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⥠pairing: neighbor!jihoon x afab!reader ⥠theme: smut [18+ mdni] ⥠wc: 7k ⥠warnings: sub!reader, but also subby!jihoon, size kink, praise kink, auralism/ecouteurism, masturbation (m. & f.), oral (m. & f. receiving), unprotected piv sex (do not do this), cum swallowing, creampie, cockwarming, dacryphilia, size kink, hair pulling, gagging, missionary, 69, nipple play/boob worship, multiple orgasms, sex toys, mild alcohol consumption, did i mention size kink, lil fluff at the end ⥠a/n: i abandoned this fic at least five times lmao but then one night at like 2am the brain rot took over and here we are! tysm to @wonwovy for beta reading, @shinysobi for the title suggestion, and @miniseokminnies for help w the photos <3
When you moved into your new condo, you were pretty sure you hit the jackpot. At first, you were a bit suspicious - how could the rent be so low in this part of town, with such a nice building? But for two months after you moved in, youâve had no problems. Sure, the shower head is a bit leaky sometimes, and you could use a bit more storage space, but overall - no complaints. As an added bonus the unit next to you was vacant - aka, peace and quiet. Perfection.Â
That vacancy didn't last forever, though. Two months in, and you found yourself with a new neighbor. You haven't had a chance to properly introduce yourself to him yet, but from the brief glimpses of him you've gotten he seems nice. You suspect he's around your age, a bit quiet, definitely keeps to himself but has been very polite in passing. And while he's not exactly your type, you do admit he is pretty cute. So, nothing wrong with him.Â
You did, however, quickly discover two major problems. One, it turns out the walls are paper fucking thin. And two - to make matters worse - his bedroom is apparently right on the other side of yours, sharing a wall. And you can hear everything.Â
By the sounds of it, the guy is single. You never hear any other voices, just his - soft moans emanating through the sad excuse for a wall, gradually getting louder, culminating in a symphony of unholy noises. You've never heard a man be so⊠vocal before.Â
At first, you just try to ignore it. Obviously, he's doing nothing wrong - this is simply a consequence of shared living spaces. So you do your best to mind your business.Â
Easier said than done.Â
A week passes. You still haven't had a chance to actually say hi to your new neighbor, but you already feel like you've become intimately acquainted with him. It feels a bit⊠wrong. This is very clearly a one-sided situation. You don't even know the guyâs name for fuckâs sake. Yet, each time, a sharp aching sensation forms a pit in your stomach. You find yourself fantasizing about him - wishing you could be on the other side of the wall, wishing you were the one responsible for the sounds being produced.Â
You've gone and fallen for a complete stranger - or at least, the idea of him. Fucking great.Â
You just need to actually meet him, you tell yourself. He could be a complete asshole. Or maybe just not your type at all. Once you say hi, you'll get over this silly little fantasy in no time.Â
Iâll make sure to run into him tomorrow, you determine. You go to bed, content with your plan.Â
Not five minutes after you crawl under the covers, you start to hear faint groans.Â
You reach for your airpods, but they're not on your nightstand. You must have left them in the other room.Â
Itâs fine, you decide. Itâll be over soon enough.Â
But tonight, apparently, he is taking his sweet time.Â
You stuff your head under the pillows, trying to drown out the sensual sounds, but the moaning persists. Even muffled itâs loud - and it only gets worse as the minutes pass.Â
Just when you think heâs about to finish, the sounds cease. Thank god, you think as you roll over, ready to finally get some sleep.Â
But a minute later he starts up again. Slowly at first, once again taking his time, increasing his speed at an excruciatingly slow pace. Eventually his breaths grow shorter, his groaning louder. Then, he stops.Â
As if he set out to torment you tonight, he begins once more. Â
You lay there, eyes closed, unmoving, breathing deeply, trying to ignore the aching between your legs. But it's impossible.Â
The third time around, he's clearly very on edge. His moans turn loud, whiny, pathetic. It's probably the hottest thing you've ever heard.Â
Donât do it don't do it don't do itâŠ
As if your arm has gained a mind of its own, your hand slides beneath the fabric of your underwear. You gasp as your fingers slip between your folds - you're fucking wet.Â
Your already-throbbing bud pulsates between your fingers. Slowly, you begin to rub your clit. The sensation is immediately overwhelming; the uninhibited cries of pleasure emanating from the other side of the wall are enough to send you over the edge. Just when you think you can't take another moment of this, he cums. And so do you.Â
Your free hand clasps over your mouth just in time. You try as hard as you possibly can to stay silent - but you want to scream. You writhe against the sheets to the sound of his release, riding out your orgasm on your fingertips. Muffled cries escape despite your efforts - but are lost amidst the manâs sea of moans. You cum long and hard, savoring every last moment of your high.Â
As you start to come down, you sink into your mattress, body spent, mind drifting off. Your neighbor seems to have exhausted himself too - the only sounds carrying through the wall now being that of deep breaths.Â
So much for running into him tomorrow.Â
You flop over onto your side, shoving the thought away - but you know even if you try, you can't avoid him forever.Â
You just pray to god he didn't hear you.Â
Of course, after a week without any encounters, you manage to run into him the very next day.Â
Upon returning from the grocery store, you head to your buildingâs elevator. The doors are closing as you approach, so you figure you'll just take the next one - but the occupant holds the door for you.Â
âThank you,â you say cheerfully, but as you step inside your stomach drops. You are face to face with your new neighbor.
âYouâre welcome,â he replies, making direct eye contact with you. You want to disappear into the walls, but you maintain your composure. The button for your floor is already lit up, so he presses the close door button.Â
âI believe I just moved into the unit next to yours,â he says as you set your heavy bags on the floor. âI've seen you around but haven't had a chance to introduce myself. Iâm Jihoon.â
He extends his hand out to you. You instantly regret setting your bags down.Â
You smile calmly, hoping he doesn't notice how flustered you are. But as you slide your hand into his, your heart rate rises. It doesn't help that he has really nice hands - large, warm, with fingers long and graceful, and a nice strong grip against your own hand. Your mind flashes back to the events of last night, picturing what those hands were doingâŠ
Stop it.Â
âIâm y/n,â you reply with a smile, trying to be as normal as possible. âNice to meet you.â
You withdraw your hand from his grasp as he lets go - nonchalantly, but with haste. Any longer and your palms would have probably started sweating.Â
âSo, how are you liking it here so far?â you ask casually.Â
âSo far so good,â he replies. âI'm honestly surprised that I was able to find anything in this part of town for such a good deal. Nice and quiet here too.â
Quiet.Â
You fear your suspicions are correct: he has no idea he's been putting on a nightly show for you.Â
The elevator gives a soft ding as it comes to a stop. You reach down to grab your bags as the door opens.Â
âCan I help you with that?âÂ
âOh, uh⊠sure.â
He picks up the heavy bags with ease. You could tell that heâs a muscular guy, but up close he looks straight up beefy. It doesn't help that the tight shirt he's wearing hugs all his muscles perfectly, his biceps nearly bursting out of his sleeves. You force yourself to look away before you start fucking drooling.Â
He delivers the bags to your front door. He returns them to you with care, making sure you have a firm grip on the handles before letting go. His hand lingers upon yours momentarily - the lightest brush of his fingertips against yours enough for your insides to do a somersault.Â
âThanks again,â you tell him, making the mistake of direct eye contact again.Â
âOf course,â Jihoon replies warmly. âSee you around.â
You flash him a smile, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically. âBye!!â you blurt abruptly as you unlock your front door, hurrying inside. You want to turn around, get one more good look at him - but you shut the door behind you.Â
Your head spins as you put your groceries away. You're so wrapped up in your imagination that you nearly put the milk in the cabinet. But you can't stop daydreaming about what those muscles look like underneath his shirt.Â
You finish up and head into your bedroom. A nice hot shower should clear your mind. Not two seconds after taking off your shirt, you freeze. The familiar sounds from next door have begun yet again.Â
You stand there, half horrified, half horny. Surely it's nothing more than coincidence that your neighbor got home and started jacking off minutes after having a conversation with you. He was probably gonna do that anyway, you try to convince yourself. You're just having main character syndrome right now, this has nothing to do with you.Â
But your gut is telling you otherwise.Â
Mindlessly your fingers drift to your bra clasp, removing the garment. Taking your breast in one hand you stroke your thumb over your nipple, already hard from sudden exposure to the cool air of your room. You let yourself stand there for a minute, listening to Jihoonâs soft moans, imagining you could see him through the wall, slowly stroking his cock in his hands.Â
You feel guilty, ashamed, but the aching in your cunt overpowers any sense of remorse. Your hand makes its way into your pants, your fingers gliding through your folds, slipping easily into your soaked pussy. You wince silently, stifling the moans desperately trying to escape you. Slowly, you begin to fuck yourself. You can't help but think about how it would feel if it were Jihoonâs fingers inside you instead.Â
You stand there for a couple minutes, your clit throbbing against the motion of your palm - threatening to make you scream and cum.Â
You can't let him hear you, you keep telling yourself. But part of you almost wants him to hear you. You picture him getting so turned on hearing your cries of pleasure that he cums instantly, all over himself, making a huge mess that you would love nothing more than to help clean up.Â
You feel your climax rapidly approaching. You cease moving your fingers, but let them remain resting inside you. You try to calm yourself down, taking deep breaths to slow your pounding heart, but just as your head starts to clear you hear a sudden swell of orgasmic sounds from through the wall. As if by reflex your hand moves again. Your body tremors at the pressure against your overstimulated clit - you cum in silence, forcing your cries back inside you as . You ride out your high, and so does Jihoon, his moans slowly softening as he comes back down.Â
Heart pounding, you slowly remove your fingers from your cunt. Your hand is soaked; you find yourself wishing it was Jihoon's face instead, glistening with your juices after eating you out, making you cum an unreasonable amount of times.Â
You sigh. You know this should all feel wrong. But why does it feel so good then?
A strange combination of feelings overtake your body: tingling bliss from your orgasm, guilt from the reason for your orgasm, an overpowering yearning for the touch of essentially an entire stranger.Â
You strip the remainder of your clothes off and proceed to take a very long, very hot shower.Â
You wake up the next morning stupidly horny.
It didnât help that you had a dream about Jihoon. In it, you were standing in his bedroom, watching him masturbate to the sight of you. His cries echoing through your subconscious, the pathetic look on this face as he came all over himself - itâs not surprising you woke up to a puddle between your legs.
You pause, listening to see if you can hear your neighbor next door, but you hear nothing. You reach into your nightstand, pulling out your favorite vibrator. The purple device rumbles in your hand as you turn it on. For a vibrator, itâs pretty quiet, but with your stupid thin walls you know it would be perfectly audible from the other side. You think Jihoon isnât around - surely you would hear him if he were - but even if he is, you truly donât even care anymore. You position the toy lightly upon your clit - even through the fabric of your underwear, its powerful vibrations instantly feel amazing. A soft groan escapes your lips before you can stop it. Your hips begin to move lightly at the stimulation - the pressure of the vibratorâs end causing your wetness to stick to your panties. You attempt to restrain your moaning, but before long you cease resisting. It feels too good. Your orgasm quickly builds in your gut, making you whimper as you squirm against your pillow, its intensity growing and growing until - you cum. The fire of your release burns through your body, your cries filling the air without abandon. Deep breaths fill your lungs as you come down, soft gasps emanating from your lips as you turn the toy off and toss it aside.Â
A series of thunks echo from through the wall, followed by a hushed âshitâ.
It sounds like somebody dropping a phone or something, but whatever it is - turns out your neighbor was home after all. Whoops.
In your post-orgasm bliss you begin to drift back to sleep. You donât know what youâre going to do now next time you run into Jihoon, but thatâs a problem for later.
You end up sleeping in far too late. By the time you wake up, you feel groggy and sluggish, so you figure going to the gym will help you feel a little better. You don a soft pink pair of leggings and a light gray sports bra, filling your water bottle and grabbing your airpods on your way out the door. You wait in the hallway for the elevator. It reaches your floor with a ding, its doors sliding open to reveal who other than your next door neighbor.Â
Of fucking course.
He appears to be returning from the gym, his tight white t-shirt clinging to his body in a way that practically puts all his muscles on display. His dark hair is damp and sweaty, messy, stray strands of it sticking to his forehead. He looks up to see you standing there, a panicked look instantly filling his eyes. His skin is already flush from exercising, but his ears turn practically crimson at the sight of you.Â
âHi,â you say with a friendly smile.
He freezes, staring at you like a deer caught in the headlights. He quickly tries to shake it off.
âOh, uh, hey,â he mumbles in an attempted nonchalant tone, but already his cheeks are becoming more flustered. You see his eyes flicker up and down your body - your outfit isnât terribly revealing, but itâs certainly on the sexier side of athleticwear. He stands there, awkwardly frozen - so long that the elevator door begins to shut again. He grabs hold of it, triggering the motion sensor so it reopens. He starts to shuffle past you, but you decide youâre feeling bold enough to try and engage him in a conversation.
âJust coming back from the gym?â you ask casually.
He stops in the hallway, standing right before you.
âOh, yeah.â
âDo you also go to the one over on Clark Street?â you question. You wonât hold him up too long - he looks like he wants to perish - but you figure youâll torment him for another minute or so. âThatâs where Iâm headed now.â
âYeah, I do,â he answers, subtly shifting his gym bag in front of his body.Â
âCool! Maybe weâll see each other there sometime,â you tell him in a chipper tone.Â
âMaybe, yeah. Thatâd be cool,â he replies, smiling nervously.
You enter the elevator and press the ground floor button.
âWell, see ya around!â you tell him with a wave.
âYou too,â he responds, not taking his eyes off you until the elevator door shuts closed.
Three days pass - three days of pure silence from the other side of the wall.Â
Now that Jihoon has discovered the truth, he's clearly mortified. You catch a few glimpses of him around the building, but the man practically vanishes at the sight of you. You feel a little bit bad, but you know the ruse could not have lasted forever anyway.Â
Unless he somehow knows exactly when you're not home and has been jacking off exclusively then, you haven't heard him pull his dick out at all. And judging by the couple times you've seen him, the man has been incredibly on edge.Â
You return home a bit late in the evening after hanging out with some friends. Youâve had a fair bit of wine, so you're feeling a little tipsy, but you're in a pleasantly good mood. You're also decently horny; your mind drifts to your neighbor, conjuring up the image of him returning from the gym, sweaty, muscular, his t-shirt damp and tightly fitted against his sculpted body.Â
Not two minutes pass after you step inside before you hear the SLAM of a door from the hallway. Footsteps approach your unit, followed by frantic knocking on your front door.Â
You scurry over to the entrance, reaching out to unlock the door, but the pit in your stomach makes you pause. What if heâs mad at you? you start to worry.Â
Well, only one way to find out.Â
With the click the deadbolt turns. You swing the door open to reveal Jihoon, in a plain white t-shirt and grey fucking sweatpants.Â
He stares at you, standing frozen in your doorway. You can see the gears turning in his head, trying to calculate if this is all a mistake.Â
After just enough moments of silence for it to be awkward, he clears his throat.Â
âHi, um⊠May I come in?â
He looks incredibly tense, but the way he's staring at you with such intensity makes your pussy ache.Â
âSure.â
You step aside, gesturing for him to come in.Â
He enters. He takes a look around as you shut the door behind him.Â
âIt's really nice in here,â he comments, attempting to make small talk.Â
âOh, thank you,â you say with a friendly smile. He looks even more nervous now that he's in your apartment. He pauses, nonchalantly observing some of the artwork on your wall, seemingly trying (and failing) to come up with a good segue into whatever he came over here to say.Â
âSo, umâŠâ he starts, rubbing his hands together anxiously.Â
âI just wanted to⊠uh⊠well, I figured I should probably let you knowâŠâÂ
You inch even closer to him as he stumbles over his words; his shoulders tense slightly. He runs one hand through his hair, avoiding your gaze.Â
âI guess I just wanted to apologize,â he finally is able to articulate. âI just recently realized that the walls in this building are pretty thin and uh⊠well I guess I donât know if I've been loud at allâŠâÂ
Blushed redness creeps up his neck as his terrible lying resonates through the room.Â
Maybe it's the way he's standing there, doing nothing but stumbling over his words yet looking incredibly sexy, or maybe it's the wine - but you're feeling bold today.Â
âYeah, you have been.â
The pale color of his cheeks suddenly goes even paler, turning his entire face sheet-white as he stands there, horrified. Then, the redness returns with a vengeance. He looks like a very hot, very nervous tomato.Â
âIâm so sorry,â he stammers, âI really had no idea-â
âWhy are you apologizing?â
He stares at you, confused.Â
âUmâŠâ
He waits for you to clarify, but you don't. Seeing him this flustered up close and personal has your panties soaked already, and you want to revel in it.Â
He lets out a deep sigh.Â
âI just⊠I know I can be loud sometimes, but from now on Iâll be more conscientious of my⊠volume. And I just don't want you to think Iâm perverted or anythingâŠâ
He shakes his head, realizing he's just digging himself a deeper hole at this point.Â
âAnyway, Iâm really sorry to bother you, I should get going-â
He tries to slip past you, but you throw your arm out in front of him, slamming your palm into the wall of the narrow hallway as you block him from exiting. He freezes, involuntarily holding his breath as panic spreads across his face.Â
âWhat if I like it?â
Your arm brushes against his torso, his chest heaving into you with his quickening breaths.Â
âWhat?â he asks, barely more than a whisper, clearly taken aback by your question.Â
âWhat if I like hearing you?â
His eyes widen. You step even closer into his personal space, your face now mere inches from his.Â
âWhat if I want to hear you making those noises on this side of the wall, in my bed?â
You grasp onto his t-shirt, yanking his body into yours. He lets out a gasp as your tits press into his chest - his mouth is now so close to yours that you feel the exhale against your lips.Â
âWould you like that?â
He gazes at you, his eyes darkening with desire. Then - he kisses you.Â
It's not a delicate kiss, nor is it sweet. He kisses you as if he intends to devour you, hungrily tugging at your lips as he grasps at your waist fervorously, aching to touch every inch of you.Â
His large hands slip underneath your shirt, gripping your sides tight as he caresses your warm skin. Your heart races in your chest, the sounds of rushing blood flooding your ears as you kiss Jihoon, savoring the sweet taste of his lips, basking in the radiant heat of his body against yours.Â
âOh wow,â he mutters into your mouth as his lips depart yours briefly.Â
You grasp onto his tshirt, balling the fabric in your fists, pulling him with you as you stumble toward your bedroom together, still kissing him.Â
As you step through the doorway, you tug on his shirt, prompting him to remove it. He pauses, contemplating the taste of wine lingering on your lips.
âAre you⊠drunk?â he asks delicately. âI just want to make sureâŠâ
âA little,â you reply, leaning into him, so close that the vibrations of your soft-spoken words resonate against his lips.
âBut I know what I want.â
Jihoon squeezes the flesh of your hips, his grip unrelentless, as if someone was going to take you away from him. A thick bulge beneath his sweatpants presses against you as he holds you tightly against him.
âAnd what do you want?â he asks in a low voice, staring at you hungrily. âTell me.â
âFirst,â you start, pulling at his shirt again. âGet rid of this.â
He yanks his tshirt over his head, tossing it onto the floor. Standing before you now, shirtless, you get a true look at his brawny figure: huge biceps framing his body, thick pectorals protruding from his chest, chiseled abs sculpting his stomach. The man has muscles you didnât even know existed. You delicately drag your fingertips up and down his torso, admiring him; his cock twitches against you at your touch.
âGod youâre so fucking hot,â you mumble as you gaze into his eyes - giving him the most pathetic, needy, seductive look you can muster.Â
Redness spreads across his neck and chest. Heâs clearly easily flustered (at least, for you), and you plan to take full advantage of this.Â
You slip one finger beneath the waistband of his sweatpants, tugging lightly.Â
âNow, get rid of these.â
Obediently, he slides his pants down, having to stretch the elastic further to get it over his bulge. Kicking the sweats off, you get a clearer look at what heâs packing. Even through the dark fabric of his underwear, the outline of his hard cock is undeniable - not only long, but thick. Your pussy clenches at the mere sight of his size.Â
You can't wait any longer. You run your hand over his clothed cock, feeling its weight in your palm. Jihoon groans, letting out the sweet sound you've until now only heard muffled through the wall. Hearing him now, here, in your bedroom - it's music to your ears.Â
Reaching into his underwear, you grip your hand around his girth - he nearly whimpers at the sensation. You give him a few strokes before pulling his cock fully out, causing you to let out an audible gasp.Â
Fucking shit.
Jihoon gives you an embarrassed smile, making you realize you said that out loud and not just in your head. But if anything your reaction wasn't even dramatic enough, because his cock is fucking huge. You take him in your fist, slowly pumping up and down; his eyes roll back into his head, letting out a deep sigh as you stroke him. You press your lips into his neck, planting delicate kisses into the soft skin.
âOh god,â he groans under his breath.Â
With his dick twitching in your hand, growing stiff and somehow even longer, you drop to your knees, positioning your face directly beneath the behemoth of a cock. You gaze up at him as you drag your tongue from his base to his tip; he strokes your cheek lightly with the back of his fingers, gazing down at you with a look of equal parts admiration and lust. You swirl your tongue around the head, tasting the precum that has dribbled out. Taking just a tiny bit of his tip between puckered lips, you begin suckling on it, lapping up his juices and teasing him with the bare-minimum stimulation. His low hum swells into a moan as you slowly slide his cock into your mouth, taking as much of his length as possible before you start to choke (Not yet, you think to yourself. Save that for later.)
âFuck, you look so good right now,â he groans, cupping your cheek in his large hand as you stare up at him with big doe eyes. âSo beautiful with my cock in that pretty little mouth of yours.âÂ
Sharp throbbing pulses between your legs at the slightest of praise. You slide your mouth up and down his length, gradually increasing your pace. His tip hitting the back of your mouth only makes you want more, makes you want to swallow him whole, gag on the entire shaft as his massive size fills your throat. Finally, you can resist no longer - you swallow the rest of him, your lips greeting his base as his full length slides down your throat. Tears instantly begin welling in your eyes, streaming down your cheeks as you bob your head up and down, choking on Jihoonâs cock.
He places one hand upon your hair, grasping it in his fist as you give him the absolute sloppiest head heâs ever received. Grotesque gagging sounds emanate from your throat, but are nearly drowned out by the lewd string of moans coming from Jihoon. He wants nothing more than to watch you choke on his cock, see your tears flowing freely as you stare up at him, eyes longingly transfixed upon each other - but he canât help but shut his eyes, head falling back at the overwhelming pleasure youâre making him feel. It starts to take over his whole body - his hips reflexively begin thrusting, sinking his length deep into your throat. Before long he pulls you by the hair, wresting you off of him; strings of saliva stretch from his drenched cock to your coated lips, bubbles of spit running down your chin.Â
âSorry, that was going to make me cum way too fast,â he tells you with a sheepish smile. âYouâre just so- ohhhâŠâ His sentence is cut off by you placing one of his balls in your mouth, lightly sucking on it before taking the other as well.Â
âFuck thatâs hot,â he grumbles, stroking your hair gently. You shift on your knees, trying to sit more comfortably upon the floor; Jihoon notices.
âCome here,â he instructs as he pulls you up off the floor. âI want you to be comfortable.âÂ
He brings you over to the bed, laying down atop it. You go to resume your place between his legs, but he grabs your arms to stop you.
âYou should take these off,â he insists, tugging at your clothes with desperation in his eyes. âPlease. I wanna see you.â
You pull your shirt over your head, discarding it to the floor. Slowly you unfasten your pants, sliding them down your hips - a bit timidly, for as horny as you are right now youâre suddenly afflicted with a wave of shyness. But the way Jihoon is looking at you - eyes glazed over with pure lust, licking his lips like he wants to devour you - is driving you utterly crazy. You swiftly remove your bra and panties, standing nude before him as he marvels at the sight of you.
âYouâre perfect,â he says, his voice deep and gravelly. Your pussy clenches, attempting to alleviate the powerful aching in your core. Jihoon takes your hand, drawing you into the side of the bed.
âSit on my face. Please.â
Itâs not an order; the way he is looking up at you, squeezing your hand - heâs begging.
âOnly if I can suck your cock at the same time,â you say with a cheeky grin. His eyes widen.Â
âWould you like that?â you ask coyly, batting your eyelashes at him as you trace circles on his stomach with one fingernail.Â
âY-yeah,â he whimpers, his voice cracking slightly. Â
âGood.â
You crawl onto the bed, swinging your legs over Jihoonâs head as you face his painfully erect cock. You situate yourself steadily, lowering your pussy toward his face, until you feel his soft, plush lips against you. Instantly he lets out a loud moan, the vibrations against your soaked core triggering a sharp jolt in your stomach. He wraps his arms around your inner thighs, holding you tight against him, his moans still resonating through the room even with his face buried in your cunt.Â
He begins to work his tongue deep into your folds, licking every last bit, lapping up as much of your juices as he possibly can - the rest certainly dripping down his chin. You lean over, reaching for his thick cock one more; you grip the base tight in your fist, stroking the hilt while taking the rest in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down his length. The pathetic noises coming from under your cunt grow even louder - Jihoon begins to squirm underneath you, bucking his hips as he continues eating you out as if the world were ending tomorrow. He latches onto your clit, suckling on the stimulated bud; you cry out, but the sound is garbled amidst your cacophony of unbridled gagging noises. Your eyes flood with tears as your orgasm rapidly approaches - you grind your hips on his face, stimulating your pussy further and further, the burning in your gut swelling and swelling, your legs trembling even in Jihoonâs tight embrace. Your whole body convulses atop of his as you reach your climax. Desperate for air, you pull your head up, your mouth now empty but quickly refilled with cries of pleasure as you cum all over Jihoonâs face.Â
âOh my godddd,â you wail, your mind going blank as every nerve in your body lights up like fireworks.Â
âOh my god, oh fuckkkk, JihoonâŠâ
The rumbling vibrations of his groaning carry you through an overpowering orgasm; you ride out your high as he sucks on your clit mercilessly while his nose presses into your cunt. Youâre seeing stars as you begin to come down, unable to think any coherent thoughts - instead basking in how fucking incredible Jihoon just made you feel.Â
You lift your throbbing pussy off his face, giving your poor overstimulated clit a moment to recover.Â
âGonna cum, âm so close,â Jihoon moans. You quickly pop his dick back into your mouth, sliding his length in and out, hollowing your cheeks as you suck his cock like your life depends on it.Â
âAhh, ahhhhh, ah fuck-âÂ
Hot white ropes shoot deep into your throat as he releases. His melodic moans and whining cries form a grand symphony that fills your bedroom - in this moment, you are absolutely certain that you've never heard a more beautiful sound.Â
His cock pulsates in your mouth, letting out every last spurt of cum for you to eagerly swallow. As he finishes, you slowly slide his cock out of your mouth - still marveling at the sheer size of it.Â
âOh my god,â he groans softly. You swing your leg over his head, turning yourself around to lay beside him. You wrap your arms around his torso, becoming the big spoon as you nuzzle your face into his neck.Â
âWow,â he proclaims with a deep, satisfied exhale. He lays silently as he recovers, catching his breath and coming back down to earth. Finally, with a sigh, he turns to face you. You raise your head up enough for your noses to meet.Â
Jihoon gazes into your eyes, eyelids heavy in his post-orgasmic bliss. He hesitates, bringing his hand up to your cheek and cradling it gently.Â
âCan I kiss you?â he finally asks, his voice no more than a soft whisper.Â
You nod. He kisses you - this time not hungry and desperate, but slow and saccharine. Your lips lock, laying there entangled in each otherâs embrace - his muscular arms hold you tight, enveloping you in the warmth radiating from both of your sweat-covered bodies. As your lips eventually part, you remain snuggled by his side - him playing with your hair while you trace your fingertips over his toned body. Eventually, he takes your chin delicately in his hand, tilting your face up to look at him.Â
âI donât know if fucking your next door neighbor is necessarily a wise thing to do,â he starts. âBut that was incredible. Youâre incredible.â
You smile.Â
âI don't know either,â you chuckle. âBut the way you basically broke down my door to come fuck me was really hot.â
Jihoon laughs, his face lighting up with a beaming smile.Â
âYeah, um. I'm not entirely sure what compelled me to do that.â
âI do,â you inform him. âYou were thinking with your dick.â
âOkay yeah, you're right,â he admits with a grin.Â
He reaches for your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours, squeezing your palm.Â
âWould you want to do this again?âÂ
âLike, right now?â you reply.Â
âNo I mean like- ⊠well, yes actually,â he answers, his face lighting up with excitement. âBut I meant like, in the future.â
You nod, a wide grin spreading across your face.Â
âIâd like that.â
âGood,â he smiles. âMe too.â
âBut alsoâŠâ
Your arms grab hold of him, rolling him over on top of you. He tries to shift, to not be placing his whole weight upon you, but you cling to him tightly, holding him in place. You roll your hips, stroking his still half-erect cock with your soaked cunt; you feel it pulse in response, already beginning to harden again.Â
âI want you to fuck me,â you speak softly into his ear, continuing to grind your pussy on his cock. His eyes roll back in his head once more.Â
âGod you're so fucking hot,â he mumbles through gritted teeth. His eyelashes flutter as his eyes open again, peering down at you amorously.Â
âGive me just a minute, baby,â he says as he shifts downward, positioning himself directly in front of your boobs. He grabs one with each hand, kneading the soft flesh in his grasp. He licks your nipple, swirling his tongue around the protruding bud, wetting it with his warm mouth before switching to your other breast. He gives them equal attention, licking and sucking on them, back and forth - whichever boob isn't in his mouth, he pinches your hard nipple, squeezing and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. You press your hips up into his stomach, seeking any relief for your aching clit, but it's not enough. You whimper as he latches on to your left nipple, suckling on it so long you think you might cum again just from this. You feel the bed move beneath you as he grinds his cock against the sheets, thrusting into the mattress, seeking relief for his returned erection.Â
He lifts his head up, releasing his latch on your breast with a wet-sounding pop. His eyes stay fixed on you as he shifts further down the bed, resting comfortably between your legs as his lips hover above your cunt.Â
âIs this okay?â he checks before placing his mouth on you. You nod earnestly, brushing your fingers through his damp, messy hair. His tongue locates your entrance, slipping into your pussy, his nose brushing up against your clit, still highly sensitive from your first orgasm. You moan as his tongue glides through your folds, his face becoming soaked once again in your juices. He flickers over your clit, the warmth and wetness of his tongue quickly sending you over the edge. Your body writhes beneath him as you cum a second time, crying out with even greater pleasure than the first. It's almost overbearing, but you relish in it, delicious waves of bliss pulsating throughout your whole being. His tongue slows, licking you softly as you lay there, unable to move for a few good minutes, basking in the aftermath of your orgasm. Your fist slowly unclenches, releasing the grip you didn't realize you had on his tousled locks.Â
âDamn,â you mumble, a big goofy grin spreading across your face. Jihoon crawls back up toward you, kissing you with lips drenched in your own cum. His cock, fully hard once more, brushes against your cunt. Although you're still trying to catch your breath, you place your entrance against his tip to taunt him.Â
âPlease fuck me,â you beg, desperate to feel him inside you.Â
He pushes his cockhead into your pussy, letting out a moan as he feels your warmth. Your walls tighten as he slides the rest of his length in, fully enveloping his cock - he whines, loudly, letting the delicious sensation overtake him. He rests for a moment inside you, fearing to move as he feels the urge to cum already. But heâs too aroused to resist for much longer - slowly he begins to pump into you, deep thrusts stretching you out, filling you up like you've never felt before. Heâs almost too big, but you love it. Tears well in your eyes again as he fucks you -Â slow and tender at first, but gradually increasing his pace, soon pounding into you with powerful force. The stretch is overwhelming, but his long strokes and perfect tempo have you screaming his name, voluminous cries filling the air as he fucks you like youâve never been fucked before.Â
âYouâre taking me so well baby,â he praises, his voice low and breathy. âSo prettyâŠâ
His voice trails off. High-pitched grunts and groans escape him as his body begins to stiffen, another climax rapidly on its way. He drives his cock into you, your perfect pussy squeezing him so tight that he can't think straight.Â
âY/nâŠâ he cries. âFuck, y/n I'm cummingâŠâ
With several powerful thrusts he releases deep inside you, warm cum filling you up until you're completely full - so full that it begins to leak out of you, coating his cock and dripping all over the sheets. He finishes, laying frozen on top of you, heaving breaths echoing in your ear as he sinks his face into the crook of your neck. His cock rests inside you still, twitching occasionally against your walls. His breathing becomes so steady that you start to think heâs fallen asleep - but eventually he lifts his head, resting his temple on his fist as he takes in the sight of you, so pretty and fucked out beneath him. A lazy smile appears on his face as he stares at you, his pink cheeks glowing in his post-orgasm state. He looks so good that you involuntarily let out a little giggle.Â
âWhat?â he asks, his grin growing wider.Â
âYou're just really hot, that's all.â
His face somehow turns even rosier. He lets out an embarrassed tsk as he tries to hide his face in his hands.Â
âWhat? You are!!â you proclaim, pulling his hands away so you can see him again.Â
âSorry,â he replies timidly. âIâm not good with compliments.â
âYou'll get used to it,â you say matter-of-factly. He raises an eyebrow at you.Â
âYou say that like this is going to be a regular thing now,â he retorts, trying to keep a straight face - but the corners of his mouth twitch upward, revealing the grin he's trying to hold back.Â
âDo you want it to be?â you ask.Â
Unable to hide his smile any longer, he nods.Â
âIâd like that.â
Slowly, he pulls his spent cock out of you, making you whine at the empty sensation as even more of his cum spills out of you.Â
âWait here,â he says, giving you a soft kiss on your cheek as he rises from the bed. âLetâs get you cleaned up.â
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Replaced? (Part 6)
Genre: Skz Smau, Text posts, Skz!Fic, Non!idolAu, Angst, Crack/humor, Mini series
Pairing: Bsf!skz, Fem!Reader, Bf!Felix, Stoner!Skz, Stoner!Reader
Warnings: !!Slow Build!! , Strong language (ofc!!) , Mentions of SA, Mentions of Alcohol, Mentions of smoking, Mentions of cheating, Mentions of fighting, Suggestive humor !!MDNI!!
Synopsis: Some people say friendship breakups hurt more than actually relationships .. and now y/n sees for herself why some friend groups are best kept separate
A/n: and we're back with another chapter of REPLACED? this chapter is definitely giving reality tv type MESSY and i LOVE it bc this is where the real angst starts to kick in. I know this fic was originally meant to be a text post series but i decided to add written parts as well to enhance the details! Chapter 6 is for sure a THICK and JUCIY one so buckle your seatbelts! Thank you all for sticking around and enjoying these silly little stories with me! hugs and kisses! MWAH!! đ xoxox <3 <3 <3 <3
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âOmg TYSM! can you guys just grab these and bring them up I have to piss like a fucking race horse!âÂ
âYea yea go ahead we got it! â Chris waved you off as you hoped out the cab doing your little pee pee dance.
Minho couldnât help but to point and chuckle as he mocked the way you hoped from side to side like a little toddler who couldnât hold their bladder.Â
without any thought you quickly flicked him off almost like it was a reflex before you took off running up to your apartment building with the speed of light. âThe doors open!â Changbin shouted behind youÂ
You didnât even realize how quiet it was in your apartment until you came out of the bathroom. walking back towards the living room to check on everythingâŠ
âOh hey there!â you heard from behind you in the far left corner of the room. âUghhh ofc its him⊠obviously ⊠just keep your Distance fuck boyâ you think to yourself as you mentally roll your eyes before turning around To see Alex holding some plugs in in his hand.Â
âAlex, hey!â You force a smile trying not to seem awkward (but failing miserably) âyou all good, you got everything you need?âÂ
âYeah yeah all good just finishing my set up nowâ he responded from behind the table with all his equipment as he plugged his last cord into his laptop.Â
âCool cool cool, perfect timing guests are about to start arriving any second.âÂ
â nice .. you know I had no idea you were so close with the whole gang from work .. Chris, changbin, minho , jeongin.. you guys get along pretty well I assume.âÂ
âOh Yeah weâve all been super close for years! Weâve been friends Way before we even started working the club actually.âÂ
âwow.. for a long while huh? Wouldâve never knownâÂ
âYeah.. thatâs family â you say with a soft smile of adoration âwhere is jeongin btw ? Is he in the back?â You turned on your heels heading towards your bedroom to quickly and smoothly escape this conversation you no longer wanted to be a part of.Â
âNo, he and his girlfriend went out to get more ice!â He yelled out before you could get far quickly dismissing your escape route âfuck!!â You thought to yourself. âOh okay .. water?â You offered him as a distraction turning to walk towards the kitchen wanting to be as far away from him as possible.Â
âYeah sureâ there was a few seconds of silence .. then he spoke again. âListen ..thanks for booking me for this gig, Iâve only really been working the club the past few months so I appreciate you considering me.â He spoke out loud enough for you to hear him from the kitchen.Â
âOh itâs no problem, you do a pretty good set at work and everybody loves good music so why not?!â You force a chuckle trying to seem polite as you emerged from the kitchen walking over to hand him a bottle of water.Â
And as if the way you felt his eyes shamelessly roaming your body wasnât enough to make you want to die in that moment, it was like the energy in the room got more and more dense every time he opened his stupid mouth.Â
You extend your arm out to give him the bottle of water and ofc instead of being a  normal person he grazes his warm clammy fingers across your hand before taking the water bottle from you âthanksâ he says â AHHHH EW EW EW I HATE MEN I HATE MENNNN WHY WOULD HE FUCKING DO THAT EW WHY CANT HE FUCKING BE NORMAL WTF??!â The inner voice in your head was crumbling with the ick.Â
âYour outfit looks amazing btw â he added make this moment even worse! at this point You genuinely would rather leap head first off your 7th floor balcony than stay in a room alone with him any longer. âDUDE WTF IS TAKING THE GUYS SO LONG OMFG !! GET ME OUT OF HERE!! â your inner voice still raging with panic. He then grabs your hand and pulls you into a hug. â ha thanksâ you reply to his yucky compliment forcing yet another painful smile. âAnd you smell so goodâ he inhaled your scent (like the creep he is) almost whispering in you ear. He had a very strong grip and everything was happening so fast you barely had a chance to pull away or react.
his hand kept creeping around your lower back as he tried to pull your body closer into him. His hand then landing just on top of your ass as he full on groped you with no shame. And what made it even worse was that you were wearing a mini skirt.Â
âEw bitch wtf are doing!!?â You pushed him hard enough for him, a man twice your size and height to stumble backwards almost falling into his DJ equipment. Your fight or flight senses kicked in real fast. (Thank god)
âWdym princess.. I thought you were feeling me?â he replied with a sly grin on his face like what he had just did was okay or some kind of funny joke. You were livid at this point.Â
And without a thought or a second guess your hand came crashing down making contact with his face. The slap was so hard the sound echoed through the quiet living room. âYou think this shit is fucking funny!? Youâre about to be in a house with all my MALE best friends and my BOYFRIEND⊠you think itâs going to end well for you if I tell them you just sexually assaulted me??!âÂ
âIdk what youâre talking about pretty girl, I didnât do anythingâ he let out a small malicious almost inaudible chuckle holding his face where you slapped him. You continued to look at him with pure rage and disgust.Â
â youâre fucking disgusting.â you turned away attempting to storm off but before you could even walk away..
âCmon princess donât be like thatâÂ
âShut tf up and do the job you were paid to do before I kick you out of my fucking house Alex! "
âWell yeah , you could kick me out but ⊠whatâs a party without music ?? And I mean .. you already paid me in advance so really it would just be a loose loose situation for you, no? â he chuckled lightly as he mocked you with that menacing grin still lingering on his face.Â
âDo the job you were paid for and Stop fucking talking to me before my boyfriend blacks your other eye!âÂ
âBoyfriend ?? do I know him??â He laughed out loud this time yet still holding his face where you slapped him. He was putting on such an unbothered douche bag persona but you could tell his face was definitely ringing.
âUse that tiny fucking brain of yours and figure it outâÂ
â I know another way you could put all that feisty energy to good useâ
â oh bitch youâre playing with fire .. â that stupid grin never once leaving his face had gotten under your skin so badly you just had to one up him.  âyouâre disgusting you fucking pig!â You glared at him before fixing your mouth to spit in his face before Finally storming off away from him and into the kitchen.
Just as you turned your back to walk away Changbin and Minho walk through the door.Â
âSorry we took so long there was traffic on the elevators. Chris should be coming in right behind usâ changbin said as they both walked to the island counter to set the cakes down. being as close as you were they both immediately knew something had happened. And they were definitely gonna find out what was wrong.Â
The tension in the room was so thick it could be sliced with a knife. Minho and bin Just shared a suspicious and concerned look communicating with each other without ever having to speak a word. Carefully watching over you as you grabbed a shot glass from the cabinet and slammed it close.Â
â you okay squirt? â Minho said watching you crack open a bottle of vodka as anger clearly oozed off of you.Â
âMhmm⊠you wanna drink? â you try to deflect but your clenched jaw and very noticeable heavy breathing gave it away. You were not okay. In fact you were fuming.
Neither of them answered you, they just continued to read the room intuitively trying to figure out what had just went down in the spare of 10 minutes. You threw your first shot of the night back with urgency . Finally making eye contact with changbin. â what happened??â He silently mouthed to you so Alex who was sitting across the room wouldnât hear it. You shook your head trying to indicate ânothingâ but the eye contact you held with him said something entirely different. After what happened , two of your very protective best friends being present with you brought you some comfort and You were finally able to slow down your breathing.Â
You let out a loud sigh before removing yourself from the kitchen and walking towards the balcony "I need some fresh airâÂ
Minho, being the quiet observant one he continued to read the room until he saw it and let out an involuntary gasp.Â
Changbin immediately snapping his head in his direction with furrowed eyebrows âWHAT!?â He silently mouthed once again. Minho just quickly pulled out his phone and started typing a text message and bin immediately understood also pulling out his phoneâŠ
â sorry for the wait Iâm back! And look who I foundddddâ Chrisâs voice come through the doorÂ
âFamilyyyyyyâ Rachel poked her head through the doorÂ
âHey yâall heyyyy!! â Olivia walked in behind her with jeongin and Sophie following, both of them holding bags of ice.Â
"Heyyy!!" Changbin jumped up holding out both his arms inviting Felixâs sisters in for a hug
âNo waaaaayyy!! Lix is going to be so happy to see you guys!!â Minho added
âWhere is she??â Rachel asked after greating them bothÂ
âYeah whereâs my sissy pie??â Olivia addedÂ
âSheâs out on the balcony getting some airâ Minho pointed them into your directionÂ
The room was silent until the balcony door could be heard opening âwatch this!â Chris grabbed everyoneâs attention and then put a hand up to his ear just as you let out an extremely loud screech of excitement âAHHHHH STFUUUU UR JOKING??? YOU GUYS ACTUALLY MADE IT?!!!! â and everyone burst into laughter.
