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i have a very loose theory on why perhaps more people struggle with blue lock than with something like haikyuu for example but itβs literally just spontaneous speculation through the lens of my rather specific topics of personal interest so idk if itβs even worth writing down and trying to share lmfao like i really donβt want to sound insane or like iβm trying to come across in some sort of Way
okay so a couple people wanted to hear me blab about it so here is me blabbing <3
it has become increasingly apparent to me especially in recent chapters how the philosophy behind blue lock heavily engages with and appeals to the human sexual instinct. and before you go βrobin what the literal fuck are you talking aboutβ please just hear me outβ¦
the theory amongst typologists in the ennegram community is that humans are driven be three primary instincts: social, sexual, and self-preservation. each person possesses a relationship to all three to some degree but there is usually one that will take precedence in an individualβs life and therefore influence their traits and behaviors. there is a βdominantβ instinct, a βsecondaryβ or βneutralβ instinct, and a βrepressedβ instinct (often referred to as βblind spotβ) in everyoneβs stacking.
a very basic and not at all extensive description of each is as follows (just so you kind of get an idea):
self-preservation β preoccupation with bodily needs and comfort as a means of security and survival. so being oriented towards taking care of things like food, clothing, finances, health, home, etc.
social β the ability and desire to navigate the social sphere and belong to a group/contribute to society in some form. (utilizing this instinct does NOT correlate with being an extrovert or social butterfly btw nor is it exclusive to people who are more naturally skilled with social cues)
sexual β being attuned to attraction/arousal and repulsion; sensing the βchemistryβ between subjects and navigating this wavelength in search of the ideal βmate.β (this instinct does not however manifest as always being directly interested in or attempting to engage in literal sex)
but iβm actually going to provide a little bit deeper of an excerpt on the sexual instinct from notmytypeenneagram.com because i think it perfectly captures what iβll be getting into:
It tunes into a field of chemical reactions, sensing what potential energy exists within an environment and provoking it to destruction and consequent recreation. There is a necessary duality within Sexual instinct in order to instigate procreation: the roles of the hunter and the prey, the need to take its object of desire as well as to be taken by it β both are part of Sexualβs makeup. The Sexual instinct is the psycheβs need to obey the unnameable impulses and tugs that come from the most (subjectively) magnetic force nearby. This instinct opens the personality to whatever lights up or arouses the psyche, drawing it into the attractor, causing the death of the old for the promise of the new.
this is exactly whatβs happening in blue lock; in fact, itβs the entire purpose of the program developed by jinpachi ego. we literally have the allegory of athletes being βhuntersβ or βheroesβ chasing the thrill of becoming the ultimate predator in recent chapters (explicitly mentioned first in 319), and those individuals (especially isagi) charge forward to pursue this merging and devouring that will βcreate a new kind of soccer.β
you could argue the comparison to acquiring prey is more related to the self-preservation instinct of securing food, but whatβs more important in blue lock is the chemical reaction occurring during games, which is what the sexual instinct is all aboutβtapping into the energy and intensity of a situation rather than directly trying to secure material resources for the self.
and by default, the βmating ritualsβ as results of engaging with the sexual instinct are either going to attract or repel; that is the goal, whether it is explicitly βsexualβ in nature or not (in the most literal sense of βiβm trying to fuck you rnβ). so, as a series with this ideology at its very core, blue lock is going to appeal more strongly to some more than others.
βbut robin thatβs what literally any story does, people just like different thingsβ yes, but i think itβs notably more potent when it comes to a series like blue lock, at least from my own observation, because the βintensityβ or βaggressivenessβ is often cited as some of the reasons why someone either likes it or doesnβt.
and this brings me to my next point, which is that it is speculated that the sexual instinct is not as common to have as someoneβs dominant driver, and is also likely repressed or in the βblind spotβ of a higher number of people than the other instincts. now this doesnβt mean a ton of people arenβt experiencing sexual attraction or engaging in sexual behaviors etc. etc. and i wonβt trail off too deeply into why sexual instinct β straight up being interested in or having sex, but as iβve stated, the sexual instinct is more about βtapping into chemistry.β
itβs potentially difficult for people who donβt have it high in their stacking to understand, just as someone with the social instinct in their blindspot has a more difficult time grasping the function of it and why itβs so important to someone who has it as their dominant or primary fixation.
i have come to the conclusion that my own dominant instinct is sexual as navigating those βchemistry wavelengthsβ is extremely natural for me as well as being my psychological fixation. so thatβs why i feel more comfortable exploring this particular topic and why i also think i resonate with and deeply enjoy blue lock as a series.
HOWEVER!! iβm not saying you canβt enjoy bllk unless you have a higher connection to the sexual instinct. thatβs simply not true whatsoever. iβm just saying that iβm perhaps more directly understanding of the philosophy behind it because i have a heavy connection to the instinct it appeals to. so when i see players chasing those chemical reactions and βdevouringβ each other on the field, i know exactly what it feels like despite me not having been in their specific shoes (but am someone who has previously enjoyed sports and other things for very similar reasons).
also, the sexual instinct still affects people who arenβt tapped into it, because everyone still has it. therefore, even someone with sp/so (self-pres/social) as their stacking can either be attracted to or repelled by the series and other things that are heavy in this βmating ritualβ-esque energy, because thatβs kind of the whole point. the sexual instinct is push and pull; it seeks to navigate the wavelength of chemical reactions and subsequently βweed outβ the individuals who arenβt suited for the user.
whereas a series like haikyuu!! for example is what i believe to be more heavily imbued with the energy of the social instinct: group synergy and a sense of belonging. this will naturally appeal to a wider variety of people simply because it appeals to that instinct, and also because itβs believed that this is usually one of the higher instincts in most peopleβs stacking. which kind of makes sense, right? humans being social creatures and all; building societies and being extremely interconnected and whatnot.
so what @sandronesdove said in the comments about haikyuu!! seeming like a βkinderβ story is very true, because thatβs the power of the social instinct. people tend to gravitate more towards something that appeals to the innate desire to belong to the group, and just something that has more positive energy overall (and where more of the characters tend to stick around, or at the very least, be βembracedβ in some capacity rather than be eliminated or devoured like in blue lock, as are the respective functions of the social and sexual instincts).
SO YEAH. thatβs like. my theory. i also think bllk is probably commentary on some societal things in japan as well as other things, but as a white ass american bitch, that is not my area of expertise. i am also not an expert in enneagram or the instincts, but i have been regularly studying them for a few years now and have become more confident over time in my understanding of the various components. but it is very intricate and amazing and i am always learning new things and broadening my perspective so. yeah.
thank you for reading!!!
(also tagging @kameyyy because mey wanted to hear my thoughts <3)
As you glance down at the skimpy, khaki skirt and blue shirt thatβs missing far too many buttons on the top end, topped off with a silky, patterned yellow tie and heels that may actually kill you, you find yourself wondering again who in their right mind let Gojo pitch Secret Santa-style costumes for the Halloween party.
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β AKA what if nobody went to Shibuya and everyone went to a Halloween party instead?
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βYouβre joking, right?β
Thereβs a familiar chuckle that rings out over the phone, one that often signifies nothing good is to come when youβre on the receiving end of it.Β
βDoes everything fit?β Gojo asks coyly, as if heβs incapable of hearing the thinly-veiled threat in your prior question. It wouldnβt be the first time.Β
You glare at your phone where itβs perched atop your dresser before returning your gaze to the mirror in front of you, readjusting the blue button down shirt once again in an attempt to keep your chest at least modestly coveredβitβs a lost cause.Β
βWell, this shirtβs somehow missing half the buttons from the top,β you respond dryly, moving on to fix the silky, yellow tie with black spots thatβs secured loosely around your neck.Β
This is a disaster waiting to happen.Β
βAnd?β
βAnd my ass is basically hanging out of this skirt,β you continue, roughly tugging the khaki-coloured material down in vain, as if that will persuade it to extend past its otherwise permanent resting place against your very upper thighs.
βI really donβt see what the problem is.β
Kicking at the precariously tall pair of heels sitting on the floor waiting to wreck your feet, you grumble, βI canβt even walk in heels.β
βShokoβs house is small. Youβll be fine.β
You walk over to your bed, eyeing the gift bag that Gojo had left sitting on your desk at the school earlier this morning. Something still remains neatly placed at the bottomβa lacy, red lingerie set.
βShould I ask why you bought me lingerie, too? I donβt see how thatβs part of the costume. Unless Nanami likes wearing thongs on his days off.β
Thereβs that fucking chuckle again.
βNanami-kun loves the color red, donβt you know?β
An unwelcome flash of heat flares white-hot in your gut at the implication behind his words, and youβre mortified. βYouβre aware we hate each other, right? Have you been living under a rock? Heβll probably turn around and leave as soon as he walks in and sees me wearing this.β
Gojoβs chuckle turns into an outright laugh, and you can practically hear him shoving his stupid blindfold up to wipe away the tears of amusement prickling at the corners of his ridiculously blue eyes.
βHate? Yeah, sure. Alright.β
Asshole.
You hang up on him.Β
β
You had the (dis)pleasure of becoming acquainted with Kento Nanami just over a year ago, shortly after Gojo roped him back into the world of jujutsu sorcery, despite his best efforts to avoid it during his stint as a salaryman. Given that Jujutsu High isnβt exactly brimming with a large roster of full-fledged sorcerers, the two of you haveβnaturallyβbeen paired up on your fair share of cases.
To say that you donβt work well together is an understatement.Β
Nanamiβs straightforward and calculated way of operating in the field is a direct contrast to your fast and loose approach, one that relies heavily on acting on your feelings in the heat of the moment, rather than calculating precise, measured ratios that guarantee a critical hit.
Youβre too reckless.
Too emotional.
Too spontaneous.
Too sentimental.Β
You grate on him much in the way Gojo does, but whereas there are years of friendship that give Nanami the patience to put up with the strongest sorcererβs antics, he has no reason to extend that same courtesy to you.Β
Needless to say, heβd outright balked when Gojo happily announced that you were a grade 1 sorcerer as well, something that never fails to ruffle his feathers as he watches you flirt with dangerous situations time and time again just for the thrill of it, saving your finishing blow of cursed energy for the last possible moment.
βI canβt work with someone whoβs actively trying to get themselves killed,β youβd overheard him snapping at Gojo after your second mission together. βSheβs worse than you.β
βShe always gets the job done, doesnβt she?β
βAt the cost of my sanity, I canβt say itβs worth it.β
Admittedly, you may or may not exacerbate the issue on occasion, exaggerating the aforementioned behavior that you know gets on his nerves just to further get a rise out of him in your attempts to try and dislodge the perpetual stick thatβs lodged up his ass.Β
β
When Shoko opens the door to her apartment later that evening, the sounds of music and laughter spilling out onto her front step, she takes one look at your costume, eyes wide, and laughs, βOh, Nanami is going to love this.β
You exhale dramatically through your nose, though the exasperated gesture is thrown off by the way you then proceed to shiver, your meager outfit doing little to protect you from the crisp October air. βTell me again why we didnβt veto Gojoβs Secret Santa Halloween?β
She shrugs, stepping aside to let you in as she offers you a knowing glance. βI seem to remember you saying how fun it would be to surprise each other with costumes.β
βThat was before he picked my name,β you lament, glancing down at the outfit that youβve now begun to refer to as The Slutty Salaryman.Β
βGuess Iβm lucky you picked me, then,β she winks, waving a hand to show off the far more modest and fun rendition of Principal Yaga that youβd put together for her, complete with a faux cursed corpse seated on her shoulder with large googly eyes glued to its little bear face. βIf it makes you feel any better, someone with a sense of humor clearly got Gojo.β
Careful not to trip and fall to your death in the heels as you head through the entryway to the party beyond, which is bustling with a mixture of familiar faces and strangers alike, you scan the room for a tall head of white hair. True to Shokoβs words, youβre not at all disappointed when you catch sight of Gojo dressed as Gakuganji, looking completely ridiculous with fake facial hair, crudely drawn makeup to add decades to his appearance, and loose-fitting pants that are amusingly unflattering on his lean frame.Β
Itβs not quite revenge, but itβll do.
β
Two hours pass without a sign of the man youβre dressed as, and for a moment, youβre relieved at the thought that perhaps youβre off the hook. Every little smug, knowing grin Gojoβs been tossing your way will have been for naught.Β
But perhaps just to spite you, the front door swings open the moment you take a celebratory swig from the glass of wine in your hands, leaving Shoko to pound on your back while you start choking on the liquid at the goddamn sight standing before you.
Nanamiβs dressed as Gojo.
