#x femreader

“Bet what?” Gojo places his arm around the shorter man, pulling him real up and close and personal,”Welll, me and Sugu were thinking we could have a fair way to really see if she’s as desperate as you say.” While Gojo doesn’t wholeheartedly believe everything he was saying about you, he could agree that you did seem desperate in a sense. Not to the degree Noaya was going on about, but there was an air about you that screamed “I’ve never had a boyfriend!”

“How would that work?” Geto chimes in,” Me and Gojo would pursue her, laying it on her as thick as we can and seeing if it works or not.” Noaya raises his hands in confusion,” What could I possibly get out of that?”

Gojo pipes out,”If we can’t do it you’ll have bragging rights anddd me and Suguru both owe you a separate favor. Anything you could possibly want.” Just hearing the words bragging rights had Noaya’s massive ego hooked—plus a favor from each of them! That’s all he needed to hear. “If we win you have to do whatever we say for a whole week.”

It was risky with how charming and popular the dynamic duo really are. Geto is praised for his elegant demeanor paired with his tactful mind, funny yet kind personality, and leader qualities that gave him connections with people nobody wanted to get on the bad side of. And Gojo was profoundly rich, having multiple ties with Jujitsu tech University, known for his goofy yet kind personality, and had a hidden strength no one else could ever compare to. Not to mention they both were devastatingly good looking, a fact even a prideful man like Noaya couldn’t ignore.

That’s why it was important to have something over their heads for a change, if things went Noaya’s way he could finally rise above them. “Alright then, it’s a bet but you only have a month to do it.” He sticks both hands out, motioning for them to shake it. They do, smiling with cruelty.

They knew as they sealed the deal it wasn’t a fair bargain. They knew the power they had over others, knew how easily they sway anyone. This wasn’t a bet, it was simply a fortune for what’s to come.

They release their hands from the hold already gazing at you but you’re no longer alone. You’re conversing with Shoko, the interaction is albeit short, it ending with you handing a silver laptop to their friend. And before they could process it you’re gone, lost in the ocean of people. Noaya chuckles,”Oops, look like you both lost her. Good luck with finding her again.”

Geto puts his cockiness back in check,”We could just ask Shoko how she knows her. C’mon Toru ,” he motions for him,”let’s go find out about our mystery girl.” Gojo follows behind but not without him sticking his tongue out at Noaya,”Get ready to loseeee.” He taunts sing song.

Noaya grumbles a whatever that falls on deaf ears.

Geto and Gojo easily meet paths with Shoko, but not without being stopped by people in the crowd, bombarded with hellos or future invitations to upcoming parties. She sighs at just seeing them in her eyesight,”What are you two scheming?” Gojo whines, draping his much bigger body onto Shokos,”Don’t be so mean, can’t friends say hello just cause?”

She gives a pointed look at Geto, knowing he’ll give the real honest answer. “We were wondering who that girl you were talking to was.” She huffs, pushing Gojo off of her. Her clean and polished fingertips grab a stray cigarette from her pocket, leering at Geto expectantly. Wordlessly, he pulls the lighter he purely owns because of Shoko’s habit out from the confines of his baggy pants, extending it and then igniting the smoke for her.

She takes a drag from it before she speaks, “She’s my roommate. What do you two want with her?” She’s holding the cigarette between her pointer and index finger, her tired eyes picking up on the hijinks they’re planning to get up to. That was just perfect. Their target just happens to be rooming with one of their closest companions, what are the odds of that? The chances of Noaya even winning the bet just got even slimmer.

“A little game me and Sugu are playing.” Gojo exclaims excitedly. “Gosh, you both are terrible,” she takes another inhale of the smoke before exhaling,”she’s really nice and she doesn’t get into trouble so why are you dragging her in your bullshit?”

Geto replies matter of factly, like planning to play mind games with a innocent stranger is completely normal behavior. “We’re not going to hurt her or anything, we’re just curious about something.” Shoko perks her eyebrow,”And that is?”

“We’re just wondering how much she’ll like me and Toru.” A half truth. One that doesn’t even go to the extent of what they’re plotting already. “Is this one of your stupid bets again? You two really need to grow up.” Gojo snaps his fingers, his pointers sticking straight at Shoko,”Bingo! But jeezzz Shoko you don’t have to be so mean and put us down like that.”

Shoko gives a directed glare towards the man pointing at her,”Quit that.” Gojo quickly purses out his bottom lip but obeys, slowly lowering down his hands. She then turns her attention back onto his counterpart, peering at him with an unreadable expression.

Sighing, she plucks the cigarette from her mouth,”I’m not going to tell you what to do or anything. Just don’t disrupt my studies, I can’t cheat again or else my ass is in hot water. “ Gojo perks up,”So that means you’ll help us?” She tuts,”As if I’d get wrapped up in your antics.” Her brown eyes give him a shady once over, looking up and down at his lanky demeanor.

“What do ya mean myy antics? Sugurus doing it too!” Gojo protests. Gojo’s no stranger to this happening to him, even with little things they always equally did, he’d always receive the brunt of the blame. It’s like no one else sees Geto is just as equally responsible for the shenanigans they both do. They’re essentially cut from the same cloth, Gojo just happens to be more vocal about it.

Yet again, Shoko ignores his words, choosing instead to speak directly to Geto. “I won’t help but I won’t stop you, no matter what I think. Just…”she pauses, searching for her words gently,”don’t do anything too crazy. Like I said she’s really nice and kind of a shut in even by my standards.”

The raven haired man grins reassuringly,”We won’t do anything we can’t come back from.” It’s a truth. A truth because truly with the way they’re positioned in life there isn’t anything they couldn’t bounce back from.

Shoko hums in response, tucking her retrieved laptop under her arm. “Alright then, I’ll believe you.” She huffs smoke in their faces as she warns the plotting pair,”You better not be a pain in my ass later.” She waves coolly to them, her lips pressed rigidly on the ciggy.

Gojo gingerly mirrors the wave, exclaiming,”We wouldn’t even dream of that.” She scoffs, amused by his words because the duo were always a pain in her ass one way or another. Geto is more calm with his goodbye,”See you later.” She nods in recognition before walking into the crowd of people, a cloud of murky gray surrounding her as she makes her exit.

Geto watches her leave with a devious glint in his eyes, something Gojo quickly picks up on. “You already have something in mind?” He asks, already knowing the answer. “Of course I do.”

Gojo grins at this, excitement already coursing through his veins. It’s been awhile since he’s seen that look in his friend’s optics.

This was gonna be fun.

𝙋𝙃𝘼𝙎𝙀 𝙊𝙉𝙀:𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙈𝙀𝙀𝙏 𝘾𝙐𝙏𝙀

It was calculated, it had to be. Gojo’s not very fond of plans or abiding by rules, however this had to be perfect.

It had all began when he did some poking around and found you frequented the campus’s library With pestering(bribing) Shoko he finally got vital information about your whereabouts. So much for her not helping.

Tuesdays and Wednesdays you went to the campus cafe.

Monday, Thursday, and Friday were all spent at the library after your lectures.

And you worked part time at a bakery next door to the Campus, the days ranging from Saturday to Wednesday.

His informant told him you go alone all the time. Flawless,for his planned execution, he would make sure this interaction would have his target eating from the palm of his hand.

He sits back on the cushioned chair, his blue eyes closing in thought. He wonders what you’d sound like. You didn’t look like much when he saw a glimpse of you at the party, he recalls you appearing to have just rolled out of bed, uncaring about your perception. He wonders if you know about him…it’s impossible not to in all honesty. Gojo and his peer have been well know since their arrival at the University. There was never any silence when his name was brought up—there’s always something to say about him.

He opens one of his eyes, his optics catching a peek of a hurried woman walking past him. He follows her rushed step with tilts of his head, the motions stopping once he caught sight of her face. It was you.

It’s a Thursday after all. Gojo’s glad he didn’t have to wait in this stuffy library for too long. His eyes take in every detail he can about you, your hurried breathes, the pant-leg of your sweats being raised higher than the other, your anxious expression.

You walk over to the librarian, nervously playing with your fingers behind your back. You look frantic, almost like you’re about to cry. Gojo decides now’s his chance. He easily saunters over, a smile painting his handsome features.

“Hey, what’s going on here?” Finally, for the first time since he’s saw you he gets to see your face directly. Your face is comprised with softness, all your features complement the others, from your trembling lips to your ample cheeks that remind Gojo of a chipmunk. And your glossy orbs pull him in, something about them being gravitational.

“I’m sorry if I was making a scene—I just don’t understand what’s going on.” You turn your attention back onto the librarian who’s giving you a stern look. “I always return my books on time. I don’t understand this fee! I can’t afford something so high!” Gojo finally sees the receipt like paper in your hand, the hand you’re clenching so hard he could see the whites of your knuckles.

“The system doesn’t lie ma’am. The fee has to be paid for or you’ll be banned from the library.” The librarians voice is absolute and final. She wouldn’t listen to any of your begs and pleas. As he watches the interaction Gojo begins to recall Geto saying he’d make perfect conditions for them to slither their way into your life. It’s dawning on him that now this is the conditions Geto made for them. Sly fox, forcing you in a panicked state.

Later he’ll ask him how he managed to bribe the librarian but for now he needs to take this opportunity. “But 200 dollars?! I can’t pay that right now.” Your voice is pleading, the vocal cords crying for you before you could get the impending water works going. Gojo leans in real close to you, making sure you experience the brush of his lithe fingers on your lower back. “I can pay it.” He says calmly.

For a moment you don’t humor him, your attention still on the librarian. But he makes himself known as he shuffles in his pocket for his wallet. “What? No—No. I can handle this. Please don’t waste your money on my problems.” He scoffs internally, questioning you in his head. You’re in no place to decline any favors. Yet, here you are, hands raised up in frantic defiance, utterance laced with embarrassment.

“No really, I can pay. The faster this ends the faster I can check out my book.” It’s a lie, one that doesn’t have evidence to back it up, as Gojo’s hands are free from holding any literary piece. But it worked to stop your fervent denial, maybe it was your worried state or lack of observational skills, whatever it may be Gojo’s just glad you didn’t point out the absence of said book.

“I’m sorry for being in your way. But you absolutely cannot do that. I don’t even know you and you can’t waste your money on strangers.” Okay this wasn’t going to work. Him playing a good samaritan would be fruitless if you just denied every time. He has to go with a different approach.

“Okay then, I understand. But would it be too much to ask if I could just check out really quick?” You smile assuredly,”Yes! M’sorry.” You park yourself to the side,allowing the tall man to move up to front of the desk. He doesn’t pull a book from his back, instead his wallet, then his premium credit card that makes a beeping sound as he swipes it thoughtlessly.

You have no room for protests because it’s too late for any of that once you notice what he did. Your mouth is agape and Gojo almost reaches to close it himself but he restrains his urge. You glance at the librarian and then him, then the librarian again, and at last you fix your gaze on him. “Why..,”your voice trails on with disbelief,”w-why’d you do that?”

He shrugs,”Why wouldn’t I do that?” His tone is full of calmness, as if spending 200 dollars on a complete stranger is perfectly normal. Gojo can tell there’s thousands of thoughts that race through your mind. Your mouth opens and closes before you pick the one you verbally want to express. “You shouldn’t have done that. I-I don’t even know what to say.”

“I’ll tell you what, you owe me now.” The man can tell this what you feared that came with his seemingly kind offer. “Owe you? But I didn’t even ask for you to do this.” Your nose is scrunched up in confusion, something Gojo notes as cute. Your hands reach in the compartments of your sweats, searching for the little stray cash you have in there.

You pull out a measly five dollars which Gojo has to prevent himself from laughing at. “I don’t want your money. I want something else.” Again your face scrunches in worried curiosity, your lips forming in a thin line as you await his next words. “Chill outttt, m’ not gonna ask for anything weird.” His hand reaches out for your shoulder, his large hand almost swallowing it. “Damn loosen up, you’re so tense..” he mumbles, which then follows up with soft laughter.

“T-Then what do you want?” You’re frightened and confused, your face beaming your emotions with such truth. He’s glad you’re this easy to shake up, this really would be fun if you keep responding like that. “I see you at that bakery, the one by campus.” He likes the way you drink up his words, appearing to be holding onto every single syllable he’s saying. Shoko wasn’t fibbing when she said you’re a shut in, Gojo feels like any sociable person would respond differently. But you’re so responsive…so accepting of this. It’s addicting to the man already and he’s only just made your acquaintance. He supposes new people don’t talk to you often.

“I like it there and was wondering if I could a bring a friend and have a meal on the house.” Instantly your expression softens by tenfold and your lips finally show their true shape once more. With the worry melted away from your face you say,”Oh my gosh, I was worried for a second. But um,yeah I can give you and your friend a free meal. Two free meals if you’d like. You really helped me out right now.” He bets you feel so special right now. Being noticed by a stranger who paid off your debt, you’re probably swooning. As long as you felt special this would be a walk in the park.

“Perfect! I’ll give you my number so you know when I’m coming.” Your face washes with confusion. Why would you need his number when he could just walk in? It quickly goes away though as he asks for your phone. He takes note of that but doesn’t worry too much about it because you obey and hand him your unlocked device.

While he gives you your phone back,your eyes glance at the contact name he put himself under,”Toru.” “What’s your name so I know what to put you under when you text me?” You say your name and as you do so you notice he already texted himself from your phone. Odd.

“I can’t wait to see you again…,” he practically purrs your name, his singsong voice making sure to drip with affection. “We’re totally friends now.” He watches as your expression mixes in with a new flustered warmth that heats up your entire body. Poor little shut in, can’t handle meeting new people. How cute.

He smiles wide at this, expression leaking with cockiness. He’s got you.

Hook.

Line.

And sinker.

“You wanna know the funniest part Sugu?” Said man, hums in response. “She totally didn’t even fight me. She just let it happen! Can you believe that?” Geto chuckles,”So she’s as socially inept as I thought.”

Gojo scoffs, leaning back in his seat as he rests his hand behind his head,”Ohhhh for sure! She speaks so…awkwardly? I think that’s the best way I could put it.” Geto leans in,”Is that so? How’d she look when she saw the fee? Was she about to cry?” His voice is ridden with faux sympathy. “She literally was on the brink of tears when I walked over. It was crazy—Say, how’d you even get that to happen with the librarian? She was playing into her role sooo good.”

“Easy, I just reminded her who got her hired here.That’s all I needed to do.” The white haired man gasps,”You didn’t tell me you got her hired? How’d you do that?” Geto raises a brow,”Do I have to tell you everything I’m up to?” Without hesitation Gojo nods with passion,”Of course you do! Best friends, remember?”

Geto huffs an amused chuckle” I still won’t tell you. It’s good to have some mystery.” Gojo rolls his eyes and folds his arms across his built chest,”Whatever…I didn’t really wanna know anyway.” Geto smiles, that same close eyed grin he often does whenever he’s around Gojo. “Have you texted her, yet?” Gojo shakes his mop of hair,”No, I wanted to surprise her that I came.”

It’d been a week since Gojo had encountered you. You had texted him a couple times, nothing major but he never jumped to answer you, despite his excitement. Anything he could do to feign closeness with you he would do. He had to leave you hanging sometimes,otherwise you wouldn’t come back for more.

“Does she know about you? About us?” Geto clarifies. “Mmm,I think soo. When she saw me I don’t think she recognized me. But she texted me if my full name was Gojo Satoru and when I said yeah she totally flipped out. So I guess she’ll for sure know who you are once she sees you.”

Geto can’t help but think that a recluse like you still hears new around school. That’d be useful for the future. “I have to admit, I’m kind of excited to meet her. The way you describe her is so entertaining.”

The white haired man is about to begin his sentence but he hears the dinging of the opened door and his eyes quickly meet yours. This is the nicest he’s ever seen you dressed. Wearing some slacks muchhh more form fitting compared to your baggy sweats,paired with a t shirt that had the logo of the bakery plastered all over it. Who knew someone could look immensely better in their work uniform?

Your face goes through a variant of emotions—shock,surprise,recognition, and then finally your mouth etches into a meek smile, one where your upper lip is swallowed by the bottom. “Hey! Come over here! I want you to meet my friend.” Gojo’s hand motions for you to walk, and you comply. You’re fiddling with your fingers as you stand above the two men. “This is Suguru Geto.” He pulls the man next to him in a one armed embrace, almost like he’s a kid showing off his prized possession. Geto doesn’t object to the affection, instead he deepens it by slugging his own arm around him.

Geto holds in a chuckle when he sees you fight back a physical reaction when he gazes into your eyes. You quickly pull away from the contact, eyes rolling down to look at your scuffed up shoes. He fights the urge to tell you to look at him. Barely,but he does. “And you are?” His voice is like honey,deep and seasoned with this twang that is so calming. You say your name quickly, as if you were trying to get this interaction over with before you damn near explode from hot embarrassment.

“Satoru has told me so much about you. He seems to really like you.” Geto eats up the way you tense at his words. This would be a piece of cake. He’d have you wrapped around their finger in no time. “Oh t-that’s so nice! Thank you Gojo.” You briefly look up from your shoes to maintain a glance to Gojo, only to break it once he looks at you. “Call me Satoru..I told you we’re already friends. Geez, you’re so shy.” He teases you lightly at the end, a smirk forming when you shrink into yourself.

“Right, m’sorry. I’m not used to making friends so easily. I’ll remember that…” your voice softens as you shyly say,”Satoru.” The man who you addressed fights back a nasty blush he feels blooming, did you have to say his name so desperately? Geto piggybacks off his friend’s statement,”And you can call me Suguru, any friend of Satoru is a friend of mine.”

“Okay then, Suguru. It’s nice to meet you.” You smile and look at the pair. And your expression is damn near puppies wearing Halloween costumes level of cuteness. Suguru is beginning to understand about what Gojo was saying, you’re very easily accepting. Probably because you’d like to fit in. How far would you be willing to go to please your “friends”? This was gonna be good. Geto fights back a smirk that wants to paint his clean cut face. You were so exciting. What would be the mark of true desperation for you?

“Welll umm I gotta clock in. I’ll be sure to give you guys your free meals as soon as I get my stuff ready.” You politely nod your head before you start walking away to the counter, then disappear into stations blind to the customers eyes. Geto hums as you leave,”I don’t see what Noaya was talking about.” Gojo looks at him as he pulls away from the embrace,”What do ya mean?” He hums once more, thoughtfully,”I’m saying I’d fuck her. She’s real cute.”

“Ohhhhh—that’s what you meant! But I’d fuck her too. You think she’s been fucked before?” Gojo asks excitedly,his lengthy fingers drawing little imaginary doodles onto the table. “Oh no, not a shot she has. You can just tell by the way she clams up when we look at her.” His counterpart grows a wide grin on his face,”What if we change the bet up a bit..” Geto’s interest is instantly peaked,”How so?”

“What if we add in taking her virginity in there too? It’d be a lil more challenging and I know Noaya is already sweating bullets because he knows he’ll lose.”

“That weirdo will probably want proof if we do that.”

Gojo leans forward excitedly,”Then we’ll get proof.” His teeth glittering with mischief as he makes a gesture towards his phone that’s resting a top the rounded table. Geto’s visage is coated with amusement,”I like the way you’re thinking’ Toru.”

“I know I’m so brilliant,huh?” He goofily pushes his hair back, flexing his mass of biceps as he does so. Geto fights back a chuckle he won’t reward Gojo with. Instead he says,”Lemme call Noaya, see what he thinks.” It didn’t really matter what Noaya thought, they’d do it anyway. But maybe if they throw this in he’ll sweeten the deal a bit more.

Gojo nods, watching as Geto pulls out his phone from his baggy pants. He pays no mind to the call, his eyes remaining on your moving figure now clad in a black apron. He observes the way you dutifully make and serve your customers order, hidden behind the person by the cash register. He’s only seen you two times so far but he has to admit he agrees with Geto, you are real cute. Without the clothes that swallow your plush frame whole and with more sleep, you’re damn near hard not to ogle.

He’s tells himself that’s it good to get himself to be more fond of you,that’s all this could be to him. You were an experience to him, a game,nothing but a mere source of entertainment to him. He has to remind himself of this when you rush over to the table,whispering after you notice Geto’s still on the phone. You barely have to bend over as you whisper in his ear,”Quick,what do you and him want?” Gojo feels his lips curl upwards,”You don’t have to whisper,the phone call isn’t important. But I’d like the stuffed waffles with ice cream inside and ouuu extra extraaaaa whipped cream on mine. Oh and a stack of birthday cake pancakes.”

Your mouth widens in shock,just to close it as quickly as it opened. He sure has a sweet tooth. Still whispering you say,”Is that just for youuu or?” Gojo nonchalantly remarks,” Oh yeah, that’s for me. Mmm he likes anything rich and not too sweet—weird I know, but if you know anything like that on your menu he’d want that.” You nod dutifully,”Okay Go—Saturo. I’ll be back as soon as I can with that.”

