𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗿𝗲

Diego shakes his head, already dropping in bed. “I need to rest.”

You shrug your shoulders, waving your hand at him while exiting the room. You walk the stairs to the bar, humming to yourself and already thinking about a nice whiskey relaxing your body. You didn’t expect to find Johnny Joestar sitting alone at the bar, nursing a glass of clear liquid. 

“Oh, hey Joestar,” you smile, already sitting next to him. “Where’s your partner?” You looked around, looking for the other blond guy he was always with, but the bar was nearly empty. 

He lifts his head, looking for your eyes. He waves back at you as he takes another sip of his drink. “In the room. Could you believe they didn’t have any separate beds left?”

You press your lips together. “Oh, man. I think Diego and I got the last room…” You think for a moment, about the pros and cons of sharing a bed with your race partner. “I can talk with Diego and we can switch rooms!”

“Oh, no, no, no. Don’t worry about that,” Johnny says quickly, shaking his hands too. 

The conversation with Johnny flows easily after that, he’s a nice boy, you don’t really understand why Diego hates him so much, but it’s not like that keeps you up at night. Johnny tells you about the last leg of the race and how his horse nearly threw him into a snowdrift while you had a glass of something strong in your hand, the warmth spreading through your chest as you leaned against the worn wooden counter.

You lost track of time, Johnny and you complaining about your race partners, about the other contestants… Just gossiping together.

Then you felt a heavy stare burning into the side of your face. You turned your head and there was Diego, standing at the bottom of the stairs with his arms crossed tight over his chest and sharp eyes narrowed right at Johnny. 

Johnny noticed first. He gave a low chuckle and tilted his head toward your partner. “Looks like your guy’s having some trouble over there. Better go check before he starts a scene.”

You waved Diego over with a smile. “Diego? What’s going on? I thought you were too tired.”

He walked up slowly, boots scraping against the floorboards and stopped right beside you. Close enough that his shoulder brushed yours. 

“Nothing,” he muttered, his eyes flicking to Johnny like he wanted to bite. “Just figured you were taking too long. We have an early start tomorrow. Or did you forget?”

Johnny raised an eyebrow. “Nice to see you too, Brando. Didn’t know you were the type to worry about bedtime.”

Diego’s jaw tightened. “I’m not talking to you.”

He turned his pretty blue eyes on you, pride and jealousy mixed together. “I don’t like wasting time down here when we could be resting properly.”

His hand found your wrist under the bar, fingers wrapping around it a little too tight. You could see the flush on his cheeks that had nothing to do with the cold. He was jealous, plain as day, but too stubborn to admit it outright. Diego Brando didn’t do vulnerable. He did possessive and sharp-tongued instead.

“Come on,” you said softly, setting your glass down. You gave Johnny a quick nod goodbye. “Let’s head back up. He’s right, we should rest. See ya at the finish line, Johnny.”

Diego didn’t let go of your wrist the whole way up the stairs. His grip stayed firm, thumb rubbing little circles against your skin, he needed the contact to calm down. Once the door to your room clicked shut behind you, he finally let out a breath.

“You were smiling too much at him,” he grumbled, turning to face you. He leaned back against the door, arms crossed again, but his eyes were softer now. “Johnny Joestar of all people. You know how I feel about that guy.”

You stepped closer, letting your hands rest on his chest. God, he was warm even through his shirt. “We were just talking about the race, Diego. You really came down just because I was chatting with him?”

He looked away, cheeks going pinker. “I wasn’t tired anymore. That’s all.” But his hands betrayed him, sliding around your waist and pulling you flush against him. 

You smiled and tilted your head up to kiss the underside of his jaw. “You are such a brat when you get jealous.”

"I’m not jealous. And I’m not a brat, you are," he snapped, his fingers dug into your hips instead, pulling you even closer. “I don’t like sharing your attention. You’re my partner in this race.”

You breathed out a laugh, that was his own way of saying that you were his. Diego rarely lets himself be honest or slightly vulnerable, so you kiss him properly, he melted into it immediately, hands roaming up your back under your shirt, searching for skin.

When you broke apart for air, his forehead pressed against yours. “Share the bed with me tonight, I need you.”

You nodded, already tugging at his clothes. Diego pushed you gently toward one of the beds, showing you how much he needed this. Needed you.

He was going to be a little unbearable about Johnny in the morning, you just knew it. But right now, with his mouth on your neck and his hands sliding down to grip your ass, you couldn’t find it in you to care.

a/n: i should've made him brattier ngl

“So, kid,” he drawled, “ are you always this shy when the drinks start flowing? Or is it just us making you nervous?” His hand landed on your knee, giving it a squeeze that lingered a second too long.

