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the moment sukuna had told you that he was gonna be bulkin' again, this time far much longer than he had last time, you immediately started meal preppin', you made anything that would add heavy calories into his diet, pasta, cookies, rice and chicken smothered in sauce, fatty steak, you name it.
you started to notice that he was getting a lot heavier as the weeks passed by, arms ridiculously stronger, thighs thicker than usual, a belly that turned from lean abs to a sexy pudge, boxers that barley fit him anymore, each pair on the brink of literal doom, one wrong move and they'd bust open.
he was always extra sweaty when he got home from the gym, rushing to the kitchen to grab one of your prepped meals, scarfin' it down before gulpin' down a chocolate protein shake, you'd always come up to give him a hug, small frame wrapping around his.
but fuck did you love it.
the way his arms were bigger than ever, heavier, chubbier, when he'd finally wrap them around you â your entire body was swallowed by just his arms.
and when he'd fuck you...
heavy, thick, warm. that's how he felt when he had you in a mean mating press, thick fingers gripping your thighs, pushing them down into your chest, veins protruding through his skin, bulging, pulsing. and god the way his cock had gotten chubbier Jus' a tad bit, stretchin' you open wider than before.
the way his belly rolled over a tiny bit when you were perched on top of his cock, his back pushed against the couch, cock slidin' in an' out of your syrupy slick.
or sometimes, he'd place a heavy hand on your skull, pushing you down against the plush bed, face smooshed into the blanket, mascara smudging all over it.
even his grunts had changed into animalistic sounding groans and rough pants when he'd bully his chubby thickened cock deep inside you. he needed it more often as well, beggin' for sex every single day, most of the time, multiple times a day. always cummin' in thick ropes, whether it be, painting your face, filling that cunt up, makin' you swallow, on your tits. everywhere.
he knew the affect it had on you, he knew that you loved the feeling of his heavy body fuckin' deep inside your gummy walls, he knew it and would always mutter a sly "yeah baby? you love how big I feel?" or a "cocks gotten bigger too, better savor it woman"
he was a lot warmer as well, the body heat that radiated off of him could work as your own personality fireplace..you didn't even need a blanket anymore. when you were cold, he'd just grab you, pull you up onto his chest, lay against your thighs, anything and you'd be warm within seconds.
every single shirt he owned was now stretched out, what once was a small, used to be tight around the edges, fit him and you perfectly now, is almost twice the size on you and nearly falling apart on him.
you donât expect him to be nervous. he hides it well, hands shoved in his pockets, shoulders relaxed like this is nothingâjust another friday night. but the second you open your dorm door, sukuna just⊠pauses. eyes dragging down your outfit, lingering a half-second too long like heâs trying to memorize you.
âyou lookââ he clears his throat, gaze snapping away. âyeah. good. really good.â
heâs wearing a hoodie that somehow looks newer than anything he owns, like he bought it because you said his other one smelled like âfrat house walls.â his hairâs pushed back like he actually tried. he even smells like something cologne-adjacent instead of weed and whatever body wash was closest.
he holds out his hand, pretending itâs casual. âcâmon. weâll be late.â
you take it, and his fingers tighten just a little, just enough to say donât let go yet. he takes you downtown, somewhere quieter than the usual frat-boy chaos. a tiny ramen place with soft lighting and booths that make you sit close. he tries to act like heâs been here before but he obviously googled âdate restaurants near me.â
he lets you order first. he keeps glancing over the menu like heâs studying, even though the only thing he ends up saying is, âiâll get whatever sheâs having.â like heâs proud to match you.
during dinner he does that thing where he watches you talk more than he talks himself. he tries not to stare, but his leg keeps bouncing under the table every time your knee brushes his.
âyouâre quiet,â you tease.
he shrugs, poking at his food. âdonât wanna say something stupid.â
âyou always say stupid things.â
he looks up, deadpan. âyeah, but tonight iâm trying not to.â
thatâs when you really feel itâthis version of him that no one else gets. not the loud, cocky frat boy. not the guy people whisper about at parties. just sukuna, sitting across from you, pretending heâs not nervous because he wants this to go right.
after dinner, he takes you to the tiny arcade down the street. says itâs âjust to kill time,â but then spends $12 trying to win you a plushie from a claw machine. swears under his breath every time the claw drops it.
âthis stupid thingâs rigged,â he grumbles, shoving another dollar in anyway.
the fourth try, he finally gets itâa little pink bunny that he doesnât even look at before handing it to you. âhere,â he says. âdonât lose it.â
you smile. âyou got this just for me?â
he rolls his eyes. âdonât make it sound corny.â
itâs almost midnight when he walks you back, hands shoved in his pockets again, but he stays close enough that your arm brushes his each step. outside your dorm, he hesitates. the kind of hesitation that makes your heart stutter.
âsoâŠâ he says, scratching the back of his neck. âdid you⊠like it? i mean. the date.â
you step closer. âi liked it a lot.â
he looks down at you, eyes soft in a way he doesnât show anyone else. thenâcarefully, like heâs afraid to mess it upâhe cups your jaw with one warm hand and leans in. the kiss is slow, gentle, almost shy. nothing like the frat-boy reputation he wears like armor. this is different.
when he pulls back, he exhales like heâs been holding his breath since you opened your door. âgood,â he murmurs. âcause⊠i wanna take you on another one.â
you smile against his chest when he pulls you in, hoodie soft against your cheek, heartbeat steady under your ear. and for once, he doesnât pull away first.
this is rly the loml fr ugh i don't even wanna write smut anymore he's converted me to soft & fluffy kuna only
bulking season hits ryomen sukuna like a religious calling. one morning you wake up and heâs already at the foot of the bed pulling on a hoodie that somehow still canât contain his shoulders. heâs heavier this time of yearâthicker, all that gym time turning into dense muscle that makes your brain short-circuit every time he walks past you.
his neck is wider, veins popping even when heâs relaxed. his traps sit high enough that half his shirts stretch weird over them. his chest is ridiculous nowâthe kind of chest that makes you sink into him like a weighted blanket when he pulls you close.
his waist is still tight, but his stomach? bigger, firmer, a bulked-up wall of warmth you canât stop touching. he grumbles every time you put your cold hands under his hoodie, but he never pushes you awayâjust mutters, âyouâre lucky iâm not cutting,â like he didnât flex for you two minutes earlier.
his thighs are the worst temptation. theyâve always been big, but now theyâre monstrousâthick enough that when he sits down the fabric of his sweats strains, thick enough that sitting on his lap feels like sitting on a damn radiator. he spreads his legs wider without thinking, smug when he pulls you between them.
even his hugs hit different. heavier, warmer. he wraps those giant arms around you and your face disappears into his chest, your feet barely on the ground. he holds you like youâre nothing, like your weight doesnât register, like winter could never touch you as long as heâs there.
and he knows the effect he has. heâll catch you staring while heâs meal-prepping some insane seven-egg, two-avocado, mystery-meat bowl and smirk without looking up. âstop eye-fucking me, brat,â he says, stirring lazily, âunless youâre planning on doing something about it.â
and at night? heâs hot as hellâliterally. a walking furnace. you wake up sweating because he sleeps with one huge arm slung over your waist, dragging you into his chest like youâre part of him. he growls in his sleep if you try to escape.
âcold?â he mumbles into your neck at 3am, voice gravelly and half-asleep. you nod. he grunts, rolls on top of you, and covers you like a weighted comforter made of pure muscle.
âbetter?â
yes. obviously yes. because if winter is brutal, sukuna in bulking mode is the cureâa big, warm, terrifyingly jacked boyfriend who keeps you insulated, pinned, claimed, and overheated in every possible way.
âyou think i donât care about you?â heâd growled hours ago, sharp as razors.
you hadnât flinched. youâd just looked at him with red-rimmed eyes and whispered, âyou donât act like it.â
and that had fucking stuck. even now, hours later, as you lay beneath him, breathless and quiet, he still heard it echoing through his skull. you donât act like it. not when he bit, not when he barked, not when he used your body like it was the only thing he could touch without breaking.
but you were still here. still letting him climb between your legs, still looking at him with wary hope like maybe this time would be different. and he was trying.
fuck, he was trying.
he cupped your face like it was fragile, like you were fragile, and not the only goddamn thing in the world that made him feel human. his thumbs brushed your cheeks, lingering under your eyes.
âstill mad at me?â he asked, rough, but not cruel.
your throat moved when you swallowed. âiâm just tired.â
that made something behind his ribs ache. a thing that shouldnât have existed. not in him. not like this.
âi donât want you tired,â he muttered. his lips hovered by your throat. âi want you sated. quiet. shaking.â
âi want to feel loved,â you whispered.
and that shattered him in a way no cursed energy never could. he didnât speak again. he just kissed you slowly. it felt wrong on his mouth, too soft and tender, but you sighed into it, fingers curling in his hair, and that made it right.
so he kept going. kept touching you like he meant it. like he wasnât trying to own you, but understand you. his hands didnât bruise this time. they cradled and traced every inch of skin like a map he hadnât studied well enough. you were warm and too sweet.
he didnât deserve this, but fuck, he needed it.
when he slid inside you, it wasnât rough or frantic. it was slow, like he was giving you a chance to run.
you didnât and pulled him closer. âi hate fighting with you.â
âi hate making you cry,â he rasped.
your nails dug into his back. âthen stop doing it.â
âiâm trying.â it sounded like a lie, but this time it wasnât.
he kissed you deeper and harder then, his mouth was the only way he knew how to speak. iâm sorry. iâm here. iâm yours.
you moaned softly, thighs wrapping around his waist. âyou feel different.â
âiâm not fucking you,â he said, eyes locked on yours. âiâm loving you.â
your breath caught and he almost looked away. but then your hand touched his cheek and he stayed right there.
he kept thrusting, slow and deep, watching every tiny reaction play across your face like a prayer he hadnât learned how to say. your lips trembled and your hips rose.
and he realized that this was the most intimate heâd ever been. not the sex. the look. the watching. the being watched.
you could see it all now; the hunger, the guilt. the desperate, bitter hope that maybe this could be enough. maybe youâd still want him, even after seeing how broken he was inside.
âiâm not good at this,â he whispered.
âi know,â you breathed.
âbut i want you.â
âi know.â
âand i donât want anyone else touching you. ever.â
you smiled softly. âthat part, youâre very good at.â
he huffed and pressed his forehead against yours. you wrapped your arms around him like you finally believed it that he was trying. that he cared. and for once, he didnât need to say anything more.
he held you and moved inside you, because he belonged there.
cw p in v, unprotected sex, choso is kind of doing hyper fixation, nipple piercings, Prince Albert piercing, both are dominant, oral sex (f. receiving), big dick choso, degrading and praising, riding, mating press, face sitting. mostly smut with a little plot (?)
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choso stood in the shower, slapping his head against the wall, cursing himself for what he had done last night. was he dumb? noâhe was the dumbest. not only had he given you a lap dance, but he had totally lost control⊠all because he got carried away by gojo's antics⊠and your cockiness.
âi'm so dumb, please, what was i thinking.â
he must have freaked you outâyou, his pretty crush. his lovely crush of five years!!!! he had wanted to wait for the right moment, take you out first, maybe? just keep it slow. he had plansânot concrete ones, sure, considering he had been putting off asking you out for four yearsâ BUT HE WAS ABOUT TO!! and then? then, he flubbed everything.Â
put his hand in your panties like some kind of pervert.Â
âam i crazy?â the memories of last night kept replaying in his mind like a never-ending torture reelâthe way your eyes had widened, gojo's obnoxious cackle, the way he moved on top of youâŠ
his hands flew to his face, covering it as the image of him taking off his shirt surfaced.Â
âwhy did i do thaaaat?â it's been hours now but he still was analyzing every second, every word, every breathâlike some kind of detective trying to piece together a crime scene.
âi wasn't even drunk, just a little tipsy, please,â he muttered to himself. his brain refused to move on. he needed a reset. a cleanse. what if he vanished? he could pack his bags, drop out, change his name, move to remote village where no one knew the name Choso Kamoâ
âyou're miserable.â of course he couldn't do all that, and of course suguru and satoru had to invite you over their shared college apartment.
meanwhile you? you had spent all day thinking about last night. the way chosoâthe usual awkward chosoâhad moved against you, the heat of his body, the way his hands gripped you. the way his usual reserved, flushed face was nowhere to be seenâreplaced by something demanding, dominant.
and it had left you aching. all day long, the pulse between your thighs wouldn't let up. only intensifying as you replayed the moment his bulge pressed against your heated core, giving you that perfect pressure.
which is exactly why you were in his room now.Â
he had tried to escape you all night, hunched over on the couch, avoiding eye contact like his entire existence was a mistake. the moment you called his name, his entire body tensed, bracing for impact.
and now? he was hiding in his room.
choso had had shot up so fast he nearly tripped over the coffee table. âiâi gottaââ he didn't even finish his sentence before he had bolted to his room, slamming the door behind him.
a beat of silence had passed before gojo wheezed. âohhh, he's so fucked.â as he exchanged a look with geto. you laughed, stretching out on the couch before standing up and followed choso right after he had left.
âyeah, this was gonna be funâ you thought.
he was so different than from last night. you needed to know if it was just a fluke. if, perhaps, he regretted it. or if he wanted you as much as you now realized you wanted him.
choso was losing it. he was pacing his room like a madman, running his hands through his damp hair, yanking off his shirt as heat crawled over his skin. his heart was beating out of his chest, his entire body on edge from just one moment of closeness with you.
but how was he supposed to face you after last night? after making a complete fool of himself? he wanted you so badlyâhad wanted you for yearsâbut now it was all ruined. you probably thought he was weird⊠or worse, pathetic.
ââŠchoso?âÂ
fuck.
your voice was soft, almost hesitant, but something about it send a shiver down his spine. he should have ignored it. pretend to be asleep. do anything but let you in.
but then the doorknob had turned. and there you were.
the second you had stepped inside, he knew.
knew from the way your eyes had darkened the moment they had landed on him. from the way you shut the door behind you without looking back.
he swallowed thickly. ây-you need something?â
you stared at him for a moment, eyes roaming over his bare, inked chestâhis damn barbellsâhis flushed face, the nervous twitch of his fingers at his side. he looked unsure, so lostâlike he had no idea what he had done to you.
âhow dare he look like that after making me ache for him all night?â
ââŠyeah,â you finally said, voice low. âi do.â
you stepped forward, pushing him back until his knees hit the bed. he sat without thinking, eyes wide, lips parted in shock. you leaned in, caging him in with your hands on his thighs. his breath hitched.
âi've been thinking about last night,â you admitted, your fingers tracing slow, lazy circles against his skin. âa lot.â
choso swallowed hard, his entire body going stiff. ây-you have?â
you hummed, tilting your head. âmhm. and you've bee avoiding me all night. i don't like that.â
âiââ
you don't let him finish. instead, you climb onto his lap, straddling him exactly like you had last nightâright before geto had joked about getting a room.
he choked on air as your hands slid up his chest, slow and teasing, nails scratching lightly against his skin. just like you did at the party. âyou danced on me like you wanted me, choso,â you murmured, lips brushing against his ear. âyou even felt how wet i was. you touched my pussyâŠÂ licked your fingers.â your teeth grazed his earlobe, making him shudder. âso tell meâŠâ your hips rolled against him, pulling a trembling gasp from his throat. ââŠyou don't want me anymore?â
that's all it took for choso to snap.Â
one second, he was frozen beneath you, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. the next, he was grabbing youâstrong hands gripping your waist as he flipped you onto the bed in one swift, effortless motion.
you barely had time to gasp before his weight was on you, pressing you down, his breath hot against your skin. his tattooed handsânails painted a deep purpleâ pinned yours above your head, fingers intertwining with your own, your dark red polish a stark contrast against his.
âfuckââ he growled, voice rough, desperate. his forehead resting against yours, his dark eyes burning with unhinged desire. âdo you have any idea how many nights i've spent dreaming about this?â
you shivered. this wasn't the flustered, awkward choso from earlier. no, this was the lapdance choso.Â
âchosoââ
this time, he was the one not letting you finish. his lips crashed onto yours, hungry, all tongue and teeth, all the pent-up frustration from five years of longing spilling out at once. his hands moved from your wrists to your waist, gripping tight, possessive.
his hips ground against yours, and you moaned into his mouth, back arching at the friction. that was all it took for him to loosen up completely.
his lips started attacking your neck, sucking hard enough to leave marksâhis marks. his hands tore at your clothes, desperate to feel your skin against his. his mouth trailed lower, teeth scraping against your collarbone, sucking one nipple on the way as his fingers dig into your thighs, spreading them, his breathing ragged.
you whimpered, hips pushing against his, searching for more. and choso didn't even bother undressing himselfâhis only focus was you.
his hands were rough as he spread your legs wider, slotting himself between them. his breath hot against your inner thighs, and fuck, he was already feral with hunger. his lips drag over your skin, leaving open-mouthed kisses that sent chills up your spine. his fingers resting on your hips as he looked up at you, his dark eyes blown wide with need.
