summary: reader is going out with the girls and our sweet boy just wants to spend time with his fave girl!
warnings: no use of y/n. suggestive? (it’s one line lolll) needy yuta, bratty yuta, not proofread! saw this cute trope w yuji and thought about yuta 🙊
enjoyy! reposts & comments are appreciated 💕
“are you sureee i can’t join you, my sweet?” your brat of a boyfriend whined. his palms squeezed the fat of your hips. “you look beautiful.”
“thank you honey, but i’m very sure, it’s a girls night i promise i’ll be back by 10 tonight, kay?” you run your fingers through his dark locks “but, it’s still earlyyy, you can stay with me for a little longer, please?” he buries his head into the softness of your chest. his cheek rubbing against your skin.
“yuta, the girls are waiting! i need to leave now, i’ll be back before you know it!” you slip from his grasp, grabbing your purse and keys.
“please sweetie? i’m soo hungry, wanna taste-“ you quickly cover his mouth and he pressed light kisses to your palm. “WHAT has gotten into you, stop playing around! i need to leave.”
“you’re rubbing it in my face that you’re leaving me. you look so good i could just swallow you whole!” he tugs on your arm, his eyes wide with plea.
you roll your eyes, “baby i’ll be back before you know it! the girls are waiting for me.”
“can i have a kiss? …please,” he looked up at you with those eyes you adore so much.
he grabs your cheeks and pressed his soft lips against yours. his hands wonder your body like he would die if he didn’t touch you.
he presses you closer to him, whining in your ear. he squeezes your cheeks, “please stay…can’t you see that i need you more than they do, we barley see eachother!”
you sigh and pull away, “bye i love you, sweet boy.” you walk out and blow him a kiss goodbye.
mdni!! heavy smut, nerdsatoru, not proofread, no use of y/n or [name].
based off of this one shot i saw!
he's looking up at you with wide eyes through foggy glasses, big hands desperately exploring every inch of your waist and chest. you're smiling down at him, hands on his chest as you lazily roll your hips on his cock, his reddened tip leaking deep inside your pussy.
"fuck!… feels s'good," he manages to babble between whimpers, voice shaky and lashes fluttering with every movement. his words spur you on, grinding your hips into his fat cock smacking right against your cervix, wet squelching sounds making up for the quietness of the night.
his face burrows into your chest, kissing the valley of your breast. his hips desperately buck upward, so needy for you and your pussy. the viscous mixture of lust and desire creates a coil around his abdomen.
this is how it always ends, with him holding you as close as possible, your bodies practically mended together into one. satoru a clingy man, something you’ve known since the day you met him in your astronomy class freshmen year of college. the intensity of it still surprises you when he suffocates himself against your tits as he thrusts inside, stretching you full for hours.
"need to cum 'n you, please baby… i’ve been soo good!" he begs, voice slightly muffled against your skin. his balls are tight and aching, covered with slick and cum, slapping against your ass with every needy thrust.
"go ahead, toru. you deserve it," you whisper with a kiss against his temple. his body immediately responds to your reassurance, unloading inside your sloppy pussy with a final, impaling thrust from below. hot white load fills you up, his twitching hips making it drip onto the sheets. his cries fill the room, his voice broken and high.
“you did so good, baby.” you whisper in his ear, pressing a kiss against his cheek. he groans and pulls you off before sitting up. “i have homework,” he mumbles before standing up.
“satoru, surely that can wait. i mean, we’re both tired.” you sat up and tugged on his hand. his gaze softened as he looked at you with a deep sigh before looking back at his laptop. “i guess you’re right,” he laid down next to you.
you kissed his head before pulling him into your chest. “mmm love you,” he mumbled so softly if your bodies weren’t mended together you would’ve missed it.
ಇ.content & warnings: ex's... :: kissing :: fingering :: oral fem. rec :: kitchen sex :: on da kitchen counter :: p in v :: video taping :: back-shots :: face to face :: cum play :: fingers in mouth :: kissing :: lots of pet names & praise ::
ಇ.author's note: This is a Part Two of @kamislop's Suguru Geto Fic 24 hours! (Please Read, it serves as context to this fic)
Well here you were, alone again. The breakup had come in fits of ignored texts and one final call where your ex had the nerve to twist everything. He swore he hadn't cheated, made you sound crazy for even suggesting it. You simply hung up and never replied again, you were tired.
Days blurred after that. Then a full week slipped by and another week followed. Slowly the sharp ache dulled into something quieter. Your boyfriend became an afterthought, the pain still lingered in odd moments but it no longer swallowed you whole. You had mourned him properly.
Today felt different though, Suguru had stopped by just to say hi, and now it was nothing like that terrible afternoon when you had been shattered on your bed. He knocked first this time and you let him in without hesitation.
Standing by the kitchen counter, your back was turned partly toward him while you rinsed a glass, the afternoon light pouring through the window, warming your skin.
Suguru was leaning against the doorway for a moment. His amethyst eyes tracing your figure. “You look better,” he said softly. “You look like the girl I always knew you to be.”
You glanced up at him, and you felt an ache in your chest hearing him say that. Honestly you didn't feel like yourself yet. A part of you still felt broken, cracks still remained even if you smiled more often now. You opened your mouth but nothing came out right away.
Suguru crossed the room in three long strides. His hands cupped your face with surprising gentleness and the warmth of his palms made your breath hitch.
“He never deserved you,” Suguru murmured. His thumbs brushed lightly over your cheeks. “You’re so much better than he ever was. Stronger. Kinder. Brighter than he could ever understand.”
Your eyes welled up without warning. Tears gathered at the corners and threatened to spill. The sincerity in his voice undid something deep inside your chest.
Suguru leaned in… slowly, his lips met yours in a kiss that started tender but quickly deepened. You tensed immediately at first, the feel of your best friend's soft lips sent a jolt of surprise through your body, then you fucking melted. Your hands found his shoulders and held on as the kiss grew intense.
He couldn't hold back. Suguru's feet shuffled you back towards the counter and his entire weight pressed you further in and kept you pinned in place. His body molding to yours, you felt the hard line of his cock pressing through his pants to your lower abdomen and heat pooled there quickly.
He pulled back suddenly, breathing now ragged. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, the words flew out. “I didn’t mean to— Fuck.”
His gaze dropped to the floor, eyes closing shut, you raised a hand and gently tilted his chin up with your fingers, voice soft but sure, cooing gently, “Hey, no, no…it's okay, please don't be sorry.”
Your eyes met his sincerely, the assurance and the way you made sure what just happened was okay… well fuck. That was all he needed. Suguru couldn't hold back any longer.
He kissed you again and this time his hands wandered, sliding down your sides, fingers hooking into the waistband of your pants and tugging them down hurriedly along with your panties in one smooth motion. He was impatient to feel your precious cunt as cool air kissed your bare skin.
Veined supple fingers made their way down and immediately met the slick pooling between your thighs, a small gasp left your lips because his touch was electric. His eyes kept focused on your face for any miniscule reaction, savoring it all.
“Feels good, pretty girl?” He asked, his voice awed with tender affection.
You gave a small nod in response. Pleased, then slowly he began to peel his fingers away from your cunt, the pads of his fingers nearly adhering to your sticky little clit that began throbbing the second the comfort of his fingers left.
Suguru gripped your waist as he gently turned you around, guiding you to face the counter, hooking a hand under your left thigh next and lifting it up to rest up high on the counter. This new position opened you to him completely. Suguru dropped to his knees right there, raven hair falling forward as he got face level with your pretty pussy, hunger forming in his violet eyes.
“I want to taste you,” he said, his warm breath ghosting over your inner thigh.
“Let me taste you here baby, please. I want to take care of you.”
His fingers traced your folds slowly. You were already so wet. Slick coated his fingertips as he explored you with reverence. A soft moan slipped from your lips and Suguru smiled against your skin.
He leaned closer, a hand now firmly gripping under the fat of your ass spreading your plush cheek further apart while his tongue replaced his fingers. The first slow lick drew a gasp from you and he savored every inch, mouth working with patient skill. He circled your opening then dipped lower, tongue finding your cute clit. The sensations built quickly, you reached a hand back, fingers threading through his silky locks and your grip tightened.
Suguru groaned against you. The vibration sent sparks up your spine. Sliding finger into your pretty pussy while his tongue kept its rhythm. Then another… He curled them just right, your hips rocked toward his face, counter edge digging into your palms as you braced yourself.
Pleasure coiled tighter. His free hand gripped your thigh to hold you steady and he devoured you like a man starved. Every flick and suck meant to pull you closer to the edge. Your breaths came in short needy pants.
“So sweet,” he murmured against your pussy, as he pulled back to gaze at it for a second, then he nuzzled right back into your cunt again.
He doubled his efforts. Fingers thrusting deeper, while his tongue focused on your swollen clit with relentless precision. Suguru licked broad stripes up your folds, savoring every drop of your arousal. He sucked gently on your sensitive outer lips before spreading them wide with his thumbs, exposing you completely to his hungry stare.
“Such a pretty girl,” he praised, voice low and rough with need. “Look at this perfect pussy. So wet for me already. You taste so fucking good.”
You moaned his name like a prayer. “Suguru…” The sound spilled from your lips, needy and broken. Your hips twitched toward his face again. He rewarded you by spitting directly onto your entrance, watching the saliva mix with your slick. Then he fucked it into your hole with two thick fingers, curling them just right to stroke that spot inside you that made stars burst behind your eyes.
He ate you out with devotion of a man, starved. Who finally was honoured with a cunt as delectable as yours…licking and sucking, spreading your pussy open wider so his tongue could delve deeper. Every filthy sound filled the kitchen. His raven hair brushed your thighs as he buried his face between your legs.
Suguru pulled your pussy lips into his mouth, sucking them with wet heat before tugging gently. The pressure built higher, your thighs trembling around his head. You were right there, teetering on the edge, when he let go with a sinful pop.
“So fucking sweet,” he groaned, lips glistening. “I could stay here forever, princess.”
You cried out in frustration. “Fuck, Suguru, please—” He had stopped right before you could tumble over. Your body ached with denied release, clit throbbing, cunt clenching around nothing.
He rose then, eyes dark with lust and affection. Strong hands gripped your waist. “Mhm, up you go, princess.” Suguru lifted you fully onto the counter now, like you weighed nothing. Your back arched instinctively as you spread your legs for him, offering everything. You pushed back just for him, desperately with want.
He pulled his sweats down in one swift motion. His cock sprang free, hard and heavy, the flushed head dribbling precum from the pinkish slit. It curved beautifully toward his stomach, veins pulsing along the thick length.
He slid two fingers back over your tender folds, gathering your wetness on his fingers, “God, so pretty,” he breathed, wrapping those slick covered fingers around himself. He slid the head along your soaked cunt, tapping it against your clit, wet sticky little sounds forming . The contact made you jolt.
“This cock is yours now. Feel how hard you make me? mhng all for this pretty pussy.”
Suguru kept teasing, rubbing himself up and down your folds, coating every inch in your wetness. His free hand stroked along your skin, where thigh met ass, thumb brushing soothing circles even as his words turned filthy with praise.
“You’re so beautiful, never thought I'd…fuck ever get to see you like this…ngh My good girl.”
Suguru soon realised your cunt was too tight for him. It was a struggle at first. He pressed forward slowly, the fat head of his cock stretching you open. “Ahh fuck, haah. Fuck so tight, princess,” he groaned, voice strained with pleasure. “Relax for me, pretty. Let me in.”
You breathed through it, body softening under his gentle commands. His fat cock pushed deeper. Your cunt felt so perfect around him, hot and slick, gripping every thick inch like it was made for this. He sank in further, filling you completely until his hips met yours.
Before he could start moving, your phone buzzed on the counter right beside you. Suguru reached for it without pulling out. His eyes narrowed when he saw the name. Your ex’s. A dark little smile curved his lips.
You were too focused on the stretch of his cock buried deep in your pussy to care. The delicious fullness made your head spin. Suguru thumbed the camera open on your phone.
“Pretty girl,” he murmured, voice low and coaxing. “You think you can move for me? Pretty please.”
You nodded, dazed with want. Your hips rolled back, ass pushing toward him as your cunt forced more of his cock inside. The angle let him sink even deeper. Suguru pressed record. The phone captured everything. Your soaked pussy trying to swallow his thick cock looked so obscene, lips stretched wide around his shaft, glistening with your arousal.
He kept the camera steady, angled perfectly. “How does it feel, baby?” he asked, praise dripping from every word. “You’re doing so good for me. Look at you taking my cock like that. Aaah ngh, yeah. Just like that.”
You fucked yourself faster on his cock. Your hips moving with growing confidence from his praise, sliding back and forth on his thick girth, chasing that perfect friction. Wet sounds filled the kitchen as you rode him on the counter. Each thrust pushed him deeper, making your tits bounce under your shirt.
Suguru groaned, free hand gripping your hip firmly to guide you. “Such a perfect pussy. haah… So greedy for me. Keep going, princess. Show me how well you take what's yours, hmm.”
His cock was being fucked sloppy. Your cunt took him deeper and deeper with every-each roll of your hips. The suction was tight and wet, pulling him in like your body refused to let go. Filthy sounds echoed in the kitchen as you rode him harder, slick coating his shaft and dripping down your thighs.
He'd recorded enough. Suguru placed your phone back on the counter, the screen still glowing with the frozen image of your stretched pussy. His eyes burning with hunger when he looked at your form, eyes tracing the arch of your back, down to your ass and then back to your cunt that was fucking every inch of his cock.
He grabbed onto your hips firmly with both hands now, pulling you back onto him. Then he started fucking you. Deep, powerful thrusts that knocked the breath from your lungs. Each snap of his hips drove his thick cock into your soaked cunt, hitting that sweet spot over and over.
“Fuck, princess. You feel aaah sooo incredible,” he praised, voice rough and low. “So tight and warm around me. This pussy’s mine now, right baby? mmhngh taking haah… every inch like a good girl.”
You moaned loudly, hands bracing on the counter as he pounded into you. Your body rocked with the force of his thrusts. Pleasure sparked through every nerve. Suguru leaned over you, chest pressed to your back. His nose delved into the curls of your hair and he took a deep inhale of the sweet smell of your shampoo savouring your smell, filling up his lungs to capacity with you. Lips brushed your ear as he got even closer, while he kept fucking you senseless.
“Look at you. So pretty when you fall apart on my cock,” he murmured. One hand slid around to rub your puffy clit in tight circles. “Come for me again, baby. Let me feel you squeeze me.”
The angle was perfect. His fat cock stretched you full while his fingers worked magic on your swollen clit. Your moans turning into desperate cries of his name. Suguru didn't slow down. No. He fucked you harder, praising you the whole time.
“My beautiful girl. You deserve this. You deserve to feel good. Let go for me.”
But the gears turned in Suguru's head and he pulled out slowly right after the words left his lips. The wet drag of his thick cock left you clenching around nothing. He turned you with strong hands until you faced him. Your eyes met his amethyst gaze. Heat burned there, hunger mixing with something softer. Something real.
He shoved your shirt up in one smooth motion. His large hand cupped your tit. Fingers kneading the soft flesh. His thumb brushed over your hardened nipple and you arched into his touch. A needy whimper slipping from your lips.
Suguru kissed you deeply. His mouth claimed yours while he held you closer. One arm cradled the back of your head. Gentle yet possessive. You inhaled against his neck. His cologne filled your senses. Warm and subtle spice. Intoxicating as it wrapped around you like a memory you had always wanted.
Your best friend. Now so much more. He lifted you slightly. His cock pressing back fully inside your soaked cunt. He filled you again. Every inch moulded perfectly to your walls. The stretch felt even better face to face. You could see the way his jaw tightened. The way his eyes fluttered half closed in pleasure.
“Fuck. You take me so well, princess,” he murmured against your mouth. “This pussy was made for my cock. Look at you. So pretty and flushed for me.”
He started moving. Slow deep thrusts at first. Then harder. His hips rolled with purpose. One hand stayed on your tit. Squeezing, pinching. The other gripped your hip to pull you onto him. Your legs wrapped tighter around his waist. The counter creaking beneath you.
You inhaled his scent again and it made your head spin. Your best friend was buried inside you. His cock moulded to every curve of your cunt. Hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. Pleasure coiled tighter in your belly. Hot and urgent.
You held on tightly, arms wrapped around his shoulders. Nails digging into his back as your orgasm crashed over you. Your cunt milking his cock in strong pulses. Wet and rhythmic. Squeezing him so perfectly he groaned deep in his chest.
Suguru held you tighter. His strong arms locked around your body like he never wanted to let go. “Fuck. That is it, baby. Cum for me. Milk my cock just like that, princess.”
He was gonna cum too. His thrusts grew erratic. Deep and desperate. You felt him swell inside you. Thick and hot. Then he buried himself to the hilt. Copious amounts of sticky cum filled you in heavy spurts, pulse after pulse painting your walls, claiming every inch.
You shuddered in his arms. The warmth of his release made you tremble, you were overwhelmed and sated. Suguru just held you tighter. One hand cradled the back of your head and the other stroked down your spine in soothing lines.
“That is it, pretty girl,” he whispered against your ear. His voice, rough but so gentle. “You milked my cock so well. Such a good girl for me. Taking all of it. Feeling so full now, aren’t you?”
You nodded weakly against his neck. Breaths still coming fast. His cum leaked slowly around his cock where it stayed buried inside you. The kitchen smelled like sex and his cologne. Warm skin pressed to warm skin. He kissed your temple. Then your cheek. Then your lips. Soft and lingering.
Suguru didn't pull out right away. He simply held you closer. Letting you come down in his arms. His cock twitched with the last few spurts. You felt safe and desired. Wanted in a way that mended the old cracks inside your chest.
He murmured more praises against your hair. How beautiful you looked. How perfect you felt. How he would never leave you empty again. The afternoon light wrapped around both of you. Soft and golden. Turning this moment into something more than just pleasure. Something healing. Something real.
He pulled back just enough to kiss your lips, it started deep. His tongue pushed in and tangled with yours in a heated dance that stole your breath. Then it softened into gentle presses. Sweet and lingering and full of quiet promises.
Suguru slowly straightened. He began to pull his cock out gently, wet sounds emerging and cum coated his thick length, spilling out from your stretched cunt. Warm and sticky between your bodies. His cock was still moulded to your shape. The sight made his amethyst eyes darken with fresh hunger.
He gazed at the mess. Mesmerised. His cum leaked slowly from your puffy hole, dripping onto the counter in pearly white drops. The obscene view held him captive for a moment.
You chirped softly at the feel of how much cum was escaping, voice surprised when you saw him reach for your phone again. “Suguru?”
He shushed you gently. “It is okay, princess. Just want to keep this for later. For us.”
He pressed record on the video once more. The camera captured everything. His fingers slid through the leaking cum as he scooped it up and pushed it back inside your cunt. Slow and deliberately for the camera. Two thick fingers fucked his release deeper, pressing it in along your walls. Making sure not a drop was wasted.
“Such a pretty sight,” he murmured. His voice staying low and full of praise. “Look at you. My cum filling up this perfect pussy. You take it so well, baby. Such a good girl. So full and messy for me.”
You moaned at the feeling. His fingers curled gently. They stirred the warmth inside you. Your hips twitched toward his hand as pleasure sparked again even after everything. Suguru leaned in and kissed your thigh. Then your knee. All while the phone kept recording his fingers working his cum back into your dripping hole.
He looked up at you. Eyes soft yet burning. “You’re mine now. Every part of you. And I'm keeping every moment of this.”
The kitchen felt charged and intimate. His touch stayed careful, yet loving. Even in its filth. You let yourself sink into the moment. Heart healing faster with every stroke of his fingers and every whispered word from his lips.
Suguru pulled his fingers out slowly, glistening with the messy mix of his thick cum and your slick. The sight made your cunt clench again. A fresh trickle of his release slipped from your hole and onto the counter.
He brought those slick fingers to your lips. His violet eyes locked on yours. Dark, possessive and awed. “Open for me, princess.”
The phone angled upwards to your face as you parted your lips obediently. He slid his fingers inside. The taste of both of you hit your tongue. Salty-sweet and Intoxicating. You sucked gently. Tongue swirling around his digits like you were desperate for every drop. A soft moan vibrating around his fingers.
“That’s my good girl,” Suguru praised. His voice dropped low and rough. “Look at you. Sucking my cum right off my fingers. So fucking pretty. So eager to taste what we made together, hm?.”
He pushed his fingers a little deeper. You hollowed your cheeks and sucked harder. Your eyes stayed on his. Tears of overwhelming pleasure pricked at the corners. He groaned at the sight then stopped recording, setting your phone aside. His free hand cupped your jaw. Thumb stroking your cheek while you cleaned him thoroughly.
“Such a sweet mouth. Taking everything I give you. You have no idea how perfect you are right now. All flushed and full of my cum. My beautiful girl.”
He finally pulled his fingers free with a wet pop. A thin string of saliva connecting them to your lips for a second before it broke. Suguru leaned in and kissed you deeply, still tasting the both of you on your tongue. The kiss turned hungry, messy and full of need.
When he pulled back his forehead rested against yours. Breaths mingled. “I'm never letting you go again,” he whispered. “You feel that? How well we fit. How right this is.”
Your legs stayed wrapped around him. Body still buzzing. Heart fuller than it had been in weeks. His hands roamed softly over your skin. Soothing and worshipping. The kitchen held the quiet sounds of your breathing and the faint scent of sex and his cologne.
He kissed your temple. Then your nose. Then your lips again. Gentler now. “Let me clean you up, princess. Then I'm taking you to bed. We're not done yet. Not even close, promise.”
You smiled against his mouth. Broken pieces inside you felt stronger. Warmer. Completely claimed by him.
Suguru lifted you, body pressed to his, your arms tight around his neck as he carried you to your bathroom. He cleaned you up with gentle hands. Warm water cascading over both of you in the shower. He fucked you again there. Slow and deep against the tiled wall. Your moans echoed while he praised every gasp and tremble. He filled you once more and held you through it until your legs shook and your voice grew hoarse from crying his name.
Now you lay in bed. Fresh sheets, of course he changed them. Soft light glowing from the lamp as you cuddled close to him. Head resting on his chest. Eyes heavy with exhaustion and satisfaction. His fingers scratching lightly through your hair. Soothing and perfect. Sleep pulling at you like a warm blanket.
Suguru kept one arm around your waist. The other held your phone. You felt safe. Wrapped in his scent and his warmth. Your best friend, now your lover. The steady beat of his heart under your ear made everything feel right.
Just before your eyes fully closed you caught the glow of the screen. Suguru opened your messages. He tapped on your ex's chat and pulled up the videos, sending them, one after another. The kitchen angle. Your cunt swallowing his cock. The way you rode him so desperately. The final one clear and obscene, cunt filled you sucking his cum-covered fingers with hazy eyes and flushed cheeks.
You closed your eyes. No words left your lips, but a small satisfied smile tugged at the corner of your mouth instead. Let him see. Let him know exactly what he lost and how well you're being taken care of now.
Suguru set the phone on the nightstand and pulled you closer. His lips pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “Sleep now, princess,” he whispered against your skin. “You’re mine, completely. No one else gets to touch what belongs to me.”
His fingers never stopped their gentle strokes in your hair. You drifted off in his arms. Heart mended and body claimed. The videos sent like a final closing of that painful chapter. Tomorrow could wait. Tonight you belonged to Suguru and he belonged to you, now and forever.
Thinking about Nerdjo who had been in love with you since freshman year, and after spending the entire summer terrified that you’d come back with a boyfriend, he finally gathered enough courage to ask you out. Unfortunately, he only had enough courage for the asking part.
So after class, in front of the library, he shoved a sticky note with the date and time written on it into your hand and blurted, “Will you go out with me?” before immediately turning around and running away.
You looked at the note, realized he had actually asked you out, and started running after him to tell him yes.
But when Satoru looked back and saw you sprinting toward him with determination in your eyes, his brain immediately concluded that you were about to beat him to death.
“OH GOD, SHE HATES ME.” So he started running faster.
“SATORU, WAIT!”
“No!”
“I’M SAYING YES!”
“YOU DON’T HAVE TO YELL BEFORE THE REJECTION!”
“SATORU!” He somehow ran even faster. The entire campus got to witness one girl chasing the guy who had literally just asked her out.
⋆˚꩜｡ bf!geto x reader ⋮ SFW, gn!reader, hurt/comfort, angst & fluff, universe not specified, sugu being the sweetest and most comforting boyfriend in the whole world, reader is going through it
Had your visibly red-ringed eyes not been overcome by the glossy gossamer of tears, you would have thought that Suguru had just walked in on you kicking a dog with how swiftly his peaceful countenance is swallowed by one of pained concern upon finding you on the verge of a full-scale emotional collapse in the living room.
(The kicked dog being Suguru, because your pain is forever his to bear, too, no matter how fiercely you fight to keep it to yourself and away from his already burden-laden shoulders.)
You look up from your tear-dotted hands to see Suguru standing in the entryway, palm hanging frozen on the door handle. His luscious hair is done in two, half of its bulk twisted up in a bun, the rest of it running a midnight river down his spine, an unzipped black jacket fitted over his deep green turtleneck.
He looks like he could be chosen for the role of a Bridgerton prince if a casting director happened to walk past the still-open door right this instant. Meanwhile, you’re a miserable, sad sack of blubbering shit on the couch.
