⚡︎ CW : very suggestive , oral fem!recieving , Armin being a nerd except maybe a little bit too educated in this field…
“wait…” you breathe out, realistically though you didn’t want him to wait… not really.
“You don’t have to um… guide me”
Armin murmurs; breath stuttering as his lips press soft tentative kisses to your inner thigh. “I’ve uh. done research… kinda...” He’s already on his knees between your thighs, soft curls brushing the softness of your skin as he adjusts your skirt like he’s handling a rare manuscript.
You don’t even remember how he managed to get your legs over his shoulders. One second he was shyly fumbling with his glasses after you joked about how you “bet that tongue ring isn’t just for kissing”and now?
Now… you’re biting your fist in his bed while he moans into your cunt like he’s starving for it. Except he’s not entirely smooth, not at first. his movements are a little eager and messy, like he’s trying to remember everything hes seen online. you can feel his nervousness in the way his fingers twitch against your legs; every time you make a sound his whole face goes pink. But he doesn’t stop.
The metal ball of his piercing glides over your clit with a precision that’s definitely not accidental. He’s been studying, maybe not bookwise… and from the way his eyes flicker up through his glasses; slightly fogged, and cheeks flushed… you know he’s proud of himself for making you look this dumb.
You didn’t expect him to have one. You thought it was just some quiet nerd quirk. but now…? You’re starting to think maybe this is why he got it. Maybe he’s been waiting to do this. Or maybe hes always been this filthy underneath the his quietness and AP calculus notes.
“Fuck… Armin” you gasp; thighs twitching around him. but he only holds you tighter — as if he’s not ready to let you go just yet.
His finger tips dig into your thighs, hard enough to leave faint crescent shaped marks as if he’s trying to memorize you through pressure alone. grounding you as he buries his tongue between your folds. He holds you open, wide and trembling. not with confidence, but with panic — like some part of him still can’t believe he has you like this; terrified youll close up before he gets to taste every part of you. his tongue drags along your folds like he’s underlining every sensitive spot. Over and over. rhythmic. methodical. almost academic.
you half expect him to pull back and explain the science behind how good he’s making you feel, but he doesn’t stop to gloat. He just eats. messy, reverent and greedy.
And now? now all you can think about is when the fuck this nerd boy with a Tolkien tote bag learn to do this with his mouth.
the ceremony was for all for show. to cover up the fact that their princess was marrying the man who almost selfishly took her life. the tight-lipped smiles that adorned everyone's faces were all a ruse. nobody was truly happy about this new arrangement, and they had every reason not to be. generations of angry and bloodshed cannot be squabbled by some sorry excuse for a marriage. the outcome would surely equate to the princess’s demise. at least she hopes it does...
a.n - I originally wanted to try and keep this story within Teyvat but I didn’t want to have to do excessive research on it (i’ve done enough as it is) so Capitano is essentially more OC like in this story. I did keep his personality as it is in Genshin, but I wanted to change up and add to his backstory to give him a little bit more character depth. So essentially, it’s still Capitano, but its not placed in Teyvat, nor is he a Harbinger. I also want to state that while this is a reader insert, there will be a made-up last name that will be referred to throughout the story, but the first name will always be open ended. I honestly tried to not make any references to Y/N in general. I hope y’all still enjoy it though!
The constant poking and prodding of the seamstress was making your nerves uptick with every new movement. Your mother insisted that you need more dresses, as if your closet wasn’t already full of gowns, varying in style and color. But you didn’t agree as to why it was needed. With the spring approaching, your court was busying itself with the new prospects of marriage. People were not only seeking to marry off their children in hopes of maintaining their legacy, but also who would take your hand.
“With everything that has happened in the last few weeks, why does this always take priority? You know that I won’t settle. Not yet at least..” you said to your mother, who was too focused on the tightness of the fabric around your midriff.
“You seem to have put on some muscle darling, and while I know the reason, I’m not so sure if it’s helping our current predicament.” she says, completely ignoring your previous statement.
“Well if you know why then you’d also understand why I won’t accept being put on display this season.” you replied.
“You’ve said this for the last few seasons. As much as I try to approve of your actions, I still want you to be happy as well. And with your new place on the throne, you need to marry soon. Else the court will begin to question your abilities.” she said.
The Wyverncrest Dynasty has always proven to produce valuable assets that serve their kingdom to the best of their abilities. Your parents ran a tight ship, preparing you for the kingdom that you would serve. While your father busied himself with other affairs, deeming it unnecessary to be present in your progression, your mother and handmaidens filled those rolls. Your father, only got where he was by force. The Wyverncrest family had taken to a decline after the war a few years before he claimed the throne and he chose to spend the entirety of your childhood rebuilding it. When your mother was pregnant with you, he had been holding onto the idea that he would have a son to run alongside him. He wanted to secure a more dominant role over the Harcourt Dynasty, who’s continuous threats made it harder to gain any advantage. When you were born, the day was filled with halfhearted smiles and a lingering discontent. In the end, it only made him colder, as he continued to work tirelessly towards his goals behind closed doors.
Your mother, however, bared witness to your upbringing, being mindful of the type of leader you were to grow into. You were the type of child that was quiet, choosing to keep to yourself rather than capturing the attention of the room around you. But you were wise.
