ANGEL OF MINE

ANGEL OF MINE

ITOSHI SAE X CHUBBY READER

content warnings ─── fluff, angst if you squint, edging, smut, sae being a tease, body insecurities

notes. dedicated for @blooming-aster .

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ sae got an angel and it's you.

sae wouldn't deny that outside of soccer, his knowledge about everything is nothing.

yet, he indulge himself with things that reminds him of home. ask him his favorite tv show, he would answer chibi maruko-chan. in which people find it odd, a prodigy like sae liking cartoons but everyone's eccentric in this world and he's allowed to like everything and he couldn't care what others would say.

soccer is his dream. soccer is his passion. sae lives in this mundane life of his where he had nothing to do but to wake up and play soccer and he thought it would be his whole life in the remaining days of his life and it doesn't prepare him when you turned his world upside down.

it took a lot for him to process that he have someone now and soccer isn't the only purpose he have in life. understanding that soccer the sport he played his whole life, poured blood, sweat and tears into it would be the only thing he believes but now when you came into his life. a new light surrounds him.

his new purpose is to love you.

it was slow. sae had said he doesn't know nothing besides soccer let alone being in a relationship. he heard his teammates about their significant others, their side chicks and their arm-candies weekly and it's different when he have you.

it took him months to adjust to be with you. to feel everything was normal. he still can't believe there was you besides him when he wakes up, your sleeping face would greet him. snoring softly, baby hairs draped into your forehead and then to your cheeks. are you for real? he would ask that sometimes.

sae thinks back, reminiscing on how you plague his thoughts every damn time. he should be focusing on his soccer. on his plays. he can't fuck things up. he needs to prove the world how he grown up, how he became the best of the best. you are just nothing but distraction and yet, you is the only thing he can think of.

after his plays, his eyes would search for you in the sea of the roaring crowds. look back and forth. turns around. pretends he's wiping his sweat but his eyes were restless. i need to see you. i want to hear you cheer for me and when he finds you waving and beaming up at him. it's like after the storm from how clear his mind was and the first rays of sun shining in his eyes. he could be blind.

he's not in love. he convinces himself. it's nothing. it would pass but it never did. it took him a long time to understand why his heart would beat faster when you're around, when he thinks of you. how his heart aches when he can see you admiring someone who isn't him. how your smile could complete his day and when you praised him, you'll be completing his month. craving for your attention when it's given free for him by the thousands and needing only yours. tell him he's the best, the one and only and this must be love.he comes in that conclusion. he's in love. definitely.

in that moment he knows, you're the right one for him amidst the crowd.

there is a invisible force about you that draws him towards you. something he never knew he would find and you have it but he never knew what was it. maybe it's the way you brighten up his days. made him feel appreciated for all the efforts he put in when nobody had. he thinks of all the possible ways what made him like you, loves you but there's no answer to it.

it was awkward when things got official. should he kiss you? would you like to hug him? hold his hand, maybe? he had no idea. sae searches in the internet. google could help him and he sees the answers so he did it. waits for your reaction when he first held your hand in his and you seem to like it. he didn't let your hand go. the first kiss? it was short and sweet. it didn't stay that like that for long though. kisses you everytime he had the chance, leaves you breathless every damn time. and hugs? sae was stiff but hugging you melts all his troubles away. where have you been all his life when you're the answer to every question he have.

the water splashed around him, dripping in the rim of the tub as he settleds down. tight muscles loosening, he finally can breathe. the steam wafts providing relaxation and sae leaned back. feel the comfort of the tub and splashes himself with the water.

he hears the bathroom door open and his breath hitched. standing in the door, you were stark naked with a bashful look in your face, hands covering the bits of your body. how long it had been since you two lived with each other and you still act like it's the first he had seen when sae albeit his stoic expression can be a little bit expressive when you're around scratch that, you bring the tiniest and the most emotions he didn't knew he have.

"stop staring." you scold him, dipping in the tub before fully submerging yourself in the warm water. thank the heavens for the big tub. when you two first moved in and started building things, arranging the furnitures, the tub is the first priority. sae agreed with you. everywhere is an intimacy, no matter where the place is. where bath times are sacred where both of you are present despite the busy schedules. the large tub bringing comfort and the spaciousness, it's fantastic. the space where both of you can fit and move freely and the extracurricular deeds occurs. it's a special place in the home you both created.

he can feel the embarrassment radiating from you even when your back facing him. sae slightly shakes his head inertly finding the demeanor you have yet to abandon cute. you weren't still comfortable with him, with your body presented to him. the water sloshing when his body moves, hands wrapping around yours and sae felt your body tensed around him. his arm in your neck while the other rests in your heavier midsection. pulling you close to press your back in his chest and he leans back to the edge of the tub.

he can feel the rapid beating of your heart. the gulps you take and the quiver of your lips. it's a second sense when sae could feel, notice the small changes in your body. this is what must feel like to be bonded to someone. to share a connection with. is this what soulmates feel but that's an old tale. there's no such things as soulmates exists in this time but sae could believe that you two are created for each other.

