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#love this for Nils#just look at them#the way they look at each other#they're so in love#hands down their best interaction ever#also August is literally right there and yet he only really focuses on Vincent#and the smile Vincent gives him#that's love#nilcent#young royals nils#yr s3 spoilers#young royals vincent#young royals august#young royals season 3#soft Vincent is the best Vincent
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Homestuck ships can so easily be "experts warn that polycule could expand to cover all of seattle" style, but then that sucks so much bc nobody else ships it but you
Nepeta: :33 < This is my moirail Equius, and his matesprit Karkat, and Karkat's boyfriend Dave, and their girlfriend Jane
#LIKE HOW PERFECT WOULD THAT SHIP BE#Movie nights would be absolute hell. None of these bitches can shut up for a movie except Equius and#he would be busy holding Nepeta back so he can't take out Karkat's eye over shipping disagreements#like Jane/Dave/Karkat (all dating) is the amazing and (qpr) Nepeta/Equius mixed with (romantic) Equius/Karkat is THE best dynamic#so just throw those together and you get perfection + Equius and Dave's interaction in cannon is great already#I wanna see them all thrown in a hive/house and just see how it works#I wanna see Nepetaâ Janeâ Equiusâ and Dave all painting their nails together on the floor (Karkat's off reading a book somewhere nearby)#Nepeta and Jane are the only ones who actually know what they're doing so they end up painting Equius' and Dave's too (respectively)#Equius DOES try to paint his own at first but his fine moter control still isn't that great rn (though he's getting better)#so he keeps getting it all over his actual hand.#When he starts to get anygry and frustrated after so many mistakes is the point where Nepeta offers to help him#He ends up getting nails that /SO/ do not fit his color scheme (bc he didn't actually request any color and she just did what she wanted)#but he doesn't complain. He just looks at her handiwork fondly bc how could he ever be upset over something she so lovingly did for him?#Also Karkat helps Nepeta rearrange her shipping wall. He thinks all of her choices are incorect and complains the whole timeâ but it's one#of those things he'll do while grumbling when it's a ''Hey this is weirdâ though it makes my weirdo happy so fiiiiiiiiiiiine''#Dave annoys Equius to death but they're still friends.#Just with a bit more insults and degrading comments that Equius will apologize for later when things settle down.#I mean it's not like they don't have super fun times between themselves tho. You've seen their conversation when Dave got the broken sword#Also Equius was canonically attracted to Dave during that conversation so like.....#And unrelated to that: If Karkat and/or Dave are ever having a fight with John they bake shit to annoy him#Everyone prefers when Karkat's the one to do it though because Dave ''Doritoes is a food group'' Strider makes the house smell like smoke#while Karkat's baking is only ever sugary goodness#It's an easy way for the God of Wind to lower the house's temperature by like 40° but who the fuck cares when there's cookies and/or cake.#*Jane (<- It think. I'm p sure I put ''John'' on accident but tumblr wont let me see my tags in full anymore so I can't tell)#On second thoughtâ I believe Jane only dislikes cake and Betty Crocker stuff specifically#but fuck it we're already in au land so why not add more hcs to the mix#url rambles
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ᯠᥣđŠ yuji gets dizzy too easy. gentle touches that should have been seen as innocent⌠laced, heavy, interwoven with the suggestion of something more salacious.
your pretty, manicured fingers resting along the curve of muscle that denoted his gentle strength planted like it belonged there. wondering what if would feel like if you squeezed, actions inhibited in between throws of pleasure.
âyuji?â you sing songed at him, wondering where he went when he looked off into the distance. pouting with the need to have his attention at all times. sugary sweet, a toothache just waiting to happen.
âmmm?â your best friend answered back, trying to keep the facade that everything was okay in his head. smiling like he wasnât just thinking about the heat of your cunt.
âwhere do you go?â you giggled, the hand that had been subconsciously squeezing his bicep slotting itself between the space of his arm and body. pulling yourself in as close as possible, too used to prancing around him. bouncyâŚ
the singular restraint of not spilling the fact that he fantasized regularly about the shape of your body squeezed down between the space of his hips and bed formed a sharp twitch to his brow.
âno where. âm right here. do you want ice cream?â he suggested, needing something cool to keep the simmer down. lips curling into a smile when he saw the enthusiasm behind your reaction. eyes wide and twinkling while you nodded your head.
âplease! how many scoops can i get?â you inquired, pressing your head to his bicep as a thank you. his hummingbird heart mirroring your own flutter.
scoffing at the question, like he would ever deny you anything.
âas many as you want.â yuji stated. huffing in annoyance with the fact that he would have to trek forward while his cock head pressed uncomfortably against his waistband. a recent addition to his preparation in your hang outs, knowing it would swell the second he saw you. tortured with the fact that he was such a big pervert, priding himself in protecting you- tugging you away from interactions where he could smell less than pure intentions.
stomach twisting with the fact that the type of men he shooed away was standing right next to you.
#yuji#yuji x reader#yuji smut#yuji x reader smut#jjk smut#jjk yuji#jjk itadori#yuji itadori#jujutsu yuji#yuji x y/n#yuji x you#itadori yuuji#yuuji x reader#yuuji x y/n#yuuji x you#yuuji smut#yuuji x reader smut#jjk x y/n#jjk x you#jjk x reader#jjk#itadori smut#itadori x you#itadori x reader#jujutsu itadori
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iâm begging you for some nsfw hcs with wade & logan
i NEED more info about jealous sex with them specifically
please and thank you đđ
Jealousy Sex - Logan Howlett & Wade Wilson
Pairing: Logan Howlett x reader (no pronouns are used but has a pussy) x Wade Wilson
Genre: smut/nsfw
CW: poly! relationship, jealousy, possession, scent kink/scenting, taunting & humiliation, oral, double penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, AFTERCARE
omg of course!! the two of them being jealous over you would be such a handful >~< id love to write a full length of this sometime too!! thank you for the request lovely đ
these two are such a handful when theyâre jealous
Logan has no patience for other men getting in your personal space
if some other guy is talking to you too long or starting to get a little too close
he comes and stands behind you, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your neck
heâll make a big show of it too, sucking at your skin and breathing in your scent
âdâya smell that? hm?â
you scrunch your eyebrows together, wondering whatâs about to come
âthatâs my scent. mine. all fuckinâ over ya.â
heâs dragging you upstairs to the nearest locked bedroom before you can even react
sex with him while heâs jealous can go either way depending on just how riled up he is
sometimes itâs deep and intimate, going until youâve forgotten the rest of the world
or itâs rough and hard and biting, until your head is spinning and his name is the only thing you can remember
heâll have you face down in the pillows, his grip on your hips so tight you swear heâs using his claws
his cock bullies so deep inside of you that tears form in your eyes and you have to wind your hands into the sheets to keep from screaming
and once you throw Wade into the mixâŚ
Wade does NOT get jealous easily & even if he does, he just jokes it off
it would take a lot to get him going & god help you if he does
heâll swoop in when someoneâs hitting on you and press himself in real close
not nearly as showy as Logan but heâll make real good eye contact with them and call them out for it
âi know i knowâ heâll kiss the side of your head. âso fuckable, right?â
heâll have you propped on the counter of the nearest bathroom, his face stuffed between your legs in an instant
heâs holding your legs open with ease & relentlessly licking your poor, overstimulated clit
every time you try to shuffle away or close your legs heâs pushing them further apart
âahahah, not yet baby. if you can still move then I havenât done my job right.â
when theyâre together & jealous?? youâre not leaving that room for hours and theyâre going to fucking ruin you
theyâll have you whining and overstimulated long before either of them slip inside of you
they take turns over who gets to eat you out, the other holding your legs open and mumbling a tantalizing mix of praise and degradation in your ears
theyâre both dirty talk kings
by the time Logan slips his cock through your folds, your legs are already shaking
youâre moaning so damn loud that Wade has to shove his cock in your mouth to keep the people at the party from hearing
the two of them can go for hours thanks to their regeneration and if you think youâre getting out anytime before thatâŚ
once youâre nice and fucked out in Loganâs arms, Wadeâs sliding his cock inside of you and then theyâre both fucking you
they get SO caught up in the moment trying to one up each other tooâthe only thing they can agree upon is that youâre theirs
when the night is over, youâll be stuffed to the brim with cum and half-conscious, fucked out on the bed
theyâll clean you up nice and good though
Wade is the best ever at aftercare, heâll always have water and a warm cloth for you (or in this case, a tshirt he stole from the closet)
meanwhile Logan will massage your aching muscles and shaking limbs, kissing your feverish skin
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if you enjoy content like this, interactions go a long way! i appreciate every like, comment & reblog i receive ^^
#deadpool#Wolverine#deadpool and Wolverine#Deadpool x reader#deadpool x you#wolverine x reader#wolverine x you#Wade Wilson x reader#wade Wilson x you#Wade Wilson#logan Howlett x reader#logan Howlett x you#logan Howlett#deadpool Headcanons#Wolverine Headcanons#Wolverine smut#deadpool smut#logan Howlett Headcanons#Wade Wilson Headcanons
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CAUGHT
You don't know when things changed or why, but at some point, you started to run not because you wanted to escape but because you wanted Sukuna to catch you.
King of Curses!Sukuna x Reader (female). 3k words. 18+, smut, dubcon/noncon in the beginning because Reader was given to Sukuna as a gift against her will. Later it turns into primal play, which both enjoy. Getting chased and caught by Sukuna, rough sex, light choking, Sukuna bites Reader, creampie, squirting, breeding. Sukuna is portrayed in human form (only two arms etc). Minors don't interact. Dividers by me.
This story is inspired by this beautiful fanart by my lovely friend @sweetlandspos. Thank you for blessing me with this sexy picture!
Your breath comes out in soft puffs as you run light-footedly through the forest, only wrapped in a thin, almost see-through white silk robe. The skin on your arms is raised in goosebumps, but not because you are cold. It's the thrill of the chase, anticipating the big, terrifying King to catch you and take you. The thrill of not knowing when exactly he hunts you down and overpowers you. Your lips open in an excited chuckle. Your nipples are stiff and rub against the delicate fabric of your robe. Desire is pulsing hotly between your legs.
You have lost count of how many times you have already run from Sukuna, only to get captured again and brought back to his shrine.
In the beginning, you ran because you were truly trying to escape from this powerful, scary man you had been given to as a gift. Ryomen Sukuna, The King of Curses. The most powerful sorcerer to ever live. Everyone groveled in fear when Sukuna visited a town. He could easily kill anyone and ground the whole place to dust with just a flick of his hand. So, people tried to please him by offering their loyalty, making sacrifices in his name, and bringing him gifts.
And you were one of those gifts.
The only daughter of your town's most prosperous merchant. Your father has always been someone who knows how to negotiate, and he took his chance when he saw Sukuna marching toward your town. He had you dressed up in your most beautiful clothes, your skin adorned with gold and jewels, and then you were led toward the man known as The King of Curses.
Sukuna was pleased with the gift. He placed a large, strong hand on your upper arm and pulled you to his side as a broad smirk spread over his striking features with the black markings. He took you with him and told you he would make you his little bride one day if you behaved well enough. Until then, you would be his favorite pastime.
Your town still stands. No blood was shed. The only sacrifice that was made was you.
Maybe it was selfish, but you were scared of this powerful, cruel man and angry that your father had just offered you to Sukuna as if you were a thing, forcing you to give yourself to Sukuna almost every night so he could find relief in your body after a busy day.
And so you did the selfish thing and tried to escape. You sneaked out at dusk because it was the easiest time to slip away, and there was still enough light so you could find your way through the forest surrounding Sukuna's shrine.
The first time you ran, you came as far as the first line of trees, already thinking you made it. But then you heard the heavy footsteps behind you.
He didn't run. He just walked casually as if he was in no hurry at all. Just a leisurely stroll through the forest. It somehow made things even more terrifying. Only hearing the slow but heavy footsteps of this huge and dangerous man. Hearing the twigs snap beneath his feet. And his low, velvety voice calling out to you, taunting you, making fun of you for thinking you could run from him.
"Are you a little bunny? How amusing that you think you can outrun me. Come on, little bunny, give me your best!"
Sukuna laughed. And you ran as fast as your feet could carry you, your panicky breaths loud in your ear, your heart pounding so fast that you felt delirious. Fear was making the hair on your neck stand up, adrenaline rushing in your veins, making you run faster than you ever had before in your life.
But, of course, it wasn't fast enough. Sukuna let you run yourself to exhaustion that night, always casually strolling behind you as he basked in your fear. An experienced hunter, confident and dangerous.
When he finally had enough of the little cruel game, he snapped his fingers, and you only managed to let out a terrified squeal as you felt his magic wrap around you, paralyzing you. He made time stand still just with a snap of his fingers! His power terrified you, made you weep tearlessly as you stood there frozen in midstep, trapped helplessly as the King of Curses slowly walked up to you.
Sukuna's voice was dripping with amusement and sadistic joy when he stopped behind you,
"Oh, little one, I didn't take you for a playful one. But I am not complaining. This was a nice little distraction. But it's enough now. We're returning to the shrine, and I will show you your place."
He snapped his fingers again, and you stumbled forward, gasping as you caught your balance and instinctively started running again. You only got a few steps away before a pair of muscular arms wrapped around you and lifted you from the ground, even as you screamed and struggled. It was a futile attempt, of course. The King had caught you. You stood no chance.
Sukuna wasn't gentle when he threw you over one of his broad shoulders and carried you back to the shrine. And he also wasn't gentle when he pressed you down on his bed later that night and took you with even more force than usual.
One of his large hands captured both of your wrists and pinned them above your head while his heavy, muscular body pressed you down, knocking the air out of you with every hard thrust. You screamed when Sukuna sank his teeth into your flesh, deep enough to leave his mark on you forever. He healed the wound afterward, but only so much that it would still leave a scar, marking you as his for the rest of your life. A reminder of your failed attempt at running from him.
Maybe for anyone else, it would have been enough reason to give up and be obedient. But not for you. Only three nights later, you sneaked out again, trying your luck again.
And again and again after that. And Sukuna always captured you again.
You don't know when things changed or why, but at some point, you started to run not because you wanted to escape but because you wanted Sukuna to catch you. You wanted him to drag you back to his shrine and fuck you hard into his bed, showing you where you belonged.
"See, that's your place. Under me, stuffed to the hilt with my cock and my seed. You are mine. You are going nowhere. You cannot run from me, little one."
But you took his punishment all too willingly. And all his words did was make you throb around him needily, reaching your high even before him.
Was this still considered punishment when the one getting punished enjoyed it? When you squealed delightedly into the silk pillow that Sukuna pressed your face into as he took you from behind? When you creamed all over him when his hand tangled painfully in your hair and he fucked you savagely, with hard, brutal thrusts, while his sweat and spit dripped onto your naked skin?
He said you could never run from him, and yet you tried it all the time. It became a game. A game of catch. Sukuna was the hunter, and you were the very willing prey.
Your heart still raced wildly anytime you got chased by Sukuna. All your senses were heightened. Your veins sang with adrenaline as you ran through the forest, but your skin was also tingling with excitement, and your thighs were slick from the warm wetness between them, gathering there in anticipation of Sukuna claiming you again.
But you weren't the only one who enjoyed it. As tired as Sukuna sometimes looked after a day of meeting with people who wanted something from him, he was always fully alert and enthusiastic when it came to chasing you through the forest.
His steps were light, his laughter ecstatic, and his beautiful face alight with excitement. Just like his body was brimming with desire. You could feel his hardness pressing against you anytime he captured you, just as aroused as you were. The chase awakened something feral in both of you.
Sometimes, he didn't even wait until he carried you home but just took you right there on the forest floor, grunting in your ear as he mounted you like a wild animal, making you cry out and scream your lust into the night.
And now you are running through the forest in your thin silk robe, a delicious mixture of fear and arousal making your blood sing. Sukuna is taking his time today, and it makes the excitement even stronger.
As always, when you run from Sukuna, your senses are sharpened. Your muscles are taut, your body alert with the thrill of the hunt. He could be on you at any moment.
You wonder what he will do tonight. Use his magic or his strength? Will he tackle you to the ground and ram his cock into your heat, unwilling to wait? Or will he carry you back to the shrine, taking his sweet time to feel you kick and squirm in his strong arms, playfully fighting him, making both of you even more riled up, until it ends in a frenzied fuck in Sukuna's bed?
You strain your ears, trying to catch the sound of Sukuna's heavy footsteps. But there is nothing.
You frown. Where is he? Did he not notice you leaving? You haven't been exactly silent. You never are nowadays. But even when you really tried to escape and sneaked out without making any noise, he still got wind of it and tracked you down.
So why isn't he behind you?
You have almost reached the other end of the forest, and you slow down to a walking pace, looking over your shoulder expectantly. Hopefully. Longingly.
But there is no sign of Sukuna.
Does he maybe want to drag it out? Wait until you are about to set foot out of the forest, just so he can jump you and drag you back? You have reached the edge of the forest and come to a complete halt.
Your throat feels tight, and your heart is beating way too rapidly. But it's not the thrill of the chase that fills you with fear.
He isn't coming.
