arreuyas

[arreuyas]

"you have two daughters not my son too suguru"

"i said i just want to talk to him"

[arreuyas]

TANTALIZING — ༉‧₊˚.

ft. bully!reader x virgin!choso !

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : tantalizing : tormenting or teasing with the sight or promise of something unobtainable. aka playing with choso has always been your forte, but what happens when you discover he has a few tricks up his sleeve?

꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : MDNI. f!reader. degradation, edging, use of sex toys, begging, choso is a perv & a lil scummy (ooc?), use of the term “slut”, slight praise (use of good boy), cum eating, minimal prep, unprotected sex, borderline hate sex, creampie — WC : 2.4k

“you’re such a disgusting little perv. you knew i was coming over and you just couldn’t resist, could you?” you ask, your hand wrapping around the base of his cock. choso almost whimpers at the touch and you couldn’t help but smirk. “you want me to help you out or something? is that what this is?”

the two of you had agreed to meet up today to work on the group project for your class. you figured it would be best to join up with the quiet nerd in your class, but you weren’t expecting to walk in on him with his back flush against his headboard, head tossed back as he was using a fleshlight against his surprisingly pretty cock.

“n-no! i thought i would have more time — aah!” he chokes out, jerking into your hand as you run a finger along his oozing tip, slowly smearing his pre-cum around it. “i just — mmf — lost track of time.”

“you’re lucky you’re so cute.” you start to move your hand more, palms pressed against his hot skin. it was just enough for it to feel good, but not enough to send him over the edge. “aw, you’re blushing. don’t tell me…”

“what?” he gasps, trying to gain more friction.

“are you a virgin, choso?” you stop moving your hand, eyes trailing over to where his discarded fleshlight was laying on the bed.

the room was silent for a moment, choso’s heavy breathing filling the space. he felt the weight of your hand disappear, replaced by a sickeningly sweet release crackling under the surface, trapped under your mercy. he knew you wouldn’t continue unless he spoke up.

“yes.” he says hesitantly, watching your eyes light up in delight.

“i knew it.” you smiled, smugness taking over your features. your lips meet, a breathy moan escaping him as your tongue slips into his mouth.

it quickly turns into a messy kiss, saliva pooling in his mouth as his tongue swirls with yours. but he couldn’t help but feel so needy for you, your eager hands roaming all over his body as he claims your mouth. you pull apart all too soon, disappointment invading his senses as your warm touch leaves him. but it quickly melts away, watching you in wonder as you start to undress before his very eyes.

you start with your shirt, pulling it over your head and tossing it to the side. he reached out to help but you swat his hand away. instead, you give him a show as you shimmy out of your pants, leaving your bottom bare. with quick, practiced fingers, you take off your lacy bra, the cold air brushing against your nipples.

“no touching.” you purr, crawling on the bed towards choso. his mouth goes dry, words escaping him as he takes in how beautiful you are. he wants to disobey, to reach out and touch you but he doesn’t want to break this illusion. the last thing he wants you to do is leave him in this state, a fire burning so vigorously in his gut that only you can douse.

you sit in his lap, his body jolting as your exposed cunt kisses his cock. he can feel your essence start to coat him as you start to move your hips, not yet giving into what he truly desires.

“you’re so mean to me.” he whines out, writhing below you. all you do in response is glide your cunt against his twitching cock. at this point, it was absolutely drenched in your slick, making it easy to rock against him — but never letting him in. “please baby.”

“not yet.” you smile not so sweetly. honestly, what else could he really expect from you? the one that’s been torturing him for as long as he can remember. catching him off guard while you walk down the hallways, showing off your short, cute little skirts. close enough to see but never close enough to touch. “good boys know how to wait.”

“but-” he whines, pleading with you. you almost want to give in, but another idea slips into your mind and takes hold.

“tell me, when you were using your fleshlight, were you thinking of me?” you ask, your voice lacing with an innocence he should know better than to trust.

“y-yes! always you-”he ruts up into you, trying to gain some friction. you let him get away with it for now.

“let me see.” the sweetness in your voice evaporated, leaving a simple command in its place.

“what?” he looked at you, confusion swimming in his eyes. the look on your face told him that you weren’t joking. he watches in inquisitive horror as your other hand picks up his toy.

“i said,” you ease off his lap a little bit, ignoring the way he reaches for you. “let. me. see.”

“alright,” he swallows thickly, nodding along as he takes the toy from your hand and lines it up to his cock. he’s about to start using it before your hand meets his. he looks up at you, watching your eyes darken with twisted hunger. it makes his cock twitch, something that doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

“so needy, aren’t you?” you slide the fleshlight agonizing slowly over his angry, inflamed cock. he hisses as you take your time, holding his gaze to see if he’ll challenge you. and of course he won’t. “such a cute little virgin.”

feeling you so close to him, your breath fanning across his face has his hips rutting up into the toy. you tsk softly, displeased that he went at his own pace. but you showed him mercy anyway, starting to pump the fleshlight over him.

“shit-“ he moaned, tossing his head back against the headboard. his chest heaved, warmth swirling in his gut. he needed more but instead he just dug his fingers into the sheets and let you take the reins.

“feel good?” you ask sweetly and all he can do is nod enthusiastically as you pick up the pace. “use your words.”

“feels so good,” he gasps, finally looking back at you through half lidded eyes. “please, please, please fuck me.”

“not yet.” you move faster, getting closer to him so you can kiss his neck. the feeling of your soft lips trailing over his skin sends his mind reeling, a dusty haze settling over everything as he loses himself to pleasure. “need you to come for me first, you know you want to. you’ve been doing so well, holding back for me. just a little more and i’ll give you what you need.”

the room is filled with the squelch of his cock driving in and out of the toy. its filthy, the way he pants, sweat gathering under his fringe. he should be embarrassed but instead his hips stutter as he lets out a choked whine.

“gonna cum-“ he can’t help as he thrusts into the toy, yearning hungrily for his high. and luckily, you let him. there was a moment you thought about pulling the toy off of him, leaving him to come untouched, but maybe that was best saved for another time.

his features just looked so pretty, face scrunching up in otherworldly pleasure, his neck and chest flushed with the prettiest shade of pink.

with a strangled moan of your name, he cums in the fleshlight, holding your hand down further onto it so he shove himself as deep as possible.

“good boy,” you praise, taking the toy off of him. you study it for a second, swiping your fingers to collect some of the milky substance before holding it up to his face expectantly. he raises an eyebrow at you. “what? you can’t expect someone else to ever swallow your shit if you don’t try it yourself. go on now.”

his eyes narrow at you as he leans forward, taking your fingers in his mouth as he swallows his own cum. it earns him a hum of approval from you. after all of the humiliation he’s suffered so far under your touch, it makes it almost worth it.

tossing the fleshlight to the side, you straddle his lap again, rubbing your soaked folds over his semi hard cock. it didn’t take long for him to harden again. he grips your hips with an iron hold, desperately trying to rut up against you.

“you ready, choso?” you purr in his ear, lining up his cock to your entrance, wiggling your hips a little so he can feel how wet you are for him.

“please.” he breathes. choso’s head spun as you swallowed up his cock, watching it slowly disappear.

he whimpers as he slowly sinks into you, toes already curling from the way your tight cunt envelops his cock. all he could see was your smug smile before his pretty eyes rolled to the back of his head.

“so tight, fuck, so soft-“ he all but whines into your shoulder as he bottoms out.

“better than your little fleshlight?” you smirk, teasingly rocking your hips back and forth.

choso didn’t know what happened, but something in him finally snapped when you mocked him this time. he moves around, pushing you onto your back before plunging back into you. he lets out a hiss, hips stuttering as he takes in your shock expression.

“you know, you talk a lot of shit for someone in your position.” he doesn’t move, trying to keep himself together. the last thing he needed to do was blow his load already.

“in my position?” you breathe out, trying to keep the edge to your voice. but it’s melting away, he can feel the way your cunt clenches around him, pulsing with interest as he starts to take control.

he’s had enough of your constant little quips at him, always making comments under your breath whenever he walked into the classroom, sitting in his seat that was directly in front of yours. he put up with so much from you, and it was time for a little payback.

“yeah, sprawled out under me like the slut you are.” he starts to move his hips. “it was almost too easy. all i had to do was act a little pathetic around you and you fell right into my hands.”

“you-“ you gasp as the head of his cock kissed your cervix. it was almost amusing seeing you struggle to find the words to bite back at him. “you are pathetic though.”

“and what does that say about you then, huh?” he lets out a harsh scoff, thrusting quicker and chasing his high. “makes you seem more pathetic in my eyes.”

“‘m not!” you whine, gripping onto the sheets as he drives you into the mattress.

“compelling argument.” he pulls out, savoring the sweet whimper you let out at the loss. he quickly flips you over, sliding back into you as he pulls you up so you’re on all fours.

“y-you-” you start, words escaping you as you try to hold onto the headboard for balance. everything you wanted to say vanished on the tip of your tongue, the way he was fucking you was too good, taking all of your thoughts with you. it all happened so fast you didn’t have time to think about how precise his moves were, how he knew exactly where to thrust to hit that gooey spot deep within you.

“what was that?” he lets out a breathless laugh at how well you squeeze his cock. he pushes your head down onto the mattress, your cheek pressing against the dark sheets. the power you were giving him was addictive, something he never knew he wanted. “cant hear you.”

“since when the hell do you talk so much.” you bark at him. he had always been quiet in class, reserved. the perfect target for you to pick on. never in a million years did you imagine this.