"relax." he murmurs, kissing your hairline, his lips nipping the shell of your ear.

"sae..." your voice a little shaky. you can't help but to bite your lip, feel his palm in the top part of your thighs, running above to your belly.

"i got you." kneading the flesh in his palm like they were made of dough. it make wonders though, you can feel yourself relaxing in his touch. your walls of doubts crumbling as sae touches you with his rough, calloused hands. your head in his chest and you look up at him. those teal eyes of his fixated in watching your flesh sink and spill in his hand. he looks at you and kisses you with care like you were such a fragile being.

fragile. the word doesn't fit you as the others with the synonyms of being small or dainty. you were built differently.

sae is the least person you think would be this so gentle to you but here he is, behind you making you feel so loved and appreciated. always made your insecurities disappear. made you feel comfortable in your own skin.

rivulets of water drip where your skins are, fingers wrinkled, sae doesn't care about that as long he's thorough in appreciating you.

sae isn't someone to notice a person let alone took interest in someone unless you're the one who's hindering his dream, in which you did.

who knows he finds you so damn attractive when he first meet you in the crowd. an acquaintance of a fellow player or teammate he didn't bother remembering the name and you're standing there and like some cliche or his tiredness from the previous match creeping up on him, time slow down for a little bit until he snaps himself. he must be crazy and his greed running rampant at that time. in his own cold approach towards someone, towards you. he got your name and phone number saved first in his phone and the rest was history.

every man has a weakness and sae have too. you. it doesn't come with too many turns. it's plain and simple. you.

one time, you were apologizing. a bit embarrassed at what will come. you're inexperienced. okay, he knows that but fuck you made him lose his mind fast. you're on top of him. a bit hesitant in putting your weight in him but damn fuck you feel so fucking good when you've sink yourself in his length. his hands holding the plushness of your waist to guide you. he lets you take control. roll your hips in a pace you can do, his gaze drinking in the sight of your breasts bouncing, your soft tummy squished and jiggling and sae had never seen such a beautiful sight. everything about you is what he needs for.

it wasn't that bad for a first experience with you taking control and sae loves control. it doesn't took too long before he leads you in the ways of pleasure and sae is a passionate lover but sae could be sometimes a tease in bed. it always ends up with you begging and tears gathering in your lashes. men with their egos and sae isn't different. there's a part inside him that feeds on the pleasure of you crying. the way your body squirms, the desperation in your movements.

"sae..." you call his name out and while he's making you lose your mind his sight darts in your face. sweat beading in your forehead and your teary gaze looking back at him. "let me cum, please.... sae....."

how could sae ignore that pleas of yours. obediently asking him for release. should he give you that? in some sick part of his thoughts think that but not yet. your velvety walls spasming around him and you're lowering yourself to meet his thrusts, hit that deepest part of yours that he can only give to you.

your mind in shambles, body writhing and there's only one thing you want. you want to cum but sae made it impossible. no matter how hard you chased your high, it's only sae. you were making efforts too but without sae it will never be enough. sae's perfect and he's so cruel to you. the first batch of tears came rolling in your sides and that was the cue for sae to give in to you. always the tears and your pouty face on display before entrusting your pleasures with his.

holding your round cheek in his palm and leans down to you. the chain of his necklace tickling your chest with it's cold and smooth texture. bestowing a sweet kiss to your lips and he smiles, feels you soften up to him. your legs locking around him and sae chuckles. the sound seems condescending but you know it's one for amusement. his needy girlfriend all for him and so then, sae gives you the sweetest pleasure he's been holding. he won't last too from you tightly wrapped around him. making sure you take what he gives.

when you both settled down, the sweat clinging both in your skins but never paid attention. legs tangled in the sheets with your jaw resting on his chest. his hand in your cheek, examining you like it held one of the wonders in the world. his sight on the bracelets you gave him. lucky charms you had told him and sae got confused why he need charms, when he have is talent and greed and he finally understand it when you gave it to him. a piece of me in your games and after that, sae couldn't let it go.

