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Their constant flirting never ended, often finding yourself sandwiched between the two males with their hands and mouths on your body.

It didn’t take long for you to inevitably fuck them. Cooped up in your office during lunch hour as they took turns fucking you raw and filling you up.

Then it happened again.. and again. Becoming a regular routine for the two men to use your pretty cunt for their pleasure.

You were in your office once more, your blouse unbuttoned down to your tits which spilled out of your lace bra. Your pencil skirt bunched around your waist as you bounced on Geto’s cock. Your hands on his shoulder to steady yourself and your head falling back in a string of loud moans.

Gojo stood above you with his hand around your neck, his lips on your ear as he rasped degrading words into your ear. “Just a lil fucking slut aren’t ya? Good for nothing else but spreading those sexy legs f’ us.”

You mewled at his words, hearing Geto grunt deeply when you clenched down on him. His cock was piercing your insides so deep, slamming mercilessly into your gummy walls which each upward movement of his hips. “Fuck, this slutty pussy never gets tired does it? Fucking made to take our cocks.” Geto groaned, his breathing speeding up as his hands on your hips tightened.

“Nnh— S-sugu- ahh— Suguru,” you cried out, your brain slowly losing any train of thought as you were roughly fucked closer to your orgasm.

“Fucking slut, you like that?” Gojo grinned, “Like having your slutty pussy filled?”

You nodded, your body trembling as your stomach tightened, the feeling of Geto’s cock hitting your g spot with no stop becoming too much as you let out a high pitched cry.

Your eyes rolling back and your breathing heavy as you felt yourself near the edge. Letting out incoherent babbles that you were about to cum.

“Is our little slut gonna cum for us? Go ahead baby, you deserve it.” Geto breathed, feeling his own release nearing as you spasmed on top of him. Nails digging into his back as your pussy gushed onto him messily.

Your lips parted, Geto’s cock pace still relentless as he chased his own high. Short moans matching his thrusts while you rolled your hips back and forth. Gojo chuckled, kissing and sucking up your neck before biting at the lobe of your ear. Bringing his lips to yours to kiss you sloppily, squeezing the sides of your neck before his other hand pried your mouth open with his fingers.

A smirk on his face as he let his spit fall onto your tongue, landing two mean slaps to your cheek before his fingers were back to forcing his saliva down your throat “So pretty like this.”

You whimpered around his fingers, small tears welling in your eyes as the slender digits pushed deeper into your mouth. Your drool running down your chin and his hand when you sputtered.

“Hmm, that’s what i like to fucking see.” Gojo could feel his cock straining hard in his work pants. The bulging dent more than visible to your eyes.

“Shit,” Geto cursed, his cock twitching at the sight of you gagging on Gojo’s fingers when the white haired man began to thrust them in and out.

Letting out a dragged groan, Geto held you still on his cock, pumping ropes of his hot seed into you. “Fucking look at how this pussy’s swallowing my cum.” he mused, slowly pulling you off of him and watching as you clenched down on nothing. Preventing his cum from seeping out of your greedy cunt.

Geto scoffed with a smirk, landing a harsh smack to your folds making you mewl, his palm coming into contact with your puffy clit.

“Guess it’s my turn.” Gojo bit his lip, roughly pulling you off of Geto by your throat and forcing you down onto your knees. Freeing his rock hard cock while his fingers dug into your cheeks. His cock throbbing when you looked up at him through your lashes. “Open.”

You did as told, opening your mouth to allow the man to thrust into it. A loud gag sounding in the small office as he forced it all the way in. The outline of his cock prominent in your throat as you breathed through your nose.

Still keeping eye contact when he grabbed onto the two sides of your head and began fucking your face. Moaning and groaning loudly while watching you messily drool onto your tits. Your eyes blurry with tears as your throat was relentlessly fucked into.

Geto began to stroke his cock to the choked gags sounding in your throat with each slam of Gojo’s hips. Your own hand reaching down to play with your clit as your mouth was used for nothing but pleasure.

Gojo grunted, “Now would you look at that, cock hungry whore’s getting off to this.”

Your whine was muffled as you ruthlessly rubbed over the bud, Geto’s cum beginning to seep out of your cunt as you messily rubbed your clit from side to side. Your wetness coating the floor and your hand as you whimpered around Gojo’s cock.

Gojo groaned, pulling you off of his cock and to your feet. His tongue swiping over the tears collected on your cheeks. “Wanna cum in that tight pussy instead.” Roughly bending you over your desk and landing a slap onto the flesh of your ass.

A moan leaving you when his hands reached to free your tits from the confinement of your bra. He wasted no time in plowing into you from behind. Your mouth falling open in scream like moans as you gripped the edges of the desk. Feeling his cock hammering its way deep into you, and hard.

You let out a cry every time his girth filled you up, grazing against your g spot even more than Geto had. “A-ahh f-fuck—“ you cried shakily, your body being jerked onto piles of paperwork, “Satoruu— nnh- ‘s so deep.” you keened. Your head getting dizzy as Geto’s cum was drilled out of you.

Gojo’s hips moving at an inhuman pace to bully your poor pussy. You lost it when a large hand reached forward to grope your tits, squeezing your hard nipples between his fingers before slapping each one. Drawing two consecutive cries past your lips.

“That’s it. Fucking take it.” Gojo gritted out, his fingers digging into your sides to fuck into you even faster. “Gonna breed this little pussy so full.”

The sensation was different, feeling Gojo’s tip prodding at your sensitive spot nonstop. The abuse causing your bladder to feel full as you moaned. Your eyes closing as you pressed your cheeks onto the glass desk. Seeing Geto fisting his cock at the same pace you were being destroyed at.

“S-shit,” Gojo breathed, his cock twitching against your walls. His head falling back in sharp breaths as he neared his release. “Clenching down on me so- fuck— tight.”

Your noises carried no sound as the most intense orgasm washed over you. Your body shaking uncontrollably as your toes curled, increasing your grip on the desks edge. “O-oh f-fuckkk.” you cried out loudly.

Unknowingly forcing Gojo’s cock out your slippery cunt as you squirted. Streams after streams of the clear liquid spraying messily onto his abs and thighs, a shiver raking through your body when your hand reached down to rub quick circles on your clit. “Nnhg— ahh, o-oh god,” you mewled tearily, your pussy unable to stop gushing despite the buckling of your knees.

Your body shivered when you finally came to a stop, panting hard in an attempt to catch your breath as your body went limp. A loud whistle coming from the man behind you as he assessed what just happened. Grinning widely before his eyes darkened.

“That was so fucking..” thrusting his cock back into you, “hot.” His thrusts now becoming uncoordinated as he rut into you. The sight of your orgasm somehow making him even harder than before. Skin on skin filling the air along with the lewd squelching sounds from your pussy.

Geto still couldn’t believe his eyes, his tip and angry red as he neared another release.

Gojo cursed out loudly, giving you his final crazed thrusts before he was burying his cock all the way in. Painting your guts with a satisfied hum. “Such a good breeding bunny for us.”

Geto got off of his seat, his abs tensing as he continued stroking his cock. “Put her on her knees for me.”

Gojo slipped out of you effortlessly, setting your jelly like frame on your knees for Geto to cum on your face and on your tits. Your fucked out brain barely registering it as you were coated with the sticky white substance.

The two mens’ heads turned at the sound of the office door being unlocked. You being too tired to even hear the sound. The was only one person who could have a key.. your boss, Toji Fushiguro.

Geto and Gojo glanced at each other, hurriedly trying to tuck themselves back in their pants while standing side by side facing the door in an attempt to hide you.

A deep voice traveled through the room as the door was slammed open. “Don’t bother, i know you three have been fucking.”

Shit.

“And you two know that this is unacceptable behavior.” Closing and locking the door behind him before walking up to you, watching as you blinked up at him confused. Toji stooped in front of you. Taking in the state of your clothes, the cum on your body and most importantly, your leaking pussy.

“S-sir we can exp-“

“Shut up.” Toji growled out, trailing a finger down your cheek. “It’s already bad enough that you two decided to play selfish with my pretty little employee.”

Gojo’s eyes widened, “What?”

“Don’t act all surprised, did you really think you could keep that pussy of hers all to yourselves?” Toji laughed, tilting his head at you with a coo, “You hear that baby? They thought they could get away with not sharing.”

You whimpered when Toji picked you up, his large muscles flexing under his shirt as he sat you on the desk. The other two’s soft cocks hardening again as they watched.

Toji smirked down at you, “Look at how dirty they have you.” Dragging his finger across your plump bottom lip, “Seems they’ve already done a number on ya. Shame that i have to add onto that.”

The man freed his cock from his pants, being way thicker and longer than the other to. You swallowed hard, your pussy getting wet at the thought of that in you.

Toji groaned, bringing his finger down to your cunt to dip into your sopping hole. “They couldn’t even open you up enough to take me. Looks like i’m about to ruin that fucking pussy.”

You mewled loudly when Toji lifted you up and in line with his cock. Already manhandling your body into a folded position to use you as his flesh light.

“Gonna break your slutty body baby, you ready for that?” Toji didn’t even give you a chance to respond before thrusting you down onto his cock. A loud cry falling off your tongue as his cock bulged in your stomach. Your pussy stretching to accommodate his girth.

“One of you. Come eat her out.” Gojo was quick to walk up to you, sitting on the sturdy desk and connecting his tongue to your cunt as Toji began to fuck himself using your pussy. Roughly lifting you on and off his cock, your moans deafening as he kissed your g spot right before kissing your cervix. Geto’s tongue swirling around your clit was a groan. Swallowing down your sweetness eagerly.

Geto stood jerking off again, his fist circling around his tip before stroking his length.

Your brain slowly turned to mush as you were fucked dumb. Gojo falling to his knees at the same time Toji decided to sit with you out his lap. His hands under your knees which were pressed up into your chest. Pounding into you with no mercy while Gojo suckled at your clit.

You mewled loudly, your head falling back onto Toji’s chest as your sensitive body was toyed with. Feeling another intense orgasm quickly bubbling in yours stomach as Toji’s cock hit a new angle. Hammering directly into your spot with force.

Geto appeared in front of your face, tapping his cock on your lips and watching as you opened up as wide as you can. Your moans and cries being muffled as your legs started to quiver. Geto groaned, easing himself fully past your lips and settling at the back of your tongue.

Your noises increased in volume when Gojo began flicking his tongue onto the swollen bud. Your pussy tightening on Toji’s cock while you sloppily attempted to suck Geto off. The man eventually taking the lead by fucking into the warmth of your mouth instead.

His heavy breaths mixing with your throaty cries and Toji’s deep groans. Creating an atmosphere of nothing but lewdity. Toji grunted, “You’re a real slut huh?” And you only whined into Geto, the noise sending vibrations a his body.

Gojo smirked against your skin, “We tell her that all the time, our personal little cum dump.” Going batch to latching his mouth onto you making you let out a choked moan.

You reflexively came off of Geto’s cock when you felt yourself about to cum. Your eyes rolled back and your forehead sweaty as your heart raced. Geto forcing his cock back into your mouth before you could get anything out. Tears welling in your eyes as your orgasm washed over you.

“Is our good little slut cumming for us?” Gojo teased, sucking harshly to drive you crazy. His mouth opening in anticipation as another squirting orgasm recked through you. The immense pleasure burning your stomach as you let go. Messily drenching Gojo’s face and the desk in front of you.

Toji’s thighs also becoming soaked as he fucked against the forceful sprays threatening to push his cock out. “Shit.” he husked, his cock twitching when you began to come down from your high. Your chest heaved, vision fading in and out as Geto began spilling into your mouth, the thick liquid sliding down your throat making you gag.

“Fuck- pussy feels like it was made to be bred.” Toji breathed, the thrusts slowing down as he released weeks’ worth of cum into you. Swelling your belly and you groan softly at the continuous feeling of being filled up.

Toji let his cock slip out of you, the still hard length springing into the air

Gojo placed a soft kiss to your cunt before he stood up with a smirk. His cum staining his pants from his cock rubbing against the fabric while he ate you out.

Gojo kissed your lips softly, a small smiling gracing your face. “Did so well for us. Such a good girl.” you let out a well needed breath. “‘M tired..” you mumbled.

Geto speaking up from where he stood, “Gotta get you cleaned up first baby.”

You shook your head sleepily, ignoring the feeling of multiple sets of cum flowing from your pussy as you closer your eyes. Snuggling closer to Toji’s hard chest before falling asleep.

Toji’s finger made soothing shapes on your skin, his voice calm and his face holding a spine chilling smile. “You’re lucky i don’t fire your asses for taking my claim before me.”

Gojo and Geto scratching the back of their heads nervously.

“But,” Toji continued, looking down at your pretty face as you slept. Your chest rising and falling softly. “We got more important things on our hands, like truly making her feel like she did a good job.” The other two nodding in agreement.

UNKNOWN: you’re really pretty

It was strange, having a secret admirer. Not scary-strange, but also not romantic-strange. Just… strange. The kind that made you double-check locks you were sure you’d turned.

It started three months ago, quietly enough that you could feign ignorance. Parcels appearing at your door without warning. Snacks materialising beside your notes when you came back from bathroom breaks. Tickets slid into your bag, tucked between textbooks as if they belonged there. Any interest you mentioned, even offhand, was answered.

The anime you’d complained about not finding time to watch came with the first few manga volumes stacked neatly on your doorstop. When your favourite artist dropped a new album, the CD appeared the same week atop your notes, signed and still shrink-wrapped. A movie you tweeted about wanting to see arrived as a cinema ticket with a food voucher, your name printed cleanly across the top.

Attentive didn’t begin to cover it – this person knew you intimately.

At first, it unsettled you enough to lose sleep. You replayed days in your head, trying to figure out where you’d been watched, when you’d been noticed. But your admirer never approached you. Never left notes asking for anything back. Never demanded gratitude or proof you cared.

Eventually, the fear dulled around the edges – your little creep became routine.

And routine, you knew, was dangerous. Still, you weren’t immune to being spoiled.

UNKNOWN: did you save my number yet?

You paused your pen mid-sentence, eyes drifting to your phone. The message sat there, casual as a tap on the shoulder. You unlocked it, thumbs already moving.

Y/N: what’s the point? It’s just a burner number for you to bother me on

Y/N: when you send me your real number, I’ll save it

UNKNOWN: ouch. bother you?

UNKNOWN: I’m only confessing my undying love to you consistently…

UNKNOWN: plus, I think you like me more than you like to admit

You leaned back in your chair, balancing on the back legs, head tilting as if you were considering something harmless. Your heart beat a little faster anyway.

Y/N: oh yeah? And why is that?

UNKNOWN: your body language is always comfortable when you talk to me

Your chair legs hit the floor.

You looked up too quickly, scanning the library, immediately suspicious. Rows of students hunched over laptops. Someone chewing too loudly. A girl whispering angrily into her phone by the windows. Everything was normal, benign even.

But no one looking at you. At least, that you could see.

The realisation crept in slowly, like cold water seeping through fabric. Comfortable body language meant observation. Time. Pattern.

Your skin prickled.

UNKNOWN: I’m sorry, that was weird

The apology didn’t come fast enough to calm your nerves.

UNKNOWN: I am watching you rn tho, it’s cute that you were looking for me ;)

Your stomach dropped.

The gifts replayed themselves in your head with new context. Someone noticed when you left your seat. Someone was waiting for the moment you weren’t there. Someone close enough to see your face. You lifted your hand and flipped off the room, sharp and deliberate. Whoever they were, they’d see it.

Y/N: you’re a fucking creep

UNKNOWN: I’m a weirdo? What the hell am I doing here? I don’t belong here?