“i guess you just bring it out of me.” his fingers tighten against your hips, using it as leverage to fuck you harder into the bed. his hair curls around his neck, fallen out from the buns he previously had it in.

“lucky me.” you spit out, eyes rolling to the back of your head with every thrust he delivers. watching you turn into a bumbling mess pushed choso closer to the edge, but he needed you to finish first.

he almost doesn’t bother helping you reach yours, but with the way your sweet cries of his name filled his ears, it had him second guessing himself. he wanted to feel your cunt flutter around his cock like the good little slut you are.

“yeah lucky you.” he pulls you up so your back is flush against his chest as he continues to fuck you. “wanna know what the best part is about all of this?”

“what?” you practically whine out at the new position, trying your best to match his pace.

“i lied.” he taunts in your ear, nipping at it. he feels your pace stutter at his confession before picking back up. “i wasn’t a virgin.”

almost to prove his point, he reaches around and effortlessly finds your clit, his fingers deftly playing with the nub. you cry out, cunt squeezing against his cock as you finish around him, calling out his name.

he’s not far behind you, pushing you back down onto the bed and grabbing a hold of your hips, plowing into you for his release. with the way you were still milking him, he gives into the feeling, moaning out as he pushes himself all the way in you and fucking his cum deeper into you with shallow thrusts.

he topples over you, trying to catch his breath as he can hear you doing the same. everything in his mind is a haze right now until he feels you shift.

you squirm out from under him and immediately start picking up your clothes, accidentally knocking the used fleshlight onto the ground. in a haste, you start dressing as choso watches.

“what? don’t wanna stay and cuddle?” he gives you a pleased little smirk, watching as your thighs still shake.

“this isn’t over.” you snap at him. he almost admires how stubborn you are, how competitive you can be. your little game of cat and mouse had officially started, and he was excited to see what was next.

“that a promise?” he tilts his head a little, bangs falling in his face, sticking to his forehead.

“it’s a threat.” you finish dressing, crossing your arms with a slight pout. but he knew you’d be back.

“sure it is. we still have to finish our project so,” he pauses, getting up and walking in front of you, wiping away a bead of sweat that trickled down your face. “same time tomorrow?”

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[arreuyas]

thinking about 'hate' sex with geto suguru after he defects as his past lover before everything happened except it doesn't go the way you think it would.

the way you fuck him is practically the same as how you would take him before. he still takes your cock so well, and you always fuck him slow and hard instead of fast and sloppy just as he likes it. you still check in after entering him and you always give him time to readjust before you start fucking into him with intent. you still make sure that he comes before he does, that he's satisfied by the end of each session.

except, it's now missing the familiarity it once held. you don't hold his hands anymore, fingers interlacing and pressed against the mattress as he takes you so well, choosing instead to press your palm over the expanse of his hips instead. you never fuck him on his back anymore, keeping his face pressed against the pillows so that you don't look at his face. you always wear a condom so that he can't feel you — or, on the days when he can convince you to bypass that (because he's not a whore. he's only yours, always has been. he's clean for you, okay?), you always pull out before you can fill him up to the brim.

and, look, he can cope with that, okay? he knows he messed up. it's good enough that you even want to see him at all.

but he's also so terribly selfish. and if there's anything he can't live with in this current arrangement, it's two things: one, the fact that you never kiss him anymore when you used to pepper so much of that all over his skin, his face, his lips until he suffocated on your taste, and; two, the fact that you never call him suguru anymore.

"shit." your voice is a low grunt, hovering over the shell of his ear. your breath is ragged, and he can tell that you're already getting close. he's already come earlier and now, he's just lying on his front, taking your attempts to chase after your own high like the good boy that he is.

he whines past the overstimulation, clawing at the sheets. he's glad that you made him fold his knees underneath his chest so now, he doesn't have to hold himself upright. he just has to let himself be pulled in by you, used by you, held up and fucked thoroughly by you. his entire world comes down to just you; the feeling of you inside him, around him, suffocating him.

(but never with him.)

"i'm close," you warn him. as if it matters. as if you'll let him take it the way he used to. you're not wearing a condom, which means that he can feel your pre-cum dripping inside him. he whines once again at the feeling, his hips moving to meet your every thrust.

he takes it as an opportunity to beg anyway. "inside," he gasps out. "i want you inside, please."

you don't listen to him. "fuck, geto." and there it is again, his name but not his given name. never his given anymore. he has given you everything—his heart, his future, his name—but you never want it. no, you don't want it anymore.

you don't want him anymore.

as if you want to rub more salt into the wound, you pull out right as he finishes that line of thought. his hole gapes at the sudden emptiness, twitching as it begs to be filled once again — to be filled by you.

however, you ignore his wants. he hears you wrap your hand around your cock, tugging once, twice, before you're spilling all over his hole, dripping into it, but never inside him.

a choked sound escapes his throat, a sob and a moan all at once. he claws at the sheets one more time, his face burying in the pillow to hide the ugly want and hurt painted all over his face. it shouldn't hurt anymore. this is something that's already been established. you don't want him, you won't even use him to find your own pleasure, won't even stain him and fill him up with your cum despite how often you used to tell him that you loved coming inside of him.

his body shakes and he feels your hand coming to rest on his shoulders, running a smooth line down the length of his spine. you're talking, but he can't hear you with the way that the entire world feels as if it's underwater. he understands what you're telling him all the same. stay here. i'll be back. he's still shaking when you leave, the hotel room he's rented for this very purpose tonight feeling emptier than ever.

he still doesn't move.

stay here.

you didn't kiss him before you went.

but he's not your suguru anymore, and he has long lost the right to being yours.

i'll be back.

[arreuyas]

Sukuna Ryomen

Warnings:Sexual Content,Cock Warming,Belly bulge,Creampie,Breeding Kink,Size Kink,Jealousy,Possessiveness,Obsessive Love

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You weren’t no one

You weren’t anything big of a threat to scare The King of Curses.You were just some Tiny(Huge) annoying Human he had to deal with.It’s not like he could just get rid of you for constantly picking on him.That Damm Sorcerer he didn’t know who always seemed to have your back whenever he even tried to touch a hair on your skull.All he needed to do was ignore you…just like he ignored those annoying friends of yours.

All he had to do was ignore you and eventually you’d leave him alone.You were so fucken confident in everything so what could he do.What could he do expect grit his teeth in anger and glare ahead of him to avoid looking at what you are doing to him.Angry lips quivering from how your hands cupped at his stomach.The bulge that was poking out of him from there appearing and reappearing whenever you pulled out to go in again.

You were so annoying

Stupid human.

Why’d you have to be so fucken huge.

You were practically stretching him apart to rip him open.And he couldn’t do anything about it but to only lay there and happily angrily take it.Those tiny fangs of his poking at his lower lip to try and keep his pathetic whimpers to himself.A Breathy gasped dared to escape when he felt how you throbbed inside him.His gooey clenching walls wrapped around you so nicely and squeezing you repeatedly.Pussy stupidly wetting itself even more when it felt another load start to pour in him.

How many times did it make now?….Four?….Five?? He didn’t know,feeling how heavy his eyes were starting to get.They flickered slowly and he felt how roughly his thighs started to shake.But talking to you now or even suggesting you to stop would have you making fun of him for not being able to take it.For not being able to take what a human gives him.The kimono he was wearing now scattered messily around his body.Falling from his shoulders and opened up enough to show his puffy cunt.

“Look how much this pussy just loves having me inside…Cmon take a look.”Sukuna didnt know why but he found himself dropping his gaze down where both of you were connected.Almost wanted to whine loudly from how you were right.Seeing how it squeezed you so lovingly.It loved your cock so much and the only one who seemed to be In denial about it was him.As embarrassing as it was,tears started to form in his eyes.

Why’d you have to be right.He shouldn’t be like he was now.If anything he was supposed to be the only in charge.He’s stronger than you god dammit ,had he really let himself be dropped so low.To tease him you pull out of him quickly.Almost immediately he’s gasping and crying for you.Panicked as to why you would leaving him with his pussy grasping onto nothing.Weren’t you gonna finish? He knew you…Five rounds wouldn’t even come close to pleasing you.

Or did you just get bored of him already?!?Was it because he was never vocal? No you never even cared about that because by the sixth round he’d be creaming and crying on your cock.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Sukuna’s voice dripped with venom,looking back at you with bared fangs and mouth practically seething with anger.Maybe if he didn’t have your cum spilling out of his Pussy he would’ve intimidated you into going back inside of him.As you pressed your thick fingers against his cunt Sukuna cant help it when he twitched and jerked with a sharp breath.

You know it wasn’t true what you were about to say.But your friend had mentioned something to you the other day.You had just had to see if it was true.

“Trust me that stupid curse is in love with you…how good did you fuck it?!”He laughs in your ear.You don’t believe it but just go along with the laugh for now.“Cmon don’t say things like that,you’ll just get me excited.”Maybe for him it wasn’t as funny anymore once he hears you say that.“Don’t tell me you actually like it?!!”He’s worried now,eyes widen and the candy he had in his mouth now dropped onto the floor.

Shrugging your shoulders all you could do was nod.“He’s got a pretty cute side…I won’t go as far as to call it love but…I mean while he’s here might as well right?” He can’t believe his ears…eyes blinking rapidly and a disappointment shake of his head.“Well I’d be a shame if you fell in love with it…You know humans and curses can’t be together.”

