Falling For You (and off this rooftop) ~ Andy Reed (Harvest Town)
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pairing(s): andy reed x male reader
warnings: cursing, drinking and alcohol, almost falling off a rooftop
a/n: ladies, gentleman and people in between... andy reed... this motherfucker was the reason why i wasnt online for two days asdfgajdjhajd
"Yoohoo!" [Name] paid no mind to the loud voice shouting as it was normal for the little town to be this lively in the morning. In the distance, he could see some of the women have their dance class like they usually do in the morning in the town's square. [Name] just assumes the shout was from one of them (probably Elaine) motivating the others as he sent a wave and politely greeted them when he passed by.
Jessie had sent a bright smile and cute wave at him. Sweetly greeting him and asking if he wanted to join in their dance class and had to [Name] politely decline as he has plans already to do today and he shouldn't be delayed. But he did promise to join another day when he isn't busy as [Name] saw Jessie's small pouting face. That girl was too cute to say no...
Lulu on the other hand had huffed, crossing her arms on top of her chest and turning her back at him as he did. [Name] had to stop himself from rolling his eyes and chuckle at her reactions.
It seems like she was still mad at him for chopping down a tree and not replanting it the other day. It wasn't his fault when he felt tired and passed out before he could replant the trees he cut down. Shaking his head, [Name] made a mental note to himself to give Lulu some mushroom soup tomorrow to have her in a better mood.
He passed by the buildings of Harvest Town to the road out of town and into South Mount where his destination was the ancient mines. Lately, he had been needing some more copper to get David to make him more water sprinklers for his farm to ease his duties.
As much as [Name] enjoyed farming, watering the crops had been such a hassle, especially after doing more tasks around town to make sure the community was happy— it was the least he can do after his first... life. This was his second chance to make sure he lived with no regrets, and at that moment [Name] needs to get copper before he regrets not doing so by the end of the week.
"Little farm owner!" [Name] stopped on his steps as his eyebrows furrowed. Someone was calling to him. [Name] knows the person shouting meant to be him as the 'little farm owner' the voice yelled, and only one person in town calls anyone that. Specifically, who calls him that.
Looking around, [Name] was confused as a small frown formed on his lips. He didn't saw the caller anywhere. Not in the plaza behind him or the entrance area of the bar nor the Resort Villa.
'Where was he?' [Name] thought as he tried to look for Andy in the area.
"Hey, up here!" [Name] did what he was told. Turning his head towards the bar, [Name] looked up to the rooftop of the building and had to double take at what he saw. Looking at the surrounding area again, [Name] looked at Andy on the rooftop and his frown faltered while [Name] was sure he was going to get a heart attack and stroke upon seeing where the redhead was.
"Andy?" Calling out to the bar owner, worry evident in [Name]'s voice as he didn't know whether to shout at Andy to get down or just fo up there and slap some sense into the usually gentle and easy going bartender was doing something dangerous like this. The said man only sent him a grin and waved his hand.
"Hey there little farm owner!" Andy happily greeted as [Name] gripped the straps of his bag tightly, worried for the redhead if he ever falls. His worries worsening when he noticed Andy was holding a bottle of liquor and from his position down below, it seems like there are a few more bottles on the beams of the rooftop.
Shit, Andy was drunk...
[Name] was about to shout at Andy about why he was drinking so early in the morning (it was still seven in the morning for fucks sake) and to get down before he falls off the building. But before he could get his questions out, Andy talked again.
"What have you been up to recently?" Andy asked as he looked down at [Name]. Rather easily when he is way up on the rooftop of the bar. "Haven't seen you for a couple of days now!" Andy said. Noticing that [Name] was carrying a backpack and the head of the pickaxe poking out, Andy shakes his head and sent [Name] a soft, amused grin.
"You never stop," Andy commented as he was both happy and worried about the [Hair color] haired man. [Name] had been working hard none stop after he decided to not go to the city and live his life in Harvest Town. And it was something.
Andy was happy that [Name] was doing his best to restore the mansion and help out in the town, but Andy sees that [Name] was overworking himself to the bone. He was worried, especially after the other day he heard Bill found [Name] passed out in the middle of the forest.
"You've been a busy bee!" Andy laughed as he shakes his head to wash away his worries. [Name] was an adult. [Name] knows how to not worry him and the whole town from his actions.
Having his thoughts organized a bit beside the small buzzing of the alcohol taking its place, Andy raised his bottle of liquor to show [Name], his grin growing bigger as he uttered the next words to the other man to join in. "Wanna have a drink? The scenery is great here!"
"So..." Andy started as he looked up from his casual laying position on the rooftop to cast a glance on [Name] who decided to accept his invitation to relax on top of the bar's roof. [Name] was sitting at the rooftop's beam, his bag was beside his legs as [Name] looked at the whole area with a small smile on his lips.
Andy had to admit, [Name] looked rather nice being all calm and not overworking himself to the bone. He hasn't gotten to talk to [Name] recently besides the few greetings whenever [Name] passed by when he is lounging around the left side of the town square. So he never really got to interact much with [Name] and Andy just noticed how... really pretty he was.
Or perhaps that was just the alcohol talking...
Awkwardly coughing at his thoughts, Andy looked away from staring at [Name] as he immediately raised his bottle of alcohol and downed a few gulps. What was he thinking? That was so stupid! He shouldn't even think about his friend like that!
As Andy was mentally berating his drunken mind for thinking such a thing, [Name] decided to ask the question that pondered him when he first saw Andy on the rooftop of the bar, drinking.
"Isn't it too early?" Andy perked up from hearing [Name]'s voice as he stopped drinking and looked at [Name].
"Early? For what?" Andy asked, chuckling as he saw [Name]'s scrunched up expression on his face at his question. Looking at [Name] who pointed at the bottle he was holding, Andy let out a giggle as he shrugged his shoulder.
"Oh, you mean this?" Andy questioned as he gestured to the bottle, he then just sent [Name] a teasing smile. "Nothing is too early for alcohol, [Name]!" He said with a laughed.
"You're too early to be getting drunk, Andy," [Name] said as he sighed. Shaking his head when he saw Andy pout at him.
"And you're too early going off when you just passed out yesterday!" Andy countered as he sat up from his position and pointed a finger at [Name] who was surprised by his abrupt expression of emotions. "You know how worried I was?"
[Name] closed his mouth as he didn't know what to retort. Andy did have a point. Yau would probably (definitely) call him an idiot for working himself again and Yau's father, Wah, would definitely chastise his decisions.
Sighing, [Name] shakes his head as he could already imagine those two doctors and the mayor, John Gray, ganging up on him for his incompetence and lack of care for himself. That would be an absolute nightmare. But on the other hand, [Name] was happy to know they care and needs to also give them his thanks for taking care of him back to health. Bill as well who had found him passed out in the middle of the forest.
"We appreciate you working hard... but don't work yourself to death," Andy said which brought [Name] out of his thoughts. Looking at the redhead beside him, [Name]'s eyes soften as he glanced at Andy who was staring at the bottle in his hand. A somber look on his face. [Name] now felt more worse for worrying Andy like this as well.
"I'll try, but no promises here," [Name] joked to clear the somber air surrounding them and it seemed to work as Andy turned to look at him, a grin on his face as he laughed.
"You better, little farm owner!" Andy said. Laughing as he felt his cheeks grew hot from seeing [Name] be so carefree and grinning. It was nice. And really, [Name] was pretty this way... damn it, his drunk mind was straying towards those thoughts again. Perhaps drinking more can have Andy successfully bury those types of thoughts inside the deepest darkest crevices of his brain and not annoy him.
"So... rooftop?" [Name] asked. The [Hair color] haired man had to bite back an amused giggled leaving his lips on seeing Andy unconsciously made faces. The poor man looked like he drank something bitter and was not happy at all, [Name] assumed it was finally the alcohol's taking its toll.
"Hm? What now?" Andy asked as he realized [Name] had asked him something and snapped his head to turn to the other man sitting beside him with cheeks flushed and his mind hazy.
"What'd you say, little farm owner?" Andy asked.
[Name] wonders why Andy loves to call him with that ridiculous nickname. He, by all means not that small. In fact, Andy was only a few centimeters taller than him yet the redhead still calls him small. Perhaps Andy just sucks at giving nicknames...
"I said why the rooftop?" [Name] had said.
"I'd like to stay on the roof before the opening of the internet cafe. It's quiet and shady," Andy explained as he drank his bottle of alcohol. Sighing in content as he finished and laid back down on the rooftop and made himself comfortable.
"There are bottles of wine on the beam beside you there, suit yourself," Andy pointed out as [Name] only hummed at his words. A little bit hesitant if he should take a bottle. He still was thinking of going to the mines and being drunk down there would absolutely be a death sentence if he ever gets lost.
"Thanks," [Name] said as he took a sip of the alcohol. In the end, he took a bottle. Andy was right, he shouldn't try to overwork himself to death. He can mine some copper tomorrow. [Name] can still water the crops for another day. Today, he is taking it slow and relax. Maybe he should visit mayor John in his house on the beach and fish with him while picking seashells with Peach too.
A calm silence washed over the two as [Name] tapped his feet on the roof and taking a few sips of the alcohol in his hand. His mind going to places of remembering his old life and the new things he was planning to do after this one day off he to take so abruptly. [Name] maybe his own boss, but he grew to enjoy working and being busy for the last couple of months. It was calming and makes a good distraction to his mind.
Speaking of a good distraction, it seems like [Name] enjoyed this as well. Sure, [Name] was still a bit worried to get so drunk and slipped off the rooftop but he tries to throw those fears to the wind as he took one sip from his bottle before closing his eyes.
This was nice...
It was relaxing as the sun rays that shine throughout the town were blocked by the clouds passing by. The fresh spring air blowing and the sound of the leaves from the trees and other plants of the town dancing with the wind really were putting [Name] to sleep.
[Name] can not be blamed though as his body was still recovering from the exhaustion he experienced yesterday and it did not help that he still woke up six in the morning like always to do some chores in the mansion and the plot of land of his that was slowly getting bigger and better. He does not want to slack off as his duty of the owner and sole person doing all the work of such a huge land.
As [Name] was slowly threading through the line of falling asleep or not, Andy seemed to noticed how quiet he was. Before [Name] could fully lose the battle of sleep, one of them finally decided to talk to one another again. And it was Andy who had cracked first.
"You are silent," Andy muttered beside him. [Name] had heard the bartender's words and he had opened his eyes and turned to look at the side as looked confused at Andy.
"And that's... a bad thing...?" [Name] asked, confused and a bit offended yet he couldn't really be annoyed at Andy when the man was drunk. The many empty bottles beside him as well as the redhead's cheeks were flushed so red from how drunk he was. Clearly, the alcohol was affecting his system more evidently.
It seems like despite Andy being drunk and his mind not as sharp when he is sober, he still caught on to the small offended tone [Name] had used. The redhead immediately sputtered out disagreements.
"N-no!" Andy yelled as he sat up and looked at [Name] intensely. Andy wanted to say to the other man that he had a lovely voice and that it was fine if he was quiet. They haven't been talking to each other for a few days about how busy both of them are. So it was justified that they seem to be hesitant to talk to each other again.
"Are you going to fall asleep?" Andy had asked as he changed the subject. Looking at [Name] who sat up from his comfortable position, an excited grin on his lips as his mind fully succumb from the alcohol in his body. "I can show you a dance!" Andy excitedly said as he put his alcohol bottle on the beam and stood up.
"W-woah!" Andy yelped as he almost slipped, staggering at his steps as he then stood on the beam and sent a large smile at [Name] who was watching him closely. The other man's eyes towards him made Andy's face grow hotter as [Name]'s gaze was rather intense.
Shaking his head to desperately try to focus back to put up a show for the [Hair color] haired farmer, Andy closed his eyes and began to dance. Hips swaying left and right as his hands began to move around. Humming at the song that came to his mind as he danced, Andy seemed to enjoy himself and [Name] had a small fond smile on his lips as he watches Andy dance.
Andy looked so cute, [Name] had to admit it. There's nothing more of a sight to see other than Andy Reed, a bartender who you first would see as unapproachable was a sweet, gentle, and easy going guy be who he was. Just a man who wants to enjoy himself.
It took another minute or two of Andy enjoying himself on dancing and putting on a show and [Name] clapping and biting back the laughs threatening to leave his lips from Andy's occasional silly dance movements.
The two were snapped out of their enjoyment as their heads immediately turned to empty bottles of alcohol fall down and roll off the roof. Both Andy and [Name] looked at one another then back to the bottle once were and then back again to one another, alarmed yet their shock immediately dissipate as Andy burst out laughing while [Name] giggling and trying to keep his giggles to a minimal. Nevertheless, Andy still heard them which made his laugh more louder in joy for making [Name] laugh.
"Haha, sorry! I'm too cocky!" Andy giggled as his face flushed, small rationality came back to him, and realized how embarrassing he was just dancing like an idiot on top of a roof.
Rubbing the back of his neck bashfully, Andy asked for a bottle of wine from [Name]. Sending the other a huge grin and thanking [Name] loudly as he got the bottle and immediately gulped a lot of the alcoholic contents like it was nothing. Andy then avoided [Name]'s amused gaze as he stepped down off the beam to the roof.
Unfortunately for Andy, his mobility wasn't the best since he was still woozy from the alcohol. And so, Andy lost his footing which would have been terrible as he would have fallen off the roof like the bottle he had dropped. He definitely could have suffered some severe injuries, like breaking a bone too and perhaps fracturing his ankle or wrist when he tries to cushion his face.
Fortunately for Andy, [Name] only drank half a bottle of alcohol and was already thinking of the probability of Andy slipping off was high. So [Name] had sprung to action, standing up and caught Andy in his arms as he felt the redhead clutched onto him so tightly while sighing in relief.
