myren ❤︎

he was way too possessive of you, among other things. it was something you sort of liked at first, made you feel special, wanted. but after the first time you woke up to 103 missed calls after a small girls night the idea that it might not be such an appealing quality started to circle in your head.

suguru knew how to use his words to his advantage—same goes for his dick. every argument somehow ended up with you too fucked out to remember what it was about in the first place.

gradually those carefully thought out words of his started to lose their effect on you and that's it, it was over.

the breakup was extremely messy, you not only had to get 3 new numbers but a new phone too, turns out when he said he'd try anything to get you back he meant it.

surprisingly the sole reason you didn't end up going back to him was your mutual friend shoko. she helped him minimise his 'crazy' and you not to answer any of those calls.

she's a great friend to all of you, you cherish her, deeply. except right now you aren't the least bit thankful for her.

"what do you mean he's coming?! COULD'VE TOLD ME THAT BEFORE I SPENT AN ENTIRE PAYCHECK ON THE TICKETS!" you stand in her apartment with your jaw on the floor.

she chuckles, "cmon, it's not as big of deal as you think, you two should be able to function like normal people—it's been months, i'm sure he's over it."

"really shoko? really? you told me a few weeks ago that you had to stop him from leaving flowers at my door. he seems so over it." you throw your hands up, displeased with her downright shocking attempt to calm your nerves.

while trying to hold back a laugh from how annoyed you are she defends herself, "hey, i didn't know he was coming until today, and technically i had no part in this—should take it up with satoru. he's the one that invited him in the first place."

somehow her argument manages to knock some sense into you.

you realise that you won't get anywhere bickering with her and you most certainly won't get anywhere bickering with satoru, he'll just make the excuse that he should be able to have his best friend there if shoko has hers.

maybe she is making sense.. you two can function properly around eachother, right?

wrong.

you've had a gruesome morning. constant anxiety from not just the overall stress of having to navigate your way through the airport, but your 'unfortunate predicament' on top of that.

that unfortunate predicament of yours is right behind you, queuing to get his passport checked—his big broad body that you'd love to curl up against for some comfort in this moment is mere inches away from yours.

you can be normal about this, you can totally be normal about this. the way you haven't said a single word since him and satoru met you two at the gate is incredibly normal.

shoko places a hand on your shoulder and whispers, "should calm down before someone sees you and thinks you're carrying a bomb in that backpack."

"i'm perfectly calm." you respond, your throat feeling like it was made out of glass.

"sure you are."

and suguru might be better at appearing composed on the outside, but his head is still full of you, you, and you.

it took everything he had in him to throw away the idea of slinging you over his shoulder and simply taking you home with him.

even if he was able to put the past aside, the smell of your perfume is a constant reminder of what he once had. that perfume was a gift to you for your birthday, gave it to you not too long before you separated.

a memory of you saying that you would 'save it for special occasions' replays in his head, making him wonder if, a — you consider this a special occasion,

b — you simply don't cherish it as much anymore,

or c — you wore it to mess with him. knowing you, all 3 seem plausible.

knowing you, all 3 seem plausible.

all four of you stand in complete silence, your other two friends keep quiet because they don't want to make anything more awkward than it already is, while you and suguru's heads are too occupied with one another to consider speaking.

by some miracle both of you manage to keep yourselves calm and collected enough to make it onto the plane.

even with your phone and boarding pass in your hand you've been repeating '32A' in your head since you walked out onto the runway—because adding another awkward situation like mixing up your seat to the day might tip you off over the edge.

"32A.. 32A.. 32A" you mutter to yourself as you walk down the aisle, head up and eyes glued to the overhead compartments.

and upon finally reaching it you find a worse outcome than getting it mixed up waiting for you in the middle seat.

suguru gives you a cheeky smile, "can lay your legs on me if you're planning on sleeping through the flight." he offers, patting his thighs.

you sigh, "i can't believe this." and put your head in your hands, trying to come to terms with the fact that this truly is your reality.

if it didn't mean anything, you'd accept his proposal in a heartbeat.. but it does, and there's no way you're letting him win whatever game he's playing with you.

you haul your heavy backpack up into the overhead bin and squish yourself into the small gap between his legs and the seat in front of him, all while he stares up at you, wishing he still had the right to place his hands on your hips and guide you.

"excited?" he asks, using the simple question as an opportunity to get a good look at your face. he wonders if anything is different from how he remembers it.

have you changed the way you do your makeup? did you switch the colour of your jewelry? are there any hickeys on your neck?

"mm. would be more excited if plans hadn't changed." you reply, staring off into space not noticing that he's ogling you.

he finds your attitude amusing, "you're not the slightest bit happy to see me?" suguru always loved to push your buttons, some things never change.

you're saved by the pilot's voice coming in over the speakers, the usual spiel follows—advertisements for the airline food, safety instructions, what do to in case of emergency, etc.

the weight of the day starts catching up to you after takeoff. without even realising it your eyes shut, neck relaxes, and you drift off to sleep.

you wake up to warmth and an unusual amount of comfort for someone sitting in economy.. and you don't remember brining any kind of pillow with you.

still half awake and dazed, you stretch your back—your face nuzzling further into the soft cotton you were sleeping on top of.

"e-hm." suguru clears his throat.

the scream that you barely manged to hold in would have been loud enough to alert the whole plane if you hadn't of slapped your hands over your gaping mouth.

you immediately lift yourself off of him—in fact you push yourself as far away from him as you possibly can, still gawking at him with the most horrified expression on your face.

"don't look at me like that, you're the one who fell asleep on me." he remarks, "my shoulder's numb because of you."

"what, you want me to kiss it better?" you retort, annoyed with yourself and of course, taking it out on him.

"wouldn't hurt."

from the corner of your eye you spot the elderly woman in the aisle seat leaning over, looking like she's about to tell you off.

"y'know, you two are such a beautiful couple. you should really enjoy your youth together instead of bickering with eachother." she laughs.

you begin to correct her, "oh, we're not—"

suguru cuts you off—he loves to do that. "thank you." he tells her, and then turns to you, "keep this nice woman's words in mind, she knows what she's talking about."

this is going to be a long, long 7 days.

"WOOOOOHOOOO!" satoru's the first to get into the villa you rented for the trip, he dropped his suitcase at the door and is now running around the entire thing getting first dibs on a bedroom.

and he's right to admire it.. in his own way.

it is beautiful, breathtakingly so. the gates are carved entirely out of wood, the walkway into it has so much greenery and so many flowers that it looks like something out of a movie, and the large window inside of it has a beach view.

maybe it was worth the treacherous uphill walk to it.

a real shame you don't get to look at it for long, thanks to no other than a certain someone who's already inspected every square inch of the place and is also somehow already in swim shorts and a hawaiian shirt.

satoru points one finger at you and one finger at shoko, "please please don't take forever getting ready, i'll leave without you guys, y'know?"

"we aren't stopping you." you remind him while digging through your suitcase, looking for some flip flops to change into.

shoko nods in agreement, "plus, i want to head down to one of those tiny shops we saw on the way. cigarette's are supposed to be super cheap over here."

he rolls his eyes and focuses all of his attention on you, "i don't feel bad for inviting suguru now." the most childish comment in the most childish tone comes from the most childish man you've ever met.

followed by what looks like a grown man storming off like a child. "SUGURUu! are you ready yet?!" you hear his voice grow more distant as he runs up the stairs.

you and shoko shake your heads, a few seconds of silence passing before she raises a question.

"how're you feeling about him being here anyway?" she asks, an entirely new look on her face this time.

"i don't know, it's awkward—obviously.. i do kind of miss—"

"knew it." she playfully slaps your arm, clearly proud of herself for simply recognising the obvious.

"huh?" you blurt out.

"sit on the thought for a few days longer, see if you're just deluded by the hot sun and perfectly blue water."

shoko has given you good advice time and time again, so of course you'll take it—doesn't mean it won't be hard though.

extremely hard.

that's what you'd be if you had a dick between your legs right now.

suguru's all sweaty, somehow his perfect hair hasn't suffered any consequences from the humidity—you don't know why you find that hot, but you do, and the way his arms look when he's.. well, doing anything with the volleyball currently in his hands, it makes you melt.

he can feel you staring. he's terribly losing because of the fact, groaning and grunting every time the ball slips just out of reach of his hands which isn't making it any easier for you to remember shoko's words.

satoru pulls you away from your thoughts by calling out your name and beginning to shame suguru for his horrifying volleyball skills,

"suguru sucks! it's impossible to play with him when you're as good as me. do us both a favour and help him out, will you?"

"i'm busy." you whine.

"busy relaxing?" he stares at you, blank faced.

"yeah? oo—reminds me i need to put sunscreen on." you say, more so to yourself than to him.

suguru's head darts to you. then to satoru.

satoru moves his eyebrows up and down, giving suguru a knowing look. "SUGURU CAN DO IT FOR YOU!" he shouts teasingly.

shoko sighs, "grow up."

you mull it over in your head for a few seconds, surprisingly settling on agreeing to the nonsense satoru suggested. "go on." you say, a hint of reluctance in your voice.

suguru immediately drops the ball in his hands, it falling onto the sand and starting to roll away in the direction of the wind.

the two of them knew exactly what they were doing, yet they're still equally shocked with your decision.

"only because you give good massages." you preface, pointing a finger at suguru who's now walking over to you with a huge smile on his face.

"only because i give good massages." he reiterates, pulling the sunscreen out of your beach bag.

shoko's head falls between her legs at the sight of the two of you, "i can't watch this." she mutters to herself.

you flip over onto your back while suguru squirts some sunscreen onto his hands, rubbing them to warm it up.

his eyes travel down your body as he does so, eyes glued to the thin string on your bikini bottoms—thoughts cross his mind about how easy it'd be to simply yank it.

unfortunately for him that isn't on the table.

cold palms hit your back, goosebumps forming on your arms at the sudden contrast in temperature, yet you quickly begin to relax as he starts working it into your skin.

his thumbs move in circular motions, hitting all the right spots—reminds you of something.

suguru's taking his sweet time with you, taking in the feeling of your warm skin meeting his again for the first time in months.

running his hands slowly up and down your back, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he watches how the skin moves beneath his finger tips.

those large hands of his reach your shoulders—you've clearly been holding tension in them, because the second he begins to knead them a mewl-like noise escapes you.

"yeah.. right there.. few seconds longer.." you plead, your voice breathy—oblivious to how seductive you sound to him.

"yeah? you like that?" he asks, his tone the same one he had used countless times when making you feel good in a different way.

"mhmm.."

it's silent except for the hum of the sea in the distance, which makes him look up, searching for satoru and shoko.

for a split second he thinks they've ran away from the two of you—which they have, but not as far as he originally thought.

he spots them splashing water at eachother in the ocean, shoko being visibly more annoyed than satoru is.

you feel him gliding his hands away from your shoulders down to an inch above your bikini, "careful."

in the past, there has been many times in which suguru has shown you that warnings directed at him mean little to nothing in his eyes.

but he’s on his best behaviour these days, trying to win you back.

the warm sun is acting as a blanket, suguru's above you giving you a massage you oh so desperately needed.

you originally had thought this whole thing would’ve been a shitshow, but you’re at peace.

until an angry shoko removes all tranquillity from your current state, the sound of her sharp tongue invading your ears, "one condition. i gave him one condition."

"what, what's wrong?" you ask before opening your eyes, in the process of lifting yourself up to get a look at what's going on with your best friend.

she clicks her tongue, "what's wrong she says.."

she stands in front of the two of you, completely drenched. water droplets falling from all over her body, hair fully soaked, and a very, very unamused look on her face.

it makes you and suguru burst out into laughter.

the uncontrollable kind where you're gasping for air as tears well up in your eyes, the kind that goes on so long that you're wheezing by the end of it.

shoko remains still and straight faced, her arms crossed as she watches the two of you find enjoyment in making a mockery of her.