“I know…..But anyway tell me why’re you saying he’s in love with me??”Raising a brow in confusion your friend points a finger up.“He almost tried to kill that girl you were with last time…you know the blonde one?!? Tall?!?”You tried your best to remember her but to no recall,which leaves your friend groaning and rolling his eyes.

“Well I saw it with my own two eyes!! I guess since she was a woman he left her off the hook..but he warned her not to go near you.”

“I’m to be Married soon.”Just saying those words you felt the atmosphere in the room thicken.Those lovingly claws of his coming out more sharper than ever.A low growl escaping from his throat and those once watery eyes now bright blood red.“With who’s permission?”Oh the deepness of his voice had you shivering from the excitement.“You’re just gonna fuck me and leave when you’ve got yourself a pretty wife?…..you really think I’m gonna let you leave me?”

“You’re my fucken Human…I won’t share you with anyone else.”Swallowing down the lump in your throat you couldn’t help it but nervously laugh and smile down at him.“I’ll kill your wife…your children if you have any…any family you have with her I’ll kill them!”This woman didn’t even exist but seeing him being so possessive of you.Your friend was absolutely right.Spreading apart his wet thighs you start to position yourself.

“Then I guess you’ll have to be my wife and bare my children.”That got to him.The strongest curse to have ever lived had its heart throbbing over bearing your children and being your wife? What a joke.Wrapping his arms around your shoulders he happily accepted your offer with muffled moans and pussy swallowing you whole.With how much you come inside of him it wouldn’t be long before he’d have you kids.

His eyes rolled back at the thought of you stuffing him full.Legs shivering and jerking outwards,his feet curling from the pleasure and back arching out.Tongue spilling out like a dumb whore and just now happily taking what you give him.Currently he seemed to be calmer….happily mewling into your kisses,closing his eyes and not trying to bite your lips for kissing him.

Fingers running through your hair as the loud smacks of lips pressing against each only seems to edge him on even more.Both the tips of your tongues roughly pushing against each other while letting out heated breaths.Sukuna can’t think anymore,he’s never kissed you….all both of you ever did was fuck.But now he’d be the one to carry your children.He’d be the one you’d marry and stay with forever.

It was definitely all a big joke.

The King Of Curses Mewling And Whimpering Over The Thought Of Settling Down.

[arreuyas]

𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐔𝐬

𝐺𝑜𝑗𝑜 𝑆𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢 𝑥 𝐹𝑒𝑚𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑥 𝐺𝑒𝑡𝑜 𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑢

Description: Suguru was the calm and Satoru was the storm, you either had to learn to sail the sea or abandon ship. Either way it wasn’t going to be easy.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI • smut • hurt/comfort • poly relationship • Angst • potential part two if this gets enough attention • cum play • semi public exposure •

In all honesty you weren’t entirely sure how you ended up in this situation, it was all a blur and it all happened so fast that it was difficult to think about specific moments on how you’d gotten involved with Gojo and Geto like this.

The only stages you remembered was returning back to Japan, back to Jujustu Tech and Suguru becoming part of your life again.

Knowing him since you were both young, separating to grow up on difference sides of the planet and him taking you under his wing when you came back.

Everything always felt so calm, so natural with him and he’d grown up too well, dark locks tied into bun with that stray lock you just wanted to twirl around your finger. He was beautiful.

The chaos soon arrived in the form of Satoru Gojo, who seemed to hate you at first —at least it felt like that, always rolling his eyes, flippant towards you in ways that made you feel he hated you. Trying to avoid having you around Geto, acting like you weren’t really needed when he was there. It wasn’t until he started whining about you taking up too much of Suguru’s time did you realise that it wasn’t hate.

It was jealousy.

Blue eyes would watch with an expression you couldn’t quite pick apart, but the conflict in them were obvious.

So to get back at him with his shitty, annoyingly childishly behaviour you’d flirt harder with Suguru, physically be with him in ways that made Gojo shut the fuck up and sulk.

However, Satoru wasn’t easily defeated, Suguru wasn’t giving up on you either and it didn’t take him long to come to a resolve that he should be allowed into the scenario.

He should be allowed to share.

He’d push his dessert towards Suguru and you, suggesting that you shared it with him because he was selfless and willing to split something in enjoyed between you all.

Then asking if you both wanted to try his lollypop he’d been sucking on.

Apparently you were both supposed to understand his underlining messages in his weird attempt to suggesting that you should be shared.

It was how you became an object for them, they didn’t word it like that but it was how you were starting to feel lately.

Just something in the middle of them to hold the balance because the bridge between them was rocky at times. You brought together what they couldn’t, Satoru’s conflicting closeness for Suguru disappeared with you.

Truthfully it started fine, but the distance started to form when you’d catch Satoru with other girls flirting and numbers stuffed into his pockets.

It didn’t make sense, why ask to be part of something then continue to seemingly keep his options open?

It stirred something heavy, yet hollow in your chest that surged through your veins until a voice was screaming at you to distance yourself from them. It made you question the entire situation and perhaps it wasn’t as serious to them as you thought.

You weren’t officially theirs and clearly they weren’t yours, at least nothing ever official was spoken about, Satoru still flaunting himself eagerly was proof of that and it only solidified your assumptions as of late.

You didn’t feel like theirs, no matter how many times they chanted ownership over you before post nut clarity hit painfully.

There’s only so many times that delusion can work her magic and it was starting to fade into the harsh reality that this wasn’t healthy —it wasn’t going to end well and your natural defence was to try create some distance. Hoping they’d find something else to keep them entertained and just let you fizzle out, it avoided communication sure, but it meant you didn’t have to hear that this was nothing but sex.

But distance was near impossible to achieve with Gojo Satoru involved, he was needy and his tongue circled your clit in a way that made your mind blank, knocking the heavy doubt from your chest. Your heart pounding in your ribs as he gripped your hips so tightly you knew they’d bruise.

He was eating you out with such desperation you’d think his life was dependant on it, you could hear him damn well slurping, sucking and it was lewd. Usually he teased, taunted or took his time but he was borderline feral as he messily ate you out today, it was uncoordinated with no pattern.

The only thing silencing you was Suguru’s cock pushing further down your throat until he felt that restraint of muscle pop to let his dick through. He balanced himself by pressing his hands to the desk under you on either side of your ribs, no longer needing them to guide his dick.

A long airy moan of relief leaving him feeling your throat around him, precum smeared across your lips and chin because he’d been lightly tapping his cock there to ask for access.

This was supposed to be a simple mission split between you all, it was easier to divide and take down the three curses residing here.

You were supposed to go report to the Yaga after this, not taking any longer than needed but the curtain was still up. Gojo and you dealing with your targets first, him pushing you towards a desk in the abandoned classroom until Geto appeared. Sliding the door open to watch as his fellow strongest buried his face between your legs.

“You’re too greedy, Satoru.” Suguru breathed a moan as he half leaned over your body on the desk, pushing his cock to the hilt and you gagged a bit. He was watching as Satoru’s openly tongued your clit and swirled it, spit and slick mixing into a glisten covering his mouth. Your hips trying to roll but larger hands held you down, firmly, thumbs rubbing soothing circles.

Satoru had turned the chair in front to face the desk you were on, literally taking a seat to eat. His thumbs rubbing in circles over your thighs as they twitched and tried to tighten.

“She tastes s’good though,” he slurred against you giving a particularly rough swirl with his tongue, “-she’s cum s’much as well.”

Blue eyes finally looked up only to see your head tilted back on the desk, Suguru’s hands planted either side of your ribs as he leaned over you and his cock bulging down your throat. Gojo moaned into you as he watched it flex in you.

“Shit, Suguru I can see your dick in her throat, she’s takin’ it so well.” Gojo moaned against you, lips moving against your pussy with each letter, pushing his fingers into the hilt and spreading them inside you. Pressing his tongue flat against you as he spread you open, licking a thick strip up past your clit until he was making his way up your body.

He stopped when he reach your throat that bulged with Suguru’s cock. Pressing his lips to it for a kiss, before pressing his tongue against it, Suguru’s hand moved up to grip his white hair encouraging him to press his tongue harder against it.

“Yeah? Feel it Satoru?”

He flexed his cock down your throat again, purposely this time as if to physically aid his question, the movement felt against Gojo’s tongue causing him to moan and nod his head. Fingers leaving you he fisted his own dick for a few pumps before he pressed the thick tip to your entrance.

“Hey, you good?” Suguru’s soothing voice filtered through the arousal, bringing some clarity before Gojo made his move.

Geto pulled his hips back, giving you the opportunity to inhale as he watched your chest heave, the spit linking from his cock to your tongue until it broke. Gojo’s hands placed either side of your hips as he angled his hips, pressing his thick head to spread your entrance.

Geto always being the more observant one, took in your condition, ribs heaving to bring in more air to your lungs, eyes dazed and glazed over, your body twitching as Satoru inched his way past your tight hole.

“Hold it Satoru-“ Suguru’s hands cupped the back of your head gently making you lean up to meet his eyes. Your name leaving his lips so smoothly it almost made you groan, it was enough to focus your eyes back on his and a small smile twitched at his mouth looking down at you past his cock.

“Welcome back,” humming in response to Suguru you shifted, rolling your hips so Satoru inched himself in further, his fingers curling into a fist either side of your hips against the desk beneath you as he exhaled pushing himself forward. His mouth hung ajar as he fixed his eyes on the side of his dick disappearing into your cunt with a wet sound, seeing you spread to accommodate him.

“S-shit, pretty you’re so tight. It hurting to take this big cock? Feels like it,” Satoru’s charming taunt with a groan only made you tighten around him and his hips stuttered, airy moan leaving him mixed with a chuckle.

