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Gap in my heart (Literally)
pairing: Mr. Gap x reader
âHelloâ
While you prepare to work in your bedroomâdoing your makeup and hair, putting on your uniformâready for the day ahead, a chilling but familiar voice calls you.Â
âMr. Gap? Uh. Me not play,â You said without turning your head toward the voice. Since the day you managed to get out of that Otherworld, Mr.Gap has consistently shown up in your space in the gap in the wall, in different containers, and so forth. At this point, you kinda have a domestic relationship together. Boyfriend? You wouldnât go that far, but something is there.Â
âDisappointedâ Mr. Gap narrowed his eyes before asking another questionÂ
âWhere go?â
âSame place every day, Mr. Gap. Working. uhâMe work, same work.â
âWhy?â He asks, eyes still narrowedâdisplaying an unreadable expression that you guess to be some kind of discontentment. It surprised you reallyâMr. Gap isnât a high-maintenance type and he never asked you these questions before. What changed?
âUhâŠWork hunger gone,â
âWork stop hunger?â He seems interested now.Â
âNot exactly. Work gives things, and things get food.â You try again to explain to Mr. Gap the concept of monetary exchange and bill to the best of your ability.Â
â....not understand, residents donât need work. Why work?â
âHumans need work, me humanâŠMr. Gap, why curious now?â You ask a question of your own.Â
âMe bored, Stay,âÂ
âCanât. Need work,â
âDisappointedâ He responds, the conversation sounds like it goes back to the very beginning.Â
âGive finger?â
âNo,â
âDisappointedâ He repeats yet again before disappearing.Â
Working is hard. Living in the human world is hard. You know this already but it seems like every day her co-workers really remind her of that fact. Today is just another day of demoralizing work days. Getting yelled at by your boss because of your co-worker's mistake is not fun. In the parking lot, you are sitting there with a cigarette between your fingers contemplating whether or not to murder your co-worker, literally speaking. Suddenly between the gap in the wall opposite to you, a familiar pair of eyes pop up.
âHelloâ
âMr. Gap??! How did you..? Oh right, you can show up in any gap,â
âHuman trouble?â
âIts nothing, just hard day at work,â
âMe solve problem, give me finger,â
âWhat? No! Not give finger,â
âBoring. Goodbye,â
Almost every day was the same old same oldâyour co-worker is an annoying asshole who purposefully caused issues just so he could blame it on you.
âWhere are the documents the boss asked you to do?â Speaks of the devil⊠the most annoying face among the co-workers in this shitshow of a company has shown up like a fucking ghost the moment she starts thinking about her job
âWhat? What documents?â She answers truthfully. What fucking documents? And why is she hearing this just now?
âSeriously, the boss wants you to be the one to do it. youâre seriously irresponsible. Why did they even hire you?â He said with such a fake shocked expression on his face. Wait, so the boss told himâŠ
"Boss told you this and you never told me?â she asked him in disbelief
"You never ask me to tell you, you should have been more active,â He snickers with a smug smile. Oh, this irritating fucker.
2 months and 1 week. She has sworn off killing people for exactly two months. Like a proud ex-addict, she wears that pride quietly on her mind, unable to announce how prideful she is for not killing some random pedestrians who show up in an abandoned apartment. She wants to keep it that way, but this man seems to be testing her patience. She is going to lose it and kill this guy on his way home.Â
"There is still time left. You can take responsibility and be active for once. Give me a call once you are finished!â
your palms curl into a fist full of hate and rageâthis man has no idea who he is up against. She fantasizes about the different ways she would go about killing him. Her regular method of a crowbar to the head would be the safest route but this guy is a piece of shit to her so far and she wants to do something special for him.
No, she doesn't want to kill these days. Hunting and killing seems to be a hobby she lost interest in a while ago. Now, she simply wishes for a more simple life after all those lives she proudly took.Â
(not finish)
One day, when she was working as per usualâshe hears the sound of that asshole screaming from the restroom
"I swear! I saw it there! a pair of creepy eyes between the crack in the wall inside the male restroom!â
"some pervert looking into the male toilet?â
"No! IâŠI don't think it's humanâwhen I saw it, it just disappeared into thin air!â
"I think you should go see a doctorâ
âYeah, are you I'll or something? Did you hear a voice in your head too?â
âSâshut up! Stop mocking me! I fucking saw it, Ok?!âÂ
It seems like vacation comes to visit you early this year as she hears one of the best but most shocking of all week. Her asshole co-worker has decided to quit, it also seems like he has been scared shitless and borderline losing his mind at something that most people don't seem to understand. Many think that he cracked under constant pressure but she has a better idea of what might have happened. She didnât think to ask of him at this current time but it seemed like he could read her mind somehow when she found him manifesting in her bag, a pair of gleeful, teasing eyes with an otherworldly smile somehow made her heart skip beats.Â
âMr.Gap!â
âHello. Me good resident.âÂ
âI heard about the haunting spirit between the wallâs gap in the male bathroomâdid you do it? The guy who tormented me quitâ
âMe solve problems, me good resident,â
âYeah, that was a good one. Good, thank youâ
âGive good resident finger?â
âNoâ
âDisappointedâ
#homicipher fanfiction#homicipher#mr.gap x reader#mr. gap#homicipher x mc#homicipher x reader#i swear next fic will be smut#mr. gap x reader
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playing it cool / aaron hotchner
[credits to the owners of these photos!!]
word count: 1.9k
pairing: aaron hotchner x f!reader
genre: fluff!!!!!!
cw: sickeningly sweet and soft aaron x reader, so much of aaronâs thoughts because we know that man thinks soo much more than he speaks!!
a/n: hiiii this is my third post so far and tbh i was so nervous to post the first two as that was my first time ever posting any of my writings anywhere!! but iâve been getting so much more love on those than expected and i just really wanted to say thank you so much for all the likes and reblogs <33 i was honestly only expecting less than 10 notes as a newbie and reaching up to 200 is so so so wonderful. and especially for the love of hotch iâ ugh!!!!! i already love u allÂ
The team had worked a straight 5 weeks worth of cases prior, which had warranted Strauss to grant them all a mandatory 3-day rest. This simply meant that for 3 whole days there are no cases, no deadlines, and no new case files. They could come to the office at whatever time theyâd like as long as they finished some reports at the end of the day.Â
Aaron being Hotch the boss man still aimed to arrive at the office at a reasonable timeâ 7:30am. To be fair, this is an hour and a half later than when he usually arrives at the office. And in his mind, the earlier he arrives, the more he can get done, and the more he gets done, the earlier he can come home.Â
This is the only reason why he is up at 6:00am on a supposed rest day. He did expect that heâd struggle a bit more to drag himself out of bed, knowing youâd be keeping him hostage with limbs that wrap around him in ways he canât begin to understand, but to his surprise, you werenât there.Â
Dragging his feet across the carpeted floor, his pajama pants hanging low on his hips and white shirt fitting him oh-so-snugly, he tries to find you. Heâs rubbing the sleep of his eyes as he peeks his head into your shared bathroom. No sign of you.Â
Heâs covering his mouth as he yawns when he quietly opens the door to Jackâs bedroomâstill no sign of you. Remembering his son has been nursing a stomach bug since yesterday, he opened the door further to check on him. No fever. No chills. No sign of discomfort.Â
When heâs sure Jackâs okay, he turns around to go back to find where you went. He even checked the backyard as he passed by a window to see if youâre at your favorite swing reading, that perhaps you just woke up early and wanted to feel the morning sun because you claimed it lightens you.Â
He smiles a little to himself as he treads downstairs, finally hearing your soft murmurs as you spoke with someone presumably over the phone. As he neared the kitchen he realized that the person on the line was your colleague and friend Tilly, and that she was on speaker phone making it easy to listen in.Â
He slows down his steps as he nears the landing and pauses when he gets behind a wall near the kitchen. He doesnât know what came over him. He doesnât usually sneak around to eavesdrop, nor did he ever feel the need to especially when it came to you. You tell him everything, prompted and unprompted.Â
But perhaps it was the haze of the morning or the curiosity of what could possibly get you out of bed this early when youâre usually the one snoozing away as heâs getting ready for workâ he stayed quiet behind that wall and made it his mission to understand the conversation.Â
He clears his mind and strains his ear, going as far as making his breaths slow and far apart.Â
He hears Tilly giggling, âDonât get me wrong, Adam from Finance is really cute but.. isnât he just a little too serious? Heâs always got that frown going on.âÂ
You sigh a little loudly, obvious that itâs a sigh to humor and not of exasperation, âTilly, you know I love you, but every day you complain about being single. And every other day thereâs a decent guy who you always always find that one flaw in that just crosses them off for you forever.â Tilly lets out a sound thatâs a mixture of a laugh and a gasp.Â
âThat is so not trââ âOh, Hughâs just too clean. And Frederickâs too hard, itâs like- scary. Yes, veiny hands are hot but thereâs veiny and too veiny, and Jason was just a double too veiny.âÂ
Aaron momentarily pauses his listening and looks down at his hands, suddenly conscious where he fit in that category. Factoring in his age, his work, and the action he gets from the fieldâ these all show. He tried thinking of a time you couldâve shown any dislike or disgust towards his hands but all he could think of was that one night when he cupped your face and you leaned towards it more, turning slightly to take his thumb into your mouâ
Heâs shaken out of his thoughts when he hears Tilly asking about you leaving, âWhat time are you getting to the office by the way? I just donât want to get there without you. Adam might ask about that second date and I just need you as my bluff, my beautiful girl.â He makes a mental note to message Jessica before you both get ready for work.Â
âRiiiight. Remind me how many guys have I scared off for you now? And how many times have I helped you scare them off? Besides, I canât go today and Iâve already told Bobby Iâm on leave.âÂ
In a slight surprise and panic Tilly whines, âWhat?! Why? Youâre such a traitor. You know damn well I get so bored without you.â Aaron didnât even know you were planning on staying home. You hadnât mentioned anything about it last night which made him even more curious what made you decide.Â
He hears your soft laugh, âDonât be so dramatic. Youâll manage a day without me. I mean you have toâ my son caught a stomach bug yesterday so I just want to make sure heâll recover completely.âÂ
Aaron can hear Tilly responding, something about soup and warm baths, but his heart has just stopped so heâs not really processing any new words at the moment.Â
My son. My son. My son. My son caught a stomach bug.Â
He feels lightheaded. His heart kickstarts again, his pulse is ringing in his ear. He can feel his chest pounding to his heartâs beat. The words that rolled off your lips so effortlessly, so mindlessly, echoes in his head.Â
Jack may be young but he is smart. So so smart beyond his years. And he has grown to understand what had happened to his mom Haley, but not once has heâ and even you allowed Jack to forget who Haley is and how much she loves him.Â
Images of you joining in their traditions of honoring and remembering Haley plays in his head in flashes. You helping Jack arrange a bouquet for Haleyâs death anniversary. You helping Jack make a card for her birthday. You mixing the paint to get the right shades as Jack paints a portrait of Haley for his Mothersâ Day homework.Â
Aaron had told you everything there was to know about Haley and youâve listened. He knows you adore her. You adore her for the same reasons he adored her. You understood the space Haley had in his life and in Jackâs life, and not once were you ever jealous, immature, or selfish about it. Even though he wouldâve completely understood if you were.Â
You were nothing but supportive, and understanding, and loving. Even when he didnât deserve it. Even when you deserved better. Admittedly, there was a point in time when he struggled with coming to terms with falling in loveâ with you nonetheless. Youâre young, ambitious, brilliant, talented, insanely beautiful, and unfairly kind.Â
When the two of you had met, this was his profile: divorced with a kid, recovering from trauma that stemmed from being stabbed multiple times in his own home, emotionally unavailable, annoyingly serious and fatally dullâ which really makes him wonder what made you fall in love with him in the first place, and even more so what made you stay even when he was bafflingly dense about how you felt about him. Â
He didnât know how long he was standing there, like a deer caught in headlights. Replaying your words and his memories over and over again, slowly coming to the conclusion that youâre absolutely perfect and heâs absolutely gone for you.Â
Slowly coming to his senses, Aaron becomes more aware of the silence. The call must have ended while he was having realizations about things. He rounds the corner silently, getting a feel of where youâre facing. Luckily he guesses right, that youâre facing away from him.Â
You were rummaging through the fridgeâ the vegetable drawer if he had to guess, judging by how much youâre slouching and reaching, and the sound of the glass containers you use to prolong their freshness.Â
He quickly surveys the scene- your phone is on the counter, beside it is a chopping board with carrots and onions, a carton of chicken broth, Jackâs favorite dinosaur-shaped pasta, and chocolate milkâ the one drink you both know can make Jack feel instantly better, happier.Â
His heart pinches again. You got up early to make sure Jack had something to eat for breakfast in time for his medicine. You got up early even though you arenât planning on going to work. You arenât going to work because you want to stay with Jack. You called Jack your son.Â
With so many things running in his head, he stands quietly observing you finding god knows whatever vegetable. Maybe it's the intensity of his stare or the volume of his thoughts, or maybe he started to breathe loudlyâ but suddenly you knew he was there. He could tell.Â
You slowly straightened your back from when you were leaning. Your hands have stopped rummaging through the drawer, and he could see the goosebumps on your legs and shoulders from the way the sunlight hits you through the kitchen window.Â
You turn around slowly, as if you were just caught doing something you arenât supposed to be doing, âIâm so sorry, did I wake you?â grimacing as if it was a crime to be hot and cute and gut-wrenchingly-sweet.Â
âNo.â His voice is groggy. Deep and rough given that he just woke up minutes ago and hasnât really used it since. Looking at you through studying eyes, he clears his throat âUhm, I woke up to get ready for work and you werenât there.âÂ
Aaron suddenly feels a little cold. The thin material of his shirt and pajamas doing little to contain what warmth he has left in his body. Or maybe itâs you, maybe his body has sensed that youâre near and is now craving your warmth, making him feel a magnified amount of its absence.
