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When I first started this blog â and started reporting on transformation in general â my first report was on a strange phenomenon I called âSupernova Transformations.â Itâs where any wish made upon a certain star, an unusually bright and mysterious supernova, would be granted in a twisted, sexually charged way. I havenât talked about it in a while, since lately Iâve been focusing more on mysteries a little closer to home, but Iâd be lying through my teeth if I said I wasnât still intrigued by the seemingly magical exploding star. I think every reporter, TF or regular, has a special place in their heart for their first story, and Iâm no exception. That fondness is part of the reason why I recently decided to look further into the Supernova itself, which has led me to discover something⊠fairly strange.
I once theorized that the light from the supernova was what was granting wishes and transforming people, but new evidence Iâce found suggests that is only half right. The light is magic, and is of the power of the supernova to grant wishes comes from, but the light isnât actually what transforms people. Because the magic of the light actually travels faster than light itself.
Part of what defines magic is the fact that it does the impossible. Thatâs why when someone wishes on the mysterious supernova, the wish is granted quickly, instead of taking the years it would take for light to travel from a distant star. The magic itself travels much faster, comes to earth, and grants to wish in a sexually charged way.
But⊠that doesnât mean the light isnât also coming to earth. And while the magic is faster⊠the magic infused light is much, much more powerful. And once it reaches earth⊠Everyone will be transformed. By all the wishes made on the star, all at once. Or, in other wordsâŠ
When the light of the supernova comes to earth, everyone will be transformed into dumb, horny sex gods.
I didnât believe it at first. I mean, Iâve used a Time Machine before, Iâve been to the future! I know not everyone is transformed. But⊠after taking a closer look at my Time Machine, I realized Iâve never been that far into the future. In fact⊠it wonât take me that far. The people who gave me the Time Machine, the Douchebag Revolution, they must have programmed the machine not to go to that time period. Iâve reached out to them but theyâve been weirdly quiet about the whole thing.
The good news is we have plenty of time before the light gets here. By my calculations the light still has another 100 light years to travel. So, we have time. But⊠in about 100 years, things are going to get really crazy.
It might not last forever, and we might figure out a way to stop it from happening at all, but if we donât? The world might just end with a huge worldwide orgy.
Not the worst way to go out.
**hey everyone! Sorry this took so long! Iâve been kind of depressed lately but Iâm getting myself back in the swing of things, and getting back to writing! I hope you guys like my 100th story, and how it relates back to my first story. Stay tuned for more!**
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Hey girl, while I am jet-lagged from a trip, another Elijah idea came to me. Memory-free Elijah (Season 5) meets strong and confident human readers, and they start a friendship. She helps him navigate through his new life, and he falls for her. He also kinda forgot that he is a really skilled lover, so it's kinda cute and fluff because he is nervous and sweet, but I imagine that is something he would quickly remember after a few rounds :)
Btw: love, love, love Kinktober!!!
Belonging
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{Elijah Mikaelson x Reader} You needed a roommate, and he needed a place to belong...but as secrets unravel and his dark past comes to light, your new housemate might just change your life forever.
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8.8k words {whoops} - Warnings: sssmmuuttt, roommates-to-lovers, lots of sexual tension, Elijah being charming and mysterious, a dash of angst, mild language, protective Elijah, soft and nervous Elijah, domestic fluff, dangerous encounters (brief physical assault), Paris, vampire reveals && all the feelsss
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Money was tight, as it seemed to be for everyone these days. The economy wasn't kind, and you had bills to pay. You needed a roommate, which was how you found yourself on craigslist. You were hoping for a good, sane human being, but at the end of the day, you would take what you could get.
The first person to show up for the interview was a woman and her very obnoxious boyfriend. You could instantly tell that this would not work, even if you were desperate. She wanted to smoke in the house and have friends over to play loud music and drink all night. You would rather die.
Next came a middle-aged man who immediately gave you the creeps. You had no problem living with men in general, but this guy made you uncomfortable. He stared at you too much and had a weird look in his eyes. You kicked him out quickly, feeling uneasy.
You were about to give up for the day, when a man dressed in slightly worn clothes knocked on the door. You couldn't quite get a read on him, he seemed to be full of contradictions. On the one hand, he didn't look to have a lot of money, perhaps he was even homeless. But his skin was clean, his hair neatly trimmed, and he had an air of confidence that was rare to see.
You invited him in, and he sat at the kitchen table as you asked the usual questions. None of them he could really answer in a straightforward manner.
"Where are you from?"
"I'm not really sure."
"How old are you?"
"I don't know that either."
"Where do you work?â
"I...I'm looking."
You studied him for a minute, and he gave you a sympathetic smile. "I'm sorry. I know this is a bit unusual, and I wouldn't have bothered coming here if I had anywhere else to go. The truth is, I have no memories of who I am, where I'm from, or even my age."
"That's...that's a lot to take in," you replied, not sure what else to say.
He nodded solemnly, his gaze steady but filled with vulnerability. âIt is. I woke up a month ago on a bus with no memory of how I got there. All I had was this,â he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a single, ornate cufflink with an engraved âE.â âI think my name starts with an âE.â Beyond that, I donât have much to go on.
You leaned back in your chair, trying to process the situation. He could have been lying⊠anyone could come up with a story like that. But something about his demeanor struck you as sincere. He didnât have the desperation of someone looking for a quick handout. He carried himself with dignity, even as he admitted he had nothing.
"Okay," you said slowly. "So, letâs say I believe you. Youâve got no memories, no job, no ID. How do you plan to contribute if I let you stay here?â
He straightened in his chair, his expression resolute. âI may not remember who I was, but Iâm willing to work. Iâm a fast learner, and I can help with anything you need around the house. Cleaning, repairs, anything physical...Iâll earn my keep.â
You raised an eyebrow. âYou sure sound confident for someone who doesnât even know their own name.â
A small, shy smile tugged at his lips. âI suppose some things are instinctual.â
His charm wasnât lost on you, but you werenât about to make a decision based on a smile. âAnd what if youâre dangerous? You could be an escaped convict for all I know.â
His smile faded, and his expression turned serious. âI understand your concern. I donât believe Iâm a danger to anyone, but I canât offer you proof of that. All I can promise is that Iâll respect your home and your rules.â
You studied him for a long moment, weighing the risks. Something about him made you want to trust him, even though logic told you not to. Maybe it was the way he spoke, all articulate and thoughtful, as though heâd once been someone important. Or maybe it was the quiet sadness in his eyes, the kind that suggested heâd lost something far greater than his memory.
"Alright," you said finally. "You can stay. But there are rules. No bringing strangers into the house, no smoking, no loud music. And if you try anything shady, Iâm calling the cops.â
Relief washed over his face, and he nodded earnestly. âThank you. I promise you wonât regret this.â
You showed him to the spare bedroom, which was small but comfortable, and gave him a set of clean sheets and a towel. He looked around the room as though heâd never seen anything like it, running his fingers over the furniture with quiet curiosity.
As he settled in, you couldnât help but wonder what kind of life heâd led before he lost his memory. He was polite and well-spoken, yet entirely out of place in the world. And though he seemed vulnerable now, there was something about him⊠something strong and enduring, like a flicker of a flame waiting to reignite.
For now, you decided to take it one day at a time. After all, whatâs life without a little risk?
The following months passed by quickly. You got closer and closer to each other, spending a lot of time together.
He had gotten used to the city life, and you had gotten used to having him around. It had been nice, having someone to come home to, and to talk to.
He was a lovely person, who enjoyed listening to classical music as he cooked, and who was always willing to lend a hand. He was smart, funny, and kind, and you were starting to fall for him.
You weren't sure if he felt the same way about you, but the way he looked at you sometimes, and the way he smiled at you, gave you hope.
You were sitting in the living room, reading a book, while he cooked dinner. The smell of his cooking was making your stomach growl, and you were looking forward to eating whatever he had prepared.
"I found out something interesting today," he said, coming into the room with a bowl of salad.
"What's that?" You asked, putting your book down.
"My name," he said, a slight smirk on his face. "My full name, I mean."
"You did?!" You exclaimed, excitedly.
"Yep," he confirmed, looking pleased with himself. "It's Elijah."
"Elijah," you repeated, testing out the name. "I like it. It suits you."
He smiled, and the sight of his dimples made your heart skip a beat. He was so striking, and you wondered if there was someone out there missing him. Someone who loved him.
"It does," he agreed, his smile fading a little.
"So, how did you find out? Did it just come to you, or did you remember?" You asked.
"Actually... I uh.. ran into someone who claimed to know me. He wasn't very friendly," he explained.
"Oh no, are you okay?" You asked, concerned.
"I'm fine," he assured you. "I wasn't hurt. Just... I don't know, it was odd."
"Odd how?"
"He was angry, and he told me I wanted this, and that I should leave the city for the sake of a woman he wouldn't name," he recalled.
"That's awful," you said, feeling sorry for him.
"Yeah," he sighed.
"Do you have any idea who the woman is?" You asked.
"... I think she might be my family?" He said, looking unsure. "It's hard to explain, but when he mentioned her, it felt like something clicked, and I knew that he was telling the truth."
"Wow, that's big," you breathed.
"I know," he nodded, plating up the food. "It's strange, I don't remember anything about my life, but the mention of her... It felt right."
"Maybe it'll trigger your memories," you suggested, helping him bring the food over to the table.
"Maybe," he agreed.
The two of you sat down to eat, and the conversation shifted to more pleasant topics.
He talked about his favorite books, and his favorite places in the city, and you listened, enjoying his company.
After dinner, you cleared the table, and put the dishes in the dishwasher. And he prepared for his nightly walk, one he didn't want you joining him on.
"Can I join you tonight?" You asked, as he grabbed his jacket.
"Why?" He asked, sounding surprised.
"Because I want to spend more time with you," you explained, hoping he wouldn't think it was too weird.
"Oh," he said, a smile creeping across his face. "Truly, I would love for you to join... But tonight, I want to clear my head. I need some time alone."
"Okay," you agreed, a little disappointed.
"Tomorrow night, perhaps," he said, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek.
You blushed, and watched him leave. He always had an excuse as to why he had to go out on his own, and it was starting to bother you. You couldn't help but worry that he was hiding something from you, or that maybe he didn't feel the same way about you, and this was his subtle way of letting you down.
Perhaps it was the wine, or perhaps it was your growing feelings for him, but you decided to follow him, just this once.
You grabbed a coat and put on a pair of boots, and slipped out the front door. It was a cold, windy night, and you cursed yourself for not bringing a scarf and gloves.
You could see Elijah's silhouette ahead, and you followed him, keeping your distance. He walked with such grace and confidence, the sort of walk that screamed 'I'm rich and powerful,' although his personality hardly lined up with that attitude.
You had a feeling that whoever he was, before he lost his memories, had a lot of money. It was in the way he carried himself, the way he spoke, and the way he could make a cheap t-shirt look elegant.
He wandered into a sketchy part of town, and you wondered why he would want to come here. There were several run-down buildings, and a lot of graffiti. The only people you saw were homeless and drug addicts, and you were starting to get scared.
Finally, he stopped outside an abandoned warehouse. You watched from afar as he walked inside, and a few minutes later, came back out, wiping his mouth. You frowned, wondering what he had been doing in there.
Then, without warning, he turned around and started walking back towards the house.
"Fuck," you muttered, ducking into an alleyway.
You waited until he had passed, and then followed him, staying out of sight. He went back in a different direction, and after a few blocks, you realised he was headed for a park.
You followed him, trying to stay quiet, but your footsteps echoed loudly in the night. You felt foolish, and hoped that he hadn't heard you.
He led you deeper into the park, to an area that was mostly secluded. There was a large tree, with a bench underneath it. He sat down on the bench, and stared up at the sky, which was covered in stars.
You watched him for a moment, wondering if this was his way of relaxing, and what was going through his mind.
Suddenly, his eyes locked onto yours. You gasped and took a step back, your heart racing.
"Are you going to join me, or just keep spying on me?" He asked, his voice amused.
"I wasn't spying," you lied, sitting down next to him.
"Of course not," he replied, his tone clearly mocking you.
"Why are you here?" You asked.
"I like the fresh air, and the view is beautiful," he answered.
"What were you doing in that warehouse?"
"Just clearing my head," he said, his expression becoming serious. "You shouldn't be out here, it's dangerous."
"You are out here," you countered.
He laughed, his eyes crinkling up in the corners.
"That's true," he agreed, looking out into the darkness, his eyes scanning the shadows. His shoulders were tense, and you could tell that he was on alert, even though you were both sitting safely under the tree. "Let's walk back, shall we?"
He stood up and held out his hand. You took it and he helped you to your feet.
"I'm sorry," you apologised, feeling guilty. "I shouldn't have followed you, but I was worried about you."
"It's alright," he said, keeping a grip on your hand as you walked down the path to the park exit.
You enjoyed the feeling of his hand in yours, the warmth of his skin. You glanced at his profile, admiring his handsome features. You noticed the frown on his face, his dark eyes once again scanning the shadows.
He moved a little faster, pulling you along. He seemed anxious to get out of the park, and back to the safety of your condo.
"What's wrong?" You asked, sensing his unease.
"It's nothing," he replied, his tone serious. "But I think it's best we get home, don't you?"
Then the sound of gravel crunching beneath shoes caught your attention. You turned to see a group of men walking towards you, wearing dark clothing, their faces hidden.
Elijah stopped and stepped in front of you, shielding you from the men. They approached slowly, spreading out to surround you. You were frightened, and you held onto his arm, hoping he knew what to do.
One of the men reached into his pocket and pulled out a gun. Casually holding it by his side, as if it was a normal object, instead of a deadly weapon.
"Good evening, gentlemen," Elijah said, his tone calm and confident. "How may I be of service?"
The leader of the group chuckled, and shook his head.
"Hand over your money, and no one gets hurt," the man demanded, gesturing the gun at Elijah.
"Of course," Elijah said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his wallet. He handed it to the man, and the man flipped through it, counting the cash.
"A little light, don't you think?" The man asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm afraid I don't carry much cash on me," Elijah said, sounding apologetic.
The man's eyes narrowed, and he took a step closer, his gaze flicking between you and Elijah.
"Perhaps you should let the lady go, and we can discuss this like civilized men," Elijah suggested, his tone still polite, but his eyes had hardened.
"I don't think so," the man replied, his grip on the gun tightening.
"I uh... don't have anything," you stammered, too terrified to think straight. "I...I left my wallet at home,"
"Liar," the man spat, pointing the gun at you.
Elijah stepped in front of you, putting himself between you and the gun.
"Now, now, there's no need for that," Elijah said, holding up his hands. "We're all reasonable people, let's not resort to violence."
"Then, perhaps, we should take her fancy designer clothes instead. Maybe that'll make up for the loss," the man said, his tone threatening, pressing the barrel of the gun against Elijah's chest.
Elijah tensed, and a low growl escaped his lips. You looked at him in surprise, he didn't seem like the type of guy who would react to threats this way.
The leader's eyes widened, and a small grin appeared on his face.
"Ooh, we have a tough guy here," he said, sounding amused. "Trying to impress your date? Sheâ a little young for you ain't she?"
His goons laughed, and you felt your cheeks flush.
"She is none of your concern," Elijah replied, his tone sharp.
"Actually, she is. You see, I'm in charge here," the man said, he looked at you and smiled, revealing a mouth full of yellow teeth. "Strip. Now. Or I will shoot your sugar daddy in the fucking face,"
Your eyes widened and you shook your head.
"No, no please, we'll give you anything you want, just don't hurt us," you begged, tears welling up in your eyes.
"Clothes. NOW!" The man yelled, pointing the gun at your face.
You hesitated, and he grabbed your hair, yanking you away from Elijah.
"Take off the fucking clothes, or I will kill you both," the man snarled, his breath hot on your face, the barrel of the gun pressed against your temple.
"Alright, alright, don't hurt her," Elijah said, taking off his coat.
"Hurry up," the man snapped, releasing your hair.
You nodded and started to undress, tears streaming down your cheeks. You stripped off your coat and scarf, then pulled off your shirt and pants, shivering as the cold night air hit your bare skin.
You looked at Elijah, who was watching you, his expression unreadable. You could see the muscles in his jaw working, his hands balled into fists.
You were scared, but more than that, you were angry. You hated these men, for the way they were treating you and Elijah, and for the fear and shame they were making you feel.
"There, I'm naked," you said, trying to sound brave.
"Not quite," the man replied, stepping forward. He ran his hands over your body, his fingers rough against your skin, the gun still pressed to your temple.
You flinched, and he chuckled.
"Don't worry, sweetheart, I'm not going to rape you," he said, his hand cupping your breast. "You're not my type."
He moved his hand down, stroking your stomach, and then lower, his fingers brushing against the fabric of your panties. You shuddered, and he laughed again.
"But, maybe you'd like a little fun," he whispered, his lips close to your ear.
"That's enough, you've gotten what you wanted, now leave us alone," Elijah demanded, his voice low and dangerous.
"It seems your sugar daddy doesn't want to share," the man said, his tone mocking. "He keeps pretending like he's in charge,"
"Please, let us go," you pleaded, your voice breaking.
"No, I think I'm going to keep you," the man replied, wrapping his arm around your waist, holding you against his chest.
"You won't harm her," Elijah warned, his eyes blazing.
"Or what?" The man sneered, his fingers digging into your skin.
"I'll kill you," Elijah growled, his voice deadly.
You watched in horror as the other men laughed, raising their guns at Elijah. He didn't even blink, his gaze fixed on the man holding you.
"Is that a threat?" The man asked, his grip on you tightening.
"A promise," Elijah replied, his expression was eerily calm, but his eyes were filled with anger and determination.
The man pressed the barrel of the gun against your skull, the cold metal pressing painfully into your skin. You gasped, and he laughed, the sound sending a chill down your spine.
"Walk away, and I'll let her go," the man said, his gaze locked on Elijah.
Elijah looked at you, and his eyes softened.
"Do you trust me?" He asked, his voice soft, barely audible above the sound of your racing heartbeat.
"Yes," you answered, without hesitation.
He smiled, and turned to the man. "Then duck,"
Before the man could respond, Elijah lunged at him, his hand grabbing the wrist holding the gun. The man yelped, and you ducked down, just as Elijah's knee connected with his face. There was a sickening crack, and the man cried out, letting go of the gun.
Elijah caught it before it hit the ground, and other men began firing, hitting Elijah in the chest over and over, but he stood there unfazed, almost bored, like they were annoying pests and nothing more.
One of the men, realizing his bullets were useless, rushed forward and swung a fist, hitting Elijah in the jaw. Elijah didn't budge, grabbed him by the throat and lifted him into the air. The man gasped, and tried to pry his hand off, but Elijah's grip was too strong.
You watched in awe as Elijah crushed the man's throat, his expression blank. Then, he threw him aside, the sound of bones snapping echoed in the air.
The other men backed away, their faces pale. Elijah ignored them, taking his leather jacket and putting it over your shoulders, before turning his attention to the leader.
The man was kneeling on the ground, clutching his broken nose. He looked up at Elijah, his eyes wide with fear.
"P-please," the man stammered, holding up his hands. "I'm s-sorry,"
Elijah stared at him, his expression cold. "No you are not,"
He crushed the gun in his hands like it was tissue paper, and grabbed the man by the throat. The man choked, his hands clawing at Elijah's arm.
"I promised you that I would kill you, and I intend to keep my word," Elijah said, his voice devoid of emotion.
You watched in horror as he tightened his grip, and the man's face turned purple. You wanted to look away, but couldn't tear your eyes from the scene.
Elijah's expression was a mixture of rage and hatred, his face was no longer human, he had completely black eyes, with veins snaking across his face, and his teeth were razor sharp, almost fang like.
He snapped the neck with a loud crack, and dropped the man to the ground. The other men backed away further, their guns forgotten, the color drained from their faces.
Elijah looked at them, and smiled, his fangs glinting in the moonlight.
"Run," he commanded, his voice dark and deadly.
The men fled, tripping over their own feet, disappearing into the shadows. Elijah turned to look at you, his eyes soft yet completely inhuman.
"Are you alright?" He asked, his voice gentle.
You nodded, unable to speak. You were terrified, but not of him.
"Close your eyes and count to thirty, I'll be right back," he said, and then turned and followed the men.
You watched him run off faster than any human could, and you closed your eyes tightly, hearing screams and cries as he caught the men. You waited, counting down from thirty, and then you heard his footsteps and opened your eyes, his face once again normal, the only hint that he had been a monster moments ago was the blood staining his shirt.
He didn't say a word, just reached out his hand and helped you to your feet. He picked up your clothes and helped you dress, your hands were shaking so badly that you could barely button up your shirt.
When you were dressed, he wrapped his arms around you, and held you close, his warmth enveloping you.
"S-shouldn't we call the cops?" You asked, still in shock.
"There will be no need," he replied, his voice calm and soothing.
You looked at the bodies of the men, and then quickly looked away. Elijah had torn them apart, their limbs twisted and contorted in impossible ways. Their faces were frozen in expressions of terror, their eyes empty and lifeless.
"You're not human are you?" You asked, your voice barely a whisper.
"I'm more human than them," he replied, his grip on you tightening a little. "Let's get out of here, and I'll explain everything."
"Okay," you said, letting him guide you away from the bodies.
You felt numb, and you let him lead you out of the park, your mind struggling to process what had happened. Who was this man? This creature beyond comprehension?
Who had you let into your home?
The sound of the kettle whistling pulled you from the daze you had been in. You were sitting on the sofa, wrapped in multiple blankets, Elijah's coat draped across your lap.
You watched him move about the kitchen, his movements confident and sure.
"Here," he said, handing you a mug of hot tea.
"Thank you," you said, taking a sip.
He sat down next to you, his body close to yours. He placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, and you flinched.
"I'm not going to hurt you," he promised.
"But you killed them," you whispered, your eyes watering.
"I did," he confirmed, his voice calm and steady.
"How?" You asked, looking up at him.
"I have... certain abilities," he said, choosing his words carefully. "Abilities that make me stronger, faster, and more dangerous than any human."
You put your mug down on the table and turned to him, studying his face. He was watching you intently, his eyes filled with concern.
"Are you... are you an alien?" You asked, a hint of fear in your voice.
He laughed, the sound a pleasant rumble.
"No, I'm not an alien," he assured you.
"What are you then?"
"I'm...well.. I think I'm a vampire," he said, sounding uncertain.
A burst of disbelief mixed with terror erupted within you, and you let out a hysterical laugh.
"Vampire," you repeated, shaking your head. "Like Edward Cullen?"
"I don't know who that is," he said, frowning.
You let out another laugh, your mind reeling. It wasn't possible. Vampires weren't real.
"Y/N," he said, his voice serious. "I know this is a lot to take in, but please believe me. I am a vampire. I can't explain how or why, but it's true."
You let him talk as you grabbed your phone and searched up vampires. Showing it to him, and telling him to look at the search results.
"Sparkle in the sun? Not as far as I am aware," he commented, frowning.
"Holy water? Crucifixes?" You pressed.
"I'm not particularly religious," he said, a small smile tugging at his lips.
"Garlic?" You questioned.
"I love garlic," he replied, grinning.
"Can you fly?" You asked, wondering how many myths were true.
"I'm not sure," he said, his brows furrowed in concentration. "I've never tried."
He stood up and did a little hop with his arms raised in the air, like some sort of weird bird. You snorted and covered your mouth with your hand, trying not to laugh.
"No flying," he concluded, sitting back down.
"So, how old are you?" You asked.
"No idea," he said, a sad look on his face.
"Oh my god, what if you are like one hundred years old?" You asked, your mind racing with possibilities.
"Perhaps," he mused.
You paused at the next item on the list of vampire traits, and hesitated before asking.
"And the other thing... blood," you read, your stomach turning at the thought.
"Yes," he admitted, a look of shame crossing his face.
"So, when you went into that warehouse�" You began, remembering how he had returned, wiping his mouth.
"I was hungry, and I needed to eat," he said, his voice low.
"So you just went and killed someone?" You asked, unable to keep the judgement out of your voice.
"No, he was very much alive, just passed out," he explained.
"And you didn't kill him," you pressed, not entirely convinced.
"I didn't," he insisted.
"But what if you did? What if the next time you went to get some 'sustenance' you did actually kill them?" You asked, starting to panic.
"Y/N," he said softly, taking your hand. "I would never hurt you,"
You looked at his face, searching for any signs that he was lying. But his eyes were filled with nothing but sincerity, and a hint of sadness. His gaze drifted to your lips, and his expression changed, becoming softer, and a little more intimate.
You quickly looked away, back to the list of vampire facts, and cleared your throat.
"Mind control," you read, and felt his gaze linger on you.
"Not to my knowledge," he replied.
"You can't enter a house without being invited," you continued, and his hand tightened around yours.
"Is that a request, or a demand?" He asked, his tone playful.
"It's a question," you countered, blushing slightly.
"Yes, but most invite me in without hesitation," he said, giving your hand a light squeeze. "You did,"
"Oh," you muttered, feeling a little embarrassed.
Your eyes went back to the mind control section, and a thought crossed your mind.
"Have you used mind control on me?" You asked, a sense of unease washing over you.
"I don't know," he admitted. "If I have, I'm not aware of it."
"Oh," you mumbled, not knowing what to say, but curiosity got the better of you. "Try to, make me do something,"
"Like what?"
"I don't know, something harmless," you said, thinking for a moment. "Make me sing a song,"
"Very well," he agreed, looking thoughtful.
You waited, expecting to start singing. But nothing happened.
"Do you feel any different?" He asked.
"No, nothing," you said, disappointed.
"I don't know what else to suggest," he said, a frown marring his features.
"I don't know, look me in the eye and tell me to do it? Like... Tell yourself you can do it? I don't know⊠maybe it's a belief thing�" you offered.
He nodded, and then turned to look directly at you. His dark eyes were intense, and his lips curved into a smile.
"Sing me a song, sweet girl," he said, his voice echoing strangely in your mind.
You told yourself not to sing, to sit quietly and not react. You repeated it over and over, until the words were all that was in your head.
But his voice seeped into the ribbons of your brain, dancing behind your eyes. You lost your awareness of time and space, and suddenly, a melody rose up from within you.
You opened your mouth and the words came tumbling out, and you started singing an old song that had been stuck in your head for days.
Elijah sat back and looked surprised, a small smile on his lips. You stopped singing, your face flushing in embarrassment.
"Holy shit," you gasped, a strange sensation creeping through your mind, like cobwebs being blown away. "It worked,".
"You have a lovely voice," he said, his tone gentle and kind.
"How did you do that?" You asked, feeling unnerved.
"I don't know," he admitted, a hint of confusion in his eyes. "I just believed that I could, and you did as I asked,"
You suddenly stood up, tossing the blankets off of you and heading to your wine rack.
"I need a drink," you declared, and picked a random bottle.
You poured yourself a generous amount, and drank it all in one gulp. Then poured yourself another glass. You looked over at him, and noticed the way his eyes followed the glass as it reached your lips.
"Do you want some?" You asked, the wine giving you courage.
"No, thank you," he replied.
You sat back down on the sofa, and took a long sip. Thinking about all the possibilities of what his vampire status meant.
"Could you mind control my mortgage payments away?" You joked, trying to lighten the mood.
"Possibly," he said, smiling a little.
"Could you use your super speed to clean my apartment?" You teased, taking another sip.
"You're not thinking big enough," he replied, his grin growing wider. "I would love to leave this city, find a home in a new town and live a normal life."
"I'm not sure normal is something you could ever be," you quipped, raising an eyebrow.
"You might have a point," he conceded, his tone wistful.
He pointed to the artwork on your walls, you had purchased them at Ikea ages ago. They were those generic wanderlust posters of different famous travel destinations.
"Pick one," he said.
"What?"
"I'll take you there," he offered, his voice soft.
"Seriously?"
"I owe you so much, I think this is the least I can do," he replied.
You stared at him, your mind struggling to process his offer. Was he for real? Was he really willing to take you around the world?
"Paris," you blurted out, a blush rising to your cheeks. "I've always wanted to go,"
"Paris it is," he agreed, and your heart skipped a beat.
"Really?" You asked, unable to hide the excitement in your voice.
"Absolutely," he said, his tone sincere. "I would love nothing more than to take you."
"That's so sweet," you gushed, your face heating up even more.
"So, Paris?" He asked, his eyes lighting up with excitement.
"Yeah," you agreed, nodding your head.
"Then we will leave first thing in the morning," he said, his expression brightening.
"But I have work... I need to take time off-" you started to say.
"Forget about all of that," he cut you off, his tone gentle. "I can mind control people, remember? I'll just take care of everything,"
You laughed, the ridiculousness of the situation finally hitting you. He was a vampire, who had mind control powers, and was offering to take you on a trip to Paris.
"This is insane," you giggled, feeling slightly hysterical.
"Indeed," he agreed, grinning.
You finished your wine and set the glass down on the coffee table. His proximity was starting to make you feel hot, and a little giddy.
"So," you began, trying to distract yourself. "I guess I'll go pack my bags,"
"I can buy you anything we need when we arrive," he suggested.
"Are we gonna fly? Like on a plane?"
"I was thinking that I could just jump really hard and we can just land in Paris," he said, a serious expression on his face.
"Oh shut up," you giggled, playfully smacking him on the shoulder.
He chuckled and shook his head.
You smiled and sat back, taking a moment to reflect on the day's events. It had been an emotional roller coaster, and your head was still reeling from the revelation that vampires were real, and sitting in your apartment. But the prospect of a trip to Paris made your heart flutter with joy.
"I can't believe I'm going to Paris," you said, letting out a happy sigh.
"We," he corrected, smiling.
"We," you echoed, a warm feeling spreading through you and a huge grin appearing on your face.
This was going to be the best vacation ever.
France was just as magical as you imagined it would be. Elijah took you to the most luxurious hotel in the city, and ordered a feast fit for royalty. The food was incredible, the atmosphere romantic, and the company... Well the company was a bit odd.
The vampire man, who could control humans with his mind, who had saved you from being mugged, and who was now whisking you around the world, was a little hard to ignore.
What was harder to ignore was the raging jealousy you felt every time someone flirted with him. He was like a magnet for hot people of all kinds, and they would flock to him like moths to a flame.
It was ridiculous really. How they would throw themselves at him, practically begging him to fuck them, and he would politely decline. You felt a surge of satisfaction, knowing that no matter how good looking they were, no matter how talented their tongue, his attention belonged to you.
You were currently strolling along the Seine, admiring the sights, when you noticed a group of young women watching Elijah.
"They're looking at you," you teased, nudging him with your elbow.
Elijah didn't bother looking up from his guidebook, but a smirk spread across his lips.
"I'm sure they are," he replied, sounding amused.
"Why are girls so obsessed with you?" You asked, unable to keep the annoyance out of your voice.
"I have been told I'm... As the young say these days, a snack," he said, laughing at his own joke.
You couldn't help but snort and laugh along with him. He was a complete dork sometimes, and it made him all the more endearing.
He looked over at you and smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He had been feeding from plenty of tourists, much healthier blood than the people he found on the streets of New York. His complexion was no longer the sickly grey it had been. Now he looked healthier, his skin glowing, and his eyes shining.
"Do you think I'm a snack?" He asked, his tone playful.
"I think you're an entire six course meal," you replied, trying to sound cool.
"Is that so?" He asked, an eyebrow raising.
You flushed and looked away, trying to hide your embarrassment. Why were you acting like such a teenager?
"Yeah," you murmured, fidgeting with your jacket zipper.
"Perhaps you'd like a bite," he said, his voice low and inviting.
"Oh stop it," you groaned, pushing him playfully.
"No seriously, I've seen how you look at me. You want to sink your teeth into me," he teased, giving you a wink.
"That's you, Mr. Vampire," you retorted, sticking your tongue out at him.
He grinned and reached for your hand, taking it in his and bringing it to his lips.
Your heart rate increased, and your cheeks flushed. You could feel the heat rising to your face, and you quickly pulled away.
"You're such a flirt," you finally managed, shaking your head. "I bet if you kissed the hand of one of those girls over there, they would swoon right into the river,"
"I could," he agreed, looking at the group of young women.
The group of girls noticed him looking and they quickly began giggling and whispering amongst themselves. One of the girls waved at him and he waved back, his expression playful.
You couldn't help but smile at his antics. He seemed much happier here in Europe than he did back home, and his smile was infectious.
"See, they are already falling over themselves for you," you laughed.
One of the girls broke off from the group and walked up to Elijah. She was stunning, with long blonde hair, and big brown eyes. She said something to him in French, and he laughed and responded.
When you landed in France, Elijah could speak French perfectly. He didn't even notice he was doing it until you called him out on it. Making you both wonder just how much knowledge was locked away inside his mind.
You couldn't understand what they were saying, but the conversation seemed lighthearted. He took your hand and kissed it again, before saying something else to the girl.
She giggled and looked at you, giving you a wide smile. "Zhou are very lucky to 'ave such a fine 'usband."
You were shocked by her words, and you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks.
"Oh, we're not married," you stammered, shaking your head.
"Oh," she said, her eyebrows raising. "'E is zee lover?"
You couldn't stop the laugh that bubbled out of you. The idea of Elijah being your lover was too ridiculous to consider. But before you could correct her again, he spoke up.
"Oui, je suis votre amant," he purred, a wicked grin spreading across his lips.
Your stomach clenched at his words, and your mind struggled to come up with a response.
"Oui, oui, trĂšs romantique," the girl giggled, giving you a knowing look. "I'll let you get back to your 'oneymoon,"
She waved at you, and you awkwardly waved back.You watched her join her friends, who all began whispering and giggling again, the blonde fanning herself dramatically and clutching her chest.
"Did you just tell her that we were lovers?" You asked, turning to look at him.
His lips twitched into a faint smile, though he avoided meeting your gaze. âI thought it might discourage her interest.â
Your irritation faltered, replaced by something warmer. âSheâs beautiful, Elijah. Why wouldnât you want her attention?â
He hesitated, his gaze dropping to the cobblestones. When he finally looked up, his dark eyes were steady but uncertain. âBecause sheâs not you.â
The world seemed to tilt, the bustling streets fading into silence. You stared at him, your chest tight.
âElijah...â you began, but whatever you were about to say was lost as he leaned in, his lips brushing yours in a tentative kiss.
It was soft at first, hesitant, as though he were unsure if he was doing it right. But when you responded, your hands gripping his coat, your lips parting for him, his hesitation melted away. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened.
The sound of giggles broke the spell, and you pulled back, breathless and flushed. The group of girls was watching you, their laughter light and teasing, but you couldnât bring yourself to care.
Elijahâs forehead rested against yours, his breath warm against your skin. âWas that... acceptable?â he asked, his voice barely audible.
You laughed softly, your hand sliding to his jaw. âMore than acceptable.â
Relief flickered across his face, though his cheeks were still flushed. âI wasnât sure if I...â He trailed off, his uncertainty palpable.
âYou were perfect,â you whispered, your thumb brushing over his cheek.
His lips curved into a small smile, and for a moment, the two of you simply stood there, the city alive around you but forgotten in the haze of the moment.
"That was my first kiss," he said with a small laugh.
You smiled, your hand cupping his cheek, tracing along his jawline. Taking in his handsome face, his deep brown eyes, his soft lips. You wanted more, you wanted it all.
"I have a strong feeling you've done that plenty of times before, you just don't remember," you teased, your gaze darting to his lips.
He let out a nervous chuckle, his fingers gently caressing your sides.
"Perhaps," he conceded, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
You stood on your tiptoes, and leaned in close, your lips inches away from his.
"Maybe I should refresh your memory," you said, your voice soft and flirty, "Back at our hotel,"
"Yes," he agreed, his smile growing wider. "And after, perhaps we could discuss this 'lover' business further,"
You snorted and playfully hit him on the shoulder, and his deep, sexy laugh echoed through the streets of Paris.
"Shut up, you are so cheesy," you giggled, your cheeks hurting from how wide your grin was.
He took your hand and kissed the top, his eyes never leaving yours.
"Let's go," he said, his voice warm and full of promise.
The two of you rushed down the street, and headed back to the hotel. The possibilities running through your head, making your heart pound with excitement.
Paris was already the most romantic place on earth, but now, with Elijah by your side, it was about to become unforgettable.
It had been quite a while since you last had sex, and you were feeling more than a little pent up. It also didn't help that Elijah was stupidly hot and a complete gentleman.
You had fantasized about him multiple times since the moment you met, and now the opportunity to make those dreams a reality was right in front of you.
You wondered what having sex with a vampire would be like, would he use his fangs? Would he be gentle or rough? You shivered, the thought exciting you more than it should.
The two of you rode the elevator up to your room in silence, both of you trying not to rush, but the tension was thick. He was holding your hand, and when the doors opened, you both hurried down the hall.
You let out a squeal as he scooped you up before you reached the door, carrying you the rest of the way. He used his supernatural speed, and before you could register what was happening, he was already kicking the door open and stepping inside.
You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, and the excitement coursing through your veins. He gently placed you on the bed, and you let out a soft gasp as he crawled over you.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice low and soft.
You could feel the blush spreading across your face, and the heat pooling in your core. He kissed your neck, and you let out a soft moan.
"I confess I haven't done this before," he murmured against your skin, his hands caressing your sides.
"I really doubt that," you said with a laugh, your voice breathless. "Have you seen yourself? Whoever you were before you lost your memories... He was a ladies man, I can guarantee it,"
He laughed and shook his head, slowly unbuttoning your dress.
"I suppose I'll just have to rely on my instincts," he said, a playful grin spreading across his face.
And those instincts... were impeccable.
His hands were warm and gentle on your bare skin, his lips soft and teasing. He took his time taking off your dress, savoring the moment, until you were finally lying beneath him, completely naked.
Your heart was pounding in your chest, and you could feel the heat rising in your face. His eyes were dark and hungry, and you were desperately trying to keep your cool. But it was nearly impossible, especially with his perfect body looming over you.
You leaned up and kissed him, a deep, passionate kiss that left you breathless. Your hands tugged at his shirt, pulling it free from his pants. He chuckled, helping you remove his clothing. Your fingers traced along his firm chest, and down his arms, enjoying the feel of his skin.
You could tell he was a little nervous, his movements slow and tentative. He avoided your gaze, but kept glancing at you. A slight blush crept up his cheeks, and he let out a soft sigh.
"I do not wish to disappoint you," he confessed. "I fear I may fail at this task,"
You cupped his cheek, and gave him a soft smile.
"It's okay," you reassured him, your tone gentle. "We'll figure it out together,"
He nodded, and let out a shaky breath. You kissed him, trying to help him relax, and he returned the gesture with a little more confidence.
You gently guided his hands to where you wanted them, showing him what made you feel good. His fingers gently brushed over your slit, and a soft moan escaped you. He looked a little surprised, but his lips curved into a faint smile.
He began to explore, his thumb circling your clit. His movements were slow and deliberate, and you found yourself arching into his touch.
"Like this?" He asked, his voice soft and teasing.
"Mhm," you murmured, a blissful smile on your lips.
He kissed your neck, and you could feel his fangs brushing against your skin. The thought sent a shiver of excitement through you, and a soft moan slipped out.
His fingers eased inside you, curling just right, and you couldn't help but gasp. He let out a soft laugh, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on you.
"I take it that's the right spot?" He teased, his voice low and seductive.
"Mhm," you moaned, nodding your head.
"What a pretty little sound," he praised, his lips brushing against your ear.
Your hands clutched at his shoulders, and he continued his gentle assault on your senses. His fingers worked you slowly, and his lips on yours felt divine.
The heat was rising, and you could feel the pressure building inside you. His thumb teased your clit, and his fingers stroked you just right. Your hips rocked against his hand, and he let out a soft hum of approval.
"Elijah," you moaned, your voice low and breathless.
"Yes, sweetheart?" He murmured, his lips trailing down your neck.
"I'm so close," you panted, your nails digging into his skin.
"Go on," he urged, his fingers increasing their pace.
Your breath caught in your throat, your legs trembling. The heat was almost unbearable, and you could feel yourself teetering on the edge. You closed your eyes, lost in the sensation, and then it was crashing over you, wave after wave of pleasure washing over you.
You opened your eyes, and he was watching you with a bit of wonder in his gaze. You flushed, your heart still pounding in your chest. You could feel the heat in his eyes, and you knew he was enjoying this as much as you were.
When the aftershocks finally faded, he gently withdrew his fingers, his lips capturing yours in a tender kiss. You could feel his hardness pressing against you, and a sense of need overtook you.
You splayed your hands on his chest and pushed him onto his back, straddling him, and giving him a good view of your body.
He looked up at you with wide eyes, his lips parted and his cheeks flushed. He was gorgeous, and you felt a surge of pride knowing that he was yours.
Your hands were moving steadily downward, and when they reached his belt, you slowly started unbuckling it.
His breathing was getting heavier, his chest rising and falling rapidly as you touched him through his boxers. He let out a low groan, his hands reaching for your hips, pulling you closer.
You could feel the heat radiating from him, his arousal pressing against your core. His eyes were hooded, and his breathing was ragged. You slowly pulled his boxers down, his thick cock springing free.
"My my," you said with a smirk, taking his length in your hands and stroking him gently. "Is this all for me?"
He groaned, his hips rocking forward, eager for more contact.
"All yours," he panted, his voice low and husky.
You could see the desire in his eyes, the need burning within him. And as his fingers dug into your hips, guiding you into position, you couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
Slowly, you lowered yourself onto his length, hissing as he stretched and filled you.
"Oh," you moaned, your head tilting back as he bottomed out.
He was big, and it had been awhile, you reached out for him, and he sat up and took your hands, kissing each one.
"Are you alright?" He asked, his tone soft and concerned.
"Yes," you breathed, your eyes meeting his. "You feel really good,"
His lips curved into a satisfied smile, and his fingers caressed the small of your back, gently encouraging you to move.
You began rocking your hips, slowly at first, and then building up to a steady pace. You were panting, the friction delicious, and he was gripping your hips tightly, his own movements matching yours.
The room was filled with the sounds of your pleasure, the bed creaking beneath you, the headboard tapping against the wall. The scent of sex and desire permeating the air.