You shifted uncomfortably as you stood in front of Yaga at Jujustu Tech to report back on the mission.

The discomfort was due to Satoru having stolen your panties claiming he’d lost them and you feeling the warmth leaking down your legs as your body hummed in a pleasant ache.

It didn’t match the hollow feeling in your chest now the high from sex had left.

Satoru found it hilarious as mixed cum had started to dribble down your legs and you tried to squeeze your thighs together to stop it, worried someone would see. He casually leaned down, those gangly ass arms of his easily reaching the back of your thigh, only to push it back up your legs, past your skirt to your pussy and back in your swollen hole from behind.

Your hips lurched forward and a strangled noise left you. Suguru stood slightly in front of you and held his hand out behind him to support you.

“What is wrong with her?” Yaga questioned, attention drifting to see you with your head down hidden behind Suguru.

“Nothing, she got injured but she’s fine.” Suguru covered for you both, keeping his calm facade up as he stared forward to answer the questions.

Satoru leaned forward, his lips grazed your ear as he whispered.

“Eh? Don’t waste it, told you to keep it all in didn’t I? C’mon you were so good for us earlier.”

“What was that, Gojo?”

“Nothin’ I’m just makin’ sure she’s okay!”

“Can uh-“ you cleared your throat as the words came out choked, Satoru’s finger leaving you to place his hand on the small of your back, “-can I go home now if we’re done?”

“Nah, gotta go see Shoko before I can take you back.”

“Gojo I wanna go home, I’m fine. Just need to rest.”

The six eyes pouted at your use of his last name, taking a more formal approach with him compared to earlier, quickly masking it by swinging an arm over your shoulders unable to read the actual mood, Suguru however had noticed.

He seen you tense when the six eyes arm embraced you, pulling you into his side playfully and grinning like nothing was wrong.

It didn’t make sense, how could you flinch like it made you uncomfortable? It’s a stark difference considering they were just the two guys that had fucked you in an abandoned school.

“Oh yeah? Fine, I’ll drop ya back then!”

Your eyes widened realising what he was about to do and Suguru only heard half your sentence before you were cut off, disappearing as Satoru teleported you back to your home.

Left to stare at the spot you both were, with a small frown on his face.

Since when did you start looking uncomfortable around them?

“You boys are around her a lot. Is there something you need to tell me, Suguru?”

Satoru didn’t just drop you back and leave —of course he didn’t.

He’d teleported right into your dorm room, hands grabbing the back of your thighs and lifting you up to his waist.

Lips pressing wetly against your neck as he left sloppy kisses in his path, walking towards your bed before dumping you on it with a bounce.

“Gojo-“

His knee separated yours, knocking them apart and he groaned as his eyes peered over the rims of his glasses to look at your poor swollen pussy, cum leaking from it.

“Damn, that’s- shit that’s so hot.” Blue eyes fixated on you leaving you to feel a little self conscious and you tried to close your legs, repeating his name.

Satoru clicked his tongue, eyes leaving to meet up with yours.

“Gojo?” He repeated, some cocky smirk twitching at his lips “-c’mon it’s Toru to you, you forgot already huh? Well, I guess I have time to remind you.”

It was hard to ignore the pulses to your clit, throbbing to be touched again when he pulled open his uniform, seeing your nail marks still down his sides from earlier, the outline of his cock hard under his trousers that slapped up against his six pack when he released it.

Wrapping a hand around himself he fucked his fist for you, his mouth falling agape slightly his hips twitching from still being sensitive.

He never done anything alone with you, in fact Suguru never had either it was always both of them, never one alone and it made your heart kick against your ribs.

His patience ran its course and he leaned forward to rip your shirt off in one clean motion, buttons flying across the room. Hand pressing to your shoulder he pushed you back to lean onto your elbows as he crawled onto the bed, your knees automatically rising to his sides tucking under his armpits.

Gojo rubbed his cock against your clit, your hands reaching up to remove his glasses from his face and discard them to the side.

The stretch hurt, pussy still sore from taking them both earlier but it was almost forgotten with how deeply Satoru looked into your eyes as he filled you again.

“S’it, you’re taking it so well pretty girl-“ his praise was unusual, it wasn’t so direct like this and you hated how it made you clench around him, how he made your heart flutter in your chest, “-oh? You like the praise huh? A praise and degradation kink? Think we hit the jackpot with you hmm?”

He laughed when you clenched around him again, burying himself to the hilt he snuggled in his face into your neck, panting against your skin his voice moany as he spoke.

“Our girl,” he mumbled, rotating his hips in a swirl that had you crying out, “-ours.”

He stayed so close to you, it was almost loving, but you couldn’t be sure because Satoru had never slept with you without Suguru. But it felt loving, every thrust was slow but hard, your body jolting with each thrust as his sticky balls slapped against your ass. His kisses so wet and sloppy between moaning against your skin.

“You -hah- you have any fucking idea how good you feel? Still full of our cum? Oh damn, it’s so hot knowing I’m using it to fuck ya -you’re filth.“

You cried out to him as you came, babbling into his shoulder pathetically because it was all too much, tears spilled from your eyes as you hung onto him for dear life.

Scared of falling into the overwhelming emotion that started to course through you, that doubt in him starting to wash away with each loving thrust, each word of praise against your skin.

Those feelings you tried to bury for him, tried to avoid surfaced as he kissed your tears away praising you further over the wet squelching of his cock fucking into you.

“It’s so damn sloppy,” He whined into your neck as his thrusts started turning sloppy and desperate, a delay between each hard slap.

When he came again it was hard, he whined in a way you’d never heard and his body stuttered above you, losing his strength to hold himself up as he let himself almost flop onto you. Panting into your ear as his hips jolted, pressed up to your hips as his cock flexed inside you, cum somehow still spitting out his dick into your cunt filling you again.

“I’m still damn cumin’ -fuck.”

Lifting your hips your rotated them and clenched around him, only making his body stutter —struggling to fight the overstimulation and he bit down onto your neck to the point of breaking the skin and leaving a bloody mark.

When the dust settled you didn’t find yourself crashing as usual, the usual high of being with them both remained as his loving behaviour suddenly gave you a hint of faith —maybe this could work. Maybe you needed to spend time with them alone to build something more meaningful because this felt different.

Gojo rolled over onto his back uncaring about the mess on him, you or what was now staining your sheets, a heavy sigh leaving him.

“Heyyy, you’re too far away,” he whined a little at the end, patting the space next to him and you ignored that feeling of flight trying to surface, you went to him and pressed against his side.

Everything started to feel right, to feel calm until that vibrate of a phone buzzed into the floor where Gojo had left his pants.

“Baaaaabe, make it stop.”

“It’s probably important Gojo, you should answer it.”

“Gojo again? You really like winding me up huh?” He playfully pinched at your nipple which made you laugh, beaming a goofy grin at you, blue eyes glistening watching your reaction before rolling them as the phone started to ring yet again.

“If you get it, I’ll answer it deal?”

“You too weak to get up? Thought you were the strongest,”

“Mmm, it appears I have been defeated by vagina, worth it though, she takes me like a champ.”

You cringed at him which earned you a cackle, shifting off the bed you hooked your foot under his trousers to pull it to you and grab it, shuffling the material until you found his phone that vibrated as a new text bar came through.

Your heart falling to the floor just like the bit of crumpled paper with a number also from is pocket that pulled out with the phone. A little love heart drawn next to the name and the same girls name lighting up the screen of his phone in texts next to notifications of Suguru’s missed calls.

All that hope, the comfort of finally starting to feel positive about this again, all crushed within the space of ten minutes. A short high lived only to plummet to the floor like a star dying out from the sky.

Between them, it wasn’t healthy, it wasn’t somewhere you could stay.

And you knew what you had to do.

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𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐔𝐬

𝐺𝑜𝑗𝑜 𝑆𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢 𝑥 𝐹𝑒𝑚𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑥 𝐺𝑒𝑡𝑜 𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑢

Description: Suguru was the calm and Satoru was the storm, you either had to learn to sail the sea or abandon ship. Either way it wasn’t going to be easy.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI • smut • hurt/comfort • poly relationship • Angst • potential part two if this gets enough attention • cum play • semi public exposure •

In all honesty you weren’t entirely sure how you ended up in this situation, it was all a blur and it all happened so fast that it was difficult to think about specific moments on how you’d gotten involved with Gojo and Geto like this.

The only stages you remembered was returning back to Japan, back to Jujustu Tech and Suguru becoming part of your life again.

Knowing him since you were both young, separating to grow up on difference sides of the planet and him taking you under his wing when you came back.

Everything always felt so calm, so natural with him and he’d grown up too well, dark locks tied into bun with that stray lock you just wanted to twirl around your finger. He was beautiful.

The chaos soon arrived in the form of Satoru Gojo, who seemed to hate you at first —at least it felt like that, always rolling his eyes, flippant towards you in ways that made you feel he hated you. Trying to avoid having you around Geto, acting like you weren’t really needed when he was there. It wasn’t until he started whining about you taking up too much of Suguru’s time did you realise that it wasn’t hate.

It was jealousy.

Blue eyes would watch with an expression you couldn’t quite pick apart, but the conflict in them were obvious.

So to get back at him with his shitty, annoyingly childishly behaviour you’d flirt harder with Suguru, physically be with him in ways that made Gojo shut the fuck up and sulk.

However, Satoru wasn’t easily defeated, Suguru wasn’t giving up on you either and it didn’t take him long to come to a resolve that he should be allowed into the scenario.

