Tri Harder
Suguru Geto & Satoru Gojo
originally posted on AO3 âĄâž(Ë á” Ë )âž im trying to stop being lazy and transfer more stuff lmao. saw challengers yesterday and it was pretty nice!! loved the tension
After an innocent party game, Geto & Gojo make it their mission to fuck you. That's it.
Ch 2, Ch 3 (will update links when uploaded but feel free to read on ao3)
fem reader, alcohol, making out, dry humping, vaginal fingering, stsg one braincell activities, NO ONE IS STRAIGHT
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âSeven minutes in heaven? Really?â Geto asked, looking down at the brown liquid in his cup. He took a small sip, grimacing at the taste of the cheap beer. Perhaps he should have brought something from home. âSeems a bit juvenile, donât you think?â
Gojo looked at the face Geto made when he swallowed, and decided not to fill his cup at all. âIâm not playing that,â Gojo affirmed, crossing his arms over his chest.Â
âI donât give a fuck,â Shoko slurred as she took another swig of her drink. The girl was able to drink anything no matter how vile the taste was. She shoved Gojo and Geto down to the floor where everyone else already heeded her request. Well, more like they allowed her to believe her strength could physically move either of them. âItâs my birthday, this is my party, and weâre going to play what I want.âÂ
âWhatâs next?â Gojo grumbled, trying to comfortably fit his proportions to sit Indian style in the space allotted. âPlaying Duck, Duck, Goose?â
Shoko slapped the back of his head so hard his sunglasses flew off his face.Â
Utahime laughed wildly as he put them back on his face while Shoko had quickly moved on from the act of aggression, whipping her head around wildly.
âSomething wrong, Shoko?â Utahime asked between fits of laughter.
She said your name as her eyes continued to scan the room. âI donât want to start the game until everyone is here.â She glared at Geto and Gojo. âEveryone is playing, after all.â
âWeâre playing, jeez. â Gojo rolled his eyes, although no one would be able to see the act of irritation beneath the shades.
Geto however, always seemed to know what Gojo was doing even when he tried his best to conceal his actions. âPlay nice, Satoru. Iâm sure this wonât be an all night thing.â
âYeah, yeah,â he groaned, but then perked up. He said your name questioningly, and looked over at Geto. âYou know who that is?â
Geto cupped his chin with his thumb and index finger. âI think thatâs one of Shokoâs med school friends.â He knew the name sounded familiar, but he never had a face to put with it. âIâm pretty sure she mentioned that they study for their classes together, or something like that.â
Before Gojo could respond, the doorbell rang, and Shoko was bounding for the door. Turning the deadbolt seemed to be incredibly difficult in her already drunken state, so Haibara rushed over to assist her.
Shoko squealed your name once the door was open, throwing her arms around your neck. âYouâre here!â
âIn the flesh,â you chuckled as you wrapped an arm around her back to give her a small hug. She unlatched herself from you so you had space to step inside. âHappy Birthday! And I brought drinks!â A large blue cooler was behind you, and you reached for the handle to wheel it inside.
âYes!â Haibara pumped his fist excitedly. âI got it, donât worry!â
âYu,â you cooed, placing a hand briefly on his arm, âyou will always have my heart.â
âMy heart's always yours, you know that!â Haibara answered back excitedly.
Gojo strained his ears from the living room to hear what you and Haibara were discussing by the doorway, but he couldnât quite make it out. It seemed that you two were familiar. He furrowed his brow and looked at Geto. âHow does Yu know her when weâve never met her?â
âAre we supposed to know everyone Shoko knows?â Geto deadpanned.Â
âWell if sheâs hiding hot friends from us, Iâll be mad,â Gojo huffed. Geto paid him no mind.Â
Shoko was practically salivating at the sight of the unopened cooler. âWhat did you bring this time?â
You laughed easily and pointed toward the keg in the corner of the room. âWhatever isnât in there. You know that cheap shit always gives me a headache.â
âOh, shut up!â Shoko rolled her eyes. âBut anyway, youâre just in time. Weâre about to play some games!â
You walked with Shoko along with Haibara, wheeling the cooler behind him, from the doorway to the living room where everyone was seated and waiting.
Gojo looked up eagerly while Geto looked up much more discreetly to get a glimpse of you.Â
You had on a light purple, bustier lace crop top with the perfect amount of cleavage spilling over the top. Gojoâs eyes trailed hungrily while Getoâs trailed much more tastefully to see the smooth skin of your stomach, belly button adorned with a pink, rhinestone belly button ring. A pleated, denim skirt that was almost too short to be practical sat snugly on your hips and gave way to lush thighs.
