# (˶´ཀ`˶) gojo looks his prettiest when sucking (suguru’s) cock .ᐟ
— !! satosugu x reader, subby gojo gives geto head n it’s nasty, cockdrunk toru, praise + degradation, dumbification, dirty talk, gojo is soo pretty n he knows it. reader is just along 4 the ride tbh
“toru, you’re so pretty,” you sigh absentmindedly— annoyance twisted with regret instantly settling in once his teary, blue eyes snap up to meet yours; thick white eyelashes batting up at you as he basks a little too lavishly in the praise you give him. the smirk he offers you is smug but stuffed even when he pulls back enough to garble out an entitled ‘thank you’ against suguru’s cock.
there’s a scoff. suguru makes quick work fisting satoru’s hair, rendering his kneeling body helpless to the brutal thrust of cock that has him gagging and deep-throating in an instant, nose snug against the dark, wet curls of sugu’s base; silencing his smart mouth before he runs it further.
“hm. i suppose he is quite pretty, isn’t he?” suguru speaks as if satoru is elsewhere, fingers now soft, combing through his white strands. it makes satoru cry out all muffled, melting impossibly deeper against his best friend’s shaft, earning a pleased, but restrained hum, “i wouldn’t praise him if i were you,” he directs at you with a slight smirk, yet his hooded eyes remain gazing down on satoru, burning with desire.
he continues, “a slut like him should be degraded. that’s what’ll get him all wet and subservient,” suguru’s purr melts into a laugh when satoru whimpers desperately in response. he’s bobbing his head at his own accord now, eyes fluttering n rolling with each gag of sugu’s length.
“isn’t that right, satoru?”
you’re in awe of the filthy scene before you which borders on obscene once the satoru gojo makes yet another show of throating geto’s cock tip-to-base: enthusiastically swallowing down, choking so perfectly and willingly on suguru’s length, no guidance from harsh, yanking hands needed. you can hear the little huffs through his nose as he spoils your shared boyfriend a moment longer; before releasing with a half-choke, half-whine— sliding back just enough to leave a spit-stringed gap between suguru’s tip and his parted, panting mouth. satoru’s chest heaves and his pink tongue darts out to lick gently.
“my greedy boy,” suguru coos proudly, petting over satoru’s hair, matching the pace of his hypnotized laps. all of it makes him snicker in amusement, “nothing in that gorgeous head of yours, just desperate for some cock and attention.. yeah?” he thumbs against teary-wet cheekbone.
fuck. you’ve never seen satoru so humiliatingly stupid, too lost to speak, and you’re captivated— so much so that you only recognize the growing wetness of toru’s pants not that of your own.
“y’re fucked up sweets..” satoru spits, literally, on suguru’s flushed head, working out a groan as he smears the saliva across the tip using his thumb.
satoru lulls his head to the side, flashing a wobbly, fucked grin as he peers up at you through those wet eyelashes. his focus slowly shifts back to suguru, pumping suguru’s thick cock with a nasty shlick-shlick-shlick of his fist, eyes glinting something delirious.
“can’t believe you’re turned on by this, pervy girl,” gojo mumbles, pleased with himself and his performance— having his cock cake and eating it too.
a/n: happy pride month + yay for my first jjk work!
you can feel him everywhere. gripping the plush of your thighs, pressing kisses you weren't even responding to against your lips, his breathing hot and ragged against your own.
aang loves you hard. he loves you when you laugh, when you cry-- but he especially loves you like this. crying out as his fat cock bullies its way into your tight cunt, hitting that little spot in you that makes you choke out his name like a prayer. your knees press down on either side of your head, the angle utterly obscene. he fucked dirty and sweet, his praises almost delirious as his biceps tense.
"so good-- sorry, y/n, you jus' feel so good~" aang doesn't know if it's you or him who's drunk; but he certainly feels it. feels pussydrunk to the point where he swears he's drooling just like you are. he laughs breathlessly, nose bumping against yours as he sinks balls deep into you. "you're so -- hah -- so cute like this.."
"a-aang--" you could only muster out, the lewd squelches of his cock driving in and out of you. your eyes are watery, your hair mussed as his tip kisses your cervix just enough to make you cry out. "o-oh fuck you're s-so deep--"
"yeah?" aang manages breathlessly, pulling all the way out just to see how empty your pretty pussy looks before he's sinking in all the way with a groan. "can feel me right here, huh?" he grabs your hand before pressing your palm against your lower stomach just to hear you sob. he intertwines his fingers into yours, keeping the pressure as he laps the sweat rolling down your temple. "gonna breed you full. gotta -- fuck -- gotta bring them back.. you'll help me, right?"
he tilts his head to bury his head into the crook of your neck-- but then he sees it. the flap to your tent had the smallest crack in it, showing the silver moonlight outside. and under it, hidden under black tresses, is a ring of gold looking right at them both. golden eyes stare, blinking. as if a single blink would make him miss even the smallest detail.
zuko couldn't breathe.
not when all he could see was the glisten of your arousal dripping from your cunt, or the way aang had you in the meanest mating press as if he wanted to get you pregnant. your choked out moans match each of aang's thrusts as he grinds his thick cock against your sopping entrance. zuko swears he sees aang meet his eye as he buried his head against the crook of your neck.
zuko's hand presses against his clothed cock as he grinds against it like some teenage boy. he's so hard he swears he might die, his dilated eyes locked on the white frothy ring of cum at the base of aang's cock.
he wants to taste it. whether it's from your cunt or from aang's dick, zuko doesn't know.
aang manages a breathless laugh as he drags himself in and out of you, his pink cockhead hitting that spongey spot in you that makes you sob from pleasure. "we have an audience, y/n," he says past a hiss, feeling you tighten.
