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FIVE AND ONE DIFFERENT WAYS TO SAY I LOVE YOU : GOJO SATORU, GETO SUGURU

your boyfriends are perfect in every sense, flawless in the ways that matter. they possess every one of the five love languages and master each one effortlessly. whether it’s the tender touch of reassurance, words that lift you higher, gifts that show how much they care, acts of service that make your life smoother, or simply being there when you need them, they never fail to make you feel cherished.

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have you ever thought that your boyfriends were anything less than perfect? never. the idea doesn’t even cross your mind. they are perfect in every sense, flawless in the ways that matter. they possess every one of the five love languages and master each one effortlessly. whether it’s the tender touch of reassurance, words that lift you higher, gifts that show how much they care, acts of service that make your life smoother, or simply being there when you need them, they never fail to make you feel cherished.

they know how to make you feel understood, valued, and adored, always reminding you that you deserve nothing less than the very best. there’s never a moment of doubt with them—they’re the definition of love that keeps you whole.

THE ACT OF SERVICES

being their girlfriend means you never lift a finger—never. you never hold anything except their hands, and you never do anything they could do for you. they won’t let you. every little task, every minor thing is always handled by them before you even get the chance.

like right now, the three of you are out on a date, walking side by side in the mall. gojo’s carrying your bag in one hand, while his other hand is wrapped around yours, holding it securely. on your other side, geto’s carrying your boba, his thumb softly grazing the back of your hand as he holds it gently in his. it’s like they have this unspoken rule between them—never let you carry a thing, except their hands.

later, you’re sitting together, about to eat dinner. after some back and forth, you all decided on bbq— more likely you decided and they follow along. the grill is set, and you’re all sitting in a cozy circle, about to dig in. as the aroma of the sizzling meat fills the air, you decide you want to help and reach out for the tongs.

but before you can even touch them, gojo’s hand is there, stopping you. he gives you that familiar grin, teasing but firm. “nope,” he says, leaning in a little closer, “what do you think you are doing?”

geto, with that gentle smile of his, adds, “you're cute to think we let you do anything when we are here,” his voice, laced with a hint of amusement, is a mix of soothing and commanding, reminding you that your place is to be pampered, pampered, pampered.

gojo, not one to be outdone, chimes in, “and you're even cuter to think we'd let you burn your pretty little hands,” he says it with a smirk, as if scolding you, like you're a small child attempting to touch a hot stove. he's enjoying this, the power of being in control, the thrill of taking care of you. “sit back and relax, princess,” he tells you, patting your head endearingly.

“fine,” you pout, but deep down you know there's no winning against them. it’s their thing—taking care of you, making sure you don’t lift a finger. so you let them, reluctantly sinking back into your seat, your hand still laced with gojo’s as he pats your head again, this time with a little more affection.

instead of arguing, you reach for the complimentary ice cream the restaurant brought over. as geto tends to the grill and gojo watches with a satisfied grin, you take a bite of the cold, sweet treat, savoring the way it melts on your tongue. you still pout, though, glancing over at them from time to time with an exaggerated sulk. but they know you too well—the pout is more for show than anything.

gojo and geto exchange knowing looks, amused by your exaggerated sulk, fully aware that it is a performance. gojo can't help but chuckle lightly, his hand on your head moving to gently ruffle your hair.

geto turns to you with a smile, his eyes twinkling with satisfaction at the sight of your feigned annoyance. “aren’t you just the cutest when you pout like that?” he teases, his voice dripping with playful affection.

the corners of your lips twitch, and before you know it, a small laugh escapes. your sulky act crumbles as you look between the two of them, their smug expressions making it impossible to keep up the facade. “oh, stop,” you mutter, though you’re laughing now, shaking your head a little at how well they’ve played you.

at the same time, gojo places a perfectly grilled piece of meat on your plate, having just checked to make sure it’s cooked through. “there you go, princess,” he says with a grin, clearly pleased with himself.

geto grins, watching the transformation of your expression with a sense of accomplishment. “admit it,” he teases, his tone playful, “you love it when we take care of you.”

gojo, his hand still on your head, pats it lightly. “of course she does,” he chimes in, his voice cocky, “who wouldn’t enjoy being pampered like a princess?” he puts down more meat on your plate, his gaze flickering between the food and your face, making sure you have everything you need.

the three of you are eating and talking happily, the atmosphere light and filled with warmth. geto and gojo handle the grilling, each of them focused on making sure the food is cooked just right while you sit still, not having to lift a finger—just looking pretty as always. they wouldn’t have it any other way. it’s their thing, after all, making sure you’re completely taken care of.

as you pick at the food in front of you, your attention shifts to one of the dishes that looks tempting, but before you can even think of reaching for it, geto stops you. “baby, don’t eat this, okay? it’s too spicy for you,” he says softly, gently pushing the dish aside so you don’t accidentally take a bite.

he gives you that soft smile, the one that shows how much he’s paying attention, making sure everything is perfect for you. “don’t want you burning your tongue,” he adds with a wink.

you glance up at him, a little surprised but not really. they always know your limits, sometimes even better than you do. with a small nod, you give in, leaning back and letting them continue taking care of everything, a soft smile playing on your lips. “alright,” you say, feeling more spoiled than ever as you biting the edge of your chopsticks and trying to hide your smile and your shyness. it's never getting easier, never, when they spoil you rotten and look and talk to you with their soft voice and soft smile.

gojo leans back, his eyes drifting over the table, taking in the sight of the food, the chopsticks, your hands, the expression on your face. he loves to see you like this, sitting back while he and geto do everything for you.

he reaches over, gently tapping your cheek with a chopstick. “hey,” he grins, “stop biting your chopsticks. you’re gonna ruin your pretty little teeth.” he teases you affectionately, his eyes sparkling with humor.

geto turns to you as well, noticing how you’re trying to hide your shyness behind your bite on the chopsticks. he chuckles softly, but his smile is warm, and he can’t help but adore this side of you.

“cute little thing,” he murmurs, his voice carrying a warm, protective tone. “we’re just trying to look after you, princess.” he reaches over and runs his knuckles lightly over your cheek in a tender gesture, his touch both soothing and possessive.

PHYSICAL TOUCH

when you say your boyfriends are clingy, it’s not an exaggeration. they are very clingy. they always find an excuse to hold you, touch you, kiss you—anything for them to feel your skin on theirs. it's like they're constantly hungry for your touch, never getting enough. their hands always seem to find you, whether it's casual or affectionate, always searching for that connection.

like right now, the three of you are watching a movie together. you’re laying between them, your focus on the screen, enjoying the moment. but then, you start to feel it—small, subtle movements. their hands, slowly but surely, inching closer to you. they’re moving so cautiously, as if they’re trying not to let you notice.

gojo’s hand grazes your arm, his touch feather-light, tracing gentle lines up and down. on your other side, geto’s hand rests on your thigh, his thumb making soft, lazy circles against your skin. both of them are acting like they’re trying to be sneaky, but the warmth of their touch is unmistakable. it’s always like this with them, finding reasons to be closer, even when you’re already together.

they don’t say a word, their attention seemingly still on the movie, but you know better. you can feel their need to be close, their desire to be connected with you in every possible way. and honestly, you don’t mind. their constant touch is something you’ve come to love, even if you pretend not to notice. it’s just the way they are—always hungry for your presence.

“stop it,” you suddenly said without taking your eyes off the screen.

at your words, both gojo and geto freeze, their movements halted. they hadn’t expected you to notice their subtle and stealthy advances, and now they’re caught red handed.

gojo is the first to recover, a smirk appearing on his face. “stop what?” he asks innocently, his hand still resting on your arm, his touch light and warm.

geto gives a soft huff, his fingers still tracing patterns on your thigh. he’d been so close to wrapping his arm around you when you spoke, and now he’s pouting a little.

“we were just enjoying the movie,” gojo says playfully, his smirk widening. he’s not done yet, not by a long shot. he moves his hand a little, his fingers dancing over your skin, leaving a trail of ticklish sensations.

geto, not one to be outdone, chimes in as well. his voice is a bit pouty, but there’s a hint of playfulness in his tone. “yeah, princess. we’re just sitting here, being well-behaved.” his fingers continue their slow, teasing circles on your thigh.

you roll your eyes, giving them both a nod and a scoff. “yeah, right,” you reply with a smile tugging at your lips. you know what they’re up to, and they know you know. but you don’t stop them. in fact, you just relax further into their touch, letting them continue with their little game, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort in their playful affection.

gojo grins, knowing full well that he’s been caught out. he takes your acceptance as permission to push his limits further.

“what can we say,” he hums, “we just can’t keep our hands to ourselves when you’re around.”

geto nods in agreement, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “yep, we’re just helpless.” he glances over at you, his expression softer than gojo's, but his touch on your thigh is still teasing, still making those soft, circular motions.

you can’t help but smile at their antics, letting them do whatever they want. it’s a familiar dance by now, one you’ve grown used to and secretly love. just as you’re reveling in the warmth of the moment, gojo sees your reaction and decides to get even bolder. he shifts, laying his head on your chest and hugging you tightly.