âI want to go first,â Gojo said quickly, perking up in his seated position. âThis is one of my favorite games, after all.â
If looks could kill, Gojo would be dead. Shoko pointed an accusing finger at him. â You didnât want to play, so you and Suguru can decide whoâs going last. â
âI never said that,â Gojo grumbled, shrinking back down.
âShoko, how about you introduce us to your friend before we start?â Geto suggested smoothly, more so because he didnât want to sit next to a brooding Gojo. âWell at least I know Gojo and I havenât had the pleasure of meeting her yet.â
Shoko was already head deep in the cooler, popping back up with a hard seltzer. âOh, yeah. I guess you havenât met her.âÂ
You gave Gojo and Geto a small smile along with a wave before saying your name. They introduced themselves as well, and you extended your hand. Geto gave it a soft shake while Gojo took the opportunity to kiss the skin on the top of your hand.
âGreat, now you have the burn the skin off your hand,â Utahime grumbled, all but pulling you away from Gojoâs grasp so you could sit down next to her.Â
âWill I get leprosy if I donât?â you laughed, opting to sit on your knees.Â
âProbably something worse.â You wondered why she had such disdain for Gojo, but the utter look of disgust on her face made you not even want to ask any further questions. That was their business.Â
âIâll keep that in mind,â you assured, patting her knee.Â
Shoko plopped down on Utahimeâs other side, and Haibara pushed the cooler in the center of the circle where everyone sat.
âThe drinks are for everyone,â you said cheerily. âPlease, take whatever you would like! I brought tons.â
Gojo didnât hesitate to open the cooler, getting a limeade flavored hard seltzer; Geto opted for a mango flavored one. Nanami, Haibara, Utahime, and Mei Mei all grabbed drinks as well, cracking them open simultaneously. Everyone clinked their cans together shouting, âHappy Birthday, Shoko!â
âWhoever chugs their drink the fastest gets to go first!â Shoko exclaimed.
âWait, what are we playing?â you asked.
Gojo wasted no time in gulping down his beverage. Whatever game was going to be played, it looked like you werenât going first.
Gojo slammed his empty can on the floor, beaming at his own victory. âLooks like I am going first,â he said pointedly at Shoko.
âNot like going first is going to make it land on the person you want, idiot,â Utahime deadpanned. She drained the rest of her can and crossed her arms over her chest. âBut go ahead, letâs see if the power of suggestion is going to work in your favor.â
â What are we playing?â you asked again. Everyone was busy gulping down their drinks and declaring what turn number they would have. You hadnât even taken a sip of your drink yet.
Geto looked at you, a gentle smile on his face that made the corner of his eyes crinkle. âGood olâ seven minutes in heaven.â
Gojo used a foot to push the cooler to the side and turned his empty can on its side. He gave it a spin, crossing his fingers behind his back and mentally chanting your name.
âAny day now, idiot!â Gojo hadnât even realized he closed his eyes, but of course no one else would have been able to take notice beneath the obsidian of his shades.
Gojo opened his eyes, and couldnât help the shit eating grin that crossed his face. The top of the can landed squarely on you. âWas someone talking shit about the power of suggestion?â He cupped his hand to ear, leaning in Utahimeâs direction. âHmm? I canât seem to hear anything.â
Geto placed a hand on Gojoâs shoulder, pulling him back slightly. âSatoru, what did I say earlier about being nice?â he chided.
âYou don't have to go in there with that vermin if you donât want to,â Utahime assured, cupping your hand in hers. âHe can just spin it again.â
Shokoâs head lolled on Utahimeâs shoulder as she pointed toward a door in the corner of the room. âOver there,â she hiccuped. âDonât fuck up anything in my closet.â
Haibara tapped something on his phone. âIâll keep the time for you guys!â
âIâm a big girl, I think Iâll be okay,â you laughed. âBut I promise Iâll scream if I need help, donât you worry.â
Gojo took off his shades, folding them and placing them in his pocket. He extended a hand toward you, and you couldnât help but gaze at the length of his legs clad in black jeans.Your eyes continued to trail up, admiring the way the black shirt he wore stretched across the taut muscles of his chest and shoulders. A perfect, dazzling smile graced his lips, and he must have known you would pause on those brilliant, blue eyes framed by icy lashes.Â
You took his hand and he easily hauled you up, hand on the small of your back as you walked a few feet to the closet.
Gojo opened the door, ushering you inside.Â
When he pulled in the door, even with the shroud of darkness it was evident the space was tight. Gojoâs hand patted the wall looking for a lightswitch, and opted to reach above him when he didnât find it. He was successful when he found a string, pulling it to be illuminated by a pathetic excuse of a lightbulb.
