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disclaimer: imo, tom’s spiderman wouldn’t cheat but for the sake of this fanfic, that will happen :3

contains: angst

BND!Peter longed for this moment. After years of isolation, he finally had MJ in his arms again. Granted, not quite the way he wanted but she was here nevertheless. There was one problem; he also had you.

It was the second semester of his third year when Peter met you in one of his classes. It started off innocently, partners for a project, but somewhere between late night sessions and coffee dates, his quiet affection deepened into something more demanding. And it scared him.

He had kept himself away for so long, the idea of loving someone seemed unfathomable. Not only loving you, but letting you know all his secrets, his insecurities and his past.

But there you were, holding him in your arms as he spilled about he had lost everyone years ago. Peter described it as living in another world, a depressing, scary world. In that moment, all he felt was the warmth that radiated off you and the feeling of your hand softly stroking his hair.

It was well late into the night when Peter had returned from one of his patrols. You had been waiting for nearly an hour past the time he promised to be home. When the front door clicked shut, your eyes flicked up to gaze at Peter. He was still in his suit, mask off but he looked more distressed than usual.

Your initial thought was something went wrong or he let his latest case slip away. But even after pestering him, Peter didn’t want tell you what was on his mind.

“C’mon, you’ll get them next time. Don’t tire yourself out, you’re only one person.”

He fell back into his usual position, body between your legs where his head could rest on your stomach.

“It’s not—,” a quiet sigh, “it’s not that. Well it is related to that, but—.” He stops himself as if debating whether he should tell the truth.

“I saw MJ.”

Immediately the feeling of despair pooled at the bottom of your heart. You managed to scramble out a small “oh,” while your hand paused at stroking his hair.

“And I kissed her.”

Another punch to the gut. A long, excruciating, pause of silence followed by Peter sitting up and reaching to interlock your hands only to be met with you pulling back. He flinched slightly, a little surprised but understood your reaction.

“I’m really sorry. I have no excuses. What I did was wrong, I got caught up in the moment.”

He waited to see if you had any other reaction than stoicism but you didn’t. Instead, your lips tightened into a line like you were trying to hold yourself back from shouting.

“Hey, hey, look at me please. I don’t want to lose you, I don’t want to do this again. It wasn’t her, it was Jean Grey. She mind controlled Mj.” As if that made it any better.

“You still kissed her,” the worry that you buried deep in the back of your mind had suddenly come true. You had feared what would happen if MJ ever returned, or they somehow met by coincidence. But this? This was worse than you could’ve ever imagined.

Peter desperately clung onto you as you attempted to leave. His eyes watered and nose sniffled when you jerked your arm away. No amount of pleading would solve this. You had convinced yourself that somewhere in his heart he would leave some space for you, eventually parts of MJ would disappear but it was clear he loved only MJ.

You didn’t know whether to be mad at yourself for believing it could work or him for not being honest to himself.

“I might as well paint my face and join the circus with the way you think any of this would ever be ok.”

“I didn’t— no! I never said it would ever be ok. I messed up, big time. I can’t even express how sorry I am,” another desperate sigh escaped his lips.

“Don’t, Peter. I don’t want to hear it. I was a fool to think you could ever give up the girl you dated for six months, four years ago.”

He kneeled, begged, cried but none of it was enough to make you stay. The door shut with a finality.

A lego piece slips from his grasp, making a small clink as it hit the table. He had been replaying that conversation over and over that he didn’t notice until MJ said something.

MJ looked over concerned, “you okay?”

“Uh, yeah I’m fine. Just..lost in thought.” MJ nodded in response then returned to sketching something in her book.

He had MJ and Ned back. He had Frank. He even had Jean Grey, but he didn’t have you. Peter didn’t know what hurt worse, having everyone but a different version of them or never having you in his life again.

That familiar ache in his chest returned, similar to when everything went to shit four years ago. But it was more intense. Like one wrong move could explode his heart into a million pieces.

