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moon-catto · 2 years

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When He's Secretly Crushing On You

Warning: lots of fluff, mention of Geto. Gojo being so dumb and helpless asaskaskajfk this is done in one hour, so expect grammar mistakes. Scroll more for a surprise picture *wink*

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Gojo Satoru is a man with everything. That is a well known undeniable fact. I mean, look at him. Good looks, irresistible charms, wealth, and insane power are all gifted to him ever since he was born into this world. Be it something or someone, he always gets what he wants without breaking a sweat.

That's what he originally thought.

Until an unpredictable factor popped out of nowhere—which is you— and successfully turning his world upside down. Making him question his own existence and meaning of his twenty eight years of living. You, who frowned at him when the first time you two met at the family gathering between your respective clans, like three years ago.

How could you?

He didn't do anything to bother you, yet. Even this family gathering thing is something so sudden, he's being forced to style himself up to greet a complete stranger—that turned out to be his future wife.

Shocked? No. He's been in this loop of marriage proposals for a few years. And yes, you're not reading that wrong. People actually came to his clan residence to ask for his hand in marriage, not in the other way around.

He felt like a princess being courted by so many foolish nobles. It's kinda amusing though, seeing how hard they tried to convince him to tie himself to a sacred cage called marriage. And he amused himself more when he outright declined them with the most ridiculous reasons like:

"Your eyebrows are not symmetrical."

"I don't like your kimono, it's the same motive with mine."

"Isn't your foundation a bit too thick on the left cheek? Uh-huh. Yeah, there. It's too bright for your skin tone."

People is so desperate for him and why are you being the odd one here? Being sulky and sour like you were actually being forced to attend this comedic meeting disguised as a marriage proposal.

Just like him.

He mirrored your expression as his father started the same greeting line again.

He's mentally preparing himself for another boring meeting, when you stand from your place. Stretching your body in a bit of an exaggerating manner.

"Let's just go home, already." She pulled the veil off her face and Satoru can see her more clearly now—he was just able to make a bit of her facial expression because of the thick veil, but now you showed him yours truly— A beauty like none other, but what captivates him the most is the sharp look on your eyes, burning like wildfire as you glared at your said parents. "He'll reject me like the other girls. Besides," you dusted off your kimono to prepare yourself leaving the Gojo guest room. "My eyebrows are not symmetrical."

Silence.

She threw a glance at him and he thought she would glare at him like she just did to her parents but—

"Sorry for bothering you." There's a light, almost playful curve forming on her red lips followed with a light bow from her. Not the excessive, over polite bow he used to receive from everyone. "I'll just go home, no need to escort me back."

You quickly walked out of the room after causing such scene. Ignoring how angry your father is and your mother who is panicking over your impolite actions.

Amongst the chaotic situation in the room, Satoru found himself standing—following your trail mindlessly with your image so vivid in his mind.

"He'll reject me like the other girls. Besides, my eyebrows are not symmetrical."

"Ha," he chuckled before goes full on laughing. His steps are light and heart feels fuzzy because of you and the playful smile on your lips.

He wants to see it, your smile and hearing your voice again.

It doesn't took long for him to locate you. You almost arrived at the main gate of his residence with your hand currently pulling the hair accessories off your hair.

"Hey, wait!"

You turned in a perfect moment when the spring breeze flows by, carrying petals of Sakura petals along with it. Your hair dancing along with the wind and the sun illuminated your figure just right—and oh, you look a hundred times more stunning than before.

A light gasp came out of his lips upon seeing your appearance once more. Disheveled and completely unbothered by him, but you managed to knocked the air out of his lungs only with your steady gaze.

"What?" You don't even bother to call him with any honorifics. That alone is enough to make him smile.

"What's your name?"

You were contemplating on giving him a half hearted answer or a sarcastic one. And in the end, you're just too tired to even try to make a spicy reply, so you just go and tell him your name.

"Y/N."

He registered your name in his lips and mind. A fitting name for a person like you, he thought. He found your name pretty.

"Y/N." He calls you with a smile on his face. One that is sweet but also hiding another meaning—a bad intention.

You cocked a brow and it's enough for him to continue his word and retired from the princess act he's been doing for a while.

"Marry me."

He loves you. He really does. He wants you in all the way he could ever imagine, for him to able to hold you without having to think of a reason to mask his feelings to you and for you not to question his affectionate actions.

He wants you so bad but he could never get youv even after three years of a happy marriage—a contract one to be exact, but he doesn't mind. As long he can stand beside you and keeping you safe. It's okay for him to torture himself everyday when he saw you in all of your glory and beauty, internally pushing the need to kiss you breathless.

Maybe that's why today he agreed to go with Shoko and Nanami to a bar after work and wasted himself after like— a glass of vodka and a sip of cocktail. All to let out all the pent up frustration of one sided love, pain, and happiness but also misery that you've brought to him in your marriage days.

"Hiccup." He grinned bashfully. "Sorry, my bad—hiccup!"

Nanami instantly regretted his decision to tag along with him. Now he's drunk like this, surely he won't let Shoko brought him back to his house, right? Not to mention both of their house is in the opposite direction of Satoru's.

"I told you not to order the Iced tea, now look what you've become." Nanami felt a headache coming at his way when his senior spilled the said beverage all over his clothes. How perfect.

"Let him be. He's been suffering for years." Shoko pulled out her phone and starting to snap some rare photos of Satoru being a drunk mess—she can use it to blackmail the latter if he ever wanted to annoy her in the near future. "Gojo, pose."

"Okayyy~" he posed with his signature three fingers peace sign with a goofy smile on his flustered face and Shoko totally lost her shit. She's laughing way too loud for Nanami's liking and he found out that the doctor is also drunk. Not as bad as Gojo, though.