The flickering bulb cast the tiny space in a yellow glow, revealing a clothing rack stuffed to the brim with clothes on hangers on one side of the wall. Boxes lined the opposite and back walls.Â
You took a small step back, and he took one forward. Your back hit the wall of boxes, and he made no motion to shy away from you. Instead he inched forward again, his minty, fresh scent invading your nostrils.
He placed a hand above your head and craned his neck to look down at you. His looks were truly a marvel. His complexion was completely free of any blemishes, and he had pink, plush lips. His azure eyes were reminiscent of magnificent Caribbean waters; relaxing, cool, calm, but every bit inviting and playful.
Gojo took the same time to look at you, appreciating how every feature fit your face perfectly. Eyes framed by long lashes, perfectly groomed eyebrows, a nose so cute he would pocket it if he could, and lips that he desperately wanted to sink his teeth into.
Your chest heaved against his as he snaked a finger into the belt loop of your skirt, pulling your hips snugly against his. He said your name in a low voice. âTell me youâll let me kiss you.â
âYou can kiââ
He wasted no time bringing his lips down onto yours.
He pressed in closer, resting one of his legs between your parted ones as his lips moved insistently against yours. Not a sliver of space existed between your bodies, and if he gripped the loop he was holding onto any more tightly, it would have broken away from the rest of the fabric.
With him angling his head downwards and you tilting yours upwards, the shapes of your lips fit perfectly together. He was rough, uncaring about the frequent bump of your noses or the occasional grating of teeth scraping against each other.
His tongue traced the shape of your upper lip, then moved to do the same to your lower lip. You could still taste the limeade flavor of the seltzer he chugged down just moments before.
He bit down on your lower lip; the force was gentle enough to be arousing, but stung just enough to cause your lips to part on impact. You moaned against him at the feeling, one of your hands snaking around to grip the hair at the base of his neck.
â Fuck, â he groaned against your lips, moving the hand resting above your head to cup one of your breasts. He gave it an ample squeeze as his tongue pushed past your parted lips, exploring the inside of your mouth.
It was almost if he was aiming to consume you with the ferocity of his kiss, each movement more insistent than the last. His tongue stroked yours as the hand that gripped your breast started to move further down your body. His large hand cascaded down the dip of your waist that gave way to your hips. All the while, he continued massaging his tongue against yours, moaning into your mouth while he did.
Your other hand wrapped around his back, palm splayed while your fingers dug into the material of his shirt. He let out another groan, and you took the opportunity to slip your tongue between his parted lips. His hand trailed further down, palming the flesh of your ass.
You quickly moved your tongue against his, the kiss only growing rougher as he hastily dug his fingers into the flesh of your ass. You could feel him stiffening against you through the fabric of his jeans, and you moaned into his mouth. He used the hand that was gripping your belt loop and lifted the short fabric of your skirt, desperate to press his pelvis closer against you.
Your breath hitched as he rolled his hips against you once, and your breath got caught in your throat entirely when he rolled them against you again. â Satoru, â you gasped, countering him by sinking your teeth into his bottom lip. You followed this up by sucking his bottom lip into your mouth, and his moans vibrated through you.
He rolled his hips against you again, pulling his lips away from yours to start a trail of kisses down your neck. They mirrored the roughness of the kisses against your lips, and you couldnât help the moans that were coming out of you. All you could do was hope they werenât loud enough to be heard outside, or the others outside were making enough of their own noise to drown you out.Â
You lifted a leg, aching for more friction. You whimpered when he rolled his hips again, your fingers digging in deeper to keep the grip you had on him. âShit,â he murmured, licking a lewd stripe from the base of your neck to the bottom of your ear. He repeated the same action on the other side of your neck, opting to suck your earlobe into his mouth while continuing to roll his hips against you.
You panted, matching his movements to roll your hips in time with his. He gripped your ass even harder, his breaths becoming out harsh against the skin of your neck.
âOne minute left!â Haibaraâs voice called from the other side of the door.
Gojo wanted to make his last minute with you count, he wanted you to remember him. He wanted you to wonder why Shoko never introduced the two of you before.Â
With one hand still gripping your ass, he used the other to grip your throat, ensuring you were eye level with him as he continued to rut his hips against yours. âIf I had more than seven minutes with you, Iâd have you coming ten times over,â he whispered against your lips. âI havenât even shown you what my tongue is really capable of,â he chuckled with a final roll of his hips.
Your eyes widened at his words as he crushed his lips against yours a final time.
âTimeâs up!â Haibara called.
Your chest was heaving as you and Gojo untangled your bodies from each other. Both of your faces were flushed and sporting a sheen of sweat. He adjusted your skirt, pulling the material back down and aligning it so it was centered.
