愛と復讐

The backyard of the school was surprisingly very deserted. Not surprising considering everyone had friends that they sit with at the table. You were on your way to your usual spot, a light pep in your steps thinking about the lunch that had your favorite food and also because your day was going abnormally.....normal.

Suddenly an arm shoots out from a classroom and drags you inside. It's as if the person who grabbed you knew that you'd scream and they instantly covered your mouth and whisper "shhh" you immediately cease your struggle as you recognised the voice.

Gojo satoru.

"If i knew any better, I'd say you were avoiding us" he says as he points to himself and his friend, suguru geto who was preched on a desk.

You felt a pang of disappointment because you were so happy with how the day was going. He pins you to the wall, his presence encompassing, as one of his arms cages you in. He has to slightly bend his knees so he can come closer to you, still towering over you. He has that annoying smug expression with his fake ass cheery voice.

Your face had a cute pout as you shook. Your head. "I wasn't...." You replied not being able to make eye contact with your head hung low and fiddling with your thumbs. You're not scared of them. You know the more you try to rile them up, the more you're gonna get in trouble. You learnt it the hard way that gojo satoru and geto suguru thrived on obedience.

Your eyes widen "w-what? I didn't even do anything!!!" Your voice raised slightly at the injustice of it all. "Tut tut that's the second strike" you were about to retaliate again but instantly shut your mouth when you caught suguru's gaze behind gojo. It was as if .. they're waiting for you to mess up so you just swallowed your comebacks. "I'm sorry " you said with all the fake sincerity you can muster.

Gojo sighed "really?? I beg to differ" he says in that grating tone of his as he grabs you jaw and makes you look at him "well anyway you did piss me off so you gotta make up to me"

Gojo busted out laughing at your apology "sorry?? You're sorry?? Too bad a sorry won't save you.."

You were too terrified and frozen in place to answer him. Tears well your eyes. You know you're not getting out of this. How could you have been stupid enough to avoid them!

"I'm hurt sweet cheeks. You ignored us after what happened last time??" Gojo leaned in and sneered. "Guess you need a memory refresher, no?"

Gojo grabs your arm and drags you further into the class. You choke as you sputter out. "I'm sorry! Gojo I'm sorry!! I s-shouldn't have ignored you!!". Voice cracking at the end, tears blurring your vision. You look at geto. Maybe he'd understand  "Geto!! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to-"

He grabbed your wrists and placed it on his crotch where his dick bulged "it's making me even harder. So go ahead and cry"

Your words were cut off when gojo grabbed you and plopped you down on one of the desks.  Hiccups rack your chest and tears wet your cheeks.  "You know....." Gojo reached one of his hands up and wiped your tears with his thumb  "All this crying and begging won't make my dick soft. Infact,..."

"It's all your fault sweetheart. Shouldn't have ignored us" geto shrugged and you felt a pit form in your stomach

You glanced at geto, your doe eyes pleading

Gojo chuckled and leaned in to smash his lips on yours in a kiss. It wasn't soft. It was agressive with him sucking your tongue and biting your lips. Your hands were placed on his chest in an attempt to push him away. But you knew it was only gonna piss him off even more so you opted to just keep them still.

He pulled back to catch his breath and you panted.

"Turn around" he commanded, his voice deep. You almost sobbed but it was no use. They're gonna get what they want, doesn't matter if you consented or not. You do as he says and reluctantly turn around. You spot suguru right on the other side of the desk. When did he get there?

"You're real obident today" he commented

Je was smirking at you like he was enjoying this. You felt rage and something similar to hopelessness form in your stomach. All you could do was just...listen.

Gojo grabbed your hips and yanked them back towards him and kicked your legs open. Your hands were braced on the desk to balance yourself. This was way worse than the last time they did it. Because last time, you fought. You tried to resist and say no but this time... you weren't even trying. Because you knew it was useless.

Your back faced gojo and on the other side was geto , the desk being the only barrier and dread settled in your chest at the realisation.

Gojo satoru and Geto Suguru never took a  no for an answer.

Your lips left a small yelp when you felt gojo's hand trail up your thigh, you skirt riding up to reveal your panties. He let out a low whistle at the sight "Pink bows? So cute..." He mumbled and you hear them both chuckle. He caressed your folds over the panties and teased them. His fingers prodding at your fleshy folds made you tense up. You squirmed around, reaching back to grab his hands.

Geto, who was watching the spectacle the entire time, saw your hands struggle to push him away. You freeze and lift your head up when you heard the familiar sound of a buckle coming undone. Geto unbuckled his belt and pulls them out of the loops and tossed it to gojo.

Gojo, as if on queue caught the belt and gathered your hands to tie them together, effectively immobilizing you.

His hand grabbed the hem of your panties and yanked them down, making them pool around your ankles. He then resumed his fingers on your bare cunt making you whimper and twitch. He continued his ministrations until you were leaking and dripping down your thighs, small  pants of air leaving your mouth

"It's futile, y/n. You're not getting out of this mess"

"G-gojo please....no." your weak protest didn't even register in their brains.

Geto on the other hand, was growing impatient. Impatient of your whining and protest and at the way gojo hogged you for himself.

Geto grabbed your jaw pulling your face up towards him as he smashed his lips on yours. The position made you lean forward towards geto, prompting you to hike one of your legs on the desks. This gave easy access to gojo and your thighs spread apart, giving him a clear view of his fingers disappearing in you.

There was nothing soft about the way they moved. It was agressive and harsh. While gojo occupied your cunt, prodding and scissoring it to strech you open, geto grabbed the collar of your shirt in one hand and yanked it down, the sound of fabric ripping echoes in the room. The shirt tore open as buttons flew everywhere making you gasp in the kiss. He yanked your bra down, making your tits bounce up in his face. Geto groaned at the sight of them and he reached his hands down to twist and pinch them in his fingers. You moan at the feeling of your cunt and tits being abused. Your thighs quivered at rhe sensations and your mind went hazy. You really shouldn't have ignored them .

"Hmm she's dripping sugu, look at this..." Gojo pulled out his fingers, and raised his hand to make a show of them. Your cheeks burned at the sight of his fingers soaked in sticky arousal which dripped down his wrists. You were still on the desk, grounding yourself. A chuckle was heard from geto at the sight of his soaked fingers. "What a slut.."

Gojo placed his hand on your lower back and bent you over the desk your knees still hiked over the desk.

Your breath was knocked out of your lungs at his agressiveness. Your arms were still tied as you groaned at the pain that blossomed when he pushed you down. You tried to squirm away sobbing but one smack on your ass made you still. You cry out from the pain. The position was uncomfortable. Your fron was draped over the table with your hads tied on your lower back and one of your knee propped up the desk

You heard the sound if zipper coming undone from the front and the back as both of the free their cock from the tight confines of their pants. You heard geto hiss and the head of his cock turns red from the lack of attention.

"I hope you learnt to take us both at the same time sweetheart. Be a good girl and show us, hm??" He asked in that faux sweet voice of his which you've come to despise. Before you could say anything, geto inched forward to rub his mushroom tip up and down your lips. A brief thought of biting it off crossed your mind but you quickly shut it off, knowing it won't end well for you.

"Open up. You can choke but don't you dare bite"

Geto ordered and like the good girl you were, you opened your mouth.

You revolted as he slowly pushed the tip in, making you feel utterly violated. He inched in slowly making you feel every ridge in his cock. You choke and sputter around his length, the feeling of something deep in your mouth unfamiliar. He paused.

"Deep breaths from your nose. Loosen your jaw, sweetheart"

You do as he says to avoid choking on his thick cock infiltrating your mouth. He started inching it in again until your nose was touching his pubic hair. He kept you there for a moment as he collected himself. You feel him pulse in your mouth, his groans above you sounded breathy.

Tears drip down your face and he glanced down, his hand reaching to caress your cheek. Geto picked up on your struggle and aversion

"I'm being really patient right now, sweetheart. If it were up to me, I'd just fuck your skull and leave with my cum painting your throat" what a saint.

He said, his voice sounding restrained. He grabbed the hair on the top of your head. His hips move backwards until the tip remains and he slammed it back in again so hard that you felt your brain rattle in your skull. You try not to choke and die and kept  your focus on keeping your jaw slack and breathing through your nose. Geto established a slow rythm, moving in and out of your mouth. The wet sounds of your throat and spit makes it more crude.

Gojo on the other hands, grabbed his cock in his fists, running his hands up and down his length and spreading his pre all over his cock. He placed it between your puffy, slick folds and started grinding. You felt yourself get even more wet. He leaked some of his pre on your folds, which made the squelching sounds even more filthy. Your thighs trembled.

Your hips squirm but his grip on your hips was bruising. He finally notched the head of his cock on your entrance and pushed it all in one go. "Ngh....so tight.. stop pretending like you hate it.."

This made you scream but it came out muffled around geto's cock. Geto groaned at the vibrations from your scream. "Shit... sweetheart.."

The duo paid no mind to your pain of screams. Gojo started rocking his hips in you at a fast pace. The bastard didn't even let you adjust. The sounds of your throat getting fucked, and your cunt being obliterated filled the air. They both moved in perfect sync. One thrusts in and the other pulls out.

The onslaught of the sensations and the feeling of being rammed in continuously made you delirious. Your were completely unmoving, only sounds escaped your body. Your eyes were rolled back when gojo kept hitting that spot in you. He angled his hips to make sure he brushes your gspot every time

Gojo placed his hands on your lower back, making it impossible to move. Just like last time, you were being violated. Your body betrayed you as it gushed around gojo's cock

Geto was the first one to cum. His grip on your hair became harsh and you wince in pain. His voice grew, moans and groans  ringing in your ears. His hips move frantically in you, his cock pulsing on your tongue. He thrusted in all the way, the tip of his cock nudging the back if your throat. You almost gag when he painted your throat white. He came in your mouth with a loud moan. Your throat contracted around him, milking him.

He kept you there, your face in his crotch making it hard to breathe.

"Swallow." He ordered and only pulled out when he finally came down from his high. You make a face at the taste of his cum but swallow his nonetheless. He chuckled at your obedience

"Good girl, swallowed every drop of my cum like the puppy you are". You were too fucked out to register his words

Gojo was almost finished too. They way your tight walls,  no matter how many times they fuck you, clenched around him deliciously. He's obsessed with the way you suck him in. If you knew how he looked above you, he'd die out if embarassment. His eyes were rolled and his head was thrown back in ecstasy.

He can't get enough of you no matter how many times they take you. He felt himself get close and he picked up his pace. He's gonna breed you so bad that his cum would be dripping down your legs for days. The thought alone made him inch closer to the edge and he came with a groan. He let out a pornographic moan when you cum around him sucking him dry. He needed a moment to ground himself as he came back from could nine. Truly, no one will ever compare to how you feel

Geto moved closer and placed his tip on your lips again, his balls resting on your forehead. Gojo lined himself at your entrance and smirked at your devestated face.

He pulled out and cum dripped down your thigh. He felt himself hardern again at the sight. He flipped you around on the desk, and now you were laying on your back with your head hanging down from the edge.

your closed fist raps against the large wooden door -knock, knock. knock- you're not waiting long, hands slipping back into the pockets of your coat before the door opens and gojo's tall frame is filling the doorway.

he already knows why you're here. he's the president of the frat; he knows 97% of everything that goes on in the house, even when he isn't here.

a sly smile slides onto his face before he's stepping out of the way to let you in. "he's in the basement tonight."

"thanks." you slip into the house, the warmth of the heater swallowing the cold clinging to your skin and fading the rosiness from your cheeks.

you quickly make your way to the basement door, slowly opening it to avoid the obnoxious squeak it makes and ignoring gojo's whispered-shout of "tell him to give us some free weed -this isn't fair!"

you make your way down the stairs, avoiding the 4th step from the bottom. it's wobbly, practically begging someone to smack their face onto the concrete floor waiting just steps below.

and there he is. sitting in his rolling chair, back hunched over the desk that's littered with crumbs of green and already measuring out your goods.

you clear your throat softly before walking over, stopping a few feet away. "hey chocho"

it's the nickname you gave him the first time you met him. he never did bother correcting you and you were always able to catch a cherry stain falling onto his cheeks whenever he heard it slip from you.

he doesn't look up right away, still measuring out the goods on his little scale but you catch his quiet murmur as he concentrates on the little numbers displaying. "you're late."

"it's cold out and snowing" you have to fight the urge to roll your eyes, as if he had anything better to do. "i can't risk messing up my pretty face."

there's a moment of comfortable silence before he's snapping open the ziploc bag and dumping his measurements in.

he turns to you, those doe brown eyes meeting yours. "blue dream." arms stretching out to pass you the bag. "for my dream girl."

your heart seizes in your chest for a beat. you catch yourself fidgeting with your fingertips in your pockets. you two are just friends.

but do "just friends" do what this deal was?

you ignore his comment, looking anywhere but him. "normal payment?"

you'd be lying to yourself if you said your heart didn't pick up speed when you were around him or how you'd snap your attention to whoever said his name around you.

"yeah. yeah, normal" choso murmurs, eyes averting from you and standing to unbuckle his belt. "is that still what you want to do?"

a heat pools in your belly at the sight- at the slow drag of leather through each belt loop, the glimpses of skin you're catching. but it's his question, filled with genuine care that does the real damage. the softness of his voice, the light wave of insecurity that you caught causes your chest to tighten.

you shrug off your coat and let it drop to the floor without a second thought. you can't afford to linger tonight- not if you want to keep what's left of your sanity.

"yeah. always, chocho" your voice comes out as whisper as you walk over to be closer to him.

you step closer until the heat of his body bleeds into yours. the basement air feels thicker now, heavy with the sweet and sharp scent of blue dream still clinging to his fingers and the faint musk of arousal already leaking from him. his thighs part, just enough to make room, an invitation he doesn’t voice.

your hands find the waistband of his jeans first. you don’t rush the zipper. instead you trace the metal teeth with one fingertip -up, then down- feeling the way his abs flutter under the thin cotton of his hoodie.

choso’s breath hitches, barely audible, but you hear it. You always hear the little sounds he tries to swallow.

“baby. . .” it’s so soft you almost miss it. the pet name slips out like he’s testing if it’s allowed tonight.

you don’t answer with words. you lean in and press your lips to the strip of skin just above his waistband - warm, slightly salty, dusted with faint dark hair causing him to shiver.

one of his hands come up, hesitant, fingertips brushing your cheek before sliding back to cradle the nape of your neck. not pulling. not forcing. just holding. like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he lets go.

you tug the zipper down inch by torturous inch. the sound is loud in the quiet - slow, deliberate, every inch of the zipper parting like a confession. his boxers are already tented, a dark spot blooming where he’s been leaking for who knows how long.

you palm him through the fabric first, feeling the thick heat of him jump against your hand. he groans low in his throat, head tipping back against the chair. “fuck. . .you’re killing me.”

“good,” you murmur against his skin, lips brushing the line of his hipbone. “you deserve it for making me come all the way here in the snow.”

a shaky laugh escapes him, half-breathless. “you could’ve said no.”

you could’ve. but you never do. and you needed the smoke in your lungs tonight.

you hook your fingers into the waistband of his boxers and drag them down with his jeans- just enough. his cock springs free, heavy and flushed dark at the tip, already slick.

you wrap your hand around him slowly, thumb sweeping over the bead of pre-cum at the slit, spreading it in lazy circles until he’s glistening.

choso’s hips twitch forward before he catches himself. “sorry- shit, sorry.”

“don’t be.” you stroke him once, base to tip, agonizingly slow. “i like when you can’t help it.”

his eyes flutter shut for a second. when they open again they’re darker, pupils swallowing the brown, that tattooed mark across his nose standing out sharper against the flush creeping up his cheeks.

you lean in and kiss the head first- soft, chaste almost, just lips brushing velvet skin. then your tongue flicks out, tasting him. salt and musk and something distinctly choso that makes your thighs press together instinctively.

you and choso have never had sex. only these moments. but moment's like this makes you crave what you haven't had even more.

he whimpers when your hand rubs across his balls, hesitant with giving them the pressure he loves. an actual whimper, small and wrecked - and his fingers tighten in your hair. not guiding. just clinging.

you take your time. flat tongue dragging up the underside in one long, wet stripe. swirling around the ridge. sucking just the tip into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks for a heartbeat before releasing with a soft pop.

his thighs tremble under your palm that's gripping him.

“chocho…” you breathe against him. barely pulling back, the nickname a quiet plea of its own.

he makes a broken sound, hips canting up in tiny, helpless rocks. “please.”

you give him what he’s begging for- slowly. lips stretching around him as you sink down, inch by inch, until he’s nudging the back of your throat. you pause there, breathing through your nose, letting him feel the heat and wet and the soft flutter of your throat working and tightening around him.

his whole body locks. a long, shuddering exhale. “god. . .baby, you’re so- fuck.”

you pull back just as slow, letting spit string between your lips and his cock before you take him into your mouth again. the rhythm builds gradually - wet slides, tongue pressing flat, hand twisting at the base in time with your mouth.

it's messy. unhurried. every time you take him deep he makes these quiet, punched-out noises that shoot straight to your core.

his free hand finds yours on his thigh. fingers lace together. he squeezes like you’re the only thing keeping him tethered.

you glance up through your lashes. he’s watching you - eyes glassy, lips parted, chest heaving under the hoodie. the way he looks at you. . .it’s too much. like you’re the only thing in the world that matters right now.

“close,” he rasps eventually, voice fraying at the edges. “i'm- shit, ’m so close.”

you don’t pull off. you take him deeper, nose brushing his pubes, throat relaxing around him as you swallow. his hips jerk once, twice - then he’s coming with a low, broken moan of your name, pulsing hot and thick down your throat.

you work him through it, swallowing and milking every drop, until he’s trembling, oversensitive, whispering “too much. . .baby, too much. . .”

you ease off gently, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along his softening length, his hip, the crease of his thigh. he’s still breathing hard when you sit back on your heels.

he reaches for you immediately- hands cupping your face, thumbs brushing the spit-slick corners of your mouth. he pulls you up slow, into his lap, your knees bracketing his hips. His arms wrap around you like he’s scared you’ll disappear.

he kisses you deeper than usual- lazy, tasting himself, tongue sliding against yours like he’s trying to memorize the shape of your mouth. when he pulls back his forehead rests against yours.

“you okay?” he murmurs, voice still wrecked.

you nod, it's all you can manage. but your chest feels tight. too tight.

his hand slides down your back, fingers dipping under the hem of your shirt, tracing slow circles on bare skin. “stay for a bit?” it’s barely a question - more like a hope he’s afraid to voice louder.

you want to. god, you want to crawl under his hoodie and stay there until the snow stops and the world feels less cold.

but the clock on his desk is blinking. the weed bag is still sitting there, untouched. and outside, the night is waiting.

Your heart clenches—sharp, painful—like it’s trying to hold onto something that’s already slipping.

“i. . i should go,” you whisper. The words taste like ash.

his arms tighten for a second, instinctive before he's loosening them, reluctantly.

“yeah,” he says quietly. too quiet. “okay.”

you slide off his lap. legs shaky. coat still crumpled on the floor. you pick it up and shrug it on, fingers fumbling with the zipper because you can’t look at him right now.

he stands too- slow, jeans still undone, hoodie rumpled. he steps closer, tucks a strand of hair behind your ear with careful fingers.

“text me when you get home safe?” his voice cracks just the tiniest bit.

you nod. swallowing down everything you wish you could say.

the stairs feel longer going up. the cold bites harder when you step outside. snowflakes catch in your lashes, melting against the heat still lingering on your skin.

you don’t look back at the house. you can't or you'll go back.

but your heart keeps clenching- small, helpless, pathetic spasms - as you walk away into the white night, the weight of everything you didn’t say pressing heavier than the snow ever could.

and maybe next time you’ll finally find the courage. or maybe you’ll just keep trading favors and stolen moments until one of you breaks.

Your jaw drops—and you’re snatching the gauzy fabric from his hands. “You wish-”

“Oh, I do.” And he’s just so shameless, just so sleazy as he flashes you a smile - the very same one that you’d been gifted when you first moved here. Because Toji Fushiguro was your neighbor, and you suppose that the proximity of your apartments side-by-side made it so that the man himself didn’t have a concept of personal space.

At least with you- he’s leaning in ever-closer. 

His scorched breath tingling your features—the devilishly handsome older man next-door. “And the next time those pretty lil’ panties fly over, you’re not getting them back, girlie.”

You struggle to not back away- or worse, not step forwards. To lean against him. “Y-you wish.”

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And so the first evening afterwards had passed with…only a sock disappearing.

And you could stand to lose a sock! Toji didn’t come banging at your door with a sock thrown over his broad shoulders that day, and you didn’t expect him to.

The second evening had passed with your panties disappearing.

The third evening had passed by with even more panties and a pretty lil’ top worn only on nights out disappearing.

The fourth evening had, by far, been the worst.

You’d been running low on underwear these days - being too stubborn to ask your neighbors, and being too close to rent to replace clothes you could easily request back. So imagine your utmost horror when you’d found nearly all your panties and a few of your bras had disappeared.

By the fifth evening you were running on only a singular pair of grandma panties.

By the sixth evening that had disappeared, too.

And by the sixth night you were knocking at Toji Fushiguro’s door-

Only for him to open it up with a smug smile, “Took you long enough to notice.”

Notice…notice?

It’s then that his door unhinges just a little wider- and you’re eyeing the sliver it shows of Toji’s bedroom. The pile of pretty panties piled on top of it. 

Oh—it’s only then that you’re hit with the retaliation—he’d taken them.

It’s less than a few minutes later that you find yourself shoved face-first into the frilly pieces of themselves. Your hands plucking at the soft blankets, your thighs shaking at the sheer slapping force of his hips. 

Pap-pap-pap- Toji’s pounding into you from behind.

His thiiiiick globular cockhead probin’ between your pussylips and finding the deepest, sweetest spots inside of you. It’s as though Toji was bruising the smooth inner lining of your walls—finding himself damn addicted to the feeling of how you’d clench ‘round him.

“Damn…” How you’d dribble out in the silkiest hot slick from both pairs of your lips. Creating a puddle that you find yourself slipping n’ sliding upon. “Easy there, girlie- arch up a bit more f’me…”

“I should report you, is what.” You’re grumbling behind you.

“Should what now?” 

Right as you’re opening your mouth to snark back, his swollen shaft reaches for the back of your pussy and pummels out a good strike. How cute. “O-oh—fuck, Toji.”

“You are fuckin’ me.” He’s snickering out, grabbing both sides of your waists to help you squirm against him- yes. Toji wasn’t stopping you from rutting your hips back as needily as you wanted, instead, he was letting your cunt salivate all she wanted down his length. He helps you jerk back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. “Yer welcome for that.”

“I didn’t say thank you.” Swallowing back your dollops of spittle- only for it to be pushed out of you all over again with a sudden thwack! at your g-spot.

“Yeah, ungrateful girl.” And it’s with his drawling tone that he slithers a hand between your legs—the fatness of his thumb slippin’ apart your pussylips. He rolls over your clit fast enough that it’s nothing but a blur, “Should be thankful.”

You’re pressing your face against the flimsy panties- “F-for what—”

“For takin’ such goood care of these slutty panties, of course.” Toji gruffs out, leaning over you to grab one of them. He’s letting his muscular weight rest on top of you, holding up his treasure- and your heart races as you realize that he’d picked out the strappiest, sexiest pair of panties from the bunch. “Look at that.”

But soon enough, you couldn’t look at whatever he was referring to- because Toji had your panties looped between his fingers. His fingers slipping down to his cock—

Almost like a decoration, Toji wraps the red, red fabric around his thickened hilt. 