âOh.. Iâm sorry I just wanted to get ahead of cooking so Jack can have soup before he takes his medicine at 8 and since I was also planning to do some work though Iâm on leave, it just made sense to get an early startâŠâ You slow your words, noticing how Hotch is studying you tenfold in the moment, as if you were an apparition, âAre you okay? Did you want soup too? I can pack you some before you go?â
His silence makes you panic a little. You canât really tell if heâs upset about something or if heâs sleepwalking, âOr you can eat here. I meanâ you live here, of course you can eat here. I mean like instead of bringing it to the officeâ not that if you eat here, you canât bring some anymore.âÂ
The longer he stays silent, adoring you, the more you scramble to fill the silence, âIâm justâ you know you can do whatever you want. You can eat here, there, anywhere. Unless you donât want soup. I mean we still have leftover steak, I couââÂ
You pause your rambling because you can see a smile starting to form on his face. A real, big smile. Laugh lines and dimples and all, which makes you smile. Realizing how stupid you were sounding and how funny the situation was becoming, you started giggling.
And just as you think heâs about to join the laughter to make fun of you, his smile softens and he says, âMarry me.âÂ
#aaron hotchner#aaron hotch hotchner#aaron hotchner fluff#aaron hotchner x reader#hotch x reader#aaron hotchner x reader fluff#criminal minds#criminal minds x reader#aaron hotchner imagine#aaron hotchner fanfic#aaron hotchner fic#aaron hotchner fanfiction#aaron hotchner one shot#aaron hotchner oneshot#aaron hotchner angst#aaron hotchner x reader angst#hotch fluff#aaron hotchner x you#jack hotchner#aaron hotchner x f!reader#aaron hotchner x fem!reader
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senses haywired â hokage itachi x f!reader
a/n: needing a bath in holy water but itâs been a while i wrote smut with my boy <3 last kinktober to be precise i think đ€ but yeah~ itâs cute đ„° also,,, i wrote it while iâm in a cab travelling so itâs not betaâd we die like shisui when it comes to allat :<
warnings: cunnilungus, prone!bone, overstimulation, slight-nipple!play<3 fluff and softness between hokage itachi and his wifey!!
you canât really give this feeling a proper name, itâs a mix of emotions. itâs mingling submission followed by tortorous brattiness. and itachi also loves this. you know the leafâs hokage has a lot of workload on his hands, but itâs not your problem that he also has a wife. a wife heâs married to since a year and a half. a wife heâs after ever since he was a silly boy. whenever he would have tough missions where he was unable to see you, six year old itachi would decently stop by your place & give your mom flowers with a soft blush on his face. âuhm~ auntie, these are for y/n.â
you always remembered him by your side, and now to have him as your husband feels surreal. itachi was not very comfortable with expressing his emotions but after so much time with you, he is pretty eager and expressing them with ease is second nature to him.
today itachiâs been missing you a little extra, itâs just something about you thatâs been enticing him since morning. when you prepared his coffee and kissed him goodbye for work~ itachiâs sharp gaze continued to linger closely, to observe you. âi miss you already.â he hums, a soft pout on his features when you chuckle. âthen come home soon.â
and he does, he does come home sooner than expected. the knock itself tells you that its him. you opened the door with a beaming grin, watching him softly. âwelcome home, hokage sama.â itachiâs hat is taken off instantly, next comes off his robes. you canât get enough of him, he canât get enough of you. his hands are desperate, not so skilled right now⊠touches sloppy and rough, like heâs starving and couldnât care less for the etiquettes.
youâre leaned against the wall instantly, legs wrapping around his waist as you gasp out, leaning your head back to give him more access to you. âsomeone missed me.â you snorted, gasping and chuckling when all he responds by is an affirmative growl. âvery much.â he croons later, the tip of his nose nuzzling against the supple & sensitive skin of your neck.
one thing about itachi is that he is a marker, he loves when his marks on your body are visible to him. something about the deep imbedded uchiha instincts and genes getting soothed with the fact that you are his, and you belong to him & him alone. his teeth gnaw at your neck, suckling softly at your collarbone until your skin breaks into a beautiful purple hue.
itachi knows every part of your body by heart, the way you smell, where do you have moles, what scars have you endured⊠everything. his fingers waste no time in ridding you off of your clothes, while yours also desperately seek his naked body, the skin to skin touches being paramount in this moment between you & him. âfuck, âtachi i love you so much.â you whine, continuing to kiss him & leaning back to catch your breath while he takes you to your shared bedroom.
âi love you more, i love you almost suffocatingly, my angel.â itachi croons, kissing you softly while his hands find their way across your supple tits, pinching and tugging at your sensitive nipples as he kisses down the valley of your breasts, along your pelvis, spreading your legs to gawk at your glistening cunt. his sharingan always comes out, no photographic memory would ever serve your beautiful pussy right. he has to do that everytime he sees her. âshe missed me.â he talks about your glistening hole. leaning in, inhaling your sweet scent and letting his tongue flatten across your needy clit.
the sensation shoots pleasure from your spine to the very soles of your feet. itachi is dedicated to see your face contort in extreme pleasure, eyes fixated on you while he feasts oh you, the tip of his tongue flicking your clit, rummaging through your insides & tongue fucking your needy slit. âmine.â he growls almost in a haze, pushing the hood of your sensitive bundle of nerves back and hacking your pleasure with sadistic intensity.
soon after youâre writhing beneath him, trying to squirm away but to no avail, itachiâs hand pressed on your pelvis to keep you still. âdonât move, angel.â he says rather sternly, however the affection is still lingering quite easy. you managed to nod meekly, brows furrowed as the pleasure rapidly builds and the knot on your pelvis tensing.
âgahâ please, itachi!â you mewl, squirming out. itachi knows when you are in desperate need of release. heâs done this more times than he can count. âgo ahead, little one. cum for me.â the words come out in sweet seduction, and your body has no choice but to obey. squirming and tipping off the edge while he continues to drink up your pleasure.
soon, it subsides into a dull ache, the intensity of which is increasing with every passing second. itachi canât stop. he doesnât want to stop. you just made a hungry lion taste blood. your pleas are heard but ignored, he knows you can take it. heâs done this before after all. your hands desperately tug at his hair as you try to push him away. âaghâ âtachi, sâ too much!â you moan, and he only locks your hands away against the mattress, intertwining his fingers against yours. he needs this.
once youâre bolted down back in bed, you know you have no choice but to give him what he wants. another mind melting orgasm, that is. your eyes close shut, lips swollen from how much your teeth gnaw at them. âoh shitââ you whine out, mewling like a little cat when his tongueâs assault only continues further.
the pad of his thumb pushing your clitâs hood up, the tip of his tongue roughly tickling at your swollen & sensitive clit. youâre screaming out when the second orgasm hits you, shaking violently like a dry leaf. itachi hums in approval, smirking at your cute and yet, a little pathetic state. kitten licking at your heat over and over until heâs taken every last drop out of you.
you pant heavily, the force of two orgasms is enough to wear you out, but you want itachi, you want to feel him against you. desperately, carnally⊠and when he turns you on your belly, you know whatâs coming nextâŠ
itachi has a pretty dick, when you say pretty⊠itâs not docile. itâs just pretty. just the way itachi is, pretty but dangerous. there are ridges and nerve endings across his shaft, the tip mushroom like but thick. heâs big, uncomfortably so, but youâre used to him.
itachiâs hands are quick to spread your ass cheeks, thrusting his member all the way in in prone, watching you whimper & squeal as he pierces himself to the hilt, ripping the bandaid off. âsssh~ you got it, you got it sweetheart. all the way in.â
his hips roll back and forth against you soon enough, while he torso leans in to pepper soft, sensual kisses. âso pretty i start to lose my senses. youâre lethal, my dear.â he hums, feeling your spongy walls clamp down at him desperately at every single touch. âso cute and adorable the way you cry.â yes⊠itachiâs cock makes you cry, in the best way possible. youâre reduced to a sniffling mess from it all. the pressure of the mattress on your belly enough to make it all the way intolerable.
âpleaseâ pleaseââ you are mindlessly babbling, eyes rolling back. itachi loves it when youâre fucked out like this. so cute⊠he thinks to himself. a carnal part of him wants you to be always cockdrunk and a little tipsy on pleasure he wondersâŠ
youâre clamping desperately by the time his pace increases, sound of soft pap pap paps echoing in your shared bedroom. âthatâs it, youâre like a mould. fitting me so well, made for me.â he croons, kissing your jaw.
his own thrusts are turning sloppier, balls tightening to empty his seed deep in your womb. âthatâs it, show me how much you need me darling.â he coaxes you gently, and the tone of his voice sends shivers down your spine. you are quick to tip off the edge, screaming softly as you feel itachiâs thrusts turning faster, more brutal, almost punishing before he empties his balls into you, coating your insides with warmth. âso- perfect.â he chokes onto his own voice a little, sighing and laying atop you, both of you a mess.
âi love you, my wife.â he reminds, kissing you softly and wiping off any stray tear from your face. âgoing to prepare a bath for us.â aftercare king immediately taking over the throne.
âmm~ i love you too, âtachiâŠâ
#itachi uchiha#naruto#naruto shippuden#itachi#itachi imagines#itachi x reader#uchiha x reader#itachi fluff#uchiha fluff#naruto smut#itachi smut#uchiha smut#itachi x reader smut#naruto x reader#naruto shippuden x reader smut#uchiha x reader smut#naruto x reader smut
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joaquin phoenix's oscar acceptance speech. february 9 2020.
#this has been on my bedroom wall since then#Pay attention to the third paragraph#He touched on so many important points on the time he was given and everything rang so true for me#(I mean him narrating the documentary that ultimately made me go vegan is poetic and all)#And the way he approached that third bit there it literally made so much sense#*sigh*#Just- yeah.
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my mom is gonna own her very own house for the first time in her life within the next week. so crazy to think about
#it actually has enough bedroom for us to all have our own#i'll get to choose the color of my walls for the first time!!#and hang up art on the walls and make it really really my own#it's so odd to think about these days#because i've been a lot more removed from home and my family this semester#i never even looked at the house listing until last night#i think i'm distancing myself from it for some reason#not sure why but#i'm still excited#it's not super nice looking on the outside#and not really the best location either#but it'll be ours for the first time since over ten years ago#we are so lucky!!!#we spent so so long looking at houses and it's so difficult to find something affordable and close and big enough for our family#so this one was definitely a compromise#not very close to much and not super nice looking#but it fits us and it'll be ours!#so yeah. we are so lucky#. >> mari says shit !
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The morning so far in a nutshell:
1 - Awaken to small cat screeching for food. It is still dark. Stumble to kitchen with eyes half shut, plonk food in small cats bowl, return to bed.
Sleep.
2 - Woken back up by small cat who has finished her breakfast. A small wet kiss is deposited on my nose, and I half heartedly swat at her for her illegal trek across the pillows. The doona cover makes crunchy crunchy noises like sand. Small cat investigates whether I have left her space to climb under the blankets as well, and wanders off on learning I havenât.
Return to sleep.
3 - wake up for the third and final time, at a much more reasonable hour, still with eyes half shut. No cats are visible in the bedroom. Wander through house opening blinds and putting kettle on. Small cat is not in her customary position on the couch. I take a somewhat more decided wander through the rest of the rooms, investigating common cat sighting locations. Nil.
Small cat is lost. No peep of noise evident. Shrug, give up, assume sheâll turn up at some point, return to bed with cup of tea.
4 - Get back into bed. Spot the following:
Small cat, reacquired đ
Bonus photo from last night because I keep my bed like I may at any moment need to create a nest out of pillows and soft things:
Caverns big enough for small cats to sink into.
#StClaire speaks#her grace the duchess of beans#adjusting well to life as a gummy shark!#annoyed to live with the fact she can no longer bite me as a way of expressing her dissatisfaction with Ordeals such as bathtime#I read the wizard of Rondo when I was a kid and never ever got over the image of the treetop cabin bedroom nest in the snug#I have been on a quest to recreate it ever since#one day I will have a house with a tiny room that has a window and I will put down a wall to wall mattress#with enough blankets and pillows and quilts to stock a small shop#and I will sleep in my little nest
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being extremely sick and the oldest daughter is actually so funny because what do you mean nobody has done the laundry or cleaned dishes or mopped or swept or organized the house or washed the windows or paid the phone bills or made food or woken up my sisters for school or fed the baby or taken care of the baby or polished the wood or done anything at all. I literally have no clean clothes to wear tomorrow to school. there's five people above the age of twelve here who could at least help a little?
what could possibly be going through someone's mind to wake someone up from their fever chills shivering pool of sweat and blood stained blankets from the constant gum bleeding and nose blood clots (they amount can NOT be humanly possible)... so they can ask for food? um? I'm literally too weak to squeeze medicine out of the Tylenol bottle and y'all won't even help me do that because "don't drink so much, it's expensive" (I haven't drank any??) but ok yeah sure I'll cook a whole meal for you. just dont yell at me when you get sick too
#no because being told i cant have $6 medicine genuinely pissed me off#yall bought my 15 year old sister a FIFTY THOUSAND dollar car two weeks UNDER MY NAME because im of age now#she spends so so much money on clothes every month and she's constantly giving it to friends or throwing it out#HER BEDROOM HAS A SHOE WALL?#but noooo i need to be more grateful for what i have even though im not allowed my own bedroom#and ive been wearing the same clothes since i covid#and i flat out refuse any lunch money im offered#i hate asking for things. they always use it against me#but im still somehow the difficult one because im not as 'normal' acting as her#thank god my school has exams for the underclassmen this week so i enter school later#i literally would pass out if i had to go to school for a whole day
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this is not how i am supposed to start my year.