He should be allowed to share.

He’d push his dessert towards Suguru and you, suggesting that you shared it with him because he was selfless and willing to split something in enjoyed between you all.

Then asking if you both wanted to try his lollypop he’d been sucking on.

Apparently you were both supposed to understand his underlining messages in his weird attempt to suggesting that you should be shared.

It was how you became an object for them, they didn’t word it like that but it was how you were starting to feel lately.

Just something in the middle of them to hold the balance because the bridge between them was rocky at times. You brought together what they couldn’t, Satoru’s conflicting closeness for Suguru disappeared with you.

Truthfully it started fine, but the distance started to form when you’d catch Satoru with other girls flirting and numbers stuffed into his pockets.

It didn’t make sense, why ask to be part of something then continue to seemingly keep his options open?

It stirred something heavy, yet hollow in your chest that surged through your veins until a voice was screaming at you to distance yourself from them. It made you question the entire situation and perhaps it wasn’t as serious to them as you thought.

You weren’t officially theirs and clearly they weren’t yours, at least nothing ever official was spoken about, Satoru still flaunting himself eagerly was proof of that and it only solidified your assumptions as of late.

You didn’t feel like theirs, no matter how many times they chanted ownership over you before post nut clarity hit painfully.

There’s only so many times that delusion can work her magic and it was starting to fade into the harsh reality that this wasn’t healthy —it wasn’t going to end well and your natural defence was to try create some distance. Hoping they’d find something else to keep them entertained and just let you fizzle out, it avoided communication sure, but it meant you didn’t have to hear that this was nothing but sex.

But distance was near impossible to achieve with Gojo Satoru involved, he was needy and his tongue circled your clit in a way that made your mind blank, knocking the heavy doubt from your chest. Your heart pounding in your ribs as he gripped your hips so tightly you knew they’d bruise.

He was eating you out with such desperation you’d think his life was dependant on it, you could hear him damn well slurping, sucking and it was lewd. Usually he teased, taunted or took his time but he was borderline feral as he messily ate you out today, it was uncoordinated with no pattern.

The only thing silencing you was Suguru’s cock pushing further down your throat until he felt that restraint of muscle pop to let his dick through. He balanced himself by pressing his hands to the desk under you on either side of your ribs, no longer needing them to guide his dick.

A long airy moan of relief leaving him feeling your throat around him, precum smeared across your lips and chin because he’d been lightly tapping his cock there to ask for access.

This was supposed to be a simple mission split between you all, it was easier to divide and take down the three curses residing here.

You were supposed to go report to the Yaga after this, not taking any longer than needed but the curtain was still up. Gojo and you dealing with your targets first, him pushing you towards a desk in the abandoned classroom until Geto appeared. Sliding the door open to watch as his fellow strongest buried his face between your legs.

“You’re too greedy, Satoru.” Suguru breathed a moan as he half leaned over your body on the desk, pushing his cock to the hilt and you gagged a bit. He was watching as Satoru’s openly tongued your clit and swirled it, spit and slick mixing into a glisten covering his mouth. Your hips trying to roll but larger hands held you down, firmly, thumbs rubbing soothing circles.

Satoru had turned the chair in front to face the desk you were on, literally taking a seat to eat. His thumbs rubbing in circles over your thighs as they twitched and tried to tighten.

“She tastes s’good though,” he slurred against you giving a particularly rough swirl with his tongue, “-she’s cum s’much as well.”

Blue eyes finally looked up only to see your head tilted back on the desk, Suguru’s hands planted either side of your ribs as he leaned over you and his cock bulging down your throat. Gojo moaned into you as he watched it flex in you.

“Shit, Suguru I can see your dick in her throat, she’s takin’ it so well.” Gojo moaned against you, lips moving against your pussy with each letter, pushing his fingers into the hilt and spreading them inside you. Pressing his tongue flat against you as he spread you open, licking a thick strip up past your clit until he was making his way up your body.

He stopped when he reach your throat that bulged with Suguru’s cock. Pressing his lips to it for a kiss, before pressing his tongue against it, Suguru’s hand moved up to grip his white hair encouraging him to press his tongue harder against it.

“Yeah? Feel it Satoru?”

He flexed his cock down your throat again, purposely this time as if to physically aid his question, the movement felt against Gojo’s tongue causing him to moan and nod his head. Fingers leaving you he fisted his own dick for a few pumps before he pressed the thick tip to your entrance.

“Hey, you good?” Suguru’s soothing voice filtered through the arousal, bringing some clarity before Gojo made his move.

Geto pulled his hips back, giving you the opportunity to inhale as he watched your chest heave, the spit linking from his cock to your tongue until it broke. Gojo’s hands placed either side of your hips as he angled his hips, pressing his thick head to spread your entrance.

Geto always being the more observant one, took in your condition, ribs heaving to bring in more air to your lungs, eyes dazed and glazed over, your body twitching as Satoru inched his way past your tight hole.

“Hold it Satoru-“ Suguru’s hands cupped the back of your head gently making you lean up to meet his eyes. Your name leaving his lips so smoothly it almost made you groan, it was enough to focus your eyes back on his and a small smile twitched at his mouth looking down at you past his cock.

“Welcome back,” humming in response to Suguru you shifted, rolling your hips so Satoru inched himself in further, his fingers curling into a fist either side of your hips against the desk beneath you as he exhaled pushing himself forward. His mouth hung ajar as he fixed his eyes on the side of his dick disappearing into your cunt with a wet sound, seeing you spread to accommodate him.

“S-shit, pretty you’re so tight. It hurting to take this big cock? Feels like it,” Satoru’s charming taunt with a groan only made you tighten around him and his hips stuttered, airy moan leaving him mixed with a chuckle.

You shifted uncomfortably as you stood in front of Yaga at Jujustu Tech to report back on the mission.

The discomfort was due to Satoru having stolen your panties claiming he’d lost them and you feeling the warmth leaking down your legs as your body hummed in a pleasant ache.

It didn’t match the hollow feeling in your chest now the high from sex had left.

Satoru found it hilarious as mixed cum had started to dribble down your legs and you tried to squeeze your thighs together to stop it, worried someone would see. He casually leaned down, those gangly ass arms of his easily reaching the back of your thigh, only to push it back up your legs, past your skirt to your pussy and back in your swollen hole from behind.

Your hips lurched forward and a strangled noise left you. Suguru stood slightly in front of you and held his hand out behind him to support you.

“What is wrong with her?” Yaga questioned, attention drifting to see you with your head down hidden behind Suguru.

“Nothing, she got injured but she’s fine.” Suguru covered for you both, keeping his calm facade up as he stared forward to answer the questions.

Satoru leaned forward, his lips grazed your ear as he whispered.

“Eh? Don’t waste it, told you to keep it all in didn’t I? C’mon you were so good for us earlier.”

“What was that, Gojo?”

“Nothin’ I’m just makin’ sure she’s okay!”

“Can uh-“ you cleared your throat as the words came out choked, Satoru’s finger leaving you to place his hand on the small of your back, “-can I go home now if we’re done?”

“Nah, gotta go see Shoko before I can take you back.”

“Gojo I wanna go home, I’m fine. Just need to rest.”

The six eyes pouted at your use of his last name, taking a more formal approach with him compared to earlier, quickly masking it by swinging an arm over your shoulders unable to read the actual mood, Suguru however had noticed.

He seen you tense when the six eyes arm embraced you, pulling you into his side playfully and grinning like nothing was wrong.

It didn’t make sense, how could you flinch like it made you uncomfortable? It’s a stark difference considering they were just the two guys that had fucked you in an abandoned school.

“Oh yeah? Fine, I’ll drop ya back then!”

Your eyes widened realising what he was about to do and Suguru only heard half your sentence before you were cut off, disappearing as Satoru teleported you back to your home.

Left to stare at the spot you both were, with a small frown on his face.

Since when did you start looking uncomfortable around them?

“You boys are around her a lot. Is there something you need to tell me, Suguru?”

Satoru didn’t just drop you back and leave —of course he didn’t.

He’d teleported right into your dorm room, hands grabbing the back of your thighs and lifting you up to his waist.

Lips pressing wetly against your neck as he left sloppy kisses in his path, walking towards your bed before dumping you on it with a bounce.

“Gojo-“

His knee separated yours, knocking them apart and he groaned as his eyes peered over the rims of his glasses to look at your poor swollen pussy, cum leaking from it.

“Damn, that’s- shit that’s so hot.” Blue eyes fixated on you leaving you to feel a little self conscious and you tried to close your legs, repeating his name.

Satoru clicked his tongue, eyes leaving to meet up with yours.

“Gojo?” He repeated, some cocky smirk twitching at his lips “-c’mon it’s Toru to you, you forgot already huh? Well, I guess I have time to remind you.”

It was hard to ignore the pulses to your clit, throbbing to be touched again when he pulled open his uniform, seeing your nail marks still down his sides from earlier, the outline of his cock hard under his trousers that slapped up against his six pack when he released it.

Wrapping a hand around himself he fucked his fist for you, his mouth falling agape slightly his hips twitching from still being sensitive.

He never done anything alone with you, in fact Suguru never had either it was always both of them, never one alone and it made your heart kick against your ribs.

His patience ran its course and he leaned forward to rip your shirt off in one clean motion, buttons flying across the room. Hand pressing to your shoulder he pushed you back to lean onto your elbows as he crawled onto the bed, your knees automatically rising to his sides tucking under his armpits.

Gojo rubbed his cock against your clit, your hands reaching up to remove his glasses from his face and discard them to the side.

