This was bad. This was really really bad. Komori was not one to be this horrible of a friend. He loved his friends with all his being, heart and soul, physically and spiritually. So how could he have been so heartless, so careless.

Rintarou Suna was his best friend. Almost like family to him (this is subjective), so what could have possibly possessed Komori to do this.

Suna had insisted Komori meet Osamu, truly pestered the red head about it.

“C’mon toya.” Rin had said with a fox like grin. “I think you guys would get along so well, plus you’re bound to meet him at a family event the way Sakusa and Atsu’s relationship is heading. Wouldn’t it be better for you to meet him now and get it over with?” He had pried all but a couple days ago.

Truth was, Komori had met Osamu in passing numerous times while hanging out with Atsumu, and each time Komori was a flustered blubbering mess of a human.

It was different with Atsumu. He was loud, brazen, attitude personified standing on two legs. Albeit very attractive it was easy to not have any temptations around his cousins boyfriend.

His brother, however, was sex walking.

The first time Komori had met Osamu was when he was meeting up with Atsumu and Kiyoomi to run some errands. Their starting meeting place being Onigiri Miya. He had walked up to the counter unaware that he would be greeted by a man sculpted from an artist of the Roman Empire.

“What can I do ya for?” Osamu had greeted, lazy smile crinkling up to his eyes. Komori had been so flustered by his biceps bulging out of his sleeves his thought and speech bubbles must have gotten mixed up, for instead of whatever he wanted to order he blurted out “you can do me, yeah.”

Komori doesn’t think he had ever walked so fast in his life, when in that moment he spun on his heel and decided to wait for his cousin outside.

The next few times were less awkward but no less embarassing for Komori. These introductions had been spread over the course of a year, he had no idea Rin and Osamu were even friends until his teammate had showed him a picture of his current boyfriend.

So when Rin had brought up the idea that they all go out for Osamu and Komori to get to know each other, since their paths are bound to continue crossing; Komori was … hesitant, to say the least.

Not that he didn’t want to be on good standing terms with his best friends boyfriend and possible cousin in law (is that a thing), but Komori had no idea how to approach this in a civilized adult way. So he did the only thing he could think of to loosen the immanent of anxiety that laid over his skin. Drink.

Two shots for good measure before he left the house to meet with Rin and Osamu at a local bar.

When Komori walked into the establishment, The couple were already sitting in a corner booth next to the bar. Looking at eachother with enough love in their eyes to make the devil sick. It almost made Komori sick, not with them of course, but with himself more than anything. This attraction he had to Osamu had to end here and now. He was going to jeopardize his family, his job, and his friends if he didn’t get his shit together.

In the midst of his panic, Rin had looked up and waved him over. An exhale left Komori as he made his way over to them.

The couple stood, a respectful bow came from Komori and Osamu in response. “Ew stop being so disgustingly formal, Komori come here,” Rin had pulled Komori into a tight hug, lingering as he spoke actual introductions between the two while swaying Komori side to side.

After Rin had finally let Komori go, they sat in their designated seats.

“It’s nice to officially meet you, Rin here talks so much about you.” A casual smile with his arm draped on the back of Rins chair. Amusement flashing in Osamu’s eyes as he picks up his drink to take a sip. Making direct eye contact with Komori who avoids it frantically and sips from his own. Rin’s eyes falter between the two. Seemingly mischievous to see how this plays out.

“All good things I hope, I’ve heard quite a bit about u from Atsumu. Although I’m not too sure u can trust his judgement on most things.” Komori chuckled dryly. His mind running a mile a minute hoping by some grace of god a sinkhole would open underneath his chair and take him. But this had brought a vocal laugh out of Osamu, head thrown back on his chair.

“Ya got that right, can’t trust him for shit. But Rin’s judgement is lot better. All great things, some I can’t wait to see for myself.” A smirk rested on his lips as he leaned forward in his elbow.

After some more small talk, Rin had decided to order the table a round of shots. With the two shots he took at home and the drinks he had been sipping on, Komori got… more than comfortable, to say the least.

“No way! you use to play volleyball too?!” A drunk and overly excited Komori had asked, his butt out of the chair as he now leans his upper body over the table to be closer to Osamu who is telling him some stories of his past. Osamu had his elbows on the table, unbothered by how close Komori had gotten to him. Faces less than a foot apart.

“I have to say it’s a little disappointing Rin hasn’t told you much about me,” he smiles lazily tilting his head to glance as the man sitting next to him. Rin was leaned back, relaxed and unbothered. Shrugging Osamu’s glare off with a sip of his own cup.

“Oh im sure it’s no fault of his! I talk Rins ear off when we’re hanging out or working.“ Komori smiles taking another swig of his drink. Was it his? Komori can’t seem to recall how many glasses or where they were coming from. Osamu was so fun to talk to he can’t believe Kiyo hasn’t introduced them sooner.

“Komori here is always telling me about his dating struggles. Seems no one can do it for him these days.” Rin fakes exasperation. “Almost makes me wanna take him myself.” Rin snickers at him whilst sticking his tongue out teasingly.

Komori’s neck goes red. “Not everyone can be in a perfect relationships like u and atsu,” Another swig from the glass in front of him.

“It’s just hard to find people who can work around our schedule, I’m sure you guys know how tough that is!” His eyes go between the two men in front of him.

“Rin and I have been in each others lives for so long I actually look forward to the days he’s gone,” Osamu chuckles eyes low as he looks over at his lover.

“don’t let him fool you he texts me the second I leave the house begging me to stay,” Rin plays as he shoves Osamu’s face to look the other way.

Komori could only watch them longingly, it would be nice to have someone know u this well. To have someone waiting for you after an away game. The quiet had settled at the table, Komori staring at his drink instead of ahead. He hears a chair squeak.

“I’m getting kind of tired, I think I’m going to head out.” Rin finally says, yawning dramatically as he shoots Osamu a knowing nod. Osamu doesn’t move to get up as Rin takes his stand, but Komori does. “Awe Rin Rin stay out a little longer,” the shorter man frowns, pulling Rin into a tight hug and looking up at him from his chest.

