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lilacxquartz · 5 months ago

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Those Late Summer Nights I Chapter 17

satoru gojo x f!reader × suguru geto

plot: you moved to tokyo over the summer to take a teaching job. as you get settled in, you find yourself entangled in a toxic dynamic.

chapter summary: suguru loses himself again, finding that he can’t keep carrying on this way and getting later confronted by shoko doesn’t do much to help him either.

warnings: noncon

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17. Insanity

Suguru stared at you with a resigned glare, as if he already knew that stopping himself was far from possible.

“I need you to answer this for me,” he pleaded almost, your silence was beginning to madden him, “do you trust me or not?”

Nodding, you spat out a rushed answer, “Y-yes.”

“How much?” he demanded.

“I-I, um… uh,” you stammered as your words scrambled in response, failing to get a single coherent response out.

Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath to calm himself down before realising that he wasn’t going to get anywhere with you if he kept being so purposefully vague before continuing, “Let me rephrase it then. Do you trust me enough to… to let me hurt you?”

Momentarily freezing, you didn’t know how to reply to him at all. Your tongue danced at the edge of your lips, your breath faltered as you tried to push a response out but nothing happened at all.

“You promised me, remember?” Suguru reminded you of something that happened not too long ago, feeling his mind spiral. “That you’d let me be the only one who could hurt you so that I could make it better.”

Finally getting some words out, you tried to defend yourself, “I-I didn’t want him to do it-“

“—I know, [name], I know,” he sighed, fully understanding that he wasn’t being fair, “I know that it wasn’t your fault, but, it still happened.”

“Why are you being like this?” you asked, watching the light fade from his eyes the longer he looked at you, settling on a decision that was sure to break the both of you.

He continued to react based on envy alone, his tone darkening as he spoke, “I didn’t want to do something like this again, especially not after last time, but…”

All you could do was simply stare straight ahead instead, realising that’s what he meant by hurting you. It was happening again because in his messed up mind, you gave up a part of yourself to someone else and he wanted to reclaim that.

You didn’t quite believe him when he claimed that he didn’t want to do this, however. If he truly didn’t want to, then he wouldn’t even consider it to begin with.

“—I swear,” he continued to pile on, “it’ll be just this and then I’ll actually fix things, but I can’t control myself just yet…”

You simply zoned out as he trailed off, describing that he had to make it right with you by surrendering to his wrongs first, as if a shred of his psychotic ramblings were making a semblance of sense at all.

His mind was surely a mess, indeed. He felt as though he needed to give you an experience that would somehow override the one that Satoru gave you, just to keep you reminded of who to glue your focus on.

When in reality, you wanted an out from them both.

Just like before, you didn’t have a say in how he reacted to you; his sweatpants pitched a little as he surrendered to the thoughts of reclaiming you, his arousal becoming strongly evident the more that he glanced on and off at you.

He leaned back a little, sliding off his trousers with a shaky hand as he surrendered his thoughts to pure and utter insanity. He remained sat against the edge of the bed, deciding that he didn’t have to move for it.

Much like before, the humiliating reality was left up to you. Forcing you to take it on the easily offered way (or the hard way if you chose to struggle your way out of it).

“Will you… get into position?” he asked you, trying to avoid your gaze. Suguru really hoped that you would follow along, at least ideally. He didn’t want to force you again, but he would absolutely do so if you didn’t do as he asked.

Continuing to space out, you understood fully well what he was asking of you but no matter how much you tried to move away or tried to tell him how you truly felt about giving into something like this with him, you simply couldn’t do a single thing.

Noticing your hesitation, Suguru nudged you a little bit, “I won’t ask again so nicely.”

You sighed as you were forced to make a move sooner than never. Remaining still for a further five seconds, you forced yourself to peel yourself from the bed and reluctantly positioned yourself on the floor. It felt just as humiliating as the last time, knowing that you were effectively submitting yourself before him in a kneeled position.

