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𝗔𝗠𝗢𝗥 𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗧 𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗠. //𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎.

He loved her since childhood, yet she married another man.

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Suguru Geto was never seen like a man interested in relationships. Not flings, not one-night stands, real relationships. Unlike his best friend satoru who used to have tons of girlfriends week after week, Suguru wasn't fond of it. Don't get him wrong, he did like to have his fun too, but once he had it and was satisfied he never once was seen again.

It's not like he didn't want a relationship either. He wished for the warmth of a relationship, he craved the proximity and he needed that closeness with someone, but not with anyone. Because he only wanted you.

He always did.

Everytime he felt some random woman's hand run through his hair, every moment he felt someone admiring his beauty, everytime he was sent gifts from some "secret admirer" on valentines, everyday he woke up next to some lady he met on a party..he wished it was you. No matter how many hands he held, they never fit his like yours do. No matter how many people he met, none of their personalities was made for his like yours is. Maybe that's why he never really even tried to establish a serious romantic relationship with someone, because he knows no one will fit him like you do.

"It's no use. If she doesn't like you by now, give up. Want something to smoke the pain away?"

Yeah, shoko said that to him more than once and he remembers it too well. He always ignored the last part, because Suguru knew you didn't like the smell of cigarettes from the way your beautiful face turns into an expression of disgust when you smell it. He has always been able to admire your beauty, even when he first met you as a child and decided to play with this pretty kid from the other class.

Oh, how he cursed the day that he met you.

He remembers it as clear as a day, it was a snowy day in primary school. He was in class, waiting while sitting on a chair while he waited for his patents to pick him up since they were late because of work. All the kids were already gone, and he was just staring at the floor while patiently following his teacher's orders.

—Psst!

He looked around for the owner of that sound. The door wasn't opened, and nobody was inside of the class too.

—Over here!

Suguru looked to his right, seeing another child standing on a chair to get part of their face visible through the tall window. The kid waved, and he found himself waving too.

—You look bored, want to play?

He looked around the classroom for a second. He was more than happy to have someone to play, but it was a classroom. What game could he play here, if it wasn't doing basic mathematical exercises?

—Bur there are no games here..

To his surprise, the child nodded.

—I know! But look.—The kid proceeded to signal to the opposite window, the one that had looks to the exterior of the school.—There's snow. We can make a snowman, like the movies!

He sounded interested in her offer. However, he was still not fully trusting you.

—Won't we get sick? I'll say it's your fault if i catch a cold!

He said, pointing at you with his finger along with a sly smile. Even if there was a dirty window between the two of you, he could still feel the warmth of the smile you just gave him then.

—No worries! I'll make sure you stay warm.

—You promise?

He looked at the child's innocent eyes that grew excited as he seemed to have agreed to play with her now. His lips curved into a smile due to this.

—I promise!

And he trusted her word. His mom once said that promises couldn't be broken once you make them, so that kid was responsible of him now in case he grew cold. He got off of his chair, opened the door and finally saw her whole, not just half of their face looking at him through a window. The child he has been talking to smiled as they got off a chair to get to his level, and he helped her get the chair back to the classroom it was borrowed from before going outside.

The kid was called Y/N, he learned.

And you were so fun to be with. He played with you, made a few snowmen, threw snowballs at eachother, and laughed the hardest for a long time when he hit you and you fell to a huge pile of snow. He thought you were going to be boring at first, that you were just one of those stupid kids who laughed at him because he claimed to see "spirits" or "curses" as he liked to call them, but you weren't. You didn't even understand what he meant when he talked to you about them, however you were sweet about it. You even said it was alright and that everyone has imaginary friends, he just has tons of them! That's cool, isn't it? Having so many friends must be cool.

For a moment, he thought it was cool too.

Not a curse, not a gift, but something cool only he could do.

And that single feeling of being someone "cool", someone interesting and not some crazy child, made him feel free for the hour he kept playing with you until his parents picked him up. He was scolded for being outside and catched a huge cold that had him in bed for two whole days, but it was okay. He liked the way you kept him entertained that day, so he forgave you for breaking the promise.

Yeah, he liked you.

Suguru sighed, those memories he thought he would eventually forget coming back to him. He was a shy kid, and you made him get out of his comfort zone. That little you tore down his walls and stepped all over his beloved silence until he began to hate it as much as you did. Now, there was no place for it when you were together and he got used to you yapping everytime just like Satoru. Only difference was he actually enjoyed your voice, he found the tone you spoke to him with quite relaxing.

He noticed how you always had a different tone for each person.

It was endearing, to say the least. Suguru loved the way you called for him, the way his name sounded so sweet from your lips. When you talked to him, he noticed your voice was soft. Softer than usual, soft as if you knew you didn't have to raise your voice for him to understand you better. Sometimes there wasn't even a need to say something for him to understand you, but he still pretended he didn't hear you just to listen to your voice once again.

He adored your voice.

And maybe, just maybe, that was the reason he was calling you to tell you this instead of texting you right now.

He thought about it once again, how brave he was being right now when as a teen he couldn't be able to even look at your face despite being your childhood friend. It was all because he had just discovered he had this silly crush on you, wasn't it?

Oh, how he cursed the day he fell in love with you.

It was when he recently joined the jujutsu tech, as far as he remembers. You two were then at his home, with a bottle and a half of alcohol empty, doing both a celebration and goodbye party. He got into the college, but that only meant he was leaving you behind to go and live in Tokyo while you stayed at his childhood town. That explains why you were completely drunk, drunk enough to look at him and not think about how he was going to leave next week.

—Going to fall asleep already?

You looked at Suguru with sleepy eyes. Right, you two were on the sofá with some of those random pathetic TV shows at 3am as background noise as you leaned on his shoulder and he talked about the people he was going to have class with. None of the ones he described to you seemed interesting since, for you, your Suguru was always going to be the strongest. However, you listened to him carefully anyways like you always do.

—No, I won't.

He chuckled.

—Right. I'll be guessing you're spending the night here?

He felt a slight nod against his shoulder.

—You even dare to think i won't?

—Not at all, m'am.—You rolled your eyes at the formal nickname, getting your head off his shoulder as a punishment. You also intended to get up to be more dramatic, but a hand on your waist stopped you.—You're drunk, i wouldn't recommend standing up just yet.

You looked to the side, meeting his half lidded eyes and cocky smile as he talked to you. A slight blush crept its way on his cheeks due to the alcohol, but didn't sound drunk at all despite all of that.

—So what? It's time to go to bed anyways, Suguru.

—You actually intend to go to bed knowing how tipsy we are right now?

—No, but i do want a blanket from your bedroom.

He looked at you and wondered if you were serious. Alcohol warms people up, so how could you be cold? It was winter, but his house was surely warm enough to stay hot and comfy.

—Hell, are you sick?

The hand on your waist pulled you closer to him and as a result you ended up with your head on his chest. Next thing you knew, a pair of soft lips were pressed on your temple for a few seconds until the feeling of them disappeared.

—You don't seem to have a fever.

You looked up, not caring about what he just did and how your actions could be misunderstanded if someone walked in right then. You were always this close to Suguru. You didn't mind being this close to his chest, neither did you care if he pulled you by the waist, and the feeling of his lips on your forehead to check your temperature was just another of the things you've grown used to. Not only that, but you were too drunk to even give it a second thought. Hell, he could have kissed you on the lips with the excuse of checking if you're sick and you wouldn't have thought anything bad about it because of how sleepy you were getting.

And he knew that.

He just didn't know why he wanted to do it so bad.

That time when he was leaning in to kiss your forehead his tired gaze lingered on your lips for a bit, nothing too weird. You were wearing that lipstick shade he helped you pick, and it suited you really good! It was okay, so why did he feel the urge to ruin it until his lips were of that shade too? Why did he feel like he was doing something wrong by pulling you into his chest, thinking of this as something that wouldn't be quite considered friendship?

—Hey, Suguru.

Your voice interrumpted his thoughts. You were still on his chest, now in a comfy position and playing with a strand of his loose dark hair. The man simply looked at you, mumbling a soft "mm?" waiting for you to keep going even if he knew you were just going to tell the most carefree thing ever since you were drunk.

—I've been thinking, and i'm really glad you're the one I get to call my best friend.

Best friend.

Yeah, he needed to get that carved into his brain urgently since that was what you two were, are, and will be. There was no space to even think about something as complex as some kind of attraction to his kind of cute childhood friend, and he was once again reminded of it. All the times he got butterflies just because you held his hand like you always do, he needs to get rid of all of them. All of the times his heart raced because of a silly kiss on his cheek, the long hugs, the late night talks about life..it needs to stop. It was dirty to think of you in a way beyond friendship when you saw a brother in him, and he knew that. You didn't see it the way he wanted you to, so he had to start forcing himself to think the way you do.

It should be easy, that's what he thought when he first felt this strange around you.

Yet, it was anything but easy.

So with a sigh, he placed a hand on top of your head while the other one rested on your lower back. He positioned the two of you so you completely lay on the couch and turned off the TV, admiring how you didn't even question his actions as you waited for an answer to what you said a few seconds ago.

—Yes, i'm grateful you're my friend too.

"Liar", he thought.

But what could he do? He doesn't like you anymore.

It's clear now,

He entirely loves you.

The phone made a sound, and it once again stopped him from daydreaming.

—Suguru?

He heard you talk from the other line. The man smiled just by hearing you call his name.

—Y/N.

Suguru called your name back, his voice was deep and sweet, and had this endearing sweet touch that made it sound like he was purring your name.

—It's late, why did you call me?

You didn't even sound worried despite the fact that he was calling you so out of nowhere, this was a normal thing. He kept quiet for a bit, he could hear some utensils being moved around.

Perhaps you were at home, cooking?