Before you knew it your house was filled with all your friends and mutuals of your friend group everyone was chatting and catching up with each other in the mean time until the birthday boys arrived. Chris found you in the kitchen pouring yourself another drink. âY/n you did such a good job! Look everyone is already enjoying themselves! â
âYeah we seemed to pull it off perfectly huh?âÂ
 âIs something wrong?? Whats the long face kiddo??âÂ
âItâs nothing â
â You know you canât lie to me y/n â he replied standing up straight from where he was leaning against the counter across from you and slowly pulled you into a warm hug. âWhatâs the matter hmm?â He added as he rubbed your back.Â
âIdk I just feel stupid .. and violated, itâs whatever Iâll feel better when Lix gets hereâ
âviolated!? Y/n did somebody here do something to you bc Iâll handle that shitâ he responded quickly pulling back to look you in the eyes making sure that you understood he was serious. âNo no Chris itâs okay Iâm keeping it chill for the sake of the party we can talk about it laterâÂ
âY/N ⊠what. Happened.â He said more sternly in his fatherly tone.
âTell me. Iâll handle it right now.âÂ
âChris not now.. please?â You looked up at him with pleading almost teary eyes â weâll talk, I promiseâ there was a moment of silence between you two as you waited for him to trust you and agree to the promise you were making him. You and Chris had a special type of friendship and you understood each other well.
â⊠I promise.â You repeated as he wiped away the single tear sliding down your face. He didnât verbally say anything he just nodded and pulled you back into a tight hug. You squeezed him back glancing over his shoulder almost physically cringing at the sight of Alex still eyeing you from across the room. You just tucked your head into his chest trying your best to relax in your best friends arms almost like a baby hiding from a Scary monster
â OKAY OKAY EVERYONE PLACES!! PLACESSS!!! THE BOYS ARE ON THEIR WAY UP!âÂ
â I âll get the lights!! â Minho jumped up to turn all the lights out as everyone started to scramble to their feet making sure to hide behind something or someone.Â
The apartment was so quiet you heard exactly when the boys stepped off the the elevator loud laughter surrounding them as always.Â
âOuu I hear them!â Olivia saidÂ
âOmg theyâre cominggg shhh shhhh â you whisper shouted with anticipation.Â
âGo in, Y/n said the door is openâ you heard Hyunjins voice as they neared the apartment door.Â
âK, coolâ Jisung spoke before turning the door Knob and pushing the door open âŠÂ
âSURPRISE!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!âÂ
The party had slowly begun to come to and end.  Some guests starting to grab their jackets and head out while others were still mingling and some even passed out drunk in various areas of the house. âChris weâll be right back weâre just gonna walk Liv and Rach down stairs!âÂ
 âYeah yeah no problem â he responded while giving both you and Lix the âhelp meâ side eye. Jeongin had been passed out drunk for the passed 2 hour and Sophie.. in her natural weird bitch fashion, has been following Chris around ever since.  âWeâll be super fastâ you whispered to him while speeding out the door.Â
âY/n We had such a good time sissy pie!â Olivia said âwe really did!â Rachel added.Â
âYay! Iâm so happy you were able to make it itâs been so long since we seen you guys !âÂ
â my head is still spinning , no way you actually got my sisters to fly out here from Australia just to surprise me for my birthday! â Lix shook his head at you in disbelief but his big brown eyes were filled with love and admiration. â anything for my little nugget!â Rachel interrupted hugging her younger brother.
âyeah we missed you heaps, Lixâ Olivia added grabbing them both into a group hug. You just watched with a huge smile on your face quickly grabbing your phone to snap a picture of the precious moment without them even realizing.
âYou deserve to be celebrated and surrounded by love hun.. especially for your birthday.â He then walked over pulling you into a tight squeeze â and you .. my love, deserve to get your back blown outâ he whispered in your ear so his sisters wouldnât hear. You looked up at him with a giggle âis that a promise, pretty boy?â
â it could beâ he smirked back â well, actually it canât be bc there is a black out drunk jeongin upstairs in my bed right nowâ
âHe can watchâ Felix grinned playful raising his eyebrows up and down. âEw Lix, behave!â You hit his shoulder as You both laughed out loud.Â
âOur hotel is only about 20 minutes from here, so we can just walkâ Rachelâs voice grabbed your attention away from each other.
âNo way!â âAbsolutely not!â You and Felix both practically scolded her simultaneously.Â
â itâs after 4 am youâre not walking anywhere this time of night! â Felix spoke in his protective voice his tone dropping an octave as if Rachel wasnât HIS older sister đ
âItâs alright babes I already ordered you guys an Uber , I think thatâs it pulling up right now!â You addedÂ
âUgh such sweethearts, I told you these two were meant to be together!â Olivia smiled to Rachel as you all hugged once more and said your goodbyes before heading back into your apartment building.
âYou ..â Felix turned you around to face him putting his finger through your belt loop and pulling you into him once you stepped onto the empty elevator.
âMe??â You smirked batting your long fluffy lashes at him âinnocentlyâ flirted back with your boyfriend.
âYes you..â he pressed your body into his placing his finger under your chin âyou have no idea how in love with you I amâ
âidk .. I think I might have an ideaâ you whispered back wrapping your arms around his neck smoothly leaning in for a kiss which quickly and effortlessly turned into a mini make out session. Your hands tangled in the back of his hair, his free hand squeezing your ass. So lost in your tipsy bliss you barely noticed the elevator stopping at your floor.
Felixâs teeth softly biting and pulling at your bottom lip earning himself a not so quiet moan to escape your lips as the elevator door opened. Pulling away slowly from each other regaining focus is when you realized that someone was standing there watching you two.
Turning around to see none other than Alex. Your energy entirely shifted once you saw his face as if his presence just irritated your whole soul and spirit (and it did!) you let out a loud sigh and sarcastic tight smile (on purpose this time!)
âFinally heading out?â âUhh yeahâŠ.â Alex responded. putting his head down trying his best to avoid eye contact with felix.
âPerfect!â You said rolling your eyes giving him the nastiest resting bitch face. You grabbed Felixâs hand walking out the elevator bumping passed him with Felix close behind you giving him a death glare of his own.Â
âBabe..â Felix nudged trying to get your attention once he knew alex was gone. âhmm?â You responded avoiding eye contact because you knew exactly where this convo was headed.
âBabe wait! Stop walking, look at me? â he pulled your arm to get you to turn around and face him.Â
âHmm?â You repeated, hesitantly looking up at him
âbaby what was that?â âWhat do you mean??âÂ
âListen you know I donât like that bitch.. and I understand if youâre doing the whole my boyfriend doesnât like you, so I donât like you either thing.. but that felt like a whole different type of animosity. Whatâs going on? âÂ
âLix itâs nothing â you said reaching to pull your keys out of your pocket as a distraction.Â
He gently grabbed your chin raising your head to make eye contact with you again âprincess ..  I know itâs something. Iâm not gonna pressure you but you just say it the word and Iâll beat that fuckers ass again you hear me? â Â
You nodded as he left a kiss on your forehead. âIâm not shutting you out Lix , IÂ Â just want to end tonight on a good note okay?Â
 âI get it.. whenever youâre ready princessâ he said giving you one last forehead kiss before walking back into your apartment.Â
âYo yo yo what are you doing??!..â was the first thing you heard as you opened the door to your apartment. You and Felix Looked at each other in suspicious confusion. âAw Chris c'mon youâre no fun.. â you heard Sophieâs voice coming from the kitchen as well. you rushed over to see what was going on. And nothing on gods green earth could have possibly prepared you for what you had just saw.Â
Standing at the entrance of your kitchen you could not believe your eyes as Sophie literally threw herself at Chris, grabbing the back of his neck and kissing him. You and Felix both frozen with your mouths hanging open in utter shock. You all were aware of the shady disgusting person Sophie was but this was a new level even for her! Chris reacted before you could even say or do anything.Â
âBro Wtf is wrong with you!?â He raised his voice as he pushed her off of him. âYouâre literally dating my best friend have some goddamn decorum for fuck sake!âÂ
Still neither of them had realized you and Felix were standing there until you opened your mouth to speak â oh my fucking godâ you said just above a whisper almost as if you were trying to confirm what you were seeing was real and not just some drunken fever dream.
Their heads snapped in your direction and Felix swiftly tried grabbing your hand to calm you down. He definitely knew you were extremely close to loosing your shit at any given moment at this point. And ofc within milliseconds You weâre snatching your hand away from him charging towards Sophie with boiling blood pumping through your veins
"â HOW FUCKIN DARE DO THIS TO HIM!" You grabbed the nearest liquor bottle off the counter attempting to throw it at her. Felix swooping in grabbing you and picking you up from behind as chris tried to snatch the bottle from your hand. Both of them failing with the amount of rage that was pumping through your body. But luckily for Sophie the glass bottle missed her head by an inch and hit the wall behind her. âJEONGIN LOVES YOU, YOU STUPID BITCH AND THIS IS WHAT YOU DO TO HIM ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS SOPHIE!?âÂ
â Omg did you just throw that bottle at me??!! What is wrong with you, youâre a fucking psychopath!!! you're crazy!âÂ
Hearing all the commotion and shattering glass Minho and changbin came rushing out from the balcony to see what was going on.Â
â I told yo stupid ass months ago if you ever hurt him that I was gonna dog walk you bitch and I mean that shit! âÂ
âY/n itâs not even like that!âÂ
âShut tf up i just watched you kiss Chris after he told you NO! Donât tell me it not like that when youâre in my kitchen feeling up on another guy when the man who is madly in love with you is passed out drunk in the next room! "
She just stood there stunned looking stupid and tipsy as she realized she got caught.Â
âYouâre a compulsive liar and horrible friend! Iâve been wanting to beat your ass for so long now but I held out for my best friends sake. I regret ever introducing you to each other and I pray to god he starts to see you for who you really are!âÂ
âY/n-âÂ
âGet your shit and get tf out of my house before I beat the living shit out of you! Delete my number and you better hope I never catch you out in the street bc unlike some people I AM a woman of my word.âÂ
âTouch me and Iâd gladly press assault charges.âÂ
âIdgaf Bitch I would GLADLY go to jail for beating your ass!â
âDonât test me y/nâÂ
âWASSUP HOE!! TRY ME!!! I FUCKING DARE YOU!!!! â You started raging once again grabbing yet ANOTHER liquor bottle off the counter. This one being bigger and alot heavier Chris and Felix immediately rushed you out the kitchen saving your house from becoming crime scene as Minho and Changbin stepped in to escort Sophie out of the house.Â
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Hi can I have the V1 and Gabriel stuck together in a little wooden boat lost at sea. thank you. please make them comically adorable and useless. I want to see V1 staring at fish wistfully and Gabriel curled up and maybe hopeless even while he has wings.
hihihi!!! sorry for the long reply i was doing stuff. but anyway here you go!
i hope they are as adorable and as useless as you'd expect bc i giggled so hard on the final piece my head got dizzy
#and im still laughing. gabriel is so miserable in that fucking boat#i think thats the peak of my artistic skill it just can't go any better#its such a silly idea i keep laughing just by only thinking bout it#how did they get in the boat? why they cant do a thing about it? who knows#FUCK i forgot the fish sorry#drawing this honestly made my day thank you so much for the request!!!#*kisses you gently on the forhead*#*but only if youre okay with kissing on the forhead of course*#ultrakill#v1 ultrakill#gabriel ultrakill#ultrakill fanart#art#the rumours say he still giggles about this up to this day.....
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raaahhhhh my insides are going to become my outsidessssss
#Not rlly#but like human disembowelment of myself is something that Iâve just kept thinking about for yearsss :p (doesnât bother me btw)#Lowkey interesting as fuck tho#Likeeeee if I could do it and look at my insides painlessly I so would#I wanna scoop out my intestines :3#Kinda weird but like#Weâre just silly like that#Weâre just a girl#Thank you darkstalker for introducing me to the idea of opening yourself up and tearing your organs out :3
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i have planned to write a pseudo-essay or some kind of detailed look at linebeck in phantom hourglass and how he can be interpreted as autistic but thats not going very well right now so here are some autistic linebeck headcanons
He has low empathy and as such has a hard time responding very well to emotional situations, but he can take advantage of his lower empathy in situations where empathy could make things harder, like tending to wounds or rationally handling emotionally-charged situations
His coat is a comfort object and he made it specifically to act as a very slight accommodation; itâs heavy and barely lets any light through it, and he can keep all kinds of little things in pockets sewn into the inner lining, but larger objects do make it more uncomfortable to wear at times. Itâs mostly good to carry around things to fidget or stim with and can be helpful in trying to recover from overwhelming sensory experiences
He doesnât usually stim in public, but taps his fingers on tables quickly and tends to rhythmically snap his fingers when excited, and on his ship is more vocal and more willing to stim, even if around others. One of his main stims that heâll do for no particular reason is that heâll hold his arm or back of his wrist/hand up to his nose and mouth for the smell.
He masks frequently to please people. His default mask is that arrogant and brave front he puts up for islanders and other he may come across. Usually, if that mask doesnât work, he tends to double-down because it usually works and, in his experience, dropping the mask has usually gone badly (non masking heâs rude and blunt but more outwardly excited about adventure and his ship and all of that, i consider it where overseas in the game is when he usually isnât masking. this shifts his arc to be about him learning to stop masking and feel comfortable being himself)
His special interests could include stuff related to treasure hunting but it could really range from stuff about adventuring or the ocean or engineering (relating to his ship) to stuff not at all touched in the game like music. He really enjoys music, listening to it, playing it, and writing it. He also enjoys and is fascinated by shellfish.
When busy or otherwise occupied, he doesn't usually notice when he's hungry. He doesn't have as much of a problem noticing thirst or exhaustion, but feeling hunger is a problem for him, and often leads to him going a long time without eating. On the other hand, he doesn't mind eating the same thing repeatedly and is perfectly fine with blander foods, so handling food supplies for when he'll be overseas for a long time is easy for him.
He knows he's autistic, he's known for a pretty long time, and he has books on it; he also knows that Link is autistic, but doesn't say anything about it and instead waits until someone else tells him. Until (and after, I suppose) Link actually learns that he's autistic Linebeck just makes sure to keep note of what accommodations he might need and if there are any textures or tastes or smells he can't stand. He doesn't have much of a problem helping out during sensory overloads, even soon after meeting him. It's more out of understanding how it feels to not have your needs met and a sort of solidarity rather than actual friendship.
#loz#legend of zelda#phantom hourglass#linebeck#OBVIOUSLY he experiences some nasty rsd and he's a bitch about it that's like. basically canon so i didnt mention it#a lot of linebeckâs autism is based and referenced off of my own with some extra additions#which is why i have an easier time writing him as autistic than link#kindness is a choice and having low or no empathy does not in any way make someone heartless but linebeck does abuse his own low empathy#to be a mean bitch with minimal emotional consequences#i think linebeck would call link a dipshit to his face and then not feel bad about it for like a few weeks until he starts caring abt him#linebeck stimming by smelling his arm is actually my main stim. its probably why i sit all fucked up bc i sometimes do it w/ my legs lol#the masking bit does kinda fuck some stuff up but i personally enjoy that take on him#one of his comfort objects is an old orange cat plushie named copernicus and if you know what that is specifically from thank you im sorry#linebeck being way into music has no canon backup i just like the idea of him playing piano and composing some form of his own theme#piano is a mad sensory experience btw i dont yet know how to really play it but when i did keyboard in pit it was a fantastic feeling#bangin' out the tunes. it was a really good sort of stim if i was feeling a bit overwhelmed by all of the new tech and music too#salty talks#not entirely an autism headcanon but he thinks gender is a sham and less identifies as a man and more specifically considers#his gender identity to be 'real man of the sea' which is initially kinda silly but kind of a fucking gender move tbh#i dont think he's explicitly trans or nb he's just having fun fucking with his own gender and doing whatever he feels like doing#he isnt a man but he is a man. kind of like how im a dude but also not. yeah.#these were initally going to be call 'quick' headcanons but you can see why i uh. didn't end up going with that
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IF LORE UPDATES APPLIED TO PEOPLE I WOULDVE JUST GOTTEN ONE OF MY HAPPIEST LORE UPDATES TODAY
#FUCK YEAH WE GOT MY FIRST EVER MURAL LOOKING SICK AS SHIT SO FAR#TORTUGA AS BIG AS ME AND DETAILED ENOUGH THAT STRANGERS COMPLIMENTED IT MY BELOVED#HUGE SHOUTOUT TO THE GUY DRIVING BY THAT ROLLED DOWN THEIR WINDOW AND SHOUTED âdude thatâs amazing!â AS THEY PASSED#CAME OUT AS TRANS TO MY AUNT THAT IM PAINTING THE MURAL FOR AND SHE IS NOW OFFICIALLY MY FIRST BLOOD RELATIVE TO BE SUPPORTIVE OF ME OUT TH#GATE#HER ONLY THINGS WERE THAT SHE WASNT GONNA BE PERFECT ABOUT MY PRONOUNS AND THAT SHE WISHED ID COME OUT TO HER SOONER SO I WOULDNT HAVE#GOTTEN ATTACHED TO A NAME THAT I DIDNT REALIZE WAS LINKED TO MY REALLY SHITTY BIO DAD AND WANTED TO COME UP WITH A GENDER NEUTRAL NICKNAME#FOR ME THAT WOULD WORK NO MATTER WHAT I IDENTIFY AS FROM HERE ON OUT AND WORKS AROUND PEOPLE IM NOT OUT TO#AND SHE GAVE ME A CHAMORRAN NICKNAME!!!! A SIDE OF MY HERITAGE THAT I DONT GET TO CONNECT TO A TON!!! SHES GONNA CALL ME TAKKA (WE MESSED#WITH THE SPELLING OF âTOCAâ A BIT TO SOUND LIKE âTALK-Aâ SO WE CAN MAKE JOKES ABOUT HOW I TALK A LOT IT HAS BEEN SO FUCKING FUNNY SO FAR I#LOVE IT)#AND SHES GONNA TEACH ME HOW TO MAKE KELAGUEN (A CHAMORRAN DISH) SOMETIME#AND SHE GAVE ME AN OVERSIZED SHIRT THAT BASICALLY SAYS FUCK T-MOBILE#AND TOLD ME SHE LOVED ME NO MATTER WHAT AND TOLD ME THAT SHE LOVED HOW I PRIORITIZED KINDNESS ABOVE ALL ELSE AND I GOT TO TELL HER ABOUT HO#I THINK KINDNESS AND CRUELTY ARE TRAITS BEYOND GENDER AND SEXUALITY AND THAT I WANT TO BECOME THE ADULT I NEEDED AS A KID AND THAT I NEEDED#SOMEONE KIND THAT FREELY GAVE HUGS AND TOLD A LOT OF SILLY JOKES AND WAS FORGIVING WHEN IT COUNTED AND THAT WHEN I GROW OLD WHETHER IM AN#OLD MAN OR OLD WOMAN OR OLD SOMETHING ELSE I WANNA BE A GEEZER THAT LIVES ACROSS THE STREET THAT YOU CAN PLAY CARDS WITH ANYTIME AND#SAVES YOU CHOCOLATE BECAUSE THEY KNOW YOU LIKE IT AND I WANNA BE THE TYPE OF KIND MAN LITTLE GIRLS GROW UP HOPING ARE REAL AND LABELS ARE#CLOTHES THAT SOMETIMES FIT A MONTH OR FIT FOREVER BUT WHAT MATTERS IS THAT THEYRE COMFY IN THE MOMENT AND THAT I JUST WANNA BE HAPPY AND I#LOVE PEOPLE FOR THEIR PERSONALITY AND IM WEIRD ABOUT KISSING BUT I HAVE MY PARTNERS BACK AND THAT MATTERS MORE TO US AND WERE HAPPY#AND I TOLD HER WHAT IM PLANNING ON MY NAME TO BE WHEN IM AN ADULT AND SHE LIKED MY IDEA FOR MY NEW SURNAME#AND WE SANG TO SONGS TOGETHER AND BITCHED ABOUT HER BOYFRIEND AND DID A LITTLE JIG IN THE STREET AND LAUGHED TOGETHER AND SHE WAS SO HAPPY#BECAUSE OF THE TURTLE IM PAINTING HER AND BECAUSE I TRUST HER AND IM SO HAPPY BECAUSE BOTH OF THOSE ARE WORKING OUT AND THIS EVENING WAS A#PERFECT SUMMER EVENING TO BE ALIVE. THIS MAY HAVE HAPPENED ON MY PERIOD BUT WHAT THE FUCK EVER THE GOOD OUTWEIGHS THE BAD. THERE IS BEAUTY#IN THE WORLD IF YOU KNOW WHERE TO LOOK. THERE IS BEAUTY IN BEING TRANS AND BEING SAFE WITH YOUR AUNT AND TALKING TO HER HONESTLY ABOUT YOUR#HOPES FOR THE FUTURE WITH YOUR BODY AND YOUR GENDER. THERE IS BEAUTY IN MAKING SILLY POSES WITH YOUR MURAL IN PROGRESS WITH YOUR AUNT AS TH#PHOTOGRAPHER. THERE IS BEAUTY IN LISTENING TO NOSTALGIC MUSIC WITH YOUR AUNT THAT A LOT OF PEOPLE WOULD PROBABLY MAKE FUN OF YOU FOR LIKING#THERE IS BEAUTY IN WEARING YOUR BANGS UP IN A STUPID PINEAPPLE PONYTAIL SO IT DOESNT FALL IN YOUR EYES AND WEARING CLOTHES YOU DONT CARE#ABOUT AND GRINNING AND LAUGHING AND SINGING MORE ENTHUSIASTICALLY AND GENUINELY THAN YOU HAVE IN A LONG TIME. THERE IS BEAUTY IN CLEANING#PAINT BRUSHES AND MEASURING CUPS IN HER KINDA BROKEN SINK AND MEOWING AT HER CAT AND THANKING HER FOR HELPING YOU CLEAN UP THE PAINTS SHE
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today is idw sonic 69 day: :D!!!!
realizing discourse is about to be really fucking annoying again because lanolin was a little mean: D:
#this isnât an invitation to bring discourse to me btw fuck off if you were thinking it#thank god i deleted my twitter do u have any idea how exhausting it was every release#like i just wanna talk about how much fun im having with silly hedgehog comics and people are so ANGRY#i have my own thoughts on how she handled things but generally i really donât think itâs as disastrous as discourse makes it sound#oh well. im just gonna keep having fun with the hedgehog comics#so like if anyone wants to scream with me pspspsp#idw sonic spoilers#<- just in case#mar says a thing
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IF ITâS ONLY A TOUCHâŠAITA? - satoru gojo.
â© â about. âbut one day, she just grew upâŠand i havenât been able to look at her the same.â satoru gojo never meant to fuck his best friendâs little sister. he never meant to make her fall in love him. he never meant to fall in love with her. satoru doesnât want anyone to know, suguru has no idea and she wants to tell the whole worldâŠdoes that make him the asshole? ⊠( 46.5K )
â© â warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! nsfw, smut, angst with a bittersweet ending. college!au, age gaps ( reader is 22, satoru gojo is 27 ), forbidden romance, toxic relationships, situationships, co-dependency ( on suguru geto ), controlling older brother, panic attacks, violence, fight scenes, arguments, alcohol mentions, smoking weed, manipulation, gaslighting, three smut scenes, spit, praise, dumbification, fingering (f!receiving), hand jobs (m!receiving), pussy jobs, dry humping, hold the moan, light!choking, light!oral-fixation, public sex, bathroom sex, clothed sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (f + m!receiving), overstimulation, orgasm control, multiple orgasms, creampies, adopted geto!reader, fem!reader.
â© â things to note. my entry for @ohkento âs reddit collab ! iâd like to thank everyone for their patience with this labour of love. it was first a silly idea that blossomed into something more complex and beautiful. i love this fic so much and i hope you do too!! special thanks to @todorosie for beta reading n all your encouragement!! and to @rinhaler for the sukuna reference hehe <3 - m.list â playlist â read on ao3 ! ÖŽ àŁȘđ€â âč
AITA (27M) FOR FUCKING MY BEST FRIEND'S (26M) LITTLE SISTER (22F)? hey reddit. iâll get straight into it. i met my best friend, weâll call him S, when we were kids, as young as five i guess, and weâve been inseparable ever since. he was there for me at my lowest, and right by my side at my highest. iâve never been the greatest personâŠbut there isnât anything he wouldnât do for me and vice versa. thatâs why i feel so bad. heâs got this younger sister, i used to find her so annoying, but one day⊠she just grew up and i havenât been able to look at her the same. we started fooling around two years ago around the time sheâd settled into college but decided to keep it a secret from her brother. now sheâs graduated from college and wants to take the next step⊠TLDR: weâve been fucking around for two years but now sheâs graduated and is ready to be more serious with our relationship. she wants to tell her brother â iâm unsure. AITA?
coming back home after four years of brutal education, late nights studying and heavy textbooks feels⊠almost comforting.Â
sure, youâve been home for the holidays before, and sometimes between semesters when things got a little bit rough. but this time around, being home feels more like a relief â an aura of permanency surrounding the occasion. at home, thereâs home cooked meals instead of stale take-out and the house youâve been raised in smells of warm spices rather than the unpleasant combination of old beer and dorm parties.Â
thereâs peace in being at home instead of college after four long years. itâs rewarding almost, to know that youâre welcomed back into the arms of the people who love you most after years of blood, sweat and tears. youâve made it. youâre on the other side. youâve got a degree under your belt and a bright, prosperous future ahead of you.Â
letting out a determined huff, you throw your suitcases down onto the end of your bed â pushed up against the window of your childhood bedroom. the walls are a colour you no longer like (lime green⊠what were you thinking?) plastered with posters from groups you no longer listen to and movies you would only watch for comfort now that youâre a little bit older. nostalgia is warm under your skin as you look around at your teenage safe space, until your big doe eyes land on your sticker covered closet.Â
being home for just the weekend, you thought youâd kill two birds with one stone. unpack the clothes you no longer need at your college dorm whilst joining your parents for a celebration. they had wanted you to come down from your university town in order to commemorate the end of your degree, since theyâll be abroad on business for your graduation ceremony in a few months time. not to mention, the outstanding job offer youâd received not long after being awarded your final marks.Â
your brother, suguru, would be joining you for the weekend as well. temporarily taking up space in his own childhood bedroom just across the hall â the keep out sign with black and yellow restricted tape still hanging from the white wooden door. geto had long since moved out of your parents place, what with him being five years older than you. he now had a job in the city as a big shot lawyer with hardly any time for his little sister anymore. so the fact that he was making the trip down just to celebrate you meant more than you could put into words.
he hadnât arrived yet, however, and your parents were busy downstairs sorting out your favourite home cooked dinner (oxtail, a favourite) to care about what you were up to â leaving you to unpack in comfortable solitude. you decide to start with your night clothes, the darkness of the winterâs evening starting to bleed into the purple painted sky. youâll be sleepy soon, no doubt.Â
turning your back on the window, you move to set your toiletries and a fresh pair of pyjamas on the back of your desk chair â hardly noticing the way the window panes creak open, accompanied by the chill of a light december breeze. the gentle tread of footsteps across your carpeted floor go without attention as well, youâre too occupied with sorting through your things to pay attention to anything. not until itâs too late.Â
âboo!â
large and possessive hands on your hips make you jump in fright, relaxing only when you hear the familiar teasing baritone against the shell of your ear. âdid you miss me?â gojo purrs, using his hold on the flesh at your waist to spin you around to face him. your palms settle on the broad spread of his sturdy shoulders while his fingers dip into the back pocket of your low-waist jeans â leaving very little room between your bodies.
âsatoru!â you exhale sincerely with the wisps of a smile spreading across your lips and twitching at the corner of your mouth. âwhat are you doing here? when did you get back?â like butter in a heated pan, you melt into the manâs arms, those same arms wrapping around your waist fully to pull you further into him. you feel dumb and lovestruck, tucked into the plushness of gojoâs chest as if youâd never left.Â
âi couldn't miss my special girlâs special weekend, now could i?â the toothy smirk satoru gives you is enough to make your knees knock and youâre reminded that youâre lucky enough to be held up in his arms. happiness simmers hotly through your veins at the thought. a million and one girls would kill to be in your position, to have a man as handsome as the satoru gojo in their bedroom, all alone, sapphire blue eyes honed in on you and only you.Â
heâs unlike any man youâve ever met before. heâs so beautiful, not just anyone will do if it ever came to replacing him. heâs tall enough to tower over you, and make you feel small in a way that isnât terrible at all. his hair is as white as winter frosts and unfairly soft for someone who probably doesnât take as much care for it as he should. his lashes flutter against your forehead, long and to die for. satoru gojo is a beauty if you ever saw one â and you find yourself grateful to keep him all to yourself. in this moment. of course.
the look he gives you itself is enough to keep you alive, make your cheeks tingle with heat just under the skin, make you feel like a schoolgirl about to give a note to her crush. but a million and one girls donât have to hide their crushes or keep them secret, their relationships probably arenât as complex or confusing as your own with the man before you.
things with gojo have always been weirdâŠever since you were young. he found you annoying and whiny, back then, he along with your adoptive brother would pick on you until your eyes were big and shiny and your nose a little snotty. in those times, suguru (who babied you too much for your own good on occasion) often followed his best friendâs lead, maybe because satoru was older (despite them both being five years ahead of you in age) and the more dominating personality of the two best friends. it was easy to think that he might have even despised you then, or to imagine that suguru would grow up adoring you. yet, for satoru, it all changed one summer after your eighteenth birthday, when you just⊠shot up. you filled out, your demeanour changed, you became everything that he ever wanted.Â
satoru was spoilt. he always had been, even from childhood. the gojo clan had built an empire and he was right at the heart of it as soon as he left college. the white haired man with the dazzling rows of perfect teeth had all the money and power in the world â right in the palm of his dangerous hands. obtaining what he wanted was as easy as snapping his fingers, and in an instant he could have all the booze and babes he desired. whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. the issue with being a man of satoru gojoâs calibre is the difficulty in drawing a line in the sand and knowing when to stop. men like him have everything, but only desire what they canât have.Â
he only desires you.
see, early on in his friendship with your brother, suguru had given satoru one plain and simple rule. one that he could never break so long as he walked godâs green earth and breathed fresh air into his lungs.Â
suguru had made him promise never to go near you, sexually or romantically.Â
theyâd known one another their entire lives, been together through thick and thin, ups and downs. if anyone knew what the real satoru gojo was really like⊠it would be your brother. he had seen every arc of gojo like the phases of the moon up above. satoru was a partier, he drank until his veins were 50% alcohol and poured the bourbon until all of his organs were burned black. he smoked away his burdens, numbing his brain with whatever he could get his hands on. people, back in college, were just as disposable to gojo as his fatherâs income and even now, with his position at the heart of Gojo Corporations â satoru was no more stable than a drowning child, struggling to keep his head above the water and air in his scarred lungs.Â
he was in no position to look out for you like suguru did. to the older geto, you were a prized possession and a treasure to be cherished. his innocent baby sister who was too sweet for the hard liquor gojo drank by the gallons and the papers that knew to tear him apart by name. you needed someone to rely on, someone to look out for you when the world gets tough and the rose tinted glass ceiling shatters down on you. suguru had tried his hardest to shield to growing up, becoming partly responsible for your dependence on him.Â
he learned how to braid your hair and cook the foods you liked before moving to japan for your adoption. when he wasnât being mean to you along with satoru, suguru cared for you deeply. he was a good adoptive brother.
so, it was a wonder how you even managed to get into and go to university all on your own â without your older brotherâs watchful eye to keep you safe from the dangers of men, sex and money.
and gojo, being gojo, was never a stickler for the rules. heâd innocently reached out to you once youâd settled into college, under the guise of checking on his best friendâs little sister. much to his amusement, youâd already broken out of the safety net your brother had cast over you â you were more brazen and adventurous, sleeping around between study sessions and partying when youâd told your family you were tired from the weekâs work.Â
before anyone knew it, youâd become the college girl who liked to be wined and dined by older men â presenting the perfect opportunity for satoru to sweep you off your feet.Â
texts to check on you every once in a while became calls to ask about your day and wish each other good morning and good night. these little things, as sweet as they might have seemed, snowballed into something bigger. something more. at least to you. you were falling in love with satoru gojo, and fast. it was the first time youâd ever felt like that towards someone, and heâd gotten you right where he wanted you.Â
it wasnât long before you were paying off your dorm mates to keep quiet about having an older man over, no less gojo. you were naive but not stupid, it wouldnât take an idiot to know that geto had people keeping an eye on you nor that money was what made the world go round â people would do anything for a hefty price or designer bag. they kept their lips sealed each and every time gojo swung by your dorm to pin your knees to your ears and fuck you raw until your voice was hoarse and there was a dent in your wall from the force of his thrusts against the bed frame.Â
satoru had been the one to take your virginity, of course. suguru would have had an aneurism if he ever found out.
and while you loved the thrill of sneaking around with someone older, someone who seemed to know the world better than you ever could, someone who excited you â there were times where you wished your heart hadnât chosen the enigma that is satoru gojo. your relationship with him ruined the little time you had to explore yourself in college. he knew all of your friends, he knew all of the boys in your classes and the ones that dared to hang out with you outside of them. he sometimes paid them off to break your heart or cheat on you just so that youâd go running back into his arms â bleary eyed and emotionally drained.
satoru knew about your every move â the parties you went to and the socials you attended. you were never able to mess around with people, not with the tabs he had on you. silly little you, donât you know? youâre satoruâs property.Â
the worst thing he could have done to you is fail to put a label on your relationship. you were never his girlfriend and he would always dance around the question like he was avoiding a bullet to the chest. âwhat are we?â you would ask, and like always, satoru would grin lazily and slowly â in the way that brews a hazy fog over your mind and respond with. âwhatever you want me to be.â
what you wanted was something official. not to be satoruâs little pet, hidden away from the rest of the world while in private he promises you that youâre the only girl heâs ever loved. it hit hardest whenever you would go to visit him, noting anotherâs car in the driveway that wasnât yours or satoruâs. you knew that you never meant muchâŠbut in actuality it was slowly killing you now. he gave you comfort, gave you warmth but whenever you woke, he was gone by the morning. thatâs how it always was.Â
a piece of you threatened to crumble each and every time your lover was plastered over the tabloids and gossip magazines with another heiress. you wanted to tell the world that you were his and he was yours. you wanted suguru to know too.Â
oftentimes, satoru would ease your worries with a simple toe curling and mind numbing kiss to your butter-glossed lips, uttering the words âbut, wouldnât that ruin our little secret?âÂ
the very secret made you feel dirty and used.Â
if satoru didnât let you, then you could never bring yourself to tell suguru. it would break his heart, his entire soul to know that his angelic little sister was taking her eyes off of the very expensive prize of her university degree. and so, the track of your fragmented relationship (situationship?) with your mischievous white haired lover replays over and over again like a broken record â scratched and scathed.Â
satoru comes over, you fight or cry, and he ends up balls deep inside of you â creaming your little cunt in a hotel off campus or paying off your friends to spend your night in your dorm again.Â
when you finally graduated, you remember one of said friends asking. âwill you ever go public with that⊠guy youâre always fucking? i mean⊠he practically lives with you.â
at the time, 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⊠thinkingâŠâ you supply as a meek excuse, shuddering when gojo slips a thumb over the slightly cracked skin of your bottom lip. the impending winterâs cold had been nipping at it in his place.
âabout me?â
you scoff playfully, begrudgingly pulling yourself from satoruâs grip before he makes your brain too overcast to even focus about unpacking. âabout graduation. i canât believe itâs all over.âÂ
returning to unfolding some casual wear left in your bag, your mind begins to wander if satoru misses you as much as you miss him whenever youâre not touching. your skin feels alive, teaming with life, whenever heâs nearby â as if two magnets that couldnât be more different have attracted one another instead of repelling. itâs like you need to be near him in order to breathe, to feel, to exist.Â
yourâŠboyfriend? makes himself comfortable on your bed, trailing his index finger over the pink patterned sheets. you realise then, that youâll never truly understand whatâs going on in his head.Â
âi am proud of you, yanno.â gojo comments casually. he man-spreads across the edge of your bed, leaning back against his elbows as if to draw your eyes to the treasure between his thick jean-clad thighs. ânot every day my pretty baby graduates with honours. such a smart little girl, hm?â itâs cruel really, how dumb he makes you out to be â but in a way, it makes your insides twist and a flutter make its way up to your chest.
you shrug as if itâs nothing, hanging your clothes up in the closet before you return to the bedside. âitâs a wonder i managed, âtoru. you were always distracting me,â memories of your illicit activities on nights before papers were due or exams were to be taken flash behind his vibrant azure eyes, and satoru grins mischievously as his strong arms snake around your waist â his head pressed against your smooth tummy. âi have to unpack.â you remind him gently.
but then he looks up at you, like a sweet pet that begs for food, dragging you into the shining blue pools of his eyes that you can never seem to escape. and before you know it, youâre drowning in gojoâs attention once again.Â
âdid you miss me?â
satoru letâs his fingers slide under your loose top and gives your hips a possessive squeeze, watching you with baited breath.Â
ââtoru, youâve asked me that already.âÂ
he squeezes again, harder, the rough pads of his fingers sinking into your mid-section, all needy like. heâs desperate to know that you havenât found anyone else. âi missed you,â satoru quips in place of your silence. âi hate being away from you for so long, work sucks.â
as if he ever did any real work. satoru was just the pretty poster boy for his dadâs company â it worked out well though, youâd seen the amount of zeros in his bank account yourself. âiâll be getting a job too, did you know that? at that big fashion editorial. you know the one, Heavenly Pact magazine. itâll be in the city too so we can be closer together. itâs why suguru is taking us to dinner.âÂ
satoru finds your gushing adorable, pulling you to stand between his legs as you go on and on.
âand where dâya think suguru got that idea from?â he coos. âi had him set up a reservation at that place you like⊠yanno, the one where we spent our two years. something about the sushi there. you liked it.âÂ
satoru talks about the day as if you were really dating. two years. seven hundred and thirty days spent fawning over him and chasing the white haired male like a lost puppy. you couldnât even call it an anniversary, not when you werenât official. though, heâd taken the time to spoil you â he dressed you in diamonds and designer, picked you up in a fancy car that probably cost more than your rent, booked out the whole restaurant and filled it with your favourite flowers. gojo had made you feel like you were special, something special to him, and as usual you fell for the smoke screens and mirrors that masked how he truly felt.Â
how he wanted to own every part of you.Â
youâd wanted to celebrate two years being tied to one another and he let you, because in order to take â you have to give a little.Â
gojo somehow feels closer than before, his lips treading lightly over your supple stomach while his thumbs trace circles over your hips. you preen into his touch, love bristling in your chest and replacing the heaviness that weighs it down. âyouâre coming?âÂ
âwouldnât miss it for the world, baby.â comes his husky, breathy whisper â uttered against your warm skin like a promise of love and support. satoru presses a wet kiss just above your navel all while slyly tugging your shirt further up, distracting you from the task at hand (folding clothes).
something stirs within your lower tummy, a blistering hot sensation spreads from your core to your chest, your mind and all four of your limbs as if someoneâs thrown gasoline onto a fire. gojoâs curious silver tongue travels further â tracing over the saltine droplets of sweat on your skin while he licks up to your rib cage. every twist of his pink muscle against you makes your breath catch in the ridges of your throat and your entire body wrack with a case of the shakes.Â
still, you continue to unpack, struggling with the items in your grip as large palms claw up your back and force you down into satoruâs widespread lap, not that you mind â being pressed up all against him. âoooh, thatâs cute,â satoru taunts you playfully, pulling back from the love marks heâs painted where your breasts meet your ribs. he blinks over at the article of clothing between your nimble fingers, white flashes tickling your skin as he does so.
his scent is so overwhelming you canât even think, not at all what one would expect. itâs fresh, almost cold to inhale, like peppermint, pine and cool air from the highest peak of the mountain.Â
you look down at gojo dumbly, earning yourself the sound of his melodious laughter. in response, he juts his head in the direction of your hand. âyour bra, you gonna wear that for me?â
shifting your gaze over to the baby blue lace, you grin and toss it aside â using your free hands to push satoru back against your sheets.Â
âmaybe, if youâre lucky.âÂ
he growls in reply, predatory and playful all at once, lifting his head, with his pool of silver-moon hair rising from your bed, to capture your lips in a slow, spit-swapping kiss. he allows you to pin his wrists above his head, barely putting up a fight as you swallow him down and devour him whole â your tongues clash for dominance, slipping and sliding over one another while your hands do the same to the silver roots of his hair.Â
one of your hands travel down to cup his cheek, tilting gojoâs head up just a tad more so that you can pour more of your passion into him. the kiss becomes, in the only way that you can describe it, hurried and hungry â the more of yourself you give to him, the more satoru becomes filled with your love and innermost parts of your soul. you give and give and give until his glass is full to the brim.
you grow weaker by the second, falling victim to the predatory, hot mouth of your lover and your grip on his wrists loosen just enough for his calloused fingertips to fluidly cascade down your body â finding purchase in the loops of your pesky jeans, tugging them away from your marred flesh and soft ass. once heâs bored with toying with your clothes, the silver haired man uses his reach on your ass to push you closer, kiss you harder, grind his swelling erection into the gap between your plush thighs.
the two of you canât be closer, noses knocking against one another clumsily and breath becoming scarce as your lungs ache and burn for a fresh in-take of oxygen between drooly lip locks. itâs messy, youâre both messy â your relationship always has been. but in this very moment, you canât find it in yourself to care, addicted to the weight of gojoâs tongue in your mouth and the way his smooth, glossy lips feel against your own. both of your chests heave, your bodies growing hotter and tenser each time you swirl your hips down onto him or he bucks up into you.
âbaby,â satoru sighs airily, twitching underneath you â all restless and impatient. âyouâre so pretty like this, onâtopâa me,â his crystal blue eyes have darkened to a midnight blue, almost black with a list that makes his pupils blow wide. youâve seen this change too many times to be unfamiliar with what satoru wants. that very thing being you. âsmoke with me a little?â his plea barely covers up the low moan that escapes him as your hips jerk against him. his touch scorches through the all-too-tight denim hugging your waist, leaving burn marks at your tail bone. heâs desperate for this, desperate for you.Â
how can you say no.
your face splits into an angelic, agreeable grin. just what satoru likes to see. âcâmon then, whereâs your stash?â in reply, he lifts his hips higher from the bed â nudging the thick outline of his cock against your sensitive clothed pussy.Â
âsorry.â he lies easily. âback pocket.âÂ
moving to dig around in said pocket, you pull out gojoâs tiny baggy of weed â noting the joints heâd probably rolled up prior to coming here. sometimes, you had the nagging thought that your man always loved you better when you were a little bit high. you gloss over the idea, however, reaching into your nightstand nearby for your sanrio lighter while you toss gojo the bag. he picks out a blunt for you to share and you trigger the flame.
you take the joint between your lips, plumped up from all the kissing youâve been doing, and let satoru wrap a bulky arm around your middle â pinning you to his larger-than-yours frame. his chest is plush, warm, and you can feel your heartbeats beginning to sync up beneath your clothes. you hold the lighter to one end, bambi eyes reflecting the orange yellow flame that sets the wrapper alight and hum in content whilst you inhale.Â
you hold. exhale. and when the smoke clears, gojo is looking up at you as if you hold the entire universe in your gaze.
