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tokyo kilos - dawn fm radio

content warning (s): mature language, mention of drugs, drug use - mary jane, hard dom!megumi, brief oral (m receiving), deepthroating, unprotected sex, rough sex, g-spot sex, slight degradation, asphyxiation, hand ponytail, dirty talk, choking, arm vein kink-ish, slight size kink, slight dacryphilia, manhandling, spit, one moment of spanking, overstimulation, use of pet name (baby & bunny), bit of breeding and corruption, cute little aftersex moment.

summary: Fushiguro Megumi is bored to death of the repetition of each day, sell the load and receive his payment. Drug dealing wasn’t ideal but it pays well, and brought you to him. The change of scenery and pace with you gave him a reason to look forward to something again.

pairing: drug dealer!fushiguro megumi x fem!reader

word count: 4k

a/n: this is the first track (fic) to my dawn fm series! i’m so excited to be FINALLY starting this series, because this has been in the works…for years…BUT THAT’S OKAY. i had the absolute best time writing because this megumi has me in a chokehold and feral like a bunny. enjoy the meal my loves.

song (s) inspiration: ‘gasoline’ - the weeknd || ‘florida kilos’ - lana del rey

inspired board: tokyo kilos pin board

banner credit: made it myself, but the megumi art is by @/nijuunisai1 on twitter

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Megumi shuts the car door behind him, finally getting the silence he wanted for the past hour. The deal was longer than it needed to be because the client kept asking him idiotic questions that he should’ve spoken to his boss before having him endure nothing but stupidity. Megumi doesn’t have much patience in this line of work, or more like care. In the beginning, it was intriguing and beneficial to him due to the easy access of weed for himself, but it soon became boring.

Repeating the same thing everyday was boring. There was no change, except for the supply he needed to deliver to others. The demand for different drugs fluctuated in the city, so it made him work late into the nights. Megumi wasn’t one for hardcore drugs, but he does oblige every once in awhile. However, he is more of a weed and cigarette type of man.

Megumi lifts his hips up from the driver seat to pull the joint box from his jean pocket, and slips one of his pre-rolled joints in his fingers. He taps the end of the joint against the box, making sure the plant is thoroughly at the tip. Slipping the joint in between his lips, he uses his hand to cover as he lights up the roll. As he takes the first drag, he tilts his head towards the car roof and lets the smoke reflect off it as he releases the air in between his lungs.

Drug dealing wasn’t the ideal job Megumi had in mind, but it paid well and gave him an endless supply of his beloved plant, most importantly, it brought you to him. You happened to be at one of the small deals he used to do with people, and once his eyes met yours, it was as if you sucked him out of an abyss. You made everything a lot more bearable. The change of scenery and pace with you gave him a reason to look forward to something again. As soon as Megumi laid his eyes on you, he knew he needed you as much as the plant he smokes. Probably even more so.

As he takes another drag, he pulls his phone out and his fingers go on autopilot. He probably shouldn’t be calling you at the time he is but he honestly doesnt give a fuck. He knows you will answer regardless of the time, that is one of the things he loves about you the most.

Your sleepy voice fills the space in the smokey car, and it goes straight to his groin.

“Do you always know it's me?” and all he gets in response is a muffled groan. The sound makes his cock swell under his jeans.

“Sleepy bunny, come to my place.” he whispers into the phone.

“And how exactly would I be getting there?”

“Don’t ask questions you already know the answer to.” Before you can reply, he continues, “I’ll be there in 30.”

You scoff through the phone, “Make that 25.” A smile spreads across Megumi’s lips as he takes a drag. You already know how fast Megumi drives when there is absolutely no one on the roads at 5AM.

“Wear something pretty for me, bunny.” He teases.

“When don’t I ever?” You say before killing the line.

Megumi takes a quick puff before rolling down the window and flicking his finished joint onto the wet cement below. Just for the comment you made, he will surely make it in 20 because there is nothing better than being with you or in you at the end of every night

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Megumi hasn't given you a rest since you got into his car. There is something about not having you for a couple of hours that makes him a feral bunny in heat. He doesn’t call you bunny for no reason, because you feel the exact same way. The new midnight blue lingerie set you had underneath your long black coat was one of my many reasons as to why you came all over the passenger seat of his car. He loves seeing his favorite color against the softness of your skin.

The moment you guys closed the front door into Megumi’s house, he tore the coat off you so he could fully bask in the glory of the lingerie set you had on for him. His cock pulsed, leaving him to groan as he gripped his cock through his trousers, never once letting his eyes off you. His reaction to you and your body made you shiver from the anticipation. Megumi wanted his cock in your pussy badly, he loves to feel your cunt clenching around him. As you stand there breathless, you stare up to him as he stalks closer towards you and the look in his eyes swallows you whole. Megumi’s pupils are dilated, it may be from weed or what's before him.

A menacing grin spreads across both of your lips, and you smash your mouth against Megumis. Your teeth clash against each other, and take whatever you both can take. As you suck on Megumi’s tongue, he groans into you and the vibration against you flows straight down to your clit. Megumi’s mouth leaves you to bite and nibble on your jawline as he reaches down to touch your bare soaked pussy.

A low chuckle comes from him as he says, “I can already imagine how wet you were making yourself just thinking about wearing this beauty of a set for me.” Megumi pushes you against the fragile thing they call a door in these japanese homes. You can hear the creak in the hinges but you can honestly not give a shit, and neither does he. It wouldn't be the first time you guys broke something while having sex.

As Megumi moves his mouth towards your ear, he can smell you. The perfume you love so much makes his cock rush with blood, because he can smell it everytime you sweat from how good he fucks you. He takes a deep inhale of your scent and bites unto on your earlobe, “No panties either, God you're so sick, and I fucking love it.”

His words make you whimper for him. Your body is always ready for him, and in tune with him. As a natural body reaction, you feel Megumi’s hands grip underneath your thighs and you jump on him. Your sensitive nipples rub against the fabric of the lingerie and his hoodie as he moves you both up the stairs into the bedroom.

You busy your mouth onto the crook of Megumi's neck, kissing and sucking, leaving every trace of your claim of him on his skin. The smell of his clean body wash invades you. The smell of him is so intoxicating, you can’t get enough of it; You're practically humping him as he carries you both into the bedroom. Megumi slides you down his body, leaving you to feel his erection against your soaked pussy on your way down. You grip his forearms to orient yourself, however, he doesn’t give you a moment before he ever so roughly nudges you back.

You fall onto a soft plush futon, and the sight before you never fails to spread a smile across your face. Megumi’s tall figure stands over you, with pure lust and something else he hasn’t admitted to yet. As you leave Megumi’s gaze, your eyes trail down his body, you can see the wet spot you left behind on his crotch. You settle your legs beneath you to kneel and bring your hands to Megumi’s calves, letting them rise ever so slowly to reach the tent that is bursting through the zipper.

Megumi watches your every move as he reaches into his back pocket, retrieving his joint box. You watch him as you stroke him through his trousers. He takes a joint between his long large fingers, tapping the end against the box and slips it between his pink plump lips. The action directs your attention to his muscular but lean arms. The veins on his forearm run all the way down to the top of his palm. The sight of them makes you want to trail your fingers or around your neck. Megumi is your walking kink-galore.

Not a second to waste, you keep your eyes locked on his as you release his hard cock and give him a few slow pumps. Megumi gives you a smug grin through the joint, leaving you to spit on his cock. The spit you gave his cock lets your palm glide easily against the soft hot skin. Each pump on his cock lets you feel the multiple sets of stimulating veins on it. You lean forward to lick the precum off his tip as he lights the joint between his lips. You can feel his cock pulse against your warm tongue.

As you watch him inhale the first hit, you take him fully into your mouth. He tilts his head towards the ceiling and groans as he releases the air in between his lungs. The buzz from the hit and the heat from your mouth wrapped around his cock feels out of this world. Everything with you is out of this world. You continue to take him into your mouth, feeling him hit the back of your throat each time you move back and forth on his cock.

Megumi looks down at you, taking him so perfectly, and loves seeing how your eyes are already on him. He takes his free hand and gathers your hair into a makeshift ponytail, allowing him a better view. The grip he has in your hair makes you moan around his cock. The vibrations make him groan loudly. Megumi is always very vocal, and he knows these walls are not good at soundproofing. He takes another drag of his joint and you take this moment to deepthroat him.

“Look at you, so eager to take my cock in your mouth.” Megumi grunts as he lets out his hit. “Such a good, dirty bunny.”

The feeling of his cock against the back of your throat and his dirty praise makes your pussy clench. Megumi takes this as an opportunity to fuck your throat, and he isnt sweet about it. The sounds your mouth makes as he thrusts into it are dirty and lewd, but it turns you on so much. You leave your hands against the fabric of his jeans, and give him full reign over you.

The joint in his hand comes to his mouth and takes a drag, making sure the ash doesn’t fall onto you. Megumi did this without missing a beat of his rough thrusts. You're sure the mascara is running from the tears in your eyes. You are at the edge, and want to fall entirely. Bringing your hand between your legs, you could feel how soaked your cunt is. Just a small touch to your swollen clit made you flinch from how sensitive it is.

Megumi could see you rubbing yourself and he knew you were at the edge. He picks up the pace, “Faster,” he commands. With his command, you rubbed yourself faster and before you knew it, you fell into pure bliss. What pushed you further into your orgasm was how Megumi thrust his cock into the back of your throat, and held it there. You’re practically choking on his cock and it’s bringing you pure euphoria. You convulse against him which allows him to know to loosen his hold on you.

The wet gasp you make as you come off of his cock fills the room, and you fall back onto the futon; you’re twitching and convulsing from the orgasm, and the sight makes Megumi fist his soaked cock to stop himself from coming to it. He wants his seed inside you tonight, and he is not wasting any drop of it.

Megumi allows you to gather your wits as he takes the final drag of the joint before discarding it on the ashtray on the small side table. As you come down, Megumi's back faces you as he begins to take off his clothes. He reaches from behind and pulls off his black hoodie in one swift move allowing you to see his tattoo tone back in the full moonlight. You love seeing the intricate work all over his body, even the lipstick tattoo stain of your lips that he added to his body. The little bunny ears on top of it always makes your heart swell at the sight of it. You let your eyes trail down his gorgeous body as he turned around. The sight of how wet his crotch is should embarrass you but it turns you on, even if you just came.

You bring yourself and support your body on your forearms as you continue to gawk at the man. He pulls his jeans down along with his boxers and his cock bounces with each movement he makes. You're amazed at the restirest this man has because that’s something you do not have.

Megumi stands over you completely bare, and he strokes himself to the view before him; your tear stained cheeks, chest heaving, and plump lips. You let Megumi know you were ready for him by opening your legs to him, allowing a full view of the glistening folds.

“Fuck, baby.” He grunts. “I’m pumping every last drop into that perfect cunt of yours.”

The comment makes a devilish smile spread across your lips as you spread your legs wider for him. Megumi growls as he leaps onto you, falling right between your legs. He grips your hip garter belt and pulls your waist onto his thighs, positioning his cock at your soaked entrance. Megumi leans forward and a sliver of his spit falls onto your folds, making you groan at the action. You love how filthy it makes you feel.

Megumi’s cock slides into you without any resistance, and the sensation is glorious. You’ve been waiting all night – all day – to have him inside you. As he thrusts into you, he holds each one. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. He brings his hand up and tugs the front part of the lingerie set, letting your tits bounce free. Megumi does this so he could see them bounce with each thrust he gives you. He gives one of your nipples a quick pinch, causing you to arch into him from the pain.

He moves his hands to grip your hip garter belt again and begins to thrust into you with fast rough pace. You give him entire control over your body. He knows exactly what your body needs to make you quiver under his touch. The sound of skin slapping against each other fills the room, and you could feel Megumi's cock hit against the right spot inside you.

“Fuck, yes baby.” You moan. “Right there, I can feel your cock.”

Megumi just grunts at your lewd words, but they encourage him on. He pushes himself further, and he can hear his heart beat in his ear. The hip garter belt is beginning to deteriorate under the sheer grip he has on them; they aren't enough. He loosens his hold on you and stops his thrusts, leaving you in disarray. You were practically on the edge again.

“M-Megumi.” you whine. His name rolling off your tongue makes his cock twitch inside you.

He lifts your body into his and scoots you both up the bed, leaving your back against the wooden headboard. Megumi gathers the pillows on the bed, stuffing them behind you to cushion and support you. He changes the position he has you in, without slipping out of you. The position he has you in is an upright angle and as he grips your upper thighs, you wrap your arms around his neck and hold on tight for the ride. He plows back into you with such great force, you could feel his cock hit your g-spot entirely.

The flimsy wood headboard pounds against the wall as Megumi slams into your cunt continuing his menacing pace, making your entire body bounce with thrust and you can feel him every single time. Your pussy clenches around him, and you could feel your orgasm beginning to creep in again.

“Yes, yes, yes.” You scream. “Use me, fucking use me.” You can feel yourself on the brink. “I’m about to come, Fill me up with your come.”

The words triggered Megumi's animalistic side, which you knew they would, because you love what happens after. His hold leaves your hips and he wraps his hands around your neck, and squeezes.

The action leaves you in his complete mercy. Megumi squeezes tighter, restricting evenmore air flow. Your breath has been taken away, and your hands fly on top of Megumis. All you can feel is his cock hitting your g-spot and you make the most lewd face ever; eyes rolled back and mouth wide open. You feel something snap within, and in unison, you both come together. You come so hard on his cock that you begin to see stars, and dig your nails into his forearms as you feel Megumi’s final thrust into you.

Megumi’s hands loosen around your neck. He groans as he spills into you, shuddering as he feels you clench around him. As if your cunt doesn’t want to waste a single drop he is giving. He leans into you, resting his sweat covered forehead against yours. Megumi uses his chin to nudge your head to the side to allow himself to leave a soft kiss against your temple. The action makes you whimper due to your oversensitized body. A chuckle espaces him, making a droopy smile form across your lips.

He slips out of you with a pop, and you feel empty yet so full. Megumi brings you out of trance as he speaks to you in a hush tone.

“Oh bunny, I’m using you all night until dawn.” Megumi always follows through to his words.

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Blue hour began to shine through the bedroom window, letting you know that dawn did arrive and you’ve been thoroughly fucked. Although you were tired and sore, it didn’t stop you from looking over Megumi’s sleeping figure beside you. You love seeing Megumi’s features in the blue morning light. He looked so comfortable and warm beside you, his arms wrapped around your bare waist. The thought of how this ‘cold’ person has entirely let you in warms and squeezes your heart.

“I love it when you watch me sleep.” Megumi says, his voice groggy and deep. Jesus, the sound of his morning voice always makes your body tingle all over. Not letting his voice distract you, you slap his chest.

“You weren’t supposed to catch me.” you tease. Megumi chuckles at you and tugs your body further into his, letting himself to the crook of your neck. He gives you soft sweet kisses up your neck to behind the back of your ear. The action sends goosebumps down your body. You can hear him inhale your scent and groan. Before you could let yourself think further, Megumi’s phone begins to ring. He snarls as he breaks away from you to retrieve the ringing phone across the bedroom floor.

“What." Megumi answers. No introduction, just straight to the point. You would hate to be on the other end of that call if he spoke to you like that. However, it makes sense because Megumi hates having his time with you be interrupted.

“That sounds like a problem that has nothing to do with me.” Megumi scoffs and hangs up, tossing his phone back onto the floor. He reaches over and snatches the joint box from the side table along with the lighter, and returns back to you.

Settling beside you again, Megumi retrieves a joint and does his usual tap on the end of the joint; however, before he could slip it between his lips, you snatch it and bring it to yours. You lay on your side, leg bent up, and support yourself on your forearms, as you look up at his sitting figure.

“Be a good boy and light me.” you say with teasing eyes. A surprised yelp comes from you as Megumi gives you a good loud slap on the ass. The slap goes straight to your pussy.

He opens the lighter and leans towards the joint between your lips. He flicks the spark wheel and it lights on the first one. The warm light reflects off of your beautiful features, and Megumi is mesmerized by you all over again. He catches your eyes already looking at him and his lips lift to an endearing smile.

The first drag into your lungs burns, but you hold it in. You lift yourself up from your forearms, making sure the burnt joint end doesn’t touch him. Megumi snakes his arm under your waist to support you up to him. He meets you in the middle as your lips meet his. You both open your both and you exhale the intoxicating smoke into his mouth, sharing the high between each other. Megumi inhales the taste of you and his beloved plant into him, and gives you a soft sultry kiss against your lips.