Wincing, your reply was swift.

Y/N: great, I’m being stalked by an emo. Fucking perfect.

UNKNOWN: erm actually Radiohead is more alt-rock than emo, fyi

Y/N: even worse, a smartass

You laughed under your breath because not laughing felt worse, because humour was easier than admitting to yourself that you hadn’t moved seats. Joking made the entire situation funny, even if it didn’t feel funny. But what else were you gonna do? Confront a ghost? You could move, but they’d probably just follow out of sight.

You set your phone face down and turned back to your notes, forcing your eyes to track the words. You didn’t have time to ponder the intricacies of confronting a harmless admirer; finals were swiftly approaching, and you were working endlessly to ensure you passed with flying colours. Anxiety didn’t care about well-being, or time-wasting, or fun.

The buzz came again almost immediately.

UNKNOWN: you should take a break, you already worked hard today

UNKNOWN: if you keep overworking yourself you’ll crash like you did last year

Your jaw tightened.

Last year came back in a rush of fluorescent lights and ringing ears. The way the room tilted sideways, the rush of adrenaline - you were only fueled by caffeine, the humiliation of waking up on the floor with too many people pretending not to stare.

That wasn’t common knowledge. Not really.

You stared at the message longer than you meant to.

Maybe they were in your class. Maybe they’d heard rumours. Maybe they’d just been watching for longer than you wanted to imagine. There was no way of being certain - practically anyone who knew of you knew you as the girl who passed out. Anyone with even a slight romantic interest would definitely be aware of that incident.

Y/N: I think another 30 mins won’t hurt

UNKNOWN: if you take a break, I’ll order you a treat

UNKNOWN: what do you want

UNKNOWN: something sweet?

UNKNOWN: I’m lit Shakespeare lol

Despite yourself, you couldn’t help but break out into a smile, closing your laptop. 30 minutes won’t hurt after a break, either.

Y/N: fine, no more

Y/N: and yeah ig smth sweet

UNKNOWN: good girl

The words landed heavier than the rest.

Warm. Wrong. Weird?

You stared at the phone screen for a second too long before locking it, pulse loud in your ears as you hurriedly packed up your things.

The walk back to your dorm felt practised. You’d done this enough times that you could predict the timing. They always gave you enough minutes to drop your bag, enough seconds to kick off your shoes.

Right on cue, the door buzzed.

You hesitated for a second, chewing your lip nervously. It could’ve been poisoned. Maybe laced. You wouldn’t accept food from a random stranger in public, so why one online? One that knows you uncomfortably well?

You opened the door regardless, and the delivery driver smiled politely. You thanked them, shut the door, and leaned back against it for a moment, exhaling.

At least your admirer wasn’t the break-in-your-apartment-and-watch-you-sleep kind of crazy.

Just… Just the knows-your-address, knows-your-schedule, knows-you kind.

“You know that’s not normal, right?”

You startled, twisting around.

Suguru stood in the hallway, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the bag in your hands.

“Are you trying to get yourself hurt, Y/N?” He paced closer, sighing with the cadence of a patronising parent. “You accept food from some random creep at uni like they couldn’t fucking drug you or something.”

Rolling your eyes, you pushed past him into the kitchen. He followed, leaning against the island as you set the bag down, rooting inside and pulling out a container.

“Leave me alone, Suguru. And anyways, they always send the receipt. How would they tamper with it if it comes straight from the shop?”

He groaned, dragging a hand through his long hair. “That’s not my point, and you know it. It starts with this, but then what? Breaking in and stealing your panties? Kidnapping you? Murdering you?”

You raised a brow, doing your best to suppress a smile at the absurdity of his concerns. “Stealing my panties? Why was that your first thought?”

His face flushed as you turned your attention to the slice of chocolate cake, now smiling brightly. Your favourite, as usual. “Don’t you find it concerning that some random person knows where you live, your every interest, and your daily routine?”

When you shrugged your shoulders, more focused on the cake slice, Suguru pinched the bridge of his nose, shoulders sagging. “There’s no point arguing with you.” He stopped you gently as you retrieved a fork, hand firm on your shoulder. “Look, I just hope this guy isn’t dangerous, Y/N. That’s all. I don’t want anything to happen to you, especially if there’s a chance I could’ve prevented it.”

Your expression softened at that. The sincerity in his voice made something twist in your chest. For a moment, it forced you to acknowledge everything you’d been avoiding for weeks, that creeping, unsettling feeling that had been festering in your stomach. The fact that his concerns were the same ones that weighed on your mind under the darkness of night, when every creak keeps you awake, and every buzz of your phone sets you on edge.

Were you in danger?

“I…” You sighed, nodding. “Okay. Thank you, Suguru.”

He nodded, turning away, then paused. “I’ve got a baseball bat under the bed. Just in case.” He winked before retreating to his room.

Alone again, you stared at the fork in your hand. After a moment, you sighed, returned it to the drawer, and tossed the cake into the bin.

Maybe Suguru was right.

Maybe you should end this before it went too far. Before some of your panties went missing.

Unknown: you’ve been ignoring me

Unknown: did i do something wrong?

Unknown: just tell me what i did, i’m so sorry Y/N

Unknown: whatever it is, i’ll never do it again

Unknown: i’ll do whatever you say

Unknown: whatever you want from me

Unknown: what do you want? Money? More CDs? Food?

Unknown: i know you renewed your passport two months ago, how about i look into a nice holiday for you?

Unknown: is that what you need?

Unknown: you need a getaway? You stressed out?

They wouldn’t stop texting.

Outside of the times your stalker knew you were asleep (they still cared about your health, after all), your phone would be bombarded with messages. You got so many, in fact, that it vibrated consistently enough to be used as a fucking sex toy. Promises, begging, reassurance. It made your stomach churn as notification after notification came piling in. You hadn’t shown or told anyone about your passport renewal, so how could they possibly gather that kinda information?

Unknown: what about that concert that’s coming up for that artist you like? I can get you and your friend vip

Unknown: or maybe suguru could take you, since he drives

Unknown: he’s due for a service tho, maybe I could send you the money for that?

The more messages came in, the more your mind suffered. You found yourself tossing and turning at night, unable to relax and as exams drew closer, your studying only intensified despite your poor sleep quality. Destiny, it seemed, was doomed to repeat itself; just like last year, your body was on the brink of collapse, fuelled by cortisol and caffeine. It ate away at your life until you only left the house when necessary, locking yourself in your room instead. It was as if an invisible force was on top of you, slowly suffocating you until you broke.

Unknown: please, just say something

Unknown: anything

Unknown: I’m worried about you, you barely leave your apartment now :(

For a while, you thought blocking would work – a new number appeared. Then a burner email account. Then came the messages on Pinterest. How could you escape? They knew your every move, every account, everything. How do you escape someone who messages your fucking Spotify account?

Unknown: you’ve been acing class lately, so you don’t need to worry about your grades

Unknown: I miss seeing you around campus, are you hiding from me?

It was all becoming too much. You didn’t know what to do. You were suffocating, drowning quietly in your own distress.

“Y/N? Can we talk?”

You looked up to see Suguru standing in your doorway, both expression and tone evidencing his concern. You hadn’t even heard his knock. Had he knocked?

His eyes drifted to the disorganised state of your room, how everything seemed to have fallen apart. And at the destruction’s epicentre sat you on your bed, eyes swollen and irritated, pyjamas mismatched, general aura suffocated with stress, laptop burning a hole in your comforter and a sea of papers surrounding you. It took everything in you not to burst out crying at the pitiful look in Suguru’s eyes, and how totally aware you suddenly became of your own state. You looked, felt, and probably were a mess.

Unknown: you’re my everything, Y/N

“Su-ure.” You tried to seem unbothered, apathetic even, but choking up halfway through the word didn’t help.

Sighing, Suguru sat at the end of your bed, giving you space. He bit his lip before speaking, fiddling with his lip ring. An old nervous habit of his. “I… I wanted to talk to you about all this, about how everything has been so hard for you recently.”

As your phone buzzed, both of your eyes darted to the screen. You knew who it was, as did he, so you didn’t bother checking the message. Nevertheless, the little energy you had left continued to steadily seep from your body.

Unknown: I love you more than anything, can’t you understand that?

You flipped the phone over.

“I was thinking… we should get you a new phone number. Hell, maybe a whole new phone.” You scoffed a little at this, fighting to pull your gaze away from the phone and face Suguru again.

“You know I haven’t got the money, and they’ll just find me again anyways.”

Suguru looked at the phone, as if debating something, before moving closer and gently taking your hand. Shock overtook your expression as his thumb rubbed gently against the back of your hand, expression solemn.

“I just… I don’t know, Y/N. I want you to feel safe, to go back to your old self.” Turning your hand over, his fingertips traced the lines of your palm, his eyes following the movements, not daring to lift his gaze back to yours. “I can help if you need.”

Scoffing, you shook your head, about to protest. But Suguru shushed you before you could speak, eyes finally flitting up. “You mean a lot to me, and I want to look after you. Please, just let me help.”

You didn’t mean to cry; you really didn’t. One minute you were staring at Suguru, utterly speechless, and the next you were falling into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably. Everything hit at once as sobs turned into wails, as pain turned into anguish. And through it all, Suguru held you, rocked you, shushed you. He was soft, attentive even, holding you dearly as if you were made of the finest of china.

“Just let it all out, Y/N.”

Time began to fade away in Suguru’s embrace, until you eventually quietened in his arms. A wave of catharsis enveloped you, bringing forth a clarity that you’d been chasing for months. Even as you lay against his chest, sniffling softly, you could hear the pounding of his heart. When you finally pulled away, strong enough to face him, his expression had changed. It wasn’t pitiful anymore, more something… deeper, something you couldn’t quite grasp.

“Thank you for that, Suguru. Fuck I… I just don’t know what to do,” you sniffed, wiping haphazardly with a sleeve, “this stalker… they know everything. I can’t escape them.”

Humming, Suguru paused for a moment, as if mulling over something in his mind. Then his fingers gently brushed your hair out of your face, light as a feather, before cupping your tear-stained cheek.

“Y/N, I promise you I’ll do whatever it takes to help you. Whatever you need. Just let me help you.” He leaned closer, eyes flitting to your chewed lips, distressed from anxious nibbling. Licking his lips, his eyes returned to yours, narrowing slightly as your own widened in surprise.

Suguru, naturally, as your close friend, had always just been… Suguru. Of course, the steady flow of girls throwing themselves at him was a pretty good indicator to you of his popularity, but in most regards, he was just… just that vaguely alt-looking guy you shared a tiny university apartment with. But cramped in said tiny university apartment, faces inches from each other, suddenly Suguru wasn’t Suguru; he was a man. A handsome man with flowing black hair, piercing violet irises, muscles stretching the fabric of some random niche band t-shirt taut.

You gulped back your thoughts nervously, trying to focus on him. And yet, it seemed that focusing on Suguru was the issue, as his gaze hypnotised you with its intensity. Stunned still, you wouldn’t have been surprised if he snapped out like a predator and ensnared you, particularly by the way he eyed you up like prey. It sent a shiver down your spine, but heat pooled in your stomach regardless. You could sense a danger emanating from him behind the guise of concern, a danger you couldn’t quite place, but still, nevertheless, interested you.

You didn’t even know at what point his lips met yours.

The kiss was passionate, and you couldn’t remember who started it. It was passionate, but it was also tense, as if Suguru was suppressing a tightly coiled spring. Pushing it down, suffocating it for you. His fingers tangled delicately in your hair, messy but never harsh, gently pulling you that impossible inch closer. You couldn’t tell if the room, your mind, or both in tandem were spinning as you relaxed into the embrace, hands fisting the shirt into a tight ball. He ran his tongue slowly along your lip, as if tempting you to let him in. When your lips parted, all too obedient for your roommate, his tongue snaked inside and claimed its new home, exploring and dominating with ease.

Perhaps it was the blur of sleep-induced delirium, or maybe his mouth was laced with aphrodisiacs. Maybe he was your salvation, stripping down your walls and claiming you as his own. The way he held you so tight, yet so tender, as if he could slip his fingers through your skin and grasp your heart, cradling it until he could squeeze it into the chambers of his own. Enveloped in desire, you didn’t even notice you were running out of breath until he pulled away and you gasped, breathing in life with clarity for the first time in weeks.

“I love you. I want you, desperately. Fuck, I feel like I’m going insane.”

His hands trailed from your neck to your shoulders, thumbs smoothing hypnotically over your nape, rubbing firm, disarming circles into your tense muscles. Suguru knew your weak spots, how to poke and prod in a way that opened you up to him.

“These past weeks have been torture. I was so afraid you’d do something terrible, or that you’d get mad at me for reaching out. But I just… I can’t let you live like this, in this forced self-isolation.”

He let his head hang then, as if the weight of everything had suddenly dropped onto him, as if all the stress and turmoil you’d been collecting seeped out of your body and travelled through his hands, down his arms to his own shoulders. The sweetness of his tongue, of his words, lingered in your mouth.

“Suguru,” your voice was breathy, as if saying a prayer, “I want you too.” You didn’t care about the life you’d lived for the past couple of weeks. You didn’t even care about his concerns. Your body was simply compelled to share itself with him, to forget everything. To feel everything and nothing at the same time. The notifications still popping up on your screen didn’t bother you, not when he lifted his head and stared at you with that same predatory glare. Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to let him in, to let him claim you in the most base sense of the word.

“Are you sure?”

Three words. Simple, to the point. You liked it, seeing the way control slowly ebbed from his body, just waiting for the moment to pounce. Why was his danger so addictive? Why did it ensnare your conscience like the softest bear trap?

You didn’t care to question it.

This time, you knew who initiated. You pushed yourself forward, past his placating hands, and hungrily kissed him. Desire had devoured the two of you, and Suguru let himself fall into your mattress. You were on top of him, kissing him as if you intended to siphon his soul from his body. He allowed his hands to roam, to grope, to squeeze.

They traversed your entire form, familiarising him with every curve of your body before he greedily slipped his hands under your shirt. Your soft flesh bended to his every whim, malleable under his roughened skin as he claimed dominion of your body. When they enclosed on your hips, digging softly in, you shuddered deliciously, a whimper slipping out before you could withhold it.

“C’mon, baby. You can do better than that.”

His lips pressed into your neck, licking whilst inhaling as if your scent intoxicated him. You let your head fall to the side, exposing more of your nape to his eager mouth.

“Wanna hear how good I make you feel,” he whispered onto your skin, accompanying his words with a particularly sharp nip to your throat. You could feel the twinges of bruises beginning to blossom, eyes closed as you bathed in the bliss surrounding you. A breathy gasp left your lips as one hand trailed higher, fingertips grazing the underside of your chest.

“Wanna hear how much you want me.” His hand now enclosed around your breast, thumb toying with your already-perked nipple, “you gonna tell me?”

“Please, Suguru.” Your words fell from your lips like a lazy, uncoordinated throw, hoping you could appease him quickly. You did not.

Suguru gave your nipple a soft pinch, smiling into your nape when you whined softly. He was infuriating.

“Mmm, is that it? Please what, please stop?”

You quickly shook your head before he could take his hand away, before he could unlatch his lips from your neck. As your face tinged with embarrassment, your voice became small yet tight with frustration.

“Please, Sugu. Please fuck me. I told you, I want you too.”

While you may not have appreciated how whiny you sounded, the low groan that reverberated into your nape spoke volumes of how it had affected Suguru. His free hand left your hips and hooked itself under your thighs, hoisting you further up his body. You could feel his cock poking you now, a hiss flying from his mouth when your hips brushed against his.

“Fuck baby, you’re driving me insane.”

