──── ❝ 𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍’𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 ! . . . starring 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 and you egging 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 on to lose his cool over an overly suspicious video camera :: fluff + crack :: cursing :: teen!satoru, teen!reader and teen!suguru implied ::
“you’re joking,” suguru grumbles.
“i’m not joe king,” oh, you little shit, “i’m your baby. your darling. your sweetheart. your insert sappy ass nickname, my dearest.” a pause, before you tilt the camera for a better angle— eyebrows furrowed in that little pinch in the same way they always do when you’re utterly locked in on executing your. . mostly (99.9%) nefarious deeds.
“babe,” you pry again, looking down at your free hand for leverage before very thoughtfully deciding to headbutt him again. “tell me i’m annoying. c’mon.” a poke in his sides. a tap on his forehead.
and yet— here suguru lies half asleep at ass ’o clock on what he believes to be his doomsday, questioning his caffeine-fuelled existence and his ever so dilapidated will to live.
(what a drama queen. he loves you too much.)
“c’mooon, ’guru,” and, he supposes, a blonde freak with beautecious blue orbs™ as well. “do a cute lil’ pose for us. aigoo or some shit.”
“aegyo,” you correct satoru, your tone utterly dignified as you adjust the various and unnecessarily placed knobs even though you do acknowledge his parts in your evil schemes for suguru. “say it properly or don’t.”
satoru rolls his eyes, much, much too exaggeratedly for someone who couldn’t spell ‘ginormous’ on an essay yaga had put you all through after a mission.
(you still have a piece of his dignity tucked away in your pocket, for emergency situations.)
“well, damn. it ain’t that deep for someone who—”
“can you guys stop?” suguru mumbled into his pillow, and satoru and you exchange an equally feral glance. united in. . pieces, it seems. pieces of suguru’s excruciatingly steady demeanour. “no, like, seriously. keep that away. could be a cursed object for all i know.”
the that in question is a rickety old video camera, which satoru had unceremoniously fished out during your clean up of the haunted store room. honestly, you couldn’t give any lesser fucks about wanting to do anything with the wheezing machine initially— but when the white haired gremlin had suggested to annoy a certain someone with it, the idea had been. . tempting, for sure.
(terrifyingly tempting.)
and so, here you are, with a digital casket centuries older than you tucked in your palms like a pitchfork— an instrument, really, of seeing how long it takes for your suguru to finally break.
“budge up, mr. optimistic,” satoru takes a look at the large expanse of empty space beside suguru, before flopping down riiight on top of the other boy. “even i give yaga that much credibility to inform us about a cursed object on campus. and a haunted camera no less.”
“maybe yaga doesn’t know, either,” suguru huffs, but his hands come up to hold satoru, anyway— they always do, as if having a mind of their own. “or maybe he expected that we’d be smart enough not to meddle with things.”
satoru lets out a scandalized gasp, ceasing his obnoxious nuzzling into the crook of suguru’s neck for a moment to spare him a mortified glance. “yaga? expect us to be smart? yaga? you’ve gone bananas.”
“anyway, what’s it gonna do? put a scary filter on your face or something?” you hum along, stifling a yawn— feeling the soft, afternoon sun graze your cheeks. how strange. just a minute ago, you were bursting with hyperactivity, and now. . .
eh.
probably the weather. the heat makes you want to peel your skin off, anyway.
“it ain’t gonna take a filter for that,” satoru says intellectually, but not before stifling a groan while suguru graces his shoulder with a bite. “—ow. i’m telling you, we need to muzzle him.”
“says the banshee high on sugar.”
you listen to them bicker, circling the area between your brows with your thumb— you free hand still fidgeting with the camera, feeling an odd, sticky sort of invisible substance lodge itself between your fingertips.
“i have perfectly polished vocals, thank you very much,” satoru raises a brow, “it’s not my fault you think the digimon theme needs to be hummed with whistle notes.”
you open your mouth to add in how the last time satoru attempted a whistle note sounded like a very bad imitation of a dying balloon, but something stops you. tiny little pinpricks of something stagnant pierce into you from every way imaginable, and your thoughts cease altogether— your brain filling with a low, steady ring.
fuck.
fuck.
“guys,” you splutter out, the words rattling against your teeth and making your head pound. “guys, i think. . think there’s . .—”
— thud.
the camera falls from your hands, but it doesn’t shatter. instead, an overwhelming stench of forgotten wrath and lingering sorrow fills the air of suguru’s dorm.
“. . . shit,” satoru says, after a moment of silence passes. “shit. shit, suguru, the camera was—”
“— cursed,” suguru finishes, already picking up your passed out body on the bed and heading towards the infirmary. “we need shoko. now.” tense lines form around his face, ones that you’ve never seen before— not that you’re awake, anyway.
turns out, yaga had forgotten about warning you three about the unsealed cursed object in the store room. and even though you woke up a few minutes later with nothing to your name but a migraine gone too bad— let’s just say, satoru and you never pushed suguru enough to break ever again. the two hour silent treatment had been bad enough.
(it had been two days, but suguru loves you two too much.)
CW: nightmare, argument mentioned, very minor angst
Sleeping over in each other’s rooms was never actually part of the plan.
And yet, somewhere over the past few months, the three of you have stopped sleeping separately altogether.
No one ever said anything about it. No rules were made, no invitations formally given. It just… happened. slowly, quietly, like something slipping into place without anyone noticing until it was already there.
It started with satoru.
It had been a late night—nothing unusual. The three of you were used to staying up too long, talking about nothing and everything until the hours blurred together. At some point, you’d left, and Suguru had gone to bed, and Satoru had… not.
Or at least, that’s what you’d assumed.
Until the next morning, when Suguru mentioned—offhand, like it didn’t matter—that Satoru had fallen asleep in his room.
“He wouldn’t wake up,” he’d said, almost absentmindedly. “Figured it wasn’t worth the effort.”
Satoru, of course, had no complaints about it.
“You two look cozy,” you say smiling. “And thanks for the invite.”
Satoru doesn't even look up from where he's sprawled across the mattress, one arm draped over his eyes, the other hand loosely patting the empty space beside him like it's the most natural thing in the world.
"Invite? You needed an invite?"
He lifts his arm just enough to peer at you with one pale blue eye, a lazy grin spreading across his face.
"I thought you just knew the deal by now. Door's unlocked. Bed's warm. I'm here."
Suguru, seated cross-legged at the foot of the bed with a book balanced on his knee, doesn't bother hiding his quiet snort.
“Please don't make it sound like a service you're providing."
Satoru turns his head toward him, still grinning.
"I am providing a service. Emotional support. Physical warmth. Incredible conversation. You're welcome, by the way."
Suguru's eyes do not leave the page.
"You fell asleep mid-sentence last night. I had to pry your phone out of your hand so you wouldn't-"
"That's called trust, Suguru. I trust you with my phone. That's huge. You should be honored."
He says it completely seriously, as if he genuinely believes that. Then he shifts, turning his head back toward you, patting the mattress again.
"Come on. You're letting all the cold air in just standing there."
From somewhere down the hall, a door slams, followed by faint shouting—first-year arguing about something, probably. The sound filters in through the thin walls, muffled and distant.
Suguru finally looks up, closing his book with a soft thump.
"Yaga's gonna start doing room checks if we keep this up."
Satoru waves a dismissive hand.
"Let him. What's he gonna do, separate us? Tragic. We'll sue."
You snort. “Is that your solution?”
Satoru props himself up on one elbow, squinting at you with exaggerated offense.
