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todayisawthewhxlewxrld · 1 month

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I WANT A HEART TATTOO!

I'LL NEVER GET IT REMOVED!

synopsis// suguru gives you your first tattoo.

➚ pairing// tattoo artist!suguru geto x gn!reader

➚ word count// 2k

contents// friends to lovers, tattooed and pierced geto, reader is a chicken, mentions of drinking, maybe like the ittiest bittiest type of suggestive toward the end...? slightly teasing/cocky geto?

notes// this is kinda cringe but i am cringe and free. also this was inspired by heart tattoo by joyce manor (dont play with me rn.) hoping this will help hold yall off till i can finish the smau...

Geto meticulously cleans up his tattoo station, occasionally stopping to take a swig of the beer you so kindly brought him.

“You’re quiet.”

You hum as you take a sip of your own beer.

He stops and turns around to face you, his eyebrow raised. “Why?”

“I like watching you clean.”

Geto laughs. Not just a small one either, but the kind that makes his nose crinkle and his cheeks bunch to the point his eyes are forced closed. You ignore the butterflies in your stomach, blaming it on the alcohol (even if this is only your first beer and definitely not enough to have any sort of effect on you, but you digress).

“What’s so interesting about watching me clean anyway?”

You huff, ignoring the increasing heat on your face. “I don’t know... Just shut up and finish cleaning, Suguru. I wanna leave.”

He smiles and turns back around, continuing to clean. “I told you you could go home.”

“And leave you to fend for yourself?”

“I’m a grown man.”

“Whatever… Besides, I can’t drink all these beers by myself.”

Geto doesn’t say anything, but his shoulders shake slightly with a small, silent laugh, and you can’t help but smile to yourself. You love his little quirks. You always have.

maybe a little too much.

Meanwhile, he picks up his tattoo machine and stares at it. There’s nothing particularly interesting about it; it’s just plain black, freshly wrapped in some black medical tape.

“Hey Y/N?”

“Something wrong?”

He shakes his head and turns to face you again, tattoo machine still in hand. “You still don’t have any tattoos, huh?”

“Um, no,” you respond sheepishly. “I’m not like scared or anything-“

“I wasn’t gonna say that.”

“Oh. then what were you gonna say?”

“Can I give you a tattoo?”

You blink at him. It’s not like you don’t trust him. You trust Geto with your life. You trust him more than anyone or anything in the world. Shit, you might trust him even more than you trust yourself. It’s just…

Geto impatiently groans at your lack of answer. “Oh, cmon, you literally promised me when we were younger that you would let me tattoo you!”

“That was when we were like twelve!” you scoff, in disbelief he’d throw something as old as that in your face… Maybe he’s been hanging around Gojo too much.

“Give me one good reason why you won’t let me tattoo you.”

You frown as you look away, and right away you can hear his footsteps as he places himself in your line of vision again. raising his eyebrows as if to ask, “well?”

You mumble something under your breath that he doesn’t quite catch. “Y/N, you know I can’t hear you when you do that.”

“I actually am scared!” you finally say loud enough for him to hear, and it comes out more like a single word than a full sentence.

Geto can't help but giggle, quickly slapping his hand over his mouth, but not even that helps.

“Suguru, this isn't funny; I'm being vulnerable here!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he says through stifled laughter before finally calming down enough to clear his throat. “You're right, it isn’t funny,“ he pauses for a moment. ”Wanna know something?”

“What?”

“Getting tattooed scares me too.”

“Liar,” you scoff. “You're covered in them.”

Geto shrugs. “Doesn’t mean it’s not unnerving each time.”

“I just don’t want it to hurt,” you explain with a slight pout.

“It’s a needle going in and out of your skin, Y/N.”

“Exactly!”

“Fine,” Suguru says with a sigh, and you think that's it; he's done, but not even a few seconds later does he speak up again: “What if I said I'll be gentle?”

“Haha.” Your brain immediately short circuits, and the butterflies in your stomach are something you can't blame on the alcohol this time. “Huh.”

Geto laughs softly. “With your tattoo?”

You nod blankly, your brain still not working properly and not yet actually computing what he’s still asking you.

“Yes?” he confirms excitedly.

“Yeah…” Finally, it hits you. “Wait, no! I mean, no. and not to mention you’ve been drinking?”

“Like two sips, Y/N,” he says with a slight pout and roll of his eyes. “You know better than anyone; it takes a lot more than that to get me drunk.”

“Okay, well, what about me? Isn't it bad to get tattoed when you’ve been drinking?”

“Oh my god, just say yes or no. You know I won’t be mad if you decide not to.”

You stare deep into Geto’s eyes, and he’s not lying; he won't be mad. disappointed, sure, but not mad. never mad, never when it comes to you. And right then and there, your conviction crumbles into a million tiny pieces, just dust in the wind.

“…fine”

“fine?”

“You can tattoo me. But!" you exclaim, pointing a finger at him as if lecturing him, “it has to be small! and somewhere where it doesn’t hurt.”

“Okay, I can't guarantee that last part, and you know that,” he says blankly.

You sigh in defeat. “Yeah, I know.”

Geto smiles at you softly and coos, “But I will try,” as he gently caresses your cheek before breaking away and turning around to pull back out the stuff he needs.

You stand there wide-eyed, and your jaw dropped. Geto is affectionate, sure, but he’s never been that affectionate. He couldn’t feel the same way, could he? You shake your head, denying that thought, even despite how hot you feel.

He just did that to comfort you.

That’s all.

He was just trying to be reassuring.

That's it.

At least that's what your brain is trying to say, but your heart is saying another with the way it violently beats against your rib cage.

The minute he turns around, you compose yourself, shutting your mouth and hoping to god he doesn’t notice your chest heaving almost uncontrollably.

Geto pats his tattoo chair. “Sit.”

You hesitate, standing there like a deer in headlights.

Geto clicks his tongue dramatically before grabbing your hand and leading you to his chair, mumbling a reassuring, “Trust me.”

You frown, placidly letting him drag you around like a rag doll. “I do trust you.”

“Then sit.”

And when he says it like that, how can you say no? When he’s staring at you so intently that it’s almost as if he can see right through you, how do you say no? You cant. So you don't. The only thing you can do is—petulantly—plop down into his tattoo chair.

“Sit right and lay your arm on the armrest.”

“No, do it like this.” By ‘this’ you mean with you hunched over and your arm resting on your leg rather than the armrest like Geto is telling you to.

He sighs deeply. "Y/N, your arm resting on your leg is not stable enough. like at all.”

“Do it like this or not at all.”

“Fine.” He raises an eyebrow at you in mild disapproval and says, "But if it comes out bad, it’s not my fault.”

You roll your eyes, unamused. Geto would never let anything he puts on your body come out even remotely bad. “Whatever.”

“Why like this anyway?”

“Because it’s comfortable..?”

Not really.

Like at all.

Actually, this is extremely uncomfortable, and you're sure your back will hate you later, but this gives you the best view of Geto, and that's all you care about.

“Okay, fine,” he says, not bothering to put up much more of a fight before getting in position. “Ready?”

“Yeah…” Not even a second later, you blurt out, “Wait!”

Geto’s head shoots up, his concerned eyes scanning your face intently. “What? What is it?”

You don't say a word; instead, you grab onto his shoulder with your free hand, prepared to claw into it if and when need be.

“Is that why you’re sitting like this?” He asks, a smug smile creeping onto his face as it finally hits him. “You just wanted to hold onto me?”

You nod sheepishly.

Geto smiles. “Are you ready now, then?”

You nod again.

but that's not good enough for him. He wants a real reply. “For real this time?”

“For real this time.”

Geto doesn't miss a beat, and you close your eyes as your face scrunches up in anticipation, your nails already sinking into his shoulder. But the minute the tattoo machine actually meets your skin, you peek one eye open because all you really feel is some vibration and the tiniest of scratches. It doesn’t hurt that bad at all, actually; it’s more than tolerable, and with that, your hand relaxes against his shoulder, still resting on it but no longer gripping him like he’s the only thing tying you to this earth.

It’s not long after that the feeling fades into the background of your mind, like a blur. Being tattooed isn’t even a thought in your brain at all right now. Geto could be tattooing a dick on your arm right now, and you wouldn’t even know because the only thing you can focus on is him.

The only thing you can ever focus on is him, if you’re being honest.

But right now, something is different. Seeing him in his element makes your knees go weak, and you’re grateful for the fact that you’re sitting. and suddenly you don’t know why you’ve never let him tattoo you sooner. You’d let him tattoo you a thousand more times if it meant you got to see him like this. He somehow makes the way he focuses look like art—from the way his brows are knitted together in concentration to the way he absentmindedly bites and fiddles with his lip piercings—it’s all art; he makes it look too beautiful. like he’s more modeling and pretending to focus than actually doing it. You involuntarily let out a deep, longing sigh, your eyes fluttering close in the process.

Geto’s gaze flits up to your face. “You're not about to pass out on me, right?”

You open your eyes and meet his gaze with a small, content smile on your face. “No, I'm fine, Suguru.”

“I mean, if you were, that would be fine too, because I'm done,” he replies, turning off his tattoo machine and moving away from you.

“Already?!” you ask, slightly shocked. It didn't feel like it had been that long.

“Yeah,” he says plainly as he stands up and starts quickly cleaning up his workstation once more. "Don't know what you were so scared of, dork.”

You open your mouth, ready to say something sarcastic or explain yourself, but before the words can even leave your mouth, before you can even think of them, Geto is turning back around to face you and cupping your chin in between his index finger and thumb.

Geto leans down at the same time he tilts your head up and places a chaste kiss on the corner of your (still open) mouth, cooing, “You took it so well.”

All you can do is laugh nervously. “What?” You're still giggling; you don't think you could do much else at this point. “What was that- Why did you just-“

Geto starts laughing along with you, except it’s not a defense mechanism for him; he’s just finding this all too amusing. “You didn't think I gave you a heart for no reason, did you?”

You quickly look down at your arm, the action ripping your chin out of Geto’s hold. “You gave me a heart,” you say absentmindedly, and it sounds more like a question than an actual statement.

“Are you just now noticing?” he asks, returning his hand to your chin and gently guiding you to look up at him again. “I thought you were watching the whole time.”

You swallow sharply, becoming acutely aware of how close his face is to yours again. “I was watching something the whole time, but it was not the actual tattoo.”

“Oh? and what was so much more interesting?”

“Mind your business-“

Geto barely even lets you finish your snarky remark before leaning in and kissing you again. except this time for real. except this time you kiss back.

and suddenly tattoos don’t seem so bad anymore, so long as they all end like this.

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loafgeto · 5 months

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KINKMAS DAY ONE: ROLEPLAYING WITH SUGURU

synopsis | you and your boyfriend, suguru, were bored and looking for something fun to do— and then, he suggests you two to roleplay as a mistress and butler. where could that possibly lead to?

contents | no curses au, fem!reader, she/her pronouns, explicit language, established relationship. mentions of porn, cosplaying(??), foreplay, cunninglus, dirty talk, pet names (heavy use of miss & mistress), semi??praising, breast/nipple play, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, orgasms, squirting (multiple times). NOT proofread - nsfw under the cut. (i also included some mahito slander 🫡)

word count | 5.4k

notes | i was imagining this so much with geto LOL so i just had to 😕🤞

tags | @aydene @suguruday @biscuitsngravie @homeslices @tiredkitten @get0sfav @erensflies @bleachisfood (if you want to be tagged, just let me know!)

“suguru, i’m bored,” you sigh, troubled from the fact that there’s absolutely nothing to do on this normal saturday night. you and your boyfriend have already done everything you both could think of— cooking together, watching a movie, playing games, making out, and eating all of the snacks in the pantry. but those activities are basically always done on a regular daily basis. so you’re determined to fine something exciting, entertaining, and new to do.

“well, i don’t know what we should do,” suguru replies with a short groan, gently tapping your ass with his hand as you stood from the couch you both sat on. you give your boyfriend a glance before walking towards the bookcase that stored every book, board game, puzzles, and other activities you owned. “how about we play this board game? satoru brought it over and we never got to play it,” you inquire, directing suguru’s attention to the box in your hand.

“what? no, i already played it. it’s boring, babe, trust me,” suguru replies, brows furrowing as he lays his body on the couch, propping his head up with his arm. you groan, gently shoving the board game back into the space you found it in. “well, we’re fucking damned for tonight then. how about we just go to sleep?” you suggest, turning to him with your hands on your hips.

“it’s only 6:34 though,” suguru replies, glancing at the clock before drawing his attention back to you. he thinks for a moment, eyeing your figure up and down before some idea popped in his head. suguru’s brows lift as he pulls his body up and leans forward in his sitting position. “i think i have an idea.”

“an idea?” your expression seems to brighten as you’ve become curious on what suguru was possibly going to suggest.

“yeah,” suguru nods, a faint smile forming on his lips. “how about we role play?”

you give him a long stare, indicating if he was serious. your mouth almost opens out of astonishment to his suggestion, but you keep a firm expression before crossing your arms. “like role play like when we were eight? you want to play house or something?” you raise a brow, and suguru only chuckles.

“no! i mean-“ suguru pauses before standing up and walking over to you. “well, i’ve been wondering about something lately. y’know- how in some porn videos, they’d have those weird ass plots or they’d role play?” suguru tilts his head, his smile still distinct on his lips.

“oh, that’s the role play you’re meaning,” you swallow, returning a small smile that only expressed a slight embarrassment, but you’re quite intrigued, never expecting suguru to establish such idea. “okay so, how are we going to do that?”

“hmm,” suguru hums, stepping closer to you and placing both of his hands behind of your hips. he gently caresses your lower back, pulling you close to him as he ponders on how to make this role play work. “how about… a butler and a mistress? you can be like the head of a wealthy family or something and i can be your butler— we have a secret romantic relationship and you know, we can do whatever we want from there. how does that sound?”

“okay, let’s do it,” you nod, giving your boyfriend a wide grin. one thing suguru loves about you is how open you are to his propositions and ideas without fierce judgement. he had no clue how the thought about role playing developed at that moment, and the words just slipped out of his mouth before he even realized it. but if you aren’t denying it, then suguru isn’t complaining.

“heh. so, i guess i’ll starting calling you miss, then. or mistress? i’m at your service,” suguru raises a brow with a chuckle, a small smirk poking the end of his lips as one hand reaches for yours. he gently holds your hand, lifting it to his lips and presses several kisses against your knuckles. rolling your eyes, you giggle softly and respond, “well then, suguru. shouldn’t you be doing butler things?”

“i am.. like taking care of you,” suguru whispers, directly keeping his gaze on you. gulping lightly, you give your boyfriend an awkward smile— he’s completely in character, and you have to step up your act too. but as you were about to reply, a heavy knock on the front door interrupted and seized the attention from the two of you.

exchanging quick glances, you both hear a faint and familiar voice calling out, “suguruuuu!” your friend satoru huffs, and suguru pulls away from you, groaning loudly. you chortle, shortly following after him to the door.

“what do you want?” suguru questions after he unlocks and opens the door. satoru was standing on the other side with a wide smile, teeth nearly blinding your sight. “i’m here for my board game! you guys weren’t busy or anything, right?” he replies, before suguru steps aside to allow him inside.

“uh..” suguru gives you a glance, but you shake your head. satoru doesn’t seem to pay attention to the situation and immediately saunters towards the shelf in the living room. you and suguru trail after the white haired male, watching as he grabs his board game and holds it up. “let’s play this, now that i’m here,” satoru grins, like there wasn’t a choice to reject.

so unfortunately, this night where you and suguru would try out role playing automatically fails and doesn’t occur since satoru ended up staying over. and for some odd reason, satoru’s board game was making you and your boyfriend invested, even though suguru claimed it was boring. therefore, you both eventually forgot about the idea of role play and moved along with your days.

but now, it just so happens to be the next monday night. you often return home before suguru, but since you worked under a large corporation, the workload was intense and exasperating— often leading you to work overtime. before you’re allowed to go home for today, there were stacks of paperwork you had to overview, sign, and then submit. it was agonizing, due to the fact that the original employee assigned to the duty was absent from work. therefore, your manager appointed you to complete it instead.

why did you say yes? well, because you’re not necessarily an irresponsible worker, and if these papers weren’t submitted by next morning— you and your team could possibly face consequences and complications, which your organization would not appreciate and want to issue. you’d definitely go home later and complain heavily to suguru.

you groan and slump over your desk, desperately wanting to tear the remaining papers you needed to complete. you just wished some angel could appear and magically finish it for you, it’d be wonderful. it was currently 9:13pm, and you were only halfway through the stacks, and shifts ended nearly three to four hours ago.

“fuck that mahito, i hope he gets fired,” you mumbled, lifting your body up and focusing back on the remaining sheets. you grit your teeth, knowing that blue haired imbecile would get a lecture from your boss but wouldn’t necessarily get fired because of the ‘good and diligent’ worker he is. plus, his lame excuses always seem to shoot like an arrow into your manager’s brain, making it all believable. “when i see him again, i’m going to—“

your office door swings open, causing you to jump in place and dart your eyes towards the figure standing there, completely oblivious to your surprised reaction. “[name]! are you still working on those papers?” one of your team members, yu haibara, questions with a smile.

“oh, i am,” you reply with a short nod, watching as he enters the office. “why? and what are you doing here? i thought you left hours ago.”

“ah, well..” yu chuckles awkwardly as he rubs his back of his nape. “my wife and i got into a little argument and i decided to cool off here. i already feel bad but she’s stubborn, so she might still be upset at me. do you mind if i finish the rest of the papers?”

“i don’t mind at all!” you reply, realizing it slipped out quickly but of course, you wanted to get out of there. and yu’s offer to complete the rest just made you even happier than ever.

“oh! that’s great, it must be tiring. you can go home now and i’ll make sure all of it is complete by tomorrow. i’ll let you know also,” yu says, maintaining his grin as you stood up from your chair. “wonderful, that sounds good,” you reply and gather your things, nearly in tears of gratefulness for him.

“say hi to geto for me too!” yu adds once you step out of the office. you give him a thumbs up, indicating that you’d regard his greeting to suguru. and with that, you left and was finally able to return home.

you fish out your phone and text suguru that you were on the way back home, including the mention of grabbing something to eat so he didn’t have to cook anything for you. besides, it was late and he must be worn out himself. but not even a minute later, suguru responds.

sugu <3: i’ve been cooking already. get your ass home ;(

chuckling at his reply, you return a quick message before returning your phone back into a pocket. the remainder of the way home felt long and exhausting. the train wasn’t as crowded, but you paid no mind to anyone nearly invading your space. everyone’s tired and just wants to go home. and eventually, you safely arrive in your neighborhood and tread wearily towards the front door of your house.

grabbing your keys and unlocking the door, you push the door open and step inside. “suguru, i’m home,” you call out, eyes lowered to the floor as you slip off your stilettos and shut the door behind you. there wasn’t a response back as you whiffed a fragrant scent of your favorite dish from the kitchen. you smile, becoming excited as you knew suguru had whipped up your favorite food, knowing you had a terrible day at work and was trying to make you feel better.

suguru pokes his head from the entrance of the kitchen, eyes following your figure walking towards him. “welcome home, miss,” suguru greets with a polite grin. the name nearly confuses you at first, causing you to raise a brow before you take a long glance at his appearance.

your boyfriend was dressed etiquettely, in a delicate suit, like a butler. you blink several times, wondering why he was dressed in such formal attire— but it finally clicks in your low energized brain. suguru was instigating the role play you two didn’t get to experience those couple nights ago. well, since he’s already in character, might as well join along with him. now, the night was becoming thrilling, making you anticipate on what’s going to occur next.

clearing your throat, you return a short, enervating but mannerly smile before slipping off your blazer and handing it suguru. he accepts your gesture, taking the blazer and folding it before hanging it over his forearm. “i have prepared a meal for you, my mistress. is there anything else you’d like me to do for you?” suguru adds, placing the garment on a rack and following after you into the kitchen.

“hmm..” you hum softly, observing the neat placement of the dishes on the table and nodding. “yeah. i’d like you to brew me some chamomile tea, please,” you request, sitting down on the dining chair after suguru pushes it out for you. he nods, pressing a hand gently against your back before leaning to the side of your ear.

“understood. please let me know if you need anything else, my mistress,” suguru whispers softly, breath nearly tickling your ear. you almost giggled, but you refrained yourself by returning another smile, watching as he walks away to the kettle and turns it on.

initially, you start to eat the meal suguru had prepared for you. it was delicious, to the point you’d squeal like a gleeful child. meanwhile, suguru was brewing your requested tea, presenting flair movements as if he’d been a butler for a long time. you observe him, embedding the image of your boyfriend dressed as a handsome butler into your head. the pure white gloves around suguru’s hands were in no position to be stained from his dainty gestures, and it made your heart throb, seeing how appealing he looked.

“here is your tea, miss,” suguru speaks, instantly snapping your attention away from the indecent images wiring in your head. you respond with a regular thank you, lifting the cup in your hands and taking a long sip. “now, would you like to talk to me about your day? you appear to be quite troubled. i’d like to help you relieve your stress in any sort of way,” he adds, implying with sultry tone like a strategy— trying to seduce you. and it’s certainly working.

“please, give me a massage,” you reply before huffing, remembering your exhausting situation from earlier because of your co-worker. suguru smiles, now standing behind of you with his large hands positioned on your tense shoulders. “mahito didn’t come to work today, and he was assigned to finish these important documents that need to be completed and submitted by tomorrow. so my manager assigned me to the task, i can’t believe i said yes. but we’d be fucked over since no one else was offering.”

“hm.. sounds quite troubling miss, but you do your very best to make sure there’d be no issues within your organization. that’s very respectable and responsible of you. and besides, i’m sure you’d mostly get the credit for it,” suguru replies, gently nudging his fingertips into your shoulder muscles, releasing the stiffness and allowing you to relax. you just remembered yu’s request, but you didn’t know how to implement the topic into the current conversation, since you’re role playing— it’s most likely the character suguru’s portraying wouldn’t know who yu is.

“i hope i do,” you respond with a long sigh, your body loosening up the strained muscles from suguru’s soothing massage. “but i don’t have to worry about it anymore, yu came by and decided to finish the rest for me. so now i can relax just like this.”

“that’s good,” suguru replies with a faint grin, circling his thumb around your tight shoulder blades and pressing into the muscle. “relax a little more, miss. i got you.”

suguru’s soft voice purrs into your ear, honestly causing your muscles to become more tense and sensitive to his overwhelming touch. but, you’re able to control yourself in the current matter, soothing your back against the chair. “yeah, relax just like that. it’ll make your muscles calmer,” he adds, moving his hands towards the sides of your neck. he kneads his fingertips into the skin, feeling the strain in your neck muscles. “t-that feels good, ‘guru..” you reply quietly, eyes shutting as your mind occupies the feeling of his massage.

“yeah?” suguru grins, satisfied when seeing you relax comfortably. but having being with you for years now, he knows you’re still quite bothered with your work situation. troubling issues like that were never assuredly away from one’s mind at an instant, therefore suguru still has several ideas of how to make you feel better. “should i get a warm bath starting for you, miss?”

“mhm.. that’d be nice,” you nod your head in a slow and relaxed manner. suguru figured you were done eating, so he allows you to walk to the room first while he cleans up the kitchen and store the leftovers. out of character, suguru was beginning to like this role play experience. he’d never thought about trying it before, but maybe it’ll start becoming an act that you two would use from time to time. suguru’s thoughts lead him to ponder about what kind of role play you’d both enact next. maybe friends with benefits? or something more explicit or vulgar?

suguru decides to discuss it with you later and finishes cleaning up in the kitchen. he dries his wet hands with a towel before slipping back on his white gloves. he heads over to the room where you were in, walking in and detecting you in the bathroom.

“you already got the bath started?” suguru tilts his head, entering the bathroom and watches as you shut off the tub’s faucet once the water has filled to a decent amount. “wanted to get some things off your shoulders, since you’ve been helping me so much, suguru,” you reply with a smile, exiting the room shortly after.

“ah, miss. but it is my job to take care of the small necessities for you, since you’re already working very hard—“ suguru begins as his gaze follows you out and he trails after. you turn around, waiting for him to approach closer to you before gently tugging the sleeve of his blazer, “well.. if you’re so persistent on doing that.. then, you can help me undress.”

there’s a short moment of silence, as a grin appears on suguru’s lips. “as you wish,” he replies with a nod and notices your flustered expression you’re desperately trying to cover behind a stoic face. a chuckle almost escapes past his lips as he’s acknowledging the way you’re presenting your character. this was more entertaining than he figured.

suguru starts by removing your top, disconnecting all of the buttons of your white dress shirt and sliding it out from your arms before tossing it to the side. his eyes lower down at your breasts squeezed underneath your expensive laced bra, and all he needed to do was remove the rest of your garments. and suguru’s seen you naked countless of times, but at this moment, you’re becoming timid from his eyes inspecting you like it’s your first time showing yourself completely bare to him. it felt odd, but arousing.

“you should sit down. your legs and feet must be tired,” suguru suggests, guiding you to sit by the edge of the bed. he kneels ahead of you once you’re situated down, and flicks his eyes beneath his lashes up, ogling your face. “hmm.. you feel tense here too,” suguru comments next once his hands slowly began trailing up your thighs and underneath your mini skirt.

“t-then you should do something about it, suguru,” you reply sheepishly, feeling his fingers dip underneath the waistband of your leather mini skirt and dragging them down your legs. now you’re left in your nylon tights and bra. suguru pushes your thighs apart, aligning himself between them and gripping his hand underneath the fat while maintaining his gaze directly on you. “what else can i do to make you feel better, my mistress?” suguru asks in a low tone, fingertips softly kneading into the muscles of your thigh, getting a small whimper through your pretty lips.

why did it feel like it was your first time with suguru again? even after being together for so long, he’s still always able to make you flustered and hesitant like this. suguru never fails to impress you, and this is why you’re so deeply in love with him. “wanna feel.. more of your touch, ‘guru..” you reply with a short coo, hands pressing down against the soft mattress to prop you up.

"if that's what my mistress wants then.. i'll gladly give it to her," suguru whispers, discarding your tights down next and tossing them with the rest of the removed garments. his eyes steadily observe your figure up and down, admiring your appearance before returning his grip around your thighs. suguru starts pressing soft kisses against the skin of your inner thigh, adding wet licks and gentle nibbles once he has you moaning again.

suguru's mouth was inching closer to your pelvic area, sending you sensitive signals throughout your entire body and making you shiver. by now, your arousal was probably soaking through the material of your panties from his wet kisses and sensual touches on your thigh. it was already driving you mad, making you yearn for much more. but you know suguru, and he's a teaser. even in the sense of this role play experience, he's still going to mess around with you in some way because he likes it, he enjoys and takes pleasuring hearing you beg for him.

"oh? what's this?" suguru hums, removing his mouth away from your thigh and eyeing the drenched area discerned from the fabric of your panties. you swallow lightly, feeling the tip of his middle finger graze against the spot causing you to whimper quietly. "i'm guessing you want me to do something about this too, huh, miss?" he cocks a brow at you, and your only response was a quick nod.

suguru removes your panties with one finger, allowing it to dangle off from one of your legs and settles his face back in between your thighs, eyes staring intently at your glistening folds. "s-shit.." you mewl once suguru's wet tongue swirls over your clit and trails down your slit.

his tongue swirls sensually around your vulva, glazing the area with his saliva and melding with your arousal, slurping every ounce before stimulating your clit again. the entire feeling was pleasuring, having you roam your hand towards the back of his head and gripping the threads of his long black hair. suguru groans, voice vibrating against your pussy that just nearly gets to your climax.

suguru prods his tongue into your hole, nose lightly bumping against your clit that makes you moan louder and grip the sheets with your other hand. his tongue explores your insides, rolling over your folds and savoring the taste of your arousal. it’s excruciating, suguru and his tongue knowing how to make you feel this good. he was simply enjoying himself too, blood pumping to his dick and tightening his dress pants from each squelching sound and your moans heard in his ears.