Four years after you had come of age, you had chosen to take the responsibility of being Commandant of Sebelan’s militia. The mere idea sent the court in uproar. The decision to lead Sebelan’s militia into battle had even yielded remarks from people that resided outside of Sebelan’s borders. But you spent the last four years studying past war maps, battle strategies, contingency plans and even sharpening your physical training.
The court has always try to downplay your abilities, assuming that you were too ditzy to warm the armor that you donned. While you thought that maybe the women of the court would be a little more considerate in defending you, as women often didn’t have the opportunity to be in this position, they were even harsher. You assumed that they thought their world never truly extended outside of tea parties and frilly dresses and gossip. Not that they’d ever want to be in your position. Or so they’ve told you.
“Why should I worry about their questions, hm? According to the court, my abilities shouldn’t extend outside marrying and having a baby and ingesting an absurd amount of tea and cakes while gossiping about trivial matters such as outdated attire.” you wheezed as your seamstress further tightened the corset you now dawned.
“I just want to ensure that you are at least trying to make some sort of effort. Appearance still has an important place in your life amongst everything else.” your mother replied. While she accepted you’re newest position in their family, she still wanted to uphold the same ideals that you believed were unnecessary. After all, you were still a princess that would one day lead the very kingdom that you stood in.
With the new developments in the current political climate, you were stretched thin between briefings and court meetings. The Harcourt Dynasty of The Kingdom of Vorenth recently reaped a new king, the sole son of Aldous Harcourt, the old king of Vorenth. The Harcourt Dynasty is a generation younger than the Wyverncrest Dynasty, but has always been well revered by it’s people. They tolerated nothing less than satisfactory results, and their new king put them well above the Sebelan and their subjects. Only a week into being king, he had made changes that took your father years to put into place. It made you question what your father was truly doing all those years that he spent tied up in meetings and locked away in his study. Maybe he had gone made behind those walls, or maybe he had become complacent after all these years.
Your seamstress had finished tailoring the dress to your mother’s liking, leaving you both to finish conversing amongst yourselves.
“I understand that being Commandant has created more stress for you, but the court will still need a queen to guide them when the time comes. Your capabilities will lead our kingdom into a new era. But for today, I need you to be focus on being a princess.” your mother said. While you valued your her words, you knew words would only be wasted breath unless they were put into action. But for today, you agreed with your mother. Your family would be traveling to Vorenth to meet the new king and congratulate him and his family on their accomplishments.
The two kingdoms are the closest to each other out of all the other kingdoms in the nation of Odora. Being the two leading kingdoms in the nation meant that while they were very independent, they still needed to trade amongst each other and meet every now and then to discuss affairs. The reaping of a new king entails much to be discussed about future plans regarding both kingdoms. While both kingdoms are relatively close in distance, it still took half a day of travel. You, and seemingly the horses, were becoming more and more antsy by the second. You, your parents, and some of the members of the court were a little over halfway to Vorenth, and all you could think about was how much you wanted to be back in Sebelan.
“You know, I fully believe this entire meeting could have been reduced to an overly-affectionate letter.” you said to your mother, who sat across from you. Your father chose to ride in a separate carriage, wanting to speak with a few of his men on business affairs. The corset you had been squeezed into was rubbing against aggressively against your skin, leaving a purpling surprise for you to stare at later.
“It’s tradition and you know that. It’s not like we’re greeted with a new king very often and it deserves recognition, regardless of any past squabbles.” she replied while fixing the folds in her skirt. “We will expect the same from them when you take the thrown.”
The looming thought of the future had silenced you, leaving you to stare absent-mindedly out of the window. The idea that you would no long be reduced to a mount on a shelf filled you with a nervous excitement. It would still be quite a while before you would take the thrown, as your father continues to treat it as an afterthought, but when the day would come, you would be ready.
The sounds of the bustling castle almost exceed the point of overwhelming. There were people in ever corner of the castle, either chatting or moving with purpose. It only stopped, briefly, when an nobleman announced the arrival of the Wyverncrest family. As you walked with your family, the eyes of every onlooker within vicinity locked onto their target, jumping from your father, to your mother, and lastly, to you. Even with the festivies, the underlying hatred lied shallowly beneath their gaze. The people of Vorenth had every reason to hate you and your people, regardless of the important economical ties that both kingdoms had to each other. The absolute detestation for each other ran deeper than anyone would ever understand, tethered to misconstrued scandals and the bloodshed that moistened the ground in previous wars. But today was meant to be slathered in joy and pride. Hopefully everyone can set aside their differences for today.
As your family reached the thrown area, Aldous Harcourt stood and spoke with a booming voice. “It seems you made it after all. Hopefully you brought more than those sour expressions you brought.”
Ironically, you and your father both wore the same expression of disdain. Your mother nipped at your elbow, a pointed gesture she’s always used to get you to straight up without attracting too much attention. She even used it on your father from time to time when he got mouthy with others.
“It’s good to see you too, Aldous.” Your father spoke reluctantly. There was a pregnant pause, which allowed you more time to scan the room. You immediately noticed that he was nowhere to be found, considering his father had was already present for the ceremony. Aldous must have taken notice of your wandering eyes, as he commented on it.
“He’ll be out shortly, he wanted to handle some last minute affairs before the ceremony.” Aldous said pointedly. “Why don’t you all mingle while we wait, hm?”
