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Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Suguru Geto x Female Reader
WC: 5.4k
Summary: It's Satoru's birthday. And you give him the best gift he could ask for.
Story Warning: Established Relationship, Smut, Threesome, Blowjob, Mutual Masturbation, Female Masturbation, Male Masturbation, Cum Eating, Profanity because come on..., Anal Sex, Ass Stuff, Vaginal Penetration, Vaginal Fingering, Cute Lil Nicknames, Oral Sex (M/M), Oral Sex (F/M - female receiving and male receiving), Creampies, Gojo Satoru moaning and groaning and whimpering and whining and..., Three way Sex??, Suguru Getting Fucked in the Ass While He Fucks Reader - HELP!!!
Art by: Ilameys (Twitter)
Itâs Satoruâs birthday.
And currently, heâs receiving the best gift he could have asked for from his sweet girlfriend. Itâs incredible, practically has him on the verge of tears. He's so grateful for you.
When youâd first come to him with this proposal, honestly? Satoru was wary. This could change things for you both, in either a good way or bad. But, the most surprising part was that Satoru still ended up saying yes. And itâs a good thing he did because heâs not finding it in himself to be able to regret it when youâre doing that with your tongue.
âOh, youâre gonna fucking kill me.â Satoruâs head lolls back, mouth opening slightly as a soft groan leaves his lips. Right now, heâs sitting on the edge of his bed, legs spread wide as he lets you have your way with him. Youâve got your pretty lips wrapped around his most sensitive area, slowly working him closer and closer to his release.
You hum sensually around him and his back stiffens, the vibration of your voice shooting straight through his cock and up his spine and itâs got his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
âAh ââ he pants, hand coming down to find purchase on the back of your head. He pushes your head down, forcing your throat open to take his entire swollen length down your throat until youâre gagging and squeezing around him and heâs whimpering, hips thrusting up mercilessly.Â
âLike that, baby.â He whines, watching how you sputter and choke on his cock. âJust like that. Fuck, youâre gonna make meââ
A pair of arms wraps around Satoruâs shoulders from behind just before a warm pair of lips press a kiss to his temple, along his cheek, a hot tongue dragging along the shell of his ear. And Satoru thinks he really might cum down your throat until he hears a soft â
âEasy, Satoru.âÂ
Itâs immediate, the way he releases you and you come up for air with a rough gasp. Your hands find Satoruâs throbbing length automatically, stroking him lazily as you catch your breath.
âThank you,â you choke out, voice hoarse from the abuse your throat just took. âHe almost fucking killed me.â You scowl at Satoru who scowls right back before he pouts.
âIâm sorry, baby.â He coos down to you gently. He runs his fingers over your cheek softly. âJust got excited about my birthday present.â
Thereâs a quiet chuckle behind him and a large pair of hands come down to run along Satoruâs bare chest. âBe gentle, Satoru. Donât wear yourself out before I get to have fun with you.â
Those lips trail sweet kisses along Satoruâs jaw before moving down his neck, all while those hands find his swollen length. Satoruâs head falls back again, a deep groan following. His pleasure overtakes him. So much so that he doesnât notice the bed shifting with movement. Doesnât notice when you release your hold on him to trade places. Doesnât notice when you move onto the bed behind him and lick along the pulsepoint in his neck.
Itâs only when his cock enters the wet cavern of another mouth that his eyes shoot open and his back arches against you at the same time his hips rut forward. The sensation is overwhelming, just as good as you, but different. Has him seeing stars in the best way. His gaze falls to his lap, eyes connecting with a pair of golden orbs peering up at him just as his tip nudges at their throat, slipping even deeper once they open up for him.
âFucking hell, Suguru,â Satoru grits. Youâre biting down on his neck, sucking lightly, marking him and Satoruâs eyes roll back again. The vision of Suguru buried nose deep in the tuft of white hair that sits between his legs as he takes Satoru down his throatâŚYou touching him, kissing him, moaning lustfully in his earâŚSuguruâs muffled groansâŚIt all has his head swimming, has his heart beating thunderously in his ears.
Satoru turns his head to the side, catching your lips in a fiery kiss and your hands fly to his hair, pulling him closer as his tongue delves deep into your mouth. He claims you greedily, grunting and panting into you, nipping roughly at your lips, already swollen from Satoru fucking your face just moments before.Â
This is heaven, Satoru thinks. Pure fucking nirvana. He would have never guessed that heâd be ending his birthday like this. Being catered to by his girlfriend and his best friend. Itâs a dream come true. He only hopes every birthday after is just like this one because if you ever ask to do this again, heâll agree without hesitation.
Itâs all so incredibly obscene â the view of you three pleasuring each other. The sounds coming from the three of you. Suguru moaning and slurping as his head sloppily bobs up and down on Satoruâs dick. You, whimpering into Satoruâs mouth after every wet kiss.
âYou taste so fucking good, âToru,â Suguru rasps quietly after coming off Satoruâs cock with a loud POP. You hum in agreement, suddenly breaking the kiss and leaving Satoru chasing your lips with a whimper. Itâs so cute, his hair disheveled and cheeks dusted an adorable shade of pink.
You giggle when he tries to reach your lips again and you gently comb your fingers through his snowy locks. It has Satoru shuddering beneath your touch.
âHe does, doesnât he?â You ask the man between your boyfriendâs thighs, pouting as you watch Satoru lean forward again, desperately trying to get to your mouth once more. So you take pity on the poor man and give him a soft peck to appease him. âHe tastes so sweet. Right, Sugu?â
You gaze down to watch Suguru nod, running his tongue flat from the base of Satoruâs cock to his head, where a shiny new bead of precum begins to form. He wraps his lips around the angry red tip and sucks greedily, taking every drop he can. It has Satoru falling back on the bed, sucking in a sharp breath, a string of curses shortly following.
âIs Sugu doing a good job, babe?â You coo, still running your fingers through his hair. Satoru nods quickly, a high pitched âmhmmâ rushing past his lips. Meanwhile, Suguru has now taken to delicately catering to Satoruâs balls with his tongue, lapping and suckling his sack while his fist pumps his cock.
âGonna cum, baby,â Satoru softly, his hips thrusting into Suguruâs hand as he chases his high. You dip your head, kissing him sweetly.
âYeah?â
âYeah, gonna cum, âm gonna cum,â his voice rises, abdomen tensing as he feels his release quickly rushing from his balls.
You turn your attention to Suguru who laps hungrily at Satoruâs tip. âOpen up, Sugu.â You tell him and Suguru opens wide, groaning when Satoruâs hips come up one last time before you watch thick ropes of cum spurt from his tip and land on Suguruâs tongue. Satoruâs thighs shake with his release, a garbled string of curses falling from his lips. And you caress his skin gently, whispering sweet words to him, talking him through his release.
Satoru thinks this must be such a sexy sight for you â watching your boyfriend unravel beneath the touch of his best friend. He can tell by the way you squeeze your thighs together as you speak to him, seeking some sort of relief. Itâs so cute how youâre getting off watching someone else get him off. But he wants you to feel good, too.
So he reaches for you, his large hand squeezing your thigh, voice choking out, âCâmereâ while Suguru presses soft smooches to Satoruâs softening cock. Your boyfriend pulls you towards him, tapping your legs, indicating what he wants you to do â spread them and sit on his face.Â
And who are you to deny the birthday boy?
You move to position yourself over Satoru, facing the head board, but he stops you, twirling his finger in the air, a goofy grin splayed across his face. âTurn around.â His voice comes out rougher than he means for it to, but heâs trying really fucking hard to hold it together because at the moment, Suguruâs nimble fingers are caressing along his inner thighs, his thumb is brushing against Satoruâs hole and Satoruâs hips are bucking up on instinct. Heâs already getting hard again, but heâs still so sensitive from his last release that he fears he might cum again, and soon if Suguru keeps it up.
You turn, now facing Suguru and watching his ministrations that have your boyfriend squeezing onto your thighs for dear life. âWant you to watch me fuck his mouth while you fuck mine.â He tells you.
You sigh softly, try to squeeze your thighs together again to find that sweet relief youâve been getting while watching Suguru suck your boyfriend off, but Satoruâs head blocks your way. He laughs, smacking your ass harshly and pulling a loud yelp from you just before he pulls you down to his face.
The force has you falling forward, quickly catching yourself so that youâre now on all fours, inches away from Suguruâs face. His golden eyes look up into yours as he hollows his cheeks before he swallows your boyfriendâs cock all the way to the base again. At the same time, Satoru growls into your core, sucks at your swollen clit, eliciting a pornographic moan from you that echoes throughout the bedroom.
Suguru is so good at that, at taking all of Satoru. You love the way his tongue flicks at his tip, how he laps at Satoruâs pretty dick with his pink tongue, how his eyes bore into yours while he has Satoru whimpering into your sopping cunt. And on the other end, you wish it was you making Satoruâs legs shake, making him thrust involuntarily into your mouth, making him cry out when you suck him just right.
Itâs driving you crazy.
And Suguru must know it because his eyes never leave yours. You can tell heâs enjoying this, too, his eyes narrowing with joy when your mouth falls slack as Satoru runs his hot tongue along your folds. Satoru takes your clit into his mouth again and sucks, moaning into your cunt when you gush onto his tongue.
âAh, Satoru, right there, baby. Shit ââ
Itâs Suguru who moans in response, watching as Satoru eats you out while his friend now lazily strokes his cock.
âYouâre fucking sexy,â Suguru sighs, eyes raking over your body before landing on your mouth. He bites down on his lip and you can see his mind going a million miles a minute right then. He leans forward, softly licking Satoruâs tip before he asks. âCan I kiss her, Satoru?â
Your eyes widen just slightly when Satoru lifts you off of his face. âOnly if she wants to,â he grunts before heâs back to devouring you like a man starved. Suguruâs eyes are still locked onto you.
âIs that okay with you, pretty?â He asks, letting his tongue hang out of his mouth so he can tap Satoruâs cock against it. âYou wanna kiss me?â
Your breath hitches and you mewl quietly, fists clenching the sheets on either side of your boyfriend. Suguruâs lips are so pretty, so swollen from sucking Satoru off. Heâs so fucking sexy. You want to kiss Suguru so badly, it has you clenching around Satoruâs tongue as he thrusts the muscle into your walls. So you nod eagerly. Yes, you want to kiss him. He knows you want to, but Suguru is so much like Satoru that you know what it is he wants. He wants you to say it.Â
âIââ you bite back a moan as Satoru licks a fat stripe over your clit at the same time Suguru licks one up Satoruâs dick. âWanna kiss you, Sugu. Wanna kiss you so, so bad.â
A deep chuckle rumbles from his chest and he stands, closing the gap between you. He doesnât kiss you just yet, though. He just watches you with hooded eyes, your chest heaving with each heavy pant as Satoru wrecks your pussy with his tongue. Itâs then that Satoru decides to slip a finger into your tight hole, groaning when you cry out his name and clench around his thick digit.
And Suguru takes advantage of the moment, quickly leaning forward. His mouth claiming yours, swallowing every cry of Satoruâs name. Your head is spinning, the familiar taste of Satoru on his tongue mixed with his foreign one making your heart race. Suguru holds your face still while he slides his tongue along yours, bites your lip, grunts into your mouth. His free hand finds one of your hands and places it on Satoruâs length, wrapping your fingers around your boyfriend and using your hand to jerk him off.
âGood girl,â Suguru purrs against your lips and both you and Satoru let out a pathetic whimper. Suguruâs lips are back on yours immediately, his hand guiding you along Satoruâs cock, squeezing at the tip before sliding back down to the base. âSo good, sweetheart.â He lets go of your hand, kissing you before he stands and takes his own cock in his hand. âI saw the way you were taking Satoruâs dick in your mouth earlier. Can you do it again for me?â
Satoru smacks your ass, pulling back just enough to mutter, âshow him, baby. Let him see how you take my cock down your throat.â
You think you and Suguru are just as good. Hell, Suguru could probably give you some pointers but who gives a fuck about any of that when youâve got your boyfriendâs face buried between your legs and his best friendâs dick in your face, begging to watch you please your man?
You fist Satoruâs cock, squeezing hard and reveling in the way he gasps into your core. Then your lips wrap around his length, eyes set on the way Suguru stares down at you. He strokes himself, tongue poking his cheek as he watches you in amusement.
âCute,â Suguru mutters, smiling when Satoru hums.
Satoru pulls away from you again, brows pinching together as he tries to catch his breath while you take him down to the hilt over and over again. âFuck, baby. Suck my fucking dick, just like that,â Satoru rolls his hips up and in this position, heâs so much deeper, youâre struggling not to gag before heâs even touched your throat. âYouâre so â ah, ah, shit â oh, youâre so fucking good. Such a good fucking girl for us.âÂ
Heâs gasping desperately now, words catching in his throat and coming out as broken sobs and he pushes his hips up into your face, wanting more. But Satoru thinks he might cum again soon if you and Suguru keep swapping his dick like this. His balls already feel so tight, ready for another release.
He can hear the wet slap of Suguru fucking his hand as he watches you suck him off, as Satoru eats you out and it has his mind lighting up with ideas. Satoru wants you, of course. He always wants you, but he wants Suguru, too. And as his eyes watch Suguru get off watching you, clear desire in his eyes, Satoru thinks he has a solution that will make you all very happy.
Youâre halfway down his shaft again when Satoru taps your thighs, signaling for you to get up. You do so immediately, Suguru slowing his motions, though his chest still rises and falls rapidly as his eyes stay locked on you. Satoru motions for you to lie down, so you do. He turns to Suguru, candid as ever when he asks, âYou wanna fuck my girlfriend?â
You see the way Suguruâs eyes widen and then theyâre closing, little crescent moons on his face as a sly smile spreads across his lips. âReal fucking bad, Satoru.â
Satoru nods, lips in a thin line as he processes this information. He holds his hand out to Suguru who takes it and crawls onto the bed with his knees. He runs his fingers through Suguruâs dark strands and then he tightens his grip, pulling Suguruâs lips onto his. Theyâre both groaning, hands in each otherâs hair as their tongues tangle.
âI want you to fuck her, too,â Satoru grunts into Suguruâs mouth. âAnd I wanna fuck you while you do it.â His friend moans back into him, pulling Satoru closer, their hips colliding as their desire takes over. You look on, fingers idly rubbing your clit as you watch the two men practically fall apart any time their cocks brush against each other.
You want them both so badly, you donât know what to do. But itâs not about you. Itâs about Satoru and what he wants. And whatever he wants, youâll do. So you watch and wait, playing with yourself while your boyfriend and his best friend caress each other. And itâs only when you finally whimper, feeling left out that the men finally break the kiss.
âIâm sorry, baby.â Satoru says, lips pink and puffy from his intense makeout session. He pouts, looking back at Suguru briefly who is right back to staring at you, his gaze observing the way your fingers play with your pretty pussy. Satoru grins, because he can see in the way Suguru watches you, that he finally understands why Satoru loves you so fucking much. And he hasnât even fully had you. Not yet, anyway.
âDo you want Sugu to fuck you, baby?â Satoru asks when he sees you bite your lip as Suguru begins stroking his cock again. You nod quickly, without hesitation. Because like Suguru, you want to fuck him real fucking bad, too. âUse your words, beautiful.â
âI want Sugu to fuck me, âToru,â you whine, slipping one of your fingers into your core. Itâs nothing like the feeling of Satoruâs fingers stretching you but it makes your back arch off the bed just the same.
Behind Satoru, Suguru hisses, squeezing his cock in his fist. âI donât know if Iâll last long, though. Not when youâre making cute little noises like that.â
Suguru is as honest as Satoru always is. No wonder theyâre so close.
His response makes your boyfriend throw his head back with a loud laugh. âI probably wonât either. You good with this? I mean, itâs been awhile since weâŚâ Satoru motions between the two of them and Suguru chuckles.
âIâll be fine. Just make sure itâs wet enough.â
With that, Suguru moves past Satoru, golden orbs staring into your eyes as he crawls between your legs. âIf you ever want to stop, let me know.â He tells you, gently. Then heâs leaning forward to press a sweet kiss to your lips.
Your arms come up, wrapping them around his shoulders and pulling him into another kiss. Satoru simply watches, his hand already wrapped around his dick and pumping slowly. And heâd be lying if he said he wasnât excited to see this. âBe good to my girl, Sugu,â he groans, squeezing his tip.Â
Satoru is mesmerized, watching the way Suguru grips your waist and squeezes the soft flesh. How that same hand slowly caresses a path up your torso, through the valley of your breasts where he stops briefly and takes his time taking each pebbled nipple between his fingers. How he swallows every soft whine and moan that falls from your lips with a kiss.
Any other person pulling this response from you would have Satoru fuming, but he loves you both more than anything in this world. In different ways, but his body reacts to you both just the same â with pure and raw desire. If itâs not him giving you this pleasure, heâs glad that itâs his best friend.
Suguru presses his hips into yours, his length resting between your folds. You push your tongue into his mouth with a soft sigh and Suguru sucks gently on the wet muscle, grunting when he feels your wetness cover his length. His cock pulses erratically against your core, twitching with need every time you moan into him, any time you roll your hips upwards and rub your slick cunt against him.
âShit, beautiful. You keep that up and Iâm gonna cum before I even get to fuck you.â He presses his lips hard against yours, breathing against you. âYou already feel so goddamn good. So fucking wet. Canât wait to fuck your pretty little cunt.â
His words have you reeling, arousal dripping from your core as you clutch his shoulders. You want this, you want him, you need him. And you tell him that. âSo fuck me, Suguru.â You keen into his mouth. âNeed you to fuck me so bad, please, please.â
âAhh, fuck,â Suguru buries his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply before letting out a shuddering breath. His hand slips between your bodies, gripping his cock and lining himself up with your entrance. Behind him, you can see and hear Satoru rummaging around in your bedside table, only for a brief moment before heâs back on the bed.
His voice calls to you and you see his hand press to the center of Suguruâs back, pushing him forward, just a bit so that you have a clear view of him over Suguruâs broad shoulders. âEyes on me, baby. Okay?â
âOkay,â you breathe.
Suguru slips into you, bottoming out immediately and you arch into him, your sensitive breasts pressing against his bare skin. Heâs thick. Thicker than Satoru and stretches you so deliciously, you have to gasp in order to catch your breath. It doesnât help that over his shoulder, you can see the pride on Satoruâs face. Like heâs proud of you for taking his best friend so well. He probably is. Which only makes your walls squeeze down on Suguru even tighter.
You can hear Suguru shushing you shakily. But heâs trying to keep his composure, too. Trying not to drain his balls in your sweet cunt in the two seconds heâs been inside you.Â
Behind him, Satoru runs his hand gently along Suguruâs spine. âFeels amazing, right? I love that tight little pussy.â He says, and you can feel Suguru nodding his head, unable to answer. His breaths are still shaky, quiet grunts being panted against your skin. âDoes he feel good, baby?â He asks you.Â
And you hum, your fingers playing with the hair on Suguruâs nape soothingly.
âI know he does,â Satoru agrees. âHeâs got an amazing dick.â
You can hear Satoru pop the cap to something you can only assume is the bottle of lube you keep in your nightstand, because you hear the telltale sound of liquid spurting from a bottle and feel Suguru tense for just a second above you. Satoru taps his cock against Suguruâs ass, loving the way the manâs muscles tense each time. He has one hand on your knee while he peers down at you, drinking in the sight of your flushed face, body glistening with sweat and your eyes glazed over with lust.Â
âStunning,â he thinks to himself. Satoru wants to watch your fucked out expression when itâs the only other person he loves buried inside you. He touches Suguruâs back, muttering. âDonât leave her waiting, Sugu. Fuck her.â
Itâs all Suguru needs to hear before he pulls his hips back slowly, all the way until his tip sits inside of you. And even just the tip is so heavy, your walls clench involuntarily, trying desperately to suck him back in.
âShit, âToru. Canât believe you get this pussy to yourself all the time,â Suguru growls. And then he bottoms out, again and again, fucking you at a brutal pace. You cry out, gripping onto Suguruâs shoulders tightly as he pounds into you. His hips piston into yours, immediately finding your g-spot and pushing you closer and closer to your release. Your eyes threaten to shut, the pleasure taking over, until you catch sight of Satoru. He shakes his head in disapproval, his words to you echoing through your mind.
âEyes on me.â
So you force your eyes open, watching Satoru who is now focused on running his length between Suguruâs ass cheeks. Heâs slick with the lubricant Satoru has used and ready for him, but Satoru is enjoying watching the way Suguruâs hips move against yours way too much, how well youâre taking his friend, how youâre clutching onto him while he stuffs you full of his cock repeatedly.
âOh, youâre doing so well, baby.â Satoru praises. And it didnât really matter which one of you he was speaking to because you and Suguru both whimper in response.
Satoru loves the way his friendâs dick disappears into you. He loves how you spread your legs just a little more to accommodate him. He loves how your toes curl when Suguru hits your sweet spot. And he loves how Suguruâs balls tighten a little more with each thrust.
He knows youâre all close to reaching your peak at any moment and as much as heâd love for you all to fuck each other until the sun came up and his birthday was long over, Satoru canât take being left out anymore.
Pressing his hand to Suguruâs lower back, he halts his friendâs movements just for a moment. Heâs not able to hide the lopsided grin on his face when he hears the way you both whine in protest. Heâs tempted to make you both wait, drag it out a little more, but when he spreads Suguru before him, sees the way his hole twitches in anticipation, he tosses that idea out of the window.
He bites down on his lip, because Suguruâs hole is just as pretty as he remembers it. Tiny, brown, cute. He canât wait to fuck it. And clearly Suguru canât wait either, because he opens his mouth and groans:
âSatoru.â He smashes his lips into yours. âFuck me, Satoru.â His pleas come between muffled kisses, but Satoru can hear it all the same.
He obliges, pushing his tip to Suguruâs entrance and slowly rolling his hips forward. âSo needy,â he grits out. Because just as he remembers, Suguru is so fucking hot, so fucking tight, he canât do anything but fully focus on getting his cock as deep as he can go. And just as he remembers, Suguru takes him so fucking well, fits him like a glove. Satoru presses his weight into Suguru once heâs completely buried inside and hears a quiet âoh my godâ fall from your lips as Suguru inadvertently pushes himself deeper into your core. Next to your head, Suguru balls the bedsheets into his fist.
âGod, Sugu. Still so good. Still so fucking good.â
Suguru feels his length throb painfully. He needs to cum so badly, he canât take much more. Between your cunt gripping him so tightly, threatening to milk him of every drop, and Satoruâs cock stuffing him to the brim, heâs about three pumps away from blowing his load. And youâre not doing much better. Your mouth is slack and youâre staring almost blankly behind him at your boyfriend as he slowly pulls out and drives his hips forward again.
âShit, shit!â Suguru cries when Satoru gives him a harsh thrust that has him tapping the sweet spongy spot in your walls. The moment Suguru hits it, youâre letting out your own strangled cry, back coming up off the bed.
Every thrust from Satoru has Suguru pushing deeper into you in turn, has all three of you crying out as you fuck each other closer to your releases. Your moans, grunts and curses fill the bedroom in tune with the sinful sounds of skin slapping.
Satoru is leaned forward now, hands gripping Suguruâs waist as he slams into his friend frantically.
âOh fuck,â Satoru grunts. âFuck her, Suguru. Fuck her pussy while I stretch your ass for me.â
And Suguru listens, timing his thrusts with Satoruâs so that heâs able to fuck you and be fucked by Satoru. His brows are tightly knitted together, forehead glistening with sweat and nostrils flared as he gives everything he can and takes everything Satoru has to offer.
