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⤷ BACK OF THE NET
呪術廻戦 after overhearing you playing piano, satoru seems to have fallen hard for you. the only problem? he's not allowed to date. but who's to stop him.
TAGS ⎯⎯ pianist f! reader & soccer player! gojo ┆ 9.7k words . fluff , a bit of angst , unsupportive parents , geto will be ooc (?) college au , brief smut, gojo falls first and hard . fic reupload art by @thatsallitchief
If you were to tell gojo three years ago that he had fallen in love during college, the boy would have laughed in your face.
But it's true, Gojo is in love.
And not with a cheerleader from his games, a sorority he'd hooked up with or a stripper he'd have charmed with his stupid grin.
But with a pianist.
A very gorgeous and talented one who he would sit down next to hours on end, listening to the new song you had learned to play. a beauty he would die for. And most importantly, the girl that he is one minute away from getting down on a knee for.
And it all started with a forgotten notebook.
⟢
"Where the fuck is my notebook." Gojo muttered, searching his backpack twice. Then he looked in his locker, his gym bag, under the bench, even. His eyebrows furrowed until a groan left his lips.
It wasn't like it magically grew a pair of legs, but he still looked behind the vending machine as well. Just to be extra sure.
"This cannot be happening.." The last he needed was losing the one journal he actually used and the one that had his homework in it, especially not after a long night of practice that had his limbs feeling like spaghetti noodles. He just wanted to go home and drool into his pillow, sleeping off into another world.
"Looking for something?" Suguru chimed in, watching as his friend pulled out everything from inside his locker. His soccer uniform dropped onto the floor but Gojo was too exhausted to even care.
He shot a scowl towards the pierced boy. "My notebook man.. I lost it."
Gojo tried to recall where he had last used it. But there was no hope with how fried his brain was. He dropped his body dramatically onto the bench with a whine that sounded like it had come from a child.
"I have Monday's assignment in there."
"For what class?" Suguru slipped on his shirt over his body, closing his locker shut before turning to Satoru. "Biochemistry.." That’s when the memory hit him straight in the face.
He had left the notebook in his class, on the desk he sat in right next to the window.
Gojo immediately stood up, causing his head to feel dizzy, grabbing his bag to place on his broad shoulder. "Gotta go, see ya." He gave his friend a quick harsh pat on his back, rushing towards the door.
How could he be so dumb to leave it behind?
He has been so focused on his upcoming winter game that he was in a rush to get to practice on time.
You’re late three times to practice? You’re out.
The walk to his science class was a blur. Dodging small talk from other teammates and the cold weather practically freezing his balls off.
By the time he reached his biochem room, the hallway was eerily quiet as he slipped into the classroom.
There it was, sitting right there on his desk.
He could almost cry tears of joy.
Gojo let out a breath of relief, retrieving back the journal full of doodles and important notes. But most importantly, a poorly drawn portrait of his professor as a disgruntled frog that would definitely get him in trouble if said professor got his hands on it.
He clutched it close to his chest dramatically.
The door clicked quietly behind him. He was about to head towards his car that was parked in front of the field when a sudden sound floated down the hallway, reaching his ears.
It was music.
Well, a piano.
That's what it was.
The notes were as delicate as the raindrops that were hitting the window.
His head tilted to the side, following where the tunes were coming from in between the crack of the door.
Gojo knew he should have just gone home and attempted to get more than four hours of sleep for once, but the sound had him entranced like a siren call.
And that's when he saw you for the first time.
You looked so focused, eyes locked on the keys under your pretty fingers. You haven’t noticed him yet, peeking through the crack of the door like a creep.
Gojo held himself closer, steadying his body on the door, trying to get a good look at you. Maybe he could make out your face if he leaned in just a bit closer. But he only managed to fall, causing the door to open wide and for you to freeze.
Your fingers hovered over the piano, eyes blown wide completely startled.
"Oh my gosh- I am so sorry!" he exclaimed, pushing himself off the ground, wincing at the feeling of a now forming bruise on his knee. He was tripping over his words, trying to explain why he was even peeking in the first place, but he fell silent when you approached him.
You had to be an angel with the way you were staring up at him. "Are you alright?" your voice was even better. It was so gentle.
'Angels play the piano.. I had no idea' gojo thought.
"Uhhhhh, yeah. yeah, I'm alright." He answered quietly, eyes drawn to your lips. "You play really beautifully"
"Oh, thank you."
"Yup!" With that, he rushed out the door, face blushed to the max and heart beating faster than it does when he's out on the field. 'Holy fuck, who was that beauty?' His hand felt light.
Way too light.
He looked down just to see that he had forgotten his notebook, again.
Gojo would rather dig a hole and die in it than go back and face you after his sudden departure.
Your footsteps clicked on the floor, tilting your head to see gojo standing there, contemplating if he should turn around or not. "Hi again, you forgot this.."
You lifted up his journal.
"R-right, I forgot about that." He let out a nervous chuckle, reaching behind him doing a little grabby motion with his hand, back still turned towards you.
You were confused by his behavior but didn't question it, gently placing the book in his hand.
"Thank you." The flushed boy squeaked out.
You bit back a smile, watching as he tried to discreetly sneak a look at you over his shoulder.
"No problem!" you chirped, turning around to walk back into the music room. He let out a breath he didn't even realize he was holding, body now turned to fully face your figure as you walked away.
"... Wow." he whispered.
⟢
"And then she smiled up at me, like the prettiest smile I have ever seen. I'm not even joking that girl is heaven sent. I regret not running after her because oh my god, Suguru- Suguru are you even listening to me?"
"I’ma keep it a buck, fuck no." Suguru grumbled, scrolling on his phone which was far more interesting than the summarization Gojo has been giving him for the past two hours.
"You're an ass." Gojo grumbled, flopping on his belly on his bed, messing up his navy blue covers. "Let me see if she has instagram.. wait fuck, I dunno her name."
"Wait, you have a crush on a girl whose name you do not know?" The black haired boy stared away from the screen, looking up at his enamored best friend.
"Well like I was saying, she slipped from my fingers last night. I was too shocked from her ethereal face to even process anything"
"Then I don't fucking know what to tell ya, just leave me the hell alone."
Gojo hummed. "Whatever." he swung his feet in the air, twirling around his hair as he thought back to you. His friend gave him a look of disgust because never in his 15 years of being friends with Satoru had he ever seen him in love.
It freaked him out.
⟢
Gojo brought the ice pack to his cheek, mumbling a curse under his breath. The daydreamer was knocked out of his pondering when the soccer ball hit him straight in the cheek bone, smacking him hard enough to bruise.
He received a quick scolding from his coach on how he needed to get his head out of his ass and start playing harder now that the final game was closing in.
One second he was imagining you and your sweet smile and the other he was on the ground. He physically couldn't stop thinking back at you and the events of last night. Gojo threw away the bag with the now melted ice in a nearby trash can, slowly making his way to the music room.
'please be there, please be there, please please please!'
And then..
"Thank you god..." he whispered at the sight of you.
You were walking so peacefully, flipping the pages full of music in your hands, trying to pick which song to practice tonight. A stupid smile grew on Gojo's face. You had on a simple but cute white blouse and a brown skirt, the typical outfit you'd expect a pianist to wear.
You tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, too focused to notice the 6 foot boy practically stalking you in the dark. He did a little inner cheer, beaming with happiness after you finally looked up, making eye contact with him.
"Oh, hello." You greeted him sweetly. "You're the guy who face planted yesterday, right?"
He froze, embarrassed.
"Yea.. I'm Satoru." He held the door open for you, watching as you entered before closing the door behind him. He flashed you his dorky but genuine smile but quickly regretted it. 'Why the hell did I do that? What's wrong with me?' Any negative thoughts disappeared the second you giggled, making his brain short-circuit.
"I'm y/n."
He gave himself a pat on the back at achieving your name. "y/n, huh?" He tested it out himself, looking around to prevent himself from ogling you.
"So um, last night, I didn't get to listen to you finish playing that song."
You grabbed the back of your skirt, sitting down on the piano chair, patting the fabric down so it didn't stick up awkwardly.
"The one I was doing before you so rudely interrupted me?" Your focus shifted back onto him, scooting on the piano seat to make room for him.
He was surprised at the offer, but quickly acted on it. The muscular boy happily sat down next to his new crush.
"I can play it again if you'd like. It was love me by Elvis Presley." You positioned your fingers on their assigned keys, glancing at Satoru.
The simple eye contact drove him crazy. Gojo could feel the back of his neck heating up but shook it off as you began to play.
Your fingers glided around the keyboard out of pure memory. It made him hold his breath so he wouldn't miss hearing a second. His eyes weren't set on your hands but on your face, fully focused. It was enough for his heart to run wild. Not like it wasn’t already.
You ended the song with one final push on the keyboard, looking up at him and the stupid smile that was plastered on his face.
"That was good.. really good"
"I know." You grinned. He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head as his tongue darted out to lick his slightly chapped lips.
"Do you play?"
Gojo hummed. "Nah. I’d like to, but I’m too busy with soccer."
"You play soccer?" You asked curiously.
"Yeah, you couldn't tell from my sweat?"
"I thought you just had a bad sweating problem."
Gojo let out a groan. "that's fuckin' embarrassing." He dragged a hand down his face.
a snort escaped you unknowingly, making him turn to look at you again, forcing you to bring your hand up to cover your mouth in embarrassment. "Sorry."
"For what?"
He did not care. like at all.
"Um.. nothing. So, is listening to me play the piano all you came back for?"
The hand that previously rubbed his face now made its way to the back of his neck, nervously rubbing it.
"Sort of, I came back mostly because I wanted to get to know you. I've never seen you before and I just.. I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me sometime." His own words surprised him. That is not at all the reason he showed up.
A faint blush attacked your cheeks. "Really?" Your voice softened even more.
"Yeah, really."
You were hesitant, but eventually nodded. "I'd really like that."
But he was thankful his mouth spoke involuntarily. “Yeah? Great, that’s great..”
⟢
Gojo gently closed the door behind him, letting out a tired sigh. His hands were covering the bottom half of his face, not being able to process the fact that he asked you out, and you said yes.
He began walking to his dorm, ready to tell Suguru what happened. His hands were shaky, opening up his phone to stare at the new contact on his list. Yours. He clicked on the edit button, replacing the number with your name.
“Suguru!” Gojo yelled after entering his room. “Bro bro bro,” he smacked the exposed back of his friend, to which Suguru responded by smacking it away. “I did it, I asked her out and I got her number.”
Suguru grunted. “So?”
Gojo rolled his eyes. “Dude, can you at least pretend to be proud of me? Fuck you so negative for?”
Suguru placed his phone down, shifting to lay against his elbow to face gojo. “Just confused and weirded out that you’re serious about a girl. You’re always sleeping around so yeah, it’s fucking weird that you’re suddenly Mr. Lover Boy.”
Gojo’s eyebrows furrowed. "Oh, I'm sorry if it's so "strange" for you to acknowledge that I can actually feel love."
He felt hurt at the fact that he was seen as incapable of feeling such strong sentiments towards someone. Yes, it was right that he used to stick his dick in every girl that would give him bedroom eyes in the past just for fun, but he's calmed down. And right now, he even more so now that you have entered his life, and he doesn't expect you to leave anytime soon.
"Your parents won't like it if they find out you're getting distracted."
Gojo's parents have this stupid belief that if a woman were to appear in his schedule, it would mess up his future. Soccer has been his top priority since grade school, having games every other month and practices every day for hours. Even when he tried explaining that he no longer enjoyed the sport, he got shamed.
"You have talent, son." His father would remind him.
But Gojo didn't want to kick around a ball.
He never wanted to.
He wanted to push his fingers down the keys of the piano, just like you did. He wanted to learn how to read music and to perform on big stages that didn't consist of roaring crowds cheering when a goal was scored, but a quiet audience that appreciated the art he was creating.
That was a dream that he cherished for years, keeping it a secret from everyone, especially from his un-supportive family. If they found out he would rather play an instrument rather than play a sport? He’d be a huge disappointment.”
"They don't have to know." Gojo shot back.
"They'll find out eventually. Just don't waste your time with her, we both know how batshit crazy your family is."
"I'm fucking aware and I don't need to hear it from you right now."
Suguru was sitting properly now, scowling up at the now agitated boy. He knew he was being an ass, but he was just looking out for gojo. At least, that’s what he kept telling himself.
"You clearly do if you're actually considering going out with her."
"I'm not considering, I am going out with her."
It was a back and forth argument that seemed as if it had no end.
"Whatever, you better not come crying to me when they hear about this. You already know what I will say."
I told you so.
Gojo was already making his way to his room, shutting the door loudly. He hated getting reminded of his parents. Even in college when he thought he'd finally get away from them, they still continue to haunt him.
He fell over his bed, taking off his shirt and bringing the covers up to cover his torso. He took deep breaths, scrolling on his phone before opening up your contact again.
His fingers began moving.
Satoru
'Hellooo. Me, you, cafe tomorrow?'
He held his breath, awaiting your response.
You replied shortly after, which he was thankful for.
You
'Hi! Yes sounds yum! what time?'
Skipping practice shouldn't harm him. He hasn’t missed any yet, so it’d be his first strike. If it meant sacrificing it for you, he would do it.
'Does 3 work for you?'
'Mhmmm, I have to be back before 8 tho!'
He chuckled. Did you have a curfew at 20 years old?
'Alright, noted. See you then.'
'Okay goodnight ! <3'
Oh my god.
You sent a heart and you said goodnight.
That clearly meant something right? You are interested in him, you sent a heart. He bit his inner cheek to prevent a stupid giggle from slipping out. He hearted your message, exiting the app.
From outside his door, he could hear Suguru turn on the tv, probably to play some video game of his. Gojo sighed, standing up to go join him despite the previous argument. He was still his best buddy at the end of the day.
"Make room." He murmured, pushing the black haired boy's feet off the couch to make space for him to sit on.
Suguru handed him the second controller without a question, splitting the screen into two. They played in silence until the sun fully set and the moon rose.
⟢
You patted down your blouse, turning to your side to stare at yourself in the mirror. Is this too little for a first date? Or was it too much? No boy has ever asked you out, not because you were unattractive, far from that actually, but because you always kept to yourself.
Many saw you as boring, shy, timid, unapproachable. But Gojo saw past that.
You did a little spin for yourself, showing off your pretty outfit. This should be good.
Gojo on the other hand was panicking as well.
He didn't know if he should just throw on another of his polo shirts or a sweater. He had his clothes spread out on his bed to make it easier for him to choose.
He settled on a brown patterned sweater with his white shirt underneath and his usual black jeans.
After receiving the message that you were ready, he rushed out the door, bringing the car’s engine to life.
Gojo went over potential lines, like the hopeless romantic he had grown to be.
"Looking as gorgeous as ever." No, way too soon to say that. "Nice rack." No no, definitely not that. Shit, should he have gotten you flowers? Wait, he doesn't know which you prefer. He should first figure that out and then get you some. You looked like a tulip girl, or maybe roses?
His nose scrunched up. Did he put on cologne today? Did he stink? what if you thought he smelt bad.
What about his hair? Did it look greasy? He took a double shower today, shaved his entire body, just in case.
All negative thoughts left his head once he reached your house. You were standing out there waiting for him, looking around cutely with your hair blowing around a bit from the winter wind.
He clenched his jaw close, not wanting it to fall open.
Your eyes landed on his car, face brightening. You gave him a little wave, adjusting the strap of your purse on your shoulder as you made your way down the street to him.
Gojo came back to earth, jumping out of his seat to go over to the passengers side, opening the door. "You're so pretty." he complimented, watching you sit down.
"Thank you!" You happily chirped.
He walked over to his side once again, typing out the location of the cafe on the console, previously where your address was written.
You both began with small talk. How your classes were going, why you even chose the university, all of that.
“So, why soccer?” You asked.
“Well, like I said, my parents wanted me to do something impressive, y'know? I’ve been playing since I was like five. It’s the only thing I’m good at.”
“I highly doubt that.”
Your words made his cheeks warm up.
“Why piano?” He forced himself to speak, praying you hadn't noticed the way his hands were gripping the steering wheel.
You hummed in thought. “I don’t know actually. I’ve always liked music and I thought the piano was cool, so I just stuck to it. I tried out guitar before but piano was easier for me.”
Gojo listened intently, almost as if your words were the most important things to ever exist.
“I play for the school from time to time.”
"Is that so? I'll go and support you if you promise to come to my game."
You nodded. "Deal! I'll even wear your jersey."
Fuck. he'd like that. a lot.
"Noted." A breathy chuckle left him.
Your destination wasn't far, but traffic made it seem as if it was. "Think we're here." He looked around, parking the car just as the generated voice set on the map spoke out.
'You have arrived.'
⟢
The date went well, really well.
You even went as far as holding hands as the two of you made your way into the heart of the town center, admiring the Christmas decorations they had set up, laughing at the way they made The Grinch appear.
“Hold on, stand over there let me take a picture!” He pointed over at the cardboard cutout of the character with a silhouette of a person with a hole cut out where the face should be, allowing people to place their head in.
You smiled after posing.
The phone’s camera snapped, taking a couple of pictures.
‘Gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous.’ Gojo grinned, showing you the captures he had taken to you once you made your way back to him.
“Let’s take one together!” You offered.
His heart beat overtook the holiday music playing, beating loud as hell as you got closer to him for the picture. He gulped, shyly wrapping his arm around your shoulder, forcing himself to look at the camera and not you.
But eventually the day came to an end, and with your curfew hour approaching, he drove you home.
"Hey so um, I was wondering if we could do this again soon?" He internally cringed at how desperate he sounded.
"Of course. I mean, obviously."
Satoru bit back a smile, knowing it was no use with the way his face was shifting to a soft pink color.
He pulled up to your now familiar house, watching you gather your things, unbuckling your seatbelt.
He quickly scrambled out of his seat, rushing over to your side to open the door. You chuckled at how hard he tried, but you appreciated it.
"Thank you."
You both stood in front of each other, the silence heavy. He leaned in, wanting to close the small distance in between you two, but the sound of your neighbor's dog barking snapped him back into reality.
He cleared his throat, taking a small step back. "So um, I'll see you."
"Yeah, see you." You took a couple of steps before turning back around. “I had a lot of fun today, Satoru.”
You reached up on your toes, pecking his cheek gently. A gasp broke from Gojo before hearing the soft clack of your heels disappear with every step you took up to your front door, turning around one last time to wave goodbye at him.
Gojo's hand slowly made its way to touch the area where you had kissed him.
There's no doubt.
He was in love.
Gojo made his way into his dorm room, locking it behind him.
He threw his sweater onto a chair, leaving him in his undershirt, making his way to the couch, plopping down on it. His forearm laid over his forehead thinking back to you and how well your date went.
He smiled softly, clearly satisfied.
Suguru heard the door close, indicating his friend had come home. He went out to greet him but the view of him laying on the couch, eyes closed but smile intact, his face shifted. He knew gojo was in too deep.
And he knew that sooner or later, shit would go down.
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"No no.. that one's an eight note." You pointed at the music sheets in front of you.
"It deadass looks like a sixteenth note." He argued.
"No it doesn't!"
"This is way too complicated.." Gojo groaned, resting his head on his hand all while he averted his gaze from the papers to your pretty face.
He admired you, hand already reaching to fix a strand of hair, thumb lingering on your cheek.
"Satoru focus.." You whined, clearly distressed that your date couldn't understand the difference between two notes.
"Can't. You're too pretty."
His lips grazed yours for just a second, and in that second alone he was able to tell that one kiss wasn't going to be enough.
Your hands placed themselves on his shoulders, previously on the piano seat, returning the sweet short pecks he kept initiating.
His hands went behind your back, bringing your body closer to his.
"Quarter note.. treple clef-" He mumbled against your lips.
"Treble clef." You corrected him.
"Whatever."
After four successful dates, Gojo finally got what, or who, he wanted. You. He finally got you.
And he was the happiest bastard on earth.
“Want to go to the mall, baby?” He said against your lips, tugging at your lower lip.
“Mmm, yeah okay!” You chirped before wincing at his biting. “Ouch! Toru!”
He grinned, licking at where he bit. “Sorry. I just love these pretty lips so much.”
“Yeah yeah..” You rolled your eyes, laughing at the sudden tickle attack he declared against your tummy, poking at the sides.
“Let’s get going.”
⟢
The shoes were put on display so any shoppers could get a brief glance at it before deciding if it was worth buying or not. You stared at them for a while. They were a pretty pair of Mary Jane's. Low heeled but had some chunk put into the platform part and they had a strap that wrapped around the ankle. The bow in the middle of it was small but it added so much to the design.
You always asked your mom for a pair whenever you went out with her and your sister. She always dismissed it, saying they were too expensive. But here they are, only $40.99. Your gaze turned to look at the big poster they had plastered on the window. a new month's deal. 'Buy one get one 50% off!'
Gojo approached you holding a bag full of pizza bits and a single large cup of lemonade intended for the both of you to share from Weltzels pretzels. He took the sight of you looking at a pair of shoes so intently, almost like you were debating buying them.
"Do you like those?" He asked, offering you the small warm bag of food before he took a sip of the drink in his hand. You happily accepted the treats before shrugging. "Not sure."
He hummed. "You've been staring at them for a while now."
"They just remind me of a pair I used to want when I was a kid. But they were always "too expensive" so my mom never got them for me. But she was always willing to drop a grand on bags she would never even use." You saw at the corner of your eyes Gojo reaching to grab a piece of the pizza from the bag.
He didn't say anything for a while, just staring at the shoes as well as he chewed on his pizza bit. Then, he turned and walked off into the store, leaving you standing confused. Your eyes followed as he talked to an employee, pointing at the pair of shoes displayed on the window. Specifically, the pair you wanted. The clerk nodded before disappearing behind the door that read 'workers only!'
"Um, baby?" You whispered out, following him inside the store to where Gojo was standing, still sipping onto his comically large drink.
"Uh hey what are you doing?" You asked once you reached him. He glanced back at you, reaching to grab another piece from inside the bag. "Checking if they have those shoes in your size."
You mumbled his name awkwardly as you shifted the now empty bag in your hands because that biggie ate them all. He took a bite from the treat before feeding it to you. "Shh, I'm working."
The worker returned with a box in his hand. "Size seven?" Gojo nodded, taking the box in his hands, gesturing for you to sit down on the seats provided by the store. "Hey you don't have to.."
"I know," he interrupted. "I want to."
He got down on one knee, placing the cup he was previously sipping on next to you. His hands moved to open up the shoe box, carefully taking out the pair of black mary janes. "Give me your foot" he patted his knee. "Here."
"I can put them on myself.."
"I want to, love." He said sternly, forcing your foot to rest on his knee. "I'm going to stain your pants-" you mumbled embarrassed. He squeezed your calf before slipping off the shoes you were wearing right now, grabbing the shoe, carefully putting it on your right foot. "Not too loose or tight?"
You shook your head. "No.. they're.. they're perfect." He hummed, his skilled fingers adjusted the strap on your ankle handling you like you were the most valuable thing to him. He looked up at you, his expression softened the second your eyes met. "Just like you." Your eyes widened the second he said that, blush overtaking your face.
You tried saying something but nothing came out. Not like you could with the way your throat was drying up. I mean, your boyfriend of what, a month (?) was offering to buy you these expensive shoes out of nowhere. You reached for the cup of lemonade next to you as he worked on your left foot, only to realize he already finished the drink as well.
Is this the type of greed they talk about in the bible?
"Stand up." he ordered in which you complied. You looked down at the fresh pair on your feet, walking around a bit to test them out.
"You like 'em?" he asked again. You turned to him, walking to be right next to him. "Yeah, I like them. A lot"
He hummed in acknowledgment. "Well, go and look for another pair. They have the bogo discount anyway, so might as well take advantage of it." He stood up, brushing his jeans from the small stain you left behind.
"No.. no that's too much! This is more than enough! Besides, you shouldn't be spending so much on me, you already paid for dinner today-"
"Baby, seriously. I don't care if I drop a grand on you, you can make it up to me by allowing me to kiss you numb. Go get another pair." He looked around the store before his eyes landed on a pair of converse. "Get some converse, your black ones are all beat up."
"I like them that way." You argued as you took off the shiny shoes before replacing them with said beat up converse. "Well I don't. makes you look like a sad homeless lady. I want my girl to have pretty clothes to match her pretty face."
You sighed, feeling your heart warm up.
"I'm not throwing these converse away. They hold too many memories."
His hand reached for yours. "Yeah no, we can burn them ceremonially later." He brought your hand up to his face, kissing your knuckles one by one with his pink tinted lips.
He was so entranced by your face, he failed to notice the pair of eyes staring you both down.
⟢
“Hey baby!” You coo’ed into the phone, hearing your boyfriend's tired grunts from the other side.
“Morning my pretty girl.” He yawned, dragging a hand over his face.
“It’s four toru, did you just wake up?”
Gojo carefully sat up, watching his bedsheets pool down at his lap, exposing his bare chest. His nipples hardened at the cold air, and he didn’t have to be fully awake to know that he was hard.
Rock hard.
Your voice wasn’t helping out at all.
“Just calling to ask if you’d like to come watch me perform later?”
Your question snapped him from his horny ass thoughts. “What? Baby, you’re having a show later? Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?”
Usually, he knew when you had piano practices and performances.
“I just.. didn’t know if you wanted to sit down for two hours.”
Gojo sighed, not liking the way you even considered thinking he could be bored from watching you do what you love.
“If it meant watching my girl play, I’d gladly sit down for more than a couple hours. I can sit for decades.”
“Toru..”
“I’ll be there. When did you say it was again?” He rubbed at his eyes, feeling his crusties fall down.
“Today at seven.”
He froze for a split second, remembering he had practice. It had completely slipped from his mind.
“Seven..” He repeated softly to himself. Practice was at five, and it lasted two hours and a half.
He had gotten in trouble from ditching last time so he could take you out. ‘Three strikes, you’re out.’ But it would only be his second. He could handle another scolding from his coach. His voice was already echoing through his mind.
The pause rushed to fill it. “It’s okay if you can’t. I know I’m asking last minute, it was just-”
“I’ll be there,” he cut in.
“Are you sure-”
“Positive. I'm positive sweetheart.” His voice was firmer now.
“Wait, don’t you have practice today?” You faintly remembered him telling you a couple days back how his schedule had changed from practice going from every even day to every odd day.
“Yeah, but you really think I need it? I’m as ready as ever”
“Toru..”
“Seriously baby, I’ll be there for you.” His eyes shifted back down to his raging boner. “..Can you come over before you go over to set up your piano though?”
“Oh, yeah, is something wrong?”
“... Just need you.”
Gojo wasn’t a virgin, far from that actually. but with the way his body was warming up and heart beating a thousand miles an hour, he could be mistaken as one.
He waited patiently for you to arrive at his dorm.
Fuck.
Would your panties be pink? Or would they be black.
Or better yet, blue?
“Yo.” Geto knocked at Gojo’s door, despite it already being cracked open. “I’m heading out now to go to practice. You coming?”
“Uh, yeah. I just need to do something quick then I’ll make my way over.”
“Don’t miss again. The coach will be on your ass like last time.” He chuckled, waving bye at the white haired boy.
Gojo bit the inside of his cheek, laying back on his arms, deep in his thoughts as always. You were worth it.
That’s not a question.
⟢
“Oh my god, fuck. Yes baby, fuck!” Gojo closed his eyes, panting like a damn dog on a sunny day.
The way your puffy folds were stretched over him only encouraged him to go faster and harder, hitting your cervix at a perfect angle.
“Pretty fucking pussy, you’re so goddamn pretty, look at you.”
Your performance dress was sitting on the ground while your panties were ripped in the middle, right at your entrance.
“Toru!”
You whimpered, hiding your face in his pillow. "Don't hide yourself from me, baby. wanna see ya.”
The headboard was hitting against the wall with a thud and Gojo could only pray that the other students staying at the dorms couldn’t hear them.
He buried himself deeper into your cunt, bottoming out.
“You’re too big…” you squealed, gripping onto the now wet bedsheets.
“I know. And you’re too tight.”
His hand shifted to grope your ass, fondling the plush meat, hips not stopping or slowing.
Your breathless pleas were like music to his ears.
“My pretty girlfriend.. mmm aren’t you so pretty?” he praised. The veins in his arms were more evident now. One was appearing on his forehead in concentration, trying to figure out the best way to make you cum.
You were a virgin after all.
Profanities spilled from both your lips, feeling yourself clench harder around him. A ring of pre was forming just at the base of his cock, like a damn tattoo.
“Babe! T-think I’m close!”
He grunted lowly. “Don’t cum just yet.” The squelches have now turned sloppier, and louder, and hotter.
His white bangs were sticking to his forehead no thanks to the thin layer of sweat that had formed.
“Not done with you yet.”
His hands placed themselves both on your hips, thick fingertips rubbing you lovingly before flipping you over without slipping out.
He wasted no time smacking at your cunt, watching your wetness fly into the air with each spank.
“Satoru…!” You felt lightheaded in the best way possible. Your drool dripped down your chin, watching him thrust in and out. The hair that trailed down his belly button to join his pubes just made you tighten onto his aching cock even more.
How could your boyfriend be this beautiful?
Gojo hesitated, pulling you closer to his hips, latching a hand lightly to your neck.
“Is this okay?”
You nodded feeling him squeeze it.
The sounds of your breathy moans, messy cunt along with the smack of his balls that hit your ass with every thrust had you both in a trance.
So much so that you didn’t seem to notice the door shutting and the sudden appearance of Geto who was frozen in his place, looking absolutely mortified.
“What the fuck.”
His voice broke through your needy whines. “Satoru!” This time his voice sounded harsher, angrier.
Gojo’s movements came to a halt, keeping his grip on your waist. His body covered you, blocking you from his friends' view. But he knew for a fact that Geto already had in mind who was in the bed with him.
You quickly brought the sheets to your chest in an attempt to cover yourself.
“... Ever heard of knocking?” Gojo mumbled.
“The door was fucking open. I could see you from the kitchen.” Geto did not advance from his spot on the doorframe. “Don’t tell me you actually got with her.”
Gojo hasn't told him about the two of you yet. Or anyone really.
You never questioned it, thinking he’d want to take it slow before he introduced you to his friends let alone family. You had just started dating a couple weeks back. But the way his friend said it ‘don’t tell me you actually got with her.’ left a bad taste in your mouth.
What did he mean by that?
“Geto, seriously get out of the room.”
“Your parents are going to kill you Satoru,” He was more animated now, hands waving in the air angrily. His own thoughts didn’t let him process the way Gojo used his last name on him. “Aren’t you supposed to be at practice right now? What the hell are you doing man-”
“I said get out!” You’ve never heard Gojo’s voice beam like that.
Ever.
It got across though. Geto slammed the door shut, storming off.
Gojo sighed, staring at the wall before averting his gaze down to you, smiling softly. “Guess the moment is over, huh?”
Your fingers twitched on his shoulders, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes. “Why’d he say that?”
His eyebrows furrowed, face shifting to one of concern at your shaky voice.
“Hey hey, baby, it’s okay shh..”
His softening cock slipped out of you with a small pop, arms circling around you to bring you into a hug.
“My family.. Is an ass. A big fucking ass. They’re strict with me, especially my love life. They think they know what’s best for me but fuck, no they dont. I know what’s right for me and that’s you, love. It’s you.”
His lips grazed at your cheek, pecking lightly.
“It’s been you since I laid eyes on you.”
⟢
His words looped over and over in your head as you mentally prepared yourself for your upcoming performance.
From behind the curtain, you peeked out to see him sitting in his designated seat, head tilted down at his digital camera, adjusting the settings, waiting for you to come out so he could preserve the moment forever.
Your teeth sank into the inside of your cheek, now becoming a new habit of yours, pacing back into the backstage area.
If you've practiced the song multiple times, you shouldn’t be nervous.
Right?
Wrong.
Because the problem wasn’t the notes or the tempo, it was that you’d chosen this song with him in mind.
“Want to watch La La Land?” Satoru mumbled earlier that month, scratching the back of his neck while the other lazily clicked away at the remote control.
“Sure!” You tossed the blanket over your bodies, snuggling close to his warm bare chest. “How are you not cold?” You pressed your cheek against him.
“Hm?” His eyes landed on you after pressing ‘play’. “I am cold. I just want to show off my amazing muscles to my amazing girl.”
“Weirdo.”
Neither of you have watched the film before. but somehow ended up falling in love with it. You with the music, and him with the storyline.
“I hope we never end up like them.” His voice was a whisper, silently wrapping his arms tight around you.
“Toru-”
“Never, ever leaving you, baby. Fuck soccer and you know what, fuck piano too. Don’t leave me.”
You heard your name be called out, indicating you were next.
You quickly patted down your skirt with trembling hands, stepping in front of the mirror to make sure your hair, makeup, posture, everything was perfect.
The stage manager gave you a nod and you finally stepped out.
His eyes landed on you immediately, smiling lovingly up at you. You could feel your chest tighten as you sat at the piano, fingers already hovering over the keys.
From the distance, you could hear the sound of something clicking, his camera.
You inhaled before pushing down your fingers, allowing the melody to unfold. You’d discreetly look over at him, seeing how he stared at you so preciously.
By the final note, your hands had stopped shaking.
The room erupted in applause, the loudest coming from Satoru. You bowed, eyes never leaving him even when you stepped offstage, rushing towards him.
“Satoru!”
He didn’t let another word come out of you, automatically cupping your cheeks, pressing his lips against yours.
“Such a cruel girl.” He pecked again. “You picked that song on purpose didn’t ya?”
You giggled. “Maybe.”
His thumb rubbed under your eye gently.
“You did amazing, sweetheart.”
⟢
Satoru has come to notice that the only way you were able to practice piano was using the school’s.
And with Christmas approaching, he figured it’d only be appropriate if he got you one of your own.
His hands covered your eyes, leading you carefully to the living room where your present was.
“Alright, 3..2..1.”
His hands fell allowing you to see. you blinked, eyes adjusting to the bright lights on the tree.
Your jaw dropped.
In front of you was none other than a console piano. It wasn’t like the one in the music room where you practiced in and the only place you knew that had the instrument available for use, but regardless it was beautiful.
And completely yours.
“You like it?” He asked, rubbing your back. You nodded excitedly. “Of course I do! Thank you!” Your face was as bright as the Christmas lights, beaming at the new piano that sat in your living room.
“I'm glad..” he whispered, letting go of you so you could look at it closer.
You squealed, slightly jumping up and down at it. he groaned at the recoil of your ass which was visible under your plaid skirt.
“It's so gorgeous!” your fingers pushed down on the keys.
“Just like you.”
“So cheesy” You said before bursting into laughter as his hands found your stomach, tickling you. You braced yourself on the piano's surface. That's when you felt it.
His very prominent boner that was straining his pants.
Gojo noticed that you noticed.
A smirk appeared on that stupid face of his. “How about we check how sturdy this sucker is.” He placed a hand on your gift.
Gojo’s hips snapped forward with a ruthless pace, each thrust making you hit against the brand new instrument and begin to rattle with all his strength.
His breath was coming out in short pants, chest pressed up against your back, pinning you harder against the surface of the piano. You whispered out his name like a prayer, every sound you made reached his ears and that only seemed to push him even further.
“So goddamn beautiful.” He praised.
At some point, words became too difficult for you to say, resulting in you answering with only moans and whimpers. gojo’s fingers were digging into your hips, leaving crescent like marks on them. He kept pounding into you harshly, tip already brushing against a sweet spot inside you.
“Right there!” You begged along with a loud mewl.
Your skirt was bunched up in his hands, almost tearing the fabric apart as he felt himself grow closer.
“Here?” he began going deeper, watching you fall apart. The bounce of your ass was not helping, especially with the way it slapped against his thighs. His lower lip was in between his teeth, letting out grunts of his own spill.
You were both thankful your parents weren’t home. He wouldn’t want to ruin the image they had of him this quickly. Of the perfect guy for their daughter already fucking her numb over her christmas present.
“Think m’cummin!” You sobbed out, reaching behind you to grab his waist for support. He coo’ed softly, hand leaving your skirt to hold your hand in his. “Me too baby, let’s finish together alright? I'm cumming inside you. no way am i able to pull out this tight fuckin pussy.”
You nodded.
“Please fill me up!” Gojo grinned once he heard that. “If ya say so darling.”
Your legs gave up on you at the feeling of his warm seed filling you to the brim. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, mouth open with sounds still coming out as your orgasm hit you as well.
“Good girl baby.” His arms were wrapped around your waist, pecking your temple lovingly. “Stay with me..”
You both stayed in that position, dick still twitching inside you before softening, forcing him to slip out with a loud squelch that made you cringe.
“M’guessing you loved your gift?” He reached down for your panties, sliding them back on you but not before watching his semen ooze out of your cunt along with yours. He fought the urge to stick his tongue in you to clean the mess up, but he could tell you were already overstimulated, so he decided to eat you out some other time.
And by that I mean in a few hours.
“Yeah.. thank you.. so much..” You whimpered at the sting on your ass after he slapped it. Gojo quickly zipped his pants back up, pushing his hair back with a pant.
“Of course my love. you better play me every song you know on it.”
“Will do..” you smiled weakly up at him.
“I'm gonna go get ya water, cmon sit down on the couch sweetheart.”
You did as he said, carefully sitting down. The feeling of his cum sticking to your panties just made you clench your thighs.
Why did he have to be so sexy?
You stared back at your piano, admiring it. You were already thinking of all the songs you would play from sunrise to sunset.
Gojo walked back to the living room holding a glass of water, handing it over.
“My final game is coming up.. So I have lots of practice to do. Hope the piano keeps you occupied while I’m away.” His arm wrapped over your shoulder, bringing you closer.
“Mmmm that’s right.”
“Wanna head over to a restaurant, baby?” He never hesitated in asking you, and he urged you to never be afraid in asking him for whatever you desired.
“I’d really love that.”
“Good good, let’s get going then.” He stood up, offering his hand to you.
“Uh, no way am I going out to eat like this.”
His eyebrow twitched in confusion. “Like what?”
