BEST BIG BROTHER EVER 🥲

I feel like a virgin when I search up x Reader with a new character I like

mdni, reblogs appreciated .  ﾟ ࿔ ˖ fem!reader ﾉ he calls you baby, dry humping

synopsis: quickie in the morning between you and your fav (๑•͈ᴗ•͈)

"i'm trying to sleep here." you laugh breathlessly as you feel his lips against your neck. you feel his hands trail down to your hips and the squeeze of your flesh.

"the sun's out, it's time to wake up." he mumbles as he gently sucks the soft skin of your neck. the previous breathless laughs turns into a soft moan.

"keep those pretty little sounds coming, baby."

his bulge rubs against your ass causing him to let out a groan in pleasure; your back arching in response.

he grips your hips a little tighter as he continues grinding his bulge against your ass, trying to get some type of relief. his mouth is still attached to your neck and moving along to your shoulder, planting needy kisses as he feels his pleasure slowly building.

with one hand keeping your hips still, his other hands begins to squeeze your breast, kneading them. his thumb twirling around your nipple as he gently tugs on them causing you to whimper.

every little moan slipping out your pretty lips just eggs him on, causing him to grope your ass. he feels himself getting closer and closer. he shamelessly thrust his hips up while you grind down against him desperately, leading you both to come completely undone.

I might actually die oh my god all I want is to read a LONG slow burn fanfic but everything is smut and it is making me want to kill myself please I need a long fic please 😖😖

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𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐨. The guy who walked into class once with blood stains on his sneakers. Got that hair up in spike buns. Wears nothing but heavy, oversized clothes that hide his physique. Heavy, dark makeup. Excessive bracelets and accessories. Earphones plugged in, music loud enough to make you wonder if he's trying to make himself go deaf. Is he listening to Green Day or My Chemical Romance? No okay, it was Mozart and Vivaldi. He's an off-beat freak always throwing surprises. Black nails with pink pinkies. Pale, slightly veiny hands that instantly spark your imagination. He wears an expression that's so brooding and unapproachable, but then then he opens his mouth and speaks so softly and so politely that you're taken aback.

Sitting down with him at parties leads to getting high and finding out that he has a lot on his mind. It's impossible to judge if he likes you or not; he's enigmatic. When he's got a crush on you, he just gives you shifty stares out his peripherals. Maybe he's not interested at all — oh never mind, now he's placing freaky open-mouthed kisses on your mouth. You know what he loves? Holding the side of your neck and slipping his pierced tongue into your mouth. At hazy parties, he sits on the stairs with you, caught up in an intense, highly charged make-out session.

He loves sleeping in your lap. He loves doodling on your arm, cute little mushrooms or creatures. He's always so calm that just being around him puts you in a zen state — "Hey, baby." he murmurs this so softly, his voice like ocean waves rolling under moonlight. His arm is quickly around your shoulders, and you're melting into him. It's just indescribable, this effect that Choso Kamo has on you — you could marry him. And honestly, it's funny, considering that he was once just the freaky spike bun hair guy who walked into class with blood stains on his sneakers.

he thinks he's gonna eat him

megumi fushiguro x reader

summary: i am a sucker for mutual pining. seeing megumi’s beautiful smile for the first time.

The city always seemed quieter at dusk, the usual hustle of shuffling feet and distant honking vehicles softened as you strolled alongside Megumi down the city streets. You’d been alone together many times before; yet this evening felt different, like walking along the edge of something unacknowledged as the rustle of unseen leaves filled the silence.

"Are you sure this is the right way?" you asked, breaking the comfortable silence as you glanced up at the darkening sky, painted with hues of pink and orange.

Megumi, hands tucked casually into his pockets, merely nodded. He didn’t stop walking, barely acknowledging your words as you struggled to keep up with his heavy steps. "It's a shortcut." He said, short and simple as was always his way of communicating.

“A shortcut to what exactly? You know Gojo’s going to hassle us for being late again.”

He side-eyed you, a soft sigh escaping his lips, though his expression remained neutral. You could sense an almost imperceptible shift, a stiffening of his posture at the mention of your former teacher. "Since when do you care about Gojo's timing?" His gaze, brief and stormy, met yours for a split second before drifting away.

“Touche,” you laughed, nudging his shoulder slightly. He doesn’t physically react, his pace remaining unchanged, but you could tell from the briefest flicker in his eyes that you’d at least gotten some, albeit tiny, reaction out of him.