Sort of.
His blonde hair canβt quite disobey the laws of gravity like the other sorcererβs stark white locks, so it hangs soft and loose over the white blindfold on his face, which is lifted just enough over one eye so he can actually see. Rather than don Gojoβs typical uniform, Nanamiβs in an all-black suit (save for the tie he never goes anywhere without), the well-fitting material leaving little to the imagination as it snugly hugs his muscled arms and thick thighs.Β
Youβre too distracted to respond to the way Shokoβs snickering in your ear, and when Nanami turns around to talk to someoneβthus offering you a view of the outfit from behindβyou choke again.Β
Naturally, you spend the next hour doing everything in your power to avoid Nanami for reasons youβre not quite ready to examine, utilizing an excessive amount of mental gymnastics to justify the way you keep dipping out of conversations every time you catch a flash of blonde hair out of the corner of your eye. The confusing mixture of feelings youβre experiencing has sent your fight-or-flight response into overdrive.Β
Your concerted efforts take a nosedive when a far-too-observant Gojo manages to wrangle the two of you into a conversation before you can find an excuse to be somewhere else. Itβs disastrous at best, Nanami offering a blunt, disinterested list of every poor decision he felt that you made when Gojo asks how your joint assignment the other day went.Β
And just when youβre about to lay into Nanami about how difficult he made that mission, Shoko grabs you by the hip, resting her head on your shoulder with a smile as she turns to him and asks in a calculating tone, βNanami-kun, doesnβt her costume look great?βΒ
He glances at you with a gaze full of disinterest before turning to Gojo with an unimpressed look. βIβd never wear such a cheap tie.β
Nanami walks away to get another drink before you can think of a good comeback, though admittedly, the tie is a terrible knock off.
β
βShit, sorry!β
Cold beer splashes across your chest and soaks the front of your shirt as a man trips and stumbles in your direction, and you groan in annoyance at the feeling of the sticky liquid dripping down your skin. Despite the fact that you wave him off, heading toward the kitchen in search of paper towels, he follows you, spilling out a string of apologies as he himself scrambles for a pile of napkins.Β
Itβs an awkward shuffle of you trying to clean your chest off without flashing him and the man getting entirely too close as he awkwardly makes an attempt to dab your shirt dry. To your relief, he doesnβt make it that far, the fingers now wrapped around his wrist halting his arm midair.Β
βSheβs fine.β
Nanami.
The blindfold is long gone, leaving behind the rare sight of him with no glasses and soft, tousled hair. Internally, you scramble to rustle up the familiar feeling of annoyance that always weighs heavily in your gut at the sight of him. Instead, itβs all you can do to try and keep the hitch in your breath inaudible as you feel your stupid heart trip over itself.Β
βIβm justββ
βDo you need his help?β Nanami interrupts the manβs slightly slurred words, directing his steely gaze to you.Β
For all of the endless comebacks you can normally conjure up to hurl back at him between one breath and the next, youβre temporarily rendered speechless in confusion as to why heβs helping you. So instead, you just shake your head.Β
βShe doesnβt need your help,β he repeats, nothing friendly in the way he says it.Β
The man apologizes again as he drops your arm and scurries from the kitchen, and you turn away from Nanami, leaning against the counter as you attempt to catch your breath and school your expression into something that doesnβt scream, βWhy the fuck was that so hot?β
βAre you alright?β he asks carefully, the tinge of concern in his voice sinking into your bones.Β
Hand coming up short from the now-empty paper towel roll, you let out a sound of frustration, though itβs moreso due to the infuriating way your bodyβs been reacting all night to a man you normally canβt even be in the same room with without arguing about something.Β
βLike you said, Iβm fine,β you tell him sarcastically, spinning around and pushing past him to grab napkins from the table instead. When all else fails, deflect.Β
Unfortunately, spinning in heels is arguably one of your worst decisions of the evening, because you instantly lose your balance on the smooth tile floor. When you try to right yourself mid-step, the room tilts as the heel on one shoe cracks under the pressure. Your hands fly up to break your inevitable fall, but it never comes, a pair of arms wrapping firmly around your body and catching you.
Body momentarily on an angle as Nanami holds you against his warm, solid frame, you look up at him with a dumbfounded expression. If he did this in the field, youβd have jumped out of his hold with a snarky remark about not needing his help.Β
But right now?
Right now, you donβt know what you want.Β
He stares down at you, nonplussed. βYou canβt walk in heels,β he observes.
You blink.
βI canβt walk in heels,β you concede, for once not brimming with the fire to argue.Β
βAnd youβre still dripping wet.β
Nanami lifts you back into a standing position, napkins clutched in one hand as he stands on your side with the broken heel and wraps an arm around your waist, helping you to walk. You desperately try to ignore the way it feels to be tucked against him.Β
You hate him.Β
Right?
He has you facing the short hallway that you know leads to Shokoβs laundry room instead of the living room. βShould I ask where youβre taking me?β
He looks at you, sighing and shaking his head as he walks you toward another door, flicking on the light before he suddenly hoists you up without warning. You yelp at the feeling of something cold touching the backs of your thighs, short skirt and thin tights doing nothing to protect you from the metal surface youβre now sitting on. Glancing down, you realize heβs put you on top of the washer.Β
βHere,β he unceremoniously drops the pile of napkins into your lap. βI thought you might want to clean yourself up somewhere more private, given that you seem to be missing most of the buttons on your shirt.β
Is that fucking sarcasm in his voice?
He waves his hand in the direction of the damp blue button down, as if itβs not meant to be an imitation of his trademark outfit.Β
βAnd what are you going to dββ
Youβre cut off by your own gasp at the feeling of Nanamiβs hand wrapping around your ankle, the gentleness of the gesture a stark contrast to the way heβd nearly manhandled the stranger in the kitchen. He raises an eyebrow, holding up the broken-off heel in his other hand.Β
βCanβt have you limping around Shokoβs house the rest of the night, can we? Thatβs a disaster waiting to happen.β
You canβt bring yourself to argue, too mesmerized by the way he drags a hand through his blonde hair to push it out of his face, the stubborn locks fighting their way back across his forehead as his brows furrow together in concentration.
You want to card your own hands through it, to see what kind of expression his face will morph into.Β
No.Β
βI think theyβre a lost cause,β you sigh, leaning forward to take them off and admit defeat. Youβre sure Shoko has a pair of slippers somewhere.Β
You get a face full of Nanamiβs hair instead as he beats you to the punch, his long, deft fingers making surprisingly quick work of the tiny buckles as you try not to make it too obvious that youβre now purposely inhaling the scent of his shampoo for whatever fucking reason has compelled your traitorous body to do so.Β
This entire night is a write off at this point.
Head elsewhere, you belatedly realize that your legs are spread far too wide for the microscopic length of your skirt, which may be why Nanamiβs gaze has remained dutifully trained on your feet, rather than the bright red thong you know is staring him in the face. You try not to make it too obvious as you inch your thighs back together.Β
Putting your shoes on top of the dryer, Nanami goes to leave, turning his head to the side once heβs facing the door, βDo you want me to get Shoko?β
You should say yes.Β
You should say yes and watch him go back out to the party, letting the door swing shut on this strange, baffling detour in your contemptuous, stormy relationship.Β
Youβll go home and sleep off the tightening of your throat and the pressure in your chest, these hazy, confusing feelings sure to fade in the night, long gone after sunrise like the evaporation of morning dew.
But youβve never been one to make things easy for yourself.Β Β Β
βSo thatβs it?β
Nanami turns around fully, eyes meeting yours. βWhat do you mean?β he asks carefully.
βYouβre just going to go back out to the party?β Youβre not sure why youβre pushing him.
He takes two slow steps back toward you, hip brushing against your knee when he comes to a stop. βAre you incapable of getting off of the washer without hurting yourself, too?β
Thereβs an unfamiliar, teasing lilt to the way he says it, and you shift in place, blood prickling hot beneath your skin. Whatβs wrong with you tonight?
βYou really have nothing to say about my costume?β The words are out of your mouth faster than you can take back the idle thought thatβs been nagging you since he walked in the door.Β
Since you caught him looking at you from across the room several times after his initial biting remark about the tie, his expression unreadable.Β
Nanami scoffs quietly, the scent of his cologne licking its way up your nostrils as he leans one hand atop the washer, just beside your thigh. Veins bulge against his forearm, and you find yourself wondering when he rolled his sleeves up.Β
Electricity shoots down your spine as a caress of hot breath tickles the shell of your ear. βWhat do you want me to say?β
You stare straight ahead, not turning to face him. βHow much you hate it.βΒ
The air in the small room is thick with the tension that hangs heavily in the scant space between your bodies. Nanamiβs quiet for a moment.Β
βI do hate it.β
Why do you feel so disappointed by the response you knew youβd get?
Then, his dress shoes scuff against the floor, his right hand coming to rest on your other side as he slides over and cages you in entirely.Β
βI hate how badly it makes me want to fuck you,β he breathes out.Β
Suddenly, you feel far too hot and dizzy to be perched atop Shokoβs washer. βWhat?β
He chuckles darkly. βDonβt act stupid, princess.β
The air feels like itβs rattling in your chest as you inhale, your increased intake of oxygen doing nothing to clear your clouded brain. βYou hate me,β you say dumbly.
His thumb twitches, brushing against the outside of your thigh where thereβs a small run in your sheer stockings. The contact is so minimal, you barely feel it, but it leaves a burning hot brand echoing through your nervous system all the same.
Despite the fact that he has you caged atop the washing machine, heβs barely touching you, his body arched just enough to avoid the idle sway of your legs. His tie dangles in the space between your bodies, and you have to fight the urge to wrap your fingers around it and tug.
Nanami stares at you, an odd expression on his face. βI hate the way you make me feel,β he corrects you.Β
Oh.
βBut youββ
βYouβre reckless.β
βIβmββ
βYouβre insufferable.β
βWellββ
βYouβre too fucking smart to be risking your life in jujutsu sorcery.β
βYouβre one to talββ
βToo talentedββ
βWell that might be the nicest thing youβve everββ
ββyou have no regard for your own life in the field.β
βCanβt argue with that.β
βYou infuriate me to no endββ
βAre you hitting on me or trying to hurt my feelings I really canβt teββ
βYou drive me fucking crazy,β he rasps, chest heaving.
You stare at him, blinking slowly. βThe feelingβs mutual.β
He runs his tongue over his lower lip. βI canβt stand it.β
You can hardly hear the sounds of the party anymore.
βThen do something about it.β
Nanamiβs lips come crashing into yours, and every flickering ember in your body flares to life.Β
Thereβs a dizzying precision to the way Nanami kisses, mouth claiming yours so thoroughly that a moan crawls its way up your throat before heβs even begun to skirt the seam of your lips with his tongue. Your lips part for him, and he deepens the kiss, one hand cupping the back of your head as his tongue slides over yours.Β
He explores your mouth like he wants to devour you, and you let him, already dangerously addicted to the taste of his saliva mixing with your own, keening when he takes your bottom lip between his teeth and bites down.Β
His hand drifts from your thigh to your shirt, and he grunts as he feels the still-damp material. Without hesitation, you begin to undo the few buttons Gojo hadnβt torn off before giving it to you, overcome with the need to feel the pressure of Nanamiβs large, callused hands against your bare skin. He slips the loose tie over your head as you toss the soiled shirt aside, a groan escaping his mouth when he finally takes in the unhindered sight of your bright red bra.
While the straps are lace, the cups are thin and sheer, leaving your peaked nipples on display. You almost hadnβt worn it after realizing how little it left to the imagination.
But now, seeing the way Nanamiβs jaw ticks as he stares down at you, fingers twitching where theyβre resting against the tops of your thighs, you donβt regret it one bit.Β
Your breasts feel heavy and tender under his rapt attention, and the coil nestled in your gut tightens.Β
Nanami looks like heβs holding himself back, and you feel a surge of arousal drip between your legs as you watch him teeter at the knifeβs edge of his restraint.Β
βYou donβt need to be gentle with me,β you tell him, overcome with the need to feel exactly what it is that he wants to do to you.Β Β
He cradles the side of your face, fingers curling behind your ear as he slots his mouth against yours. The kiss is thorough but brief, and soon heβs dragging his lips along the curve of your jaw, mouth blazing a trail down the side of your neck, tongue exploring the dip of your collarbone.
