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NEW LIFE : GOJO SATORU & GETO SUGURU

Chapter 3 - Fears and Fun

Synopsis: When you are thrust into a new life of motherhood you find yourself overwhelmed.

Warnings: Angst (with comfort), fluff, satosugu x reader

Part 1 Part 2 >Part 3<

You laid on the closet floor, holding him in your arms, drying his tears.

You laid there for heavens knows how long.

Laid there until you found yourself roused from sleep by your alarm.

It rang, singing a repetitive blaring tune over and over again. Quietly you groan, body shifting as you snuck a hand out from beneath the sheets, going through the familiar motions of shutting off your alarm, fingers smacking your phone screen until the song lay itself to rest. With a sigh you rest your head back down and you realize suddenly, this wasn't where you had fallen asleep.

Slowly you let out a breath, opening your bleary eyes before you catch sight of a tuft of white hair. "Hmm," you grumble, processing your surroundings. The room is dim, your still clicked on phone screen casting a pale light on the walls. You don't remember how you got here, don't remember how you fell asleep. But here you were cocooned in the familiar sheets.

Satoru's face is smushed against a pillow, lips lightly parted as he snores softly. Tilting up slightly you realize your head is on Suguru's chest, his heart thrumming a soft lull beneath your ear. 

Your world feels lightly flipped, suspended in between a trance of sleep and wake as your magnetic mattress pulled you down, comforting warmth flickering beneath your aching bones as you heard the far off sound of passing cars. How did you get here, you question again, no trace of the moment you surrendered yourself to sleep lingering in your mind, no memory of travelling to the bed in your brain. Yet here you are tucked beneath covers with your two lovers. Wiggling your toes to try and dispel the curse of fatigue weighing on you, you realize that your leg is flipped over Suguru's torso, resting on Satoru's thigh who lay on the other side of the man.

Your back aches as your push yourself up. You fell asleep on your stomach, Suguru was in the middle, coddled between you and Satoru. Slowly you retrieve your travelled limbs, moving gently as to not wake them. 

They look so peaceful. Satoru's pale face relaxed, his unnervingly long lashes fluttered closed. You honestly don't want to believe you argued with him. You can't believe you were able to argue with him. His words echoed in your ears. He had said you were weak with such confidence if felt real. He said that you shouldn't have been touched in a fight, that you should've been able to come out unscathed. You reach out, fingers barely brushing his cheek. He was trying to say he didn't like seeing you hurt, he was trying to say that you shouldn't overwork yourself. You knew that and you trace down the apple of his face. Your argument felt silly now, sillier since you didn't even get to apologize.

His face twitches, you pull back.

Slipping the blanket from your body you sat at the edge of the bed, sitting up, taking in deep breaths as the warmth floated from your figure. Pressing your feet to the floor you shudder at the cold hardwood, but you stand anyways. Limbs sore, head heavy, you grab your phone and trudged to the bathroom. 

He watched you go, you seemed to sit so far away as your back faced him, shoulders slumped. He stared as you sat for a few beats before padding off, the click of the light switch, a twist of a lock, the swish of the sink turning on. 

Satoru Gojo didn't know how to feel when he opened the closet door and found the two of you passed out on the ground, didn't know whether to laugh or feel bad as he found you basically sprawled out on top of Suguru. Your head was on his chest, your hands raised up, cupping his face, however your legs were curled like a monkey, one straight down as the other bent at the knee. Suguru was just on his back, both of his hands on your waist as though you'd roll off. 

To put it simply, he looked composed and you looked feral. It was funny, but the sight of your puffy eyes had a spider of guilt forming a web between his ribs. He blinked, staring at the rumpled sheets where you lay moments ago, listening to the clatter of porcelain in the room close to him. 

He didn't know what happened but all he could think was that he played a role. 

He pretends to sleep, shutting his eyes as you shuffle back into the room, shrugging off your clothes, fabric scraping the floor as you slip into your uniform. He can smell the faint scent of your perfume, the sound of it spritzing, once, twice, before you are leaving through the door.

You are quiet, mindful as the door creaks open slowly. He barely hears it, but he catches your whispered, "I love you, I'll be back soon," and you're gone, the muffled noise of clattering shoes before your key clicks in the lock. 

The day moved on, shifting from the ungodly hours of morning when you left, to more manageable times as he got the children ready for school, tying pigtails with pink rubber bands  and filling up water bottles before sending them off. He kissed Suguru goodbye before leaving for his own in mission in the afternoon while Suguru went off to pick up the twins from their half day, grabbing them early so he could take them to Shoko for some final check ups. 

The clock continued to tick, the empty home filling with two bodies as the first to come home were the Fushiguro siblings, Tsumiki using her own house key to push open the door, padding inside, urging Megumi to wash his hands before they grabbed their afterschool snack waiting in the fridge.

Minutes continued to pass as they sat in the living room, plates on the coffee table, bodies sprawled comfortably on the floor as they watched the cartoon flash bright colours. It was serene, the sun slowly growing dim as clouds clustered and they thought nothing of it as droplets began to pitter down onto the glass of the windows.

They preoccupied themselves as the clouds blocked the sun, forcing them to draw the blinds and flip on the lights. The TV still played one of their shared favourite shows but their attention was spread. Tsumiki sat on the couch, blanket wrapped over her shoulders, legs curled close as she doodled with her crayons while Megumi sat on the floor right in front of the coffee table, stacking a tower of bricks in an intricate structure. 

The pitter patter escalated, transforming into a rhythmic drumming that threatened to drown out the cartoon's already loud soundtrack that Tsumiki clicked up every so often, struggling to hear the sounds as the cozy afternoon morphed into a low, almost imperceptible unease. Tsumiki, who could usually get lost in the swirling colours of her drawings, paused, her crayon hovering close over the page as her eyes flickered about the room, staring at the blind covered window, the steady thunking of rain against glass causing her to tug the blanket tighter. 

Megumi seemed to catch her actions quickly, eyes lifting from his blocks, steady fingers pulling away as he followed her gaze, a little frown tugging at his lips. "Tsumiki," he started softly, grabbing her attention as he turned around to face her.

"Mhm," she nodded, that smile that never seemed to reach her eyes gracing her face, Megumi had never seen her cry much.

"Is it supposed to rain this much?" he questioned before returning to his tower, brows furrowing in concentration to try and distract himself from the nerves that seemed to grow with the roaring winds outside, carefully placing a small red block on it's side.

"I-" she paused letting out a sigh and he could feel her eyes on him but he didn't return her gaze, much too busy attempting to preoccupy himself. "I don't know," she mumbled "maybe," she shrugged, but the way she let out a fretful sigh had Megumi guessing the indifference she tried to display was wavering. 

He himself tried to remain unbothered, after all rain was just rain, something common, something boring. But even though he was forcing himself to settle, the rain just didn't relent. It hammered down with an increasing ferocity of a beast scorned, slamming like nails against the tiles of the roof, and a slow concern at the possibility that the glass could somehow shatter beneath the pressure of the howling wind tightened in his gut.

People who said rainstorms were calming were stupid, he thought, and he couldn't stop his anxiety from peaking the louder the downpour grew. Maybe it just sounded worse than it was, he wanted to ration, standing up from where he sat on the floor near the coffee table, pushing himself to stand as he padded closer to the window, sock clad feet hesitant as he rose to his tip toes, lightly lifting the blind when a sudden flash struck before him.

A pure white illuminated his face as it encompassed his vision, a low growl burrowing beneath his ear canals. "Tsumiki!" he yelped, head whipping towards her as he let the curtains fall shut once more, spooked.

Already on her feet Tsumiki grabbed him by the shoulders, tugging him back from the glass, her grip tight as her fingers dug into his skin, abandoning her papers on the sofa. "Maybe we should call Gojo or something," she suggested, voice tight with anxiety.

"Um," he murmured still staring at the now covered window, he could feel the whisps of fear begin to rise . Swallowing down his unease he shook his head, snapping himself out of it. "H-He's probably busy," he grumbled, "besides, it- it's just a storm. We'll be fine" he tried to reassure when a second clap of thunder shook the house, his blocks fell to the floor with a clatter, a door at the end of the hall slamming shut with anger. 

He could feel the vibrations of the storm slither beneath the floorboards. "Megum-" and before she could finish the speakers of the television fizzled, hissing with radio static for a breath before the joyous cartoon music returned. 

"We'll be fine," he mumbled again, eyes darting across the room and Tsumiki gently pulled him in for a hug, slowly pushing the two of them closer to the couch. 

"Yeah," she nodded in agreement until abruptly the room plunged into a darkness, the TV screen painting the furniture with a pink glow before dying soon after. "It's just a storm," she whimpered, holding him tight as the world around them fell to black. "I mean, l-look on the bright side," she attempted a laugh, "maybe we'll get a really good puddle to jump in tomorrow!"

"Tsumiki," he huffed clutching at her shirt, his fear now transparent and she bit her lip, staring at her younger brother. What to do, she panicked, what to do. 

Ripping the blanket from the couch she guided the two of them to the kitchen, running to the counter to pick up the phone that lay there before rushing to the dining room table, slowly pushing a chair to the side before crawling beneath the furniture. "Come here," she reached out her hand and Megumi clambered in behind her, pulling the chair back into place like a make shift wall. 

The tiles were cold against their knees but Tsumiki tugged the fuzzy fabric in her hands over their heads, covering their view of the world outside as they huddled close together. "It'll be fine," she comforted but Megumi wasn't sure whether the words were for him or herself as her fingers found his tightly, patting his hand. "Let's call, we can call," she thought for a moment, going through the only contacts she knew before the device sprung to life beneath her fingers itself, causing her and her younger brother to flinch.

She was quick to respond despite the scare, clicking the accept before pressing it to her ear, letting Megumi lean his head onto the back of the phone, both of them listening closely to the voice. "Hey you guys are home right," it was Geto they recognized.

"Yes," she responded.

"Are you guys okay, the rain is really coming down huh," his voice came out light, a type of airy that loosened their tightened muscles, "did the power go out over there?"

"We- We are fine," and she glances at Megumi, "the lights turned off."

"Mmm," he hums in thought and Tsumiki can hear the faint sounds of Mimiko and Nanako in the background, voices far too muffled to make out their words. "You two take care of each other okay, (Y/N) and Satoru will be back home soon so don't worry alri-" and a loud crash booms outside and the line crackles, "ri-i-igh-ght..." and it falls silent.

Their cocoon is quiet, the phone in their hands slowly beeping. "Uhm," and Tsumiki's voice wobbles, her lower lip beginning to shake as she finds Megumi's gaze, his fingers winding the blanket tight in his fist as he pulls it closer over their heads. "I-It'll be fi-" she squeaks as a roar of thunder booms.

An inching bug of dread wormed it's way beneath their skin. Then a quiet sniffle, and then a muffled sob and Tsumiki feels the tears brim in her eyes as she watches in sync, Megumi's eyes fill as well, and she pulls him close. 

"I'm scared," she whimpers, resting her chin on his head as a droplet falls down her cheek, flinching as the wind howled a taunting tune. 

They held each other tight, frightfully listening to the world outside fall to the tatters of the weather.

"Tsu...ki....Meg..u," and they heard a far off voice, boisterous clattering drowning out the sound as they felt heavy footfalls shake the floor beneath them, the creak of the front door closing loud as steps hurried down the hall. "Are you home!" it called again, louder, closer and they recognized it, the voice that remained unheard throughout the day, the voice that spoke softly and slowly to them whenever it made it's presence known, the voice that Megumi could recall being full of rage and kindness all in the same day.

"Are you guys here!" you shouted again, flinging open their bedroom doors only to find nothing, your hair was damp, clinging to your cheeks and yet you couldn't be bothered to brush it away as you stumbled into the living room, the only light peeking in a small beam from your phone, casting a glow on the fallen tower of bricks and disarrayed crayons. "Megumi, Tsumiki!" you shout, eyes scanning the vicinity and from your call, behind the roaring winds, you make out a stifled sob. A sob that tugs at your heart and you follow the sound, eyes roving the kitchen before you notice the blob beneath the dining table, huddled close together.

"Megumi? Tsumiki?" you try again, voice less frantic as you pull away one of the chair to crouch down in front of them, ignoring the cold tiles biting into your cut knees as you peek under the table, "are you under there?" and you hesitantly grab at the blanket, lifting it slowly.

Two pairs of wide, tear filled eyes stare back at you, irises shaking, bodies close like frightened animals, a palpable fear radiating from their figures.

"Hey," you whisper, at a loss for all other words as you hold the blanket up, merely staring into their shaken gaze. "What's going on? Why, Why are you under here?" you question and a pang of stupidity lurches as you quickly formulate your own answer.

Tsumiki's lower lip trembles as she looks at you and you pause, fingers flexing as you wondered whether to reach out. "The storm..." she croaks, "the, the power went out... and...and," she's stumbling over her words, her breath hitching as she spoke and you watch her lips pull into a pout as she fights back a sob "and, and."

"Take your time," you murmur, carefully pulling the blanket from their heads, cringing as you felt it dampen beneath your wet palms but you continue to drape it around their shoulders regardless. 

"Geto called," Megumi continues for her, "but then the line cut off..." he trails, staring at the detached bluetooth landline that lay discarded on the floor.

"Ah," you nod in acknowledgement, "one of the cell towers must've gotten messed up," and you quickly realize those were some of the worst words you probably could've said as they flinched in worry. "B-But it's fine," you attempt to recover, "well, uh" and you glance around "uhm how about," and you find yourself stumped, what the hell were you supposed to do. 

If only Geto were here, if only Gojo were here then maybe, maybe they could handle this, and you bit your lip, fingers curling into fists before shaking your head, no, you could do this, you had to do this, you shouldn't keep on pushing this responsibility onto them. After all you were the one who decided to stay. 

You notice as Megumi clings to her, his small body trembling and his fear seems strange, even when he punched that boy and was brought to the principal's office he didn't exhibit any sign of wariness, yet now...and you suddenly understand.

He doesn't say anything, but his eyes say it all. They're not just scared of the storm, they're scared of being alone in this still unfamiliar house. 

You settle your cell phone on the floor, placing the screen to the tiles as you let the flashlight illuminate the alcove created by the table and you crawl further beneath the wood, scootching in beside them. 

"It's okay," you nod, curling your knees to your chest as you glace at them with a lopsided grin, "I'm here now, and Satoru will be coming soon too," you assured "we're safe," you state with finality, reaching hesitant hands to ruffle the hair on their heads, joying in the way they leaned to your touch. 

"You're gonna get my hair all wet," Megumi scoffs suddenly and your eyes widen a fraction, shocked, before you puff out a laugh.

"Oh, right," you snicker and you pull away, "I'll go get quickly changed and then..." you crawl out from the furniture pushing to stand as you glanced around the kitchen, eyes drawn to the cabinet above the sink, "how about we play with some glowsticks, huh?"

"Glow....sticks," and you can tell you've got Tsumiki hooked, and you nod.

"Just let me dry off, give me a sec," and you move to pad off but hear stumbling bodies trail after you and you send a peek back, watching as they clambered out to follow, their hands interlaced and they watched you hesitantly, right, they probably didn't want to be left alone even if for a few moments.

Pursing your lips you flick your chin, urging them to follow as you walk to your room, lighting the way with your phone's flash as you pushed open the door, quietly gesturing for them to hop on your bed as you moved for the bathroom, drying off your hands quickly before grabbing a random set of clothes from the closet. 

You keep your phone on your nightstand, letting them feel the comfort of the illumination as you entered the dark bathroom. Shutting the door before shrugging off your soaked uniform, fabric clinging to your agitated skin, practically peeling from your body before falling with a wet slap. 

You are fast with your movements, rubbing the fibers of the towel over your flesh, ignoring the way it stung when you pressed too hard on your bruises as you hung it back up before slipping into a new outfit, fleece warm against your skin as you realize you had unintentionally plucked one of Satoru's hoodies. 

The scent filled you with equal parts relief and dread, the echoing words of your unresolved fight still resonating as you attempted to hang your clothes atop the glass of the shower to dry before quickly exiting. 

As you emerged you noticed the way Tsumiki's fingers danced in front of your phone lens, the big glowing circle on the ceiling painted by the flashlight accompanied by a dainty looking dog shadow puppet, it's mouth slowly moving open and shut as it pranced from side to side. 

You grinned at the way Megumi's own mouth fell open, awed. 

"Alright, let's get those glowsticks!" you announce, capturing their attention as they move to sit straight up, seemingly excited and yet their intense gaze made you momentarily self-conscious, a careful worry creaking beneath your weary bones but you plastered on your best smile, hoping it looked genuine enough for their keen eyes. 

You found yourself as a mother goose in a game of follow the leader as your two little ducklings trailed behind, tracing your steps with their tiny feet as you brought them to the kitchen, quickly grabbing at a black box. 

You crouched to their level, pulling open the cardboard, "take some," you instruct with what you hoped was an encouraging expression and Tsumiki was first, latching onto the plastic.

She observed it for a beat before glancing at you expectingly, "you have to crack it," you explain, offering an open hand to show her and she placed it in your palm, watching the way you snapped the item, twisting it until the expanse buzzed with a radioactive neon pink light, washing her face in a blush glow as she gaped at it, clearly amused. 

"Here Megumi," and you break one for him as well, noticing as he jumped in surprise at the new colour, a cool blue painting his palms as he grabbed at it. 

The kitchen soon became a sea of pigment, handing out stick after stick, pulling a few into circles with connectors, placing them around their necks and wrists, grinning as they shook their limbs around, watching the after effect of the glow trace the air around them. 

The magical lights chased away the eerie shadows and you laughed at their jubilated faces, giggles overwhelming the sound of rain.

"Wow," Tsumiki breathed, captivated, twirling her little chemical wand around, creating swirling patterns as she ooed and awed. The luminescence seemed to have a similar effect on young Megumi, a small smile playing on his lips as he stared at the blue toy, standing still as you clasped a little green glowstick necklace around his neck.

Relief washed over you, light chasing away your own fears as you watched a childish wonder overtake their features and you are quick to flicker off the light from your phone, letting the glowsticks illuminate your home. 

"(L-L/N)," Tsumiki quietly calls up to you, and you hum, slightly taken aback with the formal usage of your last name, "come here," she waves and you squat down, grinning at her as she prances up to you. 

You waited as she giggled before snapping your very own necklace onto you, a light red flashing off your skin. 

"There, now you match!" she chirped, stepping back to admire her work with a smile. Oh, you thought, feeling a pang split in your chest. This was.... strange, was the only thing you could think, befuddled by the strange emotion that overtook you. 

"You're like a dragon," Megumi suddenly pipes, and you flash him a devious smirk, a snicker bubbling from your lips.

"Oh yeah," you sigh, rising to your full height before raising your hands, grinning wickedly and you watch as he takes a wary step back, "and what does a dragon do?" you cackle, a clearly villainous look crossing your features, evil gaze only further pushed by the deep red glow that painted your expression. Megumi shrank away a little, clearly regretting his word choice as you took a step closer, watching his frantic eyes dart around for an escape route. 

Tsumiki, however, clearly amused by his discomfort, giggled, "they breathe fire!" she exclaimed, raising her pink wand higher.

"That's right," you laugh and you lunge forward, relishing in the way he jumps before taking off, scrambling to get away from you.

"W-What are you doing!" he shrieks, darting out from your grip.

"What do you mean, I'm an evil dragon aren't I," you snicker, emboldened as you corner him.

"Megumi you gotta fight back," Tsumiki huffs, running over to stand in front of him, raising a protective hand, the other pointed at you with her glowstick as though she was readying a sword. "If you want him you've gotta get through me first," she declares.

She holds steady her small frame standing like a tall defiant beacon of pink light. "Oh ho~," you scoff in your best evil snicker, "my, my a valiant knight has arrived to defend the helpless prince!" you exclaim, throwing your hands up in mock surrender.

Tsumiki puffed out her chest, pink glowstick sword unwavering. "I'm not a knight," she declared with furrowed brows, "I'm a magical girl!" and she suddenly struck a pose that you swear you've seen on tv.

"Oh," you smile "my mistake," you teased, playing along. "My deepest apologies, valiant magical girl," and you make a show out of bowing.

"That's right," she huffs, "now for my special attack," and her eyes narrow as she yanks apart her glowstick bracelet, now duel wielding her weapons as she took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment, concentrating.

Then with a dramatic flourish, and a wave of her hands, she threw both sticks at you and shouted, "Sparkle Blast!"

You gape for a second and despite yourself, you couldn't help but burst out laughing as they hit your stomach before falling to the floor with a clatter. You stare at them for a moment, biting your lip to keep back more laughter as you dramatically throw yourself to the floor. "I-It's very effective, I've b-been defeated," you say between laughs, and you watch as a blush begins to creep on her cheeks and you feel slightly bad, but you still can't stop your amusement. "Your sparkle blast is far too powerful," you let out an over the top sigh, raising one hand to the sky as though the heavens were calling for you. 

"Really?" she gasps, almost surprised, "wait no I-  I mean that's right, it...it," she pauses, "it overwhelms the enemy with sparkly goodness," she points an accusatory finger at you, as though explaining the reason for your glitter induced injuries that have left you fallen. 

Megumi tentatively stepped forward, clutching his blue glowstick for dear life as he peaked from around his sister, staring at her triumphant grin as she rested haughty fists on her hips. "Did you really win?" he asked in disbelief, staring at your collapsed body with apprehension.

"Of course, I did!" she whirls on her heel to face him, puffing out her chest yet again. "Magical girls always win!" and you giggle at her declaration.

Megumi stares at you once more, furrowing his brows as his wary eyes slowly transformed into a look of exasperation. "You're so stupid," he mutters, though a smile smile tugs at the corner of his lips and this time you can't help the hearty laugh that has you choking on your spit, pushing yourself back up to sit. 

"Hey!" you protest with a whine, reaching out your foot to nudge him playfully and he shrank away, swatting at you with his blue glowstick. 

"Well," you sigh, straightening up as you abandon you role as a villain, glancing down at the two now ecstatic children. "I guess that means the evil dragon in going to have to find something else to do if she's not allowed to terrorize you guys," you sigh wistfully, as though you were disheartened by that fact. 

"Can we build a fort," comes Tsumiki's excited voice, all lingering thoughts of fear exterminated as she beamed up at you with bright brown eyes.

"Yeah," you nod, attempting to mirror her glee, "we can."

"With blankets and pillows and, and everything!" she bounced on her heels, "like a super secret, glowstick fort of, of awesomeness?!" and her lips curled even more. You weren't used to this. You weren't used to this type of pure, unfiltered joy. You stumbled for a moment, flailing for the right words, none of the children had yet to smile at you so excitedly. None of them seemed eager to spend time with you.

Perhaps that was your fault though. "A super secret, glowstick fort of awesomeness is exactly what we need," you parrot amplifying her enthusiasm. You were exhausted, your limbs wept for relief, brain begging for a time out, you weren't even sure if you were handling this properly, but as you glanced at Megumi, still holding his blue stick, saying "What do you say Megumi? In or out?" with a grin you realize it, it didn't matter how tired you were, right now these kids needed a dragon, a wizard, a fool who'd distract them from the creeping shadows and battering rain. 

You might not be Gojo, you might not be Geto, you might not be the best parent in the world, but you could still try to be better, you could still learn. You were horrible at this new job, but that didn't mean you had the option to quit.

"I'm in..." he mumbled, glancing between you and his sister, "but no dragons allowed."

"Hey! I've reformed," you protested, feigning offence. "I've had character development," you slap a hand to your chest, you wouldn't quit, not when they laughed at your words, not when you've finally made some progress.

Rest be damned, you could sleep when you were dead, right now it was time for you to make a fort of awesomeness. 

"Also not to mention dragons know all the best fort building secrets," you wave your hands, "I know the best pillow placement for structural integrity and the optimal angle for blanket draping," you flaunt, "I was even certified by OSHA."

"What's an OSHA," Megumi grumbles under his breath, still unconvinced but didn't argue as he spun away from you to let his sister tug him along. 

"We need to get the good blankets," she huffed prancing down the hall to the linen closet. You followed eagerly behind when Megumi slowed a little to stand next to you.

"You're able to beat up an old man but can't even take down a magical girl," he sends you a pointed glare and you startle, eyes widening a fraction before you let out an airy laugh, reaching down to ruffle his hair.

"Obviously, your principal was ugly and mean but magical girls are cute, and nice, how am I supposed to fight against glitter and kindness," you state as though it's a well known fact and he shakes his head. "But for the record I'm supposed to say when I hit him I made a mistake, you should never hurt people," and he snorts at your words as you pull open the closet door.

Carefully you helped them drag blankets and different sheets, grabbing pillows from the couch before slowly transforming the living room.

Blankets hung over furniture, chairs pulled from the dining room to build supports, thick pillows stacked high thanks to your strategic placement and couch cushions propped for walls. 

Tsumiki meticulously arranged the glowsticks, ensuring an even multi-coloured light distribution throughout your constructed alcove as she instructed Megumi to tie some thread to the sticks, taping the ends to the fabric roof to create a neon night sky of chemical chandeliers.  

Rolling out a spare futon you installed your very own comfortable flooring. "Wow," Tsumiki smiled, laying down onto her back, star fishing as she created an invisible snow angel. "This is so cool," she giggled, kicking her feet lightly. 

"This is...nice," Megumi mused as Tsumiki urged him inside, patting the space next to her to sit. You climbed in after them, taking in the cozy little space you built together. A warmth ebbed at your frigid fingertips. They were happy. "Uhm, (L-L/N)," Megumi's voice piqued, a little hesitant.

"Yeah," you turn to him "and you guys don't have to call me (L/N), you know that right," and he nods in acknowledgement before continuing.

"Can we do shadow puppets," he asked eyes darting to the phone that rested in your pocket.

"For sure!" you nod, quickly grabbing the device and flickering on the light, angling it so the light hit one of the walls outside your fort and Tsumiki was fast to crawl over, hands curling into a peace sign in front of the illumination.

"Look it's a bunny," she mused, bouncing her hand up and down, the shadow mimicking her actions. Megumi watched, captivated by the picture before Tsumiki took his hand and forced it into the same position. "Look they're friends," she smiled, flexing her fingers to make her rabbits ears twitch. 

"Mhm," you hummed, curling your legs close as you watched them play, before you heard a small yelp. Jolting to sit straighter you look out at the puppet show, spotting a third suddenly on the wall, a little wolf.

"You better run quick or I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house down," a low voice grumbled and you recognized it instantly as you watched the shadow animal snap its mouth open and shut, pretending to gnaw on one of the rabbit's ear. 

Carefully you tried to peek out from the forts entrance watching as he neared the opening, plopping right outside the wall where Tsumiki sat, moving his shadowy wolf around the scene, pretending to howl in pain as Megumi's bunny began to throw left and right hooks and you couldn't help the snort you let out when Satoru full on shrieked when Megumi reached to grab his hand, his rabbit body slamming the poor animal. 

"Whoa, whoa! Time out! Time out!" he yelped, his wolf freezing as it lay dead on the canvas of light floor as Megumi's bunny sat on it's chest, victorious. Tsumiki's giggles grew infectious and you couldn't help but join in her laughter. "I just got here and my poor widdle wolfie is already getting beat up!" he cooed, shaking his head and he dramatically sighed as Tsumiki's rabbit joined her brother on dancing atop Gojo's grave. "Hey, (Y/N) are you gonna let these mangy little bunnies bully my majestic predator," he whines, peaking a head back to look at you, his lower lip jutted out in a pout.

"Aww what's wrong Satoru, has the strongest finally been defeated," you muse, watching as his pout grew.

"They're bullies," he huffed and you snickered.

"They're defending themselves as far as I'm concerned," you waved a dismissive hand. "Besides, last time I checked wolves eat rabbits, not the other way around, and you crack a laugh at the way Megumi WWE elbows slams the wolf with his shadow's ears. 

"Details, details," Satoru shook his head as his wolf shuddered in pain. "The point is, my wolf needs some backup!" he cried and you sighed.

"Fine," you grumbled with ill hidden amusement, pulling up to sit next to Megumi, sending a glance to Satoru before a conspiratory grin alights your face. "What should I be?" you whisper to Megumi, eyes flickering to where Satoru remained focused on creating the appropriate amount of angst in attempts to drive pity from Tsumiki's rabbit that continued to slap him. 

Megumi tilted his head in thought for a moment. "A turtle?" he poses and you furrow your brows in confusion, staring at your hands.

"How am I supposed to make a turtle," you wiggle your fingers.

"Like this," and suddenly you watch as his rabbit morphs. 

"Well aren't you just a puppet master," you shake your head, carefully mirroring that way both his hands curled to create a little turtle before he returned to his simple bunny. Man you thought for a beat, it'd be embarrassing if your hands cramped up as you stared at your misshapen blob, clearly not gathering the correct memo, but hey, it was the thought that counts. "He just has a turtle essence," you justify the moment you catch Megumi's judgmental stare. 

"Here comes the turtle!" you announce, your voice low and croaking, like master Oogway from Kung Fu Panda, your inspiration. "He's slow, he's steady," you begin inching the blob closer to the bunnies and you snicker at Satoru's sigh of relief.

"Oh finally some back up!" he cheers but your turtle's head, or what was supposed to be its head, whips back to Satoru's puppet, "and he's gonna bite your wolf butt!"

"Huh," Satoru gapes, staring at you with utter betrayal in his eyes as you lumber the animal onto the makeshift stage, moving with exaggerated slowness.

"Three against one, you're supposed to be my ally."

"Mmm," you pretend to ponder, "but I don't want to be," you grin, meandering your blob closer languidly, the speed a stark contrast to Megumi's jittering bunny who appears to be on a caffeine high.

"Leave me alone," he whimpered as Megumi's bunny launched yet another attack, your turtle providing moral support as it boogied back and forth, amorphous head peaking out to swat at the wolf every so often.

"Go Turtle go!" Tsumiki cheered, retracting her puppet as she clapped her hands. Satoru, of course, milked the drama for all it was worth, crying in desperation.

"This is unfair!" he sobbed, voice laced with faux outrage. "It's a turtle bunny conspiracy, the tortoise and the hare are supposed to be enemies," he pointed out in anger, bringing up the old fable.

"It's called the power of friendship Toru, we united over a similar goal," you snickered "destroying you!" and he shrieks. 

"I surrender, I surrender," he yells and Megumi's bunny lands one last hit before it disappears.

"We won," you cheer raising your palms to Megumi he slammed his back in a high five.

"We did," he nodded, it was a mumble but his lips were upturned in a giddy grin. Suddenly Satoru dramatically fell backward, landing with a soft thud on the floor outside the fort.

"You guys are the worst," he groaned, but the smile on his lips betrayed the feeling of annoyance he attempted to portray. "Now," he huffed "you cheaters should let me into your fort at the very least, considering you harassed me."

"Harassed," you gape, "isn't someone a sore loser," you snicker, moving aside as he crawls beneath the fabric tarp, long limbs compressing to fit in the tight space as he sat criss cross on the floor. 

"Not a loser," he defended, "you only won because you ganged up on me."

"I would've won on my own either way," Megumi scoffs, sticking his tongue out before swatting away the hand that attempted to ruffle his hair.

"It's okay Gojo, your wolf at least looked kinda cute," Tsumiki tried, comforting the lanky man as he smiled.

"See at least one person is on my side," and he tugs her into a hug, pressing their cheeks together as she laughed, his blue gaze sending you the nastiest stink eye. "My poor hands," he sighed as he let her go, staring at his fingers as though he himself had been attacked instead of a shadow. 

"Mhm you big baby," you tease, reaching over to playfully poke his cheek. "I didn't know all it took to defeat the strongest was to duel him with shadow puppets, I should start spreading the word to all the curses in the area."

"I'm serious, (Y/N)! That was intense," he insisted, holding up his hands for inspection. "I think I pulled a muscle... in...my finger?" and quietly hidden behind his second hand as to block curious gazes....he flips you off.

"Satoru!!" you shriek, swatting at his hand, busting out a laugh before he recoils from your apparently painful slap as he presses his hands to his chest. "Oh how will I deal with this pain," he slumped to the floor, resting one hand over his eyes like a princess about to faint. 

"Oh, get over yourself drama queen," you roll your eyes, but a smile tugs at your lips nonetheless. "Should I go get you a band-aid for your invisible boo-boos your highness"

"It looks like he needs a whole cast," Megumi snickers, eyes twinkling with mischief as he plays along.

Satoru feigns a gasp. "Cruel, all of you! I'm surrounded by monsters," he groans as he turned to the little girl next to him, "Tsumiki can you believe them."

"You're silly," she laughed at him and he dramatically sighed.

"Really there are so many people in this house and yet I don't have a single ally, what is a wounded man to do," he cries.

"Oh give it up Toru, what do you want me to do, kiss your ouchies away," you joke but he peeks at you from beneath his hand, a mischievous glint in his blue eyes. 

"Yes a kiss," he sighs and his fingers bend into the shape of a wolf once more, "only a true loves kiss can heal the pain inflicted onto me," and you snort.

"Are you saying my true love is a germy dog," you scoff, cringing away.

"I may not be your love, but you are mine," and he puppeteers the animal as though it was its own being, "this is the least you could do after murdering me in cold blood."

"If I murdered you why would you want to kiss me, huh you freak," and you poke at the so called wolf, pushing it away from you.

"Because I'm.." and he pauses, "I'm just weird like that," and that has you laughing and you let out a long sigh. 

"You're just weird like that," you echo with a chuckle, "well isn't that the understatement of the century," and you reach out to grab his wrists. "But I suppose I'll heal you," you shake your head, the glow of cracked glowsticks illuminating your vision as you leaned forward.

Your lips brushed gently across the tips of his fingers and as you pulled away, the world lit up. 

Blinking slowly you stare up through the fabric ceiling, "the power came back on," you gasp in disbelief, and a sudden soundtrack to some cartoon echoed from the speakers of the television. "You'll never defeat us!" a tiny high pitched voice emanated and Tsumiki sprung to her feet, "my magical girl show is on," she jumped, clambering out the fort before you even had a chance to say anything. "Megumi c'mon they're gonna transform," she squealed and the boy groaned, a long over the top suffering sigh, that he clearly learned from the taller man in front of you, before moving out from the fort. 

"That was quite the coincidence," you snort as you let go of his wrist, watching as the little puppet dispersed. 

"Coincidence," he mused, "I think your kisses are linked to global phenomena," he flatters, twirling an all too short piece of hair that failed to give the effect he's trying to convey as he bats his lashes. "Your medical assistance has already healed me and restored power to our home, think about it, a few more kisses and you could solve world hunger," he winks.

"Satoru," you roll your eyes, but your cheeks still warm. 

"I'm just saying, we could probably fix every problem, if you kiss me again you could probably fix the broken ice machine in the freezer," and he leans in closer.

"I'm not here to repair our house," you scoff but a mischievous smile tugs at your lips, "but if my kisses are so powerful, shouldn't I be charging by the peck?" you hum coyly. 

"What a steal," his smirk spreads, "I'm a pretty good tipper y'know," and he reaches to cup your face.

"Get out of here!" you laugh, chucking a pillow square into his face, "you weirdo," you laugh, moving out of the fort.

"I told you that just how I am," he calls after you. 

"Mhm," you hum as you check your phone, the flashing clock on the microwave proving to be unreliable as you watch the numbers begin to grow steeper into the evening. "Is there anything you want for dinner," you ask the two kids, barely managing to grab their attention from the television where a character sends off her special move. 

"Mac n cheese," Tsumiki just mumbles, eyes never leaving the screen.

"Got it," you nod, pointing an affirmative finger at her, "I like the confidence." 

Moving to the pantry you grab one of those boxes where all you had to do was sprinkle in the cheese powder with some milk and butter. Quick and easy, you think to yourself, that was a motto you learned your household tended to live by most of the time. 

Maneuvering around the tiles you grabbed a pot before placing it beneath the sink, letting water pour in before resting it upon a burner on the stovetop, waiting for it to boil. 

"You need some help," Satoru hums as he pulls in from behind you, resting his chin atop your scalp. 

"Nuh uh," you mumble, staring at the still water. This was how it was going to go, you suddenly realize, was this how all families became eventually, argue and don't talk about it, words left unspoken as instead of working it out you let time lick the wounds to nothing, pretending nothing had occurred.

You glance at him, should you bring it up, no, right? The two of you were fine now, no anger, no resentment, the fight was over, the heated emotions dissipated, so this means you should move on quietly, that there is somewhere an invisible sense of understanding and agreement that bloomed between the two of you.

Yeah, it was over now, it's fine. "Have you heard from Suguru," you ask, "oh and can you pass me that spoon," you add offhandedly, his body moving fluidly as he responded.

"Yeah, he called, him and the twins are still at school with Shoko," and he hands you the wooden utensil. 

"Did the rain..." and you wave your hands around, not quite sure what exactly to say, but your gestures seem to be enough.

"Nah they're fine, he said they are gonna crash in one of the dorm rooms for the night though, they'll be back by morning."

"That's good," you hum absentmindedly, ripping open the cardboard box before taking out the powder packet, dumping the macaroni noodles into the now boiling water, steam wafting up close to your face. 

The hammering droplets had lessened dramatically throughout the evening you acknowledge, listening to the rumble of the pot as you run your spoon throughout the expanse before tapping it on the rim, letting it rest on one of the handles. You can hear him shuffle before his back is leaning on the counter right next to the stove, he's trying to catch your gaze, you can tell, but you train it downward, pretending the way it simmered was some sort of exhilarating show.

He coughs a little, clearing his throat, his finger tapping the stone of the counter but you ignore it and then he speaks.

"I'm sorry."

Huh

"I shouldn't have spoken to you like that," and you barely spare him a glance, pressing a placating smile to your lips.

"It's fine," you parrot your earlier thoughts, attempting to dismiss it, "we've already dealt with it, no hard feelings."

"We haven't dealt with anything," he crosses his arms and you take note of how he's still in his uniform, but his glasses are folded away somewhere.

"But I'm not mad at you anymore, and you're not mad at me anymore...right?"

"I'm not mad but," he sighs, running a hand through his hair, fingers parting his locks, "that's not the point."

"What do you mean, it's over, we don't have to be upset about it."

"But we still have to talk about it," and you can tell he's growing frustrated, you weren't trying to annoy him, but you were and that made you feel your own sense of agitation. With him, with yourself, you couldn't tell.

He pushes off the counter, straightening his posture, his towering height suddenly more imposing as he stepped closer and you can't help the way you shift away, averting your gaze. "Talk about what," and the spoon clatters against the pot again as you pick it up to stir roughly, creating a whirlwind of orange elbows. "Huh, Satoru, that you were overreacting, that I was being sensitive?" and your words bite but you keep your tone low, conversation not one meant to be heard by ears meters away. "I don't care any more, I get it, you apologized now, so we can drop it," you squeeze your eyes shut, swaying ever so slightly on the heels of your feet.

"No," he says with a sense of finality, voice no longer containing its usual playful edge. "I don't want to just gloss it over with a sorry and move on."

"Why not," you shrug, "people do it all the time, it's easier," and you purse your lips. 

"But that doesn't mean what's easy is what's better," and you feel bad, he's trying to communicate, you know that, but the way your exhaustion crept back into your bones had you shuddering.

"But we're fine."

"No we're not," and you don't want to listen, you don't know why, but a part of you, somewhere deep inside, grew annoyed with him.

"Well I don't want to talk about it," you shrug and you bite your lip, why was this suddenly difficult. The two of you had argued so much in your time together, over even more serious matters. You were always able to get through it, be able to converse calmly, this broiling agitation never festered in you before, so why today. Were you just tired, overwhelmed, you weren't sure.

"Why not?" and his voice is soft, almost too soft, the ebbing sound of sadness causing you to recoil the slightest bit. 

"Because," you twitch, "it was a stupid fight, about nothing. I- I don't want to relive it again right now Satoru, so just drop it." Your lie hangs heavy in the air, thick as the steam rising from the pot, warm and smokey. You watch as he pauses, voice stopping but his hands reach up to turn on the hood vent, a gentle grumble pouring out as it sucked up the evaporating water. 

"No," he says again and you suddenly feel a desire to punch him.

Punch him, you clench your fists and hang your head low, why were you feeling like this, you've never felt like this, what the hell was wrong with you. This fight wasn't about nothing, it wasn't just about cruel words said in the heat of the moment, and Satoru seemed to know this, but you just didn't want to acknowledge it.

Sweep it under the rug, if you don't look at it, then it means it doesn't exists. You clench your eyes shut, taking in a steadying breath, there was no where to run. "You're still thinking about it," Satoru points out, his voice gentle but firm, "it's still bothering you."

"So," you murmur bitterly, "I'll get over it."

"(Y/N)" he pokes and you grimace at his tone "why won't you talk to me, what happened."

"Nothing," you spit too quick. 

 "Be honest with me," and he reaches out a hand.

"Satoru I told you to stop," and you shrug off his touch.

"And I told you I won't."

You swallow, that curse festered again and you tilt your head back the moment you feel your eyes sting, trying to make gravity keep them in your eyes. You've been crying too much lately. 

"What do you want me to say huh," you manage to choke out, "you clearly want a specific response." 

"I want to apologize."

"You're forgiven."

"No I'm not."

"Satoru," you hiss, and you snap your eyes to his, "I said it's fine."

"And I'm saying it's not."

"Well this has been a very progressive conversation," you grumble, pinching your brows as you manage to repeat the same things back to each other over and over again. "We're talking in circles."

"Just tell me what's bothering you," he sighs, head tilting to the side. "I was mean to you, I was cruel with my words but you haven't cussed me out like usual, you haven't fought me back, you haven't done anything," he speaks, a wash of exasperation on his face.

"So this is because you want me to swear at you."

"Yes... I mean no, what I mean is that something besides what I said is obviously getting to you," and you can feel your heart twisting.

"I just don't want to fight, is that so bad."

"We've already fought."

"That's why I'm saying we should just move on, we don't get that much time together these days anyways we shouldn't waste time on such trivial things like this, especially when neither of seem particularly hung up on it," you try to explain "or at least I assumed neither of us are hung up on it."

"Talking to each other about our problems isn't trivial," he points out tenderly, and he leans towards you, "having conversation matters."

"Then let's talk about literally anything else Satoru," and for some reason you find yourself crushing a sob threatening to leak from your lips deep into your body. 

"This conversation is important though," he shakes his head, "baby please don't try and run from me."

Running. You've been doing that a lot lately haven't you. Or at least you've tried to. You wanted to run from the both of them the day you found out what your new life would entail, in fact you did run, you had left them for hours, but you were drawn back like you always were. 

"I'm just scared..." and you begin to voice your rampaging thoughts, "things are, are changing," and you send a wayward glance to the two little bodies bouncing on the couch, far too preoccupied to notice your conversation. "Things are changing so fast and I can't keep up," you confess, "we haven't been able to hang out like we used to, ever since," and you pause, guilt gnawing for blaming little kids for your emotions, feeling ashamed for having such thoughts, but his hand runs up and down your arm, urging you, encouraging you to keep going.

"Everything is different, I don't have the same routine, the same house, we moved, so suddenly and I know you told me I didn't have to follow, but, but I wanted to, I wanted to be with you. But I dunno," and you kick your feet lightly. "I just keep finding myself wanting a break from nothing. It's not that I don't like them, at least I don't think it is. I mean I enjoy spending time with them, especially today but I think it all just happened too fast."

"I mean one day I'm going to cafes every weekend and now I'm heading to bed early because I'm scared of having to do a night time routine for a kid that I don't know how to do." 

"Do you feel trapped," he asks softly, gently, and you find yourself dismissing his words.

"No, no not at all," you weren't quite sure how to explain it, "it just feels like a lot, all at once."

He nods, slowly, his brain absorbing your words as he takes a moment to formulate his response. "It is a lot," he acknowledges, "this has been a massive change, and it happened really fast." 

"I understand that you want to be with me, us" he nods, "but that doesn't mean you aren't allowed to feel sad about what you've lost. You can still love them and feel like..." and his lips press in a thin line before he continues, "like you are grieving the life you had before."

The word grieving hung lowly over your head. Was that what is was, a type of grief. You had never considered that, a mourning of spontaneity, freedom and consistency. "It's okay to miss it all," and his hand is on your face, wiping a tear with the pad of your thumb that you never noticed escaped. "I miss it," and you crumble, for a second you sway, lip wobbling before you open your arms and he pulls you close. 

You sniffle, quietly, refusing to make over a decibel of sound. "I miss you," he murmurs and you can feel his lips on the crown of your head. "I've missed you so much, you're always gone when I wake up and seem like you're missing even when you're home," and you shudder in his embrace. 

"When I brought them home, I never really thought about what that'd mean, I could only think about how exciting it'd be that I forgot to think about what it'd mean for you, for us," he is squeezing you tight and you think back to the day he brought them home, texting you saying he was bringing a surprise. He had ran into your arms that day, grinning so brightly. 

"I promise we'll learn how to make this work, I promise we'll be able to have time together like we used to." 

You sway in his arms, "just remember that no one is going to do anything alone, no one has to do anything alone. You have me and Suguru, and we have you. We both... we both want to make this work, for them, for you....for us."

He reaches out, taking your face in his hands. "Take it in at your own pace, it doesn't matter how slow or how fast you need to go."

"We'll be here, we'll figure it out, okay, we'll spend time together," and he's cooing quietly "so don't try and shut me out alright, we'll have time to argue and fight and make up, we won't have to sacrifice apologies because we only want to have good moments together."

"I love you pretty girl," he murmurs as he cups your face, "so don't you worry about a thing, we'll figure it out together, we won't have to sacrifice a thing," he murmurs. "So," he grins "let me apologize my lovely, beautiful, stunning girlfriend who I will never talk like that to again lest I wish to send myself to a life of toilet scrubbing for the rest of my pitiful days."

You snort, he smiles brighter. The two of you were immature in your own ways, but that just meant you had to grow, and you were, together. 

You pull back, looking up at him and you push to your toes, leaning in and your lips meet, gentle, careful.