The stretch hurt, pussy still sore from taking them both earlier but it was almost forgotten with how deeply Satoru looked into your eyes as he filled you again.

“S’it, you’re taking it so well pretty girl-“ his praise was unusual, it wasn’t so direct like this and you hated how it made you clench around him, how he made your heart flutter in your chest, “-oh? You like the praise huh? A praise and degradation kink? Think we hit the jackpot with you hmm?”

He laughed when you clenched around him again, burying himself to the hilt he snuggled in his face into your neck, panting against your skin his voice moany as he spoke.

“Our girl,” he mumbled, rotating his hips in a swirl that had you crying out, “-ours.”

He stayed so close to you, it was almost loving, but you couldn’t be sure because Satoru had never slept with you without Suguru. But it felt loving, every thrust was slow but hard, your body jolting with each thrust as his sticky balls slapped against your ass. His kisses so wet and sloppy between moaning against your skin.

“You -hah- you have any fucking idea how good you feel? Still full of our cum? Oh damn, it’s so hot knowing I’m using it to fuck ya -you’re filth.“

You cried out to him as you came, babbling into his shoulder pathetically because it was all too much, tears spilled from your eyes as you hung onto him for dear life.

Scared of falling into the overwhelming emotion that started to course through you, that doubt in him starting to wash away with each loving thrust, each word of praise against your skin.

Those feelings you tried to bury for him, tried to avoid surfaced as he kissed your tears away praising you further over the wet squelching of his cock fucking into you.

“It’s so damn sloppy,” He whined into your neck as his thrusts started turning sloppy and desperate, a delay between each hard slap.

When he came again it was hard, he whined in a way you’d never heard and his body stuttered above you, losing his strength to hold himself up as he let himself almost flop onto you. Panting into your ear as his hips jolted, pressed up to your hips as his cock flexed inside you, cum somehow still spitting out his dick into your cunt filling you again.

“I’m still damn cumin’ -fuck.”

Lifting your hips your rotated them and clenched around him, only making his body stutter —struggling to fight the overstimulation and he bit down onto your neck to the point of breaking the skin and leaving a bloody mark.

When the dust settled you didn’t find yourself crashing as usual, the usual high of being with them both remained as his loving behaviour suddenly gave you a hint of faith —maybe this could work. Maybe you needed to spend time with them alone to build something more meaningful because this felt different.

Gojo rolled over onto his back uncaring about the mess on him, you or what was now staining your sheets, a heavy sigh leaving him.

“Heyyy, you’re too far away,” he whined a little at the end, patting the space next to him and you ignored that feeling of flight trying to surface, you went to him and pressed against his side.

Everything started to feel right, to feel calm until that vibrate of a phone buzzed into the floor where Gojo had left his pants.

“Baaaaabe, make it stop.”

“It’s probably important Gojo, you should answer it.”

“Gojo again? You really like winding me up huh?” He playfully pinched at your nipple which made you laugh, beaming a goofy grin at you, blue eyes glistening watching your reaction before rolling them as the phone started to ring yet again.

“If you get it, I’ll answer it deal?”

“You too weak to get up? Thought you were the strongest,”

“Mmm, it appears I have been defeated by vagina, worth it though, she takes me like a champ.”

You cringed at him which earned you a cackle, shifting off the bed you hooked your foot under his trousers to pull it to you and grab it, shuffling the material until you found his phone that vibrated as a new text bar came through.

Your heart falling to the floor just like the bit of crumpled paper with a number also from is pocket that pulled out with the phone. A little love heart drawn next to the name and the same girls name lighting up the screen of his phone in texts next to notifications of Suguru’s missed calls.

All that hope, the comfort of finally starting to feel positive about this again, all crushed within the space of ten minutes. A short high lived only to plummet to the floor like a star dying out from the sky.

Between them, it wasn’t healthy, it wasn’t somewhere you could stay.

And you knew what you had to do.

©pharix/lonelystarrs 2023 permission is not given to repost, translate or post anywhere else.

Part two is up for debate! -I won’t be doing a tagging system so please don’t ask, hitting the follow button will be your way of keeping updated :) don’t just comment asking for a part two without leaving any feedback —if you demand for part two without any effort back don’t be surprised if you’re met with a dry response or none. It’s rude.

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[arreuyas]

no thoughts. just zhongli’s territorial instincts rising up after you return from fontaine stinking of another dragon’s scent. and neuvillette nuzzling his face in your neck to scent you every time you have to leave for liyue.

[arreuyas]

I really hope people understand that the reason gojo reacted to geto's actions the way he did was not because "geto killed innocent people" or even because "geto killed innocent people", but because "it was geto who killed innocent people"

[arreuyas]

warnings. fruit, spitting, fem receiving oral, slight exhibitionism

you can’t help but notice how sensually kamo choso eats mangoes. you feel bad for it, eating mangoes isn’t supposed to be sensual. you’re not supposed to get hot and bothered by watching your boyfriend eat fruit. but the way he swirls his tongue around the tip, collects all of the liquid and swallows and breathlessly sighs after taking a bite makes you seriously, really believe that he’s doing it on purpose.

“‘s so yummy,” he says and it’s breathy. his cheeks are flushed pink because of the summer heat, his hair is tied in a messy low bun. “ya wanna try some?”

you’re not really paying attention to his words — eyes glued to the way mango nectar drips from his chin, onto his bare chest. you have the fleeing thought of you in between his legs, tongue flat against his tits.

he’s smirking. he knows the effect he has on you. “my love?” the pet name makes you shiver on this hot, sunny summer day. you hum in questioning. “do you wanna try some? it’s really good.”

“yeah. mhm.” you’re about to get up from the lousy beach chair, but he beats you to it. choso has a knee in between your thighs — one hand on the back of the chair, supporting him, other still holding his mango. he sucks on the mango, eyes on yours, then kisses you — lips wet and sweet and sticky.

“yummy, right?”

and you can’t function — your lips puckered out, eyes closed and pussy throbbing unbeknownst to choso.

or so you think. obviously, you’re wrong.

“wanna try some more?”

your eyes flick up to him and you nod, feverishly so.

choso sucks on the mango again and it drips, down his chin and to his chest and creates (you’re sure) a sticky mess. but he doesn’t care, can’t bother to care, as he finally throws the mango away on a tiny glass table you keep, focuses all of his attention on you. he squishes your cheeks with his big hand, spits his sweet saliva into your open mouth.

“swallow it.”

and you do. you’re a gooey mess, you’re wanting to go dumb. choso is the only thing present in your mind — wanting choso to be in between your thighs.

“such a good baby. is it tasty?”

you nod, parrot him. “‘s so yummy.”

“good.” he hums, plants sticky kisses on the spot in between your neck and shoulder, trails them down to the valley in between your breasts. his ring clad fingers are squishing the fat of your thighs as he kisses your clothed cunt — leaving his mark as he finally, finally unties the simple bow of your bikini with his teeth. “my pretty baby deserves the best of the best.”

his tongue swirls your clit with expertise, the way you like it. kamo choso knows every inch of your body and soul. he looks up at you as he spreads you open — bridge of his nose in between your folds as he shakes his head and you moan so loud you’re sure your neighbors will hear. they always like spending time out on their balconies at this hour, too.

instinctively, your fingers get tangled in his hair and soon enough his bun comes undone as you pull and tug — as he delves inside of you, finally deeming you wet enough.

“ch-cho!” you thrust your hips up, bury his mouth in your cunt. “feels so good, cho!”

you’re a broken record and he loves it.

he grabs your wrists in a swift motion and pulls you away from him, pulls himself away from you — much to his and your dismay. “you’re so loud baby. you wanna let the neighbors know how good i’m fucking ya or what?”

choso wants you to say yes. you know his body and soul. you nod, ache in between your thighs too strong, and choso smiles — goes back to his previous position and eats you out as if you’re the most divine thing he’s had on his tongue (and you are. you best believe you are).

mindlessly, his middle finger pushes the ring on his thumb closer to his nail and he presses it against your clit. the cool sensation of metal, the warmth of his tongue, the heat of summer.

“choso!” again, your hips thrust up. again, choso smirks against you. “‘s too much! feels too good!”

and choso collects all of your cum as you orgasm, keeps it in his mouth until you’ve regained composure — sticks his tongue out to show you how devoted he is to you. and as it drips, long string of his saliva and your arousal, you believe him.

he kisses you, stands to help your sweaty body up. “my pretty baby deserves the best of the best.”

kamo choso makes you believe his every word. he knows you, after all — body and soul.

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NEEDINESS. | Satoru Gojo x F! Reader

*⁠.⁠✧ In which Gojo Satoru fantasizes about his girlfriend when she isn't home.

warnings: smut/nsfw, pillow humping, handjob/jerking, sniffing panties, overstimulation, unprotected sex, needy (almost sub) gojo.

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IT'S ALREADY past nine when Satoru reaches home. He opened the front door of the living room, hoping to see you there with your usual smile and receiving him into your embrace with those pretty open arms of yours. Yet, that didn't happen, making him raise an eyebrow in both worry and disappointment.

He immediately grabbed his phone, seeing that you left a text saying that you were going to be late. He sighed, already pouting from not having you to pamper him. Both your schedules usually matched— Satoru didn't really have a schedule, but he'd leave home with you and when he got back you would be already waiting for him. But both being sorcerers, it was only natural that this kind of thing could happen.