Geto gets off the phone as soon as you saunter off to make the orders. With a curious brow he says,”Not that important,huh?” Gojo shrugs,”It’s just Noaya. Anyway what’d he say?” Geto buzzes with contentment,”He totally accepted it. I couldn’t say much at the end because..,”he tilts his head in your busy direction,”but he was really eager. And he did ask for proof after we’ve done it.”

“Figures. What made him bite?” The former replies with an amused grin,”I said I’d give him a little pr if we couldn’t do it. I almost feel bad for him, he’ll be at our beck and call for two weeks once we win.” Gojo’s overcame with glee,”Ohhh you upped it? Have I ever told you you’re a genius ‘Guru?” Geto replies,”Maybe once or twice.”

With a foxy grin on Geto’s face, he turns his attention to you, hooded eyes gawking at you in wonder. What would you bring to him? And would he tease you about it if you got his tastes wrong? Decisions, decisions. You’re very entertaining to him. Something about your seemingly awkward demeanor had him wondering what’d you look like when you can’t take attention on you anymore. Was there more to you? Or are you just a meek little thing? He couldn’t wait to find out.

“You stare at her any longer she might have holes in her before she even brings our food.” A teasing voice says. Geto rolls his eyes, resting his head on his palm,”You’re not one who should talk. I saw you staring much longer than I was.” Gojo pouts,”But I’m so discreet when I do it!”

Geto barks out a cackle,”Your eyes are practically neon blue. I don’t want to hear anything about discreetness from you.” Gojo recoils, gasping in feigned hurt,”How dare you! My eyes are my most complimented feature, thank you very much.” Geto motions his eyes up and down Gojo faces, lips forming in a disgusted scowl. Wordlessly judging the man. “Don’t look at me like that! Learn how to control your face.”

With a coy grin on his mug he says,” I don’t know what you’re talking about.” His face is now still, void of any emotion. Gojo huffs,”Switched up because you know I’m right.” He mumbles out the side of his mouth. Before Geto could smartly reply you’re there before him, standing there with three plates in your hands.

“I didn’t know what you would want Suguru but I got you tiramisu shortbread cookies, they’re not really on the sweet side.” You look nervous as you speak something the man you spoke to eats up. “That sounds delicious, thank you.” You place it in front of him, offering a small simper as you do. “And hereee you go, let me know if you want water to wash down all that sugar.” You place Gojo’s hefty plates of sweetness down, holding back an endeared laugh as you his eyes literally glisten with excitement.

“This looks so yummy! Did ya make it yourself?” He’s already digging in, avid hands cutting into his stack of pancakes with silverware that look small in his hold. Shyly you say,”Some of it. It would take too long to make everything from order.” You’re too humble, Geto thinks. As he observed you he saw you making most of their food with a thoughtfulness one couldn’t help but admire.

“Mmm, then I’ll make sure I’ll savor every last bite. You should totally come over to me and ‘Sugu’s house so you could teach me how to make these delicious pancakes.” Your eyes widen in shock, fingers playing with each other nervously. Are people always so accommodating? Since you arrived to university two years ago, people didn’t really talk to you so comfortably or friendly. You’ve made numerous efforts to make friends but you never make the cut once they venture off and make more. The only real friend you could almost confidently say is fond of you is Shoko. But she doesn’t really talk to you as much as she used to.

So maybe that’s why you shakily agree to Gojo’s offer,”Okay, I could teach you but no promises that I’m good at giving instructions.” Maybe you wouldn’t have if you weren’t so lonely. If you weren’t hungry for a genuine friendship. But you wanted to be like everyone else. But through your blind want, you miss the gaze the two men share, coated in deviousness.

“Perfect, you can come over tomorrow! Maybe we could watch a movie while we eat our hard work.” Gojo suggestion makes you clam up more yet you find yourself agreeing before you could really think. “I’ll pick the movie. You like horror movies?” With his gaze scrutinizing your reaction, your fidgeting grows even more apparent. “Umm I don’t like to watch them alone.” You’re always alone though. Something you hoped they couldn’t pick up on.

“You won’t be alone. You’ll be in good company.” Geto’s voice is like an alluring purr, one you can’t force yourself to defy. “Okay, that sounds good. I gotta head back to work, I hope you’ll enjoy your food.” You offer a rigid wave that they both return, fighting their mirth at the small action.

When you’re out of ear shot Geto gives his companion a proud look. “Good thinking with the house idea. I think that’ll get her closer to us.” With the new incentive on the table Geto couldn’t take the plan as slow and methodical as he would enjoy. You had to get attached to them as quickly as possible so they could complete the task at hand and then go about their business. It shouldn’t be difficult, you seem to have such a hard time not pleasing them. And unfortunately Gojo wasted a week of the short month they’ve been given to complete. Leaving him to work with a time frame of a measly three weeks.

With a mouthful of desserts stuffed in his mouth Gojo asks,”You think that’ll work? She doesn’t even really know you yet. I know she already likes me.” Geto reaches for the plate, taking a bite of the cookies that perfectly suited his tastes,” I got a plan. I’ll grow on her.” Gojo shrugs, trusting his friend. “Alright, I’ll leave you to it.”

They begin eating, though their eyes are not staring at the food, instead they’re resting on every movement you do. It’s like you’re their personal tv, the show to go with their meal. They’ll make comments here and there, discussing little things you do that they find entertaining.

Before they know it their food is completed. Gojo brings a satisfied hand to his belly,”Man I’m stuffed. You really should’ve tried some, it was so good!” Geto leans back, wiping any evidence of the cookies off his face,”No thanks. I like to keep my trips to the dentist at a minimum Toru.”

“Whatever, you’re totally missing out.” Geto answers,”If you say so..but anyhow give me her number.” Gojo picks up his phone from the table and already begins typing the in digits,”You’re gonna text her when we leave?” With a ding from Geto’s phone, he gazes at the notification with a smile,”Something like that. I’m going to walk her to her dorm. “ Gojo hums,”Think she’ll let you?”

Geto scoffs,”Of course she will. And if not I think I’m very convincing.” Gojo shrugs,”Alrighttt well let me know what you’re going to do, I gotta head out before my lecture starts.”

“As if you’re not always late.” Geto says, cheekily. “Hey! I’m trying to get better and my professor totally doesn’t like me. I think I should get him fired as soon as I can.” The black haired man smiles,”If that’s in your best interest do it. But if you really have to go that lecture, it’s already eight o clock, so you’re already late.”

Gojo jumps up, gawking at his phone to make sure it’s true and unfortunately it is. “Shit…I gotta go. Bye!” Gojo stands up urgently and rushes out the glass door, halting once he didn’t say his bye to you,”Bye thank you so much for the yummy food! Can’t wait to see ya tomorrow!” Your head snaps at the mans loud voice and you just reply with a wide smile and a polite nod. Geto’s goodbye mirrors your own, a wordless one.

Once Gojo’s presence is no longer Geto pounces. He stalks over to your station and motions with his finger for you to come to the front. With a few glances from your coworker working the cash register you hesitantly step up to speak to him. “Umm, yes?”

“It’s getting late, and Gojo had to leave so I was wondering if I could walk you to your dorm?” His voice is honeyed, kind and tranquil in way that ignites something deep in your belly. “I don’t get off until twelve, I’d hate for you to waste time waiting for me.” It was strange and abnormal with how friendly they were being. You’ve never had people be so kind to you well…ever. It feels like there’s something underlying you can’t quite put your finger on.

But then again, that longing for friendship. That want for companionship like your peers dipped into your heart and not your brain. Why not have hope that two of the campuses hottest men want to be your friend? “I have nothing better to do..besides I want to get to know you more.” Your lips form into a thoughtful thin line,”I—,” you want to begin but Geto’s eyes are peering into yours in a way that has you questioning your words,”umm I don’t know.”

Geto’s expression oozes this smug all knowing feeling. His smile still remains polite but it’s more strained,”I’ll be here when you make up your mind.” He already knew what your answer was going to be. It would be a resounding yes because Geto is almost too perceptive for his own good.

That’s why when you hesitantly call his name he has to feign surprise. “U-Um actually I’d like that.” He nods and gives you smirk that causes butterflies to rumble in the wake of your lower belly. You get that feeling he could tell you weren’t going to say no to him.

But you don’t dwell on that—work was too busy for that. As you carry out your mandated tasks you can’t help but feel watched. So much so that occasionally you crane your head facing the customers and every time you do there’s no one’s observing gaze.

You tell yourself you’re overthinking and being just a tad more self conscious than usual. You were always aware that people gawked at you—either for your plump demeanor or ill dressed body that you always dressed in comfy clothes no matter the occasion. Many people often assumed you didn’t take care of yourself because of that and to a certain extent you, yourself wouldn’t be able to tell them they’re incorrect. It had started because of insecurity at first—to cover the fat of your belly and the way it pokes out, to hide the thickness of your arms when you turned to the side, to shield the dimples and marks that stretch all over your body. But as you reached adulthood it was just because you couldn’t be bothered.

Insecurity melted away when you met reality. Sure,some people would make crude comments but that’s how life is unfortunately. Your body couldn’t be of any of your concern when you were more worried about your college experience wasting away in front of you. Girls that were more popular than you in high school always said you’d find boys that would worship you like they worshipped them when you went off to college—that would come along with finding friends that would be tried and true to you. Yet, here you are. In your second year of university and basically friendless. A kiss-less virgin that hadn’t even been asked out on a date before.

Pathetic. This feeling you would nurse everyday by consuming yourself within your favorite hobbies. Hobbies that revolved around you being fawned over by unreal men—otome games, visual novels, the works to fill that hole of your mundane life. Your contentment didn’t come from a real boyfriend coddling you and loving the way you wanted. Your happiness didn’t come from friends that wanted to hang out with you. It came from all things fictional, an unfortunate thing for the many innocent and…less than pure thoughts you had haunting your craving mind.

Maybe that’s why your heart soars when you still see Geto sitting handsomely at the table, awaiting for you to be done with your shift. When you walk over to him his eyes are as enchanting as ever. “Is your shift over?” He asks. “Yeah, I tried to hurry and change as fast as I could. Didn’t wanna keep you waiting any longer.” The sentence fuels Geto’s pride—you didn’t wanna keep him waiting any longer. How cute.

“It’s okay, I didn’t mind the wait. Should we get going now?” His suggestion sounds more like a command, one you find yourself obediently following when he opens the door for you to walk out. You wish your goodbyes to your coworkers, missing the way they whispered amongst themselves once you had your back facing towards them.

Your face is fanned by the cool breeze of the night, a blissful sigh falling from your lips once you feel the sensation. “Windy night.” You say in an ungainly manner. Cringing inwardly when Geto doesn’t give you a verbal response, only nodding his head in agreement.

The walk begins in silence and the whole time you’re gazing at Geto from the corner of your eye. He’s so collected, much more calmer than Gojo, but he’s just as playful and teasing from what you seen today. His sharp nose is almost hawk like, dipping down into the perfect tip of it. Something about Geto oozes dominance—a quiet one, a predatory one. Perhaps it was his feline like eyes that poured into your entire soul when he stared at you far too long. His features mix and match to forge his handsome face into one intimidating apex beast.

In contrast to his friend, Gojo seemed more open, more friendly and sillier. But you got the same feeling from both of them the longer they gazed at you. At the library you were honored someone so kind would pay for you, especially with the stranger being so well known and handsome. Yet, he looked at you with this gaze that screamed predator, like the kind act he did came with far bigger payment than free food.

The similar gaze Geto is giving you right now. You force your head to the side to avoid how naked and vulnerable his eyes make you feel. You needed to talk, anything to stop him from looking at you like that. So naturally you open your mouth to say,”Umm did those hurt?” His gaze is softer now, less focused, causing a small sigh of relief to briefly leave your mouth. “Did what?” He replied.

You point to your ears, motioning the lobe,”Your gauges.” His gauges were interesting to you because he has no other piercings or body mods. It was simple,clean, just like he appeared to be on the outside. He grabs his dangling lobe,”Not really, it’s been so long since I got them done. I’m not planning on stretching them anymore either.”

You thought his response ended there as you open your mouth to reply but you quickly close it once he asks,”Would you like to touch them?” Geto revels in the way you noticeably fluster at his invitation. “Sure if you don’t mind.” He shakes his head and leans real close to your hand,”Go ahead, it won’t hurt if you tug.”

Your fingers carefully raised to the stretched skin, rolling it between the tips,unaware of the way the man before you watches with glee. You don’t do it for too long, quickly getting embarrassed at the way he unapologetically ogles you. “What’d you think?”

“Feels mushy and really soft. Is it weird that I said that?” He chuckles loudly into the night,”No not at all, I like that description. You know I don’t really let anyone do that, not even Gojo.” You’re tentative in your response, eyes refusing to look at him. Again he fights the urge to tell you to look at him, to stop being so meek. This time it’s harder to bite his tongue. “Really? Why’d you let me?” You begin to feel fluttering in your tummy, trying to ignore the way your body responds to his intimate words.

It was on purpose. He wants to make you seem closer to him than you really are. It’s easier this way, faster too. But the idea wasn’t pre planned because he really doesn’t let anyone touch his ears. “I guess you could say I’m already growing fond of you. “

Your eyes widen and your mouth is bitten between your teeth. You’re already playing with your fingers, a sign of emotional overload that Geto picked up on the first time you did it. He thinks you’re going to ask him why—question the man you only met today, be suspicious of him. And he’s prepared to answer. He came into this knowing you might find him and his accomplice odd.

He’s pleasantly surprised to hear,”I…um..I’m fond of you too.” It’s shy and low, but it didn’t need to be loud, Geto heard it crystal clear. “I’m glad, because I’d also like to be friends with you. Gojo always keeps the good stuff to himself so I hope he won’t mind sharing you.” You gulp, audibly, astounded by his words. He wanted to be your friend, said you’re a good catch, this had to be a fantasy of yours coming true.

“I don’t think he’ll mind. Plenty of people like him a lot—you too though! I know you both are very popular here.” Geto perks up a brow, interested to see where you’re going with this,”Are you not popular yourself?” You snort in genuine laughter,”Oh God noooo, I don’t even think a total of five people from all my classes even know my name. I’m basically a nobody here.” You’re basically a nobody everywhere, but to save face and your ego you don’t say that part aloud. “Why not? You’re really pleasant to be around.”

You laugh again, still greatly tickled,”Look at me,” you gesture your hand up and down your body,”I don’t exactly scream popular material, do I?” And Geto does look at you, examining your untucked shirt, your hair style that looked like it was done in two minutes or less, your face that’s bare of any enhancements to your beauty. You looked different from that night at the party, not as cozy or as homely, but still your appearance lacked effort. Despite your lack of care for your appearance, Geto still thinks you’re real cute.

“I am looking at you and I still don’t see why you wouldn’t be popular.” You roll your eyes,” I appreciate that but there’s no need to soften the blow I get from everyone else. I know who I am in this world and I’ve grown to accept it.” Getos brows furrow,” And who is that?”

You don’t know what to say—invisible, a dud, a flop, a loser. Instead you settle for the much more gentle answer,one that doesn’t make you want to cry,”An underdog. I’m not for everyone, but I know the people I am for will love me to bits.” It’s hopeful and wistful, full of hunger for your desired future.

It almost makes Geto feel bad for doing this. For using you for entertainment—he quickly stops the budding ache of guilt he feels in his heart. Rather, he fuels your hopeful words,”I hope I’m around long enough to be apart of that.” It was sick, his words. It was wrong to give you hope, knowing what he plans to do to you.

But seeing your eyes light up and a charming smile to your lips made him feel a tad better. “I hope so too.” He returns the action, his eyes pulled tight and shut. As heart warmed as you truly felt by his uplifting words, your brain just processed something. How’d he know the exact direction of your dorm?

He never fumbled about or asked where to go not a single time. Quickly, you’re unnerved and your smile forms into a concerned frown. You stop walking completely, backing away from him just in case his kind demeanor was a ploy for something more sinister in store. He easily notices the change in behavior, craning his neck to look at your shaken form.

“What’s wrong?” He walks closer but it’s useless because every time he does you back up an extra three steps. Now you’re about six feet apart, a safe distance to run if needed. “How’d you know where my dorm is?”

He guffaws, clutching on his stomach with one hand, the other waving in a come here motion. “Don’t worry, I’m sorry I should’ve told you before we started walking. I’m friends with Shoko, your roommate.” He regained composure as you stepped closer to him.

You feel hot embarrassment flow down the tips of your ears and neck. God, second hot friend and you’re suspicious of him. Not a good look. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have thought that. But you know some people are…” You voice is faint, like if you speak any louder you’re going to embarrass yourself even more.

“It’s all good, a completely normal concern to have. But c’mon we’re almost there.” He takes hold of your wrist, it’s loose and friendly but it still knocks the air out of you. He’s practically dragging you before you realize you’ve been dragging your feet in a haze. You expected Gojo to be so touchy but not Geto. Maybe they’re more alike than you even thought.

You expected him to let go of you once gained control of your own two legs. He doesn’t. His grasp on you is a constant through the little commute you have left. And he’s so calm about it. Never looking back to see your reaction. His head full of neatly done hair stays positioned in front of him.

You’ve had friends in the past, if one could call them that. Yet, none of them have ever been as friendly as Geto and Gojo. None of your prior friends even paid for a hangout, let alone a 200 fee for you. Nor, did any of them offer to walk you home if it was late. Was this what it really was like when people actually liked you?

“And we’re here.” His voice is like an alarm clock, waking you up from your daze. “Oh, I didn’t even realize. That went by quick.” You pull your key from your pocket and Geto takes note of the little figurines from media you like. That could be useful.

You turn to Geto,”Thank you for even walking me home, you barely know me and you really didn’t have to.” You have the key in, twisting it as you wait for his response. “Yeah of course, I can’t have a pretty lady walking home alone so late.” You see why so many woman fawn over him. Well you saw before because you have a working set of eyes..but now you truly saw the charm that complements his handsome face. He’s a perfect gentleman, at least it seems.

You try not to show how being called pretty by him affects you, but you can just tell he knows by the way his lips curl confidently. “Uh..well, yes, thank you.” The door is now open halfway, the ajar entrance causing the sounds of a tv to bleed out. “Is it okay…,” his eyes scan you as he slowly pieces together his sentence,”if I come in? I have to use your bathroom. It’ll be real quick.”

You open the door wider, nodding hesitantly,”Yeah but please don’t judge I’ve been too tired to pick up lately.” You both enter the door, Geto being the last one in as he closes it behind him. You both are greeted with the sight of Shoko, passed out on the couch with an unlit cigarette between her lips. She was always so tired and you couldn’t blame her, she studied and worked hard. That’s why you never blamed her when she didn’t have to time to hang out with you.

You walk over to her, grabbing a stray blanket on the arm of the furniture and carefully draping it over her. Whispering, you ask,”Do you know where the bathroom is?” He nods before pointing in the direction of the restroom, stating silently he’s going there. You don’t respond, instead focusing your efforts on fixing Shoko’s seemingly painful bent neck. A proud grin forms on your face when you successfully don’t wake her.

You hear the closing of the bathroom door and you’re wondering if he’d be long. You so badly wanted to take a shower as soon as possible. You decide to distract yourself by making something quick and easy to eat. You survey the kitchen cabinets, stopping once you spot your favorite instant meal. It wasn’t nutritious, but it was tasty and filling. When you’re tired from working that’s all that mattered in your books. You hear a distant, shushed voice, and you think Geto may be on the phone. None of your business though, so you don’t dwell on it.

You begin prepping it for the microwave, popping it in as silently as your old device would allow. It would take awhile so you busied yourself by scrolling on your phone. It was mindless and self indulgent, you weren’t in the mood for thinking much. Just as you were really getting into your scrolling Geto is standing before you, quietly. You don’t know how long he’s been standing there but you hope it wasn’t long due to your less than flattering relaxed posture.

“Oh..Geto you surprised me. You’re really light on your feet.” It’s more than a whisper but less than your normal speaking voice. “Did I spook you? Toru always tells me I need a bell when I surprise him like that.”

“I’ll have to agree with him, you’re really quiet. But umm..are you gonna go now?” The question sounds ruder than you intended it but Geto seemingly takes no harm from it. “Yes, I’ll be out of your hair soon. There’s something I wanted to ask you before I left though.”

You perk up as you face way from him, grabbing the hot food from the microwave. “Yes?” Your eyes are waiting, looking at him like he’s the most interesting thing you’ve ever came across. “What do you want with Satoru?” His eyes are dark, no longer that honey brown color that feels welcoming.