“i wanna hold you,” he murmurs, his voice muffled against you, and the way he snuggles closer and tangled your legs with his makes your heart flutter. it’s an endearing sight, one that makes it impossible for you to resist. you wrap your arms around him instinctively, feeling the warmth of his body against yours and the way he relaxes even more in your embrace.

geto watches the scene unfold with an amused smile on his face. seeing gojo snuggling up to you like that makes him want to do the same, so he quickly follows suit.

without missing a beat, he scoots closer to you, his body pressed against your other side. he drapes his arm around your waist, his hand resting on your hip, as he nestles his head against your shoulder, mimicking gojo's position.

you let out a soft sigh, a mixture of exasperation and affection, as you wrap your arm around geto as well, pulling him in closer. “i swear you two can’t even go a minute without touching me,” you tease, shaking your head with a smile. your heart swells at the sight of both of them nestled against you, and despite your playful complaint, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

gojo snuggles closer, nuzzling his face against your chest as he responds. “you’re just too damn comfortable,” he mumbles, his voice muffled against your shirt. “and you smell really nice.”

geto chuckles at gojo’s response, his hand slipping under your shirt and rubbing small, soothing circles on the skin of your hip. “he’s right,” he says in agreement, “you’re like a walking pillow.”

you hum softly at their responses, a warm smile spreading across your face. feeling playful, you start to run your hands along their backs, enjoying the feeling of their warmth against you.

leaning down, you place gentle kisses on their heads, letting them know just how much you cherish these moments. the affection and closeness make you feel at home, surrounded by the people you love the most.

both gojo and geto melt into your touch, their bodies relaxing even further against you as you caress their backs and bestow kisses on their heads. for all of their teasing and playfulness, they're also completely helpless when it comes to your tenderness.

gojo lets out a low, contented sigh, his breath warm against your chest. “you’re gonna spoil us,” he murmurs, his voice laced with a hint of pleading.

geto chimes in as well, his head nuzzling against your shoulder. “more please,” he requests, his voice just a soft whisper.

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION

your boyfriends always know what to say, always know how to talk, always know exactly what you want to hear. they have an uncanny ability to calm you down with their words, wrapping you in a cocoon of comfort whenever life gets overwhelming. it’s one of the things you love most about them—the way they can read you like an open book, sensing when you need support and stepping in without hesitation.

just like right now, you find yourself sitting in geto's lap, nestled against him while he sits beside gojo on the couch. the world outside feels chaotic and unforgiving, and today has been one of those days when everything seems to go wrong. it started with small inconveniences—a spilled drink, forget things, and escalated into feelings of frustration and sadness that seemed to pile on top of you like a heavy blanket.

as the tears spill down your cheeks, you can’t help but cry on geto's lap, your emotions spilling out uncontrollably. he wraps his arms around you tightly, pulling you close as if trying to shield you from the weight of the world. his touch is warm and grounding, a stark contrast to the storm of feelings inside you. “it’s okay, princess,” he murmurs softly, his voice smooth and reassuring. “you are doing a good job, we are so proud of you.”

gojo, sitting beside geto on the couch, his expression soft and understanding, watches the scene unfold. he can see the tears streaming down your face, the overwhelming sadness and frustration evident in your every expression. he wants nothing more than to hold you, to soothe the pain and make everything better.

he reaches over, gently rubbing your back, his touch light but supportive. “he’s right,” he says, his voice filled with love and reassurance. “you’re amazing, and we’re here for you through it all. always. you’re not alone, sweetheart.”

geto watches you closely, his heart aching at the sight of your tears. he understands the weight of what you’re going through, and he feels compelled to add his voice to gojo’s comforting words. Leaning in a little closer, he brushes a strand of hair away from your face, his touch gentle and tender.

“it must be really hard for you to go through your day and try to hold all of those emotions inside,” he says softly, his voice steady and filled with empathy. “but you’re so strong for getting through it, even when everything feels overwhelming. we’re really proud of you, you know?”

he pauses for a moment, letting his words sink in, watching as you take a shaky breath. “and it’s okay to feel this way,” he continues. “tomorrow is a new day. you can try again, and we’ll be right here with you, cheering you on. i promise you’re going to have a better day.”

geto's gaze is sincere, his unwavering support washing over you like a comforting wave. his words wrap around you, mixing with gojo's gentle reassurances, creating a safe space for your feelings.

gojo keeps rubbing your back, his hand moving in small, soothing circles. his eyes meet geto's, and they share a unspoken understanding. they both love you so much, and it breaks their hearts to see you crying like this.

he gives a small, soft smile, his gaze flickering between you and geto. “yeah,” he echoes softly, “you’ve been doing so well, princess. we know it hasn’t been easy, but you’ve been fighting through it all this time. we’re here for you, every step of the way. always.”

you nod slowly against geto's chest, a soft sob escaping your lips as the warmth of their words sinks in. sniffing back your tears, you manage to lift your head slightly to meet their gazes, a small smile breaking through the sadness on your face. “okay,” you say, your voice trembling but filled with gratitude.

gojo and geto both return your small smile with genuine, affectionate grins of their own. just seeing that little hint of a smile on your face makes their hearts skip a beat.

“that’s our girl,” gojo says fondly, his hand rubbing your back again. “always bounces back,” geto adds, his arms tightening around you, pulling you closer as he gently plants a kiss on your forehead.

“we’re with you, through any storm,” gojo continues, his voice reassuring. they can still see the sadness lingering in your eyes, but they also see your resilience. you’re strong, and they know you can weather this.

“you’re not going through anything alone,” geto says, his voice soft yet sure. his fingers gently brush some stray tears off your face, his touch light but nurturing. “we’re here, no matter what. always.”

QUALITY TIME

the perk of being the strongest sorcerers means that your boyfriends, gojo and geto, are often swamped with responsibilities—school, endless meetings, and dangerous missions. but despite how busy they are, they never make you feel neglected. you never have to beg for their time. in fact, they always prioritize you, dropping everything the moment they sense you need them, or just because they miss you.

like right now, you’re lounging in the bedroom, casually playing with your phone, when suddenly, the door opens, and they both walk in, their presence immediately filling the room with warmth.

without hesitation, gojo leans against the doorframe, a playful smile on his face. “sweetheart, you got any plans for tomorrow night?” he asks, his tone casual but with a glint of excitement in his eyes.

you put your phone down and shift, turning to lay on your stomach as you prop yourself up slightly. with a curious smile, you shake your head, eyes flickering between them. “nope, no plans. why?” you ask, your tone light and playful, a hint of excitement creeping in as you wonder what they’ve got up their sleeves.

geto sits down on the edge of the bed, his hand reaching out to brush your hair. his touch is tender, his eyes fixed on you. gojo, meanwhile, pushes off the doorframe, sauntering over to the bed and plopping down next to geto with a smirk.

“we cleared our schedules,” gojo said, his voice smooth and full of affection, “we were thinking it’s time for a night out, just the three of us.” geto nods in agreement, his fingers moving to gently run up and down your arm. “you up for a little adventure?” he asks with a sly smile.

a grin spreads across your face as you hear their suggestion. without hesitation, you push yourself up slightly and raise your hand for a high five. “hell yeah,” you say, your excitement clear as gojo, ever playful, immediately slaps your hand with a wide grin of his own.

but then, a thought crosses your mind, and you tilt your head, your eyes narrowing slightly in suspicion. “wait, don’t you guys have meetings tomorrow?” you ask, glancing between them. there’s a teasing lilt to your voice, but also genuine curiosity about how they managed to pull this off.

gojo throws his arm around your shoulders, a smirk on his face that screams troublemaker. "ah, about that," he says, trying to sound nonchalant, "we might have pulled some strings."

geto, on the other hand, just chuckles, his hand moving to rest on your thigh. “let's just say, we might owe a few favors to some higher-ups,” he admits, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

gojo grins wider, clearly not bothered by the idea of owing favors. “it’s all worth it, princess,” he says, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your shoulder. “we haven’t had a good night out in ages, and we’re determined to make this one unforgettable.” geto nods in agreement, his hand giving your thigh a gentle squeeze. “yep, and we’ve got something special planned just for you,” he says with a playful smirk.

you squint your eyes at them, pretending to be skeptical for a moment, and let out an exaggerated, feigned sigh. “you two always abuse your power,” you tease, your tone dripping with mock annoyance.

but the small smile playing at the corner of your lips betrays you, and they can see right through your act. it’s clear you’re not really complaining; if anything, you’re loving every second of their attention.

gojo and geto glance at each other, their grins growing wider, knowing exactly what you’re playing at, but playing along.

“hey, we’d do anything to spend some quality time with our favorite girl,” gojo says with a scoff, pretending to be offended. geto rolls his eyes, his hand moving to gently tug at your hair. “yeah, we’re such terrible sorcerers for using our power to plan a night of fun for our princess,” he adds, his tone just as dramatic.

you scrunch your nose at their playful dramatics, unable to hold back a chuckle. their banter always gets to you, and the way they both go along with your teasing makes your heart warm. without saying a word, you lean upward, closing the small distance between you and them, and give each of them a quick kiss—soft, affectionate, but brief enough to leave them wanting more.

“you two are impossible,” you say with a playful smile, your eyes sparkling with affection.

gojo pouts, crossing his arms and flopping back on the bed. “impossible?” he repeats, the word coming out in a drawn-out whine. geto snorts at his reaction, his hand still playing with your hair. “yeah, and princess, you’re the one encouraging our bad behavior,” he adds with a feigned sigh, his eyes flickering between you and gojo with a playful spark.

