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you might not be sweet...but these three have decided you'll be their treat tonight!
synopsis: attending a frat party for Halloween sounds fun...until all your flings show up when you're trying to seduce someone else!
pairing: frat!Gojo, guitarist!Geto, tutor!Nanami x f!Reader
content: mdni, SMUT SMUT SMUT!, foursome, costumes, reader sleeps around a LOT, rough sex, every hole filled, SO MUCH JEALOUSY, sukuna mentioned, drinking/smoking, casual sex, sleeping around, frat parties, making out, oral sex (m! receiving), unprotected piv sex, anal fingering + sex, being manhandled, creampies, possessive men, nanami is so done with all of them but this is gojo's best night ever lmfao, so much bickering, facial, FILTHY FILTHY STUFF!!
a/n: art is by @/thatsallitchief + divider by @/petalpxl !!
You might look an angel. But you weren't going to be acting like one tonight.
What better excuse was there than Halloween to dress up in as little as possible?
Wearing a flimsy white scrap of fabric that barely passed for a dress, a crooked halo delicately fixed on top of your hair as the tiny wings you strapped on fluttered with every step. Ignoring the stares sticking to glitter shimmering on your skin, reflecting the low streetlights as you stumbled out of your friend's car onto the front lawn of the nicest frat house. A warm buzz already burning underneath your chest from pre-gaming earlier, a tight ball of desire that was starting to pulse and grow fangs of its own as your heels sunk into the grass.
"So, who's the lucky guy tonight?" Yuki giggled, poking your halo back into place.
You'd been the lucky one lately.
Juggling three different men of all different flavors.
Satoru Gojo, the pretty playboy president of the frat club, had fingered you stupid in a dark closet during seven minutes in heaven last weekend. Nanami Kento, your cute history tutor let you give him a handjob in the library after class on Tuesday. And your personal favorite, resident guitarist in a local rock band, Suguru Geto, ate you out backstage after one of his shows just two days ago.
But none of them were more than pretty friends with prettier benefits. Just fun flings. Guys you filled your spare time with.
"Dunno," you lied, finger reaching up to brush over where your lip gloss was already smeared.
Your target tonight was simple: Ryomen Sukuna.
A guy who dealed pot and a few more illicit substances in the corner of frat parties, lips wrapped around a beer while he pocketed the cash he was slipped.
But you heard he had a really big dick - and honestly?
Size did matter.
Especially when the only thing you wanted to suck on tonight wasn't candy.
"Sure," Yuki giggled, looping her arm in yours to pull you out of the way when some drunk dickhead almost spilled his beer on you as he slurred an apology.
Maybe you should've taken it as a sign.
The universe trying to subtly say, 'Hey, this is a bad fucking idea, by the way.'
In your own defense, you never thought all three of them would be here.
Nanami never showed up to parties, like, period. Suguru was too cool for something like this, probably back in his dorm or at some bar with a cute girl in an equally exposing costume flirting for his attention. Satoru, well, you thought he might come, but you figured he'd be wasted by the time you made your appearance. Easy to slip past.
Except, it seemed someone was waiting for you.
Who apparently must have bribed one of your friends to find out what you were wearing tonight judging by the flimsy white fabric he had loosely fastened into a toga and the much bigger angel wings attached to his back, the only part of his costume that was actually store-bought. His halo was shiny and silver and made of what looked fucking tinfoil, standing out above his fluffy white hair and about to fall off at any second.
Satoru was standing by the front door, holding a huge candy bowl and proudly passing it to some frat initiate next to him the second he saw you.
"There's my girl," he happily purred, slinging an arm around your shoulder.
You rolled your eyes, shrugging him off with an exaggerated sigh. It wasn't that you really minded his flirting - but you didn't need everyone here to think you were his. Satoru's words carried weight, more than he actually realized.
"You wish," you teased, batting your lashes and pushing past him to walk through the cracked-open door. The music you could hear from the street was jarring inside, bass thumping loud enough you could feel it in your bones as Yuki slipped out to go greet someone else.