"Holy shit, that was so close!" [Name] had said as he looked at the roof and winch when his mind had imagined on what if Andy or he had fallen off the roof and into the ground. [Name] knew Andy would have been in such disaster if not for him... catching... the redhead...
[Name]'s face had grown more hotter as he realized he still have Andy in his arms.
[Name] froze when he felt Andy snuggled onto his chest as the redhead let out a content hum from his lips. [Name] didn't know what to do and he internally screamed when he felt Andy wrapped his arms around his torso and embracing him.
"Um... Andy...?" [Name] hesitantly called out to the redhead who let out a hum. [Name] awkwardly patted Andy's back as he didn't know whether to forcefully pull away from the redhead or talk to the drunk man.
The first option seemed to be a bit difficult as Andy was embracing him tightly while the second option had a high possibility of not working at all from how drunk Andy is. It seemed like Andy was truly, absolutely, drunk after drinking that other bottle before he almost fell down.
"Andy...?" [Name] tried again to call out to the drunk man but immediately kept his mouth shut when he heard the redhead say something.
"Don't... leave..." [Name] heard Andy muttered against his clothes as Andy's embraced tighten for a moment. "Don't leave... us... m-me... p... please..."
[Name] was confused for a second as he looked at the redhead hugging him as his life depended on it.
"What... what do you mean?" [Name] asked confused as Andy took his face away from [Name]'s chest as he looked at the other man in the eye.
"You were going to leave town... please don't ever think of leaving," Andy had confessed as [Name] was flabbergasted. [Name] had to remind himself that Andy was drunk, the red cheeks and flustered look were evident that the easy going and calm bartender be knew wasn't there at the moment.
No, at this moment, the person that was in his arms was a friend who didn't want his other friend to leave.
"I... I almost didn't get to tell you my secret!"
Oh? And perhaps... much more after this.
[Name] bit his bottom lip hard as he look at the drunk man in front of him and then shaking his head. As much as he was curious about whatever the redhead's secret was, he wouldn't be taken advantage of by Andy as the man was drunk. [Name] would rather talk to Andy when he is sober so there won't be any regrets later on.
"Andy, you're drunk—" [Name] didn't even get to finish his sentence as Andy untangled himself from their embrace as he placed a hand on [Name]'s lips while Andy leaned close towards his face.
"Shush!" Andy quieted [Name] as he made shushing motions while still keeping his other hand on the [Hair color] haired man's lips. "I'm telling you a secret!" Andy excitedly said and it worried [Name] on how much did Andy consumed alcohol before he joined in?
[Name] had gently held Andy's hand that was on his mouth and was going to pull the hand away so he could speak clearly but Andy was having none of it.
"I... I liked you!" Andy confessed as he leaned close to [Name]. "I-i've fallen in love with you for... for so damn long! And I was terrified of you leaving town!" Staring at the other man in the eye as his own eyes shown such conviction that made [Name]'s mouth dry and a lump appearing on his throat as he did not know what to say to this sudden event of a drunken confession from Andy.
What a turn of events indeed, and [Name] just wanted to go mining. Damn it.
“start counting.” his voice is low—not soft. not tonight. you’re already face-down, ass up, hands clenched in the sheets. his hand is between your shoulder blades, heavy, pinning. your thighs ache from holding position. you’re soaked, trembling, stretched out and empty—until the thick head of his cock nudges back inside.
you gasp. "one," you breathe, and toji grunts behind you. doesn’t praise. doesn’t slow down. just fucks into you again, deeper this time. "two."
he’s not going fast—he’s going deep. every thrust drags through your walls like he’s measuring you inside, learning every twitch, every sweet spot, every angle that makes your voice crack.
"three—ah—four—"
he hums like he’s bored, like he’s got all night. one big hand holds your hip still while he drives in again and again, steady and merciless.
"five."
"you can do better than that," he mutters, leaning over your back. his voice is right in your ear now, rough. mean. "i said count."
“s-six—fuck, toji—seven—” you lose track for a second when he slaps your ass, the sting loud and hot, hips stuttering.
"that one doesn’t count," he says. "start again."
"w-what?" your voice is already wrecked.
"one," he says for you, and slams into you so hard you scream.
"t-two—fuck—three—!" your thighs are shaking. drool’s slipping past your lips onto the sheets. you’re trying to keep up, to obey, to hold your mouth open and your brain steady, but he keeps fucking harder, faster, like he wants to scramble you.
“eight—nine—please—”
“don’t fuckin' beg,” he growls, yanking you up by your tied wrists until your back arches and his cock hits deeper. “just count, brat.”
"t-ten—!" you’re soaked. squelching loud and wet with every thrust now. your legs collapse beneath you and he doesn’t stop, just lifts one of them up around his waist and keeps going.
"eleven—ah—twelve—" and when your voice breaks, when you sob out the next number barely coherent, he finally leans down, kisses your cheek, and murmurs,
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summary: dennis puts his frustrations on you during a mass casualty, after seeing how people seem to drop everything to make your life easier.
pairings: dennis whitaker x RT!reader (respiratory therapist)
cw/tags: the pitt warnings (depictions of car crash victims and their treatment, including intubations, fractures, embolisms, various breathing apparatuses). established relationship. swearing. angst but reader and dennis are pretty normal so it’s nothing crazy. park flirting with reader (i dont think this is a warning based on how much tumblr has loved him since his brief appearance LMFAO but just in case), jealous!dennis and some misogyny from him as well i guess. swearing. ooc!dennis in my opinion but hey. the people yearn for the angst and so do i. minor implications that dennis has a past regarding people abandoning him.
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“Hey, are you able to cover the ED today?” Your coworker asks. “I’m still getting over that flu I had last week, and I think running between here and there might just kill me.”
“Of course, yeah, no problem,” You say, accepting the trauma pager from her, tucking it onto your scrub pocket. “Did you test?”
“Yeah, flu A,” She says, and you grimace.
“Rough,” You say. “I’ve got it covered, let me know if you need anything else, yeah?”
The first trauma that requires respiratory assistance rolls in around nine.
“Eighteen-year-old male, motorcycle versus SUV at approximately sixty MPH,” The paramedic says, wheeling the gurney through the doors as people begin to crowd around. “Helmeted, significant damage to the bike.”
They push him through the trauma bay doors, still listening intently as the paramedic continues.
“Airway intact, alert and oriented times four, awake and talking on scene,” She adds. “GCS fourteen—confused, repeating questions. Obvious deformity to the left femur, no open wound noted, distal pulses weak but present.”
“Heart rate one twenty-eight, BP ninety-eight over sixty-two, resps at twenty-six,” The secondary paramedic says, just as Samira counts down from three, everyone lifting the sheet up and transferring the patient onto the hospital bed. “Two large bore IV’s, fifty of fent, femur splinted in traction.”
“Great, thank you,” Robby says, letting them leave.
Princess cuts the rest of the patient’s clothes off while Donnie hooks him up to the monitors, the screens coming to life and showing the mildly concerning vitals. Dennis is already examining the chest, stethoscope in as he listens to his lungs.
“Sir, can you tell me your name?” Samira says, getting a confused groan in response.
“My fucking leg,” He mumbles. “Where—what happened?”
“You were in an accident,” She explains. “You’re at PTMC now, we’re gonna’ take care of you, okay?”
She looks at Dennis, asking what his next steps are.
“Uhm, trauma labs, chest and pelvis ultrasound,” He says, glancing towards the monitors, watching his sats come down a few points. “Let’s get him started on high flow, page RT and ortho.”
“Okay, let’s do it,” Samira says. “Who’s here for respiratory?”
“Adams,” Robby says, having already asked Dana earlier that morning.
Samira frowns. “She’s not here?”
The question is directed at Dennis, who stutters for a second. “Oh, no, she is. She’s just in the ICU today.”
“Too bad,” She says.
When the door opens to reveal you everyone reacts a little more enthusiastically than they usually would, happy to have you instead of anyone else.
“Dana said Adams was here today,” Robby says, watching you pull on gloves.
“Yeah, she had the flu last week, still struggling with some SOB with exertion,” You explain. “Is it okay that it’s me?”
“Definitely,” Samira says. “Motorcycle versus car, GCS fourteen but his sats keep dropping, eighty-seven on a hundred percent.”
“That’s not great,” You say, making your way to the head of the bed. Dennis’ hand comes back as you move behind him, gripping the front of your thigh for a second, making you smile. You introduce yourself to the patient. “I’m with respiratory. Can you tell me your name?”
“My…leg,” He says, taking an obvious breath between the two words.
“We’re gonna’ get it fixed up for you, okay?” You say. “Your chest hurt at all?”
He doesn’t respond.
“Can I grab an ABG?” You ask, and Samira nods. “How was the eFAST?”
“Negative,” Dennis says. “No pneumo, no fluid.”
“Femur fracture?” You question, making the assumption from the splint that’s wrapped around his thigh as you grab the syringe, positioning it over his wrist.
“Yeah, a bad one,” Samira says. “Why, what’re you thinking?”
“FES?” You suggest, drawing his blood up, capping the needle and passing it to Princess.
“Definitely a concern,” Samira says.
“Non-rebreather?” You ask. “He’s too agitated for BiPAP.”
“Yep, do it,” She says. “Let’s prep an intubation tray, just to be safe.”
You slip the mask onto his face, assuring him that everything is going to be just fine, then you start collecting the supplies you would need to intubate. Robby leaves at some point, his attention being pulled by another trauma, putting Samira completely in charge.
“Did you tell ortho this was urgent?” She asks, and Donnie nods.
“Sure did.”
“Who’s on for ortho?” You ask, mindlessly adjusting the tube you’ve chosen, lining everything up perfectly.
“Shark,” Donnie says. Dennis rolls his eyes at the mention of the name, shaking his head a little to try and focus on the patient again.
“Oh, I’ll call,” You say, making everyone raise an eyebrow, not sure why that would change anything, but they don’t stop you. You pick up the phone on the wall, putting in the right number and bringing it to your ear, waiting for a few seconds before someone picks up. “Hey, is Park still up there?”
The room stills, especially Dennis, his hands coming to a complete stop over the patient’s abdomen that he’s about to palpate again.
“Great, can you let him know that we need an urgent ortho consult down in trauma three?” You ask. You ask for the person on the other end to tell Park that it’s you asking, and Princess smirks. “Thank you so much.”
The door opens four minutes later, Park coming through, his eyes immediately finding you—then the patient.
“What’ve you got?” He asks, and Samira gestures for Dennis to go ahead.
“Motorcycle versus car, closed femur fracture, concerned about FES,” He explains. Park nods, leaning over the patient, gloved hand raising to touch the area.
“You calling me personally now?” He asks, looking at you again.
“When the situation calls for it,” You say, a small smile on your face, one Dennis does not miss. “Wouldn’t be necessary if you guys would actually answer pages at a reasonable pace for once.”
“I like to make an entrance,” He says, crouching a little to get a better look at the injury. “Especially when you’re here.”
“Okay, relax,” You say, but you’re laughing through the words. “Just fix his fucking thigh, Brendon.”
“For you?” He asks. “Anything.”
That was when things started going downhill for you and Dennis.
Had that happened any other day? It wouldn’t have been an issue. People flirt with you all the time, not just at work, but everywhere. It’s a constant that he’s grown used to, and up until today he thought that he could handle any amount of people throwing themselves at you.
But, apparently he can’t.
The mass casualty happens at three-fifty-nine.
A multi-vehicle pile up on the highway with twenty of the thirty-two victims arriving by ambulance and helicopter fifteen minutes later.
You spend the first hour floating from room to room, assisting with oxygenation and administering medications when the nurses are already stretched thin. You start a few arterial lines, intubate two patients, and do six rounds of chest compressions all within sixty minutes.
Your name is called from one of the rooms, making you quickly tape an arterial line in place, asking Mel if she needs anything else before making your way over to Dana. You dodge people as you move, following her through the curtain, revealing Dennis standing at the head of the bed, preparing to intubate.
“Where do you want me?” You ask, looking at Frank, who’s squeezing a bag of blood.
“You can assist Whitaker,” He says, and you nod, taking the spot beside your boyfriend and accepting the bag mask from Sophie, placing it over the patient’s mouth.
The ED is loud.
That’s all Dennis can think about until you’re standing next to him, and then he starts thinking about you and Park earlier. Someone asks what size tube he wants just as he puts the laryngoscope into place, turning the light on and glancing towards the monitor that’s been wheeled in, revealing the patient’s throat. He doesn’t realize that the question was for him, clearly, so you answer.
“Seven, probably,” You say, turning around and opening the drawer, grabbing the correct tube.
Dennis inches farther into the mouth.
The cords still aren’t visible.
“That’s super anterior,” You say, already reaching towards the patient’s neck, pressing your hand against it. You watch the screen, adjusting to try and bring the cords into view, but the visualization still isn’t great. “Lift the blade slowly, that might help.”
“Yeah, I know,” He says, his tone a little firmer than usual, but you quickly brush it off as the pressure of the mass casualty.
Her airway is swollen, and even when the cords come into view he doesn’t feel good about the landmarks. He keeps looking down into her throat and back up at the screen, and then Sophie speaks up.
“Sats down to seventy-one.”
Dennis shakes his head, pulling back in a swift motion.
“Switch?” You ask, and he nods, passing you the tools. You take his place, and he sets his hand where yours was moments prior, mimicking the pressure that you were doing for him.
You get the same view that he had, but you’re much more confident as you adjust the blade, sliding the tube into place without even looking at the monitor. Dennis puts his stethoscope in to confirm breathsounds.
“Waveform looks good,” Frank says. “Yellow on end-tidal.”
“Good breath sounds bilaterally,” Dennis adds.
“Thank you,” Frank says, and you nod, your hand landing on Dennis’ side as you walk past him, a slight action of reassurance.
“Call if you need anything else,” You say, then you slip through the doors, off to the next critical patient.