#so years ago my parents bought our current house#but there were some sligh foundational issues - nothing too big at the time#since then our house has been taken over by cracks in our walls and doors and windows#and I had to MOVE out of my room (my SANCTUARY) into the spare bedroom#and now I cannot sleep#the carpet is too fluffy (I paced and danced in my old [OLD] room so the carpet is rough now)#the room it Too Clean (I had to discard my jeans on the floor just to give it a little messiness)#it's much warmer in here#the window is different#this room has so much space - TOO MUCH SPACE for just little old me#a vaulted ceiling?? nope. nope nope nope I need my flat one#I need my room smaller it is meant for one person only -> moi#even sherlock is freaking the fuck out because he cannot go into the old room#SPEAKING OF WHICH#my beautiful precious room now looks like a tornado hit it!!!#cardboard boxes trash and clothes are all across my floor and I now have two different mattresses just hanging out#in my poor old room#and I HAVE. NO. BOOKSHELF.#all my life I've always had a bookshelf for my books and knick knacks and cute little succulents#all my life. bookshelf.#no bookshelf here#only vaulted ceiling#and the closet is too big for me!!!#I don't need all of this space and I don't need all of this change#some of this furniture I'm using isn't even mine!#my mother (an actual godsend) helped me bring in as much of my furniture as we could#but my bedframe is gone - the one I'm using is too big and hits the wall to easy!#I know okay I KNOW that I need to be an adult about this but I am freaking the fuck out#in six to eight months I'm not going to be living here anyways I'm going to be living in college#so all of this had to happen sooner or later right??
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bad enough that i am stuck in my life but even worse when i have to work through / around the stuckness in front of people i care about / explain it / be perceived in experiencing it. UGH!!!!!!
#purrs#i live in my childhood home i share a bedroom withy sister it hasnât been redecorated since before we were born i donât even have a license#ive never dated or even been liked like that by someone i know except one time ive never done like 75-80% of the things ppl my age do and i#gonna show up empty handed and empty brained to everythi ng and be seen as stupid and uncaring and whatever when really im just tired and m#life is so flat rn and i donât have the strength to pull it up by myself and give it shape again but i have to. i donât think i have covid#thank GOD) but i can say even without having ever gotten it and hopefully never getting it that it has ruined my life like genuinely. i mea#good things have come out of it too but i was already socially / emotionally stunted and then being locked down for a year and a half like#literaly not leaving my house for anything but medical stuff until july 2021 was so PRPFOUBDLY damaging. i feel like someone has taken a th#motion blur tool i. photoshop and just drawn like a scribble over me so some parts of me are stretched to where they need to be and other p#parts are stuck at like age idk 16 and i think i need to have most of the parts motion blurred to like⊠move forward! but i canât make that#happen and i have to explain it and move around it and itâs so EMBARRASSING omg. girl help i am flowering on the wall i am blooming late i#am hiding in my shell and i want to come out but i also DO NOT so i am cowering in fear forever and never standing up for myself or standin#up at all to be honest!! lol đžđ#anyways this post is brought to you by how INSANELY much i do not want to reply to a particular email in my inbox or spend my time tonight#[redacted] on express when i am already so exhausted. and if that makes me a bad person then so be it i guess i am one#* i donât even have a LEARNERS PERMIT let alone a license. lawl <3
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The entirety of last month was spent packing, researching new purchases for our new home and moving out. A special goodbye to this condominium and neighbourhood that I made my own. Moving on to better things!
#As a military kid/brat. private boarding school girlie & international migrant-this is the 9th place I'm moving into since kindergarten#I have to say - I love moving. I love upgrading. designing & finding new places/spots to hang out at. It's second nature to me.#It's a great privilege that I'm so grateful and thankful for.#this condo has been one of my fav places I've lived in. It's been 3 years (2021-2024) + It's the 3rd place I've lived in Toronto#after my first luxury condo (2017-2021) and my sorority house where I spent one semester in the first half of 2018.#this particular chest is special in that it's the only piece of furniture in Toronto that I've used & carried with me the longest#Summer before 12th grade I came to Toronto for vacation & University tours. We stayed at my sister's huge condo for the 3 months#That was the same luxury condo that became my first Toronto place in 2017 but my 1st time staying there was for vacay in 2016#my bedroom that summer had that brown chest I used for my clothing. We moved it to the living room when we moved into this condo in 2021#I finally said goodbye to it when we rented this condo out to tenants June 1st and moved out to a bigger place.#also pictured is the room I occupied with those iconic huge windows. I now have a balcony in my new room so the tradition of#huge windows the size of an entire wall stays!!#moving out#the moving out diary#personal
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uh oh! worlds stupidest little guy used the wrong lotion and now everything smells like my childhood bathroom and the year is 2016 and its february which means its almost valentines day which is perhaps the most accursed date on the calendar and the year is 2016 and your least favorite little guy is in full blown survival panic mode!
#fuuuuuuuuck#head in hands#i fucking . have had perhaps the worst week ive had in years . including all my time in indy last year#i have not had a single win since . idk. last saturday maybe ?#uhhhhh i dont like springtime its the most painfully nostalgic time of year#and idk why i even have this lotion but everything is dry and itchy so i was like hey im gonna treat myself to some basic self care#and now my apartment smells like my second suicide attempt and everything is horrible actually . into the garbage with you.#im going to stick my legs into the fireplace and hopefully the smell of burning flesh will drown it out!!!!!#that is. not serious. im just like. fuck#i was supposed to go home tommorrow but yet another tragedy has struck because the universe fucking hates me#so now i domt know whether i want to or not#like. is it better to grieve alone in my apartment where i (usually) feel safe#or should i go home and be surrounded by grieving family which is. a whole other process i dont know if i want to deal with#pros. i get to see loki and i am extremely pet deprived . cons. my parents are going to ask me questions about my life#and also i have to sleep in my childhood bedroom a week away from my most mentally ill day of the damn year#ugm. um. yeah#i need to cry but i havent been able to cry in a really long time and i know it would be cathartic#but also its already 1030 pm and i cant spend two more hours having a sobbing fest because i have work in the morning#and i dont know how to make myself cry without doing things that would be even more damaging to my mental state#so instead i will stare at a wall and hope the smell goes away and try to fall asleep. i fucking guess#uhhhhhhhhhhhhhg#im holding it together by a fucking thread and boy is it fraying
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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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why am i randomly thinking about places
#i know its because of a video i saw but. thinking so much now#.txt#my memories tend to focus on the ppl but the places are important. they are loved too. and yet i dont really think about them independently#like. my grandparents house. the kitchen with the orange blind that terrorided me as a kid (no idea why) and the attic and the bathroom#and the rooms where we played as kids. my best friend's house that i saw change with the years. my childhood best friend's house above her#parent's takeaway food place and the motorcycle in the living room and her older sister's bedroom with walls covered in writings from her#friends. the hotel in rome with the tiny ass shower and its curtain that sticks to you and the small old lift. my doctor's office that has#been the same since i was a baby. my ex's old room with their bed and plushes and stuff on the wall. the hospital room i stayed at after my#top surgery. anyway.
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â REMIND ME! â SYLUS QIN.
summary. six months after your breakup with sylus, news broke of you moving on, which is something he simply cannot allowânot if he can help it.
warnings. fem!reader. nsfw, infidelity, pet names, established history, hair pulling, face sitting, oral sex (female receiving) because sylus is a munch, doggy style, missionary, creampie, aftercare
wc. 6.1k
note. ⊠so, this is my first time writing on this platform. i do not stand by anyoneâs depicted behavior but⊠what can i say? I love an unconventional concept. ^.^ see you at the bottom!
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Once news broke the N109 Zone of a prospering romance in his district, Sylus couldnât find it in himself to give a damn. It was when he heard whispers of your name adjacent to another manâs that he began to listen.
He was out the front door of his home within a second, his leg swinging over his bike before Luke and Kieran could have a say in the matter.
The two men stood side by side, shouting a frantic âitâs normal to move on, man!â and a âitâs been six months!â from the doorstep as they watched their white haired boss speed away.
Sylus was sure that if he gripped the handlebars of his motorcycle any tighter, theyâd certainly break off.
If he was willing to harm his most prized possession over the pure frustration youâve stirred within him, you should consider yourself the most lucky yet damned woman alive.
He liked to think he was headstrong, but when it came to you, he lost all of his sense. You consumed him and he gladly let you, because it truly was a blessing and a curse.
For how much he loved to put the pedal to the metal, heâs never once gotten to your apartment as fast as he has just now. He didnât even bother to properly leave his bike in between the lines of a parking spot before he was practically flying towards your front door, knocking rapidly until you answered.
Surprise is etched across your face as you crack the door open just enough to see who your uninvited guest was, but a strong hand pushed it open even further. âWhat the fuââ
âWhere is he?â he cuts you off with a question, his red eyes scanning your cozy living room like a predator on the prowl.
âExcuse you, Iâ what? Where is who?â your questions stammer out as your brain tries to catch up to the scene in front of you.
Sylus forces himself to turn around and face you, realizing that his erratic behavior was likely confusing you. He hated the look you were giving him, the one that made him feel like a pure inconvenience to you (even though he certainly was behaving like one).
âYour⊠boyfriend,â he clarifies, almost choking on the word. The fact that the title was no longer his was already a problem in and of itself, but losing it to another man was something he simply could not allow. âWhere is he?â
âOh, I see,â you say, narrowing your eyes at him as you give him a once over. âYou think that youâre going to barge into my apartment and pummel the ever living shit out of my boyfriend?â
âMore or less,â he answers, his long strides continuing a bit further down your hallway. âPreferably more.â
You scoff, leaning against the wall with your arms crossed tightly over your chest as you watch your exâboyfriend scope out your apartment that heâs all too familiar with.
âHe isnât here.â
âSo Iâve gathered,â he replies, his head poking into your bedroom.
Sylus did his best to sound nonchalant, though his heart rate was through the roof. He saw no signs of any male presenceâno messily discarded clothes, no misplaced shoes, no second toothbrush in the bathroomâwhich meant that your relationship wasnât as serious as heâd imagined.
And boy, was he relieved to figure that much out.
You straighten off the wall as he enters your bedroom, hurriedly walking behind him as you speak, âYâknow, since your objective for coming here canât be achieved, you are more than welcome to leave.â
âDid I say that was my only objective?â he simply asks, his eyes scanning your bedroom.
A bit had changed since heâd last been in here. You changed your comforter to a floral pattern, and you even matched the drapes to the shade of your bedding.
Your attention to detail was something he admired about you, and his attention to detail was something you used to love, though as his eyes fell to your open underwear drawerâyouâre growing to hate it. A lot.
âGet out of there!â you exclaim, rushing to shove it closed, only to catch his slender finger in the crossfire.
He winces slightly, lifting his already bruising finger to your line of vision. âYouâve wounded me, sweetie. Kiss it better?â
You scoff, slightly pushing his hand away from your face. In any other context, you would have apologized, but given the fact that Sylus had entered your apartment without invitation and threatened to harm your boyfriend within five minutes of his arrival was enough to make you think that this made the two of you almost even.
A small smirk tugs at Sylusâs lips as he presses his finger to his tongue, soothing the stinging that you caused. Your eyes linger on his mouth for a bit longer than they should, and if he noticed (which he certainly did), he didnât say anything.
âI see you went shopping,â he mumbled, his eyes falling to your now closed underwear drawer. âThatâs a shame, baby. A damn shame.â
You canât help the scoff that leaves your mouth. âWhyâs that?â
âI hate the idea of another man seeing whatâs mine,â Sylus answers, tilting his head to the side as he gives your body an agonizingly slow once over, âin such pretty fabric, at that.â
Heat rushes to your face at his implication, and youâre not sure if itâs because youâre uncomfortable or if youâre flustered by his forwardness. You figure itâs a mixture of both, but you mask it with an annoyed huff.
âI can do what I want,â you refute, crossing your arms over your chest. âAnd if what I want is to buy panties that youâll never have the privilege of seeing me wear, then thatâs exactly what Iâll do.â
Sylus clicks his tongue, shaking his head with the slightest smirk curving upwards on his lips. He finds your attitude to be just as adorable as it is frustrating. With the way you look, arms tightly crossed over your chest with the tiniest wrinkle in between your eyebrows, heâd liken you to an angry kitten.
âIf youâre trying to rile me up, youâre succeeding,â he states, drumming his fingers on your dresser.
Your eyes flit away at that. âIâm not trying to do anything. In fact, I want nothing to do with you.â
He scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. Itâs the first time heâs looked remotely upset with you from the moment he arrived. âYour boyfriend may fall for this little act of yours, but I wonât.â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
Sylus straightens up, his tall frame towering over you. You almost feel antsy under his gaze, but you do your best to hide it.
âI am what your heart truly desires,â he lowly murmurs, his finger tracing from the middle of your collarbones to the valley of your breasts. âAnd you can lie to him, you can even lie to yourselfâbut you cannot lie to me. I can see your deepest desires, remember?â
Betrayal is your bodyâs first instinct. Your breath hitches in your throat the moment the pad of his index finger runs across your skin, and you physically have to fight off a whine from escaping your lips.
In an attempt to salvage the situation, you straighten up, glancing towards your bedroom door. âThatâs⊠bullshit, Sylus. Get out of my head.â
âItâs nothing of the sort,â he replies with a much gentler tone now. âAnd Iâll do no such thing. Your mind is my favorite place to be.â
He studies his reddened finger for a moment, silently deciding to steer the conversation from its more serious direction. âIt still wonât feel better until it gets a kiss from its favorite girl, you know.â
Against your better judgment, your eyes betray you by studying the reddened pad of his finger. It shouldnât be as enticing of a view as it is. You find it to be almost criminal.
âYou can lose that finger for all I care,â you huff, trying not to remember how good it used to feel inside of you.
âSo brash.â Sylus forces a pout on his lips, though it doesnât last long. He presses a kiss to his own finger before he extends his arm to rest on the edge of your dresser, keeping you caged against your drawers.