He tightens his hold around your waist and hauls you into his arms, getting a fit of giggles to escape from you. Megumi settles you on top of him, your bare pussy on top of his semi-hard cock, this man is always hard for you. You just have a silent smoke session, nothing needs to be said anyways, you just bask in each other's presence as you pass the joint between each other. Naked presence to be exact.

Megumi lifts his hand to the cross necklace on your chest, and toys with it. It’s a funny joke between both of you about how filthy a girl you are, yet there is a gold cross hanging from your neck. You tilt your head up as you open your mouth to let the smoke slowly drift into the air. Which gives Megumi the urge and opportunity to trail his fingertips over your throat. The intimate touch makes your eyes fall close and shiver under his touch. The shiver makes your nipples hard, letting him see the effect his touch has on you.

You bring your gaze down to him and gently grasp his hand in yours, placing it against the center of your smooth chest. He can feel your warmth and heartbeat under his rough palm. You give eachother sweet smiles.

"If I die, just wrap my body in these sheets and pour gasoline.” Megumi says without any hesitation. The randomness of this comment makes your eyebrow arch in question.

“Why is that?” you ask as you pass the last of the joint to him.

Megumi takes the last drag and places the used tip on one of the many ash trays that lay around the house. “It smells of you and I don't care much for anything else.”

His words make your heart skip a beat and you laugh at how utterly serious he is. Megumi loves hearing your laugh, the way it makes his heart swell and the way your nose scrunches. If he could hear one thing for the rest of his life, it would either be the sound of his name rolling off your tongue or your laugh.

The weed is making your body feel extra heavy or it may be from how physically exhausted Megumi made you. You lower your torso and lay against him, skin to skin, snuggling into his warmth. The room is quiet allowing you both to hear the sound of each other's heartbeats and the low music coming from the bedroom radio.

“You're such a nihilist.” you whisper jokingly against his chest, giving his pec a kiss.

Megumi caresses the top of your head on him before lowering his lips to it, “Until you.” he whispers back before placing a soft kiss.

You believe him, because you’ve never felt more safe and loved than in his arms.

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sugarbooger513 · 3 months ago

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they didnt mention sukuna tho so pls I'm on my knees begging for more stepcest sukuna

𝔞𝔟𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔯𝔬𝔱 - (n.) the color of the sky while the sun is setting

✨Masterlist | Tag List | Ask Box✨ ☽ cw: stepbrother!sukuna, explicit content, explicit language, step!cest, gentle/teasing sukuna ☽ a/n: ill take more step!cest requests in my asks ;p

You’re a good daughter. You swear it.

You pull your weight around the house. You maintain your 4.0 in school, being on track to graduate college with honors. You help your mom when she needs help bringing in the groceries. You even help out Sukuna when they have college games that they have to attend, doing the occasional assignment for him.

If you’re a good daughter, why do you feel so bad? So dirty?

You can’t even look your step father in the face considering what you’ve been doing with his son. Frankly, you’re shocked that you manage to interact with your mom, let alone Yuji who look just like him.

Your body heats up at the sound of the door opening. It’s crazy that you’ve gotten so used to what he sounds like. You’re able to distinguish every move he makes around the house. His very footsteps time with the ceaseless throbbing between your legs whenever he’s near.

His sports bag slides across the counter as the door clicks shut, settling in the center of the granite slab.

“Baby~” He croons at you from across the room. His condescending tone rakes shivers down your back, settling at your pulsing center.

You don’t respond as you focus intently on the strawberries you’re slicing. Maybe not paying attention to him will work for once. Maybe he’ll give you time to work through your feelings.

You should know that he wants you too badly to ever leave you alone again.

“Ignoring me? Really mature.” He chuckles teasingly as he approaches you. “What’s crawled up your ass today, sweetheart?”

“Nothin’...” You blush heavily, letting the curtain of your hair cover your face so he can’t see and tease you over it.

“Come on now,” he tucks your hair behind your ear and smirks at the pretty flush covering your cheekbones. His tone is gentle, like he’s trying to pull you out of wherever your head has gone. “Talk to me.”

His arms come around you, caging you against the counter as he pulls your hair over one shoulder. He kisses along the column of your neck, lulling you into his touch even as your face grows redder.

“Not out here-” You protest, whimpering as you try to resist his light, intoxicating touches. “‘Kuna someone could see-”

“That’s what this little attitude is about?” His voice is smug, knowing the effect that he has on your mind and body. He lives to see your walls break down little by little, letting him into your heart despite the world saying you shouldn’t love him. “Baby, no one’s going to be home for hours.”

Your hand flexes into a fist and rests against the counter. “We r-really shouldn’t.”

Deep down, you want to continue, but how are you supposed to look at your family if you continue to do this?

You jump as one of his hands comes around your waist, slowly pushing past the hem of your shorts. He gives you the opportunity to push him away but you can’t muster the need to.

“Baby,” he chides, his fingers pushing between your damp folds to find his favorite spot. “How are you gonna say that when it feels this good to touch you?”

“But-” You gasp when those digits find their home inside of you and stretch you deliciously. The knife you were holding clatters to the counter as your hips press back into his. It pulls a groan from his throat when your ass slots itself against his achingly hard cock. “Mom and Dad-”

His free hand flies around you and grasps you by the throat, pinning him to your chest.

“He’s not your dad.” He growls low, doubling his efforts on your clenching center. It makes your head dizzy with the sounds he’s pulling out of your cunt with how soaked you are. “How about you start whining for my cock instead of worrying about my father.”

You swallow down a moan, your hand falling back against Sukuna’s shoulder as the pleasure starts to build inside of you. His face comes down to nuzzle into the crook of your neck, sucking loving bites onto your skin.

“Please.” You plead, knowing that he’ll edge you if you don’t crack. You feel Sukuna smile against your neck, in love with his little step sister’s soft cries.

You cum around his fingers with a pathetic whimper through your bitten lip, shuddering your release until the aftershocks roll down your spine.

Sukuna doesn’t wait for you to tell him yes. He needs to be inside of you now, especially after the practice he just came from. He stretches your shorts to the side, biting his lip when he finds you not wearing panties beneath the fabric. He’s trained you perfectly, molding you to prepare for him whenever he wants to have you. You’ve made an addict out of him. He can’t go a minute without thinking of you let alone a day without having you.

Sukuna pushes the hem of his shorts down enough for his cock to bob free. The head of his cock red and angry, leaking with the pre he wants to pump deep inside of you. He’s slow as he presses himself into your cunt, making sure you feel every inch you still struggle to take. He notes how your legs tremor and your knees shake at the intrusion.

“More, ‘Kuna.” You pant needily, your mind dizzy with the slow pace he's taking. It drives you to madness as he glides his cock into your with measured strokes.

“We’ll get there, baby.” His hand flexes around your neck, reminding you that you’re at his mercy. “Let me enjoy how you strangle my cock.”

“But I n-need it.” You try to reason with him as tears prick at your eyes, threatening to spill over.

He mockingly pouts, teasing you as your hips fill the kitchen with soft plaps. “But you didn’t want it, baby.”

The hot torrent of shame courses through you again, pushing you higher and making you more desperate.

“F-feels dirty, ‘Kuna.” You sniffle, writhing as he adds his fingers to slowly circle your clit in time with his slow thrusts. The gathering tears start to drip down your cheeks, making you look messy and broken in.

Fuck yes, it’s dirty. It’s fucking filthy and it’s everything Sukuna has ever needed in his life. His fucking irresistable step sister.

“You’re my filthy fucking, girl, baby.” He moans in your ear, finally adding some force behind his thrusts. The constant pace of his ministrations bring you back to the edge, only waiting for the moment he decides you’re allowed to cum. “Give me it… show me how fucking disgusting you can be.”

His words make your center squeeze, the hot shame too much to bear as your knees give out and your body shakes uncontrollably.

“ S’Perfect for me.” He slurs as his eyes flutter shut and roll back. He slams home with one final, brutal thrust, battering your cervix as he cums deep inside. Your cunt soaks up everything he has to give you, pulling it further into you as your cunt milks him dry.

His finger thumbs at your hips, rubbing soothing circles into your skin as your body relaxes, coming down from your high.

“There's nothing wrong about this, baby. You’re the only thing right in my life.”

His words serve to quell the growing anxiety inside of realizing how much you love this and love him. Sukuna will make sure everything works out.

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sugarbooger513 · 3 months ago

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the april fools joke is my tumblr fyp

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sugarbooger513 · 3 months ago

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☽ shoutout to that anon hate for step!cest, please wholeheartedly enjoy ☽ cw: stepbrother!sukuna explicit content, explicit language, step!cest, breeding, panty stealing

stepbrother!sukuna who moves in with his father and twin brother yuji and is immediately possessive of you. mom and “dad” think it's cute that the two of you are so close, given you’re adults in college. they were worried about merging their two families so late in their children’s lives.

stepbrother!sukuna who has no boundaries with you. your bedroom is his space and his bedroom is yours. in reality, he prefers you come to his room because everyone is too afraid to bother him there and it gives the two of you privacy. privacy you don’t need at first because you innocently trust him and he lets you believe the lies he’s spinning just to be near you.

stepbrother!sukuna who barges into the bathroom when you’re taking a shower, claiming he needs to get ready for work and your taking too long, like a typical woman. he’d say it with disgust to cover up how painfully turned on he is seeing the silhouette of your naked body through the frosted glass. he’d lick his lips at your perky tits and swell of your ass, fisting himself through his pants while he resists the temptation of stepping in there with you.

stepbrother!sukuna who chases off your male tutor for a class you’re struggling in. the thought of anyone spending time with you other than him eats him alive. he’d miraculously become an expert in the subject you’re struggling in just to spend more time with you. he finds the little furrow that creases your brow adorable as you think over the assignment in front of you.

stepbrother!sukuna who doesn’t let you go out without his say so. you find it suffocating, but at the same time it warms something inside of you to see his eyes rake down your body clad in your bar outfit; skimpy skirt, fishnets, and a shirt showing a generous amount of cleavage. you’ve gotten to the point where you wear certain outfits just to get a reaction out of him. you can see the vein bulging out of his forehead the shorter and sluttier the outfits become. when you do manage to get his permission to go out, you come home plastered and hang all over him in your drunkenness, it’s insufferable… and makes him feel like you need him to protect you.

stepbrother!sukuna who hasn’t realized how much of a little minx you are yet. he still thinks you’re an innocent little thing, that you haven’t caught on to his feelings for you. you were innocent enough to begin with, but now that you know? you do anything and everything to tease him, to make him finally snap and fill your achingly empty pussy. he goes to the university’s gym with you? you’re wearing the leggings that make your ass pop. he comes into the bathroom when you’re showering again? you have to press your naked breasts to the glass as you crack the door and peek out, asking him for a washcloth or other random item as your warm body drips temptingly over the bathroom floor, your hair plastered to your naked skin.

stepbrother!sukuna who plops down between you and yuji on the couch and demands to share a blanket with you, claiming the space is cold. all to realize you're playing with your pretty little pussy under the covers while yuji sits there oblivious. you lean against sukuna and pull his hand to yours, covering where your hand is moving, rubbing slow, languid circles into your clit. you wait until yuji passes out before your fingers dip down to slip their way into your cunt, pumping in and out while sukuna’s heavy breaths hit your neck. you let his digits replace yours when you can’t tumble over the edge and the delicious stretch of his long, thick fingers is enough to finish you.

stepbrother!sukuna who starts stealing your panties out of the dirty laundry pile after what he refers to as “the couch incident”. he was so enraptured by the hint of your smell and taste on his fingers that he needs to experience it again without breaking down and touching you. he’d shove his nose into the fabric, taking a deep inhale before having to shove off his gym shorts to wrap the dainty lace around his shaft. the sight of the thong covered in his cum leaves him unfulfilled, wanting it to be your pussy instead.

stepbrother!sukuna who finally snaps one night when you answer your door dressed only in one of his t-shirts that got mixed up in the laundry. you’d be rubbing the sleep from your eyes by the time he’s pushing through your door and slamming it shut with you already lifted into his arms and legs wrapped around his waist. he’d throw your body onto the mattress like a rag doll, then drag you to the edge by your ankles. his shirt would ride up your body, revealing your lack of panties. there would be enough time for foreplay later, for now he’d settle for stuffing his giant cock into your cunt and making you his while you muffle your screams of his name in your pillows.

stepbrother!sukuna who’s obsessed with coming in his little stepsister’s pussy, knowing she’s always been spotty on her birth control. the risk would be enough to make him hard on the spot. wouldn’t it be perfect if he could keep you chained to him in every way? your pussy would leak his cum lewdly onto the sheets and you’d shake with the aftershocks of your orgasm. it would run down your ass and he’d scoop it up with his fingers and shove it back into you while you whine at the intrusion.

stepbrother!sukuna who would make it his life’s mission to have your parents get a divorce, that way he could keep your delicious cunt to himself for the rest of his life. he’d stage fights, cause chaos, anything to make it a reality. he’d start out small, building them towards their inevitable conclusion, then they’d have no reason to protest the two of you being together.

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𝔒𝔫𝔢𝔦𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔞𝔵𝔦𝔞 - (n.) the inability to distinguish between fantasy and reality

☽ gojo's girlfriend is batshit crazy and you're having none of that ☽ cw: explicit content, explicit language, dominant reader, submissive satoru, name calling, friends to lovers

A knock at your dorm room door wakes you from the nap you needed desperately. You groggily look around the darkened space, wondering if you imagined it. Only when an even louder knock assaults your ears do you slip from the warm confines of your blankets.

“Yeah yeah yeah,” you grumble loudly, making a fuss about getting up. “I’m comin’! Calm the fuck down.”

You mumble the last part as you jump into some shorts and don a baggy t-shirt, courtesy of the shittiest friend on the planet leaving it for your use. Shoutout to Satoru, you don’t think your uninvited guest would appreciate the view of your naked body.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. You’re tired, but not tired enough to slam the door in his face the second you realize it's him. As the door shuts with force, you’re able to make out just enough of his face as it falls.

It's been weeks since you heard from him and now he’s at your door? You don’t think so.

And the shittest best friend award goes to… “Please…” He sighs and puts his forehead to the door. “I know I don’t deserve to be let in but…”

You war with indecision. He’s your best friend… or at least you had thought he was. All to be thrown to the side the second that crazy bitch came into picture.

You weren’t one to agree with guys when they say their girlfriends are crazy, but she had been the exception. Feminism be damned. She had cornered you at a party and had practically assaulted you into staying away from him, like you weren’t actively flirting with another guy seconds before her accosting.

Fucking bitch. If you were pettier and Satoru was actually interested you would have slept with him on spite alone. Actually… maybe you were that petty.

You crack the door, opening it enough for him to see a sliver of your face and an eye squinting at him meanly.

“What do you want?” You hadn’t meant for it to come out so rudely, but you think you deserve to be a little bitchy, given the circumstances.

“I missed you.” He pouts as he puts his hands up in surrender, accepting your attitude as par for the course.

“Wouldn’t have to miss me if you actually hung out with me.” You mutter under your breath. “What about bitch face?”

You’ve used this epitaph before and you’re not about to start censoring yourself now.

“She’s not exactly… in the picture right now. It’s complicated.” He shoots you a signature, lopsided grin as he rubs the back of his neck. “We were arguing about your birthday-”

“So what? She kicks you out and you come here?” You ask, unimpressed at being sloppy seconds for him.

“No.” He scowls. “I kicked her out for talking shit about you and came to check on you. You’re important to me.”

You don’t have any words for that. You had thought he wouldn’t lift a finger against her for you, not after the party. He hadn’t believed you then when she was playing the picture of sweetness. Why would you think now would be any different?

His eyes seem to look you over through the door and your gaze meets his and the air between you stills, crackling with tension.

It all seems to happen at once, he steps forward as you open the door and your hand fists into his shirt, hauling him close enough for you to go on your tippy toes. Your mouth brushes against his as he leans down to your height, gathering you up in his arms.

Clothes fly, the two of you a mess of limbs and lips as the articles drop to the carpeted floor. You don’t let him set the pace, the need to take him for yourself is too great. As you stumble towards your bed you flip him, pulling away from his greedy mouth to shove him onto the bed.

Satoru’s body bounces as he props himself up, watching enraptured as you peel his t-shirt off, leaving you fully bare in front of him.

“‘Toru,” You croon down at him as you climb up the mattress, straddling his body. “You’re going to make her right about me.”

“I don’t care.” He whines breathlessly, his hands coming to rest on your thighs where they knead your skin.

Your hand reaches into his boxers and your mouth waters at the sight of him. He’s long, hard, and perfectly curved, his tip angry and swollen as it jumps at your touch.

“Say please, ‘Toru.” You murmur, running your thumb over his head to smear the precum that’s accumulated there.