“my mistress has such a pretty pussy, doesn’t she?” suguru smiles, latching his mouth on your sensitive clit. he kisses the bud before sucking it gently, removing the gloves on his hands and pushing two fingers into your cunt aching because of his tongue. “m-mhm… fuck- just like that, ‘guru,” you choke out, head falling back as his fingers slowly pump in and out of you, getting coated with your slickness.

“yeah? you like that, miss? you like how i’m fingering your pussy?” suguru smiles, drilling his fingers deeper into your hole, curling and rubbing against your sensitive g-spot. you’re unable to formulate proper words, and only moans and short whimpers could give the answer to his question. suguru was taking his sweet time with your cunt, lazily swirling his tongue against your clit until you’ve reached your orgasm.

“n-ngh, suguru- i’m gonna cum-“ you cry out, your fingers tightening around the grasp of suguru’s hair in your hand. suguru’s whirling his tongue faster against your clit, already sending you towards your next orgasm as his fingers dip further in, knuckles slapping against your wet folds. suguru can feel your gummy walls clench around his fingers, your voice crying and yearning just for him.

suguru’s mouth was greeted with the shower of your cum, and he nearly falters from the amount dripping down your thighs and soaking the sheets of the bed. you’re breathing heavily, back now pressed against the mattress as your body shivers from your orgasm. but suguru wasn’t done just yet.

“mistress..” suguru calls out as he stood, earning your attention. your eyes widen, mouth nearly gawking at the sight of suguru’s hardening fat cock leaking so much pre-cum. his hand wraps around his girth, while the other guides your thighs apart before lining his tip at your entrance.

“‘guru..” you groan, feeling suguru press his tip against your folds, slicking the pre-cum around your vulva before teasing your clit. you whine, slightly glaring at him but suguru only chuckles. “come on, miss. say you want it. say how bad you want my dick inside you,” suguru mumbles, poking your entrance, knowing it’d make you squirm.

“f-fuck, stop teasing me!” you whine, still glaring at him as he slightly pushes his tip in, not necessarily caring about your complaint to his provoking actions. he’d gently slap his cock on your pussy a few times, feeling your arousal soak onto him. and you both know he won’t put it in unless you say what he requested you to say. “sugu.. i-i want your cock in me, please. i want you to fuck me s’bad right now. pleaseplease, i—“

suguru interrupts your sentence as he instantly shoves his entire length into your pussy, making a loud gasp escape past your lips. “my mistress sounds cute when she begs,” suguru comments with a wide grin, rocking his hips slowly, nudging his cock within your deepest parts. your eyes roll back instantly, your walls fluttering to the size of his girth. you swore suguru got bigger.

“ngh- fuck.. i’m fucking my mistress’s pussy...” suguru pants. he groans heavily, lowering his body over yours, arms propped beside of your head as your legs maneuver around his waist. “feels s’good.. suguru.. mm- my butler’s cock is in so deep-“ you cry softly and his forehead presses against yours. despite this intimate situation that mostly involves role play, it almost feels entirely too real. maybe it’s because you and suguru are completely engaged, and this sort of scenario doesn’t necessarily occur on a regular basis.

however, imagining this as you and suguru’s first time while enacting as another person and having a different relationship status felt so erotic, tantalizing the both of you. and suguru’s noticing how much you’re relishing this idea with just the two of you, and it drives him to pound his cock into you. “suguruuu..” you mewl, chanting his name quietly over and over, as your arms snake around his neck to bring him closer.

his thrusts were becoming consistent, rough and fast— cock plunging into you like he’s never going to feel you again. you choke out several moans before your lips passionately presses against suguru’s as he’s fucking your hole. suguru groans into the kiss, feeling your pussy clench tight around his girth, almost making him orgasm. he takes an opportunity to unclip your bra and throw it aside, releasing your breasts bouncing after each one of his thrusts.

suguru gropes one of your tits with his large hand, massaging into the skin before pinching your hard nipple. he already knows that you’re the most delicate there when you’re in a vulnerable state like this, underneath him and pleading for more. yet, of course, it makes suguru’s dick throb each second. “s-suguru, please. touch me ‘nd fuck me more!“ you whine as his lips pulls away from yours.

and suguru could never reject such prurient request like that from you. he grinds his hips harsh into the skin of your ass, making his cock prod deeper into your slippery cunt and kiss your womb. you honestly didn’t know how many orgasms you had reached at that point, as another one was formulating from the way he’s scraping against your g-spot.

he swirls his tongue over your nipple, sucking the hard bud before gently biting down. your walls squeeze him, mouth releasing loud sobs and moans as your body becomes weak to the amount of pleasure his cock bestows. there’s a hard knot stirring in your belly as his tip desperately pokes into your baby room, like it’s begging to spill all of the cum inside. you hold him tightly, your words only being replaced by heavy cries that vibrate into suguru’s ears like music notes.

suguru feels his balls becoming heavy as they smack against your pussy— it’s arousing to hear the squelching sounds of your cunt and the light smack of your skins colliding into each other’s. lowering his face, he’s able to detect the sight where you both connected, where his cock spreads your pulsating walls, where your folds kiss around him.

“yesyesyes, shit- i’m gonna cum-“ you sob as you push a hand over your head to grip the sheets of the mattress.

it’s become so messy, so dirty in this room. there’s a mix of his pre-cum and your arousal layering the base of his cock, nearly streaming down to your ass and soaking the sheets.

“my mistress is so beautiful. so fuckin’ pretty and filthy just f’me,” suguru grunts, his thrusting pace quickening that the frame of your bed is ramming into the wall, mattress squeaking like it’s about to break because of how hard he’s fucking into you. “at this point, we might just have to get married, eh? you’d be missing my cock every second. and i’d want to make sure my mistress isn’t feeling too stressed every day.”

“yes- please, oh god,” you can only respond, squinting each warm droplet of tears out from your eyes. “please stay by my side forever, ‘guru! wanna be fucked by my butler’s cock e-everyday.. please!”

suguru’s thrusts become sloppy, powered by indecent and lecherous feelings, and he smirks at your words. he leans down, close by your ear and groans. “a-anything for my mistress,” he hisses quietly, his cock pulsating as he feels you cum again. but he doesn’t stop at all, wrecking your pussy that it’s causing you to tear up even more. “but since we’ll be married- i’ll get to call you my wife then, hm? or do you like mistress still?”

“y-your wife! please, i want to be called your wife..” you manage to slip out as his lips kiss your tears away from your burning cheeks.

“yeah?” suguru whispers, kissing your lips and pressing his tongue over the entrance of your mouth. “then- guess that means i’ll have to stuff my wife with my cum then. does she want that?”

“yes! yesyesyesyes,” you chant over and over, your pussy sucking him in as a reaction of his words. suguru smirks, but it stimulates him even further to his orgasm he suppressed this far.

and when suguru dumps his thick load, filling up your entire womb, you’d came another time all over him. it’s almost agonizing to sense, but your mind’s too stuffed with the feeling of his cum warming you up that you mostly didn’t care at all.

suguru breathes heavily, slipping his cock out and watches as your hole leaks several ounces of his cum. you’re both exhausted and drained, but thrilled. by now, the warm water of the bath you’re supposed to take a long time ago, was probably now cold but welcoming to clean off the stench of filth from the two of you.

he even just realized that he fucked you while almost entirely dressed in his butler attire. and now that you’re both finished, he finally feels the heat of the clothes around his body. suguru was quick to slip off his blazer and toss it somewhere before glancing back at you.

“baby,” suguru calls out to you softly, lowering his body over yours again. you’re still panting, arm covering your eyes and sniffling a couple times. you didn’t respond immediately as your body quivers slightly, but you give him a quick stare once he drags your arm away. “you okay?”

“‘m fine,” you reply, holding a grin to your lips.

“what did you think?”

“about?”

“the role play. do you think we should try it again?” suguru tilts his head, softly circling his thumb against your cheekbone. he was quite pleased to see you nod your head, agreeing to continue implementing this practice into your sexual life. “it’s fun. i think we should try more whenever we get the chance,” you reply, leaning up to peck his lips.

“how about we do husband and wife next? like we’re on our honeymoon. since you know you were-“ suguru smiles upon seeing how flustered you quickly became. and all you do is nod, interrupting him from finishing his sentence. he couldn’t honestly wait to try the play, imagining the scenario was already titillating him enough but he snaps the idea away.

suguru takes a brief look around the room, observing how clothes were sprawled across the floor, how some parts of the mattress was hanging by the edge of the bed frame, and how your bedroom walls were slightly scratched because of the headboard slamming harshly into it.

well, if you’d both have to rate role play, it’d definitely be a 10/10.

LOAFGETO. thank you for reading! please do not copy my work or publish in another media without my permission.

a/n: first day kinkmas DONE. bye i literally woke up at 11:45 and finished this and now it’s almost 1:45 so nearly TWO HOURS. you can tell i somewhat got bored by the end since i was just trying to finish this off😭😭 i definitely want to try roleplaying with suguru tho :P no part 2!!!!

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𝙎𝙏𝙄𝘾𝙆𝙔 𝙁𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎! ☆ ݁ ⋆

- You have an overwhelming crush on your stepbrother, Geto.

Pairings: Stepbrother!geto x Perverted fem!reader

Content warnings: : Smut, Stepcest, Age gap, Overstimulation, Fingering, Size Kink,

Stepbrother!Geto Whose subtle eye contact makes your knees tremble and your thighs clench together.

Stepbro!Geto, who was always acting completely oblivious to the looks you gave him, Nonetheless, every time you see him, you fantasize about him fucking your guts out.

Your favorite time of night was 9:25, when he was getting ready to leave for one of the extra night courses he had picked up. It means you'll finally be home alone.

At 10:09, you find yourself under the covers, one hand groping your tit as you reach another hand down to rub your clit. Thinking about Stepbro!Geto and his big, girthy, veiny cock ramming into your pussy with all he has tits bouncing from the intensity of his thrust

Your body trembles with pleasure as your fingers work on your clit whining and moaning, dreaming about taking his cock in and out of your tight cunt.

Thinking of Stepbro!Geto fucking you senseless as you claw at his back because his cock is just too big for you, but god, how badly do you want him to just go faster and wipe your precious tears away. his cock twitching with every thrust.

You push your fingers in, imagining your sopping cunt sucking him in farther with each thrust, feeling the veins of his cock against your wet folds, begging him to go deeper.

You’ve deluded yourself into believing that you’re only prepping yourself for his overwhelming cock.

You didn’t need much convincing, though; you were already too out of it. Your clit sticky and all puffy from cumming, just begging to be touched by him.

fantasizing about your walls clenching tightly around his throbbing cock. Feeling nothing but his tip messily stroking your walls.

The idea of being full of him aroused you more than anything. You add another finger with a choked sob, feeling the stretch. Your face twisted with ecstasy, your tits gleamed with sweat, and your eyes half-lidded.

You pull your fingers out, precum clinging to your fingers, before dipping your fingers back into your cunt with a whimper.

You just finished what seemed like your fourth orgasm, lubricating with the juices that leave your soaping pussy, allowing you to push your fingers farther and your eyes glossy with the tears as you desperately fucked yourself. Mouth agape lost in nothing but raw euphoria.

Work of: Paige, do not copy.

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Rich baby daddy pt. 2 (Sukuna x Reader)

i know i said this was gonna be 2 parts but i'm gonna make it 3, hopefully tmr ill be able to post the final part.

Summary: Things go downhill at the party, revealing secrets you would have never imagined

Warnings: unedited, slight reader x getou in the beginning

Getou had arrived in an all black limousine with tinted windows. It wasn't much of a shock to you considering Getou always went all out for his best friend. He stood outside of the limo, leaning against it and smirking when he saw your outfit. He was dressed in an all black tux, not buttoned up all the way which revealed a white button up shirt underneath, and black dress shoes to go with it.

Sure getou didn't see you as anything more then a friend, however he was still a man at the end of the day and couldn't block out those dirty thoughts he had of you.

The two of you had talked most of the way there and of course you and your best friend were already a little tipsy by the time the two of you arrived. After all there was a nice selection of alcohol in the limo.

You paid attention to the surroundings changing outside, you started in the city then slowly made your way to the suburbs. The houses looked beautiful, from two to the stories, and the giant yards, you could tell the neighborhood you were in was only meant for the successful people. It started to make you feel some type of way, and the liquor in your system wasn't helping at all.

"You really look amazing tonight, y/n" Getou says, giving you a lighthearted smile.

You smirk and raise an eyebrow at him, "Don't tell me youre catching feelings getou" you say jokingly, rolling your eyes.

Getou looks at you for a minute before chuckling, "of course not, after all youre Sukuna's girl and i'm not really in the mood to risk my life just for some pussy"

You roll your eyes again and cross your arms, "oh please just because i had his child doesn't make me his. I'm sure he's been sleeping with other women anyways, not that I care. And on top of that he was too busy to spend time with his family that's the reason why i left him."

"yeah i'm more then aware, you've told me story about 4 times now" Getou says, sipping his drink.

You huff and turn to look out the window. You notice how the houses are slowly fading away and now its mainly mountains. The driver turns down a narrow dirt road, following it up for about 2 minutes before the mansion comes in view.

It was huge and the exterior looked to bricks, all different shades of grey. The curtains inside the house were all pushed to the side, making it so everyone could see what was going on inside. This was the Richardson's manor.

After getting passed the gate, the driver pulls up to the front of the house where a few other cars and limos were parked. The driver parks the car and they get out, talking to one of the staff members.

Getou taps you, making you look over at him with a confused face. He smiles, pouring another shot of tequila for both you and him. Handing it to you he says, "for the road ahead"

This makes you smile. The two of you raise your glasses and clink them together before downing the shot. You shake your head in disgust as the liquor burns your throat. Your best friend on the other hand took his shot smoothly as per usual, making him laugh at you.

The driver comes around, opening the door for you and getou. Getou steps out first then offered you his hand. You take his hand and follow suit, looking up at the beautiful manor in front of you you cant help but stare in awe.

You kept your right arm linked with getou as you were greeted by the head butler, a tall man dressed in a black tailcoat with a white undershirt. He held a napkin around his arm and bowed to the two of you.

"You must be Suguru Getou, and this is..?" The butler questions, raising an eyebrow at you.

"I'm Y/n L/n. Head journalist for Gojo inc." You smile, extending your free hand to the butler. He looks shocked, almost immediately shaking your hand.

"Ah yes, Y/n! You've written the stories about the take down of Toji Fushiguro right?" He asks, actually seeming interesting.

You pull your hand away, "yup that's me!" you reply. Getou is standing there awkwardly before clearing his throat.

"it was nice meeting you ms. L/n. Please enjoy your night." The butler bows his head. Getou leads you through the large open doors, revealing the party inside There were many people from different companies and backgrounds as you expected.

Unnoticed to you, Sukuna was talking to a few business partners in the back near the bar when he seen you walk in. At first he was seriously irritated considering he had definetly told you Not to come. Sukuna had his own business to take care of tonight and he was certain he wouldn't be able to get it done with you here.

You had stuck to getou's arm almost the whole night and it was starting to come to an end. There wasn't much dirt you uncovered on anybody considering you were already tipsy when you got here and you were getting rounds of shots for you and your friend every 30 minutes it seemed.

It also seemed you were too drunk to notice your baby dad angrily sulking on a bar stool, holding his glass of vodka. Sukuna had managed to make some new business partners and also managed to get many looks from potential partner's wives making them iffy on working with him.

You had excused yourself from getou to go get a drink of water, while you were in the process of ordering your drink, suddenly there was shouting. You turn around to see a group of people with masks on entering the premises.

Your eyes widen as you notice the large guns in their hands. Shots are fired and before you can process anything you are tackled over and behind the bar.

You look up seeing your baby dad, his hand was on your shoulder as he pulled out a pistol. You were shocked to say the least. When you two were together you never would have imagined sukuna would wield a weapon. He's a business man not a mafia man, right?

Sukuna never talked to you about things like this but then again when you were together he wouldn't really mention work at all unless you pressed him about it. It's possible Sukuna wasn't the man he claimed to be.

You were extremely frightened, Sukuna seems to notice this looking down at you and smiling softly. "I told you not to come for a reason" He says quietly.

There was a lot of gunfire and shouting in the background, you were sure your eyes were about to pop out of your head. Grabbing onto Sukuna you start to let out a few tears.

"You were so vague about it how was i supposed to know people would be dying?!" you exclaim angrily.

Sukuna rubs your arm before pulling out his phone and quickly typing something. "were gonna be okay. I just need you to follow my lead." He says and you nod your head quickly.

Sukuna peaks around the bar to see what's going on, shooting his own gun a few times. You hear a few grunts and sukuna turns back to you. He quickly throws you over his shoulder before making a run for the back of the house.

The two of you are met by a black Cadillac and sukuna opens the back door before sliding the both of you in. Immediately the SUV pulls off.

You sit there in shock, even surprised to see Getou as the driver, "What the hell is going on?!" You finally exclaim, looking at Ryomen angrily.

Sukuna looks over at you and sighs, "I've been trying to keep you away from this, princess but obviously I can't anymore. You should get Yuji from your parents tomorrow and come stay with me for now."

He takes your hand in his, "There's a lot of explaining to do. I'm gonna take you back to my house for the night."

You not your head in agreement. That would be for the best and after the night you've had you definitely wanted some company.

tag list; @cassouandco @mrs--imperfect @maskedpacific @domainofmarie @thejujvtsupost @valleydoli

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daydreamvalley · 3 months

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Imagine being loved by him.

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thecoochiefairy · 8 days

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𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖔𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖊𝖋𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖞

━━ 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑝ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑦 .ᐟ getou + gojo.

warnings 𑄽𑄺 9.7K word count. sex in a church, priests getou + gojo, talks of religion; catholic/christianity. third person omniscient pov, black woman, vaginal penetration, rough sex, sweet sex, hair pulling, squirting,creaming, oral [f] [m], choking, masturbation, praising, LOTS of dirty talk, a lil degrading, condomless sex, kissing, spanking, aggressive + cocky getou + gojo, minors aren’t welcome!

song to play while listening; 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘 ; 𝑑𝑜𝑗𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑡

━━ 𝒄𝙤𝒐𝙘𝒉𝙞𝒆𝙛𝒂𝙞𝒓𝙮 𝙩𝒉𝙤𝒖𝙜𝒉𝙩𝒔 .ᐟ ; surprise ;) once again, dedicated to my life, my love, my soulmate @hellavile . a lil’ fun fact, i am a christian girlie. but…i just couldn’t help myself. enjoy.

SITTING THROUGH THIS ENTIRE SERVICE WASN’T ON HER TO-DO LIST. YET, SHE FELT STUCK IN HER SEAT. Her eyes trail along the crowded room, seeing heads are bowed as they intimately whisper to themselves, guiding their own sense of mind in devotion to them. Not necessarily them, but at least that’s how she perceived it.

She feels like she’s the only person that isn’t taking this time to pray. Shit, she might be. Instead her eyes stare directly to the stage of the cathedral, eyeing the two men who seem to lead this congregation. She had been here only a handful of times, seating herself in the back as she curiously listened to sermons, wondering if they’d even stick with her. They hadn’t. She wanted to understand why such powerful words wouldn’t berate her mind outside of this building. Maybe she truly wasn’t a believer. Or maybe she was just distracted…by them.

She eyes them one by one. The one standing to the left stares stoically into the crowd with his darkly hooded eyes, pale skin and onyx hair longer than she could imagine. It was elegantly tied into a low bun today, a tendril of it separating from the group with his every movement. He’s covered in an all black suit, her eyes noticing the ink that swims beneath the wrists of his blazer, crawling all the way to his neck, hiding beneath the material of his clothes. A pair of tiny silver balls sink into his right eyebrow, a piercing she wouldn’t assume to be on a man of his stature. His eyebrows are constantly furrowed when he looks around, an almost disdain to his face.

They were like night and day standing next to each other. On the right, his calm expression seems more welcoming. His eyebrows don’t furrow as he stares, icy blue eyes striking into her chest without his attempt. His hair is as light as angels wings. His body is clean of any marking or holes, frame captured in a matching black suit. They were complete opposites. Another thing she noticed, despite the innocent physical stature of this man, a mischievous glint sat in those captivating eyes. More mischievous than a tattooed and pierced-man could ever hold.

It constantly piqued her own curiosity on why anytime she came here that instead of listening to them speak, she just watched the way they moved. It was a confidence, a leadership that clearly brought people together. A dominance. She wondered if they were dominant in other parts of their life, too. As she brings herself out of her thoughts, she notices two pairs of eyes have taken attention of her, regardless of being all the way in the back. She brings her eyes back down to her notes.

Members begin to exit as they’re released from service, her eyes following the line of people that stand.

“All new members are welcomed to meet the Priest,” a voice announces from the side of the stage. Her attention pulls back to the podium they stand beside, shaking people’s hands, kissing babies, she could’ve rolled her eyes. They were like celebrities.

There were multiple opportunities for her to meet the leaders of the church, but to risk the embarrassment of admitting that she was instantly enthralled by them, she would quickly duck her head out minutes before everyone was released. But she knew in order to strengthen her relationship with god—the whole reason she was here—she needed to stop being a wuss.

Gathering the miniature Bible and her notebook, she keeps them in one hand as she picks her dress slightly off of the ground, standing as the last person in line. The line had now shortened as everyone was beginning to leave, her head turning back in hopes that she really wouldn’t be the last person. Her luck was also shit.

She takes a deep breath as she lifts her stiletto heel onto the stage, bringing her face to meet the two men she thought so much of. They were just as intimidating up close. They both stare intensely at her, starting from her heels, to the black long sleeve top she wears that clings to her full breast and small waist. A pair of wide hips and an elongated torso are camouflaged underneath her snug black skirt.

As she strides up to them, her equally onyx hair is in an updo, a pink butterfly keeping it clipped together. A thick piece is curled and flowing on the side of her face with every step she takes. They both take in her curvy figure, following all the way up to her heart shaped lips, star shaped diamond pierced within her face, nose ring shining in the light. She definitely wasn’t anyone they’d seen before.

Her almond shaped eyes sparkle at them as she places her hand out, “That was a great sermon, Father,” She lies.

A tattooed hand reaches out and takes hers within his larger palm as he replies, “I appreciate that. And your name is?”

“Solana,” she replies softly. Her eyes come down as she sees he hadn’t released her hand yet.

“Beautiful. It fits you,” he observes, she’s not sure it’s a compliment as he remains serious, “Are you a new member? You don’t look like a familiar face.”

“Uh…not necessarily a member as of yet. I’m just…scouting for a new church,” She corrects, still seeing he’s holding her hand, “I’m a bit surprised to see that the Priests are so…young. I didn’t catch your names.”

He finally releases her hand, blue eyes twinkling beside him in amusement as he then joins the conversation, “Suguru’s two years older than me. Meaning he’s old. I’m young, I’m Satoru,” he takes her hand, his grip more softer than Suguru’s.

“Father Satoru?” She raises an eyebrow.

“Not yet, I’m mentoring him. For now he’s a Deacon, but most of the people in the church refer to him as Father Satoru,” Suguru replies, ignoring Satoru’s age comment.

“Oh, so you’re the one that runs this place?” She questions.

“With an iron fist,” Satoru interrupts. Suguru looks over at him with a slightly annoyed scrunch to his face.

“My father was in charge before me. It was passed down sooner than I thought due to him becoming sick,” Suguru explains, “What did you like about the sermon?”

“Tell him what’s in your notes,” Satoru points out. Solana looks over to him, hating that she was intuitive about the mischief in those damn eyes. She chuckles.

“It wasn’t much. Nothing to really tell,” she explains, keeping her attention to Suguru.

“Tell me then. I’m curious,” he prods.

Shit. Honestly, she was just being polite. She didn’t want her first introduction to be playing Devil’s Advocate.

She then speaks, “Well…your topic today was the temptation of lust. A constant debate of whether it’s someone’s true test of keeping their vows to god—I’d say people are just human with helpless desires,” She recites, “You see, I’m trying to build a personal relationship with him. Coming to church was a mere curiosity. I had a feeling that some things being said I wouldn’t necessarily agree with, hence me taking notes.”

Suguru’s eyebrows raise in mild surprise, “So I’m assuming you’re not entirely a believer, then?”

“Trying to be, Father,” she corrects briefly, “It’s just hard. Some things seem entirely unrealistic…I don’t mean to be nosey, but looking at all the work you have on your body that seems to travel beneath your clothes, there was a time you weren’t entirely a believer either, was there?”

Satoru grins, Suguru now raising a single eyebrow. It didn’t shock him for her astuteness.

“Sorry…” she mutters, a small smile on her lips, “I come from a time where church was extremely small-minded and traditional. To see you and all of your physical differences from a regular Priest, it’s just a bit shocking. May I ask, how do the older members perceive you?”

She then wants to face palm herself as she hears her own words. Solana curses, “Shit. I didn’t mean it like that. I mean—crap—I mean— I was just referring to your tattoos and piercings,” she mutters.

“You seem more fascinated by my appearance rather than the sermon itself, Solana,” he calls her full name, wanting her attention.

“‘Fascinated’ wouldn’t be the word, perhaps, bewitched? Beguiled?” Satoru taunts.

“None of the above. But I’d say you’re a bit presumptuous, Father Satoru?” She mockingly replies.

“Would you rather I use the word curious, then?” Suguru asks.

“I could just be a curious person in general. Maybe I’m just bored, don’t assume too much about me,” Solana shrugs, “Plus, isn’t curiosity a sin within the Bible?”

His dark eyes pierce into hers. “Hm. That’s true, I shouldn’t assume. But curiosity is a virtue, not a sin. Though I imagine members in my congregation might disagree. I’ll have to bring that up in the next service.”

She tilts her head, “Seems like I might miss that service, then. I don’t recall agreeing to come back…” she thinks to herself.

“Cute,” Satoru eyes her up and down, “You’ll be back.”

“‘Shed light on the proud, haughty, and insolent behaviors that underlie arrogance,’” She recited, “Proverbs. Curiosity may be a virtue, but narcissism isn’t,” She speaks, referring to his assumptions of being captivated by him. Sure, damned her if she was. But he didn’t need to know that.

“The non-believer has read almost every inch of the Bible, it seems,” Suguru leans against the podium, his face twitching.

“…But then again, perhaps you’re merely trying to impress us. A girl as beautiful as you knows how to get your way,” Satoru adds.

“Is it working?” She then asks.

“Nah,” Suguru responds.

Solana raises her eyebrows, “‘Nah?’ Is the Priest off of the clock?”

“Talking to you? Might be, you’re trouble,” Satoru replies.

“Says the unorthodox Priest and his vexing Deacon.”

Satoru puts his hand over his chest, “Offensive.”

“You and Satoru gonna’ keep flirting or are you gonna hand me that notebook of yours?” Suguru asks, Solana bringing her eyes back to him.

“Mmm, I won’t. I have to get going soon and prepare for work.”

“Where do you work?” Satoru asks.

“I work from home. I’m a Cam Girl,” She calmly responds. When the both of them have frowns come upon their face, she looks between the two as she continues, “You know, the ones that take their clothes off and—“

“Alright.”

“I’m aware of what it is.”

They both say this at the same time, Solana amused at their dismissiveness. She’s surprised at how open the conversation is, even with their hierarchy, they make her feel as comfortable as possible. They felt like two male friends in the span of one conversation. The thing was, she didn’t want them as just friends.

“Clock in, do what you gotta do. But you’ll be here again next service with a new set of notes for me, I expect you to pay attention to my sermon. I’m a bit impatient. Cool?” Suguru asks.

“But—“

“Good,” Satoru cuts her off, “Welcome, member.”

“I never agreed—“

“Who asked?” Suguru questions. Satoru shrugs his shoulders.

Solana looks between the two men, silver crosses around their necks, a facade they played all too well in front of everyone else. This was the first time in her life that she didn’t have a man wrapped around all of her fingers, instead she was wrapped in each of theirs.

“Fine,” She doesn’t argue, pressing her hands behind her back. She can feel her face becoming warm.

“Huh,” Satoru crosses his arms, light hair swaying as he tilts his head to look at her.

“What?” She asks.