Tsunade laughed, she was definitely drunker than you, her cheeks pink and her eyes half-lidded as she pressed closer. Her massive chest brushed against your arm, soft and warm even through her top. 

“Leave her alone, pervert. Can’t you see she’s enjoying the view?” Then, without missing a beat, she tilted her head and let her gaze drop right to your chest. “Though I gotta say, those tits of yours look fantastic. Perky and full. Bet they feel even better.”

Heat shot straight through you. You swallowed hard, but the words came out before you could stop them. “That’s a nice compliment coming from you, Lady Tsunade. Yours are... legendary.”

Jiraiya barked out a laugh, scooting even nearer until his thigh was flush against yours. “Hah! Hear that, Tsunade? The girl’s got good taste.” 

His fingers traced lazy circles on your knee, inching higher up your leg. Tsunade’s hand finally slipped lower, resting just above your hip, her thumb stroking the side of your waist. You felt very hot, your panties getting wetter from all the attention.

“You know,” Tsunade whispered, her breath warm against your ear, “I like how you look all pretty between us.” She nipped at your earlobe lightly, making you shiver. “Bet you've got all kinds of secrets under that outfit. Care to share with your Hokage?”

“L-Lady Tsunade…”

Jiraiya’s hand moved bolder now, sliding up your thigh as he leaned in to whisper on your other side. “We can show you a really good time, y’know. We’re not feeling very professional tonight." His fingers brushed the inside of your leg, so close it made your breath catch.

Tsunade’s arm tightened around you, pulling you against her curves while Jiraiya’s touch kept exploring higher.

Jiraiya laughed, shoving his shoulder against hers as he tried to nudge her out of the way. His hand slid up your other thigh, fingers brushing teasingly close to your entrance but not quite touching. “Like hell, Tsunade. I’ve been dreaming about burying my face in a sweet pussy like this for years.”

“Why would I care about that?” She says, shoving her shoulder back against his.

They kept arguing right there between your legs, their hot breath ghosting over your sensitive skin, making you squirm and leak even more. Tsunade pushed Jiraiya’s face back with her palm, leaning down so close her lips almost brushed your clit. “She’s mine first, she won’t need your dick after I’m done with her.”

“No one’s talking about dicks, Tsunade.” He rolls his eyes dramatically. “I’m gonna suck on that puffy clit until she’s begging for more.”

“More of me, obviously,” she adds right away. 

You could barely think straight, your body throbbing with need while they bickered like competitive idiots, both so eager to be the first one to taste you. Their hands kept roaming over your naked body, squeezing your tits and stroking your hips as they fought for position. It was so hot watching them argue over who got to eat your wet pussy first. 

But you were getting tired and needy.

“Enough already!” you snapped, voice coming out sharper and a little angry from all the frustration. You pushed up on your elbows, glaring down at both of them between your spread legs. “Just eat me out at the same time, gosh! Stop fighting and do it together before I lose my mind!”

Tsunade and Jiraiya both paused, then grinned, you just gave them the best idea ever. “Greedy girl,” Jiraiya chuckled.

Tsunade dove in first, her warm tongue dragging flat and rough right up your soaked slit, licking up all your juices while Jiraiya attacked from the side, sucking your swollen clit into his mouth hard. The feeling hit you like lightning, two mouths on your pussy at once.. Tsunade pushed her tongue deep inside you, fucking you with it in messy strokes while Jiraiya flicked and sucked on your clit.

You cried out, hips bucking wildly, but they held you down. Tsunade’s strong hands gripped your thighs, spreading you even wider as she ate you out sloppily, moaning into your pussy like it was the best thing she’d ever tasted. Jiraiya was rougher than you expected, his beard scratching your sensitive skin while he sucked harder, occasionally letting his tongue join hers to lap at your entrance together.

It was too much. Way too good. Their tongues slid against each other and against your folds, wet sounds filling the room as they devoured you. Pleasure crashed through you in huge waves, making your legs shake uncontrollably. You regretted it almost immediately. 

“Wait— oh fuck, it’s too much!” you gasped, but they didn’t slow down.

Tsunade growled against your pussy and shoved her tongue deeper, curling it just right while Jiraiya sucked your clit faster, one of his fingers pushing inside you alongside her tongue. The stretch, the heat, the way they worked together had you screaming. Your orgasm hit so hard your vision went blurry, but they kept going, licking and sucking through it until you were thrashing and sobbing from the overstimulation.