He fights you, not wanting to beg to save his pride. Your free hand reaches out, snatching his chin to make him look you in the eye, silently commanding him to do as you say.

“P-please can I-” He chokes on a gasp when your hand tightens around his cock as a reward. “Please fuck me-”

He begs so pretty, but you’re not done with him yet.

“And what do you say to me?” Your tone is leading as you shoot him a false pout while you lazily stroke his cock.

“Nng- ‘M sorry-” He bucks into your hand needily. “For not talking to you.”

“Such a good boy.” You croon before your pout turns into a grin.

The ache inside you burns hot seeing him in such a state. You sink down onto him almost too easily, your wet pussy parting to make itself at home on his cock.

Satoru’s head falls to the mattress with an audible whimper at feeling how his best friend’s walls contract around him. He can’t believe he’s waited this long to know the feeling of you.

Your hips start to rock of their own accord, moving in quick, circular motions as you fuck him perfectly into the spot that makes your eyes cross. The wet plaps fill your dorm room, spilling from below You gush around him, wetting the space between you as his hands grip onto your hips for dear life.

“‘Feel so good, ‘Toru-” You lean forward, bracing yourself against his chest so you can bounce faster, taking him in a way that makes his head spin.

“Sh-shit-” He gasps, grabbing onto your ass to squeeze your cheeks, helping you slam down onto him. He eyes trail from you bouncing tits, down your body to where you’re joined. He watches as the length of him disappears into you, smacking and smearing the wetness that had accumulated there, soaking his waist.

And like the good boy Satoru is, his long digits find your clit, making him whine with how tightly you clench down on him. His thumb rubs at you tight, fast swipes, bull your orgasm to the forefront.

The knot in your stomach snaps with a sharp cry and your head falls back as you ride your high and clamp down around him. Your nails sink deliciously into his chest, marring his skin with the evidence of what the two of you had done.

As he whimpers that he’s about to come you manage to lift off of him in your spent state. Your hand wraps around him, squeezing tightly as you rub him from root to tip until he finishes across the hard plane of his stomach.

“Where’s your phone, ‘Toru?” Your breaths come out in shallow, harsh pants. He barely manages to point to his jogger strewn across your floor.

He paints such a pretty picture as you raise his device and snap a photo. His face and neck are flushed red as he pants heavily, an arm thrown over his eyes as he comes down from the ride you just gave him. Your tattooed legs bracket his chest, framing his hard cock is still twitching and the mess he’s made all over his stomach as you pulled out, letting him cum thick ropes of white over his toned abs.

You find that bitch’s contact number and attach the photo, hitting send without any regrets. A wide grin spreads across your face when you see the message register as read and a call immediately comes through.

“Got another round in you, ‘Toru?” You hum and run your fingers through the mess he’s made, lapping it off of your digits, tossing the device and ignoring it.

His cock answers with a twitch before he has you on your back.

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𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔦𝔞 - (n.) the journey of changing one’s mind, heart, self, or way of life; spiritual conversion

✨Masterlist | Tag List | Ask Box✨ ☽ nanami is desperate to win back his ex wife ☽ cw: explicit content, alcohol, jealousy

“Where do you think you’re going?” He questions, annoyed as you stalk around your walk-in closet for an outfit. His shirt lays open, only half buttoned since he stripped his tie off at the door.

“You can’t tell me what I can and can’t do, Ken.” You sigh as you cock your head to the side, sliding an earring in before doing the other. “I didn’t invite you over.”

“We both know I’m over here every night.” He tries to remind you, following you as you grab a dress off the hanger.

“We’re divorced.” You point out the obvious as you jump into a skin tight black dress, smoothing it out over your curves. You rotate in front of the mirror, checking yourself from all angles. You decide it's more than passable. You had worn this on one of your first dates with him, and from the look he’s giving you he’s remembering it well… and how it ended up on the floor by the end of that night. “And it’s just a date. Though I’d appreciate it if you were gone by the time I get home.”

You know he’s upset by the insinuation of what you would be doing after this date. If you were being honest, you didn’t see it going that far with the coworker who asked you out, but you never know. And you love how it makes Ken squirm as he pictures your night time activities without him.

As you turn he crowds your space, backing you into the closet door with his proximity.

“I don’t appreciate your disregard of-” he starts, his voice a low, gravelly growl.

“Disregard of what?” Your eyes flare with anger as you push him away from you. “How does it feel to be the afterthought for once, Ken?”

It had taken divorcing him to open his eyes. By the time he was ready to fight for you, to put work and promotions aside, you were already too far gone for him to reach. And you had let him go… in every way but physically. It was always the one area the two of you never had any issues in, and if anything it was even better now with the taste of desperation he brought to the interactions.

But you need more than sex. That was why you were finally ripping off the band-aid.

“You’re… you’re not.” He stumbles, thrown off. Normally you’d let him pin you to the nearest surface and fuck you senseless.

“I wish I believed you.” You push past him, making your way to the rack of shoes, picking a strappy pair of heels.

“How can I prove that to you if you won’t let me?” He asks with a hint of desperation. You admit it pulls at your heartstrings, but that’s what has kept him hanging around for so long.

You’ve stopped asking him to prove it a long time ago and you don’t know if you can’t ever get back to where you were at the beginning of your marriage. But at the thought of him stopping fighting for you, a pit forms in your stomach.

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You sigh and kick off your shoes, stumbling slightly from the alcohol bleeding through your system. The night had gone well. Well enough to have him ask you out to another date later this week… you however, were still on the fence.

Why couldn’t you just move on?

“Where’s lover boy?” You hear Ken’s voice slur from your living room. The lamp on the side table flicks on and he’s leaning there, a glass of whiskey in his hand. He swirls it absentmindedly before knocking the liquid back and staring at you.

“I never said he was coming over, Ken.” You curse him silently, drunk again and it's because of you. The drinking had started after you presented him with the divorce papers. On the nights he came over like this it always ended with him having his way with you. “I told you not to be here when I got back.”

You march into your apartment, setting your purse and the bouquet of roses on your kitchen island as you shed your jewelry, too lazy and fed up to make it to your bedroom. You knew what would happen if you unintentionally lured him into that space.

“The hell are these?” He mutters, his body suddenly caging you against the counter. His large hands grasp around the flowers, lifting them with disgust evident on his handsome face.

You snatch them out of his hands reflexively, setting them back on the counter until you can get a vase for them to live in on your dining room table. You turn, facing where he has you pinned anger written on your face.

“Do you get off on-” Your angry words are cut off when his hands grasp your cheeks and pull you forward, laying a desperate kiss on your lips. When you try to push him away, his free hand snakes around your waist and hauls you close to him as kneads your hips in the way that makes you go boneless.

“You want flowers?” He pulls away, taking deep breaths as he lays his forehead against yours. “I can do that.”

“K-ken-” He doesn’t allow you to protest as he dives back in, fiery and slow to make you savor how he feels pressed against you. His tongue dances with yours and he swallows your needy whimpers, the kiss fueling a fire inside of you.

“You want fancy dinners?” He pants, dipping down to lift you up by your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist. “I can give you that.”

You hungrily meet his lips this time and he walks you towards your bedroom, gently laying you on the mattress. You haul him down, sighing as his weight settles on top of you. He slides closer, using his legs to spread your knees open.

“You’re not wearing this for anyone else again.” He growls low, ripping your dress down the middle so he can kiss and suck down your neck. He makes his way down your body, crooning at you as he makes his way to his destination.

You gasp and fist his hair, keeping him close to your body. Your dress hangs from your body as your chest heaves when he kisses you through your panties.

“Let me make you feel good.” He hums, lapping at your cloth covered sex. “Let me be yours.”

“Ken- We can’t-” Your whimpers cut you off and you hear a loud ripping sound as Kento throws your ruined thong over his shoulder before spreading you open by your thighs. His fingers dig into his curves, as if holding himself back.

“We can.” He insists, testing the waters with a slow lick up your center, pulling a gasp from you. “You can let yourself want this.”

He doesn’t let you respond as he sucks down on your clit. Slowly he presses his fingers into you and builds you up steadily, letting you feel the attention he’s promising to give you if you take him back. Your back arches, pressing your center into him as you try to ride his face. He wraps his free arm around you, pinning your hips to the mattress so he can control the pace.

You find yourself breaking down, showered with all this affection. You can see yourself giving in to his demands, see him loving you again. Any protests you have die as you come apart on fingers and tongue. Your body spasms, shaking as he works you through your high, bringing you down gently until you're boneless and satisfied.

You feel the bed rustle as he stands, taking the image of your sated form as he slowly unbuttons his shirt, dropping it to the ground with his pants and boxers. The bed dips again as he kneels on the surface. His form dips, gathering you by your hips to haul you towards the edge of the bed.

“P-please.” You plead needily, your will broken, needing him to fill the void left inside of you by his absence.

The head of his cock trails through your center and gently presses past your entrance as he shushes your whimpers. No matter how many times you had been with him, you never quite got used to his size. It leaves you limp, panting as the burn subsides. He takes pity on you this time, easing you into it as he rocks his length back and forth, making you feel the slide of every inch an and out of you.

“Say it, sweetheart.” He coos, taking a hand and forcing you to keep eye contact as his hips roll into you, clapping in a steady rhythm.

“N-need…” Your eyes flutter, watering at the tightening feeling in your stomach. “Need you, Ken- Please stay-”

He moans at your words, seemingly letting them sink into his alcohol riddled mind. He leans in, kissing you roughly as his hands clasp both of yours, holding you as his thrust turn hard while keeping the same slow pace.

“F-fuck, sweetheart. Cum for me.” He slides your hands up above your head, holding them down with one hand as he expertly circles your clit just the way you like it.

White explodes in your vision and your legs lace around his waist, pulling him deep while you clench around him. He burrows his face into your neck, biting into your skin with a groan as your climax triggers his. You whimper and hold him close, your walls in ruins, your heart craving the love that only he can give you.

“Please stay.” You murmur again against his skin, like you won’t change your mind in the morning, like you won’t do this song and dance again.

“I’ll never leave you.”

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𝔡𝔦𝔞𝔭𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔰 (adj.) light, translucent, and delicate

☽ toji blackmails shui's cute little girlfriend ☽ cw: noncon, cohersion, noncon filiming, explicit content

“What would he think, princess?” Toji’s tone drips with condescension as he backs you into a corner as the party’s music blasts in the background. His fingers move over his phone screen, as he coos down at you. “Would he call you a whore if he saw?”

Your eyes widen at the realization of what he’s placed in front of your face. You can still feel the ring of bruises that grace your hips and the sting at your scalp. His hands in the video grip meanly into the hair at the nape of your neck, guiding you back onto his bare cock. His cum already leaks from you as he works to pump more inside of you and you audibly mewl for more.

He had lied that night, luring you under the guise of showing you something he bought for Shui. The second he had you in that room alone, he bent you over the nearest surface… and you had let him.

“D-delete that.” Your innocent little voice rings through the space, stammering cutely as you try to sound stern. Your hand tries to snatch at the phone, shame flooding your system. Shui can’t see that, no matter what.

“Princess,” he chides, harshly grasping your wrist in mid air hauling you against his body. “Are you fuckin’ stupid?”

A noise of protest bubbles out of your throat before his large hand smothers your mouth, barely allowing you to breathe through your nose.

“You’re gonna let me do it again,” he starts, slipping the phone into his back pocket as he holds your mouth shut. “And we both know you’re gonna be just as tight and wet for me the second time.”

You squirm and press your thighs together. Tears spring to your eyes at how helpless you feel before they spill over onto his hand. You don’t want to want him to have his way with you, but your stomach flutters as his scarred lips quirks up at the corners.

“Betraying Shui like this…” he tsks at you as he bunches the hem of your frilly dress in his hands. “It’d be enough to make the man cry.”

You whine loudly from behind his hand as his fingers roughly push past the side of your panties, not waiting a second to work you up before his fingers spear your entrance. The messy squelching is enough to tell him how you really feel about what he’s doing to you.

“Someone’s gonna come investigate if you don’t shut the fuck up.” Toji growls meanly, his pace becoming extra rough so he can punish you for any slip up.

He doesn’t want his small window of time with your cute little pussy to be interrupted. He thinks its so fucking adorable how you fight back only to cum for him so easily minutes later.

He’s so fucking mean and it makes you suck him even deeper. His digits expertly thrum against your sweet spot, making your knees wobble as you teeter close to the edge. But with one loud moan he takes it all away, making you regret making a peep as he yanks his fingers from you.

“What did I tell ya?” He hisses and flips you, using your hips to spin you face first into the corner. Your face squishes against the hard plane of the cold wall.

“‘M sorry,” you pant, squirming out of his hold. And like the game he thinks this is you beg for him to let you go even as your center screams for the attention he’s giving you. “T-Toji-”

“Saying my name,” He grunts, opening his pants to line himself up with you, “won’t make me stop.”

Without warning, his hips jerk forward, filling you to the brim with his cock. You cry out in discomfort, the burn almost too much to handle as your nails claw into the drywall beneath you.

“Shui-!” You moan mockingly, pissed that he’s telling you what to do when he’s the one corrupting you like this.

A loud slap reverberates through the space. You yell out in pain before the heat spreads through you, making you clamp down on him. You pant, backing up into him to push him deeper.

“Fuckin’ brat,” he growls and digs his fingers into the fat of your ass, drilling into you with hard, fast thrusts, caring little about whether you finish or not. This is about him showing you who you belong to.

Your body jolts with each clap of his hips into your ass, your tears now staining your cheeks with how close his treatment has pulled you towards your orgasm.

“Oh f-fuck-” you whimper, rocking back into him readily and willingly as tremors overtake your body. Your orgasm hits you hard and fast, the harsh treatment doing more than Shui’s gentle touch ever could.

“There it fuckin’ is.” He gloats, a smug chuckle filling the space between you. “Gonna send you back to him full of me.”

You sag against the wall as his thrusts turn syncopated, favoring the harsh battering of your cervix as he empties himself into you. As he stills, he pants in exertion, delivering another rough smack to your ass, effectively dismissing you.

“Go find your boy toy, princess. I’m sure he’s searching for you by now.”

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𝐿𝓊𝒹𝒾𝒸 (adj.) full of fun and high spirits

➳ best friend!gojo x afab!reader

➳ a/n: this fic contains referencing and conversation about nonconsensual drugging with an aphrodisiac, please read this drabble at your own discretion

➳ cw: explicit content, explicit language, unprotected sex, nonconsensual drugging, heavy dubcon due to drugging

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Everything in this room was hot, scorchingly so. You wave your hand in front of your face in an attempt to cool the sweat beading at your forehead. Why was every shift of Gojo on the mattress next to you sending jolts of electricity down your spine, spearing your center as it clenches around nothing.

What the hell was in that chocolate he gave you earlier? You hadn’t thought to check the fancy packaging the squares had come in. There had been three of them, divided into two triangles a piece, and greedily you had eaten four full triangles. What strikes you as strange is that despite his sweet tooth, Gojo hadn’t eaten a single square.

You pick up the box up off your nightstand and frown at the minimalistic packaging when there’s no indication of what you’ve ingested.

“Problem?” He hums low and his words have the fire burning inside of you flaring more to life. “You’re looking a little flushed.”

He looks at you expectantly, like he knows the answer to his question without even having to ask. Was it the inferno inside you making you think he’s looking at your body with desire? It must be a delusion that gives you the vision of him leaning in as his eyes flick to your lips.

Time slows when his palm settles on your waist and you can’t plant your arm on his chest fast enough to stop him as his lips meet yours in a slow sensual kiss, as if he was testing the waters. He almost immediately pulls away with a slightly hurt expression on his face.

“What was in the chocolate?” You whimper, missing his warmth as everything in you buzzes for more. But is it you that wants this or whatever the fuck he fed you?

Your thumping heart convinces you that it’s all you, but your head can’t ignore how quickly this reaction came on. Satoru was good looking, but you’d never react like this, not when you’re so intimidated with how attractive he is.

“Just a little something extra.” He tries to downplay as he pushes you back to lay on the bed you were watching the movie on.

“Satoru, be s-serious.” You shove him playfully, trying to get the truth from him about what those small triangles of chocolate contained. All while he’s focused on settling his delicious body weight on top of you, parting your legs so he can slot between them.

You melt into a limp puddle of limbs beneath him as his hips test the waters, grinding a growing hardness into your pajama pants. Your hips flick towards him in response as the heat settles firmly in your core.

“It’s aphrodisiac chocolate.” A chuckle escapes him. “You eat a triangle and wait. Honestly I didn’t think it would work.”

