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hiii! could i request an au where megumi is a bookstore owner and reader often drops by to read/buy R rated books, then maybe one day reader accidentally stays past closing time so her and megs are alone tgt and some boomshakalaka happens? (also i love ur writing so much i hope ur pillow is always cold <3)

𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕠… 1.8k wc, explicit content and language, semi public smut, pet names, use of daddy, choking, unprotected sex

𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣… i got you nonnie ✨ i hope you enjoy! to everyone else my ask box is open for request 😈

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It was like clockwork every week. You come in late, every time, covering your mouth with a cute yawn that has Megumi’s heart beating faster, his cheeks heating up at how adorable you are.

He noted from behind the counter how your curious eyes always roamed the shelves, looking for your next title to read. You only ever cashed out with one or two, seeming to pace yourself from getting too out of control on your to be read pile.

If it were anyone else, he’d obviously prefer someone to buy a lot at a time, it helps his business stay afloat, but with you? He prefers to see you as frequently as possible. The late night visits allow him to regularly admire you from afar.

After weeks of consistent visits, he starts to notice a pattern in your reading that has his pants tightening. You always beeline to the section Tsumiki insisted he add to the store’s stock, saying it would draw in a whole new demographic of customers to his store.

He begrudgingly had to agree with his sister, it was one of his best selling sections. Not that he knew what books were there, he let her handle curating what was currently popular to fill the shelves in that section.

It was only once he noticed you purchasing them that he started getting curious. What could be so good about these anyway?

He remembers picking up the start of a series that you bought over three visits, thinking the topic must be interesting to keep you coming back to purchase the next ones, so he borrowed his stock to read the first one that night.

His eyes darted over the pages in rapid succession, his mouth gradually falling open at the graphic scenes playing out on the page. These scenes were in direct opposition to his original view of you, a cute, innocent woman with a quiet introverted passion for books like him.

He noticed the more he made an effort to talk to you in the following weeks while he was cashing you out, making sure to ask you how you were enjoying your purchases, the darker your cheeks would flush crimson. Eventually, he grew more comfortable with you, bolder even, purposefully asking prodding questions about your selected novels.

“What’s this one about?” He hums, playing at a clueless frown, acting like he hadn’t started reading ahead on popular titles that you hadn’t yet bought. He was fairly certain that this one had a particularly graphic scene in an Uber.

“It’s um… just a romance.” You shrug and seek to fill the silence when he doesn’t immediately respond. “It is about a figure skater and a hockey player. It’s a stereotype but people say that its cute…”

Oh, he knows it's cute. Cute that you think he doesn’t know how nasty it is.

He went along with his night in a daze, picturing you in the positions in all of the books he’s read since last seeing you, not paying attention to the time until he’s looking at a clock that shows he closed 30 minutes ago.

Did you leave while he wasn’t able to admire you walking through his front door? He mentally huffs in disappointment, moving to the door and flicking it closed before shutting off the open sign that faces the sidewalk.

“Excuse me-” You squeak worriedly, holding your arm full of books you intended to buy but you had lost track of time, your mind engrossed in the beginning of the newest book you had picked up. Your voice doesn’t seem to reach him as he spins on his heels and rams straight into you.

Your breath is knocked from you as you stumble backwards, your books knocking from your arms to topple to the floor with a loud crash. You’re ready to join them and smash your face off of the table of books behind you before a pair of hard arms lace around your waist to break your fall.

“Are you okay?” He asks a bit breathlessly, trying to look over your face to see if you’re hurt, but his gaze is continually drawn back to your mouth that’s parted in shock, panting from the fear of falling and still catching up to your current position.

“T-thanks to you.” Your voice croaks, more strained than his as the warmth of his hold on you sinks through your clothing and into your skin. Teeth bite at your lip nervously, glancing nervously at the merchandise you damaged. “I’ll pay for these. I’m sorry for being so careless.”

His arms tighten around your middle as you try to pull away and pick up your mess, another apology on the tip of your tongue for staying past closing dies as a quiet whine is pulled from you. The way his grip digs into you, threatening to bruise with how tight he’s holding you, has your knees giving out and relying on him to keep you upright.

“Something wrong, dear?” He murmurs, leaning his face closer, hovering his lips over yours. “If you tell me I could help you fix it.”

“Can I kiss y-you?” You mumble shyly as you feel your face heat up. You hope that you weren’t reading into this too hard and making a fool out of yourself. This was your favorite book store in the city and you didn’t want to have to find another one.

“I’d let you do more than kiss me, hun.” You can feel the words vibrate in his chest with a growl, making your breath hitch at how quickly he agreed to it. The open invitation for more almost has you pausing, but you push forward despite your anxiety.

You don’t have to lean in far for your lips to touch his in a tentative motion, almost testing if you should be doing this, you’d never had a fall conversation with this man, you’ve only admired him from afar and attempted awkward small talk at check up while trying to avoid describing the content of the books you were buy.

You shiver as he slowly presses his lips to yours, savoring the taste, moaning into you softly when you taste better than he imagined. And out of nowhere it's like a switch flips in him, his mouth pressing into yours with more urgency, swallowing every sweet noise he forces you to make.

One of Megumi’s hands fists into your hair, jumping on the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth when your lips part in a gasp, making you grab at the fabric of his shirt.

You return his enthusiasm, pressing your body to mold his and letting your head tip back limply to allow him to devour you. The more he presses into you, attempting to get closer than physically possible, the deeper he pushes you into the store.

The feverish kissing isn’t distracted, even when you collide against a display table of books, the jolt of the collision throwing more books to the floor. The heat rising in you is suffocating, it has your skin crawling to strip your clothing to bare yourself to him. It makes your hands wonder, pushing under his shirt to drag your nails across his skin, desperate to have him make just as much noise as you are.

A deep groan grates from his throat as he pins you against the table for leverage so you can feel the tightness raging in his pants. He wants you to crave him like you do the men in the books your nose is always stuck in. He needs to you to sing for him, to moan like the little slut he knows you are under that facade, but he just can’t get fucking close enough to you and can’t stop.

The groans he rewards you with quickly turn into growls of frustration, the make out session devolving into a flustered, rushed clash of lips and teeth.

“F-fuck- fuck it.” He growls louder and pulls away from you, reaching behind you to rush to swipe the books from the table onto the floor, quickly manhandling your body to force you to lay back on the wooden surface as he pushes his pants down just enough to free his length from its confinement.

“Let me take these off- shit!” You yelp when you already find his hands pushing their way under your skirt to take hold of your hips, tugging you to hover over the edge of the table before you hear the shredding fabric of your panties as they’re tossed carelessly to the floor.

“You wear these little skirts on purpose?” His voice rumbles straight through you, making your center feel painfully empty.

“Mayb-” A scream flies from your mouth, cutting off your response when Megumi shoves himself into you with a grin. His hips clap into yours, ever increasing in speed until the table is scraping marks across the floor of the store as it rocks back and forth.

“You want to live in those nasty little novels so bad don’t you?” He coos, bringing his hand up to wrap around your neck to make sure you’re held in place, completely at his mercy as he drills into you. “How do those pages stack up to the real thing?”

“G-god- s’much better-” You mewl, trying to arch your back into his harsh thrusts that are clapping into your skin at a deafening speed. Your high builds rapidly at the raw feeling off him sliding through your clamping walls, the stretch of him scratching the itch you’ve been chasing with these novels. “C-can you- fucking please - harder!”

Your cries begging to take more of him snaps the last threads of control in him. Megumi’s teeth grit as he leans forward to adjust the angle of his thrusts before he watches your body jolt and skin ripple with the force he’s exerting on your body.

“You feel so much better than my fucking hand.” He says between grunts, keeping your neck pinned to the table, reach between the two of you with his free hand to messily circle your clit. “Fucking cum for me, hun… You can let it go.”

The extra stimulation has your body tensing before snapping in on itself, tremoring with a hoarse cry when he doesn’t let up, fucking himself into with the soul focus of finishing himself.

“Inside-” You croak, your legs fall around his waist, snaking around him to lock your ankle behind him to make sure he can’t pull out. “Please c-can I have your cum?”

“Oh god-” His cock twitches inside of you at your siren’s call. He shouldn’t, he really fucking shouldn’t but when your cunt feels this good? “Fuck yes baby, you’re gonna take it like a good girl? Let daddy feel good?”

You nod your head vigorously, your eyes watering as they squeeze shut at how harshly he abuses your sensitive center until you’re clamping down on him again, sucking him deep when he presses into you and pumps you full.

“Shit.” He props himself, hovering over you with a dazed look of concern as his chest heaves. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you?”

He thinks that your blissed out grin is answer enough.

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kentosovertime · 29 days

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The series is completed! Give her some love <3

𝕖𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕤𝕥; (n.) someone who only pretends to smile

𝕤𝕪𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕤… when geto and gojo grow apart, resulting in their break up, gojo finds friendship and belonging with you and when geto returns he decides he wants you for himself 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕠… college!au series, satosugu, geto x gojo x afab!reader, content includes themes of manipulation, jealousy, angst, spiteful behavior, etc., each chapter to contain its own tags and warnings 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣… reblogs and likes are appreciated 𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥… send me an ask (link) if you want to be tagged

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𝕖𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕤𝕥; (n.) someone who only pretends to smile

𝕤𝕪𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕤… when geto and gojo grow apart, resulting in their break up, gojo finds friendship and belonging with you and when geto returns he decides he wants you for himself 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕠… 5.1k wc, final chapter!, college!au series, satosugu, geto x gojo x afab!reader, explicit content and language, includes themes of manipulation, jealousy, angst, spiteful behavior, etc. toxic friendships, emotionally constipated men, exhibitionism, voyeurism, degradation, praise, MMF threesome, unprotected sex, anal, multiple orgasms, teasing 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣… reblogs and likes are appreciated

𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕥𝕒𝕘 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕒𝕤𝕜 𝕓𝕠𝕩

Geto bounces his leg impatiently, waiting for Shoko to show up as he grips his coffee mug with white knuckles, his mind racing with plans, possibilities, a way to dig all of you out of this mess. But he doesn’t know if he has the strength or bravery to move forward with it.

Satoru’s willingness to engage in the games Geto was playing wasn’t anticipated, he thought Satoru would put up walls and withdraw like normal.

He ends up staring into the middle distance, playing over every detail of the conversation you had with him that night.

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By the time he carried you to his bed and let you curl into his side, you were crying again. Your hiccups sound in the closed space.

“What’s bothering you, sweetheart?” He hummed low, gently rubbing your back in slow motions to help you calm your breathing.

“Everything.” You croak, hiding your face in his chest in shame. You let Satoru touch you like that and somehow Suguru wasn’t yelling at you and kicking you on the curb. The shame flashes hotter, remembering how needy you were from just Satoru’s fingers.