Great. Now you just feel worse.
“Hey. Welcome home,” you try for casual levity, but the weak little shame-laced laugh you let loose is ruthlessly hollowed by the wet sob that cleaves your giggle. Much to your dismay, a snot bubble blows out of your nose alongside it, and you drag your forearm beneath your nostrils to clear it. You pray that your whole body liquefies into the couch and that you can disappear from this earth.
“What's the matter, angel? You can tell me," Suguru says earnestly, pitching his voice all sweet and soft and achey, his last few words melting into a lilting whiny coo of sorts.
Of course, he gracefully fox-walks around your deflection— his overly caring self makes you all fuzzy, even if it can be somewhat annoying when he doesn’t have mercy on you and blocks you from crawling away with your tail tucked between your legs. You wouldn't be surprised if Suguru has a map of your brain and keeps it lovingly folded in his pocket for his fingers to reexplore when your terrain begins to wash away beneath the sorrowful flood of your emotions.
"Long day," you sniffle, pawing at your soaked-bare face with shaky fingers. "Long few weeks, honestly. Everything's piling up, and I'm…" your voice cracks, and so does the dam holding back the second flood, too. "I'm sick of it. B-being overwhelmed. And feeling like shit."
You sob, making Suguru look more crestfallen by the second. "Oh, baby," he croons sympathetically as he finally shuts the door behind him and twists the lock. "I noticed that you'd been off lately and I'm sorry that I— ah, forget it. All I can do now is my best to help you. What can I do for you? What do you need?" He asks, willing to forgo it all for your sake.
Not wanting to throw yourself into a futile struggle past the lump in your throat, you just gesture for him to come near. That is all you have to do to convey what— no, who you need.
Through the thick onset of tears weeping past your lashes, you watch as he shakes off the day and moves towards you. His jacket gets carelessly whisked over the back of the couch, his keys clatter to the tabletop standing a few feet away from your knees. Suguru eases into the couch cushion next to you, claiming his rightful spot.
By the time he gets comfortable enough to receive you in all your broken-down glory— one elegant leg folding beneath him while his free foot, warmed by a sunflower-patterned sock, braces against the floor as he turns to face you— you’re weeping much more adamantly than you had been before. So much so that each mangled whine leaves your throat raw on the way out.
Which is wonderful and fantastic. And extra humiliating.
It’s not that the sight of Suguru incites misery— far from it, for he much rather inspires love and joy within you, really— but the simple fact that so much care lives in his soulfully sweet almond-shaped eyes that search yours is like a mug of hot chocolate when you need it most, dousing the cold loneliness from your body. It’s as if if Suguru studies you hard enough, long enough, he'll somehow find the exact location where your pain lives and tear it out with his bare hands.
Even if it destroys him in the process— especially if it destroys him in the process.
(And suddenly you're a few years younger again, watching an equally as young Suguru with somewhat shorter black hair offer you half of his sandwich the second you told him you hadn't eaten much that day. Watching him walk you home in the rain. Watching the two of you trying to navigate the terrifying realization that loving each other felt as natural as breathing yet still called for work, for time, for effort, for making the choice to love each other again and again. Watching him sacrifice pieces of himself for the people he loves without ever keeping score.
Years later, not much has changed.)
You barely startle when Suguru opens the space between you first. The familiar weight of his palm cups your cheek as he tucks the sleeve of his turtleneck over his thumb to use as tissue, kindly wiping your tears before they can dry and crack your skin.
His hand is so, so warm. That's the first thing your overwhelmed brain manages to register through the headache-inducing static. The second is the coaxing "Hey," that he murmurs to capture your attention. You barely want to look at him and allow him to see your pain that has transcended to the physical, but you do, despondently peering up from beneath your dribbling lashes.
Suguru's other hand comes up to cradle the opposite side of your face, trapping you not physically but emotionally— pinning you beneath the full force of Geto Suguru's affections, a weighted blanket over your shoulders when you need it most. His expression warps around the edges with the sadness that comes with witnessing the one you love most suffer, but his face quickly leaves your sight once he leans in and holds a lingering kiss to your forehead.
"Come here, angel." The invitation is barely crooned in that soft-spoken tone he takes on when coaxing stray cats from their hidey-holes before he's already guiding you into him, pulling you across the couch and sideways onto his lap.
A second throatier sob leaves you in the same instant that you collapse into him with all the graceless desperation of a building finally giving up after suffering months of structural damage. You root for an anchor until you finally sandwich your face into his chest and fist his sleeves in a shaky grip, finding comfort in the darkness of his turtleneck that blankets you. His clothing carries faintly of lavender-scented laundry detergent, but what greets your nose most ardently is the scent of Suguru himself— sandalwood, jasmine, bergamot, home.
Tucked safely beneath his chin, you feel as though you've occupied this exact spot for so many years that your bodies have long since memorized the route to take you and Suguru here.
One large hand finds its home between your shoulder blades, the other delicately caressing the back of your head. The shudder that zips through you earns you a soothing carding of fingers through your hair that damn near melts you through the floor, the strands anxiety-tangled from how frantically you'd been tugging it at it before his arrival.
"That's it," Suguru whispers his sympathetic encouragement against the top of your head, "just let it out. I have you."
An immeasurable fondness bursts from the well in your chest and rushes like a river to fill every crevice of your body; your face, hands, stomach, and toes all warmly bubble over with it. Much like the deluge of fresh tears that follow, freely unleashed in the wake of his words.
You don’t know how long you end up bawling your eyes out for. You could have unknowingly sat there blubbering between strangled gasps and whimpers of pure defeat for literal hours, totally blind to the passage of time.
But what you do know is that Suguru keeps you flush to him through it all. Gently rocking you both back and forth, humming heartening yet undeniably heartbroken notes whenever your sniffles cease enough to hear him, petting over you with gentle hands to inspire comfort back into your being.
Suguru doesn't once rush you through the process. He just stays; his body a shelter not built from wood and stone but patience and devotion. Every slow stroke through your hair, untangling knots as he goes, works to smooth the sharpest edges off of your despair.
(He knows he cannot fix it all for you, much to the detriment of his heart. But he'll stand beneath the crushing weight with you anyway, hands braced against the sky itself if that's what it takes.)
Eventually, your cries weaken to raspy, squeaky little hiccups. The occassional tremor that rips clean through you whenever a fresh wave of overwhelm threatens to drag you beneath murky lonely waters again is tempered by Suguru's arms gently squeezing around you each time he notices you're seconds away from devolving back into your fit. Your puffy eyes burn something fierce from accidentally rubbing them raw against Suguru's turtleneck. (You pray it isn't drenched in snot.)
You feel as dehydrated as a traveler adrift in a baking desert when you resurface from his chest for some air, blinking heavy-lidded eyes against the warm light of the room. Suguru trickles his fingers down the knobs of your spine in a soothing swipe before gently pinching your chin between thumb and forefinger so he can pat your face dry once more. You give him a weak little smile to show you're grateful.
"There you are," he sweetly coos, brown eyes crinkling at the corners like sun rays spilling across the deepening horizon. "My pretty angel who smiles even when they're sad. I missed them."
The fact that Suguru looks relieved by something as inconsequential as the little upturn of your lips nearly triggers round three of your breakdown— with tears of joy this time rather than ones of despair.
“I hate my life,” you suddenly croak after a much-needed long, slow breath.
He gives an inquisitive blink, fox-like even in his indulgence. "Do you?"
You shake your head. "No, but saying it made me feel better.”
“Hardly,” Suguru replies somewhat dryly as though he read your mind to confirm that it didn’t work. He hugs you impossibly closer, his denim-clad thighs bunching beneath you as he shifts in place. "Do you feel a bit better now that you've cried it out?"
You lamely shrug before tucking your arms around his shoulders and resting your head back on his chest. You feel the vibration of his voice more than hear it, "I know it doesn't feel like it, but things'll get easier eventually. Okay? We'll figure it out together. Not right this second, because I can tell you're not in the mood, so I think the best plan for now is for me to make some dinner and get some food and water in you. You can either stay on the couch and I'll come get you when I'm done, or you can come sit at the counter with me and watch me cook. I can draw you a bath afterwards too, if you'd like. Whatever you want, baby."
Suguru knows you the way sailors know the sea and astronomers know the stars. So in tune with you as he is, he's aware that this isn't the time to try and work out solutions to your issues. His advice— even though it always comes from a place of drilled-in practicality and well-meaning intentions— can feel too much like another task to tackle when what you need right now is the simple comfort of Suguru himself.
"I'll join you in the kitchen. I don't wanna be alone right now," you near-shyly admit around the lump in your throat. "Can we just… stay here for a little longer, though?"
He turns to kiss the inside of your arm where it begins its loop around to the back of his neck, cheek nuzzling into your bicep as an aside— unable to help himself whenever you're in reach. Suguru looks for all the world like a man who has found his favorite place to be as he agrees, "Yeah, we can. Works for me. You just tell me when you're ready. I love you, sweetheart."
Ugh. He's really making it hard to stay dry-eyed. The most obvious sentiments don’t need to be said when you feel his boundless affection permeating his every action— even when he’s dead asleep because he must have you in his arms to doze through the night without once rising— but over the years, Suguru’s made it clear that they beg to be said anyways. That he will never not want to say I love you whenever he gets the chance to.
"I know," you sniffle.
Suguru cocks his head at you. "No," he says gently, "I don't think you do." Then, curling his lips into an impish pout, he flutters fine black lashes at you. "You didn't even say you love me back. I feel neglected… no, despised. You must think terribly of me."
A watery giggle wrests its way from your chest. "And you say I'm the dramatic needy one… I love you too, Suguru."
As his fingers resume lazily combing through your hair while you melt bonelessly into his summery warmth, you realize that this is enough. For tonight, you’ll forget the world and its worries and you'll allow Suguru to carry you off in parody of a knightly prince and his star-crossed beloved.
Judging by the way he peppers a few kisses across your forehead before beginning to murmur about anything and everything to try and lift your spirits, you believe Suguru might need this just as much as you do.
(I wish the world was kinder to you, Suguru thinks once you’re sufficiently softened and settled in his blanketing embrace like a sleepy kitten, utterly worn down by the gale winds of your emotions, and that you were kinder to yourself. I wish your past had been easier, too. But I hope I can make your future something to look forward to— your future where I will always, always take care of you.)
a/n: oh my baby sugu 😢🤕 so selfless so sweet so adoring… i just love writing hurt/comfort with suguru specifically more than words can describe, it’s very cathartic and fun to do :,) <3
i typically focus on longer oneshots, so following a requested prompt was a nice change of pace And this was SUCH a fun little writing exercise/warm-up for me!! hopefully i can do more drabbles like this when i have the time
✧ synopsis: you spent most ot your life convinced that your over independence and unapologetic personality were just means to protect yourself. then suguru geto came along, tore down your walls, and made you fall hopelessly in love with him. but what happens when you discover that his devotion was nothing but a paid assignment?
✧ pairing: patrick verona! suguru geto x kat stratford! reader
✧ warnings: college setting, alt! suguru, gojo's here too, yuki is our sister, slowburn, pining, falling in love, he's down bad, drinking, parties, first kiss, regret, hurt/no confort, angst, complicated feelings, heartbreak, possesive! sugu, ex! choso, fluff. smut, solo mastubation!m->and he's so pathetic abt it!, suguru has piercings, making out, panty sucking, oral f! rec, hair pulling (suguru rec.), dry humping, unprotected piv, pussydrunk! sugu, aftercare + confessions. WC: 13.4k
✧ a/n: currently sucking my wifes toes for letting me be a part of her romcom event @uzugeto <3 and also thank you for reading through this. based on the movie "10 things i hate about you". 《 fanart by @chu-cho | divider by qtdecor 》
life was easy for a mysterious social reject like suguru geto.
famous around campus for being 'the worst of the worst', his reputation preceded him—people usually steering clear of him in hopes of not being set on fire like he'd been rumored to have done before… or just get eaten alive like that one duck a few months ago.
which, of course, are things only morons would believe; but thankfully, there were plenty of those at the university he was attending—plus, it helped keep up his 'unapproachable bad guy' persona—and there's probably nothing that geto hates more than superficial, incompetent people.
…with the exception of his friend, satoru gojo.
beneath all the money and dashing good looks that sorority girls and modeling agencies would line up for, satoru was nothing but a walking headache for geto; a cocky, self-centered, sometimes-fun-to-be-around headache.
that's exactly what awaited him behind the class doors he so-fashionably opened just a few minutes before the period would start.
you, on the other hand, have already been busy reading whatever anti-patriarchal book had currently caught your attention—because let's be honest, professor yaga's class is not all that interesting most of the time, so you might as well put your free time to better use.
comfortably sitting in 3rd row, legs stretched under the desk while flipping through the pages, you were almost unaware of whoever entered the class or walked by you—just as you intended; music blasting all too loudly in your earbuds for you to hear much.
not that there was much to be heard when suguru geto walked in. stealthy as a cat yet still managing to catch the gazes of a few people with the corners of their eyes as he sat in the desks at the very back.
MCR and linkdin park pins rattled as suguru threw his backpack onto the ground, earning a prying look from gojo, who was sitting next to him.
"you still a loser?" he quipped, elbows perched on the desk and smile bright as always.
"you still an asshole?" suguru shot back, leaning back into his chair and manspreading like he owned the place. typical.
"ouch. that depends. you interested in some fun?" satoru raised a brow.
"how fun?" —in gojo terms, speaking. their ideas of "fun" did not always align.
"that fun," satoru pointed towards you, who apparently, had the same stone-cold face you've always had on, rammed into your book as if socialising with the lower life forms around would kill you.
suguru was not that much of a loser to be getting no play. he managed. but at no point was he desperate or miserable enough to be okay with complicating his life with you.
"that's not fun, even for me," he replied, face twisting into a grimace.
"not even if i provide generous compensation?" satoru shot a hopeful charming grin
he huffed a laugh, "how generous?"
"how do fifty bucks sound?"
suguru shot you a look—only to see you smack your book against some poor soul's head. you may be pretty, but looks weren't enough to cut it. only glancing back at satoru was enough to let him read his thoughts.
"fineee, sixty." he whined. "take her somewhere. who knows? two negatives make a positive—she might be a match for your reclusive self."
nerd.
"what's in it for you, anyway?" he raised an eyebrow, glaring. satoru would rarely share any of his hook-ups (not that suguru would want any of them), much less pay him to get some play.
satoru sighed, leaning in. "i wanna make a move on her sister, yuki, but she can't date until she does." who knew getting some pussy would be so much trouble these days?
"so what?" suguru snorted, "you want me to play chaperone? keep her from getting a felony charge?"
"and hopefully you not getting any charges either, but that's besides the point—take her on a date, do something nice, help a guy out,"
the appeal was barely there.
just as professor yaga had entered the class, he gave you another look, feeling the last shreds of his dignity slip away. you had abandoned your earbuds on the desk, now (miserably) paying attention to your surroundings.
how bad could it be?
"a hundred." he sighed, sealing his fate.
"deal," satoru grinned, voice low, not to draw attention in the subsiding class.
suguru didn't know you that well—not that he's ever even felt a pull to do so either, but he's heard enough to form an idea in mind. you were a loner. intensionally so. you'd either be seen hanging out with your friend, utahime, or cursing out whoever was unfortunate enough to cross your path at the wrong minute—though you've always sworn they'd deserve it. least to say you were… opinionated.
but that wasn't gonna make suguru back out. he liked a good challenge—whether that be occasionally violating college rules and dodging expulsion, or going on a date with a certified man hater.
he'll make it work.
suguru had until the end of class to come up with something to swipe you off your feet. but honestly? he's got nothing, and it seems like resorting to his wits and charms might be the only hope right now—which usually, was enough for most girls to succumb to.
after gathering up his things and shoving the money in his back pocket, he wasted no time before following your trail as you walked out of the classroom through the sea of people.
"hey there, pretty girl," suguru tapped your shoulder, raven bangs waving in the air as he put on his most charming face.
unfortunately though, he was hit with an immediate glare.
"how was class?"
"pretty peaceful, until you decided to disrupt it," you gave him a faux smile, not bothering to look in his direction for more than two seconds.
"…talk about a touching first impression," suguru teased, walking to match your pace, "consider me intrigued."
"my mission in life," tsk. who even is this guy? "but obviously, i struck your fancy. so you see, it worked."
"pick you up on friday then?"
"oh right. friday, uh-huh," you snorted, quickening your stride. points for dedication, you thought—but you had better places to be rather than his company.
"what if i promise to take you places you've never seen before?" suguru asked, voice perfectly smooth and concealing how you're probably stepping on his ego.
"like where? your fathers garage? i'm good, thank you."
"i was actually thinki—"
"get lost, weirdo."
this was gonna be a little more difficult than he thought.
but, suguru was not one to give up so easily, and for the next week, he'd accidentally bumped into you more times than either of you could count. after your classes—he was right there to help you carry your backpack, even after you'd insist you didn't need any assistance. at the library? suguru seemed to take a liking to the same feminist novels you've been reading; you just have so much in common, right!?
well, you weren't exactly on the same page regarding this subject… but it's a good thing he's a dedicated man.
next stop? the music store.
it was a good day today. it really was. you and your sister got along, nobody seemed to make it their lifes goal to annoy you, and you managed to stop at the store and grab a few guitar picks and a cd of your favourite band's newest single.
but, of course, all of that just had to come to an end the moment you've seen none other than suguru geto lean against your car like an asshole.
"nice ride," he called out, snake bites piercings glinting in the soft light of the afternoon sun.
he cannot be for real.
"are you following me?" you spat.
"just passing by and saw your car. thought i'd say hi," geto clarified, watching you roll your eyes and simply walk past him. tch. dramatic.
"hi." you deadpanned, reaching for your door handle just as he slid sideways against your car, blocking your way and not letting you get in.
"not a big talker are you?" he pushed. deal or not, you've caught his eye.
"depends on the topic. your freaky piercings and 'can't take a hint' personality don't really whip me into a verbal frenzy."
geto tilted his head, pretending to get a better look at you, "you're not intimidated, are you?" he purred, the grin on his lips so begulling it almost convinced you—though, mostly, you just felt repelled.
"why would i be intimidated?" you snorted.
"most people are," he shrugged. truthfully so, geto wasn't known for having the most inviting personality—you just happened to be an indifferent hag about it.
"well i'm not."
"maybe. but i'm sure you've thought about me naked," he grinned, fox eyes trailing your features.
…and there goes the final ace up his sleeve.
"am i that transparent?" you asked, words glazed in irony, "oh, geto! i want you, i need you! please, take me to those bedsheets you probably haven't changed in two months!"
getos face has progressively dropped more with each sound coming out of your mouth which seemed to be enough for him to finally get out of your way and let you inside the car.
sigh.
right when you were about to get moving, another car pulled up behind you, not even bothering to park. mercedes' newest model in an obnoxious blue, and an even more obnoxious driver—satoru gojo.
he trotted his way out, abandoning his car halfway on the street and shooting geto a confident wink—most likely believing his previous investments are paying off. right… so, about that…
"do you mind?" you yelled in gojo's direction, hinting oh-so-sweetly to move his car the fuck out of the way.
"not at all," he replied smugly.
"fuck!" the scream he let out could've probably been heard from three blocks away when you carelessly reversed, hitting your bumper straight into his shiny, expensive car door and putting a wide smile on both yours and getos faces.
"whoops," you pouted.
and with that, you were on your way home. back to the comfort of your small apartment, which you've personalised and decorated so it truly felt like you.
so you put on some music, grabbed one of the countless sylvia plath books on your shelves and threw yourself onto the couch in hopes of having some well deserved moments of relaxation.
you should be in your element.
so why are you thinking about him?
☆
geto was positive you were some type of witch.
there was no other explanation for the way you pulled him under your spell.
at this point, he had to convince himself he was still doing it for the money. mentally clinging to that fading excuse every time he'd follow your trail just so he could collect more information and tips on how to get through to that stone-cold heart of yours.
he had to push aside the fact that he felt like a loser and actually do something about it; but it's like every time he comes near you, his charm and charisma evaporate into thin air.
suguru had to get in close if he truly wanted progress.
so that's how he ended up stopping your sister, yuki, after classes.
just at first glance, he could tell where most of your amiability probably went. smiling brightly and warmly, your sister walked by him after he'd discreetly dragged her to a less populated area of the campus. he couldn't risk anyone knowing his master plan just yet.
"sooo, why am i here exactly?" she asked him, her bubbly voice cutting through the momentary silence.
"you are here to help me get some insight of your sister's twisted mind," geto muttered, lighting the cigarette that parted his lips.
yuki laughed, studying his face for any indication that he's just joking, waiting for him to crack. it just seemed that unbelievable that someone might be interested in you. "wait—you're actually serious?"
unfortunately.
"please don't make it into a big deal…" getos eyebrows knitted upwards. just the thought of you finding out he came to ask your sister about you was enough to make shivers of regret creep up his neck.
"oh my god! i really thought she'd die alone!" she exclaimed; a sparce, uncomfortable silence following right after.
"'m not making any promises yet…" the thick, awkward tension that saturated the air seemed to target geto alone.
"okay, first off—she's not a fan of these…" yuki spoke, plucking the half-burnt cigarette from geto's hand and throwing it on the ground.
his face soured at the sight of the smushed tobacco, "so i have to be a 'non-smoker'…?"
"yup."
geto could only pout at her response.
"so… what does she like?" even if he was going to commit to the role fully, starting with the negatives has already lost him a point. "what's she into?"
"well, she likes pretty guys," yuki giggled lighthartedly, "so good luck with that!" geto scoffed mentally; the frown on his face able to be seen from a mile away, along with the disbelief painted on his expression. was he not pretty?
"buuut, if you really want to know, she likes thai food and listens a lot to that indie—angry girl music, or whatever it's called," yuki explained. "oh, and she's really into those feminist prose books she always carries around."
geto evaluated all the information, making sure to take a mental note of each thing. "so, what; i'm just supposed to buy her some noodles, a book, sit around and listen to girls who can't play their instruments?"
seems easy enough, he thought.
"have you ever been to club skunk?" yuki asked, "her favourite band plays there tomorrow, she's got tickets!"
geto defensively crossed his arms, his gaze briskly drifting in the distance as a couple of outcast memories flooded back from the depths of his mind. "no—no, i cant be there, alright?"
out of all places, did it really have to be the one where he drank until projectile vomiting all over the counters at eighteen?
"but don't you wanna see her?" yuki pressed, a scolding pout pushing out her bottom lip; although her real concern was her being able to date, rather than you.
"of course i do, i just—" geto muttered before cutting himself off. his mind reeled back to you, then back to his past experiences at the club; and lastly, to the money he's gotten for the sole reason of going out with you. lost in thought, the world around him seemed to fade for a moment before yuki snapped him out of it.
"…she's also got a pair of black panties if i'm not mistaken," she chirped with a devious smirk on her face, making getos eyes widen slightly.
was this a test? it felt like a test.
"very enticing, i'm sure," he narrowed his gaze before pulling back a step. "also—don't tell her i came to you, alright?"
"good luuck," yuki replied in a sing-song voice as she made her way off.
"thanks," geto nodded.
as soon as his head hit the pillow the coming night, geto knew he'll have a hard time falling asleep.
his intentions were fighting against the reality of the situation, one in which you didn't actually like him, in which he was paid to take you out. and the worst part of it? he couldn't stop thinking about it—about you.
staring at the ceiling for well past half an hour now, the only thing running through his mind was you—along with your unruly attitude and breathtaking smile. it was enough to bring geto to his knees.
his heart yearned to see you again, more than his mind would like to admit. he wondered what you were like when you were actually enjoying yourself for once, surrounded by people close to you—although, that thought made something stir within his chest.
a soft sigh escaped his pierced lips. he didn't want to acknowledge it, but the feeling was clawing from behind his ribs. he didn't want to see you with anybody else; smile at anyone but himself. in his eyes, you were meant for him alone.
geto felt that in his body and soul, the waves of realisation washing over, dragging him to the bottom and drowning him in the intoxicating essence of your mere memory.
his mind wandered, heedlessly picturing your smile—your lips, how they'd feel pressed against his cheek, drawing lower down his neck. how would you react if you saw him right now? would you be surprised? fuck… would call him pathetic?
the mattress beneath his toned body felt softer all of a sudden, as if hugging his frame; though it couldn't be a match to how delicate your touch would be, geto was sure of that.
too lost in the vastness of his imagination, the tent in his loosened sweatpants was only growing, along with the pressure in his bare abs. heat dripped off his body, his tan skin searing hot while thinking of you.
"don't… don't wanna do this, fuck—" geto squirmed under his breath, amethyst eyes squeezed shut. you'd hate him if you knew what was going through his mind right now, but it only made his cock harder.
frustration bubbled in his chest, a satin sheen of sweat coating his forehead as he dragged his hand over the growing bulge. geto couldn't help the groan that escaped him, his cock far too hard and sensitive under his veiled touch.
"i'm sorry, i need it…" he slurred, slipping his fingers under the fabric and curling them around his throbbing length. he imagined you sitting before him, right between his muscular thighs. geto heard your voice in his head, guiding him, guiding his movements as he began stroking his swollen cock.