“To be this… ‘Cam Girl’ you mentioned, I’m assuming you’re usually the one in control. But now you seem…so submissive,” Suguru observes. The intensity in his eyes was something she didn’t see in Satoru’s. This man was much harder to read.

“We make her nervous,” Satoru states, not questions.

Her mouth goes slightly agape as they ricochet off of each other. She has no time to reply or find a smart-ass comeback. She can’t help but become a little irritated with this newfound characteristic of herself—intimidation. She puts on a fake smile as she nods her head towards the both of them, turning as she makes her way down the aisle towards the exit.

“We’ll be waiting for those notes, Solana,” Satoru calls.

“He’ll be waiting. I expect them in my hand,” Suguru finalizes, she doesn’t notice his eyes falling down to her ass.

She hoped that these two would be the complete opposite of what she imagined them to be before their meeting. Angelic, innocent, pure. But as she spoke with them, watching as they observed her every move, and told her what she was going to do, she seemed to be wrong. Devilish, guilty, impure. To make matters worse, she was going to do exactly what was asked of her. Motherfuckers.

ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏~♡

A couple of weeks had gone by. It was the same routine, sitting in the back of the service as she listened to Suguru preach, taking her own interpretations of his words. She noticed the brief looks he’d give over to her. Satoru winked. As service ended she would politely speak to the both of them as she handed Suguru her notes, unable to fully make eye-contact. Here was the issue. The first time she saw them, all she could think was how badly she wanted them to fuck her. She thought it was a mere attraction. But as every interaction surpassed, the thought became worse. Was she losing her mind?

She was coming to know the two men that everyone adored. As she wished that she only adored them, she felt cursed with vivid dreams and fantasies she couldn’t rid herself of. Every time she looked at Suguru’s perfect face, long onyx hair, gauges in his ears, eyebrow piercing. The tattoos that hid beneath his clothes. Satoru’s light hair and cocky-son-of-a-bitch smirk. On the other hand, her reactions weren’t something that went unnoticed. The sudden flush of her cheeks intrigued them as they noticed her out of the corner of their eye.

She wasn’t like the other women that swooned over them, falling victim to their charms without any fight. She had always kept an arms length from the two, seemingly unaffected by their charisma and allure that drew others to them so easily. At least she pretended well enough.

They could sense her hesitation, the slight quiver of her bottom lip as they watched her from the front. She always kept her gaze away from them, eyes focused elsewhere.

A shiver came down her spine anytime Suguru shook her hand, the thought of that hand slamming down against her ass as he spanked her. Anytime Satoru looked her in the eyes, she imagined him staring down at her as she moaned in pleasure beneath him. Anytime they both spoke to her, she could hear them within her ear, whispering dirty blasphemies. She’d seen handsome men before. Why the hell were they so hard to remove from her mind? It had to be the forbidden fact that they were the church's chairmen, and she was only a member. It aroused her.

They noticed with more interaction that she distanced herself farther. The way her eyes always darted away, the flush in her face. She was always so…hesitant and reserved.

These qualities made her all the more enticing, Satoru found her obedience adorable. Suguru was losing his patience.

Nonetheless, every interaction showed how completely opposite they were. There were times that she assumed Suguru was the least bit interested, but then she would notice the looks he gave her. Like a predator patiently awaiting for its prey to look away before it made its attack. Satoru spoke with confidence, offering his hand when Solana was too afraid to reach out for it. But she couldn’t lie, there was a sense of arrogance to him. A cockiness where he knew the things she was feeling. Almost as if he could read her every thought.

As another service ended, she stood behind a group of women that spoke to them, waiting for her turn. They all turned towards her, eyes wicked and wanting to drain life from her presence. Just like they stared, she raised an eyebrow as she stared back, turning her head and watching until they walked out of the door.

“The hell are they looking at?” She twists her head.

“Solana,” Suguru calls, an irritation to his tone.

“Oh. Okay. The fuck,” she muttered to herself, apologizing in her head for the curse. She then brushes off the interaction as she speaks, “Good morning, I was just bringing my notes to you, Father. Didn’t mean to send away your groupies.”

“Groupies?” Suguru repeats.

“I’d say more devoted members,” Satoru corrects.

“Same difference. They all have more than one way of getting on their knees for either of you,” She fires politely.

Satoru raises his eyebrows, “Someone sounds jealous.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” she turns her head back to Suguru. He noticed the way her dress clung tightly to her frame, the subtle way it emphasized her hips. The way it highlighted her figure was almost distracting, almost intoxicating. He fought back the urge to stare, to ogle, to fantasize...

“How are you today?” She asks him.

His eyes flickered for a moment with amusement. She was so different from the rest of the women who came to this church. Instead of replying, he tilted his head to the side and took in a few seconds before shrugging. "I feel fine." he spoke, his voice still rich with annoyance. But there would be no breaking his poise, no cracking his self-assured exterior.

Although at times she couldn’t stand Satoru’s more extroverted character, she sometimes wished Suguru was a little more open with her. It frustrated her as he was always short, but his eyes told something different.

“Good,” she replied softly. She then pulled her notes from the pages between her Bible, lifting her hand out to him.

He reached out to take the pages from her hand, his fingers brushing against hers. He noticed how her hands trembled slightly as if she were nervous, how the tips of her fingers were lightly stained black from the ink. His glance scanned the room filled with his congregation, people chatting away with one another, exchanging pleasantries as they exited the church. But he couldn't help his gaze, constantly drifting back to Solana.

“I apologize for my indignation, Father,” Solana shakes her head.

"No need to apologize." he spoke. And for a split second, another hint of amusement crosses his face as he notices her blush reemerging after she offers an apology. It was always so innocent, that flush of red on her cheeks, almost comparable to a little girl.

He couldn't help himself from wondering whether she was truly as timid as she seemed on the outside.

“I…what’s so funny?” She asks, realizing as he looks to be entertained.

“Your…covetousness…it’s cute,” Satoru replies.

“Nothing,” Suguru says.

He wanted to reprimand her for the foul mouth she had, imagining how red her face would be if he slammed his palm against it, gripping her chin as his dick shoved into her mouth. None of that appeared on his expression.

“Okay. Well, I’ll see you guys at the next service,” she nods, keeping her eyes away from him. This time as she stared at them, all she could see was Suguru taking her against the podium, her screams filling the cathedral as Satoru held her face, cockily grinning at her demise. She swallowed as she turned around, quickly walking away.

Suguru watched her leave, his eyes following the subtle sway of her hips as she walked. It made him want to grasp and hold onto her. A vision of him grabbing her by the arm and dragging her back to the church made itself prominent in his mind, his voice whispering all of the things he’d do to her. Yet as always, it was just a vision.

But his eyes still lingered on her.

ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏~♡

Another week had gone by as she sat towards the back of the church. Her mind continued to run with images of Suguru and Satoru, just wanting to feel their lips against hers. This service they wore identical short sleeved turtlenecks and their usual cross necklaces, Suguru showing off the numerous tattoos down his arms, Satoru’s arms bulging through his top. She imagined those arms holding her up as they thrusted into her. The minute their eyes followed over to hers, she flew them back down.

They took notice of the way her gaze continued to dart away each time they looked in her direction, seemingly fearful. It was a far cry from the way the other women looked at them. In fact, it was almost as if she avoided their gaze on purpose.

She needed to do something about this. It felt like a sickness in the mind at this point, no medicine curable for her disease. As their usual routine played out, she handed Suguru her notes as he brushed his fingers against her hand, chills coming down her spine. The way her body responded to simple physical touches made him want to see what else he could do to crack her. His eyes watched as she darted away from them once again, he was becoming more and more agitated by her timidity. Satoru shook his head as he chuckled, Suguru making a mental note that the next time he wouldn't be so easy to dismiss her.

When she made it home that night, she forced herself to get dressed and do her makeup, planning a scheme as she made her way to the bar. She planned to erase them away with a good one night stand, twisting her drink in her hand as she stared over the crowd of tipsy eyes. She then found herself the perfect victim, a handsome smile seductive as he watched her.

She didn’t have it in herself for the small talk, or to waste any time. Their clothes shredded off as they fumbled into Solana’s condo, kissing messily as they landed on the bed. As she expected a full amount of pleasure to fulfill her, this random stranger rushed through the entire interaction. He pulled a condom out of his pocket, ripping the packaging harshly with his teeth. His lips against her neck felt sticky, attacking her throat in a way that was almost painful. She spread her legs as she awaited for him to bring his mouth lower.

He scrunches his face as he asks, “What?”

She frowns, “You aren’t gonna….?”

“Oh—nah, I don’t do that shit. I don’t really know you like that,” He responds, almost laughing at her question. She coughs as he then flips her body over to where she’s on her stomach, pressing her face into the sheet as he slides on his condom.

Before he continues he then asks, “I’m a little soft. Wanna give me some head?”

“Um, no?” She muffled through the blanket.

“Whatever,” he smacks his lips.

She hopes that the sex might cause them to create a better chemistry, awaiting for that incoming pleasure as he’s inside of her. This is all she needed, it would rid her of the annoying thoughts of Suguru and Satoru. As she thinks this, an overload of pain shreds through her lower abdomen as he enters her, realizing that she’s barely aroused. Even in the times that she wasn’t fully aroused, she’d be soaked at the thought of incoming pleasure. Not this time.

He pushes her head into the blanket as he thrusts wildly, giving her no air to breathe or even intake any type of pleasure—if there even was any. She grits her teeth as she tries to adjust herself, yet he grips her in place as he hastens, “Chill. Chill. You’re gonna fuck up my groove.”

She turns her head slightly as she tries to stare at him, his arms keeping her held down as he asks, “You like that?”

“Mhmmmm…” she responded, releasing a fake moan for him.

She closed her eyes as she became angry. All she could think about was Father Suguru and Satoru…

Before the blink of an eye, she suddenly hears the man behind her shout, “Oh, Sasha!” releasing within the condom he wears, pulling himself out as quickly as he went in. Bastard. She had told him her name.

She was frustrated beyond belief. The entire night had been unfulfilling, the way this random man had touched and kissed her was almost laughable when compared to the fantasies she had. His scent was uninspiring, his touch lacked a certain warmth. This man was boring, mundane, and unsatisfying. Her mind was elsewhere, all she could think about was Suguru. His smell, his voice and his touch. Then she thought about Satoru. She wished it was him instead of this random man who grunted above her.

The man's grunts and moans were almost amusing to her, but the sound of his snoring even more so as he collapsed against the bed, knocking out beside her. In all honesty, the man was more of a nuisance than anything. She didn’t even have the energy to kick him out as she turned over on her back, staring up into the ceiling as she continued to create those fantasies in her mind. She tried to relax, but his snoring filled her bedroom, drowning out any other noise.

Her mind began to flicker images again. She closed her eyes as she imagined the both of them crawling onto the bed with her, hands all along her body. She slowly brought her hand down between her legs, bringing a finger over her clit as she rubbed softly, biting down on her mouth as a small sense of pleasure rippled through her. She was always good at making herself cum, but tonight was like no other. She couldn’t finish. She wanted to throw a tantrum, banging her fists along the sheets of her bed. She turned on her side, hoping sleep would be better than any of this bullshit.

Waking up the next morning, she turns over as she sees this man still asleep in her bed, hoping he went into cardiac arrest. She relaxes within her sheets, assuming it was still early in the morning. As she picks up her phone to set her alarm, she sees it’s an hour after eleven. Her body springs up. She curses, “Shit! I’m late for church.”

She pushes the man out of her house, locking the door and blocking his number as she speeds to get ready. Solana pulls her hair into a claw clip, unable to have the patience to style it. A navy blue long sleeve clings to her upper body, yoga pants and matching heels, pulling her glasses over her face as she’s too impatient to put on her contacts. She grabs for her Bible and notebook, speeding out of the house and towards the church, hoping she’d make it in time.

She felt like a child in trouble. Sneaking her way into the crowd as she stands in the back, keeping her head down as she sees that everyone else has their head down in prayer. As she raises her eyes, she sees both Suguru and Satoru sitting on stage as another member speaks to the crowd. They immediately stare over her.

Their gaze locked onto her as she entered the church late, having somehow missed the sermon in its entirety. They looked almost…disappointed. But it had nothing to do with her punctuality.

Everyone begins to walk in different directions as service ends. She also realizes that she has no notes to give Suguru today as she awaits to speak with him. When she walks up to him, she immediately begins to apologize, “I’m sorry for my lateness, Father.”

His gaze was like a hawk. He said nothing as she apologized, instead he watched her lips move as she spoke, admiring the way they moved, how they'd look covered with his.

"That's alright" he finally spoke, his voice a deep and seductive rasp, "Don't worry about it, though I'm curious, what were you doing that kept you so late?"

“You haven’t missed a sermon since we officially met you,” Satoru points out, arms crossed over his chest.

“I was up a bit late last night watching tv, overslept. Indulgence, I suppose, Father,” she briefly explains.

She places a flyaway hair behind her ear that falls from her ponytail, wondering why a couple of members stare at her weirdly. She had never noticed the large hickey that was upon her neck, or that the stranger she’d slept with had given her one.

Suguru raises an eyebrow at this excuse. His eyes drift to the blotched spot on her neck, Satoru shaking his head. He noticed the way she fidgets nervously, taking in the fact that she hadn't noticed the mark herself. The look of slight amusement and disappointment were once again evident on his features.

"You were up late… watching tv,” Suguru repeated back to her, mocking her excuse.

She looks around, confused in everyone's eyes. “….Yes, Father,” she nodded, softly responding.

"Ah, I see..." Satoru’s smile widens, "And what was it that you were watching on tv that kept you up?”

His gaze remained locked on hers, his tone shifting to teasing and playful. She wanted to punch him.

“Documentary. Very uh…informational?” She tries to find her words, gripping the notebook in her hand.

“Very informative, huh?” Suguru questions.

“Why so many damn questions?” She becomes irritated, seeing they’re now playing with her.

Satoru shrugs, “Boredom peaks curiosity,” He reminds.

In reality they were just trying to tease her, to make her squirm as she tried to lie. There was definitely no documentary she watched, that much they both knew.

“I suppose you don’t remember getting this as you watched your show, right?” Suguru asks, lifting his hand as he dragged his thumb along her throat. Solana’s mouth parted as she froze, realizing he was referring to a hickey.

“I…I don’t…”

“You d—don’t?” Satoru mocks.

She glares as she thrashes Suguru’s hand away from her. He pulls away, placing his hand behind his back.

“Your show didn’t seem too...satisfying” Satoru eyes, grinning.

Suguru’s gaze remained on her neck nonetheless, his eyes slowly wandering to her face as he waited for her response. Would she admit what really happened? She refused to give them the satisfaction.

“Nothing to say?” Suguru prods.

“No,” she quickly replies, feeling her body becoming hot. A mixture of anger and arousal fills her. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to punch him, or fuck him. Maybe both.

“Fine. See you next time, then?” Satoru’s voice is sweet, more fake than anything.

As they begin to walk away from her, Solana closes her eyes. Embarrassing herself like this was enough to realize it was time to come clean, hoping this would rid her of all the vivid images of them. She just wanted them to stop. She places her own hand over her neck, remembering the hickey

She squeezes her notebook harder as she states, “Wait, Father Suguru…I had a question for you.”

His expression shifted to one of curiosity, he could sense her sudden nervousness in speaking to him.

"Go ahead, what's the question?"

“I don’t want to take up too much of your time, but I have something I need penitents of. Would you…be here later tonight for a confessional?” She questions.

The sudden question surprised him. He expected this game to continue. Yet, she had requested a confessional, a place where one could go to share their deepest and darkest secrets with a priest. It was obvious that what she was hiding more than sleeping with another man, there were darker things at play.

He nodded shortly, "I’ll be here. Satoru will be in the presence of his first confessional and listen in, if you don’t mind.”

“That’s…fine. That’s perfect, actually,” she nods.

“Perfect?” Satoru questions.

She realizes how she spoke. She wanted to kick herself. She then ignores the smile on his face as she speaks, “I will see you guys later then,” turning as she nearly runs out of the church.

ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏~♡

She stood in the mirror, staring at herself in her bathroom. Nightfall had come quicker than she hoped for it to, her heart swelling with fear of all the possibilities to come from this admission. Her midnight hair fell around her face, almost straight, still having a bit of body to it. She stared at the black dress she wore, turning in the mirror as her entire back was shown, washing her vision over the religious tattoo on her spine. Did it mean anything to her?

She slipped on her golden chromatic heels, hot pink irises seated atop of the thin straps. Her skin smelled of vanilla and a mixture of mint, always wanting to present herself with a sense of confidence. That confidence was nowhere to be found as of right now. Where had it gone?

All of these thoughts entered her mind as she drove down the road. What if she told them how she felt? Would she be banned from the church, shunned by the congregation? Declared as a personified sinner?

Unlike a regular church service, the entire cathedral is empty. The pews travel as far as the eye can see, walls a dimly lit champagne color. Her eyes fall to a mahogany wooden shed, two large crosses carved into the doors on both sides. It looked bigger than a regular confessional box. As she slid the door open to her side, she entered to see that it was big enough to fit almost five people, turning her head to see there was a large mirror across from where she would be seated.

As she looks through the wall that separates the two sides, she sees a pair of silhouettes, seeming as Suguru and Satoru are already there. Her heart beats faster.

She sits herself on the bench connected to the walls, bringing her eyes over her own reflection. Looking at herself suddenly makes her uncomfortable. She can see them on the other side, their eyes not facing her. It makes her feel less judged.

She asks, “May I know why my confessional has a mirror, Father?” She asks softly.

His silhouette moved as she spoke, the sound of her voice was more alluring than he had expected.

"The mirror is meant to allow you a clear view of yourself as you confess your sins. It’s intended to remind you to face yourself,” Suguru explains.

“Your face will be forced to stare directly at those sins as you speak of them. It’ll lead to self reflection,” Satoru adds.

She lets out a breath, nodding more to herself. Silence now fills the space, a tension she hadn’t expected to be so thick casts in between the wall separating the three.

“Speak your penitent,” Suguru’s deep voice demands.

A fear creeps up her spine. She couldn’t believe that she was actually doing this. Fuck it, she figured.

“Bless me, Father. For I have sinned…” she speaks, lightly crossing her hand over her chest.

Both Suguru and Satoru previously watched her as the confessional door slid open, watching her reflection as she sat inside, the dress she wears already making them think there was so much more to explore. They could only imagine what secrets hid under her loosely flowing hair, the tattoo on her back, and the way that dress draped off her form - highlighting the perfect curves of her body.

"Go ahead" Suguru spoke through the small slit in the confessional, his eyes gazing at her reflection in the mirror as he awaited her words.

“Right. Okay,” Solana takes another deep breath.

“Well…when you asked me about how my night went, I lied about what happened. I…had sex with a man I met at the bar…” she confesses softly.

“The sex was meaningless—and boring—if that’s appropriate to add. I thought that it would help me shake this feeling I’ve been having for a while. This…itch that I haven’t been able to scratch…”

Suguru listened. He didn't seem shocked, he didn't even seem disappointed—if anything he was unsurprised by it. As she mentioned the sex being meaningless and her inability to shake the "itch,” Satoru couldn't help the smirk that covered his lips.

They knew precisely what she was thinking yet stayed quiet, waiting for her to continue.

“I…” she breathed in, “Ever since I joined this congregation, I’d been having these…feelings. My mind filled itself with these vivid images and fantasies of sexual endeavors that become filthier as they continue, and I’ve been trying to parish them away. But…I can’t,” she speaks, unable to look into her reflection as she keeps her eyes against her lap, looking over to the wall that separates their bodies. She’s glad she can’t see them.

"Is there more that you want to confess?" Suguru spoke, his voice firm.

“Yes….” She spoke, “These…images, fantasies, I….I’d been having them of you and Father Satoru. Ever since I came here, I thought you were both immensely attractive. But I didn’t think that allowing myself to be physically attracted to the both of you would cause all of these imageries. I would imagine myself having filthy sex with you—anytime you stood in front of the congregation. For that…I’m sorry,” she keeps her head down.

She awaits for his voice, preparing for the disgust of her words. Instead, she hears nothing. Absolutely nothing. She lifts her head to look on the other side of the box, seeing that it’s now empty. Shit, did she really mess up that badly?

“…Father?” She then calls, hearing nothing in response.

She waits a few moments, still hearing nothing. She feels terrible. She shouldn’t have come at all—Maybe she should’ve just never returned to the church. As she stands to leave, her heart jumps out of her chest. The door to the confessional opens and quickly shuts, both Suguru and Satoru now standing in this space with her. Trapping her with them. Her breath catches in her throat as the door slams shut, the air in the cramped space becoming thick with the heat of three bodies.

Their gaze fixated upon her as they lean against the wall of the confessional box opposite of her, their frames dominating the confined space.

“Tell me exactly what you’re apologizing for, Solana,” Suguru firmly initiates.

“I don’t think I should be having these thoughts about…wanting to have sex with the both of you. And I do,” she swallows, “Your church members already have this idea of me. I see the way they look at me when I come in here. I could only think what you or Father Satoru would have to say—especially after my confession.”

“I think you’re honest,” Suguru observes.

They can almost see the relief weigh off of her shoulders at his response. But as she looks between them, it seems to be more that she’s missing.

Satoru then speaks up, “Poor baby. This has really been bothering you, hasn’t it?”

“It has,” she softly agrees. “So—“

“So we’ll just fuck you, then.” Suguru states, promises.

Solana’s eyes go slightly wide as she stutters, “What?”

“That’s what you want, right?”

Satoru fully extends, coming forward as he hovers his frame over her smaller one. She steps back as she nearly trips over the bench, holding herself steady as she feels Satoru’s hand come upon her hip, making sure she doesn’t fall.

“I—“

“I know that’s what you want, Solana. I just need to hear you say it,” Suguru speaks up, capturing her throat within his palms, digging his fingers lightly into the skin. She now has both men holding a part of her, her body completely on fire at their simple touch. They were inviting her into a dangerous situation. She could admit—she wanted every part of it.

“Yes,” She muttered softly.

“Look at me and say that,” he grips her face tighter, forcing her eyes to look into his.

“Yes, fuck me,” she repeated, more firm. Meaning it.

“Good,” Suguru leans down, slamming his lips along hers.

Her throat mewls at the warmth of his mouth. She’d never had a man kiss her like this. He had a grip on the back of her neck as he leaned down, sensually thrusting his tongue in and out of her mouth for her to catch it, eyes closing as she moaned softly at the feeling. His lips were warm and his tongue was even warmer as it danced within her mouth, exploring every possible crevice— every space that it had access to. His grip on her only tightened, trapping her completely in the embrace of his hand as his body pressed closer to hers.

“Greedy, aren’t we?” Satoru asked, harshly pulling her away from Suguru’s mouth. He stuck his tongue out which caused her to lean forward, sucking his tongue within her mouth, his lips plush and soft as he smashed them together, softer and more sensual than the first kiss she shared. It’s like he was trying to absorb her scent, inhaling the mixture of vanilla and mint. She was like a drug.

“Look at how responsive she is…” Satoru taunts, bringing his mouth down to her throat, sucking the skin into his lips. Solana’s eyes fluttered shut as she whimpered softly, hearing Suguru’s voice as he replied, “We’ve barely touched her.”

Satoru now stands behind her as Suguru stands in front, both beginning to remove the vestments they wore. They then help her remove her dress, their eyes hungry as her brown nipples perk out, figure even better without clothing. Solana’s eyes come to the mirror behind them as she sees his back is covered in ink, shadowing any of his olive toned skin. His hair that was in a half bun began falling around his attractive face, it felt almost too intimate to stare. Satoru stood behind her, skin clean and soft, body sculpted perfectly to her touch. They were fucking beautiful. Hands roamed all around her body, lips along her chest, while another pair bit into her shoulder. It was overwhelming in the best way.

“Hold her up. You want my tongue?” Suguru’s eyes raise to hers, she quickly nods.

“You’re forgetting to say please,” he reminds. Satoru places his arms under the back of her legs, effortlessly lifting her up as her back is now against his chest, legs bending upwards in the air.

“Please,” she becomes slightly irritated at how he wants things his way. Her breath hitches as Satoru somehow pulls her arms with her legs, keeping her firmly stuck in his hold.

“Wanna try again?” Suguru raises an eyebrow as he hears her attitude. He lightly smacks his palm against her face, shoving his fingers down her throat as he brings his face close to hers, dominance pooling into her veins.

“I’m sorry,” her voice is small as she inhales deeply from his actions, wanting more from him, “Please, baby. I want your tongue.”

“Next time I won’t be so nice,” he promises, traveling his soaked fingers down her body, rubbing her puffy clit. She wanted to clasp her thighs closed, Satoru behind her as his tongue drags along her ear, teasing her as she moans prettily. Her sounds are like angels singing, even as condescending as that might’ve been.

Suguru takes his index and middle finger as he sinks them inside her, moaning with Solana as she pulls him in deeper, her walls gripping him as if never wanting to let him go. She brought her eyes up to the mirror and watched as his fingers shoved in and out.

Satoru’s now in her ear as he chuckles sultrily, “Look at that, baby,” he talks to her, “I think she wants more.”

“I want more,” she mewls, “Please.”

“Give her what she wants,” Satoru commands.

Suguru leans down as he removes his fingers from her, capturing her clit within his mouth as he sucks softly. He goes slow, allowing the pleasure to hit every nerve within her body, rotating his head in circles as his tongue drags all along her core, saliva creating against tastebuds.

She leans her head against Satoru’s shoulder as she begs, “Kiss me,” he does without argument.

Suguru’s tongue doesn’t slow down, diving in and out of her, fucking her with his mouth as he moans against her, kissing her clit passionately in the same way he made out with her.

“Tastes so fucking sweet, baby. This some crazy shit” he groans, spanking her skin as Satoru holds her hips up higher, Suguru’s tongue delving deeper.

“Suguru…oh—shit,” she whined, wanting to grip his hair yet her hands were still trapped. Her back arches as she could only see the back of his head from the mirror, watching as he pleasured her. Satoru’s grip was tight, ensuring that her body didn't move around or move away from Suguru, arch becoming stronger.

He snaked his hand up to her face, pulling it downwards as he spoke, “Watch me.”

His breath was hot against her opening as he maintained eye contact. "Look at what I'm doing to you... Look at how you’re moaning from just my mouth…” he talks to her, slamming his palm along her thigh, watching the skin become red as he rutted his lips against her core.

Her hips swayed against his face, hair around her neck making her hot. She responded petulantly, “I’m watching, baby…I promise…”

“Good.”

He brought his free hand up to her chest, cupping the breast within his hand, squeezing and kneading the soft skin. She felt her lower stomach becoming tight. Her abdomen stiffened as she gripped Suguru’s hair, filthily spouting within his mouth. She was unable to hold herself back as her eyes rolled in her head, shuddering as she watched him dipping his tongue inside her, eating like she’d be ripped away from his hold at any second.

He stands up, gripping her face as he kisses her, sucking her lower lip before he pulls back, “Tell me who you want to fuck you first.”

“You, Suguru.” She whimpers.

“Fuck her, Satoru.” Suguru easily denies.

Satoru drops her legs that feel like jelly, her feet now flat on the ground. Hands bend her over whilst pushing her back inwards, watching as it perfectly arches. Light eyes took in the way her hips curved perfectly in his hands. He lowers himself down as he brings his mouth between her legs, Solana lightly jumping at the intrusion. She has no time to react as she feels a hand on her chin, pulling her eyes upwards to look at Suguru.

“She doesn’t deserve to have her pussy ate again. You remember how bad her mouth was?” Suguru reminds. Solana’s eyes close as Satoru gently laps between her folds, fondling the skin of her ass.

“Put something in it, then. This isn’t for her,” Satoru commands, attaching his mouth back onto her.

“I’ll ruin her throat,” he responds back.

“She’ll love it.”

“I know she fucking will,” Suguru gruffly responds, wrapping his free hand around his length as he forcefully opens her mouth, shoving himself to the back of her throat. Her mouth feels full, no room to adjust as he collects her hair in his fist, yanking her back and forth against his hips. She salivated, going to wrap her hands around him as Satoru gripped both of her wrists in one hand behind her. Suguru pulls her down farther, Solana choking as he slammed his tip against her uvula, her eyes watering at his movements. But Satoru was right about one thing. She did love it.