Geto hates to admit that he’s fighting visible glee once he sees your confused reaction. You’re so expressive, so obvious about whatever you’re feeling, it’s enthralling. It’s such a shame he’d only get to see you behave like this for a month, but things like this would make up for that short time frame. “I don’t want anything with him..I thought we were beginning to be friends.” You’re greatly lost on the implications his words carried. It’s not like you begged the man to pay for you. He offered, multiple times!

He stalks closer to you, til he’s flush against your stomach. He’s so close you could clearly smell his sandalwood scent. “Are you sure? Many people try to get close to him and I want to make sure you’ll be good to him.” His voice is low, no longer carrying that lightness it usually held. You attempt to back away from him, but the lower of your back is grabbed by his stealthily hand.

He keeps you against him, enjoying the contrast of your plumpness on his leanly defined stomach. You were real cute. Even cuter when you were panicked. “I…,”your eyes are looking all around, searching for anything other than his piercing ones,”wouldn’t do that. I’m not that kind of person.” He coos,”Are you? How are you going to prove that to me?”

Once more you keep your eyes away from him, but this time Geto can’t hold his tongue. He clutches your chin with his thumb and pointer,”It’s rude not to look at people when they’re talking to you, don’t you know that? Look at me.” He gives your chin a gentle tug that has warning strength behind it. A pleased smile graces his lips,”There we go. Now tell me, how are you going to prove that to me?”

Now staring into his eyes you’re forced to look at a desire that you can’t place. You’re shocked,frozen by his sudden shift. He’s calm but not in the relaxing sense anymore. He’s cold, calculated, as if he knows your every move. “I don’t know. Why are you doing this?” He shushes you, rubbing his thumb calmingly on your chin. “I told you why,silly. I have to make sure you’re going to be a good friend to Toru. You know he’s a very sentimental guy—I hate to see my friend hurt again.”

You did want to be Gojo’s friend and Geto’s despite this odd predicament he now put you in. Maybe he was joking..pulling your leg like most friends do. You’d like to believe that but his eyes told another story. Surprisingly, you’re shocked you’re not even more scared. Is it because he’s so handsome? Is it because you crave intimate relationships so badly you don’t care how you get treated? Perhaps it was both.

“I wouldn’t hurt him..I wouldn’t hurt anyone.” Your response is weak and Geto expected that. “Then show me. Make me feel like you’re a good friend.” You shake your head, confused on how to even do that in a short amount of time. “You know how to do that. Friends give each other favors. And you know what favor I want from you?”

“No.” Geto smiles wide and shiny,”I want a kiss from you. Show me you really care for your friends.” You didn’t want your first kiss to be with a barely known acquaintance. You always pictured it’d be with a loving boyfriend, a perfect one that accepted all your flaws. Not a man you welcomed in your dorm. “I can’t.” Geto’s grip on your chin tightens,”No? Why is it your first kiss?”

You’re too embarrassed to admit that is the truth. So you say nothing, neither confirming nor denying it. “Oh it is, huh? Even better to kiss your friend then. C’mon do you not think I’m attractive? I’ll be a good teacher.” Geto was far from unattractive and you both knew that. Would it be so bad to kiss a beautiful man that wants to do it first? It wasn’t how you wanted it but you were never put in a position of choosing any different.

“Okay, just one.” Your response is all he needed once you feel his lips on yours. It’s a gentle peck that soon turns into his tongue licking at your lips to open up. He pinches the rolls on your back for entry and he gets it. You’re clumsy and confused, your tongue jumbling with his. The kiss isn’t very enjoyable for Geto but that wasn’t the point of this. He wanted to see how far you’d really go if he’d asked. And you gave him the perfect response.

He did find pleasure in other things though. Your whines, your shut eyes that are clenched so tight, your hands gripping for life on his shirt. Too much pleasure it seems because he feels himself stiffen within his baggy pants. He pulls away with a satisfied expression,”You aren’t very good. But it’s okay, I’ll ask you for many more favors in the future.” He kisses your chubby cheek and lets go of the hold he had on you.

You’re wordless, shocked at what just happened. You just kissed one of the most popular guys at your university. And he asked first! It was obvious to you that Gojo spiel was a lie, an excuse to do this to you. But why? If he had just asked normally you would’ve folded no pressure. It was almost like he was trying to humiliate you.

“You’ll be a good friend to him…and me. Don’t be so scared next time, we’ll ask for things like this from you. It’s what friends do.” It was clear that you had a very different definition of friendship than Geto. But you didn’t mind.

Because if friendship with them meant you’d get kissed at random then you wouldn’t complain despite how his approach made you feel. This didn’t feel like a budding relationship though—it felt like a well connected trap and you were falling right into it.

Geto pats your shoulder,”Eat your food before it gets even colder. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You just stand there.

And he leaves. A wicked look pained on his face. You were in deep now. He’s got you even closer.

Lock.

Stock.

And barrel.

The next day Geto and Gojo were elated when they saw you dressed up for them. You weren’t wearing sweats nor your work uniform, instead you had your seemingly best outfit, one that complemented your features very nicely.

You had seemed casual at first, answering all their small talk with normal vigor. But every time Geto got even an inch closer to you you’d tense. It was so bad you would fumble your words and avoid eye contact. The memories of the night before haunting you greatly. You had dreams of more than just a kiss, that the hand on your lower back reached for something beneath, digging his smart digits into the malleable flesh. You felt guilty—perverted by your thoughts. He had asked to kiss you but not for anything more.

So every time he’d directly speak to you, your mind flashed to the all too real fantasy of him picking you up on the counter, hushing you while your roommate slept, relishing in the way you fell apart on his fingers. You were no stranger to many dirty dreams, often waking up in the middle night to ease the throb in between your legs. But those were all fictional, never even attainable. Geto is real though and it wasn’t right for you to think of him that way. He had kissed you. But as of now you’re still barely friends—it’s an unorthodox friendship, but still a friendship regardless of what occurred before it’s still nothing more.

And besides the reality of having a wet dream about your brand new friend, there was something else that was bothering you. The manner he went about asking for a kiss. It wasn’t worth the effort. The lip lock lasted about thirty seconds—you’d know you were counting it in your head. It went by just like that and suddenly you were no longer part of the never been kissed club. Something you put so much emphasis on was gone just like that, as if your whole dream of kissing the one could be nothing more than just that, a dream.

If it wasn’t worth the effort so why’d he try to conceal it behind a motive? . A silly one at that. Especially because of the rumors going on during lectures were true—Gojo wasn’t the one being wounded, he was the attacker. And Geto wasn’t any better. It felt like a game, one you would never have a chance of winning. That was your brain talking, the part of you that’s not trapped in their web quite yet.

Your heart, your body, on the other hand were just getting wound tighter and tighter. And soon you felt you’d be eaten whole. Yet, you couldn’t prevent the way you felt special within their gaze. Like you amuse them. Like you bring something to their life. Like you’re really needed. With every compliment, with every touch that hovered a little too long, with the way they looked at you like you’re the only thing that mattered in their orbit. It’s hard to use logic when they make you feel the way you craved all your life. So you let yourself melt into them, just a little bit. Just so little so you don’t get stuck in their gravitational hold.

That’s you how you end up leveled with Gojo’s built chest, his muscular arm dwarfing the one you’re using to stir the pancake batter. His grip is encasing your hand, refusing to let up no matter how many times you protested that this was a single person task. His voice tickles your neck, your back stiffens against him,”You’re a lot calmer now that Sugu went to shower, want to tell me why?” His voice is low and sultry. Just a hair off from being seducing.

You feel yourself hold back a shiver. You couldn’t lose your composure again. “I’m just a nervous person. I’m not used to hanging out with so many people.” It’s rushed, to prevent Gojo from stopping your half truth. “Is that right?” His grasp tightens, visibly to the point you see defined veins pop up on his bicep. You couldn’t take it anymore.

You push your back on Gojo, a poor attempt of pushing him away. You try once more and your efforts get rewarded with his giggles. “What’re you doin? Trynna run?” It’s teasing, too teasing for you to handle. You didn’t want to talk about the kiss. You didn’t want to reveal your urges, not when you’re finally making a connection, an odd one,but still it’s better than nothing. Right?

“No I’m just uhh..trying to get a pan. The batter is getting over mixed.” With that he releases you, but still hovers, as if he’d tackle you if you moved too far away. “You have a mouth, don’t you? Use it next time you want somethin’. “ The way he says mouth has you tensing. His tone sounding like he’s hinting at something. You don’t want to find out so you play coy. “Bottom cabinet, under the sink.”

He lets you off without a response to his demand. Relieving you greatly, your shoulders noticeably slumping back in normal formation. “Okay thanks.” You bend over to get a medium sized pan, trying to ignore his vigilant stare. What was going on with them? They were so normal before. Now..they were acting like they couldn’t wait to pounce. And pounce for what? You truthfully didn’t know.

You doubt this was their behavior to new friends. It was too confident, too authoritarian, too smooth. Any normal person would’ve never talked to them after the stunt Geto pulled last night. Any sane person would’ve fought Gojo harder with his insistence of closeness. But unfortunately, for your sake, you weren’t normal. You were lonely. Touchstarved and clingy to anything that would stick around for you. It’s shameful and you wish you weren’t so accepting of ill behavior. What would push you to say no? Would you even say no to them?

The thought makes you want to gag. It’s quickly wafted away when Gojo’s voice pulls you back to the present,”So are youuu going to put it on the stove or are you just gonna be staring at the wall?”

You apologize hurriedly and place the pan on the stove, turning the nob to medium heat. “We have to wait a bit for it to warm up.” Gojo nods, but he doesn’t really care for the making of the pancakes. His eyes scan your rigid person, lips quirking up in a ribbing way. “Have you been kissed before?”

It’s silent. Too silent. And you’re somehow even more tense than before.

“Why are you asking me?” Your voice is uneven, and you curse yourself for not having a better hold on your nerves. “I was just curious, you seem very shy so I wasn’t sure.” You want to feel relief once he says that but you don’t. It sounds like he knows more than he’s letting on.

“Oh well I don’t really like talking about things like that.” You pray that your answer is enough for him to back off and for now it is. “Alright, but I’ll know the answer sooner or later. Is it warm enough now?” He points to the pan and you dip your head yes in response. “It is, do you know how to get the perfect shape for pancakes? My job taught me this.”

He shakes his head and you beckon him over. You grab the glass bowl, pushing the ladle to the side he’s on. “I’ll teach you the best I can.” He takes hold of the tool,looking at you expectantly. “So you’re going to do a half scoop, it’s important you don’t fill it all the way.” He does so,”Like this?” You smile, pleased,”Yeah, just like that. Now place it as thin as you can onto the pan.”

He follows your instructions, grinning wide and prideful once he sees the perfected round shape. “Oh you’re a natural, took me a couple shifts to get that shape.” Your praise gets the reply of Gojo patting his chest,”I ammm pretty good at most things. If I say so myself.” You giggle,”Is having a big head one of those things?” As the words leave your mouth your hand slaps against it. You attempt to backtrack, hoping no offense would be taken.

But he doesn’t even let you have enough time to do that. “I get to have a big head, I can back up all my talk.” He steps closer to you,”Want me to prove that to you?” You begin hearing Geto’s words, reliving the day before that seems so close to this moment. You needed to avoid such banter, seeing how that is what you got you under Geto before.

“Uhh..you can prove it me by doing that again with the pancakes.” He backs off,”Bet, watch this.” He does a swirling motion leading to another perfect circle. To emphasize his point he follows that with two more. “Aren’t I so talented?” You smile,”So talented, I think you’re better than me right now.”

“The student always surpasses the master.” It’s cheeky. But that cheeky tone soon falters once the aroma of burning fills the kitchen. “Shit, I didn’t know they cook so fast.” Hurriedly, he grabs a flimsy spatula to flip his test pancake, wincing once he sees it charred on one side. But his efforts to stop the smoke are fruitless once the beeping of the smoke detector goes off.

You both cover your ears, grimacing at the loud noise. You go to grab a stray towel left on the counter, wafting it towards the source of the noise. “I think we need to work on your actual cooking skills after this.” Gojo makes a noise of agreement as he wafts the cloudy smoke with his hands.

Over the beeping there’s light footstep that could barely be heard. “What’re you two doing?” Geto’s voice pulls you from your focus and the moment you do pay attention , you wish you never did. Geto’s lean form is partially naked besides the fluffy garment he has wrapped around his waist. His inky damp hair is clinging to his forehead and the sides of his jawline. You could feel heat course through your body the longer you gaze at his chiseled body. You swallow a wad of saliva as you turn your head away, eyes held low to stare at your socks.

“We were making pancakes.” Gojo states. Geto huffs,”Yeah, I can smell that you burnt them.” Gojo gasps, offended,”How’d you know I burnt them? It could’ve been her.” You glare at him, his accusation distracting you from the task of getting rid of the smoke. Geto gives him a similar stare that has him retreating from his former words,”It was me..”

“Thanks for that captain obvious.” With a roll of his eyes Geto walks past you both, his damp chest bumping against your back as he does so. Effortlessly he fidgets with the smoke detector and soon enough it’s silent in the kitchen now. “I’m going to get dressed, please don’t set the kitchen on fire while I’m gone.” The last comment seemed like it was for Gojo when Geto gave him a knowing gaze.

He pads off and Gojo pouts, coming to you for comfort as he leans most of his body weight on you. Your breathing becomes labored and your hands are pushing on his chest,searching for less of his heft to be on your body. “G-Gojo, heavy…” you barely can get the words out when he wraps his muscular arms around you. His lips ghost against the skin of your neck as he speaks,”You don’t think I’m irresponsible,right?” His eyes, those beautifully blue eyes, look at you with such expectancy you could feel your breathing become even more laborious.

You’re trying to keep distance from his lips and yours, turning your head away from his as you comfort him,”No,not at all. You could never be that. You’re Satoru Gojo, I think you were born to be responsible.” This was true, he’s the future head of the wealthiest clan and a top student without his families influence. “Think so?” He gets nearer, his maw now inches away from your jaw. “Mhm, I do.” You’re still turned away from him, something Gojo doesn’t appreciate.

“Why do you always hide your face like that? If you really meant that you’d look at me. So c’mon, look at me.” His hold on your upper body grows tighter as he shifts his head to get a better look at you. With your inner lip being nibbled by your anxious lower teeth you stare at him head on, eyes already searching for something else to gaze at.

“Thereeee we go, I like seeing your face. You’re a real cutie. Now, say that again while looking at me.” You tense even more than you have the whole night. Stemming from his praise and his commanding words. It amazed you he thought you were attractive—he’s a Gojo after all. A man made with beauty that was almost unearth like. A man that could have any woman that took far better care of herself than you ever have in your life. And he still thinks you’re cute.

“I think you’re born to be responsible, you’re Satoru Gojo after all.” Your eye contact is shaky but he’s still pleased you’re looking at him directly. “Good job, was that so hard?” You shake your head no, not trusting your mouth to be coherent right now. The way he was talking to was so condescendingly sweet…and you enjoyed it. The heat you felt in your lower abdomen being a testament to that. Now that you’ve done as he asked, you think he’s going to get off but he doesn’t.

“Do you want a reward?” You felt like a well behaved dog with the way he talked to you, not that you minded. You were melting in the way he treated you like a pet, cooing at you with his perfect pink lips. “What would that be?” Your voice is uneven and breathless, speaking any louder would cause it to crack. “I’ll give you a kiss, I know you had one of those last night and I’ll take you shopping in a few days, have a game I want you to come to all dolled up for me.”

You knew it. You knew he was acting off. Geto must’ve told him right after it happened..or before if that’s who he was on the phone with in the bathroom. Was this planned? “Hey, get outta of your head and answer me.” He’s so near now his nose is bumping yours. “Do you want that?” His hands wander down to your ample hips, rubbing the fat that rests there. “I..don’t know.” A reply Gojo’s displeased with.

“Okay..you just need a little bit of convincing.” After he says that his lips lightly kiss your neck, curling up cockily as he hears your breath hitching at the contact. “What’re…..” your sentence remains unfinished as he continues peppering your neck, shushing your words. “ I’m convincing you and I want you to tell me if it’s working so,”he licks a long stripe on the length of your nape,”want me to kiss you?” Another lick,”Want me to take you to get dolled up for me? Wanna come to my game and cheer me on?”

You’re holding back any noises of pleasure, eyes screwing shut to hold that focus. “Hey..,”another light kiss,”answer me.” Shakily, you reply,”Yes.” You can feel his teeth on your neck with his wide smile,”Yes to what?”

“E-Everything.” At your confirmation his lips align perfectly with yours in a soft peck, leaving you disappointed when he pulls away. “Bonus, I’ll teach you to kiss real good right now. Sugu told me you didn’t really know how to do it last night, but don’t you worry I’m a better teacher than he is.” You’re embarrassed that your lack of skill and experience got spread to more than just one person but you can’t dwell on that when Gojo’s lips are so close to yours.

“You’re gonna start slow, no need to rush. I’m not going anywhere..” He pulls you in,lips moving unhurriedly,gentle and easy to pick up the pace. He simpers within the kiss,white teeth glimmering under the artificial light,”Good,just like that. Don’t change it.” You obey and Gojo rewards that with his tongue caressing your mouth.

His hold on your hips tighten,kneading the abundant flesh with seductive excitement. You hesitantly dart your tongue, mirroring his movements. He hums approvingly, hands moving with more fervor than before. He pulls away, breaking the saliva that’s chaining your lips together. “You did really good. You need more lessons though.” Gojo’s eats up the way you’re looking at him with wide eyes, mouth still agape, the sheen of saliva glittering on your bottom lip.

You look so shaken he almost feels bad. But how could he feel bad when you looked so wanton? This bet came from a source of boredom but he could be truthful enough to say he’s growing to genuinely like you. “Do I..?” He grins,”Yeah, I can give you another one right now.” He leans in,eyes watching as you await for him to touch you again.

“Having fun without me?” Geto’s voice snaps you out of your haze, head snapping to look at him. He’s now dressed, only wearing a pair of baggy black sweats and no shirt. What did you look like? Kissing him and his best friend so close in time,in THEIR home?! God, the embarrassment flows through your whole entire nervous system. You snuggle into Gojo’s chest, hiding in it to avoid confronting whatever this is.

The man you’re using as cover chuckles and places a hand on your head, petting it reassuringly. “Just returning the favor. You sure rubbed it in my face last night, didn’t you Sugu?” Geto walks closer until you could feel his front on your rear. You’re sandwiched between them, unable to go anywhere.

“I asked if I could before. Didn’t want to move alone, ‘sides looks like yours was more intense than what I got. That just isn’t fair..” You could feel Geto’s hand on your shoulder and it takes everything in you not to flinch at the touch. “Stop hiding please, just want you to kiss me like you kissed him.” Slowly you raise your head and you’re met with a pleased smile,”That’s right,c’mere.” His light coo has you stepping closer to him but only so far because Gojo’s hold on you remains known.

He’s up close and he’s expectant,”Well? Are you gonna kiss me?” You look at Gojo, almost like you’re asking him for permission. This both amuses and pisses Geto off, he found it endearing that you were like a lost puppy but why ask Gojo for permission when he was the one asking? “You’re so rude.” He chides. “Looking at someone else when I’m waiting for you to kiss me. Would you rather kiss him,hmm?”

He now has his big paw on your lower jaw, squishing your face together. “N-No,want to kiss you.” Gojo laughs,”Didn’t know you could be so jealous Sug’, mad she thinks I’m a better kisser?” Geto makes an exasperated face that doesn’t match the honeyed tone he spoke with,”Now, don’t feel flattered someone so inexperienced likes yours, you’re closer to her level.” You didn’t know if you should feel offended for yourself or for Gojo, either way your opinion didn’t really matter.

Gojo scoffs,”Now you’re just lying. You know I’m not bad.” Geto smiles,”How ‘bout we ask you? If you’re honest I’ll make sure to treat you real good if you are.” You don’t know how it came to this point. You’re invited to make pancakes at their house and now they’re in some weird competition? You liked the attention and the kissing..but you also could feel your brain melting with all these new events happening like whiplash.

This was no longer a friendly hangout, it’s so much more and you don’t think you could handle much more. You wriggle your face from Geto’s hold and shove Gojo off with all your might, it barely moves him off and you’re speculating he he even did that because of the effort you put it into it. “Forget about that..what’s going on? Why are you both acting like this?” You’ve never been flattered like this with one person, let alone two. Especially by men so devastatingly good looking. Men that wanted to do things to you.

They acted under the guise of friendship to weasel their way in and it worked. But it’s obvious they want nothing platonic with you. The longer you surrounded yourself with them the more extreme things would get. “Acting like what?” Gojo asks. You motions with your hands, frustrated tone slipping from you,”This! I feel like a game for you two.” Possibly your suspicion grew from your experience in high school and even your early days here—men that were far up on the societal food chain would play games, humiliate you. As if being attracted to someone like you was a huge joke. The kisses, the banter they had about how far they could go with you, the flirting—it felt all too artificial.

