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gojo
all in
it’s stupid how much he loves you. it’s worse how much you love him back.
domestic gojo x fem reader
cleared for entry
the cabin's empty, the cockpit's not. what happens post-flight is strictly off record.
pilot!gojo x flight attendant!reader
unscripted
it was all for show– until it wasn’t. now the lines are blurred, the feelings are real, and no one remembers who’s cast in what role.
actor!gojo x actress!reader x actor!geto
what remains
in a world built from fractured pieces, how do you protect the one thing that makes you feel whole? especially when he’s the reason you weren’t supposed to survive.
gojo x vault!reader (fallout 4 au)
nanami
consult required
the brain runs on impulse, instinct, and input. and it responds best to consistent, hands-on care.
neurosurgeon!nanami x trauma surgeon!reader
geto
unscripted
it was all for show– until it wasn’t. now the lines are blurred, the feelings are real, and no one remembers who’s cast in what role.
actor!gojo x actress!reader x actor!geto
sukuna
save a horse, ride a bull rider
you run barrels, he rides bulls. guess this is your first rodeo.
bull rider!sukuna x barrel racer!reader
toji
trigger finger itching
you crossed a line you didn’t mean to. now he’s showing you what happens when curiosity turns into disobedience.
dom!toji x fem reader
"Aw, baby. You don't have to be shy," is what Satoru says to you the first time you meet Suguru. Which is easy for him to say for two reasons:
Number One: he's known Suguru for nearly 15 years, of course he's not going to be shy in front of him.
Number Two: he's not the one on his knees with two dicks in his face right now.
You look up at them and blink slowly, cheeks burning hot as you wrap a hand around the base each of their cocks. You lick your lips, swallow the saliva pooling in the back of your throat. You should could take the easier, less embarrassing route of wrapping your lips around your boyfriend first, but you choose the opposite instead, sticking your tongue out to lap over Suguru's tip.
You give a tentative kitten lick to his slit, your eyes shooting up to his for approval, his gaze soft on yours. "What a brave girl," he coos, a hand coming to brush a the hair from your face with the utmost gentleness.
His praise goes straight to your cunt, slick drooling out of your hole and coating the inside of your baby blue panties. Almost matching Satoru's eyes, but that is an unmatchable shade of blue.
"You can do better than that," Satoru chastises, placing a hand on the back of your head to urge you forward. Your lips open further and, guided by Satoru, take the first two inches into your mouth. Your tongue sweeps along the underside, cheeks hollowing as you pull back, leaving just the tip in the soft, wet heat of your mouth.
A soft groan makes it's way up Suguru's throat, his head tipping back as you bob forward to take more of his length. You pump both of their cocks, your hand meeting your lips on Suguru, your fingers twisting over Satoru's cockhead, smearing the bead of precum the dribbles from his slit, easing the glide of your fist. His dick is hot, heavy and hard, so painfully hard, in your palm from watching you suck his best friend's dick like the pro he knows you are.
"S'good," Suguru drawls, his fingers finding and tightening in your hair. He doesn't pull or push, just holding on to ground himself as you start gaining momentum.
"I told you," Satoru says, a proud smirk on his face. You eyes flit over to him, narrowed in disapproval that he'd talk about you like that to someone you didn't even know until two hours ago. Your hand drops from him immediately, body twisting fully toward Suguru, gripping his thigh with your newly freed hand for support after swatting Satoru's hand from the back of your head.
"Aw, don't be like that," Satoru whines, wrapping his fist around his cock giving it a few firm strokes. Your annoyance is palpable, eyes rolling as you look up at Suguru who just smiles back at you.
"Seems like the least you deserve," he comments, hand moving from your hair to your cheek, brushing your skin gently with his fingers. "Talking about such a pretty thing behind her back like that."
You hum in agreement, nodding into his hand, eyes wide and wet and innocent. You greedily swallow down another inch, then another and another until his tip is prodding the back of your throat. Your lips are stretched wide around the girth of his cock, saliva slipping past the seal of them to drip down your chin.
"You know, I would never," Suguru says to you, tone teasing as he looks over disapprovingly to Satoru, shaking his head in mock disappointment. "Maybe you should break up with him and be with me instead." You nod again as his eyes return to you, amusement lighting his violet irises. "Yeah? Wanna be mine, angel?"
"You don't mean it, baby," Satoru pouts, followed by a groan, his fist still pumping his length, pre dripping from his slit. As much as you'd like to lick him clean, you've got a point to prove. Your hands slip under the waistband of those pretty, Satoru's eyes blue panties and shimmy them as best you can down your legs. You hold them up to him once they're off, drawing a chuckle from Suguru.
"That really hurts my feelings, you know that?" Satoru asks, taking them from you to wrap them around his cock.
You ignore him, tongue dragging along the vein on the underside of Suguru's cock, head bobbing back and forth, jaw aching from the stretch. He's starting to twitch and throb on your tongue, salty precum coating your tastebuds, an indication you're taking as him being close.
It's also an indication that it's time for you to stop.
You slowly trace your tongue up his shaft, twirl it over his cockhead and then pull off with a wet pop! You stand, turning away from their confused expressions to stalk off to your bedroom.
When the message finally sinks in, Suguru calls out to you, "What did I do?"
"You indulged him," you respond immediately, voice rough. You turn to face them, head tilted, arms crossed over your bare chest. "Or asked about it, which is worse."
They look away, trying to keep guilty smiles off their faces.
"What if we apologize?" Satoru asks, your panties still in his hand.
"No."
"What are we supposed to do then?" He gestures to their dicks, still hard, still leaking pre onto your floor.
"Suck each other's dicks for all I care. I'm going to bed." You continue down the hallway, the bedroom door opening and closing behind you.
"She's spiteful," Suguru says after a minute. "I like her."
"Yeah," Satoru agrees. And then, after another minute of silence, "You want your dick sucked?"
nsfw, cheating, mentions of cuckolding, cuck!gojo, gojo x geto, frottage
Gojo’s not sure when exactly he started having these thoughts, but he’s pretty sure it’s Geto’s fault. He thinks back to when he first started dating you, when he first introduced you to Geto. The way Geto had looked you over, eyes flickering to your chest, hadn’t gone unnoticed by Gojo. In fact, Geto seemed to do it pretty often when he didn’t think Gojo was looking. But so what? You were attractive and Gojo enjoyed being able to show you off. If Geto didn’t think you were good looking, then he’d have to be blind.
Only, it didn’t stop there. Sometimes, Geto would comment on your appearance, calling you hot, saying your legs were sexy, that Gojo was lucky to have you. That it must feel so good to fuck you. Gojo admits that when Geto said things like this, it probably wasn’t the best move to indulge and tell him that you fit like a glove, that you were the best sex Gojo ever had.
Gojo knows that in the past, whenever he and Geto were into the same girl, they’d talk about how hot she was, how they’d fuck her, and joke about who she would like more, but you were Gojo’s girlfriend. You weren’t just some girl at the bar, you meant more than that. Geto had never really commented on Gojo’s past girlfriends, so Gojo wasn’t really sure why the unspoken rules didn’t apply to you. And he definitely wasn’t sure why he liked telling Geto about you either. All he knows is that it was hot.
It was hot telling Geto about how good you were in bed, and it was even hotter when Gojo dreamed about Geto fucking you. Gojo had woken up extremely hard and he was too horny to realize that masturbating to the fantasy of you and Geto would do irreversible damage to your relationship, that he wouldn’t be able to unsee the images in his head. But he didn’t give a shit, he needed this.
It felt so good to jerk off to the thought of Geto fucking you, using you. His girlfriend. He fisted his cock, imagining Geto manhandling you roughly, pushing his cock into you. He’d thrust into you fast and hard, just how you like it and you’d moan for him as if you belonged to him. You’d come for him like a good slut, but Gojo wouldn’t let Geto come inside you. There needed to be a limit to what you were allowed to do with Geto, or else what would be the difference between him and your own boyfriend?
Gojo was jealous and hurt by the idea of you and Geto and he did want to keep you all to himself, but he couldn’t help being turned on. He didn’t know why but it drove him crazy to think about his best friend disrespecting him and his trust by fucking his girl. Gojo realizes belatedly that the betrayal was probably what made it so hot to him in the first place— and for the first time, he wishes you’d just cheat on him with Geto. He’d forgive you.
As long as you let him watch.
He comes to the mere thought of watching.
Afterwards, he wonders if you’re attracted to Geto. He hopes you are.
***
Even though he’s not quite ready to voice these thoughts to either you or Geto, it doesn’t stop Gojo from planting the seeds and laying down the groundwork.
He starts giving Geto more details about your sex life, telling him what you like in bed, how kinky you were. He knows Geto is suspicious of how much information he’s sharing, but he doesn’t care. He wants Geto to think about you. And if that means having you over more often and making you scream so loud he’s sure Geto heard you from his room in the apartment they share, then so be it.
“Late night, I take it?” Geto asks when Gojo enters the kitchen, rubbing his eyes. Geto takes a sip of his coffee before setting the mug down on the table.
“Sorry, did we keep you up?” He wasn’t sorry at all. You had spent the night for the first time since Gojo’s dream and Gojo couldn’t help but fuck you over and over.
Geto shakes his nod. “Is she still here? I made pancakes,” Geto asks, jerking his head towards the stove.
“Nah, she left this morning. Early shift,” Gojo says, stacking pancakes onto his plate. Gojo sits down across from Geto, grabbing the maple syrup before pouring an obscene amount onto his pancakes.
“That’s disgusting,” Geto says, wrinkling his nose. Gojo’s sweet tooth was going to kill him before any cursed spirit would.
Gojo shoves a huge chunk of pancakes into his mouth. “You just have bad taste,” Gojo says. Geto gags dramatically at the sight.
“Don’t talk with food in your mouth. I don’t know how you still have a girlfriend with such gross habits,” Geto comments, disgusted. “I thought she would’ve left you by now.”
Gojo rolls his eyes. “Maybe you’re not aware, but I’m a really good boyfriend.”
“Really?” Geto asks, raising an eyebrow.
“You heard how she was screaming for me last night,” Gojo challenges, before taking another bite.
“You sure she wasn’t just faking?” Geto jokes. “Maybe she didn’t want to bruise your ego.”
“I doubt my ego was on her mind when she came around me and squirted all over my bed,” Gojo says, smug.
“Did she now?” Geto sets his fork down, forgetting all about Gojo’s ego.
“Yeah, you should’ve seen the way she looked, tightening around my cock, all starry eyed. It was so hot, Suguru,” Gojo says. He feels kind of bad for sharing intimate details of your sex life, but not bad enough to stop. Especially not when he sees the look on Geto’s face— he was so invested, hanging on to every word. It gives Gojo the push to continue. “She was begging me to come inside her, to breed her.”
“Fuck,” Geto says.
Yeah, Gojo agrees, eyeing the bulge in Geto’s pants.
Fuck.
***
“Did you?” Geto asks softly, like he’s scared that if he’s too loud, Gojo will realize what he’s doing— saying too much about his girlfriend— and change the subject. But Gojo doesn’t. He just keeps going, giving Geto the details he so desperately wants to hear.
“I didn’t see why I shouldn’t, so I did. I fucked her until she was dripping wet with my cum.”
Geto can’t help but palm himself through his pants. He knows Gojo is watching him, but he’s not calling Geto a pervert, so it must be okay, right? And besides, Gojo’s the one who was willingly telling him about how he fucked his girlfriend— he should’ve anticipated that it’d turn him on. Geto’s pretty sure that Gojo knows he has a thing for you at this point.
Gojo doesn’t say anything when Geto pulls his cock free from his sweatpants. The sight is nothing new; they’ve had sex together before. He watches as Geto grips his cock, slowly moving his hand up and down. It’s bigger than his, and in the past it’d piss him off, but right now it was really hot.
“Thinking about my girlfriend, are you?” Gojo asks.
Geto looks at him like he’s stupid. “Obviously. You practically begged me to, making her scream all night and telling me about how you fucked her. I know you know that I’m attracted to her. You can only blame yourself for this.”
“True,” Gojo says, pleased with himself. He palms his own erection.
Geto rolls his eyes. “Are you feeling shy? We’ve done this a million times.”
“Not when I had a girlfriend,” Gojo pouts, not sure where the sudden guilt is coming from. It’s not like he’s cheating on you.
“Are you serious? You’re watching your best friend jerk off to the thought of fucking your girlfriend— which is completely your fault, by the way— and you draw the line at jerking off in front of me?”
“Well, when you say it like that it sounds stupid.” Gojo unties the knot holding his sweatpants tight, loosening it just enough that he can pull his own cock free. He wraps his hand around it, mirroring the pace of Geto’s hand.
Geto scoffs. “It is stupid. Why deprive yourself,” Geto walks over to Gojo, and kicks the legs of his chair back so that there’s enough space between Gojo’s legs and table for Geto to stand and press their cocks together, “of this?” Geto says in a low, seductive voice.
Okay, maybe Gojo was cheating.
“Suguru,” Gojo moans as Geto wraps a hand around both of their cocks, pumping them both together.
Geto places a chaste kiss on Gojo’s lips, testing the waters. At Gojo’s dazed nod, he continues, trailing kisses from Gojo’s mouth all the way down his neck.
“Tell me what you want me to do,” Geto says, his breath warm on Gojo’s skin. Gojo almost forgot how good this felt.
“You know what,” he says, whimpering.
“Say it,” Geto demands, running the tip of his thumb over Gojo’s cock, smearing precum.
“I want you to fuck my girlfriend,” he says, breathless, offering you to his best friend.
“I will,” Geto says. Gojo almost comes right there. “Shall we fuck her together, then?”
“No,” Gojo says, a twinge of red on his cheek.
“No?” Geto asks, confused.
Gojo looks away, refusing to meet Geto’s eyes. “I want to watch you fuck her,” he admits, face hot.
“Fuck,” Geto groans, pumping their slick cocks faster. “You want me to cuck you, Satoru?” He whispers into Gojo’s ears.
“No.” Yes.
“Don’t lie to me,” Geto says dangerously, cupping Gojo’s chin with one hand, and turning him towards himself. Gojo’s eyes meet Geto’s hypnotizing purple ones.
Gojo swallows. “Yes.”
“Good boy.” Geto kisses him again, both of them close to release. “I’ll split your girlfriend open with my cock and fuck her so good that she’ll scream my name louder than she ever did yours. She’ll never be satisfied with your cock again. Is that what you want, Satoru? Your girlfriend always begging for my cock?” Geto groans, his voice hot and heavy.
“Yes! Fuck! I’m coming,” Gojo moans.
Geto grunts, coming with him. Cum splatters all over, ruining their shirts and even getting in Geto’s hair. Geto pulls away from Gojo, and dries his hands on a napkin laying on the table, before cleaning himself up.
Gojo follows suit, feeling a little guilty. Like his mind finally caught up with his actions.
“She won’t care about this after I fuck her.”
Gojo can’t really argue with that.
“Maybe she’d like to watch me fuck you too,” Geto suggests.
synopsis: satoru's dead set on keeping you away from prying eyes, right up until a game of spin the bottle (and a very open-minded suguru) teach him something new about himself.
tags: 18+, frat boys satosugu x fem reader, college au, jealousy, flirting, semi-slow burn, smut, threesome, p in v, use of pet names (princess, baby), double cunnilingus, blowjobs, spitroasting, eiffel tower position, double creampie, throat bulging, vouyerism (kinda), fluff, happy ending, not proof read
w.c: 8.2k
art by thatsallitchief on twt!
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satoru’s been watching you for about 3 weeks.
and that’s not to say that what he’s doing is right, he knows he probably shouldn’t be going out of his way to keep an eye on you every time you walk through those doors. that his responsibilities as a frat brother don’t go beyond drinking, fucking, and holding suguru’s legs up during every keg stand. but what can he do except watch when you’ve captivated him this easily?
he has a list of things be may or may not believe to be true based on the handful of times he’s stopped to watch you do your thing. what songs you like, how you like your drinks mixed, even how likely you are to leave based on the vibe. you always come alone, that he knows for certain, but what he can’t figure out is why.
the first time he sees you is the friday after halloween.
he’s about three shots deep, sweatshirt rucked up over his shoulders with a headache that could kill an elephant. the music feels way too loud to bear and whatever sukuna poured in his cup earlier makes his nose burn every time he takes a sip, but satoru endures it, because he thinks you threw him off his axis the moment you walked into the house.
you’re gorgeous, sitting pretty on the couch like something from one of his fantasies. cup held loosely in your hand with your ankles crossed over each other. you don’t speak, don’t dance. you just sit and watch the room bubble, shoulders relaxed in that sweet little outfit that he’d give up anything to see on the floor of his bedroom.
he’s never seen you on campus. granted, he’s not usually the observant type, but for you? you have his undivided attention whether he likes it or not. he can’t help but watch you just sit. eyes wandering around the room like you’re not quite sure when or why you got here.
you keep him on his toes for the better part of a month. showing up to his parties, sticking to the wall all night like you’re not quite sure what to do with yourself, turning his world upside down, and leaving right before he gets to say he’s had his fill of you for the night.
he waits for the other shoe to drop. for your friends to drop by at the end of each night and whisk you out the door. maybe for your boyfriend to waltz out of the shadows and take you home if he’s really unlucky. but no one ever comes. week after week you sit there alone, and he watches you like he’s getting paid to do it.
satoru wouldn’t say he starts toying with you after that. call it controlled research. an experiment conducted to try and get to know the inner workings of your little brain. he notices which songs you bop your head to, which ones get you to tap your foot on the carpet and mouth along to the lyrics. those get uploaded to a special playlist, queued and ready for when you walk through the door. he starts buying the mixers he knows you like, bubbly sodas and little bottles of fruit juice he stores in the mini fridge in his room, just in case the bottles downstairs run out.
he gets reckless after the second week. starts showing off in the ways he knows best. push up contests with choso, doing chin ups in the doorway, conveniently forgetting to don a shirt after spilling beer down his neck, the whole nine yards. anything to get you to look.
and the worst part is? you do look. you lock eyes with him so frequently that he starts pregaming in his room before every party just to shake his nerves. fleeting, quick glances in his direction that make him feel hot all over and make him want to melt into the shaggy carpet in between shots. fast enough to look like an accident, but mysterious enough to make him question whether or not you’re doing it on purpose.
you’re an enigma. a paradox he can’t quite shake, and that’s exactly what he likes about you. why come to a frat party just to be a wallflower? why sit on the couch and watch the wax and wane of the crowd instead of joining the fun? the answer is something he hasn’t been able to figure out. but maybe, just maybe, you’d finally come out of your shell if he started a conversation with you.
satoru decides tonight is the night he’ll test that theory.
you’re in your usual spot tonight. smushed halfway between the arm of the dingy couch and a couple who looks like they’re trying to fuck through their clothes. you tap your fingers against the side of your cup to the beat of the speakers, not quite enjoying yourself but not hating the party enough to go home just yet.
someone comes up behind him then, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
“cute, right?” suguru asks, arms crossed over his chest. his best friend settles in next to him with a sleazy grin, gaze focussed suspiciously close to the couch.
satoru’s smile wavers a little as he re-registers what he just heard.