"Uh, yeah? It's the best solution. Zero effort, maximum comfort. That's called efficiency."
Suguru flips his book open again, but there's a faint tug at the corner of his mouth.
"Efficiency. That's what we're calling it."
"Absolutely." Satoru drops back down onto the pillow with a dramatic sigh, staring at the ceiling. "You're both just jealous of my strategic thinking."
Another door slams somewhere down the hall. Footsteps. Someone yells "I'M GOING TO TELL YAGA" and someone else yells back "TELL HIM I SAID HE'S A LOSER."
Satoru's grin widens.
"This place is a circus."
Suguru doesn't look up from his book, but his voice is dry.
"You're the ringleader."
"And yet," Satoru says, spreading his arms wide, "you keep coming back to my room."
"Correction." Suguru finally lifts his gaze, deadpan. "You keep coming back to mine."
A pause. The grin on Satoru's face flickers into something almost thoughtful—before it sharpens again, mischievous.
"Semantics."
He turns his head toward you again, patting the mattress once more, firmer this time.
"You're stalling. Get over here. I'll let you have the good pillow
“Wow. The good pillow?” you raise a brow, unimpressed. “How generous. What a privilege.”
Satoru gasps, sitting up just enough to stare at you like you’ve personally offended him.
“It is a privilege. Do you have any idea how selective I am?”
“Mm. Clearly not.”
“Okay, that’s it—”
You barely have time to react before his hand closes around your wrist, tugging you forward. The world tilts for half a second before you land on the mattress with a soft thump, a startled laugh slipping out of you.
“There,” he says, sounding entirely too pleased with himself as he flops back down. “Problem solved.”
The bed dips under your weight, shifting the balance of the whole thing. Satoru adjusts without thinking, one arm ending up slung loosely across your side like it belongs there.
Suguru exhales softly through his nose—something just shy of a laugh—but all he does is shift slightly, making space without looking up from his book.
“Efficient,” he murmurs.
“Told you,” Satoru hums, already settling, like the conversation is over now that things are as they should be.
Somewhere down the hall, someone shouts again. A door slams. The noise feels farther away now.
The weight of you settling into the mattress shifts the whole dynamic of the room. Satoru's arm stays where it landed, casual and heavy, like it's always been there.
The ceiling fan ticks overhead in slow, lazy rotations.
For a moment, none of you speak. The quiet settles around the three of you like a blanket—comfortable, familiar. The kind of silence that doesn't need to be filled.
Satoru breaks it first, because of course he does.
"Hey. Suguru."
"Mm."
"Your book's upside down."
A beat of silence.
Suguru slowly looks down at the pages in his hands. The text is, indeed, oriented the correct way. He lifts his gaze back to Satoru, utterly unimpressed.
"No it's not."
"Oh." Another pause. Then, completely unbothered: "Just checking if you were paying attention."
Suguru closes his book with exaggerated care, setting it aside on the nightstand. He leans back against the headboard, folding his arms.
"I was. You're the one who's been staring at the same crack in the ceiling for five minutes."
"Wrong. I've been thinking."
"About?”
"...The crack."
A small, quiet laugh escapes Suguru—barely audible, but real. He shakes his head, dark hair brushing his shoulders.
"Unbelievable."
The hallway noise fades. Footsteps retreat. Someone's radio kicks on two doors down, playing something faint and tinny.
۪ ⟣ ֹ ┄┄ 𝟅𝟈 ┄┄ ۫ ⟢
The next time it happened, it’s quieter.
There’s no argument, no dramatic invitation—just the soft creak of Suguru’s door as you push it open, already half-expecting him to be there.
He is.
Of course he is.
Curled up against the headboard with a book in hand, one leg bent, the other stretched out across the mattress like he owns the space—which, to be fair, he does. A lamp glows low beside him, casting everything in that warm, late-night gold that makes it feel later than it actually is.
His eyes flick up when you step in, and for a second you hesitate in the doorway, suddenly aware of how this might look.
You, showing up unannounced. Again.
But then his gaze softens—just slightly—and he shifts without a word, drawing his leg in to make space.
Not an invitation.
Not exactly.
But not not one, either.
“…Couldn’t sleep?” he asks, voice low, like he’s already adjusted to the idea of you being here.
You huff quietly, slipping your shoes off by the door. “Something like that.”
There’s a beat where you could still leave. Where this could be nothing more than a quick check-in, a few words exchanged before you head back to your own room.
Instead, you cross the room.
The mattress dips under your weight as you sit, then shift, then settle—close enough to share the space, not quite close enough to touch. Not yet.
Suguru doesn’t comment. Just turns a page.
It’s… easy.
That’s the dangerous part.
The silence isn’t awkward. The air doesn’t feel heavy with expectation. You don’t have to fill the space with conversation or explanation.
You just exist there, side by side.
And at some point—minutes, maybe longer—you end up lying down without really deciding to. The book lowers slightly in Suguru’s hands. Your shoulder brushes his arm, light enough to be accidental.
Neither of you moves away.
The door creaks open sometime later.
“Wow,” Satoru whispers, like he’s stumbled onto something unbelievable. “You guys didn’t even wait for me this time?”
You don’t even lift your head, just sigh as he shuts the door behind him.
“Go away.”
“Rude,” he says, already crossing the room.
Of course he is.
The bed dips again moments later, and then he’s there—wedged into the remaining space like he’s always belonged in it, like this was inevitable from the start.
“Move,” he mutters, nudging you with his shoulder.
“You move,” you mumble back.
Suguru exhales softly through his nose, the faintest hint of amusement slipping through as he lowers his book completely this time.
It’s cramped now.
Too warm.
Too close.
And still—
No one leaves.
No one even suggests it.
By the time the lights go out, it doesn’t feel like something that happened.
It feels like something that was always going to.
The darkness settles like a held breath.
For a long moment, no one moves. The cramped warmth of three bodies sharing a bed meant for one has become something routine—something that no longer warrants comment or explanation. The ceiling fan ticks above them. The lamp clicks off—Suguru's doing, hand reaching out without a word.
In the dark, presence becomes everything.
Satoru's arm drapes over you first, heavy and unapologetic. "You're on my side."
"Your side? It's literally the middle."
"Exactly. My side."
A soft snort from Suguru's side of the bed. "It's my room. Technically it's all my side."
"Wow. Territorial. I see how it is."
You feel him shift, the mattress adjusting to his weight as he turns onto his back, staring up at the invisible ceiling.
"...This is nice, though."
The words come out quieter than his usual bravado. Softer. Like he forgot to mask them before they slipped out.
Suguru's voice, equally low: "Yeah."
A pause. The word hangs in the dark, unprotected and honest.
"Don't get used to it," you murmur, but there's no bite behind it.
Satoru's fingers find yours under the blanket—an idle, thoughtless graze that turns into something more settled. He doesn't say anything. Neither do you.
On your other side, you feel Suguru shift closer by half an inch. Barely perceptible. But there.
Outside, the night hums with crickets and distant wind. Footsteps pass the door at some point, fading just as quickly.
None of you move.
None of you need to.
The silence stretches, comfortable and thick.
Satoru's thumb traces a lazy pattern against your knuckles—unthinking, rhythmic. A habit he's developed over the past few weeks, you've noticed. He does it when he's half-asleep, when his mind is somewhere else, when the mask slips just enough for something genuine to peek through.
Suguru's breathing has evened out on your other side. Not quite asleep—you can tell by the subtle tension in his shoulder where it presses against yours—but close. Teetering on the edge.