“Look at you, baby,” Suguru moans, gritting his teeth as she hummed against him, bobbing her head lightly from the little control she had. Her lips were becoming a pouty red. She could feel his nails digging within her scalp, tilting his head down to watch as he fucked her face roughly.

Satoru extends to his full height, taking himself within his hand, placing the other on Solana’s hip to angle her properly. His tip taps along her clit, kissing the pulsing throb. She became more aroused than before.

He slides himself in, Solana’s eyes fluttering shut as she moaned against Suguru’s length that was still driving within her mouth. She slows down the pleasure she gives to him, feeling as if Satoru is just as big as Suguru, if not bigger. He stretches her, her lower abdomen burning from the feeling, a stronger sense of pleasure overcoming the pain.

He starts off slow, only pulling halfway out as he pushes in deeper the second time, Solana shouting as he spanks her, “Open up for me. I’ll fuck you good.”

She tries to relax, Suguru holding her head as he asks, “When did I tell you to stop?”

Taking the both of them was something she didn’t imagine struggling with. Satoru places his hand on her shoulder as he pulls her back against him, the back of her thighs creating a squelching sound from how wet she already was. He keeps his other hand wrapped around her fists, moaning lowly as she grips every inch that deeply pounds into her. Her eyes remained closed as Suguru pounds her face on the other end, her jaw painfully twitching yet she opened her mouth wider, moaning at every movement.

“She feels fuckin’ amazing,” Satoru grunts, “Keep fucking her mouth. It makes her more wet.”

“Fuck her harder,” Suguru counters.

And they did. Satoru snaps his hips into her, the rhythm perfect as her mouth meets with Suguru’s hips each time. She moans with every thrust, body trembling each time Satoru slams his palm on her ass, each time Suguru slams his palm on her cheek. She mewls again, her body nearly relaxing in this position, lower abdomen trembling.

“She’s gonna cum,” Satoru eyes, never stopping his movements of fucking her.

“She better fuckin’ not,” Suguru threatens.

“Come fuck her. She wants you more. Don’t you?” Satoru pulls her upwards, her feet nearly off of the ground as he wraps both of his hands around her throat from behind. Her hips bounce against his own, her eyes closing as she whimpers, “Satoru.”

“Call my name like that again, baby. Maybe I’ll believe you. What happened? I thought you wanted Suguru?” He talks to her, clasping her throat under his palms, throwing her body back and forth against his length, Solana gripping his fingers that have a tight hold against her. She grunts in response, her voice trailing into a whine as she cries softly, “No, baby. I want you, too. Feels so…fucking…good…”

“I know,” he agrees.

“Oh, you don’t want me no more?” Suguru then asks, wrapping his fingers atop of Satoru’s that still sit on her throat, helping as he drags her down, slamming her back down onto Satoru’s hips.

“Can’t ever forget you, Suguru. Come fuck me, baby. I miss you,” she babbles. Her voice causes Suguru to grunt, kissing her aggressively at her pleads.

Satoru finally releases her. Suguru then effortlessly pulls her up to him, bringing her legs over his shoulders as he stands at his full height. Her body shivers as she feels hit tip, fat and throbbing against her opening. Her eyes close as he slowly slides her down, her mouth dropping open as he feels huge, stretching her so far that she thought she’d tear. His eyes flick down to hers to watch, Solana able to see her own pleasure within the mirror. She sees his perfectly sculpted back, resting her arms along his neck as her nails connected against the ink upon it, digging her fingers into his skin.

His hips moved slowly, the small movements he made were almost methodical as he leaned more into the sensation of her body meeting his. With his back fully visible to her through the mirror, she was able to completely take in his physique, watching the way that his muscles flexed as he moved. They watched each other, seeing him slowly thrust himself into her body, back still as stiff as a board yet with Solana in his limbs, he had a slight sway to him.

“Oh…my—“ she breathes in deeply, unable to speak as she stared into his face, nodding her head since her voice couldn’t do anything to help.

“You’re not so shy anymore, are you?” Suguru taunts her, lifting her body up with ease as he sinks her back down. Their bodies continue to move in rhythm, his hips picking up speed as he moves more intensely against her. She struggles to hold on, nails digging into his back as she brings her eyes down, watching his length go in and out of her. She was completely enthralled by him.

“Stop it…” she panted.

“She can’t take it. She’s going to take it,” Satoru speaks behind them, lightly kissing her neck as he grips her hair in his fist, pulling her up slightly.

“C’mon, pretty girl. You did so well taking my dick. You want more, huh?”

“Yes,” she bites her lip, groaning at his words. The back of her thighs slam against the front of Suguru as he grips her ass tightly in his palms, her skin clapping with his as he becomes rougher with every thrust.

“Then watch him. Look how he’s fucking you. I think you like the way he handles you,” he pulls the ponytail he’s created in her hair, Solana seeing as Suguru’s length disappears and then reappears again.

She listened. She watched intensely between their hips as he pulled out slowly, slamming her back down quickly. Fingers gripped his arms as she tilted her head down to watch, hair falling around her face. Her eyes rolled entirely to the back of her head as she spoke. She cried softly, “Oh my god…” groaning as if she were annoyed, “Yes. Yes. Fuck me just like that, I love bouncing on your dick like this, baby,” she hiccuped.

Her face was completely red. As she scanned Suguru’s eyes, she could see a sudden cockiness within him—and slowly, a grin spread across his face. It was the most terrifying thing she’d ever seen.

Both men laugh arrogantly, Satoru reaching around as he rubs her clit, Solana’s head falling back against his shoulder as she couldn’t stop herself from moaning.

“Calling god now? Shame. Seems like she needs more penitents,” Suguru laughs, humored at the loss of her pride.

“He can’t help you here…” Satoru talks within her ear, echoing into her mind.

It was as if she was drunk, babbling against the both of them, allowing them to have full control over her. Her head continued to spin, eyes captivated of his strength, legs over his shoulders flailing with every movement. Her nails dug into his back, free hand shoving her own fingers into her mouth as she sucked, moaning loudly against them.

“I’m gonna….”

“Cum. She’s gonna cum. Let her,” Satoru finishes.

“Nah. I’m not with the sweet shit. She better wait,” Suguru shakes his head.

He pulls out of her, Solana shivering as they quickly change positions. She looks down as Suguru is now beneath her, Satoru placing his length in front of her face.

“Come sit on my dick. I’ll make you squirt like this,” Suguru demands, pulling her down. He wraps his hands around her waist as he’s already shoving himself into her.

“Wanna feel your throat, baby,” Satoru speaks sweetly, separating her mouth as he pushes his tip past her lips. She complies, growing more horny by the second as she circles her hips atop of Suguru, taking her hand as she wraps it around the base of Satoru, sucking him within her own pleasure.

“Even through all this…you’re still so good…” Suguru grunts, spanking her.

Satoru strokes her face gently, seeing as tears drop from her eyes, not knowing how much longer she was going to be able to handle the both of them. She grips her own breast with her other hand, Suguru snatching the hand away as he replaces it with his palm, squeezing as he thrusts upwards into her.

“Relax, pretty girl. You wanna cum?” Satoru asks from above, rubbing her face to relax her, Solana nodding as she sobs softly, unable to do anything but take what was given to her.

“You’re lucky you have him. I’d make you cry like a fuckin’ baby,” Suguru spits.

“She already is. She looks so cute,” Satoru tells him, “You can cum, baby. I’m close too.”

“She’s creaming. Never had dick like this, have you? You’ll want more. You’ll be back,” Suguru promises once again, holding her firmly as grinds her against him, Solana’s hips involuntarily wining.

“Imagine what the congregation will think when they hear how good you take my dick. How you whine for more. Satoru was right, you are fuckin’ greedy.”

That was enough for her. Neither of them stop as she thrashes atop of Suguru, sobbing loudly as she orgasms, core squelching as she gushes against his length. Suguru laughs, spanking her so hard that it leaves a bruise.

As both men continue their non-stop fulfillment of pleasure, they watch as she relaxes, just wanting to be so good for them. They felt satisfied, able to break her in the way they imagined. Both men grunt, Satoru moaning as he holds Solana’s chin, pulling back as he shoots against her beautiful face. Suguru moans after, pulling out of her as he pulls her forward, cumming along her ass, gripping the flesh in his palm.

They all pant against one another, Solana wanting to feel embarrassed. She wanted to feel like this was the biggest mistake she’d made in her life. Yet, she felt the complete opposite. She felt trapped within these men, and she damn sure didn’t want out.

“I think you two might be the devil…” she breathes heavily.

“What if we told you that we were? What if we told you we were the worst people you’d ever met?” Satoru teases, Suguru chuckling in response.

“I think I might believe you.”

“Good,” Suguru replies, Solana jumping as he pulls her down by her neck, lips nearly touching hers as he speaks a deafening sentence.

“‘Cause we’re not done with you yet.”

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Birthday Surprise

Geto Suguru x fem-reader

This is a gift for my best friend @realjungkook, who has a minor obsession with Geto, and I think I can make it even worse so here is my first JJK fic. Enjoy.

Warnings: dom-Geto, Geto calls reader; slut, princess, baby, no use of Y/N, creampie, fingering, oral f!receiving, p in v sex, reader gets tied up, cow-girl, missionary, and fucking on a kitchen counter, pure smut, like there is no plot, maybe a little bit, but this is like 99% smut, also this is not proofread, so I apologize for that, so if you find any mistakes please let me know :)

Summary: It’s Getos’ birthday and you want to do something special for him, so you begin on an elaborate breakfast. You want him to wake up to an amazing meal, and make sure his day becomes absolutely fantastic. But he doesn’t care about any of that, he only cares about you. And he quickly gets the best birthday present ever… you.

Word count: 7026

Your hips are swaying to the music, as you work on breakfast. Suguru is still sleeping, or that’s what he was doing when you left him. His hair was flowing over the pillow, and the blanket was barely covering his crotch. You had looked at him maybe a second too long, he looked so good all the time, even sleeping.

He had been snoring softly, his chest rising and falling slowly. He was in deep slumber, off to dreamland somewhere. Hopefully dreaming about you. His chest on full display as you stared at your perfect boyfriend. A soft smile playing on your lips, while you studied him. He is so cute.

You flip the pancake, it flies in the air for a second before you catch it with the pan. You turn around to the music, just vibing while you check to the croissants in the oven. You feel genuinely happy as you prepare breakfast for your boyfriends’ birthday.

A warm hand snakes around you stomach, and you try to turn around to meet him. But his grip holds you still. His lips find your neck and he slowly start leaving kisses, mumbling sweet praises as he does.

“You making all this for me?” His voice is soft and barely above a whisper as he mumbles it into your neck. You smile and finds his soft hair, brushing a lock behind his ear.

“Thought you needed a proper birthday breakfast.” He nibbles softly at the skin behind your ear, and you let out a whimper.

“Be nice.” You sigh, but his teeth just graze your skin again. Sending a shiver down your spine, as your hand grasps his hair trying to pull him away.

“You do something for me, let me return the favour.” His hand on your waist pulls you back against his chest and you can already feel his excitement. His cock already hard in the small of your back, his hands move so they’re holding your waist tightly. He grinds his dick on your ass, and you let a whimper and almost fall forward. He holds you up, his grip so tight on your waist you’re sure they’ll leave marks.

He is so much taller than you, towering over you. Letting him easily watch what you’re doing.

“Maybe you should hold focus on what you’re doing.” He smirks and you let out a yelp, as you realize the pancake is smoking. You rip the pan of the stove and try to send a mean look in Sugurus’ direction, but he is still holding you, making you unable to look at his face.

“I wouldn’t be distracted if it wasn’t for you.” You scold him, and he let out a chuckle.

“Don’t blame me, I barely did anything.” He pulls your hair back from your face and kisses your cheek. He knows exactly what he is doing, and that’s the damn problem. He has too much control over you, he knows you too well. Knows every button to push to get the reaction he wants.

His hand squeezes your waist and presses his crotch against your ass again. You whimper and he bends down to have his lips just besides your ear.

“Maybe we should wait with the rest of the food? Take a break? Let me thank you for making me food?” His voice is soft and so full of lust, having your knees weak in seconds. You wanna give in, but this is his birthday, for once you should be the one taking care of him.

His lips suck a soft mark on your neck, and you let out a gasp, that was all he needed to do and you’re instantly all his. You turn around, he finally lets you, and you look up at his purple eyes. He’s smirking his eyes already dark and full of desire. He looks like he wants to devour you whole, mark every part of you.

He reaches around you and turn the stove off, you already forgot about that part. You’re glad he takes responsibility.

“Do you have a preference?” He looks down at you, barely able to hold himself back. Your thighs press together, god he makes you feel so alive. You whole body is on fire, you want him so much. He stares at you with a certain look and your putty on the floor. His hands are still on your waist holding most of your weight with how weak your knees are.

“I don’t care, I just want you.” You almost beg, and his smirk grows even wider.

“Jump.” You don’t care to think of his demand before you do it, he catches you in the air. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. His cock rubs so perfectly against your core, and you let your head fall on his shoulder at the stimulation.

He takes a few steps and places you on the kitchen island, you let go of his waist and he takes a step back to look at you properly. You’re wearing his shirt and a pair of panties, that’s it. Your nipples are pressing against the fabric, his gazes catch them. He licks his lips and looks back up at you. He’s holding himself back, you know the moment you give him the go, he’s going to be on you.

You press your thighs together, and he detect the small move instantly. You want him so much, if he doesn’t do something soon, you’re going to combust.

“Am I allowed?” His voice is strained as he stares at you wanting an answer. He looks so fucking hot when he’s desperate. You want to tease he him, say no just to make him a bigger mess. But you’re just as desperate as him, and it’s his birthday. So, who are you to deny him.

“Yes.” You pant, his demeanour and voice have you craving him so badly. He moves before you even finish saying the word, and his hand is in your hard. Moving you like he wants you, pulling you face towards his. He smashes his lips onto yours. The kiss is desperate, hungry, and feral. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, and you open for him instantly. You fight for dominance for a second, but his other hand grabs your ass. You let out a soft moan and he uses the leverage to take control of the kiss. You move your hands to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. He massages your ass with his left hand, while his right has moved back to take a good hold of your hair. Pulling your head back and move you like he wants. He has full control.

When you break apart your chest is heaving and you’re gasping for air. His lips are covered in your saliva, he licks them letting the taste of the chocolate, you put in the pancakes, hit his tastebuds. His head is above yours and you must look up at him, even though you’re sitting on the counter he is still taller. He pulls you closer to him, pressing his cock against the tiny piece of fabric covering your pussy.

His hand falls from your hair down to your aching core, he presses a finger against your bundle of nerves, and you moan.

“These panties are useless, you should take them off.” His hand moves to the waistband of the underwear and snaps the elastic against your skin. You let out a soft gasp and he slowly pulls them down.

“Lift your hips?” He says, it sounds like a question, but you know it’s a command. You press yourself up, so he can pull the panties off you. The cold air on hitting your pussy makes you gasp, and he pockets the panties, and you give him a look. He just smiles, playing it off.

His hand cups your boob and you whimper as one of his fingers softly grazes your nipple. His hand moves further down, gripping your thigh, and pushing your legs open.

“Fuck, you’re dripping.” He is looking down, his eyes now fixated on your core, and the way you are slowly dripping on the kitchen counter.

“We should get something to fill that pussy of yours.” His gaze doesn’t falter, as he keeps eyeing your hole. You reach out and take a hold of his bicep. Pulling his arm from your thigh towards your core, he doesn’t resist, and lets you move him like you want. As his fingertips graze your pussy lips, you let out a gasp. You are way more excited than you would ever admit, the way he has you feeling by just a look is almost scary.

“Do you want something princess?” His voice is sultry, as his ring finger runs over your pussy, collecting your wetness on his finger. You whimper at his words and the subtle contact from his fingers have you clenching around nothing.

“You’re so damn wet baby, you want me to help?” His voice is low as he says it against your ear, letting his hand cup your pussy. You gasp as his grip gets tighter, his other hand still on your ass pulling you harder against him.

“Please Sugu.” You whisper pathetically against him, he kisses your neck pulling another gasp from you as his teeth graze your soft skin.

“Someone’s needy.” He presses a finger into your core, pulling a whimper from your lips. His fingers are long and slender and easily find the spot inside you that makes you see stars. He presses against hit, and you moan while clenching around him.

“Let’s get this shirt off you, shall we?” He pulls at the bottom of the shirt you’re wearing, which is by pure coincidence his shirt. You lift your arms, and he pulls the shirt over your head leaving your chest bare.

“You look so perfect without clothes on, you should do it more often.” He chuckles and let his hand fall to your waist. His other hand is still working that spot inside you, making you moan and whimper.

“More… please…” You whine, and he chuckles.

“You want my cock? Is that it?” He asks mockingly, moving his finger in and out of you. You try to piece some words together, but the way his fingers hits that spot, makes it increasingly difficult.

“… I… uhm, I want…” You answer gets interrupted as he adds another finger, and you can’t help but moan. His digits pump in and out of you, while you try to piece together a sentence.

“Come on princess, speak. Tell me what you want? Be good and tell me what you want.” You cry out as his fingers hit your g-spot again.

“I just… ARGH!” His thumb has found your bundle of nerves, circling it roughly, as your scream and clench around his fingers.

“I know you can do it baby, you just need to take a breath and talk to me.” He says against your ear, softly biting the lobe. You take a deep breath and for the third time to try to make a cohesive sentence.

“Okay, I… uhm… I want… I want… I want you.” You finally get out, and his fingers speed up. Rewarding you for how well you did, telling you without words that he’s proud of you. His fingers pull out and you whimper at the loss, but he’s quick to move his fingers to your clit. He runs small circles on it, you cry out and as a desperate way to stabilize yourself you grab a hold of his bicep.

“Let me fill you up? Make you come on my cock, like the slut you are?” He bites down on your neck, and you let out a gasp, he smiles against the skin and licks the wound. Softly soothing the bite and he moans at the weak metallic taste. He pulls his pyjama pants down, letting you look at his already hard cock. The tip is dripping precum, and you want nothing more than him inside.

“You think you can take me baby?” He pushes the head of his cock against your greedy hole, moving it up and down collecting the wetness. He pushes against your clit, you moan, and your grip around his arm tightens.

“I can take it, please just… fuck… please put it in.” You exhale as he dips the tip of his cock into you, barely doing anything. The head only being in a centimetre or two, but the stretch already feels so good. He’s always been big, he has always filled you up so nicely. And no matter how many times he works you on his cock, you will never get used to his size.

“You sure you can take me, you can take me, if I just…” He pushes the tip further in, and you scream. The stretch is on the edge of pain, but he feels so damn good. He fills you so perfectly and he’s not even halfway in. His fingers are still working your clit, making you squirm as he pushes in further.

“You can take me, right? Can take all of me?” He teases pulling out and slamming back in. Bottoming out, and the only thing you can do is scream and moan, squeezing around him and drilling your fingernails into his arms. He leaves it in, letting you adjust to his size and letting you catch a breath.

“Oh, you could take me, what a good girl.” He smirks and looks down at you catching your gaze with his own. His eyes are dark and filled with so many emotions, love and lust are the clearest.

The only problem right now is that this is his birthday, you’re supposed to do something for him. Not the other way around. Any other day, sure. But not today.

“… let me do- do so-something, *gasp* for you.” His cock twitches at your voice and the feeling of him throbbing in you makes it extremely hard to concentrate.

“Yeah? What do you wanna do?” His eyes are studying you, trying to figure out your plan.

“Let me do… the- the- work.” You can barely keep your mind clear enough to make a sentence, you’re nothing but a stuttering mess.

“Alright princess, I’ll let you do the work, but there is a catch. If you can’t make yourself, come in the next ten minutes, ill tie you up. Deal?” He always has the worst ideas, actually the best, but you won’t ever admit that. You’re not going to lose in this situation, no matter what happens. It’s really a win-win situation. But for once you want to be the one taking care of him, so you’re going to do everything in your power to make you both come.

“Deal.” He smiles and lifts you from the kitchen top. You wrap your legs around his waist and his hands hold you up under your ass and he moves to the bedroom. He’s carrying you with ease, you weigh nothing to him.

He throws you down on the bed, and you let out a yelp. He crawls on top of you, caging you with his body. He presses his pelvis down against your exposed cunt, and you whimper at the contact.

“No, no, no.” He stops, scared that he did something wrong, and you send him a reassuring smile. You caress his cheek with your hand, and he leans into it.

“The deal was I made you feel good, it feels kinda like the opposite right now.”

“Nope the deal was that you were in control, but the goal was still to make yourself feel good.” You pout and he can’t resist that cute face. He places a soft kiss on your lips and the pout quickly turns into a smile.

“Okay fine, but I’m in control and I’ve decided I’m on top.” You say trying to seem stern, but Sugurus effortless dom-energy is kind of hard to top.

“Alright princess, how do you want me?” You try to flip him onto his back so you can get on top, but he doesn’t move at all. He leans down his lips right beside your ear.

“You’re gonna need to tell me what you want, or you’re gonna need to be stronger if you want to manhandle me.” He teases and you want to strangle him, in mostly a good way.

“Fuck you!” You almost yells, and his face breaks into a crooked smile.

“Is that a request?” His lips still right against your ear, makes a shiver run down your spine.

“Just fucking lay on your back.” You push at his chest, still laying under him. He could easily take control and do anything he wants with you. And you wouldn’t mind one bit. But you made a deal, and he keeps his word.

He sits back up, and throws himself down beside you on his back, so you can finally get on top. Your hands move to his chest and takes a hard grip before you swing your leg over him so you’re straddling him. His cock is just touching you and you can barely think straight. But you need to, if you’re going to win this, you need to keep yourself together.

You take his cock in your hand, angling it so the tip is pushing against your cunt. You slowly sink down, he has already been inside, but the stretch is still there. You sink further down, and he fills you up in a way that makes your eyes roll back. And he’s not even halfway in.

“You need help princess?” He smirks up at you, and your eyes find his. You don’t want his help, you can do this yourself. You know you can. But he knows how much you love when he takes control, and he can barely keep himself still. You feel so fucking good, not even fully seated. He would never admit it, but he’s just as desperate as you, maybe even more. He loves the feeling of your pussy, he loves the feeling of you, all of you.

“Baby if you don’t sit down soon, I’m not gonna wait for the ten minutes to pass.” You’re torn, fuck you want to be the one taking care of him, but for him to tie you up and fuck you till you can’t walk. Is a dream too. But you won’t give up, not when he’s finally letting you be in charge.

“I can do it… I-I-I can do it. I know I can.” You whimper as you press yourself further down, moaning and gasping as he fills you even more.

“I’m waiting princess, also you only have three minutes left.” He grins and the time running out has you trying to get down faster. You lift yourself up, to fall back down. His hips snap up into you. You scream as he finally settles inside, filling you up fully. A groan leaving his lips, as he finally bottoms out. His hands move to your hips, softly caressing your skin, soothing you with his soft touches.

“So good baby, you’re doing so well, I’m so proud of you. Feels so good on my cock. Fuck baby you feel so good.” His voice is close to a whimper, and you smile to yourself. Victory.

“Fuck Sugu, you feel even better.” You’re not daring to move, wanting to adjust to his size for a second. You slowly grind down, and he groans as a whimper leaves your lips. His pelvis pressing against your clit, makes you clench around him, and another groan comes from his mouth. You’re just about to lift your hips to slam back down when he interrupts.

“Times up.” He throws you around and you barely get to blink before he’s on top. Fuck you love when he manhandles you, throwing you around and moving you like he wants. Using you for his own pleasure, but always making you cum so many times you can’t keep track.

“Aww poor baby, you thought you could be in control? You thought you could take me? You thought you could make yourself feel good without my help?” His dick is still deep in you, and you clench around him at his words. His head falls into the crook of your neck as he groans and breathes heavily.

“Do that again, and you won’t be able to walk for the next week.” He says between clenched teeth, you whimper at his words and clench around him again, and you are not sure if it was on purpose or not. Maybe a bit of both.

“That was dumb, baby.” His hips snap back and sets a brutal pace. Hammering into you, making you moan and scream as his cock hits your g-spot again and again. The tension in your body is already building, your legs shaking and a stream of sounds leaving your lips. He has you so close to coming, almost instantly, and he does it with such ease. It’s almost scary.

His arms are caging you, while his hips are pounding you into the mattress. You are clawing at his back, certain to leave marks. He doesn’t care, he kind of loves them. Making sure people know he’s yours and you’re his. His lips find your neck, biting down, drawing a scream from your lips. He sucks on the bite, making sure to leave a prominent mark.

“Fuck princess, you close? I can feel you clenching around me, trying to hold me in you. You don’t wanna let me go, huh?” He groans against your neck, and the tension building in your body is so close to snapping. You just need a little more.

“Please Sugu, just a little more… I’m so close!” You scream the last part as his pace speeds up, and one of his hands find your swollen clit. Rubbing it in rough circles, his dick continually hitting the spot inside you that makes you see stars.

“Fuck baby… come, please… fuck… come for me…” He’s almost whimpering in your neck as he begs you to come. He wants to feel you come on his cock, he loves the feeling so much. He loves you so much.

His cock hits your g-spot again, and that’s all you need. Your legs shake and your eyes roll into the back of your head. You scream and clench around him, your vision going black as you spasm. It hits you like a wave, as you continue to scream. He works you through your orgasm, not slowing the pace of his hips or the circling on your clit. You keep coming, not even being able to think as he continues his torture on your body.

You gasp for air, as you finally calm down. Suguru’s biting his lip, doing anything in his power to not come right there. Fuck he is close, he can barely move without busting his load in you. But you need at least an orgasm more before he can come. His hips have slowed down, and his attack on your clit has stopped. He is barely moving, trying to hold himself together. You notice the restrain on him, and in no way is that fair. You got to come, now it’s his turn.

You move your hips to make friction on his cock. Arching your back, so your pussy can take his cock. You clench around him, on purpose this time, drawing a gasp from his lips. He bites down on your neck to try and punish you for the bratty action. You whimper but doesn’t stop. Slowly working him towards an orgasm.

“You need to come Sugu, it’s your birthday.” You whine, feeling so overstimulated from his fucking. But nothing can make you stop in this moment. He needs to feel good. It’s his birthday after all. You can’t be the only one to feel good.

“You’re such a fucking brat, you know that?” He lifts his head so he can look down at you, his eyes wild as they find yours. You can see the desperation on his face, he wants to come so bad. He just wants to make you feel good first, he’s dumb if he doesn’t understand he already did.

“Please Sugu, please, please, please. You need to feel good. Wanna make you feel good. Please Sugu.” You murmur, still working yourself on his cock. The stretch feels so good, the way his cock drags along you walls. Fuck you never want this moment to stop.

“Come on, please Sugu. I’ll do anything, just tell me what you want me to do?” You whimper, trying to convince him to come. He stares at your face for a second, before a sinister smirk appears on his face.

“Anything, huh? You would let me do anything, make you do anything? You want my cum so bad?” His voice is deep and lustful, as his eyes scan your face.

“Mmh, anything.” You nod, trying to prove how much you would do for him. Fuck you just want him to feel good too. And if it made you feel good too, then no harm done.

“Then I think I’m gonna stick to the tying you up.” You shake your head at his words, and he stops in his tracks.

“What?!” His voice is stern, but with a hint of concern.

“You’re the one who needs to feel good, not me.” You mumble, and he barely hears you.

“You don’t think I’ll enjoy seeing you tied up, completely at my mercy. Not able to do anything, but take what I give you. Oh, baby you have misunderstood something.” His lips are on yours, pressing you into the bed with his weight. His hand is in your hair, angling your face like he wants. Attacking you tongue with his own. You moan in his mouth, and he swallows it hungrily.

“You can do what you want with me, but you have to feel good yourself.” You point your finger at his face, he takes it in his own hand and presses it into the bed.