That's good, he loved your cooking. You made food for him several times, so many that he lost count. Seeing you cook while he waited leaning on the kitchen's counter made him dream of a universe where you cooked for him everyday. Oh, how he imagined you cooking something for him as he got from work. You and him, at home, married and not friends. That's the perfect life, the life he desired next to you.

However, it was not possible.

He exhaled.

—I'm not going to attend your wedding.

He didn't even get to keep talking, and the sound of a metal object —some cutlery, he guessed— hitting the floor was already interrupting him.

—What do you mean?!

You asked him desperately, getting worried. What did he mean by not coming to your wedding? Was he crazy? He was one of the only people you specifically wanted to see at your ceremony. You wanted to spend your special day with him, who you considered part of your family at this point. You wanted to recieve an speech from him congratulating you as he promised, you wanted him to joke about how your husband's family was so dry, you wanted him to see you in your wedding dress.

And he did, too.

He just wasn't able to.

—Suguru!

You called for him, waiting for an explanation. He stayed quiet for a second, the only thing you could hear from his line was the sound of heavy steps and wind. He was walking through an alley, leaning on the wall once he was there.

—Listen, i can't.

—Why?!

He wondered about what excuse would suit best right now to give it to you. "I love you" he wished to say, but was it really relevant when you were soon to marry another man? How could he even dare to be as selfish as that, letting you know of all of the times he took advantage of your friendship to have an excuse to hold you? How could he, as a man, ever think of saying such a thing? However, you did deserve to know the truth. Was he really going to tell you?

He shook his head, a bittersweet smile in his face.

—I can't, Y/N. Something just came up, and I-

—Something more important than your best friend's wedding day? Really, Suguru?

—Yeah.

He hated the way your breath hitched at that, the way he could feel the pain in your voice. Because the pain you felt, he felt it even worse. Everytime the smallest of the corners of your heart broke, his whole soul shattered.

—And you can't even give me an explanation?

Your voice cracked. He just stayed quiet, and you got your answer.

Your tone changed this time.

—I hope you're glad of what you've just done. Don't you dare to call me again, Geto.

You hung up, and he knew he fucked you up.

His last name was spat with what felt like venom through his ears, the feeling of not hearing you calling out his name with a cheery tone had him at the verge of tears. It was his decision, so why was it so hard to do this to you? You were supposed to be the only woman he could ever love, and he just hurt you.

His shaky hands threw his phone across the street, frustration getting over him.

Fuck it.

He crawled along the alley still leaning against the wall for support, sitting on the ground once he reached the edge of it. His breathing was accelerated, he didn't know if it was due to stress or the stinging pain coming from his shoulder.His head leaned back as he hissed in pain, clutching on his arm.

Or what was left of it, anyways.

Blood stained his hands, which he didn't even realize were paler than usual. He left out a shaky breath, recalling all of the things that happened faster than he could ever imagine. He was beat up by this kid called Yuta, ruined his relationship with you and was about to die, all in a span of time of a few hours.

It was for the best.

—Suguru.

A voice called his name. For a second he thought he would see you, but the voice was too masculine to be yours. His mind must be playing games on him.

He opened his eyes, seeing a white haired man he knew a little too well.

—Ah, Satoru.

Satoru looked at him with those eyes, those eyes that used to be filled with emotion now looking empty. His friend kept quiet, so Suguru kept talking.

—You know, just had a chat with your wife. We might have fought a little.

Yes, Satoru's wife. That was no one but you, the only woman he could have ever desired, taken from him by his best friend. He was mad at first, hearing that you and satoru were offcially dating.

Satoru knew he liked you, so why?

He was crazy, refused to talk to Satoru in private or when you were not looking. He placed his trust on Satoru when he said he would respect his crush, and he betrayed it. He didn't even understand why would he do such thing when Satoru was known for having like.. four, five? girlfriends in one month. He didn't want his best friend to break your heart.

But then he saw it.

He saw the way Satoru looked at you and noticed how you looked at him back.

Fuck, you loved eachother.

Because he knew that gaze of yours, he dreamed of it more than he could ever count. He wished of the day you would look at him like that, but Satoru got that dream come true before him. He cried until the next morning that day, cursing fate for giving him a heart that wasn't his, but yours. He cried because no matter what he did for a decade, Satoru got you in just two years.

Was it Satoru's eyes? Was it his pale hair? Perhaps you thought he was unattractive. He knew he was always going to be less than his best friend, but he thought that maybe you would choose him and not the strongest.

But you didn't.

And with time, he learned how to live with it. He helped Satoru pick anniversary gifts for you, supported your relationship with him, calmed you down when you and Satoru fought, helped satoru pick a ring and propose to you... Hell, he was going to be Satoru's man of honor at your wedding too. How could he not? You looked so happy when you gave him that handwritten invitation letter inviting him you to your wedding with another man while his heart crushed in silence.

But everytime, he smiled at you.

Because you were happy, and Suguru wouldn't want anything but that.

And that's why he, even though he took the thing he wanted the most, smiled at satoru who was looking at him in this pathetic situation where he didn't even have an arm and was covered in blood. Yes, he had no bad things to say about his best friend if he was the one making you happy.

—Told her i wouldn't attend the wedding. You must understand why, huh?

Satoru tried his best not to let his serious and professional expression fall at Suguru's words. He seemed as if he was so calm, but he knew what he was thinking. The white haired man simply kneeled down in front of him.

—She used to like you too.— He spoke in a low voice.—A year before we started dating. Remember when she started to wear ponytails? Asked me what your type was and i said that because i didn't actually know.

Suguru's eyes darted towards his friend's, looking for the slightest clue that would indicate that he was lying. He wasn't, he knew that gaze.

—Why are you telling me that?

—Thought you would want to die with a happy thought. I know you still..

"You still love her" he wanted to say, but suguru's chuckle didn't let him continue. Satoru saw the widest smile he could have seen in his best friend's face since years and years ago. He laughed and laughed, forgetting about the pain he was feeling at that moment. More than feeling like he lost a chance, he felt glad; not because he didn't even realize it, but because of the fact that if you liked him once, that would only mean you had looked at him. It was okay, because you laid your eyes on him and he was chosen by you. He was worthy enough to be liked by you, and he felt his younger self scream of joy inside of him.

That made him even happier, because It means that maybe, in another universe, he gets to make his dream come true and finally date you withouth having to worry about ruining your friendship. In another universe, maybe he gets to be the reason of your happiness. A universe with no curses, where you two live separated from the world and live a married life with children.

Yeah, nothing could make him happier than that.

So he closed his eyes and rested his head on the wall, relaxed and ready to accept the fate his friend was going to give him. His smile didn't ever fade, grateful for what Satoru told him.

—At least curse me a little at the very end..

—AUTHOR'S NOTE: honestly not really happy with how i've written this fic, i was kind of rushed. However, hope you liked it!

It's not edited, so let me know if there are any mistakes.

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forty-love

pairing: satoru gojo x suguru geto x f!reader

themes/content: tennis player gojo, tennis player geto. smut. language, brief alcohol consumption, petnames (baby, sweetheart), fingering (f receiving), handjob (m receiving), oral (f receiving, very brief m receiving), creampie, cum eating, p in v (doggy, reverse cowgirl). 18+, MDNI

word count: 5.1k

a/n: can you guys tell i watched challengers and miss tennis also yay my first stsg smut (based on their vibes from hidden inventory bc they're just so silly teehee) hope y'all enjoyyy (i also have no idea how this got so long oops)

Heat radiates off the court, the sun beaming down against your skin. The air is dry, tense, the only sound between the chirping cicadas is the bright green tennis ball being thrown against the ground.

Once.

Twice.

Gojo readies his racquet, tossing the ball into the air as his eyes meet the glaring sun. In one swipe the crack of his serve electrifies the stadium. The opposing team swings but doesn’t even come in contact with his hit, the ball rattling the fence behind them as applause breaks out.

“And with that, Gojo and Geto have won the men’s doubles!” the announcer’s voice booms through the arena.

The white-haired boy tosses his racquet aside as he charges his teammate, gripping him in a hug as they tumble across the court. Even from the stands their grins are palpable, the shared ecstasy of victory radiating off their bodies.

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“Y’know,” Gojo starts through a mouthful of orange slices, “that backhand you hit during the second set was crazy.”

“Satoru,” Geto chuckles, “you know it’s rude to talk with food in your mouth.” Reaching up a hand, he wipes away the juice that had begun trickling down the other boy’s chin with his thumb. “But thank you. That’s what practice gets you.”

“I practice!” Gojo retorts, continuing to chew the flesh of the fruit.

“When, between all the beer and girls?” Suguru takes a long sip of his Gatorade, his dark eyes never wavering from the bright cerulean of his friend’s.

“S’not my fault I know how to balance work and play,” he teases. “Speaking of which, you’re going to the Nike party with me tonight.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No, Satoru, we have our final match against each other tomorrow, and I’m not planning to throw the game because you just so happen to convince me to join you in your debauchery.”

“Yes,” Gojo smirks, “because I’m gonna be there, and I refuse to go without you.”

With a roll of his eyes, Geto acquiesces, unable to refuse Satoru’s dramatic pout as he bats his eyelashes. “Fine, but you have to at least let me win a set when we play tomorrow.”

“Deal,” Satoru beams, filling his mouth with another slice of orange.

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The party is loud, neon lights glaring against the darkness of the night. Music blares as miscellaneous players chat, chasing whatever brand deal or sponsorship they think they deserve.

You’re better than that, though - after all, you already have your scholarship lined up for school next year, a full-ride to play tennis until you graduate college. The peace of that knowledge allows you to stand at the outskirts of the party, idly sipping your drink, unpressured to force a conversation with those around you.

When Gojo and Geto walk in, you swear you feel the air thicken. Recruiters flock to them, opponents run from them, but everyone who’s anyone knows that they’re here. You roll your eyes at the theatrics, turning your attention to tug at the hem of your skirt.