You glanced at what was now a raging hard on before he adjusted himself. Luckily, he was wearing black, so it wasnât terribly difficult to conceal.
âYou two better come out, or Iâm coming in there whether you're decent or not!â Haibara called again.
âWell, thanks.â You nodded at Gojo. âIâll keep what you said in mind, maybe Iâd like to see it one day,â you winked, reaching for the closet door.Â
You pushed the door open, finding it hard to conceal the smile on your face. Your world was practically rocked inside the closet, but nothing changed on the outside. Everyone was still drinking and making conversation; it appeared another round of chugging went down in your absence, evident by more empty cans on the floor.
You grabbed another drink as you returned to your seat next to Utahime before realizing you hadnât even finished drinking the one you had before going in the closet. You chugged that one down before opening the new one.
âYou okay?â Utahime asked. A lazily smile was on her face, but she still managed to point daggers in Gojoâs direction. âIâll beat his ass, I swear on everything I will if he hurt you.â
âI'm perfect, I promise,â you giggled, taking a sip of your drink. You couldnât help but throw a wink in Gojoâs direction, which he returned.
Shokoâs turn was next, and her spin landed on Utahime. They both returned from the closet giggling with flushed expressions.Â
Everyone else went, and you had the final spin since you were the last to finish chugging your drink. By now you were comfortably buzzed, and gave the can a spin with a laugh as you waited to see who it would land on.Â
It landed on Geto.
âIâll beat his ass too!â Utahime slurred, leaning into Shoko. She couldnât help but burst into a fit of giggles as Shoko was howling from her statement.
âI promise, that wonât be necessary,â Geto chuckled as he rose to his feet. Similar to Gojo, he offered you his hand. âCare to join me?â
He had an ethereal kind of beauty about him. His hair flowed his inky locks that reached the middle of his back with small bangs in the front and another small portion in a top knot. Small gauges plugged his ears, and he must have been the same height as Gojo. He wore dark denim jeans, and a faded university shirt stretched across his chest.Â
Your eyes couldnât help but trail to the veins on his arms and how prominent his Adam's apple was.
Taking his hand, you made the familiar journey to the closet.Â
Haibara was making some joke with Nanami and Mei Mei, the task of being the timekeeper at this point seemingly forgotten. You shrugged, and slipped inside the closet as Geto held the door open.
The alcohol coursing through your veins made your memory a little fuzzy to remember who went in before you, but you were grateful that they left the light on.
Leaning back against the boxes on the back wall, a lazy smile danced across your face. âSuguru.â
He cocked his head to the side as a light laugh escaped from his lips. He said your name, his voice wrapping around you like a warm blanket. âWhat is it?â
You beckoned him closer with a finger. It took all of two steps before he was directly in front of you. âCan I touch your hair?â
âYes,â he answered. He wasnât expecting that request, but happily obliged.Â
He gently grabbed your wrist and ducked his head to give you better access to his tresses. You threaded your fingers through his hair; it was as soft and luxurious as silk.Â
Your fingers grazed his scalp from the base of his neck, and he couldnât help but close his eyes. Geto normally wasnât a fan of people he didnât know touching his hair, hell, he couldnât say he really let anyone touch it, but he couldnât reject you. Not with the polite way you asked.Â
His assessment of your features was no different than Gojoâs; your looks were nothing less than outstanding, but there was more beneath that. Your looks exuded softness, but your eyes brimmed with desire. Maybe it was his own buzz that made him want to please you in any way possible. Your touch was delicate, and he wanted to know if there was anything else soft about you.
Geto placed a hand on your hip, his thumb rubbing small circles into the exposed skin. âEnjoying yourself?â he asked.
âI am,â you giggled, âbutâŠâ
âHmm?â he questioned. âBut what?â
âI donât want you to take this the wrong way,â you gushed. âBut I really want to kiss you.â
You didnât need the liquid courage to admit that, but it definitely helped to speed up the process.
Geto lifted his head, and used his other hand to cup your chin, his thumb caressing the skin there. âIâm happy you said that, because I want to kiss you, too.â With that, he brought his lips to yours.
Getoâs lips felt like a warm caress against yours, his lavender scent wafting into your nostrils.
You closed your eyes as his lips moved leisurely against yours, movements unhurried as your lips massaged each otherâs. The hand on your hip slowly trailed the side of your body as his hand caressed the skin of your stomach, igniting a flame in your core. He placed his other hand on the arch of your back, and you couldnât help the whimper that escaped your lips at his embrace.
His large hands were soft and moved delicately across the expanse of your skin. His fingers dipped into every curve, sending shivers down your spine. Every movement of his hands seemed calculated, and oozed a level of sensuality you couldnât even begin to explain.