Another climax ripped through you right after, even stronger. Your whole body tensed up, pussy clenching around their tongues as they kept eating you out like they were starving. It felt so insanely good it almost hurt. Your mind went blank, pleasure overloading everything.

The last thing you remembered was Tsunade moaning something dirty while Jiraiya sucked your clit one more time. Then everything faded to black as you passed out from the overwhelming bliss, body twitching helplessly on the sheets.

It took him a few moments to catch up, missing the cute sounds of your moans. 

“Hey, kid—” Jiraiya lifted his gaze, seeing your eyes closed and your mouth half-opened. “Shit, Tsunade, did we kill her?”

She was already kneeling beside you, shaking your shoulders a little for you to gain your consciousness back. “Don’t be dramatic, asshole. She just passed out from pleasure.”

He forms an ‘o’ with his mouth, nodding along Tsunade’s words. “So we are that good.”

“Bring her a glass of water, c’mon.”

You blink slowly, tilting your head. “I think you’re a weak ass man that doesn’t know how to handle Geto.”

You get rid of his hold, grab your keys and sunglasses and start walking again while Satoru audibly groans and sighs, now doing anything he can to make you stay and not see Geto because he knows you’re going to fall into the same trap he keeps falling. 

The bar is dim and hazy when you finally push through the door. Your heart is already hammering stupidly in your chest as you scan the room. And there he is, Suguru Geto, lounging in a back booth like sin itself decided to take the night off. His hair is half tied up but messy in the hottest way, a few silky strands falling loose around his neck. His simple black shirt is basically painted on, unbuttoned so low you can see the smooth dip between his pecs and the way his skin glows under the low lights. His pants ride low on his hips, tight enough to show off the lines of his thighs when he shifts. He looks slutty without even trying hard, he picked the outfit specifically to ruin whoever walked in.

The second his eyes find you, a knowing smile curls on his lips. He lifts his hand and waves you over, all affectionate and warm like you two are still on the same side. You walk up on shaky legs, trying to keep your face straight even though your brain is already short circuiting.

“Suguru,” you start, sliding into the seat across from him. “We need to talk. The stuff you’re doing it’s messing everything up and I can’t just ignore it anymore.”

He leans forward, resting his chin in his hand so his shirt gaps open even more. “You came looking for me this late?” His voice is honey sweet, wrapping around you. Before you can push harder, he raises two fingers toward the bartender. “Two drinks over here. Make hers nice and strong. My friend needs to loosen up after chasing me all night.”

You try to protest but he is already sliding out of his seat and into yours, pressing right up against your side in one smooth move. His thigh molds against yours and his hand lands casually on your knee. 

“You’re so tense,” he whispers, fingers tracing small circles. His deep purple eyes find yours. “Let me help with that.”

You feel like a total loser with him right now. Your eyes keep dropping to the way his hair frames his face, to the exposed collarbones, to the smirk playing on his lips. You want to stay mad, to lecture him properly, but he is right there looking like every dirty thought you have ever had about him comes to life. “Geto, please. This is serious. People are getting hurt because of what you are building.”

He pouts, full lips pushing out in a devastating way, head tilting so his loose hair brushes your shoulder. “Always scolding me. It makes me sad.” 

Then he reaches up, pulls the tie from his hair completely, and lets all those long, dark strands tumble down around his shoulders. He runs his fingers through it slowly, arching his back just a bit so the movement pulls his shirt tighter across his chest. The act is pure slut, shameless and beautiful, and you cannot stop staring. Your face feels hot. Your mouth is dry. You are losing so bad.

Suguru notices and he manages to lean even closer. “You like it when I let it down, don’t you?” His hand slides higher up your thigh, squeezing gently, possessive but teasing. The heat from his palm burns through your clothes. 

“Geto, no.” You’re trying, you’re really trying but it just sounds terribly pathetic.

“Drink with me. Let me take care of you tonight instead of fighting.”

You try to pull your thoughts together, but he shifts again, pressing his chest lightly against your arm so you feel how solid he is. His hair smells amazing, every time he moves it fans across your skin like silk. 

“The… the damage…” you mumble, but it comes out weak, almost a whine. He chuckles softly, the sound vibrating against you.

“Shh. Just look at me for a second.” He turns fully toward you, one leg hooking over yours under the table, he looks like he’s about to straddle your lap right there. He bites his lower lip while watching your reaction. “See how much I want you here? I dressed like this hoping you would show up and get all flustered exactly like you are right now. Pathetic for me, aren’t you?”