"what?" you ask dazedly, barely even registering aang's words before he's fucking into you faster. "w-wait--"
"wanna put on a good show for 'im," aang breathes into your ear, his balls slapping against your ass. "wanna make sure he sees everything."
finals are not over for me until saturday (i’m pulling my 2nd all nighter tonight :p) but!!! i want to peg yuuta soso bad
making yuuta cockwarm your strap while you’re studying for finals! it was supposed to be his way of distracting you (he just wanted attention okay), but he ends up squirming instead! he won’t stop moving on your lap while you (pretend to) study, making you pinch his ass and call him your naughty slut while he buries his head into the crook of your neck and whines so pathetically <3 his ass is just clenching around the pastel pink dildo, so fucking deep inside of him and he keeps whimpering about how big it is and how it’s stretching him out and how you should just stop studying so that you could take out your stress on him <3
he was so good about it in the beginning too. stayed quiet while you worked and only occasional whimpers would slip out. but he was always quick to apologize, mumbling out that he would sit and be quiet while you work - studying is important, and yuuta wanted nothing more than for you to pass your exams, so he was determined to control his desires.
but if you leave him there for too long, his mind starts to drift to lewder things and suddenly it was growing way too hot. he begins to squirm around, ocassionally twitching, but biting his tongue to stay silent. your hands grope his ass and it lets out a small yelp, eyes wide in shock, but not saying anything. but you continue to play with his body, staring at the computer scene as if you didnt hear the stuttered breathes and small whimpers. its only when you say, "are you alright Yuuta?" does his facade crumbles and he lets out the most pathetic noise.
his hands claw at your skin and he breathes into your neck, whispering out apologies, but forcing your hands back to his ass, hoping that you will help him move up and down on the length. he gives you the wettest eyes and grips at you shirt and says, "cant we just take a short break? please? i-its too big, I cant sit still anymore!" which has you dragging him to the bed
inside pegging gojo then geto walks in but u don't stop, ion know man😶
it makes the dark haired man’s eyes widen, and his back go straight. he just stares at the two of you, mouth going dry as blood rises to his cheeks. his best friend is so loud; he would never expect to to see gojo act like this in front of anyone. he always tried to withhold his pride. you are rough with the man, pulling on his hair and whispering out insults which only pulls another high in pitch moan from satoru.
you and geto make eye contact not after long, and first your eyes widen in shock, but then a near feline grin spreads across your features. you grab onto gojos hair and force him to look toward the door, to see his best friend watching him and getting turned on by it.
at first gojo seems to try to hide behind you, but you coax his legs open and motion for geto to come closer. satoru is borderline about to cry from humiliation scared his friend would never talk to him again after this, but even still, his cock seems to throb at the extra pair of eyes. and geto can’t seem to get enough; he just stares and stares at the two of you, remaining silent as if he was scared talking would wake him up from this dream. but you hands find their way to his pants and your gently grab at the bulge and motion gojo to look at it. geto seems to nearly jump out of his skin when he hears you murmur, “see, look satoru, there is no reason to be afraid. poor suguru is so hard because of you.”
and of course this sends gojos head spinning, loving the attention and how lewd your words are. he grows more confident, and he immediately wraps his legs around your waist, pulling you deeper in him while he lets out a much more pronounced moan. then, he makes eye contact with suguru, cocking his head to the side with a breathless laugh and says, “well, might as well give him a show.”
and of course through it all, geto remains silent, trying not to impose. but he does whimper out when gojos eyes wander to his pants later in the night, and begins to laugh at the darkened stain. he couldn’t help but cum in his pants, especially when the entire time he was thinking about when it was his turn.
both of them borderline arguing over it, both of them desperate to be good for you. satoru practically pushes suguru aside to suck the thick head of the strap into his mouth, moaning and letting his glassy eyes meet your’s as he bobs his head up and down the faux cock like it’s real. he always loves making a mess of himself, loves knowing how pretty he looks next to suguru, loves feeling his own saliva drip down his chin as he fucks his own throat with your cock. and when he meets your eyes, his watery pools of blue practically heart shaped, he forces himself to gag around your cock.
suguru has to literally push him aside, making the blue eyed man whine needily as he takes over. whereas satoru was rough, constantly wanting to push himself to the limit, suguru was sensual, making direct eye contact with you as he slapped the faux cock against his tongue before slowly taking you all the way down his throat. and when your hand cards through his long hair, pulling him down rougher onto your dildo, he moans, strangled and muffled as he feels the thick cockhead hit the back of his throat with a lewd wet sound. he lets you use him like a toy, piercing eyes dripping with pretty tears as his lips stretch over the shaft.