“Osamu will keep you great company. Promise.” A smirk propped on his face and a hand running through Komori’s hair.

After disconnecting with him, a little hesitantly but it also could have been Komori latching onto the spiker; He bent over the table to give Osamu a chaste kiss before waving to them on his way out.

Komori sat at the table with a huff.

Osamu looked at him, deciphering how he should make his next move. The alcohol flowing through his system, making him feel lighter.

“Im sure Rin told ya this already but ya look great tonight,” Komori eyes went wide, the alcohol induced blush on his face worsening from the compliment.

“He mentioned it, it’s weird to hear it from you though.” He laughed dryly. Attempting to offset whatever conversation was about to happen. Komori can’t help but think about how he should’ve left with Rin. How rude was it to stay and hang out with your best friend’s boyfriend. Alone!

A drunken laugh fell from Osamu’s lips. It was a little ridiculous how good he looked under the low lighting of the bar. His sharp edges more pronounced as he lowers his head to look Komori in the eyes.

“Weird? Why’s that Toya? I’m simply stating a fact. As would anyone else in this bar.” His eyes gleamed as he started looking around at the bodies in the building. “If ya don’t believe me should we ask ‘em?” Voice low and seemingly dangerous. Komori’s fight or flight does not exist in the realm of his intoxication right now. All he could focus on was how his name sounded coming out of Osamu’s mouth. Oh he wishes he could come in it instead.

His face must’ve shown some sort of shocked emotion, “Ya don’t need to be so nervous around me, ya mean a lot to Rin, so I’d really like to get to know ya more. Show ya a good time.” A hand rested on top of Komori’s on the table. Calloused and larger than his. His mind was in the gutter. Osamu was not flirting with him there was no way. He was being friendly and genuinely trying to get to know him. As a friend!

They had stayed only a bit longer at the bar. Osamu had managed to slot his legs around Komori’s, occasionally pulling his chair closer when the libero went too far as if this was a normal thing to be doing. Komori wanted to be paying attention to what Osamu was talking about, truly. But the thumb rubbing against his held hand, and the pressure from his leg. Komori’s drunken brain was only ridiculed by mouth watering thoughts. He could not have been subtle in his current state.

Eyes raking over Osamu’s arms that rested on the table, spending more than enough time staring at his chest. Osamu noticed, but left Komori to his own devices as he kept talking about nothing. Flexing his muscles periodically when he felt Komori’s gaze drifting away.

This was dangerous. Komori knew he was drunk and so was Osamu, the last thing he needed was to make a really bad mistake and ruin his relationship with Rin.

“I think I should be heading out, it’s getting late.” Komori states nodding to Osamu as he goes to stand up. Osamu stands with him, never letting go of his hand until. “Let me take ya home. It’s dangerous out there these days. I’d hate to see a pretty thing like you get snatched up.”

Komori is not like his cousin. His resolve is weak.

Osamu’s hand found homage on the other’s waist. Holding him close as they walked side by side to Osamu’s car. As much as Komori swore he was trying to sway away from the man, he somehow found himself slotted under Osamu’s armpit with his arms wrapped his waist. Walking in step with each other as the wind hit their faces. It was cold! What was a man suppose to do? Freeze?

A few moments had passed and Komori was now in the passenger seat of Osamu’s car.

Pulling out his phone he saw a selfie from Rin, letting him know he had got home safe. Smiling, he moved his phone over to show Osamu who just chuckled. Then came in a second text message, “Toya let him take care of you, I’ll see you tomorrow” with a heart and an emoji Komori’s eyes couldn’t seem to focus on.

He really loved his friends, Rin had always been so good to him. He giggled, alcohol still flowing through his body making him happier by the second. He showed Osamu again who just gave his thigh a squeeze. When did he put that there?

“Lub u ur so prety,” is what Komori was able to produce after trying to type on his phone for who knows how long.

By the time he had hit send, his eyes shifted from his phone to the hand on his thigh, then to the road.

“Osamu, you’re too nice for your own good. What if I was crazy! I could be a murderer ya know!” Dropping his phone down in his lap dramatically, voice loud and comfortable.

A laugh escaped from the drivers mouth. Komori wish he could hear it forever. Such an intoxicating sound, he wouldn’t need alcohol ever again.

“Toya, you really shouldn’t make such jokes. What would happen if I was the dangerous one. Pretty lamb like you would just get eaten up. I’m sure you’d like that though”

right hand sliding up higher on Komori’s thigh. His brain was short circuiting. There’s no way Osamu was implying what Komori thought he was. Komori’s eyes shoot up to look around, when did they park.

“Wouldn’t you?” Osamu’s voice was a lot closer now. Komori refusing to meet his eyes stayed facing towards the window.

Mantras of good friendship and being a better person ringing through his head as the ringing in his ears gets louder. Osamu’s hand leaves his thigh and grabs his chin, forcing his passenger to look him in the eyes.

Komori gulped, loud enough for the entire car to hear. He had also realized in his time trying to avoid Osamu’s gaze, that they were not in front of his apartment. In fact, Komori had no idea where they were right now. He had also realized, that he is embarrassingly hard over this fact.

Wasn’t alcohol suppose to make you impotent.

Osamu’s eyes moved around Komori’s face, as if trying to read how he was feeling. Komori didn’t know himself.

He did know however, that there was a very attractive man right in front of him who wanted him. Rin was going to kill him. Selfish he.

Komori met Osamu’s lips with a lunge, messy and full of teeth. Osamu couldn’t help but smile as he went to unbuckle both their seatbelts. Upon hearing the click, the red head had moved to lean over his center console. Osamu had grabbed the back of his head to hold him close as he moved his chair back to give space for Komori to climb on top of him. Whom of which, wasted no time in doing so.

Komori is glad he had the alcohol in his system. Had he not he probably would’ve been worried about who could see them or if the car was shaking.

But right now all he cared about was being as close as possible to the man in front of him. Hips grinding down, his clothed crotch meeting Osamu’s. A soft groan came from Osamu everytime he had lowered himself back down.