âyouâre so fuckinâ pretty.âÂ
that sweet giggle of yours rings out into the night air. you take a hit before you press your mouth to satoruâs â breathing the smoke into his lungs.Â
youâre spoiling him. he knows you donât really like to smoke, but youâre always sweetest when he gets you a little fucked up.Â
âso youâve said, âtoru.â
he swipes the blunt from your grip and takes a drag for himself, tapping the ashes out against your sheets as he picks up the salacious motions of his hips again. and like the obedient little thing you are, you grind against him, mewling into his milky skin thatâs illuminated by the shy slither of moonlight that peeks on you both through your curtains.Â
âi mean it, sweet thing,â another hit, his voice even huskier from the aromatic fumes â even as he gripes lowly into the shell of your ear. âfuck, youâre so perfect like this. grinding on my lap like a needy little girl, hm?âÂ
whining out for him, you let satoru stick the blunt back in your mouth and sit up â bucking down on his hard, heavy erection as if youâre riding his cock like you usually do. âsatoru,â you purr while the weed begins to take residence over your brain, take its effect. you recognise that the supply is from sukuna, the older brother of a boy you knew from college. yuuji itadori, was it? youâd always found him cute but he had a girlfriend and gojo told you to stop worrying about him a long time ago. the very thought sparks something in the back of your mind â at war with giving into satoruâs touch and how it makes its way underneath your clothes to thumb at your pebbling nipples. ââtoruâŠwhen are you going to tell sugu about us?âÂ
the mention of your brother should be enough to kill the mood, but youâve been away from gojo far too long. heâs already got his sights set on ruining you for some fun tonight, pushing his luck by slipping his fingers past your tight waistband in order to mess with your slick pussy folds against your panties.Â
âdo i need to?â he drawls, laughs a little, voice breaking through the thick barrier of ardour built up in his throat. âsânot that important. telling him. weâre having fun, right? things are good the way they are.â gojo sticks his tongue out in concentration, fumbling between layers of clothes for your cute little clit and grinning ear to ear when he finds it â watching you quiver and fail to hold yourself up above him as he presses down on the nub, hard. âwhat good would it do, telling him?â
you could think of a million reasons why, but all of them fail to rush to the forefront of your mind â blocked by desire and the lingering weed in your system. âiâŠi want to mean somethinâ to you,â comes your babyish voice, hurt and whiny through your pout. satoru takes the blunt from you, rubbing your cunt through your words as they catch in your throat. âwanna be serious with you. want something more. i-iâm a proper adult now⊠i deserve â oh fuck!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 weedâŠâÂ
heat brews under the surface of your skin, most hot at the centre of your face where you start to feel humiliated and embarrassed. even more so because you like it, when the silver haired man is mean to you like this. âsatoruâŠt-thatâs not what i meantââ you try, gushing and crying. âs-satoru iâm g-gonnaâ!âÂ
knock, knock, knock.
âhey little one, iâm home!âÂ
the pair of you jump apart at the smooth sound of suguruâs calm and timbre voice.Â
itâs like a shock to your system, like being doused with cold water or waking up from a hangover after one too many shots. with wild eyes you look from your half-hard boyfriend to the open window â immediately shoving up and pulling his hands from your pants. âg-get up!â Â you seethe, teeth and tongue, all of your syllables rushed.Â
âwas that suguru?â gojo asks, voice elevated with panic while he puts the blunt out against your windowsill.Â
you nod vigorously, using your shaky limbs to push satoru back out the way he came. âyes! now go!âÂ
âhey, little one? itâs me, suguru..â
he scrambles to climb back out the window and you lean over the edge to watch him go â accepting the chaste kiss he gives you on the way out. the second that gojo is out of view, you chuck the half-smoked joint into your trash can and kick the rest of sukunaâs supply underneath your bed to cover up the evidence.
âc-come in!â you finally squeak, putting on your best smile for your adoptive older brother.Â
your bedroom door swings open, revealing a tired suguru with tousled clothes and sleepy dark eyes. he looks older, maturer, but heâs still the same brother you love and grew up with. âthereâs my little princess,â he cheers, tying back the dark tresses of his (much) longer hair before he opens his arms wide to give you a hug.Â
you quickly accept, nuzzling your cheek against suguruâs firm shoulder (also wiping your tears on him). âsugu! when did you get back?âÂ
ânot too long ago. i tried calling, but you didnât pick up.â his voice is laced with suspicion and you swear you hear him sniff the air from above your head â close to catching the traces of weed on you.Â
âi was⊠unpacking!â stepping back, you stumble over to your toiletries that youâd begun to unpack earlier and eagerly (a little too eagerly) spritz some of your expensive perfume into the air. âs-sorry! iâm the thinking of wearing this scent to dinner on sundayâŠany thoughts?â
you swear you hear gojo groan from outside, no doubt listening in on your conversation with his best friend and your older brother â no doubt finding your excuse flimsily and unbelievable. suguru, despite it all, takes the bait or chooses not to bite any further â his eyes no longer narrowed and his face relaxed.Â
âspeaking of things to wear for sunday nightâŠâ he begins, digging deep into his left pocket for a small red velvet box. âi got you a little something, asâŠcongrats for all of your hard work recently.âÂ
suguru reaches forward to take your hand in his, turning it over so that he can place the box in the centre of your palm. you glance up at your older brother hesitantly, but he only gives you a warm reassuring smile â gesturing for you to open it.
you do we told, the box creaking open at his hinges to reveal a real diamond necklace with a beautiful, dazzling sapphire pendant at its centre. just by looking it at it, you know that the sapphire and silver combination will contrast decadently against the deep, sun-kissed tones of your skin.
âo-oh sugu, you shouldnât have!â
âbut i did, think of it as my parting gift to you.â the older geto sibling explains kindly. âyouâre going out into the world to do something special, to help people. you deserve to be spoiled before you get there.â his gentle hands close the box for you, setting it aside on your dresser before suguru links your fingers â staring down at you wistfully. âeverything out there is dangerous. people will try to take advantage of you and your kindness. but like gem stone in hard shell rock, you must preserve that little shine of yoursâŠâ you let him brush at a dry tear mark on your cheek, your fingers slipping down to his wrist to hold them tight. âi will always be here to look out for you, no matter what. but i wonât always be able to be by your side.âÂ
the seriousness of the conversation overwhelms you with a weighty guilt. suguru has always looked after you and done his best to keep you away from any harm. you imagine that satoru would be right in how destroyed your brother would feel after finding out you ran into the arms of the biggest danger of all.Â
his best friend.Â
so you suck it up, mask your guilt and press a kiss to your brotherâs cheek â hoping that heâll forgive you if the truth ever surfaces.Â
âi know, thank you sugu,â comes your simple, appreciative reply. âiâll always have you, and satoru too.â
he laughs and kisses your forehead âthat you will. but donât get too close to him okay? heâs trouble. i wouldnât want him to mess things up for you.âÂ
âi know, suguru.âÂ
the exchange is left at that, with suguru patting your shoulder as he bids you a goodnight. your entire body sags with relief once heâs gone, similar to that of a snake shedding its skin. you canât keep lying to him like this but you donât want to break his heart. maybe satoru was right. maybe you were wrong. either way, you feel conflicted and torn between two.
when you go to close the window, satoru is still waiting for you â safely on the ground below. his blue eyes beg to come back inside, to be with you, but youâve danced with the devil too much tonight. gojo wonât take you seriously. he might ruin things for you, just like your brother said.Â
âcall me when you get home safe, okay?â you murmur to him in order to make sure you donât get caught.Â
you latch your window closed right after, not even bothering to wait for gojoâs reply.Â
either youâll keep sneaking around with him or youâll eventually give him up, but for tonight â you decide that youâll just shut the silver snake out.
âiâve never known you to like the colour blue so much.âÂ
the day before your fancy and celebratory dinner â suguru geto decided that his spoiled little sister isn't quite spoiled enough. growing up, heâd bring you toys from his shitty part time job at the department store on weekends or food from the chefâs at satoruâs place after hanging out with that loser all day.Â
in college, it would be magnets or posters or big, surprisingly well-made hoodies from the campus gift shop because suguru would always tell you that his little one would be going to university too â that youâd do him proud and achieve big things. you were destined for so much more and had every ounce of support in your corner. from your brother, your parentsâŠthereâs always been a pressure on your shoulder to make something of yourself, become someone worthy of their support.Â
by the time suguru had graduated and landed his own job â the little gifts heâd gotten you became pricier and more luxurious. your brother had called them items of encouragement, a taste of what was to come once you made it out into the real world. not that he would actually ever let you spend a dime of your own, big brothers were supposed to be there for sweet little sisters like you to fall back on. he wanted you to know that he would always have you covered, have you spoiled with everything youâd ever wanted â mostly to keep your standards high, ensuring that you never settled for anything less than what your older sibling could provide you with.Â
thatâs how days like today first came about â you called it sibling bonding time.Â
first on the agenda was breakfast at the humble little bakery your parents often treated you both to after a batch of good grades at school. it wasnât too far from the house and you use the walk to catch up, bouncing excitedly by your brotherâs side while he gushed to you about highly classified information from his line of work. there was always something to admire about suguru, how dedicated he was to keeping you safe and making a name for himself outside of the shelter of your home.Â
in some ways, you wanted to be just like him. it could've been that you admired suguru too much or leaned on him even more. interdependency as some would call it.Â
that didnât matter to you though, your relationship with your brother has always been precious to you and thatâs all that matters.Â
the rest of your early morning was spent with a pampering session, manicures, and pedicures and makeup testing â even a trip to the hair stylist who happily braided your bountiful curls into your favourite look.Â
next, was a late afternoon shopping spree. suguru drives you into the fanciest mall he can think of to spend the day. the elitist of the elite. designer stores were plotted at every corner, stocked to the brim with luxury goods that wouldnât even put a dent in your brotherâs salary nowadays. if you wanted it, you got it â without a word or question against you. suguru let you fill your basket with a purse and bag for the evening ahead, and right now, the last thing on your agenda would be the perfect dress to wear to your dinner.
thatâs what had brought you to this very moment, the one where you completely blank on your brother because heâs noticed something different about you.Â
something akin to a nuisance of a crush on gojo satoru.
blinking once, you turn on your heel to face suguru and snap out of your distant thoughts. âi-iâm sorry, what was that?â
the older, raven haired man smiles at you as if youâre being silly â as though there arenât any thoughts up in that pretty little head of yours. âi said, youâve grown awfully fond of the colour blue recently.â he keeps his voice soft and comforting while speaking to you, avoiding any accusatory tones that might set his sensitive younger sister off. âitâs not even your favourite colour.â geto adds, approaching you by the clothes rack in what seems to be your fifth designer fashion store.Â
you may be spoilt but at least you have taste â the number of zeroes on the price tag was never an issue for your brother anyway.
he gestures down at the items folded over your crossed arms â the ones you wanted to take to the back and try on. heat flashes under the surface of your skin when you realise suguru is in fact right. thereâs a plethora of fabric bundled in your arms with only one thing in common.Â
they all share the shade of a baby powder blue.Â
itâs the type of blue that reminds you of the sky on days where the weather is just right â when the sun is able to pierce through the veil of fluffy white clouds and shine down on you. the type of blue that hides behind lilac and orange when the sun rises at dawn. the type of blue that sometimes reminds you of clear winter skies after snowfall and drawing shapes in your condensed breath on the glass.Â
itâs the type of blue akin to satoru gojoâs brilliant eyes â the ones that look as though they hold unseen stars or undiscovered galaxies, the secrets of the universe yet to be known by mankind. oh those eyes, theyâre so dreamy that you could get lost in them for a milenia and never be bored.Â
to anyone who knows about the two of you â it would make sense for blue to have become one of your favourite colours. it is the embodiment of satoru, everything down to loving him is blue, and bleak and beautiful all at once.Â
yet, suguru could never know that. it would ruin everything.Â
âi justâŠi just think itâs pretty!â internally, you feel yourself cringe and the weak excuse â threading your fingers through the dresses in your hold. âdonât you think the colour would like nice on me, sugu? if not, i can put them backââ
your older brother grabs at your wrist before you can even think to commit such an action â stopping you from putting anything back onto the clothes rack. âyouâd look pretty in anything you wore, little one.â he lets out a nervous chuckle, moving to pet your head softly. âi just imagined you in something a little moreââ
âblue. itâs perfect â isnât it? it matches my pendant tooâŠâ spinning around to face your brother, you hold a beautiful cupcake styled tulle dress to suguruâs gaze, and dawn over its gemstone sweetheart necklace that has a twinkle bright enough to rival satoruâs eyes. you wonder how heâll look at you once he sees it on you, contrasting perfectly with your warm complexion. a secret, not so innocent part of you hopes that satoru will just rip it off of you. the other, wishes youâd calm down and behave.
suguru offers you a wavering smile, before relenting. âif thatâs what you want, sweetheart.â he hums, gesturing towards the fitting rooms. âhow about you try it on, see how it looks?âÂ
nodding your head, you shove your discarded choices into his arms and disappear into a booth â excited to see how the article of clothing looks on you. you strip easily, kicking off your jeans while suguru wanders around impatiently outside.Â
âsoâŠis it a boy that youâre wearing this for?â comes his deep voice through the curtains, lifted in tone only by its teasing lilt.Â
when you were younger, you would always gush to suguru about your crushes â whether he cared or not, your excited and love-struck musings always struck his ear. you remember being in his room while he studied or gamed, tucked into his side or braiding his luscious black hair while telling him all about how much you loved this one boy in your class. suguru would tell you to mind your heart and keep her safe, a boy who couldnât buy you diamonds and make you laugh wasnât the right boy for you.
you would hate to hear what he thinks about gojo then. a man who buys you diamonds, makes you laugh, fucks you good and breaks your heart all at once.
hugging your discarded t-shirt to your chest as if to protect the beating organ, you frown. âit isnât! why would i dress pretty for some boy?â
âgood. boys are dangerous,â clothing ruffles over the sound of suguruâs voice as he reminds you of the lesson heâs taught you many times over the years. trust no man, except for your brother. âi wonât always be here to keep an eye on you or keep you out of said danger. so justâŠfocus on making a name for yourself. especially after youâve worked so hard to graduate from uni.â
you scoff and grab the dress â debating whether or not you should step into it or pull it over your head. âiâm not a child anymore, sugu. i donât need you to watch out for me⊠iâm old enough to make my own choices. iâm responsible too.âÂ
he watches your feet peek out from under the curtains as you mess with the dress and attempt to pull it on. getoâs senses jump to high alert listening to you struggle and shuffle to pull it over your head, resisting the urge to jump in and help you. âdonât pull it over your head when youâve just gotten your hair done,â he grumbles in light annoyance. âstep into it, little one.âÂ
âyeah, i got it!â comes your snappy voice in return while you readjust and try again.Â
suguru leans against the nearest wall, crossing his arms over his chest â he slips into silence as you slip into your dress. âi know you do, youâre a smart girl.â you get the feeling heâs not talking about how you try it on anymore, and your stomach turns as you adjust the skirts. âbut that doesnât mean i donât worry. once you lose your focus, everything comes crashing down. thatâs what happened to satoru. i wouldnât want you to end up like him.âÂ
again, your tummy lurches in the worst of ways at the mention of gojo and how much geto hates the idea of the two of you ever getting together. sure, satoru was childish and irresponsible â refuting the orders of the higher ups in his family⊠he could be disappointing at times too, with questionable loyalty. yet sometimes⊠sometimes satoru could be so good and stable, oftentimes reminding you of why you wanted to be with him in the first place.Â
he is special to you, in so many ways that is beyond the web of human comprehension. you love satoru gojo so much that your lungs burn with the need for air whenever heâs not around for you to breathe in.Â
the idea of not having him around often because of your brother is like oxygen deprivation itself.
âsatoru isnât that bad.â you counter, toying with the beading at your neckline while you inspect yourself in the mirror. he would love it on you. âdonât you think youâre being a little harsh on him? he is your best friend after all.â it takes your all not to bust out and tell your brother all about your relationship with said best friend, even if it kills him and ruins the rose tinted glass above his head.
pushing the curtains open you step out just as geto starts to scold you again. âsatoru gojo is lazy and hardly competent, he wouldnât be right for you and you know thatâ oh.â
he stops speaking when you step out to show him the dress, your eye bright and doe-like, almost pleading â while the fabric sticks to all the right curves, making you look stunning. making you appear more mature. âhelp me do the zip fâme, suguru? i canât reach.âÂ
âcome here, iâve got you,â suguru whispers in quiet awe, turning you gently by the shoulders to do the honours of zipping you in at the low back of the dress. âyou look perfect, give me a twirl, hm, little one?â
twirling as told, suguru watches proudly as your skirts flail about the place â itâs sparkle catching on the UV light up above. youâre the perfect angelic picture of his little sisterâŠhe doesnât know how heâll ever let you go.Â
thereâs still a pout on your lips undoubtedly from what heâs said about gojo and as much as suguru finds your defensiveness for him weird â he hates seeing you upset just as much. âhey, how about we go pay for your dressâŠâ he calls your name and you tilt your head up just a touch, giving your brother your attention unwillingly. âand since weâre here at the shopping centre, we might as well get dinner. my treat? iâll get you some of your favourites. perhaps boba and weâll stop by the stuffed animal store on the way outââ suguru trails off to see if youâve taken his snare and got stuck in his trap, he knows you canât resist being spoiled at the end of the day.Â
you nod faster than your pretty little head can catch up. âsounds like a plan, sugu!âÂ
âi knew youâd say yes,â he snickers proudly, petting your head softly for the second time that late afternoon. then, geto carefully nudges you back into the changing room, patiently waiting for you to remove the dress so he can pay for it while you switch clothes. âi think you made a good choice today. with the dress,â he adds, drawing the curtains for you kindly. âwho knows, maybe satoru will even take his head out of his ass to pay you a compliment, admire the colour. heâll like it for sure.âÂ
you flinch behind the curtains when they close, trying to keep your voice even. âi-i canât say iâm hoping for it!â to which suguru laughs heartily, accepting the dress as you chuck it out to him.Â
but what youâre really hoping for, is for him to not connect the dots.Â
to not find out about yourself and gojo until youâre ready for him too.
the first rule of a situationship, is to never answer the phone after the first ring. that's rule number one for satoru gojo.
it gives the girl the impression that youâre interested in something more than just fooling around, that you want more than the benefits of a relationship while sticking to the talking stage.
but gojo has never been one to follow the rules, not even ones he sets for himselfâŠbecause when you call, he answers in a heartbeat â just to hear your sweet little voice relaying his name over your tongue and the way you giggle like a darling when he compliments you.Â
satoru gojo likes you a lot more than he lets on, he misses you even more so. thatâs why he answers on the first ring, practically kicking his feet in his king sized bed â he hasnât heard you say his name since the night you kicked him out, and for good reasons too.Â
hiding his presence from suguru.Â
âhi âtoru.â
âhi gorgeous,â you can practically hear your loverâs smile through the crackling static over the line. âmissed you,â gojo slurs lightly, of course, is high by no means other than sukunaâs supply of the good stuff â inhaling it leisurely through a nicely rolled joint while he listens to you call out for him. your voice is so inviting⊠so angelic⊠and if satoru shuts his pretty eyes and tries hard enough, he can just about imagine the way youâd sigh for him as his fingers slip right inside of your sweet little pussyâ
âi almost told sugu about us today.âÂ
that makes satoru jump upright, choking on a deep inhale of cannabis tainted smoke. his lungs ache from trying to recover and the pain spreads to his toned thighs when heâs realised that heâs dropped the roll up in shock, the lit end burning through the grey sweatpants he wears. âfuck. shit⊠that hurts. idiot.â the silver haired man curses to himself, forgetting youâre still on the line.
âwho me?â you simper a little on the sad side, seemingly shifting in your own bed.
satoru instantly picks up on the pouty twinge to your voice and if he hadnât been burning to death (dramatic much?) he knows that his cock would have twitched to life between his legs at the dulcet sound. âfuck baby, no not you,â he says, words rushing from his mouth as he reassures you. âwhy would you tell him? did he figure us out?â
you hesitate with your next words. âw-well, umâŠnot exactlyâŠâ
âcome on baby, you can say it. sâjust me, satoru,â gojo goads you with a condescending echo to each of his words, not putting too much pressure on your sweet and empty little head. âdonât think too much. just be good and tell me.âÂ
while he waits, the man fumbles his way out of bed and stands â somehow managing to tuck his splif between slightly chapped and pale pink lips. he tugs off his shirt, suddenly feeling too hot under the collar, and stalks his way over to his large, wide windows â looking down onto the bustling city below.Â
itâs kind of funny, how noisy it is down there, creating almost as much of a ruckus as the racing thoughts in satoruâs brain.Â
âi wanted to tell himâŠbecause suguru doesnât think that you deserve me.â you finally say, submissively telling gojo whatâs on your mind. it hurts like a bitch to hear, it stings at every unresolved trauma and open wound that he has â not because itâs a lie, but because gojo doesnât want to accept that reality.Â
a reality where he canât have you, because he could never be someone who meets his best friendâs standards and expectations for you.Â
be someone that you deserve.Â
gojo exhales the smoke through his nose, letting it sting at his nostrils while he decays from the inside out. if this were any other drug heâd have smokers lungs by age twenty-seven. âwell ainât that the truth.â he mumbles, grim.Â
ânow satoru, why would you say that?â you sound like youâre about to cry.
âbecause, itâs not far off is it?â gojo really doesnât mean to snap. after all, he is high, and this topic could have him spiralling into a really bad trip â but itâs not your fault that you love him, that you want him so bad youâd deny all of your brotherâs wishes. thatâs on him â he made you that way, and these are simply the consequences of his own action. âfuck⊠baby. sweetheart, you know you shouldnât even be with me,â he starts, tucking his blunt between two fingers while running the same hand through his moonlight-kissed hair. âiâm way older than you, iâm hardly ever serious about you when i should be like you wantâŠand hell, your brother sure as fuck doesnât want me near you. you deserve better, and thatâs the truth.âÂ
he hates saying all that shit to you, projecting his insecurities and inability to properly love someone onto the girl he lovesâŠbut gojo does it anyway, as if he canât control the acid in his stomach â throwing it up everywhere or otherwise itâll burn him from the inside out.Â
âbut i donât want betterâŠi want you.â comes your quiet sob, so tiny and pathetic. satoru resents himself for making you that way â pale white lashes fluttering shut and locking away his murky ocean blue eyes. he tries to picture you happier, instead of crying over the call like you are right now.Â
âi want⊠i want you too.âÂ
âthenâŠthen letâs tell him! together! heâs my brother⊠and youâre his best best friend. he might understand, if you prove to him that this is what you want. that iâm what you want.â you're perkier when you speak again, and satoru (still high as a kite) wonders if heâd said that just to appease you or if he really meant it.Â
a drunk manâs words are a sober manâs thoughts.Â
except gojo isnât drunk.Â
he will admit, heâs pictured the day where you both come clean to the older geto sibling almost a million times. in his mind, satoruâs seen every reaction and emotion possible play out of his best friendâs face â heâs seen them in real life too. yet, the only prevalent expression on suguru getoâs face when anyone ever spoke of you in a nasty manner.. was red hot rage.Â
suguru would become another man, one who wasnât afraid of murder, whenever it came down to you. countless individuals over the years had tried and failed at winning your favour from suguru â as if you were a princess in a castle. each one of them would regret trying for the rest of their lives.Â
and each time you remained none the wiser to how bad suguru really was and the lengths heâd go to keep you his innocent little sister.Â
gojo didnât want that for himself, to face the wrath of his best friend.Â
but maybe he could try to withstand it, for you.Â
the girl he might actually love, after all.Â
âwe can tryâŠiâll try for you.â he mutters quietly over the line after sometime. satoru sounds neither hopeful or hopeless, but either way it does the trick for you. you laugh for him, airily and bubbly, it makes the man smile around the blunt resting between his rows of perfect teeth. your happiness is enough to be his happiness.Â
he wished he allowed himself to feel that way about you more.Â
âand i for you, âtoru. weâll be together openly someday.â you gush.Â
the two of you chat for a little while longer until you adorably fall asleep on gojo and his blunt finally endsâŠbut by the end of it, he canât help but get this sinking feeling. where anxiety fills the cavity in satoruâs chest and drowns his optimistic heart in worry â slowing down its steady beat.
things wonât be as happy as he wants them to be.Â
and he doesnât quite have the heart or guts to tell you that.Â
satoru gojo has always been afraid of love.Â
itâs not an emotion that comes easy to him â like the second nature of most human beings. thereâs no innate need to love someone for satoru, thereâs no urge to be tender or to hold someone in high regard because of the way he feels about them. love is not something thatâs bound to his DNA or feeling heâs known since his very conception. or perhaps it was the environment in which he was raised, the way that his father was never home and his mother was always crying â her choked sobs only increasing in severity when she cast her gaze upon her only child.Â
that white hair and those blue eyes reminded her way too much of the man who couldnât love her back.Â
perhaps thatâs why heâs afraid to open up his heart, bordering up with layers of concrete and brick to protect it from the harsh reality of the world. the organ beats, it pumps blood around his body and keeps satoru alive â but it doesnât carry an ounce of love. itâs as if heâs incapable. all he feels is resentment, towards his father and towards his mother â towards the people who did nothing but try to show him that he was worthy of warmth and intimacy.Â
he hates them because he doesnât deserve it. satoru is nothing but a cold husk of a human being, a shell long since abandoned by its owner or inhabitant. thereâs nothing to care for behind the walls of human flesh and tissue, no open heart to hold between oneâs fingers with the promise of keeping it safe. satoru gojo doesnât love because heâs afraid and it makes him feel like he canât.Â
the people who love you always leave. to gojo, thatâs a proven fact. his memories tied the emotion are never fond â his mother left him for a better life and better family with another man. his father left him for the company and late nights at work, a glass of brandy in his right hand. all satoru knew growing up was the cold, empty silence of his childhood home that should have been filled with happiness, laughter and warmth.Â
the people who love you are supposed to come back. for gojo, no one ever did. no one cradled him when he cried, no one held his hand through the scariest moments of his life. no one came back for him.Â
how could a man like that ever learn to love someone outside of himself?Â
how could a man like him make anyone happy?Â
satoru thinks that he would be a miserable addition to anyoneâs life, a thick smog that hides the brightness from the world and blocks out any sunshine. no one around him deserves to be happy, itâs why he so selfishly and recklessly tears them apart in front of the media or acts rebellious to tarnish his familyâs infamous reputation. his actions have no consequences, he hurts no one he loves because he loves no one.Â
no one except forâŠÂ
âmaster satoru,â the matured voice of his personal driver interrupts the deep pool of thoughts gojo drowns in. âwe may be slightly late for dinner with the getos. with your permission, perhaps i can make a detour? itâs not the safest route in town but it would get us there fasterââÂ
no one except for you.
satoru sits up straight in the back seat of his expensive, sleek black car as if heâs been hit with the realisation that you exist. that youâre still here and still made to be loved. the man doesnât believe in soulmates, or red strings of fate or happily ever afterâs, yet â in the short two years that heâs been fooling around with you, satoru has somehow managed to fall deeply and irrevocably in love with you.Â
by all means, it doesnât show â hell, you probably donât even know how satoru really feels about you. heâs terrible at being genuine and hides behind a porcelain mask that only shows you the worst parts of him, that the entire world takes pleasure in seeingâŠbut itâs true. he loves you. against all odds, the very feeling has managed to take root in the white haired rich boyâs chest, like the smallest flower blooming in the harshest of tundras. thereâs something satoru didnât know, that love has resistance, and no matter how hard he tries to act like he doesnât â it will always find a way to thrive.
satoru might love you so much it makes him physically sick â one look at you and heâs rendered weak in the knees and short of breath. youâve got a smile full of sunshine that warms satoru even with the bone chilling air outside. your eyes are enticing, deep pools of chocolate and hazel notes that drag him in like a fish on a line. your lashes are always soft against his skin, long enough to rival his even though you comment about how much you adore his every time youâre together.Â
youâve got the man under a fucking spell and heâs not sure he ever wants it to be broken. at first, you were just something sweet to snack on, someone that gojo couldnât have which only made him want you more. youâd be his pet â nothing more. heâd keep you at arms length until he was bored and could toss you away. however, over time, gojoâs want grew to love and even now, youâve no clue how much you affect him, he regrets not showing that to you more.
he still treats you like youâre a child, a naive little thing because heâs terrified of opening up to you, frightened by the mere thought of you running for the high hills once you see what the man who loves you is really like.Â
satoru takes to adjusting his tie as the car switches lanes into a less polluted route â avoiding the evening traffic so that he can get to the destination faster. for some reason, anxiety spikes gojoâs blood stream with nervous hormones clinging to each red cell. the car becomes too enclosed, too compacted and the dark night outside doesnât help him much either â itâs as if heâs lost in the void of space trapped with his own feelings.Â
his tongue darts out to wet the seal of his pink lips and his twitching fingers pull at the stupid necktie his PA had picked out for him tonight. thereâs one thing that heâs forgetting, one thing thatâs worse than loving you â a guilt that sneaks up on gojo when heâs truly alone with his riveting thoughts.
the man lets out a shuddering breath. âfuck. me.â he says quietly, the two words colourful on his tongue.
thereâs suguru too.
and the betrayal heâll feel when he finally realises that satoru gojo is fucking his little sister.
gojo loves getou. though itâs a different kind of love in comparison to what he wants to share with you. itâs brotherly. friendly. and it goes back years beyond the situationship the white haired man has trapped you in. it would absolutely kill your brother if he ever found out, ruining the supposedly unbreakable bond theyâve developed over the time that theyâve known each other.Â
a flash of pain flashes across gojoâs chest as if heâs been slashed with a knife â he grips the car handle tight, his knuckles turning white with how forceful his grip is. you and suguru are all that he has. the only family who ever truly cared for him and treated him like their own. of course his selfish actions and self-centred mindset would find a way to come between you both. he would be sure to kill the delicate sibling bond you have, satoru is an asshole like that.
itâs why he can never tell suguru about the fooling around youâve done over the last two years â he would lose his one and only best friend. in the same breath, he could lose you too. youâre a smart girl, youâll learn to leave him eventually and spread your own wings with pride.
the both of you were better off without him.Â
satoru was nothing but a chaotic storm that left nothing but wreck and destruction in its wake. it was an absolute guarantee that he would tear the two of you apart, create more than surface level crack in the crust of the world you two have created together. heâs just no good, nothing good ever comes of him.Â
but the love he has for you, building in slow stacks between the gaps in his rib cage, is addictive â much like that buzz from weed or the stale taste of a cigarette on his tongue. heâll never have enough of you, and that very fact is what makes satoru gojo the most vile human heâs ever known.Â
heâd rather die than give you up. rather tear you apart from your brother than let you go.
the admission to himself makes the play boyâs stomach turn and twist wrongly, the air in his lungs turning bitter and clogging up his throat. gojoâs hand slams against the door of his car, fumbling to wind down the window and feel the cool bite of cold against his skin.Â
âp-pull over,â satoru whispers, more so to himself in the back of the vehicle than to anyone else. his nails dig into the rough skin on his palms, and the blood rushes through his ears â louder and louder. painfully so.Â
the driver looks to his master in the rear view mirror â concern sketched upon his features. âbut master satoru, weâre just a few minutes awayââÂ
âi said, fucking pull over!â gojo damn near screams in reply, throwing a piercing blue gaze at his poor driver. his head throbs heavily with guilt so by the time the car comes to a screeching halt, satoruâs close to throwing up on the sidewalk. âs-shit.â
the bile tastes like soured guilt in his mouth â but nothing comes. heâs sure he looks like a fool, half hanging out of his mercedes, pale as the silvering moon with the indication that heâs going to be sick.Â
âsatoru,â his driver speaks to him tenderly, like a loving father would to his child. a comfort gojo never had the luxury of. âitâs not too late to go back home, i can have one of the maids ring suguru to let him know you wonât be in attendance. you donât look your best.âÂ
the white haired manâs ragged breaths as he stands hands on knees in the middle of the road accompany the late night ambience â rushing cars and sirens, heels clattering against concrete pavement and groups of people laughing away. the sounds ring loud in his ear, overloading gojo and his guilty conscience until thereâs a warm hand on his shoulder.Â
his driver, reassuring him once again.Â
âitâs okay, satoru. just breathe.âÂ
the statement somehow brings him back to present day, along with a heavy breath of frosty air. his driver rubs his back in smooth circles until satoru is able to stand to his full height â less queasy looking than he was before.Â
âiâd like to go,â he clears his throat, replacing his woozy expression with his signature bright eyed, sparkly-white toothy grin. âi made a promise, to the people i love.âÂ
with a firm nod and gentle smile, satoruâs driver gives his employer one last firm pat on the back before returning to his position behind the wheel â ready to make the rest of the commute to the restaurant.Â
it takes a moment for satoru to slip back into the car â and during that time, he reflects. he may be selfish, he may be an asshole, he may be sick and twisted right down to the core. but at the centre of all that, is his compassionate love for you and he would do anything to prove it.Â
even if it means losing it all, just to be with you in the way youâve always wanted.
satoru gojo is not as brave as he thought.Â
the rest of his car ride to the restaurant is uneventful â aside from the silver haired playboyâs random musings. the pep talk he gives to himself while tugging at the tight loop of his neck tie. everything will be okay.
itâs just dinner with you, and dinner with the getos. an event that heâs attended dozens of times over the years because suguru is his best friend and your parents love him.Â
except this isnât just dinner.Â
this is make or break.Â
should he choose to make things official with you, it would shatter the very foundation of his relationship with suguru. the same if satoru chooses to ignore what youâre asking of him.Â
the nerves unload on satoru as he jogs up the smooth marbled steps at the forefront of the restaurant â hesitating when the concierge on duty holds open the mahogany framed and glass panelled door. he canât bring himself to go inside and face the consequences of his own actions over the last two years.Â
just as he spins on his heels to run away, chelsea boots clicking against with every step â the sky starts to rumble and unleashes its heavenly tears upon the land below. rain.
gojoâs car has long since vacated the fancy premises â leaving him with no true escape home. he could just call a cab, call his driver, but duty and respect for his family away from family, for you, roots him to his spot outside of the restaurant.Â
he spends the next twenty minutes with a rolled up joint between his ever glossy, plush pink lips.
the weed does nothing to mollify gale force winds and torrential downpour set heavy over gojoâs mind. his entire body is tense with apprehension, spreading cold from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. the weather itself causes gojoâs fingers to go stiff as he inhales the addictive fumes, a burnt amber crowning the other end of his blunt.
âsince when did you smoke, satoru?â
satoru coughs and the smoke goes down wrong, he looks up at his intruder with bleary eyes that soften once his gaze lands. âstarted two years ago,â he says to suguru as his smile turns wistful. âcouldnât find a real reason to quit.âÂ
the reality of his words are masked by the sound of heavy rain hitting the ground, the tops of cars and the restaurantâs outer steps. itâs you, that satoru canât seem to quit.Â
if he dares to stop, heâll go mad with withdrawals and a nicotine patch wonât fix him.Â
âyou really should stop getting addicted to the things that are bad for you.â suguru scolds his best friend, sidling up beside him.Â
like you, his sister?Â
satoru doesnât deserve the aura of his warmth as they stand with one another. âyeah? no shit.âÂ
the younger of the pair holds his hand out for the joint, which gojo passes easily. the city bustle fills up the silence between them â occupying every particle of air that buzzes with kinetic energy in that very same space. silences shared between gojo and geto were not uncommon, they were the type of friends who could communicate a million words to one another in a blink of an eye. but tonightâs soundlessness feels tense, thick with an uncomfortable awkwardness that neither of them know the source of.Â
be that as it may, satoru has always been able to mask his true feelings from the world and so he turns to his old friend slyly, giving him a casual punch to the shoulder while they smoke their worries away.Â
âwhatâs got you so wound up, suguru?â satoru asks, playing coy and covering up.Â
beady, blackened and tired eyes settle on his taller frame â trying to read the small print that codes each and every one of satoru gojoâs actions and behaviours. to the untrained eye (or anyone who hadnât been practically raised by his side) gojoâs being his normal and cocky, maybe even obnoxious, self. though, to suguru â a man whoâs been beside gojo through it all⊠thereâs something missing.Â
a puzzle piece that doesnât quite fit.
suguru plays along, moving his chess piece along the board of the game satoru is playing. heâll figure it out eventually.Â
letting out a puff of glacier grey fumes â the older geto sibling shrugs and taps the ashes onto the floor. narrowly missing gojoâs expensive patent boots.
âsheâs grown up so fast,â he admits slowly, with a husky chuckle â probably from the smoke. âiâm scared she wonât need me anymore.â suguruâs voice is usually so full of endearment and pride when he speaks of you but this time, all dazzling and pure emotion seems to be lost on him.Â
the very notion scares satoru.Â
he swipes the splif back to relieve the queasy feeling stirring deep in his gut once again. âshe can take care of herself.â gojo mutters, coolly.
âi know that.â suguru replies, smoothly and icily. âbut if she doesnât need me anymore, she wonât listen to me anymore. thereâll be no one to warn her of the people whoâll take advantage of that. her ability to care for herself. i set a high standard for her, i donât want anyone to claim they can do a better job than me.â
your brother is protective above all things, heâd rather kill a man than let you get hurt. satoru finds the sentiment both admirable and terrifying all at once.Â
âyouâve done enough, man, how about you let her go?â
suguru turns snarky in response, teeth bared like a wild animal protecting its young. âmaybe youâll never understand the fickle connections of loveâŠbut adopted or not she is my little sister.â he asserts, glaring daggers into satoruâs skull as he smokes with a hand covering his mouth nonchalantly. hiding the quiver of his lip that shows how much he cares about this. about possibly screwing your life up. âiâd rip the heavens apart for her if she asked, i love her that much. i often wonder if any person would do the same for her.â
little does suguru knowâŠsatoru would do the absolute same for you and more. he would kill, he would die, he would destroy all for you. until he was bloody and raw. anything it took for you to keep on smiling up at him like that, he would do. and suguru would never know, because heâd end the world if he knew it was satoru that had defiled you.Â
satoru is such a coward.Â
neither of the men most important in your life speak after that, though, they continue sharing the joint until itâs nothing but burt orange ashes and fumes laying across their minds. the concierge does butt in at some point, kindly (and with a tight lipped smile) pointing out that the restaurant is three michelin stars and that smoking isnât preferred.Â
satoru hates rules, so he spits on the steps and chucks the blunt to the floor â stomping it out.
suguru only chuckles at his best friendâs antics, smacking him upside the head as he jogs up to the grand entrance â gojoâs hands in his pockets, his once crisp tuxedo messy with burnt ash and rain water. gojo stops just shy at of the sleek, pearlescent moulded handles and throws his mop of silver hair back over his shoulder.
âare we doing this thing or what, suguru?â
they share a familiar, all knowing smile.Â
âyeah, satoru. letâs do this.âÂ
without even knowing, that everything is about to change.
youâve always been a little nervous, especially without a grounding presence beside you.
for many years⊠your brother, suguru, was that presence. he knew all the best ways to keep you calm â like that little tune he taught you to tap onto your desk during quiet exam hauls, or that method of breathing so your lungs were so full of air and you stopped holding it before public speaking. suguru always knew best.Â
but nowadays, you donât find yourself seeking serenity in him. as if you were at a crossroads, your head always turns in the direction of someone you love with almost every corner of your heart. that someone being satoru. he may use you, he may fuck you and fling you to the side when heâs done but he grounds you. even when he isnât trying to. in the subtle way that he toys with the beads braided into the ends of your hair while you sleep over at his place, or grabs at your waist in public spaces so that you donât get lost or bullied by paparazzi. in the way that gojo makes you breakfast after bruising you and breaking your back beyond belief the night before â just to make it up to you.
satoru cares, even if it doesnât look like it, he does.
and it almost makes you sick to your stomach â the thought of you craving his attention to that level.
your dainty fingers and blush-tone acrylic nails toy with the heavy pendant draped around your neck â the one that suguru gifted you. he had told you it shines under every light at every angle possible and youâre sure with the crystal chandeliers above, itâs blinding.Â
âstop that,â your mother scolds you warmly, in her own charming way of easing your nerves. âyouâll break that big expensive gift from your brother.â you cast a glance upwards from its fixation on the pearl white tablecloths and glinting silver table settings to focus on your parents. as per usual, your father is too engrossed in reading every detail of the menu to notice your discomfort and nerves, while your mother canât seem to look away. reading you to filth, much like suguru does.Â
her efforts do nothing to help calm you down.Â
your hand shifts, taking to twirling the cutlery instead. she sighs, and you shrink in on yourself â trying to take up as little space as possible. ââm sorry,â comes your hushed little bleat.