Fucking you while he has it on-

“You can also thank me fer making such good use of these panties.” His words stick against the back of your spine like perspiration. “For fucking my cock to th-these-” The daintily textured fabric grazes against your clit and your outer pussy in such a carnal way. “-eeeeevery single night I had them.”

You breathe out, “Shit, you didn’t.”

But he merely grunts out in such mean laughter, “You can thank me for cleaning up the mess- oh, and what messes I made with these. Heh.” His words are filthy enough to make your ears ring, and you’re gulping at the image of his…messes. “You can thank me for thinking of you each- and- every- time.”

Such ruthless smooches at your g-spot, all your nerves fried at the sheer pace of him. “You’re just…fuck.”

“Dick got yer tongue?”

“Filthy.”

“Nah, girlie.” His teeth sink into the lobes of your ears- you can physically feel the presence of his smirk. And that was saying the least, you could already feel the presence of his rude cockhead bashin’ in at your throat- 

Toji hooks his free hand around your throat, pulling you up into a damn headlock. You’re crushed between his biceps. “I’m a pervert.”

“M-mercy…”

Your mouth gets stuffed with those lacy red panties immediately.

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The next knock on Toji Fushiguro’s apartment door comes hours after yours- and unlike your urgent one, this time it was steady. Stern.

Certainly not that of someone who’d lost their panties.

But then again, Toji certainly didn’t expect the person on the other side of the door to be- 

“You.”

“You?”

Shiu Kong wanted to be the last person knocking on Toji Fushiguro’s door right now.

“I just moved in.” He explains, sounding as though his soul was being sapped away with every single syllable. The man peeks through the crack in the door—to where you were poking your head out of the bedroom. Right along with a…mountain of panties? “Next door…” Breathless. 

“And?” Toji gruffs out, “I’ve got shit to do, man- or more like someone to do.”

Shiu deadpans, “I’ve come to formally file a noise complaint.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Hiber-MUNCH.

You had a problem.

See, the problem wasn’t that you were dating a bear hybrid: Ursus arctos horribilis, over seven feet tall and the most gentle man you’ve ever known. The problem wasn’t that it’d been a bit of a learning curve to get used to your separate species lifestyles - yours as a human, and Nanami’s with his den, his appetite, and his hibernation.

The problem wasn’t even the forty plus bed frames that Nanami had broken over the course of your relationship until now!

See, the problem was that…your panties had been disappearing.

You had more than enough pairs stuffed in your bottom drawer - frilly ones, spotted ones, sexy ones, even the odd grandma ones that hung loosely. And sure- occasionally you’d notice them more rumpled than you remember, or find one you particularly liked nowhere to be found.

But this morning, you’d lugged open your drawer and found—nothing. Absolutely nothing.

None of your panties.

Your drawer was wiped as clean as the day you bought it.

And who better to ask about what happened than your boyfriend? Though the process was a rather lengthy one- these days he’d been cooped up in a room he’d deemed his den. The season was nearing for Nanami to hibernate, to do nothing but stack his den full to the brim, to sleepily float through his days and leave you envious at the fact.

You’re knocking on the door to his den- and when no sound answers you, you’re throwing the room open to find it empty—hm…he must’ve gone out to buy more food. 

Still, you hadn’t been inside here too often. Simply leaving your bear-hybrid boyfriend to his own habits until he was done with it. 

And perhaps that was why - perhaps - you slipped through the door and looked around the space. It was plastered in cosy paintings, blankets, and carpets, radiating a warmth that always seemed to cling onto Nanami Kento like a second skin. Because of his sleep schedule during hibernation, Nanami already had a separate bed prepared in his den.

And you can’t help but inch over to the inviting thing—it was just so big. 

With the silkiest covers and a wide space and- oh. And a strange lump under one of the numerous pillows.

Brows furrowing, you slip your hand inside and…pull out a heap of your panties. Scrunched-up. Rumpled. Used—they were just soaked in all of Nanami’s heady whiskey-infused pheromones, just so addictive that it sends you swaying on your feet.

It was him.

He was stealing your panties-

The front door clicks open.

“My love, I’m home—”

Steady footsteps.

And before you can find an inkling of rationality within you to perhaps stow away your panties- perhaps think up what your excuse for coming in here might be- Nanami Kento is already at the bedroom door.

Lips parting as he stares at you.

At the panties in your hands.

At you.

The groceries drop from Nanami’s jittering, feverish hands- and he’s in front of you before you can even blink. So fast that you think he might have just used magic. So hard that he’s wondering why he hadn’t led you inside here sooner.

The vision of you holding his dirty secret in your hands makes him…oh. Something inside him twitches.

So needy that you’re practically thrown by the whiskey essence leaving him in waves-

“My mate.” Panting out a scalding breath. Ears twitching. Even his voice trembled with something desperate- “So you’ve found my stash.”

You don’t flinch for a single second when Nanami raises an overlarge hand up—cupping your cheek gently. “My mate-” Octaves higher, unsteadier than you remember him ever being. That very same hand gently on your face slips down to choke your throat- “-m’gonna be thinking of your pussy all hibernation.”

You’re not getting out of here alive.

In no time, Nanami has his rugged hands scooped underneath your legs and his buff arms carrying you- dusted with light hairs. Strong. Sensual. As if you were nothing but a ragdoll. He’s throwing you over his shoulder and taking the few steps it takes to splay you out on the king-sized bed.

“My mate.” The blond man husks against your ear, something in his tone sounding as if he was agonized once he slips a hand underneath your skirt. Pantyless—you’d run out of them, of course.

He’s pressing his weight down on top of your squirming body, pinning you down against the blanket-covered mattress. Each ripple and ridge of his thick core-

And then you feel it.

The incredible length of his erection.

As a bear-hybrid, Nanami was just naturally large. So thick. 

Your eyes dip downwards and you’re catching just the pinkish globe of his shaft peeking out, a shade that matches the pretty blush on his face. The fabric you were wearing starts to wetten with all the gooey drops of slick that he was leeeeaking out-

“O-oh my—” Your jaw drops at the feeling of something hard and sultry swipin’ down between your pussylips. Just pushing your skirt up your hips, his erection bulges your folds outwards. “Kento, you’re already- mmpf-”

And then you’re having one of your own soaked panties stuffed between your lips. “Shhhh, quiet for hibernation.”

“But-”

You’re hissing at the primal stretch opening up your thighs, blinking back your tears and-

Fuck.

He’s locking your ankles around his hefty waist, he’s letting his hips jerk forwards. “Mmmpf, Kento-” Swabbing his blushin’ globular tip inwards-

“My- ngh, mate.” And just the mere sound of your voice is enough to make him flinch- blond strands of hair falling over his gaze. He’s humping you like an animal in heat—maybe he was in heat already. “My mate-” And you can feel the lengthy girth of his cock slip iiiiiiin and ooooout past your folds, “My—fuck…”

“Kent- mmm.” It was just so difficult to speak past the gauzy underwear gagging your throat. “Baby, haven’t you even realized that you’ve cum?”

Already.

“Hmmm?” His molten gaze tries to focus on you, but Nanami was just so bleary with need that you wonder whether he could properly even see you. You’re jutting your chin out and gesturing at the mess he’s made below- the one that was drippin’ a hot white sheen down your core.

And it’s only then that the hybrid’s darkened eyes widen in realization, puffy lips parting—did he seriously just register the fact?

Lewd leering locked on the place between your legs, Nanami can’t help himself from pressing his leaking cock right between your pussylips. Using his right hand, he claws on top of your stomach and watches as a gooey white sap seeeeps straight out of your hole. Making it look as though you were so overstuffed that you were spilling out.

His balls clench at the heavenly vision, pumpin’ out more and more.

Pumping your hole more full than you could ever possibly handle at the moment, he grits down on his teeth and pushes. Eyes shut. Forehead perspired. “My…my mate.” 

His voice fucking breaking as he echoes out that familiar mantra, Nanami sounded damn near tears. “I’m sorry I stole your panties.” Probin’ the entire shaft - entire fattened furious shaft - of his cock between your pussylips and straight up to your womb. “I’m sorry I c-couldn’t help myself- I’m sorry I fucked my cock with those panties—and plan to do it all ngh- over again.” Before you can even answer, he’s pummeling out the deepest, hardest hit to your cervix. “My mate.”

“Shit-”

Globular cockhead swipin’ inside your channel. It makes you see white. “My mate- my mate my mate my mate—”

He was trying to fuck each web of cum inside you like an animal-

Your entire body zaps with an electric orgasm as he leans down- scorched pants breezing down your features when Nanami bites down on the panties protruding from your lips. That strappy fabric now transferred to his own mouth, he’s leaning back and taking it in one hand.

Guiding that very hand down to wrap around his thick cock. As Nanami fucks you, he’s pumping his excess length with those sodden panties. 

“B-by the end of this hibernation-” He growls, wobbly. “-yer gonna give me a cub, aren’t you, my love?”

♡ GETO SUGURU - Jealous, jealous, jealous

“Negi.” Geto Suguru’s soft, simpering voice echoes through the hallways of the temple. Though the sweetness was not one to underestimate - and Negi knew better than to not straighten up immediately. 

“Y-yes, dear leader?” The young man yelps out.

But Geto wasn’t looking at him. All that could be seen of him was his waterfall of jet-black hair—almost like a Stygian river of sorts. Geto Suguru had his eyes turned towards you - as they often did - except this time they were narrowed down at the animated conversation you were having with some newer member of the association. And Geto knew that look in his eyes - just a tad too shiny, his smile just a degree too happy. “By dayfall I should know every bit of information there is to know about that man.”

Negi shivers- he just thanks the heavens that that wasn’t him.

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“Ngh—oh.” Mere minutes later and you’ve found yourself in Geto Suguru’s vast chamber. It was one in a traditional Japanese style- and while you’d usually find yourself fucked on his soft futon.

Usually. 

But now you’ve deviated until half your ass was dangling off of the mattress, your cunt spilling out in a puddle of your sweet, sweet slick. Geto had his hands gripped underneath your knees and tugging you upwards- a full nelson.

He had you in a fucking full nelson.

And it didn’t seem like he was going to let go of you any time soon. “F—fuck.” Geto’s spitting out through clenched teeth, just the tiniest primal tear from the back of his throat. “One more, right, gorgeous?”

“Suguru, you’ve said that-” Your pupils roll stupidly inside the whites of your eyes, “-all night long.”

Just swervin’ in the same circular pattern with his bludgeoning cockhead. He managed to pinpoint every tender spot inside you and thud away- banging hard and deep. At a pace that your body definitely couldn’t keep up with—“What was that?” He’s panting out. “Doesn’t sound like an answer to my question, honey…”

“I mean-”

“Oops, too late.” He’s smiling- you could hear it. And just as meanly, Geto pours out a trickle of precum that sploshes around inside of you n’ ends up leaking between your folds. It’s just letting out the most lecherous slurp- “One more, right, gorgeous?”

And your jaw parts as if to answer-

Before you’re quickly realizing that the question wasn’t directed at you.

It was directed at your swollen, slippery pussy all guuuulping down every inch that Geto gave. His rough cockhead prods around your inside- easing completely out with a plop!

Before gliding right back in.

Right until the hilt.

And to that pretty noise that escapes you, Geto cranes his ears. “‘Mmm, that sounded like a ‘give me one more’ to me.” He’s tittering out from behind you- and by now he’d already mapped out every inch and spot inside of you. By now he could already tell the faintest signals of your body—

And Geto knew when you were about to squirm restlessly—or even better, when you were about to run.

So he’s hiking his forearms up the undersides of your thighs, arms spreading your legs wiiiide open. Hips rutting up into yours. Geto tightens the way he has your body folded - almost like a ragdoll - and pricks away delicately at the sweetest spots inside you. Thud-thud-thud—

“Where’d you think you’re running, gorgeous?” Geto’s pouting from behind you, mockingly. “Your pussy’s the one that said she wanted- hah, one more. One more round. One more helping of Geto Suguru’s cum- that greedy girl.”

Sloppy strokes that end up bangin’ in your g-spot dead-on. “And you’re the pussy whisperer now?” He wasn’t showing you any mercy- so you couldn’t help but bite back.

“Oho?” One dark brow raises, “I always was good with kitties~”

Two sharp canines find themselves gnawing on the shell of your ear. Unable to move, unable to think—the only thing you can do is keeeeen out as he stretches an arm between your legs and pinches rudely at your clit.

Just so damn needy. Geto counts about one-two-three throbs at that sensitive nub before you’re shattering.

Straight into your nth high of the night that he knew would be taking over you very soon- he’s shivering at the sudden pulses of your walls. So soft n’ wet that it felt like heaven he was funneling his cock into. “Mmm—oh. And there goes your hah, ‘one more’, gorgeous.” He - too - ends up pumping out a few sticky wads of cum. 

A slick seed that layers your dewy insides all white. “Sh-shit, how are you still cumming so much-”

“Well, that wasn’t for you.” Such a mean tone that he had - even when he sounded so kindly. Geto urged out something cornered and carnal inside of you that only made you even wetter- “That was for this pretty pussy o’ mine- duh.”

You whine. Bucking.

And he’s chasing those hips of yours riiiight up the softened surface, not letting his plump cockhead break contact with your cervix for a single second. Up-up-uuuuuup. “And she’s telling me that-”

“Oh no.”

“That you can handle three more.”

And you’re not sure whether it’s the sheer shock of his words, you’re not sure whether it’s the fact that his cock was still achingly hard and throbbing between your folds, you’re not sure whether it was simply the aftermath of your high- but your body grows restless.

Squirming. Stuttering.

You’re attempting to plant your feet on the edge of the futon and try to balance your hips- but all that does is make Geto hold onto you even harder.

His voice taking on such a breathy, broken tone. “Running again…” Tutting. “We still have ah- how many was it? Five more rounds to go, gorgeous.” It was three- but right now you’re too fucked stupid to answer anyway.

“I-it was…”

“And besides-” He hums, “Where’d you think you’re going anyway? Actually?”

“Nowhere-”

“It couldn’t be- to him, could it?” 

Your tear-flooded lids snap open- when did they even close? And you’re desperately looking over your shoulder, about to ask just who he meant when—oh.

When you see that expression on Geto Suguru’s face.

It wasn’t that faux smile he often paraded to visitors of the temple, it wasn’t even that serene look he got when he was planning some attack or scheme. It was an expression that reminded you that there was a reason why even the most powerful amongst Jujutsu Society didn’t dare say a word against him.

And you’re quickly finding out just why - Geto Suguru was ruthless.

Geto Suguru would do anything to get what he wanted.

He dips his head down and whispers in your ear—low and ice-cold. “I’d say that I prefer if you do not see him again, honey.” A deliberate pause. “But I know that you won’t see him again.”

And then he’s hammering you straight into your fourth, fifth and sixth orgasms yet.

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“As you may have noticed, my family, one amongst us is missing.” Geto’s voice was clear and strong - unwavering in both himself and his echo as it reaches every corner of the expansive hallway. The hundreds upon thousands of associations were lined up in neat rows, crouched into bows so deep that they looked like ants from here. 

He sits upon the stage like a throne, you on his lap.

Smile quirking at the edge of his pretty lips, he continues- “Now you know that I am a generous man.” They almost seem to flinch at his words. “You know that I share with you my home, my food, my protection, and my blessing.”

A pause.

“But there is one thing I do not share.”

He looks at you, amethyst eyes burning.

“And shall never share.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - PANTY PRINCE

Your phone buzzes with a notification.

Cho (loml): hey baby, i’m deep-cleaning the apartment today including our room. lmk if there’s anything you don’t want me to touch.

Cho (loml): i love you.

You have to suppress your smile in case your professor was feeling especially tetchy today, and you discreetly swipe to your messages.

You: Babyyyy you’re the best <3

You: Nuh-uh, go for it ml. I’ll get you those donuts you like from the shop downtown to make up for it <33

You: I love you.

Your phone buzzes again. 

Cho (loml): <333!!!<333!111!!!1!!<333

Cho (loml): sorry tppo.

Cho (loml): *typo.

Cho (loml): meant to say i love you more.

Giggling, you’re content to let your phone sit on your table as you jot down your notes. Getting deep into the slideshow your professor drones on about when-

Another buzz.

Cho (loml): baby i’m cleaning out your panty drawer >.<

Cho (loml): woah baby…when did you get this lacy black set??

Cho (loml): fuck i can see my fingers through it.

Cho (loml): it barely even covers my palm.

You: Hehehe recently. Was meant to be a surprise but oh well.

Cho (loml): fuck.

You: Have fun <3

It’s only silence for a few minutes thereafter. 

In fact, you’re just about to resign to the fact that you might not hear from him until you’re getting home- Choso always did tend to get wrapped up in whatever he was doing at the time. And you reach until the end of the class without-

Yet another buzz.

Cho (loml): i’m outside.

Outside? Your head reels—outside outside? 

What the hell was your boyfriend doing outside? And you can’t pluck yourself out of your chair and speed down the lecture hall faster, reaching the edge of the entrance before-

A pale hand shoots out and clasps your wrist.

You’re being dragged into the nearest bathroom before you even realize that it’s your boyfriend leading you. His hands jittery. His coat flapping behind him.

His legs stepping frantically before you- thrumming with nervous energy even as he guides you inside the clan bathroom stall. Shutting the door behind him, he stares down at you and gnaws on his puffy pink lips. Choso looked as though he was on the verge of a secret. A confession.

“Baby?” You start, still startled by the whiplash journey here. “Are you alright? What happened? I thought you were at the apartment, why are you h-”

And he doesn’t answer- no.

That’s not why you’re cutting yourself off. 

Instead, you’re enraptured by the way that Choso reaches for the hemline of his thin black t-shirt and—tugs upwards. Displaying the shape of his v-line, the beginning of his abs, the scruff of black happy trail that was still visible through your sheer panties.

You freeze.

Your sheer panties.

You could recognize those straps anywhere- they were barely-there and the type of gauzy lace that had patterns on it. Now wrapped around Choso’s toned hips—his cock strained against your underwear. Long and painfully hard.

He reaches up and exposes more of himself to you.

Your matching bra set stretched around his pectorals.

So it was practically a no-brainer once you’d grabbed Choso by the shoulders- shoving him against the thin stall divider. Tugging his pants down just enough for you to take in all of him in those sinful panties, you’re gliding your fingertips down his erection.

Over the thin layers of fabric, that pretty pink tip that peaked just out. Uncontained.

He hisses at your touch, head throwing back behind him and hitting the plastic wall. Not even looking down at you, his hips seem to move before his mind and rub-rub-rub his protruding cockhead between your pussylips. “Sh-shit.” And you swear that what he’s letting out were the prettiest whimpers you’ve heard in your entire life. “Shit, baby—oh, baby, I don’t think m’gonna last much longer.”

“I just put my hands on you, Cho.” You tease.

“B-but I was just so fucking hard all the way here.” Choso blubbers out, sobs crackling at the back of his throat. One hand grabs at the side of your right ass cheek, bringing your pussy down to kiss his cock. The other reaches down—“Because I kept thinking about- ngh, you picking these just f’me. You trying them on—” Down to pump his cock. “Oh, your pussy probably felt so fucking good in these.”

You could feel your cunt throb at the words.

And before long you’re bouncin’ your hips down onto his. You’ve cornered him - easily, because Choso did love to be at your mercy, after all. 

The hand furiously fisting his cock reaches upwards to chase your pussy with a whine- rutting his cockhead in a frenzy. Lids falling shut in a second, “And I k-kept thinking about just how maaaaad you’d be at me.”

“Well, I am mad, Choso.” You hum.

Lower lip wobbling cutely, Choso pleads up at you with watery eyes- ones that are nearly bulging out of his head. Because in a single motion you veer your hips down and sliiiiide all his thickened inches inside of you.

You swear he’s the hardest you’ve ever felt him to be- pulsing out the most lecherous ba-dump! inside of you. You tug on the little curls at the nape of his neck, “I’m mad you didn’t tell me about this little liking of yours sooner…”

“W-well, I didn’t know.” He hiccups, puckered tip swipin’ at your cervix. “I thought you’d tell me off- ngh, tell me how naughty I am for wearing your panties.”

“Not just my panties.” Sliding a hand underneath his t-shirt. You’re reaching where his pecs stretched out your poor bra, his chest puffed up and panting. Those perky pink nipples of his were straining against the transparent fabric, and you’re grazing your thumb uuuup and down- “You’re not just naughty- you’re filthy, Choso.”

“Ngh—” He’s whimpering out, hips jerking upwards. That strawberry pink divot at the end of his shaft leaks out in glittering wads of precum that coat your hole. “Baby, and I also fucked m-myself using this panties- ngh, felt so good to rub it down my cock…”

He was egging you on. “Mmm, I take it back then.” Choso flinches at your tone. “Just sinful, baby.”

“Fuh-fuuuuck-” Choso was on the verge of creamin’ himself just from the mean words you were telling him. His rovering shaft was probing into your every sweet spot, the smallest geyser being filled up by his relentless divot. “And I’d do it again- fuck, I’d do it again, baby.”

You’re pulling on his sweat-drenched hair - and it’s enough to make him spray out in his scalding hot syrup. “How did I ever manage to get a boyfriend this depraved, hm?”

“Baby, m’gonna cum.” He whines out. 

“Hmm…” You’re reaching behind you and unclipping that bra he was wearing- and Choso lets you shrug it off easily. Wrapping it around your hand and slitherin’ upwards to stuff his pretty lips. “Then stay quiet, hm? Also if you make a mess then you’re buying me new ones, Cho.”

He hisses through his nostrils, “That can be arranged…”

And it’s the last thing rasping out of the poor man before he’s then splatterin’ out hot and deep inside you with all his cum. It’s reaching into every depth, splashing against your walls and cascading along your walls.

It ends up gushing right up to the front of your hole. Leaving a streak of white glued to Choso’s cock and your panties barely containing his cock-

“Oh…” His mouth drops, parched. Tight balls slappin’ your cunt away—“Now it looks even prettier, baby.”

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The next time you’re visiting the sweet lingerie store you snapped that black set in, it’s with Choso as well. 

He’s trailing in behind you—as though your figure could cover his own, body hunched, hands permanently on you, eyes darting around the store. Even though he was about a head taller than you and two times as more intimidating- “B-baby, maybe this isn’t a good idea-”

“Welcome, madam~” A lovely girl bounds up to you- and you’ve no doubt that the two of you make quite the strange pair. Her eyes flick between you and your boyfriend, “I take it that you enjoyed our piece from last week?”

You share a look with Choso- who only blushes deeper. “Oh, you could say that.”

She giggles knowingly, “And how can I help you today?”

“One just the same.” You hum, “Perhaps in different colors, perhaps some a little more…risqué.”

“Oh, we have just the thing-” Urging the two of you to follow her, “There’ve been some new shipments and I came across one that would look perfect on you, madam-”

“Actually…” You interject, “We’re looking for one for him.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Your Majesty…

It was widely known throughout the land that Ryomen Sukuna was not a shy man.

That was saying the least of it: he was an actual tyrant.

This could be widely agreed-upon by most inhabiting Japan, most of all by the attendants who had the privilege to serve the King of Curses. They would see first-hand the way a mere flick of the man’s hand would be more powerful than the cursed energy of the nation combined, the way the massive estate itself seemed to tremble before him, the way he’d make you tremble…

Though in a different way entirely.

And so it’d come as quite the shock to both well-wishers and traitors when they were brought to mercy before the man’s courts- and would find themselves face-to-face with the King upon his throne. You seated upon his lap.

Your cunt being split by both sets of his shafts, split up n’ down—just baaaaarely hidden by the expensive robes that he’d dress you up in.

The King’s infamous Queen.

Oh, this was his favorite part - this was the only way he’d be able to handle growing through hundreds perhaps thousands of those who come begging for his favor and his forgiveness.