“Hey,” a sudden voice appears beside you as the smell of cologne hits your senses, the scent vaguely reminiscent of the ocean. Glancing up, your eyes meet the brightest blue ones you’ve ever seen. “I’m Gojo,” he introduces, extending his hand out.

Crossing your arms, you smirk. “I know who you are.”

Behind him, another man suddenly appears, his dark hair pulled back into a bun. “I’m Geto,” he waves, not willing to enter the trap of your rejection by offering his hand.

Gojo’s lips form into a sly grin as he eyes you up. “Well, we know who you are, too.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” he tilts his head - god, he was cocky. “You won the women’s singles today, we caught the end of your game. You played well.”

Taken aback at his genuine compliment, you almost let your guard down, relaxing your shoulders. “T-thanks,” you stammer, suddenly taking in the reality of being flattered by the Satoru Gojo.

“But,” he smirks, “you should’ve won an hour before we got there - your opponent had a weak spot on her forehand volley, you should’ve exploited it.”

And there’s the overconfidence.

Rolling your eyes, you scoff. “Thanks,” you reply sarcastically, turning to leave, “but I don’t remember asking you to be my coach.”

“You haven't, yet.” A devilish smile is plastered on Satoru’s face, illuminated by the glowing lights around you.

“What he means to say,” Suguru interrupts, shooting a momentary glare at his friend, “is that we’d love to play with you sometime. You’re really good, and we can tell you have a lot of potential.”

Your cheeks involuntarily blush at his kindness, his honesty.

“I’ll, uh, I’ll think about it,” you mumble through the grin beginning to form on your face, still gathering your things to go. The noise of the music was beginning to blur your vision, your head pounding after a full day in the sun. Your muscles hurt, and you just want to collapse into the uncomfortable mattress in your hotel room.

“Leaving already?” Gojo teases as you begin to walk away from the pair.

Geto smacks his arm before looking at you apologetically. “If you’re staying at the same hotel the competition put all the players up in, there’s a way home that goes right along the ocean, if you want us to walk with you?”

“Didn’t you guys just get here, though? Don’t you want to stay and get courted by brand deals or something?” you ask somewhat rhetorically, incredulous that they would choose to leave with you.

“Psh, like we need it,” Gojo rolls his eyes.

With that, Suguru fully shoves him, his lanky limbs nearly catching over a nearby chair before he regains his balance, a pout evident on his face as he stares at the dark-haired man. “Again, what Satoru means is that he’s already got a Nike sponsorship, and I’m on a scholarship for next year; we only came tonight because we had to make an appearance.”

The gentleness in his voice inspires trust, a certain warmth to him that invites you in. Sighing, you accept their shared offer. “Well, I guess if we’re walking the same way back anyways, you might as well join me.”

A soft grin spreads across Suguru’s features as he leads you and a falsely-dejected Satoru from the venue.

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The soft sounds of waves crashing fills your ears from where you kneel along the beach, sand scratching at your bare thighs. The two men sit across from you, Satoru’s head resting on Suguru’s shoulder, his white hair illuminated under the moonlight. Somehow your walk home had detoured when they promised to show you their favorite spot, one they had found when they competed here a few years prior: the cove where you currently rest is private, away from the noise of the party or any other remnants of society. It’s peaceful.

You clear your throat, finally breaking the silence. “You two played well today too, y’know.”

Geto lights up at your words, a new excitement brewing beneath his skin. “You watched our game?” His hands continue methodically working over Gojo’s calves which sprawled across his lap, releasing the tension he had built up from their earlier match.

“Of course I did,” you hum, your fingers absentmindedly drawing small patterns into the sand. “I wouldn’t have missed your game for the world. You two are about to qualify for the Open, and I honestly think you have a good shot at winning it.”

“Oh, we’re gonna win it,” Gojo states matter-of-factly, his gaze lazily focused on the sky above you.

You can’t help but laugh at his confidence, the sound bubbling from your throat against the stillness of the night air. “How can you be so sure?”

“Because,” he begins, rising from where he rested against Geto, locking eyes with you, “we’re the best.”

“You aren’t the best,” you scoff in reaction. Hearing your own words, your face suddenly flushes in embarrassment - you did not just insult the two top-ranked tennis players in the country, did you?

Satoru pulls himself onto his hands and knees, leaning forward towards you as his eyes glimmer with the excitement of a challenge. Suguru’s hand rests on his back, ready to pull him back down if he oversteps (as he often does).

“Oh yeah?” he taunts, inching closer to you. “And why is that?”

“Because what you play isn’t tennis.”

Your words seem to stun the two boys, their actions suddenly halting as they turn to you. Allowing a moment of silence to settle, your gaze falls on the waves before you, the calmness soothing your thoughts.

“Tennis is electricity, an ocean. It’s a back and forth, a give and take. All I saw out there was you taking.”

“I don’t see anything wrong with taking what I want,” Gojo smirks, “especially when what I want is to win.”

“There’s nothing wrong with it,” you follow, “but it’s not tennis.” Standing, you brush the sand from your skirt. “I hope to see you two actually play tennis tomorrow.”

Before you can leave, Geto’s voice breaks the silence.

“Come by our room tonight,” he purrs, gathering his confidence. “I’ll show you I know more than just how to take.”

A glimmer of mischief twinkles in your eyes as you turn to him, a sly smile growing across your face. “I’ll think about it.”

Turning, you walk across the beach back to the hotel.

In your absence, Gojo playfully smacks Geto’s arm. “Holy shit dude, that was smooth!” he laughs. “You think it’s actually gonna work for us?”

“‘Us’?” Geto smirks. “I was the one putting in all the work back there, you were just being an overconfident ass.”

“Psh, girls love my confidence,” he chuckles, a sound like raindrops falling on the calm waters of the sea. His blue eyes nearly glow under the moonlight, a brightness to them that’s never lost on Suguru. “Better head back and get ready for our date, though.”

“You keep saying ‘our,’” Geto teases, a newfound warmth beginning to cover his body in contrast to the cool night air as the two stand to leave.

“You know it’s always you and me, buddy,” Satoru smiles, wrapping his arm around the man’s shoulders as they plod through the sand. “You and me.”

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A knock alerts Gojo and Geto, who had been laying across the floor of their shared hotel room, eagerly awaiting your arrival. Satoru reaches the door first, swinging it open and welcoming you inside. Suguru, meanwhile, remains seated on the floor, his eyes covering your body as you saunter towards him: the curve of your thighs perfectly captured under your tennis skirt, the dip of your shoulders under your tank top, somehow a perfect balance of strength and poise.

Crossing your legs, you seat yourself across from Geto; Gojo is quick to join, holding out a beer to you. Shortly after he cracks open his own, he tosses another to Suguru as he spreads his legs out into the space between the three of you.

Tension builds in the air, an unspoken question forming in the back of your minds: why are you really here?

Even you weren’t certain - sure, Geto and Gojo were hot, and talented, obviously, a true force to be reckoned with in the tennis world. But more than that, they had a certain reputation, a gravitational pull to them. Anyone who got close to the pair was launched into fame, their very presence enough to garner wealth by proxy. And, yes, you had your scholarship, but was it a sin to want more? You had dreamt of going pro since you were old enough to hold a racquet, and now, with the two of them seated before you, it finally feels within your grasp.

Satoru clears his throat. “So, did your boyfriend happen to catch your game today?” he raises his eyebrows.

Gojo was many things, but subtle was not one of them.

“No,” you state, your gaze maneuvering between the two. They shift uncomfortably, waiting for you to continue. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

They both visibly relax, grinning in unison.

“Good,” Suguru hums, almost inaudible above the hum of the air conditioning.

“What about you, did your girlfriends watch you play?” you smirk, bouncing the question back to them.

Geto is quick to shake his head, “Don’t have one,” he smiles easily.

Leaning forward, Gojo ruffles his friend’s hair, which now hangs loosely over his shoulders, released from the bun that held it earlier in the night. “Don’t you worry, sweetheart,” he purrs, tilting his head towards Geto, “his lips haven’t touched a woman’s in a while.”

Suguru roughly shoves him off, a sigh leaving his lips. Turning his attention to you, he forces his frown into a weak smile. “I promise, I’ve kissed plenty of girls.” Tilting your head slightly in jest, his words finally register in his mind. “N-not like that, just, I-”

“I think she gets it,” Gojo jokes, pulling himself from where he landed on the ground to sit behind his friend.

Another momentary silence falls, the energy between you crackling in expectation. Satoru’s hands find their way back to Suguru’s body, idly massaging his shoulders as the pair fixes their gaze on you. Behind Gojo’s irises lies burning hot flames; behind Geto’s, well-controlled embers.

“So,” you eye the boys seated across from you, a subtle intimacy underlying their actions, the gentle motion of Satoru’s fingers into Suguru’s skin, “have you two ever kissed?”

“No.” Geto answers immediately.

“Well…” Gojo trails off with a smirk, “remember that one time?”

Suguru shoots him a glare that could kill, eyes cold despite the fire behind them. “That doesn’t count.”

Leaning forward, a grin tugs at the corners of your lips as the rough carpet digs into your skin. “Oh, do tell?”

Gojo mimics your motions, pulling himself onto his knees in front of you. “Around the time we met, Suguru here, the sweetheart he is, got himself a girlfriend but hadn’t had his first kiss yet. So I, being the generous friend that I am, helped teach him how to do it.”

Glancing at Geto, a redness spreads across his cheeks, one that could be designated as rage or embarrassment, either an appropriate reaction to the information that had been unexpectedly revealed. “That was years ago, Satoru,” he grumbles.

“So you’re saying you’re a pro now, Geto?” you purr, egging him on as you place your palms in front of you, the air between you two sparking. “Why don’t you show me what Gojo taught you then, hm?”