Your mother made quick work of pushing you towards potential spouses, and your father towards potential business partners. The next few minutes were filled with unwanted conversation and sneers. Before you had to deal with any more painful conversation, Aldous silenced the room with his voice, announcing his son’s arrival. The doors opened, giving way to a large figure clad in a dark blue mantle with light blue and gold highlights and a black suit.You’re immediately met with piercing eyes that make you avert your gaze elsewhere. He walked with a purpose, coming to a halt next to his father. He seemingly glared at his father before speaking.
“I voiced my thoughts about this ceremony and yet you see it necessary to go forth with it anyways. This is a waste of my time and everyone else’s, especially the Wyverncourt Dynasty, seeing they have their own complications to worry about.” he said before glancing at you. You immediately scowled, wondering what warranted his gaze.
“This ceremony is over. I want the Wyverncrest family escorted immediately to the outskirts of the kingdom and the castle cleared in the next hour.” he said, leaving no room for his father to comment. He soon made his exit, leaving the ceremony hall in silence. You immediately found your mother, speaking in a hushed voice.“I was right when I said this should have been a letter. We came all this way just to be shooed away and we haven’t even been here for 3 hours.” She looked at you with a tight expression, choosing not to respond as Vorenth guards made their way towards you. They wasted no time gathering your family and escorting your carriages to the open maw of the gates.
The trip back was filled with a stiff silence. You could tell your mother was mad at the outcome of the situation and at your comment. It’s not like you were trying to gloat on your accurate prediction, you were angry too. Not just at the failed attempt at temporary peace, but at him. Why did he suggest that you were a complication? You couldn’t help but blame your thin-lipped court members for spreading your information around like pellets for chickens. When you reached Sebelan, your father suggested writing the letter you had mentioned earlier, as an attempt to settle any tension that may have risen in the last few hours. Your father made quick work of heading to his study to draft the letter, leaving you and your mother to your devices.
@s-seraphessfilms 2025
i hope this first chapter was decent y'all i've been drafting it since december but its only cuz i haven't had time to really sit down and write and when i do i end up sleeping all day instead.
i kinda hate how much i tried to hint around him being capitano but we'll get to the reveal soon enough and totally not in 3 months.
they were never yours - so what if you find someone who could be?
pairings: toxic!Satosugu x roommate!reader, rebound!Sukuna x f!reader
content: MDNI, angst and smut, roommate AU, heavy yearning and pining, satosugu are dicks not gonna lie, reader isn't taking it though, extremely messy relationship dynamics, emotional hurt, reader standing up for herself, semi-public car sex, protected piv sex
a/n: this was very much inspired by beat your heart to death by the immensely incredibly talented @specialgradefckr !! divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more !!
You'd seen the ending from the beginning.
They might've sucked you in, but you never fought back. Just stood still and let the quicksand take you until you landed here, sharing the middle bedroom in what some (yourself, included) would consider an unconventional living arrangement. Unstable would probably work too.
You were fucking Satoru, who was probably fucking Suguru, who was also fucking you.
If you didn't move out soon, the single thread holding the tightrope you were barely balancing on was going to snap, and you didn't think any of you would be able to pick up the pieces of whatever was left - as roommates, friends, lovers, or just strangers.
It'd been over from the first day you moved in. Really, the moment you'd met.
Satoru had been all smiles, so eager it was almost ridiculous how funny and charming you found him, his hand sliding over yours and squeezing like he'd known you forever instead of five minutes. He tutored you in your second to last year of college, forged a flirty friendship of sorts, waiting until you were clearly choking on your huge crush on him to introduce you to Suguru. You'd never been able to tell if he was his friend or boyfriend, but it didn't really matter, did it? Because even now, after the past four years, all the time you'd spent trying to carve yourself a place in their lives and living with them, it never made a difference.
There was them, and then there was you.
Their shared laughter and secret smiles, the tender touches and the way their eyes landed on each other from across the room - the subtle looks they exchanged like they were the only people who actually understood each other, you'd have to be stupid to miss any of it. Which, you guessed they thought you were considering the fact they both always waited until the other one was busy or had plans to bend you over the counter or pull your panties off on top of the washing machine and fuck you like you were the roommate they wanted.
"Suguru's gonna be home soon," You tried to warn him, but everything came out muffled, breathless, your face pressed against the soft mattress in Satoru's room, his hips smacking loudly against your ass. He hadn't even waited for you to finish brushing your teeth this morning to burst into the bathroom to whisk you away, throwing you on his bed and splaying you out like he'd been waiting all week for this.
And yeah, you did feel stupid for the faint flicker of hope that maybe he wanted this half as much as you did.
"Can't hear you," He teased, a lazy drawl to his voice, but you could hear the hint of a whine to it, the part of him that was close to climaxing he couldn't hide. His fingers digging into your hip to hold your ass in the air for him, his tip grinding against your womb like he was trying to fill it up too.
Would you let him?
You wanted to say no, that sure, while you might be idiotic enough to play their game of tug-of-war and let them fuck you dumb in the ensuing push-and-pull, you still wouldn't let either of them do that, even if you were on birth control. But they both had a way of convincing you to go along with whatever they wanted, coaxing you into the palm of their hands with pretty promises. A dog on a leash who only needed a few treats to obey their command.