“Deal princess.” He finds you other hand with his and presses them into the bed over your head. He takes them in one hand, so his other can run down your chest and grab a boob. You moan as he rolls the nipple between his fingers, bending down so he can suck it into his mouth. You moan at the contact, and as his teeth graze the sensitive bud you wanna pull him away. But the hand holding yours in place, makes it impossible.

“Let’s get you strapped in.” He moves up so he can reach the handcuffs hanging on either side of the bed. He pulls your hand to it and closes the restrain around your wrist. He moves over to the other side and repeats the action.

“Legs too?” He looks down at you, from the position above you. You nod slowly, and a smirk grows on his face.

“Good girl.” He pats your cheek, moving down to your feet to restrain them too. He secures the other cuffs around your ankles, and you’re now completely at his mercy. Not able to do anything without his help. He loves you like this, he can do whatever he wants with you, and you can only scream his name.

“Remember our safeword?” His smile is soft as he waits for you to answer, you nod.

“No, I need you to say it, to make sure.” His gaze is serious, as he waits for you to say the simple word.

“Pineapple.” You say clearly to make sure he hears.

“Good job princess, you ready? Want me to fuck you?” You whimper at his words, and nod eagerly which draws a laugh from the man. He climbs back on the bed, pressing a knee against your core. Drawing a moan from your lips, as he bends down to catch your lips with his own. He bites your lip, and you moan into the kiss. He smiles, he glides his tongue on your bottom lip. You open your mouth as on command, and he quickly takes control of the kiss. Not that you can actually fight back.

His hand is in your hair, pulling you closer against him. His thigh hits your clit, and you moan loudly into his mouth. He swallows the sounds hungrily, pressing his thigh harder against you.

“Fuck, your moans are so hot princess.” He pulls back, letting you breathe. You try to pull him closer with your legs, but the cuffs hold you down against the bed. He turns is gaze to look at your legs, smirking as he looks back at you.

“You want something baby? You seem a little eager-, no scratch that, -desperate for me.” His hand glides down your neck, further down your stomach, to stop right above your pussy.

“I’m betting on you being soaked, am I correct?” You don’t get to answer his question before his fingers dips into you, pulling a moan from your throat. He collects your wetness on his fingers, grazing your clit on the way up. You gasp and he lifts his hand to his mouth, licking your release of his digits. He moans at the taste, keeping eye contact while he sucks on his fingers.

“You taste so fucking good princess. But now I think it’s time to fill you with my cum.” He pull his knee back so he can lay his hips between your thighs, grinding his cock against your slit. You whimper as his tip hits your clit. You pull on the handcuffs, wanting to touch him.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, baby you know that’s just annoying, if you want something, ask nicely.” He says it so condescendingly you can’t help but laugh.

“Something funny, brat.” He spits the last words, this no good, you made him annoyed. But you can’t stop, you love teasing him, drawing a reaction from him.

“Oh it’s just funny you think you can make me ask nicely.” You smirk and a sinister smile plays on his lips, his arms are caging you and he lowers himself, so his lips are right outside your ear.

“Baby, I can make you do so much more than just ask nicely.” His voice sends a shiver down your spine, and you try to press your thighs together, but the damn fucking restrains keeps your legs open.

“I’m gonna make you beg for my cock. You’re going to be a moaning mess in five minutes, I can guarantee it, you won’t be able to do anything but scream my name.” You bite your lip, trying to keep the noises in check. Fuck he can’t know how much of an effect he has on you.

“I d-don’t believe it.” You try to say with the most confidence, but it comes out more like a whimper than a challenge. But he takes the bait none the less.

“You don’t think I can baby?” He takes his phone from the bedside table, he taps on the phone a few times. He turns it around so you can look at it, it’s a timer set to 5 minutes.

“I’ll turn this on, if you beg for me before the timer ends, I win. And if you can keep strong, you win.” His voice is like poison as he whispers the bet in your ear, you nod instantly. You know you’ve got this, it’s five minutes, you can keep strong for five minutes.

“Let’s begin.” He presses start on the timer, and it’s counting down. He puts it back on the nightstand, and all his attention is on you again.

Your position is still quite vulnerable, as his rough hands slowly runs over your body. His hands reach your thighs, massaging them roughly. You try to press them together, but the damn cuffs refrain you from doing it. His thumb presses down on your clit, and you can’t help a moan from escaping. You lift your head to stare at your boyfriends’ innocent expression, he smiles. He moves back so his head is between your thighs, smiling up at you before he licks your slit. You whimper at the feeling, and his thumb continue the small circles on your clit.

His tongue moves in and out of your pussy, making you clench around it. He laps at your juices, sucking and flicking his tongue. His thumb speeds up, and you moan throwing your head back, as his tongue licks your walls. He knows what he’s doing, he always did, he always knew exactly what to do to make you come.

He eats you out like a man starving, he tongue-fucks you, moaning and groaning into your pussy. The vibration makes you scream, and he only takes it as a sign to keep going. He keeps drawing screams and moans from you, he removes his thumb so his mouth can give attention to your swollen clit. He licks it softly, and its already too much. You’re so overstimulated, but this man doesn’t seem to care. He sucks the small bud into his mouth, softly grazing it with his teeth and you scream.

You clench around air, and fuck you want him inside. You want him to fill you up, just something to soothe the ache in your core. You bite your lip as he sucks on your clit again, you pull on the handcuffs wanting to take a grip of his hair. His eyes meet yours, and you can see his mouth and jaw covered in your wetness.

He looks so fucking hot like that, between your thighs covered in you. He continues his assault on your clit, and you can feel the tension in your body building. You lift your ass from the mattress, pushing your pussy in his face, trying to get the small amount of stimulation to tip you over the edge. He presses you down back into the mattress, his hand on your stomach, keeping you where he wants you.

“Don’t interrupt me.” He snarls the noise coming deep from his throat, and you don’t dare say something back. His tongue continues lapping at your clit, and you’re almost there. You’re moaning and whimpering and Suguru knows exactly how close you are. Your heels are pressing into the mattress, and your hands are clenched into fist.

“Come for me princess.” You don’t need to be told twice, and a final lick on your clit has you coming. You scream as your eyes roll into the back of your head, and you see stars. Your legs shake and you wanna close them but to no avail. You arch your back, but he keeps you on the mattress. You whimper and scream as his tongue works you through your orgasm, sucking and lapping all your release from your poor pussy.

Your chest is heaving and you’re gasping for air, as you finally come back to earth. He lifts himself up on his elbows, your released smeared over his chin. He just grins as you look at him, a hand softly caressing your thigh.

“Good job princess, you did such a good job. I’m proud of you.” He moves up so he can kiss you, it’s soft and slow. Filled with love and affection. You can taste yourself on his lips, and his hand has moves up to hold your waist while the other is holding him up. He’s breathing heavily, his face right above your own. He sounds so fucking hot. He looks so fucking hot.

“What about you?” Your voice is small, you have been to occupied by your own pleasure, you completely forgot his.

“What about me?” He asks back, still only a few centimetres from you.

“You haven’t been feeling good.” You lock eyes with him, feeling almost guilty about the fact that you forgot about him. He laughs, a genuine, soft laugh.

“You don’t think I’ve felt good.” He flicks his fingers on your forehead, “are you okay in there? I felt fucking amazing, you make me feel so amazing, I don’t need to come to feel good.” He leans closer, his lips softly touching yours as he says.

“But if you wanna know, I was close to coming in my pants from just your taste and your moans. Don’t ever underestimate how good you make me feel.” You lift your head so you can press your lips roughly against his. He takes control instantly, making you moan into the kiss, as his tongue moves against your own.

“It seems like someone wants more, still?” He mumbles it against your lips. You moan against him, hoping that’s enough of an answer for him to take care of the ache inside you.

The timer going off interrupts you both, and you laugh. He reaches over and stops the annoying ringing tone.

“I won. I fucking won. Hehe.” You would do a victory dance if you could, but the damn cuffs.

“I guess you did princess, what do you want as reward?” You look up at him, a smiling curling your lips. He looks a happy, but a bit on edge, you know how much he hates to lose.

“I want you...” Your voice is small, and you can barely get the words out.

“You’re gonna need to be more specific baby.” He smirks, know exactly how much this affects you, and he know exactly what you want. He just wanna hear you say it.

“Fuck you.” You snap at him, and his smirk only grows wider.

“As you wish.” He moves his hips between your legs, pressing the head of his cock against you pussy. He doesn’t waste time and he quickly push into you. There is no resistance this time, and he easily bottoms out. You moan and clench around him, and he groans as you do.

“Fuck your pussy feels good baby, so fucking wet for me.” He mumbles, breathing heavily as he adjusts to the feeling of being inside you.

“Please move.” You beg and he whimpers into your neck as you clench around him, your pussy begging for some kind of friction. He moves, pulling almost all the way out before pounding back into you. You moan and he slowly pulls out again, dragging his cock against your walls.

He sets a rough pace, pumping into you. Hitting your spot again and again, your eyes roll back, and your vision goes blurry. He feels so fucking good, his cock feels so damn good. And he fucking knows how to use it. His hips are slamming on your pelvis, and the constant friction on your clit, from the way his pelvis rubs against you, has you fucking close again.

This man has a power over you, a power that makes you so damn weak. So damn quick. A whimper leaves his lips, and you know he’s close to. You wrap your arms around his neck pulling him down, his lips meet yours. The kiss is desperate, and it’s kind of hard to concentrate on it. While his cock is beating your pussy, trying to make you a mess. You know he wasn’t kidding when he said you wouldn’t walk for a week. You’re not going to be able to walk at all.

“Please come in me Sugu, fuck, fuck, fuck, please, please, please, come, fuck, please come in me.” You’re a moaning mess, and Suguru is way too close to deny you your reward again.

“Only if you come with me.” His voice is rough, and his rhythm is getting sloppy, you know he can’t last much longer.

“Okay... FUCK! Okay, deal, deal, just please…” Your nails are scratching his neck, leaving prominent marks. His hand moves down to circle your clit, his hand is brutal. He doesn’t care about anything but your high, he needs you to come, before he even thinks of himself. But he can’t hold it in much longer. He needs your release.

He grinds his hips against your pussy, and the friction on your clit, makes you come immediately. You scream and claw at his back, whimpering and moaning as you squeeze around his cock. He lets himself go, and his cum paints your walls white. He groans and whimpers as his head is buried in the crook of your neck. He is pressing his pelvis against you, enjoying the moment of bliss as your pussy spasms and he continue to fill you up.

He lets his weight fall on you, relaxing into your touch. You softly scratch his back, barely able to keep your eyes open. He snuggles closer to you, his arms wrapping around your torso. His dick is still stretching you out, he may have a tiny bit of a breeding kink, with the way he loves to fill you with everything he’s got.

The feeling of him all around you, is the feeling of home. You feel so safe in his arms, and you could drift off to dreamland.

An alarm goes off, his high pitched and you both groan in unison.

“Don’t wanna get up.” He mumbles against your skin, and you laugh softly.

“If there’s a fire we need to get up.” You try to push him off you, but he’s too damn strong.

“Sugu, fire. Up. Now.” He groans but slowly gets up, he takes a deep breath and his face contracts in a grimace.

“It’s smell like the thing burning is in here.” You let out a yelp, desperately trying to get up.

“Fuck, no, no, no, the damn croissants, I made you croissants. They’re in the oven. I… fuck!” You stand up, but your legs immediately give out. Sugurus’ arms catch you and a soft expression is painting his features.

“You’re so cute baby, let me take care of it.” He makes you sit down in the bed and leaves to take care of the mess you arranged. Fuck you’re dumb sometimes, but to be honest, it’s all Sugurus fault. If it wasn’t for him, you wouldn’t have been distracted.

Maybe the end is a little rushed, but I'm really happy about it turned out. So I hope you liked it <3

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pholla-jm · 2 months

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Hair Care

IMAGINE: HAIR CARE~ SUGURU X READER GENRE: FLUFF cw: established relationship ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Geto doesn’t really get relaxing days, but there was definitely a day that he looked forward to.

The days where you forced him to take care of his hair.

At first, he didn’t really care for it much and he thought it was a hassle.

Until you did most of the work. You washed his hair, combed it, oiled it, and did hair masks. His favorite part is when you give his scalp a massage.

“Sugu~” You sweetly call out to him. He knows that tone and he looks forward to it everytime.

A small smile graces his face when he hears your voice. He doesn’t even argue with you about this task anymore.

You lead him to a chair that was in front of the sink. You don’t even need to tell him what to do now.

Suguru reaches up to tug the hair band out of his hair, the long locks cascading down his back. He sits down in the chair, tilts his head back while moving the hair into the sink. His eyes were closed ready for the wonderful experience of hair day.

A giggle escapes your lips and one of Suguru’s eyes peeks open just a bit to look at you. “What’s so funny?” “Nothing… remember you used to hate when I did your hair?”

An exhale leaves his lips and he closes his eyes again. “Are you going to do my hair or not?” “Right, right. I’m sorry.” You stifle your laughter by biting your lip and you turn the water on.

After making sure the water was at the right temperature, you wet his hair. You then grab the shampoo and start to lather it into his hair while massaging his scalp.

You knew that this was his favorite part. You could tell by the way he hums in content and how his body completely relaxes at your touch. You usually spend a little longer massaging his scalp because of this.

After shampooing and conditioning his hair, you brought him up to dry his hair off. After drying his hair, you add oils to the end of his hair, apply serums and brush out his hair. At the end his hair looked and felt luscious.

“There, all done.” You say while running your hands through his hair. Suguru stands up with a content smile on his face. “Thank you, my love.” He bends down to place a kiss on your lips.

Suguru pulls away, putting his hair back up into a bun.

“Remember, you can’t touch my hair. I don’t want your oils to dirty my hair.”

A disbelieved laugh leaves your lips. You had only told him that once, and it was the first time you did his hair. And you really couldn’t believe that he was telling you this now.

“What have I created…”

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wmuffy · 2 months

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2:14AM:; define love pairing:; geto suguru; fluff content! summary:; love, typically it takes the experience to understand the significance | lower case intended wc: 804

2:14AM

BANG BANG BANG

is it getting annoying yet? nah.

her eyes instantly cracks open and she’s shooting to sit up within her bed. it’s too damn late.. it’s always too damn late.

“sugu?” her words are hushed.. mumbles as she practically speaks to herself rubbing the palm of her hand against her eyes in an attempt to knock the blur from her sight.

it doesn’t take long for her to slide out the bed and the chillin wood panels of her flooring to send a jolt up her spine. she groans aloud as she’s slugging to her dorm door and clicking the lock open.

time hardly passes when a hand is slipping within the room before the person itself, time hardly passes before suguru has his arms around yn’s waist and his head in the crook of her neck.. no, time hardly ever passes when she’s with him. or at least she wishes it doesn’t.

“you have to stop doing this.” she’s still mumbling, her eyes are still hazy and she’s still extremely exhausted. but she’ll stay up for awhile longer, suguru is here.

“i’m sorry, pretty.” pretty, he’s always called her pretty. he says it so much it’s beginning to get overlooked as a compliment and seen as her new name.. yeah, that’s her new name.

her weight practically falls on him, he chuckles slightly and if love had a sound it’ll probably sound like that. or maybe it does? who knows. “did i wake you?” his voice is music to her ears, clique? i know, but it’s real.

“mm.” she hums and she knows every thought she ever has of him he can reciprocate and say he’s had it of her just by the way he pulls her in tighter. “i’m sorry.” he mumbles but this time his lips touch her neck after he speaks.

her chest instantly heats. no matter how many times his lips touched her she believes she’ll light up everytime. “satoru forgot to put up the curtain again.. you know yaga, lecturing n’ shit.” he shakes his head lightly in her neck slightly recalling the event.

it’s astonishing how they’re now third years and satoru still fails to lift the curtain.. but that’s besides the point.

yn chuckles slightly before she’s backing herself away from the male, he looks as if he stopped by his dorm before arriving to hers. his hair looks freshly washed and he’s not dressed in his uniform. he smiles slightly before his hand lands on the top of her head.

“we should get some sleep.” he says, and he’s shutting the door with his other hand. he locks it without even looking away from her and it’s obvious how many times they’ve found themself in this predicament.

it’s odd honestly. odd how no matter how independent she is and how rebellious she finds herself to be suguru is capable of silencing her almost every single time. there is no smart remarks, there is no ‘i’ll do it myself’ when he’s there to tell her he’ll do it before she even thinks of it.

it’s so odd how one person was capable of having her act like those cheesy couples you’d see walking the streets holding hands that used to make her cringe. hell, if she knew how it felt being that cheesy couple years ago she’d never dare speak foul on them.

if she knew the feeling of a man much larger than her holding her into his chest as if she was the most delicate and fragile antique piece of art on the market every single night, the idea of speaking down on those couples would never even surface her mind.

“are you hot?” his voice is quiet as he shifts besides her tangling his legs with hers. his arm thrown around her middle as he holds the blanket close to the two of them. her head is placed besides his chest as her knees are tucked within him, her hum tells him she’s fine. “okay.” he mumbles and his head falls atop of hers.

if she knew how rich love felt the second she first blinked her eyes she’d never in her life ever question why that girl always act like a child when she’s with her significant other. if she knew how rich love felt never would she have questioned why that girl allowed her significant other chance after chance to redeem himself. because never in her life did she believe love could allow one to feel as if life was perfect when in reality it crumbled behind them.

love. she hopes everybody can experience this one day.

“i love you.” he mumbles and his lips touch the top of her head, that warm feeling resurfaces in her chest.

“i love you too.” she reciprocates.

this is love.

first time doing a timestamp and no i dont know if i did it right :D trying to pretend like i know what im doing on here when in reality i dont know shit, also i made this in like 20 mins and didn’t proof read so if you see errors please point them out to me! thank you all sm for the support!

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todayisawthewhxlewxrld · 9 months

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"you can do whatever you want, you're not Stuck With Me."

"i'll tell you one thing, we'd make history, you and me. you're getting closer now, it's getting better now, but you're still so far gone."

synopsis// bottled up feelings have to come out eventually.

pairing// suguru geto x gn!reader

word count// 8k

contents// angst with a happy ending, college!au, literally just y/n and geto being idiots but mostly y/n, shoko only knows tough love, obligatory rain scene, friends to lovers, ooc geto?

notes// scorpions are haunting me so i’m posting this as a distraction. anyways one of my anons requested this!!! so anon i hope i did ur idea justice and that u like it sorry its kinda all over the place.... anywho so besides this being a request, it was also inspired by the song the point by eatmewhileimhot! bye :3 OH and if anyone else has any other requests feel free to lmk!!

You poke at your food, focusing on the sound your fork makes as it scrapes against your plate instead of whatever the person sitting across from you is saying. You know you should pay attention; you know you’re being rude, but god, are you bored out of your fucking mind. You would much rather be hanging out with Suguru right now, feeling a twinge of regret at turning him down just for this.

“Y/N?”

Your head raises to look at the person in front of you. “Huh?”

They laugh nervously. “Did you hear anything I just said?”

You frown sheepishly. “Uh, no, sorry.”

“It’s fine,“ they say, clearing their throat, “I was just saying how I kinda wish we went somewhere else cause I'm craving zaru soba, but I wanted to impress you, you know?”

You nod, not computing the last of his sentence with your brain stuck on the mention of zaru soba. “Suguru likes that.”

“What?”

“Zaru soba—Suguru likes that.”

Your date shoots you a confused stare, and you subconsciously sink into your chair.

“Is, uh, is there something on my face or?” you ask, bringing your hands up to feel around your face.

They shake their head. “No, it’s just—uh, you bring up this Suguru guy a lot, and by a lot, I mean like you’ve brought him up this whole date...”

“I have?”

They nod.

“Shit—i’m sorry..”

“It’s fine.” They dismiss your apology by asking, “What is he to you anyway?”

You stare at him blankly. That’s an easy question. Suguru, to you, is your—he’s your—

“He your friend or something?”

Yes! Suguru is your friend—your best friend even—so why can't you say it out loud? Why are you hesitating?

You laugh nervously, mumbling, “Or something...”

“Or something?” they repeat in hopes you’ll elaborate on what you mean.

You don’t.

Instead, you stand abruptly out of your seat and gather your things. “Um! You know, this has been really great and all, but I actually think I should get going.”

"Oh, okay,” they say, standing up with you. “Uh, do you wanna do this again maybe?”

“You're a lovely person, but...

“It's Suguru, isn't it?”

“What?” You almost choke on your spit as you frantically stammer, “No, uh, no! It's not Suguru-Suguru’s just my-it's-“ you pause for a moment, taking a deep breath to calm yourself down. “It's not because of him.”

They curtly hum. “Thanks for giving me a chance anyway.”

You nod. “I'm gonna—I'm gonna go.”

☆☆☆☆

Suguru is face down on a pillow on his bed when Gojo walks into their shared dorm.

“What happened now?” He asks as he goes to sit on the edge of Suguru’s bed.

“Y/N’s on a date,” he grumbles into the pillow, his words barely audible.

Gojo rolls his eyes. "Suguru, this is just sad at this point.”

Suguru lifts his head and glares at Gojo from over his shoulder. His eyes burning holes into the other's head.

“What? It is!”

Suguru groans and kicks Gojo as he buries his face back into his pillow.

“Ow! Don’t get mad at me for telling the truth!”

Suguru kicks him again.

“Stop that! You’re acting like a child!”

“You’re one to talk.”

“Ok, listen, this isn’t about me,” Gojo adds, rolling his eyes.

Suguru rolls onto his back and drapes an arm over his face, muttering, “Whatever.”

“Oh my fucking god,” Gojo grumbles as he stands up and walks over to his own bed. “I can't take this, Suguru.“ He grabs his pillow and throws it at Suguru. "You can't do this every time they go on a date!”

Suguru doesn’t even flinch when the pillow lands on his face, nor does he bother moving it as he responds, “Watch me.”

Gojo walks back over to Suguru and grabs the pillow from his face before resuming his position on the end of Suguru's bed. "How long has it been?”

“Since?”

“Since you first started liking them.”

Suguru hesitates to answer, “Too long.”

“Exactly!” Gojo exclaims, shaking the pillow in his hands for dramatic effect. “Maybe…”

Suguru waits a moment to see if Gojo will finish his sentence, and when he doesn’t, Suguru sits up, quirking up his eyebrow at him as he asks slowly, as if attempting to subtly warn Gojo to pick his next words carefully: "Maybe what, Gojo?”

“Maybe it’s time to try and move on, Suguru…” He frowns and asks softly, “Are you just gonna torture yourself like this for the rest of your life?”

Suguru sighs and turns away from Gojo, a small frown on his face. He knows he’s right, but he’s scared in all honesty because, on the one hand, what if it works? What if he actually does move on? What if it was this easy to move on this whole time and he was just here torturing himself for nothing? And on the other hand, he doesn't want it to. He’s liked you for so long. You've taken up so much of his heart that, at this point, he thinks his heart is shaped like you, and it would feel wrong to not like you. He can't imagine himself not being completely and utterly devoted to you, and he doesn’t think he wants to.

“Suguru.”

Suguru's brows knit together as he looks up at Gojo.

Gojo sighs. “Just try? One date. That’s all I’m asking.”

Suguru rolls his eyes, but there’s no real malice behind it. “I don’t even know anybody, Gojo.”

He perks up at the absence of rejection and happily explains, “Don’t worry bout that; leave it all up to me!" He emphasizes the word 'me' by pointing toward himself.

“Ok, well, that makes me even more inclined to say no.”

"Suguru, pleaseee,” Gojo begs. “Just one date!! That’s all I’m asking! You’re my friend, Suguru, and I know I don’t act like it, but I really do hate seeing you like this.”

Suguru crosses his arms and raises his eyebrow at him in suspicion, wondering, “Why are you being nice?”

“Because, contrary to popular belief, I do in fact care about my friends.”

Suguru breathes out heavily at his response, letting a brief silence wash over them.

“So..." Gojo pries.

“Fine.”

“Yay!-“

Suguru instantly cuts him off, one finger raised, as he emphasizes sharply, “But just one date, Gojo.“

“Good enough for me!” he says, nodding quickly. “This will be the best date of your life, and you’ll realize you don’t even like Y/N all that much!”

Suguru feels like the wind’s been knocked out of him from that statement but quickly plays it off with a scoff, “Yeah, or it’s the worst date of my life, and I realize just how much more I like Y/N.”

“Ok, well,“ Gojo frowns and scratches his head awkwardly, “Can we at least try to be optimistic?”

“Fine.”

☆☆☆☆

Shoko’s sitting on her bed with her textbook in her lap when you enter your dorm, kicking your shoes off haphazardly across the room and slamming the door shut.

“You good?”

You groan in response as you sluggishly make your way toward her, pushing the book off her lap and instead replacing it with your head.

She looks down at you with a raised eyebrow. “I was reading that, you know.”

You groan again, but this time it comes out louder and more gutteral.

“Are you gonna tell me what's wrong, or are you gonna just lay here in my lap groaning?” she asks, rolling her eyes.

You pout, looking up at her. “Is there something wrong with me?”

“Where should I start?”

“Shoko,” you whine.

She bites back a smile as she asks, “Why would you think something's wrong with you?”

“I don’t know,” you mutter. “I mean, I go on so many dates, right?”

Shoko nods and hums something in acknowledgment.

“But they all never end up working out! Like none of them!” You exclaim, throwing your hands out in front of you, barely missing Shoko, who jerks her head to the side just in time. “They always all say the same thing.”

She pushes your hands back down so that she can return to her original position and asks, “Which is?”

You let your hands fall onto your chest as you turned your head to the side to avoid her gaze, mumbling, “That I mention Suguru a lot.”

You don’t even have to look back up at her to know she’s raising her eyebrows at you in question.

“Well, do you?”

Your gaze snaps back up at her as you exclaim, “Yeah, but!” You pause. “He's my… He's my best friend, so obviously I'd mention him a lot!”

The word best friend feels heavy and foreign in your mouth, like it shouldn’t have been there in the first place. You’ve never had to put a label on you and Suguru, not until the dates at least, but even then, you and Suguru were just... simply that. You were just you and Suguru.

“Really feeling the love here.”

“Shokoooooo.”

She rolls her eyes. “You were just on a date, right?”

You nod.

“And so what happened?”

“Nothing! I was bored; I'm always bored on these dates.”

"Okay, hypothetically,” she says, “What would you have rather been doing?”

“Hanging out with Suguru! I always tell myself that I'm literally gonna stop canceling on him for dates because I always end up regretting it.”

“Right, right,” she says, nodding. “Y/N, have you ever considered that maybe you like Geto?”

You roll your eyes. “Of course I like Suguru, idiot. Did you not just hear me call him my-“

She cuts you off: “Your best friend. Yeah, whatever; that's not what I mean. I mean, like. romantically.”

“Huh?” Shoko’s words take a minute to fully register in your brain, but once they do, your jaw drops. “Huh?! Pft, no, of course not, that is... That is a… That is a silly thought.”

She stares down at you blankly, knowing the way you just stumbled over your whole sentence reveals your lack of conviction in your own words. "Right… Well, if you’re gonna be an idiot in denial, can you do that in your own bed? I need to study.”

You roll your eyes as you sit up. “Is studying all you do?”

She shrugs, and now that her lap is free from you, she places her textbook back into her lap. “Is obsessing over Geto all you do?”

“I don't like you.”

“You love me. Now leave me alone.”

You begrudgingly hop off her bed and into your own, making it a point to sigh dramatically the whole time. Once you're in your own bed, your phone goes off, and upon seeing who the message is from, you bite back a smile.

Shoko looks up from her textbook at the noise. “Oh? That your man?”

“Shut your mouth.”

She simply laughs under her breath before returning to her studies, and you happily return your attention back to your phone.

Suguru<3: hey

Y/N: hey!

Suguru<3: oh I didn't expect you to reply so quick lol. I thought u were on a date?

Y/N: was :/ that shit suckedddddd it was so boring Suguru pls I would've much rather hung out with you

Suguru<3: well I mean u could've

Y/N: I KNOWWWW ugh next time remind me to never cancel on you for a lame date again k?

Suguru<3: yeah I will… so I'm taking it you won't be seeing them again?

Y/N: definitely not... I do wanna see u again tho!!