Lips moving feverishly against each other in an unknown competition. Who could devour the other more. Osamu’s hands were trailing all over Komori’s torso. Running them over perspirated skin. Their final resting place on Komoris hips, grinding them down harder to chase a release for the both of them.

“Toya, doll, why don’t you come upstairs?” Osamu detached himself from Komoris lips and asked as he trailed wet kisses down his neck. Komori could only nod. Unable to speak as his hips were being dragged along the other. If Osamu didn’t stop soon this would be very embarassing for sober Komori.

Drunk Komori however, did not give two shits about coming in his pants from a little shameless dry humping.

Stilling them both to turn off the car. Osamu had miraculously managed to get them both out of the drivers seat without dropping the other. One hand holding onto him while the other dangled the keys around until he found his apartment fob.

“Hold onto me, I don’t need u falling now.” A hushed voice rang in Komori’s ear. Komori moved his hips to gain some sort of friction as he started licking at Osamu’s neck while he walked. Eyes closed, body acting on its own. It took everything in Osamu’s will power not to just fuck him in the hallway of his apartment complex.

But good things come to those who wait, because the second Osamu closes his apartment door, Komori is grabbing his face and brings him in for another languid kiss. Osamu’s tongue entering Komori’s without permission, exploring the caverns as deep as it’d go.

Osamu mentally thanks himself for not taking Komori to his house, as navigating a home he didn’t know with his eyes closed would have deemed impossible. But, here Osamu was able to lead them both straight to his living room couch. Bed was too far, and Osamu was painfully hard.

Setting Komori down on the couch his free hands immediately darting to the other’s pants, as Komori’s hands still ran their way through the undercut of his hair. Allowing Osamu to take what he pleased as long as he was still touching him.

With a shift in his hips to help Osamu pull his pants down, he broke away for a split second. When the pleasure was at a low and he was able to process what was happening.

Osamu’s hands ran up and down milky thighs and he left sloppy kisses down Komori’s jaw.

“Wait Osamu!” He grabbed the man’s shoulders to steady him and detach off his neck.

“You have a boyfriend, did you forget about that?” Komori looked at him with pleading eyes, slightly watery from the sudden change of body temperature he had just experienced.

Osamu tilted his head, a slow smile appeared on his face as he grabbed Komoris hands and lowered himself onto his knees in front of the couch. Eyes hazed over with want as he put the Libero’s hands on his cheek and neck. Nestling into it feigning innocence.

“I could have another one.” a kiss on his wrist, no eye contact broken.

“Unless ya think ya’d get too selfish.” A kiss to his knee.

“I’d hate for our wonderful Sunarin to feel left out,” he clicked his tongue before licking a strip on the inside of Komori’s thigh, calloused hands now gripping his hips and moving him closer to the edge of the couch in a rush.

Before Komori could rebuttal, Osamu had taken his cock into his mouth with no warning. Hands flew to his hair attempting to remove him, failing as his body laxed immediately in pleasure. On top of that, this was a beautiful sight to see.

This big man on his knees, pleasuring Komori. This was something Komori had only ever seen in his dreams. Though, he didn’t bask in it long as Osamu hollowed his cheeks and ran the underside of Komori’s dick on his tongue.

Breathy moans left the red heads mouth. Head thrown back onto the couch cushion as his hand found its way to Osamu’s Hair. Tugging slightly causing vibrations from Osamu’s moan to course through his veins.

“Hah .. hahhh~” moans louder by the second as Komori felt his stomach contract once. His gut feeling that pool of warmth as Osamu sucked incessantly on his tip. Attempting to hold back his orgasm, Komori went to pry Osamu off of him.

Which worked … lazy grin looking up at him, though simultaneously he feels a finger invade his hole.

Komori shuttered completely, a flash of white fielding his vision as his cock twitches at the intrusion. Coming all over his stomach as Osamu works him through his orgasm, finger thrusting slowly in and out but never fully leaving him.

A line of spit slowly hanging from his mouth onto Komori’s taint, as he felt it make its way towards his hole, adding enough lubrication for Osamu to add a second finger in.

Komori was whining pathetically now. The overstimulation causing him to try and get away, to no avail.

“Oh doll you can’t run away from me, I’m just giving you what you wanted right? Since no one is able to give you what you need I thought I’d be the perfect dildo for you. It’s so very selfless of me, isn’t it?” Osamu’s voice was nothing but condescending, fox eyes following a tilted head looking at Komori as if he was waiting for approval. The sinister smile that settled on his face making Komori squirm again.

Komori’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. Babbles of “Samu please ~” “please please please please~” moaned and gasped in between breaths.

Osamu was on his third finger, scissoring them through making Komori’s chest move up and down at a quickened rate. Tears threatening to spill as the pleasure was too much and not enough at the same time. He was teasing his hole but purposely missing that sweet bundle of nerves that Komori was begging for.

“Samu please ~ I ungghh ~” he moans through his words. “I wanna cum please ~ it’s been so ngghhh ~” Komori can’t finish his thought, the only thing on his mind is chasing the release that was being withheld from him, his entire body craving such a simple touch.

“Since you asked so nicely baby I’ll give you what you want, but remember. I still need to come, okay?” Osamu’s raises from his knees while thrusting his fingers in and out faster. The wet sounds echoing off of his living room walls.

Hovering over the smaller man, knee propping himself up on the couch as he adjusts his hand deeper to finally hit the spot Komori has been begging for.

A loud gasp followed by his back arching. Komori chased the feeling, grinding back on Osamu’s hand.

Osamu began thrusting his hand faster, hitting Komori’s prostate every. single. time. Komori’s back arched off the couch as he turned his head to look at Osamu with tears running down his cheeks.

“Is’ too muc’ Samu ~” a large exhale as Komori finally reached his peak, shooting his streams of white cum all over his stomach once again.

Taking Komori’s mouth into his, as he slows down his hand and kisses him through it. “Motoya, you did so good for me,” Osamu’s voice turned reassures in between kisses as he finally removed his hand from the crevice it resided.

Poor shoko getting the brunt of it all everytime Gojo involuntarily joins her in the med unit to be healed faster, just to be sent on another mission.

To Shoko’s surprise, Geto appears before her on a calm afternoon instead.