"T-Toru," You whined, clawing at his sheets while his nails cut in your hips, grasping at the last straws of your sanity while you tried to crane your head up enough to look at his phone that had slid out from under his pillow. A message from Suguru was on-screen when you fumbled to check it, sent almost twenty minutes ago saying he was on his way back. "He's-"
His other hand pressed down on the back of your neck right as he bottomed back out in you, your warning turned into another pathetic whimper of his name instead, gasping for air you couldn't seem to keep in your lungs.
As if on cue, you both heard the creak of the front door opening, the warm rumble of Suguru's voice calling from the entryway and Satoru was pulling out, tucking his throbbing erection back into his underwear and poorly hiding it in his sweatpants before yanking your panties back up over your thighs and fixing your flimsy excuse of a nightdress before you flipped over. Your legs were still trembling and the sore bundle of nerves between them was aching from the first orgasm he pulled from you, damp spots of slick and saliva making your panties stick uncomfortably to your skin.
"Meet you in the bathroom in fifteen to finish?" Satoru gave you a crooked grin, swiping a thumb under your eye to wipe away where your mascara had smeared.
"Sure," You nodded, knowing he wouldn't hold up his end of the offer anyway.
It all played out before. Where you'd both greet Suguru, who'd throw you a little smirk, a dark sort of glint in his eyes like he knew, like he'd always known, but he'd never say a word. Just smile at Satoru and ask how your morning was, before the two of them would eventually disappear back into one of their rooms or crash on the couch, an arm slung around the other's shoulder while they invited you to join.
But it mostly just felt like a courtesy invite.
That's what everything felt like with them. An afterthought, a distraction, just something to fill the empty space when the person they actually wanted was gone, someone who they weren't sure what to do with once their missing half returned.
A replaceable part.
Some nights when you declined going out with them, or tried to hole yourself up in your room, they'd invite another girl over, the sound of her laughter always cutting through the walls first before her moans mixing with theirs, the creak of the bedframe squeaking under their weight of the groan of the couch springs. The last one was the thousandth cut, unable to drown out the panting and slam of the headboard hitting the shared wall no matter how loud you turned up the music in your earbuds.
The one time you left, they'd actually had the audacity to complain about being worried about where you'd gone, baiting you with questions about if something was wrong when this whole affair? Relationship? Fucked-up friendship? Well, them or this, whatever it was, that's what was wrong.
If they had no problem sharing - why not you?
Why was it never you?
You guessed you'd just have to live with not knowing and they could just live without you.
They'd have no trouble filling your vacancy in a couple weeks once your new lease started, a small one-bedroom you found on the other side of the city, something closer to your job at least. You didn't pay rent here, Satoru refused to let you considering he owned the three-bedroom apartment you all lived in. It would be shitty to start, you know, actually paying bills and buying groceries, but the cost of your sanity was too fucking high to hand over in order to keep living with them.
You just uh, hadn't exactly told them that yet.
A little voice in the back of your mind wondered if it'd all be over when you did. The friendship, the yearning, the hunger for something unattainable that had been gnawing away at all your muscle and bones and organs until you just felt hollow, a shell of whoever you used to be living in the shadows.
So you settled for hanging in the background, following Satoru quietly out of his room and into the hall, rubbing the back of your neck when he was practically five steps ahead of you to bound into the kitchen, falling so naturally into conversation with Suguru he seemed to have forgotten you were even behind him. Both of them were putting up the groceries, protein bars and eggs and Satoru's favorite brand of chocolate bars, laughing at a joke you weren't privy to.
Neither of them noticed when you slipped back out into the hall, finding a shrinking sanctuary in your bedroom, crawling back under the sheets to sleep until the afternoon, so you wouldn't have to think about either of them for a few hours.
Or the rest of the day, apparently, when you woke up later than you intended and found a note one of them must've crept in your room to leave on the nightstand, Suguru's neat handwriting letting you know they were going to visit an old friend from high school and wouldn't be back until tomorrow.
You couldn't decide if you were relieved or disappointed, the strange fluttering in your stomach as you crumpled the note and tossed it in the trash refusing to go away even after a shower. It was beyond irritating. The hold they had over you even when they were probably hours away. Like the whole world (including yours) just had to revolve around them. The last little piece of your shriveled up heart turning to dust, whatever had kept you tethered to them dissolving with it.
All you wanted was something for yourself for once.
And simply going out for a few drinks to find that something somehow landed you here.
"What's your name again?" You giggled, a little drunk and distinctly dizzy with desire for someone new for the first time in God knows how long, sturdy hands on your waist as you straddled him in the backseat of his car in the parking lot of some sleazy nightclub, hickies probably littering your neck by now.
"Fucked stupid already?" He tch-ed, grunting as his hips rolled up, driving his cock deeper until you really couldn't remember his name. Or yours. Or your stupid roommates you were trying so hard to get away from.
"Oh, f-fuck," You stammered, blinking hard, passing headlights casting shadows on all the sharp features of his face, your fingers tangled in his surprisingly fluffy pink hair. His eyes narrowed, making a clicking sound with his tongue as he studied your face again.
"Sukuna," He finally spat out, taking out his annoyance in repeating himself on the sore bud of your clit, moving one hand to massage rough circles on it as he thrusted up hard.