âi've wanted this for years,â he groaned. âthought about thisâyouâso many fucking times iââ he shook his head like he couldn't explain it, like he was too far gone to form words.
then he did the only thing he's capable ofâdiving into your core.
his mouth latched onto your clit with a desperation that was insane. his tongue flicked, lapped, sucked, determined to commit your scent to memory by morning. he was messy. sloppy. loud. he slurped, pressing his nose against you as he ate like a man on death row having his last meal.
he moans onto your fat lips, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. choso's eyes roll back at the sweet taste of you. one of his hand traveled up to cup one of your soft breast, squeezing, thumb playing with the hardened nipple.
âfuckâfuck, chosoââ he didn't stop. didn't slow down. if anything, your moans only made him more drunk. he buried his face deeper, his free hand holding you open even as you tried to clamp them shut from the intensity of it. his inked arms looked almost sinful against your untouched skinâmarked hands spreading and owning the softness of your body.Â
"nuh-uh," he grunted, shaking his head. ânot happening. you're gonna take it. gonna let me taste you.â
he was dripping. his cock was so hard it was truly painful, leaking through his sweatpants, leaving a wet spot on it, but he didn't care. didn't need anything except your pussy against his tongue, your thighs trembling on his broad shoulders, breathless little whimpers spilling past your lips as you fell apart for him.Â
he licked everything. lapped up every drop like he was trying to drink you, tongue sliding through your folds, sucking, moaning, devouring you.Â
choso was gone. absolutely, completely, ferally gone. he wasn't just eating you outâhe was making a mess out of himself, out of you, out of the sheets. his tongue was everywhere, slurping up your slick, pushing deep into you just to hear the obscene squelching sounds echo through the room, riding you through your orgasm. god, he was so fucking shameless with it, groaning as he makes out with your cuntâas if he wanted to live there.
his face was soaked, his chin dripping, his cheeks wet with your slick. and he just kept going, even after your previous climax. he is obsessed, getting off on nothing but the taste of you. his big hands holding you open, keeping you in place even as your legs shook from the overstimulation.
"up." he groaned, pulling back just to take in the sight of your wrecked pussy, spread and dripping for him.Â
you barely registered his voice, your brain still fogged with pleasure. âw-what?â
âup here,â he said again, gripping your thighs, his voice rough, hungry. âsit on my face.â
your eyes widened. âchoso, iââ he glared, pulling you closer. âwhat? you scared?â
your face burned. âno, i justâwhat if iâwhat if i suffocate you?â this was genuine fear. no one had ever requested that from you beforeâno one had ever wanted you like this, so desperate, so feral.
choso just snorted, flipping you over with ease, positioning you right over his mouth. âsit.â
âchosoâahhhââ
he pulled you onto him, locking his arms tights around your thighs, forcing you to sink down onto his mouth. he lost no time to dive back in. tongue flattened against you, lips sucking hard before he shoved his face deeper, noise brushing your clit with every movement of his tongue fucking you.
âchosoââ your thighs squeeze around his head making choso groan. sending vibrations up to your core.
his hips bucked up, his rock-hard cock leaking more pre-cum through his sweats, but he ignored itâignored his own desperation, his own need, because you were all that mattered. you crying out his name, you feeding him what he'd been craving for years was way more important.
his hands slide up, gripping your hips, his thumbs stroking the soft patch of hair above your cunt. his fingers twirled the strands absentmindedly, tugging, playingâentranced by every inch of you.
he pulls you down harder, deeper as you start to grind against his tongue, getting wetter from his spit and his sheer obsession. and when your thighs twitch and your back arch and your cunt gushed against his tongueâ
âso pretty,â he muffled. âso soft, so sweet, i could stay down here forever.â your fingers clawed at the bed head, mind blurring as another orgasm crept up too fast, too hard. there was no escape. no mercy. just the wet sounds of his mouth working you open, inked arms locking you in place, dark nails digging into your skin.
choso latches onto you, drinking every single drop, messy and greedy as he moaned once again.
âmine,â he rasped, tongue flicking, fucking you through the second orgasm even though your body was jerking from overstimulation. âyou're fucking mine now. you hear me?â
your mind was fuzzy, lips parting as you tried to catch your breath, but choso wasn't having it.Â
his lips were shiny with your slick, his face drenched, his eyes dark and hungry as he kissed his way up your body, pressing sweet, almost gentle kisses against your skin. But the contrastâthe way his hands were still gripping you tight,âmade you shiver.
âyou can take more, right?â he murmured, voice soft, almost sweet as he nuzzled against your cheek. "you're not done, are you? my pretty girl can handle one more, yeah?â
your breath hitched. "choso, IâI donât think Iââ but he did not care.Â
one moment, you were still straddling his face, thighs tremblingâand the next, you were on the mattress, your legs pushed up, spread wide as he hovered over you. folding you into a mating pressâbig hands hooking under your knees.
you felt his heavy cock toying with your clit as he freed it from the drenched boxer. the tip already leaking against your overstimulated folds. you weren't even looking at itâthe two back-to-back orgasms leaving you drenchedâbut damn, you could feel how big he was just from just the tip.
you tensed. âchosoââ
âshhh, baby,â he whispered, pressing a lingering kiss on your smudged lips. âi'll make it fit. just be good for me, yeah?â
his voice is a mix of gentle sweetness and absolute filth, causing your walls to clench around nothing.
âohhh, fuckââ you gasped, back arching, nails digging into his shoulders.
âshit,â choso groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck. âfucking hell, baby, you're so tightâfuck, squeezing me so goodââ
your pussy was strugglig to take him, stretching wide, the thick girth of his cock making your mind go blank. he was so bigâit felt like he was splitting you open. âc-choso, s'too m-much,â you panted, legs trembling around his waist.
but choso only cooed, kissing your temple, his voice all sweet and reassuring even as he bullied his cock deeper. âyou can take it, pretty girl,â he whispered. âyou're made for it. lookâfuck, taking me so wellââ
but suddenly you feel something.Â
a cool, hard press against your walls, dragging along your inside. your eyes widened, fingers tightening around his biceps as a sharp jolt of pleasure shot up your spine.
âw-wait, whatââ
choso chuckled breathlessly, hips rolling just enough to let the metalic weight of his piercing grind against your sensitive spot. âyou feel that?â voice barely above a whisper, thick wtih amusement.
you whimpered, thighs twitching as the sensation made your head spin. the prince Albert piercing was something you hadn't been prepared forâhadn't even know he hadâbut fuck, the way it dragged inside you, catching against your most sensitive spots, it wasâŠdelectable.
tears pricked your eyes, your body overwhelmed.
âmm, s'nice, huh?â he grunted. âbeen dreaming about how you'd feel wrapped around me like this, all warm ânâ wet, taking my cock with my piercingâŠâ
a broken moan slipped past your lips as he rolled his hips again, the cool metal rubbing against your tender, stretched-out walls, adding a whole new layer of pleasure. your nails raked down his tattooed chest, catching on his pierced nipples.
your walls gripping him like vice, your body pulling him in even as you struggled to adjust.
âshit, baby, you're creamin' all over me.â you whimpered, embarrassment flooding through you, but choso just grinned, his hand sliding between your legs, fingers rubbing at your clit.
ânasty little, thing. acting like you can't take it, but your pussy's sucking me inâmhh, goddamn, you're loving it, right?â
you sobbed, head lolling back, body burning hot from his words, from the way he was praising you while talking so dirty.
his hips keeps pushing into you, pushing all the way to the hilt, forcing you to take every inch of his thick cock in one deep thrust.Â
âchosoâah!â
âmmh, yeah,â he pulled back just to slam into you again, the sound of his hips smacking against yours echoing in the room. âfuck, babyâso tightâgonna stretch you out realll good, yeah. gonna fuck you open 'nâmhfpâ
choso wasn't gentle anymoreâfucking roughly, fast. animalistic. he pounds into your poor, overstimulated pussy like he owned it. because he does. his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you over and over and overâ
âlisten to you,â his eyes rolls back at the obscene sounds of your wet cunt sucking him in. âsoââ slams âfuckingââ slams âmessyââ slams.
hot fat tears make their way down your cheeks, nails dragging down his back, over the swirling ink that covered his shoulders and arms, down to his taut stomach where his happy trail led to thick patch of hair at his base.Â
you werenât even sure what was hotterâthe way he fucked or how he looked doing it. his tattoos flexing with every movement, his abs tightening as he drilled into you, the barbells through his nipples gleaming with sweat, the veins in his arms prominent.
âgonna make you my little cumdrunk girl, huh? my pretty little toy to fuck stupid?â he panted, voice thick with lust, his hips drilling into you. âfeels good? best you ever had? tell me, babyâtell me no one else ever fucked you like thisââ his grip on your waist was bruising, holding you onto place as your body jolted forward because of his brutal thrusts.
your mind was mush. you could barely think, barely breathe. but you knew the answer.
âdamn right,â he gritted out, snapping his hips harder, deeper, until you were seeing the whole constellation. âno one else gets to have you. no one else gets this pussy but me, got it?â
you nodded desperately, body already on edge, the coil in your stomach ready to snapâ
and choso feel it, his hands went to support your thighs, hugging them tightly around his waist. âgo on,â he growled, forehead sticking to yours, not slowing his pace. âcum for me, babyâwanna feel your cum all over my cock, please.â
your head rolls back as the knot in your stomach releases, vision blurring from the pleasure, cheeks reddened by your tears. choso still hadn't cum, dick still hardâand if anything, it only grows inside you as he feels your spongy walls spasming around him.
you had never felt something like this beforeâso high off pleasure, so insatiable, so utterly dizzy with lust that even after he had fucked you into oblivion, you wanted more.Â
as you came back to your sense you take a look at the man above you, hair damped with sweat, chest heaving, face still shiny with your slick. cock twitchingâand so does his piercingâgleaming with your cum and his own pre-cum.
strength surged back into your limbsânot much, but enough to straddle him. your palms landed on his chest, fingers splaying over his pierced nipples, the cool barbells sitting perfectly against your skin as you pushed him down.
his eyes widened. âare youââ
you smirked, dragging your soaked pussy along his length, feeling his pulse against your swollen folds, the hard curve of his piercing pressing into your clit like a tease of what's to come.Â
âwhat's wrong, baby?â you cooed, tilting your head, feigning innocence. âtired already?â
choso groans, hands flying to your hips, dark painted nails digging into your flesh. âfuck, you're gonna kill meââ
âor milk you dry.â you wink at him, giggling at the way his cock throbbed at your words. you could feel the heat radiating from him, could see the tension in his shoulders as he fought to keep control. âi thought you said i could take more,â you teased, voice sticky-sweet.
the tattooed man cursed under his breath, jaw locked tight as he watched you slide up and down his length, your arousal coating his veiny shaft, dripping down to his balls, his dark coarse hair shinning with slick. âshit, so fuckin' messyââ
you leaned down, licking a slow, wet stripe up his throat, feeling his pulse hammer against your tongue before whispering, âwanna ride you, sweet boy.â
his whole body jerked.
âholy fuckââ and before he could process anything, you reached between your bodies, wrapping your fingers around his cock, tracing a looong vein going from his base to his swollen tipâhot, leaking. the weight of his piercing pressing against your palm.
your thumb brushed over the Prince Albert, curiosity flicking across your face. his tattoos were hot, his nipple piercings were hotâŠbut this? the idea of that thick metal pressing inside you, once again? fuck.
ây-you sure?" choso stammered, his usual cocky drawl cracking into something desperate. iâi'm quiet big, d-don't wanna hurt you.â his flustered concern was endearingly cute, but you knew better.
âi can take it.â
you dropped. in one go. fast.
âFUCK!âÂ
his head slammed back against the pillows, his mouth falling open as your tight, soaking heat swallowed him whole, the tip piercing pushing past your entrance, forcing your walls to stretch around both his sheer girth and the unrelenting hardness of the metal.
âshitâŠâ you gaspedâhis cock stopped right before your bellybuttonâyour pussy was still struggling to accommodate him, the stretch toeing the line between pleasure and overwhelming fullness.
his happy trail and coarse pubes grazed against yours, adding to the overstimulation, his fat tip hitting something that made your toes curl.
choso's painted nails sank into your ass, black and purple contrasting on your unmarked skin, as he took in the sight of youâyou're messy hair, fucked-out expression and the obscene bulge pressing out of your belly.
you bit your lip, rolling your hips just right, feeling the delicious burn of his cock pressing on every spot inside you. âfeels so good,â you moaned, taking your sweet time to enjoy every inch. after all, it wasn't everyday that you could fuck a pretty hyper fixated emo man. with a big big cock above all that. âso fucking fullââ
choso was hanging on by a thread, every muscle in his body taut. his breath shudders as he tries to keep himself together. but the way you were riding himâslow, teasing, your cunt clamping down around him.
âyou little tease,â he panted, voice strained. âyou're fuckin' enjoyin' this, huh? making me lose my mindââ
you rolled your hips harder, making him grunt. âmmh, you like it, don't you? like watching me fuck myself on your fat cock?â
his palms landed harshly on your cheeks' ass. making you yelp in surprise. âfuckin' filthyâsuch a nasty girl we have hereââ
you moaned, reveling in the way he filled you so perfectly, the way his big hands manhandled you even though you were the one on top.
suddenly you feel his fingers wrap around your throat. your breath hitched.
âmy pretty little slut," he rasped, squeezing just enough to make your head swim, to make you even more aware of his piercing dragging inside you with every pulse of his cock.
his hips bucked upâhard, deep, unrelenting.Â
âyou want to ride? then ride, babyâcorrectly.â
your moans turned into choked cries, your body jerking as he thrust up into you, driving his cock into your sweet spot over and over andâ
âc-choso, p-pleaseââ
âpussy's like magic," watching as your slick splattered onto the sheets and his abs. "sloshing wetness all over meâfuuuck.â his gaze darkened, locked onto your bouncing tits, onto the way his pierced nipples tingled every time you dragged your nails across them.Â
âyou feel so good. riding me like a pro," choso was on the edgeâpanting like he'd lose his mind if he didn't cum soon. âth-thought you were scared it wouldn't fit?â
but you were gushing around him, walls spasming, your tight heat milking his cock for everything he had.
âbaby, iâgod.â
chosoâs whole body tensed as his climax crashed through him.Â
his hips jerked, his cock throbbing deep inside you as thick, hot ropes of cum spilled into youâso much that it was concerning.Â
his head fell back, a deep, wrecked whimper slipping past his lips as he kept coming, his hands gripping your hips tight, forcing you down onto him, making sure you took every drop.
"shit," you breathed, feeling the warmth flood you. your walls still fluttering from the aftershocks of your own release, thighs burning, your clit throbbing from the stimulation.Â
"choso, you're stillâ"
"i know," he gasped, still throbbing, still leaking inside you. "i canâtâfuck, i canât stopâ"
And neither could you.
it continued.
For hours and hours.Â
choso had been relentless, folding you in every position imaginableâhis stamina something straight out of a mythological tale.
and you finally stumbled out of the bedroomâlegs gone. nonexistent.
you might as well have left them in the sheets because they were absolutely not functioning. you had to grip onto choso's arm just to stay upright, and the smug, self-satisfied grin on his face was not helping.
âfucking finally,â geto drawled from the couch, stretching out his arms. âtook you two long enough to get a damn room.â
you groaned, burying your burning face into choso's shoulder. geto should be more worried about if you were leaving that room alive.
gojo, sprawled next to him, smirked. ânah, nahâŠÂ room or not, i definitely still heard everything.â he turned his head towards choso with a shit-eating smile. âdidn't know you had it in you, big guy.âÂ
choso was⊠shy? embarrassingly shy. he froze, ears burning, his mouth opening and closing like he wanted to say somethingâdesperately wanting to find an exist to this discussion.
you blinked up at him. confused. because who's that the same man who whispered the filthiest, most dominant shit into your ear?
he was mumbling, looking everywhere but at you. âi hate you both,â he muttered under his breath. staring aggressively at the floor.
geto chuckled, nudging gojo. âoh, this is gold. he's all quiet now. what happened to all that dirty talk, huh? gone?â
you bit your lip, holding back a laugh. he was so shy. and it was adorable.
âactually,â he blurted out, too quickly. âdid you know tigers have the strongest bite force among big cats? but hyenas actually have a stronger one in comparison to their body weight?â
silence.
you blinked. gojo and geto stared.