Perhaps it was always intended to end this way. You being the one who got away.

situationship!caleb is a mess after you decided to end things. apparently prolonging an official relationship is a bad thing? i mean, caleb likes you. he really does, but he’s afraid to commit. besides, you rarely get to see him anyways. still, he ached for you. he wanted to reach out so desperately but he knew he messed up.

it’d been only two days but it felt like years to caleb. it was especially hard for his cock. oh how he missed that warm feeling of you wrapping around him. missed watching your tits bounce as you ride him. or staring at your face as he slipped it in during missionary. drunk and lonely, caleb sends a video. attached with a message, “forgive me now?”

needless to say, you were at his place less than thirty minutes after he sent that message.

Out of the seven concubines he possesses, you were his favorite. Why? Simply because you were human. The other six were a variety of half-human, half demon or full demon ladies.

And being the twisted sadistic demon lord Sukuna was, he loved seeing you in pain from his size. You were much smaller than the others, which meant everything about you was also small.

Especially your cunt.

Just thinking about his girth sliding into your tight pussy had him drooling. He’d be bored out of his mind with endless conversations with other nobles; so to combat that, he’d daydream about fucking you senselessly.

He loved when you squirmed under him as he first enters. Those soft noises you make when you plea with him not to push further. One of his arms would run over your stomach where it bulged from his impossibly large cock.

Sukuna was a sick fuck, he’d torture you by speeding up until he felt your walls contracting around him. Then he’d slow down forcing delay to your climax.

“C’mon..be a good girl for me,” he’d coo into your ear. His upper right arm would wipe away a fallen tear. “I’m almost there. Hold out for me yeah? I know you can.”

“Gege knows best.” Three words you’ve heard repeatedly growing up with Caleb. He was always so insistent that you follow what he said and did. As if being three years older magically had a superiority hold or something.

Most of the time you agreed because you didn’t know better. But there were a few times when you’d rebel. That would be followed by a long, boring lecture from Caleb.

Even now, you listened to him.

“Move your big feet,” you grumble pushing his foot away from your face. You were peacefully finishing your homework on the coffee table when he decided to intrude. He chuckles and leans over to ruffle your hair.

“Stop it! You’re annoying!” You flatten your hair with a huff.

After he finished laughing, he eyed your homework. “Intro to chem? Sounds boring.” You mock him while narrowing your eyes at him.

Silence, finally. Then his voice interrupts your thoughts again.

“Have you met anyone on campus? Anyone special.” You turn to look at him. “Wouldn’t you like to know weather-boy.” He raises a brow curiously, “weather-boy? what does that even mean?”

You stifle a laugh before shaking your head. “It’s a meme. But yes.” With a sigh, you turn back to your computer. But then Caleb probes you.

“Oh? Do tell who this “special” person is.”

“No. You don’t need to know.”

“C’mon, I won’t tell.”

After five minutes of back and forth, you finally gave in. Why? Because he used those three words again, “Gege knows best,” followed by, “I can give you advice.”

“Oh yeah? Okay then gege, how do you give the best, sloppy, amazing head so he’ll fall in love with me?” It was a joke…mostly.

But somehow, you ended up between his thighs, homework forgotten. His pants? Gone, thrown somewhere three feet away. And in front of you displayed Caleb’s already stiff cock. As if he were waiting for this day.

With wide, curious eyes, your fingertip slowly reaches out to poke his tip. He shudders and slightly groans at the touch. “Ah shit— hold on. It’s sensitive.” He adjusts his position, bringing himself closer to you.

“Stick out your tongue,” as if being hypnotized, you stick your tongue out. Something bubbles inside you as he brings his cock to your tongue. “Hah…that’s it,” he moans, dick sliding against your wet tongue.

His right hand grips onto your hair, not tightly but guiding as you closed your mouth around him. “Hollow out your cheeks,” he instructs, pushing your head lower. You gag and instinctively pull away, coughing.

“Oh shit— I’m sorry…didn’t meant to.”

Learning how to suck cock didn’t go to plan so Caleb convinces you to let him use your pussy. After all, you were already soaked.

He guides you to lean over the couch, ass arched towards him. “Just relax okay? I’ll go slow,” his dick slides between your folds gently as he prepares you. His left hands has a hold on your neck gently to force you to look back at him, while his right gropes your chest.

“Mhm, look how ready you are for gege. You’re such a slut, you know that right?” He teases your entrance with his tip. He’ll slip it in then back out, just enough for you to feel but not bleed just yet.