You motioned downstairs, lifting your skirt to show off the wet mess.
Gojo laughed, smacking your thigh lightly. “No no, you gotta head out like that.”
“Absolutely not!”
⟢
The dinner consisted of nothing but him staring at you.
“Babe, eat.” You urged.
“Can’t, the view is too nice.”
After eating out, you both settled in heading over to his place.
His laugh quieted down as he pulled into the parking lot, seeing two familiar snow colored haired people. He could feel his heart sink and blood boil.
“Stay here darling.” He ordered you, squeezing your thigh. You mumbled a soft ‘ok’, attempting to look behind you out the window to see what was going on.
He got out of the vehicle, walking around to where the people he wanted to see the least were standing. His mother was biting her nails anxiously like a mad woman. His father had his arms crossed over his chest, a serious look displayed on his face.
Then there was Suguru. looking as guilty as ever.
And it didn’t take a genius to figure out what was going on.
“Is that the girl?” His mother asked. She had never expected her son to be going out with a girl instead of sticking to his schedule. How dare he? “Is that your little girlfriend?” Her voice rose up.
“What did we say about relationships?” his father reminded him.
But all gojo could think about was the fact that they found out because of the tan boy standing not far away.
“Are you fucking kidding me.” He stared at the one person he thought he could trust. His hands shot out to grab Suguru's shirt collar.
“You told them?!” He was practically screaming in his face. But Suguru kept looking unbothered, as if he didn’t practically ruin Gojo’s life right now.
“Son, calm down.” Gojo's father said sternly.
“No, no how the hell am I supposed to calm down. You all keep getting in the way of my life. My life!” He was at the point of crying tears out of frustration.
“She is just a girl, Satoru.” His mother said. “She woo’ed you with a few tunes so what, it’s not going to bring money into the family, is it? You need to find yourself a good woman. But right now, your focus is on your career. Not a girlfriend, and especially not her.”
“You are no longer the one to decide what you think is best for me. I love her, mom. I don't care what you think, just know that I am not listening to anything you say.”
That shut his mom up real quick, shooting him a death glare, one that would have 6 year old Gojo in tears by now. But he kept his head high.
“Satoru, you have to understand that we want what’s best for you.”
“No,” He interrupted, turning to look at his father now. “You want what’s best for you.”
He then turned his head towards Suguru, whose eyes were set on his shoes, knowing he completely lost his best friend's trust. It's not like he had a choice either but to tell the truth. His and Gojo's family were close, and he knew that if he were to lie to Gojos parents when they asked him why the coach had informed them that their son was on the verge of being kicked from the team, the families would have even more conflicts.
Gojo wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but instead he walked right past the new stranger.
“Can you hear me out for a second.” Geto caught up to him, ignoring the putrid sobs coming from Mrs. Gojo. “Satoru.” he called out.
“Look man, did you really expect me to lie when they came to the dorm, worried sick that you missed two practices? What was I supposed to say?”
“Tell them I was sick, that an emergency came up, I don’t know but you could’ve come up with a shitty excuse.”
“Just for them to find out I didn't tell the truth and have our families fight over me being a liar?!”
Gojo was breathing heavily, eyebrows furrowed and jaw set tight. but his face fell as soon as he remembered you were still in the car.
He shook his head. “They can stay the fuck out of my life. And so can you.”
Geto froze at that. “You don’t mean that.”
“Trust me, I mean every bit.” The air around them felt heavy. “You chose them over me.”
“Gojo, the families-“
“You're just a damn puppet. Same as I was, but I learned to stop playing the role. Do you think they actually see you as their son? They see you as an accomplishment.”
He rushed down the stairs, approaching his car where you were still in, head hung low nervously as you played with the skin around your fingernails, clearly worried. His parents were standing outside the building, shooting dirty looks towards your way.
“I'm driving you home.” Gojo said after entering the car, closing the door shut and clicking his seatbelt on. “Mind if I stay with you for a bit, baby?”
His eyes met yours.
“… Did they want us to break up?” You asked quietly, scared to hear his response.
He immediately grabbed your hand in his to reassure you. “You know I would never ever do that. You're everything to me no matter what they think or say, I'm not letting things end between us. Got it?”
You hesitated, not wanting his parents to hate their only son because he chose you over them. “But what if they’re right? What if you can do better?”
You heard.
Of course you heard. Not like they were being quiet.
His hold tightened. “Don't you start with that.” That's the last thing he said as he drove to yours, address no longer needed on the ups no thanks to the amount of times he’s been over.
You worried over what his family would think of him now.
Would they hate him because of you?
⟢
The bed felt surprisingly cold.
Your boyfriend's back was turned towards you and even though his back muscles were on full display, you couldn’t ogle without having something eating you up from the inside.
“Toru.. baby can we talk about earlier?”
“Love, if you’re going to tell me that they’re right I swear to god-”
“No,” You sighed, placing a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it down to the small of his back. “I just.. I feel like we shouldn’t wait until morning to discuss it.”
Begrudgingly, Satoru turned around, meeting eyes with you. “I will never ever break up with you because my family thinks they know what is best for me. I cut them off on the spot. They’ve got no say in what I do with my life nor with the woman I love. I told you once and I’ll tell you again. I love you, okay?”
Your heart warmed and you felt your worriness ease. “I love you too.”
“I’ve been wanting to get rid of them for a long ass time anyways.” He yawned, throwing an arm around your waist. “Just finally got a good excuse to do so.”
Your lips met in a small but sweet peck.
“Now let’s go to sleep.. Big game tomorrow.”
⟢
Suguru seems to not have caught on to the fact that his former best friend no longer wanted to be a part of his life anymore.
“Satoru, seriously let’s talk.” He begged like a desperate ex.
The white haired boy only rolled his eyes in response, walking past him to reach his locker. “I don’t need you messing with my head before the game. Told you to stay the fuck away from me and I meant it.”
He quickly tugged off his shirt and replaced it with his white and teal jersey before slamming his locker shut and turning to walk out. Suguru’s hand placed itself on Satoru’s chest only to get pushed off almost immediately.
Satoru walked out, hearing the sound of the crowd cheering. He looked around until he spotted you sitting not too far from the front.
He smiled stupidly at himself knowing he was right where he wanted to be.
⟢
You stared at him like he grew three heads.
“Uhh yeah babe, I think I remember our whole love story. I was there.”
“Okay well yes but I’m retelling it because.. Because..” Satrou groaned, looking off to the side where two waitresses were standing, nodding at them.
Before you could look towards the direction he was staring at, a familiar song started playing.
Love me.
The same one you played for him all those years ago.
“Oh, hey-”
“Shhh..” He brought a finger up to your lips before standing up. Satoru reached into his pocket pulling out a small black box. “Baby.. light of my life.”
Your eyes watered, already knowing where this was going.
He got down on one knee.
“Will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?”
EPISODE 1: HELP! MY HOT GIRLFRIEND CAUGHT ME CRYING AFTER GIVING HEAD! (NOT CLICKBAIT)
this is smut, do not interact if under 18
jisung thought tutoring the hottest girl on campus would ruin his GPA— not his pants. one month later, he’s somehow getting called ‘pretty’ mid-thrust and offering you pocky as a post-orgasm snack.
pairing: nerd!han jisung x popular!f!reader, established relationship genre/tags: college au, smut, fluff, jisung is a loser with a capital L, humor sprinkled in bc i’m unserious asf, lots of references to anime and other dumb stuff, lowkey perv!jisung, dry humping, oral (f. receiving), piv, protected s*x, kinda subby!jisung but he’s still a whore lol words: 5.4k (wasn’t expecting it to be this long… guess i yap too much)
[ note. ] — i had to make another nerd!ji fic bc i literally cannot stop thinking about him 😣 feel free to read my other fic for more context since it’s set in the same universe but i wanted to make a smut ver so here we areeee <33 also, i will be making more parts eventually, hence why it’s labeled as ‘episode 1’ so stay tuned for more !
cross posted to AO3
Jisung thought for sure that was going to die a virgin. Not in a sad, self-loathing kind of way, but more in a “yeah, that checks out,” kind of way. The type of peaceful resignation one might have while unplugging a broken router for the eighth time before crying into a bowl of instant ramen. Because guys like him— guys who quoted Dragon Ball Z unironically, who panicked when girls sat next to them in lecture halls, who built custom keyboards for fun and screamed at League. They didn’t date girls like you.
And they most definitely didn’t sleep with girls like you.
Still, that didn’t keep him from fantasizing. Constantly, shamelessly, unhingedly.
He’d never known what it felt like to have warm walls wrapped around his cock. Never heard those broken whines girls in hentai would make— unless he counted the ones he accidentally let out when he edged himself too long. His hand was simply never enough, no matter how many times he convinced himself he could “recreate the pressure.”
The bottle of lotion and box of tissues on his nightstand weren’t even hidden anymore— they sat like holy relics beside his gaming PC, ready for immediate access the second he closed League and opened incognito mode.
Porn never fully satisfied his craving though, he always wanted more. Even the best JAV compilation or doujinshi fan dub couldn’t compare to the real sickness consuming his brain: you.
You, with the glossy Instagram that he scrolled through like it was the damn Louvre. You, wearing micro bikinis in pool selfies with captions like ‘hot girl summer’ while he rots in bed, sweating and crying at the curvature of your ass.
You, biting your glittery, gel pen in class, leaning across the desk to ask for help, accidentally flashing a glimpse of cleavage so dangerous it made him pause mid-equation like he got hit with a stun grenade. Stalking your Instagram, seeing you in the tiniest baby tees and mini skirts. It was the perfect gooner material.
He’d stroke himself under the covers while biting a t-shirt to keep quiet, muttering your name between gasps like he was summoning a spirit. Fantasies playing out in his head that ranged from soft and romantic— like kissing you breathless during office hours— to completely feral, like bending you over his anime pillow while you called him “pretty boy” and ruined his life.
It didn’t help that you flirted with him now.
That you asked him to tutor you.
That you sat so close during study sessions he could sense your perfume from a mile away and taste the salt from the fries you always stole off his plate.
You laughed at his jokes, called him cute, even once said he had “nice hands,” and he nearly evaporated on the spot. Had to excuse himself to the bathroom with a boner and a prayer.
Every night ended the same. Him, fisting his cock in pathetic desperation at the thought of your pussy swallowing him whole, whispering ‘please’ like a man on the verge of religious enlightenment.
And every night, after he came all over his own stomach, out of breath and guilt-ridden, he’d sigh dramatically and say,
“I’m going to die alone. I know it. I’ll be the guy with the Zero Two body pillow and the unopened condom pack from 2017 that he keeps in case of a miracle.”
He did not, under any circumstances, expect you to be that miracle.
Never in a million years did he think he’d actually have a chance, let alone be dating you. You were just too perfect. The literal girl of his dreams.
Popular. Gorgeous. Cool in the kind of way that made any and everyone want to be around you without knowing why. You had that magnetic charm about you, an easily contagious laugh, a confident stride when you walk, and that dangerous habit of licking your lip gloss mid-sentence like you were in a CW drama.
And yet, somehow, here he was, currently horizontal on his bed, shirtless, breathless, with you on top of him wearing his oversized Bleach t-shirt and not much else, grinning like you’d just won first place in a science fair and a dance battle.
“Are you glitching?” You asked, poking his cheek. “Do I need to unplug you and plug you back in?”
“I- uh- w-what? No- yes? No.” He stuttered like every word had just magically left his vocabulary, he was definitely malfunctioning.
You laughed, head dropping onto his bare chest as he laid stiff as a board, arms hovering midair like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch you even now. Even after dating you for a whole month.
“A month,” he whispered, still stunned by the timeline. “That’s like… thirty days of you voluntarily being seen with me.”
“Thirty one,” you corrected, lifting your head to smirk down at him. “Don’t forget the bonus day where you kissed me in front of the vending machine and the entire basketball team clapped.”
“I thought I was going to throw up.”
“You looked like you did throw up.”
Jisung covered his face with both hands and groaned.
God, he still didn’t know how this happened. When you had asked him to tutor you in stats, he assumed you were just kidding— or high. But you weren’t. You’d actually shown up. You’d flirted, sat on his lap one time when all the seats were taken at the library, and then acted like it was no big deal while his soul left his body.
And now here you were. Straddling him. Teasing him. Literally wearing his t-shirt with the anime print on it and calling him “baby” in the kind of voice that should be illegal.
“You’re so tense, Sungie,” you murmur, lightly dragging your fingers down his chest. “I know you like it when I touch you. You make these cute little gasps like a baby bird.”
“I-I don’t sound like a baby bird,” he mumbled, absolutely sounding like a baby bird.
You leaned down, lips brushing the shell of his ear.
“Chirp.”
Jisung squeaked.
You lost it, giggling into his neck while he covered his blushy face with a pillow. “Oh my god, stopp- why are you like this- why did you choose me,”
“Because you’re smart, and sweet, and you get all flustered when I call you hot. And because,” you sat up again, hips rolling ever so slightly and watching his pupils blow wide as you rocked against his clothed erect, “you say things like ‘This is just like my fanfic’ under your breath and then deny it.”
He groaned at the sudden friction, arms falling limp at his sides. “You heard that?”
“Babe, I hear everything. Like right now, I can hear how bad you want me to ride you.” You bit your lip, feeling your wetness growing at a rapid pace as you continuously grind on him.
Jisung whimpered. “Okay. I- this is really happening, right? This isn’t like, some kind of VR dream or like a… cursed hentai plotline where I wake up and you’re actually a sentient toaster?”
You blinked. “What the hell kind of anime are you watching?”
He slapped a hand over his eyes. “Nevermind, pretend I didn’t say that..”
You kissed him then. Slowly. Tenderly. Like you had all the time in the world and like you couldn’t believe your luck either. Because yeah, you were the cool girl, but Jisung was the first guy who actually listened when you talked. Who remembered your favorite boba order. Who’d stayed up until 3 am tutoring you and still walked you to your dorm with sleepy, nerdy affection twinkling in his eyes.
So yeah, you were gonna roast him forever— but you were also gonna ruin him tonight.
“Hey, baby,” you whispered, reaching down to tug his sweatpants lower.
Jisung was in the midst of catching his breath like he’d just run a marathon. “Y-yeah?”
“After I make you cum, will you tell me all about the sentient toaster anime?”
“…Maybe.”
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“Okay,” Jisung panted, curling into your side like a baby koala clinging to its mother, “that was better than every hentai I’ve ever seen.”
You snorted into his shoulder. “High praise coming from the man who owns a $300 body pillow.”
“She was limited edition!” He quickly defends himself.
You playfully roll your eyes, kissing his flushed cheek. “So are you, Sungie. So are you.”
And yeah, Jisung still thought he was going to die a virgin once upon a time.
But now, wrapped in your arms with kiss marks littering his neck and your laughter still echoing in his ears— he was just really, really glad that he’s been proven wrong.
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The moment you straddled Jisung and kissed him again, something shifted in the room.
And not just him having an outer-body experience for the sixth time in an hour.
You pulled back from his lips to look around, and the first thing you said was, “Okay, I have to say it- your room is the most aggressively virgin-coded space I’ve ever been in.”
“I told you not to look too closely!” He whined, burying his face into your neck as you giggled and craned to inspect the chaos surrounding you.
“Let’s see…” you started ticking things off on your imaginary list. “Anime wall scrolls? Check. Neon RGB light strips that make your room look like a gaming dungeon? Check. Is that Hatsune Miku in a glass case next to middle school spelling bee trophies?”
He groaned. “They’re collector’s items—”
“You were runner-up in 8th grade and you framed it.”
“I peaked early, okay?!”
You laughed so hard you fell forward onto his chest. “I love you.”
He froze. “Wh-what?”
You blinked. “I said I love you.”
He looked like you’d just offered him a lifetime supply of ramen and also stabbed him in the heart.
“…I love you too,” he whispered, barely getting it out before he hid under the covers.
You tugged the blanket back down just enough to see his red face. “Hey. Don’t hide. I wanna see you. Look so pretty when you blush.”
“PRETTY?!” He yelped.
You nodded in confirmation, brushing hair off his forehead. “Mmhm. Prettiest boy I’ve ever seen. Especially like this- messy hair, pink cheeks, all breathless under me…”
He made the most broken noise you’d ever heard.
His hands gripped your hips like he didn’t know what to do with them, like he was trying not to crush you or himself with how desperate he felt. His eyes were dark now, glazed and locked onto your every move as you slowly ground against the bulge in his sweats.
“This is real, right?” He meant to ask that in his head but blurted it out instead, voice slightly cracking. “This is really happening?”
You kissed the corner of his mouth. “Feels pretty real to me, baby.”
At this point Jisung was spiraling.
Not just emotionally. No, that happened daily.
This was a full-system shutdown.
You’d tugged your shirt off without warning and smiled down at him like it was the most casual thing in the world, and now his hands were hovering awkwardly mid-air like he wasn’t sure if he had permission to touch you or if he was being Punk’d by the gods of horny delusion.
Your skin. Your smile. Your fucking tits.
And worse— worse— as your fingers brushed through his messy brown locks and your thighs shifted over his hips, his brain suddenly screamed,
‘I can’t believe I’m about to get pussy before Jeongin.’
Jeongin, his slightly cooler, slightly taller, still-a-virgin roommate who had three rotating Discord kittens and a suspicious amount of cologne but somehow still never scored.
Jeongin, who walked around shirtless after push-up sessions and said things like “it’s not rizz, it’s charisma” unironically. Jeongin, who once said “I want my first time to be passionate and respectful” but also accidentally downloaded a virus trying to pirate a hentai dating sim.
Jisung had always assumed if one of them was gonna make it out of virginhood first, it’d be the guy with the Uzumaki clan symbol tattooed on his ribs and a social life.
But no.
It was him. Han Jisung. The guy who owned a limited-edition anime titty mousepad and squeaked like a kettle when a girl touched his arm. And now? You were grinding up against him slowly, teasingly, and he was barely clinging to reality.
“Y/n,” he whimpered, clutching your waist like you’d float away. “Can I- can I eat you out? Pleasepleaseplease.”
You blinked rapidly.
“…You wanna—?”
“So bad,” he choked. “I think about it all the time. Like in class. And when I watch those ‘how to’ videos online. Like, the diagram ones, not the porn ones, though I watched those too- but like educationally! For science!”
You stared blankly.
He was sweating.
“Okay,” you said softly, brushing your thumb over his cheek. “You’re really cute when you beg, y’know that?”
He nearly ascended.
You barely had time to giggle before he flipped you gently onto your back, hair falling into his eyes as he ducked down between your thighs like a man on a mission from God. His hands trembled as he slid your shorts down, breath hitching at the sight of your soaked panties.
“Oh my god,” he breathed out. “It’s real.”
You snorted. “What were you expecting? A hologram?”
“I don’t know!” He cried. “I was starting to believe you were some kind of high-level succubus sent to punish virgins.”
You cupped his flushed face. “Wouldn’t be the worst punishment.”
And then he locks in— eyes meeting yours as he sticks his tongue out, licking a long, fat stripe across your clothed slit. Soft. Slow. As if he was trying to memorize you with his tongue, the heat of it makes you jolt. He’s not just tasting you— he’s learning you, tracing intricate patterns with his tongue like he’s trying to decode you one flick at a time. Every motion is precise yet hungry, like he’s writing a love letter in Morse code directly to your pussy. His glasses slipping adorably down the bridge of his nose, solely focused on pleasing you.
You gasped at the feel of him against you, the pressure of his mouth sent heat curling low in your belly, it was torture. Too much and not enough. You needed to feel him without the barrier of soaked lace clinging to your folds, and he must’ve read your mind, because he groaned like he was the one being denied. He kissed your pussy like he was thanking it, mouthing over your clothed core before dragging open-mouthed kisses across your inner thighs, leaving your skin slick with spit and bites to your inner thighs. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip, everything about him felt so warm.
His teeth grazed you— playful, hungry— and your hips twitched as he whispered something nasty under his breath, half to himself, half to your cunt. By the time he slid your panties down, your thighs were trembling, tossing the flimsy fabric aside carelessly, like he didn’t care where they landed, only that they were gone. Then he buried his face between your legs like you’d been starving him for his entire life.
His tongue slipped between your folds, hot and greedy, lapping up everything you gave him like it was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted. He flicked up and down with obscene precision, wet, messy, relentless— his nose bumping your clit as he moaned deep in his throat, like he needed this, like the taste of you could make or break him. You were soaked, legs shaking, lips parted in a silent cry, and all he did was keep eating like he was trying to crawl inside you with his tongue.
You were loving the way it feels, every bit of you being hit with electricity. Your fingers tangled in his hair the second his mouth met your pussy, gripping tight, yanking just enough to make him groan into you like he was grateful for the pain. He never slowed down. If anything, it made him hungrier, tongue flattening against your slit before flicking up again, sloppy and fast and fucking filthy.
“God- fuck, you’re so messy,” you gasped, thighs twitching around his head. “You like that? Being my dirty little mouth toy?”
He moaned. Moaned. Into your pussy.
Nodding obediently, even as you tugged harder, grinding him closer. His glasses were long gone, hair disheveled, chin dripping with spit and slick as he slurred out something unintelligible against your clit. His tongue working overtime like he was trying to spell your name in cursive with every flick.
“Holy shit,” he mumbled, words caught in his throat. “I could live here.”
You threw your head back with a laugh— and then a sharp gasp as he got bolder, messier, more desperate. His hands kept you spread, his tongue curling and licking and worshipping like this was the only chance he’d ever get. He was sure that he’d jizz his pants just from giving you head— sure it’s pathetic, maybe even tragic. But he couldn’t help it. You were just too hot, too perfect, too fucking unreal, and the taste of you on his tongue, the feel of your thighs squeezing around his head, it was better than anything his fist or filthy imagination had ever given him.
Your fingers remain tangled in his hair, holding onto him for anchorage. He looked up at you with glassy, pleading eyes, the lower half of his face glistening with your arousal and rosy cheeks. “Tell me I’m doing okay? Please? I read five articles about this. I practiced on a peach.”
You gasped. “You practiced on what?!”
“Nevermind. Just- keep calling me pretty. I swear I’ll die happy right here.”
You tugged his head back down, voice ragged and ruined.
“Then make me cum, pretty boy.”
And he did.
Like a man with something to prove.
Like a nerdy little virgin who had just found his true calling.
Your eyes closed shut at the feeling, falling apart at the seams. Every stroke of his tongue making your insides tighten. You suddenly couldn’t remember how breathing worked, all you saw were flashes of white invading your vision, cumming so hard that you almost saw stars. You cried out, high and broken, hands grasping at his head as you came hard against his mouth.
Jisung moaned through it— loud and messy— tongue never letting up, licking you through every twitch, every gasp, every last jolt of overstimulation until you were tugging at his hair for dear life and gasping for air. Only then did he pull back, lips shiny, eyes half-lidded, face absolutely drenched, and smiling like he just beat the final boss of his entire life.
Somewhere in the past twenty minutes between Jisung nuzzling your thighs like a man starved and moaning like he was the one cumming, you had apparently blacked out, transcended the mortal plane, and been reborn as a puddle of girl.
Now, you lay sprawled across his unmade bed, fully clothed from the waist up and violently ruined from the waist down, chest heaving, eyes wet and glassy, one sock half-off your foot like a casualty of war.
And Jisung?
Jisung was cuddled up beside you like the world’s horniest golden retriever, chin resting on your shoulder, looking so smug and soft it was almost offensive.
You could still feel the ghost of his tongue between your legs.
“You sure you’ve never done this before?” You croaked out, blinking up at the ceiling like it had answers.
Jisung tilted his head innocently. “What, that? Nah. I just… researched. A lot. And I… uh, practiced on a fruit.”
You turned your head slowly. “Was it the peach again?”
“…It might’ve also been a mango. For tongue agility. But I named it after you, so it was romantic!”
You tried to snort, but it came out as a wheeze. “I can’t feel my legs, Jisung.”
He beamed. “Thank you.”
“That wasn’t a compliment.”
“Still taking it as one.”
He leaned in and kissed your cheek, then your nose, then your forehead like he hadn’t just destroyed your entire nervous system with his mouth.
“I feel like I just unlocked a secret side quest,” he victoriously cheered. “‘Satisfy hot girlfriend until she sees God.’ Bonus XP for oral stamina. Am I your favorite now?”
You blinked at him, still fighting for air. “I don’t even know my name right now. You’ve ruined me.”
Jisung squeaked and tucked his face into your neck, practically vibrating with joy. “You’re gonna make me cry.”
“You should. I saw the afterlife. It was just a video game buffering screen.”
He laughed, then rolled onto his back with a dramatic sigh. “I can’t believe this is real. You’re real. Your thighs are real. I had a girlfriend and head privileges all in the same night. I feel like I need to call my mom.”
“Please don’t.”
“Too late. She deserves to know her son peaked.”
You smacked him lightly with the nearest pillow, still grasping for air, still dazed.
And then he smiled at you— so big, so genuine, so sickeningly in love that your tired heart clenched.
“I’d do it again in a heartbeat, y’know,” he mumbled, brushing hair from your face. “Just say the word.”
You looked at him, the boy with anime figures on his shelf, lotion still on his desk, and love in his eyes, pulling him in for a kiss.
“Next time,” you whispered, “I’m returning the favor.”
Mindlessly reaching into his sweats, the second your hand wrapped around his length, you froze.
“…Jisung.”
“H-huh?”
You gave a blank expression. Looking down. Looking back up.
“This is- you’re.. how is this even—?”
“I DON’T KNOW,” he cried. “IT DOESN’T EVEN MAKE SENSE, I’M ONLY 5’7!”
You stared at him like he just told you he had a second life as a Marvel superhero.
“Oh my god, I just assumed you’d be, like—”
“Average?!” He gasped, scandalized.
“No! I just- I mean- look at you! You’re this cute little nerd with anime socks and a keyboard with cat ears.. how are you packing all this?!”
You were in utter disbelief, there’s no way your sweet, stammering little boyfriend had been walking around with a dick that big and had no idea what kind of weapon he was carrying. Just raw, untapped dick potential— XL stats on a man who still apologizes when his knees crack too loud. Poor baby had been lugging around a whole third leg, and didn’t even know the first thing to do with it ;(
He simply shook his head, fully tomato red now, flailing beneath you like he was about to spontaneously combust. He watched you like he was afraid to blink. You pumped him once, slowly, watching him shiver under your touch. His lips parted. His back arched. You hadn’t even gotten started and he already looked completely ruined.
“Can I ride you?” You asked sweetly.
He nodded so fast his head could nearly fell off. “Yes. Yes, oh my god, yes- please, I’ll do anything.”
“Anything?” You cocked your eyebrow.
“I’ll uninstall League right now if you ask me to—”
You giggled as you rolled the condom down over him, letting his hands greedily grab at your thighs. He was panting, forehead glistening with a sheen of sweat, like his brain was overheating just from the anticipation.
Then you finally lowered yourself, sinking down onto him, gradually, feeling the way you take him so easily from being soaking wet. Jisung mumbles something illegible under his breath as your cunt swallows his cock whole. It didn’t take long for you to reach the end of him since you were already so ready for him, staying in the same position to feel all of him inside you. His cock was splitting you open so nicely, it felt like you were in utter paradise.
And he made the sound.
Like his soul physically left his body, floated into the air, and gave you a salute on the way out.
“F-fuck.. you’re tight, I can’t—” he clutched your waist, eyes fluttering. “I’m gonna die. This is it. This is how I go.” He desperately bucks into you, wanting to feel more movement from you.
You move your hips to match his rhythm as you gain your balance, pressing both hands on his shoulder blades. You bounce slightly up and down on his cock, feeling your walls being filled up by every inch of him. You shifted from grinding on him real slow to picking up your pace indefinitely. Jisung threw his head back against the pillow from the pleasure, the sound of his balls hitting against your ass with the combination of it jiggling as you rode him like a bunny was enough to make him want to burst on the spot.
You leaned down and give him a chaste kiss. “Best way to go, huh?”
He nods vehemently. “Please don’t stop. Ever. I’ll cancel my Crunchyroll subscription for you. I’ll stop buying figurines. I’ll even delete my Genshin account.”
“Okay, now you’re being dramatic.”
He groaned helplessly as you continuously rode him like your life depended on it, breath hitching with every drag of your hips. He was so sensitive, so overwhelmed with it all that he couldn’t stop moaning into your mouth, mumbling broken, incoherent things like, “You feel soso good,” and “I can’t believe I get to have this,” and “Am I still breathing? No? Cool.”
You kissed down his jaw, showing no signs of stopping. You knew this was going to be one of those moments you’d both play on loop in your heads for a long, long time. “Still pretty, baby.”
He pants out. “You’re gonna kill me.”
You simply keep moaning as you kept bouncing on his cock, he was thrusting back into you, going even deeper. Your eyes reaching the back of your skull from the way he was hitting all the right spots. It wouldn’t take long before you started screaming his name and showering him with endless compliments.
“You’re so fucking pretty, Ji.” You were a broken record at this point, nothing but your whines and his grunts filling the room. You felt tense, your clit was throbbing, the pressure build up making you dizzy. Jisung couldn’t keep his eyes off you for a second, the way your tits bounced through your shirt, the way your long acrylics dug into his skin, he wasn’t even sure how he was still alive.
This was better than any of those fake scenarios that he’d absentmindedly create in his head, better than finally beating a level that he’d get stuck on for hours. He was in pure heaven, and he felt his high approaching any minute.
“I-I think ’m gonna cum,” he desperately choked out, rocking into you like a dog in heat.
Jisung was wrecked beneath you. Hands fisting into the sheets, mouth agape, his eyes rolling back every time you sank down fully and clenched around him.
“Fuck, please- please, I-I can’t,” he whimpered, voice shaky, flushed all the way to the tips of his ears. His stomach tightening with every motion, trying so hard not to lose it.
You leaned forward and cupped his face, riding him a little harder, the slap of skin soft but steady. “You said you could take it, baby,” you whispered, voice syrup-sweet. “You begged for this.”
“I know, I- just- pleaseplease can I cum?” he panted, nearly on the verge of tears. His voice was raw, wrecked, like every second you didn’t let him was a cruel punishment. “’m so close, I’m- I’ll be good, I swear, just let me.. please—”
You seal his lips with yours, just to quiet the begging, grinning against his mouth as his hands fumbled for your hips again. He moaned into the kiss, his hips twitching helplessly under yours.
“You’re lucky you’re cute when you beg,” you airly chuckled, pulling back just enough to look down at him. His eyes were wild, glazed over, the pretty sounds he made were like music to your ears.
“Th-thank you,” he sobbed, the gratitude in his voice borderline ridiculous. “’m gonna- I’m- oh my god—”
And with that, he finally let go. Releasing every last drop of his seed into the condom, muscles tensing up, gripping you like you were his only tether to reality. He looked down to see your arousal creating a white, creamy ring around the base of his thick cock, almost about to cum again just from the mere sight alone. Your legs felt like jello, you were weightless, collapsing onto his sweaty, sticky chest as you try to catch your breath, brain all foggy in your post-coital daze.
You didn’t expect him to cry.
Okay— not, like, full sobbing. But a little misty-eyed? A little “what did I do to deserve this?” A sparkle in his gaze as you lay draped across his chest, both of you blissed out and glowing in the soft, RGB-lit afterglow?
Yeah.
He was trying so hard not to sniffle.
“You okay, baby?” You murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to the curve of his jaw.
Jisung nodded, eyes wide and glassy. “I just… I thought my first time would be like, awkward. Or disappointing. Or I’d accidentally sneeze into someone’s mouth and get banned from touching boobs forever.”
You laughed against his skin. “Definitely didn’t happen.”
“No,” he grins, wrapping his arms tighter around you, “this was better than anything I could’ve ever imagined in my head. Better than my first SSR pull in Genshin. Better than when I tried the seasonal spicy chicken ramen and lived.”
You tilted your head up to meet his eyes. “That’s a pretty long list of victories to beat.”
“You’re the only victory that matters.”
“Oh my god,” you groaned playfully, “who is this smooth man and what has he done with my sweaty, anime-obsessed virgin boyfriend?”
He huffed, burying his face into your hair. “He’s still sweaty and obsessed with anime. He just… also happens to be madly in love with you.”
You smiled into his chest.
“Also,” he added, completely deadpan, “I think I saw the shadow realm.”
You snorted. “When?”
“When you said I was pretty and grabbed my—” His voice cracked. He covered his face with his hands. “Oh my god, I can’t say it. My ancestors are watching.”
You giggled, shifting to lay next to him and intertwining your fingers with his.
And for a while, it was just quiet. Safe. His hand slowly brushing over your side. Your heartbeat syncing with his. The faint whir of his PC fan still spinning in the corner because, of course, he never actually shut it down.
Then he jolted upright suddenly, as if he remembered something urgent.
“Wait.”
You blinked up at him, amused. “What?”
He slid off the bed, naked except for one, singular sock and scurried to his cluttered desk. You watched, dazed and curious, as he fumbled with drawers and cracked open a cabinet that definitely shouldn’t have had food in it.
Finally, he turned around triumphantly. Holding out a white, rectangular box.
“Pocky.”
You stared. “…Seriously?”
“I always imagined I’d give my girlfriend Pocky after her first time with me,” he said solemnly. “Like a weird little anime reward.”
You sat up and grinned. “You are a weird little anime reward.”
He climbed back into bed beside you and opened the box, pulling out one, white chocolate-dipped stick and offering it with both hands like it was a sacred gift.
You bit it gently from his fingers.
“Mmm. You’re such a good boy,” you purred with a playful smile, “giving me snacks after ruining me.”
He short-circuited. Almost choking on his own Pocky. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“I hope so.”
You kissed his cheek, then his nose, and then— just to mess with him— you whispered, “Still thinking about how big you are, by the way.”
Jisung made a noise so high-pitched it could only be heard by dogs. He flopped face down into the sheets, flailing helplessly while you laughed and straddled his back.
“You have to stop saying things like that,” he muffled into the pillow.
“Why?” You asked sweetly, brushing his hair back. “You’re my pretty boy. I’m just appreciating what’s mine.”
He peeked up at you, still pink, still glowing.
“…Promise you’re mine too?”
You leaned down and pressed your lips against his, soft and slow.
“Always.”
Drop The Ball .ᐟ
pairing ⭑ᝰ tutor!gojo x fem!reader x guitarist!geto
cw ⭑ᝰ MDNI, 18+ NSFW — modern AU, smut & some fluff, fwb dynamics, reader is a lil messy (and very indecisive), drinking, praise, mild degradation, pet names (princess, sweetheart, good boy/girl, pretty boy, all that), lots of dirty talk, threesome (mmf), p -> v, oral (m & f rec.), double stuffed (2 in 1), orgasm denial, overstim, spitting, creampies, cum swapping, dumbification, belly bulges, tongue piercing suguru, these boys are NOT straight, going to Paris hahhh ;P, getting caught and facing the 'consequences' (oh how terrible!!)
summary ⭑ᝰ it's new years eve and despite having two on call, you're boy-free for the night. or so you thought, until at nepo-baby naoya's house party you run into not just one, but both guys you've been fucking—without the others knowledge. the real kicker? you have a hard time saying no to both of them, so who's getting the kiss when the year counts down? w/c ⭑ᝰ 15.5k (fml how does this always happen)
a/n ⭑ᝰ happy new year lovelies!! enjoy my toe dip into some satosugu to start the year off right <3 | gorgeous art by @/nek0zuu_ on twt!!
It was a great idea born from the confidence of stringing two men along for longer than you ever thought possible.
It's not like you were looking for (very fun) trouble in the form of bouncing between guys during your limited free time. It just kind of… happened.
It wasn't your fault that after a live show at a local bar you bumped into the guitarist and got a little lost in the dragon inked and wrapped around Suguru Geto’s bicep. In how he pulled his dark hair up off his sweaty neck and into a sleek knot, bangs falling over his brow as he cocked his head and didn’t ask but simply stated that you looked like you needed another drink.
You didn’t object to that, of course you didn’t.
The man before you was six foot something, sheened with sweat from a two hour long set, broad like a linebacker with a smile that could charm the panties off any girl in that bar. Especially when you caught a glimpse of the metal in his mouth as he laughed.
You put your number in his phone and the next week you were having a drink together along with a real conversation. He somehow looked even better in that dark button down, rolled to the elbow to show off the tail end of that dragon on his left arm. Veins pressed up under the tanned skin of his thick forearms, the top three buttons undone so you could see a little of his muscular chest.
Suguru had his hair half up for your date, half of it flowed in dark, thick locks down his back and around his shoulders. But later, when his face was buried between your trembling legs, sucking and flicking that metal barbell on your clit until you were damn near screaming his name, he put his hair up for that.
Not that the knot lasted very long in your hands.
Suguru was funny in a dry way that showed off his wit, fun to be around and seemed to have a way with most people. It made you feel good, that a guy like him who could draw and command a crowd was so infatuated with you. And it definitely didnt hurt that he knew exactly how to fuck you right off the bat.
It was like you were a book he’d bore through cover to cover the moment he met you. He just always seemed to know what to say, what to do to have you quivering and spent but somehow still begging for more.
On more than one occasion you found yourself on your knees in the bathroom at a venue when the band took a break with Suguru's big hands in your hair, guiding your head as you took his thick cock as far down your throat as you could manage. Mascara streaking down your cheeks and strings of saliva dripping down your chin as he fucked your face. Groaning out, “Fuuuck you’re so good baby, such a good girl.” Just to make your eyes roll as your nose buried in the thick patch of dark hair at the base of his cock.
You weren’t his girlfriend really. It was casual and fun but not without some of those emotional little strings that tended to weave their way in when things were so good with someone.
And what definitely wasn’t your fault was getting assigned the hottest tutor you'd ever laid eyes on when your grades started to slip in some of your analytics classes. You'd seen him before in passing around school but Satoru Gojo seemed like the stereotypical obnoxious nerd you steered clear of.
But after that first slightly awkward hour in the library, you realized he couldn’t have been further from that.
A nerd, yes.
Obnoxious, also yes.