"The mission tomorrow," Satoru says suddenly, voice low, "is gonna be boring."
You can hear the pout in his voice before you feel him shift.
"Two grade twos in a warehouse district. Yaga's punishing us for something."
"Probably the hallway incident," Suguru murmurs, eyes still closed.
"What hallway incident?"
"The one where you knocked over a vending machine."
"I was demonstrating a technique."
"You were being an idiot."
"Same thing."
A beat of silence. Then Suguru's lips twitch.
"Fair."
Satoru's thumb keeps tracing its pattern against your skin. The room feels smaller than it should. Warmer.
"You should use that shikigami tomorrow," he says, and it takes you a second to realize he's talking to you now. "The big one. I wanna see if it can fit through a door frame."
He sounds genuinely curious. Hopeful, even.
"For research purposes," Suguru adds dryly.
"For research purposes," Satoru confirms, utterly serious.
Suguru shifts again, just enough that your shoulders press more firmly together. Not accidental this time. Not quite deliberate, either. Somewhere in between.
Satoru hums softly beside you, the sound low and content, like he’s already halfway to sleep. His grip on your hand loosens, but doesn’t fall away.
The room settles.
No more talking. No more teasing. Just the quiet hum of the night and the steady presence of each other—close, warm, constant.
It’s not planned.
It never was.
But as your eyes slip closed, as the space between the three of you disappears into something shared and familiar, it doesn’t feel temporary.
It doesn’t feel like something that will end when morning comes.
It just feels… normal.
Like this is where you’re meant to be.
And sometime in the night—without anyone noticing, without anyone saying a word—it becomes that.
۪ ⟣ ֹ ┄┄ 𝟅𝟈 ┄┄ ۫ ⟢
The room feels too big.
That’s the first thing Suguru notices.
Not the silence—he’s used to that. Not even the weight of the day still sitting in his chest like something unfinished.
It’s the space.
His futon is exactly where it always is. The light is off. The air is still. Everything is arranged the way it should be.
And yet—
Nothing about it feels right.
He turns once, then again, pulling the blanket higher over his shoulder like that might fix something internal. It doesn’t.
Satoru’s voice still echoes faintly in his head from earlier. Sharp. Too sharp. Yours too, quieter but no less certain. The kind of disagreement that didn’t explode—but didn’t resolve either. Just… split cleanly and left everyone on their own side of it.
He exhales through his nose.
It should have blown over by now.
It hasn’t.
Across the building, Satoru is probably still awake too—he always acts like arguments don’t stick to him, but they do. They just don’t show on the surface. And you—
Suguru stops himself there.
Because thinking about where you are makes it worse, not better.
He turns onto his side.
Still nothing.
The ceiling doesn’t change. The night doesn’t soften. Even his own breathing sounds wrong in the quiet.
A dream tries to form when he finally slips under.
It doesn’t stay gentle for long.
It starts like something familiar—warm light, laughter just out of reach, the three of you in a space that feels almost like the usual nights, almost safe.
Then it shifts.
The distance between you grows first. Not physically—something worse. Like a misunderstanding stretched too thin, like words spoken but never landing where they’re meant to.
Satoru is saying something he can’t quite hear. You’re looking at Suguru like you’re waiting for him to decide something he doesn’t know how to name.
And then the space snaps.
Not loudly. Not dramatically.
Just suddenly empty where you were.
Suguru jolts awake like he’s been pulled.
His hand is clenched in the blanket so tightly his knuckles ache.
For a second he doesn’t move.
Just listens.
The room is still his room. Still quiet. Still wrong.
And the feeling lingers—too sharp to ignore now, sitting behind his ribs like a decision he hasn’t made yet but somehow already knows the shape of.
He sits up.
Stares at the door.
And for the first time all night, the thought comes without hesitation.
Not should I.
He just—
He gets up.
The door slides open before Suguru can decide if he's really doing this.
Satoru's room is dark, save for the faint blue glow of his phone screen facedown on the nightstand. He's sitting up—back against the headboard, knees drawn loosely, arms resting on them. He doesn't look surprised.
Just... tired.
A beat passes.
"...Couldn't sleep either?"
His voice is quieter than usual. No teasing edge. No grin hiding behind the words.
The question hangs in the dark, simple and unguarded. An open door.
Then sound cuts through the stillness—soft, deliberate. A door sliding open, then shut. Footsteps in the hallway, unhurried but certain.
Satoru's head turns slightly toward the door. His eyes, catching the faint light from the hallway, reflect something unreadable.
He doesn't call out. Doesn't move.
The footsteps stop outside his door.
A pause.
Then the door slides open, and you're standing there— hair slightly tousled, sleep shirt hanging loose, eyes adjusting to the dim room. You take in the scene in a single glance: Satoru sitting up, Suguru already there, standing just inside the threshold like he wasn't sure he'd follow through until this moment.
No one speaks for a long, stretching second.
The silence isn't cold—it's waiting. Weighted with everything that went unsaid earlier, everything that simmered and cooled but never fully settled.
Satoru's voice comes first, soft but not fragile.
"...Guess we all had the same idea."
He shifts slightly. The space on his left is empty. The space on his right—where Suguru is standing—is empty too, technically.
He doesn't say come in.
But he doesn't have to.
Suguru doesn’t move right away.
He’s still standing just inside the room, like if he shifts too fast the moment might break apart. Like it might turn out this wasn’t actually real—just another echo of the dream still clinging to him.
Satoru watches him for a second longer, then lets his head fall back against the headboard again.
Not dismissive.
Just… giving space.
The silence stretches.
It’s not empty. It’s full of everything none of them said earlier today, still sitting there between the three of them like a third presence in the room.
Then Suguru exhales.
Slow. Controlled. Like he’s making a decision that isn’t really a decision anymore.
He steps forward.
The mattress dips when he sits.
Not at the edge this time. Not hesitant like the first nights it started.
Closer.
Satoru shifts automatically to make room, but there’s no joke this time. No comment about “service quality” or “strategic efficiency.” Just the quiet rustle of blankets and the familiar adjustment of bodies making space for something that already knows where it belongs.
Then—
Footsteps again.
Both of them look up.
You’re there in the doorway.
Still half-lost in sleep. Still not fully awake enough to rebuild whatever walls the day tried to put back in place.
And you don’t ask.
You just see them.
And something in your expression softens in a way that answers before words ever get the chance.
Satoru’s voice breaks the stillness first, but it’s quieter than usual.
“…Took you long enough.”
No bite. No edge.
Just fact.
Suguru doesn’t look away from you when he speaks.
“I didn’t think you’d come.”
It isn’t accusing. It isn’t even surprised.
It’s just honest.
There’s a pause where the room seems to hold its breath again, like it’s waiting for the version of this that falls apart.
But nothing does.
You step inside.
The door clicks shut behind you.
And that sound—small, ordinary—feels louder than anything else that happened all day.
The mattress shifts again when you sit.
Not tentative.
Not experimental.
Familiar, even though it shouldn’t be.
Satoru immediately leans in, like gravity is just something he’s decided to stop resisting. His shoulder bumps yours first, then stays there.
Suguru adjusts too, slower—but deliberate this time. No hesitation left in it. Just alignment.
The three of you settle like a pattern finally completing itself.
No one names it.
No one needs to.