His mouth returned to your throat, teeth scraping at the skin, no soft or tender kisses, no sweet whispers to cast the illusion this was anything other than what it was. A sloppy hookup, a one-night-stand if you ever actually made it back to his place.
It was refreshing.
The first breeze on one of those summer days where the oppressive heat of the sun felt inescapable, cool on your skin and rustling your hair and reminding you that nothing was forever, even if it felt like it.
You grinded back down on him, tugging on his hair and moaning freely, hoping no one would bother looking too close to the way the windows had started to fog, the slight bounce of the vehicle from the way his hands aggressively guided you up-and-down his thick shaft.
It wasn't awkward, but you didn't know quite what to do with your hands or exactly what to say when you'd only been having sex with the same two people for years. Would it be weird for you to kiss him? Would he like it if you murmured praises between each bruising thrust?
"Stop thinkin' so much," He gruffly mumbled, his mouth smashing against yours, tongue pushing past your lips, drowning you out with the next wave of pleasure.
He was warm. You were warm. A fuzzy feeling settling in your chest, while he stoked a different heat between your thighs, the taste of bourbon on his lips as they seared yours.
Filled to the brim with lust instead of unrequited love for once, split open with it actually, with how fast and hard his hips were thrusting up while his hands held you down. Probably making a huge mess in his backseat but he didn't seem to notice the damp skin slick on his own when his tongue was busy being shoved down your throat, his cock practically bumping into your cervix and aiming to angle deeper, deeper, deeper.
"T-there, oh, oh-" Your own filthy moan cut you off, and you were pretty positive you had just lost your ability to form words at all considering it felt like he'd lodged himself in your lungs, straining for every breath you gasped for. You buried your face in his neck, feeling the heat radiating off his skin as you started leaving hot, hungry little sucks across the muscles and tendons and the sharp edge of his collarbone, staining his skin the same way he'd done to yours.
"God," He murmured, gritting his teeth and shutting his eyes, teetering right there next to you on the edge. One hand slipped from your hip so two thick fingers could toy with your clit.
Even that was rough, all messy circles and rolling the swollen bud back-and-forth, but the pressure alone was enough to push you over. You bit down on his shoulder to muffle the cry of his name he ripped out of you, splotches of white dancing across your eyes even when they fluttered shut. He kept fucking up into you through your orgasm, pinching at your clit to get you to stop your teeth from sinking into his skin but then he groaned, the reverberations of it settling in your core as his hips bucked up hard one last time and you could tell he was finishing in the condom.
His forehead falling forward, nose bumping against your neck when he suddenly bit you back, sharp canines pressed against your collarbone, your stomach doing somersaults at the new sensation.
"F-fuck," You gasped, moaning as his teeth sank deeper into your skin, marking it with his mouth as he grunted again, squirming against his tight hold when he didn't move a muscle.
Maybe it was the buzz of the alcohol or the fact that his cock throbbing inside you was making your brain feel incredibly fuzzy, but all you could think about was wanting more.
"You have another condom?" You muttered against his skin, whining when he readjusted and he lightly pinched at your oversensitive clit again with a chuckle.
"Greedy brat," He murmured, trailing a few rough kisses up your neck.
"Is that a no?" You teased, barely breathing when one of those massive hands of his tethered itself in your hair and tilted your head back to lick a clean stripe along the spot he'd just bitten.
"You think you can handle another round?"
Silence greeted them when Suguru turned the key in the lock and Satoru shoved his way inside first. They left Shoko's early, neither particularly wanting to stay the night when you were waiting at home. The lights were off, curtains drawn, no hum of a tv or phone playing somewhere to fill the empty air.
"Got your favorite, sweetheart," Satoru playfully called out, tossing a plastic bag stuffed full of to-go boxes onto the kitchen counter after flicking on the light switch, Suguru's ears straining to make out any small sound of you while he shut and locked the door back.
The quiet wasn't new, but it felt louder somehow over the past few months. You'd been keeping to yourself more, still laughing and smiling when you were around them, but it all felt dimmed, almost. Rehearsed.
Reciting your lines and practicing your expressions.
Satoru didn't see it.
But Suguru couldn't stop noticing all the little changes. What looked a lot like distance you were trying to wedge between yourself and them.
"She's probably in her room," He frowned, narrowing his eyes at his roommate, the bag crinkling as he started pulling out the boxes.
"Guess so," Satoru nodded, peeking inside one to confirm it was yours before leading the way down the hall. "Think she's asleep?"
"It's midnight," Suguru shrugged, but something uneasy had settled in his stomach. You were probably just passed out already in bed. Why wouldn't you be?
Satoru didn't knock. He steamrolled his way in just to freeze in the doorway, his lips twisting down in a distinct frown when there wasn't a you to be found.
Makeup scattered on the floor in front of your mirror, a few short dresses thrown over your bed like you couldn't decide what to wear.
You were out. The thought crossed his mind before he could stop it, the slim possibility you could be in someone else's bed by now.
"I'm calling her," Satoru mumbled. He dropped your food on your nightstand, plopping down on your bed as he dug his phone out of his pocket.
Suguru knew you weren't going to answer.
Your phone was probably off or on do not disturb, deliberately set so you didn't have to hear from them. The sense of something being wrong had hung in the air all day, like a rotten stench he wouldn't be able to find even if he tore apart every piece of furniture and cleaned every corner.