While you know where heβs headed, your entire body still arches hard into him when he finally cups your breasts with both hands, leaning in to wetly mouth at one of them through the material of your bra. He licks and sucks, the sensation making you tremble, and you throw your head back and moan, one leg hooking around his waist to pull him in as you scoot closer to the edge of the washer.Β
Youβre about to take off your bra, but Nanami beats you to the punch, fingers easily flicking open the hooks and allowing your supple breasts to spill out before him. He dives back in, groaning as his lips close around your bare nipple, tongue dancing along the sensitive skin that surrounds the hard bud. His mouth is hot, and slick saliva coats your breasts as he goes back and forth between the two, kneading and sucking.Β
With both of your legs now wrapped around his waist in the haze of your arousal, you inadvertently begin to rock into him, your short skirt hiked up around your hips and rendered useless. You moan at the feeling of the sizeable shaft that presses hard into the heat between your legs, his erection straining against the zipper of his slacks. Nanami groans as you start shamelessly dry humping him, and your panties dampen further at the feeling of the sound vibrating against your tits. He gazes one of your nipples with his teeth, teasing it a final time before he straightens, hand coming up to cup your cheek.Β
Nanami stares at you intently, thumb brushing over your bottom lip, eyes tracking the way your pupils dilate in turn. He does it again, and your tongue darts out, grazing the tip. Tilting his head ever so slightly to the side, he presses the tip of his thumb just past the entrance of your lips, eyes darkening as he watches how easily you welcome the intrusion. He drags his thumb down the side of your chin, pulling down your lower lip with his pointer finger, and your lips part.
A small, eager thrum flares in your gut as you take his finger into your mouth, tongue wrapping around it as you coat it with saliva. Your panties are slick with arousal as you continue to chase the friction of his cock, moaning when he puts another finger in your mouth. You begin to bob your head on the digits, sucking on them so eagerly that you canβt bring yourself to care about the drool sliding from the corner of your mouth.
βYouβre going to be the death of me,β he groans, wiping off the stray saliva with his other thumb and licking his finger clean.Β
Heβs said the same thing time and time again before, but itβs far more preferable in this context.Β
You whimper in relief when he finally slides that hand down your body, bringing it to rest at the apex of your thighs. The sound is muffled by the fingers still shoved in your mouth, and a sound of amusement rumbles in his chest as he watches you desperately keen and writhe for him.Β
He drags a finger down the length of your wet pussy, though the contact is muted by your stockings. You begin to shift your hips, a plea for him to tear them off of you, but his impatience wins out as he outright tears them open to gain access to the plush, dripping warmth of your cunt.Β
βMore red,β he murmurs in approval, running his fingers over the matching sheer material that covers your mound, one digit sliding up to firmly tug at the thick, lace waistband that sits high against your hip bones.
βYou like red?β you ask, already knowing the answer.
But he surprises you, still. βI like you in red.β
Nanami uses his thumb to push your thong aside, steadily dragging his finger down your soaking wet slit now exposed to him. The digit slides right through your sensitive folds, and he smirks before sliding one long digit knuckle-deep into your tight hole.Β
You gasp, toes curling as you buck into his touch, already greedy for more. Greedy to be filled.Β
βMore,β you pant out as he slowly pumps the finger in and out of your cunt.
βOpen for me,β he tells you, voice low and rough.
You donβt hesitate, lips falling open, and your body radiates with tremors of pleasure as Nanami spits directly into your mouth. Swallowing it down, you moan, drunk on the feeling of submission as he slides in another digit and continues fucking you on his fingers.
βGood girl,β he breathes out heavily. βSo pretty like this.β
You shudder under the weight of his praise, something unlocking inside of you as you begin to realize maybe youβve wanted this from him all along. Needed this from him all along.Β
βFuck me, Nanami. Please.β
βKento,β he corrects you, hair tickling your neck as he leans in, licking and sucking at the junction between your shoulder and neck.
βFuck me,β you moan, loosening his tie as your fingers trail their way down opening each button of his shirt. βKento.β
He bites down hard at the sound of his first name on your lips, his gravelly voice like fire against your skin, βCome for me first.β
He picks up his pace, fingers squelching lewdly in your cunt. Your mouth falls open as you try to temper down the loud moans of pleasure you want to give him, aware that all that separates you from the partygoers is the closed door a few feet away.Β
Kento roughly spits into your mouth again at the same moment that he brings his free hand between your legs to tease your clit, the fingers buried inside of you curling as he strokes your sensitive, spongey wall. A choked out sob leaves you when you come, and he swallows it down with a messy kiss, meeting your muffled cries of pleasure with his own rough moan as he feels you squirt all over him, clear liquid spraying his shirt and pants.
βFuck,β he groans, the wavering loss of his composure now evident in his voice as you ride out the last waves of your orgasm on his hand.Β
Overcome with the desire to feel the large erection tented painfully at the front of his pants, your fingers fumble with the button and zipper, a sigh of pleasure leaving you when you finally wrap your hands around his long, thick cock. Kento kisses you filthily, moaning into your mouth as you begin pumping his cock, thumb sliding over the precum dripping from the head.Β
His large hands grasp your thighs, pulling you as close to the edge of the washer as possible. Kento wraps his own hand around his dick, firmly dragging the head down your creamy slit. You rock forward, chest heaving, muscles clenched tight with desire and need, only to be met with a sharp burst of pleasure as he slaps his cock heavily against your pussy. You whimper for him.
Placing a finger over your lips, which have been far from quiet throughout this ordeal, Kento goes to grab the tie left discarded beside you. However, after his fingers close around the material, he raises a brow and shakes his head, letting it drop to the floor as he begins to loosen his own tie instead.
You make no effort to hide the shameless need on your face as he smirks at you, shaking his head before wrapping the tie around your mouth and gagging you with it.Β
βI like seeing you desperate,β he murmurs against your ear, before finally sheathing his thick cock inside of you.
His dick is so big, your tight pussy throbs from the stretch while he splits you open, flooding your body with an overwhelming wave of pleasure. Suit jacket already discarded somewhere along the way, your fingers tug off his unbuttoned dress shirt, leaving your hands free to explore the firm expanse of his abdomen.
The washing machine begins to shake loudly with each thrust, and Kento grunts, arms wrapping tightly around you as he lifts you, choosing to fuck you up against the wall instead. The continuous push and drag of his fat cock through your slick channel leaves your mind begging for more.
Your lewd moans are quiet and muffled against the gag, but he can still hear it when you beg, βHarder.β
He obliges, the shelf leaning against the wall beside you trembling ever so slightly when he begins to roughly thrust in and out of your cunt. His cock relentless plunges in to the hilt, your pussy greedily taking every long, thick inch as he fucks you deep. One of his hands runs down the side of your neck, and you find yourself leaning into the pressure, whimpering against the wet material blocking your mouth.
βShould have known youβd like this,β he rasps, hand sliding to the front of your throat as he tightens his grip and starts to choke you. βNow come on my cock.β
The pleasure that erupts inside of you swipes every remaining bit of air from your lungs, a choked out sob crawling its way up your throat as you tremble and shake in Kentoβs steady grip, cunt squelching wetly around his dick.Β
He looks down between your bodies, the sight of the creamy ring youβve left around the base of his shaft drawing a rough, aroused noise of appreciation from him.Β
Kento goes to pull out, but you shake your head, a small whine slipping past the tie, and he groans heavily, forehead falling against yours as he slams his cock back in to the hilt. It only takes a few strokes before heβs coming, too, shaft pulsing and throbbing within the tight grip of your slick cunt as he dumps rope after rope of hot cum inside of you, filling you to the brim.Β
When youβre finished, Kento sets you down carefully, his fingers tender as he undoes the gag and leans in, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss, tongue swiping along your lower lip.
βAre you alright?β He asks, thumb stroking your neck.
You donβt answer him for a beat, and his mouth curls downward in concern, meeting your gaze only to find the deceivingly innocent pout of your lips.
βDonβt tell me youβre done already?β you say.Β
You should be exhausted from how thoroughly he just fucked you, but instead, youβre already thinking about feeling the thick stretch of his cock inside of you again, and your cunt flutters and aches with a need thatβs yet to be sated.
Kento laughs, the sound deep and rich, and you think you could get used to hearing it.
He pulls up your underwear, along with your now-ruined tights, lowering himself down on one knee before you as he presses a hot, open-mouthed kiss to your cunt while his thick, sticky cum begins to soak into your panties. You exhale shakily, already far too close to undone just from the sight before you alone, and he smirks, standing back up.
Kento takes your chin between his pointer finger and thumb, teasing your bottom lip. βWeβre not done, weβre just going to go somewhere where I donβt need to cover your pretty lips next time.β
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MATSUKAWA ISSEI x f!reader
β‘ 18+, best friends to lovers, dom!matsukawa, daddy kink, unprotected sex, creampie, spit kink, oral fixation, fingering, orgasm denial/edging, dacryphilia, a suspicious amount of feelings for a platonic arrangement [not meant to be an accurate representation of d/s dynamics] β requested
βIsseiββ
Matsukawaβs soft huff of disappointment meets the nape of your neck, and the sensation dances down your spine.Β
His cock sits positioned at your entrance, the tip pressed against your fluttering hole. You wriggle, try to push yourself back onto it, but he doesnβt budge.Β
You groan into the pillow, frustrated.Β
βAs much as I enjoy hearing you say that,β he drawls, slowly dragging the tip of his dick through your slit till it bumps your swollen clit, βyou know thatβs not why weβre doing this.β
No.Β
It most certainly isnβt.Β
Because this isnβt some romantic, passionate sexual encounter with your best friend who youβve also got a massive crush on.Β
Well, the second part is true.Β
But Mattsun is fucking you right now for a very specific purpose.Β
βI know, butββ
One that doesn't involve kissing. Heavy petting. Dry humping. Any sort of lead-in, really.Β
βDo you want me to fuck you?β
Just you, face down in Mattsunβs bed, already ten shades of fucked up over the overwhelming scent of him clinging to his sheets. Just his large hands and low voice and incredibly deliberate touch as he spread your thighs.Β
As he reached around the pillow and put two fingers in your mouth and made you suck on them till you were moaning.Β
As he fucked you open on those fingers till you nearly came.Β
As he told you how good you were doing for him, even as you squirmed and whined over your ruined orgasm, one hand bracing your lower back as he teased his cock along your dripping wet slit.Β
βObviouslyββΒ
The thing is, Matsukawaβs sexual proclivities are far more adventurous than your own. In practice.Β
Because while the idea of anything beyond vanilla sex has fuelled many desperate masturbation fantasies featuring a certain tall, dark-haired best friend of yours (ever since you found out said best friend is a, for all intents and purposes, dom)β
You have yet to actually date a man who lives up to all the filthy shit youβve imagined Matsukawa doing to you after going down one too many internet rabbit holes.
βThen use those pretty lips correctly and tell me the magic word.β
This feels like a fever dream, really.Β
βPlease?β you say weakly.
He chuckles, strokes his thumb along your spine, near the base. Teases your pussy with the precum leaking from his tip.Β
βI donβt think so.β
You had what might have been the most mortifying sex of your life two weeks ago. As a result of which you quietly deleted the number of the guy youβve been casually seeing for the past couple of months.Β
βI justββ
And Mattsun, who you accidentally blurted out your embarrassing story to over too many drinks at the bar, wellβ¦
βSay it or youβre not going to cum tonight,β he says, voice both soft and demanding at once. Like patience at the end of its rope.
You inhale slowly, gripping the sheets. Your thighs tremble while Mattsun lazily strokes his cock, knuckles dragging up and down your slit.Β
βDaββ your breath gets caught in your throat.Β
Mattsun caresses your hip, squeezes it.Β
βHmm,β he sighs, taking his cock away altogether and replacing it with the pads of two fingers that toy with your entrance.
βPlease, Daddy.β
βThere you go,β he coos, a little patronizing, and he sinks two fingers right into your pussy.
You gasp, whining, pushing yourself down on the digits as your lungs burn. Because you wanted more, wanted the stretch of his cockβ
βWhatβs wrong?β he asks, lazily pumping his fingers into the slick mess of your cunt.
ββs notββ you inhale sharply, voice trembling. βNeed yourββ
Matsukawa stills his hand. βWhat do you need, baby?β
He curls his fingers. Slowly.
βYour cock,β you whimper, trying so hard to fuck yourself on his fingers despite the way heβs gripping your hip to keep you still. βNeed your cock, Daddy.β
βGood girl,β he murmurs, and your eyes nearly roll back into your head at the feeling of his thick shaft sinking into your pussy.Β
Hereβs the thing.