“Can gege put it in? All the way?” He asked softly, already slipping it in. A straggled “mhm-hm” is all he needs before thrusting in his whole length.

“Sshh, I’ll be careful. Promise.” His thumb brushes over your bottom lip to comfort you.

After the initial pain subsided, the pleasure comes in through lewd moans from you. Once he knew you were okay, Caleb began to thrust in a way you didn’t know even existed. His tip kissed your cervix everytime he went back in. How was this possible? A dick so big it bulged your lower belly.

“No one can make you feel this way…gege’s always loved you. From day one. Remember it.” Caleb shamelessly makes love as if it were his full time job. As if he wants your insides to remember his girth.

Your walls tighten around him the faster he goes making it harder to hold back.

“You keep doing that and I’m going to cum,” he mewls into your ear. “Is that what you want? You want older brother’s cum in you?”

He doesn’t wait for your answer before hot liquid seeps into your cervix. Perhaps gege does know best.

Instead of going on one of your stupid little dates where Satoru pretends it’s too sappy, he’s stuck getting high with his frat brothers. The events from last week replays constantly in his mind.

Noticing he’s staring off into distance, Suguru places a blunt between his lips. It momentarily distracts Satoru until he realized what it was. “Get that shit away from me,” he grumbles, already pushing Suguru’s hand away.

Suguru gives him a half-amused smile, throwing his hands up in the air. Satoru had quit smoking a week after he met you. He had let you ramble on about the negative effects mary jane had on the brain and so on before he finally surrendered.

As he reminisced, he quietly chuckles. You were always so cute that way. Whenever you were passionate about a subject, you’d rant to him on and on. The facts were never-ending. Even when he didn’t understand or truly cared, he’d still listen. Because it made you smile and your smile was his favorite thing.

“Just man the fuck up and text her bro,” Suguru says while he’s lighting a cigarette. Satoru snaps his head towards him, eyes narrowing.

“I can’t just ‘text her’. She hates me right now.”

You know it serious when even Suguru pauses his smoking. “Oh and the perfect way to get her back is to ignore her right? Dude, c’mon you’re not that dumb.”

An offended scoffs comes from Satoru as he processes his words. Suguru wasn’t wrong. The sight of your disappointed face as Yumi threw her hands around him haunted his dreams. When he tried to sleep at night, all he could picture was you. He messed up. Big time.

Satoru wasn’t even sure when he left but he was fast walking across the campus towards your dorm. Texting wouldn’t do. He needed to talk in person. Needed to apologize face-to-face.

Halfway to your dorm, the heavy clouds began releasing big droplets of rain onto him. Satoru quietly cursed himself and the sky. Maybe this was the universe’s way of telling him how heartbroken you were. In that case, he strutted on.

The rain soaked him completely. His previously dry clothes clung onto his body like plastic wrap. His sneakers sloshed with water as he walked. Anything to prove that he needed you back.

It didn’t take much convincing to be let into your dorm and up to your floor. Everyone knew Satoru Gojo. Even the RA knew better than to intervene. Especially when the Satoru Gojo came walking in drenched at 11:36pm.

Fully expecting you, he cleared his throat and knocked five times. The secret knock you both shared, the one that meant “I love you baby.”

But instead of seeing your pretty face, he was met with your roommate who stared at him like he was clinically insane.

“You’re looking for her I’m assuming?” Even your roommate seemed tired of Satoru. “She’s not here, she went out with one of her department peers.”

Satoru’s brow raised immediately. “You’re kidding me? Who? When? Where?” Only when your roommate gave him an expression did he realize he was leaning towards her in frustration.

“Chill dude, she’ll be back in an hour. Gosh, you’re like the weird possessive ex—“

“I’m not,” he cut her off sharply.

Without looking back, he stormed back downstairs to the lobby. If waiting was what he needed to do, he’ll do it happily. Even if it meant staying until 4am. He needed you to know how much he loved you.

Thinking about how babydaddy!toji can’t stay away from you. You’ve been divorced for months now but everytime you drop off Megumi, Toji somehow keeps you around for longer.

It’s supposed to be a quick 5-10 minute trip but it stretches longer the more you visit. At first it was an innocent plea, asking you to stay to make sure Megumi could nap. Then the next time, the excuse was that he had leftovers that he couldn’t finish and wanted to share.