"mm, laugh. get it all out cause we'll be leaving soon, i have to scrub my hair before we go clubbing. i'm not getting any women looking like this."

her words only do more damage, your body falls back onto your towel and suguru's holding his gut to try and stop cackling at poor shoko.

even through blurry vision suguru spots satoru laying starfish-posed in the sea with his eyes closed, letting the current drag him where-ever.

he grabs your arm and shakes you, pointing to where satoru's floating.

you think you're going to die at this rate, it shouldn't be this funny—but to see both of your friends looking like dumbasses gives you a boost of serotonin like nothing else.

eventually both of you manage to calm down, refusing to make eye contact with shoko nor dare to look in satoru's direction until you catch your breath.

all four of you slowly begin to make your way back from the beach, it doesn't take long for shoko to forgive satoru once he offers to piggyback her up the hill leading to the villa.

lightbulbs go off in suguru's head upon seeing shoko so peaceful wrapped around satoru's back.

he comes to an abrupt stop right before you all reach the hill, kneeling down and looking at you. "get on my shoulders."

there wasn't any way he'd let you say no and theres no way you were going to in the first place.

you waste no time and quickly place your thighs at each side of his neck and he gets back on his feet without any difficulty, as if you weigh nothing.

"REMEMBER, HOT SUN AND PERFECTLY BLUE WATER!" shoko shouts down at you from further uphill.

you wonder how much he benches… bet he looks even better at the gym.

you've picked out a gorgeous little black dress, very little, it hugs your body in all the right places, so who cares if your asscheeks come out at some point?

not you, but suguru sure does.

he spots you—and the black panties you're wearing underneath it as your heels click down the stairs.

satoru begins to start his usual whining, "finally, the driver's been-"

but is interrupted by suguru speaking over him, "what are you wearing?" there's a disapproving look on his face, he knows you look good. too good.

you can tell he's planning on picking a fight with you by the way the words fall out of his mouth. "a dress?" you scowl at him.

"a dress." he repeats in a condescending tone.

"you think you can go and do whatever you please since we broke up." he sighs, shaking his head. "this is what you did for those months i wasn't here, huh? went around letting men ogle you?"

he keeps blabbing on and on, it's always like this. it never ends with him.

a couple words is all it took to change your mood completely. you were so, so excited to go out in your new dress to an entirely new place—just to end up pissed off, storming out and slamming the taxi door.

you plop yourself in the front seat so there wouldn't be the slightest chance you'll be forced next to him. whether it's petty or not, you don't even want to see his silhouette from the corner of your eye.

on the drive over he's once again all that's on your mind. you don't notice the deafening silence in the car, the beautiful stars in the sky, nor the strong smell of cologne in the air.

you're equally as pissed of at yourself as you are at him.

cursing yourself for being so stupid, for letting yourself have the slightest belief that he could have grown and changed because what, he's been trying to court you the whole day?

shoko was right, shoko's always right.

the second the car stops you swing the door open and practically sprint to the bar, walking ahead of everyone else.

you walk right up to the bartender, order 3 shots and guzzle them down before your friends have found where you've ran off to.

"slow down." satoru says jokingly, trying to lighten the mood.

it doesn't work out in his favour.

you know you're being a buzzkill, but there's not an atom inside of you that wants to laugh nor smile right now. all you're interested in is drowning your sorrows in cheap vodka.

you don't move, don't react, staying as still as you were before he had came up to you—as if he hadn't said anything in the first place.

unbeknownst to you, shoko's looking at suguru like she wants to wring his neck. he's her friend, of course—but that doesn't mean she isn't contemplating throwing a drink in his face for how he's acted.

she signals the bartender for another round, and another. a few more and you stop counting. you drink them all as soon as they hit the table.

it doesn't help, not in the slightest. the music's only grown louder and more annoying, you're suddenly painfully aware of how uncomfortable the bar seats are, and you just feel like shit overall.

throwing your elbow down onto the table, you let your head fall into the palm of your hands.

suguru and satoru are talking a few seats down, while shoko's been whisked away by possibly the hottest woman you've ever seen in your life.

someone's already ruined your night—your whole trip for that matter, so you decide to do the complete opposite of what suguru's done for you.

you get back up on your feet, heading for the bathroom to prevent yourself from burdening anyone else with your sour mood.

you don't know how long you sit there for, long enough for you to overhear 3 separate instances of a woman crying at the sink with nearly the whole bathroom comforting her.

minutes go by where not a single thought appears in your head, and minutes go by where your heads full of them.

the cycle only breaks when you hear what sounds like your name being called. unsure if you're just deluded with the alcohol in your system, you wait to see if it happens again.

BANG BANG BANG!

the stall beside you shakes.

BANG BANG BANG!

now its yours.

you reach over and click the lock open, finding shoko a second away from banging on another girl's stall.

"there you are." she breathes out a sigh of relief, "i called for you."

you hold the door open, "not the quietest place in here if you didn't notice." you say, a small smile appearing on your face.

she skips the whole spiel she'd usually give you in times like these and gets straight to the point. "forget about him, he's a dick. let's go dance."

"its alright, you should go back to that girl i assume is waiting for you at the bar." you tell her, still reluctant to burden anyone else with your problems.

shoko's smile grows wider, "you seen? isn't she the epitome of my type?!"

"oh i seen." you nod at her with a smirk. "can i ask you for one thing though?"

"anything." she replies instantly. "what is it?"

"a cigarette."

after digging around in her bag for a few seconds she pulls out the pack and hands one to you. "gave you my lucky one."

"thanks, i owe you." you say, grabbing a hold of it by the end.

she chuckles, "shut up." you've been friends long enough to have abandoned the concept of being indebted to one another.

heading out of the bathroom the both of you go your separate routes, she heads for the bar and you turn into the smoking area outside.

you find a spot that isn't too crowded and lean against a brick wall, putting the cigarette in your mouth and abruptly come to the realisation that you never asked her for a lighter to go with it.

"fuuuuck me." you groan, scanning the area looking for someone approachable.

doesn't take you long, the section is full of smokers after all. your eyes land on a blonde, lanky man who's standing alone, not too far from you.

"hi, uh—sorry, you got a lighter i can use?"

"i do." he pauses, "in exchange for your name."

while you're telling him your name, laughing, giggling as the fire from the lighter casts an orange glow on your face, suguru's just walked in.

he doesn't notice you at first, just stands and enjoys about a quarter of his cigarette before recognising your laugh.

his head shoots up, looking all over the place until he spots you.

with a mans hand on your hip.

suguru taps out his cigarette— calm as ever, and walks up to you and your newfound friend.

you're making small talk with him when all of a sudden there's a heavy arm on your shoulder, resting against your collarbones.

whipping your head around, you find the one man you didn't want it to be.

"who's this? you replacing me now?" suguru snickers, looking the guy up and down.

the man in front of you is tall, yes—not as tall as suguru though, and definitely not as built as him either.

so, by no one's surprise, he begins to freak out. "o-oh, i'm sorry." he croaks, the sultry tone in his voice that he was using with you completely gone. "didn't know she was with you.. again, s-so sorry."

suguru watches him scurry off, a look of satisfaction etched onto his face. if he hadn't been so easily influenced, the situation would've gone a completely different direction.

a long sigh leaves you. "i'm not even going to argue with you, i don't have the patience for it, suguru." you turn your head away from him, too exhausted at this point to bother.

he seems to ignore you, "what did i tell you about these anyway?" in a flash, he snatches the lit cigarette between your fingers and puts it in his mouth.

if you weren't so tired of bickering with him, you would've commented on the irony of it all. how he's scolding you for smoking just to go and do the same thing.

"sure. take it, i'm leaving anyway." with that you try to nudge his arm off of you, it doesn't move an inch.

you take another deep breath.

a loud noise comes from further behind you, so loud that everyone in the smoking area turns to look.

"pfff.." satoru steadys himself against the door that he had used his entire body weight to swing open, "MTHERE YOU GUYS ARE!" he shouts, his speech slurred.

suguru finally tears his hand from you to go and tend to satoru, who's had more than he can handle.

the rage you've been holding in gets the better of you, "yeah, you go and take care of him. i don't need anymore problems." making one last snarky comment towards him as you begin to walk off.

he hisses, "hey, no—wait!"

thinking on his feet, he grabs satoru by the collar and starts following you out, pushing past people who's faces he can't make out. they're all blurry except for you.

a drunk and dazed satoru somehow catches shoko's face in the crowd. "I THINK WE'RE LEAVING!"

she gives the three of you a dissatisfied look and simply turns back to the woman she was talking to before he had interrupted, as if nothing had ever happened.

seems she's as tired of all this as you are.

looking back, you notice satoru being dragged across the sticky club floor first, and then suguru. "will you ever leave me alone?!" you spit at him, louder than you intended.

in an instant you feel 50 pairs of eyes land on you, only heightening your anger.

this is exactly what you didn't want. you didn't want to cause a scene, you didn't want to lash out and you didn't want him anywhere near you.

"calm down will you? lets talk." he's still using that slightly aggressive tone with you, which isn't helping him out one bit.

you speed up again, turning your head back to look him in the eye as you push open the doors to the outside, "i've BEEN calm, and that clearly wasn't enough—"

THUMP!

those goddamn heels.

as if loudly arguing with your ex boyfriend in a club wasn't embarrassing enough, you've now practically flown out of the place. twisting your ankle and landing on your side.

tears well up in your eyes—not because of the pain, but because you're so overwhelmed you don't know what to do with yourself anymore.

suguru can piece two and two together even though he didn't see the fall—unlike satoru, who's wondering why you're on the ground.

thankfully he doesn't make it worse by saying anything stupid.

suguru sets him down and runs over to check on you, kneeling down by your side. "are you okay? where are you hurt? show me."

"i—" sniff "—don't need your help."

"you do. look at you, you're crying." he gently cradles your face in his hands, wiping away the tears spilling from your eyes.

"cause of you." you say with a shaky voice.

then, and only then does it click for him.

he falls silent. realising it is his fault, everything that has happened, happened because of him. the anxiety, the loss of confidence, the anger, the hurt, the tears, he is the only one responsible.

"i…" he trails off, choosing not to finish his sentence. "will you please, at least let me get you up off of the ground." he says softly.

you try and go against him, attempting to do it all on your own. it doesn't work. your ankle is fine for the most part, but you have no willpower.

"please." he breathes, watching you struggle.

"okay."

he helps you get on your feet first, steadying your back and putting one of his hands in yours.

once you've stopped wobbling he bends down, wraps a hand around the back of your knees and picks you up bridal-style.

you're shocked when your feet start to raise from the ground, but you don't protest. you let him carry you as he tries to hail down a taxi, finding a speck of comfort in how he's holding you so lovingly.

one eventually stops for him, he calls satoru over and tells him to get in the front seat but he's barely awake. suguru again, has to drag him by the collar while still holding you on one arm.

he'll be fine. suguru hasn't seen even a bruise on him in the entire 10+ years that they've known eachother.

still carrying you, he gets in the back and sets you down on his lap, your back against the window and your legs propped up on the seats. his arm acts as a cushion for your back so the car door's hard interior wont cause you any discomfort.

he gives the driver the address, then hands him a large bill—paying upfront.

it's quiet for a while, not like before though. it's not awkward this time, not for you and not for him, you're more so just existing together.

"i'm sorry."

it comes out of nowhere, yet you don't feel anything upon hearing his apology. he's never been one to give them out—an even bigger reason as to why you should feel something, but you're just.. content with it.

"thank you." you answer, meeting his eyes.

"i mean it."

"i know."

…

"i don't mean to be so.. bad to you."

although you don't necessarily 'agree' with his statement, you hum to let him know you're listening.

the words he wants to say are slowly coming together in his head, "i'd say i'm acting this way because i miss you, but i always have, haven't i? even when we were together."

your brain wants to tell him he's right, tell him that he's always been like this and he always will be—but your heart wants to hear him out.

"i thought i'd be able to change. maybe i did, and maybe when i saw you again all the work i put in went out the window." you can see it in his face, that he's telling you how he really feels.

he's never been very good at that, always preferring to bend the truth to benefit himself rather than be transparent.

at least he's improved on one thing.

you clear your throat, "i missed you too, in case you didn't catch it. i know it doesn't look much like it."

giving you a warm smile, he cups the side of your face with his free hand and leans in closer.

"suguru.. we shouldn't." you whisper, your body contradicting your words, unconsciously moving closer to him with your eyes fixated on his lips.

