concealing the violence, i've been stung by a wasp...
𓂃۶ৎ hiya! i'm aphra, an 18 year old student :3 i started writing a long, long time ago, but i rarely publish my works >.< i love writing, though; so if you have any suggestions or request, feel free to reach out to me! just keep one thing in mind,,, i've been suffering from clinical depression since 2015 and i disappear a lot... TT pol/eng/kr/ru
masterlist ; my carrd. ♡ taglist. ⋆˚꩜｡
i'm always happy to chat! please, tell me what you think about my works, ask me about your day, vent as much as you'd like... this is a safe space. ♡
a few little things about me:
⭑.ᐟ i love heavy metal and nu metal rahh heavy music in general
⭑.ᐟ i was supposed to study law,,, ended up with resocialisation
⭑.ᐟ i have four piercings and i look forward to getting more
⭑.ᐟ i have absolutely no fucking luck with men.
⭑.ᐟ i'm veeerrrry interested in medicine and pharmacology
⭑.ᐟ i play volleyball and i'm a political party activist :3
⭑.ᐟ i suffer from migraines wwww
if there's anything else you'd like to know about me, check my carrd! hope you'll stay here for a while. <3
writing is so funny because i could write nonstop for 9hrs and then hit a block where im like "how do i transition between this moment and the next?" and then i just dont touch it for 6 months
hey btw fictional smut is not real sex. since i know there's plethora of young audience here who reads thinking they need to be like the porn in fics, no you don't. let me tell you that tits come in all sizes and it's normal. sagging is normal. stretch marks, scars, hairy bodies are normal. strawberry skin is okay. hyperpigmentation in pelvic region is normal. not every pussy is light barbie pink. a vagina looks like a vagina; you don't have to be grossed out. most of the women can't squirt at all also can't cum with just vaginal penetration. 6 inches is big. always use protection. prep it before you put it in. don't ever try anal without lube and stretching. not everyone cums like seven times back to back. aftercare is important. and lastly for the love of god, do not ever try cervix fucking.
some men don’t last long, if not less. a small dick doesn’t mean anything, it’s all about how they use it. some men don’t understand our bodies and it’s okay to guide them during sex. if you’re not feeling it, it’s okay to say no. don’t have sex because they want it, you have to want it too. it’s not pleasurable if one person is enjoying it and not the other. it’s okay if you don’t shave, i promise you it won’t matter in the end. sex is sex. they didn’t care back then, they won’t care now. always pee afterwards, this avoids utis. drink water and eat healthy if want to think your vagina will be wetter. i promise you a healthy diet does affect your body and bodily fluids. no before you even ask, vagina doesn’t taste sweet. unless you convince yourself it does and in this case some do and that’s okay! same goes with a man’s bodily fluids. it all depends on how you treat and feed your body in the end. a dentist can see the bruising from blowjobs, trust me i have been the topic of that conversation with my female dentist. if you discriminate dick sizes don’t say anything to the males about it. it does hurt their ego unless they make fun of their dick first. anything past 5-6 inches does hurt and hitting the cervix isn’t comfortable. you can and will bruise your cervix to the point that you may need to consult in a professional. safe sex is the best sex. sex is overrated in a sense unless you find the right person to perform the acts with. never have sex on your period, that is a blood bonding ritual and men do get obsessed with you afterwards.
i just wanna lay my face between his legs and snuggle with his cock. it's not even in a sexual way, he could be sitting there doing his own thing and i just wanna be nuzzling my nose and cheeks and face against him, giving little kisses and using his soft plushy dick as a pillow
you tried for ten years to forget your first love - but he's back once again as your coworker after you've already fallen into the arms of another
synposis: nanami kento broke your heart once by walking away for some shitty salary job. you're not about to let him break it a second time no matter how many missions you're stuck taking with him. especially when a certain dark-haired sorcerer is spurred to stake his claim on you too.
pairing: nanami x f!reader x geto
content: mdni, angst + smut, au where Geto never defected but nanami still left, lotsss of emotional hurt, a little comfort, jealousy, protective and possessive men, first kisses and rebound sex, LOTS OF ANGST, messy relationships, unprotected piv sex, semi-public sex, bathroom sex, heavy yearning and pining
The first time you kissed him was terrible. The sun was hurting your eyes, blaring down from up above, not a single breeze or big cloud to offer any reprieve when you brushed his hair out of his face. His skin was warm, burning up the same way you were - inside and out. He tasted bitter, black coffee lingering on his tongue, still his go-to drink despite the heat.
Nanami liked his habits. His routine.
You weren't sure why he liked you.
Just that when he pulled away, you wanted another kiss anyway. For his lips to press back against yours, for his hands to venture past the polite way he cupped your cheeks and pressed flat on your back.
"Do, uh, you wanna go back to my dorm?" You murmured, breathless as you searched his somber eyes, the sunlight painting them a pretty shade of amber as they seared through you.
"I can't stay."
Of all the things you remembered now, it was his face that haunted you still. The firmness in it. The clench of his jaw and downturn of his lips.
"Oh," You swallowed. "I didn't know you had a mission."
He sighed, glancing back out towards the clustered school buildings, the empty walkways and the stillness of the trees. Cicadas chirping somewhere unseen, but for a moment, no one else existed. Just you and him.
"I don't," He finally said.
You blinked, your body realizing what he meant before your brain caught up. Your heart sinking, nails digging into your palm as a hard lump started to form in your throat.
The thing you'd talked about a hundred times before but you'd never believed he'd actually do.
"Ken," You started, silently begging him not to say what you thought he would.
You knew it. Knew it'd been coming. Maybe he had tried to stay, stuck it out longer for you. But you could only claw against the inevitable for so long.
"You should leave too," He calmly spoke. "Go to college. Get a job. Live."
He wasn't even asking you to come with him.
"You're leaving me," You exhaled, choking back the tears that wanted to come. You refused to cry, not in front of him, not when he was fucking abandoning you.
Wasn't it hard enough without Haibara? Had you never been enough anyway? A hundred and one questions that flashed by one after another, each one hurting more than the last.
Hadn't you both lost enough?
Why did you have to lose each other too?
"I refuse to watch you die next."
You didn't know what stung more. How little he believed in you, or the fact he probably only kissed you to try to convince you to quit.
The next time Nanami saw you, your lips were on someone else.
Okay, well, it was a peck on the cheek, but still.
Your fingers were grazing against Gojo's chest, giggling at something stupid while he bought you a drink. His hand grazed over your waist, casually slung there as if he'd touched you a thousand times before.
Nanami hated it.
Hated to think that in the years he'd been gone, Gojo probably had touched you a thousand times, maybe even in places Nanami never had.
"I should probably warn-" Shoko started, following his stare to where you were standing by the bar, still too distracted to notice their entrance.
"It's fine," Nanami dismissed her concern mid-sentence. He didn't want the details of who was in your bed or in your arms. "We're all adults."
He didn't feel like one though.
He felt seventeen and stupid again, watching the tears brimming in your eyes and threatening to escape with every blink through his strained goodbye.
It looks every ounce of his composure then to leave, and just as much now to stay.
You would be coworkers again - the same way you'd talked about ten years ago. He guessed neither of you could've suspected it'd turn out like this.
"Whatever you say," Shoko murmured, shrugging her shoulders and looking over right as Gojo called out.
"Look who it is," He let out a long, low whistle, drawing an uncomfortable amount of eyes over. But there was really only one set Nanami was focused on, feeling the weight of a decade crushing his heart all over again when he met your stare.
It was unfair how pretty you were. Jujutsu wasn't kind to anyone, a burden usually worn in scars and exhausted eyes, but you were still bright, lips curved up in the sort of smile that had always made him second-guess his sanity.
But then it fell, your face scrunching up in confusion, blinking once, then freezing like it struck you it really was him.
"Hello," Nanami greeted, struggling not to wince at how stilted and awkward his own voice sounded.