Eventually that turned into Toji pressing you into the bed you used to share. He’d cover your mouth while ramming into you from behind. Something about “can’t stay away from this pussy,” or whatever.

He loves seeing the internal debate you have while his pretty cock fills you up in missionary. He’s slow at first, thrusting so you’ll remember it for later. Then when you finally get over your morals, he speeds up.

The headboard clacks against the wall as the bed thuds underneath you two. He’s got your leg pressed against your chest and thrown over his shoulder as he drives into you. Sweat forming at his forehead.

He’s been going for at least ten minutes now and he doesn’t wanna stop.

“S’good…gonna put—“ another hard thrust, “‘nother baby in you.” He mewls. His hands grip hard at the plush around your hips.

“Ahh..fuck. Too tight…this is why I need to fuck you..you’ve been too lonely.” Excuses after excuses so he can fill you up each time you visit. And you fall or it every. single. time.

Toji can’t help it. He just loves his baby mama too much.

long missions always suck. especially when you’re horny and simon’s not there to help. so what better way to help yourself than send a message wearing that skimpy outfit he likes? he’d surely respond.

minutes later he returns your message with his own, a selfie angled from juuuust above where his cock is. that’s enough to make you melt.

but then he sends another. a video this time. followed by a message “how long do you think we’d last?”

simon knows his girl.

Satoru’s sharp eyes pierce into the freshman’s who’s now scrambling away. It would be a lie if you said you didn’t enjoy his reaction. That’s what you wanted after all.

“Really? A freshman? Going younger now huh?”

Annoyance is written all over his face as he stares you down. His brows are furrowed and his lips tugged down to a frown. Gotta admit, it was pretty dang hot.

“Mhmhm, and so what? We’re not together anymore.” Your response ticks him off. He scoffs then licks his lips.

On the outside, you keep yourself calm. But on the inside? Oh you’re absolutely thrilled.

“And don’t act like you weren’t flirting it up with some brunette. You’re not so innocent.” But instead of looking guilty or feeling remorse he…smirks?

“You saw that hm?” He raises a brow. You knew it. He deliberately pretended to flirt in hopes of you catching him. “Did you…feel jealous or..?”

“No! Never. Like I said, we’re not together. You can do whatever you want.”

And he’s back to frowning again. If there’s one thing about you that always constant, it’s that stubborn attitude of yours.

In the background, a few of his frat brothers shout for him to join the beer pong game. He raises a hand as if to say “in a minute” before turning back to you.

His eyes are still focused on your figure as you quietly sweep your gaze around the party. Anything to ignore his’s. He’s definitely not happy about that.

Satoru reaches one hand out to grip on your chin, turning you to look at him. “Am I that uninteresting?”

“Yeah, you kinda are.”

He rolls his eyes at your response. Typical you.

“Stare me down and tell me truthfully that you’re over me and I’ll leave you alone. You’ll be free to do as you please.”

Instead of his usual mischievous expression or playful attitude, there’s a different emotion behind him as he spoke. For a moment it looked like you were going to confirm what he said but then your mouth closed.

How could you tell him that? That would be a lie. You’re not over him. But you also don’t want to get back with him. At least not yet. Not until you know for sure that he realizes he’s in the wrong.

It was so hard not to throw your arms around him and tell him the truth. You wanted him back more than anything. You bite your bottom lip as you silently debated on what to say.

“Saaatoooruuu~”

Both of your head shift to put a face to that sickening sweet voice. Before that happens, two arms are throw over Satoru’s shoulders, he almost falls but catches himself.

“Satoruuu, I’ve been searching for you alllll night.” She giggles then rests her chin on his shoulder.

Yumi.

Satoru’s situationship before you. The one that caused him to ignore all women for a year before he met you of course. He practically despised her but now that she was here, he didn’t look like he hated her at all.

You don’t miss the way she’s giving you a look either. It’s like she knows she’ll win him over with a simple smile.

All the emotions you felt completely disappeared the moment he turned his attention to her instead of you.

“Hold on! Don’t leave—!” Satoru’s hand desperately reaches out to stop you but he’s pulled back by Yumi who’s clinging on to his arm.