He’s rattled after that, and he can’t help but notice the difference in how you’re doing compared to him. People call for you specifically, anticipating your next move and passing you whatever you need before you can even ask, thanking you or even congratulating you once you finish up with patients. You move through the chaos in a way that he can’t, and it seems like everyone does their best to make it easy for you.
He ends up in one of the back hallways between crises after Robby tells him to take a breather.
He lost the patient that you intubated, and he can’t stop wondering if maybe he wouldn’t have if he had been able to get the tube in. You eventually come into the hallway, sliding down the wall beside him, tucking your knees up to your chest, a small amount of dried blood on your scrubs.
“You okay?” You ask, nudging his leg with your own.
He nods. “Yeah. You?”
“Yeah,” You say. “Heard you lost a patient.”
He inhales sharply, shifting his legs away from you ever so slightly. “I did, yeah.”
He pauses for a second before continuing.
“I should’ve let you intubate from the get-go,” He says, but it’s not proud like usual—it’s bitter. “Maybe that extra minute of oxygen would’ve saved her.”
“Don’t do that,” You say. “Don’t blame yourself, you did everything right.”
He scoffs. “Not as right as you.”
“I’ve been doing this a lot longer than you have, Denny,” You counter. “You’ll get used to it, I promise. And, I’ve got your back. Always.”
He nods, his frustration finally coming to the surface, spilling out with his words. “Would be a lot easier if the entire department wanted to sleep with me.”
You stiffen, and he doesn’t see the way your face drops.
“What?” You ask, incredulously.
“Surgeons don’t come quickly when I page,” He continues. “People aren’t lining up to make my life easier because they think I’m attractive.”
You don’t speak for a minute, but you push yourself away from him on the floor, hurt rising in your chest.
“And if they were? I at least wouldn’t be entertaining it in front of you,” He adds. “Is that why you always want to look nice at work? So people will trip over themselves to try and impress you?”
You blink a few times.
“Is that really what you think?” You ask, already standing up, wanting to put as much distance between you and him as possible. “Cool, good to know.”
You’re gone before he can say anything else.
Somehow, because the universe hates you, you end up in a trauma together during the last thirty minutes of your shift.
Your entire demeanor changes the second you see that he’s in there, silently adjusting oxygen settings and doing whatever you’re asked as everyone works around you. Dennis keeps trying to catch your eye, but you barely look in his direction, keeping all your focus on staying fucking professional.
Jack, who showed up shortly after the pile-up was on the news, notices the tension between the two of you right away.
“Everything okay?” He asks, mostly to you.
“Yep,” You say. “You want BiPAP?”
“Yeah, and let’s page ortho for that arm,” He says, raising an eyebrow, watching closely as you set the mask up. “Then you can get out of here, pass this off to the nightshift.”
“Great,” You say. “Thanks, Jack.”
“Anytime, kiddo.”
“You wanna’ give them a call, let Park flirt with you again?” Princess asks, to which you shake your head.
“Not this time, sorry,” You say, a tight smile on your face. “Can’t pull that card too often, people might start questioning my clinical abilities.”
Dennis goes completely still over the chest, one hand holding the diaphragm of his stethoscope mid-air. Jack raises an eyebrow, barely looking up from his task.
“Why would that make someone question your clinical abilities?” He asks, to which you shrug, reaching for the BiPAP settings.
“Beats me,” You say. “Eight over four?”
“Whitaker?” Jack asks.
“Yeah, eight over four, please,” He says, giving you a quick nod.
You adjust them accordingly. “Anything else I can do for you, Dr. Whitaker?”
He glances up at you, shaking his head. “No, uh, thank you.”
Your last name stumbles awkwardly out of his mouth at the end of the sentence, and Jack watches as you leave before turning back to Dennis.
“That was fun,” Jack says. “You wanna’ tell me what happened?”
“Not really,” Dennis mumbles.
You’re standing by the central hub when Park comes back down into the department, pivoting away from the room and instead heading towards you, calling your name to get your attention.
“Hey,” You greet, giving him a small smile. “Here for two?”
“Yeah, the broken arm,” He says. “You intubate?”
“Nope, just BiPAP,” You answer. “They’re A&O times four.”
“Great,” He says. “You still somehow look amazing, even after that mass cas.”
Your response is foreign to him. He’s been harmlessly flirting with you for years, and both of you would go as far as saying the other is a friend, and you’ve always joked back or at least smiled. Now, you take a half step away from him, eyes flitting towards the trauma room, your expression neutral.
“Hey, don’t,” You say, making him chuckle a little.
“Okay, sorry,” He says. “Didn’t realize I couldn’t compliment my favourite RT anymore.”
“Yeah, you know, we’re at work,” You say.
“When are we not?”
Your eyes land on Dennis when he comes out of the room, only for a second, but Park turns around, seeing your boyfriend.
“Did Whitaker say something?” He asks.
“No, no, I just think we should keep it professional, okay?” You say, wanting today to end. “I’m sorry.”
“He said something,” He says. “After he choked in that trauma and lost his patient?”
“Don’t fucking say that,” You counter.
“Did he take that out on you?” He questions. “Couldn’t handle the fact that you had to swoop in and save his ass?”
“I didn’t—I didn’t ‘save his ass,’” You argue. “I’m an airway specialist, I’ve had to step in for practically every doctor in this department at least once. I lost that patient just as much as he did, and he didn’t do anything wrong.”
The nurses at the hub go completely silent, quickly acting as though they weren’t listening to the conversation. Jack smirks, reminding himself to never get on your bad side. You look to Dennis again, who heard the majority of the exchange, before pushing off the desk.
“I have handover,” You say. “See you later.”
Dennis reaches for you as you walk by. “Hey-”
You twist your body away, avoiding him entirely as you make it to the door, heading back up to the ICU without another word. Trinity lets out a low whistle, waiting until you’re gone before speaking.
“You fucked up, Huckleberry,” She says.
Dennis grits his teeth. “Yeah, I know.”
He’s actually shocked to see you waiting for him outside the ER once he’s finished.
You’re leaning against a pillar, headphones in, a grim look on your face. Trinity widens her eyes at Dennis, the look saying something along the lines of ‘fix this, you fucking idiot.’
She says bye to you as she walks past.
“Night, Santos,” You say, tugging your headphones out and putting them in your jacket pocket. Dennis approaches slowly, holding the straps of his backpack, head slightly tilted towards the floor.
“I-”
“Can we stop and pick something up for dinner?” You ask, reaching for his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. “We don’t have any leftovers and I don’t feel like cooking.”
His fingers are frozen around yours for a second, then he curls them over your hand, falling in step beside you.
“We can do whatever you want,” He says. “Do you want me to take you home first? Then I can go-”
“No, I wanna’ come with you,” You interrupt, swinging your arm a little, leaning into him like you usually do. He’s warm, protecting you from the wind as you step outside.
He doesn’t say anything as you walk to the car, just opening your door for you, shutting it as gently as he can before hopping in the driver’s seat.
“You can pick what we eat,” You say. “My brain hurts.”
He nods. “Fair enough.”
You’re almost at your favourite restaurant when he speaks again.
“You waited for me,” He says, quiet, a little nervous.
“Of course I did,” You say. “Me being mad doesn’t mean we don’t go home together.”
You pause for a second.
“You had a shitty day,” You add. “Let’s talk about it later, yeah?”
Later comes after you’ve both eaten, showered, and sat in silence for awhile, you tucked into his side on the couch and your cat curled up beside you.
“Okay,” You say, making him jump a little. You shift away, turning so you’re facing him. He spins too, anxiety written all over his face.
You take a deep breath.
“You can’t talk to me like that,” You say, getting straight to the point. “Or even think about me like that.”
He nods, slowly, not wanting to sound remotely defensive. “I know. I’m sorry.”
“You don’t know,” You insist, keeping your tone from dipping into anything close to anger. “Because if you did you wouldn’t have said it.”
“I don’t think that about you,” He says. “Not at all.”
His voice wobbles a little.
You inch a little closer, touching your knees to his, looping a finger into the bottom of his sweatpants, toying with the hem.
“You’re so good at…everything,” He continues, swallowing roughly, clearing his throat. “I don’t know why seeing you so…fine in the middle of it all made me so upset.”
You shrug. “You had just lost a patient and felt like it was your fault.”
“Yeah, but that happens everyday,” He counters. “And you come and fix my mistakes everyday. I don’t usually react like that.”
“Are you looking for help psychoanalyzing yourself?” You ask, the tone a bit teasing.
He smiles. “A little, yeah.”
You purse your lips, shifting closer again.
“Park was flirting with me in front of you,” You start. “I didn’t think anything of it because that’s the relationship we’ve always had. You felt...bad about that.”
You stop, realizing that sounded better in your head.
“Tell me if I’m wrong, please,” You add, and he nods, gesturing for you to continue. “You lost a patient after having to pass the intubation to me, and I don’t think it being me had anything to do with it. You would’ve been upset no matter who took over, because you felt like you should’ve been able to get that airway.”
His face flickers, and you can tell that you’ve said something that doesn’t completely resonate.
“It did matter that it was you,” He corrects, gently. “I…I always wanted to impress you when we worked at the clinic, and I still do. Even five years later.”
“You do impress me,” You promise. “Every single day. Do you have any idea how proud I am of you?”
You don’t give him the chance to answer.
“I tell literally anyone who will listen that my boyfriend is the most caring, patient, amazing doctor every chance I get,” You continue. “I’ve seen so many interns in that emergency room and you’re better than all of them. And I’m not just saying that because I’m in love with you.”
“Wait, you’re in love with me?” He asks, smiling, the joke making you grin, the tension genuinely starting to loosen now.
“Extremely,” You say.
He clenches his jaw, on the verge of tears.
“I love you so much,” He says. “And I know that your job is just as hard as mine, and that people finding you attractive doesn’t make it any easier.”
You squint, tilting your head to the side. “Well…”
He wipes a tear off his cheek, chuckling. “Yeah, the thing with Park was pretty helpful.”
“Sometimes people listen more,” You say. “Sometimes they don’t take me seriously. It balances out.”
He nods. “Right.”
His hand moves towards you, but he hesitates, placing it back in his lap.
“I had no right to say that to you,” He says. “Not during a mass cas, not ever. I’m so sorry, angel.”
“I know you are,” You say, reaching for his hand, taking it in your own. “I’m still upset, but-”
You feel him stiffen, eyes dropping to your lap, more tears pooling on his lashline.
“Hey, I’m not going anywhere,” You say.
He squeezes his eyes shut, nodding. “Okay.”
“I’m still upset, but I just need time,” You continue. “And I need you to not do that again.”
“I won’t,” He says, opening his eyes. “I’m sorry.”
An hour later you’re curled up on the couch, a blanket over you, the light from the TV flickering over your face. You’re not really paying attention, but it’s nice to have in the background as you process the day while Dennis busies himself in the kitchen, putting your leftovers away and making some tea.
He sets a mug in front of you on the coffee table, earning a tired smile from you. He looks towards the couch, then back to you.
“Can I—”
You sit up a little, nodding.
“You don’t have to ask,” You say.
He sits beside you, leaving a few inches of space, not wanting to overstep. You lean over, setting your head in his lap, pulling the blanket up to your jaw and putting your hand on his thigh. He exhales with relief, slipping a hand under the blanket and resting his arm across your chest.
Trinity barely gives him a second to put his bag in his locker before she’s on him the next day, her arms folded over her chest as she squints slightly.
“What?” Dennis asks, his actions slowing when he notices her.
“Did you apologize?” She questions, and he sighs.
“Yes, of course I did,” He says.
“So, you guys are good?”
“Why are you so invested?” He asks, holding the door open for her as they both walk out of the locker room.
Trinity hesitates on the answer for a second.
“She’s Garcia’s best friend,” She says. “That means I give a fuck about her, too.”
“Oh, yeah?” Dennis says, smiling a bit. “You’re that serious now, huh?”
“Shut up,” Trinity counters. “I’m glad you didn’t fuck anything up too badly.”
He exhales sharply. “Me too.”
Gossip spread fast about you and Dennis acting ‘weird’ towards eachother yesterday, so all eyes are on the two of you when you’re paged to help with a conscious nasotracheal intubation. You join the small group of people outside the patient’s room, already having been briefed on the situation by Dana.
“Just in time,” Cassie says, making room for you in the circle. “We were just going over the plan.”
“Great, keep going,” You say, glancing towards Dennis for a second, who’s already looking at you, giving him a small smile. He returns it, along with a nod, then both of you focus on Cassie again.
“We’ll topicalize, that’ll be you,” She says, setting her hand on your shoulder for a moment.
“Got it,” You say. “Who’s doing first pass?”
“Uh, me,” Dennis says, raising his hand up a fraction. “Never done one outside the cadaver lab, so…”
You smile again. “Cool, sounds good.”
“We want to work quickly to avoid any complications,” Cassie emphasizes. “We need all meds ready, and second pass is you, too. What meds do you prefer?”
The reliance that she shows on you makes Dennis’ heart race, and not in a bad way this time.
You don’t hesitate—because you never do. Not because people make your job easier, but because you know your shit.
“Atomized lidocaine, four percent for MAD,” You say. “Viscous lidocaine for the passageway and a little phenylephrine is what I’d start with.”
“Nasal spray or pledgets?” Cassie asks.
“Pledgets,” You answer. “Let it sit for sixty seconds.”
“Okay, perfect,” Cassie says. “Whitaker, can you walk us through the plan step by step, please?”
“Oh, uh, Princess and Jesse will prep meds, I’ll insert the pledgets with…point two-five PE?”
He looks to you after asking, and you nod.
“Let those sit for a minute, set up suction, administer viscous lido,” He continues. “Start numbing the airway with MAD, give fent as needed for comfort while keeping her awake. Then I’ll do first pass.”
“You want me to set up your tray?” You ask.
He nods. “That would help, yeah, thank you.”
“You got it.”