He relaxes into you, lips melding into a long awaited hug as he holds you, slowly he moves, unhurried, savouring the moment the two of you began to lack in your weeks of the divide that began to shift you away from one another. But you mend it, in this moment, you close the gap. 

You pull away reluctantly, lungs aching as you stare into his bright blue eyes.

"That one will make sure we can spend eternity together," you smile.

"And this one will make sure we can spend all the time after that together too," and he leans in again. 

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"Satoru the water!" 

[is-the-sky-blue]

NEW LIFE: GOJO SATORU & GETO SUGURU

Chapter 2 - Ripped Pages and Fraying Ropes

Synopsis: When you are thrust into a new life of motherhood you find yourself overwhelmed.

Warnings: Angst (with comfort), fluff, satosugu x reader, slightly ooc

Part 1 >Part 2< Part 3

It was moments like this that made you realize you were far too immature to be a parent.

 You both were...

People often describe their lives as novels, each milestone marking a new chapter in your life, and the path of parenthood, some would argue, created a whole new sequel, and yet you were flipping through the pages of your life, realizing your book was far too short, each chapter containing less and less as milestones were reached without warning. You weren't ready for a new chapter in life, let alone a whole new paperback to contain your story and yet it seems as though novel one was coming to a close, pages containing less than 18 chapters being bound and sealed, ready to be sent off to the publishers. 

You were a child, flipping through picture books with wooden pages because paper would rip in your grasp, unaware on how to control yourself, knowing you weren't to destroy, feeling bad about tearing it apart and yet you couldn't restrain yourself. You were a child whose wooden book was revoked far too early, given paper stories that fell to tatters in your grasp. You could acknowledge your wrongdoings and yet you didn't know how else to get by in the book.

You were a child, you realized, glaring as you stared up at Satoru, and suddenly you noticed that so was he. His fingers were shredding textbooks he shouldn't have been handed. This shouldn't have been an argument, words that could've been expressed kindly were shared in tones that unsettled you. He was concerned, you were aware, he was, in his own way, trying to share his worry and yet despite acknowledging his motives the words he spoke rendered his meaning pointless. 

"Look at you," Satoru scoffed, "you shouldn't be going on those types of missions if you are this weak," he was concerned you know that, he was trying to express worry in his own emotionally constipated way, but the pang of hurt in your chest still found its way into your heart. 

"Weak!" you huffed, furrowing your brows as you shrugged off the hand he had on your shoulder, "I won didn't I, I got out didn't I! What do you mean weak," you yelled, throwing your hands around exasperatedly, flailing as though your anger you leave your body through your fingertips. "I may not be the strongest," you mock, rolling the butt kissing title off your tongue with venom, "but I'm sure as hell not weak, oh high and mighty six eyes wielding Gojo," you spat, your fury only growing. You knew this was pointless, you knew you were being mean, the subtle shift of pain that spread across his face evidence of your crime but you couldn't seem to keep your emotions at bay.

"If you weren't weak then you wouldn't have gotten hurt," he seethed, the anger taking the spot of pain in his chest. "A strong sorcerer wouldn't have even gotten touched in a fight with such a low level curse, let alone come out looking like," he paused, biting his tongue, eyes narrowed "that," and he's gesturing at your body, waving at the few bruises and scratches littering your legs, pointing out the dried red blood that still painted your upper lip.

"Touched?" You laughed in shock, eyes wide, "you think it's normal to not even get touched in a fight against four second grade curses," you say exasperated, "that's absolutely absurd," you snicker, feeling tethers of your sanity slowly slipping, running your hands down your face as you stare at him. "I think you're forgetting not everyone has an infinity like you," and you point an accusatory finger at him. "Do you expect me to walk out unscathed like you?"

"Of course not, someone like you couldn't even come close to being as strong as me, especially when they are as slow and clumsy as, as you," he shouts, brows furrowed as he shook his clenched fists by his sides.

"You and your ego," you groan with a grimace, shaking your head dismissively and suddenly you feel a droplet land on your cheek and then another, and another and you can't help but look up, and you begin to laugh. "I guess I'm too weak to protect myself against the rain then too huh," you giggle hysterically, feelings cold rain fall down onto your head, watching as though a barrier protected his skin, uniform not dampening in the same manner as yours, "I must be too slow," you taunt with a grin and you could feel your fists shake, that familiar choking in your throat returning as your frustration began to meld with your sadness, a trait that you despised but you bit your lip, you wouldn't cry, wouldn't let yourself. You were feeling anger, you reminded, you shouldn't be sad.

"That's not what I meant and you know that," he huffs his rage waning as the weight of his words caught up with him.

"Do I really know though," and you tilt your head to the side, tapping an innocent finger to your chin, feeling your lungs tense, "since I'm so weak I must be stupid too, thinking that it's impossible not to get hurt when fighting, I must be an idiot for getting punched when battling a curse," and you throw his words back at him, watching his jaw clench, that suffocating feeling growing stronger as you tried to restrain your tears from mingling with your anger, you didn't want to fall apart into sobs, you didn't want your yells to be strangled by the tears that always arose whenever you grew too mad. 

Your frustration was always paired with sadness, an inseparable duo. "Oh and I must be so weak that I can't even fight off my tears when I'm mad huh," you choke out, feeling a tear slide down, one that you knew he caught as his face fell, and his hand rose but you stepped away.

"(Y/N)," he whispers.

"Gojo," you hiss, and he flinches as though the sound of his family name hurt him, but you spin on your heel, the stinging in your eyes would only make him think of you as weaker, and you stomped off, leaving him to stand in the rain while you trudged up the steps onto your porch. 

You knew you were being cruel, he had waited for you to come home, sitting outside on the steps to welcome you back when he had noticed your injuries. He wasn't trying to come off as rude as he did, the words of, are you okay, what happened, and I'm worried, not being able to come off his tongue, the emotions he tried to express leaving his mouth in a tone far from pleasant to your tired ears. 

You had just fought four second grade curses, on your own, you were tired and fed up.

This should've been a nice moment, a moment where you came home and he ran into your arms to greet you, a moment where he could've taken you inside to apply ointment to your wounds before helping you get ready to rest.

He knew that, that's what he wanted, he didn't want you to come home and cry, and yet he was far too immature to express himself the way he wanted, and what's worse is that he knew if Suguru were here he would've been able to welcome you with the ease and love he lacked. He was able to flip through pages with ease

It was an argument that lasted without apology, a fight that had you entering your house and rushing to the shower without chance for anyone to yell welcome home to you.

It was beneath that water that you urged your tears to fall, trying to force the knot in your chest to burst and the liquid that teased your waterline in front of Satoru to just drip, and yet, when finally in a space where you could feel your emotions without prying eyes, you felt yourself shut down. 

Instead of releasing body wracking sobs, a cry for the sake of catharsis, that could be masked behind the running shower head, silence was the only thing that left your lips. Your heated palm rested on the cool shower tile, head hung low as you stared down at the crimson stained water that swirled into the drain. Your chest felt heavy, a sense of drowsiness weighed on your shoulders as warmth enveloped you, dial turned to red as you let liquid batter your body, washing away scabs and flecks of dried blood whose stings did little to cause a rivulet in your suddenly dry eyes. They stung yet would not dampen, an ache forming beneath them and you could only let darkness cloud your vision as you shut them. 

In and out you breathed, choking in the steamed air and letting out a cool puff but the lump lodged in your throat swelled, a strange bile clawing at your neck as it rose and you felt like vomiting. Yet even as you hunched, pressing a hand to the base of your throat as though to push the pain out only saliva dared to dribble from your lips. Your eyes weighted as though they'd fall from your sockets, yet you could only stare, blood rushing to your head as heat swarmed your brain.

You scratched at your neck, poking and prodding, nails indenting in the flesh, you felt as though you had some sort of adam's apple blocking your airway, you wanted it out. You clawed at the skin, feeling it burn as your long, cracked nails left lines in their wake, water boiling the wound. You wanted to pry it out, have your hands be a scalpel and surgically remove the feeling.

You could already picture it, blood breaking through your flesh, a sudden rush of relief, a sensation of cool air as a dark glob popped through your throat, splattering against the white floor, like a melted garbage infused ice cream cone. A slick sickening wet slap echoing off the tile. 

You could see it, an ugly little curse writhing on the floor of your shower and you were stomping, your feet, crushing it's malformed face between your toes as it oozed between the cracks, slime sticking to your skin as you turned it to paste, organs popping as you kicked it down the drain, dark entrails swirling in a little tornado spiral. 

You could see it, you could feel it and you scratched at your skin, you wanted it out, you would take the curse that inhabited your figure and turn it to dust. Yes, you had to be able to exterminate it. There was a disgusting bug inside of you, there had to be, there was something suffocating you because this couldn't just be your emotions, it couldn't just be some sort of internal resistance, you must be plagued. 

You pounded at your chest, ripping your nails against your skin, cry goddammit, cry. It was the silence that infuriated you more than anything, you had to sob, scream and yet nothing left your parted lips.

Cry

Cry

Cry

Cry

Cry

You left the shower silent, water shutting down, steam loitering that air as you toweled yourself off, fibers brushing over sliced skin, lines not deep enough to cause blood but little red marks that left tiny unpickable scabs in their wake as you only harmed the epidermis. 

It was with slow, unmoving breaths that you steeled yourself, warm palm pressed against the condensation loitered door handle, slowly pushing it forward, slowly, letting the cool air from your bedroom rush in.

You stand there for a moment, weighted gaze scanning the empty room. It felt desolate, frigid, lifeless, even with rumpled sheets and phone chargers dropped in coils along the hardwood floor. 

You shuffled, feet scratching against the ground as you breathed in the cool oxygen, the slight familiar musk permeating the scene as you pursed your lips. If only this was the only thing in your home, and you glanced at the exit for this room, if only nothing else lay beyond these walls.

Suddenly a slap echoed in the silence of the room and for a split second everything stopped. The sound hung in the air, like a distant sound filtering away as it bounded off walls, there was a ringing, a disorienting buzz and you tried to register the noise.

You blinked, eyes staring wide at your palm, open and trembling. Your face burned, and your eyes darted in confusion before a sharp realization creeped into your brain, your cheek pulsing  as your shock faded away, muscles in your fingers seizing as you wiggled the stinging tips.

The pressure loitered, clinging to your face as the impact seemed to continuously beat against your skin. You stood frozen, the knot in your throat plummeting to your stomach and your lips trembled, eyes stinging.

You had slapped yourself.

You sniffed, cluttered sob seeping into the silence as your clenched your hand into a fist, biting down onto your knuckle.

Shame crept into your ebbing nerves as you glanced at that door again, the distant sound of childish giggles forcing your fists to your ears, muffling the noise and you gnawed your lip, eyes glazing over.

You could hear them, light laughter, squeals of delight.

You didn't even realize you moved until you were already at your closet, ramming your way inside and sealing the opening shut.

It was dark, the only illumination peaking in from the crack beneath the door and you glimpse into the eerie expanse, the glint of the mirror unable to reflect your face due to the shadows encompassing your figure. Clothing hung from the walls, colours muted by dimness and you pressed yourself into the corner next to the door, back pushed against the walls and you collapse.

Knees forgoing your weight as you slam to the ground.

You sniffed, the sound all too loud and you cupped your mouth. Why were you crying now, you weren't allowed to cry now, what if they heard you, someone could hear you. Your legs curl in, thighs pushing to your chest as you wrapped your arms over your calves, head resting in the crook between your knees as you blocked out your vision. 

You coiled yourself tight, hiccups choking on their way out as you constricted your vocal cords. Sleeves brushed your head, warm fleece dangling above your scalp as your toes grabbled onto a fallen belt, cold metal feeling unnerving against your skin as you poked at the smooth leather. 

The walls were hard against your body, wooden floors numbing your backside quickly but you stilled yourself, chewing on your thumb as you kept your cries at bay, disobedient body breaking the mental rules you put into play. 

Breathe you reminded, lungs pitifully expanding and releasing in wet wails as streams split their way down your cheeks, gravity clinging them to the ground, a small wet drop leaving a miniscule puddle on the ground and you extended one finger to tap against it, breaking the surface tension as you wiped it into a streak.

Quiet you begged, breaking the nail of your thumb between your teeth as you tried to keep the thick weight of shame from swarming the space, cramming your way tighter into the corner despite the large expanse of the walk-in, you refused to look at. 

Cold air nipped at your skin, as though a phantom blew from the other side, darkness growing stronger the further it was from your spot. You felt shaky, breaths coming out in trembles as you clenched your teeth.

Everything seemed so distant, far away from where you huddled and then you heard it and suddenly your sense of isolation fragmented with a creak.

Footfalls rang muted and heavy against the ground, echoing beneath the floorboards as they clawed up your spine. 

Your heartbeat froze and you held your breath, paralyzed as your eyes widened in fear.

Shut up.

You begged, cupping your mouth with your hands, head raised as you begged, glancing frantically around the space for some other escape route, but you were trapped. You curled your muscles in, tensing your joints as you prayed that this presence was just a trick of the mind, a faux fantasy stemming from insanity and yet the quiet click and burst of light slipping from the ceiling light crumbled your wishes

The warm glow painted the dark room in orange and yellow hues as the sinking darkness melted against the illumination. Glow prickled your skin and you tried to shy away, but the door slipped open and you stared at the intruder.

The swift, smooth glide of the barricade brought in an unwelcome presence and you jerked away from the incoming figure, head knocking against the wall as you gazed up at him.

"(Y/N)," a breath.

Suguru merely slid open the door, ready to step inside to grab a hoodie to fight of the sudden chill ebbing away at the house, nose barely catching the faint, familiar smell of worn clothes when a sickening thud of something hard connecting with the wall breaks the silence. 

His pulse skips a beat. 

For a moment he thinks it's from the kitchen, but the whimper doesn't echo down halls, it shatters quietly into his ears and his eyes snap down.

He feels his heart suddenly drop, brain firing rapidly to organize the scene in front of him. It's you, crouched beneath a wrack of clothing, body tightly wound into a corner as you hold a bruising grip over your mouth, fingers cupped tightly as your shoulders shuddered, bright eyes washed with tears, irises shaking as a small droplet falls, cascading quickly before its spot is filled again.

"(Y/N)," he whispers and time seems to stretch, ticking slower as you glance at him utterly paralyzed, caught like a deer in headlights.

He's the first to move, feet trying to pull himself closer to where you huddled but you shrink away, legs curling themselves closer and he feels distant, his height feeling tremendous as he stares down. 

You look so small.

"Hey..." he whispers, voice thick with concern and he watches as your begin to crack, a sick, muffled sob, slipping between your fingertips, rippling through the air between you and he feels his heart tremor with the sound. 

You don't speak, you only hiccup, the sound of your raw breath escaping your lips heavy and ragged as your shoulders shake.

You are the first to break the shared gaze the two of you locked yourselves in, trying to pull yourself to your feet in your crouch, eyes flickering about the room "I-" you breath, not meeting his gaze and you flinch when he suddenly kneels next to you, fingers involuntarily clawing at the wall behind you, trying to grapple yourself from toppling over but he moves faster than you.

He always has.

His hands find their way onto your shoulder, holding you sturdy and his palms are heavy, warm, soothing, yet his gaze... It's thick, his stare is unwavering and you can only spot unfiltered concern whereas all he can see if raw, unguarded guilt and grief.

He watches in real time as you try to build up a wall, caught off guard. You are the first to break away yet again, falling to the floor completely and he can't help the way his heart lurches as your lower lip trembles, indents of your teeth slowly filling as a heavy hiccup releases from your lungs and your fingers are reaching for the back of your head.

It's throbbing, pulsating with pain, and suddenly that pain is filling all of your limbs. 

His fingers squeeze against your skin and you can feel his gaze rake over you, glancing to the top of your head where you clutched it in pain, travelling to the swell of your cheek, slipping to the lines carved on your neck and.....

You curl inwards, hands slapping at his chest as you try to push him away, trying to ease the grip on your shoulders but he was far too sturdy. "I, I didn't mean to, I mean, well" and you begin to stammer, trying to formulate some excuse, a lie that could cover for everything he saw "I'm- I'm sorry," you whimper, curling your fingers into the fabric of his t-shirt as you try to shake him off "I-" and you use your shoulder to wipe away a tear that found it's way onto your cheek

"I mean well I was just," you paused, licking your lips, mouth finding itself dry, "look, looking for a um," and your eyes flicker up, "a hoodie," you point, fingers rubbing a sleeve above your head. "It, it's really cold, brr," and you pretend to rub your arms to warm them from a chill, feebly putting on your best smile as you try to push yourself to your feet again. "Well looks like I found it, I- I better get goi-"

"(Y/N)!" and you shut up, slumping against the wall as he forces you down and he finds your eyes again, his gaze swimming with a sense of hurt. "Why are you trying to lie to me," he whispers and you gnaw at your lip, lungs stuttering.

His hand slowly slips from your shoulder to your cheek, thumb rubbing a small circle over the flesh, coming close to the edge of your mouth before pulling away, tugging your lip from your digging canines, smoothing out the skin. 

Oh, you pause, freezing and you can feel the dam start to crumble, bricks falling out of place as the floodgates you hastily sealed came undone as a hiccup stuttered its way into your chest and you whimper out a cry, rushing to wipe away the stream that began to trek its way down your face but he grabs your harsh hands, gently cupping your face, forcing you to keep your gaze on him.

"You don't have to lie to me, please don't lie to me." 

It's suffocating, the heavy gasp you let out, chest stammering as your lungs twisted. "I-I'm," you breathe, suddenly drowning in his gaze, his grip firm but gentle, his face serious but soft, a man full of contrasts holding you, so stubbornly. "I-I," you couldn't breath, "I'm so-sorry," you stumble mouth running dry. "Sorry," you whimper, "sorry, sorry, sorry" and it's coming out in babbles, your voice a broken record and you shook, fingers trembling in his hold, you didn't know exactly why you were apologizing, didn't know exactly who you were apologizing to. 

Was it to him, for your lies.

Was it to yourself, for slapping your own face.

Was it to the children, that you wished would disappear.

Was it to Satoru, that you yelled at.  

You were a horrible person, you realize, "sorry," you returned from your mission and caused havoc, "sorry," your arrival didn't ease any burden, didn't put a smile on anyone's face, "sorry," you came home screamed, hid and cried, "sorry," you were cruel, "sorr-"

"Stop," and it's stern, weighted, his grip got tighter, his eyes were narrowed, he was mad... he was mad at you wasn't he. 

"Please," you beg, eyes wide, he was mad at you, he was mad at you, you made Satoru mad and now you made Suguru mad. "Please," and you are squirming your hands from his grasp. "Suguru," you whimper, your palms landing on his face. "A-are you" you mumble, and you hold him, one hand gripping tightly at his shirt as though he'd be the one to run, the other cupping his cheek, "please, please don't be mad at me, I- I," and you are beginning to ramble, fingers shaking from where you clenched them at the front of his shirt, tugging at the fabric, pleading, dread pouring into your veins like cement, mixing with your blood like a leaden poison as that curse clawed it's way from your stomach acid, ripping your esophagus as you stared at him teary eyed. 

It hurt, your legs, your arms, your neck, your face, it all hurt, you couldn't have your heart hurt as well. You wouldn't be able to take it, couldn't be able to take it, if you made the only two people in this world ,who took time to actually care for you, angry.

"Suguru," you find yourself wailing, tugging at him for a response, his purple eyes blank as his lips only parted, he blurred in your vision and it felt as though his brows furrowed tightly. You finally did it, you ruined everything you had. 

Suguru Geto on the other hand found himself paralyzed, body suddenly stone as he only rocked at your prodding, his mind was racing, speeding down a highway of thoughts, moving down intersections, running red lights, weaving between other trains of thoughts, yet as he ventured for a reason, a reason that would explain why he found you cowered in the corner of the closet, a reason that would explain why your cheek was puffy, why there was marks of your nails trekking down your neck, he came up empty. He was meeting dead end after dead end, he was running out of gas.

He didn't know what to do. 

"I'm," he spoke, slowly, suddenly, your cold, fear drenched palm soft against his cheek and he reaches up to lay his own hand on top of it as he dampened his drying lips, voice coming out raspy as his thoughts dried out and so did his sound. 

His thumb brushed your tight knuckle, moving lightly as though your skin would crack beneath the pressure. He had known you for years, loved you for years, had seen many emotions flash across your face ranging from joy to sorrow yet nothing had ever made you appear so small, so frail. 

"I'm not mad," he coos, feeling a sting rise in his own throat, a webbing of fear slowly weaving as he watched you display yourself in a way foreign to him. The man who thought he'd mapped you out better than any adventurer, the man who prided himself on knowing you better than yourself, he found himself struck with a new discovery and he couldn't tell whether he was relieved to find it or horrified.

It felt as though he had stumbled upon an atomic bomb resting dormant on the island of you and any wrong move would send it exploding, it's wick already fizzling beneath his grip and he struggled to stamp it out. "I, I promise (Y/N) I'm not mad," and his arms are pulling you in, one hand cupping the back of your head, the other finding the small of your back.

Your head slumps into the crook of his neck, hands travelling to grab at him, as though he was the sand slipping through your fingers when it felt like you were the one disintegrating at his very touch. "I'm not mad," he recites, stating it as a fact written between sheets of paper, pieces of knowledge you need to know in order to pass some test. "I swear I'm not mad," and he feels your muscles tense as a sob bounds around them, ringing against your bones as your open mouth came out quiet, eyes clenching as you held onto him, desperate.

He could hear your tiny breath, careful ragged gasp pressing it's way into his ear as even your hair shuddered. "I'm mean," you murmur, a choked out pathetic sound, "I-I'm really mean" and he's rubbing your sore head, soothing the pulsating bruise and it feels as if you are trying to give him reasons as to why he should be angry. 

"No, no you're not" he assures but you shake your head. Suguru has always been strong, sturdy, an unmovable force.

Satoru's emotions came like the ocean, crashing like waves before receding, hesitant, but impending. He could find himself struggling to express his feelings but they were always forced out in some way, whether it be through jokes or yells, that wave always met the shore. 

Your emotions dripped through a coffee filter, drop by drop, rippling the surface of your composure until an unsteady hand tussled your kettle of steaming feelings and doused your filter, causing it to slip, not tightly clipped in enough as it splashed into your mug and you broke down. They always appeared with a shock, a splash that'd send people flinching. A steady eye keeping watch as there was this questioning fear. Each slip up creating more precautions until comfort brewed negligence and another misstep occurred. 

You were afraid of your feelings, fearful of anger. You could never pinpoint the exact moment in your life where your frustration only resulted in tears, your anger leading to you choking on retorts as glassy eyes wettened regardless of your will. This fear clung not only to your own rage but leeched onto others as well. 

"Toru, Satoru's mad at me," you hiccup, "I- I know I'm mean, but, but you can't me mad too, be-because I'm angry at myself" you whine "and, and if you don't like me too, then, then," 

"Shh my love," and he rubbing slow circles on your back, pulling you impossibly closer, "m'not mad, I promise you I'm not mad, okay," he's whispering, "and Satoru will be fine."

"I yelled at him," you sob and he merely hums at your words, steady and smooth, you can feel the sound rumble in his chest.

"It's fine."

"That's not fine," you guiltily mumble, "you always make excuses for me." 

"Mhm," he sighs and he continues his small patting ministrations, your figure slowly soothing as your cheek slides to rest on his chest, listening to the solid thrum of his heart. "I know you and Satoru will be able to work it out"

"But I was mean to you...I lied."

"And you've already apologized, you're fine," he whispers into your hair, "you've done nothing wrong"

"But I have," you screw your eyes shut, remorse pooling.

"Mmm and what did my sweet girl do," he sighs, voice light, airy as though he believes you can do no true wrong. If only he knew, knew how horrible your thoughts were, how cruel of a person you are.

"I'm a bad parent." 

"Because you're still learning," he says not a beat too late, so sure of his answer.

"And you're not?" you shake your head with an incredulous laugh, "you and Satoru, both of you started right when I did but you get in your role so easily."

"It takes time to adjust."

"Then how have you done it so effortlessly," you lift your head, meeting his gentle gaze, "why is it that I'm the only one struggling so vividly. I can't control my emotions, I yell, I scream and all I do is cry." 

"Mmm but you smile and laugh all the time too," he chuckles rubbing your puffy cheek.

"But I can't do that with the kids, it's always so awkward."

"You'll learn."

"But what if I don't."

"You're smart," he says as though that justifies it all, "and you are trying," he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear as you prop your chin on the top of his chest, your damp lashes clinging to one another.

"Yeah but still, how come you are so perfect," you sigh, lower lip jutted in a pout and you watch as suddenly his brows furrow, the grip of his fingers tightening ever so slightly. "Suguru," you pause and you look at him and you see it.

Suguru's emotions were like a rope.  Taught, strong and steady. Suguru has always been stable, able to take on anything just by gritting his teeth and baring it, calloused hands holding on tightly as an unrelenting pressure tugged at him. It's as though he's dangling, he himself the weight, holding on tightly despite the chaos of jagged spikes ready to punch through him.  His emotions are tangled and raw, weaved intrinsically into his lifeline, any moment of stress, any moment of sadness, any moment of rage, frustration, grief, strung into this rope yet these were the parts he threw down to the abyss, wishing for them to be forgotten. With each lost tether the fibers begin to fray, strings snapping as the tension grew looser, yet he was still always able to hold on, even if by the tips of his fingers. 

But suddenly it finally gives way.

It's the way his hands stop patting, his grip tightens, pushing against your skin and then you can hear his heart, that steady rhythm jumps, speeding, his lower lip begins to wobble and you see it, a glossy sheen, rain clouds forming in his eyes. 

"Oh baby...I'm far from perfect," he croaks, and you can sense it in his rasp, a curse is gouging his throat, leaving a heady weight of led in his neck. You can only gasp, be an onlooker as you watch him unravel, body falling to that endless pit. 

"Sugu....ru," you whisper, lips barely mouthing the word, breath barely fanning as you watched it fall, a tiny clear rivulet trickling down his cheek.

You've loved him for years, known him for years and yet you are met with a spread of emotion you've never seen before. That rope of his had frayed, had spiraled, the tension had dwindled and yet you've never watched it break. 

You hesitate, staring at the sheen on his cheek, the little droplet that clung to his chin, gravity pulling. You don't move, don't breathe. You watch him begin to tumble and you glance at your arms, weak and pathetic.

Catch him before he was pierced.

Catch him before he's gone.

But how were you to catch this man if you couldn't even catch yourself.

His chest raises, a slow inhale of air, a calming moment choked by the curse playing with his lungs. The warm glow from the dingy little bulb flickered, the soft sleeve of a shirt touched the back of his scalp. He shuffles and your body moves with his, lips slowly pursing as he shakes his head, words falling silent off his tongue and he's moving from your arms, his hands retreating from your body, head inching away. 

His warmth slowly escapes your grip and you spot it, it frayed, it loosened but his white knuckled fist managed to grab on a singular dangling piece at the last second. Jaw clenched, brows furrowed, muscles twitching, he managed to hold on. 

The floor vibrates beneath your thighs as his legs push him up, feet meeting hardwood and you stare up at him, his lip wobbled but it was pressed into a tight smile, eyes closed, blocking your view of the clouds, head held high. He shakes his head and the open closet door suddenly feels frightening.

You throw yourself. Knees pushing you forward as your hand meets wood, body lurching as the opening to your bedroom shut, a resounding thud, rattling the clothing hangers, metal ringing as that dingy light flickers. The walls resonate, the floor jumps and your arm is flying, standing up abruptly as you tug on him, his fingers feeling heavy in your hand as you pull, pushing your way to his front, leg slipping between his as you knock him unbalanced. 

Gravity becomes your hero and you fall, body swinging and the world slows for you, his pretty face unpinches, his lips part, his eyes widen and you rest your hands on the back of his head.

You slam into the ground.

 The metal song plays once more, the light twitches, the walls shake, the floors tremble. 

Your knuckles sting, your knees ache, sudden knock against hardwood sending spindles of electricity to shock their way up your limbs. You're panting, quivering, heaving lungs audible. It's a long slow exhale and you look at him and watch those rain clouds begin to thunder. 

Lightning strikes as a wet sheen glosses over, pouring down into the night sky. You follow the drop, watching as it curls down to his ear, center of gravity shifted, water hitting his inky locks splayed in an intricate, delicate pattern, swirling. 

"D-Don't," you gasp, "don't you dare run away from me," and you know your words are hypocritical, if anything you were the one who is sprinting miles upon miles, turning tail and running but the moment you watch him shift to mirror your track star career you can't take it. 

Suguru's emotions are like a rope.

His calloused hands are always gripping on, white knuckled and clenched. Yet as you watch him slip but catch himself once more you can't help but want to watch him fall so you run out and pry his fingers off, one by one.

He's trembling beneath you, hands quaking as you straddle his torso, knees solid centimeters from his hips, hands that rested firmly under his head shifting to plant next to his ears. You shadow him with your figure. 

"Suguru Geto," your voice is ragged, eyes ablaze with a kindled flame as you watch his grip loosen, tether finally slipping from his desperate hands and he's falling. "Don't you dare run away from me now," you hiss through clenched teeth, voice trembling with restraint.

He plummets. 

His face crinkles, mouth gasping as he heaves in a choked breath fingers shaking as they grip your wrists. His hiccup is deep but silent and he falls apart.

Suguru Geto sobs.

A weighted, heavy cry as the tension unravels in his chest, vocal cords straining as he chokes on his wails.

You watch as he tumbles, watch as he falls.

How were you supposed to catch this man if you couldn't even catch yourself, you wondered, but as the world tries to swallow him hole you run towards him.

Even if you couldn't carry him you would try. 

"I-I wanted to kill them," it comes between wet sobs and his palms are covering his eyes, "they held them, they held them in that cage and I-I" and you trace a gentle shape onto the back of his hand. "Mimiko, and, and Nanako," he's whispering, sound straining from his lips, "th-they kept them in a cage, they, they were bruised and b-bloody," and you can only think back to the moment you saw the two girls in your dorm room, perched on a chair in the bathroom as Suguru pulled knots from their hair with a comb.

They were disheveled, bruises loitering their sunken and obviously malnourished faces. You remember the careful bandages that wrapped around their bodies, a bloody towel strewn across the floor.

"They were blaming them, th-those stupid fucking villagers were saying that they were evil, that they were monsters," and he sobs the last words, chest compressing, "and, and" he stuttering, stammering out his words, "in that moment all I wanted to do was kill all of those assholes, those stupid dipshits who locked them up, I- I got excited at the thought," he confesses, "for a moment they didn't look like people, they, they just had big targets on their faces and I wanted to hit a bullseye in every one" 

You find yourself pausing, eyes blinking slowly as he admitted himself to you. "I wanted to kill them (Y/N)," he suddenly shouts, and you have to bite your lip from flinching. "I-I still want to kill them," he whispers this time.

"Why..." you pause, "why didn't you," you murmur, "why didn't you kill them then," and his eyes are flying open, his teeth gritted tightly together and he just seems so helpless.

"Because," it comes out as a body wracking wail, "I didn't want to leave you," he pauses and Suguru remembers the feelings, standing in front of those villagers, their spotty faces looking like curses to his manic vision a sudden thrill inching beneath his skin but as he tried to move he found himself weighted, feet cemented in place by the echoic sounds of your and Satoru's voices, giggles, laughter. 

Those targets swirled and all he could see were cells of his own making, the two of you standing off in the distance, eyes downcast. If he defected then the world he curated with you, the both of you would no longer exist, movie nights where you kicked at Satoru to shut him up from spoiling the plot, would no longer exist, study sessions where you begged him with those pretty eyes to explain the answer to a math question, would no longer exist, grocery runs where Satoru kept trying to sneak bags of candy and desserts into the cart, would no longer exist.

The thought of his life dissipating before his eyes, the thought of no longer being able to rest his head in your shared bed, cuddling quietly as you all softly snored broke him and he realized quickly, he didn't have to throw this life away to save the twins. He could just adjust this life accordingly. 

"I can't live in a world where I'm not able to love you, I- I can't live in a world where you refuse to love me"

You smile, a soft somber little simper as you brush a strand of hair away, "then why are you sad, hmm, why are you far from perfect."

"Because!" he yells, "I wanted to kill them!" he confesses again, eyes narrowed, as though your question made no sense," and now it felt as though he was giving you reasons to be mad at him.

You realized Suguru was far too immature, far too young, not only was he being forced to flip through textbooks but he was also being forced to write them, his stubby little fingers, smashing the keyboard as he tried to formulate words, his fingers struggling to hold a pencil as the led broke beneath his ill placed strength, graphite staining the table more than the pages. You realized it, as his tears fell. 

You were children taking care of children. 

"But you didn't," you softly murmur and you pry away the hands that rub at his eyes, "you didn't do anything wrong," you repeat his words, "you are a kind, sweet and caring man," you list off, "you are handsome," and you lean down and kiss away one of his tears, "you are understanding," you kiss another, "you are smart," kiss, "you are gentle," kiss, "you are compassionate," kiss, "you are loving," and you cup his face, grinning. "So why do you think you are far from perfect, everything I said isn't even half of how wonderful you are, hell it's not even a quarter," you declare. "How dare you insult my beautiful, stunning boyfriend huh, how dare you try and say he's unappealing and cruel"

"I-" and you kiss his lips, a soft peck, gentle, slow 

"You only gave me another reason to love you," you whisper, "you only told me that you question things, you told me that you assessed your values."

"I'm a bad sorcerer," and you tilt your head to the side as he continues, "I wanted to kill all non-sorcerers, I didn't even mind the thought of killing my parents," and he stares at his hands, at an invisible drip of blood. "I wanted to kill them all because it's their fault curses exist, it's their emotions that caused all of this," and his words elicit a  light hearted sigh from you.

"I get it," you mumble after a beat "it's annoying that we have to clean up after their messes, that we have to protect people even if we don't want to but...." you trail off, "I don't mind helping out non-sorcerers if that means we get to create a safer world for our children," and the word children feels heavy on your tongue but you say it anyways. "Non-sorcerers are the people that created most of the happy things I like too," you hum, "besides a world with only sorcerers, would mean a world mainly populated by the Zenin clan and I don't think I can handle that," you snicker lightly, staring down at his face, watching as his brimming eyes kept washing over. "If having thoughts like those make you a cruel and horrible person than I'm bottom of the barrel scum," you grin.

"(Y/N)," he breathes 

"I love you Suguru," you muse, "I get that you're angry, and I get that it's frustrating but just take a moment and just think of the world outside of those horrible people, yeah, think of all the fun things we get to do because of non-sorcerers, think of what they've made, what they've done, think of how their happy feelings have also impacted this world," you sigh, "if anything I want to be a non-sorcerer sometimes," you smile at him, "I want to live in the world they do."

His eyes glass over again, and his hand reaches for your head, fingers splaying across your cheek and he's pulling you down.

He's soft, gentle, lips meeting yours. 

"I love you," he murmurs against your skin, "I love you," he says between tears.

To be honest you weren't sure your words made sense, if your statement applied to any of his emotions. As much as you tried to validate his feelings you weren't sure if you did. You didn't know how to say it to him, didn't know if another fact you had stored would help, but all you could think about was if non-sorcerers created curses than wasn't it the existence of sorcerers that make them stronger, after all, after Satoru Gojo was born they said there was a shift in the world, that curses became stronger because of his power. 

You think it, but you don't say it, unsure of if that statement would swallow you both up in that abyss, unsure of if instead of that creating a ladder out it'd sink you both down with guilt. 

You laid on the closet floor, holding him in your arms, drying his tears.

You laid there for heavens knows how long.

Laid there until you found yourself roused from sleep by your alarm.

[is-the-sky-blue]

NEW LIFE: GOJO SATORU & GETO SUGURU

Chapter 1 - Strangers, Stupefy, Suspension

Synopsis: When you are thrust into a new life of motherhood you find yourself overwhelmed.

Warnings: Angst (with a happy ending), fluff, satosugu x reader, creepy old man, mention of teen pregnancy (reader is not pregnant)

>Part 1< Part 2 Part 3

Being a teen mom is scary and strange to say the least

You never planned for this to happen but then again you guess no one plans to become a teen parent. But at least with pregnancies they are an expecting parent, they have time to prepare, ready themselves to adjust to their new life, but you were pushed into a life of children without any forewarning. Suddenly a care taker of three five year olds and a six year old despite being almost a hundred percent sure that you didn't even have your period six years ago.

It's an inexplicable feeling to comprehend the idea of being a mother of four despite never having sex. A strange thought for children to manifest in your life without any time to prepare. You didn't have the scare of not having your period for a month, never needing to buy a pregnancy test to try it out while praying for only one line as the thought of lugging around a swollen belly throughout campus sent anxious beads of sweat down your spine. Never giving birth but even if adoption encompassed the same criteria at least these parents could plan, filling out paperwork as they searched online for beds and toys in the mean time.

Even with foster parents they are expecting a child to enter their home to some extent, ready to open their doors yet you never undid the lock, it was kicked down with a battering ram as you didn't only face the responsibility of caring for one life like most expecting parents, but four. 

It's a bizarre emotion to come to terms with as you sit at your laptop in the dead of night, trying to scroll quietly as you read forums, and scoured through mommy blogs, finding parenting books only to half relate to each confessing adult. 

No one is ever ready to be a parent, a line that struck close to home yet as they continue so did your disconnect, reading words that contained foreign experiences as they try to console the masses but not you. Sharing how motherhood is a struggle yet as you watch your child grow you slowly get accustomed to it, figuring out your child's unique quirks, their likes, dislikes and what works for your family. That after birth and you hold your child for the first time a sense of maternal love washes over you. How changing your baby's diaper for the first time and feeding them are moments where your connection only grows and you find a way to handle your conflicting emotions. They continue to go on, stating that it's fine to make mistakes, confessing how they accidentally burned their baby's hand with a curling iron but they'd forget soon enough anyways, brains not able to retain memories from so young yet you couldn't afford making such mistakes. Your children will most definitely remember any accidental pain or misstep you make, after all even in your high school years you could still recall stories of your elementary youth. 

You couldn't afford to inflict anymore trauma whether it be purposeful or not, especially since these children you huddled in your home carried a dark past with them that you struggled to light up, your bulb barely dim, struggling to even create a spark to brighten their situation. 

Your experiences with children limited, even in your youth you never hung around kids your own age much, living with only your grandmother facilitating an environment where you spent a lot of free time listening to gossip about other townsfolk in your village and how your neighbours, cousins, mailman apparently had an affair. You spent more time learning how to cut fruit into fun shapes like dragons, knowing how to traditionally make matcha and play shogi with your elders instead of playing tag in the back parking lot of your school after class. 

Your living room often filled with elderly grandmas as they huddled around your tv, peeling apples as the latest episode of their favourite soap opera graced the screen, yelling about the stupidity of the male lead as you walked inside through the genkan rather than having peers over where you inevitably talked more than studying for your upcoming test. However instead of it being peers or elders on your couch it was now children, four children that you had to pay attention to. You couldn't let your inexperience keep you from caring for them.

You couldn't let your habits of letting your boyfriends handle it continue on. No longer able to just push off the responsibility of letting, usually, Suguru coax a crying kid out from where they hid in an abandoned warehouse while on a mission whereas you focused more on smashing cursed spirits through walls.  

You couldn't do that now, no monster in your living room to divert your attention towards while a child sobbed. Suguru couldn't handle it every single time, you had to uplift their mood, had to make conversation even if you could only nod your head at their incoherent ramblings, often puzzled as you sat silently but attempting to appear attentive, but you knew you were bad at it. It was obvious, especially when Satoru popped next to you, sparking a delight into the children as he gasped and laughed, their big grins never targeted towards you.

You were unable to find a way to form a sense of connection, it was as though a growing ravine separated you from the rest of your mushed , abruptly pieced together family. You were a household unit, a family but it felt instead of being a caretaker you were some sort of second cousin twice removed who crashed on the couch in the basement, an invisible presence that no one acknowledged as you ignored any and all responsibilities.

Opting to hide in the kitchen instead of tying pigtails on little girls while they got ready for school. Trying to keep a sense of distance as you watched Suguru weave intricate styles, a job you'd traditionally have, knowing full well you were better at braiding than the long haired man as it was often your hands doing his hair and yet you busied yourself with flipping pancakes, pretending not to see him struggle with the small thin hair tie, not acknowledging how he snapped a third one while trying to secure one of the twins' ponytails. 

Part of you just refused to acknowledge these children as your own, unsure on how to become their parent when you yourself were still a child. It slightly felt as though if you didn't interact with them then maybe this wouldn't be your reality, this wouldn't be your life. 

It's not that you didn't want to be apart of this new family, it's just that you didn't know how, any exchange between you and one of the kids that inhabited your home feeling awkward at best as you stumbled through your minimal knowledge collected on children, ideas you've read yet struggled to implement. 

You weren't sure if any of them even quite knew who you were despite it almost nearing a month of them being in your care, a relatively short period of time in the grand scheme of things but a long one when considering you've been with them 24/7. 

You were useless, a straggler in this house who offered nothing other than a salary. Suguru and Satoru had fallen into their roles almost seamlessly. Geto you could expect  this from with his already caring nature but even the arrogant Gojo was doing better than you. 

You were an unneeded presence, every passing moment left you thinking what would happen if you packed your bags and disappeared, would it matter, would anyone in this house care. It's not like the family dynamics would shift, not like you'd abandon any responsibilities as you carried none in the first place. 

The only thing you'd leave in your presence was a salary that wouldn't even create much an impact with Satoru carrying the Gojo name and wealth, the disappearance of your cheque merely seeming like a couple of cents to this household.

You found yourself wondering what your life would currently be like if you had taken Satoru and Suguru up on their initial offer.

It was like a domino effect, the three of you separating to go on individual missions. You could still remember the day as you sat on the stairs leading to Jujutsu Tech, Satoru's messages letting you know he was on his way back, with a surprise at that

You were rubbing your arms for warmth as you pondered exactly what surprise he'd be bringing, maybe a souvenir or new snack he'd wanted you to try. "(Y/N)!!!!" he called and you sprung to your feet with a grin, spotting his head of white hair skipping down the sidewalk, his empty hands sparking confusion before your eyes landed on two short bodies trailing after him.

His surprise was two children he had kidnapped.

"I missed you" and his arms wrapped around you instantly, a puckered kiss landing on your cheek as you tried to squirm out of his grip, peering over his shoulder at the two kids who still stood a few meters away, Satoru's sudden burst of speed not reciprocated by the children. 

"Who" you furrowed your brows with a whisper "are they?" you tried to keep your voice low, not wanting them to hear but it seems as though the man didn't get the memo 

"This is Megumi and Tsumiki Fushiguro!" he grinned, patting the tops of their head, or at least trying to, Tsumiki compliant while Megumi tried to swat him away. "They're Toji's kids," he stated as though it was no big deal, "and well you know about the Zenin clan," he yammers off and to be honest you were tuning him out after that moment, staring at the two children who met your gaze. "And you know how I kinda kille-"

"Yeah yeah I get it," you cut him off, knowing full well that this wasn't an appropriate conversation topic to have with the children, of said dead man, around. "So what are they doing here," you tried to say in an unoffensive tone, not wanting them to think they were an undesired presence.

"Well I was thinking of keeping them safe so the Zenin clan doesn't get their mangy little hands on them," he whistles, trotting up the steps as he wandered towards the school "let's get inside first, it's kinda cold," he hummed.

The Fushiguro children had quickly taken residence in your bedroom and you left them in Satoru's care, spending a few more hours in the main school building under the pretense of training to give the kids a bit more space, or at least that's what you rationalized to yourself, not wanting to confront your true feelings of discomfort and shock as you let Satoru entertain them, his lack of comments on your missing presence further solidifying your attempts to distance yourself to figure out your new situation. Suddenly a care taker to two children you had never met before but were reminiscent of a man you had disdained. 

It wasn't until you returned back to your room that night, exactly two days after Satoru's arrival, that you realized Suguru had returned. You expected to merely see two children in your room, not four. You weren't ready, not prepared for a surprise of any sort and your shock was evidence, your feelings far more evident than with Satoru as you froze in the entrance, almost immediately catching sight of two little girls standing on your desk chair in front of the bathroom mirror clinging to Suguru as he stood, comb in hand. 

"Oh" was the only thing you could say, the two girls appearing disheveled, bruises loitering their sunken faces, and you noted the slightly bloody towel on the floor, the neat bandages wrapped around their bodies and plastered on their face.

"You just missed Shoko," Satoru commented but you couldn't take you attention away from the other set of children that infiltrated your space. You caught Suguru's eyes instead, a cursory glance thrown over his shoulder as he offered a shaky smile, facade far more pale, a sense of fear loitering in his gaze.

"I-Is that so," you try to divert again, replying back to Satoru as you slipped off your shoes, trying to regain a sense of composure. "Well," you paused your bag slumping against the floor with a heavy thump and you watched as the girls grabbed for Suguru, paranoid glances being shot your way as he pat their heads, trying to soothe them. "You should probably dampen the ends of their hair, it'd help," you offer, watching as he struggled to get through the tight knots in their locks, "but it also might be best to cut off the ends," you murmur, averting your gaze as you unpacked your bag, putting your textbook back onto your bookshelf, sending a small nod to the Fushiguro siblings who perched on your bed, peering at you over the manga you let them borrow, "because they are so dry."  

"You think so," he hummed and you felt a sudden rush of anxiety overwhelm you, your ability to suppress your flooding feelings slowly dwindling after only a few seconds. They doubled from two to four. You hadn't even adjusted to the thought of two new presences in your life, but now it felt all too real. You couldn't ignore it, your feeling of helplessness as you stared at what you quickly realized would become your family. Four children you weren't consulted about, four children who now only had you and your boyfriends to rely on.

"I just realized," you purse your lips, trying to push back the bitter bile that suddenly rose in your throat, these sudden changes looming over you as your small dormitory grew tighter with each second, as though the walls were closing in. "I forgot my water bottle at the track," you attempted to persuade, keeping tears at bay as you clenched your fists, still not ready to confront reality, not ready to enter this type of life. "I'm just gonna go and-" you were hastily slipping your shoes on, feeling your fingers shake, "g-get it real quick," and you couldn't hide the shaky crack in your voice, your ill concealed suffocation known.