“which one?” he asks casually, scanning the room like he wasn’t just eye fucking you for the better part of half an hour. something heavy hangs in the air.
sugaru smiles wider, eyes narrowing in your direction. satoru frowns.
“the one on the couch. left hand side.” he clarifies. something in satoru’s stomach sours, and it isn’t just the liquor he’s been nursing all night.
“i don’t know, she looks kinda quiet.” he reasons, hoping that’ll somehow deter the other man from encroaching on his plans to woo you. suguru runs his tongue over his top lip in thought, giving you an up and down with a look that can only be described as hungry.
“yeah, but you know what they say about the quiet ones.” his best friend laughs. suguru’s implication isn’t lost on him at all, in fact, it only makes him madder. you on the other hand look none the wiser, swirling whatever’s in the bottom of your cup with a thoughtful demeanor. god, what he wouldn’t do to whisk you off that couch and get you out of here.
satoru doesn’t speak for a moment, trying to gather his scattered thoughts. between the way you look right now, and whatever suguru’s deal is, he’s not even sure he can form a coherent sentence right now.
suguru must notice the look on his face, because he softens.
“oh shit, i didn’t…” he trails off, looking a little guilty now that satoru’s feelings are understood. he smiles, almost like he’s trying to hold in a laugh, and bumps satoru’s shoulder with his own.
“you’re on that?” the interest in suguru’s voice isn’t directed at you now. it’s playful, almost innocent in nature, like the two of them are back in middle school, sitting cross legged while they talk about which girls from class they’ve held hands with.
“not yet.” he huffs. some of the tightness in his chest has started to dissipate. he looks over at you longingly, stance wide. what would it take to make you smile? to see those pretty eyes light up just for him?
suguru bumps his shoulder again, harder this time. the look in his eyes tells satoru that what he’s about to suggest could either make or break the entire night.
“need a wingman? i could help you out.” he offers, inky black hair tipping into his eyes as he turns his gaze toward you again.
satoru almost feels tempted to accept, but shakes his head, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes to try and soothe the pounding in his temples.
“i’m good.” he laughs softly. “i’ll talk to her later.”
suguru laughs, clapping the other man on the back with a smug smile before nodding in the direction of the couch. “c’mon, either talk to her or don’t.”
satoru’s feet haul him forward begrudgingly, dragging with every step. he suddenly feels a lot more aware of his hear in his chest, the way it vibrates against each of his ribs.
you don’t notice him at first, too absorbed in the sea of bodies across the room for you to spot the two six-foot-something men standing in front of you. when you finally look up, it’s directly at him. something sweet in satoru's chest pangs.
“hi.” you mumble sweetly, giving them both a polite smile. there’s a familiarity in the way you say it, almost like the way you’d speak to an old friend.
cute.
you introduce yourself with an outstretched hand, looking up at him through your lashes, and it’s like the headache satoru’s been nursing all night just disappears. your hands are soft, fingers wrapped sweetly around his like you know what you want. suguru introduces himself with a curt wave, and the pleasantries drone on for another few minutes.
“y’know, it’s cozier up on the deck if you’re interested.” suguru finally offers, nodding toward a stairwell nestled at the back of the house. you purse your lips in thought, taking a quick sip of your drink before nodding. you stand and turn to satoru, addressing him directly this time with a playful tilt in your voice.
“alright, lead the way.”
the rooftop ends up being a lot quieter than downstairs. satoru leads the three of you up the stairwell, past the second floor and through a door that looks like its seen better days.
a couple partygoers sit in small groups, flanked by the smell of booze and weed. satoru finds the three of you a pile of blankets to sit on, cursing internally when you choose to sit a little closer to suguru.
you look gorgeous like this, features illuminated by the street lights below and the glow of the string lights they’d tacked up here last spring. a couple of people he recognizes sit perched behind you around a table, shouting obscenities over a game of beer pong. some more sit idle in a circle of old lawn chairs, passing a bottle around with a flurry of laughter.
the three of you talk, and satoru thinks your voice might be his new favorite sound. you tell him about your major, your hometown, how much you like the music he plays. he tells you everything you want to know in return, blood pressure rising every time he thinks you might have scooted an inch closer to him when he wasn’t looking.
suguru talks to you too, albeit with lazy eyes and a smile that reads trouble. satoru tries not to read too much into it. tells himself that that’s just how his friend is, and that it doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things as long as he’s sitting this close to you. you woo them both with your antics, cracking jokes that have their ribs splitting at the seams and their chests heaving for breath.
you’re a lot different than satoru thought you’d be. pretty, obviously, and outgoing when you want to be. suguru drifts off for a moment to grab the three of you a round of shots, and before long, you’re sitting with your head on satoru’s shoulders as the alcohol settles in, raving on and on about a class he’d recently found out the two of you had shared a few semesters ago.
“is that not insane?” you giggle, waving your hands theatrically as you continue your ministrations. “if you’re going to track attendance at least have the balls to do it yourself. like why send the TA to do it for you?”
satoru laughs, deep and airy in his chest as his head floats above the three of you. you’re so warm, bleeding heat into the side of his body like a little furnace, and if he’s being honest, the smell of your shampoo is all he can focus on right now. you’re just as captivating as he thought you’d be. quiet, but with a quick mouth and the stamina to keep up with him and his best friend’s jests like no other.
the night drags on, and so does the party below. eventually, suguru turns to address you, head cocked to the side with his eyes narrowed playfully.
“so why show up to our parties alone every week? you bad at making friends?”
satoru feels your spine straighten against him, almost like you weren’t expecting a question of that caliber. you smile into his shoulder, caught red handed.
“i don’t know.” you answer softly. that shy side of you looks like its coming out again, like a turtle wanting to curl back into its shell. satoru waits for you to continue nosing at the crown of your head.
“i think maybe i was just waiting for the right people to come up to me?” you answer truthfully. suguru shoots him a look that screams “i told you so”, and all satoru can do is laugh, feeling grateful that his friend did right by him tonight. he brings his hand up to squeeze your waist and you nuzzle further into his side, stretching your legs out in front of you with a happy sigh.
except, suguru reaches forward then, guiding your legs into his own lap like it’s the most normal thing in the world, and satoru pauses, because what flares in his chest isn’t anger like he expected. it’s something sweet.
he should be upset, right? ticked off like he was a couple hours ago when his self proclaimed “wingman” waltzed right up to you like it was nothing, all low eyes and sweet promises. his friend is still giving you that hungry look, brazenly rubbing the pad of his thumb over your bare ankle while your upper half melts into satoru’s side. he knows he should find it in himself to be jealous right now, but he just can’t because in all honesty… satoru finds this kind of hot. more than he ever thought possible.
you look irresistible like this, melting at the attention both of them are giving you. there’s not an ounce of apology in the way lets his fingers trail up your leg to massage the softness of your calf, and for a very brief moment, satoru pictures the three of you doing this more. lounging up on the roof with the cool autumn air blanketing you. you looking up at them both with those sweet eyes. holding your hips still while suguru slides in from—
“i think she likes that, gojo.” suguru purrs, testing the waters with a raised brow. satoru snaps out of his trance immediately, flinching as the the dirty thought he’d been toying with slips free of his mind. he glances down briefly and realizes that the hand that’d been rubbing your side sits a lot higher now, kneading the skin right under the swell of your breast.
you turn to him with your tongue pressed up against the inside of your cheek, silently begging him for more. suguru looks on with a look that screams “go on.”
fuck it, he’ll bite.
“yeah? you like that princess?” satoru asks quietly, feeling high on a mix of endorphins and pure need. suguru seems fired up to, judging by his groan of approval.
“maybe i do..” you admit softly, wrapping your fingers around satoru’s bicep. you turn your gaze back to suguru and relish in the sultry look he gives you.
this. whatever this was could kill satoru. he’s never been this turned on in his life, feeding off of the attention you spread equally between the two of them. he didn’t even think this was an option before tonight, but judging by the look you and suguru give him, anything feels possible.
a swell of commotion suddenly rings out from the group behind you, breaking the seal spell around the three of you like a record scratch. he can’t quite see what’s going on, but judging by the clatter of glass against the ground and the chorus of “ooohs” and jeers that follow suit, he’s pretty sure he’s witnessing a good ol’ game of spin the bottle. his hand doesn’t leave your side, rubbing slow circles as the fire in his chest burns bright.
suguru must come to a similar conclusion and decide he’s all in, because he’s waggling his eyebrows at the both of you before standing to his full height, walking toward the circle with zero hesitation.
“is he serious?” you turn to look up at satoru, eyes glossed over in mischief.
“oh, he loves this stuff.” satoru chuckles, nosing at the side of your neck softly. you ponder his worder for a moment before turning back to him playfully.
“i’ll join if you join.” you nod toward suguru as if to ask satoru for permission, and something inside him flares at the idea. who is he to say no to you?
he takes you by the hand, helping you up and off the pile of blankets before joining the circle. suguru pats the ground next to him as soon as you come into view, scooting over to let the both of you settle down with satoru in the middle..
you look… nervous? excited? he’s not really sure. the three of you sit idle as a girl gears up for a turn. the bottle completes a few shaky turns before it stops, landing on another girl to the left.
satoru’s own mixed feelings about the game start to surface once his rose tinted glasses fade and he realize there’s a very large chance you could end up kissing someone that’s not him or suguru. not that he’d be into seeing you kiss suguru. actually, no. the thought of watching you kiss suguru doesn’t actually sound that terrible. this whole night will probably end up being a lot to unpack.
more people spin, and more kisses ensue. another pair of girls share a short peck followed by laughter, some guy spins and ends up kissing a girl that is clearly not his girlfriend, judging from her shrill protests, and few more people pass. eventually, the bottle makes it’s way to suguru, and he laughs, deep in his chest the way he does when he’s about to get into trouble.
satoru watches as his best friend holds the bottle out toward you, its foggy neck dangling right at you like an invitation. you accept it, setting every nerve in his body on fire in the process, and place it down on the ground in front of you.
he watches the glass vessel spin, tracing an arc around itself as gravity takes over, pulling it to an eventual halt. and in the spirit of weird luck, it finally stops. right in between him and suguru.
the crowd erupts instantly.
“spin again!”
“that one doesn’t count!”
“i think it’s closer to the white haired one?” hearing that makes satoru’s mouth water.
he looks to you to try and get a gauge on what your thinking, feeling pleasantly surprised to see the equally conflicted look on your face. he turns to suguru then with a laugh, eyebrows raised as if to ask “what now?”
suguru snickers, shrugging his shoulders. the three of you marinate in the sheer hilarity of the situation before a voice across the circle cuts through the chatter.
“kiss them both!”
a few people nod in agreeance, mumbling amongst themselves like a choir of judges. satoru can’t help but heat up at the thought.
“sure, yeah, why not?” he offers, looking to you for your input. you lay your cheek on his shoulder and smile, beckoning a very enthusiastic suguru closer with two fingers.
you adjust back onto your haunches, looking a little smaller with both men now flanking you. you lean toward satoru first, much to his approval, sealing your lips over his in a fiery act of passion that makes his blood run hot.
you taste delicious. like grenadine and something carbonated. the smell of your shampoo overwhelms every one of his senses, and before long, he’s got two hands on your waist, squeezing the softness there like it’s the last time he’ll ever touch you.
you whine into the kiss, and that for sure got him hard judging by the throb in between his legs. satoru parts his lips just enough to flit his tongue over your bottom lip, tasting the sweet skin there before the two of you finally part.
the circle erupts with cheers, praises and dirty jokes bouncing around the roof like a pinball machine. between the tent threatening to pitch in his jeans, and the mess of white hair sticking to his forehead, satoru feels like he’s going to explode. you don’t look any better, face flushed with a mix of need and embarrassment, and your bottom lip pinched between your teeth. you give him smile and a small peck on the cheek before turning to suguru, nodding when he asks for permission to kiss you.
suguru’s kiss is a lot different. it’s pure lust, marked by a mess of tongue and two hands dangerously close to your ass. you arch as soon as he makes contact, and satoru groans under his breath because it just about feels like the hottest thing he’s ever seen. you part a lot faster than you did with him, shoving suguru with a grumble about “too much tongue” and the crowd seems to love it, cheering the both of them on just as they did you and satoru.
“now kiss em’ at the same time!” a girl yells, eliciting a laugh from the rest of the circle. satoru reclines with a huff, glancing over to try and get a read on you. you and suguru however, are sharing that look again, and the implications make his brain short circuit.
you take both of their arms, pulling them a little closer to you, and the commotion that elicits from the rest of the rooftop is loud enough to make suguru flinch. satoru’s brain immediately jump to some of the filthiest thoughts he’s had all night, hand enclosing around your waist to steady himself.
suguru follows suit with a hand on your hip glancing over at satoru with a filthy look in his eye.
“you ever do something like this?” he teases.
“fuck no.” satoru laughs. he groans when he feels your fingers thread into his hair, bringing the other up to do the same to his friend.
“first time for everything.” you reason, pulling the both of them closer until your lips meet theirs clumsily.
satoru shouldn’t take this seriously, should maybe pull away and not give into the ache at the apex of his jeans, but why would he when this is arguably the hottest thing that’s ever happened to him? he smiles against your mouth, feeling suguru’s lips seal right next to his. you part your mouth just the slightest bit to let your tongue flit out, and that must drive suguru crazy because the noise he makes is absolutely filthy.
it’s so good. everything feels so fucking good right now, and satoru doesn’t even care if there’s people watching. suguru places a warm hand on his shoulder to stabilize the both of them and soon enough, the noise on the roof has gotten so loud that his ears ring. your mouths move in synchrony in a messy, brazen show of affection. satoru is enjoying it so much that after a moment or two, he doesn’t know who’s mouth is who’s or whose tongue is flitting against his bottom lip. all he knows is that he’s rock hard in his jeans, and this very well may be the best night of his life.
you’re the first to part from the kiss, much to his and suguru’s dismay. the air encompassing the three of you feels like it’s boiling. you’re a flushing mess, suguru’s pupils are blown so wide you can barely see the sclera, and satoru feels ten times more tipsy than he was before this whole game started.
he’s the first to break the silence between the three of you, ignoring the jests and pleads for more from the small crowd around the three of you.
“we should head downstairs.” you and suguru nod in curt synchrony, and the three of you stand to leave, snickering at the wave of disappointment that seems to set off. suguru waves a grand goodbye to the people of the rooftop before slinking down the stairwell after you and satoru.
“holy shit, what just happened?” he whispers, eyebrows raised so high they’re practically touching his hairline. satoru only grins, wiping a hand over his face like he can’t believe half of what’s gone down tonight. the pair bump fists before catching up with you.
the air is cooler down here despite the increase in noise. you lead the both of them down a few steps before pausing in front of the step-off to the second floor, a knowing smile gracing your face.
“are these the bedrooms?” you ask softly. there’s that shy side of you again.
“mmhm, this is all of em.” satoru grins, coming up behind you to slink an arm around your waist. suguru trail a bit to the side, hands clasped behind his back as he watches on.
“where’s yours?” you ask, swinging your arms back and forth like you didn’t just ask to take this whole ordeal to the bedroom.
“what do you say? you wanna show her?” his best friend asks, something filthy lacing all four of those words. what suguru’s implying isn’t lost on the three of you in the slightest.
“last door on the right. wanna see, princess?” satoru asks, looking down at you with a sly grin. you nod at the suggestion, giving them both a look so needy that both men groan under their breath.
you’re the first of the trio to move, slinking in through a door with careful grace. the two men follow suit, and soon enough, suguru has you crowded against the door while he mouths at your neck.
you’re insatiable, squeezing your thighs together under the dim light while his best friend paws at your hips. the two of you move together in a way that makes satoru’s head spin, sending what little blood remains in his brain straight between his legs.
“c’mere.” you mumble, reaching a hand out to him. you manage to get a grip on his shirt, pulling him in until he’s close enough to slot your mouth together. suguru groans in approval, stepping away to strip his upper half down.
you go so well with the both of them it hurts. pulling both men deeper and deeper into the warm waters of your body with your little siren call. satoru swears he can smell suguru’s cologne sticking to your clothes and the thought alone makes the white haired man want to never let go of you.
it’s the fact that you want both of him, he realizes. that you trust both men enough to let them touch and tease you like this. the fact that you’re willing to give them equal cuts of your attention without compromise, letting the three of you steep in your shared pleasure.
you wrap your arms around satoru’s neck, letting him carry you to the mattress. the white haired man drops you against the sheets with careful precision, slotting his body between your open legs to grind your clothed centers together.
“fuck, that’s hot.” suguru sighs, letting his shirt hit the floor. he takes a moment to just watch the two of you. how satoru rolls his hips down against yours, how our fingers entangle themselves in his snowy locks, pulling tight every time his hard cock ruts against your clit.
“oh god.” he grits, lacking the brain capacity to do anything but feel good in the moment. this was really happening. this. a full blow threesome. right in his room while the droves of partygoers downstairs are none the wiser. satoru’s never done something like this before, and despite his best friend’s confident demeanor, he’s willing to bet suguru hasn’t either, but that doesn’t stop him for a second.
you break away from the kiss only for a moment and guide both men’s hands to the hem of your shirt, letting them pull it up and off of your body together. slowly, inch by inch of skin is revealed like they’re unwrapping gift.
“you ever fuck two best friends, baby?” suguru whispers, palming at the curve of your breast through your bra. you shake your head no with a laugh, sighing as he reaches behind to unclip the garment and ease it off of you.
“well, like you said, first time for everything.” satoru jokes, and the laugh that elicits from you is music to his ears. the darker haired of the two men chuckles at the little quip too.
suguru leans down for a brief moment to take the bud of your nipple between his lips, sucking softly. the stimulation draws the sweetest noise out of you, spurring the two men on. satoru moves the both of you further to the side, and soon enough, there’s just enough room on the mattress to house the three of you comfortably.
“get her bottoms off.” suguru mumbles, trailing his tongue over each of your breasts. you arch into the man’s touch, letting your fingers brush away some of the hair that’s fallen in front of his eyes.
satoru slinks down the length of the mattress to undress you, running the pad of his thumb against your clit through your drenched panties.