Everyone can see that you’re slightly different with eachother, but not in the way they thought you might be. They expected a day filled with awkward tension, maybe even wished for it, but the two of you are just…softer. Leaving less unspoken than you usually would, making sure you communicate everything you need.
“Okay, let’s get in there,” Cassie says, and the five of you step inside the room.
You introduce yourself to the patient before Cassie can do it for you, saying your first name and walking over to the side of her bed.
“I’m a respiratory therapist,” You say, smiling, reassuring the patient with ease. “We’re gonna’ get you breathing better, yeah?”
“Yeah, right,” She says, smiling back, but her voice is laced with anxiety.
“You’re gonna’ do great,” You say. “You’ve got a really good team here.”
Dennis feels his chest and neck start to heat up when you look directly at him as you say it.
You move towards the cart, opening drawers and setting up the intubation tray for Dennis, placing two tubes down incase the larger one doesn’t fit. He walks her through what he’s doing as he moves, inserting the cotton and explaining what she’ll feel once it starts to kick in. You set up the MAD, coming back to the side of the bed once you’re done, viscous lidocaine in hand.
“I’m gonna’ put some of this in both nostrils, okay?” You say, showing her the syringe. “It’s like a jelly, it’ll be a little cold. Ready?”
She nods, leaning her head back. You apply the medication, handing the empty syringe to Princess. You pick up the MAD again.
“This’ll slowly go down your throat so I can numb your airway,” You explain. “It might not feel super nice, but there shouldn’t be any pain. If it hurts just grab my arm and I’ll stop.”
You advance the tube into her nose, the pacing muscle memory, keeping an eye on her to make sure she’s okay as you work.
“Push the fent,” Cassie says. Princess does.
“Almost there,” You say, eyes on the monitor. “You’re doing great, almost done.”
You pull out once you’re finished. “Dr. Whitaker’s gonna’ put the tube in now, okay?”
“Same thing, goes in slow,” He says. “Let me know if it hurts.”
You shift to stand beside him, not too close, just wanting him to know that you’re there. He takes the tube in his hand, gently inserting it into her nostril.
She coughs at one point, her sats dipping for a second, making him look at the monitor.
“Feels awful even with the numbing, I know,” You say. “Slow, deep breaths.”
She listens, the coughing fading out, her chest rising and falling more rhythmically now. You give Dennis a nod.
You set up the vent once the tube is in place, then you step outside, finding a computer to start charting at. He comes out a few minutes later, landing beside you, making you look over.
“Thank you,” He says. “You were amazing in there.”
“I try,” You say, teasingly. “You did great too, you didn’t even need me.”
“I did,” He counters. “I always do.”
Robby calling his name cuts the moment short, and he glances over his shoulder before looking at you again, quickly.
Satoru and Suguru are your Fairy God parents. Yep - two six foot four, big ass fairies with blue and purple wings, they love to be your fairies too! They give you anything you want - but problem is, you want them. That could never work, right? So nothing to do but ask them to grant you a boyfriend for Valentine's day. Can they really grant that, when they don't want anyone near their pretty human!?
pairings - fairy Toru x reader x fairy Sugu
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You’re having a normal day with your fairy god…
Can you really call these two fairy godparents?
It’s what they are, right? Yet it’s hard to call the two six foot four men who appeared in your life years ago that. Blue eyed Satoru with his big mischievous grin, Amethyst eyed Suguru with his quiet little smile, the two of them look more like disney princes… or princesses, in the case of Suguru’s beautiful locks – than they do actual ‘godparents’.
Yet one night after the worst, most disastrous prom ever, they’d appeared right in your bedroom with a puff of smoke and glitter, you wondered if someone had slipped some sort of psychedelic in your prom’s punch. Sobbing on your bed and then two of the most gorgeous men grin at you, it seemed as if you were trying to get over the fact that your boyfriend dumped you mid dance.
Oh… it was also your birthday.
Happy eighteenth birthday.
You have seen them every day since then, at one point you thought you must have something completely fucking wrong, your therapist said it was trauma making you see imaginary things that aren’t really there. Once you got thrown in a seventy two hour evaluation from your very concerned family.
Satoru was popping the xanax they were giving you in there, yeah he was a fairy but he seemed to love human things. If it wasn’t boba, it was mochi, if it wasn’t that – it was whatever pill or substance the little shit could find. Suguru was a lot calmer, but that didn’t fool you entirely. He could be just as insane as his white haired counterpart, he just hid it better.
Throughout college they’d made sure to fumble any and every opportunity, any time you got too drunk they’d poof you home, and that made you sick and dizzy, getting teleported. They’d do some fairy magic to fix that nausea, hydrate you with a damn hospital IV, you don’t even wanna know how they get that, and you can’t complain, not when it’s the best cure for one ever.
They’d make sure you had breakfast and you’d all talk, boys forgotten, eating the fluffiest pancakes. Satoru loaded them with whipped cream and sugar like he was buddy the elf himself, the loads of syrup all over should by all means make anyone sick, but you suppose those are one of the many perks of being a fairy.
Suguru would nibble fruit, that was some of his favorite, feeding you little bites as his wings fluttered. You have to admit, being alone with them?
It was perfect.
The problem was they don’t exist in the physical sense to any other humans, very few adults can see who they’ve got assigned to them, and even if they have fairies, there are rules. You couldn’t tell anyone about them, you couldn’t wish for them to be real, and you couldn’t wish to go to their realm, all three wishes that make the truth difficult to handle.
You’re madly in love with the two invisible, flying six foot four mythical beings – oh, both of them too, just to add to the ridiculous statement.
You didn’t only love Satoru, or only Suguru, there was no choosing who you loved more. Satoru and Suguru had been the source of your ovulation – twice a damn month sometimes, and the hopeless state of your clit once you have to pop a vibrator on it any time they get too close. You swear your pussy hates to see that high setting coming after they do.
Oh, and they get very close.
Satoru is clingy as fuck, and even Suguru loves to hug you, pick you up and twirl you. Satoru would jump up and somehow cling to your body, wrapping all around you and weighing nothing. He’d just sort of float with his wings fluttering as he wrapped around you like a little monkey, Suguru would float right next to you, and people would look at you when you talked to them.
You tried not to speak to them in public, as to not seem like a complete psycho, but they were hard to ignore.
They each made it their life’s goal to get your attention – Satoru is a very, very needy Fairy, and Suguru isn’t much better. They always get mad when you ignore them or try to have any sort of life away from them, and somehow you always end up back at your place after a night out. They have no issue taking you from any party, date or get together, even now that you’re grown.
Tonight they’ve done it again, you were at a little get together earlier and they drove you so insane you’d been seen yelling at the air. Your friends were kind of used to it, but your Fairy Godparents were even jealous of them, they are toxic, yandere little fairies really. Only you would get stuck with the craziest ones.
Now, if they could do anything for the way your nipples pebble out, how your tummy clenches and your core aches, or help with your constantly soaking wet cunt? Well then maybe you’d be okay. But no, what could you even do, but wait till they give you a few moments of peace and use your wand until the damn thing dies, still utterly unfulfilled.
This can’t continue.
“Hey guys,” Satoru pauses his flying in little circles – he does that when he’s fidgety, Suguru looks up from the book he’s reading, sitting over at your window seat and taking over the entirety of it, a usual friday night for you.
“Yes?”
“I think I have a wish.”
“Let me guess,” Suguru teases with a far too sexy little smile, leaning back just a bit against the wall. “You wish for a lifesize cutout of that sorcerer you’re obsessed with?”
“No! I mean… yeah but… oh!” There it is, a cut out that poofed out of thin air, Satoru chuckles and wraps his lanky body around it, even the damn cardboard isn’t creaking under his weight with how he can hold it up. “That’s huge.”
“Bigger than me!?” Satoru flies down and stands next to it, straightening it back out, making you laugh softly.
“Maybe you’re bigger.”
“I am! Was that really your wish though?” Satoru asks, you look at both of them then, taking a breath and shutting your eyes.
It’s well past time to rip off the band aid.
“I wish for a boyfriend,” Satoru and Suguru glare, their wings stopping their usual fluttering, flying over so they’re right on either side of you. “What?”
“You wish for what now!?” Fairy godparent Satrou thwacks your head with his pretty blue wand, the star smattering his glitter everywhere, you cough as some of it – blueberry scented – hits your throat..
You wince and rub your head as a bump forms. “Ouch!”
“We must simply not have heard you right,” Suguru says now, stepping in front of you with his long, tapered fairy wings fluttering pretty purple glitter. “You didn’t say you wanted a boyfriend as a wish, did you?”
“Well Valentine’s day is coming,” You sigh and slump back in your chair, leaning back and frowning up at them. “It’s a love holiday?”
“We know, that’s why we show our love!” Satoru scoffs at you. “Don’t you remember us summoning a whole room full of chocolates for you last year?”
“I didn’t need all that…”
“What about all the plushies?” Suguru’s angry now too, you sigh, shaking your head. “What do we need to get you this year? We can buy all the roses there are!”
“I don’t need that… it’s not…” You pinch the bridge of your nose, sitting on the edge of your bed now. “Surely you all understand a girl has needs.”
“Needs?” Satoru’s wings are fluttering his pretty blue glitter, crossing his arms and tilting his head. “We give you everything you need.”
“I need things that you all can’t give me,” you blush now, eyeing the two handsome fairies that no one can see but you. “Do you get it?”
At first you thought you were fucking insane, conjuring the two of them up due to some break down. You’d test it out, wishing for the most random shit – emerald hair, bam! Your hair turned the perfect shade of it, no dye or bleaching needed. Wishing for the newest Gucci bag, whoosh it was there! Soon you were asking for the dumbest things – all the figures from your favorite anime, everyone couldn’t figure out just how you got the limited collection.
There were certain rules – you couldn’t just wish for anything that would affect other people, certain things had consequences, but Satoru was always down for the batshit crazy wishes, with Suguru having to fix your messes. Admonishing you both when he had to wipe the memories of everyone around you, sometimes things had more repercussions than you thought.
"Excuse me?” Satoru's wings start flapping again, but it's more like an agitated buzzing, he’s floating and his head hits your ceiling like it usually does, arms crossed. "We give you everything, you brat!”
“You’re calling me a brat!?”
“Yes, you are a brat,” Suguru rubs the back of his neck when you glare at Satoru. He can’t help his friend being just…
An idiot.
“Your favorite boba tea, all the clothes you could ever want, that weird sorcerer figure you wanted!"
“He’s naked too,” Suguru chimes in, you giggle and look over at your prized figure, biting your thumb and admiring his abs. “You are such a spoiled girl.”
“Extremely spoiled!”
You cross your arms now. “I didn’t ask you all to! Not my fault you’re assigned to me,” you trail off then. “Like I said, I need things that you all can't give me."
Suguru and Satoru exchange a wide-eyed, panicked glance. “One moment, mmkay?” Satoru says, they disappear and you blink curiously.
“We can’t just let her have a boyfriend!” Satoru’s flapping his lanky ass arms. “Sugu, no way, I can’t deal with that.”
“I know, you think I wanna see her with someone,” he grimaces, wiping a hand on his face. “It’s bad enough constantly scaring all the men that come near her, god it’s been years of this now.”
“I know… What needs!? Sugu, what needs is she on about?”
“Maybe…” Suguru blushes furiously now. “Oh.”
“Oh, what?”
“She needs…” They both look at each other, but Gojo is just blinking. “Satoru you don’t know…”
“Know what?”
“About how women…” Satoru just blinks his snowy white lashes, Suguru sighs, not wanting to have to explain his own limited knowledge to his utterly clueless friend right now.
“Women what? You mean like how she has that naked sorcerer?”
“Yeah sort of,” he trails off. “Shit it’s probably been a while, let’s go back before she’s asleep.”
The two tall fairies are popping back in your room now, poofing out of nowhere as they do when you’re already under your blankets, having vibrated your clit underneath your shorts. The thing falls from your hand as you instinctively start screaming out at the intrusion, and they scream back, as if frightened by you.
Dear god.
“What the fuck, do you all ever give me notice!? It’s been almost an hour!”
Things work differently in the Fairy realm – Satoru and Suguru realize it’s already nighttime by the moonlight filtering in through your window, when they hear buzzing going off, the two of them stare down at your bed.
“Something’s wrong!” Suguru’s worried, and you wanna fall into an abyss to avoid these fucking looks they’re giving, waving their lanky arms all around.
“What’s hurting you!?” Satoru’s panicked voice just makes you more mortified.
“N-nothing is – oh my god go!” Too late, your vibrator is snatched up by Fairy Satoru, who stares at it curiously, before looking down at your thighs, pressed together with slick dripping down. “Get out I swear to god, please go.”
“You’re… are you… what’s…” He presses the button and hums a bit. “It’s soaking wet, are these your tears?”
“No!? Oh god kill me,” you curl up in a ball, grimacing now as the white haired fairy has your damn cunt all over his fingers.
Long fingers.
UGH.
“Satoru I think that might be…” Suguru has sort of heard of that – sex, pleasure, but as Fairies things don’t really work that way. Some of their Fairy friends – especially Fairy Toji – indulged in the pleasures of women, but Satoru and Suguru were not experienced, you were their first assignment!
But…
That’s your juices slicked all over the vibrator.
“It’s not salty at all,” Satoru sucks it on his finger, and your mouth drops. “Mmm, your tears are actually sweet pookie!”
You want to get swallowed into a fucking hole.
“It’s her…” Suguru is bright red now, clearing his throat as Satoru just tilts his head curiously. “Her uh… that’s a toy I think.”
“Toys, I got you so many plushies! And POPS and figures!” Satoru admonishes you, pressing at your button now over and over and making it higher, much to your mortification. “Why won’t this weird pink toy stop making noise?”
“It’s a…” Suguru trails off and you sigh.
“It’s my vibrator, okay?”
“It’s a what now!?”
“Just get out you two, god you know I do need some privacy!” You stand and give your fairy godparents far too nice of a view of your thighs. “Don’t make me say it.”