“y/n,” you hear satoru whine, cerulean blues glazed over. you had officially broken the brat, rendering him into a stupid mess of saliva and precum as he looked at you for attention.
“c’mere, toru,” you breathe, using your other hand to grip his hair, pulling a delicious whine from him before you’re bringing his face next to suguru’s, your other hand pulling the man off of your strap. a thick line of saliva connects suguru’s lips to the head of the cock, and before you even guide him, satoru knows what to do.
he laps at the saliva before lapping at the head of your dildo, whimpering as he tries to get it wet enough. and as you tug on suguru’s hair, he’s leaning in too, his pink tongue rubbing against satoru’s as finally, they work together.
wet sounds of their lips meeting over your strap, and their tongues licking up and down your shaft fill the room, melting beautifully with the sounds of their shared moans and whimpers. and as you watch them suck your faux cock in tandem, they move to the cockhead to make out with each other with it in the middle, uncaring for the messy strings of saliva over their faces or the way their cocks are hard and neglected between their legs.
s. satoru and suguru break into your house, your sisters think suguru is the perfect man, and you hate being called a mom.
c. not canon au, slowburn, suggestive/sexual content (in later chapters), familial issues (mentions of neglect, hints at abuse, ptsd), angst, fluff (esp in this chapter), non-committed! reader, mutual pining, established satosugu (in later parts), sorcerer! reader
a. surprise! i'm making another series (bc that's all i know, apparently). be aware that time will pass and that flash backs (and forwards) will happen. ♡
the birds chirp in your ears as the purple haze of dusk smokes over the horizon. the sun was taking its sweet time, barely creeping up over the hills as fog settled along moist grass.
the yoshino household was cold. devoid of all life in its main rooms, and cold. as though someone had bleached and cleaned the wooden floors again and again, wishing for the evidence of childhood and children to be gone. the house buzzed with a cursed energy that originated from one room only— yours.
the birds song happily outside your window. in any other circumstance, you would’ve found it peaceful— it was nature, after all. everyone loved nature.
but it was 6:45 am— far too early for you to be awake. and as a 14-year-old, you could only be annoyed at the stupidly loud sounds of nature and force yourself up and out of bed.
a bird squawked close to your open window. you could only shut it with a loud thud.
the hallways were dimly lit as you walk down them, shuffling quietly in mismatched sandals— your siblings had lost either pair ages ago. exhaustion pulled at your body, nearly lulling you to sleep even as you begrudgingly walk down the hallway to the first room to your right.
you knock three times before entering.
the stained glass lamp was kept on between the two beds, providing soft ambient light in the shared room. you could see the ruffled hair of your twin sisters, saori and satomi, in their beds. both slept quietly, both buried under their oppositely colored blankets.
waking up your sisters was always done with caution. not because they were particularly angry when they got up (the most you got from either of them were little grumbles as they got up), but because they had a habit of seeing their mother rather than you when you gently shook them awake.
they always thought you were mom. mom, who forced fear in their hearts and made them get up like they were soldiers, not children. mom, who only reminded them of a destructive home and loud voices who threatened their safety. mom, who never laid a finger on them, but certainly beat their brains down into a pulp that she could mold with a cookie cutter.
your hands gently went to satomi’s blanket covered shoulders, shaking her softly as you tried to keep your own eyes open. satomi always had the worst of it— your younger brothers were too young to react in such a way just yet, but satomi always woke up afraid.
her eyes snap open, identical to your’s as she looked at you in fear. in her eyes, you were mom. you looked like mom.
it was like staring into a mirror. satomi and saori looked so much like you — almost scarily so.
“i’m sorry—” the ten year old scrambles at her bedsheets, trying to force herself away from you, her exhaustion making your face mold into your mother’s, your gentle hands being replaced by harsh ones.
but you weren’t mom. you were y/n. just y/n.
“it’s me.” your cool hands went to her face, making her look at you — really look at you. you watch as the fear that seeped in her eyes sunk away, replaced by familiarity. recognition. safety.
embarrassment and guilt tugs at the corner of satomi’s lips.
“it’s okay,” you murmur, managing a tired smile as you slowly pulled your hands away from her face. your heart ached at her fear of being woken up, but you said nothing. satomi wasn’t sentimental, and she wasn’t emotional; neither were you.
you went to ruffle her already messy hair, as though you were wiping away the embarrassment she had felt moments before. satomi only groaned, making no move to stop you.
“wake up saori for me, okay?” you say, rubbing your eyes and standing up, stretching your arms over your head. “i’ll wake up your brothers.”
“okay,” satomi’s voice mumbles. turning away, the sound of rustling bedsheets met your ears as satomi aggressively shake her twin sister awake. “get up, saori.”