"mmphh," he moaned at the slight relief, lips pressed together. his grip was firm and messy as it dragged back and forth around his length, using the ample amount of glossy precum as lubricant. the roughness of his hand squeezed and twisted with every pump, putting extra care over his reddened tip, just like he thought you would.
getos thick, silver rings felt cool pressed against his veiny shaft, making each motion feel more intense. his free hand gripped into the sheets beneath him, fingers curling into the soft material when the pleasure would rise above his ability to control himself.
his chest was heaving already, too absorbed in the moment not to rush. his need for release took over, and the pace of his hand increased, strong hips beginning to match the messy strokes until tears gathered up at his lashline, making the soft black eyeliner smudge around his violet eyes.
"oh god, fuck—fuck, i'm gonna—" geto whimpered, voice broken as his back arched against the mattress, "gonna—hngh—cum." he was breathless, desperately pumping his leaking cock until the warm, syrupy cum splattered onto his abs, coating his rings as the last spurts trickled down his tight fist.
he cleaned himself up, and once a few moments had passed and he'd regained control over his mind, the guilt following hit him like a train at full speed. how can something feel so good, yet leave such bittersweet traces behind?
geto could only groan into his pillow, letting the drowsiness seep into his bones and swallow his thoughts. he has one more shot tomorrow, right?
so much for 'good luck'.
☆
the hours passed by quickly until the evening finally came.
the quiet worry that crawled up his neck felt like a rugged caress in the back of his mind, reminding him of the unethical actions from the night before. geto couldn't let it show, though. not if he wanted to keep his head on his shoulders… or impress you, at best.
after putting out his final cigarette, geto walked into the sea of people waiting inside. the scent of sweat mixed with the various notes of perfume lingered in the air, along with the faint aroma of alcohol, everyone around either dancing or drunkenly lying with their head on the nearest flat surface.
the voices of the singers currently playing reminded him of a screeching owl getting run over by a car, if anything; the speakers probably loud enough to rupture his eardrums and make a small part of him regret he even came.
but, his purpose for being there snapped right back into focus once he spotted you in the littered crowd.
a soft smile spread on getos lips before he could think to stop it. you were dancing, movements flowing and carefree as you spun to the blasting rhythm with your arms up in the air. nothing in the entire space looked as striking and lively as you did while the coloured lights painted your skin. you looked beautiful.
his gaze flickered between you and the bar as he made his way to it. no more than a few minutes pass until he's sipping from the liquor filled glass in his hand, seemingly unbothered and nodding along to the music once he notices you swaying over just less five feet away from him.
"just a water, please," you spoke loud enough so the bartender could hear. looking over to your side as you waited, suguru geto was right there, with a grin so massive on his lips that not even the glass in his hand could mask as he covered his face.
"if you plan on asking me out again, best just get it over with," you scowled at him, rolling your eyes.
"oh, it's you," he glanced over, setting his beverage on the sticky wooden counter. "do you mind? you're kinda ruining the atmosphere for me," he tilted his head, though the corner of his lips was curling upwards.
your gaze narrowed, "how come you're not surrounded by your usual cloud of smoke?"
"i quit," geto clarified, leaning in so you could hear him better over the music, "i've heard they're bad for you."
"oh, you think?" you snorted.
he took another sip of the alcohol before speaking, "you know, these guys 'the raincoats', they're not bad." now, that perked up your ears.
geto pushed himself off the chair before walking into the crowd, well aware you'd come after him after hearing him mention your favourite band.
"you know who the raincoats are?!" you yelled over the blaring noise, the disbelieving part of you wanting to ask him to name five songs.
"why, don't you?" geto smiled, pleased with your reaction. his eyes trailed down your figure, how the dress you chose hugged you just right, and how your smile seemed to light up your face.
"you know, i was watching you out there," he turned to face you, voice smooth but loud over the blasting music—even when it suddenly stopped, "i've never seen you look so sexy," he echoed throughout the quiet, chattering space, everyone around turning to look in your direction and breaking into laughter.
in that moment, though, your attention wasn't on them. it was on suguru, and how he didn't seem to be ashamed or even embarrassed for what he had said; the look on his face showed happiness, with a smile just as bright while he watched you laugh.
"come to chosos party with me," he offered, traces of warmth and longing in his tone.
another tune had started playing in the background, it was more subdued than the former, but loud enough to have to talk louder if you wanted to be heard. you glanced over to the band before speaking, the song was one of your favourites—and suguru picked up on that.
"you never give up, do you?" you smiled, and for once, the idea of spending time with him didn't seem so bad.
"w—was that a yes?" he raised his voice, curling one hand behind his ear pretending he couldn't hear you.
"no!" you laughed, stepping back into the moving crowd.
"well that wasn't a no!" suguru shot back, following you through the people.
"no!" you laughed again, heartly—looking back over your shoulder at him.
every step suguru took felt lighter somehow, like just being in your presence was enough to spark a flame in his chest. seeing you have fun and feel comfortable around him made it all seem like a dream he's had a hundred times beforehand.
he caught up with you, just like intended. what took you by surprise was the way he took your hand in his, pulling you in and spinning you around right when the peak of the song had started.
you gasped, the movement too quick for you to react—but it over before you knew it, and suguru caught you before he could feel the sharpness of your wits.
"dance with me," he leaned in, just enough for you to hear the purr in his voice, "lighten up, hmm?" he teased, quick to cut your protests short, and even quicker when he swept you off your feet, pulling you into the crowd and guiding your movements to his, matching the music's rhythm.
"let me go, you psycho!" your complaints were all but empty, broken between laughs, and blatantly ignored by suguru. his hands slipped from your shoulders all the way down to your hands, interlocking his fingers in yours before lifting them up into the air.
"not happening," he grinned, letting your movements flow in tandem.
the vast space of the club was basically crawling with people, dancing and moving from one place to another, the air heavy with smoke and heat—yet all you were aware of right now was eachothers presence, and how the subtle intimacy found its way through the fissures you let happen tonight.
sweat illuminated your faces as you continued swaying to the rhythm, fatigue slowly catching up to you and giving your cheeks a red hue.
"i'm tired!" you exclaimed, a smile still adorning your face even through the ache in your feet. thankfully, the song had ended before long after, and only then did suguru finally let go of your hands.
"come on, let's get you some water," suguru coaxed, waiting for you to step forward before following your trail, "or would you prefer i carry you all the way there?"
"something tells me you'd enjoy that more than me," you teased back.
once you sat down at the bar, the wicked voice in the back of your head encouraged you to favour a glass of cranberry vodka rather than some water. once your lips pressed to the cold rim, the sweetness soothed the stinging burn of the alcohol, leaving you with the slightest weightlessness in your limbs.
you glanced over to suguru, "that was maybe a little fun."
his elbows were perched on the wooden counter, a playful smile making its way onto his studded lips, "was that a compliment?"
"don't get used to it, geto," you snorted, taking another sip from your glass.
it felt weird but, you were starting to notice things you haven't before; like how his onyx hair seemed to fall so perfectly around his face, or how he fidgeted with his rings right before he was about to say something. it must've been the alcohol tainting your mind... but your heart has never felt so drawn to another person in a long time.
"i'll try my best," suguru grinned. his amethyst gaze caressed over your features, taking in every detail, every expression, as if it were a sight he'd be content with seeing forever and still not be enough. a soft knit formed in between his eyebrows as he glanced away for a moment, gathering his thoughts, almost afraid to overstep, "so…"
"so…" you sustained, waiting for him to continue.
"what's your excuse?" suguru asked, his voice low.
"for…?"
"for acting the way we do," he explained, studying you.
"i don't like to do what people expect…" you answered, "why should i live up to other people's expectations instead of my own?"
"so you disappoint them from the start, then you're covered, right?" suguru pushed, though he wasn't exactly wrong.
"something like that, i guess."
"well, then you screwed up," he said softly.
"how is that?"
"you've never disappointed me," suguru stated, without a trace of dishonesty in his tone.
his answer made you feel bare. after spending so long building up your walls, he's walked right past them in a way that didn't make you feel afraid of being seen.
the taste of alcohol lingered on your lips again, though the sweet aftertaste wasn't quite as strong as before. one glass turned into two, two turned into five… and that eventually led to a good time, until you were too drunk to stand up…
you hung onto suguru like a magnet as he helped you exit the bar, your mind far too fuzzy and your limbs too heavy to be doing any of it yourself.
"this 's so patronizing," you complained, eyes half lidded and barely able to see something that wasn't spinning.
"leave it to you to use big words when you're wasted," he groaned, basically dragging you up the steep hill leading to the park nearby.
"i don't think sooo," you chirped, sluggishly walking until you accidentally stumbled over air. suguru helped you up, his hands holding you from under the arms like a toddler, "why are you doing this, though? you don't care if i live or die," you mumbled dramatically.
"of course i do," he replied with a grin, setting you down on a swing.
"why?" he took your hands in his, "because then i'd have to take out girls who actually like me," he teased, eyes set on your wobbly figure.
"as if you could find one," you shot back, smirking as you leaned against the chain of the swing.
"see, that— who needs affection when i have blind hatred?" suguru chuckled.
"wait—just, let me sit down for a while," you mumbled, not really taking in his witty remarks. everything felt floaty, like you could fly away or sink into the ground at any moment.
you took a few deep breaths, letting the chilly air fill your lungs and ground you—and that's all it took for you to lose your balance and almost fall off the swing if suguru hadn't been there to catch you.
thanks to the alcohol, you could only laugh at the misfortunes of your own doing, suguru asking if you're okay going in one ear and out the other—of course you were!
he sat down on the swing next to yours, finally getting a moment to catch his breath. a part of him was glad he was here to take care of you, but the other felt guilty for how far he's let you go.
"you've had a good time… right?" he asked you softly.
"i… i—yeah…" you've gone quiet before being able to finish the sentence properly, your head lying against the chain while you slumped over with your mouth parted.
"nonono, hey—you have to wake up, okay? stay with me," suguru jumped, crouching down to be head-level with you while lightly slapping your face with the tips of his hands.
you've only been passed out for a couple of seconds before you woke up again. you were in a haze, starry eyes looking up and straight into sugurus as he held your face, his thumbs brushing softly over your cheeks—and for a moment, he could've sworn his knees got weak.
"your eyes have a little violet in them," you smiled, almost lost in the purple hues.
but, all good things come to an end, and sugurus warm smile was the last thing you saw before involuntarily hunching over and hurling your guts out.
"alright, that's good…" he frowned once you 'cooled off', pushing a few stray strands of hair out of your face, "you feel better now?"
"a little, i think," you sighed, "never drinking again."
"good," suguru huffed a laugh, reaching to take your hand, "i have some water in my car, let's get you home, okay?"
you groaned, linking your hand to his as you got up. the alcohols effect hadn't worn off completely, otherwise the embarrassment you would've normally felt would be a hundred times worse.
suguru's car was nicer than expected, a black, older model chevy, that was also surprisingly comfortable. the ride back to your apartment felt like a breath of fresh air after all of the chaos that has happened beforehand, quiet music playing through the radio.
"you wanna start a band?" he asked, gaze drifting between you and the road.
"no, i wanna sell car stereos," you scoffed, smiling, "yeah, start a band. i'd like that.
"mm, yeah, i can see you doing that," suguru agreed.
"oh, so now you know me?" you asked mockingly.
"i'm getting there…" he replied, looking over to you as he parked outside your home.
a moment passed before you answered, "the only thing people know about me is that i'm scary…" you spoke, voice somewhat quieter than usual—unsure, or maybe too aware.
"yeah… well i'm no picnic myself," suguru stated, matching your tone. the lampposts outside were the only source of light steeping though the window, making the rings on his fingers glimmer as he lay his hand atop the steering wheel.
you looked at him—really looked at him, past the harsh contrast of his exterior and what everyone deems him to be. you let yourself see the carefulness in his actions, the honesty in his voice; get lost in the warmth of his eyes.
"they don't know you, not the real you, anyway," he reassured.
"you're not as vile as i thought you were, suguru," you smiled, making him let out a light chuckle.
your chest felt warm, heart thrumming beneath it all of a sudden. everything felt so quiet—so real and intimate, like the only choice you had to make had already been written down for you. instincts had taken over as you closed your eyes and leaned in, waiting for his lips to press against yours just like you needed.
but the kiss never came…
just his voice, cutting through the deafening silence,
"maybe we should do this some other time."
you felt your heart sink to your stomach. a mixture of hurt and disbelief painted on your face.
your breath was shaking as you got out and slammed the car door in your wake. you couldn't stay here, not when he's made you feel so stupid.
"fuck…," shallow curses slipped under suguru's breath. his face was pressed against heels of his palms as he leaned into the steering wheel.
he couldn't do it, not right now. not when the alcohol was still clinging to your senses.
he wanted it to be a special moment, would have waited however long necessary for it to happen as it should.
now he's watched any chance that might've remained vanish, get torn away from his very fingertips.
and the worst part of it? you probably hated him right now.
even after the multiple attempts of trying to see you, you avoided suguru like the plague.
you couldn't let him win by giving him the satisfaction of thinking he can just get away with what he did.
and maybe you didn't cry, but the cuts of opening up to him just to get played went deeper than you'd like to admit. you replayed that night so many times in your head, wondering if you really were the one at fault, or if he was just an asshole.
you're still torn between the two.
suguru on the other hand, was running out of options.
you've been skipping the only class you shared with him. he even went to the music store hoping to catch you there, though you preferred tuning some random guitar rather than acknoedge his presence. when slipping notes into your locker only proved a further lack of results, suguru knew he'd have to resort to more drastic attempts of regaining your attention.
and that meant spending almost half of his savings buying you that guitar he saw you with.
plus, spending that much money after accepting some to take you out would make it even, right?
(wrong, but it was nice to think that.)
that's how he ended up writing you a small letter reading 'can we talk? pick you up tomorrow after class.' and tucking it neatly beneath the guitar strings. with a little more help from your sister, suguru managed to leave it in the passenger seat of your car, just waiting to be found by you.
to say you were positively surprised when you saw it was a slight understatement.
you didn't need a name to know who it was from. maybe suguru really did see through you far enough to get past the surface level, and maybe that wasn't such a bad thing. you didn't want to give your trust to him again just yet, but the push you needed to give him another chance made its way back into the light.
tomorrow came by fast after you'd spent the rest of the evening testing out your new gift. strumming each cord and mindlessly matching the notes to the song that was playing when you met that night at the bar.
so now here you were, standing face-to-face with suguru right outside your classroom—who definitely hasn't been waiting for the past twenty minutes just to make sure you won't sneak away before he could get there.
you'd be lying if you said that nothing stirred in your chest upon seeing him again. his inky hair was tied up in a bun, only the bottom half remaining free and flowing over his shoulders. subtle black eyeshadow was smudged lightly around his eyes, making the violet in his gaze so striking it seemed intentional. you couldn't deny the fact that you missed this sight.
"you can't just buy me a guitar everytime you screw up, you know that, right?" you initiated, a faint smile tugging at your lips.
"well, hello to you too," suguru mused, leaning against the lockers. considering you haven't immediately started the conversation by cursing him, he'd say things were going on the right track. "you did like it though, right?" he asked.
you should like it. he's stalked you well enough to know it was your favourite model.
"i do, yes," you trailed off, eyeing him.
"i'm glad," he shrugged, giving you a subtle grin, "i was running out of options."
"so you'll indulge me?" suguru continued, pushing his weight off the lockers and reaching his hand out to you.
"i wouldn't go that far just yet," you bit back a smile, beginning to walk off.
'yet' is all suguru heard though, even as he felt your ever-so-cruel intentions of tearing his heart to shreds with every step taken away from him.
it only took a few long strides for him to catch up to you, points for having legs as long as half of your height.
for the past twenty minutes, the small talk seemed to create more tension rather than release any—for you at least. you probably asked suguru "how long until we get there?" more times than a toddler on their first road trip, although he'd insist on not telling you where you're going even. you were on the teetering edge of calling the police to report a kidnapping.
shortly after the five hundredth exasperated sigh suguru let out, you finally arrived at the intended location; at the docks. not for any ferries or ships, but paddle boats.
"is this supposed to be the government-level secret you were so unwilling on letting me on?" you asked, amused.
"thought a quiet, secluded place like this might be more fitting," he shrugged.
"certainly fitting if you want to kill someone," you snickered, walking by his side over to the little ticket stand.
"in broad daylight? tsk, who do you i am?" suguru asked—deeply hurt and offended by your accusations.
"fair enough. but you're paddling." you warned, watching him pay for the tickets before handing you yours.
"right away, princess," he smirked, walking in front of you to the paddleboat and holding your hand to help you on-board. the sneer you gave him was almost involuntary—even though you might've been touched in the slightest bit by the courtesy.
the warmth of the sun entangled itself with the soft breeze swaying above the lake, the feeling of it reminded you of silken ribbons brushing over your skin. a brief moment of silence took over, the only noise being heard being the quiet sloshing of the water as you paddled further into the lake. you looked over to suguru; sleek strands of hair were dancing in the wind as he looked into the distance—not lost in thought, but as if something weighed on his mind.
his gaze drifted into the ground; the stillness made your skin crawl, and that wasn't going to change unless one of you spoke up.
"why did you take me here, sugu—"
"i'm sorry," his head snapped towards you, voice mellow yet somehow hurried as he cut you off. anything you might've thought you wanted to say got stuck in your throat at the sight of suguru's knitted eyebrows and doleful eyes. the apology took you by surprise.
"i wanted to have a chance to explain myself," his hands were in his lap, sunlight reflecting softly off his rings as he chipped away at the black polish coating his nails; a habit of his you've noticed oftentimes when he'd try gathering his thoughts, "i understand how i may have come across last time…"
"yeah…" you mumbled, unaware of what to say but keen on what he has to say.
"that was the last way i wanted things to go," suguru stated carefully. "the risk of seeing you again only for you not to remember… or even regret what had happened… turning you down seemed like the best option in that moment," he continued, finding your gaze, "even if it pained me to do so."
you could've sworn your heart skipped a beat upon hearing the last words. his eyes felt heavy on yours, glints of hope and guilt visibly sparking the same emotions in your chest—which suguru was quick to pick up on.
everything felt stuck in time, your thoughts, your surroundings—just swallowed up by the setting sun as you stared into the distance, a part of you wanting to protect herself by avoiding the situation, while the other strived for an answer to give.
"i just didn't want you to feel played."
suguru stole your attention once again—regret, regret, regret—is this what would've ended up of your heart? what would happen if you followed through? or is it just another tactic you made yourself believe in order not to risk becoming heartbroken?
the piles of proof suguru had given you about his intentions could form walls around you by now—just staring back and mocking you, telling you how stupid you are for believing otherwise. he is good, you were just to scared to admit it.
"what does that mean now?" you asked him.
"whatever you want it to mean," suguru said softly, a light tilt in his head as he looked at you, "i'm here now."
a pacing silence followed before he broke it once more with a forlorn chuckle, "it would suck if it didn't mean anything, but if that's the case—"
"kiss me."
"wha—"
your body moved without you, lips crashing onto his in the fragment of a moment in which it all felt right.
awe and surprise was laced into the sweet, minty taste of sugurus lips as they prudently interlocked with yours, his hand slipping over to cup your cheek once he got the confidence to lean in deeper into the kiss.
he tilted your head to the side to gain better access, his thumb brushing over your skin with a gentleness that turned you to putty in his hold. it felt surreal almost—for both of you, but falling into place like two pieces of a puzzle.
one hand wrapped around his forearm while the other reached to brush his hair back. the initial shyness of the kiss melted into a slow, easy comfort. his lips moved against yours at a languid pace, the familiar cool touch of his metal studs becoming a sensation you no longer just tolerated, but craved.
suguru broke away from the kiss first, but both of you were left breathless. the warm, orange hues of the sun painted over your skin like spilled honey, melting into the quiet space between you. for a moment, neither of you moved; his hand remained on your cheek, his touch soft and featherlight as he pulled you into his side.
"who could've guessed you tasted so sweet?" suguru purred smoothly, despite the chaotic rhythm of his heartbeat thrumming in his chest.
"don't get sappy now," you chuckled. there was an effortless warmth in resting your head against sugurus shoulder, a comfort that quickly became second nature.
the rest of the evening snapped by faster than you felt; paddling back to shore whilst in each others arms, listening to music on the car ride home—and before you knew it, you were back on the doorstep to your apartment, the kiss suguru had left on your forehead previously still lingering on your skin and letting butterflies roam wild in your stomach.
not long after you'd settled in bed, ready to go to sleep, your phone rings—a text from suguru, no less.
you crawled closer to your phone and unplugged the charger—the battery almost dead after having spent the past two hours on the phone with utahime, yapping and giggling about how your day had gone with him.
suguru: hey, i forgot to ask you earlier. you'll come to tomorrow's party with me, right?
suguru: no need to answer that. i'll pick you up at 7pm.
you couldn't help but smile at his determination, but you asked yourself, was a party really the place for you? especially when your ex was the one hosting it? whatever, you replied before being able to overthink.
you: do i have a choice?
suguru: nope. see you tomorrow
you: who knows, plans can change until then
suguru: goodnight to you too, princess:)
you: goodnighttt
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normally, you wouldn't be bothered to apply any makeup or dress a certain way—much less for a man—yet all day all you were able to think about was the way sugurus gaze trailed down your fancy, dressed up figure that night at the bar. would it be so wrong to want to pull that reaction out of him again? a little eyeshadow and a little black dress never hurt anybody afterall.
the knock on the door came sooner than expected, ten minutes earlier to be exact, but thankfully, you managed to finish your look by then. a few puffs of perfume and your purse were all that was left on your way out.
you couldn't blame suguru for being a little impatient to see you, right?
but even if he knew how just beautiful you looked before opening the door, his eyes would have sparkled all the same.
to say he was speechless was an understatement. his lips parted, but all that came out was an awkward "hi" as his gaze flickered, unknowing where to stop.
"hi," you replied, biting back a smirk after seeing his reaction—just what you intended, maybe even better, "you don't look half bad."
a lie. he looked apatising to say the least, even though not much was changed from his usual look. the worn leather jacket was still hanging off his shoulder, letting view of the way his black, fitted t-shirt accentuated his figure—biceps especially. a few thin, silver chains dangled over his chest, a perfect contrast with his rings and piercings, while his hair laid freely like spilled ink.
"i—thanks," suguru huffed, stumbling over his words.,"you look amazing."
"why, thank you," you coaxed, "should we throw the party on my doorstep, or…?"
"i wouldn't be opposed to it," suguru raised an eyebrow, his grin wiped off his face right as you smacked him in the arm. "after you," he teased, unlocking his car as he made way for you.
chosos parties weren't like the others, where the space would be crawling with drunks, fights and loud, deafening music. maybe that was a part of why you agreed to come, or maybe it was just an excuse to see suguru again.
his arm was wrapped around your lower back as you entered, a gesture you weren't exactly opposed to, surprisingly. the smell of weed, tobacco and hard liquor was the first thing that greeted you once you made a few steps in, strong enough to make a part of you regret you even came. a few familiar faces were scattered throughout the rooms, and double the gazes watching as you came in with suguru.
the thing about smaller, quieter parties was that naturally, peoples attention would be drawn a lot easier.
including chosos.
a low tune played in the background, one of your favourites, actually, as you hid away on a couch with suguru. leaning into his side as if it were your rightful place, you nodded along to the music while yapping something about your history teacher being a pervert—he wasn't really listening, too busy admiring how your legs looked in that dress.
that wasn't a problem for choso, though; smoothly cutting through the crowd before approaching you.
"hey, you enjoying the party so far?" choso spoke up, raising both you, and sugurus glances, "you look beautiful, by the way.
that was enough to make sugurus hand wrap just a little tighter around your waist, aware of how choso only reffered to you, as well.
"it's not too bad, i guess," you and choso didn't part on bad terms—more like differences of opinion—and even though its been more than a year since your breakup, he knew you well enough to know that what you said was a compliment.
"glad i could level up to your standards," choso chuckled, "let me know if you want anything, i could show you some of this new stuff i got, if you're intereste—"
"she's not, thanks," suguru cut him off. the more choso talked, the more it got harder for him not to snap. does he have the right, though? a kiss didn't mean you were his.
your attention flickered between the two before reassuring choso of what suguru said. you could tell how the energy shifted, how his hold became firmer and his tone sharper. it would be a lie if you said you weren't enjoying it.
"thought it would be nice to ask anyway," he smiled. and oh, if only looks could kill, choso would be dead by now.
"so, you know eachother?" suguru caved, looking between the two of you. the sear in his chest felt irrational, but he couldn't shake it.
"if you can call it that, sure. it's been a while, though," you bit back before choso got the chance to, knowing his response would not match yours.
"ouch," choso gave a half-smile, "sorry, are you together?"
as if the tension couldn't get any worse, the few seconds of silence that followed felt like a whole hour had passed. you had no answer. no idea of what to say, only the slightest hope that suguru would say yes.
and so he did—his tone firm and sure, masking the worry beneath perfectly.
by the time you managed to process the storm of emotions rushing through your chest, choso had left, letting out a halfhearted apology and goodbye before turning on his heel.
you could feel your heart pounding in your ears, surges of heat and something you couldn't quite name flowing through your veins. you weren't sure if the look you gave suguru reflected how vulnerable you really felt, but your voice surely let it be known.