And they’d have a choice- run away or stay bowed.

With their heads lowered to the floors, they’d remain. Trying not to make a single noise or movement that would indicate the heat burning between their own two legs-

Though, Ryomen Sukuna would know either way.

Casting a dismissive glance at the subjects kneeled before him, before he scoffs- “This pussy of yours has some admirers again, brat.” When it doesn’t look as though you were about to respond any time soon, the King scoffs and jerks his hips up to bruise your womb twice. “Ya hear me? Too fucked dumb? Oi—we have guests ya know.”

“Sh-shush, Kuna.” And telling the King of Curses to silence himself? 

Those subjects kneeled at your feet aren’t sure whether they’re shivering due to your blatant treason or due to the rough, echoing laugh that Sukuna lets out.

Bouncing his thick thighs up just a little to make you buck n’ whine- “Easy there, woman.” He’s snarling out a smile with both sets of teeth, showcasing those pearly white canines. “ Gonna ruin my reputation, callin’ me that.” And then he’s addressing the rest of the room, “Chatty, huh? She always gets like this when she’s needy- heh.”

“Kuna…” Embarrassed at the blatant stares at your back- but too far gone on his sinful cocks to do anything about it.

One of his plump cockheads swipe against your g-spot and make you arch lecherously. Your hands coming to claw at his toned shoulders with a repeated whine- “Sorry ‘bout her.” Flickering his eyes over to the bowed men, it’s intense enough to make them flinch where they bent. “C’mon, brat- why don’t we put ya in quiet time.”

“Mmmpf-” You’re blubbering out at the scorching breath of his second mouth opening wide.

With a belched chuckle his slick cursed tongue glides down to your pussy- “Heh, we almost don’t even need to- yer fucked dumb as is.” Sukuna’s grumbling from above you—and of course, one of his four hands comes to clasp the back of your head. “But this part’s always so fun—”

“Kuna- mmpf.”

The sets of eyes from the kneeled spectators snap up at the sound of the filthiest squelch they’ve heard in their entire life. Looking up right in time to see the sorcerer’s cursed mouth opening up and slippin’ his hooked tongue between your own lips.

Makin’ out with you.

And Sukuna narrows his eyes down at their abashed faces—shocked. “Look look-” He’s thrusting his hefty hips up to get your attention. “They’re shocked at what a naughty girl ya are, brat.”

Tears stream down your cheeks, “Mmmpf-”

“The only thing you can say, huh?” He snickers, before turning his crimson eyes to the men before him. Their cocks likely throbbing only half as much as his own two were- slippin’ and sliding along your wet walls to hit each spot inside you perfectly. “Proceed.”

His subjects gape.

Sukuna furrows his pale pink brows- though there was a quality about it that made it seem so mocking. “Didn’t hear me above her pussy?” And to their sensual excitement, the King was grabbing ahold of your hips- pausing the squelching tone for a mere few seconds. “Proceed.”

But in the next sultry moments, they could barely even hear their own breaths at just how loud the wettened slap-slap-slapping noise was becoming. Sukuna’s hot, throbbing lengths were almost nothing but blurs disappearing in and out of your tight hole.

“I-I…” The man at the forefront of the bowed subjects starts to speak, eyes ogling the display. “I bring myself before you to ask for forgiveness for the treason-”

“Ah ah-” Sukuna sharply interrupts, “Won’t you first greet your royals?”

“My apologies-” He rushes, “All the prosperity to you, My King. And-”

“And your Queen?”

“And ever-more to My Queen.” All but crying out.

“Well, she’s my Queen.” Sukuna’s grumbling underneath his breath- now with his eyes locked on you and reluctant to move away. You were just the prettiest with both sets of your puffy lips gaped wiiiide open for him, glossed in so many layers of slick. “But proceed.”

“W-well, as I was saying, I bring myself before you to ask for forgiveness for the treason of conspiring with another-”

And this time he’s cut off by you—

“Sh-shit, Kuuuna-” Your shrill voice echoing into each four corners of the throne room, “M’cumming, m’cumming-” 

Spit dribbles down the corner of your mouth and makes the King swipe away at the mess with one of his hands. The edge of his own lips lifting up at the thwack! of his ruddied tips against your spongy cervix. Again and again.

Fucking you through your orgasm.

“Heh…” Sukuna’s four crimson eyes crinkle at the edges in amusement, “And whaddaya think? Do they deserve forgiveness, brat?” When you aren’t able to answer- he’s pummelin’ away even harder along your webbed walls. “How abooooout- if you cum again, they deserve forgiveness. And if you don’t cum again, they don’t deserve forgiveness. And if you squirt, m’gonna execute them for treason.” 

He chuckles meanly.

Each of the human subjects quiver before this monster.

Because the one thing that no one mentions about the King of Curses?

He was downright filthy for you.

♡ INO TAKUMA - 143

“I love you…” Ino pants out, breath fogging the glass. 

He reaches out to wipe away the mist from his computer screen- but actually ends up keeping his palm splayed out upon it. Almost as if he was inches away from heaven and yearning to reach right through it—“I love you.” 

And he doesn’t even have the mind to wince as his voice cracks- perfectly in time with the way his hand grows furious on his cock. Pumping long and hard.

Up and down. Up and down. Up and down—

He’s flicking his slender thumb underneath the rim of his slit, watching as his precum spurts out in overtime because of it. But he can’t cum now- he flattens his thumb on top of his shaft. He can’t cum until you do.

“I love you I love you I—” Absolutely botching his tone at the back of his voice, Ino trembles as you start to twitch on screen in that way you did whenever you got close. “I love you- hck.”

And then he’s throwing his head back and cumming right on time as you - in lewd synchronization.

He fucks his fist right through that looooong and aching high, pumping out so many wads of cum that his lap faintly resembles a waterpark by now. It’s dripping down his tannish thighs and creating a lacquer of white that gleams under the glare of the computer- the only source of light in the room.

As Ino comes down from his high, he hears - almost as if from a distance - the sweet tone that was your voice. He could pick out your voice anywhere. “—and I’ll be having a raffle where one lucky subscriber of mine will get the chance to spend a whooooole night-” You lean in closer to the lens, letting it capture every pretty inch of you. Right down to where you’d gnawed down on your lower lip from cumming too hard- “-with me.”

He doesn’t care about the tens of hundreds of thousands likely doing the same right now - and commenting that they were, too.

He’s never entered anything so fast in his entire life.

He’s never wanted so badly to win.

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Ino supposes that it wasn’t a miracle that he won (though…it sort of was) considering he’d entered the raffle multiple times. Even going so far as to create fake accounts and type his name into that form. 

Again. And again.

And again and again and again- okay, maybe Ino Takuma was just a little obsessive. But what’s a little yearning when it comes to true love?

Either way, he considers all those long and sleepless nights spent entering a damn raffle to be worth it. Aaaaaall so worth it when it comes to this very moment: with you laid out on top of him. Just like in his dreams.

With your hands pinning his toned body down to your bed (one he’s seen so many times in your videos before!), with your hips bouncin’ up and down his cock craaaaaazily. Whatever you’ve done previously with all those curled dildos and hot-pink vibrators were nothing against what you were doing to his cock- slicked with spittle n’ all smooooth inside your cunt, sensitive wherever your walls rubbed. 

He was pussydrunk practically from the first thrust inside your gooey depths- babbling away underneath you as you swerved n’ tugged. Wrestling his cock inside of you as you tried to find your most favorite spots-

“Oh.” Suddenly, you’re arching your back with an elongated moan. The prettiest noise that he wishes he could record right now. Your lashes flutter in that irresistible way that always sends your subscribers into a frenzy. “Mmm, I think you found the spot, baby.”

Technically, you were the one that did all the work- but Ino’s happy to nod his head stupidly. “I-I did, baby. Does it feel good?”

“Mhmmm—so good.” And without warning, you’re dragging his palm over to stick against your front. Right above where his blushin’ red tip kept on poking at your cervix- “X marks the spot, mhm?”

“M-mhm.” He frantically agrees.

And shit- he looks so cute with his lips all wobbly and tears streaming down his pretty face. Ino Takuma didn’t even seem to realize just how attractive he looked when he was falling apart on your pussy. Face blushing. Tone ruined.

His thighs giving off the greatest shivers once you cleeeench your sopping wet walls around him. 

“I love you.”

Ino’s spit-slicked lips part open with a whisper-

And for a good few seconds you don’t even think you heard him correctly. 

In an attempt to hear him better, you falter your rough plapping down onto his hips. You crane in with a gentle smile, “What was that, Taku?”

But the man beneath you merely shakes his head.

Merely scrunches his eyes and lets his throat wrack with a tiny sob- he’s shaking and shaking his head at the first signs of you stopping. Before grabbing either side of your waist and push-push-pushing his pretty cockhead upwards. “I love you.” Almost as if he couldn’t stop the sentence from escaping. He’s not letting you slow down for a single second whilst he scours your deepest innards with his dripping cock. “I love you I love you I—hck! love you.”

And every time Ino shoves the length of his puckered shaft inside you, you can feel it hitting at your throat. “You love me, Taku?”

He doesn’t seem to pick up on the tease, and can only needily nod. “I do. I love you, pretty—ngh.”

“Awww—do you mean to say you love this pussy?” You’re whispering filthily into his ear, watching as the skin of his ear grows red. “Or do you love these hips-” On cue, you’re slamming them down onto his - meeting his sloppy cadence dead-on. “Or do you love these tits—”

“I love you.” He’s echoing out once more.

And it doesn’t matter how red and sensitive the skin ‘round his pelvis is growing, it doesn’t matter how sensitively his ruddied tip feels. It doesn’t even matter how pussydrunk he finds himself on your cunt, because Ino’s always chasing your gooey pussy up for more, more, more-

“I love all of you-” After a few more vicious strokes, he manages out. Gliding a hand between the valley of your chest. “I love your tits.” Down to your waist. “Love your hips.” Down to flick at your clit. “Loooooove your pussy.”

“And?” You ask, breathless.

And he’s blinking his teary lashes up at you, “But most of all I love you.”

There were practically hearts in his eyes- in fact, his pupils were starting to look like hearts. Or maybe you were slowly growing cockdrunk, as well…

You feel yourself clamping down on him- and you can feel Ino twitchin’ even harder. Close. 

“Well, whaddaya say to that-” And this time you’re talking - but not to Ino at all. Instead, you’re swivelling your head to the glaring light at your side. Right where your professional camera was propped up, alongside some bright ring lights n’ a wide screen with the two of you.

And the numerous comments.

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“Well, you heard what they say.” You’re beaming down at him with a too-sultry smile.

And he’s almost seeing heaven as you speed your hips up lewdly, just chaaaasing that sweet, sweet release. Though, Ino’s sure that he could cum right then and there at the way you’re leaning down to whisper in a voice just for him. “After this is all over, how about a date?”

“I really do love you.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - “Erm- actually!”

“Shhhh—” At this point you can’t stop yourself from reaching a hand out and physically pressing it against your tutor’s mouth.

It was a pretty one, alright, but you anyone within a five -mile radius would forget anything about Gojo Satoru’s prettiness just as soon as he opened that damn mouth- “Enough.” Your weary voice sounds even louder in your empty dorm room. Late into the night. Textbooks spread out all around you. “You will not be debating me on the g-spot of all things-”

“Erm-”

“Try again.”

“Look, I’m just saying alright—!” Gojo pushes his thick glasses further up his nosebridge. He shakes his bangs out of his eyes, and fixes you with a piercing sapphire gaze. “The existence of the Gräfenberg spot has not been scientifically proven to be an anatomical structure universally present in-”

“But it’s true that there is an erogenous area on the inner vaginal wall, isn’t it?”

“Reportedly, yes.” He’s fixing his glasses once more, one index raising into the air the way it did whenever he was rambling about something or the other. “Though we aren’t sure whether this is an extension of the clitoral structure or a separate network altogether- and that is if the Gräfenberg spot, like I said, is a pre-existing requisite for the-”

“Requisite or not, at least I know I have it.” You’re rolling your eyes. 

“And how would you confirm that? Scientifically?”

You…what?

You’re giving the bespectacled man in front of you the most deadpan look in your life- and no matter how many emotions flit across your face in that very moment, it all ends in one single word: virgin.

But Gojo Satoru was a smart man - and so he’s quickly picking up on what he’d just said.

With a pointed cough, he’s adjusting his glasses when he so-clearly didn’t need to. Looking away from you, you could see the way the tips of his ears were burning bright red. “W-well, of course you could study…that scientifically.” Gojo stutters as he attempts to salvage whatever’s left of his dignity, “In fact, you probably have more experience regarding your Gräfenberg spot than- than anyone. Though m-most scientific studies are vetted- but this degree of ah- anatomy is—”

“Satoru.” You’re cutting right through yet another one of his rambles- and he almost looked relieved to be stopped himself. “Do you want to fuck me?”

Gojo squeaks out in surprise—“What- I mean yes—but in a perfectly scientific…though perhaps we should reconsider the implications- however, if you would like to-”

This time when he’s interrupted, it still is by you.

Though not by your voice, your words, your groans of displease.

But rather- by the way you’re starting to tug off your shirt and unclip your bra. And Gojo Satoru is only growing more and more flushed until his glasses looked as though they were completely fogged—“Just shut and fuck me, nerd.”

“I could f-find the Gräfenberg spot in real life…” He’s breathlessly whispering.

“Satoru.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

And in practically no time, you’ve tugged down his stupid Digimon sweatpants and urged him to loom on top of you. Gojo’s hands planted on either side of your head, his legs spreading apart your thighs.

Those slender hips of his tremble juuuuust the slightest bit as he leans in- ruby-red erection almost painfully hard. His cockhead bobs as it slides between your pussylips—Gojo’s brows furrowing in concentration. “Sh-shit, remember what they taught you-” He’s whispering to himself. Tongue sticking between his pretty pink lips, “Remember what all that hentai taught you-”

Your head snaps to him, “What?”

“What?”

And it’s the last thing you’re hearing before a sudden jerk of his honed, hungry hips lean in. Before he’s squeezing his thickened cockhead- “Sh-shiiiiiiit—” Octaves higher. Voice breaking. His cock slips right between your pussylips and gives such a tight thrust- “Oh my- shiiiit. Fuck. Oh my-”

“Are you alright, Satoru?” You almost have to hold back a giggle.

He sounds as though he was shaking- in fact, he was shaking. Blushing from the roots of his white hair and all the way down to his protruding cockhead, “This is—oh.” Gojo throws his head back with a moan loud enough that you’re sure you’d receive a noise complaint tonight, closing his blue eyes in pure delight. “This is so much better than the hentai made it seem, sweetheart.”

“You learned everything from hentai?” You gasp.

“Most of it.” He admits, “But why does it feel like I’m the one…”

“The one?”

“I’m the one getting all…pussydrunk.”

And he just can’t help how good you feel.

He just can’t help himself from pumpin’ and pumpin’ his cocktip against you like a madman- pistoning his veiny inches inside you wildly. Gojo places a hand on top of your stomach to keep you grounded to the bed, at least…that’s what you think he’s doing.

But after a few vulgar strokes hittin’ at your spongy cervix, it becomes obvious that what he’s using his leverage for instead is to reach for your softest spot. That favorite spot of yours.

The Gräfenberg spot, as he had put it.

“Anterior vaginal walls…” He’s mumbling to himself, staring so deeply and desperately at the place where his roverin’ cockhead kept on hitting. Hitting and hitting. “About 2.0 inches to 3.1 inches inside based on most studies—”

His heavy balls were smack-smack-smacking away at the very forefront of your cunt, leaving you feeling all raw from the inside and out. 

The only one feeling more raw than you being Gojo himself - his glasses kept slipping down his face because of all the tears, snifflin’ out the biggest sobs down his pretty cheeks. It just felt so gooooood that he can’t help but shiver- “Though disagreement persists, s-sexologists believe it is towards the urinary system-” Not realizing. Not even registering in that muddled haze of a brain, nothing but a space for him to memorize just how you slurp n’ suck on his cock. “And along the outer mucosa that should be riiiiiight around here-”

“Shit, you’re close.” You feel his ridged tip drag along your velvety insides. And it’s as if the more determined he was to find that particular spot - the one he was so sure wasn’t proven earlier - the messier he got. “Satoru, how did you manage to get even sloppier?”

Not even fully pulling out by this point—his crowned, ruddied tip was kissin’ away at your womb and push, push, puuuushing even deeper. 

He’d go even past your womb had it been scientifically possible.

The sheer carnal pressure makes you clench, and Gojo’s echoing out such a tooootured groan. Blissfully tortured.

“Oh—oh.” Hissing. Hatching out tiny whimpers at the back of his throat, “Even considering the diverse physiological differences, and the fact that it might not even—fuck, keep squeezin’ me like that, my girl.” And it’s almost as if the more he was fucking you, the more pussydrunk he was becoming, the more and more he was babbling away. “A network of erogenous zones that-”

“Satoru-”

“-theoretically ends up with your g-spot being-”

“Shit, it feels too good-”

“-right here.”

Gojo’s hand presses down on your core. Gojo’s cock presses down on your g-spot- just like the cutest button that works to make your body twitch.

The first early signs of your orgasm overtaking you—before Gojo’s mentally reeling through the signals and registering that you were cumming. Just from that. He’s fucking into you as if he hated you, as if he couldn’t get enough of that pretty g-spot he’d just proven the existence of-

“You didn’t prove shit.” You’re spitting through clenched teeth- shit, had he said that out loud? Your eyes widen, “You did…”

And had he said that out loud? 

With a crazed chuckle, the white-haired man slithers his hand down n’ starts toying with your clit. “Erm- actually, you’re the one cumming because of this- hah, loser virgin nerd.” He presents you with such a content smile, “So checkmate, sweetheart.”

“Satoru, you’re utterly p-pussydrunk.” Struggling to speak over the constant overflow of moans. It just fried your brain until you almost felt numb- the way he kept on bashin’ your g-spot. 

It’s such a long wave of euphoria that Gojo was dragging you through, his slicked cock peeeerfectly shaped to rover all over your walls. Your deepest innards. Your womb.

You just couldn’t get enough of him ending off each rude hammer with a strike there. “But it’s okay…” And he’s lethargically letting you pull him down n’ kiss him on the lips - you could do whatever you wanted with Gojo Satoru by this point, and he’d let you. “-because I’m cockdrunk, too.”

And Gojo had never read, scientifically, about orgasms that just take you by surprise.

But it happens the moment you utter those sweet words- electricity zapping through him as though he’d just been shocked. He’s twitching at the sudden pour of ivory sap from his cockhead.

Pouring and pouring.

Puddling up somewhere deep inside you that he-

“Fertilization can occur between a t-time period of five minutes to several days.” Gojo mutters out half-ruined. He’s scraping his hand across your front and feeling as his erection just plaps! out webbed volumes of seed. More than he knew he’d ever be able to produce in his entire life. 

You groan as he fucks each honeyed ounce inside of you- “Yes?”

“Then it doesn’t hurt to have a second trail, right?” He’s pleading with you, “Out of twenty-five?”

Like a damn science experiment.

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A call of your name.

You’re turning around swiftly- right before you’re reaching the edge of the lecture hall. 

Professor Yaga meets you in the middle of the open space, and once he does he gives you a short but sweet nod of affirmation. “I have noticed significant progress in your knowledge of anatomy and signaling pathways this past assignment.” And though he always sounded like a sort of army sergeant, you knew that Yaga always meant well. “It’s impressive, I advise you to keep it.”

“Thank you, professor.” You’re smiling gratefully, eyes flickering over to a flash of white somewhere behind him. “I’ve just got a hell of a tutor lately.”

And he’s following your line of sight—“Ah- Mister Gojo? He’s the brightest of the department for a reason.” But then a slightly concerned expression crosses his face - as though Yaga himself was having flashbacks to all the ‘erm- actually’ he’s had to endure. “Though perhaps a little…lacking in the social department. I take it that tutoring hasn’t been without its hiccups?”

“Oh, you could say that…” You trail off- and Gojo had reached where you were by this point.

He hovers as though he was trying to disappear into the wall but not make it seem as though he wanted to disappear into the wall-

“But he’s a really hands-on teacher.” You finish off, looking straaaight at the nerdy boy. “I like that.”

Gojo squeals loud enough that Yaga snaps his head over.

♡ HIGURUMA HIROMI - 30-year-old Virgin

“Do you need any help with that, sir?”

He shuffles a document, “No, no.” Flashing you a brief but unfairly attractive smile, “Continue.”

“Alright alright…” You let your voice trail off, peeking over the glaring computer screen. Higuruma Hiromi, or should you say…your boss, raises a dark brow in challenge. “Truth or dare, sir?”

“I told you not to call me that.” He sighs, slightly shuddering- was it drafty inside the office?

The midnight air was the coldest this time of year; alert and cutting, like the long hours you’d spent cooped up inside the company building. Combing through every receipt and contract and photograph of what should be a slam dunk fraud case for your client—false, of course. Or so that’s what you were supposed to prove.

“Truth.” That deep voice cuts you out of your work-induced stupor.

“Truth, hm…” You’re tapping on your chin thoughtfully, wondering what other sweet secret to wrench out of your ever-stoic boss. You were lucky that it was just the two of you working overtime - all those morsels of Higuruma being single and being a cat person and once being bullied before he threatened to sue them were all yours. So you can’t help it-

“When did you lose your virginity?”

And at that, you watch the dark-haired man’s eyes widen. “P-pardon?”

“Cat got your tongue?” You tease, “When did you lose your virginity?”

Higuruma Hiromi - the most eloquent man you’ve met in your entire life, the most dependable lawyer on court, a terror with his words - gulps. He looks away. Speechless.

And you’re just about wondering whether you’ve overstepped your boundaries (when did he lose his virginity, seriously—) when he whispers.

Just a whisper.

“I’m a virgin, miss.”

“Oh.”

Oh.

Not that there was anything wrong with that—but with a face like that, and a body like that? You’d always assumed that the ladies and gentlemen and everyone in-between would be lining up for a piece of him. And so you can’t help but wonder…

“Do you need any help with that, sir?”

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Two minutes later- perhaps even less, you’re bent over Higuruma’s desk.

A wet sheen down your inner thighs. Achingly needy.

With your tight skirt lifted to expose your lower half, and your pussy drippin’ through your sodden panties. Just dripping.

So damn soaked that he could see it from where he was standing behind you. Higuruma has both hands glued to the sides of your hips, his rough palms drawing lovin’ circles over and over as if he couldn’t trust his very eyes.

As if he couldn’t register it. As if he knew that he was seeing his pretty junior attorney and her just-as-gorgeous pussy. “So fuckin’ wet…” But he couldn’t bring himself to believe it was all real. “S’this all for me, angel?”

“Yes—” You moan, pushing your cunt back against him. Your slit drags down the tight front of his pants n’ snags on his thickened erection. “Give it t’me, sir.”

“Fuck.” His body ruts- shoving you against the wooden lining of the desk. Uncontrollable. 

You yelp at the way you’re pushed further up the furniture, important documents fluttering at the movement. “O-oh—”

“Careful, angel. Caaaaareful.” His husky baritone sends shivers up your spine- heightened even more at the ringing sound of his zipper. Being pushed aaaaaall the way down as he pulls his throbbing cock out- you attempt to swivel your head behind to take a good look at him.

Only for Higuruma to bang a hand down atop your head and smush your cheek to the frigid surface. All of a sudden, a lecherous slurp! emanating from between your legs - something thick and rock-hard kissin’ your entrance. “I might be a virgin, but that doesn’t mean m’not your boss still, hm?” He gives the lightest rut—the lightest, and sends your hole achin’ at the raw stretch of his cockhead. “Isn’t that right?”

You’re gasping out desperately, “You’re right- you’re right-”

“I’m right…who?” He’s humming - enjoying this far too much. Sounding so mean.