It wasn't until he got sent to voicemail the third time that Satoru paused, grinding his molars as he looked around your room again.
"She'll call back," He finally said, not making any moves to stand.
Honestly? Suguru wasn't so sure.
Satoru clung to the comfort of what he knew, but Suguru could feel the change in every smile, the way you watched him through tired eyes most days, sitting at the end of the couch or slipping away like you thought you went unnoticed.
It didn't used to be like this.
You used to laugh with them, wiggle your way in-between them on the couch, planning movie nights and cooking together, blushing every time one of them offered a wink or casually flirted with you.
Your attention was intoxicating. And your roommates were greedy.
Other girls they could share. They'd be gone the next morning. But when it came to you?
Everything was different.
Suguru slept with you first. Waited until Satoru left on some business trips six months after you moved in with them to treat you to dinner and by the time you both made it into the taxi back home, his hands were in your hair and his tongue in your mouth before you made it through the threshold. Tearing off both your clothes before he made it back to his bedroom, his shirt in the kitchen and your dress in the living room and your bra in the hallway. How successfully he'd managed to snag your attention under Satoru's nose only heightened the hunger while he watched you climb on top of him, your mouth trailing hungry kisses down his body until your pretty lips wrapped around his cock.
You were his to hold and ruin. To love too, just in his own way.
It wasn't like him and Satoru, sure, but that didn't mean it was worth less. He knew Satoru would agree, too. Because you belonged to him as much as you belonged to Suguru.
So what if it went unsaid?
You had to feel it. Did they not take care of you? Could you not tell in every careful caress or longing look?
You were theirs.
They'd been getting pettier about it, fine, putting on a show to get a rise out of you, waiting for you to do something. Stake some claim on them or ask them to stop. Suguru never wanted to make you cry, but the thought of you tear-streaked and chewing on your lip, confessing he was all you wanted had been playing in the back of his mind from the moment he met you and subsequently decided to steal you from Satoru.
They were both sick, along with the stupid game they dragged you into playing too, competing for you like you were a trophy to be won, but even if the rules were unfair, he couldn't help but think you found every ounce as intoxicating as they did.
It all revolved around you, after all.
You were the referee, the audience, the scorekeeper, the prize at the end of the finish line.
If you wanted both of them, or even just one, they'd make it work. They might strangle or sleep with each other somewhere along the way, but still, they'd figure it out for you. He hated sharing what was his. But he could learn if he had too.
What happened if you didn't want either of them anymore?
"Here."
Something cold was pressed against your forehead, and you were blinking through bleary eyes at the strange surroundings. Bed, tv, dresser, none of them yours, but clearly uh, someone's room. You tried to sit up just, your thighs and hips sore and aching as you reached for whatever was currently trying to give you a brain freeze.
It was some energy drink you were pretty sure they only sold at shady gas stations (probably pending recalls too) electric coloring and exclamation marks on the label. You glanced up, the memories of last night filtering through, albeit a little blurry, as you cracked open the tab and took a sip.
Drunk you had good taste.
In men that was. Sober you thought whatever the fuck you were drinking was terrible.
What's-his-name (Steven?) was hot in that smoldering sorta way, all rough and jagged, the kind of jaw line and frown that insisted he might bite if you looked too long, which only made you want to stare even harder.
"What time is it?" You yawned, stretching as you took another needed sip of caffeine, hoping it'd give you the energy to face the rest of the day and your roommates whenever they returned this afternoon.
"It's almost noon," He grumbled, serious eyes narrowing at you while you shuffled out of his bed still-naked, having to scrounge up your dress and underwear from where it'd been scattered across the room last night.
"Shit," You gritted your teeth, tugging and pulling on your clothing until it was in place, shoving your purse's contents back inside from where they spilled out on his floor. They probably wouldn't be home yet, right?
"Need a ride?"
You'd already rode him - he could return the favor.
Him walking you up to your door instead of just dropping you off was a (not entirely unwelcome) surprise though. Leaning against the wall while you rummaged through your stuff for your keys, his sharp gaze slicing through all of the mess and straight to you.
By the time you fished your key out, his face was just set in hard lines, holding his hand out with an open palm. You just blinked, wondering if the hangover made your brain stop working too.
"Let me see your phone," He gruffly muttered, and even while you frowned back at him, you still complied, unlocking it and passing it over so he could type something.
"What?" You peeked over to see him sending a text to what you guessed was his own number. "Didn't think you're the kind of guy that comes back for seconds."
"Shut up," He grunted, glancing down the hall as he shoved your phone back towards you. You glanced down, making note of the name he added himself as. Sukuna.
"Make me," You mocked, the cheap caffeine or maybe the cologne clinging to his skin making your heart race a little when his hand skimmed over your hip.
"Call me sometime and I will," He threatened. Or maybe it was a promise. Something stuck in between, like he didn't even know.
"I'll think about it," You grinned, turning the key in the lock, pausing as you eyed him one more time.
He was really hot.
And after so long of soaking up being second choice, being someone's first, even if it was only for sex, was nice. Soothed the burn on your skin, filled the hole in your heart even though you knew it was just a patch job, a temporary fix.
You liked the way he checked you out, how openly his eyes trailed over you, the fire behind them. Liked feeling liked.
So when his hand grabbed your waist and his mouth pressed against yours, you let him. It was the first time you received a goodbye kiss with tongue involved, but you were not complaining.