RECEIVING GIFS

do you know that feeling when you're in a relationship and you secretly hope your partner would surprise you with something thoughtful, like flowers or chocolates, without you having to ask? maybe you’ve even heard your friends talk about how they wish their significant other would just pick up on those little desires without needing a nudge. they talk about how they wait for those small, romantic gestures, only to be disappointed when they don’t come.

well, that’s something you’ll never understand. not because you don’t want those surprises, but because your boyfriends have made sure you never have to ask for anything. in fact, they seem to always be one step ahead. whether it’s a normal, uneventful day or something more special, like your birthday or an anniversary, they always go above and beyond. sometimes it’s almost like they can read your mind—or maybe they just know you that well.

they don’t wait for hints or subtle suggestions. if they feel like treating you, they’ll do it without a second thought, and it’s often. one day it’s a spontaneous bouquet of flowers, and the next, it’s chocolates they know are your favorite. you might be lounging on the couch, enjoying some quiet time, when the door swings open, and they walk in with bags of new clothes they picked out just because they thought you’d look amazing in them. no occasion needed. it’s as if spoiling you is something they enjoy just as much as you do.

and let’s not even get started on your birthday, your anniversary, or valentine’s day. on those days, they take gift-giving to a whole new level, pulling out all the stops. they shower you with gifts—everything from luxury items to personalized tokens of affection that leave you feeling cherished beyond words. they never miss a chance to remind you how much you mean to them.

today, it’s just another normal evening. you’re standing in the kitchen, casually preparing dinner for them. you’ve learned by now that cooking when they’re home is nearly impossible. they never let you lift a finger once they walk through the door. either they’ll distract you with their affection, or they’ll insist on ordering your favorite takeout because they don’t want you to worry about anything, especially not when it comes to food.

so, you decided to get a head start before they come back. the aroma of a home-cooked meal fills the kitchen, and just as you’re adding the final touches to the dish, you hear the familiar sound of the door opening. your heart skips a beat—knowing it’s them—before you even see them. it’s like the air in the room shifts the moment they step inside.

you turn around, wiping your hands on a towel, and sure enough, there they are. gojo’s tall figure fills the doorway first, his ever-playful smirk on display as he walks in. following closely behind is geto, his calm demeanor a perfect contrast to gojo’s vibrant energy. but what really catches your attention are the things they’re carrying. in gojo’s hand is a large, stunning bouquet of your favorite flowers, vibrant and freshly arranged. in geto’s arms are several shopping bags—no doubt filled with more surprises—and balanced on top of the bags is a beautifully wrapped box of chocolates. not just any chocolates—your favorite kind, the ones they always get just right.

you blink in surprise, a smile already tugging at your lips. “oh baby, what’s all this?” you ask, though you already know the answer.

gojo struts in confidently, the bouquet of bright and fragrant flowers in his hand. his smirk widens into a full-blown, ear-to-ear smile, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief and affection.

geto follows behind, carrying the bags and the box of chocolates with his usual calm demeanor. he meets your gaze, his eyes warm and filled with love. he knows your reaction will be priceless.

“just a little some some,” gojo says casually, closing the distance between you. he holds out the flowers, that same charming smirk playing on his lips. “for our princess, of course.”

geto nods in agreement, laying the bags on the kitchen counter and carefully setting the chocolates down on top. his eyes never leave you, taking in your slightly bewildered yet pleased expression.

“can’t have a day go by without spoiling our princess,” geto adds, a lazy smile on his lips.

gojo moves even closer, his hand finding its way to your waist, pulling you against him. “gotta keep you on your toes,” he teases, his voice low and playful. “besides, can’t have you getting bored of us, now can we?”

a bright smile instantly spreads across your face as you take the bouquet from gojo, the sweet fragrance filling the space between you. “i don’t think i could ever get bored of you two, even if you didn’t spoil me rotten like this,” you reply with a playful grin, your eyes twinkling with affection.

gojo lets out a mock scoff, feigning offense, his hand still resting on your hip. “careful, princess, that’s almost an insult,” he teases, his grin mirroring yours.

geto chuckles softly, shaking his head, his arms now free. he steps closer to you and gojo, his eyes locked on you as you hold the flowers in your hands, admiring them. “just admit you love being spoiled,” he says, a hint of amusement in his voice.

“yeah, we know you love it when we go overboard,” gojo adds, his hand gently rubbing your hip, his touch light and affectionate.

geto nods, his gaze shifting from you to the bouquet in your hands, a soft smile on his lips. “after all, how could we resist? especially when you look so damn cute with that happy sparkle in your eyes.”

you hold the bouquet up to your nose, inhaling the sweet fragrance, and a soft hum of contentment escapes your lips. gojo’s grip on your hip tightens just a fraction, his touch sending a warm shiver down your spine.

“alright, you got me,” you admit, your tone light and playful. “i do love being spoiled by my two handsome boyfriends.”

gojo gives your hip a gentle squeeze, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. “that's more like it,” he says, his tone dripping with satisfaction. geto chuckles again, moving even closer to you. his eyes scan your face, drinking in your every expression, the way your eyes light up and sparkle in your hands. his voice is warm as he agrees with you.

“and we love spoiling you,” he says, his words filled with genuine affection. “especially when you look so happy and radiant like this.” your smile grows even bigger as you stand on your tiptoes, placing a soft kiss on both of their cheeks. “thank you,” you whisper, your voice full of warmth and appreciation, feeling their closeness and affection wrap around you like a blanket.

gojo lets out a low, contented hum as your lips touch his cheek, his smile widening. he leans into the kiss, a hint of a playful gleam in his eyes.

geto’s expression softens even more at your gesture, his eyes filled with pure tenderness. he leans down just a little so you can reach him, his arm encircling around your waist, pulling you close against him.

“you’re more than welcome,” geto replies, his voice gentle and warm. “seeing you smile is all the thanks we need, princess.” his lips grazing your forehead, leaving a kiss in return. “we’ll always make sure you’re happy,” he assures you, his eyes meeting yours with gentle tenderness.

gojo leans down as well, pressing another kiss to your other cheek, his lips lingering against your skin for a moment. “that's right,” he agrees with geto, his tone firm and sincere. “nothing's more important than your smile, princess.”

he straightens up, his hand still on your hip, his touch light but possessive. “we’ll do whatever it takes to keep that beautiful smile on your face,” he adds with a smirk, his eyes filled with affectionate determination.

ANOTHER WAY TO SAY I LOVE YOU

despite all the endless love they shower you with, gojo and geto have a relentless streak when it comes to teasing you. it’s almost as if they take a certain joy in seeing how far they can push you before you throw a fit—just so they can wrap you in their arms afterward, apologize sweetly, and watch your face blush with frustration. they love seeing that upset, pouty expression, knowing it’s only a matter of time before they have to spoil you all over again to make up for it. they never mean any harm, but they certainly enjoy pushing your buttons to the limit.

like today. it’s the weekend, and the three of you somehow got it in your heads that baking a cake together would be a fun, relaxing activity. a dumb idea, really, but none of you were willing to back down once it was suggested. after all, what could possibly go wrong?

the kitchen is a chaotic mess as the three of you work—well, as much as you can call it "work." geto is organizing the ingredients with precision, while you and gojo stand side by side, tasked with mixing the batter. or rather, you’re trying to mix the batter while gojo is making a mess of things. despite geto’s clear instructions to use a spoon or whisk, gojo insisted on mixing with his hands, which he dramatically donned gloves for, claiming it was more "authentic" and "fun." you should have known better than to let him go along with it.

as you focus on your part of the task, suddenly, you feel gojo’s hand on your arm. “hey, come here for a second,” he says innocently, pulling you closer to him. before you even realize what’s happening, his gloved hand, completely covered in wet dough, smears all over your arm.

you scream, jerking back in surprise, staring down at your dough-coated arm in disbelief. “satoru! what the hell?” your voice is a mix of shock and frustration as you look at him, wide-eyed.

gojo lets out a laugh at your reaction, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of amusement and mischief. “what?” he says, feigning innocence, a sly smile on his face. “it was just a little accidental cake batter on your arm. it’s harmless.”

geto, meanwhile, shakes his head, clearly exasperated at gojo's antics. he looks at you, then at gojo, his expression a mix of annoyance and amusement. “satoru, you're going to undo all the work we've done so far.”

“ah, come on, it’s just a bit of fun,” gojo replies, a mischievous grin on his face, clearly enjoying the situation. he continues to mix the batter with his gloved hands, creating more of a mess in the process—intentional or not.

geto rolls his eyes but can’t help but crack a smile, shaking his head again at the mess they’re making in the kitchen. “yeah, fun for you, maybe. not so much for the rest of us trying to actually bake a cake.”

you let out a loud groan, stomping your foot in frustration. “ugh! now the batter’s all over me! it’s sticky, and it’s going to ruin my clothes!” you stretch your arms out awkwardly, trying your hardest to keep the messy dough from spreading any further onto your outfit.

“satoru!” you whine, shooting him a glare as you attempt to shake the dough off, but it’s clinging stubbornly to your skin. “this is so gross! now i have to clean this off, and if it gets on my clothes, i swear i’m not baking with you two again!” your mini tantrum cracking a bigger smile from geto's lips.

gojo chuckles in response, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “aww, it's just a little batter, princess. don’t be such a drama queen,” he replies, his tone nonchalant and carefree.

he mixes the batter some more, creating even more of a mess while enjoying the spectacle of your frustrated reaction. “it's not that bad. you're overreacting. and plus, it's kind of cute seeing you all worked up like this, isn't it geto?” he adds, throwing a glance at his partner.

geto, who’s been watching gojo’s antics with a mixture of amusement and annoyance, sighs deeply, unable to hide his smile completely. “i wouldn’t say cute exactly. more like…mildly entertaining.” he turns his attention to you, his eyes scanning you up and down. “although i will say, the way you’re pouting right now is quite endearing,” he teases.

you scrunch your nose in clear annoyance, giving them both an exaggerated glare. “no, it’s not cute! it’s gross! it’s wet, sticky, and buttery,” you huff, stretching your arms out again in frustration, careful not to get the batter on anything else. “my skin is going to be all oily, and i’ll smell like butter for the rest of the day!” you complain in a dramatic, sassy tone.