“No, no,” Satoru hands you the vibrator that is still fucking going wild in his huge ass hand, pouting all cute. “We’ll try to find you a boyfriend but you know the rules. We can’t make him fall in love.”
“That’s cupid’s area,” Suguru says, his gaze flitting across your body, you’re half naked all the time around them, as if you didn’t realize what it did to them.
Satoru’s throat goes dry, gaze slipping down your body with Suguru, amethyst and sapphire eyes making you burn with the attention. For the longest time, you wanted more with them, to touch them, have them touch you, it’s the damn reason you want a boyfriend – to forget that they can never really be yours.
They’re immortal fairies – or at least they age very slowly, you’re not a hundred percent sure how that all works for them. Yet you’re a human, surely once you got past your thirties – and you were already almost in your mid twenties – you’d already be way older than them physically. How would that ever work? And that’s assuming either of these two look at you that way.
“Just let me get to sleep,” you frustratedly lay back and sigh, covering yourself up with a blanket. “Out you two!”
“Fine, hurt our feelings!”
“Satoru…” Suguru leans down over you and brushes your hair back, you can’t help but swallow nervously, his purple fairy dust is all over and has an intoxicating effect on you. “Are you really sure about this, Princess?”
You nod, earning his sign, two lines between his dark brows you move to smooth out. “It will mean I’ll need you all less, isn’t that good?”
“You think we want that?” Satoru flies over you, bashing his head on the ceiling and wincing. “Damn it…”
“Calm down and just come here,” he hovers over you, and you press a kiss on his cheek, then turn and press one on Suguru’s cheek, feeling their warmth, fairies run extra hot. “I know I’m a needy mortal.”
“We love that about you though,” Suguru’s words have you heated up. “We want to take care of all your needs.”
“Even the weird shaky toy,” you giggle at Satoru’s cuteness. “I’m serious, I can hum too! Look!” Satoru’s flickering his tongue and damn near ruins you.
“Oh god…” You brush his hair back, wishing for a moment he’d get it, god it wouldn’t take anything but them to say the word, and you’d give up any hope of a human existence.
Spread your thighs and let Satoru try to replicate ‘your toy’ that you literally only need because of them, the temptation literally fluttering over you. Suguru seems to get it a little more, but Satoru’s so fucking precious it hurts.
“You two must be tired of all I ask for, though, right?”
“Nope, not at all,” Satoru says. “Why would we ever be.”
“We love giving you your wishes,” Suguru says softly. “You think we don’t?”
“You really do?” You get a little emotional, Satoru swipes away that lone little tear.
“Yes, we can at least see what we can do on the boyfriend,” Suguru has Satoru furious. “We will if it’s her wish, right Satoru?”’
“It’s not acceptable!”
“Satoru…” You pout all cute, melting him as usual.
What a cruel little human, to look that adorable as she singlehandedly breaks Satoru the fairy’s heart. He knows Suguru is upset too, even if he holds his composure a little better. For now he nuzzles your nose, achingly close to trying the kiss thing he’s seen in the movies with you, but he holds back a bit, tilting his lips up instead,
“Whatever you want,” Satoru smooches your forehead with a soft smack of his lips, your lashes flutter shut at the sweet press. “Good night, spoiled brat.”
“Night Toru,” Suguru kisses your cheek, you ache at their sweetness. “Good night Sugu.”
Your fairy godparents disappear in a puff of sparkles and glitter, leaving you to snatch back up your vibrator the moment the coast is clear, whining out in frustration as it takes even longer to reach than usual. You may or may not picture two fairies on your clit instead of your toy.
*****
Date number one
This date is sweet, he’s got these soft hazel eyes, a gentleman by all accounts of the word. He’d been just ever so ‘compelled’ to ask you out for a date. In Satoru and Suguru’s opinion he was a little too perfect, they watched him while glaring, arms crossed floating in the corner of the restaurant. When he brushes your hair back Satoru’s wings flutter so quickly the entire room gets slightly fucked up off his fairy dust.
“Satoru,” Suguru admonishes, but he hates it too, he's just a little better at hiding it than his friend. “This is what she asked for.”
“Doesn’t mean she’s right. I know what’s best for her-”
You hear them and turn, glaring.
Satoru wiggles his fingers and grins like the little psycho he is. “Do you like anime?”
“Oh,” you look at the man now, smiling brightly. “How’d you know!”
“They’re all over your purse,” you giggle at that.
“I do, do you like it too?”
“Great they’re fucking bonding,” Satoru’s devastated, leaned back against the wall, summoning a giant boba tea and wrapping his lips around the straw, sucking the little bubbles into his mouth. “God I’m gonna be sick.”
“You don’t have to be here,” Suguru’s words just piss Satoru off more, snowy lashes lowering as he glares at his sometimes best friend. “You’re the one who didn’t even know what a vibrator was.”
“I still don’t know what a vy-bray-tor is!?” Suguru snorts. “What, we’re not exactly getting pussy in the fairy realm!”
“Satoru shush.”
“They can’t hear us!”
“She can!?” You’re scowling again, they grin and wave.
“What anime do you watch?” You ask your date, trying to focus – you can’t live your entire life a hopeless damn virgin who can’t even masturbate in peace, pining for fairies at your grown ass age.
Like would they watch you fuck too!? The thought of that makes you panic, they already were not even able to not pop in when you showered and carry on a damn conversation like any of this was normal. You barely focus on what your date is saying when you hear Suguru explaining a ‘vi-bray-tor’ and Satoru arguing that his mouth can vibrate better.
Is he trying to ruin you!?
“I love that robot one,” your date says, you blink curiously.
“What robot one?”
“You know… the robots…” He trails off and you hear Satoru humming then, standing up quickly.
“Excuse me just a moment!”
“Oh, sure…”
You’re walking out and scowling at the two fairies as you rush past to the girls bathroom, of course they appear as you’re washing your hands, you jolt – you think that it’d be less of a surprise when they poof out of thin air, but it always jump scares you. Satoru and Suguru’s reflections in the mirror and all you can think of is how tall they are, how perfect.
You swallow nervously before glaring at their reflection.
“This is a ladies room y’know.”
“We see you’re bored,” Satoru flits over and sits on the counter, Suguru is right on the other side of the sink, the two of them smirking down at you. “So bored, y’know ya wanna come home already.”
“We can do so much at home,” Suguru practically purrs those fucking words, you sigh and roll your eyes, going to grab a napkin and getting your wrist gripped by Satoru’s big hand, water droplets falling just a bit.
“Toru,” you swallow nervously when he leans forward, his lips just an inch away, tilting your chin up with his other hand.
“You know he doesn’t like what you do, he’s acting as if he does, we are the ones who you geek out to,” Satoru’s voice about breaks your resolve.
It would be so easy to let it happen, to just forget about having some sort of life – let it only be them until they move on. Yet the fear of it all hits you all over again, making you gently tug your chin away from him. Satoru’s eyes narrow at you, and you can feel Suguru’s gaze, overwhelming.
“You’re not human and I am though,” they frown as you tug your hand out of his hold, lips trembling just a bit. “I need to go back to the date.”
You rush out, leaving the two fairies even more confused at what their human is going through.
*****
Satoru and Suguru left right after that, you get emotional just thinking of it – how badly you wish that they were human, so you could feel all the things you do without it being an utterly hopeless endeavor. Yet you must try – so you enjoy the company of the handsome man they’ve sent, and soon you’re both at your house, the coolness of the night making you shiver.
You wrap your arms around yourself a bit, hands running up and down your shoulders and arms to stay warm, smiling up at your date.
“I had a great time,” you curse yourself for being awkward, but it’s not like you really have any experience of which to run off of. “Um, really great!”
“I had a great time too,” he leans down as you both stand in the front door, cupping your face. You’ve hardly even had kisses with your cockblock – pussy block!? – fairies around you all the time, so you get just a little nervous. “Should we do this again?”
“I’d like that,” you smile and your eyes shut, letting his lips press yours when suddenly an insane gust of wind starts blowing. Santa Ana level winds that are poofing your damn skirt up and whip your headband right out of your hair. “Oh gosh! I don’t know what…”
You narrow your eyes and peer behind him then.
Satoru Fairy fucking Gojo grinning like a little psycho and moving his long ass fingers in swirling motions. Suguru is a damn enabler, he acts like he’s not actively laughing at your date’s glasses and tie half blown off, sobering and admonishing Satoru until he stops it.
“Shit, the wind,” your date tries to right himself, blinking dry eyes as you adjust your dress carefully. “I’ll call you?”
“Yes, of course,” he looks around rather confused at the now completely still night air that’s surrounding you all, before hopping right in his car and driving off. “You two, get in now!”
They look at each other and curse in fairy language.
“I said, now!”
“Fine! You’re so bossy!” Satoru flies in first, Suguru after, trying to act all innocent as if you’ll buy it.
“I told him not to, princess.”
“You were laughing, I saw,” you sigh and take off your shoes, glaring at Suguru, who pouts all cute like he’s innocent. “You’re just as bad as Satoru.”
You pull up your phone then and sigh.
“Oh…”
“What?” Satoru frowns and flies up to you, leaving a little trail of glitter in the dark of the living room.
“He asked for nudes.” Your eyes shut. “God, men.”
“See!? It’s what we were warning you of, protect you! But no.”
“Satoru,” you stop him when he goes to follow you towards the bathroom. “Can I please have a bit of privacy?”
“You’re not taking nudes are you?” Suguru demands, his eyes narrowing, you snort and shake your head.
“Nudes like… naked? We see you naked!”
“Can you not?” Satoru and Suguru frown. “I need another date, okay? This one isn’t gonna work.”
“Why do you need a boyfriend?” Satoru’s flying up to you, tilting your chin up and fucking your mind up more than usual – your cocktail of pills never seemed to work well enough to keep the filthy thoughts you have of their lips on you away.
“I told you I have needs, you all can’t be looking after me forever.”
“Why not?” Suguru’s standing in front of you now too, jerking your chin to face him instead, fuck is his hair silkier!? “We want to.”
“What about when I’m all old and shit?”
“Think we care?” You tremble as they get closer, Satoru leans low, his lips brushing against your ear, a hand on your waist. “We’ll take you back to our realm-”
“We can’t! The rules…” Satoru chuckles just a bit. “I can’t just leave everything, and you’d both be stripped of your crowns.”
“We could figure it out,” Suguru and Satoru are filling your already muddled mind with far too much nonsense.
“I’m a human, okay? That world isn’t for me…” Your hands grip each of their shirts, their cute little polos and ties they always wear, for a moment wondering just how good they look with them off.
With their ties wrapped around your wrists-
“I have to have privacy,” you kiss their cheeks quickly, just that alone ruining your resolve.
“I’ll go get you xanax!”
“You’ll take it,” you glare at Satoru but he holds up two fingers.
“I won’t!”
“I’ll run you a bath princess, hmm?” Suguru says softly.
“You’re buttering me up, I still want another date. Four days till Valentine's, I expect four dates.”
“Brat-”
“Satoru!”
Satoru glares at you and flies off. “I’ll take your xans.”
“You are the most annoying fairy!”
“I’m a FAIRY KING!”
“You’re a Prince at best,” Suguru corrects, earning Satoru’s scoff.
“I have to binge eat all your ice cream to feel better too!” Satoru flings a bunch of glitter and flies off, leaving you alone with Suguru, you laugh a bit but he’s very serious with how he studies you.
“You can’t agree with him?”
“He’s right, you live to hurt us,” he slips his hands in his pockets, hair falling across his shoulder. “We had to watch that painfully awkward date, meanwhile I had to instruct Satoru about vibrators.”
“Speaking of,” you shift a bit, biting down on your lower lip, Suguru raises a brow. “You seem to know things, do fairies…”
“Have sex?” You nod. “They do but it’s a little more practical there, procreation from the top families, and Satoru and I aren’t old enough even though we are rather old in comparison to you. Yet some fairies…”
“Some Fairies?”
Suguru grimaces. “They have fairy orgies.”
“Oooh,” your giggle makes him glare. “What? Sounds hot.”
“I’ll never take you to one,” Suguru flies you toward the wall until your back hits it, leaning down. “You don’t wanna know the fairies that go.”
“Bet it’s fairy toji,” Suguru’s scowl deepens, the fluttering of his wings turning into a soft buzzing with his irritation. “He’s kinda hot.”
“If it wasn’t against the rules to beat your backside I would,” you get far too excited by that idea.
“Sugu, do you ever um… want to… hook up with fairies?” Suguru shakes his head, opening his mouth to say it.
You’re the only one he’s ever thought such things for.
“Never anyone?” Your lips are too close, you can taste the sweetness of his breath ghosting across your lips, his own parted ever so slightly. “Are you both fairy virgins?”
“Are you one?” You look down and blush.
“Because you all yes, this is why I want… I can’t just have sex, okay? If I waited this long I want the full romance. Do you understand?” He swallows, parting his lips again to speak when Satoru comes zipping by, all fucked up, you roll your eyes when he smacks into a wall.
“Satoru, how much did you take?” Satoru’s grinning, summoning a giant blue iced cupcake in his hands, licking it as he laughs, his blue eyes all red around the irises.
“Hmm, just one but mmm, they’re so good,” he’s licking the icing with his tongue, crisscrossed on the floor.
“Don’t drop it on the carpet, Toru.”
“I’ll get you blue carpet,” he’s snorting, all xaned the fuck out, waving his hand so the entire floor is blue. “Hah – there.”
“Seriously?” You cover your face and shake your head. “I don’t wish for a blue carpet though?”
“Mmm, almost looks like my eyes,” Satoru lays back on your floor and crosses his legs – your now baby blue floor, slamming the cupcakes and moaning. “Mmm, should come eat one sweetheart.”
“You two should go home,” you frown a bit when Satoru looks at you from where he’s laying down, brows raised. “As in your home.”