You hover uncertainly at the edge of the forest, not knowing what to do. You could keep running. You could make it to the river, steal one of the fisherboats, and disappear forever. Just like you originally planned when you first tried to run from Sukuna. You could do it now. You could be free.
But the problem is you don't want to be.
You let out a shaky breath and turn around. This time, you don't run from Sukuna but towards him. Towards his shrine. Towards his home. Your home.
At least, you hope it still is. Or did he get tired of your constant running? Of your stupid games? Is that why he didn't come to catch you tonight? Did he decide he doesn't want a woman like you who always causes trouble? Did he decide he doesn't want you to be his little bride anymore?
A desperate sob escapes your lips. Your feet move even faster now over the soft forest floor, your heart palpitating with fear because you are scared you are too late and Sukuna won't let you come back to him.
It's later than usual, the night is already falling, wrapping the forest into darkness. But you have walked this path so often that you can easily find your way through the tall trees.
Apart from the sound of your harsh breaths and footsteps, the forest is eerily silent. It's strange, you think. One would assume that you would encounter many forest animals at this time, but you can't see or hear any. It's almost as if they are hiding because they sense a much more dangerous predator nearby.
And then, completely out of the blue, a strong arm wraps around your neck, stopping your run abruptly.
Your piercing scream echoes through the forest. Your heart jumps up to your throat, hammering wildly, stars dancing before your eyes from the sudden shock of getting grabbed like that so unexpectedly. Your hands come up instinctively, trying to pry the large hand off your skin, fingernails digging sharply into it, but to no avail.
A familiar low voice announces smugly,
"Caught you, little one."
"S... Sukuna! I didn't hear you coming!"
Sukuna's hand tightens around your throat, squeezing it lightly, making even more adrenaline flood your already overly sensitive body. But it mixes with relief. He came to catch you! He didn't get tired of you!
He laughs softly, a sound almost like a purr, making the hairs on your arms stand up.
"Hmm, I was just watching tonight. And I saw the most curious thing. A little bunny that wasn't running from me but towards me."
Sukuna's low voice sounds amused. You feel his tall, broad body press against your back. Feel the heat of his skin through the thin fabric of your robe. He is naked from the waist up, you realize.
Your heart is pounding wildly in your chest, and your vision is blurry. Arousal pulses between your legs, wet and hot, filling you with an all-consuming, primal need for the man behind you. The man who was stalking you through this dark forest. Watching you. Hunting you like prey. The man who knows exactly what you did.
You feel shy suddenly. Caught, but not just in the physical sense. Sukuna knows. He knows that you weren't trying to escape from him. He knows that you so desperately want to be his. He heard you sob when you thought he didn't come for you. He saw you stumble back towards the shrine. Back to him.
It makes you feel exposed. Makes you nervous and light-headed. Your voice comes out hoarsely when Sukuna loosens the tight grip around your neck enough to allow you to speak,
"I must have lost orientation."
You can't see it, but you can hear the smirk in Sukuna's velvety voice,
"You think you are so sly, huh, little one? Do you really think I don't know what you are doing?"
His low voice drops to a seductive whisper when he adds,
"This little bunny wants to get caught."
A large, strong hand twists in the front of your robe, and then he tears it off you in one fluid motion. You gasp when the cold air brushes over your naked skin. But Sukuna's large hand immediately comes up again to grope your breasts, cupping them greedily, squeezing them, his long pointy nails scratching over your hardened peaks teasingly, making you whimper with lust.
The night air is chilly, but Sukuna's tall, broad body is warm, and the kisses he trails from your neck to your shoulder are searing hot, just like the desire coursing through your body.
You moan needily, pressing your naked body against the massive man behind you, feeling his warm skin on yours and the huge, hot hardness between his legs pressing against you, pulsing with arousal.
Your legs are shaking when one of Sukuna's large hands trails down your naked body and pushes between your thighs, cupping your cunt for a moment, just holding you, one hand around your throat, the other on your most intimate body part. Truly caught.
He laughs softly when his long fingers dip into your warm cunt, feeling your creamy wetness, evidence of how much his little bunny loves to get chased by him.
Relief and exhilaration flood your senses. Sukuna caught you! He didn't give up on you! He still wants to keep you!
As if reading your mind, Sukuna leans down, his lips brushing over your hair,
"You were so scared I wouldn't come, huh?"
The words are smug, but his voice is full of something else. Something warm, like affection.
He pulls his hand away from your dripping cunt, letting the night air kiss your swollen clit while Sukuna pushes his trousers down. Your heart is pounding in your chest, your breath coming out in short, weak huffs, and a soft whimper falls from your lips.
And then Sukuna snaps his hips, and a loud gasp escapes your mouth when he pushes the swollen head of his heavy cock into you, stretching your tight cunt open around his manhood. With another roll of his strong hips, he claims you completely, burying himself fully in your tight heat.
He lets out a low groan, his strong arms tightening around your much smaller body, pulling you against him, holding you in place as he ruts into you, taking you while standing up, just like he caught you.
Sukuna's low moans grow louder, just like the filthy wet noises of him claiming his prey, mounting you from behind right here where he caught you, filling the otherwise silent forest with the animalistic, primal sounds of fucking.
You push against Sukuna eagerly, moaning when he snaps his hips even faster, fucking you hard and deep. Giving in to his desires after holding back for so long while he stalked you through this forest.
You reach behind you, needing to touch him, whimpering when you get a hold of Sukuna's taut backside, digging your fingernails into the firm muscles, leaving crescent-shaped marks on his skin. Your eyes fall shut, and you lean against him, taking his cock eagerly, mewling and sobbing as the pleasure builds deep inside you.
You feel Sukuna tense up behind you. He growls as his hips buck and he fills you with his hot seed, thick spurt after spurt. And your lustful cries echo through the forest as you reach your high, too, clenching around Sukuna's length, milking him greedily. Your arousal sprays everywhere, over Sukuna's cock and onto the forest floor beneath you, while you cry out his name over and over again like a prayer.
Sukuna doesn't let go of you, even after you both found completion. He is still behind you, naked, buff body pressed against yours, his thick cock still deep inside you, breeding you, showing you that you are still his little bride, pulsing the last drops of his orgasm into you while the first rivulets of his warm seed already run down your thighs.
You lean back against him, pulse fluttering, feeling ecstatic after the hunt and after coming undone with your King in the middle of the dark forest.
You can feel Sukuna's broad, muscular chest rising and falling with every breath. His hand around your neck has loosened its tight grip, and the long fingers with the sharp nails lightly caress your skin. His other hand comes up to cup your forehead, his fingers tugging on your hair, pulling your head back against him.
You are so entirely at his mercy, caught in his strong arms, stuffed with his thick cock. But you feel no fear. You know you are safe in your captor's arms.
Sukuna leans down, humming softly before he presses a possessive yet tender kiss into your hair.
"I will always come to catch you and bring you back home, my little bride, no matter how often you run."
And instead of feeling scared by his promise, a pleased smile lifts your lips.
HE MAKES ME FERAL!! đđ
I would be very willing to be Sukuna's little bride and his beloved prey, which he chases through the woods ;)
Thank you so much for this sexy pic, Ămilie!! I saw it, and my mind went crazy đ I will think about this forever! I hope I could make you smile with this little story!!
And thank you so much to everyone, who read this story!! I hope you enjoyed getting chased by Sukuna ;)
Comments and reblogs would be very sweet đ
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IF ITâS ONLY A TOUCHâŚAITA? - satoru gojo.
⊠â about. âbut one day, she just grew upâŚand 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 worldâŚdoes that make him the asshole? ⌠( 46.5K )
⊠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 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 ! Ö´ ࣪đ¤â âš
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 personâŚbut 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 weirdâŚever 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 muchâŚbut 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, youâd 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⌠thinkingâŚâ 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
yourâŚboyfriend? 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. ââtoruâŚwhen 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. âiâŚi 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!âÂ
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 weedâŚâÂ
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. âsatoruâŚt-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 sundayâŚany 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 nightâŚâ he begins, digging deep into his left pocket for a small red velvet box. âi got you a little something, asâŚcongrats 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 yoursâŚâ 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 parentsâŚthereâs 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 justâŚi 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 tooâŚâ 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
âsoâŚis 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 justâŚfocus 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 sisterâŚhe 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 dressâŚâ 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 himselfâŚbecause 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, umâŚnot exactlyâŚâ
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.Â
âi wanted to tell himâŚbecause 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 wantâŚand 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 lovesâŚbut 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 betterâŚi 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
âthenâŚthen 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 tryâŚiâll 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 endsâŚbut 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 forâŚÂ
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 seeingâŚbut 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 loveâŚbut 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 knowâŚsatoru 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 fromâŚwell, 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 perfectâŚas 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 onlyâŚ
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 lookâŚâ 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 togetherâŚespecially 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 hereâŚâÂ
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 biteâŚâ
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 mindâŚbecause 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 ladyâŚwhatâs 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-shitâŚkeepâŚkeep throwinâ it back on me like that.â
âwe donâtâŚwe 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 keepâŚmy cockâŚnestled 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 fuckâŚdo 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
âcanâŚoh manâcan feel how wet you are through your fuckinâ clothesâŚâ 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 fuckâŚso sticky.â Â
your pussy flutters at his observation, even more so with how cute satoru sounds when heâs so needy for you. âsatoruâŚâ 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. âfuckâŚreally? 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
âokayâŚfuck, 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 gainâŚbut 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 meâŚfuck, 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 littleâŚdrivinâ me insane with these little touches. please just suck itâŚplease 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 secondsâŚhowever, 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 wannaâŚtouch 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 thatâŚâ 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 closeâŚâ 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, shitâŚyouâre 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 mightâŚohhhh 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 evenâŚ? 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 starsâŚno, 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 anymoreâŚâ 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, okayâŚpoor 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 thatâŚyouâre 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-yeahâŚoh 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 moreâŚâ 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 familyâŚyour 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, ohâŚfuck yeah. ride it for me, pretty girl, ride my t-tongue. m-make yourself feel good. fuck my faceâŚplease, 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 thisâŚhere 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 cumâŚâ 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 dinnerâŚstop the guilt from bubbling up.Â
but satoru has always had a way about charming you.Â
âweâre not finished yetâŚâ 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 youâŚâ 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 babyâŚyou 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. âsatoruâŚwhyâs 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
âyannoâŚâ 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. âyouâŚyou 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 muchâŚjust 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 pleaseâŚâ 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 youâŚâ 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 neverâŚÂ
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 neverâŚ
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 girl���s, 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 motherfuckerâŚâ 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 isâŚentertaining 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 stridesâŚbut 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 wasâŚit 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 suguâŚplease. this⌠this is enough. just leave him alone. iâll never talk to him again justâŚstop.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, satoruâŚfuck!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 sisterâŚâ 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. âsheâsâŚsheâs 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 childrenâŚplease just give us a chance, sugu. talk to him. talk to me. y-your little sisterâŚâ
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. âiâmâŚiâmâŚâ
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 okayâŚjust 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 dĂŠjĂ 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 gojoâŚâ 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 pleaseâŚâ
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 youâŚâ
âfuck, iââ gojo swallows thickly, watching you like a hawk as you suck on him salaciously. âiâm right hereâŚlove 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
âyouâŚyou 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 downâŚ.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-fuckâŚâ 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 youâŚwanna 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 canâtâŚhe 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 satoruâŚdonât 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 placesâŚitâs almost too much for your poor ravaged body to handle.Â
âiâll n-never stopâŚfuuuck baby, as long as iâve got you. âm never stoppinââŚnever 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, youâreâŚyouâre fucking me too good,â you gargle, hands in his sweaty mass of silver hair as you tug gojo implausibly closer. âi wanna cumâŚare 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-saâŚsatoru! âmâŚiâm 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 changeâŚdrastically.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 justâŚâ 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 itâŚbut 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 somethingâŚanything 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. âiâŚi 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 wordâŚi 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, butâŚâÂ
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 exâŚbut 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 himâŚbut you suppose a lot can change in a year. youâre sure heâs different, just like you are. âyannoâŚtherapy 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. âhowâŚhow 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. âhowâŚhowâs suguru?â
you perk up, tentatively choosing what to say next. âo-ohâŚheâs good? weâreâŚour 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 couldâŚbut 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. âiâŚi 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, moreâŚso 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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Gladiator! Ghost
Warnings: 18+, Dub-Con, Breeding Kink, Implied Forced Pregnancy, Dominant! Ghost, Unprotected Sex, Rough Sex, Master/Servant Dynamics, Voyeurism, Public Humiliation, Sexual Coercion, Scene Inspired by âSpartacusâ, Based on Spartacusâ In-Universe History, Profanity, Implied Fem! Reader, Images Used aren't Mine.
Gladiator! Ghost abuses his power over you every chance he gets. No exceptions.
And all because you had to go and show him voluntary kindness, tending to his post-battle wounds and praising him for his efforts, all while touching him as delicately and as gently as you could. More so than anyone ever has.
Itâs not long after this interaction that you find yourself stationed as Gladiator! Ghost's personal handmaiden; the perfect servant to see that his every desire is satiated.
And, unfortunately for you, that often includes him coercing you into compromising positions.
Even when heâs been training all day, his muscles bulging, skin glistening with sweat, eyes ablaze with bloodlust, he finds time to seek you out and take you someplace isolated and quiet â where nobody else can see or save you â and pumps his fury into you.
Heâs never gentle with it, either. He isnât trained to be.
Heâs panting, chest heaving and broad at your back as he presses you into the stone wall of the cellar, your legs forcefully parted by a thick, toned thigh â the skin of which is covered in your dripping essence â as he pounds into you with all his might.
He calls you his maid â only his. Tells you that no-one else can have you, that theyâd have to kill him if they wanted to possess you as he does.
And you take it because thatâs all you can do. All youâre allowed to do.
You let him make your body feel like this is right, that the cracks of euphoria splintering between your legs justifies the way he grabs your hair and pulls you back to face him, only to force his eager tongue into your mouth.
You clench around him â unwillingly so. Encourage him.
You hear him groan, feel his voice heavy on your tongue before he pulls away, slipping a hand beneath the fabric of your tunic and squeezing your clit between his fingers. You cry out, pressing back into him, taking him deeper.
âYouâre mine,â he tells you. He punctuates his point with a quick, harsh slap to your clit â one that leaves you whining. âIâll give you my babe â give you the privilege of bringing my son into this world.â
Amidst the reluctant pleasure electrifying your every sense, you know heâs close. His tip â pressing into the deepest part of you, a place you didnât even know existed before he found it â bulbous and aching, pulses in time with his heartbeat. You close your eyes and brace for it â the warmth, the wet. The inevitable.
And, sure as rain after thunder, Ghost growls, pressing as deep into you as your body will allow and then some, as he cums, hot and heavy. You can physically feel his semen pumping through his shaft as he empties every ounce of his seed into your wanting womb â filled beyond full â leaving you whining and trying your best to pull away from his cock.
He holds you still and glowers, a vein across his bicep twitching â almost winking at you â as he slams his hand beside your head, caging you . As if to remind you that heâs the one in charge here.
So you still, panting, sweating and almost crying, as his seed nestles inside you, knowing thereâs nothing you can do until heâs ready to let you go â until heâs sure his efforts have taken. And all you can focus on is how heavy he feels inside you, the feeling of his chest almost crushing you against the wall as he breathes deeply. The gradual softening of his tip at your cervix as he grows flaccid.
The hand between your thighs â coated translucent and white â comes to rest upon your stomach. You can feel him looking down at the phantom bump from over your shoulder. His voice is obsidian.
âIf I havenât imparted him upon you already.â
In Ghostâs head, heâs justified in his actions. Even though he can feel you trying to peel away from him, your heart racing to the rhythm of fear and not of lust. Even though he knows you will likely retreat to your shared chambers and weep into your pillow. He knows, deep down, that you want as he does. A family.
Itâs all he can think about aside from the bloodshed and the fight for survival. You are all he can think about. The only thing that can placate his rage.
Itâs his reason. His only reason to continue.
In his own way, this is his manufacturing of a family. Turning you from a servant into the mother of his children, and transforming him â a beast â into a father.
Not that youâd know this, but he has more influence within the Masterâs residence than most â especially as his most prized gladiator.Â
Whenever the Master throws parties, he convinces him to put the maids â you â on display, to show the other houses that his gladiators are not just fighters, but incessant lovers, too.
More often than not, youâve had to strip bare and bear the weight of the stares of party-goers as Ghost, assigned to be the nightâs show pony, makes sure everyone knows who you belong to.
Itâs an exercise of power. Of ownership.
He makes no effort to hide his endurance, his speed, often finishing at a rate that leaves you terrified knowing thereâs nothing you can do to stop it, to hide away and prevent your seemingly inevitable pregnancy at the hands of the man you call Master.
Truth be told, youâd be ashamed of enjoying the weight of him inside you â the familiar feeling of his tip hitting a note within you that leaves you whining a wanton tune â if it werenât for the fact that your situation could be worse â that it could be another of the Masterâs loyal fighters pounding you, holding you and bruising your waist. Degrading you from a maid to a whore for all to see.
Ghost can see, during times like these, the women who wish to be you and the men who crave to be him. And he hides his smile beneath learned stoicism, even as heâs overcome with the euphoria of emptying himself inside you, lifting you by the hips so nothing of his making is wasted.