“who’s this for? hm?” he questions playfully.
“you.” there’s not an ounce of hesitance in your tone when you say it, and satoru would be lying if he said that didn’t make him ten times harder.
“aww, just him?” suguru asks, licking a soft stripe over your nipple.
“both–ah–both of you.” you whimper, shying away once satoru pushes your panties to the side and finally runs his bare finger through your soaked folds.
he whistles, low and drawn out.
“fuck, come feel this.” he grits out, bringing his soaked digits up as a testament to how wet you are. suguru parts from your breasts slowly, and surprises the both of you when he dips his head down, sucking satoru’s fingers clean of your slick.
“knew she’d taste sweet.” he breaths. satoru brings his fingers to try for himself almost intrinsically, tasting what’s left of you with a groan.
if your eyes weren’t blown wide before, they definitely are now. something about the sight of them together must turn you on the same way seeing you with either of them turns the other on.
suguru makes a beeline for the space between your legs and gets straight to work, licking a fat stripe up the length of your pussy without hesitation. the stimulation send jitters through your core right up to your chest, drawing a water groan from your lips.
satoru’s a goner as soon as he hears you, diving forward to claim your lips for his own. everything’s too much and not enough at the same time. your touch, your taste, the way you moan while suguru settles between your legs to let his tongue go to work. he could die happy like this, tangled in the sheets with the hottest, funniest girl he’s ever met and his best friend while the party rages on below the three of you. you snake your hand down to undo the button of his jeans, rucking the zipper down impatiently until you’re able to palm him through the thin fabric of his briefs.
“fuck, that’s good.” he praises. the relief your hand gives him is nearly instantaneous. satoru can’t rid himself of his bottom layers fast enough, kicking the fabric off and onto the floor.
you gasp when his cock slaps against his stomach, taken aback by the sheer size of him. satoru’s eyes hold your own as you look up at him cautiously, breathing heavy through your nose at the thought of taking him.
“you can take it, angel.” he reassures. he brings his thumb up to stroke the apple of your cheek gently. you take to his reassurance beautifully and nod, nuzzling into his hand with a dreamy hum.
he feeds you his cock once he’s able to discern a good angle for it, hand braced against the wall while you swallow his length down.
it’s messy at first. you’re a little uncoordinated on account of the size of satoru’s cock, and the unrelenting feeling of suguru’s tongue on your clit. satoru does his best to let you adjust to the pace, reeling his hips back softly before pushing his dick back into the warm cavern of your mouth.
he doesn’t have half a mind to feel embarrassed right now, and suguru must be riding that same wavelength because he’s fully honed in on making you feel good with his mouth, slipping two digits into your wet core while his lips close around your little bud.
the three of you continue like that for a bit, the sounds of your shared pleasure punctuating the silence. satoru loses himself in the push and pull of your tongue. you slink off of him with a pop to flatten the muscle against the underside of him and lick up to his tip, and that sends him a little too close to the edge for comfort. he reels his hips back a little and fastens his hand around the base of himself, not wanting to finish just yet.
“shit, you’re too good at that.” he breaths, chest heaving with exertion. suguru chuckles under his breath at you both before speaking up.
“come here, help me out.” he commands, snaking his hands under the back of each of your knees to push your legs closer to your chest.
satoru circles the mattress to join his friend at the foot of the bed, seemingly confused. he gets a better picture of what suguru means when the dark haired man scoots over, letting one of your legs drop against the sheets.
“whatd’ya say. you wanna make her feel good?” he purrs, scooting to the side to give satoru a better view at the way his tongue laves over your clit.
satoru would love nothing more.
the space between your legs is a sopping wet disaster, messy with your slick and suguru’s spit. the wet spot underneath you ass is too big to not have soaked into the mattress by now, nevermind the sheets. your clit is so swollen that satoru’s dick jumps in his hand at the sight of it. all perked up and shiny, peeking out of its hood after being played with for so long.
“fuck it, yeah. let’s do it.” satoru laughs, holding his hand out low for his friend to slap it triumphantly in a boyish show of solidarity.
you scoff at their antics, hiding behind the crook of your arm. both men waste no time bringing their lips to your center.
satoru claims your clit first, kissing softly over the tiny nub just to hear you whimper. his best friend licks his fingers clean before bringing them back down to your hole, pressing up against that initial barrier of resistance before the two of them are rewarded with a soft squelch as the digits enter you.
the two men work in perfect tandem, toying with the most sensitive parts of your body like it’s practically second nature. in away, satoru supposes it very well could become second nature if you’d let them. if you’d only say “fuck it” and let yourself be their altar.
you arch up off of the mattress as they continue, mumbling obscenities under your breath as your orgasm reels closer and closer. eventually, suguru fastens his hand to the back of satoru’s head and guides the both of them up toward your clit, tongues laving up against your special spot like there’s not tomorrow.
the move in unison, practically making out on top of your pussy while you moan and beg like your life depends on it. you end up peeking at the two of them for a brief moment, and that proves to be detrimental, because the sight before you sends you right over the edge into a ground shattering orgasm.
the two men coax you down from the clouds with tentative kisses pressed anywhere they can reach. the inside of your thighs, your ankle, the softness of your lower tummy. you’re able to sit up after the last of your high has melted, and satoru thinks the look on your face is to die for.
“yeah? feeling good?” he asks, nipping at the inside of your thigh for good measure. you squeal at the contact, getting a laugh out of the both of them.
“can you…” you start, voice trailing off as a flash trails over your chest and cheeks.
“what, baby?” suguru urges, interlocking his fingers with your own. he rises to kiss a path from your thighs to your neck, nosing at the sensitive skin there.
“can we keep going?” you mumble, clearly a bit embarrassed.
“already?” suguru hums.
you nod, laying back against the sheets to part our legs for the both of them. satoru swears loud enough to startle you, already spitting in his hand to stroke himself from base to tip.
“your move, gojo.” suguru commands, circling the mattress to snake his hands under your shoulders. satoru watches on as his best friend readjusts you, turning your body until your head hangs off the mattress and your lower half faces the wall. your hands come up around the backs of his thighs to brace yourself.
his best friend wastes no time feeding you the head of his cock, watching it breach past the lining of your mouth until a smooth bulge appears in your throat. he looks down at you through hooded eyes, hair pooling at his shoulders as you sputter and gag around his hulking length.
“you gonna fuck her or what?” suguru asks, running his warm palm over your throat to soothe the stretch there. he doesn’t even look away when he says it, too enthralled with the way you hollow your cheeks around the girth of him..
satoru moves almost on instinct, clambering onto the bed to sort himself into the gap between your body and the wall. you moan softly and part your legs in invitation.
“holy shit.” he whispers, taking a moment to run his thumb through the mess leaking from your pussy. purple lovebites line the inside of your thighs like confetti, they must’ve gotten too carried away in the throes of eating you out.
you whine then, something halfway between his name and the word “please.” satoru decides right then and there that he’ll give you anything you want as long as you keep making noises like that.
“what, this? you want this?” he asks, slapping the tip of himself against your sensitive clit. you jolt at the stimulation and do your best to nod, groaning as suguru thrusts in and out of your drooling mouth.
“cmon’ she’s dying for it.” the other man grits, burying himself to the hilt of your throat with a shaky moan. you whimper softly in agreeance.
satoru wastes no time lining up with your sticky core, pushing past that ring of resistance and sliding home in one fell motion.
“big stretch, princess. hold on.” he grits, clawing at the last of his sanity as your cunt spasms around him beautifully. you whine around suguru’s length again, higher this time, chest heaving in and out from the feeling of being used at both ends.
satoru waits for you to adjust, hunched over your sweaty form with a forearm on either side of you to support his shaky body. he knows your ready the moment you draw your hips up and down on his length, trying to chase the feeling of your orgasm.
“patience.” suguru mumbles, patting your cheek sweetly. you moan in return, stilling your body the best you can.
you’re so beautiful like this, and both men make sure you know it. you try your hardest to adjust to the stretch between your legs, doing your best to obey them both even though your limbs feel like jelly and you’re not sure which way is up or down.
satoru finally thrusts into you, and the three of you moan in absolute, indescribable bliss.
you’re unbelievably tight. so tight he thinks he might cum soon if he’s not careful. every thrust of his sends a chain reaction down the line and back, pressing up against that hard-to-find spot inside of you and pressing you further across the bed and onto suguru’s cock at the same time.
he’s so focused on fucking you that he doesn’t even notice the hand in front of his face until suguru snaps his fingers, holding out two digits for the other man to suck on.
satoru knows exactly what to do, wetting his best friend’s fingers with his tongue while the two of you maintain a heated look. once suguru’s satisfied, he brings them down to your clit to rub tiny circles into the bud.
that drives you wild, sending you over the edge so fast that both of them choke.
“holy shit.” suguru hisses, watching your cunt milks satoru for all he’s worth. all the white haired man can do is brace an arm on the wall behind him, head thrown back as he’s taken along through every wave and crest of your orgasm.
“oh my god–fuck!–oh god.” he groans.
suguru is the next to hit the edge, spewing expletives before withdrawing from your throat with a wet pop. you try to catch your breath as he motions for satoru to flip you onto your stomach, whining as the other man pulls out of you briefly.
“hold her hair. fuck, there we go.” suguru groans in approval as satoru gathers your locks out of your face. he fists his cock with a noise so desperate it almost sounds like a sob.
“open up–fuck–oh my god.” he moans. creamy white ropes of cum splash against your cheeks and lips, decorating your features like a painting.
satoru can only watch in awe, cock dripping pre against your upper thigh where his still-hard dick rests. he has to physically stop himself from groaning when you lean in on all fours to clean suguru up, suckling at his swollen tip to swallow the last of his load down.
“good girl, holy shit.” suguru huffs, legs a little wobbly from the force of his orgasm. he takes your messy face in his hands then, spooning the rest of his cum into your mouth with careful precision.
“gonna give her a load too, satoru?” he asks, eyes locked in on the way you suckle the pad of his cum-soaked thumb.
satoru releases a heavy breath with a nod,, still watching suguru clean you up.
your upper half settles down into the sheets almost on queue, painted face turning to
and all satoru can do is whimper because every single millisecond of tonight is going in his spank bank for the rest of conceivable time.
you turn to him then, ass up and a sly little grin on your face.
“cmon.” you whine, wiggling your ass as if to punctuate your begging. “please?”
“fuck. inside?” satoru huffs, more surprised of your seemingly endless stamina than the request itself. he takes himself in his hand and lets the tip sink in between your folds. his eyes never leave yours, waiting for a sign of approval.
you nod with a moan, shifting your hips back to take the rest of his dick all the way.
“holy shit.” suguru grumbles fondly, already half hard again just from watching the two of you.
if satoru wasn’t fucking you right before, he definitely is now, thrusting down against that spongey spot inside of you with a feral look in his eyes. his hands cling harder to the meat of your hip with every passing second. your turn your head back and look directly into his eyes, and the act is so intimate satoru feels his dick jump inside of you.
you’re loud enough to rival the noise of the party downstairs, whining and writhing and sobbing as he takes you apart and puts you back together again all at the same time. your hand lies firmly between your legs, right above where your two centers meet to stroke the swell of your lcit. suguru watches on in awe, fucking his own fist with his teet digging into his bottom lip.
satoru’s orgasm hits him from every angle all at once. he stills first, feeling a wave of pleasure seize at every muscle in his body. then, all that pleasure comes to a rolling release right between your legs.
he cums so long it feels like an eternity, emptying his balls into your soaking wet heat while his eyes struggle to stay open. you reach your own high almost directly after his, cumming on his dick for the second time that night with a scream of both their names into the sheets.
it takes a while for the two of you to come back down to earth. you stay wrapped up in each other. satoru slumped over you, your laid under him with his dick still inside of you. suguru must’ve climbed onto the mattress a bit ago to play with your hair, mumbling praises to you softly while his you and his best friend recover.
“i can’t feel my hands.” satoru mumbles exhaustedly. that draws a laugh out of all three of you.
“yeah? that good?” suguru teases, still toying with you from his spot a little ways up the mattress.
satoru finally musters up the strength to pull out of you after a few deep breaths, groaning at the wave of cum that seeps out of your pussy and onto the mattress.
suguru is the first to part from the trio with a kiss to your hairline. he dips into the bathroom before returning with a handful of bath towels, tossing them at the pair of you.
“you’re lucky i don’t fill that pretty mouth again.” he groans. “gotta bounce if i’m gonna make it to class tomorrow.” he tousles your hair one last time before beginning the search for his boxers amongst the pile of discarded clothes on the floor.
“you okay? need water?” satoru asks, nodding when you decline his offer.
“stay a little longer, suguru.” you whisper, reaching a shaky hand out to try and grab at him playfully. satoru rubs circles into your back gently, reaching for one of the towels to start wiping off the parts of you that he can reach.
satoru hums in agreeance, still reeling from his orgasm. suguru sighs fondly, glancing back at the door before dropping his things on the floor again and climbing into bed behind you.
“can’t have just one, hm? always need the both of us.” he sighs. it’s a tight fit with the all of you pressed against each other like this. limbs against limbs, chests beating against chests. the air around you starts to heat with your combined body heat, lulling the three of you into a sex-drunk haze.
“what’s wrong with wanting both?” you giggle. and satoru laughs too, because it truly is that simple.
“yeah, let her have both of us.” satoru mumbles into your neck.
suguru hums thoughtfully, tracing circles into your naked thigh with his thumb. something sweet blankets the three of you then, like a promise looming in the horizon. would it really be that crazy to do this again? the three of you, working together with the shared goal of making each other feel good?
“fuck it, you’ll have us then.” he agrees, settling the arrangement in stone with careful finality.
“same time next week then?” you joke, squealing as the both of them pepper you in kisses.
should i stay or should i go? - PART II OF HOUNDS OF LOVE
★ summary: you've been in town for barely two months, already knee deep in monsters that lurked beneath the town, a ragtag family who'd stop at nothing to save each other, and a bat-wielding man who's already saved your and your sister's lives twice
★ pairing: steve harrington x mayfield!reader
★ warnings: 18+ mdni, slow burn, cigarette smoking, violence, general stranger things warnings
★ word count: 9.3k
★ notes: & now we have steve :P
“You know I’m about to start limiting your arcade spending habits.” You sighed into the receiver, your sister groaning on the other end of the line.
You were standing behind the desk at the motel, finishing up the bookkeeping, when she called. In what you assumed would be asking for even more arcade money. What started as her needing something to do after school ended in a full-blown obsession. You felt bad at first, her not having made any friends yet. But now your pockets were aching. Still recovering from all the furniture you just bought.
“I don’t need any money. I need a ride.” She whispered, no doubt to avoid Billy hearing.
“I’m at work, bug. Billy won’t take you?” You asked, putting your pen down.
“He’s been fine with rides, but- I’m going trick or treating with some…friends.”
“Friends?” You raised your eyebrow, “I’m glad you’re making friends.” You kept your voice down, not wanting to scare her off from finally opening up to people in town.
“Yeah, whatever. I just don’t want Billy to see them. Can you drop me off on your break?”
“Of course. I’ll be there in 30, okay?” You were glad she couldn’t see how wide you were smiling. She slammed the phone down with a short, ‘Thanks, love you,” before you could even respond.
Working at the motel was stressful, but the money was good, and your staff was tolerable. They were also very understanding when you needed to run Max around town. Giving notice to your coworkers, you went and picked Max up. She was out sitting on the curb, Halloween mask on. Her fiery hair poking out of the sides.
“Michael Myers, huh?” You laughed. Her fake knife pulled up, committed to staying in character. She stayed silent, pretending to stab the air in front of your chest. You fake gasped, holding your nonexistent stab wounds.
“This is what I get for driving you around?” You heaved, shaking your shoulders and lolling your head on the steering wheel. Letting out heavy, dying breaths. Her giggles huffed through the latex, pulling it off her face frantically.
“So…” You started, putting the car into drive. Not giving her a second to breathe. “Why didn’t you want Billy taking you?”
She shrugged, a tall tale Max sign that she wasn’t interested in speaking. You weren’t letting this go.
“Max….”
“Jesus,” She exploded, “He tried to run them off the road with his car today. He was just trying to scare me.”
“With his car?” You spluttered, “You guys are just kids.”
“It’s fine.” She lied, pulling at a loose thread on her makeshift Halloween bag.
“No, it’s not really fine at all, Max.” Your fingers were gripping the wheel tightly.
“Can we just have a good Halloween. I’ll split candy with you.” Max smiled, her pillowcase tight in her other hand.
“You'd better. I expect a good haul when I pick you up.” You pulled up to the fancy neighborhood address she gave you. Dropping the conversation now, for her sake.
“Be safe, if you need me, find a phone, if you’re not here by 10, I’m calling the cops!”
She ignored you, running into the large group of children. You opened your door, clambering out of the car. “I’m serious!” You yelled back, watching her fiery curls disappear.
“Fucking kids.” You sighed, letting your head rest on the window.
“I feel the same.” A voice spoke up, and you turned around, seeing a boy around your age, probably a little younger.
“You on sibling duty too?” You asked. He nodded in response.
“Guess I’m too old for trick or treating. Think he’s embarrassed to be seen with me,” he laughed, holding his hand out, “I’m Jonathan Byers.”
You jogged over, taking his hand in yours. “Y/n Mayfield. Nice to meet you.” His last name sounded familiar, but you couldn’t place it.
“You’re new in town, right?”
“Yup, how can you tell?” You joked, and the sounds of children's laughter echoed around the neighborhood cove.
“It’s a small town. People talk. Especially when they’re from anywhere that isn't, well, here.”
“Guess that’s fair. Adjusting to small town life has been.. Different.” You admitted, “Lots of people here are awful.”
“Don’t I know it.” He sighed, looking around awkwardly. A bright orange piece of paper was clutched in his hands. “Hey, I have this stupid invite for a party tonight. I don’t know if that’s something you’d be interested in or…”
You felt bad for getting ready to reject him, “I’m sorry. I have to work. I’m only using my breaks to get my sister. But I’ll see you around, maybe? I work at the Motel. I need more friends.” You rambled.
He looked slightly deflated but nodded, “See you around!”
“Oh, and have fun at the party!” You yelled to him as you got back in your car. On the drive out of the neighborhood, you spotted Max with a group of boys, all of them in matching Ghostbusters outfits. It made you smile, seeing her get to be a kid again.
