your body was practically melting into the sheets.
his hands were so gentle with your frame it was as if the world was in his hands (it was)
“you don’t understand what you do to me.”
the pace wasn’t even rough, just deep enough to make your cervix flutter and your body tense at the sensation as it chased its high
the lewd expression on your face was making his heart race
missionary was always his favorite position for this reason.
he had a mean grip on your ankles over his shoulders. leaning in to kiss the pretty tattoo you got before grinning at the way you bit your lip and whined.
“you sound so pretty. i think i might have to keep teasing you just to hear more of it.” as the statement rolls off his tongue his left hand comes down to play with your clit.
already swollen from the previous orgasm, the feeling of his finger circling your clit made your back arch off the bed and eyes squeeze shut.
“there it is. gonna cum for me yeah ?”
his thumb tracing faster as your voice trembles in cries only the walls of your room have heard.
you cry out his name as you orgasm and with how tight you were squeezing him he nearly lost it himself. a groan slipping under his los before he gave your body a minute to remember where it was.
he parted your legs and leaned down to kiss your forehead. his jaw grazing out cheek as his next statement makes your body shiver.
It’s been obsessed with you since you moved it. Obviously your room was off limits but that never fully stopped it. If your door is left open at night, it slides a tentacle to you and rubs you in your sleep.
Whenever you’re in the kitchen it will find an excuse to touch you. Your arms, your chest, your legs, and if it’s bold it’ll graze your ass. If you’re on the couch it’ll get a grip around your ankle. A few times it’s left some sucker shape marks.
Tonight, it’s like a flip switched. You were in the shower and left the door open a crack. Normally it’ll resist and leave you be. Tonight it snuck it. It slowly pulled back the shower curtain and started to touch you.
Somewhat innocently at first. It slid a tentacle up your bare wet leg. Making its way farther and farther up. Right when it touches your exposed pussy, it waits. You don’t freak out on it. You match your roommates energy and let it continue to perv out on you.
Slowly it slides your folds open and you plant your hands on the shower tile to not lose balance. Its suckers stick to your slick wet skin. It begins to make its way to your hole. Teasing it, taking its sweet time after all of the build up.
Before you can protest it slides its thick tentacle deep inside of your pussy. Pumping in and out roughly. It uses two other tentacles to keep you upright and watching. The only goal is to get you to climax.
It continues to fuck you. It’s suckers gripping your g spot over and over again. Building up so much pleasure you feel ready to explode. As you reach your orgasm your pussy clenches tight around its tentacle, causing the suckers to stick inside of you. It carefully pulls itself out, breaking the suction, causing you to squirm from being so sensitive.
ᢉ𐭩 — going to the store with keigo is always a fun thing! he’s a pro hero that constantly attracts attention and doesn’t mind it. but once the tables turn, oh, he minds it.
a/n: i love him smm. hawks swoop me up pls and thank you
you’re dragging the avian hero through the mall, pointing at all kinds of shiny things. luckily for the two of you, it’s not a crowded day.
yes, there’s a few people and the occasional, “oh em gee! it’s hawks!” and he gives his practiced wave, but none of it gets to your head.
are you a pro hero yourself? no. but what’s there to worry about when you know he’s yours?
he’s lost in his mindless thoughts when you tug on his hand. “kei, are you listening to me?” he blinks. “yeah, angel.”
you frown slightly. “then what did i say?”
a beat of silence.
“you look gorgeous today, y’know.”
you roll your eyes with a groan and tug him forward to one of your favorite stores, “whatever. c’mon, i need to restock on some makeup.”
he simply laughs in response. that carefree, light one of his that warms your veins. “don’t be like that, sugar. drag me wherever you want, i’m not complaining.”
now, you’re not even five minutes into the store, and something hasn’t sat right with him since the moment you walked in. he wouldn’t say anything to worry you, of course, but a set of eyes have been on the two of you for a bit.
not on keigo, but on you specifically.
the man moves when the two of you move, stops when you stop. he’s practically ogling you and it’s all so deliberate, and the guy’s not even trying to hide it.
it’s really getting on keigo’s last nerve.
he’s watching you while you sort through the different glosses of your favorite brand, concentration etched all over your face.
“i dunno,” you murmur, more to yourself than to the bird next to you. “they’re all cute shades, but i only really need one of them.”
keigo hums noncommittally, his eyes flickering to the dude still watching you before returning.
he’s a little surprised you haven’t noticed, seeing that the dude’s burning holes into the side of your head.
“i’ll get you all of them if you want me to.”
your eyes widen a bit. “what? isn’t that a little much?”
“are you doubting my ability to spoil you?”
your hands come up in defense. “no! it’s just like— over the top, no? it’s a lot to spend on me.”
“nothing’s over the top when it comes to you.” he gestures to the selections with his head. “c’mon, take what you want.”
you shift your weight, feeling the heat creep up. “thank you, keigo.” you murmur. he chuckles in response, bending slightly and placing a firm kiss to your temple.
“anything for you.” he says warmly. his eyes stay on you for a moment longer, watching you pick the lippies that you wanted.
then, his gaze trails up to the stalker’s. locked. and full of intensity. the stalker only lasts a few seconds before his composure starts to break.
furrowed brows, to relaxed, to wider, darting eyes, to slowly backing away.
keigo’s eyes narrow. yeah, the no. 2 pro can be scary too.
with a satisfied sigh, you turn and hold up the tiny basket full of your choices for your boyfriend to see. “‘kay, i got them.”
“got ‘em?” he echoes, a song-like tune hanging to his voice. he’s not looking at you.
unfortunately for keigo, you notice the expression on his face.
you tilt your head. “you okay?” keigo’s eyes lock with yours immediately, forcing a smile. “‘course, baby.”
but you frown anyway, turning your head over your shoulder. the stalker’s standing there, but he looks like he’s seen his death flash in front of him.
a warm hand lands on your chin, guiding your head. “eyes on me, angel. nothing to worry about.” keigo purrs.
he closes the distance in a gentle kiss, earning a squeal from you. nonetheless, you melt into it, one arm steadying yourself around his shoulder.
unbeknownst to you, keigo’s eyes opened in the moment, landing onto the weirdo following you two. and he finally took that as the hint to back the hell off.
serves him right. only kind of attention that needs to be on you is keigo’s, and he sure as hell made that clear.
keigo who has you bent over his desk in his office whenever the two of you actually get some time alone from the outside world, whispering sweet nothings into your ear while he fucks you from behind.
as if the rest of his agency isn’t going on about their day on the other side of the door.
your head’s lolled forward, holding yourself up by your forearms while your boyfriend’s pounding into you.
“that’s a good girl.” he pants into your ear, planting a gentle kiss on your neck. “keiii,” you whine, hips moving back to meet his own.
his grip on your waist shifts slightly, a groan dropping from his lips. “easy, angel. don’t want the others to hear us, do you?”
you shake your head weakly. “more.” a plea, even if it’s futile. one of his feathers drop from his wings, gently brushing around your puffy clit.
“keigo!” you whimper, pussy clencing and fluttering around his shaft. he moans lowly under his breath, leaning down and gently biting along the base of your neck.
“you can take it,” he purrs. “doing such a good job f’me, pretty girl. fuck, take all of me.”
a hand comes up to grab your chin, tilting it towards him and meeting your lips messily in a makeout.
hello jiao!! HUGE fan of ur work, ur keigo fics are some of my favs eveeerrrr <3 just read thr "just practice" fic, i WILL be reading that again and again thank you so much
i've been obsessed with the song "Monitoring" by DECO*27 recently, and most especially rachie's english cover fufu,, if i may request a lil smutfic inspired by it ??
the reader either walking in on/overhearing keigo jerking off at the thought of her and then they fuck ig idk lmfao i think it'd be fun to give him sub undertones if you so please NXJSJHX preferably established relationship but MAYBE they hadn't done it yet?? UP TO U TBH
but also no pressure, u can ignore/delete this ask if ur not up for it ^^ /gen
have a splendiferous day and i look forward to more of ur writing always!!
~ 🌸mimi
SMUT, 18+, MINORS DNI
"Please... hah, tell me what you want—"
Ear pressed to the door, you listen with your lip caught between your teeth as Keigo touches himself.
"Yes baby, anything, let me— let me do it for you—“
He's spun some sort of fantasy, and you're undoubtedly the muse.
"Fuck— ah— "
You listen to the wet slick of his fist around his cock, overlayed with his breathless pleads. It pours heat into your core, your legs squeezing together.
It's unfair. He won't fuck you, but he will jerk off to an imaginary figment of you. As if the real you isn't right there.
You've had enough. You're going to put a stop to his ridiculous, self-imposed chastity tonight.
You feel yourself wet just from the anticipation. Your chest tightens as you carefully grab at the door handle, turning it slowly as the height of his pleasure approaches.
Admittedly, you've listened to him in secret enough to catch the hitch in his throat, the tightness in his voice as he moans your name.
You throw the door open, ignoring the way his entire body jerks.
You take him in. The way he's splayed against his pillows, crimson wings hanging loosely off the mattress, his pants unzipped and pulled down just enough for him to wrap his fist around his thick, oozing cock.
You brazenly drag your gaze up the length of his body, to the abs that peek out from his haphazardly lifted shirt, to the flush that crawls up his neck and paints the shocked expression on his face.
"Impling, I thought you were showering."
You take long, deliberate steps in his direction. "I was." Your arms hang at your sides, giving him full view of your body. A skimpy, lacy lingerie set barely contains the vision of your curves, encased in the flowing silk of your robe, left untied.
You catch the way he drinks you in, pupils blown large with his want.
"I guess I finished before you."
You invite yourself onto his lap, landing right on top of his erected cock.
He curses sharply, the blush across his cheeks bursting into a shade that rivals his beautiful wings.
You grind your hips forward, moaning at the drag of him against you through your lacy underthings. The shock from your boldness quickly melts as he tips his head back and moans loudly. Your wet leaks out of you, soaking your panties and mixing with his precum to create an easy slide.
His hands are restless, latching onto different parts of you. They start at your sides, feeling along the skin between lace, then trace their way down to your legs, pawing and kneading at the meat of your thighs. He feels all the way down to your knees, tracing along the sharp angles of your succubus markings, strikingly black against your unnatural skin.
Unnatural for mortals, anyway.
He follows them back up to the edges of your hips, igniting flames beneath your skin in his wake.
You dig your fingers into his shoulders as you grind on top of him, tipping your head down so you can catch the sight of his dick slicked against lace.
You need him, bad.
His mouth leaves kisses along your neck, his hands greedy as they grope at your chest. Your curve into his touch, tilting your head to expose yourself to him.
The edges of his fangs scrape along your skin, and you think you might combust. So close.
But he behaves himself, keeping his fangs selfishly behind his lips.
You endure it, biding your time, letting him worship your body. Your drag your nails over his back, down towards where his wings connect. He shudders beneath you, sighing softly.
You listen closely to the rhythm of his breaths, waiting.
There's a hitch and the tightening of his grip, and you slow the cant of your hips. Just enough to reel him back into the moment, but still enticing enough to keep him hooked.
"Keigo," you purr sweetly, drawing back so he can look at you. His eyes remain half-lidded as he opens them enough to acknowledge you.
"Yes, baby?"
You cup his cheek sweetly, caressing with your thumb. "Let's go all the way tonight." You guide his hand between where your bodies meet, allowing his fingers to brush against your soaked panties. "I need you."
His lashes flutter, breath shaky as he exhales. He moves his hand to your ass, squeezing. "I want to, I really do—"
"Forget your convictions, Keigo." You lean in, kissing along his jaw.
"Baby—“
But your mouth feels sinfully good against his throat. You kiss your way to the part that bobs with his swallow, sucking lightly. He groans softly as you roll your hips forward.
You kiss your way down his chest, over the swell of his generous pec. He halts you with a firm grip against your head, stopping you before you travel further south than his abs. Some of that predatory sharpness has returned to his eyes. It’s captivating.
But you're a predator just the same as him, albeit of a different kind.
You gaze at him through your lashes, nails scratching down his sides. "You're all about proving your love to me... what if this is what I want? What I need?"
He narrows his eyes, fingers tightening in your hair. "You're cheating."
His pupils shrink to the point he looks like his hybrid namesake. You hear his sharp exhale, trying to expel the scent you've begun bleeding into the room.
It's something sickeningly sweet and addicting. Heavy and arousing enough that any lesser person would've thrown themselves at your feet.
But this damn creature, with all his noble chivalry and centuries of discipline, fights against the natural instincts you've been genetically curated to entice.
"And you're not saying no," you purr. Suspended above his stomach, you caress his arm instead. It's for the best, you suppose. Attack his other senses, before finishing him off with just the right stimulation on your real target.
The prettiest blush paints his cheeks and spills down his neck. It's clear from his uneven breathing and the tremble wracking his entire body that it's taking all of his self-control to stay strong.
As it should. You've made a name for yourself amongst your kind for a reason.
"Y-you know... how hard this is..."
"I know how hard you are right now." Your fingers dance along his hip, just along the outer edges of where it meets his stomach. "I could make this all go away..."
Keigo squeezes his eyes shut. He's trying to avoid the allure of your eyes, turned the prettiest shade of purple. You're pulling out all of your seductive tricks tonight, honor be damned.
"You know why we shouldn't," he whimpers weakly.
"I know baby, I know," you croon sweetly. You feign a sympathetic tone, just enough to lower his walls.
You know, but you don't agree.
"Why do this to yourself?" His grip in your hair weakens, and you lean down again, nuzzling against his stomach. Just high enough that it won't trigger his guard again. "I want this... I know you do, too…”
You glance up at him, drinking up the absolute devastation on his face. You smile. "Just one bite, yeah?"