He couldn't drag his stare away from you, studying the new lines on your face, the color in your cheeks, noting the faint scars scattered over your arm, hardly visible under the warm overhanging lights.
"Guess you must've missed me, Nanamin," Gojo sighed dramatically, letting go of you and striding over to sling an arm around his shoulder and squeezing without ever technically touching. Nanami shrugged his arm back off with a scoff.
"Don't call me that," Nanami wryly muttered, breaking his stare to step away from him - and closer to you. He straightened his posture, relaxing his shoulders back, wondering what sort of impression he was making. If you were cataloguing every change too, all the ways he'd grown, the muscles he'd built in the gym rather than in training, if you noticed how his button-up strained against his chest now rather than hanging loose. After all, he'd picked it out in the hopes of seeing you tonight.
"Hey, Suguru," Gojo called out unbothered, glancing back and leaning against the bar to look back to the entrance. "Check out who Shoko dragged in."
Geto had changed almost as much as he had.
His hair was longer now, a few bangs hanging loose in his face while half of it was tied up, but he was taller, broader, dressed in a casual sweater and wearing a tired smile. Gone were the exhausted circles under his eyes, but he still wore one of those sly smiles bordering on a smirk.
"You're back?" Geto cooly asked once he was close enough, but he didn't find his own spot at the bar, didn't shake his hand or stop next to him.
He slid an arm around you.
It wasn't like Gojo's - there was nothing casual about this. It was possessive, fingers digging into your hip, pulling you into his side and leaning down to murmur something in your ear that made you nod.
"Yes," Nanami cleared his throat, trying to convince himself it didn't fucking feel like his heart was stuck in a cheese grater while Geto's lips brushed intimately against the shell of your ear and you laughed.
He had never forgotten the sound.
But hearing it again made the world stop. Light and a little too loud, like you never cared who was listening, like you never cared about anything.
You weren't worried about dying or desperately wishing you'd been dealt a different hand in life. You accepted the cards and carried on.
He once thought you were reckless. Irrespsonible.
But now he just recognized it as something the younger version of him had been incapable of.
He might've told you that if he got the chance to speak to you.
But no, three drinks later, you were firmly sheltered in Geto's grip and fully ensnared in something he was saying. Sitting on the opposite side of a corner booth, not even sparing him a single look.
You'd reply to Gojo or Shoko.
Glance the other way each time Geto briefly spoke to him.
Yet you hadn't said a word to him.
"We don't have that many kids this year," Gojo pestered Nanami, poking his arm and pulling him out of staring at you. "Wanna meet them tomorrow?"
"I'll have to decline," Nanami muttered, pushing up his goggles and glancing back at the amusement in Gojo's blue eyes, clearly enjoying the tension that refused to evaporate from the air. "My first mission back is tomorrow."
"Ah, another time then," Gojo grinned, clapping his shoulder before taking a sip of his drink. It wasn't alcohol, something sickeningly sweet and sugary instead, offensively colored with enough food dyes to stun a Victorian child.
Gojo was close enough to a child, he supposed.
He'd distracted him long enough that by the time Nanami snuck another peek back across the table, you weren't there.
Your purse was pressed against Shoko's side. Your drink still sitting half-empty with a glittery lipstick stain next to Geto's whiskey. But he was gone too.
Shoko saw the look on his face first.
"They probably went out for a smoke," She shrugged, too tired to care too much about where they went.
"Yeah, a smoke," Gojo chuckled, like they were in some secret club he hadn't been invited to join.
Nanami wondered what you'd look like with your lips wrapped around a cigarette. Picked up on some of your former upperclassmen's bad habits after he pulled away. Remembered the way you used to scrunch your nose up at the smell.
Or perhaps you were just keeping Geto company while he took a drag. If you were into guys that smoked now.
He wasn't sure which was worse.
Neither of you were back fifteen minutes later.
So he was stuck listening to Gojo bemoaning about some curse he'd finished with the flick of his fingers out in the middle of some no-name city while Nanami started to regret ever returning to this one.
As if the night couldn't suck more, Gojo somehow managed to spill his drink all over his lap and he was left searching for a bathroom to clean it up before it completely soaked through his pants.
The men's bathroom was locked. The line outside the girls one was ridiculously long. But a passing bartender stopped him before he could go back to the booth, batting her lashes and letting him know there was an employee restroom he could use down a different hall.
The only problem? It was already occupied.
And he hadn't realized it until he walked in.
There you were, bent over the sink with your face pressed against the glass and Geto's fist in your hair, tugging it back as his hips slammed roughly against your ass. Getting fucked in some sleazy bathroom by your former classmate.
You didn't even notice Nanami.
Apparently too absorbed in the way Geto's cock was drilling into you to hear the door, although, your pretty little gasps probably drowned that out.
Geto glanced over, giving Nanami an amused once-over without even pulling out. His other hand was pressed against your back, pinning you to the sink and pushing your spine into a painfully attractive arch.
Nanami hated the fact that watching you squirm like that made him ache inside, the sweat sticking your hair to your face and your lips parted in desperate moans only making his cock strain in the confines of his boxers.
"Sweetheart," Geto purred, and your dazed attention looked at him through the mirror, wide-eyed and practically adoring. "We've got company."
Your expression hardened the second it landed on Nanami.
Cold and sharp, like you were hoping to cut through all his shields straight through to his heart.
You didn't ask Geto to stop.
Just locked eyes with Nanami while Geto slammed back into you, like it was his fault he found you fucking one of the only people he actually respected. Wielding blame better than any technique.
He left you. It was his loss.
Letting out another lewd moan that would haunt him in his dreams, biting your bottom lip the way he used to shamefully fantasize about during long classes, clenching around another man while your stare was stuck on him the way he'd been stuck on you for well over his life now.
"I apologize, for, uh, intruding," Nanami dryly said, jaw set in a tight line and Adam's apple bobbing while he barely managed to find the doorknob behind him.
"No worries," Geto casually murmured, a smug scrawled all over his face when he cocked his head to the side. As if he almost felt bad for Nanami. "She's close anyway."
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𓂃۶ৎ psychology professor!geto suguru x student!reader. smut, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort. reader insert, alternate universe, academia au pretty much, teacher-student relationship, forbidden love trope, stupid love at first sight, porn with plot. geto is a teacher and be honest we all wanna fuck him, drug usage (recreational or not), alcohol, partying VERY immature behaviours, age difference (it is legal though!), reader in her early 20s, geto in his mid 30s, office (desk) sex, pussy eating, facesitting, blowjobs, handjobs, semi-public sex, missionary, doggy, yeah this one is freaky, breeding kink, corruption kink, eventual pregnancy, masturbation, phone sex, mutual masturbation, loss of virginity. hard university life www, "secret" crush (not secret at all..), lowercase intended. !! i do not condone irl relationships like this guysss it's power imbalance that's why it seems hot (plus it's sugu) but it can really REALLY fuck your life up!!
masterlist | chapter two
𓂃۶ৎ chapter one; school's in, another year... first day of the new semester and new experiences is here. you arrive at the university, maybe a little stressed, but mostly unbothered; that is, until some fucker doesn't bump into you and your saviour's voice is way too hot for his own fucking good.
an: this one is a little short but i'm testing stuff out!! i can't wait to write more hehehe please tell me what you think about it! also keep in mind that she's just a young lady entering adulthood, desperate for some new experiences, good or bad. that's why she'll end up making some stupid decisions and... well, i shouldn't be spoiling it now, should i? ;p ALSO IK SUKUNA IS GOOFY ASF FOR NOW bear w me </3
art creds: @/sugurusboobs and @/aliyartss on twt!!
well, fuck. you thought that high school will be your final place to meet loads of overgrown children, but apparently; you were wrong. SO wrong. hoards of new, you guessed, students running towards the door. as if the building was about to disappear. you rolled your eyes, cursing them in your mind; what could possibly get them so excited? well, that wasn't really important. you stood a little bit to the right from the door, not wanting to get injured by the crazy crowd. hey, actually - maybe they were burning someone at the stake? that's why there was a big ass group of people acting like fucking villagers with no manners? you chuckled at your idiotic theory. yes, it was stupid. yes, it provided entertainment. so it evens out.