And you can do nothing to fight against it.
And, when heâs asked by some curious voyeur, heâll do it all again. And again. And again.
This is the only way he can guarantee his seed takes â the only way he can make sure you wonât go off running trying to cleanse yourself of his semen rolling down your thighs, of his efforts taking form and bearing fruit inside you.
He knows itâs just a matter of time until he can afford both your and his freedom, until he can take you away from this place and raise your family together â someplace far from this spectacle of murder.
Until then, heâll convince his Master to fund these social affairs, to allow you to remain as his maid.
His.
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⊠â§âË âŠăwhatâs mine is yours
synopsis. suguru is a good best friendâhe shares everything. just this once, he shares you too
word count. 2.1k (it's short i promise)
contents. fem! reader, reader is suguru's girlfriend, minors do not interact, virgin satoru <3, cuckolding, fingering, safe sex (who am i ?? jk suguru would not let satoru hit raw lol), petnames (princess, baby, and sweetheart), suguru teaching satoru how to fuck <3
notes. dash pls look away. i am horny at 1 am
satoru, for all his big talk and loud front all these years, is still a virgin. suguru finds it a tad bit funnyâbut out of the kindness of his heart, he decides to help his best friend change that.
how? you, of course.
âbe careful how you handle her,â suguru says with a sly smile, âsheâs still my girlfriendâand i have to take care of her. isnât that right, baby?â his gaze turns to you, finger stroking your cheek gently as you whimper.
âso wet,â satoru mumbles, fingers sinking curiously into your dripping cunt, flexing slowly to pump in and out of you as you whine. his fingers are long, maybe longer than suguruâsâbut not nearly as skilled.
âyeah?â suguru chuckles, âbet you like that, huh? careful though, satoruâdonât get used to this. sheâs still mine.â
suguru, the ever gracious best friend, has always been one to share. he decides perhaps he can extend the favor to include his girlfriend tooâbut youâre precious, sweet and kind and oh so doting. he canât share you permanently. no, itâs a one time thingâafter that, satoru will have to find his own perfect little pussy to savor.
âyou really get all of this? all to yourself?â satoru marvels, thumbing your clit as you gasp, your hand reaching over to clutch at suguruâs pants. his hand rests over yours, thumb brushing over your knuckles as he hums soothingly.
âyeah,â your boyfriend grins, âevery day. whenever i want. right, baby?â
âuh huh,â you nodâand then you cut yourself off with a squeal when satoruâs fingertips brush against that sweet spot deep within your walls, making you flutter around him with a tight squeeze. he doesnât find it as easily as suguru, doesnât know how to angle and curl the tips of his fingers when he sinks into you.
and fuck, satoru thinks, suguru is so damn lucky.
âsheâs a vocal one,â he chuckles, âyouâve been living the dream.â
âyou should hear her when you use your mouth,â suguru chucklesâhow embarrassing. you want to crawl onto his lap and hide away in his neck, hide away from satoruâs eyes that are watching you so carefully. satoru has good eyesâthe best, even.
but you also like it. for some reason, when his eyes stare down at you with a darkened shade of blue youâve never seen before, you feel the slick pooling from your core, smearing down your thighs and glossing over his fingers, wetter than ever.
satoru has that effect on peopleâeven if he is a bit inexperienced.
âdo i get to do that too?â he asks, sending your boyfriend a lopsided smirk.
suguru raises a brow, tightening his handâs grip on yours before grunting a low, âdonât get ahead of yourself, satoru.â
âyou said it yourself, suguru,â he chuckles, âwhatâs mine is yours.â
ânot her,â suguru growls. and then, sweetly, he turns to you before pecking your forehead with a gentleness he keeps for only you. âyou ready, princess?â
âprincess,â satoru repeats thoughtfully, âyeah i guess youâre a bit of a princess, arenât ya?â
âp-please,â you sniffle, tugging on suguruâs wrist, âneed more, sugu.â
âyeah? heâs not doing his job, is he?â suguru pouts in sympathy, but his eyes are laced with amusementâlike heâs enjoying the show in front of him. youâre sure he is, if the throbbing erection he sports is of any hint.
âhey,â satoru gasps, wounded, âiâm doing exactly what you told meââ
âhere,â suguru throws him a condom, cutting him off, âput that on. youâre out of your mind if you think youâre feeling her. thatâs only for me.â
âfine,â satoru huffs. you watch as he rolls the condom over his neglected cockâitâs red, swollen and aching, flushed at the tip and drooling with pre cum as he hisses when his hand wraps around it.
itâs pretty, youâll give him that. satoru isnât as thick as suguru, but he makes up for it by being a bit longer. he curves a bit with a thick vein running along the underside of his cock, balls heavy as they hang painfully, achingly full. heâs neatly trimmedâmessy white strands of hair unlike suguruâs dark ones. you donât know which one you prefer, if you could even pick one of you had to.
you watch with wide, fascinated eyes as his mouth parts with a low gasp when he accidentally teases the tip a bit as he clumsily works the rubber over himself. heâs sensitive at the headâjust like suguru. gives those sweet little breathy whimpers when his slit is thumbed at. itâs cute, you think, maybe not as cute as suguruâbut itâs still pretty adorable.
âgo slow when you go in,â suguru warns, âif you hurt her, iâll kill you.â
âsheâs tough, she can take it,â satoru pats your cheek with a sly grin, âarenât you, princess?â
âwatch it, satoru,â you hear suguru growl, âdonât get too comfortable.â
âaw, itâs all in good fun, right? sheâs taking it so well.â
you do take it wellâyou let satoruâs fingers play with your for ages, let him learn where to find that sensitive spot is in the back of your walls, let him rub your clit slowlyâeven if you ache for those fast circles suguru always gifts you with. and now, youâre even letting him slide into you, slowly but surely, inching his hardened cock into your impatiently wet cunt with agonizing patience.
âthat feel good, baby?â suguru asks you once satoruâs buried to the hilt, splitting you almost in two as you breathe unevenly and nod. and satoru? well, heâs not faring any betterâgrit teeth and clenched jaw, panting harshly as he focuses on not cumming right then and there.
youâre tightâway tighter than his hand, and way warmer too. fuck suguru for making him wear the condom, and fuck suguru for landing such a perfect pussy too. he doesnât know how heâs meant to go back to using his fist after a taste of this.
âyou can move nowâgo slow at first, and then go faster when sheâs close. she likes that. and donât forget this,â suguruâs hand travels to your clit, giving a soft little pat that makes you whimper before he rubs it with those quick circles you love so much. âshe likes when you touch this too. they all doâso when you get yourself your own girl to fuck, make sure you remember that.â
âi know what the clit is,â satoru grumbles, âiâve watched porn, yâknow.â
âi bet,â suguru chuckles, âis this your first time seeing a clit in person? pretty, isnât it? everything about her is pretty.â
âsuguru,â you whine in embarrassment, burying your head back into the pillow as much as you can, âyou talk so much.â
âbaby,â he insists, âsomeone has to humble him. heâs all bark and no bite.â
âi can too bite,â satoru gruntsâand to prove it, he angles his hips to pull out, almost completely, before thrusting back into you. you cry outâclutching suguruâs hand tightly as your tits bounce. satoru letâs out a choked moan, gasping as you squeeze around his sensitive cock, eyes fluttering shut with pleasure.
itâs so good. suguru has it so good. youâre so goodâperfect, even.
âf-fuck, more, need more,â you sob, and because suguru canât help himself, his hand grabs at your tit, pinching and tugging at your nipple as he lets you squeeze his other hand in yours. âplease, pleaseâfaster.â
âyou heard her,â suguru hums, âshe needs it faster.â
satoruâs good at fucking youâfor his first time, heâs got your back arching and toes curling rather quickly. the blunt head of his cock brushes against your sweet spot with ease, long and curved enough to nudge against it with every roll of his hips. of course, no one knows how to fuck you until you see stars like suguruâbut he comes to a close second.
your gasps have turned into long, wanton moans, and satoru moans in sync, head falling next to yours on the pillow as his breath fans over your shoulder with every harsh pant. his hips are rutting into you, slamming desperately as he feels you squeeze around him with every deep thrust. you can hear the squelching sound of your arousal as he bullies into your dripping cunt, smeared along the insides of your thighs. itâs messy, itâs rushed, itâs desperate and it feels so, so good.
satoru has never felt this goodâand you? wellâŚ.you have to admit youâve never felt like this before either. itâs new, maybe not better, but certainly not worse.
âoh, fuck,â satoru groans, voice cracking as he whines against your shoulder, âf-fuck your so tightââs so good. so, so goodâŚ.âm not g-gonna last much longer.â
âare you close, baby?â suguru strokes your cheek, watching as your eyes squeeze and your face twists in pleasure, âcanât have him be the only one cumming. thatâs no good.â
âclose! âmâŚâm so close, sugu. gonna cum,â you gasp as you nod.
if satoru wasnât so lost on the feeling of your tight walls constricting around him, fluttering so perfectly that he almost feels like he canât move, he might have protested that you addressed suguru and not himâheâs the one fucking you after all. it should be him youâre telling that youâre close, not your boyfriend. just because suguru is your boyfriend doesnât mean heâs the one who gets to bear the reward for making you cum.
right now, thatâs satoru.
âaw câmon, sweetheart, youâre gonnaâo-oh, shit,â he cuts himself off with a breathy moan, âyouâre gonna make me cry. say my name too, yeah?â
âsatoru,â suguru warns lowly.
âsee? jusâ like that. yeah, pretty? say it just how suguru did,â satoru, murmurs against your ear, biting your earlobe softly.
your hand, much to suguruâs dismay, tugs from his grasp so your arms can wrap around satoruâs neck and cling to his large figure as he towers over you, fucking you mercilessly. his pace is frenzied nowâthat steady ache building up in his throbbing length is about to burst, and that coil in your belly feels like itâll snap any second too.
âs-satoru, pleaseââm c-close, so close,â you mewl, âwanna cum.â
he grins, blue eyes raking over your body as his thumb finds your clit and rubs harshly over it in that way youâve been craving.
âyeah? you close, pretty? âs good to hear. i am too,â he murmurs lowly, finishing the sentence off with a shaky gasp as you squeeze around him.
and then you fall over the edgeâhe sends you hurtling into your high before you can ever register it. itâs new, satoru thinksâit makes his hips stutter for a second when he feels you spasm around his cock like that, sucking him in and squeezing around him enough that he chokes on a whimper and cums right then and there too. he thinks itâs a miracle he held out just long enough to cum after you, thanking anyone whoâs listened to his prayers of lasting. itâs almost impossible not to finish immediately with how your walls hug around his length.
by now, his hips have lost any rhythm they mightâve had before, sloppily rutting into you as he desperately rides out his orgasm, thick ropes of cum spilling into the condom that separates him from fully feeling your warmth. heâs sensitiveâhis cock is throbbing even as he lets go of that built up tension in the form of white, hot release. you milk him until heâs almost certain heâs got nothing left to give, dry and worn out from the way you pulse so harshly around him.
âso goodâm-make me feel so good,â satoru breathes in wonder as he finishes, thumb slowing itself along your clit before his body slumps over yours.
itâs hot, itâs sweaty, itâs a mess of limbs as he rests over you, still quivering over your body from the aftershocks of his orgasm. itâs earth shatteringâhow you make him feel. has he really been missing out on this all this time?
âyouâre heavy,â you grumble, patting at his shoulder. he chuckles into your neck, catching his breath.
âyeah? heavier than suguru?â
âiâm careful enough to collapse next to her,â suguru mutters from the side.
âfuck, that was amazing,â satoru rolls over, sprawling himself on the mattress next to you, chest heaving as he breathes, âi see why suguru spoils you so much. you keep him happy, huh?â
âoh yes,â suguru drawls, eyes narrowing. gently, he grabs your wrist and tugs at you, making you sit up as you eye the bulge in his pants and the large wet spot of pre cum staining the fabric. âyouâll see just how happy she makes me in a second hereâsheâs good with her mouth too.â
idk what possessed me to write this i rly don't. all i know is i want them both carnally
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Have A Good Night
Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader
Summary: Every week like clockwork, the same devastatingly handsome man comes into the grocery store where you work to buy flowers. It's not until he asks you out when you realize the flowers aren't for his wife or girlfriend.
Warnings: no outbreak AU, language, flirting, alcohol and food consumption, smut (18+ MDNI), protected piv sex, size kink, shy!joel, fluff, mutual pining, cringy/embarrassing crush interactions
WC: 7.9K
Written for @morallyinept's Flora & Fauna Challenge (masterlist here)
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It was never roses that he bought. That should have been your first clue.
Every Friday he came through your checkout lane with a beautiful flower arrangement. Sometimes it was lilies, sometimes it was daffodils, but never roses.
He hardly spared you a glance when he slid his card through the machine. Occasionally he would comment about the weather or how busy the store was, but he rarely ever made eye contact.
It wasn't unusual and it didn't offend you. Most customers had other things on their minds and they preferred to get in and out of the store as quickly as possible. But this particular customer, the one with dark hair and eyes, broad shoulders and patchy beard always caught your eye. It was the best part of your week. You never had the nerve to say anything to him, but your friend Andy noticed the way you always got nervous when you saw him standing in line, how your demeanor shifted and your hands shook just a little bit.
He's not wearing a ring, Andy pointed out one day as you counted your drawer. You rolled your eyes.
That doesn't mean anything, you replied. Why else would he be buying flowers?
Then one day, as you scanned your handsome stranger's flowers, you noticed a few of the daisies were wilting.
"Do you want to pick out a different bouquet?" you had mustered up the courage to ask. The store was quiet, no one was lined up behind him. There was a big football game that night and it kept most people at home.
His eyes snapped up to yours and he froze like a deer in the headlights. You raised your eyebrows, waiting for an answer while trying to think if you said something stupid to warrant such a delayed reaction. "A few of these flowers are already dying. See?" You tilted the bouquet in his direction so he could see the flowers with the petals that were turning brown.
"Oh," he finally said, then nodded his head. "Y-yeah, thanks. D'you mind if I just-" he jutted his thumb over his shoulder.
"It's no big deal, I'll wait."
He gave you a crooked grin and disappeared back into the store. The florist department wasn't far from the registers but it was enough time for Andy to lock eyes with you from customer service and give you a look. You rolled your eyes at him and turned back around just as the hot flower guy was returning with a new selection.
"Thanks," he said again once you handed him his receipt. He didn't make a move to leave.
"Don't mention it," you replied, feeling Andy's stupid grin burning into the back of your head the longer hot flower guy stood there.
"Have you worked here long?" he asked after a brief silence that was bordering on uncomfortable. You blinked, taken aback at the random question and tried to ignore your heart fluttering excitedly in your chest.
"Um, just over four years," you replied. His beautiful dark eyes drifted over your face as he nodded and swallowed before looking back down at his flowers.
"You work most Fridays?"
You could feel your cheeks warming up and you wished the ground would open up and swallow you whole. How can someone be embarrassed for being embarrassed? Jesus, you were such a mess.
"Yep," you said, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear and praying he didn't notice how flushed you were.
He rubbed the back of his neck and shifted his weight. If you weren't so absorbed in your own uneasiness you might have noticed he was acting just as uncomfortable as you.
When he opened his mouth to say something else, a middle aged woman pushed her cart up behind him and began to unload her groceries onto the belt. He glanced quickly over his shoulder and nervously swiped his palm over his mouth.
"Have a good night," he told you abruptly, and before you had a chance to reply he was halfway to the front door.
The following week was busier and you lost track of time. Typically, as your shift dragged on, you began to anticipate his arrival but on that particular day, you were distracted. Andy ended up having to help out on another register, it was so busy.
"You wanna come out with us tonight?" Andy asked you over his shoulder. He was closing down the extra register while you were finishing up with a young mom who had her hands full wrangling her toddler away from the candy.
"Uh, yeah, sure," you agreed absentmindedly, lifting the last paper bag into the cart. You tapped a key on your register so she could slide her card through the reader and looked over at Andy. "Where are you guys going?"
"Murray's," he replied immediately, his focus still on counting the coins in the drawer. You rolled your eyes and grinned.
"Why am I not surprised?"
It was well known Andy harbored a huge crush on a bartender there and he had been trying to work up the courage for months to ask for her number.
"Thank you, have a good night," you told the young woman, handing over her receipt with a smile. When you glanced up to greet your next customer, you felt your heart skip a beat when you were met with those dark brown eyes you had grown so enamored with.
"It must be later than I thought," you said, without even thinking twice. Surprise passed over his beautiful features as you scanned his flowers and then your nerves finally caught up with you. "I-I mean, you usually come in around the same time every week," you explained hurriedly. Andy was smirking at you from behind hot flower guy's broad shoulder and you made a mental note to punch him later.
"I didn't realize you noticed," he replied after he cleared his throat.
Oh, you idiot. You could tell you made him uncomfortable with your comment and you just prayed he didn't figure out you had been lusting after him all these months with the little observation you made.
"You always pick out the best flower arrangements, it's hard not to," Andy piped up. Relief flooded your veins for the save. Maybe you should rethink that punch. "Must be one lucky girl," he added with a mischievous wink in your direction before picking up the drawer and walking towards the office, leaving just the two of you with Andy's loaded comment hanging heavy in the air.