She made her promise on splitting Halloween candy with you that night, both of you dumping out her bag onto your living room floor. Making trades and bargaining between pieces. That night, she fell asleep on your couch, in the middle of you two watching Friday the 13th. You draped the blanket over her, just about to click the TV off, when there was a knock on your door.
It was too late for trick-or-treaters, but you grabbed a handful of candy anyway. Swinging open the front door to reveal none other than Eddie Munson.
“Trick or treat!” He yelled, too loudly for the sleeping child on the couch. You shushed him, pushing him forward so you could step outside, closing the door behind you.
“Jeez, did I catch you at a bad time?”
“My sister’s over, she’s asleep on the couch.” You informed him, tossing a piece of candy into his hands. “What’s up?”
He caught it expertly, smiling devilishly at you. “Was gonna ask if you wanted to smoke and listen to that cassette you gave me for lugging that couch and bedframe into your house.”
You shook your head, “I can’t tonight, but Sunday when I get off? Max will be home by then.”
“It’s a date.” He smirked, then paused. “Well, not like a date date, just a schedule date to smoke.”
“Get off my porch, Munson.” You laughed, tossing the rest of your candy at him. Watching him run freakishly fast back to his house.
Sunday rolled around slowly; days in this town seemed to drag on. You were knee deep into boxes of supplies when your boss stumbled in, ready to complain for an hour before actually working.
“Kids in this town nowadays,” Bethany grumbled, walking into the office where you were counting inventory. “I just passed a group of kids riding down the highway on bikes. Bikes!”
Bethany was an older lady, the silent owner of the motel. She had gotten a little too old to do the long hours on her feet; happy to hire you in her place. She was sweet, but grumpy. This wasn’t the first or the last time you’ve heard her grumble about today's youth.
“Like teenagers?” You laughed, fumbling through boxes of receipt paper.
“Or younger. And one girl, hair kinda like yours, was on the back of some boys' pegs. It’s just so dangerous.”
You stopped mid-writing, looking back up at her. She was occupied with the time sheets now, already onto the next topic, complaining about the latest town hall meeting.
“Wait, sorry. You said the girl had hair like mine?” You asked about checking the time. Max should be at home by now. You could call and ask, but if she wasn’t where she was supposed to be, it would probably tip them off. “Can you explain the group of kids?”
“Long and crazy like yours. A little lighter. Two white boys and a black boy on bikes. That’s all I got.” She squinted, “What does it matter?”
“And where were they headed?” You asked, dropping the notepad on the desk. Already grabbing your jacket and keys. “I think my little sister might have snuck out.”
“Oh boy,” She tsked, “That’s exactly what I was saying. No one respects their elders anymore.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m so sorry, but I need to go check on her.” You were out the door before she could even respond, cursing Max under your breath. The last thing she needed to do was be out with these boys late at night, going god knows where past Tippecanoe Lake.
They already had about an hour ahead of you, driving around every road Southeast of Hawkins until you passed the Junkyard. It was the only feasible place you could imagine kids would go to smoke, drink, or god knows what out here.
Clad in combat boots, work jeans, and a leather jacket, you were in no shape to be navigating this place, but you did anyway. Your gun was heavy in the waistband of your pants. Just in case. It was a simple pistol, one you bought off a neighbor when you started working nights at the motel. You were pretty sure Eddie stole it from his uncle, but he took your money happily.
Suddenly, three bikes were in your view, near an old junkyard. The closer you got, the more you could hear faint voices yelling out to each other. Soon, you could see them, the same kids you saw when you dropped Max off, with an older boy probably around your age.
“Hey! Dickheads!” He yelled, none of them spotting you yet. It looked like him, and Max was piling together scraps of junk. “How come the only one helping me out is this random girl? We lose light in 40 minutes. Let's go. Let's go, I said!” He clapped his hands, corralling them together. Now you were even more confused.
“Yeah, why is the random girl helping?” You spoke up, making half of them jump in the air at your sudden presence. “And what exactly are we helping with?”
“Oh shit,” Max said, her eyes wide at getting caught. You were shooting daggers at her. “Y/n, you need to leave.”
“Who are you?” The older boy spoke up, his hands on his hips. Squinting, unable to see you through the sun shining down.
“More importantly, who are you? You’re the one with a whole bunch of children in the woods?” You raised your voice. The kids cower, looking to each other helplessly. Confusion and fear were written all over their faces.
“Steve. Steve Harrington.” He spoke before you came into his vision. A part of him thought he was dreaming, your dark red hair glowing in the sun. Your freckle-clad forehead scowling at him, your ring-covered fingers pointing wildly around where they were just caught red-handed.
You recognized the name from Billy’s constant complaining over family dinners. King Steve. The most popular kid at Hawkin’s High, apparently. Rich, prom king, and a head full of the most gorgeous hair you’d ever seen on a man. Now, why the hell was he here?
Steve stood there balking, all of them gaping at you as they had never seen a woman before.
“She looks like Max-”
“But older.”
“And hot,” Lucas added, making Dustin and Max scowl at him. Steve sighed heavily.
“It’s my sister, you idiots.” She yelled, letting a piece of scrap metal clang loudly against the bus. “We don’t have time for this.” Dustin grumbled, “You and your sister need to get out of here.”
“Whoa, I’m not going anywhere.” Max started at the same time Lucas joined in, “She already knows, and we need her.”
“Someone tell me what the fuck is going on. Now.” You yelled, forcing all of them to be quiet.
“My boss tells me she sees some kids flying down the road on bikes, then I come to find you here.” You waved your hands around wildly, “With some random older guy what making a fortress?”
“Tell her,” Max said, nudging Lucas. “She’s not gonna believe you, just like I don’t.”
“We’re not telling another person,” Dustin argued, his face looking astonished.
“We have 40 minutes of sunlight left, unless you all want to be puppy chow. I say you make your minds up.” Steve huffed, squinting your eyes at him.
“Max…”
And that was how you ended up here. Your knees pulled to your chest, sitting in a heavily fortified abandoned school bus with four kids and Steve Harrington. Just having heard the short rundown of the last year of their life.
“Wait, so let me get this straight, these demon dogs-”
“Demogorgons.” You corrected yourself, “From another dimension that was opened right here in Hawkins? And now we’re fighting the one that Dustin kept in his house? And there’s a huge government conspiracy and a bald girl with powers?”
“I mean, that’s the Sparknotes, yeah.” Steve gave you a small nod, realizing how ridiculous it sounded.
“And you guys are like serious?” You eyed the baseball bat with nails hammered through it, various stains of rust on the end of them.
“As a heart attack,” Lucas spoke, Max still glaring at him.
“I didn’t know this game got that serious.” You laughed, looking around the room at the eyes locked on yours. “But okay, I’m in. Do I get a weapon?”
“A game?” Dustin gawked, “This isn’t a god damn game.”
“So this isn’t that weird DnD game you guys play?” You laughed awkwardly.
“No- wait, how do you know we play?” You could feel Max’s gaze on you already, her cheeks matching the color of her hair.
“Max said that you guys-”
“SHUT UP,” Max yelled, falling to her knees next to you. “God, you’re such an idiot.”
“You talk about us?” Lucas piped up from the back, a hopeful shimmer in his eyes.
“No.” Max scoffed, glaring at you. That was your bad; she had talked to you about them being reluctant to let her join the friend group last weekend over ice cream. You shouldn’t have mentioned it, but you had more important things to focus on.
You also didn’t have time to cover for her, your thoughts still reeling. “First, Max, rude. Secondly, you guys expect me to believe this?”
“Not doing this,” Dustin grumbled, getting up and stomping away. Leaving you and Steve sat on the floor next to each other.
“I haven’t seen you around school.” Steve broke the silence, watching the kids on the other end of the bus, still waiting for the daylight to fully fade.
“I graduated early,” You told him, “I turned 18 a few weeks ago. Got a job and a house out here when my parents forced us out of California.”
“A house? At 18?” His eyes furrowed, incapable of comprehending something like that.
“Don’t have the best home life.” That was all you gave him, fiddling with your hands. “How did King Steve get roped into this mess?”
He groaned at the nickname, “How do you even know that?”
“Billy Hargrove. For legal purposes, he’s my stepbrother.” You said, Steve, making a face of disgust. Understanding now what you meant by your home life being rough.
“I agree.” You let out a weak laugh.
“I don’t think I’m that anymore. The whole King Steve persona,” He said, his voice turning shy, “I mean that’s what I’d like to think anyway. I was a real asshole.”
“Listen, if what they’re saying is true,” You started, “Big if. Then I don’t think you’re this big bad asshole I’ve heard about. Sounds like you’re risking your life for these kids.”
“They’ve grown on me a little.” He admitted, watching Dustin shimmy back over to where you were sitting.
“What’s that metal in your face?” Dustin asked, eyes focused on your nose rings. Steve just sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“You’re helpless with women, man.”
“Well, she’s hardly my type; she’s old.”
“Old?” You gasped, “I’m 18!”
“That’s kinda old.”
“Dude, you’re never supposed to ask a woman her age. Or call her old.” Steve smacked his shoulder again, all of you letting out soft laughs. A silence washed over you all, the wind blowing through the cracks in the bus chilling your skin. You almost forgot for a moment you’re supposed to be waiting for these monsters to come.
“So you really fought one of these things before? And you're, like, totally, 100% sure it wasn't a bear?” Max spoke, breaking the silence. You were still reeling, doing your best to absorb the information you’ve been forced to learn in the past 40 minutes.
“Or maybe a rabid dog?” You offered, watching Steve methodically flip the lighter open and closed.
“Shit. Don't be an idiot. Okay? It wasn't a bear. Or a dog. ” Dustin snapped, “Why are you even here if you don't believe us? Just go home.”
“Geesh. Someone's cranky. Past your bedtime?” Max grumbled, sitting up. “Are you okay?” She asked you, to which you just nodded, watching her climb the ladder to where Lucas was.
“That's good. Just show her you don't care.” Steve spoke, winking to Dustin. Failing miserably at being nonchalant.
“I don't. Why are you winking, Steve? Stop.” Dustin groaned, making you laugh a little bit.
“Please don’t tell me you’re giving him advice on how to pick up girls.” You scoffed, sizing up the man.
“No.” Dustin lied, his voice high-pitched and cracking.
“He just needs a little help with the ladies, that’s all.” Steve shrugged.
You rolled your eyes, placing your hand on Dustin’s arm. “Don’t listen to the man who smells like hairspray. Show them you care. Just don’t smother them. The most important thing is to be yourself. And kind, always be kind.”
Dustin gave you those sort of starry eyes that made you wanna laugh, nodding intently at your words. You got up after this, joining Max at the top of the stairs. Not before overhearing Dustin and Steve.
“Do you think she’s into younger-”
Steve smacked his shoulder, “Dude?”
“I like talking with you, Mad Max.” You heard Lucas say.
“And I like talking with you, stalker,” Max replied, making you smile wider. Maybe Hawkins wasn’t so bad after all. Even if you were sitting in a boarded-up school bus waiting for ‘monsters’ to attack.
“Max, I think we should head out.” You got her attention, ready to leave whatever weird roleplay these kids were playing. A horrible sinking feeling was sitting in your gut. The bus erupted at your words, a chorus of no’s ready at the helm.
“Do you wanna die? Safest place is here.” Steve stood up, his hands on his hips.
“Oh, come on, there are no monsters.” You laughed, your laugh getting cut short by a loud growl in the distance. Immediately eating your words. Your pulse quickened, locking panicked eyes with Max.
You joined Steve and Dustin at the makeshift window. Squinting to look through the fog.
“You see him?”
“No.”
“Lucas, what's going on?”
“Hold on!” Lucas yelled, a silence falling over the bus.
“I've got eyes! Ten o'clock!” He stuttered, and everyone rushed to try and get a look. You kept your eyes on Max, nearly tripping down the ladder.
“Wait. You sure that's not a dog?” Max asked, still standing on top of the bus. “I think it’s just a stray.”
Your heart still didn’t settle, taking the time to look at everyone's face. Steve’s hands were gripping his bat so tight his knuckles were white. If it were a game, none of them would be this scared. The tension was high.
“You guys were being serious.” You let out a breath, panic rising in your chest. The loud chittering sounds echoed through the quiet clearing; no normal wildlife would be making that noise. “Oh my god, you were being fucking serious.”
“We told you!” Steve yelled, right before Dustin shushed you all.
You couldn’t make anything out, a blob of color in the fog. Resting towards the edge of the treeline, the growls were only getting louder.
“He's not taking the bait. Why is he not taking the bait?” Steve rushed out in a whisper.
“Maybe he's not hungry?” Dustin offered.
“Maybe he's sick of cow.” Steve mused, his face shifting to one in deep thought. Soon, he was stepping backwards, you and Dustin turning to him.
“Steve? Steve, what are you doing?” Dustin hurried, watching Steve toss him the lighter. A sense of understanding washed over you. He was going to use himself as bait.
“Just get ready.” He nodded, opening the creaky door to let himself out.
“This is crazy. He’s fucking crazy.” You muttered, hand coming up to rub your forehead. A headache is forming behind your eyes. “Max, down. Now.”
And thank god she listened, crawling down the ladder to join where you watched Steve whistle and spin the bat dramatically. Trying to lure the creature out into the open. Her head was pressed against yours, nearly pushing you out of the way to get a good view.
“What's he doing?” Max asked.
“Expanding the menu,” Dustin said, at the same time you spoke. “Getting himself killed.”
“He's insane,” Max said, to which you could only agree.
Dustin’s grin had you concerned, “He's awesome.”
You watched him flick the bat a few more times, doing his best to convince the thing to stop hiding in the fog. He was light on his feet, his shoulders broad in his bomber jacket.
“It’s kinda hot.” You mindlessly said, the kid's head snapping towards you. You put your arms up in surrender. “Jeez, god forbid a girl try to make light out of a bad situation.”
The creature stepped out of the fog, still hard to make out from a distance. “Steve, watch out!” Lucas yelled, Steve yelling back that he was busy. It was then that more growling joined, seemingly from all angles. He was surrounded.
“Three o'clock! Three o'clock! Steve.” Lucas screamed, pointing wildly to the other creatures surrounding the man.
“Oh my god, Steve run.” You yelled, the kids joining in.
“Steve, Abort. Abort!” Dustin yelled, You nearly tripped over the seat. Clamoring to help open the door for him to come back to safety.
You forced Dustin behind you, watching the creature's face open up in a blood-curdling shriek. Steve ran, the creatures flanking him on all sides. Your focus was on getting the kids behind you, each of them hellbent on putting themselves in the line of danger.
Steve finally made it, collapsing on his back. You ripped the piece of metal off the door, holding it there with your feet. Steve joined your mindlessly. Screams echoed around you while you two older teens tried and failed at keeping the creature out.
“Are they rabid or something?” Max asked, entirely too calm for the situation. It was only adding to your panic.
“That’s NOT a dog.” You screamed, losing your footing on the metal. Steve’s arms wrap around your shoulders to keep you from falling.
“They can't get in! They can't!” Lucas swore, immediately jinxing all of you as the metal gave way. The creature jumped inside the door. Steve pushed you back, immediately swinging his bat. The sound of the nails hitting flesh made your stomach turn.
“Kids, back now.” You ordered, Dustin, crawling on the seat, talking into his walkie.
“Is anyone there? Mike? Will? God! Anyone!” He begged, “We're at the old junkyard, and we are going to die!”
They were surrounding the bus at this point, claw marks ripping into the side of the bus as if it were paper. Loud metal thuds echoed throughout. You kept your hands on Max, keeping her close to your side. You were too focused on watching the one Steve was beating to remember the open hatch. Max looked up. You followed her eyeline. The creature was mere feet away, its slimy skin glistening in the moonlight. Its face opened up, hundreds of tiny teeth lining the flower-like face. Max screamed, a true blood-curdling scream from the depths of her chest. A scream that would haunt you after this. You shoved her out of the way, Steve already striding over. You pulled the gun from your waistband, clicking off the safety.
“You want some? Come get this!” Steve grunted, ready to shove the bat in the monster's mouth.
“Everyone, cover their ears.” You yelled, ready to shoot, before a distant howl was heard in the distance. The creatures are turning their head. Soon they were off, running towards the sound as if they weren’t ready to make all of you their dinner.
You looked back at Max, seeing her hand shoved tight in Lucas’s. The safety was pushed back on in your gun, shoved back in your pants. Steve is staring at you wildly.
“You had that the whole time?” He asked, winded.
You shrugged, “I forgot. I really thought you guys were just fucking crazy. Which you still are. You are all.”
“Yeah, we know.” He let out a breathy laugh, and all of you headed back to the door. Steve, being the first one to check outside, clearing the area.
“Are you okay?” You crouched down to Max, checking her over for injuries. She brushed you off, her hands shaky.
“Yes, god, I’m fine.” She spoke, clearly not wanting to be embarrassed in front of Lucas. Too bad you didn’t care, seeing as all of you almost got eaten moments ago.
“Steve scared 'em off?
“No. No way.” Steve said, slinging the bat over his shoulder. “They're going somewhere.”
His hair was somehow perfectly laid despite all the events that had just unfolded.
Somehow, the boys convinced you and Max to walk back to the cars in the dark. At this point, your nerves were so shot that nothing else could really bother you. Max seemed insistent on not leaving her friends. All of you walking alongside the railroad tracks, Steve and Dustin leading the way. You lingered in the back behind Max and Lucas.
“You're positive that was Dart?” Lucas asked, reminding you of all the information you’ve learned tonight. Dart was apparently a baby Demogorgon that Dustin kept in his house. You made a mental note to tell Max to find normal friends.
“Yes. He had the same yellow pattern on his butt.” Dustin argued. Your hands fiddled around in your jacket, ripping out your pack of cigarettes. You didn’t even realize your hands were shaking until you pulled one out of the pack.
You interrupted the kids' conversation about malting (or molting) and got Steve’s attention. “Steve, do you still have that lighter?”
He stopped, probably startled by remembering your presence was even here. “Uh, yeah.” He said, fumbling through his jacket pocket, throwing the zippo over to you. You thanked him, quickly lighting up your cigarette and taking a drag. The kids are all staring at you.
“What?” You asked, blowing the smoke in the opposite direction from them. “I just almost died, I can smoke one cigarette.”
You ignored their mumbles, Steve giving you a soft look before continuing to guide you all. The two somehow ended up side by side, the kids behind you. Following you in a herd.
“Hey, I’m sorry for earlier.” You let out a deep puff of smoke, “The whole accusing you of kidnapping kids thing.”
He shook his head and let out an amused laugh. “No, it looked weird, I understand. Besides, if anything, Henderson kidnapped me.”
You gave him a crazy look, urging him to continue.