Satoru was harder to shake off.
"You know I do," he hummed, following close behind you, his own angel wings making everyone else skirt around him in a wide berth.
He plucked out one of your feathers feather with a light laugh, the one that always seemed to take up space in your head after you heard it. You swatted at his hand, but he was already holding it over your head like it was fucking mistletoe.
"C'mon, sweetheart," he hummed. "Just one kiss for your favorite guy?"
Currently, you would rank him like number four or maybe even five, but you bit your tongue. Didn't have it in you to correct him. Got up on your tip toes to press a begrudging kiss on the corner of his mouth instead.
"Happy?"
"For now," he grinned.
You let him tug you into the kitchen, listening to him ramble on about someone you wanted to meet later. You didn't ask how he was planning on introducing you - and honestly, you didn't want to know.
For a guy who could have any girl on campus, he seemed awfully inclined to tack on a label to something you were both better off leaving unnamed.
Why ruin a nice thing?
Turn sloppy make outs and occasional casual sex into anything that could be construed as serious?
People were shouting his name as you passed by, one of those wide grins creeping across his face as his halo nearly fell off with how much he kept swiveling his head to greet his friends and the other girls who wanted to fuck him.
They could have him tonight.
You casually replied back to whatever he was chatting to you about, nodding and keeping an eye out for a head of pink hair while he rummaged through the fridge and pulled out some drinks. One of his frat bothers came up, leaning in to ask about how many kegs they had as Satoru rolled his eyes.
You managed to slip away before he even finishing cracking open his hard lemonade. Glancing over your shoulder at the irritatingly cute way his nose scrunched up at the sour taste at his first sip.
There was some foreign uncomfortable pressure in your chest, squeezing all your organs as you snuck out - forcing yourself to set your mind back on your mission.
It only took five minutes to find him.
Sukuna was reclining on a couch in one of the back rooms, thick thighs spread and smoking a blunt while heavy music blasted in the background. He hadn't bothered with anything other than his typical lazy outfit, a long-sleeved shirt clinging to his chest, loose jeans ripped and torn.
His head tilted to the side, a tiny smirk curling up on his lips as you walked over, wobbling on your heels as you pretended to be just a smidge more drunk than you really were so you'd be able to get away with more. Have an excuse in case you got rejected, easily slotting yourself in the empty spot next to him as his eyes dragged over your costume.
"Can I help you?" He grunted, like he wasn't considering what his dick might look like between your tits.
You looked down at the roll still perched between his fingers and then up to his lips.
"We could help each other," you slyly suggested, letting the implication hang in the air and biting your bottom lip.
"Oh yeah?" He arched a brow, still feigning nonchalance, but you knew better.
You had him.
He patted his lap, and it was so easy to toss your legs over his. He didn't touch you yet - let you do the work of scooting closer while he held out his blunt.
All you needed to do was wrap your lips around it. Except you got caught in the act.
"If you wanted some weed, I would've bought it for you," someone dryly commented behind you, and your manicured fingers paused above the blunt before you could reach out and grab it.
Throwing a look over your shoulder, angel wings fluttering as your eyes locked onto your second problem of the evening.
Suguru was smiling at you, perched all pretty on another man's lap, but it was hollow. The way his lips curled up was more like a smirk, one that spelled out trouble. He'd chosen some cheesy priest costume this year, as if he wasn't hoping to be worshipped himself.
"I'm just looking for a little fun," you hummed, daring him to say something else.
Suguru wasn't like Satoru. They were sorta similar, in a funny way, although you weren't sure if they even knew each other. Carried the kind of gravity that sucked you in. Satoru's was light, airy, playful like you were just animals batting back-and-forth with each other. Suguru?
He was closer to a panther, watching you with those dark eyes, waiting to strike and get you underneath his paw.
"You think you'll find it here?" He challenged, and you bit the inside of your cheek to stop your smile. He knew you wouldn't be able to resist the temptation of taking him up on whatever he was offering.