Carefully, Suguru flipped you onto your back, hovering over you and smirking as if he’d won something. So smug, so proud. He simply stared at you for a second before lowering his head to your stomach, keeping eye contact as he kissed the small sliver of skin exposed between your pyjama top and bottoms. His hands reunited briefly with your hips before slowly sliding down, following the trajectory of his warm, affectionate kisses to your waistline. Suguru nuzzled the low-hanging waistband of your pyjama bottoms, inhaling deeply before speaking.

“Lift your hips for me, babygirl.”

You hesitated for a second, wondering when you last showered, but a quirked eyebrow from Suguru stopped such unnecessary musings. As instructed, you lifted your hips and let Suguru strip you of your bottoms. His eyes delighted as inch upon inch of skin was revealed to him,  until he finally tugged them clean off your body. He didn’t even give you enough time to shy away, capturing one of your ankles and pressing a tender kiss to the skin just shy of it.

“M’gonna worship you from head to toe, baby. I’m gonna enjoy taking my time with you.” You could feel your face heat at his words, your feverish desire only worsening as he slowly kissed back up your leg.

He was intentionally slow, torturing you, building up the frustration within you that had already been festering inside him for months.

“So soft, so sweet…” he mumbled the words into your skin, as if nothing could rip him from you. Suguru relished the way your body tensed in anticipation, your breath hitching as he finally met your thighs. “You’re addictive, you know that?”

You couldn’t help but whine at his continued teasing, irritated and hungry for more. “Suguru, please-”

He shushed you before you could finish your complaint, his lavender eyes gleaming with mischief. “Patience, baby. I’ve been waiting too damn long for this.”

Huffing, you met his gaze with annoyance. “Can you at least take your shirt off?” He paused for a second before obliging, delighted by your impatience. You quickly followed suit, now naked in front of him. You let your eyes wander over his defined torso, clearly cut but not too chiselled to make him uncomfortable to lie on. His V-line was mouth-watering, as was the twinge of a happy trail that accompanied it.

“These too?” he asked, pretending to ignore you looking expectantly at the joggers now hanging tantalisingly low on his hips. Suguru’s smirk only widened, fingers toying with the drawstrings. When you nodded, he quickly clambered off the bed and tugged them down, now left in boxers that seemed to grow tighter by the second. The mere outline of his cock had your mouth watering, imagining how he’d feel inside of you.

Slinking himself back down onto the mattress, Suguru gently lifted your thighs over his shoulders, settling in between them. Your body shook as his own naturally spread you open, his hands now looping under your thighs to lock you into place. No hiding, no running. Just his warm breath on your folds, unfurling in a way that had you fidgeting, and his nose sniffing your musk so unashamedly. But it was his eyes that made your skin erupt in goosebumps, the way they were entirely focused on you, boring into your skin.

Predator. Prey.

He lunged in, licking and sucking in a way that was entirely uncharacteristic of your usually apathetic, calculating roommate. Your head instantly fell back, your moans filling the room, only joined by his slurps. The notifications had ceased, or maybe you were so distracted you didn’t fucking care. Your only concern right now was Suguru’s tongue circling your hole, greedily collecting your juices in between deep-pressed smooches to your cunt. I

t was clear he was enamoured, his nails digging in slightly to your skin as he completely lost himself in your pussy. You were in a similar state, head buzzing with pleasure as he licked and sucked, tongue lolled like a dog finally drinking precious water on a blazing summer’s day. You couldn’t help but cry out when his teeth grazed your clit, your thighs tightening around his head. Suguru surprised you with a stuttered moan, his hips beginning to rut against the bed as your thighs gripped him.

“Holy shit, just like that,” he rasped into your pussy, eyes shut when you finally raised your head to meet his. You probably were in a similar dishevelled state as he ate you as if he were a man starved, the mumbled moans and sweet nothings making you gasp and whine. The only coherent thought you could muster was his name, over and over again as he practically made out with your pussy. Pulling back a little, his eyes opened just slightly, lidded as he dragged the flat of his tongue along your slit.

“You’re delicious, baby.”

Just before you could complain, two fingers began to circle your entrance, teasing briefly before slowly pushing inside and curling to rub against your front wall. The stretch was minimal, not too painful, but the feeling of fullness was addictive. If this is how two of his fingers felt, how would you survive his cock? You couldn’t help but begin to grind down slowly onto his face, Suguru still dutifully pumping his fingers and kitten licking your clit. Suguru groaned in delight as you began to lose yourself more in the act, the friction of your grinding driving him wild. Determined, he doubled his efforts, suckling your clit between his lips and rapidly flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue.

His fingers pumped steadily, curling and scissoring your cunt open. The obscene wet sounds of his ministrations filled the room, creating a sinful cacophony as it mingled with both of your increasingly desperate moans and whimpers. Suguru could feel his growing arousal in his boxers, rutting softly against the bed to satiate his body as he focused on your pleasure.

You could feel that telltale knot tightening in your stomach, gasping and gripping the sheets as Suguru seemed to push himself even further into your dripping cunt. It was all too much, too good. Your arms shook to the point you couldn’t even push yourself up to meet his gaze, hand grabbing a fistful of his hair and pushing him flush against your cunt. “I’m c-close, Suguru!”

Suguru moaned, barely able to breathe between your thighs, head swimming. His fingers curled and finally found that spongy spot that drove you insane, intently prodding it as he redoubled his efforts on your clit. His groans reverberated up your spine, your whole body shaking as pleasure loomed on the near horizon. Unable to hold back anymore, you came with a loud cry on his tongue, back falling into a sharp arch, thighs clamping around his head.

The pressure made Suguru’s head swim, your walls clamping down around his fingers as he still attempted to diligently pump them and help you ride out your orgasm. The flicks of his tongue slowed, hungrily lapping up every drop of release with an almost-smug sense of satisfaction. Only once your loud moans subsided into trembling whimpers, and your back began to slowly fall to meet the bed, did Suguru gently pull his fingers out, gently placing soft kisses along your damp thighs.

Crawling back up your body, he immediately cupped your cheeks once he saw tears of overwhelming emotion decorating them, smoothing his thumbs along the trails.

“Shh, don’t cry. M’here, babygirl.”

Suguru then kissed you softly, trying to distract you from whatever thoughts or emotions were encroaching on your mind. His teeth nibbled softly at your kiss-swollen bottom lips, soothing the sting with a flick of his tongue. His large hands once again met your hips as his clothed crotch met your own, a painfully hard boner in his boxers. He hissed through gritted teeth when you rolled your hips, your still-wet cunt darkening the little bit of fabric not already wet with his own arousal. Suguru looked down at you with a darkened expression, the little softness he had shown you before having already evaporated.

“Careful, Y/N. I’m barely restraining myself as is.”

He had finally said the quiet part out loud. He had finally admitted what you had been suspecting, his head bowed to meet your gaze, long tendrils of hair framing his perfect face. A face that now glistened with your arousal. You wanted him so bad, in a way that you knew wasn’t healthy.

“But I wanna feel you inside me, Suguru. Wanna make you feel good too.”

The last semblance of control Suguru had instantly left him at your words. In an instant, he was grinding his straining erection roughly against your cunt, the friction making you both moan. He claimed your mouth with a searing kiss, all tongue and teeth and desperation. Impatient, however, he quickly broke away and sat back on his heels, hastily shoving his boxers down to release his thick, weeping cock. It slapped against his abs with a wet thwack, leaving a smear of precum, yet his eyes never left yours. His gaze was intense, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to look away, hypnotised once more.

“Last chance to back out”, he panted, voice rough with need. You simply shook your head, invitingly spreading your thighs wider. A guttural sound left the man gazing down at you, enamoured with the way you were spread out for him like a feast. A willing victim, an obedient prey. Settling between, his cock nudged insistently at your slick entrance as Suguru breathed reverently, one hand caressing the curve of your hip almost in worship, in awe.

Unable to take anymore, he slowly sank into you, watching your face for discomfort as inch after excruciating inch breached your tight walls. “Shit, I should’ve opened you up more. So fucking tight,” he hissed, giving a shallow thrust to work himself deeper.

You were a whimpering mess, words leaving you at the sheer feeling of being stretched open by Suguru. He was nothing like anyone you’d ever had before; you didn’t know if you could take much more. Instinctively, your arms wrapped around his neck, tears brimming once again. This time, when they fell, Suguru licked them up with delight.

“You look so fucking hot trying to take me. Such a good fucking girl.”

His voice was low, teeth gritted as you tensed tightly, gripping his cock. Despite your whines, he continued feeding his cock into you, desperate to bottom out. Suguru stroked soothingly up and down your sides, murmuring as he mapped out the dips he’d spent dreaming of touching for so long. “Relax. I’m gonna make you feel so good, okay?”

No sooner had you nodded than Suguru forced his cock in until he was at the hilt. You gasped and your whole body tensed, back arched. Suguru praised you huskily, murmuring sweet nothings as he nuzzled your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the column of your throat. He started to move, pulling out until just the tip remained before sliding back in, setting a deep, rolling rhythm. When you responded with an obscene moan, he spent no more time playing it safe.

With primal hunger, Suguru snapped his hips forward with increased force, fucking you into the mattress. Every thrust had you seeing stars, his cock hitting that spot that drew choked cries of ecstasy. One hand fisted your hair, tugging your head back to expose your throat, latching onto the pulse mark and sucking a vivid hickey onto your throat. Every thrust was relentless, months of frustration resulting in your roommate pounding into you until the bed frame smacked against the wall and your bed creaked ominously.

“You’re mine, fuck- you’re all mine.”

The sound of your loud, uninhibited moans fuelled his fire, driving Suguru to lose even more control. He watched with predatory satisfaction as your legs trembled uncontrollably under the weight of his onslaught, muscles twitching with every heavy impact. His grip tightened on your hair, pain exploding at the roots in such a way that it set your nervous system on fire. You liked the way he tugged carelessly, using your willing body as if it were a rag doll for his satisfaction.

“Say it. Say you’re mine,” he panted, biting into the firm flesh of your shoulder, as if that was the only way to quell the pleasure building within. Tears began to fall, pleasure-pain amalgamations that only made him even more enticed. Everything was so much; you didn’t know how much more you could take. The same knot had returned, and you felt your orgasm hit before you could utter a word of warning. Realistically, you probably wouldn’t have been able to get out much. Your cunt tightened impossibly around him, and you almost saw white.

“I’m yours!” you whined out, now sobbing uncontrollably, completely enamoured with every emotion and every sensation he was eliciting, “I’m- ngh!- y-yours, Suguru!”

Those words were all Suguru needed. He didn’t give any warning, a raw sound ripping from his throat — his deepest obsession, finally realised. He slammed in one final time, burying himself as deep as humanly possible, entire body corded with tension as he orgasmed hard. You could feel him pulsing hot and thick deep within you, satiated as his cum flooded your heat.

Suguru collapsed then against your sweating, trembling form as he gasped in much-needed air, breathing ragged and uneven. One hand stayed buried in your hair, anchoring him whilst the other held your waist tightly as if afraid he’d suddenly vanish. He took the opportunity to bury his head inside your neck once more, calming himself with your intoxicating scent. Suguru didn’t pull out immediately, instead relishing the feeling of being so carnally connected, wanting to remain a part of you for as long as he could.

You wrapped your arms tighter around him, watching as a shaky, contented sigh left him and he melted into the embrace. Words seemed to escape the two of you in this moment, but you didn’t mind; your bodies did all the talking. Your arms winding around his broad shoulders were more intoxicating than the orgasm itself, and the lingering scent of salt and unadulterated desire clung to both of your skin.

Slowly, agonisingly, Suguru began to pull out, the both of you softly hissing. Once free, he sat back on his heels, entranced by the sight of his cum flowing from between your thighs. To him, it was wonderful, beautiful even. His thumb moved forward, smearing an already messy spattering of cum around your folds and clit, watching intently as you squirmed and whimpered softly.

“S-Suguru-”

“Don’t say my name like that,” he mumbled, almost as if lost in his own thoughts, still entirely focused on your pussy. His thumb began to rub circles into your abused clit, torturous ones that left you breathless and desperate to shut your thighs together around his hand. “I don’t think you can handle another round.”

Suguru didn’t seem to take heed of his own musings, however, eyes darkening as you clenched and a droplet of cum trickled out. Almost immediately, his thumb had gathered it, gently pushing it back inside. “M’gonna have to fuck some more inside if you can’t keep it in, baby.” He smirked softly to himself, finally pulling his gaze away from your cunt to look at your wrecked state.

Despite seeming utterly defiled in every sense of the word, you bit your lip as he continued to lazily rub your pussy, trying to stay still. He could see the fire in your eyes, though, the desire beginning to rebuild. Impatient, he simply flipped you over, your gasp falling on deaf ears as he pulled your hips up, cock already semi-erect and prodding you.

“Just one more time, baby. Okay? I need you so bad.”

His body loomed over yours, placing open-mouthed kisses along the length of your spine as you arched your back at the sensation. His voice was rough with need, and his actions were less focused this time, just messy and leisurely as if he had all the time in the world.

“Gonna fuck my cum nice ‘nd deep, I promise.”

Your room was silent, the faint tang of sweat and sex still lingering on your bodies. Suguru watched your chest rise and fall, slivers of sweat-slicked skin glimmering in the moonlight seeping through the blinds. A few strands of hair stuck to your forehead, damp tendrils that clung stubbornly until Suguru’s thumb brushed them away. His gaze was sharp, a hawk homing in on its prey, before finally swooping close. He let himself settle next to you, one arm tingling with numbness as you rested atop it, nuzzling a fraction closer to his chest.

Suguru’s gaze then longingly travelled the length of your body, eyes pausing at the sticky trails now coating your thighs. He couldn’t help the smug smirk that took over his expression, a tentative finger reaching out to drag across your cum-stained thighs, biting his lip at the sight. You sighed softly in your sleep, pushing closer to him as Suguru shushed you quietly, taking the opportunity to pull away from you gently. When one eye cracked open, he pressed a gentle kiss to your temple.

“Everything’s alright. Go back to sleep, good girl.”

You hummed softly, possibly some sort of mumbled agreement, before closing your eyes again and turning away. Standing, Suguru quickly exited the room before he could disturb you more, now entering his own room. His eyes quickly darted to the locked drawer of his desk.

Reaching under his bed, his fingers fiddled with the lockbox before finally removing the key, scoffing to himself as he opened his drawer.

Thousands of scribbled notes were stacked inside, accompanied by a pack of photos tucked carefully in a card. Photocopied documents lay near the bottom of the drawer, and a small bump in the middle disturbed their mostly smooth surface. Suguru peeled up the corner of the stack, retrieving a small button phone and a SIM card, which he quickly put together before switching on. When it finally powered up, he went to the messages and scheduled all the messages he had planned to send later. Hundreds, all spaced out over six months.

In six months, Suguru was certain you would be his. He would be your darling saviour, sacrificing his time and money to save you from your evil stalker. He would convince you to change phones, conveniently losing the majority of your contacts. He would convince you to rely on him for everything, let him provide for you, take care of you. He would convince you that the little friends you did have must be leaking information to this stalker.

He would convince you to isolate from everyone, willingly, until the only person you had was him to ensure your safety. He would convince you that the only way to keep you safe was to drop out, to change universities and move away with him. He would convince you not to go back to university, that he would work hard enough for both of you. He would convince you to have unprotected sex with him, again and again, until his seed finally took, until the hormones he had always slipped into your food finally worked.

He chuckled to himself at the thought, at how easy it was to manipulate you, at how childish you had been.