âwhat?â gojo squinted. âwhat the fuck are you talking about?â
âanimals,â choso said even faster, shoving his hands into his pockets like he could just disappear into them. âas you know, i watch a lot of documentaries andââ
gojo wheezed. you smiled.
and the, because you were a menace and because this was the cutest thing you'd ever seen in your life, you leaned inâall slow, all teasingâwatching as his ears somehow got even redder when you got close.
as if he hadn't just spent hours rearranging your insides. as if he hadn't been the most depraved man known to life.
you let your fingers graze his forearm, voice sickening sweet. âtell me more.â
his eyes flicked to you, wide, surprised.Â
but when he saw that you actually wanted to hear him ramble, when he realized you were genuinely interestedâhis lips parted slightly. his shoulders relaxed.
and softlyâhesitantlyâhe started talking again.
and it was kinda hot!!
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I hope the anon who requested that is satisfied !! :3
á° pairing. college au - soccer player! gojo x film major! reader
á° summary. gojo satoru is the most popular guy on your college campus. he's tall, funny, hot, not to mention he's the most talented soccer forward the school has seen in years. but he's also a frat dude, putting him in a world very different from your own, as he spends most of his nights partying while you spend most of yours working on your annoying film major assignments. but when he reaches out to you for a favor, you realize that helping him out might have something in it for you too.
á° warnings/tags. 18+, fem!reader, fluff, angst, smut, college au, fraternities, sororities, partying, drinking/alcohol, weed usage, romance, jealousy, pining, slow burn, opposites to lovers, friends to lovers, she falls first he falls harder, gojo being an idiot
a note from the author. hello! my name is ellie, and this is my first long fic series called 'kickoff' which i began posting earlier this year in january! if you do decide to read it, i thank you very much from the bottom of my heart as it means a lot to me :ââ) please let me know if i missed any tags or warnings! and for those who may want to know before reading, this series will have a happy ending <3
his head lolls, nose filling with water till heâs spluttering it back up. his chest contracts, knees buckling up till heâs a stumbling mess that melts into the cool shower wall.
âfuck⊠fuckkk,â simon pants, fingers curling rounding the pretty length of his throbbing cock. his head thuds, deadweight against the marble tiles, eyes closing in on themselves.
images of you flicker, rushing like wind against his fluttering lids till his back is pulling up off the wall, till the full of his balls are twitching in a desperate need to fuck you full of him.
hes bout losing consciousness, the only sound in his ears being the water splashing at the floor and the heavy âschlickâ his hand emits. that is until the knob rattles, and your fist hits against the door.
it sends simon reeling off the wall, palm slapping flat against the opposing side as his hand works at his cock angrily.
âyou almost done?â your voice shoots down his spine, stinging his nerve endings. his lips curl back over his teeth, jaw dropping as he forces a deep groan to succumb into a breathless gasp.
âa-almost!â he calls back, eyes crinkling into crows feet before theyâre shooting wide and filling with the water that drips from his hair.
âyouâve been in there for like an hour, si,â the annoyance. the nickname. it all has his skin pricking up, has blood rushing south. âyouâre not the only one looking to get off tonight.â
will get to all yall but idk i guess im just not in no socialziationing mood rn or ever idk whatâs up
pairing: gojo satoru x reader
summary: gojo offers to help you get the attention of your crush, but things don't turn out the way either of you expect
genre: college au, friends (?) to lovers, fluff, no angst
notes: gojo is kinda dumb idk, shoko and geto know he's stupid
wc: ~5.8k
"So, Geto Suguru, huh?"
You furrow your eyebrows as you look up from your book, meeting the bright blue eyes of none other than Gojo Satoru.
"I'm sorry?" you ask, tilting your head in confusion. Gojo chuckles lightly, booping your nose as he takes a seat next to you.
"Cute," Gojo comments, snorting when you swat his hand away. "But really? Geto? He's a little too boring for you, don't you think? You're kind of super out of his league."
"I have no idea what you're taking about, Gojo," you say, carefully placing a bookmark between the pages of your book before closing it and setting it down next to you.
"You can call me Satoru if you'd like. I don't mind," he says, leaning back on the grass and basking in the sunlight. You stare at him dully, still confused by the entire situation. He grins when he notices your expression.
"What do you want, Gojo?" you ask, watching him pout at your use of his last name. He brings a hand up to his heart, pouting at your tone before breaking out into a large smile. You look away, slightly annoyed by your white-haired classmate.
"Geto? Suguru?" he repeats, bringing his hands up to form air quotation marks. "You know, 'the only one who's ever made my heart race and palms sweat', that Geto Suguru?"
Your jaw drops at his words, and you whip your head around to give him a disbelieving look. He's wearing a smug smirk as he returns your stare, one eyebrow raised in a way that lets you know that he's heard everything you've said about his best friend.
"Where did you hear that?" you hiss, grabbing your book and shoving it into your bag. You feel your heart pounding as you rise to your feet, brushing your clothes off before crossing your arms and staring at Gojo.
"You really should choose more private places to have such conversations," Gojo replies, standing up as well and brushing his hair back with his hand. "You weren't exactly being quiet when you were speaking with Shoko."
"So what is it that you want?" you ask, a scowl working its way onto your face. "Do you want me to do your chemistry homework in exchange for your silence or something?"
Gojo's smile never falters, unnerving you the slightest bit as he walks up to you before grabbing your bag and slinging it over his shoulder.
"No, of course not! What kind of student do you think I am?" he asks, pushing his sunglasses up with one hand as he wraps his other arm around your shoulders. The two of you begin walking towards a nearby lecture hall, and you find yourself tensing up the longer you remain under his hold. "You see, lately Geto has been getting on my case about every little thing. Between you and me, I think that having someone to focus his attention on can be beneficial for both of us. So I'm here to offer my assistance to get Geto to notice you!"
You come to an abrupt stop, causing the white-haired boy to halt as well. He looks at you curiously, confused by your sudden actions. You remain quiet as you reach for your bag, tugging it away from him with a tight-lipped smile.
"Thanks for the generous offer, Gojo, but no," you say, annoyance tinging your words. Gojo nearly flinches when he notices your stony gaze, and he chooses to remain silent as you begin to walk away.
"If you change your mind, let me know!" he calls out after you, this time actually flinching when you turn around to send him a sharp glare. he chuckles to himself once you're out of sight, sighing to himself and preparing to face an irritated Geto once more.
"You know, you're not subtle with your staring."
Your nose scrunches unconsciously as Gojo plops down in the seat next to you, and you choose to pick at your food in an attempt to ignore his presence. His sudden appearance earns you a questioning look from Shoko, who's currently sitting across from you and giving Gojo the occasional irritated look.
"Ah, hello Shoko," Gojo greets, nodding his head at his friend. He places his elbow on the table, resting his chin in his palm as he reaches over to steal a fry off her plate. "It's been a while."
"I saw you this morning," Shoko replies dryly, rolling her eyes when Gojo waves off her words before turning to face you.
"Why don't you let me help you? It'll get you further than sitting and staring will," he says, holding out his pinky finger and wiggling it in front of your face. "I promise."
"Has it occurred to you that the reason I don't accept your help is because I'm perfectly content with admiring from afar?" you ask as you push your plate away, your appetite now ruined.
"So you're afraid of rejection?" Gojo replies smoothly, taking your tray and munching on your leftover fries. Your expression is a mix of disgust and offense as you watch him, but it quickly shifts to betrayal when Shoko lets out a snort at his words.
"What? He's technically right," Shoko says, trying to defend herself after seeing your withering look. "It's not like you go out of your way to get him to notice you."
"We sit next to each other in class," you mumble, scooting away from Gojo. "We're lab partners and that's enough."
"Wait, you're the one who sits next to him?" Gojo questions, raising a brow when you nod. He finishes the rest of your fries, a pensive look on his face as he does so. You give him an unimpressed look, waiting for him to speak. "You might have a better chance with him than you think."
You can feel the heat flooding your cheeks as you tense up, and you risk another glance at Geto, watching as he converses with Nanami. You shake your head as you turn back to Gojo, who is already looking at you with a knowing smirk.
"Maybe you should listen to him," Shoko comments, taking a bite of her food before continuing. "What's the worst that can happen? Gojo is his friend, after all."
"See! Even Shoko sees how helpful I can be,' Gojo cheers, reaching over to high five Shoko. You bite your lip softly, feeling your stomach twist as you watch Geto smile softly at something Nanami said.
"Fine," you say, giving in. "One chance, Gojo. Don't mess it up, it won't end well for either one of us."
Gojo pumps his fist into the air, earning a weird look from you as he stands up and pats your head.
"You won't regret it. I promise."
"There you are!"
A squeak leaves your lips as Gojo rushes up to you, grabbing you by the hand and dragging alongside him. He doesn't come to a stop until he reaches Shoko and Geto, and you receive a warm smile from Geto and a head nod from Shoko in greeting.
"You two know each other?" Geto asks, slight surprise present on his face as he looks at yours and Gojo's hands. You quickly yank your hand out of his, laughing nervously as Gojo nods.
"Yeah! We've shared a few classes and we study together sometimes," Gojo says, missing the deadly glare you send him. "Similar majors and whatnot, you know the vibe. You should join us sometime, Geto."
"Yeah! The more, the merrier," you spit out, wincing when you feel Gojo's elbow dig into your side. "Shoko, do you want to join."
"I really don't," Shoko replies instantly, smirking as you flounder for a moment.
"I'd like that," Geto says, giving you another smile before turning to Gojo. "We can study after this next lecture, if you're both free?"
"Yeah, we were thinking about that little cafe a couple of minutes off campus," Gojo says, frowning when he notices you walking off with Shoko. A shout of your name has you glancing back, a pout on Gojo's face as he stares after you. "Where are you going?"
"To the cafe," you reply, raising an eyebrow as you cross your arms. "You didn't really expect me to wait out here for the two of you, did you?"
"Just make sure you get a good table!" Gojo says, giving you a lazy grin as you keep walking. You give him a small wave before heading off with Shoko, eventually parting ways with her once you reach the edge of campus.
The cafe Gojo had mentioned was easy enough to find, and you had to admit that it was cozy, the perfect place to sit and study. You manage to snag a table big enough for the three of you, ordering a drink before slipping into study mode. By the time the two boys arrive, you've managed to work through a majority of your lab report.
"Hey," Geto's quiet voice greets you, drawing your attention to him as he takes the seat across from you. You smile in response, shyly averting your eyes when he doesn't look away. Your smile drops when Gojo slides into the seat next to you, his shoulder bumping against yours and causing the pen in your hand to move suddenly, leaving a stray mark behind on your paper.
"Gojo!" you snap, turning to give him a glare. Gojo's face holds a lazy smirk, a pink tint present in his cheeks when he realizes just how close you are. Geto is unable to holds back a soft laugh, watching his usually quiet classmate lose their cool with his best friend.
"How about I buy you a cookie as an apology?" Gojo asks, ignoring Geto's soft laugh.
"Don't bother," you mutter, searching for your roll of Wite-Out. You freeze when Geto's hand comes into your field of vision, his own correction fluid sitting in his palm. You take it from him with a grateful smile, only to have it fall when Gojo leans in, picks up your pen, and scribbles something in the corner of your paper.
'i'm sorry'
You scowl before swiping the Wite-Out over his message, earning an offended gasp from Gojo. He wastes no time before pushes you back, scribbling something else and laughing when you try to snatch your paper away. You succeed after a few tries, smacking his head as you settle down before proceeding to erase all traces of Gojo from your homework.
"Stop being so annoying!" you say, grabbing his face when he tries to lean in and pushing him away.
"I'm not annoying! I'm cute!" Gojo replies, your pen still in his grasp.
"You're a fucking nightmare is what you are," you snap, lunging across his lap for your pen. Gojo pulls it even farther away from you, sticking his tongue out at you when you fail to grab it. You straighten up, placing a knee on your seat to gain some leverage as you throw yourself forward. A yelp leaves Gojo's lips at your action, neither one of you noticing how close you were until the two of you knock heads. Cries of pain leave the both of you, your pen clattering to the floor and rolling around for a bit before being picked up by Geto.
"Are you okay?" he asks, looking at you with an amused expression. You smile sheepishly in response, rubbing at your forehead before nodding.
"Hey! What about me?" Gojo whines, glaring at Geto as he places your pen on your notebook.
"Don't be a baby. We both know that you and thick head of yours are fine," Geto chides, pausing slightly before holding up his phone. The devious smirk on his face makes your stomach drop, and you find yourself dreading whatever he's about to say. "Shoko's going to enjoy this video."
You and Gojo groan in unison, causing Geto to snicker before he gets up to order something. You turn to face Gojo, reaching up to yank his hair harshly before speaking.
"You're insufferable. Stop embarrassing me."
"Ow!" Gojo hisses, rubbing his head for a few seconds before winking at you. "Kinky."
The smack you proceed to give Gojo is heard by Geto from his place in line.
Gojo's plan was admittedly not the worst.
As the weeks drag on, you find yourself forming an easy friendship with Geto, occasionally heading over to his shared apartment with Gojo to study. Gojo does his best to miss those study sessions, always giving some lame excuse in order to leave the two of you alone.
It's a little weird, you admit to yourself, not having Gojo around to disrupt your focus. A selfish part of you reminds you that Gojo's absence means that Geto only speaks to you, and you feel a sense of satisfaction when you realize that the quieter boy always seems to be interested in what you have to say, even going as far as making sure his phone is tucked away when you speak. Your conversations with him are always light and fun, and you even earn a few smiles from him when you find yourself ranting about Gojo.
The white-haired menace had quickly become a larger part of your life than you cared to admit, his awful jokes and teasing nudges eventually growing on you. You often found yourself waking up at 2 a.m. to use the restroom, only to be greeted with whatever random meme Gojo had found on the internet late at night.
"And then, he asked if he could call me because he needed help with chem!" you rant, scribbling something down on your paper as Geto snickers. "He kept me up until 4 a.m., Geto. Four in the morning."
You pause to yawn, taking a sip of water afterwards in an attempt to wake yourself up. Geto shakes his head softly, a small smile on his face as he listens to you. He chooses to keep quiet about the fact that Gojo is the top student in his chemistry class.
"You can nap if you want," Geto says, tilting his head towards his bed. You shake your head, opening your mouth to speak only to be cut off by another yawn.
"Just go sleep," he says softly, using one hand to push you away from the table. "I'll continue the assignment."
You pout at his words, ready to argue with him but pausing when he gives you a stern look. You give him a sheepish smile, grabbing your water bottle before giving in and flopping onto his bed. You waste no time in wrapping his blankets around you, sighing softly as you curl up in the middle of the mattress.
"G'night, Geto," you murmur, missing his response as you knock out. Not even five minutes pass before your phone begins to vibrate consistently, causing Geto to scowl at the sudden movement. He looks over at you, still curled up under his sheets, before reaching for your phone with the intention of putting it on silent.
gojo: [8 new messages]
He pauses when he sees your notifications, smirking lightly before reaching for his own phone. He shakes his head slightly as he types out a message, hitting 'send' before setting his phone down.
sugu: leave 'em alone
Gojo's reply is instant, and Geto's phone dings loudly with a notification before he lunges forward to grab his phone and silence it. A quick glance at you is all it takes to confirm you're still deep asleep, and he turns his focus to his conversation.
satoru âĄ: why? ;)
Geto rolls his eyes, fingers quickly gliding across his screen as he types out his response.
sugu: they're asleep. i heard you kept 'em up late last night.
Geto watches as Gojo's typing bubble appears and disappears a few times, and he decides to put his phone down when Gojo ultimately doesn't send a reply. He gets back to his assignment, picking up his pen and going over a few problems before he hears a soft knock at his door. Geto grumbles to himself as he wanders over to his door, opening it quietly only to be met with bright, blue eyes.
"When did you get home?" Geto whispers, taking in Gojo's sweatpants and slippers. He raises an eyebrow at his appearance eyes narrowing as he studies him. "You're already in your loungewear. I didn't even hear you come in."
Gojo ignores Geto's words, his eyes drifting over to the lump on Geto's bed. His eyes soften almost imperceptibly, and doesn't look at Geto even when he speaks.
"Come study with me in the living room. Let's let them sleep."
Geto snorts softly at his words but doesn't argue, walking back into his room to gather all his supplies before walking past Gojo. He watches as Gojo softly closes the door, making sure to turn off all the lights before following after Geto. His eyes widen when he sees Geto giving him a knowing look, and he raises an eyebrow in a silent question when he shakes his head.
"You're hopeless, Satoru."
Ever since the afternoon when you had fallen asleep in his bed, Geto started to notice the way Gojo's eyes always seem to linger on you.
It's not until the three of you at at the usual cafe that Geto realizes that maybe (just maybe) Gojo has developed feelings for you. He can't help but smirk as he watches Gojo stare at you, tossing rolled up pieces of his torn-up napkin at you and smiling whenever you swat at him.
When he realizes that you don't plan on turning your attention towards him, Gojo proceeds to pick up his pen and poke your cheek with it repeatedly. You mumble something under your breath, glancing at Geto for help and frowning when he simply shakes his head.
Gojo snickers as he leans in closer, the tip of his pen gliding across your cheek and leaving a mark as you finally whip your head around to face him, a sharp glare on your face when you look at him.