âYouâre awfully lucky that Iâm a forgiving man,â he murmurs, his red eyes trained to yours. âYou can do almost anything to me and Iâd allow it.â
Judging by the way your expression lights up, that seems to give you an idea.
âReally?â you inquire, narrowing your eyes. âSay, if I punched you square in your face, would you allow it?â
âIâm not opposed to finding out,â he answers, his eyelids fluttering as he continues to drink in your beauty. âYou know I love it when youâre rough with me.â
That comment forces a flush to your face, and you almost have to pinch yourself to keep your mind from bringing forward all of the memories that proved just how true that statement was.
It infuriates you how easily he could get a reaction out of you, no less than six months after you broke up with him. Perhaps that was why, in a split second decision (one that youâre hardly aware youâre making), your fist goes flying towards his face.
Sylus firmly stops your wielding hand before it can make contact with his cheek. His fingers unwind your fist and bring your hand close, allowing him to press a few chaste kisses to your knuckles.
âHave I told you how pretty you look today?â he asks, his voice slightly muffled by the kisses heâs peppering on your hand. âSo, so beautiful.â
Only he would say such a thing after you attempted to inflict bodily harm upon him. You wish you could rationalize his behavior, but you canâtâthatâs just Sylus.
Your body betrays you in every way, shape, and form. Your face is flushed, your eyes are half lidded, and the mere contact of his lips on your knuckles is enough for butterflies to flutter in your stomach.
Grasping onto the last bit of common sense you have, you pull your hand from his grasp.
âItâs time for you to go,â you insist, beginning to slide against the dresser to escape his gaze.
Sylus allows you to create a bit of distance between the two of you, lifting his arm up from your dresser to let you walk away. The last thing he wants is to make you feel suffocatedâthe very reason you broke up with him in the first place.
He tried to do better, but when it came to you, he couldnât help himself. He wasnât an animal, though. He loved you more than words could ever describe, and heâd allow you anything you wanted. And if physical space was what you wanted, heâd grant it to you.
âYou know Iâd do anything for you,â he quietly says, his voice carrying an unforeseen vulnerability to it, âbut I canât do what youâre asking of me. I canât let you give yourself to a bastard who doesnât deserve you.â
Your eyebrows raise. âHow can you be so sure he doesnât deserve me?â
âI know you, baby. Thatâs how.â
A beat of silence passes, and he conjures up the courage to continue. âAnd Iâm positive there isnât a single soul who could possibly deserve your favor,â Sylus reasons, loosely crossing his arms over his broad chest, his toned biceps showing through the sleeves of his black buttonâup shirt. âNot even myself. Iâm man enough to recognize that.â
His answer catches you off guard, but you do your best to maintain your front. You donât want him to see how his words seem to squeeze at your heart.
âThen why are you here?â you genuinely ask.
Sylus knows heâs backed himself into a corner, and contrary to what you might think, heâd intended to do just that.
He wants you to give him the green light to speak every word that heâs longed to say to you from the moment heâd seen you last, and now that you have, the floodgates are open.
âIâm selfish,â he admits, taking a tentative step towards you. âIâm drunk on you, and I canât bear the thought of sobering up, even after all this time. Itâs unfair, itâs horrible, itâs cruelâI know this, sweetie. But⊠I find my serenity in your eyes, and with you gone, my life is purgatory. The confines of hell must be more pleasant than what it is that I feel when Iâm without you.â
Internally, youâre floored. Gobsmacked, even. Externally, youâre looking at him with the same soft expression youâve worn this entire time.
Met with your silence, Sylus begins to internally panic. He slowly takes a few steps towards you, and when you donât attempt to maintain the distance between you, his hands move to cup your face.
âRid me of this life,â he whispers, his mouth so close that you can feel the warmth of his breath fan across your lips. âI cannot go on, not without you beside me.â
You truly hate how easy it is for him to reduce you to nothing but putty. You have a new boyfriend, youâve moved on, youâve allowed the love that you and Sylus shared to be nothing more than history.
You wanted to believe that moving forward was the best thing you could do, but if that was true, why is it that your heart hadnât felt full until you laid eyes on Sylus? It seems to beat differently, like itâs finally come back to life in his presence.
Noticing the softening of your eyes, Sylus canât help himself. He leans forward and presses a kiss to your forehead, holding both of you there for a few seconds. The sheer tenderness of his action was enough to make you melt, and you were sure you wouldâve if his hands on your face werenât grounding you.
âIâve missed you so much,â he admits, tilting your head up so that he can look into your eyes.
Sylus was never one for verbal affection (or being desperate for a womanâs favor) prior to you, but heâd make this exception a million times over if it meant he could have you however youâd let him.
Youâve nearly forgotten all of your allegiances, and you canât even blame yourself for it. You know that indulging in him is like eating a forbidden fruit, and even then, you canât forbid yourself from its tasteânot when you know how sweet it is. What you feel goes beyond want; itâs pure, unadulterated need.
âNo response for me?â he asks.
You shake your head, swallowing the growing lump in your throat. You carefully slide out of his grasp and sit on the edge of your bed, his eyes trailing you as you do so.
Youâre a firm believer that nothing is real until youâve said it out loud, and Sylus is more than aware of that. He doesnât want to push you too hard, but heâs never been one to back down from a challenge.
As you sit, your thighs naturally part and your skirt rides up just a bit, and the sight of the pink fabric clothing your pussy is enough to elicit behavior that youâve never once seen from Sylus.
âGod, you are a privilege,â he murmurs, taking a few steps towards you. Without hesitation, he slowly descends to his knees before you, his hands trailing up your thighs. âSuch a sight,â he adds his eyes flitting to the dampening fabric of your underwear, âsuch a beautiful sight.â
If his words werenât enough, the sight of him kneeling in front of you was enough to make you faint. (Or scream. Or cum. Maybe all three at the same time, youâre not sure.)
âAllow me the night,â Sylus pleads, his glowing red eyes finally locking onto yours. His hand moves to brush your hair from your face, tucking it loosely behind your ear. âJust the night. One night to indulge you.â
Lying would be no use, all things considered. Heâd already shamelessly eyed the needy area between your thighs, knowing that the arousal collecting there is for him. Your stomach swirls with a mixture of guilt and need, and you honestly feel like youâre in an impossible position.
âSylus,â you breathe, your heartbeat thumping so hard that youâre surprised your chest hasnât burst. âThis is so wrong.â
He shakes his head as his large, gentle hands move to rest on your knees. âYour pleasure means more to me than a simple case of right and wrong.â
âI wish it was as simple as you make it seem,â you say, a long sigh leaving you.
âCanât it be?â Sylus questions, his thumbs idly stroking your knees. âAllow me this one night to remind you of how I feel about you, how you feel about me. If you want me to leave you alone by the time morning comes, I will accept that with a smile.â
Youâd like to imagine that youâre stronger than this, that the idea of a final night of lovemaking with your ex-boyfriend to get him out of your head for good isnât appealingâbut it is.
Itâs something youâve thought about before (in the dead of night with your hand stuffed down your shorts), but never did you think it could become a reality.
Only now, with him kneeling in front of you, it was.
âOkay,â you sheepishly murmur. âRemind me.â
You know this is absolutely horrible of you to do, but you canât find the will to deny yourself this. As much as you tried to get Sylus out of your head, you never could. Not long enough for it to make a difference, anyway.
(Perhaps this, a final intimate night between the two of you, will be just what you need to move on for good.)
Sylus knows that his time with you is limited, but he plans to make it the best night of your existence.
(Perhaps if he can remind you of how much heâs willing to give, how much he loves you, how much heâs missed youâyouâll change your mind.)
His large, strong hands trail up as he drapes your legs over his shoulders, pressing a few kisses to your calves and inner thighs. He presses a kiss to the fabric of your underwear, his tongue drawing out to taste the wet spot of fabric.
Sylus isnât sure whatâs come over him, but he honestly feels like heâll either implode or cry at the sight of you right now. To have you again is something heâs dreamt about more than heâd like to admit, and he plans to show you just how much your absence has affected him as his fingers slide beneath your skirt to hook under the thin fabric of your underwear.
âThank you,â he mutters against your skin, tugging the fabric down your legs. âOh, fuck,â he mutters aloud the moment his eyes land on your heat.
He could seriously cum in his pants right now, and if heâs not careful, he will. His hands lock onto your thighs, pulling you to the edge of the bed to give him better access to your glistening cunt.
âPussyâs all mine,â he breathes, licking a long stripe up your slit.
You would have replied if he hadnât buried his face in between your thighs. His tongue laps at your wetness before he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking harshly at it with hollowed cheeks.
A cry leaves your lips at the sensation, your hand gripping onto his white hair as you revel in the feeling his tongue is giving you.
Heâs eating you out like a man starved, his own moans rumbling into your cunt, his cock straining against the confines of his pants. Sylus could do this for days if you let him, but after not having you like this for so long, he canât help himself from needing more.
Within moments, heâs slowly pushing you higher on your bed, still licking at your pussy until heâs physically unable to. He looks up at you with crazed eyes, licking his spit-slick lips as he kicks his shoes off.
âSit on my face,â he murmurs, moving to lay on your bed. When heâs met with your hesitance, heâs grasping onto your arm to carefully pull you towards him. âI might die without it.â
Youâve never once seen a man so pussy drunk in your entire life, but youâre in absolutely no position to deny him. So, you move to hover above him, your hands resting on your headboard. You hear a satisfied moan beneath you, and heâs soon hooking his arms around your thighs.
âYou wonât die without it,â you grumble. âIn fact, you might die because of it. Suffocationââ
âSuffocation of this kind might be the best way to go,â he cuts you off, licking a faint swipe against your folds. âIn fact, when weâre old and withered, it might be my last ask of you.â
Your face flushes, and you can feel heat rushing to both your cunt and your cheeks. Noticing the coy face youâre making, Sylus canât help himself from laying a faint smack on your ass, squeezing its plushness as he stares up at you.
âFor now, though,â he purrs, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. âI want you to let go for me. Canât have you dangling this pretty cunt in my face without letting me taste it.â
As you hesitantly begin to relax your thighs and lower on top of him, he lifts his head up to meet you halfway and gather your slick on his tongue.
âVery good, baby,â Sylus purrs, dropping his head back onto your sheets as he pulls your hips down the rest of the way, ânow sit.â
When all of your weight crashes down on him, a soft gasp leaves your lips at the sheer passion behind the movements of his tongue. He almost seems to be more incentivized. His eyes flutter shut as he mouths at your pussy, the moans leaving his mouth in combination with the absolute filthy sounds of his tongue are enough to drive you insane.
Sylus feels like heâs finally left purgatory and has transcended into heaven. With his pretty girl on his face, taking her on his tongue, making the most beautiful little noisesâheâs honestly never felt better.
(Well, there is that whole new boyfriend thing looming in the back of his mind, but heâs sure that youâll take care of that once heâs done taking care of you.)
One of your hands leaves the headboard to grasp onto his hair, your eyes screwing shut as you rock your hips over his tongue. âSylus,â you breathe out through a moan. âIâmâ oh, shitââ
Sylusâs cock twitches as you moan his name, his eyes fluttering shut as one of his hands help to guide the rocking of your hips. With his other, he palms himself through his trousers, his mouth working tirelessly to make you feel good.
Even as self-admittedly selfish as he is, he canât bear the idea of putting his pleasure above your ownâeven if the ache is physically eating away at him. With you writhing above him, the sounds youâre making, the look on your face, itâs all too muchâeven for him.
Your mouth lulls open as you let out the most beautiful whine heâs ever heard, and his tongue slows down, working you through your first orgasm of the night. He eagerly collects your juices with his tongue, his eyes rolling back as he finally presses a final kiss to your swollen clit.
âI can stay this way forever,â he says against your inner thigh, placing a kiss to your warm skin, âyou and me,â he places another kiss, âtogether.â
You shift to lay beside him, out of breath and looking beautifully disheveled. Sylus licks his lips and lies starryâeyes beside you. Soon enough, a huff of laughter escaped his throat, realizing he mightâve said too much there.
Sylus turns his head to look at you. âWas that enough to get an âI miss you tooâ out of that mouth of yours?â
You let out a breathless laugh, your hand running over your face. âNo,â you lie.
That was the best orgasm youâve had since your breakup, but he doesnât need to know that.
âYouâve developed quite the attitude,â he muses, rolling on top of you. He slots his lips against yours, licking into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue.
âThat boyfriend of yours must not fuck it out of you like he should,â he adds, the low volume of his voice rumbling against your skin as he kisses along your jaw, âlike I can.â
Before you can think twice, youâre lifting your hips against the bulge in his pants, a soft gasp escapes your lips as you feel the very prominent shape of his hardened cock. With a grunt, Sylus pushes your hips down, his fingers brushing against your inner thighs.
âSuch a needy little thing,â he purrs, his hand moving to cup your mound. âFirst youâre insisting I leave, and now youâre hoping Iâll give you my cock. Youâre sending me mixed signals here, baby.â
Youâre seeing stars, and your hand grasps onto his wrist, feeling the way his muscles tense as he begins to toy with your clit.
âI want it,â you whine, your toes curling as the pad of his middle finger circles your entrance, âyouâre⊠youâre being a tease.â
âThatâs right,â he whispers, licking a long stripe up your neck. âIf you want it bad enough, youâre gonna have to prove it, baby.â
Your head tilts to the side as Sylus pulls away from your neck to look down at you. His fingers move to work at the button of your skirt, tugging it down your legs and tossing it onto the floor of your room.
âHow?â you ask.
He presses his lips to yours as his hands tug up your shirt, breaking the kiss to carefully pull it over your head. His large hands palm at your breasts, bringing your perked nipples in between his fingers.
âPick up the phone,â Sylus answers, releasing your breasts to sit up in front of you, his hands moving to undo his belt.