You had left that day, you probably could've never returned, but you did, taking four hours too long to supposedly grab your water bottle. It was dark when you re-entered, quiet, the only light from a dim computer screen on your desk and the warm glow from your lamp on your side table. You could make out four children sprawled about your room, the twins asleep beneath the covers of your bed, the Fushiguros each taking up a bean bag chair. Small snores filling the air along with whispered mumbles

"(Y/N)," they had called softly upon hearing the creak of the door, eyes suddenly on you. Bodies quick to rise to greet you.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier," Suguru approached first, his hand resting on your cheek and you stared up at him, refusing to let the pit in your stomach grow and let your bottom lip wobble. "I texted you but I should've called you."

"It's fine," you nod, "It's my fault for not checking my messages" you sighed, remembering the list of texts between Suguru and Satoru that you had finally read after leaving, messages sent before Suguru had arrived home loitering on your phone, mentions of the dark haired man's discovery and how he'd be bringing the girls back that your silenced phone didn't let you privy to. No notifications of his warning jumping to your home screen. "What are you two doing" you hummed, trying to shift the conversation, unable to take his pitiful glance any longer, slipping from his grip, not believing in yourself to stay composed in his grasp but part of you wished you hadn't, the screen holding images of houses for sale.

"We were looking for somewhere new to move into," Satoru explained, "we need more space," he gestured throughout your room and you paused, the situation suddenly growing even more real.

"Move," you paused, eyes downcast as you tried to steady your breaths but jolted when Suguru tried to hug you from behind, escaping from his comforting hold, not ready, not willing to fall apart right now. 

"Yeah..." Suguru trailed off, slowly retreating his hands to his pockets, your refusal clearly hurting but even with the look on his face that had been there since he retrieved the two girls you couldn't find any more of yourself to spare, not able to emotionally handle the grief apparent in his features along with your whirlpool of flustering feelings. 

"If you don't want to move you don't have to," Satoru says suddenly, catching your attention.

"What do you mean, you just said we couldn't stay here because the kids need more space," you snapped at him with a hushed tone, unsure on why there was an anger rising within you.

"Yes they do, but you don't have to go with them."

"So you want to buy a house and let them live alone," you quirked a furrowed brow and you felt a thick tension rise in the air.

"No," Suguru hesitated, "we were considering moving out with them and letting you stay... here."

"What-" you frown turning to him, feeling those tears sting, unable to keep them away, "are you trying to abandon me."

"It's not that!" Satoru is quick to reassure, voice reaching an octave too high, the sudden groan coming from your bed sending the three of you into quick silence before the shuffling ceased and one of the twins, you didn't know who, still unsure on either of their names, returned to sleep. 

"You didn't sign up to take care of them," Suguru said in a hushed tone, "we don't want to force you into a parent position when you don't have to be, after all it was Satoru and I who brought them here, you don't have to take responsibility for them." 

You stared at the ground in front of you, letting water blur your vision as you bit your lip. "You are clearly uncomfortable and we just don't want you to feel like you have no choice but to go along with us."

"What do you mean I have a choice, of course I don't have a choice," you snap, feeling a rivulet cascade down your cheek.

"Baby you don't have to come with us."

"What do you mean, of course I do. We are dating aren't we, what would happen to our relationship if I just stayed here, huh," you began to spout incredulously, feeling a sob quietly wrack out form, trying your best not to make too much sound, not wanting more onlookers as you fell apart, "do you want to break up with me, is that it, is this just your way of trying to break up with me," you shudder.

"O-of course not," Satoru stuttered clearly taken aback by your sudden crumbling, aware of your slowly slipping sanity but not expecting the breaking point to be when they were trying to offer you an out.

"We love you so much, you know that don't you," and Suguru is staring at you with a pleading look, fist clenching, unsure on whether he should make a move forward. 

"Then you wouldn't be trying to leave me like this" you pursed your lips, staring at them with anger as you balled your hands. 

It was dropped after that, you followed them, the escape you thought you needed, the door you thought was locked was opened by them, mournful glances as they clearly did not want you missing but allowed you a chance anyways, shut by your own hands, sealed with your own will.

You had stayed on your own accord, demanded that you wanted to stay which only further fueled the guilt you carried as you stumbled about clumsily, clearly not fit for the lifestyle you somewhat voluntarily signed up for. 

This is a choice you made, you just had to work harder to be able to fulfil the role you wanted to claim and today was a great opportunity to make some sort of progress in that mission.

"I specifically demanded that a parent or guardian is present not a sibling!" the man in front of you rumbled, his brows furrowed as he stared you and the little boy next to you down, his cheek covered with a band-aid that accompanied the matching ones on his palm and knee. His lips pulled into a pout as he sent a resentful glare to the older that lectured you both.

"I'm sorry," you could only bow, hyperaware of how young you truly are to be Megumi's caretaker but you couldn't dwell on the thought, not right now. The heavy hearted sigh that released afore you had you stiffening.

"Regardless you and you family need to take better care of that brat, problem children aren't allowed in my school, learn to discipline him," and the gruff words had you gripping the arm rests of your chair to keep your anger in check.

"I would prefer it if you didn't call him such names," you attempted politely

"And I would prefer it if he didn't hit his fellow classmates," he spat, gesturing to the boy and his family who sat in the seat across from you, the black eye having boy clinging to his mother's shirt, eyes rimmed with red as he stuck his tongue out at Megumi. "Especially classmates who are children of esteemed benefactors that help keep our schools programs running" he tacked on and you had to bite your lip from spewing that no money was being donated to the school but his greedy pockets, knowing full well that art programs were still fully reliant on parents to provide materials to their children, after all it was you who visited the craft store more than once, but then again he probably assumed you were just an ignorant elder sister who didn't know much. 

"That's right! Do you know how much it'd cost if we decided to press charges," yet another pompous man chimed, twiddling with the end of his mustache "we are clients to one of the best law firms of the country, in fact we are one of their biggest investors," and you had to keep yourself from tsking at his flaunt of wealth knowing there was a black card in a certain blue eyed boy's pocket that'd be able to buy all their assets and not make a dent into the never ending digits of his bank account.

"I am truly sorry that Megumi hurt your child but I'm sure he had a reason for acting out, he's a sweet kid I swear," you explain, knowing full well of his kindness, despite being merely an onlooker the way he watched out for his elder sister and the twins as well was evidence of his caring personality. 

"Are you saying my kid deserved to get punched by that brute," the mother finally huffed, still holding onto her child.

"That's not what I sai-"

"Then what are you saying, I mean look at my son, our heir, do you think he received these bruises because they were merely roughhousing." 

"I'm just trying to state that your son might've done something to trigger Megumi is all, I mean he's hurt too."

"For gods sake kid," the principal tsked, "you just don't get it, it doesn't matter whether or not that boy is hurt the Sato heir has been harmed by his filthy little han-"

"I don't appreciate you badmouthing my son in front of me! Megumi's wellness is also important!" you snapped, furrowing your brows, "as an educator you should treat these boys equally despite how much money his dad gives you."

"Ha!" the so called prestigious father snickered, "son," he whistled and you could feel a sudden sense of dread shadow over you, "looks like I see where that runt gets it from now, how old are you anyway," and his eyes seemed to rake slowly up and down, his leering gaze causing you to cringe in your seat. "When'd you get knocked up, huh," he chuckled and you clutched the arm rest, trying your best just to grit your teeth are bare it.

"I don't think that's an appropriate thing to say in front of children."

"Well you are far from appropriate it seems," he chuckled once more, "if you are so willing to spread your legs I'll make sure to give a well disciplined kid," he smirked, a grotesque face that had a wave of nausea churn in your gut and you could feel the wood splinter beneath your hands, your expression of disgust mirrored on his wife's face but she was quick to recompose herself.

It wouldn't be hard to make it look like a cursed spirit attacked and left some deceased in their wake. "Calm down sweetheart don't get your panties in a bunc- AHH" he jolted, toppling from his chair with a heavy thud. "What's wrong with you!" he screamed, fingers reaching up to touch his face, horrified to find a slit of blood leaking from his cheek.

"Calm down old man, wouldn't want you having a heart attack now," you growled, fully standing as you retracted your arm, tsking at the splinter of wood sticking out the far wall, piercing the hung portrait of the principal, he once sat in front of, right in the heart. 

"I- are you crazy!" the principal fumed, stumbling to his feet as suddenly the Sato boy burst into a fright of tears, clinging to his mother, "what kind of psychopath bitc-"

"Let's go Megumi," you cut him off, keeping him from saying such words to the little boy as you tap his shoulder, hauling his backpack off the floor as you ushered him out the room, double doors slamming open as other administrators rushed in, startled by the sudden commotion but you walked through the crowd, bodies parting as you led Megumi out of the office, a silence washing over you two as you exited out the main doors, quietly walking down the steps, the click of metal ringing as you slung the backpack over one of your shoulders, little keychains hitting one another as you approached the crosswalk, staring at the big red hand that faced the two of you as the little automated beeps echoed the movements of your prodding fingers.

"Hold my hand..." you break the silence, extending a palm out to the boy but his sudden blank stare had you slightly recoiling. 

"Why?" he just furrowed his brows looking up at you.

"Uh," you pause, you didn't quite have an answer you just knew that children were supposed to hold the hands of someone older while crossing the street, "for safety," you offer and he shakes his head.

"How is you holding my hand gonna keep me safe," he huffed, "we'll just both get hit by a car instead."

"Oh, well..." you think, "if there is a car, I'll be able to get you out of the way quicker by throwing you to the other sidewalk if I'm holding your hand," you try and his unnerved gaze had you questioning your every word before a heavy sigh left his lips, his hand meeting yours just as the crosswalk switched.

"I probably got suspended or expelled," he suddenly piped, seemingly unbothered as the two of you stepped across the street.

"Yeah sorry 'bout that," you apologize with a scratch of your head.

"It's not your fault," he murmured, "I would've got suspended even if you didn't throw a chair at that jerk's dad."

"I didn't throw the whole chair, just part of it."

"Does it really matter, you still threw a chair at him," and you didn't have anything to say back to that as he soon pulled out of your grasp as your feet met pavement again.  "And you broke the principal's painting."

"Okay I get it," you mumble, suddenly feeling like a scolded child as you readjusted the backpack slung across your shoulder before you caught sight of the blooming bruise on his cheek, a red scab of slowly drying blood crusted on his lip and you looked up to glance at the sky before he could catch you staring. "Well uhm, it's kinda hot today," you pitch, the barely peeking sun creeping out from behind the clouds, the gloomy sky, clearly going against your comment, "do you want to go get ice cream..?" 

Suddenly his feet halted from where he stomped in front of you, the pebble he was kicking running sideways into the road as he spun around, "ice cream.." he paused, skeptical, "why?"

"J-Just because," you stammer, "it's hot, aren't you warm," you try to play it off, "we can go to the corner store just down there," and you point down street, the floor sign advertising a new product a couple meters away indicating where the shop was located.

"I got into a fight today," he huffed, "why are you giving me a treat."

"Man aren't you just supposed to say okay and book it until I change my mind," you raise an accusing brow.

"Well you're being weird, you aren't really good at this whole parenting thing."

"Sorry for not being a professional," you scoff half heartedly, sparing a lopsided smile as you lead him towards the store. "So let's just go yeah?" and you speed up your pace.

It didn't take long for you to reach the door, the boy obviously more excited than he was letting on with the way he rushed alongside you, the ringing of the bell above the door singing as you pushed open the glass, letting him walk in first before you travelled through the store you knew all too well, the place a spot you used to frequent in your first year, Satoru loving the strawberry swirl twin pops that he'd eat all on his own, the artificial flavour a bit too much for even your palate and something Suguru would rather jump off a bridge than eat, Shoko not even option to share with but it's not like he minded, far too excited to eat both on his own. 

The big brand covered blue floor freezers greeted you and you stared through the glass top, the colourful packaging catching your eye before a mop of spiky hair planted next to you, tippy toes trying to push themselves to their full height, unable to glance inside. "Do you want some hel-"

"No," he was adamant, bouncing up and down as he scanned, "I want that one" he slammed the clear lid, little hand smacking absentmindedly, obviously unaware of his options as he chose at random.

"Okay," you grin, spotting the strawberry twin pops but you ignored where he pointed, knowing full well the little kid wouldn't enjoy it, your observations over the past few weeks leading you to believe he enjoyed chocolate more based on the snacks he'd specifically choose from the stash Satoru would bring home almost everyday. "Here," and you yank out a chocolate covered vanilla ice cream, handing the packet to him before grabbing one of your own, "I like these ones too," you muse.

You were quick to head to the register, coin pouch at the ready, "but still, why would you buy me something for getting into a fight," he said again, his demeanor more worried, eyes a bit wider and you hum, trying to formulate an answer.

"Well you're a sweet kid, I know that much."

"But I beat up another kid."

"For a good reason."

"How would you know that."

"Because that boy was picking on Mimiko," you state, placing down both your items onto the counter, flashing a smile to the cashier as you pay. "Thank you," you wave to the worker, pushing open the door to let Megumi out. 

"How do you know that," he finally asks, his peering eyes curious.

"That kid had her hair tie on his wrist," you note, unwrapping his dessert, pulling the wrapper down around the stick, words of mommy blog past telling you how to avoid sticky hands before handing it to him. "And it's certainly no coincidence that Mimiko and Nanako are on a field trip today," you continue, watching as he breaks through the outer chocolate layer, the cream cooling his slightly swollen lip. 

"You are weird," he huffs and you can only reach down to ruffle his hair.

"Back at ya!"

You were quick to patch him up once you got home, little lessons you learned from Shoko and your line of work making first aid second nature as you applied ointments to his lips and ice to his bruises before letting him rest in his room, quietly taking respite in your own bed, the sound of children voices entering your home not stirring you to stand as you lay, lingering words itching at your skin.

 'When'd you get knocked up, huh.' You aren't even an actual teen mom and yet these comments sent a disgust shiver around your bones, a gnawing discomfort sucking at your marrow as you curl tighter, it felt shameful, scary, your situation was misinterpreted and you felt so sick, you couldn't believe how others your age who actually went through the fearful process felt.

Squeezing your eyes shut you let a singular stray tear fall down onto your pillow before wiping it away, not letting sadness linger before slowly letting the heavy blankets fall off your body, pushing yourself to sit at the end of the mattress. They were home you should greet them.

But you couldn't bare to move. 

The clock ticked closer to dinner and yet Megumi hadn't seen you leave your room. The door sealed shut, neither the blue eyed freak or Suguru had gone to check in on you so he just assumed it was fine. They had returned a few hours ago and yet you hadn't gone out to greet them, but he didn't bother to pry, not when he was tasked with setting up the table, carrying bowls of steaming rice from where his sister stood at the counter, spooning it into bowls at the rice cooker, to the oval wooden table a few meters away. 

He found it strange, taking notice of your lack of presence when everyone sat down to eat, no one called for you, but then again you often missed dinner. The few weeks they had all gathered in this new home missing your presence at the dining table during all meals, your presence only ever loitering in the kitchen either prepping or serving foods, never taking a moment to sit down with them, always in some type of rush. 

He knew this and yet it felt weird not to have you around, the singular chair that remained empty suddenly feeling like an eyesore as he picked at his broccoli. 

"So Megumi do you wanna tell me what happened to your face yet," Suguru finally asked, turning away from little Mimiko who finished her story.

"Nothing," it was dismissive, shoving the chunk of broccoli into his mouth, trying to avoid conversation under the pretense of having his mouth full, even if he wasn't fond of the flavour.

"So you got those bruises from nothing," the gremlin man asked him and Megumi scrunched his face, waving his hand at the giant to try and shoo him away. "Megum-"

"Satoru leave it for now," Suguru hummed, taking notice of the little ears listening in from all around the table, "he's not too hurt right Megs," he grinnned, trying to ease the worried look on Tsumiki's face.

"Mhm," he grumbled.

The food filling their plates came and went and soon enough after a few episodes of cartoons the two men were hauling him and his sisters off to bed, and unfortunately the glasses weirdo was in charge of tucking him in.

"So you want to tell me what happened at school," he prodded again, crouching down right next to the side of his bed and Megumi just stared up at this ceiling, ignoring his alien eyes. 

"No."

"Well can you just tell me anyways."

"No."

"Jeez tough crowd," he sighed, slumping his head onto the mattress as he flopped to his butt, the low toddler bed easy for him to lean on from the ground. "Seriously you don't want to tell me anything."

"Yup."

"Well then, anything notable that happened at school that doesn't have to do with the bruises on your face," he asked, trying to get something out of the boy.

"Mmm," he just groaned, flipping over to his side, back to the man as he faced the wall "well," and Satoru could pick up on the lingering question weighing on the boy's mind.

"What is it," he quietly spoke, as though if speaking loudly would spook the query away.

"What does being knocked up mean?" he finally spoke.

"Huh!" the man all but shouted, startled by the words and Megumi flipped around to face the perturbed adult, glasses on the tip of his nose as he stared at the kid, mouth agape.

"Never mind," he grumbled.

"Wait, wait, wait," the man rambled, suddenly springing to his knees, lurching forward to try and keep Megumi from dismissing him, "where'd you hear that?" yeah maybe knocked up as in knocking on a door, right, he tried to reason, hoping context would help his situation.

"At school,"

"Who said that, and why,"

"Why are you asking so many questions," the boy grimaced, suddenly feeling interrogated, "just go, let me go to bed." 

"Megumi can't you just tell m- OW," and the boy started thrashing, kicking at the tall white haired man, trying to force him out of his room.

"Just leave you old man!" he yelled, suddenly feeling his kicks no longer connect as the sorcerer reactivated his infinity. 

"Okay, okay," and he pushed to his feet, rubbing at his arm, pretending to be harmed more than he was while the child only stuck his tongue out, clearly feeling no remorse as he got out of bed to try and push him away faster, door being slammed the moment his feet left the threshold of his door, nearly being slammed between the wood as the sound resonated throughout the hall.

"What was that about?" Suguru asked, quietly shutting the door to the twins' room, brow raised in confusion.

"Megumi just asked me what being knocked up means," he murmured, still quite shocked.

"What?" Suguru jolted, shoulders straightening as his eyes narrow in confusion, "wait why."

"I don't know, I tried to ask but he kicked me out," and he gestured to the door. 

"Should I go try and as-"

"What's going on," it was a quiet voice, the small peek of warm light pouring into the dim hall, and they spotted your head around the door frame, hair messy as you whispered.

"It's just about Megumi," Satoru sighed, walking over to you before snaking his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder as you perch on your tippy toes, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.

"Did something happen," you mumble, head resting on his chest as he swayed slightly, the only sound you caught was Satoru's surprised yelp before Megumi called him old and threw him out, the sound quite amusing and you were eager to catch the expression on his face, however his warm touch was still welcomed even if you missed the perturbed look you wanted to see and giggle at.

"Megumi asked me what being knocked up meant," and you felt a wash of dread strike you.

"O-oh is that so," you tried to laugh it off, "is this what kids talk about in school," you attempt but Satoru felt you stiffen in his grip the moment the words left his lips and it seemed Suguru caught the flash of a certain emotion cross your face.

"You picked Megumi up from school today right," Suguru approached, soft smile on his lips as he took ahold of your hand that rested on Satoru's back.

"Yeah," you breathed, suddenly feeling a strange sense of guilt.

"Was there anything specific that happened, I noticed that he had some bruises on his face,"  he continued, his tone was gentle, yet you still felt unsettled.

"Oh, well he got into a fight with one of his classmates."

"Hm," and Satoru pulled away, hands planted on your shoulders as he stared at you, "did he win."

"Toru that can't be your first question," Suguru sighs and he pulls the two of you into your shared room, worried that not asleep children would listen in on your conversation.

"But it's important," the man groaned, flopping back first onto the bed.

"You're such a weirdo," Suguru mumbled, taking a spot next to him before opening his arms for you to rest in, but you merely opted to sit next to the laying bodies, interlacing your hand with his, your actions clearly unexpected.

"And you like that," Satoru wiggled his brows before Suguru let a heavy hand fall onto his gut, laughing at his groan. 

"Anyways do you know why he got into a fight," Suguru raised a brow and you reach to play with his hair, toying with the ends.

"Some boy was picking on Mimiko at school," and this seemed to catch their attention as both of their gazes snap towards yours, "Megumi gave him a good beating though," you snickered.

"If he didn't I would, maybe I still will," the blue eyed boy mumbled and you couldn't restrain your laugh, feeling that guilt wash away.

"You can't beat up a little kid."

"Who says."

"The law." 

"But regardless does that mean you got called in to the office."

"Yeah," you hum, you small ministrations of toying with his hair halting as your tried to suppress the bubbling memories, "I think he might've gotten expelled."

"For beating up one kid? What about that boy, he was picking on Mimiko," Satoru jolted to sit, face full of rage.

"No I think it might also be my fault," you sigh and decide to lay on your back grabbing one of the pillows to hold close to your chest .

"Your fault... what'd you do," and Satoru is grinning, prying eyes prodding at you and you couldn't help but turn away.

"I kinda threw part of a chair at the boy's dad."

"You threw a chair," Suguru laughed incredulously.

"Only part of it!" you whined.

"But you threw a chair," and Satoru joined in on the laughter as Suguru pulled you close, his chuckles vibrating in his chest, the feeling tickling your cheek.

"Yeah and I think he was a big deal too."

"Can't be a bigger deal than a Gojo," the man snarkily remarked.

"Wellllll," you drag out, "apparently they are esteemed benefactors that are clients of one of the best law firms in the country," you mocked.

"and I don't need law firms to handle my work, I can deal with it on my own," Satoru hummed and Suguru snickered at his confidence.

"But still what happened that made you need to throw a chair," the long haired man chuckled, already imaging the sight and Satoru eagerly nodded, clearly ready for a juicy tidbit of drama.

"Oh well," you pause, "you know," and you trail off, prying yourself away from Suguru's arms, suddenly sitting as a new wave of dread swirled in your stomach, you should've diverted the conversation better, or thought of an excuse before hand, "um," you pause brain running blank.

"Hey..." and Suguru sits up, concerned, "did something happen," he continued, hand reaching for your back but he pauses when you tense, the pillow in your arms crumpling in your tight grasp.

"No nothing it's fine," you laugh, but the wet look in your eyes told him otherwise as your chest tightened with each breath.

"This doesn't have anything to do with Megumi asking what knocked up means...right?" Satoru furrows his brows, clearly concerned, words moving slowly from his mouth but the moment the question fell the tightening of your shoulders told him everything he needed to know. "Baby," he cautiously starts but you push yourself to your feet.

"Oh would you look at that, I completely forgot Yaga gave me a mission for tonight," avoid, avoid, avoid, your brain repeated, trying to slip out of your discomfort.

"(Y/N)," Suguru's voice was stern but you could only shake your head, cupping your ears with your palms as you tried to ignore his voice, you wouldn't let him stop you, you couldn't stop, you couldn't confront this, you couldn't tell them, not now, you weren't ready, the fear in your body wouldn't let you.

"I b-better get going," you choke out in response, your flooding waterline only the start to the progression of your deterioration, lip already beginning to quiver as your compressing lungs began to burn.

You were quick to try and walk away, quick to grab the door handle and start to pry it open, but he was quicker, Satoru's hand slammed the door shut, the small sliver of your escape locked in an instant.

You were trapped.

Oh no, oh no, you couldn't do this, not now, not with them, you couldn't let them see you like this and your hand was frantically trying to yank open the door but he was just far too strong, your shaking fingers not helping in your endeavour.

"(Y/N) don't try and run away from us again," he breathed, body leering over you as his hand slammed above you, keeping it tightly shut.

"Why won't you tell us what happened," Suguru cooed, the crease in his brow revealing his worry, "did they say something to you."

"No," you were too quick with your answer, they knew, they both knew, you were screwed, you were so so so screwed, "I- uh," and your eyes darted around the room, looking for an escape, the bathroom, could you get to the bathroom, if you did you could lock the door and maybe buy yourself some time.

"Don't even think about it," Satoru stopped your train of thought, and Suguru was quick to block the view of your only hope.

You were trapped, trapped, trapped and suddenly you felt the walls closing in on you, they were surrounding you, the ceiling was falling, the floor of dashing up quick.

"Woah there," and it wasn't the room but you, you were falling, back slumped against the door as you fell to the floor, big hands that only thing slowing your descent of keeping you from crashing down.

"(Y/N)," it was blurry sounding, that didn't make sense it couldn't sound blurry, but it did, it did why did it sound blurry, nothing made sense, what, where were you, why were you, and there was a pain in your chest, your chest it hurt, it hurt, it hurt, it hurt.

"Breathe baby please," and your hand was raised to his chest, they were crouched, one hand was rested at the back of you head, keeping it from lolling to the side as you could feel your palm raise and fall along with his own lungs, "can you just copy me please," and it was pleading, Satoru, Suguru you couldn't tell, couldn't tell whose limbs was whose, where your hand stopped and his body began, the murky colours fading in and out.

Why were you freaking out again, it doesn't make sense, why were you falling apart, it wasn't your fault, you did nothing wrong but why were you choking on air, why was their pain clawing at your organs, why did you feel nauseous. 

"Ohhh," you breathed out, eyes widening as you tried to process, your brain spiraling, why were you feeling so gross, so ashamed, you didn't do anything and your chest flooded with oxygen before you let it out with a huff, breaths following your hand, following his chest.

"There you go, thank you, thank you so much," and he still sounded blurry.

"They said," you sobbed, the words sending a shudder through your body, "t-that I was, they said I wasn't appropriate."

"appropriate?" one voice whispered and you could feel your chest heave.

"S-Said I should s-spr" and the word felt foul coming out of your mouth, "spread my l-legs," you hiccupped, "that he, he would give me a well disciplined kid, and, and, and I," you stumbled over your words, brain rambling as your mouth followed, unsure if you were even stringing together real sentences.

"I'm sorry," he whispered and your hand gripped his shirt, pulling him closer, "I'm sorry that jerk said that to you," he continued and you wrapped your arms around him, head burrowing in the crook of his neck as another sob wracked your body, a somberful scream echoing onto his skin.

"I-I didn't like it, I didn't like it, I didn't," you cried, feeling hysterical, panicked, overwhelmed.

"I know, I'm sorry that happened to you, he's gross," and a hand was patting the back of your head. "But he's not here, you are safe, you'll be okay he can't touch you."

"I didn't like it."

Your cries continued, repetition spilling over and over again as you were held, brain mush as settings changed, feelings changed until you were wrapped in blankets tucked onto a mattress until silence broke into your cries.

Your eyes shut, you didn't quite know when, but it happened, must've happened because here you were opening them, cradled in tight grips holding you close. Your eyes hurt, they were sore when they fluttered open.

"Are you awake," soft, gentle and you knew this voice, it wasn't blurry it made sense.

"Yeah," you whispered and Suguru grinned.

"m'sorry," you murmured.

"What d'ya mean sorry, what'd you do wrong," Satoru was quick to grumble, chin resting on your shoulder as he scolded you.

"Nothing, absolutely nothing," Suguru answered for you, reassuring any thoughts in your brain, "that must've been tough, being told such disgusting things," he comforted, validating your feelings.

"It was weird," you confess, "to be told things like that."

"It's not just weird, that guy's a creepy asshole." Satoru insulted and you couldn't help but laugh at his anger fueled insults and you pat the hand he had around your waist, turning your head to catch sight of his furrowed glare.

"He's right," Suguru nodded, "but when things like that happen don't try and keep it from us, we're a team, let us help you."

"But I felt bad."

"For what."

"Well, it's just, he spoke as though Megumi was my kid but," you pause "I mean I get that we adopted him, adopted all of them but I'm just not used to the idea of being," and you sigh the weighted word feeling heavy on your tongue and the connotated meaning sent a discomfort through you, "a mom," you spoke.

"That's alright," Suguru assured, "it's hard to get used to our new life."

"Yeah but," you sigh, brows creasing and suddenly your eyes stung, "I just feel so awkward around them, I don't know what to do, I've never taken care of a child before let alone 4 of them and I haven't even got to learn because- because other parents they, they," and you started stumbling again, bringing your hands up to roughly wipe at your eyes, "they get to at least learn as their children grow, but they are all already in school and everywhere I look they say you are able to learn as they grow but I can't do that, I don't know what to do it's just," and you let out a frustrated groan, legs slightly kicking in anger. "I just don't think I can be the mom, the mom they need,"

"Sweetheart," Suguru trails off.

"They went through so much and I just can't be the person they need me to be, I can't be like all those mom's who are able to comfort their kids and know what they need, I can't be a mom," you confess, "I mean they are just so good at it, they are able to handle it so effortlessly. Even today that Sato boy's mom was able to comfort her kid, she was able to hug him and he turned to her for comfort, I can never be that for these children, I'll never be able to provide that support they need and I, I," you were running out of breath, your ramblings long as weeks of insecurity finally verbalized.

"You," Satoru stops you, "won't be able to be that type of mom, the type of parent who does everything so effortlessly," and his words seemed to bite but he continued, "because that type of parent doesn't exist, what you see online is manufactured, all those things you read are written in a specific way, no one talks about meltdowns or tantrums or their insecurities, but even if they don't mention it,  that doesn't mean it doesn't exist."

"Parenting is different for everyone, and it'll be especially different for our family, after all we have a learning curve to get over," Suguru cracked a smile, "but you are the smartest person I know," and his hand grabbed yours and your palm was on his lips, "you'll be able to find a lifestyle that works for you, you'll be able to learn how to talk to them, I know you will, I mean just think about today with Megumi, you picked him up from school, you were able to spend time with him alone and that was fine wasn't it."

"I probably got him expelled."

"And I would've instead if you hadn't," Satoru snapped, "now that he's already expelled there is nothing to lose when I crush that old perv's head." 

"Satoru," you whined, "you can't do that." 

"Well you threw a chair."

"I only threw a part of it," you huffed before resting your head backwards onto his shoulder, "I don't think I'll be able to do this," you sigh, "these kids deserve a mom who is good at their job, a mom who wants to be doing all of this and is able to do it with ease."

"But you do want this (Y/N), you stayed even when you had a chance to leave."

"Yeah but maybe I was wrong, maybe I was making a mistake. I was scared of losing you, I didn't want to break up, I was being greedy, I was looking at these kids and I could only think I could put up with anything if I could be with you. I was romanticizing this whole situation, I was dumbing it down, I haven't even done much and yet the little bit of parenting I actually do is far more difficult than I imagined. I just always feel exhausted, and scared that I'm gonna mess up and make them hate me, I just feel like some big burden in our family, you guys are able to handle it all, and I just hover around and-"

"What do you mean burden," Satoru scoffed.

"The only reason we are able to take care of them is because we know we can rely on each other, and you. Today didn't overwhelm us because I knew I could go on the field trip with the twins and Satoru could take Tsumiki to her art class after school, because we knew you'd be able to take care of Megumi, we knew you'd be able to take care of the loose ends." 

"(Y/N) we can only do this because you are here, the only reason I'm able to adjust is because I have you and Suguru as my 2 constants, you are a pillar that I can rely on and I want to be a pillar you can rely on too."

"I'm pretty sure it's a rock, not pillar." you correct but he only presses a ticklish kiss to the crook of your neck causing you to laugh.

"That's besides the point," and another kiss.

"Just remember," Suguru mused, leaning in to press his own kiss to your forehead, "take your time, you don't need to rush and try and become a person you aren't." 

"Okay, okay," and suddenly you couldn't stop laughing, Satoru pecking your skin over and over again, his hair tickling your neck.

"We can get through this together alright, remember you aren't alone," he mumbled against your flesh and the vibrations only further the sensation as you giggled, pushing his head away from your skin.

"Thank you," you could only smile, and it felt as though all your worries were crushed, in between their arms you knew you weren't alone, you'd be okay, you didn't have to be a mom, you could take your time with your learning. You were fine, you'd be fine.

"My face hurts," his little voice echoed and you raised your head, catching sight his mop of dark hair peeking in through the door frame and you sat up.

"Still?" you questioned, already to your feet, as you walked over to him, the once crusted over scab ripped away, beads of blood blotting his lips as the black eye only purpled even more from the last time you saw him, the bruises swelling stronger. "Did neither of you give him an ice pack" you turn around, staring at the two men who stiffen, Satoru's guilty look all you needed before you were ushering Megumi into the kitchen. You shuffled over to the freezer as the boy climbed onto the dining room chair, watching as you shook the frosted condensation off one of the ice packs before wrapping it with a clean towel.

You crouched down next to him, staring up at his bruised face, placing a gentle hand to poke at the swollen skin, grimacing as he winced, it really did get worse and you reached up to place the ice onto his cheek, patting his hand when he flinched. "Sorry I know it hurts, just hold that here okay" you tell him and he nods before you go and reach for the cabinet above the fridge, pulling down the plastic bucket of medicine, yanking out a bottle of ointment you had used earlier in the day, quickly moving to reapply it to his lip.

As you screwed the cap back on he only looked down, hands fidgeting as he opened and closed his mouth, hesitant to speak.

"Is something wrong," you tilt your head, trying to duck down to catch his eye.

"I'm sorry," he suddenly blurts out.

"Huh, what do you mean?" you smile "what are you sorry for."

"At school, they said mean things to you."

"That's not your fault," you shake your head, "and I'm fine see," you grin but he only turns away, voice lowering as he whispered.

"But you were crying."

"Oh," you hadn't realized he had heard you.

"You were sad," he mumbled, "because they said mean things to you, b-but they wouldn't have said anything if I didn't punch him."

"Hey Megs," and the nickname fell out effortlessly, "none of that is your fault, they are just mean people, I'm all better now, okay, so you don't have to feel bad, you didn't do anything wrong," you tried to reassure and you watched as his lower lip wobbled.

"Today must've been scary for you too huh," you ask, finally catching onto his flooding emotions, he was like you, trying to hold himself together until he couldn't anymore, and you watched as the first tear drop fall. He was crying, you froze, what were you supposed to do, and you could feel the hand you cupped on his cheek slowly dampen as you wiped his tear away.

He looked like you, so small, so helpless and completely overwhelmed and you couldn't help but think back to how Suguru and Satoru helped you, how they comforted you, now it was time for you to do the same. "C'mere," you whisper, opening your arms wide and he practically falls into embrace, his head resting on your shoulder and you sigh, listening as his sobs grew louder. He was scared, his fingers tightened around your shirt, holding onto you for dear life and you patted his back, trying to soothe him as you pulled him onto your hip, standing as you rocked him back and forth

"You'll be okay Megumi, I promise no one is going to get mad at you, you're safe now," and he hiccupped and you found yourself instinctively pressing a kiss to his temple as you bounced him in your grip, cradling him and as you lifted your head, you caught sight of two figures in the hall, watching you, smiling and you realized you could do this, you were doing it, parenting, the bonds you were worried about making were formed.

You didn't rush it, you took it at your own pace and you realized time will help you, aid you in your effort, and you hugged the boy tighter, you could do it, were were doing it, you weren't trapped, you weren't suffocated you were here, mimicking the love you felt, no not mimicking reciprocating it, you were sharing your own love with him as you comforted him, expressing your emotions as you patted his back, rubbing soothing circles as he cried.

"It's okay Megs, you'll be okay" you coo, you could share your love, you could parent at your own pace, you were able to do it. You were fine.

"We'll be okay" 

[is-the-sky-blue]

DINNER AND A SHOW: GOJO SATORU & GETO SUGURU

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, satosugu x fem! reader, pet names, heavy cum eating, anal, oral (f + m receiving), face sitting, squirting

Satoru has always been a fan of dinner and a show, never seeming to eat a meal without something to entertain his eyes, whether it be a video playing on his phone as he sat at the kitchen table, maybe actually at a restaurant with a performance being played, or back resting against the couch while he settled onto the floor, watching a movie with his two lovers while he shoveled the freshly made dish on the coffee table into his mouth and today was no different as he ate his favourite dessert in bed, sandwiched between his partners, a melodic soundtrack playing into his ears, a rhythmic slapping filling the air as he watched his all time favourite show.

Yes, Satoru has never been more engaged as his lips suckled on your clit, oh so excited as you rested your full weight onto his face, thighs caging in his head as you clenched with each beautiful moan, body fully relaxed onto him as he eagerly made sure not to let anything go to waste. Your swollen lips barely kissed the tip of his hardened dick, but he couldn't complain, wouldn't complain as your head rested on his pelvis, tightened hands wrapped around his base as you tugged him closer to your mouth, lapping up the endless stream of his beading precum, struggling to keep a consistent pace with your strokes as you whined, body jumping with each thrust of Suguru's mean hips.

His show has never been so captivating, your ass jiggling above his eyes as he watched Suguru's thick cock slip in and out of your asshole, the creamy white ring on his dick, slowly dribbling down as the cum of orgasms past began to drip closer to his face. He watched in anticipation grinning as he pulled off your cunt, holding you up by the hips as he leaned towards the falling cum, mouth wide as he stuck his tongue out, letting Suguru cascade into his mouth.

"You slut," the man snickered from above him, dark eyes peering into his blue and he could only smile with glee before pulling you back onto his mouth, relishing in your startled gasp as he ate you with newfound vigor, tongue pushing its way in, painting your walls with the cum coating his tongue, teasing eyes glinting at Suguru as the man could only sigh, speeding up his pace as he pounded into you, the slight bite he had on his lip indicating how Satoru's actions only furthered his lust. His fingers quickly found purchase on your hips, slipping right where Satoru held you and it didn't take long for their fingers to intertwine, hands holding one another upon your flesh as they ripped moan after moan from your pretty lips. 

"S-Slow down" you choked out and Satoru could feel the warmth of your tears begin to dampen his skin, head jostling as you recoiled from every push "You both can't- not at the same time, please" you began to beg, quickly losing your mind but your pleads only further fueled Satoru's mouth one hand slithering in to circle your soaked clit, rubbing frantic circles before you suddenly pushed away.

One hand planted on the wrinkled bedsheets and the other on his toned thigh, attempting to bring yourself to your knees, trying to escape their attack, hoping for a single moment of rest and he stared up at your soaked pussy, watching as it throbbed and he licked his lips, his lower face fully coated in you. He quickly found Suguru's taught gaze, his dick halfway out as you managed to crawl a bit away, legs trembling, struggling to carry your weight before the long haired man tsked, brows furrowing and Satoru watched as both his dinner and show tried to runaway before he had his full and watched the final act. 

"Just w-wait," you mewled, fingers clawing at the bedsheets as you tried to scramble away, the hands grabbing for your hips pressing bruises into your skin.

"Baby c'mon," Satoru is slurring, pout pulling at his lips, "just a little more, huh, f'me please, I'm not done yet," and he's reaching over, pawing at your thighs as one finger rubs over your folds. "She's still dripping, waiting for me to drink it all up," he whines, pinky softly rolling over your clit as he stared at the sheen of juices coating your thighs, pretty pussy visibly throbbing as he watched you slowly try to pull of Suguru's dick, white strings dripping slowly the further you pulled off.

"I'll t-take care of you instead," you try and propose, jittery fingers stroking up and down his shaft shakily, chest heaving and he stared at your titties, watching as the moved with each breath.

"You can do that while you are," Suguru finally spits out, slight venom tinging his words, anger spilling into his hands as the gripped your hips, yanking you back with haste, dick thrusting inside you with one foul swoop, bottoming out instantly, filling your guts without warning as he reclaimed his spot, body that was once resting on his tip now pressed right into his thighs as his balls slammed into your skin with such force, the wet pap of skin hitting skin filling the room "here."

Your mouth is open, eyes wide and glassy as you barely manage to choke out a moan, brain slow to catch up to your body as for a moment you blank out, pure white filling your vision as your back arches, Suguru's menacing grip only pushing it further as your tongue lolls before your arms give out and you slump back down onto Satoru, reeling, grip on his dick loose as you writhed above him, body shaking but he's quick to return to his meal, lapping up the sudden gush spilling from your cunt, pussy processing your stimulation better than your own mind could, reacting in kind as she dripped into his eager mouth. 

"What's wrong baby," Suguru coos, leaning down, pressing his chest onto your back, hands brushing away some of your hair before he nibbles at your neck, "thought you were gonna take care of Toru," he muses, hand covering yours on Gojo's long dick, squeezing tightly as he guides you up and down, watching as the tip twitched, pretty vein throbbing as he helps you jerk the boy off. "Spit on it," he blows into your ear, watching as you slowly process behind those fuzzy eyes, head moving forward before you let a glob of spittle drop between your joined hands, watching it move up and down and up and down as it coats Satoru's length.

He could only moan into your delectable cunt, vibrations sending your nerves into a frenzy as he felt the strong grip on his cock, his balls clenching when Suguru, leans past your head, tongue licking off the blob of precum, kissing his tip so gently before his hips start rutting into you. Bodies smushed together as he barely gets an inch out before pushing it right back in, filling you to the brim, grinding against you as he fucked his cum deeper inside.

"Sugu you c-can't, I can't," you whine, eyes losing focus as stars began to cloud your vision, cunt throbbing as any droplet that spilled was quickly licked up, "m'gonna," you warn, but a slap on your ass and a grunt into your pussy let you know that the cock jumping in your hands was going to cum before you.

"You should clean him up too," Suguru grins, hands collecting your hair before forcing you down, throat gagging at the sudden intrusion, tongue making quick work as you tasted the salty pre lining every inch of his shaft before you were bobbing up and down, Suguru leading you as he rammed inside, reorganizing your insides as your muddy brain could only follow his actions, leaving your body completely to your two boyfriends as soon with one final gag you were face down onto Satoru's pelvis, fully deep throating his obnoxiously long length as he prodded deep into your throat, white streams flying down as you squeezed your eyes shut, the moans shaking your overstimulated cunt pushing you over your breaking point and you are clenching.

Suguru can barely handle the death grip you have, your already tight ass constricting as he suddenly floods, greedy hole milking him for everything he's got as he sends a few final thrusts, watching as you come undone, pouring into a shaking mess as you give Satoru one hell of a final gift as you squirt, waterfalling as he doesn't let you spray your release, everything coating his throat as he chugs all that you've got. 

Man he really does love this, watching as your drooling cunt that he slobbered all over is licked clean. Staring as he reluctantly lifted you off his face, watching the mess torrent out of your gaping asshole, creamy white cascading down as Suguru slowly pulls out and Satoru merely hums, leaning up to catch it all as the dark haired man chuckles, angling his dick right into the excited boy's filthy mouth, letting him clean off the white ring staining his skin. The delicious sounds of his gagging filled the air as you caught your breath.

Yeah, Satoru realized as he comes of Suguru's dick with a pop only to lean up and lick up the remaining cum dripping from your ass, listening to your breathy mewl, he really does love a good dinner and a show. 

[is-the-sky-blue]

OVERWHELMED: GOJO SATORU & GETO SUGURU

Fluff, satosugu x reader, reader is called mom, papa satoru, dad suguru

You were overwhelmed.

The warm steam from the pot below you wafted up to your face, the obnoxious low rumble of the range hood sucking up the air as to not let your smoke alarm go off, yet again. The curry bubbled and you stirred the mixture of carrots and potatoes, leisurely. "Mom," it was a troubled call, you turned, facing the long haired child perched in a chair at the table behind you, her brown eyes glassy as she stared at the textbook in front of her.

You were quick to lower the heat, tapping the wooden spoon on the edge of the pot before settling it down on the handles, placing the glass lid atop the stainless steel before shuffling over to her, fluffy socks adorned with a strawberry pattern, given to you as a little surprise from an ordinary grocery run, protecting your feet from the cool tile. "Tsumiki honey, what's wrong," you coo, taking a seat in the chair next to her, the girl's lips pouted in frustration as she pinched her brows.

"I dunno how to do this," she points, pencil led prodding at the textbook pages scrawled in graphite, loitered with jokes and absurd comments that your dear girl would never do, knowing that this, probably twelfth generation textbook's drawings, were presents from students past. It was a math question, simple algebra that she was only introduced to yesterday in class, and your ever keen student was quick to do her homework on Saturday as to not stress out tomorrow, as her Papa promised to take them all out on a fun day trip.

"Let me take a look," you murmur gently, offering a smile to try and quell her irritation as you stared at the notebook pages, neat handwriting full of numbers interrupted as she tried to answer question 6c, smudges of pencil rubbed away by eraser staining the paper and you reevaluate the problem, carefully repeating it onto the sheet. "This one is quite tough," you nod, hoping to show that her struggle was valid, "but basically you have to-" you start, ready to walk her through the steps to find an answer when yet another call drew your attention away.

"Mom!" this time it was a wail.

"Just a second baby," you pat the girl's hair, "I'll be right back," you promise, getting up from the cushioned seat to step towards the living room, crying children hidden behind the couch, as the open concept layout usually allowed you to see all your kids at once.

You spot the two twins, eyes glassy as Mimiko held a doll tight in her grasp, body shifted away from her sister as Nanako crossed her pudgy arms over her chest, tearful glare directed towards the former.

"What's wrong," you murmur, sore muscles slightly protesting as you pulled into a crouch assessing the situation. Your usually two well behaved girls who generally got along with one another were fighting for the nth time today. They were having a rough time, both irritated, grumpy and getting on each other's nerves consistently on this somber Saturday

"Mimiko won't share," Nanako cries, rubbing harshly at her puffy cheeks as salt rivers stain her face, falling in large droplets. You are quick to tenderly grasp her hands, careful touches wiping away the dew. You turn to face Mimiko, knuckles turning pale with the death drip she had on the pink haired doll.

"You two have loads of dolls though," you try to reason, plucking up a different toy, presenting it to the red faced girl.

"But I want that one," she sobs, hiccupping and you tried not to sigh too loud.

"Mimiko," you call, the child pursing her lips as she turned her body away in defiance.

"I want a turn," she huffs when you don't retract your scolding gaze, "Nanako's been playin all day wif her," she shakes the pink haired toy, glittery strands catching light and you don't know what to do. Nanako was crying because Mimiko had stolen the toy, and you knew the girl had been politely asking all day just to be denied.