His lips parted as his tongue ran along your bottom lip. You more than willingly parted your lips, and his tongue slipped inside your mouth. The movement was seamless as the hand on your back pulled you closer toward him, keeping every part of your bodies connected. One of your hands was still threading through his silky hair while the other snaked beneath the material of his shirt to feel his defined torso. Much like his hands, the skin there was soft and smooth, but there was no denying the definition of muscle.
He hummed into your mouth at your touch as the hand on your stomach began to sluice down the expanse of your thigh. His thumb expertly moved in circles while his remaining fingers gripped the flesh delicately. He continued the motion, his hand traveling from the top of your thigh to just above your knee. The hand was equal parts warm and encompassing.
You moaned softly against his mouth as the palm of his hand moved to the underside of your thigh. He gave it a gentle squeeze before lifting it, wrapping it around his waist. His hand remained under your thigh to keep it propped up, the flame ignited in your core before now a fire burning out of control. He pulled his lips away from yours for a brief movement at the small gasp you let out at the motion, a gentle laugh escaping from him. âEverything alright?â
âPerfect,â you breathed out, moving your hands to wrap both of them around his neck. You pressed your lips back to his, this time tracing the shape of his lips with your tongue. You gently nipped at his bottom lip and started to explore his mouth once he parted his lips.
You could feel him harden with every stroke of your tongue, and the motion of your bucking hips seemed involuntary. The gentle grip he had on your thigh became a hard squeeze with every movement of your hips; the hand on your back trailing further down to cup your ass. He squeezed the flesh in tune with the movement of your hips, but was still careful not to dig his fingers too deep into your skin.
You felt yourself panting into his mouth as the kiss continued, growing sloppier by the moment. The controlled movements of your lips before were nearly nonexistent as you grasped for any part of him that you could get.
âKeep your leg up,â he murmured against your lips. He removed the grip from your thigh and moved from your body just so he had enough space to snake his hand between your thighs. You hitched your leg higher up on his waist and he buried his head in your neck.Â
Geto couldnât help but laugh to himself seeing the faint marks Gojo left on your neck. His friend never held back when it came to self indulgence. He couldnât blame him, though. He would have done the same if he were in the same position.
Just as lady luck had been on Gojoâs side on his spin landing on you, it was just Getoâs luck that no one else had a turn with you. If Gojo was going to be your first impression, he was more than happy to be the last.
âMhm, keep your leg right there, angel.â His velvety voice wrapped around you like a bow on a present, and you knew you would fold to whatever he requested.Â
He brushed the pad of his thumb over your clothed clit, eliciting an instant moan from you. His lips latched onto your neck as he brushed over your clit again, loving the sounds of your moans. âThat feels good, doesnât it?â he chuckled softly against your neck, letting his lips mark another spot into your skin.
â Suguru, â you whined.
âHmm?â His thumb began to massage your clit in slow circles, and you felt yourself clench around nothing. He barely touched you and your body already felt greedy for more. Your arms latched even tighter around his neck as if you were a koala hugging a tree branch. âYou like the way that feels? Something tells me that you do.â
You moaned again as he continued to massage your clit, his lips still working against your neck. By now you werenât worried about anyone hearing, you were more than certain the game had been long forgotten by everyone else in attendance. Your hands tugged gently at his hair, producing a small groan from Geto.
âLetâs see just how much you like this.â His voice was muffled against your neck. You didnât have a chance to respond before two slender fingers were pushing the fabric of your underwear aside, running over your slick center. âQuite a bit, it seems,â he mumbled, letting his fingers run over your heat again.Â
Geto could feel himself growing harder just knowing how wet you were; just imagining how you would feel enveloping his fingers, inviting him in. Perhaps he wasnât very different from Gojo at all when it came to self indulgence. He kept his thumb firmly pressed against your clit as he slowly pushed his fingers inside of you.
You welcomed his fingers, clenching around them as you struggled to keep your leg in its lifted position. He let out a groan of satisfaction as he slowly plumped the digits in and out of you, taking his time to reach that spongy spot with each plunge of his fingers.Â
âHey! Whoâs keeping time!â Gojoâs voice sounded loudly beyond the closet door. âIâm sure itâs been more than seven minutes!â
âShould weâ Ah! â Getoâs fingers stayed plunged inside of you as he kept his fingers curled against your g-spot.Â
Erection pressed firmly against your grounded thigh, he paid Gojoâs voice no mind as his thumb pressed harder against your clit. âJust focus on me, angel. Theyâre fine out there.â
His voice was dizzying as his fingers worked on the continuous ministrations of stimulating your clit and g-spot. Your breaths were coming out in harsh pants and your thigh was aching, but you were determined to keep it upright as you felt yourself coming closer to orgasm.