Taking out the SIM card, Suguru put it inside the lockbox before erasing the phone, placing it back in the drawer and locking it again. This time, he took a necklace and attached the key to it, carefully putting it at the bottom of the jewellery box. Just as he was walking back into your bedroom, he saw you sit up, sheets pooling around your hips as you yawned.

“Suguru? What time is it?”

He smiled gently at you, voice soft as velvet as he climbed into bed with you, pulling you close to his chest.

“Still early, babygirl. Let’s just go back to sleep, hm?”

Relaxing against him, you nodded, allowing yourself to press against his chest, only falling further into his web of lies.

“Okay, Suguru. Night.”

All you needed was a knight in shining armour and a villain to be protected from.

“Good girl. Night, baby.”

And in the end, as both your protector and antagonist, Suguru fulfilled the fantasy he had constructed for you, holding a firm grip over your reality. He was the one who would decide how your story ended, whether you liked it or not. But of course, he knew exactly how to make you believe this was what you wanted, and he was simply the answer to your prayers.

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childhood bestfriend!suguru who eventually breaks down under the unbearable friction and tension, quietly slipping a hand beneath his waistband to slowly stroke his throbbing cock, trying to keep his desperate breaths silent so he doesn't wake you.

childhood bestfriend!suguru gets caught in the absolute worst, most vulnerable position imaginable when you stir awake, your eyes fluttering open and landing directly on his frantic, rhythmic movements underneath the covers.

childhood bestfriend!suguru is utterly mortified, pulling the blanket up to his chest while his hand stays frozen over his aching length, stammering out a breathless, panicked "s-sorry, i didn't think you'd wake up..." as he braces for your utter disgust.

childhood bestfriend!suguru who panics even further when you lock eyes with him and plainly state, "you were watching me," only for his brain to short-circuit entirely when a slow, mischievous, teasing glint appears in your eyes instead of anger.

childhood bestfriend!suguru watches in absolute disbelief as you shift on the top mattress, intentionally pulling your blanket back to give him a full, unobstructed view of your chest and bare legs, whispering softly, "how naughty of you, suguru... you wanna look at me while doing it?"

childhood bestfriend!suguru is so utterly consumed by lust and desperation that he ignores every single red flag firing in his brain, choking out a humiliated, needy "c-can i?" the second you promise that this stays between the two of you.

childhood bestfriend!suguru who reaches up to the top mattress, his trembling hand gently stroking up your thigh and caressing your warm skin while his other hand pumps his hard dick at a faster, messier pace, completely undone by the sight of you looking down at him with an adoring, playful smirking face.

childhood bestfriend!suguru who loses what little sanity he has left when your eyes wander down to his tented covers and you softly offer, "do you need help?", causing him to hitch a choked breath and whimpering out a desperate, completely spent "y-yes, please."

childhood bestfriend!suguru who holds his breath as you climb down from the top trundle bed under the warm room lights, his heart hammering against his ribs so hard it rings in his ears. he can only watch, completely frozen, as you pull back his blanket and straddle his thighs, towering right over him.

from where he’s lying, exposed and completely raw under the soft overhead glow, the shift in your posture catches him off guard. he watches your eyes widen—a sudden, bright sparkle of genuine curiosity and dark amusement lighting up your face as your gaze drops down between his legs.

a fresh wave of heat floods his entire body, making his face burn a furious red. he knows exactly what you’re looking at. he can feel the heavy, humiliating weight of his own arousal—thick, throbbing violently with every pulse of his blood, and swollen so large that the veiny length twitches beneath your gaze. a hot, slick bead of pre-cum is already glistening at the tip, leaking down his shaft and making him feel agonizingly bare.

his thighs tremble beneath your weight as he tries—and utterly fails—to shrink away from the exposure. the raw humiliation of being caught like this by you crashes over him, but as he looks up at you from the bed, watching the playful smirk curve your lips, all he can feel is a terrifying, desperate rush of need.

childhood bestfriend!suguru is completely overwhelmed the second your soft, warm hands wrap around his slick, throbbing length, his hips involuntarily jerking upward at the unbelievable sensation of your touch after years of hidden longing.

childhood bestfriend!suguru who can barely process reality as your fingers slide up and down him with a deliberate, agonizingly sweet pace. the sheer sensory overload leaves him whimpering softly into the quiet room, his knuckles turning white as he grips the bedsheets tight, muttering hushed curses through a tight throat "nghh... oh god, you're—fuck..."

every movement of your hand feels like a deliberate torture designed just for him. he watches through half-lidded, dark eyes as you lean in close, using your thumb to slowly circle his swollen slit, smearing the slick bead of pre-cum all over his sensitive head until he hitches a sharp, ragged breath. you don't stop there; your fingers trace the heavy, pulsing vein running down his underside, following every hot ridge of his length.

when the friction starts to build under the warm room lights, you coolly lean lower and gather a pool of spit on your lips, letting a long, glistening string drop right onto his head. suguru's hips involuntarily jerk up off the mattress at the sudden, cool moisture, a desperate groan tearing from his chest as you rub it in, coating every inch of his thick shaft until your grip is slick, wet, and sliding smoothly over his most sensitive spots.

childhood bestfriend!suguru is so utterly ashamed by how good it feels that he tries to throw an arm over his flushed face to muffle his needy groans, only for you to gently pull his arm away and pin it loosely against the mattress so he's forced to look right up at you.

"don't hide from me, suguru," you whisper teasingly, your thumb lightly tracing the racing pulse in his wrist while your other hand keeps a steady, maddening rhythm on him. "does it feel good?"

"f-fuck..." he chokes out, his dark eyes wide, glossy, and entirely blown out as his head rolls back into the pillow. "you—you have no idea—ah..."

"i want to hear you," you command softly, tilting your head with a playful smirk as your grip tightens just a fraction. "look at me. i want to see every single expression you make, and i want to hear every sound. don't quiet down for me now."

childhood bestfriend!suguru who reaches a point of sheer, desperate need under the warm overhead light, stuttering out a breathless, embarrassed "c-can you use your mouth?"

childhood bestfriend!suguru who completely short-circuits the moment you give a smooth "sure" and immediately dive down, the sharp angle bringing your chest spilling out right in front of his face again and sending his brain into an absolute tailspin.

childhood bestfriend!suguru is thrown into a messy spiral as you take him in, his hips helplessly bucking up into your heat, his legs trembling violently as tears well up in the corners of his eyes while he babbles incoherent praise and pleas.

the heat of your mouth enveloping the sensitive tip sends an electric shock straight down his spine. his eyes go wide, staring down in disbelief as you push past your limits, taking him deep down your throat. the filthy, wet sounds filling the quiet room shatter whatever restraint he had left, echoing loudly under the warm lights. he feels your tongue swirling intensely around his slit before flattening out to lick up along his heavy veins, making his entire body shudder.

because you can't fit all of his thick dick, your warm, spit-slicked hand stays wrapped tight around the base, pumping in perfect, rhythmic sync with your mouth. a long, glistening string of spit rolls down your chin and drips onto his lower stomach, adding to the messy, humiliating sight. every wet slide, every pull of suction, and the heat of your cheeks stretching around him pulls a wrecked, tearful whine from his throat as he helplessly rolls his head back into the pillow, completely undone by you.

childhood bestfriend!suguru who gasps out a desperate warning "wait—fuck, i'm—i'm gonna cum—" his voice cracking, entirely wrecked and pleading, only for the low, rumbling hum of your vocal cords against his sensitive length to send a violent shockwave straight to his core, instantly snapping his final thread of self-control and pushing him completely over the edge.

childhood bestfriend!suguru who cums hard straight into your mouth, his mind going entirely blank with pleasure as he lies there teary-eyed, watching fat globs of his release overflow past your lips and messily drip over his skin and your hands.

childhood bestfriend!suguru is pushed to the absolute brink of blacking out as you slowly keep working your hand over him, lazily licking up his mess from your lips and his skin.

he lies completely helpless—his chest heaving, dark hair fan-spread across the pillow, and eyes glassy with unshed tears. he can barely breathe, let alone think, but his gaze remains entirely locked onto yours. you drag your tongue over your lower lip, gathering the slick white traces, before dragging a tongue up his shaft to clean him off—never once breaking eye contact.

a slow, wicked smirk curves your lips as you look up at his flushed, wrecked face, tilting your head slightly.

"look at all of this, suguru," you tease softly, your voice dripping with playful amusement as you trace a messy thumb over his skin. "you were holding out on me... didn't know my sweet best friend could make such a huge mess just from looking at me."

making his way haphazardly through the crowd of drunks in his living room, he walked towards the staircase before realizing that he forgot his phone in the kitchen when he was trying to make sure no vomit made its way on the floor. letting out a very strangled sigh, he pushed through the living room again, head down, mind dead-set on the rest of his plans for the night. he got to the kitchen, quickly grabbed his phone, and turned on his heels to lead himself to the sanctuary that is his bed.

well, he was going to do that, until he saw you from across the living room.

leaning on the wall next to the bathroom door, you stared out into the crowd of people blankly through your brows. you whispered a few things to your two friends on each side of you, never taking your eyes off of the people in front of you. it was pretty clear that, just like choso, you were also forced here against your will.

this wasn't the first time he's seen you. actually, you're both in the same english course. although, he doesn't think you know he exists. you're quick to sit down, burn holes through your laptop screen taking notes, and then darting out of the building, leading choso to stare dumbfounded at the door to the lecture hall before remembering that he has another class in 10 minutes. however, these nonexistent interactions between the two of you haven't stopped him from gaining a small crush on you. nothing very serious, just something for him to daydream about when he's at another dull frat social. and at night before going to bed, when he's eating breakfast, showering, in a lecture, driving, working out, and, of course, when he's standing in the doorway to the frat house's kitchen.

after staring at you for far too long, he snaps himself out of his trance and gains the courage from his three shots from earlier to walk up to you and finally make the introduction he's been meaning to for the past month. making his way back through the hoard of drunk people scattered around the frat house, he ends up at the wall where you've been standing against for the past 10 minutes. during choso's daydream, both of your friends disappeared from your sides and left you alone, sipping slowly from a red solo cup while you scrolled lazily through your phone. seeing you not notice his presence right away made all the confidence from his buzz fly away, and he stood there fidgeting with his lip ring before softly clearing his throat.

looking up, you tilted your head before squinting your eyes at the boy in front of you. "do i know you?" you ask with a certain coldness in your voice that makes choso shiver. your hair had gotten slightly messed up from the humid atmosphere, and your makeup had become worn in to the point of creating an a halo-like glow on your face, both of which had choso's breath catch in his throat.

"no, well i mean, kind of…not really," he scrambled out, punctuating his sentence with an awkward chuckle while you continued staring at him blankly.

"w-we're in the same english class…i sit like two rows behind you, but i get not noticing me i mean you really don't spend much time in there and stay pretty focused on your notes and stuff…" choso mutters out, growing more self-conscious by the second.

"yeah, i do leave that class pretty quickly, huh?" you chuckle before turning off your phone and putting it in your purse, finally letting your guard down enough to actually humor this conversation.

"yeah…well, anyway, i always wanted to introduce myself because i think you're super cool and you're really pretty and—"

"you're not trying to fuck me, right?" you interrupt, making choso choke on his words.

"wha—no! i-i just wanted to ask for your number or something i didn't want to make you uncomfortable or-or try to insinuate that i only wanted you for your body, i'm sorry if i made it seem that way i promise i'm not like that!" he sputters out, going on a long, apologetic ramble that pulls out a laugh from you. choso's brows furrow in confusion as you keep laughing in his face.

"oh my god, it's okay, babe. i believe you," you say, trying to catch your breath. you can start to see the tips of choso's ears turn pink from the casual slip of the pet name from your tongue, making you smile beside yourself.

"what's your name?" you ask the boy in front of you currently staring at your face, eyes wide like saucers.

you wait a beat. nothing.

you wait another, still nothing.

"helloooo?" you question, waving a hand in front of choso's face. after continuously waving your hand for what feels like an hour, choso jolts out of his mind and bashfully looks at the ground.

"oh..sorry about that," he whispers out, avoiding your gaze. "m-my name's choso," he finally mutters out, looking up at you with a face you can only describe as resembling a kicked puppy's.

"well, hi choso," you drawl out, mouth curving into a grin that makes choso gulp. before he's able to go back to the entertaining sight of his doc martens, you lightly grab his chin and bring his gaze back to yours. you tilt your head teasingly, a grin still painted on your face. choso's cheeks start to burn up, and he's pretty sure he's about to pass out at any moment.

"you're cute," you whisper out both casually and sensually, the tone of your voice making the boy in your grasp squeak. you giggle at his response, slowly moving your hand away from his face, although he instinctively follows your fingers.

"…thank you," choso finally mutters out under his breath, coming out a bit strangled. his eyes were glazed over, almost like he was back to daydreaming.

you chuckle, earning a slight pout from the boy across from you. "well, i normally don't give out my number…but, i guess i can make an exception for you, cho," you wink at him before grabbing your phone from your purse. the tone of your voice makes choso feel like he's about to float away, desperately trying to stay grounded long enough to at least insert his number into your phone. thankfully, he was able to stay on the floor and exchange numbers with you.

"so, cho, are you planning to leave soon? besides finally meeting you, this party has been less than ideal," you huff out, staring out into the crowd to see your two very drunk friends dancing on top of a coffee table with a less-than-supportive look on your face. choso, whose brain had turned to mush the moment you uttered that embarrassingly hot nickname for the second time that night, took a good few seconds to process anything else.

once your words finally hit his ears, choso's cheeks heated up not just from your teasing, but now also with the realization that he would have to admit that he belonged to the group of people who set up such a horrendous party and probably ruined your friday night.

"well, uhm, about that…" he cleared his throat, "i actually live here…i'm a sigma kappa sigma," he awkwardly laughed out, fingers tapping at his side anxiously. you slowly turned to him and started laughing hysterically before realizing that he, in fact, wasn't joking.

"oh my god, you're actually in a fraternity??? that's…shocking," you gasped.

"hey, what's that supposed to mean?" he huffed out. his serious pout, which was more adorable than stern, made you giggle. however, no matter how adorable it was, you wanted to wipe that pout off of his face.

"aw cho, you know i didn't mean it like that," you purred, words laced with faux sympathy, "it's just that i didn't expect such a sweet, charming boy like you would be in a fraternity, that's all," with every word, you slowly closed the distance between you two and softly pushed him against the wall, the slight thud of his back punctuated by a faint whine leaving his lips. from your wandering eyes going back and forth from his body, lips, and eyes, choso was almost positive you were a succubus about to eat his soul. he'd probably let you, too.

"i…uhm…" choso sputtered out, words caught in the back of his throat. at this point, all he could think about was you. the headache-inducing music blasting in the fraternity house was now muffled, and he could only hear your voice. your perfume was the only thing he could smell, completely drowning out the party's scent. everyone and everything else around him was blurred, with only you being visible to him. for a moment, he swears he sees a pair of angel wings connected to your back. whatever he was going to say before had been lost to the all-consuming image of you.

to you, this hypnosis you've unknowingly put him under is visible only through the small, dazed smile on his face. you start to wonder if he smoked a joint before coming up to you.

you tilted your head, obviously amused. "what was that? i didn't hear you, cho," you cooed, dragging out the teasing nickname for as long as your tongue would allow. somehow, choso was able to pull himself out of another one of his you-induced trances with a quick jolt in place.

"oh, uhm…" he gulped, "i actually only pledged b-because my younger brother wanted to…he's a year younger than me, and, uhm, he wanted a familiar face with him when he was going through the motions. i didn't really want to, but once i got accepted, he basically forced me to stay…s-so that's why i'm here," choso blushed, avoiding your hungry gaze. unbeknownst to him, this angle gave you a great view of the tip of his ears, donning an adorable shade of pink that made your grin widen.