Outside, the building continues as if nothing has changed.
what about reader being both terrified of and enamored with the pair of vampires that recently joined her media and society course. since the first day—the duo have been nothing but secretive whispers and piercing stares your direction. you find yourself alone one time at a lame bingo event hosted in a hall of one of your main buildings, your roommate begged you “they have Lego sets as prizes” she insisted but you find yourself yawning and unable to keep your eyes open and with a whole 50 minutes left in the event you squeezed her shoulder before whispering something about needing air or the bathroom before you snuck out of the crowded space and into one of the ‘empty’ classrooms. except it wasn’t exactly empty. your otherworldly classmates sat on the desk meant for the professor but they instead were all over each other, a flurry of hot kisses and bites and spit. you audibly gasped and it caused the two of them to pause, both of their heads snapping to you. you turned around to leave but suddenly they were in front of you, bodies looming over your smaller frame.
"Oh. It's just the girl from class sugu... " gojo says first, bright blue eyes trained on every micro-movement that your face makes. like he's studying you and it generates a shiver that rolls down your spine.
"S-sorry!" you cleared your throat, "I was just trying to get some air and happened to see haha.." you try and explain but suguru just cocks his head to the side. doesn't say anything to you just yet, his purple eyes are low and glaring.
"You were right toru. she does like us” geto says and your face burns, your heart betrays you and picks up in its speed.
“What..? this is a misunderstanding if I could just—” you tried side stepping the tall man but he moved with you, blocking your exit.
“So you don’t like us?” satoru asks, his bright blue eyes curiously staring at you, his mouth slightly screwed into an adorable pout that you couldn’t help but notice. you noticed everything about them.
“Like? Well..” you took a step back. “I-it’s nothing like that I just think you guys a-are cool that’s all” you say but geto’s face doesn’t move
"Watching us in class, your heartbeat doubles as if you've run a marathon or like you've seen a ghost" suguru says with a flash of his fangs and you can feel the way your panties soak. even if you were scared of them it didn't mean they didn't arouse you.
"You know we have a superb sense of smell right?" gojo says, before you realize he's behind you. hands squeezing your waist.
"What's that supposed to mean?" you ask shakily and geto lets out a low grumble that comes from deep in his chest and gojo snickers before saying, "We can smell just how wet you are"
Series Summary: When Suguru first walked in on you and Satoru having sex, it was an accident. But he couldn't say the same about every time after that. He's under the impression that this habit of his is a secret. But you and Satoru have known this whole time and didn't plan on letting Suguru know anytime soon.
pt.1 Info: MDNI 18+, fem!reader, PiV sex, unprotected sex, voyeurism, hair pulling, choking, male masturbation, male receiving oral, praise/degradation, pet names (princess, baby, love, etc), established relationship w Gojo, aftercare, porn with very little plot
pt.2 pt.3 pt.4
It began as an accident. Geto never meant to walk in on you and Gojo during an... intimate moment. But boy was he glad that he did.
Planning to tell you two about the cursed spirits that he had just delt with, he walked to your guy’s room. Without bothering to knock, the knob twisted under his palm.
The door barely opened a crack, before he heard what was happening. His face instantly turned red and he froze in place.
Shaking his head, he snapped out of his daze. What was he doing? He needed to leave and give you two your privacy!
…Right?
But he just couldn’t bring himself to leave. As perverted as it was, he was enjoying the sounds coming from the room.
One particular moan from you pushed his curiosity over the edge.
He stood there for a few moments, in an internal debate. But his lustful inquisitiveness got the best of him, and it only took a moment before he built up enough courage to take a peek inside.
Just a peek.
The way Gojo was thrusting his cock into you, the look on your face and the sounds coming out of your mouth, it made Geto feel things. He had never thought about either of you that way before. But now, after seeing such a sight, there would be no going back.
You two didn't notice Geto peering in from the crack of your door, so it was no harm right?
At least that's how he justified it.
The only trouble was that you two had noticed.
Gojo lifted your legs over his shoulders and lowered himself closer to you. His forearms were on each side of your head and he dipped his lips to pepper your neck with kisses as he bottomed out into your tight cunt.
Between kisses he traced his tongue up to your ear and whispered, "It looks like we have an audience," his head briefly tilted in the direction of the door.
"Suguru," he clarified, making sure his volume was low enough for your ears only. Your eyes widened and before you could reply his cock hit your g-spot, causing you to cry out in pleasure.
"Oh, you like that?" he asked loudly with a condescending smirk, tilting his head slightly. His words has a double meaning- you knew that when you nodded your head, looking up at him with a pleading expression.
"Who knew my sweet girl could be such a slut?" he chuckled and shook is head, "Use your words, princess, I need to hear you say it," he raised an eyebrow waiting for your confirmation, while simultaneously fucking you into the bed.
“Yes!” You managed to choke out the words between all the moans that left your lips, “Yes, Gojo, I do like it,” If it wasn’t already clear enough for him that you enjoyed Geto’s voyeurism, then your words would certainly confirm your consent.
From Suguru’s perspective, this was nothing but your typical dirty talk. He continued to watch in silence, oblivious that his presence was not only known- but also welcomed.
Gojo pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach, lifting your hips up to meet his and sliding his throbbing dick back inside.
"You want Suguru to see how good I fuck you?" He whispered as brought himself flush against you, “How much of a filthy slut you are for my cock?"
"Please, Satoru..." Your words were cut short by a gasp. Gojo had grabbed a handful of your hair and yanked your head back, causing your back to arch even further.
“Am I right?” He said through gritted teeth, pounding into you with a newfound strength.
“Yes I- Ah!- I love your cock,” you moan out. Legs trembling and face contorted with pleasure, the warmth in your abdomen seemed to grow as you near closer to your orgasm.
Geto's breathing grew heavy and the more he watched, the harder his cock became. He reached a hand down to palm himself through his pants, almost letting a groan escape his lips.
Gojo's grip in your hair tightened and his other hand found its way to your hip, using the grip to pull you into him repeatedly.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised, feeling your walls flutter around his cock, knowing how close you were.
With the hand on your hip, he snaked it down to rub at your clit. And with the final thrust and rub, your walls clenched around his cock, pulling him deeper into you. You screamed his name, letting your juices drip onto his thighs and bedsheets below you.
In all your ecstasy, your eyes rolled back and moans turned into whimpers. As Gojo kept his grip on your hair your mouth fell agape. You looked fucked out of your mind.
"Such a pretty sight," he praised, letting go of you and allowing your head to drop forward. He continued to fuck you as you rode out your high.
As your high died down, Geto's did not. What a sight to behold.
He watched with an unyielding focus, afraid to even blink and miss a moment of your beauty.
“Fuck, you get so tight when you cum,” Gojo groaned while his thrusts began to become erratic and desperate, “You want me to cum inside you, princess? Hmm? Want to feel my cum leak out of you?"
"Mhm," was the only reply you could muster up. You were absolutely spent.
"I'll take that as a yes," he chuckled.
He gave a few more thrusts before bottoming out into your pussy, releasing his load and filling you up to the brim. His head tilted back and his jaw dropped as he released a drawn out moan.
Gojo leaned over and kissed the top of your head as his hips slowly rocked to a stop. "You did so good, baby. So good," he whispered against the top of your head and pulled out, admiring the sight before him.
"Look at what a mess you made," he smirked.
You giggled lightly and slumped into the bed as Gojo released your hips, the exhaustion beginning to settle in.
Meanwhile, Geto remailed outside your bedroom door with a mixture of shock and craving.
A new found want was burning inside him. He had to have you, too.
He watched as Gojo gently took care of you and helped clean you up.
He felt guilty, but not for the reason you would think. Instead his guilt stemmed from the desire to take care of you and give you the aftercare you deserved too- as a way to show his appreciation for the sight he witnessed.