and as you were thinking about the medieval rituals happening inside, someone bumped into you. quite harshly, might you add. you lost your balance and were about to kiss the floor, when some pair of strong hands caught you. oh, well. your first day didn't even start yet, and you already had a debt of gratitude towards someone, and you were a girl of proper manners - raised maybe a bit too harsh, but you like adapting to the rules as much as breaking them. moral, legal, ethical, social; all are simply just a bunch of bullshit that was created to "invent peace" and by the lucky side effect - enslave someone's free will. rules are necessary, but they need bending sometimes; your lifelong motto didn't really apply to this situation. the stranger didn't need to catch you, but he did, and he saved your pretty little face from getting bruised. that was nice, you thought; apparently, one of the professors who taught psychology was smoking hot. yeah, you shouldn't really look forward to getting an apparent supermodel as your teacher, but... can you blame a girl from hoping? maybe you were still a bit of a teenager at heart, maybe you really needed some dick from a hot dilf… and your sweet, sweet fantasies were interrupted by a rough, rich voice.
"are you alright?" the stranger asked, and fuck, his voice was so hot. hey, you might really be desperate to pounce on some cock… but for now, you should get up, thank the stranger and be on your way. being late on your first day of academic journey wasn't something you had planned, and would most likely want to avoid. you gently removed the big pair of well-built arms off yourself, standing up, turning and bowing low immediately.
"i am fine, thank you. i apologise for the inconvenience. i hope i did not hurt you anyhow. i must be going to class now, but know i greatly appreciate that you caught me," you muttered, a bit too formal for your actual liking. and it seems that he thought so too, because he chuckled and tsked lightly. you bowed again, not sparing him another glance and quickly walked inside to get inside your lecture hall. the masses of people disappeared, so it was safe to enter now; and as your saviour muttered some reply, you were already on your way to find in which wing does professor Geto teach.
well, little did you know he was right behind you, chuckling at your obviously fake politeness. it was quite… intriguing, seeing how people not that much younger than him behaved. zero appropriate behaviour; men just nonchalantly avoided him, with a small portion of them only bugging him to learn more about the subject. women… oh boy. he knew he was handsome - back in his own student days with Satoru, Shoko and Nanami he was the one who got the most confessions, but now? it only seemed to get worse. it was flattering, sure… but at the same time, those young women just saw him as a hot professor, nothing more and nothing less. he was sure that at least half of them had some dirty fantasies about him; it was obvious by the way they wore much inappropriate for university dresses or skirts and pressed their boobs together when talking to him. he was teasing by nature, so he usually entertained them just a bit. but if any of them tried to take it a step further, he'd lecture them about ethics of this - and there were none. in no world a teacher should get involved with a student. and you; apparently, were not like them at all. faked politeness, to the point of laughing, but politeness nonetheless. dressed appropriately and... not sparing him even a single glance. that was something new to him; a young female uninterested by him? well, he only had to hope you'll end up in his class, so he can at least get some entertainment.
and fate seemed to have smiled upon him, he thought, as he watched you enter his lecturing hall.
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professor Geto wasn't here yet. that's fine, very fine for you actually; since you were both late, you wouldn't have any problems at the start of the semester. and as you looked to find some free spot, you noticed that… well, for starters, there were mostly women in this class. secondly, they dressed in... really revealing clothing. and you're not the one to judge - heck no, there's nothing better than putting on some slutty clothing and make some men pay you for your drinks, but it's a night activity. definitely not a morning class activity. and that amount of girls could mean that you're enrolled in the hot professor's class. the smoking hot psychology teacher could be professor Geto. well, anyway, their clothing is their choice, not yours - so you continued to search for a seat, and you found one empty next to some pink-haired bulky dude and equally built black-haired guy. well, fuck. since there were no other seats available, you came up to them, silently praying that you wouldn't have to deal with three hot men for most of your class hours.
"hi. may i sit here?" you asked, your eyes trying to grace them both with an equal amount of time. you noticed a few interesting details; the pink-haired guy had a killer stare and face tattoos, but he moved some things to the side, nodding at your question. his arms were also tattooed - god, just how old was he? and the dark-haired one...
"suure, mama," he smirked at you, making you glance at his lips, and you noticed his scar. it added some sort of... charm, to his figure. kinda sexy. just like his companion. "what's yo name, cutie?" he asked as you bowed your head, squeezing next to his manspread, trying to fit between the desk and his knees, to which he chuckled and moved his leg a little more. what a fucker. men around your age were really annoying. "it's y/n. yours? ...and yours?" you added, looking at the pink haired guy who scoffed.
"hah, you think you deserve to know--" he got brutally interrupted by the black haired guy, "he's Sukuna, 'm Toji. nice to meet you, baby," he purred, winking. well, fuck. an undeniably hot dude was flirting with you now, and his equally handsome friend was giving him the side eye. you'd surely get distracted a lot; but to be honest, did you really mind? who cares about a simple little life. you were young, you were free; so, you guessed, it's better to act wild now rather than when you're 40. you settled down between them, earning a groan from Sukuna as you unpacked you laptop, not paying much attention to the sound of class door opening and someone entering. until.. you heard a familiar voice.
"good morning, everyone. i apologise for being a bit late," the professor said, and your gaze snapped up. "i'll be your psychology teacher, i'm professor Geto," he smiled, and fuck - he looked so mesmerising. you understood now why so many women dressed the way they did just to get his attention. and his voice sounds familiar, because, well - he's the one who caught you before. you were in his arms. you were in professor Geto's arms. "fuck," you muttered under your breath, but that didn't seem to miss Toji's or Sukuna's ears.
"what?" Toji looked at you, his gaze teasing. "we're taking this class for the third time. this cruel fucker rejected our final papers…" the dark-haired man whined, looking at your professor now. "every year, there's a shit ton of ladies offering himself to him. don't tell me you're one of those girls who fawn over him?" he chuckled, and so did Sukuna; and you just blushed and stared at your new professor. but it didn't really seem you're that fortunate today - because professor Geto's gaze found yours, and oh fuck. you couldn't really look away; and you were seconds away from unbuttoning your dress. but his gaze drifted apart, and you came to your senses; stunned by your own thoughts.
damn, you really needed some dick - that was fucking obvious now. "...no. i'm not," you mumbled, focusing on starting your laptop and taking out your paper notebook.
well, fuck.
the class went on smoothly, and you were actually able to focus on the subject. probably because today's one wasn't serious at all; it was something akin to introduction to psychology, and well - everything would be perfect if your newfound friends didn't whine in your ears all the time. man, they really should get a grip. if this major is too hard for them, why don't they just choose another?? well, not your place to find out - since they were studying psychology, they would surely find their answer soon. hearing the professor end his lecture, you gathered your things as quickly as you could, desperate to escape this lecture hall, desperate to escape your professor's eyes.
he glared at you so intently. you were sure it wasn't intentional, it couldn't be... judging by the looks of disappointed girlies, he took interest in no student. which was good - he was at least somewhat ethical person. but some part of you felt hurt. he wasn't interested in you now, and he shouldn't be interested in you even when you graduate. well, you should let it stay as a harmless crush then; it's nice to have a gentlemanly, handsome, really knowledgeable professor teaching your main course. you sighed, catching Toji's attention as the two of you walked out of the lecturing hall.
"wassup, mama? somethin' on your mind?" he asked, making you sigh again. "...no, not really. do we have the next class together?" you replied, wishing that they both had their next class with you. having some company would be nice; you didn't mind being alone, but hey - you were looking to get a bit loose once you enter university, and that was your great chance to do so. you weren't fond of judging people by their appearance, but both of them just looked fucking stoned. not exactly the proper people you should surround yourself with; and your parents would be more than disappointed. but hey! they weren't here, and you're an adult now, even though you don't always act like on, and your mindset is far from fitting someone entering society as a full-time member now.