“What?” Struggling against his hold to stare into those deep, dark eyes. “I thought you said not to-”

“That was then.” There was such a tone of finality in Higuruma’s voice, and his jaw unfastens a little when he feels just how wet you’re gushing out against him. Sliiiiiiding your glaze down his plumpened tip and all the way along his shaft- “But when we fuck…call me ‘sir’.”

And that’s exactly what you’re keening out - loud enough that you’re sure the entire building might have heard had it not been empty at this sinful hour. Because just then, Higuruma swabs his slurpin’ cockhead against your hole and funnels you with his length.

So long. So thick.

Such an incredible primal length that it-

“Fuh-fuck.” Did Higuruma Hiromi just stutter? 

And not only was the lawyer stuttering - letting his voice shatter into a zillion pieces at the back of his throat - but he was nearly collapsing his body onto yours. His entire hefty weight resting on your cunt, his fingers trembling wherever they held onto you, his cockhead probin’ between your pussylips and hitting your cervix with a great bang!

Eeeeeeeeasing in. Long and slick.

“Fuck.” He’s repeating like a mantra, like a broken record-player. You hear Higuruma audibly swallow a few times and try to regain his balance-

“Are you alright, si—oh.” Before all his adjusting makes him graze the curvaceous cocktip against your nerves. One of those delicate spots that make you throw your head back and clench-

“Don’t you fucking move.” Higuruma barks out like an order. Suddenly reeling his hips closer and jerking his plump tip against that spot once more- harsh. Sloppy. It’s as if he didn’t even realize he was doing so until he already was. “Actually- don’t do anything.”

“How can I possibly even…”

Pupils blown, eyes rolling to the back of your head at the rapid thud-thud-thudding with his rounded cockhead. “Don’t even say anything.” Almost on cue, his heavy balls were clenching at the pretty sound of your voice. “Don’t even fuh-fuck back.” And you never realized just how strong your boss was until he’s pressing up against you from behind. His ruthless pelvis pinning your restless hips down as he drills into you like a madman.

An utter madman-

“Don’t even fuck- take your panties off.” It was just dizzying the pace he was pounding out already. No hesitation in his thrusts. “Don’t even think—”

A bead of sweat drips down Higuruma’s forehead and ends up splashing onto your back. With his teeth clenched, he’s slithering a hand between your legs and giving your throbbing clit a good pinch-

“Don’t you fucking—oh.” 

To make you squeeze his inexperienced cock harder than ever.

And he sounds almost agonized.

Ruby-red tip glazed with all his creamy pre- he flinches away inside you with no warning. Draggin’ inside your walls with the delicious line of his slit, he’s managing to press into every tiny spot and crevice…before simply halting. Not moving his hips.

Not even one bit.

Like there was something clawing at the most carnal parts of him- and just as you’re about to ask Higuruma what was wrong…you feel something hot and treacly fill you up inside.

Your voice catches in your throat, “Sh-shit, did you just-” 

“Yes.”

“Just from that?”

“Just from that…”

Though you really didn’t need an answer to your query - because at your innards you could feel Higuruma’s seed splosh! away. Taking over every inch of space inside your cunt and glazing each nook with his ivory sap. 

His hand migrates from the back of your head to your neck, pinning your body down further against the mahogany. “Does- fuck, there’s no way pussy feels this good.”

“I mean- ngh.” You babble, mind muddled at the sensation of him stuffing you. Making you overspill. You attempt uselessly to move your hips behind in desire of some friction, “Are you pussydrunk already, sir?”

But he holds steadfast. “No- no, it must just be this pussy. It must just be yours—that’s so fuckin’ unfair.” His voice breaks. His hand slaps down on your skin- and you didn’t think you’d ever get away with going against his orders, did you? Higuruma Hiromi always had been the stern type of boss, always expecting the best from his employees. And that even seeps into his desire right now when he’s shovelling his hips against yours to stop you from moving. Hitting that soft, sweetened target of your womb—hard. “This pussy should be illegal.”

“Oh—” Clawing at the polished wood before you. Allowing the soles of your feet to be fucked inches off of the floor. “Oh my- fuck, sir, I think you’re gonna break the table-”

“So let me break it.” He grumbles, “It’s my table.” Constantly webbing up the back of your pussy with his ribbons of cum- “And you’re my employee.”

“I am-”

“I am…who?”

“I am, sir.” He’s fucking you like he hated you.

“After all-” And you swear you can hear him break out into a chuckle from behind you. “-don’t you worry, angel.”

And you almost dread to hear what nasty words your boss was going to be whispering in your ear. Teething his pearly whites against your sensitive ear. 

Pushing you straight into a wave of bliss-

“You can have my virginity in exchange.”

A/N. GOONERZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

you shake your head at him, denying the obvious.

"hmm, how about..." he stops rocking into you and pulls back, positioning the head of his cock at your entrance, "now?" and he's fucking it all the way into you with a muffled slap!

lungs seizing in your chest and teeth digging into your lower lip as you let out the quietest and most pathetic mewl. a noise that has gojo's smile growing and his hips moving faster.

"you're so cute," he murmurs low, "how about you let go and we wake up your friend?"

a spike of anxiety runs through you, worried eyes looking back at him and he giggles at you. placing his lips over yours for a short, sloppy kiss. you'd tightened up around him and it has his cock twitching inside your walls.

with his mouth off yours, his focus is back on his thrusting. angling his hips into what he knows is your sweet spot. purposefully trying to make you moan loud.

"i've been thinking about this all day, pretty," grabbing your tits and playing with them as he talks, "and now you're depriving me of your cries?" he huffs, "you're so cruel to me."

you're panting behind your hand, you'd glower at him if your eyes weren't rolling to the back of your head. his cock kisses and grinds into your womb and all too quickly you're cumming for him.

biting out a small cry and forcefully holding two hands over your mouth to stifle the sound. trembling as you cum all over gojo's dick, cunt pulsing hot and needy around him.

it sets gojo off, his patience—that he doesn't really possess—snapping and his body rolling you onto the mattress. fucking you in the prone bone position, thrusts wild and barely restrained. you want to remind him to be quiet but you're still cumming.

orgasm only prolonged by the devastating position change, face stuffed into the pillows and biting into it. you're already going to cum again and you're not sure you've even finished.

he's caged you in under his large body and he's whining softly into your ear, sounds that make you preen, hips wriggling back into him more. back arched as much as you can with his body on top of yours.

"your hot cunt always misses me," he comments, "you should be as honest as she is."

tears are making your pillow damp and you're shuddering through another orgasm. one that has gojo cumming, his sticky load painting your walls. his thrusts stutter but he keeps going, fucking you into overstimulation.

eventually stilling and whispering into your ear, "next time i text you, answer."

It was a bargain struck in desperation, your hand traded for the lives of thousands. You had no say in the matter, of course. Your protests fell on deaf ears, drowned out by the clamor of relief from your father’s advisors. 

“It is an honor,” they told you, their voices laced with false cheer. “The emperor himself has chosen you.”

But honor felt like a chain around your neck as preparations for the wedding consumed the kingdom. 

Servants bustled about, draping your chambers in silks imported from the imperial capital, fitting you for gowns that whispered of elegance and submission. And through it all, the stories about him painted a portrait that chilled you to the bone. 

Suguru Geto was no ordinary ruler; he was a force of nature cloaked in imperial robes. 

They said he was cold, his precision in governance as sharp as a blade. He commanded entire rooms without uttering a word – his mere presence enough to silence dissent and bend wills. Always serious, never one for frivolity or warmth, he ruled with an iron fist wrapped in velvet gloves. 

Rumors swirled of his unyielding stare, capable of stripping away pretenses and exposing the raw truth beneath. You imagined him as a statue come to life, beautiful perhaps, but devoid of the spark that made men human.

The journey to the imperial capital was a blur of guarded caravans and endless roads flanked by the empire’s vast armies. 

Your heart pounded with a mix of dread and resignation as the towering spires of the palace came into view, piercing the sky like the teeth of some ancient beast. 

The wedding itself was a spectacle orchestrated to perfection, a union of power and sacrifice under the watchful eyes of nobles, generals, and foreign envoys. You stood at the altar in a gown of crimson and gold, the colors of the empire, feeling like a lamb adorned for the altar.

And then he appeared.

Suguru Geto stepped forward from the shadows of the grand hall, his presence rippling through the assembled crowd like a stone dropped into still water. 

He was taller than you had envisioned, his frame lean and commanding, clad in robes of deep black embroidered with silver threads that caught the light from the chandeliers above. 

His long, dark hair was tied back in a neat ponytail, framing a face that was both strikingly handsome and profoundly unreadable. High cheekbones, full lips pressed into a firm line, and eyes – those piercing dark eyes – that seemed to hold the weight of empires within them. He moved with a deliberate grace, each step measured, as if the very ground yielded to his will.

You expected the coldness, the precision, but not this... politeness. 

As the ceremony began, officiated by a high priest whose voice echoed off the vaulted ceilings, Suguru turned to you. His gaze met yours for the first time, and there was no disdain, no indifference – just a quiet intensity that made your breath catch. 

“It is an honor to stand before you today.” He said, his voice smooth and low, carrying the weight of formality without the edge of cruelty you had feared. The words were polite, scripted perhaps, but delivered with a sincerity that surprised you.

When the time came for the exchange of vows, his hand reached for yours. His touch was firm, fingers encircling your wrist with a possessiveness that sent a murmur through the onlookers. 

To them, it must have looked like a claim, a silent declaration of ownership over the bride offered from a conquered land. His thumb brushed lightly against your pulse point, a fleeting contact that lingered just a moment too long, possessive in its subtlety. 

But to you, it felt restrained, as if he were holding back a tide of something deeper. He didn’t squeeze or demand; instead, he released your hand with a gentle precision, stepping back to allow the priest to continue.

The feast that followed was a whirlwind of opulence: toasts raised in crystal goblets, platters of exotic fruits and roasted meats, musicians playing melodies that wove through the air like silk. 

Suguru sat beside you at the high table, his posture impeccable, engaging in quiet conversations with his advisors. He turned to you occasionally, offering a nod or a brief question about your journey, always polite, always reserved. 

“I hope the capital treats you well.” He commented at one point, his eyes flicking to yours before returning to the room. There was no overt possessiveness now, just that careful distance, as if he were navigating an invisible boundary.

You nodded, murmuring your thanks, but inside, confusion swirled. The man before you was not the monster of rumors; he was serious, yes, but his politeness disarmed you. 

Yet, as the night wore on and the guests departed, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this was merely the beginning of a life tethered to a stranger.

The first weeks of your marriage unfolded in a haze of adjustment. 

The imperial palace was a labyrinth of grandeur: endless corridors lined with tapestries depicting the empire’s triumphs, gardens that bloomed eternally under the care of silent gardeners, and chambers that dwarfed anything you had known back home. 

Your days were filled with the quiet routines of a new empress: lessons in court etiquette from stern-faced tutors, audiences with the emperor’s inner circle where you were introduced as a symbol of unity, and solitary afternoons wandering the palace grounds, trying to find your place in this vast, impersonal world.

Suguru, true to the tales, was a phantom in your shared life.

 He rose before dawn for council meetings, his days consumed by the machinery of empire – decrees on trade routes, strategies against border skirmishes, audiences with vassal lords. 

You saw him at meals, formal affairs where conversation was sparse and laced with protocol. He would inquire after your comfort with that same polite detachment: 

“Have the seamstresses provided suitable attire?” or “Does the library suit your interests?” 

His touches, when they occurred, were minimal: a hand at the small of your back to guide you through a crowded hall, fingers that rested there with a firmness that bordered on possessive, drawing sidelong glances from the courtiers. 

But he never lingered, never crossed into intimacy. He was trying, you sensed, not to overstep, to respect the boundaries of an arrangement born of necessity rather than choice.

Nights were the hardest. Your shared bedchamber was a masterpiece of luxury, with a canopied bed draped in silks and a balcony overlooking the city lights. 

But Suguru retired late, often after you had feigned sleep, slipping into the adjoining study to pore over scrolls by candlelight. 

When he did join you, it was with a quiet efficiency – he changed into night robes, bid you goodnight with a nod, and turned his back, leaving an ocean of space between you on the mattress. No overtures, no attempts to bridge the gap. 

You lay awake, staring at the ornate ceiling, wondering if this was to be your existence: a beautiful cage, shared with a husband who treated you like a fragile artifact.

Months slipped by in this rhythm, the initial novelty of palace life giving way to a creeping isolation. 

You threw yourself into diversions to fill the void: studying the empire’s history in the vast library, where shelves towered like ancient trees; tending to a small herb garden in the secluded east wing, the soil grounding you in something tangible; even hosting modest teas for the wives of nobles, though their conversations often skirted around you, laced with curiosity about the “foreign bride.” 

Your kingdom’s tribute arrived regularly, reports from your father assuring you that peace held, but the letters were tinged with gratitude that felt like another layer of your sacrifice.

Suguru’s routine remained unchanging. He commanded the court with effortless authority, his presence alone quelling debates in the throne room. 

You observed him from afar during public sessions, noting how ministers straightened at his approach, how his rare words cut through noise like a scalpel. 

He was precise in everything – his edicts fair but unyielding, his gaze assessing without cruelty. Yet, in private moments, when your paths crossed in the halls, his politeness persisted. 

A slight bow of the head, a murmured “Good morning,” and that occasional touch – a brush of knuckles against your arm as he passed a document, possessive in its intent but withdrawn before it could unsettle.

But the distance gnawed at you. As a married woman, you were expected to embody grace and companionship, yet your husband barely acknowledged your existence beyond duty. 

Whispers among the servants reached your ears: “The emperor is reserved,” they said, “but perhaps he finds the arrangement... unappealing.” 

It stung, fueling a frustration that simmered beneath your composed exterior. You were no longer the sheltered princess; you were an empress in name, but a ghost in practice. 

Nights alone in that vast bed amplified the loneliness, the silk sheets cold against your skin, the silence broken only by the distant toll of bells marking the hours.

One evening, after six months of this silent coexistence, the weight became unbearable. 

The sun had dipped below the horizon, painting the palace in hues of amber and shadow. You had spent the day in the gardens, pruning roses that bloomed defiantly despite the chill in the air, but your mind wandered to the man who shared your title yet not your life. 

Dinner had been a solitary affair in your chambers, the food tasteless on your tongue. Suguru was late again, his study door closed against the world.

You couldn’t take it anymore. Straightening your shoulders, you crossed the room and knocked firmly on the study door. Silence, then a quiet “Enter.”

Pushing it open, you found him at his desk, surrounded by maps and ledgers, his hair slightly disheveled from hours of work – a rare glimpse of vulnerability. He looked up, surprise flickering in those dark eyes before it was schooled into his usual composure. 

“Is everything alright?” He asked, setting down his quill.

You stepped inside, closing the door behind you with a decisive click. The room smelled of ink and parchment, a masculine scent that mingled with the faint trace of sandalwood from his robes. 

“No,” you began, your voice steadier than you felt, “everything is not alright. We’ve been married for half a year, Suguru, and you treat me like a stranger in my own home. You command empires with a glance, yet you can’t even look at me without this... wall between us.”

He rose slowly, his height unfolding like a shadow lengthening. For a moment, he was silent, his expression unreadable. 

Then, he moved around the desk, stopping a respectful distance away. 

“I apologize if I’ve made you feel unwelcome,” he replied, his tone polite as ever, but there was a tension in his jaw, a subtle shift in his posture. “This marriage was arranged for the good of your people. I did not wish to impose upon you more than necessary.”

“Impose?” You laughed, a sharp sound that echoed in the quiet space. “We’re husband and wife, not distant allies. You leave me alone to wander these halls, doing ’your own thing’ while I do mine.” 

Your voice rose, laced with the bitterness that had been festering for months. “Months have passed, and I feel more isolated here than I ever did in my father’s palace. Do you even see me? Or am I just a symbol to parade at court?”

Crossing your arms, you glared at him, your cheeks flushed with the heat of confrontation. “I gave up everything – my home, my freedom – for this sham, and you can’t even pretend to be interested? It’s humiliating. Everyone whispers about the distant emperor and his unwanted bride. If you hate this as much as I think you do, just say it. End this farce.”

Suguru rose from his chair in one fluid motion, his height towering over you as he rounded the desk.

His expression shifted, the polite mask cracking to reveal a glint of something wilder, more intense: a slight craze flickering in his eyes, like a man on the edge of unleashing what he’d kept chained. 

He closed the distance between you in two strides, backing you against the wall with his body, not touching yet, but close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from him. His hands planted on either side of your head, caging you in, his face inches from yours. 

Those dark eyes bored into you, pupils dilated with obsession, his breath coming a touch quicker.

“You think I ignore you?” His voice was low, a growl edged with that controlled madness, his lips curling into a smirk that didn’t reach his eyes – eyes that burned with possession. 

“Gods, woman, you’ve been driving me insane. I love you– obsess over you. Do you have any idea how many times I’ve jerked my cock to stop myself from bending you over the nearest surface?”

His words hit you like a wave, raw and unfiltered, his body pressing closer now, one hand sliding to your waist in a grip that was firm; unyielding. 

You opened your mouth to retort, frustration still sparking. “You could’ve just—” 

But he cut you off by crashing his lips against yours, the kiss fierce and demanding, his tongue sweeping in to claim every inch. 

It wasn’t gentle – it was a release, his obsession pouring out as he devoured you, one hand tangling in your hair to tilt your head back.

When he pulled away, both of you breathing hard, his forehead rested against yours, eyes wild. 

“No more waiting,” he murmured, voice husky with need. “You’re coming with me. Now.”

Before you could protest or process, he scooped you up effortlessly, your legs wrapping instinctively around his waist as he carried you out of the study and down the dimly lit corridor to his private chambers. The palace was quiet at this hour, servants dismissed, leaving only the echo of his boots on the stone floor. 

He kicked the heavy door shut behind you, the sound final, and deposited you on the edge of the massive bed, its linens rumpled from his earlier retreat.

You glared up at him, heart pounding, a mix of anger and something hotter swirling in your chest. “You think you can just manhandle me like that? After ignoring me for months?”

Suguru’s eyes darkened, that slight craze sharpening as he loomed over you, shrugging off his outer robe to reveal the taut lines of his chest beneath a simple tunic. 

“Oh, I think I can.” He mused, his tone laced with something dark. “And I will. You’ve been a bratty little thing, haven’t you? Snapping at me like you don’t crave this as much as I do. But don’t worry, I’ll fix that attitude.”

He grabbed your wrist, pulling you to your feet and spinning you around with surprising gentleness despite the command in his movements. His hands worked quickly at the ties of your robes, peeling them away until you stood bare before him, the cool air raising goosebumps on your skin. 

You shivered, trying to twist back to face him, but his palm pressed between your shoulder blades, guiding you down onto the bed on all fours. 

“Stay.” He ordered, voice firm. “Ass up, like the needy wife you are.”

Heat flooded your face, frustration bubbling up as you shot a glare over your shoulder. “Needy? You’re the one who’s been—ah!”

The first spank landed sharp on your ass, the sting blooming into warmth that made you gasp. His hand soothed the spot immediately after, rubbing circles that contrasted the correction. 

“Watch that mouth.” He warned, though his voice held a thread of praise. “Such a pretty slut, thinking you can talk back to your emperor. But you’ll learn.”

You bit your lip, trying to hold onto the fire, but another spank followed, harder, jolting you forward. “Suguru, you can’t just—”

He tugged your hair then, pulling your head back gently but insistently, forcing you to arch as he leaned over you, his breath hot against your ear. “I can, and I will. You’ve teased me for months without knowing it. Now, spread those legs wider. Show me how wet you are from this.”

Defiance flickered, but so did desire, your body betraying you as you complied, thighs parting to reveal the slickness between them. 

Suguru groaned low in his throat, shedding the rest of his clothes until his hard cock sprang free, thick and veined, the tip already glistening. He positioned himself behind you, the head nudging your entrance, teasing without entering. 

“Look at you, dripping for it. Such a good girl under all that attitude, aren’t you? Or do I need to spank this greedy pussy to remind you?”

You pushed back against him, bratty even now. “Just put it in already, or are you all talk?”

His chuckle was dark, obsessed, as he yanked your hair again, the pull sending sparks down your spine. 

“Eager wifey.” He murmured, degradation mixing with the way his free hand praised by stroking your hip. “But you’ll beg properly soon.”

With one thrust, he buried himself inside you, stretching your walls around his girth.The sensation was overwhelming – full, burning, perfect – and your attitude shattered in an instant. 

A moan tore from your throat, your arms buckling as you melted beneath him, body going pliant, obedient. No more fight; just surrender to the cock that filled you so completely.

Suguru stilled, buried deep, his hand releasing your hair to grip your hips instead. 

“There it is…” He teased, voice smug as he rocked shallowly, letting you feel every inch. “One push of my cock, and the brat disappears. Look at you, melting like the cockdrunk wife you were meant to be. So obedient now, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

You whimpered, nodding into the sheets, the words hitting harder than any spank. “Y-Yes... please, Suguru...”

He laughed softly, starting a slow rhythm, pulling out almost to the tip before sliding back in, dragging against your inner walls. Each thrust built the pressure, his hands roaming: one spanking your ass lightly now, more for emphasis than punishment, the other tugging your hair to keep your back arched. 

“That’s better. My perfect little whore, taking it so well. You’ve been begging for this without words, haven’t you? Strutting around, making my cock ache every night.”

The pace quickened gradually, his hips snapping forward with precision, the slap of skin on skin filling the chamber. 

You pushed back to meet him, lost in the drag of his length, the way he hit that spot deep inside over and over. Dialogue flowed between thrusts, his voice a constant tease. 

“Tell me how it feels, wife. Does my cock shut that smart mouth of yours?”

You tried to respond sassily at first, the remnants of frustration lingering. “It– it’s good, but you could—oh fuck—go harder...”

Another thrust, sharper, making your ass jiggle and your pussy clench tighter around him. 

“Harder? Greedy– n-ngh, greedy brat.” He growled, tugging your hair to pull you up slightly, his chest pressing to your back. “I’ll fuck you until you can’t talk back if you don’t learn to beg f’me.”

“Please,” you gasped, the word breaking free as pleasure coiled tight. “Harder, please, Suguru...”

He obliged, pounding into you with relentless force, his cock bulging your belly slightly with each deep plunge – you could feel it, the outline pressing against your skin from inside. 

“Good girl.” He cooed, dragging out each syllable in an almost childish manner. “Look at that – my cock reshaping your pretty pussy. You’re mine now, all mine.”

The first orgasm crashed over you without warning, walls fluttering wildly as you cried out, soaking his length with your release. 

But he didn’t stop, thrusting through it, his hand slipping around to rub your clit in firm circles. “Holy shit.” He murmured, obsessed edge in his voice. “Cum again for me, show me how much you need this.”

You were a mess, babbling incoherently as he dragged it out, the overstimulation making your thighs quake. “Suguru—ah!—too much... can’t...”

“You can.” He commanded, spanking once more for good measure, the sting pushing you higher. “Be my lovely wife and cum on your– mmf, your emperor’s cock.”

The second climax built slower, deeper, his pace varying: slow grinds that let you feel the belly bulge, then fast snaps that had you seeing stars. 

When it hit, you squirted, gushing around him in hot spurts that drenched the sheets, your body convulsing as you wailed his name.

Suguru groaned, his control fraying. “Fuck, yes—take it all.” 

With a final, brutal thrust, he came, flooding your pussy with thick ropes of cum, his hips jerking as he painted your insides white. 

He stayed buried, grinding to push it deeper, whispering, “Gonna breed you, fill you up until you’re swollen with my child. My pretty girl, carrying my heir.”