"what was that about?" you asked, your voice thin and breathy. the possibility of him just saying that to get a rise out of choso scared you.
the sharpness in sugurus gaze evaporated into thin air once he caught you back in his view. music and chatter dimmed into nothingness, the softness in his eyes igniting a spark in your heart that only he could set aflame.
there was no need for a verbal response to know what was next. sugurus closed the distance within the blink of an eye, his lips merging with yours into a kiss that seeped of need and devotion.
your mouths swayed with no particular rhythm, a constant push and pull of your desires blending to eachothers will. involuntarily, you went in to cup his face, feel him, pull him closer, which only made suguru suck in a sharp breath as he slipped his hand over your thigh.
a swift moment of clarity washed over you, reminding you where you are still, and the amount of people just hanging around. you broke away from the kiss, a string of spit left in the wake of your flushed lips.
you wanted him in ways that were concerning to feminism.
"hey," you spoke, breathless.
"hey."
"we should get out of here."
"yeah," he agreed, seemingly entranced as he got up, letting you walk in front and carefully dragging your dress lower from where it rode up.
suguru shut and locked the door behind as you entered the first room you caught empty. bounds were off, no one to interrupt or make this moment fall apart.
his leather jacket ended up somewhere on the floor—unimportant, the only thing worth his focus was the taste of your lips and how your body melted against his as he slipped his tongue into your warmth. low groans and whimpers fell freely now, each more intense with every hungry push and twist of his tongue.
searing heat rose up in your chest, spreading throughout your body as you slipped your hands under sugurus t-shirt, feeling every ridge of his abs and how warmth radiated off him. the pads of your fingers dug into his sides, desperate to have more of him. a lewd, loud whine escaped you just as your tongue clashed into his, letting you feel something you weren't aware of before. a tongue piercing.
suguru picked up on your reaction almost immediately, though already drunk on the idea of all the ways he could use his piercing to please you. his mouth trailed hot down the side of your neck, nipping softly at the tender skin and eliciting the sweetest sounds from you while simultaneously massaging the pillowy curve of your ass.
"tell me what you need, i'm here," suguru rasped, the warmth of his breath sending chills as he spoke into your neck.
"just you, sugu. need you," you panted.
"fuck, i need you too, baby," he breathed out, dragging his pierced tongue over the purpley-red hues decorating your skin. this feeling alone could send you into overstimulation, your body tense and trembling with want and anticipation.
sugurus hands slid up your back, making you arch into him and gasp when you'd felt his hands drag down the zipper of your dress, letting it slip off your figure and leaving you in nothing but the black, lacy underwear you chose for tonight.
"i know, sweetheart," he coaxed, his voice low and thick with lust, "it's okay, sugu's gonna take care of you."
he became your center of gravity as he led you backwards onto the bed. maybe it was the comfort of the mattress, or maybe it was the view of sugurus bare, defined upper body—but you felt on cloud nine.
the way his lips began a trail of wet kisses down your body reminded you soft feathers brushing over your skin, too. smooth, ebony hair cascaded over the sides of his head like silk as he made sure to give an equal amount of attention to all of you—starting with your jaw, the valley of your breasts, and down your abdomen. your composure breaking down without save, wetness soaking your panties and making them stick to your mound—just waiting to get peeled off.
yielding to your impatience, you reached to hook your fingers beneath the hem of sodden material, desperate to feel anything close of relief. any further motion was cut short by sugurus hand wrapping around your wrist, giving you a disapproving look from between your legs. his face was so near you could basically feel every huff of air melting over your clothed cunt, doing absolutely nothing to release any tension.
"don't tease…" you complained, no real bite in your voice.
"you gonna let me taste you, pretty girl?" suguru hummed, acting as if unwrapping you was something only he gets to do.
"fuck, yes—" your voice was cut by your whimper, or more like the tip of sugurus nose skimming over your veiled slit with the weight of a feather—which was more than enough to light up a spark in your devoid senses.
suguru felt intoxicated, a low groan escaping him as he mindlessly dragged his tongue along the darkened, wet patch of your underwear. it was almost too much for you to take in—how the lace barrier could feel so frustrating, yet distributing the pleasure much more vastly thanks to the way it clung to you like a second skin.
the feeling only amplified when his lips began working their part—sucking and slurping the honeyed juices seeping from your clothed cunt until drool was leaking down his chin. with ragged, shallow breaths, suguru kept his nose pressed against your puffy clit, anchored as if he couldn't get enough.
"mmph—fuck," you cried out. the motion made your hips buckle; he was relentless—tongue dragging and prodding at your entrance with no real reward. you were getting pissed.
the lack of patience and need for more made your body move on its own, your hand reaching straight for sugurus messy hair and pulling a nasty moan from his lips. "do it right if you're gonna do it at all," you retorted, observing the meek look on his face as he unwillingly parted from your pussy.
"fuck," he mouthed, and you could've sworn you also heard a quiet " 'm sorry" before he pulled your soaked panties to the side and hooked his arms around your thighs.
suguru wanted to take it slow, he really did; but his eagerness to unravel you took over, and it didn't take long for him to figure out which buttons to push. a hum of relief escaped him as he dragged his tongue through your folds, circling your clit and talking in the way your thighs twiched in his grasp.
"mm, is that it?" he purred, eyebrows knit as he looked up to see the weak nod you managed to get through.
"yes, you're doing s—so well," your breath hitched. there wasn't an ounce of control in sugurus pace; sucking and flicking the hot muscle against your clit, the pace he set up was desperate—designed to make you clasp your shaking thighs around his head.
his painted fingernails dug crescent moons into the plush of your hips, pulling you closer into the heat of his mouth as if the proximity still wasn't enough. your back arched against the bed, greedily chasing more of that overwhelming pleasure sugurus tongue was fucking into you. it was dizzying; your coherency succumbing to nothing more than a string of needy whimpers falling from your lips.
the knot in your stomach kept getting tighter with every excessive flick of his pierced tongue, the metal barbell forcing surges of intense pleasure as it repeatedly brushed over your sensitive nub. the feeling of your hole fluttering around his muscle made suguru moan shamelessly into your heat, thrusting and swirling his tongue until he could feel you getting close.
"keep going, please—suguru, make me cum," you gasped, clawing the bedsheets with one hand while the other was still snug in his inky hair, eagerly trying to pull him closer. his face was messy and dripping with your slick, the air in his lungs lacking as he made out with your cunt, his nose nudging against your puffy clit with every movement.
yout breath caught when the first wave of your orgasm hit, sending a violent shudder through your core that made your body buckle. suguru remained unyielding against your heat, his hands gripping the curve of your hips, pinning you in place and overriding the breathless shoves you gave him in your sudden sensitivity.
low hums escaped him as he licked away any remains of the sweet, creamy sap that trickled downwards. the taste of you filled his senses as it did in his dreams—tantalising, and irresistible, but that just wasn't enough for him much longer. suguru felt weak, yet his body moved on instinct. he rolled his hips into the mattress, completely intoxicated by your essence as he pressed his clothed, aching cock against the soft surface beneath him.
you didn't have much time to recover from your high before sugurus pierced lips began kissing up your body again. the warmth left behind made you shudder, realisation that this might not be the end just yet washing over you in waves of heat and anticipation.
sugurus large frame engulfed you as he hovered above, pure need dripping off his lips and on to yours as he cut the distance. the kiss was anything but tempered—raw, and desperate; his tongue slipping into your mouth and tearing each sound from you.
"see how sweet you taste?" he rasped, pushing his hips forward and making you gasp at the contact—all too aware of how his cock squeezed in between your bodies, stiff and throbbing; urging to feel your walls stretch around him.
your hands did quick work of undoing his studded belt, and helping him slide off his cargo pants. just the thought of being in this position made you nervous—would his cock be thick? have that curve you've imagined so many times? the material of his boxers was all that was separating you right now, but as you dragged your palm over his bulge you could feel the surge of buzzing heat rushing through your core.
neither of you could mask how badly you wanted eachother, half lidded eyes gazing into the other as if missing one moment was not something you could afford.
once fully undressed, sugurus cock laid stiff on your stomach—thick, and leaking, it almost went up to your bellybutton. the phantom feeling of it already making you ache on the inside.
"tell me if anything feels off, okay? we can stop, no questions asked," he spoke carefully, leaning in to press another kiss on your cheek.
"i want you, suguru," you replied, meeting his lips halfway. your heart fluttered for every moment spent together; each one bringing you up to where you are now, with the person that you are with now—who you wouldn't replace even if given a hundred chances.
suguru cradled you in his arms from above, your faces only centimetres apart as the warmth of his bare skin melted into yours. it all felt so real—so much like the reality you've craved since long before you've even admitted.
your breath hitched once he pushed in. the gentle, yet overwhelming feeling of his tip slipping in past your folds was intoxicating; how you stretched around his length, so slowly it let you discern every ridge and curve of him.
getting lost in you wouldn't be a difficult task for suguru, who could already feel himself slip away more and more with every inch buried. his lips parted, face beautifully framed by the silken black hair flowing—such an alluring look for someone whose heart nearly stopped working the second he had you so perfectly wrapped around him.
barely halfway in, suguru stopped; his thumb brushing over your flushed cheek so lightly one could believe he was afraid to hurt you. his violet gaze searched for yours, a silent request for confirmation.
"it's okay, you can move," you smiled, voice breathy and soft. the sudden stop made you squeeze around him, eager for more.
hushed moans left you once suguru began moving again. your hands found their place holding onto his back, while your legs stayed hooked around his waist. the angle made your abs tighten, each thrust measured so that it swept over your most sensitive spots. surges of pleasure spread through you like wildfire, your thighs starting to tremble thanks to the continuous build up.
sugurus breath faltered, low pants falling off his lips as he eased into the pace. he couldn't rush, not when savouring you was so much more compelling. the sound of your voice only spurred him on, feeling himself twitch within your sopping walls just by hearing it.
each collision was accompanied by quiet plap!, leaving behind strings of slick catching in between your bodies. your thighs wrapped tighter around his waist, pulling him in closer before meeting his lips in a kiss. you let yourself be guided by him, too absorbed in the rising pleasure to even think.
suguru felt the change in the air; how your chest heaved, how you pulled him closer and kissed his lips. you took him apart, piece by piece. and made him fall into his urges and hasten his rhythm.
"shit—suguru, feels s—so good," you choked out a whimper, digging your nails harder into his back and making him hiss.
you were both driven by hunger and desperation, drunk on the pleasure searing beneath your skin. the kiss quickly escalated to a point where you couldn't get enough of eachother; tongues clashing and lips bitten.
"kept me waiting all that time—" he rasped into your mouth, accentuating each word with a sharper, almost punishing thrust, "fuck—can't stay away from you."
suguru pulled away first, pushing himself higher until his necklaces dangled above your face. nothing could make him take his eyes off you right now; he was entranced, feeding on the reactions painted all over your face.
louder, helpless moans ripped from your chest, mirroring the frantic rhythm of sugurus hips as he slammed into you. his cock split you open again and again, reaching so deep it made the coil in your belly feel as if it could snap at any moment.
you were dazed—neither of you coherent enough to say anything but eachothers names like a prayer. your body felt as if it were on fire, tense and overpowered by the feeling of your high approaching. you searched to press your face into the pillows, embarrassment flooding as your expression twisted in pleasure.
sugurus elbows were perched on either side of your head now, his hands cupping your cheeks and setting your gaze back on to him. "don't hide, need to see you—fuck, please baby," he pled, his voice uncharacteristically needy and soft.
"mmphh—oh my," you gasped, holding on to him tighter.
"gonna cum, pretty girl? yeah?" he panted. his pace was faltering, sloppy even; yet his cock still managed to slip in and out of your cunt so effortlessly, hitting every spot that mattered as if it were his only motivation. "gonna cum together, right? gonna let me feel that perfect pussy cum on my cock?" suguru slurred his words, eyebrows knit as he slammed into you praying he won't cum before you.
to say that suguru was in a state of bliss was an understatement; his mind was reeling, faded so that all he knew was the feeling of getting swept away by the currents of pleasure—with you as the anchor pulling him to the very bottom. he didn't mind it, though; suguru would gladly get swallowed by the ocean if it meant you being there to witness it—after all, you were the one able to give him air as well as take it.
and less could not be said about you, either. delirium flooded your mind, magnifying every touch with breathtaking intensity. you held on to suguru as he were the only thing keeping you alive right now, the threads of his being getting woven into the back of your mind and patching up spots you thought you've long forgotten.
he made you feel whole again; replacing the dimmed out light for a fire raging in your chest—stirring and spreading throughout your entire body until it consumed you from the inside out, making you shake and writhe beneath him.
"suguru—" you gasped as he leaned in until your foreheads touched, shattered breaths colliding as intimacy enveloped you. a few long, deep drags of his cock were all it took before getting pushed over the edge, your walls clamping and leaking down his length while he continued to drive into your dripping warmth, dragging out your orgasm.
"mine—mine, all mine," suguru whispered it like a chant, almost like he couldn't believe it still. it made you clench tightly around him, and that was enough to make him gasp as the air was cut from his lungs, "fuck, i love you so—haah."
you were up in your own head, dazed—hearing, but not listening to what suguru had said. whatever piece of you comprehended his words could do nothing but return the emotion, and you found those very same syllables slipping from your lips, unable to stop them.
"i—i love you too, suguru," you sounded breathless, and despite his craving to mark you fully, he pulled out—cock pulsing with each reliving spill of white, hot cum painting your stomach. his eyes were screwed shut, chest heaving and gleaming with sweat as he stroked himself, letting the last spurts of pleasure trickle down his flared tip.
strands of hair clung to his forehead as the rest cascaded down his back—it was a heavenly sight. but as the fog began to clear from your mind, it left you wandering the sharp, gutting edge of reverie, replaying those words in your head, unsure whether or not to blame your imagination.
the feeling of suguru using a damp cloth to wipe down the mess on your lower half is what snapped you out of your trance-like state. after sliding back into his boxers, he found his way next to your frame once more.
"you okay?" suguru asked softly as your eyes met, opening his embrace to welcome you in his arms. you nodded with a subtle smile, creeping up next to him. the following moments dragged out slower than ever, and you almost hated how comfortable you felt nonetheless; lithe hands caressing the side of your face, his lips pressed against the top of your head.
suguru picked up on your unusual silence though, and you felt the weight of his gaze, "what's going on?" he spoke lowly, brushing your hair with his fingers.
"did you mean it?" you replied, quicker than you meant. you weren't sure what to expect—whether your wishful expectations got the better of you, or that worry stirred in your gut unnecessarily.
the corner of his lips twisted upwards, inducing your undoing, "did you?"
his answer only made you feel more reluctant, scared even. you want to push it away and deem it as overthinking.
you want to trust the way suguru holds your beating heart in his hands.
you love him.
"suguru," you urged.
the ghost of a smile traced his pierced lips as he breathed out, the sound almost blending with the silence, "you know, i didn't have much hope the first time i approached you… much less the second, or even the third," suguru laughed, "you made me lose whatever speck was left of it."
"and yet i couldn't find myself away from you." his voice was laced with honesty, and you visibly sharpened your focus at those words.
"i wanted to know more about you, the reason why you steer everyone away when you're the most captivating person in every room."
your voice seemed stuck in your throat, and your breath hitched once suguru held your face in his hands and kissed your cheek, "i loved how bold you are," then the other, "i loved how funny, and sweet you really are," then pressed another kiss to your forehead, "and how you totally hated me." heat rose up in your cheeks as you both giggled at that, suguru looking at you as if bewitched.
then finally, his lips met yours in a short, tender kiss that spoke of nothing but devotion.
"and i love you."
your pulse quickened, just enough to make you crave more, to lean in and kiss him again—deeper, slowing time down just to let you savour this moment and etch it in your mind. "i love you, suguru," you replied, nearly out of breath.
a teasing smile spread on suguru's face, "mmh, when did you get so romantic?
"don't push your luck," you giggled.
oh, he wouldn't dream of it, not when everything felt so right. not when you looked at him like he was the only one for you.
the sense of fulfilment lived fiercely behind suguru's ribs, joy powering each frantic beat of his heart even after the shared moments of sincerity. you couldn't have said otherwise about yourself either, or deny the subtle pep in your step only suguru was keen enough to notice as you walked down the stairs to the first floor of the house.
the music died down, only a few, small groups of people remaining throughout the space, but none worth spending the rest of your night with.
that wasn't up to you though.
but to a very wild and wasted gojo.
you heard him long before you actually saw him. even after you and suguru had retreated to a quieter corner of the kitchen to enjoy your drinks, the sheer volume of his voice cut right through the distance.
"yo, suguru!" gojo's lips twist into a grin; he was adressing your boyfriend, yet looking at you, "looks like you got my money's worth!"
your eyebrows knit together, skeptical of what he meant. suguru's hand tightened unconsciously around your waist as he replied to the white haired man, "not the time," he retorted.
"why not, huh?" gojo laughed, feet dragging heavy as he walked closer.
people attention's been drawn like a moth to a flame by now, dozens of pairs of eyes watching the scene unfold. you've never liked gojo, he was arrogant and obnoxious, and right now, you were unaware whether or not to pay any mind to the word of a drunk like him.
"go away, man. you're drunk," suguru shot at him, echoing your thoughts as he strode over to hook his arm around gojo's neck, trying to guide him away. why was he so disturbed by his friend's presence?
"i'm gooood," gojo slurred, "how 'bout you, geto? you good? you get laid yet?"
you grimaced.
"or are you still playing house with her?"
gojo wasn't hiding in any way with what he said. he wanted you to hear.
your chest felt tight all of a sudden, heavy with the weight of disbelief—but one look at suguru was all you needed to confirm what you've heard.
his eyes were wide, locked with yours—though the image was growing blurrier by the second. murmuring a quiet "get the hell out of here," to gojo as he pushed him away, his steps were adamant on his way over to you.
you wanted to dissappear; to slap him and just ask him for an explanation all at once. everything played back in your mind again—'playing house'? suguru being next to you right all thanks to gojo's pretty dime?
you felt like a joke.
"hey—look, i can explain," suguru tried, reaching to hold your hands. his voice was low, laced with obvious shame.
you slapped his hands away before he could finish, "explain what, huh? that he paid you to take me out?" you exclaimed, trying not to let your voice crack or your tears fall.
you could feel your composure fraying the longer you had him in your sight. you'd never seen suguru this way before; sharp eyes now filled with worry, expression burdened by remorse—a facade you were done falling for.
"just—please, let's get out of here so i—" suguru caught onto the sides of your arms as you tried to leave.
you rushed through the crowd, shoving past bodies without a second thought. every collision echoed with their mocking laughter and pity. you've never really noticed suguru in your class before or around campus, but now it as if he were taking up the whole room, suffocating you.
it was too much for you to fully process. your knees felt weak with the thought of being used. your throat tight with all the lies you've consumed.
"i love you."
nothing but a cruel joke.
the fresh air did little to nothing to ground you, it turning to cotton in your lungs when you'd heard suguru's sickening voice call you. tears threaten to spill the more you acknowledge the part of you that craves only an explanation, a possibility that any of what you'd heard was a made up lie.
despite everything, suguru still knew you well enough to read you. every expression, every word, or moment of silence—engraved in his mind as if it were something vital.
so how could he bear to lose you?
"i wasn't intrested in any money, they're not the reason i'm here right now, okay?" suguru spoke up, doubt making his voice waver.
you scoffed, a swift pause before you replied, gaze still hesitant on meeting his. "what's the reason then, sleeping with me? congrats on that."
suguru shook his head mindlessly as he stepped closer to you. the warmth he saw in you not long ago, now replaced by a callousness he didn't want to recognise.
"my reason is that i love you," he said firmly, "and i regret what i did—but i'm thankful it brought me here, with you." a fleeting spark lit up your eyes for a second, but it was short lived; flashes of your moments together shot through your mind, each kiss, each worthless "i love you", each lie you've only now come to realise—it just made you angrier, weaker.
"i have a hard time believing you, suguru," your voice was soft, but there was no mistaking the bitterness and emotion behind it. "if you loved me, then i wouldn't feel used right now—or lied to, or ashamed of myself for not seeing through your selfish games,"
suguru kept his gaze averted, unable to look at you. your words cut through his defenses like shards of glass, shattering his delusions and forcing him to face the cold reality—you were right.
you knew spending anymore time in this moment would only end up with you acting like none of this has ever happened. but god, you wanted that; for someone to pop up from out of nowhere and say it's been a joke.
however, the only joke right now was you thinking that you could forgive suguru.
"and i fucking hate you for it," you ended sharply.
you wish that were true.
you could act tough all you want, but it wouldn't change the truth. a single tear was caught in the dimlight, slipping down your cheek as you finally turned away, leaving suguru exactly where he stood—no concrete apology given or trying to stop you.
he didn't deserve you,
but suguru loved every face of who you are. he would've happily spent his forever with the witty, sharp tongued side of you—but losing the real you left a hollow ache he never imagined he'd have to bear.
dealer!shoko, who always gives you pretty girl discounts. the prices were always so high, but for you, all she wanted was a simple kiss from those pretty lips of yours. just a small peck, and she’d be happy. often, she’d even blush, but you’d always pretend not to notice.
"you're my favorite customer, you know that? prettiest girl i've ever seen."
dealer!shoko, who can't keep her fucking hands off of you. grabbing at you like you'll melt away if she doesn't. tugging at your clothes then getting frustrated and ripping them off. ignoring your annoyance.
"i'll buy you more. shut up."
dealer!shoko, who always has a lit blunt resting between her lips as she fucks you. one hand presses firmly against the back of your neck, keeping you steady while she hits your weak spot over and over again. her other hand grips the soft flesh of your ass, squeezing so hard you're sure it'll bruise.
"this is what you wanted right? to be fucked like the little slut you are?"
dealer!shoko, who loves to overstimulate you— making you ride her fingers while she presses a vibrator to your clit. the way you'd shake above her, eyes rolling back as her fingers toy with your nipples. drool spills down your tits as you cry out from the mixture of pain and pleasure.
"s-sho, it’s t-too much."
"come on, sweetheart. just one for me, okay?"
dealer!shoko, who's in a daze whenever you ride her strap, drooling all over herself as she watches the way it slides in and out of your cunt. the slick coating on the strap, combined with the way you clench around it, drives her up a wall. her hands grip your waist, guiding your hips up and down, back and forth.
"you look so pretty on top, baby. why don’t you be a good girl and make a beautiful mess for me to clean up?"
dealer!shoko, who loves watching you fall apart, turning you into a mindless, trembling mess, using her fingers and mouth to push you past your limits— again and again and again.
✦Clark Masterlist - Read on aO3! - Main Masterlist✦
✦summary: all week, clark's been acting strange. he won't go near you, won't look at you, and by friday he's vanished all together. everyone seems to know why but you. but nothing's going to keep you away from him. not for that long.✦
✦warnings/tags: friends to lovers, secret identity shenanigans, emotional angst, fluff, sex pollen, sex pollen level smut, a little plot for the porn (male masturbation, manhandling, clark's feral, emotional sex, dry humping, blowjobs and facefucking, dumbification, dirty talk, sensitive reader, finger sucking, clark gets nasty, body worship, crazy overstimulation, sex pollen stamnia, fingering, oral f!recieving, begging, praise kink, monster dick clark, he fucks like a machine, breeding kink), no use of y/n, no descrption of reader✦
✦wc: 10.5k✦
✦author's note: request and voted fic! i got. real horny with it✦
Clark has been acting strange all week.
He got into work on Monday with a red face, and you didn’t question it. He runs everywhere. It’s a little ridiculous he doesn’t have a red face more.
“Want some water?” You’d tapped on his desk, and he’d let out a sharp breath.
“Yeah.” His voice had been strangely rough, his glasses almost slipping off his nose. “Water- Water would be nice. Thank you.
He hadn’t looked you in the eyes.
Not when you brought the water to his desk, or for the rest of the day. When you got in the next morning, he was already at his desk, but didn’t do more than mumble a good morning. His shoulders had squared and rippled, when you’d walked past.
You’d gone to the bathroom, and made sure you didn’t reek of something rancid. Maybe there was a sulfur leak in your apartment and you’d just gotten used to it. Maybe you’d stepped in dog poop on the train and no one’s told you.
“Do I smell bad?” You’d asked Jimmy, and he’d looked at you like your were crazy.
“I don’t know? I don’t go around smelling people like a- A serial killer-“
“I’m not asking you to smell me like a serial killer.” You’d hissed, leaning down to block him in his chair. “I’m asking you to smell me like a friend, Lois smells me all the time-“
Jimmy had eyed you suspiciously. “If this is some weird mating dance, I’m not interested-‘
“It’s not a mating dance!”
“It seems like a mating dance-“
“It’s not-“ You’d shaken your head. “Just stop being a fucking pussy and smell me!”
Someone had cleared their throat behind you. Jimmy’s eyes had widened, fixed right over your shoulder, and you’d known who it was before you turned.
You know that low, controlled sound. You know the rush that his attention brings, and the shiver up your spine whenever he’s close. You close your eyes tight, breathing through your nose, and turn to Clark with a plastered smile.
“Hi, Clark! No one was trying to smell anyone-“
You cut yourself off when you see him. You almost forget how to speak.