You could feel the flush spreading across your cheeks, and the heat building inside you. He was hitting all the right spots, and the look on his face was making you even more turned on.
He was watching you with such intensity, his gaze focused on your expression. Every time you moaned, or shuddered in pleasure, his lips would curve into a satisfied smirk, and his grip would tighten on your hips.
You were close, the pressure coiling within you, and you could tell he was close too. His movements were becoming more frantic, and his breathing was coming in short gasps.
You leaned forward, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. He responded eagerly, pushing you backwards, and pinning you beneath him. He gripped your hips tightly, his thrusts becoming harder, faster.
You cried out, your nails digging into his shoulders. You were so close, teetering on the edge, and then you felt his fangs brush against your neck, and that was all it took.
The pressure released, waves of pleasure washing over you, and you cried out, your legs shaking. He groaned, his movements becoming erratic, and then he was spilling himself inside you, his cock throbbing and twitching.
He collapsed on top of you, his breath hot on your neck, and his skin slick with sweat. Your fingers gently traced along his spine, and he let out a satisfied hum.
He rolled off of you, and laid down beside you, his hand reaching for yours. You laid on your side, and intertwined your fingers with his, a content smile on your lips.
"That was amazing," you breathed, letting out a soft laugh.
He chuckled, his eyes fluttering shut.
"I agree," he murmured, his tone soft and sleepy.
You gently kissed his forehead, and then his cheek, and his lips. He smiled, his eyes closed, his expression peaceful.
You had never seen him like this before, and it made your heart swell. You couldn't help but lean forward and place a kiss on his chest, right above his heart.
You scooted closer, resting your head on his chest, his heartbeat steady and reassuring.
"I love you," you whispered, your fingers gently tracing along his collarbone.
He stirred slightly, his lips curving into a faint smile.
"I love you too," he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.
You smiled, snuggling against him, and letting the warmth of his body lull you to sleep.
It had been a long, strange journey, and there were still so many questions left unanswered, but in that moment, none of that mattered.
All that mattered was the man next to you, and the promise of what the future held.
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Stolen Glances
Authorâs note: reposting my old work on this side blog! Let me know if youâd like to read a specific one. Thank you for reading!
Warning: alcohol and drinking mentioned
Five days. That wasnât even a full week. It should be relatively simple. You and your friends were going to spend a few days at the Fern Ridge Reservoir in a luxury home that Justin had rented out for the group. Everyone had their own rooms, the house was massive and youâd get to relax off the grid and recharge your batteries. There was relatively nothing to complain about.
âSoâŠare you going to tell Justin youâre into him yet or just keep torturing yourself?â Your friend Bree asks, snapping you out of your daydream, carrying her bags to the car. The two of you had flown into Oregon from LA and were driving to the lake with Charlie and Tate, two of Justinâs friends that had really become like family to you in the last few years.
âSheâs more likely to admit her feelings when sheâs dead.â Tate scoffs while grabbing your backpack and shoving it in the trunk. âI want to have faith in you kid but, I just donât know if youâve got it in you right now.â
Charlie walks out of his house and hands you your water bottle, âyou can tell him when youâre ready. Donât listen to them, they're just impatient. Like five year olds who keep asking their mom to buy them McDonaldâs on the way home.â
You simply nodded, staring daggers at your friends after Charlie came in and defended you. He hopped in the driverâs seat while Bree and Tate sat in the back. Looking out the window, you let your mind roam, both excited and nervous for what this little trip had in store.
It really wasnât your fault, falling for him was like waking up on the couch with the tv on and not even remembering that you fell asleep. One day he was a good friend, a friend who you met years ago when he was a rookie living in a frat house in Costa Mesa. Then, somewhere along the way you fell for his unwavering kindness and his sense of humor. Or maybe it was the way the corner of his mouth tilts up sometimes in a side grin. Or his ability to always look like he just rolled out of bed but somehow still looked extremely put together. Everything about Justin, especially the little things, made you want him more. You just couldnât bring yourself to tell him that. Admitting your feelings would just complicate things. And what if he didnât even feel the same way? The thought of listening to him let you down easy while trying to spare you the embarrassment really just made you want to crawl into a hole on the side of the road and never come out.
So yes, long story short, these so-called âfeelings?â You had no choice but to take them to the grave.
âCan we just have a nice relaxing weekend and enjoy ourselves? We can leave the drama and whatever else for when we get back to California, please.â
They simply nodded and you caught Tate and Bree sharing a look but you didnât want to even think about what that could mean for you, instead deciding to focus on the scenery for another 20 minutes before the house came into view. Charlie started honking as soon as he pulled into the driveway and Gabe came running out, pulling you in for a hug.
âHey neighbor.â He mutters out, giving you a squeeze.
âWe havenât lived next to each other in four years, Gabe.â
âBest year of my life honestly. I donât think Iâve had more junk foodâŠever.â
Bree comes up behind the two of you and gets a hug of her own. âThatâs because you and Nabers here kept suggesting pizza and ice cream nights. When y/n told me some NFL guys moved in next door I thought weâd be seeing more vegetables and less Oreos but it really was the best time.â
The guys unloaded all the bags from the car while you and Bree caught up with Gabeâs girlfriend Jordan. She informed you that Justin had gone out to get groceries with one of her good friends that she brought with her.
âKatie just thinks Justin is the sweetest thing ever so I figured why not introduce them. Iâm tired of watching her drool over his old Instagram pictures. Hoping to play Cupid this weekend.â She jokes and you force out a small laugh, feeling your stomach turn at what this girl could possibly look like.
An hour later Bree rushes into your room and closes the door behind her after everyone has finally met and introduced themselves. âI know you said no drama butââ
âNope, I donât wanna hear it,â you interrupt her while you unpack your bag. âWe are in a freaking mansion, on the water. Letâs focus on that!â
âOrâŠâ she sits on the bed, completely interrupting your flow. âWe could just acknowledge the fact that she took the room right next to Justinâs after knowing him for approximately two seconds. And she looks like the second coming of Candice Swanepoel. I mean, itâs kind of unfair,â she huffs.
You shake your head with a laugh. âSheâs gorgeous, itâs pretty unreal. And definitely unfair. But we are going to focus on other things like having fun, enjoying the weather and spending quality time with our friends. Maybe have a couple strawberry margaritas with sugar on the rim. And we will be nice to Katie, even if she does look like an OG Victoria secret model before SavagexFenty kicked them to the curb. We will be welcoming and nice.â
She looks up at the ceiling like she canât hear you and then back at you to face your pointed look, warning her to be on her best behavior. âFine. I will be nice to Candice Jr.â
âThank you.â You roll your eyes and pat her on the back.
Justin suggested riding jet skis which sounded amazing until Katie said sheâd just finished touching up her makeup. Bree was about to make a snide comment but you elbowed her in the side before she could get the words out. Gabe and Jordan were taking a nap and Charlie was on the phone with one of the parents of the high school team he was coaching so you, Bree, Tate and Justin headed out after changing into your swimsuits.
Everyone found a life jacket that fit them just right and you hopped onto the back of Justinâs jet ski.
âPlease promise me you wonât drive this thing like a grandma. Iâm here for a good time, not a long time.â You joke, grabbing onto his waist. His laugh vibrates against you and you bite back a smile. He takes off and the two of you bounce against the water leaving you holding on for dear life. After a few minutes, you get used to it and it honestly feels freeing, just you and him out on the open water, taking a tour of the homes that are a little ways away until he stops at a man made cave, far away from any prying eyes.
âWhat are you doing?â You ask, feeling your heartbeat in your ears. Even in the shade, the reflection of the water hitting his eyes made you feel insane. And you couldnât stop looking at him if you tried, not that you were trying very hard in the first place.
âHave you ever driven a jet ski before?â You shake your head no and he motions for you to switch spots with him. He leans over you to show you where the on switch is and how to work the speed and the brake, curving his hands over yours on the handles.
The smile that is threatening to take over your face is too much, so you settle for a joke. âYou, Justin Herbert, giving upâŠcontrol? This is a moment in history.â
âJust drive,â his cheeks heat up, turning a light shade of pink, âand try to get us back to the house in one piece, please.â You may or may not have driven as fast as you could with a few extra turns just to feel his body against yours for a little bit longer.
Although the afternoon was a victory, the evening brought you right back to reality. Katie had practically been glued to his side ever since you came back to the house. She sat next to him at dinner and practically jumped into the loveseat after he sat down for movie night. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes and walked into the kitchen to grab some kettle corn, taking your time in the kitchen before eventually making your way back to your seat. Luckily it was a movie youâd seen a dozen times so you werenât missing anything. If anything, the movie in front of you was nothing compared to the horror film to your right, so Charlie cracked a joke to get you out of your head. Justin was so focused on watching his friend make you laugh that he didnât even realize that Katie had fallen asleep on his shoulder, holding onto his arm like it was her personal body pillow. You caught a glimpse of the domestic scene that looked straight out of a romcom and it almost made you want to call it a night right then and there. But you sat through it and watched some random girl cozy up to the man youâd had serious feelings forâŠfor the last year.
The next morning, you woke up later than usual. Truth was, you hadnât gotten much sleep since you were thinking about Justin and Katie all night and you needed something else to focus on. You walked into the bathroom you were sharing with Bree to brush your teeth and get ready for the day.
When you swung the door open you froze, staring for a brief moment before covering your eyes. âUmâIâm so sorry I had no idea you were in here! Why, why are you in here? Doesnât the master bedroom have a bathroom attached?â
Justin quickly covered up, grabbing his towel and wrapping it around his waist. âBree liked the mirror in my bathroom so I let her use it. I thought the door was locked, how did you get in?â
âThe lock is broken, Bree didnât tell you that?â
He lets out a nervous laugh, âshe may have neglected to mention that.â You were going to kill her.
âIâm gonnaâIâm gonna go. So sorry again for theâyou know what? Iâm just gonna leave and we can act like this didnât happen.â You close the door before he can utter a word and you head back to your room, silently praying that no one finds out about this.
He couldnât take it anymore. You were avoiding him like the plague the entire day. Since the morning youâd hardly looked at him, even when he pulled you aside to assure you that your little encounter this morning, although awkward, was totally fine. He even sat through watching you and Charlie go tubing together and share a pizza at lunch, but his final straw was when he saw you taking a nap together in Charlieâs bed with the tv playing. The two of you had always been close but the quarterback couldnât shake the nagging feeling that something more was going on and he didnât like it. This trip was supposed to be about him getting to spend some quality time with you before training camp and Charlie knew that. Nothing was going according to plan and Justin knew he had to do something about it.
He rushed to get ready for dinner and let out a sigh of relief when he found you in the kitchen. âI know itâs none of my business but, is there something going on with you and Charlie?â
You took a big breath, not exactly ready to have this conversation and yet here you were. âNo,â you state blankly, âthereâs nothing going on between Charlie and I.â
âThen whatâs going on? Youâve barely said two words to me all day so there has to be a problem.â Justin knew he had no right to be jealous, especially of one of his best friends but something was just nagging at him to keep asking questions. It was like word vomit and he couldnât stop.
âWhy are we even talking about this right now? Itâs really not a big deal Justin, seriously, just let it go please.â
He clearly wasnât having your attempts to dodge him. âNo! I'm not going to let it go until you tell me. I mean, if this is about this morning I thought we handled that.â You donât miss the subtle clench in his jaw. His patience is quickly running out and you really donât get why this has him so worked up. Possibly because youâre so focused on your own rollercoaster of emotions.
âItâs not about this morning!â You blurt out. He was backing you into a corner, literally.
His pleading eyes were begging you to talk to him. âThen what is it about?â
âYou! Itâs about you. How I feel about you is a problem. It is THE problem, okay?â You shake your head, mentally shutting down at the look on his face. There it was, that horrible look you wished youâd never seeâŠpity. Honestly? It looked worse in real life than it ever had in your nightmares and the sigh he gave you afterwards was just the icing on the humiliation cake.
âY/n, Iââ
âAre you guys ready to head out for dinner?â Gabe pops his head in, catching an immediate whiff of the uncomfortable air in the room. âUh sorry. Was I interrupting something?â
âNo.â You fold your arms across your chest, creating a physical and emotional barrier between the two of you.
âYes,â Justin says at the same time, furrowing his eyebrows and giving you a sideways glance, his gaze softening at your watery eyes.
âYou didnât interrupt anything,â you huff out with a sniff, after a quick swipe under your eye you step around the man who was whispering for you to wait. You ignored him and kept moving your way out of the house, sliding into the car without turning back. Charlie took one look at you and asked if everything was okay but you really werenât sure how to answer. How you were really feeling would surely bring you to tears and you really didnât feel like crying in a car full of people.
That evening, your phone lit up as you sat motionless in your bed, contemplating going home the next morning. Of course it was a text from Justin.
I know youâre awake, I canât sleep either. Can we please talk?
You texted him back a simple âfineâ and there were two tiny knocks on your door less than a minute later. He was probably standing outside your room door when he texted.
âWe didnât get to finish our conversation earlier.â His voice is even deeper due to the exhaustion. You didnât even think that was possible.
âI said everything I needed to,â you say with a casual shrug.
âWell good because I need you to listen,â Justin closes the door behind him and takes in a breath. âYouâre one of my best friendsâŠâ
âOh god please. You donât have to let me down gently. Iâm a big girl I canââ
âIâm not done. And Iâm notâIâm not letting you down gently. Iâm not letting you down at all. You have been one of the most consistently good things in my life and somewhere along the way you became a lot more than consistency. Youâve become somewhat of a necessity, an essential part of my life that I donât think I can or want to live without.â He sighs, running a hand over his face with a sigh and you just stand there, limbs shaking in anticipation, waiting for him to get to his main point.
Justin closes his eyes, visibly collecting himself and his thoughts. âWhat Iâm trying to say is that you arenât the only one with feelings here. And that your feelings? They arenât a problem.â
âYouâyou mean that you share theâŠyou like me too?â You laugh a little, in complete disbelief.
He steps toward you, nodding with a smile of his own. âI really like you.â
âWaitâŠbut what about CandâKatie? Sheâs gorgeous, fun and is super into you. Plus she looks borderline perfect in the morning from what I gathered. Iâm pretty sure I drool in my sleep sometimes and I have eye boogers.â
That really sends him over the edge and he covers his mouth to stifle a laugh. âItâs a good thing I love eye boogers, theyâre my favorite.â
You smack his chest at the playful joke and his energy pulls you in, pressing your bodies together like magnets. And right there you feel like a kid again, standing next to your crush with your heart racing. He leans down and his lips brush against yours and he asks if this is okay, causing you to nod because obviously you want this with him, and more. Your lips fit together seamlessly and he tilts your head up by lightly cupping your face, running his thumb across the length of your jaw while deepening the kiss. Your entire body is covered in goosebumps even though the kiss is so soft and gentle. He pulls away slightly, pecking your lips after he takes a second as to not rush into things too quickly, waiting too long to ruin the moment. Pure bliss coats all of his senses as he begins peppering your face with more feathery kisses, silently willing himself to always remember the softness of your skin and how amazing it feels to finally be this close.
âYou have no idea how long Iâve been waiting to do that,â the grin heâs sporting is taking over his entire being and before you can respond heâs kissing you again. You happily oblige, smiling against his lips with a satisfied hum.
The next morning you were pretty sure you were still smiling. You woke up feeling super comfortable, turning around to catch a glimpse of him, thinking about pinching yourself to make sure this was real. He looks so peaceful, his clothed chest moving up and down rhythmically, a slight pout on his face. You canât help but run your fingers through his hair, smiling to yourself once again when he begins to stir in his sleep. With his eyes still closed, he pulls you into his arms, lazily kissing you like heâs been doing this for years.
âGood morning,â he whispers, his eyes finally open, looking alert and bright.
âGood morning, I cannot believe you practically tackled me first thing in the morning. I probably have morning breath.â
âYou donât and even if you did, I wouldnât care. And you donât have eye boogers or drool on your face, you look really good first thing in the morning. The most incredible sight to wake up to.â You want to kiss him again but you decide itâs best to hold off, leaning over to check the time on his phone. âItâs 5am, you should probably head back to your room before everyone wakes up and this turns into a CIA interrogation.â
He chuckles, kissing your forehead before he gets up to stretch out his limbs. âWe have all the time in the world to figure this out when we get back to LA, keeping this between us is probably our best bet for now. I do not want to hear all of Tateâs questions. And Gabe would be even worse, heâs been telling me to do this for years.â
You tilt your head towards him and whisper yell, âyouâve thought about this for years and didnât say anything?â
âYeah, youâre not the only one who was helplessly pining over someone and refused to say anything about their feelings out of fear of rejection. I was scared too. And now Iâm not. Now, Iâm going to head back to my bed and count down the minutes until I get to kiss you again.â
You shake your head, laying back down ready for your second round of sleep. âYouâre a dork.â
âI am. And that is your favorite thing about me. Get some sleep, Iâll see you in a few hours.â
Waking up again around 8:30, you realize that skipping out on dinner last night has come back to haunt you. Gingerly walking down the stairs as to not wake anyone up, you tip toe into the kitchen quietly, only to find Katie already up and pouring a glass of orange juice.
âGood morning,â she sings, looking bright and cheery. Maybe in another life she was Giselle from Enchanted because she could definitely be some sort of Disney princess. âIâm so glad youâre awake because I need some advice. Do you think Justin would want pancakes or waffles? I wanna surprise him with this breakfast tray and I just want everything to look right you know? So what do you think?â
I think his tongue was practically down my throat last night and heâd probably want to have me for breakfast but I canât say any of that. âUm letâs see. Definitely pancakes and skip out on the orange juice cause heâll probably want some coffee.â As painful as it is to help her, you know this small sacrifice will pay off. Youâve basically already got the guy, thereâs no use in rubbing it in the poor girlâs face when you wonât be seeing her anymore two days from now.
Katie nods excitedly, prepping her pancake batter and thanking you several times. You settle for a bagel with cream cheese and head back upstairs to get ready for the day. The afternoon isnât very eventful, you realize that the guys had already left for a fishing expedition earlier in the morning so Katieâs breakfast was cold by the time Justin got back. He looked at you hesitantly, waiting for you to nod your head before he thanked her and tossed the food in the microwave. Jordan suggested the group go out to a bar/club that night since you and Bree had been mentioning these famous strawberry margaritas since the day you arrived.
The music was loud as soon as you walked in. Gabe ordered the first round of drinks and you snuck out of the booth to reapply some mascara while the other girls browsed the marg menu. A knock on the door startles you into dropping your makeup in the sink.
âOccupied!â You yell out.
âItâs me.â Smiling to yourself at the familiar voice, you lock the door behind you when Justin walks in.
âHi.â
Your face is in his hands with the mascara long forgotten as he softly says âcâmere,â leaning down to capture your lips with your back still against the door. He tastes like the shot of Don Julio you all just took and a little bit of mint. Your hand is in his hair again, pulling it ever so slightly so you are still as close to him as humanly possible without standing on your toes. Justin knows you both have to be back soon before anyone notices but the thought of your body not being practically glued to his makes him really want to go home. The kiss today is sloppier than last night, thereâs more urgency, more fire. Neither of you thought it could get better but your hands are all over each other, your arms struggling to wrap itself around his bicep and at some point he had a handful of your ass. Not that you were complaining.
The kiss leaves you breathless, letting out a soft laugh as you pat him on the chest. âWe should stop. I donât want to but, we have to unfortunately.â
His lips curl into a small frown, almost a pout and you are seconds away from kissing him again. âI know. You should go first and Iâll be right out. Definitely need to splash some cold water on my face or something, I need a minute.â
Nodding your head in understanding, you step out to give him some space, but not before he grabs your hand and kisses the inside of your wrist.
An hour later youâre two margs and two shots in. Katie has been hanging all over Justin as soon as he got back from the bathroom and itâs taking everything in you to prevent yourself from yelling at her to get her hands off of him. And bless his heart he really is trying to keep his distance, catching your eye with an apologetic look every time she finds her way next to him again but itâs really getting exhausting.
âWe should go dance!â Bree exclaims, snapping you out of your jealous rage. You nod immediately, desperate to look at anything other than what is happening at your table.
đ¶H-O-T-T-O-G-O
Snap and clap and touch your toes
Raise your hands, now body roll
Dance it out, you're hot to go
H-O-T-T-O-G-O
Snap and clap and touch your toes
Raise your hands, now body roll
H-O-T-T-O-G-Ođ¶
You found yourself singing your heart out with not only Bree but some guys that also knew every word to the song. Getting lost in the moment and also not being remotely close to being sober you danced, letting him grab your hand and spin you around as Chappell Roan continued to play.
âIâm Matt,â the stranger tells you when the song is finished.
You hold your hand out, ây/n. Youâre not a bad duet partner Matt.â
âYouâre not so bad yourself,â he laughs, still holding onto you.
An awkward silences washes over the moment when you begin to sober up a bit and pull your hand back. âI need to grab some water, excuse me.â
âHello! Earth to y/n! That guy was cute and totally into you. What the hell is your problem?â Bree lectures you as you sit at the bar.
Heâs cute but heâs not Justin, you think to yourself. âI just needed a drink that was a lot of dancing and itâs hot out there.â
Your excuse is pointless because you feel a presence behind you. âCan I get three waters please?â
Bree looks at Matt, thanking him and grabbing her water bottle to give you some privacy. He settles in the bar stool next to you and slides the water in your direction. âAre you from here? Because Iâd remember a face like that walking around.â
The sentiment would usually make you feel good but now you just wished a certain someone was giving you flirty compliments. âIâm only here for a few more days unfortunately. Then itâs back to real life.â
âWell maybe I could convince you to come back? Make this some sort of regular thing? Us seeing each other?â
Back at the table, Justin was staring daggers at the bar area. As soon as Bree sat down without you, Tate asked where you were.
âAttagirl.â The football player heard his friend say and he moved around in his seat to get release the building tension in his shoulders. Katie was next to him saying something but all he could focus on was how close this guy was sitting next to you. Did the chairs really need to be that close?
âBro, Justin.â Charlie snaps in his face.
âWhat?â His tone was a bit more aggressive and irate than he intended but he couldnât help it.
âIf you hold that bottle any tighter youâre gonna shatter the glass man.â
He hadnât even noticed he was treating the Nectarine Premiere bottle like it was a stress ball. The man slid it away from him on the table, turning his gaze back to the bar. You were laughing at something the guy was saying and the way the guy was looking at you was eating him alive.
Katie placed her hand on his thigh and kept going with her story that sheâd been telling. Justin couldnât take it anymore.
He plucked her hand off of him and got up when he saw you and the guy heading outside. âExcuse me.â The group watched him take several long strides until he was out the door.
Matt looks up with his mouth open as soon as Justin comes into view. âDude, youâre Justin Herbert! Iâm a huge fan man I bought your jersey last year. Wear it every Sunday.â
âItâs uhâitâs nice to meet youâŠâ
âOh itâs Matt.â
âMatt,â he says slowly trying to get rid of the bitterness in his voice but it doesnât go unnoticed by you. Matt is too busy being a fanboy to see that anything is wrong. They take a selfie and Justin sends him on his way, the fan now too excited to have remembered he was trying to get your number.
Justin blows out a breath, staring at you until he hears you laugh. âThis isnât funny,â he groans.
âOn the contrary, itâs hilarious. Iâve had to deal with it for the last three days. You didnât even last an hour before running over here and putting a stop to it.â
âI didnât run,â he counters, âI walkedâvery quickly. Not my fault I have long legs.â
You take a sip of your water. âSure. Now how are you going to get yourself out of this? We said we werenât going to tell them until we talked about what this is.â
âWe did say that but I know what this is. I want to be with you. I want to kiss you, hold your hand, dance with you. I wantâŠI want us to be together. That was the whole point of this trip.â
Furrowing your eyebrows, you urge him to explain. âI told Charlie I was ready. Planned this entire getaway to have one last trip before camp but I also didnât want to leave again without telling you how I feel. What better place to tell someone you love them than at the lake?â
âYou love me?â
He grabs your hand, feeling a sudden need for you to anchor him to the ground. âI love everything about you. Iâm just sorry it took me this long to tell you the truth.â
âBetter late than never. I love you too, a lot.â
He smiles again, a weight lifted off of him that heâd been carrying for quite some time. Justin is so happy that he doesnât think heâs capable of words right now.
âCome here,â you tell him and he immediately closes any distance between you.
You give him a slow kiss, knowing you have all the time in the world to get to be with him.
Until a knock on the window startles you apart.
âI FREAKING KNEW IT!â Bree yells.
âFinally.â Charlie says shaking his head.
Justin rests his forehead against yours, too far gone to even care about PDA. Heâd deal with the consequences later. âDo we have to go back in there and answer all their questions?â
âI think Iâm gonna need one more kiss before we go,â you whisper.
Your brand new boyfriend nods in excitement, leaning in immediately. âYes maâam.â
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falling out of love
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PAIRING: sunghoon x reader (f)
SUMMARY: you used to think love was unshakable, that once you had it, it would always be enough. but with sunghoon, you realized love faded slowly, like a photograph left too long in the sun.
WARNINGS: established relationship, angst, break up, sunghoon doesnât love reader anymore, he was a lil loser when they dated, reader suffers, lmk if more. NOT PROOFREAD.
PUBLISHED: 26th November 2024
WC: 2k
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NOW PLAYING: enough for you by Olivia Rodrigo
The restaurant was small and cozy, the kind of place that smelled like freshly baked pastries and homemade soups. You fiddled with the edge of your napkin, glancing nervously at the clock.
Silently cursing yourself for having arrived to the location a whole forty-five minutes early.
âHey,â Sunghoonâs voice broke through your thoughts, soft and uncertain.
You looked up to find him standing there, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jacketâone that he mustâve definitely stolen from his father, since it was a lot oversized on himâ a faint blush colouring his cheeks.
He wasnât wearing his usual confident smirk, and for some reason, that made your heart flutter even more.
âHi,â you said, smiling as he slid into the seat across from you.
There was a pause as both of you tried to think of what to say. Youâd known Sunghoon for a while, but this was differentâthis was a date.
It all started when the two of you were paired together for a project, and, unlike many with whom you have worked, Sunghoon genuinely helped you through all the presentation making.
That had ignored a genuine friendship, until Sunghoon built up the courage to ask you out on a friday dinner date.
âSo,â he said finally, clearing his throat. âDo youâ uh, come here often?â
You laughed, the tension easing slightly. âAre you seriously using that line on me right now?â
Sunghoon groaned, covering his face with his hands. âIâm sorry. I panicked.â
âItâs fine,â you said, still laughing. âItâs kind of cute, actually.â
He peeked at you through his fingers, a small smile tugging at his lips. âCute, huh?â
You chuckled and reached across the table to remove his fingers from his face, and strangely enough, he took the opportunity to hold your hand.
Feeling butterflies tickle your stomach, you reciprocated the warm smile he was giving you.
The conversation between the two of you went on flawlessly then, not forced like it had at first.
After your dinner, Sunghoon took you to get some ice cream and you just walked around the park until it was getting late. Again, without having to ask him, he walked you home.
As soon as you got in front of your doorstep, he waited a couple of steps behind you.
âIâm really glad you actually showed up today.â he confessed, making you feel a pang of sympathy for him.
âOf course, Hoon, I had a great time.â his expression lit up, both for the nickname and your response.
âWe can do it again sometimes.â He gingerly proposed, and you nodded âSure, we can organise that.â
Sunghoon smiled happily and placed his hands in his pockets, due to the cold of the evening âGood night, Y/N.â
âGood night, Sunghoon.â You said and turned around to open your door.
But, as you felt courage and euphoria bubble inside of you, you turned around and hurried towards him.
To your surprise, he was still standing there, probably waiting for you to get inside.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and placed a soft kiss on his plump lips.
He was taken aback, his eyes so wide they almost fell out. Tentatively, he placed his hands on your waist and held you as he kissed you back.
It wasnât something lustful, just a gentle brush of lips. But it was enough to ignite a giddy sensation in the pit of your stomach.
âSo, see you on Monday.â you said as you stepped back, tripping against the small stairs.
âWoâ careful there.â Sunghoon laughed and helped you steady âSee you.â
You gave him a warm smile and finally entered your house, closing the door behind your back. Perhaps, giving the quiet and shy guy a chance wasnât as bad as everytime thought.
A few months passed and after the awkward dates at first, the two of you finally became an official couple and spent most of your free time together.
You were at the skating rink, after having begged your boyfriend to take you there and teach you what he knew.
After having taught you the basics, it was a surprise how you still needed his hands to steady you as you wobbled on the ice.
âYouâre doing great,â he said, his voice warm with encouragement.
âLiar,â you said, laughing as you nearly lost your balance again.
Sunghoon grinned, his grip tightening on your waist. âOkay, maybe youâre a little wobbly. But youâre better than last time.â
âHow do you even manage to jump?â you asked, genuinely curious. For you, it was even hard staying upright, but you had watched Sunghoonâs tapes of his old competition, and he moved gracefully.
âI circle the rink to gain momentum,â he replied, âBut donât worry, I was worse than you when I first started.â
You rolled your eyes but smiled, feeling a little more confident as you glided forward.
However, said confidence was short-lived.
One moment, you were laughing, and the next, your foot caught on the ice, sending you tumbling to the ground. You landed hard, wincing as pain shot through your wrist.
âY/N!â Sunghoon was at your side in an instant, his eyes wide with worry. âAre you okay? What happened?â
âIâm fine,â you said, trying to sit up, but he gently pushed you back down.
âDonât move,â he said, his voice firm. âWhat if itâs serious?â
âItâs not serious,â you assured him, but Sunghoon was already pulling out his phone from his pocket.
âShould I call an ambulance? Or maybe the rink staff? They might have a first aid kit.â
âSunghoon,â you said, grabbing his arm to stop him. âI just landed badly. Itâs not a big deal.â
He looked at you, his brow furrowed with concern. âAre you sure?â
âYes, Iâm sure,â you said, smiling despite the pain.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. âOkay. But Iâm carrying you to the car.â
âSunghoon, I can walkââ you tried to protest, but it was useless.
âNo arguments,â he said, scooping you up before you could add anything.
You couldnât help but laugh as he carried you out of the rink, his face set in a determined expression. âYouâre ridiculous,â you said, but the warmth in your chest told you how much his concern meant to you.
Love didnât end with a dramatic fight or a sudden goodbye. It ended in the quiet moments, in the spaces where words used to flow freely, now replaced by a heavy silence. It ended in the way his touch, once warm and reassuring, now felt distant and mechanical.
You used to think love was unshakable, that once you had it, it would always be enough. But with Sunghoon, you learned that love wasnât always about grand gestures or promises whispered under the stars. Sometimes, love faded slowly, like a photograph left too long in the sun.
It had all felt magical at first, like the scent of cinnamon and gingerbread that lingers in the air during Christmas times, or the sea breeze that hugs your skin while walking during a summer evening.
And now, as the two of you sat in the same room, the weight of what had been and what was left between you hung heavy in the air. You could feel itâthe slow unraveling of something that once felt so permanent.
It wasnât that he didnât care anymore. It was that he didnât know how to, not in the way he used to.
And maybe, just maybe, neither did you.
The apartment was silent except for the faint hum of the refrigerator and the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall.
You sat on the couch, knees pulled to your chest, staring at the flickering TV screen that neither of you had been paying attention to. Sunghoon sat beside you, his posture stiff, his arms crossed tightly as if holding himself together.
It had been weeksâmonths, maybeâsince youâd last felt truly connected to him. The warmth that once filled the spaces between you was gone, replaced by a chilling distance that no words seemed able to bridge.
âDo you even care anymore?â You asked suddenly, your voice breaking the stillness.
Sunghoonâs head turned sharply toward you, his expression unreadable. âWhat kind of question is that?â he replied, his voice low but strained.
You looked at him, your chest aching at the sight of his tired eyes. He looked like a stranger now, and maybe that was what hurt the most. âItâs a question Iâve been too afraid to ask,â You said quietly. âBut I canât keep pretending like nothingâs wrong.â
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. âI donât know what you want me to say.â
âI want you to tell me the truth,â you said, your voice trembling. âAre you still in this? Are we still in this?â
His silence was deafening.
Your heart sank as he avoided your gaze, his fingers fidgeting nervously in his lap. That was the answer, wasnât it? The one youâd been dreading but already knew deep down.
âDo you remember how we used to be?â you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. âWe couldnât stop talking, couldnât stop laughing. Youâd look at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.â
âI remember,â he said softly, his voice carrying the weight of something unspoken.
âThen what happened to us?â
He finally looked at you, his eyes clouded with guilt and something that looked like regret. âI donât know,â he admitted. âI wish I did. But somewhere along the way⊠things just changed.â
The words cut through you like a knife. You had expected such words, but hearing them aloud made them real.
âI still care about you,â he added quickly, as if trying to lessen the blow. âI always will. ButâŠâ
âBut you donât love me anymore,â you finished for him, tears welling up in your eyes.
He didnât deny it. And that was the part that hurt the most.
For a long moment, neither of you said anything. The weight of what had been left unsaid hung heavy in the air, suffocating you both.
âI donât think I can do this anymore,â you said finally, your voice breaking. âI canât keep holding on to something that isnât there.â
Because you tried, with all your being. You tried to linger in those small moments you now spent together.
But the way he didnât meet your good morning with a smile anymore, the way heâd try to get out of the house so quickly just not to talk to you.
The way he came back late, and the way you two barely talked until you pass out on the bed. Without ever, ever, touching each other.
It hurt, more than a shot to the heart would.
Sunghoonâs head dropped, his hands covering his face. âIâm sorry,â he whispered.
You stood, your legs trembling beneath you as you gathered the strength to walk away. âSo am I,â you said, your voice shaking with the weight of your heartbreak.
âI think Iâm moving out,â you said with a shaky voice âIâll spend the night at my parents and come to gather my things tomorrow.â
âOk.â was all Sunghoon said, and you were sure once you stepped outside, youâd break down.
Because he didnât fight for you, he didnât try to hold you back, to make things right. Was it really so late? Were you really that shattered?
You could still remember all those times he was so shy around you, when heâd blush at the mere brushing of your elbows while walking.
You reminisced your first time, when he was so gentle, when you ended up talking the whole night away, just content to be with the other.
But the Sunghoon sitting on the sofa wasnât the same fell in love with. No, he was a stranger to your heart.
He didnât hold its keys anymore, he had given them back to you, ready for another one to keep them safely.
You were glad for him, glad for all the memories he made you experience, and how he had never once broken your heart, even accidentally.
Except for that day.
As you grabbed your bag and headed for the door, you paused, glancing back at him one last time. He didnât move, his figure slouched and defeated, and for a moment, you thought he would stop you.
But he didnât.
And as you stepped out into the cold night, you realized that letting go of someone you love isnât just about walking awayâitâs about accepting that sometimes, even love isnât enough to keep two people together. It wasnât glue.
#enhypen#enhypen fics#enhypen x reader#enhypen au#sunghoon#park sunghoon#sunghoon x reader#sunghoon fics#sunghoon sad hours#park sunghoon sad hours#park sunghoon angst#sunghoon oneshot#park sunghoon oneshot#park sunghoon x reader#sunghoon fluff#sunghoon park#sunghoon au#park sunghoon enhypen#sunghoon angst#enhypen angst#enhypen sad hours#enhypen sad thoughts#park sunghoon sad thoughts#sunghoon sad thoughts
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you know i'm kind of obsessed with the tragedy of gwen stacy in the tasm movies because she's - she's such an interesting, tragic creature. we get into it a little in tasm1, that. you know, her father is a police captain - you know, authoritative. incredibly protective of her.
and looking at it, gwen is constantly the victim of men deciding what's best for her. her father decides it's best for her that she stay away from peter. peter decides it's best too, obviously, even though it hurts. it's not a question of what gwen wants.
thinking of the scene in tasm where gwen confides in peter, as she's cleaning his wounds, that she knows what this is - every day she sees her father strap a badge to his chest and she doesn't know if he's going to make it home or not.
gwen's powerless - she has these men in her life that she loves that are constantly making dangerous decisions that put their own lives in danger, and she's constantly expected to sit by passively and do nothing and pray for them to get home safely. like her own desires don't matter. she wants them to be there, she wants to have a say in what these men do, because she loves them and they're important to her. but she has no power. she knows that what they're doing is noble and good for the world, but she is sidelined and never listened to. she has no superpowers, no badge, and no say in the matter.
and her father gets killed. doing something stupid and heroic. and she wasn't involved, and she was powerless to prevent it. and even still, after his death, he's trying to push gwen out of the way of danger. strip her of agency in her own life. she can't be with peter. she doesn't get a say in the matter.
of course that doesn't work out, and peter and gwen wind up back together - but peter is eaten up with guilt, and still thinks he shouldn't be with gwen because gwen is safer without him, yadda yadda, and gwen is sick of it. gwen is sick of men dictating what becomes of her. what she can and can't have. where she should and shouldn't be. so.
i always made fun of this bit of script - it's so, so funny.
"i break up with you peter. i break up with you."
i make fun of it all the time, but i get it. i get why it's written this way. the tasm2 script isn't subtle. gwen is pointedly telling peter that she is calling the shots. peter cannot dictate her fate. this is her choice. she breaks up with him. she is the one with power in this dynamic. she is taking the power. she is not his damsel that needs protecting. she is allowed to tell peter what she wants, and make her own decision about what's best for her.
cut to the end, where peter webs gwen to a car. he wants her out of the line of fire. even though she's proven she's helpful and capable, more so than peter. peter wants her out of harms way, so that he can do something heroic and dangerous.
gwen is SICK of it!! she's going to be heroic and dangerous too. if these men can throw themselves into the line of fire with little care for the people they leave watching helplessly in the rafters than, by god, gwen can do it too. she's not going to watch helplessly as peter fights his battle on his horse, dick swinging, swords drawn. and she's not going to passively sit by as peter gets himself killed because actually, peter's not as smart as he thinks he is.
he's just stupid enough to take the hits and scrape himself off the pavement afterwards. gwen is the one with the plan. and if gwen weren't there, peter might not have been able to pull everything off. he probably would've eventually taken them down in the end, but he would've definitely taken more of a beating, and more property damage, and potentially, more civilian casualties. it was a good thing gwen was there. female excellence. it's not always about who can take a hit.
of course, in the end up - gwen winds up in peril, and no. she doesn't have powers that can save her. and, these men who try and do everything to protect her - they're fallible. but it was her choice. her choice to do the heroic thing, despite her fragility. her choice to step into the line of fire, without super-strength or spider-reflexes. and i think it's a poetic, heroic way to go.
one thing though, that i feel is mismanaged, almost infuriatingly so â is how underdelivered on gwen's death as a heroic gesture. in the end it becomes more about peter's guilt than it does about gwen's sacrifice. because they still wanted to have the iconic "fall" scene from the comics. so, in the end, gwen becomes powerless. she's mid fall. she can't do anything. she has to wait for peter to save her, in the end.
it's infuriating because captain stacy's death is unfalteringly heroic. he dies to save peter.
gwen puts herself in the line of fire to save peter. in the same way her father did. but she's robbed of the heroic framing her father gets because in the end, she has to be saved. in the end, it isn't framed like she saved peter. it's framed like peter failed to save her.
so we get a peter parker pity party instead of actually, what should be a beautiful, heroic send-off for gwen stacy, who became a hero despite every man trying to sideline her.
tl;dr tasm gwen deserved the same heroic framing her father got but hollywood messed up again because they don't know how to do female hero stories
#sci talks movies#gwen stacy#sorry. i think about this a lot.#on paper i think tasm2 is really interesting. ON PAPER.#there's really so much food there. but it's such a bad movie.#but it made me start the blog so what hey.#i think about it a lot. i could do so many video essays about tasm2.
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hello!! hope you're having a good day :D
since you're doing the pride flag challenge, I hope you don't mind me requesting the lithromantic/sexual flag!
left is lithsexual and the right is lithromantic, idm which one you pick :]
(it means to feel romantic and/or sexual attraction to someone but doesn't want the feeling reciprocated or stops once it is :>)
Day 297 of posting Jevil every day
#pride palettes#lithromantic#I wanted to go with the Lithromantic palette because I thought the green and red was interesting and also because it feels familiar#five colors.. mostly black? this is the closest Iâve gotten to drawing Jevil in his actual color palette since weâve started this!#this whole June Pride event has been so exciting and it makes me really happy to see you all getting happy when you see yourself reflected#in a palette. But I do miss drawing regular Jevils!!!#I may get my chance though. Day 300 is coming up fast and itâs gonna be during June. do I do a regular Pride jevil or a special normal#palette Jev? I guess weâll see how Iâm feeling day of.#hmmm. hey if youâve read this far- want some Dailyjevil lore?#when I started dailyjevil.. Jevil wasnât even my favorite Deltarune character#It was Rouxls Kaard actually. Actually had a big crush on him- crazy right?? I donât get those often.#Anyways I started Dailyjevil on a whim in the middle of my 5th period English class. I noticed there wasnât a daily jevil art blog and#thought I could try it for a month or two. By the way- I had drawn Jevil like twice before this. Never couldâve seen it lasting this long!#Now I have around 300 Jevils in my camera roll. I didnât think it would last once my Deltarune fixation wore off.#Iâm probably gonna go in detail of it all later once this is all over in a big thank you post#Iâm starting to plan what Iâm gonna do for the final day#gah!!!!! I canât believe Iâve almost made it!!!!!#dailyjevil#deltarune#deltarune jevil#jevil#jevil deltarune
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I'm surprised you haven't posted any Welcome home stuff recently! Honestly kinda makes me sad since I love your WH art and stuff
yea y'all are gonna have to be Patient w/ me bc
a) i have like. a week left to pack all of my stuff before i need to shove everything into a uhaul and leave, so its crunch time! leaving little to no energy/interest in anything else
b) to be honest my mental health is the worst its been in years - which is fine, its whatever, i can deal. it's not as bad as it could be and im handling it! like a champ, even! but also its leaving little to no energy/interest in anything else
c) had a minor crisis over my art and how i interact w/ WH, and i realized im not scribbling enough of what I want. ive mostly been trying to please people and do as asked and thats! not good! so i want to temper expectation & reassert that im Not a WH art blog - its just a hyperfixation / something i love rn. i draw what i enjoy & what i want in the moment.