He pulled out slowly after, cum leaking from you, but he wasn’t done. 

Flipping you onto your back with ease, he settled between your thighs in missionary, sliding back in with a wet squelch. Your legs hooked around his waist instinctively, pulling him closer as he loomed over you, eyes locked on yours: wild, loving, crazed.

Now, with him face-to-face, the teasing shifted.

You were fully cockdrunk, mind hazy, body pliant as he rocked into you languidly at first, letting the sensitivity build anew. 

“Look at you,” he cooed, mixed praise dripping from his lips. “So fucked out already, but still greedy for more. Pussy milking me like it never wants me to leave.”

You nodded hazily, not really processing, just agreeing on instinct. “Uh-huh... more...”

He chuckled, low and affectionate, thrusting deeper to emphasize the belly bulge again, his hand pressing on it. “That’s right, just agree. You’re not even listening, are you? Too cockdrunk to think, huh?”

“Mmh, yeah.” You murmured, eyes half-lidded, lost in the sensation as he picked up speed. 

Conversation turned to moans and affirmatives from you, while he teased relentlessly. “Such a good girl now, no more brattiness. Just my pliant girl, taking every inch. Gonna cum inside again, ’kay?”

The rhythm dragged on, his cock stirring his previous load inside you, the slick sounds obscene. 

He kissed you deeply, swallowing your whimpers, then trailed bites down your neck as he angled to hit your g-spot. “Feel that? Yeah? Tell me you’re mine, sweetheart.”

“I’m yours…!” You breathed, the words automatic, mind adrift in bliss. 

He laughed again, the sound vibrating through you. “Damn right you are. Fucked so stupid, aren’t you? But you love it.”

The final orgasm built like a tidal wave, shared this time. Your walls clamped down, squirting weakly around him as you shattered, crying out. 

Suguru followed seconds later, groaning as he emptied another load, hips stuttering. “Hngh, fuck! Take it…!”

Spent, he eased out, but instead of collapsing, he kissed down your body, settling between your legs. “Gonna clean you up.” He promised, voice soft now, obsessed tenderness shining through. 

His tongue lapped at your folds, gathering the mix of cum and your juices, sucking gently on your clit until you twitched oversensitive. 

“M’kay…” You mumbled, too tired to do anything but agree, especially when he talked so sweetly.

He hummed approval, delving deeper, fucking you with his tongue to scoop out his seed. “Can’t let it go to waste. Taste so good mixed with me.”

You carded fingers through his hair, boneless, as aftershocks rippled. 

When he finished, he crawled up, pulling you into his arms. Your bodies tangled, his chest to your back, hand splayed possessively over your stomach. 

“Sleep now, my love.” He whispered, pressing kisses to your shoulder. “Won’t avoid you anymore.”

Exhaustion claimed you both, drifting off in a cocoon of warmth, the months of distance forgotten in the intimacy you’d finally claimed.

a/n: can you guys tell when i started rushing this.. i also tried to get fancy i dont know if it worked i just hope you guys like it..

Pornstar Satoru stops listening when he sees you enter the room, completely out of place at the coke filled, booze filled party, wearing a pair of black glasses that cover half of your pretty face, and a little nervous look as you stand there, in a cute white pleated skirt and a big oversized sweater. Satoru smacks Suguru on the shoulder then and he coughs up smoke. 'Shit what is it?' Satoru looks back at you, when you're handed a drink, some guy flirting as you look down shyly. 'Who's she?' Suguru blinks a bit curiously. 'I don't know, she's pretty though'

Pornstar Satoru scowls at Suguru who snorts in laughter then. 'Satoru we don't have 'girlfriends' and she... looks like a good girl' your eyes catch his then, across the room, like something shifts as you smile sweetly, before peering at your phone, biting your lip in concentration. 'I'm talking to her' Suguru chuckles as he watches his friend, and Satoru feels his heart race when he comes too close to you, something he can't say he's felt, even pleasing countless beauties, nothing has quite altered him as your sweet turn of lips, as you look down at your converse, so out of place you're fucking adorable. 'Hey sweetheart... Satoru Gojo' he says, introducing himself with ease, expecting you to maybe notice him, get starstruck, fuck women get wet just near him, but you simply grin, and your name whispers through his mind when it spills from your lips.

Pornstar Satoru has you sitting with him later, you fall into easy conversation, you're a little gamer nerd, you love science and the environment, he just bets you were head of your ecology club in college, which you quickly confirm, all while you're in awe of just how beautiful this man is. He's sweet, he's sexy... you feel he shouldn't even be talking to you. You're pretty but... he's experienced so clearly, by every way he moves, he's worldly, so confident, and you've never really left this little part of LA, but the two of you can't stop talking, to the point you forget what brought you here.

Pornstar Satoru laughs with you, as you're sitting side by side, and he lights up a blunt, leaning back on the burgundy couch on the outskirts of the party, inhaling it deep into his lungs. 'Want a hit, sweets?' he murmurs, you take it nervously, putting it to your lips and inhaling a bit, before coughing, covering your mouth. Satoru chuckles, 'you're cute' earning your cheeks heating up. 'Can you tell I don't do this?' you're nervously tapping your leg now. 'Yeah, what does bring you here, doesn't seem your...' 'my scene?' he nods then. 'yeah, that.'

Pornstar Satoru watches avidly as you sip on your drink, wincing at the strong liquor. 'Well, my friend invited me over, but she's running late' Satoru grins now. 'Party time is different, everyone comes late, that's on time. About fifteen minutes late' 'oh no I came early!' you smack your own forehead, giggling along with him. 'Are you like... a model, or an actor?' you ask, eyeing him and his baby blues, the cheekbones so perfect, those lips that wrap the blunt again. 'You could say I'm a bit of both,' he muses, then spits out his drink when you ask 'what are you in!?'

Pornstar Satoru coughs just a bit, he's never been ashamed of what he does, but he's nervous for some reason to tell you. Why, he doesn't know. 'I'm... into some indie flicks' you brighten up then. 'Oh, let me know, I love lowkey films! I bet you're great' Satoru sighs, gulping down the rest of his drink and eyeing your cup. 'Want more?' you frown now, maybe you're asking too much, or offending this actor that you don't recognize him!? You nod, the amount of people around you making you press against this friendly, pretty white haired stranger just a little more.

Pornstar Satoru has another drink, eyeing the sea of bodies undulating in the extravagant mansion, and soon the two of you are dancing together you're cute and so awkward, Satoru's enjoying this far, far too much. He has plenty of costars and fans come up to the two of you, but he's too interested in showing you how to move your hips to pay them any mind, when finally your friend comes. Satoru instantly recognizes her, she's a pretty famous co star he's collabed with on her Onlyfans not long ago. When she sees you giggling and enjoying yourself so much, she damn near drags you away, making Satoru curse.

Pornstar Satoru eyes you when your friend whispers in your ear- 'you really don't recognize him!?' you blink curiously, looking at him more closely. 'Should I?' she sighs then, eyeing Satoru up and down. 'He was in my OF videos, we collabed' you heat up furiously then. 'I never watched your videos! I just subbed to be supportive!' she giggles. 'You're so cute, I thought you at least watched some?' you shake your head nervously. 'I don't really watch, is he... like an OnlyFans guy?' Satoru is back over with Suguru now, while you sip your drink, feeling your body warm up. 'He's the top pornstar there is, the collab was like a dream. He's really sweet but you should know is all, you're kinda...' you glare. 'kinda what?' she giggles again. 'you're just... sweet, emotional, is all'

Pornstar Satoru expects you to be done with him once you find out, after all you just seem innocent, uncorrupted for this city, not the kind of girl to be at this party where lines are being snorted off bodies, and people are naked and jumping in the pools, a heady, wild atmosphere. But you smile at him, as you murmur - 'he's sweet?' to your friend. She nods then. 'He is, but just know... he doesn't date so, it'd only be physical' you frown at that now, that's not something you think you can do, you're about as demisexual as it gets, hence your very limited experience. 'He doesn't date at all?' Your friend gently touches your shoulder. 'No, love, I'd hate to see you hurt'

Pornstar Satoru catches you before you leave later that night, when you are just feeling too out of place, his big hand wrapped around your delicate wrist, earning you looking up at him. He can't stop thinking how pretty your eyes would look rolled back, how good your lips would feel wrapped around his cock, as you relax a bit, turning and looking up. 'Headed out already?' he asks softly, you flush as you remember just what he does for a living, your friend had just described his cock in far too vivid detail. 'It's not really my thing, but I'm glad we met, Gojo' you smile so cute then, leaning up and pecking him on the cheek, his arm wraps your waist as he leans down, inhaling that sweet vanilla scent cloying to your skin.

Pornstar Satoru pulls you in closer, blue eyes staring under snowy lashes. 'Can I... get your number?' Satoru has never asked for a number a day in his life, but he delights in watching you shift nervously, nodding as you tuck your hair behind your ear. 'Yeah, I'd like that' he exchanges numbers, tilting your chin up then, watching the way your eyes dilate, the color spread on your pretty cheeks. 'She told you?' you clear your throat, nodding a bit, still being captured by his fingers. 'I don't judge at all, Gojo, I'd still like to be... friends...' your whisper is met with the most subtle kiss on your lips, shooting desire hot and heavy until Satoru releases you, plump lips smirking- 'sure, sweets, we can be friends'

Pornstar Satoru can't get you off his mind, the feel of your skin on his, the sweet sigh against his lips. He is on a big shoot and - the Satoru Gojo that never gets soft - is having trouble keeping it up, to the amusement of his costar Pornstar Sukuna. Satoru scowls at his comments, just picturing your sweet lips against his for that brief moment. A man who just fucks and fucks, and doesn't feel, is hung up just on some fucking kiss. He has to take a break after pleasing his costar with his fingers, she's cumming so much she doesn't notice, but the directors wonder why he's off. He's in his own dressing room, eyeing the phone, hands shaking as he decides to type a message - 'could you give me a picture, sweets, to save as your caller id?'

Pornstar Satoru finds his cock is right back on hard when you send one quickly, just a cute selfie with a little peace sign, but he sees your glossy fucking lips, the teeth indentations he aches to rub the tip of his cock on, along with just a hint of your breasts. Your nipples press against the thin material of your little tee shirt- Pokemon, he notices, smiling- his cock throbbing. 'Can I get one too?' you're biting that lower lip nervously as you ask, getting a picture of him shirtless then, doing nothing to stifle the curiosity in your mind, your heart racing as you seee his body. 'You at a shoot?' you ask in the messages, he hesitates before answering - 'yes' - and somehow you feel jealous of whoever his costar is. You message a - kill it, Gojo! - despite the feeling in your tummy, little do you know you're drowning his fucking mind when he performs later, feeling the star squirting all over his latex covered cock.

Pornstar Satoru can't stop texting you that week, he can't even get hard if he doesn't look at that picture, and you can't stop your curiosity, when you friend mentions he's doing a live stream. Since Satoru can hardly perform, he's decided to masturbate on live cam, in minutes making more than he'd make in a shoot, all while having your picture propped up. People are chatting, watching, dollars by the hundreds being tipped every moment, fuck he's making way more than he usually would, and he can think of you. He laughs softly, abs flexing as he hits the right angle, reading the comments, making you dripping wet, this isn't what you do!?

Pornstar Satoru is stroking his wet, slick cock that's glistening, up and down with his huge hand, and you feel your pussy clench, breath coming faster, unsure whether to look away or keep staring, meanwhile he's picturing you in all sorts of positions, on your knees, a fucking mating press. He's shutting his eyes for a moment, grinning as the viewers go crazy. 'I know, it's pretty, huh?' he spits right on that long, veiny cock of his, pinching his pink tip and whining, white lashes fluttering open right when he sees a familiar name enter the chat.

Your name.

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‘Hi sweetheart,’ he’d said in fifth grade, it was snowing all over and he was waving with his light blue mittens. You had paused, blushing furiously underneath your scarf. ‘Hmm, are you pink from the cold?’

‘N-no! Ah… I’m just… sweetheart?’ he blushed a brighter pink with his fair skin, clearing his throat.

‘I saw them say it in a show and thought it was cute,’ he admitted, laughing softly. ‘Is it weird to say?’

‘N-no! No, I um… think it’s… I…’

‘Like a nickname, you call me Toru, right?’

‘Right!’ you said brightly, grinning with him now. ‘You can call me sweetheart if you want, Toru.’

He came and ruffled your hair, already Satoru was taller than anyone in the school, he seemed just a little too mature sometimes, with you though he was able to just be a kid. You loved seeing that, even young you saw all the pressure put on him with his schooling from his parents.

‘Sweetheart.’

The emotions catch in your throat that he can’t say it – you get it, you do. It’s not respectful to call another girl that, everything about your friendship was upsetting Sarah, and the last thing you wanted was him to hurt because of you. Yet the thought of losing him was extremely painful. You knew both of you would move on one day, but fuck it hurt.

“You don’t seem happy, and I don’t think that’s just me coming to college. Is she always that way?” You ask hesitantly, seeing him stiffen.

“She’s just very passionate I guess,” you sigh, Satoru leans closer, a little leaf has blown and landed on your hair. “Here, something got on there.”

“I think our plan is working,” Shoko and Suguru are leaning in front of the school building, smoking ciggies and watching you and Satoru sit on a bench, talking and leaning just a bit closer. “Suguru, you play it well.”

“Well she is pretty and I do like her,” he inhales his cigarette, exhaling the smoke in a puffy cloud. “But of course she belongs with Satoru. They've always belonged together.”

“Ah, two dummies,” Shoko laughs just a bit, seeing the way Gojo tucks your hair behind your ear before Sarah drives up in her little ostentatious sports car. “I hope it works, that ‘cheer captain!’ is gonna make me catch a charge.”

“Fuck I hope so too, let me get to my role,” Suguru bows and flicks the cigarette, Shoko snorts.

She watches as Suguru ‘casually’ bumps into you, watches Gojo's face – so jealous even if he thinks he's hiding it. She leans back against the brick wall, putting the cigarette to her lips as Nanami comes over, coughing.

“Terrible for you,” she hands him one, so he lights it like he always does. “Terrible influence.”

“You love them,” she flicks her ash and hands him a light. “Watch the two dummies, it's my pastime."

“I'm way past tired of seeing them fumble since we were in third grade,” he swipes some of his blond locks back, shaking his head. “Look how they just eye each other. Who thinks that's normal?”

“I know,” Suguru kisses your hand, Nanami and Shoko snort as they watch the scowl from Satoru, glaringly apparent across the courtyard.

“He's really going for it, huh?”

“He is, I hope it works, I can't stand seeing Sarah-”

“Ah ah,” Shoko puts her fingertips to his lips. “Don't say her name.”

“She's not Voldemort!” Nanami’s words make Shoko sigh.

“Yes she is – Voldemort with perky tits.”

“Yuck…” Shoko laughs now.

“She can be hot and a bitch.”

“No, it ruins it all for me,” Nanami ruffles Shoko’s hair, putting out the cigarette now. “Quit smoking.”

Shoko opens another and earns Nanami’s look of annoyance, peering over at the scene unfolding in front of her.

Suguru eyes are on you, smiling at your blush and Gojo's scowl he can feel burning his back. He would feel bad but he needs his best friends to just figure this the fuck out, and pissing off Satoru wasn't the worst side effect of that. He just hopes it works, he can't stand seeing a shell of both of you.

“I got you this,” Suguru pulls out a small, slightly battered copy of your favorite book ever from his bag, the one you’d mentioned you lost over the summer when you two hung out at the party.

“For me? How did you even remember?” You can’t help but smile, feeling Satoru’s eyes watch you, your fingers tracing the worn cover.

“I remember alot.”

You’re so caught up in his gesture, giggling all cute – that you don’t notice the way Satoru has gone completely still, standing next to Sarah who had gotten out of her car. The book, it was your favorite, Satoru had seen you read it over and over.

Wuthering Heights.

Your face looks so pretty then, smile on it brightening everything, but moreso the way Suguru is looking at you – fucking love sick. That hits him hard, he knew you and Suguru were getting closer, but this felt a little too intimate, a little too real, and he can’t say or do anything.

He should be happy, not envious that Suguru thought enough to do that for you, something that he should have done, or at least he felt he should have. Satoru hardly notices Sarah talking, and he feels even worse about it, falling into a self loathing that’s hard to get out of. Why didn’t he even know you lost it? Why was Suguru already getting that smile from you?

Why couldn’t he just be happy for his two friends?

“There you are, babe! I was starting to think you’d forgotten about me.” she clings to Satoru tightly, smiling mean at you now. “What are we all staring at?”

You pause and look at her, then Satoru. “Nothing, Suguru just got me a replacement for a book I lost.”

“We should uh…” Satoru trails off. “Go.”

“Wait a minute,” she looks right at you with a nasty smile. “About that double date! Friday night? That new Italian place? It’s perfect!”

“Um, sure,” you clear your throat, plastering on a fake smile. “Sounds good to me.”

“Thanks for being nice to her,” Satoru says as he sits in the passenger seat of her car, she kisses him and looks at you over his head.

Right at you.

She makes a fucking show of running her fingers along that undercut, hitting you right in the chest, envy and jealousy that you don’t want to feel. You refuse to acknowledge it, instead looking back down at your book, ignoring the blatant public display she’s putting on.

“Sarah…”

“What, you look so sexy today Satoru,” he can practically feel your eyes on them, turning for a moment to see you look quickly away. “We’re going on a double date, why be careful what we do? She’s just your friend.”

“No, no, just the pda in front of everyone is always a little crazy,” she hums and takes his hand, putting it on her thigh, deliberately in front of you and Suguru, Satoru clears his throat, looking at where she sat it.

“Then let’s go somewhere private.”

“Hey,” Suguru catches your attention as they drive off, you try to focus then, touching the book carefully. “I feel like I dragged you into the date.”

“No, no!”

“I did,” he sighs now, rubbing the back of his neck. “I didn’t even ask you on my own, or tell you I um… like you.”

“Oh? You like me?” He does like you, he’s not lying – though he doesn’t reveal the fact that this is all to get you with Satoru. He’d feel bad about it if him Shoko, Hime and Kento all agreed the same.

You two needed a little push.

“Of course I do,” he brushes your hair back, what Satoru had done earlier and then stopped himself, you feel heat rise to your cheeks, tummy fluttering just a bit. Suguru had quite this cute effect on you, not the violent moths that Satoru brought constantly, it was gentler, but still something you’ve not felt with other boys.

Suguru and Satoru were both two of the most attractive men you’ve seen, and both your friends for a long time. You hadn’t met Suguru till eighth but you feel comfortable with him. Maybe it would be a good thing to try to push things back, to let Satoru be happy with Sarah and come to terms that your relationship would be different.

You can't ever find love if you're pining away from what could never be.

You look into pretty amethyst eyes and touch his shoulder nervously. You're not just ‘inexperienced’. You've never even let anyone kiss you before. You've missed out on so much because of your love for Satoru and something about that look from Sarah cinched it all in, sinking into your mind.

You can't confess your love without hurting another girl and ruining your friendship.

“I want to hang out with you Suguru,” you say softly, he leans down and tilts your chin up, amethyst eyes swirling all pretty – lids heavy as he smiles at you.

“Do you? I kinda thought you and Satoru…”

“Ah, no he doesn’t look at me like that,” you clear your throat then, his lips are hovering close. You can’t say you never kissed, ugh!

“I’m um, nervous.” You mumble instead, earning his soft smile.

“It’s no rush, Princess, plant one on here,” he taps his cheek and you giggle, tiptoeing and doing just that, your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of his warm skin under your lips.

“You’re sweet,” he brushes a hand down your back, respectful but still you feel the tension in your tummy, biting your lip. “I think it’ll be fun, if not for…”

“The evil witch disguised as a cheer captain?”

You snort a little. “Yeah, that.”

“Well we can go on a date alone next, sound good?”

“Very,” Suguru walks you over to your next class before waving goodbye, leaving you to walk with Shoko, both of you are in pre med classes. “Hey Shoko!”

“Hey sweets,” she smiles a bit at you. “You and Sugu, huh?”

“Just a little date!”

“You’re cute.” She ruffles your hair.

“Does everyone have to do that?” You blow your hair from your face, Shoko laughs a bit. “Um, Shoko?”

“Hmm?” She sucks on a lollipop, and your eyes dart to her lips.

“Could you show me how to kiss sometime?”

“What?” She blinks rapidly, and then sees your face. “Oh sweets you don’t know how?”

“No, ugh! Not not of course but, some time? Suguru doesn’t know I haven’t kissed, and I don’t want to be terrible at it.”

“I doubt you’d be bad at it,” she sighs then, taking your hand and sneaking you into an empty class.

“Shoko, we’ll be late!”

She laughs softly and pulls her lollipop out of her mouth, pressing you just a bit against the door, you know she’s your friend and you feel comfy but suddenly your heart is racing. “Why no kiss, pretty girl?”

“Shoko you’re making me question my sexuality,” she just smiles, running her delicate fingers along your jaw, humming. “I was… ugh, if I tell you please keep it a secret?”

“Of course I will,” she runs a thumb over your lower lip, leaning towards you so you can inhale her sweet scent. “We’re friends I won’t betray that.”

“It was some dumb hope for Satoru,” she sighs as you shut your eyes. “I will not be disrespectful to his relationship, I swear.”

“I wish you would I hate that little bitch,” you laugh softly and open your eyes. “I know you wouldn’t. Did you ever think Satoru liked you back?”

“No, not more than a friend,” Shoko almost laughs, you and Satoru are the most clueless people she’s ever heard of.

She can’t wait to rub it in his face one day that she kissed you first.

“Hmm, purse your lips just a bit,” you do that and she presses hers on yours, soft and sweet like cherry from the red lolly, you let out a soft little sound and Shoko pulls back. “Press yours against mine.”

You lean closer, pressing your lips more firmly against Shoko’s, gasping when her little pink tongue darts along the seam of yours, letting her in the warm recesses of your mouth. Your hands gently rest on her waist, your tongue tentatively moving back, as her hand entangles in your hair and tugs, your soft little moan should be embarrassing but it escapes anyway.

Shoko can kiss.

She’s so soft and sensual, you copy her moves a bit and commit them to memory, flustered and warm, when she pulls back and just a trail of saliva drips between your lips. She smiles at your pretty, dazed expression, pressing another kiss on your lower lip and nipping it with her teeth.

“You’re a natural,” she murmurs, you’re still dazed as fuck from her, soft brown eyes glinting all mischievous. “You allright baby?”

“Y-yes um, you’re just really hot?” She laughs a bit, before she takes that lolly pop and brushes it on your lips.

“Suck,” you obey immediately. “Mmm, good girl.”

“Shoko!” Are you into women!?

You’re into her.

“You’re so cute,” you hold the lolly and suck it again, earning her pleased expression. “Good practice?’

“Very,” you clear your throat as your tongue swirls the candy. “Aww you’re my first kiss!”

“I feel very special, Satoru missed out,” at the mention your heart races just a little bit. “But Suguru seems like he really is interested?”

“He does, and I like him,” you admit, trying to focus on the now, the way the candy tastes, Shoko walking next to you again as you both sneak into class.

You would at least give this a try, and work on just being a friend to Satoru Gojo, even if that hurt.

*****

“Hey,” Satoru is alone when you meet him at the restaurant, phone in hand as he smiles up at you. “Sarah is runnin’ late.”

“So is Suguru,” you sit next to him in the circular booth, your thighs brush against his and you scooch away a bit, heart racing in your chest violently. Why can’t you just be normal around him? “How are you and Sarah doing? I’m sorry if I seemed like I was prying the other day.”

“No, no, you didn’t,” he trails off a bit, fidgeting with his phone, flipping it in little circles in his hand, a movement he’s done for years with various objects. Something you’ve noticed he does when he’s nervous, which isn’t too often. “You like Suguru, huh?”