there is still many things that are left unanswered. sae recalls in what made him fall for you. he's sure you fell first or is it the other way around but nonetheless you plague him with the thoughts of you. why he couldn't easily shake you off when he's good at cutting people at his life. how you look so beautiful that it hurts him when you think you're not good for him at times but he's there to kiss away all your doubts.

grabbing your hand and you intertwined it with yours, giving him a bashful smile and pout before burying your face in his chest. you could be so bold at times. your softer hands in his and sae couldn't comprehend why it fits to him like a puzzle when you two are different and no matter how he spend his times asking for answers. there will never be an answer for it but why would it needs for an answer when in those simple times he have you. beside him.

going home wasn't so bad anymore. he will always find you waiting for him. be it in the bedroom or in the living room. how his silent days weren't dull anymore. he hears you laughing and singing even when your voice cracks. him finding solace in you and giving him a place to call home. showed him love even he's the least of deserving of it.

"everybody deserves love, sae."

and he deserves it. truly deserves it when you are the one to show him love and everyday sae falls in love with you. deeper and deeper.

There's too many unfinished works in my drafts and I'm 🫠.

MY HUSBAND'S BEST FRIEND

GETO SUGURU X CHUBBY READER

content warnings ─── established relationship, geto and reader have kids (mimiko and nanako), best friend gojo, fingering,noncon, forced orgasm, dead dove do not eat, talks about cheating, coaxing someone to cheat, gojo's an asshole, alcohol consumption, reader is pregnant, angst, no curses au.

─── next chapter. last chapter.

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ a happy life with your husband suguru and with your twins, what could you wished for, not until your husband's best friend took the form of the green-eyed monster.

the day begin like the previous days. spent in the kitchen where you first do your wife duties and as a parent to your twin girls. the water boiling in the kettle. the rice simmering in the clay pot. the sound of chopping in the wood board, the greens to be used in a balanced meal for your kids and to your husband. it was the mundane life you have chosen, that you and your husband had built for the last years of your lives.

it happened in the blink of an eye. everything happened liked it's just yesterday. meeting suguru through mutual friends and then baam! like an explosion. you're in a home you two built and with twins. some days you would pinch yourself and convince everything's a dream but the cold wedding band nestled in your ring fingers tells you otherwise. you were happy, in this home with suguru. your dear husband.

"a penny for your thoughts?" a large arm wrapping around your belly and a kiss in your cheeks. you hold his arm, leaning in his chest and looking up at him. "just us, suguru." the man behind you hums.

"what about us?" his hands creeping up under your shirt. his nimble fingers untying your apron from your behind. "my wife smiling without me is quite alarming." he mused while his lips grazes the shell of your ear. you let out a breathy laugh.

"can i just be smiling from the thought of you and the twins and how lucky i am to be with you." biting back a moan when his cold hand wanders to your belly. squeezing the flesh that spills in his large hand.

"yeah?"

"yeah."

"allow me to show you what i think of you." his hands lowering until it's into your thigh. tapping the skin before his hands making it's way to your mound.

"sugu, the twins will be waking up soon." your knees giving up on you but his strong arms is always there to catch you. "i checked on them and they're off to dreamland. they won't get up for a another hour, so let's have our time." turning off the stove and you submit yourself into him with his fingers ghosting in your puffy folds before plunging into your weepy cunt. a gasp emits from your mouth, leaving your legs trembling. trapping his hand between your plush thighs but nonetheless suguru continued exploring your insides with his fingers. his digits scissoring your soft, spongy walls and curls occasionally leaving you panting for more. grabbing his sleeves to stabilize yourself.

"doing good for me, sweetheart." he whispers, pumping his fingers inside you faster, filling you so deliciously that it leaves you trembling and gasping.

just a little more and you'll be reaching your peak. your insides tightening around his fingers and he knows it all. rubbing the soft, spongy part of your insides. the tingling pleasure spreading throughout your body and upon release, it numbs you for a moment before euphoria explodes in your brain. releasing the endorphins that leaves you satisfied.

when you calmed yourself from the mind numbing orgasm your husband had bestowed upon you, you were lifted up. gently placing you in the cold, marbled top counter of your kitchen.