Itâs all too much for you â too much to feel, too much to watch, too much to hear. And itâs the two men above you moaning each otherâs names that has you tumbling over the edge.
Your orgasm crashes over you so quickly, so unexpectedly, that band in your belly snapping before you can even stop it and youâre screaming some jumbled blend of Satoru and Suguruâs names as your walls convulse and contract around Suguruâs cock.
Then itâs Suguru, who canât hold on a second longer, toppling over the edge with you when Satoru leans forward and bites onto his shoulder as he fucks into him relentlessly. Simultaneously, your cunt is sucking him in, begging for him to paint your walls. And he wants to, heâs holding on for a moment of reprieve, for Satoru to give him even the smallest window to pull out of your vice grip. But then you say the words he wasnât expecting, even as your eyes are glued on Satoru and the way he fucks his ass.Â
âCum in me, Sugu. Fucking fill my pussy. I need your cum so bad.â
Youâre begging him, the same way your cunt is begging. You want him to flood your walls, and in that moment he doesnât give a fuck if Satoru approves or not. You do, and thatâs all that matters to him.
He lets Satoru slam into him again and again, tapping his prostate repeatedly until finally, Suguruâs mouth falls into with a loud groan, his dick twitching within the confines of your walls as he floods your pussy with his seed. Youâre still squeezing around him, your greedy little cunt milking him for all that heâs worth until heâs whimpering pathetically into your mouth with hungry kisses.
And finally, itâs Satoru who reaches his peak once again. His unblinking stare drinks in the sight of you two losing yourselves in each other. He was already so close, barely holding on, but now he fucks into his best friend, watches as he and his girlfriend pant into each otherâs mouths, thinks about the fact that your pussy is probably so full of Suguruâs thick, hot cum that itâs likely leaking onto your bedsheets and soon enough heâs spilling himself into Suguruâs ass hole.
He clenches his teeth, biting down the guttural moan that threatens to escape him. And heâs shuddering, physically shaking as he keeps fucking into Suguru, hoping to empty every last drop into his friend while he has the chance.
âFucking damnit,â he grunts, thrusting two, three more times before he falls forward onto Suguruâs back with a sharp gasp. Heâs completely spent. He wouldnât be able to get his dick up again even if he wanted to.
Tomorrow, things will go back to normal and youâll likely never speak of this again unless another special occasion rolls around, or you all find yourselves in the mood again. So Satoru leans forward, reaching over Suguruâs shoulder to cup the back of your head and pull your lips to his, effectively breaking the kiss you and his friend were sharing. Satoru presses his lips to yours roughly, suddenly feeling petty and possessive. Then he turns to Suguru and claims his mouth as well, just as possessively.
You all stay like that for a while. Still connected, both through your kisses and through your groins until Satoru sighs in exhaustion, before he climbs off of Suguru. Suguru follows after, pulling out of you with a quiet hiss. They both lay on each side of you, wrapping their arms around your tired body as they nuzzle against you.
Satoru laughs quietly to himself next to you.
âWhat?â You ask, your brow coming up curiously. Your boyfriend shakes his head, a goofy grin on his face as he looks between you and Suguru.
âNothing. JustâŚthis is the best birthday ever.â
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AFTER HOURS
summary: Hiromi bends you over his desk while he finishes filling out his paperwork.
warnings: fem! reader, office sex, cockwarming, reader wears a skirt, praise, reader is called a plethora of pet names
word count: 1.5k
Hiromi leans his body over yours, his chest fitting into the arch of your back, his breath warm when he brings his lips close to your ear. He has you pushed over the large, wooden desk in his office; itâs getting late, so the building isnât busy, with only late-night workers still lingering in the hallways. His hips are flush to your ass, and despite how collected heâs trying to seem, you can clearly feel the firm outline of his dick straining his slacks.Â
After a shaky breath, he asks quietly, voice low and sultry, âYou sure you can hold still?â
âYeah, yeah,â You respond immediately with a nod of your head, âI can.â
âPromise me you will.â Hiromiâs large hand grabs your ass through your skirt and squeezes. He shifts, grinding himself ever so slightly against you to give him a little bit of relief. âI need to finish filling out all of these papers by tonight. If you want it, then promise me properly.â
âI promise Iâm not gonna move, just please, Hiromi. I need you.â
Hiromi sighs deeply, and as soon as he hears you say those words, his hands are hastily fiddling with his belt. He wastes no time unbuckling it and pulling his slacks down just enough to take his cock out. As his hand wraps around his length, pumping it slowly, his breath grows faster; he reaches up, grasping his tie and loosening it to give himself some more breathing room.Â
He doesnât bother to take off your skirt, reaching under it instead, sliding your underwear halfway down to your thighs. He bunches up the fabric of your skirt and lines himself up with your entrance, giving your waist a firm squeeze before he eases his cock inside.Â
His movements are slow as he fills you, and Hiromi lets out a quiet groan once his hips are pressed deft to yours, his cock sheathed all the way in. You canât see his face, but if you could, youâd see his brows knotting up, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he tries to retain his composure.
The urge to just go ahead and fuck you right then and there is one thatâs extremely hard to resist. Hiromi should have known better; he knew from the start letting you into his office would be a bad idea, he knew youâd keep him from getting any work done, but he gave in to your pleas for him anyways.Â
Itâs not his fault he gets worked up so easily, just from you kissing his neck while heâs trying to work, your fingers toying with the zipper on his slacks. Itâs your fault for teasing him so, for pushing him to promptly grab you by your waist and bend you over his desk, right in his office, when heâs supposed to be working. Once he got the idea in his head, his cock stiffening up in his slacks, he wasnât able to think of anything but sliding himself into your warm, tight cunt.Â
When his breath finally begins to grow steady, his cock throbbing inside you to a dull rhythm, Hiromi reaches for his pen. He keeps one hand on your waist with his body leant over you while he begins to go back to his paperwork â You hear the sound of his pen scribbling and scritching against the hardwood surface of the desk, and the gentle noise of the paper each time he flips to the next page. His breathing is loud in your ear: heavy, weighty exhales, as if he needs to try extra hard just to keep himself contained.Â
You promised you would hold still, and you know that, but you canât help but whine a little under him. He feels amazing, filling you up so perfectly, but you canât help but want more. Youâre desperate to have him, to indulge in the familiar feeling of his lips and his palms on your skin, for him to fuck you just as he likes, just as you know he wants to. You donât want him to hold anything back.Â
Hiromi squeezes your waist, and the scrawl of his pen stops for a moment as he leans in to speak close to your ear. His voice is stern, but you can tell how it wavers just a bit. âDonât whine. We have to stay quiet. Be good for me, and youâll get what you want.â
You grumble in reply, but you inevitably listen, pressing your face into the desk to keep yourself from making any more noise.Â
Time seems to pass by much slower than usual. You can hear the faint ticking of the clock hung on the wall, the inhale and exhale of each one of Hiromiâs deep breaths, and you can even hear the muffled sounds of footsteps on the other side of the door, the inaudible voices of workers chatting as they shuffle past.Â
It isnât likely that anyone will hear, nor will they walk in, but it still serves as a reminder that youâre in public, bent over Hiromiâs desk with his dick pressed inside you. Heâs supposed to be working, but he couldnât wait another second to feel you, so this was his solution.Â
And it seemed to be working at first, but the more time that passes, the more Hiromi fills out his paperwork, the longer he has to go without feeling more, the dizzier he becomes â His head begins to swim, his vision blurred, until he canât even see the words on the paper anymore, let alone focus on what heâs writing. He breathes harder, shakier, and you feel his dick throb in your gut, aching with need for you.Â
âHiromi...â You choke out his name weakly, and Hiromiâs whole body shivers.Â
âF-Fuck,â He stammers â Suddenly, his fingers are grasping your chin to tilt your head up, and heâs guiding his pen to where your own hand is clenched tightly on the desk. âCan you fill this out for me, baby?â
âI canât⌠I donât think I can sign for you.â
âItâsâ shitâ itâs fine.â Hiromi hands you his pen, pushing the paper closer to you. âYou donât have to sign, just⌠Right here. Check these boxes.â
He points to each one on the page with a shaky finger, and you oblige, filling it out as best you can, although your own hands are trembling just as much as his. Hiromi praises when you're finished: âThere we go, good girl. Letâs do the next page, okay?âÂ
Hiromi turns to the next page, and as he begins to guide you in the same way he did earlier, pointing to different areas on the paper, he rocks his hips a little. His movements are faint, and he keeps himself sheathed all the way inside you, not daring to pull back. Just gentle, ever so slight ruts into you, enough to give him a bit of the friction he craves, and enough to make your head spin with utter want. His instructions in your ear are low, his voice reassuring.Â
Can you read to me what this says, sweetheart?Â
Alright, youâre gonna print my name here, do you know how to write it?Â
Thatâs it. Youâre such a smart girl. Weâre almost done.Â
Truth is, youâre not almost done â Hiromi has at least five more pages he needed to finish, but thereâs no way he can wait that long. Not when youâre so wet, slick arousal dripping down your thighs even when his cock is filling you up. Not when youâre squeezing him so much, your cunt practically begging to be fucked.Â
The pen is reaching the bottom of the page, youâre nearly there, and Hiromi suddenly cries out, âOh, Godâ I canâtâ I canât fucking take it anymoreââ
âHiromi, should Iââ
Before you can finish your sentence, heâs cutting you off: âSkip this part, just skip all of this,â He babbles, hastily grabbing your hand, âSign my name right here.â
His fingers fold over your own, his large hand eclipsing yours, and he leads the pen to a blank line at the very bottom of the page. He guides your hand to sign his name, the letters messy, his signature nearly intelligible, but itâll have to do for now.Â
The second youâre done, the moment youâve finished scribbling his name, Hiromi is tossing the pen to the side; his hands firmly grab your waist, and his foot wedges between your legs to nudge them open further. He buries his head in the nape of your neck, his voice breathless, dripping with desperation.Â
âThere we go, weâre all done, okay? You were so good for me,â Hiromi praises, his lips warm on your skin when they press faintly to your neck. He gives you a few delicate kisses, each one sending tingles up your spine. Then, finally, he whispers, âLet me give my sweet girl just what sheâs earned.â
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â°â⤠gojo satoru x fem!reader
â°â⤠synopsis: in your LIT 2000, your classmate, gojo satoru, has his eyes set on the shyest student after telling his theory to getou suguru that the shyest ones are always the horniest. to prove his theory right, satoru finds ways to know whether heâs correct and heâs absolutely sure that he is.
â°â⤠warnings: fingering, cunnilingus, oral sex, teasing, praise, degradation? soft to rough sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dumbification, doggy style, cowgirl, name-calling, size kink, spanking, begging, pleasure dom satoru!! (reader and satoru are in their early 20s)
â°â⤠a/n: this was supposed to be posted on christmas but i didnât finish it on time :(( but i hope u all had a gentle holiday!! as a gift, i wrote whatever this is and i got inspiration from this soundgasm audio which is HOT AF!!! also, i did not proofread this. im lazy as fuck
PART I | PART II
Gojo Satoru has his pretty cerulean eyes set on someone, and that someone is none other than you.
You sit at the very front of the classroom, three rows in front of Satoruâs where he can get a clear view of you every time he stares. Not only youâre the smartest and the teacherâs pet, Satoru considers you as the most mysterious student in LIT 2000 despite being with 30 more students because of how quiet you are.
Satoruâs been observing you since the start of the year and the thing that he noticed the most was that you rarely and he means rarely talk to anyone or even participate in class. Whenever youâre called by the professor, you would mumble some I donât knows and Iâm sorrys because you canât answer the question that was given to you. However, Satoru knew for a fact that youâre just saying those things so you wonât get to speak longer than that. He knew very well that you know the answer to every damn question.
Which is why he is so lucky to have you as a partner for a midterm essay.
As for you, you donât know what to feel when professor called your name after Gojo Satoruâs.
You donât really have a problem writing a five-page or more essay with a minimum of three thousand words. The problem is⌠Gojo Satoru is your partner. Itâs not like you donât like him. Itâs just that...
Holy fucking shit. Did she figure out that I have a huge crush on Satoru?! Is that why she paired me up with him? But I made sure not to make it obvious! No, no. This wonât do.
So after class was over, you had a talk with your professor, begging for her to take the midterm essay on your own. The talk didnât go well as planned.
Since Satoru is having a hard time catching up with LIT 2000, your professor told you to help him by partnering up in this midterm essay. However, that didnât sit right with you so you protested, saying that thereâs a chance that Satoru wouldnât help writing the paper which would result into you writing the entire thing yourself. But that was just an excuse not to work with Satoru, otherwise you would get all flustered and nervous throughout the week while working on this midterm essay.
âIt is not different from doing the entire essay myself,â you scoff.
âI know, but that is also why I partnered him with you,â she says, making you raise an eyebrow. âYou can let me know if Satoru didnât help with anything at all, which is easier for me to fail him.â
âYouâre gonna fail him?â you ask.
âYes. As you can see, Satoru hasnât been performing well in my class,â she says, âbut I figured you can help him since youâre my top performing student. Can I count on you?â
âThere are other top performing students in your class though,â you mumble. Sighing in defeat, you agreed to partner up with Satoru. âProfessor, did you know that I have a crush on Satoru? Is that another reason why you paired me with him?â
Silence. She knows.
âI genuinely did not know that until now.â
Crap. She doesnât know. And I told her?! Holyâ
âForgetIsaidanythingprofessorthankyouforyourtimegoodbye.â
With that, you immediately rushed out of her office and slammed the door shut.
The only reason why you wanted to do this midterm essay on your own is because you won't have to deal with Satoruâs presence. Oh, his presence alone would make you so nervous that your smartass brain wonât even function and you would get all flustered, which is really bad because this might hinder your focus on working on the essay. Not only that, but Gojo Satoru does not take things seriously. A complete opposite of you since you take everything related to academics very seriously. But you realized that it wonât hurt to give a little help for Satoru to not fail LIT 2000.
Meanwhile, Gojo Satoru wanders around the halls of the building, in hopes of searching for you so the two of you can start working on the essay. But before that, he had a talk with his best friend, Getou Suguru.
âYo, Satoru,â Suguru approached the white-haired man with one hand raised up. âI heard your partner for this midterm is that girl. Wonât this be the perfect time to test that theory of yours?â
âYeah, well, Iâm not trying to get into her pants,â Satoru says and a smirk grew on his glossy lips, ânot unless she wants me to.â
After your talk with your literature professor, you had to compose yourself in the rest room and even practiced a script on how youâre going to talk to Satoru. However, you had a realization that this isnât going to be the only time that youâll interact with Gojo Satoru since your professor knows that you have a thing for him. You scold yourself for being so nervous around him, despite being a grown ass woman.
But Satoru is⌠just so pretty. I canât even look at him straight in the eyes. Also because Iâve touched myself to the thought of him so that would be awkward as fuck.
When you finally got out of the restroom, you heard a loud voice from behind and the minute you heard that voice, you already knew that it would be him. Looking over your shoulder, Satoru in his white long sleeves, black pants, messy yet gorgeous white hair and those round sunglasses. The tall man approached you with a smile on his face while you try not to melt down the ground that youâre standing on.
âI was looking for you,â Satoru says. âI thought we could start working on the essay so we can finish it ahead of the deadline.â
âYouâuh, you want to start working now?â you ask, but a hint of nervousness in your voice.
âYep!â Satoru gives you a smile and a thumbs up, and suddenly, he leans down on your face and brings his lips closer to your ear, making you shiver. âJust between you and me, I think professor is failing me this semester.â
Your eyes widen when he mentioned that.
Could it be that he heard your conversation with your professor earlier? Did he also hear the part where you told her that you have a crush on Satoru? That would make him think that youâre a complete loser in your 20s and in college yet you act like a teenager with a crush. But itâs not your fault that youâve rejected so many guys because theyâre not your standards and itâs definitely not your fault that you reject them because theyâre not Satoru.
âWhy would you think that?â you ask.
âMmm? Because I havenât been performing well in her class.â he grinned.
So he knows.
âUh, letâs start then,â you say before walking pass him until he asked where youâre going. You look over your shoulder and said, âthe library. Itâs where I usually do my tasks if not in my apartment.â
âThe library is too⌠quiet. So weâll work in your apartment instead!â
Itâs a library so it would be quiet. And did he just decide that on his own? God, heâs so stupid, I love him.
Your apartment is not far from your university. The reason why you had an apartment for yourself is because you donât want another person taking up space and you most definitely donât want to live with another person that you barely even know. And youâre not bothered that youâre living off-campus. It just makes it easier for you to live independently.
When the two of you got in your apartment, Satoruâs cerulean eyes scanned and observed the place. It was neat and everything is organized. But the thing that caught his attention is the stack of books next to the balcony of your apartment. Four stack of books that almost reach Satoruâs waist and heâs a tall guy. He knew that you read a lot since every time he takes glances at you in class, youâre either reading or writing something so he knows that you like reading, but he didnât expect you to like it that much.
âSorry, itâs a mess here,â you mumble. âLetâs get started.â You sit down on the wooden floor as you place your laptop on the coffee table adjacent to Satoru who is now sitting on the couch.
âI forgot my laptop.â
You blinked. Twice.
âSit next to me.â he mumbled.
And thatâs what you did despite being flustered at the thought that itâs only you and Satoru inside your apartment. The thought has you squeezing your legs together as you try to listen to Satoru about his ideas regarding the midterm essay. However, your thoughts were making your mind foggy and you couldnât think straight. Itâs awkward that on this very couch, youâve touched yourself to the thought of Satoru and now, heâs sitting right next to you.
âHey,â Satoru calls out. âYou okay?â
âMmm, yeahâŚâ you mumble. âSince, uh, since professor asked us to analyze a chosen text from the 20th century regarding its social context, letâs choose a piece first to write about first. Do you have anything in mind?â you ask, trying your best to not make eye contact with him now that he doesnât have his round sunglasses on.
âI have a few,â he says. âHow about The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath? Or No Longer Human by Dazai Osamu? Ah! I know. Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck.â
âAm I the only one who didnât cry my eyes out at the end?â you ask.
âWhat? You did not cry your eyes out at the end?! Are you even human?â Satoryâs eyes widen, looking at you with shock while your eyes are locked on your laptop as you type. âI had snot coming out of my nose that soaked the pages of my book when I read that.â
âFirst of all, thatâs disgusting. Second, it was sad, I admit, but I didnât shed a tear. It was really good though so kudos to you, Mr. Steinbeck.â you chuckle. âThird, I gave it a five stars so you donât have to attack me.â
Satoru laughs, making you flustered all over again. This is the first time youâve heard him laugh this close and heâs laughing because of you, and you like it of course. You like that heâs comfortable around you and you like that heâs still himself despite you being awkward around his presence.
âYou know, youâre actually fun to be with,â he says. Satoruâs legs are crossed while his elbow is resting on the arm rest and his cheek is on top of his closed palm as he stares at you with his pretty cerulean eyes. âBut why canât you look at me in the eyes?â
You gulped, squeezing your legs together since you can feel him staring daggers at you. Satoru seems to notice your action and a smirk formed on his glossy lips. Satoru moves closer to you, almost like you can feel his hot breath touching the sensitive part of your neck, making you shiver.
âAre you scared of me?â he asks and the only answer you could give him is by shaking your head, telling him that itâs a no. âHmm? Then why canât you look at me?â
You didnât answer.
âLook at me,â he demand.
This time, you feel Satoruâs fingers making its way down your chin, making you face him and look up at him but despite his actions of forcing you to stare into his pretty cerulean eyes, you didnât protest at all⌠because you like every single move heâs making on you. Satoruâs other hand glides down your arm, feeling your soft skin that made you shiver because of his warm touch.
When your eyes met his, you couldnât help but melt on your seat. And itâs not just because Satoru is staring at you.
âThere you go,â he chuckles. âThat wasnât so hard, was it? Now tell me, sweetheart, why are so flustered around me?â
You couldnât form the words. Of course you canât. How could you even continue to talk when Gojo motherfucking Satoru is so close to you that his hot breath is almost touching your skin and his hands are caressing your arms and chin, leaving you no choice but stare into his eyes. Not to mention the smirk that he has on his glossy lips.
âT-thatâs because I⌠Iâfuck.â you curse under your breath, trying hard to compose yourself and break eye contact.
âDo I make you nervous? Is that why youâre squirming and squeezing your leg so much?â he chuckles.
You bit your lipsâhardâtrying to wake yourself up and check if youâre having another wet dream about Satoru again. Fortunately, you are fully awake and the person right in front of you is the real Gojo Satoru. Not your fantasy, not your dream, but real. It was hard you to believe that something that you wanted for so long finally came true and you most definitely wonât let this moment go.
âS-SatoruâŚâ you whisper, almost inaudible.
âYes, sweetheart?â he asks with a smile on his face. âIs there something you want? Or need?â
He knows what heâs doing. He definitely knows what heâs doing.
âTouch meâŚâ you mumble under your breath. âJustâtouch me, please.â
With that, Satoru chuckles before leaning in towards your ears. His hands trailing down, from your chin down to your neck and wraps his slender fingers around the base, but not too tight. Just enough to make you squirm and squeeze your legs even more.
âIf the shy girl wants it then who am I to refuse?â he whispers, his hot breath touching your skin that caused the hairs of your body to stand up.
Suddenly, you feel a wet yet hot sensation make contact with your ears, making its way down your jaw while Satoruâs hand tilt your head to the sides to give him more access of licking and kissing your jaw and neck. Your back touched the arm rest behind you as Satoru slowly pushed you down. He held both your thighs, positioning them to open so he can stay in between them as he kisses your neck down your collarbone, leaving bites and marks.
As Satoru devours your neck and collarbone, his hand expertly unbuttons your shirt while the other caresses your thighs, his fingers making circle patterns on your skin. When your buttons are finally undone, Satoru opens your shirt so he can clearly see your body underneath him. He pulls away from you so he can properly enjoy the view then pulls his shirt over his head.
Your half-lidded eyes earlier suddenly widen when you saw the perfect view of Satoruâs body. A body that was almost carved by the gods themselves and that wasnât even the main attraction that caught your attention. It was the veins running down his crotch and that fucking v-line.
âYou like the view from down there, slut?â he chuckles but then he noticed how you whined and squirmed underneath him when he called you slut. âOh? Did you like being called that?â
You nod. But Satoru doesnât take that as an answer so his hand made its way down to your neck again but he wasnât squeezing it too hard.
âYes,â you say. âI like it, Satoru. Like it when youânghâwhen you call me a slut.â
âGood. Because thatâs what you are,â he mumbles as he leans down to your chest, leaving marks and kisses. âSuch a shy little slut for me.â
But the white-haired man scoffs because your bra is in the way. He didnât bother taking it off by clasping it. He just pulled it down to expose your nipples and didnât waste any time to lick and suck your sensitive bud, making you arch your back. Satoruâs fingers pinch your other nipple while his knee keeps on pushing and adding pressure on your sensitive pussy, still covered with your now-soaked panties.
Satoru continues to feast on you body while you squirm and moan underneath him. When he was finally done with your tits, Satoruâs kisses went even further down until he reached your skirt. Being the impatient asshole he is, he didnât bother taking them off and just lifts it up, exposing your panties that has a wet area because of your arousal.
A smirk grew on the white-haired manâs lips and didnât hesitate to touch the wet area using his index and middle finger. He pushes his fingers on your sensitive bud with enough pressure to have you arching your back. Satoru might be an impatient man but of course he would take your panties off to have better access on your soaking pussy.