You nip at his skin. His fingers curl against the sheets.
"It's not just a bite," he reminds you. Still, his protests are considerably weaker than before.
You know it's working when he lets you kiss down his happy trail, right at the base of his cock. "Are you saying you don't love me enough for it?"
He inhales sharply. "You know that's not it."
You know. It’s the commitment. The moment he sinks his fangs in, he's going to claim you as his. Forever. But all his honor and morals tell him to wait, to make sure he's proven himself.
Vampires claiming their mates during sex isn't abnormal.
But he has to prove himself to you that he isn't just with you for the sex. Because sex with you is easy, it is the best sex any person, any creature, will ever have in their life.
And he wants you to know that you're more than that to him.
Boohoo. You do love him, and deep down you appreciate the sentiment.
But you are made to crave a good fuck, and if you don't get it from your lover soon, you're going to explode.
"You've proven yourself enough," you assure him. "You're making me doubt if you even want me."
He's not. You know he does.
But dirty tricks get the job done.
You put a real whine in your voice. Tune up the faux hurt. And in the same breath, you inch ever closer to his cock, leaking and twitching in the wake of your presence so close.
His hips jerk, and you know that your aphrodisiac scent is working its magic. His eyes have lost their typical sharpness, all hazed over. There's a flicker of conflict underneath it, but you know it’s futile.
You lean in, pressing a short, sweet little kiss to his aching head.
His hips jump after your lips, and the whimper he releases is absolutely divine.
"Are you really going to let me suffer like this, Keigo?"
You push yourself up, catching his eyes. Yours glow purple once more.
He squeezes his eyes shut, throwing his head into the pillows. "Dirty, dirty tricks, impling."
"But you're going to fall for them anyway."
He groans loudly. Beneath you, he adjusts himself, trying and failing to find some relief. His entire body flushes, succumbing to the heat you've ignited inside him.
He's all sorts of agitated, wings twitching beneath him. The muscles along his lithely powerful body flex and unflex, trying to find any other way to release some tension.
"What... do you want me to do?"
You trace small circles through the dips of his abdomen, letting your feet kick in the air behind you. "I want you to let me make you feel good... and then I want you to fuck me like you mean it."
He stares at you. You can tell it's taking all of his willpower to focus. "Only... only if you let me... too..."
"Of course you can," you answer easily, eagerly.
You rise on your haunches, the thin wrap of silk slipping from off your shoulders. You let it fall all the way, watching Keigo's expression, before tossing it aside.
He practically salivates at the sight of you. He's never hidden how attractive you are to him.
You motion for him to slide down the pillows. He obeys, and once he's propped at a good angle, you spin around, hovering above his face.
All restraint cast aside, he eagerly grabs at your waist, pulling you fully down. You gasp, moaning sweetly as he noses your cunt through your panties.
Beneath you, his legs fall open and his wings flutter, a sign of how much he's enjoying himself.
You bend down, forcing yourself to concentrate as you kiss down his thighs. You suck in a spot high up on his inner thigh, leaving your own mark. You simultaneously claw down his other thigh, pulling your hand away just as you near his dick.
He's unfazed by your teasing. Affected, yes, but not at all upset. He merely allows his body to react for him, cock jumping with each spike of arousal. But he's completely content as things are, pressing his tongue up against your cunt through soaked lace. You moan, grinding down. His grip tightens on your thighs, intent on keeping you where you are.
You need more. But you also need to give him something, too.
You kiss your way back up his thigh, before finally, finally taking him between your lips, and swallowing him all the way to the base.
He groans loudly as you go, the noise vibrating against your folds.
He feels so deliciously big, your pussy squeezes at the thought of him filling you up.
You swirl your tongue along his length as you come up, before sinking to the back of your throat once more.
At his continued moaning and subtle lift of his hips, you hold him down, beginning to bob your head.
His teeth scrape against you as he pulls your panties aside, before he sacrifices the grip on your body to hold the material out of the way. He licks a line through your slick to your clit, shooting pleasure up your spine. You moan softly as he follows with teasing kitten licks, before dipping his tongue fully inside you. He won’t need to worry about you moving away any time soon.
The two of you writhe together, moans vibrating against each other's skin, grinding into the other's mouth.
Keigo's rhythm stutters, and you know he's edging closer to the height of his pleasure.
You pull of his cock with a wet pop, marveling at the string of precum and saliva that chases you. The salty taste of him lingers on your tongue as you raise your hips, earning dazed protest as Keigo tries to pull you back down.
"Ah, ah," you deny him. "Neither of us get to cum until you do it."
He caresses your inner thighs, your threat returning a weak presence of coherency to his eyes. "Do what, exactly?"
You level a look at him over your shoulder. "You know what I want."
He hums softly, nails scratching softly against your skin. It makes you quiver. The way his touch travels ever so close to where you want him, to where it aches.
It takes all of your self-control not to give in, not to beg him to stuff you with his fingers. Because you want much more than that.
"Where do you want it, my love?"
"I think your left hand has found the perfect spot."
He pauses where his hand has found purchase at your inner thigh, close to your sex but still at the thick of your meat.
He traces tightening circles, and you swear all of your senses hone in on that singular spot. "You know what it means if I do this."
One chance. One opportunity to back out.
Like hell you're going to take it. "Bite me already so you can fuck me."
"You want me that bad, impling?"
You glare at him. "Are you going to keep testing me?" You nudge his erected cock, reveling in his sharp intake of breath. "You took in my power. I can leave you like this all night." Painfully hard, oozing pre-cum, and never quite reaching satisfaction, even as it sits on the tip of his tongue. Or your tongue, in particular. "We already started, I don't see why you'd leave yourself hanging."
"Cruel, beautiful thing," Keigo croons. But he finally complies, pulling you to hover over his mouth once more. You curl your fists into the sheets, bracing yourself as he laps at your thigh.
You feel the sharp pinpricks as his fangs break through your skin. Immediately, a sense of pleasure washes through your veins, slowly pouring into you as he sips at your blood.
A hazy pleasure washes over you, and you feel your body go boneless. Keigo’s nails dig into your skin once more as he sinks his teeth deeper into your thigh, slurping greedily at your blood. Not a single drop slips past his lips, only the sound of his pleasure at your taste.
You moan as the hot, blinding and heated pleasure from your sloppy grinding fizzes into something sensual. It caresses you sweetly, soothing you and lulling you into a false sense of security so you yield completely to Keigo. Your limbs turn to mush, and you collapse between his legs, releasing a satisfied sigh.
But what you’ve demanded has only ignited Keigo, activating the hunter of both his halves. One, the predatory instincts of his animal side, the other the ancient prowler of night.
You feel something snap into place between you, a bond now twining your souls together for eternity. But your senses have been so dulled that you barely register it. It’ll be something for you to marvel at later.
As soon as he’s had his fill with you, he’s yanking you up, spinning you around to face him. Your breath hitches as you catch the crimson that has leaked into his irises, leaving no hint of his typical golden hue besides a thin ring around his pupils.
Clothes go flying. Your lacy lingerie is ripped to shreds, while his clothes are tossed carelessly over the bed. Now complete bare before him, he wastes no time in sinking his teeth into the fat of your breast, lapping greedily. You moan, arching into his mouth, fingers curling in his hair.
He gropes shamelessly at your ass, hoisting a leg up and around his hip. Your wet and needy cunt brushes against him, and you rut pathetically for more.
He complies with you, his eagerness prominent in the hardness that brushes against your thigh. The place where he’s left his mark stings, but it is satisfying.
He spins you around, pulling your hips flush to his. “Keigo,” you moan, as his hands explore your body, the prick of his fangs ghosting atop your neck.
He kisses where he intends to suck from next, his erected cock pressing against your ass as he slides your legs apart with one of his own. His large, strong hand rests below your chin, a harsh grip holding your head aloft.
“Isn’t this what you want?”
Gods it is. You know that if you yanked the reigns back, he would let you. But this primal, domineering side of him, you want it. You need it.
“Yes,” you gasp, clinging to his arms. He squeezes your other breast under his palm, only muttering a soft good before biting once more into your supple flesh.
You whine, writhing against him. Your cunt leaks from the intensity of your wetness, creating a mess against his leg as he teases you. Your vaginal walls pulse, desperate to be filled.
“Keigo,” you groan. You squeeze him hard enough that your nails will leave angry welts in the morning. “Fuck me, for hell’s sake!”
He chuckles, licking at your neck. “Forgive me, impling. You’re just too delicious.”
But he pushes you harshly back onto the mattress, just the way he knows you want it.
He drapes himself over you, landing a sharp slap to your ass. You whine beneath him, drowning in your need. He kisses at your neck, sickeningly sweet. “Rough, baby?”
You nod eagerly, words catching and failing in your throat.
He nips at your ear teasingly. “You got it, love.” Then he’s pushing himself up, smoothing his palms over the curve of your cheeks. He kneads at your muscles, enjoying the give of your body in his grasp.
He sighs about how beautiful you are once more before giving you another hearty slap. Then finally, finally, you feel his tip slide between your folds.
He pushes in with one great thrust. You moan at the instant fill, so deep you swear you feel it in your throat.
He smooths down the small of your back, urging your wrists. As you stack them behind yourself, he pins them underneath a single hand, the other grasping at one of the horns curling back from your head, yanking your body up. Pleasure shoots through you as he maneuvers you to his liking, pushing against you until you’re curving prettily for him.
He pulls his hips back, far enough that only his tip remains. Then he rams back into you hard enough to make you cry out.
His mouth latches to your neck, sucking and licking in one spot while he fucks you with a succession of shallow, teasing thrusts. You catch crimson flash by your vision, and when you look up, he's brought the mirror to the edge of the bed, giving you a full view of yourself. Keigo himself is nowhere to be seen, only his big, beautiful wings spanning out behind your back. But though you can't see him, you still feel it. The intensive weight of his focus as he stares at your reflection.
"So pretty," he mumbles against your skin. He picks up his pace, beginning to pound you from behind. It's deep and satisfying and hard, leaving you gasping with each thrust. His grip on your horns forces you to take yourself in through the mirror. You're on full display for the both of you, from your wrecked expression, to the delicious bounce of your chest from the force of Keigo's thrusts, down to the shining, dripping mess soaking between your legs.
He lets go of your wrists, encouraging you to play with yourself while he rests his palm heavily to your lower abdomen, pressing your body into his.
You obey his suggestion, manicured nails framing over your breasts. You push and squeeze and pinch, moaning wantonly at the swell of stimulation overriding your senses.
Keigo's teeth sink in once more, and you nearly melt at the numbing pleasure that washes through you. You sigh contently, cooing his name sweetly. He hums against you, his hand sliding between your legs.
He might be invisible to the mirror, but you witness as your clit swells under the tease of his fingers. They slide easily though your soaked cunt, slipping between your labia and reconvening to glide wholly back over your clit.
His thrusts slow, and he bends you in a way that has him hitting you just right. You moan loudly in approval, feeling the way Keigo's lips curl into a smile against your throat. You're vaguely aware of him lapping more of your blood, but you don't even care. With each drop he takes, he's secreting something sweet and hazy right back into your body. And with your supernatural healing, the blood will replenish and the bite marks, sans the one signifying your bond, will disappear within a day.
His grinding is sensually drawn out, angling his hips in a way that has pleasure sparking through you with every push. You writhe between his double-fronted assault, your composure and awareness melting away with every second.
As your pleasure coils hotter and tighter inside of you, you grip his generously toned arms, whining incoherently. "H-harder!" You gasp.
He lets go of you, gripping your hips and returns to pounding you with vigor. He pushes you into the sheets, and you squeeze them so tight your knuckles turn white.
Your climax bursts from you with a cry, but he doesn't give you a chance to recover, maintaining his pace as he chases his own release.
You squirm under him but take everything he gives you, breathlessly encouraging him on.
"That's it, baby."
"So good, so good."
"Cum in me, Keigo!"
Keigo does so as he buries himself deep inside you, releasing a throaty groan.
He slows to a stop above you but does not pull out. Instead, he keeps himself resting inside you, kissing down your back.
Your skin tingles, awareness slowly returning. His body feels warm and comforting on yours. When he asks if you’re okay, you answer with a satisfied hum.
You allow your body to settle, grateful that your species allows you to recover quickly. You flip around, hooking your legs around his back and tugging him forward. He falls with a "oomf", muscles flexing as he catches himself. You wrap your arms around his neck, fluttering your lashes prettily at him. "Round two?"
He lets himself drown in the sea of your purple-turned irises, neither of you any longer caring about dirty, supernatural tricks. He just leans in, capturing your lips with his, body already answering to your call.
a/n: hehehe thank you SO much for this ask!! I was so excited and quite clearly hit with some big inspiration, I hope you don't mind the creative liberties I took with it! was supposed to be out sooner... as you can see it turned into a bigger project than I intended.... also sorry sub keigo slowly slipped away… I fear I enjoy being HIS sub too much 😩💔
Keigo “Hawks” Takami pervert Headcanons that unfortunately got flagged on tiktok.. I never learn.
Hawks experiences intense seasonal heats that turn him into an absolute fiend for you. During these periods, his body temperature spikes, his wings fluff up involuntarily, and his cock stays half-hard constantly, leaking pre-cum at the mere thought of you.
He'll text you filthy messages about how he can smell your scent from across the city and how he's jerking off in a rooftop alley imagining burying his face between your thighs. He gets so desperate he starts stealing your worn panties from the laundry, wrapping them around his throbbing length while chirping your name under his breath, edging himself for hours until he finally explodes, fantasizing about knotting you deep and filling you until you're dripping with his cum.