#i picked up my tablet last night and all of my motivation died on the spot#so im just. eh whatever ill get back into the swing of things eventually#but yeah im spending my time packing & keeping myself afloat! not much room for other things at present!#rambles from the bog#but yeah i was starting to feel like a commodity of sorts?#like the majority of asks are just some form of 'can you draw this' 'draw this' 'id love it if youd draw this'#which is. fine. im an art blog! thats what i do!#but its also like hey. im just some guy doodling what they enjoy. im not a machine churning out content for consumption#& it gets to the point where there's so much expectation and obligation and 'demand'-#when do i ever sit down and truly indulge in what i want?#like the monster scribble i posted the other day! it made me so happy! i love monsters and Beasts!#when do i ever allow myself to draw them?#rarely bc i feel like people Expect puppets from me. and thats not a great feeling!#i love puppets i love wh and everything but i would like to enjoy it w/o pressure yk yk....#& for a second there i Was feeling the pressure and scribbling puppets was starting to feel like a chore#something i Needed to do to please people#so! im focusing on real life & taking a break from creation & keeping my mindset away from 'jump into traffic' thankyew <3#theres just too much going on right now#in my head And outside of it.#so ill stick to packing & binging psych & i'll lovingly place everything else on the backburner
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Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh today I've been constantly experiencing the urge to un-private today-in-the-devildom & start writing for it again
#i'm gonna ramble in the tags but#i've been talking with starr (if you're reading this--hi starr!! <3) about the blog today and sharing some of the entries#and it just made me miss it so much#+ the conversation actually made me realize some other reasons why i didn't enjoy the blog in general anymore#like i genuinely love the blog and i genuinely loved writing for it & that conversation reminded me of that#but also there were so many reasons that ultimately pushed me to more or less abandon the blog & then later private it too#so i'm kind of at a loss here#tbh i think i'm mostly just scared to pick the blog up again only for it to end exactly like last time i picked it back up#i've actually always wanted for the blog to be a source of inspiration y'know?#like the things mentioned in the entries are kinda just small ideas right#i was hoping that people would read these & feel inspired to write or draw something of their own based on my entries#that was actually what made me start the blog in the first place. the hope that i could inspire others that way#aaahhhhhh.... maybe it's on me since i could have more openly communicated that idea......#i did get to meet one wonderful person who wrote a few fics based on my entries tho!! (hi ali <3)#but yeah..there's that#also the way engagement just dropped significantly after a while#like i know i was gone for a good while & that a lot of people left the fandom and all that#but still getting maybe one reblog if i'm lucky really feels like a punch to the gut#ESPECIALLY considering that i was close to 900 followers on there#do you guys know that feeling when you proudly show someone you care about something you did only to get a disinterested answer?#yeah...#that's essentially how it feels like to me#and well as you might know the feeling of âwhy should i keep writing if apparently no one caresâ eventually won... haha.....#but aaaahhhhh i'm still clinging onto the hope & what ifs here#that conversation with starr really just made me forget about everything that frustrated me about the blog & left me with this#longing feeling to start again lol#hey if you've made it this far into the tags let me just ask--would you care if i picked the blog back up?#would you also *show* that you care?#i'm actually quite curious (you could almost call me george lol)#anyway maybe we'll see each other on today-in-the-devildom again in the future.. who knows
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Also uhm.
This blog is about videogames technically, I know.
I've played both of the ps4 spider-man games this year and they bewitched me. Beautiful and so so fun and so damn satisfying to play honestly. Peter Parker is perfectly balanced between being endearing and being an annoying little dweeb I wanna shove into a locker. Miles Morales is characterised perfectly (my sweet little boy my dearest son whom I love so dearly) and I was also pleased that Miles' game didn't shy away from the themes of race trauma that come with his narrative. The dynamic with him and the Tinkerer felt right, it felt like it was hitting some important points about the trauma of growing up a working class person of colour and the precariousness of your opportunities and future in a way that I felt some connection with - a very nice story I think, even if it was shorter than I anticipated.
The story being slightly shorter than I would have liked though, it kind of balanced out a bit by how rich it is with detail and characterisation. All of the characters in Miles' narrative are given just enough development and attention, so I don't feel entirely cheaped out by the story being short.
Plus the side stories are adorable, exploring Miles' journey of self discovery as he establishes himself as both a 'second spider-man' but also as a young man of colour working in a role that is associated with whiteness. I feel there was a lot there that helped strengthen the player's connection with him. (I'm biased, of course, being a brown hispanic person who always felt some connection with Miles Morales lol)
There were points in Spider-Man Miles Morales that made me feel pangs of real emotion, you know, which means they certainly did a lot of things right.
Oh, and that one side story in which he and the Prowler work together to produce a little song with the samples his dad wanted to make music with??? Oh, you best believe I melted into a little puddle on the floor because it was so beautiful. I've always had a special attachment to Miles' interest in music because hey, I was also a little hispanic boy who used to hog the computer for hours to play around with my silly little experimental beats when I was in primary school. Dude, I've been him and I am him. Made me feel so many things.
Overall, I think I was impressed by the sheer amount of stuff there was to do in the first one and how much they managed to fit into the game... But in terms of writing and characters I think Miles Morales was a far better experience for me. There were so many points where I felt emotional playing it, connecting deeply with it as a nerdy hispanic POC, so kudos for that.
There's the obvious things you've probably heard before, too - the movement mechanics being extremely satisfying and cathartic, the environments and sounds being super engaging... Even simply swinging around through New York feels really fun, which is 100% vital for any Spider-Man game. Since the ps2 era, nobody wants to play a Spider-Man game that doesn't have smooth and satifying movement mechanics. These games absolutely impress in that regard, of course. I'm soooo late of course, because when the games originally came out I couldn't afford them but I'm so glad I got copies and played them through. They were so worth it!
#spiderman ps4#spiderman miles morales#i love u miles morales my son my beautiful baby child#brenniviews#yes I'm actually posting the stuff I made this blog for after not doing so for ages. you are welcome#I'm probably gonna have to post some thoughts abt Cyberpunk 2077 as well once I have done a second playthrough#but the game is so glitchy and bugged and crashes to much because AAA games are so deep in the toilet I know I know#and no NG+ either what#either way I'll talk 2077 at some point. I will#started this blog 10 years ago to be my anime + games journalism + fandom place but hey I've had a few rock bottoms since then bear with me
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God . . . imagine thinking Laios is a bad person who doesn't care about people. actual insanity.
#yea this is about you know who's 'review' again. it's on my mind now that i'm trying to finish the series. sowwy. ;9#making this unrebloggable from the getgo this time so that drama obsessed freaks can't get their hands on my ramblings again. fuck off lmao#anyways imagine thinking that. IMAGINE THINKING THAT HE DOESN'T CARE ABOUT HIS SISTER. GET WELL SOON OR FUCKING PERISH.#EDIT HEY I'M NOT QUITE DONE ACTUALLY:#i heard someone else say this and now that i finished the series i honestly gotta agree on some level#i think this specific YTer did genuinely try to give the series as a whole another shot (since she was only watching the anime at first)#but then when she went into the manga was so fucking mad at her viewers and fans straight up disagreeing with her personal interpretations#(which were wrong but she took them down the dumb as fuck and extremely wrong road of All of These Are Factual Actually Sorry)#that she only really skimmed the manga (or looked at footnotes/summaries) and took up a soapbox of I Know Everything About This Thing Now#and doubled down on her just completely wrong and honestly dumb opinions and interpretations being presented as fact out of pure spite#it legit sucks so fucking bad. cause like i know and have actually seen her audience who haven't ever touched the series#(or some that maybe started it and have some sort of beef with it for one reason or another and had those feelings validated by her)#parrot back these ideas as if they're true! i partly know it cause it happened with me and her talking about fucking ****** ********!#like legit i sometimes check like her channel or her blog on here every so often and i saw a post of hers on here#where someone in the replies just. blindly agreed with her! and called Laios a bad person probably without ever checking DM out themselves!#which is crazy cause this YTer used to call out like other YTers not taking hard stances#feeling they have to cloak whatever opinions or stances they have in a million This Is Just My Opinion disclaimers etc#which made me realize Oh Hey Yea They Do That like i used to like that about her!#but. you know. if her audience isn't forming their own opinions about a series and just parroting back her own to validate her being wrong.#then it's fine. i guess. epic echo chamber moments or what the fuck ever.#okay NOW i'm done i think. this time. i like to bitch and moan so i might vague post about her again probably. tee hee. :3
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crazy how you can actually scroll back through this blog (DO NOT do it. its not worth the psychic damage of being witness to a teenager with a personality disorder and no solid irl support system making posts on the internet) and see me complaining about school and now my posts about school are like so the funniest thing happened at school today- (i.e. i am no longer tormented by the demons of adolescence but by the adolescent demons, who are actually hilarious and endearing and incredibly sweet even when they blow up at me and hate my guts and want to rip me to shreds for committing the cardinal sin of caring about their educations)
#taylor.txt#anyway i saw a post about like. shoutout to ppl who started their blogs as teenagers but are now 20-30s and yeah my talk tag is. bad <3#this wasnt my first blog but i did resolve to not hop accounts anymore and was successful around age 16/17#sometimes i regret that but i know it was not a healthy habit for me so like#kudos to teenage me for being so determined to get better that they stuck it out in small ways like that#obviously its not what made me better (other thing you can find if you backscroll my blog is the times i was hospitalized for mental health)#but hey. life sucked but i was stubborn enough to make it better. sometimes it still sucks but it comes and goes right#also like im still early 20s likeâŠive got a long way to go still! tbh my career took an. unexpected turn this year (which maybe shouldnt#have been unexpected but it was lol) so like. who knows what the future will hold for me. but im sure iâll still be here posting about my#blorbo du jourâs childhood trauma or whatever LMAO
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ugh if i was a tv/entertainment writer right now i would be tearing into apple tee vee plus i truly was like maybe if i enjoy the finale it will soften how much this season sucked but it was WORSE than all of it put together. i cant even explain why i hate it so viscerally it just made me feel bad and angry
#and it DID make me laugh a lot and tear up a little at points#well only when isaac kicked the goal actually#but none of the emotion was EARNED through good writing it was all reliant on callbacks#and 'look we're doing a moment arent you moved'#'hey isnt this funny because its just like that other thing'#and it got me SOMETIMES but it was just so frustrating#like at the end of the day the reason i enjoyed the show from the start is because i LIKE the comedy#idk man im just like. you really couldnt do anything better?#god the rebecca moment at the end made me FURIOUS#WHAT was that fucking for.#god.#bad.#r.txt#might finally get around to making myself a tv blog#so i can write a big ol essay on this show. its just. such a mess.
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Every now and then I get haunted by my past as a dr fan because someone mentions it or smth and lemme tell you the worst case scenario is if they bring up v3 in an even slightly positive light because nothing will make me start giving a shit abt dr again except for my burning hatred of that damn game, I just spent like 30 minutes ranting to myself about how much of a nothing character Kokichi is in the bathroom after showering just to vent it out because if I don't rant abt v3 every now and then I'll explode and kill someone
#rat rambles#like I generally think I had a lot of dogshit takes and sucked ass at au making and character analysis back in my dr days#but like I still stand by most of my gripes with v3 even if my old rewrite concepts also sucked#look man those were dark times my previous main interest was cr and the one before that was hs#also I had never actually posted about my thoughts before so I was a bit trigger happy with saying shit with my full chest#Im still prone to having bad takes on things to be clear even with oni I had a lot of bad takes when I first got into it#tbf I was mostly trying to talk myself down from going deeper but I evidently failed. hard.#but yeah I should delete my old fandom blog became every day I see my old dr posts get notes and I die a bit more#oh wait one dr rewrite thing I still stand by is my humam chiaki shit I was onto smth#like I still agree human chiaki should have never existed but I also think her existing as an individual who was wildly different from#ai chiaki is deeply interesting and also leaves space for some fun fucked up tragedy shit for both chiaki's#like I still like a lot of my old ideas for my rewrite of that stuff especially likey characterization was off for most of the cast but I#was cooking with the basic concepts and narrative I <3 taking characters that ppl idolize post their death and shifting the narrative to#show that they weren't a hero nor could they ever have been they were just some guy who went through horrible shit and died miserable#its one of my favorite things to do in fiction even now so ofc Im still fond of my older stuff with it on some level#like mannn why did I have to go so hard on what ultimately amounted to an au character and proceed to drop the ball on everything else lol#anyways I need to sleep before I start talking abt chiaki more yall dont need to see that <3#I mean hey could be worse. I could start talking abt my old cr stuff. we'd be here for at least a week straight#my old cr stuff was mostly actually pretty good it simply makes me sad because I put so much work and effort and made some fantastic#pieces of worldbuilding and character concepts for a mobile cookie game that sucks absolute ass#I ofc will still happily recycle concepts from my old cr stuff but like so much of it is just impossible to remove from context its so sad#ok ok gn for realsies this time
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Your brain ever just randomly decide you have a crush on someone on tumblr you arent even mutuals with andâve had one conversation with and it was like a year ago
#they remind me of another one of our partners tbh. maybe thats it#or maybe theyre just our type#we dont really think of that type as our type but the pattern between these two is not subtle#one time they called us a âfriendâ which surprised us and made us overwhelmingly happy#we had been mutuals with one of their mutuals but that mutual seems toâve unfollowed us#wonder why /not mad#i mean we havent really liked our blogâs vibe either lately so thats fair#i assume neither of those people will ever see this#im not writing for them to see it im just rambling to myself#curious if they do though#feel free to give it a like#kinda wanna find an excuse to talk to that sys again but no idea what i could possibly say#other than just hey i think im love with you#i wanna say ill get over it because those feelings literally came over me as i started writing this#but knowing myself i do Not get over feelings ever#oh well. add âem to the feelings pile i guess#lilac posts
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IF ITâS ONLY A TOUCHâŠAITA? - satoru gojo.
â© â about. âbut one day, she just grew upâŠand i havenât been able to look at her the same.â satoru gojo never meant to fuck his best friendâs little sister. he never meant to make her fall in love him. he never meant to fall in love with her. satoru doesnât want anyone to know, suguru has no idea and she wants to tell the whole worldâŠdoes that make him the asshole? ⊠( 46.5K )
â© â warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! nsfw, smut, angst with a bittersweet ending. college!au, age gaps ( reader is 22, satoru gojo is 27 ), forbidden romance, toxic relationships, situationships, co-dependency ( on suguru geto ), controlling older brother, panic attacks, violence, fight scenes, arguments, alcohol mentions, smoking weed, manipulation, gaslighting, three smut scenes, spit, praise, dumbification, fingering (f!receiving), hand jobs (m!receiving), pussy jobs, dry humping, hold the moan, light!choking, light!oral-fixation, public sex, bathroom sex, clothed sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (f + m!receiving), overstimulation, orgasm control, multiple orgasms, creampies, adopted geto!reader, fem!reader.
â© â things to note. my entry for @ohkento âs reddit collab ! iâd like to thank everyone for their patience with this labour of love. it was first a silly idea that blossomed into something more complex and beautiful. i love this fic so much and i hope you do too!! special thanks to @todorosie for beta reading n all your encouragement!! and to @rinhaler for the sukuna reference hehe <3 - m.list â playlist â read on ao3 ! ÖŽ àŁȘđ€â âč
AITA (27M) FOR FUCKING MY BEST FRIEND'S (26M) LITTLE SISTER (22F)? hey reddit. iâll get straight into it. i met my best friend, weâll call him S, when we were kids, as young as five i guess, and weâve been inseparable ever since. he was there for me at my lowest, and right by my side at my highest. iâve never been the greatest personâŠbut there isnât anything he wouldnât do for me and vice versa. thatâs why i feel so bad. heâs got this younger sister, i used to find her so annoying, but one day⊠she just grew up and i havenât been able to look at her the same. we started fooling around two years ago around the time sheâd settled into college but decided to keep it a secret from her brother. now sheâs graduated from college and wants to take the next step⊠TLDR: weâve been fucking around for two years but now sheâs graduated and is ready to be more serious with our relationship. she wants to tell her brother â iâm unsure. AITA?
coming back home after four years of brutal education, late nights studying and heavy textbooks feels⊠almost comforting.Â
sure, youâve been home for the holidays before, and sometimes between semesters when things got a little bit rough. but this time around, being home feels more like a relief â an aura of permanency surrounding the occasion. at home, thereâs home cooked meals instead of stale take-out and the house youâve been raised in smells of warm spices rather than the unpleasant combination of old beer and dorm parties.Â
thereâs peace in being at home instead of college after four long years. itâs rewarding almost, to know that youâre welcomed back into the arms of the people who love you most after years of blood, sweat and tears. youâve made it. youâre on the other side. youâve got a degree under your belt and a bright, prosperous future ahead of you.Â
letting out a determined huff, you throw your suitcases down onto the end of your bed â pushed up against the window of your childhood bedroom. the walls are a colour you no longer like (lime green⊠what were you thinking?) plastered with posters from groups you no longer listen to and movies you would only watch for comfort now that youâre a little bit older. nostalgia is warm under your skin as you look around at your teenage safe space, until your big doe eyes land on your sticker covered closet.Â
being home for just the weekend, you thought youâd kill two birds with one stone. unpack the clothes you no longer need at your college dorm whilst joining your parents for a celebration. they had wanted you to come down from your university town in order to commemorate the end of your degree, since theyâll be abroad on business for your graduation ceremony in a few months time. not to mention, the outstanding job offer youâd received not long after being awarded your final marks.Â
your brother, suguru, would be joining you for the weekend as well. temporarily taking up space in his own childhood bedroom just across the hall â the keep out sign with black and yellow restricted tape still hanging from the white wooden door. geto had long since moved out of your parents place, what with him being five years older than you. he now had a job in the city as a big shot lawyer with hardly any time for his little sister anymore. so the fact that he was making the trip down just to celebrate you meant more than you could put into words.
he hadnât arrived yet, however, and your parents were busy downstairs sorting out your favourite home cooked dinner (oxtail, a favourite) to care about what you were up to â leaving you to unpack in comfortable solitude. you decide to start with your night clothes, the darkness of the winterâs evening starting to bleed into the purple painted sky. youâll be sleepy soon, no doubt.Â
turning your back on the window, you move to set your toiletries and a fresh pair of pyjamas on the back of your desk chair â hardly noticing the way the window panes creak open, accompanied by the chill of a light december breeze. the gentle tread of footsteps across your carpeted floor go without attention as well, youâre too occupied with sorting through your things to pay attention to anything. not until itâs too late.Â
âboo!â
large and possessive hands on your hips make you jump in fright, relaxing only when you hear the familiar teasing baritone against the shell of your ear. âdid you miss me?â gojo purrs, using his hold on the flesh at your waist to spin you around to face him. your palms settle on the broad spread of his sturdy shoulders while his fingers dip into the back pocket of your low-waist jeans â leaving very little room between your bodies.
âsatoru!â you exhale sincerely with the wisps of a smile spreading across your lips and twitching at the corner of your mouth. âwhat are you doing here? when did you get back?â like butter in a heated pan, you melt into the manâs arms, those same arms wrapping around your waist fully to pull you further into him. you feel dumb and lovestruck, tucked into the plushness of gojoâs chest as if youâd never left.Â
âi couldn't miss my special girlâs special weekend, now could i?â the toothy smirk satoru gives you is enough to make your knees knock and youâre reminded that youâre lucky enough to be held up in his arms. happiness simmers hotly through your veins at the thought. a million and one girls would kill to be in your position, to have a man as handsome as the satoru gojo in their bedroom, all alone, sapphire blue eyes honed in on you and only you.Â
heâs unlike any man youâve ever met before. heâs so beautiful, not just anyone will do if it ever came to replacing him. heâs tall enough to tower over you, and make you feel small in a way that isnât terrible at all. his hair is as white as winter frosts and unfairly soft for someone who probably doesnât take as much care for it as he should. his lashes flutter against your forehead, long and to die for. satoru gojo is a beauty if you ever saw one â and you find yourself grateful to keep him all to yourself. in this moment. of course.
the look he gives you itself is enough to keep you alive, make your cheeks tingle with heat just under the skin, make you feel like a schoolgirl about to give a note to her crush. but a million and one girls donât have to hide their crushes or keep them secret, their relationships probably arenât as complex or confusing as your own with the man before you.
things with gojo have always been weirdâŠever since you were young. he found you annoying and whiny, back then, he along with your adoptive brother would pick on you until your eyes were big and shiny and your nose a little snotty. in those times, suguru (who babied you too much for your own good on occasion) often followed his best friendâs lead, maybe because satoru was older (despite them both being five years ahead of you in age) and the more dominating personality of the two best friends. it was easy to think that he might have even despised you then, or to imagine that suguru would grow up adoring you. yet, for satoru, it all changed one summer after your eighteenth birthday, when you just⊠shot up. you filled out, your demeanour changed, you became everything that he ever wanted.Â
satoru was spoilt. he always had been, even from childhood. the gojo clan had built an empire and he was right at the heart of it as soon as he left college. the white haired man with the dazzling rows of perfect teeth had all the money and power in the world â right in the palm of his dangerous hands. obtaining what he wanted was as easy as snapping his fingers, and in an instant he could have all the booze and babes he desired. whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. the issue with being a man of satoru gojoâs calibre is the difficulty in drawing a line in the sand and knowing when to stop. men like him have everything, but only desire what they canât have.Â
he only desires you.
see, early on in his friendship with your brother, suguru had given satoru one plain and simple rule. one that he could never break so long as he walked godâs green earth and breathed fresh air into his lungs.Â
suguru had made him promise never to go near you, sexually or romantically.Â
theyâd known one another their entire lives, been together through thick and thin, ups and downs. if anyone knew what the real satoru gojo was really like⊠it would be your brother. he had seen every arc of gojo like the phases of the moon up above. satoru was a partier, he drank until his veins were 50% alcohol and poured the bourbon until all of his organs were burned black. he smoked away his burdens, numbing his brain with whatever he could get his hands on. people, back in college, were just as disposable to gojo as his fatherâs income and even now, with his position at the heart of Gojo Corporations â satoru was no more stable than a drowning child, struggling to keep his head above the water and air in his scarred lungs.Â
he was in no position to look out for you like suguru did. to the older geto, you were a prized possession and a treasure to be cherished. his innocent baby sister who was too sweet for the hard liquor gojo drank by the gallons and the papers that knew to tear him apart by name. you needed someone to rely on, someone to look out for you when the world gets tough and the rose tinted glass ceiling shatters down on you. suguru had tried his hardest to shield to growing up, becoming partly responsible for your dependence on him.Â
he learned how to braid your hair and cook the foods you liked before moving to japan for your adoption. when he wasnât being mean to you along with satoru, suguru cared for you deeply. he was a good adoptive brother.
so, it was a wonder how you even managed to get into and go to university all on your own â without your older brotherâs watchful eye to keep you safe from the dangers of men, sex and money.
and gojo, being gojo, was never a stickler for the rules. heâd innocently reached out to you once youâd settled into college, under the guise of checking on his best friendâs little sister. much to his amusement, youâd already broken out of the safety net your brother had cast over you â you were more brazen and adventurous, sleeping around between study sessions and partying when youâd told your family you were tired from the weekâs work.Â
before anyone knew it, youâd become the college girl who liked to be wined and dined by older men â presenting the perfect opportunity for satoru to sweep you off your feet.Â
texts to check on you every once in a while became calls to ask about your day and wish each other good morning and good night. these little things, as sweet as they might have seemed, snowballed into something bigger. something more. at least to you. you were falling in love with satoru gojo, and fast. it was the first time youâd ever felt like that towards someone, and heâd gotten you right where he wanted you.Â
it wasnât long before you were paying off your dorm mates to keep quiet about having an older man over, no less gojo. you were naive but not stupid, it wouldnât take an idiot to know that geto had people keeping an eye on you nor that money was what made the world go round â people would do anything for a hefty price or designer bag. they kept their lips sealed each and every time gojo swung by your dorm to pin your knees to your ears and fuck you raw until your voice was hoarse and there was a dent in your wall from the force of his thrusts against the bed frame.Â
satoru had been the one to take your virginity, of course. suguru would have had an aneurism if he ever found out.
and while you loved the thrill of sneaking around with someone older, someone who seemed to know the world better than you ever could, someone who excited you â there were times where you wished your heart hadnât chosen the enigma that is satoru gojo. your relationship with him ruined the little time you had to explore yourself in college. he knew all of your friends, he knew all of the boys in your classes and the ones that dared to hang out with you outside of them. he sometimes paid them off to break your heart or cheat on you just so that youâd go running back into his arms â bleary eyed and emotionally drained.
satoru knew about your every move â the parties you went to and the socials you attended. you were never able to mess around with people, not with the tabs he had on you. silly little you, donât you know? youâre satoruâs property.Â
the worst thing he could have done to you is fail to put a label on your relationship. you were never his girlfriend and he would always dance around the question like he was avoiding a bullet to the chest. âwhat are we?â you would ask, and like always, satoru would grin lazily and slowly â in the way that brews a hazy fog over your mind and respond with. âwhatever you want me to be.â
what you wanted was something official. not to be satoruâs little pet, hidden away from the rest of the world while in private he promises you that youâre the only girl heâs ever loved. it hit hardest whenever you would go to visit him, noting anotherâs car in the driveway that wasnât yours or satoruâs. you knew that you never meant muchâŠbut in actuality it was slowly killing you now. he gave you comfort, gave you warmth but whenever you woke, he was gone by the morning. thatâs how it always was.Â
a piece of you threatened to crumble each and every time your lover was plastered over the tabloids and gossip magazines with another heiress. you wanted to tell the world that you were his and he was yours. you wanted suguru to know too.Â
oftentimes, satoru would ease your worries with a simple toe curling and mind numbing kiss to your butter-glossed lips, uttering the words âbut, wouldnât that ruin our little secret?âÂ
the very secret made you feel dirty and used.Â
if satoru didnât let you, then you could never bring yourself to tell suguru. it would break his heart, his entire soul to know that his angelic little sister was taking her eyes off of the very expensive prize of her university degree. and so, the track of your fragmented relationship (situationship?) with your mischievous white haired lover replays over and over again like a broken record â scratched and scathed.Â
satoru comes over, you fight or cry, and he ends up balls deep inside of you â creaming your little cunt in a hotel off campus or paying off your friends to spend your night in your dorm again.Â
when you finally graduated, you remember one of said friends asking. âwill you ever go public with that⊠guy youâre always fucking? i mean⊠he practically lives with you.â
at the time, youïżœïżœd pressed your lips into a thin and telling line. you couldnât. you wouldnât. theyâd laughed about it then and you knew what conclusions were running through their minds. what a dumb, naive little rich girl, for thinking she was anything more than a sidechick.Â
if only you could just show them the lengths satoru would go to be with you in the secrecy of your own little bubble.Â
like right now.
âsweetheart, whereâd you go?â cocking his head down at you, satoruâs sugarcoated, sickly sweet coo runs through your ears like molten sugar and drags you from the depths of deep thought. he clicks his teeth, using a thumb and forefinger to tilt your head up in order to face him â positioning you like his own marionette doll. âcame all this way to see you, only for you to get lost in that pretty little head of yours.â
itâs patronising, the way he speaks to you as if youâre a child â but itâs all youâve ever known. being babied by your lover and even your brother. âs-sorry! i was just⊠thinkingâŠâ you supply as a meek excuse, shuddering when gojo slips a thumb over the slightly cracked skin of your bottom lip. the impending winterâs cold had been nipping at it in his place.
âabout me?â
you scoff playfully, begrudgingly pulling yourself from satoruâs grip before he makes your brain too overcast to even focus about unpacking. âabout graduation. i canât believe itâs all over.âÂ
returning to unfolding some casual wear left in your bag, your mind begins to wander if satoru misses you as much as you miss him whenever youâre not touching. your skin feels alive, teaming with life, whenever heâs nearby â as if two magnets that couldnât be more different have attracted one another instead of repelling. itâs like you need to be near him in order to breathe, to feel, to exist.Â
yourâŠboyfriend? makes himself comfortable on your bed, trailing his index finger over the pink patterned sheets. you realise then, that youâll never truly understand whatâs going on in his head.Â
âi am proud of you, yanno.â gojo comments casually. he man-spreads across the edge of your bed, leaning back against his elbows as if to draw your eyes to the treasure between his thick jean-clad thighs. ânot every day my pretty baby graduates with honours. such a smart little girl, hm?â itâs cruel really, how dumb he makes you out to be â but in a way, it makes your insides twist and a flutter make its way up to your chest.
you shrug as if itâs nothing, hanging your clothes up in the closet before you return to the bedside. âitâs a wonder i managed, âtoru. you were always distracting me,â memories of your illicit activities on nights before papers were due or exams were to be taken flash behind his vibrant azure eyes, and satoru grins mischievously as his strong arms snake around your waist â his head pressed against your smooth tummy. âi have to unpack.â you remind him gently.
but then he looks up at you, like a sweet pet that begs for food, dragging you into the shining blue pools of his eyes that you can never seem to escape. and before you know it, youâre drowning in gojoâs attention once again.Â
âdid you miss me?â
satoru letâs his fingers slide under your loose top and gives your hips a possessive squeeze, watching you with baited breath.Â
ââtoru, youâve asked me that already.âÂ
he squeezes again, harder, the rough pads of his fingers sinking into your mid-section, all needy like. heâs desperate to know that you havenât found anyone else. âi missed you,â satoru quips in place of your silence. âi hate being away from you for so long, work sucks.â
as if he ever did any real work. satoru was just the pretty poster boy for his dadâs company â it worked out well though, youâd seen the amount of zeros in his bank account yourself. âiâll be getting a job too, did you know that? at that big fashion editorial. you know the one, Heavenly Pact magazine. itâll be in the city too so we can be closer together. itâs why suguru is taking us to dinner.âÂ
satoru finds your gushing adorable, pulling you to stand between his legs as you go on and on.
âand where dâya think suguru got that idea from?â he coos. âi had him set up a reservation at that place you like⊠yanno, the one where we spent our two years. something about the sushi there. you liked it.âÂ
satoru talks about the day as if you were really dating. two years. seven hundred and thirty days spent fawning over him and chasing the white haired male like a lost puppy. you couldnât even call it an anniversary, not when you werenât official. though, heâd taken the time to spoil you â he dressed you in diamonds and designer, picked you up in a fancy car that probably cost more than your rent, booked out the whole restaurant and filled it with your favourite flowers. gojo had made you feel like you were special, something special to him, and as usual you fell for the smoke screens and mirrors that masked how he truly felt.Â
how he wanted to own every part of you.Â
youâd wanted to celebrate two years being tied to one another and he let you, because in order to take â you have to give a little.Â
gojo somehow feels closer than before, his lips treading lightly over your supple stomach while his thumbs trace circles over your hips. you preen into his touch, love bristling in your chest and replacing the heaviness that weighs it down. âyouâre coming?âÂ
âwouldnât miss it for the world, baby.â comes his husky, breathy whisper â uttered against your warm skin like a promise of love and support. satoru presses a wet kiss just above your navel all while slyly tugging your shirt further up, distracting you from the task at hand (folding clothes).
something stirs within your lower tummy, a blistering hot sensation spreads from your core to your chest, your mind and all four of your limbs as if someoneâs thrown gasoline onto a fire. gojoâs curious silver tongue travels further â tracing over the saltine droplets of sweat on your skin while he licks up to your rib cage. every twist of his pink muscle against you makes your breath catch in the ridges of your throat and your entire body wrack with a case of the shakes.Â
still, you continue to unpack, struggling with the items in your grip as large palms claw up your back and force you down into satoruâs widespread lap, not that you mind â being pressed up all against him. âoooh, thatâs cute,â satoru taunts you playfully, pulling back from the love marks heâs painted where your breasts meet your ribs. he blinks over at the article of clothing between your nimble fingers, white flashes tickling your skin as he does so.
his scent is so overwhelming you canât even think, not at all what one would expect. itâs fresh, almost cold to inhale, like peppermint, pine and cool air from the highest peak of the mountain.Â
you look down at gojo dumbly, earning yourself the sound of his melodious laughter. in response, he juts his head in the direction of your hand. âyour bra, you gonna wear that for me?â
shifting your gaze over to the baby blue lace, you grin and toss it aside â using your free hands to push satoru back against your sheets.Â
âmaybe, if youâre lucky.âÂ
he growls in reply, predatory and playful all at once, lifting his head, with his pool of silver-moon hair rising from your bed, to capture your lips in a slow, spit-swapping kiss. he allows you to pin his wrists above his head, barely putting up a fight as you swallow him down and devour him whole â your tongues clash for dominance, slipping and sliding over one another while your hands do the same to the silver roots of his hair.Â
one of your hands travel down to cup his cheek, tilting gojoâs head up just a tad more so that you can pour more of your passion into him. the kiss becomes, in the only way that you can describe it, hurried and hungry â the more of yourself you give to him, the more satoru becomes filled with your love and innermost parts of your soul. you give and give and give until his glass is full to the brim.
you grow weaker by the second, falling victim to the predatory, hot mouth of your lover and your grip on his wrists loosen just enough for his calloused fingertips to fluidly cascade down your body â finding purchase in the loops of your pesky jeans, tugging them away from your marred flesh and soft ass. once heâs bored with toying with your clothes, the silver haired man uses his reach on your ass to push you closer, kiss you harder, grind his swelling erection into the gap between your plush thighs.
the two of you canât be closer, noses knocking against one another clumsily and breath becoming scarce as your lungs ache and burn for a fresh in-take of oxygen between drooly lip locks. itâs messy, youâre both messy â your relationship always has been. but in this very moment, you canât find it in yourself to care, addicted to the weight of gojoâs tongue in your mouth and the way his smooth, glossy lips feel against your own. both of your chests heave, your bodies growing hotter and tenser each time you swirl your hips down onto him or he bucks up into you.
âbaby,â satoru sighs airily, twitching underneath you â all restless and impatient. âyouâre so pretty like this, onâtopâa me,â his crystal blue eyes have darkened to a midnight blue, almost black with a list that makes his pupils blow wide. youâve seen this change too many times to be unfamiliar with what satoru wants. that very thing being you. âsmoke with me a little?â his plea barely covers up the low moan that escapes him as your hips jerk against him. his touch scorches through the all-too-tight denim hugging your waist, leaving burn marks at your tail bone. heâs desperate for this, desperate for you.Â
how can you say no.
your face splits into an angelic, agreeable grin. just what satoru likes to see. âcâmon then, whereâs your stash?â in reply, he lifts his hips higher from the bed â nudging the thick outline of his cock against your sensitive clothed pussy.Â
âsorry.â he lies easily. âback pocket.âÂ
moving to dig around in said pocket, you pull out gojoâs tiny baggy of weed â noting the joints heâd probably rolled up prior to coming here. sometimes, you had the nagging thought that your man always loved you better when you were a little bit high. you gloss over the idea, however, reaching into your nightstand nearby for your sanrio lighter while you toss gojo the bag. he picks out a blunt for you to share and you trigger the flame.
you take the joint between your lips, plumped up from all the kissing youâve been doing, and let satoru wrap a bulky arm around your middle â pinning you to his larger-than-yours frame. his chest is plush, warm, and you can feel your heartbeats beginning to sync up beneath your clothes. you hold the lighter to one end, bambi eyes reflecting the orange yellow flame that sets the wrapper alight and hum in content whilst you inhale.Â
you hold. exhale. and when the smoke clears, gojo is looking up at you as if you hold the entire universe in your gaze.
âyouâre so fuckinâ pretty.âÂ
that sweet giggle of yours rings out into the night air. you take a hit before you press your mouth to satoruâs â breathing the smoke into his lungs.Â
youâre spoiling him. he knows you donât really like to smoke, but youâre always sweetest when he gets you a little fucked up.Â
âso youâve said, âtoru.â
he swipes the blunt from your grip and takes a drag for himself, tapping the ashes out against your sheets as he picks up the salacious motions of his hips again. and like the obedient little thing you are, you grind against him, mewling into his milky skin thatâs illuminated by the shy slither of moonlight that peeks on you both through your curtains.Â
âi mean it, sweet thing,â another hit, his voice even huskier from the aromatic fumes â even as he gripes lowly into the shell of your ear. âfuck, youâre so perfect like this. grinding on my lap like a needy little girl, hm?âÂ
whining out for him, you let satoru stick the blunt back in your mouth and sit up â bucking down on his hard, heavy erection as if youâre riding his cock like you usually do. âsatoru,â you purr while the weed begins to take residence over your brain, take its effect. you recognise that the supply is from sukuna, the older brother of a boy you knew from college. yuuji itadori, was it? youâd always found him cute but he had a girlfriend and gojo told you to stop worrying about him a long time ago. the very thought sparks something in the back of your mind â at war with giving into satoruâs touch and how it makes its way underneath your clothes to thumb at your pebbling nipples. ââtoruâŠwhen are you going to tell sugu about us?âÂ
the mention of your brother should be enough to kill the mood, but youâve been away from gojo far too long. heâs already got his sights set on ruining you for some fun tonight, pushing his luck by slipping his fingers past your tight waistband in order to mess with your slick pussy folds against your panties.Â
âdo i need to?â he drawls, laughs a little, voice breaking through the thick barrier of ardour built up in his throat. âsânot that important. telling him. weâre having fun, right? things are good the way they are.â gojo sticks his tongue out in concentration, fumbling between layers of clothes for your cute little clit and grinning ear to ear when he finds it â watching you quiver and fail to hold yourself up above him as he presses down on the nub, hard. âwhat good would it do, telling him?â
you could think of a million reasons why, but all of them fail to rush to the forefront of your mind â blocked by desire and the lingering weed in your system. âiâŠi want to mean somethinâ to you,â comes your babyish voice, hurt and whiny through your pout. satoru takes the blunt from you, rubbing your cunt through your words as they catch in your throat. âwanna be serious with you. want something more. i-iâm a proper adult now⊠i deserve â oh fuck!ïżœïżœïżœÂ
you donât even know why you bring the fact up. that youâre an adult, that youâre grown now. because youâre still a naive little thing who wants so much more from someone older and more experienced. because youâre still suguruâs younger sister to satoru, not his girlfriend. just his forbidden plaything.Â
satoru smiles wickedly again as you fail to express yourself, becoming a pliant sticky mess all over his fingers while their tips graze your clit over and over again in rough circles. ââm sure you are, my big girl yeah?â heâs so cruel to you, talking down on you while he plays your sopping mound like a fiddle. pinching and pulling at your folds and your poor little clit. âyouâre so close, arenât you? think you might cum from a coupleâa fingers ân a bit of weedâŠâÂ
heat brews under the surface of your skin, most hot at the centre of your face where you start to feel humiliated and embarrassed. even more so because you like it, when the silver haired man is mean to you like this. âsatoruâŠt-thatâs not what i meantââ you try, gushing and crying. âs-satoru iâm g-gonnaâ!âÂ
knock, knock, knock.
âhey little one, iâm home!âÂ
the pair of you jump apart at the smooth sound of suguruâs calm and timbre voice.Â
itâs like a shock to your system, like being doused with cold water or waking up from a hangover after one too many shots. with wild eyes you look from your half-hard boyfriend to the open window â immediately shoving up and pulling his hands from your pants. âg-get up!â Â you seethe, teeth and tongue, all of your syllables rushed.Â
âwas that suguru?â gojo asks, voice elevated with panic while he puts the blunt out against your windowsill.Â
you nod vigorously, using your shaky limbs to push satoru back out the way he came. âyes! now go!âÂ
âhey, little one? itâs me, suguru..â
he scrambles to climb back out the window and you lean over the edge to watch him go â accepting the chaste kiss he gives you on the way out. the second that gojo is out of view, you chuck the half-smoked joint into your trash can and kick the rest of sukunaâs supply underneath your bed to cover up the evidence.
âc-come in!â you finally squeak, putting on your best smile for your adoptive older brother.Â
your bedroom door swings open, revealing a tired suguru with tousled clothes and sleepy dark eyes. he looks older, maturer, but heâs still the same brother you love and grew up with. âthereâs my little princess,â he cheers, tying back the dark tresses of his (much) longer hair before he opens his arms wide to give you a hug.Â
you quickly accept, nuzzling your cheek against suguruâs firm shoulder (also wiping your tears on him). âsugu! when did you get back?âÂ
ânot too long ago. i tried calling, but you didnât pick up.â his voice is laced with suspicion and you swear you hear him sniff the air from above your head â close to catching the traces of weed on you.Â
âi was⊠unpacking!â stepping back, you stumble over to your toiletries that youâd begun to unpack earlier and eagerly (a little too eagerly) spritz some of your expensive perfume into the air. âs-sorry! iâm the thinking of wearing this scent to dinner on sundayâŠany thoughts?â
you swear you hear gojo groan from outside, no doubt listening in on your conversation with his best friend and your older brother â no doubt finding your excuse flimsily and unbelievable. suguru, despite it all, takes the bait or chooses not to bite any further â his eyes no longer narrowed and his face relaxed.Â
âspeaking of things to wear for sunday nightâŠâ he begins, digging deep into his left pocket for a small red velvet box. âi got you a little something, asâŠcongrats for all of your hard work recently.âÂ
suguru reaches forward to take your hand in his, turning it over so that he can place the box in the centre of your palm. you glance up at your older brother hesitantly, but he only gives you a warm reassuring smile â gesturing for you to open it.
you do we told, the box creaking open at his hinges to reveal a real diamond necklace with a beautiful, dazzling sapphire pendant at its centre. just by looking it at it, you know that the sapphire and silver combination will contrast decadently against the deep, sun-kissed tones of your skin.