"that doesn't mean we can't." his cold fingers move down to rest against your chin, gently tilting it up.

you chuckle at his reasoning, "you're such a—" your sentence was cut short by his lips connecting with yours. they meet for only a second—testing the waters with a simple peck.

another, longer one follows. by the time he pulls away you know this won't end with just a kiss.

it doesn't.

when suguru successfully gets satoru into the ginormous bed he had picked out, the moment the door clicks behind him you're against the wall opposite it in seconds.

his knee is between your legs, pushing up against your throbbing cunt as his tongue slips between the seam of your lips.

through your soaked panties your clit grinds against his thigh, you try to hoist yourself up further for more stimulation—but there's only so much you can do with wobbly knees.

even with his eyes closed he notices, of course he does—he knows the ins and outs of your body.

grabbing onto your hips and slightly bending his knee, he helps you move further up whilst following your own chosen rhythm.

it gives you some relief, however it's not long before you're whining against his lips. it still isn't enough for you, you're trying to tell him to just fuck you already without actually saying it.

upon hearing your plea he breaks the kiss, a string of spit still connecting the two of you. "which way?"using as few words as possible to help him catch his breath, he asks where your room is.

"the one by the window." you say, a faint smirk playing at the corners of your lips.

in an instant, you're scooped up. legs wrapped around his hips as he kisses the side of your neck—thanking your past self for choosing one of the rooms downstairs.

he carefully sets you down on the bed and begins fumbling with his belt, not treating it with the same care. the same goes for the expensive shirt he was wearing, in his rush to take it off the threads break and snap.

you only get wetter at the sight, seeing how desperate he is to get back to pleasing you as soon as possible has your thighs squeezing together.

because the little black dress slipped off so easily, you're left sitting on the edge of the bed in only your panties looking up and watching suguru remove what's left of his clothes.

by the time he's stripped down to only his boxers you've grown very impatient and decide to beckon him over, "sugu, come here already."

the nickname is one he hasn't heard in a long long time, he swears his dick grows harder from just hearing you say it again.

hooking your fingers into the elastic, you slide them down an inch or two to free his cock. it springs out of his boxers, laying flat against his stomach for a second before gravity forces the heavy weight down.

it's just as pretty as you remember it. long, curved, a vein going from base to tip—one you bend down to trace with your tongue, having missed the feeling of it pulsing in your mouth.

at the feeling of the wet muscle making contact with his pulsing cock he takes in a sharp breath, "save that for later." he hisses.

you pout, "i can't just have a taste?"

"you'll get one—every night up until we're on the plane home." he assures you, a large grin plastered on his face.

suguru's been fantasising about having sex on the beach for lunch and stuffing your throat full of his cock for dinner since you met in the airport.

looking down at you with low eyes, he pushes his boxers all the way down, letting them pool at his feet.

then, slowly, he pinches the lace of your panties and guides you to lay back by lifting one of your legs.

the fabric is carefully slid down your lower body and quickly discarded somewhere behind him.

taking your other leg in his hand, with his hands placed on the back of your knees he spreads them even further apart and coats his cock in your arousal, "this.. from some kissing? oh doll, you should've came to me sooner." he teases.

"suguruu, plea—" your breath catches in your throat as you feel him push into you.

he's not even halfway in yet and is already starting to blab about how much he's missed you,

"got no idea how many nights i dreamt of this. was hell always waking up without you, not having the power to make it real."

with every thrust he pushes his cock further and further inside you, until you've taken him all the way to the base.

instinctively, your legs try and fight against his hold on you—attempting to close, yet it only leads to him pushing them further apart.

"did you forget already? no running, no writhing, none of that."

the obsession he had over control didn't stop inside the bedroom, if anything it grew.

you don't know how to feel about the fact that it hasn't changed, but you're not in a position to say anything even if you had a problem with it.

not when he's hitting that spot inside of you juuust right—long, deep, sometimes upward strokes.

you swear he must be doing it on purpose, how could you not writhe when every roll of his hips sends a wave of pleasure through you?

all hope isn't lost for you, because the one thing you are allowed to do is moan.

"a-ahh! sugu..!"

"waaaitt.. not so—ngh—fa-haast..!"

"F--FUUCCCK!!"

you moan his ear off, as usual, but that last one might've been a little too loud.. "shhh, you want satoru to wake up and find out what a dirty girl you are?"

for some reason that's entirely unknown to you, those words have you feeling butterflies in your stomach, your walls tightening around his cock.

"oh?" he chuckles, "you like that? guess we should wake him up for you then.." reeling his hips all the way back, suguru's got the most conniving look on his face.

"S-SHIIT!" you wail at the force he slammed his cock back into you with. "nononono.. haaah.. didn't—"

"didn't what? didn't mean it?" his thrusts are now much faster than they were before, causing you to become a babbling mess underneath him.

"i'll even add in another sense for him next time, he can watch, ngh—you want that too?"

"n-no! j-just you, onlyy yyou!" it's getting to be too much now, your eyes roll to the back of your head as his pace doesn't stutter once.

"suguru slow—nhhhnmm—down! i'm gonna, gonna cum.." a breathless plea leaves your lips—one he doesn't listen to.

he keeps bullying his cock into your gushing pussy over and over, until you break. you cum with a loud guttural moan, clamping down on him.

"d-don't do that." he tilts his head back, his adams apple bobbing in his throat while continuing to drive his hips into you.

the fact that he hasn't stopped means you haven't either, your pussy flutters around his cock—sending him over the edge and filling your cunt up with his cum.

even as he begins to still, he stays buried inside you. "oh, i love you." he says breathlessly.

"mmnn.. love you too.."

shoko wakes up to satoru shaking her, and if that wasn't enough she's hit with a blinding headache and an overwhelming feeling of nausea only a few seconds later. "jeez.. stop.. im up.." she croaks. "i only got back like 3 hours ago.."

" i wiiin." he says in a sing-song voice.

"what do you mean you win?.. whaat.." she says, her voice raspy from the incredibly dry throat she's suffering with.

"suguru didn't come to bed last night."

"okaay? why're you talking about him like he's your wife?" her head not only hurts from her hangover but the extremely vague things satoru is telling her.

he pouts, "were you hit by a truck on the way home? 50. now."

"ohhh. that." she pauses, collecting her thoughts. "seriously? we've only been here like.. just over 24 hours."

"yeah, and i said 36. whoevers closest wins. you overestimate how good the advice you give her is, y'know."

a/n : if u havent seen the post i made on it im back in contact (after a whole year) with my ex bc of this fic LMFAOOOOO … its really not funny though i hate him

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Horny!Gojo murmurs into your ear, "All I wanna do is make you finish over and over again." desperation and conviction in his voice. He really just wanted to fuck you into bliss, have you dumb on his fat cock, have you squirming and whimpering and going feral for him.

Horny!Gojo pins you down like a beast but also pounds into you like he's the bitch in heat. "Oh my god oh my god yes yes yes fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckkkk that pussy's so fuckin' gooooodddd" he's a mess, just swearing and moaning like a broken record.

Horny!Gojo almost sobs your name into your mouth when he cums, draining every drop of cum that he's worked up for you in the past hour.

Horny!Gojo turns his creampies into whipped cream with his thrusts, smacking his hips so hard into you that you feel his balls slap against your ass. They're so heavy and full, makes you think that if you weren't on birth control you'd definitely get knocked up with just one of his fat nuts.

Horny!Gojo goes round after round, becoming a melting sweaty mess of a man and feeling his muscles tire out. He pins you to the bed with his whole weight, and gives you his all just to show off a little.

Horny!Gojo has such a strained but enthusiastic voice after fucking you into next year with his dick. "Wow... that pussy's so fucking creamy." he grins toothily. A sweat drop beads off his cheek. His bangs are stuck messily to his forehead, some brushed to the side.

Horny!Gojo is insatiable, he calls you long after the party, over and over, shows up at your door and relishes in how his horniness rubs off on you. He's always a giggly mess in bed with you.

Horny!Gojo needs you so bad some days that he comes to you straight after his workout at the gym, no shower just sweaty gym boy abs, and fucks you as a way to "push his limits" for like three hours.

Horny!Gojo needs to cum everywhere he can. It's like he has a cumshot checklist. Thighs? Yes. Tummy? Yes. Ass? Yes. Chest? Yes. Face? Yes. Pussylips? Yes. Hands? Yes. In your panties? Yes.

Horny!Gojo is so fucking cute when he kisses you after sex, nuzzling your neck like a cat and telling you how good you treat him with that five star pussy.

Horny!Gojo jerks himself alone when you can't come over :( always to you, of course. Sexts like a menace. He's a bit too good at it.

Horny!Gojo gets so pussy drunk sometimes that he begs you to become his wife. His dick feels so raw and sensitive but he keeps squeezing it into that tight hole of yours.

Horny!Gojo is obsessed with you, mind body and soul. Just the sight of you and sound of you makes his dick stand up. And then he's whisking you off your feet and frantically throwing you onto the bed, and you're giggling at your horny boyfriend— oh... when did that happen? Hm. Well now he's your boyfriend.

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They still remembered the day that you moved in. It was a sunny Tuesday in the middle of the summer, the gentle breeze flowing into their townhouse while they sat shoulder to shoulder on the couch playing Fifa. The sounds of car doors shutting and the roll of suitcase wheels on the concrete sidewalk got Satoru’s attention. He pauses the game, and Suguru groans. The lanky young man trips over himself to lean over his best friend and roommate on the couch, peering out of the window. 

“Stop being so nosy and I was beating you.” The other man sighed, moving his long dark hair to his other shoulder so his companion didn’t lay on it. 

Gojo huffs in defense of himself, keeping his bespectacled eyes trained outside. Finally he sees you. You walk back to the sleek Cadillac in the shortest yellow polka dotted sundress in existence, cute white pumps elongating your bare legs even more so. He was drooling and he hadn’t even seen your face. “There’s a babe moving in!” He rejoices, maybe a bit too loud through the open frame.

 Suguru leans over to pull his mouthy friend out of the window, but you too, piqued his interest. The dress was tight, hugging every curve and accentuating your large bust and wide hips. You don’t notice them watching, too busy pulling boxes out of the trunk and setting them on the sidewalk for you to carry in. Satoru wonders what you do for a living. These were expensive townhouses, the two college students only lived there on the account of him being a trust fund baby. 

The more built of the two shoved the other male off his lap, but the lanky man saved himself from falling to the floor. “We should go help her, she shouldn’t carry all that herself.” Suguru suggests like the sweetheart he is. Satoru hums mischievously at the idea. 

“What a great idea, I’m sure the babe will be relieved to have two strong young men living so close!” He grins, elbowing his partner-in-crime. 

“Y/N, are you done yet?” A foreign voice thunders, the sound of dress shoes clack back out to the car, grabbing their attention. Soon a man in a suit comes into view, folding his arms at you. 

You sigh softly and paint your smile on. “Almost, dear. This one’s a bit heavy.” 

“Well you packed it all in there, so whose fault is that?” Your husband chuckles, though he’s not kidding. Satoru Gojo’s nose scrunches up.

“Blegh, he’s an asshole.” He sneered. 

This time, Suguru Geto had to concede to his best friend, the way the man spoke to you was awful, and he was making you carry everything? Disgusting, “Agreed.” 

Satoru gently slapped the other’s chest. “Then let’s go help the babe.” He said excitedly, to which his friend chuckled and shook his head at his eagerness, though he can’t wait to introduce himself to you. The two get up from the couch and slip into their shoes, beginning their descent down the lavish stone steps. He feels a pang of guilt, you’re clearly in a relationship of some sort, but the feeling soon subsides when he remembers his treatment of you. Men like that don’t deserve women like you. 

As if his closest friend could read his mind, he elbows him in the ribs. He’s got a cunning smile on his face, and Geto knows that he doesn’t care about your relationship either. If there was one thing you could count on Satoru for, it was unabashed boldness. 

“I’m thinking we swoop in right, save this pretty damsel in distress.” He wiggles his eyebrows, pulling his glasses down his nose to give his friend a knowing look. He quickly pushes them back up, though Suguru knows that won’t be the last time his companion will pull that stunt. “Or at least offer our strong shoulders to cry on while we carry all her things.” 

Suguru sighed. “Be normal, please, for once.” He pleaded, dark eyes narrowing at the smirk decorating his face. 

Satoru rolled his eyes behind his glasses. Sometimes Suguru was so annoying, and absolutely zero fun. If he had to seduce you himself so be it, but he wouldn’t let Geto sweep in later if he didn’t help. “I am normal, you’re the weak one.” He giggled, sticking his tongue out and scooting down the rest of the steps, smiling brightly once the sun warmed his skin. They stood on the same sidewalk as you, shyly observing you unpack the car. You seem frustrated with one box in the trunk, perhaps the same one you mentioned to your…heathen earlier. 