“He literally just opened my car door and told me to drive.”
“And you did?” You laughed, a real one. It rattled you to your core after the events of the past hour.
“Yeah,” He sighed, “I think I’d do anything for these little shit heads.”
You took a second to look at the man, really look at him. It was hard to see him in the dark, the moon highlighting his features. He was objectively gorgeous, but not only that; he really meant it. He loved these kids; you witnessed it. From when he threw himself in the middle of that junkyard with nothing but a bat with nails in it.
“I feel that.” You thought back to Max, Steve pushing her out of the way tonight. The way you were ready to go toe to toe with a creature out for blood, just to save her. “I’m glad they had you.”
Steve’s heart swelled. You were the first person to acknowledge what he had done for the ragtag group of kids. “Yeah, well, without me, they probably would have been demodog chow.”
“This is still so insane.” You flicked the cigarette, each rustle in the woods making your head spin.
“I think you’re taking it surprisingly well,” He offered, his head swinging back to look at Max, “Her too.”
“She’s tough. Tougher than she’s needed to be at her age.” You left it at that, letting Steve reach his hand out towards you, gesturing to the half-smoked cigarette dangling from your fingertips.
You raised your eyebrows, ignoring his puppy dog stare. It was unspoken to keep it hidden from the kids. Steve gripped it from your hand, and you were content to stop pointing towards the side of the tracks.
“You see that?” And all the kids shuffled, letting Steve huff the cigarette smoke into his lungs, before stomping it out under his foot.
“What?- I didn’t see anything?”
“Are you seeing things?”
A chorus of murmurs, you shrugged, continuing your walking. “Sorry, must have been the wind.”
You ignored Lucas’s murmur of ‘your sister’s weird’ to Max, hearing him grunt in pain after. Smirking to yourself as she no doubt elbowed him, again. She definitely had a crush on him.
Steve was still by your side, closer this time. A shared older kid moment within your group of children.
“Thanks for that.” He mumbled under his breath, your shoulders knocking into each other with each ragged step. You balanced your soles on the tracks, stumbling every few seconds.
“Feel like if anyone needed it, it was you.” You gave him a toothy grin, “Since you were kidnapped and forced to fight demon dogs and all.”
“Demodogs,” He mocked Dustin, pausing for a bit. “Besides, I think he saved me from a worse fate.”
“Worse than that?” You laughed, shoulders shaking.
“Was on my way to apologize for something I didn’t even do to my girlfriend,” He paused, “Well, definitely not my girlfriend anymore.”
Your heart ached hearing the jilt of pain in his voice, “The King Steve having girl issues, huh?”
“Back again with the King Steve,” he scoffed, “I haven’t been him in some time.”
“Yeah, I can tell.” Your eyes softened at him, a calm understanding washing over both of you. “Billy talks about you all the time. I’d say he’s a little obsessed. Probably has a crush on you or something.”
“I mean, do you see this hair?” He shook his head, his hair flopping. “Can you blame him?”
You knocked your shoulder into his, nearly pushing him off the metal beams. “You’re ridiculous.” He looked down, letting a soft smile curl on his face. His heart thumping out of his chest, he told himself it was just the adrenaline from today.
In the silence of the forest, the kids spoke up once again. Forcing you back into the brutal reality.
“When's he gonna molt again?” Max asked, kicking rocks with each step she took.
“When he does, he'll be fully grown, or close to it. And so will his friends.” Dustin spoke.
Steve let out a sarcastic laugh, “Yeah, and he's gonna eat a lot more than just cats.”
“A cat?” You gasped, Dustin turning around with wide eyes.
“Dart ate a cat?”
“No, what? No.” Dustin lied, rather badly, you might add.
“What are you talking about? He ate Mews.” Steve said, completely oblivious to the silent begging Dustin was giving him to be quiet.
“Mews? Who's Mews?” Max asked, Lucas looking angrier by the second.
“It's Dustin's cat,” Steve said, not even sensing the tension within the group. Too busy awkwardly wiping his hands on his jeans. His palms were still sweaty, the adrenaline, of course. It had nothing to do with the way you smelled like leather and sandalwood. Or the way he was still thinking of your lips wrapped around the cigarette filter.
“Steve!” Dustin yelled, making Steve throw his hands up in defense.
“I knew it! You kept him!” Lucas accused, Dustin immediately denying this. He could only deny it for so long until he caved, “He missed me. He wanted to come home.”
“Bullshit!”
“I didn't know he was a Demogorgon.”
Steve interrupted the argument, “Guys, who cares? We have to go.”
“I care! You put the party in jeopardy!” Lucas argued, “You broke the rule of law!”
“So did you!” Dustin argued back.
“What?”
“You told a stranger the truth! Then told her sister.” Suddenly, the eyes were on you and Max.
Max scoffed, “A stranger?”
“You wanted to tell her, too!” Lucas argued back, you and Steve catching eyes over the tops of their heads. You tuned out the children arguing, a sound catching your attention in the distance. It seemed to have caught Steve, too, that worried look in his eyes yet again. It sounded like the monsters, but hundreds of them, if that was even possible. Another impossible sound, birds flying out of the tops of the trees, startled by the sound.
Soon, the party went quiet, all of them stepping off the tracks into the woods. Ready to run headfirst into danger.
“No, no, no. Hey, guys,” Max started, jogging towards them. “Why are you headed towards the sound?”
“Yeah, I’m with Max. We’re meant to be going home.” You nervously added, all of them ignoring the two of you. You and Max shared a look of disbelief, watching them point out Hawkin’s lab in the distance. Your eyes grew even wider when they began their descent into the woods.
“Whoa. Hey, hey. What the hell are we doing?” You scoffed, jogging up to them.
“Our friends could be in there,” Dustin said, not even stopping his jog through the brush.
Max shrugged, grabbing your hand and forcing you into their group. “I thought one life or death situation was enough for today.”
A short walk through the woods, and soon the Hawkin’s lab was there. The sounds were only getting louder as you all drew closer. There was a large gate, with two people with flashlights in the distance.
“Who’s there?” They yelled, You pulled Max closer, forcing her behind you. The rest of the party didn’t look nearly as concerned as you two were.
“Steve?” You heard them ask in unison. Now you could see the pair clearly, a couple around your age. Their eyes met yours, you awkwardly waved to them, unsure what to do in this situation.
“Nancy? Jonathan?”
“Jonathan?” You spoke at the same time as Steve, and now everyone’s eyes were going to you.
“Y/n?” Jonathan asked, his face riddled with confusion.
“What are you doing here?” The girl asked. She was pretty. That was the first thing you noticed. Shorter than you, standing next to Jonathan.
“What are you doing here?” Steve asked, eyes squinted.
“We're looking for Mike and Will.” She answered, worry laced in her tone. She must have been Mike’s older sister. Nancy Wheeler, it wasn’t hard to piece the puzzle together. She was Steve’s girlfriend, or was. And by the way she was standing with Jonathan, it wasn’t hard to guess why.
“Wait, how do you know Jonathan?” Steve finally asked, turning to you. Jonathan squinted at you.
“How do you know Steve?” He spoke up, and everyone squinted in confusion.
“We met on Halloween. I told you I’d see you around!” You laughed awkwardly, “Didn’t think it was gonna be this.”
“You asked her out?” Nancy asked, making the tension thick.
“No!” He squeaked, “God, no. I was being friendly.”
“Yeah, it wasn’t like that.” You furrowed your brows, “Although not sure that matters considering the timeline.”
Steve sucked in air through his gritted teeth.
“I’m sorry, who even are you?” Nancy asked, her glare stabbing daggers into you.
“Cat fight,” Dustin mumbled, making you grit your jaw.
“Not affiliated with any of the men here, in case you were wondering. Nice to meet you, Nancy Wheeler.” You gave her the largest smile you could muster. Unwilling to be at odds with the younger girl, I get in between their obvious unresolved male drama.
Dustin broke the silence, pushing forward to speak to her. “They're not in there, are they?”
“We're not sure.” She rushed out, “Why?”
As if to answer her question, the monsters shrieked again, the noise rattling in the forest. Everyone’s heads are turning to stare at the lab. No matter how many times you've heard that sound tonight, it was going to give you goosebumps each time.
They all struck into action, all of them working together seamlessly. Discussing when they last saw Will and how to get into the lab. You couldn’t help but wonder how many times they’ve all had to deal with something like this. Each of them seemed to have their own designated role to play, leaving you and Max the odd ones out.
Nancy brushed through the group, “The powers back.”
Suddenly, you were all rushing down to the guard box, Dustin and Jonathan taking turns aggressively trying to open the gate. A whir of electricity, and the gate was slowly opening, Dustin chuckling to himself. “Hey! I got it! I got it! Easy-peasy.”
Nancy and Jonathan wasted no time in piling into their car, driving in to investigate. Meanwhile, your group was set to wait outside. The commotion was getting louder, tires spinning, and multiple voices yelling. You yanked Max out of the way, cars flying out of the gate. A Hawkins PD truck slammed to a stop, a man pointing at you all, “Let’s go.” He yelled.
All of you hurried, Steve, pushing the kids into the car. You climbed in after him, the man slamming his foot down on the gas before you had time to crawl in the back. You and Steve were now tangled together in the passenger seat, basically sitting on his lap. The situation would have felt a lot more awkward if not for the stakes. The kids were in the back screaming, overlapping questions to the officer in the front. He drove with a mission, ignoring their screams.
“Sorry.” You muttered awkwardly to Steve, his hand coming up to grip your waist to avoid you slamming against the cardoor.
“Don’t apologize,” He laughed, “This is the least uncomfortable position I’ve been in all day.”
You turned to face him, a flirty smile on your lips. All you could do was roll your eyes, pretending he didn’t make your chest feel like it was going to cave in.
“And who are you?” The cop spoke, hitting a turn extra hard.
“Y/n Mayfield. Sister of Max Mayfield, the new kid in the back.” You stuttered, feeling awkward getting thrown into this group. “I got roped into this with the kids.”
“That tends to happen.” He sighed, “Hopper. Jim. Chief of Police.”
“Well, thanks for the getaway ride.” He gave you a curt nod, slamming on the brakes when you all pulled up at a house. Joyce Byer’s house, you guessed it, by the way everyone runs around like they know the place. This must be their command central.
Steve gave you a hand getting out of the car, and you pulled Max by your side yet again, ignoring her whines about you pulling her arm out of place. “Should we just leave?” You asked, stopping the group before they walked inside. “I don’t wanna intrude, I also still don’t really know what’s going on.”
Hopper cut off your rambling, “You’re part of this now, whether you like it or not, kid.” He said before walking inside, a man on a mission.
“If it makes you feel any better same thing happened to me,” Steve spoke, and all of you stepped inside the house. The house was covered floor to ceiling in crayon drawings of what looked like vines? This was somehow the least crazy part of your day. You let Max join the kids, feeling this was at least a safe enough area to let her more than a foot away from you. You claimed a spot leaning against the wall as yours, Steve joining next to you.
Hopper was yelling at the phone, and everyone else was having hushed conversations about the events of the night.
“You doing okay?” Steve asked, breaking you out of your short trance.
You gave him a tight-lipped smile, “Ask me later?”
“Sounds about right.” He remembered how it was to learn of all of this, living off pure adrenaline and survival. Not having time to process any of it until it was over. Sometimes Steve wondered if he had even processed it at all. He felt like he was in a constant state of fight or flight ever since that night.
“Did you guys know that Bob was the original founder of Hawkins AV?” Mike started, picking up a stack of games. “He petitioned the school to start it and everything. Then he had a fundraiser for equipment. Mr. Clarke learned everything from him. Pretty awesome, right?”
Bob. Ms. Byers' boyfriend, whom you learned died in the lab, feet from where you were all standing earlier. It added stakes to this that you knew were there before, but didn’t feel real until now. It wasn’t tangible until it was. You tried not to think about what would have happened had you not stalked down Max. You were lost in thought, not coming back to the conversation until Dustin spoke up.
“Like the mind flayer.” Dustin finished.
“The what?” Max asked.
“The mind flayer,” he answered, like everyone should have already known what he was talking about.
“What the hell is that?” You asked, accidentally alerting everyone to your presence next to Steve.
Dustin came back with a book, slapping it down hard on the table, opening up a page. Everyone crowded around, your arm brushing against Steve’s. You pulled back to give him some space, mouthing an apology. He pretends not to see it, content with keeping your arms touching. Nancy watches this intently. You keep your eyes down, another gut forming in your stomach.
“It's a monster from an unknown dimension. It's so ancient that it doesn't even know its true home. Okay, it enslaves races of other dimensions by taking over their brains using its highly developed psionic powers.” Dustin said.
Hopper groaned, “Oh, my God, none of this is real. This is a kids' game.”
“No, it's a manual. And it's not for kids. And unless you know something that we don't, this is the best metaphor…”
“Analogy.” Lucas interrupted.
“Analogy? That's what you're worried about?”
“Fine. An analogy for understanding whatever the hell this is.”
“Okay, so this mind flamer thing…” Nancy starts, Dustin, correcting her. “What does it want?”
“To conquer us, basically.” He said, “It believes it's the master race.
Steve snaps his fingers, “Like the Germans?”
This makes everyone turn to him. “Uh, the Nazis?” Dustin offered.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, the Nazis.” He stuttered, looking back down at the book. You can’t help but let out an amused laugh, Steve’s hand coming up to swat playfully at you.
“If the Nazis were from another dimension, totally.” He said, adding, “Uh, it views other races, like us, as inferior to itself. It wants to spread, take over other dimensions. “
“We are talking about the destruction of our world as we know it,” Lucas added, a serious sense of doom hitting you all.
Steve walks away from the table, pacing anxiously around the small kitchen. “That's great. That's great. That's really great. Jesus!”
Nancy picks up the book, “Okay, so if this thing is like a brain that's controlling everything, then if we kill it…”
“We kill everything it controls.” Mike finished for her.
“We win,” Nancy said, clinging to the smallest amount of hope.
“Theoretically.” Lucas sighed, making her shoulders slump.
Hopper came by, taking the book from Nancy. His eyes brush over the words as if they’re gibberish. “Great. So how do you kill this thing? Shoot it with Fireballs or something?”
“No. No, no Fire...No No Fireballs. Uh, you summon an undead army, uh, because…” Dustin stammered, realizing how ridiculous he sounded with each word he spoke. “...because zombies, you know, they don't have brains, and the mind flayer, it...it... It likes brains.”
Everyone shut their eyes in annoyance, Hopper nearly throwing the book at the kid.
“It's just a game. It's a game.” Dustin tried to soften the blow.
“What the hell are we doing here?” Hopper asked, glaring at everyone.
“I thought we were waiting for your military backup,” Mike interjected.
“We are!” You couldn’t find it in yourself to believe the man; he didn’t even seem like he believed it himself. The military wasn’t coming. This was going to land on you all. Another burden to add onto everyone’s shoulders.
“How are they gonna stop this? You can't just shoot this with guns.” Mike continued.
“We know it's already killed everybody in that lab.”
“We know the monsters are gonna molt again,” Lucas added.
“We know that it's only a matter of time before those tunnels reach this town.” Mike finished. Everyone turned at a female voice coming from the hallway. “They're right. We have to kill it.” Ms.Byers said, her voice shaking with sadness and anger. While she and Hopper talked, all you could notice was the fondness in his eyes when he looked at her.
“If anyone knows how to do this thing, it's Will. He's connected to it. He'll know its weakness.” Mike added. Will was the one kid you had yet to meet properly, but you’ve heard so much about him. How this all started with him. The poor child who lay sedated on the couch.
“I thought we couldn't trust him anymore. That he's a spy for the mind flayer now.” Max asked, her arms across her chest.
“Wait,” You spoke up, unable to keep quiet any longer, “What if we just shove him in a closet?”
“Shove him in a closet?” Jonathan spoke, squinting at you for suggesting shoving his little brother somewhere.
You let out a nervous sigh, “No-no, not like that. Just so he doesn’t know where he is.”
“Random girl is right, he can't spy if he doesn't know where he is,” Mike spoke, looking back at you proudly. Max looked back, giving you a small smile. You shouldn’t have been so excited for them to look at you proudly. Slowly, but surely, earning your spot with them.
“Wait, who are you? Actually?” Nancy finally asked, as Hopper ran through the back door. The words had been on the tip of her tongue since she saw you at the lab, too stunned at how you both got off on the wrong foot.
Another awkward introduction, “Y/n. Max’s sister.”
“She almost shot at a demogorgan,” Dustin told Mike, a large grin on his face.
“Why do you have a gun?” Max finally asked, looking up at you.
“I work night shift at the hotel alone.” You shrugged, Nancy giving you a smirk. You could feel earliers miscommunication rolling off her shoulders.
“I like her,” Nancy spoke, looking in Steve’s direction. You were sure you were missing context, content to shove it aside and focus on the task at hand. Building a shed to look unrecognizable, then holding a possessed kid inside of it. Purely normal weekend activities.
Your hands were full of random bits of tarp, helping Jonathan unravel them. “I’m sorry I suggested to shove your brother in a closet like some high school bully.” You spoke up, trying to ease some of the tension off his shoulders. You couldn’t imagine what you’d be feeling if Max were in Will’s shoes. You’d be losing your mind.
“Don’t worry, your idea might save him.” He spoke, handing you another tarp to toss into a pile while Hopper stripped the shed clean.
“I hope. I don’t know how all of you are so calm about this.” You admitted, “My hands haven’t stopped shaking since one of those creatures almost ate my sister's face.”
He let out a nervous laugh, “I think we’re all a little desensitized.” He admitted, “Sounds a little bit concerning saying it out loud.”
His head turned around to where Steve and Nancy were crouched down, talking amongst themselves while sorting through trash.
You nonchalantly pointed your head at them, “So Nancy, huh?” You asked, watching his face blush. “She seems badass.”
“She is.” He sighed, tossing you the last tarp.
“There’s some history there, huh?” You asked, following him to the shed.
“You have no idea.”
“Hey, let's say we all survive this and everything goes well. Maybe we all celebrate not dying together? You tell me the lore. I could still use some friends my age, I mentioned.”
He nodded, “Yeah, yeah, that would be good.”
You held pieces of cardboard up to the wall, Steve coming up behind you and stapling them up. You helped Max reach the top of the pole with the duct tape, stepping back to admire the completed project. Once the shed was complete, you helped run the extension cords out there. Sighing heavily once it was done, wiping the sweat off your brow that somehow formed even in the November night.
“Got another one of those cigarettes?” Steve sighed, plopping down next to you in the grass. The kids and Nancy were inside, the others in the shed. You could see the bright lights shining through the gaps in the wood.