Realizing that your cunt is now exposed of Gojo motherfucking Satoru, your hand instinctively covered your pussy as if he did not just suck your tits earlier. But seeing your pussy is different. Of course youâd be shy and flustered. Heâs Gojo Satoru, for godâs sake. Heâs seen more pussy other than yours.
âDonât get all shy on me now,â he mumbles. âTake your hands off or Iâll tie them together.â
With that, you slowly took away your hand, letting him see your soaked pussy.
âDonât hide yourself from me,â he smiles. âYouâre fucking gorgeous.â
Satoru leans down so he can easily make contact with your cunt. His fingers rub your slit, soaking it with your juices and you couldnât help but arch your back. A smile grows on his face and suddenly, you can feel him insert a finger inside your cunt, making you whine. His thumb draws circles around your clit that made your thighs quiver until you feel another finger being inserted inside you.
Satoru plunges his fingers in and out of you yet in a slow and sensual pace. He can feel your walls clenching around his fingers as he inserts his digits back. A smirk forms on his glossy lips and plunges his fingers even deeper, deeper than you could reach yourself.
Youâve fingered yourself before butâgod, this was so different than what you would usually feel. Is it because his fingers are thicker and longer than yours? Or is it because heâs so fucking good at it?
âAh! Satoru!â you whine. âR-right there! Right there, please!â
The squelching noise that your pussy and Satoruâs fingers are creating together as well as your wanton moans filled the air of your apartment. You didnât care how loud you were. You didnât care if the walls are thin and you didnât care if your neighbors hear you. You didnât care about anything else, you just want Satoru to make you cum with his fingers.
Satoruâs pace becomes even more faster, but he figured that it wasnât enough. Of course itâs not enough. He wasnât satisfied with just using his fingers.
So he leans down and lolled his tongue out, not even hesitating to lick your sensitive clit, making you jolt and arch your back when you suddenly feel his tongue circling around your clit while his fingers plunge in and out of you. Your legs start to quiver and squirm. The sensation was too much for you that you couldnât help but close your legs. But Satoru wasnât done so he grips your legs apart and held the back of your thighs to keep you in place.
This time, Satoru pulls his fingers out and held your thighs in place but his tongue is doing all the work now, licking and sucking your poor overstimulated pussy. Your eyes suddenly widen and your back arched when you feel Satoru insert his tongue inside you, plunging it deeper that his nose is touching your clit.
âOh, fuck! Satoru! Itâsânghâtoo much! I canâtâ!â
Your whines and moans continue but Satoru was too busy eating you. But he suddenly pulls away to look at your view. You look so fucked and he didnât even used his cock yet.
âFor someone whoâs shy and quiet, youâre being awfully loud for me, sweetheart.â he chuckles before devouring your cunt again.
Satoru can already feel that youâre close. He knows youâre close so he used his thumb to rub circles on your clit and thatâs when you completely lost it.
Your legs quiver on Satoruâs grip when you feel your orgasm rip through you. The sensation that Satoru made you feel had you seeing stars, something that you never felt before whenever you touch yourself and this mightâve been the first time that you came this intense. And it felt so fucking good.
Seeing your fucked out state, Satoru chuckles as he watches you catch your breath after that intense orgasm.
âYou still with me?â he asks. âI havenât even used my cock yet!â
âThen use it. Fuck me, Satoru⌠I want your cock inside me, please.â
âKiss me first. Come up here and kiss me.â he smiles.
You didnât hesitate to sit back up and reach for Satoruâs face. Your hand made their way to his cheek while the other caresses his soft white hair. He returns the kiss and inserts his tongue inside your mouth, writhing and swirling against yours. This time, Satoru settles himself next to the arm rest, laying down on the couch while his head rests on the arm rest. Now, youâre on top of him, kissing his glossy lips and grinding your aching pussy on the bulge of his pants.
âWhy donât you do the honors and take my cock out?â Satoru smirks in between your kisses.
And who were you to deny that?
So you unzip Satoruâs pants, bringing it down to reveal the bulge inside his boxers. His cock sprung free when you slid down his boxers, slapping against his lower abdomen. Its size and girth has you gulping because you havenât seen a cock that big. Sure, youâve fucked yourself using your dildos but none of your toys compare to Satoruâs cock. A prominent vein runs along the underside of the base of his cock, its pinkish head is releasing pre-cum that drips down to the base.
You didnât have any idea what you were doing when you had the urge to suck Satoruâs cock. But the white-haired man didnât have any protests, of course. In fact, his hand is guiding your head to suck on his pulsating cock. After realizing that you didnât need any guidance, Satoru lets you do your thing.
You let your tongue swirl around the base of his cock and despite it being deep inside your throat, youâre barely even gagging as you take him deeper that your nose is touching his nicely trimmed hair. You continue to suck and lick Satoruâs cock, making him release pretty moans and groans and curses under his breath.
When he felt himself getting close, Satoru couldnât help but grip your hair and guide your head even though youâre sucking him so well. He just needed something to hold on to and your hair was perfect.
âAh, fuck! Iâm gonna cum. Shit!â he moans until he feels himself release inside your throat. Satoru lets you pull away. Your saliva and some of his cum is leaking down your chin, making him wipe it using his thumb.
âHoly shit. That was so good,â he chuckles. âYou sure itâs your first time sucking cock?â
âUh, well, I-I had some practice,â you say, âwith my⌠toys.â
âWho knew you were such a horny slut?â Satoru didnât let you answer when he told you toâ
âSit on my cock,â he says. âSit on my cock and ride me like what you do to your toys. I bet they wonât even compare to mine, huh?â
You gulp before climbing on top of him again. Satoru uses his hand to snake down his head as a pillow while his other hand holds your hips. Positioning yourself on top of him, your hand holds the base of his cock while the other is clinging on the head rest of the couch to support yourself.
You lower yourself down on Satoruâs cock and you couldnât help but whimper and bite your lips when the tip of his cock finally went inside you. His cock is far more thicker than any of your toys that it has your legs quivering and shaking yet you still continued to lower yourself, taking all of him inside you.
When you stopped, Satoru looks up at you.
âWhyâd you stop? Youâre not even half way there.â
âWhat?â you whimper. âIs it t-that big?â
âYes, sweetheart,â he chuckles. âItâs that big.â
Without answering, you continue to lower yourself. Satoru is staring at how your pussy is taking him all in and how youâre struggling to. Youâve done this numerous times on your toys before but riding a real cockâhis cockâis far different from that feeling, mainly because Satoru is big.
âItâs soâahâso deep, Satoru. I donât think I canâcanât take more.â you whimper.
âBut itâs all inside you now,â he smiles. âAh, fuck. You feel so good.â
To ease the feeling, Satoru lets you cockwarm him while his thumb rub circles on your sensitive clit. When you finally feel at ease and ready to ride him, Satoru places his hand on your hips to keep you in place as you bounce up and down on his cock.
The squelching noises every time his balls meets your skin fills the air of your apartment once again, accompanied by your loud moans and Satoruâs groans.
You can feel the tip of Satoruâs cock hitting the sweet spot of yours that has you clenching around him and every time you look down at the lewd sight below you, you can see a bulge forming on your lower stomach whenever you sink yourself down on Satoruâs cock. Although you seem to be fine riding him and taking all of his cock, you couldnât look at him straight in the eyes and you even use your hand to cover the lower half of your face since his cerulean eyes are staring right at you.
âDonât get all shy on me now, slut. Youâre riding my cock and yet you still have the nerve to be shy? Câmon, donât hide yourself,â Satoru grins when he grips both of your hips and lowers you down.
âAh! Satoru! What are youâah!â
You couldnât seem to think straight when he took the initiative to guide you on his cock in a fast and rough pace. Every time he sinks your body down his cock, his hips would thrust up and meet your movement, making the lewd noises even more louder and harder than before.
âNgh! Fuck, âToru! Itâs so deep! So good!â
âYeah? Itâs better than riding those plastic cocks you own, huh?â he chuckles, followed by a moan. âGod, you feel so fucking good. Fuck, fuck, fuck!â
ââm gonnaâgonna cum, Satoru! âm so close! So close!â
âDo it. Cum on my cock.â
With that, your orgasm rip through you once more. Your legs quiver on top of Satoru and your chest making rapid up and down motions, letting you catch your breath while you half-lidded eyes try to open despite being fucked out after releasing another intense orgasm, but this time, on Satoruâs cock.
When you decided to get off Satoruâs still hard cock, he tells you toâ
âBend over the couch.â
And who were you to disobey?
Satoru positions your upper body to bend over the arm rest of the couch, placing a hand wrapped around the back of your neck. Wasting no time, Satoru plunges his cock inside of you again, making you let out a muffled whine.
This time, Satoru didnât let you relax on his cock and continues to pump inside you in a fast pace. His hands grip your hips as he thrusts in and out of you. His gaze his on the lewd sight of your pussy taking him all in, observing the white ring around his cock.
Who knew heâd be fucking the smartest and shyest girl in his literature class? Who fucking knew that that shy and quiet girl is secretly a horny slut who is begging for him to fuck her harder until she canât think?
âOh, fuck! Satoru! Yesyesyes! Fuck me harder, please!â
âEasy.â he mumbles before fucking into you so deep that it reaches your cervix, making you grip the sheets of the couch and whine so loud that youâre sure that everyone in your apartment building heard how youâre being fucked so good.
As Satoru keeps his rough and fast pace consistent, you couldnât seem to let out coherent words anymore and your eyes are now teary from the pleasure that Satoru is giving you. Your toes are curling and your hands are gripping the sheets as you feel yourself releasing another intense orgasm out of you.
âFuck, âm gonna cumâgonna cum! âm close, Toru! Satoru! Fuck!â
âYeah, cum on my cock again! Oh, god. Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck!
Satoru quickly pulls out of you before he can release. His hand pumps his cock, releasing his cum on your back while your thighs are now soaked with your juices that drips down your legs. The two of you catch your breath but Satoru pulls you in to kiss you.
âYou just proved me right, sweetheart,â he mumbles in between your kisses. âNow letâs work on that essay, yeah?â he pulls away and smiles, as if he didnât just fucked the words and ideas out of you.
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⸠DAY SEVEN: PSYCHO KILLER.
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summary:
Inspired by the 'Scream' movies - After recieving a threatening phonecall one night and being attacked by a killer wearing a ghostface mask, you realise he'll stop at nothing to have you - sorry, they.
CW: fem reader, murder and violent descriptions, ghostface! gojo, ghostface! geto, consensual sex, p in v, mentions of bullying, crying, trauma, 'slut', 'sweetheart', 'princess', oral - both m&f recieving, fingering, mouth fucking, threesome, dom! geto, gojo & reader are both switches.
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likes, comments and reposts are deeply appreciated! <3 enjoy.
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A few days ago, you were alone in what used to be the comfort of your own home, but what was now a building you couldnât step foot in without the ever present feeling of dread washing over you.
Simply, you had been watching TV, enjoying your own company, when suddenly, your telephone erupted to life as the noise of its ringing echoed off the walls and alerted you incessantly.
Groaning, you reluctantly got up from your comfortable position on the sofa and shuffled over to where you kept the telephone.
Picking it up, you hit the answer button, despite not recognising the number.
âHello?â you voiced, curious to who was ringing you during the dark hours of the night.
âHello.â A dark voice returned. It wasnât one you recognised, causing your curiosity to be peaked as you prodded for further information.
âWho is this?â
The voice on the other end was quick to reply, though it wasnât the answer you were hoping for. âWho are you?â
Rolling your eyes, you smirked at his teasing tone, although you couldnât really tell whether that was just how his voice was. It was low yet incredibly attractive.
âI asked you first.â You replied, returning his mischievous tone and making him laugh.â
âI apologise, I must have gotten the wrong number.â
âDonât worry about it, it happens all the time. Bye now.â You said before hanging up the call and laughing slightly to yourself as you thought you heard a quiet âwaitâ from the other end, though you werenât positive considering the phone had been away from your ear at that point.
Before you could walk off and back to the comfort of your sofa, the phone began to ring again. Rolling your eyes, you once again reached over to answer, letting out an annoyed greeting to the person on the receiving end.
âSorry, sweetheart. I just wanna get to know you a bit better. You gotta boyfriend?âÂ
The same voice from the previous call. You were surprised by his forwardness and slightly hesitant to reply considering you had no clue who he was. However, you saw no other reason not to play along with his games.
Laughing gently, you replied. âNo, I donât have a boyfriend. I donât really like the guys at my college.âÂ
He let out a hum of understanding. âWhat, you donât like your college?â
âJust the people. I have my two best friends, but other than that, everyone else kinda sucks. They treat me like shit but I donât have it in myself to care anymore.â You scolded yourself mentally for admitting that to a stranger and making yourself seem so vulnerable, yet there was something so familiar about the voice on the other end that made you feel like you could open up.Â
It was true, however. The people that surrounded you at your college were consistently filling your ears with remarks that were laced with an unjustifiable hatred and yet said like you had all been nothing but friends for the past year. Their rude comments disguised as jokes.
Nevertheless, you had no issue brushing it off. You knew the reason they hated you was because they either wanted to be friends with Suguru and Satoru, your best friends, or be with them, all while they had found themselves attached to you - and only you. Completely uninterested in anyone elseâs advances.Â
Of course, they were friends with everyone. Yet they were never hesitant to cancel plans and ditch others to hang out with you - which only furthered everyone elseâs hatred.Â
You didnât think that they knew of everyone elseâs torment, considering everyone was so nice to you whenever you found yourself in the company of Gojo and Geto. You preferred to keep it that way, not wanting to bother them with something so small.
Unbeknownst to you, however, they knew. They knew about every insult thrown in your direction and it annoyed them endlessly - both just as desperate to do something about it yet they knew if they insulted people back, those same people would only blame you and hate you even more.
You met both Gojo and Geto in high school.
At first, you paid no attention to either of them. Truthfully, you would have preferred it if they had left you alone. However, as determined as they both are, they only latched onto you more. Overtime, you became more used to their company and your curt responses became wholehearted laughs and endless conversations.Â
The pair would do anything for you - and you could sincerely say that feeling was mutual.
âI could make it all go away sweetheart.â He replied. His words were ominous, confusing and left a sudden striking feeling of dread in the pit of your stomach, like you could feel the blood-thirsty, malicious intent behind his words impaling you like a knife through your stomach.
âWhat do you mean?â You whispered, taken aback and suddenly apprehensive and cautious.
âLet me ask you a question⌠What do you think,â he paused, and for a moment, you could have sworn you heard the sound of steel against steel on the other end of the call, which caused your heart to speed up and images of knives impaling your skin to flash into your mind. It irritated you that heâd ask questions but never answer them. â⌠about scary movies?â
He wasnât serious, was he? Was this an attempt to scare you and trick you into believing that he was about to murder you? Well, he had certainly picked the wrong victim. Even despite your previous slip-up, you were a lot stronger than he must have thought.
You scoffed, muttering a quick yet dismissive âvery funnyâ before hanging up and walking back over to the sofa. Though you wouldnât deny the fear that coursed through your veins and the prominent tremble in your hands.
His words were replaying in your mind like a broken record as your head spinned with all the meanings behind his gruesome statement.Â
Before you could sit back down again, the phone began to ring once more. Your fear only increased with each loud ring of the phone and you were stuck on what to do about the situation.
You could call your best friends, yet at this hour, theyâd most likely be asleep. Besides, if you were to tell Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru that you thought a serial killer was stalking you and tormenting you over the phone, theyâd have laughed in your face. At least Suguru would have given you a sympathetic smile with an almost mocking âgood luckâ.
No, you were fine. To tell the truth, you wouldnât have been surprised if the so-called serial killer was Gojo or Geto pulling a prank on you. And if it was, youâd undoubtedly scold them for it later and ignore them until they made it up for you in the form of all your favourite foods.
You let the phone ring until it automatically ended. Yet, whoever was on the other side of the call, was incredibly persistent and committed to talk to you.
Growing more and more frustrated you picked the phone back up, bringing it to your ear before threatening whoever it was.
âIf you donât stop calling me, I swear to god i will-â
âShut the fuck up and listen.â He responded, cutting you off and silencing you immediately. Swallowing deeply, you were far too scared to continue your threat and instead opted for listening to whatever demands they had. âGood girl. Now, I want you to come and unlock your front door. You wouldnât want to displease me, would you?â
Your eyes widened. He was outside of your house, waiting for you to open your door, most likely so that he could slice you open. Yet, a wave of realisation washed over you followed by one of relief.
So he couldnât get in? This was perfect, he had unknowingly given you an opportunity for you to escape.Â
You ran over to the window and peeked through the blinds to check if he was by your door, letting out a sigh of relief when seeing that he wasnât before sucking in a shaky one when it registered that you had no idea where he actually was which would make escape far more difficult.
âIf you try to escape, I will gut you. I can see your every movement from right here, so just open the fucking door.âÂ
You wanted to call his bluff, but decided it was a waste of breath.Â
Hand hovering over the lock, you contemplated opening it as you had no idea of what his motive was and whether or not you had greater odds at surviving if you attempted to sneak out now.Â
Before you could make your mind up, your feet had decided for you, running towards the back door and unlocking it in order to allow you to force it open.
To your dismay, you couldn't get one foot outside the door before you were yanked back forcefully by your arm and thrown to the floor.
All you could see was a figure dressed in all black with his back to you as he shut the door and locked it once again before throwing the key into your bin. Watching him turn around felt like the longest wait of your life, and when he did, the sickening feeling in your stomach increased at the sight of his terrifying mask. Its eyes were sunken and its mouth was hung open as though it was screaming.
Suddenly coming back to your senses, you scrambled back and quickly got up, running to the kitchen to grab a knife in defence as the masked killer stalked behind you.
From behind the kitchen counter, you aimed your knife at him in an attempt to get him to stay away from you. âHow come you needed the door open if you were already inside?â You asked, not really expecting a response but needing one nevertheless.Â
You were met with a simple shrug before he began walking towards you again, pace quicker than before as he completely ignored the weapon you possessed.
You swung at him but he dodged, grabbing your wrist and gripping so tightly that you let out a scream in agony before dropping the blade to the floor - the sound echoing throughout the kitchen as the steel met the cool tiles.Â
Taking your knee, you aimed for his stomach and put all your force into making the two meet, causing him to stumble back and grip onto his stomach in pain. Forgetting your weapon, you aimed for the front door.
Fiddling with the lock, you struggled to get it to open because of your trembling hands.
Looking back you saw him gripping onto the doorframe, staring at you with nothing but what you perceived as murderous intent deep within the black holes of his mask.
You cursed, giving up on the door when you remembered that you had left your bedroom window open earlier. You were screaming for help, hoping that whatever small chance there was that someone was outside at this time of night, it would be someone brave enough to help you.
Stumbling up the stairs, you felt a hand on your ankle pulling you down. There was a loud thump followed by a pained groan from your lips when you hit your head on the stairs.
His gloved hand was on your arm and he turned you over. You stared up at him for a few moments as he hovered above you in thought, seemingly conflicted on what to do next. Taking the opportunity, you used your leg to kick him off you and continued to run up the stairs. He followed you up and through the hallway with more frustration in his heavy steps.
Running, you attempted to slow the masked killer by pushing random objects from their place and into his path but your efforts were futile. He was able to dodge them all and continue to follow you undisrupted.
He finally grabs you before putting the knife to your throat. You struggled in his grip, screaming for help and thrashing about as though being irrational would save your life. The knife began to trail down the side of your face and down your body. He cut one of the straps from your top, causing you to whimper in fear of what else he might do.
His gloved hand ran up the side of your arm in a prolonged, teasing manner before wrapping his hand around your throat resulting in your mouth widening as you gasped. It was strange how his grip wasnât nearly as strong as it would have had to be in order to kill you when he was clearly here to take your life.
Your entire life was flashing before your eyes.
Suddenly, the sounds of sirens rang prominent through your street and pulled up outside your house.
You let out a choked sob in gratitude for whatever god had brought the police to your house and saved your life whilst tears streamed down your face.
The ghostface killer, on the other hand, looked less than pleased, evident by the grip that he had on you beginning to tighten.
You could hear his breathing through his mask as he leaned down to whisper in your ear, whilst simultaneously bringing a voice changer to the mouth of his mask. âUntil next time, princess.â
There was something so strangely familiar about his teasing tone and flirtatious nickname, yet you couldnât quite place your finger on how you recognised the way he spoke.
Snapping out of your thoughts, you realised that you were no longer in the arms of a murderer, but being shaken out of your daze by a police officer.
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Now, a few days later, you couldnât shake off the feeling of death looming over your shoulder.
You constantly felt like you were in danger and you were having a hard time trying to leave behind that night's incidents, especially when you closed your eyes and saw that ghostly face and were woken up after feeling a hand wrapped around your throat.
It turns out, one of your neighbours had heard your screams and had decided to phone the police - to which you were extremely thankful for. Nevertheless, you wouldnât be able to sleep until the killer was caught.
Currently, you were at a party you had been dragged to reluctantly by your best friends.
They were far more lively and sociable than you and had somehow convinced you that coming out was beneficial for your gradual deteriorating mental health after the attack you had suffered. You had tried to argue, stating that âjust because they hide all their feelings behind stupid parties and alcohol doesnât mean you have to as well.â
However, they, especially Gojo, were very persistent and wouldnât leave you alone until you had begrudgingly accepted.
Lights flashed throughout the house and bodies pressed against each other tightly. All you were trying to do was make it to the less cramped kitchen in order to free yourself from feeling like you were suffocating.
The entire night, the same people who mocked and ridiculed you everyday of your life were giving you false sympathy and support which only made you feel worse. They were only doing it to look good as they had never cared about your feelings beforehand.
Still, it enabled you to be able to come to this party which whilst you werenât entirely thrilled to be there, you were curious to see what it was like without the boundless whispers.
Finally, you made it to the kitchen and when you saw a flurry of white hair accompanied by the tied back, black hair, you let a smile creep onto your face as you approached them.
Gojo noticed you first, a wide grin appearing on his face when you locked eyes. He took you into a tight hug, squeezing you with such sincere comfort that you could have broken down in his arms right then and there. âHowâs my favourite girl doing, huh?â
âIâm fine.â You said, laughing gently at his affection.Â
You turned to look at Suguru, who had a plain annoyed look on his face as he shook his head at you. âYeah because you look fine, princess.â
Rolling your eyes at his nickname, you suddenly felt a pang in your chest. You felt as though you were missing something - like there was something so obvious right in front of you that you were just too blind to see.
The two boys glanced at you, then to each other and then back at you once more when they noticed your unexpected stupor.
Feeling a flick on your forehead, you looked up and saw Gojo looking at you over his glasses with a concerned look on his face.
âSeriously, Iâm fine.â
Once again, they looked at each other, not convinced at all by your statement.Â
A silence hung over the three of you for a moment, and during that moment, everything was oddly quiet.Â
The music had faded yet the people around you were still dancing and drinking like they werenât feeling the fear that was engraved into your skin. Not even Suguru or Satoru had noticed the shift in the air that was consuming you and strangling you, and they went through every emotion you experienced right there with you.Â
The pair simply nodded each other before excusing themselves and giving you one final hug before exiting, leaving you to drown in your emotions without a lifeguard to help you come out of the water.
You stood in the kitchen with a drink in your hand and alone with the toxic company of your own thoughts for what felt like centuries when the power seemingly went out without warning.Â
The music stopped flowing through the room and bouncing obnoxiously off the walls, and everyoneâs enthusiastic cheers and shouts became confused murmurs and quiet chatter.