Your brain melts. You cannot even deny it. He is too much. Too hot, too close, too good at playing you like this. His fingers trail up your arm now, light and teasing, stopping just below your collar. “Just one drink. Touch me if you want. I won’t stop you.” His voice drops, filthy and sweet all at once. “I have been thinking about your hands in my hair all week.”

You are gone. Completely lost in the sight of him like this, hair down and messy, body pressed against yours, eyes dark with want. Every serious word you came here with is crumbling away under the weight of how badly you need him right now. Suguru smiles, he knows he has already won, lips hovering inches from yours, waiting for you to finally give in.

You stumble back to the school sometime after midnight, legs still shaky and your mind a complete mess. The bar feels like a fever dream now. You lost so bad.

Now you are slumped on the old couch in the common room, staring at the wall. Your face feels warm every time you remember how easily he broke you down, you melted the second he let that long hair down and started grinding against your thigh under the table. Regret and embarrassment hit in waves. You were supposed to talk sense into him. Instead you let Suguru Geto seduce you like a complete loser and you loved every second of it.

Footsteps echo down the hall, you don’t even look up. Gojo walks in, hands in his pockets, that blindfold pushed up on his head. He stops right in front of the couch and just stares at you for a long moment. You know you look wrecked as Gojo lets out a low whistle.

“Damn,” he says, voice dripping with smug satisfaction. “Look at you. Regretting every last decision.”

You groan and cover your face with both hands, sinking deeper into the couch. You feel pathetic. Hot and pathetic. 

“I told ya,” Gojo continues, flopping down on the arm of the couch. “I fucking told you not to go. But nooo, you just had to call me a weak ass and march in there like you could handle him.”

You peek through your fingers, cheeks burning. “Shut up, Satoru.”

He laughs, clearly enjoying your suffering. “Did he do the hair thing? He always does the hair thing. Gets me every time.”

You don’t answer, but the way you shift on the couch and press your thighs together gives it away.

Gojo leans closer, poking your shoulder. “Hey, at least you lasted longer than me last time. I came back after twenty minutes. You were gone for hours.” He pauses, then smirks again. “So… you gonna go back tomorrow or what? Because we both know you will.”

You bury your face back in your hands, but when you close your eyes: Suguru’s smile, his touch, the way he looked at you. Yeah. You are so screwed. And the worst part is, some stupid part of you is already thinking about the next time.

“Do you think that if we go together we could get him?” you suggest, letting your hands down and resting your head in the back of the couch. 

Satoru imitates your position, hands folding in his lap while he thinks about it. “I mean, we definitely can handle him together. Right?”

“I think we could.”

Satoru looks at you. “Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow sounds perfect.”

a/n: look at you being a loser for a man

You let your hands rest on your sides, revealing the obvious wet patch in your panties. You stand there, heart hammering in your chest, while Tim and Stephanie sit on the edge of the bed just watching you. The way their eyes drag over your body makes your skin burn but your hands stay obediently at your sides like Tim asked, and that only makes the wet spot on your panties more obvious. It’s soaked through, the fabric clinging to you.

“Fuck, look at her,” Stephanie says first, tilting her head as she bites her lower lip. She talks like you’re not even standing right there. “She’s dripping already. That little wet patch is so cute, I bet she’s aching.”

Tim leans forward, elbows on his knees, eyes glued between your legs. “She really is. So hot and messy for us. Don’t you wanna pull those panties to the side and see how shiny she is?”

Your face heats up even more, thighs pressing together without thinking. But they just keep going.

Stephanie laughs softly, reaching out to trace a finger along your hip without actually touching the spot you need. “Fuck yes, imagine her trying to stay quiet while I suck on her clit. Tim, you could hold her down for me.”

“Mmm, yeah,” Tim agrees, he looks up at your face for a second before his gaze drops back down. “I’d love to finger her while you kiss her. She’s already so wet I bet two fingers would slide right in. Maybe three.”

Stephanie hums in approval and finally stands up, circling behind you, her hands settle on your waist. “What can we do with her first… maybe she has to earn our attention first.”

You whimper, the words hitting you straight between the legs. Tim stands too, stepping close in front of you so you’re sandwiched again. He cups your chin gently, thumb brushing your bottom lip.

“Think she likes it when we talk about her like that,” he whispers, eyes dark. “Look how much wetter she’s getting.”

Stephanie presses a kiss to your shoulder, her hand sliding down to cup your ass. “Then let’s start playing with our pretty girl.”

