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 :: mdni/18+ :: suguru geto x afab!reader

☏ you only want one thing from your longtime rival / will he play along?

☏ dizzi’s voicemail: this was supposed to be posted on valentines day ... whoops! dw tho, it’s a long part (i hope) ... i gotta stop writing at 2am this feels so wordy WHATEVER enjoy <3 

back (pt. 2) & forward (pt. 4)

choosing to start this big charade in the coming days before valentines day was a mistake all by its lonesome. i mean, really, how crazy are you? you expected it to be the same as every year, rotting away with comfort movies after an everything shower with a single candle lit. sounds like a plan, right? it was, until you heard a knock on your dorm door. 

he’d been doing that a lot more this week, showing up unannounced, calling you at night and swearing he won’t fall asleep, only to do so because he knows you’re too much of a sweetie to hang up once he’s out cold! 

you pulled the door open, expecting to see his smug face taunting you about something. maybe the fact that you were drying your hair with that pink minnie mouse towel you like, or that you had your retainer in, or something else mundane that it’d be so like him to pick on. only, this time, he wasn’t there.

instead, a giant pink basket, decorated with hearts and pink ribbons, balloons, candy. flowers, a stuffed bear, something you could pull from a pinterest board, really. the other people on your floor walked past you, eyes either stuck on you or the extravagant gift you were struggling to haul inside. when you finally got it inside and opened the card attached, you instantly recognized his handwriting. as if anyone else was going to do all ... this ... for the sake of keeping up a lie. maybe because you weren’t used to this, or because you knew he wasn’t ever nice enough to pull this off, it felt more taunting than any sort of genuine.

v-day date? we both kno u’ve got no plans, cupcake.

hilarious & offensive. the cherry on top was the roughly scribbled little boxes labeled “yay” or “nay”. you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you laugh, but the idea of going on a date with him was so far off. the lie was a dumpster fire already, and after that kiss, you swore off spending excess time with him.

you pulled out your phone, swiping open his instagram dm’s and typing out a swift reply.

you: nay :)

quick, easy, painless. he read it almost immediately, and instead of just texting back like a normal person, he called you. way to take no for an answer.

before you could even get a word out, he was practically begging you. him. suguru geto. fuckass fratboy. begging you to go out with him on valentines day.

“please, cupcake? it’s just the fair, i miss you.” your stomach was doing flips at this point, everything betraying the hatred you swore you had for him (there’s none left). you were so done with yourself, really. how did all of that animosity just … melt … after one kiss?

no matter. “the fair? why so specific?” you disguised your flustered tone well, picking up one of the candies out of the basket and examining the packaging. it wasn’t chocolate, geto was too much a womanizer by now to be cliché. heart shaped sour gummies, and if you weren’t paying close attention, you’ve have missed the word “edibles” across the front label. 

“not specific, doll. just wanna win you some prizes … if you’ll have me.” he sounded more genuine than he ever had, causing you to scoff.

“hm … i mean, i don’t mind. just waiting on your ulterior motive to come through.” you knew there had to be one, there just had to be. you’d been spending way too much time reminding yourself of all the bad in him so you could lose the feelings he’d planted.

“you think so low of me, babe. hurts me. whatever, picking you up at 5.” and with that, he hung up. he definitely wasn’t bluffing, and it left you stunned. he was telling, not asking. either he knew he was getting under your skin, or he seriously wanted to go on a date with you ... you hope it’s not the latter. 

more important than the rest of that, it was 2pm. 3 hours to get ready? i mean, you could just go the sweats-and-sweater route, but a date is a date, and the fair was popular in your city. people from your school would definitely be there, and if you wanted to get through this without being asked questions, you’d have to put on a show. great, you’re great at that!

little did you know how far that boundary would extend. suguru showed up at 5, not a moment before and not a moment later. you practically stumbled into his car as you finished lacing up your shoes. he took one look at you and had to hold back from saying anything on his mind.

he knew you. hating someone actually helps you get quite close, and as much as he knew which buttons to push, he also knew which ones not to. you weren’t like the girls who threw themselves at him, the ones who fainted as a sidelong glance. you made it clear over the years that you’d rather die than give him any attention, even if he was starting to grow on you now. that could even be what he loved most about you.

how silly. dedicating all of highschool + your freshman year at university hating a man, just to forget about it all when he kisses you once. it’s unlike you, so much so that you’d lose a finger if you could take it all back. 

“stop staring and drive.” you folded your arms over your chest, eyes facing forward out of the windshield. why look at him? you were sure he could read you well, if your eyes sparkle even a tiny bit, you’ll never live it down.

“yes ma’am.” he wasted no time and began driving, stuck between starting a conversation with you or just letting you look all cute & fake-mad at him. 

the car ride was peaceful enough, but you could still feel his eyes on you. “staring much? what do you want?” you were on the defensive, of course you were, but it wasn’t as harsh as normal, and he noticed.

“can’t look at my date? she’s fuckin’ gorgeous.” he was teasing because it’d get a rise out of you, but in no way was he lying. it made your skin crawl a bit, which made him chuckle softly. it’s so cute to him that you can’t ever help but overreact.

“stop it. this isn’t a date … not really.” it’s not like you had another name for it. dressing up, wearing your favorite lipgloss just in case he wanted another kiss … something is wrong with you.

as expected, the fair was busy because on valentines day, no couple was ever original. it made you feel so weird at first, walking through the bright lights and circus music, clutching suguru’s hand & playing girlfriend for the night. he was doing a great job of pretending, so much so that it made your heart flutter (unwillingly).

it got to a point where you were so comfortable with him, laughing and talking like you hadn’t hated this man for ages up until last week. he wasn’t going to taunt you about it, not tonight anyway. he was enjoying himself just as much. “i promise you i’ll win it.” he stated, pointing towards the blue and pink panda plushie you’d been eyeing. ring toss prize, the most unserious thing you could think of, and you’d never seen him so focused. “yeah, sure. your aim is probably no good.” you playfully rolled your eyes, trying not to laugh. “bet you’d love to find out.” he shot you a wink, focusing back in on the game he was already 0 for 2 in. usually, you’d flip him off, scold him about being inappropriate, tell him he’s getting too into it. but tonight, your stomach flipped a little harder, eyes shone a tad bit brighter. you found him funny for once.

what was funnier were the constant failed attempts, and the fact that he had no problem spending dollar after dollar to make sure he won it for you. you didn’t even want it that bad, but a gift is a gift!

“thank you, geto. you didn’t have to do that.” you locked hands with him again, letting him lead you over to the food court area. everything smelled like grease and sugar, and a tiny bit of weed from the stoners who are always bound to show up at night.

“surely you know by now i’m pretty determined.” he shrugged, sitting with you at one of the tables. the colorful lights flashed over his face and yours as you both talked about anything and everything, sipping on frozen lemonades he put out another $2 for. 

“what’s with you taking this all so seriously?” you asked, definitely feeling the shift in atmosphere now. there was zero animosity, nothing simmering  under the surface or waiting to become an argument. 

“taking what i can get, i guess.” his expression was fully genuine. it shook you a bit, he wasn’t doing this for your sake. he couldn’t care less about whether or not people thought you guys slept together. he just wanted to be around you, which genuinely made your head spin.