“seriously, satoru, why can’t you just mix it like a normal person? why did you have to make this so messy?” you continue, your voice full of mock indignation as you try your best to salvage your dignity.

gojo laughs again at your annoyed reaction, clearly enjoying your frustration. “oh, live a little, princess. it’s just a bit of cake batter. it's not going to kill you, and it definitely won’t kill your sense of style,” he retorts, his tone slightly mocking.

geto just watches with an amused expression, his arms crossed against his chest. “yeah, relax a little, princess. you’re being a bit too high strung about this whole thing. it’s just a little mess.”

you let out an exasperated groan, stomping your feet in frustration as you turn away from them. “ugh, you’re both such assholes!” you shout over your shoulder, your voice a mix of irritation and amusement.

you march over to the sink, the cool water looking like a welcome relief for your sticky arms. as you turn on the faucet, you can’t help but throw a playful glare back at them.

you start rinsing your arms, the water washing away the gooey batter. “seriously, though, who thought baking would be a good idea?” you mumble, shaking your head as the remnants of the cake batter swirl down the drain.

gojo grins widely at your reaction, not seeming remorseful in the slightest. “aww, princess, we’re just having a bit of fun. don’t be so serious,” he replies, his tone still teasing.

geto chuckles softly, his eyes glinting with amusement. “well, it was your idea to bake a cake, remember?” he points out, raising an eyebrow in your direction.

you stop mid-scrub, turning to geto with a fierce glare. “shut up! nobody asked you!” you shoot back, your voice a mix of frustration and playful sass. you resume cleaning your hands, splashing a little more water than necessary as you try to keep a straight face.

gojo laughs out loud at your snappy comeback, clearly enjoying your feistiness. “damn, princess, you’re on fire today,” he remarks, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

geto just grins amusedly at your reaction. “careful, princess. one more outburst like that and you might just burst a blood vessel.” he teases, his tone light and carefree.

you try to ignore their teasing, focusing on rinsing off the last bits of batter from your hands. but just as you think you’ve escaped their antics, you feel gojo’s hands grab your arms again, smothering you in even more cake batter.

“satoru!” you shout, half-laughing and half-exasperated as you watch the globs of sticky mixture cling to your skin. “what is wrong with you?!”

gojo grins mischievously as he watches the look on your face, clearly having the time of his life. “what? you look so damn cute covered in cake batter,” he teases, his hands still holding your wrists firmly.

geto, who’s been watching from the side, finally intervenes, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “satoru, seriously, quit antagonizing her. she’s going to kill you at this rate.”

you feel the frustration bubble up inside you, and despite your best efforts to hold it together, the tears spill over, warm and salty against your cheeks. “why do you always have to tease me?” you manage to choke out, your voice shaky as you stretch your arms awkwardly, trying to shake off the sticky cake batter clinging to your skin.

gojo watches, amusement dancing in his eyes, but the sight of your tears causes his playful demeanor to falter for just a moment. his teasing grin softens as he takes a step closer, still holding your wrists. “hey, come on. it was just a bit of fun. don’t cry,” he says, his tone shifting from mischievous to genuinely concerned.

geto, standing nearby, can’t help but chuckle softly at your reaction, though the warmth in his gaze shows he cares. “looks like our little princess is really upset now,” he remarks, shaking his head with a playful smile. but as he steps closer, the teasing in his eyes melts away, replaced with an affectionate expression.

with a gentle sigh, he walks over to you, his arms opening wide in a comforting gesture. “there you are, our crybaby,” he says softly, wrapping you in a warm embrace that feels like a safe haven. his hold is reassuring, and the way he presses you against his chest makes you feel a bit better despite the tears still streaming down your face.

gojo’s expression changes from amused to genuinely concerned as he watches you trying to hold back your tears, his grip on your wrist loosening a bit.

“princess…” he says softly, his voice filled with regret. “i didn’t mean to make you cry. it was just a stupid joke.”

geto holds you in a comforting embrace, his arms wrapped around you tightly. he can’t help a soft chuckle at your reaction, but his eyes are filled with warmth and concern. “hey, it’s okay, love. it’s just cake batter.”

you snuggle closer into geto's embrace, feeling the warmth radiate from him as you try to steady your breath. your voice is muffled against his chest as you protest, “it’s a mess! and i’m not a crybaby!” the words come out a bit more whiny than you intended, and you can’t help but feel a mix of frustration and vulnerability.

gojo lets out a small sigh, his hand moving to gently pat your head, his touch softer now. “i know, i know. i’m sorry, princess. i shouldn’t have messed around like that.”

geto rubs your back soothingly, his embrace still firm and reassuring. he smiles at your whiny protest, his voice laced with affectionate patience. “oh, you’re not a crybaby?” he teases gently. “then why are you acting like one right now?”

you pull away slightly, still feeling a bit flustered but determined to regain your composure. “shut up,” you mutter, shooting geto a playful glare before turning your attention to gojo. “and you—better clean my arms! look at this mess!”

you stretch out your dough-covered arms dramatically, showing off the sticky concoction that clings to your skin. your pout is half-hearted, a mix of annoyance and amusement that’s hard to hide.

gojo lets out a small laugh, his eyes roaming over your sticky arms. “fine, fine, i’ll clean them. you’re really being such a drama queen about this cake batter.”

he steps closer to you, his hands reaching out to grab your wrists gently. his touch is surprisingly tender, his long fingers wrapping around your arms carefully. “just stay still for a second, princess. let me clean you up.”

he starts to clean your arms, carefully wiping the cake batter away, his touch a mixture of gentle and firm. he takes his time, making sure not to miss any spots and get every bit of batter off your skin. “see, it’s not so bad,” he teases softly.

geto watches from the side, his gaze filled with a mix of amusement and affection. he can’t help but find your dramatic reaction endearing, and he chuckles softly at your pout.

you grumble in mock annoyance. “you guys always do this, don’t you? tease me until I’m crying,” you say, trying to maintain your serious demeanor, but a hint of amusement sparkles in your eyes.

despite the playful pout on your lips, it’s hard to stay upset when gojo is being so gentle and attentive. “it’s like you both get a kick out of it,” you add, rolling your eyes, but the corners of your mouth betray your true feelings, twitching up into a reluctant smile.

gojo chuckles at your complaint, his lips curling into a sly smile. “can you blame us?” he teases. "you’re just too cute when you’re all pouty and worked up. and it’s even cuter when you start acting like a crybaby.”

geto snorts, unable to hold back an amused laugh. “he’s right, you know,” he says, his voice casual but filled with affection. “watching you get all riled up is one of our favorite pastimes.”

geto’s expression softens as he watches you, a warm smile spreading across his face. he gently pats your head, his fingers brushing through your hair. “adorable,” he added, his tone playful yet sincere, “you look really cute when you’re glaring at us like that.” he chuckles softly, noticing how you’re trying so hard to hide your amusement, even as your cheeks flush a bright red from frustration.

“it’s adorable, actually. especially when you’re all worked up and your little pout makes you look even cuter and how your cheeks became red from frustation.” his eyes sparkle with affection, clearly enjoying the moment.

gojo, who's still wiping the batter off your arms, smiles at geto's words, his eyes flicking up to meet his partner's gaze. “i agree,” he says, his tone filled with amusement. “you really do look adorable when you’re all flustered and frustrated like this.”

he grins, his touch growing even gentler as he works. “your little pout and those rosy cheeks? damn, princess, it’s almost too cute,” he chimes in. “it makes me want to just pinch your cheeks and tease you even more just to see you get even more riled up.”

you roll your eyes at gojo’s teasing, crossing your arms defiantly. “i’m not cute,” you insist, trying to maintain a serious expression, but it falters as a hint of a smile threatens to break through.

geto hums softly in response, clearly enjoying the banter. he leans closer, his fingers gently stroking your hair as he plants a soft kiss on your red cheek. “how about we skip the mess and just buy a cake from that bakery you love so much?” he suggests, his voice smooth and soothing. “i think that sounds much better than dealing with this chaos.”

you pucker your lips, trying to hide the smile spreading across your face as you nod in agreement. “fine, if you're forcing me,” you say, your tone a mix of reluctance and excitement. you can’t help but feel a little giddy at the thought of indulging in a delicious cake from your favorite bakery.

gojo rolls his eyes at your protest. “please. you’re adorable and you know it,” he retorts, his tone playful. “and there’s no point in hiding it either, princess. we know the truth.”

geto chuckles at your agreement, his voice warm and affectionate. “that’s our princess, always giving in so easily,” he teases, planting another soft kiss on your cheek before stepping away. “let’s go get your cake, love.”

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darylssunshine · 6 months ago

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Golden

genre: fluff

word count: 761

a/n: yes ik this isn't that long but I just needed to express how beautiful Daryl is

You squinted, the harsh light of the outside world flooding your bedroom and into your sleep-addled eyes. Your hand instinctively was brought up to your face to shield it from the onslaught of light, ducking your head deeper into the pillow below you. You took a view moments before slowly blinking them back open and the world around you gradually became less blurry. The window that was just assaulting you seconds before, the soft blanket that kept you warm, and… your husband.

You genuinely forget that he sleeps next to you sometimes, with how much he refuses to sleep or goes on supply runs that take multiple days. When he does actually take the time to rest, you selfishly soak in the sight.

He looked so peaceful, something that harshly juxtaposed his usual stressed demeanor. Golden rays of sunlight from the window on your side of the bed danced across his face, giving him an almost holy glow. One arm was tucked beneath his pillow as a head rest, while the other was loosely draped around your waist, holding the two of you in an instinctual embrace. Soft breaths that were bordering on deep snores could be heard emanating from his parted lips, and you responded with a faint smile. You honestly couldn't believe that a man as perfect as him was sleeping beside you. You had to pinch yourself sometimes.