It was too quick. So quick you didn’t know how you found yourself growing your newly gained kiss count to a second person. Geto and Gojo eye each other, hoping one of them knew what to say before you have a bigger reaction. They had a feeling you weren’t dumb, you were gonna pick up on the escalation of the budding relationship. They had to think and fast, or else the silence might assure your speculations, which are correct. You are a game—they couldn’t let you know that quite yet. Or preferably at all.

Gojo speaks first,”I know this might sound crazy..but it’s something me and Geto both have a thing for.” Geto eyes him, trying to pick up what’s he’s laying down. “You see…we like sharing girls we both like, and it’s really rare when we do like the same one. So that’s why me and Geto said we wanted to be friends at first..we weren’t trying to scare you because two guys at the same time sounds intense. I—We..couldn’t control ourselves anymore. I’m sorry but please don’t stop talking to us,we really like you. I really like you.”

You search his features for any sign of untruthfulness, and he’s void of any. Matter of fact there’s tears teasing his lash line as his eyes look at you with a sense of groveling. But you couldn’t believe him quite yet, it was a good explanation, however it wasn’t enough to wave your accusations. “And you?” You give Geto a pointed gaze, awaiting his explanation. “I…I’m embarrassed to admit but we’ve been plotting to talk to you for a while. I knew you were Shoko’s roommate and thought you were so cute..and she told me you’re not really romantically involved with anyone. So we just tried to go about it the wrong way…but we really thought this would ease you into it.”

This left so many unanswered questions. Geto’s whole spiel last night, the library, it all seemed too perfectly aligned to be just a coincidence. As much as you craved attention from people like this you had to think soundly because you really didn’t want your heart broken. Shoko’s tales of her past few partners giving you nightmares about having a love life,despite all your want for one. “That doesn’t tell me anything…did you guys plan everything? Was any of this real?”

Geto didn’t know you were so sharp, he doesn’t know what he prefers more, your meekness or this? You seemed so eager, so naive. He thought they would go unquestioned by you..but he’s delighted he was incorrect. Maybe you are still naive though, enough he could take advantage of it. He just needed to get past your walls so you’d melt for them.

Gojo speaks again, this time really upping the tears in his eyes,”I promise when I saw you at the library I just saw an opportunity to talk to you. Nothing more. I wouldn’t have paid for you if I didn’t like you.” He steps closer to you, resting his hands on your hips once more,fingers digging in the doughy flesh with desperation. “Please..believe me. If not,one of us will drive you home no questions asked. We won’t even speak to you again.” This was all a lie,they had a bet to win. And they don’t lose. However, Gojo was confident you wouldn’t leave tonight.

To put more pressure on you Geto cuts in, embracing you from behind, words muffled into your shoulder,”Believe us, let us become more than your friends. I promise you won’t regret any of this.” You really hope that was true because your suspicions were wavering. Whether it was Gojo’s pleading eyes or Geto’s appealing embrace that aided you into trusting them—it worked.

“So what does this mean?” Gojo sighs happily, sucking up the congestion caused by his tears,” Means you got yourself two boyfriends now.” Geto adds on, peppering a smooch onto your shoulder,”Hope you don’t mind being shared.”

And you melted into their arms. Just letting yourself enjoy this moment. Even if you were wrong for trusting them you could look back at this and feel the warmth you’re feeling in your heart.

Happiness. So you let them coo their pillowy soft words,let them kiss you, let them coddle you.

This is all you ever wanted after all.

And with every action it’s like they knew that.

PHASE TWO: HOT AND HEAVY

It’d been approximately a week since you’ve got a boyfriend, well boyfriends and you weren’t really sure if things were supposed to be moving so fast. Since it had began something had…shifted.

They’d seemed normal once you agreed to trust them, as normal as a situation like this can make someone look. They were sweet and gentle. Spoiling you in their own ways. Gojo would take you shopping, give you things you couldn’t even pronounce the name of, provide you with a ride anytime of the day. He has a knack for dressing you up in clothes he thinks you look nice in—usually leading you into wearing attire that showed much more skin than you were used to.

And Geto pampered you in a different manner. Whilst Gojo had everything materialistic at his finger tips, Geto was more down to earth. He’d give you cute notes,send you something that’d reminded him of you, help you with your school work, recommend you things that were similar in a heartbeat. And every time he’d do so he had this look on face that was all knowing, like he knew everything about you.

Though they differed in their way of treating you, they had one thing in common. Both their niceties came with a price, an unsaid one. You quickly learned this when the shopping trip for Gojo’s game came soon after the relationship began, he had adorned you with the finest clothing, spewing sentences like his girl had to look the best for him and be dressed in the nicest fashion money could buy. Despite your denial of such treatment he’d hush you every time, telling you this is what good boyfriends do.

And then he quickly followed up with,”If you really wanna pay me back though, get in the car and lay down on the backseat.” He had gotten on top of you, long body resting a top of yours, his maw wandering about on your soft skin. He kissed you wildly, his hands finding comfort under your shirt, squeezing and kneading the pudge you had on you.

He had asked you if you wanted this, if you wanted him to show you how good girlfriends treat their boyfriends. You were silent for a bit, taking weight of what could possibly happen if you said yes. And ultimately you agreed, partially excited for another new experience and partly guilty for all the money he spent on you in just one shopping spree.

The minute you agreed Gojo was on a mission. Lifting up your shirt with haste, hushing you when you got shy beneath him. You had thought he was going to fondle you, feel you up a bit more than he had in the past. But you were mistaken once you saw his dick free from his pants, achy and hard against his abdomen. “What’re are you going to do?”

He cooed,”Just takin my payment. Now, stay still for me, don’t let that pretty face move.” You had expected for him to put it in your mouth, fuck it til you’re gagging and teary eyed but he didn’t. Instead his hunched over frame moved to the side of you, his dick towering above your face, veiny and pretty just like him.

He slapped it down on your cherubic cheek, groaning as you whined at the impact. His throbbing length adjusted completely flat on the plain of your face, his thumb holding the girthy thing taut against the warming skin. Then you felt it, the thick wad of saliva glide on his cock, the excess of it dripping on your cheek. With his free hand he rubs the self produced lube on your face, making it sure it’s smooth enough to glide on.

And he started to hump the side of your face, cocky grin plastered on his own, only breaking when he couldn’t hold a moan in. And he ate up every second of you being so shocked and wide eyed, lips slightly ajar, attempting to find anything to say.

And you took the hour long event. It lasting so long because Gojo paced himself so well, halting the moment he felt himself coming to his end. He taunted you, mushed your boobs together with his lone paw so hard you could feel the blooming bruises grow, slapped your clothed pussy a couple times when he saw you rubbing your legs together. Stating,”It’s my payment, you don’t get to have fun.”

When he finished, his spent plastered all over your plump face he had kissed the crown of your head, voice soft with praises.

And every time you had to pay him back for his treatment, he’d always end with that.

Geto on the other hand…you were experiencing presently. And it doesn’t take a genius to tell you’re nervous. With Gojo he’d always ask for different things from you—a thigh job, a butt job, a boob job, watch him jerk off etc.

But Geto was consistent, less spontaneous than his counterpart. It’d always end up with you in the same position, on your hands and knees, all fours, panties off and your mouth opened awaiting for his dick to enter.

Throat training,he’d call it. He said if you had two boyfriends you’d have to know how to suck real good and he’d make sure he’d teach you real well. You knew that’s the formation you’d quickly be in. You regretted agreeing for him to tutor you because afterwards you’d always have to be pay the charge.

You tried to cancel on him today , tried to make every excuse under the sun. But Geto pushed, stating no person he was dating would be at risk for failing any of their classes.

He places the pencil down, kind smile adorning his lips,”Do you get it now?” You nod, fiddling with the hem of your shirt, preparing for what’s to come. “Good I’m really proud of you for picking it up so quick. You learn really fast.” His hand reaches for your bare thigh, palming it with a reasonable force. “Thank you Ge—Suguru, I’m really trying.”

“I could see that. Aren’t you a smart girl? Say yes.” It falls from your lips quickly,” Yes.” Geto gives your leg an approving pat,”Does my smart girl want a kiss for all her hard work?” You nod,leaning close to him. He closes the distance, low and slow, digits digging into the softness of your thigh.

He begins sucking on your tongue, holding back a smirk as your eyes grow wide at the new sensation. His other hands cups your lower jaw, caressing the undefined curve. He pulls away,looking pleased with you. “Take off your clothes and get into position.”

You obey like a pet threatened with the voltage of a shock collar. Though you didn’t have a physical one, there was something metaphorically around your jugular. It took one time to learn that there wasn’t such thing as saying no to them. It’d always be bombarded with coaxing, guilt tripping words sharp at the edges—threats of what would happen if you weren’t a good girlfriend to them.

And it worked so well because you were afraid of being lonesome again. They doted on you,spent days of their time dedicating to you—and you dare refute their small requests? They didn’t have to say it, they’re actions spoke loud enough,”Someone like you should be happy they’re even touching you, giving you the time of day they could spend with people on their level.”

So, you’re waiting for Geto to make his move. Ass perched out, arch low and groveling, the way he taught you to. He circles you like a shark marking for it’s time to strike, his hand darts out to take an abundant handful of your ass, molding the flesh with a sense of appreciation you hear rumble from his chest. “You’ve gotten so good at this—you seem to be adjusting quite well to everything. I think you need to be rewarded for that.”

In one full motion Geto sinks his fingers into your unaware cunt, halting as the mid part of his two digits dipped in. He lets out a low whistle,”Oh you’re wet, huh?” You whine at the insertion, ass wiggling to make some form of further movement. “Greedy too.” He chuckles as he begins curling his fingers into the warm hole. Face coated with a sense of hubris he always gained from seeing you like this.

He stops once again, pulling his fingers out until just the tips are barely in.”If you want me to continue, you have to say you want me to finger you or we could go straight to training and you get nothing.” You cringed thinking of the suffocating feeling, throat full and head pushed down in an inescapable hold. Nose nudging against his clean shaven pelvis. You bark out,”Please, want it.” For extra measure you attempt to throw your ass back onto his digits, pushing them in a little bit farther than just the tips.

“Want what?” He taunts. “Your fingers—,” your breath hitches as he slides them in deeper,”haaa in me.” He’s pleased with that. His fingers now entering you fully, knuckles deep, stretching the wounded muscle uncomfortably so. You were used to your own stout and pudgy ones, becoming greatly familiar with them on one of your many lonely nights. But this—oh god this, his smart digits were so long, reaching those soppy you could have never dreamed of grazing before.

“See how you get good things when you use your words?” His words were a reminder of what happens when you don’t. The first time he’s ever expected payment back and you were in for a world of trouble. You had argued, stating you weren’t ready for something so fat and oh so long to slide in your unused throat. And you became silent, disobedient, holding your mouth shut and taut even though the tip of his dick tapped on it with politeness.

And you had been reminded you weren’t the one with power. They are. He is. In every sense of the word, they made more money than you, had more societal regard, more strength. Which you felt the magnitude of as his punishing hand slammed down onto your bare ass, slapping without care, rough and heavy until you were brimming with tears and apologies. And the spanking wasn’t the worst of it—the actual part of him abusing your mouth was. He had no pity for you as he heard you gagging, drool coating your chin, eyes rolling back with discomfort. And his pace was relentless, his hands on either side of your head with a stubbornness that was unbreakable. This was a lesson—listen or receive the consequences.

But like this, with his fingers deep in you, purring soft praise into your room, gentle kneading touches of your ass—you enjoyed this form of payment, greatly. With his extremities still tautly bound in your warmth Geto levels his groin to your face, unbuckling his belt, his unfitted pants lowering to his hips as they’re no longer held up. And his bulge was waiting for your mouth to ease the throbbing constricting against his plain colored briefs.

With his pants unbuttoned he instructs you,”Pull it down, nice and slow.” As if he wanted to make the task difficult for you, his fingers curl niceee and deep in your pussy, almost touching that special spot within. Your back straightens out and soft ohhhhs falls from you. With unsteady hands you reach for the material, moaning as the up and down motion damn near took control of your senses. As best paced as you could, you languidly slide down his undergarment, stopping once his dick sprang out, hard and proud, smacking on his clothed abdomen.

With just his captivating honey brown eyes he directs you to begin sucking. “No hands, just your mouth.” He demands. And you follow, leaning your mouth close enough until you could taste his salty pre cum on your taste buds. You hollow out your cheeks to the best of your abilities, your sounds of pleasure vibrating on the beginning of his length.

He hums, digging his exploring fingers even deeper, cooing at you as you let out a particularly loud yelp, the sensation going straight to his cock. He thrusts up, eyes shutting in pleasure when you swirl your tongue around his base. “G-Good jobbb, yeah, just like that. You’re doing s-so hahh good.”

Your focused eyes shut in determination. Bobbing your head up and down, sucking harder as you hear his sounds of gratification echo in the room. Your efforts are rewarded with a delicious curve of his extremities sloshing the noises of your wetness tauntingly.

Squelch, squelch! Paired with the wet pops and the clicking of his tip hitting the back of your throat. Bucking forward, his pelvis pushes against your face. His hand caresses your face, eyes now open with affection you’ve never seen before.

“You look so cute like this.” He pinches the pudgy flesh of your cheek, admiring the way it stretched to accommodate the mass of him.

“Keep looking at me like that, don’t shut those eyes—look how good you’re making your boyfriend feel.” He brushes away a tear creeping down your face, contradicting the sweet action with a deeep buck he did within your mouth, dick nice and snug in the vastest confines of your esophagus.

“Such a good girlfriend t-to—fuck, me.” To pair with his praise he flicks up with a greater haste than before. Eating up the way you struggled to keep sucking with his determined efforts. You had your brows pinched with concentration, drool traveling down from your chin to the floor below, and your eyes—oh god your eyes. Teary and fighting to stay open, to be obedient to his words.

“If I make you cum would that help you stay focused more? Hmm, want that?” He nods your head for you, moving it up and down with a choppy chuckle. “I-If you say soo..” he jerks his extremities upwards to the tallest parts of your constricting walls, the tips of the digits massaging oh so well that you can’t maintain being so dutiful any longer.

Your mouth makes a resounding popping sound as you finally come up for air. A high pitched whine falls from you, lids reluctantly shutting despite your best endeavors to keep them open as Geto had requested— but the pleasure was all too consuming.

Your head flops onto Geto’s thigh, mouth agape and letting out the prettiest sounds for the proud man above you. You had expected Geto to chide you, for not listening to him, for doing something he didn’t direct you to do. Instead of that unfolding, his hand resting on your cheek thumbs the plumpness, stroking it comfortingly. He gazed at you with a new emotion he never had before—something so heartwarming it almost distracted you from his fingers wading in your pussy.

The gaze remains so soft and tender, his voice reflecting the same sentiment,”You really are so cute. Even cuter when you’re coming undone on my fingers.” At the moment you feel a coil unfasten in the depths of your belly, a loud keen echoing in the room. You’re unsure if it was his words that led you to your release or the way he particularly caressed your walls in that moment, but the why didn’t matter when you felt so good.

With your cum on his fingers, creamy and shiny, he pulls out of you. Raising them to his lips, he sucks on them til they’re anew, clean and spotless of what had just transpired. “I bet your throat hurts, I’ll give you a rest today.” You’re speechless. This was new. Geto had never let you stop when he was training you prior. It was confusing, his cock was still hard and achy, pearly pre sticking to his shaft. So why stop you?

There’s a tenderness you hadn’t seen of him since he became one of your boyfriends. He was always methodical, planned, and seemingly less fond of you than Gojo was. But at this time that all seemed like a false perception of him. Gojo had always teased you, joked with you, and never let you have a dull moment with him. With Geto he always seemed to like you less than Gojo —but that had to be a lie with the way he’s acting now.

Wordlessly, he picks you up, you gasp at the lack of struggle and you don’t even get to protest once you feel yourself bounce back on the softness of your mattress. His stare is worshipping, pupils dilated in absolute revere of your naked form. You don’t know what had switched within but you weren’t complaining, anything to not lose your voice again. “Why are being so..different?” Your voice trails off, quietly awaiting his response.

What had changed in Geto? He always saw you as means of entertainment, just a week ago, he schemed for you to be bending at his will. He didn’t like you. He didn’t care for you. He didn’t even find you that interesting—at first. He thought you were going to be easy, to an extent you were, however he’s grown to like the sides of you he’s seen so far. And he’s grown to feel a sense of protectiveness over you, he views you as weaker than him and Gojo, and he believes the strong must protect the weak.

With every second you looked at him with awaiting eyes, ready to please him, ready to make him happy —ready to do whatever he said just to keep him in your life. That was weak. And Geto grew pity for you that than turned into this new fondness he’s finally became aware of. He had found you difficult to talk to at first, your umms and uhhhs were off putting. And he had looked down at you for that, but now he loves hearing you prattle on in that awkward manner you usually do. He had became fond of the fact that you were so easy to get flustered because it was entertaining to get you worked up, now he finds it so endearing and cute when it happens naturally.

He told himself he’s only forced this proximity for the bet and he doesn’t harbor any affection for you, yet in the short seven days since he’s gotten to know you he’s quickly been hooked. There was something about you he found so..adorable, from your quirks to the way you fiddled with your fingers when nervous—how you depended on him and Gojo. How much they mattered to you in this short time frame. It was wrong to take advantage of your circumstance, of your want for companionship, but he’s glad he could have you like this. Regardless of the bet—he had actually grown to really like you.

So although he remained slightly sadistic he felt more urges to treat you like this—to worship you like a beautiful doll, like you’re actually his girlfriend he met under different circumstances. “I guess…I realized I was being too harsh to you. I’m sorry.” His words hit like iced water. You hadn’t thought he was mean to you in particular.. just detached and much more far removed compared to Gojo. But it was still nice to hear that he’d be more open now.

“It’s okay…but I like you this way. I like when you’re sweet to me.” You say softly. He smiles and leans forward, giving the crown of your head a peck that lasted a couple seconds. He pulls away,”Then let me worship you. Let me gaze at you while I finish myself off—just sit there and look pretty for me.” His words surprised you but still you obeyed, eyes watching as he spat onto his hand.

He then wraps it around the expanse of his cock, observing your plump form with eagerness. He strokes himself, nice and slow, always going all the way down to his base and then back up to the very peak of his tip. His gaze makes you self conscious, it feels like he’s looking through you, eating away at you with his watchfulness. But you don’t hide yourself instead you display your most personal part to him. Spreading your legs wide and proud for him to see your shiny pussy, feeling happy when he groans at the sight.

“She’s so pretty—you’re so pretty.” He groans, nipping on his lip to keep from not yelling. “Spread her open for me,yeah?” With two hesitant fingers you spread the fatty lips, body heated at the action. “Mmmm,look she’s winking at me.” You nearly shut your legs at his words, greatly embarrassed at your pussy convulsing around nothing.

Already knowing how you felt, Geto doesn’t hesitate to console you,” S-Shit—I like that though—haaa fuck, keep her saying hello to me.” With a hearty growl Geto collapses right in front of your parted legs, his mug so close you could feel his strained breathing cooling your molten core.

He eyed your pussy like it was the Mona Lisa, as if it was one of the 7th wonders. His pace quickens and Geto grits his teeth together, forcing his eyes to stay open, he couldn’t miss looking at such a pretty sight. You weren’t a conquest any longer to him—this wasn’t to tease you for your lack of experience this was because he enjoyed you. All that planning and scheming was for nothing because he’s the one wrapped around your finger tightly. How could he not? He’s ashamed to say his resolve dwindled quite fast.

He rests his head on your inner thigh, gracing the skin with little kisses when his sounds of pleasure didn’t take over his mouth. He grabs the pudgy limb,digging his fingers in to get a better hold of himself. He was close, oh so close. “T-Thank you,” he lays a peck on one of your lips,”you’re such a good girlfriend.” His eyes clamp shut and a small bead of sweat streaks down his temple,his maw finds asylum in your leg, silencing his groan into the abundant flesh.

He arises, his hand painted a creamy white. He’s sitting on his knees and he slots his clothed body on your naked one, settling down to rest on your soft middle. “Do you mind cleaning me up?” He quietly asks, lifting his hand nearer to your maw. You shake your head no and begin lapping up his seed, focused and efficient. As you clean Geto narrates,”I have class in thirty minutes ..a shame I wanted to watch that show you’ve been telling me about. I’ll tell Toru to keep you company once I leave, how does that sound, hmm?” You don’t miss the way your heart hammers against your chest at the mention of the show—you had told him about it a couple days ago in a offhanded conversation, never expecting him to care enough to recall. He cared enough about your interests.