But he obviously wouldn't do that. Not now, at least.
Eventually, Geto pulled himself away from the crack of your bedroom door with great reluctance.
"Maybe one day," he muttered to himself, walking down the hall.
Maybe one day he'd have his chance with you. But until then, he'll have to make due with his fantasies. And the occasional secret attendance to your bedroom performances.
He was already looking forward to the next time another opportunity presented, the guilt now completely replaced with lust.
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As much as Geto didn't want to admit it, he had become addicted. Addicted to the feeling he got from watching you and Gojo.
There was something so invigorating about watching someone fuck, especially when it's your two best friends.
He felt bad at first, knowing that this was wrong. But he just couldn't stay away.
And now, after weeks of constant visits to your bedroom, his addiction had grown to something more.
He had no clue that you and Gojo knew of his presence. He had no clue that you two now purposely left your door cracked open.
No, Geto thought this was his own dirty little secret. And you and Gojo planned to keep it that way.
"Fuck!" Gojo moaned out, your name slipping past his lips.
His head was thrown back and his lips were parted, allowing all his sounds of pleasure to slip past them.
Your head was bobbing up and down as you sucked Gojo's cock, hands stroking his base. You hummed around his cock in response, sending vibrations up his body and pulling another loud groan from his mouth.
Geto had already been outside your door for a few minutes, but this was the first time he's ever seen you give Gojo a blowjob. It was a sight that made his pants tighten almost immediately, with precum staining his boxers.
He wanted so badly to be able to reach into his pants and relieve himself, but he didn't want to risk making any noise. He'd have to wait until he got back to his own room to jerk himself off, but it was worth it.
Every time it was worth it.
"God, just like that," Gojo praised, his fingers laced through your hair and pulled gently. Your hands moved to his thighs and you continued to bob your head up and down his cock.
You squeezed his legs as you pushed yourself further and further each time, letting the muscles of your throat relax until you could take his whole length.
"F-fuck," he groaned. His hips bucked involuntarily and he held his breath as he tried his best to control himself, but failed.
The sensation was too overwhelming, and Gojo quickly found himself tipping on the edge of his climax.
He was close, so close. You could feel his cock twitch against your tongue. Your name slipped from his mouth, over and over, in between his strangled moans.
And when he finally came, Geto watched as Gojo's eyes squeezed shut and his chest heaved.
Your mouth stayed wrapped around his cock as his release filled your throat. And you made sure to swallow every drop while watching Gojo’s blissed expression.
The sight almost had Geto moaning, which he quickly stifled by biting his bottom lip. That was a close call.
As the two of you were left panting, Geto silently slipped away from your bedroom door and retreated to his own room.
Once he got there, his pants were quickly undone and thrown off.
As he slipped off his boxers, he couldn’t help but wonder if this habit of his was becoming too much.
But then the image of you kneeling over Gojo’s cock- ass up in the air while you sucked him off- quickly dissolved any hesitation.
He began stroking himself at the memory. And it wasn't long before his mind wandered further.
He thought about how good you'd look sitting on his cock. How you'd feel bouncing up and down. How he’d love to take his time with you, tasting every part of your sweet body.
God, he wanted you so bad. No- he needed you. And as he imagined you moaning his name, a moan of his own slipped past his lips.
His hand stroked faster and harder until his orgasm was upon him. His mouth fell agape as ropes of cum spurted onto his fist.
As he slowly came down from his high reality began to set in. He let out a deep sigh and ran his clean hand through his hair.
Geto knew this wasn’t healthy. He knew his actions were wrong. But that didn’t stop him. In fact, the knowledge that what he was doing was so wrong was half the fun.
So what if he was addicted to watching his best friends fuck? What harm was there in that?
All he knew was that he yearned to be a part of it, to experience the intimacy shared between you and Gojo. But until then, he was more than content to observe from the sidelines.
Summary: You try to go to a Halloween costume wearing pretty scandalous costume. Both your boyfriends disagree with your choice, but you plainly ignore them. They decide to take matters into their own hands and punish you for it.
Characters Gojo Satoru x AFAB!Reader x Geto Suguru
A/N: Kinktoner Day 18: Scandalous Costume! Ahhh my boys!! 😈 I would wear those just to get a rise out of them!
“No.” Satoru nearly drops the case of beer he’s holding as you step out of the bathroom. “No, what the fuck are you wearing?!”
You give him an incredulous glare, eyeing yourself up and down before fixing your attention back on him. “Uhm, I am wearing a nurse costume for the Halloween party.” Your white-haired boyfriend scuffs as emotion down to yourself to emphasize the point; in fact, we’re wearing a costume as it was clear as day.
“No, you're not wearing that shit!”
“Yes, I am!”
Satoru scrubs a hand down his face as he puts the beer on the kitchen counter. “Suguru!” he yells down the hall for help from his best friend and partner. “I need your help with this!” Suguru sighed b as he walked out of the bathroom, smoothing out the scrubs he had on before tugging on the white doctor's coat.
“What?”
“Did you know what she was planning on wearing tonight?!” Satoru asks, in a matching teal scrub, set complete with a stethoscope.
Suguru doesn’t even bother looking in your direction. He reached for the fridge, grabbing the fruit tray you were bringing along with the beer. “She’s got a cute little nurse outfit because we’re both going to this as doctors.” Suguru places the fruit tray on the counter.
“She cannot go to the party dressed like that.”
“Satoru.” Suguru chastises, giving him an almost disgusted look. “She can wear whatever she wants. I bet there will be more girls at this party wearing less clothes than she is. It’s fun; we’ll take off whatever little she has on when we get home.” Around the same time, Satoru realizes Suguru probably has no idea what you’re wearing. So, he grabs both sides of his boyfriend’s face without saying a word before turning his head to face you. When his violet eyes lock on you, his jaw drops.
When you said, you were going to dress as a nurse for this party. He had expected a cute little dress, maybe some thigh-high socks and heels. With whatever hat in the prepackaged costume. Maintaining sexy and cute at the same time. What you were wearing was considered as fucking lingerie! You wore a tight, one-piece, white lace lingerie corset set with red trimming that barely covered your ass.
Your boots were leather and a bright red, going up to the top of your thighs. And, of course, to ensure they didn’t fall, garter belts were fastened to your underwear so he could see as clearly as day through the lacy top you were wearing. The most wholesome part of your costume had to be the little nurse's head on the top of your head. Everything else looked like it was straight off of a porn site.
You looked fucking hot. That was the truth in black-and-white writing! You looked perfect. Your ass was voluptuous and delicious! But there was no way he would let you leave the house in that lingerie.
“No,” Suguru repeated his best friend's words from several minutes before. “You cannot wear that.”
Your cheeks puff out, and frustration as your well-done makeup glitters in the apartment's light. “I am!” You stick your bottom lip out, crossing your arms over your chest effectively, pushing your breasts that are already popping out together. “I did not seriously just spend an hour getting ready for you to tell me to change into something stupid.” Your boyfriend exchange with each other; their eyes have a silent conversation.
“You’re not wearing that, " both boyfriends said in unison. I told you this conversation was over.
So much your dismay the boys you put on boring scrub that they had. You weren’t going to let us stand, though. You had a plan when they would never come.
When you all got to Shoko and Utahime’s for the party, you immediately took off, telling them you needed to use the restroom. You insisted that they have their fun, and they, of course, took the bait. You smirk as you watch them hurry off to a table to grab some drink as you set off to invoke your devilish little scheme.