“I do,” you blush now, looking down. “I guess you could say I had a crush on both of you.”

“What?” You look back up at him, seeing his brows raised, lips parted. He’s wearing this dress shirt that has no right fitting him like it does, tailored like all of his were to fit him like a glove. You struggle not to notice how buff he’s gotten, the muscles visible under the thin white.

“Well might as well admit it,” you’re so lying, a crush was not the word for him. You had crushes on Suguru and now – Shoko – but Satoru? That was obsessive, undeniable love. Irrevocable in the amount of nights you’ve laid there and wrote poems for him, songs, journal entries. But at least this gets some of it off your chest. “I guess puppy love.”

“Puppy love,” he trails off, you pull up the menu nervously as the waiter comes over.

“Can I get you anything to drink?”

“Could I get a glass of blush?” You ask, they ask for your ID which you show, and feel Satoru’s gaze heavy on you. “What is it?”

“You drink wine?”

“I have had a couple glasses before, much better than jungle juice,” you nudge him with your shoulder playfully, he doesn’t laugh. “I made it weird! It’s okay if you didn’t crush back.”

God you’re so fucking wrong.

He can’t even stand your scent, your proximity, the way the lights are hitting your pretty face right now. His gaze drops from yours for a moment, flickering down to the soft sweater you chose, the way it falls off one shoulder, softly moulding to your pretty body. The way your collar bones are just begging for his mouth, breasts rising and falling underneath soft wool.

He brushes a lock of your hair that’s fallen over your shoulder, before catching himself and snapping back up to meet your eyes, hand falling. You’re staring at him with dilated eyes and parted lips, ones he’d die to feel on his own – but he has to lie and act like he feels nothing for you, that it was some ‘crush’ like you felt.

How paltry that is to say.

“Toru?” You ask softly, as he clears his throat. “I said too much.”

“No, no of course I crushed on you,” you flush all cute underneath his gaze as he tries to retain some normalcy. “How couldn’t I? Who didn’t?”

“Oh, who did! Silly, you’re too sweet.” You playfully push at his shoulder before pausing, fingers touching his arm carefully.

“Suguru did, clearly,” he murmurs, you smile softly. “Lots of boys did, you were just too shy to really see.”

“Maybe so, but I know all the girls crushed on you!”

“Yeah why wouldn’t they?” He brushes his hair back, feigning ease and confidence, it works – you laugh.

He aches when he sees it. Nerdy little laugh, you snort when you don’t try actively not to, and fuck it’s precious.

Sarah is his girlfriend – if he keeps repeating it, maybe it’ll sink in.

“You um…” he opens his mouth, then closes it. He tries again, his voice coming out rough and quiet. “You… uh…”

“What’s wrong?” You tug at your soft sweater, frowning. “It’s kinda a dress I guess? A sweater dress. I had nothing fancy, ugh! You think Sarah will say something?’

“She… you…” He wants to say you’re fucking beautiful.

How can he? Without being disloyal, without making shit more confusing than it needs to be, but how can he not reassure you? A friend he’s had his whole life, closer to him than family, now he’s awkwardly sitting here and can’t even let you know that you’re lovely, achingly lovely to him.

He clears his throat, smiling as if things are normal. “You look… nice.”

Nice.

“Oh, um thanks,” you smile at that, but he already knows – the word is weak, a pale imitation of what you are to him.

Nice, fucking nice.

What he really wants to say he can’t. “Very uh… nice.”

“Thanks, Toru. You don’t look so bad yourself, but you always look handsome.” You say softly, his jaw clenches, struggling to keep it together.

“I… I mean, your outfit is fine, and your face…”

“My face?”

“It’s fine…” You frown now, and he curses internally.

“My face is fine?”

“Yeah I mean – it’s…” Fuck he’s ruining it all. “You’re so pr-”

Just then, the chime of a bell cuts through the awkward fumbling of Satoru Gojo, the restaurant door swings open and lets in the cool air. Both of you look to see Suguru walk in, his eyes darting around as he swipes off just a bit of snow from his jacket. The weather has been insane lately.

He smiles and walks up. “Hey, sorry I’m late,”

“No, you’re fine!” Suguru smiles, sliding  into the booth next to you, eyes darting across your face as you lean over and hug him.

“Wow, you look so beautiful.”

“Oh Sugu,” you giggle and cover your mouth all cute, as Satoru watches his best friend tell his other best friend what he wanted to say, with ease. “You don’t have to say all that.”

“Well you do, so…” He kisses your cheek, Satoru wants to bash his fucking head on the table and knock himself out. “I love that color on you.”

“Thank you,” Satoru sees Sarah walk in next, in a slinky dress that fits her snatched little waist, tits out, thighs out. You frown when you see her, suddenly looking down at yourself.

She has on Gucci and red bottoms and you have on old navy.

Of course you just look ‘nice’ to Satoru, he has her.

“Oh don’t you look quaint,” Sarah says to you when you all stand to greet her, you suddenly feel mortified, as her fake grin widens. “You must have left your clothes back home! I could see if I have anything from last season that may fit.”

“Oh no, don’t worry,” you feel tears hit as she laughs, kissing Satoru right on the mouth, arms wrapped around his neck. Satoru pulls back, tense as he looks down at her.

“Be nice,” he mouths, she laughs.

“I am!” She whispers in his ear, nipping it and running a hand down his chest. “Mmm, if I be nice will you fill me up later?”

“Sarah,” he pulls back and glares just a bit, she’s not like this when you’re not around – she’s clingy, but she goes so fucking far when you’re here. “Have a seat, we should order.”

“Sarah you look so pretty,” you say then, trying to be friendly, she smirks at you.

“Of course I do.”

You blink, Suguru snorts next to you, a hand resting on your thigh that Satoru can see, the action making him itch to yank his hand off, a toxic, fucked ass thought. He’s unreasonably jealous when he has no right to be, especially with Sarah running her hand up and down his thigh, too high to where he has to pause her, making her pout at him.

“Satoru…”

“Please behave,” he murmurs, you hear him though, focusing on Suguru and the menu now.

“What do you want, princess?” Suguru asks, you get flustered at the name.

“Princess?” Satoru asks, Suguru looks at him and smirks.

“She is one.”

“You don’t call me that!” Sarah’s so fucking loud people are all looking at her from everywhere.

“I call you baby so,” he kisses her nose, she giggles obscenely loud. “It’s good to have you all here, my oldest friends and my girlfriend. I want you all to get along.”

“Oh we are already besties, right?” She asks you, all you can do is manage to nod, remembering the mean words she whispered the other night, when the drinks come over. “Aw, my fave! Satoru!!”

“Of course,” she kisses him dead ass on the mouth again, making everyone uncomfortable, claiming him for her own.

Yeah, you get the hint.

“Want me to order for you?” Suguru offers softly, you smile thankfully and nod. “Got it.”

The dinner is… as fucking awkward as a dinner could be, Sarah is so much over Gojo it’s actually ridiculous to anyone around, her thigh slung over his as she sips her wine, making him feed her from his fork. He tries to disentangle himself, to talk to you and Suguru, but the moment he ignores her she’s back on him, whispering in his ear, fingers trailing across the buttons of his dress shirt.

Luckily, Suguru is the perfect companion, he’s so funny and with him you can almost ignore just how badly everything is hurting you. He offers you a little bite of his food on a fork and you take it nervously, letting him wipe your mouth with his thumb as you chew, eyeing Satoru whose gaze is currently locked on you, since Sarah is engrossed taking selfies with her phone.

Perfect opportunity to make his friend jealous.

Suguru will enjoy this too much, he admits, you do look fucking pretty and he’ll love kissing you, if Satoru doesn’t see reason soon maybe Suguru would actually enjoy you too much. But he knows that connection you all have, and he knows that this would give him his best friends back, make them happy. Kissing you is just a fun little bonus for what really needs to happen.

Suguru tilts your chin up then, and Sarah is babbling on, his eyes see Satoru in his peripherals, knuckles white as his fists clench his slacks, Suguru smiles just a bit before whispering in your ear. “Is it okay if I kiss you?”

“Oh,” you lick your lips again, remembering your lessons from Shoko, a hand on Suguru’s chest. “Yes, I’d like that.”

Suguru lowers his mouth and captures yours, kissing you softly, you sigh into his lips, letting him slip his tongue in teasingly, it’s not obscene like how Sarah just fucking licks her tongue around Satoru like she’s in a hentai – it’s delicate and passionate. You fall into it, remembering how to move your mouth, hearing Sarah’s little snicker and ignoring it.

Suguru and Shoko both kiss way too good, you’re barely able to keep up without feeling dizzy, when he pulls back and presses his lips on yours again, smiling down at you. “Sugu…”

“Too much?” You shake your head as his fingers dance across your cheek, when Sarah shouts Satoru’s name.

“Satoru!?”

“What?” He manages to rip his eyes off the two of you, the way his heart is ripped in half seeing you with anyone, how fucking dumb of him.

“You’re staring.”

“Well my fucking friends are kissing okay? Maybe it's different for me?” He manages to say, she laughs then, standing up. “Sarah…”

“I’ll find someone to pay attention to me.” She stomps off and Satoru sighs, covering his face as you watch her dart over to the bar, bending over and flirting with the bartender there.

“Satoru,” you whisper, a hand holding his now, he looks at it and swallows, before his eyes meet yours, and he sees your lips swollen from Suguru’s kiss. “You don’t deserve to be treated this way.”

“I was staring,” he admits, voice breaking a bit, holding your hand for just a moment before he pulls back, leaving your hand still tingling from his touch. “She’s worried I give you too much attention.”

“Oh,” you manage, seeing her now leaning forward, tugging the bartender to her, Satoru scoffs, running a hand through his hair. “That’s just…”

“I need to leave,” he looks at you both apologetically. “I’m sorry.”

“No, of course,” he leans forward and brushes your hair back, swallowing as if he’ll say something, hand gripping in your hair for just a moment before he stands up, rushing out. Sarah notices and drops her act, running out and screaming his name, leaving you with Suguru.

“Jesus christ,” you whisper. “What is going on with him? Since when does he take being treated like that?”

“I don’t know,” Suguru admits, frowning when he catches sight of her rushing after Satoru, pretending to trip on the fucking sidewalk so he has to turn and help her up. “Fuck she’s so obvious.”

“Not to him,” you watch as he helps her and she’s crying, a spectacle really, all of the restaurant is murmuring. “She just kisses people when she’s mad at him?”

“Worse,” Suguru admits. “She’s been… I hate rumours but…”

“But what?” You look at him now curiously, he runs a hand through his dark locks. “She’s done more?”

“I’ve heard she’s hooked up with people at parties, I don’t know how true it is. Now she’s talking she’s on the pill to him and –” You’re blushing, Suguru pauses. “You’re not experienced, huh?”

“No,” you admit. “I made Shoko teach me to kiss so I wouldn’t suck for you.”

“What now?” He smirks. “That’s hot.”

“Sugu!” You cover your face and he chuckles, a hand brushing up and down your back gently. “Don’t tease me.”

“I could tease you,” his eyes are all glittery when you peek between your fingers at him. “You’re too cute, how can I not?”

“Silly,” you sigh and look out the window, seeing her dragging Satoru for a kiss, your heart hurts so badly you almost feel sick. “Oh.”

“Yeah she uses her… fuck charms? I guess, and gets him back every time.”

“I wish he could see he’s worth more.” Suguru sighs.

“Yeah, me too. We uh, should finish our meal, yeah? Get your mind off it.”

“Please.”

****

“Get off me,” he shoves Sarah and she scoffs, chasing him to his car as he wipes her kiss on the back of his hand. “You’re ridiculously rude, I can’t even believe you fucking disrespect me like that.”

“You were gawking at that basic bitch.”

“Don’t dare fucking call her that,” he turns around and scowls at her, nails pressing into his palms. “Don’t talk about my friend like that.”

“I’m sorry, okay!?” She is flapping her fucking arms, he’s trying to get in his car and she’s literally blocking his way.

“I’m done with this, with you, get out of my way.”

“Satoru I just love you, and you were staring at them! What should I think!?”

“Then talk to me, don’t kiss strangers, then me? No thanks,” he tries to gently move her when she just sinks into his drivers seat. “Get out.”

“Not until you forgive me!”

“I’ll just uber home.” He walks off and she’s chasing him again, until he feels like he can’t breathe.

His entire life his family has always forced shit on him – the perfect girl, the perfect this, be amazing at that. Sarah was from the family they chose and he just so happened to like her, be attracted, it surely was ideal when he knew he’d have to run the business in a few years. Fuck he thought he loved her.

Was this love? This anger, this hurt, the constant panic in his heart that he’ll fuck it up and she’ll retaliate?

It can’t be.

His eyes catch you snuggling in the booth with Suguru, and he’s paused for a moment, the pain clutching at him.

That should be him.

“Please just talk!” She’s in his view now, he closes his eyes, looking down when she’s cupping his face. “I’m scared to lose you, Satoru, to her. I see how she’s looking at you, how close she sat. Can you blame me?”

“I haven’t done anything wrong,” he curses as her tears fall. “You constantly act like this, I have to wonder if all those rumors are true. You in bed with men.”

“I would never!? You’re all I want, god I just love you so much – I want to marry you, have your Gojo heirs.” She’s sniffling, covering her stomach with his hand, he jerks it away. “Satoru please, just forgive me.”

“I need to fucking be alone, just let me go,” she hugs him tightly and he sees your eyes catch his in the window, your frown glaringly apparent, your words ringing in his ears over and over.

That kiss with Suguru won’t stop playing in his head – be happy for you both, let you both be together, Suguru would be good to you. To the girl the most important to him, no one is better. Fuck, Suguru looked happy too, he has to respect that, Sarah wasn’t right in her actions, but he did want you – he was jealous.

Satoru was terrible, hurting you, now Sarah was hurt.

“Please just let’s make up, I’ll be nice to her I swear,” she tugs him down, kissing him even though his lips are firm, unyielding. “You know I just do this because I love you so much, it makes me crazy.”

“The excuse is old,” he murmurs, his heart not even in it, his heart is ripped in half from seeing you.

Sarah was just adding to his depression.

“Let’s just be together, just us. I’ll make it up to you, I swear! And I’ll do something nice for your friend, okay? I’ll really try.” He sighs now.

He always lets her back, just to fucking hurt him again.

“Please truly try to be kind, I will not forgive you again,” she smiles all bright like nothing happened – a talent of hers. “You’ll apologize to them both tomorrow.”

“I will, I swear!”

*****

“I’m so sorry,” Sarah says to you and Suguru the next day at campus, you both sort of look at each other, then at Satoru, who looks exhausted. “Truly! I was not myself yesterday.”

“You should apologize to Satoru,” you say then, she gasps as you glare right at her – not the sweet thing she’s used to. “You disrespected him, humiliated him, you didn’t do shit wrong to me.”

“Listen you little-”

“Sarah,” Satoru stops her, she looks at him and then blinks these tears that hit on command.

“I should apologize, oh Satoru I know the man you are,” you throw up in your mouth a bit. “I will never disrespect you again, just as I know you won’t.”

She scowls at you, and you scowl right back, no fake smile for her. “That’s bullshit, you’ve done it twice in front of me. Do you even know the man you have? If so you’d never do that.”

“I do know who he is,” she steps up to you, too close now, making your tummy twist in knots. “I know him intimately. We have been together a year, and he’s not even seen you.”

That hits.

“He barely brought you up.”

You step back, the pain seeping through, Suguru wraps an arm around you now. “He sure the fuck did, if you ever did more than try to suck his dick you’d know.”

“I need to go,” you whisper, Satoru steps forward, his brows drawn together.

“That’s not true, I swear I didn’t just not bring you up,” he whispers, Sarah laughs softly. “I have.”

“Barely to me,” she gasps. “Oh wait, I'm so silly. He brought up his ‘sister’ all the time, but he doesn’t have one. That’s you! Please, let’s just start off better, okay? I’m just… possessive of my Toru.”

Toru.

She calls him that?

Little fucking sister.

You knew it but fuck.

“Can we go?” You ask Suguru, who glares at both of them now, before nodding, turning you around. Satoru calls out your name and rushes towards you, as Sarah shouts for him. 

“Please,” he touches your shoulder, you turn to him now, and Suguru pauses, looking between you both. “Just a moment.”

“She’ll kill me.”

“She won’t,” he looks at his friend. “Just a moment.”

“You need to get it together, Satoru,” he says before he walks off, and you see Sarah stomping over.

“I don’t feel like fighting, I suck at it and these glasses are new.”

“They’re pretty on you,” he blurts out, you look at him in confusion now, his hands are on your shoulders, stepping closer – too close. “I should have told you that you looked beautiful too, yesterday.”

“No, you don’t need to,” it’ll just hurt more. “Satoru I don’t think we can be friends if she’s like this, she’ll just hurt you more, and seeing you in pain?” You blink back tears and fail. “That destroys me.”

“Sweetheart…”

“No, please,” you sniffle and cover your face, sobs wracking your frame, breaking his heart, not knowing what to say. “We can’t be friends and I should have known, it’s hard f-for a girl and a boy to be. But god I’ll miss you, so much.”

“Don’t say that,” he tugs you to him now, hugging you tightly. “Don’t say that, I can’t lose you.”

“I’ve not been here for a year, she’s right,” you sniffle and inhale his scent, lingering in his embrace for too long before you step back. “I have just brought you stress, made her hurt you more.”

“You haven’t.” His eyes are glimmering with his own tears, you feel your throat constrict as you realize it.

You can never be his friend, you’re just too in love, and it’s clear that Sarah has him wrapped around her finger.

“She won’t be mad if we don’t spend time together,” you sigh and touch his cheek, smiling sadly. “I’ll always love you, Toru. I’ll always be here, but we cannot… actively be friends with her around. It will only hurt us more.”

“I-”

“She’s coming, just let her know I won’t be around, okay?” Satoru barely is able to speak when you rush off, hand entwining with Suguru, looking sadly back at him.

The boy you loved, now you can’t even have as your best friend anymore.

don't come for Satoru in my comments again, he's gaslit and sad I stg

so you force yourself onto a much stricter schedule. leaving less time for hobbies or entertainment. picking up any hours you can at the coffee shop near campus. early mornings, late nights, on your days without lectures. you need all the extra money you can get, because while the scholarship covers things like housing, which you're able to stretch a bit further living in your tiny apartment with shoko— you still need money to buy things like groceries, toiletries, the occasional night out or exhibit you want to visit.

it's exhausting and it leaves you with hardly any time to yourself because your remaining hours are spent between studying until your eyes bleed and satoru. he's made things pretty difficult as of late, he's been clinging to you for days, he seems to want to be near you at every waking second, touching you, talking to you, if he could breathe for you, you swear he would.

he goes through these phases sometimes. it usually lasts for a few days before he becomes more subdued again. you're not quite sure if it's just a weird trait of his or if he's dealing with something you don't know about. it's hard to be too annoyed though, because he's giving you his undivided attention and affection, which feels so intoxicating that you can't let go. this week he'd been particularly obnoxious though, and when he'd practically smothered you beneath him you swear you almost caught the scent of something sweet and floral unlike his usual cologne, but you chalked it up to the ungodly amounts of sugar he consumes. why else would he smell like that other than his little addiction?

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it's sort of a tricky thing, surviving on a campus filled with students who are there thanks to their rich families and trust funds. you're a rarity, being here through your own merits and hardwork, and somehow you've formed a small support system of people from similar circumstances— like shoko, your childhood best friend who has a full ride medical scholarship. though she works herself to the bone with clinicals and overnight shifts at the local retirement home. honestly you feel like you see her even less now that you live with her, than you did when you went to separate high schools.

you find yourself behind the coffee counter again, immediately after your last lecture of the day. you're spacing out a bit as you hum along to the spotify playlist you've got filtering through the overhead speakers, hands working slowly and methodically as you whip yourself up an iced lemonade.

a gruff voice calls out your name, it's not overtly familiar in the way that you speak all the time. more so in the way that your lives intersect just enough that you don't startle at the sound. you stop what you're doing and turn to see sukuna scowling at the register, the cafe is pretty dead at the moment, so it's just the two of you. "hey," you greet once you've stopped pouring syrup into your iced lemonade, "what can i get you?" sukuna is your friend choso's cousin, and they're both scholarship students like you.

his eyes briefly scan the chalkboard over your head, before finding your face again. "get me one of those big ass death coffee things you make," he grunts, "and i need a caramel mocha and a matcha tea." he's sweaty in his grass stained jersey, clearly having just come from rugby practice, that's what his scholarship was for.

you raise your eyebrows, "uh, names?"

he huffs, "coffee's mine. mocha's for toji and the nasty ass matcha is for suguru." the way he says it is like you should just know, like you're an idiot or something for not knowing. your fingers twitch below the counter but you don't comment on it.

though… are those two fine after their fight? you almost want to ask sukuna because you're nosy but it's not really any of your business so you just hum, "okay, $15.75 is your total."

sukuna doesn’t bother responding and tosses a $20 bill on the counter then goes to stand at the end of the counter where the drinks are received. he's not paying you any mind anymore as he pulls his phone out and begins to mindlessly scroll.

you bite the inside of your cheek trying to drive the incessant thoughts out of your mind as you focus on making the drinks. it doesn't take you too long to get them out, maybe ten minutes at most, making sure they're packed neatly in a carrier for the pink haired man. you didn't want to hear him bitching and grumbling at you about how 'he doesn't have four fucking arms get me a goddamn carrier' again.

he grunts in acknowledgment and leaves with his order, the little bell over the door tinkling as he does.

for the rest of your shift you can't seem to shake the weird feeling in your chest, it's heavy and full like it's dragging you to the floor. you could even swear you felt like a sinkhole was opening up to swallow you whole. by the time you're closing up, your lip is raw from nibbling at it, and you frown touching your fingertips to them, feeling a slight sting from the contact. when you pull your hand away and inspect the pads of your fingers you see the faint hue of red smeared across them.

looks like you would need to slather aquaphor across them tonight and hope it helps.

you sigh, and pull out your phone to check notifications real quick, you've got a few from varying social media along with a couple missed text messages.

shoko: wine and cheap pizza waiting for you at home

satoru: i miss youuu but shoko says i can't come over tonight :(

naoya: Are you busy this Friday? If you're not being dragged around by that clown you insist on seeing, I need someone to test these new edibles before I start selling them to the imbeciles on campus.

you stare for a moment, before pocketing your phone and deciding you'll respond later. right now you just want to get home, slump onto the couch and treat yourself with shoko for the night.

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it's friday morning, you're leaving your final class for the day when you spot two familiar tall figures across the quad. you blink, huh, maybe they did makeup after all? toji and suguru are standing at the edge of the parking lot and from here you can see them laughing and talking, not at all acting like they'd just fist fought monday evening.

and… neither of them has any sort of bruise? was the fight not as serious as satoru made it seem? weird. you suppose maybe the marks are hidden beneath their clothes or something. before you can ponder on it too long, shoko wanders over to you, linking her arm through yours, "alright. need help picking an outfit for the party?"

you groan, "ugh. i really don't want to go." though the both of you know you will, you can never say no to satoru. "can you pleaaseee come with? just for a little?"

she shakes her head, "nope. i've got an early morning, sorry babe."

"you suck, like seriously," you sigh. "but yeah, could i borrow that green top you have?"

"the lime one or the forest one?"

"forest, i think it'll look good with those jeans that hug my ass, y'know?"

shoko hums, "mmm, you're right. alright hot stuff, time to go doll you up for your prince charming or whatever the hell he is."