“I ate four. Why did you let me!?” You smack him and gasp when he catches your wrist and pins it to the bed.

“Cause I wanted to see you all hot and bothered.” Gojo coos at you. His pupils grow wide as he takes you in, pinned down and under his control. “I have to say… it doesn’t disappoint.”

He sits back on his knees, his fingers curling around the hem of your pants, taking the liberty to strip you of them before you get to say anything else. It has your face growing concerningly red when his hands grip the meat of your inner thighs and roughly shove them apart. You cover your face in embarrassment as you try to pin your knees tight.

“Stop-” You protest, wanting the friction he’s willingly giving you, but too flustered having your friend see you like this for the first time.

“Didn’t think it would get you this wet for me…” He mumbles as he trails his hand through your center, gathering the fluid there before shoving his middle and ring fingers into your tight hole. He teases you, pulling tiny gasps from your lips as he notes where pulls the most reaction from you.

A groan emits from his throat and he leans forward to lap up the slick mess you’re making before gently flicking your clit with his tongue. The combination of his actions has your back arching off the bed and your hip grinding against his face.

“Still want me to stop?” He teases you in between licks.

“Don’t.” It comes out as a whimper, your hand coming up to squeeze at your breasts through your shirt, wanting the stimulation that will push you over the edge. He decides that he’s put you through enough tonight, after all you’ve been so good for him that you deserve to finish on his cock.

He pulls away suddenly, taking a second to take in your disheveled appearance. Hair fanned across the pillow, chest heaving, and pajama shirt askew. His favorite part is the desperate, high pitched keening noise you’ve started to make at the lack of attention he’s giving you.

“Barely started and you’re already so desperate.” He chuckles and pushes down his shorts, pleased when he sees your eyes widen and hips pitch in his direction, already eager to take him. His hand grasps the hard length of him, pumping ever so slowly to the view you’re gifting him with.

When he’s had enough of teasing his cute little best friend he nocks himself at your entrance, slowly pushing in to give you time to adjust to his considerable size. Not that it takes you long to manage it.

“Move-” You plead and moan loudly when he snaps his hips into yours, slow, measured, and rough. The pace moves you up the mattress until your hands have to grip the headboard to keep you in place.

The high that had been building when his face was between your thigh quickly returns. And your body burns with it. Your nails sink into his lower back and your legs lock around his hips. You teeter on the edge, ready to fall.

“Give it to me, baby.” He commands as his hands grapple your legs from around him to press your knees to the mattress beside your torso. “Want to fucking feel you, p-please.”

He stammers as he fends off his orgasm, knowing that he needs to bring you to completion before he has the privilege. He watches, enraptured as your body seizes, every muscle trembling as your eyes squeeze shut. His gaze dips to where it's disappearing into you, groaning at the sloppy wet noises you're making for him.

He quickly reaches to rub at your clit, pushing your orgasm on as he bottoms out in you roughly, letting go as you clench around him, sucking him and his spend deep.

“You’re a shit.” You murmur affectionately, half out of it as you come down from your high.

“Does that mean you want another piece? I have another bar left.”

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𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎 𝒷𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽𝒹𝒶𝓎, 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎

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Yuji shifts, on the precipice of sleep and awake, his intuition aware of the movement in his bed before his brain fully realizes it. The blankets around his body move, a pocket of air forming before the blankets close in the warmth again. He groans sleepily as a hand moves up his bare thigh, his hips moving towards the warmth that’s inching closer to his length with each passing second.

“Baby…” He mumbles before his breath hitches and your hand wraps around the length of him. “What are you doing?”

“Hush.” Your voice giggles from under the blankets as your hand pumps, gliding across the veiny length of him. You stop for a second, spatting roughly into your palm before resuming your motions.

His hips buck into your hand, seeking more friction than your giving, desperate for attention, especially from you. He stifles the urge to bite down on his bottom lip to silence himself, knowing you like to hear his whimpers.

The noises and little ahs he makes as he squirms has you pressing your thighs together. This is supposed to be about him today, not you. So you fist his cock, holding it still as your mouth envelops the tip, pulling a strangled gasp from his mouth. His bucking hips fuck up into your face sporadically, trading your little pleased noises to loud gagging.

He can’t take it anymore. He lifts the covers where his fingers have fisted into them, needing to see as you bob your head in the exact rhythm he prefers.

“You really k-know how to treat a man.” He chuckles breathlessly as a hand comes to rest on your head, guiding your movements with expert precision. “Fuck j-just like that.”

His sputtering whimper spur you on, determined to make him finish down your throat, wanting his taste if you refuse to take him inside of you.

“Fuck, baby,” His fingers sink into your hair, his movements growing rougher as he uses your face like a fleshlight. “Let me cum in that pretty pussy instead.”

Your tear stained face turns to him, your cloudy eyes taking him in to see if he’s serious. And of course he is. He loves any opportunity to finish inside of his sweet girl. If he insists, you’ll treat him to anything he wants, but fuck if you’ll allow him to do any of the work.

Already naked from sleeping next to him, you keep him hard by stroking him as you crawl up his body, the covers sliding down your back to expose the position the two of you are in. You hold him straight, lining him up with practiced ease before sinking down on him with a whimpered gasp.

His size was always a shock to your body, no matter how many times you were intimate with him. The sting associated with the intense love you feel for him. After a second of adjusting to his size and torturing him with the tight hug of your cunt, you start to move. The sleepy morning haze keeps your movements slow and steady, building him back up to where you had him with your mouth.

“So d-damn perfect for me.” He gasps, intoxicated by the sight of you. His eyes, still bleary with sleep, look up adoringly at you as his hands find your hips and squeeze, helping you along. The sweet pressure and praise is enough to send you trembling over the edge. Yuji takes over, pulling your shaking form to his chest as he adjusts his feet and pounds up into you.

It doesn’t take him long to reach the point of no return, fucking his cum deep inside of your fluttering center. The quiet slapping slowly ceases until you’re both a tangled, panting mess of limbs coming down together.

“Happy Birthday, baby.” You sigh, as satisfied as he is.

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𝖙𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖆 (n.) things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence

𝕤𝕪𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕤… megumi hates seeing you with your boyfriend... 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕠… 2.1k wc, explicit content and language, includes themes of manipulation, jealousy, angst, spiteful behavior, toxic friendships, cheating, fingering (receiving), degradation 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣… reblogs and likes are appreciated 💜

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“My fucking god-” Megumi groans, his hips bucking off the bed. “Come on, baby. You can ride me faster than that.”

His slap reverberates off of your ass as your skin ripples from the force of you bouncing on his cock. He watches, enraptured by your movement as you listen to his orders like an obedient slut, the muscles in your legs flexing as you drag his cock out and slam it needily back in.

“You’re so pretty like this…” He moans, unable to keep his hands off of your hips any longer. His fingers dig into your flesh, helping you take him.

“Huh?” You question, scratching your nails into his chest as he grazes just the right spot, making him grin.

“Stuffed full of me instead of-” He starts, bucking his hips into you with a particularly hard thrust but he’s cut off by your moans.

“Y-Yuji-” You cry out and he halts in confusion before the dread settles over him. Why are you thinking of him right now?

“That’s not my-” You moan Yuji’s name again, lower this time as if he’s hearing it through water. He can't move his body, no matter how hard he tries and wills his mind to move, to punish you for the mistake. The image of you starts to fade, your face twisting with something other than the pleasure he’s giving you-

Then his alarm splits the air, bringing the dream to a halt but the sounds remain the same. The relentless slapping of skin on skin. The low moaning of Yuji’s name laced with the grogginess of how you’d woken up to the special treatment.

Jesus fuck how are you two going at it again? He groans internally as he grits his teeth, the painful throbbing evident in his pants. He barely finishes coming into a pair of boxers before he notices the sounds stopped, followed by your footsteps padding down the hall to his door.

“Get up, lazy!” You yawn loudly, pounding on his door as if you weren’t contributing to the pounding of the headboard on your shared wall. “You said we could go shopping today!”

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Hell is watching Yuji with you everyday while he suffers in silence.

“Where's Yuji?” Megumi hums as you come back with a tray of food, a shared plate of lo mien noodles and orange chicken. Of which sharing was a tradition dating back to when you first started going to the mall as kids.

“He got a call…” He frowns as you shrug and loudly slurp a noodle. “No clue who it was.”

Megumi didn’t particularly care who was on the phone, as long as it kept Yuji away for the foreseeable future. That way he could have this one tradition with you without interruption.

“Where do you have to stop for shopping?” He grumbles as he steals the largest piece of chicken. At his question, he swears he detects the slightest blush on your cheekbones. What? Did you have to drag him back to the bookstore to buy even more of your porn books you think he doesn’t know about?

“Oh I just need to run to a store with Yuji--” You were blushing, trying to avoid any specifics to the question he was asking.

And the blush only seemed to worsen as Yuji came back claiming an emergency came up and he needed to go.

“Don’t let this ruin your time, babe.” He interprets the redness as you being upset. “Megumi will still hang out with you. Right, man?” Yuji only gets Megumi’s usual grunt of acknowledgement, the responses seeming more monosyllabic of late.

“Really, babe.” You insist adamantly before Yuji argues that he needs to go and doesn’t have the time to drop you off.

Megumi has to swallow the lump in his throat. You don’t even want to hang out with him. What even was he to you nowadays?

He watches your face drop as Yuji runs off, waving goodbye. And as he disappears, you can’t even meet his eyes, your pink cheeks draining of color.

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“This is what you were so stressed out about me seeing?” He teases you relentlessly. He doesn’t know if he’s more turned on or jealous that Yuji is going to get to see you in the lingerie this store has to offer.

Thanks to you, his morning dreams would likely be filled with you in thigh highs with little bows and crotchless underwear he could fuck you in-

“Just… hang out over here while I grab a couple things.” The warmth from your hands seeps into his skin as you shove him into the sleepwear section of the store. “Stay.”

He does as ordered… for approximately thirty seconds before he’s following you into the back where you’re quickly flipping through sets on the hangers, too preoccupied to be concerned with whether or not he followed you. He grimaces, seeing the white fabric that your fingers graze over. That wouldn’t be his first choice… not that you’re looking for him, he has to remind himself.

It's when you disappear out back for a long while does he finally make his presence known by knocking on the only closed dressing room door.

“Occupied.” You seem to timidly choke out, thinking he was another patron or worker.

“Gremlin.” He affectionately calls you, announcing his presence as a long silence fills the air between the two of you and the door.

“I thought I told you to stay.” You sigh dejectedly, currently frowning at your reflection in white, poking the bits that seem to hang out of the garments, mocking you.

“I’m not a dog, ya know?” He chuckles as his hands itch to open the door. The silence stretches longer between you.

Yuji was supposed to be here to be the mirror for you, telling you what looked good… what he liked. And he had left with absolutely no explanation.

The door suddenly cracks open just enough for Megumi to see your eyes as you peek your head around the corner.

“Can you… tell me if this looks ok-” You see something shift on his face, mistaking his look for teasing. “Stop judging me! See?! This is why I told you to stay put!”

“You want me to look at you in this shit?” He asks slowly, not quite computing what you’re asking. But you nod your head, the blush from the food court back on full display. “You’re sure that’s ok? Yuji-” “I trust you.” You say softly, your voice not wavering a second as you naively think he wouldn’t try anything with you. Especially years after you decided to let go of your unrequited feelings for him.

After a small nod from Megumi you open the curtain, looking at the floor in embarrassment as he takes in your body covered in white lace. It’s something Yuji would love.

Megumi fucking hates it.

“Hmmm.” He hums, trying not to seem unimpressed. You’re a vision. You always have been. “I think you should try some different options.” “O-oh?” You stammer, playing with the clips out your thigh high stockings. “He likes-”

“Or you could wear what looks good with your skin tone.” He interrupts you, not wanting to hear about Yuji right now. “Give me what size and get undressed. I’ll pick some out for you.” He’s so bossy, but it hits you low in the gut and you burn from shame, giving a meek nod as you hurriedly pull the curtain shut. What were you thinking bringing him in here? He should have sat and waited on the couches in the mall with all the other exiled husbands and boyfriends.

He disappears from the waiting room, leaving you naked in the dressing room for a long while waiting for him to come back. When he appears, he calls to you, making your head poke out of the stall, your eyes going wide at the selection he came up in.

Dark blue. His favorite color, you note. Complete with a balconette corset top, thigh highs, clips and… wait does he seriously want you to-

“Are those crotchless?” You squeak in embarrassment, seeing him shift at the idea of you in panties that look like a little skirt.

“It’s convenient-” He tries to reason with you as he ignores the tent attempting to form in his pants to make a fool out of himself in front of you. The fuel this was going to add to his fantasies would be unmatched. He shoves the clothing into your hands and pulls the curtain roughly shut in your face.

When you reappear, suddenly yanking open the fabric that separates you, he has no words. No fantasy that he’s had could ever compare to what he was seeing. His eyes bouncing up and down, trying to commit it all to memory. How your breasts spill from the cups, how your hips flare out deliciously from your waist. He wants to lick every inch of you-

This may have been a terrible idea. He panics internally as his hand twitches to graze your soft skin.

“... Megumi?” You ask self-consciously, as Megumi doesn’t respond to his name for the fifth time. Did he hate it? “Earth to Megu- ah!”

Suddenly he steps forward, making you rear back into the mirror in shock as he shuts the curtain behind you. There’s barely enough room for the two of you. Your breaths linger in each other's space as his come in ragged, barely controlled gasps of air.

“Do you realize…” He pants, his hand coming up to grip your chin to hold your face in place. You’re unable to move between his grasp and the cold mirrored surface behind you. “... what the fuck you do to me, sweetheart? I think you get off on teasing me.”

“It’s not like t-that-” You try to protest, but his hand clamps around your mouth, shutting you up as his hand reaches down and roughly grips you through your underwear, his finger teasing your folds.

“Fucking soaked? It’s like you want me to show you how you deserved to be fucked. Yuji certainly isn’t here to stop me-” He punctuates his statement by shoving three fingers deep inside you, honing in on just the right spot. “He even got you nice and ready for me this morning, didn’t he?”

Your eyes roll back and your body shutters as you clamp around him, the degradation doing more for you than the praise you normally get from Yuji. You whine underneath his hand loud enough for him to squeeze his hand harder.

“Shhhh.. None of that. We wouldn’t want someone to hear you being a cheating slut.” A shit eating grin graces his face as you quickly cum around his digits. “Now keep that pretty mouth shut unless you're saying my name for me.”

“Megumi please-” You whimper softly and he simply manhandles your body, spinning you and shoving your cheek into the mirror by your hair as he unbuttons his pants and pulls his cock from the confines.

“I’ve been…” He shoves into you in one thrust, groaning at how your ass ripples from the movement. “... right here the entire time. You’ve always been mine.”

You feel his anger, his jealousy with every pounding thrust into your wet heat, the squelching telling him how much you’re enjoying the treatment. He knows for a fact Yuji never gives it to you this rough. You were perfectly built to take it like this.

“Admit it.” He rasps, his movements and tone getting desperate to know he’s not alone in how he feels. “Tell me you love me as much as this pussy does.”

Your eyes screw shut, knowing what has been the truth for years. You feel it bubble to the surface, reminding you of what you’ve gone to lengths to forget.

“I d-do.” You gasp out at tension snapping in your stomach, only staying upright due to his harsh grasp. You plead to him deliriously, fogging the mirror with your breath. “F-finish in me, please-”

“Fuck, baby-” He moves into you sloppily, strangled by your clenching cunt. His low moan hits you hard as his warmth fills you suddenly, dripping obscenely down your thigh at the amount he forces into you.

“Get the white set.” He hums, his eyes dark with the reminder of what you’ve done to your boyfriend as he smacks your ass and pulls his cock from you. You know this secret won’t stay that way long. “Yuji will love it.”

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hiii! could i request an au where megumi is a bookstore owner and reader often drops by to read/buy R rated books, then maybe one day reader accidentally stays past closing time so her and megs are alone tgt and some boomshakalaka happens? (also i love ur writing so much i hope ur pillow is always cold <3)

𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕠… 1.8k wc, explicit content and language, semi public smut, pet names, use of daddy, choking, unprotected sex

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It was like clockwork every week. You come in late, every time, covering your mouth with a cute yawn that has Megumi’s heart beating faster, his cheeks heating up at how adorable you are.

He noted from behind the counter how your curious eyes always roamed the shelves, looking for your next title to read. You only ever cashed out with one or two, seeming to pace yourself from getting too out of control on your to be read pile.

If it were anyone else, he’d obviously prefer someone to buy a lot at a time, it helps his business stay afloat, but with you? He prefers to see you as frequently as possible. The late night visits allow him to regularly admire you from afar.