A hint of panic lies behind his gaze as he meets yours, taking in a steadying breath. Despite the hesitation in his mind, his body knows he wants this, wants you. Without a word, he lifts a hand to your face, cupping your jaw against his rough fingertips. Pulling you in, his lips meet yours.

He’s soft, calculated, as he kisses you. Parting his lips he gently swipes his tongue along your lower lip, bringing you closer and closer. He’s patient and reserved, just like how he plays.

Separating for a moment, a small smile appears on his face before you turn your attention to the man next to you.

“Alright, Gojo, let’s learn from the coach,” you hum.

Immediately he crawls over to you, a complete and utter lack of hesitation as his hands find you, one moving to the nape of your neck and the other to your hip.

As his lips crash into yours, he’s demanding, ravenous. His tongue roughly works its way into your mouth, exploring it like his first taste of water after hours on the court, like he’ll never get to kiss you again.

Pulling away, you smile, eyes covering the two men seated in front of you. “Okay, c’mere,” you grin as you seat yourself at the end of their pushed-together twin beds.

“W-which one of us?” Geto asks.

As the words hit the air, Gojo is already moving, plopping himself down at the edge of the bed as he looks at you expectantly. Blinking at his friend’s sudden motion, Suguru follows quickly, seating himself on your other side.

Your eyes meet Gojo’s, a hint of mischief behind the cerulean, before turning to Geto, hesitation and nervousness spread across his features. Might as well make this interesting.

Shifting your body into Suguru’s, his eyelashes flutter closed as your lips meet his again. Grabbing at his shirt, you tug him closer.

“Loosen up,” you murmur into his mouth as your hands travel over his body.

Behind you, Gojo’s envy gets the best of him as he reaches around your torso. Placing open-mouth kisses along your neck, his palms travel over your chest, groping at your tits through your bra. He melds into you from behind as a moan escapes your throat, the warmth of their bodies blanketing you. Geto begins moving his arms, grabbing at any inch of your skin he can find. Before you realize it, your clothes are discarded, the boys’ shirts lost to the depths of the dirtied hotel room. Skilled fingers trace the curves of your body, tingles of electricity left in their wake.

Gojo chuckles behind you as his hands find their way between your legs, fingertips tracing your clothed cunt, sending a shiver up your spine.

“A bit eager, are we?” he teases, pulling your soaked panties to the side.

Any insults you began to form die in your throat as his long fingers enter you, a choked, “fuck” the only thing you can get out in response. His fingertips prod at your gummy walls, finding the spot that has you rocking your hips forward, grinding yourself onto him. Your moans echo into Geto’s mouth as you chase your release.

Right as you feel the heat inside you threatening to overflow, Gojo’s motions still.

“W-why’d you stop?” you practically whine, finally breaking away from your kiss with Suguru to face him over your shoulder.

That annoying smirk is plastered on Satoru’s face as he leans forward, his hot breath tickling your skin as his lips brush against yours.

“That was me giving, now it’s my turn to take.”

Gojo’s arms reach around you to push Geto back onto the bed, your body still trapped between the two as you catch yourself on all fours. The dark-haired man looks up at you, stunned into silence as his hands rest tentatively on your hips. You gasp as Satoru suddenly pulls your panties down, the cool air hitting your heat.

Your gaze lands on Suguru’s, your eyes wide before you feel the pressure of Gojo’s cock pressing against your entrance from behind you. Your jaw slacks as your eyes roll back, the stretch of him overcoming your senses as he slides in inch by inch. Geto takes the opportunity to latch his lips to yours, imprecisely sucking against your soft skin.

Satoru’s moans fill the space as he bottoms out inside you. “Fuuuuuck, y’feel so good,” he groans, his pelvis resting against your ass.

As he pulls his hips away, his tip barely kissing your folds, his rough fingertips are suddenly felt against your clit. He imprecisely circles the sensitive bud as he thrusts back into you. In unison, you and Geto moan into each other through the kiss.

“Keep strokin’ me, jus’ like that, mmm,” Suguru hums from beneath you.

Fighting against the haze of your ecstasy as Gojo continues rolling his hips into you, you manage to focus your gaze downward, finding Satoru’s free hand wrapped around Suguru’s cock, precum smearing as he pumps his length.

“S’not - ah - me,” you manage to get out through Gojo’s increasingly rough thrusts.

Geto’s eyelids flit open, landing on Gojo’s over your shoulder. As soon as the two make eye contact, Satoru squeezes Suguru slightly harder as his thumb circles his tip, forcing his eyes back into his skull as his hips thrust desperately into his friend’s first.

Satoru chuckles from behind you as he begins to kiss up your spine, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. His teeth nibble at your skin, the slight pain making your back arch further, letting his cock reach impossibly deeper inside you. From the new angle, he hits the same spot he proudly found moments prior.

“R-right there, Gojo, fuck,” you moan, your hands tightly gripping the sheets to stabilize yourself against the weight of his body on top of you.

From beneath you, Geto’s cock twitches in Gojo’s palm as he weakly breathes, “Call him Satoru.”

“Mhm, y’know me so well, Sugu,” Satoru purrs.

His thrusts are unrelenting, imprecise, needy. He’s working purely off instinct and lust as he pumps in and out of you.

“Satoru,” you whine, his motions pulling you closer and closer to your release.

“Y’gonna cum?” he breathes into your neck.

You would roll your eyes at the fact that you can practically hear his smirk through his words before a particularly deep thrust pulls a choked “a-ah mmm” from you.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Gojo chuckles. “Me too, baby, me too.”

His tip repeatedly prods against your sweet spot as his thumb picks up its pace against your clit.

“Hey, Suguru,” the man thrusting into you purrs, “tell me, does she look pretty when she creams all over my cock?”

Geto’s eyes flicker open, his gaze hazy as Satoru continues palming his shaft. Suddenly, your vision goes blind in ecstasy. Broken cries escape your throat as Gojo’s cock twitches inside you, painting your insides white, his hips never stilling as he fucks you through your high.

As you come down, Suguru’s words pull you back to reality. “Yeah,” he breathes from below you, “she looks real pretty.”

“Aww,” Gojo fake whines, “well that’s no fair.” He pulls out, his cum threatening to trickle down your thighs as he removes himself from Geto’s cock to grab the man’s hand. Pulling him up, he spins you around so Suguru is seated with you in his lap, your back pressed against his chest. “Now I wanna see her cum while you fuck her, Suguru,” Gojo hums.

With that, the white-haired man kneels before you, one palm resting on your thigh as his fingers spread open your folds. He slowly rubs the mix of your shared essence over your puffy cunt, his eyes full of awe.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he murmurs, mostly to himself. Turning his attention back to you and Geto, he smirks. “You’re gonna love fucking it, Sugu.”

Finally taking his initiative, Geto lifts you up slightly, just enough to allow his hardened cock to press against your needy hole. Slowly sinking down on his length, another shaky groan vibrates your throat as he stretches you, a searing pleasure against your walls as he fucks Gojo’s cum back into you.

“S-shit,” Suguru mutters, “feels s’good.”

His hands return to your hips, guiding you forward as you grind against him. He’s slow, methodical, in the way he fucks you, a certain precision to his motions.

“Just like that,” Gojo hums from beneath you, “y’look so perfect.”

Your mind is too clouded to decipher if he’s speaking to you or Geto, and truthfully, you don’t care. You continue rocking yourself forward, Suguru’s cock stretching you so sinfully. He may not have Satoru’s length, but fuck, is he thick. Soft moans escape your lips as you lean your head back into Geto, who takes over where Gojo left off, pressing wet kisses over the skin of your neck. Suddenly, Satoru latches his mouth onto your cunt, his tongue circling your clit as he moans into you.

“Y’taste s’good,” he groans, continuing to lap at your folds, the mixture of his seed and your slick coating his chin.

One of your hands instinctively reaches to grab his hair, pulling him into you as the other holds onto the back of Geto’s neck, tethering you to reality.

Feeling the tug at his scalp, Satoru smirks into your skin. “That feel good, sweetheart?”

The moment you open your mouth to respond he sucks at your clit with a new ferocity, cutting your reply short as it transforms into a garbled moan of “y-ahh mhm.” Gojo chuckles beneath you at your incoherent response, his breath hot. So fucking smug.

Suguru lets out a breathy chuckle from behind you as he gradually picks up his pace. “You’re just - hah - flattering yourself, ‘Toru.”

Gojo smiles devilishly against you as he replaces his mouth with his thumb, rubbing unfocused circles into your bud. Lowering himself, he licks a languid stripe up the base of Geto’s cock from where he enters you before gently placing the man’s heavy balls into his mouth, sucking lightly.

Suguru’s motions stutter as he moans, his teeth biting into your shoulder in an attempt to silence himself from the buzz of pleasure that suddenly overcomes him at the new sensation.

“Seems like the flattery was warranted,” Gojo hums before his lips return to your clit, sucking softly as tension builds within your chest.

You can’t even tell where you begin and they end, the searing kisses along your neck, the sounds of your shared moans filling the space. Suguru’s hips grow increasingly desperate yet restrained, small thrusts into your cunt as Satoru’s tongue continues flicking over your core. Geto’s body remains stiff beneath you as you roll your hips against him.

“Let y’self go, Suguru,” you slur, your mind too fuzzy to process the words, only sensing the tension he holds.

Geto’s palms hesitantly grow greedier as he grips at your skin, allowing himself to chase his own high. His motions get rougher, thrusts deeper; he’s always felt that carnal part inside of him, the one labeled desire, yet he would never give into it. But something in your words, the heat of your body, breaks him free of his self-imposed cage.

His grip on your hips tightens as he holds you in place, fucking himself up into you. He’s grunting in effort, beads of sweat forming across his forehead as his fingertips dig into your skin. His motions are sloppy and rough, but so fucking good. Finally, he’s feeling it.