"he's not—,"

"you're right he's not. that doesn't seem to stop you from believing it though," she chides, her arm tightening around yours a bit. shoko always comments on it, your and satoru's lack of label, and you get it. shoko went to high school with him and suguru, she knows how he is, she knows his personality and his habits. but she doesn't understand that he's changed, and that he did it for you.

"yeah yeah, whatever. let's go, you can do my eyeshadow, i'll even let you straddle me," you throw her a sideways glance, lips twitching up a bit at your proposition.

"you tryna make a move? you couldn't handle me."

you laugh, "god i know. you'd eat me up and spit me out."

"mhhm, and i'd make sure you loved it. but unfortunately for us, you only have eyes for that blue eyed freak."

as usual you bicker the rest of the way back to your apartment, you're so happy you get to share it with your best friend. you wouldn't have it any other way, and man sometimes you really did wish the two of you could run away into the sunset together. she'd be the perfect wife, but like she said, you only have eyes for satoru.

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satoru normally picks you up and brings you to these things, but he texted you last minute to let you know he wouldn't be able to tonight. he said he'd find you once you got there though, to just go find suguru like usual. which typically meant finding choso, because the two usually camped out smoking together. you don't mind their company, choso is your friend, and suguru is pretty nice to you, he even defends you against satoru's bullshit little tantrums sometimes. when he argues and whines like a five year old not getting his way.

sukuna often shows up too when he isn't too busy policing the area. though, of their little friend group you don't think you've ever seen toji at one of these things which is odd. out of everyone you'd definitely think he'd be the type to not miss a chance to get shitfaced and do a bunch of dumb shit.

you find yourself walking up the porch step to the massive frat house, tugging at your borrowed shirt, feeling nerves begin to crawl up your spine. it's fine, it's just a party, you've been to plenty of them especially in the last six months. maybe you could convince satoru to ditch it with you, he's been pretty agreeable lately, following any whims you happen to have. yeah, you're definitely going to try once he finds you.

the house is packed to the brim as it always is, music booming so loud you can feel the bass in your bones. you slip between people, nudging and shoving as needed until you make your way to the sliver of area that you were far too acquainted with. sure enough, suguru is sitting on the left of the couch, choso on the right, blunt passing between their hands lazily.

you make your way over to the couch, and plop yourself down on the arm beside choso, your designated spot. the two of you met during freshman orientation when you were both standing anxiously at the back of the crowd wondering how you ended up in a place full of kids born with silver spoons in their mouths.

he’d offered you his dab pen, then you cracked a joke about spoiled brats, and the rest was history.

they both pause, "satoru didn't go get you?" suguru asks instead of a typical greeting.

choso furrows his eyebrows, but holds the blunt out to you silently. you've felt weird all night so you decide to indulge, gratefully taking it and placing it between your lips and taking a deep drag. the smoke simmers in your lungs, coiling like a pair of snakes, before you move it away from your mouth, and slowly exhale a plume of smoke.

you hand it back to choso and address suguru, "he said he was busy and would find me when i got here," you shrug. but with suguru so close your eyes drift over every inch of his skin, seeking out any evidence he'd been in a fist fight with the behemoth of a man that is toji. you find nothing, he's just as unmarred and smooth as he always is. "wow, did you heal up fast or was it not that serious?'

suguru gives you a weird look, "huh?"

"y'know… the fight? satoru cut our study session early monday night because sukuna needed his help breaking up you and toji?"

you begin to feel something slowly creeping into your stomach as you watch the series of emotions cross suguru's face. and as you look at him it's like something you'd been ignoring for months becomes painfully obvious. "suguru?"

suguru glances away and sighs, "there was no fight, i don't know why satoru would say that. did he say what the fight was about?"

your fingers begin to go numb and the words ring in your ears, there was no fight. if there was no fight why would he say there was— you feel your throat beginning to constrict, "uhm," you're suddenly so hot, like your skin is on fire. "he said…" your mind drifts back to the redhead at the last party, him whispering in her ear and grinning, to the way he watched her too long when she appeared at lunch. the way she purred his goddamn name.

"satoru told me it was over a girl," your voice is rough, it feels like it's scraping your throat raw. "i met her monday when we were at lunch, she came up and thanked him for 'last night,'" the moment those words tumble out suguru's eyes flicker in what seems like recognition and you know that's not good. "he uhm, he said that you guys fought over her?"

choso is beside you staring at suguru as well, he looks just as confused as you, but you can see the tension in the way his jaw ticks.

"what did she look like?" suguru's face now is carefully neutral, his voice devoid of any hint of emotion. "was she a redhead by chance?"

you nod slowly, "yeah. is it true then? you and toji—,"

"god no." suguru cuts you off immediately his nose wrinkling and lips curling up in disgust, "i'd never touch that damn psycho," he shakes his head. "neither would toji. not to mention toji doesn't have time for women, he has to focus on school and megumi."

"wait what—,"

the raven haired man continues on, "toji has a kid. whole reason he's even bothering with school. he's got full custody of him, that's why he never shows up. how could he when he's got a four year old at home?"

oh.

you thought you'd seen toji talking to women before though—, and it seems this is written all over your face because suguru glances back at you. "toji gets hit on all the time, doesn't entertain it though, if that's what you're thinking. god what an idiot, satoru would've made up a better lie if he said it was me and sukuna fighting."

you feel your stomach sink, it's like the world is narrowing down.

and the final nail in the coffin falls from suguru's lips like an anvil straight to your chest, "that's his ex-girlfriend, ainsley."

bile begins to rise in your throat and you feel like you're going to spew your food up all over choso's lap. you force it back down, even as your vision begins to blur and your breathing quickens, "his what, what do you mean, and he lied—," your brain is buzzing and going a million miles a minute. "there's no way," you say shaking your head. "satoru wouldn't do this to me, he— he cares. he takes me on dates, he spends most of his time with me, he-he—," you slide off the arm of the couch, your legs shaking and wobbling like they're made of jello.

choso looks at you in alarm, "hey why don't you sit back down—,"

"no." you shake your head firmly, hardly able to make him out from the moisture clouding your lashline. "i need to— i need to find him, now."

suguru curses, "fuck, don't do this now— you need time to calm down before it becomes a huge thing."

you whip your head towards him, eyes narrowing as the tears fall, and your chest heaves. "did you know?" you ask accusatory, "did you fucking know? and you just— you let me walk around like a fucking idiot? are you kidding me?!"

"you don't get it—,"

"no, i don't fucking get it," you hiss. "fuck you, suguru."

then you turn on your heel and leave before he can get another word in. you're mildly aware of choso beginning to interrogate his friend behind you but you could give a fuck less. right now all you want to do is find the white haired bastard who's been treating you like his girlfriend in all but title for six months while apparently seeing his goddamn ex-girlfriend. he's been lying to you, for who knows how long, and it burns. it feels like acid is corroding your stomach and burning a hole deep into you.

you storm through the party in a whirlwind, trying to catch sight of that brilliant white hair or— that stupid vibrant red. but nothing, you come up empty in every area you check downstairs. it's almost like a bad horror movie as you climb the stairs, every step you take feels like you're waiting for a jump scare to pop up and leave you screaming. as you climb up, you're shoving past random students, until you reach the landing and glance around, looking at the series of rooms. you start systematically going door to door, taking a look around to find him.

your heart hammers in your chest and you feel like you're going to explode any minute now. the anxiety and adrenaline churning around within you is nearly debilitating, and the longer you go without finding him the worse it gets. you come up to the final room, and somehow instinctively you just know. you know that the man you've spent the last six months letting yourself fall in love with is behind that door.

it's cracked, light spilling into the dimly lit hallway, and you walk over. every step feels heavier and heavier as if you're being weighed down by lead. when you come face to face with the oak wood you can hear the sounds of something scraping against the wall, mixed with breathy pants and deep groans. your stomach sinks, dropping to your feet. your palm flattens against the door, silently pushing it open enough to peer through.

your chest tightens, and you feel a shudder roll through your body as your eyes lock in on the two people in the room. their backs facing you, entirely unaware of your presence as they lose themselves in each other. the red head, ainsley, his fucking ex-girlfriend, is bent over the desk, cheek pressed to the wood, and satoru's bent over her, jeans pushed down and hips snapping.

your hand shakily comes up to cover your mouth, physically holding back the sob threatening to tear out of you, as you feel yourself crumbling beneath the scene occurring before you. then you're taking one step back, then another, and another— until you're spinning around and practically sprinting through the crowded hallway.

he never loved you. he didn't feel the way you did even though he was always the one seeking you out, the one begging for affection, for your love for your— fuck.

you need to get out of here, now.

you're taking the stairs two at a time, not paying attention to your surroundings and ignoring the disgruntled shouts that follow in your wake as you shoulder people out of your way. when you reach the bottom of the steps you begin to make your way towards the front door, head down trying to keep people from seeing the tears hot and wet falling down your cheeks.

so you don't realize there's someone directly in your path until you slam into them full force. you look up startled, tears glistening, anxiety clawing at your chest again— only to see sukuna staring down at you, his expression morphing from annoyance to some semblance of concern.

"the fuck are you cryin' for?" it's not exactly a question, it's more like a demand. "did one of the idiots try to touch you or some shit? tell me who it is and i'll—,"

you shake your head, "no." it comes out blunt and wrong, "nobody messed with me, just your stupid vice president," you spit out jaw clenching as the tears continue to pour. "now get out of my way please—," you're trying to push past him but he's a wall of muscle and he's not budging.

"the hell are you talking about?"

a bitter laugh bubbles up, "don't play stupid sukuna. you and suguru knew damn well satoru was fucking his ex-girlfriend while making me look like a lovesick idiot."

confusion, then shock, and finally— knowing and… anger? flash rapidly across sukuna's sharp features. "i knew the fuckin' idiot was up to something with all his weird disappearances and excuses. i just didn't think he'd be stupid enough to pull shit at our party," then he scoffs, "go. i'll make sure he doesn't know you're gone until you've gotten away."

you swallow, you aren't quite sure what to make of the interaction but you nod and brush past him the moment he turns so you can slide by without issue. you're still shaking, you're still crying, you're still a complete mess. your makeup is ruined, your head is pounding, you feel sick to your stomach, and your heart feels like it's been shattered beyond repair.

shoko is probably long since asleep and you can't bring yourself to wake her up when you know she leaves at 4 o'clock in the morning. so as you walk down the sidewalk you pull out your phone and tap the only contact you can think of.

the phone barely reaches the second ring before they pick up.

"hello? decide that cesspool was boring?" naoya's voice filters in through the speaker and you can't help but let out a warbled laugh at that.

"yes," you choke out, "i-i need to leave but i— i don't want to go home and i don't want to be alone—,"

naoya is on alert the moment he hears your voice shaking and he can tell you're crying, "what the hell happened?" you hear him shift, and then you hear quick movements, the sound of shoes on the floor and keys jingling in his hand. "where are you right now?"

you glance around, "uh, down the road from the frat—,"

"don't move. i'm already heading to the car." his voice is clipped and sharp, "now, why the hell are you crying?"

"naoya–,"

you hear the sound of the elevator door sliding shut, and naoya exhaling a sharp breath. "i'm not playing here. do i need to take care of this?"

"no there's nothing to take care of i'm fine—,"

the ding of the doors opening and you can practically see him storming across the private parking garage. "do you think i'm stupid? because you're clearly not fine, so spit it out now."

"i just— satoru… he was—," your throat closes and you begin to hiccup as the tears return in full force as the images burn further into your brain. "he was— i found him fucking his ex girlfriend and—,"

"i'll kill him."

"naoya—,"

"i'll take care of you first and then i'll bury that blue eyed freak six feet under. he's a waste of fucking space who broke the heart of the only good thing he's ever known. he's a complete loser."

you feel an odd mix of exasperation and affection at his threats. "no just— just i need you right now? okay?"

he goes quiet for a moment, and you get nervous you've said the wrong thing. asked for too much. but then he softly replies, "okay. i'll be there soon, hang tight for me. got it?"

you nod even though he can't see you, and you lower yourself to the curb. "yeah, i got it."

"good. stay on the phone, i don't want you sitting out there all by yourself in the dark."

everything seems to stretch and blur in the ten minutes it takes naoya to reach you. the moment you hear the rumble of his ridiculously fancy car you hang up, and wait for him to park in front of you. he does, and he's out of his seat before you can blink, rounding the car to reach you.

he holds his hand out, "get off the ground it's filthy—," he scrunches his nose. "you're showering the moment we get home. that's disgusting. i might even burn those jeans—,"

"you're not burning my jeans!" you huff, smacking his chest. "these are my favorite pair they make my butt look good. do not touch them."

naoya rolls his eyes, "fine. but they'll be deep cleaned." he takes a real look at you then, taking you in fully, and something cold and burning passes through his eyes before he softens, "come on. get in the car, we don't have all night."

you huff but follow his orders nonetheless. the moment you're settled in the passenger seat he's shutting your door for you and making his way back to the driver's seat.

"thank you," you murmur, glancing over at him. "for coming to get me."

naoya wraps his hands around the steering wheel bristling a bit. "yes well, you're lucky i came to get you and didn't go rip that bastard out of that whore by his hair."

you stare at him, mouth agape, "jesus christ, naoya. you can't just—"

"i can, and i would," he's glaring at the road now as he throws the car back into gear, "but you're more important." the second part is softer, you almost miss it.

you smile, "you should let people see this part of you, yknow."

"ha! you say that like they deserve it. i don't associate with scum, you know that."

you groan, "why do you have to ruin everything? like all the time?" a small almost imperceptible smile twitches at your lips for a moment.

"you're lucky to hear me speak at all," he says. "did you eat tonight?"

"no—,"

he sighs long and slow, a slight groan to it. "you are the most incapable yet capable woman i've met," then he just rolls his eyes. "fine we'll stop at…" he stops as if it pains him to even say, "mcdonald's."

your eyes light up, cheeks still damp, "really? oh my god it's my lucky day naoya zenin going to mcdonald's—,"

"do not get used to it." he grumbles, "this is a one time deal, got it?"

you chuckle, "yeah got it."

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you're settling onto naoya's couch, already draped in one of his shirts and a pair of sleep shorts you'd forgotten here at some point, eating your french fries and nuggets. the tears had dried up a bit ago, but the ache was still very much present.

naoya gave you what he claimed was his personal stash— as if you didn't smoke his personal stash all the time— and told you to try and let your mind think of other things and relax for now. your 'payment' for his 'gracious save' would be trying the edibles he'd told you about later tonight. he's searching for something to watch as you pop another fry in your mouth, that's when your phone, face down on the coffee table buzzes.

you frown, reaching over to grab it, maybe shoko is checking in? did she wake up and notice you're not home? nah, she'd just assume you're sleeping over at the frat.

satoru: where are you

satoru: i've looked everywhere for you

satoru: sukuna says you left??? why didn't you tell me?? or wait??

you don't want to do this over text and you certainly don't want to deal with his shit tonight. so you reply, trying to satisfy him and not let him know you knew he'd just fucked his ex while you were in the same house.

you: migraine. had to go home

your phone buzzes again and you see a notification from shoko come in.

shoko: the hell happened and why is gojo blowing me the fuck up asking for you?

shoko: please tell me you're somewhere safe

you: at naoya's. i don't wanna talk about it rn, ill fill you in tomorrow

shoko: shit you should've told me that sooner, gojo is tweaking because i said you weren't here. sorry

shoko: try to relax though i can feel your anxiety from here babe, love you

you: love you too

you brace yourself and open your conversation with satoru back up where he is in fact, tweaking out.

satoru: why the hell are you lying? i just got off the phone with shoko, she says you're not home

satoru: seriously what is going on?

satoru: answer me

satoru: if you're not here and you're not home where the hell are you?

you: i'm at a friend's house, i'm fine.

satoru: what friend?? because i'm standing next to choso and he seems to have no fucking clue where you're at either.

oh fuck, he's probably interrogating suguru and choso. you hope to the higher cosmos that they do not spill the conversation you'd had before you left to go search for satoru. because right now you do not have the capacity for this situation. all you want is to eat your mcdonald's, get high, and forget about your shattered heart for a bit.

unfortunately for you, satoru doesn't seem like he's going to let this go.

satoru: hello???

satoru: you know i can tell you're reading these right

satoru: just tell me where you're at

satoru: please sweets, i don't understand why you're being like this

satoru: did one of the guys upset you? just tell me and i'll handle it

that one makes you let out a bark of laughter, is he serious? does he have no sense? how clueless can someone be? holy shit. you stare at the phone, watching as satoru's side of the conversation grows longer and longer with each message sent, your phone is starting to overheat in your grip. your stomach churns again and you feel your lungs begin to squeeze, breathing begins to feel hard as you try to force air into them.

your vision starts to blur little specks blotting your vision as you blink, trying to get them to go away, your head feels like it's swimming and you can't even distinguish your own thoughts anymore. you feel something warm wrap around your wrist and you glance down, naoya's hand is encasing your wrist, stopping it from shaking.

"turn your phone off." it's not a question. "now."

your eyes drift over to him, mind still hazy, "i can't just—,"

"did i stutter?" he asks, voice dripping with venom. "phone off or i take it and have a conversation with him instead." his eyes bore into yours and you know he's not bluffing, "your choice."

you swallow despite it feeling like shards of glass, and nod.

he removes his hand and settles back into his own space, watching you like a hawk as you press your fingers on the power and volume buttons, powering down your device. "good girl," he says as he reaches over and plucks the phone from your still trembling hand, "i'll hold onto this for now."

your brain is foggy, and you can't even begin to think for yourself in this moment so you just nod along grateful that he's taking control and that you don't have to make any more decisions for yourself tonight. naoya shoves it in his own pants pocket before turning back to the massive flatscreen television in front of you, "eat your damn food and watch the tv. if you start spiraling over that pathetic excuse of a man again, i'm going to lose it."

"uhm," your fingers twitch as they find home in the fabric of the massive t-shirt you're wearing, "okay. i'll try," your voice is soft, as your eyes look back at the screen where he's already got some horrible reality television show ready to play.

naoya hums, "good," he nods. "i'll handle everything else tonight, just shut that mouthy brain of yours off."

you find yourself curling up, and sinking deeper into the couch cushions. right now your heart's split in two and you feel raw and empty but… at least you can try to let it fade to the background, even if just for a little bit.

AUTHORS NOTE: hi guys !! hope you enjoyed this tidbit, i'm not used to writing such short chapters haha. but i've got a ton of projects right now so my focus is going to be finishing some of those up !! obviously this will be continued but if it takes a bit for an update that's why. thanks for all your support lovelies!! <3

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Those words hit hard, the way you think of it however is not how they likely see it, all of you are close from high school – Nanami, Shoko, Haibara, Utahime and you three get together at least once a month even now that you all are in your twenties. Yet they all are moving on, dating other people, having a life, and you’re stuck watching boys you love act like you’re ‘one of the guys’.

It seems a cruel joke really, to love them and not be able to say the words, there was no hope of any life outside of this if you didn’t get some distance.

“For now, sure but what about when you all get girlfriends?” They blink at that, looking at each other. “How awkward would that be? Satoru will probably blow a hollow purple into the wall or something when he gets to crack.”

“Rude!” You giggle and turn your head to look at your best friend, his eyes swirling and peeking over those shades. “Ya think I'm a virgin?”

“I didn't say that,” you heat up a bit now, the inevitable truth coming to the surface as you stare into them. You'd be so fucking jealous if you knew anyone got either of them, got their cocks inside and cum spurted in their cunts.

There, the truth.

Petty and awful, even seeing girls all over them two hurt, you felt this possessive need to hold their hands, to slip your arms in theirs, to kiss their cheeks in public, you were a physical girl who loved affection with all friends, but you know it wasn’t just that. Yet they weren't yours were they? Best friends sure, but you don't feel like that at all anymore. Even them going on dates fucking hurt.

“He’s a virgin,” Suguru chimes in, Satoru scoffs now.

“Well aren’t we all!? I mean,” he looks at you now, eyes narrowing. “You’re a virgin, righttt?”

“Shush…” You’re blushing now, looking at Suguru curiously. “Sugu isn’t one, I don’t think.”

“A gentleman doesn’t reveal his secrets.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you see his quiet little smile, then it turns into a frown when he looks at his phone, the same time yours goes off. “Ah, they wanna meet up tonight.”

“Maybe you’ll come to your senses,” Suguru taps your nose as the car stops in front of your place. “Take a nap and change your mind.”

You’re not going to change your mind, not when they playfully take turns carrying you up to the elevator and act like any of this is normal. You just can't keep feeling this way, in the shower and flushed with the hot water pounding over your skin, your mind lost as you think of how hard it will be to leave them.

What day did it all shift?

*****

Three years ago - age nineteen

“Satoru!” You use your technique to make Satoru a path, and sure enough he frolics through the flower patterns, laughing as he runs over to destroy the spirits, your abilities are mostly shielding the two of them, making the three of you perfect in your team together.

 That’s not to say you can’t fight too, vines wrapping one of the curses who comes to you as you focus on protecting Satoru, Suguru is a floor up in the abandoned building. The curse explodes once you apply the pressure of those thorny vines, littered with black roses, one of your new techniques Suguru has been helping you practice with.

You all were three of the strongest there were, but Satoru excelled in ways it was hard to keep up with, he could go on missions utterly alone but you and Suguru never really let him. He already had far too much pressure as the Gojo heir and was constantly sent off everywhere, you two wouldn’t let him bear all of that alone.

Plus, a lot of times Satoru did need help, learning new abilities looked easy for him, but you know the toll it took when you’d let him nap in your lap on the way home, or help him clean up and see the wounds actively knitting themself together. Just because he was the strongest, didn’t mean he needed any less care.

You’re a little lost in thought when suddenly Suguru falls through the damn upper floor, rushing after another curse with his own in tow, you blink rapidly, the sound of the crumbling building and seeing your friends distracts you. They’re so strong and you feel your technique, though helpful is no match, you focus more on supporting Suguru when the wind gets knocked out of you.

“Shit,” you’re thrown through a wall into the next room, wincing as the nasty curse comes at you, you summon your new roses but they fail, you are still learning that ability so nothing comes out. “Shit, shit shit.”

The nasty thing charges at you when you get to your feet, bracing for impact and upping your defenses, eyes shut as if on instinct, these are way stronger than the mission led you all to believe. You worry about Satoru and Suguru but then you know they’ll be okay, they’re stronger than this level – however, the impact you expect never comes.

Instead, you're knocked sideways, landing against a hard chest with two strong arms wrapping around you and pinning you in place, crashing down to the ground on a hard body while the other is pressing behind you, the heavy weight taking you over. One is just a little more slender, the one behind you, smelling faintly of expensive cologne and mints.

Satoru.

The other is broader, a little warmer that you’re laying on, you can smell those hints of sandalwood and faint traces of cigarette smoke, his heart thudding underneath your breasts as they’re pressed against his chest, face buried against your neck.

Suguru.

In a motion so quick you didn’t even get a chance to comprehend, Suguru rushed and grabbed you, Satoru came to shield you both with his back, disintegrating the curse that had attacked you. His own heart races, breaths coming in faster as he’s pressed against you, his jaw set frightening, eyes glacial when he looks back to see the last remnants of the curse disintegrating.

For a moment, there's only the sound of the three of you breathing heavily, the shattered roof of the building so destroyed sunlight is filtering in with the dust and the fallen plaster. You're trembling violently, not just from the fear – you wish it was only that, but moreso from the overwhelming sensation of being pressed between the both of them.

You're tucked completely against Suguru's chest, while Satoru’s strong, muscular arms form a protective cage around you, and even worse – you’re damn near straddling Suguru’s lap, feeling his cock press up embarrassingly between your puffy lips and dripping cunt. Yeah, you were fucking dripping on your best friend, while your other’s huge ass hands almost make you whimper.

Shit, shit, shit.