“Do you not love us anymore,” Satoru sits up, you shake your head.
“I love you both too much, that’s the problem,” they go to open their mouths and you turn just a bit, looking back at Suguru. “I wish my dress was unzipped so I can get in my pajamas.”
Suguru goes to move his wand and then pauses, stepping over to you instead, your breath catches when his fingers grip that zipper and his other hand brushes your hair off one side of your neck. You tremble at the sensation, at his touch that feels too fucking good, you see Satoru flitting by, arriving with your favorite blue and purple pajama set.
Just like their eyes and wings.
Suguru lets the dress fall and you’re left there in just a bra and panties, Satoru’s lips part as he stands in front of you. Your heart is racing so fast you feel like it’s going to rush out of your chest.
“I wish my bra was off,” your whisper is met with Suguru unsnapping it rather than using his magic, and when Satoru sees your tits his cock immediately tents up in his pants, he uses your folded pajamas to cover it. “Thank you both.”
“Of course,” Suguru’s voice is hoarse, his hands brushing down your arms and then falling off.
“I wish my pajamas were on,” you test it, the new way they’re granting them, Satoru steps forward and opens the shirt up, slipping it over your head.
He almost busts when your tits jiggle just a bit, swaying ever so gently, slipping the shirt over them reluctantly, the backs of his fingers hitting the softness of them, earning your soft whine. He pauses and falters, sure fairy hands shaking, he’s never felt this for anyone but you and it’s scary, not knowing what it is, or what to do – only knowing he wants to claim you.
He lets the big shirt fall and then kneels, even as his wings flutter around, you balance on a shoulder of his while he slips up your shorts, seeing the damp spot against your panties. He almost whimpers from it, the scent in his nostrils, remembering how you tasted off your toy, slipping those shorts over, but not before he pressed his lips right over your waist band.
“Mnh!” Your hand entangles in his hair, heart hammering in your ears as you look down at him, Suguru at your back, Satoru kneeling.
You’ve had far too many dreams just like this.
“I um…” You almost do it, almost beg for it – what would one time with the men you love really hurt?
Yet if you get Satoru and Suguru, there’s no going back to normal, is there? You’d be all alone.
“Good night, you two,” you murmur instead, turning back and smiling at Suguru, kissing his chin, tugging Satoru up and doing the same. “I’ll see you all in the morning, right?”
“Right…”
You smile sadly as they poof into thin air, before leaning against your couch and crying out, touching the achy, slick mess the two have made of your cunt.
Satoru and Suguru are floating in front of your house, when Satoru lets out a loud sigh. “My uh… cock it’s…”
“Hard?”
“Painfully.”
“Same,” Suguru takes a breath and winces. “It hurts.”
“Me too… God, we’re gonna have to ask Toji,” Satoru sputters, waving his lanky arms around. “IF you want to please her, keep her? We have to.”
“I thought you knew the sex stuff - like the vy-bray-tor!” Suguru snorts at his friend, running a hand over his face.
“I know a bit, but it’s limited,” he sighs and looks at your house. “She’s trying all of this to feel loved.”
“We do love her!”
“Physical love Satoru,” he’s a blushing mess. “I want to give that to her… do you…”
“Yes! I mean uh… yes just…” He’s burning hot thinking of you, Satoru keeps thinking of that damn vy-bray-tor and how sexy you looked. He’s been leaking pre and aching remembering the taste of your slick on his tongue, Satoru could hardly handle how sweet it was on his tastebuds now that he knew it was from your… Suguru called it a pussy he thinks?
“You want to, and I want to so…” Suguru trails off.
“Do we do it too?”
“What, no!?” Satoru blinks his snowy lashes in confusion. “I don’t want to do them with you.”
“I’m beautiful!?”
“Debatable.”
“I didn't want to, I just was scared you wanted my fairy virginity!”
“I sure do not. I will deal with you when we are with her, because she deserves that much love.”
“You know Suguru, I swear,” his ears perk up then, hearing your high pitched little whines, the buzzing of your toy, his heart hammering in his chest. “I’m so jealous of that damn toy.”
“Same,” Suguru runs his hands through his hair, fluttering his wings to fly up higher, darting up above the trees. “We have to go see him.”
“This girl is such a brat, tch,” Satoru begrudgingly agrees though. “Fine then, let's go see that damn Fairy fucking Toji.”
*****
“Hah, you two twinks want advice from me,” Suguru and Satoru cross their arms, Fairy Toji is enormous, with black wings that are all sorts of torn up. The troublemaker of all the fairies, so fucking huge then he had itty bitty ass wings. “Oh, your human wants some dick? I’ll help her, no need to worry there.”
“Not you, us!” Satoru scoffs now, blue eyes narrowing. “You’re not touching our girl.”
Our girl.
Suguru smiles a bit at the sound of that, thinking that you’re theirs, surely Toji knew he had no fucking chance, even if you said Toji was ‘hot’ they chose to completely ignore that. You’ve seen him before since he’s one of your good friend’s fairies, but they moved far off. A moment for Satoru and Suguru, all the way across the country for you to see them.
Well, if they transported you, but you always got mad and sick when they did, plus you can’t hear this!
“Ya know how to make a woman cum?” He grins and crosses his arms – the only fairy to wear sweats rather than a nice fancy suit or beautiful dress, he was by far the darkest fairy in the realm. “I’ll tell ya how, but it’d be better if I demonstrated it to her.”
“You will not,” Toji snorted in laughter at Satoru’s indignation.
“Oh? You gonna eat her pussy then?”
“Eat…” Satoru frowns, Suguru’s once again bright red. “How do you know more than me, Sugu!? What is it?”
“Ah when you… taste…”
“It’s when you bury your face between her thighs,” Toji cuts Suguru off, a wide grin right on his face. “Fuck her pretty lil’ cunt with your tongue.”
“Put it in there?” Suguru asks, manifesting a notepad and jotting down what Toji says, as the huge fairy just chuckles. “In her hole?”
“Mmm, all three.”
“Human’s have three?” Suguru asks.
“They do, so do fairies you two are just all sheltered, princely this and that, you sure your family won’t be real mad you came to Toji?”
“We’re adults now,” Satoru pulls up a vision of you, on your next date all cute and giggly, breaking his damn heart. “See how happy she is? He’s touching her leg!”
“He can’t touch her leg!” Suguru flits over and pouts. “That’s our girl.”
“See what we mean? She’s so eager to be pleased that…”
“She’s ovulating, heh,” Satoru and Suguru blink and look at Toji who is licking his lips. “It’s when they’re so fuckin horned up they rock on your thigh, slick cunts all ready, that heat too? Bet she’s so fuckin’ hot there.”
“Toji that’s quite enough,” Suguru is mortified, his gists clenching as he watches the projection of you with a fuck ass date. “Just tell us how to get her.”
“How to fuck her?”
“No, get her so she never wants anyone,” Satoru’s eyes go insane as he imagines it – you ever telling them to go forever and meaning that shit. “Also yes, we wanna know how to make her… we want to be a vib-bray-tor.”
“A what?” Toji snorts and smacks his thick ass thigh in laughter, the fairies hair pricks on their necks.
“Her toy.”
“Ah, that,” Toji licks his lower lip, studying your image reflected against the pretty, puffy pink clouds all around the three of them. “Her vibe?”
“That’s what I said,” Satoru hums then. “I can do what it can, why does she even need it?”
“So ya gotta show her, vibrate on her clit.”
“Clit?”
Toji looks between the two of them and sighs, running a hand across his own face. “You all don’t know what a clit is?”
Fairy Toji has to summon a diagram out of thin air – one that makes the fairy princes blush. He takes his glittery black wand and smacks the board.
“Class in session.”
*****
“I'm gonna make her cum so much more than you can,” Satoru is snickering when they head over to spy on your date, but what they see upsets them, you across the table from the guy they’d begrudgingly had to choose. “Oh.”
“Oh,” Suguru murmurs dejected, you're so pretty tonight and just laughing, hair glimmering that jade you had asked them to turn into years back, your smile lighting up the room. “Shit…”
“She likes him,” Satoru’s wings start trembling, just like his lower lip with how upset he is, as they both look at each other. “He seems…”
“Perfect,” Suguru mumbles back, they both sigh and look at you, all giggling as your date is brushing your hair back. “We should be happy for her, we’re not supposed to have a human forever, right?”
“Right,” Satoru can’t help but feel sick to his stomach, his hands clenching and unclenching. “We have our responsibilities and shit.”
“Yeah, we do,” Suguru closes his eyes and shakes his head. “Still, I’d have done anything to…”
“Yeah,” Satoru’s eyes well up just a bit, little trickles of glitter slipping down his flushed cheeks. “Let’s go home.”
You feel them gone the moment they leave the restaurant – you can always feel them, when they enter or leave any room. Yet you didn’t hear them talk this time, usually on a date they were making some sort of insane mess happen, making sure to utterly fuck it all up for you – but today? They were quiet, they gave you time to talk to him, they were actually nice about it.
You should be happy, that they led you to a potential boyfriend, that they gave your mind just a bit of peace, that perhaps you can move on from them, that you can lead a ‘normal life’ and not watch the two loves of your life never age. Not pine away for them and then have so much pain when they had to go back, when they got assigned a new mortal to take care of.
You couldn’t handle seeing Satoru and Suguru with anyone else.
You laugh softly at something your date is saying, focusing on sipping your drink – you have to try.
But why does it feel so wrong?
*****
You walk inside and slip off your heels, the house is pitch black, but you start to see a glimmer of wings, the outlines of Satoru and Suguru standing in your living room. Satoru’s sitting on your couch right next to Suguru, leaning back all casual, the two of them scooch apart a bit, patting the space between them.
“Hey, princess, your date was fun?” Suguru asks, as if it’s so casual, you nod and walk over slowly, now bare feet padding across the soft carpet.
“It was,” Satoru leans forward a bit, taking your hand, making your heart race in your chest. “Hey Toru.”
“Hi sweetheart,” Satoru tugs you down, you turn so you’ve got your feet underneath you, arms wrapping around your knees. “He seemed nice.”
“He was,” you look to Suguru on your left, then back to Satoru on your right, heart racing in your chest. “Very nice.”
“That’s good,” Suguru smiles but it doesn’t hit his eyes. “So you think he could be your boyfriend?”
“He could,” you trail off now, seeing Satoru’s sad attempt at a curve to his lips. “I um…”
They break you, how sweet they are, how they look at you, how could you ever hope to truly move on when they exist? Suddenly it gets to you, the act you’ve been trying to play, so damn overwhelming you’re barely able to keep it together, tears slipping from your eyes, making them both react.
“Did he hurt you!?” Suguru demands, you shake your head, sniffling. “I swear if he did…”
“No…”
“We should have stayed,” Satoru grips your chin gently, swiping your tears. “I shouldn’t have left.”
“You were trying to give me what I wanted,” you barely keep anything together, trembling as the two of them lean in, their scents filling you.
They’re just consuming you.
“Then what is wrong, princess?” Suguru tilts your face to him, and you can’t help but glance at his lips.
Ones that have kissed your cheek, your brow, your head and your hand – how would they feel on your lips? Your heart races violently in your chest at the thought, his slight frown the only thing that breaks you out of it.
“Why are you crying, sweetheart?” Satoru’s gentle question draws your gaze back to your other fairy god parent. You take a shaky breath, hands on their thighs, sniffling as more tears threaten. “Want another boy?”
“No it’s just none of them are you,” Satoru sucks in a breath, his wings stopping their usual flutter, almost see through in the dark of your living room. “And none of them are you.”
That glance is directed at Suguru, who leans in and cups your face. “Not us, as in what?”
“As in no matter how perfect, I’ll always compare,” you shake your head, leaning right into Suguru, your lips almost brushing. “It’s not okay to feel this way about the two of you.”
“What way?” Satoru whispers against your neck, his hand slipping around to your waist and pressing against it. You peer back at him, swallowing, eyeing his glossy lips for far too long.
“I want you both,” they pause, saying nothing, and you sigh. “Not as in want you to be my fairies – yes, I love that. Yet I mean I want you both inside me.”
“Inside?” Satoru’s words are so breathy it just brushes over you, slipping his hand lower, making your tummy tremble, Suguru turning you to face him again, his soft lips just a breath away.
“You want us inside you?” You swallow again, audibly this time, so wet your cunt is dripping onto your couch even through your panties, making you shift just a bit.
“Do you all know how insane and wrong it is? I can’t want that.”
“We want to be… inside,” Suguru’s a flustered mess as he speaks. Your eyes widen now, hands gripping each fairy’s thigh that much tighter. “Inside you.”
“We don’t want you to have to use a toy,” You smile tremulously at Satoru, who’s brushing his fingers up your thigh now, earning you shifting your hips. “That toy made us very mad.”
“Did it?” You tease, giggling softly, before moaning, when Satoru’s long fingers slip up your slit. “I’m um, a virgin…”
“So are we,” Suguru kisses your cheek, then hovers over your lips, his eyes heavy and lidded. “But we’d love to be inside you first.”
“In all your cute little holes,” Satoru’s words fucking ruin you, his lips pressing to the corner of your mouth, fingers toying with the damp material of the soft cotton panties you’re wearing underneath your dress. “We studied.”
“Studied?” You ask softly, giggling when Satoru finally presses a kiss on your lips, touching your clit as Suguru’s hands brush the sides of your breasts. You let out a pathetic little whine, arching for more. “Studied w-where?”
“We had to ask Toji,” you giggle, but Suguru cuts you off with his own kiss, thumb brushing over your nipple, until you’re a writhing mess between them. “Mmm, do you want us to show you what we learned?”
“I do,” you sigh then, shaking your head. “But I shouldn’t, what about one day when I-”
“We’ll figure it all out baby,” Satoru grins all fucking cute against your neck. “You’re soakin’ wet for us, hmm?”