Your hand awkwardly dropping from the door, key still in the lock as his palm pressed flat against your back to pull you in, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip like he didn't have his fill of biting and sucking last night, as if your throat wasn't still bearing the proof of that. A little moan you hadn't meant to make escaped when the hand on your waist slipped low enough to cup your ass and squeezed.
The door opened while his hand was underneath your wrinkled dress, his tongue in your mouth, head tilted back to accommodate him. You just didn't notice until you heard the grunt, the awkward clearing of someone's throat that made you snap out of it, twisting to see Satoru standing there.
His pretty crystalline blue eyes frozen in surprise, his own lips parted like the protest on his tongue just wouldn't come out. Suguru was a few steps behind him, arms folded across his chest, dark stare narrowed to glare at your company.
You expected embarrassment.
But really, a flare of smug satisfaction stoked up in your chest, and you trailed a slow finger up the muscled arm, not pulling away even after the kiss was broken.
"Sorry," You hummed a soft apology, fluttering your lashes as you smiled at him. "My roommates are just a little protective."
"Roommates, huh?" He chuckled, and you could see it in the curl of his lips that he was amused more than anything else.
"Don't worry, they're more interested in each other than me," You shrugged, making a point to not even look over at them.
He laughed.
And god, it felt so fucking good.
Why hadn't you done this months ago?
"I'll call you later," You winked, reluctantly pulling away with a wave, and he smirked, throwing a smug look over at Satoru while you slipped past him. Glancing back to watch the not-subtle way he sized him up, the look in his eyes that dared him to do something before he turned down the hall to leave.
The door slammed shut once you were inside.
You didn't think he even meant to shut it so hard.
But you didn't say anything, brushing past Suguru and ignoring both of them while you headed for your room. Sukuna's assessment was accurate. Neither of them would do anything. Not while the other was there.
When you slammed your bedroom door behind you, it was on purpose. Flipped the lock even though you knew it wouldn't actually hold up if either really wanted in, but wasn't that the point? They couldn't admit that they wanted in, wanted you, if it meant admitting it to each other.
Because once they said it out loud, they couldn't take it back. You weren't fun if you weren't something they could hide. A toy that they'd broken trying to take turns playing with.
At some point, the friendship that had once been there faded, dissolved until all that was left was this stupid tryst. Had it ever even existed? Or was it just a means to this end?
If you weren't warming their beds, a secret kept between their sheets, you had no purpose, no other reason to occupy their time or take up space in their life.
Your point only felt proven when the silence seemed to seep into every crevice the rest of the afternoon, barely stepping foot outside of your room outside of bathroom breaks and grabbing food from the kitchen, empty spaces where memories and laughter used to be.
The first knock came after the sun started to dip below the horizon outside your window, curtains drawn back to let the fading daylight in, scrolling through your phone on your bed, wondering if you'd regret answering.
"Open up? Please?" Satoru called out from the other side, the door creaking as he rested his weight against it, the doorknob twisting when he tried it again.
You sighed getting up, tossing your phone back down on your bed and frowning when you unlocked the door to yank it open, Satoru stumbling inside, his body nearly toppling you over before you pushed him off.
"Yeah?" You blinked, stepping back, putting enough space between you that his stare felt a little less suffocating, pretending the pout on his lips didn't send a sharp pang to your heart.
He wasn't sad he was losing you. He was just jealous you were moving on.
Satoru tried not to show it, wearing another mask like you wouldn't be able to tell what he was feeling when he stepped forward and shut the door behind him.
"Sweetheart," He sighed, talking slow and soft while he reached out to touch you. You took another step back before he could. "I'm sorry about yesterday."
"For what?" You shrugged. It wasn't like it was the only time he'd forgotten about you. He just wasn't going to get the opportunity to do it again.
His cool exterior faltered, a flicker of nervousness in his stare at the roles being reversed.
"We didn't get to finish," He hesitated over the words, and you glanced over to the wall you shared with Suguru's bedroom.
"It's fine," You shrugged again.
You'd finished plenty without him later.
"It's not," Satoru murmured, and a few weeks ago, you might've melted at the tender way he was starting at you, the adoration you'd always hoped was there glittering in his bright eyes. But it all felt plastic now.
You could water it and hope it'd grow, but it'd never breathe or change or wilt because it was never real to begin with.
"Gojo," You quietly cut him off before he could say anything else, and he flinched at your use of his last name. "I said it's fine."
You walked around him to slip out of your room, keeping your eyes forward on your way to the kitchen, opening the door to the pantry and rummaging through the shelves for a snack. Acting like you didn't see Suguru sitting at the counter, or feel his eyes on your back when your other roommate followed you.
"You have fun last night?" Suguru broke the silence, his polite question pierced by something you couldn't even place coming from him.
"Yeah," You nodded, not turning around. "You guys?"
"Not really."
"Yep."
They both started talking at the same time, but you were a little more inclined to believe Suguru's plain answer, how dry his no was.
"You really going to go out with that guy again?" He asked, his voice low, and you wondered which one of you was going to scoff first.
"Why not?" You hummed, glancing over your shoulder at them.
Suguru was watching you, his jaw set in a hard line, but he didn't let anything else show past his furrowed brows, but Satoru was silently seething in the stool next to him, elbows on the counter as he chewed on the inside of his cheek.