You didnβt really know this was a thing you were into. Not until Makki drunkenly asked Mattsun one night: βDo girls really call you Daddy while you fuck them?β
Iwaizumi had swatted Makki in the back of the head while he snorted, choked on his drink. And Mattsun had just shrugged, taken a slow sip from his beer bottle. βSome of them do, yeah.β
Itβs haunted you for months. Plagued your mind. Had you clenching your thighs together at inconvenient times during the day. Left you panting and gasping and dripping all over your vibrator till the batteries died because you couldn't stop fucking yourself to the thought of it.
The guy you were seeing was sort of kinky. In a way. If you squinted.
Youβd been so caught up in the moment during sex with him one night, the word had accidentally slipped from your lips before you could stop it.Β
He was very much not into being called Daddy, as it turned out.
And now Matsukawa Issei is determined to reverse whatever damage that embarrassing exchange has done to your budding interest in having a kinkier sex life. Determined to help you equate this particular kink with pleasure again, not burning mortification.Β
All of the pressure between your legs evaporates as Mattsun pulls out of you, cock only halfway in as it were, and a pathetic whine escapes your throat. He makes to turn you over, easing you onto your back.
βNow I want you to look at me while you say it,β he murmurs, thumb rubbing a slow circle into your clit.
Whatever tenuous storm of emotions was stirring inside of you before expands tenfold until the weight of his hazel eyes, flooding your entire nervous system like liquid fire.Β
He eases his cock into you once more, pumping in and out with shallow thrusts. Your cunt shudders around the stretch of him, heartbeat thumping wildly in your chest as you look at the space where your bodies meet and see just how much more he has left to fit.
βI know,β he murmurs, leaning down over you, hands pinning your wrists to the bed. Heβs so close, his black curls brush against your forehead. βDo you want the whole thing?β
You breathe in slowly, lips parting. βI need it, Daddy.β
If you didnβt know him so well, you might have missed itβthe way his eyes darken. He reaches out, presses his thumb into your lower lip and drags it downward, watches the way your jaw goes pliant.Β
Seconds go by as he stares down at you.
βWhat?β you ask.
He seems to be thinking about something, the corner of his mouth quirking upward before he shakes his head slightly. His voice is like crushed velvet. βYou wouldnβt like what I want to do right now.β
Your heart thunders in your chest. βTry me.β
Matsukawa blinks slowly, considering. βOpen.β
Without hesitation, you obediently part your lips.
He gave you a safe word before you started, made you repeat it back to him seven times over before he even let you start taking your shoes off. He asked if you wanted him to break the scene throughout, to check in with you.
Youβd shaken your head, told him youβd say the word if anything was too much.
He leans in, lips to your ear as he murmurs the question. βWill you let Daddy spit in your mouth?β
The innocuous word is still there, hovering in waiting at the forefront of your consciousnessβpine.Β
But you donβt need it.
Youβre a world away from those four letters as Matsukawaβs question hits you, as it bursts in your chest, as it drips between your legs. You feel dizzy.
βYes.β
He takes his time tracing your lips, and your need for his cock to plunge into you deeper fades to a dull whimper under this desperate new desire itching its way to the surface.
Mattsun sighs softly, strokes your hair. βI always knew youβd be perfect.β
And then he leans in and spits in your mouth, snapping his hips and burying his cock balls deep in your tight cunt the moment his saliva hits your tongue.
You cry out, moaning and shivering, swallowing hard as your pussy flutters around his length. It feels better than you could have imagined. Better than anything youβve ever felt.
And as he sets a rhythmic pace, balls slapping against your ass as he fucks his cock deep into your soaked hole, your loose lips start babbling exactly that as tears of pleasure slip down your cheeks.
ββfeels so good, Daddy.β
Matsukawa groans, deep and low. βNow youβre gonna cry for me, too?β
Thereβs something about his tone, about the way heβs pressing hot-open mouthed kisses to your salty tear tracks.
It makes a surge of emotion swell in your chest, mixing with the tight band of pleasure coiling inside of you and overflowing into a choked out sob.
βFuck,β Mattsun exhales roughly. βDo you remember the safe word?β
Even in your cock drunk state, thereβs something in the back of your mind that tells you this is out of character for himβthe way Matsukawaβs reacting to you.
The smooth, syrupy edges of his control are unraveling into something rough and frayed.
You nod between your tears, moaning and whimpering. βYes.β
His chest heaves. βDo you need to say it?β
Lifting your head, you brush your lips against his, tasting the salt from your tears on his lips as you whisper, βI need you to fuck me harder, Daddy.β
Matsukawa breathes out heavily, pushes your head back down into the pillow with his mouth, tongue sliding into your mouth in a deep, filthy kiss. His hips snap into yours with fervor, and you buck beneath him, moaning into his mouth as stray tears continue to leak down your face.
And when your climax hits you, itβs a violent gust of pleasure that rips through your chest, that shakes through your bones and trembles down your nerves, that gushes from you in a sharp, radiating crack of pleasure that never seems to end.
When youβd sat down prior and had a frank discussion about contraceptives and clean tests and your preferencesβsomething that was unnervingly hot for how clinically Mattsun approached itβheβd ask you point blank exactly how you wanted this.
Fucking you without a condom on was your request.
Him pulling out and spilling his cum somewhere in the vicinity of your stomach or ass was his suggestion.
And youβd been too nervous to say it then. To say the words that are flirting with the tip of your tongue now.
You feel him start to pull out, and your fingers quickly slide into the hair at the back of his head as you drag his gaze to meet your own while you exhale, βWant you to come inside of me, Issei.β
He doesnβt correct you this time.
Doesnβt smirk and tease you and tell you to beg Daddy for his cum or something like that.
He just presses his forehead to yours, groaning as his lips slot over your mouth, one arm sliding beneath you and pulling you impossibly closer against his chest as thick, hot ropes of cum spurt from his cock and fill your cunt till it starts leaking out in a filthy, sticky mess from the spot where youβre joined.Β
β
Mattsunβs incredibly gentle with you afterward as he cleans you up, dresses you in his clothes, hovers till you finish the glass of cold water he'd pushed into your hands.
βYouβll stay tonight, yeah?β he asks, quiet.
βI donβt know if I have another round in me yetββ
His fingers feather the underside of your chin. βThatβs not why Iβm asking.β
βOh.β You blink, fingers toying with the string of the hoodie heβd eased over your head, helped you get your arms into. βIβd like that.β
He presses a kiss to your temple. Somewhere off in the kitchen, you can hear the kettle building up to a steamy whistle.
Heβs halfway to the doorway when you call out after him.
βIssei?β
He turns on his heel.
βMaybe not tonight. Butβthereβs more things Iβd like to try. With you.β
There are few things that get a full, unbridled smile out of Matsukawa Issei.
And so when he does just that, your heart stumbles in your chest.
you find out atsumu has been making those "ugh my ball and chain" "marriage is life without parole" jokes and you show his friends a video you took of him literally begging you on his knees to marry him
Was it too much to expect the guy who slept in your bed more than his own to remember your birthday?
Apparently.
Maybe Choso wasn't exactly your boyfriend. But he was more than just a friend you fucked. Wasn't he?
He stroked your hair, rubbed your back, drew you baths and scrubbed your skin clean after sex. Peppering your face with kisses every time he saw you, constantly dragging you out to tag along with his brothers like you were an actual couple.
You had asked him to go out for dinner with you, casually mentioned it while he was buried deep inside of you. His head reclined back on your pillow, his fingers digging into your hip while he watched the connection between you, stared at himself disappearing in you. Breathing hard through his nose as he nodded, mumbling sure, promising he'd be there, telling you to wear something pretty.
The thick tattoo across his face crinkling when his nose did, those lips you loved to kiss murmuring all the words you wanted to hear.
You were just the idiot who believed him.
Now you were sitting alone at a table for two in a crowded restaurant. Picking at a cold appetizer as people throw you pitying stares, whispered that the guy you were waiting for wasn't coming like you hadn't figured that out yourself. Checking your phone for the thousandth time as all the excuses you'd fed yourself all day crumbled at the lack of messages.
No happy birthday. No running late. No be there soon.
Choso had forgotten about you.
It took two hours for you to give up.
To scrub every corner in your heart that Choso clung to clean before you pushed the chair back and went to pay the bill. Returning home by yourself - where all the shadows seemed to stretch and swallow you whole. Where everything felt so fucking empty without him.
Stepping out of your heels and peeling off the dress he should've been unzipping for you, wiping off all the makeup you'd spent an hour on, each step just another nail in the coffin. Another toss of dirt on the grave.
Why did it bother you?
He wasn't your boyfriend. You were the one who'd been pretending he was and hoping he'd play along.
You were curled up in bed, burying your tears in your pillow when you heard the knocking on the door. Soft at first, but louder when you ignored him.
A gravelly voice calling your name, a little slurred like he'd been drinking while you were waiting for him.
You hated your body for crawling out. Loathed the way you padded to the front door, leaning against the wall when you flipped the lock and peeked through at him outside.
Dark hair hanging down, a casual smile curling up on his face the second he saw you through half-lidded eyes.
"Hi, beautiful."
There wasn't anything you despised more than how you opened the door for him - how you let him in. Let him lead you back to your bed with open-mouthed kisses, his warm breath on your throat and his voice in your ear.
Just talking about how he was helping Yuki with some work project, missing the whole apology part, like he didn't even remember the plans he made with you.
And when he was pulling down his jeans, you were wondering if he only showed up to get his dick sucked.
His fingers tethered in your hair, tugging you close as you wrapped your lips around his leaking tip while you listened to him talk about missing you.
It was wrong.
You were well fucking aware of it with him bobbing into the back of your throat, thrusting harder as your cheeks hallowed out to take more of him. Wondering what you were trying to prove to yourself - that this was just sex to him?
That it was all you were to him too?
Swallowing his cum while you called yourself stupid for ever thinking otherwise, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand before crawling back underneath the covers of your bed, facing away from him while you murmured something about being tired.
"Hey," he murmured, suddenly soft. One of those big hands settling on your side and trying to turn you around. "Somethin' wrong, pretty?"
"I don't think I want to do this with you anymore."
being in love with your best friend's girlfriend is hard.
being in love with your best friend's girlfriend and being stuck in his body is harder.
pairing: bodyswapped bf!Suguru x f!reader x bsf!Satoru
content: MDNI, established relationships, au where Geto never defected, reader-insert, no use of yn, very mild use of pet names (baby, sweetheart), multiple povs (and positions), gojo is down so BAD (absolute loser loverboy if I'm being honest), gojo and geto get bodyswapped, oral (m! and f! receiving), handjob, mirror sex, unprotected sex, inappropriate use of jujutsu, threesome
wc: 10.3k (pinky promise it's worth it)
a/n: it should hopefully be clear who is who, but if you are ever in doubt, I mostly used Satoru/Suguru to indicate who it really is and Gojo/Geto in reference to their bodies <33 enjoy!! hehe also this was inspired by @quinnyundertow so we can all thank her for this fr
βI dunno,β Shoko sighed, shrugging for the twentieth time since her two least favorite idiots stumbled through her door.Β
βWhat's that sβpposed to mean?β Gojo groaned, clearing his throat like that'd make it any more comfortable to hear the wrong voice coming out of it or get rid of the shitty taste lingering on his tongue. The other Gojo passed him a soda, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers and squinting at Shoko while she fiddled with the cigarette dangling between her lips.Β
βIf I had to guess,β She tutted, tilting her head like she didn't get paid nearly enough for this. βThe effects will wear off in a day or two.β
βAnd if they don't?β He heard himself ask, watching the words leave his mouth, trace the sharp line of his own jaw from the soft yellow glow of Shoko's lamp when his head cocked to the side.Β
βI'll figure something out,β She apathetically shrugged.Β
βSo what? Weβre just stuck like this?β Gojo whined, gesturing down at the body he somehow found himself in after finishing off a particularly nasty curse with Geto. Not that he was complaining that much though. If he had to swap bodies with anyone, it would probably be him.Β
Sure, Suguru was almost as strong as him. But there were other, ahem, benefits.Β
Namely, you.Β
βFor now,β She yawned, digging through her drawers for a lighter.Β
βFuck,β Geto mumbled, rubbing his eyes like they hurt. Gojo knew from experience they probably did - that his friend wasn't equipped to handle the strain from the six eyes, even with the thick pair of shades he borrowed or the dim lighting in Shokoβs office.Β
βAw, cheer up,β Gojo teased, about to slap a hand on his own back just to meet nothing. It was bizarre to be on the receiving end of his technique, something invisible tension flickering in the air before it dissolved, a calloused palm meeting the soft fabric in his uniform. βWho wouldn't wanna be me?β
Geto glared at him, snow-white brows knitted together in a deep scowl.