“Where is she?” Satoru asked, looking over the heads of everyone else walking around. In one hand, he was nursing Cola, and the other toyed with the badge that read “Dr. Sexy” attached to his chest.
“She’s fine, Satoru.” Suguru had it in his leg, shaking as he looked around the room for you. “She’s gotta be around here somewhere.”
Part of Satoru wanted to believe that, but he knew you. You tended to get a little pissy whenever you were told not to do something. And when you got pissy, you turned into a brat. It was only a matter of time before you started doing something to get back at them for making you change.
He huffed out a sigh, about ready to give up on his quest to find you. When he heard a whistle from across the room, he turned his head to the sound, looking over to see a few men standing off to the side, pointing at a woman passing by. One seemed eerily similar to you, which couldn’t be because you weren’t wearing the skin costume you had on earlier.
“There’s no fucking way,” Satoru grumbled, smacking Suguru’s arm, motioning him to join his side. “Please tell me you weren’t seeing what I’m seeing.”
There was a sharp huff from the longer-haired man as he pushed himself out of the chair, following his best friend's gaze. He stopped watching as your doppelgänger bent over the table, reaching for a drink. As much as he wanted to believe it wasn’t you, he knew your cute ass anywhere.
And that cute ass was currently bent over a table, grabbing a drink from Yuki, who reached over to toy with the lingerie corset you were wearing. The same one they both had told you not to wear. Both of your boyfriends moved before they could even think. They pushed past people, gritting their teeth with every glance. A guy stole it from you. Wanting to end the ones who are practically undressing you and eye fucking you right there in the room.
They had no issues with you wearing what you wanted. But when you were dressed like that in a room where men had trouble controlling themselves, they got protective. Besides, this costume, if you could even call it a costume, was nearly see-through, exposing parts of your skin that they didn’t want other people to see. They were possessive and protective in every way they could be. So they were pissed off with your little stunt was a bit of an understatement.
“You look so good!” Yuki cheered down her beer before draping an arm over her boyfriend, Choso. “Like seriously, dude, you look amazing!”
“Thank you!” You pulled back one of the red straps to your garter belt, snapping it against your thigh. “The boys didn’t want me wearing this, but I’m a grown woman who can handle myself!”
“Is that so?” A chill ran down your spine as you choked on your rum and Coke. “You can handle yourself?”
Yuki hissed quickly, averting her eyes as she tried to focus on anything other than the towering men above you. “Yikes, come on, Cho.” And within the snap of a finger, your best friend abandoned you to the wolves circling you.
At first, you froze, unsure of what to do or what to say. The smell of clean linen, mint, and pure musk invaded your senses. Usually, it brought you a sense of comfort, but tonight, it made your stomach twist and knots. You had to be strong, though you were making a point. This was your choice! You wanted to prove to them that you were fully capable of making your own decisions.
Whether they liked it or not.
Tilting your head back, you looked up at the two men glaring down at you. “Oh, hi, guys.” You took a long drawl of your drink. “I decided to get into something a little more comfortable.” Suguru and Satoru gave each other another look, one you weren’t able to read. “I hope you don’t mind.” To emphasize your point, you took the strap on your garter belt again and pulled it out as far as possible before snapping it against your skin.
“Oh, you wanna be comfortable?”
“That is what she said.”
Satoru grabs a handful of your hair, tugging your head to the side, allowing Suguru to slide down his mouth, pressing against your ear. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news. But this little outfit you’re wearing is far from comfortable.” In a single swoop, you were lifted off the ground.
“H-Hey!” Your cheeks were on fire as the boys paid no mind to anyone else clearing a path as they headed for the basement. “W-What are you guys doing?!”
Satoru went down first, ensuring the basement, normally reserved for Shoko’s close friends, was empty. “Oh, she doesn’t know what’s going on.” Satoru scoffed as bounded up the stairs, locking the door behind him as Suguru carried you down the stairs. “You’re so cute when you act stupid.” Satoru’s hand slapped firmly against your ass, drawing out a scream from you.
“You said you wanted to be comfortable.”
“Mhmm~ and that tight corset is far from being comfortable.” Satoru purred, tilting his head to the side. “So the only reasonable thing for us to do is to help you get even more comfortable.”
“Exactly; what kind of boyfriends would we be if we just let you suffer?”
Suguru sat down on the couch as Satoru came up behind you grinding his hips against the bed of your ass. “G-Guys, let’s talk about this, Haah!” You cried out as Satoru’s fingers hooked underneath the flimsy fabric of your outfit, tugging to the side, revealing the pink jeweled butt plug you had in. “I-I was trying to make a point!”
“A point we can read loud and clear.” Suguru hummed, his hands working at your breasts, squeezing and massaging them as he buckled his hips up against you. The swell of his cock rubbed perfectly over your clit. “Poor Princess just wants some attention, it seems.”
Satoru hummed in agreement, nodding as he grabbed the butt plug that was firmly placed in your ass, gently tugging on it, causing you to moan as it caught against the rim of your hole. “We can give you all the attention you want.” He slowly twisted the toy before pushing it back in, repeating the movement over and over again as Suguru continued grinding against it.
“I don't need attention.”
“That’s what your actions say. You blatantly disobeyed us. Fuck you lied to us. We can see exactly what you want and need now.” Suguru ripped the lazy corset down, shredding the thin material as he freed your breasts. “You wanted our attention.”
“And you got it.” Satoru finished as he yanked the butt plug out, causing you to cry out, tears forming in your eyes.
Oh, you had fucked up, you fucked up bad!
Before you have any time to register what’s going on, you feel the velvety smooth skin of both their cocks against you. Before Satoru grabs a handful of your hair and yanks it back, Suguru halts his hand before you. You stare at him, open, confused as to what he wants, until he flatten it out just below your chin.
“Spit.” He commands, and you oblige.
Satoru follows his lead, turning your head to face his hand, which is pushed directly in front of you. “My turn, Sweetheart.” You are starting to question your life’s choices and decisions at that moment. But you wanted to act on your own accord and thought you were making the right choice; I know you had to live with the consequences. Satoru hummed as you spat into his open palm. “Well, look at that. She does know how to listen.” That causes butterflies to flutter deep inside your stomach in your pussy as you listen to them stroking themselves with your spit.
“Too bad you didn’t listen to us earlier.”
In an instant, you’re filled with both of their cocks. Suguru is inside you fast and hard, while his white-haired best friend is slightly more gentle. So, push inside the tight ring of your hole. Both men have before kissing and nipping at your skin, allowing you, thankfully, to adjust to their sizes. You’re shaking, forming in the corner of your mouth as you cry softly.
“Holy fuck.” you whisper, eyes rolling back as they continue pushing inside of you.
“Yeah? This is what you needed, Princess?” Suguru asks as he gently begins fucking in and out of your cunt. “Need to put you in your place.”
You whimpered, tilting your head back before rocking against them, not caring about the sting of being so full. Your head spun as your walls twitched around your best friends and lovers. "Y-Yes! Punish me! I’m sorry for being such a bad girl." You cried out before pressing your lips so softly against Suguru’s that your request was barely audible.
Satoru groaned grout as he watched Suguru's eyes roll back. “Yeah, Sweetheart, you need to fuck some sense back into? Because we all know how much of a good girl you are." Suguru nodded in agreement, grunting as he began thrusting a bit faster in and out of you.
You whimpered as you gripped a handful of Suguru's hair, your lips moving against his as you rocked back against Gojo. "M-mmm yes, Toru~ I need that so bad! Fuck me back to my senses, please!!."