“You gotta give me more than that.” He says with a small chuckle, attempting to lift the mood but it only makes you cry harder, your face twisting in frustrations. “Baby girl, you can talk to me. I promise I’m not going to be mad at you. Let it out.”

“I’m pissed at both of you.” His eyes widen when he realizes that he’s somehow lumped into this and it isn’t just Satoru’s treatment of you. He feels you shudder as the words start pouring from your mouth. “I’m so god damn upset that he only realized that he wanted me after he couldn’t have me. I l-love him so much and I was f-fine to just be his friend, but I f-feel taken for granted. I decided a long time ago I wasn’t going to be one of his fangirls and it turns out I’m just something for him to be selfish over.”

“Sweetheart… He’s not-” He starts and is cut off abruptly.

“Don’t sweetheart me.” You snap suddenly, pulling away from him as you angrily wipe the wetness from your cheek. “Don’t defend him to me. And don’t think he’s the only one I’m upset with. What are you waiting for?”

“W-waiting for…?” He trails off in confusion, his heart lurching with the idea that he may have been pushing you away when he desperately wants to keep you around. The dread in his stomach magnifies when he sees your face drop just the tiniest bit, your eyes starting to mist over again.

“What is this to you?” Your voice cracks as you point between the two of you. “A-am I just something to d-distract you to get over him? Am I enough to fuck but not to ask out?”

“W-what?” His eyes widen and he sits up suddenly, pulling you into his lap where he can better cup your cheeks with both hands. He tries to stay calm, willing the fear that he was repeating his mistakes with Satoru with you. “(Y/N), baby, you are incredibly important to me. I haven’t said anything b-because I thought it was obvious and I didn’t want to overwhelm you… you’ve been so on edge with Satoru.”

“And what about you and him?” You lean into his touch, seeing the genuine panic in his eyes, his focus entirely on you and your needs. How could Satoru make you think that Suguru didn’t care for you?

“The two of us are… complicated.” He swallows around a lump in his throat, unable to avoid the elephant in the room anymore. He’s been so afraid that talking to you about this would only highlight all the things wrong with him and drive you away, but now the lack of communication was doing it for him instead. “He broke my heart a-and it’s still in pieces, but it’s healing. I can’t tell you that I don’t still love him, but that doesn’t mean I’m using you to get over him. Loving you is separate from that and if you want to be my girlfriend, I’ll take it gladly.”

“You…” You stare at him in shock, a different type of moisture misting your eyes. “You love me?”

“I do.” He insists, resting his forehead against yours. “Desperately. I didn’t expect it, but I wouldn't be begging you to move in if I didn’t.”

“A-and you don’t care about… w-what happened? Really?” You check cautiously, wanting to make sure that you were both on the same page.

“I don’t care. I promise.” He assures you softly, peppering small kisses across your face. “You’ve just ended up stuck between the mess we have with each other… and can I be honest with you too?”

You nod quickly.

“I clearly didn’t establish any expectations of exclusivity with you and… it was kind of hot.” His cheeks flame at the admission, not wanting you to take it the wrong way. “Meaning I didn’t mind seeing you like that.”

“O-Oh?” You squeak, your face going crimson to match his. “I- Um-”

He silences your stammering with the press of lips to yours, humming in appreciation when you respond immediately.

“No expectations, sweetheart.” He assures you softly, thumbing your cheek. “I just wanted to be clear.”

“I just… I want the two of you to be ok.” Your eyes meet his, pleading, seeing how the pain has impacted the both of them. They’re both too important to you to continue to see them suffering. “And I don’t want to be the reason that drives you further apart, Sugu’.”

“You won’t be. I’ll figure something out.” He reaches down and picks you up by your thighs, laying your back on the covers. “Now, do you want cuddles? Or for me to help finish what he started?”

“Both?”

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Over the following weeks, Geto took his time to figure out how to approach what you had asked from him and it wasn’t easy. He watched you attempt not to be a jittery mess around Satoru.

He knows you haven’t acted on the feelings he now knows you’re harboring, but he knows there’s going to be a breaking point. There were only so many heated stares you could dodge before he corners you somewhere again.

He knows it's driving you up a wall and he knows from experience what being at the receiving end of that was like. When you come to him to blow off your sexual frustrations, he gladly meets those needs. He kept to himself how it heated his insides to picture you allowing Satoru to use you again, even as he teased you relentlessly for getting so hot for your best friend.

Then there was the longing he continued to direct at Geto. It wasn’t new but it only complicated things. The mess had him ready to put his head through a wall and he was shocked it hadn’t descended into a fight at some point.

He sighs into his mug absentmindedly and Shoko continues to level that accusing squint in his direction, willing him to spill what’s on his mind.

“Out with it.” She demands after a moment of continued silence.

“I’m still in love with Satoru.”

“Everyone knows that, Suguru.” She replies back plainly, examining her nails as if she’s bored.

“But I’m obsessed with (y/n).” It’s his turn to squint at Shoko when she sighs heavily, like this is all a drag and he doesn’t need her here. Honestly, why did they go to her to moderate in the first place?

“Everyone is very aware of that.” She snorts, thinking about the amount of times over the past few months that someone in the group had caught you two together. First it was Gojo grumbling to her about seeing you making out on the couch, then Kento catching Geto bending you over the sink at some party they literally dragged him to, then there was Shoko who had the displeasure of catching you kneeling between his legs, letting him fuck your mouth.

“Well does everyone know that Satoru cornered her in our kitchen and shoved his hands down her pants while he thought I was away at work?” He snips, happy when he sees Shoko’s face pale. “That’s what I thought. So forgive me if I need to talk this out.”

Shoko is quiet for a long minute, mulling over the situation in her head, coming to the conclusion that Suguru likely had.

“If you’re trying to pick, I don’t know why.” She hums thoughtfully. “We all hated when you broke up, I know there were issues but… maybe she’s what you need to balance each other out.”

“And you think she’d be okay with it?” He chews his lip nervously, the last thing he wanted was to pressure into this type of relationship. “She said she… talks to you?”

Shoko simply sits there, evaluating what she should tell him of what she knows.

“She does. She… spoke with me when she was dealing with her feelings for Satoru. I still see that love when she looks at him, no matter how hard she tries to bury it. And she wouldn’t have been crying in my room about you if she didn’t feel the same. I think it's worth a try.”

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If you’re trying to pick, I don’t know why.

Those words become Geto’s driving force when he sets out to make this a reality. He could have your love and fix things with Satoru like you asked of him. And the two of you? You could be selfish with him and have everything you want. Geto wasn’t sure how you’d react, but he could easily talk you into the positives and he knows you’re dying for Satoru to touch you again.

It was Satoru that was the wild card. Would he be able to look beyond their messy past and start again with a fresh start?

There is something within Suguru that decides that he’s going to keep this plan all to himself. He wants to capture the moment you both crack and give into this in his mind.

It's how you are pushed to ask Satoru to join your weekly movie night, Geto insisting that they should try to normalize hanging out again. And you want that desperately.

At the end of the day it didn’t matter what Satoru was trying to do to steal you from Suguru, you just missed him. You missed his laugh, his teasing smile, and his company. It was as simple as the fact that you were incomplete without him in your life, you don’t know how Suguru has handled all of these months without him at his side.

Geto is pouring your favorite drinks, the first for Satoru and the third for you. After the second drink, your body has finally relaxed enough to not be skittish when Satoru joins the two of you in the kitchen, plopping down the snacks he insisted on purchasing.

“Popcorn directly from the movie theater for the spoiled princess.” He snorts and slides the pail of popcorn down the kitchen counter before shedding his hoodie to remain in his mouth watering gray sweats and t-shirt. “Woah… slow down on the drinks and let me catch up! You ate right? Suguru, tell me she actually remembered to eat.”

You feel both of them level an assessing stare as you choke on your drink, wiping your lips with the back of your hand.

“I had a granola bar around noon?” You supply unhelpfully and snatch your popcorn before they can take it from you. “I’m fine. The only light weight here is Sugu’ anyway.”

He groans loudly at the teasing and wordlessly takes his drink and searches the cabinet for his own snack.

“That’s what happens when you miss all the parties.” Satoru joins in with you, loving the opportunities that Geto drops his guard enough to be affected by teasing. “You know there was a party where (y/n) threw up all over Kento’s loafers when he went to pick her up? Ow-!”

“You said you’d never talk about that!” You yell and Satoru hisses and rubs at his arm with a heavy pout, a look of dramatic betrayal playing in his gaze as you smack him to shut him up, your embarrassment apparent.

“Aw come on, sweetheart.” Geto chuckles and hands Satoru his own drink. “You can’t dish it and not take it back.”

You roll your eyes and grab Suguru’s arm to tug him to the couch, settling at his side and leaning against his chest. By the time you’ve melted into his chest, clutching your popcorn happily, Satoru appears from the kitchen with his half finished drink and a grin.

“Let me in!” He whines and nudges your popcorn out of the way, crawling along the sectional until his cheek is pressed against the top of your leg, his arms wrapped around your thigh as he uses it as a pillow.

You freeze in place, your hands hovering in the air, tensing at the position that used to be familiar between the two of you. Geto notes your worked up form and gently rubs your hip, calming you down as much as possible, he doesn’t want you to get spooked.

A small shiver works through you as Satoru thumbs the fabric of your pants, nuzzling into you with a content sigh. You allow him to get comfortable, getting used to the feeling of having him close again, even as he places a chaste kiss to your thigh.

Satoru has never been able to sit through a movie and soon you and Suguru are treated to the sound of his light snoring. He subconsciously kneads at you, feeling you in his sleep as he mumbles unintelligibly as he soaks in your warmth. You grit your teeth, trying to concentrate on the movie as your center throbs.

Why the fuck do you still want him so badly? It was like you never came down from the orgasm he almost pulled out of you.

“Why so horny, sweetheart?” Geto grins into your ear with a coo, enjoying how you don’t even realize you’re squirming against him. God he bets you’re soaked..

“M’not…” You mumble, keeping your eyes glued to the screen where Geto can’t see your rising blush.

“You keep trying to press your thighs together…” He points out with an amused whisper. “And your hands are twitching. Go on… He loves his hair to be pulled.”

You’re unable to contain the shudder as his hot breath caresses your skin, his nose sensually traveling up the expanse of your neck before he kisses behind your ear.

“Geto.” You grumble sternly, dropping the use of your nickname for him, communicating your denial of his request. You weren’t going to toy with your best friend just because it got your boyfriend self admittedly hot.

“Awww.” He pouts, a mockery of Satoru’s earlier action. “I know you want to… and I want to watch you do it.”

“Stop trying to cause more trouble.” You murmur as you turn to look over your shoulder to see his darkened gaze. A small frown graces your features as you chastise him. “You’re both terrible.”