Gojo smirks, sharing a glance with the ever-stoic Suguru once more. Hands in pockets of his black basketball shorts, he wears that brazen grin all the way to the Cadillac. Suguru walks slowly after him, eyes trained on the ground ahead of him. He would have to be the gentleman to make up for Satoru’s lack of shame. 

The lanky man clears his throat, the summer sun behind him enshrining him in an ethereal glow. You turn to the stranger, taken aback by his almost unnerving beauty. He hooks his glasses on his tight black tee, grinning teeth shining as white as his shaggy white locks.His gaze is the clearest blue you’ve ever seen, you can see the clouds from above you reflecting in his matching sky colored eyes. You arch your brow, unsure what to make of his approach. Just as he’s about to speak, a second man appears. He’s not quite as tall, but his shoulders are broader and features warmer. He smiles softly, black eyes carefully analyzing you. He folded his arms over his chest, abs clearly defined beneath the opaque wife beater. He jutted his chin out to your boxes, but it’s the first visitor that speaks. 

“We noticed you could use some help, miss.” He smiles, icy stare shamelessly raking over your figure. Your cheeks warm under his gaze–no, surely it’s just this summer heat. You’re happily married, moving into these lovely townhomes because of your newlywed husband’s success as a District Attorney. Maybe he wasn’t the most attentive husband–or even the nicest, but he was paying your way and you didn’t have to lift a finger. He did right by you, so you tell yourself. But you must admit, the two young men were right. There was no way you could get that damn box out of the trunk, much less carry it all upstairs to your new dwelling. 

“Oh, well, yes actually. Thank you…?” You say, arching a perfect brow at them. Gojo nearly let out a dreamy sigh, your face was just as perfect as the rest of you. Your brows were immaculately manicured, lashes full and framing enchanting doe eyes that looked at them so expectantly. You were so tempting it was hard for even Suguru to be respectful, sweat beading at your chest so deliciously he had to readjust the gray sweats hanging low on his hips. Satoru hummed, amused by the scene. 

“I’m Satoru, this is Suguru. We live here!” He shared as if it were a treat just for you. 

Suguru stifled a groan. “It’s always nice to welcome new neighbors. May we ask your name?” He asks, leaning forward slightly. You leaned against the bumper of your car, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. They were handsome and not much younger than you if you had to guess. They were certainly capable of helping you carry these last few boxes. There was no harm in introducing yourself. So why did you feel so guilty?

“Oh, I’m Y/N Robertson, it’s lovely to meet you. I’ve been struggling with this box for a while!” You chuckle nervously, patting the offending weight and stepping out of the way for one of them to grab. The white-haired man nodded, showing no signs of regret, repeating your name aloud.

“Y/N Robertson. Was that jerk your husband?” He asks, the permanent glimmer of amusement twinkling in his eye. 

You gasp softly and Suguru’s eyes widen. “I apologize about him, he has issues. I think he was born without a filter.” Suguru apologized, glaring at his counterpart. 

Jerk? Is that too far off the mark? It had been such a stressful move, you did mostly everything yourself, your husband working fourteen hour days and refusing to lift a finger when he was around. You were mostly embarrassed that these two had noticed his treatment, not wanting their pity. “He’s…he’s just been busy with work. But yes, he is my husband.” 

Satoru clicked his tongue, walking forward to effortlessly lift the burden you had been struggling with for the past twenty minutes. “That’s a shame, Y/N. A princess like you doesn’t need to be carrying something like this. But don’t worry, we got ya.” He winks. 

You avert your gaze to the other man, almost seeking solace in his peaceful presence. He’s wearing a faintly smug expression as he lifts the stack of boxes on the sidewalk. Suguru only nods his agreement. “Which one’s yours?” 

You think about it, pulling out your phone to look at the paperwork.. “I’m sorry, I forgot, I’m pulling it up…” You mutter, taking your lip between your teeth. The men share a look. You were adorable. 

“Take your time, we’re fine.” Suguru insisted, giving you another warm smile. It soothes your nerves only slightly and stokes the fire elsewhere. 

Gojo nods. “Yeah, we’re super strong. Don’t worry.” He says, admiring your manicured nails tapping away at the screen of your device.

 You allow yourself to giggle at this, you could tell they utilized the location’s gym facility a lot. Satoru’s black shirt hugged him tightly, swells of his biceps bulging against the hems. He grins at the gift of your laughter, smirking at his friend. Suguru chuckled through his nose, shaking his head at how easily his roommate flustered you. You hiss in celebration.

“Yes! I found it, sorry. It looks like I’m in…408!” You say without realizing. Your innocent eyes blink up at the tall pillars that were your new neighbors and current assistants. Satoru looked like a kid in a candy shop, and Suguru smirked in silent celebration. 

“Right across the way from us. How divine.” Satoru chuckled, turning to make his way up the stairs with the weighty box. “It looks like you’ll be seeing a lot of us!” 

Suguru hummed. “I’m sure we’ll make great friends.” He said, slowly striding after the energetic man. You just padded behind them, watching Suguru’s back muscles glean with sweat, long hair swaying slightly as he trods along the steps. You felt ashamed, eyeing them this way, but it was hard to miss the way Satoru’s shirt rode up to reveal his own toned abdomen and white patch of hair leading to the shorts sliding down his slender hips. You bit your lip and averted your gaze, telling yourself it was just because of the growing wedge in your marriage. You just needed to escape their lingering gazes and deviant smugness. 

Later that evening, the men sat on the same couch that they discovered you on, deciding to play the long game. Your husband was a tool, you were practically in heat just from their eyes on you. It was clear he wasn’t giving you any of the things you really needed.

That was a year ago now, the two college boys are more than in your favor by now. You brought them a tupperware of muffins the very next day, and it kind of became your trademark. You took good care of them, bringing them dinner some nights and supposed “leftover” baked goods. They wondered if your husband even noticed that you started cooking for four. They found any and every excuse to visit you during your husband’s long workdays, often spending the entire afternoon with you. 

When they weren’t with you, they were thinking of you, talking to each other about what they would do when they could share you. They could hear everything through the thin walls, every fight you had, every tear you shed, every orgasm–though they could tell they were faked. It was painful, biding their time until they could make their move, just hoping that the moment presented itself soon. 

Luckily, they didn’t have to wait much longer. It was another regular day, the two were working on some household chores when a door–your door–slamming caught their attention, followed by crying and two voices screaming at each other. 

Satoru dropped the plate he was washing with wide eyes, scrambling for the peep hole. They’ve heard the arguments, but none of them had spilled into the hallway, or had been filled with such emotion on your end. This time it was your husband who cowered in front of you as you screamed and threw his things out of the home. 

“Cheating bastard! You cried, face reddened from all the stress, no doubt. Suguru turns the washing machine on and makes for the door too, fighting with Satoru to see. 

“Honey please–it was a one time—” 

“Oh don’t bother. She sent me everything! This is on the fucking news, you absolute ass!” You huff, shoving a suitcase into the hall. At that, Satoru scrambled to the couch, flipping on the television and pilfering through the channels until the news displayed the reason for such an argument. Even he was shocked, a cheating scandal for the ages. Suguru’s heart dropped as the reporter spoke:

“District Attorney Joel Robertson caught in a blazing hot scandal this evening. The other woman tells all! His secretary leaks the sex tapes–claiming this affair has been going on for years.”

“How could he cheat on her??” Satoru is puzzled, yet grateful. Your dumbass husband has finally given you a reason to leave. It was only a matter of guessing when you would bang on their door. 

Suguru sighs, he never wanted you to be hurt. He knows that Satoru isn’t necessarily thinking about it that way, though he can’t deny the twinge of excitement in the back of his mind. Your dollhouse of a marriage would be over, and he had the perfect idea for revenge. 

“Sex tapes, huh?” Suguru muttered, muscular body pressed into the door to watch your husband pick up all his things strewn about the hallway. He didn’t even look guilty, seemingly fine with your pained tears. You slammed the door in his face. 

“I never want to see you again! You’ll get papers soon!” You yelled from behind your door. Your husband rolled his eyes. 

“Yeah? Well good luck paying for a place like this with no job, you insufferable piece of work.Or finding anyone better than me.” ” He chuckled, the suitcase rolling down the marble hallway and your tears being heard loud and clear after Satoru clicks the TV off. 

“Sex tapes.” Satoru confirmed with the shake of his head. He realized how this had to be affecting you, pressing his face against Suguru’s to try and peek out of the peep hole for any movement within. “How horrible. The secretary’s an ugly anyway, they belong together.” He snorted.

Suguru side-eyed him. Satoru said every thought that crossed his mind, his friend was convinced, however it was hard to disagree with some of his wild statements. This was one of them. You were way out of your husband’s league. He treated you like garbage and then had the nerve to cheat after not even being able to please you? Disgusting. Vile. 

“Should we…?” Suguru poses aloud, not able to stand the sound of your cries much longer. 

Just as Satoru nods eagerly, your door flies open again. This time, you march right across the hallway, raising your pretty fist to knock on their door. Suguru’s lips part in surprise, but you hesitate to actually connect with the firm barrier between you and them. It was almost like the point of no return, the building tension that started the day you moved in would all come to a head if you crossed the threshold. 

You bit your lip, looking back at your entrance. Maybe you should just go back, you were just emotional and seeking out the only comfort you could think of, right?

Satoru flings the door open, not giving you the chance. You’re face to face with the two, realizing they probably saw everything. Your cheeks heat up, your raised hand slowly lowering to your side. You must look a mess, hair disheveled from the countless times you raked your hands through it, eyes red and puffy from crying, tear stains on your cheeks. You make a strangled sob noise, looking at them so sadly it pulls their heartstrings. 

Suguru steps forward, reaching for you. “We heard, we’re so sorry..” He says, and you can see his sympathy for you written in the warmth on his face. You put your hand in his, the feeling of human contact with someone who actually cared was almost enough to make you cry again. 

Satoru huffs, leaning against the doorframe. You’re almost caged between them, feeling their body heat radiating off. His face is embossed with displeasure, eyes darkened in the same way the sky does before a storm. “He’s a piece of shit. Doesn’t deserve someone like you anyway, sweetness.” He says with a look of disgust, shaking his head. 

Suguru covers your hand with his other one, dark eyes bouncing between yours, like he’s trying to figure out what you were thinking. Truthfully, you were embarrassed more than anything. It was one thing to be in a loveless marriage, it was another for that fact to be known across town thanks to your husband’s low morals and high notoriety. You would be a laughing stock. 

“I’m just…embarrassed! I’ll be known around town as his poor wife. I hate that, I don’t want their pity or laughter…just so embarrassing.” You mutter, looking toward the ground. The sentiment makes Satoru pout. Oh how he just wanted to comfort you, for Suguru to lead you into the apartment where you would stay with them forever. 

Suguru frowns. He could tell your tears weren’t for your broken heart, but your devastation. Your reputation on the line, betrayed by a man who had never treasured you. He glances at Satoru, who’s just staring at you with such longing the dark-haired man can’t take it. “We can help you embarrass him, if you’d like.” 

His eyes widen. The words fell from his lips before he could think the better of it, but now you’re looking at him with those pouty doe eyes in confusion, and Satoru has to save the day, picking up your other hand. 

“Yeah, he’s right. We’ve been listening to you fake orgasms for a year now. Dude has some nerve makin’ tapes like he knows what he’s doing. We could really show him.” Satoru chuckles, leaning down from the door frame. You can smell his cologne, something minty with almost a hint of chocolate. He does know what he’s doing, invading your senses like this. His warm body and gorgeous eyes that have been undressing you since the day that you moved in paired with his scent and touch was overwhelming in the best way. Especially with the firm but comforting grip that Suguru kept. His hands were calloused from hard work, cradling the softness of your hand like a newborn. He leans closer too, waiting for some sort of response from you. His dark hair fell in layers around his face, accentuating his strong jaw and cheekbones, pale pink lips smiling softly. He smells of bourbon and cinnamon and some sort of expensive shampoo, the two of them so different and beautiful in their own ways–and both wanting you. 

“What did you..have in mind?” You squeak, your neighbors and acquaintances grin at each other. You didn’t even question their eavesdropping, knowing that they’ve been craving you since that summer sunny day. 