ânever you mind.â she comments, giving you a once over before digging through her purse for a napkin â no doubt to dab at the corner of your mouth like a mother usually does. âi donât know why youâre so skittish. your exams are over and youâve graduated! tonight is about celebrating you! itâs just your brother, his friend, and us.âÂ
thatâs just it. itâs your brother and his friend. neither of them are aware of what might go down tonight.Â
you wished you hadnât told satoru that you want his commitment â maybe then you wouldnât be scared shitless in a tight dress at an upscale restaurant downtown. maybe then you wouldnât be dreading satoruâs decision or suguruâs reaction to that decision.Â
you only wished you werenât so selfish, to crave love from more than one person in two completely different ways.Â
the love from your brother should be enough, heâs only gone and done so much for you.Â
but it isnât. and that makes you feel sick.Â
you want to be loved in the way that plays out in movies. where the guy chases the girl through an airport just to confess how much he needs her. or stands in the thunderous rain to tell her how sorry he is.Â
you want that from satoru. deep down, you know he wants it too.Â
the only thing that stands in your way is the affection that radiates so strongly off of your brother â like an umbrella protecting you from heavenâs downpours.Â
itâs been almost twenty minutes since your brother left his seat at your side to retrieve satoru fromâŠwell, wherever he is â like a stray cat picked up by a caring and kind-hearted stranger. you donât know howâll act when you see them together, side by side but you do know that ever second ticks by has you angstier and angstier.Â
the waiter has come by at least four times, asking if youâre ready to order, ready for drinks, ready to be served. âno,â you mumble politely on his fifth return â anxious to the point where your grip on your sterling silver fork has your knuckles turning white. âweâre waiting for two others, weâre waiting forââ
âthere you two are! we were starting to think the wind had swept you up!â your mother coos as she always does whenever she sets her sights on her favourite two boys. she stands, immediately moving to wrap her arms around suguruâs taller, broad frame as if she hasnât seen him in a millennia. âsuguru! you had your poor family worried sick.âÂ
your father doesnât look up from the menu and youâre sure that you look a frazzled mess â but all your brother does is offer up his signature, delightful closed-eye smile, squeezing your mother back in reply. âsorry, ma. i got caught up with looking for this one.â he says warmly, jabbing a thumb into satoruâs side.Â
satoru hasnât looked away from you since heâd arrived at the table. his gaze even follows you as you stand.
he canât help it, youâre beautiful.Â
the dress that you wear hugs every dip and curve of your body, the satin material of your corset and tulle of your skirt in a shade of baby blue to rival his eyes contrasting perfectly against your deep skin. youâve done your hair in the way that he likes, curled the ends of your braids with loose ones framing the roundness of your youthful face. if you were the last thing satoru gojo ever saw, surrounded by angelic light, he would be happy. he would be content.Â
for you, satoru looks like a god amongst mankind. even though his clothes are askew and lightly washed with rain, heâs still perfect to you. pearlescent droplets coat is luxurious white lashes as they flutter against his pale ivory cheeks. his air, all the same, is pushed back from his forehead â exposing those dreamy eyes to you. they hold so much love, interwoven between each greyish-navy fleck dotted against his pupils. love that is all saved up for you.
a bright and angelic grin breaks out across your hot chocolate fenty glossed lips â almost blinding to the regular man but the most beautiful thing to satoru. the waiter prompts you, asking if youâre ready to order once more, to which you respond without looking âyes, thank you.â in a breathy, wispy tone.
jumping between both yours and gojoâs line of sight, your mother pops the bubble that youâre both in. âsatoru gojo! is that you?â she squeals with a fond tone. âwhy do you look so skinny? have you been eating properly?â
your lover squirms like a child being picked apart as your mother reaches up to pinch his cheeks.Â
âleave the boy alone, dear, iâm sure heâs been eating just fine.â comes your dadâs uninterested quip. âsatoru my boy, how have you been?âÂ
you sink back into your seat patiently while satoru greets your parents â the charm rolling off of him in radiating heat waves. âiâve been eating ma, though i think youâd have a fit if you saw what i was eating,â he kisses your motherâs cheek softly while she laughs so hard you think she might pop, and sets a firm hand on your fatherâs shoulder. âiâm good old man, thanks for askinâ! hope youâre cutting back on the liquor.âÂ
âoh son, you know i donât do any of that anymore!â
satoru scoffs kittenishly, gesturing between your dad and himself. âyeah, and iâve stopped being the family disappointment!â
your parents love satoru. you can tell by the way they helplessly fall for his bravado and charisma. heâs magnetising â itâs hard not to fall for satoru in all of the ways possible to mankind. if he wasnât so afraid of taking you seriously, you canât help but think that heâd fit right into your family unit of four. it would be perfect, he would be perfectâŠas your boyfriend. your man. always by your side without hiding in and calling for you from the shadows.Â
if only you werenât such a coward.Â
if only he werenât so afraid.
if onlyâŠ
suguru clears his throat in faux annoyance, pushing his best friend down by his wide-spanning into an unoccupied seat at the round table so that heâll stop making a scene â despite how cheery it is. âbehave yourself satoru! at least until i order the drinks.â your brother laughs, ruffling the moonlight locs on gojoâs head. he turns to you, face so bright and full of love. âany preferences, little sister?â
âmoscato!â you nod without hesitation. you like things on the sweeter side.
âi knew youâd say that,â suguru affirms, taking his leave from the table. âiâll see if the staff have anything special for you in the back.â
if only suguru wasnât your older brother.Â
maybe then you wouldnât feel such nauseating levels of guilt as gojo swaps chairs to be one closer to you. maybe then you wouldnât have to keep your face plain and your body rigid as familiar, pale and slender fingers danced up the inner thigh of your dress â beneath the cupcake skirt, to settle comfortingly and dangerously on itâs apex. maybe then you wouldnât have to try so hard to control yourself around satoru and especially in front of your parents â who have taken to digging through the fancy menu together while the buzz of the table dies down in suguruâs absence.
youâre so nervous that you fear someone might hear the loud thump of your heart against its cage and the blood rushing through your ears â you donât even want to look at satoru because you know that with how close he is, youâll fall apart the minute that you do.
but then he squeezes your thigh, in a tender and affectionate gesture â tracing a heart over the blistering hot patch of your beautiful brown skin just to calm you down. because satoru gojo knows you like no other man. better than anyone, better than your brother even.
âyou lookâŠâ he starts, his usually husky voice barely above a whisper. the words coagulate in his throat â held back by tethers of spinelessness and debilitating fear. âyouâre stunning, sweetheart.â gojo compliments you quietly, the sweet string of words nipping at your ears softly â his long, lavish lashes tickling at the crown of your head from how close heâs gotten by leaning down.
if you turn your head now, you might even kiss him and every fibre of your being prickles with anticipation â desperate to do so. âyouâre not so bad yourself, satoru.âÂ
his laugh fills your lower tummy with warmth. your heart rate picks up too.
âi mean it,â gojo reiterates. heâs desperate for you to look at him, for you to touch him. instead you bury your nose in an Ă la cart menu that youâre not even truly reading because the circumstances donât allow for kissing, and holding and touching. not until satoru grows a pair and tells suguru the truth about your relationship and his feelings for you. âiâve never seen anyone more beautiful.â
you can feel the heat from his breath coast across the surface of your cheek like a condensed mist over the warmed layer of seawater. it caresses you softly, sending shivers down your spine. âyou look rather handsome too, satoru.â you joke, poking the hungry bear in its den by tilting your head ever so slightly in his direction.Â
he smiles like he always does right before he kisses you, slow and sexy, but the sweet moment is interrupted by the sound of heavy glass borderline slammed on the table â right into the crevice between yourself and gojo.Â
you dart apart, hearts racing and mind frazzled, only to find that suguru has returned with the wine he requested specifically for you. his face is hard set when you look up at him, his obsidian eyes darkened with suspicion and fear strikes you in the chest â he knows something, he suspects even more.
âsugu what are youâ!â
your older brother lifts his chin with narrowed, cat like eyes. âi want to make a toast.â he announces, slicing through your words with a butcher's knife so sharp it makes both you and gojo squirm uncontrollably. like children being scolded for breaking the rules.
both of your parents put down their menus, excited, happy to be with the children they raised (including gojo) â they mistake your brotherâs interruption for enthusiasm to celebrate your achievements.Â
âsuguru, weâve hardly ordered anything!âÂ
âitâs never too late to start the festivities, ma.â he responds with a sly tone and slips into gojoâs previously empty seat to open the bottle of pink moscato. the cork popping makes you jump skittishly, and gojoâs hand slips away from your thigh underneath the table.Â
the loss of his touch reminds you that as long as your brother is around, youâll never be anything more than a little secret to satoru.
liquid gold in the shade of dusted rose pink is passed around the table in crystal glasses â raised in honour of you. suguru says your name, the bulk of his voice full of pride.
âa toast to you, my little sister.âÂ
you smile, tight lipped but warm â the guilt rushing back you.Â
but then gojoâs hand returns to the apex of your thigh, smoothing over the skin under your dress to calm you down once more.
âand everything that you have achieved. congrats on graduating, squirt.â satoru finishes suguruâs toast lovingly, approved by your parents who break out into a round of applause before flagging down a waiter to get the real celebrations underway. they tell you to order whatever you would like, but you take to downing the crisp, sweet flavours of your wine first.
you chug the beverage like itâs cheaply made beer from the college parties youâd been to â the ones satoru stopped you from going to, the ones that you avoided out of loyalty to him where you sought out the commitment he wasnât ready to give you, a light buzz simmers over your brain, dulling down your high-alert senses and you hope that the alcohol makes you feel anything but present in the moment so that you miss the tense look that gojo and geto share beside you.Â
suguru is politely seething and satoru is playing pretend â acting as if thereâs nothing wrong or nothing between you. your lover swirls his wine around in his glass, the pink tinted elixir sloshing over its edges before he takes a casual slip, ignoring your brotherâs obvious dissatisfaction with satoruâs little addition to his toast.
âsatoru.â
you gulp and fixate your gaze on other happenings deeper into the restaurant. your parents make their order. satoru squeezes your thigh once more.
âsuguru.âÂ
could this be it? the moment that gojo tells the truth and the moment that your eldest sibling accepts what you have with his best friend? you twitch in your seat as the confrontation brews and the thunder of their clashing personalities and morals begin to strike. all suguru has to do is ask if he suspects something, and all satoru has to do is confirm the truth. say that he loves you, that youâre his girlfriend while your brother accepts it and is happy for you.Â
you wish. that would be an ideal world.Â
âyouâre in my seat, satoru,â is what geto settles on, the crescendo of their confrontation falling flat â missing a key note. âyouâre sitting next to my sister. i was supposed to sit there.â
âreally?â all satoru does is grin, and if you looked close enough, you could see the mischief dancing between the navy flecks in his stunning eyes.Â
the waiter comes to take yours, your brotherâs and your loverâs orders (after tending to your parents for most of the interaction) â not giving suguru any time to protest his best friendâs faux confusion.
gojo takes to swirling his moscato once more â daring to look your brother in his eye over the rim of his crystal glass.Â
âi hadnât even noticed.âÂ
the rest of the actual dinner seems to go smoothly after that.
your boys tone down their bickering in favour for scaring down tiny Michelin star starters â micro herbs and all. theyâre still so childish, even as they sit either side of you, picking from one anotherâs plates in the same way that they did back when you were kids. you find yourself relaxing as the night progresses too â maybe this isnât so bad and things could work out between the three of you. suguru and satoru have been joined at the hip for as long as you can remember, a girl (one that they both knew), let alone suguruâs sister wouldnât come between the bond that they had.Â
by the time the main dishes are served, you have enough alcohol in your system to feel nothing but a pleasant buzz in place of the nerves that once contaminated your bloodstream. you had nothing to be worried about, everyone was getting along, laughing and smiling while your parents indulged the three of you in drunken repeats of famed moments from your childhood.Â
you do your best to listen in, though the story about how suguru and satoru pulled out one of your wobbly teeth in third grade is one that youâve heard too many times to count. itâs sweet though, that your parents are able to reminisce like this while youâre all togetherâŠespecially since suguru works long hours so far from home and youâll be off to a new city by the time the month ends.Â
even just having satoru there makes the night feel complete. thereâs so much love to go around.Â
there would be even more love if suguru knew about how you and satoru truly felt for one another.Â
youâre only sucked back into the bustling conversation when geto pinches your side â jutting his head in the direction of your mother so that you can give your attention to her next story. âoh honey!â she coos and you cringe, chugging back your latest glass of wine in order to prepare yourself for whatever embarrassment is about to come next. âdo you remember when your poor brother threw his white laundry in with those cute red undies you brought â suguru was wearing pink for months!âÂ
the whole table bursts into obnoxious laughter, and you sink down into your seat.Â
âmom! oh my god!âÂ
âi remember that,â your brother comments casually, gaze slinking over to his best friend in amusement. âsatoru wouldnât let me hear the end of it, told me i looked like a barbie doll. what were you even doing with underwear like that anyways.âÂ
âsugu, not you too!â
ânow i remember the pink shirts but⊠the underwear? i would have loved to see the culprit.â safely says with a voice as sultry as it is silky smooth â sending a jolt of electricity down your spine until it fizzles out at your tailbone. he gets scolded by your parents (more so by mom) and earns himself a harmless glare from geto whoâs been loosened up by alcohol but from you â youâre furiously humiliated.Â
under the table, you lift a foot to stamp down hard on his own with your heel, but gojo is quick to react â instead dragging his foot up the length of your calf, inciting you to join him in an enticing game of footsie.
you slam your hands down on the table in surprise causing everyone to look your way before you sheepishly wave them off. âstop it, gojo.â you snarl through the cage of your gritted teeth.Â
he clicks his tongue, delighted by how flustered you are. âiâm not doing anything, pretty girl,â he purrs shallowly into your ear. âcâmon now, pay attention to the story.âÂ
âit was a frilly little thing, far too inappropriate for someone her age.â your dad chimes in and gojo nods â lifting his foot higher and higher until youâre shuddering all over. you donât even think to stop him.Â
âmom, dad. please stop before i end it all.â you struggle to place your words in the correct order, distracted by gojoâs touch. you place your hands under your thighs, keen on controlling your squirming as they squish together ever so slightly. you just know that satoru is enjoying this and if you looked at him youâd see satisfaction evident all over his stupidly handsome face. he likes knowing how much of an effect he has on you, that itâs easy to make you writhe all for him.Â
âsorry sweetheart, but they really were cute! i know you were just trying out new things. starting to act mature for your age.âÂ
satoru chimes in again, leaning in a little closer so that his breath just tickles the shell of your ear. âbet they looked even cuter on her.âÂ
squeaking in embarrassment, you kick your chair back until it screeches loudly across the floor in a weak attempt to put some distance between yourself and the man whoâs practically torturing you. of course, your escape plan doesnât work, because satoru keeps a strong grip on the bottom of your seat â dragging it forward, back under the table, and closer to him, that same hand now resting on the wooden frame beneath your locked knees.Â
coughing to cut up the tension growing between the two of you, suguru cuts in. ânot as cute as her diaper phase!â from there, everyone is distracted by gushing over even more embarrassing childhood memories of you as a baby. obviously, leading to some tears from your parentsâ end â youâve grown so much, come so far. itâs only natural that theyâd be emotional on a night like this, one meant to celebrate your achievements.
what isnât natural, is the fact that youâre three seconds away from jumping satoru gojoâs bones right in front of them.Â
god, he drives you fucking insane. just from messing with you under expensive linen tablecloths too â his thumbs brush over your knees, your feet tangled together and if he leans over you anymore you might just turn your head and kiss him.Â
you fight that urge to do so by grasping at the cool silver pendant around your neck â tapping your acrylic jelly nails against the fat sapphire gem at its centre. the jewellery feels like ice against the temperate surface of your skin, a dirty need starting to bubble and brew beneath it hotly. one that can only be satisfied by satoru gojo.Â
the heat spreads to the back of your neck and under the collar of your dress, even warming the chain that hangs loosely around it. it could just be the alcohol, but you know itâs something more. itâs an itch you canât scratch on your own and a fire you canât put out without help. suddenly the metal of your pendent is warm to the touch and slippery between your fingers whilst you continue to play with it in newfound sweaty hands.Â
a subtle gasp slips past your chocolate glossed lips when the chain snaps somewhere and the rest of the metal slides between your buttery fingers, your pendant gathers at your bosom before dropping to the floor with a clatter. feeling around your neck for your precious gift, you let out a louder whine upon realising where itâs gone. suguru spares you a moment of his attention, concern drawn against the gentle slopes of his features.Â
âyou okay, little one?âÂ
ây-yeah,â you exhale slowly, trying to calm the anxiety that fires across your neurons. âi think i um⊠i dropped my necklace under the table.âÂ
an award winning beam slots itself perfectly on your brotherâs lips as he chuckles under his breath. âyouâre so clumsy, need my help?â
âjust keep mom and dad distracted for me? itâs just under the table, iâll be back for their next story before anyone notices.â you attempt to joke in order to appease him, you donât need suguru to get a closer look at how wildly turned on you are nor the fact that gojo is sitting comfortably with his hand between your knees â inches away from where you need him most, where heâs been so many times behind your brotherâs back.Â
not to mention the fact that youâre still fucking playing footsie.
suguru shrugs and drops the subject, tuning back into your fatherâs rendition of your first skatepark experience. the one where youâd tried to copy satoru and suguru and attempted a trick on your chunky bratz scooter and went flying off the ramp. ouch.
you dip beneath the table cloth like youâre diving back under the surface of water, fishing around for your lost and precious pirateâs treasure. you canât tell if satoruâs moved his hand, you donât feel it slyly ghosting over the insides of your thighs while you lean forward and search for your necklace⊠not that it should matter, itâd be far from appropriate to have his long, slender fingers brushing up against your panties from under your skirts. it wouldnât be right for that to escalate, for said fingers to push past your entrance and brush up against the spot satoru knows is guaranteed to make you scream. it would be immoral for you to even think about him sliding his cock into your wet, needy cunt too. somewhere secret, somewhereâ
oh!
you giggle with triumph when your fingertips graze the cold metal decor of your necklace⊠however, when you move to grab it, you touch something else. something warmer. you touch him.Â
with baited breath, you let your bambi eyes carefully trail up to gojoâs face â drinking in the hazy look that he gives you, the swirl of desire taking a flame in his brilliant, cerulean eyes. just by being under his gaze you feel as though youâre drowning and burning alive all at once. satoru is the one who moves first, taking your smaller hand in his large one before he turns it over â palm facing the sky and places your sapphire pendant inside of it.Â
then, one by one, he closes your fingers around your brotherâs gift and then brings your closed fist up to his plush lips, pressing a wet kiss to your knuckles as you gasp. âquiet, baby. wouldnât want anyone to know what youâre up to down hereâŠâÂ
his words die off, licking his lips slowly, stare predatory while it trails all over your body. âbut âtoru,â you mewl enticingly, keeping your tones hushed under the table. the sweet, dulcet sound makes his eyes flutter shut and body quiver with a wave of hunger, his sexual appetite for you growing by a tenth fold . âi need you.â you never make this easy for him. if someone were to take a peek beneath the table cloth, they would see the tension brewing between you both and put two and two together.Â
youâd be discovered before having the chance to tell everyone yourself.Â
time is ticking, your guests might start to grow suspicious if you donât make a move and goad satoru into solving the ache between your thighs. so you jump the gun, grabbing his collar and tug him forward for a sly, sloppy yet quick kiss. âi wonât say it again after this, âtoru,â comes your cheeky pant. âi need you.â
satoru chokes.
with that, you withdraw from your scared little bubble below the table and stand straight up â a dazzling and guiltless gin on display for your entire family to see. âiâm going to the bathroom,â you explain sweetly. âneed to fix my pendant ân powder my nose. iâll be back.âÂ
your family stops chattering briefly to acknowledge your wish, but as you leave â suguru stands too and grabs your wrist. âneed me to help? i know the clasp can be finicky. i should have gotten you something easier to useââ
god bless suguru, your loveable brother, ever the cockblock.Â
âthatâs alright man, iâve got her covered,â satoru suddenly appears behind you, the sweltering heat of his heaving chest singeing through the fabric of your dress. he places a hand on the small of your back, grinning with a charming spark to his eyes â deliberately masking âyou should keep an eye on your parents, you know how they get when theyâve had too much to drink.âÂ
now, itâs not that geto doesnât trust his best friend⊠after all, gojo has been a constant presence in your life ever since the three of you were kids. itâs just that sometimes, a feeling of unease stirs within suguru at the mere thought of you being alone together â itâs like one of those gut feelings you get before something goes terribly wrong.Â
yet, as usual, satoru is right. if no one keeps an eye on getoâs parents, who knows what trouble theyâll get into on their own.Â
âalright, fine. just donât take too long, thereâs only so many stories they can tell before dessert.â suguru reminds you plainly, as if not to assume the worst. he gives you both an approving nod, before letting you go. âand satoru, wait outside for her?âÂ
the white haired man snickers, a languid and jeering smirk slowly tugging on the corners of his mouth. âyou got it, suguru!âÂ
he even adds a salute for effect, allowing you to lead him away from the table and towards your gateway of sin.
the uneasy feeling in suguruâs stomach intensifies as he watches you both walk further and further away.Â
they say that a mirror is the window to your soul, reflecting how you truly feel on the inside.Â
the girl staring back at you in the squeaky clean glass looks nothing like the little girl suguru helped to raise. her soul is impure, blackened by sin and the dark desire for human contact â the salacious dance and ritual between scorching hot bodies and saliva tainted tongues. she laughs at you over rushing tap water from the bathroom sink and calls to you like a sirenâs song, inviting you to give into her â let her take the lead on the temptations plaguing your mind.Â
why did you even suggest this?Â
youâd been bold, hinted to satoru that you wanted him to devour you, ruin you in the bathroom of the restaurant your loving, kind older brother had picked especially to celebrate you. you knew better than this, you wanted better than this. you no longer wanted to be just a quick fuck to satoru gojo.Â
you wanted to be his girlfriend.Â
thatâs what youâd asked him to do tonight. to make you his in front of everyone who loved you. but here you were, slutting yourself out for him like you always do.Â
over the water pouring down the drain, you pick up on the sound of knocking at the bathroom door â prompting you to twist the tap and cut off the flow of water. unlike the flow of lustful hormones that shoot through your bloodstream and straight to your clit.
a new kind of excitement blossoms in your chest once you turn around to unlock the door â suguru would hate to see you so thrilled at the concept of doing something so wrong. you return to your position in front of the bathroom sink before your lover enters, toying with the silver chain on your pendant again â ignoring the burning feeling you get as it weighs down your palm.
the burn of underlying guilt.
âi can help with that.â
satoru purrs seductively as he enters the bathroom, gesturing to your pendant. you donât turn to look at him but keep your eyes trained in his movements in the mirror. even when he isnât touching you, you feel like you canât breathe. his presence overshadows your own, shrinking you down into a tiny toy that sings oh so pretty for him whenever he wants.
you hear the lock click shut behind you. anticipation hums through the air like an electric current.
âthe clasp is a little tricky,â comes your dreamy sigh, high pitched and needy â earning you a choked groan from your lover. âi canât do it on my own, not without help.â
the next time gojo speaks, heâs right behind you â chest pressed to your back, arms either side of your hips and large hands on the bathroom counter, his head practically nestled into the junction between your shoulder and your neck. wisps of snowfall like hair tickle at your bare skin while warm breath causes goosebumps to rise across its surface.Â
âthen let me fix it for you,â satoru suggests enticingly â keeping up this little act, pretending to be raunchy strangers, while your fingers brush against one another and he takes the jewellery from you. you straighten your back, hold your breath and nod cautiously as he brings it up to your neck from behind. your eyes catch each otherâs in the mirror, his darkened with devoir all while he offers you a enthralling, toothy smirk. ârelax, pretty girl. i donât biteâŠâ
except he does. if satoru is a hunter, a lion, then you are nothing but a sacrificial lamb that serves to be his prey. if he really wanted you, he could take your dainty neck between his vicious jaws and snap it â you wouldnât even mindâŠbecause youâd let satoru do anything to you so long as it meant having all his focus be on you.Â
âlift your chin for me.â he commands you huskily, nipping at the shell of your ear. âgood girl.â satoru continues to drawl, extending the âoâ sound in his words when you follow his instructions obediently â tilting your head back so that he can adjust your necklace to sit perfectly in place. âsuch a good girl fâme.âÂ
when his fingers fix the clasp and touch teasingly at the nape of your neck â you find yourself instinctively pushing back against gojoâs lap, the curve of your fleshy ass sweeping over the slight tent beginning to form in his expensive designer slacks. slacks that you know youâre going to destroy before the night meets its end.Â
ât-there we go,â gojo doesnât dare step back after finishing up with your necklace, enjoying the sight of you slightly bent over the counter as you grind your hips back on him painfully slow â testing the waters. âfuck lilâ ladyâŠwhatâs this all about, hm? tryna thank me for doinâ such a good job, helpinâ you out?â his hands slip over your own as they rest by the sink, lacing your fingers together while satoru puts some weight on you â looming over you as he starts to rut forward and meet you in the middle of this raunchy bump and grind. âs-shitâŠkeepâŠkeep throwinâ it back on me like that.â
âwe donâtâŠwe donât have long, satoru. hah, fuck!â you sigh breathlessly, rocking back and forth on your man eagerly and clenching around nothing when his erection catches on your budding clit. satoruâs lips ascend on your neck with careful thought, using their plumpness to shift the strap of your dress to the side and reveal more of you to his greedy, deep blue eyes. theyâre wet on your skin, perhaps heâs been licking them in anticipation, hot at the very tip of your cervical spine â but he canât leave marks, not unless he wants your brother to see.
satoru trembles behind you, lazily dragging his tongue to the sweet spot just behind your ear â leaving a shimmering trail of possession across your skin. âi know baby, i know,â he says almost instantly, delayed by tasting you on his tongue. suddenly, you feel a wetness against your cunt that isnât your own â youâre already so wet that the seat of your panties are practically glued to your fonts, but this⊠this is satoru. his dick dribbles pathetically with precum, gearing up to fuck. to breed. satoru grows angstier by the second, one hand letting go of yours to manhandle you back onto his stiff hard on, his breath much heavier against you than before. âbut it feels so good doesnât it? just wanna keepâŠmy cockâŠnestled against you like this.âÂ
pride flutters through all four chambers of your heart simply because you know that youâre the only one who can get satoru gojo to act like such a slut. heâs so desperate for your pussy it doesnât even matter how he takes it, just as long as itâs his.Â
only you get to reduce gojo to a needy mess, soft pink fanning across his nose and cheeks as he humps you from behind like a wet, mangy dog in rut. he circles his hips, pushing them forward so that his throbbing length meets your sticky, fat panty clad folds in a constant motion â his needy moans like music to your ears.Â
âi wanna fuck you,â you huff impatiently, using your strength to push gojo away from you just long enough to turn around. he follows your lead, hiking you up to sit on the bathroom counter before you wrap your legs around his tiny waist and squeeze him close. âgonna fuck me, âtoru? or do i have to â fuckâŠdo it myself.â
now that youâre facing each other, you can see just how wrecked the man is. his eyelids grow heavy, long and lavish white lashes weighed down by mirth. gojo pants, his tongue doused with spit lolled over his bottom lip with a hankering urge to kiss you. âjeez,â he simpers in awe, impressed with how controlling youâre being this time around â squeezing your hips to control the flow of you grinding back and forth on him. âat least kiss a guy first.âÂ
grinning, your fingers surge upwards from the counter and into the depths of white rooted hair. you tug gojo down to meet you halfway and before he can even register it â your lips are roughly slotted together, bruisingly close and your tongue laps tracks into the hot cavern of his mouth. the kiss quickly turns sloppy, needy, spit is easily exchanged between synchronised moving lips while your noses become neighbours and your lungs burn from how desperately they need oxygen.
you donât want it, you think. you donât need it, you say to yourself â hardly pulling away from gojo as you both suck in a much needed breath. youâre back on one another in a heartbeat, drowning in one another while his practised hands traverse up the curves and dips of your body. they settle at your throat, a thumb gently pushing against its centre just to test you. a dark chuckle reverberates in satoruâs chest when you whine, back arching up to meet him and your eyes growing misty.
âhowâs that for a kiss?â you whine against his wet mouth, yanking at gojoâs roots again. the action earns you a grunt in response â blissful, low and predatory. his hips jump up too, tucking his swelling cock into the snug pocket of your puffy folds.
âthink i want another,â he muses out loud, the chocolaty octaves of satoruâs voice making you shudder â liquid gold beginning to gather between your ravaged pussy lips. using his grip on your throat, the silver haired man pulls you closer â his perfect white teeth sinking into the delicious swell of your bottom lip before he tugs it away from you salaciously. itâs barely enough to quell the spark of hunger spreading throughout all four limbs of his body, hardly calming down the blood that rushes to his achingly hard dick as he rubs it against your increasingly soaked mound.
when your lips find each other again, theyâre swollen, cherry red and raw â smacking against one another loudly over the sound of rustling clothes while you buck into one another. everything is so hot and heavy, youâre so wet and so sticky for satoru and your little rendezvous has barely begun. the way he sucks on your tongue, letâs you push it down his throat while his clothed seedy tip nudges your clit over and over again has you bouncing off the walls in your mind. you canât think without thinking of all the ways to fuck satoru gojo.Â
heâs on your mind all the time and youâre not sure if you want that to change.Â
âcanâŠoh manâcan feel how wet you are through your fuckinâ clothesâŠâ satoru hums in astonishment, releasing you from the prison of his lip lock with pretty pink swollen lips, allowing his head to drop to your shoulder in favour for sucking on it to pacify himself. he keeps his tip on your pleasure bud, revelling in the way you keenly pulse at the sensation. âoh fuckâŠso sticky.â Â
your pussy flutters at his observation, even more so with how cute satoru sounds when heâs so needy for you. âsatoruâŠâ you mewl, stroking back tufts of his sweaty pale hair â though it hardly distracts him from feverishly fucking you over layers of fabric. âwanna suck you off, gojo. can i? wanna have you in my mouth.âÂ
satoru pauses, his breathing uneven and pulls away from his safe spot in your neck. âfuckâŠreally? now?âÂ
you nod, tiny hands forcing their way between your heated bodies to toy with his belt, unbuckling it with practised ease. âright now.âÂ
âokayâŠfuck, okay.â satoru steps back and uses a grip on your hips to help you down onto your feet, watching with pride as you slowly descend to your knees in front of him. âoh baby. youâre so dirty. such a dirty little girl, mmm?â he grins, a little twisted. âshow me how pretty you look on your knees for me.âÂ
you sit back on your haunches as satoru adjusts himself to lean back on the counter â looking up at him with sweet shiny eyes which occasionally shoot down to his throbbing hard cock as he manspreads in place. the sight makes your mouth water andÂ
âyouâre staring, baby. go ahead and open your present.â he tilts his head with an air of condescension about him â teasing and taunting you through a faux pout, making you simper out for satoru. âcome on now, what happened to my brave little girl? you wanted to suck me off so bad, whereâs all that big talk now, huh?â satoru continues to leer down at you, his eyes darkening malignantly â the sapphire shine within them dimming with a raging storm cloud as if to block out the sun. âopen that cute little mouth, lemme see it. donât disappoint.â he cups your cheek, entire body bristling with joy and underlying pleasure when you keen into satoruâs touch like a good girl.
obediently, your lips part and mouth falls open â revealing ropes of saliva that tie your tongue to the roof of your mouth. it does something to satoru, itâs like a power trip to have you on your knees for him. youâve got love in your eyes taking the form of heart-shaped pupils, as you admire him like heâs your god. and you want that godâs cock stuffed into your waiting, drooling mouth.Â
you shouldnât adore satoru, treat him as if heâs your lifeline. heâs the whole reason your family might fall apart, he keeps you hidden as if youâre a treasure only he is worthy of seeing. he doesnât show you off, he chooses to use you for his own gain, he chooses you when thereâs no one else left to turn to. your relationship with satoru has never been stable, but even now when heâs hanging above you â rosy cheeked and starry eyed about to fuck you in some bathroom, you still want him. you still love him.Â
âdonât get lost in that pretty little head of yours baby,â gojo leans forward and brushes his thumb under the well of your wet lips and over your Cupidâs bow â smudging what's left of your gloss. ââm gonna need you to think for a little while. only âbout me ân my cock. yeah?â his free hand that once had been abandoned on the countertop takes yours â guiding it over the bulge in his crisp dress pants, hissing when you start to rub at it on your own, your mouth still wide open for him. âyouâre so pretty. feel that? you make me so hard that it hurts.â
you find yourself dazed and enchanted â panting, chest heaving as your hunger for him grows. âfeel it, want you, âtoru.â satoru thinks youâre so cute, cupcake dress poofing up against the cold floor as your tiny hand paws at him back and forth, back and forth and the little smile you give him when he pulsates beneath your talented little fingertips would be nearly enough to make him explode.Â
âof course you do, baby. you want your reward.â gojo relents, giving in to you. he swoops down to give you one last kiss, barely ghosting his lips over your swollen ones to keep you on the edge â craving just a little bit more. he dangles the static pleasure of a kiss that you get over your brain in front of you like a carrot in front of a horse. he knows that if he keeps you that way, youâll stay desperately in love with him, malleable into the perfect girl for him.Â
itâs selfish and both of you know that.
you rub harder and harder at the outline of satoruâs shaft and scoot closer to rest your chubby cheek on his firm thigh. he sees the way your own squeeze together from under your dress, probably in an attempt to keep your arousal at bay while your hole slicks itself up â but he can smell you, sweet and potent like a flower in bloom. if he were to pull you up to his height and take you now, satoru is sure your panties would be soiled, ass cheeks and pussy lips coated in a layer of your opaque, honey-like arousal while it oozes directly from you.
thatâs just how you are, a candied little mess for satoru gojo. itâs almost a fact and the very notion should be humiliating for you, should be shameful to you. if your brother were to ever find out how weak your resolve is when it comes to satoru, how you fall to your knees so easily for him â then you might never be able to look him in the eye again.Â
but isnât that what you want?Â
to have suguru know just how badly youâd fallen for his best friend?Â
how you might fail to live without him?Â
all night all youâve been thinking about is satoru telling your brother the truth â but here you are, locked in a bathroom ready to worship this man while you hide from your entire family. from reality.Â
because youâre happiest in this bubble with gojo and youâre sure he is too â he can have you in all the ways heâs ever wanted and youâd let him do it all to you too. yet again, you remain entirely unaware that from gojoâs point of view, youâre more than a pretty girl about to suck his pretty cock. youâre everything to him.
âcome on baby, stop playinâ with me. baby please.â satoru whines petulantly into the sex tainted air that fizzles with suspense. his skin buzzes with every touch you give and a wicked chuckle resonates deep within his chest when you scoot closer on your knees â dragging the tip of your tongue over his dick print hesitantly. though the sound is cut short when you give his hard-on a tentative squeeze to text the waters, opaque and runny white smearing against the inside of satoruâs underwear.Â
you adore how much he trembles, gripping your shoulder to steady himself since knows that you donât like the idea of your head being pushed down on. even if itâs torture for him to be so patient â heâd never do anything you didnât like.Â
but it really is killing him, and youâre fully aware. he deserves to be punished like this, after everything heâs put you through â it doesnât mean youâre not suffering yourself. circling your hips into the cold bathroom floor to get some friction yourself, beyond turned on at the sight of a breathless satoru gojo above you.Â
âsay that again.â you moan.
gojoâs head drops and he lets out a shaky breath as if heâs about to cry. âw-what?âÂ
âbeg me again, then iâll suck your cock.â you sneer up at your silver haired lover evilly just as your mouth meets his sticky clothed cockhead, the spit and heat from your mouth seeping through the layers of fabric in your way. âi wanna hear you moan for me, âtoru. like you love me.â you press, switching to taking the manâs zipper between the rows of your teeth.Â
satoru gojo has never been a stickler for the rules, whatever he does is usually for his own personal gainâŠbut when you command him like that, he canât help but to blindly stumble after you, hanging onto your every sugar-coated word. âfucking hell, please baby. need to feel your mouth on meâŠfuck, your tongue,â gojo rambles on weakly. âplease, please, want it so bad i might fucking die.â he does some of the work for you, shedding his belt and causing itâs buckle to clink satisfyingly against your ears.Â
satoruâs eagerness sends a shockwave of pleasure straight to your clit. your patience seems to be wearing thinner than his, for you jump forward like a cat on the prowl and peel back the remaining layers of satoruâs clothes without mercy for any of the fabrics. his gasps and muttered pleas coax you into the dark, addictive enigma that is satoru gojo â clouding your mind whilst setting your body on fire with hell flames.
you kiss at satoruâs slender hips the more his pants and boxers come down, twirling your tongue into the tufts of silver hair that form his happy trail too. a soft, honeysuckle chuckle from you resounds in the bathroomâs echoing chamber when you finally reveal enough of gojoâs cock for it to spring free â twitching as itâs exposed to fresh air. satoru is longer where he might lack thickness, though heâs chubby enough to keep you plugged full of his cum usually. his balls are plump and pink, heavy with a load thatâs just waiting to be spent on you â evidence of his arousal taking the form of opaque pearls set at the tip of his dick.
speaking of, gojoâs cockhead burns bright red and shines as if itâs glossed and sticky like your lips â blue pulsating veins spiral around his flushed shaft, rivalling the shade of his eyes as he observes your next moves. youâre sure to make your touch tender as you take his entire length between your fingers, smoothing the supple pad of your thumb over his sensitive tip and rubbing the precum into it sweetly.
he smells so good, the musky scent of satoruâs cock and his arousal act like the fumes of a drug you know all too well â it takes over your consciousness and stream of thought, controlling your actions from then on. you feel everything all at once, your tongue writhing in place at the bottom of your mouth, satoruâs thighs trembling lightly and his cock throbbing while blood rushes through it. a haughty moan scratches at the ridges in his throat when you finally grip him properly â soft little hands dwarfed by his sheer length, palm brushing over the flushed forked veins that separate at the base. âj-jesus, beautiful,â satoru hisses, lips between his sharp white teeth. âyou gotta give a littleâŠdrivinâ me insane with these little touches. please just suck itâŠplease iâm begginâ youââÂ
the air in his lungs grows thin like that at the peak of a mountain when you finally give in, dragging your lips over the cream gathering at his mushroomed cockhead before kitten-licking through its seedy slit in order to tease him a little more. opening up your mouth, you prepare to swallow satoru down, just as you have done many times before. you know everything he likes, what makes him tick, what has him cumming in secondsâŠhowever, just as your warm breath coasts along his shaft â he pulls back from your hold.Â
âwait,â he says through a shudder. âyou wanna smoke?â satoru pulls a joint from his crumpled pocket, licking his lips as he searches for its partner in crime â a lighter.
you frown, choosing to palm him instead of taking him into your mouth just yet. his cock jumps at the simple movement, leaking milky white against your knuckles, tainting your skin. âweâll get into trouble, âtoru.â you state like itâs obvious, speaking over the slick sound of your hand gently pumping satoru. your movements are aided by just how wet his cock is, fingers slipping and sliding up and down his girth whilst being guided by the thick globs of precum beading at his tip.
âs-since when did you care about the rules? youâre fucking me here, arenât you?â his breathing falters as he shakily attempts to set the end of his joint alight. you donât dare stop pleasuring your brother's best friend, even if thereâs a nagging voice at the back of your head telling you that this is bad, that itâs all too much. âhelp me out for a sec, beautiful? hold this in your mouth while i light it.â satoruâs voice drops an octave as he shoves the splif between your arousal glossed lips (replacing the fenty that once spread their shine across them) â he stares you down through his long, white lashes as he flicks the lighter at the end, setting fire to the rizzler. âthank you, little one.âÂ
the pet name makes your skin crawl and the weed in your mouth only amplifies that voice in your head. you should quit while you still can, you might be able to cope with the withdrawals then, and spend the rest of your life making it up to suguru for leading him astray. little one. the nickname heâd so fondly called you quickly becomes something you hate. itâs meaning changed easily by none other than satoru gojo.Â
his power over you is still so strong despite his cock being at the mercy of your feather light grip and plush lips. once you set a steady rhythm to jerking gojo off and the joint burns dangerously close to your nose, he takes it from you and lovingly pats your cheek â placing it between his own lips before blowing a ring of smoke into the humid air.
satoruâs head collapses back against the mirror, his moonshine hair perfectly tousled despite being out of place. his locks stick to the icy surface of the glass, brought on by the cold sweat from your temperate mouth. the pair of you share a harmonious tune of wet whimpers and gargled gripes when you take your lover down your throat, sinking down on him until your nose nudges the prickliness of his happy trail.Â
you flex your tongue, letting it swirl around satoruâs girth from the base to the tip. âo-oh fuck, baby!â he exclaims through a hybrid sound, a cross mix between a raspy chuckle and high pitched moan. shakily; satoru takes a puff of his joint as if to calm himself down. he looks down at you with a lustful, love laden gaze, dropping a hand to the top of your head â careful not to push on it as you work your mouth down on him. âdonât worry⊠âm not gonna fuck your mouth. know you donât like that, just wannaâŠtouch you.â it nearly kills him as well, the way you look up, with shiny eyes and full cheeks. âgod, you take it so well, huh?â
of course, satoru had been the one to teach you how to suck dick back when you first started messing around two years ago. heâd coaxed you through it, teaching you step by step so you could get him off just how he liked. he made it so that you wouldnât ever want to please a man the same way you pleased him â rewiring all the nerves in your brain to make sure it was only gojo that you wanted to deep throat.Â
so you nod diligently in reply, swallowing down on gojo and letting out a gentle hum that causes dopamine to crackle along the insides of his skull. hollowing your cheeks, your throat contracts around his thick length until you feel his bulbous tip dragging over your uvula â testing your own talented mouth. heâs so glad that he taught you how to do that, you down on your knees, entrapping him in the searing heat of your hellfire mouth. if suguru could see you now, heâd only be able to picture the spawn of the devil and itâs cruel how you donât even care. after everything heâs done for you.Â
your eyes flutter shut at the heaviness of satoruâs dick on your tongue, forcing you to taste the viscous precum that oozes down your throat in slow waves. the flavour is just as addictive as the scent of weed tangling with sex in the air â you donât see yourself going to rehab either.Â
eventually, you decide to pull off of satoru with a lewd pop, filling your lungs with the oxygen they so dearly missed. you find yourself light headed for deep-throating him for that long but you also find it to be completely worth it â especially because of the look of pride satoru gives you. âsuch a pretty little cockslut,â he sucks his teeth, petting your head and brushing his hand over the square partings of your braids. âyou look so happy sucking on my cock, baby. didnât think you were gonna come up for air.â
in place of your mouth, your palm starts to stroke satoru at a steady pace â slickening up the centre of your hand. heâs so big between your hands you can only imagine how heâll feel stretching you out later tonight, causing drool to pool in your mouth like a hot flash flood as you catch your breath. vivid azure eyes flutter at the salacious mix of pain and pleasure when you give satoruâs shaft a teasing squeeze, using your other hand to give the same treatment to his plump, sore balls.
somehow, he manages to continue on muttering taunting you. âcause iâm the only thing you need, right? who needs air to breathe when you have me feeding my cock into that hot, wet open mouth.â he drags a thumb over your bottom lip, pulling it down as he looms over you â breathing a cloud of cannabis smoke into you. shot-gunning you while you continue to jerk him off, it tastes of him and the alcohol in his breath and the weed on his tongue. he looks so good above you like this, hooded eyes and rose tinted cheeks. satoru is the perfect picture of godâs work and youâd be foolish to pretend that the sight of him didnât make your cunt throb and a familiar feeling begin to stem in the pit of your stomach. âgood fucking girl.â
he thrusts shallowly through your closed fist matching his rhythm to the tune in which you flick your wrist. you waste no time in working up a pace fast enough to have your lover melting like putty in your hands â literally. you miss his cock in your mouth, how heavy it makes your tongue feel and paw at his spit slicked erection like a puppy begging for treats.Â
âwhen you t-touch me like thatâŠâ satoru drawls, notes of praise layered over his whiny voice makes your own juices gather at the crotch of your panties, makes your head spin but that might just be the weed. âi could fucking cum, baby.â
sweat beads in large, fat droplets at gojoâs hairline, darkening the bright colour of his hair. the liquid soaks through his white shirt too, showcasing how fucked out he truly is. he thrusts again, and again, and again, chasing the high your hand gives his creamy aching cock. âthen let me make you cum,â you giggle, dropping your head slightly to make out with the sloppy tip of satoruâs dick, lapping happily at whatever he gives you. âlet me taste you.âÂ
a dirty laugh rings in the buzzing air and gojo throws the burly arm that holds his joint over his wet face, wiping it clean of all the sweat. in the next moment, he cups the youthful roundness to your pretty face â calloused fingertips digging into your baby fat cheeks and sun-kissed skin. âthatâs cute, but iâm not quite done with you yet, gorgeous.â still hunched over you, gojo finds the milky trail his cock has left over the seam of your lips and kisses you â dangerously slow. he simpers at the taste of himself on your lips, tangling with the plastic-like taste from the remainders of your gloss. he licks the sweat from your Cupidâs bow as well.Â
he sucks the precum from your tongue and licks harsh stripes into your mouth â reaching further back to cup the back of your head, keeping you pressed against him. the both of you moan like idiots into one anotherâs mouths, drinking down the song of blissful laments and greedy gripes. the kiss seems to last forever, going on and on until you wince at the slight burn of satoruâs joint against your cheek, but you never stop jerking him off â slick and dewy sounds of skin meeting skin providing the adlibs to your nasty, sex song.Â
only then does satoru let you go, though, his hips continue to dart forward and ram into your closed fist â they contradict with his words. while gojo wants so much more, they chase his innate desire to cum. paint your pretty face or your talented tongue. their rhythm is assaulting and aberrant.Â
âbut youâre so closeâŠâ you tempt him with your silky voice, dipping your head and bobbing it once more to encompass his lengthy girth into your heated mouth again. dopamine sparks like explosions across the synapses in his brain when he witnesses your cheek bulge from the force of taking his tip in, his slit rubbing deliciously against the soft epithelium there. gojo doesnât know how heâll survive after tonight, when you force him to confess to your family and everything blows up in his face.Â
oh how heâll miss your cute little mouth sucking down his cock like your life depends on it.