“I’m not use to seeing you here, where’s your girl?” Shoko plays coy as she puts her mask over her face and rolls up her sleeves.

Geto sits on her table, her ankle swollen and purple as a result of the latest mission.

“You’d have a better answer for that than me, I haven’t seen her in days it feels. I think her last mission should be over tonight … I’ll probably plan something for us.” Geto talks, more to herself than anything just thinking of what her and Gojo could do once they’re finally alone for more than an hour.

After small talk and Geto asking Shoko about her relationship, she leaves with a curt nod and wave.

“Suguru you’ll never believe the fucking bullshit these mother fuckers have me doing, I have never been more god damn mad in my fucking life.” Gojo Makes her presence known the second she walks in the house. Kicking her shoes off dramatically and dropping her bag on their kitchen counter.

Geto, who was reading on their living room, couch sets her book to the side and looks up

“Hi baby, come tell me about it.” She gestures Gojo to come sit on her lap in between her open arms.

A slight frown rest on Gojo’s face for a second until she sighs it away “Suguboo how did you get prettier since the last time I’ve seen you,”

As she less than gracefully plops on top of her girlfriend, straddling her waist and hugging her chest as if she had just been saved.

“Erry thng hey do ‘s so stupid,” her voice comes out against Sugurus neck.

Geto runs her fingers through Gojos short white hair down towards her back. Her lips finding bare shoulder under a spaghetti strap.

“Which mission was this about?” Geto asks, smooth, calming in a way that Gojo compares to drinking a green tea with one too many sugar cubes on a winter night.

“It started from the very first one four days ago…” Gojo starts her story.

Geto has mastered multi tasking after living with Gojo for numerous years. As she hums and responds when appropriate, her hands slowly find their way onto soft pale skin. Rubbing and lightly scratching in hopes to ease some of her girlfriend’s tension.

A shift in her hips allows Geto to move her knees under her. Slowly raising with her as she moves Gojo onto her back to lean over.

Mouth still laying soft kisses on her jaw and neck as Gojo continues to complain about the higher ups running her fingers through Geto’s long black hair.

“Oh my god and on Tuesday Yaga even went as far as … what are you doing?” Her train of thoughts distracted by their change in position and her back falling onto the couch. “I’m listening just relax, I wanna hear you get it off your chest” Geto says low and sultry. Possibly a bit more flirty than she intended but she can’t help it when she has her super model girlfriend in her arms. God forbid a women gets horny.

Her story continues from where she left off. Geto now trailing soft kisses down her chest, one hand coming up under and unhooking her bra.

“And then the asshole tried to yell at me ?!…” she continues, taking the bra off her arms and removing her shirt afterwards. Geto would have done it for her but seems Gojo is two steps ahead of the other (per usual).

A hand runs up gojos torso, finding home on her chest, fingers rubbing her nipple in between index and thumb as her lips worked her on the other side.

“Then they said ,” a sharp inhale followed by a hand pulling Geto’s hair.

A few moments had passed as Gojo relished in the attention her nipples were receiving. Feeling a little overly sensitive from lack of stimulation over the last few days. Her chest moves following the breaths she’s taking, suddenly aware she’s breathing kind of hard.

“I’m listening my love continue,” Smooth, collected, as if Gojo wasn’t falling apart at the seams right under her hands.

“Right…” she breathed out closing her eyes to try and remember where she had left off.

Somewhere between being scolded for totaling a car and ruining public property, Geto had started leaving a trail of soft kisses and nibbles down her stomach. With a flex of a reaction everytime her mouth touched a new part of Gojos abdomen. Small red marks were left behind. Not that they will last long but pale skin like Gojos always bruised so easily. One of Geto’s favorite things about her.

The untouchable Satoru Gojo, crumbling apart and allowing Suguru to bypass infinity and leave marks between pain and pleasure. The trust that Gojo had poured into Geto’s entire being made her warm everytime she thought about it.

“I think that wasn’t fair to you at all,” Geto finally adds in an opinion that’s more than a couple words. She runs her hands up and down Gojo’s thighs with intentional precision of pulling her underwear down from under her skirt.

Gojo’s breath hitched again, not enough for either of them to hear it. She tilts her head to look at the ceiling, “baby it was so annoying. Everything about it was so … ugh!” Hands thrown over her face in frustration.

Geto peered at Gojo from where she laid between her legs, purple eyes meeting blue for a moment before Geto speaks up again.

“Then let me help you forget about it.” Smooth, voice laced with enough honey to drown Gojo in the sound of it. Her pussy clenches at the statement, as her eyes follow Geto’s head lowering down.

Gojos lost any train of thought she might’ve had about her week, any tension from her shoulders has been magically pulled out of her as Geto’s tongue guides down her slit.

Teasing, prodding around her folds as if it’s searching for something. Geto’s being nothing but a tease, she knows exactly what she’s looking for. Determined to taste every last bit of Gojo before finally settling into her meal, her tongue runs one big lap up her hole through her lips before settling where she belongs.

A gasp leaves Gojo’s lips as she tugs at Geto’s hair. The silkiness forcing Gojo to grab a handful in order to ground herself. Soft mewls leave her lips at first as geto starts lapping her tongue on Gojo’s bud softly. Rubbing circles with her tongue and rubbing lines with her thumbs on Gojo’s hips.

“Baby oh my go~ ngh~” If Gojo had something to say she was only cut off by her body betraying her. As Geto started applying more pressure to Gojo’s clit and sucking through her lips, the noises that left the others mouth were music to her ears. A sirens song that she would fall for over and over again, to be pulled into the trap that is loving and worshipping Satoru Gojo in the only way she knew how.

Uncharacteristically, Gojo is clawing at Geto’s scalp. Attempting to catch her breath to scold her violet eyed girlfriend.

“Stop- ha- teasing baby please -aaugh~” Gojo pleaded, cerulean filled with tears that had yet to fall. Geto hummed in response sending waves of pleasure through Gojo once more. Head thrown back accompanied by another breathy moan.