“Mm, I - ah - m’close,” you whine, his messy thrusts hitting every spot inside you so perfectly. The two men hum into you in acknowledgement, continuing their fervent motions.

Wet sounds of pleasure echo through the room as you get closer, until finally, the cord inside you snaps. Broken moans of their names leave your throat as you come undone, your walls fluttering around Suguru’s cock enough to send him over the edge with you. Throwing his head back, he allows himself to feel it all, take everything you’re willing to give him - as wave after wave crashes over him, his body shaking, he finally feels free.

“So, so pretty,” Gojo hums as his gaze darts between you and Suguru, watching you two be overtaken in euphoria, together.

Satoru’s tongue never slows as he messily laps at your essence, still kneeling between your legs. Your body feels electric as you come down from the height of your ecstasy, every nerve vibrating in pleasure. The mix of Gojo and Geto’s cum feels warm inside you as it slowly drips from your cunt. With a sly grin, Satoru collects the sticky mixture on his tongue, his eyes fluttering closed as he swallows. Without a word he rises from his knees, leaning over you.

Is he about to kiss you?

No, he can’t be.

He presses his chest into you as his palms cup Suguru’s jaw, the dark-haired man’s gaze unfocused as he watches his friend’s motions. Gojo’s blue eyes are nearly black from his blown pupils, Geto’s kiss-bruised lips parted as he pants. Silently, Satoru presses his lips to Suguru’s. Their tongues swirl against each other’s, their saliva mixing as the warmth of their bodies covers you, the heat of the kiss threatening to drown you as you’re pulled under, into the current of the moment.

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Back.

Forth.

Back.

Forth.

The crack of the tennis ball echoes through the stadium, each hit adding to the culminating tension hanging in the air. Each stroke was like thunder, each step like lightning as Satoru and Suguru rally.

Gojo hits a forehand down the line, forcing Geto into his weak spot - one only he would know after years of playing together, one Suguru would never dare to exploit of his teammate. Geto falters, missing the shot; a soft gasp erupts through the crowd.

“Forty-love,” the announcer booms, “game point for Gojo.”

Satoru takes his place to serve, absentmindedly bouncing the ball against the court as he readies himself.

Loosen up, Suguru.

Tossing it into the air, he hits a perfectly placed shot, the spin forcing Geto off his feet unexpectedly as he chases the path. It wasn’t what he calculated - yet, you could see it in Gojo’s eyes; you could feel it.

Geto hits an off-balance return, struggling to regain his composure as he returns to center court. For a moment, you lock eyes with him.

Let yourself go, Suguru.

Satoru takes the opportunity, running up to pounce on the arcing, slow shot Suguru returned. He leaps into the air, his racquet held high.

But Geto senses something is off.

The slight smirk at the corner of Gojo’s lips, the glimmer behind his eyes.

If Geto were a betting man, he would run himself back to the opposite corner of the court, preparing to take Satoru’s signature high-speed smash that would win him the game. Yet, for a moment, Suguru lets himself feel it - that’s not the shot his opponent is about to take.

Instead, he rushes the net. The moment his feet plant onto the ground, Gojo’s racquet makes contact with the ball, the slicing motion sending it twisting the exact opposite direction Geto would have predicted as it spins through the air. Landing it exactly where Suguru stands.

Geto volleys, not allowing the ball to make contact with the ground as he sends it back to Satoru’s side behind him. Gojo knows he can’t get to the ball fast enough, and he doesn’t even try; instead, he stands in place where he landed from his last play.

A wide grin forms on Satoru’s face, one of admiration, pride. “Didn’t expect you to get that one, Suguru,” he gleams.

Turning around, Geto’s back faces his opponent as he returns to his place, ready for the next serve. “Your emotions gave you away, Satoru,” he purrs through a smirk.

As Gojo prepares himself to serve again, a new electricity crackles between them. You can’t help but smile to yourself as you watch them play, sweat glistening off their backs as they pour themselves into the game: the back and forth, the give and the take.

This is tennis.

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Here's another one for the random thoughts

Possessive Yandere Roommate Gojo x Delulu Reader Chan.

The next day came by quickly, and Gojo decided that it was a perfect day for him to gather the rest of the things that he may need for the night. The night before, he overheard your conversation with your boyfriend Nanami, promising the young fellow your virginity, but Gojo, no. He wasn’t having that.

It’s been too long now, too long he allowed you to roam free while he patiently waited for you to come to him, but instead you decided that it was right for you to flaunt your relationship with Nanami. He is about to teach you a long-awaited lesson. A lesson that you won’t ever forget.

When he got to your shared apartment, the one he shared with both you and Geto (his best friend), he saw you standing around the kitchen island, laughing and talking away with Geto who currently had a leg injury, he never really told how he ended up with a leg injury. Maybe it's from playing volleyball.“What are you both talking about?” Gojo asked as he dropped the bags on the floor and rested his back against the door.

“Hey Toru,” you chirped as you quickly rushed over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist. “Where did you go?”

“I went to do a little shopping,” he answered.

“Without me? What did you buy?” you asked him as you pulled away from him and bent down to take a peek inside the bag, but he was quick to rest his foot on top of the bag, blocking your view to see whatever it was inside the bag. “Satoru?”

“What were you talking about with Suguru?” he asked, that tone that rumbled in the back of his throat and his blue eyes that were staring down at you intensely had you shiver in your slippers.

“We were talking about Nanami?” You answered as you slowly stood up and backed away from him.

Gojo pushed himself from the door a bit and began to walk towards you, like a predator following its prey.

“Satoru?” Geto called out to him while removing himself from behind the counter.

“Shut up, Suguru. I was talking to Y/N, not you," Gojo yelled. "What about Nanami?"

You swallowed, "Satoru, I don't like the way you're speaking to me right now." He chuckled, his pace quickened, and once he was before you, he roughly gripped your arms and tugged you towards his chest. "Satoru?"

"Answer my question Y/N."

You huffed, "Suguru was just telling me that I need to use protection later when I meet up with Nanami. I asked if he had any that I could bring with me, and he said no, but you might have, so I was waiting to ask you when you came back."

"So you were gonna ask me to give you a condom so that you can use it to fuck Nanami?" He asked through clenched teeth, his grip on your arms got a bit tighter to the point where you could see your flesh spilling over the other side.

"Satoru, you're hurting me," you whined as you tried to pull your arm away from his.

"Satoru…"

"Shut the fuck up!" He yelled over at Geto before pulling you close to his chest. "How dare you?" He questioned as he used his other hand to cup your cheeks together and squeezed them tightly. "After all these years I allowed you to roam free and do as you wish while I patiently waited for you to come to me and finally tell me that you wanna be with me."

"Satoru…"

"But instead, you want me to give you a condom so that you can give away what's mine?"

You managed to get out of his grip by doing a little twisting and turning, and when you did, you quickly ran behind Geto, hoping that he would prevent Gojo from coming closer to you. After all, Geto's injured so Gojo wouldn't hurt him, right?

"Y/N, get back here. I'm not done talking to you," Gojo shouted.

“No!”

“No? What do you mean, no?" He questioned, fingers clenching and unclenching as he grew closer to you. "Y/N, I won't say it again, come to me."

"No!" You answered firmly as you stared into his blue eyes that grew red each second that passed and the next thing you know Gojo snapped, his fist clenching tightly as he slowly made his way over to you. His eyes twitch slightly with every step he takes towards you.

“Y/N, I think you should run,” Geto whispered, and not even a moment later, you were already running up the stairs, quickly shutting yourself inside your bedroom.

You started panicking, your feet and hands having minds of their own, moving quickly over to your closet, grabbing the nearest bag you could reach along with a few pieces of clothes. Why on earth is Satoru behaving like this? You wanted answers, only answer that he could provide but with your six sense going off like crazy, the only thing you could think of was to get the fuck up out of this house and away from Gojo Satoru himself.

Somehow, you felt as though your life's in danger, and best believe it is.

Meanwhile, downstairs, his blood red eyes narrowed at Geto. “Why do you keep interfering?” Gojo huffed at him. “Why the fuck do you keep interfering with OUR relationship. You stopped me not once, not twice but three times and look at you now all fucked up with a broken leg. You haven't learnt your lesson huh. Looks like I need to break the other one.”

Geto was sweating bullets. At this point he was stressed the fuck out over Gojo Satoru's obsession with you. He knew Gojo loved you for a very long time. He knew about the many nights he had to witness Gojo’s perverted acts, masturbating with the panties he stole from your dirty laundry basket.

He knew about all your dates, the ones that Gojo supposingly took care of if they rejected you or even if they didn't. All the busted lips and bruises on their face, broken limbs, and many much more. He knew because he had to be the one cleaning about after Gojo with one quick call.

Its not like Geto was afraid of Gojo or anything, as a matter of fact they both had the same master who taught them a few fighting styles here and there. He just knew how deeply dark and sadistic Gojo’s obsessed ran for you. He knew that if Gojo had to murder to ensure that you never leave his side then he would.

He often wondered how Gojo allowed you to date Nanami for as long as he did without interfering. Well, he did try. The day after you and Nanami agreed to have sex. Gojo overheard the conversation. Hence the reason Geto now has a broken leg. He tussled with Gojo for a bit, successfully stopping the deranged white hair man from entering your room to do something that he may never be able to take back.

But it seems as though today might be the day that Gojo is gonna do something that he'll honestly regret. So though he was unable to move about due to the clutches that he has under his arm. He still moved forward, ready to argue with Gojo Satoru, but only got cut short when he felt the pressure of Gojo's hand around his neck.

The clutches fell from beneath his arms, his hands grabbing onto Gojo’s hands to pull them away but with the pressure Gojo had on his neck, it wasn't long before Geto felt his head getting light. “Gojo don't… do this…”

Gojo is long gone, the only thought running through his head is to knock Geto out before turning his attention towards you. He was tired of waiting, tired of everyone getting in his way.