“shut up, satomi!”
the door closed behind you with a soft thud, and as your feet shuffled across the floor again, you felt it.
that mixture of cursed energy. mixture, as you rarely ever feel one without the other. and when you did, there was a shared longing for the other to be there.
the sight of your brothers’ open bedroom door would usually bring fear to your heart and make your cursed energy spike. but the sight of it only made you sigh; what was there to worry about, as the self-acclaimed strongest was already in your house? that, and his best friend, almost as strong as he was— your family were in good hands.
it was nice to have life— positive life —in your house. usually, it was full of exhaustion; kids going to school in the morning with their parents never in sight and coming back home, only to fear for their safety as they did. school was a solace. school meant that they were safe from the hands of their own creators.
maybe that was why you were always out. always pushing that supposed curfew that had a steel grip on you only when your mother was home; because if she was home, everyone else had to be home too. you stayed out until 2 am, sometimes 3, sleeping a restless sleep in your dorm room before you were sneaking out to come back home to your siblings to take care of them because no one else would. allowing yourself to be late to classes sometimes because you had to prep the food they were to eat later that day when you weren’t home. teaching satomi and saori how to heat up their own food and their siblings’ food when mother was asleep.
you were tired. and so were they.
they talked loud— they always did —but they were speaking louder than usual, no doubt because of your brothers. they were far too young to be as affected as satomi and ari were, but you still worried for them nonetheless.
your best friends’ voices grew louder with every step. more excited, as though they knew you were just around the corner (and they did; no cursed techniques needed).
"she's going to kill us, satoru."
"but look! the kid is enjoying it!"
your younger brother, akio, at the age of 6, had an energy to him that only satoru could match. with his wild bedhead tickling his pudgy cheeks, he happily sat on the counter as he and the strongest sorcerer in the world shared a chocolate bar at 6 am. satoru found kids annoying - you knew that - but you also knew that from the few times he had seen your family, he had a soft spot for your brother. and maybe for your other siblings too.
".. he's kind of cute," satoru coos, poking at akio’s cheek, eyebrows raising in intrigue as akio glared at him in the same way you did, and yet still took the chocolate he was feeding to him like one would feed a pet. “huh,” he said, tilting his head, “they really are related.”
"you think?" suguru asks with an amused smile, tilting his head down at the kid grasping onto his leg like a vice, looking up at him with a shy expression on his doughy face. his hand came up to give your youngest brother, takahiro, a small wave.
the kid had the same hair as you, but messier, his tresses falling all over his eyes and pudgy face. he could see you in him; especially when the 5 year old smiled shyly and buried his head into the fabric of suguru's pants. “better make sure y/n doesn't hear -"
"what are you doing in my house?"
satoru already knew you were wake - he could feel your energy buzzing around the awakening household. but that still didn't stop him from feeling a slight bit of fear in his heart at the sound of your voice. "shit," satoru grumbles, sending suguru a glare as the raven-haired man began to chuckle to himself.
suguru's eyes were always piercing; sharper than knives and intimidating. but as he looked at you, his knives dulled. his gaze softened.
you stood in a large shirt and some striped shorts, your face bare of any makeup and your feet covered by mismatched sandals. but that wasn't what suguru was paying attention to - what he focused on were the way your eyes were sunken, displaying your lack of sleep. the way you looked like a puppet, having your body run on muscle memory— there physically, but not mentally.
there was an empty look in your eyes; evidence of someone close to burning out.
his smile faltered at that. but satoru didn't have the same subtlety that he had.
"hi y/n! oh wow," satoru scratches his chin, peering at you over his sunglasses (he was indoors and it was 7 am; was he insane?). "you look like death. did you even sleep?"
maybe it was the fact that it was way too early in the morning. maybe it was the lack of sleep— either way, satoru's comment made your lip twitch with annoyance. you would've punched him if you weren't so exhausted.
"thanks, toru," you said through gritted teeth, looking between your best friends before looking down at your two brothers. takahiro was already trudging his way over to you, no doubt to be held, and akio was staring right into your eyes as he stuffed his face with the remaining chocolate as quickly as he could (you couldn't stop him if he was already eating it). sighing, you walked over to takahiro, picking him up and setting him on your hip easily.
takahiro tugged at the tresses of your hair, fidgeting with it gently as he made himself preoccupied. you didn't even look, far too used to his little habit; instead, your eyes were set on the 6 year old who was quickly licking his mouth of any remnants of chocolate left behind, his legs swinging from the counter he sat on. you openly watched as suguru subtly gave him a paper towel, to which akio used to wipe the entirety of his face, which made satoru's nose crinkle.
you hum to yourself, walking closer to akio and nudging him softly with your shoulder. "whatcha eating, akio?"
your brother looked up at you, offering a toothy, chocolate stained smile. "nothin', y/n."
again, you sent satoru a glare, one that he didn't even meet as he inspected some photo pinned up on your fridge with such fake interest that you could only roll your eyes. your eyes then turned to suguru, ready to tell him off for doing nothing to stop his best friend; but he quickly went to join satoru, mumbling incoherently about how stiff you looked in your family photo.
you huffed in annoyance, shifting your hold on takahiro.