He’s a wreck. Curly hair is plastered to his brow, his white button up is more sweat stains than dry spots, and there’s a vein pushing out of his neck that seems painful. His glasses keep trying to slip off his nose, and he’s shifting like even just standing is uncomfortable. He’s pale and red all at once, ruddy in his face and paper white in his fists. The flush deepens near his neck, and returns to his arms right before the cut off of his rolled up sleeves. He’s breathing through his mouth.
His eyes are black, and gleaming.
You scramble away from Jimmy, yanking yourself back from going to press a hand to Clark’s brow.
Clark takes a jagged, stumbling step back.
You look back to Jimmy, and he gives you a tight shake of his head. He doesn’t know what to do either. You’ve never seen Clark with so much as a paper cut, and now it looks like he needs a hospital.
“Hey, buddy.” Jimmy tries, voice soft. Like he’s speaking to a feral animal. “You feeling alright?”
Clark jerks his head to Jimmy, and his nostrils flare. Like he’d almost forgotten Jimmy was there.
Jimmy leans back. And you know he doesn’t mean to. It’s Clark. The softest, sweetest heart you know, shoved into a giant’s body.
But like this, Clark doesn’t look like a man. He looks like something that’s crawled out of your darkest wet dream. Like something that should be in the sky, fighting Superman. With the black eyes and sudden, jagged movements, he looks like an animal.
He looks dangerous.
And he doesn’t respond right away. Clark stares at Jimmy, breathing heavily, then squeezes his eyes shut. You and Jimmy exchange another worried look. If he’s been corrupted by something—in this world, you can’t rule anything out—and he attacks, you’re not sure you can fight him off. Emotionally or physically. Clark’s huge, he’d crush Jimmy with one fist and you’d be nothing but an annoying fly to be swatted across the room.
But whatever’s going on with Clark, he seems to drag it under control. He opens his eyes, and a thin ring of blue is back.
“I’m fine.” He rasps, staring at Jimmy. “Just- Didn’t sleep well. You know.”
Jimmy blinks. “No, uh- I don’t-“
Clark looks at you.
And you could swear the blue flickers, when your eyes meet.
“You smell good.” He mutters.
He turns like something’s dragging him, and walks away. You and Jimmy stand there for about three more minutes—in total baffled silence—before Jimmy’s mouth falls open.
“What the fuck is up with him?”
Nobody seems to be sure.
On Tuesday, he seems a little better. He eats lunch with you. Wheels his chair next to yours like usual while he’s editing, because you always catch typos he misses, and he’s a good reporter but not the best writer.
“You can’t use that word here.” You tap his laptop screen. He frowns.
“There are no other words I could use, though-“
“Corrupt?”
“But- Oh.” He sighs, hitting backspace. “See? That’s why you’re the expert.”
You laugh softly, and Clark gives you his usual small, almost shy smile.
“How’s your piece coming?” He asks kindly—always kindly—and you groan.
“Dogshit.”
“I’m sure it’s not that bad-“
“My main source backed out.” You grumble. “Like a little baby bitch. I can’t make this level of accusations again LuthorCorp without a source, it’s asking for a defamation lawsuit, and after the last one Perry would kill me-“
“But you won the last one.” Clark frowns, and you give him a pointed look.
“Yeah. Because I had a source.”
“Ah. Right.” He pauses, pushing his glasses slowly up his nose.
You watch the movement as subtly as possible. You love it when he does that. It’s a tiny, adorable quirk that makes you want to rip his hand away and push them up yourself.
“What if I said I have a source for you?” He asks softly, and you perk up.
“Really?”
“Yeah, really.” He grins. “You know, I’d think you’d have faith in me, I wouldn’t lie about that-“
“Shut up, I’m excited-“
“I can tell.” He boops your nose, and you stick your tongue out at him.
He does that all the time. He says you get a bunny nose when you’re excited about something, and then you hit him because nothing about you is bunny like.
Sometimes you say that, and he chuckles.
You have no idea. He mutters under his breath.
And sometimes he hits your nose, and your breath hitches because he touched you.
Today you keep it under control.
It’s Clark that freezes. Coughs and goes red, wheeling his chair an inch back. You frown at him, ready to ask what’s wrong, but he shakes his head like he’s already denying you an answer.
“It’s- Uh- Superman.”
You blink. “What?”
“Superman can be your source.” He grunts, shifting in his chair. “I can ask him to. For you.”
“I- You don’t have to.”
“I want to.”
“I can find someone else-“
“No, I- I’ve got it.”
He stares at you. You stare back, heart swelling with something sweeter than you usually allow it to feel.
You’re used to your feelings for Clark. You try not to think about them, especially not in his presence. There’s no amount of love you’d risk your friendship for.
But he makes that rule hard to follow sometimes. When he starts being stupidly perfect.
You smile at him, wide and unrestrained. “Thank you.”
He nods—tight and jerked—stares for a long, long moment. He shoots to his feet.
“I have to go to the bathroom!” He announces to the whole bullpen.
Clark sprints away. Jimmy gives you a questioning look, and you shake your head.
He doesn’t come back for an hour. When he does, his face is wholly red again.
He’s back to not looking you in the eyes. Back to looking so sick you’re worried he might be going feral.
And you have no idea what to do.
Lois gets back on Wednesday, and the first thing she says to you is What’s up with Smallville? Perry corners you at your desk to ask if you’ve got any idea what’s Clark’s been up to that might be doing this to him. Steve loudly jokes that everyone should be placing bets on when Clark passes out. Cat keeps trying to bring him tea—a thin guise so she can suggest home remedies to whatever super hangover he has—and Clark always drinks it with shaking hands.
He listens to all her suggestions without interrupting, but whenever Jimmy suggests Urgent Care—you’ve given up on trying to get him to the ER—Clark grunts a sound like no and won’t hear another word.
You’re getting really worried. Everyone gets sick, but Clark’s always talking about his very good immune system.
And nobody gets sick like this. Legally, Perry should be making him go home, but no one can get close enough to confirm a fever, and it’s somehow not effecting his work performance.
“Clark.” You sit on the edge of his desk, keeping your voice soft. “You need to go to a doctor.”
His whole body locks up. His fingers freeze on his keyboard, and he bows his head like he’s in prayer.
“Clark-“
“Please.” He says, so quiet you almost miss it. “Back up.”
You blink. “Back up?”
He nods, and there’s a sting in your heart.
He hasn’t asked anyone else to back up.
But you slide off his desk, and take a single step back. Another, when he doesn’t relax from the first.
You clear your throat, tucking your hands behind your back. Clark lets out a heavy, ragged exhale, and looks up.
He still won’t fully meet your gaze. His darkened eyes are fixed right over your head, and you try not to let it hurt more than it already does.
“Clark.” You’ve lost a little bit of nerve. You try not to let him hear it. “The doctor-“
“I don’t need a doctor.” He tells the ceiling, and you sigh.
“You’re sick-“
“No. I’m not.”
“Dude, I- I can feel your fever from here.” The heat, rolling off his body like he’s an active star. “At least just go so they can say you’re not sick.”
He doesn’t answer. You almost take a step forward, before reeling yourself back. He doesn’t want you too close.
“Please?” You say. “It would make all of us feel better.”
That makes him look at you. For just a split second, barely a heartbeat, but long enough.
His eyes go wholly back. He wheels his chair backwards, like there’s something toxic coming off of you that he’s trying to avoid.
And it hurts. It hurts so much your face burns with shame, and your stomach does a sick clench of pain.
It’s never fun, for the man you’ve quietly been in love with for years, to look at you like you’re proximity might kill him.
The only thing that stops you from crying is worry for him.
But that’s not enough to hold back the crack in your voice.
“Clark- Please-“
He shakes his head, jaw clenching. You swallow, and take another step back.
“Oh- Okay. Sorry.”
You turn on your heels. Behind you, Clark rasps your name.
And you look back. You can’t help it.
But all he does is stare at you.
So you walk away.
Clark doesn’t come in on Thursday. Jimmy goes to check on him, but won’t report back on what he finds. When he gets back to the office, his face is bloodless and eyes wider than an owl.
“Is he-“
“He’s not sick.” Jimmy stares at you like you’re a ghost. “He’s- Um- We should- Give him space.”
You frown. “But-“
“Lots of space.” Jimmy mutters under his breath, already walking away. “And maybe me some bleach. Freakin’- Gross-“
Lois comes up next to you, watching Jimmy head into the bathroom. You’re wringing your hands, lips pressed in a painfully tight line, and Lois grabs your wrists.
“Don’t go visit him.”
You shoot her a glare. “I wasn’t going to-“
“Yes, you were.” She raises her brows. “Don’t.”
“But-“
“Don’t.”
“What if he needs something-“
“I texted his cousin. She knows what to do.”
“To…” You narrow your eyes, pulling your hands from Lois’ grip. “You know what’s going on with him, don’t you.”
Lois shrugs. “Yeah. Maybe.”
“Lois-“
“He’s going to be fine.” She says, giving you a firm look. “Don’t check on him.”
She walks away without another word.
On Friday, you go to Clark’s apartment.
You don’t go inside. Lois’ voice keeps ringing in your head, and while you’re more than willing to disobey her, it’s the way she’d said it.
Don’t.
His door is right there.
Lois’ voice fills the gaps in city noise. Pointed and direct. Almost hopeless. Like she knew you wouldn’t listen.
Don’t.
You made him soup, because you’re pathetic. He’d left his jacket at work on Wednesday, and you’d brought it home to clean up before returning it. You’d had a whole painted daydream made of pastels and watercolor, where you’d give Clark his jacket, he’d swoon with how romantic that is, and then kiss you.
But like real watercolor, the colors bleed and run. Blur together. It’s too fuzzy a picture to be reality.
You stand at his door. You don’t remember walking inside the building.
Don’t.
But you want to.
Don’t.
He could need someone, what if his cousin was busy, what if he’s been waiting for you to check on him-
Don’t.
Lois’ voice isn’t louder than your heartbeat. But it’s level. And your pulse is erratic in your throat and fingers.
And you keep seeing Clark’s face. Keep thinking of how he’d been stiffer than concrete, until you’d moved away.
He wouldn’t want to see you right now. He’d made that clear.
You put the soup and jacket on the doorstep, and ring the doorbell.
Before Clark can open it, you walk away.
On Saturday, you hole up in your apartment and work.
It’s a distraction. Anything not to think of Clark. To think of how sick he is, how he might be in pain, how he might need help but not from you. How lately he can’t stand to be in the same room as you, and apparently everyone gets to know what’s going on with him except you-
You groan, tipping your head back against the couch.
This is exactly what you’re trying not to think about.
It’s hard, though. Impossibly hard. If only because you open your email, and see a bunch of messages from Clark. You open Teams, and his messages are pinned at the top. You send Jimmy something, and have to include Clark as a contributor. Lois sends you something, and Clark is CC’d.
He’s everywhere. You can’t stop checking your phone for a message, even if Jimmy says he’s basically out of commission. Can’t really do anything right now, he’d grumbled, making a sour face. Too… Sick.
He’d said it weird, but everything about this is weird.
Usually you’d talk to Clark about that.
You miss him.
Goddamnit.
Apparently, you’re very bad at not thinking about Clark.
You busy yourself. Clean the apartment, do the laundry, waste the day, don’t think about Clark.
He gave you this pencil. Let you borrow this sweater, that you’ve been hoarding like a dragon with gold since. Sent you the cheesecake in the back of your fridge as a birthday present, and it had been horrible but you’d kept it anyway.
You lie flat on the floor, and fail not to think about Clark a little more. Maybe you should text him. Just so he knows you’re thinking of him. Or text Lois and ask for his cousin’s number, so you can ask her if he’s okay. Or let the anxiety fully overpower Lois’ voice in your head, and go visit him.
You’re about to go with that last option, when there’s a bang on your window. You shoot up with wide eyes, expecting a massive bird.
Instead you find Superman, standing in your fire escape. It’s hard to see him, in the shadows of dusk. His head is strangely bowed, his shoulders slumped in a way you’ve never seen on TV. Maybe he’s just more casual, when he’s doing home visits.
But why is he home visiting you.
Usually that would freak you out. This week, it’s just another fucking thing.
You open the window slowly, poking your head outside.
“Hello?”
Superman looks up at you, and your mouth goes dry.
He doesn’t look well.
Red and pale face, messed up hair, heaving chest. Clenched fists, sweat-slicken face, blown out eyes with barely a ring of blue-
Like Clark.
Just like Clark.
And it’s not just the ragged appearance. It’s something deeper. It’s the way he’s staring at you like he’s worried you’re going to attack him. Like he’s restraining himself from moving, like you’re a repellant and he wants to fly away.
Or something else.
Without the glasses, there’s something else.
He looks desperate. The shadows on his face look longer. Maybe it’s just the sickness overtaking him, but he looks hungry. Desperate and starved. There’s an openness on his face that wasn’t there before. And he’s not looking at you like he’s afraid or skittish.
He’s looking at you like he’s a predator. Like you’re prey.
“Clark?”
“I’m here for your interview-“
You speak at the same time. Your voice is a breath. Superman—Clark? —pushes out his words like they hurt, and falters in a second.
He stumbles back like he’s been hit. You scramble forward to catch him, your body not worried about anything but Clark is going to fall.
Your hand wraps around his wrist. He makes a deep, rumbling sound from his chest. Almost a growl.
His eyes flutter. He moans out your name, trying to tug weakly away.
“Clark- Wait-“
Superman’s body goes slack, and he collapses in your arms.
At one in the morning on Sunday, too much is happening.
You put Clark—Superman? —in your bed. Took his temperature and dropped the thermometer in shock.
He’s burning at 150 degrees.
He should be dead. You’re not even sure how you touched him without burning up.
The thermometer clatters to the ground, and Clark shifts in his sleep. Groans out a garbled, pained noise that sounds like your name.
You swallow, hugging yourself tight. It’s hard not to reach out to him, but you don’t feel like you should. He hadn’t wanted you near him, and you’ve already crossed a few lines by putting him in your bed.
Then he moans, ripping the thin sheets off his body.
That time it was definitely your name.
Superman moaned your name.
You back out of the room slowly, with an embarrassing amount of effort. You can’t rip your eyes away from him.
Clark in your bed, calling for you and rolling around like a rutting beast. Whatever’s tormenting him isn’t enough to wake him up, but it’s enough to drive you out of your mind. You bite the inside of your cheek, and force yourself to close the door. It solves the looking at him problem.
It does nothing for hearing him.
And he’s loud. You’re lucky the apartments have thick walls between units, or you’d get a noise complaint. Clark is almost howling from his room, and whenever you give into temptation and go to check on him, he’s somehow managed to rip another item of clothing off in his sleep.
It starts with his top. The symbol on his chest gets torn to shreds, revealing a broad, flushed chest. He’s got a small happy trail. Muscles that you want to trace, and boobs that might be bigger than yours.
Your eyes wander to his abdomen. There’s a happy trail that leads down, down, down, and-
Oh.
That’s… Big.
You slam the door closed, and run back to the kitchen. Cold water does nothing against the heat building in your core. You splash it on your face and drink two glasses, but you might as well be downing sea salt. You’re thirstier than when you started.
The image seems to be burned behind your eyes. Clark’s bulge. Superman’s bulge.
You still haven’t really dealt with that.
Clark is Superman. Superman is Clark. You’re sure. You’ve spent the last hour on the couch, sketching out timelines and checking your work. The random disappearances in the middle of the day. How you’ve never seen him get drunk. The fact that he’s built like a Greek god but never works out, and whenever Jimmy asks him for a routine he just says grow up on a farm.
And be a Kryptonian. That would probably also help.
To be sure—you have to be positive, before Superman wakes up and you start throwing around accusations—you cut out a pair of paper glasses and build up all your courage.
When you step into your room, it hits you like a tidal wave. The smell of sex, sweat and cum and something deeper. Clark’s ripped off his tights, and apparently the outside boxers are the only thing he’d been using for cover.
You don’t let yourself look. Your traitorous eyes try to, but you refuse to glance past his thick thighs. You won’t violate him like that. You’re here for confirmation, and nothing else.
Carefully, you wipe the sticky hair from Clark’s brow. His whole body shudders under your light touch, and he bucks up to chase your fingers when you pull away. A deep whine escapes from his lips, and you swallow.
Dear lord.
Very, very slowly, you put the paper glasses on his nose. He wrinkles it, trying to buck them off, but you plant a hand on his chest.
You don’t mean to. You move before you can think.
Clark relaxes. His body goes slack like putty, save for a single hand flying to your wrist, holding tight.
He could break you. He’s Superman. You’ve watched—albeit from afar—him pick up whole buildings. But his touch on you is light, as if you’re glass. His jaw relaxes. A purr rumbles under your hand, and his thumb starts to trace small circles.
You stare at him, every logical thought in your head evaporating in the heat of the room. The glasses confirmed exactly what you wanted them to.
Clark is Superman,
And somehow, that’s the least important thing that’s happening right now.
His brow is unfurrowed, his mouth hanging open as he pants out your name.
“Clark?” You breathe, and he moans.
This time, he calls your name. His eyes flutter in his sleep, and his hand starts to move. Dragging yours down his chest. Over his pecs, his ribs, to his abdomen and-
You yank away with a squeak, when you realize. Clark whines, immediately seizing up the second you pull away.
He looks like he’s in pain. Your touch helped, and he’d liked it, and-
No. You can’t. You won’t. You’re stronger than that, and he’s not in his right mind. Whatever’s effecting him—whatever’s strong enough to effect Superman—can’t be letting him think clearly. It would be one thing if he asked. Another to touch him in his sleep, just because he’d moved your hand there. He probably doesn’t even know it’s you.
But he’d been calling your name. He’s calling your name right now.
The steam of the room is getting to your head. You stumble away, squeezing your eyes shut when Clark keens in pain.
If you weren’t such a masochist, you’d put in earbuds to avoid hearing him. But he keeps calling your name.
And you’re not that strong at all.
Clark wakes up at four in the morning. You haven’t even managed to close your eyes.
You’re so dazed from the everything that you don’t hear him coming. You just realize the moans have stopped, and hear a quiet mumble of your name.
When you turn, Clark’s standing in the door of the living room.
He’s naked.
Fully naked.
And this time, you’re too tired stop your eyes from wandering.
He’s glorious. It’s not just the muscle and size of him, it’s all Clark. How his flexing arms are the ones that catch up when you stumble over yourself, and his legs are the ones that bring you coffee in the morning. Those fisted hands hold your hair back when you’re sick and boop your nose. His tense knees bump against yours under almost every table, and his chest keeps you tucked safely away from the world whenever you have a meltdown.
But it’s also the muscle and size of him. He looks wound up, so tight you’re worried he may snap. The coat of sweat on his skin is begging to be licked off, and his thick arms could wrap around your neck and you wouldn’t complain.
And his cock.
You don’t know how he manages to walk around with that thing. It’s bigger than the toys you’ve seen in shops, bigger than the ones in porn that have to be fake, bigger than the lewdest drawings on the internet. Thick and veiny, hard and standing proud. His balls are heavy, and you kind of want to put them in your mouth. Every inch of him is slicked with cum, and you realize you just licked your lips far too late.
Clark clears his throat. You look up with burning cheeks and wide eyes.
“Clark, I- I’m so sorry-“
“Don’t.” He mutters, shifting on his feet. You can see his arms jerking wildly. Like he’s actively stopping them from moving. “I’m the one that should be sorry, I- I shouldn’t have come here.”
He winces at his own word choice, rubbing a stain of release on his thigh. He’d been humping the sheets all night. You’d heard the squeak of the mattress, and-
“I broke your bed.” He mumbles, not meeting your gaze. “I’ll fix it when- This passes.”
“Clark-“
“Stop saying it like that.”
You blink. Clark takes a deep breath, and looks up at you.
His eyes are shining. You can’t tell if it’s with frustration, or sadness, or that something else.
“Please don’t say my name. Like that, or- At all.” His throat bobs. “It makes everything very hard.”
Your lips twitch, and you glance back to his dick. He sighs.
“Yeah. I know. There are only so many words I can use, you know.”
You laugh softly, despite everything.
Clark grabs the doorframe with a groan. It cracks under his hands, and he won’t stop staring at you,.
“Don’t laugh either.”
“I- I’m sorry-“
“And don’t apologize, or- Or look at me-“
He cuts himself off with a long moan, and you fix your gaze very pointedly on the ceiling.
“Cla-“ You cut yourself off. “Should I call you Superman?”
“No- That- That’s weird-“
“Kal-El?”
“Worse.” He grunts, and you sigh.
“I need to be able to call you something.”
“It would be better if you didn’t talk, actually.”
That makes you glare at him. He winces, face scrunching in apology.
“No, not- Not like that-“
“Not like what-“
“It’s just, when you talk-“
“It’s hard?” You snap, and you don’t know why you’re so mad all of a sudden. Maybe it’s how you haven’t slept in almost two days.
It’s probably that. But also, something needs to break. If Clark just Supermans away after everything, you’re going to kill him.
“Please don’t sat that word.” Clark mumbles, and you shake your head.
“No. I’m going to talk, and you’re going to listen and give me answers.”
“I- I don’t think that’s a good idea-“
“You don’t get to decide what’s a good idea right now, boner-boy.”
He wrinkles his nose. “That… Doesn’t seem fair.”
“Maybe, but you know what’s also not fair?” You cross your arms over your chest, raising your chin. “Ignoring your best friend for a week, then showing up with a fever and- And magic boner then telling her to shut up!”
“I didn’t tell you to shut up-“
“You said I shouldn’t talk.”
“I said it would be better if you didn’t talk.” He mumbles, staring at the floor. “That’s not the same-“
“Shut up.”
“Sorry.”
The wall cracks further. You wrinkle your nose.
“You better fix the wall, Kent.”
“I will. ‘M sorry-“
“Stop apologizing to me, and just- Just tell me what’s wrong!”
You take a step forward. Clark shrinks back, but doesn’t move away.
“You’re not allowed to- To be mad.” He glances up under his lashes, and lets out another labored sigh. “Be more mad.”
That’s not promising, but your worry outweighs your anger. You nod, watching him expectantly. He closes his eyes, like he can’t bear to see your reaction.
“You know kryptonite?”
You blink. “Of course I know kryptonite, I don’t live under a rock.”
“Right. Well,” he coughs. “There’s, uh- This thing. Called red kryptonite. And it does… Weird things. To me. And other Kryptonians. Which is just Kara- My cousin- I think you’d like her-“
“Clark.”
“Sorry- Sorry.” He groans. You can trace a bead of sweat down his brow.
“Red kryptonite?” You prompt, softer than before.
His cock twitches. You try not think about it.
“I got exposed to some.” He mumbles. “Last weekend. And it never does the same thing twice, but usually it’s something like… Shrinking me. Flipping my personality, or giving me an extra power or curse or- Once it turned me into a fish-“
“It what-“
“I got better.” He says quickly. “But it’s usually immediate. This wasn’t. I- I even hoped I got lucky. That it wasn’t going to effect me at all. Then I got into the office on Monday, and saw you, and…”
He trails off, words hanging in the air.
Saw you.
You activated the red kryptonite in him.
There’s a very reasonable guess to what it’s doing. You still need to hear him say it, before you do something about it.
“What happened when you saw me?” You breathe, and he gives you a pleading look.
Makes a loose gesture to his erection. You bite back a smile. He’s going to need talking into this.
“Clark.” You say gently, and he groans.
“Please don’t make me say it.”
You give him a look, and he turns even redder than before. Stares down at his feet like a scolded child. It’s almost adorable, while also remaining impossibly hot.
“It’s very… Demanding.” He mumbles. “About certain things that I would like to do. And it is very particular about who I need to do it with. But- I can’t ask that of you-“
“Can’t you?”
Your question is quiet. You know he’ll hear you.
And Clark’s head snaps up, his jaw hanging open. He shakes his head.
“You- You can’t mean that-“
“Why not?”
You take a small step forward. Clark grabs the other side of the door way, tracking your every movement with that predatory focus.
“I’d like to.” You murmur. He grunts.
“You don’t have to pity me-“
“It’s not pity.”
He chuckles dryly. “Feels like it. I know you don’t- That’s not how you feel-“
“Who says it’s not how I feel?”
You fix him with a challenging glare, and Clark swallows.
“Uhh… Steve?”
You scoff. “Steve’s been trying to ask me out for three years, of course he’d tell you that.”
Clark shakes his head, his whole body trembling.
You’ve stopped a foot away. More than close enough for him to grab you. But he has to make that final step himself.
“I- I could hurt you.” He says, giving you that puppy look.
You shrug. “I like being hurt a little.”
His cock jumps. He doubles over, and you’re a little worried he’s going to break your whole apartment if he doesn’t move soon.
“Clark.” You whisper, taking a small step forward. “I trust you. And I- I want this. I want you.”
“No, you-“
“Don’t tell me what I feel.”
He shuts his mouth, still giving you that desperate look. You want to soothe him, but you just hold your ground.
“Will it hurt you?” You ask. “If you ignore it?”
He nods, tight and controlled.
You steel yourself, even as your nerves start to buzz.
Not with fear.
With excitement.
“Then use me.” You whisper, holding his darkened gaze. “Please.”
And Clark snaps.
He kisses you so hard you stumble. Knees buckle as Clark’s fevered lips overtake yours, and your startled squeal only lets him kiss you deeper. Your fingers fly out for something to hold onto, and find only the air.
Clark picks you up like you’re made of feathers, and there’s something steady about there being no ground at all.