Hawks loves to spy on you. Tiny cameras found under your door or near windows, giving him live footage of you changing, showering, or even masturbating He'll perch on a nearby building, hand down his pants, stroking slowly as he watches you touch yourself, whispering perverted praises like "That's it, baby, rub that pretty clit for me." If you moan his name, he loses it completely, coming untouched just from the sight and sound, then immediately plans how he'll tease you about it later without admitting he was watching.
He's addicted to your natural scent, your sweat after training, the musk between your legs, even the way your shampoo lingers on your pillow. He'll nuzzle into your neck or hair in public, inhaling deeply while his hand discreetly palms your ass, whispering how he wants to bury his tongue in your cunt and drown in your taste. At home, he rubs his face all over your body like a cat in heat, leaving hickeys and bite marks while grinding his erection against you, begging you to let him scent-mark you inside and out.
Hawks loves using his detachable feathers in the most annoying ways. During sex, he'll send soft ones to tease your nipples, and clit, He gets off on the control, making you squirm and beg while he watches with hooded golden eyes.
Hawks is a massive exhibitionist when it comes to you. He'll pull you into alleyways or behind buildings during patrols, hiking your skirt up and fingering you while covering your mouth with his hand "Quiet, dove. Don't want the civilians hearing how wet you are for me." During heats, this gets worse, he'll fuck you on rooftops with his wings shielding you partially, pounding into you from behind while the city lights twinkle below, growling about how he wants everyone to know you belong to him.
His instincts make him obsessed with breeding you. In heat, he can't stop talking about filling you with his kids. He'll pin you down in a mating press, cock buried as deep as possible, thrusting with animalistic desperation while murmuring, "Gonna stuff this pretty pussy full, make you swell with my babies." He cums in massive loads, pushing it back in with his fingers afterward to make sure it "takes," then cuddles you possessively with his wings wrapped around you both.
Hawks has a secret stash of your underwear, every pair he's stolen or "borrowed." He sniffs them during lonely nights on patrol, licking the crotch while jerking off furiously.
This man is a pussy and ass DEVOURER!!!! He'll spend hours between your legs, tongue fucking you relentlessly, sucking on your clit until you're shaking. During heats, he gets even greedier, eating you out like a starving man, his face glistening with your juices as he grinds his aching cock against the mattress.
He loves making you sit on his face, wings pinned beneath you, using his hands to spread you wider while he moans into your folds.
He loves teasing you mercilessly. Pretending to be the big bad hero who "captured" you, tying you up with his feathers while he slowly strips you and describes every filthy thing he's going to do. "Look at this needy little hole clenching for me. Been thinking about my cock all day, haven't you?" During heats, the teasing becomes torture, he'll edge you for hours with toys and his fingers before finally giving in.
Hawks marks you constantly, bites on your inner thighs, hickeys on your breasts, and bruises on your skin from gripping too hard.
After intense rounds during his heat, Hawks loves keeping his cock buried inside you for as long as possible. He’ll pull you into his lap during movie nights, sinking deep and staying there, occasionally thrusting lazily while his wings envelop you. "Just wanna feel you around me, baby. So warm and tight." He can stay like that for ages, getting hard again instantly if you clench.
Hawks wants you as his permanent mate. He fantasizes about building a nest with you, keeping you there during his heats where he can fuck you senseless multiple times a day. He's possessive but loving, always making sure you're satisfied.
He'll describe in graphic detail how your pussy feels gripping him, how he loves the sound of his balls slapping against you, how he's going to ruin you for anyone else. In heat, it's non-stop breeding talk mixed with praise. "Such a good little mate, taking my cock so well. Gonna flood this womb until it's overflowing."
After his heat breaks, he's still clingy and perverted. He'll insist on bathing together, washing you while sneaking touches that turn into another round. He loves watching his cum drip our of you, using his fingers to push it back in while kissing you lazily, murmuring how pertect you are for handling his nasty and filthy side.
keigo's hands hold tightly onto your waist, pulling you impossibly closer into his chest. his wings flutter, closing around you so you have no choice but to stay where you are, lips sliding against his in the messy make out he had intitated
"baby, fuck, need you so bad," keigo's hard cock presses into your stomach, kiss swollen lips mouthing down the side of your neck. "can't-can't, fuck, can't do this," his jacket is laid out on the ground of the roof top - soaked through with sweat.
"keigs, lets go home at least?" your words come out in short, desperate pants as your boyfriend slides his hand down the front of your sweatpants to rub soft circles into your soaked underwear. "any-anyone could see us up here."
"that's the fucking point," keigo snarls into your neck, wings flapping in annoyance at the fact you couldn't understand that he wanted, no he needed everyone to see that you were his. "my mate," two long fingers slide into you, curling just right to hit your g-spot.
you mewl, "t-the nest," your dark red acrylics dig into his shoulders, tearing through the damp, thin material of his compression shirt. "don't you wanna wait till we can be in your nest keigo? nice and comfy?" despite your desperate attempts to talk some sanity into your frantic boyfriend, it all falls on deaf ears.
"please baby, please let me fuck you. just quick, need to get back to patrol," keigo's left hand tugs his combat trousers down to mid thigh, just enough for his sharp talons to rip through his boxers and pull out his cock. "need you, need this pussy to be full of my chicks,"
you moan at his crude words, nodding at whatever in hopes that it would soothe his extremely swollen cock. your sweats get torn at the crotch, body slammed down against his jacket that he had left on the ground. before you can even register the fact that you've been pinned to the floor, keigo's cock is slamming into you.
"K-KEIGO," you scream, tight cunt fluttering around his thick, long length. he growls behind you, a handle of feathers weaving together before forcing themselves against your mouth to silence you.
"take my dick, so tight. 's like i didn't even fuck you earlier," he whimpers into the back of your neck, balls tensing up, "gonna pump you full right here, look down - see all those people? any-any of them could look at us, see me breeding you right on top of their apartment complex-" keigo's cut off by his own loud moan, hips stilling inside of you as he pumps you full of cum.
your puffy clit rubs against the harsh fabric of his jacket as he grinds into you from behind, sending you over the edge. a thick ring of cream forms at the base of the hero's cock as his wings flutter behind him, a few leaves catching flight.
"thank you so much baby, thank you. i love you so much, so so much. perfect, gonna make the perfect mommy to our babies. our chicks, our kids," incoherent babbles fill the small space between you as keigo's dick quickly hardens, ready for a round two.
NERDJO | GOJO SATORU - cockwarming nerdjo while watching minecraft.
minors do not interact | mdni 18+ | nsfw
contains: established relationship, college au, NERDJO, reader insert, clingy nerdjo, mutual first loves, minecraft, cuddling, cockwarming, fluff, NERDJO.
soft, blue-tinged light spilled from the laptop resting beside your hip, leaving the rest of the dorm in comfortable darkness.
on screen, a minecraft video was playing.
you were curled on your left side, facing the screen. behind you, satoru had spent the last ten minutes shifting, inching, and tucking himself impossibly closer—chasing your warmth until there wasn't an inch of space left between you. his chest was pressed flat against your back through two layers of hoodies, his knee slotted snugly between yours. one of his long arms rested across your waist, as though he couldn't quite relax unless he was touching you.
he reached up to adjust his collar, only for the metal zipper of his hoodie to snag on the edge of the blanket.
"...ah."
after a second of trying to untangle it, he gave up with a tiny huff against your neck, nudging his glasses back up his nose instead.
"i—i mean, look at that redstone circuit," he muttered against your shoulder, his voice low and raspy. "there's literally an easier way to wire that. he's just copying mumbo jumbo's piston door tutorial from, like... three years ago."
he cut himself off, jaw snapping shut.
"sorry. i know ‘m ruining the video... i can stop talking."
a beat.
"...actually—no, hold on. look at that repeater."
you reached down and patted his arm affectionately, a soft warmth rising to your cheeks. somehow, even after four months, being each other's firsts still made moments like this feel new.
you weren't even watching the video anymore. he frowned at the screen with complete sincerity, as though figuring out the redstone build was somehow more important than the fact that he was practically wrapped around you. you just listened to the quiet rhythm of his breathing, aware of the way his messy white fringe tickled your cheek every time he blinked.
he shifted again, trying to pull the blanket higher over your shoulder.
the heavy pressure of his bulge against your lower back grew harder to ignore. satoru went commando inside the dorm at all times—he swore up and down that underwear was a scam designed to oppress his circulation—so there was zero barrier between his sweatpants and your shorts. beneath the thin fabric, the soft, heavy, half-formed shape of his cock pressed right into you. he didn't even seem to notice, completely unaware of what his closeness was doing to you.
"wait..." he mumbled, tapping the brightness key on the keyboard. "is that... why is his render distance set so low? the fog is hiding half the biome."
as his arm came back around your waist, his fingers brushed the hem of your short shorts.
he hooked a thumb under the waistband, tugging it down maybe half an inch—and then he froze.
the room went still. his breath hitched, heat radiating off his chest pressing straight through your hoodie. he pulled his hand back immediately.
"i—um."
he buried his face into the crook of your neck.
"is... is that okay?"
"toru, it's okay," you whispered, leaning back against him just a fraction more. you hadn't put on underwear under your shorts tonight either, having picked up his commando habit over the last few months.
"...okay."
he stayed still for another moment. like he was making sure you really meant it.
his hand found your waist again, moving slowly enough that you could have stopped him at any point, fingertips hesitating every few inches as though he was still asking permission without saying a word. he worked your shorts past your hips, dragging them down to your thighs.
when the cool air hit your skin, you shivered. satoru immediately shifted, pulling the edge of the blanket down to cover your legs first before his body pressed back against yours to block the cold.
a quiet rustle of fabric followed as satoru awkwardly fumbled with the waistband of his sweatpants. his knee bumped against yours in his haste.
once he'd finally managed to free himself, he reached past your shoulder and paused the minecraft video.
he was only semi-hard—at that soft, heavy in-between stage—and his ridiculous thickness rested against your lower back. bare and thick at the base, his cock rested innocently against your skin while he waited.
his forehead settled against the back of your shoulder, his breath coming in slow, uneven hitches.
"...can i kiss you?"
a tiny pause.
"...wanna kiss you."
you snorted softly before humming, "m’kay."
satoru let out a quiet breath, pressing his lips to the side of your neck. the kiss lingered, a little clumsy, his dorky glasses bumping lightly against your cheek before he settled back down.
"...cockwarm?" you asked softly, not turning around.
satoru's breath hitched completely.
"...p-please?"
the word came out barely above a whisper. he loved cockwarming with you—the simple closeness of just being tucked inside your heat without any expectation.
"put it in, toru," you cooed, reaching back to trace his arm.
he moved with delicate care. his large hand slid beneath your right knee, gently lifting your leg just enough to open you up. he guided the blunt tip of his cock forward, nudging against your hole. you were already slick, making it easy for the thick head to slip past your lips.
because he was so wide, even at half-mast, he paused instantly, letting out a shaky exhale against your neck as your walls wrapped tight around him.
"...is this okay?" he whispered, his voice tiny and thick.
"you're fine. keep going."
another slow breath brushed your neck before satoru eased himself in further. inch by slow inch, he sank into you. because it was just a lazy cuddle session, only about half of him fit comfortably, but he didn't mind at all. he just let himself stay buried halfway, exhaling a quiet, trembling sigh into your skin.
his chin rested on your shoulder, he wrapped one arm snuggly around your waist while his other hand gently eased your leg back down.
"...better?" you murmured, a faint, flustered smile tugging at your lips.
satoru nodded against your neck, pressing another sweet kiss to your skin.
"y-yeah," he whispered, his voice dazed and thick with affection. "so much better... you're really warm."
he didn't care about moving or pushing any deeper. he just wanted to stay tucked against your back, forehead resting on your shoulder, listening to you breathe. absentmindedly, his thumb traced slow circles over your hip before he tugged the blanket a little higher around your shoulder.
his glasses slipped down his nose again, bumping gently against your cheek.
"...seriously," he mumbled with a tiny sigh, nudging them back up with the back of his wrist.
eventually, he reached past your shoulder and tapped the space bar.
the minecraft video resumed.
a/n: they’re so sickeningly in love 😭 lmk if y’all want a part two <3
being in love with your best friend's girlfriend is hard. not knowing if you're the baby daddy is harder.
pairing: bodyswapped bf!Suguru x f!reader x bsf!Satoru
content: MDNI, fluff!!! smut!!, established relationships, au where Geto never defected, reader-insert, no use of yn, multiple povs, gojo is down so BAD (absolute loser loverboy if I'm being honest), gojo and geto swapping bodies, accidental pregnancy, threesome, unprotected sex, finger sucking, nipple play, piv sex, creampie
a/n: art by @dinneratgios !!
“Hi, angel.”
“Which boyfriend am I speaking to?” you groaned into the phone, tucking it between your ear and your shoulder as you bent over to pull out ingredients for tonight's dinner for one.
“Guess,” Suguru's low voice rolled through the grainy connection, Satoru chuckling somewhere in the background.
“Hi, Toru,” you sighed, rubbing your forehead after dropping the food on the counter.
“That obvious?” You could hear his pout, the quiet murmur of the real Suguru saying something you couldn't make out while you leaned against the edge of the marble.
They'd switched bodies back a few days after the curse hit them the first time. But it hadn't lasted more than a few weeks before they swapped again. Showing up together and shrugging it off with some story about it just 'happening' when they were fighting some random curse. They didn't seem particularly stressed though.