âyouâre right, shitâŠyouâre right, princess,â satoru pants avidly, taking another drag of the joint nestled between his shaky fingers â he throws his head back as the grey smoke hits the fresh hair, tainting it with the scents and flavours from the kiss heâd given to your sinful mouth. âi think i mightâŠohhhh ohhh. i really wannaââ he throws his head back and you can tell that your lover is really trying to stave off his orgasm to make this last forever.Â
you still in surprise when he jams a boot between your soaked thighs from underneath your dress. ââtoru!â comes your little gasp, grinding down on the cold leather if his shoe instinctively. he used the toe of his chelsea boot to pull back the hood of your clit, pressing down on the swollen bud to stimulate you. w-what are you doing?â
âg-gotta make you cum before i do,â he offers as a weak explanation all while spreading your puffy pussy lips apart.Â
you lavishly run your tongue through the opening of satoruâs cockhead, moaning at the taste and texture but continuing to hump his foot happily. âsâa bit late for that, baby.â you say with a sultry voice, low and sexy. âyou can just eat me out afterwards.âÂ
âdo we evenâŠ? o-oh, okay. âm there⊠i-iâm close,â he trips and stumbles through his words, losing control of his taut hips that batter your poor, dripping fist while you spit down onto him. the frothy mix slides down and catches on the prominent veins spiralling around his dick to the base. which you give a squeeze. âdo we even have time for that?â gojo asks, struggling to breathe through the smoke from his joint.
âi guess youâll just have to hurry up ân cum for me. be quick, and weâll see.â you glance up at him, so debauched yet so innocent. like a pretty flower tended to and cared for (by suguru) except you have prickly, threatening thorns.Â
gojoâs release starts to sneak up on him, senses heightened by the recreational drug coursing through the healthy blood in his veins. ây-youâre so bad. h-how the fuck did i get involved with you?â he laughs loud and menacingly, whilst looking completely and utterly deranged. gojo doesnât let up on stimulating your pussy, humming around the spliff tucked between his perfect lips when you gush in response to him. dirty, depraved little girl. âgâna cum. gâna cum! let me cum. fuck, where do you want it?âÂ
âi can swallow, satoru. give it to me.â your mouth and wrist begin to hurt â but you find it all worth it to have satoru collapse above you, lose to the snap of the thin thread of his sanity. he grabs ahold of his own dick, taking over from you, and smiles brilliantly when you stick out your tongue just for him. it rolls over your pretty lower lip, cherry red from your ministrations and slightly swollen from it all.Â
one. two. three.Â
he taps his soiled cockhead against the slobbery palette of your tongue â feeding you the last stream of his precum right before his big release. you press a hand to gojoâs tummy, feeling it fight and contact against your touch. he canât hold back anymore, everything is too hot and too tight and too much. the roll up of weed between his teeth is gone, his beautiful eyes are hidden away from the world and before either of you know it â his high is hitting him like a tonne of bricks.Â
just like that, gojo loses the steady stream of his hips and his orgasm rips through him, warm and viscous seed floods your mouth â even seeping out at the corner of your bruised lips. it spurts copiously from his ravaged cock, painting your throat a shade of white too.Â
âh-holy shit!â satoru cries out loudly, tears springing to his eyes and gathering in his lashes. you donât stop pumping at his dick until heâs done cumming, catching any misfires of his arousal with your tongue. you swallow in satisfaction and take to leaving small kisses against his tummy and hip bones until he stops trembling and returns to earth from the bright, silver moon that blessed his hair.Â
he quickly abandons his joint.
even though his legs are shaky and he can hardly breathe, static ringing loudly in his ears â satoru finds the strength within himself to pick you up from the floor and manhandles you against the bathroom door. a streak of excitement courses through you while you set your palms flat on the surface, allowing satoru to squish your left cheek against it too.Â
youâre barely able to turn your head back to look at him, a shy and coy smile spreading across your lips when you catch a glimpse of the dark expression coasting over satoruâs handsome features. âoh? whatâs gotten into you?â
âyou think iâm just gonna let you make me cum like that, and iâm not gonna get you off?â he answers your question with a question, growling out the syllables of each word impatiently. âi wish i could just rip this damn dress offâa you. itâs such a shame we have to go out there and say hi to your family afterwards.â using his foot, gojo kicks your ankles apart so that youâre nice and spread open for him â he inhales nastily while pushing your skirts up to sit at your hips, breathing in the scent of your gooey cunt as it cries for him. cries to be filled up by him. if asked, he could recognise the sweet aroma from your sex like a bloodhound chasing after a target. heâs got you committed to memory, he loves you that much.
the tulle of your dress rivals the colour of his eyes even when darkened with debauchery â it turns him on to know you wear his colour so proudly even in front of suguru. his hands shake as he messes with the fabric and you can just tell heâs fighting off the urge to tear it away from your body. if only you had the time. if only you were the only two people in the world.Â
without suguru, he could love up on you for hours with no issues. without suguru, you could perhaps be together without having to hide. without suguru â well, you hate yourself for even thinking that way. heâs your brother⊠and you need him. but clearly not as much as you need satoru to fill you up with something â tongue, fingers, cock. youâd take it all right now. take all of him.Â
youâre distracted by the feel of your loverâs searing lips against your naked shoulders, swooping down to place kisses on them tenderly. theyâre more fluid, softer as satoruâs fingertips trickle over your breasts and pinch your pebbling nipples from over the bust of your dress. they cascade down to your waist next and suddenly your dress feels all too tight around your hips. your panties too sticky between your folds. you want them both off, and fast.Â
âs-satoru,â you murmur needily, arching your back into his broad chest â shivering at the roughness of his shirt on your skin. âsatoru, please.â you add, hissing when his curious fingers delve beneath your skirts to press into the seam of your underwear, getting a feel for your wetness and how ready you are for him.
he shifts his fingers upwards, working them up to massage your clit in warm and rough circles â distracting you from giving gojo a proper answer so he can play with you a little more. âhmm?â comes gojoâs lazy reply. his head drops to your neck again and his tongue leaves a snails trail of saliva over the path of kisses heâs left on your skin âwhatâs the matter, baby? what do you need?â he mumbles in a lower octave right into your ear, tufts of white hair tickle your skin, only causing goosebumps to rise across it in a ripple effect. Â
pouting, your hips rise enough for him to possibly stick his hands down your panties to touch you properly â but satoru chooses to be mean, moving up to rub your tummy teasingly. âfor you to⊠mph, please.âÂ
âcome on now little one. what is it that youâre after?â he scolds you playfully, toying with the little ribbon on the scalloped edge of your panties. you hate that him teasing you only serves to make you hush and turn you on more, a small trickle of your arousal running down your inner thigh. âuse your words, be my good little girl,â pinging your waistband against your stomach, satoru adds to the seed of desire growing there â helping it to grow and nurturing it. âmy fingers? my tongue?âÂ
ât-tongue!â you squeal at the painful sting, not in pain â because you like it when gojo hurts you a little bit. itâs like a punishment for betraying your older brother.Â
âthank you for telling me, baby, your wish is my command.â at first, satoru doesnât make a move to eat you out â instead, forces his hand deep into your panties to touch your clit, nice and raw. the silver haired man grins at the way you clench around nothing as he circles your tight little entrance and squirt small dribbles of your juices for him. âfuck, youâre so fucking wet for me, even now. even after sucking my cock and grinding on my shoe. if only suguru could see how nasty you are right now.â he could, at any moment geto could knock on that door and see you dripping on his best friendâs hand. the sentiment shouldnât make you more aroused, you should make you feel horrified.Â
but as gojo dips a finger into your greedy little pussy, you realise that youâre just as depraved as him and that in the moment â you really donât care.Â
because all you feel is ecstasy.Â
pushing back onto the sole finger squirming about against your squishy insides, you decide that youâll deal with geto and the consequences of fucking his best friend later â rather, choosing to focus on how satoru immediately finds your g-spot because he knows your gummy, rippling walls like the backs of his masterful hands. the same hands and digits that skilfully trace the letters of his name into your pulsating clit.
âmmph⊠oh fuck. f-fuck you!â reaching between your soiled thighs and underneath a plethora of tulle, you grip gojoâs wrist to keep him in place, locked between your legs with his fingers stuffed in your cunt.
âfuck me, baby?â he coos to you in a patronising tone. âoh, sweetheart. iâm about to fuck you. gonna make you cum so hard. make you see starsâŠno, galaxies.â satoru pulls his finger out and nudges your sticky thighs apart again just to make sure that he has the space, enough room to cup the entirety of your sopping mound from over the fabric. so hot and filthy and sappy for him. satoru laments in satisfaction, yanking your panties down in one fail swoop and watching with perverted cobalt eyes as strings of your slick tie your honeyed sex to the material.Â
sniffling, you turn your head back as far as itâll go to stare down your boyfriend with big, wet eyes and a blubbering voice. âplease... i canât wait anymoreâŠâ you hiccup like a petulant child who had their favourite toy stolen. pleading for something, anything to alleviate the unbearable yearning twisting in your gut.
your lover tsks in response, slowly descending to his knees behind you while his fingers coated in your succulent nectar grasp and knead at your fleshy ass â streaking it with clear marks. âokay, okayâŠpoor baby.â gojo says airly in an attempt to console you like a mother would her crying infant. âyouâre so needy, pretty girl. if anyone walking by could hear you, theyâd think i werenât fucking you right.â thatâs far from true and the both of you know it, satoru is the only one who could appease you, take care of all your sexual needs â outside of thatâŠyouâre not so sure. youâre then reminded that suguru wouldnât want satoru taking care of you ever. it makes your stomach flip with a confusing mix of lust and guilt.Â
âyou want it that bad, donât ya? you wanna feel good.â the man purrs from behind you, salacious voice a breathâs width away from your cunt while he licks a trail up your inner thigh. the vibrations reverberate through your skin, dancing right up to your swollen, unattended clit. âpromise iâll make you feel so, so good.â youâre almost embarrassed at how much you throb against gojoâs lips when he shoves his face into your pussy from behind, nudging his nose over your pleasure bud in circles until you open up for him like a flower in bloom.Â
you grind back against him passionately, rubbing your luscious and drenched folds all over his handsome face in an attempt to tame the itch of bliss that spreads through each and every one of your limbs. youâre tempting him but your sweet little whimpers and circling hips hardly coax satoru away from what heâs planning. his tongue doesnât fuck itâs way past your quivering entrance like heâd said, but instead is replaced by a heavy hand smacking down hard on your pussy.Â
âsatoru!â you cry out in an awful mix of delight and shock, sounding a little unhinged. ây-you promised!â
âyeah, yeah. i know⊠couldnât help it. i just love it when you cry for me.â juices run down his forearm as if heâs bitten into a ripened peach and satoru gets the perfect view of your juicy ass jiggling for him too. he amorously slurps up the trail, leaning forward with an appetite to eat you out for real this time and nestled his tongue between your twitching, titillating folds.Â
he repeats the process again and again and again, smacking your poor pussy until you really are crying â chest heaving while you sob from both ends, tears ruining your perfect baby blue eyeshadow for the night. not having gojoâs mouth on you is like hell on earth, being spanked until youâre raw is torture too, especially when youâve been holding back an orgasm for at least fifteen minutes. nevertheless, it all feels so fucking heavenly.Â
you search for a vice, something you can ground yourself with and settle for scraping your nails along the doors. satoru chuckles, tapping your sticky ass lovingly and even going as far as to kiss you there. âalright, iâve had my fun and iâm done messing with you baby,â he hums sweetly, âlean back for me, put it on me baby. let your man eat you out.âÂ
wrapping a strong arm around your middle, gojo pulls you back onto his awaiting, eager mouth. the first thing he does is slot his mouth against the entirety of your soaked slit, moaning loud and tugging at your heartstrings while the vibrations send you spiralling. the very tip of his tongue slips past your entrance with slight resistance from how thick it is, wriggling about in order to search for that special spot that makes you see stars. he press kisses, wet and sloppy, miscalculated, between your swollen folds and slurps up whatever you leak as if youâre drooling valuable liquid gold.Â
not a drop can be or will be wasted on satoru gojo.Â
keenly, your hips canter back onto gojoâs face â your plush ass cheeks jiggle with each thrust onto his tongue as though youâre reverse riding his cock. it fills you up just as nice too, warm and slippery against ecstasy inducing pinpoints along the ridges of your sluice walls. he canât help but whine loudly at every roll of your pussy over his face, you taste so fucking good and heâll drink you in as though youâre a tall glass of water. between sucks and slurps, your lover kitten licks at your core animalistically â lascivious sounds from between your thighs topping off the air in the bathroom.
your cute little clit, prominent and hard because of blood rush and itâs burning desire, is next on satoruâs bucket list. the sharpness of his teeth latch onto it, rolling it between their two sets roughly until youâre clawing at your own throat for air â trying your hardest not to scream and frighten the poor passers by. youâve become such a mess and it pleases the white haired man, to see you gushing like a fruitful stream straight into his thirsty mouth, down his chin and cheeks â even over his bobbing adamâs apple.
your hands leave a track of sweat as they slip down the door youâre plastered on and your chest rises and falls rapidly while youâre tongue fucked by your boyfriend. thereâs no room to breathe or to cope, satoruâs tongue pinned to your clit like a moth to candle flame â drawing rough shapes on your clit before sweeping downwards just beneath your clenching hole to catch what oozes from it before it can hit the ground. oh, if only you could see him, his bright blue eyes just as watery and lovesick as your own and his face pink with a sun-burn type of blush from how hot he is for you.
if you tried hard enough, to listen in over the sounds of your wet pussy being sucked on for dear life as well as satoruâs content gripes and laments â you can just about make out the vehement and delectable noises of him avariciously jerking off his pre-cum flowing cock while he prepares it to fuck you later on.
ây-yeahâŠoh my god, satoru. satoru donât stop!â the words feel tacky in your mouth as you try to get them out, communicate to gojo how good he makes you feel. he likes it when youâre vocal with him, and you the same, it makes you both feel heard and happy to know that youâre pleasing your partner. though, itâs a little difficult for you, when youâre so dizzy you donât know whatâs up or down and you canât help but to cream around the base of gojoâs tongue while it twists against your lush and gushy inner walls. Â
briefly, your brotherâs best friend pulls away from your cunt â remaining connected to you by a rope of clear elixir leaked from your tight hole. âwouldnât dream of it, pretty girl. god⊠i just wanna fuck you up. make you scream a little moreâŠâ he snarls like a beast, his big hands roughly grabbing your ass as he spreads them â watching the webs of arousal form while he peels each cheek away from one another. âfucking hell⊠youâre drenched. but we canât be too loud, donât want someone to hear.â thereâs a higher pitched lilt to gojoâs sacchariferous mithers as he delves back under your skirts, bobbing his entire head to drag his tongue between your fat pussy folds.Â
jolting at the sensation, which provides a welcome distraction from the fact that your familyâŠyour brother, are waiting obviously just metres away, your hips begin to chase the high youâve been holding back for what seems like hours now. viciously, you ride satoruâs tongue like itâs a perfectly plump cock made to plug you full. âuhuh, ohâŠfuck yeah. ride it for me, pretty girl, ride my t-tongue. m-make yourself feel good. fuck my faceâŠplease, please, please.â gojo begs you, even though most of his speech is muffled and youâre the one at his mercy.Â
shame should be running through you, not hunger for gojo, you shouldnât want to drive your hips down onto his face so hard that his nose prods your clit over and over again. youâre so dirty, filthy and nasty for doing thisâŠhere of all places. but you canât help the way gojo fucks you nor the way gojo feels. you donât think you want to give that up for your brother. even if it costs you.
you canât imagine a life without hearing satoruâs needy groans between your legs, the ones that set fireworks off at your tailbone â where all of that unreleased pleasure builds up.Â
âyouâre gonna cumâŠâ he sighs dreamily. âwant you to cum for me. let it go, let it all out fâme.â gojo adds and from then on â his mouth stays married to your needy cunt, focused on working you right to the edge and pushing you over. he licks you up and down, anchors you to his face with that same arm snaking its way around your waist again â mostly to hold you up because youâre so shaky from the ecstasy in your veins that you canât do it on your own. Â
the whole ordeal is sickening and beautiful all at the same time â no one knows your body like satoru does. no other man has any idea how to please you in the way that he does. they donât know that you like it when he flicks his tongue against your sluice and sweet sex with an open mouth just so you can hear him eat you out. they have no idea about how sensitive you are when youâre close, that brushing up against your g-spot with the tip of gojoâs tongue is enough to have you spewing a fresh wave of your essence from your pathetic hole.
the delirium and rapture that mounts within you, like bricks stacked in bricks, becomes too much for you to bear â some of your release already starting to trickle out of you in clear streams. ââm cumming, âtoru!â you warn him in a high pitched squeal before itâs too late, white noise filling your ears as you succumb to a powerful orgasm.Â
satoru gojo thinks that if he died right here, right now, he would be happy â he wouldnât even care. what, with the way you gush into his mouth like tidal waves of a wild tsunami, guilt flushed out of your system by tonnes of arousal. you clamp down on his tongue and practically suffocate the man, humping weakly at gojoâs face until your entire body is limp and you have absolutely nothing left to give.Â
once youâve made it through the aftershocks of your high, satoru slowly retreats from between your thighs and makes his way to your body, spinning you around and capturing your lips in a delicately placed kiss before your brain has the sense to wake up. the night should end here, you should push him away and fix yourself up in a good enough state to return to suguru and the rest of your family to enjoy dinnerâŠstop the guilt from bubbling up.Â
but satoru has always had a way about charming you.Â
âweâre not finished yetâŠâ he whispers to you passionately, his own hips pinning you to the bathroom door so you can feel his second erection rub against your tummy. âthereâs more of you to ruin.â he continued to lament, his lips stained with your arousal grazing your own before he licks into your mouth so you can taste what he tastes too. automatically, your body bows into his â ready to have what heâs got waiting for you.Â
perhaps your mind is still lagging, because you feel it before you see it â the tacky love taps of your loverâs cock against your stimulated sex, the lewd squelch that comes from gojoâs cockhead poised and ready to jut forward past your fluttering entrance. âi want you so fucking badly, i gotta⊠need to be inside youâŠâ he moves to hike your thigh up against his slender hips â preparing to bottom out inside of you, but you stop him just before then with your nails digging into his sweat laden dress shirt.Â
âcan i ride you?â you ask him hazily.
âwhat?â gojo bleats, confused and enamoured all at once.
swallowing thickly, you repeat your words â leisurely rolling your hips back and forth in a premature pussy job. being sure to rub yourself back and forth against the length of satoru. âcan i ride you?âÂ
âfuck me,â he sniggers breathlessly and says your name. âarenât you just full of surprises tonight? you can do whatever you want to me, baby. i can take it.âÂ
with his permission, you undo the last of gojoâs buttons and smooth over the expanse of his place flesh, thumb at his budding pink nipples and then, form a necklace around his unmarred throat with your hands. he coughs and splutters in surprise but allows you to walk him backwards until the backs of his knees hit the toilet and he topples onto its seat in a sitting position.Â
your hand moves swiftly to cup gojoâs jaw as you look above him and stand between his thighs that instantly manspread to make room for his pretty little baby between them. one of your perfectly manicured nails drags down his bottom lip, then becomes a finger that delves deep into the heat of his mouth. âyouâre⊠youâre beautiful,â he gargles around the digit, staring deep into your soulful brown eyes. âand i adore you.â  itâs true. youâre the most perfect thing heâs ever seen even if your braids are askew and your dress is ruffled and your makeup is almost entirely gone.Â
even when you have satoru gojo in a choke hold like this youâre still stunning to him. not one thing could tarnish such rare beauty that you posses. if the end of his life came in this moment, he wouldnât even mind. he wonders if youâre aware of that fact or still believe the little voice in your mind telling you that heâs just using you.
gojo was bad with words, he knows that. he often got timings wrong and said things at the wrong time (like now when he tries to tell you that he loves you but in his own words, hence âadoreâ) but he always means them. he can tell that youâre getting in your head right now, standing above him â trying to decipher if heâs telling the truth. if he wanted you, you wished heâd say he wanted you. explicitly.Â
he wished that he could tell you explicitly, but heâs so fucked up in the head that he struggles.Â
so instead, satoru takes your hand in his (the one in his mouth) and moves it far back enough so that he can kiss your knuckles sweetly. a gesture to prove his truth to you. one to prove how much he loves you.Â
the hard expression on your face softens and you drop to satoruâs lap â straddling him so that his girth presses directly against your juicy cunt like before and your thighs are either side of his. âthen make love to me,â you goad him, circling your hips and chasing the delicious burn of his dick pressing into you â a feeling that you miss all the time but can never get used to. âlove me like you mean it.âÂ
itâs not long before satoru is at your neck again, leaving a trail of gentle kisses along its plaines. âi can do that. i can give that to you. do you think youâll be able to take it?â he questions lightly, a large hand splaying across your back â prepared to guide your movements.
ây-yeah⊠âm ready.â you exhale carefully, your mind pleasantly fuzzy as gojo grabs onto your ass and encourages you to raise your hips for him. the other hand now holds onto his dripping dick to position it at your entrance â he runs it through your soaked folds a couple times and dips in and out of your hole. you make such a cute little noise when satoru starts to push into you, sucking him in so well and clenching around the circumference of his bulbous tip as if to trap him inside before youâve managed to sink down on him. it continues like that for a little while, satoru holding you up by your ass or your thighs while he patiently waits for you to take him the rest of the way.Â
he fucks you gently with the tip at first, getting you used to the delicious stretch to your pussy â despite the resistance he meets from how tight you are.
âthere you go babyâŠyou can take over now. sink down on me when youâre able to, kay?â satoru peppers your face in amusement while he watches you try to stabilise your breathing. thereâs a long way to go and youâre still so sensitive from your last orgasm. âhm, youâre so fuckinâ cute.â he muses, nipping at your cheek without any real bite.
âs-shut up,â you state through a pout, controlling your tears which only make your love snort affectionately. crescent moons from your nails take their shape in satoruâs milky shoulders, leaving pink indents in place as you slide further down his cock, taking inch by inch until youâre comfortably nestled at his balls. âsatoruâŠwhyâs there so much of you?â in reality, youâre not actually complaining â content with your ribbed walls kissing the prominent veins on his shaft. you clench around him experimentally, sending a ripple of desire through the man at your mercy and finally let him bottom out inside of you as your juices run down him.Â
he does nothing but smile lazily up at you, taking your wrists and coordinating them to rest on his chest for you to use as more comfortable leverage. as much as you like the way heâs pressed up against your insides â you find the strength to peel your hips away from satoruâs clothed thighs and thrust back down with a resounding, wet slap that echoes throughout the restaurant bathroom.Â
it should be criminal, maybe even illegal, how warm, tight and wet you are â as if youâre a virgin whoâs never been fucked before. he splutters and stammers as his overstimulated cockhead nudges against your silken walls and they quiver around him feverishly. he could charge you with a life sentence, keeping him jailed in your pretty pussy for life. âi know i said iâd let you ride me but god,â he whispers, trailing his fingers up the front of your dress. just as ice cold and ringed fingers circle your areolas from over the fabric, satoru thrusts up into you â driven insane by lust and desire, his eyes disappear onto the dark night of his skull. âcant help it⊠i wanna make you feel good. wanna fuck you.âÂ
thereâs no time for you to respond, no chance to wrack your brain for a witty comeback because youâre too busy focusing on trying to keep yourself seated in gojoâs lap. your eyes become misty and satoruâs voice becomes murky, breaths of exertion coasting over your lips and your skin as he sets a constant, almost bullying, pace to his slender hips as they barrage into your sex. itâs hard enough to pull squelching sounds from your messy pussy, and enough for the sound of his breederâs balls to reverberate between your working bodies.
in this position, satoru is able to hit deep â churn your gummy insides up and hit every pleasure spot your tiny fingers canât reach. youâre a slumped and helpless mess in his lap, pathetic, since you were the one who wanted to be on top in the first place. but neither of you mind it, satoru likes being able to take care of you like this, watch every contortion of your angelic face and twitch of your lips and flutter of your lashes as he pounds into you from below.Â
âthatâs it⊠thatâs it pretty girl,â he coos to you so softly, glancing up at you with massive silvery-blue eyes holding pure fixation for you. âyou want it so bad, letting me have you like this. i love it, i love yoââ he cuts himself off with a deep growl and reaches around the meat at your waist, your soft tummy as well as your plentiful skirts to graze your clit as arousal pearls over it â each brush at the swelling nub is calculated and catered exactly how you like, especially after falling into sheets with him so many times over the last two years. his touch treads softly on your body while he takes it slow, passionately ruining your insides.Â
you hiccup and a light sparks behind the sapphire frame of your loverâs eyes. he repeats the action, only this time pinching your clit before he carefully pulls you close and angles his hips into your g-spot a little more â worshipping your body like a queen on her throne. âlisten to that baby, your pussy sounds so pretty taking all of me.â gojo punctuates his words with deep, purposeful movements that have his achingly hot cock repeatedly jamming against that one particular spot. âyou need it like this, need me to always take the lead, hm? you act like youâre such a big girl, but really youâre just my needy little one.âÂ
satoru feeds you a mix of praise and light condescending remarks, keeping you under his spell just like always has. as if he were a pied piper using his darling moans to draw you in. he keeps you pacified like a baby with languid thrusts and sloppy kisses all over â barely giving you a moment to think independently. the hand wrapped around your waist keeps you anchored to gojo, teaching you dance in a sensual sticky grind that only lovers know how to do.
dropping your forehead to rest against his, you let out a blissful whimper. âsânot fair, you always⊠ah f-fuck! you always take control from me,â youâre supposed to be the one using satoru. using him to take your mind off of suguru while you remind the man of all the reasons he should love you openly and publicly. but, like always, you fall victim to the touch which causes you to blossom above satoru and the candied voice he uses that make sweet nectar pour from your abused little hole.
âitâs cause you adore me,â gojo tells you in a rough voice. states it like itâs fact written in a history book for lovers. you canât and donât have time to deny him â managing a weak whine of annoyance when his lips attach to the cliffs of your collar bones. his tongue rolls saliva over the area where he canât leave a physical mark, knowing that the white hot sensation will stick with you all night â making it just as good as any other forbidden hickey or stolen love bite. âyou love me, donât you?âÂ
âg-god yes!â neither of you have any idea what exactly it is youâre saying yes to â whether it be the way he pounds at your puffy, swollen mound or saying that you love him, it doesnât really matter. youâre both too far gone. you finally start to grind down on him again, using all of your strength to push past your overstimulation and match satoruâs toe-curling stream of thrusts, syncing up your cantering hips. every stroke of his cock within the depths of your silken, pulsating cunt earns you a muffled whine from him.Â
a fresh red tint begins to glow under the surface of your loverâs pale skin, the blood coursing through his veins and coagulating at his cheeks is dotted with love and lust hormones just like your own. the fact that heâs barely able to pull out of your selfish pussy means that thereâs a shine to his polyester clad thighs from your juices â the glisten barely catching under the artificial light in the bathroom.Â
everything overwhelms you, you feel like youâre drowning. fat beads of precum between your sore thighs begin to form because youâre clenching down on gojo so hard, his cock even fights itâs way to pull out of your addictive heat. you canât let him go, your body wonât let him go, dragging him into the routine of crazy intense and creamy sex â bulbous and purpling cockhead consistently digging into your g-spot. everything is so wrong but it feels so right â it doesnât make any sense but you feel so nice.Â
âyannoâŠâ satoru slurs over the heavy weight of saliva spreading through his mouth while he runs it. ââm so fucking lucky⊠to be the only man who gets to see you like this. whining so sweetly, legs all shaky, pussy so fucking wet.â appreciatively, his cruel cerulean gaze drops to where his milky cock disappears into your fat pussy and his digits move from your clit to spread your netherlips apart, putting the glaze of your essence that coats his rock hard girth on display.Â
gojo truly is so very lucky, to be the only man with the pleasure of jackhammering into you to his hearts content. heâs so lucky that there isnât anyone else you want aside from him, that all you want his for him to be better for you. he really should work on that. especially if he wants to be the only one who lives and breathes you for the rest of forever. on the contrary, you hate that he only sees your worth to him while fucking you â it makes bitterness simmer underneath the absolute depraved ecstasy you feel.Â
but youâre not giving satoru gojo up. not in this lifetime.Â
taking advantage of your hands planted firmly against gojoâs broad chest â you peel your sweaty thighs away from gojoâs trembling ones, his cock being tugged away from the snugness of your oozing, sopping mound. an incredulous gasp lays wet on the seam of the silver haired manâs lips. he misses you. he wants you so bad and thereâs no greater relief than when you slam back down onto his cock, hips cantering down so fast that he easily hits your womb. the force makes you both drool and you throw yourself forward to capture gojo in a messianic kiss between two lovers.Â
euphoria chillingly slips into your veins while you rock yourself against gojo feverishly, both of your chests heaving erratically from your love making. âyouâŠyou talk too much,â you mumble into his mouth, tongue rolling over his as if to swipe the words from his tongue. if he says anymore you wonât last any longer. you lick the salt from his lips, an obsessive glint in your eye â because satoru gojo is all that you want. âtalk way too muchâŠjust love me, just fuck me.âÂ
satoru wants to love you, itâs like heâs genetically coded to. he canât imagine being this in love with anyone else aside from you â but thereâs a selfish mental block on his mind that stops him from giving you the commitment you need. right now, in this moment, heâll give you the pieces of himself that he can. heâll make love to you, heâll make you see stars and galaxies, heâll do whatever he can to make you happy right here, right now.Â
sweat from the exertion of rutting into you pins his silvering locks to his forehead â it drips down the side of gojoâs face which you lovingly lick. your lover wraps both of his arms around your waist and pulls you in so that you nestle on his chest â giving you the leverage you need to pound yourself on curve of his cock, seeping viscous honey down his shaft. the scene is obscene, but thereâs love and adoration buzzing between your tangled limbs.Â
hearts sprinkle themselves amongst the flecks in your eyes as you look up at gojo and your pupils dilate at the chorus of skin slapping on skin, the pap pap pap of your swollen mound while your lover buries himself deep in your warmth â pulling unholy sounds from your angelic body. the toilet he sits on creaks beneath the force of your ministrations, threatening to break just like you might on top of your lover.Â
âiâd do anything for you, a-anything you wanted,â gojo counters, quivering beneath you with his hair sticking to your sweltering skin. itâs true, heâd rip stars from the sky and skyscrapers to the ground. his heart chases after your every desire. between frenzied bucks and mismatched smooches, the man swipes his fingertips over your pulsating clit â rubbing fat droplets of creamy precum into your folds and the sensitive nub. the whole time, he keeps you stuffed full of his cock, hardly pulling out each time you lift and drop yourself on his dick.Â
mewling like a pornstar, your hands shoot upwards and wring themselves in moonlight hair â a tell tale sign that youâre getting closer and closer to reaching cloud nine. ây-yeah? then make me cum, l-let me make a mess on your cock. please.â you plead, the back and forth of your cunt over gojoâs lap tampering with your system by sending orgasmic shockwaves through you.Â
âi gotcha, anything for you, beautiful. s-shit!â using his free hand, gojo grabs at the fat of your ass and pulls you up and down on his girth â giving him the room to pummel your pussy hard and fast. âyou squeeze me real tight when i act all desperate for you.âÂ
âa-arenât you? o-oh âtoru, right there!â you exclaim and ask all at once in one high pitched moan, failing to press for an answer while gojo bullies his way through your walls and right up to your womb. your clit smears over his hipbone, painting him with tube dulcet juices.Â
gojo builds up momentum inside of you, dragging his seedy tip along your ravaged walls from how deep heâs able to get inside of you. âi am⊠only god knows that i am. fuck, i wanna be yours, want this to last forever,â white starts to froth at the base of his dick, streaking all over your soiled folds as your cunt squirts copious amounts of essence each time his balls clap against you. âthink iâm gonna fuckinâ cum, might be inside.âÂ
âsatoru pleaseâŠâ your hips stutter above his, choking out gojoâs cock for fear life in an attempt to get him to fill you up to the brim with his seed. you tear up and he barely lets you off his twitching erection.Â
âi know baby, i fucking know â iâm right there with you. hold onto me. my fucking baby.â with the last of his energy, satoru assaults your pussy with a barrage of desperate thrusts, jerking you about in his lap. thatâs all either of you need before youâre thrown over the edge, rendering you limp, cum soaked messes in one anotherâs arms. the ropes in your lower tummy, that have been burning this entire time, finally begins to unravel.
the world around you blurs, your brain fucking lags and you actually fucking squirt. a scream rips through you and burns at the edges of your voice, following through your uncontrollable shakes. clear streams of arousal shoot from your sloppy, dirty cunt and pool in satoruâs dress pants â soaking him to the bone.Â
âthatâs it baby, give it to me. all of it, make a mess â want it all over me.â satoru goads hoarsely, losing control of his thrusts until they become uncoordinated and lackadaisical. âa-ah! oh! holy shit, mmm âm cumming baby. f-for youâŠâ the aftershocks of your high and little twitches from your heavenly hole trigger the white haired manâs orgasm. right before his release, his hand reaches up from toying with your sex to grab at your sapphire pendant â using the chain to yank you up into a sensual lip lock that seals his fate, practically pulling it off of you while you make out through his high.
hot, sticky and thick ropes of white seed spill into you â thereâs even so much of it that it overflows from your tiny entrance and oozes against your raw mound. youâre still cumming, forcing satoru out of you while he continues to flood your womb â what doesnât make it is left to smear over your thighs and poofy dress, glazing you in viscous cum.Â
still releasing in spurts, satoru carefully pulls out of you and leans back against the cool tile of the bathroom wall so that you slump against his chest â relaxed. warm content simmers in the air between your maze of limbs and you leak against one another sweetly.Â
âso much for fixing your necklace,â satoru jests over the static itching at your brain while you come down from your earth-shattering high.
you offer him up a dopey smile, all of the tension from earlier on in the night melting away when you look at him. âweâll have to hide it from suguru, so he doesnât notice. weâve been gone for a while too.â no matter what gojo puts you through, itâs always worth it for the way he makes you feel after sex.Â
warm, cherished and cared for.Â
just like suguru would want you to be.Â
âwell, whose fault is that, little one?â a chaste kiss is pressed against your hairline as satoru helps you to sit up in his lap â drawing back slightly to give you a once over and mirroring the way you grin at him with a toothy smirk. âlittle miss âwe donât have time.â â iâll have to fix your make up, canât have you walking back out there like iâve just rocked your shit.âÂ
despite his crude words, satoruâs gesture makes your chest bristle with happiness. âyouâre an idiot, satoru gojo.âÂ
âan idiot that you adore. an idiot who you like way too much,â he fires back childishly. âcâmere, let me get rid of the mess i made of you.âÂ
you do, like him too much, a little too much for your own good.Â
itâs twisted, the mere fact that satoru has such a hold on your heart that you canât seem to escape no matter how hard you tryâ and it only worsens when heâs good to you like this. so good with the way he helps you clean up, tends to your ruffled dress, redoes your smudged makeup and jokes with you while he dries his sex stained pants under the hand drier before you go back out to meet your family.Â
youâre a love sick fool when it comes to him.Â
and you have no idea how much thatâs going to change.Â
suguru geto was not an idiot.Â
his numerous academic accolades are enough evidence of that. in highschol he graduated with a GPA of 4.0% which only escalated by the time he got to college â which was like a breeze to him. by the time heâd finished his four year degree, there was an industry opportunity waiting for geto on the other side of all of his hard work and efforts.Â
it pleased him to know that people thought highly of his skills, appreciated the knit and grit and blood, sweat and tears he put into his work. he had a passion for seeking the truth, discovering the reasons and meanings for peopleâs actions â it was suguruâs calling. thatâs why he became a criminal defence lawyer.Â
why do people do what they do? why do people lie? why do people run and hide?Â
with all of suguru getoâs smarts and analytical skills â his ability it to think critically, you would think heâd have it all figured out by now.Â
suguru geto was not stupid.
so why is it that he canât figure out whatâs wrong with you? why youâve been so skittish and why this entire night? he knows you, his baby sister, like you were his own flesh and blood. like you were the back of his slightly calloused and hard working hand. you may have been adopted, you may not share the same DNA but suguru has lived with you and been raised with you long enough to know how your genetic code reacts to certain pressures and scenarios and situations.
youâre his little sister for christâs sake.Â
as you make your way back to your familyâs designated table, weaving between pedigree bred children and their families, waiters and waitresses working tired on their feet â he notices how the tension youâd been experiencing the whole night has suddenly dissipated from your body as if it were never there. your shoulders have dropped, your movements flow as loosely as your baby blue cupcake dress does, your eyes are bright and full of an energy suguru has only seen once in someone else.Â
another soul heâs grown up with.Â
the very idea makes him feel ill, the food on his plate suddenly becoming unappealing and bitter against the insides of his mouth. youâre not⊠you would neverâŠÂ
âhi,â you greet the table tentatively, the corners of your cocoa painted lips quirking up into a small smile. âdid i miss anything?âÂ
suguru forgoes answering you to ask his own question. âwhere have you been?âÂ
the chatter at your table dies down only just as your parents register your presence with the group once more â joining in on your conversation with your brother like a car merging lanes.Â
âoh! i was just in the bathroom⊠you know, girl stuff. powdering my nose.â you offer up as an excuse, twirling the end of your curled braids between your gentle fingers. a habit your brother knows youâve picked up when youâre shy, yet, content. âyou know how it goes.âÂ
his dark eyes sweep over your face. suguru doesnât know much about make-up, just that you like doing it. he had been the one to get you your first eyeshadow palette in your teen years but thatâs as far as he goes. everything seems to be in place, perfect, youâre beautiful as you always have been.
but thereâs a slight smudge to your lip combo that bleeds just past the curve of your cupidâs bow â out of place enough for geto to notice. the colour is different too. black instead of brown, as if youâve mixed up the lipsticks in a rush.
suguru tries not to dwell. he really does. dropping the topic and retreating to his dinner plate while you idly chat to your parents about your new job but something in his gut stirs â he remembers something.Â
gojo is nowhere to be seen and your pendent is missing.
you canât. youâd neverâŠ
as if on cue, the moonlight man returns to the party, loudly pulling out his seat and taking his place next to you once again. gojoâs hair is a mess, much messier than it was before⊠as if someone had roughed it up with desperate fingers. your chocolaty lip colour is smeared along his neck in deconstructed lip prints as if heâd tried to wash them away, dotted along the collar of his crisp white shirt too. the contrast of the colours make it blatantly obvious whatâs been going on too. the silver chain of your necklace hangs freely from his pocket.
âdid i miss anything?â he asks casually, despite how not-put-together he looks â much less in comparison to you, whoâd returned to dinner first.Â
it makes getoâs skin itch and crawl, the similarity between your words and gojoâs. he canât even think to reply, yet the words come tumbling out before he can stop them.
âwouldnât you like to know,â suguru snaps callously. âwhere have you been?â
âwanted to see if the little miss made it back to the table alright.â gojo lies smoothly, resting a large hand on your shoulder. geto notes the way he strokes your neck with his thumb. âyou know how she is, clueless without suguru, right?âÂ
your parents and gojo burst out into charmed laughter, adding to the bustle and ambience of the restaurant. suguruâs face only sours as your father chimeâs in next. âthis one probably raised her better than i did. he was so excited to have a little sister, wouldnât go anywhere without her.â itâs the alcohol that causes your father to blurt out the embarrassing memory â itâs sweet and cherished, but does nothing to help ease your brotherâs boiling fury as heâs patted on the back by his dad.
pet like a dog getting a treat.
a reward for taking care of you all these years.
âyeah, raised her to be smart and proper. thatâs why sheâs a graduate and not mooching off of us anymore.â geto seethes from your left.
from your right, satoru reaches for his crystal glass for a drink â only to realise that itâs empty. he next reaches for the bottle of moscato ordered for the table, and pours some for himself until it levels out at the rim of his glass. âouch suguru, way to hit a man where it hurts,â your âboyfriendâ whines petulantly, sipping the surface of his drink. âyou know i work for dad now, youâd be so proud. still making money, not mooching off of his.âÂ
you fiddle with your cutlery, the silverware awkwardly clattering against your plate while you finish off the steak youâd ordered. then, your mother breaks the tension.
âdoes anybody want to order dessert?â
satoru is quick to jump on her distraction train â enthusiastically nodding his head with silver locks flying about the place. âoh you know me, ma. i love a sweet lilâ thing, got a huge sweet tooth.â satoru chirps excitedly â as chipper as can be.