Suguru<3: you'll see me in class y/n

Y/N: yeah but that's so far awayyyyy

Suguru<3: yk if u wanna hangout rn u can just say so

Y/N: do u wanna hang out?

Suguru<3: he can't he's busy -gojo

Y/N: gojo when I get my hands on u.

Suguru<3: :p -gojo

You groan dramatically and throw your phone somewhere onto your bed as you shove your face into your pillow, mumbling, “I'm going to sleep.”

“Eager to see your man tomorrow?”

“Die.”

☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。

Gojo and Suguru are walking to class when Gojo starts humming obnoxiously, like he’s thinking about something and wants someone to notice, so he doesn’t stop until Suguru sighs.

“Can you shut up?”

Gojo frowns and feigns hurt. “Aren’t you gonna ask me what I’m thinking about?”

“Fine, what are you thinking about, Gojo?”

Gojo slightly leans in toward Suguru as he coos, “Thinking about who I’m gonna set you up with, obviously!”

"Oh, right about that...”

“Nuh uh, you can't back out!”

“But I think they might feel the same?” Suguru says, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

Gojo’s head whips toward Suguru in shock. “Wait huh?”

“Before you stole my phone yesterday—which I’m still mad about, by the way—they said they would’ve rather hung out with me than go on the date,” he says, pulling out his phone to show Gojo the texts.

Gojo doesn’t say anything, and the lack of anything coming out of his mouth worries Suguru, who’s now scanning Gojo’s face for a trace of anything to tell him what the other is thinking and gets it when Gojo finally cracks a frown.

“What? Why do you look like that?” Suguru asks, and he hates how it comes out more panicked than he intended, his own voice like nails on a chalkboard to his ears.

“I don't wanna say anything that would get your hopes up,” Gojo says, his gaze now fixed on his steps. “And besides, maybe this date could still be good.”

“You’re not gonna let me get out of this, are you?”

“Of course not!” he says, his regular pep back in his step. “So does tomorrow work for you?”

“Yeah, whatever, Gojo, you’d make me go regardless, I don’t know why you ask.”

“Lol, true anyway." Gojo’s steps come to a halt. "Here’s my class; see you later!”

Suguru waves him off: "Yeah, whatever, oh, and Gojo?”

“Hm?”

“At least set me up with someone good," he says, an ever-so-slight smile on his face.

“Of course! Leave it all up to me, bestie!”

Suguru nods and continues on toward his own class, only then does he huff, “Yeah, I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

☆☆☆☆

You sat in your seat, your cheek leaning in your palm, sighing every so often from boredom but quickly perking up when you notice a familiar face walk through the door.

“Suguru!”

“Y/N!”

Your gaze is glued to him as you watch him take his seat beside you; only once he’s fully situated do you speak up again: “I was wondering if you were skipping or something.”

Suguru tilts his head at you in confusion, asking, “Why?”

“Because you took so long.”

He tries to ignore the heat rising to his cheeks. “Did you miss me that much?”

“Shut up. What were you doing anyway?”

Suguru rolls his eyes. “Gojo made me walk him to class.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, your voice unamused as you speak, “Lame excuse, I walk with Shoko to her class every day and I still get here before you.”

“Yeah, that’s cause it’s Shoko?”

“True, I’ll excuse it for today if...”

“If?” He narrows his eyes at you, urging you to continue your sentence.

“If we hang out tomorrow?”

“Can we hang out today?” He looks away as he says, “I’m kinda busy tomorrow....”

“Aw man,” you say, frowning, “You’re never busy.”

“I know, sorry, it’s just—" He halts before mumbling out the rest of his sentence—“something Gojo’s making me do.”

Suguru finally returns his gaze to you when he hears you huff.

“He’s taking you from me too often; I'll have to intervene sooner or later if he keeps this up.”

He stifles a laugh. “Can you not today?”

“Nope, I've gotta work on a project for one of my classes,” you say with a disappointed sigh.

“Okay, well, how about Wednesday, then?”

“I can fit you into my schedule, I suppose.”

“Oh shut up; don’t act like you weren’t the one asking me to hang out last night.”

“I was a different person then,” you deadpan.

Suguru rolls his eyes but can’t even try to hide the grin on his face. “Yeah, ok.”

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Come the next afternoon, Suguru finds himself staring into a mirror at his outfit with a small scowl on his face.

“I look stupid.”

“You always look stupid,” Gojo remarks, patting Suguru on the back.

Suguru ignores him and rolls his eyes, his voice small as he borderline pleads, “Do I really have to go?”

“Yes! It’s too late to back out now when your date is in like twenty minutes, so really you should get going by now,” he says while attempting to push Suguru out the door.

Suguru doesn’t budge. “I don't even know this person, Gojo.”

“That’s what dates are for!”

Suguru looks over his shoulder at Gojo, who’s still trying to push him out the door. “You know this isn’t gonna work, right?”

Gojo rolls his eyes and huffs, “Well, not with that attitude.”

“Gojo.”

“Suguru, you said you’d try! so go! try!”

Suguru sighs and reluctantly gives in… again. “I hate you.”

Gojo waves him off, “Yeah, yeah, whatever you can hate me after your date.”

Suguru doesn’t reply and instead opts to flip him off as he walks out the door.

☆☆☆☆

Suguru sits at a secluded booth in a dimly lit restaurant, lost in thought rather than listening to whatever the person sitting across from him is saying. He knows he should be paying attention; he knows he’s being rude, but god is he bored out of his fucking mind, and to say he’s hating every second of this is an understatement. He’d much rather be hanging out with you right now, regretting turning you down for this because just being here makes a part of him feel like he’s betraying you, and the thought has him anxiously wiping his sweaty palms against his pants. He’s been in love with you since he first laid eyes on you. Suguru was naive to believe he could delude himself into thinking that there was any possibility in any way that he’d move on, let alone with someone Gojo picked.

“Suguru?”

He quickly looks up at the person in front of him. “Yeah?”

They laugh nervously. “Did you hear anything I just said?”

“No, sorry—I guess I was just, uh, lost in thought.”

"Oh, it’s fine,” they say, confusingly normal about the whole situation. “I was just, um, talking about your friend Gojo, actually.”

He blinks. “Why?”

“I was actually hoping you'd help me get with him?”

“You do realize you're on a date with me, right?”

“Please.” They roll their eyes. “Don't act like you wanna be here any more than I do right now.”

“How did-“

“It's written all over your face, you know? They must be really special.” They tease with a sweet smile, “I almost feel like I should be jealous.”

Suguru swallows harshly, suddenly feeling way more exposed than he would ever want to, especially on a ‘date’. “Sorry…”

They shrug. “Don't be; honestly, I just said yes to this to get some pointers on Gojo, so I don't think I'm any better than you right now.”

Suguru nods, his mind reeling. He’s not actually sure what’s going on or how he got here in the first place. How could his date be so okay with the fact that he’s here thinking about someone else? Oh, right, because so are they, but it’s still not clicking in his brain.

“You can leave if you want.”

He narrows his eyes at them skeptically. “Huh?”

“To go hang out with the one you actually like.”

Suguru shakes his head. There’s somehow too much happening right now for him to comprehend. “Again, what?”

They roll their eyes playfully, an amused smile on their face, as they lean over the table and whisper, “Suguru, I'm giving you an out.”

He blinks, and suddenly everything clicks, and he doesn’t understand why he’s still here when they just told him they could go to you. He stands up abruptly and says, “Right, I'm...“

“Don't say you're sorry; make it up to me by going to them, yeah?”

“I really appreciate that. Uhm, text me and I'll give you pointers on Gojo?”

They laugh and nod. “Yeah. Now, shoo, go to the one you actually want to be with.”

Suguru turns his head toward the exit of the restaurant, ready to leave, but pauses and ends up turning back to his ‘date’, a small smile on his face. “Thank you.”

“Mhm! Also, I want to meet them sometime, k? We’re friends now, sorry!”

“Yeah… Yeah, you can. Someday? Maybe…”

They tilt their head at him, unamused despite the smile on their face. “Bye Suguru.”

He returns the smile and waves before heading off to find you.

☆☆☆☆

You found yourself under a tree somewhere on campus, attempting—and failing—to entertain yourself since Suguru was busy and couldn't hang out, and you didn't even dare try to go to Shoko for entertainment, knowing her face is probably stuffed into her textbook and she would berate you for interrupting her, or if she did agree, she would spend the whole time with her whole face screaming how she would much rather be studying, even when her studying proves to be just for fun because she cheats on her exams anyway, but you digress. Lost in thought, you don't notice how someone’s approached you until their shadow falls over you.

“You dead?”

You look up and are pleasantly surprised to see Suguru. “Hey! I thought you were busy?”

Suguru shrugs. “Left early.”

“What’d you go do anyway?”

“A date.”

The minute the words leave Suguru’s mouth, you can feel your stomach churn in a horrible way. like you’re on a rollercoaster, but it's not fun; you want to get off, and you want to get off now, like this is final destination and you’re about to fall to your doom. Or more so, this makes you realize you've already fallen to your doom; you've already fallen in love with Suguru, and it took Shoko saying something and him going on a date for it to really sink in like it hadn't been there all along. Your jaw clenches, and you're quiet—terrifyingly quiet—and it makes Suguru regret saying anything; he doesn’t even know why he did... Okay, no, he knows. He knows he was acting petty and wanted to rub it in your face like you rub your dates in his, even if not purposeful, and besides, you two are friends, and friends are honest with each other. But maybe he shouldn’t have been, and it's excrutiatingly obvious he shouldn't have been when you suddenly stand up and avoid his gaze.

“Y/N?”

You kick at the dirt under your shoes and mumble, “I should, um, Shoko actually just texted me.”

“Y/N, can you look at me, please?” Suguru sounds desperate.

You look up at him and smile, but with the way your eyes are glazed over, it’s like you’re not even there. “Yeah?”

“I thought we could hang out now?”

“Yeah, but—ugh—Shoko really needs my help, you know?”

“Are we still on for tomorrow at least?”

“I hope your date was good, Suguru.”

“Y/N-“

“If I keep her waiting any longer, she’ll be really mad. I’m gonna go.”

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Suguru wishes he could say he’s surprised when you don’t show up to class the next day, but he’s not. Not at all. Especially from the way you ran off yesterday to how you’re still not answering any of his texts or calls, it was a telltale sign that Suguru would not be seeing you today. That didn’t stop him from trying, though. Of course not. So halfway through class, he left—not like he was paying attention anyway—and made his way to your dorm. Though he hesitates to knock once he’s actually there, he doesn’t even know why you’re ignoring him in the first place, and honestly? He’s scared to find out.

You’ve never acted like this with him before; you’ve always been an open book, always the first to speak up if something he did upset you, so he doesn’t understand why you’ve suddenly done a complete 180. He takes a deep breath before knocking. He came all this way; he isn’t going to just leave without figuring out what's wrong—or at least he’s going to try to figure out what's wrong.

No answer.

He knocks again.

No answer.

Suguru groans as he goes to knock one more time, but before he can, the door is swung open, and he’s met with a disheveled-looking Shoko.

“What?”

“Shoko, hi—“ Suguru gives her a quick once-over. "Sorry, were you asleep?”

She crosses her arms and blows a tuft of hair out of her face. “I was, and I'd like to go back to sleep, so-“

“Right, sorry, uh, is Y/N here?”

“No,” she replies quickly, far too quickly that Suguru doesn't believe her and instead tries to look into the room to find you. Shoko immediately picks up on this and shifts her body to cover any gaps he could look through. “They aren’t here, sorry.”

“Shoko,” he monotones.

She chews the inside of her lip and looks away, and Suguru can tell she's dying to say something, but she ultimately decides against it and shakes her head, looking back up at him.

“They’re not here, sorry.”

Suguru sighs, running a hand through his hair. “It's fine, sorry for waking you.”

“It's fine… Take care of yourself, Geto.”

“Yeah. You too.”

Shoko quickly shuts the door, and instead of climbing back into bed, she grabs her pillow and makes her way toward your bed, only to end up hitting you with it repeatedly. You pull your covers over your head in a futile attempt to protect yourself.

“Shoko, stop!”

“You stop.” She punctuates every word with a hit of her pillow.

“You’re the one hitting me!”

Shoko hits you one last time. “I mean, stop ignoring him, idiot.”

You peek your head out from under the covers, a frown on your face.

“Don't look at me like that; you’re acting childish, and you know that.”

“I can’t look at him.”

“You’re dramatic.”

“Shoko, I'm serious!” You speak adamantly, sitting up. “I mean, I realize I like him the exact moment he tells me he went on a date?”

“Who’s fault is that?”

“Shoko, I-I can't.”

“Whatever, sulk all you want; don't talk to him about it; I don't care; just scoot over.”

Your face twists in confusion. “What?”

“I'm tired,” she says blankly, now climbing into your bed.

You listen and scoot over, though it's more like she pushes you over. “You know you have your own bed, right?”

She yawns: “Too far away.”

You look down at her, and she's somehow already fast asleep. You roll your eyes and lay back down, looking up at the ceiling with your mind racing, and suddenly your phone vibrates. You know who it is; he’s the only one who texts you, but that doesn’t stop you from checking anyway.

Suguru<3: hey.

Suguru<3: did I do something?

Suguru<3: I don't understand.

Suguru<3: you weren't in class so I tried going to ur dorm. shoko said you weren't there but I don't really believe her.

Suguru<3: can you just talk to me please?

Suguru<3: I miss you.

Suguru<3: guess this means we aren’t hanging out today huh?

Suguru<3: text me soon please.

☆☆☆☆

Thursday

Suguru<3: no class again?

Suguru<3: look I get it

Suguru<3: okay maybe I don't.

Suguru<3: I don't know what I did wrong but if you don't wanna talk that's fine

Suguru<3: can you just let me know you’re okay?

Suguru<3: fuck I don't even care if you have shoko tell me you’re okay or if you tell gojo I just

Suguru<3: I just need to know you’re okay y/n.

Suguru<3: how long are you gonna avoid me?

Suguru<3: or avoid class?

Suguru<3: I miss you.

“Can you answer your fucking phone,” Shoko snaps.

You glare at her and instead shut your phone off completely. “There. Happy?”

"No, not at all; I won't be happy till you stop sulking.”

You smile at her condescendingly. "You are so lovely; did you know that?”

She sighs deeply. “Y/N, you’re ignoring Geto because he went on one date.”

“I'm ignoring him because I'm in love with him.”

She narrows her eyes at you. “And he's supposed to know that how? I'm a hundred percent sure the poor boy has no clue what he did.”

“Shoko, you don't get it! You've never been in love,” you sneer.

“I don't need to be in love to know you're acting stupid.” She shakes her head. “You know what? Ignore him all you want; that's your problem, but you need to go to class; don't throw away your college degree for him.”

You sigh, finally agreeing with her on at least one thing. “Yeah... Yeah, I know I'll go tomorrow.”

She nods happily. “Good. Now can I get back to studying?”

“I'm not the one who made you stop, you took that upon yourself.”

“Watch yourself; I'll walk my ass straight to Geto's dorm and tell him for you.”

“…Sorry”

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You get to class the next day extremely early and take a seat in the far back, away from everyone else, hoping Suguru would somehow not see you, or maybe more like in hopes you wouldn’t see him. It doesn't work. The minute he walks in, his eyes are drawn to yours like there was an invisible string there tying him directly to you, and your stomach twists as you see him approach you. As he’s approaching you, he sees your face, and he sees how you look like you're five seconds away from vomiting up everything you’ve ever eaten since you were born, so he stops in his tracks. Besides, a confrontation in the middle of class wouldn't be a good idea either way, so he’ll just catch you after class.

That somehow proves to be much harder than it should have been because once class ends and he turns around to catch you before you leave, you're already gone. He blinks incredulously at your empty seat for a moment before snapping out of it and running out into the halls, trying to find you among the crowd of people, which is easy for him considering you're the only thing that exists to Suguru right now and pretty much always, but even despite that, he can't find you. He stands in the hall, watching people pass him by as he does nothing, and the only thing he can hear is his heartbeat ringing in his ears and the rain that suddenly started sometime during all of this.

He finally snaps out of it once more and realizes that since it randomly started raining, there's a chance that you're somewhere waiting the rain out, unless you are so dead set on avoiding him that you don't care in the first place and walk back to your dorm in the rain anyway... Suguru hopes he's right as he starts walking toward the exit, and exhales heavily in relief when he sees you out on the porch and slowly creeps up behind you.

“Did you know it was gonna rain?”

You flinch at the sound of his voice. “No.”

Suguru’s heart feels like it's about to burst right out of his chest, and he feels like it's been way too long since he's heard your voice. “I think Gojo is gonna bring me an umbrella; do you wanna wait with me?”

“No.”

“No?”

You shake your head and start walking out into the rain, but you don't get far when Suguru reaches out and grabs your wrist.

“Wait!”

You look back at him, your jaw clenched tight. “Let go of me, Suguru.”

“You’ll get sick.”

You yank your wrist out of his grasp. “I don't care; I want to go back to my dorm.”

For a few moments, Suguru feels stuck in place as he watches you begin to walk away, yet everything in his being is screaming at him to go after you, to not let you go. He doesn’t even realize he was holding his breath this whole time until he gasps for air, and at the same time, his body finally decides to align with his mind, and he runs after you. You can hear his foot steps pattering against puddles, which only makes you speed up your walking.

Suguru notices this, and although he's still chasing after you, he decides to call out a pained, “Why are you ignoring me?”

You almost don't even hear him over how loud the rain has grown.

Almost.

“I'm not ignoring you, Suguru,” you say, stopping in your tracks with a deep sigh. He’ll catch you sooner or later, so maybe it's best to just get it over with.

Suguru doesn’t say anything until he's right behind you. You can hear just how clearly his voice trembles as he says, “Oh, so we’re lying now?”

“I'm no-“

“What the fuck happened? What are you doing?” and although he sounded exasperated only a second ago, when he speaks again, it's horrifyingly subdued: “This—this isn't us.”

You whip around to face him, a scowl on your face as you fume, “There is no us.”

Suguru’s face goes blank. No us? That's not right. That's all there is. There's only ever been an us because Suguru is not him without you. It's never just Suguru. It's you and Suguru; it's him and you; there's no him without you.

“What?”

“There is no us, Suguru; that's—“ you say, gesturing in little circles with your hands in front of you, trying to act out whatever word you're looking for. “That's the fucking problem.”

“I don't—“ His voice is breathy as he shakes his head in confusion. “What are you saying, Y/N?”

“You know what I'm saying.”

“No,” he says sternly, "No, I don't. I need to hear you say it.”

You take a deep breath and squeeze your eyes shut, focusing on the rain falling against your face rather than the words coming out of your mouth: “I'm in love with you.”

The silence is suffocating, and you're violently aware of how you can feel Suguru’s eyes burning holes into you. You swallow harshly before peeking your eyes open, and he’s just standing there wide-eyed, his jaw slack.

“Suguru?”

“Why now?”

With his voice so small and brittle, you hardly even heard him.

“Huh?”

“Why now?” he repeats, this time louder, harsher.

“I don't—I don't understand?”

Suguru laughs in disbelief. He brings his hands up to cover his face, and he just laughs into them or cries; he's not even quite sure anymore. And after a few moments of this, he finally takes a deep breath, running one hand down his face as the other drops back to his side. “Do you know how long I’ve been in love with you, Y/N?”

“What?” You’re hopeful for a moment, but that all comes quickly crashing down, realization washing over you. “Wait, but you went on a date.”

“Y/N, it's been so long that Gojo got tired of me wallowing in my own self-pity every time you went on a date.” He sighs and takes a moment to collect his thoughts. “So he forced me to go on one too to try and help me move on.”

“Why didn't you wait for me?”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

Suguru doesn't know whether to nod or shake his head. “No, I know, but I don't understand.”

Your face scrunches up in disdain, silently reading—what's there to not understand? “Why didn't you wait for me to fall in love with you?”

“Y/N, do you even hear what you're saying right now?” he scoffs. “Do you even hear what I'm saying? All I've ever fucking done was wait for you, and I go on one date that I left early for you, and now I'm the bad guy?”

Your heart sinks like a bag of rocks into a deep body of water. “No wait, Suguru, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry.”

Suguru looks down, avoiding your stare, carefully tapping a puddle with the tip of his shoe as he mumbles, “Yeah.”

“Do-“ you stop yourself and swallow harshly before continuing, “Are you still in love with me?”

He stays silent, and embarrassment floods your bones. How could he still love you? You, who's been subconsciously dangling a treat in front of him like some kind of animal just to coax him into doing what you want, into staying with you, following you around, just because you were too out of touch to realize you even liked him in the first place. Of course, he wouldn't still love you.

“Of course I am. Don't be silly,” he reluctantly admits.

Relief washes over you, and the breath you take feels like the first one you've taken since Tuesday, when he told you about his date in the first place. “So... now what?”

The same relief does not wash over Suguru; in fact, he's feeling anything but relief. Too many things to name, to pin point; it's just all too much. This is just too much. “I need space; I can't—" he shakes his head, his voice barely above a whisper, "I can't do this right now.”

“What?”

“I just. I can't. I'm sorry.”

Your voice cracks, “But-“

“I just need to think about this,” he says, waving his hands around in small circles, referencing the two of you.

“Oh.” You take a step back and nod. “Okay. I'll go then... I love you, Suguru.”

“Yeah,” he nods. “Yeah, I love you too.”

Suguru watches you walk away, and he can't tell his tears apart from the rain; can’t tell if his heart is stopping or if it's racing; can't tell if he's breathing or suffocating; he can't tell anything. His surroundings are drowning out and blurring into vague shapes and figures around him, and Suguru is sure he could just drop dead right then and there.

“Jeez, I didn't take that long that you had to walk out in the rain, dramatic much?”

Suguru, in all honesty, didn’t hear a word that was just said; the only thing that caught his attention was the lack of rain hitting him. He looks up to find an umbrella there instead of the dark cloudy sky that resembled his insides a little too much, then looks to his side to find Gojo there, and he wants to wipe the stupid grin off his face. If he can't be happy, why should Gojo? His head drops in defeat at his own thoughts. God, he’s acting shitty.

“Sorry.”

Gojo looks at him curiously. “You good?”

“No. No, I'm not good.”

"Hey dude, what's wrong?”

Suguru lets out a harsh laugh, and with no rain hitting him anymore, he knows for sure the thing dripping down his face is tears. “I fucked up.“

Gojo scans Suguru’s face frantically, looking for something—anything—that will tell him what's wrong with his best friend.

“Suguru, you have to be a little more specific than that.”

“Y/N loves me back.”

Gojo goes wide-eyed, and he gives a confused smile because how could this warrant his friend’s reaction? “What dude, that's gr-“

Suguru quickly cuts him off: "Great, I know, but I told them to give me space, Gojo.”

Frankly, Gojo isn't even worried anymore; he’s just in complete disbelief, shouting, “What? Why the hell would you do that?! Are you stupid?”

“Maybe!” he shouts back, trembling. “I don't know! They just— They went on about how I should've waited for them, and I was mad because that's all I've ever fucking done. I don't know; I wasn't thinking straight, and I fucked up, and they left. I made them leave. I asked for space when I hated all the space we've had from each other this whole week, and I asked for more?” He repeatedly hits his forehead with his palm, muttering, “I'm an idiot, fuck.“

“Suguru.”

“What?”

Gojo tilts his head at him. “Why are you still here?”

The question stills his movements, his hand falling back to his side, and he stares at Gojo in pure confusion. “What?”

“You obviously know that space isn't what you want, and you just said it in the heat of the moment, so why are you still here?”

Suguru is silent.

“Why aren't you running after them? They want you, dude! And you want them too!”

Suguru thinks if it weren’t for Gojo constantly moving, he'd think time had completely stopped in time with his realization on how he’s a complete moron.

“Suguru.”

Suguru sighs. “I hate when you're right; you know that?”

Gojo perks up knowing that he got through to Suguru; he coos sing-song, “If that were true, you'd hate me all the time.”

Suguru nods, “I do.”

“Oh, shut up." Gojo extends the handle of his umbrella toward Suguru. “Do you want my umbrella?”

“No, it’s fine; I’m already wet,” Suguru says, looking down at his soaked clothes as he wipes any remaining tears away. “What’s a little bit more water?”

“Good luck, Suguru.”

“Thanks Gojo.”

☆☆☆☆

You walk into your dorm slowly, in a daze-like state. Honestly, you don't even remember walking here; you just remember your fight? confession? argument? — your something with Suguru, and then there's a lapse in your memory, and now you're here.

“Y/N, dude, you're getting water everywhere.“

You sniffle and look down at the puddle that's forming underneath you. “Sorry.”

Shoko tentatively stands up from her bed and cranes her neck down to try and look at your face. “Y/N? Are you okay?”

You look up at her with a wobbly smile. “I confessed.”

She looks at you blankly, unsure if she should say something or if you are.

“He asked for space.”

“He likes you, and he asked for space?”

“I didn't tell you that—“

“It's obvious; keep up,” she says, rolling her eyes. “Anyways, so he asked for space?”

You nod blankly. “Uh huh.”

“Why?”

You rub your eyes in hopes that not looking at Shoko will make the embarrassment lessen. “I said some things in the heat of the moment, and... and yeah.”

It doesn’t.

She’s strangely unfazed; in fact, if anything, she’s partially annoyed. “Ok, and you’re just going to listen to him?”

“What else am I supposed to do, Shoko?” you ask incredulously, glaring at her with your hands back at your sides.

“Fight for him? He likes you back, and if you said something in the heat of the moment, odds are that him asking for space was also just in the heat of the moment.”

“You weren't there, Shoko. You didn't see how he was looking at me—at how he said it.”

“Y/N,” she says disappointedly, eyes shut and pinching her nose bridge. “He's literally been so upset at you ignoring him these past few days; do you really think he meant it when he asked for space? Even more space?”

You blink at her, your mind gone blank.

“Look, maybe he did, yeah? But maybe he didn't, and you won't know unless you go fight for him.”

“I don't know Shoko,” you mumble skeptically.

She rolls her eyes as she rebuts, "At the very least, you can apologize for what you said.”

“I already did.”

“Again, this time now that your head is… somewhat clearer... Are you really just gonna let him get away like this?”

“…no,” you answer weakly, which isn’t good enough for you or Shoko, who’s looking at you with her arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. “No,” you say again, this time with true conviction behind your words—word. “I don't want to let him get away like this. I don't want it to end like this.”

She gestures toward the door with a small, proud smile on her face. “Then go.”

You look back at the door before looking back at her and nodding. “Thank you, Shoko.”

“Uh huh,” she says, starting to walk back toward her bed, “and when you come back, you better not make another puddle.”

“No promises.”

☆☆☆☆

In an attempt to save whatever dignity you have left, you decide not to run down the halls like a shitty rom-com cliché; instead, you speed walk. Which, in hindsight, is probably even more embarrassing than just full-sending it by running, but you digress. You barely get halfway down the hall when you see Suguru. Both of you make eye contact at the same time, yet neither of you stop making your way toward each other, but you both slow down, carefully walking toward each other like two predators about to attack.

“You're leaving puddles in the hall,” you say quietly now that the two of you have come to a halt right in front of each other.

Suguru nods and looks you up and down. “So are you.”

You both stand there for a moment, just staring at each other, neither of you saying anything. Allowing your presence to speak for itself, but it's awkward—too awkward—and it feels like your knees are gonna give out on you if you stare at him any longer in silence.

“What are you doing here?”

“I came for you." He shakes his head, ignoring his own answer, like his very words aren't the most important thing to you right now. He came for you. “What are you doing here? I thought you would’ve been in your dorm by now.“

“I was—“ your voice grows quiet, “But I was coming for you too.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, you don’t have anything to apologize for, Suguru. I shouldn’t have said what I said; that was selfish of me. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t want space,” he blurts out, hardly acknowledging your apology, which he didn't need in the first place. What he needs is you, and it will always be you.

“You don’t?”

“God no,” he says vehemently. “Space is the last thing I want. I don’t want space from you. I feel like there’s something missing when I’m away from you. How could I ever want space, Y/N?” His voice cracks a little at the end, and it has your heart racing. “I was just mad, and I shouldn’t have said that.”