“elaborate.” you swirled your straw around in the chilled cup, not meeting his eyes just yet. years of being made fun of, arguing in hallways, fuming about his teasing. all chalked up to the classic “boys are mean to you because they like you.” 

ew.

“just that, baby. i hate pretending. it was fun getting a rise out of you … stopped being fun in the 10th grade. any excuse to get close to you is good enough.” there was an odd air of vulnerability surrounding him. his eyes were softer, usually smug smirk sort of missing that arrogance.

it scared you. fully scared you. you could barely bring yourself to breathe for a few moments, and he noticed. there was nothing you could do besides resort a defense mechanism.

“oh, wow! the fratboy has feelings, i’m shocked.” your tone was pure dry sarcasm, and you watched the light drain from his eyes. you felt guilt for a moment, but only one. 

“whatever. c’mon.” he took your hand and tossed out both the empty cups, pulling you in the direction of the ferris wheel. the line wasn’t too long, and you’d been wanting to get on it all night.

you stopped speaking, but it didn’t stop him from continuing on to the next topic. something about buying drinks for the upcoming frat party, and how you should attend even though it’s not really your scene.

only being met with the occasional “mhm”, he knew he’d made a mistake in being honest with you. if he weren’t secretly hurt, he’d be poking fun at you for the dumb look on your face. 

“were you being serious?” you finally met his eyes as you were approaching the top of the ferris wheel. it felt like it’d be ages since you said anything, but it’d been roughly an hour. you just prayed to the most high that you didn’t get stuck up here.

“doesn’t matter.” he shrugged, arms crossed over his chest. the tension was only going to grow from here unless you apologized, but it didn’t make sense to do so when you didn’t know how you felt. something about the silence made the ride feel absolutely suffocating.

“i’m sorry, suguru. you caught me off guard, but i wasn’t nice.” you couldn’t even look at him straight on, focusing your eyes on the fair below you. everyone on the ground was having a great time, much better than either of you. 

the fun music sounded like more of a taunt as the ride kept cycling slowly. the transition from fun to silence was so violent between the two of you, it damn near gave you whiplash. you were twisting your ring back and forth for comfort the entire time.

“don’t care. leave it alone.” he didn’t mean to be so short with you, he was usually much better at hiding his true feelings, but you’d struck him deep with that statement. he’d heard it plenty of times, mostly after a one-night stand where he “apologized” for heading out so quick.

he normally wouldn’t care, he just didn’t like hearing it from you.

his dismissal did nothing but put you back on the defensive, straining the situation further. god, this is exhausting. 

“then i’m not sorry at all.” you huffed and rolled your eyes, meaning for only you to hear that, but he caught it too. didn’t say a word. it was so grounding to know you’d hurt his feelings, to know he had any at all. it was a little of a salt, you’d been having so much fun!

he’d taken you home shortly after. the entire car ride was filled with the thick tension. you were both fairly exhausted, but this burnout was from getting into it with each other.

you pictured things going differently, maybe ending the night with a kiss or more. a big part of this was losing your virginity to him, something he hadn’t pressured you to do even though you were sure he would. he didn’t though, and you were less grateful than you thought you’d be. 

you got out of his car without a word, going into your dorm and sitting down by your bedroom door. the stupid stuffed animal was still in your hands, along with a couple of photobooth strips. i should’ve left one for him, you thought.

you weren’t crying or anything, but you definitely felt melancholic. mixed with a bit of anger, that is. you never liked the guys who used bullying as a cover, and geto had been around you long enough to understand that. as far as logic is concerned, this was another sick joke.

your hand subconsciously moved to twist your ring some more, but you were startled to find it wasn’t on your hand! panic spread, that thing kept you level. if you didn’t have it, you’d have a hell of a harder time calming down. weird, but functional.

tearing your room apart was no use. retracing your steps from the front of your dorm building to your front door was just as aimless. you knew you had it on at the fair, the cold metal kept brushing up against suguru’s palm when you guys would hold hands. 

meanwhile, he’s long gone. heading off to his own dorm, mildly upset. he hadn’t meant to piss you off or scare you or anything like that. he was being genuine for once in his idiot life, and he’d made such a bad impression on you for so many years that you thought he was lying. or, however you felt. either way, it wasn’t his intention.

his drive back felt endless, the car filled with your scent and the cotton candy you both couldn’t stop eating. he missed you already.

he sat parked for a while before getting out of his car, thinking. thinking about how to get you back, how to get close enough to apologize. despite his heavy drinking party animal lifestyle, geto wasn’t stupid. he was observant, and he knew you better than you thought he did. he knew you’d be avoiding him at all costs now.

right before he stepped out, he noticed something shining in the middle console. it was pretty much taunting him, because he recognized it immediately as the ring you couldn’t keep your hands off of. shitty of the universe to do that to him.

he thought about giving it back, but you wouldn’t have answered the door. what you would do was come look for it. using that information, he pocketed the jewelry, heading inside to get some sleep.

if you missed the damn thing bad enough, he’d be seeing you soon.

property of lvsttastic :: pls do not plagiarize or ai train my work ❤︎ :: mlist!

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WHERE are all the ino fics, i’m getting antsy like i’ll write my own atp ☹️

[sweettnemesis]

the.way.I.would.fuck.him.it’s.not.even.funny

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ONE THING! - S.G.

 :: mdni/18+ :: suguru geto x afab!reader

☏ you only want one thing from your longtime rival / will he play along?

☏ dizzi’s voicemail: this was supposed to be posted on valentines day ... whoops! dw tho, it’s a long part (i hope) ... i gotta stop writing at 2am this feels so wordy WHATEVER enjoy <3 

back (pt. 2) & forward (pt. 4)

choosing to start this big charade in the coming days before valentines day was a mistake all by its lonesome. i mean, really, how crazy are you? you expected it to be the same as every year, rotting away with comfort movies after an everything shower with a single candle lit. sounds like a plan, right? it was, until you heard a knock on your dorm door. 

he’d been doing that a lot more this week, showing up unannounced, calling you at night and swearing he won’t fall asleep, only to do so because he knows you’re too much of a sweetie to hang up once he’s out cold! 

you pulled the door open, expecting to see his smug face taunting you about something. maybe the fact that you were drying your hair with that pink minnie mouse towel you like, or that you had your retainer in, or something else mundane that it’d be so like him to pick on. only, this time, he wasn’t there.

instead, a giant pink basket, decorated with hearts and pink ribbons, balloons, candy. flowers, a stuffed bear, something you could pull from a pinterest board, really. the other people on your floor walked past you, eyes either stuck on you or the extravagant gift you were struggling to haul inside. when you finally got it inside and opened the card attached, you instantly recognized his handwriting. as if anyone else was going to do all ... this ... for the sake of keeping up a lie. maybe because you weren’t used to this, or because you knew he wasn’t ever nice enough to pull this off, it felt more taunting than any sort of genuine.

v-day date? we both kno u’ve got no plans, cupcake.

hilarious & offensive. the cherry on top was the roughly scribbled little boxes labeled “yay” or “nay”. you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you laugh, but the idea of going on a date with him was so far off. the lie was a dumpster fire already, and after that kiss, you swore off spending excess time with him.

you pulled out your phone, swiping open his instagram dm’s and typing out a swift reply.

you: nay :)

quick, easy, painless. he read it almost immediately, and instead of just texting back like a normal person, he called you. way to take no for an answer.

before you could even get a word out, he was practically begging you. him. suguru geto. fuckass fratboy. begging you to go out with him on valentines day.