Sounds of pleasure filled the apartment louder than the girls could have anticipated. Fingers met with Gojo’s heat, intruding with ease. Every simple move made from Geto’s tongue, lips, chin, fingers, and palm has Gojo putty in her hands. Body laxed with tears finally fallen as she starts to feel her core become warm. Gojo had always been sensitive to her orgasms, constantly begging geto to stop before she finally went over. Today was no different.

“Sugu ~mmmfh~ please no I can’t” she sniffled as the pleasure starts to skyrocket. A muscle spasming in response to the lead up of what’s to come.

Detaching her lips and lifting her face just enough to make eye contact, “yes you can angel. You’re doing so good let me do this for you, yeah? “ fingers squelching in and out of Gojo at a rapid pace as geto puppy dogs her eyes while squishing her cheek against Gojo’s pale thigh. Thumb brushing against her sensitive clit every thrust of her hand. As much as she tried to hold back it was all getting too much.

Geto could feel gojos hole start to twitch as her legs followed suit. Breathes becoming shallow as she reached her peak. Geto watched mercilessly, eyes on the masterpiece unfolding in front of her.

Lips parted, chest moving up and down rapidly. Gojo came undone so prettily. Fingers still pushing through the pulses as she settles deep in her lover, thumb applying pressure to her swollen clit, working gojo through her orgasm just a little longer.

“That’s it,” her thumb rubs up and down as Gojo’s stomach flexes instinctively. A whine pushing through her beautiful lips. “Thats it, you’re being such a good girl. I know you love it when mommy takes care of you.”

Gojo’s core has not stopped pulsing as geto refuses to let up during her previous orgasm. Finally lifting her head and sending a trail of spit right over her thumb to help guide her movements faster.

Finally, when geto has had her fill her thumb lifts. Fingers slowly releasing themselves from the grip that held onto them. Gojo gasped at the sudden lost. Opening her eyes and staring at the ceiling, shallow breaths becoming slightly whole again as geto simply leaves small kisses on her thigh. Allowing Gojo to come back to her.

“Baby how are you feeling?” Low, barely audible had it not been only them in the room. Laced with a tone Gojo could never quite make out, knowing the second she says she feels good geto will definitely be on her again.

Geto lifts herself to move her body over gojo’s, chest flush against each other as she hovers her. lips a millimeter away from the other.

“I feel really good, I love you.” A chaste kiss connecting them for a second. “I missed you so much.” Another kiss, lasting longer than the last but still gone almost as soon as it started.

“I had a whole night planned just for you,” Geto adjusts something in her pants and grinds down on Gojo’s heat. Another gasped threatened Gojo’s lips as she looked at her significant other with wide eyes.

“It’s like it’s my birthday.” Gojo giggled burying her face into Geto’s neck. “I’m starting to forget what I was even mad about,” she muffled.

During the day she always has her nose pressed against gojos neck to inhale her perfume. Hoping maybe the smell will stay on her nose.

Shes CONSTANTLY pressing her chest to gojos back no matter where they are to get a whiff of her shampoo or the new perfume she’s wearing.

This obsession also applies when they’re behind closed doors.

Geto does the laundry, and like the pervert she is, she is constantly shoving her face into Gojos used panties.

Gojos caught her a few times.

But she just tells Geto that she has something better for her in the other room.

Geto with no oblivion will always follow Gojo and is more than eager to do what she pleases.

She’ll walk in to see Gojo, legs spread with no underwear on their shared bed.

Presenting herself to her girlfriend as if she’s dinner for the night.

No matter how many times they’ve done this, a blush is always creep on her face and neck.

“Stop staring at me, isn’t this what you wanted.” And yes indeed it is.

Geto always starts slow on nights like these. Will just kiss around the area like a tease.

Inner thigh, hip, stomach, hip, thigh.

Everything gets marked as an excuse for Geto to just stay there and smell.

It’s addictive truly, at points she’s almost coming in her pants before even touching Gojo.

The arousal that exudes off Gojo is something she wants for the rest of her life.

Of course Gojo gets flustered and frustrated. Ushering Getos head to her heat in hopes of getting what she wants.

Of course he knows how Sae is, but he always sees those read receipts and knows that Sae is thinking about him too, even if it is involuntary. It’ll be random “had onigiri for lunch today 😍” or just a photo of Shidou hanging off his bed.

But sometimes Shidou gets bold and will send a quick sext. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you today, come fix the problem you’ve created 🙄” with a sly photo of him grabbing his dick through his shorts.

It’s read instantly, no response for a while tho. Not like Shidou expected any different.

Until his phone pings as he’s getting ready for the shower.

A video sent, Sae has the camera set up on his night stand lazily. Not much thought put into the position as Shidou can only see his thighs up to his nipples. But Saes naked and his cock on full display. Shidou absolutely watched the video numerous times over and even thought about saving it as a Live Photo and setting it to his Lock Screen.

Cause why would he? Isagi had to work for this, there’s no way he’s letting anyone see this side of him and possibly ruin the image he has subconsciously created for himself.

Until one brutal, intense, mind numbing game happens.

Rin can’t wait till they get home, hell he can’t even wait until they’re potentially alone in the locker room together.

While Isagi is celebrating with a couple other teammates on the field after the winning shot was scored, Rin is on a mission.

To get to his boyfriend as quick as possible and recharge.

The winning team goes silent as they watch Rin stomp over to Isagi, assuming he’s going to yell at him for messing with his rhythm during the second half, and wrap his arms around his waist.

He tenses, he knew this was Rin just from the grip alone. But he tenses because what’s gotten into him? Never in a million years would Rin so much as hold his hand under a table while surrounded by people.

So as much as Isagi would have loved to fall back into his boyfriend’s weight and enjoy this moment, he hesitates.

Turning around in his arms and grips his face.

“What’s wrong with you?! Are you sick?” Isagi’s moving his hands around his boyfriend’s face and neck.

Rin is simply leaning into the pressure like a house cat. If it weren’t for the noise of the crowd, you could probably hear him purring.

Isagi continues to spout worries to him asking him all kinds of questions their athletic trainer should be asking before they’re interrupted

“HA! PAY THE FUCK UP!” Charles screech’s.