âYouâre so close,â he murmured. âYouâre going to come for me, arenât you?â
âYes, yeââ
âDonât tell me youâre all just going to ignore me.â Getoâs fingers moved quicker. âFine. Iâm telling them to get the fuck out.â
One final motion, and you drenched his fingers, the excess dripping down your thighs and soaking the crotch of your underwear.Â
You barely had a moment to catch your breath before the closet door swung open. You hastily put your leg down while Geto made no movement.
âSatoru.â His voice was light, almost playful. His fingers were still inside of you, hand now sandwiched between your thighs. He pulled them out slowly before removing his head from the crook of your neck, turning it to face Gojo. âIs something wrong?â
âHm, I donât know,â Gojo groaned. âMaybe the fact that the game is called seven minutes in heaven and you guys have been in here for hours. â
âI see.â He whipped his head back around and removed his other hand from the grip it had on your ass as he took a step back. âDidnât mean to break any rules, of course. Weâll be out in a moment.â
Gojo closed the closet door with a huff, and you released a breath you hadnât even realized you were holding.
âWas he⊠upset?â He wouldnât have a reason to be, would he? This was just a silly little party game after all.
A small smile crept onto Getoâs face. âNot at all.â The corners of his eyes crinkled. âDonât you worry about a thing, angel. Heâs perfectly fine.â
You breathed a sigh of relief, focus now shifted to your still trembling legs. You straightened your skirt and gave Geto a sheepish smile. âThat was⊠fun. Thanks.â
âThank you. â A small smirk danced over his lips as he adjusted him, striding over to the door. He opened it, gesturing for you to step out first.
Gojo was already sitting back down, poking fun at a now very drunk Shoko. Utahime was trying to tell, or rather scold him about something, but she was just as trashed, none of her words the least bit intelligible.
You couldnât help but laugh as you rejoined them, going for another drink yourself. You wondered how long you were actually in the closet with Geto, but paid it no mind as you enjoyed the rest of the night.
A few hours later, Haibara, Nanami, Mei Mei, Gojo, and Geto started making their way out. Shoko and Utahime were already fast asleep on the couch, and you decided to sleep over. They would probably need to be nursed back to health in the morning.
âDoes anybody need help calling an Uber or anything?â you asked.
âAlready called one for Yu and I,â Nanami answered. âShould be here in a few minutes.â
âMy brother is going to pick me up,â Mei Mei responded.
You nodded at both of them and looked toward Geto and Gojo.
âWe donât live too far, weâre good to walk home,â Geto answered, seemingly for himself and Gojo.
Nanami, Haibara, and Mei Mei all got into their respective rides, leaving the tall pair of friends left.
You flashed them both a smile as you walked them to the door. âIt was great meeting both of you.â A part of you felt like you should have been swimming in some kind of guilt, but you were really swelling with pride. They were both too attractive for their own good, and surely they knew that. âI hope we get to see each other again, sometime.â
âIâm sure we will,â Gojo assured, a sly smile playing on his lips.
âGood night, angel.âÂ
They made their way out the door, and you locked it behind them.
Gojo shoved his hands in his pockets as he and Geto began the short walk back to their apartment. Only lamp posts and the occasional passing car provided any illumination.
âIâm mad.âÂ
âOh?â Geto questioned.
âShoko hid a hot friend from us.â
Light laughter escaped from Getoâs lips. âThat, she did.â
Gojo stopped his pace, turning to look at Geto. âSo what did you guys do?â
Geto laced his fingers, lazily placing them behind his head as he stopped as well to look at Gojo. âI could ask the same, but I already know you went all Dracula on her neck.â
Gojo scoffed. âWell unlike someone, I was adhering to the time limit.â
âNot my fault no one wanted to keep time anymore when it was her turn,â Geto shrugged in response. âI was just making her feel good, thatâs all.â
A white eyebrow cocked. âDid you make her come?â
Another shrug from Geto. âI had the time to, why wouldnât I?â
â What? â A pout formed on Gojoâs lips. âThatâs not even fair!â
Geto unlaced his fingers from his head and waved the two fingers that were inside of you in front of Gojoâs face. âIf you get close enough, maybe you can still smell her.â He wiggled his fingers again. âYou can even lick them, if you want.â
Blue eyes turned into icy slits. âWhat am I, a dog? â He took a step closer and smelled the offered fingers anyway. âAnd angel? What the fuck was that all about?â
âCute lilâ nickname.â He shrugged again. âJust seemed fitting at the moment.â
Gojo groaned and threw his head back. âAre you thinking what Iâm thinking?â
âWeâre literally never thinking the same thing,â Geto deadpanned.