"guess we have take care of that?" you innocently tease at him, eyeing the bulge straining in his sweatpants. dangerously low that you could see his happy trail peeking through the garment. suguru chuckles and removes his sweatshirt, tossing it into the chair, showing you his defined muscle. lowering his sweatpants, his cock springing free from the confines of it, slapping against in his hard abdomen.

spreading your legs, he immediately slotted himself in between. holding your cheeks in his hands and giving you a tender kiss in your lips. your fingers tangling in his long, black hair as you pulled him closer to deepen the kiss in which he took advantage off. tapping his cock in between your folds. gathering the slick to coat his cock before entering inside you. earning a moan you from the delicious stretch from his long, hard, cock. hitting the spots deep inside you that leaves you whining and moaning for him.

you two stayed like that for awhile until both of you reached your highs. his cum coating your insides before kissing your forehead tenderly. "that's a good morning." he says and you giggle. "good morning, suguru." you say and he kisses you in return. fixing himself up and continuing the left out chores you had to do. "i'll wake the girls." you muttered, taking a shower first before going to your girls bedroom.

it wasn't hard to rouse the girls from their sleep. clinging to you like koalas when you promised they can still sleep a little bit into you. kissing their foreheads and carrying them both downstairs. they're getting heavy and growing so fast. carrying them is going to be a hassle in the next years if they still want to but nonetheless you enjoyed being a mother to both of your twins with your husband. "morning, mama." they both say, sleepily. holding you tighter in their arms.

mimiko and nanako, your twins with suguru and you couldn't be more happier when you're blessed with two little beautiful girls that you call your own. both three and already showing their unique personalities in their own.

seeing you carrying the twins, suguru approached you, kissing the twins in their head with a sleepy good morning, papa before kissing you. taking mimiko in you before settling them both in their respective chairs.

breakfast laid out with the tea and coffee steaming in the cups, the clack of chopstick and the twins happily eating in the table with food in their hands. looking at suguru who have the content expression same as you have. you both began to eat. mornings like this with the twins and your husband. you couldn't be more happier.

"satoru, no more vacations for you?" geto smirks at his best friend who always travel and on the go with his adventures. twenty four/seven on the road but wouldn't missed the family dinner where he can be with his best friend since high school.

settling in the couch in the living room where multiple family pictures decorated the shelves and on the walls. you and geto in your first date at the museum, followed by a wedding picture and a sonogram tucked in the frame. twins.

dark eyes gloomily stares at the pictures and the glasses in the frame reflects on his eyes. before he could drown in thoughts. a ring in the doorbell resonated in the house. he could hear his other friends and with that gojo puts up his infamous happy-go-lucky smile.

the dinner went smoothly, a few jabs in between, reminiscing the days in high school and what's with everybody doing.

"man, this is good." stuffing himself with the freshly baked goods. happily munching on the sweets that is presented in front of him.

geto chuckles at his antics, "how's life going for you, suguru?" gojo asks to his best friend. "good, the girls are growing up fast." he says, holding your hands in the table and giving you a smile which you returned.

gojo raised a brow at you. there's a hint of smugness and a frown while he looks at you, making you slightly shift in your seat. not liking how he look at you.

it's been years since suguru had introduced you to his friend. his partner in crime since high school but you can't still shake the queasiness you felt when gojo's around. maybe it's the way he stares or just him, yet you still like nothing. squeezing suguru's hand for comfort and he would squeeze back. everything's fine, his hold tells you and you believe in it.

after a few sips of wine and a quick goodbye. you two stood in the kitchen. placing back the pots and pans to their designated place. absentmindedly wiping the plates with a deep thought in your mind. suguru notices it.

holding your jaw with his hand you met his purple eyes. striking yet it held gentleness in those gaze. "look at me, is something bothering you?" he asks and you shake your head. fighting the urge if you should tell him or not but you trust him and you know suguru would never judge you.

"i don't know but maybe it's just me. i don't want to talk about gojo, suguru. but...." suguru stays silent, waiting for the next words you will be speaking about his friend.

"does he hate me or something? he seems relaxed with others but to me..." shrugging you can't help but to worry more like you had offended his friend.

holding your cheeks in his palms, you relish in the warmth in his hands instantly making your worries melt but still dread doesn't leave you.

"i know satoru, he can be quite unpredictable but we've been best buddies for years and he can be seen as a entitled brat to everyone. judging would fit but that's the way he is. don't worry about him, okay?" pressing a sweet kiss in your lips and you nod. returning the kiss with such want, suguru held you in his arms. "don't worry about him." kissing your knuckles and with that, you lost yourself in his kisses.

and yet, you still find yourself in his stares. every time you look in the sea of the crowd he's sight is in yours. even the women flocking in his side while he takes a sip of champagne.

suguru takes your worries away temporarily, holding your hips. making sure you felt safe in his hold which he never fails at doing so. "i'm here." he whispers which made you giggle and suguru takes that laugh of yours. pressing a kiss in the middle of the crowd. looking at gojo, who smiles at him. raising his tinted glasses to show his blue eyes. acknowledging his bestfriend before darting his sight to you briefly.