“Let us show you, princess,” Suguru’s voice is a low murmur against your lips, his thumb stroking your cheekbone delicately, the duality of the two fairies you love even more overwhelming.
Satoru’s fingers still press against your slick folds, his soft lips now trailing down your neck, nipping lightly with those sharp teeth as he endlessly teases your dripping cunt. You’re writhing, hips rocking up for more of his touches, as Suguru nips your lower lip with his teeth, you’re soaking Satoru even more, dying for it.
“We’ve been waiting for this,” Suguru says then. “Haven’t we, Satoru?”
“We have,” you gasp as his long fingers finally push your panties aside, sliding through your slit, spreading that wetness all over your puffy lips. “My turn.”
Satoru captures your lips in a messy, desperate kiss that’s all tongue and teeth, not deep and slow like Suguru, his tongue dancing with yours as Suguru’s fingers reach down and join Satoru’s, rough pads of them circling your clit.
“Ngh!”
“Fuck,” Suguru’s lost at how sticky and wet you are, watching Satoru kiss you, the two of them playing with your perfect cunt they’ve dreamed about. “Feel how wet she is.”
“I know,” Satoru murmurs against your lips, taking a breath. Your back arches as Satoru sinks one long finger inside you, your walls clenching around him. “You’re so tight, f-fuck…”
Their wings are buzzing and vibrating, making you vibrate yourself with their proximity. Satoru's finger is so long it hits deep, pressing up on your spot over and over, the squelching noises of it loud in your quiet apartment. Suguru’s stealing your lips again, your clit twitching underneath the pressure, gushing even more arousal until both men are easily sliding their fingers inside.
Alternation, Satoru inside, then Suguru and Satoru teases your clit, pushing you closer and closer until you feel as if you’re going to fall apart, clinging to both of them, soft whines escaping your lips. “Please! More…”
Satoru adds a second finger, stretching you out with those thick digits and scissoring in and out of that soppy mess your cunt has become. “Like this, sweetheart? Or do you want more?”
“S’good,” you’re mumbling, head falling back as both fairies kiss up your collarbones, your neck, breath tickling, maddening with how they’re working your cunt, so good you’ve never felt it. “More, more…”
Satoru chuckles now. “You want our cocks inside?”
“Please,” you moan then. “Room.”
Satoru and Suguru grin at each other, Satoru pulls out his fingers and slips them into Suguru’s mouth, he moans as he tastes your cunt off them. “Oh fuck, she is sweet Satoru…”
“I know,” your mouth drops open at the filthy sight, when with a flutter of wings, they lift you effortlessly off that couch, Satoru is carrying you down the hall as if you weigh nothing, Suguru rushing to open your door, setting you down to stand. Suguru unzips your dress just like he had the other night, the sound of the zipper echoing in the room.
“Tortured us tonight,” Satoru pouts all cutely, you smile a bit. “And the other night, having to see you like this?”
“I didn’t know that you would want this,” you admit, trembling when Suguru’s fingers brush across your bare skin, Satoru kneels right in front of you like he had when he’d slipped up your shorts, but this time he’s kissing up your thigh. “Mnh! Toru…”
“He taught us a lot,” Satoru murmurs softly, nipping your inner thigh and grinning so damn cute up at you again. “All about the cli- tor - iss.”
“Satoru stop doing that,” Suguru grumbles. “It’s a clit.”
“Yeah, that,” you giggle all breathless, when he tugs at your thigh. “Put it up on my shoulder and lean back on Sugu.”
“Y-yes,” you do just that, the curve of your back against Suguru’s hard chest, thigh thrown over one of Satoru’s shoulders, gasping when he nuzzles your cunt, his straight nose bumping it. “Nghh!”
“There it is,” he muses, Suguru’s hands come to grip your bare breasts, feeling the weight of them against his palms, thumbs brushing your nipples while Satoru’s fingers dimple the flesh of your thigh. “Hi there cutie.”
“You’re so crazy,” you say all breathless, he laughs and vibrates against it, the lines of his teeth on your puffy lips, you’re trembling, juices drippin’ all down his pretty face as he nudges your puffy lips apart. “My clit is cute?”
“All of you is, but she’s twtichin’ all adorable, hah –” Satoru laps the tip of his tongue up it, making you jolt, the sensations shooting up to your addled brain, his wings fluttering so that all the fairy dust hits your senses. It just makes it feel that much better, more pleasure, so much you almost cum from nothing. “Mmm…”
“God,” Suguru looks at your face – the pleasure on it, his own cock straining against the small of your back, thumb and forefingers tweaking the peaks of your breasts, making them even more sensitive. “You like him licking it Princess?”
“Mhm,” you’re nodding weakly, a hand entangled delicately in Satoru’s pretty white locks, thighs trembling as your cunt just spurts liquid drips all down him, his tongue gathering it all at your entrance, gulping it down greedily. “Toru… Sugu…”
“That’s it,” Suguru whispers, wrapping a hand gently around your throat and applying pressure, thumb right over your pulse point that’s fluttering just like his wings, softly brushing against you and wrapping your upper half. Everywhere they touch sets it on fire. “We researched you may like some pressure on your throat, but I will be very careful. Do you want that, pretty?”
“Y-yes,” are you having a wet dream, no way Suguru – your fairy godparent – is asking permission to choke you, while Satoru’s lapping up your slit all greedy. Surely you are violating every Fairy Godparent code known to man.
Yet, when Suguru squeezes and kisses you, and Satoru’s fingers bruisingly grip your hips – it’s worth whatever insane ass fairy jail you’d have to go to. Arching and rolling your hips to fuck Satoru’s pretty face with his urging, Suguru applying more pressure to your windpipe until you’re dizzy, cunt pulsing around nothing, aching to get filled.
“Are you close, sweetheart?” Satoru asks, flicking his tongue again, you nod and he grins. “Then cum for us, let us see. Please?”
“Pretty Please?” Their wings buzz as you nod weakly, Satoru sucking your little clit in his mouth and humming.
Oh he is better than any vibrator, stroking his own cock to get some relief, fluttering his tongue so fast you shatter for him, cumming with gushes of slick that spurt and drip all over his face. He drinks it down greedily, moaning and lapping every little bit of it he can, your hands pulling his hair so hard it hurts – just making him leak that much more pre for you.
“You’re so good for us,” Suguru whispers, releasing your throat and kissing up it like a little apology, where his fingers had gripped, you’re gasping for a greedy breath, eyelashes fluttering when Satoru kisses your cunt and eases your thigh down.
“Better than your toy?” You giggle at that, nodding, he stands and kisses you, spitting your own release right into your mouth, before he picks you up and lays you down on the bed, you bounce gently, watching as the two of them go to undress.
“Wait…” You bite your lip, leaning up on your elbows. “I wish for you both to just be naked already.”
Poof goes their clothes, Satoru’s lithe and cut frame next to Suguru’s – just a little broader, muscled thighs and their skin damn near shimmers underneath the soft lights from your ceiling. Their wings are even prettier like this, little motes all over the room escaping with every gentle buzz.
Their cocks are bigger than you even thought – thick, veiny cocks that are damn near the same size, Satoru’s is a little more curved up, a pink blushed tip with so much pre leaking out of it. Suguru’s is a little darker, his cock smacking his belly button before hanging there. The two of them are so ready they’re dripping all that cum down on your carpet.
You sure the fuck won’t complain.
Though…
“I don’t know if you all will fit,” you murmur, they’re both over eight inches and thick and you haven’t even gotten to take cock yet.
“We will,” Satoru grins and walks over to you, pressing you down on your back, his pre cum dripping across your lips, making them white as you open your mouth, licking his tip and making him cry out. “Oh your mouth…”
Suguru settles between your thighs, laying prone and moaning at the sight of you, parting your lips. “You’re so much prettier than that chart.”
“Chart? Mph!” Satoru shoves his cock inside your mouth a little too eagerly, you moan around it, feeling Suguru’s hot tongue run up your slit, shoving your thighs up a little too eager, rutting his cock on your mattress.
“Fuck s’pretty,” he mumbles, pussy drunk off two licks, he’s not the usual controlled, calm Suguru – no he’s a munch, devouring your cunt as he slides two fingers deep inside, the dual sensations plus Satoru’s cock in your mouth too fucking much. “Mmm, taste s’sweet f-fuck…”
“Feels s’perfect,” Satoru’s whimpering, rutting his cock greedily now into the warm recesses of your mouth, you swallow reflexively, he’s brushing your hair back gently, reverently brushing his fingers on your cheekbone. “Better than a-anything, you’re all ours.”
Theirs.
You’re theirs.
It keeps echoing in their minds, as Satoru fucks your throat and Suguru has you squirting across his fingers, against his plump lips, earning his desperate moans, pulling those fingers out and eyeing the mess that’s dripping down his fingers. He sucks them off, leaning over you now, you pull back from Satoru and Suguru kisses you, tasting Satoru’s pre and your sweetness on your tongue.
Before you can really comprehend what’s happening, Satoru’s behind you and you’re on all fours – earning a good girl from your fairy godparents. He’s swiping that pink tip through the soppy mess your cunt is, gathering it and easing in your entrance, Suguru’s laid in front of you with his thighs spread, letting you suck his cock, drool spilling down to his heavy balls.
Satoru leans over you, a hand brushing your hair to one side, kissing up the side of your neck, his wings are causing blue glitter to sprinkle and dissolve in the air, as Suguru’s hands gently tug your hair. “You all right sweetheart?”
“Y-yes,” he eases further, making you cry out, and they both pause, panicking just a bit. “I’m g-good, god don’t stop.”
“You s-sure pretty?” Satoru whispers, easing back and moaning, a low hum in his throat – seeing the way your cunt is swallowing him up, more of him disappearing in that tiny, quivering hole. “Just like this?”
“Yes, mmhmm!” Your mouth wraps Suguru again, he’s exhaling at the sight of your eyes rolling back in your skull when Satoru bottoms out with a squelching thrust, his balls slapping your twitchy clit. Your hands cling to Suguru’s thighs, feeling his wings brushing your face as Satoru’s brushes your overheated skin on your back.
“You’re takin’ me so well,” Suguru’s encouragement has you going deeper, Satoru’s bottomed out now, as you try to get used to the stretch, your cunt gushing and drooling, making every thrust just a little easier. “You’re full of us, hmm?”
“So full of us,” Satoru leans forward and begins to fuck you harder, tugging your head off Suguru’s cock so he can kiss you, hungry and messy, wrapping you with his wings in a gossamer shade of blue. “Feel us, sweetheart? You’re made for us – no boyfriends… fuck you’re too tight, mnh…”
“All us,” Suguru agrees, thumb slipping in between your lips and pressing as Satoru slams your cervix, easing back to grab your hips and rock his cock in and out, tip dragging along that sensitive spot inside.
You moan around Suguru’s girth as he begins to fuck you, the initial twinge of pain now pure ecstasy – Satoru and Suguru are taking you over, the mix of their wings fluttering and their cocks, hands, mouths a drug themselves. Their soft praises and little whimpers as they lose themselves with you.
Satoru’s pace turns brutal, the thing about fairies is they’re strong and fast, but you want it – arching back for every time his hips snap against your ass, your cunt just fluttering around him, making him cry out, fingers gripping your waist so tight. Every fuck makes you take Suguru’s pretty cock deeper down your throat, choking on it and gagging, tears prick at the corners of your eyes.
“Don’t take too much,” he whispers, his fingers tightening in your hair as he watches you bottom out. “Fuck, so greedy for us, aren’t you, Princess?”
You can only moan in response, the vibrations making Suguru tremble and pulse inside your stretched throat, already sore, your cunt steadily being beat up by Satoru’s huge cock, his wings flutter wildly as he gets closer, feeling you tremble all around him, sending another cascade of blue glitter raining down around you three.
“Cum for us again, sweetheart,” Satoru whispers, already so close he’s having trouble holding back. He’s never felt anything as good as your perfect little cunt – sucking him in like she’s made for it. “Let us see how pretty you are.”
You fall apart, barely able to cling to any sense of reality – you are getting fucked by your fairy godparents, after all. Your cunt is milking Satoru, your throat milking Suguru, the two of them whimpering as much as they’re moaning, fucking both your mouth and cunt fully, barely letting you get air.
“Gonna fill you up with all my cum,” Satoru whispers, burying himself deep and rolling his hips. “You want it sweetheart?”
Suguru pulls back, you watch his cock visibly twitch, his breaths ragged as they let you answer. “I want both of you to.”
“Good girl…” They both murmur it, and Suguru eases his cock back inside your mouth, Satoru slamming your cervix one more time, spilling his glittery – yes, fairy cum is glittery – white ropes inside your gummy walls, hot and thick just flooding you.
“Takin’ all of it, m-my good girl mnh,” Satoru’s whining desperately, fucking his cum inside you to plug it up and keep it there. Suguru follows moments later, his cock twitching as he paints your tastebuds and the roof of your mouth with his glittery release. You swallow every drop, it’s sweet, candy level sweet cum, you’re sucking it even after, until Suguru is a trembling mess.
“Princess, ah! T-too much…” You pull back apologetically, and they both smile at you.
“Still want a boyfriend, brat?” Satoru pulls out of you, watching the mess of white pour and moaning, taking his fingers and shoving it back in.
“Not at all… I just was so sure you all didn’t…”
“Hey,” Satoru leans forward and kisses you, swiping drool off the corner of your lips. “We love you.”
“We do love you,” Suguru whispers, leaning forward to pull your body against him. “So much. You’re ours.”
“I love you both, crazy ass fairies,” they laugh and soon you three lay there breathless, feeling their wings wrapping you in a shimmering cocoon, a mix of purple and blue, both fairies holding you close, and you’re just in a perfect little world with them. You giggle at the sensation, turning to see Suguru grinning all big.
“You’re so perfect,” Suguru murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “Absolutely perfect.”
“You are baby,” Satoru whispers, kissing your forehead, your nose, nuzzling it and sighing. “Worth breaking every rule.”