It wasn't right that she took it, you know that, but it also wasn't right that Nanako hasn't been sharing. You didn't want to just take the doll away completely, even if a nagging voice said that a mere threat wouldn't hurt, but the high percentage that it'd leave both girls' crying already gave you a headache.

They were just tired. Bad dreams plaguing them last night, preventing them from sleep, they needed a nap but wouldn't settle down for one, not even after being cradled and read to. No matter how many picture books you pulled out, or if you just tucked them into their beds, neither agreed to your plan and now it was too late, settling for a nap now would only result in the inability to rest when it was actually bed time.

You bit your lip, their lack of sleep also resulting in your lack of sleep, achy limbs tired as you shut your heavy fatigue ridden eye lids as bawling tears continued to drip, "Nana-" you were about to start only to be interrupted yet again.

"Mom," it was raspy this time and you heed the call, facing a sleepy Megumi, his face florid as sweat beaded on his forehead, duvet you wrapped him in trailing along the hardwood floors as he pulled it onto his shoulders. His spiky hair was slightly matted, eyes a little red, nose running. 

"Megumi" you coo, your sick boy padding to walk into your arms, falling into your embrace eagerly as he nuzzled into your neck, his cold nose making you slightly cringe as he burned up in your grasp, fever overheating his tiny figure.

"m'sorry," he begins and you don't want to question what happened as you wrapped the blanket tighter around his little form, "I missed the bucket," he confessed, his fingers timidly grabbing at your sleeve, toying with the fabric and you knew what he meant, the little stomach bug beating up his organs had made you gift him a plastic container for all his vomit. "I didn't mean too," his voice wavers, you could feel your shirt begin to grow damp but all you could do was hold him tighter.

"It's okay," you try to keep the irritation ebbing away at you from your tone.

"Mom."

"Mom."

"Mom."

"Mom."

They all needed you, tears falling down fast as different anxieties permeated your house, home full of grief as they each battled with different problems. Tsumiki struggling with her homework, Mimiko and Nanako bickering yet again over something trivial but huge in their little world, while Megumi tried to fight off a sickness but was currently losing, and you trying to grapple every thing, your sanity quickly slipping as their sadness poured into you, the tired little smiles you kept up slowly fading away as you could feel your own anxieties claw up your throat.

All your children were crying, frustrated wails, and you were barely keeping it together, clutching your son tightly as you tried not to fall into a pit of tears yourself.

You were overwhelmed.

Overloaded with tasks and duties, you had to help Tsumiki finish her school work, settle this doll dilemma, clean up the little mess Megumi made and still finish up dinner. Your list was all consuming, trying to drown you as your house shook, trembled.

Your family was having a rough day.

Everyone was troubled and you-

You couldn't do it all.

You barely registered it, chaos consuming your leaden muscles as you did your best to organize your frantic thoughts, but when a gentle hand is placed on your shoulder the tension in your chest, weighing down on you eased. "Let us handle it from here love," a sweet murmur, his dark hair was messy, result of a tough day at work but he was quick to roll up his sleeves, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple, soothing your berating mind and you could only nod, brain refusing to process an argument as he turned to the two twins.

"C'mere Megumi," your white haired counterpart now next to you, reaching out for the duvet coddled boy who merely nuzzled further into your grasp at the call and you can't help but keep him close, quicksand sinking limbs finding their way to cuddle him even further.

"It's okay Toru," your voice is laced with a slow molasses, tired dribbles as you mumble, blinking your stinging eyes, retreating tears falling back from your waterline, "can you just," and you bite your tongue, feeling a strange quiver form in your throat as an inexplicable lump formed, but he's cupping your face, squishing the fat of your cheek with his easy going toothy grin, pink lips parting to let an ever loving smile shine affectionately at your drained visage.

"Can do!" and he's popping to his feet, knowing your sentence without your words, upbeat aura exterminating the lingering gloom that held heavy in a foggy cloud from the ceiling. His call of Tsumiki's name is kind before he's taking the seat next to her, getting to work and slowly your growing checklist of tasks melted, shredding into tiny little strips as they rips apart the paper, taking a chunk to handle by themselves.

Your knees audibly crack as you stand, his warm cheek in the cove of your neck as he put up no fight to slump in your hold. "Let's get you a bath, yeah Gumi," you hum, body gently rocking as you pad down the hallway and towards the bathroom, light flickering on with a warm glow to paint the white tiles.

"M'sorry," he's murmuring again as you set him down, guilt ridden eyes swathed with remorse as you slowly began to fill the tub, squirting out some of the soap from a half-empty bottle of bubble bath, watching as white foam slowly floated to the surface, "I-I'll do better," he sniffles.

"You don't need to be sorry baby," you brush the strands of hair sticking to his forehead away, heat emanating from the slick sweat of his skin, dampening your fingertips as you gingerly peel the blanket off his body, pang of pity hitting your heart as he shuddered, "you didn't do it on purpose," you hum, "and all you need to do for me is drink lots of water, get tons of rest and get back to your strong and healthy self, okay my Gumi bear," you smile, watching the boy cringe at your little nickname.

"Don't call me that," he whines, voice nasally as you help him take off his clothes before settling him inside the water filled tub.

"Why not," you tease, turning off the tap but he could only puff out his chest, no reason coming to mind as he submerged his body into the water, steam slowly relieving his congested pathways.

"I- It's embarrassing," he tries and you coo with a sly little smile. 

"Are you embarrassed of me," you purse your lips in faux pain.

"That's not what I said," he rasps out, crossing his arms over his chest as he slumps his back against the porcelain, defeated.

"Mhm I see how it is," you sigh dramatically, snickering at his pout before you lean to boop his nose. "Will you be okay on your own," you ask the boy, observing as he picked up a cloud of soap and squashed it between his palms.

"Mhm," he nodded and you grin, giving him an affectionate rustle of the hair before grabbing the slightly soiled clothing, lingering smell of vomit and sweat clinging to the fabric of his pajamas as you stepped outside the bathroom, leaving the door open just a smidge as you padded towards Megumi's bedroom, the door wide open, readying yourself to untuck his bedsheets only to find his mattress already bare.

"It's in the wash," he murmured against the shell of your ear and you lean into his warmth, resting your head on Suguru's lowered shoulder, "do you need me to take that too," and his hands are quick to take the clothing from your grasp.

You simply shut your eyes for a moment, listening to his breathing, "thank you," you hum out when you blink open, whirling around on your toes to face him.

"It's no problem baby," and he's pressing yet another calming kiss to your forehead, easing the worries that had begun to clamber up your chest, "you should go take a break, I can finish giving Megumi a bath," he murmurs against your skin but you shake your head as he pulls away.

"No, I can do it," you affirmed, the worried look in his gaze doing little to force your hand, "I want to do it," you reiterated and his shoulder's slumped as he acquiesced, letting you have your way yet again.

"If you say so," he's sighing, "but let me know if you need anything, alright, you've already done a lot today, don't push yourself pretty," and he's kissing your cheek this time, flashing you an understanding smile but you are quick to peck at grinning lips, withdrawing much too early for his liking.

"I won't," you reassure, patting his arm, urging him to go and he chuckles, retreating back to the laundry room as you go to grab another set of pajamas for Megumi to wear.

Your heart felt a little lighter, the happy sounds of an understanding Tsumuki echoing down the hallway before she was sharing a high-five with Satoru, a resounding, elating smack reverberating as you take a small peek down the hall, her once pinched brows no longer furrowed with stress as your white haired partner thoroughly explained the topic in a way she could understand, patiently answering all her questions and kindly nudging her along the right path whenever she made a mistake. The sight had you smiling, there were no tears, no yelling, the image much unlike your childhood, her ability to even ask for help showing you that you must be doing something right, after all you didn't want her to face the same struggle you had when it came for asking your parents for any kind of assistance.

Turning back to the bathroom you nudge the door ajar with your hip, spotting your little spiky haired boy with a rubber duck in his hand, pushing it along the water and he's quick to stare at you, meeting your gaze as you plop the fresh clothing onto the counter. "Mom," he calls and the word no longer burdened you with such despair as it had moments ago, of course you loved your title, the very words being attached to you giving you an indescribably joy as your little found family discovered comfort in you as a mother figure, but you couldn't deny that a few moments ago the very call of that label had you broiling with stress.

"Yes love," you hum, quick to pull the stool over, sitting near the edge as Megumi glanced up at you, bubbles staining his fingertips.

"Will Papa still take me on the trip tomorrow," he sniffles, dry eyes blinking up at you with worry.

"Of course he will Gumi," you reach a hand out, petting his hair before cupping his warm face between your palms.

"W-What happens if I don't feel good tomorrow too," he whimpers, eyes going glassy as his lips pull into a pout and you could feel a little tremor shake your heart, small fracture nicking away at it as you pressed a tender kiss to his scalp.

"Then we'll reschedule it baby, okay," you murmur, staring into his heartbroken gaze, "it'll be alright."

"But I don't wanna ruin it," he mumbles so quietly, guilt ebbing away.

"Honey you won't ruin anything," you assure, "no one is leaving you behind, and no one will be sad if we can't go tomorrow, besides it wouldn't be fun if you weren't there." 

"Promise."

"I promise my love," and you interlock your pinky with his, rubbing away a stray tear that managed to fall, "now how about we get you dressed and back to bed," you offer, a gentle smile accompanying your words and he grins, nodding.

You were quick, drying the boy before pulling the dog themed shirt on his head, helping his arms through the fabric before tugging it down. "Cozy," you muse, fingers lightly tying the drawstrings of his fuzzy pants.

"Mhm," he hums, fast to find solace in your embrace as you carefully adjust him to settle on your hip, standing up. You survey the bathroom, empty tub still slightly foamy along the edges, drain covered in bubbles that you didn't focus on, preoccupied with dressing the sickly boy, the blanket he had dragged around, abandoned on the floor, crumpled in a corner, the floor slightly imprinted with wet footsteps.

You purse your lips, rubbing small circles onto his back as his face burrowed into the crook of your neck, dark hair tickling the skin but you pay no mind, occupied with your disinterest on cleaning the space, you had left a slight mess.

Shutting your eyes you sighed, maybe you could just pretend it wasn't there for a moment, you tried to offer yourself, turning to head towards Megumi's bedroom only to spot that his bed was still bare and you were soon painfully aware that both pairs of bedsheets you had used for his bed were now soiled and in the wash, the first set vomited upon in the morning when he had felt the brunt of his ailment clawing at his stomach.

You could feel irritation clamber up your limbs, leaving an unsettling itch in your bones as you push your weight onto your toes before rocking back onto your heels, uncertainty bubbling beneath your skin as your frazzled brain wracked for a solution. "He can sleep in our room for a little while," and the bubbles faded into nothing, heat of the element reduced to zero in an instant as your unsettled waters no longer even simmered.

His hand is on Megumi's forehead, checking the little boy's temperature while the other lay relaxed on your hip, leaving an assuring squeeze, "do you want me to take you Megs," Satoru offers, knowing full well he'd be denied, and rejected he was, the boy merely clinging to you tighter with a pout.

"It's fine Toru," you hum, his hands slightly fixing your hair before pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck.

"Alrighty then," he snickers, and you barely have to turn your head to know he and Megumi were sticking their tongues out at each other, "I'll go clean up the washroom then," and he shifts his focus to you.

"No that's alright, you should go rela-"

"I should be saying that to you pretty," he quirks a grin, cutting you off, "now go on," and he's shooing you away, hands on your shoulders before lightly ushering you out, "let me work," he tsks, opening the door, letting you walk into your shared bedroom before quickly scampering off with a cartoony whistled song.

You can't fight off your smile before shuffling towards the messily made bed, the rumple of sheets a painful reminder of your inability to focus this morning, waking up to sobs, the idea of making the bed no longer at the forefront of your brain, and it still wasn't. You collapse onto the mattress, lightly tackling Megumi beneath your body.

"Get off me," he giggles, squirming, fists pushing at your shoulders.

"What, you don't want my love," you gasp dramatically, peppering kisses over his face until he's shoving you away, hoarse voice laughing as he wriggles, crawling towards the head of the bed but you grab his ankle, "don't make me fight you," you tease, pulling him back, his happy little shriek of, 'let me go,' making you grin before you lift him into your arms, wrapping around him tight before squeezing him, planting one last firm peck to his cheek, his happy face lessening all your lingering unease before pulling the both of you beneath the covers.

"You're silly mom," he's snickering.

"Oh really," you laugh, resting his head upon the pillow, laying on your side as he puts his hand onto your face, pudgy fingers squeezing at your cheek, contorting your facial expressions, "I think you're pretty silly," you muse, reaching out to smush his face, his lips puckering as you forced him to look like a fish.

"Nuh uh," he huffs pulling away from your grasp before using both his hands to try and force your face the same way, and he's giggling.

"Nuh uh," you mock, "what do you mean nuh uh," you tease lightly tickling at his sides.

"Nuh uh," he shrieks again, squirming before burrowing into your embrace, putting an end to your attack as he cuddled close and you couldn't help but reciprocate. "Mom," he's calling again.

"Yes," you coo, running your fingers through his hair.

"Can we go see a T-rex." 

"Hmm," you raise a brow, "where'd that come from," you ask, slightly perturbed by his out of the blue question.

"Yuji told me at school that his papa took him to see T-rex bones."

"Oh, is that so," you coo, rhythmically patting his back, "we can go to the museum and see dinosaurs together when you're all better."

"With Tsumiki and Mimiko and Nanako."

"Of course, we'll take Tsumiki, Mimiko, Nanako, Dad and Papa," you grin, "so make sure to get lots of sleep and drink lots of water, okay."

"Okay," he's murmuring and despite his prior burst of energy his eyes were closing.

"Goodnight," your kiss his scalp, gently rocking his body and even though he drifted off you continued to lay there, weary limbs finally relaxing.

"Wake up love," you don't even remember falling asleep.

You blink your eyes open, "You need to eat." 

"Hmm," you groan as you stirred, staring at both their figures and you suddenly realize your arm's no longer hold the weight of a child, "where'd Megumi go."

"Asleep in his own room," Suguru coos, helping you sit up, thumb running over the apple of your cheek.

"What time is it," you ask eyes trying to adjust to the bright light of the digital clock on the bedside table. 

"9:30ish," Satoru grins, taking a seat next to you, "the kids are already in bed."

"Why didn't you wake me up," you yawn, leaning your weight onto Satoru, "I could've helped."

"You've already done so much today," Suguru sighs and you hum into his touch, "wanted to let you rest."

"M'sorry," you murmur, suddenly feeling ashamed.

"Why are you apologizing love, we are the ones who should say sorry," and Suguru is settling down onto your other side.

"We left you home alone to take care of all of them, it must've been tiring," Satoru is holding your hand, running his thumb over your knuckles.

"You had to go to work, it's fine."

"Regardless," Suguru tacks on, "but you did a good job today," he praises and you find yourself melting, lip wobbling.

"No I didn't," and a surge of sadness washes over you, your emotions taking over, "y-you came home and everyone was crying, I was going to cry too, and, and I didn't know what to do."

"That's okay my love," and Suguru is pulling you into his arms, "you did your best."

"But still."

"Baby it's hard looking after four kids by yourself, you did amazing, it was just a rough day," and Satoru is kissing your forehead, "we should've come home earlier but even without us you did great."

"I should've been able to handle it."

"You did handle it."

"I got overwhelmed."

"And that's okay," Suguru assures once more, "it's a lot of work and it's normal to feel that way, that's why we're here, okay baby, it's not your job to look after all of them on your own, we're a team, you can depend on us," he continues, soothing your anxieties, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. 

"My pretty girl had a long day," Satoru coos, lightly pinching your cheek, cracking a coy smile, "let's go eat yeah, I'll warm dinner up again," he grins, reaching for you, carefully picking you up. 

"I can walk," you protest, your arms snaking around his neck as he slid his arms beneath your bottom.

"And I can carry you," he sing songs, padding towards the door while Suguru quietly shushes him.

You were overwhelmed but Satoru and Suguru were quick to help you out.

[is-the-sky-blue]

DIRTY LITTLE SECRETS (PT 3): GOJO SATORU & GETO SUGURU

Synopsis: When you have questions about physical intimacy Satoru and Suguru are quick to answer them.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, satosugu x fem!reader, pet names, praise, teasing, fingering, oral (f receiving), finger sucking, penetration, unprotected sex, allusions to first times/ virginity loss, mentions of alcohol (nothing occurs under the influence), cum eating, marking, overstimulation, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, very slight degradation (reader is called slut once, affectionately)

Part 1 Part 2 >Part 3<

It was then, after a few months they spent thoroughly stretching your pussy, before they even dared to answer one of your dirtiest little questions.

"What would it feel like if you fucked me" 

But that wasn't only a question you posed but many of the other students on campus. You could hear it in the little slivers of conversations your eavesdropping ears picked up on when you walked over to the two boys as they waited outside your classroom, wanting to all check out a cafe that just opened up, Satoru's sweet tooth itching to try out the abundance of pastries and desserts. Your feet hitting the tiled grounds as you approached them, catching faint whispers of adoration as onlookers marveled their beauty, and at times you couldn't ignore the feeling of pride that you'd get knowing that those pretty lips people murmured about have touched yours, on multiple occasions.

When you were sitting in the lecture room awaiting your professors, you could hear poorly whispered words as girl's squealed, flushed faces speculating just how long both boy's were, trying to correlate it to their height and hand size and while their imaginations were left to run wild you sat there with an exact approximation in your head, knowing that while they talked about solely length width was an overwhelming factor as well, while Suguru would be considered decently long compared to the average size his girth was jaw-breaking while Satoru hit length out of the park with how absurd he was, he'd hit the back of your neck and still not be fully inside your mouth.

It was these piece by piece dirty confessions you picked out upon, and you could find yourself mentally answering almost every question you came across, while people wondered how they talked in the bedroom, you could hear their words in your ears as you recounted the countless filthy things they've spewed, while people pondered if they took aftercare seriously or just walked after they fucked, you were being coddled in bare arms while sitting in a porcelain bathtub knowing full well that if you weren't comfortable after they made you orgasm it only meant they were going to force yet another round out of you.

While you could find yourself knowing the response to every query, there was still one that left you stumped, what would fucking them feel like. Obviously you could speculate, knowing full well the answer would be mind-blowingly good, but your aching cunt could only clench around their fingers so much while you pretended it was actually their cocks.

You had it all, they gave their everything to you and yet you were still greedy for more, hungry for them to scratch this itch deep in your guts, answer one of your few unanswered questions you always barraged them with.

It was a question that hung over your head, flooding your brain even when you didn't call for it.

The night air bit at your exposed skin, coating you in a cloak of frost as your teeth chattered, arms wrapped around your torso to try and preserve your warmth, the sky swathed with darkness as not even stars could shine, the neon signs of the bustling building behind you and the many other buildings with bright lamps creating too much light pollution for the pin pricks to dot through.

The loud thumping bass shook the pavement beneath your heel clad feet as the music barely muffled behind the pulsing plaster walls, lingering scent of alcohol wafting through the opening and closing doors as bodies motioned past you, bright headlights of cars pulling up to the curb as group after group of party goers dressed in skin tight outfits rushed to get inside.

You were no exception, the short baby pink bodycon dress you wore hugging your curves in delicious ways as your slowly blistering feet slightly bounced to the rhythmic beats behind you, the rustling of foliage sending shivers down your spine as a gust of wind tussled through your still somehow immaculate hair, the squishy space of the club's dance floor doing little to disturb the look you curated at the start of the night.

"Hey (L/N), you doing alright," and you turn towards the door, staring at the face of one of your upperclassmen. his short cropped hair hanging to his sweaty forehead as the scent of booze carried with him as he approached/

"Yeah," you nod, trying to plaster on a smile over your tired face, not expecting the night to turn out this way as he stood a couple respectful steps away from you, "just waiting on my ride."

"What!" he gasped, "you leaving already," he exclaimed, "you didn't even get a drink in your system," he said it as though it was a crime, "c'mon we got a student discount, I'll even buy you one if you're short on cash, or even if you are... high on cash, my treat," and he reached for your arm, perspiring palm tugging on your wrist but you take a step away, yanking yourself out of his weak drunken grasp.

"I'm really okay," you politely decline with a shake of your head, and you could feel your phone start to vibrate in the small glittery clutch you held tight to your chest. Quickly you flipped open the clasp and took the device out, bright screen illuminating your face despite the brightness being turned significantly down, the buzzing of a familiar caller ID bringing a smile to your lips as you pressed it to your ear.

"Hello," you start, tapping your finger against your case.

"We're almost there," he said instead.

"It's the nightclub down on 7th right," and you realized that his phone was connected to the cars audio system as a second voice spoke up.

"Mhm," you nod, staring up at the street sign that stood tall, on a metal pole stuck in the sidewalk, a couple meters down, illuminated by a flickering lamppost, assuring the man for the second time that night that he hadn't got your location incorrect, and from your other ear you could hear your peer continue to talk.

"Well alright then," he sighed, "do you want me to walk you home at least, it's getting late," he offered and yet again you shook your head.

"I'm getting a ride, remember," you reiterate, shifting on the balls of your feet as he leaned against the planter pot of the large hedge beside the two of you, trying to keep balance on his drunken feet.

"Who are you talking to love."

"No one important," you reply dismissively.

"Oh yeah," he laughed from beside you, "silly me," he grinned, "do you want my jacket then, you seem pretty cold," and you could suddenly feel his eyes rake over your body, making you squeeze your arms around your torso a little tighter.

"I'm okay," you mumble, averting your gaze before biting at your lip, whispering into the phone "please hurry," you shiver, goosebumps prickling over your skin.

"Only a few blocks away," he reassures and you could hear the accelerator hum even through the phone.

"Are you sure you ain't wearing much," he comments and you shake your head.

"No I'm perfectly fine," you stand your ground, eyes lighting up as you watched a familiar car skid to the curb, pulling to a stop in front of you and the passenger side door flung open even before the vehicle's engine shut off.

White hair puffed against his head, feet stomping as they hit pavement and quickly you were covered in a warm coat, hands draping the fabric over your shoulders and you could hear the click of the car lock from over his shoulders, spotting the bright head lights turn off and another pair of quick paced shoes approach.

"Finally found you pretty girl," Satoru whispered into your ear, hands running up and down your frigid arms, forcing the warmth from the woven fabric into your limbs and couldn't help but ogle at the droop in his shirt as he leaned down to stare into your eyes, the first few buttons of his dress shirt undone, revealing the smooth expanse of his chest, tops of his pecs peeking out as he flashed just the right amount of cleavage. "You like what you see," he teased, capturing your wandering gaze and you brought an all too cold finger to trace his collarbone, his warm hand instantly capturing it as he tried to heat up the appendage.

"Mhm," you sigh, letting careful hands take your bag from you and you smile at the sight of his dark hair, inky locks rivaling the sky as it framed his grinning face.

"Oh uhm," you could hear a drunken slur and Satoru is pulling you away by the shoulders, moving you flush to his chest as he shared his body heat, eyes glaring at the boy who gaped at the scene, eying the two men who were quick to coddle you, "I guess I'll be going then," he mumbled, brows furrowed and you didn't meet his gaze as you opted to nuzzle into Satoru's warm skin, his fingers gently tucking a strand of hair behind you ear.

"Yeah you will be," Suguru replies as his loitering feet don't shift to leave, the boys mouth wanting to ask you yet another question but the dark haired man's words keep him quiet as he straightens his posture.

"S-see you later (L/N)," he calls out to you, not sparing a second glance as his alcohol imbued form stumbled back into the building, leaving you hearing Satoru murmur 'like hell he will' into your scalp as Suguru's hands find your waist.

"Thought you were gonna hang out with a bunch of people from your department at the pub, how'd you end up here," he murmured flipping you around so you were facing him, your back to Satoru as he leaned to speak gently into your ear and you couldn't help but relax into his touch. "Did you drink," he asked, your all too pliant form making him worry, hands running up your sides and you shook your head. Not bothering to answer his initial question as you shut your eyes.

"No," you whispered quietly, taking in a breath as you let their body heat warm you before you are blinking up at them. Satoru was dressed in a sultry little top tucked into his dark jeans, as Suguru stood beside him, in a form fitting black tee, that you knew was the one you bought him, his high waisted baggy pants a stark contrast that accentuated his figure perfectly, and you could tell the coat on your shoulders was the last finishing touches to his outfit. "Did you?" you asked, fingers, carefully reaching up to toy with the long hanging earring from Suguru's ear, leaning back to rest your head on Satoru's shoulder, watching as the glass gem glinted beneath the moonlight.

"Nah," Satoru mused as Suguru leaned into your touch, moving downward, and soon you were cupping his face, running your thumb over his cheek, "we were just browsing the night market," he explained and you couldn't help but smile, "got you a couple gifts," he tacked on, relishing in the excited glint in your eye.

"You didn't have to."

"Didn't have to, but we wanted to," he hummed, keeping the coat that threatened to slip off, pinned to your shoulders with his hand. "You look stunning tonight," his tone was low as he murmured into your ear, a compliment only for you to hear.

"Absolutely breathtaking," Suguru mused, slightly wetting his lips as he let himself freely explore your body with his eyes, admiring the art piece that was you, "that dress looks really good on you," he compliments, knowing that you enjoyed being told the outfits you've picked look perfect, but instead of basking in his words you had something else you were focused on.

"It'd look better on your bedroom floor," you teased, running your hands over the bone of his jaw, feeling it clench ever so slightly at your comment as he leans to press a kiss to your cheek.

"Oh really," he mused, "so that's what's happening," he grinned, fingers sliding down to cup your ass as Satoru slid up, thumbs running over the skin just beneath your boobs, "does my baby have a little problem she needs us to deal with," he asks, hands gliding dangerously low as you roll your hips back, staring up at him through your pretty lashes as though you didn't just make Satoru hiss at the sensation.

"Mhm," you sigh, leaning your cheek against his shoulder, "started missin you," you murmured, memories of standing the bathroom beneath the fluorescent lights as you broke away from the sweaty atmosphere, the dance floor full of grinding bodies as the upbeat songs turned more slow and loving. The dance floor no longer being a place for you as the soft murmurs and kisses around you made you only think of them, wishing that they were there with you to sway their bodies to the beat alongside yours, wishing that they were there to plant kisses along your neck beneath the dim lights. Suddenly your lips are pulling in a pout as you tilt your head back, "take me home," you plead, doe eyes big and round.

"Course baby," Suguru's murmuring into your skin, taking one of your manicured hands in his as he pressed a kiss to your knuckles, "want us to take care of you tonight," he asks, catching that oh so familiar needy glint in your eyes.

"Yeah," you are sighing and soon enough they are dragging you into the car, Satoru sliding in the back seat alongside you as Suguru reluctantly took the drivers spot and you purposefully sat in the middle seat, Satoru sitting behind the passengers spot as you both remained in perfect view of his purple eyes. The stark silence a beautiful contrast to the muffled thumping from the club, the quiet cushioning the pent up stress that grew throughout the night.

"Wanna tell me what happened," Satoru hums, the plush leather seats sticking to your bare thighs as your dress began to ride up, and you make no effort to pull it down as the white haired boy leant over your body, chest brushing against yours as you caught whiffs of his expensive cologne, the seatbelt clicking in place as he carefully fastened you in before sitting back in his spot, buckling himself in as you rested your head on his shoulders, the throbbing of your fluttering walls growing unbearable as you felt his hand on your bare skin, the car beginning to reverse, gear shift clacking into place as Suguru pulled out from where he was parked, the steady hum of the wheels against the asphalt a nice lull, "how'd you go from the pub to a nightclub," he chuckled, eyes alight with intrigue as he ran the heat of his hand over your skin.

"Well," you sigh, hand sliding atop of Satoru's hand forcing it palm up as you fiddled with his fingertips, "originally we were going to stay there for the whole night like I told you because they booked a big table," you started, "then they wanted to play drinking games nd stuff, you know like truth or drink, they even played a version of spin the bottle but if you didn't want to kiss them you had to take a shot," you could feel Satoru's hand squeeze yours tightly at the comment.

"Thought you didn't drink," Suguru murmurs from the front, and you could spot the way his knuckles turned white on the steering wheel, red illumination from the lights painting his face as he turned ever so slightly to face you.

"I didn't," you huff out a laugh, their steely expressions amusing, "I just went to the bathroom" and you could hear their collective exhale and it made you laugh, "you guys act like I'd wanna kiss anyone besides you two," you snicker as the car moved forward, the metronomic click of the turn signal humming as the vehicle switched lanes.

"Well I dunno, maybe you wanted to explore other options," you could hear the boy beside you grumble and you shook your head in disbelief.

"Why would I when I have the two best options."

"Yeah it'd be stupid to give that up," and soon you are smacking Satoru's shoulder at his remark, grinning at the way he laughed before you continued your little story.

"Well anyways I guess my classmates like to dance when they're drunk because then they kept dragging me to different clubs, that's why I kept texting you," you murmur, referencing the 4 different locations you had ended up sending into your trio's groupchat, keeping them updated to where you were as though you didn't let them track your device 24/7.

"You know that's not safe right," Suguru's tsking from the front seat and you pout, down cast eyes staring at the way you caressed Satoru's fingers, "how'd you guys get to all these different clubs anyways."

"Car," you mumble guiltily.

"You only have one close friend that I know went with you, and she can't drive, and we dropped you off to the pub," Suguru is eying you through the rear view mirror and you tense, "did you get into a stranger's car."

"It wasn't a stranger," you combat, "my friend knew him."

"Him," Satoru bites and you recoil a bit, knowing full well you were in the wrong.

"M'sorry," you murmur, "just didn't want to be the only one in my class not going," you confess, "but that's why I kept texting you where I was."

"I know," Suguru sighs, "but still."

"Next time you should just take us with you," Satoru cocks a grin and you furrow your brows with an incredulous laugh as even Suguru snickers.

"I couldn't do that you clingy freak," you snort, "it was only for members of my department."

"Guess I'm having a career change."

"Satoru," you giggle again, their carefree smiles loosening the tenseness in your chest as he squeezed your linked hands, shutting your eyes.

"But did something happen," Suguru calls your focus, "It's not that I mind, but why'd you call us to pick you up, seems like all your classmates were still ready to party," and his words reminded you of when you sat in the pub.

The dim lights casted long shadows along the worn wooden table strained from years of use, the warm illuminations burning from the wide bar chandelier, painting an orangey glow over the laughing faces of your peers that sat along the ever-stretching booth. The thin cushions of the seating pressed uncomfortably against your butt as it went slightly numb, forcing you to shift every so often as you did your best to appear interested, staring at the wide variety of half empty pints of beer and other liquors as you sat uneasily with your glass of water that most assumed was vodka or something along the sort, it didn't help that you didn't deny their false accusations, sipping lightly on the liquid as though it was an alcoholic beverage.

Loud voices boomed throughout the space, as wait staff paid no mind to your rambunctious group, that was wracking up quite the tab with round after round of drinks and appetizers with no real interest in buying actual meals.

"Say (L/N)," the woman who sat in front of you hummed, her painted nails tapping against the glass of her cup as she eyed you with particular interest and you nodded in acknowledgement, focusing your attention on one of the few people that took the time to spark conversation, your one close friend sitting to your right currently engaged in some other riveting talk, "you are friends with Gojo and Geto right," she mused, the clink of her tapping fingers against her cup calling your attention.

"Oh, yeah," you prove her question correct, "we've been friends since we were kids," you tack on to fill the silence that tried to make things awkward.

"Cool, cool, cool," she nods dismissively, clearly uncaring towards your little anecdote and you felt slightly skeptical about her intentions, "have you ever," she trails off, "been intimate with them," she bites her painted lip.

Huh?

The topic of her speech seeming the catch keen ears as one of the girl's sitting next to her darted her eyes in your direction, alight with curiosity.

"I mean yeah," you tilted your head slightly confused, "we hug and stuff," you weren't going to tell her that they've finger banged you on multiple occasions.

"No that's not what I mean," she shakes her head, "like sexually intimate," okay you sure as hell weren't going to tell her that, not when you barely knew this chick.

"Oh my god," the woman next to her gasps, face flushed as she grew beyond tipsy, liquor loosening her lips, "have you fucked them," she giggled making you recoil at her bluntness, "I mean if I was friends with them I'd at least try and ask," she smiles, eyes wandering off and you didn't dare to wonder what she was thinking, "they are so fucking hot."

"That's what I'm saying," the girl who initiated the conversation nodded along, "like they are super tall too so they've got to have like the whole package down there right," and she's looking back at you and you were staring into your drink, taking an awkward sip of your water.

Yeah they had the whole package, at this point they were the delivery truck full of packages with how absurdly big they are but you wouldn't say that, no chance in hell, you only hummed in a neither yes or no way as the two drunken girls fantasized about your friends.

"I can only imagine how it'd feel to be fucked by one of them," and that had your interest peaked, the question that lingered in the back of your brain forced to the forefront yet again and it hung with you all throughout the night.

"I missed you," you tell the two boys for the second time that night, shaking out from your thoughts, "people started kissin and then I started thinking bout you two, started wishing you were there, wondering what it'd feel like if you were dancing with me, grinding like everyone else," you confess shamelessly before fidgeting with Satoru's thumb as you felt him kiss your temple, reminding your cunt why she was crying in the first place, "when I was at the pub and even when I was at the club people kept bringing you up," you confide, pursing your lips as their eyes sparked with intrigue.

"Were you shit talking us love," Satoru playfully squeezes your hand and you shake your head with a laugh.

"I could never," you muse and you untangle your hands to carefully lift up your earrings to lessen the weight, your lobes slightly beginning to hurt, "only shit talking I do is to your face," and Satoru is reaching to undo the jewelry, "don't do that it makes me pretty," you protest but he shakes his head.

"Gorgeous the earrings only look pretty because you are the on wearing them," he flirts, sliding the gems out on both sides before placing them both in the purse he still held in his lap.

"Don't lose them."

"I wont," and he's pinching your cheek, "but what were your classmates saying then hmm, only good things I hope," the white haired boy continues as you lean into his touch.

"Very good things," you murmur, "kept filling my head with thoughts of you," and you brush the fabric of his white button up open a little wider before staining his peck with your lipstick, the vibrant colour a stark contrast to his pale skin, "that's better," you muse.

"Very good things," Suguru's imploring, "care to elaborate," and you can't help but bite your lip at the question, feeling your pussy pool just at the filthy thought.

 "They kept wondering how good it'd feel to be fucked by you," you say almost as a whine, thighs squeezing ever so slightly as Satoru's playful gaze grew a little more hardened, "made me start to wonder too," and your hand is tracing the dip of his collar bone as you could hear Suguru suck on his teeth, the accelerator humming.

"Did my baby's pussy get wet," Satoru cooed teasingly, hands sliding to your legs, tapping your knee and you oblige, spreading your legs wider for him, letting the fabric of your dress slip up higher against your hips as his fingers brushed just beneath the hem, dancing over your thigh.

"Mhm," you nod the tiny circle he rubbed on your skin only making your walls flutter, clenching yet again around air, "I don't want to wonder any more," you murmur, leaning into Satoru's touch, meeting purple eyes in the mirror.

"You want us to answer your question pretty girl," Suguru coos.

"Uhuh," you sigh, Satoru's warm tongue licking up the column of your neck.

"Want us to fuck you," his murmurs against your skin, "show you how good it feels," and you whimper.

"Can you do it now," you whine, his fleeting touches fueling your lust as he refused to dip beneath your dress and feel where you ached for them most, yearning for them to take you right then and there.

"Patience pretty," Suguru hums, "my girl deserves to be fucked comfortably yeah, not in a cramped little car" 

"Wanna make love to you," Satoru coos so gently it had you melting, "want you to see all of you while you cry on my cock," he murmuring, his hand holding your head as he pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek, "it's too dark to see all your pretty little faces." 

His lips pampered over your skin, preoccupying your greed with tiny unfulfilling kisses that only drove your hunger higher until you were finally pulling into the parking garage and he pulled away, staring at the painting he left on your neck as he unbuckles you, Suguru opening the side door and he helped tug you out.

It was quiet, your walk to the elevator, the chime of it's arrival never sounding sweeter as the three of you entered and you partially expected them to pounce right then and there but nothing. Suguru's hand was intertwined with yours but they didn't touch you, even when you pushed to your toes to press your lips to his he only gave you a sweet peck, "patience," he cooed yet again and he pressed yet another unfulfilling kiss to your pouting lips, "don't want anyone else to see the pretty faces you make," he's murmuring as he pulls away.

"There's nobody here," you grumble, annoyed as your aching core sobbed. He tugged on your linked hands, pulling you towards your apartment as the doors open and Satoru is punching in the code irritatingly slow as you shifted, impatient, "please," you whimper as the lock flicks open and before your eyes could register it your back is slamming against the door, feet stumbling into your genkan before hungry lips are on yours.

It's hard to process the sheer speed you were manhandled inside so you don't, closing your eyes as you melted into Suguru's lips, the feeling of another lingering set of hands, groping your flesh making you dizzy as he slipped his tongue inside, devouring you. You could hear the coat that once rested haphazardly on your shoulders clatter to the floor as you lifted your arms, snaking them around his neck, pulling him closer.

His lips were warm, soft, plush against yours as you zoned in on every last sensation his lips elicited, lightly sucking on your tongue before caressing it sensually with his own, your back bruising as he pinned you against the wooden door as he fidgeted and you could hear the clack of falling shoes but your strap lined heels prevented you from slipping them off so easily. It felt as though you could feel his heart beat against your chest, breaths moving in tandem as he pulled away, eyes hooded as he stared down at you with unfiltered lust before he's moving aside and you're being kissed again, nose nudging against yours before he angles his head in a way he learned to do after many years of practice, warmth fluttering from your chest to your core as he sang against you while Suguru took the time to suckle the tender flesh of your neck. You couldn't help but sigh at their actions, tongues licking gently as they explored already mapped out territory. Satoru's tongue waltzed in a little pre practiced dance and you nibbled slightly on his lip, knowing how to get that little grunt out of him. It felt surreal, his touches, they were all too familiar but just different enough, lingering with just a little more force, a little more greed. His hand slipped down to cup your thigh, lifting your leg up and resting it upon his hip and you could feel yourself grow dizzy.

Yes, you've kissed them both before but not like this, not once in your entire life had Satoru ever lifted your leg like this while the two of you kissed and they both seem to notice. "You like that baby," Suguru voices for him as Satoru squeezes the supple skin of your leg, teasing between kisses and you could only whine into his mouth, feeling his crotch alarmingly close to your pelvis. It felt hot... there was no other word your slowly muddling brain could conclude other than that, he was against you in a way he's never been before, his fingers pinching up your dress, letting it ride to rest atop your hips, panties exposed and you could feel the tent in his pants begin to grow as he rubbed.

"Aren't you wet sweetheart," 

"Fuck," you whimpered, eyes squeezing shut as he broke from your lips, crusade continuing down to your neck, head on the side Suguru has yet to mark.

"What's wrong love," he says it so innocently, but you feel him brushing over you, brushing right over your clit and your hands are fisting the fabric of his shirt, heart beating erratically and you are hyperaware of every last one of his touches. His touches that are leaving you air bound.

You yelp, surprised as he forces your weight against the door and he's reaching to grab your other thigh, forcing them both onto his hips, your cunt against his torso and you could feel the protrusions of his abs through the thin material of his shirt. You instinctively wrap your arms around his head that lifted to connect your mouths once more, Suguru's hands at your back as he pushed your weight forward, leaning you onto Satoru and you entrusted your entire weight to him that he carried easily, beefy arms snug against the plush of your thighs and up the curve of your ass.

You break off with a pant, brain fuzzying as you feel yourself move, a click and suddenly the dim expanse of your apartment is basked in a glow as his body rocked, carrying you effortlessly. You expect it in your brain to meet the soft mattress of Satoru's bed but you are violently made aware otherwise as you flinch in his hold as your warm skin met cold countertops. "Shh baby" Suguru is kneading your thigh as Satoru settles you down, granite or marble or whatever the hell they decided to line the island with, chilling your flesh.

"S'cold," you murmur as Satoru unravels himself from your arms and you can't help but admire the pink imprint of your lips peeking out on his chest.

"Don't worry we'll warm it up," the white haired boy promises and he tugs at your legs while Suguru presses down on your shoulder, forcing you to lay flat against the counter, lights above your head, that they refused to flick on lest the bulbs blind you, so they settled for the warm glow crossing over from the light they turned on earlier that lit the back lights of the living room that connected to the open concept kitchen.

"What does that mea-" you want to question but your lips screw shut the moment you felt pressure on your desperate clit and you underwear is being lifted, pulled taught, falling against your legs in a thong like manner and he's teasing the fabric between your folds, nudging your bundle of nerves.

"Isn't she glistening," Satoru's breath fans over your bare cunt and your walls are fluttering once again, making you roll your hips in desire.

"You'll get what you want princess," Suguru muses, holding you down by your hips as he leans to stare into your pillowy folds, watching as your slick dripped in your pussy before the fabric of your underwear is snapping down, making you flinch at the sensation, back arching slightly as you whine, hands curling into fists.

"You're leaking through your underwear," Satoru comments and you could feel his thumb run over your now cloth covered cunt, the sensation making trickles of anticipation thrum up your thighs that tried to close. "Keep 'em open," he scolds and you could feel all the fight leave your lower half as he pulls your legs wide, feet planting on the top of the counter as he spread you as open as you could get, and he's smacking your cunt again, relishing in your mewl.

"Dirty girl," Suguru hums, "my pretty little slut likes getting her pussy spanked huh," he muses and you could feel yet another sharp stinging pain slamming against your clit, the strange stimulation making you wince as pleasure dribbled in, the nickname he called you making you squirm, "my baby's getting so wet," and another slap.

You could feel your chest heave, eyes bleary as you propped yourself up on your elbows only to want to throw you head back yet again at the sight of the two hungry eyed men between your legs.

Hot breath fanned over you and you couldn't help the way you whined yet again, little tuts at your impatience as they began to suckle on your thighs, grabbing the flesh between their lips as Suguru took the left while Satoru took the right.

Their mouths were hot, saliva coating your skin as the varying sensations made you writhe, Suguru biting down, teeth marks indenting into your skin before his tongue is soothing over the pain like a healing balm while Satoru burrows, lips sucking hickeys onto your flesh, keen on leaving a little art piece as he sucks, and sucks, and sucks, and sucks, the sounds of his lips making you quiver.

You couldn't help but cry out as they continued their attack, forcing yourself to succumb to underwhelming pleasure as they left your throbbing little cunt untouched and she starved for attention, dribbling as she called for them and you felt ashamed at your body's innate response.

Small pants left your kiss bitten lips as they marred your legs with their little love bites, edging closer to the rim of your pretty pink panties, tiny little bow on the waistband. "I want you," you murmur as they teased, not kissing the one spot you desperately craved.

"You have us baby," Suguru hums slyly, sucking a bruise into your skin as his thumb rubs small circles.

"I want you here though," and you slightly lift up, hands reaching for his as you brought it to your cunt, rolling your hips over his fingertips and he smiled as they grew slightly damp.

"Aren't you needy," he snickers, letting you lightly hump his hand, flattening his palm against your clothed cunt as you squirmed your hips, the heel of his hand ever so slightly nudging your clit.

"Please," you whine, "want more."

"Clearly," Satoru is grinning, straightening his posture to look into your desperate eyes, "such a horny girl," he coos, "been thinking of this all night haven't you," and he can't deny the pride panging in his chest when you nod vehemently.

"Want you," you whine as Suguru swats your hands away, fleeting touches rolling your clit, doing nothing but enticing you more.

"You've already said that," he grins, mouth a babbling broken record as you begged and his fingers are toying with the waistband of your panties, pulling them slightly down, "tell us what you want, hmm, what do you want us to do," and you could feel your face flush, his familiar words reaching your ears as he tugged down your underwear tantalizingly slow.

"Wanna have s-" you squeeze your eyes shut, taking a calming breath as they stared at you, "want you to fuck me," you murmur out instead, somehow feeling less dirty even with the more vulgar word but your hesitance only further fueled their desire for you to say it.

"Fuck you how," Satoru grins, "want my to fuck my fingers into your cunt, hmm, make you cum and then call it a night," and he practically cackles as you mewl pathetically, teary eyes gazing up at him as though the thought of one orgasm alone was heinous.

"No," you sob, feeling the cool air hit your dripping cunt and Suguru is flinging the fabric elsewhere, leaving it to be found in the morning as now, his eyes trained on you, and you alone.

"Then what do you want baby," Suguru murmurs, leaning over you to press a kiss to your collarbone, "use your words and explain clearly or we won't know," he hums, vibrations thrumming down your torso and you couldn't help the heat that pooled just by looking in his dark eyes.

"I want you," you murmur, their brows furrowing in disapproval, squirming at the light pinch on your thigh and so you continue, "want you to have s-sex with me," you fumble over the word, confession falling leadenly off your tongue, "want to make love," you say gently, recalling the sweet way Satoru murmured it to you, "want you to put your cock in my," and you gulp, feeling embarrassment creep as you felt ashamed for not being as ashamed as you should be for uttering such filthy words in front of the two boys, "in my pussy," you mumble. 

"I would've just let you have it at sex," Satoru teased and you flush before he licks a stripe up your cunt, groaning at the taste.

"S-Shut up," you mumble in faux protest and his head pops up from between your thighs with a smirk.

"Gladly," and before you can even question him he's diving into your cunt, tongue lapping up your juices and you whine, not used to the sensation you've felt countless times at this point, your head is spinning as he practically makes out with your pussy, tongue delving in, pistoning itself into your cunt and you try to breathe through it, letting out every last moan knowing if you didn't you'd be denied any form of relief for hours. The torturous thought of being thrown over Suguru's thigh as he smacked your ass, until it bruised while Satoru would chime in every once and a while with a wet slap to your cunt, yet again making you squirm. 

You could feel the heels on your feet release as Suguru undid the straps quickly, fingers working in ways you struggled to do, often opting having him put your shoes on for you as it took too long for you to pin the strap correctly and he always did so for you without complaint, kissing your upper thigh and now he did the same, shoes dropping with a clatter as he pressed a kiss to the tender flesh of your hickey marred thighs until he leans even further to your dripping slit.