During this week you were suspicious you were some type of plaything for the duo. But Geto especially had shown you there’s care in this. It gave you relief that you were wrong. You halt your grooming to reply,”I’d like that, a lot. What’re you going to do then…before your lecture?” You ask right before you get back to licking his digits. Geto smiles lazily,”I’m going to stay here with you, hold you while I can.” To emphasize his point he nuzzles his face in your neck, exhaling comfortably on the skin.

You give one final lap of his once soiled hand and place it down, grinning at this softness he’s never shown you before. Despite this being a full week of dating it felt like a lifetime for you and you’re beyond glad you reached the point in said lifetime where things felt domestic between you and Geto. You never encountered that feeling with Gojo, that man was overly familiar from day one, there was no being distant from him no matter the amount of time knowing him.

With his hand now cleaned Geto embraces both his arms around your ample waist, placing you in a tight bear hug. You reach out for his long black locks, running your fingers through the silky strands. “Sugu..do you actually like me?” He hums,”Of course I do, I wouldn’t be dating you if I hadn’t. What a silly question.” You always thought something was a matter with you prior. There had to be if you had no close connections in your life, so it’s nice to be told you really are liked by somebody. “Okay, that makes me happy. I..like you too.”

He laughs,” I know you like me. But aren’t you sweet for telling me..now stop asking me silly questions and let me get some rest before my terrible lecture.” You chuckle lightly,”Okay, M’sorry, I’ll let you get some rest.” As thanks he places a chaste kiss on your neck before he shuts his eyes. He couldn’t help but hide his amusement at your question, if only you knew how much he really had grown to like you. You were just a bet, yet with him resting oh so domestically a top of you his mind can’t help but think of coming home to you like this everyday. Making you cum with his body, having you soft and pliant for them. You wouldn’t have to work that job that hardly pays you anything, you could just rely on him, them, to take care of you. He really did think you are a good girlfriend, and the thought of this ending after a short month had him clutching you even tighter.

As you pet his head, each pat lulls you into comfort. Your eyes grow to feel low and heavy. Your breathing slows and slowly your mind isn’t racing,letting yourself melt into a solace you’ve been longing for.

Sleep.

When your eyes open you’re greeted with snowy white hair, not vanta black. And you’re placed in a different position then before, laying on your side with tickles of hair follicles on your nape. You attempt to get up to observe your surroundings but you’re prevented by a strong arm around your side.

You sigh and take in what you can from your spot. The sun had went down so it must be well into the night. How long did you sleep for? “Oh,you’re finally up. How’d you rest?” Your ears hear Gojo and you remember Geto saying he’d come over once he left. It was sweet of him not to wake you. “I slept really good..better than I have in a while.” Now that you’re aware your eyes take in Gojo and you realize he’s bare of a shirt, then your eyes scan lower and realize he’s bare of everything.

“Wait..why are you naked?” Your tone comes out accusatory, already scared of what could’ve happened in your sleep. Gojo pouts,”Why do you always think I’m the creepy one? I just wanted to have skin to skin contact with you.” Your brows furrow in confusion,”So you got naked cause I’m naked??” He nods with a dopey grin on his face,”Yup, I wanted to hold you like you were. Is that too crazy?”

Gojo was interesting to put it plainly but you didn’t mind that about him. So you shrug off the oddity and lean closer to his unclothed chest, learning questioning him would just lead to further curiosity and your newly awaken brain couldn’t handle that right now. “How long was I out for?” Gojo takes your face in his hand,cradling it,”Three hours or so, Sugu told me you were exhausted so I never thought of waking you up.”

You cuddle further into his chest, an action greatly welcomed by Gojo. He’d glad you’re not so shy around him anymore, you’re much more familiar now—your personality shining in a way he couldn’t see before. He liked you already when he saw you being all shy in the library but that was purely because you seemed like the perfect plaything for the bet. But now, he really does admire you. He genuinely likes spending his time with you, even cutting class to come hold you while you slept. He can’t put his finger on what changed in just a week, however he liked that he grew softer towards you.

Maybe he could talk to Suguru to see if the bet could be noid and null? He likes being your boyfriend, likes the way you pout and check on him when he’s being reckless, likes the way you giggle and snort at his jokes, likes the way you fluster and bend so easily for him, likes how much you genuinely care for him and Geto. It was consuming his heart, his brain, something about you was so addictive. And it was so hard to place because you’re so plain. There’s nothing inherently special or unique about you, yet he feels addicted to you.

It was wrong to take advantage of someone so drained of human connection but he’s glad he took the bet. He had to be,with the way you looked so thankful for him,snuggled into him at your most vulnerable. He caresses your face, speaking soft and low in a way he knows makes your heart jump, “How about I take you out tonight? You dress up real nice for me and we eat our hearts out.”

Your smile is the reaction he was looking for, bright and wide, the lines on the sides of your mouth being displayed proudly. “Really? But are you sure it’s not too late to go anywhere?” Gojo shakes his head,”Trust, it’s barely eight, and after all I can go anywhere no matter the time. So about you get your pretty self out the bed and get ready to go?”

The white haired man stands up, cock sitting arrogantly on his abdomen and he notices your eyes widen at this. “Don’t judge,you’re naked and you’re my girl. Can’t blame me for getting excited. Anddd you don’t even have to take care of this, just focus on getting ready and I’ll handle everything else.

And he wasn’t lying, he really did handle everything. Within thirty minutes he was groomed even handsomer, dawning a nice dress shirt that just oozed wealth, matched with pants and shoes that reflected the same exact thing. He had even helped you with your outfit, choosing a nice dress that accentuated your figure nicely, hugging all the nice curvy bits beautifully. He had reservations in an instant to some restaurant too fancy to pronounce the name of. The last thing he had to do was assist you with your shoes.

He slides the expensive shoe he had bought for you onto your foot with a care you didn’t knew he felt for you. With a kiss to your ankle he buckles the connecting loop,”You look so beautiful—you are beautiful.” You feel yourself heating up at his words. You felt like Cinderella, once a poor pauper who had no one, now a princess with two charming princes that seemed to really like her. “Thank you Toru.”

He smiles,”I like hearing that name from you. Now c’mon we already have reservations.” Walking out of your room, hand in hand, only to be halted by Shoko, cigarette in her hold. “Going somewhere?” She asks. You reply happily,”Toru’s going to take me to dinner, I promise I’ll be quiet when I come back in the dorm.” Shoko has a look on her face that’s unreadable to you, but not to Gojo, his eyes having a conversation with her.

You don’t get to ask what’s it about as Gojo sends you away,”Go to the car for me, I’ll be right there. I think Shoko wants to talk to me real quick.” You nod and say your goodbye to Shoko, being weirded out by her tight lipped smile as you left.

Gojo steps forward, strutting to the couch Shoko often finds herself on. “Why are you looking at me like that?” The man asks. “You know why Satoru, you’re playing with her.” He rolls his blue eyes,”I was…but I really like her now. I’m even thinking about calling off the bet.” She scoffs,”The fact you said thinking instead of going to is enough for me to tell you to fuck off. Look—I told Suguru the same thing when he left earlier, if you don’t stop flaunting her around like she’s this week’s best toy I’m going to tell her.”

“Why are you getting in our business now? You always say you don’t care about what we do as long as we don’t drag you into it so what’s new? You even helped us out way more than you should’ve—so you feelin guilty now?” Lighting her cigarette,she begins,”I do feel bad, yeah. I thought this would be a quick thing like it usually is for you two, but you’ve been around here for three weeks and the longer you pretend you care about her the more I know it’ll hurt once she finds out what you both are.”

Gojo could feel his jaw clench. “I’m not pretending shit. I do care for her and so does Suguru, you can’t tell us what we feel.” Shoko scoffs,”Oh I don’t, huh? I’ve known you since high school, I know how you both get bored. And I watched and stayed silent when you did that to others but with her..I can’t. Not when she tells me how happy she is, how nice it is to finally be able to experience romance. She deserves something real—not two immature boys doing this for a stupid fucking bet.” The man before her opens his mouth to speak but he’s quickly cut off with Shoko’s sharp words.

“And you’ve only fully gotten to know her for what? A week…maybe more? What happens after a week? Hmm? What happens after a couple months? What happens after a year? What happens when you’re done with her and throw her away like all of your other playthings? You’re not going to have to see her that way—I am. So think of that when you’re playing boyfriend and taking her out.” Gojo could feel his rage seep into his veins, his eyes growing wide and deranged.

“It’s true, I am used to throwing people away. I could have anyone and anything easily. But…she’s different, I’ve never felt so strongly about anyone in a really long time. Especially in such a short amount of time. So you don’t get to threaten me or Suguru when you don’t get the situation fully. Next time I want someone’s unsolicited opinion on what I’m doing, I’ll go to a therapist. Now if you excuse me—I have to take my girlfriend to dinner.”

Shoko can’t get another word in before the slam of the door is heard. Gojo’s angry footsteps were audible all the way down to the car. He opens the door looking flushed, his teeth clenched tautly and his brows furrowed together. You’re buckled up in the passengers seat looking lost as ever. “Did something happen between you and her?” Gojo slides in the drivers seat, clicking in his seat belt with a fake smile,”Yeah don’t worry about it though. It’s just a disagreement among friends.”

You were curious, undoubtedly so, but the crazed look in Gojo’s eyes told you now was not the time to pry. “Uhh okay..let’s just go then. I hope you’ll feel better after we eat.” When arriving at the restaurant Gojo is acting way calmer, he’s already cracking jokes again when he opens the door for you. The hostess doesn’t even have to ask where the both of you are seated once she sees Gojo’s once in a life time blue eyes.

It’s crazy to you how he was treated with such revere by so many people. So much so that they wouldn’t even ask who he was, they just could look and tell he was a Gojo. “Woah, do people do that to you often?” You ask, amazed. “Do what—ohh, well yeah pretty much. A perk and a curse of being born totally awesome.” You chuckle,”I think more of a curse, I’d hate for so many people to recognize me in public.”

Gojo pulls out your chair,”Not all of us could be made for the limelight sweetheart.” Sweetheart, the nickname made you feel nice inside. You take the seat, smiling at him in thanks. “I guess you’re right, but you and Suguru sure are. I saw you both modeling for our sports team—oh wait speaking of that, isn’t your game coming up soon?” Gojo answers with a smile,”Trust me modeling is not all that—there’s so many mean people and they’re always crabby. But actually my game is tomorrow so you have to wear that outfit I got you.”

The outfit appears in your mind, short skirt that almost has the bottom of your butt poking out, and frilly top to go along with it. You could not be caught dead wearing that in front of so many people. Gojo was barely doable for you. “ I can’t wear that, it doesn’t look good on me.” Gojo voices his confusion,”Why not? You look so sexy and cute in it. It’ll help me play better too. You rooting for the other side or something?”

“No, it’s just umm..I’m well,me. And you already know you’re going to win the game so don’t even try to use that as an excuse.” Gojo sighs,”Mmm,how about you wear it for me after the game? Let me see you do a couple tricks in it before I take it off you.” You heat up at the implication,”Gojo! Don’t say stuff like that we’re in public.” The man bellows a loud laugh,”You’re my girlfriend, what I can’t think about my celebratory plans? I haven’t even gotten into what me and Suguru have been planning to do to you tomorrow. And stop calling me Gojo, you were doing so well before, calling me Toru and everything.” He finishes off with a pout his magnetic eyes pouring into you.

“I’m sorry—Toru, but really don’t say stuff like that here. I swear people can hear you.” Gojo’s voice gets real low,”What if I want them to hear me? You look so pretty I have to let everybody know you’re being taken care of at home.” You bite your inner cheek, avoiding eye contact with him. Why’d he have to say things like that? Why’d he make you feel so unimaginably warm? He chuckles,”Alright I’ll quit, I can see you’re overheating over there. How about you focus on what’re you’re gonna get while I head to the bathroom real quick?”

He steps away from the table with his phone in hand, with a look on his face that didn’t mirror his cheery tone. “Promise I‘ll be back real soon. Get whatever you want and don’t even dare look at the price for anything.” With the thick menu in between your fingers you let out a confused,”Uhh..sure?”

Your eyes glance down to the many options available, ranging from finely cut pufferfish to A5 wagyu. And all options ended in zeros..you see why Gojo told you not to look at prices. This just serves as a reminder how far removed you are from his and Geto’s world. There’s been times this semester you couldn’t even afford a ramen from a convenience store and now here you are, reading a menu that has above hundreds of dollars food. He made you feel like Cinderella but the tale always ends with the clock striking twelve.

When would your time end? They like you now, they’re sweet and giving, and spoil you to the point you don’t want for nothing anymore—but it’s only been a week of dating. Eventually the novelty of dating someone like you would wear off, their opposite. The thoughts alone bring an ugly coil building up in your tummy.

You couldn’t think of it like that though, you just had to let yourself savor this, even if it’s temporary. It’s the life you yearned for as a little girl watching those corny romcoms, a knight in shining armor arriving to take you away from the horrors of the world. And you even have two. You may be a lonely girl dressed up for one night at the ball but you’d enjoy it with every fiber of your being.

Gojo arrives back to the table with an expression that looked more pleased compared to when he left. You chirp out,”Who’d you have to call?” The man smiles,”Sugu,I was asking if he’d be home before we came back from dinner.” That may be true but when he left to excuse himself there seemed to be something much more that needed to be addressed. You don’t comment on it, what he wants to tell you is his business. “Oh I’m not going to my dorm right away?”

“Nahhh, you’re staying the night with us and don’t worry, I bought all your favorite hygiene products already.” He said it so matter factly one could think he had asked you before but he hadn’t. They never really ask about what you want to do, they plan it and you just follow their orders. And how did Gojo know your favorite hygiene products? That would be normal for any long term relationship but this is a very very very short term one so far. And this doesn’t just happen with hygiene products—favorite movies, favorite shows, favorite foods you have never mentioned, or even the specific manner you liked certain things.

It was like they studied you down to a T, and you’re still uninformed about so many of their likes and dislikes. It gave you a weird feeling..but part of you really enjoyed how much insight they had. Jokingly you comment,”What if I wanna sleep in my bed tonight?” Gojo replies with a cool smile on his lips,”Our bed is your bed. Whattt, you don’t wanna sleep with your boyfriends now?” He leans in real close,hand reaching over for yours,”You’re asking like you’ll say no to us.”

That hit deep,for some odd reason. You hadn’t really disagreed with them before, always obedient and easy going with whatever they had in store for you. It became so easy for you to do that, the inner fear of the their affection for you to be wafted away almost always dictates your response to them. And you know it’s because you’re so very lonesome. But despite knowing that you kid yourself,”Maybe I won’t say yes one of these days.” Gojo lights up,”You won’t,” his tone heavy and confident,the air in the room only lightening up when he adds,”I’m too handsome to say no to after all.”

You laugh and stop once your waiter arrives asking for the orders. You had no clue what you wanted, the prices on the menus distracting you from your budded appetite. The waiter looks at you first, expectantly, and your eyes go to Gojo, begging for his assistance. He gives you a reassuring nod and rubs comforting circles onto your pudgy knuckles,”We’ll get everything on the menu,”he swivels his head towards your direction,”don’t say anything. I’m already doing it.”

Your lips were already open to protest but they quickly shut. The waiter looks thrown off as well but he just bows dutifully and informs that he’ll be back with the food soon. As he leaves you can’t keep quiet anymore,”Satoru, you know we can’t eat all that! And think about how much money you’re wasting.” Gojo scoffs, he has more money than he’ll ever need in his lifetime, he could purchase several countries and still not have a big dent in his net worth. How cute that you were worried about that.

“Relaxxxx babe, you seemed like you couldn’t decide so I wanted to make it easier for you.” He adjusts to his chair to be right next to you, the across position not cutting it for him anymore. “C’mon don’t be pouty with me, I just like taking care of anything you could possibly want.” And take care of you he did, the moment the food arrived Satoru began shoveling decadent meals down your throat—voice soft and cooing, his hand ready to wipe any food that smudged on your pudgy little cheek.

He hardly fed himself, his hands only being there to act as your own, the extremities gently slapping away your determined paws, defending himself by stating,”I’m your boyfriend, I should take care of you like this.” Boyfriend or caretaker—you couldn’t tell anymore. With him acting this way it was beginning to muddle the line of caring or overbearing. The more he began to rid you of your independence the harder it was to differ if this was normal.

And you rationalized his behavior, thinking that it’s because you’ve never had a relationship, this had to be normal, otherwise he wouldn’t do this so openly. He just cares for you. He only stops feeding you when your eyes sag low, posture poor , and your jaw too tired of chewing. “If I eat anymore I’m literally going to explode.” Gojo hums, satisfied with himself,” That means I fed you enough then.” You side eye him,lips pursing,”You fed me too much, that’s what you did. I don’t think I’ll be hungry for days.” He shakes his head,” Don’t be dramatic, I was just making sure you won’t go hungry. Plus you look so cute with your mouth full.”

You roll your eyes,”Remind me to never go out to eat with you again. You’re gonna kill me.” He shushes you,”I would never even dream of hurting you.” It felt odd coming from his lips considering the fact this whole thing happened with the intention of hurting you, but he was past that now. You weren’t just a bet now, you were his girlfriend, his object of affection, his world. The bet was just a vehicle of fate that lead him to you. You already meant so much to both him and Geto. Perhaps it’s the fault of stalking you, as a way of finding a perfect way to trap you into their plan, but he never thought he’d find himself entrapped by you instead. He wondered if it was too soon to say I love you. He could wait a little longer, maybe two months after this and pretend this feeling didn’t develop so quickly.

“You look so sleepy, I’ll tell them to box up our food and I’ll take you to the car.” He motions for the waiter and mutters some words you’re too incoherent to hear. The fullness dwelling in your tummy had you craving a longggg nap and a nice warm bath. Gojo sits up, pulls you onto your feet, rubbing your shoulders with soft murmurs. He practically carried you all the way to the car, buckling you in with a kiss to your forehead. He disappears shortly after that, only to reappear with a bunch of bags full of uneaten food that get placed in the back seat.

He drives the car extra careful, nice and smooth to not disturb your slowly dozing off state. And he keeps it that way the whole time until he arrives to his house. You hear the shutting down of the ignition, turning to him with low eyes,”We’re here?” He hums,”Mhm but wait here, don’t get up til I come back.” You watch him stalk off, cuddling into the seat to ease the utter satiety you feel jumble around in your stomach.

He returns with company, the second persons long hair cascading down his bare back. Geto opens the car door, greeting you with a kind smile,”I missed you.” It’s pleasant and warming, so much so your own smile etches onto you. He unbuckles your seat belt for you and takes you into his arms, fully carrying you for the second time today. You’re too tired to protest so you let him carry you all the way into the house, Gojo following along with the bags in hand.

You expected Geto to drop you off on a bed, something bouncy and easy to melt into. Instead of feeling that you come into contact with the cool granite of a bathroom counter. Your brows furrow in confusion,”What’s going on?” Geto replies,”We’re gonna give you a nice bath.” With that he begins peeling off your layers, taking his time, kissing and lightly on your body. Gojo enters the bathroom next, working on your face, taking off any enhancements you added to your appearance tonight.

You’re now fully naked, with nowhere to hide from their awaiting eyes. You’re walked to an already filled tub, the steam wafting your body. The aroma smelt of lavender and sandalwood. Geto guides you in, placing you in the middle of the giant basin, he then follows suite, positioning himself at the head. Gojo then hops in next, a sigh fleeing from him once he feels the muscle relaxing heat of the water.

You’re sandwiched between them, trapped by one’s chiseled chest and the other’s leaned on your rolled adorned back. Geto speaks first,”How was your dinner?” His question is paired with soft caresses on your plump arm, eyes riddled with tenderness. “It was so good, everything tasted so rich and yummy but Toru was trying to feed me like I wouldn’t see a meal again.” Geto bellows a guffaw, his canines shining under the reflective light. “Is that right Toru?”

Gojo quickly chimes in to defend himself,”It’s only because you’re so cute. I told you.” Gojo pouts against your back, slouching forward on your spine, lips ghosting on the upper column of it. His lips are only a few millimeters from connecting and the thought alone has you shivering in the warm water. “I’ll have to agree with him here, you are so cute. Why don’t you come closer?” He had asked you to move but the verbiage was useless once he yanks you snug on his pecs. Gojo also makes himself real comfortable on you, his chest now flush on your rear.

Flustered you say,”Thank you.” Geto places a chaste kiss on your brow bone, huffing into the skin with contentment. The man behind you mirrors the action on the back of your ear, sloppy and noisy. Speechlessly the begin bathing you, lathering your favorite scents, pampering you with thoughtful exfoliation, massaging your taut flesh with honeyed praise that makes you weak.

Gojo hands rest on your pudgy tummy, kneading it with a sense of worship,”You’re so perfect like this.” His words are brushed on the slope that connects your neck and shoulders. He continues, paws moving to pinch a roll on your waist,”So pretty and good for us.” Finished with a delicate kiss to the temple.