If you were in your right mind, you’d think something about free fall and having no worry if there’s nowhere for impact. If you can only be caught.
But you’re not in your right mind. Because Clark isn’t kissing you like a kiss.
He’s inhaling you, and it’s already lighting you on fire.
There’s a thick arm wrapped around your waist, the other holding your back. A hand wrapped around your neck, angling him to kiss as deeply as he wants. His tongue presses over yours as he walks himself backwards.
You push back, and he moans. It’s the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard.
Clark’s back hits the wall, his legs sinking slightly as you make out. Nothing in his hold on you falters. If anything, it tightens. Like even with your open mouth moving against each other, there’s no way he can get close enough.
You respond to everything he gives you. Clark squeezes the back of your neck lightly, and you hum happily, smiling into the kiss. He grunts, when you thread your fingers through his hair.
He sinks further down, kisses turning short and desperate. He sucks on your lower lip, nipping softly and hauling you further up his body. Your nails dig into his scalp, and he drops his arm on your waist to grab your ass.
“Clark-“
“So- Sorry-“ He groans, and you can feel him rolling beneath you, trying to get himself back under control. “You’re just- So pretty, and- And soft, and-“
He drops fully to the floor, and you start slightly when he rips his mouth from yours, before burying his face in your neck.
“Smell so good.” He almost whines. “So good.”
You take a deep breath, trying to collect yourself. You’re the sane one right now. The Clark beneath you is still your Clark, but he’s also a man who’s in a fugue state of lust. Not the mild, usually level headed, noble little dork you love.
Clark whines, when you run your nails gently against the back of his neck. He’s almost shaking, kissing and sucking on your neck like he can’t even help himself. You don’t think he can.
It makes sense why he was avoiding you. This would’ve been quite the HR violation in the copy room.
“It’s okay.” You coo, kissing the side of his head. “You can take what you need, Clark, I told you I want it-“
“You- You can’t-“
“Don’t tell me what I get to want-“
“No, you can’t.” He detaches himself from your neck, going completely still. His grip on your hips is bruising.
You don’t mind at all.
“I’ll hurt you.” He mutters, and you sigh.
“We talked about this-“
“I’ll hurt you.” He squeezes his eyes shut, over pouncing each word, and you stare at him for a moment.
You shift in his lap, trying to peer closer, and he hisses. His fingers dig into your sides, and his head slowly bows against your chest. Licking and kissing softly, as if he can’t physically stand to be that far from you.
And you feel it.
The literal alien cock pressing against your ass. You’d think was a stick if you didn’t know better.
Oh.
Right.
Clark must hear the way your heartbeat picks up, and put it together. He sighs, warm breath tickling over your breasts.
“I need to get you ready.”
You swallow. “I- I’m pretty-“ You can feel your heartbeat in your cunt, and there’s the familiar tingling ache that’s always a good sign. “I feel pretty ready-“
Clark grunts. “Not ready enough.”
“How do you know-“
“Nose.”
“Nose- Oh.” You flush. He can smell your arousal. “But that’s a good thing, right-“
“Not enough.”
He seems reduced to short worded grunts. You’re not faring much better, but there’s also a massive man below you that can’t stop sucking around your tits.
“Can you… Always smell me?” You manage to ask, and he hums.
That’s his agreement hum.
Your jaw drops.
“Are you serious-“
“I can’t help it.”
“You- You could wear nose plugs-“
“No. Like it too much.”
Your thighs squeeze, those deep words shooting straight to your cunt, and Clark groans.
“You- Can’t move-“
“You should move-“
“Won’t hurt you.” He grunts, like he’s making a vow. “Just- Need a second.”
You let out a slow breath, looking up to the ceiling. The idea comes faster than you want to admit, but you’re desperate.
“You were better when you woke up.” You say causally, stroking your fingers through his hair. “Lucid.”
Clark grunts. You smile at the air.
“You came in bed last night.”
He stiffens slightly. “Wet dream.”
“About who?”
You feel the ghost of a smile, against your chest. “You’re very… Mouthy. Like this.”
And you’ve been told that before. But something about the way Clark says it—like something he’s measuring, a note he’s jotting down for a piece—makes you feel all glowy and stupid inside.
“Wow. Mouthy.” You tease. “Not very polite, Clark.”
“There are other words I could’ve used for it.” He mumbles, and you giggle.
“Yeah? Like what?”
Clark draws slowly back, staring at you with those drunken, dark eyes.
“A brat.”
A lot of the fight leaves you, very fast. No ones ever looked at you like that. Like you’re something they want to chew on, carefully and deeply. To leave a mark while keeping every part of you both ruined and intact.
And his voice. Lower than you’ve ever heard, and hoarse with desire. You were already a lot woman. This just seals your fate.
“I should jerk you off.” You blurt.
Clark makes a sound like a wounded animal, and drops his brow against yours.
“You- You can’t just say that-“
“But it will help.” You give him your best, pouty and pleading expression. “You’ll feel better enough to- To get me ready.” You try to keep your voice level, as if you’re not thrilled just to say the words. “And then… More.”
Clark doesn’t answer. He just closes his eyes again, breathing heavily through his mouth. You wait, but you start to get a little worried he didn’t hear.
“Can you please look at me-“
“No.” He grinds out, and you frown. Reach up to cup his face.
“Clark-“
“Don’t ask me to move.” His words are tight. Pushed through his teeth.
You feel his cocks twitch, near your ass.
“Clark.” You make your voice soft. Traced the tensed line of his jaw, the bridge of his nose. He whimpers at the touch, and you smile. “It’s okay.”
“I- I need to get you-“
“I’m going to touch you, okay?”
His throat bobs, but he nods. Short and tight.
Enough.
You scoot back, and Clark lowers his legs at a painfully slow pace you accommodate you. Your ass drags over his dick, and he hisses, rutting up.
“Sorry-“
“It’s okay.” You say quickly, smiling slightly. “Good preview.”
He looks at you in befuddled exasperation. Opens his mouth like he’s going to snap something else out about you being a brat.
You settle against his knees, and don’t give him a chance.
The sound Clark makes when you wrap your hand around his cock is holy. Deep and guttural, like a man already wrecked. You let him sit in your loose grip for a second, watching his chest heave and eyes flutter.
He’s throbbing under your touch. You can barely hold him with the single hand.
You add a second, and squeeze at the base.
Clark makes another one of those beautiful noises, and grabs your wrist.
“Be- Be careful.”
You pause. “Does it not feel-“
“Feels good.” He grunts. “Too good. Gonna- Oh, fuck-“
Your mouth falls open. Clark swore.
You started to stroke his cock, and he swore.
And more. You need more. More of his swears, his sounds, his sweat running down his bare chest and the way he’s moaning your name. You need to see him fall apart, because once he’s back in control—once this massive dildo of a dick is inside you—you’re not going to be able to focus on such things.
You set a quick pace. Skin slapping and hot, unraveling him quickly.
Clark calls your name, his hands slamming back to grab at the walls. You watch in awe as his fingers sink into the wood, creating a slot for him to hold onto.
“Like- Like that- Shit.” He tosses his head back, moaning loud and lewd. “Yeah, baby, oh- Right there-“
He cuts himself off, rolling his hips up into your touch. You squeeze him again, switching your hands so one can thumb at the weeping slit on his head. Pre-cum leaks all over your fingers, and your lean further down.
You want to taste him.
When you slide off his legs—keeping your hands working—Clark says your name in a rough, garbled warning.
“What- What are you-“
You wrap your lips around the tip of him, flicking your tongue where your thumb had been. Clark makes a sound you’ve never heard from anyone before, his free hand flying to grab your neck.
The grip is tight, but painless. You’re in no danger of pain.
There’s something thrilling about how he’s gripping you so possessively. Like a life line.
You drop your hand to play with his balls. Clark bucks up into your mouth, bumping against the back of your throat.
“Sorry- Fucking Christ-“
You moan happily around him, drooling lips pushing down further. Your tongue swirls around him, and you suck, bobbing your head up and down. Trying to make him lose control again.
It doesn’t take long. Not when you reach up to his hand on your neck, and push it down.
“Are you-“
You moan, and Clark gives in.
He fucks your face like it’s a toy. Cock slipping in and out from between your lips, your spit staining with his pre-cum. Tears prick at your eyes, but you dig your nails into his thighs, refusing to be pulled off.
“Look- Look at you- Holy- Holy shit-“
Clark moans your name, and you let your hand drift back his balls. He slams up at the featherlight touch, and the tears start to flow.
“You’re so good at this sweetheart, so- So good-“ Clark moans, hips thrusting to meet every bob of your head. “Your mouth is so warm, and- And soft-“
You suckle lightly, the praise going right to your core. Your ass is sticking in the air, grinding up into nothing as he uses you.
And you can feel how close he is. His balls are tightening under your fingers, his cock twitching and pulsing, and-
Clark yanks you off suddenly, with one last cry of your name. Before you can protest or try to go back down, you see why.
He’s cumming.
And he’s not stopping.
Thick white ropes spurt from his dick, and you stare, transfixed. Every time you think he must be done, more comes. When the geyser finally stops, there’s not a place it hasn’t hit.
Clark lets out a shaky breath. You look up to him with wide eyes. He stares back, licking his lips.
“If you-“
“Do that inside me.”
You speak at the same time again. Clark blinks, leaning back slightly, and you flush.
“I- I mean- Clark-“
He starts to drag you forward, and your words turn into a squeak. Your being manhandled right into his lap, your ass still sticking up in the air and your hands just barely bracing you on the ground.
“I heard you.” He drawls, running a hand over the curve of your ass. “Pretty well, actually.”
His hand drags over your exposed core, and you whimper.
“Don’t- Don’t tease-“
“Trust me.” He mutters darkly. “I won’t.”
Two thick fingers toy at your clit, and you push yourself higher into the air. He knows exactly how to flick that little button, to drive you insane.
“Oh- Oh god-“
“If I had time.” Clark murmurs, almost to himself. “I’d keep you here for the rest of the day. Watch the sweetness drip down your legs,” his fingers trace over your sensitive inner thighs. “Let you make a mess in my lap. Wait ‘till you’re begging for it, then touch you,” one, broad finger rubs around your fluttering hole. “Nice and slow, until you feel what I’m dealin’ with right now.”
You moan, gaping at the floor. Clark gets a southern, Kanas drawl when he’s horny. It makes you clench around nothing, and he chuckles.
“Oh, you like that.” He presses the tip of his finger in, and you whine. “Yeah, I know. Know better than anyone, sweetheart.”
He pushes his hips slightly, forcing your ass higher into the air. There’s a rip, and cold air hits your core, making you shiver. His cock, still so hard, bumps against your tummy right as his finger slips into your cunt.
“Claaaark.” You moan, squeezing tight around him.
You’re rubbing backwards, trying to take him deeper. He splays one hand on your lower back, keeping you from getting what you want while still letting you chase the false hope.
He crooks his finger slightly, twisting it in a circle. You go limp, wrapping your arms around his thigh and pressing your cheek down for support.
“That’s it.” He mutters. “Just seeing what you need, it’s alright. Shit,” he lets out a sharp breath, cock twitching against you. “You’re so wet. I- I gotta-“
You hear it start to possess him, and you can’t be surprised when he pulls the finger out. Still, you twist to whine at him, maybe try to drag his hand back. He’s strong, but you’re horny, and that’s sure to help you somehow.
Instead, you trip on your own hands and collapse back down at the sight before you.
Clark cleaning your arousal off his fingers, eyes closed and face slack like he’s having a fine meal.
You can’t look away from it. It’s the hottest, most lewd thing you’ve ever seen. You whimper when he goes back into for more, dragging two fingers between your pussy lips before returning them to his mouth. He does it over, and over, and over again. Sometimes giving a little attention to your clit, like he’s milking you for more.
You’re a flushed, wiggling mess when he finally pulls his fingers away with a pop. His eyes are wholly black, gleaming with lust and fixed on yours.
There’s nothing left of you but putty, when Clark slowly starts to rub your pussy again. You’re a smeared, wrecked mess that can’t stop grinding back onto his hand, and he smiles down at you.
It’s predatory, but still soft. Exactly what you expect from him now. Pulling out the hair that got stuck in your mouth, all while slowly fingering your cunt.
“Wanted to do that for so long.” He coos, pushing two fingers deep inside of you. “You’d come into the office and start gettin’ wet right next me, I was slobbering like a dog. Thought I’d lose my mind, every single day.”
His fingers go deeper, bumping against your g-spot. You keen, making an almost unearthly sound from your chest. Clark notices it. Of course he does.
“There she is.” He mutters, starting to pump his fingers fast. Pushing against the gummy point over and over, until you’re drooling.
Your head has never been this empty during sex before. But you’ve also never been put over Clark’s lap like this. Fingered into oblivion while his dick pushes into your stomach. You start to push up—he needs attention—but Clark pushes you back down with a grunt.
“Need to be inside you.” He grunts. “Need you ready.”
Well. If he needs it.
It’s easy to relax into the feeling. Clark starting to thumb at your clit, rubbing it back and forth like a bop-it toy. Between that and his fingers, Clark is almost pulling pleasure out of you like a machine. It doesn’t take long for you to feel like you’re close. Your face his presses into his bare leg, your pussy fully pried open and well touched. You can feel the familiar tension inside you, about to burst.
“Clark- Clark-“ You don’t have the strength to twist, so you scratch at his leg. “I- I’m gonna-“
“I know.” He mutters, and fuck, you don’t doubt him. “Whenever you’re ready, sweetheart. Cum on my hand, let me feel it.”
It only takes a few more moments. Release hits you quickly, and lasts long. Thighs shaking and loud moans escaping your lips as Clark keeps playing with you.
You’re dazed from the orgasm. It’s the strongest you’ve ever felt, and your cunt is still pulsing when Clark’s fingers pull away.
“You’re ready.” He mutters, and you agree with a garbled sound.
He laughs, leaning down to kiss the back of your head as you quiver. He pulls you up into his lap, and you can feel his cock sliding between your folds. Both of your are so slick with everything there’s no friction. The tension in Clark tells you he’s close to going feral again, but his voice is still sweet.
“Just- Stay like that, beautiful.” He kisses the side of your head. “And if it- If anything starts to feel bad, tell me. I’ll stop.”
And you believe him. You know just how much this is affecting him, but you also know he’s Clark. And there isn’t a force on earth that could make him hurt you like that.
“Can you- Can you please say you’ll tell me-“
“I’ll tell you.” It’s barely more than an exhale.
Clark hears it.
“Good. Good girl.” He kisses your neck this time, and you whimper. “Let me- Can’t do it here. Not right.”
You’re not sure what he’s talking about until you’re airborne. Clark tosses you over his shoulder, holding you steady with one arm around your knees, and you blink at the cum and sweat stained floor. You might have to move, after this.
Maybe Clark could let you live with him.
Too fast. And not the thing to worry about right now.
Get fucked stupid, then think about your living situation and relationship status.
That’s a good plan. The best plan.
There really couldn’t be a better one, you decide. Not when Clark starts to rub your clit again, using the full pressure of his palm.
“Keeping her ready.” He rumbles, and you hum. You’re certainly not complaining.
You’re already close to another orgasm, when he lowers you down onto the bed. Your back hits the mattress, and you immediately reach between your thighs, fondling at your pussy hopelessly. Nothing feels as good as Clark’s hands. He might’ve already ruined you forever.
“Don’t do that.”
Those very hands catch your wrists. You stumble over your breath, when you look up at Clark.
He’s back into feral caveman mode. Stroking his cock with one hand, the other squeezing yours gently before setting it down at your side.
“I touch you.” He grunts, and you can’t argue with that.
You lay down, spreading your legs slowly. In offering. Clark makes that guttural sound, his dick somehow looking like it’s gotten harder. You swallow. It’s very hard not to touch yourself with a massive, hulking god standing over you and jerking himself off. For Clark, you’re going to try.
He’s been reduced back to deep noises from his chest and moans of your name, but he’s not making any attempt to move on you. He’s just… Staring.
Stroking his cock, and watching you. Looking between your wet, gaping pussy and flushed face, beating himself into his fist.
He moans, and doubles over. Pumps so fast his hand becomes a blur, and god you’d like him to do that to you later.
His face lands on your inner thigh. Soft stubble grazing the oversensitive area, cold breath pushing against your clit. You grab his hair, back arching off the bed at the taunting pleasure. Clark moans, watching you clench around nothing.
You cry, as his face fully presses into your cunt. It’s right as he finishes himself off, his cum painting the mattress and covering your ankles.
Clark rises back up, and for a second you just stare at each other.
“Didn’t mean to do that.” He rasps, and your lips twitch.
“I liked it.”
He chuckles, shaking his head. “Of course you did.”
Clark falls back over you, kissing you deep and slow. You call tell that the clear-headed affect of the orgasm is lasting for a shorter and shorter time.
And Clark choses to use it, just to kiss you.
He tests the head of his cock up and down your pussy, making sure to push it against your clit before going back down, and starting to slide slowly in. There’s almost no resistance, and he hums against your lips.
“Goin’ slow.” He mumbles. “While I can.”
You nod. It’s all you can manage.
He feels just as big—if not bigger—than he looked. Never has a cock stretched you so greatly, and so well. The fullness is incomparable, and you’d be worried you couldn’t take it if your pussy wasn’t greedily swallowing him whole.
“That’s it.” Clark groans, pushing in every inch so torturously and amazingly slow. Forcing you to feel every single inch. “There’s you go, just- Just take it- Fuuuck-“
He moans your name, and you kiss him. You want to feel everything he has, vibrating through your chest. Straight into your cunt.
Clark bottoms out, hiding his face in your neck. You blink up at the ceiling, trying to push off more tears. It’s good, unbelievably good, and your body doesn’t know what to do with it.
“Tight.” Clark mumbles against you, and you laugh breathily.
“Big.”
He looks up at you, and for a second, you only see Clark. Your best friend, looking out of you, always kinder than he needs to be.
“’m serious.” He says, low and rough. Like a secret. “When I call you pretty. When I- When I say I want you-“
You kiss him, and Clark melts into you in a second. You can’t stop your smile.
“I know.” You breathe, and he nods.
“Love you.” He pushes in almost an inch deeper, like the words spur him on. “So much.”
You blink, and his eyes widen.
“That’s- Um- I don’t think I meant to- You feel really good and my brain is soupy-“
Kissing to shut him up will only work so many times. You cover his mouth with your hand, every inch of you feeling alive. From his words, his body, every single inch of this glorious man that’s somehow, all yours.
“My brain is soupy too.” You whisper, clenching purposefully around his cock.
Clark grunts, rutting forward. You giggle, and he gives you a dangerous look.
“Very soupy. But,” You beam. “I love you too. And I’m very serious.”
Clark pauses. Smiles into your hand, eyes shining in the dark. You feel a little like your floating. You’d like to be rocketed right up to heaven.
“Make me dumb.” You breathe, and Clark’s shoulders square.
Your hand is knocked away in a second. His mouth attacks yours, and the moment he starts to move, an orgasm is ripped from your very core.
You scream, locking up and clenching around him. Clark moans against your lips, grabbing your knees and pushing them up to your chest. It’s a deep angle, and you can feel every inch of him, sliding in and out of your cunt. His balls slap near your ass, and his mouth hangs open as he stares down at him.
He’s fully gone to the red kryptonites effects. There’s no question, as he bends you in half and starts to fuck you like a doll. But he still doesn’t let his strength slip. You feel completely safe in his hands.
Safe and attended to.
You’ve never fucked a man who makes sure to hit your g-spot so much, and Clark’s barely even lucid right now. But he drills down into it, moaning your name and making those sinful, beautiful sounds.
It’s too much for your poor pussy. Two is a lot of orgasms. Three is your—usual—max, and that’s usually with time between. But Clark isn’t letting up. And you’re getting close again.
“Cla- Clark-“ You whine out, and he fucking growls. “Clark, I’m gonna-“
He makes a deep noise of understanding, and starts to fuck you harder. You cry out, grabbing uselessly at the sheets as the next release gushes from your pussy, flying up your spine like ecstasy.
Clark finds his own release there. With you clenching tight around him, writhing with overwhelmed pleasure and moaning his name like a hymn as you come. He throws his head back and starts to fuck like an animal, roaring your name.
He grabs your jaw, demanding your eyes on his. His thumb presses on your lower lip.
Cockdrunk and empty headed, you open your mouth and start to suck.
It feels even better than you’d thought. At first it’s nothing, just painting your walls and sticking so deep inside you, you think it knocks you into another, tiny orgasm. Then it’s more, spurting out of your pussy as he keeps fucking into you. An obscene fountain, staining your ass and thighs.
Then it’s too much. You’re not sure you can breathe, but the lights dancing on the edge of your vision only add to the euphoria.
Now, it’s everything. You’re full. So full. You never want to be empty again.
And you don’t think Clark would allow that anyway.
Because he’s still fully hard inside of you. And with how he’s staring at you, you don’t think there’s a space of sound mind anymore.
Clark just stares at you, still mindlessly sucking on his thumb and growls.
You giggle as he grabs your hips and flips you onto your stomach. Drags your ass back up into the air and pushes himself back in with a thick moan.
There’s a chance that his cum is transferring some of the sexual stamina onto you. It’s the only possible way you can last this long. Clark fucks into you from behind, kissing up and down your spine as his balls slap against your clit. Your fourth orgasm hits you, and you think you see he stars.
Clark cums again. You don’t know how there’s still possibly space for it, but nature finds a way.
You giggle into the sheets. Clark kisses your shoulder, rutting deeper and deeper into your abused pussy.
He might take your laughter as a challenge. Suddenly you’re being flipped over, and Clark’s impaling you on his dick once more, forcing you to slide down and feel every inch.
It’s a good thing you get giggly when you have good sex.
If he sees it as a challenge, you’re ready to lose, over and over and over again.
On Sunday, Clark fucks you through the afternoon and into the night.
There isn’t a spot in the apartment that doesn’t feel the aftermath. After making you ride him, he clambered over you and held you to his chest, fucking you with just your knees on the bed. After that you ended up on your back, then riding him again, then somehow on the floor. Against the wall. In the doorway, your face pressed against the window, Clark flying and holding you in his lap. By the time the sun was over your head, you were a wordless, dumb mess. Clark had you in a headlock and you were smiling like an idiot, taking his cock over and over again until you think you reshaped each other.
Now, standing in the shower to wash off the everything, you think if you reached down and touched yourself, you’d find Clark completely rearranged your guts to his shape. When you’d looked at him during the soft, quiet cleanup, his cock had certainly looked like you’d molded him to only fit in you.
It’s an oddly romantic thought.
There are lots of those to go around.
Clark’s waiting for you in the living room. He’s been trying to clean, but you don’t think there’s a point.
“I told you I’m going to have to move,” you joke, and he sighs.
“Well, I- I really tried, but-“ He wrinkles his nose. “I think it got in things. When I- Yeah.” He groans. “I can see it.”
“See it-“
“X-ray vision.”
“Oh.” That fun revelation had gotten lost in everything else. It’s going to take some getting used to.
Clark bows his head, almost in shame.
“Sorry I didn’t tell you,” he mutters.
You shake your head. “It fine-“
“I wanted to-“
“Clark.” You place a hand on his chest, smiling softly. “It’s okay. Really.”
He blinks at you, then relaxes.
“Really?” He asks anyway, and you nod.
“Really.” You nod to the floor. “I can even start apartment hunting right now.”
Clark laughs at that, and you beam.
It’s the same. Even after I love yous and the sex marathon, it’s still just Clark. And you’re more lucky to have that, than anything else.
“You could move in with me.” He suggests quiet and nervous, and your eyes widen.
“I-“
“If it’s too fast, you don’t have to, I- Geez, I haven’t even taken you out on a date yet, never mind-“
“Clark.” You raise your voice, forcing him to quiet down. “I was thinking the same thing earlier.”
He starts slightly. His lips twitch. “You were?”
You nod, and he grins like you handed him the sun.
“It’s not- Maybe too fast-“
“Maybe.” You shrug. “But I- I’ve loved you for years.” You look down to your fingers. “And we kind of lived together before. For work. And you’re my friend, first, so if you think it’s fine-“
Clark pulls your own trick. He grabs your face, and shuts you up with a deep, long kiss. You smile, rising up to meet him, and it’s barely been a day, but it’s the most natural thing in the world.
“I’m gonna do it right, though.” Clark says against your lips. “Take you out. Woo you.”
You laugh. “Bring it on.”
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the pledge — SORORITY!SHOKO, FRAT!GOJO, FRAT!GETO X READER
tags: (18+ MDNI please) everyone lowkey bisexual, foursome (😅 do i ever get tired of writing these?), pet names, sex, kissing, oral, p in v, dirty talk, brief shotgunning, frotting, fingering, pussy slaps, snowballing, use of strap-on, riding, nipple play, corruption kink (kinda), praise, im probably missing some
notes: okay mona doesn’t know about sororities/frats and also barely plot bc i was just horn– but who cares. also per usual, i imagine my reader/ yn as black since im black 🙂↕️ so there might be slight descriptors here and there.
When Shoko Ieiri took it upon herself to become your guide and mentor during the first few weeks of you joining the Kyoto Sorority, you didn’t think anything about it.