"akio, can you go into the bathroom and brush your teeth with takahiro? you two have school in a bit." you manage a tired smile, too tired to tease or remind your brother that sweets made your teeth rot.
akio nods quickly, jumping down from the kitchen counter easily as he went to you as you put takahiro down gently. "okay! c'mon, hiro." the energetic 6 year old grabs his younger brother's hand and practically drags him away to the bathroom, making you sigh in relief. you'd have to help them get dressed after they brushed their teeth; thankfully, you had bathed them the night before. but before that, you had to prepare their breakfasts and their lunches— maybe you should give saori and satomi some money to buy some candies to share with their siblings. hopefully they were getting dressed by now, you had made sure their uniforms were steamed the night before—
"nice job, y/n."
you forgot they were there; you had been staring at nothing for the past minute now, oblivious to the way satoru was taking photos of you on his flip phone (no doubt to put you as his wallpaper later). but what really snapped you out of your stupor was suguru's cool voice, only lightly laced with worry— never enough to make you annoyed with him.
but he's looking at you with a knowing look; the same look he gives you and satoru when you overwork yourselves, or when you lie to him about how exhausted you are. suguru knows.
"thanks," you murmur in response, shoving satoru's phone away as he quite literally puts it up in front of your face, popping whatever personal bubble you had. though, it never really seemed to exist around satoru. "what are you, paparazzi?"
"what, i can't take a photo of you just because you look pretty?" satoru pouts, slinging an arm over you as you moved to open your refrigerator. you don't pay him any mind, accustoming it to his usual teasing and flirtatious nature, but you fail to catch the way he looks down at his phone, his grandiose nature faltering when he sees the photo of you. he's sure that if you ever saw, you'd find it horrendous; the camera is too close to your face, and the photo is blurry as it was taken only milliseconds before you shoved his hand away. your eyes were glaring at him, and your mouth was in a small annoyed frown, but it only made him swallow thickly, feeling his heartbeat pick up ever so slightly at the sight.
"whatever— what are you two doing here?" you ask again, already grabbing some milk and butter, preparing your ingredients for breakfast.
suguru and satoru didn't visit you often. there was truly no need to most of the time; you lived in the countryside, almost an hour train ride from the city, and usually made that commute due to your siblings. besides, you usually saw them every day at school (though, if you were to ask them both, every day from the morning until the afternoon wasn't quite enough).
strong hands went to grab a pan from your cupboard, setting it up on the stove. those same hands took the butter from you and grabbed the eggs to bring it closer. "we wanted to check in on the yoshino household," suguru hummed as he helped you, not even asking if you wanted his help (he knew that you would say no). "and see what's got you so tired all the time."
satoru peeks his head over your shoulder, watching as you began to put toast into the toaster. "you've been skipping out on breakfasts with sugu, shoko, and me," he says, setting his chin on your shoulder, "we wanted to see who else has your attention."
you snort. ".. my siblings?"
"it's better than what satoru thought— he thought you had some new person in your life that wasn't him or me," suguru hums, cracking an egg into the hot and buttered pan, smiling to himself as he hears satoru groan at his words.
"it was an actual possibility though!"
you smile again, and it doesn't reach your eyes. you suppose that it hasn't for a while; things feel too forced now. eating and drinking feel like a chore, sleeping feels like a blessing, and waking up feels like dread.
it was too early; you have too many responsibilities, too much to worry about, too many people to watch over, too many people to put before yourself. you didn't even know where your mom was— the one person who was supposed to be here, supposed to be awake this hour. a spike of anger shot through you at the thought; even just thinking about that woman exhausted you.
your body seemed to slump more and more with every thought that raced in your head, your shoulders heavy with the weight of your responsibilities outside of being a jujutsu sorcerer. missions were getting harder, and with it, your control over your cursed technique. yaga reminded you time and time again how important it was for you to master you own abilities.
not only for you, but also for the higher ups. "for the good of the people," they always repeat.
you're thousands of miles away again. they both notice, taking in the way your eyes look thorugh the wall you're staring holes into, staring at nothing and feeling like you're floating above your body.
gently, suguru nudges your arm with his own as he carefully fries eggs in the pan. "we're here to help." suguru adds, noting the way your body responds to his touch, but moves as though it's on autopilot, your body slumped and your eyes exhausted. he smiles a little, and as you look at him, your eyes focus again. you've always liked suguru's smile. "with the.. kids."
satoru snickers, poking a finger into suguru's cheek as he keeps his body draped over your back, perfectly content with not helping with breakfast. "you make her sound like a mom, suguru. how depressing."