"Gojo!" you hiss, making Geto remember the first time the three of you had ever studied at the cafe. It had been a very similar situation, leading to the two of you knocking heads. Geto raises an eyebrow when he notices just how close you are to Gojo, your nose almost brushing his as you close your eyes and take a deep breath.
"Gojo," you repeat, now a lot calmer than you had previously been. "I would appreciate it if you learned what personal space is and respected mine."
"Uh, you have a little something," Gojo says, reaching over for a napkin and dipping it in a bit of water. He raises his free hand, cupping your cheek and gently turning it to the side so he can wipe at the pen mark on your cheek. "Right here."
Geto holds his breath as he watches the scene playing out in front of him, eyes widening slightly when he sees the way Gojo interacts with you. He has never seen him be so gentle with anyone, and he smirks to himself when he realizes that his speculation about Gojo's feelings for you is most likely true.
"That mark is your fault," you huff lightly, crossing your arms as you attempt to avoid Gojo's gaze. He's ridiculously close, and you pull away quickly when you notice how intently Geto is observing the two of you. Gojo freezes for a few seconds, his fingertips grazing the curve of your cheek as you turn away. He clears his throat loudly, placing the napkin down before standing up.
"I'm gonna, uh, go get a drink," he says, fidgeting slightly before continuing. "Do either of you want anything?"
Geto shakes his head at the same times you respond with your favorite drink, causing Gojo to nod determinedly before making his way over to the counter. You stare after him, shaking your head briefly before turning your attention back to your work and pretending not to notice Geto's gaze on you. The sound of your pen scratching on your paper fills the silence between the two of you, but you find yourself halting your actions when you notice Geto's eyes still focused on you. You glance up at him, raising an eyebrow in a silent question.
"So, you and Satoru, huh?" Geto asks, mentally laughing when he sees the way your eyes widen. You place your pen down on the table, shaking your head vehemently as you glance at the boy in question.
"Me and him? Ew! No, I like you!" you blurt, slapping a hand over your mouth as you realize what you've just said. The embarrassment you expect never hits you, your face twisting into a scowl instead when Geto laughs loudly.
"No, you don't," Geto replies, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. He watches your face twist up in annoyance, your eyes narrowing as you stare him down.
"You can't just decide who I do and don't like," you say, rolling your eyes before looking back down at your work. "I like you, Geto. You're sweet and charming and you're a good guy. I like you, okay?"
"Do you really?"
You look up when Geto slides into the seat next to you, meeting his eyes and blinking slowly when he leans in slightly. His elbow rests on the table, cheek in palm as he stares at you. You meet his gaze easily, eyebrows knitting together when he leans in close, his breath fanning across your lips.
"Yes," you state confidently, your eyes dropping to his lips briefly before meeting his gaze once more. He moves his head forwards slowly, his lips brushing against yours briefly before you jerk back.
"Sorry," you whisper, your hand covering your mouth as you try to process what just happened. "I don't know whatâ"
"Yes, you do," Geto interrupts, his lips turned up slightly. "Do you really still think you like me?"
"Am I interrupting something?" Gojo asks, face set in a deep frown as he looks at the close proximity between you and Geto. The two of you shake your heads, and Geto slides back into his original seat as Gojo places your drink down in front of you with a loud thud.
"Sure didn't seem like nothing," Gojo grumbles, taking his seat once more and immediately getting back to work. He pauses when he notices your frozen state, softly nudging your shoulder with his to catch your attention. You turn towards him, meeting his gaze briefly before looking away and nodding your head to let him know you're fine.
On the inside, you're shaking, silently berating yourself for pulling away from Geto. But you're not naive; you know that somewhere down along the line, meeting Geto's eyes had become easy, and being around him didn't fill your stomach with butterflies the way it used to. Instead, you simply felt the comfort and happiness that came with spending time with a friend, someone who you trusted wholeheartedly.
Taking a sip of your drink, you close your eyes, head spinning with thoughts of Geto's words as you finally accepted what you had been trying so hard to deny.
You could no longer look Gojo Satoru in the eye.
"Fuck you," you mutter the next morning, being met with a smirk from Geto as soon as the two of you walk across campus.
"What's wrong?" he asks, tone slightly mocking as he slings an arm across your shoulders.
"You know exactly what's wrong," you reply, huffing when you feel him rub your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you.
"Morning," Shoko greets, nodding at the two of you when you come to a stop in front of her and Gojo. You reply quietly, glancing at Gojo to see him already staring at Geto's arm. You attempt to shrug it off casually, ignoring the snicker that leaves Geto's lips at your action.
"Good morning, did you sleep well?" Gojo asks, coming to your side and leaning against the wall. You nod silently, suddenly hyperaware of the way his smile seems to be just the slightest bit lopsided. You find yourself wondering how he manages to look good even though you know he stays up late more often than not. "I missed you last night. The video call just wasn't the same after you fell asleep."
"He kept you on the line and yelled at me when I dropped my water bottle," Geto says dully, earning a glare from Gojo.
"It was loud!"
"It fell on the rug! There was barely any sound!" Geto retorts, smirking when he sees Gojo's cheeks darken.
You chuckle nervously, glancing at the time before grabbing Geto's hand and dragging him away. "Well, it's time for class. See you both later!"
Shoko and Gojo watch as you drag Geto down the hall, Gojo's gaze focused on your linked hands. Shoko follows his line of view, snorting as she raises an eyebrow.
"Looks like they finally confessed, huh?" Shoko asks, causing Gojo to turn and give her a bewildered expression. "Oh come on, we all knew they liked each other."
Shoko's sly tone sets off warning bells in Gojo's head, but he can't help the mildly panicked look that spreads across his face at her words.
"Wait," he says, his breath catching in his throat as he pauses. "Geto actually likes them back? I thought he was just friendly with them."
"Why are you so surprised?" Shoko asks, keeping a straight face as she speaks. "Isn't this what you wanted? To help them get together?"
"Iâ," Gojo pauses, blinking a few times before composing himself. "You're right."
Shoko snorts at Gojo's response, shaking her head when she noticed the conflicted look in his eyes. "You like them."
"No, I don't," Gojo scoffs, avoiding Shoko's gaze as he looks around. A cry of surprise leaves his lips when he feels Shoko's hand grasp his jaw, twisting his face to look in your direction. His eyes soften when they land on you, the corners of his lips twitching as he watches you pout at Geto.
A frown appears on his face as he pulls himself away from Shoko, grabbing his backpack before quickly walking away. She trails after him, lips pulled up in a smirk as she watches him.
"I like them," Gojo eventually mutters, watching Shoko's smirk grow.
"I know," she quips, earning a dirty look from him. "You should tell them. They still haven't confessed to Geto and I've never seen you act this way over anyone."
Gojo stops walking at Shoko's words, giving her a distraught look as he processes her words. "You lied to me?"
"Yeah."
Neither you nor Gojo notice the satisfied nods that Shoko and Geto exchange during lunch.
It's abnormally silent, with Gojo shoveling his food into his mouth while you just push yours around. Geto looks at the two of you before glancing at Shoko, wondering if they should be the ones to break the silence.
Geto opens his mouth to speak, finally having had enough of the silence, only to stop when Shoko places a hand on his arm. She tilts her head towards Gojo, noticing the way he keeps glancing at you and your food. There's a soft smile on his lips, one that Geto had seen Gojo give you one too many times while the three of you had studied together.
"So," Gojo starts, stretching the words out as he leans in close to you. "Are you gonna finish that?"
An annoyed expression flits across your face, and Geto and Shoko lean back in their seats as they watch the two of you.
"Hello? Anybody in there?" Gojo asks, scooting closer to you when you ignore him. He wraps an arm around the back of your seat, a big, teasing grin on his face as he looks at you over his sunglasses.
You remain in place, doing your best to ignore both the close proximity between the two of you and the slight racing of your heart. You can feel Gojo looming over you, and you're all too aware of the cocky smile on his face as he watches you.
"Are you ignoring me right now?" he asks, humming lightly when he doesn't receive an answer. Shoko and Geto watch as he grabs his chopsticks, inching them closer and closer to your food. He stops when your hand clamps down on his, tightly grabbing it and pushing it away from your plate.
"Stop," you scold, rolling your eyes when he makes another attempt. "You finished your meal, leave mine alone."
"But I'm still hungry!" he whines, successfully managing to steal a bite. "Besides, it's not like you're eating it."
"Shove it, Gojo!" you snap, pulling your food away and turning to face him. You feel your cheeks flood with heat when you meet his eyes, and you watch as his smirk slowly drops into a soft smile.
"Not ignoring me anymore?" he asks, snickering when you roll your eyes.
"No, but I can start again," you scoff, smacking his chopsticks our of his hand as he goes in for more food. He whines softly, pouting as he holds up his reddening hand.
"You're so mean!" he complains, shoving his hand in your face. "I know what you can do to fix this. Kiss it better!"
"Kiss it yourself," you retort, pushing his hand down onto the table. "I don't want to be anywhere near your disgusting hand."
"My hand is not disgusting!" he exclaims. "It's super clean. I wash my hands."
"I'm sure you do."
"I do! Just ask Geto!"
"I sincerely doubt it," you retort, absentmindedly swiping at his hand. Your action causes his hand to slide across the table, and Gojo's body lurches forward at the loss of balance. The two of you freeze when his lips brush against yours, eyes wide as your breaths mingle.
"The two of you make me sick," Shoko comments, although her words are lighthearted. "I'm gonna go smoke, I don't know how much more of Gojo's lovesick smiles I can handle."
The two of you separate when you hear Geto snort, exchanging soft apologies as you look anywhere but each other.
"So I'm guessing that Gojo wasn't exactly hungry for food," Geto teases, his tone dry as the two of you look at him. You flip him off, earning a chuckle from Shoko as she walks off.
"You can say that again," Gojo jests, laughing when you smack his chest. He grabs your hand swiftly, pushing it away and stopping your attack. "Why are you hitting me? That was funny!"
Geto takes in your embarrassed expression, fighting back a smile before he stands up as well. "I'll leave you two alone."
You watch as Geto walks away, following after Shoko and leaving you and Gojo in silence.
"No, I didn't," you reply quietly, still not looking at Gojo.
"You're trembling," Gojo says, your hand shaking slightly in his hold. "Why?"
You stay silent, only tightening your hold on his hand as he intertwines his fingers with yours.
"You like me," Gojo states softly, finally drawing your attention to him. A smile tugs at his lips when you meet his eyes, and he pushes his sunglasses to the top of his head when you nod. "What happened to liking Geto?"
You shrug lazily, making a noncommittal noise at you let him pull you towards him. He leans down to press a kiss against your temple, making you look up at him with mild surprise on your face.
"Can we try that again?"
Gojo leans in when you nod, and you feel your heart stutter in your chest as he presses his lip to yours. You squeeze your eyes shut, shyly moving your lips against Gojo's in response. He slips his hand out of yours in order to wrap it around your back, pulling you closer to him as his other hand pulls you half into his lap . Your hands press against his chest, balling up the fabric of his shirt in your fists as you try to process the fact that you're currently kissing Gojo Satoru.
The smell of his cologne makes your head spin, and you can't help the way your press yourself closer to him as he tilts your head up to deepen the kiss.
"So... am I a good kisser?" Gojo asks when the two of you pull away, leaning his forehead against yours as he observes you.
"Gojo," you sigh, shifting out of his lap but remaining in his arms.
"I think I am," he continues, eyes shining as he looks at you. "Especially with the way you were kissing back andâ"
"Gojo!"
"âand the way you pressed yourself closer to me, andâ"
"Satoru!" you finally yell, getting his attention. He stops talking, blinking at the sound of his first name before answering.
"Yeah?"
"What are we?" you ask, pausing slightly before shaking your head. "What was that? Why did you do that?"
Gojo scoffs, moving his hands to cup your face. "Isn't it obvious? I kind of like you."
"Only kind of?" you ask, your stomach twisting as you tease him.
"Ok, fine," Gojo concedes, rolling his eyes good-naturedly. "I really like you."
A pause ensues between the two of you, and you raise an eyebrow when you notice Gojo pouting.
"What?" you ask, unable to look away from him due to his hands still cupping your face.
"You're supposed to say it back," he says, a low whine leaving his lips when you remain silent. You snicker softly, reaching up to grab his hands and holding them in your own.
"Gojo Satoru," you begin, sending him a soft smile that has his heart melting. "You're a fucking nightmareâ"
"Hey!"
"And you're pretty annoying, and rude, and petty, andâ"
"Ok! I get it!"
"But!" you say, giving him a look that screamed 'shut up!'. "I kind of really like you too."
Gojo grins before leaning in to peck your lips, chuckling when he hears you squeak in surprise.
"So," he says, an alarmingly devious smile on his face. "Does this mean that now i'm the only one that makes your heart race and palms sweat?"
You glare at him as he giggles, getting up and grabbing your stuff before walking away.
"Hey! Where are you going?"
"To find Geto," you reply dryly, smirking when you hear Gojo scrambling after you.
"You don't mean that, right? Babe?"
A laugh leaves your lips as Gojo catches up to you, gently taking your backpack from you and swinging it over his shoulder. He reaches for your hand and pulls you close to him, his offended expression softening when he sees you laughing.
Sure, Gojo Satoru was a fucking nightmare, but you couldn't deny that he really did make your heart race. And you were lucky enough to have him in your life.
pairing: gojo satoru x reader
summary: gojo offers to help you get the attention of your crush, but things don't turn out the way either of you expect
genre: college au, friends (?) to lovers, fluff, no angst
notes: gojo is kinda dumb idk, shoko and geto know he's stupid
wc: ~5.8k
"So, Geto Suguru, huh?"
You furrow your eyebrows as you look up from your book, meeting the bright blue eyes of none other than Gojo Satoru.
"I'm sorry?" you ask, tilting your head in confusion. Gojo chuckles lightly, booping your nose as he takes a seat next to you.
"Cute," Gojo comments, snorting when you swat his hand away. "But really? Geto? He's a little too boring for you, don't you think? You're kind of super out of his league."
"I have no idea what you're taking about, Gojo," you say, carefully placing a bookmark between the pages of your book before closing it and setting it down next to you.
"You can call me Satoru if you'd like. I don't mind," he says, leaning back on the grass and basking in the sunlight. You stare at him dully, still confused by the entire situation. He grins when he notices your expression.
"What do you want, Gojo?" you ask, watching him pout at your use of his last name. He brings a hand up to his heart, pouting at your tone before breaking out into a large smile. You look away, slightly annoyed by your white-haired classmate.
"Geto? Suguru?" he repeats, bringing his hands up to form air quotation marks. "You know, 'the only one who's ever made my heart race and palms sweat', that Geto Suguru?"
Your jaw drops at his words, and you whip your head around to give him a disbelieving look. He's wearing a smug smirk as he returns your stare, one eyebrow raised in a way that lets you know that he's heard everything you've said about his best friend.
"Where did you hear that?" you hiss, grabbing your book and shoving it into your bag. You feel your heart pounding as you rise to your feet, brushing your clothes off before crossing your arms and staring at Gojo.
"You really should choose more private places to have such conversations," Gojo replies, standing up as well and brushing his hair back with his hand. "You weren't exactly being quiet when you were speaking with Shoko."
"So what is it that you want?" you ask, a scowl working its way onto your face. "Do you want me to do your chemistry homework in exchange for your silence or something?"
Gojo's smile never falters, unnerving you the slightest bit as he walks up to you before grabbing your bag and slinging it over his shoulder.
"No, of course not! What kind of student do you think I am?" he asks, pushing his sunglasses up with one hand as he wraps his other arm around your shoulders. The two of you begin walking towards a nearby lecture hall, and you find yourself tensing up the longer you remain under his hold. "You see, lately Geto has been getting on my case about every little thing. Between you and me, I think that having someone to focus his attention on can be beneficial for both of us. So I'm here to offer my assistance to get Geto to notice you!"
You come to an abrupt stop, causing the white-haired boy to halt as well. He looks at you curiously, confused by your sudden actions. You remain quiet as you reach for your bag, tugging it away from him with a tight-lipped smile.
"Thanks for the generous offer, Gojo, but no," you say, annoyance tinging your words. Gojo nearly flinches when he notices your stony gaze, and he chooses to remain silent as you begin to walk away.
"If you change your mind, let me know!" he calls out after you, this time actually flinching when you turn around to send him a sharp glare. he chuckles to himself once you're out of sight, sighing to himself and preparing to face an irritated Geto once more.
"You know, you're not subtle with your staring."
Your nose scrunches unconsciously as Gojo plops down in the seat next to you, and you choose to pick at your food in an attempt to ignore his presence. His sudden appearance earns you a questioning look from Shoko, who's currently sitting across from you and giving Gojo the occasional irritated look.
"Ah, hello Shoko," Gojo greets, nodding his head at his friend. He places his elbow on the table, resting his chin in his palm as he reaches over to steal a fry off her plate. "It's been a while."