He took his time pulling his credit card out of his wallet, wracking his brain for something to say. His cheeks dusted with pink the longer he took to formulate a sentence.
"So... Murray's, huh?" he asked, cringing inwardly at the stupid question as he swiped his card.
You blinked, confused at the change in topic until it clicked. "Oh, yeah. He drags a bunch of us out after work sometimes because he's got a thing for a girl who works there." You gave the man behind hot flower guy a smile as he unloaded his groceries on the belt.
Your handsome stranger froze, his hand still holding the receipt midair while the gears turned in his head.
"So, you two aren't-"
"Oh, sorry, excuse me," the customer behind him mumbled when he accidentally bumped into him with his cart.
"Have a good night," you told him with a sweet smile, then quickly turned away, hoping your hair would hide your embarrassment.
"I am not playing darts with her! Don't you remember last time? She almost took my eye out!"
"Oh, shut the fuck up!" you laughed, shoving Courtney, another co-worker of yours, in the shoulder. There were only five of you that night, Courtney being the only other girl in your group, but you were fine with that. Over the past few years you all bonded over the shared trauma of nasty customers and terrible management to the point where you were like family, and nights where you blew off steam only brought you closer together.
"Anyone need anything? I'm heading up," Andy shouted over the live band.
"Didn't you just get a water a minute ago?" you teased, knowing full well he was looking for an excuse to talk to the bartender.
"What can I say? I'm thirsty," Andy replied with a smirk before pushing his way through the crowd to get to the bar.
"When the hell's he just gonna ask her out? We've been coming here for months," Courtney said, turning away from the bar to look at you. You took a sip from your mixed drink and shrugged.
"Probably for the best. You know if he makes things weird then we'll need to find a new spot to hang out."
She giggled and winced when the band began to sing Journey off-key. "God, these guys are... not it."
"I think it's the owner's way of making us drink more!" James shouted from across the table, the four of you dissolving into laughter. He had a good point because your drink was nearly empty.
"Why didn't you just have Andy get you one?" Courtney asked when you slid down from your barstool.
"If I did, there was, like, a one percent chance he would bring it back to me within the hour," you told her, nodding towards Andy setting up shop against the bar, his eyes trailing after the cute bartender.
It took several minutes but you were finally able to wedge yourself between other patrons and secure a refill of your drink, but when you turned around to walk back to your table you nearly ran right into someone's chest.
"Oh! Sorry, I - " your eyes widened when you tilted your head up to find those familiar brown eyes staring down at you. "It-it's you!" you finally said as the shock began to wear off. He gave you a lopsided grin and nodded.
"Joel," he offered, sticking his hand out. Joel. Joel. Joel. You rolled his name around in your head like a ping pong ball. It suited him.
You took his hand, his long fingers dwarfing yours. "I'm-"
Then he cut you off and said your name and once again, you struggled to keep the shock from your face. "Your nametag," he explained, letting your hand go and gesturing towards his own chest where a nametag would sit. "I remember."
"Yeah," you said breathlessly with a smile. You glanced around the room while people shoved past you to get to the bar. "What are you doing here?"
His smile faltered a bit and he rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't live too far. Had the night to myself so I came out with my brother. He's over there," Joel pointed to the opposite corner of the bar but it was impossible to see him through all the people.
"Oh, cool," you nodded and took a sip from your glass. His eyes drifted to your lips, getting lost in the way they puckered around the straw. "Do you guys come here a lot?"
He chuckled and dropped his chin shyly to his chest before shaking his head. "No, um," he cleared his throat and looked back up at you. "Was hopin' I would run into you, actually."
"Me?" you squeaked and your heart began to race. He nodded and grinned.
"Yeah. Wondered if maybe you'd-"
A huge, burly man who definitely had too much to drink shouldered past you, accidentally shoving you into Joel's chest. His arms immediately wrapped around your ribs to steady you and somehow you didn't spill anything on his clothes.
"God, I'm sorry," you mumbled, his scent making you dizzy. You always had a register between you. Never before had you been that close, noticing he smelled like he had just gotten out of the shower and it was instantly overwhelming.
"It's alright," he said, his arms still loosely wrapped around your midsection. "But I gotta get this out before I lose my nerve, darlin'."
Darlin'. Your brows furrowed and before you could reply, he spoke. "I wondered if you wanted to go out on a date sometime? Maybe a movie or somethin'? I know you work alotta nights but I -"
"You want to go out with me?" you asked in disbelief. He looked at you like you had two heads.
"'Course I do. Wasn't it obvious?" he could feel the heat creeping up his neck.
"No! I thought... nevermind, it doesn't matter," you told him, a smile pulling across your lips. "Yes, I would love to. God, if you only knew-" you stopped yourself by slapping your hand over your mouth and he quirked a playful eyebrow at you but he was too excited that you agreed to go out with him to ask you to finish your thought. He handed you his phone as you shakily typed in your number, hoping your trembling fingers didn't mess it up before giving it back to him.
"I'm gonna text you tomorrow, set somethin' up, yeah?" he asked and you nodded numbly, your mind reeling as you tried to process everything that was happening. He grinned and slid his phone back into his pocket. "Have a good night," he said, the familiar phrase making you smile before disappearing into the crowd.
"Um, who the hell was that?" Courtney questioned the second you arrived back at your table.
"I need a fucking shot first and then I'll tell you, holy shit," you said, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves with no success. She laughed and got you each tequila shots, then you spent the rest of the night telling her all about Joel the hot flower guy.
The next morning, you paid for your crimes. Your head throbbed and your mouth was dry as sand as you stumbled into your bathroom to scoop water from the faucet, desperately trying to quench your thirst. You weren't normally a huge drinker, but after your run-in with Joel, you were so nervous that you found yourself tossing back a few extra drinks than normal. Fortunately, you didn't work until late afternoon, so after you fumbled around your cupboards for some crackers, you fell back into bed. Your eyes widened when you saw a missed text from an unsaved number an hour ago.
Hey, it's Joel. It was great running into you last night. I was thinking we could go to dinner this week, if you're still up for it. What nights are you free?
"Shit," you muttered, running a hand anxiously through your hair. Now that you were sober, the prospect of seeing hot flower guy outside of work made you inexplicably nervous.
You must have typed out and deleted fifteen responses before going with I would love to! I'm free Sunday, Monday and Wednesday nights. Or we could do something after I get out of work, we close at nine.
Did you sound too desperate? You chewed on your fingernail as you read your sent text over and over, then shrugged and put your phone down. Too late now, anyway.
It took a while to get his response, but to be fair, you didn't reply to him for an hour.
I can make Sunday work.
Sunday? As in, tomorrow?
"Oh, fuck," you groaned, fully not expecting him to set something up so quickly. You needed time to mentally prepare, but of course you agreed, then quickly texted Courtney, begging for her help on what to wear and how to do your hair.
Yay!! We can talk about it at work tonight!
After you ironed out a time and restaurant with Joel, you popped two pain relievers and chugged some water, hoping to get rid of your hangover before work.
"Okay, so where's he taking you?" Courtney asked excitedly as you stocked cereal together.
"This Italian place on Westwood. Here, I looked it up," you said, pulling out your phone and showing her the menu. "Have you been there before? What do I wear?"
She squinted at your screen and shook her head. "I haven't been there but we can figure this out. It doesn't look that fancy, but you should probably wear a dress or skirt."
"Ooo, do you finally have yourself a date?" Andy asked from halfway down the aisle, clearly overhearing part of your conversation. "Hot flower guy is going to be so disappointed."
You laughed and pocketed your phone. "It's with hot flower guy," you said triumphantly. Andy's eyes bugged out of his head, confused, until you and Courtney explained what happened the night before when he was busy staring at the bartender.
"You should have told me last night! So I guess that means he really is single."
You paused and cocked your head to the side, realizing all of the sudden you still didn't know why he bought flowers every Friday.
"Uh, yeah, I guess so," you replied, turning your attention back to the cereal. Andy and Courtney exchanged worried glances behind your back.
"I'm sure he's not stupid enough to buy flowers from you for another woman every week and then ask you out," Courtney said, glaring at Andy. He cleared his throat and nodded.
"Y-yeah, I mean, maybe they're for a grave or something."
You both turned to him and gave him an incredulous look.
"Hey, I'm just trying to help," he said, throwing up his hands and walking away. You bit your lip and glanced at Courtney.
"Don't worry about it. There's tons of reasons why guys would buy flowers weekly... maybe he just likes to have fresh flowers in the house. Maybe they're for his mom!"
"Yeah, good point. I bet they're for his mom," you agreed, feeling a little better as you ripped open the next cardboard box full of cereal boxes.
When you woke on Sunday morning, you were already nervous. You could have sworn your heart was slamming in your chest from the moment you opened your eyes, already overthinking your date with Joel.
You spent the afternoon texting Courtney pictures of outfits you hauled out of your closet and tossed on your bed, then decided you needed to try them on for her to get the full effect. You were sitting on your bed, wearing a light blue sundress, the last outfit you had tried on as you gathered your pictures. Your thumb quickly tapped all of the photos of you modeling your options and typed out what one looks the best? then hit send.
As you were unzipping your dress and sliding it down your legs, you heard your phone ping from your bed. You hung up the dress and pulled your sweats back on before reaching for your phone, hesitating when you saw Joel's name pop up. You felt a pit in your stomach, worried that he came to his senses and was asking to cancel, so you sat down on the bed before sliding your thumb over the screen to open his text.
You look great in everything, but I really like the pink one.
Your palms instantly broke out into a sweat and you felt lightheaded.
"Oh no, oh no, oh no," you mumbled, scrolling up in your text chain before cursing and throwing yourself into your pillows to scream. In your rush to send your text, you accidentally sent the pictures to Joel instead of Courtney. You waited until you got your bearings and tried to convince yourself it wasn't really that bad, that it definitely could have been worse, before replying.
Ha, sorry. I meant to send those to a friend, but if you like the pink one, then I guess that answers my question
You stared down at your phone, anxiously waiting for his answer, which didn't take very long at all.
You could wear a paper sack and you would still look beautiful.
The grin that stretched across your face was massive. He was probably just sweet talking you and trying to make you feel better about making such a stupid mistake, but damn, it worked.
Looking forward to tonight :) you said in response, then bit your lip and flung yourself backwards on your bed. Your eyes drifted to the light pink dress hanging in your closet and you smiled.
As it turned out, the Italian restaurant was owned by Joel's brother, Tommy. You met the younger man at the host stand when you walked in the door. He had a huge grin plastered across his face and although you were an only child, you could still tell when someone was itching to tease their sibling. Tommy's eyes flickered back and forth between you and Joel, silently communicating with his brother as you introduced yourself. You managed to catch Joel shooting Tommy a warning glare before nervously resting his hand on your lower back and guiding you through the restaurant to an empty booth in the back.
"Have I told you how beautiful you look?" Joel asked, his dark eyes sparkling even under the dim mood lighting. You giggled and shyly looked down at your lap.
"A couple times."
Joel smiled warmly and leaned forward, his eyes trailing over the soft curves of your jaw and the way your plush lips stretched when he made you smile.
Before the food arrived, you learned a little more about him. He worked in construction, doing mostly residential but some commercial property work. He was trying to go into business for himself, which he told you was difficult but he already had years of experience and contacts in the area. He preferred to do most jobs himself or with as little help as possible because he only trusted his own work, but sometimes he did hire Tommy for a job to help his brother earn extra money.
"And in return, he lets me eat here for free," Joel finished, wiping the small smudge of red sauce from the corner of his mouth.
"That sounds like a win-win," you joked, and Joel chuckled.
"Tell me 'bout yourself. You said you been workin' at the store for four years?"
"Yeah," you nodded, pushing your empty plate to the side. "It's just meant to be temporary. I'm going to community college three days a week. Trying to get my degree so I can get a job with normal hours."
Joel hummed and leaned back in the booth. "What'dya wanna do?"
You shrugged. "I'm not sure, really. Hoping I figure that out as I go. I just know being a cashier for the rest of my life isn't for me, you know?"
"Yeah, sure," he agreed. "I could ask 'round if you want. Maybe some place is hirin' a receptionist or somethin'?"
"Oh, it's okay," you waved him off with a smile. "I appreciate it, though."
Afterwards, he took you for ice cream. You sat together outside the ice cream stand on a bench. The temperature outside was perfect and the place was mobbed. Kids ran around playing tag while other families gathered around picnic tables, laughing and telling each other about their days while you tried not to stare at Joel licking his ice cream and fantasizing about what that would look like between your legs.
"I wouldn't've pegged you for a strawberry girl," he said, nodding towards your rapidly melting ice cream.
"It reminds me of when I was a kid. My grandma liked to take me out for ice cream when she babysat me and strawberry was her favorite."
He smiled, listening to you talk about your family, getting a brief glimpse into your life, leaving him wanting more.
You thought everything was going so well. The date went perfectly. There wasn't as much awkwardness as you originally thought there would be and Joel was very easy to talk to. So when he dropped you off at your door and you invited him inside, you were surprised and somewhat hurt when he declined after a quick glance at his watch. He only kissed your cheek before telling you have a good night and backing out of your driveway, leaving you confused and a little self-conscious.
"He's probably just a gentleman," Courtney assured you the following day, "wants to take things slow and all that."
And you agreed. Once you had time to process everything, that seemed like exactly what it was, and you began to feel better.
But then Joel took you on a second date, and then a third, and he still hadn't tried to kiss you or make a move whatsoever.
"Maybe he's just rusty," Courtney offered after the fourth date and still finding yourself being shot down. "He wouldn't keep going out with you if he didn't like you."
Once again, Courtney made sense and you agreed he just liked to take things slower than you were used to.
But on your fifth date, where he took you to a baseball game, you misjudged the size of the beers they sold and you found yourself tipsier than you expected. Joel seemed really into the game but turned his focus on you whenever you searched for it, which, as the night wore on and the alcohol buzzed in your veins, became more and more frequent. You would ask him questions about how the game was played, even though your father watched baseball your whole life, just so you could listen to him talk. You looped your arm through his when the game was over and you both shuffled out of the stadium with a whole herd of drunk fans, back out into the parking lot. You tightly held onto his bicep, the feeling of his muscles under you fingertips more intoxicating than the beer, as he escorted you to his truck.
On the drive back to your place, you could feel your confidence building. Maybe he's just shy and doesn't know how to make a move. Maybe he just needs a clearer sign. Maybe he's waiting for you to make a move.
So, when he walked you to your door and he leaned in to kiss your cheek, you turned your face at the last second and locked your lips with his.
You could feel his surprise when your lips met. He froze and stopped breathing as he tried to figure out what to do, so you decided to make things easier for him and draped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and massaging your lips over his, urging him to reciprocate.
And finally, his hands flew up to your waist and tugged you against him. His mouth began to move and he crowded you up against your door. When your back made contact with the wood and his large palms squeezed gently at your hips, you moaned into his mouth. You had been dying for this for weeks and you would be damned it you were going to let it stop too soon.
Without even asking this time, you reached behind you and fumbled with your doorknob, twisting it blindly without breaking the kiss so you could both stumble inside. He kicked the door shut behind him, tongue licking at the seam of your lips while he brought one of his hands up to cup the back of your head. You granted him access, parting your lips and tangling your tongues together as he continued to walk you backwards. He opened his eyes and glanced around the dark living room quickly before pulling away and whispering one word: bedroom?
The way he said it made your knees weak and your heart flutter excitedly in your chest. You pulled him down for one more kiss before grabbing his hand and practically dragging him down the hall. About halfway to your room, his lips latched onto the crook of your neck and you slowed down, closing your eyes and twisting around in his arms so you could kiss him again. He pinned you against the wall with a groan, his thumb and forefinger clutching your jaw, prying it open so he could devour you. You hooked one leg over his hips and he let go of your jaw so he could grab the backs of your thighs and haul you off the ground.
You tugged at his hair impatiently, then gasped when he ground himself against your core, your body jolting in his arms and knocking a canvas print off the wall.
"Shit," he muttered, barely sparing the picture a glance before peeling you off the wall and carrying you towards your bedroom with your ankles hooked together at his lower back. You giggled against his mouth then squealed when he tossed you onto your bed. His hands glided underneath your dress and up your legs, slipping his fingers around the the waistband of your panties and tugging them down, pausing once he got to your knees. He blinked a few times like he was snapping out of a stupor and glanced up at you.
"Is this okay?"
"God, yes," you said, reaching behind you to tug at your zipper. You tried to shrug off your dress but his lips found yours and you quickly got distracted. You nibbled at his bottom lip while simultaneously tugging at the hem of his shirt, pushing it up over his soft stomach and stopping at his broad shoulders. He broke away just long enough to lean back and toss the shirt over his head and he was back on top of you before you could even drink him in.
You dragged your mouth over his chin, biting and nipping as you went. He groaned as you left open mouthed kisses across his jaw, his prickly beard tickling your tongue. "My dress," you whispered against his cheek before mouthing at the skin there, "take it off."