“Go…jo don't… don't do this." Geto cried through his choked sobs, eyes fluttering, and he lost strength in his hand. No longer able to fight, his knees buckled beneath, and the next thing you know, Geto was lying unconscious on the floor.

“Stay out of my fucking way,” Gojo hissed before hurriedly running up the stairs and banging on your bedroom door. He twisted and turned the knob, kicking and screaming at the door, “Open the fucking door, Y/N.”

Scared and cowering in the corner of your room, you managed to yell, “No… leave me alone.”

He kept banging at the door, “I said open the fucking door. I'm not done talking to you. FUCK! WHY ARE YOU BEING SO FUCKING STUBBORN. OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR Y/N. Open it, open it… OPEN IT!”

You screamed and dropped the bag you had in your lap on the floor, dragged your knees up to your chest, and watched as Gojo continued his assault on the door. The only thing that is protecting you from him.

“Y/N I'm not going to ask you again. Open the door. Don't let me get in here on my own… So open up, I promise I won't hurt you,” a lie he dug up from the pits of hell. “Right so come out, angel. Yeah open the fucking door.”

You should have heed his warnings and just opened the door when he asked you to. But instead, you answered, “No.”

“Ha… OK, I see. You wanna be stubborn… OK haha… have it your way.”

Then he left, quickly running down the stairs and towards the front door to pick up the bag of “goodies” he supposedly bought this morning. He pulled out a white rag, a packet of gloves and a bottle of chloroform.

“Have it your fucking way,” he mumbled as he tore open the packet, put on the gloves, popped open the chloroform and drowned the rag in its pungent smell. He could hear you shuffling across as he made his way back up the stairs. Since you refuse to be a good girl and open the door when he asks, he's just gonna have to open it himself. So head towards his room to pick up the spare to your room that he had lying lazily on the dresser then he went back to your room door.

“Last chance to open up the door Y/N,” he said as he quietly shoved the key into the door. “Don't be stubborn Y/N, come on open the fucking door.”

“No,” you answered. You heard him chuckle, then the sound of the locks to your door being open, and in came Gojo Satoru himself, smiling with the keys dangling from his fingers.

You began screaming, quickly scrambling to your feet to find some way out of the room. You made a run for it, hopping on your bed to jump behind and run out the door, but you knew you were at a disadvantage.

He was so fast, too fast, even when he grabbed you by the arm, yanking you off with a bed with just one harsh tug. “Satoru… No No, please,” you plead as you struggle to get out of his grasp.

He ignored you by wrapping around neck and pulled you back against his body, your head resting on his shoulder. “This is all your fault,” he whispered as you continued to struggle in his hold. “You should've opened the fucking door when I asked you too.”

You began screaming, only for him to finally shut you up by pressing the chloroform rag against your nose. Your eyes widen in fear, you're now scratching his arms, kicking your feet, hoping for some kind of freedom, but Gojo was just too strong for you.

“Sa… Satoru please…”

“Breath,” he whispered while pressing the cloth even more onto your nose. “Be a good girl for me… like you should have been from the very beginning and breath for me… yes yes that it's… breath slowly now,” he praised the moment he felt your body slowly becoming limp in his arms.

Tears ran down your face, eyes looking up to see the blue eyes of your best friend that once loved now staring down at you with pure sadistic pleasure.

“That's right… breath,” he said to you while watching as your eyes fluttered slowly. As you continued to inhale the drug, you could feel your hands going limped first, then your legs. Your head started to feel hazy, and your eyes were heavy. You knew what was coming, so you had no choice but to inhale the toxic smell, and within a minute, you're lying unconscious in his arms.

“I love you… I love you so much, Y/N.”

He smiled, watching your unconscious body, his mind thinking of ways to use you, punish you, and love you with everything he's got. But not yet, not here. He needed to clean up and get out. So he did so. He rested you on your bed to rush downstairs to pick up his best friend and laid him on the sofa.

“You should have stayed out if my fucking way,” he remarked as he stared down at Geto once last time before stripping away his gloves and tossed them in the bag he had at the front door, along with the rag he used on you. He made sure that no evidence was there before leaving the apartment to go toss the bags in the car.

He then came back for you, gently lifting you in his arms and taking you outside and towards his car. Then he went back for the bag you initially ‘packed’ when you foolishly decided that it was best to get away from him along with a few pieces of clothes of his own. Then he left but not without leaving a note for Geto and Nanami that read; Don't come looking for us.

Your relationship with Gojo will never be the same again.

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espresso — geto suguru.

Finally, as if drawn by an invisible thread, you appeared before him, the two of you in a quieter corner of the venue. You were dressed in another dress, a beautiful blue low cut dress. It was a far cry from your stage dress, one that he liked. But this one showed your shape still, one that he now felt like he’s fond of. The noise and chaos seemed to fade into the background as your eyes met once more.

GENRE: alternate universe - singers au!

WARNING/S: alternate universe - canon convergence, singers au!, rated 18 and above, explicit content, love at first sight, one night stand, p to v sex, oral sex, flirting, seduction, romance, humor, characters speaking in sexual innuendo, mention of sexual euphemisms, depiction of explicit sexual content;

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miniskirt by aoa

espresso by sabrina carpenter

NOTE: there's two songs here and the first one is the song the fictional group ELENA is singing. i recently watched their music bank performance and i just, i think it was perfect. this is my most favorite so far, besides the sukuna one upcoming. this is very much,,,,,,A LOT. but i hope you read it well <3

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kayu's playlist — side 700;

IT WAS ALL UNEXPECTED. The night of the music awards show was electric, the atmosphere buzzing with excitement and anticipation. Geto Suguru sat with Gojo Satoru and Ieiri Shoko, his band 1&Only, all of them swept up in the glamorous whirlwind. Among the dazzling lights and adoring fans, his eyes landed on you, a radiant idol whose pop hits had taken the world by storm.

As you and your idol group took the stage, the energy in the room shifted. Everyone was cheering from left to right. The room was electric. The opening beats of your new song resonated through the crowd, drawing everyone in. Your voice was captivating, your moves precise and enchanting, but it was your eyes that held him spellbound.

The stage was awash with vibrant lights and the energy of the crowd was palpable as your idol group prepared to perform. The intro to your song began to play, and the atmosphere buzzed with anticipation. You were positioned at the center, ready to captivate the audience—and one person in particular.

As the beat dropped, you started moving to the choreography, each step precise and captivating. Your legs stroked out elegantly, crossed, and then you turned sharply, shaking your hips to accentuate the rhythm. The miniskirts you wore accentuated every movement, adding a teasing allure to the performance.

"The way you look at me (Hey)

It's not the same as before (Not the same)

I've still got the looks (Good-looking)

But why do you look at me like I'm a worn-out shoe? (Hey)"

You couldn't help but glance at Suguru as you sang, your eyes locking with his. He was seated in the VIP section, his gaze intensely focused on you. A playful grin spread across your face as you winked at him, making sure he knew the lyrics were directed his way.

"I'm so pretty, no matter what I wear

I'm so sexy, even if I don't show skin

My risky high heels, black stockings

You won't be able to take your eyes off of me

Don't stop me"

Suguru's eyes widened slightly at your boldness. You could see the surprise and intrigue in his expression, and it spurred you on. As the chorus hit, you and your group executed the next set of moves flawlessly, the audience erupting in cheers.

"When I wear a miniskirt (Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)

And walk on the street (Hey) All eyes are on me (Hey)

I'm wearing a miniskirt

But why are you the only one (Hey)

Who doesn't notice?"

The performance continued to escalate, the choreography becoming more provocative as you danced your heart out. Your group members moved in perfect synchronization beside you, each of you exuding confidence and allure.

Suguru was completely entranced by now. Every movement, every lyric seemed to be a private message just for him. It was hard for him to not want to act. You could tell he was struggling to maintain his composure, his usually stoic expression now filled with a mix of admiration and desire.

When your gaze locked with his, a mischievous smile tugged at your lips. You winked, a playful yet provocative gesture that sent a jolt through him.

Geto Suguru bit his lip, trying to keep his composure, but he couldn't help the thoughts that raced through his mind. 'Oh, you want him,' he thought to himself, feeling the undeniable pull of attraction.

As the song neared its end, you gave one final, sultry look in Suguru's direction. The crowd's cheers were deafening as you struck the final pose, the music fading out. You were breathless but exhilarated, the performance a resounding success.

Backstage, as you caught your breath, you couldn't help but smile at the thought of Suguru's reaction. The performance had been a thrilling dance of temptation and control, and you knew it had left a lasting impression on him.

Your manager approached you with a grin. "Great job out there! Suguru looked like he was ready to jump out of his seat."

You laughed softly, still riding the high of the performance. "Good, that was the plan."

“I can’t believe you performed in front of your high school crush like that.” One of your group members grinned at you.

“I’ve waited long enough for him to notice me.” You winked at her.

“Honestly, if he still doesn’t notice you, I’m dating you, babes!” Another hooted as you all entered the dressing rooms. “Wait, I’m marrying you!”

You giggled. “I’d be honored.”

After the performance, the night continued in a blur of accolades and celebrations. He felt exhausted clapping, but he felt more full of thoughts. Thoughts of you as he tried to down his drink, while Satoru talked about his plans for the rest of the night. Shoko’s already left, trying to find her girlfriend Utahime — another senior artist.

He couldn’t help it, he says to himself. You were too tempting to him. And that wink, that mischievous smile? It drove him mad. It drove him to want you. Geto found himself constantly glancing around, hoping to catch another glimpse of you. The party was in full swing, celebrities mingling and photographers snapping away, but his focus remained on finding you.

"Enjoyed the show?" you asked, your voice a sultry murmur that sent shivers down his spine.

"More than you know, doll." Geto replied, his smile genuine and warm. "You were incredible up there."