"I saw you this morning," Shoko replies dryly, rolling her eyes when Gojo waves off her words before turning to face you.
"Why don't you let me help you? It'll get you further than sitting and staring will," he says, holding out his pinky finger and wiggling it in front of your face. "I promise."
"Has it occurred to you that the reason I don't accept your help is because I'm perfectly content with admiring from afar?" you ask as you push your plate away, your appetite now ruined.
"So you're afraid of rejection?" Gojo replies smoothly, taking your tray and munching on your leftover fries. Your expression is a mix of disgust and offense as you watch him, but it quickly shifts to betrayal when Shoko lets out a snort at his words.
"What? He's technically right," Shoko says, trying to defend herself after seeing your withering look. "It's not like you go out of your way to get him to notice you."
"We sit next to each other in class," you mumble, scooting away from Gojo. "We're lab partners and that's enough."
"Wait, you're the one who sits next to him?" Gojo questions, raising a brow when you nod. He finishes the rest of your fries, a pensive look on his face as he does so. You give him an unimpressed look, waiting for him to speak. "You might have a better chance with him than you think."
You can feel the heat flooding your cheeks as you tense up, and you risk another glance at Geto, watching as he converses with Nanami. You shake your head as you turn back to Gojo, who is already looking at you with a knowing smirk.
"Maybe you should listen to him," Shoko comments, taking a bite of her food before continuing. "What's the worst that can happen? Gojo is his friend, after all."
"See! Even Shoko sees how helpful I can be,' Gojo cheers, reaching over to high five Shoko. You bite your lip softly, feeling your stomach twist as you watch Geto smile softly at something Nanami said.
"Fine," you say, giving in. "One chance, Gojo. Don't mess it up, it won't end well for either one of us."
Gojo pumps his fist into the air, earning a weird look from you as he stands up and pats your head.
"You won't regret it. I promise."
"There you are!"
A squeak leaves your lips as Gojo rushes up to you, grabbing you by the hand and dragging alongside him. He doesn't come to a stop until he reaches Shoko and Geto, and you receive a warm smile from Geto and a head nod from Shoko in greeting.
"You two know each other?" Geto asks, slight surprise present on his face as he looks at yours and Gojo's hands. You quickly yank your hand out of his, laughing nervously as Gojo nods.
"Yeah! We've shared a few classes and we study together sometimes," Gojo says, missing the deadly glare you send him. "Similar majors and whatnot, you know the vibe. You should join us sometime, Geto."
"Yeah! The more, the merrier," you spit out, wincing when you feel Gojo's elbow dig into your side. "Shoko, do you want to join."
"I really don't," Shoko replies instantly, smirking as you flounder for a moment.
"I'd like that," Geto says, giving you another smile before turning to Gojo. "We can study after this next lecture, if you're both free?"
"Yeah, we were thinking about that little cafe a couple of minutes off campus," Gojo says, frowning when he notices you walking off with Shoko. A shout of your name has you glancing back, a pout on Gojo's face as he stares after you. "Where are you going?"
"To the cafe," you reply, raising an eyebrow as you cross your arms. "You didn't really expect me to wait out here for the two of you, did you?"
"Just make sure you get a good table!" Gojo says, giving you a lazy grin as you keep walking. You give him a small wave before heading off with Shoko, eventually parting ways with her once you reach the edge of campus.
The cafe Gojo had mentioned was easy enough to find, and you had to admit that it was cozy, the perfect place to sit and study. You manage to snag a table big enough for the three of you, ordering a drink before slipping into study mode. By the time the two boys arrive, you've managed to work through a majority of your lab report.
"Hey," Geto's quiet voice greets you, drawing your attention to him as he takes the seat across from you. You smile in response, shyly averting your eyes when he doesn't look away. Your smile drops when Gojo slides into the seat next to you, his shoulder bumping against yours and causing the pen in your hand to move suddenly, leaving a stray mark behind on your paper.
"Gojo!" you snap, turning to give him a glare. Gojo's face holds a lazy smirk, a pink tint present in his cheeks when he realizes just how close you are. Geto is unable to holds back a soft laugh, watching his usually quiet classmate lose their cool with his best friend.
"How about I buy you a cookie as an apology?" Gojo asks, ignoring Geto's soft laugh.
"Don't bother," you mutter, searching for your roll of Wite-Out. You freeze when Geto's hand comes into your field of vision, his own correction fluid sitting in his palm. You take it from him with a grateful smile, only to have it fall when Gojo leans in, picks up your pen, and scribbles something in the corner of your paper.
'i'm sorry'
You scowl before swiping the Wite-Out over his message, earning an offended gasp from Gojo. He wastes no time before pushes you back, scribbling something else and laughing when you try to snatch your paper away. You succeed after a few tries, smacking his head as you settle down before proceeding to erase all traces of Gojo from your homework.
"Stop being so annoying!" you say, grabbing his face when he tries to lean in and pushing him away.
"I'm not annoying! I'm cute!" Gojo replies, your pen still in his grasp.
"You're a fucking nightmare is what you are," you snap, lunging across his lap for your pen. Gojo pulls it even farther away from you, sticking his tongue out at you when you fail to grab it. You straighten up, placing a knee on your seat to gain some leverage as you throw yourself forward. A yelp leaves Gojo's lips at your action, neither one of you noticing how close you were until the two of you knock heads. Cries of pain leave the both of you, your pen clattering to the floor and rolling around for a bit before being picked up by Geto.
"Are you okay?" he asks, looking at you with an amused expression. You smile sheepishly in response, rubbing at your forehead before nodding.
"Hey! What about me?" Gojo whines, glaring at Geto as he places your pen on your notebook.
"Don't be a baby. We both know that you and thick head of yours are fine," Geto chides, pausing slightly before holding up his phone. The devious smirk on his face makes your stomach drop, and you find yourself dreading whatever he's about to say. "Shoko's going to enjoy this video."
You and Gojo groan in unison, causing Geto to snicker before he gets up to order something. You turn to face Gojo, reaching up to yank his hair harshly before speaking.
"You're insufferable. Stop embarrassing me."
"Ow!" Gojo hisses, rubbing his head for a few seconds before winking at you. "Kinky."
The smack you proceed to give Gojo is heard by Geto from his place in line.
Gojo's plan was admittedly not the worst.
As the weeks drag on, you find yourself forming an easy friendship with Geto, occasionally heading over to his shared apartment with Gojo to study. Gojo does his best to miss those study sessions, always giving some lame excuse in order to leave the two of you alone.
It's a little weird, you admit to yourself, not having Gojo around to disrupt your focus. A selfish part of you reminds you that Gojo's absence means that Geto only speaks to you, and you feel a sense of satisfaction when you realize that the quieter boy always seems to be interested in what you have to say, even going as far as making sure his phone is tucked away when you speak. Your conversations with him are always light and fun, and you even earn a few smiles from him when you find yourself ranting about Gojo.
The white-haired menace had quickly become a larger part of your life than you cared to admit, his awful jokes and teasing nudges eventually growing on you. You often found yourself waking up at 2 a.m. to use the restroom, only to be greeted with whatever random meme Gojo had found on the internet late at night.
"And then, he asked if he could call me because he needed help with chem!" you rant, scribbling something down on your paper as Geto snickers. "He kept me up until 4 a.m., Geto. Four in the morning."
You pause to yawn, taking a sip of water afterwards in an attempt to wake yourself up. Geto shakes his head softly, a small smile on his face as he listens to you. He chooses to keep quiet about the fact that Gojo is the top student in his chemistry class.
"You can nap if you want," Geto says, tilting his head towards his bed. You shake your head, opening your mouth to speak only to be cut off by another yawn.
"Just go sleep," he says softly, using one hand to push you away from the table. "I'll continue the assignment."
You pout at his words, ready to argue with him but pausing when he gives you a stern look. You give him a sheepish smile, grabbing your water bottle before giving in and flopping onto his bed. You waste no time in wrapping his blankets around you, sighing softly as you curl up in the middle of the mattress.
"G'night, Geto," you murmur, missing his response as you knock out. Not even five minutes pass before your phone begins to vibrate consistently, causing Geto to scowl at the sudden movement. He looks over at you, still curled up under his sheets, before reaching for your phone with the intention of putting it on silent.
gojo: [8 new messages]
He pauses when he sees your notifications, smirking lightly before reaching for his own phone. He shakes his head slightly as he types out a message, hitting 'send' before setting his phone down.
sugu: leave 'em alone
Gojo's reply is instant, and Geto's phone dings loudly with a notification before he lunges forward to grab his phone and silence it. A quick glance at you is all it takes to confirm you're still deep asleep, and he turns his focus to his conversation.
satoru âĄ: why? ;)
Geto rolls his eyes, fingers quickly gliding across his screen as he types out his response.
sugu: they're asleep. i heard you kept 'em up late last night.
Geto watches as Gojo's typing bubble appears and disappears a few times, and he decides to put his phone down when Gojo ultimately doesn't send a reply. He gets back to his assignment, picking up his pen and going over a few problems before he hears a soft knock at his door. Geto grumbles to himself as he wanders over to his door, opening it quietly only to be met with bright, blue eyes.
"When did you get home?" Geto whispers, taking in Gojo's sweatpants and slippers. He raises an eyebrow at his appearance eyes narrowing as he studies him. "You're already in your loungewear. I didn't even hear you come in."
Gojo ignores Geto's words, his eyes drifting over to the lump on Geto's bed. His eyes soften almost imperceptibly, and doesn't look at Geto even when he speaks.
"Come study with me in the living room. Let's let them sleep."
Geto snorts softly at his words but doesn't argue, walking back into his room to gather all his supplies before walking past Gojo. He watches as Gojo softly closes the door, making sure to turn off all the lights before following after Geto. His eyes widen when he sees Geto giving him a knowing look, and he raises an eyebrow in a silent question when he shakes his head.
"You're hopeless, Satoru."
Ever since the afternoon when you had fallen asleep in his bed, Geto started to notice the way Gojo's eyes always seem to linger on you.
It's not until the three of you at at the usual cafe that Geto realizes that maybe (just maybe) Gojo has developed feelings for you. He can't help but smirk as he watches Gojo stare at you, tossing rolled up pieces of his torn-up napkin at you and smiling whenever you swat at him.
When he realizes that you don't plan on turning your attention towards him, Gojo proceeds to pick up his pen and poke your cheek with it repeatedly. You mumble something under your breath, glancing at Geto for help and frowning when he simply shakes his head.
Gojo snickers as he leans in closer, the tip of his pen gliding across your cheek and leaving a mark as you finally whip your head around to face him, a sharp glare on your face when you look at him.
"Gojo!" you hiss, making Geto remember the first time the three of you had ever studied at the cafe. It had been a very similar situation, leading to the two of you knocking heads. Geto raises an eyebrow when he notices just how close you are to Gojo, your nose almost brushing his as you close your eyes and take a deep breath.
"Gojo," you repeat, now a lot calmer than you had previously been. "I would appreciate it if you learned what personal space is and respected mine."
"Uh, you have a little something," Gojo says, reaching over for a napkin and dipping it in a bit of water. He raises his free hand, cupping your cheek and gently turning it to the side so he can wipe at the pen mark on your cheek. "Right here."
Geto holds his breath as he watches the scene playing out in front of him, eyes widening slightly when he sees the way Gojo interacts with you. He has never seen him be so gentle with anyone, and he smirks to himself when he realizes that his speculation about Gojo's feelings for you is most likely true.
"That mark is your fault," you huff lightly, crossing your arms as you attempt to avoid Gojo's gaze. He's ridiculously close, and you pull away quickly when you notice how intently Geto is observing the two of you. Gojo freezes for a few seconds, his fingertips grazing the curve of your cheek as you turn away. He clears his throat loudly, placing the napkin down before standing up.
"I'm gonna, uh, go get a drink," he says, fidgeting slightly before continuing. "Do either of you want anything?"
Geto shakes his head at the same times you respond with your favorite drink, causing Gojo to nod determinedly before making his way over to the counter. You stare after him, shaking your head briefly before turning your attention back to your work and pretending not to notice Geto's gaze on you. The sound of your pen scratching on your paper fills the silence between the two of you, but you find yourself halting your actions when you notice Geto's eyes still focused on you. You glance up at him, raising an eyebrow in a silent question.
"So, you and Satoru, huh?" Geto asks, mentally laughing when he sees the way your eyes widen. You place your pen down on the table, shaking your head vehemently as you glance at the boy in question.
"Me and him? Ew! No, I like you!" you blurt, slapping a hand over your mouth as you realize what you've just said. The embarrassment you expect never hits you, your face twisting into a scowl instead when Geto laughs loudly.
"No, you don't," Geto replies, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. He watches your face twist up in annoyance, your eyes narrowing as you stare him down.
"You can't just decide who I do and don't like," you say, rolling your eyes before looking back down at your work. "I like you, Geto. You're sweet and charming and you're a good guy. I like you, okay?"
"Do you really?"
You look up when Geto slides into the seat next to you, meeting his eyes and blinking slowly when he leans in slightly. His elbow rests on the table, cheek in palm as he stares at you. You meet his gaze easily, eyebrows knitting together when he leans in close, his breath fanning across your lips.
"Yes," you state confidently, your eyes dropping to his lips briefly before meeting his gaze once more. He moves his head forwards slowly, his lips brushing against yours briefly before you jerk back.
"Sorry," you whisper, your hand covering your mouth as you try to process what just happened. "I don't know whatâ"
"Yes, you do," Geto interrupts, his lips turned up slightly. "Do you really still think you like me?"
"Am I interrupting something?" Gojo asks, face set in a deep frown as he looks at the close proximity between you and Geto. The two of you shake your heads, and Geto slides back into his original seat as Gojo places your drink down in front of you with a loud thud.
"Sure didn't seem like nothing," Gojo grumbles, taking his seat once more and immediately getting back to work. He pauses when he notices your frozen state, softly nudging your shoulder with his to catch your attention. You turn towards him, meeting his gaze briefly before looking away and nodding your head to let him know you're fine.
On the inside, you're shaking, silently berating yourself for pulling away from Geto. But you're not naive; you know that somewhere down along the line, meeting Geto's eyes had become easy, and being around him didn't fill your stomach with butterflies the way it used to. Instead, you simply felt the comfort and happiness that came with spending time with a friend, someone who you trusted wholeheartedly.
Taking a sip of your drink, you close your eyes, head spinning with thoughts of Geto's words as you finally accepted what you had been trying so hard to deny.
You could no longer look Gojo Satoru in the eye.
"Fuck you," you mutter the next morning, being met with a smirk from Geto as soon as the two of you walk across campus.
"What's wrong?" he asks, tone slightly mocking as he slings an arm across your shoulders.
"You know exactly what's wrong," you reply, huffing when you feel him rub your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you.
"Morning," Shoko greets, nodding at the two of you when you come to a stop in front of her and Gojo. You reply quietly, glancing at Gojo to see him already staring at Geto's arm. You attempt to shrug it off casually, ignoring the snicker that leaves Geto's lips at your action.
"Good morning, did you sleep well?" Gojo asks, coming to your side and leaning against the wall. You nod silently, suddenly hyperaware of the way his smile seems to be just the slightest bit lopsided. You find yourself wondering how he manages to look good even though you know he stays up late more often than not. "I missed you last night. The video call just wasn't the same after you fell asleep."
"He kept you on the line and yelled at me when I dropped my water bottle," Geto says dully, earning a glare from Gojo.
"It was loud!"
"It fell on the rug! There was barely any sound!" Geto retorts, smirking when he sees Gojo's cheeks darken.
You chuckle nervously, glancing at the time before grabbing Geto's hand and dragging him away. "Well, it's time for class. See you both later!"
Shoko and Gojo watch as you drag Geto down the hall, Gojo's gaze focused on your linked hands. Shoko follows his line of view, snorting as she raises an eyebrow.
"Looks like they finally confessed, huh?" Shoko asks, causing Gojo to turn and give her a bewildered expression. "Oh come on, we all knew they liked each other."
Shoko's sly tone sets off warning bells in Gojo's head, but he can't help the mildly panicked look that spreads across his face at her words.
"Wait," he says, his breath catching in his throat as he pauses. "Geto actually likes them back? I thought he was just friendly with them."
"Why are you so surprised?" Shoko asks, keeping a straight face as she speaks. "Isn't this what you wanted? To help them get together?"
"Iâ," Gojo pauses, blinking a few times before composing himself. "You're right."
Shoko snorts at Gojo's response, shaking her head when she noticed the conflicted look in his eyes. "You like them."
"No, I don't," Gojo scoffs, avoiding Shoko's gaze as he looks around. A cry of surprise leaves his lips when he feels Shoko's hand grasp his jaw, twisting his face to look in your direction. His eyes soften when they land on you, the corners of his lips twitching as he watches you pout at Geto.