As you continued, the path opened into an unexpected clearing, a slice of calm nestled amongst the chaos of Tokyo. The city’s hum faded, absorbed by a dense canopy of trees. As you breathed you could pick up the subtle scent of damp earth; it was a stark contrast to the city you had just come from. Serene, but almost magical.

“Wow,” you breathed, turning to find that somehow Megumi had stopped beside you, his gaze drifting upwards to the branches ahead. There wasn’t much enthusiasm on his face, especially compared to you, but there was a brief flicker of admiration in his eyes.

“This part of the city,” he said, his voice lilting into something that almost resembled fondness, “its overlooked.”

You look up, watching as the stars outstretched in the sky. It was beautiful. “Figures you’d know all the secrets in this city.” You say in awe. “It’s pretty.”

When you look back at Megumi he’s looking at you, and it was then, against the dark background of night sky, that you caught it…a smile. It was the briefest of moments, a subtle uptick of his lips as he watched you gaze at the sky. But it faded, just as quickly as it had come. In that moment you realize you’ve never actually seen Megumi smile before. Not when his face is perpetually impassive, when he’s always so guarded and reserved. No, this was a first. And my god was it beautiful. Probably the most beautiful smile you’d ever seen; no wonder he didn’t show it off because a smile like that was like the sun, burning so bright that it ignited something in you.

“Do that again,” you said, hardly containing the surprise in your voice. Your eyes slightly wider as you studied his face.

“Do what?” he replied, looking away from you, his gaze lingering on a distant tree.

You narrow your eyes. “You know what.” You say, playfully nudging his shoulder again to hide the fact that seeing him looking at you in that way, with that smile on your face…well it was bad for your heart.

He rolled his eyes, scoffing lightly. “Can we just go.” He said, as he continued to walk on in front of you.

You walk behind him, letting him guide you as the silence is filled with grassy footsteps. “You have a nice smile.” You finally say, a subtle uptick of your own lips as you avoid looking directly at him, heart pounding just a little faster in your chest. You just look on down at the ground, watching your shoes gather dirty against the muddy path.

So you missed it, missed the way his lips curved upwards again, missed the subtle blush that dusted the tips of his ears, as he lead you towards your destination.

ꨄ Reiner Braun, your perverted roomie ۶ৎ

ᥫ᭡𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓮 𝓳𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓯𝓯 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓵𝓮𝓷 𝓹𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓮𝓼

Pt.2 to Perv!Reiner

A/N: Reibear is very subby in this.. I just love the thought of this large man being a cute, whimpering, pathetic, touch-starved man.

You sit up, looking over at the clock on your nightstand.

It was past midnight at this point, you had been lying in bed for quite a while now, deciding to put in your earbuds and listen to music as you scrolled through your phone after you had gotten out of the shower.

You pull the earbuds from your ears, stretching before you get up to go get something to drink from the kitchen.

As you walked down the hall, you paused, hearing the faint, repeated murmur of your name coming from your roommate's room.

When you get to Reiner's door you knock softly and when you don't get a response you decide to open his door slowly only to see his hand wrapped around the thick base of his shaft but only for a split second before he quickly tries to cover himself.

"I'm sorry!" You both say in unison as you turn your back quickly and your hand flies up to your face, covering your eyes.

"I am so sorry.. Oh my God.. I heard noise and I thought maybe you were talking in your sleep or like a nightmare or.." Suddenly, the glance of what you'd see on his bed pops back into your mind, and you drop your hand back to your side, turning to look at him.

His face is flushed, hair slightly sticking to his forehead and his lips are parted like he wants to speak, to try to explain himself, he wanted to say something, anything but what could he possibly say?

"Wait.. are those my panties?" you ask motioning to the skimpy piece of black cloth on his bed, peaking from beneath the blanket.

"Uhh.. I.. yes.." he says quietly, obviously quite embarrassed that he not only got caught but that he neglected to hide the panties he'd stolen while you were at work earlier in the day.

You walk over to his bed, and his eyes follow you nervously, his heart pounding out his chest. He expected you to just leave and act like nothing happened, to slap him.. something.

When you get to the side of his bed you hold out your hand for your panties and he slowly gives them to you, feeling guilty.

" 'm sorry.."

You hold the panties up, realizing he'd not only stolen your panties but a pair that you'd worn.. this man was going through your dirty laundry.

"So all those times I'd come home to my clothes folded on my bed that just so happened to 'get mixed' with yours in the laundry.. this is what you were doing, huh?"