Watching his best friend so shamelessly fuck up into you like you were flash had him growling. He swapped your ass before pressing his cock further inside of you, stretching you out. "Don't worry, baby, we'll put you back in your place, won’t we, Suguru?”
“Fuck yeah, we will.” Suguru huffed out as he nipped and sucked at your neck, marking you up, so there would be no doubt who you belonged to when you left the basement. “We’ll make sure to get those senses back in line.”
You felt dizzy as both your boyfriends were fucking into you as fast and as hard as they could, not giving you a break in the slightest. They were treating you like the brat you had been all night. "I-I feel so full." You said in a begging tone. "Toru feels good! Fuck!” Suguri looked up at you with a guttural growl as he grabbed your thighs, driving his cock up inside you.
"Princess~ are tot nnngh so good for your daddy’s, the rest of the night?~" Suguru growled in your ear before pulling back to watch the blissful expression on Satoru’s face as he fucked you hard.
You take your bottom lip between your teeth, biting it hard as you nod. Gasping as Satoru nipped and suckled at your shoulders. "Y-Yeah~ I can be a good girl for my daddies!!" Your eyes watered at the dual and rough sensation of being so full and fucked mercilessly. “I'll be good! I’ll be a good girl, I promise!”
Suguru groaned as he felt Satoru thrust in and out with him, their cocks pressed up against each other through your thin walls. Making it feel good for all of you. You cried and begged for more. Finding this double penetration is less like a punishment and more like a reward for you. For a second, you thought maybe you should act up more from now on. Both of them picked up on your pleasure, and they chuckled as they pressed kisses all over you before starting a pace that they both immediately picked up on, their cocks plunging into you desperately.
It wasn’t soft at all. It was fast and hard, and they were fucking you as hard as they could. You can barely handle it anymore as you grab onto Suguru’s shoulders. "Oh fuck~ d-daddies!!" your pussy and ass throbbed around them, lips pressed together, as she cried out. “G-Getting close!” Both groaned loudly as you continued to throb. They sped up, growling and moaning as they rut up against each other.
"Do you even deserve to cum?" Suguru panted, a dark brow cocked.
"Yeah, maybe we should just edge you all night,” Satoru added, smirking as you made a cute little sound of protest, which made his eyes roll back.
“N-No! Please, I’ll be good! Let me please, please!!”
“What do you think, Satoru?”
“Hmm, I don't know, Suguru.”
You whimper, and it’s so pathetic and weak but also cute at the same fucking time. “Please!!” Tears stream down your cheeks as you scream for them to show mercy. And seeing those tears ruin the perfect makeup you had worked so long on is what they were waiting for.
“Cum for us,” Suguru growls, losing all of his control as he fucks you deeper and harder, bruising your cervix almost.
“Cum on, Sweetheart~ cum for us, baby!”
You screamed in pleasure as you came hard. Squirting on Suguru as you convulse around Satoru. Your dark-haired boyfriend in maroon scrubs groaned needly, his hips stuttering as he felt his load fill you up; his head was thrown back, and all he could focus on was your sweet tight pussy. While Satoru, on the other hand, was fucking feral as he slammed into your ass a few more times before growling, nearly roaring out loud in pleasure, as he gripped your hips, slamming home one last time before cumming inside your ass.
Time to stop as the three of you lay there, panting heavily, recovering from the intensity of your orgasms. But for your boyfriend, don’t stop as nearly long as it stops for you because, in an instant, you’re flipped onto your back. You blink several times, trying to process what’s going on as your afterglow fades.
“W-What are you—nngh!!” you arch off the sofa as Suguru positions and stuff between your legs, instantly eating your pussy out. “Fuck!!” you fingers, tangle, and strands of hair as Satoru wraps his long, pretty fingers around your neck, gently, squeezing off your air supply. “Haaah~ fuck Toru?”
“Or did you seriously think a little double penetration was gonna be your punishment?” he laughed right in your face, and it was full of humor and darkness that had your legs closing around Suguru’s head. “Ohh, sweetheart, you’re in for a long fucking night.”
“But you’re in good hands with us,” Suguru adds before flicking his tongue over your clit. “Trust us~ we’re doctors for tonight, princess.”
awh. can’t sleep, sweet thing? c’mere so i can whisper sweet lullabies about satoru and suguru putting you on a pedestal each time you do so much as breathe.
it’s not their fault, y’know. you just had to melt away the rust that clings to their shadows, lapping up the bitter aftertaste of guilt— shunning it aside to plant seeds of devotion instead.
(and oh how they water it with their touch.)
tender touches, but not the gentle kind. no, this one lingers like the ringing silence after a lovesong too sweet— the haunting absence after simply being. it makes you a little afraid, about what would happen if their hands were to leave your sacred skin.
luckily for you, they know how to kiss those worries away.
“god, look at you,” satoru murmurs into your jaw, ivory locks tickling your nose. “so pretty. so— so. . you. and aaall for us, hm?”
behind you, suguru lets out a hum— and you feel it snake its way down your throat, softly wrapping its teeth around the silly words that threaten to spill. not to choke you— no, he’d never hurt you. but enough to make you still completely. “you think so loudly,” his thumb mellows out the tension in your wrist, “quiet now, sweet one.”
“pretty, pretty, pretty,” satoru carries on, pressing his mouth against your collarbone. he stays there for a while— unmoving, perhaps to engrave hushed, saccharine prayers into your bones. you feel every single one, trapping them between your ribs so they could help you sleep whenever they were away.
“and all ours,” suguru finishes for him, his nose brushing against your nape— breathing you in like a lost sailor’s serenade, like you’re the sun and the sea and everything in between, his stolen solace that he can’t bear to see hurt.
their love stings a little, but god if you don’t pick up the broken pieces just to feel it once again.
──── ❝ 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 ! . . . starring satoru and suguru ’s highly unnecessary coddling after a braincell depriving mission of yours :: gn!reader :: all three are adults :: fluff + crack :: reader is implied to be a sorcerer as well ::
oh, fuck off, margaret. you think i’ve got the time to hear you waffle about your gay baby daddy’s quirky shenanigans when i could be preaching about how satoru and suguru take care of you after a brain wracking, bone twisting mission?
(i mean, yeah. i’ve got priorities.)
so, here’s the thing. feeling your ears getting scraped raw by the endless prattle of the higher ups, combined with the fuckass curses who somehow always, always know when your cursed energy limits itself— yeah, that’s. . that’s an experience, alright. an experience that you would’ve offed from your brain with painful pleasure, if it wasn’t for these two idiots to cuddle you silly because of it.
“look who’s here,” satoru hums, gathering you in his arms as soon as a mere whiff of your scent seeps into the house— your house, your home. “suguru, get the extravagant feast ready for our corporate employee. i’ll fix the bath.” his nose bumps against the crown of your head, a silent apology that he doesn’t owe you— despite his theatrics. “and keep your voice down, please, or else this household is going bonkers.”
“shut up,” you mumble, your words unable to do any real damage from the sheer weight of the day’s events. “i’m going to bed.”
“not in this sexy uniform you aren’t,” suguru raises a brow after appearing from the kitchen porch, exchanging a look with satoru— which honestly, is valid, because the curse’s remains is not very . . resplendent to look at. or smell. then again, you can’t give any less fucks about what went inside your nostrils given how tired you are. “i’m not changing.”
you feel a hand gently pry away the duffle from your phantom grip— one that isn’t satoru’s. “i’m not asking you. six eyes here will do the trick.”