“please, cupcake? it’s just the fair, i miss you.” your stomach was doing flips at this point, everything betraying the hatred you swore you had for him (there’s none left). you were so done with yourself, really. how did all of that animosity just … melt … after one kiss?

no matter. “the fair? why so specific?” you disguised your flustered tone well, picking up one of the candies out of the basket and examining the packaging. it wasn’t chocolate, geto was too much a womanizer by now to be cliché. heart shaped sour gummies, and if you weren’t paying close attention, you’ve have missed the word “edibles” across the front label. 

“not specific, doll. just wanna win you some prizes … if you’ll have me.” he sounded more genuine than he ever had, causing you to scoff.

“hm … i mean, i don’t mind. just waiting on your ulterior motive to come through.” you knew there had to be one, there just had to be. you’d been spending way too much time reminding yourself of all the bad in him so you could lose the feelings he’d planted.

“you think so low of me, babe. hurts me. whatever, picking you up at 5.” and with that, he hung up. he definitely wasn’t bluffing, and it left you stunned. he was telling, not asking. either he knew he was getting under your skin, or he seriously wanted to go on a date with you ... you hope it’s not the latter. 

more important than the rest of that, it was 2pm. 3 hours to get ready? i mean, you could just go the sweats-and-sweater route, but a date is a date, and the fair was popular in your city. people from your school would definitely be there, and if you wanted to get through this without being asked questions, you’d have to put on a show. great, you’re great at that!

little did you know how far that boundary would extend. suguru showed up at 5, not a moment before and not a moment later. you practically stumbled into his car as you finished lacing up your shoes. he took one look at you and had to hold back from saying anything on his mind.

he knew you. hating someone actually helps you get quite close, and as much as he knew which buttons to push, he also knew which ones not to. you weren’t like the girls who threw themselves at him, the ones who fainted as a sidelong glance. you made it clear over the years that you’d rather die than give him any attention, even if he was starting to grow on you now. that could even be what he loved most about you.

how silly. dedicating all of highschool + your freshman year at university hating a man, just to forget about it all when he kisses you once. it’s unlike you, so much so that you’d lose a finger if you could take it all back. 

“stop staring and drive.” you folded your arms over your chest, eyes facing forward out of the windshield. why look at him? you were sure he could read you well, if your eyes sparkle even a tiny bit, you’ll never live it down.

“yes ma’am.” he wasted no time and began driving, stuck between starting a conversation with you or just letting you look all cute & fake-mad at him. 

the car ride was peaceful enough, but you could still feel his eyes on you. “staring much? what do you want?” you were on the defensive, of course you were, but it wasn’t as harsh as normal, and he noticed.

“can’t look at my date? she’s fuckin’ gorgeous.” he was teasing because it’d get a rise out of you, but in no way was he lying. it made your skin crawl a bit, which made him chuckle softly. it’s so cute to him that you can’t ever help but overreact.

“stop it. this isn’t a date … not really.” it’s not like you had another name for it. dressing up, wearing your favorite lipgloss just in case he wanted another kiss … something is wrong with you.

as expected, the fair was busy because on valentines day, no couple was ever original. it made you feel so weird at first, walking through the bright lights and circus music, clutching suguru’s hand & playing girlfriend for the night. he was doing a great job of pretending, so much so that it made your heart flutter (unwillingly).

it got to a point where you were so comfortable with him, laughing and talking like you hadn’t hated this man for ages up until last week. he wasn’t going to taunt you about it, not tonight anyway. he was enjoying himself just as much. “i promise you i’ll win it.” he stated, pointing towards the blue and pink panda plushie you’d been eyeing. ring toss prize, the most unserious thing you could think of, and you’d never seen him so focused. “yeah, sure. your aim is probably no good.” you playfully rolled your eyes, trying not to laugh. “bet you’d love to find out.” he shot you a wink, focusing back in on the game he was already 0 for 2 in. usually, you’d flip him off, scold him about being inappropriate, tell him he’s getting too into it. but tonight, your stomach flipped a little harder, eyes shone a tad bit brighter. you found him funny for once.

what was funnier were the constant failed attempts, and the fact that he had no problem spending dollar after dollar to make sure he won it for you. you didn’t even want it that bad, but a gift is a gift!

“thank you, geto. you didn’t have to do that.” you locked hands with him again, letting him lead you over to the food court area. everything smelled like grease and sugar, and a tiny bit of weed from the stoners who are always bound to show up at night.

“surely you know by now i’m pretty determined.” he shrugged, sitting with you at one of the tables. the colorful lights flashed over his face and yours as you both talked about anything and everything, sipping on frozen lemonades he put out another $2 for. 

“what’s with you taking this all so seriously?” you asked, definitely feeling the shift in atmosphere now. there was zero animosity, nothing simmering  under the surface or waiting to become an argument. 

“taking what i can get, i guess.” his expression was fully genuine. it shook you a bit, he wasn’t doing this for your sake. he couldn’t care less about whether or not people thought you guys slept together. he just wanted to be around you, which genuinely made your head spin.

“elaborate.” you swirled your straw around in the chilled cup, not meeting his eyes just yet. years of being made fun of, arguing in hallways, fuming about his teasing. all chalked up to the classic “boys are mean to you because they like you.” 

ew.

“just that, baby. i hate pretending. it was fun getting a rise out of you … stopped being fun in the 10th grade. any excuse to get close to you is good enough.” there was an odd air of vulnerability surrounding him. his eyes were softer, usually smug smirk sort of missing that arrogance.

it scared you. fully scared you. you could barely bring yourself to breathe for a few moments, and he noticed. there was nothing you could do besides resort a defense mechanism.

“oh, wow! the fratboy has feelings, i’m shocked.” your tone was pure dry sarcasm, and you watched the light drain from his eyes. you felt guilt for a moment, but only one. 

“whatever. c’mon.” he took your hand and tossed out both the empty cups, pulling you in the direction of the ferris wheel. the line wasn’t too long, and you’d been wanting to get on it all night.

you stopped speaking, but it didn’t stop him from continuing on to the next topic. something about buying drinks for the upcoming frat party, and how you should attend even though it’s not really your scene.

only being met with the occasional “mhm”, he knew he’d made a mistake in being honest with you. if he weren’t secretly hurt, he’d be poking fun at you for the dumb look on your face. 

“were you being serious?” you finally met his eyes as you were approaching the top of the ferris wheel. it felt like it’d be ages since you said anything, but it’d been roughly an hour. you just prayed to the most high that you didn’t get stuck up here.

“doesn’t matter.” he shrugged, arms crossed over his chest. the tension was only going to grow from here unless you apologized, but it didn’t make sense to do so when you didn’t know how you felt. something about the silence made the ride feel absolutely suffocating.

“i’m sorry, suguru. you caught me off guard, but i wasn’t nice.” you couldn’t even look at him straight on, focusing your eyes on the fair below you. everyone on the ground was having a great time, much better than either of you. 

the fun music sounded like more of a taunt as the ride kept cycling slowly. the transition from fun to silence was so violent between the two of you, it damn near gave you whiplash. you were twisting your ring back and forth for comfort the entire time.