No, you were pretty sure they were having fun with it.
At first, you thought it was just an accident. Something out of their control. But lately?
You were almost positive they figured out some special trick to switching bodies, taking advantage of trading places whenever it suited them.
There hadn't been a repeat of the first night, but it didn't seem like it even mattered. Not when Gojo had somehow slipped himself inside your relationship even when he wasn't occupying Suguru's body. An arm thrown around your shoulder on the couch, messy kisses planted on your cheek, all the nights over the past couple months he insisted it was too late to drive home just for an excuse to sleep on the other side of your bed. Suguru always just watching with an entertained little glint in his eyes, until the second his best friend pushed a little too far and-
“Still there?”
“Yeah,” you yawned for maybe the hundredth time today, stomach twisting at the thought of actually cooking and eating the food on the counter.
“You miss me?" He teased, making your boyfriend's voice lilt up in an unfamiliar way. There was a dull thump, then a pained noise and a heavy huff back into the phone. "Oops, us?"
You didn't think you were supposed to miss him.
But you did. More than you wanted to. Somehow, somewhere along the way, three started feeling less like a crowd and more like comfort. Catching yourself glancing towards the empty corner of the couch where Satoru usually sat when his favorite show came on, instinctively reaching for the candy bars he liked at the grocery store when you were shopping for Suguru.
“Mhm,” you hummed, changing your mind about making a real meal and cradling the food back in your arms to haphazardly shove it all back onto the middle shelf of the fridge. You could just use the card Satoru left and order delivery. But perhaps a nap first.
“It’s not even that late there, are you seriously sleepy?” Satoru asked with a laugh. They'd been gone for two whole weeks already on some stupid trip to take care of some underground group of curse users in the middle of nowhere.
“I think I’ve got, like, the flu, or something,” you shrugged, closing your eyes when a wave of lightheadedness washed over you, awkwardly crouched by the open fridge, a weird refrigerant smell you never noticed before only adding the nausea coiling in your stomach.
“You're sick and you didn't say anything?” It was still weird to hear your boyfriend whine even when you knew it was really Satoru. One of the little things you hadn't been able to get used to yet.
“I mean, it's not like you can do anything, it's probably just a stomach bug,” you excused, spit pooling in your mouth as you started to stand, vaguely aware you might actually puke when the corner of your vision started to grow fuzzy.
“Baby-"
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“Hey,” Your brain barely processed the feminine voice as Shoko’s, your head feeling cloudy when you tried to sit up just for a soft hand to press you back against the table. “Bad idea.”
“Shit, Shoko?” You croaked, blinking blearily.
“Your boyfriend called. Said it sounded like you passed out on the phone,” she informed you, letting you adjust to your surroundings, process that you were waking up in her office instead of your home. “You hit your head pretty hard.”
That would explain the headache throbbing behind your eyes, but there was no pain, no cuts or bruises when you ran your fingers over your forehead, although your hair was still sticky on one spot, red staining your hand when you brought it back in front of your face. You guessed she must've used her technique to heal whatever wound it left.
“I told both those idiots you'd be fine, but you know them,” she sighed, glancing back at the pack of cigarettes on her desk but not going to grab them, folding her arms over her chest instead. “Probably on the first flight back already.”
If Satoru was back in his own body, he was probably wrinkling the fabric of reality to transport himself back to you.
“Thanks, um, for that,” you muttered, sighing as you rolled over on your side, the nausea that had settled in your stomach still there even now.
“So,” she started, her tired brown eyes fixing you in a sharp stare, like she was waiting for you to say something.
“Uh-huh?” You blinked back, too exhausted to work out what was expected from you.
“Does Suguru know?” She asked, her head tilted to the side as she nudged a small trash can closer to you with her foot.
“Know what?” You gagged before you could ask anything else, and if there was anything left in your stomach to throw up, you probably would've. She picked the trash can up, holding it out like she expected as much.
“That you're pregnant?” Shoko deadpanned.
“That I'm what?”
You did puke then.
Desensitized enough not to be totally disgusted, she just held the rest of your hair back with her other hand until you finished, murmuring something under her breath about guessing that was a no then.
Your brain couldn't compute it.
Sure, you and Suguru weren't always that careful, but-
Shit.
"You'd need to see a specialist, but from my scan, I'd guess you're probably about two months along," she muttered, and it was only then noticed the portable ultrasound machine pushed back on the opposite wall. Something you guessed was more for internal injuries instead of accidental pregnancy.
"I took a morning after pill," you defensively muttered, wiping the corner of your mouth. "I-"
"That only works if the sperm didn't-"
The door swung open before she could finish, and Gojo walked through. Except, you weren't even sure if it was actually him, or your real boyfriend in his body. Either way, he was rushing over, brushing your hair back from your forehead like he had to examine you himself.
"Satoru," she started to scold him, but he didn't even seem to hear. Blue eyes burning through you with a certain intensity you knew didn't belong to him.
"It's Suguru," you cleared your throat, watching the way his pink lips parted but didn't protest, the concern etched in every crease of his face. "They've been swapping bodies ever since that stupid curse."
"Oh," Shoko frowned, glancing between you before she picked up at the not-so-subtle implication in your voice. "Oh."
Yeah. Oh.
You didn't even know if your boyfriend was your baby daddy.
Even if Suguru had been the one to get you pregnant, he wouldn't have been in his body to do it.
"How are you feeling?" He asked, somehow still missing it even with the six eyes. Suguru searched your face, scanning for any sign you weren't alright before glancing over to Shoko. "Is she okay?"
"She'll be fine," Shoko dryly replied, brows furrowed together as she shook her head a little, throwing you a look that said you were on your own with this one. "Don't think she's been eating enough."
Yeah, now that you were supposed to be feeding yourself and a fetus that already technically had two dads.
What would you prefer?
A bright little blue-eyed baby with grabby hands if it meant it was Suguru who knocked you up? One with dark hair and your favorite smile when you were sure Satoru would still say it was his?
"I'll take her home," Suguru murmured, even though it was Gojo's voice you heard, a long arm wrapped around your waist to help you stand up.
His warmth was welcome, still steady and strong even when it wasn't, well, him, holding you up and walking you back out to where Ijichi was waiting with a car. You guessed one of them must have called him, given him the heads up to wait. Suguru opened the door for you, insisting on buckling you in despite you muttering that you could do it yourself.
"Satoru probably won't be back for a couple hours. He's on the plane now," he murmured once you were on the way back.
You nodded, leaning your head against the glass as you weighed your options, wondering how the hell you were supposed to tell either of them something so huge.
Maybe you were being greedy, but you didn't want to lose one or the other. Didn't want to have to make a choice when you just started to like the color your world had taken having both of them around. But you didn't know how they'd feel about this when none of you had even talked about what was going on with the three of you.
Did Satoru even want kids? Was Suguru ready?
Were you?
As fucking scary as it was, you couldn't help but feel some primal surge of protectiveness, a strange need to keep this thing inside you safe, even if it was like, the size of a pebble or however big babies were supposed to be when you couldn't be more than two months along.
"Get some rest, baby," Suguru softly spoke, still making your spine shiver at how odd it was to hear Gojo's voice sound so sincere. He went to rub your shoulder, infinity brimming and buzzing faintly before he remembered to turn it off, his fingers cold as he tried to massage some of the tension out.
Completely clueless to how much he'd be hearing the word baby soon enough.
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Three hours stuck at 27,000 feet.
Three hours without even a single update on how you were doing or if you were okay. He didn't even have time to book a first class seat, stuck in the middle of encomoy and his row. Without even infinity on to stop the idiots to his left and right from brushing against his, ah, Suguru's skin.
He never knew how fucking annoying it was to deal with people touching him until he didn't have the power to stop them.
The girl next to him kept throwing him heated glances, trying to reach out to twirl one of her fingers in his long dark hair that Satoru ruthlessly swatted away by the time he was finally grabbing his suitcase and getting off the damn thing.
"Sorry," he grimaced to stop himself from using one of Suguru's cursed techniques here and now on a civilian. "I have a girlfriend."
Was it really a lie?
His body, his brain, his soul, whatever it was that made him him, it all ached for you like you were already his.
The ride back to your place, Suguru's place, it somehow managed to stretch even longer, his leg anxiously bouncing up-and-down in the backseat watching familiar buildings pass by. He'd gotten a text from Suguru, at least, a few sentences confirming that you were okay, that he brought you back home to sleep, but it didn't do much to help the unease crawling up his skin.
He wanted to see you.
To touch you, wrap his arms around you and tuck your head beneath his chin. In his own body instead of Suguru's. He knew he'd only ever be your boyfriend's best friend to you. But he still wanted more. Even if he had to share.
The door was unlocked when he got there, the scent of Suguru's cooking hitting him the second he was kicking his shoes off.
"Honey," he called out, shrugging off his jacket and hanging it up by the door as he peered through to the kitchen only to see himself there, white brows furrowed together as he stirred something on the stove. "I'm home."
Suguru scowled at him, blue eyes squinting into a harsh stare as he dragged over the state of his own body before sighing. Maybe it was just his ego speaking, but god, did he look so goddamn good.
Why didn't you want him?
"You stink," Suguru wryly commented, scrunching his nose up.
"Should I go see if our girl wants to wash me?" Satoru teased, not even really meaning it, nerves pricking under his skin as he fought the itch to go straight to see you.
"Let's just switch back," Suguru rolled his eyes, turning the burner off and moving the pot of soup to a different one to cool. "You'll probably just jerk off in the shower again."
One time.
He only did it one time and Suguru still wouldn't drop it. Besides, didn't they have bigger things to worry about? Much more important issues?
"Fine with me," Satoru muttered back, running his fingers through Suguru's long hair one more time before he asked what he really wanted to know. "Did Shoko say what's wrong with her?"
"Not eating enough," Suguru shrugged, icy blue eyes focusing on Satoru with a hint of guilt he shared. Regretting accepting the mission when you weren't okay here. "She's asleep now."
You were Suguru's to take care of after all.
For some stupid reason, his heart squeezed. Strained against his chest no matter whose skin he was in, finding himself leaning against the doorframe outside of your room after they switched back as he tried to convince his own legs to take the first steps in. Staring at your sleeping form, the blankets rising and falling with your breath.
Would you want to see him? Did you even miss him at all? Or just Suguru?
He squatted down next to the bed, swallowing hard at the sight of you curled up beneath the blankets, slowly waking up at the sound of the floorboards creaking underneath him.
"Hey, beautiful," he murmured softly, his own voice sounding nearly foreign to him after being in Suguru's body all day. He thought he was being the bigger person, letting him stay in his so he could get back to you as soon as possible, but part of him couldn't help but wish it was him here first.
Your eyes cracked open, a little yawn escaping, and Satoru couldn't stop from reaching out with a pale thumb to drag his thumb over the corner of your lips where a little bit of drool escaped.
There was a heavy pause, a thick moment where you stared at him, biting down on the inside of your cheeks before your mouth opened.
"I'm pregnant," you spoke so quietly, he wasn't sure he even heard you correctly until it struck him you were serious.
Was he fucking dreaming?
Had one of those cursed users knocked him unconscious hundreds of miles away and this was some scarily vivid hallucination?
"I don't know which one of you is, um, you know..." You trailed off, swallowing hard and looking at him with that help me look that made him want to drop everything for you. Even if he was mostly scared shitless at the idea that you might be having his kid.
"It's really from that night?" He asked, and you nodded, only uncertain in what his reaction would be.
"Are you mad at me?" You whispered, your eyes all wide and wavering, hoping for the best and waiting for the worst.
"No, angel," he promised back, cupping your face as he tried to control his breathing. The lights flickered in the room, his restraint slipping as he struggled to hold himself together when his mind had already conjured up pictures of you padding around barefoot and pregnant with his baby. "Never."
You blinked, brows knitting together as your voice broke, "Satoru?"
"Seriously, I'm gone for five fucking minutes and you're trying to make a move on her when she's not feeling good-"
Suguru stopped two steps in. Towel slung low on his hips, water droplets still rolling down his tanned skin, damp hair hanging loose and down. His face was frozen in a familiar scowl, but there was something else brimming behind his stern stare.
"What's wrong?"
"Suguru," you said his name like you were only now realizing it was him. It felt like stepping on a fucking thumbtack. A sharp sting he couldn't ignore, throat threatening to close as he watched you look up at his best friend the same way you just looked at him. "I-"
"What?" He pressed, walking over to sit on the edge of the bed, the towel dropping lower, nearly slipping off, a ridiculous amount of his happy trail sticking out when this was supposed to be a serious moment.
"I'm two months pregnant," you admitted, just to pull the blanket up over your hide like you could hide from either of them.
Suguru tugged it back down with more restraint than Satoru was pretty sure he had in a single pinky finger. Focusing on one steady breath as a time, reaching out to graze over your flushed cheek.
"You're serious?"
Satoru hated how much it felt like he was interrupting. Stuck on the sidelines to suffer through this shared intimate moment.
"Yeah, it's just..." you hesitated, finding the ocean in Satoru's eyes already waiting for you, searching for some buoy there to keep you afloat.
"The baby could be either of ours," Satoru finished for you, saving you from the hard part of saying it out loud.
The blood drained from Suguru's face, the crease between his brows getting even deeper as it hit him that this wasn't the happy memory automatically marking the start of fatherhood for him.
"I'm obviously the dad," his best friend wryly said, nose held up high as he subtly assert his dominance. "Biological or not."
"As far as I'm concerned, it's mine either way," Satoru huffed back, folding his arms across his chest. "I'm not going anywhere."