"yeah, we got all classes together. cool, ain't it?" Toji put his hand on your shoulder, making you push it off and him earn a glare from you. you rolled your eyes playfully, already forgetting about being mopey because your professor fantasies would never come true. "mm, i guess. would be better if you stopped groping me, though," i muttered, picking up the pace and exiting the classroom, your two new companions just swiftly looked at each other before following you.
and little did you know - your professor's gaze never left your form.
it feels better to fall asleep alone ('cause that's the only way i know)
𓂃۶ৎ psychology professor!geto suguru x student!reader. smut, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort. gojo professor cameo. reader insert, alternate universe, academia au pretty much, teacher-student relationship, forbidden love trope, stupid love at first sight, porn with plot. geto is a teacher and be honest we all wanna fuck him, drug usage (recreational or not), smoking, alcohol, partying, VERY immature behaviours, age difference (it is legal though!), reader in her early 20s, geto in his mid 30s, office (desk) sex, pussy eating, facesitting, blowjobs, handjobs, semi-public sex, missionary, doggy, yeah this one is freaky, breeding kink, shower sex, corruption kink, eventual pregnancy, masturbation, phone sex, mutual masturbation, loss of virginity. hard university life www, "secret" crush (not secret at all..), lowercase intended. !! i do not condone irl relationships like this guysss it's power imbalance that's why it seems hot (plus it's sugu) but it can really REALLY fuck your life up!!
𓂃۶ৎ well - your high school teachers warned you. college sucks - it's hard, unforgiving and ruthless. and you have to pay for it. ha!
but.. there is some good to it, you think, as you see your psychology professor - and damn, he's hot. as fuck.
it seems that fate had some mercy on you; your major is psychology, so you'll be spending most of your time at the university at his lectures. and he's such a fucking eye-candy.
but little did you know... fate binding you two together was not an act of mercy, no - rather ruthless cruelty, because your crush on the professor seems to develop. but you can't cross that line, right?
...right?
𓂃۶ৎ artwork made respectively by @/tomiokamon and @/mayokedi on twt!! :3
i. school's in, another year.. ; posted! 1971 words.
ii. what you're doing to me ; not posted yet!
iii. too young to fall in love ; not posted yet!
iv. for i toss and turn, i can't sleep at night! ; not posted yet!
v. make her feel right when it's wrong ; not posted yet!
vi. she just wanna get high! ; not posted yet!
vii. i really think you're lovely ; not posted yet!
viii. something's not okay ; not posted yet!
ix. whole party, but he only want me, tho! ; not posted yet!
x. stupid for you ; not posted yet!
xi. beauty school ; not posted yet! (smut mostly chapter)
xii. i just want you to see the best of me ; not posted yet!
xiii. no such thing as too young ; not posted yet!
xiv. speaking in tongues ; not posted yet! (smut only chapter)
xv. lovesick ; not posted yet! (smut mostly chapter)
xvi. taking over me ; not posted yet!
xvii. everything falls apart ; not posted yet!
xviii. fucked your way up the ladder ; not posted yet!
xix. eat you alive ; not posted yet! (smut only chapter)
xx. tear you apart ; not posted yet!
xxi. even when you think i hate you, i still love you ; not posted yet!
xxii. you kill me (in a good way) ; not posted yet!
xxiii. to keep her safe is all i know ; not posted yet! (smut only chapter)
xxiv. one of me is cute, but two, though? ; not posted yet! (smut mostly chapter)
xxv. eternally yours ; not posted yet!
𓂃۶ৎ i'll do my best to update weekly TT if you have any insights regarding the story, let me know!! i'm used to oneshots, not series so it might seem kinda rushed but waaah bear w me... :3
synopsis: your best friend has always been an asshole - whether it's in his band or in his bed. him ditching you? nothing new. but when one bedroom door closes, another one opens
pairings: rockstar!Suguru Geto x f!Reader x childhood fwb!Sukuna
content: mdni, fluff, smut + angst! making out, oral (m! receiving), sex tape, consensual filming during sex, masturbation, fingering, threesome, unprotected piv sex, doggy style, backshots, cucking, cumplay (kinda), creampie, smoking/drinking mentioned, soft dom Suguru, protective/possessive Suguru, confessions/confrontations
art by @hiikeu on x and divider by @purefantasia !
Drunk kisses in a crowded room.
Red wine and cigarettes on his tongue, your thighs straddling his lap, his hands in your hair. He tugged hard enough to tilt your head back, his lips tracing a hungry line down your throat, carelessly leaving hickey after hickey like a patchwork of paintings. Music drowned out everyone else, the heavy thrum of guitar riff and Satoru's voice over the loud speaker the soundtrack for tonight's party.
"Suguru," You murmured, a thick dizziness clouding your thoughts, fogging your focus until he took center-stage. Horny? Or maybe the first sign you'd have a hell of a hangover tomorrow? Probably both.
"Mm," He breathed into your skin, sharp nose grazing softly as his other hand slipped underneath your dress to drag you closer, like you weren't already snugly pressed against his chest. Intimate and indecent, taking up half the couch.
"Shouldn't we go somewhere more private?" You giggled, gasping when his canines scraped against your collarbone. You squirmed, grinding harder against the thick bulge barely contained in his jeans, and his teeth actually sank in, forcing you to bite back a moan.
"Please do," Satoru sarcastically scoffed, reaching over to pinch your side. You tried to swat his hand down, but he changed his aim, poking your thigh instead.
Suguru was buzzed, but Satoru?
Sloshed.
Swearing he only had a couple wine coolers, as if anyone with a brain would believe that with the way he was stumbling, eyes glazed over and glossy lips pouting as he sipped on another bottle of something colorful with a ridiculous alcohol content disguised behind a too-sweet taste. His other arm was slung over the back of the couch, occupying the only spot next to you while he watched his best friend stick his tongue down your throat.
"I'm cutting you off," You teased, leaning over and snagging the bottle from him to take a sip yourself.
He just shrugged, a sly smile tugging up for the first time since you showed up. Maybe for the first time tonight period. "Looks better when you're drinking it anyway."
A room full of drunk party guests watching you make out was fine, but Satoru flirting with you? That was too much.
Suguru let go of your hair to grab the bottle, setting it down on the probably handcrafted coffee table already stained with water-rings before picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. Ignoring your squeak of protest and smoothing down your too-short dress so it barely covered your ass, leaving Satoru on the couch and carrying you towards the hall.
"Somebody jealous?" You teased, and Suguru huffed.
"You think he wouldn't fuck you if he had the chance?" Suguru grumbled, an impatient edge to his voice.
"No way," You laughed, struggling not to giggle imagining that. Satoru was a helpless flirt, batting his lashing and pushing out his lip while he teased and taunted, but he was also clearly the kind of guy who wouldn't know what to do with a woman if she took her clothes off in front of him. Probably stammer and stutter and have to wipe the sweat from his palms off on his jeans.
"Trust me, he would."
"You're ridiculous," You did giggle now, still picturing a flustered Satoru struggling to even get his shirt off if he was in the same room as you. Anyway, Satoru had been the one pushing so hard for you two to get together after your one night stand to start with.
"And you're oblivious," He retorted with a little click of his tongue.
He turned a sharp corner to a narrow stairwell, taking two steps up at a time until he reached the second floor, the hall noticably more deserted as he continued to carry you past a few wasted makeout sessions and stoners flirting.
"Where are we going?" You poked his back just to bother him, on your own happy high for once, the fuzz that settled in your chest making the rest of you feel all warm and cozy despite your surroundings.
"Somewhere private," Suguru smirked.
It took you approximately four seconds after entering to realize he meant his best friend's bedroom.
You couldn't decide what gave it away. The framed digimon poster? The bright blue comforter? The bookshelves stocked with all sorts of mangas and movies lining half the walls?
It even fucking smelled like his cologne.