“don’t care. leave it alone.” he didn’t mean to be so short with you, he was usually much better at hiding his true feelings, but you’d struck him deep with that statement. he’d heard it plenty of times, mostly after a one-night stand where he “apologized” for heading out so quick.

he normally wouldn’t care, he just didn’t like hearing it from you.

his dismissal did nothing but put you back on the defensive, straining the situation further. god, this is exhausting. 

“then i’m not sorry at all.” you huffed and rolled your eyes, meaning for only you to hear that, but he caught it too. didn’t say a word. it was so grounding to know you’d hurt his feelings, to know he had any at all. it was a little of a salt, you’d been having so much fun!

he’d taken you home shortly after. the entire car ride was filled with the thick tension. you were both fairly exhausted, but this burnout was from getting into it with each other.

you pictured things going differently, maybe ending the night with a kiss or more. a big part of this was losing your virginity to him, something he hadn’t pressured you to do even though you were sure he would. he didn’t though, and you were less grateful than you thought you’d be. 

you got out of his car without a word, going into your dorm and sitting down by your bedroom door. the stupid stuffed animal was still in your hands, along with a couple of photobooth strips. i should’ve left one for him, you thought.

you weren’t crying or anything, but you definitely felt melancholic. mixed with a bit of anger, that is. you never liked the guys who used bullying as a cover, and geto had been around you long enough to understand that. as far as logic is concerned, this was another sick joke.

your hand subconsciously moved to twist your ring some more, but you were startled to find it wasn’t on your hand! panic spread, that thing kept you level. if you didn’t have it, you’d have a hell of a harder time calming down. weird, but functional.

tearing your room apart was no use. retracing your steps from the front of your dorm building to your front door was just as aimless. you knew you had it on at the fair, the cold metal kept brushing up against suguru’s palm when you guys would hold hands. 

meanwhile, he’s long gone. heading off to his own dorm, mildly upset. he hadn’t meant to piss you off or scare you or anything like that. he was being genuine for once in his idiot life, and he’d made such a bad impression on you for so many years that you thought he was lying. or, however you felt. either way, it wasn’t his intention.

his drive back felt endless, the car filled with your scent and the cotton candy you both couldn’t stop eating. he missed you already.

he sat parked for a while before getting out of his car, thinking. thinking about how to get you back, how to get close enough to apologize. despite his heavy drinking party animal lifestyle, geto wasn’t stupid. he was observant, and he knew you better than you thought he did. he knew you’d be avoiding him at all costs now.

right before he stepped out, he noticed something shining in the middle console. it was pretty much taunting him, because he recognized it immediately as the ring you couldn’t keep your hands off of. shitty of the universe to do that to him.

he thought about giving it back, but you wouldn’t have answered the door. what you would do was come look for it. using that information, he pocketed the jewelry, heading inside to get some sleep.

if you missed the damn thing bad enough, he’d be seeing you soon.

property of lvsttastic :: pls do not plagiarize or ai train my work ❤︎ :: mlist!

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spending … weeks … on this geto fic … but only getting likes on my gojo smut from weeks ago … ik what you guys are

whatever, new part to the geto fic drops soon

[wrappedaroundtsukisfingers]

newly found obsession

ino takuma

[rip-cherrys-wrld]

blood against porcelain

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You are not to engage with Satoru Gojo.

That had been drilled into your head since the very second you were born. The moment came mere minutes after the miracle of the Gojo clan was brought into the world.

The difference was that no one batted an eye at yet another Kamo being born.

A girl, at that.

No one cared about you until you manifested your cursed technique at six years old. As the first drops of blood coalesced at your fingertips, suddenly, you were a god. The best thing that could have happened to the Kamos.

A gift.

A way to compete with the Gojos.

Yeah, right. As if you could ever have any hope of competing with that smug-faced little brat. You had enough cursed energy to live up to the claims of your family, but no sorcerer alive could ever keep with with Satoru, no matter how much training you were put through.

Years go by. As Satoru went to Tokyo Jujutsu High, you were kept at the Kyoto school.

You are not to engage with Satoru Gojo.

That meant giving up your dream of going to school in Tokyo, but you're the future clan head. You have to be pragmatic about these things.

More time passes, and you find yourself in a teaching position at the Tokyo campus. Unfortunately, Satoru Gojo was extended the very same offer.

You push him away every chance you get, turning down every attempt he made at connection.

You are not to engage with Satoru Gojo.

He still managed to slip through the cracks in your armor with that effortless charm and the smirk that always graced his lips. You fell in love quickly—you both did—but neither of you got close enough for a relationship to bloom.

The implications of two of the big clans joining together would have generational consequences. You weren't willing to deal with the fall out, and Satoru never wanted to make you uncomfortable.

Even as you let him into your world, a sense of unease still tickled the back of your mind. You're not supposed to be with him. You shouldn't let him close. He's probably just trying to get information out of you, extort you in some way.

None of that mattered when your heart leaped out of your chest and into his. Silently, you belonged to one another despite never glancing at each other in public. Kisses were private affairs, displays of affection were quiet and fleeting.

You never wanted anything more than you wanted him in your entire life. He never wanted anything more than to give himself over to you.

Unfortunately, he was never his to give. His body never belonged to him. You asked him once, what his soul was like. He had laughed and said that he didn't have one anymore. That it got bled out of him between all the small brutalities he was forced to witness.

Maybe it wasn't as much of a joke as you thought it was.

Because now, you're stuck with one half of him in your lap. Fresh blood still stains his porcelain skin. His eyes are halfway shut like he's moments away from closing them for good or springing right back to life.

You shut them for him.

You are not to engage with Satoru Gojo.

For the first time in your life, you wish you had listened to your family. Maybe then you wouldn't have to deal with the hollowness in your chest.

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A SECRET GIFT

summary: in which you find there's more to choso's valentine's day gift than you originally thought warnings: 18+, MDNI, (in)appropriate camera usage, vibrating butt plugs, cumming untouched, choso is pierced up, whiny choso, choso cries but out of pleasure, a little bit of overstimulation a/n: another oneshot inspired by my beloved @jabesa0 (art used in the header). i hope you enjoy this my lovely. don't stone me for the ending I'M SO BAD AT WRITING ENDINGS

The day after Valentine's Day is usually a slow comedown wrapped up in pink crepe paper and heart-shaped confetti.

This year, though, you wake up to the heavy weight of your boyfriend, Choso, on your chest. He's got his head tucked up under yours, arms tight around your waist as he snoozes away. You rub the sleep out of your eyes and absently comb a hand through his hair.

Thank god it's Sunday and you don't have anywhere to be. You're pretty sure you'll be stuck under him until his brain decides to wake back up. The two of you did have a rather long night last night, after all. A walk through the park, a nice dinner, and then hours wrapped up in the sheets together.

Choso had also given you a gift: a little digital camera so that you could "document your relationship."

He's just the cutest.

You had left the camera resting on your nightstand last night. You didn't get to examine it very long before you were on each other, but now that you've got nothing better to do…

Choso picked out the cutest camera possible—shiny pink plastic that he covered in cute Kuromi stickers. You flip it around, testing the weight of it in your hands, before pressing the power button and waiting for it to boot up.