"Thanks," you said, a playful glint in your eyes. "I saw you watching."

"Hard not to when you wanted me to stare, doll." he admitted, stepping a little closer. "You have a way of commanding attention."

"Do I now?" you teased, leaning in slightly. "Maybe we should continue this conversation somewhere more private."

He raises a brow. “Don’t say things you don’t mean, doll.”

Your smile was sharp as a blade. “Who says I didn’t mean it?”

Your reply hung in the air as you continued to stare at one another. Your hand reached for his whiskey. Without breaking eye contact with him, you downed it — from the very spot his lips had touched it. A mischievous grin spread across your face as you placed the glass back down. The boldness of your move left Geto momentarily speechless, his eyes widening slightly with intrigue.

Without another word, you took his hand and entwined your fingers with his. The heat of your touch sent a thrill through him, and he couldn't suppress the slight shiver that followed. You pulled him away from the bustling party, weaving through the throngs of people with a determined grace. Satoru, already back at the bar with another drink in hand, raised an eyebrow and gave a knowing smirk but made no move to stop you.

The noise and chaos of the party faded into the background as you led Geto down a dimly lit corridor, the muted sounds of laughter and clinking glasses becoming a distant hum. The tension between you was palpable, a magnetic pull that neither of you could resist. The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, and you stepped inside, pulling him along with you.

As the elevator ascended, the confined space heightened the sense of anticipation. Geto's gaze never left yours, his mind racing with thoughts of what was to come. The soft hum of the elevator was the only sound, the world outside seeming to pause in that moment of suspended reality.

When the doors opened again, you led him down a plush carpeted hallway, stopping in front of one of the hotel’s luxurious suites. With a swipe of the key card, the door clicked open, and you pulled him inside. The room was dimly lit, the glow from the city skyline casting a soft light through the large windows.

Without hesitation, you turned to him, your eyes blazing with intent. Geto's heart pounded in his chest as you closed the distance between you, the air thick with unspoken desire. You reached up, your hands finding their way to the back of his neck, pulling him down for a searing kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of longing, of a connection that transcended the superficiality of the awards show and the public personas.

Your breaths came in ragged gasps, the world narrowing to just the two of you, lost in a whirlwind of passion and need. Every touch, every kiss, was a desperate claim, a refusal to let go. The line between pleasure and pain blurred as your teeth grazed Suguru’s neck. He lets himself grace his lips against the collarbone, your back arching in response, pressing your body harder against his.

He pushed you back against the wall with a force that left you breathless, his body pressing firmly against yours. The hard, unyielding surface behind you contrasted starkly with the searing heat of his touch, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins. Your back arched instinctively, seeking more of the delicious friction he offered, as your senses were overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.

His hands roamed possessively over your body, igniting flames of desire wherever they touched. The sensation of his fingers tracing the contours of your skin sent shivers down your spine, awakening a hunger you hadn't realized was lying dormant within you. With each caress, each brush of his lips against your skin, you felt yourself surrendering to the primal need that pulsed between you.

Your hands found their way into his hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands as you pulled him closer, urging him to deepen the kiss. Suguru's lips trailed down your breasts, leaving a burning path of bites and kisses in their wake. Each touch was like fire against your skin, sending waves of pleasure cascading through your body and making your head spin with dizzying delight.

With a rough, almost desperate motion, he tore at your clothes, his hands exploring your skin with a fervent need that sent shivers down your spine. Every bit of clothing remaining tore away under his touch, leaving you exposed and vulnerable to his hungry gaze. The air crackled with anticipation as he hungrily drank in the sight of your bare skin, his eyes ablaze with an intensity that made your heart race even faster.

He devoured you with his eyes, taking in every inch of your exposed flesh as if he were committing it to memory. You truly felt like your body was on fire. His cock was hard against your insides, as you moaned against him one thrust after the other. It felt so good, the pain of feeling him inside of you, making you feel so full of him. It was even better than you could ever imagine.

“Fuck, doll.” He hissed, his face contorted in pleasure. “You’re wrapping all around me, aren’t you? You like it that much?’

“Yeah,” You mewl against him as you feel him push deeper, trying to find your pleasure spot. “O-oh, you’re too good. Too good, ‘guru!”

“Saying my name like that, doll. Too sweet — d-don’t fit how much of a vixen your cunny is, hm?”

“S-she’s a vixen for you, ‘guru. Only you, oh!”

Those words made him move even faster, deeper in the depths of your deep crevices. Suguru was too much of a bully about it. But you loved it. You loved every second of it. Moaning each and every second, meeting his thrusts one after another as though to tell him that you wanted more. That you needed more.

His hands moved roughly, tracing the curves and planes of your body with an almost reverent touch, his fingers leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Each movement was calculated, deliberate, as if he were savoring every moment, every gasp and shudder that escaped your lips. It was as if he was marking you his, that every moment from now belongs only to him.

The room seemed to shrink around you, the air thick with the heady scent of desire and the raw, unbridled need that crackled between you. You could feel the heat of his breath against your skin, the press of his body against yours, and it drove you to the brink of madness. The world outside ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the two of you, locked in this dance of lust and longing.

You could feel his breath against your skin, hot and heavy, each exhale a promise of the pleasure yet to come. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, your body aching for his touch, your mind consumed by the need to feel him, to be consumed by him. And as his lips finally found yours again, you knew that this was a moment you would never forget, a fire that would burn within you long after the flames had died down.

The night that followed was a whirlwind of passion, a fervent exploration of each other that left both of you breathless and sated. It was a night where the lines between your identities blurred, where you found solace in the raw, unguarded intimacy shared within the confines of that hotel suite.

When morning came, the first rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains, you were already gone. No traces of you was left behind to even say you were there. Suguru groaned as he laid against your side of the pillow. Not even your lovely vanilla perfume. For a moment, he thinks that you’ve done this before. That he wasn’t the only one that you’ve ever marked that way.

Suguru sat up, feeling his head pound. He had to get up. Or he'll be found missing from his hotel room. He scrambles up slowly. But he stops himself as he sees a trace of you. Left behind was a note on the lamp table, a simple message that spoke volumes.

'You were great. I enjoyed it A LOT.' it read, punctuated with a heart.

Suguru stared at the note for a long moment, the sunlight casting a golden hue across the room. He ran his fingers over the words, a small smile tugging at his lips despite the gnawing desire for more. You had left an indelible mark on him, one that he couldn't ignore.

And that was beyond the hickey you just left him on his neck. You drove him insane, he thinks. He could remember everything from last night. He could remember how you were just so damn good to him. And now that he’s had a taste of you, he wanted more. He can’t let you slip away. Not like this.

Determined, he slipped the note into his pocket and quickly dressed. As he left the suite, the echoes of the previous night played in his mind. He knew that finding you again wouldn't be easy, but the challenge only fueled his determination.

Back in his own hotel room, Suguru paced restlessly, trying to shake off the lingering sensation of your touch. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, each one leading back to you. He grabbed his phone and dialed his manager's number.

"Hey, I need some information," he said, his voice steady but urgent. "I need to find someone, from that group ELENA? There’s one of them that winked at me—”

His manager's sigh was audible through the phone. "Suguru, you know how these things go. Idols have their privacy, and—"

"I don't care about that," Suguru interrupted. "I need to find her. There's something... special. I can't explain it, but I need to see her again. Can you get in contact with her team?”

His manager was silent for a moment before responding. "Alright…..I'll see what I can do. But you need to be careful, Suguru. These things can get complicated."

"Thank you.” Suguru replied, hanging up the phone.

He puts his phone down, sighing.

He doesn’t know what to do next.

But he knows he’s gonna be stuck on you.

And he’s not going to end up stopping himself.

Geto Suguru walked into the studio a few days later. They had an upcoming concert later that month and there was the need to practice for it. There was a feeling of the usual hum of excitement and nerves before a rehearsal. Everyone was just excited to enjoy the music and soon enough, hold the show all together.

As he made his way to the practice room, he was greeted by familiar faces and casual nods. He puts his stuff down, removes his cap and fixes his hair by the mirror. The atmosphere was always lively, filled with the sounds of instruments being tuned and voices warming up.

In the corner of the room, he could tell that Satoru and Shoko were already there, lounging on the couches. Satoru was fiddling with his phone, a smirk on his face, while Shoko sipped her coffee, looking as unbothered as ever. As soon as they spotted Suguru however, their expressions shifted to ones of playful curiosity.

"Well, well, well," Satoru drawled, leaning back and folding his arms over his chest. "Look who finally decided to grace us with his presence. How's our Romeo doing today?"

Shoko snickered, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Yeah, Suguru. You seem... different. Anything interesting happened lately?"

Suguru rolled his eyes, trying to play it cool. "Not much. Just the usual. Why do you ask?"

Satoru's grin widened, and he exchanged a knowing glance with Shoko. "Oh, come on. Don't play dumb. We heard all about your little adventure at the music awards. And don’t you dare lie, bro. We saw the wink!”

Shoko leaned forward, a teasing glint in her eye. "Yeah, you and that idol from ELENA? What was her name again? Oh right, it doesn't matter because she left you in your room after a good night.”

Suguru felt a flush creeping up his neck but maintained his composure. "I don't know what you guys are talking about."

Satoru laughed, clearly enjoying the moment. "Oh, don't give us that. Word gets around, ‘guru. Very fast, if I may say. Especially when you leave a party with a famous idol. We've all seen the pictures."

Suguru lets out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair. "Okay, fine. I met someone. And that someone ....well, the idol from ELENA. But it's not what you think."

Shoko raised an eyebrow. "Oh? So it wasn't just a one-night stand like usual?"

The purple eyed man hesitated for a moment, then shook his head. "Well I mean….it was, but...I just…. it's more complicated than that."

Satoru leaned in, putting his phone aside as his curiosity was piqued. "Do tell. We're all ears."