Rin tenses. Finally coming back to his senses he pushes. Eyes wide as he pushes Isagi back (albeit a bit harder than he would normally ever but he didn’t know what was happening either).

He watches Charles and Karasu bicker. Charles jumping into verticals nobody knew he had, while shouting at Karasu to give him the 15000 yen he owed him.

Eyes back to Isagi. Who looks all but more worried as the seconds pass.

“Rin? Hey I think we should get you to the doctor.” He starts walking towards him, close enough to touch but he doesn’t.

The whole team doesn’t know which scene to watch, Charles and Karasu -

- or Isagi and Rin.

Anyone who chose the later gets a glare that would surely kill them had they not looked away almost immediately.

Chigiris body feels like it’s on fire, goosebumps spread countlessly. Anytime Barou adjusts his grip on his thigh, waist, hip, or dick he can’t help but twitch involuntarily at the contact.

He’s been clawing at his back, gasping for air that never seems to get to him

Finally Chigiri grabs at Barou’s hair still slightly damp from their shower (he argued why should they blow dry their hair if they’re going to just shower again later).

Pulling with any strength left in him Chigiri makes Barou look at him. Eyes low and dark with lust.

“Just fuck me already.” Chigiri pleads eyes wet with tears that haven’t spilt yet.

Barou hums.

“You know you have a game tomorrow, can’t risk you not being able to walk princess.” He coos in chigiris ear finally coming face to face

“But, ” he pressed kisses into chigiris ear.

“If you insist your highness, I aim to serve you after all.” He purrs.

Chigiri rolls his eyes, before he’s able to comment back he feels Barou bottoms out inside him.

//

It made no sense. Reo was smart, charming, full of charisma, and undeniably attractive. Sure there were times he felt like his mask would falter, but no one ever questioned the Rich kid. His parents made him to be the perfect mini ceo in preparation for a future that was inevitable.

Sure to some people he was intolerable and annoying. But Reo wasn’t one to think about people who weren’t him. Then when he met Nagi it was - Reo wasn’t one to think about people who were not him or Nagi. Any one who did not like him genuinely never crossed a single thought in his mind. Whether it be naivety or object permanence.

So why was he currently staring at himself in the bathroom mirror wondering why he is never good enough. Why is he questioning who he is and whether he even deserves to live over something so minuscule as not being apart of a simple birthday party.

Ridiculous, and he knows it. But the dread that’s settled in his stomach is unavoidable. It happens periodically. When he feels 8 again and everyone’s invited but him. After being used for his money year after year. After making sure no one is ever excluded from his. He never liked these people. But it was engrained in his brain that he must do everything he can to maintain connections. So no one gets left behind, right?

Until it’s him. Right.

It felt as though he was staring at a stranger. I guess when he thinks about it, he understands why people don’t like him. Cocky, arrogant, loud, obnoxious, rude. All very negative adjectives one could use to describe him.

He thought this was different. Life was moving different. He thought these people were his friends, he felt included. He had been comfortable enough to maybe show parts of himself he would normally hide.

A dry heave. He’s shaking. This is ridiculous. What did he care what broke, ugly people didn’t want him around. This was such a stupid silly thing and he’s spiraling. Questioning every move he’s ever made.

He doesn’t know how long he’s been in the bathroom, the skin around his nails bloodied and torn and he sits against the wall staring at the cabinets that have been eye level with him for some time now. The feeling of nausea never quite leaving and the panic and guilt that has made home in his stomach fill him to his throat. He wishes he could puke out this apprehensive feeling.

So he tries, first with the coughing, nothing but saliva comes out. Next thing he knows he’s trying his fingers. Anything to get take his mind of the disgusting feeling his skin is giving him. Anything to take his mind off of the spiraling thoughts of perplexed self hatred coming to the fore front of his mind. Would it be easier if he was gone?

The thoughts not fleeting, he needed this out of his system. He needed to be better. He needed — a knock throws him out of his own head.

He freezes, fingers falling slowly out of his mouth as he leans back on his feet away from the toilet bowl.

“Reo?” A familiar, tired voice.

Reo hadn’t realized how cold he was. His body continuing to shake as he moves his legs to sit on his butt in front of the toilet. He doesn’t say anything, too scared to even look towards the door that was opening.

He couldn’t believe this was happening, Nagi was going to see how absolutely horrible he was. He couldn’t even look at the feet that had appeared next to him. Choosing to only stare at the toilet bowl ahead. Maybe if he didn’t move Nagi wouldn’t see him. Wouldn’t be disgusted by his presence and his insides that are currently residing in the toilet. Without a word nagi sat behind him. Legs on either side of reo and pulled his back flush against his chest.

He was warm, and Reo was oh, so cold.

Muscular arms wrapped around him. Tight, as if he held on any looser Reo would float away from his hold.

Reos mind goes blank, body almost getting sent into shock from the sudden change. He wanted to scream, to push Nagi away and tell him to leave him alone. His body didn’t listen to his mind this time though. Relaxing immediately, sinking into nagis hold as if it was made to be there.

Nagi hadn’t said anything since walking in. He didn’t pry about what Reo was doing. In all honesty nagi had no clue what was going on but that Reo must be sick. Why else would he be warm and shivering at the same time? Why else would he be hurling his inside?

So Nagi did what Reo does to him when he’s sick. He holds him. Face resting in the crook of his neck like the last piece of a puzzle being pushed into place.

It’s not long before reos body relax’s, exhaustion finally seeping in after his heart rate has slowed. With his head resting against nagis, his eyes start to flutter shut.

He thinks about how he’ll apologize to Nagi for having to do this. Maybe he’ll buy him a new game. Take him to that ramen place he likes.

“I don’t like when Reo is sick.” Nagi speaks after what feels like hours. Voice soft and assuring. He really had no idea.

Reo takes a deep breath trying to control his breathing. “I’m sorry Nagi, I’m not sick see I’m feeling better now that you’re here.” Shaky. Unassured. Voice shot from the dry heaving that occurred earlier.

“Reo, we should go lay down.” Nagi says almost stubbornly, “my back is starting to hurt.”

Reo would laugh if his body wasn’t worn.