Satoru hums in pretend thought. This was only for show, they had determined what they wanted to do moments ago when they shared that glance. “Make a sex tape of your own, with men that can actually make you cum.” He let a laugh out through his nose. 

Your eyes widen, you open your mouth to speak but find that you don’t know what to say. Have you had a few wet dreams about a moment like this? Maybe, but that didn’t take the surprise out of their reciprocal desire. You looked to Suguru to search for any hint of his friend teasing you, but the man only squeezed your hand and smiled smugly. He could sense your doubt, and it was precious. 

“He’s not joking. We’d love to help you get revenge, dear.” He doubled down, the air around you growing heavy and charged with an energy that made your stomach drop, butterflies replacing your insides. Satoru steps out of your way, and Suguru angles his body the same way. You can pass right between them and enter their townhouse. You nibble your bottom lip, a nervous habit they had picked up on. “No worries, though, if you don’t. We’re here for you irregardless.” Suguru adds on the end, not wanting you to think you must. They wanted you to want to. 

And Satoru sure hopes you do, his gray sweatpants growing tighter at the thought of having you today, and under such circumstances! They hadn’t considered making films with you when discussing their fantasies, but he was definitely down with the idea. He smiles and nods, taking his lip between his teeth to mirror your nerves, but his was anticipation.

Suguru is highly perceptive, he’s hoping you say yes if only for his best friend’s sake. You wrack your brain, you should say no. There’s no way that this can end well, but your desire has piqued. They were right, your husband was horrible at sex, and you’ve been wondering what Satoru’s slender hands would feel like on your body, thinking about Suguru’s sweet smile pressed into your skin instead. Your stomach tingles at the thought, and you know what you want. You want to give in to your desire, you want to be with the men that had actually taken care of you for close to a year, and you wanted your soon to be ex-husband to see how good they could make you feel. 

You take a deep breath and squeeze through their bodies to enter their home. It was clean, like always. They tried to be better about that when you started eating dinner with them. You set your phone down on the table, taking a seat on their couch to blink at them expectantly. 

They shared another look, but this one was one of surprise. There you were, in their house waiting for them to fuck you. They had dreamed of this, and now it was happening. Gojo wastes no time, smirking and coming back inside, pulling Suguru in with him and shutting the door. You don’t miss the sound of the lock clicking, though it made you giggle at his eagerness. He takes his shirt off to avoid having to do it later, and you bite down on your lip again. Though this time it’s because he’s incredibly sculpted, as lean as he is. 

His skin is pale and scarred, you wonder from what, but it only added to his beauty. Every muscle was defined, down to his v-line. You can’t help but notice the ache in his pants, and you nearly sigh dreamily. It’s almost embarrassing how your core throbs, and this was just one of the two. Suguru picks Satoru’s shirt up off the floor, setting it on the coffee table instead. He takes a seat on the couch next to you, and you fight the urge to request his shirt be removed as well. You smile shyly at him, and he chuckles, reaching his hand out to hold your chin. “We’re gonna take good care of you, baby.” He insists, thumbing at your bottom lip. 

Your eyes stare up at him expectantly, taking in the lustful gaze he finally reveals. His dark eyes become half-lidded and focused on your pout. “Can I kiss you sweet girl?” He asks, sharp brow arched. 

You nod eagerly, feeling the cushion on your other side dip with the weight of the other male. He must have set up the camera, surely he wouldn’t allow Suguru to beat him to the punch. Much to your surprise, he only sets his hand on your hip, leaning forward for a better view of his best friend’s mouth covering yours. Geto’s lips are rough like his hands, in a good way. His tongue is warm as it laps over yours, his large hand still holding your jaw. You can feel Satoru’s hands knead at your thighs, but he’s not protesting. He doesn’t even protest when Suguru’s other large hand slips under your ass to pull you up into his lap. He just scoots closer to keep you sandwiched between hard bodies. 

“Yeah this is hot.” Satoru groans, palming himself over his pants when Suguru gently hikes your skirt up so he can access more skin, his thick fingers digging into your doughy flesh. You could feel his lips curl into a smile at his friend’s encouragement, kissing you harder. Your senses were overwhelmed, though you expected and wanted that. He tasted so good, letting your tongue dominate his just for the enjoyment. He nearly chuckles at your eagerness, it seems their desire wasn’t one sided. Your hands tug at his shirt, so he lets you catch your breath so he can yank it off.  “Ah, you gotta match us, angel.” Satoru grins, nimble fingers playing with the hem of your tank top. 

You blush, knowing you have no bra beneath. It was still too hot to wear layers, though your body felt like it was at the highest temperature it had been in a while. You’re so pretty, Suguru thinks, watching you peel your tank top off, bare chest to them. Your tits were perfect, nipples hardening before their very eyes. Satoru groaned, reaching to cup one of your breasts. Suguru’s lips latch onto your neck, his hands still kneading at your thighs. You can feel your cunt dampen as Satoru dives forward, sucking your pebbled bud in between his teeth. You gasp softly at the sensation, Suguru’s eyes open, watching his roommate fondle your tits and feeling you writhe in his lap only made his hardness nestle into your side, making you gasp again. Both of them were going to be huge, and you didn’t know how you would be able to handle it. 

Suguru snaps you out of your thoughts, rotating you in his lap just a little. Your back was flush against his chest, the skin almost burning where you connected. His muscles made you feel like you were sitting against a wall. If not for his warmth and the bulge settled in between your asscheeks, you may have thought you were. Satoru hums, pleased with having more access to you, his tongue swirling your sensitive bud. His fingers pinch the other, the slight pain sending shockwaves through your body, causing you to arch into his mouth. 

Geto chuckles, his hands still stroking gentle paths from your thighs to your hips, where nothing but your skirt stopped him. He arched his brow, jerking the fabric to sit around your waist. “No panties either, sweet girl?”

Satoru pulled away from your chest at this, a thin string of saliva stringing from his plump pink lips to your breast. “Oh dollface, I’m beginning to think you got ready for us.” He chuckles, the sound bright and bubbly as he scoots back on the couch to gaze at your newly revealed pussy. Your head spins from the way they look at you, like you’re a precious jewel. You feel drunk on the mix of their touches, where one was sweet and warm the other was rougher and icy. Suguru continues to press sporadic kisses to your neck and shoulders, trying to find your sweet spots. You whine so darling when he finds them, he can’t help but smirk to his best friend as your eyes flutter shut from the simple pleasure of him kissing your neck and the white-haired boy’s grip on your knees to spread your legs. He groans at the sight of your slick cunt, nodding to Geto. 

“She’s soakin’ Sugu. Hope you don’t mind but I gotta taste.” He hummed, his svelte fingers spread your lips apart and you shiver from the cold air being blown on your center. Satoru giggles, you were so cute like this, wiggling on Suguru’s lap and craving more of them by the second. 

Suguru nodded his permission, obsidian eyes locked on his friend’s sapphire ones. He thought the boy’s excitement was adorable, and yearned to watch the enjoyment of both of you. The lanky boy cooed his happiness and leaned forward to lick a fat stripe down your center, moaning at the taste. Your head fell back on Geto’s shoulder, hand flying to tangle up in white tresses. He giggles again, relishing the way your body responds to him. He does it again, humming at the intense lust in Suguru’s eyes and your sweet gasp. 

“Stop playing.” Suguru warned, biting marks into your skin to give you some pressure and pleasure since his counterpart wanted to toy with you. 

Gojo pouted, but you nodded your head in agreement. “No fun.” He huffed, but dipped his head down to your core for the count this time. You didn’t want him to tease? Fine. He won’t. But just remember that you asked for it. His tongue plunges in your weeping hole, his fingers assisting him in drawing circles around your clit. You moan softly, body jolting at the sudden intensity. Your hips rolled, fucking yourself on the muscle. 

Suguru hums at the sight, his arms wrapping around your waist to keep you from moving too much. It was clear your ex didn’t know how to treat you sexually, either. You feel his warm breath in your ear, Satoru’s fingers replacing his tongue, pushing his long fingers straight to your spongy spot. Your vision spots from that alone, not to mention his lips suckling your nerves. Suguru watches every move, impossibly turned on by the two of you together. 

“You’re so beautiful with his mouth on you like that, sweetheart. Do you like it?” He coos, collecting all your hair and brushing it over your shoulder so he could see all of your perfect face. You nod quickly, and Suguru chuckles, a deep rumble that you can feel in his chest against your back. He realizes that you’ve lost the ability to speak just from Satoru. It’s sweet, but he knows you’re in for one hell of a time. 

“You sure you can handle both of us, dear? I don’t want to overwhelm you.” He asks, eyes focused on the animalistic way Satoru devours you. His mouth was a mess of your arousal, tongue swiping his lips to keep your taste. 

You were already overwhelmed, but it was the best feeling of your life. You didn’t know how you would please both of them, but you knew you could. So you nod. 

“Use your words for me then, sweetheart. We’ll do the color system, m’kay? Green is all good, yellow for slow, red for stop, can you do that for us?” He says, running his fingers through your hair. Your eyes meet Satoru’s, who also seems to be waiting for a reply. You nod again. 

“Yes, ‘m fine, green all good.” You mutter, grinding your pussy against Satoru’s nose even though he was buried in your cunt. He sucks on your clit again, but it makes your stomach jump and your hips rock faster so they know you’re close to your first real orgasm in who knows how long. 

Geto hums his approval, tightening his hold on your waist. “You gonna make her cum for us, Sato?” He inquires, every touch flaming hot. Gojo nods, teeth scraping your bud and it’s all you need to topple over the edge. Suguru’s hands go back to your hips, your fingers tugging on the other boy who still lapped at your nectar. He hums his enjoyment, sitting back on his knees and winking at you. 

“You can pull my hair all night long, angel.” He says, watching your hole clench around nothing. How cute. He flickers his gaze to the man holding you upright, arousal nearly dripping off his tongue. “I think she needs a little break, you wanna taste?” He asks, which confuses you for a moment. How could he give you a break if they were going to swap?

Geto hums. “Of course I do. Come here.” He says, smirking at your bewildered gaze on them. Satoru grins and leans over you, planting his lips on the man who asked. You gasp softly, the sight more arousing than you’d like to admit. It wasn’t necessarily surprising, as they seemed pretty attracted to each other, you just felt ashamed for getting off on it. But you can’t help it, the way they hummed their satisfaction against each other’s mouths was melodic, Satoru opening his mouth for Suguru to utilize how he wants. The latter holds his jaw in similar fashion to the way he held yours earlier, controlling the space between them. He pulls back a little, mostly just to view your arousal covering Satoru’s bratty face and to look over at your awestruck features. He smirks at this, his tongue darting out as he brings Satoru’s face back to his, though they don’t kiss. Satoru whimpers as Suguru licks the sides of his mouth, cleaning all your natural honey off his best friend’s face. 

You gasp softly, not able to stop yourself, “That’s fuckin’ hot.” Satoru chuckles, his hand closing around Suguru’s wrist so he could turn his head in his grip. 

“I agree baby girl. He just had to taste you on my tongue.” He grinned, though that was the exact truth. The flavor of the two of you combined was driving him crazy. His dick throbbed painfully, and he didn’t know how much of this he could take. He releases Satoru in favor of fisting his hair. 

“Let me get her other hole ready.” He demands, and only Satoru knows what he means. The white-haired boy grins devilishly, sitting back on the other end of the couch. He wiggles out of his pants and tosses them over his shoulder, cock slapping his eight-pack. 

He looks at you with that same bare-naked stare he gave you the day you met, his smirk unfaltering. “Lean over and suck my cock, baby. He wants to see it and he's gotta get your ass ready.” He giggles softly, his large hand wrapping around his own length to keep it from aching. Your eyes flicker to the cock in question, aggravated red tip oozing pre-ejaculate down his prettily veined shaft, curving upwards to abuse every spongy spot. He was much bigger than your ex, you knew it would take some time to adjust. Nonetheless, you eagerly slip off of Suguru’s lap, getting on all fours. Suguru takes the opportunity to free his cock from his pants, sitting on his knees so he had a bird’s eye view of you crawling toward Satoru.

Gojo nearly vibrates with excitement, moving his hand away from his length so you could take over. He suddenly pouts when your pretty eyes look up at him, he’s realized he still hasn’t kissed you yet. “Oh no sugar, Can’t have you suck me off if I haven’t even been a gentleman.” 