A frown appears on his face as he pulls himself away from Shoko, grabbing his backpack before quickly walking away. She trails after him, lips pulled up in a smirk as she watches him.
"I like them," Gojo eventually mutters, watching Shoko's smirk grow.
"I know," she quips, earning a dirty look from him. "You should tell them. They still haven't confessed to Geto and I've never seen you act this way over anyone."
Gojo stops walking at Shoko's words, giving her a distraught look as he processes her words. "You lied to me?"
"Yeah."
Neither you nor Gojo notice the satisfied nods that Shoko and Geto exchange during lunch.
It's abnormally silent, with Gojo shoveling his food into his mouth while you just push yours around. Geto looks at the two of you before glancing at Shoko, wondering if they should be the ones to break the silence.
Geto opens his mouth to speak, finally having had enough of the silence, only to stop when Shoko places a hand on his arm. She tilts her head towards Gojo, noticing the way he keeps glancing at you and your food. There's a soft smile on his lips, one that Geto had seen Gojo give you one too many times while the three of you had studied together.
"So," Gojo starts, stretching the words out as he leans in close to you. "Are you gonna finish that?"
An annoyed expression flits across your face, and Geto and Shoko lean back in their seats as they watch the two of you.
"Hello? Anybody in there?" Gojo asks, scooting closer to you when you ignore him. He wraps an arm around the back of your seat, a big, teasing grin on his face as he looks at you over his sunglasses.
You remain in place, doing your best to ignore both the close proximity between the two of you and the slight racing of your heart. You can feel Gojo looming over you, and you're all too aware of the cocky smile on his face as he watches you.
"Are you ignoring me right now?" he asks, humming lightly when he doesn't receive an answer. Shoko and Geto watch as he grabs his chopsticks, inching them closer and closer to your food. He stops when your hand clamps down on his, tightly grabbing it and pushing it away from your plate.
"Stop," you scold, rolling your eyes when he makes another attempt. "You finished your meal, leave mine alone."
"But I'm still hungry!" he whines, successfully managing to steal a bite. "Besides, it's not like you're eating it."
"Shove it, Gojo!" you snap, pulling your food away and turning to face him. You feel your cheeks flood with heat when you meet his eyes, and you watch as his smirk slowly drops into a soft smile.
"Not ignoring me anymore?" he asks, snickering when you roll your eyes.
"No, but I can start again," you scoff, smacking his chopsticks our of his hand as he goes in for more food. He whines softly, pouting as he holds up his reddening hand.
"You're so mean!" he complains, shoving his hand in your face. "I know what you can do to fix this. Kiss it better!"
"Kiss it yourself," you retort, pushing his hand down onto the table. "I don't want to be anywhere near your disgusting hand."
"My hand is not disgusting!" he exclaims. "It's super clean. I wash my hands."
"I'm sure you do."
"I do! Just ask Geto!"
"I sincerely doubt it," you retort, absentmindedly swiping at his hand. Your action causes his hand to slide across the table, and Gojo's body lurches forward at the loss of balance. The two of you freeze when his lips brush against yours, eyes wide as your breaths mingle.
"The two of you make me sick," Shoko comments, although her words are lighthearted. "I'm gonna go smoke, I don't know how much more of Gojo's lovesick smiles I can handle."
The two of you separate when you hear Geto snort, exchanging soft apologies as you look anywhere but each other.
"So I'm guessing that Gojo wasn't exactly hungry for food," Geto teases, his tone dry as the two of you look at him. You flip him off, earning a chuckle from Shoko as she walks off.
"You can say that again," Gojo jests, laughing when you smack his chest. He grabs your hand swiftly, pushing it away and stopping your attack. "Why are you hitting me? That was funny!"
Geto takes in your embarrassed expression, fighting back a smile before he stands up as well. "I'll leave you two alone."
You watch as Geto walks away, following after Shoko and leaving you and Gojo in silence.
"No, I didn't," you reply quietly, still not looking at Gojo.
"You're trembling," Gojo says, your hand shaking slightly in his hold. "Why?"
You stay silent, only tightening your hold on his hand as he intertwines his fingers with yours.
"You like me," Gojo states softly, finally drawing your attention to him. A smile tugs at his lips when you meet his eyes, and he pushes his sunglasses to the top of his head when you nod. "What happened to liking Geto?"
You shrug lazily, making a noncommittal noise at you let him pull you towards him. He leans down to press a kiss against your temple, making you look up at him with mild surprise on your face.
"Can we try that again?"
Gojo leans in when you nod, and you feel your heart stutter in your chest as he presses his lip to yours. You squeeze your eyes shut, shyly moving your lips against Gojo's in response. He slips his hand out of yours in order to wrap it around your back, pulling you closer to him as his other hand pulls you half into his lap . Your hands press against his chest, balling up the fabric of his shirt in your fists as you try to process the fact that you're currently kissing Gojo Satoru.
The smell of his cologne makes your head spin, and you can't help the way your press yourself closer to him as he tilts your head up to deepen the kiss.
"So... am I a good kisser?" Gojo asks when the two of you pull away, leaning his forehead against yours as he observes you.
"Gojo," you sigh, shifting out of his lap but remaining in his arms.
"I think I am," he continues, eyes shining as he looks at you. "Especially with the way you were kissing back andâ"
"Gojo!"
"âand the way you pressed yourself closer to me, andâ"
"Satoru!" you finally yell, getting his attention. He stops talking, blinking at the sound of his first name before answering.
"Yeah?"
"What are we?" you ask, pausing slightly before shaking your head. "What was that? Why did you do that?"
Gojo scoffs, moving his hands to cup your face. "Isn't it obvious? I kind of like you."
"Only kind of?" you ask, your stomach twisting as you tease him.
"Ok, fine," Gojo concedes, rolling his eyes good-naturedly. "I really like you."
A pause ensues between the two of you, and you raise an eyebrow when you notice Gojo pouting.
"What?" you ask, unable to look away from him due to his hands still cupping your face.
"You're supposed to say it back," he says, a low whine leaving his lips when you remain silent. You snicker softly, reaching up to grab his hands and holding them in your own.
"Gojo Satoru," you begin, sending him a soft smile that has his heart melting. "You're a fucking nightmareâ"
"Hey!"
"And you're pretty annoying, and rude, and petty, andâ"
"Ok! I get it!"
"But!" you say, giving him a look that screamed 'shut up!'. "I kind of really like you too."
Gojo grins before leaning in to peck your lips, chuckling when he hears you squeak in surprise.
"So," he says, an alarmingly devious smile on his face. "Does this mean that now i'm the only one that makes your heart race and palms sweat?"
You glare at him as he giggles, getting up and grabbing your stuff before walking away.
"Hey! Where are you going?"
"To find Geto," you reply dryly, smirking when you hear Gojo scrambling after you.
"You don't mean that, right? Babe?"
A laugh leaves your lips as Gojo catches up to you, gently taking your backpack from you and swinging it over his shoulder. He reaches for your hand and pulls you close to him, his offended expression softening when he sees you laughing.
Sure, Gojo Satoru was a fucking nightmare, but you couldn't deny that he really did make your heart race. And you were lucky enough to have him in your life.
synopsis. suguru comes home to visit from college at the same time you doâexcept he brings satoru along. this is going to be a long break
word count. 8.5k (i am tired of this tomfoolery)
contents. college! au, brother's best friend! satoru, fem! reader, minors do not interact, three-year age gap (you're both early twenties), slightly mean satoru (when youâre kids), slight enemies to lovers, jealous! satoru, mentions of reader having an ex-bf, male masturbation, satoru is taller + carries reader, cunnilingus, fingering, handjobs, unprotected sex, brief mentions of alcohol (satoru), creampie, pet names (baby + sweetheart), not proofread i could not be bothered iâm sorry
notes. this was not supposed to be this long bye i am embarrassingly down bad for the blue-eyed freak
everyone knows that where there is satoru, there is suguruâand likewise, where there is suguru, there is satoru.
theyâre a bit of a packaged deal, really. satoru befriends your brother in what you think must be some twisted stroke of luckâthere is no way suguru would lower his standards for some rich bastard whoâs had life made for him since the day he was born. but apparently, he does, and youâre stuck with a white-haired nuisance in your house at least once a week. for years.
youâve known satoru since he was a whiny, snot-faced, and spoiled little brat. back then, he used to call you toothlessâyou were six, itâs normal for children at the age of six to lose a few teeth. just because satoru is nine and has grown his teeth back doesnât mean he escaped the toothless phase himselfâbut satoru is just a jerk like that, pushes your buttons, and calls out your insecurities to get a good laugh.
you donât smile with your mouth open even once around him that summer, not until suguru assures you that regardless of how many teeth you have, you have a lovely smile.
when youâre twelve, puberty does its thing, and now youâre stuck with acne-prone skinâalso a normal occurrence for people your age, but satoru makes sure to point out the giant pimple on your forehead every time he sees you. you make sure to let him know his haircut is as awful as his sense of style, and suguru tries his best not to choke himself with his charger as you both bicker.
satoru is gone that entire summer for a family cruise that youâre sure costs double your houseâhe comes back frighteningly taller than you remember him within the span of just a few weeks.
itâs been like that since you were kids. he comes over, finds a new thing to pick on through his smug grins and smooth chuckles, and you fume as you bite back with just as snarky rebuttals. he makes sure to never cross the line of going too farâitâs more for suguruâs sake, youâre fairly sureâbut stays right on the dot of getting just under your skin.
heâs annoying. a jerk. a rich snob. a privileged dickhead. heâs rude and disrespectful, with no tact, let alone any semblance of respect. you donât understand what could possibly make suguru want to hang around such a douchebag, but suguru cares about satoruâand satoru has always been there for your brother.
you donât understand it, but you respect it. as long as he doesnât wet your entire bathroom sink and mirror in the mornings after he stays over, you suppose you can coexist.
but you havenât seen him in agesânot outside of suguruâs instagram stories and posts. itâs been a long few years since the two of them have left for college, and by the time you leave too, life has its funny way of working, and, wellâŠyou donât bump into him anymore. it doesnât occur to you that satoru is not the same guy you used to know until you come back home to visit after your second year of college.
âsuguru,â you call, âi borrowed your hoodie. but you can have it backââ
you cut yourself off when you open the door to your brotherâs room, and lo and behold, stands a very shirtless gojo satoru, the white-haired and blue-eyed asshole youâve had to deal with since childhood. except heâs way taller than you remember himâjust how much does this guy grow, exactly? his shoulders are broader andâŠ.and since when did he have abs? thereâs a small tattoo just under his collarboneâwhen did he even get that? his hair is also longer, just enough to fall over his forehead and curtain those striking blue eyes of his.
he looksâŠwell, handsome. very handsome, in fact. dangerously handsome that it catches you by surprise as you blink.
heâs still shirtless, holding his t-shirt in his hands as he grins.
âhey, toothless,â he greets, voice deeper than the last time you heard itâbut it still sounds relatively the same. you think youâd always recognize satoruâs voice, whether youâd like to or not. and, of course, he just has to still use that ridiculous nickname after all these years. âlong time no see.â
âi have all my teeth nowâi have for a long time, yâknow. and put a shirt on, you freak,â you huff, rolling your eyes, âwhereâs suguru?â
âwhat, you donât enjoy the view?â he motions at his bare torso, like the shameless bastard he is, âmost girls love this viewââ
âand yet, youâre still single,â you cut him off, staring at him pointedly.
he grins impossibly wider, tugging his shirt over his body swiftlyâyou have to exercise all ounces of control not to gulp as you watch his biceps flex.
âkeepinâ track of my love life?â he wiggles his brows, âi know older men can be appealing but have a little class. your poor brother would lose his shit if you went after his best friendââ
âsatoru,â you sigh, pinching your nose, âdo you age backward or something? how are you still this obnoxious after so long?â
âi practice in the mirror,â he winks, âitâs my charm.â
âthatâs hardly charming,â you roll your eyes, âanyway, whenever suguru comes back, let him know i left his hoodie, yeah?â
âsure,â he chuckles.
and then you close the door as you leaveâright before you stop, pause, and open it up again as youâre sticking your head back in when you make a shocking realization.
âwait, how long are you here for?â you ask, eyes wide.
he has the audacity to look smug as he taps his chin and pretends to thinkââoh, yâknow. just the rest of break. my old man took my mom on some trip, so iâm killing time here,â he shrugs.
great. lovely. wonderful. just what you needed.
you wish heâd drop deadâmaybe suguru will finally be forced to go outside of his one-man circle and actually befriend some respectable people.
âyou canât just stay at your place?â you hiss, âitâs certainly big enough.â
âwell, why be lonely in an empty home when we can have fun here?â he hums, âconsider yourself luckyâyou get to be housemates with me for aââ
âkeep to yourself,â you warn, cutting him off again through narrowed eyes and a dangerous glareâsatoru only looks more amused, raising his hands up in surrender.
with that, you turn again and almost shut the door when he calls for youââhey, toothless,â he says lowly, making you pause before turning to him with a raised brow. he smilesâitâs so unlike that usual smirk of hisâŠsomehow this one is a bit gentler as he murmurs, âyou look good. grew up well, yâknow.â
you blink. youâre not ready for thatâŠdidnât expect a compliment from gojo satoru himselfâespecially not after all this time of throwing mediocre insults your way.
you decide he must be messing with you, so you purse your lips as you click your teeth in irritation. âyeah, sure,â you say dryly.
you can hear his chuckles as you close the door againâthis is going to be a long break.
âââââ
just as expected, the house is simply not big enough for you and satoru.
the first time you run into him happens to be first thing after waking upâyouâre walking up to the door just as he twists the knob and opens it, walking out shirtless. again.
this time, however, heâs got beads of water rolling down his skin from his shower, right between his pecs, as a towel hangs around his shoulders. you can see his tattoo from up close now, a small infinity sign right under his collarbone that contrasts against his pale skin.
how tacky, you thinkâjust as youâd expect, even his choice of tattoos is questionable.
his hair is wetâitâs sticking to his forehead instead of the multiple directions it usually scatters around in that messy way it always does. youâve only felt satoruâs hair onceâwhen you were fifteen, and youâd hit him in the back of the head as you walked past him at the breakfast table. heâd made a jab at your dark circles. tests were around the corner, and unlike satoru, your grades actually mattered. you didnât expect his hair to be so soft, but it is, and you almost itch to twirl the strands around your fingers for a quick feel.
instead, you scowl and stomp off to your room as soon as your dishes are washed.
his hair is probably just as soft nowâmaybe even softer now that he actually probably cares to look after it. youâve heard suguru grumble about using two-in-one shampoo too many times when he comes back from spending the night at satoruâs. for a second, your fingers twitch to reach up and brush through a few strands on his foreheadâjust to feel them because they look soft. nothing else.
the urge is quickly killed as soon as he opens his mouth, however.
âoh, hey there, roomie,â he grins, âyouâre really doing all you can to catch me half naked, huh?â
âdonât flatter yourself,â you grumble.
âiâm just sayinâ,â he chuckles, âthatâs twice now. if you ask nicely, i might walk around like this just for you.â
itâs way too early for this.
by early, itâs actually late noon. now that finals arenât killing your free time, you stay up until ungodly hours to catch up with your social lifeâand it doesnât help that you can hear satoru and suguru stay up playing video games the next room over, either. suguru is probably still sleeping.
thatâs a bit of a shocker, in factâusually, itâs satoru that has to be dragged out of your brotherâs room to have breakfast (or brunch, really) before the kitchen is cleared up. why satoru is up first is beyond you.
maybe itâs just a cruel way for the universe to enjoy watching more of your veins pop.
âdoes that apply to asking you to leave? because then i suppose i can ask rather politely.â
he grins, eyes sparkling with amusement as he shoots you that smile with those pearly whites that irritate you to no end. youâre not sure why, but something about his smile looks so much different nowadaysâsomething about it just seems soâŠ.mature.
thatâs a word you didnât think youâd ever use to describe satoru.
âmm, not quite,â he hums, âyouâre still stuck with me.â
âwhatever,â you mutter, rolling your eyes. âmove, i want to shower before suguru wakes up.â
âyou have time,â he steps to the side, letting you enter the bathroom, âheâs probably not waking up anytime soonâwoah.â
satoruâs shirt is on the floorâwhy, you may ask? because heâs an annoying idiot who doesnât have to clean up after himself when people have always been around to do it for him. he never has to care to aim and toss his clothes into the hamper because the maids will pick up after him anyway. old habits die hard, you supposeâyouâve listened to suguru complain about satoruâs messiness not improving even after being his roommate for the last few years. itâs never been your problem, but you donât appreciate it now that youâre slipping over the fabric on the tiled floor, falling backwards with a squeal.
but satoruâs quickâhe catches you with those strong arms of his and wraps them tightly around you, keeping you securely in place as he steadies you against his chest.
his bare chest, in fact.
you can feel the slight dampness seeping into your shirt, and you can feel his hot breath on your neck as he exhales in relief once he makes sure youâre safe. you almost shiverâalmost, but you manage to scrape together enough self-control to stay painfully still in his grasp.