You assumed it was some asshole trying to scare everyone and simply scoffed at their attempt. It was either that, or someone had drunkenly managed to cut the power out. Nevertheless, you shrugged it off as not a big deal and waited for it to come back on.
However, when it did, your heart dropped at the sight - and even more so at the sound of laughter as everyone turned around to look at you, so much for fake sympathy.
Stood on a table in the middle of the room was some guy with a similar mask to the one you had described to everyone. The same lifeless, black eyes that melted down the maskâs face and the warped scream sketched onto it.Â
Their attempt was pathetic really, especially when they hadnât even gone for the full look and donned their regular clothes in place of the outfit the killer was wearing.
Still, you were pissed off.Â
Whoever it was was staring right at you, pointing a knife in your direction and shouting dramatically some shit about killing you. You werenât entirely paying attention, moreso figuring out how you were going to leave when so many people were blocking your path.
âFucking attention whore just dying for everyone to shower her with sympathy. Iâll fucking kill youââ He was cut off suddenly, everyoneâs laughter dying down as they turned their heads in his direction.
There was a red colour spreading through the material of his shirt, yet no one had truly registered what had happened before he collapsed on the table and revealed an actual ghostface mask - wearing a void of black.
His eyes scanned the room before they met yours. Tilting his head, he waved at you before lunging for his next victim.
Everyone was sent into a state of panic as they all rushed for the door before someone called out claiming that it was locked. Sounds of screaming could have been heard from miles away.Â
You searched everywhere for Gojo and Geto but couldnât see them anywhere, instantly, your mind went to the worst possible scenario. However, realistically, you knew it would take a lot to kill just one of the two, let alone both of them. They had probably gone out for more alcohol, the thought of them being alive made you relax slightly, before tensing back up again after realising the situation you were in.
You ran through the house and pushed through the cluster of bodies in an attempt to find somewhere you could hide.
There was a part of you that understood the masked killer was after you and that maybe, the rest of these people would have a chance at survival if you turned yourself into his possession. There was a deeper part, however, that didnât want to save their lives. You never wanted to hear their mocking laughter ever again. You wouldnât admit it though, not even internally.
You had no idea how one person was managing to kill so many people so incredibly fast, yet it had only been half an hour of dodging bodies and swapping between hiding places before most people were either dead, or had managed to escape. It was tricky, yet as the party was held at Gojo and Getoâs shared home, you knew your way around the first floor pretty well.Â
Admittedly, you had no idea how people were managing to escape. Especially now that the murderer was blocking it.Â
You had already checked all the first floor windows only to find them locked.Â
There were bodies everywhere, blood staining the floor and lifeless eyes watching your every quiet move.
At first, watching people get killed off one by one was horrifying and you had to place a shaking hand over your mouth to prevent your choked sobs and gasps from making any noise that may draw attention to you.
Each body was so brutally violated, not only from the vile acts committed by the killer and his knife, but also from the scrambling bodies treading mercilessly over bodies in order to escape, leaving them mangled and unrecognisable by most.
The entire scene was truly horrifying.
Currently, you were panting heavily against the wall, the ghostface killer just around the corner from you, evident by the stomping of his boots and the sound of his breathing through his mask.Â
Taking a peek around the corner, you saw that same mask of death that haunted you since the moment he broke into your house and you were consumed with insurmountable hatred and rage.Â
However, when you quickly turned back around so that he wouldnât see you, you looked to the right of you down the corridor and saw another one staring at you with a knife in his hand.
There had been two all along. That must have explained how he was both in your house and calling you from outside at the same time - and why he asked you to open the door.
His finger ran over the blade as he tilted his head at you before he gradually started to inch closer and closer to you.
The sound of his boots hitting the blood-soaked floor screamed at you to run, yet for a few moments, you struggled to understand how there were two and how you were going to get yourself out of this situation.
The ghost-faced figure dragged the sharp edge of his knife along the wall as he began to make his way towards you.
You snapped out of your petrified daze and made a quick turn towards the staircase behind you, without thinking about the second ghostface that stood right around the corner. Although, after the realisation when you heard the second pair of footsteps trail after you, you couldnât find it within you to care as your mind was set only on escape.
You had been to Gojo and Getoâs house before, but you didnât have the entire blueprint plastered onto the back of your eyelids and itâs not as if you had any reason to go upstairs so really, you had no idea where you were going.
Struggling to breathe, you grabbed onto the side of the wall for support as you looked back to see where they were.
Both of them were practically strolling as they made their way past the stairs and through the long corridor. It pissed you off to no extent to see them sauntering behind you as if catching you would require minimum effort and like they had all the time in the world.
âCocky assholes.â You muttered, before beginning to run again.
Reaching the end of the hallway, you panicked and turned to enter the room to your left in order to check if there was a window that you could have escaped from. With every passing moment, your heart began to race faster as your options thinned.
Barging down the door, your eyes widened at the sight of a window in the room in front of the bed and you were overcome with the feeling of future safety.Â
There wasnât an ounce of hesitation in your rushed steps towards the window as you reached out to it in order to pull it open.Â
Your heart sank at the feeling of resistance from the window. No matter how hard you pulled, it wouldnât budge. Was it locked?
Looking around the room, you took note of how it was most likely Gojoâs due to Getoâs more simplistic taste. You darted towards his drawer, rummaging through his things in a desperate attempt to find a key to unlock his window with. You slammed your fist on his desk and kicked it aggressively as tears fell down your cheeks at the disappointment and fear you were filled with after realising you had no hope of escaping.
The sound of the door creaking open sent shivers down your spine and you were convinced you could have thrown-up at the looming feeling of death peering over your shoulder in anticipation.Â
You whimpered in fear as you scrambled to get as far away from the pair as possible, backing yourself into a corner in the process which only allowed them to get closer and closer to your trembling body.Â
You were fucked.
They had you cornered. They were going to kill you. Right after you were convinced you had managed to escape, you were about to be slaughtered mercilessly by two psychos in ghostface costumes, just like the poor victims you had watched get killed brutally before yourself.
You slid down the wall in the corner, accepting your fate. Still, you refused to completely give up.
Mustering up whatever was left in your lungs due to your breathless state, you screamed for help as loudly as you could. It had worked a few nights before, so it wasnât completely futile, you had managed to convince yourself.
Although you were losing hope, you didnât want to stop fighting. You didnât stop when he had you pinned against your stairs or was holding a knife to your throat, so you wouldnât stop now.Â
Gojo and Geto had to still be alive. Amongst the mass of dead bodies, not a single one looked like either of theirs. They were around, probably looking for you, you just knew it.
So, you shouted their names at the top of your lungs as you sobbed. âI swear to fucking god, my friends are gonna get here and kick your asses.â You managed to choke out.
One of them laughed involuntarily, forgetting to use the voice changer. You refused to believe how recognisable that laugh was until he slowly reached up to remove his mask - strands of snowed hair falling into place.
âYou hear that, Suguru? Sheâs gonna get her best friends on us. How cute!â Satoru exclaimed, that same smile that would, under any other circumstance, force a smile out of you as well.
Your head snapped in the direction of the ghostface next to him, refusing to believe Suguru would take any part of this as well.
Nothing but sorrow and grief filled your heart when he too removed his mask to reveal your other best friend underneath it, as though the two men you cherished and loved with your entire heart had died and in their place were two psychos simply borrowing their bodies to torment you or punish you for whatever you had done to deserve such grief.
âWhat the fuck have you two done?â was all you could let out. âYou killed all those people. You- youâre fucking psychopaths!â
Suguru looked genuinely surprised at your anger, as though he wasnât expecting it. Truthfully, he wasnât. He knew youâd be angry for the whole attempting to kill you thing, but everyone else? They hated you, so why did it matter? Afterall, everything they had done was for you. It was all according to their plan.Â
Your anger irritated them a bit, how could you be so ungrateful? How couldnât you see that everything they had done was for your benefit? It was clear what their motive was now, wasnât it?
âSo fucking ungrateful. You hated most of these people and so we killed them for you.â He defended, vexation laced into each syllable.
âFor me?â You muttered, eyes wide with disbelief, your breathing out of control. âYou canât use me as an excuse, I didn't ask for any of this!â
Suguru simply leaned back slightly, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he shook his head at you before letting out a low chuckle. Gojo looked equally as amused.
âReally? Not after that fucker humiliated you? Not after everyone sat and laughed at your trauma after pretending to be so supportive of you?â
Quickly, you added on: âTrauma you gave me.â Gojo and Geto simply ignored that part as if your mental health was simply collateral damage and that what they have given you is bigger than what they took from you.
âI saw relief in your eyes today. Relief that now theyâre all dead, you can live happily. Youâre pushing down how you really feel because you're ashamed but, sweetheart, you donât have to hide it from us.â Suguru continued, kneeling down to get on your level the same as Gojo as he smiled at you and took your cheek in his hand - you hated how you didnât even flinch and you were disgusted at how you leaned into his warm touch. He laughed. âI mean, you think weâre gonna judge you after being the ones to kill them?â
You hated this. You hated how they killed all those people and used you to justify what they had done. You hated how that meant your hands were stained with their blood. You hated the feeling inside of you that lurked beneath the hatred - the one of freedom and ease.
You hated how right Suguru was.Â
Tears trickled down your cheeks. You were filled to the brim with revulsion and self-loathing.
âFuck sheâs crying, Suguru. Aint she so hot when she cries?â Gojo said, his eyes swarming with adoration and excitement. One of his hands went to wipe the tears of your cheeks as he tutted sympathetically. âItâs okay, sweetheart. Weâve got you now, yeah?â
You couldnât stop yourself from nodding whilst you bit your lip to try and stop more tears from slipping.Â
Once again, Suguru was the one to speak up, Satoru too entranced with how you looked when you cried. âHereâs what's gonna happen, sweet thing,â His voice was soothing and you couldnât help but close your eyes and rest your head on Gojoâs calming hand which was running his thumb over your cheek. âThe reason we attacked you first was so that the police would feel more inclined to believe you. Youâre gonna tell them the killers got away and that you didnât see their face, okay? We might have to hurt you a bit, but weâll do the same to ourselves, is that okay, sweetheart?â
Letting out a shaky breath, you nodded. You couldnât believe what you were doing but you refused to lose Gojo and Geto and despite all evidence pointing against them being amicable and not just feeding you lies so that they could kill you later, you wanted so desperately to trust them and have them by your side forever.Â
And when you noticed the way Gojoâs eyes were lingering too often on the tear of your shirt which revealed more of your chest than before, your mind began to race with thoughts of being theirs.
But, that was ridiculous, wasnât it? So what if Gojoâs eyes were lingering, it was to be expected of him, really. Heâd always tease you flirtatiously and stare at you shamelessly, but you took that as Gojo being Gojo. Youâd be lying if you said you didnât like the teasing and staring though.
However, this was the first time your mind had run with the possibility of being with either of them, and you had never noticed the tingling sensation within you when either of them so much as grazed your skin until this moment.
The night's events had brought around something dark and untouched within you - something that forced your eyes to wander to whatever part of their skin was exposed and your mind to ponder what was underneath the rest of it.
Both of them stood up and offered their hands to help you stand as well - to which you took both.Â
Gojo, however, thought it would be funny to tug you into him far too hard, causing you to stumble into his chest. Luckily for him, that was the final string that needed to be snapped in order for you to make your own move and prove to them how devoted you were to the pair. Prove that no matter what crimes they committed - youâd be on their side.
âIf the two of you wanted to fuck me, you could have asked without making me think you were gonna kill me in the process.â You stated bluntly. The pair both looked at you with an equal amount of disbelief - Gojo being the first to respond to your offer rather eagerly as he pulled you further into his chest
âOh yeah? My girl would have said yes, hm? Such a slut, wanting her best friends to fuck her.â His voice was darker and lower than before, yet it was much more different (in a way better way) to the voice he would use when he put on his mask. âPlus, whereâs the fun in just asking to fuck you?â
Geto came up behind you after snapping out of his daze of doubt, pressing himself up against your back. He immediately noticed the way your body reacted, nudging yourself into him, wanting to get as close to the pair as you could. âWell, why donât we then?â
Your hand went to Gojoâs chest for stability as he looked down at you with that same cocky smirk and those bright blue, lust-filled eyes. âWe- We canât here! Some people got out, they've probably told the police, and I think having sex in a house where there are dead bodies rotting downstairs is kinda suspicious.â
Geto tutted disapprovingly. âWhat, after all weâve done for you tonight? You donât wanna make it up to us?â His hands roamed your hips before moving to your thighs. In a way that sent shivers throughout your entire body, one of his hands slowly went to creep in between your thighs and under your skirt before it brushed briefly over your clothed pussy.Â
You whined so quietly that they could only hear because of how close they were to you.Â
Suguru started to kiss down your exposed neck - making it harder and harder for you to stick to reason and wait until you had left.
Satoru, on the other hand, had his hands wherever he could touch you. They skimmed across your breasts over your shirt and down your hips. His face got closer to your own, his breath fanning your face as he nudged you with his nose before connecting your lips.
They were so painfully persuasive it killed you.
âO-okay-â
You could barely get out the last syllable before they had you thrown onto Satoruâs bed.
Whilst Geto was closer to the headboard, Gojo was on the end of the bed and had you crawling over his lap and his tongue shoved deep in your throat as Getoâs hands roamed your body and began to peel off your clothes.Â
At some point, you found yourself helplessly making out with Gojo, completely bare as they were. You were so lost in the intoxication that was Satoruâs lips you hadnât even been able to comprehend either of them removing their clothes or your own.
Your hand trailed across Gojoâs lap and slowly to the base of his dick before taking it in your hold, causing him to groan into your lips and for you to rub your thighs against each other in anticipation.
Breaking the kiss, you bring your hand up to your mouth and spit before bringing it back down to slowly start pumping Gojoâs dick. Your thumb swirled around the tip, teasing it slightly before you reconnected your lips with his - not before examining the dumbfounded yet amazed look on his face.
His hand went to your face and cupped it gently, deepening the kiss whilst moaning and cursing shamelessly into your mouth as he praised you for how good you were making him feel.
Suguru had moved to the side of the two of you, watching peacefully as he took his own dick into his hand and moved it slowly - content with just watching the scene unfold.
Your pussy was dripping so heavily it began to drip down the side of your thighs. Geto couldnât tear his eyes away from the sight as he wanted nothing more to bury his head in between your thighs. However, for now, he was happy to examine every move you made and analyse every sigh from your lips.
You and Gojo were all over each other, placing your lips wherever theyâd reach, leaving marks and bruises on each other and jerking him off so teasingly slow it had him cursing at you and filling your head with threats of everything heâd do to you once his dick was inside of you. You simply shrugged off every word that left his glossed lips.Â
It didnât take long for Suguru to become impatient, along with yourself who was becoming particularly frustrated with the lack of stimulation and attention on your pussy - or that's what you thought anyway. If you had so much as looked in the direction of Suguru, you would have noticed the way his hooded eyes were stuck on the way your pussy looked from behind. Unfortunately, your attention was strictly on making Gojo regret every teasing remark he had made in the past.Â
âDonât be so greedy, Satoru. Iâm here too, you know.â He said, before sitting back against the headboard and pulling you onto his lap instead of over Gojoâs - the latter who pouted slightly but showed no sign of retaliation.
Instead, he opted for going over to you with the most devilish grin on his face which caused you to swallow nervously and in regret at teasing him for so long.
Suguru radiated with dominance and control whilst you and Gojo fought each other for whatever Geto had left of it.
Suguruâs large, veiny hands trailed up the bare skin of your body, his fingertips were cool against your warm flesh.
You could feel the way he was desperately holding back, so taking things into your own hands, you pushed back on him slightly, earning a deep âfuckâ spilling from his lips as his hands squeezed your hips in a warning.Â
Satoru was now kissing your thighs, leaving marks littered across the flesh as a sign of proving who you belong to - who youâve always belonged to even before you realised it.
His soft lips hovered over your soaked pussy, but before he could tease, Suguru gave him a warning glare, to which Satoru simply huffed at the blatant âfavouritismâ as he would call it (However, Suguru doesnât think he could ever choose between either of you).Â
Getoâs rough hands went to part your thighs in order to give Gojo some room.
Gojoâs tongue glided through your folds and grazed over your clit, causing you to attempt to buck your hips up to meet his tongue, however the grip Geto had on you was firm, making your attempt seem pathetic.
Then, Geto took his hand and forced you to look to the side of you in order for him to capture your lips. You gasped and whined into his mouth when Gojo shoved two of his fingers into your gaping hole whilst his tongue circled your clit.
âTell me,â Geto started, his lips now barely an inch away from your own. âWho else has fucked this cute pussy, hm?âÂ
His hand on your hip intensified its hold at the thought of someone else having you.Â
Your face felt warm, not liking where this conversation was going. âU-uh⌠Well there was Tom but that was it.â You admitted, feeling hot all over.
Suguru hummed in understanding, before turning his attention to Gojo whose tongue was lapping at your dripping pussy like heâd been starved. âSatoru, did we kill him or not?â He asked in a similar tone to which you would ask someone the time.Â
Reluctantly Gojo removed his tongue from your messy cunt, although his fingers were still pumping viciously inside of you making you squirm and whine. He looked up at the ceiling, face scrunching as though he was lost in thought. âI think so⌠yeah. Yeah we did. I remember âcause he started begging for his life and shit.â Satoru laughed like it was an inside joke or a past memory of something lighthearted and funny. âWas he that pathetic when you fucked him?â
You couldnât even concentrate enough to answer him. All you could do was writhe and moan in pleasure as he fucked you dumb with just his tongue and fingers. So instead, Suguru answered for you.Â
âShit, bet he couldnât handle a pussy like this, hm? You seriously let that guy fuck you when we were right there, sweetheart? Shit, Iâm not happy about that, princess. What do you think, Satoru?â His eyes never left yours, his lips never moved further away.
âThink sheâs a slut for fucking such a loser. I also think that I should have saved his death for last, just so he could watch us fuck her brains out like she deserves - like a slut deserves.â He replied before diving straight back into your pussy as though he could get drunk off the taste.
Geto simply chuckled at his words in agreement.Â
With every passing second and every flick of Gojoâs tongue, you became closer and closer to your release. Your hands went to thread themselves in his hair and tugged slightly at his snowy stands before whimpering chants of âIâm so close.â
Yet, you really shouldnât have teased Gojo earlier. After all your years of friendship, you should have understood that whatever you give to him, heâll get you back ten times harder. And he did, with an approving nod from Suguru - you swore they could read each otherâs minds.
Seconds before you reached your high and succumbed to the euphoric feeling of Gojoâs tongue and fingers playing with you so nicely, he pulled away - ruining your orgasm and leaving you confused and crying.
Geto simply shushed you, running his thumb along your thigh in a somewhat soothing manner as you squirmed around and pressed your thighs together, aching for some semblance of friction or pleasure.
You sobbed and begged the pair but they both ignored you remorselessly, in fact, Geto seemed more disappointed in you for not seeing that coming.
You could feel the satisfied grin plastered onto Gojoâs face as he pressed his lips against your thighs and muttered faux apologies against your skin.Â
âIâm so sorry, baby. Youâll forgive me won't you? Couldnât help myself, I mean, really. Did you expect to get away with teasing me like that earlier? Now youâve learned your lesson, havenât you, princess?â
However, no amount of apologies was making the frown on your face disappear. So, in order to change that, Gojo once again had you in his hold, flipping you around so that you were now on your hands and knees in front of him whilst he rubbed his dick between the fat of your ass cheeks.
Suguruâs dick was right in front of you, and you looked up at him with pleading eyes, so desperate to take him into your mouth and make him feel good. His eyes always seemed to soften around you as they did now whilst he nodded at you gently - as if he hadnât just taken part in killing half your classmates.
Your hands went to grip his thighs before you started to lick and suck on the tip of his cock.
Satoru was spreading the fat of your ass, gawking at how beautiful you were before taking one of his hands and slapping your ass roughly.
You jumped, whining around the tip of Getoâs dick causing him to groan before pulling your head back to look at him with annoyed eyes and pouty lips. Gojo simply shrugged and said: âWe did say weâd have to hurt you a bit, right? How else would they ever believe us?â
Before you could counter his dumb remark, Getoâs hand guided your head back to his cock before shoving it past your lips - unwilling to wait any longer. He shifted, getting onto his knees so he could begin to fuck your mouth ruthlessly.
On the other hand, Gojo was still teasing his dick through the folds of your pussy. However, he could only last so long before needing to feel the tightness of your cunt around his dick, so steadily, he pushed the tip of his dick inside of you causing you to moan around Getoâs cock.
Suguru couldnât get enough of the feeling of your mouth around him. He was desperate to see you gagging and bawling around his dick because you were struggling to take him - yet he knew youâd take him without complaint.Â
Soon, the sounds of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the room. You couldnât speak, all you could do was whine and slobber around Getoâs dick as both of them bullied their thick cocks into you mercilessly.Â
The way the veins on Gojoâs dick dragged along your walls had your eyes rolling back into your head and his hand began to slip down to your pussy and play with your clit - willing to see you through your impending orgasm this time.
Your thighs and the sheets are drenched, everything they did was simply making you wetter and wetter.
Getoâs hand rested lazily on the top of your head, not pushing you down but keeping it there as a reminder of where he needed you the most. âFuck, sweetheart. Doing so well for both of us. We gotta switch later, Gojo. You have to feel her mouth.â
Gojo nodded instantly in agreement. âSheâs so fuckinâ perfect. Made to be our little slut, werenât you, princess?â
Again, you couldnât respond. All you could offer was a garbled whine in agreement and hope they understood the message.
âWho wouldâve thought our sweet little best friend was such a slut for our dicks.â Satoru commented, lost in the feeling of your walls hugging his dick which only clenched further at his degrading words.Â
You were just a dumb, choking mess. Only able to gag and slobber all over Getoâs dick whilst your mind could only think about the way Gojoâs was hitting your sweet spot so effortlessly.
It was like a domino effect, the way Getoâs orgasm sent you spiralling into your own at the feeling of his hot cum filling your mouth and dripping down your chin as he fucked himself into your face desperately.
And then, due to the feeling of your pussy clenching so tightly around his dick, Gojo was followed right behind you, spilling himself within you as he moaned and cursed whilst fucking both you and himself right through your orgasms.
You collapsed onto Suguru, who took you into his comforting embrace so naturally. And, as needy as he ever was, Gojo fell right onto the two of you.
The three of you lay there for a moment, ignoring the inevitable consequences youâd soon have to slither your way out of. You could have laid there in Suguruâs arms with Satoruâs breath hitting your face and his stare burning holes into your skin for years to come, however, halfway to drifting off, the sounds of sirens started to ring in the air.
Disappointment flooded your body, but you knew that soon, itâd be just the three of you living a completely unbothered life.
It was strange how you seemed more panicked than the other two, but at the end of the day, you couldnât lose them. Everything they had done was for you, every life taken tonight was to secure your own happiness. It filled you up with adoration to know theyâd do all that for you.
So after concocting a plan to dispose off the mask and costume behind the backs of the police, and nailing your cover story to the ground all before they had barged into Satoruâs room, only to find the three of you in the same corner they had previously trapped you in, you lay in bed with the pair later as you discussed the three of you leaving this town permanently once it was fully established you werenât suspects.Â
Eventually, you had come to terms with the fact that you were just as psychotic as your best friends for falling for them so hard.