He liked the sight, he thought, it was just a shame that he couldn’t be normal and accomplish it through better circumstances, though.

Something inside of him ate away at his troubled mind as he envisioned his supposed friend doing this sort of thing to you with that exact same look on your face.

Without saying much, he tangled his fingers into the locks of your hair to begin with—weaving through the strands so that he could secure a good grip on you before dragging you closer, guiding the tip of his throbbing erection towards your lips.

He considered letting you ease into it slowly and to figure out your own pace, but he supposed that Satoru didn’t and so he wouldn’t be gentle either.

“Just… don’t bite,” he murmured.

Pushing himself into your mouth, he went as far as he could before your gag reflex kicked in. You struggled slightly in response as you felt him fill out your mouth with his girth, feeling all sorts of wrong as your tongue tasted him while he slid through you. When his cock finally poked the back of your throat though, is when your eyes watered and you pushed back.

Understanding what your limit was, Suguru continued to mutter on and off to himself, “Okay, so that can’t happen for too long then…”

Rather than keep your head in a steady bobbing motion like Satoru however, Suguru instead thrusted upwards against you. His preferences were usually rougher to begin with as you were quickly finding out, even when he did his best to remain calm. Instead of you doing anything to him, it felt as though he was trying to fuck your mouth instead.

Initially, he committed to his slow exploration of what you could do but then he gradually lost himself to the sensation. His grip around your skull began to hurt as your hair pulled and as he speared his length into your throat, regardless of your protests—physical, vocal—it didn’t seem to matter anymore.

“Sorry,” he whispered, despite the fact that he kept doing it.

Your body continued to protest as your palms pushed back at his legs but he didn’t stop, instead grabbing your wrist with his other hand to pry you off; to squeeze your wrist in warning and to keep you grounded in place. He then accelerated the pace, the only sounds in the room present being his grunted whines, your pained cries and skin slapping onto skin.

Of course, Suguru was in too deep into his jealousy to even realise that you weren’t actually doing too well at all. His pursuit left you feeling almost breathless as he continued to keep you well gagged, keeping his length constantly working on you without a single break.

Shushing you, he picked up the pace ever so slightly and tilted his head back. Both to avoid the sight of you and both to surrender to his own building pleasure.

This wasn’t going to be a pleasant sensation from the start. Not physically for you, not mentally for him and yet something like this kept happening, again and again.

“Almost,” he gritted, his jaw clenching as he chased his release.

You tolerated it for a while longer, just barely. Your hands fought him more frequently now, demanding a break. Even Satoru despite his forcefulness, gave you a moment to breathe. Suguru wasn’t doing such a thing however, choosing to be unrelenting instead; your eyes burning as they watered, your vision almost beginning to blur the longer he abused your throat.

Suguru was close though, genuinely. He continued to ram his shaft back and forth, fucking himself into your skull—his release so very close, almost painful as a familiar sensation built up in his stomach, feeling himself literally become milked dry against your resistance.

He grunted as he emptied himself into your mouth, immediately releasing you on reflex and partially missing where his cum had landed. Your expression slightly souring as you tasted him partially while also feeling a creeping sense of discomfort as it dripped at your chin and partially over your clothes.

Flinging his head forward, he fed you an unreadable expression as he processed the sight of everything while letting what he had just done to you settle in the back of his mind.

Maybe you were confusing sweat for tears, but his raw red eyes partially gave him away. You didn’t look at him for too long but you could have sworn that he was crying too.

Figuring Satoru probably requested something similar, with an almost strained, hoarse voice, he requested one more thing from you that he knew you wouldn’t want to do, “…Swallow what you can.”

You did as he asked, albeit reluctantly.

Seeing you do so, he felt the almost violent jealous rage subside at last, only to be replaced with a hangover of almost crippling guilt instead as he softened. It was twice that he hurt you, not once, but twice. Then there was Satoru who did so too. He was genuinely starting to go crazy as a result; why wasn’t he able to handle this like a normal person?