“Don’t wanna be a bad influence.” You admitted, pulling the pack and his lighter out.
“I feel like if there’s any time to get away with it, it would be now.” You couldn’t disagree with that logic, handing him one. You lit your own, handing him his own lighter back, which you had pocketed.
“Guess this is yours.” You took a drag, hand coming up to smooth your hair back.
He coughed a little on his first inhale, making you stifle a laugh. “It’s been a while.”
“I feel like I'm corrupting little Steve Harrington.”
“Whatever.” He mumbled, your shoulders touching yet again. Neither of you questioned the sudden closeness you had with each other. It was like the two of you just gravitated towards one another. You suppose a trauma bond would do that to people.
“How long did you and Nancy date?” You broke the silence, and he nearly choked on the smoke again.
“Bout a year.” He admitted once the shock had worn off, “I wasn’t a very good boyfriend. Or a very good person.”
You shrugged, “Seem alright to me now.”
“Alright?” he feigned being offended, “And to think I saved your life a few times back there.”
“I’ll be sure to even the score.” You smiled, stubbing the half-smoked cigarette out on the ground.
“I feel like you know a lot about me,” Steve started, “And I know nothing about you.”
“What do you wanna know?”
“What about everything?” The way he said it made your heart skip a beat, his brown eyes looking softly at you in the moonlight.
“We might not have enough time for all of that.” You admitted, your eyes meeting.
The silence was comfortable, filled with the buzzing of the cicadas and the wind blowing around you. “Hey, after this-” Steve was cut off by the door opening, Dustin waving the two of you inside. You gave Steve an empathetic glance, following him into the house.
On the table there was a walkie and a paper, written in crayon was “Close Gate.” The kids gave you a short rundown on what you had missed: a new mission objective.
“The dimensional gate?” You asked, before anyone could answer the phone rang loudly.
“Shit. Shit.”
Everyone’s hearts fell into their stomach. Nancy ran to it, pulling it off the wall frantically.
“Do you think he heard that?” Max asked, her eyes meeting yours.
“It's just a phone. It could be anywhere. Right?” You offered hopelessly that this would prove to be false by the others running into the house. Growls of demogrogans are now approaching the house. Everyone busted in through the doors, Hopper screaming at you all.
“Hey. Hey, get away from the windows!” Hopper yelled, two guns in his hand as everyone circled in the living room. You pushed Max behind you, reaching for your own gun.
“Do you know how to use this?” Hopper asked Jonathan, who looked like a deer in the headlights.
“What?”
“Can you use this?” He repeated, Nancy, cutting him off.
“I can.” He didn’t hesitate and handed her the gun, Nancy cocking it back as if she had done this a thousand times. You switched your own safety off, you and Steve standing side by side. Max and Dustin are behind you two. Lucas, armed with his wrist rocket, and Mike, holding a random candlestick he grabbed from a side table.
The growls circled the house, banging randomly on he windows and walls. “Where are they?” Max cried.
A large thud startled everyone, guns and weapons now pointed at the front door. There was a large growl followed by a whimper, then silence. You could’ve heard a pin drop in the silence, everyone holding their breath. Then, glass shattering, a dead demogorgan was thrown through the window and lay on the floor feet away from you all. Max had shoved her face into your back, everyone screaming.
“Holy shit.” Dustin was the first to speak, followed by a “Is it dead?” From Max.
Hopper’s foot squished it; it lay limp on the floor. Before anyone could take a deep breath, the front door creaked. Everyone is jumping again, turning their attention back. The locks on the door began moving on their own, unlocking by an invisible force. Soon, it was pushed open, and a young girl with a bloody nose walked through. You copied Hopper, putting your gun down as soon as he did. Watching her and Mike have a reunion.
“El,” Max whispered, slowly realizing.
“Bald girl with powers.” You whispered back.
“Not bald anymore,” Steve added, all of you watching in amazement, and a little bit of horror. You let the kids rush forward, content with seeing their long-lost superpowered friend again. It was only when Max went to introduce herself did you frown, watching El completely side step her. You frowned a little, turning back to watch them discuss closing the gate. You zoned out a little, mind reeling with the events of just the last few hours.
“Heaters. We need heaters.” Nancy spoke, breaking you out of your thoughts. You gathered the plan from their conversations, the plan to warm the mind flayer out of him like a virus. Just across the pile of junk, you could hear Steve and Nancy’s hushed voices.
“You should go with him.” He said.
“What?”
“With Jonathan.”
“No, I'm…” She scoffed, “I'm not just gonna leave Mike.”
“No one's leaving anyone. I may be a pretty shitty boyfriend, but...turns out I'm actually a pretty damn good babysitter.”
She gave him the saddest doe eyes you've ever seen, “Steve..”
“It's okay, Nance. It's okay.” He spoke softly, suddenly, you felt like you were intruding on a private moment. “Besides, I got Red with me over here.” He nodded his head towards you, where you were clutching an old space heater like your life depended on it.
“Red?” You raised your brow at him.
“Your hair's red. You know? No? I just tried it.” He shrugged, smiling at you. You could see Nancy’s deflated face as she turned around.
“You’re ridiculous, Steve Harrington.” You scoffed, throwing the heater into his arms. Which he smugly caught perfectly.
“You ready for babysitting duty?” He asked, a ridiculous grin on his face.
you're such a great writer you got me YEARNING PINING GIGGLING with the domestic satoru fic i love it so much omg lovelyyyy i was listening to the song candyman and that fits so well with the fic ahhhhhhh thank youuuu
I can’t remember what I was listening to when I wrote it but probably some depressing ass shit bc that’s all I listen to when I write 🥀💔
note: 18+ modern uni au, established relationship, frat bf sukuna & sorority gf reader, smut, brief mentions of sex, masturbation (m), jerking it to reader's face and texts, finishing on reader's panties, lots and lots and lots of panty and bra talk, sukuna says "fuck" and "shit" a lot
my first time writing smut kinda nervyyy!!
wc: 1.8k
it's way too early to be up on a saturday, but it's hard to sleep in when there's so much noise right outside of sukuna's room. footsteps, choso and naoya arguing about a missing vape, dishes clattering in the kitchen, doors opening and closing. the usual chaos of frat life.
sukuna scrubs a hand over his face, messy pink strands falling over his forehead. he should get up. hop in the shower. he and the rest of the guys planned a morning gym sesh.
but he's reluctant to get up. his bed is warm, warm because you were in it not too many hours ago.
he glances at the other side of his mattress, sheets slightly messy with the blanket bunched up on your side. you woke him up a little before dawn, kissing him awake before slipping away to make it to your sorority's brunch meeting.
your scent lingers on the second pillow next to his, all soft, so sweet, and so maddening since you're not actually there.
"great," he mutters, pushing himself up and out of bed. he's already down bad and his day has barely started.
dragging himself to his dresser, he pulls open the drawer in search for gym wear, sifting through the lazily folded shirts, which he actually tries to keep neat because he doesn't want to disappoint you by being unorganized.
he tosses a shirt onto his bed behind him, still half-asleep as he begins to look for a pair of sweatpants and boxers now. then his hand stops.
because buried between half folded sweatpants and boxers he tossed in from the last laundry day was something that was actually folded nicely. something that he actually carefully folded and tucked into his drawer.
your baby pink underwear with lace trim. beside it? your matching bra.
it should be funny. it should at least be expected. you two are prepared: you leave clothing at each other's places in case you two get carried away. the night ends in sex and there's clean pairs of clothes to change into, as simple as that.
expected, considering last night ended with you under him, thighs wrapped around his hips, all your clothing left in a trail on the floor by his bed that neither of you bothered to pick up before falling asleep in each other's arms.
but seeing the pair now, soft and delicate among his plain clothing, sends something straight to his cock. something so hot from something as simple as your panties and bra, he didn't even know he had that feeling in him.
the more he looks at them, the worst it gets.
pinching the fabric between his fingers, he lifts them out of the drawer, lace dangling from his knuckles. he remembers you wearing a similar pair, just different color, last night.
he remembers just how far down your legs he slid them down. goodness, he'd barely gotten them off before he was kissing you everywhere his mouth could reach.
he picks up your bra in his other hand, thumbing the straps, the insides of the cups that get to hold your tits all day long. "tch," he scoffs. someone's jealous.
he remembers how skillfully he unclasped your bra while you were wrapped around him, lips locked onto each other's. how he tugged the straps down your arms, revealing your boobs to his eyes, hands going up to touch them immediately.
"fuckkk," he groans quietly, squeezing the two pieces in his hands, biting the inside of his cheek.
he's supposed to be picking out an outfit to change into after a shower. now he's just standing in front of his dresser, thinking about you sprawled across the sheets.
big, bad frat boy sukuna is so gone for you it's embarrassing.
he clicks his tongue when gojo, toji, or somebody bangs on his door, yelling something about breakfast, but he ignores it. just walks back to his bed, still holding your undergarments, and plopping down.
his phone buzzes on his nightstand. a text from you.
angel
made it to brunch 🩷
yuki took photos for me
for u!!!
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he swallows.
he's totally forgotten about going to the gym now, about being on time, everything else. instead, he gets back in bed, leaning against the headboard. he's still holding your panties and the bra is laying across his thigh.
he taps his screen with a thumb, opening the photos one by one. his thumb slides up the screen to react with a heart for every single one.
you're sitting at the table with your big and your littles, sunlight hitting your cheekbones, your lipgloss catching the morning light. your outfit is perfectly you, the colors bringing out your features perfectly.
one photo, you sipping a drink with your eyes closed, smiling. candid, probably.
another, your legs crossed, chin in the palm of your hand as you looked away from the camera all sweet and pretty.
one of you making a kissy-face, one with your tongue stuck out in a silly manner, full body ones showing your outfit, probably. scrolling through all of the photos once more, he grips your panties tighter.
he types a reply with just his thumb.
what a pretty face
ur gorgeous
can't believe i have u
you're quick to reply by reacting to each of his messages with hearts.
angel
thank uu baby
have you and the guys left for the gym yet?
ugh, he can almost hear you saying that. "baby," in that tone that he can't help but smile at, and with that smile that carried all the way up to your eyes.
nope. too early
just got up anyway
woke up thinking about you
he doesn't mention anything about the whole panty thing, though. about how he's rock hard for you at 8 in the morning from it, from your texts, from your face in those cute photos.
his thumb hovers over the screen, words stuck in his throat and in the tips of his fingers. he wants to send you a photo, let you know exactly what you're doing to him, hard in his pajama pants, but for the sake of keeping you sane while out with your house sisters, he won't do anything. not yet, at least.
instead of his dick, he snaps a photo of his hand tangled in the soft fabric and lace, his palm swallowing them up, making sure your bra draped over his leg is visible in the background.
fuck it.
"fuck me," he drops his phone down onto his bed, screen still open to your messages together, open to the photo where both your face and body are visible. that's enough for him.
with his free hand he once held his phone with, he slipped two fingers under the waistband of his pajama pants and boxers at once, pulling them an okay enough amount down his thighs for his cock to spring out with a little slap! against his abdomen.
pants and boxers pushed to his knees, he wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock, grip as tight as he remembers your pussy being. he stroked, once, twice, and precum beaded out just from that, making the glide slick.
the friction was nowhere near enough for him, not without you moaning so prettily into his ear while he pushed inside you, kiss-swollen lips nipping at his when you couldn't say anything more.
sukuna huffed out a breath as he squeezed himself harder, thumbing his tip as he looked down at his phone with half-lidded eyes, down at the photo of you displayed on his screen.
full screen, brightness up, zoomed into your torso where he got that perfect view of your pretty tits sitting so nicely in that top and your even prettier face all at once.
"aww, shitttt, angel," he bites his tongue, teeth leaving tiny indents. he brings your panties to his length, wrapping where your pussy lips would sit on the fabric right around him and continued to stroke himself just like that.
he brings the bra up to his face, one of the cups against his nose, using it as a muffler of some sort as he moaned your name. "doesn't compare to the real thing," his words come out in short pants, huffing your name in between.
letting out a strangled groan, he tipped his head back as the lace dragged along the underside of his cock, the muscles in his thighs tensing every time the buttery fabric touched his tip.
his phone buzzed again, your contact name and a few texts displaying on the banner, replying to his earlier texts.
angel
heyyy i just opened that in public :(
let me know when you're back from the gym okay?
i'll be right over ☺️
ugh, the way he reads your texts in your honeyed voice only makes his balls tense more. the dirty little thrill of jerking off with your panties had his abs tight, edging himself.
one hand continued the tight rhythm he had built, the other pressing your bra against his face, nose buried in the cup. he hates that he basically left you on read just now, but oh he's way too in deep to reply right now.
he was already close, eyes squeezing shut every time the soft lace brushed his slit. your bra in his face, panties on his cock, photos of you open on his phone, the sounds you made last night as he snapped his hips against yours—shit, it should’ve been illegal to sound that good. to let him see your face when you came, to know it was for him and only him, in that perfect, private way.
"fuckfuckfuck... y/n, oh baby," he let out two deep grunts, rutting his hips into his fist as his ears remembered the sound of you all over again. "g'na cum in your panties, 'm so fucking dirty for you, ssshit!"
warmth uncoiled along his spine, shooting a hot, messy stripe along the pale garment in his hands, the pasty white darkening the fabric immediately, some of it hitting his stomach.
he didn't even think—just kept pumping himself until he was empty, gasping against your bra that had slid down his face at this point.
your panties were a disaster, his thighs were sticky, his bed hair sticking to his temples from the light sweat he let out from stroking so frantically.
his phone pinged. low battery alert this time. whatever. he thumbed the edge of your panties, right over where his load dripped down them, already feeling a twinge of guilt for messing them up, but mostly satisfied. extremely satisfied.
he contemplated on sending you a picture, then came a banging knock on his door from outside. "sukuna!" his mind was too hazy to tell if it was surugu, or satoru, or toji, or anyone. "we're leaving in 10 minutes bro, what's taking you so long?"
a second voice followed, "yeah, touching yourself to your girl, or something?" that was definitely satoru.
"i am," he replies all gruff and hot. knowing his brothers, they'll probably take it just as something to get them to back away from his door and leave him alone.
they don't need to know he meant literally.
love letter from riri 💌 lateeee post because i actually studied today 💔 alsoooo lmk what you think about the smut!!! i felt super iffy about it at first and then i started getting the hang of it towards the end. lmk if you think there's anything i could fix, and feedback is much appreciated!
Synopsis . After such a long 'n horrid month of no-nutting, the first week into December you quickly realize that just a simple touch from you is enough for him to feel it (himself) coming.
Pairings . (Separate) Gojo x f!reader, Nanami x f!reader, Geto x f!reader, Sukuna x f!reader, Choso x f!reader, & Toji x f!reader / Content . afab!reader, premature ejec, established relationship(s), heavy breeding, pussy slapping, hints of perversion, dirty talk, pathetic men, rough sex, fluff if you squint, begging, nipple play, filth, praise, gojo’s an idiot, oral sex (f!receiving), finger sucking, masturbation (m!receiving), cum play, manhandling, they’re all downbad, spit, overstim, degrading, creampies, biting, pet names, etc. / wc . 6.7k
A/N: my fav genre of man to write right here y’all. not proofread (when is it ever atp), sorry for errors. hope you enjoy!! Banner art from, "Ikyouto Kouryuukai" [MDNI]
★ Gojo Satoru — A hug from behind
"Shh, shhh, jus' take it for me, my love. P-Please," He's groaning desperately, hips bucking up in tandem with the half-broken words flopping out his mouth, "I missed stuffin' you like this-, hahh, fuck... Gotta' make sure it takes, e-every fuckin' drop."
You'd think after going an entire month without cumming once the last thing that'd get him like this would be a mere hug. Yet, there the two of you were just a few days into the next span of thirty or so days and Gojo's blushing tip had started to drool creamy slick against his boxers from nothing more than that simple embrace you gave him.
You don't know if it was the warmth that exuded from your body that got him like this, or perhaps the soft curve of your breast pressing into his back muscles through the thin top you had on while his torso was left bare but, now you're on top of him.
He's watching your ass slam down on the hard length of his cock whilst his hands smooth over your tits—grabbing and squeezing at whatever he can as you whine, "Toru! I-I can't-"
After the month of Hell he just went through, your whines of not being able to take him were going straight through one ear and right out the other, "You ha-hahh, you have to, sweetheart. S'not fair if you don't..."
"Not fair?" You gasp as his slim fingers pinch your perked nipples, making your cunt spasm around the rest of his dick buried deep inside you, "Satoru, you're the one who wanted to-, fuck! G-Go through with that challenge, not me."
Gojo's lips are hot 'n messy against your neck as you bounce up and down his cock, the filthy mess of cum at his tip busy kissing your cervix lovingly despite how needy and rough he was being. "Mmgh, that's not true," He argues, hands slipping down to hold your waist now, "You said I couldn't do it so, I had to prove you wrong."
Now he’s got a mean grip on the thick of your hips, letting his ears tune into the sound of your honeyed walls salivating around every inch of his length instead of your words, "Yeah, so that means you're the one who—fuck, right there—w-wanted to go all November without nutting."
His eyes roll elsewhere before he’s hauling his tongue out to lap against the side of your neck, slightly tickling you with it as he smirks and then whispers, "Well, it's not November anymore, now is it?"
"Satoru-"
Pulling back before you can finish, Gojo presses his fingertips into your spine to make you arch further and then his eyes trail down, "God, what a fuckin' mess..." He comments as if majority of said mess wasn’t his seed. Letting his hips lazily roll up again, "Stop acting like you didn't miss this just as much as I did."
You have to swallow down the next dewy moan that threatens to spill past your lips, voice airy, "Miss what?"
"This," Your boyfriend emphasizes with yet another lazy, yet eager, roll of his hips. It’s as though he longed for you to feel every ridge ‘n edge of his cock stretching you open whenever he started moving slow like this. Then his arm snakes further around your frame and his fingers meet your clit with welcoming rubs.
Lips to your ear all of a sudden whilst his free hand keeps your body anchored to his so that you couldn’t pull away like you so desperately ached to, "Me rubbing right against here," Gojo explains, "Right where you need me.”
The combination of his cock just resting inside you all languidly—leaving globby streaks of cum against the stretch of your walls—and his fingertips now spelling his initials out against your clit like you’d forgotten who it belongs to, is all enough to have your eyes fluttering back.
Stammering something stupid in denial, "I-I didn't…”
"Oh yeah?” His lips twitch further up before his teeth clasp the edge of your ear in between them, “You didn't miss me inside you like this?" Gojo taunts, knowing he can—quite literally—feel the answer to that.