"well, she kind of is one, isn't she?" suguru sighs, brows furrowing a little as he looked at satoru pointedly. you didn't talk about your home life often - just like he and satoru. but your home life always called for you to be there, always had you kept on a taut leash. satoru and suguru didn't have that type of problem.
and they knew that if you were taking care of others - especially your siblings - you would be happy. content.
you always sacrificed so much of yourself without even thinking about it.
you shuffle your feet, looking away from their eyes. you didn't like asking for help; maybe it was trauma, maybe it was just that you were too cowardly to be open to the idea, maybe you thought that your two best friends had some weird ulterior motive, you didn't know. but the aspect of help made your stomach churn with guilt.
"sorry," you say without thinking.
"for what?" satoru responds, his tone lacking the usual grandiosity it has, instead replaced by genuine curiosity. as he watches you avoid his eyes, he clicks his tongue, putting the pieces together. you feel his arms wrap tighter around you - he was always so physically affectionate with you and suguru. "technically, you never said you needed help.."
"we're helping. no need to ask," suguru says, already moving past you to rummage through your cupboards as though he owned the place. he glances at you, seeing the uncertainty in your eyes. "we want to, y/n," he says, quieter this time, sincerity in his tone.
the sun peeks over the horizon, casting a soft glow on the fog that settled around your house. the sounds of kids getting ready for school become louder as the daylight creeps in, waking them up and making them more rowdy by the minute. the smell of toast and eggs wafts through the air, accompanied with the sweet smell of hot chocolate (courtesy of satoru.)
the three of you are uncharacteristically quiet, moving around the kitchen together as you worked to make breakfast. there was some kind of familiarity as you moved past satoru and suguru, your hands trailing lightly over their backs as you moved about the kitchen. it felt natural to be here with them.
"y/n." akio's voice disrupts the comfortable silence, but the sight of him makes you chuckle softly, walking over to kneel in front of him as he stands in his uniform. the buttons are mismatched, his hat is barely holding onto his head, and his hair is a mess as he looks at you for help, his pudgy lips turning into a pout. "i tried," he manages, but doesn't continue.
"i know," you say, carefully fixing the buttons on his uniform and fixing the yellow hat on his head. you fix his hair in a way that's comfortable for him, and tug at the white of his uniform to make it look more put together. "you did a good job, you know."
"don't lie," akio pouts, making you laugh. and the sound makes suguru and satoru stop whatever stupid argument they had started while you had strayed away from them (something about how much sugar should be put in hot cocoa), their eyes watching you.
"i wouldn't say it if i was lying," you hum easily, brushing imaginary dirt off of his uniform before nodding. "you're all good."
giggling, akio happily runs over to satoru and stands in front of him, his head craning up to look at the teenager. "give me more chocolate," he demands, holding out a tiny hand towards the strongest sorcerer.
satoru nearly chokes on his hot cocoa. "excuse me? sugu, do you hear this kid?"
"you heard him."
"he's six, he needs to learn manners!"
as you slowly stand back up, stretching your arms over your head, you hear three different pairs of feet run across the floor and into the kitchen, your body nearly toppling over as takahiro runs into your legs and wraps his arms around them. for some reason, his uniform looks a lot better than akio's did - one of the twins definitely helped him out.
"geto!" the sound of your sisters' yells make you turn your head to them. as expected, they're fully dressed in their uniforms, with satomi’s hair tied into its usual low buns and saori's clipped back with two silver clips. their eyes light up at the sight of your friends - or rather, they light up at the sight of suguru. as they bound over to him, they bump past satoru as if he doesn’t even exist, both of them too excited to see suguru cooking them their breakfast in their kitchen.
"what are you doing here?! we haven’t seen you in nearly two months—"
“here’s that hair clip i promised to give you, geto!”
you felt your face heat up as your sisters completely cornered him, not even giving him a second to respond as they spoke excitedly about everything they could think of; their week, suguru’s week, your week (did they have to tell him you tripped down the stairs at midnight?). your sisters loved suguru— they thought he was handsome, respectful but funny, kind, and basically the perfect man. they always teased you when they caught you staring at him for a second too long when he and satoru visited.
and when they caught you doing the same to satoru, they could only fake gag in disgust. they had a love-hate relationship with the man.
satomi believed he was a show off. saori thought that he was going to lose his teeth by 30.
you could practically feel satoru's discontent with not being on your sisters' good sides; he always claimed that he couldn't care less for what brats thought of him, but you always knew it was a lie. he wanted to be 'cool uncle gojo' or something akin to that; you weren't sure. “aren’t you guys excited to see me?” satoru asks, interrupting the two with a large smile.
satomi and saori only blink, identical eyes staring right into satoru's crystalline ones so creepily that his smile falls. “no,” they state in unison, before turning back to suguru, who was smiling to himself as he turned off the stove.
“this is bullshit,” satoru huffs, moving to sling an arm over your shoulders, disregarding the fact that you were plating breakfast into five plates; one for satoru, one for suguru, and one for each of your sisters.
you could eat later, you assumed. it was fine if there was none left for you as long as they got to eat. but satoru was already grabbing another plate from the cupboard and giving you a pointed look.