“Wait! Please!” He shouts but you ignore him. All you feel is the anger and frustration building up inside you again. You had come to this party to be nothing but humiliated.

“C’mon, let her leave. She wasn’t that interesting anyways,” yumi coos into his ear as her finger traces slowly on his bicep.

You look over your shoulder expecting him to chase after you. But he doesn’t. He just stands and stares at your retreating figure. That tells you everything you need to know.

The bass thumps through the floorboards of the frat house. Another wild party thrown by Satoru’s frat. Same smoky air, same bodies grinding to some generic pop-rap track. The same smell of cheap beer and cologne.

You hadn’t been here since that night. That night that ended in tears and shouts.

Against your will, you returned to the party scene per your friend’s request. Shoko had convinced you to accompany her saying it’d be a great way to reclaim power by showing up uninvited.

But power feels far away right now with every flash of movement making you tense up. Subconsciously you were waiting for that familiar silhouette: tall frame cutting through crowds effortlessly like he owns them, those stupid crystal blue eyes.

It doesn’t take long before his voice cuts through the crowd. As if an instinct, your head snaps towards the direction of it.

He’s laughing, head thrown back at something a pretty brunette says. You know that laugh. It’s his pity laugh. Perhaps some part of him had hope you’d be here tonight to witness this? Unfortunately, that was also the same reason the relationship ended.

He’s popular, no doubt. The vice president, tall, incredibly handsome. So it was natural for girls to throw themselves at him. But what you hated most was that he never outright rejected them. They’d laugh, place their hand on his arm but he wouldn’t shrug them away. Instead he’d give them his Instagram when they asked for his number.

He stepped away towards one of his buddies. He greets them with a clap on his back, flashing that easy grin. The one that makes women swoon over him. The same one you fell for.

And then his eyes sweeps over the crowd casually as he usually does when he’s searching for something or rather—someone.

Using this chance, you turn to a student nearby. The freshman—some shy, lanky guy with glasses—blinks in surprise as you tap his shoulder. You flash a charming smile, one that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

Satoru’s definitely looking now.

The freshman stutters, hand rubbing the back of his neck. It’s clear he’s nervous or two seconds away from passing out. After all, he’s talking to Satoru Gojo’s girlfriend.

Because that’s what people still think of you: his girl.

And right on cue, all 6’3, milky white hair Satoru steps up, shoving his way in between you and the freshman.

ex!satoru who pined after you first, and though you rejected him, he continued in his efforts.

ex!satoru who seemed to be obsessed with you from the moment you finally said yes. it was clear he had secretly crushed on you for a while before ever approaching.

ex!satoru who then was suddenly final with his decision to break up, leaving you heartbroken on a random Thursday evening seven months ago. the reason? his father heard rumors about a relative of yours & decided he didn’t want satoru to date you.

ex!satoru who knew his father was being unreasonable but didn’t want to go against him. losing his mother at a young age was already difficult enough, he didn’t want to lose another parent. even if it meant letting go of the one he loved.

ex!satoru who made it clear he was choosing his father over you. yet still lingered around. whether through text or in person, he never seemed to let you go.

ex!satoru who had numerous flings, telling you about them because he claimed he valued you as a friend. and friends tell each other about their dating lives. right?

ex!satoru who constantly introduced you to his flings as his “best-friend”. if you even expressed an inkling of dislike for one of his flings, he’d dropped them instantly.

ex!satoru who still valued you over anyone but at the same time pushed you away. he’d let you in but force you out once you got too close. even he was confused why he was this way.

ex!satoru who got into a relationship with an older girl and seemed as equally obsessed with as her as he did with you. satoru convinced himself he was so in love with her. but he texted you everyday.

ex!satoru who would be mad if you didn’t respond to his daily texts even though he was with his girlfriend. he’d accuse you of being with someone else while he gf laid next to him. he knows he shouldn’t be jealous, but he was.

ex!satoru who was grief-stricken when he started an argument with you for the 100th time but you reacted with nonchalance. he threatened to block you (for the 20th time) but instead of your usual “let’s talk it out,” you simply replied “okay.” and when he did block you, he didn’t realize that to you, you finally felt free.