Tim pulls you into a deep kiss while Stephanie gets rid of her own clothes, while Tim devours you, you really want to watch Stephanie undress. She has a gorgeous way of moving, she’s quickly just in her underwear, circling around Tim and you to get on the bed. She jumps to lay on the bed, making enough noise for you and Tim to end the kiss. 

“Tim, you’re overdressed again. Please,” Stephanie demands, clicking her tongue. Tim huffs a laugh like it’s a private joke between them, he quickly removes all his clothes and lays next to Stephanie. 

“You can get on the bed too, sweetheart,” Tim tells you, raising his hand for you to grab. 

His cock is long and pretty, pink at the tip and with a few veins going around the shaft, he’s not exactly girthy, but compensates it with the length. Stephanie already revealed her pretty pussy to your, her clit is bigger than you expected, throbbing and reddened, she’s a pink slightly deeper than Tim’s tip, and while he’s clean shaven, she has a full and curly bush that is asking you to bury your head between her legs. 

You swallow hard, eyes flicking between them as they lay there looking so perfect. Stephanie spreads her legs a little wider, showing off that pretty pussy with the curly bush, her clit already swollen and begging for attention. Tim’s cock twitches against his stomach, long and flushed.

Stephanie smirks at you, propping herself up on her elbows. “Here’s the deal, baby. You don’t get our hands or mouths on you until you make both of us cum. Think you can handle that?”

You nod quickly, already crawling onto the bed. The ache between your own legs only gets worse, but the thought of pleasing them first makes you even wetter. You settle between Stephanie’s thighs first, kissing her soft skin before you lean in and drag your tongue up her slit. She tastes warm and a little sweet, her bush tickling your nose as you bury your face deeper.

“Good girl,” Stephanie moans, one hand sliding into your hair. “Just like that. Fuck, you look so cute with your face in my pussy.”

At the same time you reach for Tim, wrapping your fingers around his length. He’s already leaking at the tip. You stroke him a few times before leaning over and taking him into your mouth, sucking gently on the head while your tongue swirls around it.

“Shit… oh my god,” Tim whines immediately, his hips jerking up. His voice cracks a little and it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever heard. “Your mouth feels so–so good… please don’t stop.”

Stephanie chuckles softly, guiding your head with her hand as you try to work both of them. “Suck him a little deeper, sweetheart. He loves that. And don’t forget to finger me, mhm, you’re doing so well for us.”

You moan around Tim’s cock, the vibration making him whimper again. He’s such a whiny mess already, one hand fisting the sheets while the other hovers like he wants to touch you. “I’m not gonna last… your tongue is too much. Steph, she’s sucking me so good.”

“Focus, baby,” Stephanie tells you, her voice breathy as she rocks her hips against your mouth. “Curl your fingers up a li… yes, nghh fuck. You’re such a quick learner.”

You do exactly what she says, sliding two fingers into her tight heat while you bob your head on Tim’s cock, taking him deeper each time. Tim keeps making these pretty little sounds, gasping and whining your name every few seconds. Stephanie’s grip in your hair tightens, praising you the whole time.

“Keep going, you’re gonna make me cum first if you keep hitting that spot. Look at our pretty girl working so hard for us.”

Your jaw starts to ache but you don’t care. You pull off Tim’s cock with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting your lips to the tip. He lets out a desperate whine at the loss, hips twitching like he’s trying not to beg out loud. Stephanie’s hand tightens in your hair, gently but firmly guiding you back between her thighs.

“Back to me, baby,” she says. “I want that pretty mouth on my pussy again, Tim can wait his turn.”

You bury your face back into her, licking and sucking on her swollen clit while your tongue dips inside her. She tastes even wetter now, her juices coating your chin. At the same time you reach over and wrap your hand around Tim’s cock, stroking him nice and steady, thumb rubbing over the head every time you twist your wrist.

“Fuck… yes,” Stephanie moans, rolling her hips against your mouth. “You’re s-so good with your tongue..”

Tim is falling apart next to her, his head is thrown back, pretty gasps and whimpers spilling out of him nonstop. “Your hand feels amazing… faster, hah please… I’m so close already.”

Stephanie laughs breathlessly, eyes half-lidded as she watches you work both of them. “Hear that? Our boy is such a whiny little mess for you, keep stroking him just like that while you eat me out. Make me cum first.”

You focus on her, sucking harder on her clit and curling your fingers back inside her. Stephanie’s thighs start to shake around your head, her grip in your hair turning almost desperate. Her moans get louder, breathier, until she suddenly arches off the bed with a broken cry.