When the screen flickers to life, you over the display before taking a test picture of Choso cuddled up to your chest. Clicking on the preview to examine it closer, you notice that there's something else already saved to the SIM card. You toggle over to it, eyes widening in shock.

You'd expected some kind of instructional diagram or welcome screen, not your boyfriend laid out in a slutty little nightgown. One of your slutty little nighgowns. The thumbnail is slightly blurry, but his arm is extended out of frame like he's adjusting the camera. He's flushed in the shot, hand covering his face like he's embarrassed.

Thighs already clenched under your blanket, you start the video.

"H-hey, baby," Choso's soothing voice starts up. His arms slowly lower so his hands can tug at the hem of his nightgown. "Uhm..happy Valentine's Day. I know, fuck, you, like when I, uh…sorry, it's hard to focus."

His hips cant up off of the mattress after that, a faint buzzing becoming audible for a moment. Choso clears his throat, but his voice still comes out breathy and whiny when he tries to talk again.

"I know you like when I send you videos, so I thought I'd try s-something new this time. I'm…using that plug you got me. The one that vibrates? Oh shit, m'sorry I didn't record me putting it in…I came twice. I had to take a break." The plug in question was a Christmas gift you got, partly to make a stocking stuffer joke. You hadn't thought much about it at all after that, but it seems like Choso's been thinking about it a lot.

His right hand tugs the hem of his nightgown up slowly, dragging the fabric up his thighs and abs. Silver piercings glinting, his cock springs up in greeting. Choso stifles a whimper at the cool air hitting the pearl of precum smeared over his tip.

"But it feels so fucking good, baby, thank you. Thank you," he whispers. He finally frees himself from the nightgown and tosses the fabric somewhere out of frame. The muscles in his tummy keep jumping, thighs twitching every so often from the insistent vibrations. "Hah…it's so much different than when you fuck me. Feels like…like…god, I don't even know."

Choso lets out a pathetic whine, and you watch in awe as his body spasms on the tiny screen. His legs kick out weakly, like he's not sure what to do with all the pleasure coursing through him. Like his body can't store it all, and he keeps trying to run from it but can never get away. The vein that runs along the bottom of his shaft is visibly pulsing, piercings moving as the skin pulls tighter. There's strings of pre dripping onto his stomach, running over the lines of his abs in rivulets that you wish you could lick off.

"Baby, I wish you were here," he whines. "Want you…wish you were here to touch my cock for me. I k-know you don't want me to touch it without you…your hand'd feel so good right now," he all but sobs out.

Big, wet tears form in his eyes and start falling down his cheeks, and that's when you can tell he's getting close. He always cries when he has his prostate stimulated. The sheets are fisted in his hands, and his fingers keep flexing like he's trying his hardest to ground himself.

"Please, you have to…have to promise me you'll touch me after you watch this. Please, I've been so good f'you. Did everything you wanted. Need you so bad, always need you so bad," he babbles between tears. He's crying in earnest now, chest heaving with every shuddery breath he takes.

"Ohhh, I'm gonna cum. Gonna cum for you. Please, please, please—oh, fuck…" A hand flies up to cover his mouth, but it does little to stifle the half-sob, half-moan that tears out of his chest. His orgasm hits hard, cum spurting out of the pierced head of his cock and landing on his belly. After a few moments of writhing, Choso starts patting the bed frantically for the remote to the plug. He flops over onto his side, back arching high as his body tries to run from the overstimulation.

When he finally gets the plug shut off, he lies there for a good thirty seconds, just taking shuddery breaths and trying to get his ragged sobs under control.

He finally sniffles and wipes the tears from his eyes before grabbing the camera and pulling it closer. Now that the lens is near his face, you can see the blotchy blush covering his cheeks and the faint tear tracks streaking down his skin.

"Happy Valentine's Day, baby," he sniffles.

The video ends, and you're left lying in a puddle of your own slick. A truck might as well have run you over with the way your body's feeling right now: heavy, useless, and tingly all over. It's like all your nerve endings have been set on edge.

It takes you a few moments to register that Choso's dark brown eyes are peering up at you now, bleary as he deals with the lingering haze of sleep.

"You found the video?"

"Take your clothes off."

"Yes, ma'am."

So much for a come down.

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im like nervy about continuing “one thing” … both parts are so flop but its OKAY i love my core audience who fw it

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part 3

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ONE THING! - S.G.

:: mdni/18+ :: suguru geto x afab!reader

☏ you only want one thing from your longtime rival / will he play along?

☏ dizzi’s voicemail: pt. 2!! pt. 1 here, this part came quick bc the last part flopped asl ... i second-guessed the hell out of continuing + this part is shorter ... but here it is! enjoy ❤︎ !!!

week one was an absolute nightmare, and that’s putting it gently. what you assumed would just be him agreeing when someone asked turned into more access for him to get under your skin. texting you more, popping up almost everywhere you went, barely addressing you by anything other than that idiotic nickname.

his effort was mindnumbingly sexy infuriating.

whenever he asked you to meet him someplace, your first instinct was “no way”. you even told him he was doing too much, people were starting to believe you guys were a couple, which raised questions. it was no secret that you’d rather choke on day-old pizza than be in a relationship with him. you were no longer the only person asking “why”. thursday evening of that week, you were far too busy studying in your dorm to worry about anything happening with your situation. as much as you wished, the assignments wouldn’t do themselves. 

you’d felt your phone buzz up against the desk a proper eight or nine times, enough to have you contemplating breaking the damn thing, but you didn’t pick it up. the check of one notification would drown into screen time you had zero time for, as it normally did.

the knock on your door was enough to make your head spin, and you seriously wanted to stab whoever was outside for distracting you.  when you swung your door open, you were less than pleased to see him leaning up against your doorframe. “this place is tiny as hell, cupcake. coulda sworn a princess like you would want a maxed out space.” geto stepped in like he owned the place, fast enough to give you whiplash. you shut the door behind yourself as he laid himself out on your bed, propped up on his elbows. “why are you here, suguru?” you questioned, jaw clenching just a bit. he’s so fucking insufferable! “you’ve been avoiding me, that’s why. you realize you didn’t even give me all the rules to this game, don’t you?” he flashed you that same stupid smirk, watching you silently fuming by your door. he really didn’t like it, if you were frustrated, just take it out on him! “this isn’t a game. it’s a lie gone rogue, and you certainly aren’t helping.” you just watched him as he looked at you, fake pouting. “awh, did i take things too far, pretty girl? i don’t know any better! it’s you who said i’m jus’ a dumb little fratboy.” he sat up straight, taking off his jacket to reveal just a tight black shirt. perfectly snug around his biceps, clinging to his toned body. good looking enough to drown out his idiotic rambling. “aaaand-...eyes up here.” he tried his best not to laugh at you, your expression switching from practically drooling over him to fuming out of embarrassment. “shut up. what do you want?” you pushed off your door, sitting back in your desk chair. you couldn’t help the way your eyes scanned his body and face, only stopping once you realize he’s still snickering at you. fuck. “i want something out of this. i agreed to keep your secret for free, and i don’t do that. but, you looked so cute while you were pleading, i gave you mercy.” he ran a hand through his dark hair, sighing heavily. 

“stop calling me cute, suguru.”