But he was sincere and could be sweet and genuine and ridiculous just to make you burst out laughing and nearly get kicked out of the library.
Smart and kind of a know it all, but Satoru wasn’t mean or nasty and he didn't rub your face in your mistakes, just teased you a little, then helped you overcome them. Offering slightly backhanded praise that made your stomach do a weird little flutter regardless.
It didn't hurt that Satoru was about as good looking as human beings could get. That stark light hair he ran a hand through as he looked over your practice test caught your eye and the electricity of that blue in his irises held it. Framed by thick lashes and looking intently at you as you spoke from behind his glasses. He was pretty, seemed ethereal and delicate.
But all it took was a hot afternoon with broken AC and he was stripping out of his usual hoodie and you got a good, long look at what was going on underneath it. Thick, pale biceps and a few defined lines of abs you weren’t expecting and bam, you were hot for tutor.
You and Suguru weren’t exclusive or anything, so when an afternoon ran late, Satoru asked if you were hungry, you said yes.
Without mountains of worksheets and textbooks to distract, conversation flowed quick and easy. It was easy talking to Satoru, he was a goof and outgoing and when he looked at you—stared at you as you spoke or laughed, it was like you were the only thing in the room.
You weren’t sure exactly how it happened, but the air was heavy between you as you walked out of the little ramen joint and just like that, you were texting Shoko to hide in her room or get the hell out because you were inviting Satoru over for… coffee?
Needless to say, not even an hour later you were shoving him down onto your bed and straddling his narrow hips, the flushed tip of his long slender cock notched at your entrance as he kneaded your ass and moaned into your mouth.
Tutoring wasn’t just about academic achievement after that. It was casual, nothing serious but god damn you were fucking like rabbits. In the bathroom at school when you both had space between classes you’d be sat on the sink with your legs wrapped around his waist. He was desperate when he fucked you, unabashed neediness in the way he drove his cock deep and shuddered, breathing your name out and almost choking on it.
Satoru and Suguru were so different, and maybe that’s why you kept seeing both of them. You got something unique from each of them, and weren’t keen on giving up either.
You should have felt guilty for calling Suguru when you wanted to have control and power and any semblance of thought stripped from you and to be fucked on his thick, veined cock until you were drooling and crying like a baby. Should’ve felt guilt for texting Satoru when you wanted to watch the overachiever work hard enough to sweat for praise and getting to feel your pussy squeeze tight and gush down his lengthy cock.
And you did! A little, but it mostly just felt good. You were young and supposed to make fun and somewhat dumb decisions.
So how the hell did you, with two men that kept your pussy busy like she had a full time job of her own, end up flying solo to a new years eve party?
Short answer, you were indecisive and all of sudden it was too late to invite either to nepo brat Naoya Zenin’s house party. Maybe it was for the best because you’d need to be sloppy drunk to not clock the obnoxious pigheaded host in the face should he open his mouth in your vicinity and you didn’t need Satoru or Suguru to see that.
It’d be a girls night. You, Shoko and Utahime got ready at your and Shoko’s place. Helping each other into miniskirts and dresses and dangerously low cut tops because who cares if you were third wheeling on Shoko and Utahime’s definitely not a date, you were going to look hot for no one but yourself and your friends.
Music bumping in the background as the three of you did some pregaming to loosen up and painted each other up with glitter, Shoko in charge of eyeliner because she had a steady hand for not just pre-med, before ordering and piling into the uber to Naoya's McMansion.
“I always forget how rich his family is,” You muttered to the other two as you walked along the packed driveway littered with cars that could pay off your tuition with change. “At a certain point it’s just excessive.”
Shoko shrugged and offered, “I don’t really give a shit how he spends his money just so long as he bought enough booze to last the whole night.” Uthahime elbowed her gently, her brow furrowed.
“Don’t get too sloppy, okay? These shoes aren’t very appropriate for carrying drunk girls home.” She bent her knee and slapped the chunky heel of her shoe and Shoko grinned, throwing an arm around Utahime’s shoulders.
“You’d be making a girl's dream come true because I think I've fantasized about being carried by a strong woman in heels.” Utahime scoffed, but her hand came up to rest on Shoko’s arm affectionately.
The front doors were wide open to let stumbling party goers outside and newcomers into the opulent entryway. Music you'd definitely heard before but couldn't name blared so loud you felt it as you all walked in. Looking around at the decor as you stepped into the lively entryway, it was decked in silver and gold that reflected bright neon lights, but the layout was the same and you were pretty sure you remembered where the kitchen was.
“I’m gonna grab a drink, you guys coming?” You turned to your friends and squeezed closer as a group of loud and clearly already drunk guys brushed past with arms flailing, completely spatially unaware.
Utahime shook her head, “I’m gonna find Mei first, she always leaves these things early and I wanna say hi.”
“I’ll join you,” Shoko offered, stepping up to your side. “I’ll text you when we have refreshments and we’ll come find you, do you want anything?” She asked Utahime and the dark haired woman nodded.
“Perfect, uhh, cranberry vodka?”
“You got it, babe.” Shoko winked and you swore you saw the faintest tinge of blush on Utahimes cheeks before Shoko dragged you into the crowd. The heat of too many bodies cramped together, tangled and slick with sweat from exertion keeping up to the thumping beat.
But you made it through the living room with the vaulted ceiling that seemed too tall to be inside a house with Shoko dragging you along. The long dining table just outside the kitchen held a majority of the drinks and food and you both stopped to check out what was out.
“No cranberry? You’re fucking kidding me,” Shoko muttered, rifling through bottles and containers of mixers and juices.
“It might be in the fridge, be right back,” You offered and Shoko nodded, eyeing a few half empty bottles of amber liquid. The pristine white kitchen was a little quieter, just a few people leaning against the counter chatting. You threw both doors of the fridge open and scanned the contents, looking for something deep red.
“Look who made it,” A vaguely familiar voice drawled from behind one of the fridge doors and you fought the groan dying to break free.
“Wouldn’t miss it,” You chirped back full of fake year end cheer, closing the fridge doors slightly to see the box blonde himself leaned against the counter with a lazy smile. “You got any cranberry juice?”
“No idea,” Naoya shrugged and let his eyes slide down your frame slowly, not bothering to be subtle in the way he lingered on your tits. “I didn't do the shopping.”
The forced smile on your lips went tighter, eyes narrowing. “Great, super helpful.”
“You’re welcome,” He said lightly, oblivious to the sarcasm in your tone. “You here alone?”
“I’ve got a date. Two actually,” You gestured out to the dining table where Shoko was taste testing what you assumed was a variety of the whisky options. “Number one is right there and in need of cranberry juice.”
Naoya furrowed his brow, looking from Shoko to you. “You’re into girls? Huh.” He hummed, as if contemplating it and you scoffed, unable to hold it in.
Is he for real? How fucking dense can a guy be. It was a shame too because he was really cute. Tall, nice features, pulled off those earrings and even the slightly douchey silk black button down. The moment he opened his mouth though, it all came crumbling down and your ovaries practically shriveled.
“Uh… yeah sure, whatever.” You mumbled, turning back to the fridge to continue your cranberry search.
“I guess that’s kinda hot,” He took the door of the fridge from you, opening it fully and moving closer. “Still into guys? I can give you a list of reasons why you should be, or I can show you.” He towered over you and you just whiteknuckled the door of the fridge and stared off flatly into the cold LED lit box.
You were pretty sure he wouldn’t get the hint even if you punctuated each word of not interested with a slam of his head in that fridge.
Still staring straight ahead and avoiding any and all eye contact, you were about to open your mouth to respond with as much enthusiasm as a wet wipe when a deep, familiar voice said your name behind you and both you and Naoya whipped your heads around.
“This guy bugging you?” Suguru nodded at Naoya and leaned back on the counter, arms crossed and biceps bulging against the soft fabric of his t-shirt, dragon wrapped around the muscle of his left and disappearing under the tight sleeve. God, he looked like a bouncer with his hair up like that, using his size to his advantage over the slightly shorter and definitely smaller Naoya. As much as you could and would absolutely stick up for yourself, it was pretty hot to see Suguru puffing up for you.
The fridge door closed as you took attention off of it and Naoya—who had taken a step out of your space and was looking Suguru over.
“Who’s thi—”
“You should probably check on the rest of the party, I saw a few guys tossing a vase around like a football on the lawn when we came in. Looked expensive.” You cut Naoya off with a blatant lie and he scowled, immediately marching off towards the entryway.
With the unwelcome interruption gone, you leaned back against the fridge and smiled wide at Suguru.
“Hey,” He returned it, his deep violet gaze sliding down your body slowly, like Naoya but without the creep factor and immensely more welcome. “You look nice.” He noted, meeting your eyes again.
“Thanks,” You peeled off the fridge and closed the distance across the kitchen, approaching Suguru where he was still leaned on the counter, arms still crossed over his broad chest. “So do you, I like that shirt.” It didn’t hide a whole lot of him, and you quite enjoyed that.
Suguru hummed, letting his hands fall to hold the marble at his hips. “Thanks, you here on your own?” He asked, upturned eyes narrowing a little. You could tell he was looking for something specific in your reactions and answers, but you didn't hesitate.
“No, are you?”
“No,” He shot back fast and you both held each other's eyes for a drawn out moment. Was he here with another girl? The thought shouldn’t bother you, but a warm, ugly feeling like jealousy stirred in your chest at the idea for some reason.
You broke first, nodding off at the dining room. “Shoko’s doing her whiskey flight over there,”
Suguru’s face softened a little and he chuckled. “I’ve got a few friends scattered around here… somewhere,” He gestured vaguely around, seeming almost annoyed at the excess of the house and you laughed with him.
“Good luck with your haystack search.”
“What, not gonna help me?” He cocked his head, a lock of dark hair falling over his brow in an endearing motion that made it very hard to say no to him.
But you shook your head and held your ground because you weren’t about to ditch girls night for a guy, even when that guy was Suguru looking so yummy you could lick him from head to toe.
“Sorry, can’t ditch my dates tonight.”
“I get it,” A sly smirk tugged at his mouth as he continued. “You gonna be kissing either of those dates at midnight?”
Your head fell back as you laughed at that. “No, I’m pretty sure they’ll be occupied with each other at midnight.” There was a glint in his eye and something in the wide smile that stretched across his face as you got even closer—as always, you came to Suguru not the other way around. “Why? You wanna be my new year's kiss or something?”
“Maybe I do,” He skimmed a hand up your side, wide palm settling on your waist just to hold. “Since we’re both here, uncoordinated no less.” He pointed out and you hummed thoughtfully.
“You’re right, can’t be a coincidence,” You slipped a hand up his forearm, tracing up the ink as you held his eyes. “Come find me just before the countdown, ‘kay?”
“In this maze?” He scrunched his nose, hesitant at having to navigate the floor plan on a time crunch.
You scoffed a laugh, “Fine, text me where you are and I’ll come find you, give me ten minutes cause this place’ll be packed.” He grimaced at that but it faded quickly, replaced by that smile that had your stomach fluttering and your panties ruined.
“You got it, see you in a couple hours,” He winked, giving your waist a firm squeeze and you nodded, leaning up on tip toes to plant a peck on his jaw. Giddiness bubbled like carbonation in your chest as you separated and made your way back to Shoko at the table.
“You find the cranberry?” She asked as you leaned on the dark hardwood beside her.
“No, Naoya has no taste, sorry.”
“You sure you weren’t just distracted?” She replied plainly but too quickly to not be purposeful and you shrugged. She shot you a knowing smile, “I thought I was your date?”
“I’m making backup plans just in case my date ditches me for our other date,” You sent a pointed look her way and she deflected with a shrug, pushing a white plastic cup your way.
“Try that for me,” You lifted the cup and peered at the contents. A warm golden brown swirled in the cup and you sniffed, getting apple and something tart and tasted basically that plus an overwhelming amount of whisky when you took a small sip. “Think Hime will like it?”
You stifled a cough at the slight burn. “If she wants chest hair, then probably.”
With Shoko bartending for you and Utahime, you were loosened significantly up within less than an hour of arrival. You were also going to the bathroom every pathetic fifteen minutes and the closest toilet was always guarded by groups of people knit tighter than fancy Egyptian sheets.
Ducking and weaving through the crowd in your way without a single shit at who you shoved out of your warpath, you were halfway down the packed hall and to your destination when someone decided to take a full step back and body check you. Sending you stumbling to the left and into a hard body with great reflexes that had arms around you before you could even think about falling to the ground.
You looked up at your savior, about to peel off whatever stranger you’d essentially assaulted, but were met with wide and very familiar azure eyes already fixed on you from behind prescription lenses.
“Whoa, uh, hey?” Satoru smiled bright at you, hands firm on your waist as you stared back frozen in place, palms on his broad chest and your whole body pressed up against his.
“Hi?” You blinked a few times, pulling yourself out of the shellshock of being jostled right into your other undefined situation.
Oh fuck. Suguru was here too. You werent too sure what would happen should you get caught right in the fucking act, you’d never faced this problem before. But your bladder screamed that it was about to burst and that pushed the consequences of your two timing onto the back burner.
“Shit, sorry, hi!” You peeled off Satoru and took a step back. “I’m about to explode and I need to get to the, y’know, like now so I’ll be ri—”
“Oh here, I’ll give you a hand getting through!” He offered and didn’t really give you an opportunity to say no and get the fuck away before he grabbed your hand and sent your stomach flipping up into your throat just thinking of someone seeing you. Someone like Suguru.
To his credit though, Satoru barged his way through that hall like he played football instead of World of Warcraft. “Thanks! I’d still be a mile back fighting for my life without you,” You chuckled as he slowed, the closed bathroom door coming into view.
But, of fucking course, it was locked. This whole house hated you, so why wouldn’t it be?
“There’s another one upstairs, c’mon.” Satoru, again, didn’t wait for a response, just grabbed your hand and yanked you down the hall back the way you’d come.
It was sweet; that he heard ‘emergency’ and jumped to solve your problem.
It was just the worst place to be doing so.
You stumbled behind, head whipping around frantically trying to catch any sight of silky, dark hair knotted up as you were dragged up the stairs. You saw no sign of him and the main floor disappeared from view as you both slipped around the corner.
Satoru jiggled the handle on the last door and it gave, cracking open. “Hah, what an idiot.” He snickered, shoving the door open and you followed inside.
It was a bedroom, huge with a massive bed fit with dark satin sheets, chairs and a modest velvety couch around a fireplace, massive double glass doors that opened to a big balcony. It was decorated nicely and if it wasn’t for the Naoya-centric photos, certifications and awards hung and purposefully placed around you would have assumed it was the master and his parents room, but no parent is that proud of their kid.
“All yours, no elbows or lines,” Satoru said proudly, waving a hand at another door on the far side of the room as he flopped down onto the bed and you asked no more questions. Making a beeline right for the door and shutting it a little harshly behind you.
You pulled your phone out and sent a message as soon as you weren’t in danger of ruining your lack of pants.
[You] 11:04 P.M. u see sugu in the last 10ish mins??
[Sho-hoe] 11:05 P.M. nope srry no sign ofthe raven
[Sho-hoe] 11:06 P.M. hime saw u got draggd upstairs by te dove tho he hehhh
[Sho-hoe] 11:06 P.M. nuahgty grl
[You] 11:06 P.M. thx and plssss give hime ur phone for the rest of the nite
You scoffed at the dumb code names and how obliterated she clearly already was and tucked your phone away after washing your hands and stepped back out.
Satoru was sprawled on Naoya’s bed, scrolling on his phone waiting for you. He looked just as he usually did, dressed down in dark jeans that frayed a little at the cuffs, a dark, slightly oversized long sleeve t-shirt with the design for what you knew after several weeks of seeing him was his favorite digimon—Agumon.
“How do you know Naoya’s house so well?” You asked, flopping down onto the bed next to Satoru and he tossed his phone up by the pillows.
“Our families are in cahoots, I've been coming here since I was a kid and vice versa.” He rolled onto his side to face you, glasses sat low on the sloped bridge of his nose and a cheeky half smile playing at his lips. “First time I've been in here without him though, wanna go through his stuff?”
You snorted a laugh rolled onto your back, “So badly, I bet he’s got great dirt in here. But I gotta get back to third wheeling downstairs.”
Satoru hummed at your side, “Think they can wait like, five more minutes?” You turned your head to face him, the sweet, wide smile on his face that masked unmistakable mischief, and raised your brows. “Ten minutes?” He offered instead.
You held his bright cerulean eyes, holding your ground for as long as you could knowing full well you had just as much of a hard time saying no to Satoru too.
“That’s not how you negotiate,” The corners of your mouth betrayed you as you spoke, rolling with him as he grinned, pulling you to straddle his lap.
“No? My methods seemed to work just fine,” He pointed out plainly, holding your hips as you rocked back a little on the bulge growing in his jeans.
It was frankly annoying how right he was. You still had to find Suguru and it would most definitely not be just ten minutes, but how could you just leave when Satoru was flushed and sharing your breath as your fingers tangled in his hair. Those big hands squeezing the fat of your ass as he rutted his clothed cock against you and your ruined panties.
You’d never fucked both of them in the same day, let alone even seen them in the same night. And as much as the thought of finding Suguru later and fucking him with Satoru’s cum still leaking from your needy pussy made your belly flutter with twisted arousal, that was a little too far.
So you shimmied down, undid his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled his pretty, pale cock out. Eyes on his as he leaned up on his forearms and moaned when you traced a vein up with your flat tongue and swirled around his flushed tip.
A few minutes later you wiped away some of your eye makeup that had started to run in the mirror of Naoya’s bathroom and snickered at the idea of Satoru being the only one getting head in that bed tonight. Joining him again with a fast kiss on his warm, pink cheek and combing your fingers through his messy hair.
“Wait here for a couple minutes, I don't need a spiel about safe sex or whatever from the town drunk.” You smiled sweetly at the mildly dazed Satoru, oblivious to any ulterior motives in your staggered exits.
He nodded and ran a hand through his hair, messing it up again as you slipped out the door and shut it softly behind you. Through the crowded hall, down the stairs and all the way to the dining room to fix a new drink and stifle any taste of Satoru left in your mouth before you new years kissed (etc.) Suguru in thirty minutes.
Shit, were you kind of messy?
You held the mix of sprite and some clear liquor in your mouth for a moment and assessed your situation a little. Maybe you were, but you were having fun too, and wasn’t that the whole point?
There was no sign of Satoru or Suguru anywhere on the main floor, and you figured you were in the clear as much as you could be. Waiting out the time before your phone buzzed sunk into a plush chair near a—
Your brief zone out was interrupted by a message and you figured it was probably Shoko or Utahime since it was still half an hour to midnight. But it was Suguru.
[Sugu] 11:28 P.M. last door on the 2nd floor, whenever you’re ready
You didn’t even question it, just hauled your ass out of that comfy chair and made your way back up to the second floor. Only registering that the room was familiar as you approached the door.
Something in your hazy head made you hesitate as your fingers hovered over the handle, but what was there to hesitate about? Definitely not the possibility of fucking Suguru in Naoya’s room.
The thought made you chuckle to yourself, that you'd be the only one getting any in his room, as you pushed the door open.
Suguru looked up from his phone, sitting legs spread on Naoya’s dark bedspread. He smiled as he caught your eye, but didn’t get up, just leaned back a little, tossing his phone to the side and letting you come to him as usual.
Not that you ever minded, especially not then. Legs wide open to you in dark, loose jeans, simple black t-shirt that hugged every perfect muscle that flexed and rippled with each movement. His hair was down, falling around his shoulders in soft, silken waves you were dying to run your fingers through.
You might have crawled on all fours to that man if he asked.
He didn’t though, just lifted his chin a little and smiled right back at you as you walked in.
“I think your summons came a little early,” You noted and Suguru’s deep violet eyes narrowed a fraction, thick, dark lashes giving him something feline to the look he shot you.
“Mhm, I wanted to make sure we all had time before the year turned over. New leaf and all that.”
His words hit wrong and you furrowed your brow at Suguru, it seemed to only fuel whatever had him looking at you like you were a rabbit that hadn’t realized it stepped right into a snare.
“What do you mean?”
You were about to find out that that’s exactly what you were.
Suguru’s eyes drifted off to the side quickly, sending a look that was almost imperceivable with how quick and minute it was. But your pulse was starting to pick up and your mind was racing to the worst case scenario.
Could he have—
“C’mon, princess,” Suguru crooned at your confused expression. “I know. We know, actually.”
Your stomach dropped. Oh fuck.
“Gotcha,” A voice chirped behind you and you jumped as the door swung shut, whirling around to be met with Satoru leaned against the wall, one hand tucked in the pocket of his jeans. You knew it in your gut before you saw him there, but it didn’t stop you from floundering like a beached fish. Mouth opening and closing trying to figure out how exactly to ask how?
“I-I don’t—” You cut yourself off, observing the look Satoru and Suguru were sharing. Not frustration, anger, anything negative you might have expected.
It was amused. A silent conversation passed that you were decidedly not a part of and you went from oh fuck to what the fuck?
“Do you… know him?” You pointed the question at Suguru, who tore his eyes off the white haired man on your other side and suddenly the weight of both their attention was on you.
“Come here,” Suguru beckoned you to him, cocking his head and watching under low lashes as you slowly approached. Stopping once you were between his legs, your racing pulse picking up again as he skimmed his knuckles up your bare thigh and finally answered your question.
“Of course I do, Satoru has been my best friend since we were, what, fourteen?” He looked behind you as he asked and Satoru hummed from across the room.
“I was fifteen, close enough though.”
Suguru rolled his eyes, “Anyways, my point stands.” He set his eyes on you again, both hands gliding up the backs of your thighs with a smirk. “We absolutely know each other.”
“Seems like someone’s been pretty busy lately, huh, Sugu?” Satoru spoke up behind you and you turned to look but Suguru caught your chin in one hand and held your face to him.
“Very busy.” He agreed, holding your eyes with a sharp look. “No wonder she needs a tutor, shes getting fucked stupid every day that ends with ‘y’.”
There was a burn you felt in not just your face, but in your belly that had your thighs squeeze a little. It didn’t go unnoticed by Suguru, who’s hand was high enough on your leg he was almost holding your ass.
You had no idea what to say, mostly because apologizing didn’t feel right since they didn’t even seem mad.
You shifted a little under the weight of Suguru’s sharp eyes as you tried to just say something. “We never, like, talked about it. I didn’t think—”
“You’re right, we never even talked about it.” Satoru pitched in behind you, getting closer as he spoke, pulling your hair back and speaking close enough to your ear that his lips brushed the shell, making you shiver. “What if I wanted to go steady, sweetheart?”
“What if I wanted to go steady, hey princess?” Suguru piled on immediately, gripping your thigh and holding your chin as Satoru’s soft fingers traced the curve of your neck. Affronting every sense to make you feel almost dizzy just from their touch.
“You were really going to suck him off, and come kiss me barely even thirty minutes later?” Suguru questioned, tutting with disapproval. “Kinda slutty, don’t you think, Satoru?”
“So fucking slutty,” He hissed agreement in your ear and your breath caught.
“Act like a slut, get treated like a slut.” Suguru shrugged as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Is that what you want, princess? To be our slut?”
He didn’t give you a moment to answer, spinning you to face Satoru and pulling you to sit in his lap. Your miniskirt was hiked around your hips and Suguru had your legs spread wide open to Satoru.
“Look at that,” The pad of a thick finger slid featherlight over your slick panties. Drenched through and sticking to your puffy pussy. “Good girls don’t get this wet from sucking cock, right Satoru?”
“You’re so right, Sugu,” He murmured back, eyes trained on where Suguru’s fingers were gliding, pressing everywhere but your clit. “But sluts definitely do,”
Suguru laughed, and you felt the reverberation of it in his chest pressed against your back. His lips brushed your ear as he spoke, “Is that why you didn't fuck him? Wanted to come fuck me instead?”
Satoru took a step closer, and you bit your lip, keeping your eyes on his. “Just couldn't say no to me though, isn't that right?” He trailed a finger through your cleavage, up your neck to hold your chin, pulling your lip free and leaning close. “Can't say no to me, can't say no to Sugu. Greedy and slutty, aren't you, sweetheart?”
“Someone wanted the whole cake tonight. Did you bite off more than you could handle, princess?” Suguru’s breath was hot in your ear and his hands never stopped going, peeling the ruined gusset of your panties to the side to expose your bare pussy to Satoru. His full lips parted, pale lashes lowering as Suguru used two fingers to spread your slick folds.
A whimper left your lips, eyes unfocused as your head fell back to rest on Suguru’s shoulder. You could feel the purr of his voice as he spoke to Satoru, but all you could do was clutch at his muscled forearm.
“Go ahead, take them off.”
Fingers curled around the waistband of your panties and pulled. You lifted your head, and Satoru was on his knees between yours and Suguru’s legs, looking up not at you, but at Suguru.
“Don’t let her come until I say so,” Suguru instructed the man with his face not six full inches from your cunt, his smooth hands sliding up your thighs to push them further apart as he rolled his eyes.
“You’re no fun, Sugu,” Satoru licked a long stripe from hole to clit and your spine bowed off Suguru’s chest, a quick cry ripping from your throat as he flicked over the neglected bud. “You said you wanted to make her cry, right?”
“You’re such a complainer, this’ll be plenty of fun so don’t worry about that. Use your pretty mouth for something more useful than talking will ya?” Suguru teased and Satoru scoffed, but he did as he was told. Suguru kissed your cheek, trailing down to your neck. “You’ll cry for me, won’t you princess?”
You couldn’t answer, not with Satoru gliding through your folds, pointing his tongue and teasing at your drooling hole to make you keen.
“Who’s face do you like making a mess on more? His,” Suguru dragged his tongue up your neck, the warm metal gliding firmly over your skin to make you shiver. “Or mine?”
All you could do was whine out with Suguru latched on your throat, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Palming your breast with one hand and carding his fingers through Satoru's hair to keep his face buried in your pussy.
It was possessive in a way and even as Satoru had you speared on his tongue, glasses fogged with his nose rubbing against your clit just right. He had your legs shaking in his hands and pressure ready to burst deep, but you couldn’t deny it. Suguru just had a talent for it and knew how to use that god damn piercing to make you sob when he put his mouth on you.
Again, you couldn’t answer and Suguru was well aware of what he was doing. Holding silence wasn’t right though because quickly Suguru had a hand in your hair turning your face to him, and the other that was on Satoru’s head pulled him off you and sent your climb to climax to a screeching halt. You choked on nothing, trembling in Suguru’s lap and Satoru yelped.
“Ow! The fuck—that hurt, asshole.” Satoru yanked his head back out of Suguru’s reach and rubbed a sore spot where his hair was pulled hard.
“Sorry, but you like it when she does it, right?” Suguru countered, not taking his eyes off you as you breathed hard and came down.
“That’s different,” Satoru snapped back and Suguru hummed, his hand dipping down to push two fingers into your hole and you twitched with sensitivity. He plunged them in and out slowly, curling up to hit a sweet spot deep inside. The sounds were obscene, slick coated his fingers and leaked down your ass, no doubt making a mess under you.
Suguru pulled your face to him, hand in your hair and tugging as his lips found yours. You moaned into his mouth as he fucked his long, thick digits into you and licked into your mouth, the barbell clicking against your teeth and sliding against your own tongue.
When he pulled his fingers from your pulsing cunt just as you started to feel pressure crest, you were kind of expecting it. Suguru could be soft and gentle, but he had the capacity to make you sob and beg for relief or release when he wanted. What he really wanted was for you to cry. So you didn’t stop the tears that slipped out at the ache of another lost release that twisted through your gut.
He broke the kiss and looked at your face, your trembling lip and glossy eyes, and smiled. He admired his own fingers next, the sticky translucent webs that stretched between when he scissored.
And last, was Satoru.
“Open your mouth,” Suguru ordered and Satoru scoffed. “Just do it, don’t be a brat.” Satoru glared, hesitating. But Suguru always got what he wanted, it didn’t matter who he wanted it from, and Satoru dropped his jaw slowly. Eyes flicking from you to Suguru, a mild flush tinging his pale cheeks.
Fire flickered to new heights in your belly as you watched Suguru push his fingers into Satoru’s mouth. Suguru slid in and out, gliding over Satoru’s pink tongue and pale lashes fluttered a little as Suguru pushed in deep.
“You’re so good Satoru, so fucking pretty,” Suguru purred praise to the man still on his knees between your legs, and a moan spilled out around those thick fingers stuffed in his mouth. “Be a good boy for me and suck,”
Satoru closed his full lips and held Suguru’s gaze as he licked and sucked your slick arousal off his fingers. Humming and moaning without hesitation, the blush across his face was deep but whatever uncertainty he had was gone now. He palmed his hard cock over his jeans, lashes fluttering at the mild relief, his other hand squeezing your thigh hard. Suguru rolled his hips up into you, grinding his own bulge against your ass.
“You like watching, don’t you?” Suguru murmured in your ear and you didn’t even need to think, just nodded softly and immediately. Your pussy practically had its own pulse with how much need was throbbing through you.
You were right in the middle of and squirming around at whatever was happening around you.
Sure, you'd dreamt of the possibility of having them both but it wasn't something you thought would happen in the real waking world. But here they both were, and you were watching them together.
Suguru pulled out of Satoru’s mouth, a lewd string of saliva connecting them for a moment before it broke and hung from Satoru’s deep pink lips. You turned to the dark haired man, seeing a hint of flush across his face too.
“Sugu,” He put his dark gaze on you and hummed.
“Yes, princess?”
“I want to kiss Satoru,” You fluttered your lashes at Suguru, hand smoothing down his forearm and he chuckled.
“I bet you do, he's pretty hard to resist huh?” Suguru responded pointedly, his tone hinted at your lack of control not even an hour before, so you just pursed your lips and nodded. “Go on then, don't keep our poor pretty boy waiting.”
You turned back to Satoru to pull him in, but he was already on his feet, cupping your face and putting his lips on yours as you sat in Suguru’s lap. Feeling his thick cock rolling up against you from below as Satoru’s lips pressed yours open, tasting yourself on his tongue as he met yours.
He pushed you back into Suguru’s chest and your fingers thread up through his soft hair. Your head rolled back onto Suguru’s shoulder, his hands on your waist and holding you in place as Satoru tugged your top down, freeing your tits and Suguru squeezed one as Satoru cupped the other.
Satoru groaned into your mouth as you tugged his hair gently, and Suguru murmured in your ear, squeezing your nipple and twisting to make you squeal and break the kiss.
“Take his cock out,”
You didn’t question and didn’t hesitate to do exactly that, using both hands to open Satoru’s belt with a soft clink. You looked up at him as you popped the button on his jeans.
“Take your shirt off, it’s in my way.” He grinned and obliged quickly, yanking it off in one motion and tossing it to the floor, leaving his glasses crooked on his face. You admired him for a moment, eyes roving the lean cut of his body, following the trail of snowy hair that led straight to what had your mouth practically watering again, and tugged his jeans and boxers low enough that his pale cock sprang free.
A soft sigh left his lips as you wrapped a hand around the base, twisting a little on the glide up how you knew he liked it, pre leaking from the slit in his blushing tip. Suguru worked your tits, kneading and rolling and pinching, nipping at the skin of your neck while you pumped your hand on Satoru’s cock.
He gripped Suguru’s broad shoulder with one hand and kissed you again, towering over and leaning you back on Suguru’s other shoulder. His other glided up your slit and you moaned into Satoru’s mouth as he slid two long fingers knuckle deep. Making the hand on his cock falter in its rhythm for a moment.
It was like they had done this before, how perfectly they played off and with each other. Like you were a toy, and Satoru and Suguru were no stranger to sharing those.
“Greedy girl wanted both of us tonight, think you can handle us at the same time?” Suguru murmured, a lilt to his voice that hinted at amusement seeing you try to do just that. In lieu of a verbal response, your walls fluttered around Satoru’s fingers and his lips against yours.
“I felt that,” He smirked, barely pulling away from your mouth to speak. “Soaking wet just at the idea of taking both of us. You really are a fucking slut, aren't you baby?”
“How many times did you beg me to fill you up just to get Satoru to fuck my cum back into you?” Suguru asked, his voice low like he wouldn’t have minded it and Satoru’s eyes glittered at those words.
But you jumped to deny it because that was the one rule you held yourself to. It wasn't just sex, not with either of them. Sure it was casual but you cared about both of them, you liked both of them, a lot.
It was just hard to decide between the two because when you asked yourself who you liked more… you weren't sure if there even was an answer to that.
“No, I never—ngh, never saw you both on the same day.” You whimpered out your claim at innocence, holding Satoru’s icy eyes through his smudged glasses. They flicked to Suguru and the man chuckled, the deep sound vibrating through your back.
“Well, you were going to kiss me with his cum in your mouth, so I guess that changed the first chance you had the opportunity.” Suguru retorted, pinching a nipple as Satoru thrust his fingers in deep and curled up, prodding an overworked spot inside as his thumb pressed up on your clit.
There was no denying that one, not that you could. Writhing and keening in Suguru’s lap, your head thrown back and panting at the attention paid all over your body. Satoru rolled his hips slowly, fucking your fist knowing you were too overstimulated to move yourself. It was almost too much, but you could tell this was the beginning of whatever was about to happen.
“Hey Sugu, I think she's ready, yeah?” Satoru asked, pulling his fingers from your sticky cunt and showing the mess off to Suguru.
“Definitely, put her on the bed.”
Satoru obeyed quickly. Biceps flexing as he lifted you off Suguru and tossed you to lie on your back. Tits bouncing as you hit the comforter, your knees pressed together under the weight of both their wandering eyes.
The attempt at modesty felt pathetic and didn't last. They each had a hand on a knee and pried your legs apart.
“Don’t be all shy now, sweetheart,” Satoru squeezed your leg and slid his hand down, smirking cheeky and too attractive for his own good. Head tilted and platinum bangs falling across his eyes.
“Sorry princess, but it's a little late to feign innocence.” Suguru said with mock pity, tilting his head at you. His fingers tugged the hem of his shirt up, and he pulled it over his head. You swallowed hard at his bare chest, broad and toned, his abs that rippled as his thick arms went up over his head, hair cascading around his shoulders as he tossed his shirt to the floor. Satoru looked him over as well, gaze sliding over his bare body.
Your eyes bounced back and forth, from Satoru—standing taller and leaner, to Suguru—only a couple of inches shorter than the man next to him, but he was broader, more muscled. It was almost funny how they held the same differences in their pants.
Where Satoru was longer, Suguru was thicker.
Suguru walked around the bed and your eyes followed him as he stopped to stand on the side opposite Satoru.
“Come here,” He demanded, softly but firmly and you obliged, rolling over to crawl to him on all fours. Stopping only when you were inches from him. You knew what he wanted and had his pants undone and were pulling them down before he said another word. Strong fingers curled into your hair and held tight as you pulled his thick, veined cock free, head blushing deep and leaking.
He kicked his jeans off and got on the bed to kneel in front of you. Your hand wrapped around the base of his cock and glided up, thumb smearing pearly pre-cum beading at the slit.
Tummy tight with desire and mouth practically watering at the sight before you, about to lean in and lick his drooling tip, Suguru stopped you with that hand in your hair before you could. Wincing as he pulled you upright and long fingers curled into the hem of your shirt and tugged up.
Satoru was behind you and pulling your shirt off, discarding it to the floor with theirs.
“Wanna taste him sweetheart?” He murmured in your ear, hands sliding up your body to cup your breasts and you leaned back into his chest. His cock slid between your folds with your ass pressed to his hips and you moaned, nodding. Eyes on Suguru as he watched Satoru grind himself against you.
“Mhm, Sugu I wanna—ah, s-suck you,” Brows pinching, you reached for Suguru as Satoru held you close. The man in front of you chuckled softly and leaned in close, lips barely brushing yours. His hands closed around your hips, pushing and pulling you to grind against Satroru’s cock.
“I know you do, princess. Think you can be good and slutty for us and take Satoru while you're choking on me?”
Oh fuck. The thought sent a shiver rushing up your spine, heat pooling in your belly to make you whine out and nod quickly.
“Yes! Fuck, god yes—I want you both, please.”
That was it.
They shared a look over your shoulder and both leaned back simultaneously. Your miniskirt was shoved off quickly and discarded with the rest of all your clothes. Satoru held your hip and slid a hand up your spine, pushing down between your shoulder blades. Suguru had a hand in your hair again, the other held the base of his cock as your palms planted on his thighs. He pulled your head back to look up at him, your jaw dropping to let your mouth hang open, tongue out a little how you knew he liked.
He smirked and slapped the tip of his cock on your tongue a few times, letting you taste the salty pre leaking. Satoru slid between folds, wetting himself further with your slick, squeezing your hip hard enough to ache.
Suguru pushed in first. Using his grip in your hair to hold your head as he thrust in. Thick cock filling your mouth with just the first couple inches. Tongue gliding along the underside, lips stretched around him as he fucked into you, getting deeper as you started to adjust.
As you got Suguru halfway in, Satoru was lined up to your entrance and slipping his cock in, pushing through your ring of tightening muscles. Your lashes fluttered at the stretch, moaning around Suguru as they both thrust into you.
“Fuck, you're so tight sweetheart,” Satoru moaned behind you, rolling his hips to drive deeper.
“She likes getting her face fucked,” Suguru added with a mean snap deep into your throat just to make you gag and clench around Satoru.
“I know that,” Satoru snapped back, hips slapping your ass as he shoved all the way in and forced you further onto Suguru’s cock. Eyes watering and whimpering at the fullness from both ends.
“You seem to like this a lot, if only you'd been honest earlier we could’ve been fucking you together months ago.” Satoru said regretfully and Suguru shared the sentiment with a chastising look down at you.
“Did it get you wet, going between two guys any time you wanted?” Suguru asked, thumb brushing your cheek to swipe through a wet track. Still sliding in and out of your mouth, his cock hitting the back of your throat. “Did you ever touch yourself thinking about having both of us like this?”
“Fuck Sugu,” Satoru whined, driving deep and stilling as your pussy fluttered around him. “She's squeezing the shit out of me every time you talk to her,”
Suguru looked up at Satoru with a smug smirk, not stopping the movement of his hips. “Are you really complaining about good pussy?” He scoffed a laugh and glanced back at you. “Has he not been fucking you properly?”