âthat you do dear boy, pick out anything youâd like.â your dad says in turn.
the silver haired stray at your table pretends to ponder before clapping his hands together â causing both you and geto to jerk at the sound.Â
âdaifuku!âÂ
âoh, thatâs been a recent favourite of our little girlâs, hasn't it darling?â mum gushes proudly. âreminds me so much of her.â
the anxiety in the back of your mind spikes to an all time high as your dragged into the conversation once more â suguru hot on your trail, close to uncovering it all. you shrink under the burning gazes of everyone at the table â your lover, your parents and your brother. satoru, of course, takes amusement in knowing you crave his favourite sweet even when youâre apart. geto is less than impressed.Â
you nod and gojo lets out a laugh that sets your soul alight and sends a shiver down your spine. âthatâs right, our girl is just the sweetest little thing.â he praises you, resting his cheek on a closed fist, gojoâs elbow sitting comfortably on the table while he stares over at you dreamily.
suguru geto was not a fool.
he could see right through the happenings before his very eyes. the way you looked up at satoru, your expression docile and pure, dark eyes glimmering and brimming with so much idolisation and worship for satoru, it was a look suguru had seen many times before. it was a look previously saved only for him â from little sister to older brother.Â
you stare up at gojo like he holds all of the worldâs secrets, like he could keep you safe from any and all types of harm, like you love him.
âiâll have what heâs having,â geto hears you murmuring airily, but thereâs static ringing in his ears and red flashing before his eyes â heâs that pissed off at his sudden realisation.Â
itâs only when his gaze flits to his best friend, his one and only, satoru gojo that the dam breaks and all of suguruâs emotions and epiphanies from the night come bursting out in shades of white hot fury. because satoru matches your expression, his blue ocean eyes drown you in love and he looks as though heâs won the fucking lottery. hazily and smugly grinning at you while the table discusses desserts.
the final puzzle piece that suguru has been looking for clicks into place.Â
it all hits him like a truck.
âoh you slick motherfuckerâŠâ suguru growls slowly, his words fighting through their prison of his gritted pearly white teeth. the syllables and their sound contrast heavily with the abrupt way in which your darker haired sibling stands from his chair â almost sending it flying to the floor as he slams a fist down onto the table. his other hand points accusingly towards your lover, and everyoneâs attention falls on him.Â
âsuguru what are youâ?â
âyou fucked her. didnât you?â
expressions of incredulousness morph on the faces of your dinner guests ( yourself included ), shocked by getoâs bellowing voice and stone cold glare. not to mention the callousness of his words. he knows. and itâs like youâve been doused in a bucket of ice water. he knows what you and satoru have been up to, the smoke has cleared and you can no longer hide from him.Â
âsuguru geto, mind your manners!â one of your parents snaps, but you canât quite place the voice â every sound in the restaurant blurs into one and your head swims with a dangerous mix of panic and alcohol. he knows. your mind screams, the pink and squishy organ dully thumping against itâs calcium cage â your skull.Â
âfuck manners,â he barks, suguruâs mouth beginning to froth like a dog rabid with rabies. his face hardens as if itâs been set in stone, while a storm clouds getoâs previously welcoming eyes. âanswer my question, satoru.â
innocently, yet with an air of confidence and patronisation, gojo tilts his head to the side like that of a puppy â his bright white teeth put on display as he smiles slow and softly as if to diffuse the situation with his charm. âi donât know what youâre talking aboutââ
âbullshit!â suguru fires back, his wrath beginning to boil over the edge like the restaurantâs signature slow cooked stew. he begins to roll up the white sleeves of his dress shirt â as if heâs preparing for a fight. one with his best friend. once the material is snug around the bulge in his bicep, your brother slams his hands down on the table once again, causing heads to turn and cutlery to clatter about the place. âthatâs fucking bullshit satoru and you know it. i can see it on you. i can smell it on you.â
in all your years of living with the geto family, becoming a part of it and finding your sense of belonging with them â youâve never seen your brother this angry, let alone see such red hot rage directed at someone he cares about. someone you care about too.Â
âsugu,â you whimper and stand, trying to direct his attention away from your lover boy. âsuguru itâs okay. itâs not what it looks likeâ!âÂ
another slam of his hands on the table slices through your meek words â causing you to jump out of your skin.Â
swirling black eyes hideous with anger and upset switch their attention to you â tearing you apart underneath their judgemental gaze. suguru has never looked at you like that. heâs always been so good to you, never been mad at you without cause or at least let you seen so. that was until today.
âi wasnât fucking talking to you. sit down and keep quiet. let your big brother handle this.â geto spits, the pain of his worded venom shooting painfully to your heart â causing tears to sting at your waterline.Â
âdonât fucking talk to her like that.â satoru keeps his voice low, in a tone youâve only ever heard him use with the guys hitting on you at college. itâs dark and threatening, but most of all, protective. protective over you. you never thought it would be thrown at suguru. he stands up too while you sink back down, catching a glimpse of your parentsâ worried stares from across the table.
onlookers in the restaurant are no different.Â
âso, you think you can speak for her now? since when did you two get so close, hm? did you two fuck? did i hit a sore spot, gojo? â a rich, sarcastic laugh reverberates from getoâs vocal chords. the whole scenario isâŠentertaining to him. his best friend, his brother of all people, fucking with his little sister â knowing how it would make him feel.Â
thereâs a beat of silence across the dinner table, consisting of nothing but death glares and heaving chests.
but then all of a sudden, satoru leans forward with his palms pressed flat against the tableâs surface â a sick smile twisting on his ever-soft and glossy pink lips as he jeers back at the younger male, taunting suguru.Â
âoh iâve been hitting her spots alright.â
you feel like youâve been doused in cold once again, the blood that had been flushing to your face, now freezing in your veins. the fact that satoru would reveal intimate details of your love or sex life to the light of day (let alone your older brother) should make you fall ill. yet, in some sick and twisted way it makes butterflies flap their dainty wings in your lower tummy.Â
because heâs admitting it, that he wants to be with you, to suguruâs face.Â
âweâve been closer than you could have ever imagined, suguru. nice and close, she outta have been swallowing me down.â satoru doubles down, because once he starts running his mouth, he can never stop.Â
stopping them both now would be futile. but your parents are watching, other guests and staff are watching. itâs humiliating. having the two men you care about most go at each other like this. âsatoru!â you squeal, desperate.
âoh you nasty motherfucker. so you did sleep with my sister.â geto growls before turning to you, furious. âhow long? and donât you dare lie to me.âÂ
âs-sugu, please. not here.â you start with a trembling voice, tears slipping down your cheeks freely while you look between the two men.Â
âi said how long!âÂ
the way your brother raises his voice at you causes you to flinch back into your shell and for satoru to push his way between you both protectively. he would never let you get hurt, he had promised you that. even if he had done so himself. he wasnât about to let suguru wound you too.Â
âyâgot cotton between your ears or something, suguru?â satoru makes himself tall and intimidating, towering over suguru. it was something that worked with everyone, scared them off from the person that was his and the one that he loved â you. but suguru wasnât buying that act. âi said. stop. fucking. talking to her like that.â each of his menacing words are punctuated by a shove to your brotherâs chest, each one taking a swing at your heart. you hate to see them hurting each other, you hate being in the middle of it all. suguru takes it all, as if heâs numb from the news, staggering back into another familyâs table â causing their glasses and dishes to collide and clatter about until it stops and gojo grabs at the collar of getoâs shirt. âif youâre gonna be mad and yell at someone, be mad at me.âÂ
satoru adjusts his grip on your brother, but his blue eyes beg for him to let it go. for you to all go home and figure this out somewhere else.Â
suguru just canât. his mind canât wrap around the idea that youâve been leaning on someone else this whole time â using someone else. sleeping with his best friend all this time. itâs not in his nature to be violent, geto has been perfect all his life and never veered from the correct path. he would never hit anyone. heâs never felt the urge to put his hands on someone, unlike satoru. but in that moment, looking at his best friend and feeling the blood pour from the open wound in his chest.Â
exasperated by the stab wound to the back, from both you and satoru.
âyouâre right,â the words taste like acid on suguruâs tongue as he grasps at gojoâs own collar with his green hand. never in a million years did he picture himself hating someone he loved with his whole heart. it physically pains him to even think about resenting you. it makes his vision shake and bleed with a dark red, he feels so irrevocably angry that he might hurt someone. âitâs you i should be pissed with.â
geto moves without thinking, every fibre of his being reverting back to manâs natural instinct as his fist connects harshly with the underside of gojoâs chin. the taller of the two stumbles back in shock â thick and temperate scarlet coating his pearly white teeth from where heâs bitten down on his tongue along with the force. satoru barely has time to react not before suguru is on him again; landing another punch square in his face â accompanied by a sickening crack.
your brother grabs at your lover, shaking him by the lapels of his now bloodied suit and you scream loud enough to lower the temperature of the dining hall and fill it with chills because suguru has always told you to look away from violence. and this time you couldnât.
you couldnât bare to look away from those beautiful blue eyes as they took a hit for you.Â
satoru sways backwards and forwards, clearly stunned at the force behind his best friendâs fists. he damn near collapses into the table behind him, causing the onlookers to yelp and cry out at his injured state. heâs got a busted lip, bruised cheeks and nose and heâs still the most beautiful man youâve ever seen.Â
âfuck, suguru!â gojoâs voice wobbles, he sounds wounded. both inside and out. âwhat the fuck?â eventually, he grounds himself, tongue darting out to lick the patch of crimson at the corner of his lip. he swipes his bloody nose on the back of his hand too â steeling his already hard, azure eyes.Â
âyou deserved it. pulling this shit with my sister? are you fucking insane? you could have had anyone elseââ suguru cracks his knuckles, shaking them out.Â
you feel as though youâre in the middle of a battle â one for your honour. words that leave battle scars are thrown from both gojo and geto on each side, swords of male ego clash at the centre and youâre nothing but a defenceless damsel in distress. what could you possibly do against the both of them? you think to throw yourself in between the two men as gojo stalks his way over to your brother in three scarily short stridesâŠbut your mother quickly wraps her arms around your shoulders and hugs you to her chest â keeping you away from the fight.Â
your father takes a stance in front of you both â he would interfere, but heâs not as young and as agile as he used to be. heâd get his teeth knocked in if he did.Â
âstop it! p-please! satoru donâtâ!â you screech and wail to him over the commotion of the gathering crowds. he ignores your calls, acting on his free will as satoruâs throws his own punch â another scream tears through the chamber of your chest just from witnessing suguruâs head snap to the side from its power. âsuguru!â
âfuck. you, gojo.â your brother slurs, wiping his own bleeding nose on the sleeve of his white shirt.
âfuck you right back, geto.âÂ
you did this. you caused this. if you had just heeded your brotherâs advice, he wouldnât be losing a friend. you wouldnât be losing someone you loved. you should have stayed away, you should haveâ
âi should have never trusted you!â comes your brotherâs vicious snarl, somehow managing to squirm free of satoruâs grip and using the last of his strength to push the silver haired male to the smooth marble.
satoru doesnât move, just barely managing to protect his head from the fall. heâs still bleeding, light headed but powered by his desire to protect you. kill for you. âi know! but we couldnât help it! it just happened!âÂ
suguru turns to you. âdid he take advantage of you? ever? how long has this been a thing?â
ân-no! never! s-satoru would never!â you gulp back a choked sob, hoping to put an end to the madness. stop the shattered glass and the people staring and the punches being thrown. youâre a terrible liar, geto knows that. he can see right through your thinly veiled lies â satoru isnât the type to just want someone. it comes with a price, the pieces of your heart worth more than gold to your brother. of course⊠at first it had been that way, satoru took what he wanted. but nowadays it feels different. feels like more.Â
ât-two years. it wasâŠit was all me. i-im the one who said i liked him first. i always have.â you continue slowly, hoping for the smallest twinkle of mercy in getoâs eyes. âplease suguâŠplease. this⊠this is enough. just leave him alone. iâll never talk to him again justâŠstop.âÂ
throughout your whole speech, tears and all, suguru remains towering over your boyfriend with both of their chests heaving, both of their shirts ripped and bloody. you think, for a moment, he might leave it at that â suguru will take your hand, lead you out of the restaurant and thatâll be it. satoru will be spared and youâll have sacrificed your feelings for him to save their friendship.Â
however, the tears that drip down the apples if your cheeks and streak through your makeup arenât enough. theyâre not enough to provide a barrier to gojoâs selfishness â even at his lowest, quite literally (lying weakly underneath suguru), he still thinks he can have it all. both you and his friend.Â
ât-that shitâs not true. she was a game to me at firstââ he begins to say, causing hurt to flash across your chest and for you to fall to your knees despite being in your motherâs unsteady grip.Â
he doesnât get to finish for geto takes the opportunity to straddle gojo â unleashing hit after hit on him like a meteor shower of pain. you donât think heâll stop until his knuckles are split.
âsuguru! s-stop it!â you cry.Â
people scream just like you but donât interfere. you donât even care that theyâre staring, you donât care what they think, all you care about are their well-being.Â
to your relief, satoru finds an interval â latching onto his âexâ best friendâs wrists with the last of his energy, effectively stopping him from landing anymore punches. âc-christ suguru, let me fucking finish,â satoru gargles on the blood pooling in his perfect, chatty mouth â using his grasp on suguru to push him into sitting on the floor too. âmaybe if you did, you wouldnât have missed this part,â the older of the two, gojo, spits the nasty mix of spit and blood at the youngerâs feet â using a second to regain his breath. he spares a second to look at you, shaking on your knees desperate to touch him and see if heâs okay. you donât know. you still donât know just how much satoru gojo is willing to sacrifice for you. you have no idea how much he loves you. so he says it. profoundly and loudly.Â
â⊠missed the part where i fell in love with her. hard and fast. couldnât even tell i was falling.â
geto slumps back on his knees, dropping his bruised and cut up knuckles between them with defeat. your entire body sags in relief, until youâre a mess of crumpled clothes, bones and tears.Â
heâs never told you that before. that he loves you.Â
âgod, satoruâŠfuck!â suguru exclaims, clearly exasperated. his rage has simmered to a stop, with only angst and anguish filling the air in his lungs. heâs realised now what this means. heâll never look at you or the satoru the same. the two people he loves most on this god forsaken earth. âsheâs my little sister!â
he sounds like heâs about to cry.
âi know.âÂ
âyou watched her grow up! we grew up together!â
âi know.âÂ
âyouâre five years older than her!âÂ
âi know, goddamn it!â satoru finally breaks the loop, his voice heavy with pain and exhaustion. âbut i love her and i canât help that. neither of us can.â
in the moment of silence that passes, where the audience calms down and suguru steps away from a bloody and beaten satoru â you rush to his side, sliding across the marble floor in your pretty dress to help your lover sit up properly. suguru looks down at you in desolation, his brows creased in the centre of his forehead unhappily. the expression makes you hug gojoâs head to your shoulder tightly in your own protective stance â crimson bleeding across blue fabric like ink in water, forming a hollow shade of purple.
âsheâs my little sisterâŠâ geto repeats solemnly, as if heâs watching your child-like innocence fade away in real time. heâs been looking out for you for so long that heâs failed to see what an adult youâve become. it doesnât make the betrayal hurt any less, though. âsheâsâŠsheâs still a kid.â he adds, swallowing the lump in his throat. âand now youâre fucking her?â
satoru shakes his head, easing himself from your grip as though to show you that heâs strong. strong enough for the both of you. âitâs not like that, and sheâs not a kid anymore. sheâs twenty two, suguru! she doesnât need you watching over her like some fucking hawk anymore. she can fuck me or whoever the fuck she wants.âÂ
and even though satoru is right â you hate that they both talk about you as if youâre not even there or autonomous enough to defend yourself.Â
âbut you know better.â geto goes on, his own defence becoming weaker and weaker â disintegrating like paper in water.Â
âwe both do!â finally finding your voice, you stand up from your position on the floor cradling satoru and move to stand in front of your brother â grabbing his hands with pleading doe eyes and tears on your cheeks. âw-weâre both adults who made the mistake of getting involved with each other behind your back. but we donât have to fight this out like childrenâŠplease just give us a chance, sugu. talk to him. talk to me. y-your little sisterâŠâ
geto sags again, he looks tired, but accepts your affection without a trace of doubt or hatred. he thumbs the backs of your hands, dark obsidian eyes gazing into your soul like a galaxy of black holes. your deep chocolatey eyes are met with a stare full of trust and admiration â something familiar, something that fills you with temporary relief.
you like to think that you know suguru geto.Â
heâs the smartest and most rational man youâve ever met. your brother has always been kind and tender, takes the time to really listen to people and think things through step by step. he never acts on instinct or brashness. those are all things you know about him.Â
you like to think that your older sibling knows you too.Â
that he would look at you and see your truth, how much you care for gojo and how you didnât mean for anyone to get hurt.Â
clearly, neither of you know each other as well as you once thought.Â
he sees gojo from over your shoulder, and the same sense of white hot betrayal washes over the dark haired man like an acid bath. he rips his hands away from yours as if heâs touched molten lava and youâve scalded the palms of his hands in which he used to love you, care for you and raise you.Â
a pained sound gargles in your throat as geto pulls away from you â his own mature, handsome face, equally as distraught. âi canât,â he mumbles quietly. ânot right now. iâm sorry.â his warmth is gone before you know it and heâs grabbing his belongings from your dinner table, bowing in apology to guests and staff and your parents.Â
âsuguru!â you gasp, tears stinging at your eyes once again. âsuguru wait!â
geto presses his thick, black leather wallet to your motherâs chest as he passes your parents, his suit coat half slung over his shoulder. âuse the black card to cover the bill for dinner and pay for the meals of the families whoâs tables we destroyed. iâll take care of any damages too â the owner was a client of mine.â he tells her softly, kissing her forehead.Â
âsuguruâ your sister!â
he doesnât turn back as he pushes his way through the crowd in order to reach the exit. âsheâs old enough to look after herself, right?â
âsuguru please.âÂ
you will yourself to chase after him, every cell in your body screaming at you to move while your heart and mind long for you to stay by satoruâs side.Â
youâre conflicted, you donât know who to choose.Â
and maybe itâs satoruâs selfishness, maybe heâs the one to blame for the rift in yours and suguruâs relationship â because when he succumbs to the bleeding and the injuries, and someone aside from you screams for an ambulance, you canât bring yourself to leave him.Â
like a bird in a cage, youâre trapped by satoruâs love.
or perhaps he was just taking advantage of your weak little heart like always.Â
being at home is supposed to bring you comfort, thereâs nothing like it.Â
your home is like a safe, full of precious memories locked away with a key that only you possess. if you push through the door youâre met with a gust of nostalgia â the sounds of childlike laughter as undertones to scolding parental voices. as you drift down the halls thereâs works of art made with crayola ink on the walls, and sometimes thereâs tears in that one little spot at the top of your stairs.Â
spices from your favourite home cooked meal burning on the stove top usually waft throughout the place, calming you down and filling you with warmth. you canât remember a time where the smells and aromatics of your home have failed to bring you back down to earth. they trigger waves of fondness and flashbulb memories of your father teaching you and suguru as siblings how to cook whenever your mother fell ill.
your home not only hosts heartfelt conversations between four people who love each other, but it speaks too. it would creak and groan and squeak with every step you took deeper inside, with each time you ran through it while being chased by your brother.Â
every single one of these moments, these sounds and scents theyâre all part of a precious network that make up the foundation of your home. plaster made of love and bricks born from happiness, all glued together by layers of forgiveness in the form of concrete. itâs a house full of happiness, your home is. made by your parents, suguru and you.Â
but right now you feel as if the roof of your home has caved in.
youâve been sitting outside of suguruâs bedroom for hours now. your pretty dress soaked in blood and your face in your own tears. you can hear him on the other side of the door â heâs talking to someone, no doubt looking for last minute flights or begging for one of his clientâs private jets. and youâre terrified because if he leaves like this you might never speak to one another again.Â
you donât want that, you canât have that. Â
you wonder where he might go â if itâll be some place you always planned to visit together when you were old enough. a trip abroad was something geto had promised you if you graduated. now here you were. graduated but without your big brother by your side. Paris, London, New York â all places you were meant to explore with your eldest sibling by your side.Â
though at this very moment, he was all the way on the other side of a door he had no intention of opening.
itâs like the entire world has collapsed and caved in on you â thereâs a hole starting to form in your heart that only suguru can fill and until today, as he begins to pull away from you, you hadnât realised how much space in your life he had occupied. you leaned heavily on your brother, he shielded you from experiences like this time and time again, and all you could do in return is fuck his best friend.Â
some grateful little sister you are.
your face burns with a fresh set of tears, hot at the centre and underneath the fat of your eye bags. youâre so dependent on him, you wonder how youâll cope when you move cities and start a real life outside of the shelter your brother had worked so hard to build for you. the very idea makes your insides twist and stomach turn. youâre not even sure if geto will want to keep in touch with you once either of you are gone.
leaning against his door, you paw at your wet face â hoping and praying that heâll hear you out. that he wonât leave you, because without suguru you have no one.Â
wait⊠thatâs not true.
thereâs still satoru. if he even wants you after all of this. if you even want him.
why is it that he chose this way to confess his love for you? why is it that he dragged you away from a family dinner to fuck you instead of just being honest? why was satoru so selfish?Â
he hurt you over and over again â left mental scars on you and treated them like open wounds, adding salt and citrus and whatever would sting just to make sure you kept on needing him and only him. he hurt you to make sure you loved him back and youâre sure he had no idea. thereâs an underlying guilt coursing through the blood in your system â guilt in letting satoru take all of the blame for falling out with suguru. especially when he defended you against your brotherâs switch up and acidic, toxic words. especially when heâs posted up in a hospital bed for his battle wounds â split lip, possible concussion, bruised eye sockets.Â
your white haired lover had tried to be brave for you when youâd left him at the hospital to come home and change. there was terror evident in each dark blue fleck in his baby blue eyes, anxiety wrapping around his heart at the idea of you just leaving him there. he thought you would be leaving him forever.
fuck. gojo was good to you, in so many bad ways. you wished that youâd never met him, that youâd never fallen for him either.Â
before your mind is fully able to slip away to your lover boy, the door to suguruâs bedroom clicks open softly â forcing you to scoot away from him so that he has room to step out. neither of you move â frozen in time like marble statues carved millennia ago. you look a mess and suguru looks like a clean slate. where your dress is blood and snot stained, your makeup smeared and eyes puffy â your older brother has been washed free of tonightâs grime, his cuts are plastered over and his knuckles bandaged. not a single dark, obsidian tendril of his hair is out of place either â perfectly tied back into his signature bun.
most importantly, thereâs not a trace of bitterness on his face â almost as if the events of tonight never even happened.Â
as if you never ruined his friendship with gojo or ruined his perception of you â his little sister.Â
yet, thereâs a glum sort of gleam to his dark eyes, heâs tired â heâs been thinking too hard, going through every step over and over again trying to piece together what he missed. why would you hide this from him? you hate how lost suguru looks. that you did this to him too.
he doesnât want to fight, not with you. not after satoru.
âiâm sorry,â you whisper, shifting to sit on your knees in front of him â as if youâre about to bow for getoâs forgiveness. âi should have never⊠i didnât mean toââ you pick at stray pieces of skin by the bed of your nails, flailing for words as you slip under the surface of your painstaking emotions. âiâmâŠiâmâŠâ
geto crouches down to your height, using one hand to wipe the tears from your big bambi eyes and another to tilt your chin up towards him gently. âsorry.â he finishes for you, flashing you his classic, loving smile. âitâs okayâŠjust give me time.âÂ
you nod shortly, your features twitching as you fight back the urge to cry again.Â
the older male clicks his tongue and shakes his head, the pad of his thumb swiping under your eyes gently. âoh no, none of that, donât cry for me.â as always, suguru comforts you and tends to you like a flower in need of nurture. âiâm sorry too, little one.âÂ
âa-are you leaving?âÂ
âfor a little while.â
your face crumples once again. âsuguruââ comes your childish huff as he stands â but before the elder geto can get very far, you latch onto his wrist in one last clingy attempt.Â
suguru shakes his head one more time, more vigorously as if heâs trying to get rid of his own tears â knowing that if he lets you continue and beg him to stay, he wonât have the chance he needs to heal. âi canât. i need time,â your brother says firmly, almost as if heâs scolding you. âyou canât expect me to get over it just like that. itâs not fair.â
youâre fully aware of that, selfishly choosing to ignore the fact â just like satoru would. life isnât fair, so you suppose this is lifeâs own way of punishing you for hurting your brother and causing him grief.Â
âsugu, please donât go.âÂ
âgive me a few weeks, a few months even, and iâll come back. i promise.â he sighs in response, practically begging you at this point. it kills him to leave his younger sibling just as much as it kills you to see him go. however, every time suguru lays his eyes upon you, all he feels is betrayal and loss. all he can see is his best friendâs hands ruining you. corrupting you. it almost makes suguru resent you, for taking a bite of an apple from the snake heâd warned you about. hating you is the last thing suguru wants. âi can do that for you because youâre my little sister. because i love you and deep down, youâre everything to me. but i just need to get over this first.âÂ
itâs because youâre his little sister that heâs even able to look at you. if you were anyone else, if you were satoru, dinner would have been it.Â
ââm sorry,â you whimper for the millionth time, in defeat, weakly allowing suguru to help you onto your feet. every fibre of your being tingles with the need to hug him, soothe him in the ways he would do for you â though you know better. thatâs not what he needs right now. geto needs you to let him go.
âi know,â geto hums sadly. he tucks your braids behind your ear, thumbing your cheek affectionately âyou should go to bed, itâs getting late.âÂ
he presses a lingering kiss into the baby hairs on the crown of your head as he softly grips your arms â using them to rotate you both until his back is to the door and yours is to the looming hallway.Â
âgoodnight,â you sniff meaningfully. a nostalgic feeling rushes over you, a sense of dĂ©jĂ vu â reminding you of the time when suguru first left for college.Â
suguru smiles again, disappearing into his room with a whispered. âgoodnight, little one.âÂ
and with that, heâs gone.Â
you only hope that heâll make good on his promise, forgive you and come back.Â
because as the saying goes â if you love someone let them go.Â
and if they come back to you, then theyâre yours. Â
after a hot shower, you find yourself taking heed of suguruâs advice and retreat back to the confines of your bedroom.Â
childlike walls covered in ugly green no longer make you laugh or provide you with an uplifting and evocative solace. instead, you feel more cold and alone, desperate to leave this life behind and move on to bigger and better things.Â
things that suguru had helped you to achieve.
while the scalding hot water had washed away any bloody stains from the night, any tears left on your cheeks â it did nothing to get rid of the slimy, gross feeling that you couldnât seem to reach. it spread underneath the surface of your skin like wildfire through a forest, over each crack and crevice in your mind, slipped through the gaps in your rib cage to target your lungs like a respiratory attack. it was the shame, the guilt and the grief for someone youâd lost who was still alive. all three emotions plagued you.Â
once safely behind your own bedroom door, shutting out your feelings about the night (after only half of them had swirled down the drain), you rest against its wooden frame â watching the droplets that were clinging to your supple skin drop to the ground as if they were the tears you didnât feel like crying anymore.Â
the towel around your exhausted frame drops to your ankles as you lethargically search your dresser for your favourite cocoa butter moisturiser. you work in silence, soothing the nightâs wounds as you prepare for bed like your bother had said. you slip on a set of pyjamas, tie your braids back with silk scrunchies and just as you hit the lights â thereâs a knock at your window.
you donât move, waiting to see if itâs your imagination or your mind playing tricks on you again.Â
but then, thereâs another dull thud and you whip around from your dresser to meet a pair of clear-sky blue eyes that catch light under the shining moon does enough to illuminate every curve and slope to his dainty features. gojo looks a little compared to when you left him in the hospital â whatever fluids theyâve given him have helped with the hollow, purple-ish dark circles under his eyes. a few cuts still litter the angelic curve to satoruâs face,Â
clutching the centre of your chest from under your sweatshirt (in an attempt to calm your beating heart) â you rush towards the source of the noise, tugging the latches of your window open. âsatoru,â you breathe, your entire body going lax once you realise who it is.
âhey you,â he grins, holding onto the upper body panel of the window while he waits for your permission to come in. even though your room is dark, painted with tendrils of pitch black, the silvering moon does enough to highlight each cut or slash across his pretty face. âmissed you.âÂ
slowly, you reach out to touch him. a single fingertip slides across gojoâs sharp jaw, so sharp that it could cut diamonds, before you angle his head from side to side â inspecting the injuries that hardly do anything to dampen his beauty.
âcan i come inside?â gojo asks cautiously. âitâs kinda cold out here.âÂ
blinking, you snap out of your reverie and shift backwards on your bed to make space for satoru to come through. he crawls into your room quietly like heâs done many times before, sneaking over to see you during your breaks from university, and shuts the window behind him.
the both of you stand still in the dark, hardly able to see each other, hardly able to tell what the other is thinking. satoru wonders if you hate him, if this is it for you and he. should he touch you? would you let him?
and as for you, youâre stuck between a rock and hard place. your body, as always, calls for gojo â yearns to be near him as if you havenât seen one another in a millennia. you know that heâs right there, you can hear his shallow and ragged breathing (probably from climbing up to your window) just centimetres away. heâs done so much to hurt you, ruin you⊠and yet you canât seem to resist him or stay away from him when you know that you should.Â
âi figured youâd want this back, thatâs why i came.â gojo mumbles, dangling the chain of your necklace in front of you. you reach out to take it and your boyfriend lets go, but the jewellery hits the ground and you ignore itâs metallic clatter.
âsatoru gojoâŠâ you whimper, instead, taking a step forward into the void â your hands touch on his tiny waist before travelling upwards over his creased button up shirt to settle at the silver haired manâs broad shoulders. he groans low at the feeling of your nails raking across them from over the fabric, reaching higher to scratch at his scalp through the baby hairs on his neck. even though satoru remains stiff and hesitant at first, itâs an intimate moment, youâre hardly able to see each other while being pressed so close together â desperate and longing. gojo finally relaxes and grabs the fat at your waist, pulling your hips flush against his own.Â
you stand on your tiptoes and use your grip on his hair to tug gojo down to your height â your lips a breathâs width away from each other. heâs so close that you can feel his breath coast along the seams of your lips.Â
âwhat have you done to me?â you finish, whispering.
god, satoru wishes that he knew. he has no idea himself, the kind of power and hold that he has over you. âi donât fucking know,â he finds himself saying, meeting you the rest of the way as he leans down to capture your mouth in a messy, searing hot kiss. âi donât wanna know. just let me kiss you.âÂ
âmhm,â you all but whine in reply, wrapping your arms around satoruâs neck as he feverishly licks into the hot, wet cavern of your mouth. he feeds you his moans, one by one, pouring his apologies and unspoken words past your lips and into your soul. gojo canât speak with your tongue in his mouth, heâs spent all night plagued by thoughts of you â wondering if heâd done the right thing by telling suguru, if he should have kept his mouth shut and his hands off you. if he should have done it properly.
he fucks everything up â especially the things that he loves. gojo wouldnât be surprised if you were done with his bullshit now. heâd make the most of what youâre willing to give him for the moment.Â
your lips grow sticky with the layers of spit swapped between you and you can taste him on you. in your mouth, on your tongue. he tastes like cold peppermint and wisps of pink wine. he feels like heaven under your fingers, his hair soft like the feathers of godâs favourite angel. you inhale the hint of his aftershave from his clothes, let it drift over your mind as well. heâs toxic, bad for your lungs like a vape or the chemicals from something else addictive. perhaps youâre smelling gasoline, the kind that satoru uses to start a fire in your lower belly.Â
you shouldnât be doing this, not again, not here, not with suguru across the hall about to leave you. but you canât help it, satoruâs become your everything and you feel that you might not be able to live without him too. âsatoru,â your arm shoots to wrap around his neck, hardly allowing the man to pull away from you and breathe. your movements are so fast that gojo stumbles and holds you tighter to catch his balance. though it might be because heâs afraid youâll disappear. âsatoru, satoru, satoru pleaseâŠâ
youâve no idea what youâre even begging for, just chanting his name between bruising kisses, his tongue sloppily gliding over yours while he fights to pull away from your intoxicating lip locks. âdonât beg, baby,â he grunts hot and heavy, dragging a thumb over your swollen lips. âgod, please donât fuckinâ beg. you have no idea what it does to me.âÂ
âbut i need you,â closing your lips around the tip of his thumb, you suck gently and it causes satoru to grow weak in the knees â dizzy from the sensation. âand i love youâŠâ
âfuck, iââ gojo swallows thickly, watching you like a hawk as you suck on him salaciously. âiâm right hereâŠlove you too. now jump for me, baby.â comes his loving command, pulling the digit from the prison of your hot mouth. if he could, heâd take a life sentence to stay between your lips.Â
following gojoâs lead, you leap upwards into his hold â allowing satoru to grope at your fleshy ass as he hoists you up. a pathetic bleat escapes his saliva laden lips when your thighs wrap securely around his waist, pussy slotting against satoruâs crotch while he carries you to sit on your dresser.Â
after setting you down, satoru places a palm on the mirror above your head, steadying himself as lust and love for you and only you overwhelms him until heâs nothing but a shaky mess. a man that could be brought to his knees with just one look from you. his head drops to your neck, breath balmy against the surface of your skin, long white lashes tickling you there too.Â
he grows enchanted by your steady pulse, pulled in my each of your little whimpers. a mop of silver hair descends upon your flesh, the taste buds on satoruâs pink, eager tongue mapping out your taste to commit to memory. he wants to remember your flavour forever â treating this as if itâs the last time heâll ever touch you.Â
âyouâŠyou asked me what it is that iâve done to you. ân i told you that i⊠fuck, that i didnât know,â gojo pants, a rosy blush spreading across the bridge of his nose and cheeks. one âbut i can tell you exactly what it is that you do to me...â your lover looks down at you like a man drunk or high, facing an addiction he wonât be able to quit. it does something to you, drags crazed sex hormones from your brain right down to your pulsating clit.Â
the temperature in the room rises, boiling and bubbling â the particles in the air teaming with so much desire, buzzing around with an equal amount of kinetic energy. âyouâve ruined me,â he mumbles wistfully, a man charmed. gojo leaves a wet trail over your pulse point, slowly sinking his teeth into the area. thereâs a gentleness to the way that he leaves his mark on you â panting like a wet dog as he does so. âyou make me want to take care of you. youâve got me so fucked up that i canât tell whatâs up or downâŠ.â he moans into the sweltering ambience of the room.
satoru forces himself against you and you gasp, head hitting the mirror because you can feel how hard he is against the crotch of your night shorts. âi want to be your everything,â his selfish tendencies seep through into his actions, love bites gojo works against your neck become more prominent and harsher â as if to get his point across or through your head. he wants you to know how much he wants you. âjust like i know that iâm yours.âÂ
itâs true. he is.Â
the very phrase make your hips buck up into his, a wave of slick pooling between your folds as they catch on the print of gojoâs dick. âf-fuckâŠâ the tail end of your words end in a lost whine, too turned on by gojoâs desperation for you. only you.Â
âi love you,â he whispers, voice silky smooth while continuing to ravish your neck and collar bones with shades of deep purple and blue. gojoâs large hands sneak down to your waistband to pull your shorts off and on instinct, you do the same â a nagging craving for more of him taking over you once again. âlike no one before. dunno why i didnât say it earlier, donât know why i didnât wanna show you off.âÂ
satoru tugs your panties to one side, wedging them behind your swollen pussy lips and exposing your quivering mound to the night air. even though the room is dark, he can still see the glisten of your arousal and whines wildly from deep within his chest at the sight â urging you to yank down his boxers too.Â
circling your hips up to meet his, the both of you hiss in unison as your leaky, sopping sexes come into contact for the second time that night. it feels right. just having the length of gojoâs heavy shaft nestled between your sticky folds â itâs natural, as if youâre made for one another despite fate not wanting you to be together. his tip spurts early traces of precum against your slit in another form of marking, hot and creamy against you while the scent of sex begins to waft through the air.Â
itâll never matter how much you try to resist satoru, for as long as heâs around, youâll fall into this twisted little routine â a repeat offence of betraying your brother. your nails come up to dig crescent moons into his milky toned and strong arms, gritting your teeth at the pleasure beginning to wash over and drown you. âs-shit babyââ gojo mewls through a pout, finally giving up on biting and sucking at your neck to rest his sweaty forehead against your own. âjust wanna be good to youâŠwanna be enough for you. p-promise iâll give my everything just tâbe the one takinâ care of you.âÂ
satoru slurs his words but the very promise sounds like a dream for you. itâll be everything youâve ever wanted out of the man, all youâve ever asked for in all these two years of fucking around. to be equals, to be his partner for the world to see. although, a tiny seed of doubt begins to sprout in the back of your mind â youâre not even sure if itâs true, if satoruâs just making empty promises to get you like this, to manipulate you into staying after messing everything up with your brother.Â
could he take care of you like suguru did? could you trust him to do that?Â
your jaw goes slack as gojo drags his hips back and forth, back and forth, the pretty blue veins wrapped around his cock running over your clit â stimulating you into a weakened stupor. milky droplets of pre glaze the length of your dripping cunt, satoru rubbing it in the more he grinds into you.Â
the dance of your bodies is toxic and never ending, the way you rock into each other in perfect harmony causing your dresser to delicately thud against your bedroom walls. âd-do you promise, âtoru?â you gasp, biting down on your lower lip hard enough to draw blood, as though to stop yourself from crying out loud from the electric current of pleasure he gives you. ây-you have to promise me.âÂ
silvery white brows knit together in the centre of satoruâs forehead, making him look pathetic. his hand forces itâs way between both of your tight and tangled limbs to grab hold of his bright red an, bulbous cockhead and circle it against your pulsating clit â dragging it up and down until it grazes your hole.
he damn near chokes on a glob of spit when you unconsciously clench around him â a loud simper bubbling up on the edge of his pretty pink lips. youâre quick to lean forward, practically slamming a hand over satoruâs eager mouth to keep him quiet.Â
âp-promise me.â you repeat wetly, panting out the syllables as his dick slots perfectly against your wetness â both of you move with vigour and hushed whimpers and moans, satoru chasing after your soused sex like a hungry animal. you feel like youâre going fucking insane beneath him, watching as his tie to sanity starts to dissolve into thin air just from the way your pissy drips all over him with treacle-like juices.
no one on this earth could make satoru gojo give this up. give you up. not your parents, not his, not your brother. heâd rather die than let another person have you in the way that he does right now, where you rut your hips into his in one fluid motion. even if his heart breaks and his muscles ache â he canâtâŠhe wonât stop giving you his all, wonât stop making you see fucking stars.Â
a pressure begins to build just above your pelvis â brought forth by gojo bullying your pleasure nub with his sopping dick. itâs obvious how close youâre getting, your puckered hole gushing all over him and clenching on nothing. but itâs not like the man above you is in a better state â youâve wrecked gojo, sent the man to high heavens and brought him back down to earth all at once. youâve shown satoru that heâs worthy of being loved, that heâs capable of doing the same. the realisation only adds to the intensity of your sinful movements underneath the watchful eye of the moon.Â
tears spring to his brilliant blue eyes, another clamorous sob breaking free from your hands over his mouth â making you clasp him tighter. everything is so intense and emotional, pleasure mounting like bricks for both of you. youâre shaky in one anotherâs hold, sticky against each other while your arousals lube everything up and make the whole ordeal wetter. it really does feel like a crescendo, the highest point of an orchestraâs song â where your bodies are the instruments played by one another.Â
âsatoru,â you repeat his name, warning him, begging him to focus through the thick fog of love, lust and desire clouding his brain.Â
âi-iââ gojo chokes down his feelings, slamming his other hand on the dresser behind you to trap you in underneath him â his hips never let up, however, roughly snapping into yours. âi promise. i promise, baby â always will, fuckinâ swear it.â he mumbles under his breath against the palm of your hand.Â
and thatâs all either of you need to hear for the dam to break.Â
gojoâs rhythm falters, his hips stuttering as he succumbs to you and he hits his high. he lets out a cry of your name so genuine it pulls at your heart strings and you slip under the surface of ecstasyâs ocean â letting it fill your lungs as you cum too. you screw your eyes shut with the white light that blinds you through your orgasm â afraid of what may lie on the other side of this world-ending sensation. you donât want the reality that awaits you. you donât want to have to wake up from this little dream youâve created with satoru.Â
speaking of, the white haired man collapses over you in a fit of shakes and shivers â ropes of his white seed coating your aching mound. thereâs so much for it, all caused by and for you. he doesnât stop rutting into you, even though itâs sensitive, but wraps his arms around your head just to comfort you through it. hugging you to him while you both come down.Â
heâs good to you, so good in this moment, but you have no idea if this will translate past tonight.Â
âcan i fuck you?â he asks through ragged breathing. âjust a little bit, wonât be long. just wanna make you feel good again, youâre so pretty when youâre moaning and feeling so fucking good on my cock.âÂ
you wince with overstimulation as satoru starts to rub his shaft against you all over again, working it up to another ripe and pulsating erection just for you. earlier, you had wished the night would last a little longer, so you could love him a little harder and here satoru gojo was â making all but one of your dreams come true. âh-hurry,â you whinge into his shoulder, your teeth sinking into the milky flesh as though to keep yourself quiet. âdonât make me wait.â
ânever baby, youâre too pretty for me to be patient,â in one fail swoop, satoru nudges his tip inside of you â instantly filling you to the brim with sticky, sloppy cock and drawing a needy gasp from you. âyanno, youâre so cute when you take my dick, such a beautiful baby. no one compares to you.âÂ
you know that he might just be running his mouth to fuck you sweet again, telling you all of the things you want to hear â but you canât help but want gojo closer and wrap your legs around his waist, using the heels of your feet to push him closer to the point where his cum-covered cockhead is brushing against your womb.
with fluttering eyelashes, your mouth falls into an âoâ shape and a silent mewl escapes you â it doesnât take long for your partner to fall into the perfect pace, fuelled by his desire to make you both cum again and his need to chase the stinging, delicious pain he gets from chasing overstimulation. âd-did you get tighter baby? youâre fuckinâ choking me out here,â satoru grunts against your sweaty hairline, ramming his hips into your clenching cunt that practically squirts a crude mix of your remaining orgasms. âyou gonna milk me? make me fill you up again?â
ây-yes! please satoruâŠdonât stop!â you whine in harmony with his moans as they rise in pitch â higher and higher until theyâre whistle tone, scratching tigers marks down his muscled back. the touch drives gojo insane, activating something primal in him to the point where you once again have to cover his mouth with wet kisses. if he didnât love you, then the simple gesture wouldnât cause him lose his tether to the real world fucking you like this.Â
if it was only a touch, why did it ruin him?