"You're the worst," you groaned, giving in before he could pick a fight and completely ruin your chance with Sukuna.
God, he knew how to derail your plans. With him though, you didn't really mind. Not when you could see if he was planning on putting those thick fingers to use for something other than strumming his stupid guitar.
You untangled yourself from Sukuna with a sigh, squeezing his thigh as you stood up. Suguru didn't step in how Satoru probably would have, waited for you to get close enough before one of his huge hands pressed down on the small of your back beneath your fake wings.
"Hey," Sukuna called out, and you barely concealed your own smirk when you looked back.
"Oh yeah?" You mimicked him. Tilting your head innocently, batting your lashes as cute as you could.
"I'll see you around."
You'd make sure of that.
Suguru stiffened, and you caught the way his mouth twitched before his thumb dug into your spine. He was pretty when he was jealous. The little pinch in his brows. The subtle clench of his jaw.
As if he didn't have his own fan club of sorority girls chasing after him.
He noticed you staring as he led you out of the room, squeezing in between passing people and up the stairs, his dark eyes swirling as they kept shifting down to see if you were still looking.
"What?" He asked, as if he didn't know.
"You're cute," you commented, shrugging a little bit.
"I thought I was the worst?" He teased, and you tried not to laugh.
Struggling to keep a straight face when his hand drifted lower, dancing over the curve of your ass right as he knocked twice on a door down the hall before pushing it open, peeking in first to make sure no one was inside.
And then he was dragging you to the bed, half-flopping down before pulling you on top of him. A hand on your ass, under your dress, possessive as you straddled him and got comfortable. A hint of annoyance still clinging to the corners of his mouth at the thought Sukuna got to have you on his lap first.
Even if he hadn't gotten a taste.
"What do you think you're doin' with a guy like that?" He asked, attempting to pull off your wings. For a guy who looked like he was ready to preach about heaven, you had a sinking feeling he wanted to drag you to hell with him.
"I don't know what I'm doing with a guy like you," you retorted, echoing him just to get a soft chuckle out. Dragging your finger down his chest, feeling for where his pants were underneath the dark tunic - and that thick bulge barely hidden, just waiting for your palm to press down.
"You want me to remind you?"
All it took was a smile for him to give up on plucking your wings to pull out his cock. It was one of the thicker ones you'd seen, a long vein pulsing all pretty along the side as pre-cum collected around his tip.
But before you could do anything with it, his hand was on your side, dragging you in for a kiss. Demanding, tongue on your teeth and hand in your hair, tethering you to him with soft kisses that didn't taste drunk.
Maybe a little hint of something sweet, but no nasty aftertaste of beer or alcohol clinging to him when he deepened it, sucking on your bottom lip like he'd die if he didn't.
His kisses ventured south - and it didn't take long for him to yank your tits free from your corset. Wrapping his mouth around one to suck hard, sharp canines grazing over your sensitive nipple while you whined his name.
Suguru was never sloppy, but he wasn't as precise as he usually was during your typical hookups. Dragging his tongue over the sore spots his teeth left, remarking the same places like he was just having fun.
Your chest was warm, pleasant heat drifting down to your core as you glanced around the room. It was dark, only the headlights of passing cars and the warm yellow lights street lamps bleeding through the window to illuminate the soft blue of the wrinkled comforter underneath you, dorky posters of characters you didn't know plastered on all the walls.
Suguru wasn't in a frat - but you guessed maybe it was his friend's room. You preferred not to hookup with a guy in their own bed. They got ideas of you being theirs.
But this wasn't a bad loophole.
"I don't like the idea of sharing you," Suguru confessed, his cock throbbing underneath you when your weight shifted down.
"Too bad," you teased, smirking as he barely stifled his own groan at the contact.
He might've made you eat those words - but the universe seemed to have something to say about it too.
The door swung open and someone too familiar stumbled in.
Your heart sank to your fucking ass. Staring at the open door, Satoru's hazy blue eyes sharpening fast the second they landed on you on top of someone else.
"Baby," he breathed. "I'm wounded."