After weeks of consistent visits, he starts to notice a pattern in your reading that has his pants tightening. You always beeline to the section Tsumiki insisted he add to the store’s stock, saying it would draw in a whole new demographic of customers to his store.

He begrudgingly had to agree with his sister, it was one of his best selling sections. Not that he knew what books were there, he let her handle curating what was currently popular to fill the shelves in that section.

It was only once he noticed you purchasing them that he started getting curious. What could be so good about these anyway?

He remembers picking up the start of a series that you bought over three visits, thinking the topic must be interesting to keep you coming back to purchase the next ones, so he borrowed his stock to read the first one that night.

His eyes darted over the pages in rapid succession, his mouth gradually falling open at the graphic scenes playing out on the page. These scenes were in direct opposition to his original view of you, a cute, innocent woman with a quiet introverted passion for books like him.

He noticed the more he made an effort to talk to you in the following weeks while he was cashing you out, making sure to ask you how you were enjoying your purchases, the darker your cheeks would flush crimson. Eventually, he grew more comfortable with you, bolder even, purposefully asking prodding questions about your selected novels.

“What’s this one about?” He hums, playing at a clueless frown, acting like he hadn’t started reading ahead on popular titles that you hadn’t yet bought. He was fairly certain that this one had a particularly graphic scene in an Uber.

“It’s um… just a romance.” You shrug and seek to fill the silence when he doesn’t immediately respond. “It is about a figure skater and a hockey player. It’s a stereotype but people say that its cute…”

Oh, he knows it's cute. Cute that you think he doesn’t know how nasty it is.

He went along with his night in a daze, picturing you in the positions in all of the books he’s read since last seeing you, not paying attention to the time until he’s looking at a clock that shows he closed 30 minutes ago.

Did you leave while he wasn’t able to admire you walking through his front door? He mentally huffs in disappointment, moving to the door and flicking it closed before shutting off the open sign that faces the sidewalk.

“Excuse me-” You squeak worriedly, holding your arm full of books you intended to buy but you had lost track of time, your mind engrossed in the beginning of the newest book you had picked up. Your voice doesn’t seem to reach him as he spins on his heels and rams straight into you.

Your breath is knocked from you as you stumble backwards, your books knocking from your arms to topple to the floor with a loud crash. You’re ready to join them and smash your face off of the table of books behind you before a pair of hard arms lace around your waist to break your fall.

“Are you okay?” He asks a bit breathlessly, trying to look over your face to see if you’re hurt, but his gaze is continually drawn back to your mouth that’s parted in shock, panting from the fear of falling and still catching up to your current position.

“T-thanks to you.” Your voice croaks, more strained than his as the warmth of his hold on you sinks through your clothing and into your skin. Teeth bite at your lip nervously, glancing nervously at the merchandise you damaged. “I’ll pay for these. I’m sorry for being so careless.”

His arms tighten around your middle as you try to pull away and pick up your mess, another apology on the tip of your tongue for staying past closing dies as a quiet whine is pulled from you. The way his grip digs into you, threatening to bruise with how tight he’s holding you, has your knees giving out and relying on him to keep you upright.

“Something wrong, dear?” He murmurs, leaning his face closer, hovering his lips over yours. “If you tell me I could help you fix it.”

“Can I kiss y-you?” You mumble shyly as you feel your face heat up. You hope that you weren’t reading into this too hard and making a fool out of yourself. This was your favorite book store in the city and you didn’t want to have to find another one.

“I’d let you do more than kiss me, hun.” You can feel the words vibrate in his chest with a growl, making your breath hitch at how quickly he agreed to it. The open invitation for more almost has you pausing, but you push forward despite your anxiety.

You don’t have to lean in far for your lips to touch his in a tentative motion, almost testing if you should be doing this, you’d never had a fall conversation with this man, you’ve only admired him from afar and attempted awkward small talk at check up while trying to avoid describing the content of the books you were buy.

You shiver as he slowly presses his lips to yours, savoring the taste, moaning into you softly when you taste better than he imagined. And out of nowhere it's like a switch flips in him, his mouth pressing into yours with more urgency, swallowing every sweet noise he forces you to make.

One of Megumi’s hands fists into your hair, jumping on the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth when your lips part in a gasp, making you grab at the fabric of his shirt.

You return his enthusiasm, pressing your body to mold his and letting your head tip back limply to allow him to devour you. The more he presses into you, attempting to get closer than physically possible, the deeper he pushes you into the store.

The feverish kissing isn’t distracted, even when you collide against a display table of books, the jolt of the collision throwing more books to the floor. The heat rising in you is suffocating, it has your skin crawling to strip your clothing to bare yourself to him. It makes your hands wonder, pushing under his shirt to drag your nails across his skin, desperate to have him make just as much noise as you are.

A deep groan grates from his throat as he pins you against the table for leverage so you can feel the tightness raging in his pants. He wants you to crave him like you do the men in the books your nose is always stuck in. He needs to you to sing for him, to moan like the little slut he knows you are under that facade, but he just can’t get fucking close enough to you and can’t stop.

The groans he rewards you with quickly turn into growls of frustration, the make out session devolving into a flustered, rushed clash of lips and teeth.

“F-fuck- fuck it.” He growls louder and pulls away from you, reaching behind you to rush to swipe the books from the table onto the floor, quickly manhandling your body to force you to lay back on the wooden surface as he pushes his pants down just enough to free his length from its confinement.

“Let me take these off- shit!” You yelp when you already find his hands pushing their way under your skirt to take hold of your hips, tugging you to hover over the edge of the table before you hear the shredding fabric of your panties as they’re tossed carelessly to the floor.

“You wear these little skirts on purpose?” His voice rumbles straight through you, making your center feel painfully empty.

“Mayb-” A scream flies from your mouth, cutting off your response when Megumi shoves himself into you with a grin. His hips clap into yours, ever increasing in speed until the table is scraping marks across the floor of the store as it rocks back and forth.

“You want to live in those nasty little novels so bad don’t you?” He coos, bringing his hand up to wrap around your neck to make sure you’re held in place, completely at his mercy as he drills into you. “How do those pages stack up to the real thing?”

“G-god- s’much better-” You mewl, trying to arch your back into his harsh thrusts that are clapping into your skin at a deafening speed. Your high builds rapidly at the raw feeling off him sliding through your clamping walls, the stretch of him scratching the itch you’ve been chasing with these novels. “C-can you- fucking please - harder!”

Your cries begging to take more of him snaps the last threads of control in him. Megumi’s teeth grit as he leans forward to adjust the angle of his thrusts before he watches your body jolt and skin ripple with the force he’s exerting on your body.

“You feel so much better than my fucking hand.” He says between grunts, keeping your neck pinned to the table, reach between the two of you with his free hand to messily circle your clit. “Fucking cum for me, hun… You can let it go.”

The extra stimulation has your body tensing before snapping in on itself, tremoring with a hoarse cry when he doesn’t let up, fucking himself into with the soul focus of finishing himself.

“Inside-” You croak, your legs fall around his waist, snaking around him to lock your ankle behind him to make sure he can’t pull out. “Please c-can I have your cum?”

“Oh god-” His cock twitches inside of you at your siren’s call. He shouldn’t, he really fucking shouldn’t but when your cunt feels this good? “Fuck yes baby, you’re gonna take it like a good girl? Let daddy feel good?”

You nod your head vigorously, your eyes watering as they squeeze shut at how harshly he abuses your sensitive center until you’re clamping down on him again, sucking him deep when he presses into you and pumps you full.

“Shit.” He props himself, hovering over you with a dazed look of concern as his chest heaves. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you?”

He thinks that your blissed out grin is answer enough.

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𝕖𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕤𝕥; (n.) someone who only pretends to smile

𝕤𝕪𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕤… when geto and gojo grow apart, resulting in their break up, gojo finds friendship and belonging with you and when geto returns he decides he wants you for himself 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕠… 5.1k wc, final chapter!, college!au series, satosugu, geto x gojo x afab!reader, explicit content and language, includes themes of manipulation, jealousy, angst, spiteful behavior, etc. toxic friendships, emotionally constipated men, exhibitionism, voyeurism, degradation, praise, MMF threesome, unprotected sex, anal, multiple orgasms, teasing 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣… reblogs and likes are appreciated

𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕥𝕒𝕘 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕒𝕤𝕜 𝕓𝕠𝕩

Geto bounces his leg impatiently, waiting for Shoko to show up as he grips his coffee mug with white knuckles, his mind racing with plans, possibilities, a way to dig all of you out of this mess. But he doesn’t know if he has the strength or bravery to move forward with it.

Satoru’s willingness to engage in the games Geto was playing wasn’t anticipated, he thought Satoru would put up walls and withdraw like normal.

He ends up staring into the middle distance, playing over every detail of the conversation you had with him that night.

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By the time he carried you to his bed and let you curl into his side, you were crying again. Your hiccups sound in the closed space.

“What’s bothering you, sweetheart?” He hummed low, gently rubbing your back in slow motions to help you calm your breathing.

“Everything.” You croak, hiding your face in his chest in shame. You let Satoru touch you like that and somehow Suguru wasn’t yelling at you and kicking you on the curb. The shame flashes hotter, remembering how needy you were from just Satoru’s fingers.

“You gotta give me more than that.” He says with a small chuckle, attempting to lift the mood but it only makes you cry harder, your face twisting in frustrations. “Baby girl, you can talk to me. I promise I’m not going to be mad at you. Let it out.”

“I’m pissed at both of you.” His eyes widen when he realizes that he’s somehow lumped into this and it isn’t just Satoru’s treatment of you. He feels you shudder as the words start pouring from your mouth. “I’m so god damn upset that he only realized that he wanted me after he couldn’t have me. I l-love him so much and I was f-fine to just be his friend, but I f-feel taken for granted. I decided a long time ago I wasn’t going to be one of his fangirls and it turns out I’m just something for him to be selfish over.”

“Sweetheart… He’s not-” He starts and is cut off abruptly.

“Don’t sweetheart me.” You snap suddenly, pulling away from him as you angrily wipe the wetness from your cheek. “Don’t defend him to me. And don’t think he’s the only one I’m upset with. What are you waiting for?”

“W-waiting for…?” He trails off in confusion, his heart lurching with the idea that he may have been pushing you away when he desperately wants to keep you around. The dread in his stomach magnifies when he sees your face drop just the tiniest bit, your eyes starting to mist over again.

“What is this to you?” Your voice cracks as you point between the two of you. “A-am I just something to d-distract you to get over him? Am I enough to fuck but not to ask out?”

“W-what?” His eyes widen and he sits up suddenly, pulling you into his lap where he can better cup your cheeks with both hands. He tries to stay calm, willing the fear that he was repeating his mistakes with Satoru with you. “(Y/N), baby, you are incredibly important to me. I haven’t said anything b-because I thought it was obvious and I didn’t want to overwhelm you… you’ve been so on edge with Satoru.”

“And what about you and him?” You lean into his touch, seeing the genuine panic in his eyes, his focus entirely on you and your needs. How could Satoru make you think that Suguru didn’t care for you?

“The two of us are… complicated.” He swallows around a lump in his throat, unable to avoid the elephant in the room anymore. He’s been so afraid that talking to you about this would only highlight all the things wrong with him and drive you away, but now the lack of communication was doing it for him instead. “He broke my heart a-and it’s still in pieces, but it’s healing. I can’t tell you that I don’t still love him, but that doesn’t mean I’m using you to get over him. Loving you is separate from that and if you want to be my girlfriend, I’ll take it gladly.”

“You…” You stare at him in shock, a different type of moisture misting your eyes. “You love me?”

“I do.” He insists, resting his forehead against yours. “Desperately. I didn’t expect it, but I wouldn't be begging you to move in if I didn’t.”

“A-and you don’t care about… w-what happened? Really?” You check cautiously, wanting to make sure that you were both on the same page.

“I don’t care. I promise.” He assures you softly, peppering small kisses across your face. “You’ve just ended up stuck between the mess we have with each other… and can I be honest with you too?”

You nod quickly.

“I clearly didn’t establish any expectations of exclusivity with you and… it was kind of hot.” His cheeks flame at the admission, not wanting you to take it the wrong way. “Meaning I didn’t mind seeing you like that.”

“O-Oh?” You squeak, your face going crimson to match his. “I- Um-”

He silences your stammering with the press of lips to yours, humming in appreciation when you respond immediately.

“No expectations, sweetheart.” He assures you softly, thumbing your cheek. “I just wanted to be clear.”

“I just… I want the two of you to be ok.” Your eyes meet his, pleading, seeing how the pain has impacted the both of them. They’re both too important to you to continue to see them suffering. “And I don’t want to be the reason that drives you further apart, Sugu’.”

“You won’t be. I’ll figure something out.” He reaches down and picks you up by your thighs, laying your back on the covers. “Now, do you want cuddles? Or for me to help finish what he started?”

“Both?”

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Over the following weeks, Geto took his time to figure out how to approach what you had asked from him and it wasn’t easy. He watched you attempt not to be a jittery mess around Satoru.

He knows you haven’t acted on the feelings he now knows you’re harboring, but he knows there’s going to be a breaking point. There were only so many heated stares you could dodge before he corners you somewhere again.

He knows it's driving you up a wall and he knows from experience what being at the receiving end of that was like. When you come to him to blow off your sexual frustrations, he gladly meets those needs. He kept to himself how it heated his insides to picture you allowing Satoru to use you again, even as he teased you relentlessly for getting so hot for your best friend.

Then there was the longing he continued to direct at Geto. It wasn’t new but it only complicated things. The mess had him ready to put his head through a wall and he was shocked it hadn’t descended into a fight at some point.

He sighs into his mug absentmindedly and Shoko continues to level that accusing squint in his direction, willing him to spill what’s on his mind.

“Out with it.” She demands after a moment of continued silence.

“I’m still in love with Satoru.”

“Everyone knows that, Suguru.” She replies back plainly, examining her nails as if she’s bored.

“But I’m obsessed with (y/n).” It’s his turn to squint at Shoko when she sighs heavily, like this is all a drag and he doesn’t need her here. Honestly, why did they go to her to moderate in the first place?

“Everyone is very aware of that.” She snorts, thinking about the amount of times over the past few months that someone in the group had caught you two together. First it was Gojo grumbling to her about seeing you making out on the couch, then Kento catching Geto bending you over the sink at some party they literally dragged him to, then there was Shoko who had the displeasure of catching you kneeling between his legs, letting him fuck your mouth.

“Well does everyone know that Satoru cornered her in our kitchen and shoved his hands down her pants while he thought I was away at work?” He snips, happy when he sees Shoko’s face pale. “That’s what I thought. So forgive me if I need to talk this out.”

Shoko is quiet for a long minute, mulling over the situation in her head, coming to the conclusion that Suguru likely had.

“If you’re trying to pick, I don’t know why.” She hums thoughtfully. “We all hated when you broke up, I know there were issues but… maybe she’s what you need to balance each other out.”

“And you think she’d be okay with it?” He chews his lip nervously, the last thing he wanted was to pressure into this type of relationship. “She said she… talks to you?”

Shoko simply sits there, evaluating what she should tell him of what she knows.

“She does. She… spoke with me when she was dealing with her feelings for Satoru. I still see that love when she looks at him, no matter how hard she tries to bury it. And she wouldn’t have been crying in my room about you if she didn’t feel the same. I think it's worth a try.”

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If you’re trying to pick, I don’t know why.

Those words become Geto’s driving force when he sets out to make this a reality. He could have your love and fix things with Satoru like you asked of him. And the two of you? You could be selfish with him and have everything you want. Geto wasn’t sure how you’d react, but he could easily talk you into the positives and he knows you’re dying for Satoru to touch you again.

It was Satoru that was the wild card. Would he be able to look beyond their messy past and start again with a fresh start?

There is something within Suguru that decides that he’s going to keep this plan all to himself. He wants to capture the moment you both crack and give into this in his mind.

It's how you are pushed to ask Satoru to join your weekly movie night, Geto insisting that they should try to normalize hanging out again. And you want that desperately.

At the end of the day it didn’t matter what Satoru was trying to do to steal you from Suguru, you just missed him. You missed his laugh, his teasing smile, and his company. It was as simple as the fact that you were incomplete without him in your life, you don’t know how Suguru has handled all of these months without him at his side.

Geto is pouring your favorite drinks, the first for Satoru and the third for you. After the second drink, your body has finally relaxed enough to not be skittish when Satoru joins the two of you in the kitchen, plopping down the snacks he insisted on purchasing.