"that's sweet," you said sincerely. the tone of your voice made choso's ears perk up, turning back to your face with a slightly surprised look.

"r-really?" he asked, face turning redder from both your comment and face of earnest. you're surprised he can blush even harder, mind wandering to ideas on how to get him as red as possible.

"mhm, you're such a good older brother, cho," you drawl out. he knew your sincerity was too good to be true. at the sound of the teasing tone of your praise, choso's eyes quickly widen before he goes back to staring a hole into the ground.

you start to giggle. "aw, c'mon, are you really that flustered? i didn't even say anything," you chuckled, reaching out to ruffle his hair that had fallen out of his two signature buns earlier that night.

choso winced from the sudden touch before slightly nuzzling his head into your palm, all the teasing from you and the slight buzz in his system clouding his better judgment.

"mm, it's just the way you carry yourself, i guess," he hummed out in satisfaction, finally attempting to hold eye contact with you again. his eyes were still glazed over, and for a second, you think you see hearts floating where his pupils are supposed to be. cute.

"i'm not too forward, right? i wouldn't want to scare you off," you questioned, a hint of insecurity lacing your words. choso notices this almost immediately, eyebrows furrowing.

"no! not at all, i just…get shy sometimes. i-i don't think you could ever scare me off…" choso trails off. you sigh in relief, thankful that you didn't just tease another guy out of your life.

"i'm so glad. you're so good to me, cho," you cooed, making choso gulp. right before you ramp up your teasing once again, you feel a hand on your shoulder.

"hey...mm…me and shoko are, uhm, r-ready to burp go now…if you're ready," utahime stammers out from behind you, almost stumbling over before you quickly grab onto her arm. fully turned around now, she notices choso standing awkwardly behind you, biting the skin off of his bottom lip.

"oh my god, sorry for interrupting your convo…hi, i'm utahime," she waved to the still-flushed boy behind you. he waves back awkwardly before continuing to stare at your back.

"shit, i'm sorry, cho, but i think this is my queue to leave. i'll talk to you later, 'kay, babe?" you apologize while turning to him slightly before walking away.

"see you…" he trails off, watching you walk out the door of the frat house. before you leave, he gets another flash of angel wings connected to you. he continues to stare at the door for another three minutes before finally walking up to his room, immediately falling onto his bed.

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choso wakes up with a slight headache and a very dry mouth. all of his clothes are still on from the night before, including his docs that have now started to dig into his ankles. he winces in pain, forcing himself to sit up and finally take off his shoes.

just as he's unzipping his right shoe, everything from the night before floods his mind: the party, the mess, the infidelity he definitely did not want to witness, and you.

fuck.

choso's eyes widen in absolute horror when he realizes how he acted last night with you. after basically chucking his shoe across his messy room, choso shoved his face into his pillow and screamed.

"why the fuck did i act like that?! shit, i'm such a loser," he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. he could feel his headache get worse the more he remembered from your conversation. he turned around and sighed, staring at his ceiling fan while trying to figure out if it could support a rope and, subsequently, his entire body weight. just as he was about to grab his phone and place an amazon order for rope and a step stool, it went off.

you: hey cho, it's me (reader)

you: i had a lot of fun last night! i just wanted to ask if you wanted to grab some coffee with me whenever you're free 💕

choso swears he feels his heart stop. holding back a squeal, he starts to blush as he stares at the messages on his screen, contemplating how to answer your texts for far too long. finally, after what feels like an eternity, you get a response.

choso: i'm free right now

Even with a foggy mind, Megumi saw the way Yuji’s Adam's apple bobbed up and down whenever you made a slightly too energetic twirl on the dancefloor, your short skirt riding up your thighs and highlighting the plush flesh of your ass. His first instinct was to shoot his friend a ridiculing look and to pull your skirt down. To scold you. But he hesitated. Chalk it up to the slowed reactions of someone getting more and more drunk, but this tiny second was enough to let things unravel further.

Megumi let you dance and laugh without interrupting, silently counting each time Yuji reacted to you—an overly boisterous laugh here, a lingering touch on your waist there. Megumi knew he didn’t do it intentionally. He’d never risk their friendship like that, and he respected the relationship of the two of you. Hell, he was even the one who set you up almost three years ago. Still, he couldn’t ignore that his best friend kept stealing glances at you, growing closer to you in a way that's all friendship on the surface but tinged with want, even if he wasn’t aware of it. And you seemed all the more oblivious, always joking around with him, laughing about how big his biceps had gotten and touching his arms when Yuji broadly claimed he could even lift an elephant.

Megumi should have been jealous. It would have been the appropriate reaction, he knew that. But seeing the both of you tiptoeing around each other … Something in his chest shifted; curiosity and a deep, twisted desire swirling inside of him.

So when you all crashed into Megumi’s dorm and onto the bed together, Yuji falling partly on top of you in a drunken stumble, he just watched what would happen next. And he saw the way Yuji’s face heated up, pupils dilating despite himself after his fuzzy brain registered that he landed only centimeters away from your thighs. His breathing got heavier, partly because he had just stumbled, partly because his blood was rushing south and making his pants bulge.

And you? Megumi’s cute little, oblivious girlfriend? You laughed sweetly, grabbing Yuji by the shoulders and clumsily trying to push him off you, only for your skirt to ride up further, revealing the pink lace thong that barely covered anything. Yuji stared, gulping heavily. It took a while for you to notice what had happened, the alcohol dulling your ability to think properly, turning your thoughts into a syrupy mess. Way too late, your breath hitched, heat spreading across your face. You reached for the hem of your skirt to adjust it when Megumi, who was sitting behind you on the bed, snatched your wrist. He hadn’t planned to do that. He just did.

“You want him to see you like that, don’t you?” His voice came out rough and dark, way more intense than he intended to.

Your body stiffened while Yuji’s eyes grew wide, mouth slightly falling open.

“N-no! Of course not, Megs!” You tried to deflect, but even in your own ears, your words fell oddly flat, your tongue heavy. A fresh wave of panic rushed through your body, causing the room to spin. What was happening right now?

Megumi’s grip on your wrist grew tighter. Not painfully, no. He would never hurt you. Just noticeably. “Don’t lie to me. You enjoy his attention. Even if you weren’t aware of it until now, I saw it. Every time you two interact, there’s …” He took a second to search for the right words, gulping to wet his dry throat. His pulse was nearly as frantic as yours. “There’s this tension underneath.” His gaze flicked to Yuji, who was still stuck in place like a deer in headlights. “You know it, don’t you? You … react to her.”

Yuji’s gaze bored into the eyes of his best friend, trying to decipher what the best thing to say was. But what kind of friend would he be if he’d lie to him?

Yuji had drowned his growing attraction to you deep inside of him. In the darkest corner of his head, pushing away every thought about you that went further than seeing you as a friend. As Megumi’s girlfriend. And he really had thought he would have been sly about it. That he was able to hide the occasional boner he got whenever you wore something skimpy, brushing off the lewd thoughts that stirred in his mind whenever your nipples pressed through your shirts and your tight pants stretched around your ass as mere coincidence. Even when he caught himself stroking his cock to blurry images that looked suspiciously like you every night, his angry red tip glistening in precum. It was a coincidence. The result of the three of you always hanging around together.

However, here in Megumi’s room with you right before him, he couldn’t deny the effect you had on him anymore. And so, he cleared his throat and nodded, already bracing himself for the inevitable. The anger. The screaming. The end of the friendship that meant more to him than any other ever did. Yuji closed his eyes, his heart racing in his chest, wincing at the pain the thought already caused him.

“Then taste her.”

What?!

Yuji opened his eyes again, the shock rushing through his veins like ice-cold water. Suddenly, he felt sober, almost as if Megumi’s words knocked all the tipsiness out of him. “Y-you’re not serious.”

“I am.” Megumi tilted his head, gauging your reaction. “You will do it, won’t you? For me.” He let go of your wrist, the gesture signaling that you had a choice, that he wouldn’t force you, even though his words sounded different from that. “Let him taste you, hm, pretty girl?”

Megumi’s words stirred something deep inside you, making your breath hitch and heat crawl up your neck. You had never thought about Yuji like that. But seeing this bulky guy now, panting for you like a needy puppy, his cheeks flushed to match his pink hair, radiating nothing but need …

Fuck, yes, you will let him taste you.

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Gulping heavily, he lifts your skirt to your waist and slides your thong to the side. A deep groan escapes him at the way your slick clings to the fabric, forming a thin string of your arousal.

"So wet already, angel?" His voice is shaky, each syllable vibrating with need.

Another firm tug and the thong rips, soon discarded onto the floor. And where Megumi would have been slow and precise, Yuji dives right in, dragging a long stripe over your glistening folds before lapping like a starved dog, tongue alternately dipping into your leaking hole and circling your clit.

A thousand sparks erupt in your body, your heart hammering in your chest. "Y-Yuu! Not so fast, I-!" You frantically try to push him off, but to no avail.

The pink-haired guy only whimpers at the taste of you, his cock twitching in his pants. "Sorry, babygirl," he murmurs between a few fast licks that draw another gasp from you, "can't hold back when your pussy tastes this sweet.”

Again, he buries his face shamelessly into your core, flattens his tongue and licks up every drop of your juices while his nose brushes your clit.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck …!” You mewl, desperately reaching for your boyfriend’s arms to steady yourself.

Yuji spreads your legs further, repeatedly nudging his tongue into your warm slit and finding a rhythm that makes your eyes roll back into your head.

“Ah … Megumi!” Your fingers rake deep into his skin, leaving little crescents. Said man’s breathing accelerates at the sight of you closing in on your climax, the way your eyebrows twitch in a sweet mix of strain and pleasure, your pretty little moans going straight to his groin.

His hand reaches down to tug a strand of hair away from your cheek. “Does he make you feel good, pretty?”

You hiccup, tears building in the corners of your eyes with each stroke of Yuji’s tongue. “Yes, yes, feels so good, baby …!”

Megumi and Yuji both groan in unison at this. Yuji humps the mattress, getting completely lost in savoring you. His precum soaks his pants, a huge spot of wetness growing on the fabric.

The corner of Megumi’s mouth twitches, the smallest hint of a smug grin. His rock-hard cock forms a tent in his jeans, begging to get taken care of. But he knows how to be patient.

His fingers trail from your face down your neck, stopping at your chest. He hikes your tank top up, causing your breasts to spill free, nipples immediately hardening at the sudden exposure. You yelp as he puts a finger into his mouth and then spreads his spit over one of your sensitive buds, flicking and pinching it. Your back arches off the bed, only causing Yuji’s face to press further into you. A string of incoherent wails tears from your throat. God, it's almost too much.

“Make her cum, Itadori.” Megumi’s voice doesn’t contain a plea or a request. It’s a command, quiet and steady, the inevitability lying underneath crystal clear.

Yuji obliges, oddly turned on by both you squirming under him and Megumi telling him what to do. With a whimper that ripples through your pussy and makes your toes curl, he drags his tongue over your clit and dips one of his calloused fingers into your entrance. You cry out, taking Yuji’s finger to the hilt and rocking your hips against his palm. In the meantime, Megumi has both hands on your tits, groping and tugging harder at your nipples the tighter the knot in your stomach gets.

“Hnnngh … 'm so close, so close, don’t stop …!”

Megumi grunts as his gaze zeroes in on Yuji sinking a second finger into you, then a third, pumping faster and faster. Both guys are having serious trouble keeping their own orgasms at bay now—Yuji’s crotch is completely soaked, and Megumi bites hard on his lower lip to prevent himself from cumming right then and there.

With another few pumps and sloppy licks, a heatwave explodes in your body. You let out a shaky cry as your head falls back against Megumi’s chest, eyelids fluttering. Your juices gush over Yuji’s face and hand, running down his chin and wrist. When the stars in your vision slowly vanish, you notice that he’s still between your thighs and cleaning you up, the rough texture of the scar at the corner of his mouth rubbing over your skin. Your face heats up at the sight, legs trembling in oversensitivity.

Megumi lets go of your nipples, continuing to stroke your face slowly, his eyes undeniably soft again. “You’re such a good girl for us.”

An obscene pop fills the room as Yuji pulls away, his mouth and chin shining with your slick in the dim light. His heart beats like crazy and fuck, his cock is so freaking hard it hurts.

His gaze flicks to his best friend, the words tumbling over his lips before he can even think about what he’s saying. “Let me fuck her, Fushiguro.”

There’s a brief moment of shared shock when he finally notices what he just said, but he’s too deep into it to back out now, his desire for you making his head spin and his cock throbbing violently. “Please, I need to be inside her.”

You gulp heavily, both the audacity of him asking that and the fact that he’s talking to Megs as if you aren’t even in the room, sending a thrill through your body.

Megumi hums thoughtfully while he keeps caressing your cheek, his touch so achingly sweet and tender. He still can’t believe what he’s doing. Even now, there’s no flicker of jealousy, no anger, no distaste. Quite the opposite, really. The burning pleasure inside of him has long since clouded his judgment, dulling any sense of right or wrong. His gaze finds yours and for a moment, he gets lost in the way your eyes are glazed over, already dazed by the remnants of alcohol and the fading sparks of your orgasm circling in your veins. He wants to see more of that expression.

“You wanna take him, pretty?”

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Sukuna and you wouldn't hang out much unless he had Yuji over for the weekend. It's not like he could keep his nephew to himself anyway. The toddler would make his presence known and call out for you until you appeared outside Sukuna's front door, brows low and eyes squinted at him accusingly for not informing you of your favorite little guy's visit.

However, his family took a liking to you too. It was hard not to when Yuji would ask for you and point at toys of his that you got him, keeping those close along with the tyrannosaur plushie from Sukuna. You became an unexpected addition to their family though you weren't that close to the others. Choso, who was Kaori's older son and his girlfriend, Yuki, were fun to be around too and it helped that they were close to your age.

Sukuna feels like you're taking over his life. His friends find your hair ties, the single earrings of yours that always go missing from your pairs and the scent of your shampoo or perfume on his cushions or sheets in the guest room. If he had women over like he used to, he'd think you were leaving hints to make him out to be a cheater in their eyes. Even if you never gave him the impression that you liked him. Not that he cared about what weekend lovers were thinking of him anyway.

Gradually, he found you assimilating into his friend group as well. Shoko and Utahime were friends of his friends, Gojo and Geto among others so it was only natural that you all got acquainted. They took a liking to you too.

But now you were both getting questioned by his family and your friends about the nature of your relationship. You insist that it's Sukuna's fault. If his friends and him aren't talking about sport, stocks and whatnot, he's pulling out his phone and showing them pictures of Yuji and the evidence of his milestones that Sukuna can't resist boasting about.

“Look at his tiny teeth coming in, he's a mean biter, that little brat,” he'd fondly grumble as his friends swiped through his camera roll. Suguru would share a glance with Satoru whenever a picture of Yuji included you. Sitting with him on one end of the seesaw at the park, pushing him on the baby swing, laughing as he wore your glasses that magnified his round eyes, napping on the couch with Yuji drooling on your shirt. Sukuna complained about that last one, saying he'd gone to work that morning and came back around lunch to find that you two barely moved from watching The Land Before Time since he left.

You, of course, did not take that lying down. Revealing your own phone like a lawyer in court, you presented your camera roll. The first picture was one you took early on after meeting Yuji when you spotted Sukuna with the baby strapped to his chest as he very, very gently boxed his punching bag on his terrace. That was actually going to be evidence for child protective services as you were concerned for the infant's safety and you ignore Sukuna's slack jaw when you admit to that while the others laugh. The other photos consist of Sukuna biting Yuji's cheek while the chubby baby looks terrified, the toddler lounging on Sukuna's back while he scrolls on his phone, both boys giving the camera a grimace and Sukuna helping Yuji step into beachwater for the first time.