gojo understands at some point he and suguru would go in their own separate ways. he had his way and suguru have his. you and the twins his best friend dearly loves but he can't help the feeling that gnaws inside him.

for a man like him, he holds the world in his hands, one would say the universe but he can't still fill the hole in his heart. wanting and needing for something, for someone. seeing his friend so happy, so contented, he pales in comparison. his life served in a silver platter.

maybe, he can drown himself in sorrow with women tonight. chuckling what's the difference? he always had it.

humming to yourself, you watched your reflection in the mirror. dressed in your night clothes. closing the bathroom and going to your girls bedroom, kissing them goodnight. you and suguru would do this but he needs to run some errands for his work today but you understand. you will just wait on him and maybe indulge with some good book.

a knock in the door could he heard, brushing your clothes off. you went to open the door. not expecting someone at this hour with the exception of your husband.

"sugu—" the words died down in your throat when you see gojo at your doorstep. clothes disheveled and he reeks of some expensive alcohol he consumed. you heard stories from suguru that gojo's a lightweight when it comes to drinking. raising a hand to wave at you, "ohhh, (y/n)-chan." a drunken greeting you first heard and the way you he calls you. before stumbling forward when you catched him. assisting him in placing him in the couch.

"satoru, you're drunk. stay here please." he only waves his hand, signalling he's fine and leans down his head to the back of the couch. you went to your kitchen grabbing a mug to brew your husband's friend some coffee for him to sober up.

you didn't notice him standing up and following you. draping his long arms around you when you grabbed the mug in one of the cupboards. his breath tickling your nape, raising goosebumps all over your body.

upon the contact, you pushed him away. dropping the mug in an instant. watching it slowly breaks into tiny pieces. your mind in frenzied, body alarmed. you don't want the twins to wake up, not with gojo in your house.

"come on, (y/n). is this how to treat your husband's buddy?" he coos at you but you took a step backwards. he steps forward, stepping on the shards of the mug beneath his shoes.

"suguru will be home soon, you should go now."

"not for an another hour." he says, groaning and removing his glasses. his blue eyes shimmering and he's staring at you like you were a prey ready to be devoured.

your back hit the wall and you were cornered. holding your shoulders in his tight grip with adrenaline running in your veins. your hand came into contact to his cheek. "don't you touch me." you warned and that seems to sober him up.

"you know, suguru and i were unstoppable. we're wild, young and free.." he began to say, rubbing the spot where you slapped him, chuckling. holding his glasses in his finger.

"then you came, barging into suguru's life. i thought it wouldn't last. sugu's not one for commitments, you know. you were just going to be his plaything and then he fell for you and then he's married to you and heck, you even gave him twins." he said, as if mocking you. that you were the one who ruined suguru's life but it's the opposite he's jealous what suguru have. you and a loving family he can call his own.

"i'm happy for him. truly. suguru's a lucky one, ain't he?" speaking the facts and he can't bite the jealousy bubbling in his chest.

you remained frozen, acting brave in front of him. looking at your phone resting in your counter. continuing his rants. you let him babble out his jealousy and you went to grab your phone but you were stopped by him.

"i'm not finished, (y/n)."

"i said don't touch me!" pulling your hand away from him but he seems to grip it harder.

"i'm not jealous of suguru but seeing you two happy makes me want to destroy it." he confesses.

"satoru! please, the twins are sleeping upstairs!" panicking at what he's about to do. not concerning about your safety but your girls whose sleeping soundly. you don't want harm coming to them.

gojo scowls at that but seeing you on the verge of tears made his pants tighten. he went to touch your soft belly. "suguru's blessed. a wife to come home to, a warm bed with you beside him, children who loves him and you." holding your round cheek in his palm. recoiling away from his touch and you avoid his gaze. taking a breathe. hoping or somehow he will stop his delusions.

with all your strength, you shoved him. in his sober state, his grip on you loosened. making a beeline upstairs to escape him but even in his state, gojo manage to catch up to you. holding the back of your nightie which tears from the force of you running and his incredible strength, making you trip on the floor, in which latter took advantage of.

grabbing your shoulders to roll you in your back and straddles himself with your body. his shin on your thighs and holding your arms in the most bruising way.

you began thrashing around him. squirming. it proves to be useless against his strength. they're best friends and they way gojo holds you with his strength reminds you of your husband.

"me and suguru used to share a lot in things. what's the difference when i'm having a taste of what's his?" he taunts you, leaning forward to kiss you which ends up kissing your cheek when you turned your face to the side.