ex!satoru who even though was still with his girlfriend, realized he was in love with you this entire time. secretly, he had a photo album filled with pictures of you two and of you alone. mostly with you alone though as he loved staring at your pretty face. and when his girlfriend found out, he pretended he forgot to delete them despite breaking up over seven months ago and blocking you three weeks ago.

ex!satoru who stayed up at night going through your socials after unblocking you. a profound sadness sitting in his heart as he stares at the pictures of you smiling. only then did it dawn on him how toxic he was. he didn’t claim you as his best friend bc he truly thought that, it was a way to keep you around for his own selfish reasons. satoru was so in love with you he couldn’t think of any other way to keep you around beside trapping you in this more-than-friends, less-than-lovers relationship.

ex!satoru whose girlfriend kept pestering him about the pictures of his ex-girlfriend in his album to which he’d dismiss her.

ex!satoru who realized that he’d be an asshole to keep the relationship going and broke up with his girlfriend. even then, his mind filled with memories of you only. but by then, you had already become his girlfriend’s lacy. she was consumed with the thought of what you had that she didn’t. wondered why satoru couldn’t let you go. what was so special about you?

ex!satoru who, even after a year now, still couldn’t shake his feelings for you. and as you met up for the first time in a year he felt himself falling further. he explained the events of the year, his thoughts, his hidden devotion to you and his breakup. though you acknowledge him, you firmly rejected his proposal of getting back together. he would stupid to believe you would accept him again.

ex!satoru who will have to live knowing you were the on that got away.

MDNI {art creds: sso_s__}

boss!higuruma is fighting so hard not to fuck you in the office, won’t you make it easier?

The morning’s only started yet you’ve somehow managed to have two accidents. The first, knocking your coffee down, warm liquid spilling into your lap. Higuruma didn’t pay attention to that, or tried not to as you dabbed your thighs dry.

The second? Jamming the printer. You hadn’t meant to, it just seemed you were prone to accidents. In all honesty, if you hadn’t given Higuruma that cute pout, he probably would’ve sent you home by now.

“I’m sorry Higuruma-san.” It was adorable the way you hid your face in embarrassment as a blanket of pink rushed to your cheeks.

“It’s alright, just…” he wanted to say be careful, but knowing you…

“It’s alright.” He smiles.

Despite the clumsiness, he appreciated having you around. You proved yourself to be an efficient worker. Being hot was just an add-on.

By mid-day, Higuruma was already overwhelmed. The cases continued to pile though, that was on him. He told himself he’d only take on one at a time. So when he heard heels clacking outside his office, he groaned.

He could sense the oncoming headache just at the sight of the file. Delicate fingers placed the folder on his desk, careful not to make another mistake.

“Newest case.”

“Thanks.”

There’s a small moment of comfortable conversation before the inevitable happens. On your way to write something down, you knock the folder you so carefully place on his desk over. The contents pooled around his feet.

“I’m so sorry!”

You were on your knees before he could protest. It wasn’t until your head was dangerously close to his open thighs did he notice the rather…intimate position.

He would be lying if he said he didn’t imagine you on knees suc— no.

It didn’t help when you titled your head up just enough to meet his gaze, peering at him through the top of your glasses.

“Please don’t fire me,” you joked lightly. Thankfully he chuckled.

But god, this position. The look. Was it deliberate? No…couldn’t be.

The chair squeaks as he pushes back enough to stand on his feet. With your head back down, he snuck the chance to adjust his pants that seemed to get too tight.

“You can leave it on my desk, I’ll organize it later.”

Just as he thought he was in the clear, you stood up, ass just inches away from his crotch and bent over slightly to place the papers down.

Higuruma was losing it.

If not intentional? Why so intentional shaped??

He was gonna move, he swears but then you dropped his pen. It rolled off to the left where you proceeded to bend over, legs straight, back slightly arched to grab it.

Fighting the urge to just grab onto your hips, he distanced himself.

Either you were stupidly oblivious or you knew exactly what you were doing and he was the actual fool.

With a soft smile, you set the pen down. “I’m sorry…again. I’ll be out there if…yeah.”