âo-oh sugu, you shouldnât have!â
âbut i did, think of it as my parting gift to you.â the older geto sibling explains kindly. âyouâre going out into the world to do something special, to help people. you deserve to be spoiled before you get there.â his gentle hands close the box for you, setting it aside on your dresser before suguru links your fingers â staring down at you wistfully. âeverything out there is dangerous. people will try to take advantage of you and your kindness. but like gem stone in hard shell rock, you must preserve that little shine of yoursâŠâ you let him brush at a dry tear mark on your cheek, your fingers slipping down to his wrist to hold them tight. âi will always be here to look out for you, no matter what. but i wonât always be able to be by your side.âÂ
the seriousness of the conversation overwhelms you with a weighty guilt. suguru has always looked after you and done his best to keep you away from any harm. you imagine that satoru would be right in how destroyed your brother would feel after finding out you ran into the arms of the biggest danger of all.Â
his best friend.Â
so you suck it up, mask your guilt and press a kiss to your brotherâs cheek â hoping that heâll forgive you if the truth ever surfaces.Â
âi know, thank you sugu,â comes your simple, appreciative reply. âiâll always have you, and satoru too.â
he laughs and kisses your forehead âthat you will. but donât get too close to him okay? heâs trouble. i wouldnât want him to mess things up for you.âÂ
âi know, suguru.âÂ
the exchange is left at that, with suguru patting your shoulder as he bids you a goodnight. your entire body sags with relief once heâs gone, similar to that of a snake shedding its skin. you canât keep lying to him like this but you donât want to break his heart. maybe satoru was right. maybe you were wrong. either way, you feel conflicted and torn between two.
when you go to close the window, satoru is still waiting for you â safely on the ground below. his blue eyes beg to come back inside, to be with you, but youâve danced with the devil too much tonight. gojo wonât take you seriously. he might ruin things for you, just like your brother said.Â
âcall me when you get home safe, okay?â you murmur to him in order to make sure you donât get caught.Â
you latch your window closed right after, not even bothering to wait for gojoâs reply.Â
either youâll keep sneaking around with him or youâll eventually give him up, but for tonight â you decide that youâll just shut the silver snake out.
âiâve never known you to like the colour blue so much.âÂ
the day before your fancy and celebratory dinner â suguru geto decided that his spoiled little sister isn't quite spoiled enough. growing up, heâd bring you toys from his shitty part time job at the department store on weekends or food from the chefâs at satoruâs place after hanging out with that loser all day.Â
in college, it would be magnets or posters or big, surprisingly well-made hoodies from the campus gift shop because suguru would always tell you that his little one would be going to university too â that youâd do him proud and achieve big things. you were destined for so much more and had every ounce of support in your corner. from your brother, your parentsâŠthereâs always been a pressure on your shoulder to make something of yourself, become someone worthy of their support.Â
by the time suguru had graduated and landed his own job â the little gifts heâd gotten you became pricier and more luxurious. your brother had called them items of encouragement, a taste of what was to come once you made it out into the real world. not that he would actually ever let you spend a dime of your own, big brothers were supposed to be there for sweet little sisters like you to fall back on. he wanted you to know that he would always have you covered, have you spoiled with everything youâd ever wanted â mostly to keep your standards high, ensuring that you never settled for anything less than what your older sibling could provide you with.Â
thatâs how days like today first came about â you called it sibling bonding time.Â
first on the agenda was breakfast at the humble little bakery your parents often treated you both to after a batch of good grades at school. it wasnât too far from the house and you use the walk to catch up, bouncing excitedly by your brotherâs side while he gushed to you about highly classified information from his line of work. there was always something to admire about suguru, how dedicated he was to keeping you safe and making a name for himself outside of the shelter of your home.Â
in some ways, you wanted to be just like him. it could've been that you admired suguru too much or leaned on him even more. interdependency as some would call it.Â
that didnât matter to you though, your relationship with your brother has always been precious to you and thatâs all that matters.Â
the rest of your early morning was spent with a pampering session, manicures, and pedicures and makeup testing â even a trip to the hair stylist who happily braided your bountiful curls into your favourite look.Â
next, was a late afternoon shopping spree. suguru drives you into the fanciest mall he can think of to spend the day. the elitist of the elite. designer stores were plotted at every corner, stocked to the brim with luxury goods that wouldnât even put a dent in your brotherâs salary nowadays. if you wanted it, you got it â without a word or question against you. suguru let you fill your basket with a purse and bag for the evening ahead, and right now, the last thing on your agenda would be the perfect dress to wear to your dinner.
thatâs what had brought you to this very moment, the one where you completely blank on your brother because heâs noticed something different about you.Â
something akin to a nuisance of a crush on gojo satoru.
blinking once, you turn on your heel to face suguru and snap out of your distant thoughts. âi-iâm sorry, what was that?â
the older, raven haired man smiles at you as if youâre being silly â as though there arenât any thoughts up in that pretty little head of yours. âi said, youâve grown awfully fond of the colour blue recently.â he keeps his voice soft and comforting while speaking to you, avoiding any accusatory tones that might set his sensitive younger sister off. âitâs not even your favourite colour.â geto adds, approaching you by the clothes rack in what seems to be your fifth designer fashion store.Â
you may be spoilt but at least you have taste â the number of zeroes on the price tag was never an issue for your brother anyway.
he gestures down at the items folded over your crossed arms â the ones you wanted to take to the back and try on. heat flashes under the surface of your skin when you realise suguru is in fact right. thereâs a plethora of fabric bundled in your arms with only one thing in common.Â
they all share the shade of a baby powder blue.Â
itâs the type of blue that reminds you of the sky on days where the weather is just right â when the sun is able to pierce through the veil of fluffy white clouds and shine down on you. the type of blue that hides behind lilac and orange when the sun rises at dawn. the type of blue that sometimes reminds you of clear winter skies after snowfall and drawing shapes in your condensed breath on the glass.Â
itâs the type of blue akin to satoru gojoâs brilliant eyes â the ones that look as though they hold unseen stars or undiscovered galaxies, the secrets of the universe yet to be known by mankind. oh those eyes, theyâre so dreamy that you could get lost in them for a milenia and never be bored.Â
to anyone who knows about the two of you â it would make sense for blue to have become one of your favourite colours. it is the embodiment of satoru, everything down to loving him is blue, and bleak and beautiful all at once.Â
yet, suguru could never know that. it would ruin everything.Â
âi justâŠi just think itâs pretty!â internally, you feel yourself cringe and the weak excuse â threading your fingers through the dresses in your hold. âdonât you think the colour would like nice on me, sugu? if not, i can put them backââ
your older brother grabs at your wrist before you can even think to commit such an action â stopping you from putting anything back onto the clothes rack. âyouâd look pretty in anything you wore, little one.â he lets out a nervous chuckle, moving to pet your head softly. âi just imagined you in something a little moreââ
âblue. itâs perfect â isnât it? it matches my pendant tooâŠâ spinning around to face your brother, you hold a beautiful cupcake styled tulle dress to suguruâs gaze, and dawn over its gemstone sweetheart necklace that has a twinkle bright enough to rival satoruâs eyes. you wonder how heâll look at you once he sees it on you, contrasting perfectly with your warm complexion. a secret, not so innocent part of you hopes that satoru will just rip it off of you. the other, wishes youâd calm down and behave.
suguru offers you a wavering smile, before relenting. âif thatâs what you want, sweetheart.â he hums, gesturing towards the fitting rooms. âhow about you try it on, see how it looks?âÂ
nodding your head, you shove your discarded choices into his arms and disappear into a booth â excited to see how the article of clothing looks on you. you strip easily, kicking off your jeans while suguru wanders around impatiently outside.Â
âsoâŠis it a boy that youâre wearing this for?â comes his deep voice through the curtains, lifted in tone only by its teasing lilt.Â
when you were younger, you would always gush to suguru about your crushes â whether he cared or not, your excited and love-struck musings always struck his ear. you remember being in his room while he studied or gamed, tucked into his side or braiding his luscious black hair while telling him all about how much you loved this one boy in your class. suguru would tell you to mind your heart and keep her safe, a boy who couldnât buy you diamonds and make you laugh wasnât the right boy for you.
you would hate to hear what he thinks about gojo then. a man who buys you diamonds, makes you laugh, fucks you good and breaks your heart all at once.
hugging your discarded t-shirt to your chest as if to protect the beating organ, you frown. âit isnât! why would i dress pretty for some boy?â
âgood. boys are dangerous,â clothing ruffles over the sound of suguruâs voice as he reminds you of the lesson heâs taught you many times over the years. trust no man, except for your brother. âi wonât always be here to keep an eye on you or keep you out of said danger. so justâŠfocus on making a name for yourself. especially after youâve worked so hard to graduate from uni.â
you scoff and grab the dress â debating whether or not you should step into it or pull it over your head. âiâm not a child anymore, sugu. i donât need you to watch out for me⊠iâm old enough to make my own choices. iâm responsible too.âÂ
he watches your feet peek out from under the curtains as you mess with the dress and attempt to pull it on. getoâs senses jump to high alert listening to you struggle and shuffle to pull it over your head, resisting the urge to jump in and help you. âdonât pull it over your head when youâve just gotten your hair done,â he grumbles in light annoyance. âstep into it, little one.âÂ
âyeah, i got it!â comes your snappy voice in return while you readjust and try again.Â
suguru leans against the nearest wall, crossing his arms over his chest â he slips into silence as you slip into your dress. âi know you do, youâre a smart girl.â you get the feeling heâs not talking about how you try it on anymore, and your stomach turns as you adjust the skirts. âbut that doesnât mean i donât worry. once you lose your focus, everything comes crashing down. thatâs what happened to satoru. i wouldnât want you to end up like him.âÂ
again, your tummy lurches in the worst of ways at the mention of gojo and how much geto hates the idea of the two of you ever getting together. sure, satoru was childish and irresponsible â refuting the orders of the higher ups in his family⊠he could be disappointing at times too, with questionable loyalty. yet sometimes⊠sometimes satoru could be so good and stable, oftentimes reminding you of why you wanted to be with him in the first place.Â
he is special to you, in so many ways that is beyond the web of human comprehension. you love satoru gojo so much that your lungs burn with the need for air whenever heâs not around for you to breathe in.Â
the idea of not having him around often because of your brother is like oxygen deprivation itself.
âsatoru isnât that bad.â you counter, toying with the beading at your neckline while you inspect yourself in the mirror. he would love it on you. âdonât you think youâre being a little harsh on him? he is your best friend after all.â it takes your all not to bust out and tell your brother all about your relationship with said best friend, even if it kills him and ruins the rose tinted glass above his head.
pushing the curtains open you step out just as geto starts to scold you again. âsatoru gojo is lazy and hardly competent, he wouldnât be right for you and you know thatâ oh.â
he stops speaking when you step out to show him the dress, your eye bright and doe-like, almost pleading â while the fabric sticks to all the right curves, making you look stunning. making you appear more mature. âhelp me do the zip fâme, suguru? i canât reach.âÂ
âcome here, iâve got you,â suguru whispers in quiet awe, turning you gently by the shoulders to do the honours of zipping you in at the low back of the dress. âyou look perfect, give me a twirl, hm, little one?â
twirling as told, suguru watches proudly as your skirts flail about the place â itâs sparkle catching on the UV light up above. youâre the perfect angelic picture of his little sisterâŠhe doesnât know how heâll ever let you go.Â
thereâs still a pout on your lips undoubtedly from what heâs said about gojo and as much as suguru finds your defensiveness for him weird â he hates seeing you upset just as much. âhey, how about we go pay for your dressâŠâ he calls your name and you tilt your head up just a touch, giving your brother your attention unwillingly. âand since weâre here at the shopping centre, we might as well get dinner. my treat? iâll get you some of your favourites. perhaps boba and weâll stop by the stuffed animal store on the way outââ suguru trails off to see if youâve taken his snare and got stuck in his trap, he knows you canât resist being spoiled at the end of the day.Â
you nod faster than your pretty little head can catch up. âsounds like a plan, sugu!âÂ
âi knew youâd say yes,â he snickers proudly, petting your head softly for the second time that late afternoon. then, geto carefully nudges you back into the changing room, patiently waiting for you to remove the dress so he can pay for it while you switch clothes. âi think you made a good choice today. with the dress,â he adds, drawing the curtains for you kindly. âwho knows, maybe satoru will even take his head out of his ass to pay you a compliment, admire the colour. heâll like it for sure.âÂ
you flinch behind the curtains when they close, trying to keep your voice even. âi-i canât say iâm hoping for it!â to which suguru laughs heartily, accepting the dress as you chuck it out to him.Â
but what youâre really hoping for, is for him to not connect the dots.Â
to not find out about yourself and gojo until youâre ready for him too.
the first rule of a situationship, is to never answer the phone after the first ring. that's rule number one for satoru gojo.
it gives the girl the impression that youâre interested in something more than just fooling around, that you want more than the benefits of a relationship while sticking to the talking stage.
but gojo has never been one to follow the rules, not even ones he sets for himselfâŠbecause when you call, he answers in a heartbeat â just to hear your sweet little voice relaying his name over your tongue and the way you giggle like a darling when he compliments you.Â
satoru gojo likes you a lot more than he lets on, he misses you even more so. thatâs why he answers on the first ring, practically kicking his feet in his king sized bed â he hasnât heard you say his name since the night you kicked him out, and for good reasons too.Â
hiding his presence from suguru.Â
âhi âtoru.â
âhi gorgeous,â you can practically hear your loverâs smile through the crackling static over the line. âmissed you,â gojo slurs lightly, of course, is high by no means other than sukunaâs supply of the good stuff â inhaling it leisurely through a nicely rolled joint while he listens to you call out for him. your voice is so inviting⊠so angelic⊠and if satoru shuts his pretty eyes and tries hard enough, he can just about imagine the way youâd sigh for him as his fingers slip right inside of your sweet little pussyâ
âi almost told sugu about us today.âÂ
that makes satoru jump upright, choking on a deep inhale of cannabis tainted smoke. his lungs ache from trying to recover and the pain spreads to his toned thighs when heâs realised that heâs dropped the roll up in shock, the lit end burning through the grey sweatpants he wears. âfuck. shit⊠that hurts. idiot.â the silver haired man curses to himself, forgetting youâre still on the line.
âwho me?â you simper a little on the sad side, seemingly shifting in your own bed.
satoru instantly picks up on the pouty twinge to your voice and if he hadnât been burning to death (dramatic much?) he knows that his cock would have twitched to life between his legs at the dulcet sound. âfuck baby, no not you,â he says, words rushing from his mouth as he reassures you. âwhy would you tell him? did he figure us out?â
you hesitate with your next words. âw-well, umâŠnot exactlyâŠâ
âcome on baby, you can say it. sâjust me, satoru,â gojo goads you with a condescending echo to each of his words, not putting too much pressure on your sweet and empty little head. âdonât think too much. just be good and tell me.âÂ
while he waits, the man fumbles his way out of bed and stands â somehow managing to tuck his splif between slightly chapped and pale pink lips. he tugs off his shirt, suddenly feeling too hot under the collar, and stalks his way over to his large, wide windows â looking down onto the bustling city below.Â
itâs kind of funny, how noisy it is down there, creating almost as much of a ruckus as the racing thoughts in satoruâs brain.ïżœïżœ
âi wanted to tell himâŠbecause suguru doesnât think that you deserve me.â you finally say, submissively telling gojo whatâs on your mind. it hurts like a bitch to hear, it stings at every unresolved trauma and open wound that he has â not because itâs a lie, but because gojo doesnât want to accept that reality.Â
a reality where he canât have you, because he could never be someone who meets his best friendâs standards and expectations for you.Â
be someone that you deserve.Â
gojo exhales the smoke through his nose, letting it sting at his nostrils while he decays from the inside out. if this were any other drug heâd have smokers lungs by age twenty-seven. âwell ainât that the truth.â he mumbles, grim.Â
ânow satoru, why would you say that?â you sound like youâre about to cry.
âbecause, itâs not far off is it?â gojo really doesnât mean to snap. after all, he is high, and this topic could have him spiralling into a really bad trip â but itâs not your fault that you love him, that you want him so bad youâd deny all of your brotherâs wishes. thatâs on him â he made you that way, and these are simply the consequences of his own action. âfuck⊠baby. sweetheart, you know you shouldnât even be with me,â he starts, tucking his blunt between two fingers while running the same hand through his moonlight-kissed hair. âiâm way older than you, iâm hardly ever serious about you when i should be like you wantâŠand hell, your brother sure as fuck doesnât want me near you. you deserve better, and thatâs the truth.âÂ
he hates saying all that shit to you, projecting his insecurities and inability to properly love someone onto the girl he lovesâŠbut gojo does it anyway, as if he canât control the acid in his stomach â throwing it up everywhere or otherwise itâll burn him from the inside out.Â
âbut i donât want betterâŠi want you.â comes your quiet sob, so tiny and pathetic. satoru resents himself for making you that way â pale white lashes fluttering shut and locking away his murky ocean blue eyes. he tries to picture you happier, instead of crying over the call like you are right now.Â
âi want⊠i want you too.âÂ
âthenâŠthen letâs tell him! together! heâs my brother⊠and youâre his best best friend. he might understand, if you prove to him that this is what you want. that iâm what you want.â you're perkier when you speak again, and satoru (still high as a kite) wonders if heâd said that just to appease you or if he really meant it.Â
a drunk manâs words are a sober manâs thoughts.Â
except gojo isnât drunk.Â
he will admit, heâs pictured the day where you both come clean to the older geto sibling almost a million times. in his mind, satoruâs seen every reaction and emotion possible play out of his best friendâs face â heâs seen them in real life too. yet, the only prevalent expression on suguru getoâs face when anyone ever spoke of you in a nasty manner.. was red hot rage.Â
suguru would become another man, one who wasnât afraid of murder, whenever it came down to you. countless individuals over the years had tried and failed at winning your favour from suguru â as if you were a princess in a castle. each one of them would regret trying for the rest of their lives.Â
and each time you remained none the wiser to how bad suguru really was and the lengths heâd go to keep you his innocent little sister.Â
gojo didnât want that for himself, to face the wrath of his best friend.Â
but maybe he could try to withstand it, for you.Â
the girl he might actually love, after all.Â
âwe can tryâŠiâll try for you.â he mutters quietly over the line after sometime. satoru sounds neither hopeful or hopeless, but either way it does the trick for you. you laugh for him, airily and bubbly, it makes the man smile around the blunt resting between his rows of perfect teeth. your happiness is enough to be his happiness.Â
he wished he allowed himself to feel that way about you more.Â
âand i for you, âtoru. weâll be together openly someday.â you gush.Â
the two of you chat for a little while longer until you adorably fall asleep on gojo and his blunt finally endsâŠbut by the end of it, he canât help but get this sinking feeling. where anxiety fills the cavity in satoruâs chest and drowns his optimistic heart in worry â slowing down its steady beat.
things wonât be as happy as he wants them to be.Â
and he doesnât quite have the heart or guts to tell you that.Â
satoru gojo has always been afraid of love.Â
itâs not an emotion that comes easy to him â like the second nature of most human beings. thereâs no innate need to love someone for satoru, thereâs no urge to be tender or to hold someone in high regard because of the way he feels about them. love is not something thatâs bound to his DNA or feeling heâs known since his very conception. or perhaps it was the environment in which he was raised, the way that his father was never home and his mother was always crying â her choked sobs only increasing in severity when she cast her gaze upon her only child.Â
that white hair and those blue eyes reminded her way too much of the man who couldnât love her back.Â
perhaps thatâs why heâs afraid to open up his heart, bordering up with layers of concrete and brick to protect it from the harsh reality of the world. the organ beats, it pumps blood around his body and keeps satoru alive â but it doesnât carry an ounce of love. itâs as if heâs incapable. all he feels is resentment, towards his father and towards his mother â towards the people who did nothing but try to show him that he was worthy of warmth and intimacy.Â
he hates them because he doesnât deserve it. satoru is nothing but a cold husk of a human being, a shell long since abandoned by its owner or inhabitant. thereâs nothing to care for behind the walls of human flesh and tissue, no open heart to hold between oneâs fingers with the promise of keeping it safe. satoru gojo doesnât love because heâs afraid and it makes him feel like he canât.Â
the people who love you always leave. to gojo, thatâs a proven fact. his memories tied the emotion are never fond â his mother left him for a better life and better family with another man. his father left him for the company and late nights at work, a glass of brandy in his right hand. all satoru knew growing up was the cold, empty silence of his childhood home that should have been filled with happiness, laughter and warmth.Â
the people who love you are supposed to come back. for gojo, no one ever did. no one cradled him when he cried, no one held his hand through the scariest moments of his life. no one came back for him.Â
how could a man like that ever learn to love someone outside of himself?Â
how could a man like him make anyone happy?Â
satoru thinks that he would be a miserable addition to anyoneâs life, a thick smog that hides the brightness from the world and blocks out any sunshine. no one around him deserves to be happy, itâs why he so selfishly and recklessly tears them apart in front of the media or acts rebellious to tarnish his familyâs infamous reputation. his actions have no consequences, he hurts no one he loves because he loves no one.Â
no one except forâŠÂ
âmaster satoru,â the matured voice of his personal driver interrupts the deep pool of thoughts gojo drowns in. âwe may be slightly late for dinner with the getos. with your permission, perhaps i can make a detour? itâs not the safest route in town but it would get us there fasterââÂ
no one except for you.
satoru sits up straight in the back seat of his expensive, sleek black car as if heâs been hit with the realisation that you exist. that youâre still here and still made to be loved. the man doesnât believe in soulmates, or red strings of fate or happily ever afterâs, yet â in the short two years that heâs been fooling around with you, satoru has somehow managed to fall deeply and irrevocably in love with you.Â
by all means, it doesnât show â hell, you probably donât even know how satoru really feels about you. heâs terrible at being genuine and hides behind a porcelain mask that only shows you the worst parts of him, that the entire world takes pleasure in seeingâŠbut itâs true. he loves you. against all odds, the very feeling has managed to take root in the white haired rich boyâs chest, like the smallest flower blooming in the harshest of tundras. thereâs something satoru didnât know, that love has resistance, and no matter how hard he tries to act like he doesnât â it will always find a way to thrive.
satoru might love you so much it makes him physically sick â one look at you and heâs rendered weak in the knees and short of breath. youâve got a smile full of sunshine that warms satoru even with the bone chilling air outside. your eyes are enticing, deep pools of chocolate and hazel notes that drag him in like a fish on a line. your lashes are always soft against his skin, long enough to rival his even though you comment about how much you adore his every time youâre together.Â
youâve got the man under a fucking spell and heâs not sure he ever wants it to be broken. at first, you were just something sweet to snack on, someone that gojo couldnât have which only made him want you more. youâd be his pet â nothing more. heâd keep you at arms length until he was bored and could toss you away. however, over time, gojoâs want grew to love and even now, youâve no clue how much you affect him, he regrets not showing that to you more.
he still treats you like youâre a child, a naive little thing because heâs terrified of opening up to you, frightened by the mere thought of you running for the high hills once you see what the man who loves you is really like.Â
satoru takes to adjusting his tie as the car switches lanes into a less polluted route â avoiding the evening traffic so that he can get to the destination faster. for some reason, anxiety spikes gojoâs blood stream with nervous hormones clinging to each red cell. the car becomes too enclosed, too compacted and the dark night outside doesnât help him much either â itâs as if heâs lost in the void of space trapped with his own feelings.Â
his tongue darts out to wet the seal of his pink lips and his twitching fingers pull at the stupid necktie his PA had picked out for him tonight. thereâs one thing that heâs forgetting, one thing thatâs worse than loving you â a guilt that sneaks up on gojo when heâs truly alone with his riveting thoughts.
the man lets out a shuddering breath. âfuck. me.â he says quietly, the two words colourful on his tongue.
thereâs suguru too.
and the betrayal heâll feel when he finally realises that satoru gojo is fucking his little sister.
gojo loves getou. though itâs a different kind of love in comparison to what he wants to share with you. itâs brotherly. friendly. and it goes back years beyond the situationship the white haired man has trapped you in. it would absolutely kill your brother if he ever found out, ruining the supposedly unbreakable bond theyâve developed over the time that theyâve known each other.Â
a flash of pain flashes across gojoâs chest as if heâs been slashed with a knife â he grips the car handle tight, his knuckles turning white with how forceful his grip is. you and suguru are all that he has. the only family who ever truly cared for him and treated him like their own. of course his selfish actions and self-centred mindset would find a way to come between you both. he would be sure to kill the delicate sibling bond you have, satoru is an asshole like that.
itâs why he can never tell suguru about the fooling around youâve done over the last two years â he would lose his one and only best friend. in the same breath, he could lose you too. youâre a smart girl, youâll learn to leave him eventually and spread your own wings with pride.
the both of you were better off without him.Â
satoru was nothing but a chaotic storm that left nothing but wreck and destruction in its wake. it was an absolute guarantee that he would tear the two of you apart, create more than surface level crack in the crust of the world you two have created together. heâs just no good, nothing good ever comes of him.Â
but the love he has for you, building in slow stacks between the gaps in his rib cage, is addictive â much like that buzz from weed or the stale taste of a cigarette on his tongue. heâll never have enough of you, and that very fact is what makes satoru gojo the most vile human heâs ever known.Â
heâd rather die than give you up. rather tear you apart from your brother than let you go.
the admission to himself makes the play boyâs stomach turn and twist wrongly, the air in his lungs turning bitter and clogging up his throat. gojoâs hand slams against the door of his car, fumbling to wind down the window and feel the cool bite of cold against his skin.Â
âp-pull over,â satoru whispers, more so to himself in the back of the vehicle than to anyone else. his nails dig into the rough skin on his palms, and the blood rushes through his ears â louder and louder. painfully so.Â
the driver looks to his master in the rear view mirror â concern sketched upon his features. âbut master satoru, weâre just a few minutes awayââÂ
âi said, fucking pull over!â gojo damn near screams in reply, throwing a piercing blue gaze at his poor driver. his head throbs heavily with guilt so by the time the car comes to a screeching halt, satoruâs close to throwing up on the sidewalk. âs-shit.â
the bile tastes like soured guilt in his mouth â but nothing comes. heâs sure he looks like a fool, half hanging out of his mercedes, pale as the silvering moon with the indication that heâs going to be sick.Â
âsatoru,â his driver speaks to him tenderly, like a loving father would to his child. a comfort gojo never had the luxury of. âitâs not too late to go back home, i can have one of the maids ring suguru to let him know you wonât be in attendance. you donât look your best.âÂ
the white haired manâs ragged breaths as he stands hands on knees in the middle of the road accompany the late night ambience â rushing cars and sirens, heels clattering against concrete pavement and groups of people laughing away. the sounds ring loud in his ear, overloading gojo and his guilty conscience until thereâs a warm hand on his shoulder.Â
his driver, reassuring him once again.Â
âitâs okay, satoru. just breathe.âÂ
the statement somehow brings him back to present day, along with a heavy breath of frosty air. his driver rubs his back in smooth circles until satoru is able to stand to his full height â less queasy looking than he was before.Â
âiâd like to go,â he clears his throat, replacing his woozy expression with his signature bright eyed, sparkly-white toothy grin. âi made a promise, to the people i love.âÂ
with a firm nod and gentle smile, satoruâs driver gives his employer one last firm pat on the back before returning to his position behind the wheel â ready to make the rest of the commute to the restaurant.Â
it takes a moment for satoru to slip back into the car â and during that time, he reflects. he may be selfish, he may be an asshole, he may be sick and twisted right down to the core. but at the centre of all that, is his compassionate love for you and he would do anything to prove it.Â
even if it means losing it all, just to be with you in the way youâve always wanted.
satoru gojo is not as brave as he thought.Â
the rest of his car ride to the restaurant is uneventful â aside from the silver haired playboyâs random musings. the pep talk he gives to himself while tugging at the tight loop of his neck tie. everything will be okay.
itâs just dinner with you, and dinner with the getos. an event that heâs attended dozens of times over the years because suguru is his best friend and your parents love him.Â
except this isnât just dinner.Â
this is make or break.Â
should he choose to make things official with you, it would shatter the very foundation of his relationship with suguru. the same if satoru chooses to ignore what youâre asking of him.Â
the nerves unload on satoru as he jogs up the smooth marbled steps at the forefront of the restaurant â hesitating when the concierge on duty holds open the mahogany framed and glass panelled door. he canât bring himself to go inside and face the consequences of his own actions over the last two years.Â
just as he spins on his heels to run away, chelsea boots clicking against with every step â the sky starts to rumble and unleashes its heavenly tears upon the land below. rain.
gojoâs car has long since vacated the fancy premises â leaving him with no true escape home. he could just call a cab, call his driver, but duty and respect for his family away from family, for you, roots him to his spot outside of the restaurant.Â
he spends the next twenty minutes with a rolled up joint between his ever glossy, plush pink lips.
the weed does nothing to mollify gale force winds and torrential downpour set heavy over gojoâs mind. his entire body is tense with apprehension, spreading cold from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. the weather itself causes gojoâs fingers to go stiff as he inhales the addictive fumes, a burnt amber crowning the other end of his blunt.
âsince when did you smoke, satoru?â
satoru coughs and the smoke goes down wrong, he looks up at his intruder with bleary eyes that soften once his gaze lands. âstarted two years ago,â he says to suguru as his smile turns wistful. âcouldnât find a real reason to quit.âÂ
the reality of his words are masked by the sound of heavy rain hitting the ground, the tops of cars and the restaurantâs outer steps. itâs you, that satoru canât seem to quit.Â
if he dares to stop, heâll go mad with withdrawals and a nicotine patch wonât fix him.Â
âyou really should stop getting addicted to the things that are bad for you.â suguru scolds his best friend, sidling up beside him.Â
like you, his sister?Â
satoru doesnât deserve the aura of his warmth as they stand with one another. âyeah? no shit.âÂ
the younger of the pair holds his hand out for the joint, which gojo passes easily. the city bustle fills up the silence between them â occupying every particle of air that buzzes with kinetic energy in that very same space. silences shared between gojo and geto were not uncommon, they were the type of friends who could communicate a million words to one another in a blink of an eye. but tonightâs soundlessness feels tense, thick with an uncomfortable awkwardness that neither of them know the source of.Â
be that as it may, satoru has always been able to mask his true feelings from the world and so he turns to his old friend slyly, giving him a casual punch to the shoulder while they smoke their worries away.Â
âwhatâs got you so wound up, suguru?â satoru asks, playing coy and covering up.Â
beady, blackened and tired eyes settle on his taller frame â trying to read the small print that codes each and every one of satoru gojoâs actions and behaviours. to the untrained eye (or anyone who hadnât been practically raised by his side) gojoâs being his normal and cocky, maybe even obnoxious, self. though, to suguru â a man whoâs been beside gojo through it all⊠thereâs something missing.Â
a puzzle piece that doesnât quite fit.
suguru plays along, moving his chess piece along the board of the game satoru is playing. heâll figure it out eventually.Â
letting out a puff of glacier grey fumes â the older geto sibling shrugs and taps the ashes onto the floor. narrowly missing gojoâs expensive patent boots.
âsheâs grown up so fast,â he admits slowly, with a husky chuckle â probably from the smoke. âiâm scared she wonât need me anymore.â suguruâs voice is usually so full of endearment and pride when he speaks of you but this time, all dazzling and pure emotion seems to be lost on him.Â
the very notion scares satoru.Â
he swipes the splif back to relieve the queasy feeling stirring deep in his gut once again. âshe can take care of herself.â gojo mutters, coolly.
âi know that.â suguru replies, smoothly and icily. âbut if she doesnât need me anymore, she wonât listen to me anymore. thereâll be no one to warn her of the people whoâll take advantage of that. her ability to care for herself. i set a high standard for her, i donât want anyone to claim they can do a better job than me.â
your brother is protective above all things, heâd rather kill a man than let you get hurt. satoru finds the sentiment both admirable and terrifying all at once.Â
âyouâve done enough, man, how about you let her go?â
suguru turns snarky in response, teeth bared like a wild animal protecting its young. âmaybe youâll never understand the fickle connections of loveâŠbut adopted or not she is my little sister.â he asserts, glaring daggers into satoruâs skull as he smokes with a hand covering his mouth nonchalantly. hiding the quiver of his lip that shows how much he cares about this. about possibly screwing your life up. âiâd rip the heavens apart for her if she asked, i love her that much. i often wonder if any person would do the same for her.â
little does suguru knowâŠsatoru would do the absolute same for you and more. he would kill, he would die, he would destroy all for you. until he was bloody and raw. anything it took for you to keep on smiling up at him like that, he would do. and suguru would never know, because heâd end the world if he knew it was satoru that had defiled you.Â
satoru is such a coward.Â
neither of the men most important in your life speak after that, though, they continue sharing the joint until itâs nothing but burt orange ashes and fumes laying across their minds. the concierge does butt in at some point, kindly (and with a tight lipped smile) pointing out that the restaurant is three michelin stars and that smoking isnât preferred.Â
satoru hates rules, so he spits on the steps and chucks the blunt to the floor â stomping it out.
suguru only chuckles at his best friendâs antics, smacking him upside the head as he jogs up to the grand entrance â gojoâs hands in his pockets, his once crisp tuxedo messy with burnt ash and rain water. gojo stops just shy at of the sleek, pearlescent moulded handles and throws his mop of silver hair back over his shoulder.
âare we doing this thing or what, suguru?â
they share a familiar, all knowing smile.Â
âyeah, satoru. letâs do this.âÂ
without even knowing, that everything is about to change.
youâve always been a little nervous, especially without a grounding presence beside you.
for many years⊠your brother, suguru, was that presence. he knew all the best ways to keep you calm â like that little tune he taught you to tap onto your desk during quiet exam hauls, or that method of breathing so your lungs were so full of air and you stopped holding it before public speaking. suguru always knew best.Â
but nowadays, you donât find yourself seeking serenity in him. as if you were at a crossroads, your head always turns in the direction of someone you love with almost every corner of your heart. that someone being satoru. he may use you, he may fuck you and fling you to the side when heâs done but he grounds you. even when he isnât trying to. in the subtle way that he toys with the beads braided into the ends of your hair while you sleep over at his place, or grabs at your waist in public spaces so that you donât get lost or bullied by paparazzi. in the way that gojo makes you breakfast after bruising you and breaking your back beyond belief the night before â just to make it up to you.
satoru cares, even if it doesnât look like it, he does.
and it almost makes you sick to your stomach â the thought of you craving his attention to that level.
your dainty fingers and blush-tone acrylic nails toy with the heavy pendant draped around your neck â the one that suguru gifted you. he had told you it shines under every light at every angle possible and youâre sure with the crystal chandeliers above, itâs blinding.Â
âstop that,â your mother scolds you warmly, in her own charming way of easing your nerves. âyouâll break that big expensive gift from your brother.â you cast a glance upwards from its fixation on the pearl white tablecloths and glinting silver table settings to focus on your parents. as per usual, your father is too engrossed in reading every detail of the menu to notice your discomfort and nerves, while your mother canât seem to look away. reading you to filth, much like suguru does.Â
her efforts do nothing to help calm you down.Â
your hand shifts, taking to twirling the cutlery instead. she sighs, and you shrink in on yourself â trying to take up as little space as possible. ââm sorry,â comes your hushed little bleat.
ânever you mind.â she comments, giving you a once over before digging through her purse for a napkin â no doubt to dab at the corner of your mouth like a mother usually does. âi donât know why youâre so skittish. your exams are over and youâve graduated! tonight is about celebrating you! itâs just your brother, his friend, and us.âÂ
thatâs just it. itâs your brother and his friend. neither of them are aware of what might go down tonight.Â
you wished you hadnât told satoru that you want his commitment â maybe then you wouldnât be scared shitless in a tight dress at an upscale restaurant downtown. maybe then you wouldnât be dreading satoruâs decision or suguruâs reaction to that decision.Â
you only wished you werenât so selfish, to crave love from more than one person in two completely different ways.Â
the love from your brother should be enough, heâs only gone and done so much for you.Â
but it isnât. and that makes you feel sick.Â
you want to be loved in the way that plays out in movies. where the guy chases the girl through an airport just to confess how much he needs her. or stands in the thunderous rain to tell her how sorry he is.Â
you want that from satoru. deep down, you know he wants it too.Â
the only thing that stands in your way is the affection that radiates so strongly off of your brother â like an umbrella protecting you from heavenâs downpours.Â
itâs been almost twenty minutes since your brother left his seat at your side to retrieve satoru fromâŠwell, wherever he is â like a stray cat picked up by a caring and kind-hearted stranger. you donât know howâll act when you see them together, side by side but you do know that ever second ticks by has you angstier and angstier.Â
the waiter has come by at least four times, asking if youâre ready to order, ready for drinks, ready to be served. âno,â you mumble politely on his fifth return â anxious to the point where your grip on your sterling silver fork has your knuckles turning white. âweâre waiting for two others, weâre waiting forââ
âthere you two are! we were starting to think the wind had swept you up!â your mother coos as she always does whenever she sets her sights on her favourite two boys. she stands, immediately moving to wrap her arms around suguruâs taller, broad frame as if she hasnât seen him in a millennia. âsuguru! you had your poor family worried sick.âÂ
your father doesnât look up from the menu and youâre sure that you look a frazzled mess â but all your brother does is offer up his signature, delightful closed-eye smile, squeezing your mother back in reply. âsorry, ma. i got caught up with looking for this one.â he says warmly, jabbing a thumb into satoruâs side.Â
satoru hasnât looked away from you since heâd arrived at the table. his gaze even follows you as you stand.
he canât help it, youâre beautiful.Â
the dress that you wear hugs every dip and curve of your body, the satin material of your corset and tulle of your skirt in a shade of baby blue to rival his eyes contrasting perfectly against your deep skin. youâve done your hair in the way that he likes, curled the ends of your braids with loose ones framing the roundness of your youthful face. if you were the last thing satoru gojo ever saw, surrounded by angelic light, he would be happy. he would be content.Â
for you, satoru looks like a god amongst mankind. even though his clothes are askew and lightly washed with rain, heâs still perfect to you. pearlescent droplets coat is luxurious white lashes as they flutter against his pale ivory cheeks. his air, all the same, is pushed back from his forehead â exposing those dreamy eyes to you. they hold so much love, interwoven between each greyish-navy fleck dotted against his pupils. love that is all saved up for you.
a bright and angelic grin breaks out across your hot chocolate fenty glossed lips â almost blinding to the regular man but the most beautiful thing to satoru. the waiter prompts you, asking if youâre ready to order once more, to which you respond without looking âyes, thank you.â in a breathy, wispy tone.
jumping between both yours and gojoâs line of sight, your mother pops the bubble that youâre both in. âsatoru gojo! is that you?â she squeals with a fond tone. âwhy do you look so skinny? have you been eating properly?â
your lover squirms like a child being picked apart as your mother reaches up to pinch his cheeks.Â
âleave the boy alone, dear, iâm sure heâs been eating just fine.â comes your dadâs uninterested quip. âsatoru my boy, how have you been?âÂ
you sink back into your seat patiently while satoru greets your parents â the charm rolling off of him in radiating heat waves. âiâve been eating ma, though i think youâd have a fit if you saw what i was eating,â he kisses your motherâs cheek softly while she laughs so hard you think she might pop, and sets a firm hand on your fatherâs shoulder. âiâm good old man, thanks for askinâ! hope youâre cutting back on the liquor.âÂ
âoh son, you know i donât do any of that anymore!â
satoru scoffs kittenishly, gesturing between your dad and himself. âyeah, and iâve stopped being the family disappointment!â
your parents love satoru. you can tell by the way they helplessly fall for his bravado and charisma. heâs magnetising â itâs hard not to fall for satoru in all of the ways possible to mankind. if he wasnât so afraid of taking you seriously, you canât help but think that heâd fit right into your family unit of four. it would be perfect, he would be perfectâŠas your boyfriend. your man. always by your side without hiding in and calling for you from the shadows.Â
if only you werenât such a coward.Â
if only he werenât so afraid.
if onlyâŠ
suguru clears his throat in faux annoyance, pushing his best friend down by his wide-spanning into an unoccupied seat at the round table so that heâll stop making a scene â despite how cheery it is. âbehave yourself satoru! at least until i order the drinks.â your brother laughs, ruffling the moonlight locs on gojoâs head. he turns to you, face so bright and full of love. âany preferences, little sister?â
âmoscato!â you nod without hesitation. you like things on the sweeter side.
âi knew youâd say that,â suguru affirms, taking his leave from the table. âiâll see if the staff have anything special for you in the back.â
if only suguru wasnât your older brother.Â
maybe then you wouldnât feel such nauseating levels of guilt as gojo swaps chairs to be one closer to you. maybe then you wouldnât have to keep your face plain and your body rigid as familiar, pale and slender fingers danced up the inner thigh of your dress â beneath the cupcake skirt, to settle comfortingly and dangerously on itâs apex. maybe then you wouldnât have to try so hard to control yourself around satoru and especially in front of your parents â who have taken to digging through the fancy menu together while the buzz of the table dies down in suguruâs absence.
youâre so nervous that you fear someone might hear the loud thump of your heart against its cage and the blood rushing through your ears â you donât even want to look at satoru because you know that with how close he is, youâll fall apart the minute that you do.
but then he squeezes your thigh, in a tender and affectionate gesture â tracing a heart over the blistering hot patch of your beautiful brown skin just to calm you down. because satoru gojo knows you like no other man. better than anyone, better than your brother even.
âyou lookâŠâ he starts, his usually husky voice barely above a whisper. the words coagulate in his throat â held back by tethers of spinelessness and debilitating fear. âyouâre stunning, sweetheart.â gojo compliments you quietly, the sweet string of words nipping at your ears softly â his long, lavish lashes tickling at the crown of your head from how close heâs gotten by leaning down.
if you turn your head now, you might even kiss him and every fibre of your being prickles with anticipation â desperate to do so. âyouâre not so bad yourself, satoru.âÂ
his laugh fills your lower tummy with warmth. your heart rate picks up too.