"N-Nope," You manage to chuckle, body squirming to pull yourself up so he’s not leaving you overly stuffed for a second long enough to catch your lost breath.
He leans allll the way back and cocks a thin white brow, "Heh, you're a horrible liar," Then he uses those large palms of his to spread your cheeks apart enough to get a whorish view of your puffy folds still struggling to swallow the entirety of his cock up. Clicking his tongue at the sight, "You're drooling all over the place, slutty girl."
Your pussy clamps around him just as he points that out, "That's because-"
"Ohh, wait, wait, I know." He cuts off impatiently. It’s almost like he wasn’t even listening to you right now. “That's because you want me to breed you, right?" He says randomly.
You blink and then angle your head back to look at him, "W-What?"
Despite your confusion, your body merely betrays you again. To which he bites his lower—also drooling—lip, "Mmngh, you just got tighter… I think I'm right." Gojo claims as he finally lets you lift yourself up a little, revealing a few of his cum-slathered inches that stick up to your skin in gorgeous strings of filth like glue. "What do you think, 'Toru Jr.?"
You halt exactly where you are and your expression of struggle falls flat, "Stop calling your cock that stupid nickname, please." You whine out to your lover for the nth time in your life.
"Hush, m'not talking to you right now," He scoffs annoyingly, blue eyes gleaming at the pretty sight of his cum all mixed around and nasty where the two of you are so soakingly connected. "But you, my prettiest girl, what do you think, hm?" Gojo asks your cunt instead of you.
You hate the way your body responds before you can get any more displeased whines out to him, the next clench from your pussy leading to yet another spumy sliiick of release trickle downwards and gather around his heavy base. His bright happy trail was just as wet 'n sleek as everything else between the two of you was by this point.
Whispering now as if to somehow leave you out of the conversation, "Do you agree with 'Toru Jr.?" Gojo continues, his thumb drawing over to tug one of your lips apart so he could feel the next little twitch his words invoke against the pad of it, "'Think you wanna be bred?"
When you unintentionally whine at the thought of feeling yet another slosh of his cum slot itself into you, his response is practically immediate, "Yeahhh? Well, who am I to deny such a nice girl," he finishes off with a sly wink sent your way.
Your brows furrow more and a great many curses build up on your tongue in reaction to his ridiculousness, “You’re so fucking—“
Before you could get another syllable out past your lips, he's maneuvering the two of you and next thing you know, your face is meeting the bedsheets below. Whatever verbal rudeness you were about to throw at him gets muffled and sandwiched into the bed but you don't get enough time to grow upset at that when Gojo picks right back up where he'd left off.
One hand holding your face down against the sheets, the other using your hip to tug your body back as his hips thrusted forward with a sudden quickness, and a stupidly smug smile stretched out across his slightly saliva-glossed lips, “Quiet while I stuff my favorite stocking, yeah?"
Your eyes shoot open all wide-like and you force your head to turn to the side, causing his palm to press against your cheek and your gaze to peek through the space in between his fingers. The very second the two of you make eye contact, you could almost swear you saw little hearts in his eyes, as if your annoyance was exactly what turned him on.
Midway through the way his cock glissades at a new angle into your cunt, you manage a short gasp of, “Excuse me?”
To which your boyfriend begins to spill yet another load inside you—like your little huff was precisely what did it for him—and then lets out a snort in between his rather orgasmic grunts, “Whaaat? We-, hahh, we gotta’ get into the Holiday spirit, no?”
★ Nanami Kento — Holding his hand
Something about the way your palm fits against his makes his cock throb in a way that's so utterly dizzying he can't help but feel pathetic.
The two of you have been together long enough for this kind of thing not to faze him anymore but for some reason, whenever you grab his hand just to walk by his side, resting your head against his sturdy shoulder and rambling on about fuck knows what, all that harmless physical contact has blood rushing straight in between his legs.
This is the last thing he expected to set him off for the month but, here he is now, holding that same hand of yours tightly while he fucks you into the mattress a mere few hours after you two got home.
"When was the last time I felt you, hm?” He asks soothingly. You’ve never seen his face twist up in so many different colors of pleasure as it was now, as if he’d never been inside you before or something. Breath ragged and almost virgin-like, “F-Feels like it's been years…” Nanami moans.
You smile prettily enough for his hips to clasp forward a bit harder, leading you to stammer with your reply, "K-Kento, it's only been thirty days," you remind the poor man.
His blonde brows knit up tightly at the center and the fingers tucked in between yours seem to squeeze, "No, no, surely it's been longer than that…” He whispers more so to himself than to you. Then his usually softened fawn eyes seem to narrow on you before shooting down. Lower lip pushing out to frown, “Awh, she can barely take me now, look at her," He notices.
You decide to look down as well and catch the way the lips of your pussy are quivering around just the half of his thick cock that’s easing its way into you, a particularly glossed-up vein of his catching your eye under the dim lighting of your shared bedroom.
“Poor thing's struggling to wrap around me,” Nanami coos, feeling his balls grow heavier with the need to pump you full of everything he’s not been able to release for the past month.
You’re left to moan as he pushes forward a little more, "Ah, maybe you just got-, mmgh, fuck... bigger!"
"Ohhh, don't say that," He grunts out all in one breath. The rest of his dick slides into you with one firm ‘n mean thrust to follow, "Unless you really mean it...” Nanami adds, plump cockhead caressing a new spot inside you all of a sudden, “Does it feel like I've gotten bigger, honey?"
You're nodding more than you are actually processing his words or even the very idea of his cock having grown within the time it's been unable to enter you. A sexdrunk babble of, "Mhm, y-yes, Ken!" spilling over your lips before he slumps even more of his body weight down against you so you could really feel every inch of the man you'd avoided physical contact with for all thirty days of November.
His hunky chest presses firmly against yours and the smooth slicks of sweat between the two of you mix just as evenly as your breaths do when he begins to whisper against your lips, "Do you like it? Y'like how big I've gotten?"
You only nod again, lashes fluttering with the way your gaze falls onto his lips that are far too close for him not to be kissing you right now. "Uhuhh, I love it," you whine before forcing a pout.
The little gesture in your lips doesn't go unnoticed by him so, of course he captures them up with his own within the next second, swallowing up every moan that exits your throat. His body rolls and humps down against you, the one grip he has on your thigh tightening harshly enough for his fingerprints to be noticed much later.
His thrusts get sloppy before he even realizes it, cock slipping out of you long enough to invoke a whine out of your lungs. To which he accidentally lets his florid shaft glide up over your clit in tauntingly pleasureful waves before craning back to angle himself into your properly.
Nanami is normally focused during sex, all intent on getting you to your high before he's anywhere near his because that's what's important to him but now...
"Hold onto me tighter, darling," He's huffing, balls plap plap plaping against your skin as he prepares you to receive the very thick load of cum that was already starting to spill out of his mushroomy tip. His hand to yours with an ever-presently strong grip, "Squeeze me," he husks gently, fighting back a smile when you do exactly that, "There you go, perfect."
Your fingers wiggle in between his and he could see the bliss coating your delicate face just as your jaw began to dangle open. "Kentoo, m'gonna cum," You uttered in his most favored pitch.
Nanami doesn't even remember to respond for a second because he's too busy fucking you to that point and not realizing he's already pouring velvety ropes of his cum into you. It saps all against your walls and makes the filthiest sound ring out around the room but he could care less.
Especially not with the way he continues with his thrusts and leans up—face all focused, despite being every but—and then tugs your hand up to his lips. You're a mess below him by the time he takes your ring and middle finger past his lips before sucking on the two digits as if to muffle the purely pathetic sounds flinging out of him.
You're sure you've seen Nanami feral like this before but you almost forgot what a sight it as to see after the past month.
He quickly goes from sucking on your fingers to plucking them out of his mouth and then kissing every inch his lips could possibly meet, searing his words into your skin as if to tattoo them there, "Cum for me then, cum for your husband," he whines. Then his eyes flick over to you and you feel yourself do exactly that whilst he grins and adds a tender, "Make me proud."
★ Geto Suguru — Fingers in his hair
You always run your fingers through Geto's long dark tresses of hair, telling him how affectionately jealous you are of its length, and complimenting him on it time and time again. Right now was no different, of course.
Except for the fact that his dick was hard enough for him to be uncomfortable where he sat. He was barely hearing what you were saying and all his attention landed on the way your fingertips felt grazing his scalp. You'd avoided doing that all of November because you knew how it got him but now that it was over, you returned to your previous gestures.
So, surely, you expected to have him in between your thighs within the hour?
Truth be told, he ate you out at least three times during November just for the Hell of it but each time it got more and more torturous since he had to stop himself from cumming halfway through otherwise he'd lose that stupid yearly challenge.
But now nothing was holding him back from slobbering in between your juicy cunt, "Mmgh, missed this pretty pussy s'much," Geto practically gurgles against you, a real nasty spread of your slick left slathered all over the lower half of his face. His slim purple eyes were trained especially up onto your expression so he could truly drink up your every reaction, "I finally get to-, agh, mwahh.." He pauses to kiss at you, "Cum while I please you-, fuuck."
"S-Sugu, slow down-, hahh," You end up smiling halfway through your warnings because you honestly missed how depraved he got while eating you out. You never said anything because you didn't want him to feel bad but he definitely did not eat you out like this during November. Which, of course, was to be expected but still. "M'not going anywhere!"
Geto grunts as if pissed off that you'd even suggest him taking his time with you right now, "Don't care." Then he pushes your legs apart impossibly wider and suckles your clit in between his slippery lips, "Need you-, need this..." He moans prettily.
There's a shimmery gloss of something pussydrunken resting in his eyes that just refuse to stray away from you but, you try not to pay too much attention to it. Even though that proves to be quite difficult when he lets his looong tongue slither back in between your weepy folds to lick up every drop you had to offer him, "Hnngh, Suguru!"
"So fuckin' sweet," He moans again with watery eyes. Geto only tugs away a few centimeters to leave spit 'n drenched kisses against your pussy, "Cum on my tongue baby, lemme taste it."
"Fuuck," Your back arches up away from the bed at that gorgeous angle he can never get enough of and that seems to make him all the more feral.
Now pulling at your clit with his lips, very much using the tip of his tongue to swirl around the quavery bud in a way that leaves you twitching, "Look at 'er, she missed me eatin' her out properly just as much," He slurs out in between his perfected oral movements, "My poor baby, dealin' with half-assed orgasms all month jus' cause I was bein' selfish..." Geto coos softly as if you weren't absolutely losing it right now and clinging onto the sheets to stop yourself from squirting right onto his face. "M'sorry, gorgeous. Pwah," He spits again, "Won't happen again."
There's nothing but the sound of wet lil' claps coming from his mouth whenever he draws it away from you and licks at the rest of your taste sitting on his lips. You never thought you'd find yourself with a guy like Geto who literally cums as soon as you start pulling on his hair again. It's a phenomenon you can hardly ever wrap your mind around but, it happens every single time.
While you're whimpering out his name all prettily, "Suguru!" he's busy grinding his fat cock against the soaked sheets below that have a small pool of cum sitting there just from eating you out.
Then you hear him grunt again and his hand leaves your thigh just to slap your throbbing cunt and listen to the sound of the wettened contact. "Next time, m'cumming inside you," Geto hums softly before patting your cunt a couple more times like the reaction it caused was some type of response to his words. "Cute lil' thing, you like the sound of that, don't you? Well..."
Geto trails off for just a moment to move his hand down in between his legs and gather some of his own cum up onto his fingertips before bringing them back up to your spread and then smearing the mess all over it. You think you manage to make a new expression in reaction but you find it hard to think when he shoves those same cum-coated fingers into you.
"This should work for now, right?" He asks softly-, almost innocently like he wasn't currently doing the nastiest thing you've ever seen him do before. "I think if I get inside you now, I'll pass out," Geto admits before planting one last chaste kiss against your cunt and then looking up at you again, "Later though, okay?"
You're somewhere in between another orgasm and overstimulation so your eyes are completely hazed on his, "U-Uhuh, whenever you-, mmgh, want, Sugu..."
He starts french-kissing your cunt in something that looks 'n feels like slow motion before whispering, "S'sweet to me."
★ Sukuna Ryomen — The back of his neck
"Mmgh! 'Kunaa," You're moaning from a widely gaping mouth, "S'too muuch," Eyes puffed with blissful tears streaming out of them as he drives his bulky cock deep inside you like he were afraid you'd run away from him any second now or something.
Your husband merely tips his head to the side, and lets his hand fall down over the fact of your ass to smack! meanly, "You continued to tempt me," He claims, albeit a clear lie, "I'm only giving you what you wanted now."
He was pretending to be far too casual about what was taking place now as if his plump balls weren't actively kissing your clit with the rudest meetings, soft plp plp plps echoing out from each connection. Sukuna's way of acting like the most mundane thing didn't lead the two of you to this very position was truly astounding to you.
"This is what you wanted," You argue back the moment you manage to capture your breath back into your lungs. Brows all furrowed and hips bouncing back against his sharp pelvis, "N-Not me—mmfph, fuck..."
You couldn't see it but he did break out a knowing smile as if you were wrong, "Yet you've made quite the mess around my cock already," Sukuna points out. His lusting red eyes dive downwards and he unintentionally begins to fuck harder the moment he catches sight of your mixed cum dripping off his balls and leaving a mess onto the living room floor. "It must be so difficult to tell lies like that when you've such an honest pussy," He comments.
You swear you hate the way that has your cunt sucking him in more, gushing squelches left trickling out of your hole each time he came forward with yet another hauling thrust of his achy cock, "Ohmygod."
Just a few minutes ago, he had the grumpiest pout weighing his bottom lip down and his eyes were glaring over at you all meanly, cursing you extensively within the safety of his mind but never daring to utter any of said curses to you. Why? Because he felt himself growing throbbingly erect after you'd done nothing more than graze the back of his neck with the tips of your fingers as you'd walked by.
After years of marriage, you'd think he'd have gotten used to you and your loving little touches but…
"Hear that? Hear how she always tells me the truth? Perhaps you should take notes," He's groaning now with you bent over the living room couch in the most debauched way imaginable. It's the same place he was sitting moments ago, the same place he felt a deft tent begin to make itself present against his sweatpants—which are now somewhere on the floor—and the same place he felt as though he needed to give you what you were, allegedly, asking for.
How exactly was the playful gesture of you trailing your fingertips against the back of his neck as you walked behind him a sign of you tempting him? You haven't a clue, really.
"S'not m-my fault you're-, ah! Sensitive," You moan, teeth occasionally clasping onto the pillow you have your face resting against as you feel your legs grow temporarily numb with his every other thrust.
You didn't realize the affect an entire month of no sex would have on the two of you until now. "Oh but it is your fault. Only your fingers against my neck invoke such reactions from me," Sukuna says to you, as if this were commonly acknowledged information shared between the two of you prior to this, "You know that."
Feeling the way air exits your lips along with another moan of his name, "N-No I don't." you just barely get out to him. His cock is quite busy readjusting your inner honeyed walls to its size with rather barbarically frantic slotting.
"Yeah?" He smiles at that, "Well, let's see if my girl down here does, hm?" Sukuna's hand shifts beneath you and then feels up against your perky clit just to catch how it tremors to every touch, "Oooh, look at that, she knows exactly what she does to me, unlike you—apparently." He scoffs.
You think your legs almost give out for a second due to the pleasure thrumming all throughout your body but you still force yourself to throw a defiant, "Shut up." his way.
Head cocking back as if offended, "What was that, brat?" He doesn't give you a second to reply properly because he's driving his other hand into your hair and then grabbing onto it and tugging the upper half of your body up up up! until his lips can run against your ear, "I couldn't quite hear you, speak up when you're talking to me."
You're mumbling even quieter now and your words seem to break off somewhere through their exit of your throat, "S-Shut up..."
"One more time, wife." He taunts purposefully as his head angles down into your neck and his mouth opens so that he could let his teeth sink into your skin.
You don’t know if you’re going insane by simply being married to the man but you swear the meaner you are to him, the rougher he gets during sex. Either that or the more desperate he gets for something you’re not quite sure of yet.
With drool starting to slip out the corner of your lips, "Sukuna, hahhh-, I-I can't... fuuuck, I didn't mean to-"
"Awhh, yes you did," He cuts off. The heavy tip of his cock was now sandwiched clean against your sweet-spot and he was intentionally not letting up on you, leaving your body a trembly mess against his just so he could talk all soft against your skin, "S'okay, I just wanna hear you say it again f'me. I like it when you try to be mean to me."
"S-Shut up," You finally manage. This time though, there wasn’t an ounce of malice detected in your voice, which overall meant that he’d gotten exactly what he wanted from you: obedience.
Kissing over the recent bite mark he’d made, "See? Was that so hard?" Sukuna hums. You wish the laugh you wanted to release actually left you but unfortunately you’re caught off guard by his loud groan as his voice dips down an octave and something freverent and milky sloshes out into your cunt, "Such a dramatic slut…”
★ Choso Kamo — Holding his face
He always loved it when you took his face into your hands, running your thumbs under his tired shaded eyes and talking all softly about how much you missed him throughout the day. But, something about today in particular was making it especially difficult to think.
It's likely because that torturous month of November has finally come to an end and your boyfriend is now acutely aware of the fact that he's allowed to cum now.
Poor Choso doesn’t think he’s ever gotten hard this fast. You’re sitting in his lap yapping away about your day—you always do—and he’s supposed to be listening but your palms are just so warm against his face. Something deep inside him aches for you to slip your hands down and wrap those same pretty fingers of your around his throat.
Oh God, the thought alone made his cock jump up and leave a snugging bulge against you. That’s probably why he ended up pushing the two of you over and shutting you and your rambling up with a heated kiss, groaning into your mouth about how you could tell him about your day later.
You know your boyfriend could get needy sometimes but this was something else entirely. He practically tore your shorts and panties clean off and then let his dick slap against your softly soaking folds before telling you he needed to fuck you before he lost his mind.
"Cho," You’re choking out now, arms loosely hanging around his neck as he plows his cock into you and grunts against your lips as if possessed.
He’s hardly uttering anything coherent with you anymore, nothing but slippy hums of, "Mhmmm.” exiting him between the way his cock got caught against the especially tight crevices of your pussy.
Your boyfriend isn’t allowing you any space to think, much less speak to him outside of the distant croaks of, "Choso! Ngh-, fuck… C-Can’t breathe-," you let out.