You mewled until you were moaning at the sudden foreign feeling. "S-Sugu," you breathe out, eyes wide as you felt his lips suckle at your clit, making you shudder, both their mouths on you, both sets of eyes on you, one leg thrown over each of their shoulders as they tugged your cunt closer to their greedy mouths.

"You like that, don't you sweetheart," Satoru mocks, "could feel your pussy clench," and you furrowed your brows.

"I said shut up," you whined and before you knew it your hands were acting on their own, reaching for his head, tugging him down by the air and forcing him to your cunt, keeping him snug against your pussy and you writhed as he groaned, pretty blue eyes looking up at you hungrily.

"That was hot," Suguru comments arbitrarily grazing his teeth over your little button, flicking it with his tongue and you squirm before you are removing one hand from Satoru's head to reach for his and he smiles before leaning closer, letting you thread your fingers into his long tresses, before you are forcing him into your clit.

Your legs slightly burned from the stretch, one resting on Suguru's left shoulder while the other rested on Satoru's right, their heads burrowing into your pussy as they drank up every drop, tongues lathering before Suguru is popping off you clit to lick at your folds, cheek pressed cutely against Satoru's as they slurped you up and then.

You couldn't help but tug harshly at their hair, surprise overruling you as you whined, their mouths soon joining, tongues delving into each other's mouths as they shift their focus from you to each other before soon going back to you.

You could feel it, their tongues brush against one another between your velvety walls and you couldn't help but squirm at the thought.

The small little knot began to grow in your stomach as they continued, sloppily kissing your cunt until she was drooling in their mouths, puffy clit whining at the sensation as Suguru's nose nudged ever so slightly against it, grinning at the way you gasped, their mouths melding against your pussy in a way that could only be described as perfect, slotting against one another like two, or rather three pieces to a puzzle.

"Sugu, Toru," you warn, feeling your tummy warm as your thighs spasmed, heels digging in between their shoulder blades as their heads prevented you from closing your legs, toes curling as you grabbed at their hair, Satoru whimpering against your cunt prettily the harsher you tugged, his sounds only further fueling the tightness, "m'cumming," until it was snapping, light orgasm washing over you like waves lapping at the sea but you spilled, essence leaking over their awaiting tongues as they devoured you in earnest, you could feel your chest heave slightly as they lapped up, taking turns suckling at your slowly overwhelming clit as they continued their ministrations.

You are panting, squeezing your eyes shut as you rolled your hips, their mouths helping you ride out the last ripples until you finally are out of the blissful feeling and now watching the two boys kiss, dancing precariously as they grunted, tasting you on their tongues and it only made you gush even more.

"My girl looks so pretty when she cums," Suguru coos, pulling from Satoru's mouth, sheen lining his lips all the way to his chin, hand untangling yours from his now disheveled hair, the style he tied it in now loose as strands fell out and he pulled you to sit.

"M'sorry," you mumble, raising to toy with one of the fallen locks and the laugh he lets out makes your tummy turn as Satoru stands only to lean into Suguru's embrace, arms encircling his waist as he let one warm hand planted against your thigh, "your hair is all messy."

"That's okay," he purred, kissing your temple, "if it didn't come undone now it'd come out later," he grinned, teeth grazing that sensitive spot on your neck he found many moons ago and you are holding his head close, basking in his warmth as you caught your breath and you could hear a metallic zip and suddenly your dress loosens, "but let's take this off now, yeah," he muses pulling away as Satoru finishes the job for him, pulling up the fabric that gathered atop your hips, shimmying it off your head as your boobs fell into place and you redden at Satoru's whistle.

"A set," he chuckles deeply, "did you plan for this," he muses, the pink lacy bra you wore the same colour as the panties now abandoned elsewhere.

"Yeah right," you murmur as the white haired boy pressed a kiss to your lips once more, a chaste little brush before he ogles you so unabashedly it makes you embarrassed, his hand lifting from your thigh to gently grope you, thumb running over the flesh that filled the cup perfectly. 

"You feeling okay," Suguru hums, caring gaze locking with your own and you knew what he was truly asking, could you keep going.

"Mhm," you sighed, tugging at the hem of his shirt, "m'not stopping until you've fucked me," you beam up at him, pulling him close so you could rest your head onto his chest, listening to his heart beat before staring up once more, "take this off" you yank yet again at his shirt before pulling at Satoru's as well, "I don't want to be the only one naked," you shift, feeling your slick begin to wet your thighs.

"Then take it off for me," Satoru smirks, tugging you to stand on the floor, your feet falling flat as you stared up at the two men who crowded you, body pinned between their torsos and the counter behind you. Carefully you reach out for Satoru's shirt, untucking the fabric before trying to work on the first button, focusing intently, blatantly unaware on how Suguru suckled Satoru's fingers for him as Satoru's sucked on Suguru's, soaking their digits with spit.

Undoing the very first button you felt a sharp intrusion in your cunt before two fingers were in your pussy, legs widening ever so slightly to accommodate their digits only to realize that each finger belonged to a different hand.

You mind felt blurry for a second at the thought of having both Suguru and Satoru in your cunt at once. "W-what are you doing" you whimper, biting back a gasp as their fingers worked in tandem, ramming deep into your gooey cunt as you fisted the fabric of Satoru's shirt.

"Just having fun," Suguru hums innocently.

"You just focus on what you're doing," Satoru grins and you jolted as he pushed against your g-spot.

"Fucking assholes," you squeak, feet pulling to their toes as you tried to lift off their now relentless attack, but they only followed you, sinking deep inside.

"What was that baby," Suguru coos, heel circling roughly over your puffy clit and you throw your head back with a groan, feeling electric spikes shoot beneath your skin but you try to focus on your own fingers, trying to pry each button open as they quickened their pace, forcing your toes to curl as you squeezed your eyes shut, teeth clenching as you whined in their grasp.

You wished you could just rip open his shirt but you couldn't, not with your mind puddling so quickly but to be honest even if they weren't pounding relentlessly into your cunt you wouldn't be able to regardless.

You tried to ignore the, pap, pap, pap, of your ass smacking against their hands, pace turning your legs to jelly as you tried to hold out strong, Suguru's hand on your waist, the only thing truly keeping you up as you whined out with every thrust.

"C'mon baby, thought you wanted me naked," and you shot a glare to the white haired boy who leered down at you sinisterly, grinning at the pretty little 'o' face you made as he added yet another finger, scissoring you wide. "What," he's laughing, "if you want my cock you'll have to be able to handle this much," his words sang teasingly, keen on messing with you as you struggle to undo his fourth button .

Your fidgeting fingers fumbling as you narrowly forced his shirt open a little more, his toothy grin adding fuel to your determination, even if their brutal digits was melting it quickly, as Suguru decided to join in on having two inside your cunt, as four fingers plunged deep inside your dripping pussy, body shaking in their hold as you grunted, your bra strap going loose as it slipped down your shoulder. You felt like you were melting against their insane speed, the wet, shlick, of your cunt pushing heat to your face as your breaths grew warm.

You squirmed, hips quivering as you tried to break free, but they continued their assault on your g-spot, slowly blurring eyes staring up at them as your head fell back, their conniving little smirks making you pant as Suguru leaned down to shove his tongue into your moaning mouth, suckling lightly on your tongue as he laughed at the feeling of your inability to kiss back.

"What's wrong baby, don't you want this pesky shirt off," Satoru is snickering, picking up his speed even further and you're whimpering pathetically, your cunt throbbing with wet sobs and you could feel yourself dribble down your thighs much to Suguru's amusement.

"Makin a puddle sweet girl," he's rasping so gently, "squeezing my fingers so tight," he murmurs and you try and steel yourself, pushing past your bubbling moans as you fiddled with the last button on Satoru's top, legs slowly burning as tingling ecstasy enveloped your entire form, sheer bliss threatening to consume you as your lower belly fluttered incessantly, the once foreign feeling of an orgasm slamming into you as they pulled you closer to the edge and then the button finally pops off and that overstuffed feeling is leaving you with one final thrust.

Your trembling chest shook with a heavy sob as your dewy eyes stared up at them with disdain, "w-why," and Satoru is shrugging off the sleeves of his shirt, tossing it aside as your doe eyes plead, walls clenching nothing but air as your shoulders shuddered with each cry.

"Good girl," Suguru hums into your scalp, petting your hair as he brings you into a hug, a warm embrace as he ignored the loosening knot in your stomach, the fuzzy feeling going stale and tears are welling in your waterline, falling in small streams.

You glare teary eyed, your anger pathetic as Suguru held you up so you didn't collapse to the floor as Satoru ever so kindly rips off the dark haired mans tank, revealing his rippling muscles, but even the sight of his god like physique doesn't quell the aching in your core, "m-more," you are whining, chin resting on his collar bone as you cried, "w-why'd you stop," you mewl, reaching for Satoru's hand but he wrestled in away, grabbing you by the wrist as he tilted his head oh so innocently.

"What's wrong baby," he coos so condescendingly, wiping your tears with his other hand and you only let out yet another cry.

"I was almost there," you whine, "why'd you stop." 

"Stop what," Suguru soothes, murmuring the words in such a way you almost thought you were crazy and he's settling you back onto the countertop, stepping between your legs to steal a kiss, "what's got my baby so sad,"

"You!" you exclaim with a whine, hand weakly swatting at his chest, "I was almost there, was gonna cum," you whimper.

"Oh really," Satoru muses, as though he didn't feel your walls flutter as he drove you to the edge, "m'sorry," he grins so unapologetically, licking off one of your tears before plunging his fingers knuckle deep again, force making you stutter as you gasp, short quick thrusts pounding before pulling out again much to your chagrin and his amusement, "did you cum this time," he teases, saying it as though he doesn't know the exact way your pussy squeezes and your hips rolls every time you bask in your orgasm.

"Y-You're so mean," you whimper, cheek resting against Suguru's peck as he kneads the flesh of your ass, abruptly picking you up, clit rubbing against his abs and you whine. 

"Awh my poor baby," he coddles you, cradling you in a close embrace as he pressed a kiss to your scalp, "let us make it up to you yeah," and you writhe with each step he took, your aching pussy running over his hard muscles as your overstimulated clit but still desperate cunt cried out for even more.

He splays you out on a soft mattress, settling you so gently instead of tossing you roughly as he's done many times before, letting the bed squeak beneath you before ravaging you roughly, but today he's much more tender with each of his movements, lips nipping at your neck as he unclasps your bra with practiced ease, tossing the garment aside as both of them dive for your chest, taking one tit in their mouth as they toyed with your nipples.

You hiccup at the sensation, cunt sliding against Suguru's still pant covered thigh as they sucked on your breasts gently, taking it at their own pace and you sigh with every roll over their tongue, fingers in their hair, relishing in the way Satoru bites down with a hiss at every tug, his sensitive scalp fun to tease and you groan as they coat you.

Suguru pulls at your nipple before letting it jiggle back into place, staring up at you, fingers collecting your slick as he pushes them in with languid thrusts, greedy hole taking every ounce of attention he gives, "are you ready," he murmurs tenderly, carefully, the teasing tone he once used as him and Satoru mercilessly attacked you no longer lingering as he held you gently, trying to quell your fears.

"Please" you mewl, rolling against his thigh as you stare at the two of them desperate, "I want to feel you," you whine, eyes pinching shut as he circled your clit, "please just fuck me," you beg pathetically and his adam's apple bobs as he stares at your vulnerable form, naked and sweaty, covered in little marks of adoration as your dripping little pussy pooled over the sheets.

"Are you sure," he mumbles with uncertainty, "we can make you cum again," he offers, eyes swimming in hesitance, careful words greeting your ears, "stretch you out for as long as you need," and he's wiping at your stray tears .

"Don't force yourself if you aren't ready (Y/N)," and Satoru uses your name, the syllables sounding foreign on his tongue as he grew accustomed to using an abundance of praising pet names.

"I want it," you assure, hands cupping both their faces, "I promise I'm ready," and it's you quelling their fears, "just," you pause, "go slow," you plead and Suguru smiles so gently it had you puddling in his hands.

"Of course," he sighs, "if don't like something I'm doing, say green," he starts and your eyes widen slightly, "if you want me to slow down or stop, say yellow, okay," and you nod, he was telling you safe words, laying out the ground rules, "and if you need me to stop completely and remove myself, say red, alright," and his tone is serious, no playfulness as he stares deep into your eyes, making sure you were paying attention, "you got that," and you nod, "words."

"Yes Sugu," you mumble, heart beginning to thump at his tender care.

"Promise to use them if you need to all right."

"Yes."

"We won't be mad," Satoru tacks on, eyes swimming with worry and you find yourself puffing out a laugh.

"You guys are acting like you'll break me, I'm not made of glass," you beam up at them, their toned muscles not scaring you off, "besides I know you won't hurt me," and their affectionate gaze had your heart skipping a beat.

Carefully you watch as Suguru unbuckles his pants, fabric dropping to the floor alongside his boxers, and he's staring at you, your chest rising and falling as you admired his dick, it was long and thick and the thought of it going inside your cunt had you quivering.

Satoru is gently cupping your face, hand grasping one of yours as he soothes you with soft kisses as Suguru's fully erect cock sprung painfully hard, his own member going ignored as he pecked your stress pinched face, "we'll take care of you," he's murmuring into your skin, coaxing out your strangled gasps as Suguru rubs himself over your slit, coating himself with your slick, his pre breading on the tip mixing with your mess as he nudged your clit shaking a whimper that Satoru attempted to calm.

"I'm going to put it in," he tells you, lining his cock up at your entrance and you nod, feeling a strange anxiety that Satoru instantly soothed only for the unease to wash over you, waves of nerves crashing into the shore before he forced them back to the sea.

"Okay," you murmur, eyes trained on his and then you felt it, an undeniable delicious stretch as his tip dips inside. "Oh fuck," you yelp, hand reaching out to intertwine with Suguru's holding both his and Satoru's tightly as they grounded you, tethering your mind as he pushed in, head inserting as you bite your lip, breathy mewls breaking past your parted lips as Suguru halts, letting you take in the feeling.

"Good job baby," Satoru is humming, licking at your chest as it huffed, your fingers tugging at Suguru's and he slowly pushes in further, your pussy squelching as he groaned, brows pinching as your velvety walls were snug around him, enveloping him tightly in your warmth as you clenched.

"Fuck sweetheart," he curses, "squeezin me too tight," he grunts, sweat building on his brow as your greedy walls took him in deeper, accommodating him quickly as he pressed kisses to your cheeks, staring at the way you slowly came undone, your trembling fingers shaking in his grasp as your flushed face whimpered, lips parted as you cried.

"S-sorry," you murmur out and he's shaking his head.

"No baby girl you're doing so good," he grunts as your gummy walls clamp down, "taking me so well, making me feel so fucking good," he groans feeling you flutter, his praises soaking you further.

"Making you feel good," your pouty lips ask as though you were questioning your own abilities and he's pressing a kiss to them

"Amazing," he reiterates, punctuating the syllables as he delved in deeper, strained grunt falling from his lips as he relished in your sinful moan.

"How much more," your stressed, eyes coating with a fresh sheen as you stared at both their faces, his dark hair falling down in a dark waterfall as pink lips sucked on your perky nipples and pressed kisses to your neck, distracting you from any pain as Suguru halted and you could feel every last ridge of his dick inside of you.

"M'not even half way," Suguru confesses and you are mewling. 

"Fuck," you curse, "why are you so big," and the comment makes him swell, twitching in your cunt that instinctively squeezed in response, eliciting yet another breathy grasp from his lips

It burned as he stretched you out wider than both their joined fingers ever have, it felt like your cunt was aflame but their touches were cold, soothing your skin. The little circles Satoru rolled over your nipples had you hiccupping as you tried not to writhe, scared of somehow taking in too much all at once.

"Focus on your breathing baby," Satoru's voice is light in your ear as Suguru pushes in further, the air in your lungs struggling to circulate.

"I k-know but," you are whimpering, trying to calm this feverish feeling as all your focus stuck right to where you connected with him, and to think you were scared to masturbate at some point, "fuck, fuck, fuck," you groan, tears spilling from your eyes.

"Do you want me to slow down," he's asking from above you, his arms caging you in, securing you in a little cocoon and all you could feel was them, no other sensation processed in your bleary mind as you shook your head.

"No," you gasp, Satoru's hands running over your waist as Suguru gently strokes your cheek, "J-just keep going please," you choke, your plea forcing him deeper, "if- if," you pant, "if you don't do it now, I don't think I ever will," you whine as he nudges your g-spot, high pitched moan breaking past you lips and your back is arching, forcing your tits into Satoru's mouth as you begin to see stars, "p-please."

You were begging so beautifully for him, his cock inching inside slowly as your hands slipped from his, to fisting the sheets beneath you as you cried, he so badly wanted to snap a picture to never forget this moment, wanted to live in this sensation forever as you weeped, squeezing him tightly while his other lover suckled you so tenderly, showering you with affection. He could feel his heart constrict, the sight making him jump at the painting beneath him, hair blocking his peripherals as all he focused was on you, watching the way your face contorted, pain overpowered by pleasure as you sobbed, taking him deep within you.

"P-Please just, ngh- oh fuck, p-please just give it to me," you whimper, hand reaching up for his head and he leans into your desperate touch, falling onto your swollen lips as you tried to kiss him, forcing your desires into his mouth as he groans, your lips sucking him in just as greedily as your lower lips and he's bottoming out.

It was an easy thrust in, your soaking walls hungrily opening for him and you're moaning, gasping, writhing as you feel his balls rest heavy against your ass, "Suguru" you are mewling his name so prettily, your hips rolling, cunt squeezing, and he's soon realizing a small orgasm is washing over you, a tiny little coil snapping but it was an orgasm nonetheless, your hips grinding against him as you cried out, heavenly chest heaving and they stare at you in awe, watching as you writhe on his dick, feeling you clamp down impossibly tight.

"Did you cum pretty girl," Satoru is grinning, staring deep into you with a lovestruck gaze and your face is burning as you nod bashfully.

"Mhm," you murmur, lip wobbling as you catch your breath and Satoru is unclenching your fists from the sheets, slithering your hands over his shoulders.

"Don't be afraid to scratch his back baby," the white haired boy coos into you ear and Suguru could feel you physically tighten at his words, making him grind his teeth.

"I- don't want to hur-"

"You won't hurt him," Satoru is reassuring you and he could feel Satoru's lithe fingers unclench your white knuckled fists, trailing your nails over the toned muscles in his back, "if any thing it'll make him feel better," he's blowing a gust of air over the warm shell of your ear and you are squirming, clit rubbing against his pubes as his pelvis is snug to your body, legs resting on his hips as he stands fully inside you, letting you feel every last inch of his hardened dick, letting you cockwarm him as you cry, nails raking down his skin in pleasurable little stings.

"S-Suguru," you continue to cry, feeling unbearably full, the curve of his dick rubbing right against your g-spot, every jump of his dick making your breaths stutter. The longer you waited the longer you still felt stuffed, you expected to grow accustomed to it but be was pressed deep inside your cunt, rearranging you to fit him, molding you perfectly to his size as you sweat, feeling droplets slide down the curve of your neck as you stared deep into his hooded, purple, eyes and finally you understood what people meant when they said bedroom eyes, his dark gaze sending pinpricks up your skin.

"Is he deep inside you baby," Satoru is humming, thumb brushing your falling tears, blue catching yours with a deep seated lust.

"Mhm," you whine, biting at your lip as you stare at the lipstick mark staining his chest, watching as it rose and fell with every breath, eyes trailing to the hardened member springing in his pants, he was horny because of you, he was horny by watching the two of you, it had you dripping. 

"Where do you feel him love, all the way in here," and his long hand is pressing at your stomach and you're gasping, palm pushing you deeper into Suguru, forcing your walls to contract ever tighter and perspiration is beading off his brow, lips trembling as he grunted from above you, the pressure of Satoru's hand against you both sending the two of you spiraling into overwhelming sensations. "How does she feel, huh Sugu," he's breathing against the shell of his ear, leaning up to tuck dark locks away from his face, "she squeezing you tight, bet she's warm and wet," he's pressing a kiss to Suguru's jaw, making you mewl at their chaste kisses, a devastatingly sensual film portraying in front of you, as Satoru peppered kisses down his neck, hand slipping dangerously low to where you joined and your thighs shook, trembling as you cried out, his long finger circling slowly over your abused clit, toes curling as Suguru's deep growl had you sobbing into the heated air.

"Satoru," you're whining, his languid little rubs turning your tummy as you sat perfectly tight around Suguru's aching cock, the realization feeling surreal.

"Don't you feel so good baby," Satoru continues, "don't you want to feel him move," and his thumb is tugging at your lip, prying it from your teeth, "c'mon put on a show f'me," and you are nodding, gushing at the thought of him enjoying the sight of you two.

"Sugu please," you beg, eyes alight with desire and who was he to deny your calls, gently rolling his hips, watching as you wept , pulling out ever so slightly before filling you to the brink once more, shallow thrusts filling your drooling pussy.

He was slow, lazy little thrusts delving into your cunt but you moaned at each one, gripping onto him tightly, pulling him close as he filled you. "There you go love, taking me so well," he's praising, kissing away a tear, hips slapping against your thighs, flesh reverberating as he took you tenderly, gathering every ounce of self control not to pound into you and make you scream out his name, your gummy walls sucking him back in, crying for him to come back with every inch he takes out. He was mesmerized, his dick coming out wetter with each thrust, sloppy little cries of your dripping cunt shaking around the room as you squelched for him, every little thrust had him grunting, your sucking hole keeping him tight, refusing to let go even if you knew he was just going to stuff you up once more.

"Oh- ngh," you were crying, mixture of moans and sobs as he hit your g-spot with every last thrust, hips angled as he purposefully shifted in such a way, maximizing every spark of pleasure dripping from your cunt. "Suguru," you were whimpering and he twitched as you said his name through those puffy lips of yours.

You felt out of breath, each shove of his hips knocking the air right out of your lungs and while you listened to Satoru's soft words, the overwhelming waves of satisfaction knocked all reason out of your brain each time, he was hitting you soft and slow but made your nerves wrack with pleasure all at once, it was ethereal, your expectation of pain was overshadowed by his soft grunts, sweat beading on his brow as his dark hair swiveled with each overpowering thrust. You could see it in his face, the foreboding lovestruck gaze as he gave all of himself to you, vulnerable and weak, he let you witness him bare with no restraints, the mind muddling words he whispered into your ears, praises upon praises making you gush with no remorse as wandering hands groped and pinched earning whimpers and whines.

Your chest was slick with saliva, white tufts of hair peeking into view as he suckled so intently, murmuring kind sentences as he fueled your never ending lust, his heart thumping erratically as he stared into your unfocused eyes, watching as you succumbed to the pleasure eating away at your nerves, every last reservation flying out the window with they way you erotically moaned and writhed, nails raking down Suguru's back as you tried to grapple onto your sanity, legs curling, feet pressing on his ass to force him back in, ravenous for his touch, to feel remarkably full.

Satoru could only snicker at your faces as he pressed his hand down onto your stomach, admiring the was you hissed, droplets spilling further down your cheeks as they pleasured you to lengths your mind could not comprehend, you had heard about bad sexual experiences but this was far from one of them, their carefully curated words and precise touches making you shudder and with each grip of your cunt Suguru groaned.

"S-Satoru," Suguru choked out, feeling you try and squeeze the life out of him, "you want to have a taste," he's offering, eyes swimming with unfiltered adoration as he fell in love all over again with not only you, but your body, your ability to make him feel such sensations without even trying. "Do you want that baby, huh," he's growling from above you, "want to let Satoru feel yo- oh fuck-" he grunted, words catching in his throat as you grip impossibly tighter, "guess you like that idea," he's grinning and you're panting, one hand coming to stroke at his reddened cheeks, your eyes pinching shut as he slammed into you once more.

"Just a little longer," you whine, "I won't c-cum yet, but f-fuck me a li-little longer," you plead, glassy eyes turning to stare at Satoru as you clung desperately to Suguru, "w-wait please" you whine, not wanting to let go, you wanted them both, wanted to try both their impossibly huge dicks but you knew that if you let Suguru go now you wouldn't feel him for the rest of your night, you knew that whenever your orgasm inevitably crashed upon you, you'd be out of the game so you had to force yourself to hang on, keep yourself from falling off the cliff.

"Love on Suguru as much as you want baby," he's whispering into your ear, deep drum of his voice sending pin pricks up your skin, "I don't mind," and he flashes you a bright toothy grin ,"I'll be here when you're ready", and you are thankful he's so understanding, that even with his greedy tendencies he was so willing and patient with the two of you, so respondent to your needs, so eager to share, happy to sit back and watch while he let his hands roam, touching your plush skin to his hearts content, feeling him already begin to grow love drunk off of merely hearing the symphony of songs his two lover sang into his ears.

You smile at him so tenderly it has him leaning in for a kiss that you struggle to reciprocate but bathe in nonetheless, letting yourself be showered in their abundant affections and as he pulls away he almost loses it on the spot as you begin reeling, eyes rolling back as you moaned loudly, large, smack, reverberating as Suguru pulled his entire length in before driving inside with such force your entire body trembled, body jerking  as your back arched and then he's doing it again, forcing you empty before ramming right against your g-spot, hitting it so perfectly that your limbs begin to melt, fingers grabbing and flexing, no longer knowing what to do as shockwaves rippled out through your figure.

"Oh, fuck -god Sugu, Suguru," you are crying, arms snaking around his neck to pull him into a tight embrace, rolling hips never ceasing as he's flush against you, chest to chest as Satoru toys with your hair, kisses touching your forehead as you try to find some form of clarity in the jumbled mess of your vision.

"You like that my pretty girl," and he's doing it again, your entire body quaking as you jolted, "pretty pussy squeezin me every. single. time." and he's punctuating his words with pistons of his hips, thrusts slow but rough as he kisses you so tenderly you were malfunctioning, his touches light but his thrusts monstrous.

"Sugu y-you hafta stop," you're writhing, clawing at him as Satoru started rolling your clit, pleasure attacking you as you whined, "m'gonna cum, gonna," you tearfully admit as Satoru is licking off the salty rivulets.

"Then cum baby," he whispers, "let go for us."

"B-But."

"Let Suguru feel you pussy clench around him as you orgasm, yeah pretty girl," and he's rolling your clit quicker, forcing you to the edge and the, pap, pap, pap, of Suguru's thighs hitting your ass echoed out into the room, the wet shlick and whimpers of your cunt sending your vision fuzzy as hands tweaked and rubbed.

"I-" you whimper as Suguru pushes you to your unbelievable climax, legs shuddering as you begin to fall, knot snapping, waves crashing, lights flickering beneath your skin, bulbs shattering from the growing heat and you are orgasming, cumming harder then you ever had before as he's undoubtedly fucking you through the sensation, hips rolling as he groans and you could barely hear a word, sinful noises falling deaf upon your cotton plugged ears as electric currents swam out from your dripping cunt.

Your toes are curling, fingers pulling into fists, as you shudder, dissolving into your crashing orgasm, white lights clouding your vision as you gasp quietly, lips parted in a silent scream as he rocks you over, and over, and over again, body tingling as you ride it out before suddenly you are, groaning, whining, mewling, pornographically moaning, sound after sound spilling from your lips as your sudden high begins to slow, but his hips are moving, he's moaning above you and you could feel him jump, dick jerking ever so slightly as his thrusting hips are chasing his own high, pace frantic before there's a stutter and he's cumming, your hips rolling against his as you slowly fell while he was at the peak.

It was hot, thick spurts filling your cunt and you could only clench as you milked every lost drop, taking everything he gave you as he filled your ravenous cunt, greedy gummy walls sucking until he had nothing left to give and he's panting, chest heaving and the two of you are left, heavy breaths filling the space as you pant in tandem and you shudder at the wet feeling of Satoru's tongue, lapping up your mixed juices.

"Suguru you're are spilling," he coos against your skin, tongue slurping before he's kissing up you body while Suguru's lips are hot on your own. 

"So good baby, so fucking good," and they fill your bleary brain with consistent praise but despite your cunt aching she was still greedy for more, and so your hands are leaning for Satoru, palming the large tent staining the front of his pants wet.

"Mo-More," you are gasping.

"Pretty girl don't push yourself," he's grabbing your fingers and you shake your head at his concerned blue eyes. 

"Satoru give it to me, please," you whimper, "please, please, please, fill me up," and Suguru is chuckling from above you, kissing your cheek before he's slowly pulling out, but your legs constrict around his torso, body and mind fighting as your greed wanted to give you Satoru but your cunt refused to fall empty.

"Baby," Suguru's cooing so gently, "let me go yeah, let Satoru have a taste, you want him too don't you, begging so nicely," and his thumb is running over your cheek, one hand coming to untangle your legs and every inch out is eliciting a reluctant whimper, tears welling. "Toru's gonna fill you up so well after baby, just a couple seconds is all," and he's dragging himself out, walls trying to trap him between your thighs but his urge to see Satoru fuck you was far too strong to succumb to your whims, he wanted to know what types of face his companion would make and soon he's fully out, leaving you writhing on the sheets as his eyes watch his cum slowly spill from your lips, fingers parting your folds as he watched white dribble out from your thighs, staining the sheets.

"My baby is so hot," Satoru whimpered, thumb rolling at your cunt, relishing in the way your walls clenched and more of the little gift Suguru left behind for you leaked out.

"Toru," you're whining ,fingers grasping, pulling him closer as your sweaty and jittery legs wrapped around him, sucking him close, trapping him to your body, but he doesn't mind, no not at all, he loves it all, from the way Suguru is pulling of his pants for him, to the way his large hand is stroking his dick, Suguru's chin resting on his shoulder, dark hair tickling his skin as he collects some of your slick before rubbing it over his dick, and Suguru fisting him, coating him in the mixture pooling between your thighs and suddenly you're gasping as Suguru lines him up, teasing his tip between your folds, and Satoru is whining, heavy hands controlling his movements, setting him up, pushing him in and he's moaning, mewling as you grab onto him, velvety walls warm and tight as Suguru is forcing him further, slowly inching his dick inside and he watches as your eyes roll back, bathing in the slow entrance as he filled you, up, and up, and up until you're clawing at his back.

"He's still got more left baby," Suguru is laughing and you are crying, his head already so far into your stomach and yet he still has so much left while Satoru is squeezing his eyes shut, trying not to blow his load immediately into your soaking and squeezing cunt. 

You are writhing by the time he's bottoming out and the white ring at the base of his dick made him grow even harder. "That's a good girl," Suguru is praising, thumb rubbing over your hip bone as Satoru struggled to remain composed between your thighs and he's wondering how Suguru had lasted so long, especially with how every clench of your walls made him jump, before you are wrapping around him even tighter, "look at you taking every last inch of our little angel's long cock," Suguru's smiling, pressing a kiss to your cheeks that were dribbling with even more tears, eyes beginning to grow sore as the salty rivulets persisted.

He can't think, not with the way you are hugging him so tightly, the fit so snug it had him seeing stars and you're no better, greedy post-orgasmic cunt weeping but clinging tightly, desperate for more, your brain is no more than a puddle, eyes blurry as you watched in bliss how his blue eyes stared down at you, so pussy drunk even after a mere few minutes of just staying stagnant inside your cunt.

You both gasp, mewling in tandem as Suguru plants his hands on Satoru's hips before lightly pistoning his dick inside you, both of you jerking as Satoru clenched his teeth, whimpering loudly as you whined. "Yellow" you moan and Suguru is forcing his pace to a stop, Satoru's love flooding eyes staring down at you as Suguru gazes at your flushed face, "can't," you choke, "don't move please," you cry out.

"Do you want me to get out," Satoru is asking gently but your legs are quick to wrap around him, weak limbs mustering enough strength to pushing him against you as your hands reach to cup his face.

"No," you whine as though the thought was horrific, "j-just" you sigh, chest heaving and Suguru is tucking hair strands behind your ears, "stay," you murmur, you knew you wouldn't be able to handle more than one overwhelming orgasm, body still feeling the after effects of your rushing climax but despite your brain telling you no, your body still yearned for more, "please."

"For as long as you need love," and he's kissing along your chest, Suguru's lips joining his barrage of pampering kisses and he's falling in love with the way you gasp and jerk when they find those sweet little spots that always had you reacting so prettily.

"m'sorry Toru."

"Don't say that baby," he's shifting his head, taking one of the hands your patted against his cheeks to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your palm as he intertwines your fingers, "should be thanking you for letting me feel you," he's groaning, "squeezin me so tight," he's smiling, brain buzzing.

"wanna make you feel good."

"You are," it was instant, "pretty girl it's taking all my concentration not to cum right now," and he's gritting his teeth, the sweat slipping down his neck evidence of that, and he's moving your hand to his chest and you could feel his erratic heartbeat, and between your fingertips lay your lipstick stain.

"Suguru," you are calling, his head lifting from your neck, "you should fuck Toru too," you offer and you could feel the boy twitch. 

"F-Fuck," he's gasping, blue eyes staring at Suguru who licked his lips, and his hand is trailing towards his ass, thick fingers running over the rimmed hole and Satoru is grabbing at your skin, "baby why."

"W-Wanna see you cry too," you confess, "want Sugu to make love to you too," and you're smiling, lovestruck little grin painting over your lips as you pieced together your little fantasy, "wanna watch a show too."

"What d'ya say my love," and Suguru is kissing his shoulder, "you want me in here," and his finger is tapping against his ass and he bites his lip, eyes pinched shut as he nods bashfully.

"Y-yes, oh- yes please," and he's choking on his words as your walls clamp down, cunt still reactive and he can't help the way he's falling pliant to your smile, he rarely ever denies you, and if this is what you want, then this is what you'll get.

He could hear it, the bedside drawer rumble and with practiced ease Suguru finds the little bottle of lube, the click of the lid making him quiver in anticipation as you stare up at him happily, blissed out as you warm his cock.

You knew the two have fucked before, after all they've put on a show for you on more than one occasion, Satoru's mouth usually full of your cunt while Suguru rammed into him but this time instead of leaning over to suck him off with your mouth, your pussy was already full, excited to feel every twitch and jump, ready to watch every pretty little face he made as he stuffed you so deliciously full, dick reaching parts of your body you didn't know existed, and while you couldn't handle him thrusting you desperately wanted this.

It was the way his lips parted into an, 'o,' tears almost instantly forming as Suguru's fingers slipped inside his hole, fingers scissoring him open and your blurry vision slightly focused as you gazed at them intently, listening to the lewd squelch his ass made before a large smack reverberated and he was jerking in your cunt, making you moan in surprise as he nudged your g-spot.

"S-sorry baby," he's looking down at you with worry despite it being Suguru who spanked him so abruptly, the fingers fucking his ass making his legs tremble.

"Don't apologize," you hum, "feels good," and while you couldn't handle full thrusts his shallow little jerks had you reeling in pleasure, cunt stuffed deliciously as you enjoyed the view, pussy drooling as his hips fucked Suguru's cum back up into you.

Part of you expected to fall into a deep slumber, for your brain to blank but even with your mushy mind you found small ounces of focus to gather, desire overruling fatigue as you listened to his perfect little whines, mewling with each shudder of his thighs, balls resting heavy against your ass while Suguru stretched him open.

He's resting on his elbows, caging you in as his hitched breaths shuddered in his chest, your nipples barely grazing each other as his face hovered above yours, drunken gaze peering down at you as you stroked his flushed face, basking in the way his lips met your palm, "oh god," he's groaning, breath fanning across your face as he squirms, light twitches making you cry out in tandem.

"There you go," Suguru is humming, "you think you can take me pretty boy," and he's leaning down, chest over his back as he whispers into the reddened shell of his ear, finger's fucking quickly into his rimmed hole.

"P-Please," he's whining, head twisting to the side, pressing needy weak kisses to Suguru's lips and you gazed in awe as two undoubtedly beautiful men made out above you, sharing intimacy in the closed confines of this room.

You feel the exact moment when Suguru is forcing his way in, the heavy shudder of the limbs above you as he whines, two thick fingers in his slobbering mouth as the bed jerks, mattress squeaking as instead of the tender little languid thrusts Suguru pampered your pussy with, he was sending the bed quaking , Satoru's body rocking above you as every thrust nearly sent him flying.

"Oh fuck- ngh, Suguru," he's mewling, bleary eyes never leaving your own as he quivered above you, forceful pistons into his ass shaking him in your drooling cunt, the went cries of your pussy coating his length while Suguru went in for yet another round, forcing mind boggling pleasure into both his lovers.

One hand rubs over the apple of his cheek while you slither the other to the nape of his neck, scratching as his undercut before tugging lightly and he's sobbing, head jerking back as shockwaves thunder beneath his skin ."Baby please," he's whimpering, tears dripping down from his blue eyes and onto your skin and his pathetic little face only brought a smile to your lips.

"Ma-Makin me feel so good," you whine, voice high pitched and breathy as the springs creaked beneath you, jolts tremoring throughout his body as every plunge had his ass reverberating against Suguru's toned thighs. 

It was the wet sinful sounds as each smack had you reeling, force in turn making Satoru jerk over, and over, and over, rutting against your g-spot so frantically as despite coming wholly undone on Suguru's cock his hips angled perfectly, pleasing you while bathing in his own satisfaction.

"Satoru fucking you good princess," Suguru is cooing and you gush at his words, body folding as he leaned low over Satoru's shoulder, pressing himself snug to his ass before leaning past white hair to find your swollen lips.

Satoru's face was pushed down, burrowing between you tits as Suguru grinded against him, pressing your mouths together, drinking up every last whine you had to give before pulling away, satisfied with your fucked out little face.

You could feel it rising, a small little tidal wave beginning to grow larger as your orgasm quickly approached, overstimulated and abused little cunt accelerating to yet another climax and his whines spoke volumes as he chased his own high.

"M'gonna," he's slurring, tongue lolling out as his dewy eyes sparkled, "gonna," and a hand is yanking at his throat, pulling him up by the neck and suddenly he is forced up, back pressed to Suguru's chest, light fixtures painting the edges of his snowy white hair golden as a halo formed above your overstimulated little angel, dark hair dancing across his shoulders as heavy hands squished his cheeks together, pink lips puckering as Suguru forced his mouth onto his .

They were cinematography at its finest, a lewd little film complete with heartthrob actors sculpted beautifully by the heaven's above. "Look at you," Suguru is growling, forcing his unfocused eyes to stare at the creamy white ring at the base of his cock, "makin such a mess," and your ass is being smacked.

"Suguru," Satoru is crying, "d-don't," he choking out as your gummy walls grip down tightly in surprise.

"Why what's wrong," he's teasing, "is our pretty baby making you feel too good, squeezing your dick just right," and you jump as he circled your puffy clit, imminent knot growing tighter as your greedy walls encircled him. 

"B-Baby please, lo-loosen up," and his palms are frantically patting at your thighs, constricted by Suguru's hands as they peered down at your fucked out form. "I can't, gonna," fresh tears spilling down his cheeks, pornographic little sounds breaking past his lips. 

"Cum f'me baby," you are whimpering, hands reaching to trace over the contours of his abs, "want you to fill me up," and suddenly he's falling off the cliff, white ropes shooting into the depths of your cunt, painting your walls as he shuddered, body jerking in your touch as he stuttered, twitching but his hips keep rolling, grinding as you listen to Suguru's grunts, hips rutting until his eyes are fogging over, grip tightening as also rode out his high.

"C'mon Satoru," he still finds his words, brain still working unlike the melting puddle in your head, "let our pretty baby climax again yeah," and his hips are shuddering, Satoru frantically pawing at your skin as he slumped forward, chest to yours as his mouths found your neck and his dick pounded against that one spot, Suguru's fingers working at your clit as you lay there and took it, quivering as finally you were climaxing, orgasm wracking your figure until you were blanking.

You don't remember falling asleep, don't recall exactly when your eyes shut but obviously they did because now they were blinking open, fatigue ridden lids fighting as your brain resurfaced to consciousness, there is a gentle splash as you grumbled, throat hoarse, limbs still gooey but even your blurry eyes could register the sight of the steaming water rolling over your body, tender touches spreading soap as you soaked into a heavy embrace.

"Are you awake pretty girl," it's careful, quiet and you turn ever so slightly, aching neck craning to look up at hickey painted skin before blue eyes are staring down at you fondly. "You feeling okay," he's asking and you merely hum, throat too scratchy to speak. Your body was throbbing, water doing little to ebb away the soreness between your legs but you felt unexpectedly clean, stickiness no longer permeating your inner thighs and you can't recall in your hazy memory being washed up, but you must've been by gentle hands.

"Do you want to get out love," it was Suguru, he was standing outside the tub, towel draped around his hips, the ends of his hair damp, "you're all cleaned up," he's cooing, voice gentle, a soothing balm for your aching limbs. 

"Mhm," you whine, eyes slowly falling closed and you could feel Satoru haul you up out of the water, body trapped in his embrace before the sloshing stops and wet feet are hitting tile. The bite of the cold air was quickly fought off, fluffy towel patting against your skin and suddenly you are standing but not really, jelly legs pushing all the weight onto Satoru as he held you up as Suguru gathered the droplets from your skin, you barely blink your vision open and you are staring at your figure in the steam filled mirror, all you can see are the abundance of love bites loitering your skin, marring your neck, trailing from your chest to your stomach and ending at your thighs.

You feel them pulse beneath your flesh but it's comfortable, warm and blurry as your bare body made contact with uncovered chests of your lovers as they coddled you, and as Suguru faces you your eyes catch sight of the long red lines trailing along his back before you are settling into your fatigue, letting them care for you as they pampered your tired form, dressing you slowly, pulling up comfortable cotton undies and a large shirt, you're in an embrace, carried to some other plush bed that was probably Suguru's, settled in a lap as a rim is pressed to your lips, cup tilting as cold water filtered down your raw throat, the chilling relief soothing the persisting ache before a heavy duvet is draping over your body, capturing you in warmth as limbs quickly tangled in your own.

You're aching, throbbing but they are quick to try and soothe with kisses and quiet words and before you can fall to a comfortable rest, Satoru's asking, "so what's the answer to your question," and you part your kiss bitten lips, licking at the skin as you nuzzled deeper into their arms.

"You already know," it's a light hearted tease and you can feel his chest vibrate with a chuckle.

"Well let us know if you have any more questions," Suguru's grinning.

The subject of physical intimacy never really felt like a taboo topic for you, especially when you were only discussing it with your two close friends, and they were eager to answer every last one.

[is-the-sky-blue]

DIRTY LITTLE SECRETS (PT 2): GOJO SATORU & GETO SUGURU

Synopsis: When you have questions about physical intimacy Satoru and Suguru are quick to answer them.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, satosugu x fem!reader, pet names, praise, teasing, fingering, finger sucking, spanking, begging, oral (f + m receiving), cum eating, watching porn, masturbation, blowjob, handjob, titjob, face sitting, marking

Part 1 >Part 2< Part 3

You were just a couple of pals who made out once and a while and went out together all the time, some would say you were dating but the thought never really crossed your mind, mainly because you didn't dare think about it. Especially since the kisses you shared weren't given on the regular, even quick pecks hidden from the public's eyes, it was because these were your dirty little secrets.

Up until then every last one of your questions seemed quite plain, never really teetering over the edge to enter taboo territory, but that was until the high school first year, Satoru, forced the three of you to watch a rated R movie he rented under one of his butlers' names as your ever wealthy Satoru, born from the Gojo estate, abused his power once again, much to your disapproval.

The film was fine at first, sure the language was coarse as they dropped the f bomb more than the usual movies you were permitted to view so you thought the rating was just an overreaction made by some picky conservative parents or something, but quickly this film told you otherwise, the people who decided the age category to target this film towards yelling, "I told you so," right into your face as you watched the two actors begin to strip each other bare, lithe fingers unbuttoning the girl's blouse only for him to sexily rip off his tank top, revealing his rippling muscles to the camera as his hand snaked behind her back, unclasping her bra as her boobs spilled out, leaving the panting woman no time to catch her breath as his unrelenting lips broke from her mouth to suckle on her...tits? you were pretty sure that was the kind of language he used when he murmured into her hair, "your tits are so pretty," before leaning in.

The sight made your eyes narrow, watching as she let out a loud moan as his lips bite down onto her nipple as you found your hand coming up to slightly pat your own, now presenting chest. "Does it really feel that good," you ask skeptically, ignorantly unaware at the way two sets of teenage boy eyes made their way to you, adam apples bobbing in their throat and you didn't even think to question why there were pillows in their laps with a blanket over all your shoulders despite the weather growing warmer with each day. The awkwardness that first started creeping up your neck as the two characters made out, in a way that seemed far too intense, to lead to anything other than filthy, receding, that ashamed tinge that you think you are supposed to feel not really hitting you as you stared more confused than aroused by the sex scene that played out before you.

"I think so," Satoru scrunched his face, starting to feel like a nonbeliever as he shifted, no longer entranced by the erotic scene as he was before, despite this being his first introduction into the sinful world he always saw hinted at in all the shows he watched where male protagonists fell commonly fell into busty boobs and steam covered private parts as characters walked in on each other naked, fan service going crazy to try and keep eyes captivated on the screen, to find something to keep people around as the general plot was never any good. "Aren't you supposed to know, you're the girl," he huffed confused.

"Well I dunno," you mumble, "I don't think so," you tilt your head, you've scratched your breasts before when they were itchy and squeezed at your hanging boobs while in the shower, trying to wash away your sweat during the sticky summer months but nothing had ever made you moan, or even lightly gasp at even a fraction of the volume she did.

"She might just be faking it," Suguru nodded, "She is an actor," he says as though it's obvious as you watched as her, "nghs," and her, "ahs," started to seem more forced then natural, kinda sounding like when Satoru mocked your high pitched hiccups, that he claimed sounded like those rubber squeaky chickens, that Suguru brought you a cup of water to try and eradicate. 

"Guess so," you murmur, watching as her pink glossed lips parted into a pretty, 'oh,' shape, it was kind of a shame that it sounded so forced, the actor probably sounds really nice when she actually moaned.