βWho would?β
βYou guys wanna take this outside?β Shoko interrupted with an exaggerated eye-roll, jutting her thumb towards the door.Β
βWell, if there's nothing you can do,β Gojo sighed, feigning disappointment as he felt around Geto's pockets for his keys and phone, already planning ten steps ahead for the harebrained scheme that had been forming in the back of his brain from the moment he blinked and saw himself standing across from him.Β
The first item on his agenda?
Slip away from Suguru to find the nearest bathroom and figure out what exactly he was working with.Β
βSatoru,β Suguru started, the warning a lot less effective coming from his own voice.Β
βWhat's the passcode on your phone?β Gojo ignored him with a yawn.Β
βYou think I'm giving you that?β Suguru huffed. He couldn't tell through the glasses, but Gojo was fairly certain his friend was glaring again.Β
βIjichi has my house keys,β Gojo shrugged, slinging his hands in his pockets and starting for the exit without looking back. βUnless you want a bounty on your head, you should probably stay in for the night.β
It went without saying that if word got out that the holder of the six eyes wasn't in possession of his own body, wasn't a weapon they could currently use, they might as well be painting a bloody target on his forehead.Β
βWhat are you going to do?β His best friend scoffed, peeking down his shades to cut him another sharp look as he followed him out into the hall.Β
βI'm gonna fuck your girlfriend.β
Suguru chuckled, dark and low, raking long fingers through his hair, hand stopping to hover in the air like he wasn't used to having it cut so short.Β
βOh yeah?βΒ
Suguru probably should've known better than to issue a challenge like that to him.Β
βWhat? Don't think I can?β Gojo pouted, popping open the tab on soda, the sharp edge of the metal slicing a thin cut along his thumb, pinpricks of blood dotting the broken skin.Β
It actually stung.Β
He hadn't actually been hurt since when? They were teenagers? It was kind of exhilarating. The sensitive new sensations, the lack of control welcome for once.Β
βShe'll know it's not me,β Suguru simply said.Β
βWanna bet?β
Your boyfriend was late.Β
Like, by a lot.Β
So much so, you were debating on calling Gojo to find out where he was, considering you couldn't get so much as a text back.Β
Hovering over his name in your contacts before hitting the call button with a sigh, flipping the burner off and resting your hip against the kitchen counter. But even when he answered, there was just static-y silence on the other end.Β
βHello? Gojo?β You were pouting already, annoyed that you had to resort to hearing news about your boyfriend secondhand from quite possibly the least responsible person you knew.Β
βUh, yeah?βΒ
His voice sounded different. You couldn't put your finger on what it was until you realized he almost sounded serious. Not greeting you with a cheesy nickname or some obnoxious over-the-top pick-up line that he still insisted on using despite the fact you'd been dating his best friend for nearly two years now.Β
βIs Suguru with you?β You huffed, the sharp edge of the counter starting to dig through your thin dress. Although, it was probably closer to lingerie than an actual sundress.Β
βHeβs not home yet?βΒ
You were expecting some annoying arrogant reply - that Suguru was strong enough to take care of himself blah blah blah or how cute it was that you were worrying about them yada yada. Not an actual response that came close to concern.Β
βIs everything okay?β You bluntly asked, frowning while you tucked the phone between your ear and shoulder, reaching up to pull down a couple plates from the cabinet.Β
βWhy wouldn't it be?β Gojo awkwardly coughed, the usual cockiness that marked every word absent.Β
βSomething you wanna tell me?β You impatiently huffed, foot tapping against the tile. After the shitty day you had at your own job, the last thing you needed was whatever idiotic thing they'd gotten themselves in now. You'd been hoping for a quiet evening in with Suguru, had cooked him a nice dinner, lit a few candles, put on some soft music along with the tiniest thong you owned.Β
βNo?βΒ
Yeah, right.Β
In the years you'd known Satoru, he'd never answered a question with just a single word.Β
The plate pinched between your fingers slipped, hitting the marble with a crash! when it broke into big shards on impact. You winced at the sound, carefully picking it up piece-by-piece and tossing them into the open trash can by the counter.Β
βDid something happen? Are you okay?β Gojo's panicked voice called out to you from your phone's precariously cradled position. You couldn't stifle your giggle.
βOh? Is the great Satoru Gojo worried about me?β You teased. Seriously, what was his deal today?Β
His laugh was dangerous, an octave lower than usual when it reverberated through you. It almost sounded like he was there, purring it directly in your ear.Β
βYou should be more careful,β He warned. Maybe Suguru had finally started wearing off on him.Β
βI should, hm?βΒ
βIt almost sounds like you're flirting with me,β He chided with a click of his tongue.Β
βYou wish,β You laughed.Β
A thud by the entryway distracted you, keys jingling as the lock started to turn. Gojo started to say your name, all soft and low, and something pricked at the back of your brain, like an itch you couldn't scratch.Β
βWhatever, weirdo,β You sighed. βJust forget about it. Suguruβs here.β
You hung up before he could keep you on the line and longer, sitting your phone on the counter and finding another tiny shattered piece of ceramic to toss out, heavy footsteps echoing on the floor behind you.Β
βSugu-βΒ
Your greeting was cut off by massive hands on your waist, fingers wrinkling the soft fabric of your dress as his thumbs traced little crescent moons along your back, a head nuzzling against the crook of your collarbone.Β
βDid someone miss me?β You teased, trying to crane your neck back to take a peek only for him to squeeze you tighter. His lips grazing against the column of your throat, his breath cool on your skin.Β
βMaybe,β He murmured, teeth nipping at your ear while you squealed and twisted away from him.Β
A pretty bouquet of white roses was tossed on the counter next to the sink, a few of the petals starting to get crushed from where it was laying.Β
βThose for me?β You suppressed your smile, ignoring the way one of his hands was currently sliding underneath the hem of your dress while you picked up the flowers, careful not to get picked by the thorns poking out underneath the thin ribbon they were tied together with.Β
βMhm,β His honeyed hum was soothing, music to your ears while he started to pepper your neck with gentle kisses, brushing the thin strap of your dress off your shoulder.Β
βWhat's the occasion?β You giggled, taking a tiny whiff of them.Β
βCan't I just get my pretty girl some flowers?β He practically whined behind you, his firm chest pressed against your back. You were used to him being glued to you after he got home, but usually it was just a hand on your back, a hip brushing against yours, just small expressions of his casual affection. The weight of his presence threatened to swallow you already, his mouth tracing your collarbone like he really might consume you before the night had even started.Β
βAs long as they're not apology flowers for something stupid you and Gojo did,β You hummed, relaxing back into him.Β
He didn't say anything to that.Β
βSugu,β You started disapprovingly, about to scold him before he turned you around, quick to cop a feel while he did, grabbing a handful of your ass and squeezing hard when he picked you up and sat you down on the counter so you could properly face him.Β
βI didn't do anything,β He asserted, dark eyes settling on you and trailing south, savoring each second like he was drinking the image of you in. A sharp canine biting down on his lower lip when his gaze settled on the cleavage spilling out.Β
Maybe it was silly.Β
But it felt like the first time he'd seen them all over again. How lovestruck he looked the longer his stare lingered, the sharp little exhales he barely seemed to manage, something hanging thick in the narrow space between you.Β
βIf you say so,β You yielded, delicately pinching a white petal between your fingers appreciatively, admiring his selection. His eyes crinkled when he smiled, faint lines etched into the skin when he pressed another featherlight kiss on your forehead. βGrab the vase for these?β
The curve of his mouth turned down, faltering for a second when he looked down at you.Β
βCould you, um, remind me where it is?β He apologetically requested, going to scratch the back of his neck, fingers tangling in his dark hair.Β
You squinted at him.Β
Was he being serious?
βUnder the sink?β Unless you were somehow misremembering, he was the one who stuck it there last.Β
βOh, yeah,β He sighed. Reluctantly pulling away to bend down and open the cabinet, moving sponges and the dishwasher detergent over until he found the vase tucked in the back corner.Β
You watched him fill it up, his fingers clumsily clasped around the bottled neck of it, shutting off the water and taking the flowers from your hand to plop them inside.Β
βYou okay?β The hard edge of the counter bit into your palm as you scooted closer to the edge, eyes narrowed as they focused on him. He was quick to return to you, sturdy thighs nudging your own further apart, the tent in his pants only obvious when it suddenly pressed against you.Β
βLong day,β Your boyfriend mumbled, looking at your lips like they were the only thing he'd been thinking about.Β
βI'm sorry,β You murmured back, leaning in to plant a tender kiss on the corner of his mouth.Β
His hand caught your chin though, pulling you in closer, your cheeks almost squished under his firm hold. His thumb digging in on one side while his index finger pressed into the hard line of your jaw, his mouth colliding against yours. Your lips parted automatically for him, his tongue immediately slipping between them, fervently exploring your mouth like you were tonight's meal, brushing against the ridges of your teeth and sliding over your own. It was sloppy, hungry, his lower lip soft and swollen while you sucked on it. Running your fingers through his silky hair, pulling the hair tie out of the messy half-bun he'd thrown it into earlier, brushing back the bangs that framed the sharp planes of his face.Β
He didn't pull away until you were almost out of air, tilting your chin up while you both sucked in ragged breaths.Β
βBaby,β You softly said, stroking his hair like all the muscles in your thighs weren't pulled tight, like there wasn't a growing damp spot soaking through the lace separating you from him. His eyes were closed, melting into your touch, his head relaxing into the palm of your hand. βDinner's getting cold.β
βI want something else to eat,β His voice was raspy, a low hum that came from the back of his throat. Going back to kissing you the second the last word left his mouth, his mouth marking what felt like every inch of your neck, the ghost of his lips going from butterfly kisses to hot and heavy sucks that would surely leave bruises by tomorrow, lewd pops! joining the sound of your broken breathing.Β
The friction of his erection rubbing slowly against your clit through the barely-there fabric of your thong was tantalizing. One hand hiking higher and higher up your thigh until one sturdy finger slipped under the band of your underwear, toying with it while you tugged on his hair. You could barely think straight, brain addled between his hands and his mouth and even just his cologne, warm and woody and as intoxicating as the rest of him.Β
βOh?β You could hardly choke the syllable out, shakily exhaling when his teeth scraped against the fragile skin of your throat. Instinctively chasing the more, more, more your brain was screaming for, you rolled your hips up trying to soothe the already aching bundle of nerves starving for attention, a desperate moan escaping his throat at how snugly your body was pressed against his.Β
βAngel, please.β
You paused, but he was too lost in the moment to notice. Nudging the straps of your dress down further until he freed both your breasts, assuming your flinch was just from the cold air on your nipples, bending down so he could pop one in his mouth, letting his tongue swirl around it, teeth graze against the sensitive nub.Β
It wasn't Suguru.Β
Only one person you knew would call you something like that. Or beg before you'd even so much as touched his dick.Β
Those stupid fucking assholes.Β
Suguru - or Satoru, you technically supposed - bit down again, sucking a harsh spot on your tit, about to pull your panties down with his other hand just to accidentally tug too hard, the dainty fabric tearing with a loud rip!Β
βOops,β He paused to grin up at you, his smile too wide, eyes too big when they landed on yours. Only further convincing you of the growing suspicion that this was not in fact your boyfriend.Β
Weird curse stuff just sorta came with the territory - you knew that when you started dating him. Especially considering some of the, uh, bizarre aftereffects that sometimes came with his technique. You experienced that firsthand when he came home one night a few months ago after swallowing some filthy fucking lust curse.Β
But this?Β
βOops?β You echoed, chewing on your bottom lip while he licked a clean stripe back up your neck, kissing your jaw again while he removed the now-useless scrap of fabric between your thighs, not-so-discreetly pocketing it.Β
βMβ sorry,β He murmured, hands drifting back down to your ass when he picked you up, not pausing his onslaught of kisses carrying you through the kitchen into the hall until he reached the bedroom, kicking the door open a little too hard, the knob hitting the wall behind it with a loud thud.Β
You barely processed your back hitting the mattress, the hem of your dress bunching up past your hips as the familiar weight of his frame climbed on top of you. His mouth made its way south, eager to claim every inch for himself, spreading your thighs with those huge palms and practically panting at how exposed you were.Β
If you were right, and this was Satoru, you guessed that meant you must've been talking to your real boyfriend on the phone earlier. You fucking knew something was off. And he didn't say a word.Β
You were going to kill both of them.Β
They shared almost everything. Were you really that surprised you hadn't turned out to be the exception?