âi mean it,â gojo reiterates. heâs desperate for you to look at him, for you to touch him. instead you bury your nose in an Ă la cart menu that youâre not even truly reading because the circumstances donât allow for kissing, and holding and touching. not until satoru grows a pair and tells suguru the truth about your relationship and his feelings for you. âiâve never seen anyone more beautiful.â
you can feel the heat from his breath coast across the surface of your cheek like a condensed mist over the warmed layer of seawater. it caresses you softly, sending shivers down your spine. âyou look rather handsome too, satoru.â you joke, poking the hungry bear in its den by tilting your head ever so slightly in his direction.Â
he smiles like he always does right before he kisses you, slow and sexy, but the sweet moment is interrupted by the sound of heavy glass borderline slammed on the table â right into the crevice between yourself and gojo.Â
you dart apart, hearts racing and mind frazzled, only to find that suguru has returned with the wine he requested specifically for you. his face is hard set when you look up at him, his obsidian eyes darkened with suspicion and fear strikes you in the chest â he knows something, he suspects even more.
âsugu what are youâ!â
your older brother lifts his chin with narrowed, cat like eyes. âi want to make a toast.â he announces, slicing through your words with a butcher's knife so sharp it makes both you and gojo squirm uncontrollably. like children being scolded for breaking the rules.
both of your parents put down their menus, excited, happy to be with the children they raised (including gojo) â they mistake your brotherâs interruption for enthusiasm to celebrate your achievements.Â
âsuguru, weâve hardly ordered anything!âÂ
âitâs never too late to start the festivities, ma.â he responds with a sly tone and slips into gojoâs previously empty seat to open the bottle of pink moscato. the cork popping makes you jump skittishly, and gojoâs hand slips away from your thigh underneath the table.Â
the loss of his touch reminds you that as long as your brother is around, youâll never be anything more than a little secret to satoru.
liquid gold in the shade of dusted rose pink is passed around the table in crystal glasses â raised in honour of you. suguru says your name, the bulk of his voice full of pride.
âa toast to you, my little sister.âÂ
you smile, tight lipped but warm â the guilt rushing back you.Â
but then gojoâs hand returns to the apex of your thigh, smoothing over the skin under your dress to calm you down once more.
âand everything that you have achieved. congrats on graduating, squirt.â satoru finishes suguruâs toast lovingly, approved by your parents who break out into a round of applause before flagging down a waiter to get the real celebrations underway. they tell you to order whatever you would like, but you take to downing the crisp, sweet flavours of your wine first.
you chug the beverage like itâs cheaply made beer from the college parties youâd been to â the ones satoru stopped you from going to, the ones that you avoided out of loyalty to him where you sought out the commitment he wasnât ready to give you, a light buzz simmers over your brain, dulling down your high-alert senses and you hope that the alcohol makes you feel anything but present in the moment so that you miss the tense look that gojo and geto share beside you.Â
suguru is politely seething and satoru is playing pretend â acting as if thereâs nothing wrong or nothing between you. your lover swirls his wine around in his glass, the pink tinted elixir sloshing over its edges before he takes a casual slip, ignoring your brotherâs obvious dissatisfaction with satoruâs little addition to his toast.
âsatoru.â
you gulp and fixate your gaze on other happenings deeper into the restaurant. your parents make their order. satoru squeezes your thigh once more.
âsuguru.âÂ
could this be it? the moment that gojo tells the truth and the moment that your eldest sibling accepts what you have with his best friend? you twitch in your seat as the confrontation brews and the thunder of their clashing personalities and morals begin to strike. all suguru has to do is ask if he suspects something, and all satoru has to do is confirm the truth. say that he loves you, that youâre his girlfriend while your brother accepts it and is happy for you.Â
you wish. that would be an ideal world.Â
âyouâre in my seat, satoru,â is what geto settles on, the crescendo of their confrontation falling flat â missing a key note. âyouâre sitting next to my sister. i was supposed to sit there.â
âreally?â all satoru does is grin, and if you looked close enough, you could see the mischief dancing between the navy flecks in his stunning eyes.Â
the waiter comes to take yours, your brotherâs and your loverâs orders (after tending to your parents for most of the interaction) â not giving suguru any time to protest his best friendâs faux confusion.
gojo takes to swirling his moscato once more â daring to look your brother in his eye over the rim of his crystal glass.Â
âi hadnât even noticed.âÂ
the rest of the actual dinner seems to go smoothly after that.
your boys tone down their bickering in favour for scaring down tiny Michelin star starters â micro herbs and all. theyâre still so childish, even as they sit either side of you, picking from one anotherâs plates in the same way that they did back when you were kids. you find yourself relaxing as the night progresses too â maybe this isnât so bad and things could work out between the three of you. suguru and satoru have been joined at the hip for as long as you can remember, a girl (one that they both knew), let alone suguruâs sister wouldnât come between the bond that they had.Â
by the time the main dishes are served, you have enough alcohol in your system to feel nothing but a pleasant buzz in place of the nerves that once contaminated your bloodstream. you had nothing to be worried about, everyone was getting along, laughing and smiling while your parents indulged the three of you in drunken repeats of famed moments from your childhood.Â
you do your best to listen in, though the story about how suguru and satoru pulled out one of your wobbly teeth in third grade is one that youâve heard too many times to count. itâs sweet though, that your parents are able to reminisce like this while youâre all togetherâŠespecially since suguru works long hours so far from home and youâll be off to a new city by the time the month ends.Â
even just having satoru there makes the night feel complete. thereâs so much love to go around.Â
there would be even more love if suguru knew about how you and satoru truly felt for one another.Â
youâre only sucked back into the bustling conversation when geto pinches your side â jutting his head in the direction of your mother so that you can give your attention to her next story. âoh honey!â she coos and you cringe, chugging back your latest glass of wine in order to prepare yourself for whatever embarrassment is about to come next. âdo you remember when your poor brother threw his white laundry in with those cute red undies you brought â suguru was wearing pink for months!âÂ
the whole table bursts into obnoxious laughter, and you sink down into your seat.Â
âmom! oh my god!âÂ
âi remember that,â your brother comments casually, gaze slinking over to his best friend in amusement. âsatoru wouldnât let me hear the end of it, told me i looked like a barbie doll. what were you even doing with underwear like that anyways.âÂ
âsugu, not you too!â
ânow i remember the pink shirts but⊠the underwear? i would have loved to see the culprit.â safely says with a voice as sultry as it is silky smooth â sending a jolt of electricity down your spine until it fizzles out at your tailbone. he gets scolded by your parents (more so by mom) and earns himself a harmless glare from geto whoâs been loosened up by alcohol but from you â youâre furiously humiliated.Â
under the table, you lift a foot to stamp down hard on his own with your heel, but gojo is quick to react â instead dragging his foot up the length of your calf, inciting you to join him in an enticing game of footsie.
you slam your hands down on the table in surprise causing everyone to look your way before you sheepishly wave them off. âstop it, gojo.â you snarl through the cage of your gritted teeth.Â
he clicks his tongue, delighted by how flustered you are. âiâm not doing anything, pretty girl,â he purrs shallowly into your ear. âcâmon now, pay attention to the story.âÂ
âit was a frilly little thing, far too inappropriate for someone her age.â your dad chimes in and gojo nods â lifting his foot higher and higher until youâre shuddering all over. you donât even think to stop him.Â
âmom, dad. please stop before i end it all.â you struggle to place your words in the correct order, distracted by gojoâs touch. you place your hands under your thighs, keen on controlling your squirming as they squish together ever so slightly. you just know that satoru is enjoying this and if you looked at him youâd see satisfaction evident all over his stupidly handsome face. he likes knowing how much of an effect he has on you, that itâs easy to make you writhe all for him.Â
âsorry sweetheart, but they really were cute! i know you were just trying out new things. starting to act mature for your age.âÂ
satoru chimes in again, leaning in a little closer so that his breath just tickles the shell of your ear. âbet they looked even cuter on her.âÂ
squeaking in embarrassment, you kick your chair back until it screeches loudly across the floor in a weak attempt to put some distance between yourself and the man whoâs practically torturing you. of course, your escape plan doesnât work, because satoru keeps a strong grip on the bottom of your seat â dragging it forward, back under the table, and closer to him, that same hand now resting on the wooden frame beneath your locked knees.Â
coughing to cut up the tension growing between the two of you, suguru cuts in. ânot as cute as her diaper phase!â from there, everyone is distracted by gushing over even more embarrassing childhood memories of you as a baby. obviously, leading to some tears from your parentsâ end â youâve grown so much, come so far. itâs only natural that theyâd be emotional on a night like this, one meant to celebrate your achievements.
what isnât natural, is the fact that youâre three seconds away from jumping satoru gojoâs bones right in front of them.Â
god, he drives you fucking insane. just from messing with you under expensive linen tablecloths too â his thumbs brush over your knees, your feet tangled together and if he leans over you anymore you might just turn your head and kiss him.Â
you fight that urge to do so by grasping at the cool silver pendant around your neck â tapping your acrylic jelly nails against the fat sapphire gem at its centre. the jewellery feels like ice against the temperate surface of your skin, a dirty need starting to bubble and brew beneath it hotly. one that can only be satisfied by satoru gojo.Â
the heat spreads to the back of your neck and under the collar of your dress, even warming the chain that hangs loosely around it. it could just be the alcohol, but you know itâs something more. itâs an itch you canât scratch on your own and a fire you canât put out without help. suddenly the metal of your pendent is warm to the touch and slippery between your fingers whilst you continue to play with it in newfound sweaty hands.Â
a subtle gasp slips past your chocolate glossed lips when the chain snaps somewhere and the rest of the metal slides between your buttery fingers, your pendant gathers at your bosom before dropping to the floor with a clatter. feeling around your neck for your precious gift, you let out a louder whine upon realising where itâs gone. suguru spares you a moment of his attention, concern drawn against the gentle slopes of his features.Â
âyou okay, little one?âÂ
ây-yeah,â you exhale slowly, trying to calm the anxiety that fires across your neurons. âi think i um⊠i dropped my necklace under the table.âÂ
an award winning beam slots itself perfectly on your brotherâs lips as he chuckles under his breath. âyouâre so clumsy, need my help?â
âjust keep mom and dad distracted for me? itâs just under the table, iâll be back for their next story before anyone notices.â you attempt to joke in order to appease him, you donât need suguru to get a closer look at how wildly turned on you are nor the fact that gojo is sitting comfortably with his hand between your knees â inches away from where you need him most, where heâs been so many times behind your brotherâs back.Â
not to mention the fact that youâre still fucking playing footsie.
suguru shrugs and drops the subject, tuning back into your fatherâs rendition of your first skatepark experience. the one where youâd tried to copy satoru and suguru and attempted a trick on your chunky bratz scooter and went flying off the ramp. ouch.
you dip beneath the table cloth like youâre diving back under the surface of water, fishing around for your lost and precious pirateâs treasure. you canât tell if satoruâs moved his hand, you donât feel it slyly ghosting over the insides of your thighs while you lean forward and search for your necklace⊠not that it should matter, itâd be far from appropriate to have his long, slender fingers brushing up against your panties from under your skirts. it wouldnât be right for that to escalate, for said fingers to push past your entrance and brush up against the spot satoru knows is guaranteed to make you scream. it would be immoral for you to even think about him sliding his cock into your wet, needy cunt too. somewhere secret, somewhereâ
oh!
you giggle with triumph when your fingertips graze the cold metal decor of your necklace⊠however, when you move to grab it, you touch something else. something warmer. you touch him.Â
with baited breath, you let your bambi eyes carefully trail up to gojoâs face â drinking in the hazy look that he gives you, the swirl of desire taking a flame in his brilliant, cerulean eyes. just by being under his gaze you feel as though youâre drowning and burning alive all at once. satoru is the one who moves first, taking your smaller hand in his large one before he turns it over â palm facing the sky and places your sapphire pendant inside of it.Â
then, one by one, he closes your fingers around your brotherâs gift and then brings your closed fist up to his plush lips, pressing a wet kiss to your knuckles as you gasp. âquiet, baby. wouldnât want anyone to know what youâre up to down hereâŠâÂ
his words die off, licking his lips slowly, stare predatory while it trails all over your body. âbut âtoru,â you mewl enticingly, keeping your tones hushed under the table. the sweet, dulcet sound makes his eyes flutter shut and body quiver with a wave of hunger, his sexual appetite for you growing by a tenth fold . âi need you.â you never make this easy for him. if someone were to take a peek beneath the table cloth, they would see the tension brewing between you both and put two and two together.Â
youâd be discovered before having the chance to tell everyone yourself.Â
time is ticking, your guests might start to grow suspicious if you donât make a move and goad satoru into solving the ache between your thighs. so you jump the gun, grabbing his collar and tug him forward for a sly, sloppy yet quick kiss. âi wonât say it again after this, âtoru,â comes your cheeky pant. âi need you.â
satoru chokes.
with that, you withdraw from your scared little bubble below the table and stand straight up â a dazzling and guiltless gin on display for your entire family to see. âiâm going to the bathroom,â you explain sweetly. âneed to fix my pendant ân powder my nose. iâll be back.âÂ
your family stops chattering briefly to acknowledge your wish, but as you leave â suguru stands too and grabs your wrist. âneed me to help? i know the clasp can be finicky. i should have gotten you something easier to useââ
god bless suguru, your loveable brother, ever the cockblock.Â
âthatâs alright man, iâve got her covered,â satoru suddenly appears behind you, the sweltering heat of his heaving chest singeing through the fabric of your dress. he places a hand on the small of your back, grinning with a charming spark to his eyes â deliberately masking âyou should keep an eye on your parents, you know how they get when theyâve had too much to drink.âÂ
now, itâs not that geto doesnât trust his best friend⊠after all, gojo has been a constant presence in your life ever since the three of you were kids. itâs just that sometimes, a feeling of unease stirs within suguru at the mere thought of you being alone together â itâs like one of those gut feelings you get before something goes terribly wrong.Â
yet, as usual, satoru is right. if no one keeps an eye on getoâs parents, who knows what trouble theyâll get into on their own.Â
âalright, fine. just donât take too long, thereâs only so many stories they can tell before dessert.â suguru reminds you plainly, as if not to assume the worst. he gives you both an approving nod, before letting you go. âand satoru, wait outside for her?âÂ
the white haired man snickers, a languid and jeering smirk slowly tugging on the corners of his mouth. âyou got it, suguru!âÂ
he even adds a salute for effect, allowing you to lead him away from the table and towards your gateway of sin.
the uneasy feeling in suguruâs stomach intensifies as he watches you both walk further and further away.Â
they say that a mirror is the window to your soul, reflecting how you truly feel on the inside.Â
the girl staring back at you in the squeaky clean glass looks nothing like the little girl suguru helped to raise. her soul is impure, blackened by sin and the dark desire for human contact â the salacious dance and ritual between scorching hot bodies and saliva tainted tongues. she laughs at you over rushing tap water from the bathroom sink and calls to you like a sirenâs song, inviting you to give into her â let her take the lead on the temptations plaguing your mind.Â
why did you even suggest this?Â
youâd been bold, hinted to satoru that you wanted him to devour you, ruin you in the bathroom of the restaurant your loving, kind older brother had picked especially to celebrate you. you knew better than this, you wanted better than this. you no longer wanted to be just a quick fuck to satoru gojo.Â
you wanted to be his girlfriend.Â
thatâs what youâd asked him to do tonight. to make you his in front of everyone who loved you. but here you were, slutting yourself out for him like you always do.Â
over the water pouring down the drain, you pick up on the sound of knocking at the bathroom door â prompting you to twist the tap and cut off the flow of water. unlike the flow of lustful hormones that shoot through your bloodstream and straight to your clit.
a new kind of excitement blossoms in your chest once you turn around to unlock the door â suguru would hate to see you so thrilled at the concept of doing something so wrong. you return to your position in front of the bathroom sink before your lover enters, toying with the silver chain on your pendant again â ignoring the burning feeling you get as it weighs down your palm.
the burn of underlying guilt.
âi can help with that.â
satoru purrs seductively as he enters the bathroom, gesturing to your pendant. you donât turn to look at him but keep your eyes trained in his movements in the mirror. even when he isnât touching you, you feel like you canât breathe. his presence overshadows your own, shrinking you down into a tiny toy that sings oh so pretty for him whenever he wants.
you hear the lock click shut behind you. anticipation hums through the air like an electric current.
âthe clasp is a little tricky,â comes your dreamy sigh, high pitched and needy â earning you a choked groan from your lover. âi canât do it on my own, not without help.â
the next time gojo speaks, heâs right behind you â chest pressed to your back, arms either side of your hips and large hands on the bathroom counter, his head practically nestled into the junction between your shoulder and your neck. wisps of snowfall like hair tickle at your bare skin while warm breath causes goosebumps to rise across its surface.Â
âthen let me fix it for you,â satoru suggests enticingly â keeping up this little act, pretending to be raunchy strangers, while your fingers brush against one another and he takes the jewellery from you. you straighten your back, hold your breath and nod cautiously as he brings it up to your neck from behind. your eyes catch each otherâs in the mirror, his darkened with devoir all while he offers you a enthralling, toothy smirk. ârelax, pretty girl. i donât biteâŠâ
except he does. if satoru is a hunter, a lion, then you are nothing but a sacrificial lamb that serves to be his prey. if he really wanted you, he could take your dainty neck between his vicious jaws and snap it â you wouldnât even mindâŠbecause youâd let satoru do anything to you so long as it meant having all his focus be on you.Â
âlift your chin for me.â he commands you huskily, nipping at the shell of your ear. âgood girl.â satoru continues to drawl, extending the âoâ sound in his words when you follow his instructions obediently â tilting your head back so that he can adjust your necklace to sit perfectly in place. âsuch a good girl fâme.âÂ
when his fingers fix the clasp and touch teasingly at the nape of your neck â you find yourself instinctively pushing back against gojoâs lap, the curve of your fleshy ass sweeping over the slight tent beginning to form in his expensive designer slacks. slacks that you know youâre going to destroy before the night meets its end.Â
ât-there we go,â gojo doesnât dare step back after finishing up with your necklace, enjoying the sight of you slightly bent over the counter as you grind your hips back on him painfully slow â testing the waters. âfuck lilâ ladyâŠwhatâs this all about, hm? tryna thank me for doinâ such a good job, helpinâ you out?â his hands slip over your own as they rest by the sink, lacing your fingers together while satoru puts some weight on you â looming over you as he starts to rut forward and meet you in the middle of this raunchy bump and grind. âs-shitâŠkeepâŠkeep throwinâ it back on me like that.â
âwe donâtâŠwe donât have long, satoru. hah, fuck!â you sigh breathlessly, rocking back and forth on your man eagerly and clenching around nothing when his erection catches on your budding clit. satoruâs lips ascend on your neck with careful thought, using their plumpness to shift the strap of your dress to the side and reveal more of you to his greedy, deep blue eyes. theyâre wet on your skin, perhaps heâs been licking them in anticipation, hot at the very tip of your cervical spine â but he canât leave marks, not unless he wants your brother to see.
satoru trembles behind you, lazily dragging his tongue to the sweet spot just behind your ear â leaving a shimmering trail of possession across your skin. âi know baby, i know,â he says almost instantly, delayed by tasting you on his tongue. suddenly, you feel a wetness against your cunt that isnât your own â youâre already so wet that the seat of your panties are practically glued to your fonts, but this⊠this is satoru. his dick dribbles pathetically with precum, gearing up to fuck. to breed. satoru grows angstier by the second, one hand letting go of yours to manhandle you back onto his stiff hard on, his breath much heavier against you than before. âbut it feels so good doesnât it? just wanna keepâŠmy cockâŠnestled against you like this.âÂ
pride flutters through all four chambers of your heart simply because you know that youâre the only one who can get satoru gojo to act like such a slut. heâs so desperate for your pussy it doesnât even matter how he takes it, just as long as itâs his.Â
only you get to reduce gojo to a needy mess, soft pink fanning across his nose and cheeks as he humps you from behind like a wet, mangy dog in rut. he circles his hips, pushing them forward so that his throbbing length meets your sticky, fat panty clad folds in a constant motion â his needy moans like music to your ears.Â
âi wanna fuck you,â you huff impatiently, using your strength to push gojo away from you just long enough to turn around. he follows your lead, hiking you up to sit on the bathroom counter before you wrap your legs around his tiny waist and squeeze him close. âgonna fuck me, âtoru? or do i have to â fuckâŠdo it myself.â
now that youâre facing each other, you can see just how wrecked the man is. his eyelids grow heavy, long and lavish white lashes weighed down by mirth. gojo pants, his tongue doused with spit lolled over his bottom lip with a hankering urge to kiss you. âjeez,â he simpers in awe, impressed with how controlling youâre being this time around â squeezing your hips to control the flow of you grinding back and forth on him. âat least kiss a guy first.âÂ
grinning, your fingers surge upwards from the counter and into the depths of white rooted hair. you tug gojo down to meet you halfway and before he can even register it â your lips are roughly slotted together, bruisingly close and your tongue laps tracks into the hot cavern of his mouth. the kiss quickly turns sloppy, needy, spit is easily exchanged between synchronised moving lips while your noses become neighbours and your lungs burn from how desperately they need oxygen.
you donât want it, you think. you donât need it, you say to yourself â hardly pulling away from gojo as you both suck in a much needed breath. youâre back on one another in a heartbeat, drowning in one another while his practised hands traverse up the curves and dips of your body. they settle at your throat, a thumb gently pushing against its centre just to test you. a dark chuckle reverberates in satoruâs chest when you whine, back arching up to meet him and your eyes growing misty.
âhowâs that for a kiss?â you whine against his wet mouth, yanking at gojoâs roots again. the action earns you a grunt in response â blissful, low and predatory. his hips jump up too, tucking his swelling cock into the snug pocket of your puffy folds.
âthink i want another,â he muses out loud, the chocolaty octaves of satoruâs voice making you shudder â liquid gold beginning to gather between your ravaged pussy lips. using his grip on your throat, the silver haired man pulls you closer â his perfect white teeth sinking into the delicious swell of your bottom lip before he tugs it away from you salaciously. itâs barely enough to quell the spark of hunger spreading throughout all four limbs of his body, hardly calming down the blood that rushes to his achingly hard dick as he rubs it against your increasingly soaked mound.
when your lips find each other again, theyâre swollen, cherry red and raw â smacking against one another loudly over the sound of rustling clothes while you buck into one another. everything is so hot and heavy, youâre so wet and so sticky for satoru and your little rendezvous has barely begun. the way he sucks on your tongue, letâs you push it down his throat while his clothed seedy tip nudges your clit over and over again has you bouncing off the walls in your mind. you canât think without thinking of all the ways to fuck satoru gojo.Â
heâs on your mind all the time and youâre not sure if you want that to change.Â
âcanâŠoh manâcan feel how wet you are through your fuckinâ clothesâŠâ satoru hums in astonishment, releasing you from the prison of his lip lock with pretty pink swollen lips, allowing his head to drop to your shoulder in favour for sucking on it to pacify himself. he keeps his tip on your pleasure bud, revelling in the way you keenly pulse at the sensation. âoh fuckâŠso sticky.â Â
your pussy flutters at his observation, even more so with how cute satoru sounds when heâs so needy for you. âsatoruâŠâ you mewl, stroking back tufts of his sweaty pale hair â though it hardly distracts him from feverishly fucking you over layers of fabric. âwanna suck you off, gojo. can i? wanna have you in my mouth.âÂ
satoru pauses, his breathing uneven and pulls away from his safe spot in your neck. âfuckâŠreally? now?âÂ
you nod, tiny hands forcing their way between your heated bodies to toy with his belt, unbuckling it with practised ease. âright now.âÂ
âokayâŠfuck, okay.â satoru steps back and uses a grip on your hips to help you down onto your feet, watching with pride as you slowly descend to your knees in front of him. âoh baby. youâre so dirty. such a dirty little girl, mmm?â he grins, a little twisted. âshow me how pretty you look on your knees for me.âÂ
you sit back on your haunches as satoru adjusts himself to lean back on the counter â looking up at him with sweet shiny eyes which occasionally shoot down to his throbbing hard cock as he manspreads in place. the sight makes your mouth water andÂ
âyouâre staring, baby. go ahead and open your present.â he tilts his head with an air of condescension about him â teasing and taunting you through a faux pout, making you simper out for satoru. âcome on now, what happened to my brave little girl? you wanted to suck me off so bad, whereâs all that big talk now, huh?â satoru continues to leer down at you, his eyes darkening malignantly â the sapphire shine within them dimming with a raging storm cloud as if to block out the sun. âopen that cute little mouth, lemme see it. donât disappoint.â he cups your cheek, entire body bristling with joy and underlying pleasure when you keen into satoruâs touch like a good girl.
obediently, your lips part and mouth falls open â revealing ropes of saliva that tie your tongue to the roof of your mouth. it does something to satoru, itâs like a power trip to have you on your knees for him. youâve got love in your eyes taking the form of heart-shaped pupils, as you admire him like heâs your god. and you want that godâs cock stuffed into your waiting, drooling mouth.Â
you shouldnât adore satoru, treat him as if heâs your lifeline. heâs the whole reason your family might fall apart, he keeps you hidden as if youâre a treasure only he is worthy of seeing. he doesnât show you off, he chooses to use you for his own gain, he chooses you when thereâs no one else left to turn to. your relationship with satoru has never been stable, but even now when heâs hanging above you â rosy cheeked and starry eyed about to fuck you in some bathroom, you still want him. you still love him.Â
âdonât get lost in that pretty little head of yours baby,â gojo leans forward and brushes his thumb under the well of your wet lips and over your Cupidâs bow â smudging what's left of your gloss. ââm gonna need you to think for a little while. only âbout me ân my cock. yeah?â his free hand that once had been abandoned on the countertop takes yours â guiding it over the bulge in his crisp dress pants, hissing when you start to rub at it on your own, your mouth still wide open for him. âyouâre so pretty. feel that? you make me so hard that it hurts.â
you find yourself dazed and enchanted â panting, chest heaving as your hunger for him grows. âfeel it, want you, âtoru.â satoru thinks youâre so cute, cupcake dress poofing up against the cold floor as your tiny hand paws at him back and forth, back and forth and the little smile you give him when he pulsates beneath your talented little fingertips would be nearly enough to make him explode.Â
âof course you do, baby. you want your reward.â gojo relents, giving in to you. he swoops down to give you one last kiss, barely ghosting his lips over your swollen ones to keep you on the edge â craving just a little bit more. he dangles the static pleasure of a kiss that you get over your brain in front of you like a carrot in front of a horse. he knows that if he keeps you that way, youâll stay desperately in love with him, malleable into the perfect girl for him.Â
itâs selfish and both of you know that.
you rub harder and harder at the outline of satoruâs shaft and scoot closer to rest your chubby cheek on his firm thigh. he sees the way your own squeeze together from under your dress, probably in an attempt to keep your arousal at bay while your hole slicks itself up â but he can smell you, sweet and potent like a flower in bloom. if he were to pull you up to his height and take you now, satoru is sure your panties would be soiled, ass cheeks and pussy lips coated in a layer of your opaque, honey-like arousal while it oozes directly from you.
thatâs just how you are, a candied little mess for satoru gojo. itâs almost a fact and the very notion should be humiliating for you, should be shameful to you. if your brother were to ever find out how weak your resolve is when it comes to satoru, how you fall to your knees so easily for him â then you might never be able to look him in the eye again.Â
but isnât that what you want?Â
to have suguru know just how badly youâd fallen for his best friend?Â
how you might fail to live without him?Â
all night all youâve been thinking about is satoru telling your brother the truth â but here you are, locked in a bathroom ready to worship this man while you hide from your entire family. from reality.Â
because youâre happiest in this bubble with gojo and youâre sure he is too â he can have you in all the ways heâs ever wanted and youâd let him do it all to you too. yet again, you remain entirely unaware that from gojoâs point of view, youâre more than a pretty girl about to suck his pretty cock. youâre everything to him.
âcome on baby, stop playinâ with me. baby please.â satoru whines petulantly into the sex tainted air that fizzles with suspense. his skin buzzes with every touch you give and a wicked chuckle resonates deep within his chest when you scoot closer on your knees â dragging the tip of your tongue over his dick print hesitantly. though the sound is cut short when you give his hard-on a tentative squeeze to text the waters, opaque and runny white smearing against the inside of satoruâs underwear.Â
you adore how much he trembles, gripping your shoulder to steady himself since knows that you donât like the idea of your head being pushed down on. even if itâs torture for him to be so patient â heâd never do anything you didnât like.Â
but it really is killing him, and youâre fully aware. he deserves to be punished like this, after everything heâs put you through â it doesnât mean youâre not suffering yourself. circling your hips into the cold bathroom floor to get some friction yourself, beyond turned on at the sight of a breathless satoru gojo above you.Â
âsay that again.â you moan.
gojoâs head drops and he lets out a shaky breath as if heâs about to cry. âw-what?âÂ
âbeg me again, then iâll suck your cock.â you sneer up at your silver haired lover evilly just as your mouth meets his sticky clothed cockhead, the spit and heat from your mouth seeping through the layers of fabric in your way. âi wanna hear you moan for me, âtoru. like you love me.â you press, switching to taking the manâs zipper between the rows of your teeth.Â
satoru gojo has never been a stickler for the rules, whatever he does is usually for his own personal gainâŠbut when you command him like that, he canât help but to blindly stumble after you, hanging onto your every sugar-coated word. âfucking hell, please baby. need to feel your mouth on meâŠfuck, your tongue,â gojo rambles on weakly. âplease, please, want it so bad i might fucking die.â he does some of the work for you, shedding his belt and causing itâs buckle to clink satisfyingly against your ears.Â
satoruâs eagerness sends a shockwave of pleasure straight to your clit. your patience seems to be wearing thinner than his, for you jump forward like a cat on the prowl and peel back the remaining layers of satoruâs clothes without mercy for any of the fabrics. his gasps and muttered pleas coax you into the dark, addictive enigma that is satoru gojo â clouding your mind whilst setting your body on fire with hell flames.
you kiss at satoruâs slender hips the more his pants and boxers come down, twirling your tongue into the tufts of silver hair that form his happy trail too. a soft, honeysuckle chuckle from you resounds in the bathroomâs echoing chamber when you finally reveal enough of gojoâs cock for it to spring free â twitching as itâs exposed to fresh air. satoru is longer where he might lack thickness, though heâs chubby enough to keep you plugged full of his cum usually. his balls are plump and pink, heavy with a load thatâs just waiting to be spent on you â evidence of his arousal taking the form of opaque pearls set at the tip of his dick.
speaking of, gojoâs cockhead burns bright red and shines as if itâs glossed and sticky like your lips â blue pulsating veins spiral around his flushed shaft, rivalling the shade of his eyes as he observes your next moves. youâre sure to make your touch tender as you take his entire length between your fingers, smoothing the supple pad of your thumb over his sensitive tip and rubbing the precum into it sweetly.
he smells so good, the musky scent of satoruâs cock and his arousal act like the fumes of a drug you know all too well â it takes over your consciousness and stream of thought, controlling your actions from then on. you feel everything all at once, your tongue writhing in place at the bottom of your mouth, satoruâs thighs trembling lightly and his cock throbbing while blood rushes through it. a haughty moan scratches at the ridges in his throat when you finally grip him properly â soft little hands dwarfed by his sheer length, palm brushing over the flushed forked veins that separate at the base. âj-jesus, beautiful,â satoru hisses, lips between his sharp white teeth. âyou gotta give a littleâŠdrivinâ me insane with these little touches. please just suck itâŠplease iâm begginâ youââÂ
the air in his lungs grows thin like that at the peak of a mountain when you finally give in, dragging your lips over the cream gathering at his mushroomed cockhead before kitten-licking through its seedy slit in order to tease him a little more. opening up your mouth, you prepare to swallow satoru down, just as you have done many times before. you know everything he likes, what makes him tick, what has him cumming in secondsâŠhowever, just as your warm breath coasts along his shaft â he pulls back from your hold.Â
âwait,â he says through a shudder. âyou wanna smoke?â satoru pulls a joint from his crumpled pocket, licking his lips as he searches for its partner in crime â a lighter.
you frown, choosing to palm him instead of taking him into your mouth just yet. his cock jumps at the simple movement, leaking milky white against your knuckles, tainting your skin. âweâll get into trouble, âtoru.â you state like itâs obvious, speaking over the slick sound of your hand gently pumping satoru. your movements are aided by just how wet his cock is, fingers slipping and sliding up and down his girth whilst being guided by the thick globs of precum beading at his tip.
âs-since when did you care about the rules? youâre fucking me here, arenât you?â his breathing falters as he shakily attempts to set the end of his joint alight. you donât dare stop pleasuring your brother's best friend, even if thereâs a nagging voice at the back of your head telling you that this is bad, that itâs all too much. âhelp me out for a sec, beautiful? hold this in your mouth while i light it.â satoruâs voice drops an octave as he shoves the splif between your arousal glossed lips (replacing the fenty that once spread their shine across them) â he stares you down through his long, white lashes as he flicks the lighter at the end, setting fire to the rizzler. âthank you, little one.âÂ
the pet name makes your skin crawl and the weed in your mouth only amplifies that voice in your head. you should quit while you still can, you might be able to cope with the withdrawals then, and spend the rest of your life making it up to suguru for leading him astray. little one. the nickname heâd so fondly called you quickly becomes something you hate. itâs meaning changed easily by none other than satoru gojo.Â
his power over you is still so strong despite his cock being at the mercy of your feather light grip and plush lips. once you set a steady rhythm to jerking gojo off and the joint burns dangerously close to your nose, he takes it from you and lovingly pats your cheek â placing it between his own lips before blowing a ring of smoke into the humid air.
satoruâs head collapses back against the mirror, his moonshine hair perfectly tousled despite being out of place. his locks stick to the icy surface of the glass, brought on by the cold sweat from your temperate mouth. the pair of you share a harmonious tune of wet whimpers and gargled gripes when you take your lover down your throat, sinking down on him until your nose nudges the prickliness of his happy trail.Â
you flex your tongue, letting it swirl around satoruâs girth from the base to the tip. âo-oh fuck, baby!â he exclaims through a hybrid sound, a cross mix between a raspy chuckle and high pitched moan. shakily; satoru takes a puff of his joint as if to calm himself down. he looks down at you with a lustful, love laden gaze, dropping a hand to the top of your head â careful not to push on it as you work your mouth down on him. âdonât worry⊠âm not gonna fuck your mouth. know you donât like that, just wannaâŠtouch you.â it nearly kills him as well, the way you look up, with shiny eyes and full cheeks. âgod, you take it so well, huh?â
of course, satoru had been the one to teach you how to suck dick back when you first started messing around two years ago. heâd coaxed you through it, teaching you step by step so you could get him off just how he liked. he made it so that you wouldnât ever want to please a man the same way you pleased him â rewiring all the nerves in your brain to make sure it was only gojo that you wanted to deep throat.Â
so you nod diligently in reply, swallowing down on gojo and letting out a gentle hum that causes dopamine to crackle along the insides of his skull. hollowing your cheeks, your throat contracts around his thick length until you feel his bulbous tip dragging over your uvula â testing your own talented mouth. heâs so glad that he taught you how to do that, you down on your knees, entrapping him in the searing heat of your hellfire mouth. if suguru could see you now, heâd only be able to picture the spawn of the devil and itâs cruel how you donât even care. after everything heâs done for you.Â
your eyes flutter shut at the heaviness of satoruâs dick on your tongue, forcing you to taste the viscous precum that oozes down your throat in slow waves. the flavour is just as addictive as the scent of weed tangling with sex in the air â you donât see yourself going to rehab either.Â
eventually, you decide to pull off of satoru with a lewd pop, filling your lungs with the oxygen they so dearly missed. you find yourself light headed for deep-throating him for that long but you also find it to be completely worth it â especially because of the look of pride satoru gives you. âsuch a pretty little cockslut,â he sucks his teeth, petting your head and brushing his hand over the square partings of your braids. âyou look so happy sucking on my cock, baby. didnât think you were gonna come up for air.â
in place of your mouth, your palm starts to stroke satoru at a steady pace â slickening up the centre of your hand. heâs so big between your hands you can only imagine how heâll feel stretching you out later tonight, causing drool to pool in your mouth like a hot flash flood as you catch your breath. vivid azure eyes flutter at the salacious mix of pain and pleasure when you give satoruâs shaft a teasing squeeze, using your other hand to give the same treatment to his plump, sore balls.
somehow, he manages to continue on muttering taunting you. âcause iâm the only thing you need, right? who needs air to breathe when you have me feeding my cock into that hot, wet open mouth.â he drags a thumb over your bottom lip, pulling it down as he looms over you â breathing a cloud of cannabis smoke into you. shot-gunning you while you continue to jerk him off, it tastes of him and the alcohol in his breath and the weed on his tongue. he looks so good above you like this, hooded eyes and rose tinted cheeks. satoru is the perfect picture of godâs work and youâd be foolish to pretend that the sight of him didnât make your cunt throb and a familiar feeling begin to stem in the pit of your stomach. âgood fucking girl.â
he thrusts shallowly through your closed fist matching his rhythm to the tune in which you flick your wrist. you waste no time in working up a pace fast enough to have your lover melting like putty in your hands â literally. you miss his cock in your mouth, how heavy it makes your tongue feel and paw at his spit slicked erection like a puppy begging for treats.Â
âwhen you t-touch me like thatâŠâ satoru drawls, notes of praise layered over his whiny voice makes your own juices gather at the crotch of your panties, makes your head spin but that might just be the weed. âi could fucking cum, baby.â
sweat beads in large, fat droplets at gojoâs hairline, darkening the bright colour of his hair. the liquid soaks through his white shirt too, showcasing how fucked out he truly is. he thrusts again, and again, and again, chasing the high your hand gives his creamy aching cock. âthen let me make you cum,â you giggle, dropping your head slightly to make out with the sloppy tip of satoruâs dick, lapping happily at whatever he gives you. âlet me taste you.âÂ
a dirty laugh rings in the buzzing air and gojo throws the burly arm that holds his joint over his wet face, wiping it clean of all the sweat. in the next moment, he cups the youthful roundness to your pretty face â calloused fingertips digging into your baby fat cheeks and sun-kissed skin. âthatâs cute, but iâm not quite done with you yet, gorgeous.â still hunched over you, gojo finds the milky trail his cock has left over the seam of your lips and kisses you â dangerously slow. he simpers at the taste of himself on your lips, tangling with the plastic-like taste from the remainders of your gloss. he licks the sweat from your Cupidâs bow as well.Â
he sucks the precum from your tongue and licks harsh stripes into your mouth â reaching further back to cup the back of your head, keeping you pressed against him. the both of you moan like idiots into one anotherâs mouths, drinking down the song of blissful laments and greedy gripes. the kiss seems to last forever, going on and on until you wince at the slight burn of satoruâs joint against your cheek, but you never stop jerking him off â slick and dewy sounds of skin meeting skin providing the adlibs to your nasty, sex song.Â
only then does satoru let you go, though, his hips continue to dart forward and ram into your closed fist â they contradict with his words. while gojo wants so much more, they chase his innate desire to cum. paint your pretty face or your talented tongue. their rhythm is assaulting and aberrant.Â
âbut youâre so closeâŠâ you tempt him with your silky voice, dipping your head and bobbing it once more to encompass his lengthy girth into your heated mouth again. dopamine sparks like explosions across the synapses in his brain when he witnesses your cheek bulge from the force of taking his tip in, his slit rubbing deliciously against the soft epithelium there. gojo doesnât know how heâll survive after tonight, when you force him to confess to your family and everything blows up in his face.Â
oh how heâll miss your cute little mouth sucking down his cock like your life depends on it.
âyouâre right, shitâŠyouâre right, princess,â satoru pants avidly, taking another drag of the joint nestled between his shaky fingers â he throws his head back as the grey smoke hits the fresh hair, tainting it with the scents and flavours from the kiss heâd given to your sinful mouth. âi think i mightâŠohhhh ohhh. i really wannaââ he throws his head back and you can tell that your lover is really trying to stave off his orgasm to make this last forever.Â
you still in surprise when he jams a boot between your soaked thighs from underneath your dress. ââtoru!â comes your little gasp, grinding down on the cold leather if his shoe instinctively. he used the toe of his chelsea boot to pull back the hood of your clit, pressing down on the swollen bud to stimulate you. w-what are you doing?â
âg-gotta make you cum before i do,â he offers as a weak explanation all while spreading your puffy pussy lips apart.Â
you lavishly run your tongue through the opening of satoruâs cockhead, moaning at the taste and texture but continuing to hump his foot happily. âsâa bit late for that, baby.â you say with a sultry voice, low and sexy. âyou can just eat me out afterwards.âÂ
âdo we evenâŠ? o-oh, okay. âm there⊠i-iâm close,â he trips and stumbles through his words, losing control of his taut hips that batter your poor, dripping fist while you spit down onto him. the frothy mix slides down and catches on the prominent veins spiralling around his dick to the base. which you give a squeeze. âdo we even have time for that?â gojo asks, struggling to breathe through the smoke from his joint.