“Nagi you have the party to go to. I’ll wait here for you, yeah?” Reo tries to sound supportive, try’s to make it sound matter of factly. But truth is, his eyes started to water again. The thought of the one person he can’t stand to see leave right now going to a place he’s not even wanted.

“Why would I go if you’re not. That just seems like a pain.”

Oh.

Reo didn’t know how to react. He had never had someone choose him like this. His opinion was never said out loud and yet it’s as if Nagi knew exactly what to say to him without realizing how much it meant.

The tears were leaving his eyes but not for the original reason that brought them there.

He had never had anyone be able to pull him out of a slump like this. Normally he’d fall asleep on the bathroom floor after exhausting his body to the point of no return. He’d wake up a couple hours later with a migraine and go about the rest of his day/night.

This was different. This is what he needed. What he had wished for every other time he was crying on his bathroom floor thinking nothing but negative thoughts. Wished for someone to be here. To hold him. Just to feel wanted.

Whether Nagi knew what was happening or not Reo could not have been more thankful for the distraction. Almost as if he had been saved from himself.

He choked back on sobs, voice hoarse as he spoke “okay, let’s go lay down I’m tired.”

Nagi got up without question, Reo went to push himself off the ground was he was lifted bridal style.

“Nagi! What are u doing” Reo flushed, face turning red as he gripped the blondes shoulders.

“You’re sick, I’m taking you to bed.” Simply said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Reo was use to trying to love. He had never actually received anything back in return, ever. Which was fine. He’d have his episode and he would go about his day. But yet here he is now. Big arms wrapped around him, grounding him. He could breathe more clearly now. A soft chest pillowing his head.

Nagi didn’t know it. Or maybe he did and Reo was unaware. But this would be something Reo cherished forever. He knows this won’t be the last time his mind takes him somewhere like that again. Reo knows he isn’t easy to love. He’s cocky, arrogant, loud, obnoxious, and rude. And yet he has Nagi here by his side despite that all.

As much as Chigiri himself wanted to mourn the lost of his teammate (his friend, though he’d be slow to admit it), he could not just sit and watch reo fall into another one of his depressive spirals that he is so notorious for. Not when they should be celebrating the fact they’ll play on the biggest stage in their u20 careers.

He had made sure reo properly showered and got ready for bed, he couldn’t bring himself to let him fall asleep in his own futon to cry the night away. It would annoy the hell out of everyone trying to sleep around him. Of course Chigiri was only doing this so he could get his beauty rest in (and that wasn’t going to happen had he left reo to his own devices). Not that reo seemed to care he was being walked to a bed that wasn’t his, not that he cared when Chigiri got into bed next to him and asked him if it was okay to touch him. It wasn’t until reo looked at Chigiri with tear filled eyes and a snot covered nose that he stared meekly “you don’t have to do this I can take care of myself”. Chigiri wiped his face roughly with a tissue “I’m not doing this for you, you’re being a pain I’m doing this so I can get proper sleep” he rolled his eyes. Instantaneously to Chigiri calling reo a pain - water works had begun again. He should’ve known his choice of words was going to have that effect.

“You’re getting snot on the pillow, reo will you jus- oh my god.” Chigiri fumbles to grab another tissue and hand it to the sobbing mess next to him.

“You’re going to wake up ugly if you don’t stop crying like this” Chigiri remarks trying to lighten the mood after Reo seemed to quiet down again, they were laying face to face but only Chigiri had his eyes open. He was moving from reos freshly blown dried hair (courtesy to Chigiri once again) to his arm that he’d lightly scratched with his perfectly filed down nails. This was something that his sister always did for him when she knew he was feeling down. It always had such an intense soothing effect on him that he would fall asleep quickly after it started. Considering how worked up Reo had been it had taken a little longer than he would’ve preferred but, nonetheless, he now has a sleeping Reo in front of him. (Everyone in the manshine city sleeping quarters should thank him tomorrow).

He knows how much Reo is hurting and how much he is going to hurt. He knows better than anyone what Blue Lock does to the relationships it’s formed.

A certain orange haired individual pops into his head. Chigiri was never one to mope around when he had things to do. But losing kunigami in the second selection had came to a very close second of moments in his life where he felt the gods were punishing him. He had never meant to open his heart to someone before his career took off, and especially after his accident he had no room to even think about anything else other than trying to get back to normal. So why was it that he had accessed Chigiri so easily.

“What the hell is this?!” Chigiri is dragged out of his thoughts by an annoyed tone. The annoyed tone being none other than Kunigami himself. Perfect timing.

“I wasn’t going to let him cry himself to death tonight, you don’t have to be here. Actually matter of fact, you shouldn’t be here and you know it”. Chigiri had snapped back at him.

Kunigami had made it a habit to come see him before everyone else had filed into the sleeping quarters for the night. They’ve spent a lot of time talking. Not about what happened during his wild card training. Not about anything productive for their relationship. But it had been nice to just be able to see and feel and hear him again. Chigiri had let his defenses down when kunigami swallowed his pride and stopped ignoring the red head. Giving Chigiri a much needed breath of fresh air. However that breath of fresh air was short lasting, considering how much of a dick kunigami was still being, regardless of how much Chigiri tried to look past it.

Kunigami stands over him and Reo. Unmoving. Letting the gears in his head turn about how he was going to move the conversation forward. Chigiri wasn’t sure why he had started this interaction hostile. Maybe it was the memories and pain that were floating around in his head before he showed.

“Trying that again, why is he in my spot?” Kunigami speaks a bit softer still as perplexed. As if just realizing Reo is sleeping soundly next to him.

“I felt bad for him.” Chigiri sighs moving his eyes back to his fingers that are dragging themselves through reos purple hair. “I understand what it’s like,” a glare towards the standing man “you can lay down next to him or you can leave… but I’m not making him move.”

The blanket lifts above reo and kunigami is settling under it with them, elbow propping himself up. “You know I’m not good with this.” Kunigami is staring intently at red eyes. Those red eyes avoiding his at all cost. It’s not that he didn’t want to talk to Chigiri, he wanted nothing more than to pour his heart out and bring them back to where they use to be. Something in his psyche had changed during his time away. He wasn’t himself and he knew Chigiri hated it, “You’re a good friend … to everyone.” Chigiri finally looks back at kunigami. “Even to me, when I don’t deserve even a fraction of what you’ve offered and given me.”