He sighed, taking off his shoes before locking the door and tossing the keys on the table. There wasn't dinner ready, because you were the one that did it for him, and Gojo didn't bother eating if it wasn't your cooked-home meal. So he went straight to your shared bedroom, in his mind he wanted to take a shower and change clothes but he was tired, and your absence only made him less willing to do anything, so instead he collapsed in bed, staring at the ceiling.

He misses you.

He always do, whenever you're not around. And he's always worrying about your safety too, knowing that you're strong but he'd be more relaxed if you two had more time together throughout the day. Yet, he knew it wouldn't happen because he was always sent to missions alone by the damn higher-ups, the burden of being the strongest sorcerer.

He let out another sigh, and when he inhaled he felt your scent coming from the room. Oh, yes. Your perfume still lingered on every part of the house, Satoru even avoided putting on cologne because it would mask your sweet scent.

He buried his face on your pillow, inhaling deeply and letting out another sigh, but this time being from appreciation. He remembered what you two did on the bed just the last night— you didn't change the sheets, because he had used a condom and you both had sex on the edge of the bed. But he could still smell it and the memories returned to his mind, very welcomed by him. He remembered your seductively smile as he pinned you to the bed, your hair sprawled around the pillow. Your blushing cheeks and oh...

He moaned, already aroused by only the most 'normal' parts of his memories of last night. He remembered your sexy voice whispering naughty against his ear, nibbling on his lobe. Fuck. His cock was already twitching in his pants. He moved his hand down to palm his bulge, a small groan coming from his throat as he did so. Satoru was already hard; he loved you so much that only the mere mention of your name was enough to make him melt.

He didn't like playing with himself alone, Satoru would always beg for you to do it. To have sex, when you two had the time. To jerk him off, when you didn't. A quickie or a blowjob, when you were tired. Either way, it was to be with you. But you weren't there. And he didn't have a clue how long you would take, either. It wouldn't do any harm to jerk off, right?

Yet, he knew it wouldn't be as exciting.

For some reason, his eyes glanced at the closet and that was when he had the nastiest thought he could have. The special-grade sorcerer knew that you would get mad at him, even slap him— not strong, though, because you'd never try to hurt your sweet boyfriend. But he wanted to, he needed you and what's the closest thing of you right now if not your scent... or something that is with you all day?

Without giving it much though, he alr had one of your panties in hands. A black laced one, his favorite. The lingerie had the bra as well but just this piece would be enough. He rested his back against the headboard of the bed, stroking his cock as he stared at your underwear, remembering just how sexy you were with it on. He wondered which one you were using today... Gojo didn't get to see you changing this morning. Fuck, he should've. Maybe you were without anything— he moaned from the thought.

His mind was filled with you, you and you. He was pumping his blushy dick with his hand, pearly precum leaking from the tip and lubricating the length. He wanted to fuck you, to bury himself deep inside you and make you dumb on his cock. To claim you, dominate you, breed you. You looked so pretty when you were overstimulated.

“Ah— Please.” He didn't know why he was beginning, alone in that bedroom, but the 'for who' was pretty obvious. Gripping tightly on your lingerie, Gojo bucked his hips up when that pleasure building up exploded. He groaned, biting his lower lip as he shoot his load. It dirtied his abdomen and some went to the sheets— he could just clean that up later before you reached home.

But he was still hard as a rock.

His pale skin was reddish as he breathed heavily, his blue eyes almost teary as he kept stroking his dick for you. It wasn't enough. It wouldn't be, no matter for how long he jerked himself. He needed you, now. Where the hell were you?

He moaned in a needy way, now he was laying down on the bed, grabbing a pillow and placing it in between his legs. Satoru started thrusting against it, rubbing his sensitive cock on the pillow as his hands gripped on the mattress. He placed your panties against his nose, inhaling the scent of the clean piece of cloth, but there was still a bit of the scent of your sex on it, and he loved it. He was so sensitive, so needy for you.

“Enjoying yourself, I see.” A voice he knows way too well suddenly filled the room and he moaned from hearing it. His eyes shoot to the door, seeing his sexy girlfriend with arms crossed staring at him... he almost came just from seeing you.

“Please, please–” He was still rocking his hips on the pillow, now while looking at you. You scoffed, approaching the bed slowly, almost tortuously for Satoru.

“Jerking yourself as your girlfriend is busy working, don't you have any shame? And is that my lingerie?” Your eyes widened with amusement as you saw the piece of your lingerie and how Satoru blushed even more from embarrassment. “How needy.”

You yanked the pillow from him, tossing it away and grabbing his dick in your hands. Satoru moaned loudly. His cock sprung against his abdomen, cum leaking out and making it almost shiny. His white hair was a mess, forehead dewy with sweat. You chuckled at the sigh, loving seeing him in that submissive state, begging for you. “Such a cute boy.” You purred, your thumb teasing hus tip as you stroke him slowly, making Satoru twitch and squirm at your touch, extremely sensitive and almost overstimulated.

You kissed his neck, making him groan. “Baby, please!” He begged, thrusting his hips up in the air and against your hand, moaning when you gave his cock a soft slap.

“I should punish you for being naughty... But for now I'll let you be, since you're cute.” You were quick to take off your own pants—the sorcerer uniform you used— and to straddle his lap with your legs. Your hand caressed his abdomen, seeing how he breathed in deeply, his body jolting under your touch.

“I'll be good, so please— I can't take it anymore, I'm gonna die!” You chuckled at how dramatic he sounded, and your hand moved to push your panties to the side.

Ah, the pink one. Satoru whined when he saw that, it was one of his favorites as well.

However, he didn't have much time to appreciate the view as you lined his cock with your cunt, pushing your hips down and embracing his length with your hot, wet cavern. Satoru's eyes widened as he moaned loudly like a bitch, squirming under you as he came inside.

“That was quick...” You chuckled, feeling his dick pulsating and how Satoru rolled his eyes to the back of his head before closing them and looking at back you with a needy look. “Do you think you can handle—”

You couldn't finish your sentence, as Gojo pinned you down to the bed and kissed you, his tongue slipping inside your mouth and twirling with yours as he started thrusting in a fast pace. You chuckled, wrapping your legs around his hips and inviting him deeper as he moaned and moved like a dog in heat.

He moved his lips to your neck, biting and sucking, placing marks all over and then moving even lower to your breasts, nibbling on the nipple and sucking on it like he was eating a dessert. “I can't– Ngh, please... I don't think I can... hold back for much longer.”

His hand moved to your cunt, rubbing your clit in circles as he kept pounded into you, slowing down everytime he felt like orgasming. Satoru didn't want to cum alone again, he already did it twice. It would be too humiliating, he knew you'd tease him for at least two weeks.

“Cum with me, please, please.” He begged, resting his head on your collarbone. “Cum all over my cock, I want it so bad.” He growled yet let out a whimper right after, he was normally very dominant but this time he was acting like a virgin.

You moaned too, feeling as the pleasure was making your cunt clench around his cock, and you wrapped your hands around his back, nails scratching his back. “I'm gonna cum.” You announced with a gasp.

“Yes, yes, yes! Fuck, I’m coming!” Satoru groaned, his cock twitching and then spurting his hot seed, almost watery deep inside you. You came right after, moaning and arching your back instinctively, holding onto him. “Take it– Mhm. I love you so much!”

He kept pumping his seed inside you until there was nothing leaking anymore, both your highs calming down. Gojo looked at you with a shy, yet lustful face but then you started chuckling.

“My panties, Satoru? Really?”

“Don't tease me!”

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HOW MUCH? | Toji X Male! Reader

*⁠.⁠✧ In which he was paid to kill you but you offer him to get fucked instead.

warnings: sub!toji, degradation, edging, spanking/slapping, choking, bratty toji, cursing, toji is a bit out of character tbh, zenin bc he doesn't have megumi and his wife here.

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TOJI ZENIN, the sorcerer killer, doesn't do any extra work for free. But it's not against his rules to accept a request from a client who is a sorcerer. He doesn't question his client's motives or what they are after all, what matters it the good ol' money.

That's why, when he had a gun aimed at your head and you smirked instead of trying to doge or counter-attack like most sorcerers would do, he raised an eyebrow until the words left your lips: “How much for getting laid by me? I'll pay double of what you're going to get.”

Of course, betraying his clients is one thing that he doesn't do. So yes, he did shoot you, pissed off that those were your last words— or were supposed to be, since the bullet didn't get through your head at all. His eyes widened when you appeared in front of him, hands in your pockets and eyes of someone who wasn't planning to fight him.

“C'mon, don't be like that~” you smiled, your sneaky hand going to his waist and bringing him closer. At this point Toji was so dumbfounded that he took some time to understand what was happening. It was the first time his target flirted with him so blatantly, after all. “How about three times the price, then? Three times the amount and you let me fuck you once.”

Three times the price of your head... it was big money, and it certainly catched his interest. It's not like Toji minded sleeping with men after all, the problem was betraying his client. “And an extra so you can kill whoever it was who asked for my head.”

Alright, that was enough to convince a money-hungry like Toji. He lowered his gun, still a but uncertain about the deal but fuck it, he would think about the consequences later. You smirked with that reaction from the non-sorcerer.

That's how you two ended up in a hotel room, Toji sitting down on your lap, straddling with that big ass of his. You already had a prominent bulge on your pants as the Zenin rubbing his covered rear and dick against your thigh, letting out some grunts between his heavy breaths from time to time.

Fucking humiliating. It was what Toji thought. He was literally acting like a whore— moving himself on top of you for some money. Well, at least the money was way higher than what a whore would get, but still...