All your friends are speechless as they watch the both of you laugh about memories you'd witnessed together and sigh sadly about how quickly he's growing then have the audacity to look befuddled by their stares when you notice the silence in the bustling steakhouse.

“What?” Sukuna and you ask at the same time with matching shrugs.

Satoru is the first to respond with a huff of breath, amused as he pushes his sunglasses further up into his hair. “Shoko was right. You two act like you're Yuji's parents.”

That earns an eyeroll from you as you put your phone away and pop a crispy fry into your mouth. “Can't a girl gush about a kid without being accused of being motherly? Damn.”

Sukuna frowns as he takes a sip of his drink. “None of you are any better when he's around anyway.” Yuji is practically the friend group baby with how everyone showers him with affection when he's around. He's never short of attention, food or toys when they come to visit so the others don't bother denying it.

Leaning back in his seat, Satoru shrugs. “You've got a point. Maybe someone else here should have a baby so we stop teasing you two.” Utahime is already looking bored because Satoru always nominates her for motherhood. “What about you, Uta—” She silences him by stuffing a bread roll into his opened mouth.

Suguru raises his hands, placating as ever with that gentle smile on his face as if he doesn't enable Satoru's antics.

“Alright, alright. Settle down. No need to pull that bulldog face, Sukuna,” he tells the man who only scowls in response.

Shoko hummed. “Yeah, when was the last time you got laid?” The glasses of wine she had are definitely talking now. “You're usually way more at ease.”

You snort at that. “This guy hasn't gotten any in months. It's so bad that he calls Yuji a cockblock. The poor kid.”

The man in question sits up straight and whips his head in your direction from where he's seated across from you. “Excuse me? Your uptight ass is none the better.”

Rising to the challenge as always, you tilt your head and tap your fingers against the table. “My appetite isn't as voracious as yours. Even if it was, I'm more tasteful and don't need the whole complex to know I'm getting some.”

“I'm gonna go get another drink,” Utahime says, all too familiar with yours and Sukuna's bickering. Shoko, Suguru and Satoru on the other hand stay right where they are, gazes bouncing to and fro like they're watching a tennis match.

Brows twitching, Sukuna seems to glitch at that. Did you just imply that you have been seeing people but you're subtle about it? That wouldn't make sense. He never sees anyone— Then again he's not around all the time. Had his observation skills dulled that much?

“That's a load of bull. You're way too stiff and pissy for someone who claims they're getting laid. The only times you seem relaxed is when Yuji is around,” he states like it's a fact.

“Have you ever considered that I'm only like this around you?”

His brooding expression eases and there's a tug at the corner of his mouth, tattoo on along his jaw inching higher on his face. “Yeah? Do I affect you that much?”

Your face twists like you're in pain and you might as well be because that line was lame. “Geez, have you lost your touch? Being an uncle softened you, huh?”

Setting his elbows on the table with a thump, rattling the silverware and glasses, Sukuna leans in, his shadow casting over the table, eyes as dark as the remnants of Shoko's wine. You regard him, unfazed and he feels his blood sizzle.

“I can assure you that my touch is very well intact,” he overstated, each word enunciated with a self-assured drawl.

Suguru, Shoko and Satoru are silently putting their money on who they think is going to win this time. Usually you emerge victorious much to Sukuna's dismay but he does have his own triumphs while you're left cussing him out under your breath.

A chuckle leaves you as you swirl your drink and take a sip, looking at him over the rim. Setting it back down, Sukuna can smell the sugary fruit cocktail on your breath as you reply.

“Frequent dates with your right hand do not count.” Satoru chokes in the second bread roll he'd taken a bite out of as Shoko hits his back harder than necessary. Suguru looks away but you catch the curve of his mouth.

Sukuna doesn't react save for the strand of hair that falls over his eyes. “That's cute. I'm sure you can relate with all the buzzing I hear from your apartment. Is your new hobby beekeeping or something?”

That rips a gasp from your throat and his grin is mean as he shrugs and excuses himself to use the restroom. A trick he uses to flee while you're still taken aback. It goes on like this for weeks until Satoru opens his mouth and gives you both a dare.

“Bet you two won't last seeing each other naked. Platonic my fucking ass,” he slurs one night when Sukuna is dropping him and Suguru off at his place after one too many drinks. Then again, Satoru's always been a lightweight.

You scoff at that, finding it ridiculous. Sukuna and you have seen each other half-naked so naked wouldn't be that different. At least you think so.

Neither of you mention it the whole ride home and even when he’s parked the car. With a nod and a greeting to the doorman, you enter the lobby and head for the elevator.

The doors slide shut and you're met with your reflection next to Sukuna's. Sleeves rolled up, top buttons undone on his shirt and his slacks a little creased, he rested his head against the wall and watched the numbers climb higher. You're no different in a fitted button-up and pencil skirt, showing way too much cleavage to be professional. That's the result of going out for drinks straight after work at the office.

“Gojo's fucking stupid sometimes,” Sukuna comments, drawing your attention. “Actually, most of the time,” he corrects.

You nod. “Yeah, he must've heard a dumbass dare like that from one of those dramas he's always telling us about.”

A glance is exchanged before you both let out tired laughs. Your body feels heavy in the way it always does after a long day, the blazing sun from earlier only made things worse. It's easier to be friendly with Sukuna when neither of you have it in you to argue.

The elevator doors open and you step out first. You murmur a goodnight as you fish out your keys from your purse. You hear his own slot into the keyhole but the jiggling pauses. He clears his throat and you look at him. Gaze contemplative and definitely up to no good, he gives you a once over then nods to his door.

“Wanna stay over tonight? You look too tired to find your keys in the dumpster you call your bag,” he says and you don't know how to take that.

“You're insulting my purse and expect me to agree?” You make a face.

He shuts his eyes, exhaling hard through his nose and he tries to gather his thoughts and rectify his invite. “My bad, I meant your purse. Come on. It'll be easier.”

Bunching your lips to the side, you eye him in suspicion. “Easier, how? Is Yuji coming over early tomorrow?”

Right, of course you'd assume it's because his nephew is visiting. Why else would you stay over at his place? There's never been another reason though right now he wishes there was.

“No, he's gonna spend time with Choso tomorrow actually. He nagged me about not being able to hang out with his brother more because I'm always snatching him up at every chance I get. Whatever that means.”

The mention of Choso brings a sweet smile to your face which annoys Sukuna because you're now fond of two of his family members and he's not one of them.

“Yeah, you do steal Yuji a lot. Let him bond with his big brother,” you scold lightly.

Sukuna rolls his eyes and nods anyway. “I will. Not my fault I'm more available than he is. Why don't you stay the night so I don't get lonely and ruin their plans?”

Your eyebrows reach your hairline at that ultimatum. “Excuse me? You're gonna crash their hangout if I don't come over?”

Laughing to yourself, you turn back to your door and he wants to grab your wrist to stop you. But Sukuna knows that'll earn him a slap. If it doesn't, it'd still be awkward because he's never shown interest in hanging out with you alone before.

“What, are you scared?” He finds himself asking instead, standing to his full height and fixing you with a narrow-eyed look.

You straighten up at that and look over your shoulder, slowly facing him again. Yeah, he's got you.

“Scared of what?”

Slipping his hands into his pockets, he nods his head from side to side. “You know, being alone with me. Maybe you hide behind Yuji. Don't worry, I won't bite.”

You're unimpressed. “Funny.”

There's a hint of a smile on his lips.

“Or is it because of what Satoru said tonight? Think you'll be unable to resist me if we're all alone…and naked?”

There's a flicker of something in your gaze before you glare and push past him, turning his key and storming into his apartment. The baby powder, fabric softener and his cologne wash over you all at once and you hate how the smell feels more homey than your own place. A downside of spending most of your days here.

“Fine then. Let's go shower. Saving water and all that.” You kick off your heels, toss your coat on the rack and make your way to the master bathroom.

Sukuna stands in the entryway, shocked. He didn't drink at all tonight but he's convinced one of his sodas was spiked. Did you just agree to that ridiculous dare?

Rushing water draws him out of his stupor, the sound drowning out your muttering. You're no doubt insulting him and probably calling him a coward. He won't have that.

And so, he toes off his shoes and unbuttons his shirt, a trail of clothing leading to the bathroom that he'll without a doubt get yelled at for later, leaving the last shreds of his shame and hesitance there with it.

“Don't stare at it,” he hisses minutes later when your eyes traitorously drop to his boner again. It's not intentional when you look down. This time at least. The idiot just has the water pressure high and you don't exactly want to be blinking constantly under the beating spray.

“Let me move then! I feel like I'm being pelted in a fucking thunderstorm,” you snap, tired of the abuse from the shower head. He exhales in exasperation before you swap positions and you giggle at the way he's oh so careful to prevent your bodies from touching at all. Not that it was a problem because the shower stall can fit four to five people comfortably.

You're as casual about this as any adult who's seen their fair share of naked bodies would be. It probably helps that you're accustomed to him being shirtless so the tattoos lining his chiseled front and back don't surprise you. The inky bands around his upper thighs do though. They match the ones of his arms.

“So you're used to having dates with your hand in the shower?” You repeat the reason he gave you earlier when his second head stood to attention. You'd been ready to get out when he admitted to fucking his fist in here and he pulled you back, embarrassed about your doubt in his personal hygiene and abilities to clean up after himself. You've been around him long enough to know he takes good care of himself.

He sucks in an agitated breath, trying his damn hardest to not stare at your breasts or lower even as the droplets he's been distracting himself with run down from your hairline to your nose, lips, chin and below until it disappears below your neck into forbidden territory.

“I already said that, didn't I?” He taps his ear. “Did you get water in your ears while washing your hair?” Both of you had already scrubbed down, washing away the grime and sweat from the day from your bodies and hair but he'd seemed to rush it all and you insisted that you should enjoy the shower longer.

“So snappy,” you muse, and you're smiling the widest you ever have at him. At his expense, of course. He should have known.

He wishes he could snap you in half right now. Not really because Yuji would miss you. And he's not one to put his hands on women in any other way than what she wants. Fuck, he doesn't need to be thinking about his past lovers when he's supposed to be showing you how unaffected he is right now. The throbbing problem that smacks his stomach when he moves too quickly is not helping. Why the hell did he invite you over? How is he gonna take care of that now?

Furrowing your brows, you tilt your head to look up at him. It's of no use with the fucking torrential settings of the shower spray so you reach around him to lower it, leaving an inch of space so your bodies don't touch.

Pushing your slicked back hair away from your face, you lean back to take a good look at his face. It's almost as pink as his hair, steam curling up and away from his body, chest rising and falling as steadily as it can as droplets adorn his skin like gems. You also respectfully keep your gaze above his waist.

“I thought we said no ogling,” he grumbles and you're honestly convinced he's going to run out of the bathroom like a caged animal set free.

Huffing in amusement, you step back. “Relax. It's not like you haven't seen a woman before. Can't we both just appreciate each other's forms?”

His eyes thin into slits. “You're not gonna pepper spray me or something, right?”

Tempting but no. “Look, this is your one and only opportunity to freely stare at me. Are you gonna turn it down? I sure as hell am not. Unless you don't want me looking at you?”

There's an indent on the right side of his cheek, jaw flexing as his teeth worry the inner flesh. You don't think you've seen him more unsure than now. Aside from that time when Yuji got sick.

“Are you sure about this?”

You nod. He doesn't blink.

“Yes,” you confirm. “Are you okay with me looking at you? No pressure. We can end it here. I think the dare is fulfilled, no?”

“Wait,” he stops you when you reach to push open the glass door. “Alright, let me look,” he blurts, sounding angry with himself at his lack of cockiness. “Please?”

You face him again and his eyes finally drop from your face to your tits. His attention makes them tighten, nipples pebbling. Your stomach swirls when his gaze dips and you ignore it, taking him in instead. There's the slightest pink happy trail leading down from his navel and it looks like a light red mark nails would leave behind. You're glad you shaved.

Feeling a little too hot now, which you chalk up to the thick steam in here because Sukuna showers with fucking lava, you switch places with him and turn the temperature down to cool yourself. You give him your back and can practically feel his gaze touching you all along your spine, rounding your ass and shapely thighs.

There's silence, only the pitter patter of water, one or two stray cars honks and then the shower door is opening.

“Guess we're done here. Fuck Gojo and his stupid dares,” Sukuna grumbles as he steps out and dries himself.

“You can say that again,” you agree, taking a gulp of fresh air once you're in the hallway.

That's not the last time you two would end up in a bathroom together or water in general. The next time however, he was not welcome.

It's summer so Wasuke and the family decide to go down to their family lake house in the countryside. Yuji is now two and as loud as ever. He's still the cutest kid but god is he talkative and clingy. As much as you love it, you're glad he's got a lot of family to entertain him. He was more of a menace with them than you and Sukuna though, always testing the limits after his mom or dad will tell him no, doing stuff he's not supposed to then pretending it was something else entirely when he was caught and being the definition of an ankle biter.

After a whole day of having him as your tail, taking a walk around the estate to tire him out, playing catch with him, listening to him ramble and only half of it being coherent, you're beat. So you're taking a well-deserved soak in the en-suite bathroom of your bedroom.

The wooden tub is glossy and huge, you could disappear under if you fill it up too high. Minty and fruity notes fill the space with a soothing scent. Your eyelids are drooping and you could fall asleep right here.

But you're not so lucky as you hear Yuji scream for Sukuna. You hardly process it before your bathroom door bursts open, slamming against the wall hard enough to make you flinch and yelp. It's that asshole, looking frantic and wide-eyed. He holds a finger to his lips to shush you before shutting the door.

You mouth “what the fuck?” at him, glad that the iridescent bubbles maintain your dignity as he tiptoes closer, shrugging off his clothes and throwing them into the hamper, giving you a face full of bare ass. It's a nice ass but you did not wanna see it like this.

The recognizable footfalls of a certain toddler are muffled outside the bathroom door and Sukuna all but cannonballs into the fucking tub, sending water everywhere and off the edge of the tub, a puddle forming on the floor and you shriek.

Yuji knocks then opens the door, expression wide-eyed and curious as the bubbles that flew into the air make the place look like a wonderland to the kid.

“Nana, you okay? Where's S'kuna?” He questions, fluffy haired head turning this way and that as he looks for his elusive uncle, respectful enough to not come in because he was taught better.

You mirror his confusion. “I'm okay, bud. I didn't see him. Maybe ask daddy?” You suggest as if the man in question wasn't holding his breath underwater, little air bubbles coming up to the surface.

Yuji hums, scratching his chubby cheek. “Okay. I wanna go fishing!” Of course he does. Sukuna promised that he'd take him yesterday but flaked because he was fucking hungover.

“I'll tell him if I see him, okay?” Yuji nods, happy with that. “Go watch a movie with grandpa. He's got chocolate chip cookies.”

That has his attention instantly. Beaming, the toddler waves you goodbye before bounding out of the room and into the living area, calling out for Wasuke and asking for cookies.

Sukuna shoots out of the water a few seconds later, greedily sucking in oxygen and you're almost annoyed that there might not be enough for you. Half of your irritation fades at the sight of bubbles coating his body like a sudsy article of clothing, all along his arms and atop his head.

“Christ, I thought the motormouth would never leave.” He sighs in relief and you regret not humouring Yuji for longer.