“But I think we all need this, no?” He purrs, slowly kneading your hips in the way he knows turns you on as he kisses your neck with more force pulling soft, needy sighs from you. Geto uses the distraction to take hold of your wrists, using them to set your hands in his hair.

He watches greedily as you tentatively scratch at Satoru’s scalp, but growls low in frustration when you don’t do as he asks. You shriek as you feel Geto’s teeth sink harshly into your neck, making you jolt, your hands clenching and tugging at Satoru’s strands so hard it jolts him awake.

The man wakes with a throaty moan, followed by a hiss when you dig into his scalp harder, your eyes fluttering shut and rolling back when he watches Geto sink his teeth deeper and reach around to grope at your breasts under your shirt.

“‘Toru-” You whine needily for him, trying to pull him closer to stop the burning inside of you. “Please.”

He starts to move but then falters, his wide eyes flick up to where Geto is sucking purple splotches onto your skin and find the dark haired man already staring him down. Geto hums in appreciation when seeing Satoru fall back into their normal dynamic, submission suits him so well.

He used to obey him so easily. He wonders if he still would after everything that’s happened.

“Go on, ‘Toru.” Geto sloppily laps at the marks he’s left on your neck, making you writhe closer to your best friend. “Our baby girl needs you, too.”

He follows Geto’s command without hesitation, righting himself as he rises from your lap and immediately reaching to toss your shirt across the room.

“Fuck-” He groans in appreciation, seeing Geto palm your bare breast, your bra no where in sight. He falls forward, bracing his palm on the couch by Geto’s head as his mouth engulfs your other nipple, circling his tongue in time with his grip on your thigh.

“Stop teasing.” You plead, the heat in your body rising rapidly with the feeling of two sets of hands on your skin.

“You’re going to deny him his fun?” Geto coos, stopping his administration on your tit so slide a hand down your center, deftly pushing past the hem of your leggings and panties with practiced ease. “Let him savor you and I’ll take care of this needy cunt.”

“I could do that instead.” Satoru muses before switching to your neglected breast, using his free hands to grapple with your pants, working them down your legs so Geto can work you with greater freedom. He moans loudly when he’s finally met with the sight of your bare center, you’re so lewd laid out naked like this while they were both fully clothed.

“I don’t think so, ‘Toru.” Geto reprimands him before he can get any ideas, he’s not the one in charge right now. “Let her watch you strip while I get her ready for you. She’ll need it for how big you are.”

You feel Geto shift, but continue his hand’s descent until he’s drawing lazy circles around your clit. He settles you in between his spread legs, the hardened length of his cock pressing hotly into your back as he slaps your legs apart, widening them to give Satoru an unhindered view when he sinks three fingers into your dripping center.

You arch into Suguru, your eyes crossing as you feel the stretch followed by the rhythmic thrusting in and out of your tight walls.

Your eyes fly open at a sharp tug of your hair only to be greeted to the sight of Satoru’s chiseled chest as he drops his t-shirt to the floor, followed up by his sweats, leaving him in only his briefs which outline a truly impressive boner.

“See something you like?” He smirks when Geto takes the opportunity to tease your sweet spot so you can’t even stammer out an answer with how quickly your high is building. “Maybe your boyfriend will let me eat your pretty pussy, angel. You look like you need my mouth to make it all better, hm?”

“Please make it better. I want you t-to make m-me c-cum finally.” You croak out squirming on Geto’s fingers when they suddenly still.

“What? My fingers aren’t good enough for you anymore?” He teases with a grin, revealing in how you choke and sniffle, a stray tear of frustration at losing the stimulation escaping the corner of your eye.

“Baby. Y-you know they a-are-” You stammer, your hips bucking to try to fuck yourself onto them.

“Then you can cum for me instead.” His voice is commanding and absolute as he bullies them back inside of you, not stopping, even when your walls flutter around his digits, and even when you scramble to force his hand away, pushing at his wrist in a panic.

“Stop!” You sob, feeling everything build without snapping, the frantic press of his fingers and Satoru’s heated gaze too much for your body to handle. “I’m g-gonna-”

Satoru watches with rapt fascination, forcing your legs to stay apart as your body tenses and your back forms the perfect arch as you soak Geto’s wrist, more wetness joining the rest as he pulls every ounce of your orgasm out of your forcefully.

“Good baby.” Geto coos, down at you while you tremble, small hiccups flying from you at the slightest stimulation. “So good I’m gonna let him be the one to fuck you. Maybe he’ll be a good boy for me after so long and I’ll let him pump you full of his cum. I know how wild it makes you feel as it drips out of you. Tell ‘Toru how much you want it.”

He wretches your face to the side, gripping your cheeks meanly so you’re staring at Satoru who, at some point, lost his briefs and was palming the length of his cock, unable to handle the lack of stimulation any longer.

“What are you waiting for?” He smirks at how helpless you look in his exes grip, slowing the pace of his hand. Smirking when you shake your head just slightly. “Come on now… you weren’t so shy when you were begging to cum on my fingers. Let him hear how badly you want his ex, angel.”

“Please, ‘Toru.” You cry out, your eyes watering at how badly you want him. “I w-want you so badly. Please-”

“Sugu’, move out of the way.” He grumbles low, the couch dipping below the weight of his knees he settles between your spread leg, hooking his arms around your thighs to tug you down the couch towards him.

Your breath hitches at the ease in which he moves you, you cheeks flaming when he presses your thighs towards your chest to get a full look at you, the tip of his cock hovering over you before it trails through your folds to smear the wetness that Geto forced from you.

In a fit of frustration, you claw at his hip and attempt to reach for him, managing to grasp his length and pump it firmly before a second set of hands close around your wrists, forcing them off of him.

“Sugu’ let me-” Your needy whine transitions to a loud moan as his hands press your wrists to the couch cushion above your head. “Let me go!”

“You’re in the way of me watching him bully his cock into you, sweetheart.” He tuts at you like you’re an immature child, his eyes greedily taking in the sight of you spread open for Satoru, the sight even better than he imagined. He brings his eyes back to your hazy, misty ones, his cock twitching in his pants when you continue to struggle. “Besides he’s bigger than me and I know how you are. You’ll squirm around until the stretch makes you go limp.”

“I don’t c-care. I wanna touch hi- oh my fuck-!” A scream rips from your throat when Satoru takes the opportunity of your distraction to shove his cock into you in one swift motion, meeting resistance as he forces his considerable length to bottom out, slamming against your cervix.

“H-how are you still so fucking tight?” He groans and rears back to shove himself into you even harder, forcing your walls to accommodate him. “Sugu’ not fuck you good enough, angel?”

“He- fuck- he f-fucks me just f-fine-” You manage to squeak out as your hips try to squirm away only to be pinned in place when he completely manages to place you in a press, making you feel him all the way in your throat.

“Not good enough?” Geto raises an eyebrow, his tone firm and domineering as he puppeteers Satoru with practiced ease. “Keep holding her down. I’ll be back.”

You start to panic as he stands and disappears into his room, leaving you alone with Satoru who’s using the time to shoot you a feral grin, suddenly speeding up, clapping the skin of his hips against yours.

“All alone, angel.” He coos down at you, thriving at how you attempt to claw at him now that your hands are free but are unable to with the position he has you folded into. “Always knew you’d end up screaming on my cock. Who knew Sugu’ would stop being such a selfish prude with you.”

“Shit-” You erupt in shudders, feeling yourself teeter at the edge again, sobbing in desperation to see how it feels to cum around him. “Fuck, ‘Toru- Harder please!”

Your vision goes white when his thrusts turn bruising, and don’t stop, even as you try desperately to find yourself in the cloudiness of your mind.

“Come on, angel. You can give me more than that.” Satoru’s face breaks into a feral grin, watching your skin ripple with each snap of his hips. Geto was right, you really do go limp when you’re dicked down properly. “Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect for me, angel. You take my cock so good, baby.”

You’re barely able to register when Geto returns, tossing something on the couch, too busy being fucked within an inch of unconsciousness by a pussy drunk Satoru. When Geto kneels on the floor next to where your body is prone, it jolts you, making your cunt squeeze harshly down on Satoru’s length, pulling a hiss from the man.

“Sweetheart…” He coos low in your ear, learning forward to whisper in your ear so only you can hear. Goosebumps run down your body at the heat that courses through you. “Can I fuck Satoru while he fucks you?”

He was proud of you for stepping forward with Satoru, but that doesn’t mean you were ok with Geto fucking anyone but you. He hums in appreciation as your misty eyes flick to his face in shock before a particularly brutal snap of Satoru’s hips combined with the mental image of Geto dominating the man

“Oh god!” You thrash wildly, your chest heaving in the attempts to suck down breaths while you cum again.Your pleas bleed together in a string of sobs. “Pleasepleaseplease-”

“Tsk tsk, angel. I’m not done y-” Satoru starts, thinking you’re begging him to stop, but he’s been waiting for you for months, he’s not about to let this end now. His hips stutter when Geto stands suddenly and pushes his bottoms to the floor before grabbing what he threw behind Satoru. “W-What are you-? Ah!”

You’re crushed beneath the weight of your best friend as Geto kneels behind him and grips the back of his neck, shoving him forward and holding him there.

“God, you look so much better bent over.” Geto praises hotly, using the lube he snatched with one hand, fisting it along the length of his cock before smearing it between Satoru’s cheeks. “Fucking missed this..”

Satoru’s breath shudders out of him at the first press of Geto’s cock to his back entrance before he pushes himself in steadily, not stopping to give him time to adjust as he bottoms out and grabs his hip, keeping Satoru’s head forced down as he snaps his hips forward.

“Sugu’” He whines needily, doing a complete change from the cocky, domineering man who was pulling orgasm after orgasm out of. His body relaxes, allowing himself to be forced to lay on top of you as Geto makes himself at home inside of him, panting hotly into the crook of your neck, needily pawing at your hips as an anchor.

“Gonna use you to make her cum, ‘Toru.” Geto gives a deep groan, the vibration rolling through the three of you as he allows Satoru to rock back against him, pushing back into his ass to jolt him forward, his twitching cock leaving against your cervix. “You’re a good toy for us, baby. Such a good boy.”

You clench at the whimper that comes from Satoru, another orgasm rapidly approaching. Geto, ever attentive, reaches around Satoru to search for your clit, locating it with ease.

“You’re doing amazing, sweetheart.” He grunts in between his pants, urging Satoru to hit the spot inside of you that makes you see stars. “Give us one more, love.”

“F-fuck I’m gonna cum in you, angel.” Satoru’s head burrows into your neck with a guttural groan, biting into your skin, his hands groping at every inch of your skin, trapped between his two favorite feelings in the world; the stretch Suguru was giving him and the searing warmth of your cunt.