He nods softly. He knows there's no point in him trying to lie now.

"What do you do with them?"

"Oh I.. I'm sorry.. I'm disgusting, I know.. I won't take them anymore.. I prom-"

"What do you do with them, Reiner?" You question again, your eyes moving from the panties that you put aside on his desk and back to him.

He hesitates, swallowing for a moment before he sighs.

"I like to smell them.. or.. sometimes I put them.. in my mouth.. or use them to.. you know."

He felt so embarrassed, disgusting, guilty. Wishing the floor would just open up and swallow him whole.

You can't help but imagine his hand, adorned by your panties wrapped around his dick, pumping away while he moaned your name. He's so flustered right now, and you have to admit, you should be disgusted, but he's so adorable..

"I'm sorry.. I won't do it anymore.. I just can't stop thinking about you.. I'm sorry.. you're all I think about.. when I wake up.. when I go to sleep.. I dream about you.. you're so pretty.. and nice and..I didn't know how to.. I just.." he rambles, wanting to say anything to defend himself before his eyes look back at your face, your expression unreadable before you speak.

"You know.. you could've just asked.." you say softly.

He literally feels like his heart is beating so fast, he'll die as he nervously watches you reach beneath your short nightgown to slip your panties down slowly. He must be dreaming.

His breath seems to catch in his throat and he watches you bring the material up for him to see.

"You.. you're not mad?" He asks, his eyes not moving from the fabric you held out.

"Guess I should be? Shouldn't I?"

"Do you want these, Rei." you say in an almost teasing, lustful voice, waving the material around like it was a treat for a dog and he swallows but he nods softly, reaching out for the material only for you to yank it away.

"Say please."

The flush across his cheeks grows darker, his heart beating faster.

"Please.. please can I have them.." he asks, his voice soft, barely above a whisper.

"Pretty please." you correct him.

His voice is laced with desperation, not even caring anymore, that he sounds and looks absolutely pathetic. The look in his hazel eyes is pleading, as if you giving him the panties would save his life, as if it was a necessity.

"Pretty please.. can I have them? I'll do anything.."

You grin in satisfaction, looking at his hand that he had held out, waiting for the panties before looking back at his face, gaze trailing from his eyes to his lips.

You lean closer, grabbing his jaw in one hand, his eyes looking up at you innocently as he slowly lowers his hand back to the bed.

"Open." You demand softly, and he parts his lips, opening his mouth, allowing you to shove the material in. The taste of you hits his tongue as you lie the part the covered your pussy just moments before, right against his tongue, making his eyebrows furrow slightly as he moans.

"Good boy.." You praise giving his cheek a soft pat.

He groans softly, the praise only arousing him further.

Your eyes trail down his body, noticing his broad shoulders, his muscular arms and chest, the prominent veins that run down his biceps to his forearms and down to the top of his large hands.

Your gaze moves further south, noticing the pronounced v-lines and the veins that run down the center of his abs all the way down to the trail of hair starting just beneath his belly button leading down beneath the blanket that rests low on his hips, covering the rest of him.

His eyes stay on your face, watching you look at his body. His mouth is watering around the panties so much that it runs out from the corner of his lips. He wonders what you'll do now, if you'll do anything at all or just leave him there looking pathetic and needy.

You reach your hand out, fingertips lightly trailing down his chest and abs seeing his body flex beneath your touch. You look back up to his face, his eyes pleading with you, silently begging you to touch him more.

You swear he looks as if he'd drop down to his knees and cry and beg at your feet to fuck you if given the prompt to do so.

"Can I?" You ask, your fingers running down his happy trail, and he nods eagerly.

When your hand slips beneath the covers, they drag along the hot, thick, veiny length. You used your other had to pull the cover back slowly, his hard dick jumps softly from the cold air, the leaking precum building at the tip.

You run your finger down and over the tip, collecting it with your finger, popping the digit into your mouth, sucking it off as you look in his eyes, and he moans. Seeing you taste him only makes his dick throb more, borderline painful as it leaks more precum.

You pull the panties from his mouth, spit stringing from his tongue and lips to the now soaked fabric.

"Please.." he says breathlessly, his body feeling like it was trembling with need.

You lean down to his face, tongue dragging flat up his chin collecting his spit that ran down from when you pulled the panties out of his mouth before you reach his lips sucking on his bottom lip softly.