You shove him to the other side of the tub and he gives, floating away like you did him a favor. “Geez, you're a fucking idiot! Out of all the places to hide, you picked to disturb me?” You gather water and splash him with it, making sure it stings and he raises his hands to shield himself from the assault.

“Ow, ow! Sorry, I panicked, okay?” He exclaims, moving his hands away when you stop.

“Why are you ditching him? I was the one with him all day, you should at least take him fishing now! It's not like he isn't gonna sleep soon anyway so it'll be easier,” you chastise.

“Exactly! He's gonna sleep soon. Do you think a two-year-old can sit still long enough? Fishing is a time-consuming activity. He'll jump in the water more times than he can count,” Sukuna argues.

He makes no move to leave even as you scowl at him. But you know you're both in dire need of a break from the kid. He's a handful these days. So you let the idiot relax in the tub with you, playing with the bubbles and talking about nothing in particular. Then you toss a hair towel over his eyes as you climb out and go to dry your hair while he sits there for longer, wanting to become a prune.

It's only the day before you're all about to leave that Sukuna finally takes Yuji fishing. He was an antsy little thing but Sukuna sternly explained the rules (half of which you doubt Yuji caught) and emphasized waiting. You watched them from afar, sipping on mimosas with Yuki while Choso joined the uncle and nephew duo.

Sukuna's face was grumpy most of the time but he cracked a smile and even laughed at Choso's jokes, Yuji guffawing too as if he understood. The two men doted on the little boy, giving him head pats and praise when they'd help him reel in fish. The toddler was empathetic at heart so he insisted on catching and releasing rather than making the fish their food.

Later that night, when the sun set and everyone was indoors, away from the chilly air and cold lake, Sukuna and you sat on the other end of the lake, away from the house, stargazing and enjoying the breeze after days of blistering heat.

That's when you had the bright idea to go skinny dipping.

“You're fucking crazy,” Sukuna barks when you voice the thought.

Rearing back, you smack him in the chest. “Says the guy who's been telling me to stop acting like I'm a grandma.”

He snorts at that, finding himself so funny as he sits there in his unbuttoned shirt, pecs out and abdomen rippling. “You're the one who keeps saying you're too old for this and that when we're only like what? Three years apart in age?”

Kissing your teeth, you push his head away. “Hanging out with your dad makes me feel old and he's pretty active for his age.” You glance around to make sure the elderly man didn't hear that. It would be a hard betrayal after you pulled the, “Sukuna, you didn't tell me you had an older brother” card on him when you first met.

Sukuna stretches his arms out behind him and leans back on them, eyes roaming over the lake then back to you. “Yeah, he is. But you don't have to empathise with the old man's back pains and aches so much that you think you have them.”

“I do though!” You insist as if he doesn't know you're a hypochondriac.

“Keep being a homebody and bed rot will lead you there,” he warns.

You rise to your feet and pull off your dress, your bikini set from earlier underneath. “Let's go skinny dipping then.”

He sputters out his drink. “No fucking way. I'm the one with bad ideas, not you.”

“Don't be a pussy,” you tell him with an eyeroll.

His eyes widened at the word. “Pussy? Isn't that sexist or something? Vaginas are not weak.”

Your nose wrinkles. “No, dumbass. It's slang for pusillanimous which describes cowardice,” you explain.

Tilting his head, Sukuna stares at the calm water. “Huh, you learn something new every day.”

“You coming?” You ask, nodding to the water.

“It's cold, you know?” He says, brows knitted.

“You only live once,” you lamely reply but it works on him.

Sharp and prickling, the icy water hits your back the moment you jump into the water. Sukuna's head is tossed back, laughter booming through the night air as you cut through the surface with a shocking gasp. The fucker had gotten in before you, your backs to each other as you undressed and he lied that the water wasn't bad at all.

“I fucking told you,” he says between bouts of giggles, the sound too high pitched to be considered a chuckle because as much as he's trying to hide it, he's fucking freezing too.

“I hope your balls shrivel up and implode,” you curse through chattering teeth, hair spread out around you like an octopus’ tentacles, darkened strands cling to your face and shoulders, floating on the water.

He winces at the thought or maybe it's the temperature of the water. “That's not fair. Yuji needs a cousin.”

The lake house is far enough from the city that pollution and artificial lights are unable to hide the beauty of night. Stars scattered across the sky like that tube of glitter Yuji got his hands on a few months back and decided to decorate Sukuna's gym bag with. The water reflects the sky and you feel like you're in the cosmos, body bobbing in the water that becomes more bearable the longer you're in it.

Swimming in this silent space feels sacred, surrounded by the towering, whispering pine forest and the faint, comforting amber glow of the lakehouse windows in the distance. The only sounds are the soft, rhythmic splash of your own movements and the distant, melodic call of a night bird, making the world feel profound and incredibly peaceful.

However, as you move further from the shore, the silence begins to feel heavy rather than peaceful. The water around your limbs changes from refreshing to unnervingly cold, feeling thick and almost gelid. The starlight on the surface, once beautiful, now looks fractured, creating dancing, pale shadows that resemble swimming creatures just below the surface. The dense, dark forest seems to move closer, its jagged, silhouetted treeline looming over the water. Suddenly, the immense, bottomless depth beneath you feels active, and the absolute solitude of the night turns the serene, scenic swim into a heart-pounding, primal experience of being watched from the darkness.

Does it help that Yuji's current interests include a low-budget, shitty CGI film about giant crocodiles spawning from nowhere and death rolling unsuspecting people to the watery demise? No, it does not. His parents seriously need to stop letting him watch that stuff. No wonder he's tried to bite you ten times today alone. That and his uncle does it to him often enough for him to have picked it up.

“Hey, Sukuna, maybe we should head inside now,” you quietly suggested. The man is too busy being mesmerized by the view too, not that he'd admit this wasn't a completely stupid idea.

You're having your regrets.

He glances at you with a grouchy expression as if he wasn't just starry eyed in awe. “Are you kidding? We've been in here for like ten minutes at most, it's just getting better.”

“You stay then, I'm leaving.” Whirling around, water sloshing with your spin, your wade towards the shore.

You don't get that far.

There's a brush against your legs spanning from your toes to your calf with enough force that your brain conjures up a hand grasping at you. The scream you let out scares the birds out of their nests.

Sukuna whips his head around so fast, he almost gets whiplash. He has no time to recover as a naked blur lunges at him with a wet slap as it collides with his front, nearly tripping him as a wave rolled behind him from the force. You're wriggling like a fish on land as he holds you on either side of your hips, still reeling from being jumped on.

“Jesus, woman. What the fuck is your problem?” He shouts, trying to stop your flailing.

Treating him like a human buoy, you lock your legs around his waist and inch up higher, his wet not helping your scaling. Elbow resting on one of his broad shoulders, you don't pay any mind to the fact that your tits are nearly touching his chin as your eyes search the water you'd previously been in.

“Shush! Something touched my foot,” you whisper-yell at him, so fast that he barely catches your words. Your death grip on his body and nails digging into his arm are enough to tell him you got spooked.

Like the prick he is, he grins at you mischievously, too amused by your fear. In his defense, it's entirely irrational. He knows it's a reed or something harmless like that.

“And you think I'm gonna save you?” He tries and fails to peel you off of him. You're like one of those kittens that claw at their owners and hang on even if you attempt to shake them off.

Pulling back to look at him, even further when you can make out all the glistening droplets, goosebumps on his tawny flesh that's tinted navy blue from the water and the slight fade of his dark tattoos, you frown at him. “You won't? I knew those muscles were only for show.”

He bends forward and loosens his hold like he's going to drop you and your arms loop around his neck, clinging onto him for your dear life. A strangled sound leaves him and you realise you were choking him.

“Shit, sorry! But you better not toss me in the water. I don't know what's in there.” You shake your head vigorously and he shudders when your icy strands stick to his back, cold bleeding into his bare skin.

Clicking his tongue, Sukuna stares off into the distance with a look that says he's done with everything, mostly you. “Alright, I'll protect you. Look at me, what's gonna come for you when I'm around?”

He feels you relax a bit and is about to preen when you open your mouth once more.

“You're right! You have more of a shot of surviving than I do,” you muse, the hope in your tone comical. You truly believe there's something hunting you.

“I do, don't I?” He puffs out his chest, smug.

“Unless it's a Kraken. Then you'll give it a little trouble, buy me some time so I can escape.”

“A Kraken?”

“Those giant octopus monsters that sink ships and stuff,” you explain as if he didn't already know.

His brows lower. “As in the mythical creature?”

“You don't know for sure if they're just a myth!”

A dozen different ways to call you stupid are on the tip of his tongue but this ridiculous topic is distracting you from your fear so he entertains it.

“What's your plan if there is one in this lake?” He bites back a smile when you shiver at the thought.

You think about it. “After it takes you as bait, I'll be set free. But if it sees you as a worthy opponent to fight and tries to take me as a captive, I'll just have to beg it to set me free with my pretty, doe eyes and innocent nature.”

Sukuna snickers as you flutter your wet lashes like you're trying to flirt with the monster. “Yeah and what about me?”

Your response is an eyeroll. “I'll ask very sweetly to free you because your nephew will miss you very much.”

“Oh, so that's my only purpose, huh? To be an uncle. Glad you cleared that up for me before I decided to do soul-searching.”

You pat his chest and his pecs tense. “You're welcome. Moving on—”

Expression severe, you stare at the water like you're waiting for the kraken to burst out already. “After the creature is enchanted by my magnetic presence and frees you, it may see you as a threat. Territory rules and all that stuff. So it will challenge you to a duel.”

“I can take a kraken,” he declares with the misplaced confidence that plagues most mortal men. He could take it but definitely not in the honorable way he's picturing.

You pay him no mind. “But I'll tell the kraken that you're no threat and that he can whisk me away to his underwater kingdom and deposit his eggs in my womb. In fact, I'd be upset with him for assuming I'd stoop as low as to be with your pathetic, rude ass—”

Sukuna was as invested in your story as well as deeply concerned for your mental stability. He didn't even want to ask about that egg thing. It made his skin crawl. Utahime needed to stop debriefing you about her latest monster romance reads.

“That's it. You're going back in the water. Insulting me while I'm your lifeline is crazy.”

Eyes bulging, you wrap your limbs around him like a vice, a constrictor suffocating its prey. “Okay! Okay! I'm sorry. You can put me down after you find what touched my foot.”

His strong brow is lowered, shadows dark so you can't tell where his brows end and his eyes begin. Lips tucked into his mouth, his ruby gaze is almost a murky amethyst at night. Who gives an ultimatum when they're the ones who need help?

“You're impossible.” He heaves a sigh but still shuffles forward in the water, using his feet against the lake bed to feel around for whatever touched you. All he can make out are reeds and the occasional rock.

He's about to call you a scaredy cat when something brushes his leg and he jolts. You startle too. He mentally applauds himself for not letting out the very unmanly sound that lodged in his throat.

“What is it? Did you feel it?” You ask, pressing further into him. He thinks you've long forgotten your nudity but he hasn't. It just doesn't faze him anymore given how blithe you've been about it lately.

Sukuna's not about to look like a wuss in front of you. You'd never let him live it down. So he squats in the water and grabs what brushed his leg.

Would that have been a dumb move in a horror movie?

100%.

You screech as he yanks it out, water raining down on you. Both of you look at it at the same time.

It was in fact a reed.

With a sneer, he turns his head to you and slaps the sopping green leaf onto your calf. You cringe.

Hand coming up, he pats your head condescendingly. “See? I've got you. It's just a little old reed.”

Embarrassment burns your face as you release him and silently slip back into the water. He misses your warmth (and using your breasts as a place to rest his chin).

“Right, I knew that,” you chuckle dismissively.

Narrowing his eyes, toothy grin on his face, he grumbles out his own laugh. “Who would've thought you were a fraidy cat? Poor baby.”

You grab the source of your fear and slap it over his eyes like a blindfold before marching out of the water, slower than you wanted because of the pull of it.

“Fucking jerk, shut up and don't look,” you call back as you hastily dress yourself and stomp back to the house.

Sukuna follows after a few minutes of laughing and recounting everything that happened. The fleeting thought of you becoming Yuji's godmother is at the forefront of his mind again. His father and Jin insist that Sukuna should get married first before he gets legal guardianship of his nephew. He always thought that was a load of bull and that he'd be fine taking care of the kid alone if anything happened to his parents. But now, the image of Yuji and you cuddling up beside him to hide from scary sounds doesn't sound that bad.

“Get out of the water before you get sick, idiot,” Wasuke's voice booms from the lake house deck. Sukuna makes out your own voice egging the old man on, something about you telling Sukuna the same thing earlier but he wouldn't listen.

Yeah, he could get used to that, he thinks as he smiles like an idiot and stretches his arms over his head, not a care in the world about lake monsters coming to snatch him up.

“What!?” They both are pouting all cute, and your heart hurts.

“I know,” you slip your hands across their faces. “I can suck you both off but then I have to study.”

“What now, you think we will let that happen?” Choso asks, you giggle just a bit at his narrowed eyes. “What sort of boyfriends do you take us for? Think we would ever let you not cum?”

“But I know you all haven’t cum in a few days from me.”

“You think we don’t jerk off to you!?” Satoru demands, icy blue eyes narrowing at you, his big hand gripping a thigh. “You insult us, and ignore us? For what? I can just do the work for you.”

“So can I!”

“No, no, you all can’t,” your boyfriends are not very happy.

You have to ace this final and if that means no dick for the night you can do it, right? Even as they try to tempt you, Satoru’s rubbing your shoulders, Choso is kissing on your neck. You keep feeling just the tiniest bit terrible that you have to focus so hard when tonight you all were supposed to go to the movies.

Satoru and Choso leave for a little bit and come back with food for you, they always make sure you have something to eat. Choso is feeding you fries while Satoru sips your milkshake, hands on your thighs, making you far too comfy.

“You two are the best,” you murmur, kissing Gojo's sweet lips, then Choso's cheek. “Don't think this means I'm done studying.”

“You need a break,” Choso's handing you your drink, letting you sip it as he holds it.

“In an hour maybe.”

“It's late, what sleep will you get? This one is –”

“Don't answer for me!” You stop him before he answers the physics question like he always does. “I have to do it myself!”

“You do not, you're so pretty you shouldn't have to work so hard.” You laugh softly.

“You two will have to go if you can't behave.”

They act right for a little longer, you're yawning and feel your eyes just a little heavy and lidded. Humming a bit and dozing as the words start to jumble in your text books. Satoru's kissing the back of your neck, making you moan softly, eyes fluttering shut, pleasure rushing across you.

“Mmm that feels good,” Satoru smirks behind your neck, his glasses brushing against your skin, hands slipping down your waist underneath your sweater. 

“Does it sweetheart?” He gestures to Choso, who quickly drops something under your desk.

“Oh, just need to get this,” he leans down, lips brushing your inner knee, making you gasp out. “Hi pretty.”

“Are you talking to my pussy?” He just grins, spreading them wide, eyeing your panties and moaning, his cock already throbbing.

“She misses me,” you giggle a bit, leaning back against Gojo, Choso’s fingers slipping up your thighs. Satoru pulls your skirt up high, bunching it around your hips.

“You deserve some relaxation pretty girl, you did so good today.” Satoru knows his praise always ruins you, his innocent smile doesn't fool you one bit either. 

He acted real innocent the first time you all fucked, he was a virgin after all, but it became clear quickly how depraved he was. Spitting in your mouth, overstimulating you to the point of pain, going round after round until you were dripping his cum all over. He was your boyfriend before Choso joined you both – and he has made Choso nearly as filthy as him, you swear.