juices and thick waves of cum that had once coated your throbbing cunt now slosh over your dresser that dully thuds against your bedroom wall â over and over again the faster gojoâs hips pound into yours. the sound of skin on skin overwhelms all of your senses, youâre stimulated beyond belief and youâre crying from multiple placesâŠitâs almost too much for your poor ravaged body to handle.Â
âiâll n-never stopâŠfuuuck baby, as long as iâve got you. âm never stoppinââŠnever stoppinâ⊠n-neverââ your man chants, crying into your mouth and the hot lustful buzzing hair between you when grab his ass so that he can fuck you deeper. the slit at his cockhead is overloaded with viscous precum, smearing it along your inner and gushing ribbed walls â claiming your insides for the second time that night.Â
your hips run from the pleasure that you crave and that satoru gives to you â cross eyed and panting from above you like a wet dog. thereâs no need for him to run from you though, you wonât let him, not when he needs to be loved by you. someone who cares for satoru gojo despite all of his mistakes. Â
a creamy ring begins to form at the base of satoruâs swelling cock, all white and frothy from where heâs been churning your guts up lovingly â pounding his earlier orgasm inside of you as if to make it stick. your clit grinds against his smooth pelvis, dragging you by the ankle to another world-altering orgasm and his balls slap wetly against the curve of your fleshy ass.Â
satoru adjusts your body against the dresser so that the curve of your spine rests on the table and heâs able to hike your legs over his shoulders so he can bully that one special spot only he can reach. your knees meet your chest, breasts bouncing beneath them from the force of the white haired manâs chest. âg-god, youâreâŠyouâre fucking me too good,â you gargle, hands in his sweaty mass of silver hair as you tug gojo implausibly closer. âi wanna cumâŠare you there? c-can i cum, âtoru?â
pressing his forehead to yours, satoru nods feverishly. âright behind you, baby. where do you want it?â thereâs a fluid roll to your manâs hips, his cock dipping in and out of your fluttering entrance so fast and so good that youâre sure youâre about to lose consciousness. âhow about inside? how âbout you lemme leave somethinâ with you?â clear, thick strings tie your clenching pussy to satoruâs cum glazed shaft â glistening under the nightâs natural light. you canât wait for there to be more of him inside you. âtouch your clit for me baby, make yourself cum on my dick.âÂ
you do as your told, fumbling between your salt-licked entangled limbs for the little nub between your swollen folds. immediately pressing down on it, you find yourself tightening around gojo while he grinds harshly against your g-spot and moans breathily against your Cupidâs bow since your foreheads are still pressed together.Â
âs-saâŠsatoru! âmâŠiâm cumming!â one look at him, completely destroyed by you, is all it takes to send you flying to cloud nine â your stomach lurches and your eyes roll back into the dark depths of your skull as you cum one more time for your lover. clear streams of your essence squirt steadily from your cunt, bathing satoru in your orgasm while you succumb to overstimulation.Â
his tummy and thighs are doused in your precious liquid as you quietly scream his name â all of these senses serve to trigger his own orgasm. âcâmon, thatâs it little one. give it to me, i gotcha. want it all over me,â gojo smirks against your lips, peppering them with soft kisses while he wrecks and bullies your insides in an attempt to cum himself. âoooh, fuck. i love you, i love you, i love you.â
just like he promised, satoru gives you another hot load â failing to stop fucking you through either of your highs. he loses control of his hips, allowing them to languidly and uncoordinatedly rut into you â pushing his seed further up your silken walls until your cunt is covered in a layer of white. thereâs so much of it that white drips his balls and inner thighs, as well as down to your puckered asshole. maybe itâs a little crude if him, but satoruâs lengthy fingers gather what you leak and smears it against your lips â kissing you there, sucking your mixed flavours from your eager mouth.
itâs only while you calm down from your orgasms that things start to changeâŠdrastically.Â
even as satoru kisses your hairline and whispers praises against it, rocking you back and forth as you twitch with the aftershocks of your orgasm â the fear comes rushing back.Â
the post-orgasmic clarity hits.
the tears start flowing once more and you realise that youâre so, so tired of it all.
yellow and artificial light from down the hall seeps through the gap underneath your door, accompanied by footsteps. youâve no doubt that someone in your home is awake, maybe your mum going for her late night glass of water, your dad for the loo or maybe even suguru. for his flight. the light is glaring and illuminates your room â highlighting the nightâs mistake. satoru.Â
when the footsteps recede and the light dims down, you let out a breath you hadnât realised you were holding â your silent tears blooming into quiet hiccups that you have no control over. âh-hey,â he cups your face, wiping at your eyes just like your brother had done before shutting you out. âhey pretty girl, whatâs the matter? did i hurt you? was that too muchâ?â
slicing through gojoâs words, you find the strength to speak even if it hurts to reveal the truth. itâs like ripping off a bandaid, âhow do i know that you really mean all this? that youâre going to keep your promise, âtoru?â
âw-what?âÂ
âi canât do this!â you snap as loudly as your voice will allow you to. you donât want to wake anyone else up nor get caught by your brother with your pants down for the man who betrayed his trust. not to mention, nearly getting him to hate you. âyou promised to take care of me. just like suguru would, while we were basically having sex â how am i supposed to trust that?â it sounds crazy coming from your mouth, doubting satoru even after the intimate moments that youâve just shared. however, youâve been around this block with him too many times, you know the signs off by heart, youâve memorised the cracks in his resolve as if theyâre those in the pavement. the ones people tell you not to step on to avoid bad luck.Â
you feel unlucky, you feel played and naive. you saw all the warnings and wilfully ignored them because you liked the way satoru loved before he knew the weight of the word. âhow am i supposed to trust you?â you add, voice wavering.
satoru canât seem to find an excuse â maybe because his brain is too fucked out or maybe because heâs shocked that youâre not just blindly trusting him anymore. he always thought things would be easy with you, that this nightmare would be over quick⊠and youâd take him back just like that. perhaps the dinner was your wake up call. âi donât⊠i donât know, i justâŠâ he selfishly expects you to believe him. âyou know me. you love me and i love you, canât that be enough?âÂ
âyouâve never given me enough, satoru! itâs only now that youâre realising you want me as more than just your⊠your plaything! when iâm all you have left and suguru is gone with the wind!â you want to push him away but satoru is rooted in front of you, his presence sturdy unlike before. âyou say that you love me, and i think i believe itâŠbut itâs so hard to trust you. to not think that this is just an impulse.âÂ
âiâd wanna be with you even if suguru stayed, i always do. it kills me to be away from you!â satoru fires back, scrambling for somethingâŠanything thatâll make you see just how badly he means it when he says he loves you and wants you. that itâs not because heâs afraid of being alone. âi fucked this up, with you and with suguru. but iâve known for a long time that iâve wanted you, needed you to be mine and more than just a fling!âÂ
you look away, face twisting with pain. âiâŠi donât believe that.âÂ
âthen let me prove it,â the words rush right out of gojoâs mouth, faster than his brain can catch up â his anxiety spiking at the thought of you abandoning what you have together. abandoning him. âmove in with me, come with me. iâll get us a place in the city where your new job is, iâll get my dad to transfer me to a closer branch of Gojo Corp⊠just let me show you how much i want to make this work â even if it means losing suguru.âÂ
satoru grabs your chin and tilts your gaze back over to him â but you canât even look him in the eye.Â
instead, your face burns, hot as your vision swims with another wave of tears. âi need your honesty, satoru. no more empty promises, no more false hopes.â he can see it in you now, how exhausted you are with the game of cat and mouse youâve been playing all this time. you just want to be loved without constraint and satoru comes with so much baggage heâll only weigh you down when you try to fly from the nest. it wouldnât be fair. âi need you to choose. would you really give it all up for me? your reputation, your lifestyle, your best friend?âÂ
satoruâs wants to be selfish, desperately so. itâs all heâs ever known. taking and taking until his partner at the time is nothing but a husk of the person they once were. the difference this time is that he actually loves you, cares for you and would kill for you. heâs already taken so much from your youthful bright eyes.Â
he would hate to take your spark too.
so satoru gojo decides to weigh up his options.Â
either lose it all and keep you as his or lose you while the wounds heâs inflicted on everyone else heal.Â
if you love someone, then let them go. if they come back to you, theyâre yours.Â
âthen⊠then iâm sorry. for not being more honest. youâre right in every sense of the wordâŠi canât give this up,â gojo says simply, watching the light and hope in your eyes die out. âi think itâs best if we end it here and i let you go.âÂ
so reddit, AITA?Â
UPDATE - AITA (27M) FOR FUCKING MY BEST FRIEND'S (26M) LITTLE SISTER (22F)? hey reddit. long time no see, i got a lot of attention on this post and undoubtedly you all decided that i was the asshole. iâve done some work on myself and now i see that i was 100% in the wrong. iâll spare you the boring details, because i know thatâs not what youâre here for. i didn't want to leave anyone hanging, so hereâs a quick update on where the three of us are at, one year later. iâll start by saying â we broke up. i made the call so now sheâs seeing someone else, and itâs serious.Â
in another lifetime, satoru would have chosen to be with you.Â
heâs certain that in another wonderfully weird and wacky universe â nothing would have stopped you from being that happy couple you wanted to be so badly. suguru might have even accepted your relationship, or maybe he would have died and his final wish would have been for the white haired man to make you happy.Â
that is something satoru will never know. the idea comforts him whenever heâs left alone with his thoughts for a little too long.
however, this isnât another lifetime. this isnât a different universe. this is the reality where satoru gojo had broken up with you right after your graduation.Â
he did it so that he wouldnât come off as selfish â so that you had a chance to fix things with his ex best friend (and your brother) before it was too late. it was the least he could do after taking advantage of you, corrupting you against all of suguruâs wishes â but that didnât make gojo any better of a man nor a knight in shining armour. he was still a shifty guy.Â
still selfish, though, the decision was made with satoru still in mind.Â
the night heâd broken up with you obviously ended in tears. to you, it was the end of your life â losing your first love, and you couldnât even be blamed. you were only twenty two, your reaction was justified. suguru had been right in that sense, you were innocent and your heart needed to be protected, satoru had definitely taken advantage of that.Â
you were kind enough to let your then ex stay the night â as long as he was back in the hospital and gone by the morning. satoru never knew what transpired the next day, as you were quick to block him on everything, and you had every right.Â
he made his choice and his bed, now he had to lie in it too.
geto did leave, gojo knows that much, having seen his best friend take up work at a law firm in the US. geto had since been low contact with him. as did the rest of your family. again, it was for the best â even if it did hurt and cause gojo to bury himself within his fatherâs company, working himself to the bone every day just as a distraction.
through the grapevine of CEOs and higher ups, satoru learns that youâve followed in your brotherâs footsteps and made your way over to the land of the free. the magazine you worked for, Heavenly Pact, was getting ready to start an american edition and word had travelled that you were going to be the head of their new office on that side of the pond. gojo was proud, excited for you â you were excelling in your career all on your own, he was glad that he hadnât ruined that for you too.
being in the states from time to time, satoru often wondered if there would ever be a time where he ran into you. would you be happy to see him? would you even want to talk? what would he even say?
âiâm sorry for fucking you for fun and fumbling the bag â almost destroying your relationship with your brother when i caught feelingsâ wouldnât exactly fly well with you, he was sure.
it didnât end up mattering anyways, because when gojo does eventually bump into you during business hours â he almost doesnât recognise you. heâs in New York for some big, fancy corporate meeting about mergers and acquisitions, whatever his father had put into the file gojo was skim reading on his phone at the last minute, right before making his way up to the conference room.Â
the elevator taking him there stood about six floors shy of satoruâs destination and a young woman enters like a hurricane â bringing with her a whirlwind of paperwork and notebooks. âi-iâm sorry.â the young woman stutters from behind her pile of belongings, out of breath from seemingly running for the elevator. âcould you press the button for my floor? i would do it myself, butâŠâÂ
thereâs a strain in her voice that makes gojo chuckle to himself, reaching past her so that his fingertips brush over the cool and luminous buttons for each floor. âare you going up?âÂ
âdown actually⊠you?âÂ
âup âm afraid, but headed to the top floor. so this elevatorâs probably going to head straight down to wherever you need to be afterwards.â he offers up apologetically. he swears the tonation to her voice sounds familiar, itâs soft and sugarcoated notes stirring up a warm feeling in gojoâs tummy.
âthatâs fine by me, iâm running ahead of schedule anyway. floor eleven for me, please.âÂ
gojo does as heâs told, pressing the button for the eleventh floor â he has to reach past the woman in order to do so. his vigilant blue eyes catch a glimpse of the fashion photography stacked in her arms amongst sketches and other designs while the scent of her perfume strikes a dizzying recognition within the white haired man. undertones of vanilla with subtle floral scents make gojoâs stomach turn and light bulb memories of those precious two years flash behind tired cerulean eyes.Â
he knows you, he thinks, all too well.
he says your name under his breath as though heâs keeping a secret and you freeze â no longer sorting through the papers flying about the place. when you look up and your eyes meet, you feel like the world has stopped spinning and that itâs just the two of you, frozen in time.
âsatoru,â you breathe and quite plainly, as if youâre holding back any emotion you feel towards your exâŠbut then you smile, and itâs so vibrant satoru feels like he might go blind. not a trace of resentment in those big, beautiful brown eyes. âitâs been a while.âÂ
youâve changed a lot in only a year. while your face still holds its youthful innocence, except your eyes reflect growth and maturity â perhaps a little bit of exhaustion from how hard youâve been working on your new job. youâre still as beautiful as the day gojo left you, but perhaps even more so. your light glows instead of dulls, most likely because youâre free. heâs no longer holding you back with a jail sentence of his selfishness. youâve been able to live your life properly, just as someone your age should.Â
it would be wrong for him to interfere with your newfound happiness.
turning on his heel, satoru faces forward and avoids your gaze â continually repeating the mantra âsheâd be better off without you.â to stop himself from reaching out and touching you like he so desperately wants to. he misses you, that much is a fact, but that doesnât mean he no longer craves to be with you, breathe you in, be by our side.
satoru had let you go three-hundred and sixty-five days ago with the hopes of you coming back to him. Â
maybe this was it.
you donât take kindly to being ignored, leaning forward with your papers and files tucked securely against your chest in order to garner his attention. satoru adjusts his dress shirt, plays with his cuffs, inspects his surroundings â anything to avoid you and make a fool out of himself. or worse, mess everything up for you. his therapist had called his previous and past behaviours a self-destructive tornado â destroying everything in its path without regard.
he couldnât go back to that.
âgojo, donât pretend like i donât exist,â you pout in annoyance â reminding your ex all too much of the times you spent together at your dorms. âi see you and you see me. weâre adults, surely you can handle a conversation.â itâs your teasing tone that finally makes gojo cave, sparing you a starry, blue eyed glance.Â
he canât help the cocky chuckle that escapes him, almost slipping back into his old and familiar ways with you. âyou wanna talk to me that bad, huh? did you miss me or somethinâ?â itâs a condescending and patronising thing to say â almost as if heâs treating you like a child.Â
that makes you stand up right, heat rising to your cheeks at the familiar feeling â youâre not mad though. âi see youâre still as full of yourself as ever.âÂ
itâs satoruâs turn to pout this time, shifting his focus to a corner of the rising elevator . âh-hey! iâm working on it!â youâve never seen him so nervous, not in your entire life of knowing himâŠbut you suppose a lot can change in a year. youâre sure heâs different, just like you are. âyannoâŠtherapy ân stuff. it helps. helped.âÂ
âoh yeah?â you hum curiously, knowing that heâs making reference to your break up, losing suguru. you donât dare to press further, though. âme too.â the pair of you fall silent for a moment, sitting with the unaddressed awkwardness, the tension and unresolved feelings. âhowâŠhow are you? howâs things?âÂ
heâs surprised that youâve even asked, let alone want to talk to him after everything heâd put you through. itâs weird but also clear that youâd been working on healing too â whatâs a conversation between two adults then? âgood,â satoru starts, though heâs being far from honest. he misses you. âiâve been working to finally take over dadâs company. old manâs retiring, so i thought iâd play my part and be responsible for once.âÂ
you grin warmly at the news. âit sounds like youâre doing well, toru.â he nearly jumps at the familiar nickname, choosing not to respond. ânot that you asked, but iâm kind of in the same boat? theyâre putting me at a deputy managerâs position for my magazineâs new branch. iâm excited.â
âiâve heard,â the words rush from satoruâs mouth before he can stop them, feeling sheepish as you raise a brow at him. ânot that iâve been stalking you or anything! you hear things when youâre at the top!âÂ
âyeah, sure.â you tease, enjoying watching gojo squirm.
a question heâs not sure heâs allowed to ask sits on the tip of his tongue and satoru pushes it around in his mouth hesitantly. âhowâŠhowâs suguru?â
you perk up, tentatively choosing what to say next. âo-ohâŠheâs good? weâreâŠour relationship is better now. it took a lot of work, but heâs healthy and happy. i⊠i think he misses you sometimes but, heâs still not ready yet.âÂ
gojo nods once and chooses not to press about his ex best friend further. âand how are you?âÂ
âm-me? i thought weâd just went over thatââ
your ex turns to face you fully, a pleading look on his face that shocks you out of your casual stance. you can still see how much he adores you and cares for you, as if it never left his nature to want the best for you.Â
âare you happy?âÂ
he asks the loaded question like itâs easy to answer and you do have to think about it. are you happy? youâve been putting in the work to feel like that again, after breaking it off with satoru you were low. almost rock bottom. it was your first ever break up and it hit hard â not to mention you didnât have your older brother to fall back on at the time. you knew it was time to stop depending on others, it was time to grow your own spine. you took to therapy, you learned your triggers and icks and red flags. it took time and patience with yourself, but here you were, a year later and a little happier than when you saw satoru last.Â
âyeah,â you confirm with a shy nod, taking interest in your feet while you hide your smile. âiâm happy. with myself, my work and my partnerââÂ
partner?Â
ââyouâre dating someone?â gojo quips as the elevator dings for the floor just before his.Â
âahh yes! itâs still new but⊠he makes me happy. yuuta okkotsu, you might have seen him around? i hear his familyâs company and yours have done some work together.â you seem bashful as you talk about yuuta, someone you met through work, someone your age. a sense of pride in being together taking over you. you show him off and boast about him in a way that you wished gojo would have done for you.Â
the revelation nearly kills satoru â itâs like a bullet to the chest or a knife to his heart. envy bleeds from the open wound, pours down his front and taints his blood stream. it fucking hurts to know that youâve moved on to someone who treats you better than he ever couldâŠbut you deserve it. you were so good to him and to the world that it would seem like a crime for you to end up with someone who didnât love and appreciate you in the ways that they should.Â
that doesnât make him feel any better though, it makes him feel as though he might die.Â
when the elevator reaches the gojoâs floor â he falters in stepping out without saying goodbye or replying to you. he would be doing it to hurt you, and to be spiteful or petty. just like back then.Â
thereâs still so much that he wants to say to you â so many things he wants to fix but he canât shake the feeling that this was it. this was closure for the both of you.Â
as he exits, he whirls around with enough time to spare before the doors close on you, and this chapter of both of your lives â just catching your bewildered expression. âthank you, for everything,â gojo calls to you fondly, watching your previous expressions morph into something soft and appreciative. âiâŠi really did love you, and if i could go back and do those two years over again. iâd be better, for you. iâd love you, properly.âÂ
the doors to the elevator slowly begin to close and satoru steps forward at the same time as you â it feels like youâre sharing one last goodbye.Â
âi know,â you say without a trace of malice, a wistfulness in your voice. âiâm thankful to have been with you, because you taught me so much in such little time. iâd do it again, if we were better.â
a sad smile tugs at the cornerâs of gojoâs pink lips. âin another life?â
âin another life.â you confirm, mirroring his smile as the elevator finally seals itself shut â leaving him with his reflection on itâs cool, metal doors.
itâs a shame that you only have one life, and that there arenât any do overs. that way, everyone could live a life without regret â because gojo has his regrets, where he wishes that he loved you better, harder, moreâŠso that youâd come back to him and you would be his.
 always.
so redditors and other losers lurking on this thread. thatâs my update. i already know a lot of you are going to say that i deserve this â and i do. but iâm happy for her, for both of them and i wish them both all the best. whaddya say, am i still the asshole?Â
END.
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Thinking about a arranged marriage, in which darling denies their spouse any opportunity to touch them. For reader, they have no reason to believe this would ever be a equal relationship. They believed, if they serviced their spouse well, and played the part of a dutiful partner, they would be able to lead a comfortable life without any unnecessary drama or hurt feelings on their end.
Of course they didnât take into account how absolutely obsessed their spouse is with them, and how much pain their in each time their denied the chance to touch their darling.
Every intimate act between the couple, the darling does all the work. Weather it be quick services with their mouth or body, as soon as their spouse finishes the darling hops off and makes their way back to their room to take care of their own needs or read a new book. And their spouse is fucking devastated each and every time.
Their fingers grip their darlings shoulder or hair, savoring that moment of contact before their orgasm hits and the warmth of their love leaves them for the remainder of the night. No aftercare, no kisses, and worst of all, they donât get to see their darling cum. Ever.
âDarlingâŠ? If itâs not too much to ask..â
âYes my love?â
And theyâd shiver at the hollow endearment.
âWell..perhaps we could engage in some more intimacy tonightâŠ? I could-â
âAh.â And their darling would pause, bringing a hand to rub their jaw tenderly. âWell, my jaw is still a little sore from last time, but if you wish I can certainly help you again.â
âN..No..I mean, I could..I could take care of youâŠtonightâŠâ
âOh. That wonât be necessary my dear.â
And god how their heart fucking breaks at that, brows furrowing nervously as they try to resist the temptation to fall to their knees and beg. Beg to taste their darlings flesh and finally feel their lips pressed against their own. Their eyes nearly well with tears, the untamed desire burning them to the core. Their darling was so cruel to them.
âBut I insist, I can-â
âDo not worry my love. Iâll take care of you tonight so you wonât be so stressed for your meeting tomorrow. Or if youâd like I could find you more suitable company for the night?â
The repulsion in their body would nearly make their stomach swell with nausea at the mere idea of laying in bed with another that wasnât their beloved darling.
âIâmâŠNo thank you, my love.â
And you, the silly little darling wonât understand why your spouse seems so disheartened. Youâd been the perfect partner, anyoneâs dream. You kept to yourself, did what you were asked. They never had to care for you needs or wants beyond your allowance and the occasional outing.
You could admit you were married to a very attractive and respectable figure. Known for their kindness and intelligence. You considered yourself lucky as to deal with someone so agreeable.
And there were times you wished for a warm body besides yours in the dead of night. Someone to lay upon after youâve both been spent.
But that vulnerability was too scary for yourself. Fear that your heart would hurt more if you let yourself feel the pain of neglect after. So, this arrangement youâd crafted for yourself would have to do.
Well, until the night youâd found your depraved lovers head buried between your thighs, moaning like a starved fool.
What a sight to awaken too.
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Just read every one of your Toji fics.. Mr Krabs I have an idea.. Size kink toji and reader that have been sexting and calling nonstop online finally meet up
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THE YAWN STRETCHING YOUR mouth wide exhaled pure exhaustion out of you⊠Tapping at the cluttered papers on your desk with a pretty pink pen, bored out of your mind â until â your phone buzzed in your back pocket.
Fishing for it, your eyes light up brighter than the notification buzzing itself.
[ đ big dick dilf đ« 3m ago ]
It makes you gleam. Knowing that silly little name you picked out suited him all too well⊠Always reminding you how he's a rather older man, of course â an older man that was also packing a threat of three dicks in one in those grey sweats he'd always wearâŠ
He was simply a big dick dilf you loved texting!
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Today 6:58 PM
| đ Attachment: Two Videos â> ONE | TWO
| Watching those videos of you playing with yourself right now :)
| Making my dick so hard pretty girl.
tojiiii |
im at worrrk rn dont do this to mee |
| Haha.
| Can't help it. You make me horny.
⥠hehe |
but gossh it takes sooo long to take him out |
âŠwish i wasnt working today :( |
| Too long sometimes haha.
| But I hope it goes easy today baby đ
| Want to have some fun with me to pass time then ;) ? Send me some upskirt pics? Show me how hardworking you are.
yes baby but only if u cum to them :(( |
| I promise.
đ Attachment: Five Photos + Two Videos |
enjoyy ;p |
| Hot! You look so fucking wet naughty girl.
| Thank you.
| đ Attachment: One Video
| Got me cumming so hard.
yummy >< that was a lot toji! |
i get u that excited? :D |
| All the damn time.
| But don't get caught fingering yourself in the office for me now haha.
i cant stop so no promises đœ |
| Fuck. I wish I was fucking that pretty pussy instead of those fingers.
| I'd fill you up so much more.
i wish u could fuck me too ⥠|
but aaah exactly!! ur so big!! |
idk if i could handle all that ;(( |
| Let me come over and grant that wish? Haha.
| Iâll take care of you. So don't you worry your pretty little head off, let me do that ;)
gosh toji who could say no >< |
| Why not? It's been long enough and I can't stop thinking about you and that perfect body.
true âčïž |
every time u txt my pussy just gets so wett :(( |
idk how much longer i can take without u being in me!? :(( |
| Fuck. Making me hard again.
| Then let's do something about that ;) When do you get off tonight? 10 like usual?
mhm! |
u promise youll rlly come over? |
i dont wanna play with myself all alone tonight :( |
| Shit. You're so fucking bad.
| As much as I like those videos you send when you do⊠I promise you won't be lonely tonight.
yayy! omgg im so excited!! ⥠|
*SHARED LOCATION* |
| Me too đđŒ
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No. You were nervous.
It was thirty minutes past ten, and he seemed to have left soon as you sent your address â Toji had mentioned living only just a few towns over from you, three or so hours away, so you thought it'd be a while âtill then⊠but soon as you were done trying to recollect and prepare yourself, you were already hearing a hard knock bust at your front doorâŠ
You met him through Facebook.
He seemed like a family guy but distant from said family⊠The obvious sign he was an older man, no less than thirty by the looks of his awkward profile picture; a low angle as if he wasn't aware of the camera pointing at him, yet it caught the scruffy look aging at his chin and the low set of leafy eyes you adored â he was rather handsome.
That haggard look of a tired hunk of a man itched something in you.
Digging deeper, his social profile seemed old and rarely updated, but the little collection in weapons and fishing, random masculine quotes, and scenic views was fitted when he did⊠but that ânot in a relationshipâ status highlighted right at your own pretty eyesâŠ
You reached out to him day of, curious and intrigued. A rise of fun risk chatting with an older man online coiled something in you â yearning for the attention and he damn sure delivered.
Approximately within 24 hours.
Toji greeted himself quick, and then conversations began to pick up more frequently, from daily pictures of just random things going on in your lives to full-on phone calls within weeks! Hearing him for the first time rumbled a deep pit in your core to erupt. His voice so smooth and husky, like auditory caramel that was pleasant to the ears, and even that slight rasp on some of his syllables he'd drawl out was scratching further into your brain to feen for more.
You didn't need to take anything further from your own hands. He seemed rather lonely yet mysterious, but made it very clear what he wanted.
Toji initiated the flirtatious comments once he figured out how to open your photo gallery on your profile, or once he figured out the FaceTime option to get a full live view of your pretty self some more⊠You remember it was on the second or so phone call when he started to chuckle out praises of how beautiful you are. Even admiring your intellect or your creativity when you'd show him your hobbies and such...
You were filing something in for him â vice versa tooâŠ
You also remember when you first sent a picture of your tits out of craven; fleshy mountains peaked hard at the tips, forcing them to jiggle once you found the courage to make videos for him after the overwhelming praise the first time.
He made you feel⊠special.
More or so, when you first saw his cock. That's when the button to malfunction clicked.
That day, you swore your jaw was sore the whole evening from how hard it dropped. You could not believe how hung he was â jackpot!
From what you could see through such a simple device, Tojiâs dick dangled between his thick thighs like a damn church bell clanging with mighty vigor. When the meaty log slapped from side to side against naked flesh, it had weightâit was heavy and made an audible fleshy clap. In some of his videos, he'd lift his shirt up too â showing more of himself off as if that alone wasn't enough. He knew was sculpted like fine marble chiseled to perfection, he just had to make sure you saw what he worked so hard onâŠ
When the older man first jerked himself off, moaning right into the speaker; lewd groans of your name spewing out, you couldnât help but admire the way his fingers barely touched when he fucked up into his fist⊠Usually a collage of your naked self was on his laptop while he recorded himself getting off. It was cute. But fuck, the tan skin gliding over his bulbous tip always swepped that oozing, sappy pre he invariably seemed to drench himself with â practically lubing that nth-inch bitch breaker to full extent...
It was always so pretty even when it was sleeping. When he was really in a mood, he'd call you and let you watch it grow â let you talk filthy to make him twitch into the full hard pole it wakes up inâŠ
His soft was as big as your exâs hard.
Sighing heavily.
You had plenty of calls and videos shared with him, mostly getting off on each other with zoom-ins on your pretty bits⊠So, this couldn't be any different⊠Clearly, it wasn't enough anymore to only tease each other, you ached for the real thing â the real mammoth cock you watched like an addict to get lodged right up your bare pussy...
Damn, why were your hands so clammy.
Reminding yourself, your situation with him was always an annoyingly so close, yet so far annoyance. And this was the time to change that.
Marching up to the door with your head high, a throbbing pang shot right between your legs reminding you exactly what you craved for.
Another knock banged at your door before you could reach the golden knob.
Scratch that.
Feeble like sand falling, âOh fuckâŠâ Your stomach twists. She was thinking for you! Dammnint he was a monster, think clear! Not even the tip could nudge through.
Relax.
This was your first time ever meeting up with someone on the internet â let alone meeting with them to fuck. Or even just creating a full-blown sexual relationship in the digital world⊠A sexual relationship with a man twice your age tooâ twice your damn mass not to mention for the tenth time!
The third knock felt like a punch straight to your gut when the hinges rattled.
His presence was strong. You knew he was standing on the other side of that thin wall barring between you both ever so patiently. This is all that was between you now, not miles of distance or digital love, just a closed door.
You could hear heavy boots click off.
Shit!
Your phone goes off too.
Head spinning like a barrel at each noise that seemed rather louder than they actually were... you catch the notification banner with his name written all over it.
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Toji was holding a container of mixed ice cream, that is in fact melting⊠but spotting flowers with a small black bag hanging in his other hand, you puckered out your lips in awe, glossing them over with your tongue.
Though as stiff as your neck went as you looked him up and down, you savored that saliva drying up in your mouth. Feeling it run barren only catching half his robust body that seemed to wander off with his own head glued into his phone, seeming to check again for the address.
Attempting to swallow that dry pit clogged in your throat to muster up a pitiful, âToji⊠Hi.â Idiot.
When he turned, his body's depth grew tenfold.
He was massive. Now catching sight of a clear view of his full sature, he could be described as one would with a walking goliath⊠A great abundance of stacked muscles kissed even through his grey sweater; pecs strong and full â round even with long limbs standing tall in a might of mass to settle around bones, and it only takes a few steps for him to reach you.
You audibly gulp.
Throat bobbing as his face drew closer, and as he did, Toji held a simple, small smile. Noticing that notable scar he'd usually lick over and shine the silvery mark lined down those thin, yet full lips. Lips that made your own quiver â aching to drag him in for a full mouth and tongue kiss to fix that, not caring if teeth collideâ
âWow. You look goodâamazingâŠâ Tojiâs voice resonated a thick rumble as those naturally, pale green eyes hooded, adventuring all around you a few times before, âReally good... Ah, this melted â I hope you like flowers though.â And he presents you the small vase bundled up in a various color of blooming buds.
Clammy hands reach for them, âHah, they're lovely. Thank youâŠâ
Toji sucks in hot air through his teeth, still hanging right outside your door⊠âYou all right?â He notices the small pearly beads trailing across your hairline.
âYeah! Yeah, I'm justââ you look good⊠I knew you were big but, damn.â Saying that forced a clear connotation to spark up. If he's this big in real life â bigger than what you have already seen online, what you've prepared yourself for mentally, but now connecting the dots, all of those angles and views were shot from his eyes. Now in your personal POV, this was a clear difference⊠and you couldn't help but think about that monster stuffed between his legs that was appointed and waiting for you to be a lot more than you could fathom...
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At least, Toji knew you needed prep first. He could just tellâŠ
So to speak, his tongue was steady lapping around in a winding circle against your slit. Already sappy against his mouth, but the wads of spit he bubbles against puffy lips, swoons you blissfully to a faucetâŠ
He didn't mean to shove his tongue so deep, but the natural nectar your pussy gushes with was utterly mouthwatering, he couldn't stop slurping it up! And he didn't mean to cut you off when you finally invited him in, but his cock was also steering the engines â remembering one second your mouth was full with coherent words, telling him how your day was, small talk and giggles about the ice cream, but now, you could only babble out god knows what⊠Even â faintly, remembering how he pinched and squeezed at your sides when you finally invited him in your room to get things where they needed to be; letting him take a plop down only to get dragged with him closely, quickly enveloping you with his needs and massâŠ
Time moved quick, even motions and kisses. Hands too. He was not shy⊠Could say he had a damn set of paws on him.
Hands shaking, Toji laps âMake sure you get a good angle...â And you try hard to record your pussy being eaten raw.
Something Toji asked about, if he could get some real good photos of you both before he goes back to his place⊠It was fun at first, but shaky hands recording a video is not a good mix. But, you triedâŠ
Toji delved to get to his destination and he made it clear what this was all for. He let you relax and talk for a bit, enjoying your voice now against his skin, now feeling you for the first time â skin to skin, so smooth and gentle, teasing almost for the entirety⊠but as soon as you hinted you were ready, he spayled out right between knobbly legs he coveted in with a sort of hasteâŠ
Whiffing up your aroma, he groans, âFuck babyâŠâ His mouth opened wide with an inviting seal â a suction, he rolls out his tongue like a dog in heat; shaking his head gently and sliding that slippery tongue back and forth, Toji keeps hooded eyes on yours. Watching how you looked up into the clouds as heat pressed between your legs.
âTaste so good. I knew you would,â Toji pops your puffy clit in his mouth, sucking with a hard pull âtill it bobbled out â swollen now.
âGotta open you up, pretty pussy is so tight.â Mark his words, a digit teases your entrance, handling your quiver; he toys at your little hole, circling and flicking âtill he could nudge in tight walls.
Hooking soon as gummy walls expandâ suck him in, âGreedy girl.â Toji prods against the puffy mounds of your cunt.
Hot mouth raking against the length that he spreads with working hands, he bumps and curls another finger in. Nuzzling deep, his nose suffocates against your pelvis when he plows in, hands doing just the same.
Feeling the older man press around to play at spongy walls, you couldn't help but knot a free hand through his shaggy hair as the other tightened around his phone⊠The nimble stretch kicked your feet up. Shivering, sheer incredulity warred across your features; your jaw was agape â totally agape. Nothing but strangled noises left your lustrous lips.
Suckling at pert folds and scissoring spongy walls, Toji worked with eager rolls with the tip of his tongue. Flicking across the pretty underside with deft movements that sent the flesh trembling. Trailing along the curving plumpness, his mouth maps your folds and bits that force your legs to tweeze around his shoulders.
He traces patterns into the lush flesh â no random movements, all meticulously and hard⊠Riding up your slit, never missing the rhythm that forced a kindled roll in your hips, along the ridgesâthe drawing, you felt a bold, T. O. J. I. trace out teasingly.
The distinguishing mark of the tittle from the âIâ pressed right into your puffy hood. And he curled his tongue just right, the little nub puckered out into a spasm.
A sweet spasm too.
Engorged, your face grew tight. Twisting and turning, your tummy coiled âtill it sprang up, feeling Toji slosh around in your cunt; bullying your walls to clench with a force until they fluttered open all while keeping a working mouth prodded against your thrumming needs.
âToji!!â Your back lifts up off from the sheets. A perfect arch, he slides a hand beneath, holding you still while you mush shakey hips into his face, drawing out that high spiking through you and out like a geyser.
Fumbling over thoughts, Toji drowns between the sweet heat of your legs. Letting you glisten down the stubble on his chin. Groaning at the treat you spatter against his tongue, almost making his mouth a damn pool itself, he refreshes himself.
His throat bobs as he swallows you up.
A few languorous seconds, he pulls away sloppily. Saliva and messy juices still pearling in streams was sent pattering down his chin. With much of it staining his face â he didn't mind, he relished it, the nectar taste and how it sort of cooled him off was utterly pleasingâŠ
He grabs the phone, smirking how it fumbled down with you.
Your mouth hangs loose. Limp and tingling all throughout.
Only for the tingles to spark into shots of raw lightning, barred hands travel of your sides, âSo perfect baby⊠You think you're ready now? I think you are..?â Still trying to catch robbed breaths, weak eyes manage to flutter open and seize at the sight of the clamoring coming from below your bodies.
Pupils dilating and now snapped wide, you flinch at the presence of something so immense. Instinctively, the tips of your fingers press into the hard âvâ tracing down his pelvis in trepidation.
When the hell did he take that out?!
Like a church bell clanging, it swung low. His cock was heavy, the weight couldn't keep his hard pole up no matter how much blood flowed. When the rough-tough cock throbbed, it was the only time stiff dick meat lifted an inchâŠ
âHeh, donât get shy on me now.â Toji grabs your hand and swipes it away with a feathery kiss, âI told you not to worry that pretty little head off. That's my job.â And he was doing a damn good job!
âYou're already so wet, so it'll slide in easy, mâkay?.. But I got this though. Just in case.â That black bag he brought in now answered your questions. The plastic crumbled as he reached for it â hucking it, a bottle of lube rolled in his palm and popped open.
Shaking it up, he dumps out half the bottle into his already soggy palm. Before shining his prize for you, he plops himself right on your rising tummy. Dammnit! He was teasing you out of your mind! Purely showing off how deep he was about to goâŠ
Adorably nervous, the arousal from Toji tonguing you into oblivion excited those fuming hormones on how good he can work your pussy, but now? With a mammoth cock ready for you next, riled up your very enginesâŠ
Knobbily legs spread wide.
Biting at your lower lip, âReach my guts, Toji.â Your hand dips between naked bodies and grabs a handful of thick cock meat. The oozing lube globbing at his base, you stroked it all the way up to his capped tip. Slathering the thin flesh with a twist.
Oh.
His silvery scar stretches, âMmhm⊠Someone's worked up the courage.â He chuckles, carefully watching how you cutely try to wrap him whole into your palm.
Barely working out, but you tried.
⊠You were⊠ready â jittering with eager excitement, pussy still dribbling in muck, and a heart ready to throb out your chest again. You wantedâ needed him in you, reminding yourself all the times you had to finger your pussy to just mere pictures, to a cock you drooled over digitally all alone with only tinkering thoughts. This was the time to finally fixate on fantasies, though Tojiâs size still loomed at the back of your mind as he guided himself between sopping folds, prodding against your little entrance when you deemed his cock to be doused enoughâŠ
You suck in a deep breath.
Ready.
Yet, the audacity to whisper, âSee, you're a big girl.â While half his body shrouded yours as he prepped himself above you; full mass shadowing over your frame with alluring sature, you toiled.
Blowing out a lust-laden breath. Toji soothes at your thighs, holding them in a firm grasp, and angled himself to mush the rubbery pink tip between the tightness of your quim. Any trepidation you had felt was clearly lost in the pressure of his crown plugging in, disappearing slow and methodically; penetrating you with a groan-inducing rush, a sensation of being gently, and nicely filled with the weight of something greater than you immediately expected.
âOh fuck...â Almost in unison, his body curls forward while yours expands.
Toji felt hard and swollen inside. Having a well-ready, well-prepared cock that was itching for sexual relief, both of you wanted it. So, letting spongy walls stretch in rough accommodation for it; swelling around the girth of the thick slab of cock as he pushed down, sinking an inch, then two, then three, then⊠inside in a steady rhythm.
âAtta girlâŠâ Aching. He didn't move fast. No hesitation, no waiting, but no real rush, either. But just a firm push that you could catch the first sight of his cock driving down into the tight, slick seal before knocking back, âLook at that.â As Toji pressed further in, a bumpâa thick outline bubbled up at your tummy.
Your eyes almost cross. Trying hard to focus on the log settling in the pit of your softest parts â with fail, your head bobbles into sheets, and throat scars with an endless mewl.
Toji took this chance to sink the rest of his cock in. And as he shimmied his hips forward, he got closer, chest hovering over yours almost stroking gently. You take this chance to wrap your arms around his neck as a safe haven. Clawing red trails to sweep the sauntering man who prowled in inches for a kiss â a hot, fast smack of the mouths, far more forceful than earlier; simply locked into a lustful maw as his cock wormed fully in.
Without preamble. Both of you let the moments to adjust to the feeling of his cock inside of you pass before sodden hurls could play out⊠It was a euphoric phenomenon that made the walls of your pussy flutter, a grinding touch and a friction-filled push that made nerve endings crackle like an active wire.
Walls flexing and expanding to the hilt, Toji felt much, much bigger inside of you than he did outside. Optics or not, the firm drop of the hips, your stomach muscles curled and promoted what was throbbing, deeply in you.
âSo fucking tight.â So tight, Toji had to buck his hips with a little force. The pressure of your walls kept sliding him right out, but staying firm, he glides back in.
Sparking up a rhythm, catching how mewls turned into needy wants, and knitted brows softening up for more. He draws out his hips, slowly letting his dick flop out, but never unplugging you completely; quick with driving his pink head down to keep you filled. Utterly filled, to the hilt.
âTojiâfuckâyes, please⊠please, fuck me.â
That's all he needed to hear.
Truly ready now.
Tojiâs lusty lips pop off from yours as he powered himself forward. The first few thrusts gutted you, practically molding a new shape in your insides. Drilling into you with slick, manipulation, he expands wet barriers with working hips. Mushing the mounds âtill they snapped around him and sucked him right up.
âYeah, this what I needed.â His words worked up of mostly groans as he rocked back and forthâeven dragging the bed with him⊠âThis is what I was dreaming for...â
Barreling now, each swing roughened up. And each time he shoved himself into your weeping pussy, the bulge followed along your pelvis.
Locking your ankles around his waist, Toji leans up, needing to bend his knees to reach balls deep. Lifting your butt from the sheets, he holds your lower half in the air. All that muscle working, half your body was in his vice â Well, your damn head was in the clouds too⊠Torso splayed flat, the view of your lifted bottom half was exotic; all you could see was his cock head jackhammering âtill he couldn't get any further than your perk cervix.
He held you tightly, the pads of his fingers dug deep into the soft flesh of your thighs. Knowing bruises were sure to blossom in the morning⊠Not only surface level, but each bump trudging through you hit at your sensitive womb.
Hard, fast, and brisk, each motion blending into the next rhythmâa forward swing and a backward pull like a damn pendulum. And he was focused on dragging all inches as he did, filling you out in endless repetitions, sending his cockhead through those clenching depths and right up against your perk cervix.
You didn't think you could breathe now, but as his hands glided to the extent of your legs, spreading them by your ankles. Toji was growling as he brought you further up with him; Holding your hips up, all human instincts replaced by feral needs. Positioning himself tall until he was fucking you like a construction worker drilling out cement, forcing your flimsy, fucked out body to be arranged at a downward angle, chin tucked with knobbly legs kept wide.