Your curiosity soon turns into something much more lustful as he pulls his trousers and boxers down his thighs. His shirt goes next, the fabric decorating your floor. His cock looks even better than you remember, but he snaps his fingers in front of your face to gather your attention.
âSorry, what?â you ask, shaking your head to snap yourself out of your trance.
âPick up the phone,â he repeats, reaching to your bedside table to hand you your cell.
You take the device from him, looking at it with confusion. You were embarrassed that you hadnât even noticed it ringing, far too distracted by the sight of him stroking his hand along his length, but your embarrassment soon turns into dread as you read the caller ID.
It is, of course, none other than your boyfriend.
âSylus, thatâsâ thatâs crazy,â you stammer out, looking between his eyes, his cock, and your phone.
He snickers, and he flips you onto your stomach, his hands grasping onto the plush of your hips to pull your ass up. âWhatâs crazy is the fact that you expect me to fuck you without your boyfriendâs knowledge.â
âYouâre above adultery?â you gasp out.
Sylus shakes his head, his hand moving to prod your entrance with the tip of his cock, his other hand grasping onto your hair to pull you back against his chest.
âObviously not,â he replies, licking along the shell of your ear. âJust wanna show him how beneath it you are.â
Your heart slams against your chest as he takes the device from you and answers the call, holding the phone to your ear.
âLet him hear,â he purrs, slowly pushing his cock inside of you. âThe noises you make with my cock buried inside you are such a prize. Itâd be a disservice to not share.â
A sharp whine leaves your lips as he tugs on your hair, tilting your head to give himself better access to your neck as he bottoms out inside of you. âTell him what youâre up to, sweetie,â he simply says, sucking a faint mark onto your neck.
On the other end of the line, your partner begins to blab on about his day, though youâre hardly able to listen, not when Sylus is pushing his cock inside of you like a madman. Your body tenses as he stretches you out, the sensation forcing a moan out of your mouth, though the man on the other end of the line didnât seem to notice.
âThatâs it, baby,â he whispers, resting his chin on the crook of your shoulder to press an open-mouthed kiss to your jaw, âtaking my cock so nicely. Missed this pussy so much.â
ââso then, I told him⊠wait. Are you with someone?â
Your heart rate skyrockets as Sylus draws his hips back only to pound the length of his cock inside of you. âOh, fuck⊠y-yes,â you choke into the phone, almost breathless.
âThank you for your confession, my dear,â Sylus teasingly remarks, knowing that your response was a reaction to how good he feels inside of you rather than an answer to your boyfriendâs question.
He presses a faint kiss to your shoulder as he thrusts into you again, using his grip on your hair to push you back onto your stomach. He then brings the phone to his own ear, watching with a wide grin as you arch your back to take as much of his cock as you can.
âOur friend canât talk right now,â he says into the receiver, grunting as your walls clench around him. âSheâs gotten lost and found herself on my cock, which is such a positive turn of events, let me tell you,â the pace of his hips thrusting into you only seems to get more intense with each word he says, âconsidering itâs right where she belongs.â
âW-what? Who the fuck are you? Iââ
âI canât stay on the line to talk much either,â Sylus continues, his free hand grasping a bit tighter onto your hair as he tugs on it to fuck deeper and harder inside of you, his skin slapping against yours with each heavy thrust. âHave to make her cum for all the times you couldnât.â
Youâre lost in a whirlwind of sensations, your mouth gaped open as you moan out with each thrust he makes, your back arched as much as you could make it. You can feel a pool of warmth building inside of your lower stomach, and you let out a cry of pleasure.
You havenât been fucked this good in, well⊠six months. That much is obvious to the both of you, given the way youâve been losing your mind with each forceful push of his hips. He knows your body in ways youâll never understand, and luckily for you, you donât need to understand in order to receive the pleasure that heâs desperately trying to give you.
âSylus!â you gasp out, serving as a warning for how close you already are.
âMm, gotta go, duty calls,â Sylus says into the phone, releasing his grip on your hair to move his hand between your legs, two of his fingers circling your clit. âCall my woman again and Iâll kill you.â
Tapping the screen to end the call, he tosses your phone mindlessly, and itâs only when you hear it drop against the floor do you turn around to look at him.
âSylus!â you scold.
He gives you a wry smile as he slowly pulls out of you, rolling you onto your back. âIâll buy you a new one, pretty. Donât worry.â
You open your mouth to protest, but when he slowly pushes his cock inside of you again, youâre hardly in the protesting mood at all.
Sylus towers over you, his forearm propping him up as he slowly fucks into you, his red eyes trained to yours. âGod, baby, Iâve missed you.â
Almost instinctively, your hands wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to you. There was a hidden intimacy of this position that youâve always loved. He obliges to your request, resting his forehead on yours as he thrusts harder inside of you.
âYou take me so well,â he whispers, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. âSo, so beautifully.â
You mewl at the softness of his praise, your eyes glossing over as he continues to fuck you into oblivion, your walls tensing around him. He hisses at the feeling, dipping his head to press a kiss on your cheek.
He can tell that youâre close, and he knows just what you need. He wonât give it to you so easily, though.
âSweetie?â he breathes out.
You nod your head before breathlessly replying, âyeah?â
Sylus gives you a smirk as he raises his bruised finger to your lips. âKiss it better. Let me use it on you.â
Protest is not on your agenda anymore, not by a long shot. You kiss the pad of his finger without hesitation, and you proceed to capture it with your mouth, your tongue soothing the bruising.
He smiles at the sight, a groan leaving his lips as he continues to thrust his cock inside of you. âSo pretty, baby. God, youâre beautiful.â
Sylus retracts his finger from your mouth to bring it to your clit, his spit-slick finger rubbing it in beautiful, moan-earning circles. He watches as your eyes almost immediately haze over at the stimulation.
He lowers his head to suck on your nipple, his free hand palming at your other breast as means of stimulating you in any way he can. After a moment, he latches onto your other breast, his tongue swirling around the hardened peak.
âGod, ahâ Sylus!â you moan, your hands wrapping around his neck.
He nips at your breast before he pulls away, a guttural moan leaving his mouth as he feels you clench around his cock. âYou gonna come for me again, beautiful?â
You nod your head, rising up from the pillow to press a kiss on his lips, and his large hand moves to cup the back of your head as he kisses you through your orgasm. His fingers gently thread through your hair, giving you the best of both worlds.
âCream my cock, baby. Itâs all yours, always will be,â he mutters against your lips, his thrusts growing slower as he twitches inside of you.
Sylus breaks the kiss to look down at you, a heavy pant leaving him. âWhere do you want me?â he breathlessly asks.
As if that were a question you ever responded differently to, he still needed to ask, even though you answered just the same. âIn⊠in me.â
He nods his head as he thrusts inside of you a few more times, pressing an open-mouthed kiss on your cheek as he bottoms out inside of you, stuffing you full of his thick, white cum.
A moment passes in which the two of you simply pant breathlessly to each other, your sweaty foreheads pressed together. It was a beautiful scene by all measures.
âI missed you too,â you finally pant out, a smile breaking your lips. âI missed you a lot.â
He chuckles breathlessly at that. âI missed you even more, sweetie.â
Sylus presses a soft kiss on your cheek before he slowly pulls out of you, traveling slowly to your bathroom before returning with a damp towel. He settles in front of you again, using the warm towel to gently clean up the mess heâs made of you between your legs.
You stare at him with the most lovestruck eyes heâs ever seen, and it only makes him smile. âYou tired, baby?â he lowly asks.
Nodding your head, you extend your arms to him, and he pulls you into his arms without question. He lies down on his back, holding you against his chest. His large hand runs over your back while the other one tugs your blankets over the both of you, giving you a bit of warmth.
Not that he needed anything more than your presence. He feels like heâs on cloud nine, holding the woman that he loves, running his fingers through her hair just as he used to.
âI love you,â he murmurs into your ear, pressing a soft kiss on the top of your head. Itâs almost concerning how much he loves you, but he canât help it.
âI love you,â you lazily return the sentiment.
As you cuddle into his chest, you canât help but wonder what would have happened if he hadnât shown up today, if heâd left you alone, if he let you move on.
You know itâs crazy to think about.
After all, itâs Sylus. Your Sylus. Heâs the only person youâve ever needed, and now that heâs reminded you of that, you wonât forget it.
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pairing: dbf!Joel Miller x f!reader
words: 6.7k
summary: In an attempt to keep your relationship secret, Joel agrees to a blind date set up by his best friend / your father. You don't take it well.
warnings: 18+ minors dni, pre-outbreak, age gap (reader is in her early 20s, Joel is 36), secret relationship, angst, explicit smut, oral (f!receiving), unprotected piv, semi-public sex, car sex, creampie, some fluff; lmk if I missed anything!
a/n: so sorry it took me almost a month to post something new ffs - life got busy and my inspiration simultaneously disappeared. but we're back, baby! anyway, dbf!joel owns my ass, so here's my rendition of him. as always, ty to my baby @javisashtray for reading this over for me and helping me through the creative process <3
Joelâs bedroom window offers a perfect view of the sunrise; of shy, pink light creeping over treetops and the roof of your dadâs house across the street.
Itâs gorgeous â breathtaking, even â maybe because you can count on one hand the number of times youâve actually seen the crest of morning. Youâre far more privy to late nights and sleeping in as long as you can push it, never been one to be up with the lark, so to speak.
You donât mind the early wakeup call, though, not when itâs this: Joelâs head tucked between your thighs, his tongue rolling lazily over your clit, your eyes still adjusting to the light as he spreads you open for him.
Heâs humming against you, his coarse beard tickling soft skin, thumbs dug into muscle to hold you in place as your back bows reflexively off the mattress. He looks so sweet like this, so eager to please, staring up at you with blown pupils.
âCâmon baby,â he purrs. âJust gimme one before you go.â
Theyâre the first words heâs said all morning, the first thought thatâs necessitated utterance. His voice is hoarse and deep and drips honey-sweet at your core.Â
Even so, despite how badly you want to â because you always want Joelâs mouth on you â youâre not sure you can.Â
Because you need to get home before Denise next door leaves for her early shift. Before Susan a few houses down takes her dog out for a walk.
Before the neighborhood wakes and somebody sees you leaving Joel Millerâs house. Or worse, before your dad catches you slipping into the house in yesterdayâs clothes, your car in the driveway still cold.
But with another experimental flick of Joelâs tongue, you forget all that, a content little sigh slipping past your parted lips, betraying you.
Just one, you tell yourself, and then youâll head out.
âFuck, okay â yeah,â you breathe, twisting your fingers into the roots of his curls.
With your permission, he buries his nose in your mound. Licks at you again â with more purpose, this time. One long, drawn out lap followed by another. Â
Heâs so gentle with you, so careful, caressing your folds with his tongue like theyâre made of paper. Itâs a dizzying juxtaposition to the way he laid you down last night and fucked you, teeth scraping your neck and cock bruising your cervix.
Youâre still sore, your walls tender where he stretched them, but your pussy is drooling nonetheless, surely making a mess of the bedsheets underneath you.
Because youâre insatiable when it comes to Joel.Â
For the past few weeks, since the first time youâd found yourself in his bed, youâve craved him. Regardless of how sated heâs left you each and every time, youâve needed more.Â
Itâs dangerous and stupid and undeniably wrong, having a fling with your dadâs best-friend. But youâre finding it difficult to consider the morality of it all when just his tongue makes you come harder than any other manâs cock ever has.Â
That tongue, now dipping into your apex, drawing more slick out of you as his thumb finds your swollen clit â Itâs overwhelming how good it feels, how good he is at this.
Heâs bringing you to the edge languidly, savoring the taste of you, the feel of your silky flesh. Itâs like he doesnât want this to be over, needs to stretch the moment as far as itâll go, milk every last second before you slip from his grasp.
But itâs going to end soon; itâs inevitable with the way heâs laving your pussy, the crushed velvet of his tongue gliding through your folds so wet and warm. Your orgasm is building, and youâre powerless to stave it off any longer.
âJoel,â you warn, his name a high-pitched whine.Â
âShh, I know babygirl; itâs okay.âÂ
Two of his fingers hook at your entrance and push in, pacifying you as his thumb continues working your clit. âI got you. Let go for me, sweetheart.â
The soothe of his voice floods your senses like nitrous; renders your body loose and your head foggy. You come apart with a string of shattered breaths, eyes rolled back and fingers twisted into the duvet.
Joel talks you through it: thatâs it, pretty girl; so good for me; always so good for me, and though he sounds so far away, his words are the only thing keeping you tethered to reality.
The world comes back into view slowly. Air settles in your lungs. And you canât help but laugh at how fucked-out you feel when you peer down at Joel, his gaze already locked on you, expectantly.
âOkay?â he asks, rubbing at your inner thigh.
âYeah,â you exhale, corners of your lips pulling taut. âMore than okay.â
He smiles back at you. Props himself up with hands planted either side of you on the mattress and hovers over your feeble form.
âGood,â he whispers, dipping his head down to kiss your forehead, your nose, your mouth. He licks into you, letting you taste yourself on him â a little sweet, a little bitter â and his lips are so soft that you nearly melt. âDid so good, angel.âÂ
You want nothing more than to spend all day in this bed with him. Return the favor a few times over. Learn what he looks like in the afternoon sun against the backdrop of navy blue sheets. What he tastes like after his coffee rather than before.
âI donât want to leave,â you admit against his mouth and he frowns, taking one of your hands in his. He presses a kiss to each of your knuckles, one by one, his eyes never straying from yours.
âI donât want you to either, darlinâ. But you can come back tonight, yeah?â
Tonight. Hours away. A whole day between now and then. But itâll have to do.Â
âTonight,â you repeat. Solidify it.Â
You slink home just as the street lights dim.