You have all of these feelings inside you, and you’ve cried enough today to last the rest of your life, so instead you find yourself laughing, and Suguru looks slightly mortified.

“Why are you laughing?”

You laugh some more before trying to catch your breath, and you take a step forward closer toward him as you speak through deep breaths, “I’m just so fucking relieved. I-fuck-I love you, Suguru.”

Suguru closes the space between you two, pulling you into his embrace, and you tuck your face into his shoulder, his cold, damp clothes doing wonders to soothe your now-burning cheeks.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

“I think we look stupid standing here soaking wet and hugging...”

“Wanna make ourselves look even stupider by standing here soaking wet and kissing?”

You pull away ever so slightly just to look at him, and he’s staring at you with a smirk, and the longer he waits, the more furious the blush on his cheeks gets, and you can't help but stall your answer even more just for that reason.

“…matter of fact, yes, I do.”

Suguru grins widely but wastes no time connecting your lips together. The kiss is better than you could have ever imagined; it's gentle yet passionate all at once, and it's sloppy because neither of you can fully stop smiling long enough to keep the kisses consistent. And It's everything. He's everything, and you're mad that it even took you this long to realize that in the first place, but at least you don't have to worry about that anymore. Now you just have to worry about the fact that you two will probably end up getting sick from your wet clothes, but that's a problem for after you two stop kissing—if you two ever stop kissing.

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Jealous.

pairing: getō suguru x fem!reader | wc: 5k.

summary: Getō Suguru and you only have a friends with benefits relationship, just sex, no feelings, no commitments. He knows this very well, but after an unexpected encounter with your ex, he can’t help but feel something he shouldn’t: jealousy.

warnings: college!au, fwb to lovers, lovesick!suguru, love confession, jealousy, possessive behavior, alcohol use, exhibitionism, car sex, dry humping, marking, spanking, fingering, spit as lube, unprotected sex, creampie, reader is a tease.

Suguru drank from his freshly poured beer, furrowing his brow at the strong taste but still took another sip. He was at one of his friend's party, standing in the middle of the kitchen with his best friend, Satoru, who kept talking about a video game he’s been obsessed with lately. At first, he was paying attention even though he didn’t understand what the fuck he was talking about, but his attention was stolen when he saw a female figure he knew a little too well in the living room.

“I wanted to buy more, but I ran out of primogems and—”

“Wait a second.” He cut his friend off to make sure it wasn’t his imagination, but no, she really was here.

Satoru frowned in confusion, but when he looked to where Suguru’s eyes were fixed, a smirk appeared on his face, “Oh, look who’s there.”

“I’ll be back.”

“Simp.”

The black-haired man just rolled his eyes at his friend's mockery and grabbed an extra cup of beer before heading towards the living room.

“Hey.” Suguru greeted you while sitting next to you on that old blue couch. “Didn’t know you were coming.” He added handing you the red cup, which you accepted with a smile before speaking,

“It was supposed to be a movie night, but Utahime wanted to come.” You nodded to your friend who was passionately playing beer pong paired with Shoko on the other side of the room. “Not complaining, tho. I like the vibe.”

“This is the song you like, isn’t it?” He pointed out when he recognized the beat of Kiss Me More in the background.

“I love Doja Cat so fucking much.” You leaned your head back against the back of the couch and closed your eyes, enjoying the obscene words of the song that Suguru knew perfectly from listening to you sing it so many times. “Where’s Satoru?”

“Flirting with a girl, maybe.” He said playfully, smiling to himself as he watched you let out a chuckle at his words. Of course he wasn’t going to tell you that he left him stranded in the kitchen to come talk to you.

“No way? That’s like, super weird.” You stated sarcastically as you opened your eyes to meet Geto’s intense dark ones that hadn’t stopped staring at you since he sat down next to you. You licked your lips before continuing the conversation, “How did your test go?”

What kind of relationship do you and Suguru have? It’s kind of complicated. Well, not so much for you, but for him.

You had been in the same circle of friends since early college, casually hanging out in groups at coffee shops or parties; he always thought you were a pretty attractive woman, but never tried to make a move on you. Until eight months ago. When you had both ended up at his apartment at two in the morning, drunk, but not enough to forget when you woke up in each other’s arms the mind-blowing sex you had had in the wee hours of the morning.

To his surprise, it was you who suggested that it not end in a one-night stand, sure enough, he accepted immediately. Since then, almost every weekend��or even weekdays—, Suguru found himself between your legs, touching and licking every inch of your precious body, kissing your lips and moaning your name over and over again.

But as most of the time happens in a friends-with-benefits relationship, someone has to fall first. And unfortunately, that was him.

The love he felt for you was consuming him completely, just two weekends ago Satoru had to confiscate his phone because he got drunk and all he wanted was to confess his feelings to you with tears in his eyes while a Taylor Swift song played in the background.

Geto was tired of having you without actually having you. He wanted whatever you had to have an official label. He wanted all the early morning showers, dinner dates or late night texting you used to have to be with his girlfriend, not with the girl he happens to have sex with.

Sometimes, he liked to fantasize about what it would be like if you were officials. Maybe post you on social media, with one of those stupid Instagram filters you like so much, comment on your photos, hold hands in public while walking your dogs, meeting your parents, tell the world you are his, but— he wasn’t even sure if you were or wanted to be.

It bothered him more that your relationship was not even a secret, all your friends knew what you usually do. It was normal for them to see you two kissing in the middle of a party and leaving together, or refusing outings saying that you already have plans with each other. It bothered him because he couldn't even victimize himself by saying that he was a dirty little secret, he just wanted you to reciprocate his feelings.

Yes, it was his fault, you were honest from the beginning, you said it was just casual and that there would be no feelings involved, but the heart wants what it wants.

Well, let’s stop being sentimental.

So right now, he’s content to be in conversation with you. Your hand had moved from your knee to his, casually making imaginary shapes with your index finger as he told you about his week. You were normally quite touchy with each other, so it wasn’t uncommon, but he couldn’t help but feel his heart race at the mere physical contact.

But your pleasant conversation was interrupted by a guy who suddenly sat down on the armrest next to you.

“Didn’t expect to meet you here, Y/N.” The man stole your attention, a half smile appeared on your face as you recognized him and for the same reason Suguru’s smile disappeared. “How are you, pretty?” He asked leaning over to greet you with a kiss on the cheek. Geto could do nothing but distract himself by drinking his beer. “I haven’t seen you for three months.” Three months?

“I’m fine— I’m the one who didn’t expect to meet you here.” You responded with some nervousness in your voice, “Suguru, you remember Naoya, right?” You turned to look at him pointing your thumb at the blonde guy.

“Yeah.” Hell he does.

He never interacted or talked much with him, but of course he knew who he was— your ex-boyfriend.

You and Naoya Zen’in had dated for almost two years but broke up a couple of months before you and Suguru started your thing. As far as he knew your relationship with Naoya was pretty stormy and toxic and that’s why you decided to break up for good. That’s why Geto had never considered him a ‘threat’, but seeing him come and talk to you so naturally, even using a nickname, and him saying that you hadn’t seen him for three fucking months, made his stomach turn.

“Hey.” Naoya greeted him with a casual nod and he did the same, but the blond returned his attention to you immediately. “Anyway, I texted you yesterday, you didn’t reply.”

“I’ve been busy.”

“Doing what?” He interrogated, clearly annoyed with your curt reply. Naoya seemed to notice the hand you had on Suguru’s knee, because he frowned and licked his lip before asking, “You guys are dating or something?”

For some reason, Geto got his hopes up for a moment, expecting to hear a yes or at least a ‘something like that’, even if it was a lie, you recognizing him as something else in front of Naoya was enough to—

“We’re just friends.” You answered, removing your hand from his knee to see your perfectly manicured nails.

A kick in the balls would have hurt less.

Suguru didn’t want to admit how affected he felt by it, it was the truth, just the harsh truth and yet he decided to hurt himself by waiting for another answer. He was just a friend with whom you had sex without commitment, it was obvious that you wouldn’t say that to your ex.

Naoya just nodded and drank from his red cup before wrapping his arm around your shoulders, the black-haired noticed how you tensed. He just wanted to hit him, push him and tell him not to dare touch you, but he knew he had no right to do so and that the least you would like was to make a scene.

The sudden sound of a notification on his phone brought him out of his thoughts—he hadn’t even realized he had clenched his fists—he sighed before reaching into his pocket for his device.

Satoru:

u better fight for your princess ‘cause it looks like she’s being stolen from you :p

do something

tell him to fuck off

He frowned and looked around for his best friend, finding him a few meters behind him along with Nanami. The white-haired man waved his hands at him, telling him to get rid of Naoya. That’s what he wanted the most, the problem was that he didn't know how.

He turned, ignoring how you were having a hushed conversation with your ex to type on his phone,

Suguru:

what the hell do i do?

Satoru:

for god’s sake, you’re hopeless

leave it to me, hold on

“Is that the scrunchie I gave you?” He heard Naoya say, out of curiosity he turned to look at you, your ex was fiddling with your low ponytail, his eyes fixed on the pink scrunchie that tied your hair.

“Is it?” You brought your hand to the back of your head, undoing the improvised ponytail you had made to look at the hair tie, the movement pushing your ex’s hand away. Suguru swore he could almost see hearts in Naoya’s eyes when you let your hair down.

He couldn’t take it anymore, he was about to explode. He had seen you use that same scrunchie dozens of times, and knowing that it was your asshole ex-boyfriend who gave it to you made him feel ten times worst.

“Yeah. You still use it, huh?”

“Well, I’m using it now, isn’t that a yes?” You said tying your hair back up. Geto could notice how you were downplaying what Naoya said, and that appeared to irritate the blond, who didn't seem to be giving up.

C’mon Suguru, do something. Do fucking something.

“Y/N, are you doing some—” Whatever he was about to say was interrupted by a six-foot-two man who suddenly appeared at his side.

“Zen’in! Long time no see!” Satoru greeted cheerfully, hooking his arm over Naoya’s shoulders making him stand next to him. “Hey Y/N, I didn’t see you there, you don’t mind if I steal him for a while, do you?”

“He’s all yours.”

“Wait! Gojo—” Naoya tried to break free from the grip but failed in the attempt.

“The boys are asking for you, let’s go play beer pong!” He shouted practically dragging your ex with him. The white-haired man looked over his shoulder, mouthing a get out of here to his best friend before pulling Naoya out to the garden.

Well— Satoru was more useful than he thought.

“Thank God.” You sang, stretching your arms back in relief. “He keeps insisting that he wants us to get back together.”

Suguru gulped, his fists clenched again and he felt a knot in his stomach. He was hurt and overthinking, what he had witnessed between you and your ex had affected him too much. You have no right to feel this way, he reminded himself.

But still, he couldn’t help the anger that was building inside him. Jealousy was eating him alive.

It’s time to do something.

“Y/N—” You looked at him waiting for his next words, “Let’s get out of here.”

And without a second thought, Suguru grabbed your wrist to pull you up from the couch and move through the party crowd towards the exit. You followed him without putting up any resistance or trying to free yourself from his grip, asking questions like: Where are we going? Are you okay? Which he chose to ignore.

The cold air hit your bodies as soon as you left the house and walked down the dark street until you reached his car. Instead of opening the passenger door, he opened the back one and told you to get in, after looking at him with confusion, you obeyed his words and he got in after you, closing the door with a loud thump and locking it.

“Can you please tell me what’s wrong? Why all of a sud—” He didn’t let you finish speaking when his lips were already on yours, forcing his tongue into your mouth when you reciprocated his kiss immediately.

You leaned your body against the door as Geto intensified the kiss, moaning into his mouth and resting your pretty hands on his shoulders.

“Suguru—” You called his name in the middle of the kiss, but he was unwilling to separate his lips from yours.

You had no idea how much he enjoyed kissing you, tasting the different flavors of gloss you used, having his mouth and face stained with your lipstick, he could kiss you for hours without getting tired.

This kiss was passionate, intense, even a little aggressive. You had kissed like this before, what made it different was what he wanted to convey to you with it— how much he adored you and how incredibly irritated he was with the appearance of your ex.

His hands went to your waist to pull you closer to him before he leaned back against the backrest, making you straddle his lap. He stroked from your back to your thighs, then squeezed your buttocks under your dress.

The moment he left your lips to kiss your neck, you took the opportunity to finally speak, “Why are you acting so weird?”

Suguru tried to remind himself not to get carried away, he had to think before he spoke. But the next words had already left his mouth before he could even think of stopping them,

“Why are you using the scrunchie he gave you?”

He didn’t have the courage to look you in the face—instead he concentrated on spreading more kisses on your neck—but he bet you frowned at his random question.

“I don’t know? I have dozens of these, I just pick the one that goes best with my outfit.” You said, lifting your head a little to give him more access to your skin. “I didn’t even remember Naoya gave it to me until he mentioned it.”

He didn’t expect you to actually give him an explanation, he expected at most a ‘not your problem’ or a ‘because I want to’. Your words should have given him peace of mind, but that feeling in his chest wouldn’t go away, much less with your ex’s name coming from your lips.

Geto sucked the skin under your ear, leaving a mark for sure. Your hands tightened on his broad shoulders, and you began to move your hips in a slow rhythm, grinding your crotch against his.

“Take it off.”

“Huh? Why?” You muttered, moaning softly when he sucked again, this time at the juncture of your neck and shoulder. He didn’t miss the teasing tone of your voice when you added, “You don’t like it?”

He didn’t think twice before replying with a clear and sharp, “No.”

“Why not?”

It was at that moment when Suguru finally had the courage to look at your face, and he had to restrain himself from sighing— with the little light he could see that your lips were swollen and your eyes had that gleam he liked so much. You’re gorgeous.

Instead of answering right away, he placed his hand on your cheek and caressed your skin with his thumb for a few seconds before moving it behind your head, right where your ponytail started, to grab the scrunchie that was annoying him so much and slowly remove it. When he loosened your hair, he pulled the pink hair tie to the side and with his fingers began to stroke your hair before moving it to the side, freeing your neck for him to kiss it once more.

“Because he gave it to you” He admitted, he had already come this far and believed he shouldn’t stop. If you were going to reject him, call him crazy and end what you had—even when the last thing he wanted was to lose you—he should hear that now, so he would have more time to heal instead of continuing to dig himself into a hole.

“It’s just a scrunchie.” You positioned your hand on the back of his neck to stroke his hair, and without hesitation, you asked, “Are you jealous?”

He’s fucked. It was no longer worth denying the obvious.

“What if I am?”

“We’ll have to end this.” There was no way you could mean it, not when you had even started to move your hips over his hard cock with more pressure.

“I don’t think you really want that.” He replied with a smirk, pointing to the way you were getting off on top of his bulge with a nod of his head, to which you responded with a sarcastic chuckle.

“Don’t be so confident.” You said between your teeth, trying to contain the sighs of pleasure that wanted to come out of you. “Gonna tell me why you’re jealous?”

Suguru decided to pull down your dress to free your breasts, instantly cupping them with his large hands to caress your erect nipples with his thumbs while leaving wet kisses on your shoulder.

You didn’t seem to like how he ignored your words, because with the hand you had previously placed in his hair you pulled him away from your skin and forced him to look at you. Instead of saying something at that moment, you ran your tongue over your lips before kissing him again, moaning at the feeling of his erection against your covered clit one more time.

When he felt your hands on the edge of his shirt, he helped you by lifting his arms so you could take it off and expose the muscular torso he knew you loved.

“Does it piss you off that someone has fucked me before?” You questioned with a mocking tone.

“Shut up.” He spat and pushed his body forward aggressively, he made sure to grab you around the waist to keep you from falling backwards onto the center console. Your arms sought support on the headrests of the front seats.

It was obvious that one of his favorite parts of your body were your tits, because his mouth went back to making circular movements with his tongue on your nipple. The hand that was on your waist moved down to the middle of your legs, you moaned with anticipation as he began to brush his thumb over your underwear.

“Is that a yes?” Your tone of voice showed that you were beginning to despair at the lack of answers from him, but you had to be patient, there were things he needed to know before he would respond to your words.

“When was the last time you fucked him?” He asked suddenly, pulling your breast out of his mouth only to appreciate the moment when his hand pushed aside your panties and his fingers began to play with the fluids in your slit.

You pushed your hips forward urging him to insert his fingers, he wanted to keep teasing you a little, but you looked so pretty at this moment that it was almost impossible for him to deny you what you wanted, so he inserted two fingers slowly.

“Fuck— Does it matter?”

“Tell me.”

“Why should I? You haven’t wanted to tell me that—” A spank on the exposed skin of your butt cut off your words, no doubt you were surprised, but Suguru knew how to recognize when you liked something, and clearly his sudden rough treatment did.

“Fuckin’ tell me.” He curved his fingers making sure to touch that sweet spot inside you, “C’mon I’m listening.”

You sighed as your grip on the headrests intensified, digging your nails into the material as you felt his blessed fingers pleasure you with perfection.

“I think—fuck—three months ago.”

Suddenly, his movements stopped. Suguru believed that even his breathing and heart did when he heard you.

“What?”

It didn’t bother him that you had sex with other men before him, he knew perfectly well that you were a single woman and could do whatever you wanted with your body. But he couldn’t deny it, the thought of Naoya’s dirty hands on your precious body made his chest ache because he wasn’t just another man, he was your ex, someone you had an emotional connection with in the past and it got under his skin because he wanted that.

He felt cheated, betrayed, angry. It was wrong, you didn’t owe him anything, it was part of your agreement, and he felt like a hypocrite because at least in the first few months he had started sleeping with you, he had also been with other girls. But he didn’t know whether to be ashamed or proud that when his feelings for you began to evolve— suddenly the desire to be with someone other than you disappeared. So yes, for the last four months he’s only had sex with you, and for some naive reason, he expected you to do the same.

“We were drunk” You quickly clarified, but that didn’t make him feel better, quite the contrary. “I don’t want it to happen again.”

“I see.” He muttered after withdrawing his fingers without looking at your face, not wanting you to see through him and realize how hurt he felt.

But apparently, you did.

“Suguru, I’m sorry.” The fact that you said sorry caught him off guard; as he stated earlier, you didn’t owe him anything, but somehow it filled him with hope— was there any small chance that you felt something more for him?

The need to show you everything he felt, to prove to you that he was the man you deserved multiplied.

He grabbed you by the jaw with one hand to pull you close to him and bring your lips to his in a passionate kiss once again. His tongue slipped into your mouth, still tasting the flavor of the drink he offered you earlier and your hands went to his shoulders where you dug your nails when he bit your lower lip.

“You can do whatever you want, there’s no need to say sorry.” He mumbled still with his lips on yours. “But I think I’ll need to fuck you enough to erase all traces of him, then.”

“You better.”

Geto’s hands worked quickly at unbuttoning his pants to pull them down along with his boxers, just enough to free his throbbing cock and wrap his fingers around it to stroke it up and down. He muttered a profanity at the feeling of relief he gave himself while you lifted your hips and pushed your underwear aside, waiting for him.

“Spit on it— yes, fuck.” He began to lubricate his long shaft after you dropped your saliva on the tip, only to seconds later line it up against your wet entrance. “Sit, baby.”

You heeded his command and began to slowly lower your hips; you closed your eyes as you felt his cock enter between your tight walls. His eyes were fixed on the spot where your body and his became one, it was always a delight for him to witness how your little pussy managed to swallow him completely.

He threw his head back against the backrest, enjoying the moment when your buttocks met his thighs. You felt so warm and tight, there was no pussy like yours and that was confirmed every time he was deep inside you.

Geto let out a guttural sound as you started to move your hips, sucking him every time you went down as deliciously as ever. God, he had fucked you too many times and in different positions, but he could never get enough of you— you certainly had him in the palm of your hand.

The slight bouncing of your breasts invited him to take one into his mouth, savoring the taste of your skin with pleasure as he brought his hands to your hips to guide your sensual movements to his liking.

The windows began to fog up as the moans of the two of you became louder and louder. For a moment Geto forgot that you were in his car, parked a few meters from the house where the party was, that anyone could pass by and realize what you were doing in there because it was too obvious thanks to the fogged windows and the movement of the vehicle, but that didn’t matter to him in the least, especially when he had a goddess like you riding him.

He ran his tongue from your chest to your collarbones before resting his cheek on your shoulder as he felt his climax near.

“You’re perfect.” He murmured in the middle of his gasps. “So damn perfect that you drive me crazy.” One of his hands went to the middle of your legs to circle your clit and rush an orgasm out of you, a loud grunt came from his throat when your walls squeezed him hard from the stimulation.

“Do I?”

“You fucking do. I just can’t imagine you with anyone else, I want you all to myself.” He knew he was saying too much in the heat of the moment, that there was a possibility that you would end this and that meant he wouldn’t have you in his life at all; but the words came from his heart and his mouth was unable to stop them.

“You said I can do whatever I wanted— fuck.” Your hands tightened on his shoulders the closer you got to your peak.

“I know what I said but—god—that doesn’t mean I like the idea.” He admitted, finally raising his head to meet your eyes and see the smile that appeared on your face. You started to move your hips faster, with the purpose of making him explode as soon as possible.

The words were left aside when you closed your eyes as Suguru pressed his fingers harder, making your legs tremble and your nails dig into the skin of his shoulders the moment you reached your climax. His own orgasm didn’t take long, he stifled his moans by joining your lips in another kiss as he spilled his warm cum inside you.

You were both sweaty and a panting mess, the heat in the car was immense and Suguru had the urge to reach over to start the vehicle to turn on the AC or at least roll down the windows; but he gave up the idea when you leaned over him. He could feel your heartbeat because your chest was against his, smell the scent of your shampoo from your head resting on his shoulder and the softness of your fingers as your hands caressed his ribs. It was such an intimate moment that he wouldn’t dare to interrupt, so he kissed the top of your head and wrapped his muscular arms around you to feel you closer to him.

He doesn’t know how long you were like this, enjoying each other’s vital sounds, it could be a few minutes or more than an hour, but it’s not like he cares either. Having the woman he loved in his arms always made him lose track of time.

The sudden sound of your voice calling his name brought him out of his thoughts, for a moment he thought you had fallen asleep, “Yes, angel?”

You lifted your head to look him in the eyes again, your noses almost brushed mingling their breaths.

“Are you gonna tell me why now?” You asked in a whisper, picking up on the previous conversation. You tucked behind his ear one of the strands of black hair that had slipped into his face, the act was so affectionate that it almost made Suguru shed a tear.

Geto gulped. Well, it was now or never.

“I-I love you.”

God, he actually did it. He confessed. His heart stopped for a moment waiting for your answer, although it only took a few seconds, it felt like an eternity for him.

“Finally.” Wait, what? “I was beginning to think you’d never say it.”

You didn’t give him time to assimilate your words when you kissed him, cupping his face between the palms of your hands to hold him closer to you.

“Love you too.” You added, leaving a peck on his lips. His heart began to race as he found it hard to believe that this was really happening, wasn’t he dreaming? Were you really reciprocating his feelings?

“You serious?” Stupid Suguru, is that really what left his mouth?

You let out a chuckle before nodding and pressing your forehead to his. “Did you want me to say the opposite?”

“No, I just— god, I’m speechless.” A smile took over his face, showing all the happiness he felt.

“So…” You sang, caressing his cheek with your knuckles “Aren’t you gonna ask me something, jealous boy?

He snorted holding back a laugh, somewhat embarrassed, but still took your hands in his before saying, “Angel, will you please be my girlfriend?”

Suguru couldn’t help the pride he felt in his chest as you two walked back into the party with clasped hands, he ignored the mocking look on his white-haired friend’s face as he noticed your obvious disheveled appearances and mouthed that he owed him one. And of course, he couldn’t help but smile arrogantly when he met Naoya’s stare at the two of you; maybe someone else would be the one to feel jealous from now on— and Geto would have nothing to worry about because now he’s yours and you’re his.

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PAWNS IN THE COSMOS

‧₊˚ ┊synopsis ... in a world where your soulmate is chosen by you, you wanted to be sure you would be happy as you delve into the complex webs of love.

‧₊˚ ┊fandom ... jujutsu kaisen. ㅤㅤ‧₊˚ ft. ... geto x gn!reader, gojo x gn!reader. ‧₊˚ ┊au! ... soulmates, college. ‧₊˚ ┊genre ... one-shot. ㅤㅤ‧₊˚ content ... fluff, angst. ㅤㅤ‧₊˚ word count ... 5.1k. ‧₊˚ ┊cole's note ... yes, the uni bits were based on my personal experience, ignore that and enjoy ur reading ♡

How is a person defined?

Of course we can delve into personality tangents and unique character traits that only each of us possesses in a perfect combination of stars and magic. However, this alone is not enough. A person is created by more than mere looks and personality; there are dreams, each person's own ways, unique hearts that shine with specific colors conceived by each thought, each action, each desire.

A single personality is not enough to define a person – and all the gods knew this. And as such, a new system was created.

Numbers.

What else to define a person than the infinity of numbers that made up the universe?

All human beings were born marked with simple numbers that dictated their souls; from zero to infinity, passing through the infinities of decimals that each one had for having managed to acquire a body in that new world.

Stuck on the back of their necks, hidden by occasional hair and various clothes, the numbers became something sacred in that society; not only was it something that defined a person, that made them unique, but they were also the main factor in relationships and connections. The thing is, bored with the eternity of cosmic lives, the gods liked to create small games that helped them in the static passage of time – and what more exciting than guiding the various lost souls to their better half?

A soulmate was something primordial.

Created long before the first star was born, soulmates roamed the world hand in hand, their stardust unique to each pair created by the various gods. They were essences without bodies, united only by cosmic dust that insisted on cradling them in the eternities of time and space in the universe. However, just star and cosmic dust was something monotonous, without any substance of its own, without a body of its own that made everything much easier to see, to be marveled at.

Thus, the first humans were created.

A connection that was only felt by the universe, beautified by the stars and constellations that they made their homes, was now something tangible, something that could be seen, something that could be admired. And, since then, relationships began to blossom in the world according to the seasons, making all the love that was felt to be the cause of all the misfortunes and happiness in the world.

Every year, small letters with a specific number and initials appeared on the bedside tables of thousands of people, a hint to eternal happiness appearing in black tones on a white background.

For years, humans followed their cards, creating happy and fulfilled lives for centuries, never once contesting the appearance of neither their cards nor their veracity; the gods commanded, the humans followed.

“Eighty-three million, two hundred and twenty thousand, six hundred and seventy-four point one hundred and ninety-three.”

“What?”

Gojo placed his apple juice on the table and looked at his friend, intrigued by the numbers he recited so naturally.

“It’s their number.”

“Their?” Gojo raised an eyebrow and let out a small pretentious smile, knowing perfectly well who Geto was talking about.

“Their. I saw it yesterday when they got off the bus. It was very brief, but I'm sure that was the number.”

“And what do you intend to do with this life-changing information?”

Geto looked at Gojo for the first time since they sat at the bar table. A smile played on the brunette's lips, his dark eyes shining with the possibilities that danced in his mind.

He leaned forward, his chest almost touching the plate with his sandwich and, in a whisper too low for such a noisy space, Geto spoke in a soft and quite convinced voice.

“Write down this number and compare it to the one on my card.”

“Have you received your card yet?”

Gojo's question came out automatically, a trace of nervousness clinging to the various syllables, his blue eyes widening behind his sunglasses.

“Not yet,” Geto sighed and resumed his starting position, playing with some loose crumbs from his sandwich. “But I believe it’s coming soon. I don’t know how to explain it, but every time I look at them…”

The words that were going to come out of Geto died in his mouth without having a chance to see the light of day. Taken by a mystical force, a chance written by the cosmos, Geto raised his face at the exact moment you entered the bar.

You looked beautiful that day.

Favored by the beauty of that day, the sun's rays painted your smile golden; your eyes shone with the light of new experiences, your words sounding as delicate as the breeze that day.