“F-fuck, I’m cumming! Don’t stop, baby, right there!”

You keep licking her through it, tasting her as she pulses around your fingers. She rides your face until the last wave passes, then gently pushes your head away, chest heaving. Your hand never stopped moving on Tim. He’s watching you with glassy eyes, lips parted, looking completely wrecked. Stephanie reaches over and runs her fingers through his hair, smiling.

“Go on, sweetheart. Finish him off, he’s been so patient.”

You lean over and take him back into your mouth while your hand keeps pumping the base. That’s all it takes. Tim lets out the prettiest whine, hips stuttering as he cums hard down your throat. You swallow around him, milking every drop until he’s trembling and pushing at your shoulder, too sensitive.

Both of them are breathing hard, flushed and glowing as they look down at you. Stephanie cups your cheek, thumb wiping some of the mess from your chin.

“You did so good for us,” she praises softly. “Now it’s your turn, baby. Come here.”

a/n: if no one asks for a part two i'll make one

You just wait, naked in bed, not even wet because nothing about Gyro seems attractive to you right now. He comes out naked, half hard and clean from all the blood. He get on top of you, using one of his legs to part yours, his leaking cock pressing into your cunt.

"Gyro," you call for him again, but his eyes are fixated on your chest, taking one of your boobs in his hand while his mouth sucks hard on the other. "Can we talk?"

"I don't wanna talk." His teeth scrape your nipple, making you gasp. "I need you. I need your body."

Gyro pushed into you hard without warm-up or gentle touches. He was lost in it, hips snapping forward with a desperate rhythm that made your breath catch sharp in your throat. His cock stretched you open too fast, the sting blooming hot and deep between your legs. You thought it would ease up after a minute, that your body would adjust like it usually did when he needed you, but he just kept going faster

His hands gripped your hips tight, fingers digging in so deep you knew bruises would bloom there by morning. Every thrust slammed his pelvis against yours, the dry slap of skin filling the room. One of his palms slid up to squeeze your tit roughly, pinching and kneading. It hurt, a dull ache mixing with the burn inside you, but Gyro did not notice. His eyes were half-lidded, focused only on the way your body took him, chasing his own pleasure like a man drowning.

"Gyro," you gasped, fingers clutching at his shoulders. "Slow down… it hurts."

He did not slow down. He drove deeper, breath ragged and hot against your neck, dark blond hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. The executioner who came to you broken tonight was not your soft friend right now. He was just need, raw and selfish, fucking you like your body could erase whatever blood he had washed off earlier.

"Stop," you tried again, voice tighter. Pain flared sharper with every snap of his hips, the sting refusing to fade.

He still did not hear you, lost completely in the heat of your cunt, grunting low as he chased release.

The safe word you two decided just in case escape your lips in a cry, making Gyro freeze instantly. His whole body went rigid, cock still buried deep inside you. His eyes snapped open wide, terror flooding across his face. His cock slipped out of you with a sound that made your stomach twist, the sting between your legs still burning hot.

His face… God, you'd never seen him look like that. Wide blue eyes full of pure terror, he'd just woken up from a nightmare and realized he was the monster in it. His hands hovered over your hips, shaking, not daring to touch the bruises already forming under his fingerprints.

"I'm sorry," he choked out, voice cracking. "Fuck, I'm so sorry."

You sat up slowly, wincing at the ache in your core and the tender spots on your tits where he'd gripped too hard. You don't understand what happened there, what got into him.

"Gyro," you said softly, reaching out. His hand found yours, gripping tight.

"I didn't… I wasn't there," he whispered. He kept enough distance between you so you feel comfortable. "Tell me what you need. Water? Fuck, I don't know. Don't leave."

You could see it all over him, the exhaustion that went deeper than usual. He was half-hard still, but he ignored it completely, eyes locked on your face now instead of your body. Waiting. Terrified you'd safe-word him out of your life for good.

You shifted closer, ignoring the sting for a second, and pulled his head gently toward your chest like you always did at the end of nights. "Breathe, Gyro. You stopped. That's what matters."

He let out a shaky breath against your skin, arms wrapping around your waist carefully this time, no bruising force. "I don't deserve you," he mumbled, voice muffled. "My only friend… and I treat you like that."

His body trembled a little as he clung to you. You ran your fingers through his hair, feeling the tension slowly bleed out of him. The rough need from minutes ago was gone, replaced by the tired Gyro you knew better. He nuzzled closer, lips brushing your collarbone softly now.