His palms slid over your shoulders, pushing the straps of your dress down while you wiggled a bit, helping move the fabric down your body. You arched your back so he could pull your dress all the way off, his breath getting caught in this throat when your nipples brushed against his bare chest.
He couldn't resist. When your dress was discarded on the floor, he sat back between your legs to admire your naked body, completely transfixed. Too much time had passed without him saying anything and you grew self-conscious, so you slowly began to cross your arms over your chest, but he stopped you.
"No," he rasped with a shake of his head. "You're so beautiful, just wanna look at you another minute."
Your cheeks flared with heat but you dropped your hands and gazed up at him, watching his eyes flicker excitedly over your body, memorizing every curve and freckle he could find. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a twitch in his pants and you glanced down at the outline of his cock through his jeans. You bit your lip and he followed your gaze, palming his erection briefly before undoing his pants.
"Oh," you whispered to yourself when you saw his cock spring free. He wrapped his hand around his thick shaft and glanced up at you as he crawled back up the mattress on his knees. "You're big," you added, unable to look away. He blushed but didn't reply. Instead, he leaned forward and kissed you, this time slower. You shuddered in anticipation when you felt the tip of his leaking cock brush against your pussy and he froze.
"Shit, wait," he grumbled, sitting back on his heels before reaching for his wallet, which was still stuffed inside his jeans. You figured out the problem and leaned over to your nightstand, fishing around in the drawer until you found a condom and held it out for him. He looked relieved when he saw the little foil square and tossed his wallet back onto the ground before ripping open the condom and rolling it on.
"Sorry. It's... been a while. Wasn't exactly prepared," he explained, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. The endearing confession just made you want him even more.
"It's okay, come here," you murmured, reaching your arms out for him. He grinned and fell down onto his elbows, kissing you slow and deep. When you felt him rest his tip at your entrance, you tensed up.
"Relax," he whispered in your ear. You slid your eyes shut and snaked your arms around his shoulders, gasping sharply when he pressed forward. When he sunk his teeth into your shoulder, your eyes rolled to the back of your head, the pain mixing with the pleasure in a way that made you dizzy.
"Oh, fuck, Joel," you whimpered when he bottomed out, your body stretching around his girth, the sting setting your nerves on fire.
He groaned against your neck and began to rock his hips steadily, making sure to not go too fast. He could tell you were still getting adjusted but it had just been so fucking long and he liked you so much, it was difficult to hold back. He could feel the sweat collecting between his shoulder blades as he focused all his energy on going slow, and when he felt your thighs relax around his waist and your back arch underneath him, he sighed with relief.
"More," you moaned, pressing your body against his, trying to get as close as possible. He growled and dipped his mouth down to capture one of your nipples, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud, releasing it with a wet pop and reveling in the sweet noises you made for him.
He wanted to tell you everything. He wanted to tell you how much he thought about you, how long he wanted to ask you out, how he wanted to know everything about you, how nervous you made him with just a simple glance. But he didn't say any of that. It had been so long since he had gone on a date that he wasn't even sure what women liked anymore. So he remained silent, focusing on not coming too soon while paying close attention to your cues, memorizing what you liked based on the breathy whines in his ear and the way your fingers clutched frantically at his hair. You, however, took his silence to mean he wasn't enjoying himself and you really, really didn't want that, so you pushed gently on his shoulder, drawing his attention.
"Let's switch," you murmured, and he gave you a quizzical look. "Why don't you lay back and let me do some of the work?" you explained, nipping playfully at his jaw.
When his head settled into your pillows, watching with heavy lidded eyes as you straddled him before catching his gaze and slowly sinking down, taking every inch of his cock with a low moan, he thought for sure it would be the death of him. You looked so beautiful all spread out and full of him that he had to squeeze his eyes shut so he wouldn't come just looking at you.
Then you started riding him and his eyes flew open, his chest heaving as he watched your tits bounce and your head tip back in ecstasy and he knew he was done for.
"Wait," he rasped, grabbing your waist and stilling your hips. You stopped, swollen lips parted as you panted for air and looked down at him.
"What's wrong?"
"N-nothin'," he stammered, taking a few deep breaths in before chuckling. "I'm just... I need a minute, is all."
You could see the red beginning to stain his cheeks and the look of embarrassment flicker across his face, melting your heart. Leaning down, you cupped his jaw and kissed him tenderly.
"Is that why you've been so quiet?" you asked softly, leaning back so you could look into his eyes but still holding his cheek in the palm of your hand. He nodded, his fingers gently wrapping around your wrist.
"I'm sorry. I haven't been with anyone in years and I've been tryin' to take things slow with you but I think all the buildup just made it worse." You grinned and took his other hand.
"Don't be sorry. I think it's hot," you whispered, pulling his free hand down between your bodies. He splayed his hand out across your lower abdomen and you took his thumb between your fingers, pulling it down so it made direct contact with your clit. You sucked in a sharp breath when you felt the pressure and a slow smile spread across his face when he realized what you were doing.
"Yeah? Why's it hot?" he asked, drawing slow circles over your clit and watching your jaw fall open and your eyes flutter shut. Both your hands dropped to his chest, holding yourself up.
"Because," you began, then bit your lip and moaned when he picked up the pace. "Because it's l-like you c-can't control yourself. Like y-you need me so badly, you can't hold back." You knew it sounded pathetic but you didn't care. His touch was intoxicating and you needed more.
"I can't," he admitted, his eyes glued to your face, taking pride in how good he made you feel. "I can't control myself. Wanted you for so long. Been thinkin' about this for months."
You gasped and your eyes snapped open, locking onto his. "Me, too. I never thought, shit, never thought you noticed me."
"Are you kiddin' me? I noticed you the first day." Now that the truth was out there, the words wouldn't stop coming. "You were wearin' a yellow shirt and I saw these perfect fuckin' tits when you bent over. Went home that night and-"
He stopped himself, wondering if he was going too far, but you dug your fingers into his chest and urged him to continue, desperately gasping for air as his thumb applied more pressure.
"Say it," you whispered. His cock pulsed angrily inside you, begging for release.
"Went home and fucked my fist thinkin' 'bout you."
You groaned loudly and leaned back, grabbing your breasts and playing with your nipples. "Fuck, I'm close, Joel."
"Yeah? Can you ride me, baby? Wanna come with you," he begged, his voice strained. Immediately, you resumed bouncing on his cock, letting go of your tits so you could brace yourself on his chest once again.
He watched in awe as you gasped and squeezed your eyes shut, stilling for just a moment, pulsing around his length as you came, his name and curses tumbling from your lips.
He couldn't hold back any longer.
He grabbed your hips with both hands and slammed up into you, grunting louder and louder each time. And it didn't take long. You had barely recovered from your own orgasm before he groaned, his eyes trained on where you were connected, thrusting as deep as he could go while his cock throbbed inside you.
"Fuck," he whispered, his head falling back limply onto your pillow. You slumped forward and buried your face against his neck, each of you trying to regulate your breathing.
"That was..." you began, trailing off when you realized your brain was still a pile of mush.
"Better than I ever imagined," Joel finished for you, wrapping his arms around your ribs.
Regrettably, he eventually pulled out, making you both wince. You rolled over onto your back and watched as he made his way to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. If you had any energy left, you might have shot off a quick text to Courtney, but you were barely coherent by the time he slipped back into your bed.
You didn't even need to ask if he was staying the night. He pulled you into his arms, his chest pressed up against your back when you fell asleep, completely at ease.
It could have been the beer or the sex, but you didn't hear his phone go off in the middle of the night. You didn't feel him slip his arm out from under you so he could answer the call in your living room, and you definitely didn't hear him quickly dress and leave.
It was finally Friday and you were moments away from calling off from work. The thought of facing him again made your stomach roll and your head swim.
You hadn't heard from Joel since he left in the middle of the night after you slept together, days ago. You foolishly texted and called him multiple times, but he never answered. Eventually, you got the message.
Countless hours were spent crying, then more were spent stalking around your place angrily, and a mixture of the two happened at work when either Courtney or Andy asked you about hot flower guy.
They eventually learned not to ask.
As badly as you wanted to call off, you dragged yourself into work. Andy offered to take over the registers so you could hide in the aisles stocking shelves during the hour Joel typically showed up, and you shamefully took him up on it. But when it was close to closing time and you made your way back to the front, Andy shrugged his shoulders.
"He never came."
You had a moment where you worried that something happened to him and you considered texting him just one more time, but when you got into your car that night and opened your text chain to a long list of unanswered texts, you changed your mind.
However, the next morning you awoke to a handful of texts from Joel. At first, your heart raced in your chest, but then your anger crept up and you had half a mind to just delete them. After you had some coffee and a chance to think clearly, your curiosity won and you opened the texts.
I'm so sorry
Something came up
Can you call me back?
Please let me explain
Your fingers hovered over your screen as you debated on what to say. Then you decided to leave the messages unanswered. At least for a little while. If he left you hanging for almost a week, he could wait a few hours, right?
What you didn't expect, however, was for him to show up at the store on a Saturday. He only ever came on Friday evenings. You were cashing out a customer, zoning out a bit, grateful for the distraction. When you reached for the receipt, your eyes locked with his and your pulse began to race. He was holding a bouquet of white roses and looking at you with a guilty expression. Your fingers froze around the paper momentarily until the little old lady in front of him cleared her throat and you blinked, snapping out of it and handing her the receipt with an apologetic smile.
"Hey," he said, but you kept your gaze trained down at the scanner.
"Hi."
Your hands shook as you scanned his flowers, doing your best to get the interaction over with as quickly as possible. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Andy at customer service notice Joel in line, watching from a distance in case you needed rescuing.
"You didn't respond to my texts," he said quietly. You shrugged.
"I've been busy," was all you said, tapping the button on the register for credit.
After he paid, you handed him his receipt and forced yourself to look at him. You could see in his eyes he looked exhausted and run down and despite how upset you were, you felt bad. But you felt even worse after he pocketed the receipt and handed you the flowers.
"They're for you."
"Oh," you said, surprised, as you looked down at the roses. "T-thank you."
Joel looked over his shoulder when a young couple began to unload their groceries on the belt. You panicked, not sure what to do or say, and then you felt a tap on your shoulder.
"Why don't you take your break?" Andy offered, "I'll cover."
You gave him a shaky smile, both of you knowing full well you already had your break. "Yeah, okay." Glancing over at Joel, you tilted your head towards the front door and he nodded.
"I'm so sorry I left without sayin' anythin'," he began when you sat down together on a bench outside the store. "There was an emergency and I had to go."
"You could have texted me or left a note," you said sadly, looking down at the flowers clutched in your hands.
"I know, and I was gonna, but my damn phone died and I was in the hospital for days. I was outta town, couldn't leave, I even wore the same clothes the whole time," he rubbed his face and sighed. "And once we got back home, I wanted to explain in person what happened."
"We?" you questioned. He dropped his chin to his chest and nodded solemnly.
"I have a daughter," he confessed, and your jaw dropped in surprise.
"W-what?" you whispered softly, "why didn't you tell me, Joel?"
His eyebrows pinched together, still avoiding your gaze.
"I don't know. In the past, women haven't exactly been thrilled findin' out I come with baggage and I guess I was bein' selfish." He finally looked up and you could see the pain behind his eyes. "I was tryin' to find the right way to tell you but I was so scared of losin' you."
You shook your head in disbelief. "It doesn't bother me at all that you have a daughter, Joel," you told him, "it bothers me that you lied."
He inched forward on the bench and put his hand on your knee. "I know. I'm so sorry. It was stupid. If you gimme another chance, I promise I'll never lie to you again."
Your chest tightened and you had to look away. He was so sincere, you could feel your resolve crumbling. After a moment, you dragged your eyes back up to him and you could swear he looked like he was on the verge of tears.
"Is she okay?"
He blinked rapidly for a moment, surprised by your question, then nodded.
"Yeah. She's okay now. She had appendicitis. She was with her mom last week. She lives an hour outside Austin and I just went right there from your place. Scared the shit outta me," he finished with a dry chuckle. Then something clicked.
"Your daughter..."
"Sarah."
"Sarah," you repeated. "The flowers you bought every week. Were they for her?"
He smiled shyly and nodded. "Yeah. She gets nervous goin' to her mom's still. The situation is a little rocky so I always get her flowers. Whether she's goin' there or comin' back. They make her smile," he said with a little shrug, and your heart melted.
"That's... that's really sweet," you said, looking down once again at the roses he bought you. He watched you closely for a moment then sat back on the bench, scratching his chin and trying to read your mind. Everything was out in the open now. He should have listened to Tommy and just told you the truth from the first date, but he couldn't remember the last time he ever felt so strongly about someone else before.
Just when he was about to leave, wanting to give you your space to think things over, you spoke again.
"So when are you free next?"
Joel exhaled in relief, then laughed. "Tomorrow?"
You bit your lip and nodded, then leaned forward and cupped his jaw, giving him a chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth.
"It's a date," you whispered before standing up. He watched you from the bench as you walked towards the front doors. At the last moment you turned around, the white roses clutched against your chest, and called out, "have a good night."
He grinned.
"Have a good night."
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no shame - r.c.
(Rafe Cameron x shy!waitress!reader blurb, 1.1k)
summary: Oh nothing just me thinking about what happens when Rafe takes you back to his place after weeks of eyeing you up at the club, losing his mind over your little blush when he caught you staringâŚ
content: fully just smut, mentions of insecurity, 18+ minors do not interact!!
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Rafe was obsessed. Everything about you was so much better than he had imagined. And god, he had spent hours imagining. But you were lightyears beyond the version of you he conjured up as he fisted himself every night after you'd waited on him at the club restaurant, making a mess all over his sheets while he groaned your name.
The real thing was a million times better. He loved how expressive you were, so unafraid to tell him exactly what you wanted and how he made you feel. He knew he was a goner from the moment you pulled back from what was supposed to be a goodnight kiss in his truck, brows furrowed and lips puffy when you told him âRafe, Iâm really wet.â
Then when he finally got you in his bed, he thought maybe heâd found heaven. You were just so sweet, so polite. Looking at him with genuine gratitude while you let him bury himself all the way, asking him to go harder and then whimpering âthank you!!â when he obliged.
You were clueless to his adoration, though. Your own insecurities getting the best of you, even though you felt better with him then you ever had in your life.
You were so worked up after your dreamy evening together, Rafe showing up looking so damn handsome in his button down, opening doors and pulling out your chair. Not to mention the weeks of frustration leading up to your date, trying not to think dirty thoughts whenever he came into your work and purposefully sat in your section.
No matter how hard you tried to keep your head down and focus on your work, your eyes always landed back on him. His rippling arms under his tight golf shirts, the veins in his hands as he swirled his bourbon, the pink hue in his lips when he smirked at you and asked you to dinner after your shift.
Tonight was supposed to be the night you made him want you the way you wanted him. You tried riding him, but you were way too blissed out to keep up the pace. You had collapsed on his chest and when he asked âwhat do you need?â you couldnât think of anything sexy to say, only the truth. So you whispered, âI need you to get behind me and go as hard as you can.â
You didnât have to ask him twice.
Rafe was deeper than you thought possible. He smirked as you braced yourself on the headboard when bunching the sheets between your hands just wasnât enough, âyouâre so big!â you cried, your honesty making him quiver inside you.
âYa think so?â he coaxed you into continuing.
âYes- ah!- yes! How are you so deep? Itâs soooo good, Rafe!â
Soon your words had melted into whimpers, which broke into actual squeals as you reached you arm behind you, nails scratching at his hard stomach, not even sure what you were reaching for.
You donât remember what else you said, just that it was loud, your hair messy in your face as you writhed around helplessly in the sheets, coming harder than you ever had. By the time he pulled out, your whole body was trembling with aftershock. Your lips puffy and swollen from being pulled between his teeth and makeup smeared from burying your face into the pillows, which were now streaked black with your mascara.
He kissed your shoulders as he rolled off of you and onto his side of the bed, his own chest rising and falling with desperate pants.
You laid very still, legs like jelly, goosebumps jumping out all over your skin now that the warmth of him was on the other side of his California king.
As your body came back to earth, a wave of embarrassment crashed over you. The room was starkly quiet, your ears ringing from the shrieks you had let out.
âIâm sorryâŚâ you mumbled from between your swollen lips.
âHmm?â He asked, still reaching for a deep breath that just wasnât coming.
You wished you had said it louder, not sure you could muster the courage to repeat yourself. Had he not heard you or had he not understood?
âSaid âmsorryâ you tried to be clearer but your voice was strained from overuse.
Rafe sat up, confusion and concern flashing across his face.
âSorry for what?â He asked, his hand reached to comfort you but he pulled back at the last minute, afraid he had done something wrong to cause this reaction.
âFor being so extra,â you choked out, âit was just really good.â You turned your neck to hide your shameful blush in the pillows.
Rafeâs worried look faded, giving way to a wide smile, a combo of relief and pride.
âYouâre embarrassed?â He flattened his hand over your lower back and rubbed your skin gently, hoping to reassure you.
You just nodded into the pillow and let out a muffled âmhm.â His chest rose with endeared laughter, he couldnât help it - you were just so cute.
At the sound of his laughter, you turned around to face him, disbelief across your face.
âDonât laugh at me, Rafe!â You grabbed one of the pillows and whipped it at him, the action only making his laughter grow, his head falling back with delight.