You sighed, knowing that you and Daryl couldn't cuddle in bed for the rest of eternity. There was work to be done. Tenderly, you gave him a kiss on the tip of his nose and moved a stray hair out of his face, lightly rubbing the side of his head with your thumb. You swore Daryl very faintly smiled at this in his sleep. Untucking yourself from the covers, you gently swung your legs to the side of the bed, stood up, and stretched.

The smell of bacon filled the kitchen, along with the consistent sizzling of the meat on the frying pan. You gripped the handle of the pan and flipped on over with tongs. Rick had been lucky enough to find several working coffee pots on a run a couple weeks ago, so you were utilizing it to its fullest. It's bitter as all hell, but it's better than being dead all day. Your mug was steaming next to the stove top as you stretched your stiff neck, turning the heat off. You padded over to the corner of the kitchen to grab the bread and jam out of one of the cabinets, when you heard soft footsteps exiting the bedroom. You didn't turn around, but you smiled to yourself.

Two firm, bare arms wrapped around your torso and you felt a weight on your shoulder. You placed the bread and jam on the counter below and rested your arms on the forearms that were now caging you in an embrace.

“Hey, sleepyhead.”

He softly grunted in response, knowing that his mouth was right next to your ear.

“Mornin’, sunshine.”

Your heart skipped a beat. His voice was so deep and rumbly in the morning. This man will never know how much he flusters you on a daily basis.

You snickered and turned around in his hold, immediately placing a hand on his cheek, slowly rubbing your thumb across his stubble. He had remained shirtless, only having enough energy to pull on a pair of nearby sweatpants. Your bright eyes met his equally bright blue irises, though they were half-lidded, still full of sleep.

“Dar, have I told you how pretty you are when you’re just waking up?”

His eyes were already closed again, leaning into your touch. “Ya have. Still don’t believe ya.”

“Guess I’ll just have to make you believe, then.”

You pulled him into a lazy kiss, your hands now on both sides of his face. It wasn’t hungry, nor longing, it was a reminder that you were his, every second of every day, no matter what state he was in.

Daryl punctuated the slow kiss by releasing the hold he had on your waist to grip the back of your thighs and cradle your back. Suddenly, he effortlessly lifted you into the bridal position, gripping you in place with his strong hands. “Dar, what’re you doing??” You said in between a fit of giggles.

He placed a kiss on the top of your head. “Yer comin’ back ta bed. Wanna hold ya.”

You didn’t protest in the slightest, sighing contently while nuzzling your head into your husband’s chest, the bacon and the coffee forgotten.

#daryl dixon #twd #the walking dead #twd daryl dixon #daryl twd #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon fanfic #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x gender neutral reader #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon fluff #i am a sucker for sleepy daryl #he's so pretty

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angel5ofp0rn · 7 months ago

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♡ part eleven ♡

ExHusband!Price x f!reader

You have been re-married to your former ex-husband John Price for a few days now. Because, at the end of the day, John is a gentleman and would be damned if he were to have a child out of wedlock.

He’s at the grill on your back porch, beer in one hand and a pair of tongs in the other. A few of his SAS buddies, who came for the small re-marriage ceremony and are leaving tomorrow, are chatting with John while you greet the parents of your children’s friends for your youngest’s birthday party.

“Another little John, huh?” Kyle, one of John’s SAS buddies, nods towards your barely-visible baby bump and takes a sip of his beer.

“Another little John.” You confirm with a grin and rub a hand over your bump that is mostly concealed with your sundress.

“Gonna keep trying until one of ‘em finally looks like you?” He matches your grin.

“That, or until John gets his own personal football team. Whichever comes first.” You joke. Kyle just shakes his head with a chortle.

You look back towards the porch, watching John expertly handle the grill. He catches your eye and gives you a wink, making your heart flutter despite the years and the complications.

"How’ve you been holding up, then?" Kyle asks, a bit more seriously now, his eyes searching yours. “Heard you just found out about Nadia and Theo a few months ago.”

You smile softly, looking out over the yard where the kids are playing, laughter and shouts filling the air.

"It's been... an adjustment. But we're making it work."

Kyle nods, his expression understanding. “‘Course. You two’ve always had something special, haven’t you?”

Before you can respond, a small hand tugs at Kyle’s pant leg. You look down to see your oldest, wide-eyed and bouncing with excitement. "Uncle Kyle, can you play socc- I mean, football with us?"

Kyle grins, setting his beer down on a nearby picnic table. "Sure thing, champ. Let's show these old folks how it's done."

You laugh as Kyle and your oldest head off further in the yard, the other children tow. As you watch them play, you notice Matt walking through the gate with his daughter.

A small knot forms in your stomach as the man approaches, a polite smile on his face. "Hey there," he greets, his eyes flicking to John at the grill before settling back on you.

"Hey, Matt," you reply, trying to keep your tone light. "I'm glad you and Emma could make it."

His daughter, Emma, runs off to join the other kids, and Matt stands there awkwardly for a moment. "How’ve you been?" he asks, his voice gentle.

"Good," you say, nodding, blushing. "Things have been good."

John, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, wraps an arm around your waist, the other still holding a beer. "Mark," he says with a nod, his tone neutral. "Good to see you."

“You too, John," Matt replies with a smile. He’s not phased by the purposely incorrect name, or at least he’s not showing it.

You nudge John with your elbow and he covers his smirk by taking a swig of his beer.

Matt eventually joins some of the other parents in watching their children play football or jump around in the bouncy house.

“Why do you have to be such a jerk?” You glance up at John.

“What?” He gives you an unconvincingly innocent look.

You roll your eyes and grab the nearly empty lemonade pitcher from the table. You take in inside to refill it, leaving John outside with everyone else.

You hear the sliding glass door open while you’re slicing fresh lemons to put into the pitcher. John appears behind you, his hands finding your hips and pulling you into him. His facial hair tickles your neck as he presses a few kisses there.

“C’mon, love. Y’r not upset with me ‘cause of Mitch, are ya?” He murmurs.

“His name is Matt.” You correct, still focusing on the lemonade. “I just don’t know why you have to act like that. His daughter is one of Gabriel’s best friends, I see him all the time at school pick up and at soccer practice. It’s already awkward because of that date we went on; I don’t want it to be even worse every time we see each-“

You gasp when you feel John lifting the skirt of your dress up your thighs.

He hooks his index finger around your thong, moving it to the side for access. “Ya still have feelings f’r him? Hm?”

You shake your head ‘no’, setting the knife and lemon down on the cutting board. John hums as if he’s considering your answer.

You hear his belt coming undone. Then his zipper.

“Saw how flustered and red you got when he was talkin’ to you…” John mumbles, his hardness pressing up against your entrance. “Can’t have that, now, can we?”

You slowly shake your head again.

John’s head pushes past your lips and he sinks into you slowly, wanting you to feel every inch pushing deeper inside of you.

“Y’think he could make you feel like this?” John whispers, his breath hitting the back of your neck. “Think he’d know exactly how you like it? Hm?”

“N-no,” You shake your head again. Your hands ball up into fists as you try not to moan too loudly. “John, the party-“

“It can wait.” You could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

John reaches a hand around to stimulate your throbbing clit with his middle finger while your walls tighten around his thick member.

“All mine,” John grunts as he thrusts deep into your tight little pussy. “I don’ care if I have to fuck you in front of him to make it clear.”

You both come within a few minutes. Your eyes roll back, you can hear your heart beating in your ears.

“Uncle Si? Is my mummy getting the cake?” You hear your youngest ask outside. Your eyes widen for a moment and you almost push John off of you, but Simon casually redirects the birthday girl away from the house and back into the yard.

John finally pulls out and tucks himself back into his pants. He adjusts your dress for you, gives your ass a slap and takes the pitcher.

“Go get y’rself cleaned up, lovey. We’ll do the cake when you get back.” He presses a kiss to your temple and heads outside.

You stand in the kitchen, dizzy and blushing…

And triumphant, because your little plan to make John jealous worked.

A little drama never hurt.

•••

You lean down to press a kiss to your oldest’s head from where he’s fast asleep, lying on top of Kyle on the living room sofa.

“Little man partied hard.” Kyle grins. You offer to take him up to bed so Kyle could relax more comfortably, but he waved you away. He said something about how he couldn’t let you carry anything, let alone a five year old, while pregnant.

You just shrug and head upstairs. Simon is on his third or fourth bedtime story, and your youngest is trying her hardest to hold her eyes open.

“Goodnight, birthday girl.” You press a kiss to her head.

“Mummy, you forgot uncle Si.” Your now three year old yawns and rubs her eyes with her little fist.

“Goodnight, Simon.” You grin, then press a kiss to the top of his head as well. Your daughter burst into giggles.

“g‘night,” Simon mumbled shyly. “Now, li’l miss. This is our last book, got it?” He warned your toddler in his fake-stern tone.

You finally get to your room and immediately walk to the master bathroom. John’s already in the shower and hasn’t noticed you walking in.

You’re quick to undress and toss the clothes into the hamper before stepping into the shower behind your ex husband.

You wrap your arms around his waist, hugging him close to yourself.

John doesn’t even flinch- he never does. He just continues washing his hair as if you’d been here the whole time.

“Kids asleep?” He asks casually, turning to wrap you up in his own arms.

“Kyle’s got Gabe, Simon has Lins.” You confirm as you let your eyes close, resting your head against John’s bare chest.