Before you could say anything, Suguru was sitting up with an exaggerated scoff. Still holding you in place, but pulling you up against his chest to hide your breasts from Satoru. Oblivious that he had already seen them.
"How many times have I told you not to call me baby?" Suguru grinded his back molars, exhaling hard as his fingers sank deeper into your back. You blinked, trying to process what that meant before Satoru was rolling his eyes.
"I was talking to her," he huffed, pointing at you.
"You're sleeping with him?" Suguru fixed you in a hard frown, head snapping between the two of you like he couldn't conceive it.
"That's supposed to be my line," Satoru retorted, hands on his hip, moving a little to call attention to his wings like he was trying to show off the fact you were unfortunately matching him in front of Suguru.
"You guys, um, know each other?" You awkwardly asked, as if it wasn't obvious. Satoru snorted.
"Apparently not as well as you," Suguru muttered, more jealous than he started off as.
"Don't be mean to my princess," Satoru defensively said, and you both swiveled to stare blankly at him.
"I'm not-" You started, about to hold up your hand before he kept talking.
"Did you really ditch me for Suguru?" He whined, walking over casually, like he was ready to just fucking climb in bed with the two of you.
"No," you shook your head, avoiding the actual answer.
Suguru laughed though, and you shot him a glare to shut up. His dark eyes had narrowed though, amusement glittering in them as he leaned in.
"Seriously? You and that idiot?" Suguru chided, all low and a little sleazy, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear.
"Hey," Satoru pouted, standing directly in front of you now, pulling your attention back to him with two firm fingers on your chin. "I can hear you too, y'know."
"I know," Suguru sharply replied. Daring him to do something, as he continued in a low drawl. "You've got terrible taste, pretty girl."
"Clearly if she wants you," Satoru scrunched his nose up again to argue.
"She wanted Sukuna earlier," Suguru ratted you out, and you felt the pulse of his cock, the bite to his voice that made it clear he was itching to claim you.
"What?" Satoru's perky voice dropped into something sharp enough to skewer your heart.
"Caught her on his lap," Suguru revealed, like he was letting him in on some juicy bit of gossip.
"Were you gonna fuck him on my sheets too?" He bluntly asked, pretty lips pushed together as he leaned in close enough for his nose to nudge against yours.
The tension was too thick to slice through, filling up your lungs when you sucked in a shaky breath. An even worse idea than your initial one starting to form as your eyes flicked between each man.
The only thing better than one hot guy was two, wasn't it?
"What are you guys gonna do about it?"
You felt Suguru's smirk against your throat before Satoru chuckled, surprisingly deep as he cupped your cheek.
"You really wanna find out?"
You were really in trouble now. Had fucked around and found out just how much your flings could take before they were finished.
Literally and figuratively and soon-to-be stuffed with proof of just how screwed with you.
But their hands were too nice to ever say no to. Their mouths latched all over your body, throwing jabs at each other while they pulled-and-pushed you between them. A blur of fingers and cocks and tongues, your angel wings and panties discarded somewhere on the floor so you could be stretched out on Suguru's thick digits. Scissoring you open just to replace it with his unfairly large dick, dragging it against his walls and bucking his hips up so you kept falling forward on his chest. Relying on him for support while Satoru painted your back and shoulders with hickies, his chest against your back so you were stuck between them.
And then Satoru straining to reach past you to pull out a bottle of lube, softly muttering that he could satisfy you more than either of them ever could - only earning a scoff from Suguru.
"How do, um, you guys know each other?" You stammered out the question, breathing heavily between each word, eyeing where Satoru had stationed himself behind you as he squeezed an intimidating amount on his palm, already rubbing some on his cock before his cold hand started drifting down your ass. Skimming over your other hole, previously unbreached before he slowly started pushing the tip of a finger in.
He hesitated, testing the waters to see if you wanted it before you nodded yes, as if anal was a fucking peace offering.
"We've been best friends since high school," Satoru easily replied, like this was a conversation you were having in class instead of while you were being fucked and fingered.