Geto in front of you peppers your cheeks with dozen of pecks, both his hands cupping the fullness with revere. A peck to the nose comes with,”You’re so so precious. Such a good girlfriend, just let me and Toru take care of you. You never have to worry about a single thing for the rest of your life.” And it feels so good to be told that. So lovely, to hear that you can just melt into them, depend on someone else for a change.

They continues their mantras, velvety and musical to your ears. Their words last all the way up until you’re taken out of the tub, then dressed in one of Gojo’s shirts that barely covered anything. It’s like heaven, their soft touches and sweet words, each step towards the bed feels like fluffy clouds beneath your bare feet.

And at last you land on something bouncy, something you could find complete comfort in. You’re the only one laying down on the mattress, the two men taking position on your right and left, looking down at you with such affection it makes you want to hide. The get on the bed, each holding half of your body gently, speaking to you til your eyes grew heavy again and your speech became incoherent.

And the last audible sentence you could make out is,”You’re gonna love it here.” Odd but slumber seemed more appealing than being inquisitive. With you now nursed to sleep the two men gave each other a gaze that meant action would soon be taken.

One

Hundred

Percent.

It was no shock when Gojo scored the most points during the game today. He’s a star after all, in every regard. With every basket made in he’d search for you in the audience and blow a kiss you know was meant solely for you.

“Woahhh! You did so great Satoru! I’ve never seen such a knockout game before.” Your praise meets eager ears,”I told you I’d win,surprised I didn’t mess up cause I didn’t see you wearing that cute little outfit I bought you.” You shake your head,”You told me I could wear it after.” He smiles proud,”That’s rightttt, once we leave this party you better not get shy on me now. I worked real hard to see you in it. Suguru’s lucky he gets to see it too, even though he doesn’t deserve to. I really am so generous.” Gojo turns to Geto expectantly, waiting for him to say something.

“I’m not going to thank you. So stop looking at me like that.” Geto says. Gojo huffs,”Geez, everyone’s so ungrateful these days. Except you,little cutie.” You feel Gojo place a wet smooch on your cheek, causing a giggle to flee you. Geto smiles softly at the interaction though it quickly drops when he sees something…or someone in the crowd. You observe this and hurriedly ask,”Are you alright Suguru?” Your hand reaches for his forearm, clasping it with concern.

His focus isn’t on you as he replies,”Yeah, yeah..I just need to talk to someone real quick. Satoru, stay with her, it’s a big party and I don’t want her getting lost.” The pair share a look, one that oozed abundant worry. “Gotcha, you already know I’ll keep our girl safe.” Gojo pulls you in real close, his hand essentially glued in the groove of your love handles. Despite his nonchalant answer his actions spoke more truth than his words. His hold on you is protective, almost like he’d lose you this very second if he held you any different.

It was a fun day prior to this. Gojo had just won a season changing game, and you’re at a big celebration for the basketball team’s fantastic win with your boyfriends that seemingly can’t get enough of you. However, the amusement was no longer so prevalent. Gojo’s demeanor is no longer fun and lighthearted, he’s stiff and prepared as if he’s expecting to get away from the party he had to beg you to come to. It was clear that whoever that person they both saw was a threat to something they truly cared about.

You know if you ask if he’s okay, there would be no honesty replied. So you just stay attached to Gojo, rubbing calming circles on his back. You don’t know how long you stand in silence with him, the blaring music and other people’s joy being heard. You’re thankful when you see a familiar face walk up to you, Shoko with a beer held tightly in her hand. “Shoko, I didn’t know you’d come here!” Your excitement is met with lack there of. Shoko’s face is deadpan and void of emotion,”You didn’t come to the dorm last night. I had texted you, I was really worried this weirdo was up to no good.” The last comment has Gojo digging into the pudgy skin harder.

You fluster, thinking of their intimate treatment last night,”Uhh..yeah I’m sorry. I stayed at Sugu’s and Satoru’s place yesterday. I was so tired I didn’t even think about going back home.” She hums in response,”I figured—Say, has Satoru here told you that they had visited m—“ Gojo’s voice interrupts Shoko,”I hadn’t really thought it was important, I’ll tell her as soon as you leave.” His voice is low and full with authority. Shoko replies,”I don’t want to leave though. I think you should tell her in front of me.” Shoko and Gojo have a stare off that has you wondering just how severe things were.

“What is she talking about Toru?” Your voice is littered with confusion but your eyes peer at Gojo with trust. Shoko pipes up,”Yeah? What am I talkin about Satoru—there’s a lotttt you still have to tell her.” Gojos hold on you is almost bruising now, a sign that whatever it is, it’s nothing he wants you to know.

“Baby..,”he begins, gentle and trying to find the right thing to say,”I do have a lot to tell you,we do. But I’m not going to tell you here, I’ll get Suguru so we could all talk this out. And you—,” he turns his attention to Shoko, tone now filled with harshness,”Stay out of my business. It’s not your place to tell her things.” Shoko scoffs,”It is my place when you’re trying to change my living arrangements and don’t play that knight in shining armor bs in front of her. You’re gonna make me sick.”

The anxiety buds deep in your body. The nervous sweats, the ringing in your ears, Gojo’s and Shoko’s face becoming less clear. What exactly don’t you know? Is that why Geto walked off like that? You feel your breathing become uneasy something they both quickly pick up on. Gojo is already cooing at you,embracing you against his chest. And Shoko is rubbing your back with regret mixed in with her once motionless features.

“See what you did? You shouldn’t have talked about that in front of her!” Gojo’s volume is light, trying not to spook your already panicking state, but his tone was like hot venom slowly injecting the poison into Shoko’s ears. “As your friend I’m trying to tell you to stop this, it’s not healthy. For you or her. I didn’t mean to make her feel this way.” Gojo scoffs,”Cut the shit. You’re trying to threaten me, if you did care you would’ve discussed this with me privately.”

Shoko scrunches her nose in anger, her rested lips now contorted in a scowl,”Then I’ll talk to you privately now,”she directs her attention towards your quivering form,”We’ll be right back,promise.” She gives Gojo a glance that can be seen as,”Come with me now or I spill.” Gojo looks torn, his brain trying to pick his battles, on one hand he’ll stay with you and you’ll hear what they’ve been up to this whole time, on the other hand he’d leave you here as a nervous wreck, clinging to the wall, and you wouldn’t have a clue about what’s been going on until you hear it from their lips. Gojo thinks of damage control and decides he could make up for leaving you a for a few minutes easy, versus the much more daunting alternative.

Reluctantly Gojo releases his hold,eyes looking sad. “I’ll be right back, if I’m not in three minutes go look for Suguru. Otherwise, just stay here and wait up, okay?” You don’t agree to his directions instead you go to cling to him for his comfort once more but he’s unreachable now. “Please, I have to talk to Shoko.” He looks hurt to leave you this way even if it was temporary, you were beginning to freak out.

He walks off, looking pissed as ever, his eyes emotionlessly on Shoko. And you wait there,still fighting the nervousness brewing. You didn’t want to think about the possibilities of what this could mean for you. Even with the vagueness it’s apparent that this directly had to deal with you. You haven’t known the two men long but their place they have in your life already meant a great deal to you.

The thought of it already slipping between your fingers was nauseating. You could feel the difficulty of swallowing grow harder and harder, your throat becoming taut and voiceless. You were beginning to panic. The lights. The voices of party goers. The blaring music that feels like it’s digging its way into your brain. You couldn’t take it anymore.

You weren’t going to wait for Gojo or look for Geto, you had to get out of here. The promise of fresh air and quiet was like a mind numbing seductress, making you become careless as you hurriedly weave through the crowd. Each step felt way too hard, each one you had to think about instead of just doing. They quicken once you see the door of the front porch, you reach and open it with a big exhale.

But you wished for isolation, and unfortunately a familiar long haired man is conversing with another that has frosted blonde tips. You go to call out for him in relief, however you can’t bring yourself to once you hear him say your name. Now that you’re analyzing the situation Geto looks so tense, his handsome features contorted in pinched brows and a teethy grimace.

You weren’t planning on listening…you really weren’t, the conversation was so compelling though.

“I told you it’s off. I called you yesterday. So don’t even think you can threaten me.” Geto’s voice comes out low and serious.

The other man doesn’t seemed affected by the statement, instead he scoffs with a shrug, smug look on his face. “You shouldn’t have made a bet then. If you were gonna turn soft for some pussy-oh wait I forgot you cucks haven’t even hit it yet. I give her more credit for that, lonely bitch like that and I thought she’d be drooling all over you.”

Geto’s fist clench and it looks like it’s taking everything in him to not sucker punch the man. “Don’t talk about her like that, that’s my girl. And the bets off, like I said. So what she wants to do with her body isn’t a game anymore.” A loud boisterous laugh echoes out in the night, the man before him doubles over in genuine amusement.

“You can’t be serious! Oh my god you really are! You’ve only known the bitch for not even a full month and you’re this wound up about her?! Oh goddd..her pussy must look real good for you to be this whipped. You know I really thought I was going to lose this,her being pathetic and all, but I know I can’t now. You’re crazy over a bitch that hasn’t even put out yet—you know too, Shoko’s told some people about you both going to her dorm yesterday, telling her she won’t need her roommate anymore.” The man’s words are cruel and dripping with a smugness you’ve never thought possible.

Geto stalks closer,”You’re not winning anything. I will ruin your life if you dare meddle in mine or Satoru’s life. You won’t even be future head of your clan anymore—so I’d shut up if I were you. So what’re going you to say now? Still not off for you?” The once cocky man cowers before Geto’s taller frame, his smirk faltering a little bit. Until his eyes catch sight on you. And his next words hit Geto like a bullet,”I don’t have to meddle in anything. You did it to yourself.”

Geto follows Noaya’s line of sight and his eyes become wide. There you are, tears brimming down, shaky, and slowly backing away from the door. You’re speechless. And beyond hurt. You should’ve listen to your gut. People like you don’t live in Geto’s or Gojo’s worlds. It was impossible.

You were only a game to them. A sick way of passing the time for them. You weren’t actually liked or loved, despite what their actions did to your heart, making you so attached so this would hurt even more. You’re so stupid to believe you had something good, something real. You shouldn’t known this wasn’t organic, their pushiness in your life spelt that out for you, big and clear.

But you chose to trust. You chose to believe you were really wanted in such a way you’ve always craved. So you let them touch you, let them say their sweet lies, let them into your isolated life. And it was your fault.

You wanted to yell and shout at Geto, curse him with all viscousness you held in your body. But you’re humiliated above being angry. The same way you were in high school when popular boys would ask out the undesirable friendless nobody. Geto calls for you, reaching for you as he gets nearer to your quivering frame. But despite proximity he seems so far away.

He doesn’t even touch you before you take off, running in the sea of moving bodies. The noises you found overwhelming before were like an escape for the sobs you’re holding back. The few you people you had closest in your life betrayed you—Shoko, Geto, and Gojo. As much as you craving crying in your room the promise of Shoko arriving at the dorm made you woozy. She knew, and she didn’t tell you. Didn’t save you from the pain you feel now.

You were done. There would be no more trusting people for a good awhile. Because the clock just officially struck twelve and now you’re back to what your life used to be. Lonely, pathetic, and uneventful. You’d prefer that because at least it’s true. You make it out the front door, shakily grabbing your phone you order an uber. 2 minutes til its arrival. And you pray and hope none of them find you in that time frame.

You block Geto and Gojo without hesitation. It’s not like they would care, you were just a game to them. You weren’t a real girlfriend. You were worth a bet. That’s it. Now free from the view of people you release your cries into the night. Ugly cries whooshing away into the midnight breeze. You could feel snot drip out of your nose and your lips formed in a jutted pout.

You hear hollers of your name become less distant which already has you tenser. They get nearer and nearer, but so does your uber pulling up in the driveway. A chariot perfect for your escape. Hurriedly you hop in the car, hoping you could depart before they could see you breaking down. Unfortunately you weren’t quick enough. A determined hand stopping the door from shutting completely. Through teary eyes you see snowy white hair.

“Baby..get out the car. Let’s talk this out.” Gojo’s voice is laced with need, his eyes blown wide and erratic. He looks..wild. And it scared you. “No! Leave me alone! I don’t ever wanna see you again! You humiliated me for the last time!” You kick at Gojo, attempting to loosen his grip on he door. He easily catches your leg, his hands embracing your calf with an iron hold.

“It’s not like that, I promise. I—We really do care about you. So just come out and we’ll go home and make this all better.” Your voice comes out shaky,”Oh the home you tried to force me into? You tried to get me out of my dorm last night! And you tricked me! Being all sweet to me, for what?! To brag about the total loser being wrapped around your finger?! No! I’m not gonna be naive anymore!” You pull your leg back with all your might, yet it still isn’t enough for Gojo to let go.

So, you resort to something crazy. You turn to the driver who’s watching the interaction in silence,”Drive!” The driver looks worried,”Are you sure? He’s hanging on the door.” You look at Gojo who’s beginning to tear up as well,”Baby don’t do this..please just let us talk to you,”he pauses, eyes closing as he says,”I love you.”

And that was what made your decision easier. You were worried about the impact of falling off from a moving car but if he wanted to try to manipulate some more that’s what he deserved. “I’m tired of your lies,”turning to driver you complete the sentence,”Drive.” Hearing your confidence the driver steps on the pedal, beginning motion.

Gojo’s grip loosens on your calf and he’s already running to keep up with the car. “Baby, no—“ The car speeds up and eventually Gojo can’t keep pace any longer. He releases you at last but it’s not a smooth landing for him. Before you close the door that’s no longer being held you see Gojo face down on the asphalt, looking akin to a pancake. You almost think about if he’s okay—almost. The empathy fading once you remember the ache in your heart.

You bring your hands to your face, covering the messiness of your despair.

And the whole way to your dorm you stayed that way.

PHASE 3-GET THE GIRL

It had been a month and a half since the incident happened.

And life has been hell. Utter hell. Suddenly you were failing all your classes no matter how hard you studied, you got fired from your job without reason and haven’t been able to get another one, the librarian says you aren’t welcome anymore, now officially banned for being a “disruption.”And to make matters worse nobody would talk to you—not even Shoko. Before you were invisible and that’s why nobody really spoke to you,presently it’s a whole different reason. Whispers of you would be said about you during lectures, mean looks and moving of seats once you came too close. You were full on being treated like a pariah.

You thought life would get better once Geto and Gojo left you alone but it got way worse the more you rejected them. The first couple weeks you’d have extravagant gifts on your doorstep, love notes pasted onto your windows, and all throughout this you and Shoko were not even on speaking terms. After it became silent from them things became worse than ever.

You don’t know exactly how or when, but you have a good feeling on what could be the cause. This was because of your lack of interaction with the pair and you knew it. It was a mystery how they were able to execute everything but unfortunately it was working.

Quickly the lack of basic social interactions were becoming much too hard to handle. You craved at least having the choice of talking to people but that wasn’t even an option anymore. You were a nuisance and treated as such. The only people you knew would accept you with open arms and more, were the reason for your suffering. It wasn’t an option, no matter how bad you felt about your life.

Which brings you here in the deans office, discussing your removal from the university. If you weren’t going to be treated right here you’ll just move. You barely had the money to do it but you would anyway. “I’m aware about your situation and I know it’s really hard to stay when you’re going through that, however I really want you to think about what this will do to your future.” His voice is professional to the core, lacking any form of comfort.

“I know..and I don’t care. I just can’t stay here anymore.” You reply. “Yes…I can see that..” the comment hit deep because you knew it was about your physical appearance. You had let depression get the best of you and it showed apparently. You were wearing clothes that you’ve had on for two days, unbathed, the clothes had various snack stains on them that you couldn’t be bothered to clean up, and your skin looked dull and lifeless. You definitely looked like you were put through the wringer.

“I’ll tell you what,come back in two days and see if you feel the same way.” The deans tone was dismissive, uncaring of your pleads. Probably because he’s somehow in their pockets as well. They’re inescapable. And you felt like eventually you’ll land right back in the palm of their hand. Frowning, you get up from the chair, wordless. You don’t bid a goodbye as you leave. There was no point.

You hate that you knew you were being played with. And you hate that it was starting to work. The more isolated you felt the more you were thinking about being back in their arms, being taken care of. The idea of going back to them seemed so appealing, so much better than being even more lonesome. They loved you, right? It couldn’t be so bad. But those thoughts were always interrupted with logic, what they’re doing isn’t right nor healthy. They’re borderline stalking you and ruining your life. They shouldn’t be rewarded with your submission.

They got to fool you once and you’d make sure they wouldn’t be able to do it twice. When you arrive to your dorm, Shoko’s sitting on the couch but she’s not alone like usual. On either side of her, there’s two men. Two men you wish hadn’t seen ever again. Your first instinct is to walk back out and leave. However, Gojo’s already up before you could even think about moving. He’s consuming your personal space in every way, his arms wrapped around your wide waist with immense strength. And he huffs in deep, almost like he’s sniffing you. “ I missed you so much baby! It’s been so hard to see you when you keep running away from us.” Almost like no time has passed at all. Like he’s been in love with you since the moment he’s laid eyes on you, not playing a cruel joke on you.

You try to push him off but he’s unmoving,”Get off me! Don’t act like you actually care about me! I’m not falling for that again!” Geto speaks for the both of them, now standing next to you and caressing your chubby cheek,”We do care about you, so much you wouldn’t even know. If you let us explain at the party we wouldn’t have to play this silly game with you.”

Shoko arises from the couch, looking less guilty than she has when she looks at you. “I thought they weren’t serious either, but they do really like you. I should’ve told you what they were doing but you make them so happy. And I understand that now, I hope you do too. I’ll let you reunite privately.” After saying her two cents Shoko leaves the dorm, giving you a faint smile as you looked at her with wide eyes.

Gojo places a wet kiss on your cheek,”Now that we’re alone let’s talk like an adults, yeah?” He finally lets you go, but only when Geto is standing in front of the door. Gojo herds you over to the couch, arm on your lower back with quiet dominance.

You expected to settle down on the cushions, instead the man places you onto his lap, arms wrapping around your pudgy tummy. You wiggle a bit but it doesn’t last for long once you realize he’s much too strong to even fight. So you became lax, frowning as you do so. Geto sits next to you, hands reaching for your thighs. You felt so angry you could cry. Why bother you? Why do this if you were just stupid bet? Why not leave you alone?

“You can ask about anything and we’ll answer you honestly. We won’t lie to you, just talk to us.” Geto voice rings out. The first thing to pop up in your head is,”Have you been causing everything?” Despite the promises of honesty you weren’t expecting to hear,”Yes we have.” It floored you. You had expected their faults to be blamed on anyone else. It angered you, but also it made you feel slightly better. “Why? Why not just leave me alone?”

Gojo pipes up behind you, nosing your nape,”You’re asking silly questions. But if it’s not obvious..it’s because we love you. So so much, you can’t leave us again.” He feels you stiffen against him,brows pinched,”But…you don’t even know me that well. We were further part longer than when we started dating. I..just can’t believe that. Especially with what you what you guys did.” Tears are teasing your lash line, to which Geto’s comforting hand darts out, rubbing the apples of your cheeks with a tenderness that has your body swooning.

“We know everything about you. We know what you like to do late at night in the privacy of your room , we know that you wanted love and here it is, sitting right here even though you ran away from us. We could get to know all of you when we’re in a relationship. You just need to stop fighting us.” Geto’s voice is so alluring you’re almost convinced. Pulling your face away from him you say,”I can’t trust you again. You hurt me the worst way possible. I was a joke to both of you. And you weren’t even betting money on me. Is that how little I’m worth?”

Geto’s brows pinch like he’s distressed you feel that way, eyes looking kind as ever. “You’re worth so much more. More than words could ever say. We were naive to your nature before. But once we got to know you it was wraps for us, I promise. The bet was a forgetful thing for us once you became ours.” Ours. The word made you regrettably warm a bit.

It made you feel wanted despite the weeks of unwanted you felt by their hand. It was their fault. But with Gojo placing gentle kisses on your neck and Geto rubbing your thighs with reverence it was hard not to be influenced by their charm.

And their honeyed words. Words that made you feel the best you have in awhile. You were folding and it’s only a matter of time before you’re under them again. A shame, you really wanted to hold out. You wanted this to be the last time they saw you. But you forgot how good they make you feel. How much you matter when you’re with them. No one else has ever been that fond toward you. It’d probably be only them for the rest of your life. And you had a lot of left life to go.

Gojo hums against your skin,”Listen to us. Let us take care of you again. We’re all you need. Don’t think about our past actions, thinking about now. Feel how much we want our pretty little girl back.” That’s when you feel it. Their want. Gojo’s hardened erection throbbing against the plushness of your ass. If they were truly sorry they wouldn’t apologize with their body, with mind numbing pleasure, yet, you’re melting into Gojo’s signs of affections. Perhaps you are as desperate and pathetic as they initially thought, but the promise of care you’ve been longing greatly outweighed your grudge.