âi guess youâll just have to hurry up ân cum for me. be quick, and weâll see.â you glance up at him, so debauched yet so innocent. like a pretty flower tended to and cared for (by suguru) except you have prickly, threatening thorns.Â
gojoâs release starts to sneak up on him, senses heightened by the recreational drug coursing through the healthy blood in his veins. ây-youâre so bad. h-how the fuck did i get involved with you?â he laughs loud and menacingly, whilst looking completely and utterly deranged. gojo doesnât let up on stimulating your pussy, humming around the spliff tucked between his perfect lips when you gush in response to him. dirty, depraved little girl. âgâna cum. gâna cum! let me cum. fuck, where do you want it?âÂ
âi can swallow, satoru. give it to me.â your mouth and wrist begin to hurt â but you find it all worth it to have satoru collapse above you, lose to the snap of the thin thread of his sanity. he grabs ahold of his own dick, taking over from you, and smiles brilliantly when you stick out your tongue just for him. it rolls over your pretty lower lip, cherry red from your ministrations and slightly swollen from it all.Â
one. two. three.Â
he taps his soiled cockhead against the slobbery palette of your tongue â feeding you the last stream of his precum right before his big release. you press a hand to gojoâs tummy, feeling it fight and contact against your touch. he canât hold back anymore, everything is too hot and too tight and too much. the roll up of weed between his teeth is gone, his beautiful eyes are hidden away from the world and before either of you know it â his high is hitting him like a tonne of bricks.Â
just like that, gojo loses the steady stream of his hips and his orgasm rips through him, warm and viscous seed floods your mouth â even seeping out at the corner of your bruised lips. it spurts copiously from his ravaged cock, painting your throat a shade of white too.Â
âh-holy shit!â satoru cries out loudly, tears springing to his eyes and gathering in his lashes. you donât stop pumping at his dick until heâs done cumming, catching any misfires of his arousal with your tongue. you swallow in satisfaction and take to leaving small kisses against his tummy and hip bones until he stops trembling and returns to earth from the bright, silver moon that blessed his hair.Â
he quickly abandons his joint.
even though his legs are shaky and he can hardly breathe, static ringing loudly in his ears â satoru finds the strength within himself to pick you up from the floor and manhandles you against the bathroom door. a streak of excitement courses through you while you set your palms flat on the surface, allowing satoru to squish your left cheek against it too.Â
youâre barely able to turn your head back to look at him, a shy and coy smile spreading across your lips when you catch a glimpse of the dark expression coasting over satoruâs handsome features. âoh? whatâs gotten into you?â
âyou think iâm just gonna let you make me cum like that, and iâm not gonna get you off?â he answers your question with a question, growling out the syllables of each word impatiently. âi wish i could just rip this damn dress offâa you. itâs such a shame we have to go out there and say hi to your family afterwards.â using his foot, gojo kicks your ankles apart so that youâre nice and spread open for him â he inhales nastily while pushing your skirts up to sit at your hips, breathing in the scent of your gooey cunt as it cries for him. cries to be filled up by him. if asked, he could recognise the sweet aroma from your sex like a bloodhound chasing after a target. heâs got you committed to memory, he loves you that much.
the tulle of your dress rivals the colour of his eyes even when darkened with debauchery â it turns him on to know you wear his colour so proudly even in front of suguru. his hands shake as he messes with the fabric and you can just tell heâs fighting off the urge to tear it away from your body. if only you had the time. if only you were the only two people in the world.Â
without suguru, he could love up on you for hours with no issues. without suguru, you could perhaps be together without having to hide. without suguru â well, you hate yourself for even thinking that way. heâs your brother⊠and you need him. but clearly not as much as you need satoru to fill you up with something â tongue, fingers, cock. youâd take it all right now. take all of him.Â
youâre distracted by the feel of your loverâs searing lips against your naked shoulders, swooping down to place kisses on them tenderly. theyâre more fluid, softer as satoruâs fingertips trickle over your breasts and pinch your pebbling nipples from over the bust of your dress. they cascade down to your waist next and suddenly your dress feels all too tight around your hips. your panties too sticky between your folds. you want them both off, and fast.Â
âs-satoru,â you murmur needily, arching your back into his broad chest â shivering at the roughness of his shirt on your skin. âsatoru, please.â you add, hissing when his curious fingers delve beneath your skirts to press into the seam of your underwear, getting a feel for your wetness and how ready you are for him.
he shifts his fingers upwards, working them up to massage your clit in warm and rough circles â distracting you from giving gojo a proper answer so he can play with you a little more. âhmm?â comes gojoâs lazy reply. his head drops to your neck again and his tongue leaves a snails trail of saliva over the path of kisses heâs left on your skin âwhatâs the matter, baby? what do you need?â he mumbles in a lower octave right into your ear, tufts of white hair tickle your skin, only causing goosebumps to rise across it in a ripple effect. Â
pouting, your hips rise enough for him to possibly stick his hands down your panties to touch you properly â but satoru chooses to be mean, moving up to rub your tummy teasingly. âfor you to⊠mph, please.âÂ
âcome on now little one. what is it that youâre after?â he scolds you playfully, toying with the little ribbon on the scalloped edge of your panties. you hate that him teasing you only serves to make you hush and turn you on more, a small trickle of your arousal running down your inner thigh. âuse your words, be my good little girl,â pinging your waistband against your stomach, satoru adds to the seed of desire growing there â helping it to grow and nurturing it. âmy fingers? my tongue?âÂ
ât-tongue!â you squeal at the painful sting, not in pain â because you like it when gojo hurts you a little bit. itâs like a punishment for betraying your older brother.Â
âthank you for telling me, baby, your wish is my command.â at first, satoru doesnât make a move to eat you out â instead, forces his hand deep into your panties to touch your clit, nice and raw. the silver haired man grins at the way you clench around nothing as he circles your tight little entrance and squirt small dribbles of your juices for him. âfuck, youâre so fucking wet for me, even now. even after sucking my cock and grinding on my shoe. if only suguru could see how nasty you are right now.â he could, at any moment geto could knock on that door and see you dripping on his best friendâs hand. the sentiment shouldnât make you more aroused, you should make you feel horrified.Â
but as gojo dips a finger into your greedy little pussy, you realise that youâre just as depraved as him and that in the moment â you really donât care.Â
because all you feel is ecstasy.Â
pushing back onto the sole finger squirming about against your squishy insides, you decide that youâll deal with geto and the consequences of fucking his best friend later â rather, choosing to focus on how satoru immediately finds your g-spot because he knows your gummy, rippling walls like the backs of his masterful hands. the same hands and digits that skilfully trace the letters of his name into your pulsating clit.
âmmph⊠oh fuck. f-fuck you!â reaching between your soiled thighs and underneath a plethora of tulle, you grip gojoâs wrist to keep him in place, locked between your legs with his fingers stuffed in your cunt.
âfuck me, baby?â he coos to you in a patronising tone. âoh, sweetheart. iâm about to fuck you. gonna make you cum so hard. make you see starsâŠno, galaxies.â satoru pulls his finger out and nudges your sticky thighs apart again just to make sure that he has the space, enough room to cup the entirety of your sopping mound from over the fabric. so hot and filthy and sappy for him. satoru laments in satisfaction, yanking your panties down in one fail swoop and watching with perverted cobalt eyes as strings of your slick tie your honeyed sex to the material.Â
sniffling, you turn your head back as far as itâll go to stare down your boyfriend with big, wet eyes and a blubbering voice. âplease... i canât wait anymoreâŠâ you hiccup like a petulant child who had their favourite toy stolen. pleading for something, anything to alleviate the unbearable yearning twisting in your gut.
your lover tsks in response, slowly descending to his knees behind you while his fingers coated in your succulent nectar grasp and knead at your fleshy ass â streaking it with clear marks. âokay, okayâŠpoor baby.â gojo says airly in an attempt to console you like a mother would her crying infant. âyouâre so needy, pretty girl. if anyone walking by could hear you, theyâd think i werenât fucking you right.â thatâs far from true and the both of you know it, satoru is the only one who could appease you, take care of all your sexual needs â outside of thatâŠyouâre not so sure. youâre then reminded that suguru wouldnât want satoru taking care of you ever. it makes your stomach flip with a confusing mix of lust and guilt.Â
âyou want it that bad, donât ya? you wanna feel good.â the man purrs from behind you, salacious voice a breathâs width away from your cunt while he licks a trail up your inner thigh. the vibrations reverberate through your skin, dancing right up to your swollen, unattended clit. âpromise iâll make you feel so, so good.â youâre almost embarrassed at how much you throb against gojoâs lips when he shoves his face into your pussy from behind, nudging his nose over your pleasure bud in circles until you open up for him like a flower in bloom.Â
you grind back against him passionately, rubbing your luscious and drenched folds all over his handsome face in an attempt to tame the itch of bliss that spreads through each and every one of your limbs. youâre tempting him but your sweet little whimpers and circling hips hardly coax satoru away from what heâs planning. his tongue doesnât fuck itâs way past your quivering entrance like heâd said, but instead is replaced by a heavy hand smacking down hard on your pussy.Â
âsatoru!â you cry out in an awful mix of delight and shock, sounding a little unhinged. ây-you promised!â
âyeah, yeah. i know⊠couldnât help it. i just love it when you cry for me.â juices run down his forearm as if heâs bitten into a ripened peach and satoru gets the perfect view of your juicy ass jiggling for him too. he amorously slurps up the trail, leaning forward with an appetite to eat you out for real this time and nestled his tongue between your twitching, titillating folds.Â
he repeats the process again and again and again, smacking your poor pussy until you really are crying â chest heaving while you sob from both ends, tears ruining your perfect baby blue eyeshadow for the night. not having gojoâs mouth on you is like hell on earth, being spanked until youâre raw is torture too, especially when youâve been holding back an orgasm for at least fifteen minutes. nevertheless, it all feels so fucking heavenly.Â
you search for a vice, something you can ground yourself with and settle for scraping your nails along the doors. satoru chuckles, tapping your sticky ass lovingly and even going as far as to kiss you there. âalright, iâve had my fun and iâm done messing with you baby,â he hums sweetly, âlean back for me, put it on me baby. let your man eat you out.âÂ
wrapping a strong arm around your middle, gojo pulls you back onto his awaiting, eager mouth. the first thing he does is slot his mouth against the entirety of your soaked slit, moaning loud and tugging at your heartstrings while the vibrations send you spiralling. the very tip of his tongue slips past your entrance with slight resistance from how thick it is, wriggling about in order to search for that special spot that makes you see stars. he press kisses, wet and sloppy, miscalculated, between your swollen folds and slurps up whatever you leak as if youâre drooling valuable liquid gold.Â
not a drop can be or will be wasted on satoru gojo.Â
keenly, your hips canter back onto gojoâs face â your plush ass cheeks jiggle with each thrust onto his tongue as though youâre reverse riding his cock. it fills you up just as nice too, warm and slippery against ecstasy inducing pinpoints along the ridges of your sluice walls. he canât help but whine loudly at every roll of your pussy over his face, you taste so fucking good and heâll drink you in as though youâre a tall glass of water. between sucks and slurps, your lover kitten licks at your core animalistically â lascivious sounds from between your thighs topping off the air in the bathroom.
your cute little clit, prominent and hard because of blood rush and itâs burning desire, is next on satoruâs bucket list. the sharpness of his teeth latch onto it, rolling it between their two sets roughly until youâre clawing at your own throat for air â trying your hardest not to scream and frighten the poor passers by. youâve become such a mess and it pleases the white haired man, to see you gushing like a fruitful stream straight into his thirsty mouth, down his chin and cheeks â even over his bobbing adamâs apple.
your hands leave a track of sweat as they slip down the door youâre plastered on and your chest rises and falls rapidly while youâre tongue fucked by your boyfriend. thereâs no room to breathe or to cope, satoruâs tongue pinned to your clit like a moth to candle flame â drawing rough shapes on your clit before sweeping downwards just beneath your clenching hole to catch what oozes from it before it can hit the ground. oh, if only you could see him, his bright blue eyes just as watery and lovesick as your own and his face pink with a sun-burn type of blush from how hot he is for you.
if you tried hard enough, to listen in over the sounds of your wet pussy being sucked on for dear life as well as satoruâs content gripes and laments â you can just about make out the vehement and delectable noises of him avariciously jerking off his pre-cum flowing cock while he prepares it to fuck you later on.
ây-yeahâŠoh my god, satoru. satoru donât stop!â the words feel tacky in your mouth as you try to get them out, communicate to gojo how good he makes you feel. he likes it when youâre vocal with him, and you the same, it makes you both feel heard and happy to know that youâre pleasing your partner. though, itâs a little difficult for you, when youâre so dizzy you donât know whatâs up or down and you canât help but to cream around the base of gojoâs tongue while it twists against your lush and gushy inner walls. Â
briefly, your brotherâs best friend pulls away from your cunt â remaining connected to you by a rope of clear elixir leaked from your tight hole. âwouldnât dream of it, pretty girl. god⊠i just wanna fuck you up. make you scream a little moreâŠâ he snarls like a beast, his big hands roughly grabbing your ass as he spreads them â watching the webs of arousal form while he peels each cheek away from one another. âfucking hell⊠youâre drenched. but we canât be too loud, donât want someone to hear.â thereâs a higher pitched lilt to gojoâs sacchariferous mithers as he delves back under your skirts, bobbing his entire head to drag his tongue between your fat pussy folds.Â
jolting at the sensation, which provides a welcome distraction from the fact that your familyâŠyour brother, are waiting obviously just metres away, your hips begin to chase the high youâve been holding back for what seems like hours now. viciously, you ride satoruâs tongue like itâs a perfectly plump cock made to plug you full. âuhuh, ohâŠfuck yeah. ride it for me, pretty girl, ride my t-tongue. m-make yourself feel good. fuck my faceâŠplease, please, please.â gojo begs you, even though most of his speech is muffled and youâre the one at his mercy.Â
shame should be running through you, not hunger for gojo, you shouldnât want to drive your hips down onto his face so hard that his nose prods your clit over and over again. youâre so dirty, filthy and nasty for doing thisâŠhere of all places. but you canât help the way gojo fucks you nor the way gojo feels. you donât think you want to give that up for your brother. even if it costs you.
you canât imagine a life without hearing satoruâs needy groans between your legs, the ones that set fireworks off at your tailbone â where all of that unreleased pleasure builds up.Â
âyouâre gonna cumâŠâ he sighs dreamily. âwant you to cum for me. let it go, let it all out fâme.â gojo adds and from then on â his mouth stays married to your needy cunt, focused on working you right to the edge and pushing you over. he licks you up and down, anchors you to his face with that same arm snaking its way around your waist again â mostly to hold you up because youâre so shaky from the ecstasy in your veins that you canât do it on your own. Â
the whole ordeal is sickening and beautiful all at the same time â no one knows your body like satoru does. no other man has any idea how to please you in the way that he does. they donât know that you like it when he flicks his tongue against your sluice and sweet sex with an open mouth just so you can hear him eat you out. they have no idea about how sensitive you are when youâre close, that brushing up against your g-spot with the tip of gojoâs tongue is enough to have you spewing a fresh wave of your essence from your pathetic hole.
the delirium and rapture that mounts within you, like bricks stacked in bricks, becomes too much for you to bear â some of your release already starting to trickle out of you in clear streams. ââm cumming, âtoru!â you warn him in a high pitched squeal before itâs too late, white noise filling your ears as you succumb to a powerful orgasm.Â
satoru gojo thinks that if he died right here, right now, he would be happy â he wouldnât even care. what, with the way you gush into his mouth like tidal waves of a wild tsunami, guilt flushed out of your system by tonnes of arousal. you clamp down on his tongue and practically suffocate the man, humping weakly at gojoâs face until your entire body is limp and you have absolutely nothing left to give.Â
once youâve made it through the aftershocks of your high, satoru slowly retreats from between your thighs and makes his way to your body, spinning you around and capturing your lips in a delicately placed kiss before your brain has the sense to wake up. the night should end here, you should push him away and fix yourself up in a good enough state to return to suguru and the rest of your family to enjoy dinnerâŠstop the guilt from bubbling up.Â
but satoru has always had a way about charming you.Â
âweâre not finished yetâŠâ he whispers to you passionately, his own hips pinning you to the bathroom door so you can feel his second erection rub against your tummy. âthereâs more of you to ruin.â he continued to lament, his lips stained with your arousal grazing your own before he licks into your mouth so you can taste what he tastes too. automatically, your body bows into his â ready to have what heâs got waiting for you.Â
perhaps your mind is still lagging, because you feel it before you see it â the tacky love taps of your loverâs cock against your stimulated sex, the lewd squelch that comes from gojoâs cockhead poised and ready to jut forward past your fluttering entrance. âi want you so fucking badly, i gotta⊠need to be inside youâŠâ he moves to hike your thigh up against his slender hips â preparing to bottom out inside of you, but you stop him just before then with your nails digging into his sweat laden dress shirt.Â
âcan i ride you?â you ask him hazily.
âwhat?â gojo bleats, confused and enamoured all at once.
swallowing thickly, you repeat your words â leisurely rolling your hips back and forth in a premature pussy job. being sure to rub yourself back and forth against the length of satoru. âcan i ride you?âÂ
âfuck me,â he sniggers breathlessly and says your name. âarenât you just full of surprises tonight? you can do whatever you want to me, baby. i can take it.âÂ
with his permission, you undo the last of gojoâs buttons and smooth over the expanse of his place flesh, thumb at his budding pink nipples and then, form a necklace around his unmarred throat with your hands. he coughs and splutters in surprise but allows you to walk him backwards until the backs of his knees hit the toilet and he topples onto its seat in a sitting position.Â
your hand moves swiftly to cup gojoâs jaw as you look above him and stand between his thighs that instantly manspread to make room for his pretty little baby between them. one of your perfectly manicured nails drags down his bottom lip, then becomes a finger that delves deep into the heat of his mouth. âyouâre⊠youâre beautiful,â he gargles around the digit, staring deep into your soulful brown eyes. âand i adore you.â  itâs true. youâre the most perfect thing heâs ever seen even if your braids are askew and your dress is ruffled and your makeup is almost entirely gone.Â
even when you have satoru gojo in a choke hold like this youâre still stunning to him. not one thing could tarnish such rare beauty that you posses. if the end of his life came in this moment, he wouldnât even mind. he wonders if youâre aware of that fact or still believe the little voice in your mind telling you that heâs just using you.
gojo was bad with words, he knows that. he often got timings wrong and said things at the wrong time (like now when he tries to tell you that he loves you but in his own words, hence âadoreâ) but he always means them. he can tell that youâre getting in your head right now, standing above him â trying to decipher if heâs telling the truth. if he wanted you, you wished heâd say he wanted you. explicitly.Â
he wished that he could tell you explicitly, but heâs so fucked up in the head that he struggles.Â
so instead, satoru takes your hand in his (the one in his mouth) and moves it far back enough so that he can kiss your knuckles sweetly. a gesture to prove his truth to you. one to prove how much he loves you.Â
the hard expression on your face softens and you drop to satoruâs lap â straddling him so that his girth presses directly against your juicy cunt like before and your thighs are either side of his. âthen make love to me,â you goad him, circling your hips and chasing the delicious burn of his dick pressing into you â a feeling that you miss all the time but can never get used to. âlove me like you mean it.âÂ
itâs not long before satoru is at your neck again, leaving a trail of gentle kisses along its plaines. âi can do that. i can give that to you. do you think youâll be able to take it?â he questions lightly, a large hand splaying across your back â prepared to guide your movements.
ây-yeah⊠âm ready.â you exhale carefully, your mind pleasantly fuzzy as gojo grabs onto your ass and encourages you to raise your hips for him. the other hand now holds onto his dripping dick to position it at your entrance â he runs it through your soaked folds a couple times and dips in and out of your hole. you make such a cute little noise when satoru starts to push into you, sucking him in so well and clenching around the circumference of his bulbous tip as if to trap him inside before youâve managed to sink down on him. it continues like that for a little while, satoru holding you up by your ass or your thighs while he patiently waits for you to take him the rest of the way.Â
he fucks you gently with the tip at first, getting you used to the delicious stretch to your pussy â despite the resistance he meets from how tight you are.
âthere you go babyâŠyou can take over now. sink down on me when youâre able to, kay?â satoru peppers your face in amusement while he watches you try to stabilise your breathing. thereâs a long way to go and youâre still so sensitive from your last orgasm. âhm, youâre so fuckinâ cute.â he muses, nipping at your cheek without any real bite.
âs-shut up,â you state through a pout, controlling your tears which only make your love snort affectionately. crescent moons from your nails take their shape in satoruâs milky shoulders, leaving pink indents in place as you slide further down his cock, taking inch by inch until youâre comfortably nestled at his balls. âsatoruâŠwhyâs there so much of you?â in reality, youâre not actually complaining â content with your ribbed walls kissing the prominent veins on his shaft. you clench around him experimentally, sending a ripple of desire through the man at your mercy and finally let him bottom out inside of you as your juices run down him.Â
he does nothing but smile lazily up at you, taking your wrists and coordinating them to rest on his chest for you to use as more comfortable leverage. as much as you like the way heâs pressed up against your insides â you find the strength to peel your hips away from satoruâs clothed thighs and thrust back down with a resounding, wet slap that echoes throughout the restaurant bathroom.Â
it should be criminal, maybe even illegal, how warm, tight and wet you are â as if youâre a virgin whoâs never been fucked before. he splutters and stammers as his overstimulated cockhead nudges against your silken walls and they quiver around him feverishly. he could charge you with a life sentence, keeping him jailed in your pretty pussy for life. âi know i said iâd let you ride me but god,â he whispers, trailing his fingers up the front of your dress. just as ice cold and ringed fingers circle your areolas from over the fabric, satoru thrusts up into you â driven insane by lust and desire, his eyes disappear onto the dark night of his skull. âcant help it⊠i wanna make you feel good. wanna fuck you.âÂ
thereâs no time for you to respond, no chance to wrack your brain for a witty comeback because youâre too busy focusing on trying to keep yourself seated in gojoâs lap. your eyes become misty and satoruâs voice becomes murky, breaths of exertion coasting over your lips and your skin as he sets a constant, almost bullying, pace to his slender hips as they barrage into your sex. itâs hard enough to pull squelching sounds from your messy pussy, and enough for the sound of his breederâs balls to reverberate between your working bodies.
in this position, satoru is able to hit deep â churn your gummy insides up and hit every pleasure spot your tiny fingers canât reach. youâre a slumped and helpless mess in his lap, pathetic, since you were the one who wanted to be on top in the first place. but neither of you mind it, satoru likes being able to take care of you like this, watch every contortion of your angelic face and twitch of your lips and flutter of your lashes as he pounds into you from below.Â
âthatâs it⊠thatâs it pretty girl,â he coos to you so softly, glancing up at you with massive silvery-blue eyes holding pure fixation for you. âyou want it so bad, letting me have you like this. i love it, i love yoââ he cuts himself off with a deep growl and reaches around the meat at your waist, your soft tummy as well as your plentiful skirts to graze your clit as arousal pearls over it â each brush at the swelling nub is calculated and catered exactly how you like, especially after falling into sheets with him so many times over the last two years. his touch treads softly on your body while he takes it slow, passionately ruining your insides.Â
you hiccup and a light sparks behind the sapphire frame of your loverâs eyes. he repeats the action, only this time pinching your clit before he carefully pulls you close and angles his hips into your g-spot a little more â worshipping your body like a queen on her throne. âlisten to that baby, your pussy sounds so pretty taking all of me.â gojo punctuates his words with deep, purposeful movements that have his achingly hot cock repeatedly jamming against that one particular spot. âyou need it like this, need me to always take the lead, hm? you act like youâre such a big girl, but really youâre just my needy little one.âÂ
satoru feeds you a mix of praise and light condescending remarks, keeping you under his spell just like always has. as if he were a pied piper using his darling moans to draw you in. he keeps you pacified like a baby with languid thrusts and sloppy kisses all over â barely giving you a moment to think independently. the hand wrapped around your waist keeps you anchored to gojo, teaching you dance in a sensual sticky grind that only lovers know how to do.
dropping your forehead to rest against his, you let out a blissful whimper. âsânot fair, you always⊠ah f-fuck! you always take control from me,â youâre supposed to be the one using satoru. using him to take your mind off of suguru while you remind the man of all the reasons he should love you openly and publicly. but, like always, you fall victim to the touch which causes you to blossom above satoru and the candied voice he uses that make sweet nectar pour from your abused little hole.
âitâs cause you adore me,â gojo tells you in a rough voice. states it like itâs fact written in a history book for lovers. you canât and donât have time to deny him â managing a weak whine of annoyance when his lips attach to the cliffs of your collar bones. his tongue rolls saliva over the area where he canât leave a physical mark, knowing that the white hot sensation will stick with you all night â making it just as good as any other forbidden hickey or stolen love bite. âyou love me, donât you?âÂ
âg-god yes!â neither of you have any idea what exactly it is youâre saying yes to â whether it be the way he pounds at your puffy, swollen mound or saying that you love him, it doesnât really matter. youâre both too far gone. you finally start to grind down on him again, using all of your strength to push past your overstimulation and match satoruâs toe-curling stream of thrusts, syncing up your cantering hips. every stroke of his cock within the depths of your silken, pulsating cunt earns you a muffled whine from him.Â
a fresh red tint begins to glow under the surface of your loverâs pale skin, the blood coursing through his veins and coagulating at his cheeks is dotted with love and lust hormones just like your own. the fact that heâs barely able to pull out of your selfish pussy means that thereâs a shine to his polyester clad thighs from your juices â the glisten barely catching under the artificial light in the bathroom.Â
everything overwhelms you, you feel like youâre drowning. fat beads of precum between your sore thighs begin to form because youâre clenching down on gojo so hard, his cock even fights itâs way to pull out of your addictive heat. you canât let him go, your body wonât let him go, dragging him into the routine of crazy intense and creamy sex â bulbous and purpling cockhead consistently digging into your g-spot. everything is so wrong but it feels so right â it doesnât make any sense but you feel so nice.Â
âyannoâŠâ satoru slurs over the heavy weight of saliva spreading through his mouth while he runs it. ââm so fucking lucky⊠to be the only man who gets to see you like this. whining so sweetly, legs all shaky, pussy so fucking wet.â appreciatively, his cruel cerulean gaze drops to where his milky cock disappears into your fat pussy and his digits move from your clit to spread your netherlips apart, putting the glaze of your essence that coats his rock hard girth on display.Â
gojo truly is so very lucky, to be the only man with the pleasure of jackhammering into you to his hearts content. heâs so lucky that there isnât anyone else you want aside from him, that all you want his for him to be better for you. he really should work on that. especially if he wants to be the only one who lives and breathes you for the rest of forever. on the contrary, you hate that he only sees your worth to him while fucking you â it makes bitterness simmer underneath the absolute depraved ecstasy you feel.Â
but youâre not giving satoru gojo up. not in this lifetime.Â
taking advantage of your hands planted firmly against gojoâs broad chest â you peel your sweaty thighs away from gojoâs trembling ones, his cock being tugged away from the snugness of your oozing, sopping mound. an incredulous gasp lays wet on the seam of the silver haired manâs lips. he misses you. he wants you so bad and thereâs no greater relief than when you slam back down onto his cock, hips cantering down so fast that he easily hits your womb. the force makes you both drool and you throw yourself forward to capture gojo in a messianic kiss between two lovers.Â
euphoria chillingly slips into your veins while you rock yourself against gojo feverishly, both of your chests heaving erratically from your love making. âyouâŠyou talk too much,â you mumble into his mouth, tongue rolling over his as if to swipe the words from his tongue. if he says anymore you wonât last any longer. you lick the salt from his lips, an obsessive glint in your eye â because satoru gojo is all that you want. âtalk way too muchâŠjust love me, just fuck me.âÂ
satoru wants to love you, itâs like heâs genetically coded to. he canât imagine being this in love with anyone else aside from you â but thereâs a selfish mental block on his mind that stops him from giving you the commitment you need. right now, in this moment, heâll give you the pieces of himself that he can. heâll make love to you, heâll make you see stars and galaxies, heâll do whatever he can to make you happy right here, right now.Â
sweat from the exertion of rutting into you pins his silvering locks to his forehead â it drips down the side of gojoâs face which you lovingly lick. your lover wraps both of his arms around your waist and pulls you in so that you nestle on his chest â giving you the leverage you need to pound yourself on curve of his cock, seeping viscous honey down his shaft. the scene is obscene, but thereâs love and adoration buzzing between your tangled limbs.Â
hearts sprinkle themselves amongst the flecks in your eyes as you look up at gojo and your pupils dilate at the chorus of skin slapping on skin, the pap pap pap of your swollen mound while your lover buries himself deep in your warmth â pulling unholy sounds from your angelic body. the toilet he sits on creaks beneath the force of your ministrations, threatening to break just like you might on top of your lover.Â
âiâd do anything for you, a-anything you wanted,â gojo counters, quivering beneath you with his hair sticking to your sweltering skin. itâs true, heâd rip stars from the sky and skyscrapers to the ground. his heart chases after your every desire. between frenzied bucks and mismatched smooches, the man swipes his fingertips over your pulsating clit â rubbing fat droplets of creamy precum into your folds and the sensitive nub. the whole time, he keeps you stuffed full of his cock, hardly pulling out each time you lift and drop yourself on his dick.Â
mewling like a pornstar, your hands shoot upwards and wring themselves in moonlight hair â a tell tale sign that youâre getting closer and closer to reaching cloud nine. ây-yeah? then make me cum, l-let me make a mess on your cock. please.â you plead, the back and forth of your cunt over gojoâs lap tampering with your system by sending orgasmic shockwaves through you.Â
âi gotcha, anything for you, beautiful. s-shit!â using his free hand, gojo grabs at the fat of your ass and pulls you up and down on his girth â giving him the room to pummel your pussy hard and fast. âyou squeeze me real tight when i act all desperate for you.âÂ
âa-arenât you? o-oh âtoru, right there!â you exclaim and ask all at once in one high pitched moan, failing to press for an answer while gojo bullies his way through your walls and right up to your womb. your clit smears over his hipbone, painting him with tube dulcet juices.Â
gojo builds up momentum inside of you, dragging his seedy tip along your ravaged walls from how deep heâs able to get inside of you. âi am⊠only god knows that i am. fuck, i wanna be yours, want this to last forever,â white starts to froth at the base of his dick, streaking all over your soiled folds as your cunt squirts copious amounts of essence each time his balls clap against you. âthink iâm gonna fuckinâ cum, might be inside.âÂ
âsatoru pleaseâŠâ your hips stutter above his, choking out gojoâs cock for fear life in an attempt to get him to fill you up to the brim with his seed. you tear up and he barely lets you off his twitching erection.Â
âi know baby, i fucking know â iâm right there with you. hold onto me. my fucking baby.â with the last of his energy, satoru assaults your pussy with a barrage of desperate thrusts, jerking you about in his lap. thatâs all either of you need before youâre thrown over the edge, rendering you limp, cum soaked messes in one anotherâs arms. the ropes in your lower tummy, that have been burning this entire time, finally begins to unravel.
the world around you blurs, your brain fucking lags and you actually fucking squirt. a scream rips through you and burns at the edges of your voice, following through your uncontrollable shakes. clear streams of arousal shoot from your sloppy, dirty cunt and pool in satoruâs dress pants â soaking him to the bone.Â
âthatâs it baby, give it to me. all of it, make a mess â want it all over me.â satoru goads hoarsely, losing control of his thrusts until they become uncoordinated and lackadaisical. âa-ah! oh! holy shit, mmm âm cumming baby. f-for youâŠâ the aftershocks of your high and little twitches from your heavenly hole trigger the white haired manâs orgasm. right before his release, his hand reaches up from toying with your sex to grab at your sapphire pendant â using the chain to yank you up into a sensual lip lock that seals his fate, practically pulling it off of you while you make out through his high.
hot, sticky and thick ropes of white seed spill into you â thereâs even so much of it that it overflows from your tiny entrance and oozes against your raw mound. youâre still cumming, forcing satoru out of you while he continues to flood your womb â what doesnât make it is left to smear over your thighs and poofy dress, glazing you in viscous cum.Â
still releasing in spurts, satoru carefully pulls out of you and leans back against the cool tile of the bathroom wall so that you slump against his chest â relaxed. warm content simmers in the air between your maze of limbs and you leak against one another sweetly.Â
âso much for fixing your necklace,â satoru jests over the static itching at your brain while you come down from your earth-shattering high.
you offer him up a dopey smile, all of the tension from earlier on in the night melting away when you look at him. âweâll have to hide it from suguru, so he doesnât notice. weâve been gone for a while too.â no matter what gojo puts you through, itâs always worth it for the way he makes you feel after sex.Â
warm, cherished and cared for.Â
just like suguru would want you to be.Â
âwell, whose fault is that, little one?â a chaste kiss is pressed against your hairline as satoru helps you to sit up in his lap â drawing back slightly to give you a once over and mirroring the way you grin at him with a toothy smirk. âlittle miss âwe donât have time.â â iâll have to fix your make up, canât have you walking back out there like iâve just rocked your shit.âÂ
despite his crude words, satoruâs gesture makes your chest bristle with happiness. âyouâre an idiot, satoru gojo.âÂ
âan idiot that you adore. an idiot who you like way too much,â he fires back childishly. âcâmere, let me get rid of the mess i made of you.âÂ
you do, like him too much, a little too much for your own good.Â
itâs twisted, the mere fact that satoru has such a hold on your heart that you canât seem to escape no matter how hard you tryâ and it only worsens when heâs good to you like this. so good with the way he helps you clean up, tends to your ruffled dress, redoes your smudged makeup and jokes with you while he dries his sex stained pants under the hand drier before you go back out to meet your family.Â
youâre a love sick fool when it comes to him.Â
and you have no idea how much thatâs going to change.Â
suguru geto was not an idiot.Â
his numerous academic accolades are enough evidence of that. in highschol he graduated with a GPA of 4.0% which only escalated by the time he got to college â which was like a breeze to him. by the time heâd finished his four year degree, there was an industry opportunity waiting for geto on the other side of all of his hard work and efforts.Â
it pleased him to know that people thought highly of his skills, appreciated the knit and grit and blood, sweat and tears he put into his work. he had a passion for seeking the truth, discovering the reasons and meanings for peopleâs actions â it was suguruâs calling. thatâs why he became a criminal defence lawyer.Â
why do people do what they do? why do people lie? why do people run and hide?Â
with all of suguru getoâs smarts and analytical skills â his ability it to think critically, you would think heâd have it all figured out by now.Â
suguru geto was not stupid.
so why is it that he canât figure out whatâs wrong with you? why youâve been so skittish and why this entire night? he knows you, his baby sister, like you were his own flesh and blood. like you were the back of his slightly calloused and hard working hand. you may have been adopted, you may not share the same DNA but suguru has lived with you and been raised with you long enough to know how your genetic code reacts to certain pressures and scenarios and situations.
youâre his little sister for christâs sake.Â
as you make your way back to your familyâs designated table, weaving between pedigree bred children and their families, waiters and waitresses working tired on their feet â he notices how the tension youâd been experiencing the whole night has suddenly dissipated from your body as if it were never there. your shoulders have dropped, your movements flow as loosely as your baby blue cupcake dress does, your eyes are bright and full of an energy suguru has only seen once in someone else.Â
another soul heâs grown up with.Â
the very idea makes him feel ill, the food on his plate suddenly becoming unappealing and bitter against the insides of his mouth. youâre not⊠you would neverâŠÂ
âhi,â you greet the table tentatively, the corners of your cocoa painted lips quirking up into a small smile. âdid i miss anything?âÂ
suguru forgoes answering you to ask his own question. âwhere have you been?âÂ
the chatter at your table dies down only just as your parents register your presence with the group once more â joining in on your conversation with your brother like a car merging lanes.Â
âoh! i was just in the bathroom⊠you know, girl stuff. powdering my nose.â you offer up as an excuse, twirling the end of your curled braids between your gentle fingers. a habit your brother knows youâve picked up when youâre shy, yet, content. âyou know how it goes.âÂ
his dark eyes sweep over your face. suguru doesnât know much about make-up, just that you like doing it. he had been the one to get you your first eyeshadow palette in your teen years but thatâs as far as he goes. everything seems to be in place, perfect, youâre beautiful as you always have been.
but thereâs a slight smudge to your lip combo that bleeds just past the curve of your cupidâs bow â out of place enough for geto to notice. the colour is different too. black instead of brown, as if youâve mixed up the lipsticks in a rush.
suguru tries not to dwell. he really does. dropping the topic and retreating to his dinner plate while you idly chat to your parents about your new job but something in his gut stirs â he remembers something.Â
gojo is nowhere to be seen and your pendent is missing.
you canât. youâd neverâŠ
as if on cue, the moonlight man returns to the party, loudly pulling out his seat and taking his place next to you once again. gojoâs hair is a mess, much messier than it was before⊠as if someone had roughed it up with desperate fingers. your chocolaty lip colour is smeared along his neck in deconstructed lip prints as if heâd tried to wash them away, dotted along the collar of his crisp white shirt too. the contrast of the colours make it blatantly obvious whatâs been going on too. the silver chain of your necklace hangs freely from his pocket.
âdid i miss anything?â he asks casually, despite how not-put-together he looks â much less in comparison to you, whoâd returned to dinner first.Â
it makes getoâs skin itch and crawl, the similarity between your words and gojoâs. he canât even think to reply, yet the words come tumbling out before he can stop them.
âwouldnât you like to know,â suguru snaps callously. âwhere have you been?â
âwanted to see if the little miss made it back to the table alright.â gojo lies smoothly, resting a large hand on your shoulder. geto notes the way he strokes your neck with his thumb. âyou know how she is, clueless without suguru, right?âÂ
your parents and gojo burst out into charmed laughter, adding to the bustle and ambience of the restaurant. suguruâs face only sours as your father chimeâs in next. âthis one probably raised her better than i did. he was so excited to have a little sister, wouldnât go anywhere without her.â itâs the alcohol that causes your father to blurt out the embarrassing memory â itâs sweet and cherished, but does nothing to help ease your brotherâs boiling fury as heâs patted on the back by his dad.
pet like a dog getting a treat.
a reward for taking care of you all these years.
âyeah, raised her to be smart and proper. thatâs why sheâs a graduate and not mooching off of us anymore.â geto seethes from your left.
from your right, satoru reaches for his crystal glass for a drink â only to realise that itâs empty. he next reaches for the bottle of moscato ordered for the table, and pours some for himself until it levels out at the rim of his glass. âouch suguru, way to hit a man where it hurts,â your âboyfriendâ whines petulantly, sipping the surface of his drink. âyou know i work for dad now, youâd be so proud. still making money, not mooching off of his.âÂ
you fiddle with your cutlery, the silverware awkwardly clattering against your plate while you finish off the steak youâd ordered. then, your mother breaks the tension.
âdoes anybody want to order dessert?â
satoru is quick to jump on her distraction train â enthusiastically nodding his head with silver locks flying about the place. âoh you know me, ma. i love a sweet lilâ thing, got a huge sweet tooth.â satoru chirps excitedly â as chipper as can be.
âthat you do dear boy, pick out anything youâd like.â your dad says in turn.
the silver haired stray at your table pretends to ponder before clapping his hands together â causing both you and geto to jerk at the sound.Â
âdaifuku!âÂ
âoh, thatâs been a recent favourite of our little girlâs, hasn't it darling?â mum gushes proudly. âreminds me so much of her.â
the anxiety in the back of your mind spikes to an all time high as your dragged into the conversation once more â suguru hot on your trail, close to uncovering it all. you shrink under the burning gazes of everyone at the table â your lover, your parents and your brother. satoru, of course, takes amusement in knowing you crave his favourite sweet even when youâre apart. geto is less than impressed.Â
you nod and gojo lets out a laugh that sets your soul alight and sends a shiver down your spine. âthatâs right, our girl is just the sweetest little thing.â he praises you, resting his cheek on a closed fist, gojoâs elbow sitting comfortably on the table while he stares over at you dreamily.
suguru geto was not a fool.
he could see right through the happenings before his very eyes. the way you looked up at satoru, your expression docile and pure, dark eyes glimmering and brimming with so much idolisation and worship for satoru, it was a look suguru had seen many times before. it was a look previously saved only for him â from little sister to older brother.Â
you stare up at gojo like he holds all of the worldâs secrets, like he could keep you safe from any and all types of harm, like you love him.
âiâll have what heâs having,â geto hears you murmuring airily, but thereâs static ringing in his ears and red flashing before his eyes â heâs that pissed off at his sudden realisation.Â
itâs only when his gaze flits to his best friend, his one and only, satoru gojo that the dam breaks and all of suguruâs emotions and epiphanies from the night come bursting out in shades of white hot fury. because satoru matches your expression, his blue ocean eyes drown you in love and he looks as though heâs won the fucking lottery. hazily and smugly grinning at you while the table discusses desserts.
the final puzzle piece that suguru has been looking for clicks into place.Â
it all hits him like a truck.
âoh you slick motherfuckerâŠâ suguru growls slowly, his words fighting through their prison of his gritted pearly white teeth. the syllables and their sound contrast heavily with the abrupt way in which your darker haired sibling stands from his chair â almost sending it flying to the floor as he slams a fist down onto the table. his other hand points accusingly towards your lover, and everyoneâs attention falls on him.Â
âsuguru what are youâ?â
âyou fucked her. didnât you?â
expressions of incredulousness morph on the faces of your dinner guests ( yourself included ), shocked by getoâs bellowing voice and stone cold glare. not to mention the callousness of his words. he knows. and itâs like youâve been doused in a bucket of ice water. he knows what you and satoru have been up to, the smoke has cleared and you can no longer hide from him.Â
âsuguru geto, mind your manners!â one of your parents snaps, but you canât quite place the voice â every sound in the restaurant blurs into one and your head swims with a dangerous mix of panic and alcohol. he knows. your mind screams, the pink and squishy organ dully thumping against itâs calcium cage â your skull.Â
âfuck manners,â he barks, suguruâs mouth beginning to froth like a dog rabid with rabies. his face hardens as if itâs been set in stone, while a storm clouds getoâs previously welcoming eyes. âanswer my question, satoru.â
innocently, yet with an air of confidence and patronisation, gojo tilts his head to the side like that of a puppy â his bright white teeth put on display as he smiles slow and softly as if to diffuse the situation with his charm. âi donât know what youâre talking aboutââ
âbullshit!â suguru fires back, his wrath beginning to boil over the edge like the restaurantâs signature slow cooked stew. he begins to roll up the white sleeves of his dress shirt â as if heâs preparing for a fight. one with his best friend. once the material is snug around the bulge in his bicep, your brother slams his hands down on the table once again, causing heads to turn and cutlery to clatter about the place. âthatâs fucking bullshit satoru and you know it. i can see it on you. i can smell it on you.â
in all your years of living with the geto family, becoming a part of it and finding your sense of belonging with them â youâve never seen your brother this angry, let alone see such red hot rage directed at someone he cares about. someone you care about too.Â
âsugu,â you whimper and stand, trying to direct his attention away from your lover boy. âsuguru itâs okay. itâs not what it looks likeâ!âÂ
another slam of his hands on the table slices through your meek words â causing you to jump out of your skin.Â
swirling black eyes hideous with anger and upset switch their attention to you â tearing you apart underneath their judgemental gaze. suguru has never looked at you like that. heâs always been so good to you, never been mad at you without cause or at least let you seen so. that was until today.