"Now this scene feels annoying," Satoru huffed, side eying you, "way to ruin the mood," and you gaped at him.

"Hey!" you pout, "it's not my fault it looks so fake," you grumble, watching as Satoru leaned forward to skip past the scene, hitting different points along the progress bar and you watched as flickers of different moments flashed before you, brief images of her hand in his hair, him hovering over her, their pants coming off, and then the roll of his hips against where her private parts were, their bodies shaking but the camera not explicitly showing where they met, probably because they weren't actually having sex, until finally Satoru found where the sex ended and it was the morning after where they both lay nude in bed, coddled in each others arms and you had to admit that the scene of him cuddling their naked forms together as he pressed kisses into her neck with a good morning made you slightly aroused, the specks of praise you could hear him murmur as she caressed his chest making your thighs squeeze together just the tiniest bit.

The next time you mention sex is in your second year of high school, except it's not with Suguru or Satoru at all, but with your friend Ieiri Shoko. The two of you are sat in her bedroom, your backs leaning against the side of her bed as you found yourself seated on the floor again. Her laptop is open wide about a meter or so in front of you as the two of you huddled together, array of snacks in front of you as you commenced your annual girls' movie night.

She pulled the movie into full screen mode before hitting play, but instead of being greeted by the title scene of a classic chick flick you felt a desire to watch, the illegal website you pirated the film off of forced you into an ad, and not just any ad, it was a commercial for a porn site, you watched in surprised as a fully naked woman popped up in front of you, her tits shaking as her hips grinded down onto a pillow, rolling forward and the high pitched sound of her breathy moans spilled from Shoko's laptop speakers, the girl beside you not even bothering to lower the volume as her parents weren't home as the woman started pitching the website, "wanna see me cum! Then click the link and-" you zoned her out, more intrigued by the way her bare cunt slid against the fabric of her pillow.

"Why is she doing that," you mumble out, staring as her hips circle and you begin to see the white cushion start to turn damp.

"Humping her pillow or advertising for a porn site," Shoko hummed, not phased in the slightest at the scene that soon ended, returning you back to the film you were trying to watch.

"Humping," you ask, replaying the scene in your mind, "how does that feel good," you pondered, brows furrowed in confusion, your limited knowledge on all things sex related very much only focused on the actual intercourse and that's mostly because of all the sex-ed talks you had in school.

"It's because she's rubbing her clit on the pillow," the woman beside you answered nonchalantly, placing a blue gummy into your parted lips as you hummed in understanding, the word clit one of the few words stored in your little dictionary, eyes briefing over it a couple times when reading YA novels where the author decided to add in a spicy little smut scene. "It kept catching on the wrinkles," she continued, tearing open a bag, "but her moans were a little exaggerated." 

"How do you know?" you tilt your head, opening your mouth again, letting her place a fuzzy peach inside from her newly open snack.

"Well you aren't going to feel that good from a pillow," she explains, "I mean unless she was riding like the seam of it or something, but even then... " she trails off "regardless it isn't going to stimulate her well," she muses watching as the establishing shots and upbeat music slowly faded and zoned in on one of the characters voices.

Your next interaction with the topic is a couple months later. You sat around the low lying wooden table you set up in your bedroom, an array of coloured pens and mechanical pencils presented atop the surface as you scribbled graphite over the sheets of your notebook, textbook tucked in front of you as you sat cross legged on the floor, a cushion beneath your bum so you wouldn't feel the tingly pins and needles from sitting so long. Your friends Gojo and Geto are with you, sitting on the side of the table adjacent to where you remain perched, the consistent clicking of Satoru's pen had Suguru kicking him beneath your note packages before you found yourself puzzled by a particularly tricky math problem.

"Have you done number 8 b yet," you speak out, leaving the question for either one of them to answer but instead of a polite, yes or no, like you wished for, of course you had to be teased first.

"How are you still on number 8," Satoru snickers, earning him a pinch on his surprisingly toned arm, his lanky limbs beginning to grow just a touch beefier as he formed a newfound interest in the gym.

"I didn't ask you to make fun of me, I asked for help," you huffed, tapping the question in your textbook.

"I got x squared minus four x minus five," Suguru chimed from beside you and you groaned at your very much incorrect answer.

"Howww," you whined, staring at your different list of numbers as you reached for your eraser to try and rub away the shameful markings as Suguru slid his notebook into your eye line.

"Don't trust him," Satoru hums from your left and you offer him a skeptical glare. 

"What do you mean?"

"I got x squared plus four x minus five," he chimes and Suguru furrows his brows, "someone must've mixed up his subtraction and addition symbols," the snowy haired boy sing songed.

"Yeah you," Suguru bites back, staring at the terms he combined only to find no error.

"Yeah right," Satoru huffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned to inspect Suguru's notebook. "See you made that a negative, it's a positive" the boy tapped onto the page, "it's a positive minus a negative, there are brackets around the negative eight" and Suguru scrunched his face before tapping another part of the page

"It's a positive plus a negative and as far as I'm concerned four plus negative eight is negative four" he corrected.

"Nuh uh," Satoru huffed, "it's a positive minus a negative"

"No it's not," Suguru growled and suddenly you watched as the two began to bicker and you let out an exasperated sigh.

"Fine then I'll just put the question into a math checker and then we'll see that I'm right," Satoru snarkily harrumphed, grabbing his phone and unlocking it, needing to search up a generator as he didn't already have an app installed.

You waited as he clicked open his search engine, eager to figure out the answer more for your own greed then their competition but you were surprised.

Not surprised in the sense that the internet gave a different answer then both Satoru and Suguru, but because as Satoru clicked inside his browser app a sharp and airy moan left his phone speakers. Wait scratch that, you guess you were surprised because the internet gave you a different answer than you were expecting, an answer not really related to math at all.

You've never seen Satoru's hands move quicker, flying to click down the volume before shutting off his phone, the dark screen greeting you as it clattered to the table and a lingering silence filled the space before a cackle broke out from your right. "Was that porn!" Suguru laughed, looking at Satoru's flushed cheeks incredulously.

Porn... you never really thought about the fact that people actually watched it, but then again why wouldn't they.

"No!" Satoru tried to retort but the pink painting the apples of his face gave him away. "It was, I-just," and he began to stumble over his words, trying to come up with a logical excuse only to find no lie that made sense.

What else sounds like a high pitched breathy sigh of a moan?

"Just what," Suguru chuckled, finding humour in Satoru's embarrassment, "or is your ring tone someone having sex," the man said, a shit eating grin splaying across his lips.

"I-" and finally Satoru simply sighed, resting his flushing cheeks in his palms as he avoided eye contact with the two of you as Suguru merely cackled. 

"Can I see," you blurt out suddenly, prying eyes staring intently on the dark screen gracing the front of Satoru's shut off phone, the two boys beside you staring at you with widened eyes.

"Huh!" Satoru exclaimed, brows furrowing, staring at you as though you had grown a third head.

"I want to see," you reiterate, hands reaching forward for Satoru's phone, immensely curious, as your unsatiated brain grew in it's interest of the video that once played on his device.

"You heard her," Suguru merely chuckles, recovering from his initial shock as he scooched closer to your side, leaning over your shoulder to muse at the blushing boy, "show us," and carefully, with movements full of hesitation and flickering eyes that held the words,'are you sure?' Satoru clicked open his phone, he had never really been able to decline yours and Suguru's requests anyways.

"Perverts," the white haired boy merely mumbles under his breath, punching in his password without bothering to hide it, knowing full well the two of you already knew what numbers unlocked his phone.

"Says you," Suguru smirks, thighs pressed against yours as he sat at your side, Satoru coming to sit on your other side as you reach for his phone, holding the device in your hands as you watched an erotic image display in front of your elated gaze, anticipation filling you as the video began to play, two boys sandwiching you between them as they eyed the film in your hands.

As you watched the video play you began to understand why porn was a thriving industry.

You watched as her ass reverberated against toned thighs, her back to the camera as the man she rode lay on his own back, her hips jumping and falling with sensual claps as whiny and satisfied moans broke past her lips. Your eyes never left, barely blinking, scared to miss the scene, watching as she satisfied herself on her own accord, setting the pace as she rolled her body, the faint groans that you assumed came from her partner echoing out of Satoru's speakers as you clicked up the sound.

Despite the fact that you scrutinized the video so closely you failed to acknowledge the uncanny resemblance the woman had to your own figure, her same coloured hair eerily cut in a similar style to your own, her skin tone only a fraction of a shade darker than your own, her body shape so very similar, dipping and curving in ways your own hips do. If you actually bothered to notice you would've had to take a moment to question if the woman in the video was actually you, only to recall that you've never had sex, let alone filmed it and uploaded it to a website for others pleasure.

However what your ignorant eyes failed to notice Suguru's inquisitive ones caught almost immediately, a knowing dance sparkling behind his irises as he sent a coy grin towards Satoru who only blushed at the fact.

The hypnotic effect her jiggling ass had on you keeping you away from feeling the way Suguru leaned behind your head, the mesmerizing song she sung occupying your ears from hearing the deep whisper Suguru spread into Satoru's ears.

"Don't worry, I like watching her too." 

If you weren't so busy watching as the website auto-played yet another video by the actress you would've caught Satoru's face growing redder with parted lips as Suguru not only discovered his dirty little secret but also shared it.

You continued to stare at the new set of scenes that unfolded in front of you, watching as her face was still unseen as she presented her ass to the camera once more, her face burrowed in the sheets while she rested on her knees with her ass in the air.

Face down ass up, that's what it was called, right?

Her hands gently spread her ass cheeks, hips shaking as she displayed both her holes with such confidence it made you shudder before her fingers slithered towards her cunt, deft digits toying with her clit, rolling it and you couldn't help but think of the woman who had humped her pillow. So any type of friction against your clit was supposed to make you feel good, you concluded, watching as her hand traveled down the bud to run through her folds that glistened beneath her carefully set up lights, finger growing wet with her slick and then you gasped.

A sudden, shocked, slightly loud sound that had both boy's snapping their attention to you.

Had you finally noticed the woman in question looked like you, had you realized that you were watching porn and were suddenly disgusted. Satoru's brain was running rampant, did you think he was a weir- the question could barely finish being asked in his brain before you asked another.

"Doesn't that hurt," you murmur in disbelief, watching as one of her fingers pumped inside her dampening cunt, slipping inside before quickly adding another one, making you recoil as you felt your own pussy tingle as you squeezed your thighs.

"Hurt?" Suguru questioned, watching as the woman fucked herself with her hand "baby you know what happens during sex right," he furrows his brows, pushing you with a query to distract you from the name that spilled from his lips easily.

"I mean yeah," you murmur with warming cheeks, "but still..." the idea of putting your fingers inside your body like that made you shudder with fear, "it looks kinda scary."

"Wait," Satoru suddenly perks, eyes wide on you as he stared "does this mean you've never masturbated before," and it was your turn to flush, embarrassed, when had the attention shifted from teasing Satoru, to teasing you, as the white haired boy stared at you coyly. 

"I- well," you stammer, feeling yourself grow hot as their eyes trained on your warming form, "i-it's scary!" you huffed and you could hear Satoru laugh while Suguru let out a light chuckle. "What are you laughing at!" you yell, punching the porn watching boy who was supposed to be the one getting bullied. "Y-You just have to like, tug on it and it feels good b-but I," you stumble, "I have to put something inside a-and that alone doesn't feel good, you have to play with your clit and find like a g-spot or something," you begin to ramble, stating off lines you've heard Shoko say as she explained the concept of masturbating to you as you watched the chick flick together, curiosity taking you over after watching the woman roll her hips.

"Mhm," Suguru hums, "well I'm sorry that we just have to tug on it," he cackles at your choice of words as your face burns, "but I mean, if you ever need help overcoming your fear you can call us," he states so bluntly it had you squirming.

"What do you mean call you!" you scrunch your face, hitting his shoulder as well, as Satoru muses.

"He means call us and we'll teach you," the boy coos and you could only huff in aggravation as they clearly continued to tease you, relishing in the reactions you couldn't keep at bay.

For months the film haunted you, popping to the forefront of your brain sporadically throughout the day, whether it was at home, during class, or when you were sat studying with your friend's in your room again, your mind always seemed to wander back to the woman and the way she pushed her fingers inside her cunt.

After a while you went on the hunt to find her, opening websites on your phone and while you couldn't find the same one you went down a rabbit hole of watching many different attractive women masturbating for a camera. It was strange you thought, the idea of putting a finger inside yourself but as you lay awake at night, coddled up in your blankets you can't seem to let the image go.

Your room is quiet, your window locked, the blinds tightly closed as your door was sealed shut. Your duvet is warm against your body as you pull it up higher against your chest, tucking it beneath your chin as you squeeze your thighs together.

You should really be asleep but the thought keeps haunting you.

Did it really feel that good.

It felt strange, usually you pressed your thighs together until they were sore and you were tired to try and relieve the arousing itch, but this time you couldn't help yourself when you snaked an experimental finger beneath your pants and you gently begin to run your finger over your folds, brushing them against the fabric of your panties like you've seen done a multitude of times during your porn viewing experience.

Usually this was where she'd let out a breathy whine or moan but you found no sound ready to escape your lips. It felt funny but as your finger brushed a little higher on your cunt, where you knew your clit should be, it felt slightly different, a little tingly as you rubbed but other than that there was nothing.

You shouldn't be doing this but you couldn't help yourself.

Your hand carefully traveled into your underwear, the waistband resting on your wrist as you toyed with your folds, carefully pulling them apart, they were slightly damp but they didn't feel as sticky as you imagined when you saw the women's glistening holes, maybe you weren't wet enough

Carefully you snuck your hand from your cunt to your mouth, feeling yourself grow a little embarrassed with yourself as you suckled on your index finger, mimicking the way you saw one woman do, coating your finger in your saliva before experimentally trekking it back into your pants, spit brushing against your stomach before you rubbed it over your cunt, feeling it grow a tad bit more slippery as you brought a hand to your clit.

You brushed against it, fingers tracing up and down and moving it in circles, trying all varying techniques you've witnessed behind a screen as you tried to elicit a warm pleasure but all you felt was a small tingle every once and a while, the sparks began to grow but it never seemed to last, feeling nice before receding as your hand couldn't seem to keep a consistent enough pace against your dampening clit, sparks flying but no flame as your cunt grew wetter with every second only to find no satisfaction and only frustration.

Maybe if you inserted a finger it'd feel better?

So you attempted it, facing your fears as you quickly dipped your fingers between your folds, letting it delve only a quarter way inside when you began to feel uncomfortable, the feeling of your cunt, squishy and wet, making you feel less horny and more ready to stop.

You retrieved your hand, trying to rub over your clit instead but the more your tried the less pleasure you felt, you were growing warmer and instead of wanting to moan you wanted to cry in frustration.

Why wasn't it working.

Were the little tingles from your clit the orgasm you began to wonder, that was the only thing that felt remotely good but it couldn't be, right? In all the videos you consumed and all the movies you watched their orgasms were intense, their hips shook and they appeared to be feeling wonderful.

Why couldn't you achieve that feeling.

It was annoying, a small little nibbling burden calling out every so often in the back of your mind every day. It didn't weigh on you but it sure irritated you at times.

After that day you tried a couple more times, this time letting your finger reach as far as it could and you began to try and thrust it in and out but it didn't feel nice like you thought it would. You tried to rub your clit at the same time but your hands didn't cooperate as you couldn't both rub yourself and thrust so instead you decided to grope your chest and thrust instead but you didn't feel your lower belly warm like it was supposed to.

You began to grow more and more irritated.

Your nightly endeavours never resulted in the way you wanted, you even tried to put two fingers in for a couple of seconds only for your pussy to start burning and you quickly reverted back to one.

It was absolutely humiliating, you couldn't even please yourself.

Soon enough you were graduating high school and despite furthering your education you couldn't seem to further your own sexual experiences.

You were now in university, renting a three bedroom apartment with your two best friends, that much to Satoru's chagrin, wasn't the penthouse.

"I'll just pay for it."

"We all have to pay equal rent Toru."

You lay in your bed conflicted for yet another night, you were in university, the time of your life when people went to parties, found partners, had flings, had one night stands, had sex, and yet here you were still struggling to masturbate properly, at this point maybe you should just buy a vibrator, but where would you buy it, if you got it online where were you supposed to order it to, it's not like you could ship it to the apartment, not with the chance that Satoru and Suguru could spot it first.

Your internal dilemmas continued to rage on as your cunt was left wet and unsatisfied for yet another night and the creeping voice whispered in your ear again, they had told you if you asked they would help you please yourself, but then again they were also teasing you at the time.

Tossing a pillow over your face you huffed, what were you supposed to do.

You wanted to just ignore it but your wet cunt ,that leaked over your panties and began to seep into the fabric of your sleep shorts, had you writhing.

You've already made out with them before, this wouldn't be that much different, right? It's just like kissing but with a different set of lips...

Fucking hell, you were doomed.

Hesitation weighed on your achy bones as you pushed yourself to sit, your damp underwear making you squirm in discomfort as you quickly rose to stand. This wouldn't be weird right, asking your friends to fuck your dripping cunt wouldn't ruin your friendship, right?

The questions you asked flooded your brain as your feet padded towards your door, unhinged, unanswered queries swarming you. Any sane person would tell you that, yes, your friends would call you a lunatic and ask you to move out of your shared apartment, but a part of you still believed it would be fine, and it seemed as though it was that very small, insane fraction of your brain that guided your trembling hand to push open your bedroom door.

After all no sane person knew your friends as well as you did. Maybe, just maybe they'd be crazy enough to take you up on your offer, they had offered before. Even if it might've been a joke the slight possibility that it wasn't had your weeping pussy excited.

You shuffled out of your dim bedroom into the main area of your home, taking the couple of steps it took to get from your door to the living room, spotting the two boys leisurely resting on the couch, limbs thrown whichever way was most comfortable as Satoru's eyes were glued to the television, determined to binge old Digimon episodes while Suguru, who couldn't care less, stared at his phone, thumb gliding over the screen as he scrolled.

Your entrance didn't really seem to warrant too much of their attention as Satoru barely flickered his gaze to you before returning to his show, Suguru no different. You weren't quite sure whether this was supposed to be a good thing or bad thing, their attention spared anywhere but towards you, making your stomach do flips as you felt anxiety crawl up your throat, telling you that you were a psychopath for even thinking you could do this.

But despite your brain telling you no, your body told you yes, legs shuffling closer to the plush couch as the dripping mess between your thighs overran all reason. You felt it, that strong urge pushed you, as instead of taking a space on an empty part of the cushion you crawled over into Suguru's lap, straddling his legs as you pushed your weight into your knees, your brazenness not encompassing your fear that he would be able to feel your gushing cunt through your shorts.

Suguru merely hummed as you clambered over him, clicking his phone off before dropping it onto the couch as he brought his hands to your waist, planting his touch to the curve of your hips as he leaned his head back onto the couch, hair dancing in dark waves as he stared up at you, purple eyes glinting with welcome as a smile tickled his lips.

"What's up," he spoke softly, fingers squishing the fat of your curves, touching you tenderly, but you could only shake your head at his salutation, crumpling into his hold to force your flushed cheeks into the crook of his shoulder, maintaining your position of hovering over his thighs as you curled your back into him. "Is my girl feeling needy," he presumed, pressing a kiss to your scalp and you could feel yourself shudder, if only he knew how needy you actually were, the chaste kiss he lingered in your hair doing nothing but fueling your walls, the affection he shared, assuming it would satisfy you, only leaving you wanting more.

"Mhm," you whined into his skin, you weren't telling a lie and part of you hoped that your very, very, miniscule hint, would make him understand what you wanted, leaden tongue no longer bold enough to spew the words you were so ready to ask moments ago, or at least were even considering to ask moments ago.

"Do you want a kiss," he asked tenderly, pulling you from his neck, forcing you to stare into his pretty purple eyes, trying to give you the affection that you normally pushed into him like this for.

You could only nod, melting into his lips that caressed yours so lightly, attempting to satiate yourself on this alone, striving to force your cunt from fluttering as you desperately wanted to just have your full of his mouth and be done with it, make it so a little kiss could soothe your unsatisfied core but so far he only made it worse, gentle touches burning against your skin and you couldn't help but writhe in his hold as he did his best to comfort you, giving you what he thought you wanted, tongue gliding against your mouth as the ventured through already chartered waters.

"Is something wrong," he cooed as his lips left yours, hand coming to scratch your scalp as despite your best efforts he still seemed to catch onto your greed that you poorly hid. 

"No," you could only murmur, closing your eyes, trying to lean in for yet another peck, wanting to forget your lust, wanting to force him to drop the subject but his hand intercepted your mouth, pressing against your lips as he kept you from him, kept you from spewing deceit and moving on.

"Don't lie to me baby," he sighed watching as your brows furrowed, recognizing the frustration that painted your features and you could only huff at his perceptiveness, "it's obvious something is bothering you."

Yeah my cunt, you wanted to say but you bit your tongue, not wanting to escalate the situation so sporadically despite how much you began to yearn for more of him.

With a sigh you burrowed yourself back into his neck, trying to compose yourself as he pat your head, letting you take your time. At this point you knew you couldn't lie, that the more you tried to avoid it the more he'd pry and you had to acknowledge the fact that this was the reason you came here in the first place, that you were the one who put yourself into this position. You were already here you just had to complete your goal, even if that goal might end in humiliation with you shuffling back embarrassed, unsatisfied and soon to be evicted.

"Y-You know how you always say," you start, squeezing your eyes shut as you kept yourself against his body, "if I ever need help you'd always be there," and at this you could feel him tense, fingers stilling from where they slid against your body and you could feel worry claw at your throat as the couch dipped, Satoru shifting closer as he caught onto the conversation you shared with Suguru, his hand against your warming cheek as he brushed the hair from your face, trying to catch your gaze but you refused to meet it.

"Did something happen," Suguru questions, trying to force his hands to rub soothing circles once more, attempting, but failing from keeping the concern seep into his tone.

"What's wrong," Satoru added, his hand patting your back, warmth seeping into your skin as he squished against Suguru. You could feel him against your bare leg that still straddled the dark haired boy's lap.

"W-Well," you breath, trying to keep the tears that suddenly sprung to your eyes at bay, a fear stinging your limbs as you did your best to swallow the lump in your throat, "I mean," you gasp out, "never mind it's nothing," you try, shaking you head.

You couldn't do this.

Your limbs tried to grapple free from his grasp, pushing out of arms to run away, wanting nothing more than to just forget this ever happened, to wake up and realize this was all some horrific nightmare as you endeavoured to wriggle free only to feel his hands tighten, the pain blossoming in your skin from their grip telling you that this wasn't a dream as Satoru quickly latched you close, capturing you as you frantically looked about, trying to find an escape route. "Let me go," you mumble, wet eyes trying not to be seen as they held you close, suddenly frightened with your change in demeanor, uncertainty permeating their features.

"What's wrong," Suguru tried again, his hands not letting you squirm away as you stared at your room, wishing you were trapped in its confines. You'd much rather be sticky and wet all on your lonesome than admit it at this point.

"N-Nothing," you murmur, doing your best to keep yourself steady, finally feeling yourself give up, their hold on you much to tight to let you escape and you found yourself back in the crook of Suguru's neck.

Maybe you should just close your eyes and pass out, they couldn't question you if you were asleep, or maybe blame it on somehow being intoxicated.

You could hear Suguru sigh, feel it as his shoulder's decompressed, "you can't just walk in here ask that, and then try to run away," he states, hands rubbing your back and you couldn't help but purse your lips.

"Is something, someone, scaring you," Satoru carefully pried, "you can tell us anything," and you could feel the tears try and fall, droplets pricking your eyes as you grew more embarrassed, how were you supposed to tell them now.

Suguru could feel his shoulder grow damp and he could only purse his lips, scared, he sent a wary glance to Satoru, blue eyes also full of turmoil as they stared at your form that slowly began to tremble, slight sob spilling from your lips as you murmured, "it's s-silly," you shake your head, trying your best to hide from their eyes.

"It doesn't matter," Suguru cooed, "if something's bothering you let us fix it," he attempted to soothe, wholly unaware with the double meaning his words left, the feeling of you cunt beginning to clench around nothing making you cringe.

"You," you take a calming breath, "you can't judge me," you fist Suguru's shirt, trying to keep your voice from wavering.

"Just tell us," Satoru hums, hands trying to loosen your white knuckled fist, brushing his warm touch over it.

"You promise you can't get mad o-or or," you begin to stammer, "hate me," you whisper quietly, body tensing as your muscles pinched with anxiety, awaiting their response.

"Baby we could never hate you," Suguru rumbled, patting your head as he felt you shake in his hold.

"Y-You have to promise," you choke out once more, voice full of fear and Suguru could feel himself grow antsy, panic broiling.

"I promise," he attempts to soothe carefully once more, slight distress seeping in.

"I promise too," Satoru hums gently, fingers running over your knuckles as he pried your hand from Suguru's shirt, feeling you tightly grip his hand instead

"Y-You know," you begin to start, "that time you told m-me" and you could feel yourself warm impossibly hotter, "th-that if I ever needed help o-overcoming my f-fear," you stutter out,  t-that I can call you," you finish squeezing your eyes shut, hoping they'd remember their words instead of prod further at what your fear was, but much to your dismay it had seemed as though they had forgotten.

"Fear..?" Suguru trails off, furrowed brows turning to Satoru, silently asking if the other man knew what you were talking about only to receive a shake of the head, "baby what are you scared of" he tried, confused.

"I-" you freeze, not quite sure how to word it, "you don't remember," you say instead and you can hear the pause as the gears turned in their minds, wracking their brains for what you were referencing.

"No, I'm sorry," Satoru finally says, "but whatever it is our offer still stands," he continues, "we can help you, just remind us," he presses a kiss to your knuckles, "please," and you are biting your lip tightly, conflicted.

You've already dug your grave this deep, why not hammer the last nail into your coffin at this point.

"M-masturbating," you whisper so quietly that if they didn't have all their focus on you they would've missed it, but despite this Satoru still asks you again.

"What was that," he gapes, hand suddenly stilling from where it ran over your knuckles and you could feel your blood begin to run cold, shocked, unsure of if he had actually heard you right or was just freaked out by your confession.

"M-Masturbating" you say a little louder and the room fell quiet before a single 'pfft' echoed out, "y-you promised you wouldn't judge me," you huff, pulling from Suguru's neck as you stared teary eyed at Satoru, his chest convulsing as he laughed and soon enough you could feel Suguru's broad chest rumble as well as he chuckled.

"M'not laughing at you baby, you just had us so worried," Satoru wiped a tear from his eye "thought it was something serious."

"This is serious!" you exclaim, brows furrowed and you could feel even more tears fall, dripping down your chin, they didn't care, they weren't going to kick you out but tease you, make fun of you, they were going to belittle your feelin- and Satoru gently cupped your face, wiping away a stray droplet that ran down your cheek.

"I know, I just thought something really bad happened," he cooed instead, thumb running over the salty stains painting your face.

"We're just relieved it's something we can fix easily," Suguru sighed, tensed muscles relaxing as his fingers squeezed at your hips before his eyes forced your to look at him, gentle smile splayed across his lips, "my poor baby needs help learning how to masturbate," he cooed, hand toying with the stray ends of your hair and you nod, ashamed.

"You want us to teach you," Satoru whispered into the shell of your ear, pressing a kiss to your cheek before you shook your head, your fear quickly dissipating, leaving only lust in it's wake as you realized that nothing you thought would happened did, now only the things you wished would happen would occur.

You could feel the blood rush back up to your cheeks, painting your face and ears as you sighed, your wet cunt now throbbing for attention as their searing gaze poked at you "No" you murmured and you could feel your courage grow as you shifted yourself to only straddle one of Suguru's toned thighs before you pushed your weight off your knees and onto him, staring up at them through your darkened lashes and you couldn't help but think of that woman and her pillow as you rolled your hips, letting him feel you, letting him feel just how much you leaked through your shorts, as the damp fabric smeared against his leg, "just do it for me."

"Fuck baby," Suguru groaned unabashedly as you slowly tried to mimic all the videos you watched, rolling your body as for the first time you attempted to ride his thigh. "My girl is so wet," he sighed and you could feel hands find your hips and suddenly, that tingly feeling that you never seemed to keep, grew as Satoru angled you just right as Suguru tensed his thigh, taut muscles pleasing you perfectly as Satoru forced your clit to catch on every ridge and for once, a gasp, you've only ever heard other women spew through a screen, left your lips with ease, the sound you've been trying to bubble from yourself with your fingers, the sound at points you just tried to force out, the sound that never seemed to form naturally left your mouth as you sighed out in relief.

You had made a good decision.

"I can feel you through your pants pretty girl," Suguru praised, leg slightly bouncing causing that tiny little gasp to unwillingly fall past your lips again. It was so easy for them, so easy for them to make you feel so good as that fuzzy feeling that sparsely struck you as you rubbed your clit during the dead of night began to persist, but just like during your futile efforts, the mere touch wasn't enough, the short buzz of pleasure that shocked your clit wasn't enough.

"M-More," you mewl, leaning you chest into Suguru's as you pleaded, eyes wide as you begged, "need more, please," you whined and you could hear Satoru chuckle at your shameless display.

"Baby we're going to give you all you could ever want, gonna give you everything you deserve," he whispered into the shell of your ear, "you don't ever have to beg," he starts, "but that doesn't mean you shouldn't," a sharp pain blossomed against your ass and you yelped at the feeling.

He had spanked you, he had spanked you and it made you clench around air, bleary eyes turning to face him as he smirked so delectably, "my girl is so good for me, looking so pretty when she begs for things she's going to get no matter what," he hummed, "she's so polite," he cooed, halting your shifting hips to push you down forcefully onto Suguru's thigh, forcing your hips to grind tight little circles as his bruising hold controlled your movements and you couldn't keep back the little whine. 

"Aren't you a good girl, huh baby," Suguru murmured against your neck and you clenched your fists at the feeling of his lips mapping out new territory, the little peck he pressed beneath the junction of your jaw making you writhe as he explored your body, pressing chaste kisses as you threw your head back, relishing in the way he suckled at your skin.

"F-Fuck," you gasp, hesitant hands carefully tugging at the ends of his hair and the deep groan he let out only urged you further as you tangled your fingers into his luscious locks. You stared down at where he planted his face against your skin and you couldn't help the way your pussy gushed, "y-you look so pretty," you gasp, his tongue instantly soothing the skin he bit, running over it like a healing balm as he smirked up at you.

"Pretty," he hummed and you could feel the sensation travel up your neck, "I think you're prettier," he tuts before kissing again, leaving a little trail in his wake and you pinched your eyes shut at the compliment, the way your tummy flipped leaving you ashamed but left him prideful.

It felt odd to have hands loiter across your skin, lips roaming as you felt your cunt dampen. "What do you want us to do with you baby," Satoru murmured, forcing your hips to move in lewd directions and you couldn't help the way you threw your head back, leaning against his chest to stare at his all consuming blue eyes.

"W-Wanna feel good," you whimper, hands sliding to cup over where his rested on your hips.

"I know love," he chuckled as though it was obvious, "but how," he blew cold air against your ear, making you quiver against his chest, "want me to eat you out, have my tongue lick up all your juices while you leak for me, want to writhe against my mouth or,"he gasps enthusiastically, "do you want me to shove my long fingers into your pretty little pussy, do you wanna clench around me while I thrust into you huh," he breaths, filling your brain with dirty little fantasies, "want me to play with your cunt, want me to make you scream and cry on my fingers as I toy with your perfect folds," he cooed.

"Gonna fuck my fingers into you like you wanted to, gonna play with your clit like you tried to," he murmured, "gonna make up for all those frustrating nights baby," he hums and he humps you faster over Suguru's leg, "you want us to masturbate your little cunt for you, want us to put our fingers inside and make you feel good huh, want us to fuck your needy little pussy the way my pathetic girl's fingers couldn't," he continues and you can feel your walls clench, the idea of them ramming their fingers inside your cunt the way you spent countless nights trying to making your mouth water, "want us to put our fingers inside and find your g-spot, want us to fuck you and make you think it's our dicks," he says and you can feel yourself grow warm at the insinuation, "wanna pretend hmm," he coos and you shake your head.

"Wanna have you," you gasp and he tsks, gripping your chin to force you to look into his piercing blue eyes.

"You're gonna have to imagine it baby, gonna have to imagine until we train your pretty pussy enough, gotta stretch her out first before you can take us inside," he murmurs, "gonna fuck you over and over again until you are ready," and the thought of them taking you as much as they wanted had you seeing stars.

"Please," you whined, "Please, please, please," you started begging again, "want you, want you two so bad," you babbled.

"What do you want us to do," Satoru teased, stating it as though he hadn't already spewed all the filthy things he made you want into your ear.

"Want you t-to fuck m-me with your fingers," you gasp, "want you t-to make me feel good, wanna cum for you," and you barely even acknowledged the way Satoru stilled your hips, too caught up in your daydream to care as you continued, "wanna cum for you, please, want you to make me feel good."

"Awh," Suguru coos from beneath you, "isn't our baby so good at asking," he praises and you whimper, "let us take you to the bed okay," he murmurs and you don't even notice you are nodding.

"Yes please," you whine and quickly Suguru is standing up, hands resting beneath your ass as you folded your arms around his neck, cunt pressing against his torso as you clung to him, chest to chest. 

You could feel your heart thrum, anticipation growing as they guided you towards Satoru's room, gently laying you atop his plush mattress of the large bed he owned, perks of having the biggest room granted by paying the largest portion of rent, opting to pay 40% instead of the 30% you and Suguru covered individually.

Satoru couldn't keep the blood from rushing to his cock as he watched your breathtaking form splayed over his silk sheets. Your hair was dancing in whichever direction it pleased, your arms reaching out for them as you stared up at him and Suguru with such desire filled eyes it had him leaking pre-cum. Your body was painted beautifully, blue pajama shorts stained with a small dot slightly darker at the crotch, your top riding up your torso as your neck was decorated in tiny love bites left by Suguru.

Part of him couldn't believe that this was reality and not some hyper realistic fantasy as he watched you tug Suguru closer, arms still snaked around his neck as you pulled his lips to yours, bleary eyes shutting to focus on the feeling of your intermingling lips.

You stare at the two boys as they towered over you and you could feel an embarrassed flush grace your cheeks as you noticed the dark patch coating Suguru's thigh.

"Let's take these clothes off, yeah pretty girl," Suguru coos gently as he pulled a way, tugging at the hem of your pants and you could feel your breath catch in your throat as you gnawed on your lip, releasing it before you grinned slyly.

"Help me," you demanded, feeling the embarrassment that steeped through you finally wash away as you realized you had no need to be so nervous, after all you already have some dirty little secrets with them, what's a couple more, even if they were a lot more sexual, it's not like you'd let anyone else take your body in the way you permitted them. You lifted your hips off the bed, raising them dangerously close to his lowered head and the tantalizing smirk that crossed his lips made your heart beat just for him.

Swiftly you could feel cool air brush across your wet folds as he swiftly yanked down your shorts, pulling them past your ankles, that Satoru gingerly lifted one at a time, before tossing them somewhere out of view. You shuddered at the cold sticky feeling of your exposed panties, but despite your urge to pull your knees together to block their view, the hungry gaze in their eyes made you think otherwise.

"Wow," Satoru whistled, grabbing your leg as he pulled you closer to the edge of the bed and you yelped slightly at the force before he dropped to his knees, admiring the little gift between your thighs, "aren't you absolutely dripping," he mused, lithe fingers coming to tap the wet cotton, running through your prominent folds that your slick stuck tightly to the fabric.

"Our baby's so wet," Suguru commented, and you shuddered as Satoru ran his fingers over your folds, circling sweetly over your bud, finding it without even needing to see it, a very quiet and airy moan leaving your lips that had both boys sucking at their teeth, enamored. You quietly squirmed, hips shifting and Suguru couldn't keep his smile from growing, "are your panties uncomfortable," he cooed, lovestruck as he admired your little pout, his fingers toying with the waistband, running over the small little bow at the very front, "bet they are with how much you're leaking through them," and his hand slapped down, the wet clap as he smacked your pussy, a sharp sting that brought more pleasure than pain making your knees jerk, a slight whine leaving your lips, "can't believe you tried to run away and keep this from us," he murmured, massaging the entirety of your cunt with his palm, heel of it digging lightly into your clit before Satoru forced his hand away, eagerly pulling off the damp fabric and you were surprised when you heard them both groan and gasp in surprise.

"Filthy girl," Satoru mumbled, eyes shining with delight as he stared at the clear slick string that connected your dripping cunt to your underwear, the strand growing longer the further he rolled your panties down until finally it collapsed, falling onto the sheets beneath you.

You watched as mindlessly both boys dive for your arousal, Suguru leaning forward to lick up what dripped onto the sheets while Satoru lapped up what stained your underwear. Fuck, honestly part of you believed they'd merely finger you until you were satisfied but seeing their hooded eyes rake over your form with clear interest was much better, especially when they not only focused on you but each other.

Suguru leant down to the kneeling boy in front of him, tongue delving into Satoru's mouth, both boy's groaning at your lingering taste heavy on their tongues before they parted, panting before turning back to you with so much desire it had you squirming. "Look at our princess dripping onto the sheets," Suguru murmured, staring at your spread legs as he licked his lips.

"Makin such a mess," Satoru purred as Suguru sat on the mattress next to you, making Satoru do the same, crawling up to sit by your head as Suguru rested closer to your pelvis.

"Cryin so much down there," Suguru hums, mesmerized by your glistening folds, watching as your velvety walls throbbed, sobbing out for attention and he delivered, thumb running, parting your weeping lips, two fingers spreading you open and he stared inside your pretty, pillowy, cunt, watching as her slick caught light, shining as she soaked his fingers.

You couldn't hold back your helpless gasp as he gazed inside you, clearly enjoying the sight from the twinkle dancing behind his purple eyes. "Let me take this off too," Satoru requests, calling your attention back to him as he splayed his hand over your exposed stomach, your shirt riding up as his fingers barely grazed beneath the fabric, wanting more.

"B-but," you murmur, suddenly feeling a flush of shame overtake you and Satoru halts his greedy hands, reminding himself that he was here to pleasure your core not your chest despite his urges. He tried to collect himself and wanted to pull away, to run his hands lower but your tiny voice stopped him, "I-I'm not wearing a matching set," you mumble bashfully, saying it as though that was more embarrassing then having your naked bottom exposed to both of them, as though the very words were a sin itself, but the idea of you wearing mismatched undergarments sent a rush of blood to his already hardened dick, causing it to jump in place. The uncoordinated set meaning that you hadn't planned for this to happen, hadn't prepared or waited for the right day, hadn't approached them with pre-practiced lines, no, you had crawled to them with desperation, a need filling your tummy that you could no longer ignore as your helpless little fingers did little to please your body. The thought of you going to them as a last ditch effort after you failed yet again made him writhe, the filthy idea filling his brain as he reached for the small of your back, leaning you onto his knee before he pried the fabric from your chest with haste.

He watched as your boobs bounced out of the shirt before you landed on your back once more, jiggling in place. His mouth watered as he could see your tits spill from the cups of your bra, the garment clearly a size too small for your overflowing breasts but he could hear your voice in his ears, complaining about how bras were too damn expensive.

His fingers traced the rim, grazing your chest lightly as he hummed, does this mean your boobs are always suffocating, he wonders, isn't that uncomfortable, with a lick of his lips he released your tits, undoing the clasp of your bra to let them splay freely, tossing the clothing far off into his room as he stared at the light indents left on your shoulders from the straps, he'd have to take you to purchase new ones, he noted as you rested onto your back as he rolled one of your nipples between his fingers, the subtle moan you let out music to his ears as he watched you squirm, Suguru's gentle caresses to you core doing little to stimulate but a lot to tease, the dark haired man clearly reveling in you expressions.

"Satoru," it was gentle, a call of his names as he locked gazes with the man he observed, "open," he murmured, and soon enough his mouth was open and two thick fingers were placed onto his awaiting tongue, "get 'em nice and wet for our girl, yeah," he encouraged and Satoru found himself groaning, choking with the way Suguru fucked his hand into his mouth, forcing him to suckle onto his digits.

You watched in awe, the thin slips of saliva spilling from the corner of his mouth beginning to fall as Suguru placed a knee between your spread legs to lean close to Satoru, watching the way the boy sucked so obediently.

You couldn't help but wonder how he'd look bobbing on Suguru's dick, would he hollow out his cheeks, would tears sting his eyes, the images of videos you watched flashing in your brain as you replaced their faces with ones of his, the thought of Satoru in such a state sending a pang straight to your cunt.

Fuck.

Sure you had thought of them like that before, who wouldn't, your two best friends were undoubtedly hot but you never really focused on the idea that it could be real, that there would be a timeline where they'd not only caress each other but you too, but reality was smacking you in the face right now as you watched one of your best friends lewdly throat fuck the other with his fingers/

The delightful, 'pop,' as Satoru released the digits in his mouth had you gasping as you felt those very same digits caress you, smearing warm saliva over your dripping pussy, rolling around your clit, spreading your lips. "You ready," he cooed gingerly, fingers rubbing your folds, carefully preparing themselves and you swallowed, a strange fear taking over at the thought, but you nodded.

It was hesitant, barely dipping in and you felt one of Suguru's thick fingers slip inside, spreading you open, wider than one of your own fingers did, it had you panting for air. "Shh my love," Satoru was ready to comfort, hand cupping your face as the other gingerly groped your tits, trying to distract the slow burning that wiggled in your cunt as he carefully delved inside, barely even getting to the joint of his finger before you're hiccupping. 

"H-Hurts," you are gasping, "it hurts," and Satoru is pressing kisses to your skin, tracing his tongue on your neck as he pinched at your nipples, "Suguru," you sobbed and Satoru did his best to keep your focus on him as you cried.

"I know love," the dark haired man hummed, "just let me stay here like this for a moment, promise it'll feel good," and he pressed a chaste kiss to your lower belly, his tiny little groan as you clenched around his finger causing you to squeeze your eyes shut, trying to pinpoint your attention on Satoru's suckling lips, his tongue circling your nipple before he took the whole thing in his mouth, spreading his hot spit.

Suddenly you could feel his finger slip in further and further until he was knuckle deep, his keen eyes watching every one of your expressions as you writhed, trying to accommodate him, "atta girl, spreading so nicely for me," he whispers into your whimpering lips, pressing a gentle kiss as your tears returned, "just keep breathing for me kay," and he starts thrusting, slow languid push and pull as you sobbed, clutching tightly onto Satoru, it felt a lot different from when you did it, a lot more vulnerable as he drank in your naked form, gently caressing your insides with tender touches, quiet praises spilling into your ears as he asked you to trust him, feeling as soon enough the burning subsided and all that was left was the feeling of him plunging into your slippery cunt as his other hand toyed with your clit, making you even wetter.

"So good," Satoru murmured with a mouthful of boob, suckling as he painted the dips between your chest with purple splotches and bite marks, "doing so good for Suguru," he flattered, listening to your hitching breaths as your chest rose and fell beneath his mouth until suddenly you let out a sharp moan, an erotic ah, that even seemed to take you by surprised falling past your kiss bitten lips and Suguru is quick to soothe.

"There it is," he coos, fingers finding a sloth like pace to help you adjust, ramming against his newfound discovery, your g-spot.

"S-Sugu," you whine, hips rising as you tried to pry yourself from his hold, "i-it feels," you gasp and you felt as though you were seeing stars as he shoved inside of you, pressing against a particular spot that had you moaning, whimpering little songs that you never made spill from your own mouth before.

"I know baby, feels good right," and your eyes are dewy as he slips inside easily, your cunt flooding.

"m-mhm," you mumble, "b-but," you fist the fabric of Satoru's top that you wished he'd just take off already, "s'too much, too much," and Suguru hums in understanding but not letting up.

"Just bear with it pretty girl, gonna feel good, gonna feel so good," and you could feel that tingling sensation expand , your lower belly beginning to grow fuzzy as your brain muddled.

Satoru could watch this all day, your moans that began to increase in volume every passing second, rumbling against his face as he lay smushed between your breasts, Suguru hushing out praises, his dark hair falling from its bun as he set a tame pace, careful not to put you into too much pain as he pushed you towards your undeniable climax, "gonna add one more," and the face you make had the boy reaching a greedy hand to his pants, stroking his hardened dick to try and appease the tent growing in his boxers before focusing every ounce of concentration he had onto you.

Your lips fall into a perfect little 'o' as you stretched unbelievably wider, if you thought having two digits inside your cunt hurt when you attempted it inside your bed, it burned when Suguru pushed another in, filling you to your limit as you sobbed, tears cascading down your cheeks as the continuous appreciative comments did little to calm you, your hips rolling as his dexterous hands played with your sloppy pussy better than you ever had.

"Sug-ngh," you mewl, "c-can't y-you're gonna break me-oh fuck," and your back is arching, finally understanding why all those women had shifted so much as they got pushed to the brink, your fingers tight in Satoru's hair before he gingerly takes one in his hand, carefully interlocking your fingers as he squeezed, attempting to pacify you just a little.

"You can take it," the man murmured pushing both digits deep inside you could feel him in your guts, "your pussy is beggin for more," he kissed your clit, tongue lapping at the bud and you were screaming, your vision grew cloudy as that burning turned to red hot satisfaction, your thighs beginning to tremble as he rammed into you, his pace picking up from snail slow to a little more medium but that speed was still foreign to you, your hands never even daring to go the same rate he did but you could see now this is why your could never pleasure yourself.

An electric pulse thrummed beneath your sweating skin and you felt as though you were no longer tethered to your body, erotic ah, ah, ah's,  leaving your lips as you could hear the dirty, squelch, of your cunt as your limbs slowly melted into shivering messes, "there you go" Satoru is comforting, tweaking your hickey marred tits with practiced precision, it had your tongue lolling out.