“And who has you?” John asks with a lazy smile. He begins to wash your hair for you without you asking, as if it was just natural for him to care for you.

“You have me.” You murmur, still hugging him. “‘m all yours.”

“That’s wha’ I wanted to hear.” John has his hands on either side of your head. He tilts it back just enough for him to give you a proper kiss on the lips before going back to washing you.

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dollwrites · 2 years ago

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𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 — 𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐢 𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨

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𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading <3

𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 ∣ consensual by landon tewers

“Again.”

you suck in a breath through your teeth, and stifle your own sound of incredulousness— another one? gripping the pillow in both hands and digging your knees in, straddling the fluff, you grind your bare core into it. you’d already soaked through, and your body was quivering, thighs wanting to push the pillow from between them and snap closed. you’d already cum so many times. “Are you sure?” you whisper, breathless, and roll your hips slow to ease back into the stimulation. leaning back, you put your naked figure on display for him to watch as you squirm. your eyelids are heavy, but your eyes flicker to him. “You don’t want me to do anything for you?”

Obanai was perched on a chair in the darkened corner, shadows dancing over his partially concealed features, but his eyes twinkle as he watches you. you couldn’t even be sure he was enjoying the show you were working hard to put on— he hadn’t shifted once, and his draping sleeves didn’t shift as if he were palming some secret erection. he was just staring. silently. and when you’d cum, you’d moan his name, roll your eyes and arch your back, and his only response would be one word. “Again.” he hadn’t even bothered to touch you, keeping his distance since he’d first crept inside.

“I’ll do anything for you,” you purr, batting your lashes, hoping that you could escape this looping orgasm hell by getting him off, instead. “Use my hands? They’re very soft.” you bite your lip, humming soft when your throbbing clit rubs against the damp fabric, “I could suck your cock. Make you cum with a single flick of my tong—“

“No.”

your lips purse, but you didn’t want to look too disappointed. Obanai hadn’t been one to visit you, not like the others did, and you started to feel like maybe he didn’t like you. that’s why you’d been overwhelmed with excitement to see his form darken the doorway of your bedroom, but an hour later and all he’s done was stare, seemingly unblinking, from the shadows as you fucked a pillow.

“Nothing?” you shift, trying to rub yourself slower, limit the amount of friction. “You can have me however you want, you know.” truth be told, you wanted to hold back from another climax, unsure if your body could handle another. you couldn’t force yourself through another one, but he was glaring at you.

“You’re stalling.” he mutters. “I said I want you to cum again.”

you grip the pillow tighter, rocking your hips a little faster, but still careening to avoid the rasping of your sensitive clit into the plush. “I… I’ve cum three times already.” you counter. you’d given up trying to hide how careful you were being. “I don’t know if I can—“

he stood up.

he stood up and your breath caught in your throat. your hips stutter, because he’s across the room in the blink of an eye, standing before you, and you’re suddenly speechless. regardless of his stature, Obanai was intimidating. his gaze was impossible to read, and he was so damn quiet. you hadn’t had a chance to spend any kind of time to get to know what he liked or what he disliked, but you could tell by the chilled glare he was giving you now that he didn’t like being talked back to.

“I— I’m sorry…” you whisper. you had no idea what he was capable of. you were suddenly nervous to be alone in this dark, quiet room with him.

would he hurt you?

your heart was pounding against your rib cage so violently it hurt, and you were certain he heard it, too. without a word, his arm outstretches, stuffing his hand between the pillow and your sex. you yelp in surprise when he cups it. his touch isn’t as rough as some of the others, and his slender fingers seek your clit, gliding over it like twin serpents until your eyes are rolling back and you’re writhing in his palm. “O—Obanai—“

“If you won’t give me another willingly,” he murmurs, his other hand clamping down on your chin and angling your face up towards him. your lids flutter, lips slack, “I’ll take it from you.�� his eyes are zeroed in on you as his first two fingers, now slick, hook inside, and his thumb presses hard on your button. you moan, thighs trembling and clamping against his forearm, “You’re going to let me rip it out of you. And however many I want after that. If I want to see you cum again and again, so you’re too exhausted to do a thing but lay there and take it by the time the sun comes up, you’ll just have to endure it. I can have you how I want, isn’t that what you said?”

you nod, obedient, with one hand grasping his wrist. you didn’t try to pry it from your cunt, not that you thought that you could if you wanted to, but the grip was keeping you grounded. “Yes…” you groan, all your nerves screaming as your stomach knots up, “fuck, yes…”

those lithe digits spread inside you, stretching against your fervent clenching, and you dig your nails into his wrist. “That’s how I want you.” his voice is husky and heavy with lust, and for the first time tonight you can hear it. his other thumb runs over your bottom lip, and you’re all too quick to take it into your mouth, grazing it with your teeth, forcing your eyes back open to look up at him, though you were wincing as you teeter on the edge of the most powerful climax thus far. he doesn’t pull it from you, or push it deeper into your mouth, instead allowing you to use it as you pleased, as he did with your core. “So sensitive you can’t even keep your eyes open, shaking and needy and positively pathetic. Cumming as many times as I decide.” you nod, again, vision blurry as he pumps his fingers knuckle deep. it felt like he was tickling the knots that were bunching up inside you, teasing them to force an unraveling.

“T—take it, then,” you beg, words slurred as you nibble on his thumb, “It’s yours… please, please!”

it certainly wasn’t your proudest moment, crying out for him as you tremble and come utterly undone, eyes rolled back and tongue lazing out to taste his digit. your walls clench his fingers, spasming so erratically that you weren’t even sure if he’d be able to withdraw them until the waves of convulsions stopped. you aren’t even able to stay sitting upright, and collapse forward, slumping with your face buried in his midsection. your other hand grips his clothes, babbling your slurred gratitude.

Obanai doesn’t move back to avoid your clinging, nor does he slow down— driving his fingers home at the same pace and forcing you to ride out the euphoria until you’re wrecked with aftershocks and panting.

you’ve no doubt drooled over his uniform when he finally pries his thumb from between your teeth and pushes you back. you sit back on your bum, the absence of his fingers leaving your weeping core feeling sickeningly empty. “Open your mouth.” you do so without so much as opening your eyes, and you taste yourself when he shoves his fingers inside. “Are you too sensitive to give me another?”

you nod, sucking each digit clean. thank goodness, you thought. he’s going to give you a break. maybe you impressed him.

“Good. Lie on your back and spread your legs,” he orders and your stomach does a flip realizing that he’s nowhere near done with you, “I want to fuck another one out of your tender cunt.”

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"how the ice melts" || song mingi || ice on my teeth (+18 mafia) ||

| genre: mafia! mingi x shybartender! reader | mentions: cursing. creampie. public fuck. using ice. unprotected (tap it up!).

You were still new to your job, adjusting to the hustle and bustle of serving customers. Your primary responsibility was to deliver orders to their tables—when luck was on your side, customers opted to wait at the counter instead. But tonight, luck wasn’t on your side.

“Hey, you okay handling a few more on your own? I need a break.”

Your heart sank at the words. One of your colleagues was already removing her apron, heading toward the back. You couldn’t argue—she’d been working tirelessly since morning, skipping her noon break. Now that it was past ten, she deserved the rest she needed.

You forced a smile and nodded. “Sure, take your time.”

Regret settled in immediately, but you couldn’t take it back.

As the night dragged on and midnight approached, the café had quieted. You were wiping down the counter when the screech of high chairs being pulled across the marble floor caught your attention.

Looking up, your breath hitched. This time, your heart didn’t just sink—it quickened. Standing there was a man removing a long black coat, revealing a partially unbuttoned silk shirt. His toned chest peeked through, adorned with a silver necklace that glinted under the soft lights.

You quickly looked away, pretending to focus on cleaning as your hands trembled slightly.

“I-Is there something you’d like, sir?” you asked, your voice unsteady. Usually, handling customers like him wasn’t your task—it was your colleague’s. But she still hadn’t returned after nearly two hours.

He glanced up from his phone, briefly scanning the menu beside him. “I’ll have the mocktail lava,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “And some ice, please.”

Nodding quickly, you grabbed a small silver tray with a bucket of ice and tongs, setting it before him. You then moved to prepare his drink, pulling out a cocktail glass while trying to steady your shaking hands.

What happened next, though, made you freeze.

Instead of using the tongs, the man reached into the bucket with his bare hand, grabbing an ice cube. You stared, dumbfounded, as he let it rest in his palm, the ice quickly melting. Water dripped down his large hand, pooling on the marble counter.

You couldn’t help but gawk. How could he just hold the ice like that? You remembered the numbing pain you’d felt the last time you tried holding ice barehanded—it hadn’t lasted more than a few seconds before you had to drop it.

“It’s not painful,” the man murmured, breaking your thoughts.

You squeaked in surprise, realizing you’d been caught staring. Quickly, you turned back to your task, pretending to be busy as heat rushed to your cheeks.

The man chuckled, the sound deep and amused. “It’s not as painful as you think,” he continued, his voice softer now. “It’s… soothing.”

Despite yourself, you stole another glance at him, watching as the last of the ice melted in his hand, water slipping through his fingers. His calm, almost serene expression intrigued you. You didn’t respond, choosing instead to focus on finishing his drink, though his words lingered in your mind.

“Here .. sir.” You slide the drink smoothly towards him before you turn around busy yourself with anything that would distract your awful mind and pulsating dripping pussy.

The low hum of the room was broken only by the clinking of glasses. Mingi sat at the head of the polished table, his broad frame exuding authority. His sharp suit was a stark contrast to the nervous energy of the man sitting across from him, who was fiddling with his tie.