With Satoru’s lips on your skin, your mouth falls open with a silent scream as your body tenses in on itself and snaps. The clamping of your walls around him, sucking him deeper spurs him to shove as deep as possible before allowing himself to empty himself into you with a satisfied shiver, barely holding himself up to not crush you as Geto finally starts fucking into him in earnest.

“Gonna beg for it like you used to, ‘Toru?” He grins at his laborious breathing and your overstimulated, high pitched whines. “Come on. Put us all out of our misery.”

“Please, Sugu’” He pants, his voice cracking before he licks his chapped lips. “Please g-give it to me. S’been too long, please.”

“Who’s fault is that?” Geto growls and grits his teeth, willing his orgasm to hold until he can pull this out of the two of you. “Doesn’t have to be like this. Come back to me, be with us.”

“P-please, Satoru… w-want us to all be okay.” You cup Satoru’s cheeks as overstimulate tears soak your cheek, seeing everything that Suguru has done for the three of you.

“Fuck-” He lurches, his hips spasming as he empties into you for the second time, his cock spurting into you uncontrollably and control his answer. “Yes. I want you b-both-”

You slam your lips to Satoru’s, swallowing his moans when Geto slams into one last time, filling his ass with his cum. Slowly, Satoru’s breathing returns to normal as your tongues twirl each other’s lazily, only interrupted when Geto pulls Satoru’s head back, tangling his hands in his hair to give him a kiss filled with longing, passion, and all the unstated love he’s held back since their split.

Being able to see them both in the way they should be with each other fills your heart with warmth, knowing it can only get better for you all from here.

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𝕖𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕤𝕥; (n.) someone who only pretends to smile

𝕤𝕪𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕤… when geto and gojo grow apart, resulting in their break up, gojo finds friendship and belonging with you and when geto returns he decides he wants you for himself 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕠… 2.3k wc, college!au series, satosugu, geto x gojo x afab!reader, chapter 4 is gojo x reader, explicit content and language, includes themes of manipulation, jealousy, angst, spiteful behavior, etc. toxic friendships, emotionally constipated men, cheating, fingering (receiving), no orgasm 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣… reblogs and likes are appreciated 𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥… send me an ask (link) if you want to be tagged

𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕥𝕒𝕘 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕒𝕤𝕜 𝕓𝕠𝕩

You squint, taking a catalog of the food that was present in their fridge, wondering how men live like this. There was nothing in here that you could use to make anything substantive or nutritious. You roll your eyes at the mental image of Satoru scoffing at the mere mention of a meal option that didn’t involve some sort of sugar option.

Maybe you could settle for a late night snack while you wait for something to be delivered from your local pizza joint? You sigh heavily, vowing to go grocery shopping for them in the morning as you snatch one of Satoru’s favorite snacks he made you try once.

Where even was he? You hum in thought, chewing the food with a furrowed brow. In fact, it had been a while since you had seen and hung out with your best friend. He’s always insisting that he has somewhere to be or something to do. That or you already had plans with Suguru.

As if summoned by your thoughts, he rounds the corner, kicking off his shoes onto the mat before stretching his arms above his head with a groan.

“Is that my pastry?” He pouts at you so dramatically it has you rolling your eyes before you smile at him warmly. His presence always had a way of cheering you up and plastering the biggest smiles on your face. Something that not even Geto manages all the time.

While you always felt better around him, you didn’t know about the butterflies that erupted in his stomach whenever he saw your eyes get a little brighter when he made you smile just from existing near you.

“S’not my fault you don’t keep groceries in the house, shit head.” You giggle and shove the rest in your mouth with a playful smirk. “But I did order pizza if you want some.”

“No Sugu' to share it with?” He lobs the nickname you’ve started to use when referring to Geto, even with others in the friend group, adjusting his tone to poke fun at you. He saw that his work shoes weren’t at the front door, so he must be out.

He wasn’t expecting it, but this might be the perfect opportunity to apply just the right amount of pressure.

“He’s working late tonight.” It’s your turn to pout, disappointed that him working late had interfered with your ability to make plans with him tonight. “The closer called out and he was asked to cover their shift.”

“How are the two of you?” He leans against the counter next to you, searching your face with concern.

“We…” You look up at him nervously, a shy flush gracing the apples of your cheeks. The last thing you wanted to do was upset Satoru by talking about his ex with him. You’re not blind enough not to see the tension after the night he caught the two of you on the couch. “We’re good. I was hoping to be able to go out with him tonight but…”

You trail off with a shrug, something inside of you feeling unsettled with who you’re having this conversation with. It wasn’t just Satoru’s history with Geto, but your own feelings in the mix. There was a time that you wouldn’t have had such strong feelings for Geto. A time where you were nursing a schoolgirl crush on Satoru. Months ago, you would have wanted Satoru to open his eyes and see that you were right in front of him. But other than your hidden feelings, you genuinely care about him, you wanted him to be happy more than you wanted him.

“Really? That’s good…” Why is he frowning at you? Your gut twists painfully, suddenly coming to the realization that he’s probably come to hate you. Why else would he be avoiding you?

“I’m sorry we’ve been so busy, ‘Toru.” The thread of your friendship feels so precarious in your hands, like it may snap at any moment. “You know you’re still my best friend, right? No matter who I’m dating…”

“So are the two of you official now?” He shoves the flinch at you so casually referring to him as only your friend. But it will be ok, he’ll make it ok.

You stare at him blankly, your words dying on your tongue. Satoru watches as your mouth opens and closes, failing to give you the answer he already knows to be true. It was impossible to deny when Shoko described how you cried into her arms about how you were wondering what was wrong with you for him not to ask.

“W-well n-no-” You stammer, your voice cracking with emotion. “He h-hasn’t asked that yet, but he said I’m the only person he plans on seeing right now, s-so it’s fine.”

“Good to see the perfectionist asshole makes the same mistakes as me.” He says, full of frustration as your eyes squint in confusion, trying to make sense of the words that are now flying from his lips. “Do you know how helpless I’ve felt?! I am so fucking angry at myself for not pulling my head out of my ass long enough to realize how I felt!”

“I didn’t… Toru’, I didn’t think that you still h-had feelings for him anymore-” You shrink away from his anger, shaking slightly as your eyes water and spill over.

“What?” He growls in confusion, hating how you're flinching away from him. “I don’t care that you’ve fucked him. I care that he’s fucking you! He walked back into my life after razing it all to the ground only to turn around and steal you from me. He knows how I feel about you and he took you anyway! All to string you along for months and not even have the balls to make it official? Can’t you fucking see that you deserve more than someone who doesn’t give a shit about you?!”

Your fear quickly flares into a burning inferno. You know that Geto cares about you. You can see it in his eyes whenever he listens to you rant about your interests or when he lays the sweetest kisses against your forehead before he lovingly plays with your hair. He always wants to be near you, Satoru wasn’t there when Geto practically begged you to move in permanently. And he certainly wasn’t here when you were the one slamming the brakes on that idea out of consideration for the man in front of you before Geto attempted to fuck a yes from you, grunting as he drilled into you, telling you that he wanted nothing more than to come home to you everyday.

But despite all of this there was a small, scared part of you that was whispering in your ear that he still hadn’t thought to ask you to be his girlfriend. That didn’t matter then, right?

You had everything you needed other than his words to show you he loved you. Just because he loves differently than Satoru doesn’t mean you don’t matter to him.

Satoru was warm, loud, and passionate, never bothering to be anything other than who he was and Geto was more reserved, coming across as cold and calculating, shining in his own way by reflecting the light around him back at you. They were the sun and the moon, both equally beautiful and loved. Could they not see that in each other? Was that why everything had ended?

While trapped in your own thoughts, Satoru approached you slowly, reaching out to brace his arms on either side of you, his palms pressed against the counter. You try to take a step back and are stopped by the countertop’s hard surface, trapped between it and Satoru, who was leaning closer to you.

“You can’t just walk in and try to claim me because someone took your favorite toy, Satoru.” You pant, your body yearning to be closer to him as all the attention it used to crave comes rushing to the surface. Your reprimand has not bite to it as your eyes dip to his lips hovering just above yours.

You want to claim his lips, finally see what he tastes like. You love Geto, yes love, but you want his best friend, his ex, to grab your hips and pull you into his mouth as he lifts you onto the counter and devours you.

“I can do whatever I want.” He coos confidently as he makes you shake with need. He smirks as your harsh pants hit his lips, hovering his mouth just far enough away that he’s not kissing you, but you can both drink in each other's air.

As you breathe heavily, trying to lean forward to capture his lips, he slides a hand done the front of your clothed center, rubbing you through your leggings. The choked whimper it pulls from your mouth has him pressing his hips into you harder, pressing his erection into your thigh as he circles his fingers faster,

“Please, ‘Toru- Ah!” You whine out for him so prettily, struggling against his hips. “Please k-kiss me-”

“Not while you still belong to him.” His refusal wracks your body in frustrated shivers as your hips buck into his hand. “But I’ll still make his little whore, cum.”

His hand shoves down the front of your pants to trail through your soaked folds, easily finding and sinking into your cunt. You shriek and jolt in his hold, squirming wildly when he easily zeros in on gummy spot inside you with come hither motions.

“You just walk around my apartment with no panties on?” He growls in appreciation, working his fingers deeper. “My little bestie just wants to fucked whenever he wants. You make it so easy to use you. You like knowing I’ve been listening to you being fucked sensless picturing that exact thing?”

When you don’t answer, the free hand still leaning on the counter flies out, harshly grabbing into the hair at the nape of your neck to jerk your head back so you’re forced to look up at where he towers over you.

“I asked Sugu’s slut a question.” He coos, pressing his forehead to your and grinding the heel of his palm into your clit as he calls out what you’re doing with him and not the person you’ve been seeing, greedily eating up every twist of pleasure your face makes.

“Y-yes, I like that-” You sob as you feel your body tense, ready to explode around his fingers. You love the idea of him being unable to stop himself from fisting his cock whenever he heard you moan, even when it wasn’t him pulling the reaction out of you. “Please I’m gonna-”

Satoru’s head flies up and his fingers still as he hears familiar footsteps outside his apartment door, followed by the jingle of keys.

“Sorry, angel.” He chuckles and licks up a tear that falls down your face as your chest heaves to catch up with the orgasm you were just robbed of. “Find me later if you want to finish this.”

Geto rounds the corner into the kitchen just in time for Satoru’s hand to pull out from the band of your pants while a sly smirk plasters itself onto his face when he meets Geto’s eyes and licks his fingers clean. His gaze dares Geto’s to say something in reaction as he pushes off the counter.

Knowing Satoru only ever acts out with the desire of having a response, Geto ignores him and smiles softly, making his way to you instead.