"D-do you guys do this, like, a lot?" You asked, eyes scrunching shut as Suguru's tip grinded against a sweet spot inside of you, your nails digging into his chest for purchase as Satoru continued his steady exploration of the other parts of you.
"Do you?" Suguru remarked, his next thrust accidentally forcing Satoru's fingers further in time with him, a pathetic little whine torn from the back of your throat as you clawed at him again.
Your lips were stuck in a permanent part, about to say no, but you couldn't find it in yourself to form a single coherent word as Satoru readjusted just enough to slot another finger in your ass, the searing stretch rewiring your brain until you could only think about how fucking full you felt.
It wasn't exactly uncomfortable, but teetering on the brink of brain-breaking as he started to pump his fingers in and out, the weight of his chest starting to press down as he swirled them around just enough you could feel the thin barrier between him and Suguru straining to contain both of them. A new kind of intense you never experienced before, hyper aware of each and every movement and still lost in all of it.
"You think you can handle the real thing, baby?" Satoru tempted you, his mouth pressing a painfully soft kiss to your shoulder before his tongue licked a clean stripe up your neck. Making you shiver, seeking their warmth like a second skin.
"Mm, mhm," you mindlessly moaned, a tiny little whimper escaping when his fingers slid out and something even more enticing pressed against the base of your ass instead.
At least he wasn't as thick as Suguru was.
Unfortunately for you though?
He was longer.
The new stretch was brutal, but the lube and his fingers managed to loosen you up enough that the sting of his cock slowly sliding in was pleasurable instead of painful.
Suguru's mouth was back on yours, capturing you in reverent kisses while Satoru worshipped you from behind, slow strokes eventually picking up the pace, messy squelches and lewd moans drowned out by the party still thumping outside. Although if someone was standing on the other side of the wall, they might have heard the bed frame constantly knocking into it in time with their mean thrusts.
You were folded almost flat between them. Knees digging into the wrinkled blankets, thighs still spread wide as both their dicks dug in deeper. Drool probably leaking out of your lips before Suguru lapped it up.
"Am I not good enough for you?" Satoru huffed in your ear, teeth nipping at you while you were splayed in this position, buried in your ass while he nagged you about his feelings.
"I jus' don't w-want a boyfriend right now," you managed, slurring half your words when your lungs could barely get any air in them. Suguru's cock felt like it was fucking lodged in your throat, insides being rearranged by both of them.
"But if you did-"
And because your night wasn't messy enough, the door swung open for the second time tonight.
Your knight in cardboard armor had arrived.
And Nanami Kento was not happy at what he walked into.
His favorite tutoring student being sandwiched between morons number one and two. And maybe math wasn't your best subject either, but it wasn't hard to calculate that he didn't approve.
"Ken," you started, batting your lashes like both your holes weren't being filled. Like you could manage more than broken thinking and begging when you couldn't even breathe.
As if Satoru wasn't still halfway in your ass where he could see the filthy connection between your bodies.
"God, do not tell me that you've been hooking up with him too," Satoru whined. "He's the fucking frat treasurer."
Somehow, you missed that memo.
"Maybe?" You offered, both dicks inside you throbbing and pulsing as Suguru snickered. His own jealousy only overwritten by his amusement at Satoru being more jealous.
As if this was a competition he'd ever win by being nonchalant.
"Your presence was requested downstairs," Kento dryly said, his annoyed stare settling on Satoru, arms folding across his chest.
"Sorta busy, man," Satoru huffed, but your heart pulsed at the way Nanami started to turn.
"Unless you wanna join too?" You called out all airy and soft, watching his shoulders freeze.
"Are you suggesting I-?" He stopped himself, pushing the bridge of his glasses higher up on his nose while you stuck out your bottom lip.
"What? Are you scared?" Satoru eagerly joined in, ready to ragebait Nanami or call him a pussy for passing on yours.
"No," Kento scoffed, a faint hint of pink blooming underneath his cheeks.