“How much trouble will we be in?” You ask then, their wings fall just a bit, both sighing at the question.
“Mmm, we will be in a lot of trouble,” Satoru admits, laughing just a bit. “But I already have my speech planned.”
“Dear god, let me write it,” Suguru’s kissing your shoulders now, his cock hard already, nudging your cunt that’s drippin’ Satoru’s cum. “S-sorry, I didn’t realize it would happen again so fast.”
“S’okay,” you’re arching back, making him hiss, as Satoru’s long fingers grip underneath your chin, slamming his lips on yours again. “What’s the plan – ah!”
Suguru’s pressing his tip inside, Satoru lifts your thigh so Suguru can go deeper, his own cock spurting pre on your tummy. You whine out at it, rocking back against him, Satoru’s rutting on your skin, his balls smacking against your clit as he uses any surface of your pretty body he can to fuck.
“Mmm, gonna tell ‘em you’re my bride,” his grin is precious. “They can’t say no to that shit.”
“I want her to be my bride,” Suguru slams in your cunt, Satoru gasps. “What, you thought you’d have her to yourself?”
“I’ll share, sometimes,” he’s yanking you to him, off Suguru’s cock, slamming his own back inside. “Mmm, tell him pookie, all me.”
“C-can’t you two share? Ah!”
“She’s mine,” Suguru has you back down bottoming out on his cock, you’re drooling against Satoru’s lips as he kisses you, using one of your hands to stroke his cock – still slick with you. “My princess.”
“Great, how are w-we gonna explain this?”
“We’ll f-figure it out,” you breathe out, feeling Suguru’s cock slam into you harder – skin smacking as his pelvis hits your ass over and over, making you convulse in between your fairy godparents. “Not tonight, just… wish you both to keep cummin’ inside me.”
Well who are they if not your fairy godparents – of course they’ll grant that wish for you. <3
this was sm fun aha, comms are closed atm but I should open them back up in march <33 hope you enjoyeddd
five years after his wife dies, jack meets you in a dingy bar. his therapist suggested that he dip his toes in the dating pool. it wasn’t about moving on, but allowing jack to grow.
he doesn’t expect to click with you. you’re young, so young in fact you were a baby when he was in the military. you have this innocence that’s soothing - you know nothing of war or death or struggle or illness. and that’s healing for jack in a way. because you absorb his sadness with no question, you pepper his face with kisses when he’s upset. you pull him along to trendy cafes, and yeah you’re building up his will to live again.
but you’re not permanent to jack. he had and will only have one wife. you’re so naive, doodling mrs. abbot in your school notebooks. daydreaming of a day where you’ll finally be his and his alone. the end of it all is when you have sex for the first time. more importantly, it’s your first time.
you lie and tell jack that it isn’t, but he just knows. he knows that he’s taking something from you. that he’s ruining you for any other man. for most men his age, defiling a girl like that is empowering. not for jack - it makes him feel horrible.
but you want it, so bad. your big doe eyes are peering up at him like you’re waiting for something special. you dolled yourself up more than usual, spending a little chunk of your college refund check to get some nice lingerie. jack knows how important the first time is, so he tried to make it special - rose petals scattered all over the floor, a nice dinner right before taking you home. but a part of him feels like he’s pretending.
the sex is good, robotic and methodological but good. jack knows how to make love to a woman, even though he doesn’t love you. or rather, love is blooming in his heart, but he’s too ashamed to admit it. he does all the right things - kisses you all over, tells you how pretty you are, eats you out until you see stars.
when jack’s really focused, he gets lost in what he’s doing. so much so, he doesn’t put a condom on. you’re too overstimulated to notice, and jack’s body is still hardwired to have sex with his wife. so he fills you up, only to clean you up and lay beside you.
you try to cuddle him but he inches away. in therapy he talks about it - jack’s therapist rightfully criticizes him for having sex with someone so young. someone who can’t even grapple with what jack’s going through. his therapist is right, so jack promises to end it right there. but before the therapist can advise differently, their zoom cuts out. their one hour slot is up.
you take it horribly, crying and sobbing in front of jack. you’re asking him what you did wrong, if having sex with you was that bad. jack tells you no, but it’s impossible to believe his words. you feel used - like a pocket pussy or something. you can’t believe that for a second you thought someone would actually like you.
jack blocks you on everything. no messages, no calls, heck even no emails. jack decides that he needs to start fresh too, so he downsizes from his apartment.
a couple weeks later you start feeling sick - nausea with vomiting. you don’t even remember if jack used a condom or not. fearing for your life, you take a pregnancy test. of course there are two pink lines.
your parents refuse to give you the money for an abortion. you should’ve known better than to sleep with a man twice your age. in a last ditch attempt, you try to go the pitt - but robby turns you away. you’re stuck between a rock and hard place, you try to do adoption, but the families pull out in the last minute.
so there you are, alone, stuck in labor for two days. the birth is bloody, painful, and when your beautiful little girl comes out, a part of your soul goes too. taylor isabella abbot is six pounds and four ounces, and she’s the most incredible thing you’ve ever seen. she’s got a set of lungs on her, but she’s perfect.
despite your postpartum sadness, you pull yourself together - your baby needs you. every single cent you have goes into making sure taylor wants for nothing. so you balance school and two jobs. you’ll do unsavory things to make rent even if it makes you sick inside. but when you come home and see your baby, ready to cuddle with her mommy. that lessens the pain just a little bit.
eight years go by. things get a little better financially. you graduate, get a nice job. both you and taylor get to have your own rooms in your new apartment. but the responsibility is getting to you. you barely eat or sleep anymore, a real laugh hasn’t escaped your mouth in years. but you’re good at hiding it - taylor’s none the wiser.
she has a new obsession with jack though. you’ve told her a lie - that her daddy loves her but he just can’t be around. you never say much more than that. you know taylor wants to know him - she looks in the mirror and wonders who gave her auburn curls and green eyes. you’ve tried, but jack’s address isn’t on the internet. he still works at the pitt, but a part of you is scared to go back there.
and then one day your car gets hit. you and taylor are both in pretty bad shape, and the pitt is the closest hospital. there was a 20 pile car up on the bridge, so you and taylor are one of the many, many injured. jack gets called in, even though it’s day off.
and to his surprise, an ambulance wheels you in. you’re barely conscious, blood is spewing all over your body. all you’re shouting is taylor’s name. and that’s when jack sees your, his kid for the first time, unconscious and strapped to a gurney.
bending you over my knee. hand rubbing slow warm circles on your ass first. feeling you relax into it.
pressing a vibrator against your clit through your underwear. holding it there. feeling the warmth of you through the fabric immediately.
“count for me.” bringing my hand down once.
“one.” your voice already unsteady.
rubbing the spot slow. pressing the vibrator a little firmer. feeling you squirm.
bringing my hand down again.
“two.” breathier this time.
feeling the wet spot spreading through your underwear against my thigh. the fabric getting warmer. damper with every second the vibrator sits against you.
“three.”
pulling your underwear to the side. pressing the vibrator directly against your bare clit now. feeling you gasp. the difference immediate. your whole body responding to the direct contact.
“four.” barely audible.
feeling your thigh wet against mine now. soaking my thigh completely.
“look at this.” pulling the vibrator away. running one finger through your lips slowly. feeling how slick you are. how warm. gathering it on my finger. “soaking wet and we haven’t even started properly.”
pressing one finger inside you slowly. feeling your pussy open around it so easily. taking it immediately. “oh.” tilting my head. “that went in so easily.” pumping slow. feeling every inch of you. the warmth. the slick. “you feel so good.”
bringing my hand down while my finger stays inside you. feeling you clench hard around it at the impact.
“five.” the word dissolving into a moan.
adding a second finger. pressing in slow. feeling you stretch around both. the resistance. the give. “breathe.” rubbing your lower back with my thumb. fingers holding still inside you. just letting you feel the fullness. “feel that?”
“yes— god— yes—”
“good.” not moving yet. letting you adjust. bringing my hand down again.
“six.” clenching hard around my fingers at the impact. soaking them completely.
starting to move my fingers now. slow deep strokes. not fast. just deep. thorough. curling slightly on every stroke. finding that spot. feeling you press back immediately.
“seven.” grinding back against my fingers between counts now.
pressing the vibrator back against your clit while my fingers keep moving. feeling you immediately lose any sense of rhythm. your pussy pushing back onto my fingers while your hips grind forward into the vibrator simultaneously. your body caught between both.
“stay still.” hand pressing flat on your lower back. working both at the same time. fingers curling deep. vibrator steady and buzzing directly against your clit.
pressing a kiss to your lower back. your spine.
bringing my hand down.
“eight.” the word breaking apart in your mouth.
“you’re doing so well.” fingers moving deeper. fuller strokes. the vibrator not moving. just sitting right there. “so incredibly well.”
feeling your breathing change. the way it gets shallower. the way each exhale comes with a small sound now.
“i need to cum.” grabbing my leg with both hands. “please. it feels so good. i don’t know if i can stop myself—”
pulling the vibrator back slightly. not away. just less pressure. “hold it.” fingers still moving. “not yet.”
“please— i’m trying— i really can’t— please it’s too much—”
bringing my hand down again.
“nine.” dissolving immediately into a sob.
“i know.” fingers pressing deeper. slower now. fuller. feeling every single flutter of your pussy around them. every desperate clench. “i feel how close you are. i can feel everything.” pressing the vibrator back fully. feeling your whole body shake. “you feel so good right now. so perfect. your pussy’s taking everything im giving it so well.”
“please please please— i’m going to— i can’t hold it— please—”
“one more.” bringing my hand down.
“ten—” the number barely escaping your lips.
fingers moving faster now. vibrator pressed against your clit.
“please— please i’m going to cum— please let me— please—”
“you can finally cum, sweetheart.” fingers curling one final time. “cum all over my fingers. right now.”
working you through your orgasm. removing the vibrator after you finish. putting it to the side. bringing you up into my arms to hold you, “you did so well for me, baby. i’m so proud of you” i coo at you, as i kiss your forehead, cheeks, jaw and finally your mouth. “let’s get you all cleaned up, and i’ll hold you while we watch your comfort show”
you couldn’t see your own hand in front of your face right now even if you tried. fumbling around in the darkness of your bedroom while he does every nasty thing he can think of to your body.
you feel useless without your sight. satoru on the other hand, thrives in the absence of it.
he sees differently than you do. he sees the outline of your body even from behind his blindfold, watching how you clamber onto your knees and take him into your awaiting mouth.
satoru sees the heat building in your core right between your legs. how you drive yourself closer and closer to an untouched orgasm just from sucking him off.
you try and look up at him from where you kneel on the mattress. just the way he likes when the lights are on. you think you might see the faint blue glow of his eyes in spite of the void between the two of you, but it’s gone as soon as his thick palm covers your eyes.
“don’t look at me, focus.” he says, slapping the tip of his cock against your tongue twice for good measure. you always seem to taste him better like this. left to your devices with only four of your senses while he utilizes his six.
he’s harder on you when the lights are off, more dominant. talks to you in the way people do when they just want the best for you.
in a way, you suppose he does. gojo just wants to make you both feel the best you possibly can.
your lashes flutter shut underneath his hand, and the noise of appreciation he gives you has your heat fluttering over nothing. you hollow your cheeks, taking him further into your mouth then you usually do just to hear it again.
“eager, are we?” he teases, voice a little shaky.
you try to picture the look on his face right now. if his eyes are screwed shut, milky lashes fluttering against his cheekbones. if his lip is curled into a snarl or pinched between both rows of teeth to keep himself stoic.
you swirl your tongue around the head of his cock, and the hand fisted in your hair tightens hard enough to hurt. satoru whimpers, high and long in his throat. you suppose the perk of the six eyes is feeling everything ten times the magnitude anyone else would.
you’re both a mess by the time he guides you onto your back and pushes in against the sticky resistance of your center.
“fuck, you’re tight.” gojo hisses, palms splayed against the inside of each thigh to hold you open for him.
you feel the stretch everywhere. inside, in this muscles that cover your pelvis, in your neck that strains to hold your head up on the off chance that you can catch a glimpse of where you both meet.
“what’d i say, hm?” his voice startles you out of your cock drunk haze. you let your head fall back against the pillows, foiled for the second time tonight.
“it’s pretty.” he mumbles, describing the view for you. “always is.”
you whimper, clawing at his bare shoulders to pull him flush against you.
five long fingers travel down the length of your sternum, stopping to press against the dull shape right below your belly button.
“can see that little bulge right here too.” he whispers, thrusting up to the hilt just to prove his point. you sob, so overwhelmed with pleasure that all you can do is lay there and take it.
you thank the the stars when satoru guides you onto your knees again. face down, ass up against the mattress like he wants.
the pace he sets is manageable, and in time you find yourself rocking back and forth with him, reveling in the wet sound of your bodies meeting.
“fuck me back, cmon.” he commands. as if you know the difference between up or down right now. he cracks his palm hot and heavy right against the side of your ass, and laughs. he does it again, softer this time. you realize he’s probably enjoying the way the impact makes your skin jiggle.
“nasty girl.” satoru whispers. “gonna let me do it inside?”
you nod, and his thrusts pick up. you wonder just how pathetic you look to him right now. feeling like a yarn ball of nerves and synapses waiting to snap. all sweaty and embarrassed when in fact, gojo is the most composed he’s ever been tonight, thumbing the blushing swell of your clit with a practiced efficiency only he can achieve.
you cum with an embarrassingly high whine, knees finally giving out under you when he floods your lower half full of his seed. gojo keeps his hips flush against your ass until the aftershocks die out, huffing loudly into the curve of your spine while he gives you everything his body has to offer.
you squeak when the weight of his form relaxes onto you, trapping you against the plush mattress. satoru only laughs and traces his palm up the side of your shivering body.
“let’s stay like this.” he whispers. “let’s make sure it takes.”