âyou okay?â he murmurs gently, voice a low whisper against your skin. thereâs no bite to his words. no amusement or teasing or even smugness. itâs genuine, the way he checks on you.
this isâŠnew. very, very new.
âyeah,â you breathe, letting out a sharp breath. and thenââmaybe keep your clothes in the fucking hamper next time, though.â
âsorry,â the smile in his voice is almost audibleâyou canât see it from where you are, but you can hear it in his voice. you roll your eyes, and satoru makes no move to loosen his arms around you. for some reason, you donât move.
youâre not sure why, but you just donât.
âyouâre still just as messy, huh?â you roll your eyesâhe laughs, and itâs a smooth, boyish chuckle that almost makes you wonder for a moment if this is why girls seem to love satoru so much despite his god-awful personality.
itâs a pretty beautiful soundâyou hate that you have to admit that to yourself.
âyeah,â he admits, âit drives suguru nuts.â
âyeah, i canât imagine why,â you snort. itâs like that for a momentâsatoruâs muscled arms around you and hard chest pressed against your back. finally, you clear your throat. âyou can let go now, you know.â
âright,â he mumbles, slowly pulling awayâand when you turn to face himâŠ.is that disappointment? on his face? you donât get a chance to be sure because then heâs bending down to pick up his shirt before heâs standingâheâs already wiped the expression from his features completely by then. âsorry about that, toothless. iâll keep my shirts off the floor next time.â
âthat would be so kind of you,â you smile sarcastically.
and then you shut the door in his face and exhale as you lean against the wall.
this is going to be a longer break than you thought.
âââââ
the next time you run into him, itâs late at night. everyone is asleepâeven your brother and his headache of a best friend, if the silence tells you anything. you canât sleep, though, so you make your way to the kitchen to hunt for snacks. youâre skimming through the pantry before your eyes land on a surpriseâa box of strawberry pocky sits nice and enticingly, right there for you to open and devour.
you grin, reaching over whenâ
âthose are mine,â satoru calls, stepping into the kitchen, âbrought them over myself. you should ask before touching peopleâs things.â
âyou literally ate my leftovers the other night,â you say incredulously.
âthose were yours? i thought they were suguruâs.â he raises a brow in surprise, making you click your teeth in irritation.
âthe principle of asking still applies,â you purse your lips. and then defiantly, you open the box and grab a pack right before his eyes.
he scowlsâbut you know he doesnât actually mind because he waits for you to finish grabbing yours before taking the box and grabbing his own pack and a coke from the fridge. you both take a seat at the kitchen table, across from each other, as you open the packaging and silently eat your newfound snack.
itâs satoru who breaks the silence first.
âdo you still throw away the ends of these?â
you huff indignantly, not meeting his eyes as you take a bite off the strawberry-covered end, stopping at just where the cookie portion is uncoated. âyes. iâm eating these for the coatingânot the bland biscuit part.â
âwhatâre you, five?â he snickers, earning a glare from you. defiantly, you pop the end of the pocky stick into your mouth just to prove a pointâand then the look of distaste makes him cackle louder.Â
âshut up,â you hiss, âyou talk too much.â
âthe ladies love it when i do,â he bats his lashesâyou stare at him blankly, unimpressed.
âyeah, as if.â
âhey, my ex-girlfriend totally did,â he defends.
ex-girlfriend? thatâs a bit of a shockerâyou didnât know satoru dated anyone in the last few years, you havenât seen or heard anything of it through suguruâs end. in all realness, you didnât even think satoru was the boyfriend typeâŠbut then again, heâs not really the anything type. he just kind of exists to take up space and be the bane of your existence.Â
âi hope the poor girl is recovering well after dating you,â you shake your head, feigning a concerned look on your face that makes him roll his eyesâtheyâre still disturbingly bright even in the dark kitchen, dimly lit by the slightest bit of moonlight pouring in through the small window.
âi dated her freshman and sophomore year,â he says casually. you also didnât expect thatâthat it lasted that long. something about satoru doesnât strike you as the long-term relationship kind of guy. something about him doesnât seem like the relationship kind of guy at all. not because heâs the type to mess around casually, but because he seems the type to seem disinterested all aroundâheâs snobby like that. âshe wasâŠalright, i guess.â
yeah. very snobby.
âyou are such a sick bastard,â you spit.
he snorts, taking a bite of his pocky as he shakes his head in amusement. youâre as feisty as everâitâs always fun riling you up, even if unintentionally.
âhey, itâs not like she was bad. she was justâŠwell, she wasnât interested in me like that either,â he shrugs, âi think it was just the sex. it was good, canât lie there.â
âyouâre so gross,â you roll your eyes, âhave some decorum.â
âwhat, youâre still sixteen?â he raises a brow, lips curling into a smirk as he reaches for another pocky, âcanât say the word s-e-x?â
âi donât broadcast my sexual activities out in the open,â you shrug.
satoru chuckles, taking a bite that more or less finishes the entire stick in one go before he presses a finger to his lips, âshh. donât say that too loudâsuguru will come chase you from his room if he hears.â
âsuguru,â you groan, âheâs such a pain to have around sometimes. yâknow i dated this one guy last year. i think suguru mightâve paid him to dump me.â
âi know. he definitely thought about it,â satoru hums, âhe used to go off about it all the time. he was right, thoughâthat guy was a total prick.â
something about you is mildly shocked that satoru knows about your private lifeâsure, itâs not outrageous or even the slightest bit unlikely that suguru mentions you. satoru and suguru are best friends, and you happen to be suguruâs sisterâof course, suguru is bound to mention you here and there. itâs just the fact that satoru even pays attention to anything to do with you that surprises youâalthough you suppose it would be a good way for him to find his next source to push your buttons.
âiâm not surprised you think heâs a prick,â you nod, âit takes one to know one, after all.â
âoh yeah?â he snorts, waving you off, âi do, in fact remember anniversaries, yâknow.â
âokay,â you sigh, defeatedâyour ex-boyfriend is admittedly not at the top of the list of your brightest choices. not even up halfway on the list. in fact, heâs so low on the list of good choices youâve made, that willingly choosing to interact with satoru feels like an exceptional decision in comparison. and thatâs saying something. âhe was pretty bad. but he was really hot. when a guy looks like that, his values are the least of my worries.â
itâs a jokeâyouâre sure he knows that. but satoru takes a long sip from his coke, silent for a moment. you donât think youâve ever seen him so serious, especially so suddenly.
âhe canât be that hot,â he mutters.
âoh he was really hot. probably the hottest guy iâve ever talked toââ satoru bites his pocky a bit aggressively at that, âand he was so tall. maybe taller than youâhow tall are you again? anyway, he was pretty enough to overlook his shortcomings.â
âheâs probably not taller than me,â he grumbles, frowning. you snortâmen and their fragile little egos, you think in amusement.
âhe was,â you tease, âhe was so tall, iâd let him do whatever he wanted.â
âthatâs a terrible way to look at it,â he scrunches his brows, âyou shouldnât let some guy walk all over you because heâs tall and his face is a bit easy on the eyesââ
âi know youâre not talkingââ
âiâm serious,â he cuts you off. something about him reminds you of suguru for a momentâlike he cares who youâre with because he has a reason to. as if you mean something to him, as if knowing someone who doesnât deserve you has you in their palms is upsetting.
but then you shake the thought out of your headâsatoru doesnât care. heâs never had a reason to, and you donât exactly plan to give him one, either.
âokay, dad,â you roll your eyes, âi learned my lesson. i have standards now.â
âgood,â he nodsâand then, as if to keep himself in character, he adds, âbecause i donât want to help suguru kill someone, and itâs over something lame like forgetting his little sisterâs anniversary. iâd like to go to jail for something more badass.â
âyou and badass donât belong in the same sentence,â you raise a brow. âletâs be realistic.â
âoh yeah? thatâs rich coming fromââ
âguys, it is five in the morning,â suguru grumbles, throwing a water bottle at satoruâs head. you glance at the kitchen entrance, eyeing a half-asleep and very irritable suguru as he crosses his arms, âcanât you idiots fight over whoâs more of a loser at reasonable hours? some of us like to sleep.â
âwant one?â you offer your pack of pocky, holding it out to him.
suguru blinks, contemplating for a second before sighing and trudging over.
âyeah,â he mutters, flicking your forehead. âgimme that.â
you watch woefully as suguru takes the entirety of your pack, swiftly sitting next to satoru and leaving you empty-handed. satoru snickers obnoxiously at the deflated look on your faceâand then he holds out his pack to you.
you look between him and the pack for a moment before giving him a genuine smile. itâs a rare sightâhe drinks it in as you carefully take one and bicker over something with suguru.
youâre pretty when you smile, he thinksâpretty enough that if you had horrible values (which you donât), he might feel inclined to understand your (awful) reasoning for a moment.
and then he blinks and shakes the thoughts out of his headâitâs going to be a long break.
âââââ
satoru meets you when youâre six.Â
heâs nine at the time, and he feels on top of the world knowing heâs three whole years older than youâin hindsight, three years is not a very large gap, but to nine-year-old him, it feels like centuries. heâs remembered you as the fun little drama queen thatâs too easy to poke fun at for yearsâthatâs all youâve always been: suguruâs younger sister who puffs her cheeks out and scowls way too often to be normal, the girl thatâs way too easy to tease than should be standard.Â
somehow, he wasnât expecting for you to come back so grownâŠand so hot. suddenly, it really hits him that youâre not a kidâhave not really been for a long time now. heâs always treated you like youâre way younger than he is, way too little to be in his presence and be worthy of itâbut youâve really become a fine young woman.
a magnetizing one, in fact.
itâs now his third night at your houseâyour parents are as lovely and welcoming as ever, and suguru is always a good time to be around. but somehow, satoru is not satisfied. not anywhere near sated by the few, minimal moments of contact with you.Â
when did you get so pretty? although, as much as satoru has always liked to poke fun at you, youâve never been ugly. not even a littleâbut youâve grown into your features better, outgrown the awkward teenage era of your life, and now present yourself with a newfound confidence that just looksâŠso good. satoru doesnât see his best friend's kid sister anymoreâno, thereâs something so alluring about you now.
the nail on the coffin that solidifies heâs officially screwed is when you mention your ex-boyfriendâwhy would your dating life make him this irrationally angry? why is the thought of someone being on the receiving end of your praise (and shameless heart-eyes) so aggravating for him?Â
he doesnât knowâbut what he does know is that the raging boner has been killing him all morning ever since he woke up fromâŠwell, less than proper dreams about you.
so now heâs here, forehead pressed against your shower wall as the hot water hits his back, swollen cock in his fist as he thumbs at the tip, teasing the slit just the way he likes. he thinks about youâhow heâd show you what makes him feel good, how youâd probably learn fast and take care of him just the way he needs.Â
your hand would look so much daintier compared to hisâsmaller, but heâs sure it would still feel infinitely better.Â
he bites his lip, fighting back a moan as he strokes himself slowly, pre cum smeared along the length of his hard, aching cockâred and angry at the tip, leaking with more pre cum no matter how many times his thumb collects every drop.Â
âf-fuckââ he breathes, and his voice lets out a shaky, breathy little call of your nameâheâs screwed if anyone hears it. heâs sure you and suguru will both band together to kill him, but thankfully, the words are lost in the sound of the shower running. âfuck baby,â he says hoarsely, voice cracking ever so slightly as he whines.Â
itâs soft and quiet, the noises he makesâcareful and deliberately hushed to make sure no one hears the improper way heâs thinking of you right now. but fuck, your tits are so pretty when you walk out of your room in a t-shirt in the morningsâhe can just tell youâre not wearing a bra. he canât stop thinking about it, canât stop trying to picture what theyâd look like uncovered and bouncing.
âjusâ like that, baby,â he pants, whimpering softly as he squeezes around his tip, teasing himself with that slow, painful pace of his.Â
satoru is sure that if it were you, that if the hand stroking his cock right now was yours, you would never let him cum so easilyâyouâd drag it out just like this, pump him slowly and twist your hand around him in a pace thatâs painfully not enough before ever thinking about letting him come undone.Â
itâs just the way that you areânever ready to back down from a challenge, unwilling to go down without a fight. but he loves it, he thinksâlives for the way you keep him on his toes and work for the satisfaction.Â
âmore,â he gasps, ân-need moreâgimme more, sweetheart.â
he imagines itâthe way youâd kiss his jaw, maybe even the corner of his mouth, as you hum. say please, toru, youâd probably sayâand fuck, heâd kill to hear you say toru.Â
âplease,â he rasps, âplease, baby. d-donât tease.â
he can practically hear your light giggles, the sweet, okay, baby. no more teasing, that you might whisper. heâd also kill to hear you call him babyâheâs almost nauseous at the idea that some other guy mustâve heard the pet name from your lips before him. and then he lets himself pump his erection faster, squeezing tighter as his thighs quiver while he stands in the shower.Â
fuckâyou feel so good. youâre not even here, but heâs sure you do, and heâs desperate to envision it. it practically hurtsâthe way heâs so hard and swollen and ready to release. just for you, he wants to tell you, heâs going to cum all for you.Â
âbaby,â he whimpers, ââm so, so closeâfuck âm gonna cum. âs for youâgonna cum for youângh, sh-shit.â
and then thereâs cum on the tile walls, on his hands, on his abs as they flex with every labored breath. satoru cumsâhard. his eyes are squeezed shut, lips parted with a silent cry as he pants and strokes himself through his high. youâd kiss him, he likes to think, on his jaw and cheeks and maybe the tip of his nose as you sit on his lap and work him through his orgasm. youâd watch him closely, take in the way he comes undone for you, maybe even call him your pretty boy as he paints your hand white with his seed.
would you praise him? murmur softly into his ear and seal the gentle words with a kiss to his skin? would you stroke his hair from his face as you admire his blissful, fucked out little expression? maybe heâd ask you thenâmaybe heâd ask you to admit heâs way more handsome than that douchebag you dated as your hand holds his softening cock, sticky with his release.
god, what he wouldnât do to see your hands coated with his cumâdid you do this for your ex? did he look as hot as you claim he was when he came for you? the thought makes him sourâhe grits his teeth and clenches his jaw at the idea, panting and catching his breath as he stares down at the mess heâs made.
he should feel badâthis is wrong. so, so wrongâsuguru would kill him if he was aware satoru was lusting over his little sister. but it felt so fucking goodâheâs never cum as hard as when heâs pictured cumming for you.Â
it canât be that wrong, if thatâs the caseâcan it?
ââ
âsuguru,â your voice is shrill, deadlyâlike youâre out for blood. ânext time you jack off in the shower, maybe clean the fucking wall? are you joking?â
oh, fuck, satoru thinksâhe forgot to clean that. so he makes himself very scarce and stays within the confinements of suguruâs bedroomâhis messy habits are starting to really catch up to him. if his defense, he really would clean that upâŠitâs just that he was a bit distracted.Â
âso you admit you jack off in our shower? our shower?â you sound inconsolable, downright devastated, and borderline hysterical. having siblings seems like a lot of trouble, he thinksâbut then again, sometimes satoru is jealous of your bond with suguru. itâd be nice to have someone in his family he can actually depend on. âkeep that shit for your bedroom, you jackass!â
âwell, how am i supposed to do that when satoru is there? you tell me.â
âi donât know! figure it the fuck outâyou guys probably jack off together anyway.â
âwhat?â suguru sounds appalled, âwe do notâthatâs outrageous.â
âwhatever,â you sayâyou sound almost murderous as you warn, ânext time you better clean up your fucking mess, you asshole.â
satoru canât help but smile a littleâyour pointer finger is definitely held up as you scold suguruâyouâre so cute when youâre mad, he thinks. he almost wants to step out and catch a glimpse, but he decides against it for now.
silently, satoru thanks his best friend for taking one for the teamâeven if it was unknowingly.
âââââ
itâs night four.Â
satoru has surprisingly kept to himselfâhe even promptly looked away after meeting your eyes in the kitchen yesterday morning as you walked in for breakfast. thatâsâŠnew. a lot about satoru is new.Â
heâs taller and more muscular nowâat one point, suguru used to tower over his scrawny little form. now heâs seemed to grow into his body, seemed to learn how to style himself better, and actually do his hair a bit. itâs still messy now that heâs just lazing around in your homeâbut itâs oddly handsome.Â
scarily handsome, in fact.Â
you donât enjoy the idea of thinking about the jerk of your childhood like thatâbut ever since you felt the hard press of his chest against your back, sometimes you wonder what itâs like to know satoru outside of just your older brotherâs obnoxious friend.Â
maybe, somewhere along the line, had you put your pride aside and actually tried to get to know him, maybe you both could at least be friendly. but then again, thereâs never been any real animosity between you twoâyou can share a lighthearted talk from time to time, like that night in the kitchen.Â
you decide not to dwell on it too much, decide that heâs not really worth your thoughts when heâs just a guy whoâs always been a bit too spoiled to learn how to be humble. instead, you go down to the kitchen to grab another pack of strawberry pockyâsatoru will just have to deal with it. if he doesnât want his snacks eaten, he shouldnât keep them in the pantry where anyone could stumble across them.
you walk into the kitchen untilâoh. itâs satoru. again.