Chigiri did not want to talk about this. Not when reo is in between them, becoming a metaphorical wall for them. Chigiri thinks that’s why Kunigami feels comfortable enough to say something now. Now that they’re not close enough to see the small reactions the other would have. If he doesn’t indulge now, who knows when Kunigami would bring it up again.

“You’re right, you don’t deserve it.” Looking back at Reo. If Kunigami can use the metaphorical wall between them, so can he.

“You give me nothing, I don’t know what you’re thinking ever. I know there’s no point in mourning what once was but, you’re here. It should be easy we should be able to get through this but I can’t get through to you.” Chigiri feels his throat start to tighten. Last thing he wants to do right now is cry. Now when he just consoled Reo, not when kunigami isn’t even able to comfort him.

Yet his eyes betray him and water anyway. He continues,

“Did you plan on just using me to make yourself feel better while you’re still here? Since no one else wants to talk to you? Use me as your faux friend until we’re out of here and you no longer have to entertain me?” He bites his lip determined not to start crying as bad as his friend was just a little earlier. Maybe a planet is in retrograde and that’s why this is happening to them today. That can be the only explanation for all of this to occur.

Kunigami says nothing, Chigiri refuses to meet his eyes and speaks out “if you’re not going to talk then leave, I’m tired.”

Kunigami moves to get up, Chigiri finally looks away from Reo and before he even knows it his hand is reaching for kunigami’s, he was too late to grab it. Not that it mattered when his eyes follow kunigami’s form through the dark room and realize he’s coming to his side of the bed.

Chigiri can’t even process what’s happening before he feels warmth cover his torso, big arms wrapped around his frame as if they were meant to hold. He wanted to hit him. To kick him and tell him to get the fuck off.

Unfairly his body does not get the memo and sinks into kunigami. Orange hair rubbed against his face as Kunigami nestles his head in between his neck and shoulder.

Kunigami wanted to kiss him. Wanted to pepper light kisses all over his body. To worship him. To tell him there’s no way he plans on letting him go after they’re done in blue lock. Wants to tell him he’ll fix himself, he’ll be better for him. He’ll be good and prove to him that he deserves chigiris love, because he’s the only one for him. Tell Chigiri anyone else he finds will never love him to the full extent that his heart has and always will. That every waking moment away from him feels like stepping on glass and he can hardly wait for night to fall to be able to just look in his eyes again.

Unfortunately, trying to verbalize these feelings feels like a knife stabbing kunigami’s throat repeatedly.

“I know this is hard for you.” He says instead. “Just give me a chance, please?”. It was pathetic he knew it was. He was begging. Almost feeling like a last ditch effort to get Chigiri to cave and give him more time.

Chigiri was quiet. Kunigami knew he was awake by his breathing. When Chigiri fell asleep his breathing slowed a significant amount, and he knew that. He knew this meant he had more chances to say something to make it better.

He grabs him tighter, intertwining their legs under the blanket. If Chigiri wanted to move he couldn’t, regardless if he wanted him to leave right now he wasn’t going to and chigiri had no power to make him.

“After blue lock,” the knife in his throat twists. There was no reason for him to not just be able to say what he wants too. He hates this.

“I’ll follow you. Whether you’ll have me or not I need …” he sighs into red hair squeezing his eyes shut. As if he can’t see then he won’t need to face any consequences his words will have.

“I need you. Even if I have to follow you to London.”

His throat was on fire. His emotions too big for him to understand. He wouldn’t be able to get more out if he wanted to.

They laid there for what seemed to be forever. Kunigami shaking, scared for chigiris reaction. Anger was just around the corner, wasn’t this what Chigiri had wanted? Kunigami spoke through the feeling of having his neck and chest stepped on repeatedly and Chigiri was just going to ignore him?

Another minute goes by and Kunigami bites at chigiris clothed shoulder.

“Ow! What the fuck was that for!” Chirgiri started loud before dropping to a whisper remembering their sleeping friend next to him.

“Say something Hyouma.” Kunigami pleads.

Kunigami hadn’t said chigiris given name since before he left. Chigiri knew better than to give in to the manipulation. That this could all be a lie just to get him to stop being mad at him. Hell, it probably was. But that doesn’t mean Chigiri can’t at least play pretend. Even if he knows kunigami doesn’t mean anything he says.

“What changes anyway.” He sighs resting his body back into kunigami. “You’ll go to Paris, I still won’t have you.”

Chigiri eyelashes flutter shut. It’s been a long day. He continues,

“I fucked up my leg in that last game. I think everyone was too distracted about you know who to realize. I’ve been practically limping since the adrenaline wore off.” He hadn’t wanted to say anything to anyone. He was going to deal with it alone like he always had before. But maybe playing pretend with Kunigami has him feeling soft.

“What if we pretended everything was fine. I wouldn’t need you to talk to me just, do what you’re doing right now. And I’ll act like you don’t piss me off every-time I see you.” Chigiri bargains. He knows kunigami won’t fight him in this.

“If that’s what you want,” he heard muffled into his shoulder. He feels small kisses start on his neck. Straining his head to the side so Kunigami has more room. He won’t let it go farther than this. Not forgetting that Reo is still very much sharing a pillow with them.

FWB Suguru letting you over in the middle of the night and letting you cry on his shoulder because you just went through another failed relationship

FWB Satorou Finding this out from Geto and buying you your favorite sweets from wherever he is in the world at that moment to give to you when he gets back

FWB Suguru fucking some sense into after hearing you say you think youre unlovable

FWB Satorou taking you shopping when he gets back from his trip to make you feel better, buying you lingerie you promise only him and Suguru will ever get to see

FWB Satosugu begging you to give them a try on haul once you get back from shopping with gojo

FWB Satosugu making you lay down with them to watch a movie on getos bed naked because youre “already half way there and whats the point on putting on clothes just to take them off again”