"She's my girlfriend," Suguru snapped, and you recoiled a little, pulling back from both of them.
"Sweetheart," Satoru hummed, hoping he sounded casual and not like he was choking on the huge lump in his throat as he turned to you. "Why don't you choose?"
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You knew better than to believe what came out of Satoru's mouth was anything but bait.
But you were craving comfort, craving their company. Missed both of them more than you were currently willing to confront. And who knows, maybe some of your horniness was thanks to pesky pregnancy hormones?
Anything to blame other than how badly you were burning to have them again.
They forced you to eat first, waiting until you were full of warm soup that finally settled your stomach, still bickering behind your back over the logistics of who was really the dad depending on who knocked you up in whose body blah blah blah, before bringing you back to the bedroom.
"You should sleep," Suguru murmured, trying to guide you back underneath the covers.
"I don't want to," you muttered, stifling your yawn to look up at him with your best set of puppy dog eyes.
"Yeah, she doesn't want to," Satoru echoed, a hand sneaking to your side, half-supportive and half-scheming.
"You have to be exhausted," Suguru frowned, nose scrunching up like he was struggling to decide what to do with the two of you.
"Not too tired for you," you pouted, sitting up to skim a finger along his chest, forcing the fabric of the shirt he changed into to lift up enough to expose his tanned midriff.
"Baby," he sighed, the pet name making your stomach flutter a little extra now.
"I've been lonely the past two weeks," you added, fluttering your lashes like it might convince him to cave in. The least they could do was take care of you after that, wasn't it? "You left us."
The us was enough to erode the last of Suguru's restraint, but he still sighed anyway, catching your wrist before you could cup the rock-hard bulge he was sporting.
"You don't know what you do to me," he muttered, lips pursing together as you found yourself smiling up at him.
"I don't think either of you gets to talk," you retorted, voice still thick with sleepiness as you gestured to your stomach. "You guys did this to me."
Although, was it really so awful to have two incredibly hot men arguing over who got to play daddy to your child? Which one of them would get to spoil them the most and sign their name on the birth certificate?
"You're too cute not to cum inside," Satoru tried to defend himself? Dig a deeper grave?
"Then why aren't you trying to right now?" You questioned with a soft hum, laying out the trap knowing he'd be the first to spring it.
And Suguru wouldn't let him do it alone.
"You win," Suguru muttered disapprovingly, clicking his tongue as he complied for maybe the first time in your relationship.
He was letting you have this.
But he still made it clear he was going to go gentle - and that he'd throttle Satoru if he didn't do the same.
Touching you like you were some fragile piece of porcelain, as they might shatter you by simply skimming over your skin too hard, stripping you down to just a pair of panties with reverence.
Satoru ended up underneath you, your back pressed against his chest, supporting you as Suguru climbed on top and caged you both in. Spreading your thighs apart and shaking his head at how soaked your pretty little lace underwear was, the damp fabric sticking to your skin before he pried it off.
"Who are you this wet for?" Suguru casually asked, like the question wasn't the sharpened blade of a knife, threatening to slice through the tension - and maybe you too. "Me?"
He leaned in to drag his tongue across your clit, taste buds longing for you like the rest of him. Making you shudder, your shoulders relaxing back into Satoru's strong grip.
"Or him?"
He didn't actually want an answer, not when his nose was nudging against your clit, tongue diving in to find out the truth for himself. To feel the way your body reacted to him, thighs squeezing down on his head to hold him there as he ripped a weak gasp from you.
"Be gentle with her," Satoru (complained) reminded him with a loud click of his tongue, his best attempt at sounding serious, you guessed. Mature.
Suguru pushed your thighs apart enough to lift his head, peeking up to scowl at his best friend.
"Do you think I'm stupid enough to be rough with the mother of my baby?" He scoffed, his thumb dimpling your plush thigh as his now glossy lips twitched down into a frown.
"Our baby," Satoru corrected him, and you were pretty sure if Suguru's hands weren't already on your thighs, he'd be strangling his best friend.
And you really didn't want to have to deal with both of your potential baby daddies attempting to murder each other before you managed to find out a proper due date.
So you grabbed Suguru by his hair, guiding him back down until you were grinding against his nose. You could feel the way he tensed, murmuring something you couldn't hear as he went back to eating you out, teasing you with his tongue since he knew the only thing that would shut Satoru up was the sound of your moans.
Wondering in between his drawn-out licks if he'd still be willing to do this if he knew for sure your baby didn't belong to him. Or if he'd still double down and say that he came in you anyway, that he'd love the little blob currently growing inside you the same.
Despite how expertly he swirled his tongue around, working you open until you were whining his name, rolling your hips up to drive that thick muscle of his deeper. Satoru was still holding you in place for him, one strong forearm wrapped around your waist while the other slid up to your tits. His lips kept teasingly grazing over your throat, not quite kissing, just...testing. Seeing what sort of reaction he could get when you were already at risk of falling apart before you came remotely close to cumming.
"Need more?" Suguru murmured, all low and deep as he looked up, thumb tracing over the inside of your thigh in a long motion, pushing it down into the soft bed. Sweet as honey.
"I need you," you affirmed, nodding and readjusting, feeling Satoru's bulge against your back as he let out an indignant huff at the lack of attention he was receiving. His mouth latched into your collarbone, attempting to claim you with bite marks and hickies, sucking hungry wet spots across your skin as he started grinding against your back.
Satoru was just like some sugary candy, the kind that gave you a certain kind of fleeting high, made your breath hitch with the hit of dopamine that came with his smile. Suguru was soothing. Calm you wanted to cling to.
And yet, once you were in bed between them, it was like their roles switched. Your boyfriend was sharper, his composure cracking and giving way to his need for control when Satoru seemed ready to rob it from him.
To rob you from him.
"Whatever my future wife wants," Suguru casually promised, moving up and pulling down the loose band of his sweatpants to reveal the pretty head of his cock. Dark and glistening, beads of pre-cum already collected at the tip, threatening to roll down as your stare stuck to the thick shape of him.
"You're proposing?" You asked, fighting the urge to giggle or make ring requests, finding it all too easy to get swept up in his familiar waves when you knew you should be discussing the real logistics that came with adding another member to your full apartment.
"I will if he doesn't," Satoru chimed in, and your mouth twitched up in a smile, about to part before Suguru promptly shut you up first.
Slowly sliding himself in, your words getting choked up and replaced by air as you found yourself squirming at the pressure, struggling not to immediately clamp down after aching for this moment from the day he left.
Suguru took his time, making sure you felt every inch, holding back like he was torn between being terrified he'd accidentally hurt you or the baby and tempted to see how much of him you could take.
Satoru's grip on you tightened, but you were lost in the drag of Suguru's girth against your walls, how his hips hit your skin, his fingertips caressing your cheek. He swiped his thumb over your bottom lip, pulling it open before slipping it in between your teeth. Letting his knuckle rest between the ridges, daring you to bite down. He started picking up the pace, not daring to bottom out all the way but still making sure you were satisfied with what he gave.
But it was a slippery slope, and old habits were hard to break, especially when he was used to breaking you.
His strokes were faster, threatening to press up against your womb while his thumb pressed down on your tongue, cheeks hollowing out as you started to suck on it. Satoru's cock twitched underneath you, something damp starting to seep through his clothes and spreading on your skin watching his best friend fuck you.
"My girl's so greedy," Suguru murmured, jaw tensing as his restraint weakened at your breathy whimper.
Every touch, every thrust was intimate. Intentional.
Letting you know he wasn't going anywhere with the rut of his hips and the warmth of his skin. Saying enough without actually having to say anything at all.
Satoru might have crept his way in, carved out a niche in your heart, but the whole thing still belonged to Suguru.
It didn't stop him from trying to make a play for more.
And it didn't stop you from liking it a little when he did.
"I'd be so soft, angel," Satoru whispered in your ear, hands moving until he was squeezing your tit, tenderly rubbing over your surprisingly sensitive nipple until you made a squeak that didn't even sound like yourself. "So sweet to you."
"T-toru," you stammered, half-muffled into Suguru's hand, completely thrown off by how fucking good it felt for him to rub your nipples like that, lashes fluttering and another low moan escaping as he switched to the other one, making a V with his fingers and expertly massaging it, his infinity abandoned and forgotten as he focused solely on making you whine again.
"Don't say his name while I'm inside you," Suguru grumbled, and maybe it was sheer willpower, or Satoru simply wishing hard enough for it, but you felt the shift in the air.
And when your eyes hazily met your boyfriend's, you realized it wasn't him anymore.
They swapped places again.
Satoru stalled inside you, blinking as it struck him that he was back in Suguru's body now. The lump in his throat bobbed hard as he took in the full visual of you getting stuffed full while you laid on top of his actual body, head reclining back on his chest and hair splayed out. Overwhelmed at the sensation of being buried deep in your cunt, at how it felt for you to suck on his finger while his cock throbbed and begged for more friction.
You loved Suguru. More than anything. Needed him like he was your blood and bones, etched so deeply inside you that you weren't sure where your heart ended and his started.
But somewhere along the way, you were starting to suspect that your feelings for Satoru had shifted to something more.
Something you still weren't sure you wanted to name.
Because even when you shut your eyes, even when it was Suguru's cologne you were smelling and his rough hands on your hips, you could still picture Satoru's pretty face hovering above you, his sharp nose and smug smirk, that brilliant gleam in his eyes as you felt yourself getting stretched out around his thick length when he finally took the plunge and started pounding into you himself.
He was true to his pretty promises though. Almost sickly sweet, pulling this thumb out from your lips to cup your cheek instead, fucking you nice and slow while he tried to hold your attention hostage with tender words that you could barely even process.
How could you when Suguru was picking up where he'd left off? Pinching softly at the sensitive peaks of your nipples, twisting them just enough to toy with you, pulling your strings despite being under you.
You mumbled something, completely incoherent as you whined and writhed between their firm bodies. Tugging at the dark roots on your boyfriend's scalps while the man inside his body fucked you down so you had to feel the full length of his actual length pressed against your ass.
"You're not fucking her right," Suguru dismissively spoke behind you, managing to sound even more sarcastic using Suguru's voice. "Are you even trying?"
"S-shut up," Satoru hissed back, eyes scrunching shut, a rough groan escaping as he desperately clawed back the urge to cum.
"Don't worry, pretty," Suguru tch-ed, one of his mean hands slipping in-between your thighs, just above where he was watching his cock disappear into your warmth. Rubbing slow circles against your clit, intent on making sure you came before either of them. "I'll take care of you."
You knew he would.
Perhaps that was why it was so easy to just let go. Giving into the maddening motion of soft fingertips and searing pressure, thighs trembling and body shuddering as your pussy reflexively squeezed down on the dick currently attempting to mold you to his shape and size.
Satoru was so close, the chest hovering above yours heaving, sweat sticking to the pretty divots and sculpted muscles of your boyfriend's beautiful body. But Suguru refused to let him get there first.
Pushing you over the precipice without a second thought, cooing softly in your ear and telling you that this was what you wanted, that you could take it, sharp teeth skimming over your shoulder right as Satoru let out a lewd moan and bent down to bury his face on your other side, biting down on your collarbone as he came inside you hard and fast.
Well.
You couldn't get pregnant again.
Coming down didn't bring any kind of epiphany. Didn't make it obvious who you wanted to be the dad, or help you come up with some solution to magically fix all of the potential problems having a child came with.
But it made the world feel a little more manageable when they were there.
You didn't even realize Suguru finished too until you felt how damp your back was, the sheets underneath you soaked in sex and sweat and cum too.
"Did you-" You started to ask, dazed and dizzy as you craned your neck back to catch a glance at his face.
"Not my fault Satoru never gets laid," Suguru murmured, but you could see his blush much more easily on Gojo's pale complexion. "Can't help that he doesn't get touched."
"Be nice," you scolded, giggling a little, exhaling hard before leaning back against him, body still shaky as he squeezed you back, pulling you close into his broad chest, despite the mess.
"So," Satoru exhaled, breathing heavily as he left another kiss on your shoulder to soothe where he'd bit you before. "Who's the daddy?"
You bit your lip, letting your lashes flutter for a long moment as your stare shifted between the two men. Couldn't they just be dad #1 and dad #2 and decide amongst themselves?
— But what if those strangers are stranded in the middle of nowhere, with their car broken and shirts clinging onto their muscular chests...and you're coincidentally their only way out?
Tags: [MDNI/18+] satosugu x fem!reader. SMUT, normal AU, riding, p in v, oral (f and m recieving), back shots, dual filling..., threesome, breeding, car sex, sliiiight age gap..(6-7 years) . Porn with A WHOLE LOTTAAAA PLOT.
You weren’t easy… per say…
Actually, you spent the entirety of high school ignoring and pushing men away left and right like they were walking pests.
Considered them unloyal freaks who only wanted to have a woman in their bed for a singular night before banishing them from their life forever.
Profusely defended your successful single girl mindset all the way to college where you met one guy, dated him with the belief that he was going to be your one and done before learning that he was your one and done in the opposite way.
Dating was a toxic pool you weren’t ever daring to swim in ever again.
But every now and then… Being a healthy 22 year old and all… Somewhat touch deprived from keeping yourself away from those men…The tiniest things got you off.
A man rolling up their sleeves to reveal veiny forearms, a happy trail leading to a surprise you can’t find out, a basic flex of their biceps once they lifted the hood of their broken down car.
Yeah, maybe that’s the real reason why you ended up stopping at the side of the road to “help out” two tall and muscular men seemingly stranded on the secluded and mostly abandoned highway.