You couldnât believe he was actually teasing you in your vulnerability. You pulled away from him, reaching for the clothes that had been discarded on the floor so hastily.
âNo, wait!â Rafe grabbed your arm and pulled you gently back onto the soft mattress, you couldâve fought him but you let yourself fall, still too drawn to him to resist.
âYou have nothing to be embarrassed about, princess,â Rafe cooed. He was propped on his elbow over you, basking in the way you looked up at him, all soft and pretty, hair fanned out beneath you and your perfect tits on display just for him.
âReally?â You asked so earnestly he thought his heart might burst.
Rafe bent his head low to place a soft kiss on your collarbone, your nipples hardening with anticipation as the skin of his chest ghosted over them. Even that involuntary response made you worry heâd think you were pathetic.
âIt was so fucking hot,â he praised before kissing you again, lower this time. âYou make me crazy.â
He hovered over you and your legs opened immediately to allow him to settle between them.
âDo you mean it?â You still couldnât believe a man this gorgeous could want you so badly, despite feeling him hardening again against your inner thigh.
âMhm,â Rafe nodded and smiled sweetly up at you, his chin resting on your clavicle, his perfect face looking like it belonged there. âGonna make you come all night just so I can hear you squeal like that.â
âRafe, stop!â You giggled, swatting his shoulder.
He chuckled a deep, husky laugh and returned his lips to your skin, swirling his tongue over your nipple, before grazing it with his teeth, making your body shudder helplessly below him.
He smiled warmly against your skin, continuing to worship you, pausing only long enough to say ânow be a good girl and thank me again.â
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,, Love Quest ''
Background character male reader x Protagonist oc
Part 1 Part 2
Tw/s: dub-con at the start, dacryphilia, rough sex, semi-public sex, overstimulation, multiple rounds.
In a world where everyone's assigned a role they have to be, you were one of the many unlucky yet common ones to get the role of a background character. One who couldn't even interact with the protagonist if you wanted. The way it works is through the system. There is a system that essentially controls the world. This system can create scenarios, assign roles, etc. This whole world was built by it. Everyone has to obey it, excluding the protagonist themself, that is. Some even say it's possible for the protagonist to control the system itself but, that's just a rumour.
Of course, the role with the most power is the protagonist. Anyone would dream to have that power. To be the protagonist and have everyone fawn for you, throwing themselves at your feet, worshipping your every step. Not only that, his love interest is the best of the best, the prettiest girl you'd ever be able to lay your eyes on, the one you'd never be able to get with if you weren't the protagonist. Just like any other previous protagonist in this world, the current one is an extrovert, River Sterling. He's a perfect guy in every way. He's very well known due to being the protagonist, but also, he is very talented. It's as if there is nothing he can't do. He's even the top 1 on campus. Very rarely is he seen getting anything under an A+. Despite everyone constantly praising him and falling at his feet, he remained humble.
Just like any other day, you enter the building with books in your hands. You had to return these to the professor after borrowing them for a day. No matter how much you studied, you always remained top 2, and because of that, you were annoyed by River. Of course, it's not his fault that he's the protagonist, but you couldn't help but still feel negatively towards him. Going up the many many stairs, you overhear a girl yelling, maybe at a guy? You're not sure what kind of situation it is, but you guess it is a fight between a couple. "You never even spend time with me! Am I not enough!? Destiny binded us together, and yet here you are, doing nothing to please me, your girlfriend!", it sounded like Aria, the protagonist's main love interest. "Aria, well how would I be able to spend time with you when I feel nothing towards you", River says with a nonchalant tone, shocking you a bit, you've never heard him using that tone before. You stop in your tracks, right in front of the door, where you can hear Aria yelling at him. "Y-you...what!?", you can hear Aria say in disbelief. "H-how is that even possible! I'm who you're supposed to be with, I complete you, I'm your other half!", even without being able to see her, you can tell she's tearing up, probably with a red face. Though despite her crying, you don't hear River comforting her. Which is again, very out of character for him.
Next thing you know, you hear a very loud slap accompanied by running sound towards the door. Before you could even react, the door swings white open, a blonde haired girl running out of the room, knocking you down in the process. You stare at the direction she runs to. "Who are you, why did you eavesdrop", you turn back to River, looking down at you, glaring, even. His once gentle eyes seem to be clouded. You don't even recognize him. "[N-Name]", you gulp, you felt as if the man in front of you was going to eat you whole if you said the wrong thing. "[Name]..? I've heard of you, the top 2, right?", he asks in an almost curious but borderline mocking tone. You remain seated on the floor, books scattered everywhere. "Are you not going to explain yourself?", he raises an eyebrow, walking towards you. Taking this as a sign to get the fuck out of there, you quickly grab the books and try to run off, only to have your shirt grabbed by the tall guy.
"Running off are we?", he looks at you with a questiong expression, why would you avoid him, he wont eat you, will he? With the clock ticking, both of you know that soon, this hall will be packed with students, fortunate for you, unfortunate for him. He doesn't want you to go before he can pry some information out of you.
Thinking of a plan, he quickly drags you to the room, shutting the door behind him so you won't be able to run out without him stopping you mid-way. With his hands crossed, he asks you once more, "Why were you eavesdropping?", his tone even more demanding. "I was on my way to the professor's office, I just overheard some things. Can I go now?", you give a quick explanation, wanting to get out of this situation as quick as possible. Though, he wouldn't allow it. "How much did you hear?", "not much, please let me go now," you walk towards the door, turning the door handle only to see it's locked. It shouldn't be. The door can only be locked from the inside, and by the looks of things, River didn't have time to lock the door.
[System: Love Quest]
In order to proceed, please engange in intercourse.
And just as the system suddenly appeared in their face, a percentage bar appeared in the corner of the room and it stood tall, at 0%. With one look, the both of you knew what it wanted. "What the fuck!?", you yell, looking at the window and then at the protagonist who clearly isn't phased. He only sighs, rolling his eyes, as if he was annoyed by this notification. "This shit again", he whispers, loud enough for you to overhear on accident. He's gone through this before..? is what you were thinking. You've almost never gotten a window from the system, let alone one with any sexual themes. If River wasn't shocked, that means it's probably a common occurrence for him.
The two of you stare at one another for an uncomfortable period of time. As if time stopped for a moment. "This is getting real annoying", he says, sighing and stepping towards you. You back away until your back is pressed on the door making you unable to escape as he grabs your chin, lifting it up and looking at you. "You'll make do", he says before pressing his lips onto yours. Out of shock, you try to push him off, wanting to yell at him. How could he, a protagonist, be kissing someone like you? You're what others would perceive as not worthy of being in his presence let alone be kissing him. Yet here you are, getting your mouth explored by the man himself. Your eyes were opened from shock but you closed it after a few seconds, wanting to savour this moment. His hand made its way to your cheek. He was very gentle with both his hand and lips, making you lean into his touch. Before long, you felt as if you were running out of breath, how long can he even kiss you for!? Fortunately for you, he let go of the kiss, panting and trying to catch his breath after that incredible make out session. "We're not done yet", he says, pointing out the elephant in the room which is the percentage bar which still stands tall at 0%, no progress has been made, making the room inaccessible from the outside. The doors being magically locked also kept anyone from getting out before the goal was met. You knew you had no other choice but to do this in order to get out, as much as you were annoyed by the guy as a student, you couldn't deny his charm, the way his eyes looked into yours, the way his grazed his thumb over your lips. Who wouldn't fall head over heels for him? Anyone would die to be you at this very moment.
Without any hesitation, you managed to gather the courage to pull him into another kiss, you could feel him smiling into the kiss as he reciprocated. Moving his hands to your hips, trailling down to your clothed butt. Gropping and fondling it before he eventually unzips your pants, letting them slide down to your ankles. Leaving your bottoms almost bare if not for your briefs covering your private part. "Ahm...agh", the both of you moaned into the intense kiss before letting go. "You're a good kisser", you comment, gasping for air once more. He smirks, "of course, I'm not the protagonist for nothing", he chuckles a bit. You felt hands slipping into your briefs, making its way to your ass, gripping it even more now. He really seems to be enjoying gropping you. You felt his fingers move closer and closer to your hole before he inserts a finger into you, causing you to grip his arms in shock. "A-agh..!", you let out a surprised moan, his finger wiggling around, trying to get your hole to relax a bit, "you're so tense, [Name], loosen up a little", his inserted another finger, making you unable to keep your composure no matter how much you try to.
You feel his fingers thrusting into you, as if trying to get you to cum from his fingers alone. His long and slender fingers were quite deep in you. It wasn't long before he added another finger. And now that three fingers are going in and out of your hole, you feel as if you're aboit to reach your climax. You close your eyes, moaning loudly. He took notice to this and immediately stopped his fingers as if knowing you were about to cum. You're now puzzled by his actions, why did he stop? "I don't want you cumming from just my fingers, that wouldn't be fun now would it?", you then hear the sound of pants unzipping, realizing it was from him. He pulled his hard cock out of his briefs. You stared at it for a while before he snapped you back to reality, "eyes up here, angel", he teased, giving you a pet name while he was at it. "What? Have you never seen a cock this big?", you definitely haven't. It wasn't just long, just looking at the girth of it made you shiver a bit, how will that even fit. It was befitting of a protagonist, he's perfect in every way, even in his physical attributes. "Enough staring, angel", he says as he suddenly picks your legs up. You instinctively put your arms around him tightly so you don't end up falling, "hey!", you yell, this wasn't a pleasant surprise, you could've fallen, "relax, you're quite light", he is very strong afterall, he's joined almost every single sport available at this point.
You decide to put your trust in him, he's able to hold you up for over a minute now, there's no way he'll suddenly drop you, that'd ruin the moment on top of you getting hurt. After the shock wore off, you notice something poking at your hole, "hm..?", you let out a hum of confusion, turning your head down only to see his cock at your entrance, wanting to be inside you. "Are you ready to be filled up like you've never had before?", the now cocky-like protagonist asks with a slight chuckle at the end. You nod and immediately feel his cock thrust up inside of you, almost halfway in already. He grunts at how tight you are despite him having prepared your sweet little hole for his cock beforehand. Trying his best to get his cock all the way into your hole as you moan out in pain and pleasure, "relax why don't you?", he gives a teasing smile. Leaning in for a kiss, he manages to get you to relax and without another word, thrusts the rest of his cock into you, shocking you once more. You accidentally bite his lip in the process, drawing a bit of blood. "Agh!", he pulls back, tapping his finger on his lip and seeing that blood is coming out of the wound. He focuses on you once more, as if signifying he's about to move. You give a slight nod and he starts to thrust in and out of you, slowly and sensually at first. "You're really warm inside", he comments while thrusting into you, looking into your eyes as you manage to keep them open.
After a while of the sensual and slow fucking, he gets tired of it, wanting to thrust into you quicker. And so, he does as he wants. Thrusting into you quicker this time, rougher. You close your eyes and tighten the grip on his upper back, scratching his skin through his shirt. Your moans are no longer considered quiet, you're full on moaning your head out. That was before you realized the bell had rung, students were on their way to class and they'd pass by this specific room. You bite your lip in order to muffle out the moans, keeping it somewhat quiet in order to not get caught. River on the other hand, didn't like this one bit. He wants to hear your delicious and sweet moans, you should let them out for him to hear. "Stop biting your lip, angel, let me hear you", something in his voice made you want to obey his words, and for some reason, you find yourself no longer biting your lip, now you're just letting it all out, moaning and crying out for him.
The faster he went, the more you felt like you were about to reach your climax. He also seemed to be close. The both of you sweating, moaning, grunting. "I'm, agh, gonna cum...!", he says as he shoots his load all in you, coating your inner walls with his seed, some even dripping out. At that moment, you also came, releasing your juice all over your stomach. With the two of you now panting and gasping for air, River carries you to a nearby table, letting the two of you rest for a while. Just then, the door swings wide open, "Who the fuck was making all that noise!?", a teacher yells into the room, seemingly staring straight at them. The teacher looks around in confusion, "huh...I was so sure there was someone here...", He then turns his heels and walks back out, closing the doors on his way. You who were covering your face due to this, looked in the direction the teacher was in confusion, "did..he not see us..?", you ask River, to which he replies, "the system did that, probably", as if the system heard the man, it dings and the both of you turn your heads towards the bar of percentage now sitting at a solid 30%, "huh? 30%?", you say out loud in even more confusion, "it wants us to have sex and get it up to 100%", River says without missing a beat, "ready for round two?"
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"Agh..! To..oo big, ahghh...", you try to say in-between moans, overstimulated by his cock and the way he bites your nipples. "You're taking me so well", at least he's enjoying it, a lot. You even wonder if he has an infinite stamina, but of course your thoughts were drowned by the time he came in you for the third time. How many rounds has it even been? The bar has been stuck at 99% for so long, when will this end..You're so overstimulated at this point, River's cock has been relentlessly fucking you dumb. You can't even think anymore, nor can you let out any coherent words. It's been at least a couple of hours since the both of you started this, why hasn't it ended. Your cheeks are wet, wet from the tears which had been and are still rolling down your face. He loves witnessing your debauchery. Your clothes have been discarded to the side by now, you don't know where but they're on the floor somewhere. His thrusts get faster and faster, you didn't even know he could go this fast but here he is, fucking you with inhuman speed. "C'mon..ah..come with me, my angel...agh", he moans and grunts while saying this. Then his thrusts stop and you feel even more liquid filling your already over-filled hole, making it impossible to be kept inside and most of it dripping out your hole and onto the floor which has a pool of both yours and his cum. At that very moment, you feel your whole body give out as your vision blurs until you eventually black out.
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What happened in the room stayed in the room. Your life went on as usual, the normal schedule. Though, one thing has definitely changed. That is the fact that you are now dating the protagonist despite still having the role of a 'background character' . Everyone was shocked but learned to accept it. Who are they to defy the protagonist's wishes? One person in particular wasn't happy about this. None other than his ex, Aria. Everyone saw that coming from a mile away, though, so nobody paid her any mind. After that, River took any and every class you took. Science? You'd see him sit there with an empty seat next to him, looking up at you and asking with a big smile, "come! Sit here, angel!", while patting the seat next to him to signal for you to sit. PE? He'd always get you into his team no matter what. No matter how bad the other team wanted you on theirs, they'd never have you as you now belong to River. Being in the same class as you had its advantages. That is, being able to fuck you in class without anyone noticing. To be frank, the both of you found it out on accident. It was during class when the both of you got a new love quest. You thought of leaving the class to finish but the system didn't let you. It wanted the both of you to do it at that very moment. When he took the initiative and pulled your shirt up to bite your nipples, not a single student nor the teacher had any reaction, it was as if the both of you were protected by an invisible bubble that allowed the quest to take place. That, combined with the fact the teacher couldn't see the both of you the first time, confirmed your suspicions that they were indeed unable to see you.
From that day forward, the two of you almost always got a love quest every single day of school. The session would last at least 2 hours, leaving both of you a hot sweaty mess once it was over and done with. You'd always be embarrassed and extra tight during these. The way you felt eyes on you, it was as if they could see you, but in reality, they really can't. You'd tighten up at the thought of them watching you, making River grunt even more due to your tightness. He'd smirk and ram even harder into you once this happens. "Naughty boy, you get off to the thought of people watching, huh?", he'd always tease you. These love quests would be random, though. Despite it happening every day, the two of you could never predict when it'd occur. It could be very early in the morning, in class, or even during an activity. It was always random, so why would you always see River getting hard even before the love quest appear...? It's probably nothing. You're just paranoid.
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Apologies for the wait. My schedule's been real hectic lately. This is not proofread, so please excuse the probably many mistakes/typos!
I hope you enjoyed it! If you have any questions/reqs, please do send them my way!<3
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Ticci Toby General Headcannons
Summary: Basic, SFW, and NSFW head-cannons. My personal thoughts, feelings, and opinions about Toby as a character.
TW: NSFW below the cut, minors dni! Above the cut is sfw!
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Basic:
- Even though he is socially awkward and tense, heâs a master at people watching. Can read a room and know more details about a person within seconds of watching them interact.
- Likes his alone time.
- He would probably say Tim and Brian are his closest friends, the same canât be said about Masky and Hoodie, however.
- A pro at zoning out. Takes you waving your hand in his face before he snaps back.
- Bipolar? More-so emotional switch. Tends to be soft-spoken and awkward, trying his best to keep conversation while fidgeting his hands, looking anywhere but at your face. Otherwise, heâs an in-your-face, aggressive, no emotional resistance when that flip is switched. Lots of teeth gritting and yelling, swings his ax around like itâs a toy to intimidate. It takes a lot for him to get to that point, but it takes double the time for him to come back down from it.
- Not easily scared. Will throw himself into a fight and come out victorious somehow.
- Sleeper build. Wears lots of baggy clothing and layers so you canât tell, but secretly heâs jacked. He may look scrawny, but donât be fooled. Really strong shoulder and chest muscles from dually swinging his ax and dragging bodies around. He doesnât think itâs all that impressive. Wishes he was bigger.
- The worst posture youâve ever seen.
- Let his facial hair grow out from time to time. Thinks it makes him look too mature, but appreciates the compliments he gets.