βGod, you're so gorgeous,β He wasn't really even talking to you, muttering to himself while he admired you splayed out in his best friend's bed, on his best friend's sheets.Β
You'd never taken any of his teasing seriously. It was just in his nature. A player, a flirt. Sure, youβd never actually seen him with any girls. But you just always assumed they existed.Β
Maybe it was just because he was in Suguru's body, but he seemed so sincere, your name falling in a dreamy little sigh from his lips.Β
Suguru had to know what Satoru would do once he came home. So why let him? Unless you were the pawn or prize in whatever game they were playing.Β
If that was the case, you weren't going to settle for anything less than being the winner.Β
You reached down, running your fingers through his hair again, playing with the ends between your fingers and humming quietly.Β
βSuguru,β You purred, reminding your friend exactly who he was supposed to be imitating as he hesitated between your thighs.Β
βHm?β He didn't, or couldn't, tear his gaze away, his rough thumb absentmindedly tracing figure-eights along your hip, probably not even aware of how much he was fidgeting.Β
βI thought you were hungry?β You innocently pouted, batting your lashes at him.Β
βFuck, fuck, fuck.β Whatever faint restraint he'd been exercising snapped.Β
The sharp point of his nose bumping into your clit as he pressed his tongue hard and flat across your entrance, dark glossy eyes fluttering shut while he pushed down your thighs, pressing them into the plush mattress.Β
Even if he looked like Suguru, it didn't feel like Suguru.Β
He was messy, overeager, his tongue lapping up every ounce, every drop you offered, devoted swirls exploring you. Open-mouthed kisses where his taste buds scraping against the inside of your walls, groaning with every squirm and gasp he elicited. It didn't take him long to figure out where your weak spots were, working them over and over again, ignoring how tightly your thighs were clenched around his head, your fingers pulling at his hair.Β
βS-shit,β You whined, clawing at the sheets when his tongue slipped out, feeling yourself throb at the absence until his mouth wrapped around your clit. It almost felt like he tore the next moan out of you, the neglected bud sore, blind need pooling in your gut while his tongue roughly circled it.Β
His touch wasn't as practiced, wasn't as steady, but what he lacked in rhythm, he sure as fuck made up for in earnestness.Β
Suguru Satoru was clawing at your hips, pulling you into the warmth of his mouth while your back arched off the bed, needy whimpers rolling off your tongue while he dove back in to taste you again. It could've been intentional, how he was constantly readjusting like he was still getting used to Suguru's body, but his nose kept ghosting against your clit, the knot in your stomach getting tighter every time he did, desperation clawing its way to the surface as the heat rose to your face when you remembered who was eating you out like he was fucking starving.Β
βS-β You stopped yourself, not entirely convinced whose name was about to leave your mouth.Β
βMm?βΒ
You covered your mouth with your hand, muffling your moan when his nose edged against you again, all the nerves in your body begging for him to keep going.Β
But he caught a glimpse of you, his thin brows scrunching together while he narrowed his eyes at you. Pushing off your thighs until he was hovering back over you, pulling your hand away from your lips.Β
βWanna hear you, pretty girl,β He complained, digging his knee up until it was snugly shoved against your entrance, leaving a damp spot on the baggy fabric of his pants, gradually applying more pressure as if the friction alone wasn't enough to drive you insane.Β
βSugu,β You mewled, pushing your bottom lip out just for him to snag it between his canines, capturing your mouth with another searing kiss. You wondered if Satoru's pride could handle hearing his best friend's name from your lips when he was the one on top of you.Β
βYeah?β He mumbled into your mouth, groaning when you bucked your hips up to meet the slow grind of your boyfriend's cock against your clit. You let your head rest against the soft pillow underneath you, a quiet whimper falling out when he smothered your face with more kisses.Β
βRemember what we were talking about a few nights ago?β You asked, knowing he'd be forced to lie either way considering the conversation in question never happened, just something you made up.Β
βWhat about it?β He tested the waters, doing a poor job at mimicking the sultry silk of your boyfriend's typically reserved voice. He pulled away until his nose was brushing against yours, your fingers grazing over his smooth cheek, his marble complexion.Β
βIβve just been thinking,β You drawled, running your thumb over his defined cheekbone, a nervous glint in his eyes he couldn't hide at how you trailed off.Β
βAnd?β He pressed, something damp leaking through his pants onto your thigh.Β
βMm, maybe we should invite Gojo over,β You suggested, leaving the implication hanging in the air, feel the energy shift when it finally struck him.Β
βOh.βΒ
His cock twitched against you, begging to be set free while his mouth hung open.Β
βYou change your mind?β You teased, craning your neck up to plant butterfly kisses along his throat, tracing the tendons there the same way you'd done hundreds of times before.Β
βN-no,β He stammered, a throaty grunt falling out when your hand trailed down his chest, running two fingers along the band of his pants before slipping them underneath his boxers, collecting the pre-cum that had leaked out and slathering up-and-down his thick shaft. The vein running along its side was bulging, throbbing more with every slow stroke of your fingers wrapped around his girth. βI-I can call him.β
He didn't really look like he wanted to though, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, jaw slack like your hand alone was heaven.Β
βUh-huh?βΒ
Suguru wasn't normally this sensitive, moaning at every little touch, putty in your palm.Β
βWhatever you want,β He ran his tongue along his bottom lip like he was savoring the traces of you left there. It was probably wrong of you, but you sucked hard on his neck, hoping to leave a patchwork of blue and purple hickies by the time you finished, marks Suguru normally would have scolded you for, but Satoru seemed to worship, freely groaning every time your teeth brushed against him. He hissed when your grip tightened, rutting up into your hand. βFuck, angel.β
Too distracted, too worked up to think of anything except the friction of your palm against his shaft, he didn't notice when your other hand slipped into his left pocket, plucking Suguru's phone out. Unlocking it just to find a message from βGojoβ already there, along with all the unread ones you'd sent earlier. Your boyfriend so kindly informed him to go ahead and try, and what he was implying only irritated you more.Β
Your reply was short.Β
Come over.Β
How long would it take him to show?
Gojo could teleport, and while you had no idea if that meant Suguru would also technically be able to, the idea of your boyfriend popping in to find you jerking him but also not-him off had your blood rushing south. Your frustration fighting the lust clouding your judgment, all the cells in your body currently occupied by the thought that one of them better make you cum soon.
βThere,β You mumbled, and he peeked at you through half-lidded eyes, lost in his own sea of desire.Β Β
βWhat?β He choked out, his voice thick as you continued pumping in your steady rhythm, his breath hitching.Β
You dangled the phone in front of him briefly, having to stretch to deposit it on the nightstand by your boyfriend's thin pair of reading glasses he'd left there this morning. Straining to reach over and flick the lamp on, the fading evening sunlight throwing long shadows across your bedroom. His expression twisted for a second, and you couldn't tell what he must've been thinking, but it melted into almost ecstasy when your fingers grazed against his sensitive tip.Β
βToru should be here soon,β You murmured, slowly enunciating the nickname you rarely ever used for him, feeling him twitch at the way it rolled off your tongue.Β
βToru?β You were pretty sure he was trying to sound jealous, but he couldn't hide the hint of pride, his ego inflating just from you mentioning him.
βMhm,β You purred, probably having more fun than you should at playing with him the same way he always toyed with you. βYou know, I think he might have a little crush on me.β
βW-what?β Hearing your boyfriend stutter was delicious, to see his composure crack so easily.Β
βYou don't think so?β You teased, your hand jerking up and earning a low hiss.Β
βI don't know,β He breathlessly murmured, his cheeks flushed pink.Β
βTake your clothes off,β You tutted, arching your brows up and pausing there.Β
His moan was nothing short of filthy, his cock jerking up when your hand didn't move.Β
βYouβre not gonna cum just from a little hand job, right honey?β You taunted, finger drifting across the slick slit along the top, another gutteral noise leaving him like he was letting you know he very well might finish before the real Suguru could show.Β
βCourse not,β He scoffed, but it came out more like a whine.Β
βThen. Take. Your. Clothes. Off.β You repeated, punctuating each word with a slow drag of your fingers along the throbbing vein, watching his cheeks hollow while he sucked on his molars.Β
βFine,β He grimaced, pulling away to remove his shirt first, tugging it over his head and quickly working to pull his pants and boxers down in a single fluid movement. His cock was so red it must've hurt, damp and slick as it sprung up to smack into the hard muscle of his abdomen, your eyes lingering when they landed on his dark happy trail.Β
When he wasn't talking, his mouth set in the same hard line and eyes fogged with hunger, it would be easy to convince yourself he was Suguru.Β
The knock down the hall reminded you who was really the one standing naked in front of you.
βShould I-β
βThe door's unlocked,β You shrugged before you could finish, propping yourself up on your elbows while you tilted your head to the side. βBesides, can't he just teleport inside?β
You waited for an excuse, for him to give their little game away, but he didn't.Β
βYeah, you're right,β He murmured, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling you into his lap, taking the hem of your dress between his fingers and lifting it up over your head, discarding it with the rest of his clothes scattered on the floor.Β
The door creaked open at the same moment he unclasped your bra, his tip twitching against the hood of your clit at the slow sound of footsteps approaching.
It was funny, they were lighter than Suguru's, a little softer, but they had the same rhythm, one you automatically recognized as his.Β
βYou nervous, baby?β You whispered, caressing his cheek.Β
βNo,β Satoru huffed, brows furrowed together tightly.
Liar.Β
You were about to turn to face the open doorway, but his mouth landed on yours before you could, kissing you like it might be the last time heβd be able to. Which you guessed could be true, that even if Suguru told him he could try to fuck you, he might actually kill Satoru for it if he discovered just how close he'd already come.Β
His lips tearing at yours, a hand on your lower back holding you firmly against his chest while his tongue traced your teeth, slid against your own.Β
The actual Suguru cleared his throat.