Blue eyes threatened to get stuck in the back of Gojoâs skull from how hard he rolled them. âWhatever. I say we go for it.â
âHmm.â Geto nodded thoughtfully. âI guess this is a rare occurrence where we are sharing a brain cell.â He tapped his chin. âThink sheâd want to?â
Gojo threw his arms around his best friendâs shoulder. âOh, come on. Itâs us. Not a chance the answer is no.â
ill upload ch 2 and 3 later lmao
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Snuggle Bug
Toji Fushiguro
AO3 :)
just toji being soft and domestic, thats it âž(ïœĄË á” Ë )âžâĄ
~2k
SFW but minors still shoo
It isn't hard to make assumptions about Toji with just one look.
With his imposing frame riddled with pounds of muscles, enough scars to rival any war hero, and an expression that screams I donât tolerate nonsense, ever on his face, most people steer clear of him.Â
There isnât much merit in thinking so, but so many easily peg him as a douche, an asshole, a womanizerâsomeone that probably has the worst opinion on anything ever.Â
While Toji has definitely judged more than one book by their cover, only sparing something a glance for no longer than a second before deciding whether or not it would be worth his time, heâs more than happy he was a book you were willing to read.
He still remembers having to build up the courage to ask you out on a date.
Every week he would treat Megumi to a few new books, and low and behold on a calm Sunday afternoon the sweet old manager was showing you the ropes on the cash register.Â
He was enchanted by your smile, the natural grace that you had, the zest for life that you conveyed just through your love of reading. At first it was innocent, Toji being just as excited as Megumi for the weekly trip to the bookstore, flying to the childrenâs section to see if you had any exciting news on any new releases. There was even the time where you decided to do an impromptu story time just for Megumi because it was a slow day.
After that, Toji had to admit that he did get a bit more greedy, making more frequent trips to the bookstore and flashing you a crooked smile when you would look for the bite sized version of him. âJust me,â heâd laugh, hoping that crimson wasnât painting his cheeks.
When people say expect the unexpected you always thought it was referring to something completely drastic, like seeing actual pigs fly or winning the lottery. Not seeing this big, burly man scratching the back of his neck and blushing while he waited for you to say something, but you couldnât complain. You simply smiled at him and said, âWell you can read at a higher level than Megumi, right? Let me show you some other books.â
As the weeks went by, Toji was spending more time (and moneyâbut you did give him your employee discount out of the kindness of your shining heart) at the bookstore, whether or not he had Megumi with him.Â
âI put something else in the bag.â A cheeky smile that he couldnât quite decipher was on your face as you pushed his purchase toward him.
He thanked you and was fighting every single urge not to pounce on the bag the moment he stepped out the door. The bit of self control he was able to maintain allowed him to wait until he got to the car, seeing a slip with your number scrawled on it right on top of the books he just bought.
He never felt nervous about making a phone call before that night, but every bit of tension eased from his body when your bright cadence filled his ears over the speaker.
Soon the two of you were texting good morning and good night here and there, the occasional how is your day going. It was far from that though. After a few weeks you were moving on to talking about new shipments of books, mentions of family, future plans. It became routine for both of you to talk on the phone nightly. Even if it was a day that he visited the bookstore, the true cherry on top of the cake was drifting off to sleep with the sound of your voice in his ears.
It only seemed natural for him to ask you out and make you his.
Being with Toji provides you with comfort and security not even money can buy. No one dares to cat call you with Toji by your side.
Thereâs something just so entertaining about seeing one of the people you adore the most making others cower in fear with just a simple glance, like having a big, vicious dog that growls at everyone in public but snuggles up to you in private.
And when it comes to snuggling, Toji is well versed in that department.
See, he doesnât really believe in personal space; he can never be too close to you.Â
If youâre washing dishes in the kitchen, his arms are wrapping around your waist, bending his head so it's resting in the crook of neck, sighing contentedly as he breathes in your scent.
Sitting on the couch? Heâs scooching as close as possible next to you, entwining his fingers with yours, not even looking at whatever is on the television. He damn near crawled in your lap a few times, arguing that it was much more comfortable for him despite your legs screaming in protest.
He doesnât even care if youâre in the shower, sitting on the toilet seat and waiting until you finish. His go to is usually getting in the shower with you, withstanding the boiling hot water you somehow consider an appropriate temperature. He had to build up his tolerance, feeling like his skin was going to melt off his body if he stayed there longer than five minutes. This would only make you laugh and say, âToji, stop torturing yourself. Iâll be out soon.â Heâd just grunt and give you that pouty face that makes you dab a kiss to his nose.