He hums, sitting up so he could meet your lips. He was greedy with his kiss, lips hungrily moving over yours. You respond in kind, hand resting on the back of his neck where your fingers just brushed over the soft fuzz of his undercut. He moans softly, clearly enjoying the way you play with him. He pulls back with a loud smacking sound, resting his back against the arm of the couch once more, hands folded behind his head. Suguru rolls his eyes at Satoru’s showmanship, but he watches anyway.

“Much better, go ahead, hot stuff.” He coos, looking rather satisfied with himself. Your face is why, so drunk on his kiss that you sit back on your knees and hover over his tip, squealing in surprise as Suguru holds your waist. You can feel his length rubbing against your thighs, positioned under your cunt. His tip collides with your clit so perfectly when you rock back on him, your hips doing so automatically. You moan softly at the feeling, and Suguru hums as your arousal continues to drip around him. 

“I’m gonna fuck you while you give him head, sweetness, ‘s that good with you?” He asks, praying you say yes. He didn’t want to throw too much at you at once, but his dick was beginning to hurt. He sighs happily when you nod. You bite your lip, knowing you were about to feel unimaginably full. You turn your head to peek at his size, finding him not as long but nearly twice as girthy as the dick you hold in your hands. And you already needed two hands for Satoru. You sigh, Satoru’s slender fingers grabbing your chin to pull your focus back to him. 

“Don’t worry ‘bout him angel, I got you soaked enough to take him.” He brags, squeezing your cheeks between his grip. He giggles at your smooshed face and hums, bringing your chin back down to his tip. You batted your eyelashes at him, watching his face carefully as you stick your tongue out and take him into your mouth. He groans at the relief of your warm insides, ego stroked when you gag just halfway down his length. He can feel himself in the back of your tight throat, eyes fluttering shut when you start to bob your head along him. Suguru smirks, enjoying the sight. He can see the muscles twitch in Satoru’s stomach and he can feel your pussy lips move on his dick leading him to believe you’re clenching around nothing. 

He can fix that. He palms your round ass, relishing the way you push yourself back into him while easing more and more of Satoru’s dick down your throat. It’s gorgeous, Gojo’s soft moans and the choking gags of you trying to take all of him. Your throat squeezes him perfectly, his hand coming down on the back of your neck to keep you there. He forces his eyes open, wanting to remember the way you look with his cock stuffed deep, tears rolling down your face. All three of you have forgotten about the camera, just performing for each other. Satoru can tell when Suguru plunges in by the way your eyes widen and you temporarily stop moving. Though you don’t have much a choice once Suguru starts rolling his hips against your asscheeks. The burn as he stretches you out is delicious, making you moan around Satoru. He moans in return, the vibration of your voice going straight to his balls. He can’t help but slightly buck into your warm mouth, Suguru’s slow thrusts giving you time to adjust. 

You clench around him and that sensation alone is so good he almost moans. Satoru wasn’t lying, he made sure you were absolutely drenched to make accommodating his friend’s size as easy as possible. Your walls were still so choking and spongy, he can feel a tingling sensation shoot down his spine. He watches you get used to him, your hips slightly wiggle back for him, and you resume bobbing along Satoru. It was hard to breathe with such a task at hand, you took deep breaths through your nose, but you still felt dizzy as Suguru picked up his pace. 

Satoru watched the pleasure wash over Geto’s face, the man’s eyes closing and mouth dropping open. It was so hot, especially with the way you squeezed around him. It was too much, he knew he wouldn’t last long like this. Your pretty face at his cock, burying your nose in his snow colored pubes paired with Geto’s soft grunts as he plows into you and the sound of his balls slapping against your ass was sending him hurtling towards the finish line and he didn’t want this to end yet. He didn’t want to shoot his load in your mouth—not this time anyway. 

Suguru settles into a regular pace, trying not to falter when you squeeze down on him like this. His thrusts are powerful, pushing you into Gojo’s trimmed bush with every rock of his hips. The men are rewarded with the sweet sound of your gags, to which they both cherish. He tries to be gentle as he gathers some spit on his fingers, tentatively sliding the spit around your tight ring while he keeps you drunk on dick. You mewl softly as his thick index slips in, both holes squeezing on him so fucking good he groans. Suddenly, there’s a rubber band ready to snap in your gut, making you gasp around the girth keeping you from speaking, as if you could do much of that anyway.

The man responsible hums, giving your ass a gentle smack. “Gonna cum for us again baby?” You nod along Satoru, and he beams with satisfaction. “Go ahead, get my dick nice and wet for me.” His words are so lewd that you can’t help but obey, gagging on Satoru as you try to cry out. The slender boy can’t handle it, biting down on his lip to avoid  the inevitable. 

“Sugu, not gonna make it like this..” Satoru says in a whiny tone, watching your ass ripple into Geto’s hips and your face contort in added bliss. Suguru peeked at his friend’s pouty face and chuckling at the blown pupils and flushed cheeks of the bratty male. 

“That’s fine bubs, we’ll change it up. I’m sure that throat needs a break.”  Suguru hummed, running a hand through his hair to push it out of his face. He didn’t want anything obscuring his view of your perfect mounds. He lightly spanked the flesh, relishing your little squeal. He treasures his last few pumps of you, knowing he would give his whiny counterpart your sopping hole. Satoru releases your hair, smiling brightly at the sight of your ruined face. 

“Now those are some tears I can get behind, princess.” He coos, thumbing them off your pretty face. He brings your mouth back to his, not willing to give you any time to breathe. You’re gasping against his lips, but your hold on his shoulders begs him to come closer. Suguru continues prodding your hole, spitting on the second entrance of yours he’d be taking. He slips a second finger in, and you don’t complain. You sigh into Satoru’s mouth and tug at his hair, lips smacking against each other's messily. Geto loves watching this, his other hand stroking his aching erection. 

Satoru watches his friend, trying to sync his timing to his. He was only trying to keep you occupied so the other man could work your asshole, knowing it would be a big stretch, Satoru was content to make out with you until he comes untouched, but he knows Suguru won’t allow that to happen. He nods, now able to scissor his fingers in your hole. His strong hands grip your hips, pulling you from the white-haired man which earned a whine from you. 

“You’ll get Satoru back, beloved, don’t worry.” Suguru rasps, pulling you back into his lap, facing away from him as you did earlier, the only difference being your knees folded under you as if you were still in doggy. You felt a little guilty with his comment, not wanting to prefer one over the other. So you lay your head back on his shoulder, using two fingers on his jaw to turn his face close enough for you to push your lips on his. Satoru loves the sight, the two sexiest people he knows making out right in front of him! The only thing that could possibly make this better is what they’re planning on next. Gojo walks forward on his knees, once more caging you in. It’s his mouth you feel soothing the marks his friend left earlier, breaking new patches of skin to bruise of his own. 

Suguru’s hand cups your cheek, his kisses deliciously slow and sensual. He didn’t want his hard work to go to waste though, so he lifts you slightly, lining his cock up with your asshole. He breaks the sweet kiss, “You think you can take both of us, baby?” 

“Oh she can do it, poor girl needs it.” Satoru hums, tucking some of your hair behind your ear. “Isn’t that right?” 

You nod. If you thought you were incapable of speaking earlier, then maybe you’ve never had good sex in your entire life. “Green, go for it..wan’ have both.” You whine, making Satoru light up. 

“You heard the lovely lady.” Satoru purrs, hands on your waist as a means to push you onto Suguru’s cock if he doesn't do it fast enough for his liking. Suguru just chuckles through his nose and shakes his head. 

“So impatient. Very well.” He hums, using his leverage on your hips to slide his tip past the squeezing ring of muscle. He grips your hips harder than he means to, undoubtedly leaving semi-permanent marks. It was impossible not to, he was trying to slowly inch his way in, but your ass was sucking him in so good he had to slowly shove the rest in. You let out a loud wanton moan, bordering scream. Satoru moaned from the sight and sound alone, his only touch being his hands on your waist. He was going to claim your cunt, no doubt, but he had to let you get accustomed to Suguru’s rod in your ass. 

He just lets you sit on it for a moment, partially for his own benefit. He had to get himself under control or he would bust immediately, and ruin everything for Satoru. And he would never hear the end of his mouth if he did. You feel so full, the pressure of him stretching everything open makes you see stars. You yearn for movement, for some relief on your throbbing clit, so you whine, watching Satoru’s face morph into surprise as you try to bounce on Suguru already. 

The man moans, the first one he’s let loose all evening. It’s deep and once again thunders against your back. You were better than the fantasies he had conjured in his head, and he was determined to give you the time of your life. So he aids you in your bounces, his rough hands supporting your weight and dragging you up and down his shaft at his own pace. It was still too good, the warmth and tightness choking down on him perfectly.

“Fuck her, Satoru.” Geto breathily demands, the gravelly tone of his voice sending a chill to both you and the man he ordered inside you. Satoru didn’t hesitate, his knees situated between Suguru’s. He lined up with your entrance, tugging you forward just a bit which must have deepened the long-haired man’s connection as you started moaning so lewdly Satoru wondered if he’d paint your walls just by pushing inside. He couldn’t watch your poor pussy clamp around nothing any longer though, bottoming out in you and holding your cheeks in one large hand. He enjoyed how your sounds changed, sounding warped due to your smooshed face. He smiled, your cunt tightening around him, meaning it got even tighter for Geto. 

“You heard the man, ‘m gonna fuck you angel. Let us know you’re okay.” He cooed, and even though his words were sweet he almost sounded like he was teasing you. 

You nod, eyes closed tight and nose scrunched at the sensation of two huge cocks stuffing you full. You thought your intestines must be forced to move to accommodate them, heavy breathing and soft grunts in your ears. “Good, so good.” 

Satoru nodded, kissing your forcibly puckered lips sweetly as he began to move inside you too. His eyes roll back for a moment, everything about this was perfect. Your silky walls pulsating around him, the feeling of Suguru’s cock rubbing against his only separated by a thin wall of tissue, the look on his lovers faces. He groans, tossing his head back as he fucks into you harder. He dreamed of a day like this, and now he could only pray this wasn’t a one time thing. He was already addicted to this, and by the looks of it so was Suguru. He hadn’t ever seen the man so relaxed, though he enjoyed it immensely. As if he could feel his stare, Geto opens his eyes to make contact with the man staring. He winked, a slight smirk. Your hips continued to buck, getting fucked no matter how you moved. Forward onto Satoru’s curved length abusing your pleasure spot or backwards onto Suguru’s impaling girth splitting you open. You feel that familiar sensation of fire building in your gut, your pants and moans getting closer together. The men look at each other, nodding breathlessly. They were close, like they had been since the moment they saw you undress. The feeling of your choking walls on both ends made it impossible to hold out any longer, though your body spasms tell them they won’t have to. Your grip on Satoru’s hair tightens, a wailing moan signifying your release as if the rush of cum surrounding Gojo wasn’t obvious enough. 

“Oh fuck, you’re gonna get both loads love, you want that?” Suguru grunts in your ear. 

You nod vigorously, head so empty you could only collapse against his chest, making him support the full weight of you. He didn’t mind at all, grinning ear to ear. He was hanging on by a thread, but it was his job to make sure everyone was happy. 

“You first Sato.” He groaned, clearly struggling. 

“With me.” The man pouted, the deal so sweet that Suguru couldn’t refuse. 

He nods, “With you.” He gulps, waiting for the tell-tale crinkle of Satoru’s nose to tell him when to release the burning coil in his gut. Satoru could tell that he was waiting for him, his thrusts to your cunt menacingly rough. It only takes a few more before his nose crinkles and mouth drops open, cock twitching inside you fucked out cunt. 

Suguru gasps softly, his hot load spurting off like an erupting volcano, quickly filling you up and forcing the rest to ooze out around him despite how well he plugged your hole. Satoru’s seed spills out into you like a dam had been holding him back, both sensations so warm and messy and delicious that you moan softly at just the feeling, head spinning as it falls back onto Geto’s shoulder with heavy breaths. 

Gojo slumps forward slightly, kissing your jaw with the most tenderness he had displayed all night. “I knew you could do it, hot stuff. That was fucking amazing.” He hums, fishing for an article of clothing to put under you. He finds Suguru’s shirt, and raises up enough to slide it under you with Geto’s help. They couldn’t have you staining the couch, now. Gojo slides out of you, leaving you on Suguru’s comfortable lap. The black haired man smiles at you sleepily, pushing some of your hair out of the way. 