âi wasnât fucking talking to you. sit down and keep quiet. let your big brother handle this.â geto spits, the pain of his worded venom shooting painfully to your heart â causing tears to sting at your waterline.Â
âdonât fucking talk to her like that.â satoru keeps his voice low, in a tone youâve only ever heard him use with the guys hitting on you at college. itâs dark and threatening, but most of all, protective. protective over you. you never thought it would be thrown at suguru. he stands up too while you sink back down, catching a glimpse of your parentsâ worried stares from across the table.
onlookers in the restaurant are no different.Â
âso, you think you can speak for her now? since when did you two get so close, hm? did you two fuck? did i hit a sore spot, gojo? â a rich, sarcastic laugh reverberates from getoâs vocal chords. the whole scenario isâŠentertaining to him. his best friend, his brother of all people, fucking with his little sister â knowing how it would make him feel.Â
thereâs a beat of silence across the dinner table, consisting of nothing but death glares and heaving chests.
but then all of a sudden, satoru leans forward with his palms pressed flat against the tableâs surface â a sick smile twisting on his ever-soft and glossy pink lips as he jeers back at the younger male, taunting suguru.Â
âoh iâve been hitting her spots alright.â
you feel like youâve been doused in cold once again, the blood that had been flushing to your face, now freezing in your veins. the fact that satoru would reveal intimate details of your love or sex life to the light of day (let alone your older brother) should make you fall ill. yet, in some sick and twisted way it makes butterflies flap their dainty wings in your lower tummy.Â
because heâs admitting it, that he wants to be with you, to suguruâs face.Â
âweâve been closer than you could have ever imagined, suguru. nice and close, she outta have been swallowing me down.â satoru doubles down, because once he starts running his mouth, he can never stop.Â
stopping them both now would be futile. but your parents are watching, other guests and staff are watching. itâs humiliating. having the two men you care about most go at each other like this. âsatoru!â you squeal, desperate.
âoh you nasty motherfucker. so you did sleep with my sister.â geto growls before turning to you, furious. âhow long? and donât you dare lie to me.âÂ
âs-sugu, please. not here.â you start with a trembling voice, tears slipping down your cheeks freely while you look between the two men.Â
âi said how long!âÂ
the way your brother raises his voice at you causes you to flinch back into your shell and for satoru to push his way between you both protectively. he would never let you get hurt, he had promised you that. even if he had done so himself. he wasnât about to let suguru wound you too.Â
âyâgot cotton between your ears or something, suguru?â satoru makes himself tall and intimidating, towering over suguru. it was something that worked with everyone, scared them off from the person that was his and the one that he loved â you. but suguru wasnât buying that act. âi said. stop. fucking. talking to her like that.â each of his menacing words are punctuated by a shove to your brotherâs chest, each one taking a swing at your heart. you hate to see them hurting each other, you hate being in the middle of it all. suguru takes it all, as if heâs numb from the news, staggering back into another familyâs table â causing their glasses and dishes to collide and clatter about until it stops and gojo grabs at the collar of getoâs shirt. âif youâre gonna be mad and yell at someone, be mad at me.âÂ
satoru adjusts his grip on your brother, but his blue eyes beg for him to let it go. for you to all go home and figure this out somewhere else.Â
suguru just canât. his mind canât wrap around the idea that youâve been leaning on someone else this whole time â using someone else. sleeping with his best friend all this time. itâs not in his nature to be violent, geto has been perfect all his life and never veered from the correct path. he would never hit anyone. heâs never felt the urge to put his hands on someone, unlike satoru. but in that moment, looking at his best friend and feeling the blood pour from the open wound in his chest.Â
exasperated by the stab wound to the back, from both you and satoru.
âyouâre right,â the words taste like acid on suguruâs tongue as he grasps at gojoâs own collar with his green hand. never in a million years did he picture himself hating someone he loved with his whole heart. it physically pains him to even think about resenting you. it makes his vision shake and bleed with a dark red, he feels so irrevocably angry that he might hurt someone. âitâs you i should be pissed with.â
geto moves without thinking, every fibre of his being reverting back to manâs natural instinct as his fist connects harshly with the underside of gojoâs chin. the taller of the two stumbles back in shock â thick and temperate scarlet coating his pearly white teeth from where heâs bitten down on his tongue along with the force. satoru barely has time to react not before suguru is on him again; landing another punch square in his face â accompanied by a sickening crack.
your brother grabs at your lover, shaking him by the lapels of his now bloodied suit and you scream loud enough to lower the temperature of the dining hall and fill it with chills because suguru has always told you to look away from violence. and this time you couldnât.
you couldnât bare to look away from those beautiful blue eyes as they took a hit for you.Â
satoru sways backwards and forwards, clearly stunned at the force behind his best friendâs fists. he damn near collapses into the table behind him, causing the onlookers to yelp and cry out at his injured state. heâs got a busted lip, bruised cheeks and nose and heâs still the most beautiful man youâve ever seen.Â
âfuck, suguru!â gojoâs voice wobbles, he sounds wounded. both inside and out. âwhat the fuck?â eventually, he grounds himself, tongue darting out to lick the patch of crimson at the corner of his lip. he swipes his bloody nose on the back of his hand too â steeling his already hard, azure eyes.Â
âyou deserved it. pulling this shit with my sister? are you fucking insane? you could have had anyone elseââ suguru cracks his knuckles, shaking them out.Â
you feel as though youâre in the middle of a battle â one for your honour. words that leave battle scars are thrown from both gojo and geto on each side, swords of male ego clash at the centre and youâre nothing but a defenceless damsel in distress. what could you possibly do against the both of them? you think to throw yourself in between the two men as gojo stalks his way over to your brother in three scarily short stridesâŠbut your mother quickly wraps her arms around your shoulders and hugs you to her chest â keeping you away from the fight.Â
your father takes a stance in front of you both â he would interfere, but heâs not as young and as agile as he used to be. heâd get his teeth knocked in if he did.Â
âstop it! p-please! satoru donâtâ!â you screech and wail to him over the commotion of the gathering crowds. he ignores your calls, acting on his free will as satoruâs throws his own punch â another scream tears through the chamber of your chest just from witnessing suguruâs head snap to the side from its power. âsuguru!â
âfuck. you, gojo.â your brother slurs, wiping his own bleeding nose on the sleeve of his white shirt.
âfuck you right back, geto.âÂ
you did this. you caused this. if you had just heeded your brotherâs advice, he wouldnât be losing a friend. you wouldnât be losing someone you loved. you should have stayed away, you should haveâ
âi should have never trusted you!â comes your brotherâs vicious snarl, somehow managing to squirm free of satoruâs grip and using the last of his strength to push the silver haired male to the smooth marble.
satoru doesnât move, just barely managing to protect his head from the fall. heâs still bleeding, light headed but powered by his desire to protect you. kill for you. âi know! but we couldnât help it! it just happened!âÂ
suguru turns to you. âdid he take advantage of you? ever? how long has this been a thing?â
ân-no! never! s-satoru would never!â you gulp back a choked sob, hoping to put an end to the madness. stop the shattered glass and the people staring and the punches being thrown. youâre a terrible liar, geto knows that. he can see right through your thinly veiled lies â satoru isnât the type to just want someone. it comes with a price, the pieces of your heart worth more than gold to your brother. of course⊠at first it had been that way, satoru took what he wanted. but nowadays it feels different. feels like more.Â
ât-two years. it wasâŠit was all me. i-im the one who said i liked him first. i always have.â you continue slowly, hoping for the smallest twinkle of mercy in getoâs eyes. âplease suguâŠplease. this⊠this is enough. just leave him alone. iâll never talk to him again justâŠstop.âÂ
throughout your whole speech, tears and all, suguru remains towering over your boyfriend with both of their chests heaving, both of their shirts ripped and bloody. you think, for a moment, he might leave it at that â suguru will take your hand, lead you out of the restaurant and thatâll be it. satoru will be spared and youâll have sacrificed your feelings for him to save their friendship.Â
however, the tears that drip down the apples if your cheeks and streak through your makeup arenât enough. theyâre not enough to provide a barrier to gojoâs selfishness â even at his lowest, quite literally (lying weakly underneath suguru), he still thinks he can have it all. both you and his friend.Â
ât-that shitâs not true. she was a game to me at firstââ he begins to say, causing hurt to flash across your chest and for you to fall to your knees despite being in your motherâs unsteady grip.Â
he doesnât get to finish for geto takes the opportunity to straddle gojo â unleashing hit after hit on him like a meteor shower of pain. you donât think heâll stop until his knuckles are split.
âsuguru! s-stop it!â you cry.Â
people scream just like you but donât interfere. you donât even care that theyâre staring, you donât care what they think, all you care about are their well-being.Â
to your relief, satoru finds an interval â latching onto his âexâ best friendâs wrists with the last of his energy, effectively stopping him from landing anymore punches. âc-christ suguru, let me fucking finish,â satoru gargles on the blood pooling in his perfect, chatty mouth â using his grasp on suguru to push him into sitting on the floor too. âmaybe if you did, you wouldnât have missed this part,â the older of the two, gojo, spits the nasty mix of spit and blood at the youngerâs feet â using a second to regain his breath. he spares a second to look at you, shaking on your knees desperate to touch him and see if heâs okay. you donât know. you still donât know just how much satoru gojo is willing to sacrifice for you. you have no idea how much he loves you. so he says it. profoundly and loudly.Â
â⊠missed the part where i fell in love with her. hard and fast. couldnât even tell i was falling.â
geto slumps back on his knees, dropping his bruised and cut up knuckles between them with defeat. your entire body sags in relief, until youâre a mess of crumpled clothes, bones and tears.Â
heâs never told you that before. that he loves you.Â
âgod, satoruâŠfuck!â suguru exclaims, clearly exasperated. his rage has simmered to a stop, with only angst and anguish filling the air in his lungs. heâs realised now what this means. heâll never look at you or the satoru the same. the two people he loves most on this god forsaken earth. âsheâs my little sister!â
he sounds like heâs about to cry.
âi know.âÂ
âyou watched her grow up! we grew up together!â
âi know.âÂ
âyouâre five years older than her!âÂ
âi know, goddamn it!â satoru finally breaks the loop, his voice heavy with pain and exhaustion. âbut i love her and i canât help that. neither of us can.â
in the moment of silence that passes, where the audience calms down and suguru steps away from a bloody and beaten satoru â you rush to his side, sliding across the marble floor in your pretty dress to help your lover sit up properly. suguru looks down at you in desolation, his brows creased in the centre of his forehead unhappily. the expression makes you hug gojoâs head to your shoulder tightly in your own protective stance â crimson bleeding across blue fabric like ink in water, forming a hollow shade of purple.
âsheâs my little sisterâŠâ geto repeats solemnly, as if heâs watching your child-like innocence fade away in real time. heâs been looking out for you for so long that heâs failed to see what an adult youâve become. it doesnât make the betrayal hurt any less, though. âsheâsâŠsheâs still a kid.â he adds, swallowing the lump in his throat. âand now youâre fucking her?â
satoru shakes his head, easing himself from your grip as though to show you that heâs strong. strong enough for the both of you. âitâs not like that, and sheâs not a kid anymore. sheâs twenty two, suguru! she doesnât need you watching over her like some fucking hawk anymore. she can fuck me or whoever the fuck she wants.âÂ
and even though satoru is right â you hate that they both talk about you as if youâre not even there or autonomous enough to defend yourself.Â
âbut you know better.â geto goes on, his own defence becoming weaker and weaker â disintegrating like paper in water.Â
âwe both do!â finally finding your voice, you stand up from your position on the floor cradling satoru and move to stand in front of your brother â grabbing his hands with pleading doe eyes and tears on your cheeks. âw-weâre both adults who made the mistake of getting involved with each other behind your back. but we donât have to fight this out like childrenâŠplease just give us a chance, sugu. talk to him. talk to me. y-your little sisterâŠâ
geto sags again, he looks tired, but accepts your affection without a trace of doubt or hatred. he thumbs the backs of your hands, dark obsidian eyes gazing into your soul like a galaxy of black holes. your deep chocolatey eyes are met with a stare full of trust and admiration â something familiar, something that fills you with temporary relief.
you like to think that you know suguru geto.Â
heâs the smartest and most rational man youâve ever met. your brother has always been kind and tender, takes the time to really listen to people and think things through step by step. he never acts on instinct or brashness. those are all things you know about him.Â
you like to think that your older sibling knows you too.Â
that he would look at you and see your truth, how much you care for gojo and how you didnât mean for anyone to get hurt.Â
clearly, neither of you know each other as well as you once thought.Â
he sees gojo from over your shoulder, and the same sense of white hot betrayal washes over the dark haired man like an acid bath. he rips his hands away from yours as if heâs touched molten lava and youâve scalded the palms of his hands in which he used to love you, care for you and raise you.Â
a pained sound gargles in your throat as geto pulls away from you â his own mature, handsome face, equally as distraught. âi canât,â he mumbles quietly. ânot right now. iâm sorry.â his warmth is gone before you know it and heâs grabbing his belongings from your dinner table, bowing in apology to guests and staff and your parents.Â
âsuguru!â you gasp, tears stinging at your eyes once again. âsuguru wait!â
geto presses his thick, black leather wallet to your motherâs chest as he passes your parents, his suit coat half slung over his shoulder. âuse the black card to cover the bill for dinner and pay for the meals of the families whoâs tables we destroyed. iâll take care of any damages too â the owner was a client of mine.â he tells her softly, kissing her forehead.Â
âsuguruâ your sister!â
he doesnât turn back as he pushes his way through the crowd in order to reach the exit. âsheâs old enough to look after herself, right?â
âsuguru please.âÂ
you will yourself to chase after him, every cell in your body screaming at you to move while your heart and mind long for you to stay by satoruâs side.Â
youâre conflicted, you donât know who to choose.Â
and maybe itâs satoruâs selfishness, maybe heâs the one to blame for the rift in yours and suguruâs relationship â because when he succumbs to the bleeding and the injuries, and someone aside from you screams for an ambulance, you canât bring yourself to leave him.Â
like a bird in a cage, youâre trapped by satoruâs love.
or perhaps he was just taking advantage of your weak little heart like always.Â
being at home is supposed to bring you comfort, thereâs nothing like it.Â
your home is like a safe, full of precious memories locked away with a key that only you possess. if you push through the door youâre met with a gust of nostalgia â the sounds of childlike laughter as undertones to scolding parental voices. as you drift down the halls thereâs works of art made with crayola ink on the walls, and sometimes thereâs tears in that one little spot at the top of your stairs.Â
spices from your favourite home cooked meal burning on the stove top usually waft throughout the place, calming you down and filling you with warmth. you canât remember a time where the smells and aromatics of your home have failed to bring you back down to earth. they trigger waves of fondness and flashbulb memories of your father teaching you and suguru as siblings how to cook whenever your mother fell ill.
your home not only hosts heartfelt conversations between four people who love each other, but it speaks too. it would creak and groan and squeak with every step you took deeper inside, with each time you ran through it while being chased by your brother.Â
every single one of these moments, these sounds and scents theyâre all part of a precious network that make up the foundation of your home. plaster made of love and bricks born from happiness, all glued together by layers of forgiveness in the form of concrete. itâs a house full of happiness, your home is. made by your parents, suguru and you.Â
but right now you feel as if the roof of your home has caved in.
youâve been sitting outside of suguruâs bedroom for hours now. your pretty dress soaked in blood and your face in your own tears. you can hear him on the other side of the door â heâs talking to someone, no doubt looking for last minute flights or begging for one of his clientâs private jets. and youâre terrified because if he leaves like this you might never speak to one another again.Â
you donât want that, you canât have that. Â
you wonder where he might go â if itâll be some place you always planned to visit together when you were old enough. a trip abroad was something geto had promised you if you graduated. now here you were. graduated but without your big brother by your side. Paris, London, New York â all places you were meant to explore with your eldest sibling by your side.Â
though at this very moment, he was all the way on the other side of a door he had no intention of opening.
itâs like the entire world has collapsed and caved in on you â thereâs a hole starting to form in your heart that only suguru can fill and until today, as he begins to pull away from you, you hadnât realised how much space in your life he had occupied. you leaned heavily on your brother, he shielded you from experiences like this time and time again, and all you could do in return is fuck his best friend.Â
some grateful little sister you are.
your face burns with a fresh set of tears, hot at the centre and underneath the fat of your eye bags. youâre so dependent on him, you wonder how youâll cope when you move cities and start a real life outside of the shelter your brother had worked so hard to build for you. the very idea makes your insides twist and stomach turn. youâre not even sure if geto will want to keep in touch with you once either of you are gone.
leaning against his door, you paw at your wet face â hoping and praying that heâll hear you out. that he wonât leave you, because without suguru you have no one.Â
wait⊠thatâs not true.
thereâs still satoru. if he even wants you after all of this. if you even want him.
why is it that he chose this way to confess his love for you? why is it that he dragged you away from a family dinner to fuck you instead of just being honest? why was satoru so selfish?Â
he hurt you over and over again â left mental scars on you and treated them like open wounds, adding salt and citrus and whatever would sting just to make sure you kept on needing him and only him. he hurt you to make sure you loved him back and youâre sure he had no idea. thereâs an underlying guilt coursing through the blood in your system â guilt in letting satoru take all of the blame for falling out with suguru. especially when he defended you against your brotherâs switch up and acidic, toxic words. especially when heâs posted up in a hospital bed for his battle wounds â split lip, possible concussion, bruised eye sockets.Â
your white haired lover had tried to be brave for you when youâd left him at the hospital to come home and change. there was terror evident in each dark blue fleck in his baby blue eyes, anxiety wrapping around his heart at the idea of you just leaving him there. he thought you would be leaving him forever.
fuck. gojo was good to you, in so many bad ways. you wished that youâd never met him, that youâd never fallen for him either.Â
before your mind is fully able to slip away to your lover boy, the door to suguruâs bedroom clicks open softly â forcing you to scoot away from him so that he has room to step out. neither of you move â frozen in time like marble statues carved millennia ago. you look a mess and suguru looks like a clean slate. where your dress is blood and snot stained, your makeup smeared and eyes puffy â your older brother has been washed free of tonightâs grime, his cuts are plastered over and his knuckles bandaged. not a single dark, obsidian tendril of his hair is out of place either â perfectly tied back into his signature bun.
most importantly, thereâs not a trace of bitterness on his face â almost as if the events of tonight never even happened.Â
as if you never ruined his friendship with gojo or ruined his perception of you â his little sister.Â
yet, thereâs a glum sort of gleam to his dark eyes, heâs tired â heâs been thinking too hard, going through every step over and over again trying to piece together what he missed. why would you hide this from him? you hate how lost suguru looks. that you did this to him too.
he doesnât want to fight, not with you. not after satoru.
âiâm sorry,â you whisper, shifting to sit on your knees in front of him â as if youâre about to bow for getoâs forgiveness. âi should have never⊠i didnât mean toââ you pick at stray pieces of skin by the bed of your nails, flailing for words as you slip under the surface of your painstaking emotions. âiâmâŠiâmâŠâ
geto crouches down to your height, using one hand to wipe the tears from your big bambi eyes and another to tilt your chin up towards him gently. âsorry.â he finishes for you, flashing you his classic, loving smile. âitâs okayâŠjust give me time.âÂ
you nod shortly, your features twitching as you fight back the urge to cry again.Â
the older male clicks his tongue and shakes his head, the pad of his thumb swiping under your eyes gently. âoh no, none of that, donât cry for me.â as always, suguru comforts you and tends to you like a flower in need of nurture. âiâm sorry too, little one.âÂ
âa-are you leaving?âÂ
âfor a little while.â
your face crumples once again. âsuguruââ comes your childish huff as he stands â but before the elder geto can get very far, you latch onto his wrist in one last clingy attempt.Â
suguru shakes his head one more time, more vigorously as if heâs trying to get rid of his own tears â knowing that if he lets you continue and beg him to stay, he wonât have the chance he needs to heal. âi canât. i need time,â your brother says firmly, almost as if heâs scolding you. âyou canât expect me to get over it just like that. itâs not fair.â
youâre fully aware of that, selfishly choosing to ignore the fact â just like satoru would. life isnât fair, so you suppose this is lifeâs own way of punishing you for hurting your brother and causing him grief.Â
âsugu, please donât go.âÂ
âgive me a few weeks, a few months even, and iâll come back. i promise.â he sighs in response, practically begging you at this point. it kills him to leave his younger sibling just as much as it kills you to see him go. however, every time suguru lays his eyes upon you, all he feels is betrayal and loss. all he can see is his best friendâs hands ruining you. corrupting you. it almost makes suguru resent you, for taking a bite of an apple from the snake heâd warned you about. hating you is the last thing suguru wants. âi can do that for you because youâre my little sister. because i love you and deep down, youâre everything to me. but i just need to get over this first.âÂ
itâs because youâre his little sister that heâs even able to look at you. if you were anyone else, if you were satoru, dinner would have been it.Â
ââm sorry,â you whimper for the millionth time, in defeat, weakly allowing suguru to help you onto your feet. every fibre of your being tingles with the need to hug him, soothe him in the ways he would do for you â though you know better. thatâs not what he needs right now. geto needs you to let him go.
âi know,â geto hums sadly. he tucks your braids behind your ear, thumbing your cheek affectionately âyou should go to bed, itâs getting late.âÂ
he presses a lingering kiss into the baby hairs on the crown of your head as he softly grips your arms â using them to rotate you both until his back is to the door and yours is to the looming hallway.Â
âgoodnight,â you sniff meaningfully. a nostalgic feeling rushes over you, a sense of dĂ©jĂ vu â reminding you of the time when suguru first left for college.Â
suguru smiles again, disappearing into his room with a whispered. âgoodnight, little one.âÂ
and with that, heâs gone.Â
you only hope that heâll make good on his promise, forgive you and come back.Â
because as the saying goes â if you love someone let them go.Â
and if they come back to you, then theyâre yours. Â
after a hot shower, you find yourself taking heed of suguruâs advice and retreat back to the confines of your bedroom.Â
childlike walls covered in ugly green no longer make you laugh or provide you with an uplifting and evocative solace. instead, you feel more cold and alone, desperate to leave this life behind and move on to bigger and better things.Â
things that suguru had helped you to achieve.
while the scalding hot water had washed away any bloody stains from the night, any tears left on your cheeks â it did nothing to get rid of the slimy, gross feeling that you couldnât seem to reach. it spread underneath the surface of your skin like wildfire through a forest, over each crack and crevice in your mind, slipped through the gaps in your rib cage to target your lungs like a respiratory attack. it was the shame, the guilt and the grief for someone youâd lost who was still alive. all three emotions plagued you.Â
once safely behind your own bedroom door, shutting out your feelings about the night (after only half of them had swirled down the drain), you rest against its wooden frame â watching the droplets that were clinging to your supple skin drop to the ground as if they were the tears you didnât feel like crying anymore.Â
the towel around your exhausted frame drops to your ankles as you lethargically search your dresser for your favourite cocoa butter moisturiser. you work in silence, soothing the nightâs wounds as you prepare for bed like your bother had said. you slip on a set of pyjamas, tie your braids back with silk scrunchies and just as you hit the lights â thereâs a knock at your window.
you donât move, waiting to see if itâs your imagination or your mind playing tricks on you again.Â
but then, thereâs another dull thud and you whip around from your dresser to meet a pair of clear-sky blue eyes that catch light under the shining moon does enough to illuminate every curve and slope to his dainty features. gojo looks a little compared to when you left him in the hospital â whatever fluids theyâve given him have helped with the hollow, purple-ish dark circles under his eyes. a few cuts still litter the angelic curve to satoruâs face,Â
clutching the centre of your chest from under your sweatshirt (in an attempt to calm your beating heart) â you rush towards the source of the noise, tugging the latches of your window open. âsatoru,â you breathe, your entire body going lax once you realise who it is.
âhey you,â he grins, holding onto the upper body panel of the window while he waits for your permission to come in. even though your room is dark, painted with tendrils of pitch black, the silvering moon does enough to highlight each cut or slash across his pretty face. âmissed you.âÂ
slowly, you reach out to touch him. a single fingertip slides across gojoâs sharp jaw, so sharp that it could cut diamonds, before you angle his head from side to side â inspecting the injuries that hardly do anything to dampen his beauty.
âcan i come inside?â gojo asks cautiously. âitâs kinda cold out here.âÂ
blinking, you snap out of your reverie and shift backwards on your bed to make space for satoru to come through. he crawls into your room quietly like heâs done many times before, sneaking over to see you during your breaks from university, and shuts the window behind him.
the both of you stand still in the dark, hardly able to see each other, hardly able to tell what the other is thinking. satoru wonders if you hate him, if this is it for you and he. should he touch you? would you let him?
and as for you, youâre stuck between a rock and hard place. your body, as always, calls for gojo â yearns to be near him as if you havenât seen one another in a millennia. you know that heâs right there, you can hear his shallow and ragged breathing (probably from climbing up to your window) just centimetres away. heâs done so much to hurt you, ruin you⊠and yet you canât seem to resist him or stay away from him when you know that you should.Â
âi figured youâd want this back, thatâs why i came.â gojo mumbles, dangling the chain of your necklace in front of you. you reach out to take it and your boyfriend lets go, but the jewellery hits the ground and you ignore itâs metallic clatter.
âsatoru gojoâŠâ you whimper, instead, taking a step forward into the void â your hands touch on his tiny waist before travelling upwards over his creased button up shirt to settle at the silver haired manâs broad shoulders. he groans low at the feeling of your nails raking across them from over the fabric, reaching higher to scratch at his scalp through the baby hairs on his neck. even though satoru remains stiff and hesitant at first, itâs an intimate moment, youâre hardly able to see each other while being pressed so close together â desperate and longing. gojo finally relaxes and grabs the fat at your waist, pulling your hips flush against his own.Â
you stand on your tiptoes and use your grip on his hair to tug gojo down to your height â your lips a breathâs width away from each other. heâs so close that you can feel his breath coast along the seams of your lips.Â
âwhat have you done to me?â you finish, whispering.
god, satoru wishes that he knew. he has no idea himself, the kind of power and hold that he has over you. âi donât fucking know,â he finds himself saying, meeting you the rest of the way as he leans down to capture your mouth in a messy, searing hot kiss. âi donât wanna know. just let me kiss you.âÂ
âmhm,â you all but whine in reply, wrapping your arms around satoruâs neck as he feverishly licks into the hot, wet cavern of your mouth. he feeds you his moans, one by one, pouring his apologies and unspoken words past your lips and into your soul. gojo canât speak with your tongue in his mouth, heâs spent all night plagued by thoughts of you â wondering if heâd done the right thing by telling suguru, if he should have kept his mouth shut and his hands off you. if he should have done it properly.
he fucks everything up â especially the things that he loves. gojo wouldnât be surprised if you were done with his bullshit now. heâd make the most of what youâre willing to give him for the moment.Â
your lips grow sticky with the layers of spit swapped between you and you can taste him on you. in your mouth, on your tongue. he tastes like cold peppermint and wisps of pink wine. he feels like heaven under your fingers, his hair soft like the feathers of godâs favourite angel. you inhale the hint of his aftershave from his clothes, let it drift over your mind as well. heâs toxic, bad for your lungs like a vape or the chemicals from something else addictive. perhaps youâre smelling gasoline, the kind that satoru uses to start a fire in your lower belly.Â
you shouldnât be doing this, not again, not here, not with suguru across the hall about to leave you. but you canât help it, satoruâs become your everything and you feel that you might not be able to live without him too. âsatoru,â your arm shoots to wrap around his neck, hardly allowing the man to pull away from you and breathe. your movements are so fast that gojo stumbles and holds you tighter to catch his balance. though it might be because heâs afraid youâll disappear. âsatoru, satoru, satoru pleaseâŠâ
youâve no idea what youâre even begging for, just chanting his name between bruising kisses, his tongue sloppily gliding over yours while he fights to pull away from your intoxicating lip locks. âdonât beg, baby,â he grunts hot and heavy, dragging a thumb over your swollen lips. âgod, please donât fuckinâ beg. you have no idea what it does to me.âÂ
âbut i need you,â closing your lips around the tip of his thumb, you suck gently and it causes satoru to grow weak in the knees â dizzy from the sensation. âand i love youâŠâ
âfuck, iââ gojo swallows thickly, watching you like a hawk as you suck on him salaciously. âiâm right hereâŠlove you too. now jump for me, baby.â comes his loving command, pulling the digit from the prison of your hot mouth. if he could, heâd take a life sentence to stay between your lips.Â
following gojoâs lead, you leap upwards into his hold â allowing satoru to grope at your fleshy ass as he hoists you up. a pathetic bleat escapes his saliva laden lips when your thighs wrap securely around his waist, pussy slotting against satoruâs crotch while he carries you to sit on your dresser.Â
after setting you down, satoru places a palm on the mirror above your head, steadying himself as lust and love for you and only you overwhelms him until heâs nothing but a shaky mess. a man that could be brought to his knees with just one look from you. his head drops to your neck, breath balmy against the surface of your skin, long white lashes tickling you there too.Â
he grows enchanted by your steady pulse, pulled in my each of your little whimpers. a mop of silver hair descends upon your flesh, the taste buds on satoruâs pink, eager tongue mapping out your taste to commit to memory. he wants to remember your flavour forever â treating this as if itâs the last time heâll ever touch you.Â
âyouâŠyou asked me what it is that iâve done to you. ân i told you that i⊠fuck, that i didnât know,â gojo pants, a rosy blush spreading across the bridge of his nose and cheeks. one âbut i can tell you exactly what it is that you do to me...â your lover looks down at you like a man drunk or high, facing an addiction he wonât be able to quit. it does something to you, drags crazed sex hormones from your brain right down to your pulsating clit.Â
the temperature in the room rises, boiling and bubbling â the particles in the air teaming with so much desire, buzzing around with an equal amount of kinetic energy. âyouâve ruined me,â he mumbles wistfully, a man charmed. gojo leaves a wet trail over your pulse point, slowly sinking his teeth into the area. thereâs a gentleness to the way that he leaves his mark on you â panting like a wet dog as he does so. âyou make me want to take care of you. youâve got me so fucked up that i canât tell whatâs up or downâŠ.â he moans into the sweltering ambience of the room.
satoru forces himself against you and you gasp, head hitting the mirror because you can feel how hard he is against the crotch of your night shorts. âi want to be your everything,â his selfish tendencies seep through into his actions, love bites gojo works against your neck become more prominent and harsher â as if to get his point across or through your head. he wants you to know how much he wants you. âjust like i know that iâm yours.âÂ
itâs true. he is.Â
the very phrase make your hips buck up into his, a wave of slick pooling between your folds as they catch on the print of gojoâs dick. âf-fuckâŠâ the tail end of your words end in a lost whine, too turned on by gojoâs desperation for you. only you.Â
âi love you,â he whispers, voice silky smooth while continuing to ravish your neck and collar bones with shades of deep purple and blue. gojoâs large hands sneak down to your waistband to pull your shorts off and on instinct, you do the same â a nagging craving for more of him taking over you once again. âlike no one before. dunno why i didnât say it earlier, donât know why i didnât wanna show you off.âÂ
satoru tugs your panties to one side, wedging them behind your swollen pussy lips and exposing your quivering mound to the night air. even though the room is dark, he can still see the glisten of your arousal and whines wildly from deep within his chest at the sight â urging you to yank down his boxers too.Â
circling your hips up to meet his, the both of you hiss in unison as your leaky, sopping sexes come into contact for the second time that night. it feels right. just having the length of gojoâs heavy shaft nestled between your sticky folds â itâs natural, as if youâre made for one another despite fate not wanting you to be together. his tip spurts early traces of precum against your slit in another form of marking, hot and creamy against you while the scent of sex begins to waft through the air.Â
itâll never matter how much you try to resist satoru, for as long as heâs around, youâll fall into this twisted little routine â a repeat offence of betraying your brother. your nails come up to dig crescent moons into his milky toned and strong arms, gritting your teeth at the pleasure beginning to wash over and drown you. âs-shit babyââ gojo mewls through a pout, finally giving up on biting and sucking at your neck to rest his sweaty forehead against your own. âjust wanna be good to youâŠwanna be enough for you. p-promise iâll give my everything just tâbe the one takinâ care of you.âÂ
satoru slurs his words but the very promise sounds like a dream for you. itâll be everything youâve ever wanted out of the man, all youâve ever asked for in all these two years of fucking around. to be equals, to be his partner for the world to see. although, a tiny seed of doubt begins to sprout in the back of your mind â youâre not even sure if itâs true, if satoruâs just making empty promises to get you like this, to manipulate you into staying after messing everything up with your brother.Â
could he take care of you like suguru did? could you trust him to do that?Â
your jaw goes slack as gojo drags his hips back and forth, back and forth, the pretty blue veins wrapped around his cock running over your clit â stimulating you into a weakened stupor. milky droplets of pre glaze the length of your dripping cunt, satoru rubbing it in the more he grinds into you.Â
the dance of your bodies is toxic and never ending, the way you rock into each other in perfect harmony causing your dresser to delicately thud against your bedroom walls. âd-do you promise, âtoru?â you gasp, biting down on your lower lip hard enough to draw blood, as though to stop yourself from crying out loud from the electric current of pleasure he gives you. ây-you have to promise me.âÂ
silvery white brows knit together in the centre of satoruâs forehead, making him look pathetic. his hand forces itâs way between both of your tight and tangled limbs to grab hold of his bright red an, bulbous cockhead and circle it against your pulsating clit â dragging it up and down until it grazes your hole.
he damn near chokes on a glob of spit when you unconsciously clench around him â a loud simper bubbling up on the edge of his pretty pink lips. youâre quick to lean forward, practically slamming a hand over satoruâs eager mouth to keep him quiet.Â
âp-promise me.â you repeat wetly, panting out the syllables as his dick slots perfectly against your wetness â both of you move with vigour and hushed whimpers and moans, satoru chasing after your soused sex like a hungry animal. you feel like youâre going fucking insane beneath him, watching as his tie to sanity starts to dissolve into thin air just from the way your pissy drips all over him with treacle-like juices.
no one on this earth could make satoru gojo give this up. give you up. not your parents, not his, not your brother. heâd rather die than let another person have you in the way that he does right now, where you rut your hips into his in one fluid motion. even if his heart breaks and his muscles ache â he canâtâŠhe wonât stop giving you his all, wonât stop making you see fucking stars.Â
a pressure begins to build just above your pelvis â brought forth by gojo bullying your pleasure nub with his sopping dick. itâs obvious how close youâre getting, your puckered hole gushing all over him and clenching on nothing. but itâs not like the man above you is in a better state â youâve wrecked gojo, sent the man to high heavens and brought him back down to earth all at once. youâve shown satoru that heâs worthy of being loved, that heâs capable of doing the same. the realisation only adds to the intensity of your sinful movements underneath the watchful eye of the moon.Â
tears spring to his brilliant blue eyes, another clamorous sob breaking free from your hands over his mouth â making you clasp him tighter. everything is so intense and emotional, pleasure mounting like bricks for both of you. youâre shaky in one anotherâs hold, sticky against each other while your arousals lube everything up and make the whole ordeal wetter. it really does feel like a crescendo, the highest point of an orchestraâs song â where your bodies are the instruments played by one another.Â
âsatoru,â you repeat his name, warning him, begging him to focus through the thick fog of love, lust and desire clouding his brain.Â
âi-iââ gojo chokes down his feelings, slamming his other hand on the dresser behind you to trap you in underneath him â his hips never let up, however, roughly snapping into yours. âi promise. i promise, baby â always will, fuckinâ swear it.â he mumbles under his breath against the palm of your hand.Â
and thatâs all either of you need to hear for the dam to break.Â
gojoâs rhythm falters, his hips stuttering as he succumbs to you and he hits his high. he lets out a cry of your name so genuine it pulls at your heart strings and you slip under the surface of ecstasyâs ocean â letting it fill your lungs as you cum too. you screw your eyes shut with the white light that blinds you through your orgasm â afraid of what may lie on the other side of this world-ending sensation. you donât want the reality that awaits you. you donât want to have to wake up from this little dream youâve created with satoru.Â
speaking of, the white haired man collapses over you in a fit of shakes and shivers â ropes of his white seed coating your aching mound. thereâs so much for it, all caused by and for you. he doesnât stop rutting into you, even though itâs sensitive, but wraps his arms around your head just to comfort you through it. hugging you to him while you both come down.Â
heâs good to you, so good in this moment, but you have no idea if this will translate past tonight.Â
âcan i fuck you?â he asks through ragged breathing. âjust a little bit, wonât be long. just wanna make you feel good again, youâre so pretty when youâre moaning and feeling so fucking good on my cock.âÂ
you wince with overstimulation as satoru starts to rub his shaft against you all over again, working it up to another ripe and pulsating erection just for you. earlier, you had wished the night would last a little longer, so you could love him a little harder and here satoru gojo was â making all but one of your dreams come true. âh-hurry,â you whinge into his shoulder, your teeth sinking into the milky flesh as though to keep yourself quiet. âdonât make me wait.â
ânever baby, youâre too pretty for me to be patient,â in one fail swoop, satoru nudges his tip inside of you â instantly filling you to the brim with sticky, sloppy cock and drawing a needy gasp from you. âyanno, youâre so cute when you take my dick, such a beautiful baby. no one compares to you.âÂ
you know that he might just be running his mouth to fuck you sweet again, telling you all of the things you want to hear â but you canât help but want gojo closer and wrap your legs around his waist, using the heels of your feet to push him closer to the point where his cum-covered cockhead is brushing against your womb.
with fluttering eyelashes, your mouth falls into an âoâ shape and a silent mewl escapes you â it doesnât take long for your partner to fall into the perfect pace, fuelled by his desire to make you both cum again and his need to chase the stinging, delicious pain he gets from chasing overstimulation. âd-did you get tighter baby? youâre fuckinâ choking me out here,â satoru grunts against your sweaty hairline, ramming his hips into your clenching cunt that practically squirts a crude mix of your remaining orgasms. âyou gonna milk me? make me fill you up again?â
ây-yes! please satoruâŠdonât stop!â you whine in harmony with his moans as they rise in pitch â higher and higher until theyâre whistle tone, scratching tigers marks down his muscled back. the touch drives gojo insane, activating something primal in him to the point where you once again have to cover his mouth with wet kisses. if he didnât love you, then the simple gesture wouldnât cause him lose his tether to the real world fucking you like this.Â
if it was only a touch, why did it ruin him?
juices and thick waves of cum that had once coated your throbbing cunt now slosh over your dresser that dully thuds against your bedroom wall â over and over again the faster gojoâs hips pound into yours. the sound of skin on skin overwhelms all of your senses, youâre stimulated beyond belief and youâre crying from multiple placesâŠitâs almost too much for your poor ravaged body to handle.Â
âiâll n-never stopâŠfuuuck baby, as long as iâve got you. âm never stoppinââŠnever stoppinâ⊠n-neverââ your man chants, crying into your mouth and the hot lustful buzzing hair between you when grab his ass so that he can fuck you deeper. the slit at his cockhead is overloaded with viscous precum, smearing it along your inner and gushing ribbed walls â claiming your insides for the second time that night.Â
your hips run from the pleasure that you crave and that satoru gives to you â cross eyed and panting from above you like a wet dog. thereâs no need for him to run from you though, you wonât let him, not when he needs to be loved by you. someone who cares for satoru gojo despite all of his mistakes. Â
a creamy ring begins to form at the base of satoruâs swelling cock, all white and frothy from where heâs been churning your guts up lovingly â pounding his earlier orgasm inside of you as if to make it stick. your clit grinds against his smooth pelvis, dragging you by the ankle to another world-altering orgasm and his balls slap wetly against the curve of your fleshy ass.Â
satoru adjusts your body against the dresser so that the curve of your spine rests on the table and heâs able to hike your legs over his shoulders so he can bully that one special spot only he can reach. your knees meet your chest, breasts bouncing beneath them from the force of the white haired manâs chest. âg-god, youâreâŠyouâre fucking me too good,â you gargle, hands in his sweaty mass of silver hair as you tug gojo implausibly closer. âi wanna cumâŠare you there? c-can i cum, âtoru?â
pressing his forehead to yours, satoru nods feverishly. âright behind you, baby. where do you want it?â thereâs a fluid roll to your manâs hips, his cock dipping in and out of your fluttering entrance so fast and so good that youâre sure youâre about to lose consciousness. âhow about inside? how âbout you lemme leave somethinâ with you?â clear, thick strings tie your clenching pussy to satoruâs cum glazed shaft â glistening under the nightâs natural light. you canât wait for there to be more of him inside you. âtouch your clit for me baby, make yourself cum on my dick.âÂ
you do as your told, fumbling between your salt-licked entangled limbs for the little nub between your swollen folds. immediately pressing down on it, you find yourself tightening around gojo while he grinds harshly against your g-spot and moans breathily against your Cupidâs bow since your foreheads are still pressed together.Â
âs-saâŠsatoru! âmâŠiâm cumming!â one look at him, completely destroyed by you, is all it takes to send you flying to cloud nine â your stomach lurches and your eyes roll back into the dark depths of your skull as you cum one more time for your lover. clear streams of your essence squirt steadily from your cunt, bathing satoru in your orgasm while you succumb to overstimulation.Â
his tummy and thighs are doused in your precious liquid as you quietly scream his name â all of these senses serve to trigger his own orgasm. âcâmon, thatâs it little one. give it to me, i gotcha. want it all over me,â gojo smirks against your lips, peppering them with soft kisses while he wrecks and bullies your insides in an attempt to cum himself. âoooh, fuck. i love you, i love you, i love you.â
just like he promised, satoru gives you another hot load â failing to stop fucking you through either of your highs. he loses control of his hips, allowing them to languidly and uncoordinatedly rut into you â pushing his seed further up your silken walls until your cunt is covered in a layer of white. thereâs so much of it that white drips his balls and inner thighs, as well as down to your puckered asshole. maybe itâs a little crude if him, but satoruâs lengthy fingers gather what you leak and smears it against your lips â kissing you there, sucking your mixed flavours from your eager mouth.