Soft whimpers falling from you with every harsh nip on your skin. And that’s when you knew you’d be under them tonight. For the rest of your mortal life you wouldn’t be allowed to leave them. And that’s okay with you. It’s easy to agree when they so carefully peel your clothing off, carrying you to your bedroom with excitement on their irritatingly beautiful mugs.

When you’re placed on your bed, bare and vulnerable compared to their still clothed forms. It was invigorating, feeling the smallest you ever have in your life under their gazes. You never felt small ever—but like this, with them closing in on you like hungry predators starved for the whole winter it was impossible not to.

You no longer care about your unbathed body, or your hairy limbs and cunt. This was raw. Real, something you craved since you found out about their lie. And now you knew their feelings weren’t untrue.

So you reach for Gojo and Geto, pulling them close to your maw. “Show me, show me how much you missed me.” It’s a soft whisper, but that’s all it needed to be for them to take action. Gojo moves first, lips enveloping yours with a fervor you’ve never seen before. His hands wrap all over your softest parts, big hand gripping the pouch of fat on your tummy, rubbing it between the pads of his fingers with dedication.

Geto moves down, suckling on one your nipples and tweaking the other, looking up at you with his honey brown eyes. Like a panther, seducing its prey. He nips at the tip of the peak, then kisses it to ease the burning sensation. He repeats this over and over til he can hear your pretty sounds slipping out from the connection you’re in with his counterpart.

Your back arches, an attempt at furthering the contact with his mouth. Greedy chest, shoving your touch deprived breasts into his mouth.

And he takes it in wholeheartedly. His hand kneads your breast with a touch that’s just enough to have your toes begin to curl. The other is almost all the way in his mouth, suctioning his maw off and on, caressing the tender tissue with care. Gojo pulls away from the kiss, blue eyes hooded and low now. “Tell me, does that feel good?” You moan aloud, brows furrowing in pleasure,”Y-Yes Toru, feels so good!” He grins wide,”Hear that Sugu? You’re making our girl feel so good. Hmm, how about I make you feel better?”

Immediately you feel your head bob, impatient for more lustful gratification. He slithers down to your parted legs, kissing your inner thigh once he’s below. “Ever been ate out before?” Gojo knew the answer, however he just liked to see you get embarrassed. “N-No ahh never.” He has your doughy thighs trapped in his grasp, giant paws surrounding them with unbeatable strength. “You’re gonna love it, I’ll make this pussy feel so good you won’t even be able to speak.” With that he spits a long line of saliva down your pussy, pointer finger rubbing in the spit on your slit. The cool sensation has you arching further into Geto’s mouth. He suckles harder on your boob, eyes watching how you’re already falling apart.

Gojo blows cool air on your wet clit,then rubs it in a circular motion with his thumb. Grinning wide and proud when he can see your pussy winking for him. He takes a big lap all the way down your slit, tongue creeping in the throbbing hole. Flicking up real good, up and down combing his tongue on your ooey goey walls.

Geto releases your breast from his mouth, smile on his face once he sees the big love mark on the flesh. He places a kiss on your cheek, hand rubbing on your plump tummy, greedily watching you wriggle and squirm. “Look at you,a few licks on your cunt and you’re already falling apart. So cute, but don’t think we forgive you for leaving us so easily. You’re going to be punished right now and you’re going to take it,okay?”

His words were understandable but Gojo’s constant attention on your mound had you not comprehending the weight of what was said. He pinches your pudge,”Be good and reply baby.” Geto reminds. Gojo positions his nose upwards, rubbing the tip of it against your throbbing clit, tongue moving in a semi circle in the warmth. His blue eyes barely peek out from behind your tummy, seemingly getting amused by the promise of Geto’s words.

“O-Okay!!” It’s a loud yelp, a conformation to something you don’t know fully. A conformation, nonetheless. Suddenly a red hot sting is felt on your left boob, the impact already causing a blooming mark. Your eyes tear up and you look at Geto confused, lips wobbly and kiss bitten. “Don’t look at me that way, I told you.” With that another slap on the same spot, then another and another til it’s a constant fast flurry. And it doesn’t stop. You’re reeling away from him, trapped by Gojo’s possessive hold on your lower body.

To add to the sensation Gojo takes his tongue out from your hole, maw now favoring to latch on your clit. Two fingers replace the pink muscle, scissoring you open with his big digits. Geto doesn’t stop slapping your boob, cooing at you tauntingly. “It’s okay, it won’t be long til I’m done with this side. Shhh, it could be much worse baby. You really hurt our feelings, you know?” He lands a hit that hurt more than the rest, a blooming staticky feeling growing on the skin.

You begin crying, moans and whimpers slipping from you. And your eyes peering at him pleadingly, lips quivering barely able to get the syllables of his name out. This softens Geto quickly, his prideful mask faltering, and the impacts halt. “Poor baby, if you tell me how sorry you are I’ll stop. And you have to promise not to leave us again. “

You muster the promise with haste, whimpers of pleasure following too when Gojo gives your warmth a particularly strong lick,”I promise not to leave again, e-ever. M’ so sorry, won’t happen again.”

Geto is true to his word, his hand now palming the poor former target of his frustration.”Good, you make me too soft anyway. Your cute little face is enough to convince me you’re sorry.” He places a kiss on your collarbone, lips pulling gently,”How about I join Satoru down below hmm?” His words are lost on you, whimpers and whines only being the replies he hears.

Geto soon is laid flat on his stomach, handsome face now mushed next to Gojo’s which is met with protest. “You’re blocking my view Sugu.” His mouth now free from puckering your clit. “Learn to share, we both can fit.” The black haired man prevents a smile from blooming on his face, finding his own foreshadowing beyond amusing. Gojo huffs with a roll of his eyes but still conforms to the new position, head lowering down to your pulsing cavity, eating up the way it swallows his fingers before he pulls them out.

He makes the absence up with his tongue again, the peak of the muscle exploring your orifice. Then it feels wider, like it’s stretching you further than it had prior. It’s no longer lone. A second slimy thrusting tongue joins the effort. Both attempt to reach the spongiest spot, pressing on gently with a pressure that has you calling out both names. Your thighs try to shut on them, body jerking away, heels kicking on the sheets of the mattress.

Your palms push on their stubborn heads, digits gripping their contrasting colored locks. “T-Too much! Please!” It’s like you didn’t say anything at all. Their greedy maws press further, until you can feel their chins lain flat on the cusp of your ass cheeks, and their noses molded into your folds, huffing the natural scent, like it’s the very oxygen they need to live.

Despite your tummy covering their eyes from your teary view, you know exactly how they’re peering at you. Predatory eyes enjoying the way you’re unraveling, squinting with glee the more and more you plead. The more you attempt to move away, trying to pull your cunt away from their gluttonous taste buds. It’s fruitless, impossible to escape from. No matter how much you flail and beg with broken moans.

You were egging their efforts on. Each time you protested you’re met with two harsh flicks, brushing against that special place. Eyes shutting with a euphoric rush, bitten lips beginning to bleed with your harsh bite. Then a stinging feeling, right at the summit of your hardened little bud, a reminder that moving away won’t only get more flicks if you keep running. But you’re beginning to grow brainless, there were no consequences right now in your head, only the sensation of their tongues seemingly eating you whole.

It was too much. Soon with the persistent stimulation you felt the summit of your gratification arriving. The punishing hand now rubs on your clit, in slow torturous circles that have you leaning your hips further. Back arched in an almost perfect bridge, nose crinkling, brows furrowed, calls of gibberish coming out. “Oh my godddd!” Then the rush of pleasure stops and so does their determined tongues. With your essence on their chins grinning wide and proud, pleased by your confused expression.

“W-Why’d you stop?” Your voice is hoarse and faint. Geto speaks,”You’re just so cute when you look confused. And I want you to cum sitting on me.” With that he lays on his back, body next to yours,his hand pulling you up on his chest, slick adding a sheen onto his shirt. You feel protests budding on your tongue,yet they don’t even come out. Gojo now placed behind you, lifts your hips up effortlessly setting you onto Geto’s lower half of his face. With Gojo creeped behind you,breath fanning on your nape, soft words coming from him,”Don’t be shy. You already belong to us.”

Geto wastes no time to proceed where he left off, tongue tracing all the expanse of your slit,the muscle almost kissing your other hole. You arch back onto Gojo’s chest,neck resting on his clothed chest. “Mhm,just like that. Fuck yourself dumb on Sugu’s face.”

Gojo’s hands wanders down to your supple hips, massaging the plushness with praise. “You sound so good..fuck baby.” You feel Gojo’s cock rubbing on your bare ass, the cotton of his shorts doing no good to stop the pre cum flowing from his tip.

Geto’s paws start digging into the plush of your cheeks, dull nails delving in the flush. His groans vibrate against your mound, hungry and desperate for the taste of you, even going as far as grinding his nose against you. “You taste so good too, wanna taste baby?” Gojo turns your face towards him, swallowing your lips whole, groaning as he humps against your ass. He spits in your mouth, placing your essence back into you. Pretty white lashes kiss the apples of your cheeks, closed tight at the contact.

He pulls away, looking at you pleased. “Tell me how good you taste.” He rubs on your ass harder, hands pacing your back and forth on his length as well as Geto’s face. The man’s face below you looking blissful, eyes closed in serenity, hungry tongue sneaking into your hole.

“I t-taste good!” Gojo squeezes your hips harder,”That’s right, you taste so fucking good. That’s why he’s eating it like this. Best pussy ever. The fattest,”a harsh thrust on your ass,”juiciest,”another gyration,”prettiest cunt ever.” Gojo groans on your neck, resting his head on the slope of your shoulders.

He pulls you taut, rubbing his dick on the crack of your ass. Geto swirls his tongue alllll around your hole, a keen fleeing from you already. The feeling of gratification grows once more and this time it’s not interrupted. Your moans become louder and louder until a milky white decorate Geto’s maw which is still moving despite your arrival. You’re whining and begging for him to stop, looking at Gojo for assistance but he only encourages Geto more.

“Shhh, it’s okay. Just let him taste you baby.” He’s cooing on your flesh, still grinding your lower body onto his length. “T-Toruuu please, n-no more! Make him stop!” He shushes you,”We have to get you nice and prepared to take one of us baby.” You don’t know how long it is until you finally hear the loud pop from under your cunt. Your substance still painting his maw, he looks prideful as ever.

Geto asks,”Feel good?” You nod, leaning your full weight on Gojo’s chest, practically boneless from your orgasm. “Yeah, just feel tired.” You respond. Geto hand grows to travel down to your inner thigh, rubbing his fingers comfortingly. “That’s normal, you did such a good job. Why don’t you go lay on your back for me?”

You obey with the assistance of Gojo once more, almost manhandling you down onto the mattress. Geto arises from his laying position now he slots himself in between your thighs until he’s face to face with you. Gojo positions himself next to your face, cock now free and poking your cherubic cheek. “Too tired to suck babe? I really wanna see if Sugu’s lessons are paying off.” Gojo asks.

You shake your head no and part your lips, nudging closer to his mushroom tip. He gets closer to push all of the peak in, not pushing any further. Your tongue swirls around it, just like how Geto taught you to. Gojo groans,”Mmm, that already feels so good.” Geto above you pulls down both his pants and boxers, dick now resting on your puffy folds. He’s gazing at you with softness,”I’m going to put a bit in,okay?”

You nod, taking more of Gojo into your cavern. The long haired man pushes less than his tip in, the fat expanse of it already having you holding in a gasp. Gojo holds your head taut, pushing his dick even further til you’re halfway at his shaft. “Take it ughhh—yeah just like that. Doing so good, taking two dicks.” Gojo makes you feel better before his big hand almost slams you all the way down to his fluffy white bush.

Geto chides him,”This is her first time and you’re already making her dumb.” Gojo quickly bites back,”You don’t get it, her mouth feels like heaven. I see why you had her doin this all the time.” Geto rolls his eyes as he reluctantly agrees,”It does, she’s such a fast learner. But you don’t know what I’m feeling right now, poor thing is gripping the hell out of me.” Geto addresses you now,” Relax for me cutie, it’s okay I won’t put it all in until you are.”

You try to but it still feels the same for him. He huffs as he places a little bit more of his tip, tipping in n out ever so slowly. Groaning above you, feline orbs watching your mouth bob up and down on Gojo’s cock. “F-Fuck, just like that, keep doing that with your tongue. Such a good girl.” Gojo’s abs flex and his grip on head becomes harsher, practically crushing it with the strength.

You’re more laxed now, eased by the sensation of Geto’s careful motions. He barely goes over his peak, just enough that has you halting your sucking movements. Then he eases the new inches a little more, going even slower, taking his tip out just enough only to slide in a few more each time.

He repeats this until you’re halfway down his shaft, enough length for him to go a a tad faster. He groans bucking his dick up into your greedy warmth. You suck harder on Gojo’s dick, drool pooling down your chin, eyes watering and held shut with the big stretch you feel down below.

Gojo says your name, thrusting his eager hips in your mouth until he hears the delicious sounds of your gags. “So good! Open your eyes baby, look at how good you’re making me feel.” You obey and you’re greeted with Gojo’s flushed face, his pretty pink lips bitten and his teeth complementing the color. “Mhm just like that, keep looking at me while I fuck your face.” His commanding hand pushes you all the way down this time, his pubes now meeting your nostrils. And as the tip of his dick finds refuge in the back of throat Geto decides it’s time you take a little more.

He slides in almost all of his shaft, only one to two inches being away from balls deep. And you flail, hands gripping the sheets as your face contorts because of the lack of oxygen and the added new spreading sensation. It feels like you’re being invaded, slowly molded into being brainless. You couldn’t think anymore. It was just their dicks that consumed your mind, how good they felt, how Gojo’s constantly kissing the back of your throat, how Geto’s had your eyes rolling back.

It was bound to happen. You were bound to be under them this way, mouth abused and poor virgin hold stretched til its wit end. Geto at last bottoms out, balls slapping against your ass cheeks.

He grumbles your name, cooing at you as your body starts bouncing with each powered buck. Four pairs of eyes watch how your softest parts jiggle with his ministrations, Geto even thrusting harder just to see your adorable little pudge move some more.

“You look so good getting fucked baby, all full everywhere, just perfect—fuck and this mouth taking me so well.” Gojo says. Geto rests his head in the crook of your neck, slamming all his length into you with no more consideration. They were hungry—starved and it was showing clearly. Geto reaches for your face, despite it being full, he still caresses it, looking at you like you’re the prettiest thing to ever grace this earth. “Taking me so good, feelin so good too, so wet for me. I-I just might—f-fuck cum.”

Gojo agrees,”Y-Yeah ahh me too, everywhere feels so good baby.” As he says that’s he finally stops his ruthless pace in your mouth. Opting for laying his length a top your face, throbbing with lust. Geto thrusts harder, the grip on your face becomes more prominent. He’s peering into your eyes as he goes in n out dragging his hips deliciously every time he exits.

The white haired man spits a glob of saliva on your cheek, mirroring when he’s done this before. He slaps his cock on your cheek, then places both his hands flat onto both his length and your jowl. He bucks forwards experimentally, whining at the softness of the surface. Geto fucks harder into you, eating up the sight of your face literally getting fucked. He moves his gentle touch down to your neck now, loosely wrapping around it.

Your eyes lull back and you’re babbling. Saying whatever made most sense, none of it did though. All that was coherent was your rambles of “sososogood!” Geto begins jackhammering, the hold on your neck becoming harsher with every entrance and exit of his cock. Gojo thrusts on your visage grow hurried as well, along with more spit pouring down onto your skin.

Your reach for Geto’s biceps, appearing so fucked out it has both of them fighting their climax. You’re tightening around him, legs wrapping so he won’t flee, because there’s no escaping when his cock is making you feel this good. Then you feel it again, the snapping sensation undoing in your belly, releasing the full pinnacle of pleasure. But it was too consuming. Too much for you to stay conscious for.

You fully blacked out. Not even the warmth of Geto’s seed in your cunt could call you back to consciousness, nor Gojo’s finish pooling down your cheek.

The two men hum blissfully , both commenting on how adorable you look just for them. “Do you want to call the movers in the morning?” Gojo asks. “I’ll call them tonight, so by the morning they’ll be here.” Geto replies.

Gojo hums in thought,”What if she’ll get mad at us again?” The man above you pulls out, staring at Gojo with seriousness,”She’ll come with us anyway. After all she promised not to leave again.” He said it with such a darkness, that not even Gojo wants to pry. He hopes you won’t freak out, after all, you need them.

Poor little recluse, too desperate to know you’re with the wrong company. Too late now.



OMG HAI SECOND FIC AND ITS EVEN LONGER! Pls lmk if we like the long fics or not! Maybe I’ll start doing some short ones while I’m writing long ones like these!

The warehouse was already a mess.. gunpowder choking the air, splintered crates spilling weapons across the concrete floor, and the shouts of men ricocheting against steel beams. Jason had just slammed one guy into the wall hard enough to rattle his teeth when the vibration in his pocket cut through the chaos.

He almost ignored it. Almost. But out of concern that it was Bruce or one of his brothers, he pulled it out with one gloved hand, only to see a picture of you and him lighting up his cracked screen.

Immediately he yanked the phone up to his ear, and started firing blind with the other to keep three men pinned down behind a forklift. “Hey, sweetheart,” he said, a little breathless, ducking as a bullet clipped the crate near his head. “Bit of a rough time for me. Can I-... ”

“Jay?” Your voice cracked on his name, small and wet with tears, and it stopped him dead cold. The rest of the sentence died on his tongue.

His stomach dropped. “I’m here,” he softened his voice immediately, pressing the phone tight to his ear. “Talk to me, baby. What’s wrong?”

There was a pause, shaky breaths filtering through, and then you managed, “Jay.. when are you coming home?”

"Fuck me.." Jason swore under his breath, snapping his gun up and taking a shot that knocked the weapon clean from an enemy’s hand. He was moving again, crouching behind a pillar, but his entire focus tunneled in on the voice in his ear. “I’m on my way soon. What’s going on? Are you hurt?”

“No, I just…” Your voice wavered, and then he heard the muffled sob, raw and tired. “My stomach hurts so bad, and I ruined another pair of pajamas, and my head hurts, and everything feels useless.. and I just-... I can’t stop crying and I hate this and I just want you home.”

Something sharp and hot tore through him. His jaw clenched, fury not at you but at the universe itself, at the fact that you were sitting there hurting while he was wasting time with scum who didn’t matter.

“Baby,” Jason said, voice dropping into something low and certain even as gunfire erupted again. “I’m coming home right now. Don’t move, don’t worry about anything. I’ll take care of you.”

One of the thugs tried to rush him then. Jason pivoted smoothly, grabbing the guy by the collar and slamming his head into a steel beam hard enough to drop him like a sack of bricks. “You hear me?” he asked into the phone, catching it as it slipped from his helmet... his only option to hold it with his non-dominant hand now. He was already reaching for his knife with his free hand. “I’m on my way. Five minutes.”

“I didn’t mean to interrupt-..” you tried, voice cracking. You didn't like calling Jason when you knew he was on patrol or working with the team, but you didn't want to call anyone else because you needed him now.

“Interrupt?” Jason barked out a humorless laugh, driving the blade into the thigh of another man before kicking him back. “You think these shitbags are more important than you? Not a chance, baby girl. You call, I answer. Always.”

There was a little sniffle on your end, and Jason’s chest tightened. He shoved his gun back into its holster, switching to his fists. He needed to end this fast, and reloading was taking too much time.

“I’ll be home before you know it,” he promised, hooking an enemy’s arm and snapping it clean in the wrong direction. The guy screamed, but Jason didn’t even look at him, his whole tone softened back into that voice he only used with you. “Put the kettle on if you want, or just stay curled up. I’ll handle the rest when I get there.”

Another thug charged, yelling something incoherent. Jason dropped the phone to his shoulder, holding it pinned with his jaw while he ducked the swing, slammed his elbow into the man’s ribs, and sent him sprawling. “Still with me, baby?” he asked, gritting his teeth as he flipped another.

“Mhm,” you whimpered, quiet. “Just hurry, Jay.”

Jason’s vision went red. “Already done,” he muttered, and ended the fight in a blur of fists and bone.

By the time he jogged out of the warehouse, helmet tucked under his arm and phone back to his ear, his voice was calm again, low and sure, the way he knew you needed. “I’m on the bike now, baby. Two minutes. Just breathe for me until I’m there.”

When he threw the apartment window open, the adrenaline was still sharp in his blood, but it quieted the second his eyes found you.

You were curled on the couch, knees hugged to your chest, blanket wrapped haphazardly around your shoulders. The soft lamplight made your face look paler than usual, your eyes red-rimmed, your expression weary. You looked up at him the moment he stepped inside, and your lips trembled when you whispered, “Jay.”