Quickly pulling his sweatpants back up, he couldn’t say a word to you as you perhaps rightfully spaced out from everything. He should have taken things slowly from the beginning. He should have protected you from the start, taking you away from the root of all of your problems and tried to do right by you when it all started to go wrong instead of whatever… this… whole thing was.

If he was being honest, he was beginning to hate himself for what he kept doing to you.

He had to stop. Somehow.

It was almost funny to him in a bittersweet way, how he spent so long obsessing over the feel of your skin to almost feeling repulsed with himself whenever he had the chance to do so now.

Suguru looked down at you again.

Your face was still flushed and pink, your skin had rolling beads of sweat trickling down from your forehead. The almost dishevelled look that you wore was admittedly hot in his eyes, but he hated it all at the same time given the circumstances with how it was accomplished.

After a long and strained moment, you pulled yourself back at last. Your knees gave out as you sat on your bottom instead; your legs tenting in a bowed position as your hands planted themselves onto the floorboards. You had no idea of what to do or say now and neither did Suguru; the two of you staying quiet for the longest time.

After a while however, you slowly picked yourself up as he looked straight past you, his eyes barely following you as you walked towards the en-suite. In an attempt to follow you a second later, he found himself in an almost nauseating position, clutching at his stomach with one hand while the other palmed against his forehead.

By the time you came out of the bathroom, he had since then moved to a lying position on the bed with his eyes pointed at the ceiling.

“Join me for a bit,” he said softly, stretching out his arm in invitation.

You couldn’t refuse him either way, so you reluctantly made your way there. The locks were still in place and if you went outside alone, you risked bumping into Satoru, so you warily accepted his offer and settled right beside him.

He reeled you in as a result, holding onto your side with almost desperate strength to keep you secured into place. The more he thought about it, the more he concluded an understanding (albeit not one that made sense) that the reason that you were both suffering so much was due to the location and the company you kept.

If he moved away sooner than never, then it would all go away.

Pulling you closer, Suguru remained convinced that this was the only way as he settled on the decision. He technically thought about it before but this time he wasn’t going to ease you into it as he had originally planned.

No, this had to be a quick move.

Sitting up ever so slightly, he shot a glance at you for a moment, “Look, I’m going to… I’m going to be back later.”

You didn’t say anything in response and he didn’t expect you to do so. Instead he quickly hopped off into the shower to refresh himself and his mind before getting dressed in a change of new clothes, looking deeply troubled in his expression.

(…Was he actually going mad? He couldn’t tell.)

“I’m going to do something,” he announced in a low voice, his hair still damp, “gonna lock the front door on dual looks and also, don’t tell anyone else that you’re here. Text me if you need anything.”

And with that he left you all alone in the silence with your own troubled thoughts.

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Shoko’s ears perked up when she heard her door open, hoping that it would be you so that she could finally tear you away from this whole mess but it turned out to be Suguru instead.

Feigning initial ignorance, she greeted him passively, “Need something?”

“Just collecting some things for [name],” Suguru replied, seeming just a little bit too tense, “she’s still upset after what happened, you know?”

“That so? How about cutting the shit, Suguru?” Shoko sighed, following him to your room, “I know you’ve done something and I’m not gonna drop it until you come clean.”

She stood her ground, crossing her arms as she blocked the doorway. She had an idea of what he did, but she didn’t know the full extent of the details just yet, hoping that he would confess at his own will instead.

Suguru feeling already all sorts of messed up from everything that had been going on thus far, started to ever so slightly crumble.

“Alright, look, Sho…” he sighed, latching onto your clothes that he held almost desperately onto, “I know I went about it very wrong, so you can spare me the lecture-“

“What did you do?” she replied, really hoping that she was actually wrong about the whole thing. “Seriously. What the fuck did you do?”

Suguru took another deep breath, sighing as he combed his fingers through his hair, instead taking a seat on your bed with his shoulders slumping forward, “You can guess.”