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day 24 of drawing gojo every day until he comes back - dimple
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g. satoru who is a massive pervert and always wants to inspect your pussy after a day out with him, knowing his little touches and teasing whispers had you dripping, soaking those cute lacy panties. his long, slender fingers dipping just his fingertips in, clicking his tongue when he realizes just how drenched you are.
"she's soaked, baby...listen t' her, you get this wet for me?"
the way he talks about your pussy makes your mind so hazy, eyes fluttering as he teases the entrance, the slow in-and-out motions coaxing more and more slick from your hole. "ohh, you're dripping so much," satoru coos into your ear, a pout on his face.
"can i put them in, baby? can i put my fingers inside you?"
he barely waits for you to nod before they slip in, and you both moan. you're so tight, so hot, so messy inside, and he can feel how you squeeze and clench around his fingers, trying to egg him on to move.
"oh...fuuuck," he moans, seeing that the simple move has thick cream dripping around his fingers, the milky liquid making his cock throb in his pants at the thought of being buried deep inside you, that cream dripping down his balls as he fucks up into you.
"she's so mess, so sticky, such a sticky little pussy," he mutters, fingers suddenly picking up a deep, fast rhythm. not even your hand grabbing his wrist to get him to slow down can stop him. he wants to hear those wet noises you're making, hear how sloppy and sweet he's getting that puffy cunt.
"sticky an' creamy cunt doesn' want me to take away my fingers? hm? ohh, but babyyy, don' you wan't 'toru's fat cock in you? mhm? mhmm?"
he's so fucking perverted with his words, it's making tears drip down your face with how good it makes you feel, how it sends pangs of pleasure and need up your spine. you try to tell him to shut up, but he just curls his fingers up, pressing against that spot that makes slick spurt out of your cunt.
"oh, she's squirtin' all over me, look at how that made you gush! didn't even cum, but you're squirting, so cute, dumpling! c'mon, c'mon, fuck my hand, fuck your hips up into my hand s' i can kiss that cervix with my dick before i cum in you, babyyy...get yourself nice 'n' relaxed for your satoru."
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friendly competition : gojo satoru & geto suguru
summary: 4.0k words â itâs a bit difficult to choose who youâd rather have eat your pussy. maybe you should just flip a coin
includes: fem reader, reader is satoru's girlfriend, au not specified but written with no curse au in mind, cuckolding, cunnilingus, teasing, basically satoru and suguru trying to figure out who eats you out better
authorâs notes: the inspo behind this was me trying to decide which of the two would be better for a pussy eating drabble and i just decided they both would. so like a true problem solver, i made them both eat pussy
most people tend to crush on suguru first. he knows it, satoru knows it, and youâve been a victim of it. itâs nothing personal against satoruâheâs got his own charm, of course. suguru has just been blessed with a sweeter nature, something a bit more welcoming at first glance.Â
it takes some time and perhaps a decent amount of actions that speak louder than words, but you learn to appreciate satoru. more than you originally thought, too, because now itâs been four months of datingâand not just the causal fling type of thing. itâs the real, exclusive, commitment type of thing.Â
youâre over suguru; it was always just a crush and nothing more.
satoru is something that feels much deeper than that, something more intimate and raw and maybe even destined if you start to get cliche. your past appreciation for his best friendâs beauty doesnât have to interfere with what you feel for him now. thatâs why the three of you can be here, comfortably seated in your living room as you play a round of truth and dare for the sake of entertaining yourselves.
âtruth or dare?â suguru asks, turning to you once it hits your turn, making you contemplate for a moment. thereâs a half-drunken beer bottle in his hand, one he slides over to satoru across the coffee table for a sip as you tap your lip in thought.Â
âtruth,â you say finally, making him grin at you amusedly. thereâs a feeling in your gut that this isnât going to go how youâd like, but you push it down.Â
âdonât think picking truth will make me go easier on you,â he snorts. and then he looks at satoru with a look that tells you heâs planning something at your boyfriend's expense, and youâre not sure if you like it. âwho was your crush before satoru?â
that makes satoru choke on his sip of beer. you wince, watching how his eyebrows furrow as soon as the questionâs asked. satoru is always more than a little jealousâbut itâs cute in its own way; heâs pouty and whiny and (more) clingy every time he starts to feel possessive. if anything, itâs endearing when heâs like that more than it is annoying. itâs makes you feel wanted. maybe even a sick and twisted part of you feels a little satisfied that he cares that much, although you hate to admit it.Â
but this might not be light jealousy. or even the cute kind. hearing this answer might just crush himâyou canât do that to him. not over some silly surface-level attraction you had for suguru because he smiled sweetly and had nice bangs.Â
âi donât know what youâre talking about,â you glare, making suguru snicker in amusement.Â
satoru looks confused, the poor thing. looking back and forth between you two like heâs lost from some inside joke that heâs desperately trying to decipher.Â
âoh yeah?â suguru snorts, âdonât think i didnât notice the way you looked at me.â
thatâs all he needs to say for satoruâs mouth to fall openâitâs a devastated look. his head whips to turn to you in a secondâs time as he looks at you for confirmation.Â
âwhat? heâs lying, right baby? you never had a thing for him, right?â
you hesitate. you just canât bring yourself to lie to satoru, and it doesnât help that suguru is right there too, right there where he has the truth so easily dangling from his fingertips to drop into the palm of your boyfriendâs hands. youâd rather he just hears it from you.Â
the hesitation doesnât seem to go unnoticed by satoru because he looks at you crestfallen.Â
âit was silly,â you try to reassure, âit didnât actually mean anything! i just thought he was kind of cute, thatâs all.â
âyou didnât think i was cute?â he asks, hurt.Â
âof course i did!â you insist quickly.Â
suguru doesnât seem to be satisfied with the pure mess heâs started just yet, because he adds a sly, âi guess i was just cuter.â
satoru looks at you with what you can only describe as a purely crestfallen expression. you glare at suguru before you cup your boyfriendâs cheeks and squeeze them together in hopes of cheering him up.Â
âi got over it really fast,â you try to reason, âsuguru isnât nearly as funny or endearing.â
that seems to cheer him up a little, mainly because satoru has just about the biggest affinity for praise youâve ever had the pleasure of seeing, but you havenât quite eased his worries completely. you can tell as he wraps a possessive arm around you and pulls you into his side, glaring at suguru as he narrows his eyes.Â
âmy girlfriend doesnât like you or your emo piercings. get your own girlfriend.â
âi didnât say i want your girlfriend,â suguru rolls his eyes, âi just pointed out that she wanted me.â
âi didnât want you like that,â you interrupt, crossing your arms, âi thought you were attractive for maybe a few weeks before satoru grew on me.â
âyeah! i grew on her,â he nods from the side, âbecause i donât have emo piercings and balloon pants.â
âand i donât have geriatric hair. whatâs your point?â
itâs all back to normal within a few moments, you realize. perhaps suguru and satoru are just like that. they push buttons you canât imagine why, but they end up right back into that fond back-and-forth bickering as always. you canât help but chuckle and shake your head as you tune them out.Â
suguru has always had a thing for causing troubleâmost people tend to lump that habit in with satoru, but thatâs because heâs always just been a bit more loud about it. suguru likes to start the sparks slowly instead of lighting the match. itâs a slow process, but it ends in flames all the same. but you think itâs turned out fine in the end. you donât seem to have a sulking and glum boyfriend to coddle back to normal, and thatâs really all that matters.Â
suddenly, youâre pulled out of your thoughts to a now very different conversationâyouâre not really sure how it escalated to that in just a few momentsÂ
ââum, no. i definitely eat pussy better than you,â satoru snorts, âunlike you, i actually have someone to practice on.â
âiâve definitely been doing it longer,â suguru looks at satoru in disbelief, âyou always had no bitches.â
âi donât have bitches because i have a girlfriend,â satoru huffs, âand sheâs very happy with my skills, right baby?â
you look at him when he stares at you expectantly, simply mortified, as you slap his arm. âwhatâs wrong with you two?â you ask with heated cheeks.Â
theyâre shameless, the both of them.Â
âow,â he hisses, looking at you incredulously, âitâs true! iâm good at eating you ouââ
âplease, toru,â you groan in disbelief, hands clasping over your face in embarrassment. âplease just shut up.â
âwhy donât you test it then?â satoru ignores you, pretending like he doesnât see the pure shame on your face at the nature of his offer, âsee which of us is better?â
âare you out of your mind?â you feel lightheaded. satoru and suguru have always gotten you into some rather compromising situationsâthey cause a lot more trouble than what is considered normal, and the consequences tend to become your problem too. but this? this seems a step too bold even for them.Â
 and where is that usual jealousy that seems to be a part of satoruâs dna gone? how is he just okay all of a sudden with (literally) letting his best friend have a taste of his girlfriend?Â
âno, no,â suguru shakes his head, unwilling to back down as you try to dismiss the conversation, âletâs test it, shall we? who eats pussy best. right here, right now.â
âoh you want to make it a competition? yeah, okay, youâre on,â satoru nods, face serious. heâs determined. heâs dangerously dedicated, it seems, to prove itâs a factual claim that he can please you better, and youâre not sure how the deal breaker for ending this argument has somehow worked its way to this method of all things.Â
but youâre not sure you have a good feeling. especially becauseâŚwell, thereâs only one pussy in this room, and itâs certainly not one of theirs. youâre beginning to think youâll be the subject of a very pointless test.Â
âguys, i think youâre getting too worked up over a really stupidââ
âokay. iâm game too,â suguru shrugs, staring at satoru with a heated gazeâheâs just as invested in this competition, it seems. and thatâs dangerous because, as troublesome as he can be, suguru is the usual voice of reason between the two of them.Â
âyouâll see,â satoru mutters from beside you, âsheâll cum harder from me.â
âi think sheâll be the judge of that,â suguru says dryly.Â
you stare at the two of them back and forth in shock, lost in all words.Â
âguys, seriously. we canât justââ
âbaby,â satoru looks at you pleadingly, âyou haveâta be the judge. and be honest, okay? donât be shy to let him know he sucks.â
âoh i donât think sheâll be saying that,â suguru chuckles, eyeing you smugly as you shiver at the look.Â
logic and dignity partner up to tell you that, no, this is not a good idea. not by a longshot. satoru is your boyfriend, and even if this is his idea and not yours, once heâs finally come to his senses, he probably wonât appreciate his best friend having an intimate moment with you. especially not after he just found out his best friend happened to be your former (brief) crush. and not only that, but you and satoru are seriously committed. four months have almost felt like four years with him, and you donât want to disrespect how serious this relationship is starting to become.Â
but logic and dignity are outspoken by lust and curiosity. their voices are much louder in your head, and perhaps if you were a better person, then maybe they wouldnât be winning in your head. maybe if you were someone with stronger discipline and self-control, or even had just a small semblance of tact, you wouldnât be tempted to entertain this competition the two men in your presence have conjured up. itâs not that you have feelings for suguruâitâs not that you ever had feelings for suguru. attraction can be entirely physical and nothing else, and the little throb in your pussy at the thought of tugging at suguruâs hair when heâs between your thighs is just a human reaction. not indicative of your wishes, just your needs.Â
you look between the two, biting your lip. they look at you with a certain hungerâmaybe itâs a desire for you, maybe itâs a desire for being right, or maybe itâs a desire for both. itâs a desire all the same, and satoru and suguru are not the only ones guilty of it.Â
âokay, fine,â you sigh, fiddling with your fingers, âthis isnât a regular kind of thing.â
âof course,â suguru says in a tone that comes off as serious, but you donât think heâs very serious at all. in fact, if you didnât know better, youâd say it comes across as slightly amused. like he knows something you donât. âit doesnât mean anything. weâre just having some friendly competition. thatâs all.â
âfriendly competition, my ass,â satoru spits, âitâs not even a competition if you donât stand a chance.â
with that, satoru gently pushes you back on the couch, swiftly pulling your pajama bottoms off with one tug that has you gasping in shock. you didnât think heâd get right into itâand yes, obviously, suguru would have to be eye to eye with your cunt in order to actuallyâŚwell, eat your pussy, but the concept versus the actual moment feels a lot more scandalous than you thought. his eyes donât leave the spot between your legs for even a second, darkening as satoru forces your thighs apart and bites at your thigh.Â
âthere she is,â satoru grins, kissing his way up until his lips find your clit, murmuring a soft, âmissed this beautiful pussy. looks like she missed me too.â
youâre wet. youâre acutely aware that satoru and suguru can see that clear as dayâdespite your protests and scolding for their lack of shame, you so shamelessly have a dripping cunt from nothing more than mere words. itâs embarrassing, but you canât be bothered to focus on that when satoruâs lips are so close to where you need them.Â
he sighs happily, like heâs returned home after a long day, like being between your thighs is the oasis heâs been searching for in the scorching heat of the desert. one sip would be all he needs to quench that thirst. except itâs not one sipâhis tongue licks a stripe up your pussy before it slides between your folds, messy and desperate as he licks and sucks and devours every inch of you his tongue can reach.Â
you gasp, eyes instantly shutting closed as you whine. itâs a familiar feeling, and itâs definitely something satoru has practiced one too many times. he knows exactly what you likeâthe way you get goosebumps when his hand rubs your lower belly, the way tossing a leg over his shoulder makes you whimper, the way flicking his tongue over your clit before sucking makes your back arch.Â
you whine, completely forgetting suguru is right there watching, getting an eyeful of your puffy clit every time satoru teases it. all you can pay attention to is the way thereâs a dull ache forming between your legs, forming its way up to your belly and tightening, tightening, tightening. itâll snap soonâyou can feel it. the way satoruâs lips make out your cunt has you gasping for air, choking on attempts to cry his name.Â
thereâs a low chuckle from him, vibrating against your pussy, making you twitch. âbaby,â satoru says lowly, âi gotta record you someday. you should just hear those pretty little sounds you makeâtheyâre like music.â
ât-torângh.â
satoru chuckles again against your sensitive clit, wrapping his lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves before he sucks, pulling away slowly for a moment as he admires the way your walls flutter around nothing.Â
âaw, look at you,â he coos, his voice dripping with so much sweetness you could get a toothache from just a taste, âyouâre falling right apart. putting on a good show for suguru, is that it? what a good girl.â
then heâs back, lips kissing against your slick-coated heat, sloppy as he groans against you and works his tongue as deep into you as he can. you mewl at the sensation, the familiar feeling creeping up on you as satoru eagerly laps away at you. heâs everywhere at onceâone second, you feel him biting at your thighs, then heâs flattening his tongue against your clit, and then heâs flicking it deep between your walls.Â
you cry a stuttered, âmâc-close, toruâoh.â
âyouâre close? donât you think thatâs a little fast, sweetness?â he teases, making you whimper as you feel the hum of his words against your core, âsuguru will think i neglect you. we canât have that, can we?â
despite his teasing, you cum on his tongue instantly, your body stiffening as your orgasm hits full force. you canât help it, the way every part of you lights on fire as the coil snaps. your toes curl, heels digging into his shoulder, back lifting off the cushion, and expression simply shattering as you feel your pussy clench around nothing. you can feel your walls spasm, the devastating waves of pleasure practically palpable from the way your hand grabs his as he lets you reach for it.Â
he doesnât let go even as you crush his bones, nor does his tongue ease its abuse on your clit as he flicks across it and works you through your high. distantly, through the blurred vision and shaky breaths, you can make out the click of suguruâs teeth, but heâs the least of your concerns as you slump and try to catch your breath.Â
satoru has always been good at finding your weak spots, and he never goes easy on you. he hits you full force, expertly riling you up and having you fall right apart in one too many ways that leave you breathless. itâs why itâs so easy with him, you thinkâhe just knows you so well.Â
youâre not quite sure how suguru can beat that.
but he doesnât seem the slightest bit phased as he stands there, arms crossed, raising an eyebrow at you in amusement (and something suspiciously close to excited, too) as he steps closer. your eyes donât miss the bulge in his pants, making him grin at you smugly as he catches you glance down.Â
âthat was quite the performance,â he drawls, so kind and soft like the first time he ever spoke to you.Â
youâre starting to remember why you were so quick to find an attraction to himâsuguru is certainly not a creation god rushed himself over. every curve and slant of his features looks like careful, diligent, meticulous hands created him. heâs pretty, so pretty. painfully easy on the eyes and such a good personality to match it that you donât understand how heâs single. not that you want himâbut someone must, right?Â
âshe wasnât performing,â you hear satoru say through a bitter scoff, âif you didnât notice, she was very much reacting in real time.â
âoh i bet,â suguru snorts. he sinks down before you and spreads your legs open in a slow, achingly teasing manner that makes you want to close them right back up. but you canât, not with the way his hands are so strong, so gentle yet firm in the way they touch you. âthe prettiest pussies are always the most sensitiveâbut you actually have to know how to play with them.â
suguru leans closer, breath fanning over your already sensitive heat before he presses an open-mouthed kiss to your entrance, nose brushing against your clit. you whimper, bucking into him, but he keeps your hips pinned down, daring you with just one glance to move again.
something tells you that you wonât like it so much if you do that againâso you try not to.Â
âsee, the thing is,â suguru says slowly, words barely a whispered breath as he teases his tongue over your clit just barely, leaving a ghost of a touch where you need him most, âgiving what she wants is easy. making her actually want it is the real game.â
satoru lets out a dissatisfied grunt at that. you wish you could look over at him and bring yourself to care about his unhappiness, but you canât. in fact, you couldnât care less at the momentâall you care about is coming apart on suguruâs tongue, and you havenât even properly felt it yet.Â
suguru is less enthusiastic when his mouth latches onto your cunt, but more precise. his tongue is careful and slow, painfully deliberate and calculated as it explores you. itâs just enough that you feel your vision blur, but not nearly enough to break you just yet. you helplessly let out a whine of protest, and he gently sways at your clit in warning.Â
that makes you moan. you can feel him smirk against you, and a small part of you feels bad, but an even larger part of you feels so good. heâs so slow at drawing your pleasure out, circling his tongue over your clit before sinking into you, tasting every corner and savoring you like he has enough time to really appreciate you for all that you are.Â
you think you know the difference nowâsatoru eats you out because he loves you. he gets high off making you feel good, like giving to you is what he was made for. suguru eats you out like tasting you is his own pleasure, like every drop of you on his tongue is for him to take, and taking from you is his god given right.Â
itâs two sides of one coin. heads or tails, itâs all worth the same.Â
âf-fuck,â you pant, reaching for those dark locks of his, the same ones you once wondered about. how they felt, how they tangled in your fingers, how they made him feel when you tug. the strands are as soft as you imagined, maybe even more so, and one tug makes suguru groan against your dripping core.Â
you gasp at that, quivering as the low vibrations meet your sensitive cunt.Â
âdo that again, princess,â he says softly, humming before he goes back to flicking his tongue between your walls and rolling along the sensitive nub of your clit. âyou should hold on. iâm taking my sweet time with you.â
he says it, and he means it. every time you think suguru is done teasing, your miserably mistaken. he pulls away, stares deeply at your pussy for a moment or two that you almost feel shy, walls twitching at nothing and waiting for some kind of touch. anything, really. and just when you whine a soft, âplease, suguruâcanât wait anymore,â he chuckles and moves right back in.Â
it makes for a painful type of pleasure, one thatâs mind breaking, one that makes your body feel ten times heavier than it really is, limbs glued to the couch as you can do nothing else but take it. youâre close, so painfully close when he breathes, âdo you wanna cum for me? you want to right?â
âyes, yes, yes,â you babble, head spinning and so dizzy you donât even comprehend that heâs laughing at the way youâve answered his question one too many times.Â
âi heard you,â he teases, âdonât worry. iâll give you what you want. how could i not?â
just like that, suguru flattens his tongue against your clit and flicks it faster than heâs granted you so far. it makes you buck your hips againâhe lets you this time, too. lets you grind against his face and practically cut off his air as you desperately take what you want. finally.Â
it feels like taking the first breath of fresh air after breaking the surface of water, air filling your lungs after youâve held your breath for so long. your second orgasm has been lurking in the corners for so long, when it finally lunges at you, youâre not prepared. you squeal broken cries of, âs-suguruâfuck, i canât suguru.â
but you can. he knows you can because you let him when he takes and takes, pulling every small whimper and roll of your hips from you as he makes you cum for him on his tongue. heâs greedy, the way his mouth latches onto you, tastes you carefully like heâs making sure to savor your essence and never forget.Â
you suppose he shouldnât ever have this opportunity again if youâve got any sort of practicality.Â
âsee?â suguru pulls away when youâre finally done, body spent as you heave labored breaths on the couch, limp and tired. well taken care of, of course, but so deeply exhausted. âdoesnât it feel so much better when youâve been wanting it for so long?â
satoru crosses his arms, scowling at his best friend as he argues, âif you know what she likes, she always wants it. you donât have to do all that.â
âand if you make her want it, sheâll like whatever you give. youâre just not as good.â suguru is too smug for satoru, enough that you watch your boyfriend kicks the manâs shin with a roll of his eyes. youâd scold him if you could use your voiceâyou still find you canât.Â
âbaby, tell suguru i was better,â satoru whines.Â
âcâmon, donât lie to him. howâll he get any better if you do?â suguru grins at you.Â
you look between the both of them, unsure which side of the coin you fall on.Â
âheads or tails?â you ask.Â
they blink, looking at you confused. âwhat?â you hear them say, in sync.Â
âi say we just flip a coin,â you shrug tiredly, âwinner gets to prove themselves one more time.â
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・.*・âďž đ°ď¸ 07.30 p.m
cat anon, i'm holding you responsible for this very domestic and cute idea of indulgence, and ahhhhhh i just need more fluffâ
a part of gojo's love entries
âyouâre always, always so messy!â
âyou never put the socks where they belong!â
âand lately you stink too!â
you were ranting a whole lot of your grievances to your husband as you munched on chocolate cookies from a jar, your face scrunched up and visibly vexed.
throughout it all, satoru took on your tirade with a very smooth smile, occasionally suppressing his impulse to burst into laughter, because what an adorable sight you wereâall pouting with the swell of his child inside you, messing up your hormones.
âi stink?â he tilted his head to the side, blinking innocently, eyes crinkling with such fondness and a visible hint of laugh. âthat canât beââ
âyou are! and you are home late too these days!â you puffed your cheeks, now chubbierâand youâre so freaking cute this way, thereâs nothing satoru wants more than to smooch you, really.
âis that your way of saying that you missed me, hmm?â
âno! why would i?!â
âbecause iâm your very good-looking husband?â
âew! no! youâre just a horny weirdo!â
that finally got him to outwardly snicker. âcanât you see that weâre doing an honorable deed? weâre increasing japanâs birth rate~â
it wasnât the first time of you suddenly painting him up as the bad guy due to your raging hormones, and satoru was entertained each and every time. he always humored you without fail even when you got mad at him for no reasonâin his eyes, you were just the height of cuteness, and he was ever so grateful that you were growing his baby at all.
later at night, after your bath, a softer part of you suddenly felt a tad bit guilty for roasting your husbandâthe hormones at play, hehâand now, wanted to snuggle up to him instead.
satoruâs eyes lit up in mischief when you got to the bed and pressed yourself to him.
âoh? so the wife now wants cuddles?â
ââŚcanât i? iâve done a lot for youâcarrying your baby is a job in and of itself.â you pointed at your bump with a pout. âsee if you can find another girl who can put up with you and just ask for cuddles in return.â
âehh? is that what you want me to do? go find another girl and forget you just like that?â
the idea made you frown and satoru immediately barked a laugh, pulling you to sit on his lap.