“Popcorn directly from the movie theater for the spoiled princess.” He snorts and slides the pail of popcorn down the kitchen counter before shedding his hoodie to remain in his mouth watering gray sweats and t-shirt. “Woah… slow down on the drinks and let me catch up! You ate right? Suguru, tell me she actually remembered to eat.”

You feel both of them level an assessing stare as you choke on your drink, wiping your lips with the back of your hand.

“I had a granola bar around noon?” You supply unhelpfully and snatch your popcorn before they can take it from you. “I’m fine. The only light weight here is Sugu’ anyway.”

He groans loudly at the teasing and wordlessly takes his drink and searches the cabinet for his own snack.

“That’s what happens when you miss all the parties.” Satoru joins in with you, loving the opportunities that Geto drops his guard enough to be affected by teasing. “You know there was a party where (y/n) threw up all over Kento’s loafers when he went to pick her up? Ow-!”

“You said you’d never talk about that!” You yell and Satoru hisses and rubs at his arm with a heavy pout, a look of dramatic betrayal playing in his gaze as you smack him to shut him up, your embarrassment apparent.

“Aw come on, sweetheart.” Geto chuckles and hands Satoru his own drink. “You can’t dish it and not take it back.”

You roll your eyes and grab Suguru’s arm to tug him to the couch, settling at his side and leaning against his chest. By the time you’ve melted into his chest, clutching your popcorn happily, Satoru appears from the kitchen with his half finished drink and a grin.

“Let me in!” He whines and nudges your popcorn out of the way, crawling along the sectional until his cheek is pressed against the top of your leg, his arms wrapped around your thigh as he uses it as a pillow.

You freeze in place, your hands hovering in the air, tensing at the position that used to be familiar between the two of you. Geto notes your worked up form and gently rubs your hip, calming you down as much as possible, he doesn’t want you to get spooked.

A small shiver works through you as Satoru thumbs the fabric of your pants, nuzzling into you with a content sigh. You allow him to get comfortable, getting used to the feeling of having him close again, even as he places a chaste kiss to your thigh.

Satoru has never been able to sit through a movie and soon you and Suguru are treated to the sound of his light snoring. He subconsciously kneads at you, feeling you in his sleep as he mumbles unintelligibly as he soaks in your warmth. You grit your teeth, trying to concentrate on the movie as your center throbs.

Why the fuck do you still want him so badly? It was like you never came down from the orgasm he almost pulled out of you.

“Why so horny, sweetheart?” Geto grins into your ear with a coo, enjoying how you don’t even realize you’re squirming against him. God he bets you’re soaked..

“M’not…” You mumble, keeping your eyes glued to the screen where Geto can’t see your rising blush.

“You keep trying to press your thighs together…” He points out with an amused whisper. “And your hands are twitching. Go on… He loves his hair to be pulled.”

You’re unable to contain the shudder as his hot breath caresses your skin, his nose sensually traveling up the expanse of your neck before he kisses behind your ear.

“Geto.” You grumble sternly, dropping the use of your nickname for him, communicating your denial of his request. You weren’t going to toy with your best friend just because it got your boyfriend self admittedly hot.

“Awww.” He pouts, a mockery of Satoru’s earlier action. “I know you want to… and I want to watch you do it.”

“Stop trying to cause more trouble.” You murmur as you turn to look over your shoulder to see his darkened gaze. A small frown graces your features as you chastise him. “You’re both terrible.”

“But I think we all need this, no?” He purrs, slowly kneading your hips in the way he knows turns you on as he kisses your neck with more force pulling soft, needy sighs from you. Geto uses the distraction to take hold of your wrists, using them to set your hands in his hair.

He watches greedily as you tentatively scratch at Satoru’s scalp, but growls low in frustration when you don’t do as he asks. You shriek as you feel Geto’s teeth sink harshly into your neck, making you jolt, your hands clenching and tugging at Satoru’s strands so hard it jolts him awake.

The man wakes with a throaty moan, followed by a hiss when you dig into his scalp harder, your eyes fluttering shut and rolling back when he watches Geto sink his teeth deeper and reach around to grope at your breasts under your shirt.

“‘Toru-” You whine needily for him, trying to pull him closer to stop the burning inside of you. “Please.”

He starts to move but then falters, his wide eyes flick up to where Geto is sucking purple splotches onto your skin and find the dark haired man already staring him down. Geto hums in appreciation when seeing Satoru fall back into their normal dynamic, submission suits him so well.

He used to obey him so easily. He wonders if he still would after everything that’s happened.

“Go on, ‘Toru.” Geto sloppily laps at the marks he’s left on your neck, making you writhe closer to your best friend. “Our baby girl needs you, too.”

He follows Geto’s command without hesitation, righting himself as he rises from your lap and immediately reaching to toss your shirt across the room.

“Fuck-” He groans in appreciation, seeing Geto palm your bare breast, your bra no where in sight. He falls forward, bracing his palm on the couch by Geto’s head as his mouth engulfs your other nipple, circling his tongue in time with his grip on your thigh.

“Stop teasing.” You plead, the heat in your body rising rapidly with the feeling of two sets of hands on your skin.

“You’re going to deny him his fun?” Geto coos, stopping his administration on your tit so slide a hand down your center, deftly pushing past the hem of your leggings and panties with practiced ease. “Let him savor you and I’ll take care of this needy cunt.”

“I could do that instead.” Satoru muses before switching to your neglected breast, using his free hands to grapple with your pants, working them down your legs so Geto can work you with greater freedom. He moans loudly when he’s finally met with the sight of your bare center, you’re so lewd laid out naked like this while they were both fully clothed.

“I don’t think so, ‘Toru.” Geto reprimands him before he can get any ideas, he’s not the one in charge right now. “Let her watch you strip while I get her ready for you. She’ll need it for how big you are.”

You feel Geto shift, but continue his hand’s descent until he’s drawing lazy circles around your clit. He settles you in between his spread legs, the hardened length of his cock pressing hotly into your back as he slaps your legs apart, widening them to give Satoru an unhindered view when he sinks three fingers into your dripping center.

You arch into Suguru, your eyes crossing as you feel the stretch followed by the rhythmic thrusting in and out of your tight walls.

Your eyes fly open at a sharp tug of your hair only to be greeted to the sight of Satoru’s chiseled chest as he drops his t-shirt to the floor, followed up by his sweats, leaving him in only his briefs which outline a truly impressive boner.

“See something you like?” He smirks when Geto takes the opportunity to tease your sweet spot so you can’t even stammer out an answer with how quickly your high is building. “Maybe your boyfriend will let me eat your pretty pussy, angel. You look like you need my mouth to make it all better, hm?”

“Please make it better. I want you t-to make m-me c-cum finally.” You croak out squirming on Geto’s fingers when they suddenly still.

“What? My fingers aren’t good enough for you anymore?” He teases with a grin, revealing in how you choke and sniffle, a stray tear of frustration at losing the stimulation escaping the corner of your eye.

“Baby. Y-you know they a-are-” You stammer, your hips bucking to try to fuck yourself onto them.

“Then you can cum for me instead.” His voice is commanding and absolute as he bullies them back inside of you, not stopping, even when your walls flutter around his digits, and even when you scramble to force his hand away, pushing at his wrist in a panic.

“Stop!” You sob, feeling everything build without snapping, the frantic press of his fingers and Satoru’s heated gaze too much for your body to handle. “I’m g-gonna-”

Satoru watches with rapt fascination, forcing your legs to stay apart as your body tenses and your back forms the perfect arch as you soak Geto’s wrist, more wetness joining the rest as he pulls every ounce of your orgasm out of your forcefully.

“Good baby.” Geto coos, down at you while you tremble, small hiccups flying from you at the slightest stimulation. “So good I’m gonna let him be the one to fuck you. Maybe he’ll be a good boy for me after so long and I’ll let him pump you full of his cum. I know how wild it makes you feel as it drips out of you. Tell ‘Toru how much you want it.”

He wretches your face to the side, gripping your cheeks meanly so you’re staring at Satoru who, at some point, lost his briefs and was palming the length of his cock, unable to handle the lack of stimulation any longer.

“What are you waiting for?” He smirks at how helpless you look in his exes grip, slowing the pace of his hand. Smirking when you shake your head just slightly. “Come on now… you weren’t so shy when you were begging to cum on my fingers. Let him hear how badly you want his ex, angel.”

“Please, ‘Toru.” You cry out, your eyes watering at how badly you want him. “I w-want you so badly. Please-”

“Sugu’, move out of the way.” He grumbles low, the couch dipping below the weight of his knees he settles between your spread leg, hooking his arms around your thighs to tug you down the couch towards him.

Your breath hitches at the ease in which he moves you, you cheeks flaming when he presses your thighs towards your chest to get a full look at you, the tip of his cock hovering over you before it trails through your folds to smear the wetness that Geto forced from you.

In a fit of frustration, you claw at his hip and attempt to reach for him, managing to grasp his length and pump it firmly before a second set of hands close around your wrists, forcing them off of him.

“Sugu’ let me-” Your needy whine transitions to a loud moan as his hands press your wrists to the couch cushion above your head. “Let me go!”

“You’re in the way of me watching him bully his cock into you, sweetheart.” He tuts at you like you’re an immature child, his eyes greedily taking in the sight of you spread open for Satoru, the sight even better than he imagined. He brings his eyes back to your hazy, misty ones, his cock twitching in his pants when you continue to struggle. “Besides he’s bigger than me and I know how you are. You’ll squirm around until the stretch makes you go limp.”

“I don’t c-care. I wanna touch hi- oh my fuck-!” A scream rips from your throat when Satoru takes the opportunity of your distraction to shove his cock into you in one swift motion, meeting resistance as he forces his considerable length to bottom out, slamming against your cervix.

“H-how are you still so fucking tight?” He groans and rears back to shove himself into you even harder, forcing your walls to accommodate him. “Sugu’ not fuck you good enough, angel?”

“He- fuck- he f-fucks me just f-fine-” You manage to squeak out as your hips try to squirm away only to be pinned in place when he completely manages to place you in a press, making you feel him all the way in your throat.

“Not good enough?” Geto raises an eyebrow, his tone firm and domineering as he puppeteers Satoru with practiced ease. “Keep holding her down. I’ll be back.”

You start to panic as he stands and disappears into his room, leaving you alone with Satoru who’s using the time to shoot you a feral grin, suddenly speeding up, clapping the skin of his hips against yours.

“All alone, angel.” He coos down at you, thriving at how you attempt to claw at him now that your hands are free but are unable to with the position he has you folded into. “Always knew you’d end up screaming on my cock. Who knew Sugu’ would stop being such a selfish prude with you.”

“Shit-” You erupt in shudders, feeling yourself teeter at the edge again, sobbing in desperation to see how it feels to cum around him. “Fuck, ‘Toru- Harder please!”

Your vision goes white when his thrusts turn bruising, and don’t stop, even as you try desperately to find yourself in the cloudiness of your mind.

“Come on, angel. You can give me more than that.” Satoru’s face breaks into a feral grin, watching your skin ripple with each snap of his hips. Geto was right, you really do go limp when you’re dicked down properly. “Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect for me, angel. You take my cock so good, baby.”

You’re barely able to register when Geto returns, tossing something on the couch, too busy being fucked within an inch of unconsciousness by a pussy drunk Satoru. When Geto kneels on the floor next to where your body is prone, it jolts you, making your cunt squeeze harshly down on Satoru’s length, pulling a hiss from the man.

“Sweetheart…” He coos low in your ear, learning forward to whisper in your ear so only you can hear. Goosebumps run down your body at the heat that courses through you. “Can I fuck Satoru while he fucks you?”

He was proud of you for stepping forward with Satoru, but that doesn’t mean you were ok with Geto fucking anyone but you. He hums in appreciation as your misty eyes flick to his face in shock before a particularly brutal snap of Satoru’s hips combined with the mental image of Geto dominating the man

“Oh god!” You thrash wildly, your chest heaving in the attempts to suck down breaths while you cum again.Your pleas bleed together in a string of sobs. “Pleasepleaseplease-”

“Tsk tsk, angel. I’m not done y-” Satoru starts, thinking you’re begging him to stop, but he’s been waiting for you for months, he’s not about to let this end now. His hips stutter when Geto stands suddenly and pushes his bottoms to the floor before grabbing what he threw behind Satoru. “W-What are you-? Ah!”

You’re crushed beneath the weight of your best friend as Geto kneels behind him and grips the back of his neck, shoving him forward and holding him there.

“God, you look so much better bent over.” Geto praises hotly, using the lube he snatched with one hand, fisting it along the length of his cock before smearing it between Satoru’s cheeks. “Fucking missed this..”

Satoru’s breath shudders out of him at the first press of Geto’s cock to his back entrance before he pushes himself in steadily, not stopping to give him time to adjust as he bottoms out and grabs his hip, keeping Satoru’s head forced down as he snaps his hips forward.

“Sugu’” He whines needily, doing a complete change from the cocky, domineering man who was pulling orgasm after orgasm out of. His body relaxes, allowing himself to be forced to lay on top of you as Geto makes himself at home inside of him, panting hotly into the crook of your neck, needily pawing at your hips as an anchor.

“Gonna use you to make her cum, ‘Toru.” Geto gives a deep groan, the vibration rolling through the three of you as he allows Satoru to rock back against him, pushing back into his ass to jolt him forward, his twitching cock leaving against your cervix. “You’re a good toy for us, baby. Such a good boy.”

You clench at the whimper that comes from Satoru, another orgasm rapidly approaching. Geto, ever attentive, reaches around Satoru to search for your clit, locating it with ease.

“You’re doing amazing, sweetheart.” He grunts in between his pants, urging Satoru to hit the spot inside of you that makes you see stars. “Give us one more, love.”

“F-fuck I’m gonna cum in you, angel.” Satoru’s head burrows into your neck with a guttural groan, biting into your skin, his hands groping at every inch of your skin, trapped between his two favorite feelings in the world; the stretch Suguru was giving him and the searing warmth of your cunt.

With Satoru’s lips on your skin, your mouth falls open with a silent scream as your body tenses in on itself and snaps. The clamping of your walls around him, sucking him deeper spurs him to shove as deep as possible before allowing himself to empty himself into you with a satisfied shiver, barely holding himself up to not crush you as Geto finally starts fucking into him in earnest.

“Gonna beg for it like you used to, ‘Toru?” He grins at his laborious breathing and your overstimulated, high pitched whines. “Come on. Put us all out of our misery.”

“Please, Sugu’” He pants, his voice cracking before he licks his chapped lips. “Please g-give it to me. S’been too long, please.”

“Who’s fault is that?” Geto growls and grits his teeth, willing his orgasm to hold until he can pull this out of the two of you. “Doesn’t have to be like this. Come back to me, be with us.”

“P-please, Satoru… w-want us to all be okay.” You cup Satoru’s cheeks as overstimulate tears soak your cheek, seeing everything that Suguru has done for the three of you.

“Fuck-” He lurches, his hips spasming as he empties into you for the second time, his cock spurting into you uncontrollably and control his answer. “Yes. I want you b-both-”

You slam your lips to Satoru’s, swallowing his moans when Geto slams into one last time, filling his ass with his cum. Slowly, Satoru’s breathing returns to normal as your tongues twirl each other’s lazily, only interrupted when Geto pulls Satoru’s head back, tangling his hands in his hair to give him a kiss filled with longing, passion, and all the unstated love he’s held back since their split.

Being able to see them both in the way they should be with each other fills your heart with warmth, knowing it can only get better for you all from here.

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𝕖𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕤𝕥; (n.) someone who only pretends to smile

𝕤𝕪𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕤… when geto and gojo grow apart, resulting in their break up, gojo finds friendship and belonging with you and when geto returns he decides he wants you for himself 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕠… 2.3k wc, college!au series, satosugu, geto x gojo x afab!reader, chapter 4 is gojo x reader, explicit content and language, includes themes of manipulation, jealousy, angst, spiteful behavior, etc. toxic friendships, emotionally constipated men, cheating, fingering (receiving), no orgasm 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣… reblogs and likes are appreciated 𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥… send me an ask (link) if you want to be tagged

𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕥𝕒𝕘 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕒𝕤𝕜 𝕓𝕠𝕩

You squint, taking a catalog of the food that was present in their fridge, wondering how men live like this. There was nothing in here that you could use to make anything substantive or nutritious. You roll your eyes at the mental image of Satoru scoffing at the mere mention of a meal option that didn’t involve some sort of sugar option.

Maybe you could settle for a late night snack while you wait for something to be delivered from your local pizza joint? You sigh heavily, vowing to go grocery shopping for them in the morning as you snatch one of Satoru’s favorite snacks he made you try once.