"We could always see if Sukuna wants to join since you liked his attention so much," Suguru sarcastically added, that familiar edge in his honeyed hum, his cock grinding in deeper, kissing your cervix to make you whimper in front of the blond.
"This is a horrible idea," Kento muttered, and you were inclined to agree. But he just locked the door - throwing away his better judgment for the night.
The only thing all three of them seemed to agree on was their dislike for him. Or maybe just their want for you.
Kento stopped at the edge of the bed, as if touching it would mean he was just as bad as the rest of you. Your eyes hesitantly looked up to meet his, but instead of disgust waiting for you, it was just the faintest flicker of disappointment drowning in an amber sea of something much stronger.
Desire.
He knew he never had all of you. And he'd make due with what you could give him.
Right now? That meant your throat.
It was a little awkward at first, but then he was pulling his dick free too, one knee on the bed to position himself at the right height for where your face was. Although Suguru side-eyed the pale member, making sure it didn't get too close to him before your lips parted, tongue out and ready.
"Y'know," Satoru unhelpfully chimed in behind you. "It's bigger than I thought it'd be."
"Shut up," Kento hissed through gritted teeth before he stuck his dick in your mouth like he was trying to get you to stop talking instead.
But you took it, cheeks hollowing out as you sucked on him, barely keeping your own teeth from grazing him when your body was being tugged three different ways. His strong fingers tangling in your hair to pull you in, cock bobbing in the back of your throat. Suguru's hands on your side to hold you in place while he pumped you full. Satoru's full weight on your back keeping you pinned there for all of them to fuck.
"Your mouth's better than your hand," Kento slyly murmured, and Mr. Cool and Collected underneath you snapped, his dark brows furrowing together and throwing his competition a seething glare.
"How romantic," Suguru retorted, all snarky as you struggled to breathe through your nose.
You didn't think you'd ever done anything so filthy.
And you only wanted more, body trembling and shaking as you whined and whimpered for them. You could feel the sinful way you were squeezing down on Satoru and Suguru, the wall barely separating and holding both of them in as they dragged themselves in-and-out over and over again. All your sounds muffled by the girth of Kento pressed up against the roof of your mouth. You didn't even know whose name you would moan if you could.
Completely and utterly filled, their words going in one ear and out the other as you took their thrusts.
You had no idea who came first.
Maybe Satoru? Or Suguru? Both?
Overwhelmed by sudden warmth down between your thighs, deep groans as someone's fingers found your clit. You were pretty sure it was the former, judging by the sloppy little circles being rubbed over the sensitive bud. Messy massages, just as desperate and needy as you were as he moaned your name into your skin, his teeth sinking down on your shoulder as he worked you closer to a climax.
"Come on, sweetheart," he purred, pleading. "Cum for me, okay?"
You still didn't have the heart to tell him no.
With the pressure of his fingers, his arm wrapped around your waist to get better access, or maybe just from how full you were, the rubber band barely holding you together snapped hard and fast.
The noise it ripped from you sounded like some animal, all strangled and raw, the reverberations making Kento cum too, warm ropes of cum shot down your throat, nearly making you choke. The veins against your tongue throbbing briefly before he abruptly pulled out like your gag concerned him just for another thick spurt of it to suddenly coat your face.
Satoru's fingers were still underneath you, still rubbing you through it, Suguru's voice coaxing you and offering pretty praises while Kento cursed, pumping his cock as the last of it dripped out on your lips.
You felt like a puddle. Reduced down to something limp and boneless, collapsed on Suguru's chest while Nanami cleaned you up, grabbing a pair of boxers from the closest drawer after asking Satoru if it was actually fresh. Suguru was saying something to his friend too, but he was preoccupied pulling out of your sore ass, his fingers disappearing from your front as he shifted off of you. Someone was brushing your hair from your face, but your eyes were closed, lashes still fluttering as exhaustion set into your bones. Cum still leaking down your thighs, probably a mess soaking into Satoru's sheets, a mix of all of you.
Maybe you didn't get to fuck Sukuna. But surely this was better, wasn't it?