“No, no, no. You’re fucking serious?” Shoko scoffed in response, rolling her eyes in sheer disbelief, “I’m guessing some not great things here— and you’re not… you’re not even gonna attempt to defend yourself? You realise I’m accusing you of sexual assault right?”

“I know what I’ve done so I’m not gonna sugarcoat it,” Suguru sighed, he needed someone to talk about all that has happened, maybe he even needed to be scolded a bit too, he deserved it anyway, “but I’m also gonna make it up to her, I promise.”

“By cutting yourself out of her life, right?” she asked.

“It’s not that simple, Sho,” Suguru sighed, “you don’t know the full story-“

“—this should be rich,” she snorted in a sarcastic tone, “tell me, Suguru, why are you justifying staying with her despite what you’ve done? I can’t believe I’m friends with an abuser. What the fuck happened to you?”

Albeit reluctantly, Suguru attempted to defend himself, “I’m the only one who knows exactly what she’s going through for one-“

Only to be cut off by Shoko, “—you caused it though, you dumbass.”

“You don’t get it,” he sighed again, straightening his back, “she has nobody else. I can’t just leave her behind, not when her only option is to go home to… go back to that life. Better yet, what, do you want me to call Satoru over to fix the mess he started so he can touch her up in the alley again? Fuck, man, I might have done a lot of wrong, but I’m at least genuinely putting in effort into fixing things.”

“Hold on a second,” Shoko said, catching onto one detail in particular, “let’s rewind there, what do you mean by Satoru touching her up in the alley…?”

Her mind blanked for a moment, was it really Satoru who did that to you? You were so shaken up back then, so roughed up, so upset. What were her two friends that she trusted to get to know you even doing? If she had known then she would have acted sooner. God, how guilty she felt. She needed to make this right; she needed to get you the hell away.

“Oh yeah, that’s the rich part,” Suguru scoffed as he started to spill the details, “he kept it so well hidden too, that fucking liar. Guess he’s no better than I am, so that’s just fair game, isn’t it?”

“Great,” she sighed, taking a wary step back while feigning self control in her tone, “so you’re both fucking disgusting.”

“Correct… but, like I said,” Suguru reminded her, “I’m going to fix things.”

Shoko groaned in almost exasperated tone, rubbing her eyes with the palms of her hands, “How are you gonna do that exactly?”

He wanted to tell her the full truth, how it all started with eliminating the bully from your past and then moving up from there, but he had to keep it better contained or else he wouldn’t be able to pull it off, “I’ll remove her from Satoru’s grasp and take both her and the girls far, far away to start something new. You’re welcome to stay in touch, just don’t tell anyone else,” he murmured in an added warning, “I mean it.”

“And does she want this…?” Shoko asked, not quite buying that this was something you just blindly agreed to.

Suguru shrugged, “She wants peace.”

“Then leave her alone.”

Suguru started to however ignore her, fetching a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it up in the room itself. Shoko initially wanted to protest, knowing her landlord would berate her for it later, but instead just cracked open a window and lit a stick up too.

She was going to get you out of this whole mess either way, so perhaps it was for the best that Suguru thought that she was resigning in her attempts to do so. He probably thought that she had no real idea how to do so anyway.

“No more bullshit then,” she stalled, withholding the information that Utahime was on board to help her, that the second she could catch you truly alone, was the second that she’d jump in and get you out.

Not that Suguru could know about it.

Not that Satoru would ever hear a single word.

“No more bullshit,” Suguru agreed, understanding that it wasn’t that simple in his now regained clarity, because this whole thing was complicated and so was he (but as soon as he’d fix it, then the bullshit would surely stop. That’s the promise he gave you and that’s what he owed you and he had to see it through).

He’d stop.

Surely.

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alienpossession · 2 years ago

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Annual Leave

I spent 16 days touring across East Asia and Southeast Asia. I made a lot of friends throughout the solo trip and that's all thanks to Pelle. You see, I did say to people that I have a solo trip and just luckily made tons of friends, but it's always been a game of two from the get go.