The house is quiet when you enter, apart from the incessant ticking of the grandmother clock in the living room. It sets off a throbbing in your head, a dull pang right at the front of your skull that you massage with two fingers as you ascend the stairs.
You move cautiously up each step, wincing at every creak of old wood. It must take minutes to reach the second-floor landing, and then youâre tiptoeing past your fatherâs room, listening for signs of sleep behind the seal of his door. Sure enough, you catch it, a single, drawn-out snore, loud enough that you let your feet fall, shuffling the rest of the way to the bathroom across the hall.
You immediately crank the shower on, climbing in as soon as you see steam. Lathering your skin with citrus-scented body wash, the smell of sex washes off your body and down the drain.
The warm water soothes your sore muscles; bittersweet relief. You stand there until the stream grows icy, stepping out and toweling yourself off just as you hear the familiar blare of your dadâs alarm on the other side of the wall.
By the time youâve dressed and made your way downstairs, heâs already in the kitchen, nursing a cup of coffee with his back to you.Â
Sink empty, counters borderline sparkling, a coaster tucked under his warm mug â your father is a neat man. He does not take kindly to mess.
God forbid, anybody disrupt the sacred balance of his home; move something and forget to put it back, break something of his that should be kept intact.
âHey.â
âHey, kiddo,â he yawns. Turns to face you. âYou were up early. Heard the shower going.â
âCouldnât sleep,â you lie.
âSomething on your mind?â
Heat blooms across your chest and up your neck. Thereâs no way he knows â youâve been far too careful. Still, youâre on edge, and the question lodges itself between your ribs uncomfortably as you frantically search for an answer.
âUh, n-no,â you stutter. âJust work stuff, I guess.â
He seems to buy it, reaching for the percolator and re-filling his mug with a sigh, âJust gotta give it time. You only just started. Plus, itâs your first job out of school. They donât expect you to know it all right away.â
Itâs good advice, if not misguided. You nod as if youâre absorbing it, taking it straight to heart. As if your mind isnât preoccupied.
You grab a mug from the cabinet. Fill it with coffee and creamer. Perch yourself at the breakfast table and take a slow, steadying sip.
The caffeine has just about seeped into your bloodstream when-
-thereâs a knock at the door.
Your dad shoots you a puzzled look, one which you immediately return. Who could that be, so early on a Wednesday morning?
And when he pushes open the door to reveal none other than Joel, you just about fall out of your chair. Your nails absentmindedly dig into the wood of the table in an attempt to brace yourself.
âOh, buddy â hey! Come on in,â your dad says, patting him on the back as he steps over the threshold. âWasnât expecting you.â
You grasp the handle of your mug like a lifeline. For a fleeting moment, you worry the ceramic will shatter in your hands.
Joel is dressed â blue cotton t-shirt covering his broad back and the deep, red scratches you left there when you dug your nails into skin, your legs hiked over his hips and your face tucked into his chest.
The pair of boxers peeking over the waistband of his jeans are different from the ones you pulled off of him last night, the ones he shimmied back into before you slept cradled in his arms.
Heâs a different Joel here, now â your fatherâs friend, your neighbor â not the man who breaks you down with his tongue or the one who calls you his good girl while you take his entire, throbbing length.Â
No, this Joel, standing in your kitchen in the presence of your father, has never betrayed him. Hasnât tasted his friendâs daughter or felt the tight embrace of her wet, warm cunt around his cock. This Joel is reliable, honest, not one to do harm.
You do not desire this Joel, cannot. You must look at him with apathetic eyes. Must keep the boat of your longing at bay.Â
Easier said than done. Itâs as if your desire for him is a feral beast, fed by his touch and left starving in its wake. You feel like youâve just run a marathon, sweat beading at your collar as you not-so-subtly follow the subconscious flex of his hands, the bunching of fabric over his biceps.
His voice bounces off the backsplash, and your fingers tighten around the handle of your mug.
âYeah, I uh â I went to make myself coffee and realized I was out. Was hopinâ you might have some to spare?â
He canât be serious. He came over for coffee? He couldnât get some on the road?
âIâm afraid she took the last of it,â your dadâs eyes point to you, and you ignore the burn of Joelâs gaze when his follow.
âAhh,â he says. ââts okay. Iâll grab some on my way in.âÂ
His fingers taptaptap on the edge of the countertop, bottom lip tucked between his teeth like thereâs something else. Another reason he came here.
And then you spot it â your wallet, dark red leather, poking out the top of Joelâs back pocket.Â
You mustâve left it in his room before you hurried home. Somewhere amongst the mess of trinkets and trash on his dresser. You half-remember dropping it there last night as heâd kneeled in front of you and peppered kisses up the length of your leg.
Thankfully, your dad is oblivious as ever, giving Joel the perfect opportunity to inconspicuously slip you your wallet when he turns around and crosses the kitchen, placing his empty mug in the sink.Â
Joel sidesteps once, twice, extending his arm and snapping it back as soon as you have the wallet in your grasp.
Your father clears his throat. Spins to find Joel exactly where he was. âIâve been thinking,â he starts, wrestling a slice of bread out of the bag and dropping it into the toaster, âI gotta set you up with this co-worker of mine, Deb.â
Joel freezes. You watch as the color drains from his face and his large hand anxiously cards through dark curls. Youâre pretty sure you freeze too, breath caught somewhere in your throat until your dad turns to you and you remember to exhale.Â
âYou know Deb, right, honey?â he asks. You mentally flick through the rolodex of your dadâs coworkers.Â
Thereâs Leanne, tall redhead, hosted a potluck a few months back at which you tasted the worst mac & cheese youâve ever had. And Barbara from accounting, who he got into a heated argument with over who makes the best BBQ in the city. You only remember her name because he hadnât shut up about how wrong her opinion was for a full week.Â
This woman actually thinks the Smoke Shop has got better ribs than Louâs. I said to her, Barbara, your taste buds must be absolutely torched.
But Deb? You donât recall a Deb. Still, youâre pretty sure you hate her, just in hearing her name in this context.Â
You shake your head, no.Â
âWell, I guess you havenât seen her in a while. She was there that day I brought you into the office.â
âWhen I was ten?â you retort.Â
âYeah, I guess it was that long ago, huh?â
You shrug. He returns his attention to Joel. âAnyway, Deb â sheâs around your age, just got divorced about a year back, and sheâs a real nice woman. I think you two would really hit it off.â
âIs that so?â Joel replies. You swear his voice wavers. If your dad notices, he doesnât say anything.
âYouâll like her Joel, I promise. I mean, whenâs the last time you went out with a nice lady? Not since â what was her name â Jean? And if things were going well with her, Iâd hope youâd tell your old friend.â The toaster pops, and he retrieves his slice of toast. Grabs a butter knife from the utensil drawer. Â
âNo, I ainât seeing Jean,â Joel sighs. Flashes you an apologetic glance as your dad slathers his toast in artificial purple jam, blissfully unaware.
âWell, you gotta get back out there!âÂ
Joelâs gaze rolls to the ceiling. âI donât know â Iâm just not real interested in datinâ right now.â
You exhale, then â a quiet declaration of relief that seems to go unnoticed â unperturbed even when your dad continues his pitch.Â
Iâve known this woman for years Joel, Iâm telling you, the two of youâd be the perfect match; sheâs a looker too, real pretty.
Ew. Tuning him out, you check the clock, find that you only have a few minutes before you need to get going. You stand from the table and make your way toward the sink with your now-empty coffee mug in hand.
Would I ever lead you astray? your dad is asking just as you brush past Joel. His hand, idle by his side, catches the fabric of your blouse and you have to fight to ignore the pinprick of electricity it ignites under your skin.
âNo, I know,â Joel grumbles. âI trust your judgment ân all, âts just-â
âWill you just give her a chance?â
âJesus; fine.â
The mug slips from your grip, falls into the sink with a clang.
Your dad glares at you, expression softening only when you gesture to the still-intact ceramic lying on its side in the basin.
Heâs quickly distracted, then, jotting a series of numbers down onto a scrap of notebook paper, the blue ink pressed in so hard that itâs beginning to bleed through.Â
âAtta boy,â he drawls, sliding it across the counter. Joel pinches it between two fingers, folds the paper without looking at it and stuffs it into his front pocket.Â
âPromise youâll give her a call tonight? I may or may not have already talked you up, and I need to know youâre not gonna make me look bad here.â
Joel has to see you staring at him out of the corner of his eye. He must. If looks could kill, heâd be six feet under already. But heâs refusing to meet your gaze, eyes glued to the cabinet directly in front of him as he nods. âYeah, Iâll call her tonight,â he says, a small, unconvincing smile pulling at the corner of his lips.Â
Heâs actually agreeing to this?
You need to get out of here before you say something rash.
The anger bubbles in you slowly, then all at once, threatening to boil over as you slip on your shoes and sling your bag over your shoulder.Â
Marching toward the door, you offer a half-hearted bye, not bothering to look back before you leave.
The office is already milling with people by the time you stroll in, ten minutes late.Â
The conversation between Joel and your dad is still running laps in your head as you sneak past your bossâs door.
It sticks there through the morning and well into the afternoon, your dadâs words an incessant earworm: I think you two would really hit it off.
The thing is â you canât blame Joel for saying yes to the setup. Not really. Your situation is complicated, messy, bound to end badly.
Maybe heâd be happier with Deb.Â
They could take walks together, stroll through the grocery store or down the street hand-in-hand. Throw dinner parties and shamelessly gush about their relationship to their friends. All without fear of being caught doing something wrong.
Because thatâs what this is, you and Joel â itâs wrong. Not like you werenât already well aware of that. Leave it to some woman youâve never met to rub it in.
The day passes infuriatingly slow.
The pile of emails in your inbox only grows larger by the time youâre due to clock out, stack of reports on your desk barely touched. You wince when your boss stops by your cubicle on her way out, eager for an update.
âSorry, Linda; a couple of these were more time-consuming than Iâd hoped,â you lie. But you can tell she doesnât buy it, not one bit, her expression souring as you shuffle through papers.
âI need these done by the end of the week, no matter what.â
âOf course,â you mutter, face heating with embarrassment. âIâll get them done and on your desk by Friday.â
âThanks.â Her heels are already clacking on tile when you open your mouth to apologize again, your sorry lost to the ether.
You gather your things and scramble to your feet as soon as sheâs out of view, not sticking around to watch your computer power down. By the time you get to your car, Joelâs number is already dialed on your phone.
He picks up after two rings.
âDarlinâ â are you okay?â
Itâs admittedly uncharacteristic for you to call him so early. You usually wait until after dark, when youâve both retreated to your respective bedrooms, away from listening ears.
But this canât wait. Itâs been eating at you all day, digging into your work. If you donât talk to him about it, youâre going to end up unemployed. You donât bother to ask if heâs still on the job site, around other people. âYouâre going on this date.â Itâs not a question. More of an accusation.
âBaby,â he sighs. You try your best to ignore his molasses drawl and the way it seeps into your chest.Â
âWhy didnât you say no?âÂ
âHow could I?â he groans. âThereâs your dad, askinâ me if Iâm seeinâ someone, sayinâ heâs already told this lady about me â what am I supposed to say?â
âI donât know.â Your voice comes out a whine. âMake something up. Tell him youâve taken a vow of celibacy.â
He laughs, low and breathy on the other end. âYeah, baby. Think heâd believe that one, fâsure.â
âFuck,â you huff. âI justâ I donât-â
You want to tell him not to go. To cancel. Fake his own death. Do whatever it takes to get out of this. But you have no right, not really. The two of you arenât dating. You donât have any control over what he does or who he sees. And you donât want that, no. You just want him to choose you.
âI donât wanna go, darlinâ. I really donât. But if I do this, I think itâll get him off my back for a while. He wonât have a reason to suspect that Iâm foolinâ around with his daughter.â
Fooling around. His phrasing is a metaphorical punch in the gut.
Itâs not exactly a lie. You havenât put a label on this thing, whatever it is. Itâs been purely physical: lips slotted to lips, tongues pressed together, swapped sweat and saliva. But hearing it reduced to two words, words with such a casual connotation â as if you havenât been driven by overwhelming desire â makes your stomach churn.
Joel doesnât seem to clock it when you go quiet, a cocktail of rage and sorrow sloshing around your insides. âItâs for the best,â he adds, a shot of hard, burning liquor.Â
âYeah,â you say defeatedly. Choke back the pathetic tears that creep up your throat. âFor the best.â
He ends the call with the excuse of bad cell reception. Promises to talk to you later. Youâre not sure that you believe him.
The phrase fooling around curls up in your head, a wet dog, its fur dripping into the crevices of your rattled brain the entire drive home.
You dodge Joelâs calls for the remainder of the week.
Thereâs no use in talking to him when you have nothing to say, when you know any words you attempt will be overtaken by tears.
Even so, it doesnât stop him from trying. His number lights up the screen of your phone at least twice a day.
He leaves voicemails that you do not listen to. You canât. The last thing you need is his syruppy drawl in your ear. Youâll break; you know you will.
So instead, you delete them. Rid yourself of temptation.
But you still ache for him â a devastating truth. You lumber through the days, bones heavy with hurt. Find yourself kept up at night by thoughts of Joel and the infuriatingly soothing timbre of his voice, the intoxicating callous of his fingertips against your soft skin.Â
Itâs a lonely thing, yearning for Joel Miller.
On Friday, your father beams at the dinner table. Heâs grinning like a child as he stuffs a forkful of rice into his mouth.
âJoel and Debâs date is tomorrow,â he says. âThink theyâll really hit it off, donât you?â
Youâre dumbfounded for a long moment â canât believe that this is your life now: being asked about your thoughts on Joel and the ever-elusive Deb as a couple. When it takes too long for you to answer, your fatherâs fork stills pointedly on his plate, and you sputter.