“I fuck her just fine,” Satoru hissed back, bottoming out again with a harsh thrust that pushed you into Suguru again and you whimpered. “Isn't that right, baby?” Satoru asked, like you could fucking answer with Suguru's cock halfway down your throat, just focusing on breathing through your nose as they drove into you with a coordinated rhythm.
Finally, Suguru pulled your head and angled his hips and your nose buried in the dark hair at the base of his cock. “Oh fuuuck, that's it, princess.” He groaned, hand smoothing over your throat to feel the bulge of his cock deep. “Take it all like such a good girl—god you feel so fucking good.”
Tears streaming and drool streaked down your chin, the praise sent heat to your already pulsing cunt. Making you moan around him and tighten around Satoru.
“Fuck yeah she does,” Satoru groaned, gripping an asscheek in each hand and spreading to watch his cock slide in and out. “So fucking good,”
“Does he feel good, princess? You gonna come on his pretty cock like a good, slutty girl?” Suguru crooned, leaking warm pre-cum deep in your throat and you barely responded, humming a muffled confirmation as you blinked up at him.
Dizzy with pressure and pleasure that sparked like electricity all the way to your toes. You'd long since lost track of time and only when the barely audible shouting of five came from downstairs and cut through the fog, did you remember you were about to roll into the new year.
Starting it off between two guys and stuffed from either end. The wholesome, good ol’ fashioned way!
“Sorry, princess.” Suguru said to you and looked up, locking eyes with Satoru as the crowd shouted four!
“Satoru,” He said, his voice low and rough and filled with desire you could hear and see on his face.
Three!
“Suguru,” Satoru replied breathlessly and you didn’t need to see his face, you could hear how wrecked he looked.
They both stilled for just a moment, Suguru's hand in your hair tight enough to sting, Satoru clutching your hip with bruising grip.
Two!
They moved at the same time. In sync in a way that only people who'd spent years paying attention to each other could be.
Satoru reached and thread his fingers through Suguru’s long, silky hair. Suguru held the back of Satoru's head, gripping the nape of his neck. They pulled each other close, shoved as deep as possible in you as they shared a breath.
One!
Satoru closed the distance, putting his lips on Suguru's as the crowd exploded into cheers. It was light and experimental at first, but it deepened when Satoru tilted his head and Suguru pressed Satoru's mouth open. The white haired man moaned as his tongue met Suguru's. Tasting and feeling the warm metal of that barbell as it clicked against his teeth.
All you could do was whimper and squirm at what was happening above you, hearing the chu of their lips sliding together, the little noises Satoru made as Suguru held him close and licked into his mouth. The need in their panting breaths that made you wonder if this was even the first time they'd kissed.
It wasn't.
Suguru bit Satoru, sharp teeth sinking into the plush of his lower lip for a moment. He whimpered, and was cut off when Suguru captured his mouth again.
Still buried to the hilt in your cunt, Satoru rolled his hips to chase friction and pushed deeper, moaning around Suguru’s tongue. Making you whine out and claw at Suguru's thick thigh as his drooling tip grinded against your cervix. Suguru offered no relief though, his grip firm in your hair and hips angled to make shallow thrusts deep in your throat and you started to choke on his cock with tears blurring your vision.
Finally, they broke apart after an eternity keeping you pinned between them and Suguru pulled out of your mouth. You gasped for breath and coughed, saliva stringing from your lips to his cock as you spluttered.
“You okay, princess?” He asked, tilting your face up to him. Eyes dark with blown pupils and lips glossed with his and Satoru’s spit. You sniffed and nodded and Suguru smiled, taking his cock in hand again. “You ready?”
“Mhm,” Your jaw dropped, tongue out and Suguru fed you his cock inch by inch.
They both picked up the pace, Suguru fucking your throat properly as Satoru drove his leaking cock deep, dragging against a sweet spot that had your lashes fluttering.
“Make her come, Satoru. Our girl's been so good, taking us both so fucking perfect.” Suguru ordered, glancing back and forth between you both.
“You’re so right, Sugu,” Satoru purred, a hand sliding down your thigh, fingertips grazing lightly back up the inside to tease a little. Tracing your cunt stretched around his cock and hissing as he felt himself dragging in and out. “So perfect, like she was made for us.”
Finally, your eyes rolled in your fucking skull and a loud moan slipped out around Suguru’s cock as the pad of Satoru’s fingers pressed up on your throbbing clit.
It was instant, how your whole body glittered with electricity and they both recognized it. Fucking into you faster, harder, pushing and pulling your mushy mind between them to spin dizzyingly until all you could feel was their cocks and the pressure that had you ready to explode.
Gripping Suguru’s thigh hard, nails digging into the muscle as he groaned, head falling back and his cock pulsing in your throat.
Satoru panted your name, toying your twitching clit as he leaned down and put his heavy, sweat slicked chest on your back, lips brushing your ear. “Gonna come for me, yeah? Be a good girl and make a mess on my cock like Sugu said, okay?”
How in the hell could you ever say no to that? Your body certainly couldn't.
The first wave hit like a truck and your eyes squeezed shut as your spine bowed. Your scream stifled and held in your throat by Suguru's cock shoved deep.
Suguru groaned low in his chest and Satoru started babbling, cock twitching and ready to spill into your spasming cunt.
“Oh fuck yes,” He gasped, slamming balls deep as you convulsed with every messy circle he rubbed. “Feel so good, god damn—it's driving me fucking crazy watching you suck him like that. So fucking perfect, right Sugu?”
“Mhm, for such a slut, she's a pretty good girl,” Suguru put both hands in your hair, holding your head in place as he fucked your face at a dizzying pace, panting between words as he worked himself closer to release. “Hey princess? Gonna be a good girl and let Satoru fill that slutty pussy up?”
You couldn’t answer, arms buckling but Satoru held you up, not stopping the ministrations on your overworked bud or the slap of his hips against your ass as he dug his cock into that sweet, tender spot over and over.
So Satoru answered for you.
“Fuck yeah,” He grunted, hair tickling your shoulder as his head dropped, “She's gonna take it all. Loves taking my cum—hah, walking back to class still dripping—fuck.”
“Fucking him at school? Mnh—now that's slutty,” Suguru chided, a moan slipping out. “Both of you, actually.”
“Oh my god,” Satoru whined, pace erratic and growing sloppy. “Fuck—I'm-I'm gonna—” He cut himself off with a loud groan, biting down on your shoulder as he squeezed you tight. You felt the kick deep and he shuddered. His cock spurted, filling you with warmth as he flooded you with cum. Spilling more with every jerky snap of his hips as he fucked it deeper.
You keened, feeling it seep out around his cock and dribble down your thigh. Blinking up at Suguru with bleary eyes. He pulled out of your throat and slid his throbbing cock over your tongue. Hair falling around his flushed face as he gazed down at you with lips parted.
“Hold it, okay princess? Don't swallow yet.” He said breathlessly and his cock pulsed on your tongue. His hips stuttered and he spilled into your mouth with a groan. Cock kicking as shot after shot of hot, salty cum filled your mouth and you fought the urge to swallow and cough. Fresh tears streamed but you kept your eyes on Suguru. Body twitching as Satoru pumped into you with short thrusts, pushing you past overstimulated as they filled you in tandem.
Suguru loosened his grip in your hair, breathing heavy and running one hand through his thick, black locks. Satoru unlatched from your shoulder and you pursed your lips as Suguru pulled out of your mouth.
He helped you sit back, and you sagged against Satroru’s chest, keeping him seated inside you. Cunt full of his cum and mouth still full of Suguru’s.
“Kiss him, give our pretty boy a taste.” Suguru instructed and you were so fucking dazed you didn't really understand what he was saying.
Not until Satoru had your face in his hand and turned you to look at him. Pale cheeks flushed, usually brilliantly bright eyes dark with wide pupils, unobscured by his glasses. Hair a mess, stuck with sweat around his forehead and temples.
“Kiss me, sweetheart.” Your mouths met and his tongue teased the seam of your lips. Finally catching up, fire flared again and you spit Suguru's warm cum into Satoru’s mouth.
He reacted instantly, moaning at the taste and rolling his hips up into you. Nails digging into his forearm, your mouth opened with a whimper, tongue meeting his as the kiss deepened.
“Mmph—wha—” You pulled away and started as Suguru pushed you both to lay back, but were quickly shut up by Satoru dragging you back in. Heavy eyes fluttered shut again as you let your weight rest on Satoru. Sharing the taste of Suguru as your tongues slid together, big hands keeping your legs spread.
“Mm!” You jolted and broke the kiss, eyes flying open to the sight of Suguru flicking his tongue on your sensitive clit. “Ohh fuck, S-Suguuu,” You whined, brows pinched as that fucking barbell hit and made your legs tremble. Still stuffed with Satoru’s cock, he held you close with an arm wrapped under your chest.
All you could do was watch as Suguru glided lower and drove you fucking mad tracing where you were connected to Satoru.
“Mnh, ohh shit,” Satoru hissed, feeling metal pressed firmly to his cock, and his best friends tongue gliding to collect the mix of cum and slick seeping out. “F-fuck, feels so good, doesn't it sweetheart? Love how Sugu uses that f-fucking thing—holy shit,”
Satoru rolled his hips up, fucking into you with slow, shallow strokes as Suguru worked your twitching clit.
It was so much, too much. Already spent and being forced back up, belly clenching and squeezing around Satoru. No words, just noises escaped you, pitched and choked and getting stuck in your sore throat.
“Hold her there for me.” Suguru said and Satoru obliged, holding your thigh as Suguru released it. “Let’s get you prepped, princess.”
You wanted to ask what the hell does that mean? But you choked on “Wha—” When he spat right on your connection to the man under you and two thick fingers pushed into your already very full entrance. The stretch of it burned and your body tensed, clamping down around Satoru to make him jolt and hiss.
“Hey, relax, you gotta loosen up a little for me, okay baby?” Suguru spoke low and soothing, stilling for a moment and letting you adjust to the stretch and pressure filling you. Your skin was on fire, trembling in their grip and sucking uneven gulps of air in. But you licked your lips and nodded a little, wanting to try it, trusting both of them to stop if you said it was too much.
A few deep breaths and you'd eased enough to let Suguru push a little deeper and he hummed in approval.
“That’s it, I know it's a lot but you're doing so good, princess.” Suguru purred to you, thrusting in and out slowly, rubbing against Satroru’s cock to elicit pitched noises from the man under you. “You wanted both of us, right? Gotta make sure you can handle all that.”
A quick cry ripped out of you, fluttering around everything filling you as Suguru flicked his tongue on your clit. He drew back, and slipped a third finger inside. It was brutal, like you'd never felt before but still pleasurable with that metal ball hitting over and over, synced with every thrust and crook of his fingers.
One hand carded through his hair, threading into silky strands and holding. The other gripping Satoru’s forearm, hard enough to leave a mark on his soft, pale skin.
It happened fast. Your own climax sneaking up on you to hit and punch the air from your lungs. Back arching, head thrown back with a guttural cry. Hips trying to buck wildly but held in place at the hands of each man that had some part of them inside you as you gushed on Satoru’s cock all over again.
Suguru pulled his hand free and you and Satoru both whimpered as his digits retreated. You went limp on Satoru’s chest as Suguru leaned over you both, a smirk on his shiny lips. “Open up,” He said, voice rough and those deep violet eyes on Satoru’s.
Watching as the man under you parted his lips and opened his mouth to Suguru, a lewd, creamy drip of saliva and your slick and Satoru’s cum fell from his lips and landed on the other's tongue, and Satoru held it in his mouth. Turning to you, he took your face in hand and your mouths met. Opening to him and tasting that filthy mix on his tongue.
The moment you broke apart, Suguru was pulling you to sit up. You winced as Satoru’s cock slipped out, a little sore but Suguru had you in his lap and his tongue down your throat to make you forget all about that. Replacing everything in your head with the desire to be speared on his fat cock.
And lucky for you, Suguru was going to give you what you wanted. Even luckier? Satoru was going to help.
Suguru pulled you down with him, tits squished against his bare chest as his back hit the bed. Hair fanned out around his head and looking up at you, one hand on your waist and the other cupping the nape of your neck.
Slippery with Satoru’s cum leaking out, smearing on your thighs and dripping onto Suguru’s abs. He rolled up to slide his cock through your soaked folds and you clutched his bicep, gripping that dragon curling around him.
Satoru was behind you, tapping your hip. “Lift your ass up, sweetheart. Yeahhh, just like that,” Your hips canted back and Satoru positioned you with one hand and held the base of Suguru’s cock with the other.
The man under you sucked a sharp breath through clenched teeth as Satoru guided his thick tip to your messy, leaking hole.Your lip caught in your teeth as Satoru pushed you down a little, cunt stretching to take the first inch.
A moan pitched up into a whine as Satoru held your hips and dragged you further down onto Suguru’s cock. He groaned, squeezing the fat of your ass and bucking up to drive deeper as you started to fuck yourself on his cock with Satoru’s help.
“Still feeling greedy baby?” Suguru asked with a mean stroke that had him nearly bottomed out. Satoru piled right on, figuratively and literally.
You felt his slender cock slip between your legs, rubbing against Suguru’s. “Feel how fucking soaked she is, definitely ready for more.”
“You want Satoru in here too? Ready for us to wreck this slutty little pussy together?” Suguru asked, not stopping the grind of his hips up to yours, holding your neck and waiting for a response.
“I want Satoru, too.” You pouted, lips pushed out. He was right, they might wreck you like this. But the thought just made whatever was already burning hot in your belly spark further and you asked for it—begged for it without another thought. “I wanna feel both of you, please Sugu. I need you, need Satoru in me too, please.”
“Fuck, can’t say no to that, can we Sugu?” Satoru hummed behind you and Suguru smirked, eyes narrowing further.
“You’re so pretty when you beg, princess. Go on Satoru, give our girl what she wants.”
He wasted no time. A wide palm slipped up your spine and pushed you down to lie flush against Suguru’s chest. Satoru squeezed your ass, holding a cheek and spreading you wide. He lined up with the cock already inside, and Suguru smoothed his palm over your back in a comforting motion.
“Ready sweetheart? Biiiig stretch,” Satoru drawled, pressed hard to your entrance and all it took was a few slight rolls of his hips and the head of his cock popped right in with how slick you all were.
But it stole your breath almost immediately and you gasped for air as both of them hissed as you tensed up. Your cunt ached with biting pain at being forced open so wide you thought you might tear and you started to panic.
“Oh fuck! Too much too much too much!” You cried, heaving fast, ragged breaths as fresh tears spilled at the ache. “I-I-I don’t th-think I can—”
Suguru said your name softly, his arm circling your body to hold you close, the other caressing your hot cheek. “Hey hey hey, deep breath, okay?” You swallowed hard and did as he said, a little shaky on the inhale and puffing your cheeks to blow out. “Perfect, keep going, just like that,”
Doing as Suguru asked, you took in lungfulls of air. Every nerve on your body lit up, the ache still sharp but starting to wane slightly with both Satoru and Suguru stilled inside you. Satoru barely moved, just rubbing his thumb over your hip as he held gently.
“Try to relax a little, like you did before, okay?” Suguru said, still rubbing your back and you focused on your breaths, on letting the tension that wound through you, loosen. Eyes sliding shut as your shoulders drooped a little, tummy resting on Suguru as your spine dropped, hips lifting with the motion and you instantly felt relief.
“Oh yes, that’s it sweetheart, you’re doing so good,” Satoru moaned your praise and Suguru affirmed it quickly.
“He’s right, you’re doing so good for us princess. Satoru is going to move a little, okay? If it hurts we can stop, sound good?” You nodded and Suguru hummed, palm settled on the small of your back.
“I’m gonna push in, go a little deeper. Tell me how it feels, okay sweetheart?” Satoru asked and your belly fluttered, humming as you nodded. He held your hips with both hands and pulled back a fraction, then sank in slowly. You breathed deep as you were filled with pressure, and Satoru stilled again another inch deeper.
The ache was dull, you felt the intensity of the stretch and it was hot, but it didn’t hurt.
It felt… good. Full already but wanting to keep going to see if you really could take both of them.
“Feels good, Satoru. ‘m so full but… I wanna keep—ah, wanna keep going,” You panted, looking back over your shoulder to see excitement light up his flushed face.
“Yeah? You like how it feels getting filled by me and Sugu?” He asked, voice filled with breathless enthusiasm and you nodded.
God, you did like it.
“Yeah you do. You’re taking us so well, I think you can handle a little something more.” Satoru pulled back, barely, just enough to feel the friction of it. “I’m gonna push back in, and we’re gonna see how deep you can take my cock. How does that sound sweetheart?”
“You tell him when to stop, okay princess? If it’s too much, tell us.” Suguru cut in and you nodded, looking up at him, then Satoru.
“I will, I’m ready, Satoru,” You took another breath, letting your weight rest fully on Suguru as Satoru started to move his hips. His cock sliding against Suguru’s as he worked deeper. Ache like a mild cramp lingered with them both deep, splitting you open with every thrust Satoru made.
“Fuck,” Satoru grunted behind you, hands squeezing your hips hard enough to feel the ache of it bone deep. But it was drowned out with how crammed full you were, somehow still taking more as Satoru forced himself in further. Breathing hard and watching himself disappear into you, squeezed against Suguru’s length. “That’s it, sweetheart. So good, fuck you both feel—ngh—so good,”
“You like how it feels, baby?” Suguru took your face in hand and turned you to look up at him, seeing the light blush across his high cheeks, a few pieces of hair stuck with sweat to his neck. Lip catching in your teeth, a whine reverberating in your throat as you clutched his bicep, nails digging at the ink wrapping around. “Greedy girl, getting your tight little hole stretched by both of us and loving it.”
God, it sounded so wrong but shit was he ever right.
“You want more? Think you can handle all of us?” Suguru questioned, a slim dark brow up and condescension dripping in his voice. Both their hands wandering, pawing at your overheated flesh.
“So tight,” Satoru hissed, leaning over you to put his warm, sweat slicked chest on your back, pinning you between their bodies and bringing his face close. “You can make it all fit for us though, right sweetheart?”
His breath was hot in your ear, hips angled down to rub against Suguru’s cock and push into a sensitive spot that had your eyes threatening to flutter shut.
Suguru groaned low in his chest at the way you tightened and squeezed him and Satoru harder together, and he dragged you to meet his mouth. Tongue slipping past your lips, metal clicking against your teeth to explore your mouth. His kiss thieved thought from your dizzy mind. Stealing your attention as Satoru kept going, moaning so pretty in your ear as the leaking head of his cock rubbed against Suguru’s.
You felt every vein pressed into your slick walls, every ridge that caught as you were molded to accommodate them.
Tongue tangled with Suguru’s, breathing hard and adjusting as they stilled deep. Satoru latched to your throat, sucking at the soft skin where your pulse was thrumming. His palm slipped low, pressing low on your belly and you whined into Suguru’s mouth at the maddening pressure. Starting to squirm between them at the sensation.
“God—ahh yeah,” Satoru gasped against your neck, nipping at the dark blotchy mark as you pulsed around them. “Need to get moving. Ready baby?”
Breaking from Suguru’s lips as he let you come up for air and to answer Satoru, you heaved breaths and swallowed hard, lips slick with spit and body twitching at the way they throbbed inside you. Aching to move the moment you said the word.
“Mhm…” Pretty sure neither of them were fully seated, you couldn’t even think about how much more stuffed you were about to be. You just knew you needed movement too, the stillness was driving you fucking crazy and you glanced from Suguru as he caressed your face, to Satoru as he rubbed up your arm to wrap a hand over your shoulder. “Feels s’good, I wa-want more, please.”
That was it, Suguru moved to hold your ass, and Satoru used the hand on your shoulder for leverage as he pulled back. The friction of the slow drag out drawing noises from all three of you. The thrust back in forced a cry out of you, pussy squelching wetly as his cock slid through your glistening folds to dig deeper than before.
“This what you were missing, princess?” Suguru, who had been still and letting Satoru set the pace, murmured to you and rolled his hips up as Satoru pulled back. Driving his thick cock deep and pushing into the hand still pressed to your bulging belly.
Jaw dropped, a pitched whine crawled up your throat and your eyes squeezed shut. Suguru pulled back as Satoru sank in again, cocks rubbing together as they slid through your walls. “Bouncing back and forth between us to satisfy this needy pussy. Didn't work though, did it? This is what she needed, isn't that right?”
There was no answer in your head that you could even try to force out. Panting for breath, your head dropped to the crook of Suguru’s neck and you buried your face there, silky hair tickling your cheek. The only movement you could make was your hips rocking with theirs, earning their speed picking up.
“S-Sugu—oh fuck,” Satoru’s fingers carded through long, dark locks, still holding your belly and gazing into narrow darkened eyes with his face so close their breaths mingled. “I can f-feel you, right there.” He pressed firmly and Suguru pushed into his hand, swollen with how stuffed full you were. Whining into Suguru’s neck as your walls fluttered around them.
Suguru gripped the back of his head, tugging a handful of soft, snowy hair to bring Satoru’s flushed face closer. “Yeah? Like feeling my cock? Fuck, both of you, so needy.”
Satoru whined, brows pinched and pressing closer, squishing you harder into Suguru with his heavy body. Cock twitching as his lips grazed Suguru’s.
Satoru let his mouth fall open, head leaning to the side as he, with you sandwiched between their hard, sweaty bodies and drooling onto Suguru’s neck, was dragged down to crash his lips to Suguru's.
Tongues tangled, fingers raked through and gripped hair, muffled groans and moans and the wet, lewd sound of thrusts getting faster filled the room. Pistoning hard enough to make you sob, Satoru's cock spearing deep to kiss your cervix with his leaking tip, being split right in half on Suguru’s girth.
Feeling like you may break on every thrust, but loving the juxtaposition between the two men cramming themselves into you. The differences you couldn't get enough of, that got you in this very situation, you had it all.
Shit, was Suguru right? Were you greedy?
Yeaahhhh…
“Ohh shit… sorry baby,” Suguru murmured into Satoru’s mouth, shifting under you and starting to sit up. They stilled in you, Satoru peeling from your overheated skin and they supported your limp, trembling body as they straightened to kneel. “Bite me, scratch me, whatever, but I need you to take this.”
Blissed out, you held onto his shoulder and neck, cheek resting on his collarbone and nodding weakly, gazing with hazy eyes up at the two. Their big hands all over your body, under your thighs and ass, holding you up and open.
“Be good and go dumb on our cocks,” Satoru nipped at your neck again, arm wrapped under your breasts and rolling a nipple, the other dipping low to brush over your stomach. “I'll get you back on track with a few sessions.”
“If you're not busy fucking in the bathroom,”
“You sound jealous, Sugu,” Satoru grinned and the dark haired man scoffed. He wasn't jealous. That was ridiculous, both you and Satoru had to go out of your way to see Suguru, and you both did. It was easy for you and Satoru to fuck, convenient and served up five days a week.
“Ohh, look at that,” Satoru breathed, gazing down your body and pulling you flush to him as he leaned back and gave Suguru a full view. “I can see you, fuck thats filthy.”
Suguru observed the way your stomach poked out softly, and the way it moved when he rolled his pelvis.
“Shit, thats so fucking hot,” Suguru pressed his palm low, your head fell back onto Satoru’s shoulder with a whine and he pushed into his own hand. “Feel that? Feel me in there? I'm gonna put my cum riiight there.”
Like it was a timed event they'd prepared for, both men drove up into you in sync. Filled to the brim and shocked you had space for organs anymore.
You could barely whine as they moved together, just panting for shallow breath. The knot in your full belly tightening as the friction of one cock dragging out while the other shoved back in lit fire under your skin. You clawed at both of them, nails digging into Suguru’s shoulder and reaching up to grip the nape of Satoru's neck, grabbing a handful of hair.
“Gonna take my cum too, right? Gonna take it all when we both fill this perfect little pussy up?” He murmured right in your ear and Suguru leaned close, mouth almost on yours but holding back as he snapped his hips up.
“Gotta come and milk it all out of us, can you do that princess? Come hard and make a nice big mess on our cocks?”
“Fuck oh my goddd,” You whined, assaulted on all fronts, held in place and used. Fucked like a toy they didn’t just pass back and forth, but shared. Liked it better like that, when they could cover every inch of you with their hands and mouths and feel each other's cocks, taste each other's cum.
Keening into Suguru’s mouth, he squeezed your thighs, fingers dimpling the fat. Satoru latched onto your neck, hair tickling your skin to make you shiver. Still groping at your tit, his other hand dipped lower, finding your clit and pressing up to make your eyes fucking roll.
God, you almost came right there.
Exploding with need, clit twitching under the pad of Satoru’s finger as they fucked mercilessly up into you. Suffocated by Suguru's tongue, rolling with yours and gliding metal through your mouth. Your trembling fingers thread into thick, dark strands, holding his head close.
Fuck. It hit hard and fast again. Taking a pathetic amount of attention paid to your clit, that knot low in your tummy snapping free and sending electricity rippling through. Cunt pulsing in waves, toes pointing and breaking from Suguru to throw your head back on Satoru’s shoulder with a cracked moan.
Slick leaked, coating their cocks and dripping from their tightened balls. Smearing and frothing up as they kept up the punishing, alternating rhythm. Feeling like they may break you and loving it. Satoru let out a drawn out moan, pitching up as he bit your neck hard. Suguru licked a stripe up the other side and sucked as you twitched violently in their arms, drool leaking and streaking down your chin.
“Mnnh… Suguruuu,” Satoru whined, tilting his head to peer at the man laving the other side of your neck. He hummed and met Satoru’s hazy gaze, electric blue burning into violet that held solid. “I’m gonna—fuck… I'm gonna come.”
Suguru pulled off you with a wet pop! Bringing his face close to Satoru, barely letting their lips touch even as the man behind you leaned forward to chase his dizzying kiss. Still rubbing absentminded circles on your clit to make you sob and spasm on their twitching cocks.
“Go ahead, come when you need to, but you're gonna keep fucking her until I come too.” He pushed you and Satoru back until he hit the bed, and you both cried out as Suguru shoved deep with a mean snap of his hips. You squeezed around them tighter with the position and Satoru was already about to lose it.
“Gonna be good and pump our girl till she's leaking? Come deep in this pussy and fuck it all back in with me like a good boy?” Suguru questioned, breathless and fucking into you fast and hard with leverage on his side. Holding your thighs high and wide and pounding like he hated your pussy.
“Yes! Fuck—I'll be good—I'll be so good!” Satoru cried, head thrown back and hips stuttering up, leaking tip dragging through your walls. Ready to burst again with Suguru grinding against his cock with every plunge in and out. “I won't stop, need to feel it when you come—mnnh, need to feel you both come.”
Dark hair flipped to the side, falling around their faces like a curtain of silk and Suguru dropped his face close again.
“So pretty, such a good boy. Come for me, Satoru,” Suguru crashed his mouth to Satoru’s and the man under both of you opened instantly. Whine muffled around Suguru’s tongue, clutching his inked bicep. Bucking up wildly and toying your slippery clit, pinching and flicking to make you writhe as they fucked you until Satoru’s cock jumped deep and he moaned loud into Suguru’s mouth.
His pace became erratic and uneven. Full body twitching violently under you and whining out, “Oh fuck ohh f-fuck,” Into Suguru’s mouth as he did just as the man said, and came.
Warmth flooded, every hard twitch of his cock spilled thick ropes of cum deep. Feeling his flushed tip pulsing, painting your cervix as he lifted and grinded his hips into you. Fluttering around them as their breaths mingled, Suguru dragged over and over on an abused spot.
Pushed and pulled between them, watching as they gave into each other again and used you as a sleeve to stick their cocks in and rub together.
Not that you were really minding being stuffed in the middle and forced to come over and over, to take so much cum you were already leaking and still had more to be pumped in.
Messy? Yeah you were really fucking messy now.
Satoru didn't stop, he really was such a good boy. His hand kept working your sensitive clit, kept driving up into you to fuck his cum back into you with Suguru. Whining and panting and slick with sweat but not daring to stop when Suguru tasted so good, when they slid together so perfectly inside you, slick with his cum and yours. Dying to feel that thick cock pulse and flood your pussy right along with him.
It was enough to send you right over again. This time tinged with the ache of being stretched too full for too long. Belly contracting as a cry tore from your throat, walls clenched to grip tight and Satoru whimpered but didn't stop moving and Suguru groaned deep in his chest and broke from Satoru, putting his attention back on you as you writhed.
“Fuck—feel so good baby, liked taking Satoru’s cum, ready for mine? Want me to fill you the fuck up?” He murmured into your mouth, the snap of his hips getting faster as he edged closer to release and you keened and nodded in a short jerky motion. “Words, princess.”
That was Suguru. Loved watching you struggle harder when you were already at your limits.
“Yes! Fuck—fi-fill me up, Sugu—please!” You cried, breath short and desperate but not having the will or energy to give a fuck about appearances. Leaking one man's cum and begging for another’s.
“Ohh fuck,” He slammed in balls deep and ground his hips, throbbing against Satoru who bucked up to fill you at the same time and your cunt fluttered. “Such a good girl, gonna fuck all this cum right where it belongs, y-yeah?” He stuttered, gasping as he hunched and dropped his face to yours.
Lips pressed open and tongues met as he groaned into your mouth and pulsed deep. Flooding you with shot after shot of wet warmth. His cum mixing with Satoru's and leaking out around them. Dribbling down your ass to make a mess on Satoru’s abs, slicking the patch of hair at the base of his cock.
That barbell clicked against your teeth as he licked into your mouth once more and stilled inside you with Satoru, panting hard under you and spent. Suguru pulled back and observed you both, looking exhausted and half dead, but knowing Satoru would be back up and ready in ten minutes.
“Ready princess? I’m gonna grab a fancy towel from this rich asshole,” Suguru sat up and you nodded, resting your head back on Satoru’s shoulder as he pulled his cock from your sore cunt and you winced. Immediately feeling cum seeping out and you squeezed your legs shut to hold it. Suguru strode off, hair swaying down his back and his cute, round ass on full display.
You let your eyes slide shut, turning your head to nuzzle into Satoru’s neck and he hummed. Arms slipping around you to hold tight. Pressing his cheek to your head.
“Feel okay? It wasn't too much?” Satoru, sweet, sweet Satoru murmured to you. Tracing patterns on your sticky skin and you put your hand on his, thumb rubbing his knuckles.
“A lot, yeah. But no, it was perfect. Whose idea was it though?”
“Collaborative effort, but… I might’ve pushed harder for it.” He almost sounded sheepish, like he hadn't just fucked you raw with his best friend, kissed said best friend and swallowed his cum. “Sugu isn't always the biggest fan of sharing.”
You snorted, “And you are?”
“Better than him,” He chuckled.
The man himself emerged and waltzed back in, damp washcloth on hand and hair tied up in a sleek knot. He always somehow had a hair elastic, no matter the situation. It was pretty handy actually.
“Alright princess, let’s get you off him,” Suguru started scooping you up and Satoru groaned under you.
“As much as I do love having you here, my back is killing me.”
“Yeah, same. But my pussy,” You all chuckled a little but you winced and sucked a sharp breath as Satoru slipped out. Empty after being so full. “Ooh, oh my god…”
Huffing a breath, you laid back on the bed rolling your shoulders as Suguru parted your legs and ran the warm washcloth over your puffy, swollen pussy. Pursing your lips and humming flatly.
Satoru stood and reached up, stretching his arms and back and walking off to a dresser. Butt naked and no regard for the windows and huge glass doors he strode past.
“What are you doing?” Suguru questioned, wiping your thighs.
“Snooping,” Satoru chirped back.
“Oh,” That spurred a question to the forefront of your brain and you looked at Suguru. “How did you guys, um… figure it out?”
He smirked, head tilting and bangs falling over a brow. “Saw you two scurrying upstairs and you coming back down with sex hair twenty minutes later.” He cast a glance off at Satoru who was looking everywhere but your direction. “He broke immediately and then begged to fuck you together.”
“I already told her that,” Satoru snapped back. “And I did not beg. Strongly suggested.”
“Riiight,” Suguru drawled, rolling on the bed to lie next to you and dragging you into his side. You curled happily, head resting on his chest, arm slung over his muscled middle.
Not finding whatever he'd been hoping for, or just feeling left out, the bed dipped next to you and Satoru fitted himself around you, arm thrown over you to sit palm flat on Suguru’s sternum. The dark haired man rubbed circles on your shoulder and thread his fingers into Satoru’s hair. Massaging through the soft strands to make the man behind you melt.
“Happy new year you two,” Suguru sighed and you hummed.
“Very happy new year,”
“So, we set a new standard for this year, yeah?” Satoru mumbled and you chuckled.
“So greedy,”
God, you could have fallen asleep like that, slotted perfectly between them.
But the doorknob rattled and you and Suguru lifted your heads. Seeing if the person would get the hint and scram.
Just your fucking luck though.
“What the—who the fuck is in my room?”
a/n ⭑ᝰ ahhhh!! this was so much fun and just what i needed to get out of the slump, smooshed between stsg rolling into 2026, NEED THAT. HAPPY NY YA'LL! cheers to season 3 like next week hehehhh (choso ugghhh hiromi UGGHH) | dividers by @/uzmacchiato and @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more <3
Messy eaters
Pairing: incubus!Gojo x pro hero!Hawks x succubus!reader
They always said not to play with your food. Too bad the food is so easily played.
Content Warnings: smut, MDNI/18+ only, fem!reader, porn with little plot, threesome, mind tricks, cowgirl, slight dacryphilia, whiny Gojo and Keigo, cervix fucking, creampie(s), mentions of past breeding/breed kink, so much oral (m! & f! receiving), bukkake, cum eating/swapping, making out, marking, anal fingering, alternating POV's, mostly Keigo's POV WC: 11.9k
My entry for @madamechrissy's JJK Crossover Event. Happy 2 years on Tumblr! 🤍 (Let's pretend like I'm not late) Gojo art by formerly @/sheng5381 on X (if you know the artist's current account pls lmk) & Hawks fanart by @/kanton811 on X. Banner by @cafekitsune
“You’re so sensitive today, Satoru,” you purr out at the man under you. Rolling your hips again, he bucks up into you once more. A little whine forces itself from the back of his throat as his hands dig deeper into your skin, dimpling it under the pressure.
“‘M not,” he mewls, blue eyes finding yours as he tries—and ultimately fails—to compose himself. There are tears in his eyes as his hips twitch underneath you as you lift yourself up once again, only to drop down, his tip smooching your cervix.
“Sure you’re not,” you coo. Your tail swishes behind you before the pointed end gently trails over his flushed skin—trailing up from his abs that tense up at the touch, all the way up to his nipples, circling them slightly.
Throwing his head back, a tear finally slips down the apple of his cheek. It glints in the light spilling into the bedroom, enunciating the pretty sight. “Stop teasing.”
“But you look soooo pretty like this.” You wipe the tear away with your thumb before sucking on the pad of your finger, forked tongue swirling around it—a sight he definitely doesn’t miss by the way his cock twitches inside of you, more pre spilling from his slit, clinging to your walls. “Imagine what the others would think, seeing you like this.”
Shaking his head, little strands of hair clinging to his forehead, Gojo just whines once more. Of course he wouldn’t want others to see, and you’re not going to show anyone else what’s yours anyway, but you can’t help but tease the man a little.
Ever since the two of you had gotten into a relationship, others of your kind shot the both of you looks—some dirty, other envious. Because who wouldn’t want to be with your boyfriend? Both men and women line up for him, offering their bodies up even though it doesn’t feed him.
It almost makes you laugh, thinking about how desperate others could get, saying they would be a better fit for him, telling him they would let him pursue anyone he wanted, as long as he came back to them at the end of the day.
Not that Satoru ever took the bait, though. No, he just stayed by your side, rejecting everyone left and right. Telling them he had already found his mate for life—a thing you normally wouldn’t hear out of an incubus’ mouth. But fuck, if it wasn’t the hottest thing you’ve heard in all of your living years.
You’d given him head until his balls were empty that night, swallowing every drop he gave you with a small thank you falling from your lips every time he came.
And that sight—the one of him cumming, groaning your name, blue eyes hazed over—was for you alone to enjoy. And the humans the two of you went after, but that’s a whole different thing.
This sight, the one of him tearing up—crying, even—and pre dribbling out of him like a broken faucet, however, is yours alone.
It’s not something that happens often. Hell, in your time together it has only happened twice. The first time more than a millennia ago, when the two of you were freshly dating and couldn’t keep your hands off each other. He was constantly over you, putting you in every position imaginable, pounding your poor cunt until the both of you were exhausted—and that was a feat in itself.
The second time was a few years ago, after he had somehow gotten baby fever—a demon, getting baby fever! Truly something unimaginable—proceeding to keep you locked in your room until you were filled to the brim, his cum spilling out of you even days later.
That was truly the first time you also got that sensitive. The both of you not having fed in weeks—yes, that little psycho kept you locked (and filled) in your shared bedroom for weeks on end—resulting in getting more sensitive.
And now here you two are again today, Satoru not having fed enough the last time. It’s not like you can blame him, you did have most of the fun with the human he had chosen for the two of you, while he was stuck fucking you for majority of the time.
While it was fun, these were the consequences of those actions—having him writhe beneath you as his poor overstimulated cock gets milked by your snug walls once again.
Warmth floods your cunt for the nth time that night, Gojo’s abs and balls contracting as he cums once more. His back arches from the bed, lifting you from the bed—along with his own hips—slightly.
That was another thing that was different between the two of you right now. Normally Gojo could easily overpower you, throwing you around like you were merely a rag-doll he was playing with (and you absolutely loved it when he did). But right now his energy was depleted enough that he had difficulty doing what he normally does.
“Love you, love you, love you,” he babbles. His blue eyes shining a little brighter when he looks at you with that half-lidded gaze of his. If he could, he would have hearts in his eyes right now.
Leaning forward, you press your lips to his, nipping at his bottom lip slightly, before snaking your tongue into his mouth. The kiss is more teeth and tongue than anything else.