The camera was catching it all too! A genius, he thought, placing it right below your jiggling ass to catch all pounding movement⊠Even catching the flyaways of your sap milking out and slobbing down his lengthâHard thigh too! The harder he barreled into you, a thicker shine dribbled between your bodies and blurred up the lens of the phoneâŠ
Heavy balls splat down against your ass at each hard plow. Balls deep, deeper than you could imagineâhard to, and your mind ogles and short circuits trying to comprehend this.
Gurgling, your tummy coils again⊠And this time Toji could feel your walls spasming all the more.
Deep, rolling strokes. Strong hips come in fleshy swings and he forcibly fucks out your high, âYeah! Fuck baby, cum fâme. Cum all over this dick.â Dream dick to be fair.
That's all you could do, and as your pussy squeezed and clenched, leaking with a glisten, Toji drags your ankles towards your head. Pushing his twisting toes into the sheets, practically flattening his heavy orbs into doughy globes, and jamming all nth inches into you, your sappy cum gushes out all around him.
Electricity coursed along your limbs, waking them up again to wail like a damn fish out the sea and crowd around his chest. Squeezing and pulling taut receptively, and even as you cursed the sensations of bliss through a sloppy tongue, Toji followed.
âYou feel soâfucckâ!â Through an endless wave of pleasure, he pants.
Sending his cock thundering through your soaked channel. His pace was more pronounced âtill weak. Mounting you; the tightening of his face, the swelling of his shaft, the throbbing of the balls pressed right against your perk ass, he was ready to explode.
Filling out your elastic folds with almost desperate movements, clearly right on the peak of popping. Toji topples into your mouth and shoves in a few more and final wet claps until he lets out a guttural moan.
âTojii!ââ In sync, you both watch each other, gazing so deeply with mouths agape as his cock hiccups and burps out a fresh load of white cum.
⊠Did you just fall in love?
Toji wiggles into you, âTake it all.â Carefully observing how you nod, breathless and dazed, he keeps you filled with baby batterâFilling you like a damn pastry!
Your body falls in the wreck as he plants his sweating skin across yours. Heaving heavily, the older, bigger man keeps you close. Keeping you beneath him as his cock pumps, moving like an inching worm through patted soil; and spurting out wads of thick ropes. Gooey warmness seeps in deep, filling up your pussy like a personal pool at each throb he pulsates with.
Though as he seemed to have dumped his whole load, balls now empty and less tightened from the flex of swimming cells. He huddles you close, keeping his dick lodged in you...
"I-wow.." Toji breathes, more of a shakey moan, "That was... you were..." He chuckles.
Swiping the sticking hair out of his face, he observes how you try to also recollect yourself tooâa lot more of heavy breathing and gasps come from you... But assured, you pant out a bewildered giggle, "Yeah..."
"Yeah..." He repeats after you, agreeing.
⊠You feel a buzz on your ass..?
âDamn,â Toji easily lifts you to grab that damn phone he propped up thinking he was some cameraman in the making, âDamn again. Your pussy was leaking so much some got on the cameraâŠâ He inspects it, âIt'd be hot to see when that happened⊠but hopefully, not for the majority of this perfect moment...â
You tease, âIf then, we could just record anotherâŠâ And Toji licks at his scar, feeling his cock hardening âtill it stiffened up rock hard like a mighty poleâŠ
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SCRATCH || BANGCHAN
MINORS DNI!
pairing: idol!chan x female!reader
summary: thanks to chan's solo stage you finally made him yours.
warnings: blood (from scratches obv), handjob, spanking, petnames (baby, honey, angel, sweetheart) unprotected sex, cursing
author's note: from my previous breakdown post bc of chan got me in an inspired mood so i made a little somethin somethin. still what the fuck was he thinking. also, if you're a regular reader by any chance (ily) you might have noticed i write jealousy tropes, IDKK WHY THO SORRY
important!: this is pure fiction, the act in this story is by my imagination and not based off true events. please do not copy the work.
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It isnât like youâre not supportive of your boyfriend. Youâve always been there for every idea, even if you thought that it wasnât the best one. The things you have to deal with him being an idol settled deep into your mind, already accepting the consequences that may come in the way. But itâs not like you would ever give up your relationship with Chan just because heâs doing risky things that you may not like.Â
To be honest, it kind of became an advantage for you.Â
You would watch him having fun on stage with the other members, sometimes splashing water at each other, making everyone in the crowd either cheer or laugh at their silly behavior. There were times when they got sentimental, wishing all the happiness for STAY and the members for the future. It made you emotional just in the same way as you would watch them through the TV in your shared apartment.Â
And then there were times where you couldnât help but squeeze your thighs together and wait for him.
âHad fun today?âÂ
The sarcastic tone caught Chanâs attention as heâs doing his everyday night routine, just as heâs finishing up his shaving session. He knows exactly why youâre talking and reacting to him this way, youâve been all fidgety with him since he got home from the first day of the tour, and when he stepped inside the apartment he saw you still sitting on the couch, not welcoming him in with the usual hug he gets.Â
Chan looks a little bit to the side so he can get a reflection of you changing in the room, the towel you used laying on the ground after taking a shower. Without him.Â
âOf course.Itâs always heartwarming to meet with STAYâs. And the kids were so hyped about getting solo stages too.â
Now that just boils your blood.Â
âOh, were they?â You keep your back facing him,not letting him see how frustrated you really are about the game heâs playing. âThey were doing an amazing job indeed.â You shut your eyes momentarily before putting on your velvet nightgown, and slowly walking towards the bathroom where your boyfriend is staying.Â
âYeah, I assume you saw mine too, right? Did you see the special makeup they did on me?â With pride he chuckles while putting away his shaving equipment, patting his dry as he picks up his toothbrush. His question should have a very easy and simple answer, yet here you are ready to give him a brainwash about not caring about your mental health. Cause what the hell was that? You canât even form the offensive words you want to say to him out of frustration, you could never say anything negative about his performances in general â but the way heâs talking about it, so full of himself, you canât help yourself. âI wonder who made all that.â It slips out, biting down on your lip softly to stop yourself from further embarrassment.Â
âIt mustâve been the makeup artist of course, but I couldâve done a better job if you ask me.â You step into the bathroom just as you finish your sentence, Chan unable to answer due to his mouth full with mint scented bubbles.Â
As you want to pass behind him, you swipe your delicate fingers on his defined back muscles, the photos of him painted in scratches for the performance fills your vision.Â
âMakeup was unnecessary,to be honest.âÂ
Thereâs something glinting in Chanâs eyes as a lopsided smile appears on his face, looking at you through the mirror placed above the bathroom counter. As the words leave your lips, he licks his plump lips slowly, putting away his toothbrush he just used. âIf I had asked you, would you do it?âÂ
The air stops suddenly in your throat,taking your eyes off of him as you busy yourself with something else infront of you. âWellâŠit doesnât matter now.âÂ
âOh it does, honey.â Chan says lowly, his voice suddenly closer as you want it to, and you know perfectly heâs only a step away from you. âIf I only knew my baby just wanted to help me out in my solo,â He snakes his arms around your waist slowly, his bare chest pressing into your clothed back as heâs standing behind you, whispering in your ear. âI couldâve used some help.â With that, he pressed a slow open mouth kiss on the side of your neck. his hands caressing the skin on your stomach.Â
âShould we recreate it and show it to my makeup artist?â
Chan whispers against your ear, biting down slightly on your earlobe as he makes eye contact with you through the mirror. You look already disheveled just from his touch, your nightgown scrunched slightly up as he kneads your stomach, one of his hands slowly inching up to your breasts. âWould you like that, baby?âÂ
âI didnât mean it like that, Chan â mhphmâŠâ A small moan leaves your lips as he pinches your nipple in his slender fingers, continuing to make out with your neck as you try and compose yourself.Â
âHow did you mean it then?â He grunts out as you push your backside on his crotch, his cock twitching already in his sleeping pants at the thought of you being jealous. âTell me.âÂ
âIâI justâŠâ You try to form words, keeping yourself together and not yet falling for his words but then Chan sneakily slides his other down towards your waiting heat, his finger immediately meeting with slickness between your pussy lips. He groans again, grinding into your ass to ease the pain from being so hard. âBaby, if you want to scratch my back that badly just say it.â Thereâs something hiding behind his words which makes you shut your eyes from the pleasure heâs causing, your hands flying on the counter for support. âI kind ofâŠwanted to..â Your breath hitches, cutting off your sentence when Chan flips your nightgown upwards to expose your wet pussy, your naked ass on display in front of him as he takes his hand away from your breast and caresses one of your cheeks. âYou wanted what? Do you need some help darling?â He grunts under his breath when he feels you clench around his fingers, plugging it in and out to take your breath away. You moan out when you feel his fingers curl inside you, hitting that perfect spot that makes your back arch.Â
But Chan doesnât give in that easily.Â
You suddenly feel a stinging pain on one of your cheeks, moaning out shamelessly from the sensation he just caused with his hand. When you pick your head up you see Chan already looking at you through the mirror, lust filled eyes raking over your already fucked out face. âSay it baby.âÂ
You can feel his hand smoothing over the place he just spanked, the air in the bathroom so humid you can feel yourself getting sweaty again. His finger never stopped working inside you, with that spank almost knocking you over the edge.Â
When Chan doesnât see you changing your mind and finally answer him, he only clicks his tongue and tilts his head to the side. Without a second thought, he slaps your ass again, his finger circling around your clit rapidly when he hears your pornographic moans echoing in the bathroom.
âIâI wanted to mark you!âÂ
And there it is.Â
As you practically moan out the words, Chanâs finger is coated thickly with your cum as his words made you tip over the edge. Your whole body shaking in his arms as you come down your high slowly, trying to gather your thoughts and realizing what you just said.
When the words finally leave your mouth he canât help but smirk, the possessive side of you finally showing for the first time in your relationship. âAnd why is that honey?â Chan teases you, seeing your ears red from the sudden confession you just made.Â
âJust so everyone knows that youâre mine..â You mumble quietly, shame overcoming you as it paints your cheeks deep red.Â
Something snaps inside Chan. He canât help but groan out, his cock painfully hard against his pants as he turns you around and places his hands on your throat, slightly adding pressure on it. Before you know it, youâre pressed up against the wall, his lips already chasing yours.Â
âDo it baby.â He kisses you, his tongue sneaks through his lips to taste your lip balm you applied earlier he loves so much. âI want you to do your worst on me,â He whispers between kisses, his hand suddenly picking you up to put your legs around his waist. Your whole body welcomes him, your mouth opens as he slides his tongue inside once again, and your fingers landing into his freshly washed hair as he devours your lips. His hand scrunches up your gown once again before he presses his hardness into your slick core.Â
At the contact you moan out loudly, already wanting him inside you, to ease your pain that he caused.Â
âFeel that baby? Itâs all yours. Nobody else has that but you.âÂ
With a whine you throw your head on the wall, Chanâs lips continuing to leaves red splotches on your sensitive skin as he takes his hand and pushes down his boxers, hissing out the minute the air hits his precum covered cock, tip red from all the waiting and veins bulging with excitement.Â
He drags his wet tip over your puffy lips, spreading them open more to make room for himself when he circles around your clit. As he slides his length between your folds, you feel all emotions gather up inside you, the feeling too hazy as your vision becomes blurry from the need. âChannie,,please..âÂ
ââs okay baby,Iâll give it to you.â He chants when he finally pushes his tip inside you, groaning out from you uncontrollably clenching around his cock when he nearly settles halfway in. âYou have to relax,angel. You make it impossible for me toââ
âChan â Iâm so sorry, Iââ He hears you gasp out, your body all tensed up, your eyes wide open as you look into the mirror across you. He looks swiftly behind him to see your naked bodies melted into one, and then it catches his eye.Â
With one thrust he settles fully inside you, moaning from how incredibly tight you are around his length, keeping himself back to not buckle into you rapidly. He puts his hand on your chin, making you look into his eyes and not on his blood covered back. âI asked you to do this, right?â With a softened gaze, he makes sure you understand what heâs saying, not taking his eyes off of you until he sees your lust filled expression again instead of worry ones. âRight baby?â
âY-yes..â You gulp when you see your fingers slightly covered in red around his neck. âBut I didnât want to-â
âItâs fucking hot.â He hisses, his voice whinier than usual as he puts his forehead on your chest, his hips starting to move. âYou did such a great job sweetheart.â He pulls completely out before thrusting into you again, this time harsher as he hears your cries next to his ears.Â
When you take another look in the mirror, you see what you just caused. The moment you felt his cock hitting you so deeply you couldn't help but deepen your nails into his skin on his broad back, now covered with blood here and there. It softly dribbles down his defined muscles, and Chan is right. It is fucking hot.Â
So you clench around him again when you feel his fingers circling around your clit, his cock hitting the perfect spot as he moans out your name. âDo it again.â He demands, his hand flying on the wall next to your head to thrust up harder into you, making you roll your eyes. As you see Chan so deeply in emotions you scratch his back again, now only deep redness showing on his pale skin.Â
The pain on his skin makes him inch closer to his release. The jerks of his hips, slamming against your hips are quickening, becoming more erratic, intense and desperate. You cry out his name nonstop, feeling him twitching inside you.Â
âGive it to me.â Heâs breathless as he chants into the side of your neck. âI need you to come around my cock baby.âÂ
His demand tips you over the edge again, moaning out his name as you feel him curl against you, his shoulders on display for you to see what you painted on his back. His grunts are vibrating through your body, the pain melting into pleasure as he paints your insides with his thick cum, feeling so full of him, feeling him everywhere. Chan bites down softly on your skin,kissing the pain away quickly as you both come down from this high.Â
You are his. He made sure a long time ago, but now, you made sure he was yours too as you watch the crimson red blood slowly sliding down his back, gathering it on your fingers.
âIt took a solo stage for you to claim me as yours?â Chan asks when he softly puts you down on the bathroom counter, a bright smile painting his face once again.
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ădumbass.ă slutty sub yandere x gentle himbo darling, male yandere x amab reader. pt 2
sub! yandere who likes to take advantage of your kind nature to fish for compliments. he would degrade himself in front of you, acting all self-loathing to get your attention. nothing compares to the rush he gets as you rush to comfort him, trying your best to make him feel better.
sub! yandere who gets so jealous when you're nice to anyone but him. true, that's one of the things he loves about you, but why do you have to be friendly to everyone? they're all sluts anyway, who only like you for your looks. he can't really be talking when he snuck a photo of your cock and had a dildo custom made to your size, thrusting it in and out of his tight hole whenever he's feeling especially lonely.
sub! yandere whose biggest fantasy is you fucking and spanking him until he can't walk. come to think of it, he's never really seen you angry, like ever. the idea of you upset with him is both terrifying and exciting, he doesn't want you to hate him, but also the thought of you hatefucking him is so... it's enough to make him feral. he's sure you have to have some pent up energy somewhere, he would gladly offer his body for you to abuse. he knows you would never ever consider hurting him, but one can dream, right?
"come onnn. let me give you head." he pleads, clinging onto your arm like it's a lifeline. his eyes prick with tears. much to his surprise, you're the one who gets on your knees, kneeling in front of him. "wait, what are you doing? i don't need you to please me first...." he starts to protest frantically, waving his hands about. "i thought you wanted to give me head? like...headpats?" "no, silly. head means i wanna suck your dick." "oh!" "speaking of headpats, can you pull my hair while i suck you off? like really hard, please." "i don't wanna hurt you, though-" "how many times do i have to say, you could literally murder me, and i would thank you." "...i don't think that's possible." "i'll find a way. so what i'm saying is, be as rough as you want. please." he gags on your length, relishing the feeling of it stretching the slick walls of his throat. no matter how many times he's done this, you always worry he'll hurt himself. "hey...you're okay, right?" you ask worriedly, stroking his hair. he responds by making eye contact with you, swirling his tongue around the tip of the head, eliciting a rather passionate response from you. "fuck, i'm gonna-" involuntarily, you grip his hair tighter and let out a load into his mouth. he came in his pants, too, from you merely tugging his hair a little forcefully. soft pants fill the room. this would be the perfect opportunity for them to degrade me right now, he thinks to himself. but you don't. instead, you take a tissue and dabble at the cum dripping down his chin, making sure to clean him up. he loves you and would never overstep your boundaries.... he just wishes you were a little meaner.
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had this silly little thought where you ask miguel a bunch of questions about the multiverse
miguel oâhara x gn!reader
warnings ; this is stupid, miguel is confused, mentions of pregnancy/having a kid, my spanish knowledge is below zero so i used google (feel free to correct me)
â what did you just ask me? â
â i asked what would happen if two people - â you were pestering miguel with questions about the multiverse for the past hour or so. at first it was a basic conversation regarding what were canon events and how are they established, how the portals work and all the other boring stuff.
â i heard you the first time. just- where did you get that question from? â
â donât tell me youâve never wondered how it would work if for example we were to have a kid. like, weâre from different universes. iâm just curious what would happen to the kid in this predicament. â if you were anybody else he would probably just glare at you and go on with his work but due to your position in his heart he just stood there, absolutely mortified at the example you just provided.
in all honesty you werenât even that much into the topic but being able to bother miguel just a little and watch him scrunch up his nose whenever you mentioned something that would probably classify you as mentally deranged was your favorite hobby.
â dios por favor dame fuerza*. no, actually iâve never thought about that. also that example was really uncalled for. â he thanked his past self for making the office so dimly lit. if it was any brighter in here heâs 97% sure you would be able to see how his neck and ears go all red.
â so you admit you donât know what would happen? â
â sĂ, ahora Âżpodemos cambiar el tema?* â
â okay, okay⊠thereâs actually one more thing i was curious about. â miguel only sighed and looked at you with an unimpressed expression.
â should i be scared? â at this point he had no idea what to expect, in fact he kinda expected anything. and his imagination was not helping him. you looked up at him with those big pleading eyes that at the same time were full of mischief.
â if, for example, we were to start dating, would that make me you know⊠kind of a pedophile..? â there was an awkward silence and the look he had was to be described only with the sentence âwhat the fuckâ
â what on godâs green earth are you talking about? â
â i mean, youâre from year 2099 right? and im from 2023 in my universe. so that would kind of suggest that technically i would be in my 40s or 50s when you were born right? that just⊠kind of weird to think about i guess? â
that, he did not expect in any of his wildest scenarios.
â iâm going to lose my fucking mind. â he slumped forward hiding his face in his hands.
â aw come on miguel! itâs a genuine problem iâm thinking about here! â
* god please give me strength
* yes, now can we change the subject?
#spider man: across the spider verse#miguel x reader#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel o'hara#spiderman 2099#spiderman 2099 x reader#spiderman across the spiderverse#atsv miguel#miguel ohara
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strange perfections
in which spencer reid and fem!reader meet by accident at a coffee shop. and then they keep meeting there. they've really got to stop meeting like this. (no, seriously. hotch is pissed.) / do you believe me now? bonus chapter!
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fluff! warnings/tags: meet cute:) some dark humor, romantically inexperienced reader, spencer reid graduated from caltech, mit, and the derek morgan school of rizz a/n: this can absolutely be read as a standalone BUT it was written as a prologue for my series do you believe me now? to explain how spencer and r met! completely optional, if you're only here for the smut no worries! reading this bonus chapter might make the next chapter better though as it contains discussions of how they met:) anyway, I LOVE YOU!! let me know if you like this silly little random thing! kisses
The cafĂ© door opens again. A blustery wind raises goosebumps on your arms and makes your bones ache again. You look up at the latest intruderâa hobbling elderly man in a newsboy cap and a knit red scarf.Â
Stupid scarf, you think.Â
Stupid door.Â
Stupid wind.Â
Your mug is empty, and the table youâre sitting at is sort of sticky and rickety, and there are so many papers in front of you that you wonder why the hell you thought itâd be a good idea to print the PDF out and annotate it that way instead of just doing it on your laptop like a normal person in the 21st century. Nothing is going right today. Itâs the third cafĂ© youâve tried in the past few weeks as you attempt to find some place that feels homey, lucky, but this one just feelsâŠÂ inconvenient.Â
You look at the stack of papers and sigh.Â
Stupid Lord Byron.Â
Stupid cafe.Â
Usually, cafĂ©s are relatively quiet and peacefulâa refuge for the overworked to bask in the luxury of quiet jazz and the smell of dark roast as they continue to overwork themselves. This particular establishment, however, today hosts a group of teenagersâpresumably playing hookyâwho have commandeered a big booth in the back and keep walking right past your table because apparently they couldnât have just ordered their drinks at once and they all have to do it separately and loudly.Â
One of them has an incredibly irritating, gratingly pubescent laugh, and they think everything is hilarious. This whole situation is unbearable.Â
Just as youâre gearing up to go, of course the fucking door opens again. This time, itâs accompanied by a particularly strong gust.Â
Strong enough that Lord Byron doesnât stand a chance.Â
Your printed copy of his works blows off the table, at first page by painstakingly annotated page and then before you can even process it, all at once.Â
Yeah. This is definitely not your lucky cafĂ©.Â
As you curse and go to stand up, you run into one of those dumb kids. His huge ceramic mug goes flying, careening against the edge of your table and completely splattering you and all your stuff in 16 liquid ounces of scalding espresso and milk.Â
Itâs silent for a second, save for a few drips from the puddle on your table to the floor, before the kid is apologizing profusely and turning red as a tomato. You canât even respondâyou look down at your ruined favorite sweater, and then around at the pages of Byron littered with color-coded sticky notes, overflowing with angry and purposeful red ink that you spent so much time on, scattered all over the floor.Â
Eventually the boy catches on that youâre not going to forgive him and he skitters away, back to his friends, who whisper and giggle profusely. Only a few of them get up to start gathering the fallen pages with you. Several other patrons end up helping as well, so the sheets of paper are gathered and returned into your sticky hands fairly quickly. You thank each person without looking up as they hand you their respective stack. All you want is to get out of here.Â
âHereâIâm really sorry about this,â someone saysâa tenor-ish male voice, distinctly sympathetic as he holds out a rather larger stack of papers than anyone else had bothered to pick up.Â
âIâll live,â you sigh, straightening up. âBut thankâŠÂ you.â
The man standing in front of you is the kind of man who makes you want to untuck your hair from its usual spot behind your ears, and to stand up straighter, and to try and not stare even though you want his attention. Heâs gloriously beautiful in a way that repels and attracts you. Heâs the type of man who wouldnât have given you the time of day in high school and probably wouldnât now. Instantly you feel both insecure and reduced to a former version of you who would simper and fawn over boys who wanted nothing to do with her. You feel like going to the other side of the cafĂ© and sitting in the best light and staring out the window poetically and hoping heâs looking at you.Â
âOn the one hand, I feel bad for being the person who opened the door and let the wind in. On the other⊠I feel compelled to say at least theyâre not covered in coffee like the rest of your table is?â
You laugh vacantly, a second too late, positively coveting the awkward smile on his angular face. Then you make eye contact, and his eyes are so the opposite of angularâtheyâre huge and inviting and the warmest golden-brown youâve ever seen, and theyâre looking right back at youâand you have to look down. Fuck. You hate when you do that.Â
Think of something normal to say!
âYeah, true. Now I just have to reorder 264 pages. That⊠that donât have page numbers.â
You shuffle through the papers. They are hopelessly scrambled. Your heart sinks just a bit.
âUm⊠I might actually be able to help with that, if you want?â
You frown, glancing up. What kind of sex trafficking ploy is this?
âThatâs okay. Might be easier with just one person.â
He laughsâitâs similarly awkward, similarly endearing.Â
âDo you mind letting me just⊠try? Itâll only take a minute.â
Only take a minute? Is this beautiful man deranged? Why are the hot ones always crazy?
But, perhaps because youâre a pushover who canât stand up to people, much less beautiful people, much less beautiful men who are paying you undue attention, you find yourself giving in. You hold the stack out.Â
âSure. Give it your best shot. Iâll be impressed if you can even figure out what page one is.â
Heâs already flipping through the papers with a drawn brow, walking away with them, and barely looking over his shoulder as he mutters, âI have Byron memorized. It shouldnât be too difficult.â
You follow him, because hello, he has all your annotations. Heâs definitely insane, you think, as he sits down at a table and starts rapidly sorting the sheets into separate piles.Â
All you can do is stand awkwardly behind him as he stacks papers seemingly at random, barely glancing at them before deciding where they go.Â
Maybe a minute, maybe a few go by, each of which have you progressively more flabbergasted, before heâs tapping the edges of a stack of paper on the table and standing, handing them to you with his lips pressed into a thin pleasant line. Thereâs almost a glow about himâlike he couldnât be more in his comfort zone.Â
âThere you go. Should be in order now.â You sport a frown bordering on a grimace as you take the stack and flip through it a bit. Sure enough, it seems that everything is in order. You keep looking between the man in front of you and the papers, incredulous as you wait for something to be in the wrong spot.Â
âHow did you do that?âÂ
His cheeks turn slightly pink.Â
âI know Byron really well. I know how each passage ends and begins so I put them together like puzzle pieces.â
âHow did you read that fast?â
âUh. Iâm a speed-reader?â
You scoff, taking another look through the stack.Â
âI think that may be underselling it.â A thought occurs to you as youâre grazing over one of your longer annotationsâfull of expletives and strong opinions. âOh, god. You didnât⊠you didnât read my notes?â
The manâs eyebrows raise as if he was waiting for you to mention that and he smiles like he doesnât quite know how to break it to you gently.Â
âMaybe a few,â he eventually decides, laughing under his breath. âI appreciated the commentary on his relationship with Augusta. It was⊠colorful.â
Heat rises in your cheeks as you mumble.Â
âYeah, I had a hard time appreciating the romantic poems. Theyâre less cute when thereâs like a fifty percent chance heâs writing about his sister.â
âHalf sister,â he corrects. You give him a look.Â
âDoes that make it better?â
â⊠no,â he realizes. âNot even a little bit.â
You laugh, relieved that his face looks as warm as yours feels.Â
âWell⊠thank you, for the help,â you say after a silent second.Â
âOf course. Sorry, again. I, umâI hope your day gets better?â
âYeah, well. I feel like statistically it has to, right? Itâs kind of a low bar.â
He smiles, a perfect, perfect smile, and gives you a little wave as he leaves. Without coffee. Checking the clock on the wall, you realize itâs approaching one in the afternoon. If heâd been here on his lunch break, he sacrificed it to organize your stupid Byron texts. You smile to yourself.Â
He was totally in love with me.Â
And he canât prove me wrong because Iâll probably never see him again.Â
All things consideredâthis coffee shop does seem pretty lucky. Maybe youâll stick with it for a while.Â
The next time you see the mysterious sexy speed reader is four days laterâthough youâve been here every day since. He catches your eye right as he walks in, and his brows jump in pleasant recognition. You smile. He smiles back, before going up to the counter and ordering a coffee with a ludicrous amount of sugar in it.Â
I should take note for when I make him his coffee in the mornings, you think to yourself, and then you snort at your own delusions, shaking your head at your book. Obviously youâre not that divorced from reality, but youâll entertain the fantasy forever until one of you stops showing up to this cafĂ©.Â
What youâre absolutely not expecting is for him to walk up to your table with his to-go cup.Â
âHi,â he says.Â
âHi!â
Jesus. Tone it down, girl scout.Â
He gestures to your stack of papers: now secured in a three ring binder. The cup says Spencer.Â
Spencer. Spencer.Â
It feels important.Â
âI see youâve upgraded.â
âYes! Yes, I did,â you laugh self-consciously, still struggling to meet his eyes. âThank you for the help the other day. I would still be sorting through all of this if it werenât for that, so⊠yeah. Thanks.â
âOf course! Iâm glad I could be of use.â
âSpence!â Someone calls from the cafe door. You both look up to see a stunning blonde beckoning him away.Â
Ah. Naturally. The girlfriend who is one trillion times prettier than you.Â
Spence.Â
Reality sets in.Â
âComing!â He replies, with all the eager compliance of a child, before turning back to you. âUm⊠well⊠Iâll see you?â
Itâs an awkward way to say goodbye to a stranger, but you suddenly donât care enough to dwell. Instead you nod once, less enthusiastic now that you know he has a 10 waiting for him on the sidewalk.Â
âI am a creature of habit.â
Another wave as he walks away.Â
The two disappear from the doorway, but the perpetual breeze seems to carry a snatched bit of conversation your way.Â
âWho was that?âÂ
âUh⊠I donât actually know.â
Yeah. Reality definitely sets in.Â
Over the next few days, you break your cafĂ© streak. Life is busy. Thereâs not always time to artfully ponder Romantic poetry and drink a six dollar coffee while waiting around for certain people to show up.Â
Okay, so⊠maybe it has more to do with him than youâre letting on. But youâre not going to do that thing you do again, where you become limerently obsessed with a man you donât know and who is way out of your league just because you canât form an actual attachment to anyone to save your life. Besides, you remind yourself; we probably wouldnât be compatible anyway. Heâs probably a huge loser. Or secretly a douche. Or chews with his mouth open. Obviously nobody that attractive can also have a good personality.Â
Not to mention he has a girlfriend. That should put you off, too.
But you hadnât been lying when youâd proclaimed to be a creature of habitâyou return to the cafĂ© once you feel sufficiently detached from this Spencer character.Â
Heâs there. Of course heâs there. Why had you been expecting for him to not be there? Itâs not like he was a figment of your imagination.Â
This time heâs accompanied by a different blonde womanâa bespectacled blonde with a big floral headband and a patterned dress and a red cardigan and tights and heels that look self-injurious. Sheâs quite eye-catching; you want to keep looking at her, but you seem to draw her attention, too. Her big eyes widen minutely and briefly you wonder if youâre supposed to know her, but certainly youâd remember meeting a person like that. She doesnât seem easily forgettable. Both of you look to Spencer at the same time, whoâs looking between you with an almost panicked expression.Â
âOh! Thââ the woman whispers, cutting herself off when she realizes how loud sheâs being in the otherwise silent establishment. âAh! Okay, right. Never mind.â
 Spencer sighs. You want to laugh, but youâre baffled by the whole thing. So you go back to reading.Â
Ten minutes later, they draw your attention once more.Â
âGo, go ahead! Itâs more problematic for you to be late than me. Iâll be like, thirty seconds tops.â
You donât look up as Spencer leaves the cafĂ©âbut are you supposed to gather that these two eccentric individuals are coworkers? And what of the first blonde woman, who youâd presumed to be his girlfriend? Where is she?
While youâre wondering all of this, the new blonde teeters her way over to your table.Â
âHi!â She says pleasantly, waving a purple-tipped hand and wearing the biggest grin.Â
âUh⊠hi?â
âIâm Penelope. Youâve met my friend Spencer. He just left.â
âOhâsort of,â you smile weakly, closing your book. âNot formally. I didnât know his name.â
Thatâs a lie, but maybe feigning non-chalance will make it real.Â
âWell, I just wanted to come over and say I love your bag. And your jewelry and your coat. I love your whole look. I bet youâre a really cool person.â
âUmâthank you!â You perk up, smiling genuinely now. The compliment warms youâyou didnât think your look was all that interesting today. âYou too. I love your outfit.â
âGreat! Youâreâyouâre great. This is good information. Um⊠just out of, like, sheer curiosity, could I get your name, age, and occupation? Ohâand your zodiac sign?â
What kind of convoluted sex trafficking ployâ
âGarcia!â
Spencer is at the doorway again, looking adorably miffed.Â
Adorable? Get a grip.Â
âWhâIâm just making a new friend! Is friendship illegal, now?â
âThis is the kind of friend-making that gets you a restraining order,â he urges.Â
You look up at Penelope Garcia, enamored by their whole dynamic. They clearly care for each other, despite the squabbling. What kind of job do they have where they talk to each other like this?
âItâs fine,â you smile, introducing yourself to her.
âThat is such a good name!â She says, and youâre getting the sense sheâs kind of always this enthusiastic. âSo now we know each otherâs namesâwe should probably definitely be friends, right?â
âYeah! Um, definitely!â
âYes? Oh my god! I love this! Okay, umâwe work at Quantico, so, weâre like, 10 minutes awayâbut this is better than the coffee shop thatâs closest to the building, so we come here all the time. Usually itâs just us and five grouchy old men, which makes this is really exciting.â
âQuantico⊠thatâs the FBI academy, right?â
âOther stuff, too,â she nods, still smiley.Â
Oh! Cool. So theyâre FBI agents.Â
So thatâs cool.Â
Youâre cool with that.Â
Her phone starts ringingâshe locks eyes with Spencer.Â
âHotch?â
âOoh, we are in trouble,â Penelope sing-songs, leaning down to write her number on your notebook without asking. Not that you mind, of course. She adds a little heart and a smiley face next to her name before capping your pen and toddling away. âBye, new friend!â She calls over her shoulder, waving goodbye with just her fingers.Â
âBye,â you manage, though itâs probably too quiet.Â
Spencer flattens his mouth into an approximation of a smile and waves again.Â
You accidentally find yourself mirroring his goodbye, facial expression and all. Fuck. You hope he doesnât notice. You hope he doesnât read into it.Â
Nah. Boys are dumb.Â
You text Penelope later that afternoonâa simple greeting so that she can save your numberâand then you forget about it.Â
Itâs not until five days go by without sign of any of themâthe two blondes, Spencer, this mysterious and foreboding Hotch figureâthat you start to seriously question your sanity. Did they drop off the face of the planet, or what?
But of course, just as youâre sitting at your usual table, Spencer walks in. Alone.Â
He sees you immediately, but instead of the wave youâd come to expect, he immediately flushes, looks down at his shoes and hurries into the small lunch-rush line.Â
Weird.
You corner him at the coffee bar, where heâs adding more sugar to his coffee. How are his teeth so nice if he does this to himself every single day?
âHey,â you say, affecting casual confidence as you bus your empty mug. â⊠Spencer, right?â
Itâs comical how youâre pretending you havenât turned that name over and looked at it from every angle hundreds of times since the first time you heard it.Â
He nods, only glancing up at you as he stirs. To your surprise, he knows your name, too. When you give him an odd look, he smiles almost apologetically, finally looking at your face for longer than half a second.Â
âI heard you introducing yourself to Penelope. Sorry if thatâsâŠâ
âNo, no! Is she around, today? I texted her last week, but she never responded...â
âToday is operating system update day, so I donât even really have a way of knowing if sheâs alive in her office.â Itâs funny to him, but you just smile, baffled. He notices your silence and catches on, scrambling to explain himself. âSheâs our tech analyst. There are 243 computers in our building and she has to update them all remotely, which requires getting every agent to agree to not touch their computer at the same time for an hour or so.â
âOh⊠does the FBI not have, like⊠an IT guy, or something?â
He laughs againâthe way his eyes crinkle when he does it makes you a little breathless.Â
âYou should say that to her. I think you would become her favorite person.â
Itâs hard not to smile when heâs smiling because of youâhowever indirectly that may be. Quickly you realize youâve both been standing in front of the coffee bar for too long.Â
âAlright, well⊠tell her good luck, for me?â
âI would, but Iâve been kicked out for an hour while she does the updates.â
Your brow furrows and you laugh.Â
âFrom the whole building? You just canât keep your hands off your computer for an hour?â
âNot if I want to do my job, no. And I am kind of obsessive about my job. Iâve been the reason she had to start the whole process over again before and Iâd rather not be that person again.â
You say it before you can think too hard.Â
âWell, if you have an hour to kill⊠thereâs an open seat at my table? No pressure, obviously.â
And that was the first of thousands of hours you would come to spend with Spencer Reid.Â
After that, it sort of becomes a regular thing. He comes almost every dayâexcept for occasional week or so long stretches, which you have discovered are a part of his absolutely fucking insane jobâand sits with you, sometimes with Penelope, once with the other blonde, JJ, who youâve since deduced is not his girlfriend, most often alone. Usually he canât spare more than ten minutes, but he begins pushing it, little by little, until thirty minutes go by and you think surely his boss (the great and all-powerful Hotchner) must be beginning to notice.Â
One day, during your usual lunchtime rendezvous, his phone rings. He talks right on through it, like itâs not happening.
It ceases. And then it starts again.Â
Your head drops to your shoulder, something like pity or regret softening your features. He catches your eye and melts slightly, mid-sentenceâlike he knows youâre about to tell him to be responsible.Â
âDo you think you shouldâŠâ
His hands drop from where theyâd been enthusiastically positioned mid-air.Â
âTheyâll be fine if Iâm late from lunch one time. Iâm usually more punctual than any of them.â
You roll your lip between your teethâitâs not that you want to tell him to go; in fact, those delusions youâve been harboring about your future life together are only getting worse with each inexplicable minute he entertains your company.Â
But his job is important.Â
âWhat if you have a case?â
âThen I would have gotten more calls from more people by now.â
Your head tips back as you laugh lightly at his unwavering insistence. Â
âIâm flattered that you so enjoy my company that much. But I canât with good conscience keep taking up your work hours like this.â
As the laughter fades, he justâŠÂ watches you, lips slightly parted, eyes intense but not entirely present.Â
âYouâre probably right,â he finally breathes. âMaybe⊠you should start taking up my other hours, instead?â
Spencer Reid, you unexpected charmer.Â
You balk.
âLike⊠we would hang out? At a different time of day? Not here?â
âThose are the basic premises, yes,â he chuckles, nodding affably. âIâve never actually seen you anywhere else. For all I know you could be a ghost eternally tethered to this building.â
âWhere would this hanging out take place?â
Fuck, youâre totally being weird. His brow knits.Â
âI donât know. Where else do people hang out?â
Heâs not genuinely asking you, heâs gently turning you in the right direction. You charge forward blindly.Â
âRestaurants.â
Thereâs that pretty smile of his again, the one that makes all the thoughts drain from your head like cold bathwater. Though, thereâs a sort of mischievous edge to it now that you haven't seen before.
âThatâs certainly an option. If I asked you to hang out with me at a restaurant... would you say yes?â
You look down. God, your face feels warm.Â
âWould you be asking me out on a date? In this hypothetical scenario that weâve constructed, I mean.â
Spencer seems to think about it for a moment, which fills you with unexpected panic. When you look back up anxiously, he has the same smile on his face, but his eyes are a little softer now.Â
âI would.âÂ
More panic sets inâjust a bit. But you donât let what is undoubtedly a tidal wave of anxiety break through the emotional guard-dam. Keep it together. This is a good thing. This is what you wanted.Â
Unfortunately, you are perhaps more transparent than youâd realized. Spencer begins to look slightly worried, leaning forward in his chair.Â
âYou donât have to say yes. I know we donât know each other very well, I justââ
âNo!â You find yourself assuring him, though you curse yourself because you kind of want to know what he was going to say. âI would say yes. Iâve just, umâgod,â you laugh gustily, self-consciously. âSorry Iâm being so weird. Iâm out of my depth. Nobodyâs asked me on a date before. I donât really know the etiquette.â
Spencer chuckles.Â
âYouâre doing great. Donât worry about it.â
Not, what?
Not, youâve never been on a date before?
Not, thatâs crazy, or thatâs weird, or how have you gone your whole life without being asked out?
With the implication being, youâre odd. Different. Maybe not in a good way.Â
He says none of that.Â
âBut I should probably actually ask you, huh?â His cheeks turn pink as his laughter is redirected inwards.Â
âSounds like a good first step.â
Spencer is still smiling as he says your name and it sounds so good from his mouth. It makes you sound so real.Â
âWill you go on a date with me?â
Butterflies in your stomach doesn't begin to brush what you're experiencingâyour entire abdominal cavity is like a Monarch sanctuary.
âIâd love to.â
He seems genuinely relieved as he beams, slumping back in his chair.Â
âOh, thank god. I was so nervous youâd say no. I never do that. Thank you for not saying no. Not that you couldnât have said noâit would have been completely fine and obviously within your rights toââ
His phone rings again. Both of you are relieved that he was interruptedâbut admittedly you thought his rambling was super cute.Â
âI shouldââ
âYou definitely need to go.â
âYeah,â he agrees with a still-breathless smile. âUmâwhatâs your number?â
You look around fruitlessly for pen and paper.Â
âI donâtââ
âJust tell me. Iâll remember.â
Heâs so weird.Â
A breeze hits your skin as he opens the door. Youâre already writing your wedding vows in the back of your mind as you watch him go.Â
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part four
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practical writing advice part 2
part 1
get used to carrying a notebook around with you. or get used to writing on your phone. you will not always have access to your computer, but itâs much easier to take something compact with you to quickly jot down ideas. also i have chronic illness and sometimes my bones feel like lead and going upstairs to get my laptop is a herculean task, BUT i can write on my phone lying down instead of just scrolling through my camera roll and being miserable. which brings me to my next point:
if you have to choose between writing unconventionally or even unproductively and not writing at all, choose the writing. iâve said before not to create a habit of writing in bed, but if it comes down to writing in bed or not writing whatsoever, iâll write in bed. i just try to stretch before and after (which you should also do!!!).
youâre not wasting time or being silly by making playlists or moodboards or memes of your characters and environments. having fun with your stories outside of writing them is a good way to stay motivated.
i like to stop my writing sessions in a place where i know exactly what i want to write next, so when i pick back up i wonât be left hemming and hawing over where to begin. HOWEVER, if youâre absolutely locked in, donât interrupt that flow state. itâll be harder to find it again laterâinstead, wait until you find a natural place to stop where you havenât run out of ideas.
âwhy do i have a headache 3 hours into my writing session?â because the last time you had a sip of water was 4 hours ago, you dingus! keep your drinks near your workspace while you write. and i do mean, like, a full bottle of water at least. if youâre like me, things stop existing when they leave your line of sight, so keep these beverages where you can see them and refill during bathroom breaks.
uhhh try not to think negatively about your writing while youâre doing it because when i do that i just get bummed out. âthis scene is terribleâ -> âoh yeah fuck it up oh yeah fuck it upâ (positive reframing)
ok thanks bye
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Thank you for all of the minami posts hes my newest favourite guy im very obsessed with him and his problems disorders and his silliness and his transgender swag
this ask is everything to me you understand me. except i think hes the cissest twat ever he just has some inexplicable trans magnet on him (source: all my transmasc friends) he embodies tman swag on complete accident + half of this is his tits out mentality that i thoroughly respect and share
#ikildaman shut the fuck up#i need an ask tag cause i look like im getting aggressive with my talkys tag....#i did once draw a transflag pin on his battle jacket btw ^_^#the idea that he has zero clue what it is but still bought it and wore it bc it looked cool absolutely sweetens me#hes funny.... minami runs on clown economics. whatevers funniest goes#ALSO hes an honorary clown. bossfight simulator calls him the flaming jester. so thats just another win for me#i am secretly a clown artist you just cant tell cause he didnt wear the uniform#his problems disorders and his silliness....... i like how U think anon....#i could talk about his problems and disorders and silliness forever#hell i could make shit up. fuck it we ball#thank u for sharing with the class i have been enabled once again. more minami to come
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