You could just try again next party.
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BUTTT not me but my friend liked a guy and we found out through my other friend that he couldn’t get it up because he was addicted to porn like genuinely disgusting she blocked him on everything that same day
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when i was a freshman in high school i had a senior trying to text me and in the middle of a COMPLETELY normal conversation he tried to roleplay like *this*as if he was there trying to seduce me with the worst emoticons and i just remember being so YUCKED out with pure cringe and thinking like dude you’re eighteen what are you doing
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reading through your green flag gojo post and stumbling upon yeti!gojo again … ohh mama i love a yearner. i love your brain so so much pls kiss mee
yeti!gojo was some of the most fun i've ever had on here the entire time i wrote it i just could NOT believe you guys were indulging me that much LMFAOOOOO like why is he one of the most green-flag gojos i've ever written and he's literally a YETI
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Just gotta say I LOVE the ego death titles of the upcoming NOPA chapters 😩💗 BUT YOU HAVE ME SCARED FOR THE PARACHUTE CHAPTER 😭 pls say they catch her 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼
not to make you more nervous but i have had the chapter for parachute in my drafts since october LMFAOOOOO so if that tells you anything about how much im looking forward to it 😭😭
' all the ways we say i love you ' pt.3
wherein the men get jealous, possessive and painfully aware of their own mistakes.
tw : jealousy, hurt/no comfort, poor communication, possessiveness, regret beginning to set in, men facing the fallout of their own actions, reader standing her ground
part 1 part 2
a/n : part 3 is finally hereeeeeeeee how are we feeling chat???
i owe everyone an apology for the alarming number of insta story reposts in this chapter. i swear i spent HOURS trying to figure out how to translate five different jealousy scenarios into a smau format without making them all feel identical 😭
what do we think? do we call it off or forgive them?
𓈒⊹ mdni fluff + silly misunderstandings. reader is a lovergirl. slight yandere suguru. 𓈒⊹
All you really wanted was for him to like you back.
It was pathetic. A foolish girl’s dream wished upon a few too many falling stars.
Staring at the seams of the stained glass window overlooking the quaint village outside, sighing to yourself as you waited to be called into his office.
How many fates were worse than being condemned to a side character in your favorite romance novel? One where you would soon be forced to watch the second male lead you loved so much fall for the leading lady while you were stuck working all day and slumming it in the shitty dorms of the mage’s tower all night?
Even though you had access to magic now, you were barely an amateur, making low-level potions for them to sell to merchants rather than anything remotely cool or exciting.
“He’s ready to see you now.”
Shit.
You didn’t have your story rehearsed.
How the hell were you supposed to explain why you had stolen a handful of restricted books from their archives to research opening a portal back to your real world?
You nervously nodded, brushing down your skirt as you followed his assistant back into his office, sneaking a peek up at the beautiful man behind the desk.
Suguru Geto.
The most talented mage in the past fifty years. Dark hair spilling down his back, half of it tied up in a messy bun that still managed to look deliberate, thin glasses perched on the bridge of his beautiful nose. You didn’t think there was anything about him that wasn’t beautiful.
He came down to the level where you worked a few times a day, always offering warm smiles and murmuring things in that honeyed tone of his, checking in on how everything was going with the rest of the workers. Sometimes you thought he even looked at you, convinced you caught a glimpse of his gaze on your skin only for him to be focused on someone else every time you glanced back.
Sometimes he left treats for everyone. Ordered a round of drinks for the room when you were at the tavern next door.
But you never thought he really noticed you. Until now.
God, you were so going to be fired.
You knew he'd never like you. Not the way he would love her once the story you had the misfortune of getting sucked into started. So why the hell did you have to be punished for just trying to go home?
Even in a place like this where magic existed, you sincerely doubted he'd believe you if you confessed you belonged to another world where this was all just a book.
"Sneaking into the archives is a fireable offense," he spoke sternly, pulling off his glasses to look up at you with soft purple eyes. "Stealing tomes-"
"I'm sorry," you blurted out, your voice coming out all squeaky as you bowed your head with apology.