The long haired bassist took a moment to give a knowing look before releasing a deep breath, deciding to share a bit more with his friends. "We had a connection. I felt it, guys. It wasn't just a random fling. I've been trying to find her number ever since. I even talked to our manager about it. It’s just…it’s been driving me insane.”

The bobbed haired woman’s teasing demeanor softened slightly. "Wow, Suguru. You really must like her."

The cerulean eyed man's smirk turned into a sly little smile. "Looks like our boy is growing up. Falling for a girl after a one-night stand. Who would've thought?"

"Yeah, well, sometimes things just happen. And I want to see where this goes." Suguru shrugged, feeling a mix of embarrassment and determination.

Shoko nodded, her usual playful tone replaced with sincerity. "Good for you, Suguru. I hope it works out."

"Just remember, we're here for you, man. Whether you need advice or just someone to vent to." Satoru clapped Geto on the back, a look of approval in his eyes.

“Thanks, guys. It means a lot." He gave a small smile.

Practice continued as usual later on.

Until he saw their manager on the phone.

Their manager looked at him and sighed.

“Are you up to producing a song for your idol?”

HIS HEART WAS BEATING TOO FAST WHEN HE SAW YOU. The moment you stepped into the studio, a sense of excitement permeated the air, electrifying the atmosphere with anticipation. The soft hum of the equipment seemed to fade into the background as all eyes turned to you, drawn by the magnetic presence you exuded.

Your smile, radiant and infectious, illuminated the room, casting a warm glow over everyone present. Suguru's eyes, in particular, seemed to light up at the sight of you, his expression softening with genuine delight as he took in your familiar face. Some might say that this was just your idol face.

But he himself knew that there was genuinity in your eyes. You were happy to be here. You started giving everyone small thank you bags, which he was sure were snacks and some little trinkets — which the team was glad to receive from someone as kindly as you. It was as if the mere sight of you had the power to chase away any lingering shadows, leaving only a sense of warmth and comfort in its wake.

For Suguru, seeing you again was like a crazy dream. He didn’t think you would actually reach out to him after receiving nothing but silence from you. But when he was told that you were doing your work for your first solo debut — he immediately took the opportunity. He wanted to see you. So badly. And this was the perfect opportunity.

As you exchanged greetings and pleasantries, the air seemed to crackle with anticipation, charged with the promise of creativity and collaboration. It was clear to everyone in the room that something special was about to unfold, and they couldn't wait to be a part of it.

"Hey there," you greeted him, your voice laced with subtle seduction. "I'm so glad we could work together on this."

Suguru looked at you, and his words echoed the same laced tone. “I'm honored to be a part of your solo debut."

As you settled into the studio, you wasted no time diving into the creative process. He had wanted to talk more with you beyond the pleasantries, that he was sure. But you really don’t have much time, being an idol. You had a busy work schedule and you needed to focus on this yourself.

Your manager had reached out to Suguru's team, recognizing the potential for magic when your talents combined. Together, you discussed the vision for your song, bouncing ideas off each other with ease.

Suguru played some of the instrumentals he had been working on. Everything he prepared for this was what you asked for in advance. You seemed to like it — But you picked the one that was for pop — it was rather like disco–pop with a hint of synth and funk. He didn’t know the lyrics, just yet. But when you were walking to the booth, your manager handed him the lyrics.

When he looked at the lyrics sheet, it was no secret that these sensual lyrics you had written were inspired by him, and you could feel the tension between you growing with each passing moment. He could feel very clearly that you had written about him, about how he needs you — his espresso.

As you stepped into the recording booth to lay down your vocals, Suguru watched you with wanting eyes. You smirked at him, as you put the headphone on. You couldn't help but notice the way Suguru's gaze lingered on you as you spoke, his purple orbs were full of emotions, longing to be expressed in the open.

You were honestly a good singer. Suguru had no qualms with how you sang things. When he gave feedback, it was more suggestions. And you listened to him. But he was sure that you weren’t focusing on the song. You were You just kept looking at him, one small sharp grin on your lips as you sang it on the mic. You were doing it on purpose, flirting with him with your little comments.

“That was good, wasn’t it, producer Geto?” You whisper sensually against the mic. “You liked it?”

You used that same voice when you had pleasured him. “Yeah….it was good.”

“How about I do it again, producer Geto?”

His purple eyes gleamed at you from the glass separating you. “Do you want to?”

“Hm….why not?”

As the final notes of the recording session faded into the air, he emerged from the shadows with a sense of purpose, his gaze fixed on your manager with a steely determination that demanded attention.

The dim studio lights cast a soft glow over his features, accentuating the lines of determination etched into his face. There was a quiet resolve in his stance, a silent assurance that he would see things through to the end, no matter the cost.

"I'll be the one to bring her home," he declared, his tone firm.

“Are you sure, Suguru–san—”

“It’s fine.” You smiled at your manager, waving them out. “I’ll have dinner with him, my treat!”

“A–alright. Just call me when you get home!”

Once the last of the staff had left, leaving the two of you alone in the studio, a charged silence hung in the air. The weight of unspoken emotions simmered between you, a potent mixture of desire and longing that pulsed with raw intensity.

Without a word, Suguru closed the distance between you, his hands finding purchase on your waist as he pulled you close. The roughness of his touch sent a shiver down your spine, igniting a firestorm of passion that threatened to consume you both.

In that moment of unbridled desire, all pretense fell away, leaving only the raw, unfiltered connection between you and Suguru. With a hunger that bordered on desperation, you crushed your lips against his, your bodies melding together in a frenzy of need and longing.

The kiss was rough, almost bruising in its intensity, as if trying to convey a lifetime's worth of desire in a single moment. Each touch, each caress, spoke of a longing that ran deeper than words could express.

“You made me wait too long, doll.”

Your laughter rang in his studio. “Good boys do have to wait before their espresso’s made.”

"Ah, but you know how I hate waiting, doll."

You let the palm of your hand touch his neck, causing him to take a hitch of breath. “Hm….you’ve been wanting me, hm?”

“I’m full of something to feed you, doll.”

“Then feed me.”

This was the first time you've taken him since that night. and Suguru thinks he’s just losing it. He lets out a loud gasp as his hand holds strongly to the side of your head, as he’s pushing more and more of him into your little mouth. You were gagging at how tight he is in your mouth.

It felt really dirty. But you had every intention to be, like you did that night. You hold firmly to his thighs to hold yourself steady as he pushes more and more with each trust. He lets his free palm feel his member pass through your mouth over and over. You were moaning against each flashing speed that came. It was getting hotter and hotter in his studio as each push went through.

Suguru in truth loves watching you want him. He lives for the way sticky saliva drips profusely down your chin and neck each and every time. He watched as the thick globs fell from your mouth and landed on the ground. Suguru looks as you let one hand leave his thigh and slowly lower to your crevices. Your fingers wantonly move as he moves and rattles your mouth.

“You like that, hm? You’re that hungry, doll? Hungry for me?” Your little humming against his cock made him giggle. “I should be calling you espresso, shouldn’t I? You woke me up and gave me some energy, doll. I have so much to give you.”

“Go on, doll. Keep your fingers working. I know you’re close. Go on and come. I’ll leak you clean too, doll. I’m hungry. I’m just as hungry as you.”

When you gagged at his deepening thrusts, you were feeling the tears form in your eyes. Suguru loved seeing you struggle taking his member for the first time. It was such a beautiful thing, hearing you struggle to breathe like the first time as he forces more of himself down on you.

Suguru can’t help but admit that he enjoyed it too much, how you never take his eyes off him, no matter what. Even when you’re starting to feel light-headed from lack of oxygen, or even when an abundance of tears stream down that pretty little face, he doesn’t stop fucking you. Especially now that he was feeling it. He was close. He knew you were too.

“Doll, ah….’bout to feed you. M’ about to give you something from me. Hope you love it, doll….ah, ah…take it. Come on, doll. Take it, take it, oh—”

When he came in your mouth, he pushed way too hard to get it all in. You came just as much, tears flowing more and more as he let his heat pour into your little mouth in one. He lets his hips thrust slowly and before long, he lets himself out as you cough and catch your breath.

“I–I’m sorry, I was—”

“I liked it a lot.” You said, a little hoarse as you caught your breath. When you did, you grinned up to him, letting your tongue out. You swallowed everything. “What did I say in that note?”

“That I was good.”

“You were good.” You say to him as you stand up, pushing him down into the couch and straddling him. You could feel him. He was still so hard. “So always be good to me.”

“.....Are you asking me out?”

You pressed a kiss on his jaw. “Isn’t it obvious? I’ve liked you for a while. And I know you’ve liked me for a while too.”

“I should be the one asking you out.” He says to you, purple orbs gazing at you like you were his whole world.

You snicker. “And whoever made that rule? I already made a move.”

Suguru's gaze softened at your words, a warmth spreading across his features as he reached out to gently brush a stray strand of hair from your face. "You always did have a way with words," he murmured, his voice laced with admiration and affection.

A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you leaned into his touch, relishing the closeness between you. "Well, someone had to take the first step," you replied with a playful grin, your eyes sparkling with mischief.

Suguru's hand lingered against your cheek, his touch sending a shiver of excitement down your spine. "I suppose you're right," he conceded with a soft smile, his gaze never leaving yours. "But I'll make sure to make it up to you, doll."

You grinned, “Oh you better.”

With a mischievous glint in his eye, Suguru leaned in closer, his lips brushing against yours in a gentle kiss that sent a surge of warmth coursing through you. In that moment, as the world faded away and it was just the two of you, you knew that this was just the beginning of something beautiful.

Your song, produced by Geto Suguru, was a smash hit.

Your solo debut gained multiple acclaimed accolades.

But most of all, you were happy to gain a lover too.

The headline for the tabloids a few months later?

“ELENA’s darling idol is Geto Suguru’s espresso.”