Even if he hadn’t seen where Satoru’s hand was, he would have known something heavier had happened. He knew your body about as well as Satoru’s now, and it was clear from your fucked out face, red cheeks, blown pupils, and heavy breathing that you had been enoying yourself. He can also tell by the way you’re practically writhing and pressing your thighs together that you hadn’t cum yet.

He finds himself twitching in his pants at the thought of seeing the two of you together like that, not being nearly as mad as he expected with how possessive he was of you. It was a fantasy that he had buried deep down on the account that he never saw any signs that you were attracted to Satoru or their messy past.

The darker parts of him are amused by you shrinking away just slightly, fearful of his non-existent anger. It has him cupping your cheeks and pulling you into a searing kiss, smiling against your lips when you meet him needily.

He only pulls away from the need to breathe, noting just a hint of apprehension left in your gaze. Geto chuckles and leans forward, lovingly murmuring in your ear for only you to hear.

“Don’t worry about him, baby. I promise it's ok.” You gulp and nod your head, letting him scoop you into a tight hug tht chases away all of your worries.

Over your shoulder, Geto raises an eyebrow in a questioning challenge, daring Satoru to say what’s so clearly on his mind now that he’s here.

Satoru doesn’t take the bait, giving him an unapologetic shrug, refusing to feel sorry for finger fucking his ex's girl until she was sobbing out for him. He simply finishes licking his fingers clean, making sure Geto watches before he disappears into his room with a loud “good night”.

You flinch at the slam of his door, looking up to Geto to meet his eyes as you sniffle, tears rolling down your cheeks, afraid that he was acting at it being ok.

“Sugu’...?” You croak in confusion, wanting to lean into him for support.

“Come on, sweetheart.” He gently pulls you against him, lifting you into his arms to carry you to his room while kissing your forehead to soothe you. “I swear its ok, love. Just come tell me what happened.”

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just got back from my new part time job and all the high schoolers though i was 20 I graduated high school like 9 years ago but thank you

#kentosot mind dump #behold #the fountain of youth #do your skin care kids

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𝕖𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕤𝕥; (n.) someone who only pretends to smile

𝕤𝕪𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕤… when geto and gojo grow apart, resulting in their break up, gojo finds friendship and belonging with you and when geto returns he decides he wants you for himself 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕠… 1.6k wc, college!au series, satosugu, geto x gojo x afab!reader, chapter three is geto x reader with gojo sprinkled in, explicit content and language, includes themes of manipulation, jealousy, angst, spiteful behavior, etc. toxic friendships, emotionally constipated men, exhibitionism, voyeurism, somnophilia, degradation, masturbation 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣… reblogs and likes are appreciated 𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥… send me an ask (link) if you want to be tagged

𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕥𝕒𝕘 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕒𝕤𝕜 𝕓𝕠𝕩

Satoru had told you one night over pizza about his roommate who was never home, the conversation leading there when you asked what he used the master bedroom for, since he was in the smaller guest room.

Satoru eventually confided in you that this roommate and him had known each other since high school and had dated up until about 4 months ago. He referred to it as “ancient history” and shot you a flirty little smile, covering up the pain he was still feeling to this day.

You had taken his statements at face value. He hadn’t shown you anything in the last few months of knowing him that he felt any differently. If anything, he seemed happy to have his pick of the women around campus.

It was why you hadn’t felt guilty about going out with Geto, but seeing Satoru’s reaction to walking in on you had put this all into a new perspective for you. That perspective however wasn’t taking into account how Geto had wormed his way into your heart so easily. You liked him… like really really liked him.

He was so easy to be around, so easy to talk to and laugh with. You hadn’t felt an instant connection with someone since Satoru, even if he hadn’t been interested in you like you were him. You like to think that things happen for a reason and Satoru not liking you in a romantic capacity left room in your life for this blessing.

A blessing that was currently rolling your groggy body onto its back as you blink away the remnants of sleep. You feel the blankets pull down your body as Geto leaves sloppy, sleepy kisses down your stomach until he comes in contact with your unclothed pussy.

You squirm in your half asleep state, trying to close your legs as the draft of air skims across your center. You feel hands travel from where they were hooked around your waist to slide around the back of your thighs to push your legs open.

“Sugu’?” You try to blink away the sleep, but your head lulls, your eyes struggling to remain open. “What are you doin’?”

“Baby you’ve been sleeping over for weeks…” His voice is still rough, as if he immediately woke up needing you and took what he wanted. “You’d think you’d expect this by now.”

A loud whimper is pulled from your throat as his tongue flattens against your folds, lapping deeply until he can shove his tongue inside of you and rub teasing circles into your clit with his nose.

“P-please s-slow down-” You bite down harshly on your lip, successfully keeping a moan from escaping. You can hear the shuffling in his apartment outside his door, signaling that Satoru was up and getting ready for the day. The distinct sound of cereal pouring into a porcelain bowl, followed by enthusiastic clinking of the spoon.

“What was that?” He grins mischievously, lifting his head just slightly to meet your eyes as he spats loudly onto your folds, using the tip of his tongue to tease your clit. “Go harder?”

“Shit-!” You yelp, your head falling back when he used the distraction to position himself to shove three fingers into you with ease. “Sugu’ y-you’re being r-rude. C-can’t we do this when he leaves?”

“And have him miss all this fun?” He grin wildly as your breath stutters, hitching when he finds your favorite let spot for him to abuse with his digits. He can tell it's rapidly pushing you to the edge. He coos up at your in a condescending manner. “But what if he likes it, baby girl? Gonna deny him hearing these sweet noises?”

Having Geto fuel the fantasy of Satoru finally wanting to see you as you cum has you flushing with shame as you fall over the edge, your body spasming uncontrollably as you whine out for your precious Sugu’.

“You nasty little, whore.” He chuckles, quickly kneeling between your legs as he gathers you cum with his length, slickening himself with the hard work he put into your cunt, using it to drive your crazy, making you shriek at the overstimulation as the tip of his cock rubs into your clit. “Did I end up with a little exhibitionist?”

“M’not, Sugu.” You suck down harsh, gasping breaths, your hips bucking against his cock as you feel your face flush. You need him to stop teasing you like this, its driving you crazy.

“So you wouldn’t like it if I brought you out there to bend you over the kitchen counter?” He asks as he suddenly shoves his cock into your vice grip, bottoming out immediately with a harsh hiss as he continues to degrade you. “Let him see how easily you turn into a drooling mess when you finally get cock?”

The long, heavy strokes of his thrusts jolt you towards the headboard with each movement, your tits rippling with each wet slap of his hips against yours. Your hands burrow in the pillows below your head, your white knuckles attempting to ground you through his onslaught.

“And fuck you get so fucking messy and let me do whatever I want to you, don’t you?” He’s moaning loudly with you, loving how the noises mix together and bounce off the walls. He almost loses it and fills your abused center with cum and he feels your clamp down on him with each passing degradation. “I just want your cunt dripping all over the kitchen floor.”

His head tips back as his eyes roll, he bites his lips with enough force to break skin as he holds back, riding the euphoric high of denying himself his finish in the attempt to make all of this last longer. He wants to keep hearing you sob out in denial of everything he knows will have you tremoring in seconds if you let him have his way.

“S-su- ah!” You yelp when you reach a hand between the two of you, wanting to add just the faintest hint of extra stimulation to fall over the edge, knowing from the amount of times he’s fucked you that he’ll keep denying you your orgasm, when he smacks your hand away and presses your hand to your lower stomach instead. “Please! I wanna cum, baby-”

“Just admit it to me then, sweetheart.” He grunts through gritted teeth, hitting the end of his capacity to stop himself from finishing. “Tell me that the thought of me owning you in front of him makes your cunt throb.”

“I-It- it does.” You whine and dig your nails into his shoulders, drawing blood with how tight you’re gripping. “W-would let you do whatever you- oh my g-god!”

He grips your chin in a harsh movement, smashing his mouth into yours to swallow the screams streaming from your mouth as everything inside of you snaps and pulls him deeper, you legs winding around his hips to lock your ankles around him in a wordless plea to empty himself inside of you despite the lack of protection.

Geto moans into your mouth, slowing the kiss and smiling against your lips as you shiver with little aftershocks. “Good fucking girl.”

Little do you know what scene you’d witness if you walked into the kitchen while Geto worked your cunt into a blinding high only to have you screaming as his cock forced its way into your spasming core.

Satoru whimpered hearing your sweet, desperate noises for the second time in less than 24 hours. The first instance being when he came home from a late night group project only to hear Geto’s headboard banging rapidly against the wall, the dull thumping reaching him even in his room with his headphones on, the vibrations shaking the floor.

The frustration has him taking his aching cock out of his pants right in the middle of the kitchen. He leans one hand to steady himself on the counter while he bites the hem of his shirt between his teeth both to muffle his needy sounds, but also to make it easier to run his fist along his length.

His mind was overrun with the visions of all the things he wanted to do to you, even all the things he wanted to see Geto do. He was ashamed that the vision of the two of you tangled on the couch together had not only fueled his jealousy, but also made his fantasies run rampant.

He manages to grab a hand towel before his eyes cross and he sees stars, shooting his cum into the fabric that was a poor imitation of your slick, wet heat.

As he cleans up and hears the sound of your muffled sobs of Geto’s name as you cum, something solidifies for him. Shoko had mentioned that you had confided something in her that was bugging you out of your arrangement.

Even with Shoko swearing to you that she would keep it a secret, she was concerned enough to entrust it with him.

It had been weeks since you met and started seeing each other, you were practically living here, not that he minded seeing his best friend more, but Geto still hadn’t asked you to be his girlfriend. What was stopping him? Or was he just using your body for an easy outlet and planned on hurting you when he got tired of the arrangement?

Either way, Satoru decides that if Geto was going to drop the ball with locking you down, he’d step in and throw a wrench in that plan. After all, he’s always been selfish.

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kentosovertime · 1 month

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finally finished the last chapter of eccedentesiast and i don't know what to do next~

#kentosot mind dump #jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen

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𝕖𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕤𝕥; (n.) someone who only pretends to smile

𝕤𝕪𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕤… when geto and gojo grow apart, resulting in their break up, gojo finds friendship and belonging with you and when geto returns he decides he wants you for himself 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕠… 3.5k wc, college!au series, satosugu, geto x gojo x afab!reader, explicit content and language, includes themes of manipulation, jealousy, angst, spiteful behavior, etc. toxic friendships, emotionally constipated men, mentions of alcohol, exhibitionism, voyeurism, heavy petting 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣… reblogs and likes are appreciated 𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥… send me an ask (link) if you want to be tagged

𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕥𝕒𝕘 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕒𝕤𝕜 𝕓𝕠𝕩

Geto finds himself taking a deep breath as he walks up to the door to the cafe. He had dreaded the end of his internship. Not because he was going to miss working there, but because it was the one added thing in his schedule that kept him away from home, away from having to watch Satoru look like a wounded puppy when he couldn’t do anything to help him anymore. The separation was his idea.