"What happened tonight?" you ask softly, the curiosity too loud in your head. "You came here covered in blood and, well, look what you did. Talk to me, Gyro."

He flinched at your words, for a moment, he thought about the possibility of telling you.

"I-I can't" he whispered, his eyes never leaving yours now. "I wish I could tell you, but it's not something I can share. Not with anyone."

You knew he carried heavy things, but this felt bigger. The blood on his neck earlier was not from some patient.

"Is it really that bad?" you pressed gently, brushing a strand of blond hair from his forehead. "You looked broken when you walked in. Let me help carry it."

Gyro shook his head, eyes squeezing shut for a second. He pulled you closer, careful now, resting his head against your chest

"If I say anything, it puts you in danger too. I won't do that to you."

He nuzzled closer, arms wrapping around you a little tighter, but still gentle after what happened. The terror in his face had not fully left, mixed now with guilt and exhaustion. You could feel how much it hurt him to keep it locked away, the weight of whatever he did tonight pressing down on both of you.

"Please, stay with me," he begged quietly. "I know I don't deserve it after hurting you, but... please."

You sighed and held him, fingers running through his hair. Whatever his real job was, he was still your Gyro.

You whine. “This is so embarrassing… you’re so gross for wanting my dirty panties every time.”

Suguru chuckles softly and leans in, kissing your neck while her fingers keep working. “Maybe. But they smell like you. I love having a part of you close to me when I’m away.” She presses harder, rubbing the damp spot against your swollen clit until your legs start to shake. Your hands clutch at her shoulders, little gasps slipping out with every stroke.

She keeps the pressure steady, circling and rubbing until you’re rocking against her hand, panties completely ruined and clinging to your folds. “Suguru hah please… I’m close already…”

“Good girl,” she whispers against your ear. She slips two fingers under the edge of your panties, pushing the wet fabric inside you a little as she rubs your clit directly. You moan louder, thighs squeezing around her wrist.

It hits you fast the first time. Your whole body tenses, a shaky whine tearing from your throat as you cum hard against her fingers, soaking through the cotton even more. Suguru keeps rubbing you through it, drawing it out until you’re panting and oversensitive.

She pulls her hand back just enough to admire the growing dark wet patch on your panties, then presses her palm flat against you again. “One more. I want them really ruined.”

You shake your head, already whimpering. “Too much… I can’t.”

She kisses your jaw, her free hand holding your thigh open. “You can take it. I want you really messy for me.” Her fingers move faster, rubbing the drenched cotton right against your swollen clit. The wet sounds are loud in the quiet room, you’re getting louder too, little broken moans falling out with every circle.

Your second orgasm builds fast and intensely. Your whole body tightens, thighs squeezing around her wrist as you cry out. “Sugu-Suguru! I’m cumming mmph!” 

It crashes over you even harder this time, your pussy pulsing and gushing against the ruined panties. You’re shaking, gripping her shirt tight, but she still doesn’t let up. She keeps the pressure steady, grinding her palm against you, and a tight sensation fills your lower belly, 

“Wait Suguru wait, I feel like I’m gonna pee,” you whine, voice cracking with embarrassment. You’re sweating as you try to squirm away, but she holds you in place.

She looks at you with hungry eyes and shakes her head. “I don’t care. Let it go if it happens. Might even like it,” she says. Her hand doesn’t slow down at all. 

You moan loudly, the mix of shame and pleasure making your head spin. “Suguru, you cant sa- ahh! Please, it’s too much, I can’t hold it!”

“Cum for me again, baby” she whispers right against your ear, biting your lobe gently. “Make a mess.”

The third orgasm rips through you so hard your vision blurs. You cry out, body jerking as you cum, and the pressure releases a little with it. A warm gush soaks your panties completely, dripping down your thighs. You’re whimpering and shaking, so embarrassed but so turned on you can barely think.

Suguru groans softly, clearly loving it. She keeps rubbing you gently through the aftershocks, milking every last twitch until you’re limp and panting in her arms. Only then does she finally ease her hand away.

She hooks her fingers in the waistband and slowly peels the absolutely drenched panties down your legs. They’re soaked through, shiny and heavy with your cum and that little extra. Suguru holds them up, admiring the mess with a satisfied smirk before bringing them close to her face for a deep inhale. Her cock twitches visibly in her jeans.

“Fuck, these are perfect,” she whispers with her nose still pressed to them. “I love your smell so much.”

“Don’t do that in front of me, you pervert!” you gasp, trying to pull her hand down.