âOh! I mean, I donât know. Like I said, I donât remember Deb.â You canât help your condescending tone. Your dad doesnât seem to catch it anyway.Â
âWell,â he says, âI think theyâll be a match. Hoping so, anyway. The man has been such a hermit lately â maybe if he has a lady, heâll get out more!â
âYou sound real excited,â you grumble. Stab four peas on the prongs of your fork.
âIt is exciting. Iâve never set anyone up before. And the best part is, the place theyâre going to â the Tavern â itâs got rooms you can rent out for wedding receptions. Just imagine if down the line, they got mar-â
âDad,â you stop him. You think youâll be physically sick if you let him finish that sentence. âSorry, I just â Iâm really tired, all of a sudden. I think Iâm going to head to bed early.â
Itâs not a complete lie. Youâre emotionally exhausted as a result of the past couple days. Sleep sounds like a much-needed, blissful escape right now.
Your dad doesnât question you. He just nods. Swipes your plate from in front of you and brings it to the sink along with his.
Of course, you find it impossible to actually drift off that night. Tossing and turning, you battle the glaring urge to get up, slink into the home-office and look up directions to the Tavern.Â
Not that youâre planning to go there anytime soon â youâre just curious. Thatâs all.Â
Around midnight, you give up, pad down the hallway and into the room parallel yours. The computer dials up slowly, and you chew your bottom lip as you wait.Â
You snatch a piece of paper from the printer and a pen from the #1 Dad mug that sits next to the monitor. Click on the internet icon and type the words into the search bar.
This is definitely a bad idea. Maybe the worst youâve had in a while.
You jot the address down anyway.
Downtown Austin is buzzing with life.Â
Patrons spilling out of bars, tourists striding down the street in their brand new Stetsons â it almost distracts you from the task at hand.Â
At just past seven, youâd told your dad you were going out, meeting a friend for drinks. Heâd been a bit taken aback, seeing as youâre not very social these days, but heâd seemed happy. Relieved.Â
Thatâs not what youâre doing, of course.
No â in reality, youâre turning into the parking lot attached to the Tavern. Itâs packed to the brim with cars, but you still manage to find Joelâs truck, its license plate number burned into the back of your mind after countless mornings of absently reading it as you snuck past.
Itâs idle and empty when you inch by, and even though you knew heâd be here, on this date, your heart still sinks. Because maybe a tiny part of you had hoped heâd stand Deb up.Â
You should leave. It was stupid to come here in the first place. What are you going to do â storm inside and demand that he leave with you?
You consider it for half a second, groaning when you realize how pitiful you are. Defeated, you swing your car into a spot at the back, facing the building, and shift it into park. You hug the steering wheel dejectedly.
From here, you have a straight-shot view of the restaurantâs entrance, a set of double doors at the side of the building. Groups spill out every so often, every pair that emerges causing your back to arch reflexively.
Joel and Deb are probably discussing their interests right now, bonding over a shared connection with your dad. You can vividly picture the smile likely plastered across his face â the same one youâve elicited with sweet filth whispered in his ear.
And youâre here, sitting in your running car, watching the door. Your pulse thumps obnoxiously loud in your ears.
Minutes pass like molasses, slow and thick. You watch the clock on the car radio obsessively, betting with yourself on what time theyâll leave. After thirty minutes of nothing, youâre convinced that theyâre going to close the place out.
But then the door opens again, and you straighten up, immediately met with the sight of Joel and Deb.Â
Sheâs talking animatedly, eyes widening every few words, blonde hair wafting around her narrow face. Itâs undeniable that sheâs stunning, even from far away; possesses the kind of beauty you see on magazine covers in line at the grocery store. The jealousy that pools in your gut burns like acetone in an open wound.
She takes his arm as they walk toward the parking lot, and he lets her, despite the rest of his body appearing strangely rigid.
You wonder if heâll take her home. Lead her to his truck, help her up the step to the passenger seat and sneak a look at her ass under her dress before shutting the door. If theyâll leave her car in the lot for the night, come back to retrieve it in the morning once heâs helped her forget about her loser ex-husband; let the scent of her perfume seep into the bed sheets to cover up yours.
But he doesnât lead her to his truck. You watch as they unexpectedly turn down a row of cars, disappearing from your view completely, his arm still locked with hers.Â
He could still kiss her. Press her against the car. Promise her that heâll call â and he will, first thing tomorrow. Heâs probably just being a real gentleman. Treating her like a woman he might want to marry someday.Â
Maybe he knows, after just one date, that sheâs his soulmate. Heâll buy the ring in a couple weeks. Theyâll be engaged in a monthâs time, and heâll say he just couldnât wait any longer.Â
Sheâs the one thing Iâve been missing.
You stew in the agonizing unknown for what feels like hours before Joel materializes once again, backside illuminated by headlights as he strides toward his truck.
And then â he stops. You see the exact moment he notices your car in the parking lot, his eyebrows threading together and his hands splaying over his hips.
Heâs staring directly through the windshield. At you.
Fuck.
He takes a few slow steps. Stops in front of the hood. Narrows his eyes and flexes his jaw.
With a deep breath, you unlock the doors. Gesture for him to get in the passenger side.Â
He immediately rounds the car, prying the door open and climbing inside just as a SUV pulls out the row he and Deb had walked down.Â
The door slams when he yanks it closed. The sound echoes through the cab of the car.
âYou wanna fuckinâ explain what youâre doinâ here?â he snaps. Youâre afraid to look him in the eye, embarrassment and now, anger, spooling hot behind your ears.
You know youâre in the wrong. You shouldnât have followed him. But does he have to be so hostile?
When your gaze finally meets his, he looks â distraught â jaw clenched and lips set in a straight line. His fingers absently dig into denim-covered thighs.
âI donât know,â you mumble, âI just wanted to see how you were with her.â And itâs the truth; not one you want to be admitting right now, to him, but itâs the truth nonetheless.
âDoesnât give you the right to spy on me.â
âSo what was I supposed to do? Sit at home and mope while the guy I was seeing is on a date with someone else? Oh no, Iâm sorry,â you throw your hands up, form air quotes with your fingers, âthe guy I was fooling around with.â
This seems to strike a nerve. His jaw twitches, and his fingers still on his lap.
âIt wasnât like that,â he grits
âNo? Isnât that all this was to you: fooling around?â
Thereâs a beat. Joel sighs.Â
âNo â fuck, no. Of course not.â
His expression softens. A crack in solid stone. âI tried callinâ you,â he says, voice barely above a whisper.
âI know,â you admit.
He nods. Another beat.
âDid you kiss her?â you ask.
âNo.â He says it with intent, with promise, eyes firmly locked on yours now.Â
Your mouth goes dry.
âNo?â
âNo,â he repeats. âI didnât.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause I didnât want to.â
âYou donât want her?âÂ
âNo,â he says flatly, his pupils bulging in the lamplight, black bleeding into the brown of his irises. âI donât want her.âÂ
âWhy not?âÂ
He leans forward. His weight presses into the center console and his breath fans your face â warm, tinged with the scent of cheap beer.
âI donât want her,â he says, voice an octave lower, âbecause I want you. I thought you knew that?âÂ
The radio drones between the two of you, some classic rock song you think you recognize flitting through the speaker. Your pulse beats staccato in your throat, off tempo.
âYou want me?â you ask, a little breathless, and the next words you say are beyond dumb, beyond reckless, but you say them anyway. âProve it.â
Joel doesnât hesitate. He closes the slight distance between you and kisses you, hard, his tongue frantically sliding against yours through parted lips.
Itâs sloppy, and desperate, and you feel drunk on the taste of him, on longing laced with carnal need. Heâs groaning into your mouth, grabbing your head with both hands, burying his fingers in your hair â as if he canât get close enough, as if heâll only be satisfied once heâs swallowed you whole. Youâre pretty sure you want him to.
Your hands move frantically to his t-shirt, then, bunch into the fabric and pull. You need to feel the skin underneath, need to rove your hands along his bare chest. He accommodates, tugging the shirt by the back of the collar, lips separating from yours ever-so-briefly to bring it over his head and toss it onto the backseat.Â
And then heâs back on you, licking into your mouth again, eliciting a whimper from you when his hand wraps around the side of your throat, just under your jaw.Â
Your palms splay across his torso, wander over warm, golden skin. Youâve missed this, god, youâve missed this â but itâs still not enough. You need to feel more of him. In your mouth, in your hand, in your cunt â youâre not picky. Just need him in whatever way heâll provide.
âJoel,â you whimper into his mouth, fingers winding around his bicep.Â
He pulls back. Peers at you through hooded eyes. âWhat is it, baby?â he asks through labored breaths.Â
âNeed you â please.â
He immediately unbuckles your seatbelt. Lowers his seat back and manhandles you onto his lap. You go easily; slot yourself to him with legs folded on either side of his thighs.Â
Wrapping your arms around the back of his neck, you grind down into his lap. His cock strains against denim underneath you. He groans when you swivel your hips and brush the heft of it again with your clothed heat.
âYou gonna let me fuck you?â he asks into your mouth, his forehead pressed to yours.
Your breath catches.Â
You know what heâs really asking: are you going to let him fuck you here, in the parking lot of a public establishment, where anybody could see?
But you donât care. In fact, youâre way past caring, the emptiness of your cunt too painful to ignore any longer. Let them watch him take whatâs his.
You nod frantically. âYes,â you pant. âPlease.â
Joel nods too, as if heâs accepting his fate. Heâs going to fuck his friendâs daughter in the passenger seat of her car. Thereâs no way around it â not when youâre begging for it. Heâs going to give you what you need.
âOkay,â he soothes, âI got you baby.âÂ
He helps you out of your pants, then; clumsily maneuvers them down and off your legs along with your panties and tosses them aimlessly into the back.
He doesnât bother to take his jeans off. Lets you unzip them and pop the button open, your nimble fingers making quick work of it. And then youâre pulling his cock out of his boxers, stiff and leaking in your grasp.
You steady yourself with hands on his shoulders just as he begins to pepper placating kisses along your neck. âGo ahead baby,â he whispers into your ear. âTake it; itâs yours.â
His head falls back against the seat as you stroke him a few times and line his cock up with your dripping entrance, his hands clasped around your waist.Â
You sink down slowly, savoring every inch of him as he burrows in deeper. Heâs so thick, stretching you like itâs the first time again, your walls fluttering as they relax around his cock.
âFuck,â Joel slurs, fingers digging into your skin impatiently when you still, fully seated on him.
âGotta move baby â please move.â
Heâs so fucking deep, though, his cockhead bumping your cervix, and your entire body feels gelatinous atop him. A cloying sort of heat hangs around your head. You swivel your hips weakly, your forehead falling to rest on his with a heavy sigh.
Joel is happy to take control, bucking up into you so hard you see stars. You canât suppress the string of moans that spill from your mouth, and Joel doesnât seem to mind. Heâs just as loud, anyway, his broken sounds bleeding into yours, bouncing off glass and leather.
Neither of you can muster an actual word, though, not with him rutting up into you, sheathing himself in your pussy over and over again. Heâs relentlessly hitting that spot â the one that has you practically clinging to him for dear life.Â
Itâs approaching too quickly; heâs going to make you come.
One of your hands flies to the roof of the car in an attempt to brace yourself, flat palm pressing into it so hard you worry itâll pop.Â
Joel takes the opportunity to drag you down in his lap, spearing you on his cock, and the sudden change in angle makes you cry out.
âOh fâ ahh, oh myââ
âThatâs it,â he coos, âyou got it, babygirl.â
His words tip you over the edge, your entire body locking up as you gush around him. Youâre wetting his lap, slick splattering his thighs, and he loves it, his fervid moan telling you so.
His movements begin to falter then, hips stuttering underneath you as he chases his own high.
âCmon, baby,â you goad, âplease fill me up.â
He grunts when he spills inside, his face nestling in your chest, heaving as he works through it and begins to come down. You donât move, not that Joel would let you, still holding you on his lap like heâs afraid to let you go.
You nuzzle into his embrace as his cock softens inside you.
You stay like that for a while, probably too long given that anybody could easily look into the car and see you straddling him. You donât have the energy to care.
Eventually, you lift your head from its spot on Joelâs chest. Look up at him with bleary eyes.
âJoel,â you say.
He meets your gaze, face shiny with sweat and his hair a mess. He looks gorgeous like this, you think. The way only you get to see him.
âYeah?â He grazes along your arm with featherlight fingers. His touch raises goosebumps on your skin.
âDid you mean it?â
âMean what?â
âAbout wanting me.â In truth, youâre not sure you want the answer. But you need to know, definitively, if Joel is yours. Youâre done sharing him.
âOh, baby,â he drawls. âOf course I do. Youâre all I want. Do you want me?â
And itâs a stupid question. He has to know that. Youâre nodding before he can even finish it. âYes,â you breathe. âI want you, Joelâ
âThen itâs settled. Itâs me and you. No moreâŠinterlopers.â
You giggle. Reluctantly separate yourself from his body and re-dress. You settle back into the driverâs seat with achy legs.
Youâve never felt more content than you do in this moment.
Still, youâll have to hide â wonât be able to share the news of your new relationship with friends or coworkers, your dad â and neither will Joel.Â
You donât care much, not as long as heâs yours, but you need to be sure he feels the same.
âJoel,â you stop him as he opens the passenger-side door to get out. He stills with one leg swung out the door.
âYeah, darlinâ?â
âAre you sure you donât mindâŠbeing a secret? Donât mind keeping me a secret?â
He looks at you like you have two heads.
He pulls his leg back into the car. Shuts the door and leans over the console again.
Taking your chin between his fingers, he forces your gaze. Makes sure youâre listening.
âI want you â doesnât matter who knows or doesnât know. Long as youâre mine.â
Your chest tightens, and your heart squeezes inside your ribcage.
âIâm yours?â
He smiles. Presses a chaste kiss between your eyes, on the tip of your nose, on your lips. The same way he did the other morning.Â
It all feels somehow sweeter, now.