"i said, stop it! i'm with child!" you screamed and that stops him. his eyes widening and his grip loosens. you couldn't stop the tears falling from your eyes. your breath getting shallow in which gojo removes himself from you.

sitting down besides you, with gojo gone in top of you. you brought your hand to your mouth. muffling the sound of your cries, holding your stomach while you turn your body to the side.

gojo sat there motionless, twirling his bangs in his fingers. stares at your trembling form. hearing your sobs from what he have done. your back exposed from the teared up nightie. the strap falling into your shoulder and your thighs exposed from the nightie riding up. fuck, you're so pretty, he can't himself but to be drawn to you.

he finally understands why suguru couldn't bring himself to cheat on you. no matter how he sweet talks him in taking a break from you. indulge himself with something new and bring back the thrill they once used to but suguru only tells him no, only lighting a cigarette. a habit he only does when you're not around and the kids.

"i convince suguru to cheat on you, everytime we hang out. introduce him to women." he talks to you. telling of you one of the many attempts he made to suguru just to betray you. "and i understand where he's coming from with his reasonings. seeing you made me realize things. suguru have you. you provided him a home, you gave him children, you made him happy..." you didn't listen at him. you were so sick to your stomach that suguru's best friend would do this to you out of jealousy.

"and here you are, carrying his child once again." he finishes his sentence. the damage been done and gojo doesn't care if you're pregnant or not. he will have a taste of what's been his best friend have been indulging.

he will lost suguru after this but at least he tasted you.

you think you're done with the hell gojo places you but his cold hands grabs you. forcing you to spread your legs wide and slots himself between you. your pleas fell into deaf ears. his hands holding your arms once again.

his thick, length sliding inside of you. no mercy and for him, the wetness your fat pussy is a sign that you're ready to take him and with that he mercilessly sinks into you. groaning at the warmth of your walls enveloping him. watches as your eyes spills more tears from him. biting your lips until you can feel in your tongue the metallic taste of your blood.

you couldn't hide the shame. the moans spilling into your mouth while being impaled by your husband's best friend's cock. his fingers digging into the plushness of your waist. entertains himself from the way your stomach jiggles from the pounding.

you never hated blue more than ever. hearing him speak about how he tried suguru to betray and you were glad suguru didn't listen to him but as a wife, being defiled by gojo. you feel ashamed of how your body responds from gojo's treatment to you.

you were betraying your husband. you vowed in the day since you married suguru, that only him is deserving of you. making yourself the wife he deserves too. your lips, only he can kiss it. your body, only him for to touch, to worship. your thoughts will only be filled by him and your womb is to only carry his children.

you hate yourself when you reach the pleasure coming from him and not from your husband. who treated, made you feel so loved and cherished. not be treated some whore by his loathsome friend who speaks for his dick.

your tears blurring your vision as you look upsidedown in the stairs. hoping and wishing your children wasn't awaken from the filth your husband calls a friend. your tears got heavy when you feel him spill his cum inside you. defiling your insides with suguru's child growing inside you.

how could you face suguru with this. your husband who has done nothing but to love you wholeheartedly.

gojo pulls himself out, watching his cum escape your hole. satisfied and no guilt of what he had done to you but a gut-twisting feeling inside him eats him.

you went to sit, pressing yourself to the wall. the tears drops like rain in your floor. in your home with suguru. you watch him grabbed your nightie. fixing you up but you didn't feel anything but disgust and hatred for him.

"get out!" you shout at him in a volume only him he can hear. he went to touch you but you slap his hands away from you. in your wobbly legs, you stand with all your strength. throwing a fist at him. you don't care if you trip again. he lets you punch him but it's feels like nothing to him.

your legs gave up, making you kneel. he left you in that state. the guilt finally settling down on him. he ruined you.

closing the door behind him, he can hear the sobs, with that he left.

kneeling, your body leans forward. holding your arms. scratching and holding them in a tight grip. crying your heart out from what he had done to you. what feels like minutes, feels like an eternity.

you went to shower. let the warm water runs all over your body. wishing that it will wash away the dirt he wiped to you. watching rivulets of water drain in the sink. rub your skin until it's raw. after that, you change into your hoodie. one that you only wear when suguru's away from you.

you went to your girls room, watching them sleep. you need to be strong for them but still you can't stop the tears falling from your eyes, watching them sleep innocently. clutching your belly, you apologized to your unborn child. i'm sorry. you repeated it many times.

you don't have the strength to face your husband tonight. sleeping in your twin's bed will be much a better option. you settled beside nanako. the bed dips and that seems to awake her and she noticed you awaking mimiko in the process. her voice sleepy when she speaks to you. noticing the sniffles coming from you.

"are you crying, mama?" she whispers, her eyes heavy from sleep.

"no." you lied.