You could feel yourself gushing, writhing and clenching all at once as Suguru fucked into you, tender hands exploring your body as he also did a little rearranging in your warm contracting tummy. You could feel lights flicker on, arousal flipping the switch and you tried to shut your legs to force him to slow but much to your dismay you provided no hindrance in his pace, not even a hiccup in his thrusts as he leaned over you, your thighs shaking as the lewd, "pap pap pap," of his plunging hand meeting jiggling skin echoed out into the stifling room.

"C-Cum-" you start to gasp, "m-m gonna," you stammer, "c-cumming," you hiccup trembling hips bucking as you felt that knot constrict in your belly, your nerves jittering in delight as the overwhelming pleasure consumed you in raw ecstasy.

"Let go for us baby," Suguru encouraged, eyes stuck on yours as he watched the little lewd faces you made, Satoru thoroughly enjoying the show as well, your shaking tits bouncing with every thrust.

And suddenly you felt a snap and all of a sudden you were spilling, blood rushing through your ears as he delivered the final push that had you tumbling down the edge, into their awaiting arms, your quivering limbs spasming as you moaned shamelessly, "ngh, I- oh", heat bursted to every last corner of your sweat soaked body as shockwaves rippled out from your gushing cunt.

Hot mouths seared any skin they could reach, fingers slowing as he helped your rolling hips ride out your orgasm, crashing waves filtering your pleasure as they cooed, "that's it love, there you go," Suguru praised, thumb swiping against your absolutely sobbing clit as it spilled out every drop you had.

"doing so good," Satoru murmured, cupping your face as your clouded vision lost focus, mind wandering into pure bliss as you fell into your pleasure, swimming in the growing ecstasy as you mewled, hips stuttering as your high began to lower but their actions never ceased, showering you with comforting kisses and tender words, every last bit of love they gave you spilling from your cunt as she dribbled over the sheets, your stuttering hips rolling for the final time against Suguru's warm palm as you came back to the ground, your out of body experience finally reeling you back in as sweaty and warm you let out your final sultry high pitched moan, breathing coming in gasps as your arching back finally flattened and all the was left was their soothing hands.

"Did so well pretty thing," Suguru murmured as he carefully pulled out his fingers one at a time, watching as you writhed and whined at the feeling of slowly being unstuffed, and as he left your empty tears welled, "did you feel good," he hummed against your tear stained cheeks as Satoru pulled you into his arms, wrapping you in a comforting embrace as you sniffled before staring at his slick soaked arm, your essence spilling from his fingers down to his elbow and he grinned, suckling at his digits with a groan, "my baby tastes so good," he whispers into your hair as Satoru positioned you further up the bed, resting your lust filled brain against his pillows, before carefully coddling your in his arms, spooning you as his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you post-orgasmic form in his hold.

Soon enough a hand is tapping his cheek and the boy is turning his head, tongue lolling out as Suguru wipes your nectar off into the boy's awaiting mouth, saliva taking it's place as he cleans his forearm, the little content hums spilling from Satoru's lips, vibrating against your head as he lapped up the rest of your lingering juices. 

You don't remember much after that, fuzzy brain barely picking up on bleary images as you could faintly recall laying on a plush mattress, listening to faint whimpers and groans along with choked out whines as you watch heads bob upon hardened cocks as fingers stroked stiff lengths. You could remember tasting something salty as lips met yours before you were being placed in warm waters with lavender smelling soaps. You remember whining as they try to pull you into a bra and feeling cold water slipping down your throat before your tired eyes shut, wrapped in comforting arms.

You woke up sore, eyes sore, hands sore, neck sore, tits sore, thighs sore and you cunt was definitely sore, everything ached in a strangely delightful way as the heavy duvet draped over your frame paired with even heavier arms.

You could hear the sounds of their conversation, chests rumbling with words and as you burrowed closer to one body the sounds stilled, "are you awake baby," it was Suguru, his hand coming up to brush the hair that stuck to your cheek and you only mumbled incoherently, absorbing all the warmth they offered you as Satoru chuckled from behind you.

"Did you feel good," he teased, hands pinching at your hips.

"mhm," you hummed before peeking open your eyes, room dim as the closed curtains blocked out any light and suddenly you realize instead of Satoru's room you are in Suguru's, "it hurts," you murmured into the fabric covering Suguru's broad chest and his hand is reaching down to cup your ass, patting it and you quickly find out that you are dressed in only panties and a large t-shirt that definitely did not belong to you.

"A lot," Satoru questions into the shell of your ear, hands snaking up to grope at your boobs and you soon also figure out that you weren't wearing a bra beneath the baggy top.

"No," you mumble, "just achy," you sigh.

"So how was your first orgasm, hmm," the white haired boy continued, lips peppering a light kiss to your neck and you hissed at the feeling of him pressing down on what you assumed to be a bruise or hickey of some kind. 

"Nice," you yawn, "you should do that for me all the time," you grin jokingly before he bites down a little harder on your neck and their hands squeeze you a little tighter.

"Sure," Suguru is humming, "as long as you don't go to anyone else," and it sends a strange fluttering in your belly at the thought that they'd be willing to help you out.

"Well I told ya I'd fuck you like this until you could take my dick," and at Satoru's words you could feel your face warming.

"Until then I'll just use my hand for you then I guess," you sigh, feeling the boy jolt behind you before he laughed.

"Oh really I look forward to it then." 

It's only a couple weeks after when Satoru finally got to experience the moments he waited for.

"If I lick it will it feel good," you ask, staring up at the blue eyed boy between your lashes, hand running up and down his shaft as a gentle palm assisted you in your first ever handjob.

"There you go baby, just like that," and Suguru's sultry voice is against your ear, his body pinning you between the couch where spread legs lie, hard dick standing tall in front of you as he guided your hand up and down the stiffened cock.

"Fuck," Satoru hissed as Suguru squeezed your joined fists tight, your hand was covered by Suguru as he showed you how to make the white haired boy feel good before gasping out, "yes pretty girl," his chiseled chest heaving, "if you lick- ngh it I'll feel goo- oh fuck," and your tongue is already out, kitten licking the droplets of pre-cum that beaded at the tip.

"Good girl," the dark haired man praised, "making our Satoru feel so nice," and you continued with your mouth, tasting the salty liquid as you hand slid up and down his length before Suguru is letting go, leaving you to take care of the boy on your own. "If you suck on his tip he'll moan really pretty for you," the boy added before your intrusive eyes are on him.

"How would you know," you question and you are quick to realize, "you've done this before haven't you," you gasp and he grins. 

"I really thought you've heard us before," and he's smacking your ass making you yelp, so that's what all those groans were, you finally concluded as you leaned forward on Satoru's dick, suckling on his head and just like you were told a high pitched breathy moan broke past his lips as he threw his head back.

You knew they had done it once before because you remember a blurry memory of watching them after they finger fucked you for the first time, but you never really connected the dots that they might've done it before then too.

"You really are oblivious sometimes huh," Suguru's humming, his fingers toying with the waistband of your pants as you slobbered all over Satoru's shaft.

"Nuh uh," you mumbled before licking a long stripe up his throbbing cock, following a ridge of one of the veins that painted his oh so pretty dick, causing the boy to mewl.

"Such a liar," Suguru sighed, yanking down your pants much to your surprise, taking your panties with them in one swoop, as he used one of his arms to lift you up off the wooden planked floors as he forced the fabric away from your skin.

"Suguru," you gasp, swatting at his hands that gripped your waist.

"Relax princess," he merely cooed, "you focus on our pretty little boy yeah, don't mind me," you could only really heed his words as you couldn't pry off his greedy grip, not that you really wanted to anyways as you opened your mouth, slipping yourself down Satoru's spit soaked cock.

"Ah- fucking hell pretty," he bucked his hips, making you choke lightly as you press both your hands onto his thighs, trying to keep him still as you did your best to please him like you had once blearily watched Suguru do.

Speaking of Suguru you couldn't really feel much after he practically stole off your lower garments, just some shuffling and light touches but quickly that changed as between your thighs you felt something warm and slippery prod at your hole, making you force yourself off Satoru with a gasp.

Your gaze shifts downward only to find tantalizing purple eyes staring up at you between your thighs, "I told you to focus on Satoru," he chastised smacking the flesh of your ass once more, jiggling the cheek between his hands before he slithered his tongue out to lick at your folds once more, "I'll take care of your little mess, yeah," he winks before calling up to the boy you continued to stroke, "Toru, you should really see how wet you're making her," he exclaims and you could feel your face flush when his hands grab at your thighs, forcing your weight onto his face, "don't try and fight me," he murmurs the moment he feels you try and squirm back to your knees and you find yourself listening, quietly taking a seat on his face as you leaned forward, trying to ignore the sensation between your legs as you angled the springing cock in front of you downwards, opening your mouth wide as you did your best to loosen your throat, attempting to accommodate his frustratingly long member.

You could feel his fingers tangle in your hair as you slowly bobbed your head, feeling a tongue prod at your entrance and you couldn't help the way you rolled your hips, relishing in the groan that rumbled against your clit.

You watched as love drunk eyes stared at you mesmerized, open mouth letting out whines as you slid as far as you could go, taking him in and out as you rubbed whatever you couldn't reach, a silent promise in your gaze that'd you learned to swallow all of him but despite your inability he still seemed quite satisfied with the way moans left his pretty pink lips, but part of you was feeling bad, upset with not being able to take him in all his entirety and gently you slipped off, letting a glob of spittle run down his length as you fisted tightly.

"Let go of my hair Toru," you murmur and he whined out, "please just wanna make you feel better," you coo, moving your hand tightly as you tried your best to keep from moaning, your weeping core pooling in Suguru's mouth as he lapped you up in earnest, gliding between your folds as he sucked upon your clit, making sparks fluster up your thighs.

It felt weird to be eaten out, the feeling of his tongue unusual but not unwelcome, after all today was one full of unexplored territory as you gave Satoru your very first hand and blow job, but you wanted to give him more, not satisfied with the way your mouth could barely take him half way. "C'mon Toru," you plead, feeling your legs squeeze as Suguru's teeth lightly nicked against your clit, the stinging pain pleasurable.

Soon enough you felt reluctant hands untangle from your hair and you smile up at the boy, the very sight of him making you wet as his dewy eyes glowed for you, eying you with hunger as his pink lips grew swollen as he bit down, his sweaty face and disheveled hair still somehow beautiful, "my little angel," you whisper in praise, "gonna make you feel nice," you promise yet again, carefully taking your hand off his dick despite his loud protests, tears welling in his eyes.

"Don't go," he whimpered, trying to cup your face and you press a gentle kiss to his palm before leaning back.

"M'not going anywhere," you murmured, tapping his knee, "just wait a moment for me yeah pretty boy," you sigh out, doing your best not to succumb to your own pleasure as Suguru squirmed his tongue inside of you. You could feel their gazes burning against your skin, one pleading while the other drank up all your reactions and you forced yourself to ignore it, reaching for the hem of your shirt before swiftly yanking it off, revealing the pretty little bra Satoru had bought you, one of many that actually fit you perfectly.

"Come a little closer baby," you call for Satoru, his legs instantly moving as he sat at the very edge of the couch, and you smiled in appreciation, "good boy," you whisper, the words feeling dirty off your tongue but you say them anyways, enjoying the way his breath hitched at your words, "sit still for- ngh," you moan, head leaning against his thigh as fingers slowly pistoned in and out of your dripping cunt, lips wrapping around your clit, "still for me," you continue, lifting your head with a gasp, your hips wiggling to try and disrupt his steadily growing pace to no avail.

Satoru could only nod for you, his cock throbbing as his head leaked, begging for attention and you were eager to provide it as you lifted your tits, leaving them captured in your bra as you slipped him through your cleavage, pushing him all the way through, watching as he poked out through the top and you brought your hands up to the sides of your breasts, rubbing them over his length.

"Fuck baby, oh my god," he cried, bare chest heaving as he stared down at you, pretty boobs enveloping his dick and he bucked in your hold as he watched the blob of spit drip from your mouth and slide right into the crease of your chest before you start licking his tip, suckling as you began to bob your head, his hands instantly finding their way back into your hair, his thighs spasming with every particularly good swirl of your tongue.

The lewd shlick, shlick, shlick, of your mouth sliding in synch with the dripping squelching of your cunt as he delved into your arousal, drinking it up as though you were spewing wine, sinful

"S-So good for me, so fucking good for me," Satoru praised between gasps, "tits squeezing me so tight, feel so good, your mouth is so warm making me feel so good," he whimpered in repeat, "look so hot like this," he groaned and you could feel the hands threaded between your locks begin to push on your scalp, forcing you down and you didn't put up a fight, complying to his whims as the teary eyed boy whimpered out compliments.

Both his hands tangle between your hair, holding you by the sides of your head before he's forcing you down onto his dick, causing you to choke as he pushed you down deeper than before but he only mumbled a slurred out half-assed apology before doing it again, a sting of tears pricking at the corner of your eyes as you began to gag on his absurdly long dick as he planted his feet to the floor, thighs hitting the underside of your breast as he fucked into your throat, fuckin it as if it was your wet cunt, saliva mixing with his pre as it dripped onto your chest. The slight discomfort you felt was nothing compared to the heavenly sight of watching him chase his high, lips begging and pleading as he shook his hips, forcing wet sounds from your mouth.

"Ah fuck baby, so good for me you mouth and pretty tits- oh hell, ngh, feel so good," he praised his pace cruel as he continued. The sounds were sinful as not only did you loudly choke but the ungodly slurps emanating up from your cunt had you dripping even more, feeling that now familiar sensation of a tightening knot grow and soon enough you were bucking your own hips over Suguru's mouth, hips matching the same pace Satoru set for your mouth as you rode his face, taking no shame in your actions as you felt your tits tremble.

"Mm- oh- ngh baby m'gonna," he whimpered, "gonna cum, gonna cum," he warned, eyes wide and his hips stuttered, his balls clenching as you massaged every last drop from them, feeling hot spurts trickle down your throat, his body bucking and you only hummed, drinking his cum until it no longer spilled.

You come off with a pop, his heaving chest a sight to see and you plant your hands on his knees, sliding your breasts off and he grinned down at you, bleary eyes staring at you in pure bliss as he watched you now bask in your pleasure, fingers interlacing with his as you felt your own knot snap, lower belly warming as you began to gush into Suguru's groaning mouth, his lips suckling tightly as he drank you up.

From there on out your dirty little secret grew even more filthy as now at least once a week, one of the two boys had their fingers knuckle deep in your cunt while the other toyed with some other part of your body. It didn't matter the position, sometimes you were standing in the genkan, legs spread as you leaned against the wall for support, moans muffled by lips and fingers pounded into your sloppy pussy mere seconds after you walked through the door. Oral was also up on the table, dicks slipping into your mouth as you learned to suck one and stroke the other, sometimes even licking both their heads at the same time as they touched tips. At times you all pleasured each other, no one left out as fingers rammed deep into your guts as you slobbered over one cock while one of the men slobbered over the remaining

They began to grow more risky too, finding pleasure in the way you did your best to muffle your gasp as instead of sneaking kisses in the bathroom of his estate you were hiding your dripping cunt stuffed full of their fingers. You had on more than one occasion been pulled into a bathroom at a house party and found yourself on your knees in front of a hardened dick and you have had on more than one occasion have had a dick in your mouth under a cloth covered table at a restaurant surrounded by your friends while you humped their leg.

It was strange, the way the three of you found yourselves in a more sexually explicit relationship but you didn't really categorize it as friends with benefits because it wasn't just smutty intimacy but also romantic, as they spent hours after the fact cleaning you up, making sure you were fed, falling asleep with you bundled in their arms, even if you didn't please each other sexually that night.

It was strange, truly so, but you found yourself falling in a routine with them, pleasing them in whichever way they needed, whether it was a hug, a kiss, or their fingers inside you, or your mouth on them. If they needed emotional support, comfortable affection of filthy affection you gave it to them both, no questions asked, and they did the same.

It was then, after a few months they spent thoroughly stretching your pussy, before they even dared to answer one of your dirtiest little questions.

"What would it feel like if you fucked me" 

[is-the-sky-blue]

DIRTY LITTLE SECRETS (PT 1): GOJO SATORU & GETO SUGURU

Synopsis: When you have questions about physical intimacy Satoru and Suguru are quick to answer them.

Warnings: 18+, satosugu x fem!reader, lots of kissing, praise, teasing

>Part 1< Part 2 Part 3

The subject of physical intimacy never really felt like a taboo topic for you, especially when you were only discussing it with your two close friends and you were swimming in unanswered questions.

The very first time you brought it up was in elementary school when you watched Suguru's mother plant a peck onto his father's cheek. It was a strange sight for your young mind to comprehend as you sat on the floor squished between the two boys, backs leaning against the Geto family's pristine couch that your trio never really used, your fingers toying with tufts of the rug as Digimon played on the television.

"What was that?" you questioned with a tilt of you head, wide eyes parting as the scene dispersed, training your focus on the kid of the two lovers.

"A kiss?" he said confused, unsure on what your question was trying ask, "doesn't your mama do that for your papa too," he raised his brow, pudgy fingers plopping a gold fish cracker into his mouth as you shook your head.

"My mama only kisses my forehead," you tap the space above your brows, "I thought your mama and papa are only supposed to kiss you, not each other," and Suguru stares at you quizzically.

"My mama and papa kiss all the time though," he states before turning to Satoru, "do your parents kiss," he asks, waving his hands in front of the young Gojo's face to pry his blue eyes from the tv.

"What!" he exclaims, glaring at the boy on your other side, not catching the question Suguru threw at him before rudely interrupting his Digimon time.

"Do your mama and papa kiss?" you queried this time, watching as his eyebrows raised.

"Not in front of me but sometimes, yeah," he says, biting the head off a red sour path kid.

"Does that mean my mama and papa are kissing in secret," you wondered, the image of your non affectionate parents pressing kisses to each other's forehead out of view from your eyes seeming like a strange secret to keep from you, especially when they argue with each other in front of you all the time.

"Probably," Suguru nods and the three of you brush past it.

The second time you ask about kissing is in your first year of junior high, coddled in blankets as your head rested on Satoru's shoulder as he munched on the popcorn in a bowl he held in his lap, Suguru on his opposite side. The heater rumbled in the corner as snowflakes fell from the night sky. The three of you sat peacefully on the couch, finally transitioning to sitting on the plush cushions of Suguru's sofa as you watched a cheesy Christmas rom-com movie.

"Doesn't that feel funny," you pipe up, watching as the main characters fell into each other's embrace, lips slipping against one another, and you finally realized why this sappy holiday movie was rated PG-13, as between their pressed lips you could see peeks of their tongue pushing into each other's mouths, holding their bodies close to one another as the camera panned around, showing different views of their searing and long awaited kiss that their impalpable chemistry yearned for.

"Funny?" Suguru mumbles, "why would it feel funny."

"They are putting their tongues in each other's mouth," you state bluntly, watching as their lips part as they pant only for the romantic music to persist as they leaned in once more, "wouldn't that feel... slimy?"

"Maybe," Satoru chimes, highly uninterested in the film you insisted on watching in the name of festivity, claiming it had to be good after seeing so many trailers and teasers for the film, "they are swapping spit"

 "It sounds gross when you say it that way," Suguru gagged, the scene in front of him now making him cringe.

"But it's the truth," Satoru huffs loading his mouth with butter covered kernels as you nodded your head.

"Then why do they do it if it feels weird," you furrow your brows.

"It must feel nice or something," Satoru concludes as though it was obvious, "love interests always talk about how their heart skips a beat whenever kissing is mentioned, but I feel like they might just be sick."

"It's supposed to be romantic," Suguru scrunched his nose and you had to admit the borderline make out scene on the television did seem pretty loving.

"Is feeling funny romantic," you question, confused.

"Well they say that you feel butterflies in your stomach when you like someone," the dark haired boy states, recalling the cliche line that seemed to satisfy your curiosities.

But that was until Satoru asked, "You wanna try it."

HUH!!!!

To say you were shocked would be an understatement with the way you physically flinched at the question. Try it, try kissing, kissing who, kissing them? You could feel yourself grow slightly warmer but as Suguru merely shrugged with a simple "sure," that appeared nonchalant but the blush on his face betrayed him, your mind caught up with your body which you found was already nodding.

Kissing, you were going to kiss them, your first kiss would be with one of them, but with who? It appeared the two boys also had the same internal monologue as Satoru hummed with furrowed brows, "should we just play rock paper scissors," he questioned, "and whoever is holding the same sign kiss first." Your first kiss would be decided by a game of rock paper scissors... you had to admit that this was pretty on brand for your trio.

Soon enough all three of your fists were shaking as the murmured, "rock paper scissors," was said until three sets of scissors appeared on each of your fingers, "again?" Satoru asked but you merely shook your head with a coy little grin.

"The fates have already spoken," you teased, "we all have to kiss."

"How?" Satoru mumbled watching as suddenly the gears began to turn in Suguru's head as his foot reached out to grab the coffee table and pulled it closer to the couch.

"Sit," he merely commanded, eyes on you as he gestured towards the structure and you quickly oblige, finding yourself eager to be apart of his newly formed plan as you peeled yourself from the bundle of blankets, shivering slightly at the feeling of the cool material seeping into the pant legs of your fuzzy pajamas, staring at the two boys who now sat in front of you.

"What now," you ask, staring at Suguru as he merely shook his head.

"I'm not really sure," he grinned bashfully, "but if we all lean it should work." 

"What a plan," Satoru scoffed, earning a light punch to the shoulder.

"What else should we do," Suguru retorted, "if we share each others first kiss then there is less stress," the dark haired boy grumbled, "it's hard to decide who I would want to kiss first," it was said quietly, barely above a whisper but you caught it, a gentle smile crossing your lips as you pressed a hand to his knee.

"We can just try," you mused, "it's just the three of us anyways, no ones gonna tell." 

"Guess so," Satoru huffed "am I supposed to count down or somethi-" but he cut himself off, watching the way you began to lean forward and quickly he followed suit.

It was strange to say the least, two pairs of lips on your own as the three of you kissed, a little triangle of mouths. Your eyes were screwed shut, focusing on the feeling, slightly scared what you'd see if you opened them. The kiss was short, quick, and kind of weird but the warming of your cheeks explained how oddly nice it felt as you pulled away.

You felt suddenly breathless as you pulled your hands into fists, staring wide eyed at the bright blushing boys in front of you.

You had just kissed them.

You had given your first kiss to Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru.

You might be the only person to say that, say your first kiss was given to not only one person but two. The strange pride you felt in your chest was oddly satisfying.

"What now," Satoru was the first to break the silence and you couldn't keep yourself from staring at his lips as he spoke, mesmerized.

"You two kiss first," you mumble out, forcing yourself to make eye contact with him and you could feel the anticipation in your gut grow as they stared at each other with flushed faces.

"Us two," Suguru murmured, entranced by his friend's eyes before turning to you, "why?"

"I want to watch," you admit shamelessly, adjusting your position as you sat comfortably on the table, enjoying the sight of the two boys on the couch who grew warm at your confident words, but the way Suguru slid his hand to cup Satoru's cheeks had you growing warm.

His finger brushed over his pink skin, holding his head in both his hands, keeping him still as they stared at each other intently and you could see Satoru's adam's apple bob ever so slightly as Suguru took the initiative, head moving closer before their lips melded, and your eyes refused to blink, scared to miss a single second as you watched your best friends kiss each other gently.

It lasted a couple seconds and you drank up every second, their lips didn't move like in the film, tongues didn't dance and part of you wanted to speak up about it, mention how they were doing it incorrectly, but you couldn't, it didn't feel right to comment as you watched the way their chest heaved as they panted into each other's mouth as they pulled away.

Instead you merely queried, "did it feel good," and Suguru turned his hooded eyes to you, hand carefully making it's way to your face and you found anticipation begin to grow.

"Why don't you see for yourself."

Quickly you fell into him, eyes shutting as you let him kiss you and you could feel yourself understanding why they couldn't bring themselves to press their tongues inside like the actors had done in the movie, the rush of adrenaline and pure excitement his lips elicited had you clenching your fists as you leaned against him, you felt like a ball of nerves, scared to mess up but the small area where the two of you connected slowly began to soothe you.

God was your face hot.

You pulled away breathless, closed eyes opening to Suguru's smug smile as he tossed your question back at you, "did it feel good," and you felt a strange warmth in your belly as your post-kissed lips pursed.

"mhm," was all you could hum, tongue suddenly feeling numb in your mouth, you don't think you were going to kiss like the movie tonight but that didn't elicit any kind of disappointment, not when Satoru perked in his spot.

"My turn," was all he said before he began to lean in, hands tracing the spots where Suguru once placed his warm palms, his long fingers extending further that his counterpart as his somehow cold hands held you, pretty pink lips finding their way to yours as he quickly captured you.

For some reason you believed that kissing would always feel the same, sure there were different types of kisses but you thought that kissing Suguru would feel the same as kissing Satoru but quickly you were proven wrong, even if it was through a little closed mouth connection.

Suguru was light, lips pressing yours tenderly and with this all consuming warmth as his hot palms held your head lightly, holding you close whereas Satoru was a little bit rougher, lips pressing hard into yours as though he was trying to devour you, his slightly cold palms cupping your face gently but firmly as he pulled you into him.

They were each other's antithesis and yet despite their contrasting polarities you were undoubtedly attracted to both, finding yourself melting into both kisses with earnest as you found yourself just as breathless as Satoru pulled away, his fingers pinching the fat of your cheek one last time before letting them fall to his sides.

You felt like you were on a whole other plane of existence as your lungs tried to find air, your eyes finding pretty little grins that made you splay one on your own kiss fried lips.

Over the years the three of you had shared many secrets, from Satoru confessing to the two of you that it was indeed him that had broken the principal's window with a baseball, to Suguru confiding that he had practically run away from a girl who tried to give him a love letter.

Now the three of you had shared yet another secret, but this one was far from the rest, settling in it's own little category, hiding from prying eyes, it's content much more intimate than the others.

A dirty little secret had begun to fester and the three of you nurtured it with care.

The moment had marked the very first point in time in which you grew much more intimate.

Farewells were no longer only paired with hugs but kisses to the cheek or forehead as well. Cuddles on the couch oftentimes included a kiss to the lips. Innocent touches began to grow much more common as the three of you found yourself locked in Suguru's room, lips touching lips in the space, as unlike your home, in the Geto household the open door policy was not in effect.

So behind closed doors the three of you stole not only each other's first kiss, but your second, third, fourth, and many more after that.

It was in your second year of junior high when your kisses were born from less desire and more fun, a general domestic love beginning to blossom and snickers parted past your lips.

"Orange!"

"Strawberry."

They threw out their guesses, licking off the gloss coating their mouths. "Strawberry," you nod and Suguru pumped his fists as Satoru slumped.

"How is that strawberry," he fumed, leaning in for yet another taste of your chapstick covered lips only to grumble in annoyance, "Suguru what kind of lip glosses are you buying," he huffs, "they don't even taste right," and Suguru shrugged his shoulders, indulging in your taste once again before sighing.

"First of all these are chapsticks," the boy corrected, "second of all don't blame me because your tastebuds are all messed up." 

"Are not!"

"Are too!"

Currently they were in a battle to see who could guess the most flavours correct after Suguru had given you a multi pack of chapsticks at the store his uncle ran, getting them for free after stocking a couple shelves, determined to place them in your care after an offhand comment you made about your lips being dry.

"Did you taste the flavours before giving them to her like some weirdo pervert," Satoru accused as you wiped off the previous flavour, secretly spreading a different balm over your lips, "are you into licking chapsticks and then giving them to girls!"

"You were there when she opened the package."

"You could've resealed it."

"Stop being a sore loser," Suguru complained before training his attention on you, watching as you laugh in jest, clearly enjoying their banter before stealing your focus, your eyes instinctively falling closed as he cupped your face, thumb trailing over the apple of your cheek as he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, your shoulders decompressing as you eagerly melted into him before he was rudely pulled off.

"Stop hogging her, you are going to lick off the taste," Satoru is quick to state before leaning in, capturing your lips before you could even open your eyes again. You can hear a thwack as Suguru smacks the boys back, the jolt lightly jostling your own head.

"I'm not licking off anything," he grumbles, rolling his eyes as the snowy haired boy finally reeled himself away, or rather you pushed him off, hand coming up to his mouth to keep him from going in again as you laughed, trying to catch your stolen breath as Satoru licked his lips.

"You have your guesses," you muse at the two boys, their heads nodding before you count down.

"Vanilla!"

"Vanilla."

You have to bite your lips to keep a giggle at bay, the way they look at each other is filled with so much irritation.

"You stole my answer!" Satoru claims with an accusatory finger.

"Why would I steal your answer if you've been wrong for the past five rounds!" and before you let their bickering continue, you cut them off.

"Well regardless you both are wrong," you confess, openly snickering at their widened eyes before reaching behind you to grab the container, flashing the label.

"Snowstorm..." Suguru trails off.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME," Satoru exclaims, brows shooting to his forehead before he's on you, tackling you onto Suguru's mattress, cupping the back of your head to make sure you don't hit the sheets too hard before he's sitting on your torso, staring down at you. "What the hell does a snowstorm taste like," he scrunches his face, faux anger directed towards you as though you were the one to manufacture the labels.

"Vanilla apparently," you laugh, his fingers merely gripping your shoulders tighter before kissing you once more, mumbling, 'snowstorm my ass,' as he tastes it again, or rather you again.

Until then the dirty little secret the three of you shared wasn't all that dirty, you merely pressed closed mouth kisses to each other's lips, tiny little pecks at best onto your faces in the confines of a bedroom, hands never trailing below the shoulders, never taking the time to explore the intricacies of each others bodies, tongues never taking the time to explore each other's mouths.

Well that was until the holidays rolled around once more, the three of your perched on Suguru's couch as junior high third years, the very same movie playing on the screen.

"Do you still think it feels funny," Satoru chimes smugly, elbowing your side as he sits in the middles, squished between you and Suguru much like a couple years prior as he held the bowl of popcorn in his hands.

"I dunno," you murmur, the scene that sparked the question that day playing on the television as the actor's slipped inside each other's mouths.

"What do you mean you don't know," he huffs, leaning his head on your shoulder as you focus on the screen.

"Well we only really give each other, pecks..." you try, "while they are french kissing," the terms felt quite foreign on your tongue, the only reason they were added to your dictionary because of a youtube video you watched. You weren't signed into your account so the generic algorithm, yet to be fed with your likes presented an array of miscellaneous content, one of which titled 'How to French Kiss' that caught your attention quickly, and despite your brain telling you it was stupid and weird thing to watch you still clicked on it, watching mesmerized as two people went through different types of kisses, ranging from the chaste kisses you were familiar with to ones full of tongue that you had only witnessed in films.

"Isn't french kissing the one where they kiss each other's cheeks," Satoru furrows his brows.

"That is French," Suguru notes, "but a french kiss is like the one they're doing," he gestures to the movie.

"It's the one where they shove their tongues in their mouths," you add and Satoru cringed much like how he did last year when you stated the same words and he sighs before collecting himself.

"You wanna try," and you could feel a strange sense of deja vu as the events began to play out once more. Suguru's foot grabbed the table and you found your seat, as instead of playing rock paper scissors this time you urged the two boy's to kiss first and they quickly obliged your request, never ones to ever really deny you. 

"You sure you don't wanna all touch tongues first," Satoru hums, teasingly eying you as Suguru carefully grasped his face, listening to your laugh before lips splayed onto his.

You stared intently as the scene unfolded similarly to years prior, and the longer you watched the more you realized that this was far too similar to years prior. Their tongues not dancing and instead of biting back your words you blurt them out, "you are supposed to use your tongue," you state and you can hear Suguru hum as he pulls away.

"I was getting there," he grumbles, eying your captivated figure before an all too smug smirk graced his lips that soon captured Satoru once more. You were glued to the scene, a muffled gasp playing into your ears as Suguru finally parted their sealed lips, mouths moving in tandem as between their newly angled heads, pretty peeks of pink tongues were spotted. You watched as though they were a film, two teenage boys holding each other tightly, Suguru's hands cupping Satoru's face gingerly while he threaded his fingers through dark locks, their faces illuminated by the tv screen behind you, painting reddened cheeks with a frosty blue glow as they moved their eager mouths.

They were an oil painting, a beauty that you felt unworthy to bare witness to as they displayed themselves to you, vulnerable and full of desire as they slid against one another, hands beginning to wander as Suguru slid from Satoru's warmed cheeks to his shoulders before planting on his hips, the hands threaded in his hair yanking and you licked your watering mouth, their eyes closed in bliss as hums of contentment rang through your ears, audio of the movie that once played ignored as the only music you wanted to listen to was them, the only art you wanted to consume was them.

It was delicate in the way the two finally pulled away, kiss bitten lips finally experiencing what it was to kiss, what it was to love, to pour yourself into a single part of yourself, to share that love with a partner despite the labels placed on one another being friends, they experienced a yearning for more and that yearning included you.

"Does it feel nice," you muse, the nostalgic words bringing Suguru's love drunk hooded eyes towards you, hair that was once neatly tied in a pretty black bun falling in rivulets as they framed his face.

"Do you run on a script or something," the boy mused, glittering at the familiar words as he reached for you.

"Just following tradition," you hum, "after all isn't that a large part of the holidays," you smile as he begins to lean closer.

"I don't really like traditions," he sighs, "but if those traditions include you two, I'll follow them until the day I die," and he shifted closer before murmuring, "why don't you see for yourself," to appease you and just like that he was on you, leaving you no time to laugh at the sappy words as he pressed himself into you, and finally you began to understand why he placed a chaste kiss to Satoru first.

The nerves that jumbled beneath your skin at the thought of participating in a tongue driven dance melted as he consumed you, the familiar feeling of his lips that you've felt against yours for hours at a time gracing your mouth, nothing different, nothing new, your fear of the unknown now deceased as he gave you a comfort of the known, warm lips against yours as his warm hands pressed against your cheeks before he pulled away, letting you take in a breath of air before he stole it once more.

He grasped you in his spell once more, enchanting you to his whims as he angled his head in a way you've never felt before, his lips hitting yours as he urged you to open your mouth alongside him, gently guiding you in a waltz as you finally felt his warm tongue enter your mouth, the foreign intrusion not unwelcome as he helped, his roaming hands finding purchase on your hips with one on the back of your scalp, pushing you into him as you fisted the fabric of his shirt, scared to explore as you went dizzy as he drank you in, guiding you so gently as you kissed, lips glued as he moved you in sync.

It was heated, with a fuzzy feeling lighting up your brain as you focused on him and only him, his two hands that were on you, drinking in their warmth until that warmth multiplied to four and you immediately recognize his touch, his slightly colder hands running along the length of your waist, lithe fingers squeezing as they scaled every curve. You were being devoured, nibbled upon by gentle lips and groping touches as they both set off on an adventure, wandering around on the island of your body and you let them.

You couldn't help but whine when you felt the warm kiss break off, cold air rushing into your screaming lungs that you couldn't care less about, you wanted him, needed him but before you could even make an attempt for his pretty lips he sang those oh so familiar words, "did it feel good," and just like last time your fumbling mouth couldn't run, words stolen by him as you merely hummed.

"mhm," airy and light as you stared at him with desire, feeling your beating heart thrum in your ears as you felt the hands that traversed your waist pull you towards him, grabbing your attention with his beautiful blue eyes, pink lips awaiting your arrival as he grinned.

"My turn pretty," he didn't ask but rather commanded, and you couldn't give yourself time to dwell on the pet name that spilled from his lips, the name that didn't refer to you as pretty but the embodiment of the word itself, your warmed cheeks the only evidence of his effect as he pulled for you and you shut your eyes to wait, only to hear a soft, "Tilt your head Toru," and as you peeked them open you could see Suguru's large fingers guiding Satoru's mouth to yours, angling his face to the side and you could feel yourself burning, lips parting and then you could feel Satoru on you, lips finding purchase on your own and you reached for his face, hands cupping Suguru's who merely interlaced your fingertips upon Satoru's cheek.

Satoru was, much like with all the sweets he ate, eager, tongue delving into your mouth. He was Suguru's opposite in all forms as his sloppy, unpracticed lips took whatever you had to offer. It was a clash of teeth and tongue and while it was messy and far from the tender guiding kiss Suguru offered it still made your mind blast off fireworks.

He didn't guide you but dominated you much to your compliance as your melting lips put up no protest. His hands travelled high up your torso, barely brushing against the side of your boob before travelling back down, elated fingers brushing and squeezing as he kissed you, finally and truly kissed you.

The two of you separated against your own will but to your lungs relief, as your heaving chest gulped down air as soon as your connected mouth parted, but despite your detachment a single clear tether held your two mouths together,  the thin bridge connecting you two slowly dissolved the further your head shifted away.

Suguru could feel himself gulp, the lewd saliva strand that stood between his two friend's mouths doing things to his body he couldn't quite understand, the very image something he wanted to burn into his memory, a picture he wanted to frame and as he watched the two of you pant he couldn't help the tug on his chest that filled him with lust.

He watched as your form straightened, bleary eyes blinking as you stared at Satoru, cloudy vision trained on his lips and as you opened your mouth to speak he expected to hear your sultry voice spill a praise that'd make his heart skip a beat, but he was quick to put that thought to rest.

"S-Satoru are you..." you pause, catching your breath, "eating sour gummies," you question, eyes wide with shock as Satoru flinched at your words.

"W- Wha, huh, N-No!" he stumbles, taken aback.

"You are," you gasp, "you totally are!" and you are pouncing forward, trying to pat around the couch to find where he hid the package as Suguru quickly removed the popcorn bowl from the vicinity, placing it on a side table as you and Satoru begin to wrestle, the white haired boy trying to fight you off as you peel away the blankets.

"Get off me you psycho!" he exclaims, "I don't have anything."

"Then why do you taste like blue raspberry!" you yell.

Soon enough your dirty little secret grew a little bit more filthier as instead of quick little kisses the three of you entered in contact that would be considered make outs. Bodies tightly wound as hands wandered from waists, to hips, to light brushes against chests and sliding over an occasional ass. Lips were more fervent in their approach with erotic sounds to match the pace as little whines and gasps graced the room.

Kisses were often given in more risky places eliciting slight protests as you hid between tall abandoned shelves in the library, pinned between bodies and books as they'd shush you. Kisses placed in the Gojo estates bathroom as you did your best to stay quiet as to not alert the wandering workers as they cleaned the manor. 

Your kisses never escalated into anything more but the two boys always seemed to scratch the irritating itch at the back of your brain that blossomed every so often, the itch they clambered over to soothe. The kisses you shared were always heated, lasting for nearly hours as the time between each session was lingering near months as times like this came few and far between. Despite the fact that something like this should've signaled something more in your trio, should've alluded to the three of you taking the next step in your relationship, you all stayed at the title of friends, or best friends, if that made it any better.

You were just a couple of pals who made out once and a while and went out together all the time, some would say you were dating but the thought never really crossed your mind, mainly because you didn't dare think about it. Especially since the kisses you shared weren't given on the regular, even quick pecks hidden from the public's eyes, it was because these were your dirty little secrets.

[is-the-sky-blue]

WARM: GOJO SATORU & GETO SUGURU

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, satosugu x fem!reader, pet names, praise, teasing, fingering, finger sucking, spanking, begging

You don't think you've ever felt this warm.

You don't think you've ever sweat this much.

Breathy whines and pants broke past your kiss bitten lips, growing more and more swollen as you try to keep them shut, the embarrassment creeping up your ears with the sheer volume you cried only to find fingers fucking themselves into your mouth, making you gag as his sultry voice whispered, "cheer f'me pretty," breathtaking blue eyes capturing your gaze as you suckled, whining as he pulled them off your tongue but blushing as he put them into the mouth of the man in front of you, his deep groan making you reel as his hooded purple irises stared at you with so much desire you couldn't keep the eye contact.

It was humiliating, to be stripped bare, pink panties and bra flung somewhere left to be found in the morning as you were too preoccupied with the fuzzy sensation in your stomach.

You never tried to get here, didn't do anything to end up in this predicament and yet here you were, melding into their two bodies as they reduced you to a blabbering puddle, the film you wanted to watch remaining at the title screen as you couldn't even hit play before they pounced.

You were a mess, your sweaty limbs entangling with anything they could grab, fingers flexing and pulling as Suguru sat cross legged on the floor with you in his lap, your chest pressed into his annoyingly still clothed one as you wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers every so often tugging at the ends of his luscious dark locks as you attempted to burrow your flushed and damp face into the crook of his neck.

"Please, please, please," was the only thing you could whimper as you felt your thighs jiggle with each slap of their fingers. Satoru's hot breath fanned over your sweltering neck as he leaned over your back, hand sliding into the stickiness between your legs.

Suguru had one large hand wrapped around your waist, cupping the fat of your hips as you squirmed, keeping you planted on his lap as you tried to worm yourself to your knees, trying to let your skin hit the plush pink rug on your bedroom floor that was now getting soaked.

Satoru was seated infuriatingly close to your back, leaning onto you, sharing his warmth and you could only pant as you overheated from both their bodies and the incessant stimulation they forced upon your submissive figure.

Suguru's thick fingers pounded into your dripping pussy, slipping inside in tandem with the digits Satoru squirmed inside as well, four varying shaped objects now ramming inside, wiggling against your velvety walls as you writhed against them.

You g-spot whined in aggravation as it was assaulted, your clit not safe from their relentless attack either as Satoru slid one of his insanely long and deft fingers over the weeping bud, rolling and twisting with such care you felt tears begin to well.

It was warm, very, very, warm, the closed door of your bedroom refusing air circulation as you remained sandwiched between their taught and muscular forms that molded you to their whims.

"What d'ya need baby," Satoru hummed into the shell of your ear, causing you to shudder as he thrusted up.

"What are you beggin for pretty girl," Suguru murmured into your hair, the vibrations tingling onto you breasts as you pressed against his chest, his hand forcing you to arch into him.

"I-" you gasped, your cheeks impossibly warm as you tried to pull yourself away, fingers pushing onto Suguru's broad shoulders as you attempting to pry yourself from their stifling grasp, from the monstrous pace destroying your weeping walls, "can't- oh fuck," you squirmed, hips spasming as you felt the butterflies flap their wings languidly in your lower belly, the heat, your boyfriends could only pool, swarming in your stomach as you shook.

"Don't try and run princess," Satoru chastised, peeling his hand from your clit only to smack your ass, flesh reverberating against his hand as the loud, smack, did nothing to drown out the embarrassing, shlick shlick shlick, your cunt sang. It only caused you to clench around them as they pistoned inside you, refusing to leave you empty as Suguru always had two digits far up your cunt whenever Satoru pulled out and vice versa. You could feel Suguru groan at the grip you had on him. "Gonna make you feel good, gonna give you everything you want," he continued, pressing a bite into your shoulder, causing you to whine before he licked over the pain, he purposefully spread, with his tongue, lapping at your sweat soaked skin as though he was a healing balm.

"Want you to sto- AH!" you moaned, fingers fisting themselves into Suguru's hair as you screamed, leaning your head back onto Satoru's shoulders as your toes curled, a particularly punishing plunge forcing itself into your guts. You panted shamelessly, feeling as though you'd pass out as only heated oxygen entered your lungs, the blood rushing beneath your skin on a tirade as you panicked at the feeling of your approaching orgasm.

"What did you want baby," Satoru took the moment to tease, circling your clit as he pushed you further into Suguru's torso, eying the way your shaking tits compressed, before pressing a fervent kiss to your lips, shoving his tongue down your throat as you could only close your eyes, mewling into his mouth as you couldn't find enough control of your body to kiss him back.

The string of saliva that hung between your now parted mouths making Suguru chuckle as you stared starry eyed at the sight, your clenching walls a strong indication on how the horny image turned you on impossibly more.

You gasped, chest growing tight as you tried to fight back again, trying to force your knees onto the carpet to pull yourself off their fingers, to lessen how far they squirmed inside, but their hands merely followed your hips, no stutter in the erotic, pap, pap, pap, as you hovered off Suguru's toned thighs, boobs pressing into his face as you tried to compose yourself, his tongue coming to suckle at your nipple before you tugged harshly at his hair, trying to force him off, "I ca-, mmm, c-can't," you sobbed, feeling the tears begin to fall one at a time, trickling off your jaw, down your hickey marred neck and into the cleavage of your chest, trying to fall into the dip of your boob only for Suguru to lick it up, covering your chest in his saliva despite your efforts to pry his heated mouth away.

"What d'ya mean you can't," Satoru huffed, jamming his fingers inside quicker and quicker, "pretty sure this pussy wants even more" he grunts, making you see stars as you convulsed, pulling your ass closer to Suguru, you clit meeting his pecks as you forced your hips up and away from the maniac behind you, your arms wrapped tight around his head, trying to pull away from the deranged momentum.

"I can't, ngh, Toru I can't, please!" you wailed, bringing a hand to try and push him back, his bare shoulders, exposed by his fitted tank top clad torso, not budging under your pressure as you mustered all your strength into your perspiring palm, shoving him as you dropped back into a sit, knees giving out as you tried to grind yourself impossibly closer into your dark haired partner. "Satoru," you smacked his arm, hitting and pushing as you tried to keep distance between you and him to no avail, his chest firm against your shoulder blades. "S-Slow d-down" you squealed, his pounding much faster than Suguru's, the stark contrast forcing your insides to flutter as they squelched, dribbling down as you pooled between your legs, drooling cunt drip, drip, dripping, like a leaky faucet. You slithered a hand behind you, tightly grasping Satoru's wrist, feeling the muscles flex and contract beneath your touch, trying to make him, at the very least, pause for a moment, but despite your pleads and efforts his fingers plunged deeper and deeper, hitting spots of you that only his long fingers could as Suguru scissored you wide.

"S-Slow d-down," he snickered in a mocking moan, pinching your clit between his hands, forcing himself between your cunt and Suguru's abdomen. "Awh is my baby overwhelmed," he blew against your ear, fat droplets spilling down your cheek as you felt your mind begin to melt.

"S-Suguru," you squealed, staring up at him with glassy eyes and a pout, "h-he-hel-help," your voice stuttered, their rampaging digits shaking the entirety of your figure.