âoh, hey,â he grins cheekily, taking a sip of his cokeâhe needs to break the habit of having so much sugar this late at nightâŠbut then again, why would it matter to you? âstalkinâ me?â
âfor an unwelcomed guest, you sure do talk a lot,â you roll your eyes, making his lips curl into a smug little smirk.Â
âi donât knowâyour parents seem to love having me over. what if i become their newest son?â
âi doubt my parents are looking to adopt you,â you raise a brow, slightly amused.Â
he hums, sipping his coke before blinking at you through those long, perfect lashes of his. âwell, there are other ways to blend into a family. marriage, for example, is a great way.â
âyou and my brother might as well marry each other,â you snort, âno one else will do it.â
âwho said anything about suguru?â he winks, chuckling when your face twists into an exaggerated look of horrorâalways as dramatic as ever, you are. he canât help but find an endearing side to it now.
satoru stands, walks over to where you are and stands in front of you as you scoff, shaking your head as you huff out a disbelieving chuckle.Â
âthatâs pushing it,â you muse, âmarrying you would be the last open option iâd have leftâand even then i doubt iâd ever take it.â
âyeah?â he raises a brow, leaning in so close, you can practically feel his breath fan over you. he smells like expensive cologne and your shampooâwhy is he using yours instead of suguruâs? before you can even ask him what heâs doing, he throws away the empty can of coke in the trash can behind you, eyes bright with amusement as your breath hitches.
itâs like he knowsâthe fucking asshole.
âyeah,â you breathe, âyou donât deserve me,â you try to say matter-of-factly. it comes off a bit more breathless than you intendedâthe air feels suffocating. maybe because satoru is so close, maybe because his breath is on your face, maybe because all you can smell and feel and hear is him.Â
you canât find it in yourself to pull awayâwhy arenât you pulling away? itâs just like that day he caught you, when his arms wrapped around you and all you felt like doing was lean into his chest. what about satoru and you has shifted so quickly to make you want to do that? what makes him so easy to fall into when all youâve always known was to shove at him?
he hums, leaning in closer and closer until his forehead touches yours. âyou know who didnât deserve you?â he asks, âthat shitty ex of yours.â
you look up at him with wide eyes, speechless as his hands find purchase of your hips, grabbing them and pulling you closerâand against better judgment, your hands lay themselves across his chest. itâs as firm as you remember it.Â
âhow would you knowââ
âheard suguru rant about it all the time,â he murmurs, âhow he forgot your dates. got you a shitty birthday present. didnât show up to your anniversary. made you hang out with his friends and didnât even meet half of yours. youâre tellinâ me he deserves you more than me?â
âhe was hotââ
âyeah? and iâm not?â
heâs cockyâyou hate that about him. always did. but heâs so close, so intoxicating, so irresistible, and fuck, he is hotâso incredibly hot, youâve been losing sleep over it the last four nights no matter how hard you try to deny it.Â
âsatoru, what are youââ
âyâknow, iâve been helping suguru pick your birthday presents since you were twelve. iâd pick you the best gifts,â his nose is brushing against yours now, lips just millimeters away from his as he speaksââand i never forget an important date. iâm very punctual too, believe it or not. iâd meet your little friendsâshow âem what a catch i am when you introduce me.â
âand what am i supposed to do with this information?â you ask defiantly.
itâs a last-ditch effortâyou both know this. you know exactly what he wants you to do with this information.Â
âi donât know, sweetheart,â he chuckles, âwhat do you think?â
and then youâre kissing himâbecause fuck, satoru is right there, and how could you not? his chest is under your palms, his lips are right against yours, and you can feel his thumb rub circles into your hips.Â
so you kiss himâloop your arms around his neck and tug him closer and press your lips to his. he groans, responds almost instantly as his mouth molds against yours, kissing you deeper as his hand moves to cup your cheek.
your lips are softer than he thought, and his hair is silky against your fingers. you tug at the strands, grab a handful, and feel them against your fingers like youâve wanted to for so long. and when he nips at your bottom lip, who are you to deny him? your lips part, letting his tongue slide in and taste you with a breathy sigh that makes your knees wobble.Â
âs-satoru,â you stutter, whispering between kisses, âsuguru might come in like last timeââ
âgod,â he groans, head burying into your neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses against the skin, âdonât fucking talk about your brother right now. please.â
âmy room,â you say urgentlyâitâs all he needs to hear before his hands are on your ass, grabbing you as you wrap your legs around his hips. itâs urgent, the way his mouth is back on yoursâhe doesnât pull away even once the entire walk to your room, not even when he lets your back fall onto the mattress as he hovers over you, pressing kisses along your collarbone.Â
no bra, he notes happily, his hand sneaking under your shirt to toy with your pert nipples.Â
âgod, youâve been driving me fuckinâ crazy,â he mumbles, tugging the hem of your shirt over your arms and tossing it over his shoulder. he stares, takes in the sight of the same tits heâs been fantasizing over for the last few days in awe. âyou know that? been thinkinâ about these for days,â he says lowly, cupping your tit and massaging as he presses a kiss to your jaw.Â
âyouâre shameless,â you mutter, snorting before you cut yourself off with a gasp as he squeezes your nipple, pinching and rolling it between his fingers and pulling a soft whine from you.
âshhh,â he chuckles, tilting his head toward the wall next to you, âdonât want suguru to hear, do you? that wouldnât be nice, would it?â
âitâll be worse for you than me,â you grin, tugging at the hem of his own shirt, indicating you want it off. he grins widely, wiggling his brows and making you purse your lips.
âwanna see me shirtless again, huh? third times the charm, as they say,â he winks. you would retort with something as witty, but then your eyes fall on that tattoo againâright under his collarbone, making your hand reach out to trace it with your thumb.Â
âwhat compelled you to get this corny little tattoo of yours,â you grin, giggling as you trace over the small infinity sign.Â
for the first time, you think you witness satoru shy, blushing as he rubs the back of his neck and chuckles awkwardly. âthatâŠthat was an accident. when i got drunk for the first time.â
âoh,â you snort, âyouâre so weak, satoruââ
âdo me a favor, sweetheart,â he hums, cutting you off, âas much as i love when you say my name, say toru for me, yeah? i wanna hear it.â
you roll your eyes, huffing as your hand finds the back of his head and pulls him into another kiss, moaning into his mouth as he grinds the throbbing erection in his sweats over your heated core.Â
âtoru,â you say breathlessly, âmore.â
thatâs all he needs to hearâsatoru doesnât waste a second before heâs crawling between your legs, sliding your cute little pajama pants down your legs before meeting your dripping pussy.
itâs wetâso wet, he almost wants to chuckle and tease you a bit. just for old-time's sake. but the ache that shoots down to his cock reminds him that heâs in no position to tease you when heâs not faring any better himself. so he spreads your legs, kisses lightly at your clit in a feather-like touch that has you whimpering and clutching the sheets in anticipation.
âhow pretty,â he mumbles, âbeen hiding this pretty little thing all this time. what a perfect pussy.â
âsatoru,â you gasp in embarrassment, hands reaching for his hair and tugging him closer to where you need him mostâequal parts because you really need his mouth on your cunt and equal parts because you really need him to shut up.Â
but he chuckles, takes his time to spread your folds open with his thumbs, and watches in wonder as you flutter around nothing, arousal dripping and leaving a mess. itâs perfectâyouâre perfect, and he wants to take his time with you.Â
âgod, youâre soaked,â he groans, chuckling as he murmurs, âthatâs fuckinâ cute.â
before you can even whine at the way his words are shameless, his mouth is back to kissing your clit, lips wrapping around it as he sucks and rolls his tongue along the sensitive bud. his fingers sink deep into you, pushing past your folds and slowly bullying into you until the tips of his fingers curl and brush against a spot that makes you squeal.Â
you gasp a breathy, âfuck, toruââ before he hums around your clit, vibrations making you whimper as he thrusts his fingers back in to hit that spot again. itâs sensitive, the way he makes you feelâyour nerves are on fire, and your head is light, and fuck, it feels so good you canât help but sob brokenly and squeeze your thighs around his head. he moans against your cunt, pulling his fingers out before letting his tongue lick a stripe along your slit, tasting you with a sharp inhale.Â
âf-feels good,â you whimper, biting your lip as your eyes crinkle at the corners from squeezing shut.
âyeah?â he hums, kissing your inner thigh, leaving a wet little sheen of his spit and your arousal on the skin, âthatâs a good girlâjust keep telling me how good i make you feel, kay?â
he could stay buried nose-deep into your pussy for as long as you let himâtongue alternating between fucking into you and rolling over your swollen clit, hearing the broken little gasps and whines of his name as you repeat toru over and over again like a prayer. his hand grips at your thigh, sinking his fingertips into the plush skin and rubbing soothingly with his thumb as you rut your hips and grind against his face.Â
satoru has half a mind to watch it againâto lick and suck at your core again and again just so he could burn into his mind what you look like when you cum. itâs divineâlike heâs halfway to stepping into heaven and has to pause just to admire the sight before him.Â
your hips leave the mattress as your back arches, and your fingers tug relentlessly at his roots as your walls quiver, letting satoru taste every drop of your release as you press a palm to your hand and try to keep yourself from squealing at the pleasure.
suguru is right next door. you canât wake himâcanât let him know this is what you and his best friend get up to in the late hours of the night.Â
itâs not until satoru pulls away, catching his breath as he wipes the wet trail on his chin does he realize how hard he isâhow badly heâs aching as his cock strains against his sweats. he hisses as he frees himself; ridding his sweats and boxers and wrapping a large hand around the tip of his erection and smearing the leaking pre cum along his length.Â
you watch in awe, reaching over and replacing his hand with yours. satoru was rightâyour hand is infinitely smaller than his, and yet, it feels a great deal better. so much better, in fact, that his arms shake as he hovers over you, burying his head into your neck and groaning as you slowly stroke him, squeezing at the tip and rolling your thumb through the slit.
he didnât even have to show you what he wanted, what makes him feel good, what makes his mind fog with pleasure and burn through every nerve. no, you figure it all out on your own, pulling strangled moans and hushed gasps from him that make your clit ache once more.Â
âfuck, baby,â he pants, âcanât last long like thisâcâmon, g-gotta feel you.â gently, he pries your hand from his thick, pulsing cock, laying it against your stomach as he peers down in fascination. âiâll be right here,â he hums, drawing a line on your skin right where his tip ends, âsee that? thatâs where youâll feel me, sweetheart.â
âthen let me feel you,â you murmur, cupping his cheeks and brushing a thumb over the skin, âfuck me, toruâwanâ it so bad.â
so he doesâdrags his tip along your folds and collects the slick pooling at your entrance before pushing his tip past your folds, splitting you in half as he slowly buries himself to the hilt. his jaw is clenched, breath labored as he waits for you to adjust, lets you kiss his cheeks and nose as you murmur how handsome he is, how perfect he feels, how good is to you.Â
âthat asshole ever make you cum?â he asks lowly, âhe ever eat your pussy like that? make you cum hard enough you had to cover your mouth so youâre not screaming his name?â
âno,â you breathe, quivering as his thumb rolls over your clit in slow circles, still painfully still as he stares down at you, ân-no, never. just youâonly youââ
âgood,â he grins, âthatâs what i like to hear. and when i make you cum on my cock, make sure to tell me heâs never done that either, yeah?â
âyouâre full of it,â you scoff, âalways have been.â
âand youâre full of me,â he says cheekily, chuckling as you glare half-heartedly. âcan i move, baby? please? need more, âs not enough. n-need moreââ
âyeah,â you whimper, pulling him closer, chests brushing against each other as your lips meet in a sloppy kiss, âyeahâneed more too, toru.â
satoru, in all his years of knowing you, has never seen the side of you that could be this gentle. the side that glides your hands over his back, feeling every flex and every pull of his muscles, gently caressing the skin like itâs holy, like itâs not worthy of marksâinstead to be worshipped and revered with thoughtful touches. your lips sear into every part of him they can findâhis lips, his forehead, his nose, his hair as his face digs into your neck. even your voice is a gentle whisper of his name, so soft and careful, itâs like saying it wrong could break him.Â
your hips buck up in tandem with his, meeting his rhythm as he slams into you, his balls slapping against your skin as he buries his cock into you as deep as itâll go with every harsh thrust. you can feel his tip kissing against that sweet spot in the back of your walls, your abused cunt sucking him in and hugging around him as he groans.Â
the friction feels sickening, like heâll pass out any second, like heâs floating between the precipice of pleasure and the edge of consciousness.Â
you do that to himâhe doesnât know how or when or why, but you make him feel like he doesnât have a grip on his own senses. he doesnât mind it so much, he thinksâdoesnât hate the idea of letting himself fall into your palm and wrap around him. it feels nicer that way, like itâs where he belongs.
âfuck, âs so tight,â he rasps, whining into your neck as your hand cups the back of his head, holding him in place. his hips are rutting into you sloppily now, barely maintaining the rhythm from before as he nears his highâbut that doesn't stop him from angling into you perfectly, slamming into your sensitive spot every time without fail. âc-cumââm gonna cum. cum with me, sweetheart.â
ââm so close, toru,â you sobâand then, just as his thumb finds your clit again, rubbing harsh, desperate little circles to get you over the edge, you cum againâharder than the last time, spasming around his cock and pulling him in as you squeeze around him. ât-toru,â you gasp brokenly, âfuck, âs goodâso good.â
âbaby,â he moans lowly, âfuck, youâre so perfect. prettiest thing everâprettiest pussy ever. i, sh-shitââ your orgasm quickly has him falling into his own, hot, thick ropes of cum spilling into you with every twitch of his cock, sweet little noises pulled from his throat that he sings into your neck, fucking his load into you.Â
itâs messy, the way cum spills out of you and coats his cockâbut itâs perfect and feels so, so right. you canât help but think how perfectly satoru fits against you as his body slumps on top of yours, panting and spent as he cages you in his arms.
your hand doesnât leave his hairânow that you know how it feels, you donât think you can stop threading your fingers through it, ever.Â
âwow, toothless,â he chuckles after a bit, âyouâre seriously obsessed with me, huh? i mean, how long have you been nursing this crush on me, hmm? thinking about your brotherâs best friend, you naughty little thingââ
âsatoru, would you shut that mouth for once,â you hiss, rolling your eyesâstill, thereâs an affectionate grin on your lips this time as he chuckles into your skin.Â
âoh baby, iâm afraid this mouth never shuts, so you should get usedââ
suddenly, you both freeze as you hear suguruâs voice through the door. âyou two better not be fucking doing what i think youâre doing,â he growls, making your jaw drop and satoruâs eyes widen.
fuckâthat was never supposed to happen. suguru was never supposed to hear, let alone know.
âhey,â satoru starts, âif suguru kicks me out of our place, i can come be your new permanent housemate, right?â
do not comment about a part 2
yeah he can come live with me any time and as long as he pays by sucking my tiddies i shall provide all food and utilities and everything
much ado about nothing masterlist - plug!eren x reader series - 18+!!
Between being an English professor and a graduate student, your time is valuable and often stretched thin, and does not include room for many "extracurricular activities". When you come home one day to find your roommate picking up from the local dealer, however, your dedication to your hectic schedule wavers.
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i'm SO excited to finally share this series. i've been fangirling over this eren by myself for way too long and i'm super excited to bring you guys into the loop.
please find the best fan art of all time made by my bestie @fictional-d-supremacy for this series linked HERE :)
DISCLAIMER: this series contains MATURE CONTENT that is intended only for those over 18. if you are a minor or ageless blog, please do not interact.
content warnings for smut, alcohol and drug use (duh he's literally a drug dealer), some slight toxicity, and historia being your adorable bestie throughout the series
here's the ao3 link for anyone who would prefer to read on there!
Chapter 1 - courtesy of historia, you land your sights on the cute drug dealer that services much of campus. your common sense wins out...until you have a few drinks at girls' night, that is.
Chapter 2 - eren invites you and historia to a kickback with his friends. hilarity and mind-numbing sexual tension ensure.
Chapter 3 - eren's gotten under your skin, but you've decided that a one night stand should solve your little obsession, and eren's not one to deny you.
Chapter 4 - historia and sasha finally get to find out if all the rumors about eren are true. you learn a little more about eren's past thanks to sasha's sex drive. eren is the king of bad timing.
Chapter 5 - eren, still reeling from a mysterious text he received, meets you at paradise, the local club. he debates the meaning of the word 'friends' and you drink too many vodka sodas.
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