When he finally comes down from his high, you lean back slightly. “Ready for one more?” you whisper, nail grazing his jaw slightly as you look down at your boyfriend. Nodding his head, you smile slightly before giving him a quick peck.
Planting your feet, you finally begin chasing your own high, hips lifting before dropping them down onto him again and again, tip hitting your cervix every time. A small ring of white begins to froth at the base of his length, visible every time you lift your hips.
Sweat is finally starting to bead down your own forehead, trailing down until it drips down your chin. It mixes with Gojo’s own sweat, his entire body glinting in the low light of the room, making him seem even prettier.
His white hair sticks up at odd angles where you ran your hands through earlier, and it makes him look all the more adorable.
“Found someone we can feed on,” you begin, hips never once stopping their motion. It takes a while before Satoru focuses on you again, blinking away the haze he was just in. “Yeah? She pretty?”
“He is very pretty. I think you’ll like him. And from what I could gather, I think he would also like you.” Another roll of your hips has his eyes roll to the back of his skull, a small moan falling from his lips as he starts fucking up into you, the blue end of his tail pressing down onto your clit, having you keen out.
“G-give me the details later, first gotta get you to cum again,” he grunts. His balls slap against your ass as you lean forward with a slight squeal, hands planted on his chest.
He applies more pressure to your clit. At the same time he wraps his lips around one of your nipples, sucking and twirling his tongue around the sensitive peak. “Cum with me, my love. Please. Please?”
“Yes, yes, I will, baby.”
And you do, coming undone at the same time as him. His warm seed fills you to the womb, the feeling never failing to make you feel good. Your snug walls contract around him, milking him for everything he’s worth as you shudder on top of him, tail moving wildly behind you.
As the two of you come down from your high, you finally lift yourself off him. His cum bubbles out of you, dripping onto his abs as you maneuver yourself off him.
“So… what was this about that ‘pretty’ human of yours?”
If he gets called out of bed one more time, he swears he’s going to snap. His wing joints ache, back muscles burning from all the flying he’s been doing, and the eyebags are getting harder and harder to hide by the day.
The HPSC has been calling him non-stop since the last mission. All the calls are for minor inconveniences, but considering there has been an uprise of criminal activity lately, they can’t be too careful.
It’s not like he doesn’t get it, trust me, he does. But it still annoys him to no end that it’s just him, and not anyone else that’s getting called out of bed only forty minutes after laying down for some rest—he can’t even call it sleep with the hours he’s getting.
And fuck, if it isn’t starting to take a toll on him—both physically as emotionally.
His feathers are all crooked and bent, stress keeping him from quickly regrow his feathers. Hell, he hasn’t even gotten the time to properly preen them lately. And that certainly didn’t go unnoticed by the public.
If he has to believe the headlines, people are starting to wonder if he can even keep up the hero life he has chosen for himself. Only, he didn’t choose it for himself, the Hero Commission did. Picking him from the literal streets at six years old, promising his mother that he would be in good hands in exchange for some money and a roof above her head.
Well, he can’t really blame her for accepting the deal. She was trying to survive after all. But some part, deep down in his heart, he sometimes wonders if she couldn’t have tried a little harder.
Still, he can’t blame her. Not for selling him off, not for not protecting him from his father—hell, not even for staying with him for as long as she did. She covered for his crime, after all. The two of them were felons.
And to make matters worse, he has lost the last thing he had of her; the Endeavor plushy she bought him when he was younger.
It was a small thing, something he could clutch to his chest at night as his father would drunkenly yell and smash things downstairs. But it was at least something he had, a small beacon of hope, of proof that his mother, despite not outwardly showing it much, did love him.
Of course the little plush also held symbolic power to it. Endeavor was the one who arrested his father, got him out of the hell-hole that was home. Or well… it was supposed to be called home, but he never felt like it was one.
The feathers on his back twitch yet again. They’re all irritating the wing bone, heavy on his back as he drags himself to bed once more. Hopefully this time he could get at least three hours of sleep in before he had to start patrol again.
Wishful thinking.
Dropping his visor on his nightstand, he toes off his uniform boots before face planting onto bed, not bothering to even get under the duvet.
He’ll take a quick shower in the morning—or the dead of night, considering how you look at it. That’s the last thing he thinks about before sleep takes him under. Blond eyelashes fluttering shut as he fully relaxes the crimson feathers along his back.
“You look tired, pretty bird.” a soft voice from behind him speaks out, catching his attention. Turning around, he looks at the girl that’s standing in his living room. It’s not someone he’s familiar with—fortunately, or unfortunately for him, he remembers most if not every criminal face.
Letting his shoulders sag, he drops down onto the couch. The cushion sags a bit beneath his weight, and it almost feels unreal.
He looks at the girl once more. She takes a few tentative steps toward him, before stopping just shy of the edge of the couch. She’s… pretty, he supposes. A certain allure you don’t just find in anyone else. He thinks Uwabami would be very happy to model a few shoots with her. Or maybe Mt. Lady would be jealous if she were a hero.
That thought almost makes him chuckle. The rookie hero, recently debuted, immediately caught the attention of the cameras. Some say her heroic actions made her debut so attention-worthy (of which Hawks is pretty sure was actually Kamui Wood’s arrest), while others say it’s because she’s pretty,
Just like the girl that’s standing in front of him. She tilts her head to the side, hair swaying with the motion, as she fiddles with her thumbs a little. “Have you eaten today?”
Her voice is sweet, drifting through the air like the smell of chicken—something that catches his attention completely.
Hawks hums a little, letting his head fall back onto the couch. A golden curl bounces off his forehead, nearly poking him in the eye. He should probably get a haircut soon— not that he has the time for any of that, though.
“I’ve had a chicken sandwich,” he replies. Voice a little lower than normal, a small rumble from the back of his throat that he would never let the public hear. Tired. Even from his words he sounds tired. But he can’t keep pretending like everything is fine.
There’s a vague recognition in the back of his mind where he realises he’s asleep. One of those dreams that feel like he isn’t really dreaming, aware of everything that’s going on around him. He can even move his own arms, look around the room, as if he were awake.
Letting his head loll to the side, he eyes the girl. She’s frowning now, a small pout forming as she slowly sits down on the couch beside him—too close for his liking, but not close enough for him to actually voice it.
If he were awake, he would retract his wings, make sure no one would be able to touch his oh-so sensitive feathers. The red little plumes look sad, even from his own view. Dull where they once were glossy. Brittle and dirty. Yeah, he really should take a shower to scrub his feathers clean.
“You can’t keep going like this.” That makes him snap his attention back to her, eyes finding her form immediately. And it’s not like she’s lying, he can’t keep going like this. The amount of caffeine he consumes just to stay awake has been through the roof lately—which says a lot considering he normally already chugs coffees back like they’re energy drinks.
It’s almost like his subconscious has made a human just to tell him he’s slowly starting to kill himself with his sleep and work-schedule.
“I made a promise to keep people safe,” he says, not fully knowing if he’s trying to convince himself or her. But from the way her eyes soften, it is working, even if slightly. “But you also need to keep yourself safe. You almost flew into a building today,” she whispers back.
He almost cringes at the thought. Because, yeah, he did almost do that. His eyes having fluttered shut for just a second—a second too long, because by the time he opened the again, his nose nearly kissed the glass of one of the high-rises.
It’s not like he’s never flown into a building before. He has, just not in his adult years. Back when he was a little kid and was still learning how to fly under the watchful gaze of his handler, he had flown into many obstacles.
They weren’t all too happy to see the little control he had whilst flying. But over time it luckily had gotten better, veering right before banking straight down. His control nowadays was immaculate, being able to dodge buildings at speeds of hundreds of kilometers an hour.
Which is why it made it all the more embarrassing to almost fly head-first into a building. A building where people resided no less.
Would you imagine that. The number Two hero flying straight through your window and crashing into your living room, just because he’s so tired. Fuck, the headlines would have a field day if that ever were to happen to him.
“Temporary lapse of judgment,” he mumbles, too tired to clearly form a counter argument against the girl. Or rather his subconscious mind? Whatever, he doesn’t want to think about that for too long, he’s supposed to be asleep, and by the way this dream is going, he doubts he’ll feel rested when he has to wake up again. “Won’t happen again.”
“It better not, birdie. I need you alive and well,” she whispers back, letting herself relax a little more into the couch. From the corner of his eye, he can see the way she is careful not to brush against any of his wings, staying clear of the odd feathers that are sticking out.
Alive and well. The first one he can do, though not guarantee with his job. The second one, however, is much harder. He hasn’t been well in a long time if he were to be honest. Not that he would ever voice that out loud, though. He’s a hero, the Number Two Hero, the HPSC’s perfect weapon. No one is supposed to know that he isn’t doing well.
Before he can think further about it, movement from the corner of his eye catches his attention. The girl has leaned forward, more into his space now. She’s still careful not to sit on any feathers, or even brush against them with her leg. But her hand is hovering in front of his face now.
The crimson plumes along his back sharpen the moment he sees how close she is to touching him. Her hand immediately stops, eyes tracking the way the once-soft feathers are now as sharp as knives.
“You- I-” her fingers twitch where they’re in front of his face. Swallowing, she finally moves her arm again in a slow, careful movement. Her thumb brushes his forehead slightly, before it presses down between his eyebrows. “Just relax a little,” she murmurs, smoothing over the pinch between his brows he didn’t even know was there.
Once Hawks realises there is no threat, he forces his feathers to go back into their resting state. From sharp to soft, brushing against the couch.
He does as she says—letting himself fully relax. Something he hasn’t done in ages, evident by the frown lines between his brows and the strain in his muscles.
The touch is soft, soothing. There are no words spoken anymore, just a thumb that rubs relaxing circles into his skin. It makes him close his eyes, letting himself get lost in the soft touch he hasn’t felt in… maybe ever.
That isn’t something he wishes to think about, though. Right now he just wants to let himself feel this, not think about anything—the HPSC, villains, civilians, weird billboard rankings, the way he must look to her.
“Go to sleep, birdbrain. We’ll meet again soon,” she whispers into his ear, just before a feather-soft kiss is placed upon his forehead.
This time, when he opens his eyes again, he’s met with his ceiling. No longer sitting on the couch, but rather laying on the bed—where he fell asleep. Because it was a dream. Just a dream, nothing more, nothing less.
Looking over at his bedside table, he sees the glaring red numbers of his alarm clock blink back at him. 3:57 AM. An hour before he was supposed to wake up for patrol. Which also means he still has an hour of sleep left.
But his brain is running hundreds of miles an hour, thinking about the pretty girl of his dreams. It was… unusual. Normally he doesn’t even dream about things at all; going to sleep and waking up straight away, or well… what feels like straight away anyway.
Running a hand through his wind-tousled locks, he groans. He knows he should get some more sleep, but he also knows that he can’t go out looking like this. So with much reluctance, he pushes himself from the bed and goes to his bathroom to finally scrub himself clean.
If he can’t sleep, the least he can do is make himself look like the presentable hero he has to be.
Not that it matters much, grime and blood cover him at the end of the day once again. It had been a long day, fighting crime and keeping civilians safe.
The HPSC is right to send him out all the time. Crime rates haven’t been this high in forever, but he can’t help but wonder if there’s anything more to it. Not that he has time to wonder. Taking a quick shower, he almost falls asleep under the spray of warm water, relaxing his over-used muscles just slightly.
When was the last time he was this tired?
Gosh, it must’ve been ages ago, when he was just a little boy. The HPSC has trained him for as long as he can remember, but never once did he feel like this—like he would keen over if someone so much as blew on him. Like a little feather in the wind.
Collapsing onto the bed, he lets himself stare up at the ceiling for a little while. The day was long, having saved loads of people, using a lot of his feathers in the process. His wings are starting to look a little bare, some gaps visible.
But fuck, if it doesn’t make him feel good. He signed up for this. Signed up to be the protector of those who can’t protect themselves—whether legally or just because they can’t in general, just like he couldn’t all those years ago.
Closing his eyes, he lets himself relax, body moulding to the bed. Wings finally relaxing a little, their weight no longer dragging on his back as he’s laid down.
It’s only when he tries to empty his mind that he gets reminded of last night. Or well, of his dream. The one where that pretty lady visited him. That is if she’s real, and not something his mind completely made up to warn him that he’s slowly killing himself with the way he’s going right now.
He’s seen it before, of course. Hero’s who burn out, both rookie as veteran heroes who try to take on too much work. Destroying their minds and body at the same time, not taking enough breaks.
Fuck, when’s the last time he’s had a break? Two, three months ago?
That seems about right.
Food is another thing. With the constant quirk usage, he should be eating more—way more. The constant use of his wings and feathers means he burns a lot of calories. The intake, however, isn’t something he’s proud of.
Earlier in the shower he noticed how lean he’s starting to look. Sure, he’s always been on the leaner side compared to some of the other heroes—he needs to be, otherwise he can’t comfortably fly anymore—but he was never this lean.
It’s also noticeable that he can’t comfortably get to the speeds he once could. Flying at three hundred kilometers an hour should be easily doable for him—hell, he’s hit eight-hundred before, though that wasn’t in a city, but rather when flying to the other side of the country. But he just… has to exert more energy to hit his normal speed.
For a moment he wonders how long it’s going to take the HPSC to notice it. Notice the fact that their perfect weapon is slowly starting to fall apart right in front of their noses. Notice that their constant demands are starting to eat away at him.
Then again, they would do anything to use him. And he gets it. He’s been trained for this after all, but that doesn’t make it any easier.
Yes, he wants to help people. Yes, he would do anything to protect them. But then he thinks back on last night, on how that girl was telling him he should take better care of himself. At least eat a little more.
Will she be there again tonight? Stand in the same room as him, looking him over, assessing his state. Would she notice that he looks cleaner now, more presentable—more hero-like. Or would he not dream of her again.
The only way to find out is fall asleep. And even though he would love to, he just can’t shut his mind off. It’s racing at a hundred miles an hour, thinking back on villains and the information they all accidentally dropped without even realising.
Is there a connection between them? A small group of villains acting, or is it just individual people who think they can get away with it—as if they can outrun him, the fastest hero in all of Japan.
Stupid, honestly.
By the time he finally falls asleep, it’s almost a whole hour later. His eyes slipping shut as he was still thinking about everything that has happened over the past few weeks.
“I thought you were gonna skip out on me.” Is the first thing he’s greeted with when he opens his eyes again, this time still in his bed. It makes him freak out a little, because is she really in his bedroom, or is this a dream again?
Turning his head, he can see her sit on the floor at the end of the bed, head propped up on her fist as she cocks her head to the side. Hair cascading down her face, making a makeshift curtain. The moonlight from outside slipping in, illuminating her figure.
For a second, just one, he swears there’s something waving behind her—almost tail-like. Thin and black. But it’s gone as soon as he saw it.
She grins when his eyes find hers again. Blinking a few times, he sits upright. “You were waiting for me?”
“Of course I was. I told you I would, didn’t I?” She easily replies, a little teasing lilt to her voice. Her eyes crinkle as she grins a little wider, almost as if he said something funny.
And it’s true, she did say that she would meet him again soon, but he didn’t realise soon meant the literal next day. “Soon isn’t the same as ‘tomorrow’”
There’s a glint of amusement in her eyes now. Something so different from yesterday, he has to blink a few times to really see if this is the same person.
Her eyes rake down his body, stopping slightly at his bare waist. Her tongue darts out to wet her lower lip, before she looks back up at him again. “Did’ya eat today?”
Ah, there it is again. That concern she had for him yesterday. The grin gone, replaced with a slight frown as she sits upright—still at the end of the bed. Not sitting next to him this time.
“Had a few chicken skewers from a little vendor down,” he admits, rubbing his nape as he looks away. There’s something about her gaze that makes him a little nervous. Him, Hawks, the one who eyes people like they’re mere prey, feeling nervous from a pretty girl just looking at him as if he doesn’t have a whole fan base that thirsts after him.
Her eyebrows twitch a little at the confession, not a full scowl, but clearly not fully happy, either. “That’s the only thing you ate the entire day?”
Hawks has to look away for a second, suddenly feeling much more conscience about the fact that he hasn’t been eating much, especially lately. Yes, his days are hectic, but some proper nutritions should be the least he gets in a day. “Mhmm.”
“I thought I told you to eat more. Need you alive and well and all that.” She pouts, lower lip pushing out as she finally goes to sit on the bed, still not next to him, but at least a little closer than she was before. “At least you cleaned up a little.”
She’s referring to his wings, no longer dirty but rather a pretty, shiny red. Sure, they’re a bit dirty from the fact that he’s been flying around all day, fighting crime and all that, but it isn’t nearly as bad as it was yesterday.
“Mhmm, found some time before patrol to clean them,” he mumbles back, watching the way her fingers are twitching beside her, almost as if she wants to reach out to touch one. Still, she doesn’t. Fingers staying clear of the red plumes, just like yesterday.
“Good, that’s good. Mean you’re at least taking a bit more care of yourself.” She nods to herself, hair swaying with the motion as she finally looks up at him with a small smile. “Now you just have to get more sleep and eat more.”
It’s not so much a statement as it is a request. Almost like she’s trying to force him to eat and sleep more. Well, she did tell him that he couldn’t continue living like this, and that part is true.
The fact that the HPSC doesn’t even see it is quite alarming to be completely honest. But he’d rather be the one they call on—despite the fact that he wants to snap whenever they do call him out of bed—than that they try to raise some just like him.
He knows what it’s like to be raised between those walls, and he wouldn’t want to wish that upon anyone. So he has to endure this.
But maybe, just maybe, there is a solution to his problems. He isn’t sure what, but he’s going to figure it out. And he voices as much out loud. “I’ll figure something out.”
He isn’t sure if it’s to assure the girl that’s sitting on the bed with him, or himself. Not that it matters much, he knows she’s right. He should eat more. His back absolutely burning from all the flying he’s been doing lately.
“Good, because you’re way too young to burn out like this. Now go to sleep, you clearly need it.”
And he does, closing his eyes again, this time no pretty girl sitting next to him on the bed, but just a static black feed behind his eyes all the way until he wakes up.
The next few weeks continue like that—falling asleep and finding her sitting next to him. And each and every time she comes a little closer to him, getting out of her shell a little bit. Telling him about herself, sitting closer to him.
Of course he can’t forget the most important thing of all—she told him her name. A name he wasn’t familiar with, but sounded so pretty when she said it.
She still asks him if he’s eaten, and much to his credit, he has been eating more again lately. Something that’s definitely noticeable by the way he’s bulking up a little—not getting fat, but actually gaining back some of his muscles that he lost over the past few months.
She’d smiled when she saw the difference, though it was still a work in progress, it was at least something.
The eyebags under his eyes also definitely lessened. Getting more rest—not more hours of sleep, but just rest in general—than he ever has. No longer having to use a tube of concealer a week just to keep the bags away from the people.
They would probably be so worried when they saw the state he was in when he left the house. But with the constant reminder from the pretty lady in his dreams, he ate and slept more. Getting healthier by the day, even if the HPSC was still on his ass.
It’s not like crime had stopped in the meantime, petty criminals and actual drug rings popping up left and right. But with some of his strength being restored, those also got handled much quicker than before—something that definitely showed in his rating.
Not that he looks much at those ratings, knowing that the HPSC is skewing the percentages behind the scenes a lot. He’s good, he knows he’s good, but he isn’t number two good if he would look at the actual numbers.
Oh well, not something he really minds.
All he really cares about is you—the pretty lady in his dreams that tells him he’s doing so good lately. Telling him that he looks good, and not just in the way that his fans tell him he looks good; no, she means that he looks healthy again.
Fuck, the way you were running your hands through his shorter hair—because yes, he finally got that haircut as well—telling him you were so proud of him for doing good, almost has his feathers fucking tremble.
Without realising it, he has started to look forward to get into bed—to see you. Wishing the day would fly by faster so he could just close his eyes and see your beautiful figure standing in the same room as him.
The problem is that others have started to notice as well. Not his fans or the press necessarily, but rather his handler from the HPSC. They came up to him earlier today, asking him if he had someone waiting for him at home.
Technically he doesn’t, but the fact that they could even notice that he was more eager to return home after a long day of work is a problem. (How they can see that, but not see that they’re working him to the point of almost falling asleep whilst still flying astounds him.)
Getting cornered like that really didn’t sit right with him. His wings almost puffing up in defense, before he controlled them enough to not be noticeable.
Those same feathers your fingers ran through just last night, his brain working overtime as you oh-so gently ran your fingers along his wing bone, down his big, soft primaries. It almost makes him hard yet again.
But how would he tell his handlers that he technically doesn’t have someone waiting at home for him, but rather in his dreams.
Fuck, they would call him delusional, run scans on him to see if it’s someone’s quirk affecting him—as if he hasn’t tried to research that himself. Spending nights to see if there was any entry of your name in the system with a matching description, only to come up empty.
His not-so-real girlfriend turned real inside of his dreams.
Maybe they would give him some days off, saying he’s hallucinating or something like that. But he knows somewhere deep inside his brain that you are real, just not in the world where he’s awake.
Quite frankly, he doesn’t really care about the logistics anymore. Not after that one night where you ran him a bath and carefully preened his crooked feathers, massaging the knots out of his back from the long hours of flight he has been doing.
To trust someone like that—the President would have his head if she ever found out he’s been getting ‘lax’, even in his dreams.
For just once in his life, he wants to have something of his own, even if there is a possibility that all of this is fake—his mind making up things as he’s asleep; something he wants but can’t have in the real world.
Still, he knows that he’s fucked. …Just not fucked enough to not almost pounce onto the bed, pulling his blanket over him and fall asleep almost immediately.
He’s expecting to hear your voice, that pretty lilt in your voice as you tell him he did good today—having eaten much more than the first time the two of you met a few weeks ago, keeping himself clean, and actually getting a nap in during his supposed patrol (don’t tell the President that, though).
Instead, he’s greeted by a mop of white hair. A mop of white hair that belongs to a guy—not you—with the prettiest blue eyes he’s ever seen. If he had to even try to compare them, he thinks Endeavor’s eye colour would come closest to it—and even then, it’s not even close.
Still, he wasn’t expecting this. The fact that there’s a man in the living room with him, instead of his the pretty girlfriend.
Looks like the stranger notices, tilting his head to the side, bangs brushing his forehead with the motion. “Expecting someone else?”
That… is not what Hawks thought would come out of the guy’s mouth. Is this his subconscious trying to fuck with him once again? Could you not make it, and did his brain know, trying to make up for the fact that you’re not here.
Without even realising it, a small pout forms on his face. Thinking about how, after a long day of work, all he could think about was to pull your body against his, hold you close as you ramble about your day instead.
Now he can’t even do that, considering you’re not even here.
“Don’t look so sad. You have me here now,” the white-haired guy speaks up once again, trying to gain Keigo’s attention.
The hero looks over to where the guy is perched on the couch—much too close for his liking, but juuust far away enough that he doesn’t have to calm his feathers down. “You’re not her.”
That makes the guy smile, a certain glint of amusement passing through his eyes as he looks over the crimson-winged hero. “Astute observation. Though, I can take care of you, too, y’know.” There’s a slight pause before the white-haired guy adds: “In whatever way you want.”
The smug cadence in the guy’s voice makes Hawks stop for a second. Sure, he’s thought about wanting to kiss you and definitely more than just kiss you, but never did he think about actually doing those things. When he still doesn’t answer, the white-haired guy tries again.
“Look, if you wanted her here so bad, then why am I the one that’s here instead? This is your dream, so clearly you wanted me to be here.”
Right, because whatever way he looks at it, Keigo is still asleep. Not actually meeting up with a girl he likes. It’s just him, lucid dreaming about a girl his mind made up and do stuff with. And now apparently there is a guy in his dreams. A very handsome guy.
It’s not that Keigo doesn’t have eyes! The guy in front of him is objectively fucking attractive, but he still can’t help but feel disappointed that you’re not here with him.
“Just let me rest for the night,” he manages to mumble out, golden eyes slipping close already as he relaxes himself on the couch, wings actually tucked in for the first time in forever when he’s asleep.
Much to his surprise, the white-haired guy doesn’t actually say anything further, just lets out a little hum, but actually does let him sleep. Not disturbing him—though very clearly eyeing him with those pretty blue eyes of his, considering Keigo can almost feel them on his skin—until his alarm goes off.
The rest of the day has him feeling rather odd. His mind not completely in the game when he has to catch more villains—of course he still gets his job done, he is Hawks, the Number Two hero after all. But it isn’t quite as smooth as normal.
His mind still back at the pretty guy who showed up in his dreams instead of you. But then again, the guy did have a point about it being his dream, so somewhere in the back of that stupid brain of his, he conjured up that tall, handsome man.
Would you be there tonight, or is it the same guy again?
Well, he doesn’t have to wait long for that answer; going to sleep and opening his eyes to see bright blue eyes staring back at him, a small smirk tugging on the guy’s face. It has Keigo groan out, having hoped to spend some time with you again.
“Oh come onnn,” the guy whines, moving closer to where the hero is sat. “What’s so bad about me, hmmm? Is it because I’m a guy?”
“I just wanna see my girlfriend,” the words slip out before he even realises it. It’s not like you’re his girlfriend, but this guy doesn’t have to know that. Plus, this is inside of his damn mind! He can say whatever he wants to.
Seems like that was the wrong thing to say, though. The white-haired guy tilts his head, blue eyes blinking down at him as he grins. “I can be your boyfriend in the meanwhile.”
That’s how this weird dynamic begins. Keigo doesn’t really trust Gojo—as he said his name was—the same way he trusts you, but much to the guy’s credit, he does actually do a decent job at filling the gaps where you normally were.
Gojo asks him about his days, if he’d eaten today, all while playing with Keigo’s hair or sometimes massaging his shoulders—all things you also do.
So when days blur into weeks, and the blond hasn’t seen you ever since Gojo showed up, he doesn’t think much of it. Feeling more and more relaxed with the tall man around. But then there you are again, sitting on the couch with a pretty smile on your face like you haven’t been gone for weeks.
It makes his mind buffer for a little while, this time having expected Gojo here instead of you. Which is quite ironic when you think about it, considering he didn’t want anything to do with the white-haired guy before, and now he’s almost expecting him to be here.
But it doesn’t matter much, not when you coo at how pretty he looks added with a small kiss on his cheek.. Ushering him to the couch to ask him about his day.
So sometimes you’re there in his dreams, and other times it’s Gojo. He never knows when his mind decides to set him up with you or Gojo, but it doesn’t matter all that much to him anymore. All he knows is that he can feel comfortable around the two of you, no matter which one it is.
“Poor thing, losing most of your feathers in battle like that,” he hears you purr from behind him. Delicate fingers tracing over his lower back as you walk in front of him, staring at his face. Cupping his cheek, he lets himself bask in the warmth for a little, not sure when the next time ’s gonna be he sees you again.
But it isn’t until he feels another hand—bigger, a bit more rough—splayed along his back that he realises it isn’t just you in the room with him. He distantly recognizes the fact that you’re letting go of his face, but all he can think about is how a white mop of hair and blue eyes are looking at him.
It makes his mind buffer a little, having both his boy- and girlfriend in the room (he has long since disregarded anything that makes sense, in his mind the two of you are? Were? The same entity, something his mind conjured up because he’s so fucking lonely. But there was also something real about it.)
Not that it matters much when Gojo pushes out that plump bottom-lip of his, already glinting with some saliva. The thing looking almost kiss-bitten already, red where they’re normally a lighter shade of pink. “What happened to your wings, pretty boy?”
Hawks opens his mouth a few times, wanting to tell the two of you what exactly happened, but his mind is still buffering from the fact that you’re both here—at the same time.
“I just- battle gone wrong. What… what’s happening?” He breathes out, confused. Golden eyes tracking the way Gojo now is also standing in front of him. But instead of those pretty blue eyes looking at his own golden ones, they’re completely focused on you.
You, who smile up at the white-haired man. A smile so devious, Keigo isn’t sure he’s ever seen it before—it was much more in character for Gojo to smile at him like that, not you. Especially when you’re looking at someone who’s supposed to be a stranger, or that’s what Keigo thought anyway. But from the way you two are looking at each other, it certainly does look like you two have known each other for a while.
And as if he wasn’t confused enough already, Gojo surges forward, crashing his lips upon yours. There is no sweetness in it, not the way he has kissed him before, with those tender kisses being placed upon Keigo’s scarred, suntanned skin. No, this is all heat and passion—teeth and tongue.
Your hands move to Gojo’s hair, tugging on it so harshly, it gains a groan from the white-haired man. That same groan that does something to Keigo he isn’t sure how to admit.
Gojo pulls your body further against his, chest to chest, him having to bend down a bit to fully reach you as your tongues clash. And all Keigo can do is watch the two of you just blatantly make out in front of him.
That should be him …right? So why does he feel so turned on when watching his whatever-the-fuck the two of you were of his, make out with each other?
A low, needy noise escapes his lips without even realising it. But it seems like, despite being so preoccupied, both you and Gojo could hear it loud and clear. Disconnecting your lips from one another, a thin string of saliva connects the two of you. It glistens in the low bedroom light, gaining Keigo’s full attention before it snaps.
Your eyes are half-lidded as you look at the hero, chest heaving up and down with each ragged breath you take. Your hands slooowly sliding from Gojo’s hair to his chest. “I think someone wants in on the kiss,” you comment to Gojo before cocking your head to the side. “Don’t you, baby?”
Keigo can only stand there, hands clenching and unclenching as his heart beats against his chest. A small nod is all it takes for the two of you to move.
Gojo moves to his back, one big hand gripping his waist as the other perches on his hip. They move up and down slightly as you position yourself in front of the blond. One hand trails from his chest all the way up to his jaw. Your fingers leaving behind a trail of goosebumps on his scarred skin. “Need you to use your words for me.”
“Yes please, wanna kiss you.” Keigo swallows, blown-out pupils looking you over as you smile up at him. “Attaboy,” you whisper, before your lips meet to move his.
It isn’t as rough as the kiss between you and Gojo, not with the way you’re trying to coax his lips open with your tongue. Nor with the way you keep the speed down a little, letting it drag out a little.
Keigo’s hands find your hips, pulling you further into him. Feeling the way your breasts are squished against the hard planes of his body. At the same time, he can feel Gojo’s hand squeeze his own hip. Lips ghosting Keigo’s ear. “Doing so good for us.”
That makes the blond moan out into your mouth, the praise traveling directly south—something you can definitely feel. Especially when you disconnect your lips from his, lips swollen from the kisses as you look at Gojo. “Seems like he’s enjoying this, a lot.”
The white-haired man raises a brow before he looks over the shorter man’s shoulder, looking at the obvious tent in Keigo’s trousers. “How cute, getting that hard over a couple of kisses. And you haven’t even kissed me yet,” Gojo grabs the blond’s chin, turning his head to face him. “Don’t worry, I also get hard embarrassingly fast when she kisses me.”
Before he can even ask what Gojo means, said man already crashes his lips upon his own, muffling the sound. Keigo has to stand on his tippy toes a little to kiss the taller man back, twisting his torso around awkwardly—not wanting to have his sensitive wings squished to his body.
Your sweet giggles fill his ears. “So eager. Knew you’d be perfect for us,” you purr out, one hand cupping the bulge as you pepper open-mouthed kisses along his exposed neck, suckling on the skin.
Keigo groans out into Gojo’s mouth, the feeling of your fingers tracing his hard-on through his pants has him bucking up into your hand, hips moving on its own as he’s completely lost in the way the white-haired man is kissing him. It’s so different from the way you kissed him—sweet whereas the other man is a bit more mean, saliva getting swapped in a filthy exchange.
Fuck, he’s not sure he can keep up with the both of you touching him like this.
There’s a gasp of air when Gojo finally pulls back, blue eyes almost completely disappearing to the black of his irises, only a thin ring of blue remaining. The two of them breathing heavy as they just look at each other for a couple of seconds, before a small thud! finally grabs both their attention.
Snapping his gaze to the sound, he sees the way you’ve dropped to your knees now—not even realising that you stopped touching him—an innocent smile on your face as you look up at the two men in front of you.
Gojo just chuckles, moving to stand beside the shorter man now. Running a hand through your hair, you lean into his hand, eyes flicking between the two of them. Your hands find themselves on Keigo’s thighs that flex under the touch. Your head moving to lay itself on there too, nose brushing against his bulge as you look up at the blond.
“Wanna suck you off,” you place a few teasing kisses on his covered cock. “Please?”
“Y-yeah. Fuck yeah, of course you can, dove,” he stammers out, completely entranced by the way your eyes are so doe-like right now. A complete opposite to how they looked just a few second ago.
A smile stretches across your lips as you unbuckle his belt, trying to get the useless fabric out of the way as fast as possible. And who is Keigo to deny such a pretty girl his cock? Moving his own hands to help you get rid of the garments quicker, his cock springs up the moment the clothes pool around his ankles.
There’s pre beading down his slit, shaft already glistening with it. A prominent vein pulsing on the left side of his cock as the hairs at the base are trimmed at best. It twitches a few times under your gaze, before you spit into your hand and finally wrap it around his girth.
A groan immediately punches from the back of his throat when he feels your delicate fingers tug on him. The little stubs on his back twitch with the touch, a small tingle going down his spine at the feeling. He has to hold himself back from cumming right then and there—already embarrassingly close from just a few kisses and touches.
Placing a few kisses to the underside of his shaft, you let your tongue loll out of your mouth, giving it a teasing lick before wrapping your lips around the swollen head. Your hand still moving uuup and down his shaft, pulling moans and groans from the blond like they’re free candies.
“Look so pretty for us like this,” Gojo murmurs, not sure if he’s talking to you or Keigo. Not that it matters much to the shorter man, words only fueling him more. Eyes fluttering shut as you suuckk on his tip, tongue swirling around as you start bobbing your head up and down his shaft.
“O-oh shit,” Keigo moans when your nose meets his pelvis. His hand shoots down to your head, fingers hovering just over your hair as they flex, not sure if he’s allowed to grab your head like that.
Seems like you notice, though. Pulling yourself off him, lips shiny with saliva and pre, hand still jerking him off as you smile up at him—all innocent, like you didn’t just have him down your slutty throat. “Go on, you can do whatever you want.”
With that, you take him in your mouth again, throat bulging slightly as you deep throat him once more.
This time Keigo’s hand threads through your hair, fingers digging into the back of your skull as his own eyes roll back, only the whites visible. Abs flexing as he oh so desperately tries not to buck his hips forward, burying his cock down your throat like he wants.
“Taking me so good,” he whimpers—fucking whimpers out. Completely lost in you that he’s forgotten that there’s another presence in the room.
“You can be rougher than that, she takes cock like a champ. Don’t you, babe?” Keigo startles, eyes opening to see the other man completely bare. When did he even take his clothes off? Cock standing proud, tip a pretty blush colour as pre gathers along his slit. The sight makes the hero absolutely salivate.
The words don’t even process in his mind until you pull yourself off Keigo’s cock with a wet little pop! some saliva dripping down the corner of your mouth, despite the blond not being as big as your boyfriend. A whine escapes him as your warm, wet throat leaves him. The cool, chilly air of his bedroom making his ever-sensitive dick twitch a few times.
Luckily for him, your hand wraps itself around the blond’s cock, keeping him stimulated as you give teasing kitten licks to the neglected cockhead of your boyfriend’s cock.
Groaning, Gojo puts his hand on the back of your head, guiding your mouth until it’s wrapped around him. The tip grazing the roof of your mouth as you steady yourself with one hand on his big thigh.
Gojo starts fucking into your mouth with deep, harsh trusts. And fuck, the sight has Keigo buck his hips into your hand. It was clear that you could take a lot, especially with the way you were sloppily making out with his tip before sinking down to the base, his tip reaching the back of your throat. But seeing you swallow Gojo’s dick that is at least an inch and a half bigger than his own, yeah, taking cock like a champ is exactly right.
The room fills with the wet sounds of your gurgles, Gojo’s balls hitting your chin over and over again, and the sound of the white-haired man whining out your name between praises.
Gojo doesn’t let you come up for air even once. Not that you want it, from your expression. Literal hearts in your eyes as you look up at the man who’s currently rutting into your mouth like there’s no tomorrow, head thrown back, eyes closed.
You haven’t forgotten about the blond, though. Hand still moving up and down his shaft as you get absolutely used by the other man, your fingers digging into his thigh.
Keigo can feel himself get closer by the second, already having trouble not cumming right now—watching the way you’re taking all of Gojo like it’s your job. Even when the white-haired man’s hips buck uncontrollably, little whines leaving his lips as you keep sucking him off.
Pulling you off his girth, Gojo groans. “F-fuck sweetheart, let us cum on your face, hmm? You’re close too, right, handsome?” Keigo just nods his head, golden curls bouncing with the motion. “Of course you are, such a good boy.”
That does it, sending Keigo right over the edge. Hot white spurts landing on your face as you close your eyes and open your mouth.
Gojo is not far behind, cumming with a groan. Their release mixing on your face, painting you in white.
You scoop some of the cum from your cheeks, lips closing around your fingers as you lick it all up. A moan ripping itself from the back of your throat when the mixed cum hits your taste buds.
Keigo can’t even properly come down from his high—dick still twitching a few times, wing stubs moving on his back—before Gojo helps you stand, and licks some of the release from your face. His tongue lapping over your cheek, before sharing a filthy kiss with you, swapping the cum around in your mouths.
If Keigo’s dick wasn’t twitching before, it certainly is now. Getting half-hard again already, watching the way you two are just drinking each other up—and the cum, of course.
It’s only when Gojo scoops some of it from your cheek onto his fingers, that the blond comes to his senses a bit more. “C’mon pretty boy, you don’t wanna know how sweet we taste together?”
Gojo taps his cum-covered fingers on Keigo’s bottom lip, smearing some of it on there. For one second, just one, those golden eyes find yours—seeing the way you’re biting your lip, rubbing your thighs together where you’re still sat on your knees, eyes half-lidded—and he’s done for.