"that's okay, mama. mimiko and i are here for you." nanako comforts you and you bursted in tears. hugging them both closer to you and they settled in you. their tiny hands holding your hoodie. kissing their hair, you have them. tired and dried up from the tears. your eyelids feel heavy but it doesn't let you forget the blues in his eyes. the last tear rolls in your cheek.

with the last minutes remaining, you only wished for one thing, what gojo had done to you, your husband's best friend is only a nightmare.

｡‧˚ʚ°ɞ˚‧｡ ─── I WISH I WAS SPECIAL, YOU'RE SO FUCKING SPECIAL

yandere creeps who always feels so insecure with your presence. you alone suffocates them but they can't stop from following you around.

yandere creeps who are within the vicinity, they may be the man whose wearing the baseball cap, the hoodies or just the one who's been seating to you near like a decent human being.

yandere creeps who have a shrine made for you. multiple photos of you in different places. a whole photo album of you kept in their drawers and are regularly worshipped. they also get off to the photos of you. seeing your plush body so soft and accommodating for them and they feel irritated why you must be so perfect. they want to ruin you so bad.

yandere creeps who makes way in taking what you own. they got strands of your hair. your clothes. stolen panties when they break-in at your home but you'll never know. they sniff at it and inhales the scent stuck on your panties and jerks with it on their cocks. they always makes a mess out of it.

yandere creeps their hands itches. they want to ruin you so badly. feel the soft skin while they choke you until you can't breath. just for the pleasure of seeing you suffer because of yourself. they just simply can't get enough of you.

can you blame this yandere creeps? they're just so obsessed with you. they're awfully insecure of themselves and they only feel better when they see you suffer and writhe from their own hands.

｡‧˚ʚ°ɞ˚‧｡ ─── LOCKED OUT OF HEAVEN

"missed me, baby?"

the first thing he asked to you before capturing your lips with his. it's been long since he felt your lips against his. he couldn't himself but feel bad for the long time he got trapped and leaving you all alone for yourself and now he's here.

his insides melt as he mercilessly thrusts inside you. your velvety walls against his hard cock, scrambling your insides.

gojo changed. not only his demeanor but also his body. he's not the lanky guy you've always known. he got you pressed against the wall. your chunky legs hooked in his arms while he drills into you like there's no tomorrow for him to touch you.

his cerulean eyes holding more intensity than it ever had and you can't help but to melt. you couldn't hold eye contact with him more longer but the way he pounds into you and trapping you against the wall. it's useless.

"don't look away, pretty." he says and you obediently followed him. you could never say no to him.

you can feel the power and the strength he holds when he have you creaming around him. every part of your body jiggling, prominently on your stomach and your creamy thighs slapping against his muscular biceps.

his buff muscles contracts the more he holds you tight. the slap of his hips against yours so rough it makes you cry.

gojo grins looking at you so dumb and cock drunk from fucking you hard. he's just that good at giving you the utmost pleasure. your tears spilling at the corners of your eyes and he licks the salty tears.

"missed you so much, satoru." you managed to gasp out. wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him tightly to yours. no words are said.

biting the pulse in your neck and snaps his hips roughly. legs shaking and you can feel you were cumming too and you only cried burying your face in his neck.

he could keep this sweet torture but he won't last long too. need to fill you to the brim for all the days he's been away from you until he can see you spilling his cum. that would be great.

with a few thrusts, he groans. dumping his load inside you. spurts and spurts painting your walls inside, mixing with your juices and that will never be enough. he needs to keep filling you.

he's been long locked out of heaven and he won't waste another second from fucking you. again and again.

hi do you think you could do itoshi brothers or gojo with insecure reader? like she’s sees them talking to someone prettier and skinnier and her eyes and the insecurities eat her up to the point where they almost break up? 😓

NO EXCUSES FOR A BREAKUP

ft. itoshi sae, itoshi rin

content warnings ─── established relationship, angst, fluff, doubts in a relationship, body insecurities, rin and sae can be quite mean in this one and really bad at feelings. suggestive themes.

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ break up? nope. they won't let you.