And he selfishly wanted to keep Satoru close, even if it caused them pain, even if it was awkward. He believes that eventually they’d be able to learn how to be around each other, but for now, he was just so fucking angry at Satoru for not waiting for him. That he had the audacity to mope around like he was still dealing with his feelings for him.

He had to watch him religiously scroll through dating profile matches over his sugary breakfast cereal when he wasn’t busy hiding in his room, waiting for Geto to leave. If he was going to be subjected to walking into the apartment that he helps pay for in the rare instance he is home, only to be greeted by Satoru’s pert ass ramming into some random, overly enthusiastic moaner he’d snap. He was over being an unwilling voyeur in the mind games he plays with himself, wanting to be put out of his damn misery.

No one had noticed him walk in yet where they had tucked themselves away in the furthest corner of the store. His gaze easily finds Satoru, gravitating to him automatically out of habit, but the sight that was presented to him was anything but the pouting martyr he got used to over the last couple of weeks.

He leans towards you with such a soft look in his eyes, his face smooth, without the stress that causes the bags under his eyes. The softness has just the faintest hint of interest and fondness, reminding him of the nights they used to sit together through the early morning hours in high school, talking about anything and everything.

Geto used to be on the receiving end of that look. But you look clueless, smiling and joking with him like you do with Shoko who’s sitting across from the two of you, totally unaware of his affection. You must be that new friend he’s mentioned a few times as his best friend. He had to admit that you holding that title hurt, but he had a hard time holding onto that when you’re so damn cute. No wonder Satoru was so besotted with you.

He sees you nod enthusiastically at Satoru before he disappears in the direction of the bathroom. Seeing you sitting there all by yourself has him itching to sit next to you. Maybe you’d like it if someone actually appreciated you enough to give you the attention you deserved.

He thinks he’ll just try to keep you for himself. It’s only an added plus that he gets to take something from Satoru after he caused so much pain and suffering.

“Hey.” He hums low, putting on his best smirk as he approaches the couch, sitting close as he swings an arm over the back of the couch to be closer to you.

“Oh hey, shithead. Nice of you to finally show your face.” Soko rolls her eyes, already smelling trouble brewing, but she thinks it might be fun to watch the ensuing chaos. “This is (y/n). I don’t think you’ve met.”

“I haven’t had the pleasure.” He turns and practically purrs the words at you, cocking his head to the side with a slow smile, watching as a light pink flush stains the high points of your cheeks. “Its nice to finally put a face to the name, angel.”

“Oh- uh-” You take a deep breath and gently shut the book you had on your lap, rotating to face him and give him your full attention. His eyes quickly dip to your lips when your tongue pops out to lick them, recovering your composure quickly. “Same. ‘Toru’s told me so much about you.”

‘Toru? How cute. Geto wonders if you’d give him a cute nickname too.

“Oh boy, I hope he wasn’t too brutal.” He chuckles and leans his head on his hand propped on the back of the couch. “I should at least be able to defend myself to his gorgeous best friend before you pass any judgment.”

Your cheeks stain darker this time, but you keep the rest of your composure, remembering that you’re used to shameless flirting from Gojo fucking around with you so often. It’s just so different coming from Geto’s mouth instead. It feels hotter, deeper. Like he’s lighting a fire inside of you on purpose and fanning it into an inferno with his dark gaze.

“Only good things, I promise.” You assure a bit breathlessly, knowing that they had a nasty breakup last year at some point but Satoru had assured you that, while the relationship hadn’t worked, he was still a great friend to everyone.

“Thank god.” He lets out a dramatic breath, pulling a chuckle from you. “I’d hate for any preconceived notions to get in the way of you saying yes to hanging out later.”

“Oh, we’re already friends?” You tease, loving how forward and friendly he was, all while he teases you and can take it in return.

“Of course,” he hums low, thinking that you’re going to be much more than friends. You’re more adorable than he thought. “I’m out of class for the day and Satoru said you love books. Ever been to the book bar around the corner?”

“No.” Your eyes lighten in excitement, your head perking up at the mention of the place. “I’ve been dying to go but its not Shoko’s scene and ‘Toru said books are for nerds.”

You snort in amusement, knowing Satoru was just being dramatic.

“Kento hasn’t offered to go with you?” He jokes, gauging your interest in the other men you probably hang out with often.

“Oh god no,” You roll your eyes in exasperation, clearly Kento was a soft topic right now, but he didn’t know why. “He’s “too busy” to come out and party with us, even for his 20th birthday party! Wait!”

His eyebrow quirks up in confusion as you gasp and start inspecting his arms, poking one in curiosity.

“You could totally manhandle him. Listen, I’m going to need you to help me do something morally ambiguous and possibly illegal.” You rush to explain, totally not thinking of how hard the muscles in his arms were. “But Kento will thank us for throwing him in a trunk when he has an amazing time at his party.”

“Manhandle?” His eyes darken just a tad as he reaches for your thigh, placing his hand on it as his body begs him to know what your skin feels like. “Interesting word choice… but I’m experienced in that. I’ll help if you go to that book bar with me this evening. My treat.”

“I… Sure. If you promise to help.” You gulp audibly and your eyes dart nervously, not meeting his eyes as he thumb passes under the hem of your skirt with soothing swipes. As you look away from his intense gaze, Geto sees you catch sight of Satoru, carrying a cinnamon roll. “‘Toru! Thank you, bestie.”

Satoru smirks at you as you make excited grabby hands at the plate he was holding, and Geto has to bite the inside of his cheek as you moan at the taste.

“No problem, you fucking gremlin.” Geto fights the urge to swat Satoru’s hand away from where he affectionately pats the top of your head, his eye twitching in annoyance. “You getting along with Mr. Tighass over here?”

Geto can see the tension in shoulders, feel the accusing glare on his face as he forces you to scoot over on the couch to accommodate his form, but jokes on him. It forces you to sit with your bare thigh pressed against Geto.

“Of course she is. I’m a pleasure to be around.” Geto shoots him a playful smirk as he leans back against the couch, relaxing because he has both of them right where he needs them.

“He’s going to bring me to that bookstore with the bar in it after this.” Geto watches you, his heart skipping a bit when you convey your excitement for the plans directly to Satoru. He watches as you twist to look for his reaction, your cheeks pink again. And fuck does he love that he put that there.

‘Oh? Hot date?” Satoru’s tone is even but Geto knows enough to see the meaning behind the teasing tone he throws at you. Geto can see the panic in his eyes.

That’s right, Satoru. Game on.

He listens to you stammer out a “no” and he can’t help but chuckle that you didn’t take the hint. He should have been more direct, especially where you seemed to not see Satoru’s interest in you.

“Damn. I thought I was pretty obvious about it.” Geto reaches out and gently thumbs your cheek as he watches the pulse in your neck pickup. “You already said yes, don’t break my heart.”

“I.. Y-you’re sure?” You stammer and he’s fighting the urge to shove all of this in Satoru’s dismayed face. Honestly, what did he expect would happen? If it wasn’t Geto who swept you off your feet some random shit bag would instead. Then he would be in the same position as he is now. He should have realized you were desperate for someone to give you this sort of attention. “I could be crazy, you know.”

“Oh, I know you are if you’re friends with that.” He nods his head over at Satoru with a devious little smirk. “Good thing I don’t mind crazy, baby.”

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“They have so much shit in here.” You say in hushed awe, taking his hand and pulling him to the shelf of your favorite genre. Geto watches as you study the selection with furrowed brows.

“What are these even about?” He laughs and picks up the nearest one, his brows rise into his hairline as he reads a passage that he flipped to randomly, which happened to be a smutty passage to one of your favorite reads of last year.

“Is that the one where he’s using the gun?” You ask in amusement. God, you loved seeing men’s reactions to a good smutty novel, it was rather telling. If he was going to turn up his nose you’d go home.

“It is…? Is he fucking her with it?” He scans the pages and the characters certainly are. God you’re shameless and he thinks he’s in love already. “God damn. You’re using our first date to show me smutty books?”

“You’re the one who insisted on buying them for me.” You playfully push his shoulder, pulling his attention from the novel he was actually making an effort to read for you. “You may as well know what your money is being used for.”

“I’ll get you as many of these as you want, hun.” How was he already in over his head with this girl? Gorgeous, sassy, smart, and a freak under all of it? “But… I’m going to need to borrow your favorites. Just for science.”

He wants to know everything about you. How you tick, what he can use to make you unravel for him. Maybe you’d allow him a demonstration to test out his new knowledge.

“You actually want to read them?” He doesn’t like the guarded tone in your voice. Had someone not appreciated your hobbies in the past?

“Of course.” Geto smiles, warm and genuine. “I… really like you and I want to know more about you.”

He trailed after you as the two of you nursed a few alcoholic beverages while he held the books you wanted to buy, listening to all the answers you gave to his questions. What’s your major? Where did you grow up? What’s your favorite color?

You insisted that he only buy you two out of the stack of ten, saying that you’ll cover the rest. Geto didn’t waste the opportunity that presented itself and you needed to go to the restroom. When you returned, he already had another drink waiting for you next to the shopping bag full of your books with a receipt on the top.

Geto pulled out a book you bought while he waited for you, using the internet to tell him which chapters were the spiciest so he could take mental notes.

“I told you not to!” You pout cutely, your hands on your hips as he places a bookmark into the pages filled with lewd sentences to give you an innocent look that doesn’t pass your inspection.

“You could pay me back by agreeing to a second date.” Geto teases you and watches as a slow, shy smile passes over your face as you sit next to him, scooting closer to tentatively stoke his calf with your foot, gauging his reaction.

He shifts to adjust himself in his seat, seeing the heat starting to burn inside your eyes as your pupils dilate and flick down to his mouth.

“Does it count as the second date if you invite me home with you?” Your breath hitches so sweetly to his ears when he leans forward, letting you see lust he’s been holding back

“So bold, hun.” His voice drips with promise, leaning in to rasp his words into your ear. “But, no. I’d still consider it the first. Wouldn’t want you to back out of the second date after what coming home with me entails.”

“Hmm…” You hum like you haven’t already made up your mind, keeping him waiting. Geto sees how you’re fixated on his lips, especially then your pretty pink tongue laps at your lips like you can taste him already. “Give me a little taste of what that would look like? I don’t think I understand, Sugu’.”

What may have started as a way to get back at Satoru was quickly unraveling as you wind him up, wrapping him around your finger so easily it gives him whiplash. If he thought you being adorable, talking about your interests with passion was sexy, seeing your energy directed at him like this had his composure melting away.