"Sugu," You started, a funny feeling twisting in your stomach, like you were a little kid again about to get caught with your hand in the cookie jar.
"He won't care," Suguru casually shrugged as he set you down, turning on a few lamps scattered across the room and switching off the overhead light. Kicking off his boots like he'd done this a billion times.
That made it worse, actually.
You supposed you weren't the first girl he brought up here at a house party if he was so confident. So comfortable to treat Satoru's room like his own.
But you swallowed it. Choked down the jealousy like it was just another bitter beer. Smiled when he picked you up again just to toss you onto the bed, slipping your heels off and letting him pull your torn tights down with his teeth next.
"Stay," He murmured, squeezing your thigh before standing. Your lips parted in protest, but you hesitated and he spoke up again. "You trust me?"
"Yeah," You nodded.
Maybe even more than you should.
He leaned down to kiss you again, the softest he had all night, delicate and tender.
Suguru was beautiful in a way that was almost painful.
He made it so easy to worship him. To suck you in until you hung onto every word that left those lips, until you spent every waking moment waiting for his touch and the rare tenderness he seemed to reserve for so few.
You were a mess. Lovesick and lost and longing for someone who was already supposed to be yours.
But the alcohol made it even more obvious.
You felt like a pet anxiously awaiting its owner, watching Suguru casually stride over to Satoru's closet, opening it and rummaging through the back until he dragged out a fucking tripod and expensive camcorder.
"Wanna make a movie?" He held it up, a crooked smile forming before you even replied.
Because he'd always known your answers in advance.
"No one else will see it?" You reluctantly asked after nodding, watching him set up the camera by the bed, peeking through the viewfinder to make sure he had a nice angle, a perfect view for whatever he was planning.
"Just us," He confirmed with a small smirk, humming to himself while he clicked through the settings.
You sat up straighter, turning to face the camera fully, a little more self-conscious now, fixing your hair with your hands and readjusting your dress even though you had a feeling you wouldn't be wearing it much longer.
He laughed at your nervousness, peering up over it at you. "You look gorgeous."
"Yeah?" You were chewing on the inside of your cheek, struggling not to hold your breath.
"Mhm," He softly murmured, hitting one last button before stepping around the tripod. "Beautiful."
And then you were watching him peel his black t-shirt off, tattoos stretching across the fine muscles of his chest, reaching out to graze your fingers over the gleaming edges in the soft lamp glow.
Skimming your hands down over his dark happy trail to unbuckle his belt, pulling it from the loops and throwing it on top of his shirt. He chuckled again, more amused this time, unbuttoning his jeans and letting you tug them down, your palm tracing over the outline of his cock through the thin fabric of his boxers. Peering up at him and pretending the camera wasn't there before when you pulled those down too.
He made everything look effortlessly, stepping out and kicking the clothes aside, not nervous at all to be filmed, tilting his head back and groaning openly when you delicately wrapping your fingers around the base of his cock, leaning in to lick the swollen tip of his cock.
Suguru's hands were tangled in your hair next, grabbing a fistful to guide your mouth to open up and take him how he wanted.
You were gagging on it two minutes later, his cock bumping into the back of your mouth and pressed against the roof of your mouth, struggling to take his thick girth and trying your hardest anyway, cheeks hollowed out and lewd moans escaping every time he rocked his hips forward.
Veins throbbing against your tongue, nose nuzzling against him and spit pooling around his cock, ignoring the ache in your jaw and only gazing up at him with glossy eyes.
"Fuck, baby," He grunted as you clawed at his hips, Adam's apple bobbing as his muscles tensed again. He let go of your hair to reach down and grab your throat, strong fingers flexing around your straining tendons. "Feel me in here?"
You weakly nodded, another muffled moan escaping when he squeezed just enough to make it hard to breathe.
He pulled out with a quiet groan, like if he didn't right that moment he might finish before he fucked you, but then he was pulling you up to your feet, twisting you around to pull down the zipper of your dress.
Suguru slid it off your body like he was unwrapping a birthday present.
Savoring the moment and enjoying the gift. Unboxing his new favorite toy and breaking it in.
"Been too long," He whispered in your ear, his chest to your back, his lips dotting a line down your neck. Sure, it hadn't been that long since you last had sex, but it had been a while where it was just the two of you, no one else to worry about or interrupt the moment. "I missed you."
"Missed you too," You smiled, relaxing naturally when his hands traveled over you, playing with your breasts and slipping between your thighs, teasing and nipping, taking his time to squeeze and grope you before finally laying you flat on the bed.
He readjusted you first.
Propped your head up on the pillow and splayed your hair out, wiping away a smudge of makeup beneath your eye and rubbing it off on Satoru's pillow.
He even got up to check the camera again, readjusted the angle again.
You covered your tits with your arm, crossing your legs while he worked on it, but he just tch-ed, a quiet reprimand.
"Come back," You complained, pouting at the camera instead of directly at him.
"Just a second, pretty," He murmured.
You rolled your eyes at him, but your attention drifted back to his cock. Hanging heavy, so hard it had to ache, the tip pretty and pink now, pre-cum already collected there.
"Spread your legs for me, alright?" Suguru said, and your heart lurched into your throat.
Truthfully, this wasn't your first sex tape. You and Sukuna had made a couple over the years, but those were different. The sort of dumb videos you or him would just take on your phones, fast and filthy and blurry shots of him fucking you against a mirror or somewhere you shouldn't be.
This was intimate.
Drawn-out and devoted, something that meant more than just fucking jerk-off material.
You slowly spread your legs, feet planted on the bed as you propped yourself up on your elbows. You wondered if the camera captured the way you held your breath, the anticipation tinged with anxiety in the way you looked up at him, the longing in it.
"Touch yourself for me," He murmured.
"Suguru," You scoffed, but your hand was already inching down, biting your kiss-bruised bottom lip.
"Please?" He pitched his voice lower, and you groaned before giving in.
Fingers massaging your clit, muscles already tense as you tried to find a steady rhythm, closing your eyes and reclining your head back on the pillow that smelled too much like Satoru to really focus on anything else.
You felt clumsy, your circles messy, unable to make steady strokes when you could feel Suguru's stare searing through you.
Huffing at the friction, lip pushed out in a pout when you opened your eyes, glancing at the camera lens pointed at you.
"Look at me," He purred, and you forced your attention to flick up to him, his jaw tightening once you locked eyes with him.
Suguru was barely holding it together, leashing the urge to climb on top of you and bury himself in, cock twitching just watching your weak attempt to slot your fingers where his should be. But yours weren't long enough, weren't nearly thick enough to provide half the pleasure his could.
"I need your help," You whined, desperate to feel him, cheeks burning with the embarrassment of begging and core heating up because of it anyway.
You liked being beneath him. Liked being taken care of.
Knowing you were his - that he wanted you to be.
The mold you thought you had to fit didn't matter anymore. He sliced through all the shields you spent so long building, broke down the bricks you'd been hiding your heart behind. And part of you was still on standby, ready for repairs the second he slipped up, but it was getting easier to believe he wouldn't.
"Aw," He chided, and even his mocking was infuriatingly cute. Your heart skipping a beat when he climbed on the bed, the mattress creaking under his weight until he was on top of you.
"Asshole," You murmured, unfortunately not meaning it at all, blushing as he kissed you again.
Open-mouthed and heated, swallowing your needy moans when his hand brushed your aside to slip between your thighs, immediately shoving two thick fingers inside you. His cock was pressed into your thigh, and you could feel it throb when he felt for himself just how soaked you were.
"Call me that again, and I'll fuck yours," He dryly said, halfway between a tease and a threat, eyes narrowing like he hoped you would. Unlike you, he usually meant what he said.
Your lips parted to test your luck, but then he crooked his fingers deeper, and nothing would come out, just sharp gasps for air, brain blanking under the unrelenting force of his fingers. Thrusting hard and fast, curling his calloused fingers until you were crying out his name, eyes shut tight and hips arching up off the bed.