Shoko was tall and beautiful, it was hard not to be coaxed by every word she spoke to you, she could say a simple “Hi” and you’d get weak in the knees and you could tell she noticed that about you immediately. Now, whenever she was around you she always had a smirk on her lips, holding you by the waist whenever she could and anytime you spoke she made sure to look at you directly in your eyes.
“Parties aren’t off limits as I’m sure you know,” She speaks lowly, her eyes hooded and you’re hooked on every word. “But be careful, we have a reputation to uphold. Of course, you had to beware of alcohol, drugs and boys, whenever you do go.”
She could say anything and you’d listen, Shoko noticed, chuckling to herself because she could practically see your tail wagging. It was really adorable.
“I’m telling you all this because, I’m taking you out with me tonight.” Your eyes flash to hers.
“R-really? Where to?” You’re latched to her side in an instant, slowly inching back when you notice just how close you were to her — you shake your head thinking to yourself how embarrassing you’re being.
“Frat party with two of my…” She rolls her eyes while she thinks. “Close friends. They’re throwing it and I want them to meet my favorite pledge.” She pats your head a bit and your entire body shivers.
“I’m—I’m your favorite pledge?” You stumble over your words. Honestly it was obvious you were, everyone else took a few under their wing while she singled you out. But you chose not to think too hard about it.
She puts your braids behind your ear and whispers, “And tonight, I’ll show you just how much of my favorite you are.” She smirks at your twinkling wide eyes. “So dress really pretty for me, okay? I want to show you off.”
You felt like you were going to combust.
You probably spent too much time getting ready —trying to make sure the foundation was your shade, that the pink blush would show against your skin, that your braids still looked nice and fresh and that the outfit you had on was cute enough but also sorority appropriate.
It was a simple glimmery shiny pink dress with thin straps that stopped above your knees, which you paired it with white thin 4-inch heels. You doused yourself in a strawberry perfume and added a few accessories before you heard Shoko open your room door.
Though she wasn’t supposed to, Shoko still occasionally smoked in the house, most times she kicked the habit with a sucker but she probably couldn’t find one in time. She glanced at you, as you attempted to put your necklace on in the mirror — she walks over and takes it from you, her hands warm against your skin. “There.” She adjusts it a bit more. “Perfect.” She’s looking at your face through the mirror’s reflection before she kisses your shoulder.
You try to be nonchalant, but it’s so hard when she’s doing this to you. You put your face in your hands and fan yourself, “Uh, so where are we headed to?”
Shoko’s dressed pretty casual, you notice, long sleeve shirt with dark washed jeans with a decent sized purse on her shoulder. “Not so far from here…” She glances at your heels. “Luckily you won’t have to walk that long.” She ushered you out of the house, holding the small of your back as she did.
Shoko was correct, but nevertheless walking in the heels did pose a problem from you and made you wonder if you should’ve went more causal, but the words of: “Dress really pretty for me.” Rung in your head when you rummaged through your closet. You wanted to make her proud, make her happy. It was an odd bubbly feeling in your chest and stomach whenever she looked at you, talked to you or even stood next to you.
Opening the door, a heavy heat instantly took over your body. It was a tight fit because of all the bodies in the house so she let go of your hand and said, “Follow me.”
You followed her through the sea of bodies, moving at a speed you didn’t know you were capable of in heels. You could hear her shouting over the music but you didn’t know if she was talking to you or not, so you continued to follow until she reached the kitchen finally.
Red solo cups littered the countertops and the trash cans, tipsy girls huddled together and a few guys standing off to the side. “Hey.” She nods to two of the seven guys and they slowly walk over, looking at you.
You looked at the two and arched a brow. You had met them a few weeks ago when you were picking up you and Shoko’s coffees, they flirted with you for a bit. They had stood pressed against you and many girls passed by in awe and you couldn’t help but to be flustered over the two of them. “I think I know them, kinda? We met before, I mean…but I don’t know their names.”
“Oh? Satoru and Suguru here, these are my close friends.” She introduces you to the both of them; they were dressed very typical, wearing t-shirts that hugged their muscles and loose well fitted jeans.
You felt overdressed and hugged your body, anxiety rattled your body. But you decided to shake off that feeling, standing a bit more straighter.
“This is my precious favorite little pledge.” She motions towards you and their eyes start at the top of your head and trails down your body, you feel naked under their gazes.
“She really is precious,” Suguru agrees, his eyes on yours. Satoru nods in agreement, biting his lip. “Want to…?” He asks Shoko, gestures to the stairs. “More private upstairs.”
Amusement sparkles in her eyes and she nods. You felt clueless to their actions but you followed them anyways, careful steps in your heels but Shoko kept you steady.
Entering a bedroom, you awkwardly stand by the door as they sat in what seemed like designated spots. Shoko patted the spot next to her and you happily sat down. You noticed both of the boys rummaging through drawers before an “Ah Ha!” left their mouths, holding two blunts.
Your body froze and you looked from them to Shoko, “I thought we couldn’t—”
“Couldn’t get caught. I’ll keep it a secret if you do.”
You nod and reach out for one. It wasn’t like you never did it before, of course you have, but with boys you hardly knew? Never. Putting it between your lips, you let Satoru light it before you do a deep inhale. You hold it for a moment before you exhale with a giggly smile. “Good?” You don’t know who asks but you nod, your eyes low and your body tingling.
You watch Satoru inhale the blunt before blowing some into Suguru’s mouth, briefly kissing him after he finishes. You gasp a bit and at the same time, Shoko lifts your head and does the same thing to you, she presses her lips to yours and cups your face. “W-wait.” You moan in her mouth and she pulls away a bit.
“You don’t like it?” She whispered lowly, her eyes dropping to your lips then to your eyes.
“It’s not that…I just never…” Embarrassed, you put your hands over your face. She removes your hands, kissing the palms of both before moving to your neck. “Sh-Shoko!” She’s pulling down the skimpy sleeves of your dress.
“You never been kissed? That’s so sweet.” Her lips graze your shoulder and you shudder. “Do you want me to keep kissing you? I can.” She practically purrs in your ear, you squeeze your thighs together, nodding.
“How about right here,” She’s kissing your chest, tugging the sleeves completely down before she sees you aren’t wearing a bra. “Cute.” Your nipples are rock hard, you didn’t even realize that Satoru and Suguru were watching the entire scene play out
You gasp when her mouth descends and her tongue swirls on your bud, her left hand tweaking the other one. “I–” you already feel as if you’re about to cum until she pulls back. Then she’s back to kissing you.
Moaning, you can feel yourself getting wetter and it did nothing but turn you on even more. Then the boys join in, trailing kisses up and down each side of your neck, littering hickeys in their wake. Shoko slips her tongue in, much to your delight and now you can keep up, follow her every move, drooling out the side of your mouth.
You’re whining when she pulls back, just for Satoru to take her place, already sucking on your tongue when his lips are on yours. He moves back and then Suguru gently licks at your lips before he slurps and sucks your tongue. Your tongue still out and awaiting more but they’re focused on your clothes.
“Let’s finish getting you out of this pretty little dress, wouldn’t want it to get ruined, right?” You think it’s Satoru who says it, all of their hands on your body to remove a piece of what you’re wearing.
“This isn’t fair.” You mutter, looking over their fully clothed bodies. “Why am I the only one undressed.” Your voice is still low and your eyes are on the floor, you can hear them all snickering at you.
“You’re right, baby. Sorry.” Suguru says, pulling off his shirt and reaching for his pants to remove as well. Satoru is doing the same and you realize that Shoko isn’t there.
“Can we play with you too? Since Shoko isn’t here right now?” You’re so turned on, you just nod at their hungry stares.
Before you know it, you’re sitting face to face with two cocks, equal in size but Suguru’s was a bit thinner than Satoru’s. Your mouth felt really wet, you licked your lips staring at them. “Can I…” you trail off, getting on the floor and reaching for both of them.
You’re probably sloppy at handjobs, but it didn’t stop you.
One dick in your mouth and one in your hand, you squeeze at Satoru’s balls, taking Suguru’s cock out of your mouth to focus on his balls briefly. Licking your way back up and kissing the head before you switch, wrapping your hand around Satoru’s cock and now your mouth on the other. Your cheeks hallowed out, your throb bulging as you take in all you can.
Then you’re holding them close to each other, jerking them both off and tongue lapping at both of their slits. Bringing them close so that they’re touching, you spit on both and put them both in your mouth the best you can, your hands jerking whatever can’t fit in your mouth. Your eyes roll back as their moans echo through the room, you leak out more wetness onto the floor.
“Are you two done corrupting my sweet pledge?” Shoko appears, a blunt between her lips, her bra is on but she’s wearing a harness and purple strap on.
With a loud pop, both of them are out of your mouth, staring at her when she walks closer to you, beckoning you over to her. You briefly hesitate, licking your lips, before crawling over. The boys followed.
“Awww,” Shoko cooed. “You’re just gonna suck theirs? Not mines?”
Your knees burn but you sit between her legs, and put her purple strap between your breasts as the boys tower over you, jerking their cocks simultaneously. Your mouth wraps around her cock and you moan taking her in, every inch stretching out your throat. Her hands fist your hair and guide you up and down. “Keep your eyes on me.” She’s thrusting herself in your mouth before you start choking a bit, that’s when she slows down.
Your eyes water, she’s being roughly than the guys were. Your throat easily molding to fit the outline of her cock, your eyes droop a bit when she pushes you all the way down. You’re only down for a second before she raises you before sinking it back down your throat again. You’re drooling and face covered in your slobber before she finally lets you breathe.
“Let’s get you on the bed, baby.” She helps you up by the arms and you stumble over to lay down, spreading your legs for all three of them to see.
“Isn’t she so pretty?” It’s humiliating that they’re not talking about you, that instead they’re focused on spreading your lips and looking inside of you. All of them forcing your hole to stretch, chuckling at the squelching sounds.
“Yeah she is.” The boys agree. As if they already knew the drill, they all kneeled in front of you. It wasn’t long before you felt the first lick up your core, jumping at the new sensation.
“Pretty and taste good, aren’t we so lucky?” A finger dips in, scooping some of your cream up before you hear all three of them groan in delight.
“Fucking heaven.”
You feel a nibble on your inner lips and groan, trying not to close your legs. Pulling and teasing those lips before sucking on your clit, briefly. It was a cycle — licking from the bottom before nuzzling their face between your core, adding some spit to it before licking all of the juices there, sucking your core before licking on each individual lip then pressing kisses on your clit.
Your so turned out that you can’t even look at them. But you feel cold sensation, that makes you jump up. “It’s just lube baby.” Shoko says before grinding the purple dildo against you. “Deep breath.”
You’re clenching over nothing, wanting her inside of you so badly. You inhale and she pushes forward, just the tip inside. Her body hovering above yours, she kisses away the tears that fall from your eyes. “Even pretty when you cry for me.”
She thrusts forward, filling you up. You’re clawing at her back, eyes threatening to roll back. But she stays still, waiting. “I’m okay, please…please keep going.” You feel yourself leaking and it’s embarrassing, getting fucked while they’re all there.
You look over to Suguru and Satoru and gasp at the sight of Suguru almost choking around Satoru’s length, you feel like you shouldn’t be watching but you can’t take your eyes off of it.
His hand gripping Suguru’s long dark hair and repeatedly pushing him down, you hear him struggling to take it in — Satoru was nicer to you, is all you can think.
“Focus on me.” You jolt when she slaps your core, not once but twice for good measure. The obscene noises that your pussy makes while it grips around Shoko.
“‘M sorry, Shoko.” Her thrusts become deeper, so close to your love spot. “Sho—! Shoko, you’re so deep!” Your toes are curling inside of the sheets and you spread your legs wider, so she can be as rough with you as she wanted. She rubbed clockwise circles around your bud and smirked when your moans grew louder. Her hips drew back before she was back inside, your insides stretching around her.
It was a good thing Shoko couldn’t get you pregnant because just from her fucking you alone you felt full. But she talked as if she felt everything and as if it was really her, “Feels so good, little pussy taking me so well.” She’s pounding in you, no remorse anymore. She’s pulling your hips to meet every thrust and you’re trying to keep up.
The boys made their way back over, watching you get fucked – Suguru’s face painted with cum and Satiru with a pleased expression.
“Pretty pussy milking me, aren’t you baby?” She teases you, swiping some of your juices that coated the base of her cock, she spreads her fingers and let Satoru take them in his mouth with a groan, he pressed his lips to Suguru possibly swirling his tongue inside and they all look at you even hungrier.
“Getting addicting to her taste.” Satoru says and your body tingles. You feel like a prize, your body on fire from the pleasure.
“Me too.” Suguru chuckles “Can we…?” He asks, glancing at you, but really his question is directed at Shoko.
Like you’re her pet. But you wouldn’t have it any other way, you liked it. Were you sick in the head? Maybe…
Shoko nods, slowly pulling out of you. “They’ll take care of you baby.” She’s sitting down, watching and taking more hits of the blunt. Satoru lays down beside you, taking you in his arms.
“On all fours and stretch yourself open for us.” Suguru says, his voice wrecked with lust, you did what he asked for instantly. “She’s so…obedient, listens to every word.”
You hear Shoko agree. Satoru’s hard against you, his dick standing upright and almost dipping inside of your core.
Barely any warning comes before a cool finger nudges your asshole. “Relax.” It’s uncomfortable, but you do what’s said and put your face in Satoru’s neck, biting down a bit to keep your moans quiet — he rubs your back.
His dick pressed against your clit, making you whimper against him. “You like when I do that?” Cockiness evident in his voice, you nod and he rubs you more with a smirk on his face before he presses his lips to yours.
You completely forgot about Suguru, who’s slowly easing into your tight hold until his finger is completely inside of you. He pulls it out before pressing a small kiss to the puckered hole, “She’s ready.” He tells Satoru, who doesn’t stop kissing you – he only lowers you down.
Suguru is stretching out your ass, watching Satoru hips thrusting up inside of you. The wet squelching noises fill the air from the intensity and you can barely match his pace. Suguru is working his way inside of your asshole and you make a noise of slight discomfort.
“Suguru— hurts.” You whine, tears running down your face. He caresses your back and you feel a bit more at ease. He pulls himself out of you, slipping just the tip in and fucking into you sweetly, he can tell you’re enjoying it by how you’re gripping him. He decides to test his luck and push a bit more in, you squeal loudly at that. The dirty ‘plat plat plat’ sounds of skin slapping together as both of them fuck into you.
Satoru has his mouth wrapped around your nipple and he’s deeply sucking and nipping at your chest, you’re probably littered with hickeys. “You’re both too…too big.” You sniffle, putting your head back on his chest and just laying there.
You’re clenching and unclenching around both of them simultaneously, squeezing them. “Creaming all over me.” Satoru whimpers, much to your surprise. Both of them working together to bring you to maximum pleasure, they’re so in sync that you feel like they’re one person.
“You’re taking them so good baby.” You look up and Shoko kisses you, sucking on your tongue, you lick into her mouth moaning as you roll your hips for both Satoru and Suguru to fuck you deeper. Opening your mouth wider for Shoko, she steps back. “Stay just like that,” Taking the dildo off the harness, she slid it between her thighs – gathered her slick on it before dipping it inside of her completely.
Your mouth watered and your insides tightened, you could hear the two behind you muttering out curses. Shoko doesn’t make any noises but the pleasure is written over her face, eyes shut and mouth agape. Trembling, she pulls it out, placing it right in your mouth – she’s pushing it in back and forth, being as gentle as she can.
Both Satoru and Suguru hit the deepest part of your insides, Satoru tapping into your gooey leaking pussy and Suguru back to stretching your ass with his throbbing member. “Good girl, taking us all like this.” Satoru praises you — even with a mouthful you’re still able to smile at him and your walls flutter around him, pulsing while he’s buried deep inside of you…practically stuck there. Both of them pumping their dicks inside of you, slowly and nice to build you up again. They pick up the pace before slowing down again, as if it was a silly game with your pleasure on the line.
The smell of sex deep in the air, you put your middle and ring finger against your clit, rubbing. Suguru pulls out of your ass, rubbing his cock against Satoru’s. He’s spreading your folds wider and enters in one thrust — your pussy tries to accommodate both of their cocks but your stomach tightens and you can feel both of them right there.
Leaking all over both of their delicious cocks, your eyes get droopy, hallowing your cheeks to suck and swallow around the dildo. “You love what we’re doing to you, don’t you baby?” Shoko kisses your forehead and that’s when you snap.
Your head is spinning at the same time your tummy tightens up and the last push you needed was a small, “Come for us baby.” Then you fell apart; legs twitching, toes curling and mouth choking on the dildo yet moans still loud as you cum, you were so wet that, Satoru’s dick slipped out for a second before he plugged it back in, riding his own high with yours.
You felt empty not long after and you sobbed, a mix of pleasure and actual sadness while watery creamy white cum leaked out of both your holes. Your gasps and sobs coming to a close, your body just numb with nothing but the aftermath of what you just experienced.
“I’ll keep her… she’s too cute for me to let go.” You hear Shoko tell them as you drift to sleep, she’s rubbing your forehead.
have i been writing this since feb? well yes. did i rush the ending a bit? well yes. did i proofread this? well no. but hope you enjoyed <3
Shaking the remnants of the sleep, quick and dreamless, you mindlessly patted the other side of the bed. Satoru's side. No trace of him.
You squinted at the bedside clock only to see the 4 a.m. glowing at you, cold and indifferent. Was he suddenly called for a mission? Or you might've missed a day, and Satoru was supposed to leave now?
Either way, waking up to nothingness beside you, save for the lingering scent of his cologne and the dent in his pillow, wasn't anything new for you. But this time, something in your guts — worry and anxiety slowly crawled up your spine — told you it wasn't an ordinary time.
"Satoru?" Your voice came out in a hesitant, still sleepy rasp, heart beating a nervous rhythm, picking up speed to hammer even louder in your chest. Panic curled your insides into a tight knot.
No answer.
Hesitantly swinging your legs off the bed, you tried to take over the reins of fear that slowly filled your lungs and suffocated you in the confines of your home.
You checked the bathroom at first (well, maybe the last piece of that strawberry cake wasn't necessary — you warned him repeatedly), the office, the living room — what if the bed wasn't as comfortable as before? to finally find Satoru in the kitchen. His head was hanging low, veins on the forearms protruding from how tight he was gripping the edges of the counters, but it was enough for your shoulders to drop in relief, and the weight of the world slid down from your chest.
"Here you are, I've been looking for you everywhere," breathing out quietly, you hugged him by the waist, nuzzling your cheek in the muscled back. You fully expected Satoru to turn around and circle you in his arms, strong and safe, drawl a stupid joke with an infuriatingly charming grin and rest his chin on the top of your head. "Perfect headrest," he would often say, and you almost had your usual answer slip off your tongue, when you realized none of that had happened.
"Love, what's wrong?" You absolutely hated the way your voice came in that tiny, shaken tone. As if you were afraid to scare him. Your hands slowly, helplessly slid down his body and tugged at the edges of your (his) sleeping shirt. "Talk to me. Please?"
A beat of silence passes between you — nothing, nothing, but endlessly long drags of the minute arrow and annoying tick-ticks prickling your skin.
Nothing until a string of shaky breaths left his mouth, as he forced himself to. Before you could somehow react, Satoru caged you in his arms, a hug so crushing you could barely think.
"Sorry, baby, I am so sorry, I'm- Sorry," his voice came rather muffled, since his head was buried in the crook of your neck. A quiet sniffle tickled your skin, and your face softened into something sweet and gentle. Your hands slowly found a purchase in his shoulders, usually so strong and broad — now curling forward, slightly trembling.
"What happened? Why aren't you asleep?"
His grip around you tightened wordlessly. Your heart dropped to your stomach at the mere action. Voice halting to a hesitant whisper, you asked.
"Nightmare?"
Satoru's fingers trembled around your sides before desperately fisting the fabrics of your shirt. Tugging, yanking you closer: maybe he wanted to fuse your bodies.
That was the answer.
"Oh, love," tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, you exhaled sharply. One of your hands slid up Satoru's neck to cup the back of his head, pressing it even more against your shoulder, while the other rubbed the muscled back in soothing circles. "It's okay. I am right here. You're good. You're here, with me."
The world outside of your apartment was moving — the car lights painted the floor in the mess of red and blues, loud honks here and there, occasional distant noises — but your world had shrunk to one particular person. He might be, no, he was the Strongest, the Honoured One; but who did the gods turn to when they crumbled?
"Okay. I am good, I am good," with the last barely audible sniffle, Satoru finally pulled away. His eyes, usually so bright and vibrant, now dimmed from the remnants of his nightmare. His lips twitched just a tad to curl up in a familiar grin, but at the shake of your head, he gave you a tiny, reassuring smile. Sincere.
"I thought you left for some mission," curling your arms around his neck, you whispered in his lips, in a slightly strained voice. Satoru's gaze softened immediately, melting into honeyed tenderness he reserved for one person only. You cutely stood on your tiptoes, and he had to suppress a chuckle because you hated being teased about your height: he wasn't ready for a slap, even playful.
"How could I leave without kissing my pretty wifey, huh?" A teasing smooch landed on your nose, earning a warm giggle. It was a good sign: he was slowly returning to the usual shenanigans.
You reciprocated the kiss, aiming for the corner of his mouth. "How about I make you milk with honey, and we return to the bed?"
Satoru genuinely didn't have the slightest idea what he had done to deserve you. So loving. So understanding. Maybe he rescued a whole family from the burning house in a past life or helped a bunch of kids find their home. Either way, it would always remain a mystery.
Especially now, with your gentle fingers, carding through his messy white hair. Your quiet voice, whispering sweet nothings. Your soft lips, occasionally grazing his forehead in feathery kisses. And your soothing heartbeat, slowly lulling Satoru to sleep. Peaceful, this time. He just knew. With you, safe and sound. By his side.
Drowsily, he nuzzled into your softness like a kitten, seeking warmth, and murmured, voice already too thick with sleep.
"I wuv you".
Giggling, you whispered back.
"And I love you."
the first divider is by @/cursed-carmine. the second one is mine.
𐦍 MDNI — academic rivalry, multiple orgasms, tribbing, overstimulation, degradation, fingering, rough/pinned down cunnilingus, pussy/face slapping, namecalling, light choking, vibrator in public, strapon p in v
ㅤMEANGIRL!SHOKO is so fucking pretty even when she scowls over at you from across the club, after a long day scurrying across campus from lecture to lecture. She swirls her drink, talks shit to her two tall friends about you, vaguely pointing in your direction, until the white-haired one steals a look at you and breaks down into giggles—oh god, you can only imagine what she just said about you... it rouses both the men's laughter, and before Shoko knows it she's being pushed over to your table by them.
ㅤMEANGIRL!SHOKO who is a cobra-bitch to you all the time, so you never fucking ever planned to spend a night with her drunkenly dancing up on you. Softly moaning, silky auburn hair freed from the tight bun it's usually wrapped up in now clinging sleazily to her glossy lips, winding her hips in tandem with yours all across the on the dancefloor so sleazy so slutty—ass deliberately brushing your front just to give you a teasing taste of her softness. It got you so fucking wet for her, got you acting wilder than you normally ever do.
ㅤMEANGIRL!SHOKO totally tricked you into indulging in a slutty, sleazy night of dancing and flirting with her. Formulas? What formulas? All you could focus on were two soft, warm breasts that found themselves pushed up tightly against your chest as Shoko melted against your neck, lips marking you up and down and a single finger teasing your clothed slit right under your panties.
ㅤMEANGIRL!SHOKO who smiles when she sees you arrive late the next day to the most important lecture which she had already prepared a week in advance for. She's arranging her pretty pink and perfectly written notes, sneering over at your sorry state. "Oh, look at you. Up too late, huh? And this is the behavior of a valedictorian..." she sizes up your body, "what a joke."
ㅤMEANGIRL!SHOKO coos cruelly against your trembling face, just a teasing few inches away from yours, sweet smoke clinging to her lips and ruby rouge lipstick smudged across her cheek. With one hand settled at the base of your neck, she grins while crudely grinding her pussy in tight circles against yours, rubbing every last fucking thought right out of your over-sensitive clit—"who's my silly silly girl? That's right, that's right; cum on my fucking pussy like I know you want to... like the bad girl you are."
ㅤMEANGIRL!SHOKO humps your pussy so hard when she's in heat, hips rocking so hard that the entire mattress shakes and your cunt gush a shiny wet. She loves it, how dirty your pussy gets, how your tits shake so deliciously, how your lips part and your moans flood her dorm room 'till she's gotta slap you quiet... because what if someone hears little miss campus sweetheart getting her brains fucked out by her rival for a few cheap test answers? Now that would be embarrassing :(
ㅤMEANGIRL!SHOKO likes telling you how truly dumb and ditzy you look after you've cum three times in a row, even though she knows she's the one who's been unfair. "Not a single thought left in that pretty little brain of yours, is there? Oh my poor bunny, you won't even graduate at this rate. Look at you, more focused on making your pussy feel good instead of studying. Do you have, like, no shame?"
ㅤMEANGIRL!SHOKO pins you down, face down ass up, and eats you out from behind like she has a vendetta against your pussy. Seething on your clit, soft tongue flicking at it, stretching you open with two fingers that just know your sweet spots all too well by now, Shoko only takes breaks from eating your pussy just to bitch against it in that snarky drawl of hers, "Can't you stay still while I eat you?—so fucking annoying, I'm trying to enjoy myself here." she scolds before anchoring you even more tightly into position, tongue swiping through your quivering folds until you're a trembling mess. "Stay. Right. Fucking. There." she growls, stuffing her face against your pussy, making you perk your ass up and moan.