“can you please stop referring to me like i’m some kind of secret mouse-katool from those hotdog freaks? i’m a perfectly functional man,” satoru huffs, blowing stray strands from your face before helping you out of your uniform, a spare tshirt of his already on the go.
suguru follows you two to the bedroom, holding a bowl of something you can’t quite make out, eyebrows raised to the maximum. “don’t give yourself so much credit. at least mickey mouse has a valid trademark of being obnoxious, unlike a certain failed albino i know.” he blows on a spoonful of— soup, now as you see it— and presses it against your lips. not forceful, but ever so present. you’re about to shun it away until— “c’mon, honey.”
holy shit.
what does this guy think of himself?
that he’ll just— what, utter a petname or two with that stupidly fond shell engraved into his gaze everytime he looks at you, and you’ll open your mouth to let him feed you? haaah, what a loser, you think, your eye twitching—
“you’re annoying,” before you open your mouth to let him feed you. “like, seriously. who the fuck makes soup at one am?”
“a fair point,” hums satoru, and his grip on you shifts a little so your back rests more comfortably against him. “whatever happened to the extravagant feast i commanded for our breadwinner here?”
“you try conjuring up something edible with only half a carrot and gone beans to your name,” suguru scrunches his nose, but his gentle ministrations never cease. the soup tastes as familiar as ever, tiny rivulets of their love mixing with the mild umami.
you try to make them linger for longer than they can, listening to the methodical clink! of the ceramic between his words.
“i told you to go through the list properly, satoru.”
“imagine being blind with six eyes,” you quip, and the sheer strength of the mortified gasp satoru lets out behind you nearly breaks the steady air currents over tokyo. “whaaat? don’t look at me like that. you always forget something, dumbass.”
“and this wasn’t just something,” suguru’s fingertip brushes away a stray drop of soup that had trickled down your chin. “he bought the entire diabetes inducing company before realising that i’d asked him to get a can of beans.”
“now wait just a minute,” satoru says, and you stifle a laugh at how flustered he sounds. “i got you the can of beans at the end. that’s— that’s what matters. and, excuse me, i’m not sure i like my lovers twaddle about me like i’m the mayor of losertown or whatever.”
(a pause.)
“. . . did you just roast yoursel— satoru!” you squeal as all the weight of six universes and a half crash down onto you like a death sentence uncalled for, the smell of satoru’s reluctant delight and your weary, but happy noises of mischief filling the air.
“there, there, don’t break the bed,” suguru gets off the bed with the now empty bowl, shaking his head. the tiredness is still there, no doubt.
but if it means to watch suguru attach the bits and pieces from satoru and your laughter into his own smile as he walks out of the room— you shall gladly do it, all over again.
spending the last night of the year on a nearby beach with satoru and suguru seems like someone’s idea of a date ( spoiler alert -> you’re someone. ) gn!reader. fluff. crack. i miss them. TTTTT
“oookay, mamas. have we got everything?”
“yes,” suguru echoes, for what feels like the two thousand and twenty fifth this hour. “don’t nag.” well, you can’t exactly blame him— satoru is extra annoying when he’s having the zoomies. although, whether it’s the from new year excitement or the cold, you can’t tell.
“wasn’t that your job?” you mutter, wincing a little when the heavens cry out before you above the city you three left behind. you can only imagine what it’d be like back in jujutsu high— bass boosted fireworks and cheap lasagna wasn’t exactly what you’d call a good omen for a new year.
“don’t sass me, sweetheart, i’ve had enough of this god forsaken year,” suguru brushes away the dirt that clings to his sleeve, watching satoru’s attempt at calling midnight mermaid babes, or what the youtube video said. “what the fuck is this guy doing?”
(yeah, you need to restrict his online access.)
“c’mon, loosen up a lil’,” you nudge his arm, eyes settling on his moonlit face. suguru looks pretty like this, and you let yourself watch. let yourself consume.
just this once.
“is it the gummy bears talking?” a hum leaves his lips, melting into somewhere at the back of your stomach— trapping the words that threaten to come out. “i told him not to the get the alcohol ones.”
“doesn’t matter,” you laugh, head dipping back to see the stars raining down on you, one comet at a time.
the air feels. . easy. like the lump lodged into your throat never existed. like your hands don’t tremble the way they always do, each time they breathe in too close. like your eyes don’t catch the way they look back at you over their shoulders.
every.
single.
time.
“woah there,” you blink, feeling suguru’s hands steady you— so, so warm against your shoulders that they make the sun on the other side writhe with shame. “careful. you’re pretty out of it.”
“i’m not,” a huff escapes your throat before you can put a leash on it, but suguru doesn’t mind. of course he doesn’t. not when you look his sweet death wrapped in flickering stardust and distant firework screams— eyes melting into his own, and breath dripping honey like liquor. not a temptation, no.
you’re a promise wrapped in chinese takeout papers.
“ ’course you’re not,” suguru stares.
you stare back.
you don’t say anything when he takes a step forward. when one of his hands finds your own, fingers threading through yours like the most precious tapestry to ever exist. when the other cradles your jaw, thumb brushing softly against your lips, gaze sitting you down on an altar high enough to make the god green with envy.
“suguru,” you whisper.
“shh,” is all he says.
your eyes flutter close, and you feel the softest brush of his mouth against yours.
then—
“oh my god,” comes a scandalized shriek, and all of a sudden— you’re ripped apart from suguru like a moth just knowing that the flame will burn, “how dare y— i leave for one moment and this is what you guys do?”
suguru's fingertips press into his temple, and you’re very much aware of a vein flickering. “satoru.”
“what?” satoru says, pressing you deeper into his chest, as if to emphasize the mortification that you two just subjected him to. “what were you doing?”
“we were kissing,” suguru deadpans.
satoru, on instinct, wriggles his eyebrows. “without me?”
(a pause.)
“satoru, i solemnly swear that i will shove that lollipop so far up your ass that—” you grumble against satoru’s chest, trying to escape his fatal grip— but it only makes your voice more muffled in the process, burst out laughs filling the warm, snowy air and a reluctant tsk from suguru to join.
“oh, man,” satoru wheezes, before pulling you back to take a look at you. really look at you.
because right now?
you’re the prettiest tragedy he’s ever seen.
“cute little thing, aren’t cha,” he coos, and you scrunch your nose from the faux babytalk. “i think that it’s about to be midnight soon, though, so don’t frown so much unless ya want permanent wrinkles for the rest of the year.”
“you’re the one to talk,” suguru flicks satoru’s forehead, the faintest hint of a smirk lighting up the corner of his lips.
“says the guy with a bubble butt.”
“what.”
“that’s why you wear balloon pants, don’t you?” satoru rolls his eyes, “to hide that massive ca—”
“i’m going to report you for harrasment.”
“you love me too much,” satoru grins, but you know it’s true. suguru does love him too much. and so do you. your sickeningly sweet boy carrying a piece of the sky in his eyes, trapping you both in the orbit he runs on. but that’s okay. you’d wait a million light years if it means that he’ll come by to your planet again.
“it’s happening,” suguru nods, quickly checking the time on his watch. “in five seconds.”
“four,” says satoru.
“three.”
“two,” you murmur.
“one,” and your arms have already pulled them close, bones crushing onto one another and rasping out little laughs. they stiffen against you for a second, but it doesn’t last long— nothing ever does, when they’re near.
(that doesn’t mean that you won’t try to hold on.)
“happy new years,” you hear suguru whisper and an arm tightens around you.
someone kisses your forehead, you can’t tell who— it doesn’t matter, though, really, when all you hear is their steady heartbeats thundering against your own.