The only place this road leads to is the small and stuck-up village you grew up in and unfortunately have to go back to whenever you can go home from college.
So when you caught a glimpse of two figures—one with a strange white tuff of hair and the other with silky black locks—sitting there, a deep frown etched on the sharp features of the man you’d know as Suguru, you stopped your old run-me-down truck without a second thought.
With the initial goal to offer a ride or jumpstart their car if that was the problem.
So you swerved off the highway, seamlessly parking in front of them on the small sliver of space that was off the main road, and rolled your window down as they got up and came over.
Lord have mercy. They were even more handsome up close. The white haired man that later presented him as Gojo had the most piercing and breathtaking azure eyes, crafted from the rarest of gems.
You didn’t expect your voice to be so small when you tried to speak. “Hi. Do you guys need any help?”
A bright smile stretched across Gojo’s face as he placed his left forearm on the bridge over your rolled down window, body angled to the side so you could still see Suguru on his right.
“We seem to have gotten in a little bit of trouble.” He confessed, lower lip catching in between his sharp canine before he flashed you a charming smile that had your knees weakening even as you were sat.
Suguru chimed in to offer an explanation. “Our engine is fried.” You nodded, trying to listen attentively as his friend’s gaze ran over your body—being able to catch sight of it and your pretty little shorts and a better view of your sage green tube top from how hunched over the window he is—A beat passed before continued.
“We have already tried to get it to run again, no success.”
The plush skin of your lips pull into a subconscious pout as you think your next step. Either you try to start their car again even though you have little to no knowledge of cars, or they carpool till the city where they can sort their problem out.
Deciding the latter makes more sense, you offer a small smile to the men as you introduce your preposition.
“I can take you guys to the nearest city. I’m on my way there anyway.”
Gojo’s head swings sideways to Suguru and with one look into eachothers eyes, they nod their heads and start circling the car.
“Thank you…” Suguru starts trailing on as he settles into shotgun, trying to thank you but not being able to as you haven’t given them a name.
“Y/N.” You finish. “I’m Y/N.”
He smiles, leaning his head sideways as his eyes close. “Nice to meet you, Y/N.”
“I’m Suguru and this is Satoru.” He points to the man in the middle seat at the back, you turn to him and offer a smile too—he grins back and waves. You and the long haired man both shake hands after he offers it.
“Okay, let’s go.” Your fingers wrap around the car keys in their keyhole and twist them sideways. The engine of the old car springs to life with a few struggled coughs, once it catches the thread it needs to get going, your radio immediately starts running again—resuming the calming hum of whatever song you were playing before as you pull out of the spot you’re parked in.
Smoothly, you migrate back onto the empty highway, hands on ten and twelve. Thighs digging deeply into the plush leather you’ve learned to hate on hot summer days but love on comfortable late night drives.
From your side, you hear both Suguru and Satoru shuffle in their seats as they take in their surroundings from the windows. Trying to paint a picture in their minds of how far they are from their car now.
Suddenly, the comfortable silence is broken by a curious Satoru.
“So, what is a pretty lady like you doing around here?” His tone is flirtatious, having moved from the windows and rooted himself back in the center behind the console, you smell his cologne coming up from over your shoulder as his long arms sit behind yours and Suguru’s headrest.
Your heart goes a little sideways at the compliment, but you shake it off because he probably says that to every girl.
Shrugging in your seat and taking a quick glance up at him from the rear view mirror, you reveal why.
“I used to live in Komae.” You mutter. “Going to visit my parents.”
That sparks interest in the man by your side. “You’re in college?” He asks, body language indicating he’s intrigued.
“I am.” You nod softly. “How’d you know?”
He points at the sticker on your water bottle sitting on the console holder, JJKU reading in the middle of the circle.
“Oh.” You breathe out. Of course.
Satoru picks up from the back. “We used to go there too!” Voice a little too loud and excited, but the walls of the car absorb it.
“Really? What year did you guys graduate?” Feeling curious, you push the subject too.
“Class of 2020 baby.” He replies immediately like the answer was pushing against his lips. A small plop. sound rings in your ear as his back meets the soft cushion of the middle seat.
Oh. They are… slightly older… the thought creeps into dark places of your mind—two hot older men in your car, I mean it’s hard not to let your ideas slip.
Satoru cuts your thread of thinking. “Actually, Suguru works there as a philosophy professor, you sure you don’t know him?”
That impresses you. Being in a completely different course not really related with philosophy, you’re not surprised you don’t know him, but you are that he teaches there.
“Wow! That’s so impressive.” You flicker your eyes to Geto in shotgun for a second to see him looking out the window with a humoured look on his face.
“Thank you.” He turns to you before shooting his friend a look and going back to your profile. “Satoru might not look that smart but he’s the owner of Six Eyes.”
Holy shit.
Said man in question deadpans from the backseat. “I’m literally right here, you know?”
“Gojo, that’s insane.” You breathe out, arms buzzing with excitement. “I had no idea you were the owner.”
He shrugs like it’s no big deal.
Like it’s no big deal he’s the owner of only the biggest luxury hotel line in the entire world. Ranging from anywhere in America to Europe and of course it’s homeland in Asia—Japan.
You, on the other hand, feel jittery in your seat at the realisation that not only are two hot older men in your worn-out leather seats being driven by yourself to your city, but they are extremely successful and educated.
Snap out of it. You try and reason yourself, though there’s a shameful coil springing to life in your lower tummy at the thrill of everything.
“Should I ask you for your autograph?” You tease, trying to keep the atmosphere light. Suguru quietly snorts as his shoulders dig deeper into the cushion when he melts into his seat.
“I can give you anything you want, princess. Gotta repay the kind lady for saving us.” He fires back, unaware of how his words stupidly affect you without needing to hold any true honesty.
“Satoru, keep it down.” The professor starts, not wanting his friend to make you uncomfortable because he knows how he gets.
“Oh, it’s fine.” You interject, sending him a soft look that shows it doesn’t bother you as much.
On your left comes up a metal sign with the words “Komae” both in kanji and roman letters, indicating that you’ve breached the boarder that separates the city from others and that in about 10 km, you’ll be at the centre of your city.
You announce, pushing the blinkers on and swerving into another lane that leads you to the last place you want to be. “We’re almost there.”
The car’s rumble slows, transitioning into a background hum as you pull into a spot and park the vehicle in place.
Already feeling the hair on your neck stand up and the usual rhythmic beat of your heart start to falter at the sight of the man in the distance.
You take a deep breath, level your thoughts to circle around the fact that he is literally nobody to you anymore and that he’s just going to do his job.
He’s just a car mechanic, not your ex. Not someone who used to hold a part of your heart right in the centre of his palm.
Satoru and Suguru quietly follow behind your heavy steps as you crouch under the half-opened garage door shielding the workers from the sun and slip into the shop.
Naoya is crouched underneath a car, looking up at some jagged metal part that couldn’t be any less interesting to you as you root yourself behind him, feeling the adrenaline start to already build behind your spine.
It’s painfully obvious that he’s aware there is someone behind him, yet he takes his sweet time to spite you because his body has already betrayed him by recognising you before his eyes ever met yours.
After hearing four feet halt by your lighter steps though, he turned to find two tall men on either side of you.
He wants to sneer, say something about you fucking two guys now like the slut you are—but he bites it down because for once he thinks before acting.
You see the thought of insulting you come across his mind—giving you the confirmation that he still is the victim in his side of the story.
The one where he isn’t a cheating liar like he is in real life, in the version of the memories that you lived and live to tell to whoever you dare open your heart to.
For a brief second, you try to be civil about it.
“Zenin.” His eyes flicker to you, ceasing his sizing up of the white haired man just to watch you in disgust.
“Y/N. What a pleasure seeing you.” He spits with bitterness, nails digging into the dirty rag in his hand.
You fight the overwhelming urge to roll your eyes at his shitty sarcasm. “Great to see you too. This is Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru” Their names roll off smoothly off your tongue, like butter.
The words “so?” and an invisible shrug of Naoya’s shoulders pop up in your mind as he deadpans.
“Their car broke down on the highway.” You explain, already turning on your heel because that’s all you need to say and you have already deemed the words you have said as too many.
The two men send the Zenin a suspicious look as they trail behind you again to the reception.
You feel like gagging when you see that one of the girls you’d caught Naoya in bed with still works at the shop.
But there isn’t much to do when it’s quite literally the only garage in the city.
She uncomfortably shifts in her seat when she catches a glimpse of you coming through the transparent door. Guilt already shooting up her spine again like it did when you bursted through the door while the taken man was between her legs.
There’s a fleeting thought about saying sorry again since you’re here and home for the break again, but she shuts up square when the others come in behind you.
You beam with fake happiness as you greet her. “Sakura! It’s been so long, oh my gosh!” Hands coming up to your chest, settling softly over the green fabric that covers your cleavage.
Sweat beads pile up on her forehead like condensation around a cold glass of frat party spiked drinks.
“A-Ah—Hi, Y/N.” She stammers out, hands shaking beneath the bridge between you and her where you rest your arms as your expression drops.
Her muscles tense once she recognises the cold in your eyes, the same that was staring back at her when she got caught.
“Send the car before 8.”
You’re gone before she can even refuse—It’s already almost 6 and she’s not even sure where the tow car even is.
Sakura starts panicking, breathing shortening as the front door bell jingles when you make your way out like you haven’t flipped her day around for the worst.
It’s scorching hot outside when your feet hit the grey concrete again, humid and sticky. Sweat immediately starts brewing under your skin at the suffocating temperature.
Satoru is the first to step out—unbeknownst to you since you’ve just me, he’s so quiet it’s scaring Suguru.
But the truth is he is too stunned to speak by how you walked into the shop and pushed everyone you talked to up a wall.
Just who were you?
And why was he dying to know more?
It would be a lie to say Suguru wasn’t curious too. But the two of them silently decided to not beat the dead horse and instead followed you around like two dead puppies.
Everyone is back in the car with their clothes clinging onto their skin when their spines hit the warmed-up leather seats and when your hand slams the AC button on.
Satoru is riding shotgun this time. Hand on the armrest, the other open-palmed on his thigh.
Suguru is behind your seat as you ease the car back onto the highway. If you’re right, in about two hours the toll truck should pick up their car.
Since there isn’t anything else to do in the small town of Komae, you decided to drop the two men off at their car and continue your way to your parents house.
Just as you think you might peacefully take them back to the start line, Satoru breaks the heavy silence and asks the forbidden.
“Ex-boyfriend?”
Your knuckles tighten around the steering wheel, old leather digging the stitch marks onto your palm.
Suguru quirks up to the middle seat at the sound of his friend’s question, mentally eye rolling at his bluntness.
“Sorry about him, Y/N. He has no manners.” The black haired man smoothly slides in, glaring at the back of Satoru’s white tuff of hair smushed against the headrest.
Your shoulders drop at the realisation that you would look childish still being bitter about the breakup.
“Yeah.” You breathe out, voice a level smaller than you wished it would’ve come out as.
Practically feeling the underlying questions behind their quiet gazes on you as your eyes stay fixed on the road, you cave.
“He cheated on me with the receptionist.” You mumble, eyes narrowing from the highway that stretches for what seems like forever—trees shading the sun from blazing down on you.
From your side, you hear an amused scoff coming from Satoru in the passenger seat. Half sounding like he’s in disbelief and half finding something funny, so you ask.
“What?”
His chuckling dies down and his eyes settle on your face. You try to keep your attention on the road but it’s hard to once his gaze drops from your eyes to your lips, to the way your top hugs your breasts, then the curve of your waist and finally your thighs.
He responds after a minute. “What could he have possibly looked for in another woman when he had you?”
The question stings for a moment while you remember all the times you asked yourself it to no answer.
You shrug, quietly mumbling a clipped and somewhat bitter. “Don’t know.”
He continues like he’s not a stranger pushing lines and like his eyes trailing undetermined lines on your skin doesn’t set your whole being on fire.
“Were you bad in bed?”
His boldness is so shameless that you almost choke on air, foot a good inch away from slamming the brakes from shock and sending everyone toppling over.
Suguru cuts in immediately. “Satoru.” Voice stern, tone serious.
“Sorry, sorry.”
You find yourself at a loss of words for a second. Debating on not saying anything and losing face or revealing the truth.
Well, you are with two handsome and successful men… and your ex isn’t even some worth defending…
“He was the one bad in bed.” You blurt out, eyes strictly focused up ahead and nowhere else—not to your right or on any mirror because you swear you will die if you meet their gazes.
This time, Suguru is the one taken off guard.
“He…didn’t pleasure you?” The way he carefully picked out his words, slowly chose to carry them out and intensely watched how you shamefully gnawed on your lower lip and nodded made something in your stomach flip.
Once more, there’s an awkward moment of quietness—too full of revealed secrets and pointed questions.
There is too much revealed in the air to two strangers.
You’re praying that they just drop the talk and leave just as quickly as they came when you merge into the side of the road where their car is in the distance.
The old pickup truck you drive sighs with relief when you twist the key off the ignition and kill the engine.
Your eyes are glued to your beat up converses as you wait for them to say something.
After seeing they are frozen in their seats—Satoru’s body facing yours but his eyes glued onto Suguru.
“Well…” You start. “This is it.”
Right as you’re about to continue, Satoru’s door cracks open with the pull of the handle—letting out a tired groan from worn out hinges as his long body slips off the seat.
You watch him circle the car till he reaches your door and flings it open.
“Come to the backseat for a second, love.” He smiles, extending a hand for you to take and use to jump off the high platform.
Something in you drives your muscles to comply, your hand land in his and your legs dangle off the car till you jump down onto land again.