He watches you move away and climb onto the bed between his legs before you lean over him, lips trailing down his chest, tongue moving out to brush against his abs in sync with your soft kisses.

His hard dick brushes along your body and his chest heaves as he takes a few deep breaths.

"Fuck.." he moans softly.

When you move down far enough, you wrap your hand around his dick, picking up the heavy length and bringing it to your lips. Your tongue comes out brushing over the sensitive head, precum smearing on your tongue as he lifts his upper body up onto his elbows so he can look down at you.

His biceps flex, and your eyes look up at him while you circle your tongue around the tip slowly.

Every touch from you feels so good, and you can see every ounce of pleasure he feels in his gaze. His hips buck up slightly, greedy for you to take him into your mouth, but his actions only make you turn and bite his thigh, his dick twitching in your hand as he hisses in pain.

"Don't do that. Be good.." you say giving the bite a soft kiss before you look back to him.

He lies back on the bed, pulling the blankets from the side to cover his blushing face as he mumbles.

"Please.. I'll be good.. I promise.."

You drag you tongue up the base of his cock, running it over his tip before letting your lips mold around his thick shaft, pushing your head down to swallow as much of him as you could.

Your actions make him let out a loud whine, shoving the blanket into his mouth to quiet himself down.

You bob your head up and down slowly, tongue dragging along the base of him as his hand squeezes the sheets tight, a string of pleasured moans coming from his mouth only to be muffled by the blanket.

After a moment you pull your mouth off with a soft pop, moving to straddle his lap, rubbing your wet pussy over his dick and he quickly pulls the blanket from his mouth, looking at you with a slightly surprised, needy expression.

You giggle, reaching down to take him in your hand, teasingly dragging the tip between your hot folds, wetting the tip with your juices.

"Mm fuck.." He moans and you lean down to his lips, your own brushing against his lightly.

"You've thought about this so many times, haven't you.. Always stealing my clothes.. moaning my name while you touch yourself.. your such a nasty boy Rei.. no respect for a woman's space." You mock him making him whimper in lust and embarrassment.

His hands come up hesitantly to your hips beneath the little cheetah print, silk nightgown, almost like he was afraid you'd push them away.

"Mmm it's okay baby.. you can touch me.. I know you want to.. you think about it all the time, don't you?"

He nods, his hands gripping your hips tightly before one of them rubs up your back, the other moving down over your ass, giving it a soft squeeze.

"Yes.. all the.. all the time when I jack off.. you're so pretty.. I just wanted to be close to you.."

You smile softly, kissing his lips, making him whimper.

"Please.. inside.."

He moans, hearing your pussy smack as his tip drags through your folds and brushes against your clit never once dipping inside.

You sink down just a bit, only enough for your pussy to swallow the tip before you pull back off.

"Wait.. please.. I can't.. I need." He mumbles, his hands pulling at your hips.

You sink down on him slowly, feeling his thick, heavy cock stretch your walls as you swallowed all of him.

Once you get down to the base you lean to his ear with a soft moan.

"Fuck me, Reiner." you whisper.

His arms wrap around you, pulling your body to his, and he wastes no time in thrusting his hips upward, dick slipping in and out of your already creaming hole quickly.

"Fuck.. mm fuck.. like this?" He moans out in shaky breaths every time your pussy slips up and down on him, wanting the reassurance that he was doing a good job.

"Ouu fuck.. just like that Rei.. just like that.."

Your praise makes his eyes roll back slightly, his arms tightening around you like he was afraid you'd disappear, damn near squeezing the breath out of you as his hips started to jerk upwards harshly, cock ramming into you mercilessly.

"Fuck.. fuck.. fuck.." the deep, repetitive groaning was all you could hear coming from his lips. His movements pulling the sexiest, sweetest moans from you only driving him more insane.

"Fuck.. Reiner.." you gasp out.

Your voice makes him feel like he'd cum any second.

His hands move to grab your hips again, allowing you to lift yourself up, which also allows him to be able to reach deeper inside of you.

"Ahh.. you feel so good.." he moans as you plant your hands on his chest, riding him. His eyes are heavily lidded from pleasure his hands coming up to his chest to lie on top of yours, squeezing them gently while you fuck yourself on him.

"Mm.. ride me harder.." he moans, his hands moving down to your hips as he uses them to guide you. He fucks up into you while you ride, grinding down on him harder feeling the tip rubbing against your cervix.

"Fuck.. fuck I'm gonna cum.. I.." he grunts out deeply.