But Satoru refused to back off, his thumb brushing over the ridges of your spine, canines tugging at your kiss-bruised lips.Β
βStarted without me, huh?β Gojo's taunting voice called out, the wooden frame of the door creaking like he was resting his weight on it.Β
You managed to twist your head, lips pressing messy kisses along your neck while you assessed your new company.Β
Intense blue eyes narrowed, white brows scrunched together and his jaw set tight while his gaze slowly scanned over your bare body, probably already littered with hickies and bruises. He reminded you of a big cat, how leisurely he measured you, his stare flitting from you to him and back to you. Hands slung in his pockets, amusement and maybe something darker, more possessive glimmering in his eyes when they locked with yours. The lights flickered for just a second, a small crackle hanging in the open space, the air thick and charged.Β
βSorry,β Satoru apathetically shrugged, unbothered while his other hand groped at your breast.Β
Your boyfriend wasn't looking at him(self) though, focused entirely on you.Β
βSuguru,β You let out a soft moan, not breaking his stare while Satoru hummed happily, rolling a nipple between his fingers, content to keep the charade up.Β
The one you were actually talking to smirked. A little crooked smile smugly curling up to let you know he knew you knew.Β
βMm, what, sweetheart?β Satoru whispered into your skin.Β
βYou're being a little rude ignoring our guest,β You scolded, grinding against him just enough for him to get his teeth.Β
βMβsorry,β He apologized again, warm eyes fluttering open when you climbed off of him, his fingertips grazing against your wrist in an attempt to stop you before you started walking over to where Suguru was leaning against the frame, and his usually passive expressions were even harder to read when they were hidden under a new face.Β
You hadn't been nervous before.Β
But walking up to Gojo while you were naked, even if you knew it was actually your Suguru was unnerving, anxiety pricking at you when you pressed a finger against his chest, just for nothing to stop you. Heart lurching in your chest, lungs no longer working when you realized infinity was on. But then he let out a small, almost inaudible sigh, and the tip of your finger was suddenly wrinkling the tight white shirt covering his broad frame.Β
The dull thrum of blood rushing to your head filled your ears at the way his unnatural eyes seemed to be scrutinizing every inch of your skin, how much they seemed to burn for you the longer he looked.Β
βWell?β You cocked your head to the side, hoping to come across as far more confident than you really were when you knew he'd be able to see straight through you.Β
βYou wanted me here,β Suguru simply said, choosing his words carefully. The game had changed, morphed into something new, trying to make the other break first, come clean, an implicit sort of understanding exchanged in his heavy state.Β
βI thought you'd be a little more excited,β You tried to sigh like you were disappointed, starting to turn around just for a hand to snag your waist, his tongue clicking when he pulled you back.Β
βDid I say I wasn't?β He muttered, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his arm snaking around your back to hold you closer until your tits were practically squished against his chest.Β
Your attempt to slip away was futile, his grip only getting tighter when you peered up at him, your stomach twisting when all you found was Gojo's face looking down at you, the messy white hair and the bright blue eyes youβd never seen so close, pretty pink lips pursed together.Β
It's not like you'd never realized he was attractive. But it'd always been more like a fact, something you'd never really paid attention to. You realized with abject horror that holy shit, you were attracted to him when your breath hitched in your throat, your thighs pressing together at his sudden proximity.Β
βYouβre a dick,β You mumbled, squirming under his hold. You weren't positive which one you were talking to - honestly, probably both.Β
βOh yeah?β Suguru chuckled, the sound of Gojo's lighthearted laughter doing nothing to soothe your nerves.Β
βYeah,β You managed a tiny nod, sucking in short inhales, feeling like you were being crushed under his piercing gaze.Β
Someone else's hand found your hip, familiar callouses claiming you as a firm chest pressed against your back, Satoru's other one tangling itself in your hair and tugging, your head forced to tilt back to look up at the dark-haired man you were used to waking up with.Β
Caught between the two of them, not sure if you were ensnared in their trap or if was the other way around when you craned your neck up to smash a kiss against your not-boyfriendβs mouth, forcing the real one to watch as your tongue slipped between his lips, explored every nook and cranny youβd already committed to memory.Β
βHoney,β You whispered when you broke away, studying his jaw, all his familiar features, somehow still stuck reminding yourself that it wasn't Suguru when he looked at you like that. The unspoken affection, the searing adoration in the amber glow when it caught the light from the lamp.Β
βWhatβs my girl want?β Satoru teased, a deep hum in your ear.Β
βI want you,β You bit your lip when he gave your hair another tug, swallowing hard.Β
βYou heard her,β Satoru mockingly addressed Suguru, oblivious to the fact he was really the one left out, unaware that the charade had been up before heβd gotten his first real taste of you.Β
βYou can watch,β You let your gaze linger on Suguru, while Satoru pulled you free from his grasp and tossed you onto the bed.Β
All you heard was one short exhale before Suguru relegated himself to the oversized armchair in the corner of the room. It was supposed to be a small reading nook, tucked between the tall bookcase he built for you over the summer and the tall mirror leaning against the wall. Certainly not meant for this.Β
But his expression didn't change.Β
Lips pressed together, the muscles in his jaw pulled tight while he watched the bounce of your breasts when you hit the mattress, watched his own hands pry your thighs apart to reveal how wet you were, a few faint red splotches staining your skin to hint at what had happened before he arrived. He didn't miss the way you were watching him either. A small part of you wondered just how much he could see with Gojo's technique, considering he hadn't shown up with any of the blindfolds or bandages or sunglasses the latter usually always had with him.Β
But Satoru snapped you back to reality, grabbing both wrists in one huge hand and pinning them above your head, nudging your legs just enough to line himself up properly, his movements still jerky, still adjusting to his new proportions.Β
You had one singular moment of clarity. A split second where you realized you were actually about to let Gojo fuck you. Okay, yes, he was in Suguru's body, it was still technically him.Β
And the next moment he was sinking into you, and fuck, you nearly forgot everything at how fast he filled you. Whimpers your brain could barely recognize as your own falling out freely when he started fucking you like you really were his girl.Β
Dark bangs falling in his face, the first beads of sweat sitting his forehead, hovering over you like he was trying to sear what you looked like underneath him in his brain.Β
His thumb digging into the divot of your wrist, the mattress creaking when he found a pace bordering on brutal. Each thrust hard and fast, his hips smacking against your skin while you hooked one leg around his waist, your chest heaving with every shuddered breath.Β
βMine,β He murmured, low enough you suspected he hadn't intended for Suguru to hear, but in the blurred edges of your vision, you caught the way your boyfriend's fist tightened, how white his knuckles were.Β
You figured it was a fifty-fifty chance on whether Satoru was saying it purely to piss him off or if he was trying to stay in-character.Β
βMm, all yours,β You whined back, straining under his grip, absolutely hoping to get a reaction out of Suguru.Β
You'd never expected Satoru to be so, well, desperate.Β
It almost felt like he was trying to brand you, ingrain himself so deeply you'd never be able to root him out.Β
βI wanna touch you,β You jutted out your bottom lip, flexing the tendons in your wrist where his hold was starting to ache. His hips stuttered at your request, pausing to recollect himself, his hair hanging down in a thick curtain. Releasing your hands with a heavy breath, cock twitching when you reached up to brush his bangs back.Β
It had to be muscle memory.Β
But you could've sworn you saw his lips mouthing an βI love youβ before they met yours.Β
Satoru never really gave your thoughts the time to linger on anything though, hips pounding into you, trying to press the shape of you into the squeaking mattress, the bedβs wooden headboard smacking into the wall in time with every forceful thrust.Β
Mumbling mindless compliments into your skin between every kiss, promises of how pretty you looked like this, how much he was yours.Β
As much as you loved hearing those words come from Geto's mouth, the shriveled up leftovers of your logic reminded you that just because Satoru never shut up, it didn't mean he actually meant any of it.Β
It was just his dick talking.Β
Probably.Β
He had one hand behind your neck, cradling your head up so it was easier for him to kiss you, distracting you from where his other one was heading until it was already there, his fingers forming a sharp βVβ as they skimmed over your clit, teasingly kimming over it just to return to massage rough patterns over it, not very discreetly experimenting with what made you gasp, thighs squeezing around him. Your own fingers tangled in his hair pulling free to scramble for his broad shoulder blades, the nails scratching down his back earning you a heedy moan, his hips suddenly bucking up, and you weren't sure what pushed you over, the tip grinding hard against the spongy little spot at the back or how he rolled the already overworked bundle of nerves between his index and thumb, but you were crying out, tiny stars dotting your vision eyes clenched shut, legs quivering when you came.
βFuck, you're gonna make me-β His quiet curse was cut short with a raspy moan, stalling out inside you, frozen except for the breaths he managed to suck in and force out, finishing earlier than he'd intended.
The thick warmth of his cum already started to leak down the inside of your thighs, coating his still-throbbing shaft when he reluctantly pulled out.
You kissed him anyway.Β
The same way you had when you still thought he was Suguru, just a tender one pressed to the edges of his lips before he untangled himself from you, flipping over next to you to stare at the ceiling fan slowly spinning overhead.Β
Suguru laughed.Β
βIt's my turn, isn't it?βΒ
The lilt of his voice, the way his mouth quirked up in half a smile stole the breath from your throat.Β
You could feel your chin turn up, but you couldn't control it, couldn't move when it felt like all you did was blink and he was standing up, article after article of clothing being peeled off, tossing them over to the half-empty laundry basket in the closet. Satoru was still dazed, blinking lazily next to you, head reclined back on the pillow, Adam's apple bobbing through his ragged breathing.Β
βWell?β Suguru mimicked your tone from earlier, padding over to your side of the bed left only in a plain white pair of boxers. Propping yourself up on your elbows, your eyes automatically trailing down his sculpted chest, the defined muscles of his abs down to the trail of white peeking out above the band of his underwear. In a fluid movement, he was shedding those off too, his cock springing up the second it was free.Β
And shit, Gojo really had won the fucking generic lottery when he was born, because how the fuck was that fair? Even his dick was pretty. Not quite as thick as Suguru's, but longer, a slight curve to it, the tip a tantalizing pink.Β
You had to swallow the spit pooling in your mouth.Β
βForget how to use your words?β He tsk-ed, one knee sinking into the mattress next to you, a soft hand slipping down to the small of your back and pulling into the warmth of his chest. Picking you up, holding you how he always had, cradling you and carrying you in front of the mirror. But he smelled like Satoru, the candied scent of his cologne, the sweetness flooding your nostrils.Β
βNo,β You choked out, loathing how small it sounded. Staring at the sharp outline of his collarbones so you didn't have to look at his face, brain refusing to reconcile who you were looking at with who it actually was.
Suguru wasn't having it.Β
It was hard to tell what happened first when you still felt so dizzy, how fast he sat down, his hand twisting you around so you were on his lap, his chest on your back, his erection pressed against your spine. Forced to meet your own glossy eyes in the mirror, the necklace of hickeys left around your throat, your trembling body perched prettily on Gojo's thighs. His fingers pulling your thighs apart, repositioning you until you were directly above the dripping tip, your mouth dry at the thought of taking all of him like this.Β
You didn't think it'd fit.Β
For all your teasing and taunting, he was about to give you back everything you gave him tenfold.Β
βSu-β You nearly slipped up, blinking too fast.Β
But he shoved two fingers in your mouth, muffling your voice before Satoru overheard and spoiled the fun.Β
Automatically, you parted your lips for him, swirling your tongue around his knuckles, sucking softly, lashes fluttering closed while he ghosted over your entrance, his free hand tugging your hips down, pushing himself in inch by excruciating inch.Β
βCβmere,β He murmured in your ear, forcing past barely-there ring of resistance, all your muscles squeezing hard around him like he was the interloper here.Β
βOh, oh,β You panted, probably incoherent talking with his fingers pressed against your tongue like that. Your thighs quivering with the strain of being spread so open, your sore walls stretching around the delicious length of his shaft, the veins throbbing inside you while he continued to hold you down, slowly filling you up.
βSweetheart,β He purred, using the same saccharine voice Gojo always did, and you almost jolted, squirming, but he just chuckled dryly, clicking his tongue as he paused, the sound not quite covering your own whimper. Your chin tilted up, head reclining back to rest against his chest, pushing puffs of air out of your nose, clawing for some tiny sliver of control.Β
βFuck,β The sound of Suguru's voice from across the room, Satoru finally noticing what you and your boyfriend were doing with his body.Β
Peeking through heavy lashes to find his dark gaze in the mirror, his jaw slack at the sight of you looking so fucked-out on top of him, the needy noises pouring out despite the fingers still stuck in your mouth.Β
βEyes on me,β Your boyfriend muttered, his quiet voice firm when you pulled your attention back to the man behind you in the mirror.Β
Cold blue eyes locked onto yours, his pale cheeks making the flush show easier, his lips a pretty shade of pink while they left phantom kisses across the column of your throat.Β
βPlease,β You whispered against his fingers, his twitch feeling more like torture the longer he refused to move.Β
He pulled his fingers out, dragging his thumb across your bottom lip with a pleased sigh, slowly skimming his hand down your front so he could hold your other hip, his touch surprisingly delicate, controlled.Β
βYou really want me to fuck you while your boyfriend watches?β Suguru mocked, and you guessed it wasn't even incorrect in his assessment even if he was just playing his role. And really, he made a far better Gojo than the cheap imitation Satoru had been giving you of Geto.Β
You shakily nodded, your own hands gripping onto his, fingers laced between his much longer ones, the pad of your thumb rubbing tiny circles over his knuckles, a silent reminder that you loved him despite whatever lengths you were both willing to go to win this stupid game.Β
βPlease,β You repeated.Β
He bottomed out before you could breathe, his hips jerking up at the same time as he yanked you down, his tip not grazing, but smashed against your womb, deep enough that you were instinctively falling forward, trying to wiggle away, but he pulled you back before you could hit the mirror.Β
Whatever sound came out was strangled, your brain and your guts quite literally being scrambled by his rough thrusts, his hands easing you up just to spear you back down, feeling almost like you were being split open on his intimidating length.