Suguru pushes the door open from the side and you climb in with a fast-beating heart.
He goes to the far right end of the backseat, back pressing against the window, head grazing the top despite how tall the ceiling is.
Satoru slides beside you, pulling the door open with him. You’re sandwiched between them, inhaling both of their colognes that mix into pure heaven in your sense receptors.
Both their thighs pressing against your legs and their arms touching yours, you feel suffocated in the best way—so much that a small hotness starts to bloom in your underwear.
Suguru pulls you out of your thoughts before you have the chance to lose yourself just yet.
His hand comes to brush a stray piece of hair off your temple, making you turn to face him.
“We can fix that.” He says, not ringing a bell in your head.
Confused and starting to grow too hot, you barely whisper when you ask what.
Satoru shifts behind you, making you squeal once you feel his hands on your shoulders and turning you back to him.
His face is so close when you look up at him, absentmindedly pulling your body back for space he doesn’t allow.
“We can please you.”
A smirk lands on his face, your back softly meets a hard surface and you feel under Satoru’s hands hair brushing your shoulders.
Tilting your head up, you’re met with Suguru looking down at you with half-lidded eyes and a soft smile.
Your heart is in your ears when his pale hands wrap around your waist, just under your boobs as he pulls you closer into a more comfortable position flush against him.
“Would you like us to, sweetheart?” He asks, voice ringing so dangerously close to your skull as his lips brush the shell of your ear.
Satoru’s grin widens as his hands wrap around your ankles and places each one between his own legs.
You’re laying with your legs spread open, only your shorts shielding your wetness from the two hungry men as the blue eyed man look down at you.
Seeing how you’re growing too mushy in Suguru’s hands and getting lured in by his eyes, Satoru runs a hand deliberately slow up your thigh till it lands on the upper part of it just to ground you.
“C’mon, tell us, pretty.” He coos, long fingers squeezing the fat under it.
You bite back a whimper at the feeling of him and Suguru’s fingers brushing your underboob.
“Yes.” You finally breathe out as Satoru’s hands ghost your clothed pussy basically screaming for him.
“Good girl.” He kisses your temple before Satoru comes in and captures your mouth in a steamy kiss.
Messy, hot, sloppy as Suguru finally cups your thinly covered boobs—you weren’t wearing a bra, so the peaks of your hardened nipples quickly started pushing against the green cotton once he massaged them.
Satoru’s hips come down, slotting his growing boner against your dripping cunt—making you let our a shaky moan against his lips that has you feeling his friend’s hard-on grow against your back.
He breaks the kiss after a second, a string of saliva holding you both together as he stares at your glossy lips.
An amused smile displays itself on his face before he shoots Suguru a look over your head.
“Consider this our thanks.” He says before two hands hook under your thighs. “Will you help me, Suguru?”
In a mess of peeling off clothes and both of them leaving eager love bites on you, the car fills with your loud moans and the sloppy noises of Satoru lapping up your juices as Suguru keeps your lips locked in a fight with his.
Tongues invading for territory, a coil building quickly in your stomach and your hands fisting his jet black hair—you’re not the only one groaning.
Satoru isn’t quiet with the way he devours every drop of ambrosia flavoured release you offer him after he pulls out an orgasm of you.
He whines when Suguru kicks him off your soppy cunt with the heel of his foot and flips you around till you’re bent over in front of him—face in front of Satoru’s leaky cock—while the dark haired man lines himself up.
Satoru smirks down at you with that overconfident, proud look when you look up at him with shiny eyes.
“That’s not—“ You try only to be cut off.
“You will fit it. Just try it, baby.” He encourages once he sees you swallow.
With one final deep breath as Suguru drags the tip of his aching cock against your folds, you hollow out your cheeks and take Satoru in your mouth just as he breaches the first muscular ring of restraint.
You let out a squeal of surprise against Satoru’s dick at the painful stretch and he takes it as an opportunity to push your head down—making his tip hit the back of your throat.
Your throat relaxes after a beat and you ease your tongue around his length, stroking what you don’t have in your mouth.
He groans at the warm feeling, mind focusing on not cumming embarrassingly close down your throat. Suguru presses his chest against your arched back, wrapping his hands around your waist as he slowly starts dragging his cock in and out.
Pelvis meeting your plush ass, he starts building up the pace when he sees you choking on Satoru’s cock—not letting himself fall behind his friend.
“Ooh yeah~ Just like thaaat, baby.” Satoru lowly groans as he sees himself move up and down your throat with the tilt of his head.
You pull back for a second, saliva dripping down the sides of your mouth as tears brim your waterline.
Your eyes roll back just as Suguru bottoms out once more and reaches home—that one spongy spot deep in you that makes your body spasm.
Hands struggling to jerk off Satoru, you try to bend down and get him back in your mouth when he catches your jaw and stops you.
“Na-ah. C’mere.” He grabs a hold of your elbows as Suguru’s thrusts slow down till he’s only buried in you as Satoru pulls you on his lap.
What he intends to do quickly pops up in your mind and you try to escape.
“No!—It’s not going to work—“ You try to reason, already feeling too full with Suguru twitching inside of you.
Satoru chuckles, Suguru’s grip on your waist lifts you to hover over his friend’s spit-glazed cock with him still inside.
“Relax, honey.” He coos from behind, Satoru rubbing little circles on your hip as they pull you down.
Satoru’s tip brushes against Suguru’s cock as he tries to make space for himself inside of you too.
You loudly cry out at the stretch—it burns so much. Satoru is long but Suguru is thick, it barely fits but eventually they are both snugly wrapped in your warmth.
Velvety walls making both of them stutter on their moans as you go limp against Satoru.
His hand brushes your hair as everyone adjusts—them to the tightness, you to the stretch.
“We got you, sweets.”
Suguru moves first, making you faintly whimper in Satoru’s chest as his deep groan rumbles against your temple.
Then, Satoru starts matching Suguru’s slow pace. Both of them printing their veins in your pussy, itching dangerously close to their edge already as your legs start shaking.
You’re a mewling, whimpering mess in Satoru’s secure arms. Ear pressed against his heartbeat as you drool down his abs, unable to think or act on your own.
Body a puddle of goo, you feel the dangerous sound of the coil in your stomach about to snap for the third time—you barely have time to warn them about it.
Suguru thurds harder, Satoru reaches deeper—kissing your cervix gently as Suguru pounds you till your mind is mush and you’re so brainfucked that you’re about to pass out.
He presses slow, warm kisses to your shoulder as Satoru peppers some on your forehead and temple.
Both of them being so gentle and soft with you as your senses go into overload and your figure trembles in their hands.
A small chuckle comes from behind as a large palm brushes the protruding bulge in your stomach.
“Satoru, feel this.” His friend guides a hand from your hip to your lower belly where the two cocks poke out from your uterus.
“Mmmh!” You cry further against his chest as his hand presses the bump. He laughs too, breathy as he white locks of hair cloud his eyesight when they stick to his forehead.
The car creaks with the thrusts, it smells of sweat and sex as everyone reaches their ends.
You break first, whole body convulsing and shaking in their firm holds before going completely still and your head falling back onto Suguru’s shoulder while he delivers the last few thrusts with Satoru.
They both simultaneously bury themselves at the same time after following your release, overfilling your womb with them so much that if you get pregnant, you’d have to play the guessing game of who the father is.
There’s a light quietness in the cramped space as they both slip out. Suguru falls back on the other seat, you rest against Satoru again—his hands loosely around your waist as their heavy, exhausted breathing is the only thing audible.
Well, you know what they say…
Stranger danger.
EXTENDED ENDING, DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SATISFIED WITH ONLY SMUT. CW: MENTIONS OF PREGNANCY.
Their heavy breathing is the only thing you can hear as you almost drift off to dreamland—but then a tired snort catches your attention.
Soon after, Satoru also snorts and you look up and over your shoulder to see what they are laughing at.
Nothing, just their cum spilling out of your weakened hole and riiiight onto your leather seat.
You spring back to life.
“What the fuck! My car!” You screetch, trying to push yourself off Satoru’s chest but his grip has tightened and he doesn’t let you leave.
“Wait, baby, stay.”
You start panicking, still bare naked and frantic.
Suguru interrupts. “Send your car to the mechanic and replace the seats, dear. We’ll pay for the damage.”
Outside, you hear the faint rumble of engine and see the tow truck pull up.
“Oh my god!” You’re all naked. Suguru pushes himself off the seats and gets dressed the quickest while he tells you and Satoru to stay.
Gosh, what have you gotten yourself into? You ask yourself, slumping back against Satoru’s chest only to look up and see him happily smiling down at you.
Suddenly, you feel something poke against your back again.
Oh!
Oh indeed.
The two men left their phone numbers with you after the mind-blowing sex.
You, too ashamed of getting gangbanged of sorts had no intention to call them or ever see them again.
But…
There’s a brand new range rover in your parents garage with a flashy red bow and a card saying “For Y/N <3” that has your parents asking questions they don’t want to know the answers to.
And…
There are two pink lines staring back at you on a pregnancy test..
Well shit…
Now you really gotta play the guessing game.
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As you can see, I am NAWT proofreading this long ass thing causeeee umm it might be my longest yet. Discussions for this to be a miniseries where they figure out who the bd is and how said bd is gna be w their child are lowkey popping into my mind…
⤷ can be read as a standalone or second part of this
"sugu, the girls are asleep."
you peeked inside the open door, finding suguru at the altar of his temple. The room that was always filled with members ready to obey is eerily silent at night. Suguru was sitting crossed legged, elbows digging into his knees and hand massaging his temples as if there was a headache that wouldn't go away.
you crept up silently to kneel behind him before wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your head on top of his. Slowly removing his hands from his head, you replaced it with your hands massaging them instead. He noticeably relaxed before leaning back against you.
"c'mon, tell me what's wrong, hmm?"
Who is he to deny you like that? He lifted your palm to his cheek and nuzzled against it, a content sigh leaving his lips. You untied the tight bun in his hair to ease up his pain a bit before softly combing your fingers through his hair.
"truth be told I am a bit worried, worried about you."
you paused for a moment, halting the movement in his hair. Gently you removed your hands from his locks and placed them back around his neck. His palm came up to place over yours, resulting in you smiling softly.
"care to elaborate?"
he nodded before speaking, "Did you see how everyone looked when we came back today? They looked at me like I was a monster, but they looked at you like I was holding you hostage and forcing you to come with me."
he went silent for a moment, "I don't even know what i'm saying. I guess it was weird to see everyone again and have them look at you like that. Especially him."
"you mean like how we saw satoru today? I don't know he seemed pretty angry, maybe surprised if you squint hard enough."
"you mean you didn't see how surprised he was that you were with me?"
"I just said that!"
Suguru finally turned his head to look at you, "tell me, do you miss him?"
You were a bit surprised at the question considering it was somewhat out of the blue. His thumb came up to swipe at a fallen eyelash on your face while you just stared at him.
"I bet he probably forgot all about me by now, the last time we even talked was like what, 8 years ago-"
"that doesn't answer my question."
the room was silent for a moment—his tone was a bit stressed out but he didn't raise his voice at you—he never could. You shook the thought of it away and mentally slapped yourself for thinking that he'd even do it, you leaned back from him a little bit, creating a small space between you and his back before speaking up.
"your paranoia is annoying y'know?"
you tittered at his expression, leaning over his shoulder to get a clearer look at his face. His eyebrows were furrowed and he had a "really." look on his face, he opened his mouth to speak but you beat him to it.
"relax I didn't mean it like that."
"I mean you're my lover and I hate seeing you worried, you already have enough stress from the cult and all, the last thing you'd need is to be worrying about something like this too. Why do you think i'd have another, when you have always been the one?"
This time he relaxed again, he wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you against him before laying his head on top of yours. You let the comfortable silence engulf you both before he spoke up after a moment, "i'm sorry pretty, i'd just hate to think of what would happen if things went wrong."
"you shouldn't worry, the parade is gonna go by and we can continue to raise the girls and i'll stay right by your as side as you lead the cult, or whatever you do."
"...plus if you die i might just go back to satoru"
you mumbled the last part before looking up at suguru, he stared at you blankly with that "really." look again, this time you laughed. You couldn't help it, he was just so easy to tease sometimes.
you continued, "and then we can go kill that guy you were complaining about so much."
"you're so violent, I love it." He pressed a kiss on your forehead before leaning back to get a clearer look at you.
"Anyways don't you have some new cult members to show around? I can come with."
"That'd make it much more bearable, I heard he's not even a sorcerer."
He stood up from the altar and held out a hand to help you up. You grabbed it before standing up and following him out of the room, mumbling something about "you say that every time."
Meanwhile, at someplace near jujutsu high, Gojo was sitting in room also staring blankly at the wall. His blindfold lay forgotten somewhere in the corner of his room, bright eyes covered by his white hair instead. He occasionally moved his head to lean back against the headboard as he stared up at the ceiling.
His bedroom was serene, the only sounds that could be heard was his breathing and the occasional shuffle around on his bed. The room itself was dark, but everything about Gojo was contrasting against it. The only light in the room deviated from him, eyes so blue the hue is a contrast against the pitch black of his room. You used to say that to him whenever you slept over—he still doesn't know what that means. You would've explained to him, if only you were here.
Training for the students and teachers got even more intense the moment suguru left, his threats lingering in everyone's presence. Satoru wasn't afraid of losing, no of course not. His mind was still processing everything, he really thought he'd be fine now that eight years have passed.