Where even was he? You hum in thought, chewing the food with a furrowed brow. In fact, it had been a while since you had seen and hung out with your best friend. He’s always insisting that he has somewhere to be or something to do. That or you already had plans with Suguru.

As if summoned by your thoughts, he rounds the corner, kicking off his shoes onto the mat before stretching his arms above his head with a groan.

“Is that my pastry?” He pouts at you so dramatically it has you rolling your eyes before you smile at him warmly. His presence always had a way of cheering you up and plastering the biggest smiles on your face. Something that not even Geto manages all the time.

While you always felt better around him, you didn’t know about the butterflies that erupted in his stomach whenever he saw your eyes get a little brighter when he made you smile just from existing near you.

“S’not my fault you don’t keep groceries in the house, shit head.” You giggle and shove the rest in your mouth with a playful smirk. “But I did order pizza if you want some.”

“No Sugu' to share it with?” He lobs the nickname you’ve started to use when referring to Geto, even with others in the friend group, adjusting his tone to poke fun at you. He saw that his work shoes weren’t at the front door, so he must be out.

He wasn’t expecting it, but this might be the perfect opportunity to apply just the right amount of pressure.

“He’s working late tonight.” It’s your turn to pout, disappointed that him working late had interfered with your ability to make plans with him tonight. “The closer called out and he was asked to cover their shift.”

“How are the two of you?” He leans against the counter next to you, searching your face with concern.

“We…” You look up at him nervously, a shy flush gracing the apples of your cheeks. The last thing you wanted to do was upset Satoru by talking about his ex with him. You’re not blind enough not to see the tension after the night he caught the two of you on the couch. “We’re good. I was hoping to be able to go out with him tonight but…”

You trail off with a shrug, something inside of you feeling unsettled with who you’re having this conversation with. It wasn’t just Satoru’s history with Geto, but your own feelings in the mix. There was a time that you wouldn’t have had such strong feelings for Geto. A time where you were nursing a schoolgirl crush on Satoru. Months ago, you would have wanted Satoru to open his eyes and see that you were right in front of him. But other than your hidden feelings, you genuinely care about him, you wanted him to be happy more than you wanted him.

“Really? That’s good…” Why is he frowning at you? Your gut twists painfully, suddenly coming to the realization that he’s probably come to hate you. Why else would he be avoiding you?

“I’m sorry we’ve been so busy, ‘Toru.” The thread of your friendship feels so precarious in your hands, like it may snap at any moment. “You know you’re still my best friend, right? No matter who I’m dating…”

“So are the two of you official now?” He shoves the flinch at you so casually referring to him as only your friend. But it will be ok, he’ll make it ok.

You stare at him blankly, your words dying on your tongue. Satoru watches as your mouth opens and closes, failing to give you the answer he already knows to be true. It was impossible to deny when Shoko described how you cried into her arms about how you were wondering what was wrong with you for him not to ask.

“W-well n-no-” You stammer, your voice cracking with emotion. “He h-hasn’t asked that yet, but he said I’m the only person he plans on seeing right now, s-so it’s fine.”

“Good to see the perfectionist asshole makes the same mistakes as me.” He says, full of frustration as your eyes squint in confusion, trying to make sense of the words that are now flying from his lips. “Do you know how helpless I’ve felt?! I am so fucking angry at myself for not pulling my head out of my ass long enough to realize how I felt!”

“I didn’t… Toru’, I didn’t think that you still h-had feelings for him anymore-” You shrink away from his anger, shaking slightly as your eyes water and spill over.

“What?” He growls in confusion, hating how you're flinching away from him. “I don’t care that you’ve fucked him. I care that he’s fucking you! He walked back into my life after razing it all to the ground only to turn around and steal you from me. He knows how I feel about you and he took you anyway! All to string you along for months and not even have the balls to make it official? Can’t you fucking see that you deserve more than someone who doesn’t give a shit about you?!”

Your fear quickly flares into a burning inferno. You know that Geto cares about you. You can see it in his eyes whenever he listens to you rant about your interests or when he lays the sweetest kisses against your forehead before he lovingly plays with your hair. He always wants to be near you, Satoru wasn’t there when Geto practically begged you to move in permanently. And he certainly wasn’t here when you were the one slamming the brakes on that idea out of consideration for the man in front of you before Geto attempted to fuck a yes from you, grunting as he drilled into you, telling you that he wanted nothing more than to come home to you everyday.

But despite all of this there was a small, scared part of you that was whispering in your ear that he still hadn’t thought to ask you to be his girlfriend. That didn’t matter then, right?

You had everything you needed other than his words to show you he loved you. Just because he loves differently than Satoru doesn’t mean you don’t matter to him.

Satoru was warm, loud, and passionate, never bothering to be anything other than who he was and Geto was more reserved, coming across as cold and calculating, shining in his own way by reflecting the light around him back at you. They were the sun and the moon, both equally beautiful and loved. Could they not see that in each other? Was that why everything had ended?

While trapped in your own thoughts, Satoru approached you slowly, reaching out to brace his arms on either side of you, his palms pressed against the counter. You try to take a step back and are stopped by the countertop’s hard surface, trapped between it and Satoru, who was leaning closer to you.

“You can’t just walk in and try to claim me because someone took your favorite toy, Satoru.” You pant, your body yearning to be closer to him as all the attention it used to crave comes rushing to the surface. Your reprimand has not bite to it as your eyes dip to his lips hovering just above yours.

You want to claim his lips, finally see what he tastes like. You love Geto, yes love, but you want his best friend, his ex, to grab your hips and pull you into his mouth as he lifts you onto the counter and devours you.

“I can do whatever I want.” He coos confidently as he makes you shake with need. He smirks as your harsh pants hit his lips, hovering his mouth just far enough away that he’s not kissing you, but you can both drink in each other's air.

As you breathe heavily, trying to lean forward to capture his lips, he slides a hand done the front of your clothed center, rubbing you through your leggings. The choked whimper it pulls from your mouth has him pressing his hips into you harder, pressing his erection into your thigh as he circles his fingers faster,

“Please, ‘Toru- Ah!” You whine out for him so prettily, struggling against his hips. “Please k-kiss me-”

“Not while you still belong to him.” His refusal wracks your body in frustrated shivers as your hips buck into his hand. “But I’ll still make his little whore, cum.”

His hand shoves down the front of your pants to trail through your soaked folds, easily finding and sinking into your cunt. You shriek and jolt in his hold, squirming wildly when he easily zeros in on gummy spot inside you with come hither motions.

“You just walk around my apartment with no panties on?” He growls in appreciation, working his fingers deeper. “My little bestie just wants to fucked whenever he wants. You make it so easy to use you. You like knowing I’ve been listening to you being fucked sensless picturing that exact thing?”

When you don’t answer, the free hand still leaning on the counter flies out, harshly grabbing into the hair at the nape of your neck to jerk your head back so you’re forced to look up at where he towers over you.

“I asked Sugu’s slut a question.” He coos, pressing his forehead to your and grinding the heel of his palm into your clit as he calls out what you’re doing with him and not the person you’ve been seeing, greedily eating up every twist of pleasure your face makes.

“Y-yes, I like that-” You sob as you feel your body tense, ready to explode around his fingers. You love the idea of him being unable to stop himself from fisting his cock whenever he heard you moan, even when it wasn’t him pulling the reaction out of you. “Please I’m gonna-”

Satoru’s head flies up and his fingers still as he hears familiar footsteps outside his apartment door, followed by the jingle of keys.

“Sorry, angel.” He chuckles and licks up a tear that falls down your face as your chest heaves to catch up with the orgasm you were just robbed of. “Find me later if you want to finish this.”

Geto rounds the corner into the kitchen just in time for Satoru’s hand to pull out from the band of your pants while a sly smirk plasters itself onto his face when he meets Geto’s eyes and licks his fingers clean. His gaze dares Geto’s to say something in reaction as he pushes off the counter.

Knowing Satoru only ever acts out with the desire of having a response, Geto ignores him and smiles softly, making his way to you instead.

Even if he hadn’t seen where Satoru’s hand was, he would have known something heavier had happened. He knew your body about as well as Satoru’s now, and it was clear from your fucked out face, red cheeks, blown pupils, and heavy breathing that you had been enoying yourself. He can also tell by the way you’re practically writhing and pressing your thighs together that you hadn’t cum yet.

He finds himself twitching in his pants at the thought of seeing the two of you together like that, not being nearly as mad as he expected with how possessive he was of you. It was a fantasy that he had buried deep down on the account that he never saw any signs that you were attracted to Satoru or their messy past.

The darker parts of him are amused by you shrinking away just slightly, fearful of his non-existent anger. It has him cupping your cheeks and pulling you into a searing kiss, smiling against your lips when you meet him needily.

He only pulls away from the need to breathe, noting just a hint of apprehension left in your gaze. Geto chuckles and leans forward, lovingly murmuring in your ear for only you to hear.

“Don’t worry about him, baby. I promise it's ok.” You gulp and nod your head, letting him scoop you into a tight hug tht chases away all of your worries.

Over your shoulder, Geto raises an eyebrow in a questioning challenge, daring Satoru to say what’s so clearly on his mind now that he’s here.

Satoru doesn’t take the bait, giving him an unapologetic shrug, refusing to feel sorry for finger fucking his ex's girl until she was sobbing out for him. He simply finishes licking his fingers clean, making sure Geto watches before he disappears into his room with a loud “good night”.

You flinch at the slam of his door, looking up to Geto to meet his eyes as you sniffle, tears rolling down your cheeks, afraid that he was acting at it being ok.

“Sugu’...?” You croak in confusion, wanting to lean into him for support.

“Come on, sweetheart.” He gently pulls you against him, lifting you into his arms to carry you to his room while kissing your forehead to soothe you. “I swear its ok, love. Just come tell me what happened.”

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𝕖𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕤𝕥; (n.) someone who only pretends to smile

𝕤𝕪𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕤… when geto and gojo grow apart, resulting in their break up, gojo finds friendship and belonging with you and when geto returns he decides he wants you for himself 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕠… 1.6k wc, college!au series, satosugu, geto x gojo x afab!reader, chapter three is geto x reader with gojo sprinkled in, explicit content and language, includes themes of manipulation, jealousy, angst, spiteful behavior, etc. toxic friendships, emotionally constipated men, exhibitionism, voyeurism, somnophilia, degradation, masturbation 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣… reblogs and likes are appreciated 𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥… send me an ask (link) if you want to be tagged

𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕥𝕒𝕘 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕒𝕤𝕜 𝕓𝕠𝕩

Satoru had told you one night over pizza about his roommate who was never home, the conversation leading there when you asked what he used the master bedroom for, since he was in the smaller guest room.

Satoru eventually confided in you that this roommate and him had known each other since high school and had dated up until about 4 months ago. He referred to it as “ancient history” and shot you a flirty little smile, covering up the pain he was still feeling to this day.

You had taken his statements at face value. He hadn’t shown you anything in the last few months of knowing him that he felt any differently. If anything, he seemed happy to have his pick of the women around campus.

It was why you hadn’t felt guilty about going out with Geto, but seeing Satoru’s reaction to walking in on you had put this all into a new perspective for you. That perspective however wasn’t taking into account how Geto had wormed his way into your heart so easily. You liked him… like really really liked him.

He was so easy to be around, so easy to talk to and laugh with. You hadn’t felt an instant connection with someone since Satoru, even if he hadn’t been interested in you like you were him. You like to think that things happen for a reason and Satoru not liking you in a romantic capacity left room in your life for this blessing.

A blessing that was currently rolling your groggy body onto its back as you blink away the remnants of sleep. You feel the blankets pull down your body as Geto leaves sloppy, sleepy kisses down your stomach until he comes in contact with your unclothed pussy.

You squirm in your half asleep state, trying to close your legs as the draft of air skims across your center. You feel hands travel from where they were hooked around your waist to slide around the back of your thighs to push your legs open.

“Sugu’?” You try to blink away the sleep, but your head lulls, your eyes struggling to remain open. “What are you doin’?”

“Baby you’ve been sleeping over for weeks…” His voice is still rough, as if he immediately woke up needing you and took what he wanted. “You’d think you’d expect this by now.”

A loud whimper is pulled from your throat as his tongue flattens against your folds, lapping deeply until he can shove his tongue inside of you and rub teasing circles into your clit with his nose.

“P-please s-slow down-” You bite down harshly on your lip, successfully keeping a moan from escaping. You can hear the shuffling in his apartment outside his door, signaling that Satoru was up and getting ready for the day. The distinct sound of cereal pouring into a porcelain bowl, followed by enthusiastic clinking of the spoon.

“What was that?” He grins mischievously, lifting his head just slightly to meet your eyes as he spats loudly onto your folds, using the tip of his tongue to tease your clit. “Go harder?”

“Shit-!” You yelp, your head falling back when he used the distraction to position himself to shove three fingers into you with ease. “Sugu’ y-you’re being r-rude. C-can’t we do this when he leaves?”

“And have him miss all this fun?” He grin wildly as your breath stutters, hitching when he finds your favorite let spot for him to abuse with his digits. He can tell it's rapidly pushing you to the edge. He coos up at your in a condescending manner. “But what if he likes it, baby girl? Gonna deny him hearing these sweet noises?”

Having Geto fuel the fantasy of Satoru finally wanting to see you as you cum has you flushing with shame as you fall over the edge, your body spasming uncontrollably as you whine out for your precious Sugu’.

“You nasty little, whore.” He chuckles, quickly kneeling between your legs as he gathers you cum with his length, slickening himself with the hard work he put into your cunt, using it to drive your crazy, making you shriek at the overstimulation as the tip of his cock rubs into your clit. “Did I end up with a little exhibitionist?”

“M’not, Sugu.” You suck down harsh, gasping breaths, your hips bucking against his cock as you feel your face flush. You need him to stop teasing you like this, its driving you crazy.

“So you wouldn’t like it if I brought you out there to bend you over the kitchen counter?” He asks as he suddenly shoves his cock into your vice grip, bottoming out immediately with a harsh hiss as he continues to degrade you. “Let him see how easily you turn into a drooling mess when you finally get cock?”

The long, heavy strokes of his thrusts jolt you towards the headboard with each movement, your tits rippling with each wet slap of his hips against yours. Your hands burrow in the pillows below your head, your white knuckles attempting to ground you through his onslaught.

“And fuck you get so fucking messy and let me do whatever I want to you, don’t you?” He’s moaning loudly with you, loving how the noises mix together and bounce off the walls. He almost loses it and fills your abused center with cum and he feels your clamp down on him with each passing degradation. “I just want your cunt dripping all over the kitchen floor.”

His head tips back as his eyes roll, he bites his lips with enough force to break skin as he holds back, riding the euphoric high of denying himself his finish in the attempt to make all of this last longer. He wants to keep hearing you sob out in denial of everything he knows will have you tremoring in seconds if you let him have his way.

“S-su- ah!” You yelp when you reach a hand between the two of you, wanting to add just the faintest hint of extra stimulation to fall over the edge, knowing from the amount of times he’s fucked you that he’ll keep denying you your orgasm, when he smacks your hand away and presses your hand to your lower stomach instead. “Please! I wanna cum, baby-”

“Just admit it to me then, sweetheart.” He grunts through gritted teeth, hitting the end of his capacity to stop himself from finishing. “Tell me that the thought of me owning you in front of him makes your cunt throb.”

“I-It- it does.” You whine and dig your nails into his shoulders, drawing blood with how tight you’re gripping. “W-would let you do whatever you- oh my g-god!”

He grips your chin in a harsh movement, smashing his mouth into yours to swallow the screams streaming from your mouth as everything inside of you snaps and pulls him deeper, you legs winding around his hips to lock your ankles around him in a wordless plea to empty himself inside of you despite the lack of protection.

Geto moans into your mouth, slowing the kiss and smiling against your lips as you shiver with little aftershocks. “Good fucking girl.”

Little do you know what scene you’d witness if you walked into the kitchen while Geto worked your cunt into a blinding high only to have you screaming as his cock forced its way into your spasming core.

Satoru whimpered hearing your sweet, desperate noises for the second time in less than 24 hours. The first instance being when he came home from a late night group project only to hear Geto’s headboard banging rapidly against the wall, the dull thumping reaching him even in his room with his headphones on, the vibrations shaking the floor.

The frustration has him taking his aching cock out of his pants right in the middle of the kitchen. He leans one hand to steady himself on the counter while he bites the hem of his shirt between his teeth both to muffle his needy sounds, but also to make it easier to run his fist along his length.

His mind was overrun with the visions of all the things he wanted to do to you, even all the things he wanted to see Geto do. He was ashamed that the vision of the two of you tangled on the couch together had not only fueled his jealousy, but also made his fantasies run rampant.