“Yeah, it was, we hope you had a good time?” He hums as Satoru goes to stop  the recorder. 

You giggle and nod. “Yeah, yeah I did. I guess it’s time to get cleaned up and back to my place, for as long as I still have it.” You chuckle dryly, your entire body was a pile of mush, and you couldn’t move if you tried. You just didn’t want to overstay your welcome or make your problems their responsibility, despite their eagerness to take care of you. 

Satoru comes back with three bottles of water and a sheepish look on his face, an oddity for him. “I may or may not have forgotten to press record.” He says with a slight grimace, handing out the waters as an apology. Your amusement is clear, and you wonder if he did it on purpose.

Suguru laughs, and he can’t figure out if it’s at you or Satoru. “Hm, what a predicament. You’re not going anywhere.” He squeezes your hips and lifts you off his length, setting you back in his lap regularly. “We’ll get you cleaned up, and then you don’t have to worry a hair on your pretty little head about your place. You can stay here.” He said matter of factly, his arm hangs possessively around your waist. 

“sir?” you call him, hesitant. you cock your head to the side worriedly. “i’m sorry, is it not how you want to proceed?”

suguru shakes his head weakly, brushing his thumb over his lips. “no, no,” he assures you, “that’s not it at all. you’ve done great, in fact. it’s perfect.” he sees the way your brows furrow over your dark coloured eyes, the way your lips part on words you don’t let out, and suddenly, he feels too hot. “i’m sorry, ms. (l/n). it’s just especially hard for me to focus right now.”

“oh, i understand.” you utter, shifting to sit a little straighter in your chair. the action causes your breasts to shift beneath your low-cut blouse as you close your manilla folder. and suguru, he has to remind himself to breathe. “well, we do have some time before the board meeting if you’d rather we look over the details some other time?”

suguru hums in agreement as he stands, forcing his eyes off you and walking over to the left wall where he keeps a fine array of wines and expensive liquor. “yes, let’s do that then.” his hands reach for a bottle he knows you enjoy most out of his collection, an itallian imported masseto merlot. he reaches for two wine glasses and turns to you, offering you one to take. “how about we enjoy a drink for now?”

you rise from your seat to stand next to him, taking the cup from his hands. he wonders if you’d felt your fingers brush against his, if you’d perhaps done it intentionally to tease him. ah, but he knows you better than that — even now as you hold your cup out for him to fill, he knows that you’re far too shy to ever think of trying anything with him, your boss. you’re always the respectful and diligent worker, always and ever doing your best to meet his expectations and go beyond. he’d be lying if he tried to say he didn’t look forward to seeing you every day, or that he dreamt of doing unspeakable things to you right here inside his office. even standing this close to him, suguru feels his pants tighten at the uninhibited view he has of your plump figure, your breasts tempting him as he loses himself on your sweet scent of fresh linen and honey oats.

“is there something on your mind, sir?” unaware of the thoughts clouding his mind, you innocently flutter your eyes to peer up at him with your glossy lips pursed atop your glass. he watches you take a sip of the dark red liquid and thinks about it wetting your mouth, imagines the satisfied sigh as something far dirtier, unprofessional, and how you would sound with your legs folded against your chest. he imagines all the ways you’d cry out for him, to beg him for more until he turned you into a whiney mess.

“it’s just…” again, he clears his throat. he reaches one hand up to loosen his tie, showing off the expensive watch on his left wrist. “been a long week, that’s all.”

your lips form a sympathetic pout as you lower your glass to your chest, your forearms unconsciously squeezing your breasts together and, have mercy— how can you make the dirtiest things look so innocent? “i’m sorry, mr. geto,” you offer, “i’ll certainly try harder to make things a little easier for you… is there anything i can do for you?”

“oh, no, miss (l/n), you’ve already been such a great help to me—” he stops himself midway, his dark eyes turning thoughtful as he considers. the idea that pops into his head is an awful one, he gives himself second enough to consider. but, what is he supposed to do when you stand so close to him, eyes innocently looking up at him, your very breath hanging onto his words? here you are right in front of him, so open and willing to help him, and perhaps— no, not just. suguru’s certain you don’t mean your words in the way that he thinks, but the very sight of you, the thoughts he has of you late at night and even now, it overwhelms him and tells him to cast aside all logic and give in to viscous wanting.

suguru quietly draws a breath, sets his glass down atop his desk and bites the bullet.

“well… there is something you could do for me.” one, two, it only takes him three short steps until he’s standing right in front of you, close enough for the smell of your sweet, honey-scented oils to fully wrap around him and fill up his lungs. his figure basically shadows your much smaller frame, towering over you as your eyes nervously met his. he focuses on the way your brown lips hang open slightly, on the way your pretty eyebrows furrow over your expression. he focuses on the deep breaths you take that cause your chest to rise and swell, lets himself go on the slight squeak in your voice when you hesitantly call him.

“sir…?”

“what if, ms. (l/n),” suguru hums, reaching his hand to your own glass of wine, intentional when his fingers cover yours. “i told you that you’re what’s been distracting me all along?” like a hawk, he observes every flicker of thought that crosses your dark brown eyes. first, he watches them widen on surprise, then they waver back and forth before lowering to where he held your hand, the deep red colour of your merlot surely not what holds your attention. you’re flustered, he knows it by the way you worry your bottom lip between your teeth, but he’s not kind enough to let you hide that beautiful expression from him. slowly, as if not to scare you, he takes his fingers and holds on to your chin, tilting your head to where you had no choice but to meet his stare.

“i— i’m,” you pause, your lips trembling so deliciously, your breath ghosting against his skin like an autumn’s gentle breeze. “i’m not sure what you mean… mr, geto…”

“you aren’t?” suguru lowers his voice to a whisper. he imagines he could hear your heart thumping inside your chest, that he could feel your pulse racing underneath your skin, and he wants more of it, wants more of you. “let me show you exactly what i mean then, ms. (l/n).”

he tells himself to be gentle as he leans in, tilting your head up so that his lips meet yours finally, finally— and suguru nearly loses himself to the sensation of being swept off his feet. gods, you’re even sweeter than you’ve ever tasted inside his dreams, the living flesh and bone version of you kissing him back so softly as if you’d walked right out of his fantasies and come to find him at daylight. he can sense the hesitance behind your lips, an uncertainty weak to your own desires as you lean further into him. your hands reach for his chest and you pull away with a breathlessness, gasping as you look up at him, showing to him your worries, your fear, your mutual want.

“mr. geto, we shouldn’t do something like this here,” you whisper as if afraid your words would be heard by someone passing by. though suguru could tell that, if he pushed, you wouldn’t be able to resist. your fingers feebly grasp at his arms, bunching up the white fabric covering his biceps and, oh— you pull him closer, yet not close enough to close the gap. he looks at you and sees it then, in the way your lips pout up at him, that—

“you want this too, don’t you?”

he touches a hand to your cheek and feels heat radiating from you in waves. pulling you closer, he brings that hand to cup the back of your neck and revel in the feel of you being so close to him, your chest so soft against his as his other hand falls to squeeze your hip. gently, he tilts your head to one side to expose your neck and he lets himself be greedy, leaning to drag his nose against your bare skin, lips just slightly parted so that you could feel his warm breath ghosting against your cheek.

your knees nearly buckle beneath your weight and you have to squeeze on to his biceps even tighter, for fear that you would collapse if you don’t hold on tight. “y-yes…” you quietly gasp once he finally presses his lips to your skin. the feeling of him harshly sucking your neck is enough to cause your head to spin, for your legs to clench together at the new heat that pools in your panties. you feel him begin to press forward, and as you step back, he chases you, pushing you until the back of your thighs hit his desk. the sensation of cold wood is stark against the waves of searing heat that pours from the both of you and you stumble for a moment, accidentally knocking his pristine ceo plaque to the red carpet below.

“then,” suguru’s voice sounds slurred. his words are heavy and he sees the way they weigh you down as his fingers skillfully pull the first buttons of your blouse. he takes in the picture of you with reverence and worship as greed swirls within his gut, tightens his pants and makes him forget anything that didn’t have to do with you. with one hand, he pushes you further until you’re sitting on top of his desk and leans in once more, ever more wanting to feel your lips on his. “don’t think about anything else right now. just focus on me, yeah?”

dazed, it’s all you can do to nod ‘yes’ as he slots himself between your open legs, his hands squeezing down on your hips and pulling you forward until his bulge presses right up against your core.

it’s hard hold himself back any further, and suguru abandons his inhibitions as he hungrily slots his mouth against yours, the kiss almost universes different than the last. where before, he’d been experimental, testing the waters almost and tasting you for the first time, he now devours your very soul like a man starved of water and you, his fountain found in a scorching desert. his lips are searing as they move, and he pours so much into you that it becomes too much and it burns so deliciously, filling you until whimpers slip out from you and your hands hungrily pull apart his buttons. his nails dig into your thighs as he bites down on your bottom lip and pulls before he begins to press kisses against your cheek, trailing wet, impatient lines of spit along your jaw.

“you have no idea how long i’ve wanted this,” its almost a growl when he speaks, low and dangerous as he feels himself slipping further. his teeth sink into your dark skin and he sucks, hard, relishing in the moans that you reward him with. “how badly i wanted to have you till i couldn’t sleep at night.”

“s-sir wait,” you try to call him, struggling to find your words amidst the fog clouding your brain. he’s sucking your skin so much that you fear he’ll leave marks, yet your voice seems to only urge him to leave more. “not there, people will see— ngh!”

he doesn’t pull apart when he grinds his bulge against you, letting you feel just how big and hard he’d gotten for you. each move he makes sends you reeling, the pool between your legs enough to soak you right through your stockings as he rolls his hips into yours.

“focus,” suguru reprimands you, lowly growling into your neck. “all your attention on me right now. do you understand?”

when you take too long to respond, he pushes one hand around your neck and squeezes, causing you to squeal as he pulls your head back to face him. your mouth hangs open, gasps of air struggling to make it past his hands, his spit smeared all across your lips, cheek and neck with the beginnings of purple bite marks forming on your dark skin — you’re the perfect picture of a mess, your beautiful brown eyes glazed over by lust and desire, so far gone from your normally neat and put together appearance, and it’s all because of him.

“understand?” he bleeds the word slowly, and, feeble, you respond with a desperate nod of your head, barely managing to force out a ‘yes sir..!’ through his grip around your throat. you try to squeeze your legs around his waist, wanting to pull him closer, to feel his cock pressed against you once more, for any kind of friction, but one hand swiftly pries them wide apart as his fingers snake between them. startled, you try to squeeze them close, though your body quickly loses its strength when his slender digits press up against your dampened core.

god, you’re already so fucking wet, you’re dripping enough to leave dark coloured stains atop his wooden desk. suguru marvels at the feeling of your slick practically pooling along his fingers, coating them as he rubs slow, teasing circles over your clothed pussy. “look at that,” he says breathlessly before pulling his hands away to lick at them, and the taste of your essence causes his cock to twitch against their restraints. popping his fingers out of his mouth, he shoves them past your gaping lips for you to swirl your tongue around, a groan escapes him once you begin to suck and whimper around them. “fuck, (y/n), you’re making it hard for me to control myself.”

his thumb brushes against your lip and he pulls your mouth open, dizzy when you eagerly open your mouth for him to spit into. “such a dirty fucking slut, aren’t you?” he grins as you swallow with a moan, “yeah? never dreamed i’d see you do something like this, ms. (l/n). were you thinking about something like this everytime we spoke? hm?”

a sharp ripping sound startles you, though you hardly have the chance to regain your bearings as suguru finally touches you in the place you need him the most. your pussylips are basically sopping and so, incredibly swollen, your clit so eager for him to touch you when he presses his thumb against it. “f-fuck…!” you throw your head back, hissing and biting your bottom lip to contain your cries, all while suguru marvels at seeing you unravel. you’re completely under his control like this, a pretty little doll in the palm of his hands that he could toy and play with until your mind would crumble. the revelation blazes through him like a wildfire and swirls like a ferocious torrent — more, he wants — needs — you to break even more.