“You said you’d meet my terms,” Mingi began, his voice calm but heavy, like the rumble of a storm in the distance. His eyes were cold, locked on the man who dared to break his word.

“I understand, Mr. Song,” the man stammered, wiping sweat from his brow. “But you have to see—these conditions are—well, they’re a bit... restrictive. Perhaps if we adjusted the percentage slightly, I could—”

Mingi raised a hand, silencing him. The room seemed to grow quieter, the air heavier. “Restrictive?” he repeated, leaning forward, his elbows resting on the table. “I gave you an opportunity to walk away with a fair deal. Now you’re telling me you want more?”

The man swallowed hard but pressed on, his desperation palpable. “It’s not about wanting more. It’s just... the risks involved, they’re significant. If you could consider increasing your offer by just five percent—”

“Five percent?” Mingi’s voice dropped an octave, his tone sharp as a blade. He leaned back, drumming his fingers on the table. “You’re asking for five percent more when you haven’t delivered on a single promise?”

The man hesitated, his bravado wavering under Mingi’s unwavering gaze. “I just—look, we can still make this work. If you’re willing to—”

Mingi’s fist came down on the table, the sound echoing through the room. “Enough.” His voice cut through the air like thunder. “You come into my space, waste my time, and then try to change the terms? Do you think I’m running a charity?”

The man flinched, his face pale. “N-No, sir. Of course not, I just—”

“You just underestimated me.” Mingi rose to his feet, towering over the man, who shrank back into his chair. “Here’s how this ends: you meet my original terms, or the deal is off. No renegotiations. No second chances.”

The man’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, but he nodded quickly, his voice barely a whisper. “Understood, Mr. Song.”

Mingi stared him down for a moment longer before sitting back down, his composure returning like a mask slipping into place. “Good. Then we’re done here.”

Without another word, Mingi signaled for his assistant, who escorted the trembling man out. As the door closed behind them, Mingi picked up his glass, swirling the amber liquid inside before taking a slow sip. His jaw tightened as he muttered to himself, “Amateurs.”

Wooyoung arrived just as Mingi’s assistant escorted the man out, frustration still etched into Mingi’s features. The younger man whistled as he stepped inside, his sharp eyes immediately picking up on the tense atmosphere.

“Not good?” Wooyoung asked, his tone casual as he surveyed the room.

Mingi leaned back in his chair, his jaw tightening as he let out a deep sigh. “Waste of time,” he muttered, rubbing his temples. “Tried to push higher bids, but none of it added up. Can’t believe I even entertained that.”

Wooyoung smirked, unfazed. “Classic,” he quipped, his arm sliding effortlessly around the waist of a woman who trailed in after him. She clung to him, laughing softly, her hands tracing patterns over his chest as if the room was theirs alone.

Mingi clicked his tongue, his frustration morphing into irritation at the scene. “Yah, Woo,” he snapped, his voice carrying the weight of his authority. “If you’re gonna do that here, at least take it somewhere else. I don’t need to watch you—”

The door opened before he could finish, drawing his attention away. You walked in, balancing a tray of drinks with practiced ease. The soft click of your heels against the polished floor echoed faintly as you entered, your head held high despite the noise and energy of the room.

Your uniform skirt swayed just above your knees, complemented by sleek black leggings that accentuate your figure. The crisp white button-up shirt you wore hinted at lace beneath, an unintentional tease that didn’t go unnoticed by Mingi.

You paused briefly at the sight of Wooyoung and his companion. With a barely audible sigh, you set the tray down with precision, casting a quick glance at the pair before looking away yet a blushed was evident on your cheeks.

Mingi’s sharp eyes followed your every movement, his irritation ebbing into something else entirely. A smirk crept onto his lips, slow and deliberate, as he leaned back in his chair, the tension in his body shifting into a predatory calm. You hadn’t even looked his way yet, but he was already captivated.

An hour later, your co-worker returned, looking slightly disheveled. You didn’t comment—she probably managed to sneak in a nap during her extended break. With a tired smile, you handed her the apron and returned to your usual spot at the counter.

It was the same spot where he had been sitting earlier, though now, to your dismay, he’d moved to one of the VIP sectors. You didn’t know which one, but a part of you couldn’t help wishing he’d stayed there for the rest of your shift.

“Hey, Sector 1 order is ready,” your co-worker called, balancing a tray of drinks before setting it down on the counter.

You nodded, propping the tray on one hand as you made your way toward the VIP area. The bouncer stationed at the door gave you a quick once-over before stepping aside to let you through.

What you saw next made your stomach flip.

Right in front of you, a woman—barely dressed, her tight dress slipping dangerously low—sat straddled on a man’s lap. Their mouths were locked in a heated, messy kiss, completely oblivious to their surroundings. Your instincts screamed at you to avert your eyes, and you did, lowering your gaze immediately as your cheeks burned with embarrassment. You stepped forward hesitantly, balancing the tray as you placed the cocktails and wine on the table.

But then, a familiar voice broke through the tension.

“Ice, baby, can you bring me another bucket?”

Your head snapped up at the sound, and there he was. The man from earlier, lounging casually on a plush velvet couch. His posture was relaxed, legs slightly spread, the leather of his pants taut against his thighs in a way that made you swallow hard. He was still fidgeting with a melting ice cube in his hand, the droplets glistening against his skin.

He caught your gaze, his smirk growing as if he knew exactly what effect he had on you.

“Don’t keep me waiting,” he added, his voice teasing, yet commanding enough to send a shiver down your spine. You nodded stiffly, your heart pounding as you quickly turned to retrieve the bucket. All the while, you could feel his eyes following your retreat, the weight of his attention lingering long after you’d left the room.

When you return, the couple that were messily making out are gone and so is the bouncer. Which makes you confused yet you shake it off as it is not your business and place the bucket of ice beside the other drinks.

“Icy,” the man drawled, his voice low and deliberate. Your head turned in his direction, finding him still lounging comfortably, one ankle lazily draped over his knee. His sharp eyes locked on yours as he leaned forward, the movement deliberate and commanding.

You swallowed hard, nerves fluttering in your chest as you instinctively stepped closer. Mingi leaned back slightly, a sly smirk playing on his lips as he extended a hand toward you, palm up.

“Give me your hand,” he said, his tone both inviting and teasing.

Confused but too caught up in the moment to question him, you slowly extended your hand. His fingers brushed against yours as he took a single ice cube from the bucket and placed it gently in your palm.

A soft gasp escaped your lips at the sudden chill, the ice burning in its intensity as it met your skin. Your hand instinctively twitched, but his gaze held you in place, the corner of his mouth curling upward as though he found your reaction amusing. He moved the ice around your palm, “It is not as painful as you think it is. It’s normal for a body to react to anything.”

The soft noises you made seemed to stir something deep within Mingi. He sighed, tossing the ice to the side as he rose to his full height. The sheer size of him overshadowed your figure, and you found yourself tilting your head upward to meet his intense, hooded gaze.

Without breaking eye contact, he reached for a fresh piece of ice from the bucket, his movements deliberate and measured. “Open,” he commanded, his voice low and rough, sending a shiver down your spine.

Your eyes widened at the unexpected instruction, but the gentle grip of his fingers on your chin coaxed you to comply. His thumb brushed over your lips as he carefully placed the ice cube between them, his touch leaving a fleeting warmth against your skin.

The coolness of the ice was sharp against your tongue, but it was the weight of his gaze that made your breath hitch. Mingi's jaw tensed, a subtle reaction that betrayed the growing tension as his eyes lingered on you.

“When it melts,” he murmured, his voice a whisper that seemed to reverberate through you, “tell me.”

The bucket of ice is almost half empty yet Mingi isn’t finished yet as he grabs another ice cube and places them in your mouth. The ice cube holds in your loud moans as you rock back and forth, the water dripping out the corner of your lips, down to your chin and rolls down on your neck disappearing between the valley of your breast. Your grip on the couch tightens and so does your hole clenching tightly around his cock, a white ring already forming around the base.

“Fuck~” He groans as his grip on your hips tightens as Mingi took an ice cube, and holds it against your already numb and glistening pussy. You squirm, moving back which makes Mingi hiss as he runs it up to your clothed tits. The coldness penetrated through and it made your nipples hard, grazing on your clothes painfully. As bold as you were right now, you reach over to your uniform and fumble with the buttons, Mingi sees what you were doing; smirking as he leans over, his glistening chest from the sweat.

“Let me.” Before you process his hands crawling on your button up when he rips it open, some of the buttons flying, exposing your lace black bra. Mingi groans as he speeds up his thrust behind you. The ice melted in your mouth, taking the advantage to moan loudly.

A squeak left your lips as Mingi suddenly pulled you up to his chest, gripping your jaw in his hand, “Didn’t I tell you to tell me when it melts?” His voice gruffed and hard as he kept the speed up. Your eyes slowly rolled back in bliss as you nodded, head on the clouds.

“Yes … Yes Mingi!~Fuck!” You rolled your hips to meet his thrust to which made Mingi chuckles deeply, reaching over to your lace bra as he yanks it down. Your tits bouncing out of the premises of your bra and the cold temperature hitting your hard nipples.

“Yes, keep moaning for me baby, let me show you how ice melts faster.” Instead of one, he took two ice cubes already emptying the bucket. Taking each of the ice cube in his hands as he places them each on your nipples. A loud gasp left your lips as you grab on each of Mingi’s wrist trying to yank it away from the pain yet so blissful.

“Mi-Mingi!” You whimper as he rolled the ice cubes around your nipples, the water dripping downwards and disappearing between your body and clothes, Mingi loves how you have gone tighter and tighter making him close to his high.