I was so stressed out in my first day when I landed in Japan. They don't like or feel too comfortable to converse in English and boy it was a great sight yet so draining due to all the confusion. So I resorted to my back-up plan that I stored in my suitcase once I checked in to my hotel to relieve me from the stress of this whole solo trip. Pelle is a friend of mine that came from millions of light years away. He's been very important for me as he helped me to solve my bullies problem ever since my senior year of high school until now in my 3rd year with my roommate and those frat boys. Pelle slid off the jar quickly as soon after I opened the lid and just like that, he was gone for the moment as he already knew what it meant for him when he's released.

Around an hour later, someone knocked my hotel room and when I opened the door, this Japanese guy starts speaking in an accented English telling me to skip shower and let him guide me around the bustling megacity. A quick glance to his eyes confirmed my suspicion, Pelle override whoever this guy is already and used his body as as vessel

Aki shown me around his hometown, Tokyo, and then packed his bag to the countryside for 3 days where his built and of-course-fluent Japanese helped us to survive and have fun without getting lost.

I think the time where he practically slut me out to the whole onsen where my head was pistoned in several succesive cocks truly left a memorable impact in me. Pelle's decision to take over Aki's body back in Tokyo despite me insisting on making this trip an actual solo trip was eye-opening (and hole-opening of course). Not only did that solve a lot of potential problem, having a local guide that you can have fun together with and not going to be fussy about your itinerary is a total blessing because it's still feels like the one that drive the trip is you and you only have someone to fully help you around.

But Japan was just the first out of many country I planned to visit. Pelle slid out of Aki in one of the toilet in Narita, and minutes later he messaged me that he already joined the flight directed to my next destination, Beijing. During the flight, I got informed by the flight attendant that my seat was upgraded to Business Class. I was quite suspicious to the studly flight attendant but as soon as I got escorted to the Business Class section, the flight attendant quickly shoved me to the carpeted floor much to my surprise. He then said

"Sniff and bark like the dog you are!"

I glared at him wildly, but then I realized that he's merely puppeteered by Pelle. So, Pelle is not inside the flight attendant any longer and he's instead hidden in one of this private cabin. After forced to be on all fours sniffing my way to find in which section the mysterious guy hid himself, I finally caught whiff of this leathery perfume and oaky stench. That's when I opened the private cabin to eventually stumbled with the sole passenger in the Business Class section.

"You found me,"

"Not like you can hide such strong smell,"

I once again got shoved by the flight attendant that just came outta nowhere, and then I literally fell on top of this buff young guy with his chiseled face and equally appetizing body. I can smell him even clearer now, he even smelled expensive yet super sexy too and he just giggled at me for being so awestruck with him

"Never been so up close and personal witb a hunk like me, huh?"

Which is clearly wrong because all those frat boys already left me cop a feel anyway, but I did have to admit that this guy is great on his own way.

He's a Beijing native and he own a pad overlooking the city where I stayed for 3 days having the best time getting pampered by him.

He also introduced me to his 2 best friends who willingly tag-teamed to destroy my hole from both ends while he's busy working in the next room.

Pelle's control on the young, cocky businessman is a true masterwork on its own, but the way Pelle managed to also affect the businessman's two best friends without even needed to slid into them clearly shown how amazing his computational capability to manage 3 different human being doing activities of their own.

Then, after some digging, Pelle realized that the young businessman also have private jet he rarely used because he knew it was totally monitored by his parents. After influencing the pilot (that's also in his parents paycheck) to ensure that no tracking devices left behind the private jet, he let me use his private jet for the remainder of my trip. I asked the pilot to drop me in Hanoi.

I went to Hanoi a lot during my childhood since my dad is a Vietnamese immigrant but I've never been in Hanoi ever since I graduated elementary school. My companion in Hanoi was Van, a gym cutie I stumbled in this rooftop bar I went to during my 2nd night in the city.