You entered the bar without any worries, your laugh filling the space with the delicacy of its sound. You were with your group of friends, looking for a free table in that crowded bar for you to have lunch before your afternoon class. Your eyes scanned the compartment with some hope, a smile lingering on your lips after a joke from your best friend.

And then you noticed. In all that confusion, oblivious to your friends' conversations, too focused on finding a place to sit, you saw Geto looking at you. Static, without any thought beyond his eyes, without any reaction when you approached him, your smile expanding with each step you took.

“Hello,” you stopped behind Gojo, one of your hands resting on his chair as your eyes jumped from Geto to Gojo. “Ready for the test?”

Gojo put his hands on his head, ruffling some of his silky hair as he let out a small growl, which made you laugh. And what a laugh. What a melody sung by your lips that seemed to fill the entire bar, drowning out every sound that appeared there.

“I spent the night studying, but I couldn’t memorize anything,” Gojo's outburst was accompanied by a tired sigh, his body leaning back against the chair, making you let go of it. “I don’t think even a miracle could save me.”

“Think of it like this,” you walked to the side of the table, Geto and Gojo on your sides, your group of friends in front of you waiting for you. “It’s about the Bible. Jesus will be with you.”

Gojo gave you a small frown and picked up his apple juice again, giving Geto a little kick under the table.

“And you? Are you ready?” Geto spoke finally, holding his sandwich and taking a small bite as he waited for your response.

“What helps me is being able to take the Bible with me,” you confessed between smiles and winks. “But I’m confident. Our presentation actually went well.”

“The teacher liked it,” Geto set down his sandwich and looked at you. “I think we even make a good team.”

“And I wouldn’t give anything for you two,” you smiled as you gently ruffled Gojo’s hair. “Well, I'm going now. See you later.”

Geto followed you with his gaze out of the bar, the way your body walked excitedly towards your friends, the way your smile didn't leave your lips for a single second.

“Eighty-three million, two hundred and twenty thousand, six hundred and seventy-four point one hundred and ninety-three.” Geto repeated it again under his breath, his eyes still fixed on the bar door.

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“I can’t believe the teacher gave us more work,” Geto grunted, storming into his room. “Where do you want to start?”

He placed his Bible on the desk, throwing his backpack onto the bed. Gojo followed in his footsteps, throwing the book on the bed and placing the backpack on the floor, opening it immediately with a sigh.

“We can start with the document the teacher gave us…” Gojo’s voice was full of doubts and uncertainties, his hands frantically searching his backpack for his notebook. “We can read it and go from there.”

Geto didn't say anything.

Sitting down at the desk, the brunette turned on his computer and waited a few moments until his desktop began to glow in shades of blue and silver. “You start with the document and I’ll look for which books we need to study.”

Gojo nodded and, after making himself comfortable on his best friend's bed, he began to dive into the waves of knowledge in the document, reading and rereading concepts and terms, looking for something in the various lines of ink that could help him in his new work.

Geto, in turn, opened the web page, typing a few words before spending minutes opening and closing tabs, desperately looking for help. Beside him, the Bible was open, several sheets of papers and memory aids reminding Geto which books he needed to highlight and look deeper into.

Shrouded in stories and theories, the two friends didn't notice as the hours passed; Too focused on their work, taking some notes and highlighting the most important thing, Geto and Gojo disconnected from the outside world, believing that, the sooner they finished that work, the sooner they would free themselves from the academic responsibilities that gave them so many headaches.

The sun was slowly setting.

From Geto's bedroom window, the various street lamps began to shine with the certainty that a long night was approaching; cars and people retired to their homes at the end of a long day of work and in the sky, between the soft clouds and the dark blue expanse, several stars made their way to the earth, telling in their death endless stories of past memories and lives lived.

Geto stretched out in his chair. Putting down the computer mouse for a moment and looking away from the screen for the first time since he got home, Geto felt tired. Totally devastated by a complicated day in his life: the Classical Texts exam had gone wrong, no matter how many prayers were in the Bible, he knew that his grade would go down; the teacher, at the end of the exam, gave his students one last assignment in a week full of exams and presentations; and, to end the last ray of hope in Geto, that day had been another day in which he was unable to do anything other than admire you.

It had been almost two years, but Geto had simply withdrawn into a bubble of shyness that prevented him from functioning decently in front of you. He didn't understand why, but you had a power over him; like a spell, an enchantment that prevented him from functioning normally in your presence. It all happened so fast, he didn't even remember the first time he succumbed to your charms, but, once consumed by your unique, cosmic essence, he found himself trapped in a web of emotions that prevented him from leaving.

But now was not the time to dwell on you. Now Geto had an obligation to fulfill and, as much as he wanted to ignore it, he knew that his responsibility as a student had to be pleased.

“Do you want to order food?”

Gojo straightened up in bed, putting his pencil behind his ear, adjusting his sunglasses on his head. “I’m not very hungry…”

“But we need to eat,” Geto stood up with a small grunt, walking away from the desk and grabbing his cell phone. “I'm going to order some food and I'll take the opportunity to call Shoko to ask her for the texts for tomorrow.”

Gojo didn't answer him.

With tired eyes and a yawn trapped in his mouth, Gojo saw his best friend leaving the room, making the room plunge into serene silence.

Tired of studying, feeling a strong pain in his back, Gojo fell onto the bed, taking out his cell phone and starting to explore the digital world while waiting for Geto to return.

Gojo was freely lost among images and videos, reading loose sentences without any context, finding a bit of tranquility in the mess of others; Gojo's slender fingers moved across the screen with ease, clicking on images and links, allowing him to sink into a little peace before returning to work.

But no matter how involved he was in the digital world, that didn't stop Gojo from listening.

It was a faint, low sound, like the turning of a page; it was brief, lasting only a second, something too small to be noticed; but Gojo noticed, Gojo realized that something had happened, and when he sat back down on the bed and looked at Geto's desk, he saw it.

A small, white card rested gently on the wooden surface. It was thin, almost invisible from Gojo's point of view, but those dark letters, that black that adorned the card left no room for doubt: Geto had just received his card.

Gojo leaned forward, looking closely at the initials and numbers written on the card.

There was silence.

A dark silence took over Geto's room, leaning into every corner, refusing to leave through the door that Geto had left open. The shadows in the room seemed thicker at that moment, gaining a bit of dimension when seen from the corner of Gojo's eye; it seemed like they were watching him, trying to keep Gojo's actions in their dark corners, silently judging everything Gojo did, everything he thought.

But Gojo continued to look at the card, memorizing the initials and numbers, repeating them in his mind over and over again. Until he heard Geto's voice approaching the room and he let the shadows keep the secret he had just made.

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Geto was at the bus stop patiently waiting. Letting the sun warm him through the bus stop window, Geto faced the road with a smile on his lips.

Seeing students and teachers walking up and down the street, hearing the happy birdsong and feeling the cool breeze of the day on his face, Geto couldn't be happier at that moment. That day, it seemed as if the whole world had gained a new color, a new meaning, as if all the stars that made up the universe had arranged themselves especially to link Geto's path.

He was certain that in that day nothing would destroy his enthusiasm. Not when he held tightly to a small white card and waited patiently for a bus to arrive, for you to arrive.

It had been mere minutes since Geto arrived at the stop to see your bus arriving punctually at your building. Keeping all the enthusiasm he was feeling in a small box inside his heart, Geto approached you when you got off the platform, ready for another day of classes.

“Good morning!”

“Oh, good morning, Geto,” your smile painted constellations, illuminating the entire universe with a simple curve of affection and delicacy. “Were you waiting for me?”

“Eighty-three million, two hundred and twenty thousand, six hundred and seventy-four point one hundred and ninety-three.”

You stopped walking and looked seriously at your classmate. Confused by why those numbers were recited so passionately, you waited for Geto to continue his reasoning. Looking closely at Geto, you couldn't help but let out a small smile; there was something about his childish enthusiasm, his cosmic joy that made you feel at least the slightest bit comfortable.

“It’s your number, isn’t it?”

“And how do you know my number?” your smile had taken on a playful tone, not realizing where that conversation would lead you, or why he was having it with you at that moment. As such, and as always, you just waited.

“Because they gave me that number yesterday.”

Geto handed you the small card he kept in his hand. Curious about his words, you looked at that white piece of paper, seeing your number and initials in dark tones.

Y/N 83220674,193

You remained silent for a moment while you assimilated all that information.

In reality, you hadn't received your card yet, but you didn't care. In so many years of life, you have never had the need to get together with someone, to let the gods guide your destiny with a mere card; but that didn't mean you weren't expecting it. You were never a romantic by nature, avoiding cliché films and closing the books when the couple began to express their eternal love for each other; but that didn't mean you didn't want that magic for yourself.

The reality is that throughout your life you have had to worry about something more than the triviality that was love. From friendships to school, your entire life was made up of obstacles that prevented you from delving into the complex webs of romantic relationships that could have been.

But there it was. A card. Your number. Your initials. There was no denying it – Geto’s soulmate was you.

Still trapped in those complex numbers and the beautiful initials carved into the white of the card, your mind began to wander to a future that could exist, leaving you speechless, completely surrendered to the surprise of the event.

“You seem excited about that idea,” not knowing how to respond, not knowing how to act after that revelation, you tried to focus your attention on Geto, starting to walk into the building with your colleague always by your side.

“Just happy for the confirmation.”

“Confirmation?” You looked at Geto confused and he just smiled before opening the door to the building for you.

“I always knew it was you.”

You gave a small laugh that gently echoed through the interior of the building. “What made you so sure?”

“That’s what I felt.” Geto let a sigh escape him, his lips expanding more and more into the victorious smile he wore. “Since the first day I saw you.”

You looked curiously at Geto as you climbed the stairs to the second floor.

“I can't explain it to you, but from the first day I saw you, I felt something inside me change. It's hard to explain, but it's as if the forces of the universe were pulling me towards you. Many times, without meaning to, I was already looking at you and wondering how I could talk to you.”

Geto's words traveled seamlessly to your ears, collecting all the celestial magic they could grab along the way. Geto's confession appeared wrapped in the stardust of the sky that sheltered you, leaving you to smile shyly at your colleague's frankness.

Would it be true? All the words Geto said seemed too whimsical to be real, his honesty appearing like a small butterfly on warmer days, flapping its wings and simplicity with the lightness of someone who didn't care about what he said.

“Very well,” you said finally, opening the door to the classroom and giving Geto space to enter. “And what do you intend to do with this new information?”

“For starters,” smiled Geto, leaning against one of the desks, the one where you always sat, and putting his hands in his pants pockets, “I’m going to ask you out on a date.”

“What if I say no?”

You sat in your seat, placing your backpack on the table and looking at Geto with amusement.

“I will invite you until you say yes.”

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You wouldn't go as far as to say you were in love, but the truth was you felt something.

You would never think that agreeing to go out with Geto would bring you the avalanche of feelings that you started to feel. There was something about him. Something that moved you, that managed to reach your core and comfort your heart as if it were a blanket. You couldn't explain what it was, you couldn't explain what it was like, you just felt it. And it was something so unique and unusual that it consumed you every time you were with Geto.

Since the day you agreed to go out with him, your whole world seemed to have changed.

“Explain something to me,” Geto stretched as he sat in the chair. Leaning forward and resting his chin on his hand, he stared at you, eyes so bright and passionate that he made you feel important.

“What?”

“What do I need to do so I can be yours?”

You choked on the water. The words that Geto said hadn't crossed your mind, taking you by surprise.

You coughed once, twice, three times, placed the glass of water on the table and looked at Geto, your eyes still shining with the tears that had formed seconds ago.

“What?”

“I just want to know,” his smile was infectious. Whenever Geto looked at you, he smiled, a smile that spread across his face and made him more beautiful, more brilliant, as if that curve of his lips were the only detail about him. “We have already gone on several dates. We already know each other well. What is missing?"

You stared at Geto.

In fact, you felt something every time you were with Geto, your heart growing warmer with each moment shared with him. But that something was indescribable, you couldn't understand the nature of that something. What was it? How had it come about? Why did it torment you so much every time you were with Geto?

Yes. You could ignore it. Just take yourself in the comfort of that feeling, and allow yourself to enjoy a little of the tranquility that that feeling offered you. But there was something about that feeling, there was something that made you feel nervous. Maybe it was because you were happy and it had been years since you last felt so carefree and light; maybe it was because you couldn't explain what you felt, the lack of words and descriptions leaving you delirious. You didn't know exactly what it was. You just knew you weren't ready.

“I'm waiting,” you let out a small smile, looking at the water in the glass and thinking deeply about that something attacking your heart. What was that?

“For a formal request?” Geto let out a small laugh, so beautiful and melodious that it made the authenticity of your smile change tones, the small line becoming more real with that laugh. “I can kneel here right now and ask you to be yours.”

“No,” now it was you who laughed, holding Geto's hands when he made a move to get up. “Don’t you dare!”

“So what do you want? Tell me and I’ll give you anything.”

“My card.”

You whispered your confession a little nervously, letting your voice get lost in the university bar.

Geto looked at you, the smile that beautified him so much gently fading as he thought and repeated your words in his mind. Your card. Your card? Why were you waiting for something you already knew? What did you want to find in your white piece? Why was confirming a number so important to you? Didn't you feel your connection? Didn't you feel how your souls were interconnected for generations and eras, your essence existing on the same star before inhabiting the human bodies that held you back from expressing your true love?

“Why?”

Geto's voice had changed tone. Before playful, sprinkled with passion and affection, it was now serious, monotonous, without any feeling attached to the intonation of the syllables.

“Just…” you continued to stare at the glass of water, too embarrassed by your whim, thinking that your request was a betrayal for Geto. “I just want to be sure.”

Geto looked at you without showing any emotion. His bright eyes were now opaque, focused on your figure, studying your posture; his lips were in a straight line, too tense from the conversation to be able to express a mere smile.

Finally, he took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes and putting his hands in his coat pockets.

“If that’s what you want, I’ll wait.”

Geto's words gently lifted your chin, finally looking at him, seeing a small, shy smile on his lips, filled with a small sadness, wrapped in understanding.

“Tell me your number.”

“Sixty-nine point zero, one, six, zero.”

“…six, zero,” Geto’s number was now saved on your cell phone. You were smiling, believing that that exchange of numbers could be the last drop to fill the glass of your doubts – it had to be him, you felt it.

Geto got up from his chair, smiling and offering you his hand.

You put your cell phone away and held Geto's hand, feeling his warm, thin fingers intertwine with yours, gently pulling you out of the bar and taking you through the city's flowery paths to your house.

Saying goodbye with a kiss on your forehead, Geto watched you enter your home, the smile he still wore being painted with love and complete devotion – how he loved you.

You sighed when you entered the house. You were tired. Classes were becoming increasingly demanding and, with the semester almost over, the pressure only increased.

You placed your hands on your shoulders and pressed down hard as you walked to your room. Your back was burning, a fog of anxiety was clouding your mind, your feet were asking for a moment of rest.

You threw yourself onto the bed, leaving your backpack at the bedroom door. You were exhausted, you couldn't even open your eyes. Ready to get some sleep before studying, you took your cell phone out of your pants pocket and placed it on the bedside table next to the white card.

The white card.

As if pinching you with electricity, the card woke you up to reality. You quickly sat down on the bed, holding that piece of paper in your hands. Finally the confirmation, finally the key to your happiness.

S.G.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━❀━━━━━━━━━━━━━

You abruptly pulled Gojo into an empty room. After closing the door with some force, you faced your friend who looked at you confused and a little worried.

“What…”

“You should have told me.”

You cut Gojo's words without any difficulty, throwing your card at Gojo, he fumbling to catch the lightness of the paper.

You were upset, completely furious. Your heart pounded with the knowledge of that betrayal, forcing you to look at Gojo with angry eyes and trembling lips.

“What happe…”

“Look at the card,” you didn’t want to shout at Gojo, it wasn’t in your nature to speak loudly to other people, but at that moment, totally consumed by all the emotions that arose in your heart, you couldn’t control your tone of voice, your words coming out louder than intended. “Look at the card and explain to me why you didn’t tell me!”

Gojo's blue eyes looked at you nervously, the glow that embellished them giving them a fear that was completely unknown to him. It took a while. He was still assimilating your words, repeating them in his head, trying to understand what you specifically meant. But, when all the dots connected, when your anger became justifiable and the card essential, Gojo quickly looked at the card, letting out a small curse when he saw the initials and numbers that adorned the white piece of paper.

S.G. 2430.1872

“I can explain…”

“I don't believe it. It is really you! You switched the cards!”

You let out a fake laugh, turning your body to face the door in an attempt to calm down. After taking a deep breath once, twice, three times, you looked back at Gojo, who now had a look of determination that didn't match your conversation.

“He loves you.”

“He’s not my soulmate,” you couldn’t explain, but your eyes started to water. Anger? Despair? Betrayal? What emotion did you seek from the turbulent sea that shook your heart to make you want to cry?

“That doesn’t invalidate the fact that he loves you.”

You shook your head, your lips forming a fake, angry smile, painted with the turmoil that existed in your heart. “You know perfectly well it does.”

“Listen,” Gojo approached you, the card held in one of his hands, his sunglasses almost falling off his head. “You like him. It's noticeable! The way you look at him, the way you shine when you're with him. You…"

“No!” you shouted without realizing it, snatching the card from Gojo's hand and waving it in front of his eyes. “You are my soulmate. It's you I have to stay with. You are the one I have to love.”

“No. No! No!” now Gojo was also shouting, desperate to make himself heard, wanting to explain himself at all costs. “You don’t have to keep yours…”

“You know perfectly well what happens to those who don’t stay with their soulmate.” Sadness. Hurt. Suffering. Grief. Years of pure despair. Years of nothing but anguish. “Do you really want him to be like that? Consumed by the negativity of the universe?”

“How,” Gojo laughed, a little insane with your argument, taking his hands to his head and taking off the glasses that made him feel weird. “How is he going to be unhappy if he has loved you since the first day you met?”

“Feelings come and go,” your tone returned to normal, your gaze now trapping Gojo in a box with no escape, your conversation turning from despair to frustration. “He wouldn’t be happy with me.”

Gojo looked at you furious with your deaf ears. You looked at Gojo irritated by his empty words.

The door opened.

Geto entered.

“I heard screams… Is everything okay?”

Geto's eyes jumped from you to Gojo. He was confused, he didn't understand why you were alone in an empty room screaming. On the other side of the door, Geto hadn't been able to understand the nature of your argument, but now looking at you, he knew it was something serious.

“Tell him.” Your eyes finally got tired, the first tear sliding easily down your face, taking with it a bit of the sadness of reality. “Tell him, Gojo.”

“Tell me what?”

Now Geto started to get nervous. What had happened between the two of you to create such a tense atmosphere? How did the two of you, the ones who were always joking with each other, the ones who knew nothing more than laughter and smiles, how did the two of you end up screaming and crying?

“Tell him how I will never be happy with him because I am destined to love you.”

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Toji Fushiguro

MDNI ✨

Heads up!: angst, smut in missionary, reader is like a mom to Megumi, Toji cries. I felt some type of way after seeing his last moments with Megumi so I had to write it down :(

Knowing Toji Fushiguro was draining. If it wasn’t him ghosting you on dates or using you as a late night booty call it was him leaving you to babysit Megumi, which you had no problem with. You loved Megumi. Sure he wasn’t your child, but he was the closest thing you’d ever have to a son. His mom passed not that long ago, poor kid and poor Toji. You were and always have been supporting of the two of them. You met him while serving for the Zenin clan,he was somewhat nice to you, you used to take Megumi to the maid’s room and set up care for him, then you picked up and left. Toji ended up finding you out of desperation. He showed up at your door, Megumi in one arm, diaper bag and his favorite stuffed wolf in the other.

After that he would come see you regularly with or without the little Fushiguro. Recently it’s been a lot though. You couldn’t figure Toji out lately and it felt like he didn’t want you to understand him either. He was busy and it gave you the time to get to know Megumi a lot more. You sat down on the carpet doing a puzzle with little Megumi, your phone buzzing several times.

Fushiguro: Hey

Fushiguro: Thank you for taking care of the little one. Wanna meet for lunch?

Y/n: I’ll go, but if you don’t show, Megumi and I will max out your tab on chicken nuggets and kimchi stew.

Fushiguro: Yeah, I’m good for it. It’s a date. I owe you. Plus need to talk to you bout something. See you in 20.

You got Megumi ready and drove to meet Toji at your normal spot. He loved to bet on the boats, you and Megumi cheered on every boat in the water while Toji chuckled to himself. He never got lucky often, but having two great women in his life and his son was more than he could have asked for.

As you walked in you spotted Toji who was already sat in a booth. He waved you both over. You walked towards him but you couldn’t place your finger on it.. something was different about him today.

“Hey.” He smirked, separating his chopsticks.

“Hey stranger.” You sat and got comfortable.

“How have you been?” He asked. He looked all over your face, admiring your features.

“Good, y’know how Megumi and I spend our time. He’s grown so fast. He turns eight next week.” You chuckled at him. Megumi smiled at you as you played with his hair.

“Hey son, why don’t you go to the claw machine, win miss y/n something cute.” Toji gave Megumi ten dollars in quarters and before running off to the machine, he thanked Toji. “Love you miss y/n.”

You both smiled at eachother.

“I love you too honey, make sure you try to get something cool, yeah?” You pinched his cheek.

Megumi ran off and played while Toji took on a more serious demeanor while you two started to eat.

“I’m gonna set you, Megumi and I up for life.” He smirked at you.

“Toji, you didn’t..” you gave him a look of discontent.

“I had to.. i wont tell you anything else but in the rare case that I lose this fight, you and Megumi will be set for life. The money is set to go to a mailbox in a school in Tokyo. I want Megumi to go to high school there. You take him and just keep bein’ his mom. I don’t want to be all sappy out here but you deserve to know at least that. But when I come home I’ll buy us a house instead of living in that box.” He smiled at you.

“It’s called an apartment. It’s a mini house Toji and I can afford it..” You smiled and sighed. Too many emotions were coursing through your brain and you were starting to dissociate. Toji took note of that and got up from his seat across from you to sit next to you. Your head instantly went to rest on his shoulder and he caressed your cheek. Toji Fushiguro was not usually as mean or self centered as people thought he was. When he really cared for his people he would show them that. Everyone else is either in the way or not helping.

“He loves you, y’know. Megumi doesn’t like shit, hell he barely even likes me from time to time. But I see it. You love him like his mom would have.. damn it.” He sighed. You felt something wet hit the top of your head. Toji Fushiguro was crying.

“Can I get you guys anything? Any refills?” The waitress asked.

Toji slammed his fist on the table, wiping his eyes. The waitress flinched. You quickly gave her an apologetic look.

“I’ll take some chicken nuggets and Mac and cheese to go for our little one.” You responded nicely to her. She walked away.

“I’m sorry Toji, this must be very hard on you. You know I’ll take care of Megumi the best I can til you get back and can take care of the both of you.” You smiled. God you were making this too hard for him.

“Both of you. All three of us. I love you and even though I’ve been slacking on showing you, you’re the only one I want y/n. No one else cares for Megumi the way you do. I’ve been taking advantage of that. I only come around when I want to show you I care but I’m shitty at that too. You’re not just some booty call or the woman who babysits my son. You’re the woman that I love who also happens to love my son and I right back. I haven’t had that since my wife died.” He sighed. More of his hot tears rolled down his face. He wiped them.

“I love you too. You and Megumi are my boys. I’m glad you finally told me. Now I understand why you’re always staring at me.” You both chuckled as Megumi came back with a few things from the claw machine.

“Wowww! Megumi look at all this stuff! What did you get?” You wiped your own tears and Megumi sat in front of you both as he showed off his collection of machine toys.

“I got these three for me, these are for you miss y/n and I got this one for dad.” He smiled.

“Thanks kid, how about we go watch the boats after we finish up here?” He smiled at you both.

Megumi cheered in approval and you guys wrapped up your food.

After walking alongside the lake where the boats were racing you and Toji held hands as Megumi was on his shoulders. The summer day was nearing its end as a warm sunset painted your face golden. It was time to head home.

“And the little ducky swam home, the end” you finished reading to Megumi who was fast asleep.

After you shut the door to the room you labeled as his, you met up with Toji in your own bedroom. He was standing, body towering over you as his muscles relaxed. He reached up to touch you, eyes hungry and seeking your approval. His breath hitched as his hands traveled your clothed body. Your eyelids seemed heavy—drunk with arousal at his seduction. When you and Toji had sex it never started out this serious. Toji was always full of jokes and profanities. Maybe it’s because the last time you saw him was three months ago, now he’s thirsty for your affection and sex because this might be the last time you two see eachother.

Toji lifted you up and your short body slammed against the wall. He dug right in, tasting the skin on your neck and savoring every lick and kiss as you reached out to hold him and feel his own body. His hands traveled up your shirt and wasted no time grabbing one of your breasts as he positioned your legs around his waist. “Toji- be gentle.” You moaned. It fell upon deaf ears, he was already focused, ripping your shirt off in the process. He pulled your bra down, sucking on your soft nipples and turning them hard and wet. He fought your mouth with dominant kisses trying so hard to show you he was desperate for you. Desperate to take this job and come out alive for you. Toji threw you on the bed, taking his clothes off and laying down. His back rested on the headboard.

“Show me how much you’re gonna miss me.” He smirked.

You crawled up to his naked body, peppering kisses from his mouth down to his cock. You moaned after every kiss, his length twitching and dripping Precum at every sultry moan you let out for him. You took his tip in your hand and licked from the base to his tip, then covering him in saliva as you started your slow paced sucking. You sucked and jerked, making Toji a mess. He was groaning and reaching out to touch your head. Eventually he succeeded, grabbing your head and making you look up at him, his cock still shoved into your perfect lips. “You can take it right mama?” He asked with a sly smirk. You nodded quickly before relaxing your throat for him. Toji fucked your throat passionately (if that was even a thing..) it wasn’t too slow and it wasn’t too fast. Toji was usually the first to cum and would help you afterwards but he wanted to savor this moment. His cock twitched and he lifted you up by your hair.

“C’mere.” He said pulling you into a kiss. You were now straddling him, wet pussy threatening to bounce on his dripping cock. His tip was red and angry, pulsating at the view. He groaned and continued to kiss you until he set his hands on your waist. He looked up and you made a small noise, you were desperate for him to be inside you. “Toj- I want it so bad please. I’d do anything for you.” You moaned. Toji flipped you over aggressively. Your chest hit the bed, arms reaching out to grab a pillow while your ass was in the air. Toji lined himself up with your dripping hole, grabbing either side of your hips with both of his hands. He slowly pushed into you, his breath hitching and teeth gritting at just the swollen tip making its entrance into your heavenly pussy. You moaned loudly into the sheets as he stretched you out. He pulled a pillow towards you.

“Bite into it, don’t wanna wake up Megumi.” He panted.

You nodded and put your face into the pillow. Toji grabbed both of your arms and held them behind your back and he kissed down your back. “Just breathe.” He sighed pushing deeper within your gummy walls. The way you sucked him in was god like- Toji couldn’t contain himself. He sighed in defeat and started roughly fucking you from behind. You didn’t have time to catch your breath, Toji’s skillful assault on your pussy was knocking the wind out of you since you had gotten no warning. You were already getting close, hearing him groan in satisfaction with every ball slapping thrust. Your eyes spilled tears as Toji continued to stretch you and pound you. “Close-god I’m so close. Gonna give you another baby.” He grunted with his eyes suddenly starting to close. “Mph-uh- Toji please, I want to carry another child for you.” You whimpered. That was all he needed as his thrusts became sloppier, the coil building up in the pit of your stomach like fireworks. You released all over his cock, whimpering as he continued to pound into you. “Here-m’right here.” He groaned. He couldn’t take it anymore, cock spraying your insides down with his own white cum. He lied down beside you as cum threatened to drop out of your abused hole. You lied down, body defeated with toji’s love. Completely satisfied.

He turned to you and placed your head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you.

“If I die, don’t tell Megumi how shitty I was. I want him to be able to forget about me… reach his full potential.” He sighed closing his eyes.

“He doesn’t think you’re shitty, but I’ll make sure to train him everyday. I won’t let the Zenin get him.”

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