The soothing grin on his face did nothing to appease the overstimulating sensation burning your lower half. "Mmm, I am helping angel," he cooed, slipping his hand from your back to your cheek, running a gentle thumb over the apple of it, "makin you feel good, yeah, got you squirming and lookin so pretty for me, for us," he purred "you're gonna cum fer' us right, reward us with your juices," he cocked a grin, forcing you to stare into his overbearing purple as his knuckles dripped in your flooding essence, it sliding down his forearm in an erotic waterfall. "Gonna cum like a good girl right, gonna orgasm and tremble in our arms," he said so sweetly it fucked with your brain, "gonna help you through it," and you whimpered desperately.

"It-" you choked, "s'too much," you squeezed your eyes shut, rolling your hips in yet another feeble attempt to slow them down.

"But doesn't it feel nice," he whispered, "don't we make you feel so nice baby, that fuzzy feeling in your tummy is good ain't it," he persuaded, "tellin us to stop when my little princess down their is drooling and telling me she's happy," Suguru coos so gently, his tender tone a stark contrast to the filth spilling from his lips as he rammed into your cunt.

"She's singing my love," Satoru grins, the wet smacks of your pussy echoing throughout the hot room, you swore steam was beginning to cloud the walls as your eyes fogged over, salty droplets doing nothing to clear your vision as your breaths stuttered, "telling us to keep goin," he murmurs, "clenching so tightly, not wanting to let us go."

"m'not," you try and protest, shaking your heavy head.

"Baby don't lie," Suguru chastised, slapping your ass and you moaned so loudly it had them smirking. "She's so tight even though we keep fuckin her open," he praised and you felt muddled as he complimented your cunt instead of you.

You could feel your tongue loll out as you tried to gasp for air, your hips finally giving out and you just had to let them have their way as you cried, their tender kisses contrasting their rolling digits.

"it, it's, s'warm," you cry weakly.

"I know baby, I know," Suguru pecked your temple, comforting your melting body in his embrace.

"feel it," you mumbled, blinking out tears through your wet lashes.

"Mhm," Satoru hums, "what's it feel like," he cooed, grabbing a fistful of your hair before yanking you back, no longer letting you press your head into Suguru's chest and you squealed. Your eyes began to glaze, as he stared at you, as they both gazed at you.

"S'warm nd fuzzy," you confessed, "feels tingly," you whined, "my tummy feels tingly nd it, it," you groaned, "s'burning," you sob, breathlessly, "s'throbbing my tummy is-" you sighed, feeling them hit you just right, "feels," you cry "feels good!" this electric pulse began to track beneath your skin, making your toes curl as you contracted, your muscles beginning to grow taught. "Feel so, so, so, so, good," you babble as you tried to swallow the drool beginning to pool in your mouth, tiny rivulet slipping past your lip as you squirmed and cried, and then you felt it, between your walls their fingers connected, there were four digits and they were beginning to interlace, bending at the knuckles, spreading you wide.

"FUCK!" you screamed at the realization, they were practically holding hands while inside you. Then you heard it, the sucking and panting as they kissed over your head, "fuck, fuck, fuck," you began to grow even wetter, even hornier, if that was possible.

It was as though lights were beginning to flicker on, one after the other, growing brighter and brighter, burning their bulbs, this all consuming tremor snaking up your spine, "s'coming, oh my god!" you whine, watching as their lips parted, melted limbs no longer letting you hump or grind for more friction as you sobbed, erotic ah, ah, ah's, leaving your lips with every thrust upwards. "Please, please, please," you begin to beg despite not needing to, they were giving you everything you need, everything you could ever want and more, they were pleasing you, drilling you open as they satisfied every last nerve in your body. "Cumming," you pant, "m' gonna cum!" you scream, moaning pornographically as you felt their intertwined fingers rut into you, touching every last aching bit of your sobbing cunt as that overwhelming ecstasy consumed you, their murmured praises and encouragement falling deaf upon your blood rushing ears as that final thrust, that final swipe onto your clit had you spilling, heat bursting throughout every limb as shockwaves rippled throughout your trembling body. Your soul ascending at the out of body experience.  Tears fell freely as you shook there, open mouthed, choked out, high pitched moans filling the space as you pooled, flooding every last drop you had inside of you out, relief permeating your bones as the stressed out knot in your gut snapped and gushed.

 "I, ugh- oh " you whimpered, hot mouths searing your neck as they peppered calming kisses over your skin, their plunging fingers beginning to slow as Satoru eased up his frantic rubbing, instead tracing languid circles on your clit as he helped you ride it out.

"Doing so good baby, just breath," Suguru cooed, cupping your face with one of his hands as you sobbed, "breath c'mon my pretty little girl, such a good girl," he mumbled as you hiccupped, bleary eyed as you felt that tingle recede from your convulsing limbs, travelling down and back to your slobbering cunt, dripping out into your cum as you gasped, the crashing ocean meeting the shore, their gentle laps at the sand fueling your cunt as the last drops came out in waves, recoiling before pushing forward, growing smaller and smaller each time as your hips stuttered, rolling in slow circles as you felt yourself come back to the ground. You squeezed your eyes shut before falling limp, Suguru catching you into his chest and carefully you felt their fingers separate in your spent out pussy, slowly, they pulled out, unstuffing your cunt before they left you empty, the feeling of your crying walls fluttering around nothing making you sob weakly into his chest, hiccups shaking your torso as you cried. 

"Did so well pretty thing," Satoru cooed, and your fuzzy visioned eyes couldn't see the way him and Suguru swapped hands, the dark haired man letting the snowy haired boy suckle on his sticky, cum lathered fingers as Satoru placed his fingers onto Suguru's tongue, the sound of their spit swishing as they sucked and sucked, groaning at your nectar. "My baby tastes so good," he moaned, licking up from Suguru's elbow, the long stream of slick staining his tongue as Suguru cradled your exhausted form in his arm, soothingly patting your head as you caught your breath, the sounds of his spittle mixing with your essence making your mind throb as you tried not to dwell on it, focusing on your heaving chest.

Suguru suckled gently, tongue wrapped around each digits as he wiped you off from Satoru's fingers, opening his mouth wide to let Satoru rub his wet forearm over his tongue, letting him taste every last drop and he lapped it up in earnest. "So sweet," he praised, removing his hand from Satoru's mouth, disregarding the protesting whines the white haired boy let out as he rubbed his spit and barely slick covered hand over your back, rubbing circles as you focused on your breaths, the overheating air finally dispelling as your warmed flesh tried to cool itself down.

"So good for us," Satoru murmured, shifting his legs from the seated position he remained in, staring at the practical puddle you made on your rug, but it didn't matter, he'd just buy you another one anyways. 

He gazed upon you in awe, your trembling, sweaty, naked form curled up into his partner, your aching cunt staring at him, gaping, revealing your pink insides that glistened with your juices and he couldn't help himself when he leaned forward, licking you up.

The gasp you let out was tearful, but he slurped regardless, trying to get what he could before Suguru's large hand yanked him by his hair, his scalp stinging as he pulled him off, the slick pop ringing out as his sugar covered lips only pulled into a self-satisfied, toothy, grin. "Leave her alone," he huffed, cradling you gently as you pressed your legs tightly shut, attempting to soothe your weak mewls, scratchy throat settling in, "she's already been overstimulat- mmph," Satoru's lips crashed onto his, hand still tangled in his hair as he caressed his tongue with your cum, letting him taste your lingering drops. He couldn't keep back the smirk as Suguru groaned against him before reluctantly pulling away, slick and saliva mixed string bridging their mouths slowly falling the further he moved back.

"Wanted to have another taste," he panted, eyes full of delight, chest heaving as he leaned forward to pat a comforting hand on your back, watching as you relaxed. "My baby tastes too good for me to leave anything behind," he chuckled, so very happy. Suguru could only sigh, knowing there was pure truth in his words before turning towards you.

"Let's go get you settled on the bed, m'kay love." he spoke tenderly carefully pulling himself to his feet as he settled you on your plush mattress, the cutesy comforter a nice backdrop for your blissful, post-orgasmic form, eyes closed as you whined, limp arms attempting to cling to him as he tried to stand up and leave you laying on the bed.

"Sugu," you murmured, barely above a whisper, closed eyes cracking open as your raised arms grasped weakly onto his now cum stained shirt.

"I know baby, I want to cuddle with you too but I'm gonna go get a bath ready, wash you up," he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"noo," you whimpered, letting your arms fall as he finally pulled away and you felt tears gloss your eyes again, spilling down your cheeks. "stay with me," you sniffled and he shook his head.

"Toru'll hug you 'kay," he tried instead, "love you nice and tight while I go set everything up, then you can have as much of me as you'd like."

He watched as you merely conceded, letting the snowy haired boy wrap you up in his embrace as he pressed kisses to your scalp, wiping your tears, hugging you close before he quickly made his way to the bathroom, staring at the sticky evidence staining the floor and his body, the damp spot on his shirt seeping into his skin as he carefully prepped a bath, listening to Satoru murmur sweet nothings into your ear, pretty little praises easing your mind as you closed your eyes.

He'd have to do this again soon.

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A LIST OF SATORU'S LIKES: GOJO SATORU & GETO SUGURU

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, satosugu x fem!reader, pet names, praise, degradation, somnophilia, oral (f + m receiving), face sitting, fingering, anal fingering (m receiving), squirting, cum eating, spanking, pussy spanking, slight nipple play (f + m receiving), ab riding, finger sucking, begging, shower sex

Satoru likes a lot of things.

He likes when he wakes up sore, feeling purple hickeys that blemish the skin around his neck pulse.

He likes when he wakes up with his arms wrapped around your body while you nuzzle into him.

He likes it even better when Suguru is also there but he doesn't mind today, not when the quiet rumble of the kitchen hood purrs, telling him something delicious is being made.

He likes it when he feels your bare thighs rub against his boxer clad legs as you are only dressed in a pair of cotton underwear and a far too large t-shirt that clearly belonged to either him or Suguru, no bra on because you whined about how it would hurt your already sore chest that they spent far too long groping and licking the night before.

He likes how after a rough night of fucking you sleep like a rock so he can carefully flip you on your back and lift himself out of your tight embrace that, if his desires didn't overcome him, he'd stay in for eternity.

He likes the way the mattress dips under him as he sits on the end, causing your body to slightly slide towards him.

He likes how you squirm as he folds the comforter up to expose your bottom half, knowing if he yanked if off you'd wake up and whine.

He likes that your panties are pink with a tiny little bow on the waistband.

He likes that he can see the indents of your folds through the soft fabric.

He likes that you unconsciously shudder as he runs a fingers over the cotton, pressing a little harder where he knew your clit was.

He likes that your thighs are covered in love bites and bruises.

He likes that he can tell which hickeys are left by Suguru because they mirror the ones scattered around his own skin.

He likes that even while you're sleeping you're still his good little girl, that you still spread your legs for him so he can pull off your underwear.

He likes that even though he's barely touched you, your folds are already slightly glistening, leaving a damp spot on your panties that he licks at before tossing aside.

He likes that he can see where he put his hands last night from the marks on your skin.

He likes how even while you sleep you hiss as he puts his hands on top of the indents, adding another hickey to your collection before blowing over your pretty folds.

He likes the slick sound your cunt makes when he pulls your folds apart.

He likes the cute sound you make when he presses a tender kiss to your clit.

He likes the way your hips squirm as he licks a long stripe.

He likes the way you always taste so divine.

He likes the way your face contorts in your sleep as you mewl.

He likes the way his tongue effortlessly slips inside, lapping at your velvety walls, only ever pulling out to suckle at your clit, drinking up all the sweet nectar the little button would gift him.

He likes the sound his mouth makes against your cunt as it begins to grow wetter and wetter.

He likes the way he can feel your thighs begin to slowly tremble between his fingertips.

He likes the way he can tell he's starting to make that little knot in your stomach grow.

He likes how your chest can be seen rising and falling even though the blanket is on top of it.

He likes how he begins to hear your tiny little whimpers and groans grow a little louder as he picks up the pace, slurping up everything you bless him with.

He likes the confused little gasp you let out when you finally begin to surface to consciousness, your sleepy eyes cracking open only to immediately gaze upon his blue irises that you always called pretty.

He likes the way the moment you see him you moan louder.

He likes the way the realization that he was pleasing you while you slept made you wetter and begin to clench around his tongue.

He likes the way your face morphs as you are now fully awake, the feeling of your building orgasm snapping your nerves as it's already been tightened half way instead of having you start from the beginning.

He likes the way you give him a sultry and breathless, "good morning," with your trembling lips that he would kiss if he wasn't busy kissing your lower lips.

He likes how you squirm when he says, "good morning," against your cunt, "just wanted a little breakfast in bed." 

He likes the way you immediately shift your position to throw your legs over his shoulders, thighs clamping around his head as you let out a content hum 

He likes how you try to comment about how Suguru is probably making breakfast but can't when he sucks on your clit.

He likes the fact that you notice Suguru's absence, knowing that it means you are always looking for them both.

He likes the fact that you are beginning to drip down his chin.

He likes how you start weaving your fingers into his hair, pulling him closer into your heat as you shift your hips, trying to grind against his mouth.

He likes how you see him as an object of your pleasure.

He likes that he can pleasure you.

He likes the way your pretty lips part, gasping as you feel that fuzzy feeling in you lower belly grow stronger.

He likes the way you look at him with slightly teary eyes because he woke you up abruptly and stimulated you so well.

He likes the fact that he can tell despite being awake sleep is still coming after you as instead of intense waves of pleasure that had you rutting against his face, the calm waves of the ocean lapping at the shore overtook you, you rolling against him, angling your hips so his nose would nudge your clit.

He likes that if he fucks you in the morning while you are still tired it meant your orgasms were lazy and fulfilling.

He likes how you tug on his hair as you moan, "S-Satoru," you gasp, "mmn I- oh my god, I- I can't it's coming m'gonna," you babble, your voice low as exhaustion flooded your tone but no amount of fatigue made you want to run away from his licking tongue.

He likes how you beg, "please, please Toru lemme cum," you whine, keeping your eyes on him despite how bad you want to throw your head back.

He likes the desperate, needy, dissatisfied, whine you let out when he comes off your clit with a pop, making a sheen of tears sting at your dry eyes.

He likes the way you claw at him as he flips onto his back, your finger prodding at his torso as you stare at him with anguished eyes.

He likes the way you know he's not done with you even though he's moved away from your cunt.

He likes the way you know this means you have to bring your cunt to him.

He likes how you carefully straddle his face, staring down at him with drooping eyes that abruptly widen as he smacks your ass, causing you to lurch forward and moan, your shirt covered breasts hanging over his face as he then pinches your thighs.

He likes how the blanket is still over your shoulder's refusing to let the cool air ruin your comfortable cocoon as you have the fabric strewn across your shoulders as you sit eagerly on your throne.

He likes how the blanket blocks out everything in his peripherals, making it so he can only see you, not that he was going to look at anything else anyways.

He likes how you push your full weight onto him, your fatigue riddled mind preventing you from having the nagging thoughts you usually have, not that he minded when you protested about fully sitting on him.

He likes when he gets to pull you down by your thighs and force you there to keep you from putting some of the weight on your knees.

He likes feeling you squirm as you try to get up but that just stimulates you further as every movement has something rubbing your clit.

He likes the feeling of watching you give up as you fall into your orgasm, letting yourself merely meld into his touch.

He also likes this though, the way you sit atop of him so comfortably, the way you fit just right making him swear that you were made for him or better yet he was made specifically to please you.

He likes how your thighs squish against his head, caging him in as your fingers thread through his snowy locks.

He likes the way he can grip your ass this way and how he can see you chest move with each breath.

He likes that this way every time you try to advert your eyes he can slap your ass, the flesh jiggling between his fingertips, to call your focus back.

He likes the way you ride his face, the rolling of your hips as you try to use him.

He likes when you use him.

He likes the way your fingers will come down to your clit.

He likes the way you patiently place your fingers on the nub and stare at him expectantly, waiting for him to snake a hand over your fingertips so he can move your hand for you.

He likes the way you make him do all the work.

He likes the way his tongue delves in deeper in this position.

He likes the way he can fully feel you squirm on top of him in this position.

He likes how your juices drip into his mouth as gravity pulls your honey down onto his awaiting tongue.

He likes the way your moans grow as your hips pick up their pace.

He likes the way you press one of your hands to your lower belly, "M'gonna cum Toru, please, l-lemme cum this time." 

He likes how you sound borderline pornographic when he pistons his tongue and then sucks your clit.

He likes when he says, "cum f'me baby," and you immediately release into his mouth, eagerly letting him drink you up.

He likes that behind the squelching of your cunt he can hear Suguru's voice call from the kitchen yelling, "Breakfast is ready," to try and wake his two partners that he assumed were still sleeping, the raging hum of the range hood making the sound of your moans almost inaudible from where he stood in the kitchen.

He likes the way he can hear the steady thumps of Suguru's feet as he comes to investigate when he doesn't hear a reply.

He likes the face Suguru makes when he sees you riding out the end of your orgasm on his face.

He likes the way Suguru's chuckle makes you jump, bleary eyes meeting his as you pant.

He likes that Suguru approaches and presses a kiss to his forehead because his mouth is occupied.

He likes that Suguru kisses your lips tenderly.

He likes how you can barely kiss back.

He likes that Suguru snakes one hand down as he releases your lips before grabbing your hip to force you to ride his mouth a little longer.

He likes how you gasp because Suguru's hands are cold.

He likes when you say, "Suguru," in a breathy moan even though it was his tongue satisfying you.

He likes how you whine from the stimulation tormenting your post-orgasmic cunt, the poor thing already abused the night prior, now throbbing in his mouth.

He likes the way Suguru grabs the hem of your shirt and forces it up, revealing how your delicious tits sway as they rise and fall as you try to catch your breath. The cold bedroom air pebbling your nipples.

He likes the whine you let out before you sob as Suguru coos, "awh my poor baby, let me warm that up for you," his gentle voice the only warning you have before his hot mouth catches your nipple and he suckles, his spare hand coming up to tweak your lonely boob, groping and pinching.

He likes that you writhe without a care on top of him, crying out as each motion makes you sob as you feel those lower belly butterflies flutter, their wings flapping harder with each passing second.

He likes that you moan so shamelessly for them, the embarrassment that you had when you all fucked for the first time no longer lingering as you grew more and more comfortable.

He likes that Suguru pops off your tit to murmur into your ear,  "doing so well for us pretty girl, let go for us sweet thing."

He likes that Suguru insists on saying 'us.'

He likes that from Suguru's words you flood yourself into your release, and he groans into your cunt causing you to let out a beautiful little moan. Your mouth crying out heavenly sounds as Suguru forces your hips to ride his tongue, letting him drink you all up until you finally stopped spilling.

He likes the sound your cunt makes when Suguru pulls you off his mouth, a thin, clear string of either your slick, his saliva, or a mixture of both still connecting his lips to your heavenly pussy. 

He likes how Suguru moves you from his mouth onto his exposed well chiseled torso, he rarely ever slept with a shirt on.

He likes when you grope his muscles as you fall asleep.

He likes that the protrusions of his abs rub against your clit, causing you to squeal.

He likes how the moment you are off his mouth Suguru is on it instead, connecting their lips in a sensual kiss as their tongues danced together.

He likes how Suguru groans into his mouth the moment he tastes your nectar on his tongue.

He likes how he can feel you squirm, rubbing yourself over his abs, riding them.

He likes the moment Suguru hears the squelch of your pussy and your breathy moan as you throw your head back, he slaps your ass harshly without disconnecting their kiss, forcing their tongues together and he can't help but moan into Suguru's mouth this time.

He likes how you grumble as you wait for them to stop their fervent make-out session, placing kitten licks over his nipples and groping his muscles instead of trying to ride him any more, knowing Suguru would just spank you again.

He likes that he knows that you wouldn't mind if Suguru spanks you once more by the way your hips dare to slightly grind every so often.

He likes that when Suguru pulls back his chin is also coated in the sheen of your essence, his lips glossy with spit.

He likes how Suguru forces you to lift your hips so he can run his tongue over the muscles your dripping pussy effectively coated in your release.

He likes the feeling of Suguru's tongue coating his abdomen, licking up the little puddle you left behind in the crevices formed by his muscles.

He likes the way your cheeks heat up as you place them between your hands, 

He likes how with a sigh Suguru pulls him to sit up, forcing you to sit in his lap and not his torso, making you huff in annoyance as you try to instead squirm your way into his embrace only for Suguru to pull you back by the collar of your shirt.

He likes when Suguru says, "No more," in a chastising voice that was used on him more times than you, but he finds himself smiling in delight as you get scolded for your needy behaviour. "Go take a shower."

He likes when you say, "Then shower with us too Sugu," and then look up at the dark haired man through your lashes, knowing what tactics would cause the man to succumb to your seduction.

He likes that Suguru mumbles, "needy brat," under his breath before picking you up in his arms and throwing you over his shoulder, your bottom near your captor's face and your face was near his.

He likes the reverberating sound your ass makes when Suguru spanks you again to make you quit squirming as he trails behind the two of you, coyly grinning at your flushed cheeks.

He likes how you smile when he tucks a strand of hair behind you ear before placing a kiss on your temple.

He likes how Suguru purposefully places your warm thighs onto the cool marble countertops, making you hiss and writhe as you swat a weak hand at Suguru's peck.

He likes the sound of Suguru's laugh before he calls you a pervert.

He likes how you smile at the chuckle but retaliate with a, "says you," making him burst out a snicker and you grin even wider at the sound of his own laugh before saying, "Satoru you can't laugh you are the biggest pervert here."

He likes when you giggle at his gasp, "Perv, how could you be so cruel," he whines, "you're the one who woke me up by eating my out," you quip, "but you are the one who woke up and enjoyed it," he smirks back, watching as your face heats, "doesn't that make you a bigger pervert," he joked.

He likes how Suguru chimes in after turning the shower on, the steady sound of the water hitting the porcelain floor rhythmic as he says, "We get it! I'm in a house with two perverts," he sighs, "yeah their names are Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru," you bite back, making him and Suguru snicker.

He likes that Suguru merely accepts the title at this point, "Well then I guess you are just a weirdo whose in love with two perverts then." he teases, slipping off the oversized t-shirt from your torso that Satoru now recognizes is his.

He likes how Suguru moves to undress him too despite the fact that he could do it on his own, grabbing hold of the patterned boxers he wore before yanking them down.

He likes the sight of you biting your lip as you watch his cock spring up. 

He likes how Suguru laughs when he demands, "Let us undress you too," pressing a kiss to the shell of Suguru's ear.

He likes how you cheer, "Yeah! Sugu you're showering with us," saying it as a proclamation before you hope off the counter, reaching up to try and tug Suguru's shirt off only to find you couldn't pull it all the way up, you could get it to Suguru's neck but not over the arms he raised above his head.

He likes how you pout in defeat at how your wingspan wasn't long enough before staring at him expectantly.

He likes how you gaze intently as he pulls yanks the shirt off and over Suguru's head, his long hair slipping through the neck hole.

He likes that you watch the scene with your chin resting in the dip of Suguru's collarbone, hands shamelessly groping the man's pecks as you press a quick kiss to Suguru's neck, watching the painting of hickeys, both you and him had forced into his flesh the night before, in admiration.

He likes how you yank at Suguru's pants, pulling them off quickly.

He likes how you palm the bulge of Suguru's dick that was evident in his black boxers.

He likes how Suguru asks, "are you sure you aren't a pervert too?" as he stands still letting him slip off Suguru's underwear.

He likes how Suguru yelps and smacks his head when he places a playful bite on his ass.

He likes how Suguru tugs you both into the shower, letting the water hit his hand to make sure it was warm enough before placing you under the stream first, knowing your once sleep ridden form was still cold.

He likes how Suguru keeps a firm hand on both his waist and yours to make sure the two of you don't fall, especially with how your jelly legs, courtesy of his tongue fucking, began to tremble.

He likes how despite Suguru's warnings of, 'no more,' you still continue, staring at his dick that grew harder the longer you sat on his face.

He likes how you beg Suguru, "Baby please," you whine, placing a cutesy pout on your lips as the dark haired man stares at you in mock annoyance, "I want more," you hum, grinding your ass back onto Suguru, pressing your back into his chest as you lifted your head to look at him, rivulets of water, cascading down your curves.

He likes how your eyes tell him to try and get Suguru to fuck the both of you and he heeds your call, pressing tender kisses to Suguru's skin, rubbing his dick against his thigh before leaning to whisper in his ear, "c'mon baby, please."

He likes how Suguru sighs and he can tell it's in defeat, "was last night truly not enough for you two," and he responds with a ,"nope," and the long haired male huffed "you really can't get enough can you."

He likes when you respond immediately, "can never get enough of you or Toru," as you lick your plump lips, "Love you too much to ever get sick of you," you nuzzle into the fed up man's neck, hand maneuvering past him to touch his waist instead with a coo of, "make Satoru 'nd me feel good," you whine, pushing your hips into Suguru once more as you trail your hand down his waist and towards his white pubes before grabbing hold of his long cock, stroking gently and relishing in the sound of his moan.

He likes when you say, "please," all needy.

He likes the feeling of Suguru shoving his finger's down his mouth, two fingers into his and two fingers into yours.

He likes gagging as he suckles while you grab ahold of Suguru's large hand between two of your own, halting him from choking you as you sucked leisurely at your own pace.

He likes as Suguru forces the two of you to swap sides before plunging the two fingers he had shoved into your mouth into his puckered hole, and the two fingers he shoved into his mouth into your hole.

He likes the way Suguru snickers as the two of you moan in tandem. 

He likes the way you reach for his dick again, stroking it lightly as Suguru fingered his ass.

He likes the, "ah, ah, ah" sound you make as Suguru goes knuckle deep into your sloppy cunt, making your ass jiggle as you try to ground yourself by hugging the dark haired man close, squishing your tits into his side.

He likes the feeling of Suguru scissoring his hole open, whispering praise into his ear, "taking me so well pretty boy," before pressing a kiss to his cheek, teasingly slipping in a third finger making him croon, his toes curling as he grips onto Suguru's bicep for stability.

He likes knowing Suguru added a third finger for you too with the way your moans grew in volume, echoing around the bathroom as the trickling water did nothing to drown out your sounds.

He likes knowing that the two of you are being fucked at the same pace, the slick pap, pap, pap of his fingers ramming into his and your ass cheeks that swayed with each plunge in synch, made him even harder.

He likes how you try to stroke him despite your efforts being weak at best, too focused on succumbing to your own pleasure as you drooled all over Suguru's shoulder, whining and writhing as he attacked your g-spot.

He likes how Suguru teases you, "didn't you want this baby, you asked for this now take it," he murmurs into your ear, picking up the pace, making you pull yourself to your toes to try and run away from his brutal fingers only to find yourself trapped as he abused your slippery hole, walls clenching down in an effort to slow him only to pose no effect as he caused that flurry to build up for the third time that morning.

He likes that when he reaches over to circle your clit Suguru kisses his lips briefly, "what a good boy you are," he praises, "so nice to this brat," he spat the nickname in jest, his eyes trained on how your boobs shook with each push of his hand.

He likes that your voice grows higher in pitch every passing second, "Satoru please," you whined, biting your teeth into Suguru's shoulder as you felt the pleasurable pain start to wrap you up in it's constricting hug, "I can't, I can't Toru stop, I'm gonna-" you throw your head back in ecstasy, you could feel the build up grow and grow and grow, moans becoming louder and louder only to shift into a desperate sob as fingers escaped your pussy's grasp.

He likes that Suguru grins at you coyly, "Such a bad girl," he sighs, slapping his hand over your wet cunt, causing you to recoil before he spanked your pussy again, harshly pinching your clit between his fingers as he rolled it around, making you cry. "Satoru was helping you cum," he chastised, "why tell him to stop, you were the one who asked to be fucked again," and Suguru slapped your lower lips again, your manhandled hole aching with the desire to cum again as the knot fell limp in your stomach, causing dissatisfaction to permeate despite the fact that your folds weeped for rest, still not fully recovered from last night but still being mauled into submission as you leaked like a broken faucet. Drip, drip, dripping down you thighs, coating yourself in your slick mess.

He likes how you beg, "m'sorry," you pant, "s'too good, good it hurts but feels good," you begin to babble, "Satoru m'sorry, please, again, again, again" and he spanks your dripping cunt, "make up your mind you little slut, you want it or not," he chides, cupping your face in his slick covered hand, his fingers still not letting up on abusing his ass.

He likes how you pout, closing your eyes as you listened to the breathy moans that spilled from his lips.

He likes how you eyed him so hungrily, "please Guru I wan it m'sorry" you pout, pressing a kiss to the taller man's cheek, "I wan it so bad, wan you right here" and you take his hand back down to your folds, riding his fingers, pressing them against your clit, "make me cum please" you whine, "then I'll make Toru feel good as an apology," you sigh, feeling the pressure on your little button, "make you feel good too," you promise, feeling his fingers slip inside.

He likes how your moans are now so loud they are pornographic as Suguru pushes into you roughly, hitting your g-spot as he leaned down to bite your neck, "you better cum then baby, cum all over my fingers then make us feel good, yeah."

He likes how all you can do now is make your pretty little sounds before you finally let yourself go, back arching as your toes curl, fingers clutching Suguru's arm as your thighs trembled around his hand, your release not spilling but squirting from your dripping cunt and it had him seeing stars.

He likes how Suguru rubs your clit, prolonging your orgasm as it sprayed all over them as you screamed.

He likes how you pant prettily as you try to catch your breath, "my pretty baby looked so hot squirtin every where," Suguru whispered into your ear before letting you slip to your knees, crawling over to him before sitting at his feet.

He likes how you look up at him, eyes wide you stare at his cock, "she's gonna drink up all your cum" Suguru whispers into his ear, forcing his fingers deeper into the crook of his ass and he found himself whining, fingers pulling themselves into fists only for you to grab one, interlacing your hands as you watched him writhe, that pretty little smile of yours as you say "cum f'me" had him spurting all over your face before you could even reach up to capture his tip.

He likes how you suckled his tip, drinking what was left before licking the cum near the edges of your mouth.

He likes how you bring yourself to your shaky feet, pressing your cum stained lips onto Suguru's, forcing him to taste his other lover on your tongue. Making him groan into your mouth before you pull back, heaving.

He likes how you pull him with you onto your knees before staring at Suguru's boner, poking at it lightly and he reaches up to suckle the tip into his mouth.

He likes how you bob his head up and down Suguru's shaft, your finger tight in his hair as you push him down, deeper and deeper until he was choking and his nose was in Suguru's dark pubes.

He likes the feeling of tears sting his eyes as you bring his head back up to Suguru's tip before you lather your lips on one half of the cock in front of you while you let him take the other side.

He likes how Suguru grabs both his and yours head, sliding the two of you along his shaft in tandem.

He likes all the sounds Suguru makes as he quickly chases his high.

He likes how you move to take Suguru in your mouth in one quick motion, encompassing his entire length as he leaned down to suckle of Suguru's balls.

He likes how it only took a couple licks before he felt Suguru cum.

He likes hearing you slurp it up, the obscene noise leaving your throat making him moan against Suguru's balls before he watched the man fall limp in your mouth. The pop echoing as you pulled off.

He likes how you crawl towards him, sliding your mouth against him as you shared the treat Suguru spilled into your mouth.

He likes how you moan into his lips.

He likes how Suguru sighs before finally actually cleaning the two of you off, wiping the cum off your face as he rubbed soap on his and your body.

He likes how Suguru wrap both of you up in a towel, patting down your damp skin as you stay huddled in his arms on the bathmat while Suguru turned the water off.

He likes how Suguru takes the time to gingerly dress the both of you.

He likes all the kisses you pepper into his skin.

He likes how Suguru drags you both to the kitchen, setting you up at the table before cursing as he had to go and reheat the breakfast he made.

He likes how you giggle before leaning into his shoulder.

Gojo Satoru likes a lot of things but he only loves a few.

Gojo Satoru only truly loves two people in this world.

He loves you and Suguru.

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WHY DIDN'T YOU NOTICE: GOJO SATORU & GETO SUGURU

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, satosugu x reader, public sex (no one gets caught), handjob, oral (m receiving), praise, penetration (only during the bonus)

You didn't notice it at first.

You sat perched in a little oak chair, the plump cushion comfortable as you leaned back, listening to your friends chatter, the long tablecloth draped over the wooden table spilling to the floor in front of your legs and you slipped your toes beneath it, the fabric cold against your exposed ankles, feet dressed in pretty pink heels as your manicured nails, a present from your obnoxiously wealthy boyfriend, toyed with the sparkling silverware.

Today was a day of fun.

The pendant lights hanging above you casted a warm glow over your group of friends as the atmosphere was alight with laughter, the consistent hum of conversation never ending as it continued to flow languidly, shifting from one topic to another as you all cracked joke after joke.

You honed in on the many different snippets of talk happening around you, listening as Shoko whined, leisurely sipping on wine, that stained her already lipstick painted lips, red as she complained about all the nuisances coming in with what she claimed to be minor injuries, "They can just slap a band aid on it and call it a day," she complained, holding the stem of her glass tight between her fingers as she went for yet another swig.

"I don't think putting a band aid on a broken arm will just magically heal it," Utahime laughed incredulously, and you had to stifle a giggle as Ieiri furrowed her brows, drunken lips pulling into a pout.

"You are supposed to be on my side!"  

You didn't notice it as you watched Haibara elbow Nanami, watching as the blond man sighed as the dark haired man merely laughed.

"Come on lighten up a little," he grinned, "it's not every day we can all hang out!"

"Yeah Nanami," you tease, the said man merely closing his eyes, pinching the corners with his fingers, he really didn't get paid enough to hang around with fools like you.

Your table was roaring with laughter and idle chatter but quickly what you did notice was how the overeager voice of your most endearingly obnoxious partner, Satoru, was yet to be heard. It was strange, he was always one to butt in on any and all conversations with his unasked for opinion.

You turn your attention to in front of you where both your boyfriends sit contently, backs against the wall as they sat on the side of the booth with the couch, much to your dismay. As you faced them Suguru only offered you a loving smile, his hair framing his face delicately and you had to admire your handiwork as before you left the house you finally managed to convince Suguru to fix the bun he half-assedly threw his hair in. Despite wanting to admire your lover your real concern lied with Satoru.

 You cocked a confused brow at him, "You okay Toru?" you ask, trying to figure out what's wrong as despite his lips being curled in a grin it didn't hold as much shit eating coyness as usual, it was as though he was trying to paint an image on his face to show that he was fine, but you've stared at his teasing smiles enough throughout the years to know when he was faking one.

"I-" he chokes out before biting his tongue and you began to grow more concerned, "m' fine," he slurred together, was he drunk? He couldn't be... could he, he doesn't even like alcohol.

"Are you sure love?" you question, reaching for his hand that was pressed in a tight fist, causing his knuckles to turn white but as you lay a comforting touch he jerked away. "Satoru?" you say again, growing slightly anxious as he began to now reach for you, gripping your offered hand, fingers digging into your palm as he grit his teeth. His face was oddly flushed. He has to be drunk, but that didn't make sense, he doesn't even have a wine glass on him, was he drinking Suguru's?

"He's alright baby," the black haired man finally spoke up, you weren't worried about his lack of remarks in the group chatter, he was always one who liked to listen and offer up a random snappy quip that usually sent the table howling, but the glint in his eyes had got you feeling suspicious.

"Uhuh," you bite your lip, tasting the cherry lip gloss that your sweets loving boyfriend always begged you to wear, trying to see through the man afore you who had his glasses beginning to slip down the bridge of his nose but made no move to adjust them. "Are you feeling overwhelmed Satoru," you question, the clammy skin of him palms pressing against yours as he tightly interlocked your fingers, but instead of an answer your query only seemed to spark a certain smugness to alight in Suguru.

"Mmm are you feeling overwhelmed Sa, to, ru" he sang mockingly, leaning into the snowy haired boy's ear as he broke apart the syllables of his name and you could only feel the man clutch your hand tighter, his facial expressions not betraying him but the bead of sweat that formed on his forehead, and the quiet curse he mumbled had the dots connecting in your brain.

"Seriously," you gape, running a soothing hand over the man's knuckles as you stared utterly shocked at Suguru.

"What?" he mused, shit eating grin that usually planted on Satoru's lips now mirrored on his, and you could finally see all the signs.

Satoru being awfully quiet, the lacking coyness in his demeanor, his slurred words, his blushed cheeks, his tight grip on your hands and the out of pocket teasing cockiness exuding from Suguru.

"Here," you hissed in disbelief and you extended your foot under the table, knocking Satoru's spread ones and while he was one to man spread like a lunatic you could feel the muscles in his legs spasm.

"Whatever do you mean," the dark haired man grinned.

"I think you know."

"I don't think I do." 

You rubbed a comforting foot over Satoru's calf as you brought a gentle kiss to his knuckles, trying to ease his suffering inflicted by the lunatic sitting next to him. "Where's my kiss," Suguru smiles and you only send him a glare, taking note of how only one of his hands were present atop the table, the hand furthest from Satoru.

You watched as a muscle pinched in your white haired partner's forehead, his lips pursing tightly together to keep any sound from escaping his mouth. "You don't get one," you spit, watching as his lips fall into a half-hearted pout.

"So cruel."

"Says you," and you are careful to keep your voice low, despite everyone being borderline drunk and tipsy, you didn't really want to deal with anyone figuring out that your boyfriend was giving your other boyfriend a hand job under the table, your bonds may be close with your friends but they weren't that strong.

"I-" a quiet whisper of a sob, "mm," he hums instead, his voice weak and shaky as Suguru continues his relentless motions, "gonna-" he whimpers and you hear the perpetrator tut at him, tsking as though Satoru was the one misbehaving.

"If you do it now everyone is gonna notice," you can hear Suguru chide, chuckling at how Satoru visibly deflates, muscles straining and behind his glasses you spot a wet sheen threatening to break over his eyes.

"You need to stop," you whisper and the black haired man only coos. 

"You can't really be asking me to leave him like this," he feigns a pitying gasp, leg lifting yours and you could feel yourself brush against Satoru's rigidly hard weeping member, a slick sheen of pre-cum staining your skin and you see Satoru bite back a moan, leaning closer into Suguru's shoulder, his head shaking.

To anyone else it'd look like Satoru was being his normal clingy self, shoving himself into Suguru's space and whining about something mundane as usual. The look on Satoru's face, while you would call it desperate, others wouldn't be able to tell otherwise and you had to commend the man on having such good control over his facial reactions.

"Pl-please I can't, I need to, need to," he started to beg.

"I want to but our little princess won't let me," and he passes the mean role onto you as he stares at you as though you were the one putting your submissive lover into such a sorry state.

His pretty pink lips jutted into a pout, nose crinkling as his hands pawed at yours, clinging to you tighter. "Please," he whined, desperate and pathetic and you swore you could see the tears begin to form, "P-please, please, please," he recited like a mantra, voice high pitched and shaky as he forced himself to remain quiet. "I-I'll d-do whatever ya want, please baby," he dug his nails into your hand and your captive leg brushing against him could feel as tiny blobs slipped down his shaft, wetting your flesh, you could feel Suguru's knuckles as he stroked at a menacing pace and you found yourself squeezing your thighs together, your mouth suddenly dry as you stared into his despair filled eyes, pleading for relief.

"I- Satoru," you tried to chastise but you felt too sorry for him to really hold any anger, "take him to the bathroom," you try, conflicted eyes shifting to your dark haired partner and you could hear Suguru tsk.

"You think nobody is going to see our little baby boy's problem," he says condescendingly and you can tell from where you sat Suguru placed a taunting squeeze on your writhing angel.

"P-Please," he hiccupped quietly into his partner's shoulder, staring at you wide eyed, those big blue irises shaking with need and you left out a sigh of exasperation. These two were going to be the death of you.

Carefully you pulled your leg away and the look on Satoru's face had your heart melting with pity as you slipped your hand from his grasp, ignoring his sobbing plea as you reached for a piece of cutlery, carefully toying with it, the prongs of the fork pricking the tip of your finger before you set it down dangerously close to the edge of the table.

You could hear Suguru coo sweet nothings into his white hair as you 'accidentally' bonked your elbow into the edge of the fork, causing it to clatter to the floor. 

"Shit," you murmur as though you had inconvenienced yourself, heel sliding against the tile as you tried to pull the fork closer to you so you could lean down and pick it up, only for you to once again, 'accidentally' kick it further under the table. "Oops," you laugh so fakely that if your friends weren't nearly 5 bottles deep in alcohol they'd surely call you out on your bluff. You could only hear Shoko murmur a slight, "oh no," before returning to her glass.

You turn to face the two boys once more and the smug grin on Suguru's face had you sticking your tongue out at him before you slipped from your chair and kneeled to the floor, pulling yourself beneath the table cloth as you ducked your head underneath the table, carefully crawling forward as you patted around, pretending to search for your abandoned fork as you eyed the sinful sight in front of you.

Merely a breath away he stood throbbing, beads drooling from his tip in tiny rivulets, catching at his tense balls that strained in pain. His crying head red and needy, the sheen coating his length shimmering beneath the light that ever so slightly crept in from where Suguru slipped in his hand, thick fingers fisting tightly, sliding up and down as Satoru's dick jumped in his grasp. Satoru's long legs, fidgeting and tensing, were spread wide enough to let you slip between them, and carefully you blew a gentle gust over his hanging balls, listening to the schlick, schlick, schlick, of his pre-cum dragging across his cock from Suguru's unrelenting strokes, listening to the very quiet whine that had Satoru's hips squirming.

Leaning forward you press a tender kiss to his sticky tip, feeling your lip gloss smear with his essence as you extend your tongue, kitten licking the small droplets that formed on the end incessantly, the salty liquid coating the inside of your mouth. Suguru held him steady, angling his springing dick, that wanted to jut up and hug his chiseled torso, forward so you could easily capture him in your mouth, carefully letting him slip between your lips.

You watched as one of the hands he had gripping the booth couch snaked forward, aiming for your hair to pull you further down his length and you harshly swat it away, you still had to come out from under this table looking like you were searching for your fork, not sucking off your boyfriend's throbbing cock. Instead you grabbed his hand and laced your fingers, resting it atop his knee as you used your other hand to smack his inner thigh as punishment and you could feel him jump in your mouth as you captured him further.

If you truly wanted to be mean, and if this was happening in any other place that wasn't public, you would've pulled off his dick and wait until he begged you with apologies, but you were feeling quite nice and Suguru was already tormenting him enough.

Loosening your throat you let yourself slip down, bracing yourself on his thighs as you pushed your weight onto your knees, that would bruise in the morning, circling him with your tongue as Suguru moved his fist, groping his balls as he let your mouth squeeze the final pumps out of him.

The cherry lip gloss you wore coated his skin as you bobbed your head, squeezing his hand in yours as you carefully swatted at Suguru's knee, 'let him cum already'.

There was a heavy breath of silence as you continued your suckling, chest thumping in anticipation until you could barely hear the words, "cum," echo down from above you. Not even a beat later thick white streams poured down your throat in salty, bitter, but somehow slightly sweet spurts. Carefully you drank it all up, focusing on not spilling even a drop, not wanting to leave a single spec of evidence of your little adventure beneath this table for anyone to find. As you licked it up, tasting the very last squirms trickle into your mouth, you swallowed, feeling him grow limp as you pulled off with a satisfying pop.

Licking your lips, you carefully lapped up the final juices that clung to the underside of his softening dick, watching as he squirmed from overstimulation as Suguru let go of his balls. Soon salty fingers found their way shoving into your mouth and you grimaced before obliging, suckling his fingertips regardless of the fact that you were still mad at him for doing this in a public place, and around your friends no less.

Let's just say you bit down on him before pulling away.

Taking a breather you waited a moment, using this time to pat around the floor before finally exclaiming a phony, "aha!" as you grabbed the fork that had ended up laying next to Satoru's foot the entire time. Clutching the fork in your grasp you collected yourself before clambering out from under the table, returning to your seat, looking the same, only a tad bit breathless as you placed the utensil onto the tablecloth that had hid your sinful excursion.

"Oh you found it," Suguru chimed, grinning, tapping his spit soaked and bite mark fingertips atop the cloth as Satoru leaned into him, resting his eyes, and you began to wonder what type of faces he made as he came.

 Damnit Suguru! 

If he did this at home you could've at least watched the erotic show, now your lip gloss was gone, smudged all over Satoru's dick, and you were all hot and bothered and you had to sit here until the night was over.

With a fuming huff you stared at the spent Satoru and smug Suguru.

Today was supposed to be fun, but you weren't supposed to be having this type of fun

You furrowed your brows, letting out a sigh as you moved to reach for your glass only for Suguru to place his only clean hand on your cheek. You send him a glare but your face flushes as he runs a finger over the corner of your mouth, collecting the little gift Satoru had given you before licking it off his thumb.

Damnit Suguru, if only you had noticed it earlier

Bonus:

Your thighs began to burn as you felt deft fingertips run over your clit, your head, burrowed in the crook of Satoru's neck as he pounded up into you, Suguru taking you from the back as your sweat soaked bodies tangled together. Satoru's lithe fingers cascading through your hair as he pulled your bleary eyed face into his view.

"Shoulda let me put my hands into your hair earlier," he sinfully sang, pressing a kiss to your moaning lips and you could only let out a whimpering laugh as he pulled away.

"Hell no," you smirk, feeling him thrust up in retaliation at your little snicker at his expense, "shouldn't have done it in public then," you whisper between breathy whines, feeling the knot in your stomach grow.

"Mmm but wasn't it so much fun," Suguru rumbled over into your back as he thrusted quickly, trying to chase his high.

"Mhm" is all you could snarkily murmur as you leaned into Satoru, this time his back was pressed up  against the plush pillows of your bed, "I think this is more fun," you huff out, feeling your orgasm creep.

"Think yer just greedy," Satoru taunts, watching as you come undone from all the attention they gave to your ravenous little hole.

"Says you!" you swat at his chest weakly, feeling the cord snap and you began to start spilling, hips grinding for more friction as they pampered your writhing body with kisses.

Maybe it was a good thing you didn't notice it at first.