Suguru just laughs as she folds them carefully and slips them into her back pocket. Then she leans in and kisses you slow and deep, one hand cupping your flushed cheek.

“I’ll miss you,” she says softly, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “But at least I’ve got something to keep me company for a few days.”

a/n: this idea was for shoko first but something about long distance gf suguru made much sense with it

He started rambling right away about his training trip, the new jutsu he picked up and how he finally got to spar with some super strong guys out there. Iruka-sensei listened with a warm smile, nodding along and looking genuinely proud.

Just then, you came up from behind, still focused on the shopping list in your hand. “Iruka, honey, how many tomatoes do we need?” you asked, not even noticing Naruto right there or your boyfriend trying to wave you down from the end of the aisle to stop you.

Naruto’s head snapped toward you so fast. His blue eyes went wide, a huge grin spreading even bigger across his face. “Sensei!” he yelled, super happy. “You’re here too! Wow, it’s been forever! You look great!”

You blinked, finally spotting him, and a little laugh slipped out. But before you could say much, Naruto’s brain seemed to catch up with what he’d just heard. His mouth dropped open, eyes darting between you and Iruka-sensei and then he gasped loudly.

“Iruka-sensei, you did it!” Naruto shouted, loud enough that a couple other shoppers glanced over. He pointed at Iruka with both hands, practically vibrating with joy. “You finally told her! Oh man, I’m so happy for you two right now! I kept doing everything to get you together, I can’t believe it worked!”

Iruka’s face turned a deep red. “Naruto, not so loud in the store,” he muttered.

“Oh, really?” you asked at Naruto, crossing your arms. “I didn’t know you were my little cupid, Iruka never told me.”

Naruto puffed out his chest like he’d just saved the village all over again. “Yeah! I was the best wingman ever! I kept swapping your seating charts so you’d have to sit next to each other during big teacher meetings!”

He was talking so fast, hands waving everywhere. “I knew you two would be perfect together! Iruka-sensei had the biggest crush on you for like... forever! Way before I even started helping!”

Iruka wanted to leave, he wanted the grocery store floor to swallow him whole. He kept glancing at you, trying to find any type of expression in your face. “Naruto, that’s enough,” he said quickly, voice a little higher than usual.

You raised an eyebrow, turning toward your boyfriend with a playful smile. “Iruka, you never told me it started that long ago.”

He avoided your eyes for a second as he stared really hard at the tomatoes you were still holding. “I… well, it wasn’t exactly something I planned to bring up right away,” he admitted softly, a shy little laugh escaping him. When he saw Naruto opening his mouth again, he stopped him himself “Okay, I think that’s enough. We’ll catch up later, Naruto.” Then he turned to you. “That’s the perfect amount of tomatoes, let’s go.”

He grabs your hand, taking you out of the aisle and of the conversation. 

“Bye, senseis!” Naruto waved at you both, completely unbothered. 

You don’t bring up the topic until he does, late at night, cuddling in bed with you. You’re completely on top of him, cheek resting in his chest and acting like a weighted blanket to him. He’s scratching your back and every once in a while one of you makes a little comment. 

“Naruto didn’t help me at all to court you, okay? I did it all by myself,” he points out after a long silence, obviously bothered about the impression you had of him. 

You laugh into his chest, pressing a kiss between his pecs. “Iruka, I know. You started courting me, as you say, after Naruto left.”

“Exactly!” He holds his hands up and flops them to his sides. “I love that kid but sometimes he’s so…”

Iruka doesn’t want to finish that sentence so he just sighs as you wrap your arms around him a little bit tighter, pulling up so your faces are very close to each other. You smile softly, your fingers tracing lazy circles over his collarbone as you hover above him.

“Honey,” you whisper, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. “I never even realized Naruto was trying to help you. I loved being around you and how you always looked out for me.”

“I still do,” he relaxes a little under you, his hands settling on your waist as he searches your face. You lean in and press a sweet kiss to his lips.

“I know. I love you,” you whisper. “Naruto can brag all he wants, but we both know how this really happened.”

Iruka’s eyes soften completely, he cups your cheek with one hand, thumb stroking your skin. “I love you too,” he says quietly. “More than I’ve ever loved anyone.”

You settle back down against his chest, but this time you tilt your head up so you can keep looking at him. He keeps scratching your back in soothing strokes, the room feels perfectly quiet except for the steady beat of his heart under your ear. Every now and then he presses a kiss to the top of your head and you respond by snuggling closer, tangling your legs with his.