“oh, but you are, cupcake. the cutest, really. especially when you’re trying to convince yourself we’re rivals. anyway, my end of the deal.” he stood up, shoving his hands in the back pockets of his jeans and leaning up against your dresser. the air felt thicker somehow, him being this close had you subconsciously pressing your thighs together. 

and yes, he absolutely noticed. but, how is he getting in your head, he’s not even doing anything! he leaned down to where you were sitting, causing you to move back slightly in your chair. “in no universe do i date the women i fuck. but you and i? never happened. i’m giving you a choice.” his words were almost cold on his minty breath, making you tense before he could even spit out the ultimatum. “you can a) kiss me. right now, easy. or, b) i’ll tell everybody you lied on me.” he stood back up, watching your expression as it went from conflict to realization. those things didn’t even quantify. “that doesn’t make any sense. if i lied about you fucking me, why would you only want to kiss me?” you and your overworking brain. half the time, he couldn’t even mess with you properly because you overanalyzed anything. “you’re acting as if you could handle anything besides a simple kiss, baby. but, fine. i’ll let everyone know the game is up.” he shrugged, reaching for his phone that was sitting on your bed. something possessed you to grab it first, causing him to scoff in confusion. “no.” simple, firm. nobody could know you lied. it was so elementary, this whole drama & your fear of it. what was the matter with you? less than a week ago, you wouldn’t have cared if people thought or knew you were a virgin. but something about this whole situation, about suguru geto specifically, left a pit in your stomach that didn’t allow you to take it all back.

what would happen to you if you came clean? what would happen if he let everyone know that you were lying, that you were so desperate to not feel left out that you created a rumor big enough to make girls leave him alone? people were jealous of you, for fucks sake. 

and what would happen if you admitted you ... kinda wanted it? his presence didn’t make your stomach flutter for no reason. you didn’t wear shorts and low cut shirts on days you were guaranteed to see him for no reason. rival this, rival that, he was sexy and this was your chance ... right?

whatever. his gorgeous deep amethyst eyes were still looking at you in pure confusion, not even reaching to get his phone back. you could bury your feelings for him in the deepest emotional ditch you have, and it’d still ring in the back of your head. so ... “fine. i’ll kiss you.” four words that made you feel both transparent and tethered to the ground all at once. your clothes felt too tight, your skin too itchy. the downright evilly satisfied grin spreading across his face was enough to keep you up at night. you stood up, barely able to catch your breath before geto pulled you close to him, one hand snaking around your waist before you even process what you were about to do. he leaned down, lips connecting with yours with practiced ease. he was way too good at this. when you tried to pull away, he just kissed you harder, making you practically melt. you didn’t stop him as his tongue ventured into your mouth, or as his hand went up under your shirt. you weren’t even convinced that you were kissing back correctly, but suguru couldn’t care less. he knew you were inexperienced, he had no issue leading the way. when he finally broke the kiss, you quietly whined, trying to lean in for more. he just smiled, eyes soft with silent admiration of you. your slightly puffy lips and glossy eyes. what the hell just happened ... “see, babe? just one kiss.” he wiped his mouth, pulling his arm from around your waist. your brain snapped back into focus, causing you to almost gag. there goes your first kiss, to this motherfucker of all people.

“ew! you’re gross, don’t “babe” me. that will never happen again.” you crossed your arms over your chest, trying to act like you weren’t thoroughly enjoying, and quite frankly missing, his lips against yours. “sure it won’t. i’ll see you around. and stop ignoring my texts, i’m just dying to talk to you.” he slid his jacket back on, his usual smug tone slipping back into place. look at you, all cute and ashamed that you gave the “idiot fratboy” a kiss. he left without another word, leaving you to the feeling of your chest still heaving, ears slightly ringing. your panties feeling uncomfortably damp, and you hated that he of all people was the cause. you should be putting an end to all of this, coming clean, going back to being boring old you. but honestly, your smeared lipgloss told a different story, one that made you want to run out that door and find him, but also tear it off its hinges.

suguru was smug, you were feeding it. but, is it so bad if you don’t really mind?

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☏ you only want one thing from your longtime rival / will he play along?

☏ dizzi’s voicemail: in honor of lola young’s friggin grammy! i love her so much and one thing is one of my fav songs ... idea came to me in the shower and i’m using it to make myself write for geto. not proofread (& written at 2am) but i’ll do pt. 2 if y’all like this enough/ask for it ... enjoy ❤︎ !!

it was never supposed to end up like this. sometimes, you hate that your mouth has the ability to move faster than your brain — especially when everyone around you is staring at you like you just grew a second head. suddenly, the birds are chirping too loud, your throat is too dry, and the words “i slept with suguru” are floating above your head like a cartoon anvil ready to drop.

why did you say it? maybe it was the long day of lectures. maybe it’s that you finally got comfortable seeing your friends again. real answer: you hated hearing about how you were the only virgin left in your friend group. untouched, unbothered, but utterly exhausted of hearing about everyone else’s experiences.

it’s not your virginity that bothered you, it was the way people turned it into a problem. you’d been telling yourself you were “saving it for someone special”, but at this point? you were in your third year of university, felt a little late for that mentality. plus, if you were going to lose your virginity to anyone, it would not be suguru geto. 

fratboy. smug. a fucking bitch, really. your longtime rival. he got away with any and everything as soon as he flashed that perfect stupid smile at people. girls dropped their panties. boys practically bowed at his feet. teachers gave him extra points on work “just because”. horridly unrealistic, but he was practically campus royalty. he disgusted you, which is what made your lie even more of a slippery slope. “you did what?!” one of your friends shrieked, causing you to tense up just a bit. this wasn’t just a slip of the tongue, this was playing with fire. everyone knew about how much you hated geto. if you weren’t talking about school or your job, you were talking about how much you’d give to slap that smug look off of his face.

you hated his voice. you hated his friends. you hated the way he called you “cupcake”. his tone was always right in the middle of condescending and admiration, always making your stomach flip stupidly like some enamored schoolgirl. you wouldn’t be surprised if he could see the pit in your stomach whenever you caught a whiff of his cologne. but no, you do not have a thing for him.

“it was nothing. we hooked up not too long ago.” why would you continue the lie? who knows. you weren’t even being convincing! maybe you had a death wish. you’d certainly end up in deep shit playing around like this. your girls were too shocked to pick up on the obvious lie, which made the dread in your stomach grow tighter.

above all else: suguru will find out. and we can’t have that, now can we? he can’t find out from someone else, at least. not if you plan on making it out of this lie unscathed.

despite his horridly high ego, he’d probably shut the rumors down just to watch you crumble. not like you would expect much else, he’s childish.

after a whirlwind hour of interrogation from your friends & the feeling of your cold drink going warm in your hands, you still felt unsteady. every answer you gave dug you deeper. how? when? where? is he good in bed? is he big? are you guys a couple now? 

had this been an out-of-body experience, you wouldn’t hesitate to throttle yourself. when you were finally alone up in your dorm, you contemplated hiding for the rest of term. as if your lie wasn’t enough to ruin you, your friends couldn’t stay quiet for shit. they gossiped like their life depended on it, meaning if you were going to get to suguru first, you had to be proactive.

after an hour of panic and yelling at yourself in the mirror, you finally picked up your phone, finger hovering over the “message” button displayed on his instagram page. as if you hadn’t embarrassed yourself enough for the next 8 years of your life. the weight of your earlier decision pressed down on you, made your bedroom walls feel smaller with the tension of your lie.