"Don't need to," He heaves right into your lips, tongue practically drawing the words out against the center of yours, "Lemme be your oxygen,"
Oh, he’d lost it entirely. But, he wasn't exactly incorrect in his words. He was being your oxygen in the moment with the way he'd inhale every time you exhaled and the same vise versa. It was a fucked out tangle of breathy moans and groans between your equally kiss-swollen lips whilst the sticky tip of his cock bobbed sinfully against that doughy sweet spot of yours.
Muttering, "See?" in between his thrusts before he sliiiiiid his hips forward and let his dick oh-so-smoothly coast into your quenching walls, "In," Then he's doing the exact opposite motion and draaaaging it right back out, "And out, jus' like that, princess."
Your eyes were barely open but, as he sweet-talked you and had you a soaking mess under him, he also managed to maneuver your hands to his face so that you could focus entirely on him and the expressions he made against your palms while he fucked you. The dark strands of his hair dangled around you and he almost looked like he wanted to cry from how good he felt.
"Mmgh, right there," You gasp as soon as his cock mashes against that erogenous place within you again.
Choso turns his face into your hand a little and then kisses your palm, "Yeahh, that's my favorite spot inside you," He admits before his eyes seem to darken, "Look at me while I fuck it."
He feels your saturated cunt seem to get wetter the moment he says that but what really makes his hips snap forwards a little harder is the way you so keenly follow his instructions and keep your eyes directly on his.
"There she is, hey baby," Choso praises tentatively, "G-Gonna cum soon," He says in between a particularly loose swat of his tongue over his lower lip, "Y'ready for it?"
You use your grip on his face to tug him down for another sloppy connection of lips and as soon as your tongue filters its way up into his mouth, he's letting out something throaty and then letting clumps 'n clumps of his raw cum bloom out into your warm cunt.
Drunkenly murmuring a low, "S'all yours. Saved it jus' f'you during last month... Shiiit, you earned it, baby."
★ Toji Fushiguro — Rubbing his thigh
"F-Fuuuck," You finally have your hand wrapped around the stupidly thick base of his cock, stroking upwards with great fervor that has him groaning all shamefully like some idiot, "Mmgh, I needed this."
Cooing, "Aw, did you?" in that tone you know he can't stand just to tease him some more for letting a very "innocent" run of your hand over his thigh lead to this.
In your head you just wanted to touch your boyfriend a bit while the two of you watched some Christmas movie but apparently that was too much for him to handle after last month's dry streak. By the time you just-so-happened to look over, his head was tossed back and it was taking every muscle in his body not to start grinding up against your palm and working his cock over so you could rub your hand over that instead of his thigh.
Luckily for Toji, you're the sweetest girl on the planet so of course you tugged his cock out for him and started jerking him off like he so desperately needed you to.
But, that was thirty minutes ago and for some reason, he's hard again. You've both lost track of how many times he came in your hand but you don't think you mind it much since now he's too high off his own orgasms to mind the way your silky tongue is lapping around his sensitive nipple.
"Don't tease me," He huffs, jaw taut with tension like he didn't do all this to himself, "Agh-, not when I'm like this..."
You suck on the flushed bud against your tongue a little more before pulling away and kissing around the swollen area, "Like what? A mess in my hands?" You plant another kiss in between your words and your hand jerks at the heavy shaft against your palm a little faster, "A mess against my tongue?"
"Fuck," He groans like it hurts (in a good way), and then his hips thrust up to meet your hand some more and encourage your mouth against his nipple.
Usually, he tries everything in his power to avoid letting you do all this to him but he couldn't care less today since he's been more than eager to cum lately. There's a slop of white trickling all in between every crack and crevice of your hand by now—a feeling of which he's sure would be a sensory nightmare in any other situation—but he just can't stop thrusting into the curve of your palm.
"S'okay, Toji," You whisper way to lovingly for him not to continue to lose his mind, "I missed having you like this too, y'know."
A crooked smile spreads out against his scarred lips and he's trying his best to get ahold of his panting, "Did ya'?"
He felt like some puddled mess under your touch and he wasn't sure if he hated every second of it or secretly wanted more 'n more. The latter quickly proves to be true when you start humming, "Mhmm," as you take his nipple back into your mouth.
The vibrations against it, paired with your thumb caressing the underside of his most tender vein as you glide upwards with your touch, and then swirl the pad of your thumb around his plump head and then in between the slit of it to push at the silky cum spilling out leave him to moan. The pillow on his other side that he's mindlessly holding onto looks almost lifeless due to his current grip.
"W-Why?" He stammers, cursing himself for it as soon as the hoarse tone leaves him. Then Toji's pouty-like eyes flock onto your body and how pretty you look sitting beside him and pleasing him as if you didn't even care about getting yourself off right now, "'Cause you like seein' me make a fool of myself?"
"Yeahh," You whisper honestly, smiling and then leaving a trail of kisses upwards until you meet his neck and then his tense jawline, "You always get soooo grumpy as if you didn't want this," Your voice is too much of a purr and it makes his balls feel impossibly heavier like you haven't almost milked him dry already.
So, of course he takes the annoyed approach and scoffs, "Shut up 'n keep makin' me feel good," Toji tells you.
With a mean squeeze to his cock, you hear his breath tangle up in his throat and the way his entire muscular body tenses up and reacts to the motion, "A whole month you haven't been able to cum and now you wanna be a brat when I finally give you some attention?" You tut, no longer moving your hand and only leaving it to squeeze at his hefty shaft to prevent him from cumming again.
Toji's eyes roll all the way into the back of his skull and his hips jerk upwards in a pathetic attempt at getting his cock to slip upwards within your grasp and give him some more movement 'n friction against it. "O-Ohh fuck-, doll... m'sorry," He spews out instantly, "F-Fuuck.. Please don't-"
"Should've been nicer to me," You cut off as you take your hand off of his dick and watch it wave in the air helplessly.
Technically speaking, he could've taken matters into his own hands (literally) at any given moment now but that couldn't possibly compare to the feeling of having your touch wrapped around him.
The man almost whines as he reaches a shaky hand over to your wrists and urges you back to his weighty cock to start touching it again, "Don't stop, please. P-Please, doll, m'right there."
You roll your eyes and merely keep your hand in an O-shape so that he could fit himself back into your touch, "Do it yourself then." You instruct with a nod of your head. "C'mon, put on a little show for me, Toji."
He didn't need to be told twice. Toji steadies himself on the couch and instantly begins to fuck his cock up into your hand without you moving a single inch. His breath is uneven and all over the fuckin' place as he gets off on just using your hand without your help.
He's never felt so helpless and pathetic like this before that it's quickly beginning to make his head spin. To make matters worse, you move your lips over to his neck again and start kissing him to encourage what he's doing as if he doesn't look stupid with what he's doing right now.
"S'this what you wanted? Huh?" He heaves out, nostrils flaring and voice frayed.
You smile into his skin and nod, "Uhuh, this is exactly what I wanted."
To which Toji rolls his eyes and lets his hips get sloppier with their thrusts, his cock occasionally slipping out of the little hole you've created for him, "Yeah, I bet it is. Fuckin' perv..."
You snicker and look back down at how cute his dick looks missing the very simple hole he desperately aches to fit into, "I could always move my hand, y'know."
"I fuckin' dare you," Your boyfriend challenges.
As if you'd ever been one to back down from such a thing...
The very second you take your hand away again, that submissive 'n pathetic side of his snaps and you're only given a moment to blink before he's got you on top of him within the next second.
Scoffing like everything is your fault, "Such a fuckin' brat... Always makin' me work for what I need."
You quickly feel his bobbling tip kissing up against your pussy lips with swabby slicks of wet cum, "T-Toji, what are you-"
"Shut up 'n sit," He orders like he wasn't a whiny mess a total of six or seven ago.
So, naturally, you fold your arms and keep yourself hovering over his dick, "Say please."
"Fuck that," He breathes, hands at your hips abruptly giving your body a swift pull downwards as if you were the lightest thing on the planet (to him, you were), "Don't you feel how hard I am f'you?"
"Toji-," You're cut off by your own gasp as his wide-set cockhead slips up into you with a loud 'n wetly ringing pop!
"Always a sloppy whore f'me, aren't ya?" Toji asks, eyes glued to the drip and drips of sleek arousal drooling out of your cunt. Then he finally cocks his head to the side and looks back up at you with a look in his eyes that says he already knows the answer to the question he's about to ask, "So are you gonna sit now or do I have to make you do that too?"
content: 18+ mdni! nanami x fem reader x gojo. cowboy nanami, vs supermodel reader, fwb model gojo. country girl moves to city then back to the country trope (hannah montana type shit LOL) fluff, eventual smut, angst! each chapter will be tagged accordingly!
eli’s notes: mmmm, deciding to do a little mini series, heh (lets pray i finish it this time) this will only be 5 chapters! ranging anywhere from 2k to 6k. it will have 3 main story line chapters, the 3rd will be the true ending. the last 2 will be alternate endings! please comment if you’d like to be tagged <3
. ݁⋆ ۶ৎ ݁˖ . ݁ 18+ | roommate!satoru jerking off to the sound of you and your boyfriend fucking
your roommate, satoru, knows it’s wrong, depraved even, when he listens in on you and your boyfriend. with his hand wrapped around his dick leaking profusely, head tilted back to lean against his headboard as he closes his eyes, imagining that it was him fucking you instead.
he tries to justify it because it’s not his fault your bedrooms are practically wall to wall. it’s not his fault you’re so loud it feels as if you’re in his room, his bed. and it’s definitely not his fault when he frees his aching cock from his boxers, just begging to be touched.
“‘s so good...! don’t fucking stop...” he hears you moan from the other side of the wall that his bed is pushed against, his cock throbbing in his fist, precum spilling over his knuckles.
he imagines having you bounce on his lap, smothering his face in your tits, pounding his hips up to meet your own to make you cry out his name, and his fingers tightly grasping at your hips the same way he grips his own dick in this moment. the way he’d make you tremble on his cock.
he spits into his palm before wrapping it back around his dick, grunting softly as he imagines it’s your wet pussy gliding up and down, up and down. a soft pap, pap, pap accompanying his movements.
“f-fuck... just like that,” he lets out a strained whisper, trying not to be too loud as he clenches his jaw. his free hand twists in his sheets, becoming wrecked from the mere thought of you.
he becomes so consumed in his fantasy that all he can hear is you, not your boyfriend. all he can think about is you, you, you. he wonders if you even know that he can hear every moan and word you utter. your demanding mewls of “more!” and your delirious giggles of “mmm... feel s’full.”
satoru lets out a shuddering breath, imagining your fucked-out expression as you slur your words, praising how good he makes you feel and how full you feel with him inside you. his breathing becomes laboured, hips thrusting desperately into his own fist as he moves his hand faster over his length, the continuous beads of precum helping the glide of his hand, which almost becomes a blur.
“g-gonna fuckin’ kill me, and i haven’t even gotten a taste yet,” he groans to himself.
he doesn’t even notice the trickle of drool from the corner of his mouth as he continues to imagine your sopping pussy engulfing his cock, making a lewd mess with him. oh, what a mess he’d make out of you if he had the chance. and he’d have you completely ruined. as ruined as you make him.
the bed begins to creak on the other side of the wall, a slightly rapid pace which signals the end of the round. there’s a mingle of moans and your boyfriend’s grunts that satoru manages to subconsciously drone out. your moans become more frequent, needier, whinier. he conjures up a vision of your face scrunched up in lost pleasure, the way your mouth hangs open as you creep towards your release, eyes rolled back and all you can see are stars.
“shit, shit, shit... ‘m gonna cum. hah... cum with me, pretty girl. i need it, fuck, need it so fucking bad,” satoru whines, getting more and more caught up in his fantasy.
he squeezes his palm around his cock the same way he imagines your plush walls to pulse around him once you get close to your high. it’s a frantic pace, getting tighter with each stroke, his length twitching constantly in his grip.
“m-make me cum... hnngh... so close... please,” you cry out, your voice shaky and cracking beautifully in between words. “ah! right there, r-right thereee...!”
he can hear the exact moment your orgasm crashes down on you; a muffled moan that sounds as if you’re biting down on something, and incoherent words that don’t make sense to anyone not even to yourself.
and at the exact same moment, ropes of ivory squirt out from his dick, smearing all over his hand and stomach, which contracts with each throb.
his body shivers with the aftershocks of his orgasm, managing to always cum harder when he’s thinking about you. he can’t even begin to imagine how much better it’d feel if he were the one actually fucking you. the simple thought of that could make him hard all over again.
“good girl... good fucking girl, cumming for me,” he pants to himself, eyes still closed as he slowly moves his hand over his dick to milk every drop out, imagining filling you up with his cum until it begins to drip out of you.
even if some might call satoru delusional, little did he know that for you to be able to cum, you had to muster up thoughts of him even while getting fucked by your boyfriend.
you feel the burn in your chest before you even taste his skin—every nerve ending screaming that he’s here, alive. and right now it’s impossible to hold yourself together.
satoru’s body is hot and heavy over yours, blindfold shoved up on his forehead so his pale blue eyes are raw, red-rimmed, haunted—but shining with relief. his breath is ragged, lips swollen from the desperate kisses that came before this, and every inch of him is trembling with everything he’s held in for what felt like forever.
he’s on top of you when you part your legs without thinking, welcoming him home, and he groans—low, desperate, a sound that wraps around you and pulls you deeper into the moment. you rock forward, sliding down so the head of his cock teases your entrance, slick with both of your arousal. his hands clamp on your hips, fingers digging in just enough to anchor you against the ragged edge of hysteria.
“good,” he rasps, voice thick, “s’good.”
you lift your hips, meeting him halfway, and he shivers. the first inch of him disappears inside you with a soft thrum, like an exhale you didn’t even know you were holding. “fuck, 'toru !” you gasp, pressing your palms against his shoulders as he fills you completely.
his eyes catch yours—those storm-tossed blues—and you see the tears still glistening there. his bottom lip trembles. “fuck,” he breathes, “i— i’m so sorry i left you.”
you press your forehead to his, soaking in every tremor in his chest. “no…” you murmur, “s’not your fault.”
satoru’s hips work as he fights for control, but his body betrays him, each thrust sloppy with need. you wrap your arms around his neck, nails scraping the back of his head, and he responds by sliding one hand up to cradle the back of yours, fingers threading through your hair. his other hand drifts down between you, stroking the slick pearl of your clit in time with his hips.
you moan, the sound raw and open, and satoru’s hips stutter, eye twitching as he fights the urge to collapse entirely. “shit,” he gasps, voice cracking, “you… you feel s-so good.”
“i missed this,” you whisper, “missed you.”
he presses a kiss just below your ear, teeth grazing your skin and drawing a sharp breath out of you. his movements speed up, more urgent, like he’s trying to imprint you onto every nerve ending before you can slip away again. you feel every ridge of his length sliding in and out of you, the wet squelch each time he bottoms out reverberating through your core.
“i thought i’d never see you again,” he admits between frantic thrusts, tears spilling free and mixing with the sweat at his temples. “i thought—i thought i lost you.”
you pull back, just enough to catch his gaze. his lips are parted, chest heaving, eyes so full of fear and relief that your heart shatters. “you’re here,” you breathe, trailing your thumb over his cheek to wipe away a tear. “we’re okay.”
he nods, swallowing hard, and buries his face in your neck. you feel his hot tears soak your skin as he buries himself deeper, every stroke now a careful worship, as if he can’t believe this is real.
his breath hitches, stutters out in a sob so sudden it rocks through both of you, and then he breaks—quiet at first, a strangled little sound pressed into your skin, and then again, louder. his shoulders shake with it, body trembling as he clings to you like you’ll disappear if he lets go.
“i’m sorry,” he chokes, over and over, like a mantra, like a prayer. “i’m so sorry—i didn’t know if i’d ever—”
you wrap your arms tighter around him, stroking a hand through his sweat-damp hair as he cries into the crook of your neck, still deep inside you, still fucking you slow and desperate like the tears haven’t taken over. his hips keep moving but it’s softer now—like he’s not fucking for pleasure, but just to feel. to stay anchored. to prove he’s still here, that he still has the right to touch you.
“you’re okay,” you whisper into the shell of his ear, lips brushing soft against the flushed curve of it. “i’ve got you, satoru. i’ve always got you.”
he laughs—this broken, hiccuping sound—like a kid caught crying but not wanting to hide it. “i’m such an idiot,” he hiccups, “why’d i have to get sealed? i let my guard down i—,” a sob cuts him off before he takes a shaky deep breath in and tries to keep talking, “baby, i thought i saw… i thought i saw suguru—“
you try and smile through your own tears, pressing your lips to his wet cheek. “it’s okay,” you say, voice low, “you don’t have to be strong all the time.”
he stills at your words.
like a glitch in time, like the words knock the wind out of him. for a second, he’s not even breathing—just frozen, eyes wide, mouth parted. your hands are on his back, warm and grounding, but he’s somewhere far away, caught in something you can’t see.
“but i’m—” his voice cracks. “i am the strongest.”
he says it like he’s reminding himself. like if he says it out loud, it’ll matter. like it’ll undo the 19 days he spent trapped in silence and darkness, powerless.
you press your forehead to his. soft and sure.
“even the strongest needs someone to catch them when it gets overwhelming.” you murmur with a soft smile,
and that’s when he breaks.
his face scrunches, and the tears come quieter this time—helpless and quiet little sobs into your skin. he clutches you tighter, like you’re the only thing keeping him tethered to earth. and maybe you are.
satoru pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes red and shining, then buries his forehead against yours. “thank you,” he whispers, voice raw. “for being here— with me.”
you guide him back in, slow and gentle, every thrust a promise. you spin around so you’re on top now, watching as his cock disappears into you inch by inch, his gaze locked on your face like an anchor. you feel each pulse, each drag, and he watches how your skin ripples around him, eyes filled with something worshipful.
he groans, falling back into the movement as if he’s safe to let go now. his hands braced on either side of your hips, forehead resting on yours, keep you grounded as you ride him—slow, steady, loving.
“i love you,” he whispers, voice thick.
you trace the vein along his arm. “i love you more,” you reply.
he smiles—that shy, breathy smile that crinkles the corners of his eyes—and then rocks forward harder, gripping your hips, driving into you with deliberate slowness. you gasp as everything tightens, the world narrowing to just that moment, just that connection.
your walls clamp down, and he presses a kiss to your sunken chest, whispering broken, desperate words you can’t decipher but that fill you up entirely. you collapse over him in the aftershocks, his forehead pressed to yours, tears still falling, now mixed with bittersweet relief.
his arms tighten around you, cradling you like you’re the most precious thing in his world, and you sink into him, safe, worshiped, exactly where you belong.