“i want an answer, (y/n). how badly did you want me to fuck you all this time?”

you try to respond, though your words fall apart on a weak, wavering cry of his name as he sinks two fingers inside you, feeling them split apart your walls before pulling back out slowly. he uses his knees to keep your legs from clamping shut while his free hand slips your bra up over your chest, letting your full mounds fall freely for him to squeeze. large, brown nipples perk up under the exposure of the cold air, pointy and sensitive beneath his thumb when he pinches one and softly twists. he groans, nearly panting, your pussy clamping down around his middle and ring fingers. “you’re so fucking tight, you’re just leaking and making such a mess. must’ve been waiting for me to fuck this pretty little cunt, huh?”

“nngh, sir..!” oh, those pretty little cries you make would be the end of him. he wants more, wants you to fall apart utterly and completely until your mind would be blank and you would be nothing but a blabbering mess. he wants to feel you, taste you, to devour you whole.

swiftly, he drops down to his knees and spread your legs wide open, one on each of his shoulder for him to see your messy cunt. he’s mesmerized at the view of you, sopping and dripping as your hole squelches around nothing, greedily begging for him to take it and make it his.

above him, you’re barely able to register his movements before you’re overwhelmed by the feeling of his mouth hungrily sucking your pussy, and it catches you so off guard that you release a loud cry of his name. “suguru…!”

“shhhh. shhh, baby,” the man doesn’t stop for even a second, muttering the words right up against you and sending shockwaves through your core. desperate to keep your voice down, you clamp your hands over your mouth as you feel his tongue flicker against your swollen clit, back and forth before he begins sucking and lapping. your essence pools all over his tongue and suguru feels himself getting drunk, diving his tongue between your folds while his fingers drill in and out of your hole, filling the large office with sloppy, slurpy noises as he coaxes ever single drop he can out of you.

despite you trying, you fail to hold your voice back as the coil within your gut tightens and your vision grows spotty. his fingers repeatedly brush against that spot deep inside your cunt that makes you see stars and you can’t catch your breath. your moans turn into strangled cries as your legs clench around his head, and you can’t pay any mind to how tightly you’re squeezing him between your plump thighs as you grip his hair to pull him closer. “aah..! aghn! nnngh..! fuck, sir, i’m close…!” your hips begin to buck as you chase your end, desperate for your climax as he groans between your legs and sets a relentless pace with his tongue and hands. he focuses his mouth on your clit while his fingers stretch and fuck your cunt and you taste like honey, pouring into his mouth as he laps it all up and milks you for everything you could give him.

“cum for me, princess.” his muffled voice shoots through your core like lightening, and you feel that coil in your gut reaching its height. you’re almost there, you’re so close, you’re so fucking close— “make a mess all over daddy’s face, come on. thaaaat’s it, baby, gimme all of it… don’t hold back and fucking squirt for me.”

he curls his fingers inside you, and the coil snaps like a bullet shot right through you. your orgasm crashes into your body as every muscle inside you seizes, your cries and whimpers unrestrained and nearly deafening. tremours reck through your figure as suguru coaxes everything out of you with sweet praises, till you squirt all over his face and fingers and you collapse against his desk, sending several important documents and utensils clattering against the carpet.

“shit…!” your eyes barely register suguru’s form hastily rushing to his feet, stumbling and lightheaded, his face and shirt absolutely drenched in your cum as his fingers unbuckle his belt. you see his cock spring out from his boxers when he pulls them down, and in your fucked out daze, you admire how pretty it looks. the pink tip smacks against his toned stomach, the length of it thick and twitching as he grips your thighs and he’s so fucking big. fuck, you start to panic, but your body’s far too weak for you to move quickly, barely able to lean up against your elbows while he folds your legs up against your chest — “wait, sir, not yet, i— haaah!”

your mind blanks, your vision shoots white as his cock bullies its way into your pussy, still sensitive from him eating you out before and a cry erupts out from your chest. above you, suguru’s expression contorts and he groans loudly as he sinks deeper into your cunt. your gummy walls clench down on him as if to keep him out, squeezing him so tightly that his knees nearly give out underneath him. “aaaahh, fuck, (y/n), your pussy feels so fucking good.”

he’s too impatient to give you time to adjust, you just feel so good clamping down on him the way you do and he pounds you, fucking into you relentlessly while you writhe and cry beneath him. “fuck!! sir—!! s-slow down— ahh! haah! ‘m still— still sensitive— ngaahh!”

“sorry, princess.” he huffs, folding your legs further down into your chest and pivoting his pelvis to reach inside you deeper, deeper until he pounds your cervix and you jolt as if you’d been shocked. you have to grab the edge of the desk to keep yourself from sliding from underneath him as he relentlessly fucks into you. “your pussy jus’ feels too good, fuck. ‘s like this pretty cunt was made jus’ for my cock.”

how perfect you look folded underneath him like this, breasts bouncing and tears pooling from your eyes as your body trembles and shakes from the overstimulation. how your hair messily flails underneath you, your clothes all bunched up and your stockings shredded and your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you senselessly wail, fuck, you look so damn hot. “i know you can take it princess,” he coons, stilling his hips as he pushes all the way inside you, pinning you down when you try to squirm. “c’mon, pretty girl…” slowly, he pulls out and slams back into you — once, twice, over and over, each time your walls tightening and squeezing ravenously. “you got this. you’re doing so good for me, soooo so good. you like how my cock feels inside baby? does it feel good fucking up your pretty little pussy?”

“yes…!” with teary eyes, you look up at him, your response short of senseless and incomprehensible as you choke out a sob through your pleasure. “yes, yes, yes, yes, sir, feels so fucking good!”

“shhh, shhh, i know baby,” suguru coos down at you, grinding slow, sweet circles against your core before picking up his pace. the sudden change catches you unprepared and you shout, hands flailing to his biceps and clawing into his skin as he caged your body beneath him. “you’ve been so good for me already, aah, can you gimme one more? cum one more time for me pretty baby, jus’ one more for me.”

as if at his command, you feel that familiar tension take hold of your body as he drills into your cunt, so sudden and without warning as it crashes over you. you squeal, babbling his name over and over as your pussy creams all over his cock, your gasps drawing little air as your orgasm tears through you and leaving you breathless.

“thaaaaat’s it, shit. just like that.” he praises you through stuttering breaths, cooing at you sweetly as you come dkw. from your high. you’re positively fucked out of your mind with tears falling freely from your eyes and drool smearing your cheeks, snd the sight of you like this beneath him, the feeling of your pussy milking around his cock, it’s enough to send him over the edge.

“fuck…!”

his body twitches as his cum spurts inside your pussy, warm and thick and so, so much of it comes out, painting your insides white. your chests heaving in unison, suguru finally collapses on top of your chest, and he’s just every bit of a mess as you are. both of you are absolutely spent of every drop, endorphins coursing through your veins as the adrenaline exists your systems. your eyes seek out his to find him already staring at you with a cheeky grin, your own face flushing with embarrassment while he presses butterfly kisses against your stomach.

“d-did, um…” it’s hard to get the words out, your lungs still very much fighting for air, but you cheekily grin at the man, your boss, kneeling between your legs, and dare to allow your hands to run through his disheveled hair. “was i… able to help?”

suguru weakly chuckles, and your heart flutters a bit at the sight of crinkles forming on his nose. “you did, (y/n).” smiling, he rises to his feet and leans down to kiss you, pressing a hand down on your tummy and pushing down. he feels you writhing beneath his palm as his cum leaks out of you. “trus’ me, ‘s just what i needed.”

© mambalae-s — rb’s + feedback are greatly appreciated!

When MILES first stepped foot into the Spider-Society, he was amazed by the amount of Spiderpeople around him. While he was walking and talking with Gwen, he notices a familiar behind her that passed by.

He immediately paused, Gwen urged him to move forward but he's frozen in place. Not far away, he sees your unforgettable smile as you talk with one of the many Spidermen around. "Gwen, is that.."

At first, she gave him a confused look before she followed his gaze and realized exactly what he was looking at. "Miles.. you know it's not them, come on." But even as she tugs on his wrist, he's almost stuck in a trance as he watches you laugh and playfully nudge the person you're with.

At some point, it didn't take you long to see the stranger staring at you as if you're his dead lover that's happy and alive in another universe.. which really wasn't far off. You turn a bit over and wave, smiling a little as Miles' heart twists in a stinging pain.

Only then does he move, mostly because he can't bare to see that smile. An ever so unecessary reminder of the person he lost.

HOBIE knew there were many variants and all kinds of universes with their Spider-person, the possibilities were limitless.

But he wished they weren't as limitless, as a Spider-variant of you stands infront of him with a smile. "Hobart Brown, right?" You inquired, him nodding his head. "That's so cool! I have my own Hobie in my earth, and you're exactly how he imagines himself as Spiderman!"

He takes off his mask, a rather sad smile as he chuckles and puts his hands on your shoulder. "I'm sure he cares you alot, love." And his heart can't handle seeing you giggle. "I know."

"How about you? How am I in your dimension?"

The question takes him aback, all the while his eyes widening slightly. It was an innocent question, really. But it brings back a wave of memories he tries so hard to forget.

stoner!eren who takes bathroom breaks every class to take hits from his pen.

stoner!eren who hotboxes in his car so much that the smell of weed is practically permanent.

stoner!eren who works at a dispensary but only buys from his plug because he's loyal.

stoner!eren who hooks everyone up with shit.

stoner!eren who constantly smells like weed.

stoner!eren who prefers an indica because he's constantly stressed but if he's out, he likes a good sativa or a hybrid.

stoner!eren who keeps spare lighters and rolling paper in his backpack or car in case anyone needs it.

stoner!eren who took his id picture while he was high because he saw someone on twitter do it and thought they were a fucking genius.

stoner!eren who does his projects/papers on the legalization of weed any chance he gets. does it get annoying for his professors? probably. does he have other ideas that are just as important and meaningful to him and today's society? absolutely. does he care? no.

stoner!eren who tries to make random objects into bongs with his friends. he's had two successes and one failure and he's very proud of that.

stoner!eren who sees you at a party. you're tucked away in a corner listening to other people talk and he thinks you look bored out of your mind. he comes up to you and asks if you want a hit of the joint he just rolled. when you tell him you've never smoked before, he takes you outside so you can smoke in peace.

stoner!eren who makes sure you're okay after every hit you take and offers you water when you cough. he's smoking with you, as well. he would never pass up the opportunity, but he doesn't want to get so high he can't take care of you.

stoner!eren who listens to you when you said you've had enough and checks in on you as he finishes the joint he rolled. when the high starts to hit you, he takes you somewhere to sit.

stoner!eren who thinks you're cute when you're high and giggly. he tells you that which makes you giggle even more. he thinks you're high eyes make you look irresistible, but he keeps that to himself.

stoner!eren who spent the whole night talking to you and watch you loosen up. you guys talked about your music interests and career interests and he found similarities between the two of you. he feels a genuine connection to you which is something he's always been looking for in a person.

stoner!eren who takes you home afterward and makes sure you get inside safely. he wrote his number on a piece of rolling paper and put it in your pocket where you had kept your phone and hopes you see it.

stoner!eren who waited three days for you call. when his phone started ringing during one of his seshes, he answered it not expecting to hear your voice. he tells you to not worry about not seeing the piece of paper and that he was glad you saw it now. he asks you when you're free and if you're up to seeing him sometime. he would never tell you, but he is so fucking nervous. his leg bounces as you explain your schedule to him.

stoner!eren who invites you over for a sesh. to him, that's a perfect date. when you show up, he has everything you could possibly need resting on a quilt blanket in the corner of his apartment. there's a window nearby with papers and lighters laying on the windowsill. he plays r&b music from his speaker as he rolls. after you finish the joint, he sticks the roach into a jar and grabs your hand. he leads you to his balcony and motions for you to sit as he sits down. you watch the city life i'm comfortable silence before your high makes you start rambling.

stoner!eren who grabs your chin while you're still speaking and forces you to look at him. as your eyes meet his, your voice trails off and he thinks that's oh-so adorable. he leans in slowly and plants a kiss on your lips and pulls away. he doesn't take it any further and you're bummed about it. really, he's just testing the waters and seeing if you were into him like he's into you.

stoner!eren who gives into a heated make out session after you practically tackle him. you're laying on top of him as your lips move in tandem, tongues gliding together. your fingers tangle in his brown locks while his hands make their way to your thighs, gripping and caressing them softly.

stoner!eren who lays back down on the balcony after you leave. he smiles to himself as he reminisces on absolutely everything.