against your better judgement, you typed out & deleted multiple text messages, switching between a drawn out explanation or just begging him to meet you somewhere. you settled on a simple “i need to talk to you,” met only with the deafening silence of being left on sent for 1hr and some change. the whole situation had you sick to your stomach, really. your mind rang with the question of why?

being a virgin doesn’t bother you, but suguru geto & his annoyingly sexy ... everything does. so why rope him into this?

you stared at your phone like it had all the answers, watching his status switch from “online” to “online 5mins ago”. you couldn’t know for sure, but something told you he was doing this on purpose, messing with you. no way he hadn’t heard by now, and you knew he wasn’t above using the situation to give you hell.

after what felt like days, your phone lit up with one new message. as much as it was meant to relieve you, his reply only made you more anxious, and kinda pissed. “what, cupcake?” ew. he knew exactly how to get under your skin that way. he knew which buttons to push with you, which made you all the more pissed off that he even had that effect. your grip around your phone had tightened a bit, your jaw clenching at the sheer audacity. his smug attitude exuded through the phone, you were so much more than sick of him already.

your phone suddenly felt much heavier in your hand, like you were holding something forbidden inside of it. since when do you two even talk enough for you to pull some shit like this? your mind was repetitive, constantly going back to the root question. consistent on the wonder of why the hell you would do something like this. “meet me by your dorm.” everytime you hit send, it felt like a curse.

“inviting yourself to my place? you really like your little lie.” you nearly choked. it wasn’t surprising that he knew, but he wasn’t even going to string you along. it made you nervous, almost. did he want to disprove it all that bad? were you overthinking? 

you wanted to smash your phone against the wall and tell him to fuck off, but your phone went off a final time. the notification, his words,  sent shivers down your spine, believe it or not. this wasn’t some lousy lie anymore, you had to face the music eventually.

“be there in 5.”

everything in your body, everything in the chilled air of the evening, told you to turn back. the way he was waiting on you, toothpick between his perfect teeth, one hand shoved in the pocket of his jacket, the other toying with a lighter. you fucking hate him.

“don’t be like that, i don’t bite. even if you are a liar.” he motioned you to come closer, earning nothing but an overly frustrated eye-roll out of you. “i can explain, suguru.” you started, but he just held up a hand. his expression was oddly non-relaxed, barely even smug. he seemed to be caught between frustrated and exhausted. had it not been at your expense, you may have made fun of him for it.

“don’t need to. if you wanted a piece of me all these years, you could’ve just asked.” he gave you a sidelong glance, taking in your distressed state. he always thought you were so fuckin’ cute, with your smarts and pretty little outfits. he always wondered how you never caught on. he didn’t want to be your rival, but he had to get close to you, one way or another.

“no, ew. this isn’t about you.” you looked up into his eyes, trying your best to keep a poker face. as much as you needed to confront this situation, it didn’t mean you had any desire to. everything in you felt like it was tied into knots, this whole thing was uncomfortable and sudden. 

“i need you to keep it a secret.” you stated, watching his brows knit together in confusion. “what? you want me to let people think i fucked you?” he let out a humourless laugh, causing you to roll your eyes for what felt like the millionth time. “whole school knows you don’t care about being a virgin, what gives now?” he shrugged, turning to face you and leaning up against the lamppost beside him. if only he could tell you that you looked so pretty like this.

“just ... play along. only for a while? i don’t know why i’m asking you this, i just can’t turn around like surprise everyone, this was all a prank! it’s not like i’d actually pick you.” you crossed your arms, watching him as he watched you. fucking pervert, scanning you with his gaze like he wanted to eat you. gross. but, not really.

“hmm ... so you got yourself into this lie, couldn’t keep that pretty little mouth shut. and you need me to play fling for you so you don’t look stupid in front of your girls?” he smirked, recalling the situation as casually as someone would read off the weather.

“exactly.” as expected, it sounded even worse out loud.

“you’re bold. but fine. game on, cupcake.” and that was all. he turned away, walking back to his dorm, leaving a god-forsaken sinking feeling in your chest. what the hell did you just start?

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☏ dizzi’s voicemail: as a glasses girlie, this is so self indulgent of me but we ball !! this idea came to me while washing dishes ... first time writing/posting smut so pls tell me if its ass (my virgin is showing so bad) <3. the idea of feral gojo makes me bust so here he is from my mind to yours ❤︎

you’d worn glasses since you were like ... 5 years old. they were never anything more to you than helpful, and kind of a nuisance. optometry appointments sucked, and you preferred contacts to glasses. but satoru? no. not at all.

you weren’t aware, but he was obsessed with the fact that you wore glasses. he never came outright with it, he knew it was something weird to obsess over. he just loved the sight of you with them on. didn’t matter if you were cuddled up next to him or minding your business, he loved it.

everytime you opted for contacts over your glasses, he’d pretend not to care. but really? he hated it. not even in a controlling way, he just loved the way his chest tightened when he saw you in glasses. when the glasses came off, he’d pretend he wasn’t pouting about it. he understood you didn’t want to damage them, but he would honestly prefer if they were glued to your pretty face.

one night, the two of you were watching TV, cuddled up next to each other. his head rested on your lap, fingers tracing lines up and down your thigh, your hands tangled through his hair. the kind of quiet evening every couple has once a week. 

that is, until he turned to face you. he hadn’t even realized you had your glasses on, but as soon as he did, he prayed to whatever higher power that you didn’t recognize his pants getting tighter on him. “you look so pretty.” he loved complimenting you, but this time, there was so much under it. what he really wanted to say was much filthier.

“thank you.” you couldn’t help but smile, but you did notice that he looked ... lustful. the compliment was innocent enough, but he looked like he wanted to take you down in that moment. “you ok?” you added, gently pushing some of his hair out of his eyes. “no. i literally can’t think of a prettier thing than you & those glasses.” he sat up straight, kissing your hand and all the way up your arm.

you looked at him, eyebrow slightly raised in confusion. what the hell was he talking about?

“my glasses? as in ... the glasses i need to see?” you tried not to laugh, but this could be the dumbest thing he’s ever said. it’s not like satoru wasn’t into abnormal things, but this barely registered to you. he kept kissing up your arm, stopping just shy of your neck. he looked almost ... needy? satoru was no softie, not when he wanted you. 

“yeah. you look ... sexy.” he didn’t have the words for it & hated that you found it funny. he went back to kissing you, placing wet kisses all over your neck and shoulder. beyond the rest, he was infatuated with you to no end. “your skin is so soft ... jesus, i just wanna fuck you.” you’d honestly never seen him like this. it’s not like he was touch-starved, he was just being ... feral. 

you went along with it, letting him hover over you, kissing you as if you were going to disappear. you only took a moment to take off your glasses, but as soon as you reached for them, he grabbed your wrist. “no. no, no, baby keep them on ... please? you're like my own personal ... slutty librarian or ... something.” you’d never seen him plead like this before. he was adamant. you let confusion cross your features for a split second, replacing only with concern.

"no, toru! what if they get damaged or broken or ... something?" you both know glasses were expensive, and neither of you were interested in soft sex. you were used to him tossing you around, pulling your hair and overstimulating you past the point of tears. as if something as fragile as your eyewear would survive all that.