"you forgot your plate, y/n." he hums, moving smoothly to push the plates that had toast on them over to suguru, who carefully put the eggs on the side. satoru clicks his tongue at you, knowing eyes tracing the features of your face as his skin prickles with worry. "you can't take care of others if you aren't taking care of yourself."
"what movie did you steal that from, hm?" you respond coolly, looking at satoru with a tilt of your head. and when he sees that spark of amusement in your eyes, the slight worry that had travelled through his body alleviated. "or did you steal that from suguru?"
"huh?" satoru blinks in surprise. "i didn't steal that from anyone! besides, suguru isn't kind enough to even come up with such a thing," he stated matter of factly, grinning that stupid satoru grin that only made your own lips tilt up in response.
"i swear i said that same thing to you when you didn't sleep for 24 hours that one time," suguru grumbled as he walked by to put the milk back into the fridge, his free hand coming up to flick at satoru's arm. he ignores the whine that leaves satoru's lips in response, rolling his eyes as he puts the milk back. "he's right though," he states simply as he shuts the fridge with his hip, looking at you with an almost disappointed look.
"i'm honestly just kind of surprised that you agree with toru," you say, trying to lighten the mood with a cheeky smile. but it quickly falters when suguru gives you another look, one that makes you huff. "i will, i will," you grumble, turning away to grab two plates and give them to your siblings.
suguru and satoru help bring the plates in front of the kids, all of them saying their thanks before digging in. the hot cocoas (made oh-so-kindly by satoru) are passed out not too long after, and you find yourself eating your breakfast between your two best friends, your plate on the countertop and a piece of toast in your hand.
"so," satoru begins, taking a quick sip of his tooth-rotteningly sweet hot cocoa before continuing, "why haven't you asked us?"
you gape at him. "what?"
"to help you in the morning," suguru responds for satoru, not looking up as he cuts into his eggs. he glances up briefly to meet your eyes knowingly.
"because i have it under control," you say, shrugging as you look between the two sorcerers. "i've been doing this for years, you know."
"yeah but," satoru sighs, taking a bite out of his toast. he thinks for a moment as he chews, his brows furrowing before he swallows. "it's gonna get harder. especially with school and missions—"
"and with the higher ups wanting you to hurry up and become some pro," suguru adds, gauging your reaction. he could already see the words bubbling up in your throat, the usual, 'no, i'm fine' and 'it's my responsibility not yours' that threatened to come out. "okay look — we won't help you."
"sugu, we literally went over the reasons why we should help on the train here," satoru says with wide confused eyes. "our mornings are usually free on these days—"
"she's going to say no already— just look at her, satoru."
"yeah, but we can't keep being a teenage mom to kids who aren't her's—"
"i'll take better care of myself," you interrupt, stopping the argument before they could bicker even more, making the two of them turn their heads your way. you let out a heavy sigh, pinching your nose bridge and closing your eyes. after a few seconds, you opened your eyes again and reached for your hot cocoa. "i'll take better care of myself if you two agree not to help me every morning. i have it under control."
i have it under control. those words echo over and over in your head to the point where they become incomprehensible.
"you two act like you have all the time in the world," you mutter, "and always forget that you're going to be just as busy as i am. you don't need to be taking care of my family for me— i’m capable.” your eyes flicker between the two of them, your voice serious and your decision stubbornly made. ".. got it?"
suguru nods, hiding a small smirk behind his mug. "got it, ma'am." he only chuckles at the glare you give him.
"yes, miss yoshino," satoru drawls, and you swat his arm with a scoff.
"please never call me that again. both of you."
the sun had already made its way up the horizon, casting warmth in its wake. clouds painted the sky, offering breaks of color between the melted pinks and blues. birds flew by as people in the passing towns were getting their day started.
rays of sun shone down onto your face, making you shift your position on satoru's shoulder as you slept soundly. they had chose to come with you to drop off your siblings at school (you literally needed to pry akio away from satoru before he gave him more chocolate), leaving the three of you close to late for your classes.
not that they really cared.
your lips were parted, eyes shut as you leaned against satoru's shoulder. you were sleeping soundly despite the fact that you had specifically told your best friends that you wouldn't pass out any time soon. your eyelashes were kissing your cheeks, casting shadows on your cheeks.
"she's exhausted," suguru states, unable to keep his eyes off of the both of you as he sat across from satoru. he usually always knew what to say, but as he watched satoru gently move his shoulder to adjust your head, his lips tilted up into a genuine smile as he watched you mumble incoherently before falling asleep again, suguru found his mouth drying. whatever he wanted to say died away as he watched you both with a feeling in his stomach.
not like butterflies; he always hated that. more like sparks— little shots of energy that made him gravitate towards the both of you.
"hello? earth to sugu?" satoru tilts his head, finally catching his best friend's gaze with a smile. not his stupid grandiose one that people crooned over; the one that suguru knew. "i said that we should stop by that cafe near the station; the one with the really good chocolate cake."
suguru crosses his arms over his chest, a cocky smirk threatening to tug as his lips as he watched satoru's eyes casually wander to his arms before flickering back up to his face again. "we're gonna be late, you know."