"When's the last time you even had a boyfriend?" He tried to tease, but it came out bitter.
Whose fault was it that the last one had been before you met them?
things were off from the moment you arrived. but you had to see this through.
you recently decided to join a commune, in hopes of building a sense of community with some new people. living alone in a big city had done you in, working 3 jobs just to try to make ends meet. it had only left you drained, of life and money, at the end of each day. while scrolling through social media, you stumbled across a mostly-abandoned page that seemed like an organization of some sort. the photos throughout the page seemed very surface level, almost fabricated, like they used a bunch of stock images for their page.
the last post was over 4 years ago. there was no way they were still expecting new members to join.
you couldn't even find any information on who ran the commune or even a location. just a semi-sketchy link with a form. the description said, "After you application is reviewed, we will be in contact with you shortly. Information regarding our location will be disclosed after approval. Thank you." it would make sense for them to just simply not respond with info about your application if they weren't an organization anymore. and it genuinely wouldn't hurt to try. right?
it had been over 2 weeks until you finally got a response on your application. the notification had popped up while you were working the graveyard shift at a old motel, lounging about at the receptionist desk that smelled of old cigarettes, patchouli and an underlying funk that couldn't exactly be described. it was 1:39AM when the application came up on your phone. kinda odd for a organization to be sending stuff out this late, but its not too uncommon, i guess.
upon further inspection, the email it came from was also super sketchy. the email read, "hello you have been accepted to join us in our commune. location is disclosed below. we'll communicate you further through text. please feel free to show up whenever you'd like." while the acceptance letter was reassuring, there was still something that felt off, but maybe it was just the lack of sleep. the bottom of the email displayed the location and a little map. somewhere off-grid, hm... you hadn't ever considered living in the middle of nowhere on your own, but maybe it won't be so bad with other people. but then again, you have no clue how these people might truly be. but if it means you'd wouldn't have to work yourself to death, then so be it. whatever it took to be and do something else than what you were doing now.
not even a few minutes later, you received a message from an unknown number.
"hello, this is john, the leader of our little commune. i just wanted to make sure that you have my number in case you run into any trouble on your journey over here. please feel free to let me know and i'll make arrangements. we have plenty of stuff here so don't trouble yourself with bringing too many items. you can text this number whenever you arrive and we'll come out to meet you."
you weren't sure if or how to respond, considering it was late and the lack of sleep was making you loopy. you decided to wait after you had some proper sleep to text him back and plan out your journey.
in between your shifts at your jobs, you started selling most of what you owned, specifically things that won't fit in the backseat of your dilapidated four-seater. last thing to do was quit the jobs that you had relied on for so long. coming up with excuses was easy. sorry, i'm moving out of state, found a different job, etc. etc. its not like you were close with anyone at work to uphold any type of relationship outside of work anyways. by the end of the week, you took the extra cash you'd earned and hit the road.
with the help of the gloomy weather, the log cabin that was nestled in between the trees almost blended in. if you hadn't been paying attention, you'd probably would've drove into a tree by now. the rain had turn what was once a dirty road into a slip-n-slide, but with your effort, you were able to pull haphazardly into the driveway of the cabin. the rain had turned the mahogany logs of the cabin from a deep brown to an almost obsidian color. the front of the house was just as dark, the lack of light from the porch and windows made it appear that nobody was home. towards the back of the house, a tall fence stood between you and what lied beyond it.
no mailbox, no cars in sight, but the grass was cut, so somebody had to be here.
you shot a quick message to john while waiting for the relentless torment of the rain to let up. a few minutes go by before you watched the front door open, a burly man materialized on the front porch, umbrella in hand. he made his way towards the car, thick legs taking long strides down the path. when he approached the window, you hesitated to roll it down before jumping to action, in hopes of not ruining your first impression with him. "john?" you asked hesitantly. "yes ma'am, you must be our new member, seein' as we don't have many visitors this far out in the woods." he replied. "why don't you go ahead and come inside and meet the others. once the rain slacks up we can get you unpacked."
you nodded before grabbing your tote bag in the front seat and stepping out. he offered you a space under his umbrella, which you accepted, not wanting to the rain to ruin what makeup you had attempted to do in the gas station bathroom a few towns back. crossing the threshold of the house, you're greeted with the smell of cooked food and warmth. haven't had a good home cooked meal since before you picked up a second and third job. simply didn't have the time nor the energy.
the rest of the house was quiet, except for the crackling of the fireplace. the front door being closed created a vacuum, sealing out the pitter-patters of the rain. where is everybody. the lack of voices, and people progressively became more and more concerning. you turned around to get one more good look of the door, instead being met with a t-shirt clad chest. you quickly avert your gaze upwards, finally getting a good look at john. salt and pepper mutton chops, crows feet, and piercing blue eyes.
he smiled, his crows feet growing more apparent. "you hungry?"
its crazy what you can get done when you actually sit down and write the fic rather than spending weeks planning out logisitics. i might go ahead and make this a full fic cuz i really like where this is going so far. sorry if it felt like it ended on a random note, I’ve expended my thoughts for the week.
but me and mc twinnin cuz i'm working desk hours rn lol (i'm so tired)-
sorry if the email and text message dialogue suck i lowkey hate writing it ngl...
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