- Has a secret hobby of playing a guitar he found on a mission. His tics mess him up a lot, but itâs worth the trip out deeper into the woods where no one can hear to practice a little.
- A little shit.
- Hates the heat. Would rather freeze to death than spend one moment in the too hot sun. Favorite season is late fall, around the first snowfall time.
- Big on territory. Never had privacy or respect as a kid so he values having his own things and belongs that nobody else can touch.
- Definitely shy, but not in the âUwUâ way, in the âCan you get this from the gas station for me? The girl in there looks mean.â
- Bites his nails, the skin around his nails, and his cuticles LIKE A MF.
- Very light sleeper. Unless heâs absolutely dead beat exhausted, heâll wake up from just the floorboards creaking. Has to be physically exhausted to actually rest.
- When listening to music, he needs it as loud and close as possible. Headphones are a must and they must be at max. He wants to feel that bass.
- A stray animal lover, feels similar to them in a way.
- Breaks down a lot. Hard to console or even talk to in those moments but some time alone in his room will do the trick.
- Has the education level of a middle schooler.
- Enjoys Gorillaz, Rainbow Kitten Surprise, and surprisingly, older country artists like Johnny Cash and Willie Nelson. âOutlaw shit.â
Dating Him/SFW:
- âLoveâ âY/NâŚâ âBabyâ
- Loves when he touches you and you donât pull away. Like when his knee accidentally rests against yours or his elbow bumps your arm while sitting on the couch and you donât tug away, just sitting there letting him rest. He gets all giddy.
- Playing with your hair. Currently trying to learn how to braid.
- âWait. O- Okay, so, right th- then left? No? F- Fuck, okayâŚâ
- Favorite sleeping position is with you wrapping around each other, legs and arms tangled together as he hooks his chin onto the top of your head, rubbing your back. Even though you both get extremely hot and sweaty after a while, Toby enjoys the moment before you eventually shove him off.
- Likes to feel your body weight on him, whether itâs laying or sitting, he just likes the pressure and warmth you give.
- Big on physical touch, could really care less if heâs mad or not, just needs to have some part of his body touching yours.
- You could wear or look like absolutely anything and heâd still think youâre the most gorgeous thing heâs ever seen.
- Loves how you smell after getting out of the shower, canât get enough of it while he kisses your warm, damp skin.
- Loves the way it feels when you comb through his hair with your fingers, practically purrs as he melts into your warmth, angling his head so you have better access.
- An admirer for sure, stares even when you catch on, studying every freckle or sunspot on your cheek.
- Self conscious about being your boyfriend. In reality, heâs an amazing lover, but heâs been conditioned his whole life that heâs not good enough and that ideal carries over.
- Tried to lick you through the hole in his cheek once, you both freaked out.
- Sensitive to high stress situations or loud noises so constantly reaches for your hand or crams himself into your side to block out the panic he can feel oncoming. You really help.
- Slasher movie date nights are always a bust because heâll describe just how inaccurate that blood splatter was, followed by what would actually happen in detail.
- âIf he c- cut the arm like that, it wou- wouldnât spray out that far. This g- guy doesnât even l- look like heâs ever even he- held an ax before.â
- Didnât have a favorite color until you told him yours. Says his is the same, just cause itâs your favorite.
- Very immature in the sense of relationship problems. He thinks everything can be solved if he just avoids it, and that includes you. It takes a lot of bickering and patience, but heâll eventually get over himself and force a solution.
- Doesnât open up about anything ever. Youâve gotta fight tooth and nail for him to even mention his motherâs name. Will tell you all about his latest mission, however, whether you want to hear or not.
- Throws things or hits you playfully just to turn around and go âWho did that??â
Dating Him/NSFW:
- Boobs. Tits. Breasts. He needs them in his palms immediately.
- A big biter. Will never bite hard enough to draw blood but gets so turned on at seeing his teeth marks in your skin. Big territory thing.
- âMine. See, I m- marked âya. Youâre mine.â
- His dream is to fuck your tits, too shy to ask though.
- Always been a âjerk off as fast as you canâ kind of guy, fisting his cock fast to just get off. So when you slowly slide down his cock for the first time, taking your time to adjust and grind your hips at a steady pace, he nearly cums on the spot from how overwhelming it is.
- Bisexual, definitely.
- Starts at a fast pace at first, thrusting and grinding until both of your hips hurt, but then slowly his pace changes, more intentional movements and sinking deeper, more focused on stretching you out then getting deep. Just wants to get you dizzy before he gives you the good stuff lol.
- âTh- That feel good? Youâre sq- squeezinâ so tight, ah-â
- His fingernail imprints all over your skin from how hard he holds you.
- Pervert but not in a creepy way. Pervert as in gets a boner from just watching your ass as you walk across the room. Has to clench his fists every time you bend over or raise your shirt up. Can barely breathe if youâre showing too much skin.
- Not big on degradation, but is very big on affirmation, loves to be told heâs doing good.
- Secretly, sooooo secretly loves the idea of anal. For both you and him. He wants to be buried in your ass, your back laid into his chest as he shoves his fingers into your cunt, panting into your neck. But at the same time, wishes you would just read his mind and push your fingers into his, fisting his cock as you stretched him so well.
- Surprisingly, very flexible. Whatever position youâre in he can easily contort to get the best angle to sink his cock in.
- Jealousy sex. Another resident of the mansion catches your glance for too long and suddenly youâre shoved into the bathroom, pants at your ankles as the brunette swipes the pads of his fingers against your clit, biting against your shoulder as he ruts into your ass.
- âMine, mine, m- mine, nobody els- else makes you feel this good. Right? R- Right? Yeah?â
- A WHINER. Grade A pro at burying his face into your neck/pillow/chest and just sobbing his pleasure through tears and moans. Heâs so loud, obnoxiously groaning and huffing as you slap your hand over his mouth. It doesnât help though, as soon as your hand pushes down his tongue is already out and licking your palms.
- You in his hoodie? Yeah, itâs the only thing youâre wearing while he snaps his hips, pushing your knees back as far as theyâll go to get even deeper, mewling about how good you look.
- Loves to sit back and watch you suck his cock, his fingers pushing strands of hair out of your face as you try to take it all in, eyes twitching the further down you get. Heâs not insanely big, just lengthy enough to make you choke and reach all the best parts. Likes to put his goggles on your forehead and watch them dangle as you bob up and down.
- Cumming in you? No. Cumming on you? Every single time. Goes absolutely crazy when he sees his seed shot across your stomach or thighs, your flushed skin and post-orgasm twitches getting him so turned on he canât focus.
- âYou ju- just look so good⌠Couldnât he- help myself, okay? Sorry⌠Can we, u- uh⌠Can we go ag- again?â
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can't take it? (enha's hyung line)Â
enha's hyung line when reader has high stamina and can go multiple rounds.
pairing: hyung line x afab!reader
my's note: unironically just thought about it and wrote it lol
warnings: established relationship, pet names (baby, darling, babe, angel, pretty) SMUT - so minors DO NOT interact!, implied unprotected sex (please, don't!!!), implied multiple orgasms, cowgirl, dirty talk, overstimulation (both), oral (f. receiving), fingering, lowkey nipple play, choking, belly bulge kink(?), they cum inside. lmk if i missed something!!!
wc (total): 1.8k
NOT PROOFREAD.
taglist đ: @yvnempire, @marigold-sunflowers
Heeseung would see it as a challenge and force himself through it even though he's teetering on the edge of giving up.
âFâFuck, HeeâŚâ You cried out, your body jolting, exposed breasts moving up and down to your boyfriendâs hard and deep thrusts inside your dripping cunt.
You didnât know exactly what to do with your hands as the overwhelming feeling grew in your lower stomach, indicating your second climax coming. Torn in between kneading your boobs and rubbing your own clit, you tried to give the best view to Heeseung.
But he wore an expression of intense focus, as if his sole purpose in life was to make you cum uncountable times. And to some extent, it was. His fingers were deep in your hips, holding you still as he just kept going, eyes focused on where you both encountered.
In and out. In and out. In and out.
Heeseung didnât care about overstimulating you â or himself. No, definitely not. So when you announced you had your orgasm, he continued on thrusting hard, fast, deep, tirelessly hitting your g-spot with his sensitive tip, since he had already cummed two times as well.
âSâtoo muchââ You mumbled, shaking your head, squirming under the pressure he held to keep you stay as possible. âTooâ MuchâAh, fuck, Heeââ
âTake it.â He managed to say, voice hoarse, low, determined, though his body was starting to betray his primal will.
The slapping sounds flooded the room as a lascivious, beautiful symphony. Heeseung looked up to catch a glimpse of hooded eyes and fucked out expression. He smirked, feeling proud of himself for leading you to the edge of insanity.Â
Your nails scraped down his back when he leaned closer, slotting perfectly in between your legs that wrapped around his waist, leaving red trails as you clawed at him for any sort of grounding.
âHee, I c-canâtâ!â Your protest dissolved into a broken moan when his thumb found your overstimulated clit, circling it in unwavering motions.
Heeseungâs warm mouth found place on your hardened nipples, playing with them by swirling his tongue around it and sucking just slightly, his pace never lacking, giving you an overwhelming experience of stimulus; you felt Heeseung everywhere.Â
You winced, skin tingling in despair as you cried beneath him, a complete whining mess. You were loving each second, head spinning and your chest pounding strongly; your tongue quickly swept on the corner your lips to clean your light drooling and consequently tasted the salty taste of your tears.
Heeseung trailed his hot muscle up to kiss you, a hint of a victorious grin gracing his lips as he watched you lose yourself before him. His only objective was to tire you and win that fucking stupid inner challenge.Â
âYou wanted it,â he groaned, close to your ear. You whimpered, feeling another wave of pleasure crossing you. âFucking take it.â
Jay would politely ask for a break ever once and a while, falling on the bed, panting, struggling to find words in between heavy breaths.
âOh, fuck,â Jay grunted, his body trembling slightly, thighs burning after rolling his hips in an admirable constancy.
He had cummed one time already with you positioned in all fours, but he could feel his second orgasm just as close.
âFuck, fuck, fuckââ he chanted, jaw clenching, his digits pressing your sides with a strength that got you clenching harder, knowing it would leave marks. You loved to be marked by Jay.
Under Jayâs sight, you looked extra gorgeous with your face down and ass up, rocking back and forth within each pound, moans getting lost in between the lewd slapping sounds. You could feel his balls smacking against your pussy, sending vibrations straight to your clit and a rush of delight towards your core.
âJay!â You nearly screamed, but your voice got lost in the pillow you had buried your face.Â
Still, your mouth fell open, the tears in the corner of your closed eyes smearing your makeup and staining the pillowcase, your hands fisting the bed as you whined Jayâs name.
Soon after, you felt his warm liquid filling you up again, your own release mixing with it and making a mess.Â
Jay pumped a few more times to ride you in your high before dropping himself by your side, panting hard, body still weak due to the effort of pleasing you. He had his eyes fluttered close as he tried to regain his composure, air difficulty making its way down his burning lungs. He felt his throat dry and groaned when you turned his body upwards.Â
âJust⌠A sec⌠Please⌠DarlingâŚâ He said in between ragged breaths and you giggled, grabbing the bottle of water on the nightstand and handing it to him, watching his neck moving as he drank on it.
After he finished and you drank a bit yourself, you shot him a glance. He quivered, eyes widening a little.Â
âWant more,â you mumbled, straddling on the bed just to position yourself on top of him. âBut donât worry, Iâve got you,â and with a wink and a smirk mischievously dancing on your lips, you aligned Jayâs softened dick on your folds, starting to grind back and forth.
All he could do was to rest his hands on your hips and pray not to pass out.
Jake would be so tired after the first round but he mastered the art of making you cum with his tongue and fingers a few times before fucking you.
The slurping sounds echoed through the room as lascivious as the wet noises of Jakeâs fingers. He was switching in between fucking you with his tongue and with his slender digits, the same ones that would curl on the exact shape to hit your sensitive spot.
You had no idea of how much you have cummed, your cries entering Jakeâs ears deliciously and traveling all the way down to his leaking cock.Â
He was so fucking turned on by your pretty sounds and your body searching for his own, searching for pleasure on his mouth and fingers. He could spend hours with his head buried between your legs; the pressure of your thighs against it was too good to dismiss, the sweet taste of your pussy melting on his palatar was addictive.Â
Jake loved how high your libido was, nearly matching his own. However, he would be extra tired after having his orgasm, so he just learned how to get yourself done until he finished fucking you deep and hard.
âGod, Jakeâ Your fingersâ So goodââ You threw your head on the pillow as your back arched, your hips grinding on his face and hands shamelessly.Â
âLike my fingers, babe?â He asked within a grin, trying to ignore his aching dick screaming for some friction.Â
Jake didnât want to rut on the mattress, because he had a job to do and it was to fill you up with his seed after eating you out for who knows how long. His hands were messy with your juice, just like the sheets beneath you two. He couldnât care less.
To have you, screaming his name just with his fingers and tongue was satisfying at most for him to worry about bed clothing.Â
You nodded, lost into the blissful desire Jake provided so perfectly. You jolted forward when you felt his lips sucking on your clit, his fingers now far gone from your pulsing hole as he licked your folds, lapping his tongue with precision, nearly making out with your cunt.
âCummingââ You whispered with a broken voice, just to scream after; the grip on Jakeâs locks tightening, eliciting a moan from him.Â
He chuckled, drinking from your arousal just like it was his favorite drink.
âGive me one more and then I fuck you with my cock, yeah?â
Sunghoon would match your energy. If you can go for a whole fucking night, so does he.Â
âYeah, ride my fucking dick, baby,â Sunghoon moaned, brows furrowing with how warm and wet you were around him, swallowing every centimeter of his shaft.
You were on top of him, bouncing, riding, doing anything that gave you the euphoria of being fulfilled. Both emotionally and physically.Â
Sunghoon definitely loved you, and the biggest proof was when he started doing gym just to match your stamina in bed, now able to follow you throughout the whole night without tiring too much. He could do it just fine before, but he wanted to be sure he was giving you the best. Always.
âFucking shit, so good,â he bit his lip, smirking, admiring the view of your boobs jumping as you tried new ways to pleasure yourself, his eyes wandering each curve of your body. You felt his dick throbbing inside you. âMy baby is so good, feels so good,â he said in between moans as his hands gripped your hips to help you.
You decided to grind back and forth, the last two orgasms helping to ease the movements; your lips were parted chanting Sunghoonâs name like a beautiful, addictive mantra.Â
He could feel how you started to squeeze his dick in no time, his finger sliding towards your clit to give just enough of friction.Â
âI love your cockââ You slurred, drunk in Sunghoonâs scent getting all over you. The feeling of his hard length nearly destroying you inside was too good not to vocalize. âLove it so fucking muchâ So big, so deepâ MhmâŚâ You sounded⌠delighted, as if you were experiencing the best sensation of your life â and you were.Â
Your exposed neck as you threw your head back invited Sunghoon's long fingers to wrap around it gently, just to give a light press that interrupted your airways to work properly for a few seconds. Your mind entered a haze of ecstasy, one that got you accelerating your riding almost instantly and seeking for your release as soon as possible.
The coil in your stomach tightened, and at some point you started to notice you could feel Sunghoonâs dick in there as well. One of your hands gave away the support you found on his chest just to press your belly, provoking Sunghoonâs hips to buck forward as he felt the slight pressure.Â
âFâFuck,â he stammered, letting go from your neck and clit to hold you still on top of him, starting to thrust frantically. âCum for me, angelâ Cum with me.â
As if a command, your moans increased the volume, so did Sunghoonâs thrusts, until you came all over his body, your juices mixed with his seed coating his dick and part of his stomach.
He gave you nearly seconds to recompose, maneuvering your body to lay back on the bed. You both smirked, because you knew what was coming.Â
âWeâre in for a long night, pretty.â
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Sukunaâs the type of baby daddy that even if you break you never really broke up đ and if you got pregnant again there no chance in hell it could be anyone elseâs kid besides his
The love you and Sukuna have is world-changing. Even after you break up, you are both still stuck on the other and unable to move on.
Pairing: Modern!Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: Hurt + comfort, fluff, mentions of smut Word Count: 1.5k Warnings: 18+, mentions of smut but nothing explicit. Reader and Sukuna break up, but they get back together at the end of the story. There is a happy end. They already have a daughter together, and another pregnancy is mentioned at the end. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact. Divider @/benkeibear
It's not that you aren't trying to get over Sukuna. You really do. After a week of crying your eyes out, you decide to go out. It's not even that hard to get chatted up by some guy at a bar. But when his hand lands on your knee, you practically bolt. It feels so wrong, so dirty somehow. As if your body is still Sukuna's territory and no one else is worthy of touching you.
You try again a week later and the week after, too. But none of the men you meet spark your interest. Maybe this shouldn't come as a surprise. After all, only a few weeks ago, you had Sukuna. You had the best. There simply is no one who can compare to him. No one will ever make you feel the way Sukuna did.
You regret the breakup. It was stupid. Just small things that accumulated over several weeks, combined with a bad day at work and Sukuna being grumpy when you got home. You could have handled it differently.