âaww, look at that cute face,â he tried to appease you, a stupid grin on his face as he poked your cheek, with you still frowning deeply. âno, no. thatâs not going to happen~â
you were still giving him a very annoyed look, and satoru knew just what to make you soft for him again, as he pulled you by your chin closer and peppered your face with kissesâ
âyouâreâ kiss âthe only girlâ kiss âiâll ever loveâ kiss âyeah?â
safe to say, you melted into a puddle in his arms, ignoring the searing heat on your cheeks as you pressed your face to his chest, with him chuckling, wrapping one arm around you in a secure hold and roaming his other hand on your tummy, smile widening upon feeling a kick.
âwell, kid, mama is such a sweetie, isnât she?â
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I love how Gojo is always đ while Geto never stops with the đ
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Taco Gojo Taco Gojo
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trying to make a friendâŚ..
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suguru throwing his hair in a bun before you two fuck and when he gets worked up takes it down.
his hair would be stuck to his forehead and his eyebrows will be furrowed trying to focus in on what heâs doing.
his hair changed four times throughout the rounds, and it gets sexier each and every single time.
even between strokes heâs throwing his hair in a bum or letting it down, he thinks itâs his focus point.
if heâs randomly putting his hair up between an action or putting it down, heâs about to go even harder and make sure youâre getting pleasure.
you truly believe that it makes a difference in his fucking because of the full focal point in what heâs doing.
heâs giving you everything he has and heâs never going to stop, itâll switch in a particular pattern.
for example if heâs eating your pussy and really wants to get in there then heâs of course going to have his hair in a bun.
if heâs fucking you missionary then itâs still going to be in a bun because you want to see that god sculptured face.
if heâs hitting it from the back then heâs going let down his hair because he really needs that breather for his hair when heâs concentrating.
itâs so sexy when heâs switching from his different signature styles just to fuck you and fuck you good.
one hand on neck one hand on ass and heâs going to work, you wonât even know what hit you, youâre getting the wind fucked out of you.
itâs so unfair he gets to look good while heâs inside you and effortlessly, itâs really a gift from above.
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how do the jjk men treat you when ur on ur period? suguru specifically hehe <3
â° JJK MEN: WHEN YOU'RE ON YOUR PERIOD â°
pairing(s): gojo, geto, nanami, choso x afab!reader
content: (MDNI 18+ only), nsfw-ish/suggestive, periods, period blood, period products, pet names, lots of fluff!
a/n: i hope you like anon!! you have great timing cause iâm getting my period and i also have a uti pray for me besties i need help and antibiotics. left out toji and sukuna causeâŚ. nah LMAO. enjoy, and remember ALL AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED!
â° GOJO:
Lowkey loves when youâre on your period, but is just barely smart enough to never tell you that.Â
His favorite part is that you always want more cuddles, which means more cuddles for him.Â
Thinks period products are really amusingâ loves playing with your hot water bottle cause itâs squishy. Finds those ones that look like stuffed animals at the store and brings home like five of them for you.Â
Will definitely buy you pads/tampons but not without the obligatory âwhat size is your pussyâ text. Wonât buy them until you respond with âextra super prettyâ and then sends back this emoji -> đ.
Highkey likes period sex. Knows it can relieve your cramps and will use that as an excuse at every opportunity if youâll let him.Â
Is always on some cheesy ass shit murmuring in your ear about how doing it on your period âbonds your soulsâ, too.Â
Constantly offers to get you pregnant so you can avoid your period for the next nine months⌠heâs only half joking.
Will actually skip work to stay home and cuddle with you if you give him even the slightest inclination that you donât want him to go.Â
Watches movies with you and has gotten surprisingly good at rubbing little circles on your tummy that help with cramps.
 Keeps the house stocked with candy, but, then again⌠itâs always stocked with candy.
âBabe. Look what I just found at the store.âÂ
You watch with furrowed brows as he sets the bags on your floor. Youâre curled on the couch, a blanket tucked up around your neck. Heâd made sure to roll you like a burrito before heâd left.Â
He pulls out⌠a cow? It looks like a stuffed animal, but when he shakes it you hear something sloshing around inside.
You raise a brow. âUmmmmââÂ
âItâs one of those hot water bottle thingies! For your cramps!â He tosses the poor cow on the floor and digs around in the bag again. âOh my god, they had so many. I got the cow, the dolphinââ He tosses a dolphin out of the bag, followed by a puppy, a raccoon, and a cat. âDo you want me to put one in the microwave for you?âÂ
He looks far too excited to turn down, even though you just heated up your old hot water bottle minutes ago.
You smile and nod. âYeah, baby. Thanks.âÂ
â° GETO:
Mans TAKES CARE of you. Like⌠fully.Â
Is really sympathetic and gentle when your cramps are killing youâ brushing your hair back, rubbing circles on your tummy, letting you put his warm hands wherever it hurts.Â
Runs you a warm bath and climbs right in with you. Makes you lean back against him while he gives you a massage and works out all the knots in your neck and shoulders.Â
Buys you period products before your period starts if he remembers. If he doesnât heâs happy to run down to the store. Doesnât need to ask which ones you likeâ he already knows.
Wraps you up in the comfiest blankets and cuddles with you wherever you ask. Gives the best cuddles, too. Rubs your back in a way that has you falling asleep in seconds.
Makes sure you take your meds on time and brings you a glass of water.Â
Secretly loves period sex. Will never push you for it, but gets super horny at just the thought. Loves the sight of your blood on his dick. Makes him feel possessive of you in a way thatâs kind of scary.Â
âSuguâŚâ you whine. Your cramps are bad. Youâve been curled in a ball all morning, even with all the meds Suguru has been giving you. âIt hurts so bad.âÂ
You feel him shifting behind you and then his hands gently prying you to lie on your back. You whimper, the pain spiking again as soon you roll out of the fetal position.
His face appears above you, a couple stray strands of black hair tickling your cheeks. His smile is soft, but full of sympathy as he settles over you.Â
âIâm sorry, baby. I wish I could make it go awayâŚâÂ
He moves down your body, settling between your thighs and resting his cheek on the plush of your thigh. You sigh when you feel his fingers skate over your tummy, rubbing little circles into the skin that somehow work wonders for the pain. You sigh with relief, a bit of the tension ebbing away. âThat feels niceâŚâÂ
Your body relaxes a bit, finally getting a break from the incessant pain. Suguru only smiles, looking up at you through hooded eyes when he presses a kiss just below your belly button. You donât fail to notice the way his thumb is sliding under the fabric of your panties.Â
âI can think of something that would feel even nicerâŚâÂ
â° NANAMI:
Prepares for your period.Â
Has your cycle marked down on his calendar so he always knows when youâre starting.Â
Stops by the store a couple of days ahead of time to buy pads/tampons/meds and your favorite snacks.Â
Runs a bath for you every night and fills it with all of your favorite soaps and scents.Â
Cooks. Mans knows how to cook and does extra of it when youâre on your period. Will make you nutritious meals and urge you to drink water, but always brings you something sweet if youâre craving it.Â
Heats up your hot water bottle every thirty minutes without you ever having to ask.Â
Lays out a fresh change of clothes for you whenever youâre in the shower.Â
Cuddles you whenever you want, but only after heâs tended to all of your other needs (meds, food, water, etc.).Â
Will have sex if you want, but will never push you for it. If you just want the relief from your cramps, heâll just use his fingers to get you off and then pull you back into his arms.
âTime for your bath, sweetheart.âÂ
You nearly grumble in protest, but how can you do such a thing when he takes such good care of you? Still, you donât want to move. Just existing hurts, much less walking to the bathroom.Â
Despite your resistance to saying it aloud, Nanami still seems to understand what youâre thinking. No more than a second later heâs scooping you into his arms and carrying you to the bathroom.Â
âYou know youâll feel better after, love.âÂ
You nod weakly against his chest. âWill you get in with me?âÂ
He pauses. Heâs got dinner to make and he wanted to change the sheets for you⌠One nuzzle of your face into his neck has him throwing all those plans out the window.Â
âOf course, princess. Iâll get in with you.âÂ
â° CHOSO:
Is new to this stuff so he lowkey freaks out.Â
Worries that youâre actually in danger cause⌠thereâs blood???Â
Chills out eventually, but is still irrationally convinced that youâre injured.Â
When i tell you this man is at your BECK AND CALL, I mean it. He will do every little thing you ask. Fetches water, food, snacksâ whatever you need.Â
Mans is panicked when he canât find the candy bar you want at the grocery store.Â
Happily buys period products for you but has to facetime you cause the poor baby is overwhelmed and confused by all the options.Â
Is kind of attached to you like glue. Thinks youâre somehow more breakable in this state will hold you in his arms permanently apart from when you need to bathe, eat, or use the bathroom.Â
Actually freaks when you have a bout of cramps that makes you hiss in pain. Cannot believe you have to do this every month and hates feeling so useless in taking the pain away. Eagerly learns that he can put his warm hands on your tummy and it helps.
Is actually amazed when you tell him that sex helps with the cramps. Worries about hurting you, but is completely down. Mans is definitely not afraid of a little blood lmao.
âBaby⌠there are so manyâŚâÂ
You canât help but stifle a laugh looking at your boyfriendâs stressed expression through your phone screen. Heâd run down to the store to get you some more padsâ you just hadnât anticipated how overwhelming the experience would be for him.Â
âI know, Cho. Iâm sorry. Hereâ back up so I can see the whole aisle.âÂ
He does as you ask, flipping the camera around so you can see what heâs looking at. You have to bite your lip this time to keep the laugh in. Youâve never realized just how many options there really are. âThe ones toward the bottom right, baby. With the pink box.âÂ
The camera shakes a little as he follows your directions, arm sticking out like heâs playing pin the tail on the donkey.Â
âThese?â His hand hovers over a box that is pink but not the pink you need.Â
âDown a couple racks.âÂ
Finally, his hands close around the right box. âThank you, baby. I didnât think about how confusing this would be for youâŚâÂ
The camera flips again and you grin at the soft soft smile on his lips. âDonât apologize. Want me to grab some candy, too?â
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"creature of myth."
pairing: vampire!gojo x fem!human!reader
summary: when you receive an offer of marriage from a mysterious wealthy lord, itâs too good a deal for your family to turn down. but nothing could be so perfect... right?
content: MDNI (18+Â ONLY), dark content, nsfw, gets dubcon/noncon in some spots, yandere behavior from gojo, implied death/k*lling of a character (not reader or gojo), arranged marriage, victorian au, plot that ends with porn lmao, spooky dooky vibes, blood, blood sucking/eating, praise, biting, unprotected sex, creampie, virgin!reader, discussion of virginity, cherry popping, pain, pet names (princess/love), reader is highkey clueless about sex, discussion of masturbation, ideas of masturbation as âsinfulâ, very minor religious themes, fated âmatesâ, gojo is highkey insane, coercion and manipulation, like SO much neck kissing, ooc gojo??? (had to alter his character to match a victorian vampire lord LMAO).
a/n: PLEASE READ THE CONTENT WARNINGS. THERE IS DARK CONTENT AHEAD. is this a gojo fic or a twilight fic?? Going back to my roots fr fr. straight down to the âSAY IT, SAY ITâ. this fic is also way too long my apologies bbs. i hope you like a hefty side of plot with your porn. parts of this fic feel way too cheesy to me but sometimes i eat that up, yk?? this fic was inspired by this amazing work by @rice5x ! and, finally, thank you all for the support on my most recent fics. i'm just getting back into being active on this blog and it's been amazing reading each and every comment/reblog/ask. they genuinely fill me with so much joy. keep them coming hehe. anyway, i hope you enjoy and remember, ALL AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.
credits: dividers by @cafekitsune. banner art by @ndsoda on twitter.
wc: 11.6k (sowwy)
You remember perfectly the way your motherâs jaw dropped when Satoru Gojo proposed to you. Youâd never seen the man, and you still hadnât. Heâd asked to marry you via messenger, a simple letter delivered by hand with a list of all the things heâd be willing to pay for your hand. Offers of money, land, protection, connection- anything so long as he got you. Youâd thought it was a joke. Your father nearly took a shovel to the head of the poor messenger, thinking the letter was some kind of cruel prank, some sort of targeted disrespect. Youâd only started to believe when you really looked- saw the Gojo crest embroidered on the manâs suit, the fine leather of his boots. If it was a prank, somebody had spent a great deal of money and effort to pull it off.Â
Youâd asked for proof nonetheless, and youâd gotten it. Documents signed and sealed with a well-known waxen crest, gifts that could only have been purchased by a wealthy lord. The one thing you never got was the lord himself. He refused to see you, to come down from his mysterious castle on the hill. It didnât surprise you. He rarely deemed town worthy of his presence. He had a reputation as a recluse, as a man who only ever liked to see and never be seen. What little glimpses people got of him were usually through the dark window of his carriage. Still, his appearance preceded him. White hair, light eyes⌠âhauntingâ said those who had the luck to see him. Those who went to work for the lord tended to return⌠changedâ if they returned at all.Â
You accepted, of course. How could you not? You were a peasant family with no status or wealth to your name. The promises Lord Gojo had made would make your parents into aristocrats all on their own. But that left you wondering⌠why did he want you? You offered him no benefit. If anything, you sullied his bloodline. The question scratched at the back of your mind. It came to you while you ate breakfast, while you washed your clothes, while you weeded in the garden. Some part of you told you that you needed the answer before you ever stepped foot in that castle. You needed that answer, but youâd never get it.Â
Your wedding wasnât even a wedding- just a piece of paper that had already been signed and witnessed, once again delivered by a familiar messenger. You signed at your dining room table and⌠that was that. You were married.Â
Later that night the carriages arrive. Men flood your home, all dressed in blue velvet, the Gojo crest embroidered on their chests. They seem puzzled when you tell them youâve packed all your belongings into a measly three bags.Â
You say a quick goodbye to your parents, drawing them into stiff embraces. You love them, and they love you, but you canât bear to see their faces as they send you away to a man who couldnât even show his face for your wedding.Â
The carriage ride is somehow longer than youâd thought it would be- apparently, the castleâs size makes it seem deceptively close. The trip is rocky and twisty and altogether unpleasant as you steadily make your way toward the castle gates. By the time you reach them you think youâve probably dozed in and out of consciousness at least half a dozen times.Â
The castle is even more intimidating up close. Spires that swirl into the clouds, sculptures that stare, doors that look more suited to being locked than opened. Itâs⌠terrifying.Â
When you finally roll to a stop, you move for the door. When you swing it open you get your fair share of strange looks from your attendants and remember that you should have waited for the footman. Your face heats as you climb out anyway, unwilling to subject yourself to the further humiliation of waiting for assistance.Â
Your feet hit gravel and all you can do is stare- up, up, up, to where the castleâs peaks disappear into the fog. When your eye flashes to a window on the east side of the manor you think you see a swaying curtain. You tuck your arms around yourself and shiver, but itâs not from the cold.Â
You nearly stumble over your feet on your first step inside. The entrance hall is larger than your former house, with ceilings that stretch so high you can hardly make out the figures on the frescoes that adorn it. Silver and blue drape everywhere, the Gojo family colors. You swallow when you see a chair that is most definitely worth more than your familyâs annual income.Â
The floors are marble and when your worn heels clack against it, you only feel reminded that you donât belong here. That question pricks in your mind again as you pass portraits of every Gojo heir to have lived in the last three hundred years. Why me? Why me? Why me?Â
Your footman deposits you in your room, a place more lavish than youâve ever seen. You have a four poster bed with a canopy of blue velvet, a window that overlooks a sprawling estate, and more square footage than youâve ever dreamed of.Â
âPull this if you need any sort of assistance, maâam.âÂ
You turn to see your footman referencing a silver cord at your bedside. You assume itâs one of those contraptions that rings a bell in the servantsâ quarters. You try to hide your amazement- youâve never seen one in real life before.Â
You clear your throat and give your most ladylike nod. âThank you, um-â you pause, your brow furrowing. âIâm sorry, I donât think I asked your name.âÂ
Your footman appears stunned to silence, like heâd never expected you to care about his existence, much less his name. He recovers quickly, though, and forces a small smile. âThomas, maâam.â
You smile and itâs genuine. âThank you, Thomas.âHe bows and makes a beeline for the door, but you have one more question. âOh, um, Thomas-â He freezes, turning slowly on his heel to face you.Â
âYes, my lady?âÂ
You cringe at the title. The sound of it creeps across your skin, foreign and⌠wrong. Why me? Why me? Why me?
You clear your throat again. âDo you know, um, well-â You shift, trying to word your question properly. âDo you know when I might see the Lord?âÂ
There is a pause, a moment of tension and silence, and then an answer. âNo, my lady.â
Thomas does not stick around for more questioning. The door clicks shut behind him and then you're left with only the sound of retreating footsteps.Â
Youâre stunned to say the least, mouth still halfway open, more questions on the tip of your tongue. Should you seek him out? Was that proper? Would he come to you? Would he meet you for dinner, perhaps? Surely he would come to your room tonight to⌠consummate. Would that be the first time you lay eyes on him? When heâs over you?Â
You sigh. Thereâs nothing much to be done about it now. You find your way to the bed and sit down hesitantly. It feels like a crime to rumple such primped and polished cotton. You do it anyway- itâs going to happen sometime, right? You fall back against the mattress and donât fail to notice how utterly comfortable it is. The silvery patterns on your canopy swirl and bend together. Youâre tired. You didnât sleep much last night, anxious for the morning⌠and itâs only mid-afternoon now. You had time for a nap, right? Your eyes are closing before you can convince yourself itâs a bad idea and then youâre swept away into a world of warm darkness.Â
You wake with a start. Your first thought is that itâs dark now. Your room is pitch black except for the stream of moonlight passing through your stupidly large window. Your mouth feels dry and your skin is cold, like youâve just woken from a nightmare. If you have, you donât remember it. Perhaps thatâs a blessing.Â
You sit up, combing a finger through your hair and laughing pitifully when you realize that you left your shoes on as you slept. You hope Thomas didnât walk in to find you in yet another unladylike position. A glance at the foot of the bed reveals he might have. Your bags have arrived- all three of them. You eye them with a combination of longing and contempt. They don't match this place. Theyâre worn and used- everything here is shiny and new. Still, theyâre all you have, and all you have left of your life before. All you have left of home.Â
You stretch your arms above your head, nearly groaning at the burn in your muscles. The carriage ride did your body no favors and you suspect youâll be sore for many days to come.Â
You rise, no longer content to lie in bed. Youâve had your rest and, from the state of darkness outside, you suspect your new husband might be joining you soon. The thought twists a certain tightness into your gut, but you push it aside. If that was the price you paid for all he gave your family⌠then youâd pay it gladly.Â
You start with candles, finding a box of matches at your bedside. You light every candelabra you can find. The room, the castle, seems so perpetually⌠black- like it soaks up every ray of light it touches. Even when youâve finished it doesnât feel like enough. You make a note to ask Thomas for more in the morning.Â
You find a meal, carefully prepared and preserved, on a table near your dresser. Judging by the fact that itâs still warm, you conclude that it canât be much past mid-evening. You originally intend to pick at the food as you unpack, but one bite has your mouth watering. It is the most delicious thing to ever touch your lips, complete with dessert waiting on the side. You clean your plate before moving onto your bags.Â
You lay your clothes out on the bed. A few dresses, riding pants, undergarments, an assortment of ribbons and bows. At one time these items had been the finest things you owned- now you owned a castle.Â
You find an armoire that looks like a master sculptor carved its edges and grab a dress, intending to hang it. Instead, your dress hits the floor when you part the doors to find the hangers already full. Your lips part. Luxury dresses of silk and satin line the rack, fading into some that appear more casual outfits of cotton and linen. You stretch a hand out, curious and utterly⌠amazed. To think your new husband had gone to all the effort⌠Your hand brushes purple silk and-Â
âDo you like them?âÂ
You screech, jumping to face the voice at your back. It takes a moment for your eyes to find him, leaning casually against one post of your bed. Your breath is stolen for a second time. Snow white hair, piercingly blue eyes, pale soft skin⌠you know who he is even without looking at his dress, at the air of authority he claims. Heâs your husband⌠and he is the most devastatingly beautiful thing youâve ever seen.Â
He laughs, then, and itâs a warmer sound than youâd thought it would be- rich and full. A sound that seeps into your bones and settles in your soul.Â
âSorry. Didnât mean to scare you,â he says, but the twinkle in his eyes makes you think that perhaps thatâs a lie.Â
Your heart pounds and your eyes flash to the door. Itâs shut. You didnât hear it open, nor did you hear it close behind him. You also didnât hear footsteps, didnât hear breaths, didnât hear him.Â
He follows your gaze and laughs again, though it sounds a bit⌠strained?Â
âI have a habit of being unintentionally lightfooted. I apologize.âÂ
Your heart is still pounding but you find it in yourself to have some decorum. You snap your jaw shut and bow your head slightly in respect. âYou must be Lord Gojo. Forgive me for my insolence.âÂ
Thereâs a beat, and then footstepsâ ones you actually hear this time. You clench your jaw when he stops before you and then nearly gasp when he takes your hand and brings it to his lips.Â
âSatoru, please,â he winks and you think you might stop breathing. âI am your husband after all.âÂ
You force yourself to nod, to swallow, to act normal. But how can you in the presence of a man that looks like⌠that? Thereâs something too unreal about him, too perfect. Itâs almost⌠unsettling.Â
âOf course⌠Satoru.âÂ
He straightens and shows you a close-lipped smile that digs a dimple into his left cheek. You have to look away to avoid stumbling over your own feet.Â
âSo, do you like them?â Your brows furrow- âThe dresses,â he clarifies.Â
âO-oh.â Your features relax into an easy smile. You turn back to your armoire, running a hand along another gown. You donât think youâve ever touched something so⌠finely made. âI like them very much. I donât know how to thank you.âÂ
Thereâs a little chuckle as you turn to face him again and you have to steel yourself before you meet his eyes. Heâs mesmerizing, too mesmerizing. You think you could probably lose yourself in those eyes foreverâŚÂ
âNo need to thank me. If they donât fit, weâll call for the seamstress in the morning.âÂ
You nod softly, still lost to the situation. Thereâs a beat of silence in which your husband does nothing but⌠look at you. His eyes roam freely and the hair on your arms stands under his gaze. He traces the lines of your nose and jaw and lingers on your pulse. Can he see just how fast your heart is pounding?
âDid you⌠get dinner?â Itâs a stupid question, you know, but you donât think you can bear another second of that look heâs giving you. âI fell asleep and found a plate. I hope I didnât prevent a proper mealâŚâ You trail off. Perhaps you shouldnât have pointed out your own shortcoming?Â
He gives you another smile and you swear he inches just a little closer. âYou did no such thing. Iâm⌠perfectly satisfied.âÂ
You nod, glad that he doesnât seem upset at the very least. Your lips press together, unsure of what to do or say. Youâve never had a husband before. Wasnât he supposed to just sort of⌠put you on the bed and⌠do it?
Your eyes flit to said bed and your husband must see because he hurries to continue.Â
âWell, Iâll see you in the morning then, hm?â His eyes flit to your armoire and back again. âWear the blue dress with the lace to breakfast, yeah? Been dying to see it on you.â He chuckles like heâs just told some sort of amusing joke.