The helmet clattered onto the table as he dropped it, crossing the room in two strides. He crouched in front of you, cupping your face in his hands, his gloves still on but his hands gentle.

“Hey,” he said softly, his voice stripped of the edge it carried outside. “I’m here. I’m here, baby.”

The moment you leaned forward, burying your face in his chest, his arms locked around you with an instinct that was bone-deep. He held you as if the world could collapse at any second and he’d still keep you upright. The smell of leather and gunpowder clung to him, but beneath it was the steady warmth of Jason himself, his heartbeat strong under your ear and your shoulders instantly sagged while you held onto him.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice muffled. “I didn’t mean to pull you away from work.”

“Don’t.” Jason cut in firmly, tilting your chin up until your watery eyes met his. His gaze was steady, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “Don’t you ever apologize for calling me. I don’t care if I’m mid-fight, I don’t care if the damn sky’s falling.. if you need me, I’m there. Got it.”

Your throat tightened, but you nodded, and he pressed a kiss to your forehead before easing onto the couch beside you. He didn’t let go, just adjusted so you were tucked against him, your head resting on his chest, his arm snug around your shoulders.

“Alright,” he murmured, softer now. “What do you need? Heating pad? Tea? Chocolate? All of the above?”

You let out a little, but earnest, laugh against him, which was exactly what he’d been aiming for. “You don’t have to get me anything...”

“Yes, I do.” He kissed your temple, then shifted to stand, prying himself away despite the way you clung to him. “Five minutes. Don’t move.”

You looked up to him with glassy eyes and nodded, pulling him back down to give him a gentle kiss which he returned with fervor. A small smile came to your face when he lingered against your lips.

He moved into the kitchen with the same determination he carried on the streets, only this time his enemies were cabinet doors and the goddamn tea kettle that never boiled fast enough. He fumbled with the heating pad, muttering curses under his breath when the cord tangled, and nearly burned his hand on the mug because he refused to wait long enough for it to cool.

When he returned, he set the mug carefully on the coffee table, then plugged in the heating pad and eased it against your stomach as he sat back down besides you and pulled you to use him against his broad frame. His big hand covered the pad, pressing it into place as if to anchor it there, and his lips pressed a kiss against your temple.

“Better?” he asked, watching your face closely for any sign that you needed more.

You nodded, leaning into him, and the tension in his shoulders eased. He stayed quiet for a while, just holding you, the weight of his hand moving in slow circles over the heating pad.

Eventually, your hand came to rest over top of his causing a frown to tug at your lips when the marks on his knuckles became apparent to you. Your fingers gently traced over them as if you could absorb his own pain and discomfort.

“You got here so fast.” You whispered, tilting your head further into his shoulder so your tired eyes could meet his.

Jason huffed a laugh, dropping his head back against the couch. “Baby, you don’t know what kind of record I set tonight. Guys probably think I’m possessed the way I cleared that fight.”

You smiled faintly, eyes slipping shut. “All for me?”

“Every time,” he said simply, as if it was the most obvious fact in the world.

Later, when he finally coaxed you into bed, Jason insisted on staying pressed against you, still smelling faintly of smoke and blood despite only wearing his boxers since he didn't want to waste time changing, but didn't want to make you dirty. He lay on his side, one arm under your head, the other draped protectively over your waist, his hand warm against your stomach.

You shifted slightly, wincing, and he rubbed your side in slow, steady circles. “Hate seeing you like this,” he muttered.

“It’s just part of it,” you murmured. “Comes and goes. It's just rough when it comes...”

“Doesn’t mean I have to like it,” he said, pressing a kiss to your head. Then, after a pause, his voice dipped into something softer, but teasing. “But I’ll admit, you’re kinda cute when you call me crying. Never thought I’d hear the Red Hood drop everything over cramps.”

You smacked his chest lightly, but your laugh was real this time, and Jason grinned into your hair. “Shut up.”

“Never,” he said, kissing the edge of your jaw. “Not when I’ve got you here. Not when I get to be the one you call.”

You curled closer, the ache in your stomach dulled by his warmth, and for the first time all day you felt like you could breathe.

Jason stayed awake long after you drifted off, his hand still resting protectively over your stomach, his chest rising and falling in rhythm with yours. Outside, the city raged on, but in this bed, in this moment, it didn’t matter.

Because when you needed him, he was home in the blink of an eye.

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Once, while the two of you are laying in his bed, you’ve got that pretty, post-sex look lingering on your face. You twist one of his messy curls around your finger absentmindedly and say, "You know, I could fix the grey for you. Or are you going for more of a silver fox look intentionally?"

Tommy snorts and laughs and shakes his head because he's only got maybe ten grey hairs on his whole head. "Fuckin' brat," he mutters, pulling you in by the back of the neck to taste your laughter.

There's another instance, too. One of those rare days where they actually finish early at the job site. Tommy uses the free time to pull you from work under the guise of a family emergency, and takes you out for lunch.

Some place that just opened down town with a rustic feel to it, full of windows and exposed aesthetic pipes that have no real use. The waitress is casual but nice. And she smiles when she sees the two of you and exclaims, "Aw! A daddy daughter day! How sweet!"

You and Tommy lock eyes from across the table and hold back your laughter, but neither of you correct her. And as he orders, Tommy can feel your stare. Gaze heavy and wanting and familiar. There's that look in your eyes you always get when you've had one too many on a night out and your mind only continues to process one thing.

He can't fight off the smile that threatens when he glances up at you mid-order. Because you look nothing short of ravenous. And the moment the waitress walks away, you're leaning over the table and kissing him hard.

Licking into his mouth without shame, holding a firm grip on his jaw. It's the kind of kiss that has his blood running hot and his breath coming fast. If you weren't in public, if you were having lunch at his place instead, Tommy thinks he'd take you right here on the fucking table. Shove your jeans down just enough so he could slide in easy, right between your thighs.

But instead, when you pull away, Tommy lingers in your space. Breathes in your exhalation and when you laugh he does, too.

You smile wide and whisper so only the two of you can hear it, "Thanks for lunch, daddy."

And just like that, everything changes.

The dynamic between you changes, and Tommy does, too. Like, on a cell-based, molecular level, he changes.

Because he's never really been into that kinda thing. Sure, he's heard it a time or two. But it's always gone in one ear and out the other. Never really piqued his interest. not until now. Not until he hears the word daddy in your honeyed mouth, said with your sweet, saccharine tongue.

Before the waitress even comes back to the table with your drinks, you and Tommy are gone. Slipped out the front door without a word and back into his truck which he moves to the empty end of the parking lot, away from prying eyes.

And he knows you deserve better than this. Better than a dark alley fuck where you’re frantically unbuckling his belt and climbing into his lap with your skirt pushed up around your hips and a rip in your tights.

But you’re more desperate for him at this moment than you’ve ever been, and Tommy realizes with stark clarity that he may have met his match with you. More than just a casual girlfriend he sees on the weekend. A woman he wants to keep.

He takes you right then and there. Slams up into you with your legs spread wide and your arms hooked around the steering wheel. You’re so fucking wet that the sound of each thrust reverberates against the steel walls of his truck. The windows fog over and you find release with one of his hands wrapped around your neck and the other squeezing the supple flesh of your ass so hard it leaves bruises in the shape of his fingerprints.

You don't talk about it afterwards.

Not at first, anyway.

But two weeks later, you're spending the weekend at his apartment. The third weekend in a row where the two of you put your phones on silent and order take out for dinner every night and smoke shitty weed all afternoon. Two full days of nothing but hedonism.

It's one of those nights that you both maybe take it a little far. Both sober enough to be conscious of your words and actions, but so relaxed that inhibition no longer exists.

You're holding a bottle of whiskey by the neck, standing between his spread thighs as he sits on the edge of his bed. You're laughing at some stupid joke he made, pretty eyes bright and full of elation.

You take a swig from the bottle and Tommy says, "Gimme some."

And you smirk down at him with the whiskey still held in your mouth. Tommy doesn't understand right away, but he does when you cradle his jaw and tug at his bottom lip with the pad of your thumb.

He chuckles low. not surprised but a little dazed. His eyes gloss over with the haziness of lust, and Tommy Miller opens his mouth for you without a second thought.

You lean in close, lips hovering over his, and carefully spit the whiskey into his waiting mouth with this look on your face. Like you've got a craving only he can satisfy, despite the fact that he's been inside you no less than five times in the last twenty four hours.

His pretty, insatiable little girl.

The whiskey is strong and tastes like you and makes him feel all dizzy in a way that has nothing to do with the alcohol. Tommy holds eye contact as he swallows, the smallest drop escaping from the corner of his mouth and dripping down his chin.

You waste no time in cleaning up his mess, running your warm tongue along his skin and sighing at the flavor.

"I've got a question for you," Tommy says, hands on the backs of your thighs. "An' you can't lie to me. Yeah?"

You sit the bottle on his nightstand and lay your hands loosely over his shoulders. "Ask it."

Tommy licks his lips, a little nervous just to bring it up. But he pushes that aside the moment those memories of that day in his truck flash through his mind. The sounds you'd made, the way you'd cried out his name, the way you'd trembled in his lap. "You remember the day a couple weeks ago that I got out early?"

"When we went out for lunch?"

Tommy nods. "Mhm. An' you remember how the waitress...she thought I was your daddy?"

You avert your gaze then, almost like you're bashful. But the smirk that tugs the corners of your pretty lips lets Tommy know that you do remember. Probably just as clearly as he does. Your voice is a little quieter than before as you ask, "What about it?"

"You...d'you like that? Hm? S'that what you want? Want me to be your daddy?"

Just talking about it stirs something deep within him.

You don't answer right away. Your teeth worry your bottom lip and your thighs press together and Tommy thinks he knows the answer, but he wants to hear you say it. Needs you to say the words.

And you try, but it takes a minute for you to gather the courage. "I...uhm. yeah. I mean, I...I liked it. But I wasn't sure how you felt, so I didn't bring it up because...I don't know. I guess I just got a little..."

"Shy?" 

You nod, and Tommy turns his head to press a kiss to the inside of your wrist.

"S'alright, baby. Ain't got nothin' to worry about with me. Just wanna take care of ya." He shifts backwards, moving to sit fully on the bed, tugging you with him. "C'mere. Let me show you."

He leans back against the headboard, and you crawl across the mattress until you're on all fours in front of him.

Tommy takes your face in his hands, squeezing your cheeks together gently, and brings your mouth to his for a searing kiss. He deepens it, licking your tongue, swallowing up the taste of whiskey and honey and forbidden fruit.

But it's over too quickly.

He extends his strong legs and pats the space between them. "Right here, sweetheart."

You obey wordlessly, coming to sit in his lap, back pressed to his chest. You're wearing only one of his old, worn-in t-shirts, and Tommy's grateful for it.

Makes it a whole lot easier for him when he parts your thighs, setting your feet on the outside of his knees. He slips his calloused hands beneath your shirt and feels your soft skin, memorizing the curves of your waist, letting himself savor the softness of your belly.

He moves his hands up further, until he's palming your heavy breasts, massaging carefully, touching you like you're something holy. His thumbs stroke gently over the peaks of your nipples and Tommy grins when you let out a gasp in response. 

“So sensitive,” he says, lips brushing your ear, breath warm against your skin. He kisses the junction of your throat and touches you slowly, almost teasingly. “Just wanna make you feel good. Don’t matter how. hm?”

Tommy slowly slides one hand down your torso, lifting the hem of his t-shirt that you wear to expose your panties—soft, pink cotton that makes his mouth water. 

He drags his fingers along the smooth edge, toying with the cute little bow at the center. “Can daddy touch you here, baby?”

You giggle softly and turn your head, hiding your pretty face in the hollow of his neck. He can feel your smile against the skin of his collar bone, but he doesn’t move any further. not until you fight off your embarrassment to nod, legs falling open just a little further. 

And once you do, Tommy's fingers ghost down the center of your panties. He palms you over the fabric, curling his fingers and dragging his knuckles gently over the seam of your cunt. Already the fabric begins to dampen, clinging to your skin. “So fuckin’ pretty,” he whispers. “Got no idea what you do to me, do you?”

He teases you just like that, with slow, featherlight movements until your breathing grows heavy and you start to squirm in his lap. When you start to tilt your hips towards his hand, seeking out more friction, you can feel his dark laughter against your spine as it rumbles through his chest.

“Shh, I know,” he coos. “You gotta tell me what you want. Hm? Use your words.”

“I want一” you groan in frustration, laying your head back against his shoulder now, hips chasing his intentionally light touch. “Want you to touch me. Want you to make me come, Tommy, please.”

His smile is nothing short of sinister as he urges, “Please, what?”

“Please daddy,” you correct.

And he swears he can feel your clit pulse beneath his hand as you say it. He would love nothing more than to draw this out. To really make you fucking beg for it. For his fingers, his mouth, his love. And Tommy promises himself he will do just that later, but right now? His cock is aching for you, swollen and leaking at the tip, pressed snug against the curve of your ass. “Good job, baby,” he praises. “S’perfect.”

Tommy hooks a single finger beneath the edge of your panties, pulling the fabric to the side, groaning low as he watches your arousal stick to the cotton. You’re so wet. warm and needy, all for him. The prettiest little girl to ever exist and somehow, impossibly, right in his grasp.

“Christ,” he hisses. “Look at you.” he slides a finger through your slick and then brings it to his mouth, humming as he sucks the essence of you off his own skin, the heady taste blooming across his tongue like ambrosia.

You whimper as you watch it up close. “Please, I need you, I…”

Tommy presses a tender kiss to your temple. “I know you do. M’right here, yeah? Daddy's gonna make you feel better.”

He starts with your clit. Circles it slowly at first, building up pressure and momentum, movements free and smooth by the obscene amount of wetness that’s gathered between your legs. Your moans are music to his ears. Pleading, desperate cries of more, more, more. Always more. His insatiable little girl.

And then he slides a finger inside of you. Just one, curling it upwards, pressing in deep and feeling the velvety warmth he’s grown so familiar with. You wrap your hands around his arm and squeeze, holding on tight, sighing in content, happy just to be filled with something.

When he adds a second finger, Tommy creates a wet path with his tongue up the side of your neck and says, “Wanna see you come just like this, sweetheart. Can you do that for me? Hm? Make me proud?”

You nod, but Tommy doesn’t think you’re processing much after he starts to move his fingers inside of you. Your eyes go all glassy in that way he loves and your spine arches, pressing your ass even harder up against his aching cock. Your nails leave cute indents in the skin of his forearm, clutching him for safety. “Yes, yes, please, daddy. Please, I just want一hmm.”

Tommy presses the heel of his palm against your clit, sliding over it with each upwards thrust of his fingers. You’re so fucking beautiful like this. And he’s got the most perfect view. Better than any visual in any porno he’s ever seen.

It doesn’t take long. Your desire is high, and he knows just how you like to be touched. Knows to fuck you hard over fast, knows to hold you tight, knows just how much you like all those filthy words he whispers in your ear.

And right now? Oh, Tommy lays it on thick.

“You hear that, baby? Makin’ a big fuckin’ mess all over the sheets. So fuckin’ wet. All sticky and messy for daddy, huh? An’ so tight. Don’t know what I did to deserve pussy this good. But what I do know is it’s mine now, ain’t it? Pretty little thing. All mine. Say it.”

He knows you’re close. Can feel it in the way you writhe, muscles going tight, chasing that high. “It's yours, daddy. All yours. Please don’t stop I’m gonna—”

“I know, pretty girl. G’on. Come for me.” 

A heart beat passes and you get all quiet on him for a single second, holding your breath deep in your lungs. And on the exhale, it hits hard. You're a moaning mess in his hands, thighs clamping together, sultry moans falling from your honeyed tongue. 

“That's it, there you go,” he encourages, pressing his fingers harder against that soft spot inside you. 

Tommy doesn’t slow until your breathing evens out, draining every last drop of bliss from your bones. Your thighs tremble with aftershocks, but it’s not enough. 

He's a selfish man, your daddy. And he wants more. 

So he pushes you forward until you press your face to the mattress, arms outstretched in front of you, ass perched up and ripe for the taking.

Tommy gropes the supple flesh, palming and squeezing affectionately. “So fucking pretty,” he murmurs. He runs his thumb through your slick folds, admiring the mess he’s made of you. “She’s so wet, baby. Looks like she needs a little help, hm?”

“Yes, yes. Please. Need you inside, wanna feel you.”

The words are beautifully spoken, dripping with want and desire that’s been taken to new heights. Tommy thinks he’s been a fool to have not seen it before. He thinks he should’ve taken on this role for you a hell of a lot sooner. 

“Y’know, my hands are a little tired now, baby.” Tommy's mouth curls up at the corners as he leans forward on his knees and pushes his boxers down just enough to free himself. His dick is flushed and glossy at the tip, hard as stone. He takes it in his hand and slides the head over your wet cunt. “Is it okay if daddy takes care of ya with somethin’ a little bigger?”

Your spine bends as you arch back, pressing yourself against him, spreading your slick over his cock. The friction and warmth of it makes Tommy grit his teeth to hold back the low groan that threatens. “Yes. I want it. I need it.”

He doesn’t waste anymore time, spreading you open and pressing gently inside. You let out this little sigh of relief at being filled and it warms both his heart and that space low in his belly. “There you go, sweetheart,” he says, sinking in all the way, watching as your pussy squeezes tight around him. 

Tommy pulls out slowly, almost all the way, just to slide in a little harder this time. “God, Tommy. You're so—”

He clicks his tongue. “Nuh-uh. What’s my name, baby? Hm? Say it.”

You suddenly get all shy and bashful, and tommy thinks it looks real fucking cute when you turn your head and press your face into the blanket to hide your embarrassment. 

His only response is to grin and shove himself in deeper, chuckling low when you let out a whimper in surprise. He sets a punishing pace; steady and relentless, watching you writhe beneath him. “Oh, I know,” he coos. “But you’re doin’ so good. Talk to me, pretty girl. Tell me who you belong to. Tell me whose pussy this is.”

“Yours,” you cry out. The word is broken in your mouth, so sensitive as your velvet warmth pulses around him. High still from your release, and yet tommy can feel another quickly approaching. “It's yours.”

“Yours, what?” he urges, grunting between each punishing thrust. His hands dig hard into your hips, massaging all your softness.

“S’yours, daddy,” you finally say.

And god. It’s so fucking beautiful. So euphoric that Tommy feels like he’s lost time. Wishes that he would’ve caught on months ago to this little curiosity of yours.

“That's right,” he says, leaning forward. he brackets you with his chest to your back, kissing the nape of your neck and slipping a hand beneath you. It takes only a second for him to find your clit and he groans when it pulses beneath his fingers. “S’all mine. Daddy’s girl, ain’t you?” 

“Yes—yes, god—don’t stop don’t stop, I’m s’fucking—” your words are slurred and pretty as they roll off your tongue.

Tommy takes pride in it. In the way he’s fucked you dumb. “Fuckin’ right you are,” he grits out, keeping his rhythm steady as sweat begins to bead at his hairline. “Give it to me, baby. Come for your daddy.” 

He can feel you clench around him as your orgasm rocks through you, muscles wound real tight, squeezing his cock so fucking good it blurs his vision. He circles your clit in slow, methodical strokes, feeling it throb beneath his fingers. 

It only takes a few seconds before your hands curl in the sheets and you arch your ass back into him. Tommy fucks you a little harder with the new angle, reaching even deeper. “Oh my god, please pleaseplease—hmm—!”

“Shit,” he hisses. A low sound vibrates through his chest, unable to hold it back as pleasure takes hold. His pace falters as he fills you up. Tommy leans back to watch the sight of it; his cock glossy as it mixes with your arousal, pulsing with the added imagery of the mess he’s made of you.

He doesn’t pull out until he’s well and truly spent. He kisses each of your shoulder blades and gently eases back before falling into the comfort of his bed.

You lean forward, a silly smile on your face, looking all pretty and fucked out. A giggle passes through your lips and it makes Tommy laugh. 

“You good?”

You nod, breathing hard, and turn over on your back. “Never better,” you say.

He chuckles low and picks up the half-smoked joint from the ash tray on his bedside table. You watch him, arms tucked behind your head, as he sparks the lighter and inhales deep. Tommy gives you that crooked smile he always wears as he blows the smoke towards the cracked window. “C’mere,” he says. “Come give daddy a kiss.”

And without a moment's hesitation, you come crawling into his lap to slot your mouth against his. It's soft and easy and Tommy thinks, yeah. He's never been better, either. 

When you pull away, it’s only to ask, “Hey—are you busy later?”

“What, you mean like tomorrow?” His brows furrow. “There somethin’ you wanna do?”

“No, I mean like, for the rest of your life.”

He laughs.