You bring your fingers up to his mouth, slipping them past his lips. He looks up at you as he licks and sucks your fingers, moaning like crazy as he sloppily ruts up into you.

You pull your fingers from his mouth and lean down to his ear.

"Wanna cum in my pussy? I know you've thought about it, Rei."

His breathing hitches and he nods.

"Yes.. God yes.. I've thought.. about it so many times.." His breathing is shaky as he inches closer and closer to him orgasm.

"Your pussy is so pretty.. feels so good.. please let me cum inside.."

"Mmm then be my good boy and cum for me Rei.."

You words make him snap, his arms wrapping back around you quick and tight as he holds you close against his body.

He's jerking his hips up into you, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room as he hears the lewd noise coming from his cock rubbing against your slick, tightening walls.

"Fuuck Rei.." you whine out loudly, his pace not easing up for even a second as you squirt, wetting up his pelvis and thighs.

When he feels the gush of warm liquid he moans loudly, fucking up into you aggressively as he cums, cum pouring out of your hole to run down his balls.

He uses you to milk every drop from him, his pace slowing down with each squirt of cum against your cervix, and his hold on you loosens a little bit but not enough to let you get away as you lie on top of him, both of you coming down from the high.

His hand comes up to your head, holding you to his chest as his softened cock slips from between your folds, cum immediately following.

"You're mine.." he says possessively, and you look up at him to see a look of something in his eyes, maybe love.. maybe a sick obsession..

"I'll do anything to keep you.. I won't let anyone else have you.."

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birthday candles with gojo !

"what," satoru whines, twisting his fingers into the hem of your old sweater. "is it illegal to want m'girl blowing out the birthday candles?"

you squirm in his lap to no avail, hips trapped by his arms and shoulder pinned under his chin. your boyfriend pouts up at you, big blue eyes sparkling.

"they're your candles, 'toru."

"but you're my girl," he counters, sidling up close to press a sticky kiss to your cheek. "look, the wax is melting already."

you reach back, brushing over the short, white hairs curling around his nape. "need me to do everything for you, huh?"

with a short puff, the room goes dark. little boxes of light still blink in through the slats in the blinds of satoru's apartment, but now it's mostly just you cradled in his lap, saccharine candle smoke wafting around your heads.

a quiet exchange of breaths, and—

"ahh," satoru voices next to your ear, finger pointing at his open mouth.

you oblige (as you always do), sinking a fork into cream and chiffon.

turning in his lap, you cup his jaw in one hand and shove the cake into his mouth with the other. and as a gift, you seal it with a kiss, smearing cream on your lips.

"happy?" it's a question that comes with a head tilt and a smile.

"best birthday ever," is what satoru says before diving back in.

— hbd to my glorious blue eyed king.. pls talk/interact if u enjoyed, gojo said so ᡣ𐭩

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Sukuna's the type of boyfriend where you confess to him first and he acts like he knew all along. He didn't - and he does a major fistbump the moment you look away.

The type where he'll click his tongue at wherever you want to drag him during your date, then snatch your hand and take you there anyway.

The type where he lets you put on face masks and eyeliner on him to your hearts content - no matter how much says it's stupid, and he doesn't need that shit, anyway, you always catch him keeping it on.

The type to make you pretty bracelets - not buy, make. Picking out charms and colors he thinks you'd love and then thrusting it into your hands saying it "wasn't a big deal, anyway." But you catch that pretty blush on his cheeks.

The type that makes your coworkers slightly concerned when a towering, beefy man is waiting for you on his rugged motorbike. And they've got their fingers on the phone already, peering anxiously outside as you cling onto the very man with a tight hug. And only - only - when they catch him fastening on your helmet, oh-so-gently do they breathe out in relief, realizing that maybe he's just that type.

seven minutes of misunderstanding — satoru gojo

of all the ridiculous situations you've found yourself in, being trapped in a closet with satoru gojo has to top the list. especially when you're convinced he's dating his best friend.

Of all the places you expected to end up tonight, being crammed in a tiny closet with Satoru Gojo wasn't one of them.

A stupid campus party game had somehow led to this moment—you, him, and about fifteen winter coats in a space barely big enough for one person, let alone two.

You're painfully aware of every point where your bodies touch — your back against his chest as you try to avoid the hanging coats, his breath tickling your neck, his hand awkwardly hovering somewhere near your waist like he's not sure where to put it.

The closet is so small that when you attempt to turn around to face him (because somehow facing him seems less intimate than having his breath on your neck), your chest brushes against his.