Opening his mouth, he sucks on Gojo’s fingers. The taste of both him and the other man filling his taste buds, and he can’t help but let his eyes flutter shut.
“Fuck, he looks so pretty like that. Almost makes me regret not asking him to suck me off with you,” Gojo whispers, blue eyes looking down at the other guy that’s currently sucking on his fingers like it’s his dick.
“We can always do that another time,” you reply. Having stood up from the ground, only to discard your own clothes. Not that Keigo notices that detail, eyes opening to directly stare up into those pretty blue orbs, tongue still swirling around those thick digits.
It’s only when you move to stand behind him, breath ghosting the shell of his ear as you lean forward, one finger tracing his spine, going especially slow when you’re close to his wings, that he snaps out of whatever trance he was in.
His wing stubs move erratically on his back, the sensitive skin your finger is currently grazing making him so fucking sensitive. A small whine leaving his throat when your finger comes down on what’s left of his wing bone.
“Maybe we can also play with those feathers of his next time.” The thought makes a shiver go down his spine, already thinking about how the two of you would use his feathers.
Fuck, would Gojo put him on his lap, back against his chest, those red feathers getting squished between bodies as he cards his fingers through the crimson feathers? All while you jerk him off, that devious throat of yours taking all of him in when he’s already sensitive.
Multiple scenarios flash through his head at once. You, on your back, fingers clinging to his biceps and shoulders, leaving behind angry marks he can admire for the rest of the day when he wakes up again.
Him, sinking down on Gojo’s ridiculously large cock, wings twitching as he tries to fit all of him in. All while Gojo whispers condescendingly praise into his ears, telling him how pretty he is when he’s struggling to take some cock.
Fuck, now is not the time to think about it, but rather to act it all out. And it seems like the two of you agree with that sentiment, especially when you try to take his shirt off, leaving him just as bare as you and Gojo already were.
“Think you can take me?” Gojo asks the blond, giving his own cock a few tugs.
Can he? He honestly has never even tried something this large before, only having a handful of experiences with other guys, where he topped most of the time. The few times he bottomed wasn’t with guys who were this big.
Keigo looks down once again, and he can swear Gojo has gotten even bigger somehow between fucking your throat and now. Surely a trick of his mind, getting a bit overwhelmed at the thought of all of that trying to fit inside of him.
“‘S okay if you can’t, baby,” you, still stood behind him, rubbing his shoulders a bit, say. “You two can fuck me instead if you don‘t think you can take it.”
Gulping, he looks at you for a few seconds, golden eyes completely blown out when he feels the way you’re pressing against him. Then looks back at where the taller man is standing, cock hanging from how heavy it is, glistening in the low bedroom lighting, making it all the more inviting.
“I can take it,” he responds, even though the thought of fucking you also weighs heavy on his mind. Thinking about how your walls would be clamping around him as he fucks into you the same time Gojo does.
But he can’t deny that he also wants Gojo, having daydreamed about what the tall man would do to him if he ever let it.
“Attaboy. We’ll take such good care of you,” Gojo whispers, sealing his promise with a filthy kiss. “Go on, lay down for me.”
He does as told, leaning back on the bed, propping himself up with his elbows so his wings don’t touch the bed.
At the same time you go to lay down beside him, legs spread. There’s slick along your inner thighs, glistening in the light. Of course Keigo can’t help but look at it, eyes immediately snapping towards your puffy folds.
Not that he has a view of it for long, because there’s a groan from the other man before he’s on you—eating you out like a man starved. There’s sweet moans falling from your lips as you fist some of the white hair, bringing Gojo closer toward you.
Speaking of, it’s not like they completely forget about him. One of your hands creeps over to where Keigo lay, wrapping around his base and giving him a few pumps, thumbing the slit with each pass of your hand.
Leaning over, he captures your mouth. Kissing you like there’s no tomorrow. The sound of the wet shlick shlick shlick along with the wet squelch of Gojo’s fingers moving in and out of you fills the room.
Before he knows it, you cum with a cry. Back arching as you moan out into Keigo’s mouth. “That’s it, sweetheart. Cum all over my tongue,” the white-haired man mumbles from between your legs. Before he finally lets up, removing his fingers from your dripping core, only to lap them clean. Shufflinf over to seat himself between Keigo’s legs now.
For a second, looking down at the man that’s currently looking at him like he wants to absolutely devour him, Keigo swears he sees something on his chest. A small marking that wasn’t there before. Tilting his chin further down, he can see it more clearly now, and it has his heart and mind absolutely racing.
It almost looks like a tattoo, in the most beautiful shade of blue he can even think of—almost the same shade as the man’s eyes who is currently between his legs, sucking hickeys into his skin he definitely has to cover up when he’s cleared to go on patrol again. (God forbid someone somehow saw one of the markings, he doesn’t have the time to explain to everyone that he’s a human being with needs.)
But the tattoo holds his attention, a small little heart with swirls all around them. It almost looks like it’s glowing, and his fingers can’t help but creep towards the mark.
“Isn’t it pretty?” Keigo startles when he hears your voice, much closer than he had anticipated it to be. Turning his head to the side, he’s met with you. Perched on your knees as you sit right beside him now, no longer laying on your back. Eyes wide, he can’t help but look you over for a few seconds.
His eyes go to the swell of your breasts, looking at the way they look so inviting to suck. Then travel down, all the way until he sees a similar mark on your own lower stomach—the same pretty shade of blue, a little heart with markings all around. A fucking womb tattoo.
How didn’t he notice it when Gojo was absolutely lapping you up? When your back was arched so pretty, eyes fluttering close.
“Since when…?” He can’t really find the words he’s looking for, golden eyes still trained on your womb while Gojo has finally stopped his ministrations, instead laying his head on Keigo’s thigh.
“Back when I made her my girlfriend—made her mine,” the taller man replies, blue eyes flitting between the two marks; eyes lingering on your tattoo a bit longer than on Keigo’s one. “As for yours… the first time we met.”
Keigo furrows his brows. The day they met? Surely he would’ve known if someone gave him a tattoo, especially on his chest. Plus, he’s never seen it before in his life. Sure, he was tired all the time, but not tired enough to miss a whole ass tattoo on his chest.
When the blond stays silent for longer than expected, Gojo pouts a little, glossy lip pushed out as he playfully bites the blond’s thigh. “Do you not like it?”
“I do! I do! It’s just… How did I miss this before?” He mutters more to himself than to either of you, but you perk up a bit. “Because we’re only showing it to you now, pretty boy.”
“What does that even mean— O-oh fuck!” He gets cut off when a warm mouth wraps around the tip of his blushing cock, tongue lapping up all the pre that was dripping already. One of his scarred hands flies down to tangle into the short, white locks of Gojo’s hair. Who is currently looking up with an amused glint in those pretty blue eyes.
Pulling himself off, a small pop! echoing through the room. “Sorry, did you want to ask something?”
“N-not really,” Keigo rasps, his hand trying to guide Gojo back to his swollen cock head. Gojo just chuckles, giving the blond a small wink, before he places small kisses all over the shaft—from his glossy tip to his frenulum, a small moan escaping the hero’s lips when he feels the teasing kitten lick over the thing, all the way down until his lips find the delicate skin of Keigo’s balls.
Wrapping his lips around them, Keigo has to focus on not bucking into the lager man’s hands. Small moans escaping his lips as Gojo plays with his balls, all whilst still jerking him off. The sight of such a pretty guy sucking on his balls while his hand is pumping him, has him positively twitching in the white-haired man’s hands.
“Didn’t forget about me, did you?” you purr at the blonde, one finger trailing from his throat down to his chest, where you circle one of his nipples. Shaking his head, curls bouncing with the motion, he cups your jaw to bring you in for a kiss.
At the exact same time, Gojo pulls away from his balls, only for two wet, cold fingers to circle his entrance. Pulling back from the kiss, he looks down to where Gojo is smearing the substance—of what he guesses is lube—in a messy circle around his hole, blue eyes staring up at him. “This okay?”
“Mhmm, yeah.” Keigo nods back, giving the okay for Satoru to sink one of his fingers inside of him. The foreign feeling has him hissing out, the slight stretch almost completely unfamiliar to the blond. You brush his fringe out of his face, a few golden curls stubbornly springing back into place. “Relax for him, pretty bird.”
He tries to do as much, just letting himself feel how Gojo is slowly moving his finger in and out of him. Finger sometimes crooking up, trying to find that spot inside of him. The white-haired man places a kiss on Keigo’s hipbone.
All while you lean over the blond, placing small kisses all on his shoulders and collarbones, sucking small marks into his skin.
The feeling of two sets of soft lips upon his skin makes him relax a bit more, enough that Gojo can sink his entire finger in. Trying to get him used to the stretch to get a second finger in. “Doing so good for me.”
Keigo’s cock twitches where it’s laying on his stomach, the soft amber lighting in the room annunciating the way his entire cock is glossy from pre and saliva. Throwing his head back, he doesn’t see the way the white-haired guy now leans up.
Grabbing the hero’s cock, Gojo wraps his lips around his shaft once more, trying to distract the smaller guy from the fact that he’s adding another finger in, slowly stretching him out more.
Keigo clenches around both digits, a small moan escaping him as he feels all too much—Gojo’s digits slowly scissoring him open while the white-haired male also lets his tongue lave over Keigo’s slit, and then there’s you.
Soft lips placing open-mouthed kisses over his skin, sometimes stopping to let your teeth sink in or suck a mark into the suntanned skin, until you stray a bit further down, your lips find the mark on his chest.
Hawks’ back arches from the bed, and Gojo has to wrap his free arm over the man’s waist, pinning him down so he doesn’t accidentally hurt the smaller guy; fingers still slowly moving inside of him, cock now buried in Satoru’s throat. Not that you’d know from the way the guy doesn’t even blink at the sudden movement, only sinks his head down further until his lips reach the base.
“Shit- fuck, what the fuck?” He groans, one hand finding the back of your head—where you’re still licking and sucking on the tattoo, and it’s almost like there are thousands of little nerve endings on the thing, making his dick twitch and pulse inside Gojo’s mouth.
Placing a small kiss on it, you look back up at Keigo, a smirk tugging on your lips. “Pretty nice, huh?”
He can’t find the words, especially not when you lick a broad stripe over the mark. His back arches, the stimulation of the mark plus the way his cock feels in Gojo’s tight throat and the three fingers currently moving inside of him, hurtles him over the edge.
It isn’t long before Gojo is pulling off and out of him, licking his lips like he was just served a meal. Throwing an arm over his eyes, he let’s himself breathe, chest heaving up and down.
“You ready for another?” The arm slides off his face to look at Gojo, who’s standing at the side of the bed, hand wrapped around his cock as he gives it a few lazy strokes. The confusion must show on his face, because both you and Gojo chuckle in unison. “I hope you ate enough to get plenty of energy, because we’re far from done with you yet.”
Oh shit.
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boots! that’s my ego boost!
pairings: jack abbot x fem!reader (established relationship)
summary: javadi and santos whine about the seemingly never ending pairs of heels you have. is it your fault your boyfriend loves to see your ego boosted?
warnings: age gap, cursing, mentions of sugar baby, allusions to jack being a foot lover 😔, girly reader i fear, no y/n usage, pet names, reader works in the pitt as a resident
if you could count all the pairs of heels within your walk-in closet, you think your friends would be more insufferable.
“i swear everytime it’s a new pair. it makes me want to fucking stab myself with your heels.” trinity had been nursing the same drink for the last hour as yourself, trinity, and victoria sat on your night off at the bar.
victoria scoffed at trinity’s exaggeration.
a quick flick of your eyes allowed you to admire the fine pair of red bottom heels adorning your feet. at the beginning of your relationship with dr jack abbot, you only had around three pairs. a wedge, stiletto and kitten heel.
yet when you mentioned this to your older boyfriend, jack raised his eyebrows in shock, “baby, a girl should always have a few nice pairs.” strong and capable hands had been massaging the ball of your foot as his tv hummed in the background, “i don’t know, medical school kicked my ass, didn’t really feel like i had the money to spare on heels i never really got to wear.”
his heart ached a little at the glint of sadness brimming in your eyes. jack hated you had to choose between what you wanted and what you could afford.
“tomorrow, after my shift, we’ll get you some okay?”
a sniffle left your nose at the idea, “really? you don’t have to do that jack.”
the older man sighed and shook his head, “what’s the point of me having such a sweet thing like you and all this money if i can’t spend it? don’t worry, i have you.” and with that, his skilled hands grabbed onto the next foot as his eyes squinted slightly to focus on the tv.
you gladly took a photo at the domestic scene.
“gramps we need to get you glasses for every room of the house.”
“oh really?”
“no i’m kidding! stop biting!”
victoria glanced at her own flats and back to the large stilettos of yours, “i don’t even know how you manage to walk in those. you’d think an er resident would avoid—,” she stopped midway as you raised a hand to interrupt, “i don’t wear them all the time, just when i want to feel cute. and when i’m dancing i take them out. plus i bring a big bag which has flats.”
trinity rolled her eyes at the over complicated manner in which you wore heels. “either rock them the whole night or don’t.” you jabbed her side to shut her up.
“jackie likes them what can i say?”
a giggle erupted from victoria’s mouth where trinity simply gagged, “you call him jackie? god you’re a sugar baby to a t. what’s next? daddy?”
“she does infact call me both of those, you ready to go baby?” jack stood with his arms crossed as you all turned to the curly headed man. he was wearing a tight black shirt and black jeans with a belt. since he started dating you, his closet had definitely upgraded.
jack put more effort into how he dressed when he was around you since it felt like an extension of his love for you. he knew what people thought when his scarred and veiny hands found their way to your waist or lower back. was he old enough to be your father? yes. did he care?
not at all. especially when he took the time to take you in fully. and then all the words and stares shot his way meant nothing.
“jackie!”
the arms wrapping around his neck grounded him in the present moment, “nice boots baby,” you kicked your left out slightly and rotated your ankle to show off the heel, “thank you for buying it, i feel really nice in it.”
“i wouldn’t want anything less.”
it started out with a kiss
you meet by chance at a baseball game, so he asks you to be his plus one for a wedding. the catch? pretending to be his girlfriend for a whole weekend. what happens when you actually start to like him?
pairing: seungmin x fem!reader genre: fluff, smut content: ft. mina and sana from twice, fake dating, one bed, kissing after a couple drinks, drama! but not that much, explicit smut, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex (p in v), creampie, happy ending word count: 5.2k a/n: this is my last fic for the event and i’m kinda sad it’s almost over!! thank you for all the love and support from the past month, we’ve really appreciated it! absolutely not proofread <3 ♡ m.list
a wet hot skz summer event masterlist ☼ schedule
The stadium is sweltering hot, the crowd is screeching between innings, and if one more guy spills beer on you, you might actually lose it. You usually love baseball games, and have so much fun shouting for your favorite team and eyeballing the hot players in their tight pants. Usually.
Maybe you just haven’t had enough to drink. There’s no reason you shouldn’t be having fun with your friends, leaning into them and whispering about the game, or more commonly, the players you have a massive crush on.
Or maybe you’re sitting there thinking about your date from last night, the guy who talked way too much and didn’t ask a single question about you. You didn’t even want to go, he was a friend of a friend, and you owed her a favor, and he was kind of cute, so you figured, why not? Big mistake.
You haven’t sworn off dating, but your recent string of bad dates has become particularly exhausting. You love your friends, but there’s a part of you that wants to go to these games with somebody else. A partner. Preferably in a romantic capacity.
There’s a group of guys on the right of you, and Mina keeps leaning forward, trying to make jokes with them. They laugh and joke back, and you try your best to laugh and play along. You catch a few of their faces when you glance over, and Jesus fuck, they’re all good-looking.
Your friends are on the other side of you, definitely drunk, and having the time of their lives. You resort to actually watching the game, trying to focus on something to drown out the chaos around you. A batter on the other team strikes out, so terribly that you almost feel bad for them.
“Ouch…that’s embarrassing," you mutter under your breath.
“It’s one strikeout,” a voice from next to you says, almost annoyed. “There’s plenty of game left to play.”
You whip your head to see the man sitting next to you, smirking as he sips his beer. There’s a Giants hat on his head, which makes you laugh. They’re losing pretty badly right now.
“Giants fan?” you ask, as if it isn’t obvious.
“I take it you’re not,” he observes.
“I don’t really have a favorite,” you say honestly. “But there’s at least 5 more teams I’d pick before the Giants.”
He scoffs at that, but you catch a faint hint of a smile as he turns back to watch the game. He’s really, really handsome. You turn to your friends to hide your smile as you sip your drink.
You make snide comments as the game goes on, and he dishes them right back at you. One of the players on your team drops a ball, and you let out a groan.
“That’s your guy?” the man whispers next to you.
“Hush,” you say back, because it’s the only thing you can think of without making prolonged eye contact and stuttering over your words. You try to hide your smirk but can’t deny the flirty edge that the conversation has.
You’re only half listening to Sana drone on about how she hates her new boss when the giant screen above you flashes pink. Bold words appear on screen.
KISS CAM.
The camera bounces around from couple to couple, a series of cheers echoing throughout the crowd. Sometimes it’s cute, like when the people on screen are obviously dating, but half the time it looks so awkward when random strangers pucker up just because of a little attention from the camera.
It takes a second to register when your face pops up on the screen.
Your face. And the man next to you. The man you met today, the man whose name you don’t even know.
“Do it!” you hear your friends laughing beside you, egging you on.
You turn and see his friends doing the same, patting him on the back and hollering at him. You make eye contact with him and can’t help but laugh.
You give him a shrug. “Why not?” you say. It’s harmless. Plus, he’s stupid hot, and you’d be dumb to turn down a kiss from a hot stranger, even if it is in front of thousands of people.
“Ah, what the hell.” He sighs, smiling, and leans forward.
Your lips connect, and you hear the crowd erupt around you. You feel the sound vibrate through your seat more than you can hear it. His lips are so warm and soft, and everything fades away for a moment. It’s tender, surprisingly so.
You break the kiss first after a few seconds. Four seconds? Or ten? You lost count, honestly. You pull back in time to see his eyes flutter open. He smiles at you, warm and genuine. God, he is really handsome.
The crackle of the announcer over the loudspeakers catches your attention, and you remember where you are all at once. You feel your chest tighten, suddenly very aware of what had just transpired.
“I’m Seungmin,” he says, and you snap out of the panic you were about to enter.
You introduce yourself. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“That’s one hell of an icebreaker,” he jokes. You both laugh, turning your eyes towards the field before the embarrassment sets in again.
You find it increasingly hard to keep your eyes off Seungmin as the game continues. He bumps your elbow every time he leaps out of his seat to cheer on his team, and you have to pretend you don’t notice. You smell his cologne when he leans in too close to make a snide comment, and you have to roll your eyes to avoid making eye contact with him. Trying to act cool, like he doesn’t do anything to you, is pure torture.
The game ends 6-5. You didn’t pay too much attention to the score, just enough to tease Seungmin when the Giants slipped behind. It didn’t matter though, they ended up pulling through and winning tonight.
“I never doubted them for a second,” he says smugly.
“You probably should have,” you say back, laughing.
Your friends get up to leave, and you turn to follow them, collecting your empty drink cup as you walk out. Just then, you feel a tug on your wrist.
“Wait! Uh…can I get your number?” Seungmin asks, rubbing the back of his neck.
Your eyes light up as you look back at him and nod. The two of you exchange numbers, ignoring the way both of your friend groups snicker and tease behind you, before going your separate ways.
The whole walk back to the train, your friends talk about the day, their plans, and their lives, but you’re not really listening. It’s hard to when your mind is full of the handsome stranger you’d just met minutes ago. And you especially can’t stop thinking about the kiss.
“You’re awfully quiet,” Mina says, nudging your shoulder.
You shrug your shoulders and turn to stare out the window. “Just tired. We had a long day.”
She doesn’t buy it, leaning closer into your space to get a better look at your face.
“Are you thinking about the Giants guy?” she says, definitely teasing you. You shoot her a glare and roll your eyes, but you feel your face grow warm and hope it doesn’t show.
You get home, you shower, eat some leftover pasta that’s been marinating in your fridge, and collapse into bed. By this point, you’ve mostly convinced yourself that today was a one-off. A funny story to bring up at dinner. “Remember that one time…” your friends will say. That’s just what happens. You meet someone fun at an event, and then life takes over.
But as soon as your head hits the pillow, your phone buzzes on the nightstand.
Unknown: giants won btw. in case you needed a reminder.
You roll your eyes before saving the contact and typing a reply, smiling to yourself like an idiot.
You: a whole text JUST to brag? Seungmin: just making sure you knew Y: I was THERE S: yeah but did you watch or were you distracted Y: no idea what you’re talking about S: mhm… Y: congrats on the win, don’t let it get to your head!
You find yourself checking your phone more than you’d like to admit over the next few days. Your heart skips a beat every time you get a notification on your phone. Sometimes, he says good morning and asks about your day. Sometimes he just sends a dumb meme with absolutely no context. Or provides commentary for whatever game is on that night.
Today’s message from him starts differently than usual.
Seungmin: hypothetically You: hypothetically… S: if I needed a date for a wedding Y: okay… S: would you go with me? Y: what’s in it for me? S: you get to feel REALLY GOOD about yourself for doing a favor for little old me S: and a free trip to Jeju…
Your eyes go wide at that.
Y: it’s in JEJU!? S: yeah my cousin’s loaded or something Y: hypothetically it would be a yes S: okay great! S: another hypothetical… Y: mhm S: ….i told my mom i was bringing my girlfriend? Y: you have a girlfriend? S: NO no no i don’t have a girlfriend, that’s the problem Y: i see… S: so uh would you also hypothetically pretend to be my girlfriend? Y: you can’t tell your mom you were lying? S: it’s…complicated. i’d rather not be lectured or have her try and set me up with all of the bridesmaids
You’d also prefer that, but you don’t mention it.
Y: hmm…hypothetically one weekend wouldn’t kill me S: oh my god you’re a lifesaver Y: hypothetically? S: super not hypothetically. very realistically actually Y: okay fine. when is it? S: next weekend Y: you’re good at planning things S: please? Y: if i say yes too fast does it make me look like a loser for not having any plans already S: if you say yes too fast it makes you look like an absolute saint for saving my ass Y: would you look at that! i’m free
You close your eyes, excited for the upcoming weekend. But not too excited. That would be too obvious.
The airport is crowded and much too noisy for this early in the morning. Seungmin finds you easily, waving you down by the check-in counters. He’s taller than you remembered, cleaned up nicely, but definitely sleepy.
“Hi, stranger,” you say as you walk up to him. He greets you with a sleepy smile, and you notice how cute he looks bundled up in a hoodie and his tousled hair.
“Ready to lie to my whole family?” he says, laughing, like he can’t believe he’s about to do exactly that.
To be honest, you’re not sure. You hardly know this man, but if there’s a chance you continue seeing him, the last thing you want to do is put on a false persona or lie about your guys’ history.
By the time you settled into your seats, Seungmin insisted on getting the window seat, and you had a couple of hours to get your story straight.
“How long have we been dating?” you ask as the plane steadies after takeoff.
“Sorry?”
“In your hypothetical world that you told your family about. How long have we been together? Where did we meet? We need to get our story straight!”
“Ahh okay. So, we’ve been together four months.”
“Specific, believable, I like it. How did we meet?”
“The truth. Baseball game kiss cam. I literally couldn’t make it up if I tried,” he laughs.
“Okay, fair.”
You talk about his family and what to expect for the rest of the flight. Every family has its drama, quirky relatives, and secrets. The flight wasn’t long enough to cover everything, but you feel confident you know who to avoid and who’s safe to talk to.
The plane lands, and you find yourself hoping they like you. Hoping that after all this, Seungmin still likes you too.
The hotel is massive, spewing bright neutral colors and modern accents. You’re still marveling at the lobby, looking at the ginormous chandelier above you, when Seungmin waves a keycard in front of your face.
“C’mon, I want to shower before dinner.”
And the room is just as nice as the lobby. It’s large, with a balcony facing the ocean attached. You’re high up enough where the noise from the street won’t bother you when you try to sleep, which you’re grateful for. The giant king bed sits in the center, surrounded by beautiful artwork.
Giant king bed.
One bed. Singular.
You set your stuff down, frowning at the arrangement. “It’s a little soon to share a bed, don’t you think?” You try to come off as playful, but your heart is beating faster at the thought of sleeping next to a man you hardly know.
“I know, I’m sorry. I should’ve mentioned that.” His apology is sincere, and you can tell this weekend is already stressing him out.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay, I’m just joking. I guess they wouldn’t really have believed us if you asked for separate rooms anyway, right?”
He relaxes his shoulders at your comment, nodding in agreement and putting down his stuff. He disappears into the bathroom, and you take the time to flop down onto the bed.
Everything’s going to be fine. People share beds all the time. Sana has slept in your bed more times than you can count after a night out, and you’re perfectly fine with her crowding your space or snoring in your ear.
You’re still thinking about a thousand different ways this weekend could go wrong when Seungmin comes out of the bathroom, showered and dressed.
“We have a couple of hours to kill. Wanna go for a walk?”
And so you slip your shoes back on and head back down to the lobby.
The fresh air feels nice and warm with a hint of sea salt. The two of you make your way down to the beach and start to walk along the shoreline. Seungmin kicks off his shoes and rolls up his pantlegs before heading closer to the water.
You follow suit, slipping off your sandals and skipping towards the water. You flick a bit of water up with your toes, and it lands on him.
“Hey!” he shouts, laughing, flicking it back at you. You squeal and run, holding your pants up to keep from dragging them through the water.
The wet sand sticks to your feet as you pretend to run, only getting a couple of yards away before two arms wrap around you to stop you in your tracks. Your shrieks turn into laughter as you twist in his grip, trying to get away. Your feet kick in the air as he lifts you a couple of inches off the ground.
“Put me down!” you cry out. He carries you a couple of steps before putting you down. You playfully push him, both of you still laughing. You notice the wrinkles around his eyes as he smiles, and your heart swells with joy. Just joking around like this just feels so comfortable with him.
The two of you keep walking down the beach, commenting on the beautiful view or the temperature of the water.
“Thank you for coming,” he says after a while. “I know it’s weird and we barely know each other and—”
“Seungmin.”
“Uh…yeah?”
“Hush. I’m having fun.”
He nods, shoving his hands in his pockets and keeps walking, and you watch his worried face disappear into a smile.
The sun starts to set before he suggests you head back to change into clothes for dinner. You agree, and he loosely wraps his arm around you as you walk back to the hotel.
The rehearsal dinner is held in a banquet room just off the hotel’s main lobby. The room is draped in white fabric and well lit, the kind of setup that would cost at least three or four times your rent. You hardly have any time to admire it before you’re shuffled through conversations, meeting Seungmin’s relatives.
“This is my girlfriend,” he says about a dozen times before you have to remind yourself that that’s not actually true. You feel your heart flutter every time a relative comments on how cute the two of you are, though.
His aunt whispers something in his ear that makes his ears go red. His uncle tries to get the two of you to take shots with him before Seungmin eventually whisks you away from the conversation.
There are a few toasts, most of which drone on forever, with Seungmin fidgeting in his seat. You want to ask if he’s okay, but you have a feeling that he isn’t up to talking about whatever family-related issues are causing his stress.
“Almost done, I promise,” he says low in your ear as he guides you to what you’re hoping is the last group of people.
There’s a woman in a long white dress, not quite a wedding dress, standing at the front of the room towards the podium, accompanied by a tall man in a suit. You’re guessing the bride and groom.
“Seungmin!” The bride says warmly. “I’m so glad you came!”
“Hi, Yuri. Congratulations.” His voice is flatter than you’ve ever heard it before.
“Cousin!” his cousin exclaims as he pats him on the back. Seungmin introduces him as Jiho, his mother’s sister’s son.
“You must be the girlfriend! I’ve heard about you,” Yuri says. She flicks her eyes up and down, as if she’s assessing you. You’ve gotten it from most of his family members, but she’s been the most obvious one to do it tonight. Probably bride confidence, or one too many glasses of champagne.
“All good things, I hope,” you say, sipping on your glass of wine.
“We’ll let you get back to it,” Seungmin says quickly, leaving you almost no time to wish them a good evening before he guides you out of the room and to the elevators.
“Are you okay?” you ask. He’s noticeably stiffer, adjusting his clothes like they’re too uncomfortable now.
He makes eye contact with you and seems to realize that he’s sending a million different distress signals. “I’m fine, sorry. It’s just family stuff.”
You nod your head in understanding, not wanting to push it further. The elevator dings and you step into it, feeling the warmth of his hand on the small of your back.
“Do you think they suspected anything?” you ask as he unlocks the door to your room, trying to be lighthearted.
“Never, you did perfect,” he says, with a genuine smile you haven’t seen since earlier on the beach.
You sit on the bed, letting Seungmin use the bathroom to shower and change into pajamas first. This is possibly the strangest first date you’ve ever been on, if you can even call it that. You text your friends back, updating them on the day, and lock your phone before they can barrage you with questions you don’t feel like answering.
“All yours,” he says, stepping out of the steamy bathroom. He’s drying his damp hair with a towel, fully in his pjs, but he looks so handsome like this. You stop yourself from staring too hard before you take your turn getting unready from the day.
By the time you come out of the bathroom, Seungmin’s not in the room. You notice the balcony door is slightly open and see a figure standing outside, leaning against the rail. You slide the glass door open and join him outside.
“All good out here?” you ask.
“Yeah, just…thinking.”
“About?”
“I’m really glad you came with me.” He turns to look at you, sincerity written all over his face. He gently grabs your arm and pulls you in for a hug.
He smells so nice. You get a whiff of his shampoo mixed with his laundry detergent, but then catch something else underneath it all. It’s just Seungmin. A man you hardly know who has managed to weave his way through your every thought in just a few weeks.
You pull back a moment, offering a smile, and he tucks a damp strand of hair behind your ear. Your pulse quickens, the way it always does when he looks at you like that.
“Can I…?” he starts, tipping his head down slightly, and you know what he’s asking.
You answer by closing the gap yourself.
It’s soft, much softer than the first. There’s no crowd counting down, no friends drunkenly cheering you on–just you and Seungmin, under the moonlight in a quiet moment. He wraps one arm around you to pull you tight against him, and you snake your hands around his neck to ground yourself. The ocean’s waves crash in the background faintly, and you feel the nerves from before fall away. It’s more comfortable than you were expecting, not that you were expecting anything.
When he finally pulls back, he keeps his forehead against yours. If he loosens his grip on you, you might fall over. You hope he doesn’t.
“Ready to lie to more people tomorrow?” he laughs sheepishly.
You laugh, kissing him again in response. If there’s something still unsaid between you, it can wait until tomorrow.
The morning is a bit of a blur. You get dressed and make your way over to the venue, a beautiful building that seems like it was made just for weddings. Seungmin is antsy the whole time, holding your hand through it all like letting go would mean certain death. The ceremony is beautiful, and you sit right beside him through it all. It’s been a lovely weekend being a plus one at a wedding for people you just met yesterday.
At the reception, you’re standing near the edge of the dance floor waiting for Seungmin to come back from the bar when Yuri comes over to you.
“Hi!” she says brightly.
“Congratulations again,” you say. “The ceremony was beautiful.” “Thank you so much.” She glances around, maybe looking for someone. “It must be so weird for you to be here.”
“Yeah, maybe a little,” you shrug. “I don’t know many people, but Seungmin’s been the best at introducing me to everyone.”
She takes a sip of her champagne. “You’re brave for showing up to your boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend’s wedding. I don’t know if I’d be able to handle it.”
Her voice replays in your head. Your boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend's wedding.
Your head tilts sideways, and your heart sinks to the floor. Maybe you misunderstood her. “Sorry, what?”
Yuri’s face flickers with surprise. “Oh, I’m sorry. He must not have told you…”
Your heart feels like it’s going to fall out of your ass. You excuse yourself, setting your glass on the nearest surface and high-tailing it out of there. You pass the bar on the way and catch Seungmin’s surprised face when you don’t stop.
The elevator doors close, and you realize how fast your heart is beating. Who cares if the bride is his ex-girlfriend? You certainly don’t have room to be jealous, he isn’t actually yours to be jealous over. Still, it would have been nice to get a heads-up.
You throw your shoes off when you get into the room and head straight for the balcony. Your stomach starts brewing something nasty, and you feel like you might throw up if you don’t get your breathing under control soon. The breeze feels nice against your face, and the ocean serves as calming white noise as you take deep breaths.
The balcony door opens behind you, and you hear slow footsteps behind you. You don’t turn around.
“You could have told me,” you say, trying not to cry.
“I know,” Seungmin says as he approaches the railing next to you. “I’m sorry.”
“Why? Why are you even here?”
“I’m here for my cousin, and my mother would have thrown a fit if I didn’t come.” You scoff. “But still, I should have told you. I just didn’t know how.”
You stay silent for a moment. “I get why you didn’t.” The words surprise you as they come out of your mouth. But it’s the truth. You do get it. “It still would’ve been nice to know.” “That’s fair. I really am sorry.”
You both fall quiet for a moment before you break the silence again. “She’s marrying your cousin?”
He laughs for a moment and nods his head. “Yeah. Like I said, family drama.”
“I’m really sorry, that’s a lot to handle.”
“It’s fine. It was years ago. We dated in college, they got together after we broke up. I’m pretty sure there was some overlap, but it doesn’t matter anymore.”
“Do you…,” you start to ask a question, but hesitate. You’re not afraid of the answer, per se. You’re afraid of the insecure girl bottled up deep inside, afraid that revealing her means showing your true feelings. Leaving everything out in the open, vulnerable.
“Do you still love her?”
“No.” He answers quickly and without hesitation. It eases the butterflies in your stomach, but now he knows. He knows that you’d been thinking about it, that you care.
You nod slowly, accepting his answer. He takes a step closer, grabbing a hold of your hand as it dangles by your side. The air on the balcony shifts as he takes a step closer, dragging his hand up your arm before resting it on your cheek.
“Let me show you.” It’s a request that you gladly accept with a nod as he leans in to kiss you. It’s gentle yet passionate, showing you he means what he says.
He walks you backwards back into the hotel room, sliding the glass door behind you as he guides you back into the room. The lamp lights are on, and your shawl and heels are kicked to the corner as you try not to trip on them. The fan humming does little to mask the noise of your heavy breathing between kisses.
Seungmin’s hands are everywhere. Cupping your face, sliding down your neck, gripping your waist, making good on his word. He kisses you deeper, tongue sliding against yours as he backs you further into the room.
He guides you down gently on the bed, and you can feel how hard he is through his dress pants. It makes the heat between your thighs grow, your mind suddenly filled with nothing but want. He snakes a hand behind you to unzip your dress and pull it down.
“You look so beautiful tonight,” he says, kissing down your body. “I’m sorry I didn’t say it before. I’ve been thinking about this all day.”
You’re left in your lace bra and panties, and his mouth comes down hot against your body as he leaves open-mouthed kisses all the way down. His hands cup your breasts, and you let out a moan when his thumbs brush against your nipples.
“Seungmin, please,” you breathe out as you pull him closer.
He unhooks your bra and drops it to the floor. His mouth closes around your nipple, sucking and flicking his tongue around it. You tug at his hair in response, basking in the feeling.
Your hands fight with his shirt buttons as he crawls back up your body to kiss you again. He takes off his dress shirt and peels off his undershirt, exposing his lean torso. He looks so hot all disheveled like this.
You reach for his pants next. “Off,” you demand. He sheds the rest of his clothes quickly, cock springing free. It’s hard and bright red, already glistening at the tip. You reach down between you to give him a couple of strokes, and he lets out a deep moan at your touch.
He hooks his fingers into your panties and rips them off next, grabbing at your thighs to spread them wide. You’re soaked, you can feel it. He stares in awe.
“So fucking perfect,” he mutters before situating himself between your thighs.
He places a kiss on your inner thigh before dipping between your folds, licking at your entrance. He works his way around your sopping cunt, and you feel the heat in your belly grow.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” you moan as he moves to pay attention to your clit.
He hums against you in response, sending shockwaves through your whole body. He finds a rhythm that makes your head spin and your muscles tighten as you head barreling towards your peak.
“I’m gonna—fuck, Seungmin!” You cry out, hips bucking and shaking against him as you come in his mouth. Your body is trembling, and he slowly works you through your orgasm.
You pull him back up once your body stops shaking and taste yourself on his lips. You kiss him sloppily, not bothering to stop for a breath. “Need you, right now.”
He positions himself at your entrance, pausing for a breath. “Ready?” he asks. You nod, feeling like you’re going to explode if he waits another second.
He pushes in slowly, keeping eye contact with you the entire time. You feel the stretch inch by inch, feeling so perfectly full as he bottoms out. He drops his forehead against yours when he’s fully buried inside you.
“I could stay here all fucking night,” he moans. “You feel so fucking good already.”
“Seungmin, please move.”
He starts with slow, steady thrusts that quickly turn rough and passionate. The bed creaks below you in time with his movements. You wrap his legs around him, making him hit deep inside. You let your nails rake at his back, and he lets out a deep moan.
As soon as he angles his hips and hits the sensitive spot inside you, you’re seeing stars. His movements quicken, and the room is filled with the slapping of skin against skin. You feel the heat come back, about to bubble over once again.
One of his hands slips between you, thumb making circles around your clit in time with his thrusts. You feel your body squeeze around him, cunt pulsing, and your vision whites out.
“Holy shit, Seungmin!” you cry out his name over and over as he fucks you through another orgasm.
He follows moments later, the feeling of you clenching around his cock throwing him into his own orgasm. His hips stutter as he buries himself deep inside you, choking out your name as he comes. He collapses over you, and both of you try to catch your breath.
After a minute, he rolls over next to you and pulls you close, tracing circles on your back. Your skin is slick with sweat, and you feel sticky, but it all feels so right.
“Please stay,” he whispers against your hair. “After this weekend. I want to take you out. Properly.”
You nuzzle your face deeper into the crook of his neck. The balcony door is still cracked open, letting in a gentle breeze that cools your warm skin.
“I’d like that,” you say, looking up to give him a gentle kiss.