Maybe if you seemed remorseful enough-
"You weren't trying to sell them on the black market, were you?" He asked, his sharp tone nearly making you flinch as you starting wildly waving your hands in denial.
"No, of course not, I just-" You gasped, taken aback at his accusation just to clamp your lips shut before you could tell him the truth.
"You just what?"
"I just wanted to study some of the spells in it," you muttered, an awkward half-truth.
"Like the love spells?" He asked, your face scrunching up in confusion as you scrambled for a new defense.
What use did he think you have for a love spell?
Your cheeks were heating up, embarrassment coursing through you as you considered the possibility your crush wasn't nearly as subtle as you previously believed.
"N-no," you mumbled, cringing at how unbelievable you sounded.
"You're a cute girl," he murmured, and you wanted to dissolve into a puddle on the spot, a little whimper threatening to leave your throat as he pushed back his chair and stood up. "Why do you need a spell to get someone to love you?"
"I really wasn't-"
"The date you took it out was the same day the prince came by to visit," he commented, as if he was making a connection your humiliated brain was struggling to comprehend. "Was it for him?"
Just when you thought it couldn't get worse, he was convinced that you were a loser so in love with a man out of your league that you were willing to cast a spell to capture his heart.
"Am I being fired?" You impulsively asked, itching to just go back to your room and collect the meager handful of belongings you had and leave before your pride could take another hit. You'd rather go be a waitress or find work somewhere else than live like this.
"I was thinking of a reassignment," he hummed, a hint of a sly smile curling up on his lips as you contemplated just quitting instead. It's not like he'd expend any energy searching for you if you ran away either.
"Reassignment?" You nervously echoed, fiddling with your fingers.
"I've been needing a new apprentice," he murmured, shrugging his shoulders as his robes fluttered around him. Dignified. A dangerous glint in his swirling stare as it seared straight through to your shaking soul. "I appreciate your, ah, unconventional thirst for knowledge."
"Really, I, uh, couldn't dream of accepting," you tried to insist, caught off guard again as he effortlessly disarmed all the excuses you'd been preparing. "I'm flattered, but I'm not nearly skilled enough-"
"His Highness comes to visit me regularly," he added, as if it sweetened his offer, and you wondered if he could feel the heat of your humiliation burning you up from across the room. "I can't allow you to test your spells on him, of course, but-"
"I wouldn't do that," you protested, nearly stomping your foot in frustration as your lips pushed out in a pout.
He paused, smiling nonchalantly as he pulled out a paper from the thick stack on his desk and dipped his quill in ink, holding both out for you.
"Uh-huh," he hummed. "Please sign here to confirm your new assignment. It comes with a higher pay and a better dorm."
"I would be working directly under you?" You asked, swallowing hard as you eyed the parchment.
"Learning from the very best," he confirmed, eyes crinkling softly as he tilted his head to the side.
Spending your shifts by his side instead of the back of the sidelines.
Even if he thought your heart was in someone else's hands.
Perhaps that was for the best.
You'd be forced to move on if you were faced with proof of his disinterest every single day.
"Okay," you anxiously accepted, nervously walking over to his desk, leaning over to take the quill from his hands and sign your name by the X. "If you're sure you want me."
"I want you."
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More than you knew.
Suguru ran his fingers over the dried ink of your name, still clinging to the faint traces of your perfume in the air, glancing up at the door you just walked out of as he sighed.
It wasn't his fault you had enraptured him from the first moment he picked up on the strange aura that surrounded you. Who could blame him for being addicted to your shy attention, the adorable affection you were too scared to show him? Shyly staring and sneaking around trying to look up love potions?
He liked your desperation.
How was it any different to devotion?
It was obvious on your face when he asked about the prince that you were trying to just cover up your crush for him.
Was he supposed to not find it cute?
He filed your contract away, an easy smirk curling up on his face as he got one last look at the fine print.
A little love spell of his own. Sealed by your own signature
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