But Choso even mid thrust and whole choking you still pulled off this innocent little air, Satoru was a little too depraved at times. When he licks Choso’s cum from your hole and spits it back in Choso's mouth? You both know he's insane.

“Relaxing, you? How?” Satoru pouts, Choso chuckles, his breath higher, earning your cunt sticking to your panties.

“Mean little girl, tsk,” Satoru tugs at your hair at the nape of your neck, making your head fall back, his glasses fogging with your breaths so hot. “I can be easy, haven't I been?”

“Never,” he smirks, you feel a wet, hot tongue lapping your panties, a tongue ring clicking on the fabric, making you gasp, looking down at your other boyfriend, buried between your thighs. “Cho!”

“Mnh, sorry angel I can't help it, you taste s’good,” Your head falls back, thighs trembling on either side of his head, moaning when he laps at the sticky mess again. “You're soaked.”

“I need to study more,” Satoru slips two big hands underneath your shirt, gripping your tits and earning your soft cry.

“Let's study still, every right answer and we'll make your pretty pussy cum,” he chuckles in your ear, that deep sound reverberating in your ears. “Energy, like your succubus energy–”

“Toru!”

“Can it be destroyed?” He toys with your nipples, plucking them between long fingers, eliciting a soft little moan. “Asked you a question, sweetheart.”

“Mnh, n-no it can't,” Choso's tongue licks right between puffy lips, pressing the thin material up into it. “Ah!”

“Good girl,” Satoru murmurs, bending over to lift your thigh, propping your foot high on the desk. “Can it be created?”

“Just um… conserved,” your lashes flutter shut, his lips kissing up your neck, Choso spits right on your clothed cunt, torturing you not moving it to the side. “Please…”

“Thought you didn't want us to fuck you yet?” Satoru is evil really, tongue flicking the shell of your ear, teeth grazing your earlobe, moans making you tremble along with Choso's mean flicks.

“I wish you wanted us too, got me leaking so much pre baby,” Choso makes you gasp at that, god when he talks like that you're always done for. “I have so much I could pump inside of you.”

“Evil men disguised as nerds,” your hips buck towards his face, hands tugging at his pigtails. “Cho please.”

“Please what?” Amethyst eyes are dilated – just a thin ring of color surrounding those pupils. Your breasts rise and fall, Satoru slips your shirt over your head, letting them spill free, slipping the collar right behind your neck so your shoulders are pressed back.

Choso almost cums just touching his cock, finally pulling your panties to the side, exposing your pretty cunt to his face. He moans softly, dying to watch your cunt stretch, seeing the strings of slick hanging and dissolving as he shoves them firmly aside, fingertips brushing against your slit.

“You want to study, remember? Need to focus, Choso don't lick her just yet.”

“Toru!”

“True, she needs to,” Choso licks your inner thigh, drinking the slick there and moaning, ignoring your needy little tugs. “What a shame, she looks like she wants to be licked.”

“You two, I swear,” You're throbbing around nothing, dying for more of those glossy lips on you. “Changed my mind.”

“Not yet, a little more studying right?” Satoru draws out his words, despite the fact that he's leaking against his boxers, pulsing spurts looking at your pretty face, your brows drawing together, teeth catching your lower lip.

“Toru… mnh…” he nips your neck, sharp teeth breaking delicate skin, humming softly, fingers trailing down the sides of your tits, leaving goosebumps all over your skin.

“Need you to answer another question, to pass that test yeah?” You would glare at your bratty boyfriend, but his teeth are sinking into your neck as Choso's are in your thigh. 

You nod quickly, swallowing, Choso flicks his tongue low, where the drips are pooling on your ass, licking from that hole to your other, drinking it all up. Your cunt clenches, clit just twitching, jumping for Choso's view, he smirks up at you, lips coated in your slick, exposing your clit to the air without giving her what she wants.

“Question, j-just ask it fuck,” you're looking all needy, all pretty spread for the two of them.

“What’s the formula for gravitational potential energy?”

Your mind goes blank. Formula? You can barely remember your own name right now. You shake your head, tears of frustration and pleasure welling in your eyes, Choso’s licking all around your cunt but not where you need.

“Come on, baby. You can do it,” Satoru urges, his hand stroking your hair. “It’s simple. Mass times… what?”

Choso takes pity on you, or maybe he’s just impatient to taste you fully, smiling just a bit before he leans down and sucks your clit into his mouth, flicking it quickly with his tongue, before pulling back with his lips quirked up. You gasp in pleasure, when Satoru pinches your nipple hard.

“Mass times gravity times h-height, f-fuck…”

Satoru smiled against your neck. “Perfect, you got an A plus, baby.”

That’s how you end up in a full nelson, with Satoru fucking his thick cock into you, feet propped right up in his well muscled thighs, he’s leaned on your bed while Choso is lavishing your clit. You’re whining out when Satoru pins you down, his cock just pulsing inside, pressed all the way to that puffy cervix, bruised from just a few mean strokes.

Choso leans up from your clit, mouth full of you, Satoru eagerly drinks the juices right off Choso’s lips, moaning when he spits it in his eager mouth. You’re left trembling, eagerly kissing Choso after Satoru pulls back, his hands on the back of your thighs, lifting you high while Choso’s fingers toy your clit.

“Perfect, fuck you’re so perfect angel,” Choso murmurs. “Taking his cock so good, aren’t you?”

“Mhm!” You’re nodding eagerly, so close it hurts, watching Choso strip in front of you and unable to touch him with how Satoru’s got you pinned against his chest. “Close, close!”

“Patience sweetheart,” Satoru kisses you messy, the lingering taste of cherry chapstick mixing with your own juices, saliva just dripping from your lips, when suddenly you’re just lifted up. “Hey!”

“My turn,” Choso pulls you off Satoru’s cock, putting you on your back and spreading your thighs. Satoru stands, your head is falling off the bed, perfect position to suck him, just how they like – to watch your throat and your tummy bulge with both of them. “God, look at how pretty you are.”

You flush from his sweet words, feeling Satoru caress your hair as he stands right behind you, Choso on his knees, fingers slipping against your hips. Satoru’s lining up his cock – already covered in you – right with your lips, gently pulling your head further back, hair hanging off the side of the mattress. He’s long and thick, flushed a deep pink at the tip – weeping pearly drops.

“Open up, princess,” he commands softly, tapping the head against your lips, smearing his pre-cum on them like a gloss. “That’s it, wider.”

You obey without hesitation, parting your lips eagerly, letting him guide his cock into your mouth, the weight of him on your tongue hot and warm. You moan, feeling your walls spasming from Choso’s fingers, shoved deep for just a moment, wrapping your lips around him, sucking gently, and he whimpers in a way that just ruins you.

At the same moment, you feel Choso line himself up at your entrance. He rubs the head of his cock through your slick folds, teasing your clit over and over, you would plead for him to just put it in, but your eyes are shut, throat getting fucked by your other boyfriend. You’re arching your hips, earning both of them chuckling – they may be sweet, but they also love to edge you.

“Look at that,” Choso says, seeing your throat bulging, before pressing against your tight hole. “God you’re still so tight, how?”

“Ngh!” Satoru pulls back just a bit, leaning down to spit in your open mouth, before shoving his cock back inside, right in time with Choso.

Choso pushes inside slowly, inch by thick inch, not like Satoru when he’d bottomed out in one go, no he teases you, the stretch from his girth so fucking good. It burns in the best way, a deep, satisfying ache as he fills you more and more, ever so slowly, Satoru going even deeper in that throat, until they’re bottomed out completely.

You moan around Satoru’s cock when Choso slams into your bruised cervix, the vibrations making him hiss. “Oh my… that, just like that, taking me like that.”

They fuck into you like that, slow and steady, until they deviously smile at each other, both pulling out, you go to whine at them, but Choso’s got you on all fours instead, pinning your hands behind your back. He kisses Satoru’s cock right off your lips, precum swapping, his cock gliding back in even deeper like this.

“I wanna see your pretty face,” he murmurs, brushing your hair back. “Go ahead, suck him, pretty. Lemme see.”

“Y-yes,” you kiss him once more, he presses your ass up, cock slipping back inside your greedy hole, Satoru’s lips are parted when you look at him like that, mouth open.

“Don’t even have to tell you, god you’re perfect,” his words are soft and reverent, even as his cock slaps your tongue, tip gliding against the roof of your mouth, Choso bottoming out again.

“Mnph!” You can’t make a coherent moan, not when your glasses are slipping off your nose, which is brushing soft white pubic hair, cock stretching your throat. Choso stills once he’s fully seated, his hips pressed against your ass.

“That’s it, angel, cunt is so perfect,” you’re lost between them, when Choso starts to really move, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in. The force of his thrusts start to push you further onto Satoru’s cock, back and forth taking them, feeling four hands all over your body.

Choso, gripping and smacking your ass, your hands clenching the soft blankets, while Satoru’s cupping your face, holding it in place to fuck faster, testing how much you can take. Satoru’s hand comes down to tangle in your hair, tugging at it so hard tears prick your eyes.

“Look at me,” he orders, voice husky – you lift your eyes, meeting his intense blue gaze, seeing his little smile, eyes getting lidded. “You’re taking us both so good. Such a good girl for us.”

“You are,” Choso shifts his angle as he talks softly, and his cock dragging against that spongy spot on your walls. Sounds of skin smacking and wet squelching start to echo in your dorm, mixed with their soft breathy moans, whispering your name.

Your back arching, you take more of Satoru’s cock, relaxing that throat even as your body clamps down on Choso’s girthy cock, earning his groan, his rhythm faltering for a moment. Both of them are gripping you, gasping out, Satoru’s already pulsing so much pre, slipping against your uvula with every thrust.

Choso spits right on the little puckered hole of your ass then, slipping a thick finger deep. You’re spasming, his balls smacking your little clit over and over until you shatter.

“Our smart girl, cummin’ for us?” Satoru whispers, pulling back and lifting your chin. “Want both of us inside you, baby?”

“Please,” you’re flipped again so easily you’re dizzy, Choso laying on his back, Satoru from behind, toying with your ass more while you ride Choso, hands on his chest, feeling his heart racing.

“Pretty, so pretty,” Choso murmurs, gripping your tits, Satoru wraps an arm around your waist, fingers plunging in. “Did you study enough?”

“Too much,” you mumble, they laugh softly, the stretch in your ass making you suck in a breath, already so full of Choso. “Toru!”

“Not yet,” he murmurs, spitting on his fingers and slipping two inside, rocking them up and down, while Choso just lets you sit on it, rocking his hips up to pummel your cervix with shallow little thrusts. “That eager, baby?”

“Mhm,” Satoru kisses you, his fingers pulling out, cock pressing and stretching her out, you’re so full you’re overwhelmed, gasping out and clamping down on them both.

“Fuck…” That’s both of them, Satoru’s easing in inch by inch, that burn so fucking good and intense your eyes roll back, Choso eyes the bulge in your tummy, hand pressing on it, moaning.

“Cho, Toru… ngh!” Sweat slicks your skin as they both fuck into you, Choso mean, deep thrusts, Satoru keeps it half in, gently moving between Choso’s spread thighs, the two of them alternating speed, having you cum all over them.

“Aw, you squirted for us,” Satoru chuckles, watching your gushing mess pool on Choso’s abdomen, he swipes it off, slipping two coated fingers between your lips, watching you suck. “Good job, pretty.”

You love your boyfriends, it’s all you can think as they work their cocks in and out of both your holes, their huge hands on your waist and hips, using you. Satoru’s toying with your clit, pinching it between two fingers and sliding his cock in deep. “Ah!”

“You can take us, can’t you?” Choso asks, turning your attention to him, cupping your face and slipping his thumb in your mouth, watching your fuck swollen folds stretch around him, groaning. “You like us using you, hmm? Like our pretty little toy?”

“Y-yes,” you’re rocking on them both, back and forth, tits jiggling, they each grab onto one, both starting to go faster. “Close, close!”

“Gonna cum again for us?” Satoru’s husky words are heard through ringing ears, losing all your last fucking braincells of coherent thought, all you can do is feel. “Answer me, be good baby.”

“Mhm, g-gonna cum – ah!” You’re shattering when they both shove fully inside, the thin little wall between their cocks and them rubbing against each other, your walls spasming. “Please lemme cum, please.”

“Of course, you were so good, took us like this? You can cum as much as you want,” Choso whispers, you’re done for, their tips hitting some spots that have you seeing white, gushing all over Choso’s cock, clamping down on Satoru’s. “Oh god…”

“F-fuck, s’tight, you’re tryna milk us,” Satoru’s breath is hot against your neck, picking you up and slamming you down on both cocks now, his hips snapping on the plush of your ass, so deep it hurts, but you can’t stop. “She wants all our cum, Choso.”

“I know, she’s such a good little toy, the prettiest,” he murmurs reverently, leaning up on his elbows, kissing your slack lips, letting Satoru move while he holds both your tits with just one hand, squishing them and eliciting another orgasm when his cock thickens. “Do you want our cum? Want us both to breed your holes?”

“Mhm, mhm,” you’re nodding in a jerky little motion, the two of them keep turning you to kiss them, until the three of you are just kissing, cumming together, Satoru’s load hot in your ass, Choso’s pulsing and warm in your cunt.

So much cum.

They’re whimpering, kissing so messy, fucking all those hot ropes of cum so deep, you’re a trembling mess when they come down, kissing all over you. Satoru your shoulders, your neck, Choso your nipples, your collarbones, your aftershocks spasming and milking them for even more.

“Laws of gravity,” Satoru murmurs, you giggle breathless, leaning your head back against his chest as his fingers stroke your cheek. “Can we defy them, smart girl?”

“What do you m-mean? I’m done studying,” you tease, Satoru pulls out then, moaning.

“Nope, it’s just fallin’ out of that little hole,” he murmurs. “What about her pussy, Choso?”

“Hmm let’s see,” he lifts you up, watching the milky cum fall in ropes down his length, swirling around and pooling in a sticky web against his black happy trail. He chuckles softly, toying with it. “Nope, it’s falling out of here too.”

“Well where do you want it to go, hmm?” You manage to ask, thighs wobbling, holes empty and sore. They flip you on your back, you gasp out, watching the two of them grinning as they lean over you, smirking and spreading your shaky legs. “Oh no, what are you up to?”

“You need to keep this cum in, sweetheart, tsk,” he shoves two fingers deep in your cunt, right in Choso’s cum, and Choso’s thumb circles your rim, slipping his thumb and pushing Satoru’s cum deep back in. “Look you’re so messy, our girl took so much for us.”

“She did, she’s so perfect for us,” Choso eases his thumb out, Satoru does the same, before he’s down there and lapping Choso’s milky seed right from your hole, Choso moans at the sight, his hand entangling in Satoru’s white locks, pressing his face even closer. Satoru moans, cock pressing against the mattress, drinking the salty and sweet mix of you both.

“I c-can’t do more,” you whine out then, but Satoru’s tongue is shoving Choso’s cum right back in, Choso’s leaning over you, kissing your lips, you cling tightly to his black locks, arching desperately.

“You can take more, pretty girl, you’re so good, isn’t she Toru?” Satoru leans up, white and gossamer coating his lips, smiling up at you.

“You’re so good, we just love your cute little cunt like this,” he leans up, swapping cum on your tongue, you eagerly kiss him back, you feel Choso licking your other hole, where Satoru’s white is dripping out, you gasp out at the sensation. “We will put so much in you, so much you’ll drip it during that test.”

“Then you’ll pay us more attention,” Choso looks up at you, as Satoru pulls back, a string of saliva between you both. “Won’t you?”

this one was so cuuute help I need them!