You hear his sharp intake of breath, feel the way his body tenses against yours. You're so close to him in a way it makes your skin tingle, and you're grateful for the darkness hiding your blush.

"So..." Satoru drawls. "Come here often?"

"Did you seriously just—" You try to gesture incredulously and end up elbowing him in the ribs with enough force to make him grunt. "Shit, sorry!"

You try to put some distance between you but that only results in you stepping on his foot. "Oh god, I'm so sorry! Again!"

"Just—don't move," he says, his hands finally finding your shoulders to hold you still. You feel the warmth of his palms through your shirt as he clears his throat. "We could just... not do anything. Nothing has to happen if you don't want it to. We can just wait it out."

The consideration in his voice surprises you. You try to see his face in the darkness and end up with a mouthful of fuzzy coat. After spitting out what you hope isn't synthetic fur, you say, "That's really sweet of you. And like, I get it. This must be super awkward for you too."

"Awkward?" He sounds puzzled.

"Yeah, I mean... being stuck in here with a girl when you're..."

"When I'm what?"

"You know..." You wave your hand vaguely in the narrow space. "I just meant, like, with you and Geto..."

There's a moment of complete silence, and then Satoru starts laughing so hard you can feel him shaking against you. "You think— me and Suguru? Oh my god, is that why you turned me down for lunch last month?"

"Wait, what? I thought you were just being nice! You're always hanging all over Geto—"

"Because he's my best friend."

"And that time I saw you feeding him—"

"He had a broken arm!"

"The couples' costume at Halloween—"

"We were Mario and Luigi! They are brothers."

Every explanation makes you want to dissolve into the floor more. "Oh my god," you say. "You know everyone on campus thinks you're gay—not that there's anything wrong with that! I totally support you two, you're so cute together and—"

"Can you please stop," he interrupts, pressing a finger to your lips to silence you. "I am very, very interested in women."

Your heart skips. "Oh, really?"

"Yes." His voice drops lower as he removes his finger from your lips. "One woman in particular, actually." You can feel him lean closer. "And she's currently pressed up against me in a very small closet."

"Oh," is all you can manage, your brain short-circuiting as you process his words. You try to lean back slightly, but there's nowhere to go, and suddenly his face is very close to yours.

Then he asks a question you never thought Satoru Gojo would ever ask you. "Can I kiss you?"

The question is soft, almost vulnerable—so unlike the usual Satoru you know. When you don't immediately respond, too shocked to form words, his hand comes up to gently cup your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze in the darkness. "Can I kiss you?" he asks again, his thumb brushing across your lower lip.

A breathless "yes" escapes your lips before you can overthink it.

The first brush of his lips against yours is gentle, questioning, like he's afraid you might change your mind.

Then you grab his shirt and pull him closer, and gentle goes right out the window. He kisses like he's trying to prove a point, like he's been thinking about this for ages, and oh — maybe he has been.

His hands slide from your face to your waist, pulling you flush against him as he deepens the kiss. You gasp against his mouth, and he takes the opportunity to sweep his tongue against yours, drawing a small sound from your throat that makes him grip you tighter.

"Still think I'm gay?" he says against your jaw, trailing kisses down your neck that make your knees weak.

"Not sure," you tease him, even as your head tilts back to give him better access. "Might need more convincing."

You feel him smile against your neck. "More convincing, huh?"

In one fluid motion, he presses you more firmly against the wall, his body completely flush against yours. One of his hands slides into your hair while the other grips your hip, thumb stroking the strip of skin where your shirt has ridden up.

"Let me be very clear then." He punctuates each word with a kiss. "I am very—" kiss "—very—" kiss "—interested—" kiss "—in you."

His hand tightens in your hair as his tongue sweeps against yours, drawing a small whimper from your throat that makes him groan in response.

"God," he breathes against your lips, pulling back just enough to speak. "Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do this?"

You can't form a coherent response because he's already kissing you again, harder this time, more desperate. Something falls off a nearby shelf as you shift against him, but neither of you care.

You're so lost in each other that you don't hear the warning knock. The door flies open, flooding the space with light and the sounds of party chaos.

"God, finally!" Geto's voice breaks through the stunned silence. "Do you know how long I've had to watch him pine over you?"

"Suguru, I will literally murder you," Satoru growls, but he doesn't let go of you. Instead, he leans down, his lips brushing against your ear. "Wanna leave this party?"

And oh, you do.

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