“Damnit, stop fucking teasing me.” He protested when you started pinching his exposed nipples, another grunt coming from him as his body trembled. That bulky man wasn't used to having anyone touching him like that, he usually was the one who held the reins in bed.

“What, can't handle a bit of teasing, sorcerer killer?” You chuckled, rubbing the wet spot on his boxers, the pre-cum leaking out his tip already.

“Can't you just fuck me already–” You stopped his words with a rough spank on his ass, making him shut up with a groan. One of his hands instinctively moving to hold your shoulder.

“Shut up, slut.” You hissed, taking him off your lap and throwing him in bed. Then you unbuckled your belt, glaring down at him. “Take off your pants and spread your legs for me.”

Toji was about to complain but instead he rolled his eyes and obliged the command, getting himself naked. Yet, he didn't spread his legs, receiving a sigh from you. You got on top of the bed, your hand moving to his neck before he could react and gripping tightly on it, chocking him just slightly.

“When I tell you to do something, you do it. Understand?” You gripped tighter on his neck but Toji kept glaring at you, a hand on your wrist threatening to break your arm. “Unless you want to forget about the money and fight me instead. And believe me when I tell you I'm going to make you fight while being naked.”

He let go with a groan, and you let his neck free again— a reddish mark of your digits on the skin of his neck and you liked it. When you looked down, Toji's dick was twitching and more precum was leaking from it, then you chuckled with a raised eyebrow. “Oh? Someone likes getting choked and degraded? Such a whore.”

You grabbed a lube from the bedside table, pouring the liquid on your fingers and some on Toji's rear, then watching it go down to the entrance of his ass, his naughty hole blinking. You didn't wait much though, there was no reason to be gentle with him— and you knew that Toji would prefer that way, too. So you immediately inserted two fingers inside, already moving them to loosen him up. Toji grunted, biting his lower lip with his eyebrows furrowed before you added a third finger.

The Zenin had such a nice body, it almost looked like a sin— as if he was begging to be fucked. After all, what's the use of having such thick thighs and such a sexy ass if not for fucking them? You glanced down at him while playing with his hole, fingering him and teasing his prostate, your other hand stroking your cock slowly.

“Enough of foreplay. Spread your hole for me.” You said, watching him click his tongue in annoyance but still doing as you told. You held one of his legs on top of your shoulder. “And stop rolling your eyes or clicking your tongue every time I tell you to do something, it's getting me soft.”

Toji scoffed.

“Ha. Then maybe you're not a real man if a roll of eyes is enough to—” He couldn't finish his sentence as you thrusted your cock inside, invading his hole in one swift move. He gasped, his hands letting go from his ass to grab a handful of the sheets as he glared at you like he wanted to kill you.

You smirked down at him with a mocking gaze. “What were you saying about real man again? I don't think I heard you.” You teased, pulling your cock halfway out before slamming it back inside, the Zenin letting out a grunt. You moved your free hand to pinch his nipple, pulling on it.

“You bastard...” He muttered as you stopped your hips for a moment, leaning down to his chest. Your tongue licked and sucked his right nipple then your teeth sunk down for a bite, Toji flinched and groaned from pain mixed with pleasure. “The hell are you doing–”

“Taming you.” You cut him off with a sadistic smile. Toji wanted to make that smile of yours disappear because he was starting to like it more than he should. “From now on, every single time you complain or call me anything that isn't master you're going to be punished.”

You chuckled, pulling your cock out almost completely and slamming it back in, moving in slow thrusts. “Understand?”

You spanked his ass again, a silent warning for him to answer. The non-sorcerer groaned, biting his lip in both annoyance and pleasure. “Yes...” He took a second to continue: “...Master.”

“See? It's not that hard to stop being such a brat.” You said, starting to fasten the pace of your thrusts. Who the hell are you calling a brat? Toji wanted to shout, but didn't. Your veiny, fat cock was filling his insides and the tip pressing against his prostate was making Toji flinch every time you aimed at that spot. He was starting to actually moan too, instead of only letting out those grunts and heavy breaths of his.

The moment you grabbed his dick and starting stroking it he whimpered, one of his hands grabbing the sheets as the other was behind him, grasping the pillow. He felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge as you moved back and forth, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. “Faster— Ugh, I'm close...”

But then you stopped moving your hips, pressing your thumb against the tip of his cock. The Zenin's eyes immediately moved to you, his eyebrows furrowing in annoyance and confusion. “What are you doing? I said I'm close to cumming.”

“I heard what you said,” you chuckled, slamming your cock inside one more time then stopping. “You're going to beg for if you want to cum. Or else we're staying like this for the rest of the evening.”

“Beg? Me? Ha. In your dreams–” Slap! Toji's eyes widened when he felt the hit against his cheek, his teeth gritting in anger as he glared at you, his mouth already opening to protest when you raised your hand again, now spanking his ass instead. “Fuck, cut it out!”

“Beg.” You repeated, your thumb making small circles on the tip of his hard cock, smearing the precum as his body squirmed under your touch. Toji knew he was at his breaking point and being unable to orgasm didn't hurt yet, but it was certainly uncomfortable.

“Damnit... Please, let me cum.” He muttered, glancing away with a frown. You raised an eyebrow with a chuckle, shaking your head in response. Another spank on his ass, Toji letting out a low moan.

“Beg like you mean it, non-sorcerer.” You said in a seductive whisper, your tongue sticking out from your lips to lick his neck up to his jaw.

“Please!” He said, thrusting his hips up against your touch, searching for his high only to be stopped by your hands keeping him still. The Zenin was physically stronger than you, and he knew that. But maybe because he was too horny he couldn't react very well or even think about fighting back and dominate you instead.

“Not enough.” You said, threatening to pull your dick out from him but his legs instinctively wrapped around your waist, pulling you back inside. You hummed in amusement, not expecting that from him. “So?”

“Please...” he repeated, then added: “Master. Keep fucking my guts until I cum.” You noticed how Toji couldn't keep glaring at you. He was embarrassed, and you found that cute. It was so unlike Toji to act so submissive like that from the little bit of time you talked with him.

“You still have a lot to learn... but for now I'll let it pass.” It was weird how you talked as if this wouldn't be the first and last time you two slept together. But Toji didn't have much time to react, as you finally started moving again, your cock inside him and your hand moving tightly and fast around his shaft.

“Fuck! Yes– Harder!” He moaned out loud and it only took a few more thrusts and strokes for him to shoot his cum, his back arching and his eyes rolling to the back of his head as his legs trembled around you. His seed dirtied his abdomen and his hole clenched against your cock tightly, almost not letting you move.

It was such a sexy sight. You also didn't endure much after that, cumming right after him. Your load being pumped deep inside the Zenin as you let out a grunt, biting your lower lip with a smirk.

After some seconds and when the ecstasy broke down, Toji switched back to his cold mode almost immediately, looking at you. “About the money– What–” His eyes widened when you thrusted against him again, a involuntary whimper leaving his lips. You were still hard.

“Oh? I don't remember saying we were done. How much for a round two?”

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one of the most satisfying things about dating gojo is that whenever you two have an argument everyone is on your side. always. no matter how ridiculous the reason or how wrong you might be for kicking him out of the house bc he ate ur kitkat — everyone has your back always — shoko is there to hug you, nanami calls him shit, haibara brings you a kitkat, geto is breaking the friendship, riko slaps him again, utahime throws tea at him again, his students drop out. he’s miserable

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I lost my mind while doing this tbh

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Girl dinner

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(SMUT/NSFW +18 - minors DNI!)

Depressed Geto who invites his gf over just so he can drown his sadness away eating her pussy for hours. He cuddles you naked all day, not wanting to ever leave the intoxicting warmth your body provides him with. He dresses you in his much larger hoodies only so that he can comfortably grab a handful of your ass whenever he feels down.

He randomly pulls your thong to the side and slides a thick finger into your soft mound, adding another one just as he shushes your whines with a big hand covering your mouth, telling you that he's still going to push a couple other fingers in till he feels satisfied enough.

He's so needy all the time, grabs your hand and pulls you into the shower cause he says it feel so damn lonely to be there on his own. He holds you from behind the whole time as the hot water sprays down your joined bodies. The steamy fog envelops your lungs with his palms fondling your breasts and caressing the fat of your stomach. His deep voice resonates through your chest, begging you not to leave and never to let him go, telling you how much his body craves yours and how empty he feels when he's not inside you.

He fucks you for long night hours in front of his bedroom mirror, telling you how much he loves this sight and how well it makes him forget his crippling pain. He wants this sight to last forever, tells you to moan harder and and not give a fck about anybody. Cry out his name for the whole world to hear cause his heart cheers up whenever your screams get louder, and your orgasms get messier.

He takes your hand in his and gently places it on his groing bulge, puppy-like eyes almost begging you to stroke him till he cums loads all over you. You can't help but free his blushy tip from underneath his sweatpants, gently taking his half-hard length and stroking it up and down, then sliding his sweatshirt over his head so you can suckle on his heaving chest, nice and slow.

His pelvis fucks into your small fist as 'aggh babe..fuck' and 'good fucking girl' leave his mouth, big hand ruffeled into your hair, giding your head however it satisfies his hunger.

Depressed Geto who couldn't have gotten through all that pain he had to endure if you weren't there to feed his body and give a new birth to his soul.

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HII! HOW ARE YOUU

HIIIII <3 i'm doing good and u? i hope you are too!!

BTW YOUR PROFILE IS SO PRETTY OMG I LOVE BUDDHA HE'S MY SECOND FAV