Pelle slid into Van when he eventually left his table that he shared with his 5 other friends for some quick fix in the restroom. Pelle did give Van a quick fix as the loud-mouthed asshole that slapped on girl's butt that went pass his table all night long turned into a horny gay motherfucker as he rode me to town in the cramped bathroom stall. We consummated our relationship all over town as he literally fucked me in his parked G-Wagon before heading for some 2 AM pho fix. Van lived in a high-rise apartment paid by this lady that frequent his gym and paid him as her boytoy. Pelle observed that Van's misogyny and rudeness came from the fact that he's self-aware that he's practically just a slut and that hurted his ego and I just nodded in silence when he explained all that. I don't know, I wanted to pity him but at the same time, isn't it his life choices? Who am I to judge anyway, he's just a guide too for me to shown me around so I decided to not be too sentimental about some life story of random meat puppet my alien friends worn

Van continued on to become my Vietnamese trip companion as I went to Sa Pa, Da Nang and closed the Vietnamese leg in Ho Chi Min.

We left his body in the hotel room in the old quarters of Ho Chi Minh as I travel to Bangkok, still with the trusted private jet Pelle made the businessman let me use. In retrospect, I think Pelle enjoyed our Thailand leg the most. The country was in the middle of a heat wave when we came so everyone was wearing the thinnest shirt possible and the club is filled with people ditching their shirts and just danced the night away. That's when I also stumbled with Pat, who didn't even need to be taken over by Pelle to be nice to me.

I just instantly have a good vibe from seeing him and talk to him briefly, but alas, I'm not here for niceties and it was actually thrilling to see how Pelle made that beautiful face of his smirked when he managed to take over Pat's body and directed me to meet him in the club's bathroom.

Pat, obviously, is a model and social media personality. An engagement for a brand in Pattaya the following day caused us to tag along for that event where Pat influenced one of his local friends to show me around while he's shooting all day. That's when I realized that Pat might be too busy of an individual to show me around so I contacted Pelle to just left his body. You know what he did instead? He wrapped up the shoot in lightning speed as he influenced the producer to not ask him for another take and then solely guided me around the places while occasionally grumbling on how I would be punished later for making him do all this work and almost jeopardizing his career.

We spent 4 days in total in Thailand and Pelle, as Pat, showered me with attention, affection and his seemingly unrelenting amount of cum. He was the light of the party so it was easy for him to lure in some friends that quickly turned into a temporary additional muscle puppet as he put his own friends under his control. We literally spent our final night in Bangkok fucking like there's no tomorrow, the crowd of Pat and his friends all trying to get a piece of action with me and with each other as if they weren't bunch of straight guys or married man themselves before Pelle's takeover of Pat and the subsequent mind control he unleashed to these oblivious men. As we finished with him and his friends, we just silently left him in the aftermath of the orgy in his apartment to close off my Thailand's leg and headed to the real closing leg of my holiday trip

The final part of the trip put me in Bali where the jet eventually returned back to China too after we landed in the airport. Pelle of course remained by my side as we went into this well-known beach side gym with outdoor setting where one of my bully, Kyle, already waited for me and Pelle. He's been taken over by Pelle before so there will be no issue for Pelle to slid back into Kyle and after that, we departed back to the States

*** 18 hrs later, Hamad International Airport, United Arab Emirates ***

"What do you think of Europe?" asked Pelle through Kyle as he already in control of the jock's brain ever since our meet-up in the beach yesterday

"Huh? What are you talking about? My leave----"

He shushed me and then he winked at me as he motioned me to look into the opposing chair where a stud comfortably manspread in the chair with his headphone on while his left hand rested on that visibly hard groin. I licked my lips, thinking about Pelle making that dude's mine for the time being until we get called to board. But then, Kyle whispered to my ear

"What if I told you that you could be him?"

#male possession #alien possession #alien transference #alien mind control

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