Your brows furrow. That was⌠not the topic youâd been expecting. âYouâre notâŚâ You feel your cheeks heat and tighten your jaw. âNot staying the night?âÂ
His lashes lower a fraction and those eyes pierce you again. You donât think you could move even if you wanted to, even with him prowling closer, each step eating up the space between you. He doesnât stop until youâre nose to nose and you can feel his breath fanning over your cheeks. Itâs cold somehow, chilling, and you shiver. He smirks.Â
âNot tonight.âÂ
His head dips and for a moment you think heâs going to kiss you, but then heâs bypassing your mouth altogether and- his lips connect to your pulse. His mouth is cool, just like his breath, and you shiver uncontrollably under his touch.Â
His touch is just a fleeting moment, just a wrinkle in time, and then heâs gone. His footsteps are quiet brushes on the hardwood and the creak of the door even seems tamed in his presence.Â
âGoodnight,â is all he says, and then heâs gone.Â
You climb into your bed an hour later wondering what in the world just happened.Â
~Â Â
You do wear the blue dress to breakfast and you can only gape in the mirror when you realize that it fits perfectly. It has you second-guessing yourself. Had you sent your measurements in advance and forgotten about it? No, youâd only sent a handful of pieces of information to the Lord prior to your marriage and you remembered all of them very clearly. Everything had gone through a messenger, everything had been clear and directâ you would have remembered sending your measurementsâ you didnât. So had he just⌠guessed?Â
That seemed impossible with how everything fit you like a glove, but it was the only explanation you had. The only one that made sense.Â
When you join Satoru for breakfast itâs in a sitting room as lavishly decorated as the rest of the castle, but perhaps organized to be a bit more⌠liveable. He has no plate in front of him, only a tin cup that hides the contents of whatever heâs drinking. You assume coffee or juice. Perhaps heâs just not a breakfast person.Â
âIt fits!â he says. His hands clasp together in front of him and he smiles again, dimples and all.Â
You nod and fight the heat that bubbles beneath your cheeks as you take your seat. âYes, perfectly.â
A plate is set before you and a glance up reveals itâs Thomas serving your breakfast. You smile, hoping for some acknowledgement from him, for a small piece of comfort. Instead, you get his averted gaze and quick retreat. Your brows furrow, but before you can say anything, Satoru is back to speaking.Â
âI hope Thomas treated you well yesterday?âÂ
You glance up, but Satoruâs eyes arenât on you, theyâre on your footman. His smile is bright, but itâs anything but friendly. You fight a shiver.Â
You glance at Thomas. Heâs perfectly still, perfectly straight, but you think you see a muscle clench in his jaw. You clear your throat. âY-Yes. Thomas was very helpful.â When Satoru keeps staring the boy down you add, â-and very respectful.âÂ
That seems to satisfy. Satoru breaks his stare and some of the tension in the air instantly eases. He shoots you another dimpled smile, this one with a little more warmth. âPerfect.âÂ
Thereâs a beat and then heâs standing, draining whatever he has in his cup and then straightening his jacket. âWell, I have some work to do. Iâll see you for dinner?â Heâs grinning again, like itâs so normal for a man to abandon his bride on their wedding night and then again the morning after. All you can do is nod. He chuckles. âSee you then, princess.â And then heâs gone.
~
If this is to be your life you don't know how you will survive it. You spend the day milling about. Through the gardens, through the castle, through the stables. Thomas is never far behind, but any attempt at conversation is nipped in the bud by hit shortness. Itâs like he fears coming too close. Heâs never closer than a couple paces except when he has to bring you something, only to retreat again as soon as possible. The other servants barely pay you any mind apart from giving you a respectful greeting and then immediately averting their eyes. There is no work to be done, no guests to be had, no parties to plan⌠and no Satoru. You donât see your husband once on tour around the grounds. You ask Thomas where his office is only for him to vaguely point out a window in the east tower. You donât see so much as a ripple in the curtains.Â
Dinner comes around at the pace of a snail. When itâs finally time to get dressed a ladyâs maid whose name you donât even catch arrives to help you lace your dress. As soon as your corset is deemed tight enough sheâs back out the door with a curtsy. Thomas leads you to the dining room and your eyes roam the whole way. Even after having spent the whole day exploring, there are halls and corridors that youâve yet to step foot in.Â
The dining room is just as gorgeous as the rest of the placeâ filled with singular items that could feed entire families for years. Somehow, you think youâve already grown accustomed to such things, since the only thing you truly care to look at is your husband. Satoruâs already seated, but he stands when you enter, looping around the table to pull a chair out for you.Â
You give him your most genuine smile, accepting a kiss to your knuckles in greeting before you settle. âHow was your day?â you ask as he takes his seat again.Â
He chuckles. âPerfectly fine. And how was yours, princess?â Your nose crinkles. Thatâs the second time heâs called you that. Something about it feels wrong. Youâre still getting used to being a lady. Princess feels even worse.Â
âIt was⌠good.â
You watch a perfect white brow arch in the candlelight. âOh? Just good?â You donât miss the way his eyes flicker to the cornerâ to Thomas.Â
You hurry to elaborate. âWell, I justâ I canât help but feel as if thereâs not much⌠use for me.â Servants flood in, some carrying wine, others carrying trays that hold more food than the both of you could ever possibly consume.Â
That brow arches impossibly higher. âUse?â His lips crack into that smile again, but itâs tight this time. Too tight. âYou have no use. You only enjoy yourself. Surely Thomas has told you that.âÂ
A plate of steaming food plops in front of you. Even its heavenly smell canât quell the sudden dread in your gut. âOf course! Of course he did.â Your stomach twists and you decide that perhaps now is not the time to press the subject. âIâll just⌠Iâll try riding tomorrow.â You hate riding, but itâs the first thing that comes to mind.Â
Satoruâs smile thaws into something less menacing. âIâm sure youâll enjoy that.âÂ
You nod eagerly. âIâm sure I will.âÂ
You grab your fork, eager for a new subject. From what you can tell, dinner is roast chicken and vegetables, though itâs the luxury version as everything seems to be. The spices are intoxicating and the green beans are even arranged in a pretty little pattern that makes them look too good to eat. You do anyway. The first bite nearly makes you moan, but you chew slowly, delicately, trying not to let your upbringing show.
Itâs not until several bites later that you realize youâre the only one eating. A quick glance reveals your husband has no platter, no chicken or green beans. Heâs only⌠watching you. You clear your throat, dabbing at your lips with a napkin.Â
âYouâre not⌠eating?â
That permanent smile grows a little wider and you canât help but feel as if thereâs something⌠menacing about it. âAte before I came.âÂ
Your brows furrow. âOh. Were you on the road?âÂ
You think you see something wild flash in his eyes. âNo.âÂ
The rest of dinner passes slowly, almost painfully. Satoru doesnât eat a bite, doesnât even look enticed. You wonder how thatâs possible when it smells like a spice bomb went off in the dining room.Â
By the time youâve cleared your plate youâve discussed everything from the number of horses in the stables to kinds of crops grown on the estate. Itâs comforting to know a little more about your new home, but itâs not enough.Â
âIs there a library?â you ask. Youâre on dessert now. Itâs the best chocolate cake youâve ever had and it takes everything in you to hold back a moan each time it touches your tongue.Â
âOf course.â Your husbandâs eyes flicker to Thomas again and youâre honestly starting to fear for the poor footmanâs life. Everytime you ask a question itâs like Satoru is angry it hasnât already been answered. âItâs yours to use as you please.âÂ
You smile lightly. âPerfect. Thank you.âÂ
He softens a bit at that. âIs there anything specific you wanted to read about?âÂ
You shrug. âThe estate, I suppose. I should know my homeâs history, no?â
His eyes get that wild look again, that sparkle that you know speaks to nothing good. âOh, absolutely. I have some personal favorites to recommend. Iâll leave them aside for you?âÂ
You swallow and give him a shallow nod. âThat would be perfect. Thank you.âÂ
He chuckles. âMy pleasure.âÂ
When dessert is finally over, you stand slowly. Satoruâs not far behind you, saying heâll walk you to your room. Your heart leaps at his words. Will he stay with you tonight?Â
He offers you his arm in the hall and your mouth runs dry when you feel the corded muscle beneath his jacket. By the time you reach your room, youâre thinking of tugging him in behind you. His denial to stay with you last night was not only confusing, but⌠off putting. Nearly offensive. Did he not like how you looked? Did he think something was wrong with you?��
You muster all the courage you possess and force your lips apart. âWill you stay with me tonight?âÂ
His eyes spark again and you hold your breath. He presses closer. This is it, you think. His lips hover over yours, eyes glimmering in the candlelight. And then he dips his head, his mouth pressing to your pulse.Â
âNot tonight,â he whispersâ and then heâs gone.Â
~
You wake suddenly. Itâs the middle of the night, you gather. The light streaming through the window is weak enough to only be that of the moon.Â
Your heart is pounding and your skin is slick with sweat despite the chill in your bones. A nightmare, you think. It must have been a nightmare.Â
As you settle back into your sheets you swear you see a ripple in the darkness. You close your eyes. If your nightmare is real, youâd rather not see it coming.
~
The library is huge. Itâs sprawling and smells of paper and leather and everytime Thomas lights a candle you flinch at the idea that one misplaced spark could end thousands of years of knowledge.Â
The books Satoru left you are⌠perfect. Just what you were looking for. Theyâre all comprehensive volumes of the history of the estate, many of which reference each other. Youâre stunned to see that several are written by very well-known authors of both the past and the present. You knew the Gojo familyâs influence reached far, but not that far. You peruse the titles. The Gojos: A History, A History of the Gojo Crest, History of the Gojo Castle, Revisiting the Gojo Family: A Comprehensive History. Altogether you have well over a few thousand pages of informationâ but thereâs one book that doesnât fit with the rest. Itâs relatively unassuming. A black cover with some sort of gold rune etched onto its front. When you flip to the title page it reads âCreatures of Myth and Where To Find Themâ. Your brows furrow. You slide it to the sideâ must have gotten mixed in with the others, you think.
~
You ask Thomas to bring the books to your room. He does. Very respectfully. He sets them on your bedside table and then retreats like a kicked puppy with only a polite goodbye. You sigh. His behavior has only gotten stranger in the past few days. You think the servantsâ coldness must have something to do with Satoru, but you canât figure out why. Had he ordered them to stay away? Why would he?Â
You decide itâs a question for another day and dive into your books. You spend hours, days, reading every chapter, page, and word. The pure amount of information is dizzying. Apparently this specific estate had been in the hands of the Gojo family since the eighth century (with several razings and consequential rebuilds). You also learn that Satoru was not only the most wealthy lord on the continent, but the most wealthy man. Even wealthier than the king apparently, though that fact was kept fairly under wraps to protect the crownâs ego. The estimates of your husbandâs net worth made your head spin.
Satoru joins you for breakfast and dinner every day. You never see him eat a morsel. Itâs⌠unsettling to say the least. Itâs always just that tin cup, filled with something you could never quite see. You develop a pattern of waking in the night, too, with the overwhelming sense that something is watching you. Sometimes you could swear you feel the bed shift as you jerk awake. Each time you simply close your eyes and try your best to slow your heart, convinced your mind is playing tricks on you.Â
Your days feel a little more productive with a book in your hands, but youâve read them all three times over by the time a fortnight has passed. You find yourself packing them up to return to Thomas when a certain black cover catches your attention. You grab it from the pile and settle back into your seat. Youâve nothing better to do, right?Â
You flip back the cover, revealing a familiar title. âCreatures of Myth and Where to Find Themâ. You donât recognize the authorâs name. A quick scroll through the table of contents reveals nothing particularly interesting, but you pick a random chapter on ghouls and decide to start there.Â
Itâs fascinating. Nothing about the style is boring and the words fly by. Your silly little myth book is a page turner. By the time you notice the light has started dying youâve read about ghosts, fairies, werewolves, and goblinsâ all of which have been a delightful little read. A glance at the clock reveals you have a half hour before dinner. One more chapter, you think. Your eyes skim the title. âVampires [Vampyr]â.Â
You skim the first paragraphs until your eyes settle on a line that catches your eye.Â
âContrary to popular belief, vampires are not always crazed blood-hungry monsters. Many live among humans quite comfortably and are able to avoid detection with a little well-placed effort.âÂ
You purse your lips. What a⌠terrifying thought. You skim a little further.Â
âA vampireâs key characteristic is, of course, their desire and need to drink human blood as sustenance. However, a vampire can be spotted sooner if one is able to recognize their subtler traits. Vampires often have skin lacking any sort of flush. The lack of blood in their veins results in a sickly pallor, even after the most rigorous exercise. Their skin is also noticeably cold to the touch. At best, a vampireâs body will reach room temperature. Vampires can also be noted for their preternatural beauty. They will stand out as the most attractive person in any crowd. Finally, a vampire will have fangs. If one wishes to identify a vampire, one only needs a good look at their teethâ.
A chill settles over your skin. You flip ahead a few pages.Â
âVampires are unable to consume typical human food. Should they attempt to, their bodies will immediately reject any and all foreign substances.âÂ
Your stomach drops. You donât want to think about why. You skip the rest of the paragraph.Â
âVampires possess several supernatural abilities that set them apart as a humanâs predator rather than their equal. Vampires are known to move unnaturally fast and are notably light footed. If a vampire does not wish to be heard, they will not be. A vampireâs strength is inhuman, well over ten times that of the average man. They also have a penchant for darkness, an ability to hide away in the shadows that cannot be explained. Oftentimes they will seem to appear from thin air.â
You skip ahead again.
âVampires have been known to take mates. Mates usually come in the form of another vampire, but in some cases a human has been chosen. Vampires are fiercely protective of their mates, bordering on obsession. Any person deemed a threat to their bond or their mateâs safety is usually disposed of quickly. Oftentimes, vampires make these decisions with haste, with little regard for whether or not the threat was real. A vampire will do everything in their power to please their mate, but have been known to forcibly restrain their mates in situations of unrequited feelings. Above all else, vampires wish to possess their mates. Two bonded vampires will sometimes spiral into gloriously destructive fits in their endless desire to protect and possess one another. A vampire bonded to a human will show an increasingly protective nature, often isolating their mate from others.â
Your heart pounds. A bead of sweat rolls down your back. You flip the pages, desperateâ desperate for a piece of information that will save you from the thoughts spilling in your mind, from the thoughts you will do anything not to believe. You reach the âWhere to Find Themâ subsection and nearly gasp with relief. Surely, vampires do not pose as wealthy lords of Europe?Â
âVampires can be found everywhere. They do not exist in only one country or continent, but all over the world. Odds are that you have faced at least one vampire in your life, unknowingly or not. Some vampires choose to live solitary lives, surviving in the wilderness where human society will not attempt to tame their wild nature. Others choose to live among humans, some even existing in positions of very high authority.âÂ
No, no, no. This canât be happening to you. It canât be real. Youâre dreaming, youâre having one of those nightmares again. Youâre going to wake up any second.Â
âOne tale recounts a razing of the Gojo estate in the 12th century.âÂ
Youâre panting, hyperventilating. This isnât happening.Â
âSoldiers of the enemy force recounted a singular man, the son and heir of the then Lord Gojo, taking out a minimum of 800 men. He was described as having his familyâs characteristic white hair as well as blue eyes. Eyewitness accounts depict the Gojo heir as covered in blood and killing savagely and with inhuman strength.âÂ
No, no, no.Â
â(See next page for only existing portrait)â
Your fingers tremble but you canât stop them. Thereâs no way. Itâs not possible.Â
You flip the page and Satoru stares back at you.Â
Knock! Knock! Knock!
You nearly scream. Your door rattles angrily, but youâre not sure you can answer it, not with the knowledge flooding your mind. The knocking continues. You run your hand over your face and smooth down your hair. You feel frazzled, dirty, despite not having moved from your chair all day. Another knock prompts you to set your book aside and stand. You do your best to compose yourself, to put on a straight face. You fail instantly when you pull back the door not to reveal your faithful attendant, not Thomas, but Satoru.Â
You bite back a shriek and instead force a smile. Youâre suddenly very aware of the blood pounding in you veins and of the fact that he most likely knows.Â
âHello,â he says, but his voice is lower than usually, more intense.Â
You force a breath into your lungs. âHello,â you answer, but it sounds more like a squeak than a greeting.Â
Something flashes in his eyes, something familiar, something that is no longer interesting but rather terrifying. âAre you alright? You seem a little⌠flushed.â The concern on his face feels anything but genuine.Â
âIâm fine,â you answer, but even you can tell that reply too quickly, too eagerly. You rush to cover it up. âIs it time for dinner? Whereâs Thomas?âÂ
His lip twitches and you see a muscle in his jaw flex. âThomas has⌠left us.âÂ
No. This wasnât happening to you. There was no way this was happening to you.Â
âHe⌠what?â Thereâs an unmistakable wobble in your voice that only causes Satoruâs face to fall further.Â
âItâs no matter. Heâs gone. Now itâs just you and me, hm?â He chuckles and the sound rattles your bones. âIn fact, I was thinking Iâd cut down on the number of servants we have entirelyâŚâÂ
You mind races with the memory of knowledge you wish you didnât have. âVampires are fiercely protective of their mates, bordering on obsession. Any person deemed a threat to their bond or their mateâs safety is usually disposed of quickly.â
You nearly stumble, but lean against the doorframe just in time. Your husband had disposed of a man, all because he brought you meals and books?
âWhat have you been up to today, princess?â The question breaks your trance just in time for you to see your husbandâs eyes flicker behind you.Â
You wet your lips. âJust some reading.â You plead that he doesnât ask anything further. He does.Â
âAbout the estate?â he asks.Â
You nod and try to swallow the lump in your throat. âYes.â
His smile returns and this time itâs not forced. âYou got my books, then?âÂ
You try smiling back, but youâre fairly sure it looks more like a grimace. âYes.â
âAnything interesting?â he presses.
This isnât happening. This canât be happening. Does he know? Does he know that you know? âYes, of course. Lots.âÂ
He pauses and you see the debate and then the decision in his eyes. You think itâs the first time youâve felt true terror when he meets your gaze again. âI think we should skip dinner tonight. It seems we have so much to discuss.â
You donât even have the wherewithal to scream when he steps into you, forcing you back until heâs shutting your door behind him. He doesnât stop there, though. He keeps pressing, keeps pushing until your knees hit the bed and youâre falling to the mattress. He crawls right after you.
âWho knew my little wife was such a reader? All those books in such a short time⌠You must be simply spilling with information.âÂ
You retreat across the mattress, squeaking when your back hits the headboard and his arms cage your waist. Youâre trapped.
His hands find your hips and youâre all too aware of how cool his touch is. Even more so when he pulls you right into his lap.
âSatoru-â your voice is pitiful, breathless, and youâre ashamed to say itâs not just from the fear in your gut. Heâs never been this close before, never touched you, held you like this. âThomas-âÂ
âDonât speak his name.â His face pulls into the first scowl youâve ever seen and the sight is enough to root you to the spot. Never have you seen anything more frightening. A creature so beautiful, so perfectly angelic, filled with an insurmountable rage. Itâs wrong. âHeâs gone. Heâll never bother you again.â Heâs closer now, his breath skating over your skin. Itâs cool and now you know the reason why.Â
You shake and tremble and you knowâ Thomas is dead. Your husband killed himâ killed him for getting too close when all he did was stay at a distance. Satoru killed him. Killed him.Â
He buries himself in your neck, his voice a near whine. âThought I could put up with it, just so youâd have someone to take care of youâŚâ He groans. âI was so wrong, princess. Couldnât stand it. Couldnât stand the way you smelled more like him than meâŚâÂ
You feel him melt against you then, relief washing over his body in a wave. âBut heâs gone. And now itâs just you and me, hm? Just you and meâŚâ He hums, like remembering that fact is all heâs ever needed.
Heâs kissing your pulse again, now, and your heart is racing faster than ever. Your fingers curl into his shoulders. You should push him away, away, away. Heâs a killer, of thousands no doubt. Youâve never felt at home here, never felt like you belonged. This is why. Youâre not even the same species. Heâs something else, something your hands were never meant to touch.Â
Your mind screams at you to do go, to shove and kick at him and leave this place behind. Go, go, go your gut says⌠but you donât. You canât. Itâs too⌠good. The feeling of his cool lips against your skin, of what youâre sure is his tongue prodding at your pulse⌠itâs intoxicating. He is intoxicating. How could anyone blame you for wanting more of someone, something, so divine?Â
âHave you figured it out yet, love?â Your breath hitches and he chuckles, licking a long stripe up your neck, before he settles back at your pulse. Always your pulse. âI can feel those little gears turning. Tell me, what have they discovered?âÂ
He knows you know. But heâs going to make you say it. You swallow and feel his grip on you tighten. âYouâreâŚâ Your breaths come faster. You canât. Not aloud. Aloud makes it too⌠real.Â
âYessss?â he prods. Heâs licking at you again, all the way across your throat to find your other pulse-point.Â
âYouâre notâŚâ Something sharps nicks at your skin and you bite your lip to hold back a whimper.Â
âGo on, princess.â You think heâs just smelling you now, just burying his face as close to you as possible and taking you in.Â
You close your eyes tightly, holding back tears. âNot human,â you breathe. A piece of you breaks with the admission.
He huffs a little laugh against your skin and pulls back to look you in the eye. âThatâs good,â he purrs. âBut I think you can be a little more specific, no?â His lips press to your chin, then the corner of your mouth, then down to your jaw⌠âTell me.âÂ
Your lips wobble, muscles clenching tighter with each passing moment. You donât want to say it, donât want to speak it into existence, but you also donât dare to disobey him.Â
âYouâre aâŚâ You shake and tremble. He draws a line up your neck with the tip of his nose.
âMhm?âÂ
You open your eyes, thinking this might be the last time you see. âVampire.âÂ
He chuckles and you feel his teeth press to the skin of your neck. âThatâs right, princess. So smart.âÂ
He smiles and you suddenly realize youâve never seen his teeth before. Everytime he smiles at you itâs close-lipped and dimpled. But this⌠this is the smile of a predatorâ all white and pointy and fitted with a set of menacingly long fangs. You sob at the sight.Â
âShhhhh,â he coos. He has your chin in his hand, forcing you to truly look at him, to see him for what he is. âI wonât hurt you, love.â You want to believe him so badly it burns, but his laugh washes away any fire and turns it to ice. âNot unless you want me to.â He wiggles a brow like itâs just a little joke, like heâs not an actual fucking vampire that had his fangs over your neck just moments ago.Â
âSatoru,â you beg. Youâre not sure what youâre begging for. Release maybe? But, no, thatâs not right. You donât want him to let you go, not when you finally have him close after all this time. âWhy did you pick me?âÂ
The question slips out. You hadnât even been thinking about it, hadnât even noticed it scratching at the walls of your mind, but it made its way out nonetheless.