“I’m coming Icy, come on just a little more for me okay? It’s not painful right?” Your whimpers were sort of an answer to him as he sped up. Your tits bounce the same time as he circles the cube until it has all melted, only for him to pinch and circle them. Your head throws back as you have no time to tell you have reached your high as you creamed right on his cock.

Mingi feels your pussy pulsating as you come down from your high, he grips on your hips to pull out until you hold him in place. Mingi felt his hips stammering, calling to you gently “Baby?”

Looking over your shoulders, your eyes glistening in pleasure tears, cheeks all flushed and your curtain hair had tipped Mingi over the edge along with your words, “Inside me please.”

His fingers tightly grip on your hips as he leans forward, burying his face on your hair as it comes inside, spurting his seeds inside, painting your walls white. Mingi gasps loudly behind you as squeeze your hips before he pulls out, Mingi looks at your puckered hole; eyeing it as it opens slightly and gushes of his white seeds trails out.

Mingi bit his lip as he looked over at you, a smirk on his lips, eyes darkening slightly in lust, “I have more ice at home.”

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Cream Puff!! | Getou Suguru

(Readers gender isn’t specified but reader has a dick)

(Getou has a dick it’s just ignored)(I need him doing the splits on my shit idk)

Synopsis ☆: Your favorite police officer comes to your bakery before closing

Warnings: dirty talk, feminization, biting, little bit of a gun kink, marking, begging

It was mid day and you were so so busy. You had a birthday party that you had to make 100 cupcakes for. The color theme was green and purple. You had all 100 made already but you hadn’t put the frosting on any. So you were currently in the kitchen frosting cupcakes, while also trying to keep up with people who come in. You work at your bakery alone, it was kind of small in the first place, so you didn’t see a need in hiring anybody.

You were almost done with the cupcakes you just needed to frost the other 20. You heard the bell at the front,dusting off your hands and trying to look presentable you walk up to the front. You see nanami a customer you usually see. “Hi what can I get for you today” he smiles a little “can I get 2 cream puffs” you smirk a bit “stop being so dirty minded” he said you grabbed the tongs and went to get his cream puffs “who said I was thinking dirty” you looked at him while putting his treats in a paper blue baggie. You grabbed napkins and handed it to him “Thank you for coming sir I hope you come again soon~” you said that last part a little flirty. He flushed a bit, grabbed his cream puffs and left.

The sky was a mixture between orange and yellow indicating the day is almost over. You finished the cupcakes 2 minutes ago, leaving them in the fridge so whoever comes to pick them up tomorrow will have them fresh. You were doing a bit of cleaning because it was almost time for you to close up. Perking up at the sound of the bell ringing at the front of your bakery, You walked up ready to tell them that you just threw out all the sweets you had in the front for the night so that you could make fresh ones in the morning.

You walked up to the front only to be surprised when you see Getou. You and Getou have a bit of history, you two always flirts but it doesn’t go anywhere past that. Getou Is scared because as a police officer a lot of people hate him, and he feels that if you two get together then people will start coming for you. You try to tell him that you can handle yourself, because you can. You’re a little bigger than Getou muscle wise, but height wise you’re basically towering over him. He doesn’t know how much longer he can hold out though, he wants to get fucked by you so bad. You are just so tempting.

You walked up to the counter smirking “well hello officer” Getou smiled and leaned against the counter “hi my favorite baker~” he flirted back. “What do you need” you asked looking him up and down. He looked good. His long hair that you just wanted to pull on flowing down his back. Hes in his police uniform that accentuated his hips and his ass you just wanna tear that uniform off him and have him bouncing on your- “ummm” the sound of getous voice made you look up. He was looking at the menu trying to figure out what he wants.

“Can I get some brownies” you nodded and Told him “it might be a while because I have to make a fresh batch.” “Awe a new batch just for me” you rolled your eyes “no I just threw out the ones that’ve been out all day” you were about to walk to the back to begin until you heard Getou say something “what was that?”you asked “can I come back there and help you?” The way he looked at you was kind of Mischevious, like he was planning on doing something sneaky. “Okay come on” he walked through the little door to the kitchen and you both started to prepare for the brownies.

All of the ingredients were in the bowl now it was time to stir. “Can I do it” Getou said. All he’s been doing is talking your ear off so it’s best if you put him to work. You handed him the bowl and he stepped right infront of you. He started mixing but he did it too gently. “Like this?” He asked questioningly. You went up close behind him and grabbed his hand that was holding the whisk, guiding his hand to whisk the brownie batter harder. “Yea just like that” ‘oh my godd’ Getou couldn’t even focus on mixing the batter anymore. The way you huskily spoke so close to his ear he just wanted to get fucked now.

You let go of Getou going to get the pan for the brownies. “Oh my goodness I almost forgot” you said “what?” He replied. You grabbed chocolate chips from the drawer and dropped some into the bowl. “To make it more chocolately” looking at Getou not realizing how close you two were. You looked at his lips, pink, fat lips that were just waiting to be sucked on. Wanting to calm some of the rising tension in the kitchen, You cleared your throat taking the bowl from Getou. You poured the brownie mixture onto the pan and put it in the already preheated oven. Getou sighed and sat down on the counter. You raised your eyebrow at him “Get your ass off my counter” and slapped his thigh. He jumped a bit enjoying the slap a bit too much.

He bit his lip and ignored what you said. It was silent for a few until he spoke up. “Do you sell cream pies?” You blinked and looked at him. “No” “well you should” he responded. You went over to him and placed your arms on each side of him. “Why should I?” You said leaning closer to him. Getou couldn’t take the tension anymore, he brought his hands to the back of your neck bringing you even closer to him. He wrapped his legs around your waist bringing your front closer to his ass. He felt you. It was through your pants but he could tell you were big. “Because I really really want one”

You smashed your lips onto getous, making him arch his back into the kiss. He fully wrapped his arms around your neck and you bit onto his lip making him moan. You kissed down to his neck and started leaving marks. “Sto~ don’t leave any marks~” “no those bitches in your office are gonna know how much of a slut you are” Getou tightened his legs around your waist.

“Please~ I want it so bad” ‘godddd’ his desperateness was turning you on so much you just wanted to be buried deep inside him already. “What do you want Getou” you whispered in his ear. “I want you, I want you in me. I want you to fuck me so hard. Own me” you immediately went to pull his pants off he assisted you in doing so. When he got his pants off you saw what he had on and your eyes widened. He had on dark purple lace panties. You pulled on the hem and it snapped against his hip. “Mmm~” you look up at him and he’s blushing so hard and trying to cover himself.

You move his hands away and speak up. “ you planned this out didn’t you? You came in here wanting to get fucked like a whore? You want to be my personal glory hole?” Getou almost came at your words. Being your personal glory hole sounds amazing. Just being used like nothing but a hole. He was drooling at the thought. You slapped his thigh “Answer me” he looked at you with hazed eyes with a little drool coming out his mouth. “Yes..just wanna be your glory hole”

You ripped off getous panties and he gasped. “Those were my favorite pair” your eyes widened. “Pair? You have more?” Getou rolled his eyes and nodded. “You gotta show me later” and before he could respond you pushed yourself into him. “FUCKKKK” Getou yelled out arching his back. He couldn’t believe how much you were already stretching him out and you only had the tip in. You kissed up his neck and wrapped your arms around his waist.

You pushed further into him and Getou kept moaning and leaning his head back. “Fuck you’re so fucking tight baby~ you ready for me to fuck this boy pussy of yours.” “Yes hurry up” you looked at him with your eyebrow raised. “Please sir” your dick twitched. You did a test thrust up into him making him let out a small whimper. You started moving a bit faster causing Getou to let out small breathy moans.

You grabbed his thighs and started fucking into him harder. “SHITTT FASTER FASTER PLEASE” you obided by his request and fucked him at a rapid pace. You leaned down to his neck and bit directly into his sweet spot. “ah~ I can’t I-I can’t hold it in.” “You better fucking hold it in” you whispered harshly in his ear. Getou whined and you spread his legs wide open, putting his leg up on your shoulder making him lean halfway off the counter. You fucked into him watching as his head dangled off the counter hearing him cover his mouth trying to silent his moans. You weren’t about to have that. You slapped his hands away from his mouth “I wanna hear your whorish moans don’t try to hide them from me.”

Getou wanted you to cum in him so bad. He just wanted to make you cum with just his hole. He clenched down onto your dick which was exactly what you needed as you filled him with your seed. “Fuck you” you didn’t want to cum first. Getou chuckled and you groaned and rolled your eyes. You look to the left of Getou and realize his belt was there that had his accessories, including his gun. With Getou not paying attention you thrust into him hard to catch him off guard. He yelped and held onto your shoulders, when all of a sudden he felt the tip of something touch the side of his temple. He looked a bit and saw it was his gun. In your hand.

“What if I just blew your fucking brains out right now” Getou didn’t know if he could hold it in anymore. He knew you’d never shoot him..but did he really? You could shoot him at any time and he’d die with your dick inside of him. “You ready baby? You wanna cream on my cock?” “FUCK YESSS” he said and leaned up dripping onto your shirt. “Go ahead baby” he came so fucking hard. ‘Can’t believe he came with a gun held up to his head.’ You put the gun back next to his belt. Getou was hugging you and you gently caressed his hair. “You did a good job baby are you okay?” Getou smiled and chuckled. “I’m amazing” but then he pouted. “Can I get a kiss?” You kissed his lips and he moaned a bit.

Just as you guys were going to get into it the oven rang with the brownies inside. “Perfect timing”

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Ts kinda ass tbh

But anywayyyy this is for the person who requested sub Getou >.<!!

Thank you guys for supporting btw it’s so sweet

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