ITOSHI SAE

even seeing things in rose-colored glasses, that gnawing feeling won't go away.

it's fine, you told yourself. sae is a superstar. a prodigy in his chosen sport. it's a natural occurrence for a man like him with a name to be flocked with his fans. his supporters who wants his autographs, his number, his body and his heart. you have him. that's something they can't have and your grateful for it but what are you when it comes to the ladies whose much better than you. one who could enticed a man with their smiles and great figures.

why was sae is with you when he can have better?

girls with bodies who looks good in your boyfriend's jersey. showing their flat stomachs in the knotted hem in their sides. they were the spectators whom photographers loved to take pictures in the matches.

they look so good with your boyfriend like a match made in heaven and you stand like you were a spectator in their worlds.

the thoughts eats you the more you waited for the crowd to disperse. everyone wants the attention of sae even it's a second. your sight following the woman who is approaching your boyfriend. she greeted him then pulling the hem of her jersey for your boyfriend to sign. you swore it was intentional, it was obvious showing a peek of her cleavage to your boyfriend then shaking his hand and it didn't escape your sight the piece of paper attached to it. the blatant flirting in front of you.

why sae? why you're with me?

staring at your boyfriend who paid no mind in her before looking at you. forcing a smile to show him you were fine. pretends that it doesn't hurt when all this girls surrounds him. you don't want to be a burden to sae and so you decided, he will be better without you.

“i'm breaking up with you, sae.”

you bravely confessed to him. the words came out like an exhale. they're the feelings you bottled up. that you were fine with his profession and the things that come with it. the long distance relationship, the lack of communication and his fans.

“and for what reason?” he asks. his eyes searching for the confirmation in your expression but only met with a hard gaze. the look of giving up with tears gathering at the corner of your eyes.

“you deserve someone better than me, sae.”

his steely gaze met yours. “that's it? no other reason?” disbelief in his face at what you're spouting at him.

you nodded and when sae went to touch you, you swat his hand away from you. sae got annoyed. not wanting to deal with your bullshit.

“bad news. i'm not breaking up with you.” he bluntly says. end of the story but you don't want it.

“you don't understand! you won't! you're the people who adored sae. i'm nothing!” you can't help but to raise your voice at him. your self worth fading into nothing while you voiced out your frustration at him. the disappointment of not being enough for your boyfriend.

his lips form into a thin line. “that's right. you are nothing without me, and i'm nothing without you but do you think i cared about the opinions regarding to our relationship? i don't and you should too.”

“it's not that easy. had you read the comments!? the whispers that i'm unworthy of being your girlfriend and those girls who flirts with you. you deserve to be seen by someone who is by your side, not me, not me...” you couldn't continue the words from how hurt you were feeling. the mean comments in your media accounts. never ever read them, that the number one rule but you can't fight the temptation when you're agreeing what they said about you and to sae.

“you're a hopeless case, aren't you?” putting your head in his chest in which he's glad you didn't fought back.

“they're nothing to me. i was just playing nice for them. that manager of mine won't stop nagging me for trying to play good with those supporters of mine. why should you care about what they say about us, to you when you're mine. my words matter than theirs.” grabbing your head to face with him. his gaze never leaving you and staring at you with those teal eyes of his.

with a cold gaze, the one you knew to never pissed him off sends shivers down to your spine.

“next time you attempt in breaking up with me. i'll fucking chain you in this bed.”

ITOSHI RIN

“rin...”

you can only mutter his name before it was replaced by a lump in your throat. your smile faltering after you've seen with him a fan, who look nothing like you. all smiles and her thin figure flattering the outfit she wore. your eyes immediately examining at your outfit. a denim skirt and your boyfriend's blue lock jersey.

you feel like a dressed potato in your outfit while rin's fangirl rocks it. instinctively wrapping your arms around it and look how happily the girl chatter to your boyfriend who seems so disinterested in the conversation. nodding his head and trying to hide his irritation at the girl in front of him but nonetheless continued until the girl left.

shaking your head, you tried to think the positive. it's big win for rin today. you won't let the mood dampen with your insecurities and yet, you can't help but to think they look so good together and you ask to yourself why rin is staying with you.

with a greeting, you masked your sadness with a joyful one while you approached him. all smiles like there is nothing wrong and it didn't escape his eyes.

“you've been awfully quiet lately.” the first thing he asked before removing his jersey and replacing it with a clean shirt.

“yeah? i'm just thinking.” you replied. fiddling with your fingers with your head hung low.

“thinking about what?”

“how the two of you look together...” your eyes widens at sudden blurting of the words before shying away from him.

rin stops his movements. raising his brow at what you had said to him. understanding where the conversation is heading towards. making him raise a brow at his girlfriend who keeps fidgeting at her seat.

“if you're implying that you're going to break up with me for that matter. it won't be happening.” he answers, like he knows how your mind works.

“but—” you tried to reason with him.

“it's final. if that bothers you so much. may i remind you where you truly belongs?”

your breath hitched. swallowing the nervousness creeping up on you. his hands grasping your jaw to look at him with those steely gaze of his.

“after this, i expect no more whining will come out from your mouth. understand?”