But now, your bed always feels cold, and your heart doesn't seem to be in your chest anymore. Instead, there is a stone in your chest, heavy and painful, while your heart is in another part of this city, in the hands of the man who will always be the one for you, even if you will never get back together with him again.
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Sukuna asks to see his child, but you feel unable to face him, so you cowardly text him back, telling him to just pick your daughter up from kindergarten and spend the afternoon with her. When Sukuna brings her home in the evening, you are relieved that he seems to have gotten the hint. He doesn't come inside but waits at the front door as your daughter runs up the stairs to your apartment.
But you aren't strong enough not to hurry to the large window that faces the street, gazing outside to see Sukuna's familiar tall, broad figure slowly stroll down the street toward his car. His pink hair looks just like the cherry blossoms that fall down onto the road like pretty, pink snowflakes.
You know you will never be able to look at cherry trees again without feeling sadness wash over you.
Maybe you will try going on another date with some new guy, but deep down, you know that it will be in vain. It will always feel wrong. It will always feel like something is missing. Because none of those men are Sukuna. No one can be like him. There is only one Sukuna. Everyone else will always just be second best.
Sukuna isn't even trying to get over you. Not anymore.
On the first night after your breakup, he was a mess and stormed off to some bar, desperate for a distraction. Anything that would keep him from getting overwhelmed by his feelings.
He had some drinks and flirted with a random girl. Even took her home, thinking that sex would help him feel better. But the moment she tried to unbutton his shirt, Sukuna grabbed her wrists and stopped her.
It felt wrong. He felt wrong. As if he was cheating on you. He told the girl to leave and watched with his arms crossed as she angrily slammed his door shut before Sukuna sank down on his couch and buried his face in his hands.
He knew right then and there that it was no use to go out and try to have hookups. It wouldn't work, and it sure as hell would only make him feel worse.
In the following weeks, Sukuna worked longer and spent more time at the gym, always trying to stay busy because as soon as he got home to his deadly silent apartment, he was drowning in thoughts about you. Drowning in all those happy memories the two of you had made over the years.
You were Sukuna's love, his heart, his everything. He hadn't known or understood love until he met you. So how is he supposed to ever get over you and move on? It's impossible. You are still his everything, and you will always be.
And so it's clear as day to Sukuna that he won't even try to move on. He knows he will always be yours, whether you are together or not. He was only able to give his heart away once. And even if you don't want it anymore, it still belongs to you.
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Sukuna spends two days every week with his daughter, happy to see his little girl but sad because he misses the time when all three of you did things together. And when she looks at him with your eyes and asks him, "Daddy, why don't you just come home again?" Sukuna feels his heart shatter into a million pieces.
Sukuna doesn't know what to tell her. He, too, can't understand why the two of you decided to break up. It was stupid. Nothing big caused it. Just small things that added up, and looking back they seem insignificant.
"I don't know, princess. Maybe Daddy should really go home and talk to Mommy."
He decides at that moment that he will get roses and come up to your door this evening.
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Sukuna's chest feels painfully tight when you open the door, and he sees your face again after all those weeks, hitting him with just how much he missed you.
He hands you the roses, a beautiful huge bouquet that cost a little fortune, his eyes gazing deeply into yours,
"Please take those flowers. They come without any obligation to take me back or even talk to me. But I want to give them to you because you are still the mother of my child. And... and you will always be my woman, just like I will always be your man, even if we aren't together."
He fears he sounds like a creep, that he overstepped a boundary, and that he made you uncomfortable. But he has had lots of time to think during the last few weeks, and he promised himself that he would be more open about his feelings if he ever gets a chance to talk to you again.
You stare at Sukuna for a moment that feels like hours to him. But then he sees the tears gathering in your eyes and sees the way your hand that's holding the flowers is trembling. You breathe a soft "Kuna..." and Sukuna knows. He knows that you are still his, just like he is still yours.
He pulls you into his arms a split second later, crushing the beautiful roses between your bodies as he hugs you tightly. And you melt so perfectly against him as if you are made for him. Your face is pressed against his broad chest, and you snuggle against him, every centimeter of you touching him. You cling to him so tightly that it's almost painful, but it's the first time since your breakup that Sukuna feels like he can breathe again.
"I am sorry. I am so sorry for everything."
You both speak the words at the same time, eyes locked, small relieved smiles playing around your mouths.
You tell Sukuna to stay for dinner, and he agrees. He takes over the kitchen again, his kitchen, and prepares a dinner that he knows his two girls always loved. He sits at your table again, jokes around with his little daughter, and basks in the way you look at him with your eyes full of happiness.
Sukuna doesn't just stay for dinner but stays the whole night.
He kisses you after the two of you bring your daughter to bed. Pushes you gently against the wall and claims your lips again, though deep down, he knows that those lips always belonged to him, even when you were apart.
He grins when you laugh when he picks you up and carries you princess-style to the bedroom. Your lips are on his again, kissing him as if you can't get enough of him, making it hard to walk, but Sukuna would find his way to your bedroom even blind.
He locks the door behind you, turning around only to find your hands on his chest, unbuttoning his shirt while your lips find his again in another passionate but tender kiss that makes Sukuna moan softly into your mouth.
He makes slow love to you in the bed you bought together all those years ago, showing you what it feels like to be loved and desired and cherished endlessly. And you wrap your arms and legs around him and meet each of his slow thrusts while you moan his name softly, and tears run down your cheeks, showing Sukuna the same love he is showing you.
Sukuna doesn't leave again after that night.
The two of you talk things out, and only a week later, Sukuna finally puts a ring on your finger and tells your little daughter that she needs to pick a pretty dress because she will be a flower girl at the wedding.
And only a month later, you place a positive pregnancy test on Sukuna's pillow, making both of you burst out laughing when you realize that you and Sukuna must have made another baby that first night when he came back and brought you the roses.
Thank you so much for the ask! It made me feel so many things, so I had to get these feelings out and write this little story đ I hope you enjoyed it and that it made you emotional, too. How could there ever be anyone else after Sukuna? It's really not possible đ
Thank you so much for reading! Comments and reblogs would be very sweet đ
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â§Ë ¡ . make me juno
pairing | max verstappen x popstar!reader
word count | 2.3k
content warnings | some social media au, established relationship, smitten max, light dom!max, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, multiple orgasms, fingering, brief choking kink, praise kink, squirting, HEAVY BREEDING KINK, cock warming, teasing, unprotected sex â 18+ only, minors do not interact
authors note | happy belated birthday to max #1 certified cat lover <3
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being with max for five years now youâd grown used to knowing his likes and dislikes; both in & out of bed.
especially in bed.
âhave you always been this keen on having kids? even before me?â you manage to spit out while sitting on maxâs lap, his lips prepping kisses all over your neck and chest.
you had just spent the day celebrating his birthday on a yacht with all of yours and maxâs close friends and family so he had been extra needy arriving home since he couldnât have his way with you all day with everyone surrounding both of you.
his lips detach from your neck looking you in the eyes full of love, âiâll remind you any chance i get when it comes to that, you are the reason i want a family. the reason i see myself being your husband and father of our children before you i never saw that with anyone else.â max would take any chance to remind you how ready he was to be your husband and have kids with you.
âi donât want to wait anymore. not for the wedding or the babiesâŚi want it now.â you whisper desperately clinging onto max. his eyes widen at your statement, ânow?â
âweâll have the wedding after the baby is born. we can go to to the courthouse this week and make it official just us two. donât you want that, maxie?â sitting on his lap grinding against his hardened cock make it even more difficult for him to say the words.
âyesâŚfuck yes of course, baby. i donât want to wait any longer to have you as my wife. gonna fuck you so full of my cum tonight and make you a mommy. god i canât wait any longer.â his hands cupping your face and pulling you into a hungry and messy kiss. both of you quickly removing your clothes off each other desperately needing to feel as close as possible.
you start getting on your knees but max pulls you back up, âas much as i want you on your knees stuffed with my cock in your mouth, i need to taste you.â his words immediately taking affect on your core.
âb-but itâs your birthdayâŚw-w-wanna giâ.â your words stutter out, after placing you on the bed hovering over you his lips meet your neck down to your stomach before he situates himself between your thighs.
âgetting to taste you is the best gift i could ever get.â your legs squeeze his head, thighs keeping him close to your pussy as he licks, laps, and sucks until you're close to the edge.
"âm so close, max, so close," you feel like you're in a trance as his fingers hook inside of you brushing your g-spot. he presses his palm into your lower tummy, applying gentle pressure as you nearly thrash under him from how intense the buildup is.
"cum for me, baby. make a mess all over my face," he growls before you feel yourself snapping as your orgasm flows through you. max rides you through the orgasm, tongue lapping at your core as your legs are left shaking.
âmaxâŚâ you gasp out of breath as cleans you with his tongue, your fingers slowly caressing his hair. he
"you are so perfect, baby." he cooes, thumb resting on your lip as you part your mouth and bite down on it. you feel him stiffen under you, "ik hou van je. (i fucking love you)" he groans under his breath as you wrap your lips around his thumb.
"my fingers look so good shoved in your mouth," he purrs, hearing you whimper as he massages your pelvis. you can feel yourself growing wetter, the heaviness in your mouth feels comfortable before his lips are on yours.
"shit," he hisses, "iâm done waitingâŚiâll take my time with you later.â
he doesn't give you a chance to speak before he's fisting his cock, lining up with your entrance, and pushing in "fuck, fuck," his voice is low and raspy, the feeling of him sinking into you, whispering out a various dutch words as he sinks deeper and deeper into you.
"this," he thrusts, slamming the headboard against the wall,"is what l've been fuckin' cravin. canât wait to see you round and full." his thrusts are deep and slow before he can't hold back and he's fucking you into the mattress, loud moans and skin slapping are the only sounds filling the room.
your walls flutter around his cock and you're coming for the second time that night, "gonna have you cum a few more times, baby. keeping us up all night and make sure i get you pregnant." he snaps, bed in shambles as it creaks and squeaks before his own thrusts are growing sloppy.
"gonna fill you up," he moans, "fuck, you're gonna be so fuckin' stuffed. looking so perfect carrying our babies." his breathing is laboured, chasing his release before it hits him and heâs spilling inside you.
you stay close together for a brief moment before you both are desperate for another round, trying to rock your hips because he's still hard inside of you, "maxâŚ," you plead. "need more. please, please, please.â
he chuckles deeply at your desperation, "yeah?" he switches your positions, flipping over, lying on his back as you're straddling him and you fall into his chest because heâs impossibly deep, you were sure youâd come right there once again just from that position
you rock your hips, steadying yourself over his chest as he groans, "that's my good girl, you feel so fucking good like this. my soon to be wife. mother of our babies. i love you.â heâs lost himself in you, unable to form a coherent sentence as you lose yourself in the feeling of riding him like never before.
his sweet words and whines coming from his mouth have you quicken your movements, "you feel so good, max," you mumble, "all yours, baby. iâm all yours," he groans, digging his fingers into your skin as he meets your thrusts.
âhow you doing, baby? you okay?â despite being deep inside you he slows down checking on you. he was starting to feel the exhaustion catch up to him but he was still hard as a fucking rock with your cunt clenching around him.
you nod giving him a smile, âmâ okayâŚgetting sleepy,â you mumble out before pulling him closer to you (if that was even possible), âfill me up one more time, maxie. then we take a napâŚand go again.â
despite being completely exhausted from the hours of fucking you wanted max to ensure you were pregnant by the end of the break. you were ready to become his wife and now have his babies as soon as possible.
his thrusts are deep and slow while you two conversed until your last sentence he can't hold back and he is fucking you senselessly now giving deep and rough thrusts, your moans filling the room chanting his name.
"come on, baby. cum 'round my cock, yeahâŚfuck," he hisses when you wrap your legs around his waist, locking him inside of you as he comes inside you once again.
catching your breaths you lay on top of him now, his cock buried inside you, âcanât believe weâve been awake all night.â you chuckle against his chest while his hand plays with your hair.
âi have a month of uninterrupted free time with you and iâm gonna take advantage of that.â max kisses your head and you close your eyes getting comfortable in his arms.
âremember when we first met?â you ask him, knowing heâd go on a yap session about it. he would talk about it to anyone who asked and you loved him so much for knowing the small things just from the first moment you met.
âdo i remember? how could i forget when you assumed i was a mechanic instead of the driver? oh and your perfect smileâ.â
2018
meeting at the united states gp in austin the year of 2018 you were just 19 years old on your first world tour of your singing career. you had a concert on the first day of the race weekend so you met a few of the drivers and you tried your best to remember their names but there was so many.
max had been watching your performance with a huge smile on his face, he was in a meeting causing him to miss the introductions most of the drivers had with you. but here he was waiting for you at the side of the stage to introduce himself. he had grown to be a fan the last few months and when he found out youâd be performing at the austin gp he was counting down the days.
âhi iâm maxâŚiâm with redbullâ.â
you had gotten off stage ecstatic with the crowd cheering you on to be meet with a slightly taller guy dressed in some jeans and a white jacket paired with a redbull hat. the redbull hat made you assume he was a mechanic for the team so you cut him off, âoh nice to meet you! iâm y/n, how is it like working on the cars for redbull? youâre a mechanic right?â
max was confused at the question many things did not make sense when you asked but he assumed you didnât know much of the sport (which was very true). he decided to go alone with it appreciating the chance to speak with you just for a few minutes before you were pulled away again for some interviews.
few weeks later he got your number from lewis who had been a mentor in your life for awhile now being in the limelight at a young age he took you under his wing. after checking with you first he gave max your number sending you a text and getting his full name you search him up on instagram realizing he wasnât a mechanic but a goddamn driver for redbull racing.
lewis couldnât help but laugh at your cluelessness when it came to the sport only sending him messages if he won not caring for any other drivers; until now.
after many apologies through the phone and max waving it off as something to laugh about. you grew a close friendship with him for the next year waiting patiently for him to ask you out.
PRESENT
âi had to wait a year before i got the balls to ask you out and thenâoh.â he chuckles stopping mid sentence looking down at you realizing you had fallen asleep. he gives your head a kiss and falls into some much needed sleep alongside you.
you had woken up a few minutes ago with your back against maxâs chest settling between his thighs. he had been playing with you hair until his hands started wandering down your body, âmaxâŚâ you sigh contently feeling his finger play with your clit.
when two fingers slip through your folds, an obscene moan runs through you before they're filling you up. "that's my good girl, look at how well you're taking my fingers," he cooes, fingers curled deep inside you.
"that feels good, doesn't it, baby?" he taunts, you nodded your head, eager to feel his fingers moving some more as you rocked your hips in sync.
the pressure building up made you squirm, max was edging you and now you were nearly in tears, âohâŚoh god,â whispering as you beg him to let you cum.
"that's it, my pretty girl," he hummed, âlove hearing your moans, love feeling you cum, baby. squeezing my fingers with your tight pussy. gonna have your pussy squeezing my cock after this.â
"fuck," max groans, your orgasm gushes out of you; soaking his hand and bed sheets. you pant trying to catch your breath, "think we need to get ready for the day...we can't stay in bed forever. i wanna take you to a cat cafe--."
"just one more for me, schatje, one more and then we go to all the cat cafes we want," he smiles sweetly, kissing your neck finding your sweet spot and getting a moan out of you. how could you deny him?
pulling you in for a passionate kiss he flips you around and looks you in the eyes filled with lust, "wanna try another position?" he mumbles against your lips and you nod, not having to tell him the one you wanna try because he knows it's your favorite.
with your face pressed into the bedsheets and ass up in the air he gives you a soft slap before sliding his cock deep inside your aching cunt, "fucking christ...shit," he groans with each deep thrust your walls squeeze him.
"not gonna last, max..." you whine, your hands grip the sheets as he gives you a rough slap on your ass, "me neither, baby. you gonna cum with me? come on, schat. gonna fill your tight pussy with my cum and make you mine forever." his thrusts growing faster and sloppier, but his words have you pushing back against him meeting his hips.
"yes, yes, yes...wanna have your baby please fill me up, maxie," he pushes you up against his chest his hand wrapping around your throat squeezing it lightly. it was more than enough for you to ride out yet another orgasm, "that's it, baby. make a mess all over my cock." he groans feeling your walls flutter around him, with a few more thrusts his cum fills you up.
your heavy pants fill the room, feeling him pull out of you after a few minutes making sure each drop of his cum filled you up he flips you over laying you down and grabbing a warm towel to clean you up, "doing okay, my darling?" he smiles down at your loopy grin.
"so good. i love you." you tell him once he finishes cleaning you up and settling in bed for a few minutes before you go and shower. "i love you more. best birthday ever." max tells you, and he meant it being the best birthday especially if you do end up pregnant.
you run your fingers along his jaw, "think you made me juno yet?" you smile sheepishly at him and you both break out into a fit of laughter, "well if that didn't, we'll just have to keep on going until you are."
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GUYS. so i was texting my friend whos like the chillest guy every probably. and we were talking about our new schools and i was like the thing is that here there are A Lot pretty girls and he was literally like. you go get a girlfriend and enjoy man ! i love him so much
#hands down the best response ive ever gotten to me saying that#everybody just goes like oh. thats cool#and nothing else#okay this doesnt really seem lke a lot but it was a nice interaction#rena.post
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