itâs only while you calm down from your orgasms that things start to changeâŠdrastically.Â
even as satoru kisses your hairline and whispers praises against it, rocking you back and forth as you twitch with the aftershocks of your orgasm â the fear comes rushing back.Â
the post-orgasmic clarity hits.
the tears start flowing once more and you realise that youâre so, so tired of it all.
yellow and artificial light from down the hall seeps through the gap underneath your door, accompanied by footsteps. youâve no doubt that someone in your home is awake, maybe your mum going for her late night glass of water, your dad for the loo or maybe even suguru. for his flight. the light is glaring and illuminates your room â highlighting the nightâs mistake. satoru.Â
when the footsteps recede and the light dims down, you let out a breath you hadnât realised you were holding â your silent tears blooming into quiet hiccups that you have no control over. âh-hey,â he cups your face, wiping at your eyes just like your brother had done before shutting you out. âhey pretty girl, whatâs the matter? did i hurt you? was that too muchâ?â
slicing through gojoâs words, you find the strength to speak even if it hurts to reveal the truth. itâs like ripping off a bandaid, âhow do i know that you really mean all this? that youâre going to keep your promise, âtoru?â
âw-what?âÂ
âi canât do this!â you snap as loudly as your voice will allow you to. you donât want to wake anyone else up nor get caught by your brother with your pants down for the man who betrayed his trust. not to mention, nearly getting him to hate you. âyou promised to take care of me. just like suguru would, while we were basically having sex â how am i supposed to trust that?â it sounds crazy coming from your mouth, doubting satoru even after the intimate moments that youâve just shared. however, youâve been around this block with him too many times, you know the signs off by heart, youâve memorised the cracks in his resolve as if theyâre those in the pavement. the ones people tell you not to step on to avoid bad luck.Â
you feel unlucky, you feel played and naive. you saw all the warnings and wilfully ignored them because you liked the way satoru loved before he knew the weight of the word. âhow am i supposed to trust you?â you add, voice wavering.
satoru canât seem to find an excuse â maybe because his brain is too fucked out or maybe because heâs shocked that youâre not just blindly trusting him anymore. he always thought things would be easy with you, that this nightmare would be over quick⊠and youâd take him back just like that. perhaps the dinner was your wake up call. âi donât⊠i donât know, i justâŠâ he selfishly expects you to believe him. âyou know me. you love me and i love you, canât that be enough?âÂ
âyouâve never given me enough, satoru! itâs only now that youâre realising you want me as more than just your⊠your plaything! when iâm all you have left and suguru is gone with the wind!â you want to push him away but satoru is rooted in front of you, his presence sturdy unlike before. âyou say that you love me, and i think i believe itâŠbut itâs so hard to trust you. to not think that this is just an impulse.âÂ
âiâd wanna be with you even if suguru stayed, i always do. it kills me to be away from you!â satoru fires back, scrambling for somethingâŠanything thatâll make you see just how badly he means it when he says he loves you and wants you. that itâs not because heâs afraid of being alone. âi fucked this up, with you and with suguru. but iâve known for a long time that iâve wanted you, needed you to be mine and more than just a fling!âÂ
you look away, face twisting with pain. âiâŠi donât believe that.âÂ
âthen let me prove it,â the words rush right out of gojoâs mouth, faster than his brain can catch up â his anxiety spiking at the thought of you abandoning what you have together. abandoning him. âmove in with me, come with me. iâll get us a place in the city where your new job is, iâll get my dad to transfer me to a closer branch of Gojo Corp⊠just let me show you how much i want to make this work â even if it means losing suguru.âÂ
satoru grabs your chin and tilts your gaze back over to him â but you canât even look him in the eye.Â
instead, your face burns, hot as your vision swims with another wave of tears. âi need your honesty, satoru. no more empty promises, no more false hopes.â he can see it in you now, how exhausted you are with the game of cat and mouse youâve been playing all this time. you just want to be loved without constraint and satoru comes with so much baggage heâll only weigh you down when you try to fly from the nest. it wouldnât be fair. âi need you to choose. would you really give it all up for me? your reputation, your lifestyle, your best friend?âÂ
satoruâs wants to be selfish, desperately so. itâs all heâs ever known. taking and taking until his partner at the time is nothing but a husk of the person they once were. the difference this time is that he actually loves you, cares for you and would kill for you. heâs already taken so much from your youthful bright eyes.Â
he would hate to take your spark too.
so satoru gojo decides to weigh up his options.Â
either lose it all and keep you as his or lose you while the wounds heâs inflicted on everyone else heal.Â
if you love someone, then let them go. if they come back to you, theyâre yours.Â
âthen⊠then iâm sorry. for not being more honest. youâre right in every sense of the wordâŠi canât give this up,â gojo says simply, watching the light and hope in your eyes die out. âi think itâs best if we end it here and i let you go.âÂ
so reddit, AITA?Â
UPDATE - AITA (27M) FOR FUCKING MY BEST FRIEND'S (26M) LITTLE SISTER (22F)? hey reddit. long time no see, i got a lot of attention on this post and undoubtedly you all decided that i was the asshole. iâve done some work on myself and now i see that i was 100% in the wrong. iâll spare you the boring details, because i know thatâs not what youâre here for. i didn't want to leave anyone hanging, so hereâs a quick update on where the three of us are at, one year later. iâll start by saying â we broke up. i made the call so now sheâs seeing someone else, and itâs serious.Â
in another lifetime, satoru would have chosen to be with you.Â
heâs certain that in another wonderfully weird and wacky universe â nothing would have stopped you from being that happy couple you wanted to be so badly. suguru might have even accepted your relationship, or maybe he would have died and his final wish would have been for the white haired man to make you happy.Â
that is something satoru will never know. the idea comforts him whenever heâs left alone with his thoughts for a little too long.
however, this isnât another lifetime. this isnât a different universe. this is the reality where satoru gojo had broken up with you right after your graduation.Â
he did it so that he wouldnât come off as selfish â so that you had a chance to fix things with his ex best friend (and your brother) before it was too late. it was the least he could do after taking advantage of you, corrupting you against all of suguruâs wishes â but that didnât make gojo any better of a man nor a knight in shining armour. he was still a shifty guy.Â
still selfish, though, the decision was made with satoru still in mind.Â
the night heâd broken up with you obviously ended in tears. to you, it was the end of your life â losing your first love, and you couldnât even be blamed. you were only twenty two, your reaction was justified. suguru had been right in that sense, you were innocent and your heart needed to be protected, satoru had definitely taken advantage of that.Â
you were kind enough to let your then ex stay the night â as long as he was back in the hospital and gone by the morning. satoru never knew what transpired the next day, as you were quick to block him on everything, and you had every right.Â
he made his choice and his bed, now he had to lie in it too.
geto did leave, gojo knows that much, having seen his best friend take up work at a law firm in the US. geto had since been low contact with him. as did the rest of your family. again, it was for the best â even if it did hurt and cause gojo to bury himself within his fatherâs company, working himself to the bone every day just as a distraction.
through the grapevine of CEOs and higher ups, satoru learns that youâve followed in your brotherâs footsteps and made your way over to the land of the free. the magazine you worked for, Heavenly Pact, was getting ready to start an american edition and word had travelled that you were going to be the head of their new office on that side of the pond. gojo was proud, excited for you â you were excelling in your career all on your own, he was glad that he hadnât ruined that for you too.
being in the states from time to time, satoru often wondered if there would ever be a time where he ran into you. would you be happy to see him? would you even want to talk? what would he even say?
âiâm sorry for fucking you for fun and fumbling the bag â almost destroying your relationship with your brother when i caught feelingsâ wouldnât exactly fly well with you, he was sure.
it didnât end up mattering anyways, because when gojo does eventually bump into you during business hours â he almost doesnât recognise you. heâs in New York for some big, fancy corporate meeting about mergers and acquisitions, whatever his father had put into the file gojo was skim reading on his phone at the last minute, right before making his way up to the conference room.Â
the elevator taking him there stood about six floors shy of satoruâs destination and a young woman enters like a hurricane â bringing with her a whirlwind of paperwork and notebooks. âi-iâm sorry.â the young woman stutters from behind her pile of belongings, out of breath from seemingly running for the elevator. âcould you press the button for my floor? i would do it myself, butâŠâÂ
thereâs a strain in her voice that makes gojo chuckle to himself, reaching past her so that his fingertips brush over the cool and luminous buttons for each floor. âare you going up?âÂ
âdown actually⊠you?âÂ
âup âm afraid, but headed to the top floor. so this elevatorâs probably going to head straight down to wherever you need to be afterwards.â he offers up apologetically. he swears the tonation to her voice sounds familiar, itâs soft and sugarcoated notes stirring up a warm feeling in gojoâs tummy.
âthatâs fine by me, iâm running ahead of schedule anyway. floor eleven for me, please.âÂ
gojo does as heâs told, pressing the button for the eleventh floor â he has to reach past the woman in order to do so. his vigilant blue eyes catch a glimpse of the fashion photography stacked in her arms amongst sketches and other designs while the scent of her perfume strikes a dizzying recognition within the white haired man. undertones of vanilla with subtle floral scents make gojoâs stomach turn and light bulb memories of those precious two years flash behind tired cerulean eyes.Â
he knows you, he thinks, all too well.
he says your name under his breath as though heâs keeping a secret and you freeze â no longer sorting through the papers flying about the place. when you look up and your eyes meet, you feel like the world has stopped spinning and that itâs just the two of you, frozen in time.
âsatoru,â you breathe and quite plainly, as if youâre holding back any emotion you feel towards your exâŠbut then you smile, and itâs so vibrant satoru feels like he might go blind. not a trace of resentment in those big, beautiful brown eyes. âitâs been a while.âÂ
youâve changed a lot in only a year. while your face still holds its youthful innocence, except your eyes reflect growth and maturity â perhaps a little bit of exhaustion from how hard youâve been working on your new job. youâre still as beautiful as the day gojo left you, but perhaps even more so. your light glows instead of dulls, most likely because youâre free. heâs no longer holding you back with a jail sentence of his selfishness. youâve been able to live your life properly, just as someone your age should.Â
it would be wrong for him to interfere with your newfound happiness.
turning on his heel, satoru faces forward and avoids your gaze â continually repeating the mantra âsheâd be better off without you.â to stop himself from reaching out and touching you like he so desperately wants to. he misses you, that much is a fact, but that doesnât mean he no longer craves to be with you, breathe you in, be by our side.
satoru had let you go three-hundred and sixty-five days ago with the hopes of you coming back to him. Â
maybe this was it.
you donât take kindly to being ignored, leaning forward with your papers and files tucked securely against your chest in order to garner his attention. satoru adjusts his dress shirt, plays with his cuffs, inspects his surroundings â anything to avoid you and make a fool out of himself. or worse, mess everything up for you. his therapist had called his previous and past behaviours a self-destructive tornado â destroying everything in its path without regard.
he couldnât go back to that.
âgojo, donât pretend like i donât exist,â you pout in annoyance â reminding your ex all too much of the times you spent together at your dorms. âi see you and you see me. weâre adults, surely you can handle a conversation.â itâs your teasing tone that finally makes gojo cave, sparing you a starry, blue eyed glance.Â
he canât help the cocky chuckle that escapes him, almost slipping back into his old and familiar ways with you. âyou wanna talk to me that bad, huh? did you miss me or somethinâ?â itâs a condescending and patronising thing to say â almost as if heâs treating you like a child.Â
that makes you stand up right, heat rising to your cheeks at the familiar feeling â youâre not mad though. âi see youâre still as full of yourself as ever.âÂ
itâs satoruâs turn to pout this time, shifting his focus to a corner of the rising elevator . âh-hey! iâm working on it!â youâve never seen him so nervous, not in your entire life of knowing himâŠbut you suppose a lot can change in a year. youâre sure heâs different, just like you are. âyannoâŠtherapy ân stuff. it helps. helped.âÂ
âoh yeah?â you hum curiously, knowing that heâs making reference to your break up, losing suguru. you donât dare to press further, though. âme too.â the pair of you fall silent for a moment, sitting with the unaddressed awkwardness, the tension and unresolved feelings. âhowâŠhow are you? howâs things?âÂ
heâs surprised that youâve even asked, let alone want to talk to him after everything heâd put you through. itâs weird but also clear that youâd been working on healing too â whatâs a conversation between two adults then? âgood,â satoru starts, though heâs being far from honest. he misses you. âiâve been working to finally take over dadâs company. old manâs retiring, so i thought iâd play my part and be responsible for once.âÂ
you grin warmly at the news. âit sounds like youâre doing well, toru.â he nearly jumps at the familiar nickname, choosing not to respond. ânot that you asked, but iâm kind of in the same boat? theyâre putting me at a deputy managerâs position for my magazineâs new branch. iâm excited.â
âiâve heard,â the words rush from satoruâs mouth before he can stop them, feeling sheepish as you raise a brow at him. ânot that iâve been stalking you or anything! you hear things when youâre at the top!âÂ
âyeah, sure.â you tease, enjoying watching gojo squirm.
a question heâs not sure heâs allowed to ask sits on the tip of his tongue and satoru pushes it around in his mouth hesitantly. âhowâŠhowâs suguru?â
you perk up, tentatively choosing what to say next. âo-ohâŠheâs good? weâreâŠour relationship is better now. it took a lot of work, but heâs healthy and happy. i⊠i think he misses you sometimes but, heâs still not ready yet.âÂ
gojo nods once and chooses not to press about his ex best friend further. âand how are you?âÂ
âm-me? i thought weâd just went over thatââ
your ex turns to face you fully, a pleading look on his face that shocks you out of your casual stance. you can still see how much he adores you and cares for you, as if it never left his nature to want the best for you.Â
âare you happy?âÂ
he asks the loaded question like itâs easy to answer and you do have to think about it. are you happy? youâve been putting in the work to feel like that again, after breaking it off with satoru you were low. almost rock bottom. it was your first ever break up and it hit hard â not to mention you didnât have your older brother to fall back on at the time. you knew it was time to stop depending on others, it was time to grow your own spine. you took to therapy, you learned your triggers and icks and red flags. it took time and patience with yourself, but here you were, a year later and a little happier than when you saw satoru last.Â
âyeah,â you confirm with a shy nod, taking interest in your feet while you hide your smile. âiâm happy. with myself, my work and my partnerââÂ
partner?Â
ââyouâre dating someone?â gojo quips as the elevator dings for the floor just before his.Â
âahh yes! itâs still new but⊠he makes me happy. yuuta okkotsu, you might have seen him around? i hear his familyâs company and yours have done some work together.â you seem bashful as you talk about yuuta, someone you met through work, someone your age. a sense of pride in being together taking over you. you show him off and boast about him in a way that you wished gojo would have done for you.Â
the revelation nearly kills satoru â itâs like a bullet to the chest or a knife to his heart. envy bleeds from the open wound, pours down his front and taints his blood stream. it fucking hurts to know that youâve moved on to someone who treats you better than he ever couldâŠbut you deserve it. you were so good to him and to the world that it would seem like a crime for you to end up with someone who didnât love and appreciate you in the ways that they should.Â
that doesnât make him feel any better though, it makes him feel as though he might die.Â
when the elevator reaches the gojoâs floor â he falters in stepping out without saying goodbye or replying to you. he would be doing it to hurt you, and to be spiteful or petty. just like back then.Â
thereâs still so much that he wants to say to you â so many things he wants to fix but he canât shake the feeling that this was it. this was closure for the both of you.Â
as he exits, he whirls around with enough time to spare before the doors close on you, and this chapter of both of your lives â just catching your bewildered expression. âthank you, for everything,â gojo calls to you fondly, watching your previous expressions morph into something soft and appreciative. âiâŠi really did love you, and if i could go back and do those two years over again. iâd be better, for you. iâd love you, properly.âÂ
the doors to the elevator slowly begin to close and satoru steps forward at the same time as you â it feels like youâre sharing one last goodbye.Â
âi know,â you say without a trace of malice, a wistfulness in your voice. âiâm thankful to have been with you, because you taught me so much in such little time. iâd do it again, if we were better.â
a sad smile tugs at the cornerâs of gojoâs pink lips. âin another life?â
âin another life.â you confirm, mirroring his smile as the elevator finally seals itself shut â leaving him with his reflection on itâs cool, metal doors.
itâs a shame that you only have one life, and that there arenât any do overs. that way, everyone could live a life without regret â because gojo has his regrets, where he wishes that he loved you better, harder, moreâŠso that youâd come back to him and you would be his.
 always.
so redditors and other losers lurking on this thread. thatâs my update. i already know a lot of you are going to say that i deserve this â and i do. but iâm happy for her, for both of them and i wish them both all the best. whaddya say, am i still the asshole?Â
END.
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matters of the heart â Nanami K.
summary: finding out your ex-boyfriend wrote a novel detailing your relationship isnât how you expected this week to go and to make matters worse everyone on the internet now thinks your âcharacterâ is a total bitch. you decide to pay your ex a visit, but can you do that without succumbing to your natural urges? well, no!
tags: 18+(MDNI/blank blogs) slight porn with plot, oral (f! receiving), brief nipple sucking, daddy kink, creampie, i guess nanami is a bit toxic in this lol, nanami might also be a bit ooc in here
to the moaners: has this been sitting in the draft for about 3-4 months? yes! but happy birthday month, kento đ. artwork by @/_3aem (twt); @ryomens-vixen (this was the fic I mentioned a while back) word count: 5.6k (yuck), I don't really like this
Iâm going to kill him, that was the only thing on your mind once you closed out of the novel. Normally, your weekends were spent relaxing with a fruity bubble-gum colored cocktail but today was different. Shoko called your phone at exactly 9:26 am claiming it was time she divulged some news to you. At exactly 9: 28am, she sent you an online copy of a book titled, âMatters of the Heartâ and told you it was nothing but a two or three hour read and then to call once you finished.Â
The book had a slow start and it seemed pretty average, just any old love story. Lately, anything was getting published and it seemed that was the case here â wait, you paused your reading and sat up straight. No. Just no. Something just clicked for you which led you to completely start over from page one.Â
The moment you finished, at exactly 1:01 pm, you grabbed a salmon colored low cut shirt and light washed jeans, slipped on your white shoes and hurried to get into your car. You didnât need to call her phone because you were going to talk to her face to face; this situation warranted a real conversation. It was nothing but a 17 minute drive to Shokoâs house, so when you arrived at exactly 1:18 pm, her door was already open. âTheyâre bashing me, Shoko. Fucking bashing! How could he do this to me?â Were the first words that flew out of your mouth, holding your phone close to her face so that she could see the reviews.Â
âWell, itâs not like anyone would know itâs you.â She yawned, handing you a cup of water â probably because of how crazy you looked â before she ushered you to a seat on the couch. A golden brown blanket was lazily thrown on the seat, which she hurried to move. You sat down and faced her with a look of what Shoko could only describe as pure sadness. She had seen you like this many times before, all because of one person.Â
âYou did.â You sniffled with an eye roll, you couldnât help but feel uncertain. Reading this book only brought back more uncomfortable feelings towards the breakup and him. You thought that you were over him and the memories that the book produced made you question everything. One question remained which is: Why?
She giggled drily. âHey, I read all his works. Pseudonym or not. He canât hide from me. Plus, I know you both and everything that went on. I was there too, remember?â She mumbled the last part. âMaybe this was his way of coping?â
âItâs been years⊠and I heard heâs announced a sequel. Shoko, a SEQUEL! Itâll be released later this year.â You spoke in a shaking watery voice while she rubbed your back in an attempt of comfort. Your mind could only think of what the reactions would be to your character in the sequel⊠insecurities that you never knew were there flooded your mind.
âThere was enough material for a sequel? I thought he covered everythingâŠâ Shoko rubbed her chin and looked deep in thought. You just stared at her, she couldnât be serious. âSorry, ignore me.â She shook her head ignoring your stare.
âDo I even confront him over this? A-and how would that make me look, like I still check on him right? Iâll look crazy and bitter⊠which apparently I am. Oh and Iâm bitchy and a âtotal cuntâ as theyâre putting online.â He didnât know just how much you changed, he missed your growth. Rubbing your eyes, you ask:âWhy did you tell me about this? What made you take so long⊠I just donât understand.â
âWell, at first⊠I didnât think youâd care.â Moving a strand of her nut-brown hair out of her face, she continued. âThen about a month ago, I decided it was right to tell you, just in case someone else pieced it together.â
âGojo read it then, huh?â You mentally cringed at the thought. It was the only person you could think of whoâd be so crude about it. He knew how damaging the breakup was for you but not as bad as Shoko knows. Now, youâre just grateful that she told you before he did.
âYep, so I figured that I had to tell you before he did.â She clicked her tongue. âBut letâs just calm down before you make any rash decisions on how to handle this.âÂ
âHe wrote a fucking duality series about me, our relationship, our sex life and you want me to calm down? Are you listening to yourself? This is a serious matter. I am being called a bitch, a slut and more on Goodreads and multiple websites, reviews, etc. and he didnât even have the audacity to give me a heads up. You had to call me.â You let out an unladylike snort.âWhy couldnât he stick to his mystery novels? Wasnât he doing good at those?â
âWriter's block.â Shoko said in a singsong-like voice. âHe hadnât written a mystery book since you two broke up and then⊠he alerted his supporters he wanted to switch things up and then⊠that was that. Ladies loved it, a big hit. By the way, if you two were really fucking like that I need to seââ
âShoko, now is not the time!â Your face felt hot all over, your mind racing. âI just canât believe this.â You wrapped your arms around your body and squeezed, giving yourself one big squeeze. It was hard not to cry but you could feel it all in your throat.Â
âIâm sorry. If it makes you feel any better, I donât think his intentions were to make you feel bad.â She hugged you to her chest, pressing a small kiss to the crown of your head. âI think he still loves you. I mean, isnât this book proof? After all these years, he wrote about you.âÂ
âIâm sure he moved on by now.â You whispered, your eyes growing tired already and the day had barely started. âI just need to lay down. I need to rest.â Your mind seemed to finally grow calm and your breathing steady, a small hiccup now in your throat but with a gulp of water, you were better.
âJust stay here. I donât trust you to be alone right now.â Shokoâs voice drowned out as sleep overtook you, you could only feel her warmth as she held you and honestly it was all you needed at this moment, Shoko always made you feel safe and you couldnât thank her more than enough for that right now as you slept.
You were a light sleeper, it was always something that Nanami pointed out about you. He always said how he felt like he couldnât leave the room while you slept even if it was to use the bathroom afraid to wake you. He knew how important sleep was to you and heâd risk having a bladder infection if you got all 8 hours that you required. Nanami was sweet and caring like that.Â
You didnât think youâd break up with him ever. He was the one for you and he always made that clear. He pampered you and even after the breakup â though you didnât need it â he left you with a check for five thousand dollars, saying it was for his half of the lease for the next few months.Â
The breakup was brutal for you. You almost quit working entirely. Shoko was the only person youâd confined into and the only friend you left to check in on you especially when you didnât want to leave the house. She brought you groceries and helped you shower until you finally were able to get up again.
Though it was hard to believe, it was Nanami who broke up with you. You thought it was a joke, a cliche little joke.Â
âBaby, Iâm not joking.â His voice was quiet and husky, he spoke as if he was going to cry. âI just need some time to myself. I need to figure out if this is what I want. You donât have to wait for me, you just keep on living your life and being happy. But⊠I think itâs time we let this go.âÂ
You didnât cry in front of him. You didnât cry when he packed his things up. You certainly didnât cry when he shut the door, leaving his key on the table because you knew he was joking. He had to be. But when you called him and his number was disconnected and you were blocked on any form of social media⊠that was when you broke down and cried.Â
It happened out of nowhere. You overanalyzed every aspect of your relationship for where you went wrong. You wrote down every conversation you could remember and dissected it word by word. You watched every video and picture you had of the two of you looking for a bit of regret or anything on his face. You read every text message, looking for malice. He said he needed time to figure out if he wanted this but he always made it clear that he did and even that he was looking forward to having kids together, you two had even gone ring shopping months ago.Â
You didnât sleep and when you did, it was only for 4 hours and sometimes barely that. Your heart had an ache in it and the tears wouldnât stop. You could only think why wasnât I enough?
When you opened your eyes Shoko was still holding you and a small smile grew on your lips. âThank you Shoko.â You knew if you could count on anyone, it was always going to be her. She was the one who pieced you back together and made sure that life didnât destroy you and you couldnât help but to be grateful.Â
âOf course. âM going to let you spend the night here, okay? Letâs get some takeout and watch your favorite movies, howâs that sound?â She knew the way to your aching heart like the back of her hand.Â
âIt sounds amazing!â You stretched your arms out wide, leaning off of her and sitting up. âShould we start with Uptown Girls or Legally Blonde?âÂ
It took two days before you confronted him. Shoko was adamant about not giving you his address and you were tempted to get it from her phone. But luckily, you wore her down, she was probably tired of you bringing him or his book in every conversation. So now you stood there, nerves washing over you in waves.
The mahogany colored door stared at you â mocked you â and you returned the glare before you knocked on it, hard. This was just a door and you were angry at the person behind said door, not the door itself.Â
It was almost like he was waiting on you because the door unlocked and opened. He even stepped aside to let you in, quiet. His straw-colored hair was parted differently and he even looked taller or broader â you couldnât completely tell â but he looked different⊠seemed different. The atmosphere around him made your stomach clench and it made you mad; why did it feel like only you suffered from the breakup? Here he was â strong and tall â and you were nothing or rather the same.
âYou wrote a romance erotica novel about our relationship?â It was what you practiced saying before you got out of your car â making sure your voice didnât tremble â this time, it didnât.Â
âWell, hello to you too. Even after three and a half years, you still like to get straight to the point.â He grinned, putting a hand on your back to guide you to a seat on his couch. âI must ask, what makes you think itâs about you?â He does a slight laugh and raises his brow.
âWe have the same initials, almost the same name. Are you kidding me?â You retort, folding your arms across your chest. You tried to ignore the fuzzy feeling in your chest that occurred when you heard his voice after so long, hearing him and seeing that damned smile⊠your nose scrunched up.
âSorry, I just didnât know you kept up with me⊠with my booksâŠâ He muttered, glancing your way, a demure look in his amber eyes. âShould I be flattered?â Almost in an instant, he turned on a slight cockiness to himself, though his body language showed his nervousness â his thigh bouncing a bit and his fingers tapping on the couch handle. A light sense of relief filled your system knowing that you werenât the only one being affected by this.
âI donât.â You inhaled deeply. âShoko told me about it and then, I checked it out.â Fiddling with your fingers and even picking at your nails, that was your tell all sign of nervousness and right now you were engaging in it more than ever before.Â
âI wanted to tell you or rather, to ask you. I know you got the voicemails I sent last yearâŠand then you kept dodging my calls.â He tells you, you could feel his eyes on you â or more so your fingers⊠the nasty habit that he had finally got you to stop all those years ago rushing right back in an instant.
âWriting a book to trash me and our relationship⊠to make you look like some sort of⊠ugh, like youâre so amazing and Iâm just shit. Yeah, that certainly got my attention.â If you were coming off bitchy or rude right there, you couldnât care less especially when there were worse things that you couldâve said or even couldâve done at this moment. You really wanted to slap him.Â
âIs that all you got out of it?â He asks with his head low, almost as if he was admitting defeat or as if he couldnât believe you came up with something so trivial.Â
âWas there anything else to get?â You counter, shifting your body towards him. Maybe it was best that you sat down and actually listened to the author and his interpretations of his work.
âHow about that I love you regardless of any flaws⊠how about I find your stubbornness and attitude sexy and how I knew this breakup would be good for you. I was holding you back. I mean, I heard you got promoted 3 times since we broke up⊠I just felt like I was changing you, hindering your growth. I needed to reflect on myself and this book helped that.â He tapped his fingers against his thigh, yet another sign of his anxiousness. âBelieve it or not, I still care about you. No matter what happened between us.â
âWhat happened? You mean when you decided to just leave? You could've told me everything you just told me and I wouldâve understood better. We couldâve talked and came to a compromise. You donât understand what you put me through after it.â You were close to tears but you straighten your posture and sniffled, it was best not to think about what happened before. âI just needed a bit of closure too, I guess thatâs why I came. I just was caught off guard. You couldâve knocked on my door or something, forced me to answer⊠forced me to talk.â
He met your eye for the first time since you came over. âYou wouldnât have listened,â He huffs. âDidnât I mention how stubborn you are? Plus, I meant what I said. I needed time to myself and I think we both did.â
âI guessâŠBut Nanami, this book was too much. A letter wouldâve been fine if you needed closure, donât you think?â You see his lips quirk up a bit before he licks them, trying not to laugh it seems.
âMy publisher got a hold of some of the documents where I was just going over things, writing here and there. She loved the idea⊠plus Iâm in a contract for six books so I had to put something out soon, it had already been a year.â He told you, sitting his chin on top of his knuckles. âI honestly didn't mean to hurt you. I was writing for fun⊠reminiscing about us and then later down the line, I realized I was writing because I wanted you to read it, I just didnât exactly know how to get you to since you were very adamant on avoiding me, which is understandable. But regardless, I didnât think itâd get on the bestseller list or for the reviews to get so harsh.â He admits, reaching for your hand before his hand froze in midair and he stopped himself, choosing instead to put it behind his head.
âIs there anyway you can stop the sequel from being published then⊠since you got my attention after all this time?â You asked, putting your most dazzling smile on, hoping to sway him.Â
âI can talk to my publisher. Everythingâs in print and materials are already done⊠but Iâll try to see if I can stop production.â His adamâs apple bobbles when he does a harsh swallow. âAre we⊠okay? Do you forgive me?â
The question made you pause. He always made it hard for you to not forgive him; it took one look or a smile and a small explanation and it made it easy to fall in love with him all over again, no matter what he did⊠it seems. But it made you ask yourself: Were you too easy? Did you really forgive him? It was thoughts like that swirling around the corners of your mind. You wanted to forgive him, he was just writing and telling a story⊠but it was your story, not just his. Using this for your attention when he couldâve written about anything else, he didnât have to. Were you just ready to forgive him because you still loved him?Â
You hadnât realized how deep in thought you were until you felt the couch dip and even then, your mind was still spirling.âYou donât have toâŠâ His voice brings you out of your thoughts, his body so close to yours that it was getting hard to breathe. He still smelled the same; citrus and woodsy and it was easy to get yourself sucked back in.Â
âSo you can write another book about my stubbornness?â You give a quiet giggle, scooting a bit away from him, seeing him frown from the corner of your eyes. You didnât want to fall back but he made it all so simple. It was easy and you were already falling back on him and you didnât need that⊠Did you?
âBabyâŠâ Your body buzzed and hummed, turning to him with wide eyes. âIâll do anything I can to make this right. Anything for you to forgive me⊠If they canât stop publication, what can I do to make us right?â He was doing more than a gaze, he was full on staring and from how close he was it was hard to avoid.Â
âNanami Iââ You stopped yourself. You couldnât really think of anything he could do but you could think of several unhealthy things you could do to ruin your progress on going over him. He had betrayed you and made you a laughing stock so why are you stuck thinking about forgiveness when you should be leaving.
âI never stopped loving you.â His fingers traced up and down your pants but his eyes stayed on yours. âI never thought about anyone but you⊠I never slept with anyone⊠itâs always been you. But, I understand what I put you through and Iâll apologize every second until you forgive meâŠâ The blond man who you never saw shed a tear looked more than close to it. âBut just please⊠forgive me.â
âIâm sorry, honest.â He tries again after being met with absolute silence. âJust⊠let me show you, okay?â His breath tickles your face for a second and when you look into his cocoa brown eyes, you feel everything you once felt again.
Memories of good times dulls out the odd feelings in the pit of your stomach â the confusion and pain â instead are replaced with joy. The trip to Malaysia where he rubbed sunscreen on your entire body and laid back to read a book and you watched as his eyes kept drifting to you while you played in the cerulean water; how you kept begging him to come in until he complied and how eventually in the early hours of the morning when you wanted another dip, he fucked you twice â once in the golden lush sand and another in the cool ocean water.Â
His face is in your thighs and you couldnât help but feel better, feeling his breath fanning so close to your pants covered pussy, your body felt scorching hot. Heâs grumbling, âWill you let me make it up to you? Will you let me show you how sorry I am?âÂ
You mustâve nodded because he was already unbuttoning your pants and helping you lay back, pulling your shirt up just a bit to see your perky tits â he mustâve remembered how you never wore bras unless you felt it was necessary, which was mainly work or any important events.Â
He blew a bit on your hardening nipples before he took one into his mouth â playing biting them with a smug look on his face before he began licking around your areolas and kissing around the swells of your breast. He doesnât say anything but he looks deep in thought as he kisses down your body, his fingers scraping down your sides as he works your pants and your panties all the way down. Bringing his head up for a minute, he looks in your face. âI love you.â He says it simply, heavy emotions swirling in his brown eyes.
Removing your pants and underwear completely from your body, he spreads your thighs and looks over your body â a trimmed low pretty bush sits between your thighs and it makes him smile, he always loved seeing the curled hair on your delicate lower lips. He spreads your pussy, watching the skin stretch with a deep smile on his face. You could feel yourself ⊠the wetness leaking down under your body and it made you cringe, but the way he was staring at you made the insecurities vanish. âAll this for me?â He takes a tentative lick before he slurps, clutching your hips. âI know you like to run⊠but I need you to stay put, got it?â It was hard for you to listen to him, your head already fuzzy and the thoughts swirling around were only about him, nothing more.Â
Then your body bucks up, âWaitâ!â A broken moan escapes your mouth when he presses a soft wet kiss to your clit. Nanami had always been gentle and very careful whenever he ate you out; making sure his tongue was wet enough and that he wasnât too rough. His tongue was wide enough to make your back arch, your body leaving the couch when it finally hit your clit and he gave you no time to recover before he peeled back the hood, sitting the tip of his tongue there and rapidly flicked at the bud.Â
Hearing the lewd squelching noises coming from the mixture of your cunt and his mouth made you close your eyes, squeezing them shut tightly. He spits before he licks it up and down your aching slit, nudging his tongue inside only slightly, much to your dismay. Youâre gasping every second when more of his tongue slips in and out of your pussy; sliding a bit more each time and it makes your thighs shake. When he finally slips his entire tongue inside of you, curling it just enough that you can feel it everywhere, your legs attempt to close up around his head. âPleaseâ âm so⊠sooâohâŠâ His fingers join in on the fun and in small sloppy circles he rubs your clit, pressing down on the pearl while his tongue continues flicking inside of you. The split second that you open your eyes, his are already on yours and it was that moment, that made your body tense up and for you to cum.Â
It happens fast, clear sticky wetness leaks out of you and Nanami still tries to get more of it on his tongue, catching anything that drips and sucking on your folds. âAlways so fucking goodâŠâ He mutters, spreading you again and smearing more of your slick on his face by shaking his head between your thighs, so that heâs completely covered in you.Â
When he moves his head, embarrassment comes over you, looking at his wet face⊠even his forehead was wet and you couldnât bring yourself to meet his eyes. âNothing to be embarrassed about, baby but⊠Iâll be right back, stay wet for me.â
Your heart hammers against your chest, lying there on this now wet couch. You didnât come over here for this and yet here you are⊠about to get fucked and really, it was no turning back now. Youâd been on dates with men after Nanami but they never lasted past the second date and you certainly hadnât had sex in a while, but he made you come apart like it was nothing. Â
But then again, Nanami knew your body⊠so of course this was a walk in the park for him. It honestly annoyed you right now, you couldnât even make yourself cum half the time especially these last few years and now, barely an hour here and he has you right where he wanted you⊠bare and practically back in love with him.
Nanami came back with a fresh face and unbuttoned pants that he was currently pulling down. You clenched around nothing, your mind thinking only of the perfect dick that was going to be coming out of those pants. You licked your lips, this would be the first dick you saw in years and it was his.Â
His drooling cock slapped his stomach and you swallowed, your mouth felt unreasonably dry. The length of his cock always impressed you, standing tall at seven and a half inches, he shakes with laughter which snaps you out of your daze. âNow let me look at you.â His whispers and even though he already saw you, both years ago and right now, you canât help but feel hot all over again. Heâs staring â drawing his eyes down every inch of your body â focusing on your breast before getting to the stare of the show yet again. He smirks, laying you back down, pressing his body against yours to kiss you.Â
Your breath was caught in your throat, his tongue still tasted of you and his hands cups your jaw. Heâs gentle, his tongue moving around your mouth messily before he stops, saliva breaking apart when he does so. His fingers make a ghostly featherlight touch on your clit that makes you jump, the head of his cock at your entrance. He holds out his hand, close to your mouth. âSpit.â Gathering up some, you spit in the palm of his hand and stroke it along his length, huffing at the sensation.Â
He pushes in, taking his time to work himself inside of you, a strained expression on his face. Hips pulled back, he focuses more on just the tip of himself fucking you, watching your pussy stretch with just the tiniest bit of resistance. Inching himself inside, you watch his torso flex and he groans, obscene noises plop and plap around the apartment, his heavy cock pushing in and out of you, your toes curling.Â
âPussy still mines, right? Didnât give it away, did you?â Youâre struggling to talk - to fucking breathe - your eyes rolling back and your jaw slacked but you babble out a soft ânoâ which makes him finally thrust in you harder, completely bottoming out. You feel him in your belly, feeling full and embarrassingly wide with him stretching you out, his balls sitting on the crest of your ass before he moves.Â
He moves you a bit, your bodies flush to each other and he moves his hips in harsh circles, his pelvis so close to your clit. His hands on your calves, he pushes your legs so that they rest on his shoulders, your knees touching your ears makes you tighten up and he groans above you.
âNanami I-â You call out, eyes closed with pleasure shaking through your core, wetness slapping between the both of you.Â
âNanami? No, call me what you used to call me.â His hips slowed down, a whine escaping your lips. His cock dragging inside of your walls, pulling out slowly, awaiting your response.Â
âPleaseâŠdonât slow down, Kenââ before the word even left your lips, his hand slapped your cunt, leaving your legs shaking a bit and your eyes snapping open. Drops of tears run down your cheeks and you sniffle, reaching for him⊠you couldnât help but feel so small in his presence.
âSay it.â Then, you knew what he meant. A name that now feels foreign in your brain and even when it leaves your mouth, it comes out in a strange rattled whimper.
âOh, oh⊠daddy, âm sorry. Please, keep fucking me. Itâs so goooood!â Heâs grinning before the words leave your mouth.
âStill my good girl huh? Always so fucking good for daddy.â He licks up your neck and it makes you tremble, your tongue lolling out a bit and he moves to suckle on it. âDid you skip over all those sex scenes or did you rub this pussy out to them?â He asks, his fingers digging in the back of your thighs.Â
You choked out, sobbing, âI did, daddy⊠But I-I donât want to remember everything.âÂ
âYou donât remember all the words I used to describe this cunt? This pretty pussy? That changed his life⊠my life? That made him always crawl back? That made him so fucking hard? The pretty words I used to describe you? To describe how pretty she always looked when he fucked her? How his heart felt like it was going to explode when she looked at him too long because he loved her so damn much?â Heâs groaning in your ear, thrusting into you, his depth reaching your g-spot, your pussy spasming and begging for his cum at every word he uttered.Â
Pumping himself inside, you could see the white creaminess that was on his cock, most likely because of you, he was constantly fucking the cream inside of you, your nails digged into his arms and he moaned at the feeling. Your stomach tightens and you move to push him away, âIâm going to câcum!â You felt him throbbing inside of you, signaling that he was close too. âPlease, cum inside of me⊠I canât take it.â You couldnât stand it any longer, itâs been years and you needed him to fill you up. He stopped for a moment, changing positions so that youâll be sitting on his lap, grabbing your hips and forcibly bouncing you on his dick, dangerously slow.Â
Wetness gushes on him as his tip hits you from a new angle, seeing the outline of him in your tummy, heâs stretching you again with each nasty thrust. Each drag of his cock making you go crazy and the aching between your legs continue, your body shaking and both of you moaning loudly and over each other.Â
Finally, your orgasm rattled and shook your entire body, your pussy sucking him in, milking him for all heâs worth and it makes his body shake and he releases inside of you, trying to stay quiet as his body jerks up, unable to stop himself from fucking you through both of your orgasms.
Itâs quiet for a while, just heavy breathing with you laying on his chest. âI love you tooâŠâ Your voice is scratchy and your face tear stained. He doesnât say anything, his cock still pulsing inside of you.
âI know. I love you too, never stopped.âÂ
âDid you at least read the acknowledgements or did you just dive right in?â
âI never read the acknowledgements for books, thought you wouldâve remembered that.â You watch him get up, walking around the living room, looking for something. You were both still naked and the entire room smelled of sex.Â
âI did remember that and when you barged in my door, I already knew that you still hadnât changed when it came to that. Here, read this part right here.â He brings you over a copy and you run your fingers around the softback cover with a small smile on your face; this silly thing had brought you both back together and right now you could give less than a fuck about those reviews.Â
Feeling the spine of the book, you open it and can practically smell the scent of an unopened new book. Turning the first few pages, you go to the one page acknowledgment and read it aloud: âShe might not read this book. But if she does, by chance. I hope she knows that I still love her.â You wiped your eyes and smiled. âYouâre an asshole, you know?â
He lets out a hearty laugh, âI know baby.â Kissing the top of your head, he gets up and grabs his phone from the kitchen counter and you follow him. âI think I have enough material to write a third book now.â He grabs his phone and starts typing, his eyebrows furrowed as if he was deep in thought. Attempting to grab his phone he chuckles and uses his height to his advantage by standing taller.
Standing on the tips of your toes you snort, âDonât even joke about that!â But a smile takes over your face and he canât help but smile too.Â
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