It may have been a weird weekend, but you have no regrets. Not when it brought you here, on an island in the middle of the ocean, in the arms of a ridiculously dorky, handsome man.
a/n: thank you all so much for your support! sorry again if this feels rushed, i had so much fun writing it i've just been SO busy!!
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Pairing ✨ Rockstar Seungcheol x Female Staff OC
Synopsis ✨ As the new personal assistant to the manager of the biggest rock band in the world, you see a lot of the shenanigans that go on backstage. And you have no intention of getting involved. But sadly for you, the drummer very much wants to get involved with you.
Genre ✨ rock band au, (sort of) enemies to lovers, angst, fluff
Plot warnings ✨ Seungcheol is an ass at the beginning, the biggest pair of idiots in love (emphasis on the idiots), jealousy, bickering, passive aggressive to the max, mild threats of violence (god help anyone who touches Seungcheol in OC's presence), a little bit of bullying (it isn't Cheol and it lasts about two sentences), she's a little insecure for like a minute, social anxiety in big crowds, a lot of chat about bats (?), drunken phone calls, a huge misunderstanding, he's never been in love and doesn't know how to process his feelings, confessions after they've more or less ruined each other, Woozi has the patience of a saint, a horrible amount of HORRENDOUS pickup lines
Smut warnings ✨ suggestive, references to Seungcheol's various one night stands (we learn a little too much about where his tongue has been), OC can't keep her mind out of the gutter, lots of chat about his arms (a valid smut warning), references to dry humping, references to porn, references to oral. f receiving, references to sucking on balls (?), making out but no actual smut
Word count ✨ 16.7k
Meet the other band members here.
a/n- I've saved my favourite till last and this was going to be the last story for the Shadow guys, but a lovely anon suggested the subby side of Mingyu and I couldn't resist. I have other things I'm working on but I will revisit Shadow sometime soon and show the other side of Mingyu and OC's relationship.
I'm also disgusted to admit that even though those pickup lines Cheol uses are horrible, one of them was literally the reason I went on my first date with my ex-girlfriend years ago..... So, they do work.
And thank you to the anon that asked about having stories for the other band members after you'd read Dino's original one shot. Writing these really cheered me up and helped get me out of a pretty low point I was having. So thank you anon 🩷🩷
Osaka
Your boss said it might take a while but you didn’t think you’d need to spend a whole fifteen minutes knocking more and more loudly on a hotel suite door. Sure, you’re an assistant and to many deemed unimportant in the grander schemes of music producing and performing, but blatantly ignoring someone seems a bit much. You know you’re being ignored because you can hear giggling from the other side of the door, the pair that are in the room obviously in no great rush to see who might be daring to interrupt whatever the hell they’re doing.
You rest your forehead on the door and take a deep breath. This is your first day and already it seems to be going to shit.
Fuck this. You can do this. It’s just a simple form. Your fist connects with the heavy wooden door in a series of bangs that sound more like a police break in than an assistant trying to rouse a rowdy rockstar, but you don’t care. He’s taking the piss and you have other things you need to be doing.
“FUCK WOOZI I GET IT, I’M COMING!”
The door swings open and you’re confronted by the drummer of Shadow, the band your new boss manages and the biggest band in the world, in nothing more than a pair of shorts.
Neither of you say anything for a few seconds, you don’t know what to say. You’re pissed off he’s made you wait. But can you really be mad at a man that looks like that? Because he’s big, bigger than you even imagined. Not that you’ve spent much time thinking about the body of the drummer of your favourite band. You’ve definitely not searched Choi Seungcheol arms over a hundred times on pinterest. Absolutely not.
“You’re not Woozi ,” He smirks, his gaze assessing you from head to toe as he leans on the door frame with his big, muscley, perfect, biteable arms folded. Fuck you need to stop looking at them, but they’re just so big.
“N-no,” Damn, his smirk only grows because of your stuttering. “You need to sign this.”
“There’s no fans allowed into the hotel.”
“I’m not a fan.”
“Sure you’re not. Listen, unless you want to join us, or wait for her to leave and then come in and get a taste of this," he gestures at his body, "I suggest you fuck off and crawl back under whatever weird little rock you came from. Breaking into a hotel is stalker behaviour." His smile is one of sarcasm and it’s at that moment you suddenly realise that the drummer from your favourite band is a fucking asshole.
“I’d rather stick pins in my eyes.” You smile back, enjoying seeing him falter a little, “You or rather your friend needs to sign this. I’m Woozi’s new assistant. I’d ask if you could shout your friend out here for me but I presume you don’t know her name, so can I come in?”
You don’t wait for an answer. Just push past him, ignoring how his skin seems to be as soft as a baby's, and storm into the room to find the poor girl who needs to sign the NDA in your hand.
“Hi,”
“Who’s she?”
“He doesn’t know my name, just like he probably doesn’t know yours. And honestly you seem much too pretty a girl to be treated that way.”
They both look at you a little shocked but you don’t care.
You scan around the room, noting how they’ve clearly had quite the night if the various pieces of clothing around multiple surfaces are anything to go by. You can’t help scrunch your nose a little in disgust when you see three used condoms thrown messily near the bin. You suppose you should be thankful for small mercies, at least he’s not riddling the poor women with diseases and he’s saved an unsuspecting cleaner the trouble of cleaning cum stains off the floor because the idiot has tied a knot in them.
Woozi said he hated having to ask you to do this but there’d been an emergency with the guys taking the stage down in Osaka, ready for you all to move onto Tokyo, and he needed to rush off. You get why he hates it, it’s like making sex a business transaction and you’re the one who’s having to facilitate it. But if you didn’t, you risk the band’s secrets being spilled and then every fan in the world would have the same realisation as you. That Seungcheol is a prick.
“He knows my name,” She narrows her eyes at you but you’re just trying to ignore the little marks Seungcheol has left behind on her neck and breasts. Her only being in her underwear makes it easier to see them and the sight leaves a weird feeling in your stomach even though you’ve just recently decided you hate him.
She turns to Seungcheol, waiting for him to say that he obviously knows the name of the woman he’s spent the night with.
You wish you had her blind optimism.
“S-sure! It’s er…….well it’s er………J….” His “friend's” eyes get wider as he tries to ask if it starts with a J and your heart sinks for her.
You’re all for one night stands. Or not having one night stands. It’s up to whoever it is. But you know if any of the people you’d slept with did what he’s doing right now, you’d feel fucking horrible.
“Could you just sign this please?” You say softly, trying to ignore the clear awkwardness you’ve helped contribute to. Fuck you shouldn’t have said that about names, you were just pissed at him being an asshole by the door.
“No. He can tell me my name.”
You inwardly grown. You love that she’s standing up for herself but you’d rather be back in the hallway whilst she did it.
“Baby,” He smiles, moving towards her, “we just met last night!”
“And yet I’ve had your dick in my mouth. I tend to like to know the names of people whose dick I’ve had in my mouth. And as your tongue has been in my ass hole, I presumed you’d know mine”
Well shit.
You decide to appraise a very odd looking stain on the ceiling and ignore whatever is unfolding in front of you.
“I didn’t……..Did I?......Oh shit, yeah I remember…….NO!” He rushes but it’s too late.
“You’ve already forgotten what happened between us?!!! You literally had your tongue down my throat a minute before she came in here.”
Is there anywhere in this poor woman Seungcheol hasn’t had his tongue?!
You resist giving her a piece of your mind for the way she said “she” and continue assessing what you think might be a wine stain on the ceiling, though how it got there you don’t know.
“Tell me my name and I’ll sign it.”
You glance at Seungcheol, you can tell he’s panicking but you’ve never met either of them until about three minutes ago, so it’s not like you could help even if you wanted to.
When you move over to the desk to get a pen, hoping Seunghceol may somehow remember this woman’s name in this lifetime, you spot her small card holder by her phone. A small card holder holding her drivers license. You hate having to help him, you’d much rather see him suffer but you do technically now have to have his best interests at heart. You don’t suppose your job with Woozi will last very long if you allow this woman to decimate the character of one of the band members.
You glance round, noting she hasn’t moved and does still have her back to you, just as Seungcheol’s panicked eyes find you and he realises what you’re doing.
Slowly, you pick up her wallet and move the license up a little. It feels less like a complete disregard for her privacy and not so big a break in girl code to not fully take it out of the card holder.
“SORA” You mouth dramatically to Seungcheol whilst he tries to act natural. But him fucking squinting like he doesn’t understand isn’t helping.
“SAW,” You mouth, mimicking sawing something in half, “RAAAAA.”
This is fucking stupid and more than a little demeaning. But the big idiot still doesn’t get it.
“SAAAAAAAAW,” You try to act out seeing something in the distance but she turns around and you have to suddenly act natural, holding her card holder behind your back.
“Well?! MY NAME SEUNGCHEOL?!” She whips round back to him.
“SORA.” You mouth in the biggest way you can.
“So…..” You put your thumbs up and mouth it again, “So…ra…..Sora! You’re Sora! See! I never forget a name.” He grins.
You roll your eyes and quickly throw the card holder back just before she turns to check you’ve not helped him in some way.
Fucking moran. He behaves like a chauvinistic pig and yet still somehow gets away with it.
“Could you sign this?” You pear round her with the paper and pen in your hand.
“Like I’d want to tell anyone about being anywhere near him.” She snarls, much to Seungcheol’s shock.
He can’t honestly think she believes he remembered her name? He cannot be that arrogant to think she’d let what just happened slide and continue fawning over him like she no doubt was last night.
She snatches the paper and pen from your hand and marches over to the desk to fill out her name and sign it. You follow Seungcheol’s gaze and note he’s not got a care in the world that he’s probably ruined poor Sora’s whole week. He’s too busy eyeing her ass hungrily, his busy tongue licking his lips like she's lunch.
What. An. Asshole.
“Here.” She slams the paper into your chest and throws the pen at your head.
There is no need for that. And you’re ready to tell her so before Seungcheol pipes up.
“Hey, leave your number. We come back to Osaka every tour y’know.” He leers at her as she quickly gets dressed.
“Get fucked.”
And with that she’s gone in a waft of floral perfume and anger.
“Oh and!” She shouts from the doorway, “Your dick isn’t as big as you say it is!”
The door slams behind her and you both just stand in silence.
“That is not true and the way she was waddling proves it.”
“You’re disgusting.” You glare at him.
“You shouldn’t speak to your boss like that,” he smirks, clearly not affected by a thing that's just happened.
“You’re not my boss. Woozi is.”
“He works for us.” He scoffs.
“You’re signed to his and Jeonghan’s company. They own the company. My contract is with him specifically. I have nothing to do with you.”
“I always like a hot nerd.” He creeps closer.
“Well. I imagine most of the world’s population could be classed as a nerd if they’re comparing themselves to your intelligence.”
You march out of the room. You don’t need a response from him, you’ve already made your mind up about him. Choi Seungcheol is a womanising lowlife who you never want to speak to again. You will never let him anywhere near you, not even if he was the last man on earth.
Tokyo
“Did something happen between you and Seungcheol?” Woozi asks, somewhat apprehensively.
You’re sitting in his suite with him and Jeonghan, all three of you with laptops out, trying to plan schedules for recording the new album and deciding which brand deals, out of the influx of offers that have come in recently, any of the guys should do.
It’s only been five days since you started working for Woozi but you’ve found him to be the complete opposite of Seungcheol. In fact you’ve found that almost everyone on the staff is the opposite of Seungcheol. Every single person, including the other band members, have made you feel nothing but welcome, each of them coming over to introduce themselves and offer help if you need it.
The same cannot be said for Seungcheol.
He has been the most petulant idiot you’ve ever met.
He purposefully asked you where a man called Jihoon was in front of everyone, having not uttered a word to you since the little debacle in his suite. When you told him you didn’t know who Jihoon was, he humiliated you in front of the whole band and the stylists by replying “oh right yeah, I forgot Woozi only tells people he likes his real name.”. Nobody laughed, they all just looked perplexed at what the hell was going on as you both glared at each other. They didn’t even realise you’d been introduced, let alone already seemingly enemies.
You got him back though. Sort of.
You’d had to travel between Osaka and Tokyo with Seungcheol and Woozi because Seungcheol was designing new bass drum skins and you’d be the one putting the order in. As Hoshi had already gone ahead for an event and the two other members tended to like to travel with their girlfriends, you’d ended up with the king of the boneheads.
Just as you saw him taking a gulp of his drink out of the corner of your eye (and checked there were no cars behind you), you shouted out that there was a cat in the road. The driver slammed on and poor old Seungcheol ended up covered in coffee.
It did somewhat backfire on you though. He had sent his bags in one of the other cars and because his sweater was covered in coffee, he decided it was probably best that he just not wear anything at all and opted to discard his sweater completely. You tried your best not to look at him, really you did, but you couldn’t help glancing at him. His knowing smirks and the constant need to catch yourself before you looked at him again, made that seven hour car journey feel like days.
“No.” You glance at him before going back to your laptop, “Why?”
“He’s just being……odd.”
“Is he not odd all the time?” Jeonghan snorts at that and you feel a weird sense of pride that you’ve managed to fit in with them so quickly.
“She’s got a point there.”
“I guess. He just seems different.”
You feel a weird twinge in your stomach at that, a slight panic that there’s something wrong or going on with him. Though you’re not sure why you care, he’s nothing but an ass to you.
Maybe it’s because of what happened in his suite that first morning? He doesn’t like that you saw him being humiliated and now he’s being weird because of it. But he didn’t seem bothered by it at the time so why would he care after the fact.
“There was a girl in his suite when you got me to take the NDA to him, maybe it’s that.”
“_____,” Jeonghan smiles knowingly, “I’d be more surprised if there wasn’t. I don’t think he’s ever been alone in a hotel room in all the years we’ve been doing this.”
That leaves a sour taste on your tongue but you know it has no right to be there.
“She wasn’t exactly…..kind….to him when she left. He’d forgotten her name and she didn’t really like that,”
“Ugh Seungcheol,” Woozi leans back in his seat, wiping his face with his hands, “when will he grow out of all this bullshit!”
“I agree with you but that doesn’t explain what’s going on with those two,” Jeonghan points at you.
“Well. Well. I might’ve called him disgusting?.” Your cheeks heat when neither of them give any sort of reaction.
You jump slightly when laughter ripples through the air and they both beam at you.
“I think you’ll fit in well here ______.” Woozi smiles whilst Jeonghan nods along.
You smile and sheepishly say thank you but you can’t help feeling weird. Something isn’t sitting right with you at all and you’re certain it’s down to Seungcheol. It’s probably hatred and the fact his voice sounds like nails down a chalk board. Yeah…… That’ll be it. It’s definitely nothing else.
One of the main reasons you were excited for this job was because you genuinely loved the band. You were a fan of their music, I fan of their style, you just loved everything about them. You didn’t even really have a favourite, they just all seemed like great guys who made amazing music and that was it. You’d told Woozi you liked the band during your interview and he said it was a good thing, it meant you’d care about your work and so far, that is proving to be true.
You’re standing at the side of the stage watching as thousands of screaming fans sing every word back to Shadow as they perform. That would've been you, in total awe of them as they rocked out in front of tens of thousands of fans.
But instead. You're standing glaring at the drummer whose arms glisten with sweat every time he strikes a cymbal and who you're desperately trying not to look at. But you can't help. He's gone too far.
About twenty minutes before they were due to go on stage, the whole crew was gathering for a team talk. It was everyone. Stylists, security, fuck you're certain even the guys that print the lanyards were there.
But one person that wasn't, was you.
He was holding the door open for one of the makeup artists to go into the large shared dressing room. You knew he was going to do something, he'd seen you walking towards him. You know he had because he'd made a point of checking out the makeup artist's ass and then directly looked at you with a smarmy smile.
You braced yourself for the door closing on you or him sticking out his foot to trip you up. But he took it a step further, a step too far.
“Where are you going?" Seungcheol blocks off the doorway as he leans on it.
"To the team meeting,” you grumble, rolling your eyes. Surely it's fucking obvious where you're going.
"Why?”
"Because it's a whole team meeting. Move out of the way please.” Adding the please is done begrudgingly but he is still a member of the band and so you can't just tell him to fuck off and kick him in the balls how you'd like to.
"But you're not part of the team.”
"What?” You frown, "Move please, I don't want to be late.”
"You can't be late for something you're not invited to. You told me yourself, you work for Woozi. Everyone in here is part of team Shadow,” he declares like it's obvious, "guess you're not part of any team.” He sighs.
Embarrassment creeps up your spine. You're certain Woozi would be expecting you to be there but short of pushing past him and making a scene, you're not entirely sure how to get round this.
“You've had your joke," you mumble, “come on move, we'll be late."
“I will be late, you mean. You're probably early to whatever plans you have for the evening. There's probably some private moment going on that you can shoe horn your way into and make ten times worse.”
You stare at him. Both of you almost challenging the other to look away but the difference? He holds all the cards and he knows it. You don't win in this situation. If you tell him to fuck off, he'll say you've been unprofessional and no doubt tell Woozi and you lose the best job you've ever had. Or you don't tell him to fuck off and you have to walk away in embarrassment.
"Is Woozi in there?”
"I mean yeah, we're all one big family really.” He shrugs, “It'd be weird if he wasn't there.” He insisted, his smirk only getting more annoying.
Part of you wants to punch him, to put this arrogant rock star in his place. But there's a weird feeling in your chest too, that you can't quite figure out what it means.
He doesn't stop looking at you, his smirk never faltering. But you just pull your sweater over your hands and avert your eyes, pretending to look past him and like this isn't making you want to cry.
“Bye then." You say quietly, sending him a false smile but still not looking him in the eye.
You wander down the corridor to the side of the stage and hope you find something there that'll occupy you when the “one big family" all turn up to start the concert. At least then if Woozi asks where you were you can say you were caught up with something.
Seungcheol watches you leave pretty pleased that he's got the upper hand. He'd been enjoying the little back and forth you guys had been having the past few days. And if he's honest, he wants to get you back for the other morning. You were fucking annoying and ever since he's had this need to get a rise out of you.
But as he watches you walk off, he gets a weird feeling in his chest that unsettles him. His smirk leaves and his eyebrows inadvertently knit together. He got this feeling when you called him disgusting too, though he ignored it then and tried to put it down to his hangover. Add that to the leaping feeling he had in his stomach when something the driver said made you laugh, he's starting to get a little worried about all these unknown feelings he's having.
This must be what hatred feels like. The sound of your laugh must physically cause him pain and the feelings in his chest are just pure annoyance when you're around. Yeah. That’ll be it. It's the only logical explanation.
“You know we don't object to workplace relationships,” You jump a little, you hadn't realised Jeonghan was so close to you.
"What do you mean?” You avert your eyes to him but quickly refocus on the band.
"You and Cheol, you keep staring at each other and I think even Woozi's realised there's a tension there and he's normally so lost in schedules and shit, he doesn't realise anything.”
"I don't stare.” You snap.
"Whatever you say,” Jeonghan smirks, "I know he's got a reputation but he's one of the kindest guys you'll ever meet under all that swagger.”
You wonder how much Seungcheol pays people to lie for him. You've got proof he's not a kind person, and you do not believe that he doesn't live up to that "reputation” Jeonghan is referring to. Both you and Sora can attest to that.
"There's no tension. I'm just trying to do my job.”
"Okie dokie.” Jeonghan smiles though you can tell he’s not convinced at all. "Oh! And we missed you at the staff meeting! You don't have to work so hard!.”
You watch as Jeonghan glides away. It relieves a few of the worries you'd had about not being missed at the meeting, at least there seems to be people who are genuinely looking out for you. But it just makes you more pissed at the drummer who adverts his eyes the second you look back over to him.
This can't all be because of that first day. He's taken an instant dislike to you and, to be honest, you feel exactly the same way.
One thing is for sure. You won't let him win.
Bangkok
And so for the next three weeks of the Asia leg of the tour, a battle ensues. You both happen to be at breakfast at the same time? You’re making sure that you take the last of the muesli he likes. He notices that you’re carrying a heavy bag? He’ll purposefully pick out another member of staff who is also carrying something and make a grand gesture of asking if they need help, right in front of your face.
Everyone knew what was going on. It was like the both of you couldn’t hear a conversation going on with the other without passive aggressively butting in.
“Do you want to try this hat for the magazine cover?”
“Are you sure that would fit over his enormously oversized head?” You’d chide as the room erupted in laughter and Seungcheol glared at you through the mirror.
Or.
“______ seriously you’ve got me so organised I’m running out of things to worry about.” Woozi beamed at you.
“Pretty easy to be so anal about shit when she’s got a permanent stick up her ass.”
It was just an everyday part of your life now. Wake up, make sure Woozi has everything he needs and then go out of your way to piss off Seungcheol. His schedule seemed pretty much the same except where you organised Woozi, he played for thousands of fans and partied until the early hours.
And it’s his partying, or rather the whole group partying, which is putting you in a situation you didn’t really want to be in right now.
Seungcheol had used your dislike for partying when he was trying his best to embarrass you in front of everyone. The trouble for him was that you didn’t care what he thought about you in that respect. You’d never been one for huge crowds of drunk people, it just wasn’t for you. You loved socialising, you loved going out with friends for drinks or good food but being in a confined space with a bunch of sweaty drunk people? You’d really rather sit in a bath of ice.
But this was the last night of the Asia tour. It was a big deal and even though you’d told Seungcheol to get fucked when he’d called you boring for not going, it turned out you weren’t going to get away with it so easily. Woozi made you promise you’d join them all for one drink at least and your best friend at home had made you promise you’d put yourself out there more just before you started this job. You didn’t need to make sure everything is ready for the next day or spend your time writing in your diary, or any of the other one hundred things you could think of doing to avoid situations you felt uncomfortable in. You just needed to be brave enough to actually go.
So with Woozi’s promise that you only had to stay for one drink and your best friend’s words whirring round your mind, you find yourself standing in front of the mirror in your room, not knowing whether you’re even dressed right. You know you can’t wear your usual sweaters or jeans but you didn’t want to seem too over dressed, too out of your comfort zone.
You’d gone with a leather mini skirt which you didn’t even realise you’d packed, your good old bestie still looking out for you even when she’s not with you, and a tank top that felt too tight but you could work with it and it made your tits look great even if you do say so yourself. You hadn’t brought heels so your trusty doc martens would have to do. It isn’t something you’d wear to a club you suppose but drinking with a rock band? It works. Sort of. You think?
“Fuck this get a grip _____. No one will even notice you’re there, one drink and then you can come back and pack.” You mumble to yourself as you fix your eyeliner in the mirror. “You’ve got this.” You fake a smile to yourself before you take a deep breath, grab your phone and head to the rooftop bar of the hotel.
It wasn’t as bad as you thought, you’d had a drink with Dino’s girlfriend who has become a good friend in the month you’ve been on tour with them. And Woozi had made you join him in a dance but it felt very much like dancing with your dad and so you’d spent most of your time laughing with him whilst he showed you how to do the robot.
You didn’t see Seungcheol. You’re not even sure why you were thinking of him. He was probably with some woman by now already and he wouldn’t want to see you anyway. You tell yourself your eyes scan the room every three minutes because you want to prove a point to him. You want to show him that you’re not as boring as he says you are. But why should you even care what he thinks? It’s probably just because your competitiveness has peaked in this month-long battle with Seungcheol, you just want to show that you won this little challenge. It’s not even really about proving a point to him. It’s about winning.
You bid your goodbyes to Dino and his girlfriend as they run off giggling after informing you they’re going for a late night swim, and you head towards the elevator.
“Hold the door please!” You run towards the closing door as a hand stops it and you throw yourself in.
“Thank you,” you sigh before you realise who it is, “oh.”
“_____?” Seungcheol saying your name makes you feel weird but it’s probably irritation. That’s the only thing that would explain the goosebumps that’ve erupted all over your body.
Your eyes drift to the woman in his arm, one of her hands under his shirt, tickling his skin. You get the sudden urge to scratch this woman’s eyes out, a feeling of utter rage coming over you like a dark cloud but you bat it away. You don’t care who touches him.
His eyes drift over you, his eyebrows knitting together but he snaps back to himself and holds his girl a little closer.
“Does she work for you?”
“Nah, she works for Woozi. A professional busy body.”
You know he’s waiting for your reply but the sight of the woman still touching his skin has you mute. What the fuck is happening and why does it feel like those words he just uttered actually hurt? You’d been tearing shreds off each other for weeks and it hadn’t bothered you. The last time you’d truly felt upset by something he’d done was the staff meeting but you were over that. Now though it just felt like he was being mean for the sake of it and you were so confused by what you were feeling towards him and his “friend” that you can’t even muster a response.
“You came then?” He smirks when he doesn’t get a response.
“Oh you’ve been to the party? You didn’t feel like dressing up?” She says in the most sickly sweet way she can.
Fuck you feel like you’re in school, the resident school bully deciding it’s your turn to feel their nastiness.
You just glance at both of them and then look forward, willing the elevator to move quicker.
“It’s no wonder she’s going back to her room alone,” you hear her whisper to Seungcheol, although you’re fairly certain she intended you to hear it.
Sure you weren’t overly confident in your outfit but the longer the night went on, the more you felt happy in your own skin. Others at the party were dressed like you, you didn’t stand out. If anything it’s her that looks out of place, a sequin dress and sky high slingbacks making her look like a christmas tree. And yet her words are cutting as deep as a knife.
Your bottom lip threatens to wobble but you stay strong. You won’t break in front of either of them.
The elevator rings, your floor finally arriving and you rush out without sparing them another glance.
You don’t see how Seungcheol moves like he wants to say something to you or how once you’re out of the elevator he suddenly distances himself from the woman he was with, much to her confusion.
You just rush to your room, rub the makeup off your face in a shower that’s so hot it’s only a few degrees below actually burning your skin and spend an hour making sure you’ve packed everything you came with. Making sure the leather skirt is right at the bottom of the pile. Just the sight of it makes you want to melt away in a puddle of embarrassment.
You’ve so many feelings fighting for supremacy that you don’t know which to focus on most. Sure you’re embarrassed but the thing that’s annoying you is why you hated that woman before she’d even insulted you. You had every reason to loathe her now she’d made you feel like the ugliest runt in the litter but before that you wanted to end her. The second you saw her hands on Seungcheol’s skin you wanted something horrible to happen to her and you can’t explain why.
You don’t get much sleep after all that. Just toss and turn with her words ringing in your ears as images of her and Seungcheol laughing about how pathetic you are, as they fuck each other race through your mind.
And what’s even worse. Things are going to get a whole lot more uncomfortable.
Hua Hin- Thailand
“Ok what's wrong?"
All four members of Shadow take up a table and four seats on the coach taking them to the Thai resort they'll spend a few days at before the South American leg of the tour begins. It wasn't the whole crew, just the members, girlfriends and managers. And you. At everyone's insistence other than, of course, Seungcheol.
The four of them had been having a little song writing session as the coach would take four- five hours. But Seungcheol hadn't joined in with any of it, not even when they'd purposely rhymed the same word twice just to annoy him, knowing he hates repeating words when they can't think of a proper rhyming couplet.
“Nothing."
“She was that bad?"
“Who?"
“Whoever you took back to your room."
“Oh." He wriggles in his seat, “nothing happened. I asked her to leave, I wasn't in the mood."
His three friends stare at each other wide eyed.
“You weren't in the mood?" Dino clarifies.
“Are you not well?" Hoshi asks.
“I'm fine! Can't a man just not be in the mood?" His eyes flick up the bus but then back down at the wordless notebook.
They all turn to look where he just has, knowing looks on their faces when they face each other again. Because it's you. You're who Seungcheol has just glanced at unknowingly and it's you who's been the only woman they've ever seen get under Seungcheol's skin.
They've seen it happening right in front of their own eyes. How both of you proclaim to hate each other and yet you both search for each other in every room you go in. You both spend each day seeking each other out even if it is to be complete idiots.
"How do you know when you've gone too far?”
"What do you mean?”
"Like when banter becomes bullying?”
The three exchange looks and Dino kicks Mingyu under the table, silently telling him to take the lead.
“What makes you ask that?"
Seungcheol doesn't look up from the paper, instead he decides to just draw little flowers on the pages. But he needs to figure out what's going on, he can't keep feeling all these feelings every day.
“Last night," he sighs, “that girl, she was really mean to _____. Basically called her ugly."
“That's fucked up."
“But…..is it…..is it fucked up that I didn't stick up for her?"
“Yeah."
“Dude what the fuck!" Hoshi kicks Dino.
“What?! I'm just saying if you hear someone say that to anyone unprovoked then you should stick up for them. Unless it's some like seven foot dude with an axe."
“Why are you and _____ the way you are?"
“What?" Seungcheol’s eyes snap to Mingyu.
“She's kind, she's funny, she's a bit shy, sure but she's part of the team. Why are you two the way you are?"
“We're not like anything. Just normal."
“We all know that's not true Cheol. There's something about her. And you know it."
“I can't stand her."
“Cheol, you look for her in every room apart from when you're partying because you know she's not there."
“That's because I know she's going to pull some bullshit!" He shouts but lowers his voice when Woozi and Jeonghan turn around, luckily you have your headphones on and are deep in some game on your switch.
"You've been turning up early to soundcheck then you know you can speak to her or annoy her at least.”
"I've decided to be more professional,” he shrugs.
"You're drawing the exact flower she has on her necklace.”
All four of them look down at the piece of paper. Shit. It is the same flower that you have on a gold chain. You wear it every day, a small golden charm on the necklace, it was a gift from your parents when you graduated. Seungcheol knows that because he heard you tell Jeonghan when he asked about it, he remembers wanting to punch Jeonghan on the nose for daring to take an interest in you. He wanted to ask about it. Not Jeonghan.
"That's not……I'm not…. Fuck I don't know what to do! I feel weird whenever she's around and I spend most of my time counting down the hours until it's time to meet up with everyone because I want to see her. And taunting her is the only way I think she'll talk to me. Because someone like her isn't going to be interested in me! Fuck the first day we met was because she came to my room and saw exactly how I behave! And I feel like my heart is physically breaking whenever she laughs and jokes with someone else because I want to do that. I want to make her laugh. And she looked so fucking pretty last night but I didn't think she’d come to the party! And I didn't know that woman would be such a bitch to her! And she looked so fucking sad and I did nothing. I'm having all these feelings and I don't know what they are or how to deal with them! I don't even like partying anymore! You know, the other day all I could think about was how much I wanted to just sit with her and hold her and talk to her! I've never just wanted to sit and talk to a woman!”
He's gasping for breath by the time he's finished. All of them including Woozi and Jeonghan and Dino and Mingyu's girlfriends are looking at him in shock. Thankfully you're still blissfully unaware of the mini breakdown Seungcheol has just had at the back of the coach.
"You need to tell her.” Dino's girlfriend chimes in kindly. "Not telling her will just make a huge mess.” She looks knowingly at Dino who just sends everyone an embarrassed smile. Everyone knows the chaos that went on between them on the last tour.
"It's gone too far. Even if it hadn't, it definitely has now. She looked so fucking sad when she left the elevator last night. She isn't going to trust my intentions is she?!”
"She will.” Mingyu nods.
"Would you?” Seungcheol asks their girlfriends who are on the table next to them.
"Well,” they look at each other. "Probably not? But!” Mingyu's girlfriend rushes to say, "I think you need to show her who you really are. Don't just go in with some big confession. She needs to know the real you, the one we all know. Not this idiot who knocked a drink all over her."
“She did that to me first!"
“Grow up." She deadpans as Mingyu giggles behind him.
“How do I show her! I doubt she'll even talk to me."
"You'll think of something.”
"Yeah I doubt it," Seungcheol pouts, slamming his pen on the notebook. “I even downloaded a list of the best pickup lines last week when I'd convinced myself to do something. But I'm not gonna be one of those sad acts that creep up on women at bars with some awful line to be laughed at."
“We're here!" Your voice breaks through the tension as you excitedly look through the windscreen and throw your headphones off your head.
“Fucking great." Seungcheol grabs his bag and storms up the coach.
“He’ll sort this out, won't he?"
“I hope so. They’d make a cute couple and I'm never wrong, am I baby?" Mingyu's girlfriend taps his chest to back her up.
“Never. She clocked you two the day you met." He smiles at Dino.
“We weren't obvious!"
“Whatever you say dude."
They all hurl themselves off the coach, not even noticing just how beautiful the resort is that Jeonghan found because they're all so lost in watching the way you try to avoid Seungcheol and how he can't seem to keep his eyes off you. That is apart from Mingyu who is happily accepting the snacks being offered by the resort staff as they all enter the main building.
“_____! We thought you'd gotten lost!"
You smile at them as you sit down but in reality you're questioning everything. You didn't plan for this break and yes you've got summer clothes with you and bikinis, but you didn't really plan to be at a five star Thai resort. And after last night your usually high confidence was wavering.
"I love your dress,” Mingyu's girlfriend says to you quietly as you sit between her and, sadly, Seungcheol, at the long ornately decorated table that's been set up by the golden beach.
"Thank you. I didn't know we'd be coming somewhere like this. I think I'll need to check out the stores in the village tomorrow.”
"Let me know when you go! We could go, all the girls together.”
"I'd like that,” you smile. And for the first time today, it's a genuine one.
She goes back to talking to Woozi about something and everyone else seems to be preoccupied too, so that just leaves you and Seungcheol. You fiddle with your thumbs before your eyes land on the wine bottle. But before you can even reach for it, Seungcheol grabs it. Does he have to do this? Does he have to carry it on even…..now…. What?
“Why have you done that?"
“You didn't have a drink."
“But I could pour one for myself."
“Well I needed a top up so I thought I'd do yours too."
“Why?"
“Why not?"
You don't answer, just watch him and wait for him to take a sip of his wine.
“What are you looking at?"
“I want to see you drink it first. Make sure it's not poisoned or some shit."
“You know what?" He turns to you like he's going to fire something back, “n-never mind." He takes a sip of his wine and goes back to staring into the distance.
Well. That's new. Very new. Perhaps he's worn out from all the fucking last night and can't be bothered with you anymore. But the idea of him not even bothering with your usual banter leaves you feeling hollow.
The meal passes in a cloud of laughter but you can't help feeling weird. Seungcheol doesn't say any shitty comments, he doesn't purposefully knock your food off the table, it's all very…..cordial? It's unsettling if anything.
“Enjoy your bats!" Woozi laughs as he waves you off.
“You can still always come with me? It's famous y’know!"
“Sure it is," he beams at you, “I think I'll spend the whole evening by the pool."
“Fair enough," you giggle as you walk back to your room.
The second you found out where you were going, you were online looking for things to do. You loved making sure you'd seen the sights, the pool is great and everything but what if you never come here again? Every pool more or less looks the same, the sights don't.
And it would work two fold, if they all broke off into couples or little groups, you had things to do so you wouldn't feel lonely.
Amazingly, none of them felt like coming to see the bats of Na Yang cave leave for hunting this evening. But according to Trip Adviser it was well worth seeing. Each night thousands of bats leave the cave and even though you don't like bats in the slightest, it sounds like quite the sight to behold.
You quickly change into shorts, t-shirt and sneakers, grab your camera that you knew would come in handy at some point and rush off to the main hotel building, where apparently a mini bus will pick you up to take you to the bats.
Just as you're settling into your seat, the mini bus being a lot more packed than you thought it would be, the driver stops.
“Sorry! Sorry! Thanks for waiting!"
"No problem,” the driver says kindly.
What the fuck is he doing here? You presumed he'd be heading out to find some bar or club later tonight. Does he want to upset you that much that he's willing to even ruin your excursion?
"There's one seat left, you're lucky!”
Well. That's where the driver is wrong. There's nothing lucky about the last seat available being next to you. You try not to look at his thighs as he sits down next to you. You try not to look at him at all. But his thighs touch yours on the crowded mini bus and you feel like you've been electrocuted.
"Do you like bats?” He says after about twenty minutes of silence.
"Not really.”
"Then why are you going?” He frowns.
“Because it's a once in a lifetime thing and you don't know if you'll ever come back here again."
He just nods and you go back to sitting in silence, though neither of you move your thighs away from each other.
“Just a few more minutes!”
Thank god for that. The almost 45 minute drive had felt like a decade of your life had been taken away from you.
“So is it like a couple of thousand bats?"
“You don't know?"
“No," he looks confused, “why should I know?"
“Well surely this is something you wanted to see. If not, why are you here? I doubt there's many suitors at a bat cave."
“Suitors," he grins, “damn you're right grandma, there probably isn't."
You fight off a smile. This is just him being his usual annoying self, he was bound to stumble on a funny comeback eventually.
“There's two million bats." You shew him off the bus now you've finally parked up.
“TWO MILLION?!" He spins round and bangs into you, he's so close to you that you can smell his minty breath. He brushed his teeth for the bats? "I-I mean I knew that. It's just when you actually hear it that it shocks you all over again.”
"Ok?” You say slowly.
Neither of you move. Has he always had such pretty eyes? You knew he had pretty lips, you'd thought about his pretty lips a lot. They usually came up as a suggestion after you'd searched for his big, strong, meaty……fuck you need to stop thinking about his arms. It's a gateway drug to fantasising about him like you used to before you knew he was a giant dickhead.
“Come on lover birds! The bats won't wait for romance!"
You both jump away from each other, both clearly embarrassed at what the driver has just said.
“The bats," you point and set off for the cave, following the other bat fanatics.
“Woah," Seungcheol says as he looks up at the mountain. "The caves at the top?”
"Yeah, they fly out each night. Why are you here if you don't know this?”
"I was talking to the girl at reception and she suggested it.”
"Oh.” Of course it's to do with a girl.
Seungcheol cringes to himself, he didn't mean that. He just panicked and needed a plausible reason for why he's suddenly turned up here. Truthfully he's only here because he heard you telling Woozi about it. He thought it'd be a way to start afresh, to show you he's not what you think he is. Or he doesn't want to be like that anymore at least. But he's already fucked it up.
“Not long now! It can look a bit daunting but it's such a sight to behold!"
You quickly get your camera ready with all the other tourists.
“Do you want me to take it?"
“Why?"