He manages to grab a hand towel before his eyes cross and he sees stars, shooting his cum into the fabric that was a poor imitation of your slick, wet heat.

As he cleans up and hears the sound of your muffled sobs of Geto’s name as you cum, something solidifies for him. Shoko had mentioned that you had confided something in her that was bugging you out of your arrangement.

Even with Shoko swearing to you that she would keep it a secret, she was concerned enough to entrust it with him.

It had been weeks since you met and started seeing each other, you were practically living here, not that he minded seeing his best friend more, but Geto still hadn’t asked you to be his girlfriend. What was stopping him? Or was he just using your body for an easy outlet and planned on hurting you when he got tired of the arrangement?

Either way, Satoru decides that if Geto was going to drop the ball with locking you down, he’d step in and throw a wrench in that plan. After all, he’s always been selfish.

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𝕖𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕤𝕥; (n.) someone who only pretends to smile

𝕤𝕪𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕤… when geto and gojo grow apart, resulting in their break up, gojo finds friendship and belonging with you and when geto returns he decides he wants you for himself 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕠… 3.5k wc, college!au series, satosugu, geto x gojo x afab!reader, explicit content and language, includes themes of manipulation, jealousy, angst, spiteful behavior, etc. toxic friendships, emotionally constipated men, mentions of alcohol, exhibitionism, voyeurism, heavy petting 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣… reblogs and likes are appreciated 𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥… send me an ask (link) if you want to be tagged

𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕥𝕒𝕘 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕒𝕤𝕜 𝕓𝕠𝕩

Geto finds himself taking a deep breath as he walks up to the door to the cafe. He had dreaded the end of his internship. Not because he was going to miss working there, but because it was the one added thing in his schedule that kept him away from home, away from having to watch Satoru look like a wounded puppy when he couldn’t do anything to help him anymore. The separation was his idea.

And he selfishly wanted to keep Satoru close, even if it caused them pain, even if it was awkward. He believes that eventually they’d be able to learn how to be around each other, but for now, he was just so fucking angry at Satoru for not waiting for him. That he had the audacity to mope around like he was still dealing with his feelings for him.

He had to watch him religiously scroll through dating profile matches over his sugary breakfast cereal when he wasn’t busy hiding in his room, waiting for Geto to leave. If he was going to be subjected to walking into the apartment that he helps pay for in the rare instance he is home, only to be greeted by Satoru’s pert ass ramming into some random, overly enthusiastic moaner he’d snap. He was over being an unwilling voyeur in the mind games he plays with himself, wanting to be put out of his damn misery.

No one had noticed him walk in yet where they had tucked themselves away in the furthest corner of the store. His gaze easily finds Satoru, gravitating to him automatically out of habit, but the sight that was presented to him was anything but the pouting martyr he got used to over the last couple of weeks.

He leans towards you with such a soft look in his eyes, his face smooth, without the stress that causes the bags under his eyes. The softness has just the faintest hint of interest and fondness, reminding him of the nights they used to sit together through the early morning hours in high school, talking about anything and everything.

Geto used to be on the receiving end of that look. But you look clueless, smiling and joking with him like you do with Shoko who’s sitting across from the two of you, totally unaware of his affection. You must be that new friend he’s mentioned a few times as his best friend. He had to admit that you holding that title hurt, but he had a hard time holding onto that when you’re so damn cute. No wonder Satoru was so besotted with you.

He sees you nod enthusiastically at Satoru before he disappears in the direction of the bathroom. Seeing you sitting there all by yourself has him itching to sit next to you. Maybe you’d like it if someone actually appreciated you enough to give you the attention you deserved.

He thinks he’ll just try to keep you for himself. It’s only an added plus that he gets to take something from Satoru after he caused so much pain and suffering.

“Hey.” He hums low, putting on his best smirk as he approaches the couch, sitting close as he swings an arm over the back of the couch to be closer to you.

“Oh hey, shithead. Nice of you to finally show your face.” Soko rolls her eyes, already smelling trouble brewing, but she thinks it might be fun to watch the ensuing chaos. “This is (y/n). I don’t think you’ve met.”

“I haven’t had the pleasure.” He turns and practically purrs the words at you, cocking his head to the side with a slow smile, watching as a light pink flush stains the high points of your cheeks. “Its nice to finally put a face to the name, angel.”

“Oh- uh-” You take a deep breath and gently shut the book you had on your lap, rotating to face him and give him your full attention. His eyes quickly dip to your lips when your tongue pops out to lick them, recovering your composure quickly. “Same. ‘Toru’s told me so much about you.”

‘Toru? How cute. Geto wonders if you’d give him a cute nickname too.

“Oh boy, I hope he wasn’t too brutal.” He chuckles and leans his head on his hand propped on the back of the couch. “I should at least be able to defend myself to his gorgeous best friend before you pass any judgment.”

Your cheeks stain darker this time, but you keep the rest of your composure, remembering that you’re used to shameless flirting from Gojo fucking around with you so often. It’s just so different coming from Geto’s mouth instead. It feels hotter, deeper. Like he’s lighting a fire inside of you on purpose and fanning it into an inferno with his dark gaze.

“Only good things, I promise.” You assure a bit breathlessly, knowing that they had a nasty breakup last year at some point but Satoru had assured you that, while the relationship hadn’t worked, he was still a great friend to everyone.

“Thank god.” He lets out a dramatic breath, pulling a chuckle from you. “I’d hate for any preconceived notions to get in the way of you saying yes to hanging out later.”

“Oh, we’re already friends?” You tease, loving how forward and friendly he was, all while he teases you and can take it in return.

“Of course,” he hums low, thinking that you’re going to be much more than friends. You’re more adorable than he thought. “I’m out of class for the day and Satoru said you love books. Ever been to the book bar around the corner?”

“No.” Your eyes lighten in excitement, your head perking up at the mention of the place. “I’ve been dying to go but its not Shoko’s scene and ‘Toru said books are for nerds.”

You snort in amusement, knowing Satoru was just being dramatic.

“Kento hasn’t offered to go with you?” He jokes, gauging your interest in the other men you probably hang out with often.

“Oh god no,” You roll your eyes in exasperation, clearly Kento was a soft topic right now, but he didn’t know why. “He’s “too busy” to come out and party with us, even for his 20th birthday party! Wait!”

His eyebrow quirks up in confusion as you gasp and start inspecting his arms, poking one in curiosity.

“You could totally manhandle him. Listen, I’m going to need you to help me do something morally ambiguous and possibly illegal.” You rush to explain, totally not thinking of how hard the muscles in his arms were. “But Kento will thank us for throwing him in a trunk when he has an amazing time at his party.”

“Manhandle?” His eyes darken just a tad as he reaches for your thigh, placing his hand on it as his body begs him to know what your skin feels like. “Interesting word choice… but I’m experienced in that. I’ll help if you go to that book bar with me this evening. My treat.”

“I… Sure. If you promise to help.” You gulp audibly and your eyes dart nervously, not meeting his eyes as he thumb passes under the hem of your skirt with soothing swipes. As you look away from his intense gaze, Geto sees you catch sight of Satoru, carrying a cinnamon roll. “‘Toru! Thank you, bestie.”

Satoru smirks at you as you make excited grabby hands at the plate he was holding, and Geto has to bite the inside of his cheek as you moan at the taste.

“No problem, you fucking gremlin.” Geto fights the urge to swat Satoru’s hand away from where he affectionately pats the top of your head, his eye twitching in annoyance. “You getting along with Mr. Tighass over here?”

Geto can see the tension in shoulders, feel the accusing glare on his face as he forces you to scoot over on the couch to accommodate his form, but jokes on him. It forces you to sit with your bare thigh pressed against Geto.

“Of course she is. I’m a pleasure to be around.” Geto shoots him a playful smirk as he leans back against the couch, relaxing because he has both of them right where he needs them.

“He’s going to bring me to that bookstore with the bar in it after this.” Geto watches you, his heart skipping a bit when you convey your excitement for the plans directly to Satoru. He watches as you twist to look for his reaction, your cheeks pink again. And fuck does he love that he put that there.

‘Oh? Hot date?” Satoru’s tone is even but Geto knows enough to see the meaning behind the teasing tone he throws at you. Geto can see the panic in his eyes.

That’s right, Satoru. Game on.

He listens to you stammer out a “no” and he can’t help but chuckle that you didn’t take the hint. He should have been more direct, especially where you seemed to not see Satoru’s interest in you.

“Damn. I thought I was pretty obvious about it.” Geto reaches out and gently thumbs your cheek as he watches the pulse in your neck pickup. “You already said yes, don’t break my heart.”

“I.. Y-you’re sure?” You stammer and he’s fighting the urge to shove all of this in Satoru’s dismayed face. Honestly, what did he expect would happen? If it wasn’t Geto who swept you off your feet some random shit bag would instead. Then he would be in the same position as he is now. He should have realized you were desperate for someone to give you this sort of attention. “I could be crazy, you know.”

“Oh, I know you are if you’re friends with that.” He nods his head over at Satoru with a devious little smirk. “Good thing I don’t mind crazy, baby.”

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“They have so much shit in here.” You say in hushed awe, taking his hand and pulling him to the shelf of your favorite genre. Geto watches as you study the selection with furrowed brows.

“What are these even about?” He laughs and picks up the nearest one, his brows rise into his hairline as he reads a passage that he flipped to randomly, which happened to be a smutty passage to one of your favorite reads of last year.

“Is that the one where he’s using the gun?” You ask in amusement. God, you loved seeing men’s reactions to a good smutty novel, it was rather telling. If he was going to turn up his nose you’d go home.

“It is…? Is he fucking her with it?” He scans the pages and the characters certainly are. God you’re shameless and he thinks he’s in love already. “God damn. You’re using our first date to show me smutty books?”

“You’re the one who insisted on buying them for me.” You playfully push his shoulder, pulling his attention from the novel he was actually making an effort to read for you. “You may as well know what your money is being used for.”

“I’ll get you as many of these as you want, hun.” How was he already in over his head with this girl? Gorgeous, sassy, smart, and a freak under all of it? “But… I’m going to need to borrow your favorites. Just for science.”

He wants to know everything about you. How you tick, what he can use to make you unravel for him. Maybe you’d allow him a demonstration to test out his new knowledge.

“You actually want to read them?” He doesn’t like the guarded tone in your voice. Had someone not appreciated your hobbies in the past?

“Of course.” Geto smiles, warm and genuine. “I… really like you and I want to know more about you.”

He trailed after you as the two of you nursed a few alcoholic beverages while he held the books you wanted to buy, listening to all the answers you gave to his questions. What’s your major? Where did you grow up? What’s your favorite color?

You insisted that he only buy you two out of the stack of ten, saying that you’ll cover the rest. Geto didn’t waste the opportunity that presented itself and you needed to go to the restroom. When you returned, he already had another drink waiting for you next to the shopping bag full of your books with a receipt on the top.

Geto pulled out a book you bought while he waited for you, using the internet to tell him which chapters were the spiciest so he could take mental notes.

“I told you not to!” You pout cutely, your hands on your hips as he places a bookmark into the pages filled with lewd sentences to give you an innocent look that doesn’t pass your inspection.

“You could pay me back by agreeing to a second date.” Geto teases you and watches as a slow, shy smile passes over your face as you sit next to him, scooting closer to tentatively stoke his calf with your foot, gauging his reaction.

He shifts to adjust himself in his seat, seeing the heat starting to burn inside your eyes as your pupils dilate and flick down to his mouth.

“Does it count as the second date if you invite me home with you?” Your breath hitches so sweetly to his ears when he leans forward, letting you see lust he’s been holding back

“So bold, hun.” His voice drips with promise, leaning in to rasp his words into your ear. “But, no. I’d still consider it the first. Wouldn’t want you to back out of the second date after what coming home with me entails.”

“Hmm…” You hum like you haven’t already made up your mind, keeping him waiting. Geto sees how you’re fixated on his lips, especially then your pretty pink tongue laps at your lips like you can taste him already. “Give me a little taste of what that would look like? I don’t think I understand, Sugu’.”

What may have started as a way to get back at Satoru was quickly unraveling as you wind him up, wrapping him around your finger so easily it gives him whiplash. If he thought you being adorable, talking about your interests with passion was sexy, seeing your energy directed at him like this had his composure melting away.

It’s like a puzzle piece that he didn’t know he was missing slots into place. He wants to own you, even as his lingering feelings for Satoru sit below the surface. Surely he can love you both at the same time and still give you what you need?

“I think I’ll make you wait.” He muses, breathing your air before he pulls away, noting a small whimper of disappointment from your lips. “Trust me, I’ll give you a taste as soon as we get home. There are too many eyes here for what I’d like to do to you.”

Geto’s cock twitches to life at what kissing you right now would push him to. Maybe he’d push his hands into you pants. Or more likely he’d drag you down the hall to the restrooms to bend you over the sink.

But none of that was the time or attention he wanted to give you, or the noises he wanted to make sure Satoru heard, so for now his traitorous cock would have to wait in his pants.

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“You’re sure he’s not home?” You frown, looking around the familiar apartment, going straight to the kitchen to place your bag of books on the counter and pour the two of you a glass from Satoru’s collection of alcohol. Having you bend over right in front of him draws his attention, the heart shape of your ass clearly outlined in your shorts, the lips of your cunt lewdly visible with how the fabric is tucked.

He’d grab your hips and pull you into him right now if it meant he could rub himself against you, but something about your comfort in this space irks him.

Geto twitches with annoyance, not at you, but how comfortable you are in here and what that means. You’ve been here before. Many times. And that means that Satoru has had the privilege to see you alone like this, so relaxed and intimate and he still hadn’t done anything with you.

He doesn’t blame Satoru for wanting you around, you’re breathtaking and your personality is even better. But he wants to be the only one you soften for like this, the only one you smile at with such warmth and promise.

“His shoes aren’t here.” He only shrugs, taking the drink you hand him and downing it in one gulp before leading you into the living room.

You aren’t even able to bend back over and select a movie to watch before he’s taking your wrist and tugging you harshly to the couch to straddle his hips. The second your legs are settled around him he’s gripping your chin, wrenching your face towards him where he claims your mouth with a deep, satisfied moan.

You shudder in his hold as his hands push under your shirt to knead at hips, making you rub your clothed center against his. Geto groans when you sink your nails into his chest, the bite of pain making him shiver and his cock twitch in excitement. He reaches one hand to the collar of his t-shirt tugging it off with one hand in a practiced motion.

“Fuck, sweetheart. Keep putting those marks on me.” He growls, starting to lose himself in the haze of need, his reaching hands trembling with the need to see your soft skin exposed to the air. He grabs the hem of your shirt, ripping it from your body, attacking you with hot, heavy, open-mouthed kisses, stroking his tongue with yours, already addicted to your taste.

He knows how high he’s building you without even touching your cunt. Your wetness soaks the fabric of your shorts, staining the crotch of his pants to the point he can feel it against his length. It has his mouth watering as he yanks your head back by the hair at the nape of your neck, kissing you deeper and greedily palming your tits under your bra, using the rough pads of fingers to twist your nipples gently.

He’s about to flick your bra open when, in the lusty haze, he hears keys open the front door and footsteps approach. Your body gives no indication that you’ve heard Satoru come home, so Geto sloppily trails his mouth down your neck, sucking harsh marks onto your skin that will make Satoru remember what he’s about to get an eyeful of.

He growls when you respond to his administrations so readily, your head tilts back limply, giving him the room to add more strokes to his canvas, but what he doesn’t expect is your hands deftly unbuttoning the buttons of his pants, shoving a hand inside to stroke him in time with his tongue’s movement on your skin. Only when your eyes fly open in the shock of a hash bite on your neck do you see Satoru standing there in stunned silence.

“Thought we said no fucking in the common rooms?” You fly back from Geto, covering your chest with an embarrassed squeak, rushing out an apology as Satoru glowers at the two of you. “Make sure to use protection, Geto will try to convince you he doesn’t need it.”

Geto feels how you flinch, your body tensing at the loud slam of Satoru’s bedroom door. But he’s too elated that he got such an intense reaction out of him, it’s only company in his mind was the anger that he had caused you to flinch and how he could make you forget what he said to you.

“Now where were we, hun?” He purrs, undisturbed by the interruption, his bulge still pressing against you. He notes your hesitation and pulls back slightly, cupping your cheek to check in with you. “We could stay out here and give him a show. Or do you want to go to my room?”

“Your room….” You mumble, leaning needily into his touch, letting him scoop you into his arms and carry you. You didn’t know that you were craving attention like this, your want for Geto was barely dampened by the interruption, but you refused to be disrespectful of your best friend’s apartment.

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