His brow creases, but not in confusion. Moreso in⌠thoughtfulness. âDo you think about that a lot, princess?âÂ
You nod and you suddenly want him closer, want him to touch you everywhere, hold you like his life depends on it. You want him, no matter how horrible it might be.Â
He nods and hums, kissing the tip of your nose lightly. âWellâŚâ he says. His thumb swipes over your lips when he leans in to whisper in your ear. âAt first I wanted you for this.â His head dips to your neck again and you feel the familiar brush of his lips against your throat. âYou smellâŚâ he chuckles. âLike heaven. Which is a place Iâll never get to on my own, so I had to bring my own little slice home, no?â He laughs again, a little louder this time, genuinely amused. âWent into town one day and caught your scent on the street. At first I thought I must be walking past the bakery, but, lo and behold, there was no baker in sight.â Heâs still kissing at your pulse, worshiping it. âWent crazy, princess. Didnât think I was going to be able to contain myself when I found you. Thought it might be quite the scene.â He huffs a laugh and you shiver, somehow both terrified and intoxicated. âBut then I saw youââ he groans and something clenches deep at your center. âAnd I knew I needed more than just your blood. Needed you.â Heâs rocking into you now, and your breath catches when you feel something firm against your backside. âWent to you in that little room you slept in every night. Watched you. Couldnât stay away. Knew I had to have you.â You feel him smile against your skin. âAfter a week I couldnât take it anymore. Sent you that letter, married you. Made you mine.â He groans again. âThen I met you and you were so pretty, princess. Already knew it, but hearinâ you talk to me, look at me.â Teeth graze your pulse. âNeeded you more than ever. Almost took you right on the fucking floor in here while you were lookinâ at those dresses.â You whine when his hips roll into you again. âOh, but I knew I couldnât. Youâre so fragile, love. Had to wait, had to make you feel safe, yeah? Spent all this time forcing myself to stay away, âfraid of what I might too if I was in your presence too long. Had to control myself. Had to make you realize you could trust me.â He panting, like heâs so pent up he can hardly sit still. âDo you trust me, princess?âÂ
Your brows scrunch. Say no, say no, say no a part of you screams. Run, run, run. You canât. âYes,â you breathe.Â
You feel him smile again, feel the pleasure of submission. âGood girl.âÂ
Youâre on your back. It happens so fast your eyes donât even have time to gasp. You donât see Satoru, but you feel him. Everywhere. His hands are roaming your body softly, sliding under buttons and laces and popping them off. Your dress loosens with every passing moment until Satoru reappears above you, diving straight for your neck again. âSo good, princess. Letâs get you out of this dress, yeah?âÂ
You nod wordlessly, entranced. He finds your mouth as he rids you of your clothes. His tongue presses in and you flail against him, unsure of what to do, of how to handle the intrusion. The kiss is heavy, too heavy, but Satoru canât seem to stop. He devours you as he gives up on laces and buttons and simply shreds your dress down the back. You tremble when the cold air hits your skin, when his cool fingers dust your collarbone.Â
âI always forget how many damn layers they make you ladies wear,â he chuckles. His hands run beneath your shift, up across your bare thigh. You gasp at the touch. No one has even been so close to you before. You feel the threads of your corset snapping away, feel your breaths growing deeper. You tremble when he pulls your sleeve down past your shoulder and runs his mouth along the newly exposed skin.Â
âSatoru,â you gasp, and your hand pulls at his flowing white shirt.Â
He chuckles, pulling back just enough to see your face. âYou wanna see me too?â You nod, lips parted and eyes glassy, and he laughs again. He lips dust over the corner of your mouth. âAlright.âÂ
His hands shift from you to himself, working at the laces on his chest. His movements are speedy, practiced, like heâs been lacing and unlacing shirts for hundreds of years. Your throat tightens when you realize that he has.Â
You gasp when he reveals himself, when his shirt slides away to reveal an expanse of pale skin and carved muscle. Youâve never seen a man like this and seeing one this close up for the first time is nearly blinding. Heâs art, you think- nothing less.Â
âTouch me, princess,â he says. You canât. You shouldnât. Heâs too beautiful, too perfect to be beneath your insignificant hands. âNeed a little help?â he asks, and thereâs a lilt in his voice that makes you sure heâs grinning.Â
His hands find yours and bring them to his chest, running your palms over his collarbones, his pecs, down, down, down across his abs that you can feel each and every one⌠You whimper, watching your own fingers grope his skin. He pulls you lower, lower, lower, and you gasp when your fingertips brush the waistband of his pants. But then heâs laughing again and heâs throwing your arms over his shoulders and pulling you closer, kissing your neck like it pained him to be parted from your pulse for so long.Â
âNot so fast,â he says, like he wasnât the one nearly stuffing your hands down his pants. His hands are on your corset again. You can feel it dangling onto you by a thread, literally. All he needs is a couple more pulls and youâll be bare. By the look he gives you, you can tell heâsÂ
thinking the same thing. âYou touch me, now I touch you, yeah?â Thereâs a tug and a tear and then so much⌠cold. Youâve never realized how cold this castle is, not until youâre exposed to its elements fully. Youâre naked.Â
Satoru sits back on his knees and just watches. His gaze is searing, burning, despite the iciness of his being. Itâs too much. Your hands move to cover yourself, to maintain some modicum of your dignity-Â
âNo.â Strong hands find your wrists and pry them apart. âLet me see you,â he says. His tongue darts out to lick his lips.Â
Your jaw clenches and your frame shakes, but you do as he asks, letting your hands fall limply at your sides. Thereâs silence for many more moments and it seems to go on so long that you can only squeeze your eyes shut under his gaze. Surely he will turn you away now, get up and leave, tell you this was a mistake, tell you that youâreâÂ
âBeautiful,â he breathes. Your eyes snap open to find him already staring at you. âBeautiful,â he says again, and then heâs on you, lips at your pulse, hands on your skin. His touch is cool and you squeak at the chill that runs up your spine. Youâre not sure itâs entirely from his temperature.Â
His mouth seeks yours and he devours you. You feel as if heâs sucking your soul out through your lips. âTell me youâve never done this before,â he begs. âTell me Iâm the first to touch you.âÂ
You whine against his mouth, both aching for more and overwhelmed by what heâs already giving you. âY-Youâre the first,â you whisper.Â
His groan is deep, primal. It rattles through your chest and you whimper when his hands dig into your waist hard enough to bruise. âYes,â he breathes, and you shiver again. âLie back, princess.â Your eyes widen, with anticipation or fear youâre not sure. Probably both. He chuckles. âDonât worry. Iâll be gentle.âÂ
You pray he means that. âJust relax, love. Here, hold my hand.â His fingers find yours, twining them together. When you swallow, his eyes follow the bob of your throat. He leans back again and your body twitches when his free hand skims the skin of your thighs. His tongue darts out to wet his lips as he finds your knees and you gasp when he parts your legs, revealing you so completely to his gaze. The way he stares, like heâs committing you to memory, itâs nearly enough to make you snap your thighs shut, but a squeeze from his hand reminds you to relax, to trust.Â
His palm skates up your thigh and settles near your hip, his fingertips inching closer to where you can feel an embarrassing throb.Â
âTell me, love. Have you ever touched yourself here?â His fingers dust low on your tummy- just low enough for you to catch his meaning, but not low enough to give you any relief. Your face heats and your teeth dig into the flesh of your cheek. You have, you have touched yourself there, but itâs the last thing you want to admit to your new husband. Itâs shameful, itâs dirty, itâs- âDonât think Iâll judge you, princess. Just wanna know.âÂ
You gulp down a breath. You should come clean. âY-yes,â you stutter, and the sound of your voice so weak and helpless only makes you flush further.Â
He chuckles and squeezes your hand again. âOn the outside or the inside?âÂ
Your eyes widen. I-inside? Youâd never considered that⌠âJ-just the outside,â you answer.Â
Your eyes grow even wider when his head rolls back and he moans straight up to the ceiling like your answer is heaven-sent. When he looks back to you his fangs are on full display. âWell, I think you and I are in for a little treat today, hm?âÂ
Your brow furrows and your lips part to ask him what he meansâ his fingers travel those last few inches down your tummy and find your clit. You squeak and jolt so violently that he presses a hand to your hip, holding you to the mattress. âSomebodyâs sensitive,â he chuckles. He holds you still for a moment and then lets your hips go free. âTry to stay still. I promise itâll feel good.â
You nod hopelessly, but this time youâre prepared for when he touches you again. Your muscles clench at the first touch, at the foreign sensation of a touch down there that wasnât your own. But then itâs more. Itâs languid, slow circles around a spot that youâve never been able to pinpoint so well on your own. Itâs heat building in your tummy that seeps through every vein and into every pore. Itâs relaxation that youâve never known, that has you melting into the mattress despite the chill of the touch.Â
Thereâs a little huff of a laugh and then his voice. âGood girl. Feels nice, yeah?â You nod hesitantly and squeeze desperately at his hand, searching for an anchor. His head cocks to the side and you watch the smile slide across his lips. âItâs about to feel even nicer.âÂ
By the time you realize what heâs doing itâs far too late to stop him. His mouth closes around your cunt and you yelp, trying to wiggle away from the overwhelming sensation- but heâs got his freehand on your hip again and his grip is bruising, punishing, as he holds you in place. He licks a stripe through your folds and you find yourself jolting again, uselessly so against the pressure of his palm on your hip. âStop that, princess.â Your heart drops at the admonishment until you feel his guiding touch. âRock into me like this.â His hand rocks your hips into his mouth and the pressure of his tongue against your clit is so delicious that you whimper. âGood girl,â he says and your heart rises right back up. âKeep doing that, now.â You donât dare defy him. You rock like he showed you, a little jerkily at first, and then you find a rhythm that has you seeing stars. âThatâs it, love,â he says, and the sound is muffled against your cunt. âHere, put your hand in my hair.â He finds your wrist and guides you forward until your fingers are tangling in those snowy locks. Theyâre even softer than youâd imagined. âGood girl,â he whispers and suddenly heâs taking one last long lick and lifting his head to meet your eyes. ââM gonna put my fingers in you now, princess.â Your chin wobbles. âIt might hurt a little bit, but stay still, okay?â You canât do anything but nod.Â
His eyes return to your cunt and you can feel him prodding at your entrance, circling the hole as you clench in anticipation. âRelaaaaaax, love,â he says and you nod. A deep breath in through your nose and out through your mouthâÂ
You feel the exact moment he pushes into you and a whine of pain rips from your throat. Your walls clamp down like a vice, angry at the intrusionâ but itâs already too late. Thereâs a beat of silence, of anticipation, and then heâsâ laughing?Â
Your brows furrow when you hear it, your head lifting to a sight that locks your limbs in shock. Satoruâs hand is lifted in front of his face, his pointer finger coated inâ blood, you realize. Your blood. And heâs a fucking vampire.Â
âOh princess,â he coos, and the manic look in his eyes makes you tremble. âYou really are perfect.âÂ
Things seem to slow as you watch him take his blood covered finger into his mouth. Youâre sure youâve never seen an expression more blissful, more lost to sensation. His eyes roll back and his body shivers, like heâs ascending to some higher plane. Maybe he is.Â
When he pulls his finger from his mouth itâs completely licked clean. You hold your breath. Heâs going to go for your neck now, right? Heâs had a taste and now heâll want more of it, all of it?
âFuck,â is all he says. His mouth is back on your cunt so fast you donât even see him move.Â
Your mouth falls wide. It hurts, the way he is so desperately licking at you. You feel his finger again, pressing in, in, in, only to pull back and suddenly be joined by another. The stretch tears at you. You thrash and jolt, but Satoru doesnât bother telling you to stop this time. His arm wraps over your hips, holding you in place. He seems immune to how hard your legs squeeze at his head or your hands pull at his hair. Heâs lost. You can feel him licking, lapping, and prodding at you like youâre a fucking gold mine. Heâs lost to desperation, to the need for more, more, more. Every so often he lifts his chin and you see his mouth smudged with a mixture of your wetness and your blood. He laps at his lips like an animal, dragging his thumb across his chin and sliding it into his mouth to make sure he gets every last drop.Â
Youâre not quite sure when the ravenous pain turns to a ravenous pleasure, when it turns from terrifying to downright delicious. You donât notice your moans filling the air until Satoru joins you, groaning and whining into your cunt and telling you to keep going, to keep making those sounds. The hand you have buried in his hair doesnât fight to push him away any longer, only to pull him into those now practiced rocks of your hips. His fingers thrust deep, curling into a spot that makes you feel so good and his mouth has found your clit again. He sucks your nerves lightly between his lips, tongue swirling in little circles. Your thighs start to shake.Â
âYes. Yes. Give it to me.âÂ
âS-Satoruââ you breathe. Warmth and tightness pool in your tummy, and you recognize it as your approaching orgasm, though you know this one will be far different than any youâve ever managed to give yourself. Your body shakes and your breaths tremble and thenâ you fall over the edge, rocking your hips senselessly, losing all form of rhythm. Warmth tingles in your spine and seeps all the way down to your toes. You think you cry out, cry for your husband, cry for more, cry for less, but if you do you donât hear it. All you hear is the pounding of your pulse, of pleasure throbbing in your veins until the world slowly seeps back in through the corners of your vision.Â
Satoru is grinning. A speck of your blood clings to his chin and his fangs peek out from behind his lips. The sight makes your blood run a little colder. If any part of you doubted what he was before⌠well, there was no doubt any longer.Â
Thereâs a shift between your legs, his hips slotting between them, and youâre suddenly snapped back to reality. From the look in his eyes, youâre not done.Â
Frantic hands find his pants and he undoes each button with a quickness that is almost inhuman. You wonder if he could go even faster, if heâs holding back so as not to scare you. If he is, it isnât working very well. Fear surges in your veins right alongside anticipation.Â
âS-Satoruââ
âItâs alright, love.â His hand finds yours without his eyes ever looking up. His grip is just a little too firm, a little too cold. âJust stay still.âÂ
You whimper, but you donât think heâs paying attention to that, and soon enough, neither are you. His pants slide down just past his hips, just enough. You gasp.Â
Youâve never seen a man in the nude, never even dared to think about what it might look like, though it seemed you no longer had to guess. His hand wrapped around his shaft, giving one long and slow stroke that made his breath hiss through his fangs. The tip was flushed, angry, and leaking something that looked clear and sticky. You couldnât help but notice it was a lot thicker than a finger, or even two. If his fingers had hurtâŚ
He moves with that alarming quickness again, leaning down to hover over you, chests nearly pressed together. âGonna take you now, princess. Gonna make you mine.â His eyes bore into yours, blue and shimmering with something wild. His hand presses into the mattress beside your head. âStay still, now.â
Itâs all the warning he gives you. You feel like youâre splittingâ straight up the middle. You wail, hands flying out to claw at his back. It hurts. It hurts.Â
âSatoru, p-please! ItâsââÂ
Lips catch yoursâ hungry, feral. The kiss is not gentle, not soothing. It shuts you up, it keeps you quiet, it keeps you still as you feel him sinking further, deeper into you. Itâs too much, you try to say, but the poke of sharp teeth against your lips keeps you silent. Your hips jolt and wiggle trying desperately to escape the stretch but itâs no use. By the time heâs fully inside you, tears are streaking down your cheeks, fat and heavy. His lips break away and his eyes reappear. You shake when you see that none of the wildness has been tamed, that youâve only just begun.
âGood girl,â he coos, and a cool finger traces a line across your jaw. âTook me so well.â You hold back a sob when his hips shift a little, testing, prodding. He must see the pinch of your eyes, the twist of your mouth, because heâs quick to comfort. âJust hold my hand, princess.â His hips rock in earnest this time and you whimper, squeezing down on his hand with all your might. Youâre panting as he chuckles. âBreathe, love. Breathe. Soon youâll be begging for more,â he laughs. Itâs not long before heâs rocking into you sincerely, setting a pace that stretches you to the brink of breaking. At first itâs all you can do to grasp onto him, to bite your lips through the whimpers and hold his hand. And then itâs⌠more. Itâs heat and warmth despite the coolness of his body on yours. Itâs sensation and⌠pleasure. He laughs when the first moan slides past your lips, burying his face in your neck once again. You hear him at your ear, panting his hot breath across your skin.Â
âFeel good, princess?â You nod, letting your hips rock against his as he showed you before. It feels goodâ it feels right. He chuckles, but thereâs nothing light about the sound. âWanna feel even better?â Something sharp pokes at the skin of your neck, hard enough to make you squeak, to make you freeze at what you know he wants.Â
He pulls himself back, pressing his forehead to yours, searching your eyes with his. Something like a cruel smile dances on his mouth. âJust a taste, love. I promise it wonâ hurt.â His tongue darts out and licks across your lips, his thrusts rocking just a bit faster. âYouâll feel sâ good anâ Iâll only take a little.â He laughs again and it sends a chill through your bones. âPromise.â He sounds breathless, like heâs struggling to restrain himself. The increase of his pace makes you whine and you squeeze his hand again. He buries himself back in your neck, panting. âCome on, love. Say yes. Say yes fâ me.â Your eyes glaze over. Your body justles with each new thrust. Heâs desperate now, seeking a release that you donât think is any kind youâre familiar with. âYes, yes, yes,â he chants in your ear. Youâre not sure when his words twist in your mind, when they settle on your tongue and push past your lips, but you know it feels so right when they do.Â
âYes,â you whisper.Â
His fangs clamp around your pulse. You scream when the sting rips through you, violent and savageâ but it only lasts a moment. Pain fades to⌠ecstasy. You feel his throat bobbing with each swallow, feel your blood seeping from your skin and onto his tongue. Youâd thought it would feel slicing, draining, like the life was being sucked from you. It doesnât. It feels wonderful. Heat spreads under your skin, emanating from your neck and down to your toes. It feels like breathing for the first time, like sugar being pumped into your veins. It feels like heaven. Your hand tangles in his hair, holding him close. You donât want it to stop, not ever. You could die like this, have him suck every last drop of blood from your veins and thank him for it with your dying breath.Â
Heâs moaning now, hands curling into your hips while he fucks into you relentlessly. The pace is grueling and brutal. You know it should hurt but only feels perfect. Anything less would not be enough. Anything else would leave you wanting. You feel it building, feel that familiar twinge at your core. The ecstasy flooding through your veins has it coming faster, has you teetering on the edge in moments.Â
âSatoruâŚâ You hadnât noticed how dizzy you felt until you tried to speak. You wonder why⌠ââM gonnaâŚâÂ
He fucks you harder, something menacing and deep rumbling in his chest. The sound makes you shiver, makes you whine, makes you come.Â
Your body shakes and a cry rips from your throat, cunt clenching like a vice around him. Your eyes roll back, hands scraping trails down his back. Your thighs quake with the intensity, with the overwhelming senses of pleasure that erupt throughout your body. Every nerve is firing, every hair rising. Itâs an unstoppable current, one that sweeps you away, helpless to its pull.Â
His thrusts grow sloppy and untimed. His grip on your hips tightens, holding you in place while he makes you his. His teeth break from your neck and when you look up through blurry eyes you see his head thrown back, your blood streaming down his chin in thick little globs. You feel it when he cums, feel the thick ropes of it seeping into your womb, feel the way he keeps fucking you, pushing it deeper and deeper inside. Heâs moaning, chanting your name like a prayer at the heavens.Â
When the moment ends he slumps over you, eyes half lidded and tired. Thereâs a familiar grin on his lips, one that inspires both comfort and uneasiness in your gut. You canât help but stare at him, at the blood that stains his chin and cheeks, that reddens his lips so beautifully. You want to reach out and touch him, touch his blood-soaked skin and see what it feels like, what it tastes like. What you taste like.Â
His eyes slide to the side, finding your pulse again. You groan. Yes, you think. Please, yes. More. You donât think youâll ever get enough of that. Of his teeth in your flesh, of the euphoria flooding your veins. More, more, more, your mind chants.Â
He chuckles lightly and shakes his head. âNo, princess.â He raises a finger to trace the curve of your neck. âI took more than I should haveâŚâ His expression doesnât tense with worry. His cheeks pull into a smile, those little dimples shining through. âBut what can I say? You just taste so good.â Like he needs to emphasize his point, his tongue darts out to trace his lips, lapping up some of the remaining blood on his chin. âYou taste like mine.â
You whine. More, more, more. Itâs all you can think about. You lift an arm weakly. You want to pull him to your neck, to make him drink, to make him fill you with the heaven you had just moments ago.Â
He catches your wrist and brings it to his lips, inhaling deeply. His lips split into another grin and you see his eyes spark again with the wildness you crave.Â
âNot yet, princess.â he coos. âBut soon.â His smile grows even wider, until those fangs are on full display, until youâre trembling again. âForever,â he whispers.
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suguru is the type to answer the phone while heâs fucking you.
ugh the man he is, while heâs deep inside you and he gets a call and heâs contemplating on answering but does it anyways.
this doesnât happen all the time but it happens most of the time, heâs a busy man who has a lot of people who rely on him.
youâve gotten used to it but your eyes will still go big when you see him reaching for his as heâs mid stroke.
your walls clenching up from anxiety but all heâs does is smirk and presses the accept button quickly covering your mouth.
muffled moans will come out and heâll shoot you a glare as he pushes into you even harder as the distant voices from the phone come out.
âhello?⌠yeah of course iâm not busy⌠just chilling out.â you feel so good that he himself canât even keep his moans down but heâs gotten better over time.
especially with how you clench around him when you hear how nonchalantly heâs talking to the other person on the side.
suguru even thinks your pussy feels better when youâre on the phone, the way you clench around him and make those wide eyes turns him on so much.
heâll lean down and lower his phone down so he can be at a distance to where the other person canât hear and sayâŚ
âyouâre being such a good girl, just keep being quiet.â praising you for lying under him as he pushes all his length inside of you, quiet curses slipping out of his mouth.
the other person will question what he said and heâll just laugh and shoot you a wink as he smirks before deepening his strokes.
âhuh? oh nothing nothing i pushed into something too hard.â sometimes youâll laugh but the other times youâll be crying under his hand because of how good it feels.
the way he purposely does things so you can let out a whimper loud enough so the other person can hear.
theyâll ask with a lot of concern coating their voice what was that and suguru will say every timeâŚ
âitâs just my dog⌠sheâs being a bad girl.â then push into you quickly causing you to moan so loud there was no way the person wouldnât notice.
it turns him on so much to answer calls in the middle of fucking, he actually encourages people to call him then flips you over and gets to work.
itâs like a kink, that keeps him going.
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satoru gets your nails done because he loves the way they feel and look.
the way you rub your nails over his smooth skin in a clear rhythm makes his eyes roll back, begging for more.
sometimes when you want to try something new and get short nails heâll beg and plead for you to get them an inch longer.
youâll always give in because he was the one paying for your nails, but it was like damn.
the best part about having your nails done was having them wrapped around his dick, he fucking loved it.
it was like a kink to him. every-time you got on your knees his eyes lit up when you started to wrap your hands around them, your nails sitting there pretty.
he was practically drooling, it made him cum in 0.2 seconds and he doesnât even know why.
it was just something about the color and design sitting pretty on your nail beds as your gorgeous face sat there.
it was like both were complimenting each other.
holding your hands were heaven, you would give him little scratches and it made him melt into a puddle.
scratching his head made him feel so good he was going to combust, the way he laid in your lap as you scratched circles in his scalp made him float.
you never went with your nails undone with him, if you even hinted at the fact you needed your nails done he was right behind you with his credit card.
in his eyes you were both winning.
your nails done and your hands wrapped around his dick.
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satoru could never say no to you
it wasnât in his vocabulary when speaking to you, all that came out of his mouth was âyes, of course baby.â
especially⌠when it came to sex.
now you didnât ask simply if the both of you could fuck, thatâs barbaric, youâll play it smooth.
youâll be laying, slowly backing your ass into his lower half, acting like you didnât know what you were doing, and he would fall for it.
every. single. time.
sometimes it would be your body that told him that you wanted it, but then it would be that stare.
those bedroom eyes telling him to fuck you raw, make you feel good, he was a sucker for you and could never say no.
wanted to spend thousands of dollars off his card? go ahead! want to beat him over the head with a hammer? have at it.
satoru gojo didnât care what it was, he was at your every waking call.
if you said⌠âgive me dick now.â he would have it on a silver platter, this man had no shame, as long as you were happy.
that afterglow you had every time he gave in made him blush and hard, no matter the context.
he would continue to provide and give you everything, because he can never say no to you.
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