âYeah, angel. Youâre mine. My girl.â
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Stupid people
Yandere!mafia!oc x reader
Summary: a number sends Silas a picture of darling that sends him into rage
Warnings: murder, mentions of NSFW, Silas lashes out towards darling, guilt, slight indication of a character asking if it was consensual (it was â the deed, not the pictures), pictures taken without permission, punching and kicking between legs
Word count: 2.7k
A/N: to clarify, the photos are taken AFTER the deed, not during!
There's only two people Silas likes enough to let them be in his office for more than asking a question â you and SIC.
âStupid people are my favorite kind of peopleâ, SIC says from the couch, eyes glued onto his phone. âSome idiot here tried to jump from a roof.â
âIf only our enemies did that so that i didn't have to go kill themâ, Silas smirks.
âSince when were we that lucky?â
A notification on his own phone caught his attention. Silas picks it up and unlocks it, seeing that the notification is from an unsaved number. He clenches his jaw. Photos. It takes a second for him to realize what â who â is in these two photos. He can recognise that back among millions. He sees that back every night, always holding it close to his chest.
âMotherfucker!â he shouts and rises from his chair in a swift.
âWhat?â SIC asks quickly, looking up from his screen.
Silas slams his phone down on the floor. It shatters and explodes in every direction. SIC jumps up from the couch.
âWoah, whatâs going on?â he asks quickly.Â
Silas can't reply. His heart is hammering in his throat. If he tries to speak, it'll jump out. His entire body is shaking. He's been mad before, but nothing compares to what he feels when you are involved.
âSilas?â SIC asks. âSit down.â
He presses Silas down in the chair again.
âWhat happened?â he asks. âGive me a real fucking answer this time.â
âSome disgusting little bitch sent me photos of Y/Nâ, he spits out, growing angrier by every word. âNaked, in a bed. I think you can figure out the rest yourself.â
SIC blinks. âShit. Who?â
Silas gestures manically towards the broken phone. âI didn't write the number down before I fucking smashed it!â
âAlright. I'll take out the sim card and put it in my phone. I can find out.â
âDon't look at the photos, got that? I'm not joking. I will beat you up if I find out that you've looked at the photos.â
âDon't worry, boss, I won't.â
Silas sighs in frustration. He storms out of his office, up the stairs and throws up the door to your shared bedroom. You're nowhere to be found.
âY/N!â he shouts angrily.
You come out of the bathroom, looking bewildered. A fear grows on your face when you realize how mad he is.
âWhat's wrong?â you ask quickly.
âWho the fuck have taken pics of you while having sex?!â he shouts. âWho is the low creature that has pictures of you?!â
Your eyes widen.
âWhat?â you ask. âSilas-â
He moves closer and you can't describe his demeanor in any other way than threatening. You stumble backwards, finally reaching the wall. Even when he's mad, he'd never do things to make you scared of him, never show you the side he shows his men and enemies. But this time, he doesn't seem to care about holding back. You get to see what everyone else sees.
âWhoever the little fucker is, I will shove that camera of his so far up his ass it'll puncture a lung, do you understand that?â Silas spits, face mere centimeters from your face.Â
âSilas, I-â, you stutter.
Silas grabs the perfume standing on the shelf beside you and sends it flying across The room, breaking against the wall. You watch on in complete horror. Not even in the basement is he this violent, not around you.
Behind him, you see SIC run into the room, stopping in the doorway. He watches on with wide eyes.
âWho is it?â he spits before raising his voice. âGive me the name of the worthless little creature! I'll kill him!â
âSilas, I don't know!â you shout loudly in order to be heard over his own shouting. Tears blurry your vision as silence fills the room. âI d-don't know, I swear! I have no knowledge of a-any pictures taken of me. Please donât be mad at me, I donât know anything, I s-swear âŠâ
You have wrapped your arms around yourself. You look so incredibly small. And helpless. He feels as if someone has punched him right in the stomach. He can't bring himself to shout at you. The fire in his eyes seems to blow out, leaving his eyes as dark as they should. He breathes heavily, feeling empty and painfully aware of everything around him â every little sound, movement. He finally realizes what's going on.
âFuckâ, he breathes out in a whisper and pulls you into his arms, into a tight embrace. âI'm so sorry.â
You sob into his shoulder, voice getting muffled in his white shirt. Silas hugs you as if his life depends on it.
âBaby, I didn't mean to shout at youâ, he whispers. âI'm not mad at you, I'm mad at that disgusting filth. Not you, do you understand?â
He pulls you back and covers your face in apologetic kisses, caressing your cheeks and wiping your tears.
âAre you okay?â he asks, grabbing your face and forcing you to look him in the eyes.
You nod slightly and sniffle. Still shaking, but not mortified.Â
âWhat pictures?â you ask with an unsteady voice.
Silas looks at SIC.
âDid you get the number?â he asks.
âNo, I didn't have time to move over the sim card before I heard the glass shattering.â
Silas clears his throat. His ears turn red.
âGo retrieve the number and then come backâ, he says.
SIC nods and walks out. Silas turns to you. He cups your cheeks and kisses your lips carefully.
âSorryâ, he says again.
âItâs ⊠okayâ, you mumble.
It doesn't seem to register for him. He has a guilty look in his black eyes.
âSilas ⊠what pictures?â you ask again, dreading the answer yet needing to know.
âThereâs nothing to worry about, I shouldnât have told you. I will take care of it, okay?â
âYou got so upset about it ⊠something must be wrong. Have someone taken pics of me while Iâve ⊠had sex?â
Silas canât tell you. He knows how distraught youâll be.Â
âNo, not while you had ⊠after you were done ⊠I donât knowâ, he says. âI could have misunderstood the pictures. I broke my phone right after seeing them.â He notices how you give him an unsure gaze as he mentions his phone. âI get worked up quickly.â
You sniffle. Silas wipes your tears again and hugs you even tighter, resting his cheek on the top of your head. He feels like a complete fool, how could he slip up like that? He would never shout at you, never make you feel threatened. For fuck sake, youâre supposed to seek shelter and comfort in him!
âAre you sure that youâre okay?â Silas asks.Â
âMhmâ, you mumble. âJust shaking.â
âI can tell.â His embrace tightens. âLetâs sit down, alright?â
He moves you to the bed and sits down with you beside him.Â
âWhat have you done today?â he asks and wraps his arm around your shoulders.Â
âIâve been watching some showsâ, you reply.Â
âWhich one?â
âSome cartoon ⊠I donât remember the name.â
âDo you think Iâd like it?â
You give him a small smile and shake your head. âNo, itâs too cheesy for you.â
Silas smiles. âWhat type of fucking stereotype is that? Show me and Iâll decide for myself.â
You reach for the tablet and show him a few minutes of the cartoon. He leans onto you, wrapping himself around you like a boa constrictor.Â
The door opens and SIC returns with his phone in his hand.Â
âGot itâ, he says and walks over to the bed. âY/N, take a look and-â
Silas slaps his hand away.Â
âAre you fucking out of your mind?â he scolds him. âYouâre not showing them those!â
SIC holds his phone out of Silasâs reach.Â
âI amâ, SIC replies.
Silas stands up. The animalistic, lredatory light is back in his eyes. You donât doubt that he would punch him.Â
âI am going to show these pictures to Y/N to confirm that they remember the sex happeningâ, SIC explains sharply. âBecause if they donât, we might have a worse crime on our hands.â
Silas doesnât reply. He seems to think, and seems to consider whether he should punch the man or not. He nods in defeat. SIC gives you the phone and you take a mortified look at the two pictures.Â
âDo you recognise where you are in these two pictures?â SIC asks. âDo you know when this was? Do you have memories of it?â
You look at the pictures, fearing that youâre not going to recognise the location or remember what happened ⊠or who you were with.
âI know when and where this isâ, you say. âIt was five years ago. I remember it.â
âYou're sure you remember it?â SIC asks.
âYes ⊠but I didn't know that he took pics âŠâÂ
âOkay, the fucker is deadâ, Silas decides.
âWhat was his name?â SIC asks.
ââEricâ somethingâ, you say. âI met him at a party. He was nice, or so i thought, and-â
Silas runs a hand through his black hair and sighs.
âI guess that he wasn't that niceâ, you mumble.
âPricks like that are never nice. They're just polite enough to lure people to get what they want. Who knows how many innocent people's photos he has on his hard drive?â
âSilas, can you do me a favor?â
âWhat?â
âIf you manage to find him-â
âNot if; when.â
âWhen you manage to find him, give him an extra punch from me, will you?â
Silas smiles. âI'll give him tenfolds.â
Finding him is easier than the poor fellow had anticipated. Silas pities him. He's either too stupid to know who he is or has a death wish. He can't decide which one is worse.
âGod, you're even uglier than i imaginedâ, Silas scoffs as he sees the man for the first time.
He's held up by two of his men, body pounded with punches beyond recognizable, but they've left his face untouched. That's for Silas to ruin.
âYou're even uglier than your mess of a bodyâ, he says, grabbing the man's face, tuning it carelessly. âWe haven't even touched this yet. What did you gain from this? Not a lot, I see. I mean, you're here, in my basement, about to be killed. Can't say that I understand your intentions.â
âDid you like the pictures?â Eric asks, voice drowning in painful moans.
ââDid i like the pictures?ââ Silas repeats, appalled by the man's lack of remorse. âI don't need your pitiful pictures. I get the full act from whatever angle I want.â
It shouldn't make him cocky, but bragging about it always fills him with pride.
âGive me his phoneâ, he orders.
One of his men digs up the phone from Eric's pocket. He forces him to unlock it.
âDo you take these types of pictures often?â Silas asks, eyes narrowing as he scrolls past hundreds of women sleeping in beds. âWhat even are these?â
âI take a picture of the woman after our session, after she's fallen asleepâ, Eric replies, âas a trophy.â
âAs a-â, he cuts himself off. âWhat the fuck is wrong with you?â
Silas hits him with all his might. Eric's head shoots backwards, his neck acting like a jojo to get it back. Blood runs down from his nose.
âDelete all the picturesâ, he tells SIC and gives him the phone. âFrom the phone, any cloud, any other hard-drive. These pictures will never be seen by anyone ever again.â
âYes, bossâ, SIC replies and takes the phone.
He disappears up the stairs. Silas turns to Eric.
âHow did you get my number?â he asks. âAnd, when you got it, didn't you check to see who it belonged to? You're pretty stupid.â
âI just know that the number belonged to Y/Nâs new boyfriendâ, Eric replies.
âHusband.â
It shouldn't fill him with such pride at a moment like this, yet it does.Â
âYou're going to die now anyway, so it doesn't matter if I tell you my nameâ, Silas says.Â
One of his men gives him a knife with a long shiny blade.
âBossâ, SIC says from the top of the stairs. âY/Nâs here.â
Silas hurries to give the knife back and gestures for him to hide it.Â
âIâll come upstairsâ, he says.Â
Before he has time to move, you've bursted past SIC. He tries to grab at you, but you're already half down the stairs.
âYou absolute worthless piece of shitâ, you spit.
Silas raises his eyebrows.Â
Oh?
You run right over to Eric and slap him. Silas stands stunned. It takes him a few moments to gather himself and stop looking like a fool. He turns to the stairs where SIC stands, holding his hand over his face, laughing silently. He folds and has to hold onto the wall.
âHow could you take such pictures?â you ask him. âWhat gave you the right?â
Silas grabs your shoulder to pull you away from him, but you shake him off.
âIt's not like I took pics while we had sexâ, Eric says, voice sounding even more painful.
Silas smirks. He can already tell that'll happen by the way your eyes widen. And he won't stop it. Won't even try to. You hit the man again and kick him between the legs. He tries to curl up, but is being held up by Silasâs men.Â
âOkay, okayâ, Silas says and grabs your shoulders, pulling you backwards. âEnough of that. SIC, take Y/N to the bedroom and make sure they stay there.â
SIC grabs you out of his arms. Silas grabs the knife once more.Â
âWhat should we start with?â he asks, spinning the knife. âYour hands? Arms? Legs? Decide, coward.â
SIC forces you upstairs before he has the time to cut off any body parts.
âLet me go!â you mutter.Â
âJust stay quiet until we get up to the bedroomâ, SIC says. âNice shot you got, by the way. I know it caught Silas by surprise. Thatâs hard to do, you know.â
âHe deserves more.â
âAnd Silas will give him that, donât you worry. That is not your job. You got two punches and one kick in, thatâs enough.â
WHen you try to run back downstairs, he picks you up over his shoulder and continues upstairs.Â
âDonât give me more troubleâ, he sighs.Â
SIC walks into the bedroom and places you down on the floor before barricading the door with his body to make sure youâre not making a run for it.Â
âThe pictures are goneâ, SIC says. âAll of them â of you and of other people.â
âHow many were there?â
âHundreds. All taken when they had fallen asleep afterwards. He kept them like trophies.â
The door opens before heâs done with his sentence. Silas walks in, finally looking pleased.Â
âDona already?â SIC asks.Â
âI got impatientâ, he mutters and closes the door. âLittle thing, are you okay?â
You nod. Silas hugs you, kissing the top of your head. He still feels awful about shouting at you. He squeezes you even tighter.Â
âThank youâ, you say quietly. âYou helped not only me but also a lot of other people. Thatâs a good thing.â
His heart clenches. He has apologized a million times and you have forgiven him ⊠but he canât seem to forgive himself. It all happened so quickly, yet it lingers in him.Â
âOf courseâ, he says. âScumbags need to be taken care of the right way. I kind of pitied the man. He must have been extremely stupid to let me know about him. Good that he was stupid though.â
Thinking about him makes him furious once more, but he reminds himself that itâs over. He has gotten his punishment ⊠and Silas has saved people. Innocent people should never be punished for crimes they didnât commit.
No one will ever see any those pictures again. No one will have to deal with that man ever again.Â
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