“Then you can see it with your own eyes?"
Why is he being so nice?
“O-ok. Thank you,” you take the camera strap off from over your head and hand him your camera, “it's just that button, I've already set it up before the mini bus came."
“Cool." He nods as his fingers graze yours.
“Yeah."
“Here they come everyone!!"
You both turn to face the cave just as the biggest swarm of something you've ever seen in your life leaves the cave. It's like a never ending line. You knew two million bats would be a lot but this is like something from another world. Like how the world looked before humans ruined it and animals could just do as they pleased.
"Oh my god,” you whisper to yourself as you watch the bats in awe.
Seungcheol isn't watching the bats. He doesn't give a fuck about the bats. He got the photo straight away and then a far better sight caught his eye. Your whole face lit up in wonder as you stared at the sky in astonishment. He doesn't even realise he's doing it, he just moves on autopilot and turns the camera to you. You're meant to savour the most beautiful views and in his opinion, the sight in front of him is one of the most stunning he's seen.
"So they'll hunt now until 6am tomorrow morning! Unless you've all brought your tents, I'll give you some time to explore the area and then we'll meet back at the bus? Say in twenty minutes?"
“Can I have that?"
“Oh!" Seungcheol hands you your camera, “sorry, didn't realise I still had it."
“Did you get the picture?"
He panics. He can't let you see the photo he's taken of you. Not whilst he's still here anyway.
“I did!"
“Great," you take his word for it and put the camera back down against your chest now the strap is back round your neck.
“What do we do now?"
“I was just going to grab a coffee from the stall and take in the view.” You start walking, presuming he'll want to do his own thing.
"Cool.” He follows you.
Why is he following you? Surely he doesn't want to spend time with you?
When he pays for your coffee before you can get your card out, you start to feel like something truly odd is going on. He hasn't said a bad word to you, other than the grandma comment, and he's being weirdly timid.
"They should have souvenirs." You grumble more to yourself than Seungcheol as you wait for everyone to get back to the minibus.
“Yeah you'd think they'd sell little bat toys."
“Are you making fun of me?" You'd been waiting for this, you knew he couldn't last this long without being an ass.
“No! My mom likes trinkets and shit, I like getting her something from everywhere we've been. It's normally just a magnet from the stadium or something. I don't really visit places when we have breaks.”
"I can imagine.” You know what he's implying. You know how he spends his time normally.
"I’m pleased we saw this. It's been cool.” You hate how your heart leaps when he says “we". He'd planned this because some girl told him to, he's probably only done it then he thinks he gets her as a reward. It's got nothing to do with you at all.
“Hey you could always have a copy of the picture if you'd like, get a frame or something from the market and put it in there. Like a homemade souvenir."
“I'd like that." His eyes find yours again and once again you can't look away. “She'd like it too." He smiles and you're certain your heart has fully stopped working.
He's never smiled at you. He's smirked, he's sent you his evil grin, but never the smile he normally reserves for everyone but you.
“No problem." You smile back, trying to look anywhere but at him then you don't start giggling.
You don't speak much on the way back to the hotel, he heads off to find Hoshi at the bar and you head back to your room.
Once you're washed and ready for bed, you make sure you transfer the photos from your camera. One trip to Greece where you didn't back it up once and lost everything, was enough to make sure you never made that mistake again.
Seungcheol only managed to take two photos but as long as there's one there, you can keep your promise to help him with the souvenir for his mom.
You check them both, the first one is amazing, exactly the right shot to show what an insane sight it was to witness. But the second one stops you in your tracks. He took this? He took this of you? The setting sun illuminates your face better than any highlighter ever has and the look on your face……well in the words of Keira Knightly, “I look quite pretty.".
Something about him taking that photo makes you almost giddy. But you shouldn't read into you, he's just taken it by mistake probably. You cannot let yourself think this means something. He's Seungcheol. He hates you. And you hate him.
"Does that pool have a massive floaty in it?”
“It's probably for kids." Woozi dismisses you.
“But do we know if it's for kids?"
“Why?" He smirks at you over his fruit.
It's just a few of you this morning. The two couples have gone on a day trip and you don't really have plans until the night market you want to check out later. And the huge inflatable assault course is looking more than appealing.
“I'm just asking." You shrug.
“They've got a climbing wall you know, that you can jump off into the pool." Seungcheol adds in.
“REALLY? I mean…….really?" You say a bit more quietly, your cheeks heating.
"We should go on them. Jeonghan booked out this whole resort so there's no kids here or anything.”
You didn't know that. That changes things a whole lot more. You won't have to swat children into the pool when they get in your way on the climbing wall.
"Do we really have to do that? It's meant to be relaxing?” Jeonghan sighs, fanning himself in the largest sunglasses you've ever seen.
"When else do you get a whole water bouncy castle for yourself?” Seungcheol adds in.
Fuck you wish he'd go and sit at another table.
It's not even because he's annoying for once.
You've never seen someone eat papaya the way he's doing. He's fucking devouring it and you've been trying your best to not just sit and watch. It's bordering on obscene as he licks and eats half a papaya in front of you all and you try your best to focus on the inflatables and not clenching your thighs together.
The rest of them don't seem to care but you can't help letting your mind wander. His tongue looks like it knows exactly what it's doing and the juice that trickles down his chin could only be improved if it was your juice dribbling down his chin.
"I thought you were coming to the spa with me?”
You drag your eyes away from Seungcheol eating out the papaya and will yourself to stop imagining how much you'd enjoy him eating you out.
“Jeonghan, we might not come here again. It's an empty resort with a fucking sick pool and shit. You go to the spa,"
Did he? He can't have just said that because that would insinuate that he actually listened to you when you said the bat cave was a once in a lifetime opportunity. That you should make the most of things whilst you're here.
“I'll come to the spa with you. They can act like children in the pool." Woozi pulls his newspaper down like a dad deciding his kids’ itineraries.
“Great!" Hoshi grins at you all.
“There's even this bubble pool apparently, I don't know what it does but there's a water slide with a trampoline in the pool." You excitedly tell Seungcheol, somehow not remembering he's your sworn mortal enemy.
Hoshi, Jeonghan and Woozi share knowing looks when Seungcheol says how cool it sounds and for the first time, they see you having a normal conversation.
“I'm going to go get changed," you finish your orange juice and rush from the table, “I'll be back! Don't bounce without me!!"
“It's going well then?"
“What is?" Seungcheol frowns as he finishes his breakfast.
“That was almost pleasant," Woozi chimes.
“She's just excited about the water trampoline thing. I've told you, I've lost any chance I had.”
"Where did you go last night?” Jeonghan changes the subject.
"Oh…….nowhere,” Seungcheol dismisses them.
"He followed _____ to the bats. Grinning like a mad man when he found me in the bar and didn't even stare at the woman behind the bar's ass.”
“Fuck me." Woozi puts down his paper looking shocked.
“Shut up. I'm going to change."
He struts off, mentally deciding which of his swim shorts might make you forget all of his past behaviour and jump into his waiting arms.
"I'm going to be the best man when they get married.”
"Soonyoung. You've said that about all three of them. You can't be the best man for all three. You'll all need to rotate it."
“Whatever."
Ten minutes later and you're rushing to the pool, nothing but a baggy t-shirt covering your bikini clad body, your sandals in your hands and your hair tied up in a high pony tail. You didn't even have time to question whether it'd be awkward to be around Seungcheol, you just wanted to have fun, to forget any worries you had before today and take advantage of the insane surroundings you find yourself in.
You don't think twice, just rush to the pool, leave your phone on the pool chair, take your t-shirt off and do a pretty impressive, olympic level dive bomb into the pool.
Sure you're having a great time. But did you have any concern for Seungcheol's poor nerves? He hadn't even had a chance to make it to the pool and let you know he's there, before you did some sort of Baywatch shit and whipped your clothes off. He doesn't know whether to be endeared by how excited you are at the prospect of inflatable assault courses or rush off to the bathroom before you spot him, to sort out the slight situation that’s stirring in his pants.
“I'd sort that out dude before you speak to her." Soonyoung pats his shoulder as he struts towards the pool.
“I think you've just done that creeping up on people. Don't be fucking weird." He catches Soonyoung up.
“_____! You could've waited!" Soonyoung jokes.
“Sorry! Get it in Hoshi! The water is literally so perfect!" You paddle backwards and beam at them both.
“I've told you, call me Soonyoung."
“You've literally never said that to me." You giggle, making Seungcheol's heart flutter and he suddenly gets the urge to headbutt Soonyoung.
“Well I am now. Once you've been on a trampoline in a pool together, you're friends for life."
“Fair enough," you turn away and start swimming whilst you wait for them.
“Sorry."
“What for?" Seungcheol asks as he gets in the pool, opting for the steps instead of your dive bomb method.
“You looked like you wanted to slap me when she giggled. I promise to only make her miserable from now on."
“I think I've made that my job," Seungcheol watches as you check out the inflatable as you swim past it, “and it was a headbutt."
You can't remember when you last laughed so much. You've done the assault course five times, climbed the climbing wall and thrown yourself into the pool more times than you can count and the trampoline was a revelation.
"This isn't what I thought a bubble pool would be.”
"What were you expecting?”
"Well not one big bubble. I thought it'd be lots of little bubbles.” You look around with your hands on your hips as you stare at the water spraying out of the top of the large mountain you find yourself atop of.
“That's a jacuzzi." Seungcheol dead pans.
“Oh yeah," you chuckle. “Do we just throw ourselves off it?"
“Well we've thrown ourselves off everything else."
"Come on then,”
"Hey _____?” He asks but you've just bent your legs to throw yourself down the huge bubble and sort of wobble onto your ass. "Be careful!”
He grabs you but any worry he had disappears when you fall on him in a fit of laughter at the way you've nearly bounced down the bubble.
"L-lucky this is bouncy,” you giggle as you sit up between his legs, his arms still around you. "Oh! Sorry!”
You try to move back but he keeps you there.
"Wait. I wanted to say something to you if that's ok?"
“Er…..sure?" You glance at his hands on your waist and he pulls them away instantly.
“Ok so I don't know how to say this." He scratches his neck, looking more than a little nervous, “can we start again?"
“We've not bounced off the bubble yet, we can't do it again if we've not done it."
“Not the bubble," he frowns, “us. I-I mean can we drop whatever we had going on and start again? I'm not normally a complete asshole to people, I know I can be arrogant and shit but I'm not normally like this with staff or anyone in general. And…..I've really enjoyed spending time with you, I'd like to spend more time with you I think."
You feel like someones just burst the fucking bubble you're so shocked.
"But you hate me.”
"I don't hate you. I know you hate me but…..”
"I don't hate you.” You interrupt.
You both sit still for a while just gazing at each other, the water fountain at the top of the bubble landing just past you and making it seem like you two are in your own little bubble on top of the actual bubble.
"Soooo you think we could start again?”
You wait an appropriate amount of time because you don't want to come off as desperate and say it straight away. But you'd be lying if you said you're not absolutely thrilled by this little development. This whole day has been insanely fun and you've spent the entire time with Seungcheol, joking and talking about water parks you'd been to as kids. It felt natural, you seemed to have so much in common that you didn't realise and you'd barely even had the chance to drool over his abs and back because everything was so exciting.
"I think so.” You nod, smiling from ear to ear but trying to keep it cool.
"I'm sorry for how I acted.”
"No I'm sorry, I was no better,”
"Yeah but….”
"Seungcheol,” you saying his name shuts him up straight away, "we said we'd start again. Let's just agree we're sorry and move on.”
"You're sure?"
“Mm-mm," you hum.
“Come on, Soonyoung will be wondering…..wait where is Soonyoung?"
“I haven't seen him since the third time we did the assault course," you look out onto the nearby pool that is adjacent to your huge bubble. “Wait," you snort, “he's asleep on that pool chair."
“Thank fuck we've not actually lost him, I didn't even realise he'd gone.”
"Me neither,"
You're drawn to his eyes again, both of you perched on the bubble, you still sitting between his legs and the warm afternoon sun shining down on you.
"Did you say at breakfast you were going to the night market?” Seungcheol asks when a bang in the distance breaks the moment yet amazingly doesn't wake Soonyoung.
He stands up and then helps you up. Although you'd very much like to stay between his legs for the rest of the day in all honesty.
"Yeah, they have all sorts of local food vendors and things apparently and all of the seafood you can imagine. Mingyu said they were going and he knew I wanted to go too, so we're all going together. You should come.”
Shit. Is that too forward? He said he wanted to start again, he didn't say he wanted to spend this whole break with you. Which so far is what's happened.
"I love seafood.”
"Is that a yes?” You squint at him, trying not to smile.
"Yeah, I'd like to go with you….I-I mean with you all,"
“Great," you smile, “now. Are we ready to bounce?"
“Well I'm not sure, do you bounce down it in little bounces or one big bounce?" You both stare down the huge bubbly lump as water lands on your heads.
“I don't really know bubble pool etiquette. Let's just jump and see what happens?" You hold your hand out for his.
He stares for a second and then takes your hand, your fingers intertwined and both of your hearts hammering in your throats.
“Ready?"
“Absolutely." He squeezes your hand.
“You look nice."
You glance behind you, presuming Seungcheol is talking to someone else.
“Me?" You point to yourself, you're just in a little sundress and Birkenstocks.
“Who else would I be talking to, I'm walking with you."
“You could've been talking to Mingyu," you shrug.
“I told him he looked nice before we left the resort."
“He always struck me as needy." You joke, enjoying that smile again you hadn't really seen before yesterday.
You're all walking to the night market, it isn't a particularly long walk and it seemed pointless to get a taxi. As you're with the two couples, you've ended up walking with Seungcheol at the back of the group.
"I’m sorry about what that girl said to you.”
Your body tenses as you stop walking.
"What?”
"I'm sorry about what she said to you. I should've said something in the elevator, it was cruel and entirely uncalled for. I think you looked really good, better than good, sex….. really great!”
"You don't have to apologise for your one night stands.” You start walking, not really wanting to talk about one of his many women.
"I didn't sleep with her!”
You all stop walking now, you're certain he didn't mean to say it that loud but to their credit, the others all keep walking and ignore what they just heard.
“You didn't?"
“No. I told her to leave before we got out of the elevator."
Something about that makes you hope a little more than you had been doing. You can't be certain he didn't sleep with her because of you but it certainly seems that way.
"Thanks for telling me? I guess,"
“I just wanted you to know, not that you should care if I think you look good. But you were upset and I wanted you to know,"
“Thank you," you walk a little closer, your arms occasionally brushing as you navigate the tiny streets to the night market.
The night market, when you get to it, is packed. Somehow you'd manage to forget you're with the world's biggest rock band but now every so often, people do a double take. To their credit they keep their distance and leave you all to enjoy yourselves but more than once you see women checking Seungcheol out. They're probably looking at the Dino and Mingyu too but you couldn't give a fuck about that.
Every one of these women is the enemy. Every one of them could end between the legs you were between a couple of hours ago. Fuck what the hell is wrong with you? He asked to start fresh and not take chunks out of each other, that's it, nothing more. You don't have a claim over him.
“What do you want to try first?"
“Oh well….."
“SHRIMP!" Mingyu marches off.
“What happened to democracy?" His girlfriend watches him disappear.
“I could eat shrimp."
“Me too!"
“Cheol you don't like…..”
"I love shrimp! Come on before he eats it all.”
You wander off after him, feeling a thrill when you note he's waited for you before he followed Mingyu. He didn't wait for the others, just you. Jesus get a grip woman!
"He's so embarrassing when he's down bad.” Dino laughs.
"What would you class as down bad Chan? Stealing hotel room service carts?” Mingyu's girlfriend snickers as she walks off.
"I didn't steal them!” He corrects her.
"They know you didn't baby,” his girlfriend soothes, "but you did pay someone so you could use it, so it is possibly worse.”
"It worked didn't it!”
"And sadly I think that makes me as weird as you.”
"Oh my god, that's insane,” you stare at the dish in front of you.
"It's good right! We had it last time we were in Thailand,”
You're sharing mango sticky rice with Seungcheol having stuffed your face with so much seafood you're surprised you could then fit in the massaman curry or the pad kra pao.
"I can't believe they're sold out of rice balls, they're like sweet they're so fucking good.”
You've had a drink and you're so full of food that all you've really focused on in that sentence are sweet and balls. Fuck what you wouldn't give to suck on…….
“______?" You snap your eyes to him, “did you want to try the mangosteen?"
"Oh! No, I think I'll stick with my sticky balls…..I-I mean your sticky balls…..I MEAN the mango sticky rice.”
You don't look at him, just stick your spoon in the rice and shove a load in your mouth, hoping he'll forget your little slip up.
"_____, there's some stalls over there and these boring fucks don't want to come with me. Will you?”
"Fucking rude,”
"Don't be brat Mingyu.” His girlfriend reprimands him.
His ears go pink but you're certain Mingyu likes being told off, he keeps going out of his way to piss her off like he's banking on something when they get back to the resort.
“I'll come with you!" You smile, you did want to check out the souvenirs and local crafts.
“I knew you wouldn't let me down."
You both walk through the stalls taking in all the handmade crafts and little sweet treats but there's one specific thing you're looking for. You talk each other into buying things that remind you of the trip and out of shit you'd never use. Giggle about little things the guys have done and joke that Chan’s girlfriend will be going insane stuck with the three of them. And that's when you spot it, what you've been looking for, whilst you're in a huge queue for a necklace for Mingyu.
“Hey I'll be back in a sec, I just want to buy something."
“Sure, it's not like I'm moving very fast,"
“How much for the photo frame?" You ask the old lady on the stall that caught your eye.
"2000.”
Shit. You know that's not really that much, they just use large numbers in baht but it is still a little more than you were expecting.
“1800?"
“2100." You frown at the woman. What a crafty business woman you've stumbled on.
“1900?"
“2000."
Well. You've got her down from 2100 you suppose.
“Deal."
She doesn't offer to wrap it, just shoves the simple bamboo frame in a plastic bag which you're certain has been used one hundred times already and launches it at you.
“Thanks then." You glare at her.
You stop in your tracks as you turn round to head back to the queue. That same feeling of wanting to scratch someone's eyes out rearing its ugly head because it's him. Seungcheol. With a woman in his arms just by the table you were all just sitting at.
Why did you think it meant something more than just not being awful to each other? Of course he doesn't like you, he just told you that you looked nice because he felt bad about the other night. He doesn't want you, he doesn't think about you that way, you can tell that much by the way his hands are on the woman's waist, much like they were on yours earlier.
Embarrassment floods you again, a feeling pretty similar to how you felt in the elevator but this time it's entirely your own fault. You're the idiot that got your hopes up. You're the idiot that had started to wonder if there was something there. You're the idiot who more or less told him you wanted to suck his balls. Christ you want the ground to swallow you up. He must be regretting ever offering to call a truce. He’ll probably have Woozi fire you for sexual harassment.
You can't face him. You won't.
“I'm going to head back," you rush once you're back at the queue.
“Why? Is everything ok?"
“Yeah, just feeling a bit sick. A few too many shrimp I think, or too much spicy food."
“I'll get one of the guys to walk you back! Just let me get this necklace."
“No, it's fine. Seriously, it's totally ok. I'm just going to get a taxi and head to bed."
“Are you sure?" She asks, nothing but concern in her voice.
“Yeah, probably shouldn't have done all that jumping off water bubbles before all that food!" You joke as you walk off, though it's entirely fake.
"Message me when you're back at the hotel!” She calls after you but you just give her a thumbs up and rush to find a taxi.
Maybe you could book a flight and be gone by the morning. Anything is better than dealing with the horrifying amount of feelings currently weighing you down.
Seungcheol is pissed. In every sense of the world.
You left. You just upped and left and didn't even bother saying goodbye. He believed the whole "she's not feeling well and she's just going to bed” bullshit when he was only six beers into the evening. But now he's considerably past that and he doesn't believe a single word of it. You'd come and tell everyone surely, you wouldn't just leave.
He wanted to woo you. He wanted to make sure you knew he was sorry. He wanted to tell you that he loved you more than anything and everything in this world.
Well.
Maybe not that last one but he definitely does like you. He was sure of that on the big bubble. The fact he only looked at your tits bouncing on the bubble once only proved that point further. He's down bad and you've just sauntered off into the sunset with his heart in your evil hold.
So he's decided he's going to tell you. Just as soon as he gets back to his room and throws up. He's going to put you in your place and tell you just what you're missing out on. He's Choi Seungcheol for fucks sake, women throw their panties at him at every concert. He won't be ignored by a woman who’s lured him in with her bouncing bubble and then dropped him like he was shit on her shoe.
He'd hammered on Woozi's door, demanding he give Seungcheol your number. Woozi didn't question it, he doesn't want to get involved in whatever the hell is happening and the sooner he could get back to bed, the better.
So Seungcheol lies on his bed, his phone to his ear and ready to give you a piece of his mind.
You don't answer though.
Who doesn't answer the phone at 4am?! He could be dying. He could be already dead. Fuck, you really don't care about him at all do you?
He hears the bleep ready to leave a message and suddenly he's lost all concept of what to say.
“Hello? ______ it's me. It's Cheol. I mean Seungcheol. It's me, Choi Seungcheol of the band Shadow," this isn't fucking MTV, he cringes to himself, “I want a word with you young lady!!" Well now he just sounds like his dad.
He hangs up. Starts anew on the beep.
“Hello ______, it's me Seungcheol. You've…….you've…….b-broken my heart,” he sobs.
And sobs. And sobs. Until eventually the phone falls from his hand and he somehow manages to hang up.
Twenty minutes later and he's pissed again.
He dials your number and waits for the beep.
“You've got some nerve, you know that _____. You lure men in and then break their hearts! It's wicked! You harlot! You floosy! You crone! You….you……I'm gonna be sick again.” He hangs up and runs to the bathroom.
Right, he stretches his neck and gears up to call again.
He hears the beep and it's like his world stops on its axis.
“I think I really liked you _____. Or like you. I don't know. You barged your way into my room that day and made a fool of me and ever since I've needed all of your attention," he burps down the phone, the beer still very much making itself known, “I know I'm a man whore. I know I'm arrogant. But I love my mom y’know? I love my parents. And I love my friends. And I give money to baby elephants, they need our help _____ and I'm doing my best for them I swear. I will save every last baby elephant if I can! They can all come stay at my place!"
He holds back another sob at the thought of the tiny baby elephants.
“But I can be better. That skirt looked so good on you and that elephant. What? No. Not the elephant, that woman had no right saying what she did. Such a fucking nice little leather skirt, I could really just……” his voice trails off as he thinks about how pretty the skirt would look around your waist with the added feature of his head between your thighs.
"But you don't like me. Not how I like you. I've been too mean. But in my defense,” he leans to the side, "argh! Sorry! Nearly fell off the bed. In my defense you were too. You called me disgusting and my tummy felt all weird. Feels weird now to be honest…..”
He hangs up again and rushes off to be sick.
Comes back and waits for the beep.
"It's me again. Seungcheol. You know how I know I like you? I don't even like shrimp," he burps again and grimaces at the idea of eating shrimp. “And some girl fell on me earlier and I didn't even want to fuck her. Just made sure she was ok and sent her on her way. I don't think she really fell," he whispers down the phone, like he's telling you a secret, “I think she wanted me. But I just want you. But I can't have you. And I respect that. So this is goodbye. Please try not to cry. But together we could fly?" He knits his brows together, is that a song or does he just rhyme when he's sad? “Bye then."
He's ready to call it a night but then why should he? If you're saying no he's going to make damn sure he's done everything he can. He pulls up his notes app and dials your number again.
"It's me.” He says sternly. "I did research, you know?! That's how desperate I've been this past few weeks. Now these are the best the internet has to offer, so if you still say no after all these, it's you that's the problem.”
He coughs to clear his throat, holding his phone like a Shakespearean actor about to make his debut at The Globe, and starts reading.
"Are you a parking ticket? Because you've got fine written allllll over you. Errrrr oh! Somebody calls the cops! Because it HAS GOT to be illegal to look that good," he's silent whilst he thinks about what he's just said. “That's what I should've said to her. Then you wouldn't have decided to hate me more than anyone in this world."
He hangs up the phone and sobs again, remembering how sad you looked as you left the elevator.
He dials and waits for the beep.
“I'm back, sorry I got a little sad because the girl I Iike left the elevator looking like a sad puppy. Back to my list," he gets himself comfortable with his notes app open, “have you ever been in a car accident? Because I'd like to rear end you!" He throws his head back laughing, “I like that one. It'd work on me I think. But you could read me the obituary and it would work on me," he stares at the wall before he remembers his mission, “ARE YOU A BIRD ENTHUSIAST? Because you look like you've seen a cock or two!”
He looks in horror at his phone before hangs up and throws it to the end of his bed.
"What have you done Seungcheol?!” He paces around the room with his head in his hands, "ring her back. Find a nice one and ring her back. She'll like that.”
He rushes for his phone and dials your number again. He knows just the thing to rectify this.
"_____?” He says softly. "I didn't mean that one. I've got one I do mean." He takes a deep breath, “they say you are what you eat and I’d like to be you?” He mumbles, "NO that isn't it. Wait! Just wait one second!” He thumbs the screen and finds the actual line he wanted, "Ok, I got it," he takes a deep breath, “I'm lost, can you give me directions to your heart?"
He sniffles, tears falling down his cheeks and silently hangs up the phone. He won't be able to sleep, he knows he won't. So he opts for a shower and makes himself a coffee to sober up a bit.
What a fucking mess. He just hopes you don't quit because of him. Everyone loves you, Woozi would be lost without you and, even if he can't have you, he can't not see you. That would ruin him.
You woke up a little before six, not that you'd really been asleep that long. When you got back to your room you tried your best but sleep just wouldn't come.
The sun was bright and the blue skies looked more than inviting as you reached over to check your phone. You didn't think much of the amount of messages. There was a time difference and you were always getting calls from different people for Woozi. Though he'd told you to leave getting back to them until after your little break, unless it was really urgent.
None of the messages you've ever had before in your life though have ever sent you on the emotional rollercoaster that the ones this morning did.
You listened to them all. Three times in fact. Your smile growing each time you listened now you knew how they ended.
What you saw last night wasn't what you thought was happening. You just presumed it was because it's him, flirting with women is what he does.
And the pickup lines, though cheesy, boarding on offensive at times, only made your smile wider.
You needed to fix this, you needed to find him and one, check he doesn't have alcohol poisoning and two, tell him that you feel exactly the same way he does.
The man at the reception desk wasn't thrilled when ran to the desk at 6:15 and demanded use of their printer. You're fairly certain he only agreed because you scared him a little bit. But he let you and you managed to print out the picture of the bats. It wasn't the best quality paper, you'd have preferred a proper photo paper option but it was the best you could do at short notice.
So with the photo in the frame and the frame in a much nicer bag you'd managed to “borrow" from the giftshop when the man at reception wasn't looking, you headed to his room.
Yes, it's early, but if you don't do this now, you never will.
This is like history repeating itself. You knocking on his door and him blatantly ignoring you. Thankfully there's no noise you'd rather not hear this time. But he's still ignoring you.
Why did you think he'd answer? He's clearly pissed at you and he's clearly not been asleep for very long judging by the time on those messages. If anything, you've probably fucked him off more by hammering on his door.
You take a deep breath and turn around. He isn't going to talk to you. You just need to deal with that.
Deciding you need fresh air, you head to the beach. You hadn't been down there yet and by all accounts it was one of the most pristine golden beaches in the country.
As you walk down the path to the beach, shoulders you recognise come into view. He's here? He's not going to throw himself in the ocean surely? You can't have driven him to that frame of mind. You'll never get over it and you probably won't have to. By the time Shadow fans hear about it, you'll be skinned alive.
“Seungcheol?" You say quietly as you come to stand by him.
His head whips up to you and the sight of him wiping tears from his eyes breaks your heart.
“What are you doing here? Is something wrong? Why are you awake?"
“I could say the same to you." You smile softly, “it's barely been two hours since your phone calls."
“I haven't been to bed yet," he sniffs and looks back at the ocean, “just showered and came here. I needed to clear my head."
You just hum and follow his eyes to the ocean.
“Can I sit with you?"
“I can't really stop you." He shrugs, still looking at the gentle waves.
"You can tell me not to.”
You wait for a moment but he doesn't say anything and so you take that as you sign to sit next to him.
“I lied."
“What?" He looks at you confused.
“I lied." You sigh. “I didn't feel ill. Well, I sort of did. I'd just bought you something from one of the little stalls and I looked up and you had that girl in your arms. I just saw red, every woman I've ever seen you with has made me see red. Though it's only these past few days I've admitted that to myself.”
"But why?”
"Because I like you. And I thought you liked me, I thought this truce was your way of starting something with me. And so when I looked up and saw what I did, I just felt so stupid. And I'd had a drink and said that about the balls, I couldn't face you. Or her.”
"She fell……..”
"I know, I listened to the messages.” you stop him.
"All of them?” He winces.
"All of them.” You smile.
“I’ve liked you for weeks." He draws absent mindedly in the sand but seeing no reason to not be honest, “I just didn't know I did. This back and forth we had going on that first day, it became routine. I wanted your attention, I wanted to be around you all the time. But I've never felt like that. I've never felt like this. And so I thought I don't need to figure out my feelings as long as I can still be near you and we could still argue. My head has been so messed up, I've never had these feelings before. I haven't even fucked anyone since that time we met."
“You still don't know her name," you narrow your eyes at him.
“I do!! It's….well it's……..I don't actually remember her name because the only woman I care about is you.”
"Nice save,” you grin even though your heart is doing somersaults.
"Thanks,” he smiles sadly. "And then I decide fuck it, nothing is ever going to happen, and I pounched on the first poor woman I saw.”
"The one in the elevator?”
"Hm-mm,” his eyes darken, "and then I let her do what she did and I hated myself. I knew I'd gone too far, I knew I finally had to do something. And so I do and then….”
"And then I ruin it.” You finish his sentence.
"Well I was going to say the girl who pretended to fall.”
"It was me. We both know it.”
Silence descends, the sound of waves rippling onto the shore being the only thing that breaks it. It isn't tense or filled with hatred, it's a weirdly content silence.
"I got you something.”
He just looks at you, obviously not really knowing what to say.
"Well it's more for your mom.” You hand him the bag.
"Can I open it then? Or should I wait?”
"No, open it, please. There's a note in there too, but that's for you not your mom.”
He frowns a little, not really sure why you've put a note in when you're talking to him, but he opens it anyway.
The frame is first, his eyes softening when he pulls it out of the bag and sees that you've kept your promise on helping him with a souvenir for his mom.
"She'll love it,” he beams at the photo.
"I really liked the photo you took. I really liked both of the photos you took."
His bright eyes find yours and you're relieved to see that the tears that fall now aren't quite as sad as the ones that fell when you arrived.
“I read you should always take photos of the beautiful things, to remember them. So that's what I did."
Your whole heart feels like it might explode. You're not worried about feeling like an idiot anymore. You've made big enough idiots of yourselves. All you feel now is thankful that you decided to get some air, that you found him here and now you hear words like that coming from his perfect lips.
"There's a note in there too,”
Seungcheol takes it out and as his cheeks turn pink, the most glorious laugh you've ever heard echoes around the empty beach.
Seungcheol,
I was wondering if you had an extra heart? Mine was just stolen.
“That," he laughs, wiping his cheeks, “is far cheesier than any of mine."
“Maybe," you giggle, “but at least it's not offensive." You try to speak very seriously.
"I really didn't mean the cock or two one,”
"Oh but you did mean the one about rear ending and that you are what you eat?” You challenge.
"I mean, that depends.”
"On what?”
"On whether you'll be my girlfriend?” He says awkwardly, "I've never done it before. A relationship I mean and I can't promise I'll be great at it. But all I know is I want to be near you, I want to be the one who makes you smile. If you'll let me.”
You search his eyes, they're different from the ones that looked back at you when he first opened his hotel room door. Just as beautiful but now there's something more in them, an honesty that tells you he's telling the truth. And that he does care and he does want to try this with you.
“I don't use my best pickup lines on just anyone you know," you say as loftily as you can, “I only keep those for the men I want to be my boyfriend."
His whole face brightens, any little worries he had that you'd still say no evaporating on the spot.
“Can I kiss you?" He edges closer, looking at your lips.
“That depends."
“On what?" he frowns.
“Please tell me you brushed your teeth after you showered. For one of those messages you hadn't actually put the phone down properly until after you'd been sick. The breath must've been….."
“Hey," he takes your cheek in his hand and shuts you up, “I'm not an animal,"
“I was just checking," you mumble, transfixed by his lips and the way your cheek seems to fit perfectly in his hand.
“You're so annoying." He whispers, so close to your lips that you can taste his minty breath.
His lips touch yours for the first time in the softest kiss you've ever received. It's barely there and yet the weight of the meaning behind it fills your heart.
It's like that first touch was a test, to check you wanted this and didn't run away from him. Because he pulls back for a second, stares down at your lips and closes the space between you again. One hand on your waist and the other still cupping your cheek but this time it’s frantic. Like he wants to make sure that this kiss makes up for those weeks of fighting and trying to hurt each other.
He pushes you back onto the sand and takes your gasp in shock as the perfect opportunity to let his tongue dance with yours. His hand that was on your cheek now rests just beside your head on the sand, the big arms you admired for so long caging you in. You've wanted to feel them for so long, so you don't think twice. Your hands grip his biceps as the kiss turns sloppy. Both of you wanting to show the other his serious you, how much you both want this.
It's only when you moan at the feel of his hardening dick through his shorts that Seungcheol seems to snap out of his need to swallow all of your gasps.
“We should stop." He says softly, though doesn't pull away.
“Why? There's nobody here."
“I don't want to, you know, have sex. I want to do this properly, not that I really know what properly is. But I want to take you out, make sure you know I'm serious."
“I know you're serious," you point out, gazing up at him and moving his hair off his face, “but I get it. I don't want to have sex yet either. But I don't see any reason we can't carry on the kissing."
"Is that right?”
"Hm-mm. But could we do it somewhere else? I'm sure a tiny crab just crawled up my shorts.”
"Oh shit!” He helps you to your feet as you stomp around trying to excavate the crab before it reaches your ass.
"Get out, get out, get out!” You flap until eventually you see a tiny crab fall from your shorts. "Oh thank fuck for that!”
“Better?"
“Much. Imagine having to tell the guys your girlfriend's got crabs."
“Oh god," he groans as he pulls a cackling you towards him and holds you close, “that's a fucking terrible joke."
“Well you need to laugh! It's what boyfriends do!"
“Why do I feel like that's going to be said a lot to make me do things I don't want to do."
“Because it is," you kiss him, “and I do have something I want you to do."
“Oh yeah?" He smirks.
“Not that? Although we do need to talk about the way you ate out that papaya, it was like something off pornhub."
“Why are you watching pornhub?" He grins.
“I’m not, I only consume ethical pornogrpahy."
“You read Game of Thrones smut."
“I do n…how do you know that?!”
"I read it over your shoulder once.”
"What a pervert!”
"I'm not the one reading Stark smut!”
"Well that's only because I don't sleep with people who I don't even know the name of!”
"Are you slut shaming me?”
"Yes!”
"Well,” he huffs, "my own girlfriend,” your heart flutters at the word, "betraying me. Lucky I've only got eyes for one woman now.”
"Is she hot?”
"The hottest.” He smirks. "Come on, let's get breakfast. You can watch me eat papaya and tell me all the dirty things you want me to do to it.” He grins as he pulls you along, not forgetting the bag with his mom's photo and the note he'll treasure forever.
"What did you want me to do then?”
"That bag,” you walk hand in hand off the beach and back towards the outside tables of the restaurant, "I technically stole it?”
He stops and looks at you in horror.
"It wasn't my fault! The old lady, who by the way is a terrifyingly good business woman, put it in a bag which I'm certain was first used in the eighties! And the shop wasn't technically open and I couldn’t not put it in a bag. So I stole it? Well, I borrowed it. If I give you the money, could you give it to them please?"
“It's one bag. It barely costs anything. Just leave it."
“No! Please! I'll do whatever you want.”
"Whatever I want?” He quirks his brow at you and you feel your heart and pussy tingle.
"Within reason.”
"I'll do it,” you both set off walking again, "so long as you wear that leather skirt again on our first date.”
"Deal.” You grin, kissing his cheek and happily gliding towards the hotel.
"I've got plans for that leather skirt.”
"I know you do. You didn't say it in your head about the added feature you'd like to make, you said it out loud. I heard it all. Lucky for you, I've thought a lot about where I'd like your head.”
He drops your hands and watches open mouthed as you keep walking towards the hotel, making an extra effort to sway your hips.
“Well come on then! I thought you'd promised me a show!"
“Fucking hell." He whispers, almost in awe.
“I think they're actually being more competitive now." Soonyoung complains as he looks over his sunglasses.
“You'd think they'd be nicer to each other, ______ just nearly took him out with that inflatable ball."
They're all watching in horror as you and Seungcheol take on the inflatable assault course again in the pool.
“I don't think you'll need to worry about being the best man at the wedding Soonyoung. They'll have killed each other before then," they all wince and sit back in their seats as they see you hit the deck and land on your ass because of Seungcheol.
"Please, can we all agree that we will never play board games or computer games with them.” Mingyu jumps as you dive into the pool with a shriek, "I think they'd both cause serious bodily harm if they lost monopoly.
“Imagine Mario Kart."
“Blood bath." Woozi and Jeonghan speak in unison, shaking their heads.
"OH FOR GOD'S SAKE! DO THEY HAVE TO KEEP DOING THAT?! MY EYES!”
"It's ok honey, I'll tell you when it's stopped,” Mingyu's girlfriend covers his eyes as she looks fondly at you and Seungcheol in the pool.
She's never wrong about these things, she told them all that.
And from the way you're currently so lost in each other, you're more or less dry humping in the pool as you steal each other's oxygen. She's still got that winning streak.
She knew one day someone would come along who would drag Seungcheol out of his predictable rock star ways. She just thanks the universe that it's you. Someone who's come to mean so much to all of them, but everything to Seungcheol.
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