“baby, baby please. i’ll buy you an entire glasses brand, if you want. just ... keep them on.” he was begging. you were growing more and more confused by the second, but he looked like he might cry if you told him no. “...fine.”

he didn’t hesitate to kiss you, hard. lips locking with yours and fingers busying themselves by untying your sweats, your mind was still thoughts away. what was this new infatuation? i mean, your glasses were already fogging up just from kissing, and the look in his eye told you it would get a whole lot messier.

“what’s up with you?” you chuckled, feeling him slip his hand under your sweats and break the kiss, finally pulling away from your mouth. his lips were slightly swollen, his eyes a bit glossy. “jus’ ... wanna fuck you so good. wanna cum all over those pretty lips, those glasses.” you were surprised with how serious he was about the whole glasses thing.

between his kisses down your neck and his fingers quickening on your sensitive clit, you were fighting to stay somewhat quiet. not like your neighbors didn’t hate you two already, but still!

“you’re too quiet.” he pulled his fingers out momentarily, long enough to get you to whine out at the lack of contact. “want more. please?” you tried to buck your hips up, trying anything to force his touch, but he just used his other arm to pin your hips back to the couch.

“so needy, baby ... let me do what i want.” he got to his knees, tugging your sweats down and off of you, tossing them somewhere around the living room. as much as he wanted this, as blown as his pupils were, he still wasn’t hasty. even in his horniest moments, it was all about you.

your head was practically spinning already, only getting worse when he licked a long stripe up your pussy. one hand gripped the top of the couch, the other flying to grip his hair as if on instinct. “shiiit.” your body rolled upwards at the contact, earning only a smug smile from your boyfriend. 

he kept his eyes on your face, watching your expressions while you let out the sluttiest moans he’d ever heard out of you. but really, he was staring at your eyes. rolling back, of course, but the way they were framed by your glasses made the blood rush to his cock. he barely even realized that you had cum down his chin, or that he was overstimulating you, until you pulled his mouth off.

“jesus, satoru.” you tried to steady your heavy breathing by laying flat on the couch, but to no avail. “...m’sorry.” you didn’t miss how he tried his best to lick all your juices off of his chin, then came up to kiss you. he was so fucking filthy. 

“see how good you taste? it’s addictive.” his kisses were hasty, raw with the taste of your sex on his lips. he was practically suffocating you between the kiss and his two fingers deep inside of you. he could do this, making you feel good & moan his name, for the rest of his life.

“wan’ your dick, toru. please?” tears of arousal welled up in your eyes. just enough to make him snap. the whiny tone, your slick cunt, his fingers starting to cramp up anyway.  all of it washed over him, and he’d have probably came in his pants if he wasn’t entirely focused on you & those fucking glasses.

he pulled his fingers out & shoved them into your mouth, causing your thighs to press together. he didn’t hesitate when it came to fucking you because his favorite feeling in the world was your pretty pussy convulsing around him. 

the whole situation had his head spinning, or maybe it was how fucking wet you were when he slid in.

“mnh ... did you get tighter?” he asked, as if he wasn’t already bottoming out in you. you couldn’t bring yourself to reply, just a few strings of profanity & a bit of drool coming out of your mouth in place of the words. he didn’t need the reply anyway. you definitely had. he had learned you inside & out, trained your pussy to fit him & only him. of course he noticed the change!

“fuuuck ... you look so fuckin’ sexy.” he couldn’t keep his eyes off of your face. he had you pinned under him, fucking deep into you. outside of a few breathy moans, you remained speechless because of how relentless he was. all he did was speed up, watching your irises fall further and further back into your head, glasses slipping further and further down your nose. “ngh ... t-toru. slow down.”

as if he would listen to that. sure, he was usually rough, but this was different. “shh ... no. no baby, i can’t. you look s’pretty taking me like — hah — that.” he could feel you clenching around him, causing him to look away from your face for only a split second. you were fully drooling by now, trying your unsuccessful best to get him to slow down. he loved you like this.

“m’gonna cum, sweets. that pretty face got me finished so quick. jus’ so sexy with those on. where do you want it?” he finally did slow down, just enough to slam back into you and draw out moans you didn’t know you had. “fill me up ... please. i want it.” you really didn’t have to ask him twice. it took him a total of four more strokes before you felt it, warm ropes of cum spilling inside of you. you both took the chance to breathe, him still buried in you but leaning down to kiss your neck.

“mmm ... i love you so much. please never take those glasses off.” he couldn’t help but chuckle, causing you to roll your eyes & smile. “i love you too, satoru.”

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☏ Night Shift - C.K.

you've never worked the night shift / he's the king of overtime

it’s your first time working the night shift. usually, your abnormally reserved co-worker, choso, has it covered, but your manager decided you were “trying something new” this week. you weren’t really complaining; you didn’t have to do anything more than keep the café clean until 5am. and you got to do it by his side. 

the café is quiet, just the hum of the building heater and the occasional drip from the almost-empty coffee machine. the silence is deafening for someone like you, known for working the morning rush or anywhere you could talk above a whisper. 

“you’ve never worked nights before, have you?” he asks, glancing at you while leaning against the pastry counter. “nope.” you shrug, actually shocked to hear his voice. deep, smooth, tired, and a little bit comforting. he fit in with his job just fine. “i can tell.” he hums, and you swore you could see a smirk before he turned away. was he teasing you or were you thinking too much? 

in your thinking, you lose focus. you hang on his words far too long. you’re stacking cups and fumble one, but he catches it without looking. “careful, sweetheart.” he murmurs. “thanks,” you whisper, not meeting his eyes. no way you could’ve made that up. he was definitely messing with you. either that or you’re insane. he doesn’t comment further, but the way his gaze lingers just a second too long makes your chest warm. something about the dim ambience strengthened a feeling rooted deep in your chest: he’s cute.

 after a certain point, your thoughts got too loud. no way he was interested in you, this was just an odd pairing at a late hour. people say things they don’t mean all the time ... right? doesn’t matter. just finish working. 

yeah right.

“does it ever get… weird, this late?” you couldn’t take it, you had to break the silence somehow. it was a valid question, it was empty as all hell and you weren’t used to it. he steps a little bit closer, just enough for you to feel his body heat. even him just standing next to you felt like a giant hug. “sometimes.” he doesn’t move back. the awkward silence hangs heavy, but not uncomfortable. his presence makes the emptiness feel safe.

as strange as it feels, this becomes common. you actually volunteer to work later for his presence, even if that capped off at a few short sentences and him looking at you up and down. you notice he memorizes your routine: how you check the pastries first, how you wipe the tables, even which music you hum quietly to yourself.

 “you’ve become so predictable, baby.” he says, quietly. “i have?” you ask, biting back a shocked gasp. he was becoming bolder. “hell yeah. and i like it,” he says, voice low, the quiet between you filling the café more than any words could. did this really have potential? were you being unprofessional? small job or not, you took your work seriously.

despite it all, by the end of the shift, you’re both tired. he pauses before leaving, like he wants to say more but doesn’t. you’re left mulling over his words and the warm feeling in your chest. something about his parting glance left you with one heavy thought: maybe you should be working the night shift ... permanently?

a/n: apologies, this is fairly short! first fic so pls give feedback ✰. reblogs appreciated x ❤︎.

word count: 570 (criminally short </3)

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