It’s like a puzzle piece that he didn’t know he was missing slots into place. He wants to own you, even as his lingering feelings for Satoru sit below the surface. Surely he can love you both at the same time and still give you what you need?

“I think I’ll make you wait.” He muses, breathing your air before he pulls away, noting a small whimper of disappointment from your lips. “Trust me, I’ll give you a taste as soon as we get home. There are too many eyes here for what I’d like to do to you.”

Geto’s cock twitches to life at what kissing you right now would push him to. Maybe he’d push his hands into you pants. Or more likely he’d drag you down the hall to the restrooms to bend you over the sink.

But none of that was the time or attention he wanted to give you, or the noises he wanted to make sure Satoru heard, so for now his traitorous cock would have to wait in his pants.

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“You’re sure he’s not home?” You frown, looking around the familiar apartment, going straight to the kitchen to place your bag of books on the counter and pour the two of you a glass from Satoru’s collection of alcohol. Having you bend over right in front of him draws his attention, the heart shape of your ass clearly outlined in your shorts, the lips of your cunt lewdly visible with how the fabric is tucked.

He’d grab your hips and pull you into him right now if it meant he could rub himself against you, but something about your comfort in this space irks him.

Geto twitches with annoyance, not at you, but how comfortable you are in here and what that means. You’ve been here before. Many times. And that means that Satoru has had the privilege to see you alone like this, so relaxed and intimate and he still hadn’t done anything with you.

He doesn’t blame Satoru for wanting you around, you’re breathtaking and your personality is even better. But he wants to be the only one you soften for like this, the only one you smile at with such warmth and promise.

“His shoes aren’t here.” He only shrugs, taking the drink you hand him and downing it in one gulp before leading you into the living room.

You aren’t even able to bend back over and select a movie to watch before he’s taking your wrist and tugging you harshly to the couch to straddle his hips. The second your legs are settled around him he’s gripping your chin, wrenching your face towards him where he claims your mouth with a deep, satisfied moan.

You shudder in his hold as his hands push under your shirt to knead at hips, making you rub your clothed center against his. Geto groans when you sink your nails into his chest, the bite of pain making him shiver and his cock twitch in excitement. He reaches one hand to the collar of his t-shirt tugging it off with one hand in a practiced motion.

“Fuck, sweetheart. Keep putting those marks on me.” He growls, starting to lose himself in the haze of need, his reaching hands trembling with the need to see your soft skin exposed to the air. He grabs the hem of your shirt, ripping it from your body, attacking you with hot, heavy, open-mouthed kisses, stroking his tongue with yours, already addicted to your taste.

He knows how high he’s building you without even touching your cunt. Your wetness soaks the fabric of your shorts, staining the crotch of his pants to the point he can feel it against his length. It has his mouth watering as he yanks your head back by the hair at the nape of your neck, kissing you deeper and greedily palming your tits under your bra, using the rough pads of fingers to twist your nipples gently.

He’s about to flick your bra open when, in the lusty haze, he hears keys open the front door and footsteps approach. Your body gives no indication that you’ve heard Satoru come home, so Geto sloppily trails his mouth down your neck, sucking harsh marks onto your skin that will make Satoru remember what he’s about to get an eyeful of.

He growls when you respond to his administrations so readily, your head tilts back limply, giving him the room to add more strokes to his canvas, but what he doesn’t expect is your hands deftly unbuttoning the buttons of his pants, shoving a hand inside to stroke him in time with his tongue’s movement on your skin. Only when your eyes fly open in the shock of a hash bite on your neck do you see Satoru standing there in stunned silence.

“Thought we said no fucking in the common rooms?” You fly back from Geto, covering your chest with an embarrassed squeak, rushing out an apology as Satoru glowers at the two of you. “Make sure to use protection, Geto will try to convince you he doesn’t need it.”

Geto feels how you flinch, your body tensing at the loud slam of Satoru’s bedroom door. But he’s too elated that he got such an intense reaction out of him, it’s only company in his mind was the anger that he had caused you to flinch and how he could make you forget what he said to you.

“Now where were we, hun?” He purrs, undisturbed by the interruption, his bulge still pressing against you. He notes your hesitation and pulls back slightly, cupping your cheek to check in with you. “We could stay out here and give him a show. Or do you want to go to my room?”

“Your room….” You mumble, leaning needily into his touch, letting him scoop you into his arms and carry you. You didn’t know that you were craving attention like this, your want for Geto was barely dampened by the interruption, but you refused to be disrespectful of your best friend’s apartment.

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kentosovertime · 1 month

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am i manic or did the sun finally come out?

#kentosot blabs #vitamin d deficiency #currently lizarding in my car #please give me one ounce of seratonin #mental health #mental illness

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𝕖𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕤𝕥; (n.) someone who only pretends to smile

𝕤𝕪𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕤… when geto and gojo grow apart, resulting in their break up, gojo finds friendship and belonging with you and when geto returns he decides he wants you for himself 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕠… 0.7k wc, college!au series, satosugu, geto x gojo x afab!reader, explicit content and language, includes themes of manipulation, jealousy, angst, spiteful behavior, etc. sfw, emotionally constipated men, break up, arguments 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣… reblogs and likes are appreciated 𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥… send me an ask (link) if you want to be tagged

𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕥𝕒𝕘 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕒𝕤𝕜 𝕓𝕠𝕩

“I can’t keep doing this Sugu’.” Satoru yells, the impassive look on Geto’s face only drawing him further into anger. “I need you to give me anything but this!” “I don’t know what to tell you, Satoru.” Geto frowns deeply. What else could he do? He was walking this path for the two of them and Satoru was going to complain?

“You’re never around anymore!” He growls in frustration, his arms flying out in frustration. Why can’t he see that not having him around is bleeding the life from his soul?

“How do you expect me to help support us once we graduate, Satoru?” He scowls, he thought that Satoru understood why he accepted this job on top of his internship for school.

“And how many times do I have to tell you that you don’t have to work so hard when I have more than enough to-” He starts to raise his voice more, edging on anger at this point but Geto finally snaps.

“Enough to what?” He steps forward, his voice bouncing off the apartment walls. “Enough to set us up for life while your family sneers down their fucking noses at us? Not only am I not born rich, they can’t stand that we’re together! Can’t give them a grandbaby when you have a gold digger pegging your ass, can you?.”

“I told you that I don’t care about what they think!” He screams, his eyes watering when Geto’s words hit deep in his heart. “I only want you! I want you home. I’m tired of missing you, of waiting to see you a couple times a month only to have you too exhausted to do anything but sleep. You’re running yourself ragged!”

Geto can’t help but bark a laugh in Satoru’s face.

“You’re so fucking clingy, Satoru! Get it through your thick fucking skull that this is only for a year or so. If I have to put in the work now and sacrifice other areas of my life then I will!”

Satoru flinches as if Geto had slapped him across the face. Something drops in his stomach hearing him say he’d sacrifice this relationship for the sake for getting ahead. That wasn’t something that he’d do to Geto ever.

“Then I’m done.” Satoru’s voice cracks, filled with sorrow as he chokes the words out, not wanting to, but needing them. “I’m. Done.”

“The fuck do you mean by that.” Geto scowls and glares at Satoru. He can’t be serious right now. “Stop with the fucking dramatics, Satoru. Now isn’t the-”

“I’m serious.” Geto watches as Satoru’s face starts shutting down, the emotion that was so present earlier starting to hide behind walls that he can see him constructing to keep the hurt from his heart. It reminds him of when they met in high school, how distant he was having to protect himself from the harsh expectations of his family.

“No, no.” He starts to panic, it wasn’t supposed to end up like this. “Satoru. We’ve talked about this! This is only temporary. I’m still yours-”

“And I’m not waiting for you.” He says simply, his voice as monotonous as Geto’s when this conversation has started. Funny how when it comes down to the damage control, Geto was the least composed of the two of them. “I’m not going to wait around for you to realize I’m not something to push aside and ignore for over a year and expect me to still be waiting for you.”

The image of Satoru turning away from him would forever be seared into his mind. The helplessness freezes him in place as Satoru disappears into the bedroom and quickly comes back out with his school bag, shoving an extra pair of clothing inside and zipping it shut before he flings it over his shoulder and heads to the door.

“We’re not done talking about this!” Geto pleads with him, the firmness in his voice wavering as Satoru doesn’t look up from where he’s putting on his shoes. “‘Toru-”

“Too bad.” He snaps and slams the front door behind him, shattering Geto’s heart into a thousand tiny fragments.

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Icymi 😈

𝕖𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕤𝕥; (n.) someone who only pretends to smile

𝕤𝕪𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕤… when geto and gojo grow apart, resulting in their break up, gojo finds friendship and belonging with you and when geto returns he decides he wants you for himself 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕠… 2.7k wc, college!au series, satosugu, geto x gojo x afab!reader, explicit content and language, includes themes of manipulation, jealousy, angst, spiteful behavior, etc. toxic friendships, emotionally constipated men, mentions of alcohol, exhibitionism, voyeurism, heavy petting 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣… reblogs and likes are appreciated 𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥… send me an ask (link) if you want to be tagged

𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕥𝕒𝕘 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕒𝕤𝕜 𝕓𝕠𝕩

Satoru waits until he hears the refrigerator close in the kitchen and footsteps approach the front door of the apartment before he leaves his room to get ready for class. He frowns to himself, sighing heavily as he goes to make a quick breakfast and pack his bag.

He shakes his protein in his shaker bottle and scrolls mindlessly through his notifications to distract his self loathing thoughts. There are plenty of notifications for matches on his phone… Maybe he could find someone new to take some of his restlessness out on?

Satoru is in the middle of messaging a girl back with a small, satisfied smirk when keys jingle in the door and Geto comes back in, stopping short when he takes in the app on Satoru’s screen.

“Forgot my laptop…” He mutters and disappears into the room they used to share, coming out a moment later with it propped in his arms.

Satoru bites the inside of his cheek, looking down at his phone without a response. Sometimes he really despises how much he still cares about Geto. When their relationship had blown up in their faces, he hadn’t pressed him to move out. It was hard enough to find an apartment in a college town and it was quite another thing to afford one alone.

After he had stormed out that night, he came back when he knew Geto would be at work, emptying his belongings from their room and moving into the sparse guest room that used to be his before they finally decided to give into the tension between them. He sighs at the memory, something deep and tucked away in his heart aching for something that could no longer be. He swallows around the lump in his throat, remembering how happy he was that Geto was away so he could cry in peace, not wanting anyone to see him like that, so weak.

He still cared for Geto and the last thing he wanted was for him to end up on the streets or living in his car. Satoru would have been fine, he has more than enough money to spare, but he’s not a total asshole.