"C'mon, sweetheart," He hummed, smirk settling on his face watching you fall apart on his fingers, his thumb tracing far more effective patterns on your sore and swollen bud than you ever could. "Say it."
And another day, you probably would've. Would've giggled and bit back, grabbed his cock and teased him until he couldn't take it anymore and fucked you stupid in whatever hole he wanted.
But the alcohol had loosened you up, your head fuzzy and light for once while the rest of you was so warm and he felt so right, that the wrong thing slipped out instead.
"I-I love you," You breathed.
Three words you could hardly believe were leaving your mouth, but falling out anyway, the sort of truth that just spilled from you, too stuffed full of his fingers to keep it inside.
He paused, buried deep enough you could feel the metal of his ring rubbing against your skin, hair hanging down, a flicker of surprise flashing across his face as it set in for him.
You loved him.
Brushing his thumb over your lips as if he could capture the promise. There was no taking it back, not when you both knew you meant it.
He softened.
The storm that was always going on behind his dark eyes settling, an almost imperceptible smile curling up on his own lips before he kissed you. There wasn't biting or sucking, just a slow kiss that stamped his name on your heart.
It probably would've been the most romantic moment of your life.
Until Satoru stumbled in through the door.
You both turned at the first creak, but it was too late for either of you to cover up, both naked in his sheets, his camera on and blinking to capture you getting finger-fucked by your boyfriend.
Suguru didn't react, not really, just leaning down to brush your hair away from your ear before whispering in it. "Wanna test that theory?"
And God, you couldn't help the way the thought made you squeeze around him, cunt answering before you could. Your unsure gaze landed on Satoru just to find he was staring, blue eyes glinting with enough nervous energy to power a small city. Something in your chest pulled tight, intangible and impossible to ignore, swallowing the heart-sized lump in your throat before nodding.
You shouldn't.
It was a bad idea.
Terrible, even.
You had just told Suguru you loved him, and you were about to have a fucking threesome with his best friend. It could just be more proof he felt the same, the fact he was confident enough in your relationship to let him have even just the tiniest taste of you.
But there was the sneaking suspicion he just wanted to show off the fact that you were in love with him to Satoru too.
"If you want to, just ask," Suguru tsk-ed, burying his face in your neck to suck hickies down to your collarbone.
"S'toru," You gasped his name, glancing over still clinging to Suguru's shoulders as a third finger slid in to join the other two.
He was staring hard, his mouth hanging open, and you were pretty fucking positive he was drooling, a raging hard-on barely contained in his pants. "Y-yeah?"
"Are you coming over?" You whined, head tilting back to let Suguru's canines scrape harder against your throat. "Or are you just gonna stare?"
"Shit, fuck, okay, I mean, sure," He rambled, scrambling to strip his clothes off, shirt first and jeans quickly following. A surprising tattoo ran near his happy trail, a little giggle escaping you before he pulled his boxers down, and the sight of his cock shut you up.
It was longer than you expected, not quite as thick as Suguru's, but it had a pretty curve to it, a shade of pink that almost matched his lips.
Your boyfriend pulled his fingers out of you, but he popped them in his mouth instead, sucking it clean while he threw an amused gaze over to his clearly flustered best friend.
"You can't cum inside her," Suguru said, more stern than you expected.
"Okay, okay," Satoru eagerly accepted anyway, sitting on the bed next to him, his eyes flicking from one body part to the next like he couldn't decide where to look.
"What do you think, baby? Wanna show him how pretty you look cumming on my cock?" Suguru murmured, flipping you around easily, manhandling you until you were on your hands and knees.
Satoru readjusted too, positioning himself in front of you so you had to face him while Suguru spread your thighs apart from behind.
Fingers prying you apart, admiring you for a long second before you felt the tip of his cock start to edge in. You tightened in anticipation, hips wiggling back before he gripped one tight, sinking into the soft flesh.
You barely stifled your moan, nervously holding Satoru's excited gaze as he got closer, your stare flicking to the swollen tip of his cock in front of you.
Were you really about to let them to spitroast you? On camera?
Fuck.
The thought was enough you clamped down on Suguru harder as he pushed past the first ring of resistance, listening to him groan and imagining him gritting his teeth as he sank into your heat.
Satoru shuffled forward, and your mouth was already opening, ready to wrap around him and let him get laid for once, but Suguru spoke up, the sound of his honeyed voice making both of you hesitate. "Did I say you could fuck her mouth?"
Sometimes you forgot just how mean Suguru could be.
Satoru had to fuck his fist in front of your face instead, your lips permanently parted in broken moans and weak whimpers while Suguru fucked into you with rough thrusts, bottoming out with every harsh snap of his hips against your ass.
And as hot as he sounded on stage, it was wildly different to hear him in bed, moaning with you and watching his best friend give you the best fucking back shots of your life, thick fingers nimbly stroking your clit like it was an instrument he was a professional at playing while he pounded into you.
The headboard was banging into the wall with the force of it, and all you could do was hope the music downstairs was loud enough to drown out any noises the three of you were making.
Satoru's pale fingers were fast, sloppy, really, collecting the leaking pre-cum as lube as he roughly palmed his cock. Jaw clenched and watching you through hazy eyes, breathing through his nose as Suguru purred dirty nothings in your ear, teasing both of you for how wrecked you were.
"Jus' a little longer, alright?" Suguru murmured, leaning down so his chest was once again on your back, kissing your hair. It was soothing, despite how taut and tight the rest of you felt, forcing yourself to relax and cling onto your sanity for a few seconds more.
You nodded, choking out a mmph while his cock just grinded so nice and snug against your cervix, like he was right at home. He pressed more kisses to your shoulder, sweet ones that lingered even after his lips moved.
"So good for me, baby," He groaned, digging his fingers into your hip, the ones grazing over your clit pausing to apply more pressure. Your brain had turned to mush, melting into whatever mold he wanted it to. "Isn't she pretty, Satoru?"
"Fucking gorgeous," Satoru grunted back, although, it was so mangled and mumbled together through his grinding molars you could barely make it out.
You weren't faring much better.
Honestly, you didn't think you could form a word at all after Suguru fucked them out of you. You could barely feel your limbs, only held up his strength, squirming and gasping in time with his thrusts.
"Can't talk?" Suguru teased, knowing your body well-enough to recognize the tremble in your thighs, the shakiness in your breath. Careful to never cross the line, but bring you right to the border.
He chuckled at your attempt to reply, a choked-out whimper considering his cock felt like it was lodged in your lungs.
And then his fingers crested over you aching clit at just the right spot, massaging practiced circles that had you seeing constellations, cumming and unraveling so fast you almost forgot you were on camera.
"You're okay," He purred, dark and low and dangerous. "That's my girl."
You were clawing for something, anything to steady yourself, somehow accidentally grabbing Satoru's though, while you came undone.
Who, uh, proceeded to finish on your face.
You didn't even think he meant to, warm spurts of white cum hitting your (open) mouth and covering your cheeks while you let out a strangled yelp of surprise. Blinking up at him glossy-eyed just to see he was staring at you the same way, his cock still in his hands and leaking cum out on the bed as he gaped at what he just did.
Even if it wasn't being filmed, you were pretty sure he'd remember the image of you covered in his cum while his best friend fucked you for the rest of his life.
You were only half-aware of Suguru cumming, brain barely registering his groan as you felt something damp leak down your thighs too. Fucked out and literally filled up, you guessed.
You'd have to remind him to buy a morning after pill tomorrow.
Suguru's hand traced over your ass, holding you up still despite your shaking limbs, exhaustion clawing it's way into your bones.
"Cut the camera, Satoru," He muttered, sounding tired too.
"Sure," Satoru sighed, standing up. But not before dragging his thumb across the cum still sticking to your face, drawing a line with it over your lips, and you weren't sure what exactly he was wishing for. "Care if I make a copy?"
"Ask her," Suguru shrugged.
He flipped you onto your back, scowling at Satoru's cum all over your face and sighing.