"they also have good coffee. the bitter shit that you like," satoru crinkles his nose as he says it, "and a huge menu of coffee flavors so that y/n can try them all," he says happily, pulling your body closer to his with one arm.
"you only brought it up because you wanted to eat the chocolate cake."
"that was only part of it," satoru pouts, sighing as he leans his head atop yours'. he takes in a breath of your rosemary mint shampoo, sighing contentedly at the familiar scent, his eyes fluttering. "she's tired. she'll want caffeine later."
satoru was right; you had woken up basically craving caffeine, your eyes barely even open as you trudged out of the train alongside them.
but you didn't want to be even more late than you already were. which was why you found yourself in front of a vending machine, a frown tugging at your lips as you tried to choose a drink.
“don’t you think i’m more handsome than suguru?”
“i think you’re on the same level.”
“but if you had to choose,” satoru sighs dramatically, staring at the vending machine alongside you. his arms are crossed over his chest as he gauges his options. there were new flavors, he noted, and he reaches a hand up to scratch his chin as he tries to pick one. his eyes glance over one of your favorites. “who would you pick, y/n?”
“what kind of question is that, toru?” suguru asks with a scoff, leaning against the vending machine with his drink in hand, trying to play off his genuine curiosity as he glances at you. your brows are furrowed, eyes focused purely on the vending machine as you try and pick your drink.
“it’s a genuine one!”
"it's a weird one," you correct him absentmindedly.
"she's right," suguru says, eyes meeting satoru’s. and despite the seriousness of his tone, satoru sees that tug at suguru’s lips that makes him grin.
“you wanna find out too!”
“shut up, satoru.”
you don’t even look at them, squinting your eyes a little more as you peer at the bending machine, brushing off the question like it was just another one of satoru’s stupid questions— which it technically was, but you were too busy with choosing your drink to notice the sincere curiosity in satoru and suguru’s eyes.
“can i pick both?”
they weren’t sure why they both became quiet at that.
maybe it was because it was the first time they had even heard something like that— the prospect of being with you while still being together. sure, satoru and suguru kissed once or twice (or more). sure, they both knew that they both liked you— it was bound to happen, they assumed. but they never fathomed that you’d even mention the idea of choosing both of them; they thought they’d have to bring it up to you.
satoru looked at suguru, blue eyes shining from behind his sunglasses, as though he was saying, ‘i told you so.’
suguru only shook his head, not wanting to jump to conclusions. instead, he prodded on further. “you have to pick one, y/n.”
“i’m not going to.” there’s truth behind your words— to choose one of your best friends over the other didn’t really feel.. right.
you reach into your pocket, pulling out 50 yen. you frown, looking at the price of the drink— 100 yen. “.. do you two have 50 yen?”
“suguru does,” satoru chirps as suguru walks to stand between them both. satoru's arm immediately goes under suguru's as he does, giving the raven-haired sorcerer a grin.
call it habit, or maybe stupid teenage shit. but satoru liked touching you and suguru when you were around him.
"don't you, sugu?" satoru says further, making his best friend roll his eyes and huff in annoyance.
"if anything, you should have it."
"do you see me as an atm machine or something?"
"does the strongest not have enough money to pay?"
despite their bickering, both of them were already pulling out their wallets to give you 50 yen, making you hide a smile as you took satoru's over suguru's, making him smile triumphantly at the other man. "i'm only taking it because suguru always pays," you remind satoru as you buy your drink.
his smile falters at that. "what? but i do pay!" satoru groans as he hears suguru chuckle next to him, making him jab his side with his elbow. "my best friends are my biggest haters. unbelievable," he grumbles, buying his own drink— one of your favorites —for himself.
he swears he can see you when autumn comes around.
it leaves a bitter feeling in his throat when he sees the warm leaves surround his vision, when he smells petrichor and feels the chilly breeze you loved. and when he sees people pass by in scarves, he almost sees you.
he sees you when he takes the train to the countryside. when he sees the hills of green and yellow, when he feels the warmth of another on his skin, when he tastes something perfectly seasoned; never too savory, never too sweet.
you were transitional. the autumn between their summers and winters. the spring between their winters and summers. whereas he was the heat and he was the cold, you were the perfect day. you were the in between, the bridge, the mediator, the olive branch, the fucking dove.
you were all of that and more. but now all you were was a bittersweet memory. an empty promise of return as you willingly walked to your end.
n. this story idea has been on my mind for a while, i hope you guys enjoy it! feel free to send me anything about this series or ask to be on the taglist ♡
i want a boy that has no volume regulation, i want him to make little huffs and moans even at the most gentle of touches. i want his little hums of pleasure when i tease him. i want him panting like hes a dog in 100 degree weather. i want his soft breathy whispers breaking past his moans saying how good he feels and how much he loves me. i want him to scream as he gets closer and closer to cumming.
i want his little giggles after the fact as hes coming down from the high, him catching his breath, his panting slowly leveling out into his natural breathing pattern, with a precious little smile on his face as we snuggle up