If youâre taking a bath, he used to drag a chair out from the dining room, but ended up buying a cozy bean bag just to make himself more comfortable and accompany you.
Much like a big dog though, Tojiâs spatial awareness seems to be a bit... Lacking.
He doesnât mean it, you know he doesnât, but there are times when you swear he is trying to decimate you with the weight of his body.
Especially nights like tonight when heâs coming home late from work.Â
Megumi already ate the dinner you made and has been fully entertained by a movie you watched together. Once you made sure he was snuggled in bed with his two favorite stuffed animals, the only thing left to do is wait for Toji to get home.
His job can be pretty unpredictable, leaving him coming home at late hours when the only thing he wants to do is be by your side, feeling the softness and the heat of your body while he closes his eyes and melds into you.Â
His stomach is rumbling, screaming for sustenance. When he walks through the door he knows thereâs going to be a plate of food already made for him, just waiting to be heated up, but eating is far from being the first thing on his mind.Â
Instead he cracks open Megumiâs door first, a small smile forming on his face when he sees his little form tucked in, arms wrapped around those stuffed dogs while his chest gently rises and falls. He closes the door behind him, making the few steps to the bedroom that he shares with you.
It was obvious you tried your best to stay up and wait for him, indicative by the bedside lamp still being on and the book laying facedown on your lap. Though your thrown back head, the bit of drool leaking from the side of your mouth, and soft snores coming from your body shows your efforts were unfortunately in vain.
This just adds to the smile on his face, silently slinking back out of the room so he can eat and take a shower. Youâre still blissfully asleep once he emerges from his shower. He carefully opens the dresser, opting for just a pair of boxer briefs.
He turns off the bedside light and carefully secures the place in your book with the bookmark you left next to you on the bed.Â
Despite his attempts at being gentle, the bed always creaks beneath his weight when he gets on it. The sound isnât quite enough to wake you, only stirring a bit in your sleep.
With himself securely in the bed he moves in closer calling your name gently. Still, you only stir, murmuring out something unintelligible while your head turns to the side slightly.
He takes the opportunity to lay his head on your chest, listening to the soft beating of your heart while his fingers are drumming lightly against your stomach. The feeling always makes him melt, indulging in every pliant dip and curve of your body, the velvety texture of your skin such a contrast to the calluses and roughness of his own.Â
It isnât long before his hands are exploring, moving down to caress the swell of your hips and making their way back up to feel the dip in your waist. All the while his head stays on your chest, as if his skull is a sword that will do anything imaginable to defend your heart.
He stays like this for a while, the thumping of your heart serving as his own personal white noise, the sensation of your skin beneath his touch alleviating all the stress of work.
âMmm,â you groan, slowly opening your eyes only to be greeted by darkness and consumed by heat. âToji.â
At the sound of your voice he slowly opens his eyes, immediately pulling you closer to him and panting a slew of kisses on your cheek. âYou were sleeping when I got in,â he murmurs against your cheek, plopping another kiss there. âDidnât want to wake you up.â
Youâre not sure what time you fell asleep, but tap the screen on your phone, squinting at the harshness of its brightness. Itâs a bit past four in the morning now, rain beating down gently against the windows.
âLike youâve cared about waking me up before,â you laugh gently, playfully rolling over to escape both his hold and the slobbery kisses he insists on planting on you.
âCome here.â A fit of giggles leaves your lips as you continue rolling over, just out of reach every time he tries to wrap his arm around you again. He lets you have it for a few more moments, letting you tire yourself until youâre completely breathless with laughter. Like a tiger waiting to strike he ambushes you, caging your body between his arms and letting his weight settle on top of you.
âToji!â You try your best to contain your squeal knowing Megumi is sleeping just beyond the thin walls.
âWhat?â His voice is muffled as his head takes refuge in the crook of your neck, his lips pressing softly against the sensitive skin there. He feels your pulse quicken every time his lips brush against your skin. âI missed you.âÂ
No matter how many jokes you make about canceling his gym membership or making sure he never has another protein shake again you wouldnât trade the feeling of this for anything. One hand rubs small circles into his back while the other snakes around to the nape of his neck. He nuzzles further into your neck, humming with satisfaction when your fingers thread through hair and delicately massage his scalp.
âI missed you, too.â He doesnât say anything, but you feel the curve of his lips against your neck as his arms maneuver beneath you, cradling your body tight. Â
The warmth of his embrace quickly lulls you back into a state of unconsciousness, only willing for the serenity to end when you wake up, ready to appreciate him with bright eyes, marking another day together.
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