"How do I know you're not going to like, send it to anyone?" You managed to ask, your voice a little raspy and raw still.
Suguru snagged some tissues from the nightstand, wiping your face as clean as he could get it while Satoru pressed a few buttons on the camcorder.
"Pinky promise?" Satoru proposed, pouting at you a few feet away.
"Fine, but I will literally cut your dick off if any of that footage sees the light of day," You threatened, not feeling very tough when you could barely move a muscle.
"You're not threatening Suguru," He complained, plopping down on the bed next to you and brushing a strand of hair away from your face. Suguru pushed his hand back before he could finish.
"We both know he doesn't like sharing," You shrugged.
Satoru was probably the only person who knew that as well as you.
Wherever he went, it was Suguru's show.
Your boyfriend smirked, just a small one, a coy little tug of his lips up at your back-and-forth. He grabbed another tissue, cleaning your lips off again. "You sore, sweetheart?"
"Yeah," You hummed, and it was obvious he was just feigning his apologetic smile, that he wasn't the least bit sorry for fucking you so hard. He tossed the tissues in a nearby wastebasket, running his hands back over your body, pausing to squeeze your tired thighs.
"Can I get you anything?" He cocked his head the side, searching your face for any lasting discomfort like Satoru wasn't still next to you.
"I'm okay," You yawned, pushing off your palms to sit up, and he immediately pulled you into his lap. His skin was still damp, sweat sticking to his muscles without any clothes on.
He didn't mind the cum still dripping down your thighs, given that it was his, pressing your head into his chest to kiss the top of it a few more times.
Being with him wasn't like anything else.
Sore hips and an aching jaw and the feeling in your gut that this moment wouldn't last forever but wished it would anyway. Studying every detail and line of his sharp jaw, the flecks of color in his eyes and every shadow of his face.
If Satoru wasn't here, you'd probably tell him you loved him again and hope to hear it back.
"When I told you guys to get a room, I didn't mean mine, by the way," Satoru scoffed behind you, and when you turned around, he still wasn't dressed.
"You didn't seem to mind when you were cumming on my girlfriend's face," Suguru reminded him, reluctantly untangling from you.
Perched on the edge of the bed while he stood again, picking up his discarded clothes from the floor to put them back on. You watched his tattoos flex, staring at his muscles as he pulled up his jeans and boxers first before tugging his t-shirt back over his head.
"Where was I s'pposed to cum?"
He really could be an idiot.
Suguru shot his best friend a sharp enough glare to shut him up, but the silence didn't last very long before Satori was speaking up again. "Are you mad at me?"
You weren't sure which one of you was playing the clingy girlfriend anymore after that line.
"It's fine," You mumbled, trying to ease the growing tension, although it was much more awkward than angry while Suguru tied his boots back.
Suguru pulled out his pack of cigarettes from his pocket along with a lighter you gifted him a couple weeks ago, but Satoru huffed. "You can't smoke that in here."
"I know," Suguru rolled his eyes, glancing towards you to gesture towards the door. "I'll be out front for a few minutes."
"Sure." You glanced back towards your own rumpled clothes before nodding. "Just, um, come find me afterwards?"
"I'll be yours for the rest of the night," He reassured, and he had the sense to at least check through the crack that no one was in the hall before stepping out and shutting it behind him.
Satoru picked up your clothes, round the bed to hold them out for you.
"Here," He mumbled, staring at the floor instead of your tits, and it seemed all that cockiness and confidence disappeared with Suguru.
"Thanks."
You tried to smile, but it felt forced, unsure of how to just act friendly when he was the reason there was still the faint taste of salt on your lips.
Hurrying to get your panties back up your thighs and shimmy your dress back up, you struggled to get the zipper until you felt a hand on your waist to hold you still. "Um, sorry, uh, let me help."
He quickly pulled the zipper up, letting go of you just as fast and stepping back like he wasn't sure where the boundaries were drawn now either after Suguru had turned the line into more of a squiggle.
"Thanks again, I guess," You awkwardly laughed, fixing the hem of it and trying to forget the fact Suguru's cum was collecting in your panties while you padded across Satoru's floor to snag your heels.
He watched you slip them back on, his lips parted and the words strangled in his throat.
"That was, um, fun," You smiled, hand on the doorknob already. "But, seriously, I will maim you if that gets out."
Satoru smiled back, all big and cheeky, running his big hand through his unkempt hair, and really, if you only looked chest-up, you could probably believe in that playboy image they kept trying to peddle for him.
"You can trust me."
And strangely enough, you were starting to.
Slipping back out into the hall, you hardly recognized anyone by the time you made it back to the living room. Friends of friends, a few faces you'd seen in magazines or commercials, all sorts of people who probably had barely spoken more than three sentences to the band before.
More people had shown up, packed in too tight for comfort. You were sweating already as you shuffled through the crowd, squeezing between people until you found a door leading out into an open backyard.
He must've hired a gardener, or someone who specialized in landscaping, pretty stone paths and flowers decorating the wide lawn.
You didn't go too far from the house, just a little ways down the path so it'd be easier for Suguru to find you.
But it seemed someone else spotted you first.
"You didn't text me back."
You didn't turn. Didn't look. Why would you when there was no need to?
Somewhere in the back of your brain, you'd already recognized his presence, maybe just the sound of his steps or some subtle change in the air.
"What do you want to talk about?" You hated how hurt you still sounded before you even saw him. His unopened gift was still left at home in its box, begging you to take a peek so he could shove himself through the crack and back into your life.
"Us," Sukuna insisted, like there had even ever been an us.
"I don't want to fight with you anymore," You mumbled. You were tired of it. Exhausted for clawing and clinging to any shred of comfort and control.
"Do you think I want to?" Sukuna asked, and he was closer now, probably just a step or two behind you, but he hadn't reached out yet.
"Yeah," You deadpanned.
He thrived in chaos. In the push and pull you two had been stuck in for years.
"I'm not here to fight with you either," He sighed, exhaling hard.
You did turn now, throwing a suspicious glance back at him before twisting, arms folded across your chest.
"I just," Sukuna stopped himself.
"You just what?"
"I'm sorry," He grunted, and despite everything that has happened tonight, this was the moment that made you question if it might've all been a dream and you were really dozing off back in bed.
But no, it was really him, dark circles bruising his eyes and a tight frown on his face as he clenched his jaw, every muscle tense as he stared through you.
"I miss you."
"Do you?" You echoed, blinking at him hard. Or was it just the sex he missed? The fact that he could do whatever the fuck he wanted and you'd still wait for him to come back to you?
You looked back to the house, searching to see if Suguru or Satoru would come out and catch the uninvited guest
speaking to you, but Sukuna immediately noticed.
"Are you here with him?"
"You know I am," You muttered back. His face hardened as he bit down on the inside of his cheek.
"Boyfriend just taking a smoke break?" He scoffed.
You weren't sure if he was mocking you or Suguru. Either way, you didn't reply, sucking on the inside of your cheek and glancing down at the grass.
"You let him kiss you." It was more of a statement than a question coming from him. A sharp assessment.
When has he even seen Suguru kissing you? On the couch? Or earlier?
For some stupid reason, it felt like the world paused. No bugs buzzing or birds chirping, just a heaviness hanging in the air between you and your heart stalling in your chest.
"What?" You choked out.
"Don't you hate the taste?" He was skirting around what was actually bothering him, but then again, everything involving your boyfriend bothered him.
"You used to smoke too," You weakly mumbled, not sure where to look.
"I quit," Sukuna countered with a pointed frown. "Because of you."
"Yeah, sure," You dismissed, swallowing the spit pooling in the back of your mouth like it'd help digest that tidbit.
"I'm serious."
You could handle him being a dick. Could tolerate his impatience and disdain and all around awful attitude.
But this new serious Sukuna?
You were clueless.
"As if I could ever control anything you did," You argued. If you could, you wouldn't have had to bail him out twice before you even made it through college. Wouldn't have put ice packs on his black eyes or bandaged split knuckles when he got into bar fights.