He didn’t bother answering, just nodded and watch you leave. A cold shower sounds nice right now.

a/n: heh…ima make part 2 where it’s only👉👌👅🍆

bestfriend!satoru who invites you to his wedding against his better judgment. he never did get around to telling you his true feelings when you left for work across the world, five years ago.

bestfriend!satoru whose finger traced the slight bump of your name written in baby blue ink on the invite as his mind fills with sweet memories of the past.

bestfriend!satoru who refers to you as “an old friend” to those who asked because he can’t admit to himself who you truly were to him.

bestfriend!satoru who didn’t expect you to reach out, after all, contact was lost when you left. though, he can’t lie and say he wasn’t happy. hearing from you for the first time in five years was like a wish come true to him.

bestfriend!satoru who found himself eagerly waiting for your arrival during the pre-wedding party. arctic blue eyes searching for a familiar face within the sea of dancing bodies.

bestfriend!satoru who can’t take his eyes off you as you grin with your head titled, just like all those years ago. eyes disappearing as you joined him in the joy of his wedding. one simple touch bringing back the sparks he once felt.

bestfriend!satoru who secretly stole a glance of you from where he sat with his bride as speeches continued. an aching feeling tugging at his heart as suguru mentions the memories of them two and an old friend. and old friend satoru was quite fond of.

bestfriend!satoru who admired the way the moonlight illuminated your face in contrast of the dark venue. the curve of your smile, the crinkle by your eyes. the way you laugh as you recounted memories of the past.

bestfriend!satoru who didn’t really listen because he was too busy relishing in the feeling of having you back again to hear you properly.

bestfriend!satoru who remembered he was a married man now as the silver ring shines back at him in the night. a reminder to himself that things weren’t the same anymore.

—irritable roomie!suguru teaches you a lesson

MDNI, 18+

cw: spanking, pain, intercourse, p in v, rough

suguru’s got you on your hands and knees, bent over in a doggy position while he’s behind. your pajama shorts and panties are pulled down just enough to reveal the soft flesh of your bottom.

he takes a long look, relishing in the control he has over you right now. his left hand holds both of your wrists together tightly.

“you remember what i said? ten slaps. one for each time you’ve annoyed me today.”

a muffled “yes,” comes from your end where your face is stuffed into the pillow, both out of embarrassment and arousal.

suguru’s your roommate. or was, after this, who knows what you’ll be.

as his roommate, you made it your daily mission to piss him off because he’s so easy to ragebait. and you love that!

until he finally snapped and you’re forced to take punishment.

he almost loses himself, the way you’re already pathetically whimpering, the sight of your bare ass. it’s almost too much for him.

“one,” he growls, hand snapping down against your skin. “that’s for being a goddamn pain in my ass all day.”

another one follows quickly after, this time to your right cheek. “two. for acting like you don’t want this when we both know you do.”

your whimpers only encourage him, his grip tightening on your hip as he leans down to whisper in your ear, “and you’re gonna take every last one, naughty girl, until you learn.”

by the fifth slap, your hips are bucking against his clothed crotch, puffy folds pleading to be dealt with. you love it, he can tell. and he loves that you’re enjoying it. he loooves having you so submissive for once, vulnerable and begging for more.

“greedy girl,” he teases. “can’t even take five little smacks without demanding more.”

another smack, harder this time. “four more to go? can you handle it?”

your head turns to look back at him, nodding as tears brim at your eyes. you wriggle your fingers but he tightens his grip around your wrists.

“you’re a good girl,” he mutters, voice lowered and rough. “you’re taking your punishment so well.”

suguru lifts his hand again, bringing it back down onto your skin “three more.”

he doesn’t hold back for the last three. with every smack of his hand, he pours his irritation into it. it’s an almost twisted release for him— watching you squirm underneath him, seeing the red marks on your skin.

his hand stills on your cheek after the tenth slap, slowly rubbing the now hot skin. no skin on your ass is spared, it’s filled with his red hand prints.

even after that, you still egg him on. you push your ass against his crotch again, wiggling your bottom. turning your head back you give him an innocent smile.

“i’ve been a good girl, i took my punishment without complaining. will you give me a reward now?”

suguru’s torn between wanting to laugh and wanting to lose control. it’s like you know exactly what buttons to push, and he knows you’re doing it on purpose despite your innocent tone.

“you want a reward?” his finger traces around the area, admiring his work. “what makes you think you deserve it after teasing me all day?”

another pitiful whine from you and his eyes travel down to your glistening folds. the leaking slick is enough to make him lose all sense of control. “i can’t help it suguu..”