Paranoia has been popping out of nowhere recently, which is weird because up until now, that word was never in Satoru Gojo's vocabulary. Sure there were a ton of other words to describe his feelings but paranoid wasn't ever one of them.
His mind was all over the place again, no different from a similar situation like this only when he was in his teenage years. The thoughts lingered heavy on his mind, only for once did the strongest feel helpless on what he was supposed to do.
All this noise and information makes him want to close his eyes sometimes, maybe all the time.
He's just being paranoid again, he really wish he'd stop doing this to himself. It's been a habit ever since his student years, he didn't ever tell anyone though. The hallways filled with whispers about how carefree he is the moment his presence came into view, little did anyone know he was falling apart inside.
His hand gripped his head suddenly, a grunt leaving his lips. A headache had appeared out of nowhere, maybe he should put his blindfold back on. The stress is probably a big factor why, he was only give a month's notice before the war was going happen.
He could just find Suguru and kill him right now. Though if he did, what if you find out and end up killing him instead? He couldn't bring himself to kill you or suguru anyways. Not even if the higher ups have been spouting nothing but bullshit plans in his head, plans that don't even make any sense.
Satoru doesn't even know what to find comfort in anymore—a blanket of paranoia has fallen over jujutsu high—making every place he went unbearable. His six eyes swear there's something watching him, especially on the streets of Tokyo. Whoever he talks to, his instincts scream that the people he's talking to just might be working for Suguru.
So really what was he scared about?
What if he saw you during battle and didn't have the heart to fight you? What if Suguru came up with some kind of plan to get Okkotsu alone to kill him? What if you have nothing but hatred in your eyes when you see him?
...all this thinking is making his headache worse. If only there was someone here to massage his temples.
huh.
His paranoia really is annoying.
I love the marías :] listened to paranoia while writing this
✮ tutor!geto would make you study for your finals with his huge cock buried deep inside you.
the chair creaked under the weight of both of you, and you felt his warmth through his shirt where your back pressed against his chest. your head rested on his shoulder, your thighs spread wide over his. you were completely naked while he still wore black dress pants that hugged his thick thighs, tie hung loose, sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. his jacket lay in a heap on the floor by your feet.
he's inside you. all the way, impossibly deep, buried to the hilt, and he didn’t move for four minutes.
“alright, sweetheart,” his voice was low and warm by your ear, and you felt it rumble through his chest. “first one’s easy. define the second law of thermodynamics.” you squeezed around him without thinking, and he let out a quiet, strained groan that told you he felt every bit of it.
“nnghh…” you started, and he chuckled.
“that’s not an answer, baby.”
“uh… the entropy of an isolated system…” you gasped when he rolled his hips just enough to drag the head along your inner wall, “…never decreases. it… mmgh— it either increases or stays the same…”
“good girl.” his hands settled on your hips, and he gave you one hard thrust upward, driving so deep your vision went white. “mhm. that’s your reward.”
“haaah—” your head fell back against his shoulder, your lips parted. “fuck…”
“language, pretty girl,” he said with a grin, and you felt it against your temple. “we’re in a study session.” but his hips started moving again, slow and filthy, and a quiet whine slipped from your lips.
“okay. next. a proton moves perpendicular to a uniform magnetic field. what's the shape of its path, and why?”
you're already losing your mind. he's so thick inside you, stretching you, and he's not moving enough, nowhere near enough.
“nnnghh— okay… a— a circle— because the force is always perpendicular to the velocity, so it changes direction without changing speed—”
“mm.” his hands tightened on your hips, and he drove up into you so hard the chair scraped across the floor. “fuck, yeah. that’s my smart girl. feel that? that’s what you get for the right answer.”
“more…” you whispered, trying to sink your hips down onto him, but his hands held you still with an iron grip.
“ah-ah.” his voice dropped lower. “you don't move unless i say so. you know the rules. answer, and I'll move for you.”
you let out a high, desperate moan, and he kissed the side of your neck, slowly dragging his tongue all the way up to your jaw without pulling away. “mm. love that sound. now — what’s planck’s constant, and what does it connect?”
“six point six two six times ten to the minus thirty-four…” you gasped when he bit your shoulder, “…joule-seconds. it connects energy and frequency…”
“that’s right.” he thrust up, and this time he stayed buried deep inside you, grinding against you, and you felt the head press against your cervix, a dull, sweet ache.
“mmm, you’re so damn tight, baby. every time you answer, you squeeze around me. i can feel it.”
“then fuck me....” you begged. “…please, i need you to move. i need—”
“patience.” his hand covered your tits, his thumb slowly rolling your nipple, and you arched into his touch. “one more question, and i’ll give you a real reward. what’s the equation for the lorentz force?”
“f equals q times— open bracket… e plus v cross b… haaahh—” his thumb found your clit, rubbing slow, lazy circles that drove you crazy, and your hips jerked. “…i’m right, i’m right, please…”
“you are.” his thumb moved faster, and you cried out, arching against him, but his other arm locked around your waist and held you right where you were. “and that’s just a little taste because you got close. you’ll have to earn the rest, pretty girl.”
“please…” you trembled, so close, so empty and so full at the same time. “please… i can’t— i need you to move—”
“one more question.” his lips found your neck, sucking a mark into your skin, and you moaned. “what’s the heisenberg uncertainty principle?”
“delta x times delta p is greater than or equal to h over four pi…” you blurted out on a shaky breath, and he practically growled.
“perfect.” then his hands slid under your knees, lifting your legs high into the air, and he drove into you so deep, so unbelievably deep, that you screamed.
“ah— mhmmmm! yesyesyes! yeees!” you came apart on him, clenching, creaming, coating his cock and he let out a low, rough groan, grinding into you with every wave that rolled through your body. "fuck, baby, that's it, squeeze me, milk me—"
your legs shook over his forearms, your whole body trembled, and he stayed deep inside you, still moving, slow enough to drag every second out. “mm. look at you. creaming all over me. so good for me.”
and then—
knock. knock.
“you okay in there? i heard a noise." your roommate’s voice came through the door, muffled. your whole body went stiff. you opened your mouth to answer—
and he slammed into you with one hard thrust, so deep you almost cried out. his hand cupped your jaw, turning your face toward him, and his lips crashed into yours, hungry, swallowing the sound before it could escape. he kissed you like he’d been starving, his tongue slipping into your mouth, and you couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything except kiss him back while he fucked you with slow, deep strokes, his hand sliding lower to rub your clit.
“hello?? everything okay?”
he pulled back just enough for his lips to brush yours and nodded toward the door. “answer her, baby,” he whispered, his voice rough, still rolling his hips inside you while his thumb drew slow circles over your clit. “go on. tell her we’re fine.”
“i…” your voice cracked. “mmh— we’re— we’re okay...”
“well… alright. if you need anything, just let me know.” you heard her footsteps fade down the hallway and he leaned in until his lips brushed your ear.
“you gonna tell her you need my big cock inside you, sweetheart? hmm? gonna tell your friend you need me to fuck you till you can’t even walk?” you shook your head, biting your lip so hard you tasted blood, and he let out a low, dark laugh, never stopping, never letting up.
“mmm. that’s my good girl. stay nice and quiet for me.” he pulled almost all the way out, then drove right back into you as hard as he could, and you cried out, throwing your head back.
his hands gripped your hips, and he started pounding into you, deep and hard, until everything else disappeared. all you felt was him — his lips on your neck, your shoulder, your cheek, his cock splitting you open. you're full, so full, so perfectly full.
“one more round,” he breathed, grinning against your skin without slowing down. “can’t have you getting upset over your marks, can i? gotta make sure my smart girl passes her finals.”
the chair kept creaking, and he fucked you all day, one question after another, until your mind went completely blank, your body belonged entirely to him, and you’d never felt so full in your life.
got done assisting the longest surgery i’ve ever been in, about to pass out lmao
Thinking about satoru gojo, who somehow finds a way to be an insufferable little shit even while he’s two fingers deep in you.
He’s got you spread out on the sheets, blindfold still on because of course it is, working you open slow and filthy. Every time you clench around him, he just hums, like he’s amused. Then, without warning, he curls his fingers into the infinity hand sign—the exact one he uses before dropping a domain.
“Satoru,” you gasp. “tell me you’re not doing your domain expansion hand sign inside my fucking cunt—”
“Domain expansion,” he murmurs, smug and low, still pumping that stupid 🤞🏻 deep “infinite orga—”
Satoru can tell there’s something up by the way you grind on him.
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Satoru can tell there’s something up by the way you grind on him.
Your movements are hungry, desperate, bordering on animalistic. It’s like you can’t get enough, can’t get enough of the way his hardness feels every time you roll your hips over it. You’re a panting mess, clearly aching for more.
When he reaches the waistband of your leggings and you push him off, he’s understandably surprised.
You pin his hands at his sides, going back to kissing up and down his throat. “Can’t,” is all you say.
He blinks. Trying to push his desire-addled brain to think of any possible reason why you “can’t.” “What’s wrong?”
You grumble, hips grinding down against him once more. “On my period.”
“Oh.” Satoru feels a pang of dismay, but offers a sympathetic smile. He doesn’t want you to do anything that would make you uncomfortable. “Okay, sweet girl. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”
You grumble again. “Just let me keep doing this.”
And so he does. For a ridiculous amount of time, he lets you grind on him. He asks for a couple seconds to collect himself, breathing and trying not to bust in his pants over the sights and sensations of you riding his lap for nearly thirty minutes.
And he doesn’t complain once. In fact, it’s not until you stop, dropping your head to his shoulder, that he does much at all besides hold onto your hips and moan.
You whine miserably, “I need you.”
He just chuckles, the sound slightly strained. “Don’t pout, beautiful. I’m right here.”
You gently swat his hands away when he starts slipping his hands under your shirt. “We can’t.”
“What do you mean, we can’t?”
“We’re gonna make a mess!”
“Is that what you’re worried about?” He chuckles, hands coming to grip your hips and start guiding your movement again. “Sweet girl, I'm not afraid to get messy.”
You start to whine when he sits up and shifts you off his lap, not wanting to lose the contact, but he just laughs at your attitude and gently nudges you off his hips. He stands, adjusting himself to try and get comfortable for a second with how fucking hard he is from your teasing. Then he walks to the bathroom, returning with a dark towel and a mischievous grin on his face.
“Satoru,” you warn quietly as he lays down the towel.
He leans in, hands flat on the bed as he puts his face near yours. He examines the look in your eyes, the slight unrest. “You trust me, pretty girl? Trust me to make you feel good?”
“Of course, I just…”
He waits for you to continue. When you don’t, he says, “I won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
“I know.” You sigh, looking at him nervously. “Promise it’s not gross?”
He grins again. “Of course it’s not gross. Now lay down.”
You do, still a little apprehensive, but encouraged by his apparent unwavering desire for you. You rest your hips onto the towel he put down, centering yourself on it, and then Satoru is undressing you, pulling off your baggy shirt and leggings. He’s gentle, patient, but you can see his perfect cock straining against his pants as he tugs at your clothes. He leaves you in your underwear just long enough to ask you if you’re alright, and when you nod, he dips his fingers into the waistband and pulls them down your legs.
You lift your hips, flushed slightly in embarrassment.
He shushes you gently, hand gripping and kneading your thigh as he removes your panties. “It’s alright. Just relax. I’ve got you.”
Then he reaches between your legs, and you can’t believe how erotic it is to watch him pull out your tampon and replace it with his fingers.
You’re soaked; your earlier grinding and making out has you swollen and dripping, and his fingers slide right in, and you’re already clamping down around him as you writhe on the bed.
Satoru just grins and leans over you. “Feel good, pretty girl?”
You can only nod, your head tilting back against the pillows. You close your eyes, lost in how sensitive you are, and so you don’t even see it when he dips down and takes a taste.
Your eyes fly open in surprise, and you gasp, head coming back up so you can look at him. He’s watching you back, bright blue eyes locked on yours as his tongue flicks your clit, rubbing exactly how he knows you like it.
You can’t believe he’s doing this, can’t believe he has his mouth on you when you’re bleeding. The sight, the thought, is so incredibly hot, and your fingers come down to thread through his hair, your body arching up into his face.
Satoru hides his grin between your thighs and continues to lick and suck your clit.
Then he removes his fingers from you, covered in a sinful mix of arousal and blood, and licks a long, slow stripe up the length of your cunt.
You gasp again in disbelief as he tastes you, tastes your blood , and you’re even more shocked when he groans and nuzzles closer, tongue diving inside of you to taste more.
“I should do this more often,” he says, face muffled by your folds as he eats you out. “Why haven’t you asked me to do this before?”
You can’t answer, too turned on by the sight of him between your thighs, by the sensation of his tongue between your puffy lower lips. You moan, head tilting back against the pillows, lost in the pleasure he’s giving you.
When you cum on his face, your fingers knot in his hair, and he groans again as he licks you through it.
He pulls away, wiping his mouth on your inner thigh, smearing clear slick and red blood there as he tugs you closer, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside. Then he shoves his pants down his legs, discarding them in the same manner.
He kisses you, hot and messy. Making you taste yourself on his mouth. “So fucking good,” he moans against your lips. And then he pushes himself inside you, and he slots inside perfectly, your sopping wet pussy giving no resistance.
You both moan into each other as he starts fucking you.
“Feel good, baby?” he asks, voice rough as he kisses down your neck, nipping and licking.
You nod, arching your back up into him. “Oh, yes, Satoru.”
“You gonna let me do this from now on?”
You nod again, this time emphatically. “Every time– oh, fuck – every time.”
He grins, thrusting into you. “Good. I’m gonna hold you to that, pretty girl.”
thanks for reading! -luna xx
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