ㅤMEANGIRL!SHOKO nibbles her pen and ends up salivating over it, lost in thought over how good your pussy tasted, until she's unable to think straight—not that she ever thought very straightly about you before being acquainted with the taste of your sweet cunt. And this pisses her off, you know? Because how is she supposed to come top of the class if she can't outstudy you?—you're cutting it so close to her running these days that she gets an angry tingle up her spine every time she sees or hears the slightest reverence of your name.
No fucking chance you'll top her. No way.
ㅤMEANGIRL!SHOKO lets you top her... okay, but only if her strap is buried to the hilt in your crybaby pussy. "Look at you ride it like a bitch, aren't you just desperate?—that's right, just ride yourself dumb on me." she coaxes, yanking you closer, grabbing rough handfuls of your breasts and pinching at your perky nipples.
ㅤMEANGIRL!SHOKO who watches you shudder through a tumultuous orgasm, cunt stuffed to the brim and cervix squeezingly kissed by her pretty pink strap, "mhm," her voice quavers, hand reaching for your sides to anchor your hips firmly down on her strap cock, "learning to cum like a real slut, aren't you?—oh, I'm so proud of you, my pretty girl."
ㅤMEANGIRL!SHOKO snaps a fucking polaroid of you cumming all over her strap, because having a gallery full of your slutty pussy in all positions trapped inside her phone just isn't cutting it... she needs a photocopy of that pussy so she can keep it in her pocket and give it a little kiss when she's missing you—but more importantly, for use when she needs to humiliate you.
ㅤMEANGIRL!SHOKO yanks you around more roughly than any man you've been with before, scissoring open your legs and pinning you to the mattress with her pussy so roughly you honestly could cum from her womanhandling alone. She's muttering filth in your ear that sounds like a fucking smut fic, "You feel so fucking good I hate it... you smug bitch, you know how good your pussy feels, don't you?" she seethes, gripping your face, crashing her lips down on yours to eat you up in that all-devouring kiss until you're running out of air and fuuuuuuuccckkkkk she loves it when your eyes roll back when her tongue explores your mouth. It's so fucking slutty.
ㅤMEANGIRL!SHOKO who has a cruel wit all too quick for you to come back at, "You're so obsessed with me even your grades are like my tits huh?—keep struggling to get higher than a D, baby, i love watching dumb girls fail. It's my kink."
ㅤMEANGIRL!SHOKO whose teeth clash with yours from the force of her ravaging kiss, stealing you for a make out session in the girl's bathrooms. Pushing her body up against yours, breasts weighing heavy on your chest, nipples peaking through the ripples of her tight tank top letting you know that she was not wearing a bra. But as if that wasn't enough to rouse your urge to grab up her soft tits, she brings your hand to them herself and moans into your mouth like fuck so hotly, so eagerly, swallowing down your whimpers when you start squeezing eagerly at her breasts.
ㅤMEANGIRL!SHOKO turns you into a total slave for her sweet pussy, to the point she's got you scurrying off mid-lecture to take pictures of your pussy so she can rub her clit to them
ㅤMEANGIRL!SHOKO turns you on in the library, just to ruin your little study session. Why bury your nose in the books when her pussy is right there under her mini-skirt? One long, manicured nail terminates your timer, "Give up and be my slut for a bit. It'll refresh you. Trust me, 's more effective than whatever silly little techniques you're using." she sneers, watching you bite your lip and squirm with that unmissable excitement behind your eyes.
ㅤMEANGIRL!SHOKO loves how your eyes sparkle with worry when she stands over you, swiping her soft cunt over your nose, using you to get off in the middle of the library. Worse when she grips the front of your hair and holds you down on her cunt, but you're just happy to be buried in her mean, mean pussy, because is there anything better than the girl you hate cumming all over your quivering tongue? Not really, no.
ㅤMEANGIRL!SHOKO clamps her one palm against your pussy, and clamps her other against your mouth to keep you quiet, "shut up and cum like a good little slut all over my hand, m'kay?" she growls in your ear, dull ache in her arm as she fingers our pussy as hard as she possibly can. she can feel your juices running down her wrist, you're freely gushing all over her fingers, seeing heaven flickering in your vision right before she brings you to another writhing orgasm "mmf!" your moan is stifled by her hand
ㅤMEANGIRL!SHOKO rejoices at your downfall. Like, seriously, the evil slut grins widely when she catches glimpse of the grade you received for the last test.
ㅤMEANGIRL!SHOKO promises to tutor you and promises she'll 'target your weak spots' but surprise!—fifteen minutes into the first study session, the textbooks are not the only thing spread open. "Such a sweet pussy for a dumb girl," she smiles serenely, lips grazing over your clit, "What are you so fucking wet for, huh? Oh, let me guess... ovulation week got you bad? Can't think about anything but this? Getting stretched out on my fucking fingers? Is that all you are, little slut, just a place for me to warm my fingers? Aw, and you suck them in so well..." she slips a finger inside your eager hole, your warm walls welcoming the intrusion. "You've been getting wet while I've been wasting my time trying to teach you. How ungrateful. 'm gonna have to show you what happens to ungrateful sluts, m'kay? Hold your legs back."
ㅤMEANGIRL!SHOKO who fucks your brains out before exams, in hopes her pussy leaves you so disoriented that you can hardly answer the first question. She'll be sneering at you afterwards, breasts tightly wrapped behind her micro-tee—taunting you with them, "These are the only two things you can focus on, ha-ha~"
I do not allow the copying/plagiarizing/reposting/translation/AI training (etc) of my works. Please don't steal what I've worked hard to create. You cunt.
SYNOPSIS...since high school you and shoko have been known to be two peas in a pod, the bestest of friends but only you two know what happens behind closed doors
INFO...shoko x fem!reader, top!shoko, phone sex(?), vibrators, fingering, oral (reader!receiving), hidden relationship, praise, sweet ending, not proofread
OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated
Since high school you and Shoko were always known as the two girls around jujutsu high. Dare I say, you were the female version of Gojo and Geto. You and Shoko instantly clicked, always joking and laughing, messing around with Geto and Gojo just for the fun of it. Sometimes, you two would sneak around behind the school to share a cigarette. It wasn’t until both of you graduated that you ended up finding her attractive. She grew her hair out longer, started embracing her role in the jujutsu society and you’d always steal glances from her.
The accidental hand touching as she breezed past you, the little smirks she’d give you across the room when a higher up was yapping her ear off. It was until about 4 years of yearning that both of you finally caught the hint. Well, you caught the hint. Shoko always had a thing for you, at least that’s what you found out when she was knuckles deep in your pussy.
“I’ve always liked you, y/n.” She smiled against your skin, pressing a kiss to your cheek. Her fingers massaged your g-spot as she whispered in your ear. “I was starting to think that maybe you didn’t like me back, you know? But now look at you,” she chuckled, turning her gaze toward your sopping pussy.
One hookup led to two and then another and then another. You and Shoko became absolutely addicted to each other. It got to the point where you couldn’t even make yourself cum if you weren’t thinking about her. Sometimes you’d even call her late hours in the night just to hear her voice, asking her to help you cum.
“You’re so close aren’t you, baby?” She cooed. “You need my help, huh? Yeah?” She smiled to herself as she heard you whimper out her name. “Facetime me, I wanna watch.” In just mere second you were facetiming her while she sat at her desk going over some stupid paper work that she couldn’t care less about right now. “Look at how fucking wet you are because of me. Go ahead and keep rubbing your clit. Get right on the fucking edge.”
Each time, you came so hard just because of her. You wanted more and more each time, wanted to show her how much you needed her right there with you.
Each time you, her, Geto, and Gojo hung out, it was almost like nothing ever happened. The boys never became suspicious of anything because you and Shoko kept treating each other like you have all those past years. Like friends. Talking about the latest fashion, that new movie with the controversial actor, complaining about your job, things that friends would normally talk about.
But later on, you’d drive to the middle of an empty field, too eager to make it back to the house, her mouth around your nipples, licking, sucking and biting while you moaned and whimpered like a bitch in heat. “You looked so pretty in this skirt today.” She smile up at you, pecking your lips.
“I wore it for you,” you muttered between moans.
“Yeah? How thoughtful of you to give me easy access to this pretty pussy.” She sloppily kissed between your breasts and down your stomach while her fingertips pulled at the hem of your panties.
“Sho, what if someone catches us out—mmmph—here!” You sit up on your elbows, breathing heavily as she tosses your panties on the car floor and pushes your skirt up. She completely ignores your question, laying her tongue flat on your clit. “Oh fuckkk.” And suddenly all your worries went away.
Recently, all the jujustu sorcerers and anyone involved in the jujustu society were invited to a party. Of course you had to go and everyone else as well despite you lacking the energy to stand around and talk to people you didn’t know all day.
When you arrived, you hung out with your usual group. People you went to high school with. Geto, Gojo, Nanami, Haibara, Utahime, and of course Shoko. You damn near choked on your drink when she walked through the doors. Her makeup looked like it prepared by the gods and her dress hugged her figure so good it felt like your eyes were about to pop out of your head if your stared too long.
Shoko could say the same about you, the color you were wearing complimented your skin tone perfectly and gloss that made your lips shine under the light had her wanting to kiss and bite them right then and there. “Hey guys!” She simply greeted.
Hours went by already, boredom plaguing your mind as you watched Geto and Gojo act a fool on the dance floor, drunk out of there minds. Nanami had snuck out early, which you can’t blame him for. Haibara was chatting it up with Utahime in a corner for seemed like an hour now and that only left you and Shoko.
“Having fun?” She leaned towards you, sipping from her glass.
“No. My feet are killing me and this dress is too damn tight.” You shifted in the fabric, gripping your champagne glass tighter. You could feel her eyes rake over your entire body, but dare didn’t turn in her direction.
“Your ass looks great by the way. Maybe I’ll help you get out that dress later tonight?” She raised a brow, waiting for a response.
“Shoko, hush!” You looked around the room to see if anyone had heard which made her laugh.
“Who gives a fuck if anyone hears. Two girls fucking, so what? People need to get with the times.” She shook her head. “They’re missing out.” A sigh left her lips.
“What are you saying?” A smirked tugged at the corner of your lips as you leaned against the bar.
“I’m saying, you’re great in bed, hot stuff. We’ve been having sex for what…? 2 years now?” She reached into her clutch, pulling out a cigarette and a lighter. “Wanna smoke?” She nodded her head in the direction of the balcony.
“Fuck it.” You two both walked outside, the music playing over the speakers began fading, replaced with the annoying sounds of crickets and the occasional owl hooting somewhere in the trees. She lit the cigarette, taking the first drag before handing it over to you.
“So how long are we gonna keep up this ‘just friends’ act, huh?” She asked, watching you blow out the excess smoke. “We’re nearly together every day, fucking every week, if not every day.” She grabs the cigarette from between your fingers.
“Are you saying you wanna date me, Ieri Shoko?” You tease, smiling at her. “The Ieiri Shoko wants to date someone? I thought you didn’t like labels?”
“Oh fuck off,” she laughed, waving her hand at you. “Yeah, yeah, I said what I said, but can a girl not change her mind?” She turned to look at you, her eyes boring into yours as she put out the cigarette, tossing it. You looked away nervously, smiling down at the floor. “How about we say fuck this party and go back to mine, huh? Maybe it’ll help you think of an answer.”
As soon as you and Shoko made it to her apartment, you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. She messily kissed you, hastily pulling down the straps of your dress while kicking her heels off and tossing her clutch to the floor. “I want you so fucking bad, all of the time,” she said between kisses.
Within minutes you were on her bed, sitting between her legs as she had a vibrator pressed to your pussy, her other hand twisting and pulling at your hard nipples. “Fuckkk, Shoko!” You gasped, legs twitching as the waves of pleasure shooting through your body. “I’m gonna fucking cum!” You moan.
She rubbed the vibrator up and down your clit, massaging it into your poor, sensitive pussy. “Getting desperate, baby?” She craned her neck down, her lips connecting with yours, kissing you with such fervor. You grinded your hips into the vibrator, moaning into her mouth as you felt your orgasm approaching quickly. She pulled away from the kiss, spit connecting to both of your lips as she stared into your eyes with such lust and desire. “You cumming? Yeah? Yeah, there you go let it out. Yes!” She smiled, lifting her head to watch how your body writhed above her and your heavenly moans bounced off the walls of her bedroom.
She turned off the vibrator, tossing it to the side. Her fingers grazed over your pussy, tapping it lightly, hearing your wetness as you begged to be fucked. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.” She kissed down your neck, teasing your entrance with her fingers, pushing them in and out slowly.
“You’re such a fucking tease,” you breathy chuckle.
“Oh, yeah? I can show you a tease.” She began reaching into her beside drawer.
“No, no! I was kidding!” You laugh, pulling her arm back. “Come here.” You gather strength to sit upright, facing towards her. Her cheeks are tinted pink and her skin was glowing under the light. “I think you’re beautiful too.” You cup her face in your hands.
“Getting all sappy on me now?” She pulled you onto her lap so you were straddling her.
“Shut up.” You roll your eyes, smiling as you leaned into the kiss. This time it wasn’t rushed or sloppy. You felt every moment, every movement, and every thought. Shoko deepened the kiss, pulling you closer against her chest, hugging you tighter. Your tongues moved against each other slowly, biting and sucking on her bottom lip before pulling away. “I like doing this with you.”
“Yeah?” She asked, you nod in return. “Does that mean what I think it means?” She dragged her index finger along your jaw.
“If we’re talking about the same thing, then yes—mmph!” She kissed you again with so much force, your back hit the plush comforter beneath you.
“I’m even more turned on knowing you’re mine now. Fuck me,” she said in disbelief.
“Well who said we had to stop?” You bite your lip, sitting up on your elbows. Shoko stared at you for few seconds and without saying a word, her hands gravitated to your thighs, spreading them apart, wasting zero time in putting her face in your pussy. A small gasp escapes your throat when she gently kisses your clit, the tip of her tongue rolling it in circles. “God, Sho!” You fall back on the bed, stuck in the blissful headspace.
The flat of her tongue works its way through your soppy folds, licking up your juices and tasting them on her tongue. She watches the way your face contorts in pleasure, your hands reaching up to play with your tits, pulling at your taut nipples. She sucks on your clit for little, earning a high pitched moan from you, smirking at your reaction. She knows how sensitive it still must be.
“Pussy tastes so good, baby. Mmm,” she moans, slurping on your clit and your folds, spitting directly onto your cunt before licking it back up again.
“Yes, yes, just like that!” You nod, biting down on your lip as you watch the way she eats your pussy like a pro. “Feels so fucking good.” Your toes curl as you hook your hands under your legs, pulling them back farther. “Yes, fuck!” Your eyes roll back when she pulls back the hood your clit, exposing it which made all the more difference.
“Play with those pretty tits for me, baby.” She lifts her head to catch her breath, her lips and chin coated in your slick. She looks so fucking good it makes you even more wet. You reach your hand up once more, cupping your breast and pulling at your nipple while she watches with a smile. “Good girl.” He her hot tongue swirls around your swollen clit once more, messily eating your pussy cause that’s how she knows you like it.
“I’m so close, baby, right fucking there, Sho.” Your jaw drops open, your hand finding home in her hair, pushing her face in deeper. “Shit, shit! Yes, I’m so fucking close!” You gasp, rutting your hips against her face like a bitch in heat. Shoko hums in amusement, looking up at you, making direct eye contact, wanting to watch you cum on her tongue. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” Your legs shake uncontrollably, grabbing a fistful of her hair tighter as you come undone. Your back into the mattress, still coming down from your orgasm. “Oh fuck,” you breathe.
Shoko finally lifts her head, pleased with herself, the biggest smile on her face. “You still alive, hot stuff?” She hovers over you.
“Barely.” You murmur, looking at her through your hazy state. “How do you always make me cum that hard?” You groaned, chest heaving up and down.
“Um, I have my ways.” She jokes, falling beside you. She softly kisses your shoulder. “Need some water or something?” She asks softly.
“Not right now. I can’t even think straight.” You flip over, facing her.
“I made you cum so hard I rewired your brain? That’s new.” She said with a hint of sarcasm. You playfully shoved her shoulder. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” She pulled you in close to her. “So does this mean—”
“That we get to tell Geto and Gojo. Yes. I wouldn’t be surprised if they were also dating each other.” You furrowed your brows at the thought of it.
“You’re oddly right. Gojo was damn near twerking on Geto earlier.” Shoko stared up at the ceiling, running her fingers over your skin.
“Wait, really?!” You asked with sudden surprise.
“You didn’t see? Geto got real close behind Gojo. One inch more and boom! Contact.” Shoko nodded, trying to hold in her laugh.
You couldn’t help but burst into laughter at the thought of Gojo twerking especially on Geto. “Oh my gosh! Just imagine Gojo throwing it back for Geto!” You cackled, Shoko laughing in return.
“Oh no! Do not put that image in my mind!” She cringed, clenching her eyes shut.
“Maybe Geto slips him a twenty for a lap dance. You never know,” you roll over laughing, barely able to breathe.
“Oh my goodness! Shut up!” Shoko covers her mouth, pushing you away from her. “Stop! I can’t!”
“Okay, okay,” you breathe heavily, scooting closer to her again. “I’ll stop.” You rest your head on her shoulder again.
She kisses the top of your head. “I love this. I’ll never get tired of it. The laughs, the sex, your warmth, your smile. You.”You sit up to look at her with a complex expression. “What?”
“Since when did you get all poetic with your words? I guess the sex must’ve rewired your brain too—” Shoko rolls her eyes at your words, covering your mouth with her hand.
“I try to be all lovey dovey and this is what I get? Sickening.”
The weeks after Satoru fought Sukuna were absolute hell.
His fingers trembled at random times due from the abuse of his technique, his temporal lobe was damaged due to his abuse of reverse curse technique, and scars. So many scars all over his body acting as a mocking symbol in his eyes of everything he went through during the fight.
Satoru was cleared out of Shokos care after 2 weeks and finally was back at home. Seated on the couch shirt off - sunglasses on the tip of his nose, long legs sprawled out with his back slouched trying to dull the pain of the big jagged scar across his abs though nothing really dulled any of the pain throughout his body. except for you, You made his brain forget everything that happened.
“open up.” your tender voice rang through his ears making him turn his head back to the side, his lips part slowly allowing you to so gently bring the spoon to his lips feeding him another bite of the soft vanilla cake hoping that the sugar would stimulate his brain.
He chewed slower. wincing a bit here and there as he chewed and swallowed the small bite of cake.
“you must think i’m weak now,” he mumbled under his breath loud enough for you to hear the degrading words he thought of himself.
setting the plate down your hand gently goes to his cheek tracing the long scar painted on his soft skin your finger tip laced with love that he could sense.
“i don’t think that,” your soft reassurance didn’t really so any good for his insecurities. And of course you noticed, you always noticed the smallest details about him that sometimes it even scared him.
“i think your scars are so beautiful,” your finger trails down to the ones on his chest. Big ones - small ones, faded ones, along with bright angry red one that painted his chest. Your soft finger tip makes its way to a specific one that was red right above where his heart was beating, your finger tip could feel his soft heartbeat that secured some of your worries.
“this one is my favorite cause it reminds me where your heart is-,” your finger travels down to the big angry one across his abdomen. The one that would’ve cost him his entire life if it went all the way through. “i love this one the most. reminds me of just how precious you are,” his muscles tense under your finger tip. Your words were so sweet and tender making his eyes soften as he watch your finger tip continue to trace each scar on his abdomen and chest.
“i like to think of them as little pathways to the things i love most about you. like the scars on your chest are little pathways to your heart, and the ones of your cheeks are little pathways to your eyes.” you softly say as your finger tips continue to tenderly trace each scar, Satoru didn’t say anything. Your words struck him a little too much that it made the entire room silent.
His hand reaches out taking your hand that was tracing his scars you could feel the light tremble in his fingers as they interlocked with yours. lifting your head up meeting his gaze finally his eyes were soft and his once bull eyes now slightly dull. His other hand comes out gently cupping your cheek as he stared at you in silence, his dull blue eyes taking in every little detail on your face.
“Didn’t know my scars would turn my wife into a big sap for me,” his lips turning into a small tender smirk. making you let out a breathy giggle knowing in the back of your mind your reassurance worked on him.
“you’re like a tiger now,” you giggle looking at him with so much love. his finger brushed against your cheek his lips turning into a small smile as he let out his own soft chuckle.
“are you saying i look like an animal now?” he teased, his usual playfulness rekindling again after weeks of him being serious and closed off.
Your free hand comes out cupping his trembling hand. “maybe,” you teased back with a small giggle making Satoru rolls his eyes fondling.
You lean up on to your knees that were planted on the couch cushion beside his thick thigh, lips tenderly kissing the long scar on his cheek before pulling away looking into his eyes once more.
“now how about you finish your cake so your brain doesn’t go fuzzy on me, then we can take a nap together.” Satoru just nodded letting out a soft sigh watching you retrieve the plate that was safely on the coffee table.
He knew it would take a while for him to get use to his scars, to everything. But he also knew he had you right by his side nursing him back to his old self again.
mdni. messy drunk makeout with shoko turns into mutual fingering.
“your tits look fucking amazing in that top.”
you’re drunk. really drunk. because no way you just said that. the words spill out before the bathroom door even clicks shut behind you. shoko’s leaning on the sink, cigarette unlit between her fingers, one brow arched like she was waiting for it.
the black satin clings to her like it’s wet, straps thin enough to snap, neckline dipped so low the curves spill over every time she breathes. she exhales a laugh that fogs in the neon light.
“sorry, i— fuck, ignore me, i’m drunk—”
you’ve had this crush on her for years, quiet, hopeless, tucked behind friendly smiles and borrowed hoodies you never gave back. she never said a word, never thought you’d look at her like this. or maybe she did. was hoping so.
shoko stubs the cigarette in the sink. steps forward until the toes of her boots bump yours. she smells like peach lipgloss and smoke.
“go ahead then. touch. been staring all night.”
you freeze, cheeks burning hotter than the tequila in your blood. she takes your wrist and brings your shaking hand up, pressing your palm flat against the warm satin over her left tit. her heartbeat thuds steady under your fingers.
“been waiting for you to stop pretending you didn’t want to.”
your breath catches hard. she keeps your hand there, slides it lower, under the fabric, skin on skin, until you’re cupping her bare and she’s arching into it with a soft exhale.
“touch me,” she murmurs, guiding your other hand to her waist. you squeeze, thumb brushing her nipple, and she moans quiet, head tipping back.
“been thinking about your hands on me for months,” she says, pushing until your back hits the stall door, ushers you inside and locks it behind her.
then her mouth is on yours, hungry, certain, like she’s done waiting too. her tongue slides against yours and you taste everything you’ve been starving for. the kiss tastes like peach lipgloss and the last shot you split.
her hands are under your shirt now, nails dragging up your sides, cupping your tits like she’s comparing. you’re both breathing hard, foreheads pressed together while you grope each other like teenagers who just discovered skin.
“fuck, you’re soft,” she mutters, thumb flicking your nipple until your hips jerk. you answer by shoving her top down, mouth closing over one breast, sucking hard enough that she gasps and grinds against your thigh.
someone bangs on the door. you both freeze, lips still attached to her skin. shoko flips them off without looking, then drags your skirt up with one hand while the other slips into your panties.
her fingers find you soaked. you’re still scared to believe it’s real until she sinks two fingers inside you and whispers against your lips, “there you go, baby, let me feel how long you’ve wanted this.”
you return the favor, pushing past lace to sink into wet heat that makes her thighs tremble. you match rhythms without talking. deep, slow strokes, thumbs circling clits, mouths messy and open against each other.
the music outside fades to a dull heartbeat. there’s only the slick sound of fingers fucking, the soft slap of hips rocking, the way shoko’s head falls back when you crook your fingers just right. sweat beads between her breasts and you lean down to lick it off while she fucks you harder, palm slapping wet against your cunt.
she comes first, biting your shoulder to muffle the sound, pussy clenching hard around your fingers while her own stutter inside you. the pulse of it drags you over too; you bury your face in her neck, soaking her hand, thighs clamping around her wrist.
you stay like that, breathing hard, fingers still inside each other like you’re scared to let go. her heartbeat is wild under your palm where it’s pressed to her chest.
you’re still shaking when she pulls her fingers out of you, glistening under the sick neon light. she lifts her hand between you. her tongue slides out, flat and warm, licking a long stripe up her own fingers, tasting you.
“open,” she whispers.
you do, helpless. she pushes her fingers past your lips, pressing down on your tongue so you taste yourself, salty, sharp, mixed with her skin. she watches you suck her clean, then leans in and replaces her fingers with her tongue.
she licks into your mouth like she’s chasing the last drop, moaning soft when you kiss back just as hungry. your hands are still on her bare tits, thumbs circling her nipples, and she grinds against your thigh once, twice, like she’s already close again.
when she finally pulls back there’s a thin string of spit connecting your lips. she breaks it with her thumb.
“told you i’ve been waiting,” she murmurs, voice hoarse. “now you know what you taste like on me.”
you’re never recovering from this. you don’t want to.