“you’re such a fucking brat,” his hand released the hold on your wrists to grab a fistful of your hair and bring your head back.

you’re practically melting by the time he finally buries deep into your aching pussy. the sensation sending ripples of pleasure through your body.

your moans hit him like a shockwave, so needy and raw. he’s trying hard not to cum so quickly but you’re just so tight around him. hot and slick, continuously dripping like a faucet.

“you like this baby? hmm?” his hands grip tighter around your hips, surely leaving bruises by tomorrow. “this what you were begging for huh?”

the thrusts are harder than you expected, making you struggle to verbalize yourself so you only nod, hands knotted around the sheets.

god he wish he could paint a picture and keep this forever. he loves it— the power he has over you. he can’t get enough of you, the sounds you make, the way you react so well to his touch.

just when you thought it couldn’t get any rougher, his nails dig into your skin as he pulls you back to push in deeper, his leaking tip kissing your cervix. the budge in your stomach grows bigger the more he slams into you.

with a loud “fuuuuuckkkk,” his cock twitches, releasing ropes of thick fluid inside. and he doesn’t pull out until he’s 100% sure he’s empty everything.

fwb!suguru refuses to be vulnerable with you pt2 final. pt1 here

—art by mochida813 on twt!

you promised you would get over him. over his stupid perfect face, that incredibly charming smile, the way he’d say your name softly like it was secret just between you two. but damn was it hard. you had gotten so used to collapsing into his arms whenever he called, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

suguru always claimed it was nothing more. but the memories were stuck on repeat. he’d pull you close, arm draped around your waist while his nose buried deep into your neck.

“you’re so pretty baby,” he’d whispered into your ear, like a prayer while leaving small kisses. suguru melted around you, clinging like a baby koala. and you’d hold him like he was the only thing that mattered. some nights you’d get ready to leave but he would hold on to your wrist lightly, tugging you back, “don’t go yet, please baby.”

but it clearly meant nothing to him. he would never love you back. to him, you were only a source of comfort. for a while you pretended to be okay with that but eventually it became clear you felt more.

three weeks passed, the longest you’ve been without him at night. it’s been hard to sleep, hard to eat. you grieved a man who was still alive.

every time your phone screen lit up, you jump to grab it in hopes it was suguru but it was never him. your finger hovered over the call button so many times, much like tonight.

the song you both loved shuffled on while you were reading a book making you freeze, eyes drifting to your phone. you could practically hear suguru’s voice singing along.

the screen illuminated your face with the picture of his contact staring back at you, almost taunting. you missed him so much. were you a fool? absolutely. but only a fool for him.

it’s late, he wouldn’t pick up. knowing him, he probably found a new girl by now. she was probably curled up in your space while he whispered sweet nothings in her ear.

your mind and heart debated, struggled to fight for dominance until you ultimately chucked your phone across the bed. life is better without him, you’re sure of it.

ding!

the doorbell chimes throughout the empty apartment. it’s almost 11, who has the nerve to bother you this late?

with a grumble you throw your legs over the bed and shuffle towards the door. the doorbell rings again, then for a third time.

“i’m coming! relax!” you shout.

it could be your mom with an emergency, or your friend. anyone but the person who broke your heart.

you stand corrected.

suguru tries to stand nonchalantly against your door frame. as if he hadn’t just drove twenty minutes to your place at night on a random tuesday.

“about time.” his voice. his pretty, honey-like voice.

your fingers tremble at your sides, fighting to reach out to wrap around his body. the very man you loathe but loved was just here at your door after three weeks of no-contact.

“gonna let me in or what?” he passes you before you can reply.

he looks so foreign in your cozy home. his dark clothes and height dulls out your home as he stands in the middle, looking around.

as if an instinct, your legs are taking you to him. arms wrapping around his waist, your head hitting with his chest with a soft thud.

for a moment suguru stands still, arms frozen in the air as he debates but his arms join you soon after. his chin rests atop your head. this feels right. you feel right.

“i’ve missed you,” you can hear the small crack in his voice.

silence…then, “and i love you. more than you’ll ever know. i never wanted to admit it but dammit i love you. iloveyouiloveyou. i. love. you.”