In his own defense, when he had decided that he wouldn’t press the issue, Geto was barely around anyway. There had been weeks at a time that he’d go before seeing him between classes, his job and internship, and Satoru’s conflicting schedule. But now, with the internship done, his classes and work had returned to normal… but they hadn’t.

He was still having trouble adjusting, even after a couple weeks passing to get used to a different routine..

“Hey…” Geto clears his throat, shifting on his feet. “I meant to ask before leaving, but you weren’t up yet. Is everyone still meeting up for coffee?”

“Yeah, we’ll be there starting at 2.” Ah, the other compromise that Satoru had silently made. Having the same friend group since before they started dating complicated things on top of their living arrangement. It wasn’t fair to make them side one way or the other and deep down, Satoru was afraid that the rest of the group only tolerated him and would pick Geto when it came down to it… Well everyone except for (y/n). “Just stop by whenever you get out of class.”

“I should be there around 2:30…” Despite his nervous shifting, a small smile graces his lips and Satoru’s heart skips a beat, missing seeing happiness on his face. “I’m excited to see everyone again after so long.”

“Shoko hasn’t shut up about it.” Satoru snorts, and takes a swig of his shake. “And (y/n) is excited to finally meet you. Try not to be a total offstandish ass to her.”

“No promises, Gojo.” Geto finds his smirk growing as he playfully rolls his eyes, knowing that Satoru is fucking with him. He was always a gentleman to women, even if he wasn’t as personable as the man in front of him. Geto was shocked that the group still acknowledged he existed, thinking that Satoru would have been the obvious choice after their split. “I’ll see you later.”

He huffs out in acknowledgement, sagging when the front door finally closes behind Geto. He didn’t mind making room for Geto in his life again for Shoko, Mei Mei, or Nanamin, but having to share you?

His gut tightens in protective possessiveness. You were everything to him; his best friend. The title used to belong to Geto, but that’s no longer the case for obvious reasons. And it can’t belong to Shoko with how she ends up moderating the two men.

You had pulled him through his hardest days, seen him through the dark months when he was piecing himself back together, making bad decisions to compensate for the hole that was punched through his heart. He doesn’t know what he’d do without you.

You had barreled your way into his life only a few days after the breakup, approaching him in one of his classes to hand him a summary of the notes from the class he missed. When he had asked you why you’d gone out of your way so selflessly, you simply said that you noticed he didn’t seem himself and you thought he could use a friend.

He found that he loved that you were his, that you weren’t tainted by Geto and that he didn’t have to share you with him.

When he makes it to the cafe later that afternoon, he makes sure to take the space next to you on the leather couch. Leaning into whatever you were animatedly explaining to Shoko.

“I’m just saying that if we tie him up and throw him in the trunk, what will he do?” You reason, like what you’re saying is completely normal. “If he screams we can gag him.”

“I’m here for the vibe, but how about we just lie to him?” She snorts loudly and takes a puff off of her vape, blowing the smoke away from the group.

“Who exactly are we talking about?” Satoru buts his way into the conversation, curious and ready to aid and abet at a moment's notice.

“We’re planning something for Kento’s birthday in a few months.” You grin wildly, leaning closer to him so you can conspire with him, whispering as if Nanami’s scowling face will appear out of thin air. “It’s his 20th birthday! We have to party and force him to attend. And if we book him accommodations in a love hotel for shits and giggles, so be it. You can smell the man’s sexual frustration from a mile away.”

“I always loved charity work.” He snickers, all but offering his help with whatever you need. He stands and stretches his limber limbs, cracking his neck before he announces he’s going to use the restroom. Before he goes his gaze softens and he smiles at you. “Do you want me to grab you something on my way back? One of those cinnamon rolls you like?”

“Yes, please~” The soft smile you shoot his way has his heart racing for some unknown reason.

By the time he comes back carrying your plate, someone else is sitting next to you. He stops in his tracks, deflating slightly when he sees Geto, making himself at home, leaning into your personal space with that sly, flirty smirk Satoru knows so well. And it feels like a stab through his heart when he sees you laughing at whatever he told you.

Three things crash through Satoru at once as he starts to pale. First, he realizes, watching your smile light up your face and have it not directed at him, that he likes you. Second, the hot churning sensation in his stomach was jealousy, something he hasn’t experienced in years. Lastly, to his shock, the jealousy isn’t just directed at Geto, but at you.

You have his attention, his smile, even his touch as Satoru watches him lay his hand on your thigh, thumbing the surface of your skin under the hem of your shorts.

Why hadn’t he asked you out before this? He asks himself as something punches him in the gut and hollows open his insides.

“‘Toru!” He blinks rapidly, clearing his mind with a shake of his head, as he sees you making aggressively cute grabby hands towards the plate he was holding with the cinnamon roll on it. An excited noise leaves your throat as you take it and bite a huge chunk out of it. “Thank you, bestie.”

“No problem, you fucking gremlin.” He rubs your head affectionately, smirking as Geto’s eye twitches at the familiar touch. “You getting along with Mr. Tightass over here?”

He kicks your leg, making you shuffle over and push Geto down the couch so he could settle on your other side, wanting to sit next to you more than before.

“Of course she is,” Geto scoffs at him before leaning back against the arm of the couch with the sly smile returning. “I’m a pleasure to be around.”

“He’s going to bring me over to that book store with the bar in it after this.” Satoru can see you teeming with excitement despite the shy look plastered on your face, complete with a light flush on your cheeks as you look back and meet Geto’s eyes.

“Oh?” Satoru’s voice is falsely curious with just a hint of the teasing he normally levels at you, like he isn’t having the rug pulled out from under him. “Hot date?”

“N-No-” You stammer in embarrassment at the exact same Geto chuckles, pulling your attention back to him.

“Damn. I thought I was pretty obvious about it.” He grins, reaching out to gently thumb your cheek, sending your heart rate through the roof. “Sweetheart you already said yes, don’t break my heart.”

“I.. Y-you’re sure?” Satoru hates how his insides churn as he watches you fully face Geto, saying yes to the man less than fifteen minutes after meeting him. “I could be crazy, you know.”

“Oh I know you are if you’re friends with that-” He nods behind you with a knowing smirk, seeing Satoru’s murderous glare on him. Really could he be more obvious? “Good thing I don’t mind crazy, baby.”

“Wow. Shafted and ditched bestie.” Satoru whines and acts annoyed so you don’t see that you’re ripping his soul in half. “What about me?”

You playfully smack his arm with a little grin, like he’s just fucking with you. You think that he can be such a needy baby sometimes, but he just had such a big heart you couldn’t help but want to be his friend.

“Don’t you have a million matches to respond to?” Geto hums like he isn’t letting you know that you have hundreds of other girls to compete with, all with the sharp edge of disapproval out of his own selfishness over Satoru.

“Shit, yeah I forgot I need to go tell them to fuck off.” Satoru tries for a tone that’s silky sweat but it comes out just a bit too snippy. “Guess I’ll see you tomorrow, gremlin. You still have those notes for me from the class I missed?”

“Of course I do, you degenerate. No way you’d graduate in the Spring without them.” You tease, hiding a sad look that he’s already packing his bag up to head out.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

Satoru wandered aimlessly for the evening, eventually too bored of the campus’s study rooms to stand it anymore. The sun was setting, casting golden yellow rays of light through the budding leaves as he walked across the campus quad, heading to his favorite hole bar in the wall where he could drink in peace without being bothered.

He hadn’t been here since right after the breakup, so the staff looked confused to see him back, but promptly kept his drink full in his hands without having to ask. The last thing he wanted was to go home and have Geto try to talk to him about what happened, but they had to close eventually and he could tell they were itching for him to pack up so they could lock up.

He didn’t even want to wake up in the morning and have to hear the same exact story that Geto told him, but this time from your pretty pink lips while you smiled with that shy excitement that only came out when you liked someone. In all the time he’d known you, while you were a chaotic little shit, you didn’t have a malicious bone in your body, you just weren’t capable.

He kicks a pebble down the sidewalk with a sour taste in his mouth. He shouldn’t be upset with you, he just wants the attention you’re getting and also desperately wants to give you that attention too.

He knew how charming Geto could be, how calculating he was when he decided he wanted to do something. He just hoped that he wouldn’t hurt you like he did to Satoru. He’d finally find it in him to truly hate him if Geto ever caused you to question your worth like Satoru had.

This all made him so fucking sick. And he saw that look in Geto’s eyes, he knew how Satoru felt about you. It was hard not to scream in frustration. He wanted to push him and see what his intentions were with you.

He sighs when he’s met with the sight of his front door, putting his keys in the lock and slipping inside. He stares blankly at the shoes in the entryway, his heart beating in a sick rhythm when he sees your boots laying neatly next to Geto’s hightops.

But it's so late… His brain refuses to connect the dots until a masculine groan he’s all too familiar with sounds further inside.

“Fuck-” A breathy moan slides down the hall and into his ears as he edges his way to the living room only to be greeted to the sight of the two of you together on their couch.

His eyes widen at the sight of you straddling Geto’s lap half naked, your shirt thrown carelessly across the area rug with Geto’s. His gaze catches every torturous detail in high definition.

Geto’s hand fists into the hair at the nape of your neck, jerking your face into place as he lips devour yours, his tongue tangling with yours, easily dominating you and pulling a defeated whimper from your throat. Satoru’s eyes dip to Geto’s free hand that’s shoved its way under your bra, greedily groping the mass of flush, paying special attention to your nipples.

The attention has you hazy, your eyes cloudy and unfocused when Satoru watches your face break away from Geto’s falling back with a loud moan. Geto surges forward and takes advantage of your new position to attack your neck, sucking stark marks onto the column of your throat so dark you wouldn’t be able to go out without hiding them.

It’s easy to imagine that it's him doing this to you, that you had chosen him instead. But when you shove your hand needily into Geto’s pants, stroking his cock in such a delicious rhythm you have him bucking into your touch, his hands leaving you to start pushing down your leggings in a rushed manner, Satoru loses it. It should be him doing that.

“Thought we said no fucking in the common rooms?” He snaps meanly, loving how you jolt and push Geto away in a panic, hastily wrapping your arms around your front to cover yourself up as a crimson blush radiates all the way down your chest. “Make sure to use protection, Geto will try to convince you he doesn’t need it.”

Satoru growls and turns on his heels, slamming his door harshly when Geto’s only response was a smirk and satisfied, taunting sparkle in his eyes.

He seethes as he throws his bag to the ground, jealousy rampant that you were free to be loved by him and resentment burning that Geto may have ruined his new hope for happiness.

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kentosovertime · 1 month

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hello! can i be added to the taglist of eccedentesdiast? thank you :) 🌷

aye aye, captain *salutes*

let me know if you end up wanting to be on the general tag list

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