"You didn't like it," He simply said. Plainly reciting a fact.
"Is that supposed to prove you like, love me or something?" You said it to scare him off, stun him the way he was last time.
But he didn't flinch.
"I always have," Sukuna grunted, not even hesitating a second. You stepped back, but he wasn't done. "I do."
"Funny that you decide that now," You mumbled, fiddling with your fingers and picking at your cuticles to calm yourself.
"Look, I know I'm an idiot and a huge fucking asshole, but I'm working on it, okay?" He admitted, the gravel him his voice not doing much to hide the panic in his words. The lump in his throat bobbed hard. "I can't lose you."
Just in general? Or to Suguru?
"Sukuna," You sighed. "I'm not leaving him."
"I know," He grumbled, frustrated. The anger simmering behind his eyes threatened to burn you too, but he was still keeping everything contained, carefully choosing every word for once instead.
There was some undertone to it that you didn't want to stare too hard at. The way he looked at you like he still thought Suguru would crush your heart, that it was just about sex or something that would end with you in pieces he had to pick up.
"Then what do you want from me?" You bluntly asked, begging him to just say it out loud.
"You said we could still be friends," He reminded you of that little fact as if it was some vow you swore to keep.
"You want to be friends?" You repeated incredulously.
"Just don't cut me out again," He grunted, not a hint of a smirk or snide smile on his face. It was as close as he could come to vulnerable. Eyes focused on you like there wasn't a huge fucking party raging on fifteen feet away.
"What about Suguru?" You asked.
"What about him?" He grumbled, barely stopping himself from scowling just at the mention of his name.
"I don't think he's going anywhere any time soon," You huffed. This wasn't something he could squeeze himself between. Not something you'd let him ruin.
"I know," He repeated again, thick brows furrowed together.
"What if we get married? Have kids? You'll be fine just being friends?" You tested, waiting to see if he'd snap under the tension.
But he held fast, stealing another step closer.
"I can't not be in your life."
You hesitated. Making up with Sukuna meant you'd probably have to confess to Suguru what sort of relationship you had before. But surely, Suguru would accept it - he already accepted everything else about you.
"Whatever issues you had with him before, you'd apologize to him? Play nice?" You reluctantly asked, glancing back towards the house again as your damp panties stuck to your thighs, plastered with the reminder of whose you were now.
"Whatever you want me to do." It was more of a grumble than groveling, his voice still rough, but you were stunned to realize he really meant all of it.
You never expected him to beg for you back.
But it was even stranger seeing him so sober about everything.
The regret etched into his face. Disappointment sinking in when his stare caught into the love bites littering your throat. His jaw shut tight as he grinded his molars.
"Did you watch the show?" He eventually asked after a thick pause, but his words didn't cut through the air, just added more weight to it.
"I heard your song," You admitted, although you hadn't worked up the courage to listen to it a second time, to dissect every line and turn it over in your head until you couldn't stand it anymore.
You didn't know what else to say. Call it beautiful when you just found it haunting? Tell him you liked it when it fucking hurt? That every word and wish stung?
Sukuna glanced over his shoulder, glaring at whatever he saw there before turning back to you.
"I meant it."
He looked at you one last time before heading back towards the front door without another word, eyes softer, lines crinkling beside them before he left you. You realized why a second later, a familiar head of white hair bounding in your direction, throwing a wary glance at Sukuna when they crossed paths.
Your (former?) best friend didn't acknowledge him, just barely brushing past his shoulder to head inside and probably leave. You had a feeling if you weren't here, Satoru might've tried to stop him, to drag him into a confrontation about crashing his party. But his current concern was you.
"What'd he say?" Satoru huffed the second he was close enough, but it was softer than you expected. Just a little surprised, searching your face for any clues. "Was he bothering you?"
"No, not really," You shrugged, and his shoulders almost immediately sagged with relief. He nodded his head towards a little swinging bench tucked under a tree nearby, before taking your wrist and tugging you towards it.
You briefly considered protesting before giving in, plopping down next to him with a sigh.
"That's good," He mumbled, and you tried to distinguish why from the pull of his brows, the slight squint of his eyes.
"Yeah?"
"Suguru probably would've punched him if he saw him talking to you," Satoru chuckled to himself, scratching the back of his hair.
Your stomach churned.
"Seriously?" You asked, hoping he didn't catch the way your breath hitched.
"He fuckin' hates him," He nodded, and you noticed the new wine cooler half-empty in his other hand.
"Just because of the band stuff?" You tried to sound innocent, like you weren't just fishing for more information. Rivalries were one thing, but the contempt hinted out in seething comments and sincere scowls was a little much.
"Nah," Satoru shook his head. "They actually got into a fist fight a couple years ago."
How the fuck had they both left out that little detail?
"About what?" You gaped.
"Dunno," He shrugged. "Wasn't in the room when it started. Suguru never told me."
"Oh."
Just how fucked were you?
"My dad covered it up, helped bury the story, y'know, since we were still starting out and everything, said it was safer that way," He dryly repeated his words, but it just left an acidic taste in your mouth.
You sat in silence for a few minutes, shocked that Satoru was capable of clamping his mouth shut that long while you pulled over the facts.
Suguru and Sukuna hated each other.
Sukuna said he loved you. Your boyfriend hadn't. Yet.
Would he after you admitted you warmed his rival's bed for the past few years? Would Sukuna even really apologize for whatever part he played in pissing him off?
A pre-hangover headache was forming behind your eyes, the pressure building in your skull when you looked back over to Satoru.
He was lost in his own thoughts, probably replaying some other scene from today in his head, his stare focused just on some random bush, unblinking.
"You wanna talk about it?" You asked, swinging your feet and glancing up at the stars glittering in the sky overhead.
They were pretty out here.
Bright and eye-catching, the kind you could pick out constellations and planets in, no clouds or harsh city lights to snuff them out. You bet Satoru would know them. Could probably trace them out and explain however many light years away they were.
Another night, maybe, one where he wasn't wasted and mentally a million years away himself.
"About what?" He casually shrugged, kicking his feet off he ground to make the swing go higher.
"Tonight," You guessed, but the second it slipped out, you wished you could shove it back in watching him wince.
"It sucked," He muttered, before realizing you might misinterpret it and immediately backpeddling. "Not you, fuck, you were perfect, I just meant-"
"I didn't really do anything," You still smiled despite your churning stomach, a small giggle slipping out at the panic sweeping across his face.
"You're here," He casually said, like it meant much more to him. Then he sighed, leaning back and closing his eyes. "I was just, uh, talking about dinner."
It was bitter, disconnected, as if even the idea of it was some cruel joke.
"Yeah, your dad was, uh, a kind of-"
"Insufferable," Satoru finished your sentence for you with a scoff. "A pompous prick who thinks he can pay anyone off."
You laughed a little, his bluntness comforting in its own weird way.
"We're all just stupid pawns to him," He muttered under his breath.
What was there even left to win when he was clearly already filthy rich?
You didn't comment, just listened to him ramble while you studied the stars some more, a cold breeze passing by and making you shiver as a few leaves fell from nearby trees.
He noticed.
Satoru set his drink down, peeling the new sweatshirt he was wearing without even asking if you wanted it. Just handed it to you, thick and oversized with some goofy character printed on the front. You still pulled it over your head with a soft laugh.
"Thanks," You murmured, grateful for the warmth.
"Of course," Satoru grinned, and it was the easiest smile you returned tonight.
He cocked his head, his bright blue eyes squinting before his cheeks flushed red. Nervously, he pointed at a loose strand of hair by your face.
"Um, you got a, uh, little something," He started saying, about to reach out and get it before hesitating as you realized what he was talking about.
Oh.
"You can get it," You suppressed another laugh. It was his fault it was there after all. If he noticed though, you sincerely hoped Sukuna hadn't.
Satoru swallowed hard before his fingers delicately started combing through it to get the dried cum out, mumbling under his breath. "My bad."
Then a camera flashed.
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