βI-I,β You were stammering, gasping for air when every stroke seemed to slam the breath right out of you.Β
βWhat, baby?β He teased, his left hand drifting up to the bare strip of your midriff below your belly button, pressing down on it as if he could feel himself there.Β
βSβ too much,β You practically slurred, drunk on him and the stretch and the burn. He leaned in closer until his canines were teasing at your earlobe, shivering at how much of his body was already connected with yours.Β
βMy love,β He coo-ed, for your ears only, lost under the filthy smack of his hips against your skin, the sloppy noises of him bucking up into you. βYou can take it.β
It was embarrassing how easily he was pushing you back towards the edge, already on the precipice of another orgasm. Knowing your body like the back of his hand, angling himself to hit the same spongy spot as before, tears brimming along your lashes at how wrong right it felt.Β
How wrecked he looked in the mirror didn't help.Β
The stark white hair glued to his forehead with sweat, the muscles straining in his face, his bicep bulging, his fingers splayed out further to press down harder on your stomach, your body locking up when he drove himself deeper.Β
βS-Satoru,β You whined, starting to wonder if his dick was somehow lodged in your throat with how hard it was to manage less than a handful of syllables out.Β
βMm?β
βYeah?β
Idiots.Β
Suguru paused mid-thrust, sighing, stark-white eyebrows furrowed in frustration when he realized Satoru actually responded at the same time as him.Β
You both turned, peering over Gojo's shoulder at the real him.Β
You didn't think you'd ever seen Geto make that face, the panic that tinged his features, his mouth hanging open like even Satoru couldn't believe he'd given himself away.Β
βI-uh, listen,β He started to speak again, until his dark eyes narrowed, belatedly realizing that all your faces reflected was mild annoyance instead of confusion.Β
βI think I still won,β You peered up at your boyfriend with a little huff, pouting.Β
βDid you now?β He wryly murmured back, and you knew you lost when all it took was a harsh roll of his hips for you to moan his name this time.Β
βShit, Suguru,β You whined, gripping his right hand tight to anchor yourself when you were already fully at his whim. You were throbbing around him, the heat building from within, the swollen bundle of nerves starting to ache from his neglect.Β
βGiving up already?β He taunted.Β
You stayed silent, lips pressed together tight to hold in what might've been a rebuttal or begging.Β
βOh?βΒ
He hoisted you up, your whine at how empty you felt without him ringing through the room until he positioned you on the bed, manhandling you into place until you were on your hands and knees in front of his best friend. Satoru was blinking hard,Β sitting up and staring at you like he couldn't believe you were real.Β
It was something you'd seen before.Β
The silky black hair, the bangs stuck to his skin, the veins popping out on his fist when it was wrapped around his cock, a weird sort of comfort reassuring you at the soft sound of your name falling out of his mouth.Β
βWhen did you figure-β
βThe kitchen,β You started to shrug, a barely-there smile curling up until Suguru suddenly slid inside, not stopping until he managed to snugly force himself in to the hilt, your lips falling open as you made a strangled yelp.Β
The force of it pushing you forward, your hand grabbing one of Geto's sturdy thighs, scrambling for something to hold onto, Gojo's nails clawing at your hips, probably leaving little crescent moons on your skin. You doubted Suguru even realized it, his own usually clipped too-short to ever leave marks.Β
Geto's cock was barely inches away, the thick vein running along the side pulsing, Satoru apparently throbbing at the sight of him fucking you like you were on some invisible leash.Β
He might as well have been drooling.Β
βI think he needs a little help, baby,β Suguru was making fun of him, but you didn't think Satoru had it in him to care about anything other than the need that was surely coiling just as tightly inside him as it was in you.Β
βYeah?β You asked him, trailing your hand higher until it was cupping his balls, just close enough for your fingers to brush against where his own were wrapped so tightly around his dick. βYou want my help, Toru?β
His hand jerked up hard when you leaned in to slowly wrap your mouth around his tip, the point of your tongue slowly swirling over it.Β
You were content to keep teasing him, but your boyfriend had something else in mind, his next thrust unexpectedly forcing you to take Satoru in, the vein thrumming along your tongue as he hit the back of your throat. You nearly gagged, barely stopping yourself from biting down when you couldn't even breathe.Β
βDoinβ so good,β Suguru murmured softly, appreciatively, trailing delicate fingers across your spine to stop right at the nape of your neck, a smooth palm resting against it. You shivered, your shoulders rolling back just for him to push your head down on the last couple inches you hadn't managed to fit in your mouth before.Β
βOh fuck.β
You were inclined to agree with Satoru.Β
Actually gagging now, your cheeks hollowed out in your weak attempts to bob your head up-and-down, but he was acting like it was the best head he'd ever received, his groans sticking out over the sound of skin-on-skin and the never-ending whines of the mattress (and you.)
βYou okay?β Suguru muttered in your ear, his chest resting on top of your back, planting soft kisses over the sore bruises lining your collarbone. Checking in to make sure it wasn't too much like he didn't already know you just wanted more. Filled-up and fucked-out and somehow still starving for whatever affection either one would offer.Β
βMhm,β You moaned, the sound from your throat practically making the cock in your mouth jump at how needy it sounded.Β
Suguru was the kind of man who'd put your needs first.Β
Just in his, uh, own way.Β
Something almost intangible stretching you further, almost like Suguru had somehow managed to slip a condom on without even slipping out of you. Your mind was too hazy to process what was happening while it expanded in the tiniest of increments, your body reflexively jolting forward with nowhere to go. Whimpering meekly, your fingers digging into Geto's muscled thighs like it'd help any.Β
βOh, that's mean, Suguru,β Satoru chuckled hoarsely, apparently realizing what was happening before you had.Β
It wasn't until you noticed that there weren't any nails sinking into your skin, no honeyed kisses tracing your neck that you figured out Suguru was using infinity again.Β
βI'm mean?β Suguru wryly scoffed, more amused than annoyed considering he was still buried deep enough inside you he could probably feel your guts. βWhat do you think, sweetheart?β
He leaned in impossibly close, shuddering at the immense weight of the distance bearing down on you.Β
Even if they weren't both stuffing you full, you didn't know if you'd be able to formulate a reply. Stuck dumbly shaking your head no to take Suguru's side, shamelessly grinding your ass back against him, reduced to chasing your most basic instinct.Β
This time Satoru laughed, laced with a tight sort of disbelief. But you went back down on him, running your tongue along the vein and feeling the automatic rut of his hips, the laughter turning into a breathy moan of your name. Reaching out to caress your face while he fucked it, clearly close to cumming again.
Probably bruising the walls of your throat with the way he was rutting up into it, the girth forced up against the roof of your mouth. The sweet nothings rolling so easily off his tongue clued you in before the vein pulsing along the swirls of your tongue did, thick ropes of cum hitting the back of your throat, the tension in his muscles all relaxing at the same time while you struggled to swallow all of it.Β
βGod, I fucking adore you,β Satoru groaned, not making a move to pull out this time even after the last drops leaked out.Β
Infinity flickered off. It was hard to tell if it was on purpose or if maybe it was too much to maintain.
But Satoru slipped out of your mouth, watching you through half-lidded eyes, the pupils so wide they almost looked entirely black. Combing his fingers through his long hair, untangling a tiny knot you probably put in it tugging it earlier.Β
βSuguru,β You mewled, glancing over your shoulder at the white-haired sorcerer behind you, immediately regretting it at how tightly your stomach knotted at the reminder of whose body was fucking you.Β
You hated to admit it, but you were nearing your limit and you wouldn't put it past him to work you well over it if you didn't concede defeat soon.Β
βYeah?β He softened, his harsh pumps easing, his thumb hooked over your hip tracing tiny patterns.Β
βYou win,β You muttered under your breath, biting down on your lip.Β
βI know,β His voice was low, rolling straight through you, only stoking the desperation clawing its way up from your core.Β
Losing was still fun when it was with him.Β
His hand slipping around, not having to fumble to immediately find your clit, pinching at the sore bud just to make you gasp.Β
βSay please,β He teased, your company clearly in mind considering how much he was making you beg for it.Β
Satoru wasn't wrong. Suguru could be mean. You just liked it.Β
βPlease,β Your whisper was more of a rattle, your vocal cords straining to get the noise out. But it was enough. The pressure of his fingers working circles over your clit, massaging the same determined motions against it, damp streaks trailing down your cheeks at the tears brimming over your lashes.Β
The crescendo finally cresting, a white-hot wave of pleasure hitting you when pressed down just right. Blinding you to anything else other than the way he burned inside you, the ache in your heart at his proximity. You were only dimly aware of him cumming a handful of seconds later, just a faint inkling of surprise that he hadn't pulled out considering he was in Gojo's body, your already slick thighs pressing together when he pulled out like it'd contain what was dripping down them.Β
Your knees buckled, body simply refusing to support your weight and brain doing nothing to stop it.Β
Satoru caught you, leaning over to hook a sturdy arm around you and pull you on top of him, his other palm pressing your head down against his broad frame. His skin was still sticky, slick with sweat, every breath he forced in and out of his lungs making his chest move, the steady thrum of his heartbeat reverberating in your ear.Β
You didn't have enough strength left to move, letting him stroke your hair softly in silence.Β
Even if he wasn't currently stuck in Suguru's body, you suspected you'd still let him.Β
"You're okay," You barely processed his smooth murmur, still too lost in the haze of what happened.Β
"I would like my girlfriend back now," Suguru dryly remarked, a second set of hands sliding up your hips to grab your waist.Β
"Mine."
Did Satoru even realize how much he sounded like a five year old trying to steal someone else's toy on the playground?
Suguru crudely laughed, and your shiver was involuntary, how wrong it sounded to hear Gojo's body sound like that.Β
But he tugged you free from his own body's grasp, pulling you into a sitting position on the edge of the bed, a hand on your back to support you while he stood in front of you.Β
You didn't know if you could ever get used to this.
Staring at Gojo and knowing it was really Suguru, hearing his voice and feeling his hands, picking up on all the little mannerisms you'd grown attached to over the past couple years, how strange it felt to watch someone else do them.Β
"Are you-" You paused, flinching a little at how raw your throat felt. "Um, how long are you guys going to be stuck like this?"
"Dunno," Satoru chirped from the other end of the bed behind you while Suguru sighed, rolling those pretty blue eyes.Β
"Shoko said it might be a day or two," Suguru answered slowly, his serious stare focused on you, a deep crease between his brows that you'd never seen on Gojo before.Β
"Might?" You questioned, the first icy pinpricks of something close to dread starting to sink in at his careful choice of words.Β
"She has no idea," Satoru unhelpfully chimed in again, revealing what you guessed was probably the truth judging by Suguru's strained expression.Β
"You shouldn't worry about it, okay?"Β
It was pretty hard not to worry when those were the words leaving Gojo's mouth.Β
He leaned down to kiss you, softer this time, cupping your cheeks. You peeked, unable to help yourself. His sharp nose brushing against yours, his snowy lashes fluttered shut, the white brows peeking out above them.Β
"Kiss her like you mean it," Satoru heckled, the bed creaking while he got up. Suguru scoffed at his snipe, barely breaking the kiss. But he did listen, his teeth grazing against your swollen lower lip to dip his tongue further in.Β
βThat better?β Suguru sarcastically remarked when he pulled away.Β
βCould you do it again so I can get a picture?β Satoru was holding up his own phone, snagged from the pants Suguru had discarded earlier, his camera actually pointed towards where you were currently sitting in front of his actual body.Β
You were huffing, everything aching when you scrambled back to grab a pillow from the top of the bed to throw at him, giggling to yourself when you remembered he no longer had infinity to block it, the pillow smacking him straight in the face.Β
Suguru laughed at him, a lopsided smile forming when the six eyes landed on you.Β
βDon't think you're off the hook either,β You pouted, common sense and reasoning starting to trickle in for the first time since Satoru showed up.Β
βYou wanna punish me first?β Satoru cheekily volunteered himself, not making a move to put any of his, or you guessed really any of Geto's clothes back on.Β
βShut up,β Your face was still flushed, turning away, not sure how to even keep eye contact with either of them when they were swapped like this.Β
βGuess we should all just spend the night here, huh?β
poll on what happens in pt. two here
mini a/n: pls lemme know if you enjoyed hehe!!! this is meant to be a oneshot but honestly I'm so tempted to write literally a prequel a sequel and a spinoff bc I simply cannot help myself lmfao <3
Staring down at you splayed out beneath him, Atsumuβs breath hitches in his throat. He still hasnβt figured out yet if heβs dreaming or not.
If heβs really about to fuck his best friendβs girlfriend.
Your silk sheets are soft against his knees.
His cock is flushed and hard, dripping dark, sticky stains into the fabric below as it bobs between his legs. His balls ache.
Your tits are so perfect he thinks he could cry.
βDidnβt just invite ya here to look, ya know.β Kitaβs voice is a teasing rasp behind his left shoulder. He feels the warmth of his breath tickle the back of his neck.
Something bright and sharp zips down Atsumuβs spine.
And itβs like Kita can see the way it vibrates through him, like he traces the path of the sensation as his thumb skirts Atsumuβs lower back and nudges him forward.
Itβs only once Atsumuβs halfway inside of you that Kita speaks again. His tone is full of quiet amusement as he looks at the way Atsumuβs gripping the base of his dick, doing everything in his power not to empty his balls on sight at the mere sound of you moaning and the feeling of you clenching as he sinks into you.
βAtsumu,β Kita says quietly.
You clench again, wiggling a little beneath him, silently begging for more.
Atsumu inhales sharply. βYeah, Kita?β
Kita huffs, the heat of his chest meeting Atsumuβs back when he whispers, βShe can take more than that.β
Atsumu doesnβt have time to register his friendβs words before Kitaβs rocking forward against him with one firm stroke, bulge pressed to his ass and thrusting him forward to sink into your tight, wet heat balls deep.
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