Then they pull back just enough to see you, Satoru tilting your chin to face him as he still presses his weight over your body, his eyes so blue they hurt to look at, blindfold shoved down so his hair can fall softly over his face. You know he’s beautiful – they both are – but in that moment it was hard to keep your composure, looking into his eyes and knowing it was over.

You’re in love with them, aren’t you?

"Hey, hey, look at me," Satoru's voice is uncharacteristically serious for once, not the lilting, the drawn out words, his teasing. His thumb gently stroked your cheek, easing off you just a bit, but you can feel his heart thudding against your back. “You okay, sweetheart? Did it touch you?"

"I... I don't think so," you manage to stammer out, your voice shaky, still so intimately pressed between the two men frantic over you.

Suguru's hand is on your other cheek, turning your attention to the man below you, his touch impossibly gentle compared to the power he'd just wielded, you feel how careful they are with you in that moment, despite their innate strength. It was heady and addictive, having them save you.

You thought you were independent and maybe you are, but how can you not love being between them like this?

Suguru’s long fingers brush a stray piece of hair from your face, his thumb swiping across your cheek, you wince when you realize you have a little bruise forming there. His amethyst eyes were dark, full of concern, and for a moment you wonder if it’s more than a friendly one, the way you feel his bulge nudging you, the way you feel Satoru hard against your back.

Must just be… instinct, reactions.

"Are you hurt anywhere, love?" Suguru didn’t have to do that – call you love, when you’re already wet, fucked up and confused.

“I’m um… all right, promise,” Satoru leans in closer, his forehead against your cheek, his heart aching when he thinks of losing you. He tries to usually keep his composure, but how the fuck can he?

"Don't ever scare us like that again," he murmurs, the tone of it so intense your thighs clench, making Suguru suck in a breath, your eyes lock on Satoru’s as you swallow and nod, tears filling your eyes. “Please, fuck don’t do that.”

“I didn’t mean to, I was so worried for you all…” Suguru's thumb brushes a little smudge of dirt from the corner of your mouth, making you look back down at him, tears falling from your eyes onto his chest.

"We've got you, always, all right? We won’t let something hurt you," his words rush through you, when he leans up and pecks your forehead, and Satoru kisses your cheek. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

*****

That was the day that a crush turned into more – turned into an almost obsessive love you have for both men, that’s only grown over the past three years. You know they love each other and love their friends, sometimes you wonder if you overthought that moment, if it was just ‘friendly love’. It replays over and over in your mind on repeat.

“Ya ready to have fun tonight, sweets?” Satoru asks when you walk out, before pausing, his mouth wide open. “Fuck…”

“What’s wrong?” You tilt your head a bit curiously, he’s blushing across the bridge of his straight nose, dusting across his high cheekbones. Satoru looks every bit a strong man, chiseled features that got rid of some of the cute, boyish face you remember, but just now he does look more like the boy you met in high school.

Nostalgia hits hard, his blue gaze drifting across you, suddenly making you just a bit nervous. “You’re uh… the dress um… it’s…”

“Pretty-”

“You’re gonna freeze to death,” as if snapping out of it he fucking shouts at you, leaving you to blink in confusion.

“What?” Suguru comes into the living room, buttoning his dress shirt at the elbow to show a devastatingly attractive amount of forearm when he sees his friend shouting, and his own gaze hits your low cut dress. He swallows and a blush runs across his cheeks too.

“You are going to freeze!”

“Can you two calm down?” You tug at the dress now, it hits about mid thigh, the two sorcerers gaze darts to the action, making you press them together just a bit, like you could feel it. “I like this dress thank you.”

“It’s hot, okay just…” Suguru blushes more, rubbing the back of his neck, looking down as Satoru grabs his jacket and throws it over your shoulders.

“You’ll get cold,” Satoru says again, you look up at him all confused with your lips parted – you painted them this pretty red that he wants to kiss off.

That leads to more filthy thoughts – kissing it off, smearing it on his cock, having you drool as he fucks you from the back. He can’t stop the thoughts when he tugs you closer with the jacket around your frame, it swallows you completely, just what he needs to focus.

Plus he doesn’t want anyone seeing you like this, just him and Suguru, aren’t you theirs? Now you’re trying to leave and he could hardly tell you to stay, to not go, the words forming like a lump stuck in his throat. Suguru wasn’t any better, just staring at you like he’s dying to eat you.

Well, Suguru was dying to eat you.

He’d love to lap every bit of your juices up, drink them and slurp them down his throat, especially with that slutty excuse for a dress. Thank god Satoru covered you up, because he physically couldn’t handle that, all this time keeping his composure, and for what? For you to leave them?

The two most important people to Suguru were you and Satoru, but their obsession with you really eclipses even their insanely close friendship, the two of them both have resigned themselves to their fate long ago. Loving you, being there for you, in whatever capacity you needed, not pushing it or showing their real thoughts.

That they jerk off to you in their beds, talking about all the ways they’ll fuck you, cum in you, lick you clean.

Imagine if you knew.

Maybe, you wouldn’t leave, if Suguru and Satoru could just say the words, rather than stammer and blush, covering your too pretty body up. You huff and just go along with it, stomping off to the elevator so you can get to the limo that’s waiting, leaving Satoru and Suguru to grab their own jackets, the penthouse suddenly quiet – too quiet. Is this how it would be without you?

“I can’t let her leave,” Satoru says then, looking at Suguru levelly. “Scratch that, she won’t fucking leave.”

“I know,” if it were any other time or any other person Suguru would tell Satoru he’s insane, possessive, a little psychotic – but it’s you. “You think I’ll let her just leave either?”

“Why does she even want to? I don’t understand, I thought she was happy here,” he brushes his hair back as they head toward the elevator.

“She brought up dating, you think she wants to date?”

“I dunno, maybe,” Satoru pouts as he pushes the buttons of the elevator. “I can’t stand the thought of her with anyone.”

“Then maybe we should… tell her?”

“Yeah?” Satoru sighs nervously. “I don’t know how to, how do you say – we've been obsessively in love with you since age fifteen?”

“Maybe like that?” Suguru snorts and Satoru sighs.

“I’ll need a hell of a drink then.”

*****

The night is fun with your old friends, throwing back shots with Shoko and Hime, as all the boys catch up. Nanami Kento looking yummy in a suit, Haibara all adorable as ever, you see the four of them shooting pool and laughing, and it almost feels like how it was back then, when you all were young. Maybe a bit less jaded, more innocent, a time you all sort of think back on.

Satoru and Suguru were such a part of your life you can’t imagine ever leaving them, but in a way that holds you back for any sort of future, when Satoru and Suguru eclipse anyone else for you. Like their own brand of a lunar eclipse, the brightness and darkness cascading until there’s nothing else you can even see.

The liquor traces a warm, burning path down your throat as you peer over at them, the scene is a perfect snapshot of the past. Nanami, looking unfairly composed and handsome in his suit, lining up a shot with that precision, his brows lowering just a bit. Haibara, always so happy, has an arm draped over Satoru’s shoulders, whispering something that makes Satoru's shoulders shake with laughter.

God, when Satoru laughs it brightens up a room, there was a time he did anything but laugh, but it’s beautiful to see him like this.

You know it’s going to tear you apart to leave, but you’d rather have them in your life than not at all, and with every moment you’re looking too much into everything – the looks they give you, Suguru leaning back against a wall as him and Shoko have a smoke, eyes on you. Satoru tosses a dart with his damn blindfold on, before lifting it and smiling at you.

Utahime gets pissy and fights with Satoru so she tries to throw a drink, only for him to have his infinity, and she’s chasing him as he’s laughing.

He never puts it up with you, does he? The thoughts of that could mean too fucking much, that Satoru never has it up when he’s home with you all, that he trusts you both so much, feels so comfy. You love that he feels comfy, but also you wish you could really touch him, like you wanted, just as badly as you want to touch Suguru, the thoughts make you heat up, liquor making it worse.

How can you deal with all this tonight? Deal with Satoru behind you, positioning the poolstick, his lips pressed against the shell of your ear. Handle Suguru’s big hand on your waist as he helps you line up with the dartboard, or when the two of them sit on either side of you like they always do, laughing and constantly having a hand somewhere.

Your leg, your shoulder, your back.

You can’t keep going like this –yeah, they’re touchy feely, so are you, but now it means more, it is more.

The night comes to a close, and you begin to say your goodbyes, you almost feel even more upset – would you have to move far away? Would you have to back off all your friendships because you’re so greedy, loving them both? It’s hard to focus, even as Shoko comes up to you, hugging you tightly.

“Good night Shoko, I miss you,” she kisses your cheek, then Utahime comes to kiss your other. “Night Hime!”

“Good night, love,” they both say good bye to Satoru and Suguru, as Nanami and Haibara come to hug you.

“Good night guys!”

“Don’t be a stranger,” Nanami says with a smile, patting your head, you giggle a bit. You may have had a bit of a crush on Nanami Kento when you were younger.

Satoru and Suguru knew about it, and they used to tease you, but they do not like the way you blush even under the dark lights of the club. They both curiously look at each other, then back at you giggling all cutely – you clearly don’t realize that you’re actually their girlfriend.

“Of course not, we should get to-”

“Home, should get to goin’ home, riiight?” Satoru lilts out his words, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, you blush furiously now, god does he always have to smell so good?

You’re trying not to think that way – try so hard every day to act like you could be in any way normal about Satoru and Suguru. Living with them lately has been so difficult, especially ovulating, no amount of battles, curses or being stupidly busy can exhaust you enough from feeling that clench in your stomach, the pulse of your cunt in their damn proximity.

Now with the alcohol that you all rarely have, his touch feels even better, why does he have to smell so good? Why does Suguru have to smell so good!? You’re damn near salivating when they walk you out, Suguru playfully picking you up, you’re hugging his neck and laughing just a bit as he runs you right out of there towards the limo Satoru has waiting.

There were perks to being rich, and Satoru loved to never drive, it was either you, Suguru or his driver Kiyo. You’re not sure why, but he absolutely hated to, maybe his six eyes made it too much?

Or maybe he just likes to relax a bit in the rare times he can.

You’re between the two of them like usual, the two man spreaders – Satoru is the worst offender truly – love to just smush you, they think it’s cute when you start huffing and pouting. “We have a whole limo!”

“But sugar we love to snuggle,” Satoru says, batting his cute lashes at you, for once no blindfold or sunglasses on his face, the rare times you get to see his baby blues without a barrier. 

You three are absolutely tipsy, Satoru can’t handle alcohol at all so just one little fruity drink has him nuzzling your neck, you feel overheated from it, Suguru right on the other side of you, his thigh pressed against yours, hand on your knee casually as he peeks through his phone. You’re used to this, how touchy feely your two roommates and best friends are.

But tonight it feels a little different.

After a really tough mission you all clearly needed to relax, and tonight with your friends was so much fun, getting your minds off everything that’s so wrong in the world and just enjoying childhood friends. Yet Satoru’s lips feel too good, he starts hugging you around your waist, mumbling your name, you look at Suguru who smiles a bit at you in the dark of the backseat.

“Satoru get off her,” he playfully presses a kiss on your neck and Suguru tenses just a bit next to you, when he sees your nipples press up in that dress you’ve got on. “You’re pawing at her.”

“She smells sweet, hmm,” Satoru kisses your neck again, the three of you are all tipsy, but you’ve been tipsy, for some reason this is ruining your psyche. “Tastes so sweet, Sugu, does she taste sweet to you?”

“Satoru, did you lick me!?” He grins against your neck, tongue lapping at the curve of your neck again, Suguru snorts.

“What sweetheart, do I make you nervous?”

“Psh, no,” your heart is hammering in your chest when Suguru leans over, his eyes just a little dazed from a couple drinks, nose against your neck, inhaling, that’s when your pulse jumps, the two men on either side of you, so close, you feel their warmth slipping in. “Sugu… you’re drunk too?”

Not really at all, he’s had like one glass of whiskey. Suguru just wants to kiss your neck, tantalizing him every day since he met you as a first year at Jujutsu high, and fuck if it’s gotten worse – the crush Satoru and Suguru have on you. The way they dream of just sharing you, you don’t know because they don’t say it, scared to lose you in their lives.

But if Satoru is going to give in for the night, Suguru is too, kissing you right behind the ear and moaning softly, his hand slipping up your thigh. He’s throbbing just tasting a hint of your skin, all those years of pecking you on the cheek or the head was nothing like this, like goosebumps rising on your neck, the heat near his fingertips.

Satoru brushes your hair back, tilting your chin up, his eyes this beautiful, eerie blue in the night, his cheeks flushed from his drink. “Wonder what her lips taste like, Sugu.”

“Mmm, bet they’re sweet, like all of her,” fuck, fuck, fuck.

You’re soaking wet and trapped between your best friends.

“You two are wasted,” but you fucking whine out. Satoru uses that to kiss your lips, making you suck in a breath, pulling back to look up at him, your lips glossy. “Toru…”

“I've wanted to do this forever, god since I met you,” his soft lips press yours again. Heady, taking you over, tongue darting along the seam of your lips, before pressing back down your neck. “Mmm, you are sweet.”

“This is… you…” your head is falling back for more of them, their breaths and nearness overheating you utterly. Your hands gripping each of their thighs over their jeans, nails pressing into the material. “Mmm.”

“The sounds you make,” Suguru whispers that soft sentence in your ears, before tilting your chin towards him and kissing your lips, his slower and more deliberate, just a little less messy than Satoru. “God…”

You lose yourself in their touch, their proximity, Satoru's lips are back on yours, more demanding this time, his tongue sweeping into your mouth with bolder strokes, the heat of his mouth and movements of his tongue making you tremble. It was impossible to act normal, not when he cups your face like that. Suguru's tongue laps up the curve of your neck, teeth sharp when they press into your skin, earning your sharp gasp against Gojo's mouth.

“You're so pretty,” you giggle at Satoru, his lips glossy. 

“You're drunk.”

“You've always been pretty,” one of his hands slips across your tummy, fingers spraying it and palm pressing in. “Suguru will tell you.”

You peer over, teeth sinking into your lower lip, seeing Suguru’s eyes lidded. “Always.”

You kiss Suguru again, leaving Satoru's tongue trailing across the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “Mmm, should we stop?”

“If you want to we will,” Sugruru whispers, teeth nipping your lip as his hand pauses on your thigh. “If you want us though?”

“We will give you anything you want,” Satoru's words are breathy caresses. “We’ve waited so long for you, we can wait however long you want.”

“Waited for me?” You look at both men now, all three of you flushed and all flustered, both of their hands tentatively paused, waiting for your decision. “What do you mean?”

“You think we haven’t always wanted you, princess?” Your body heats up at Suguru’s soft little growl of a confession, thumb running circles on your inner thigh. “You think we’re not hopelessly in love with you?”

“In… in love?” You shake your head, tears forming of desire, emotions running rampant in your mind with every breath. “Sugu I know you ‘love me’ but you can’t say things like that.”

“They’re true,” Satoru cups your face, his eyes glazed over. “Yeah, I had a cocktail, yeah, Imma lightweight, don’t you laugh, I’ll spank you.”

“Toru!” You can’t stop your giggle, he swallows nervously, shaking his head now.

“I’m serious, we both have been in love, fuck since you used your cute little flower technique. Why do you think we picked on you? You were so fucking cute, and we didn’t know how to…”

“How to tell you,” Suguru finishes, the limo stops, right in front of your penthouse now, the three of you together in the quiet of the car, your heart is hammering so hard in your chest you feel like it will burst out. “We didn’t know how to tell you that we’re fucking so in love it’s dumb.”

“You’re all we think of,” you shake your head again. “Yeah, you are, been jerking it to you since we met you.”

That sentence hits, you bite down on your lower lip, turning to look at each of them ever so slowly. “You did?”

“Of course we did, still do,” Satoru smirks then. “Think we don’t hear you playing with your messy cunt?”

“You’re so drunk,” you’re soaked when he drifts his fingers up and finds you, your eyes roll back. “Mnh!”

“You’re never leaving us,” he sounds insane, his lips capturing yours now, when Suguru kisses down your throat, and you’re lost in ecstasy, eyes rolled back in your skull. “Mmm, never. Say it.”

“Let us show you how much we have wanted you,” Suguru says then, capturing your mouth in his, moaning softly. “We’ll fuck you so good you’ll never want to leave.”

“You two um…” You take a breath now, overwhelmed. “You are crazy, you all know that?”

“You knew that when you met us,” Satoru grins, a hand brushing back your hair. “What do you want, sweetheart?”

“You,” Satoru kisses you again, pulling back for Suguru to get tugged against you. “And you. Both of you.”

“Greedy little slut,” you gasp at the term out of Satoru’s mouth, but it makes you wetter under his touch. “We want you to be greedy for us.”

“Be a good girl and let us use your holes,” Suguru’s words fucking nail the hammer in your proverbial coffin – the fuck have these two been holding back? Their eyes are all dilated black and they’re smirking – nothing like the shy cuties from moments ago. “We’ll make sure you cum over and over before we fill you up.”

“God I can’t wait to breed her, hmm Sugu?” He sinks a finger in your warmth, making you arch up and cry out. “Fuckin’ soaked, I think she likes that idea.”

“Just get me upstairs, mngh! Now.”

They hastily do as you bid, Satoru runs your ass to the elevator with you in his arms like it’s nothing, you can’t help but giggle when Suguru fumbles the keys, as sexy as they were talking just now, they’re nervous. You’re nervous, when you take off Satoru’s big ass jacket, and Suguru steps in front of you, Satoru pressing against your back.

“I remember the day I fell in love,” you whisper then, as charged as the energy is sexually, it’s also every bit so intimate, the two of them paused, Satoru’s chin on your shoulder, Suguru’s cupping your face. “Satoru was shielding us both from that high grade curse, and you were holding me.”

“I remember,” Suguru sinks to his knees then, slipping that dress up your hips ever so slowly, all while Satoru’s arm snakes around your waist, his lips drifting up the curve of your neck. “I think it’s when we really knew, too.”

“I could never let something happen to you,” Satoru’s words and Suguru’s lidded gaze are what steps you into this haze, this intense feeling, Suguru’s tongue lapping at your damp panties, Satoru’s hands brushing underneath your collar to grip your breasts. “I never will let anything happen to you, sweetheart. We just wanna keep you all to ourselves.”

“Can we, princess?” Suguru raises a brow, and you nod quickly, gasping out when he tugs your panties to the side, exposing your heated cunt that’s glistening to his vision, he has to palm his cock that’s leaking, moaning at the sight. “All ours, promise us.”

“Only we can touch you,” Satoru whispers now, his cock pressing hard on the small of your back. “Only us, sweetheart, you have to promise. Forever, you can’t ever go.”

“I don’t want to go,” you admit then, head falling back against Satoru’s hard chest, moaning as Suguru parts your folds, watching arousal pool from your little hole. “I want you both. Please.”

Satoru whines softly in your ear, when the first drag of Suguru’s flattened tongue swipes up your slit, you’ve never felt anything like it, how he collects that arousal pouring from your cunt, swallowing it up and humming against you, making the vibrations shoot through your body. Satoru’s hand goes down to grip Suguru’s hair, pushing him even more against your cunt.

“You love it, don’t you? His mouth on you?” Whines escape your throat, Suguru is devouring your cunt, his face getting messy from you, all you can do is nod, helpless, Suguru’s hands gripping your hips as you arch them for more. “Asked ya a question, sweetheart.”

“Y-yes, I love it s’much I – ah!” Suguru’s moaning again, his hands on the plush of your thighs, looking up at you as his nose bumps your clit, his tongue in your hole that’s quivering around him. “Sugu! Ah!”

“Cum for me,” Suguru whispers, voice deep as his tongue flicks again, hitting your twitchy little clit, his fingers slipping until one curves inside. “Fuck you’re so tight, I can’t wait to stretch you out on my cock, watch you take us both.”

“Ngh!” Suguru’s words and the mean curve of his fingers ruin you, pushing you closer to that edge along with Satoru’s teeth on your shoulder, one more flick on your clit and you’re gushing down Suguru’s long fingers. He stands and puts them in Satoru’s mouth, he eagerly sucks you off them, until you’re all kissing.

Messy, needy, hungry kisses as the men take you to a room – you’re so fucking ruined you don’t even know whose it is, actually. All you know is Satoru’s burying his face in your messy cunt next, he’s not as deliberate as Suguru, he’s flicking his tongue and curving two fingers so fast you’re shattering for him, pulsing around them, weakly clinging to soft locks of hair.

“Bend over, sweetheart,” Satoru begs eagerly. “I wanna lick it from the back, pretty please?”

You almost giggle at how cute he is, but when you see Suguru’s cock the laughter doesn't come out – just a soft moan. When you take it in your throat and he cups your face, moaning as he fucks into it, gentle at first as your lips stretch to fit his length, praising you so sweetly. All while Satoru lines his cock up with your spit soaked folds, coated in his saliva and your creamy release.

“That’s it, doin’ such a good job sucking him,” Satoru praises, hands on your hips, his flush pink tip pressing your hole, you gasp around Suguru, reaching back for his hand then. “I got you sweetheart, I’ll give you anything.”

Satoru takes your wrists and pins them, using them to ease his cock in your snug little hole, as wet as she is, Satoru is huge, girthy and veiny – fuck you feel all of him in your walls. The burn is so goddamn good you’re deep throating Suguru with every fuck, drool spilling as he works his cock in your throat. Satoru’s whimpering, Suguru’s moaning, using you.

“F-fuck, princess suckin’ me like that?” Suguru’s praise is mumbled, Satoru’s tip is kissin’ your cervix now, messy loud sounds of your soppy cunt and the suction of your throat echoing in the room. “That’s it, how does he feel, good baby?”

“Mmm,” your answer is to pull back and nod, tongue lapping his milky pre as Satoru presses in fully, heavy balls thwacking your clit. “Feels s’good, I… ah! I’m gonna cum, Toru!”

“Cum f’me then,” he’s pussy drunk in a few strokes, his blue eyes fluttering shut as he fucks your pretty cunt, as he clings to the curve of your hips, and Suguru’s tugging your hair, his tip running along your uvula. “Let us feel you.”

Your cunt is throbbing, clamping down around Satoru’s cock, Suguru sucks in a breath when he feels you gag on him, that throat constricting – fuck he can’t stop thinking how pretty your eyes are, even as you’re sucking him, even as you’re squirting and dripping down his bed. He pauses and sucks in a breath, watching you shatter for his best friend, your eyes fluttering shut.

“Fuck you’re pretty…” That’s both of them.

You’re weak and barely able to suck when Satoru slams his cock faster, Suguru cups your face to keep it there, the two of them using you – just like they said. Satoru whining out when he gets close, leaned over you and tugging at your hair as his cock slams inside you harder. “Want all our cum inside you, sweetheart?”

“Please,” you kiss Satou, your mouth covered with Suguru’s pre, before looking up at Suguru again. “Both of you, inside.”

Hot white ropes all velvety coat your walls, Satoru’s pulsing as he fills you up, gasping out your name and hovering over you, Suguru’s right behind him, cock shoved as deep as he can go until it chokes you, and you swallow him down. The two men are desperately rutting all sensitive now, as your cunt and mouth takes every drop.

It’s not much after that you suck your cunt off Satoru’s pretty cock, that Suguru fucks Satoru’s load back inside you. Lost in every sensation until you’re spent, leaking their cum out from your cunt and snuggling between them, snoring lightly. They both laugh softly, watching you, cuddling you close.

“She thought she’d leave,” Suguru sighs, caressing your cheek, Satoru smirks just a bit.

“She never will.”

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i loved writing this clearly, I went over the wc I was having TOO MUCH FUN ahh! I hope I didn't fk up any terms or techniques as I'm not a canon writer. tysm for the comm bb i hope you love it too!

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