"What did i think when i agreed on this?" He rubbed his temple when he felt his phone buzzing.

Oh, right on time.

"Hello, Y/N-san."

"Hi, Nanami. Sorry for bothering you this late, are you still with—?"

"Gojo-san? Unfortunately, yes." He sighed and you can't help but laugh at his misery-laced tone. "If you're not busy, can you take him home? I need to take Ieiri-san back too."

"Ah, yeah. Of course—"

"Nanamiiiii~ is that my wifey you're calling?" Satoru just really need to open that loud mouth of his.

"Is... Is he drunk?" Nanami can see you sweatdropped just from your slightly trembled voice.

"Yes."

"How drunk?"

Nanami gave Satoru a glance and proceed to answer. "Yes."

"Oh, God. Hold on, I'll be there in ten."

"Take your time, drive safely." He ended the call and back to face his drunk senpai again.

"What did you, how are you talking to—hiccup—my wifeyyy?" He slurred and Shoko became hysterical on how stupid he sounded.

"Dear Lord." Nanami can't with these people. His single brain cell is screaming inside his throbbing head.

"She's wonderful, isn't she?" Nanami's attention is now directed to Gojo again, a bit surprised that he's able to mutter a coherent words in the middle of his hiccups. "A wonderful wifey...— hiccup!"

"You love her, aren't you?" He asked in a matter of fact tone.

Satoru put his head on the table, relishing the cold feel of the surface on his burning skin. He nodded helplessly. "Yeah... Been in love for two years now... Heheh... Hiccup!"

Nanami does have some kind of grudge against Gojo with all of his pranks and barbaric demeanor, but when he's honest and dare he say—vulnerable like this, he can't help but to sympathize with him. A poor guy who's only know to attacc and protecc, now facing a complex feelings like love. He must've been in a tough place when trying to convey his feelings and denying his pride.

"Why don't you say it to her?"

"It'll be faster, too." Shoko somehow regained her consciousness. Something Nanami admired after witnessed her drinking two bottles of wine an hour ago.

"Did you just use your cursed technique?" Nanami asked.

"Yes, that's the main purpose of my technique."

Oh, why he's not surprised.

"I can't ~ hiccup!" Satoru curled himself. "She'll hate me... Hiccup!"

"Says who?"

"If she does like me, she won't be leaving me like this—hiccup!—for years..."

"Maybe you're just too vague in telling her." Shoko began to light her cigarette. "I mean, who would've know if you don't say it?"

"What-what if she rejects me?" Gojo sulked even more, tears started to fill his waterline.

"Well, it bound to happen." Nanami deadpanned. "You're an ass."

"Pfft!" Shoko laughed out loud while Gojo started to puff his cheeks in annoyance.

"You're so meannnnn! I didn't remember raising a mean kouhai like yo-you!"

"You're basically did not raise me at all."

"Nanaminn!"

"And that's why, i hate you." The ex salary-man smiled softly. Something about seeing Gojo this worked out because he loves you just proved that the strongest sorcerer is also a human.

Don't tell Gojo about this, but sometimes Nanami got a bit worried when his senpai literally pushing himself over the edge just to protect everyone—to become a sole pillar that supporting the jujutsu world and humanity. He never let himself become vulnerable like this to and for anyone else. Despite his cheery and extrovert image, he keep so many secrets and dark thoughts alone. It's the reason why Nanami can' t fully understood Gojo at all.

But you easily swept him off his feet, pulling him out of the shell— and make him.... Gojo again. After the incident with Getou, he saw Gojo smiled so wide for the first time when he talked about you.

And he hopes Gojo continues to smile like that.

'"Just tell her." Nanami's smile did not falter. "If you're sincere enough, your feelings will be conveyed to her. And if not," Nanami paused and Gojo gulped nervously. "You can try again. Persistence is one of your traits, after all."

Gojo's eyes sparkled like a precious blue marble when he registered Nanami's word inside his drunk brain. He doesn't really understand but seeing how Nanami encouraged him like this, he felt like he can do it. He can reach for your heart.

"Yes! I'll do it!" He struggling to stand from his chair with a newfound determination in his eyes.

"Nanami-san! Shoko-san!" Your voice is crystal clear to Gojo's ears even with the loud music and noisy crowds around him. He glanced over his shoulder just to found his lovely wife—you, walking towards him with a worry expression painted on your pretty face.

"Wifey!" he literally jumped to hug you and you instinctively caught him.

"Huh?! Satoru!" You hug his bigger frame to support himself. Poor man can't even stand straight. "How many glass did you drink?"

"One," Nanami answered instead of Gojo and you can't help but laugh.

"This idiot, can't even handle a glass." you shook your head gently while patting his head. Shoko looked at you and then to Nanami. Both sharing a knowing look on their eyes.

Ah, maybe this isn't one sided love after all.

Shoko cleared her throat, giving Nanami a nudge in the elbow.

"I'll help you bring him to your car." Nanami says.

The drive to your home is silent. Satoru's occasionally sniffing his cold nose while not-so-subtly throwing a glance to you. You felt your heart ponder because of this.

"Is there something on my face?" You asked with eyes still glued to the road.

"Yes."

"Huh? What is it?" You looked over at him, he's still staring at you with wide blue eyes that glowing softly in the dimness of your car.

"Beauty." He answered breathlessly.

You snorted. "What's gotten into you?" You know he's so random and cheesy at all times. Always giving an exaggerated compliments whenever he can and you always brushed it off as a joke from him. But today is quite particular, there's no teasing glint in his eyes as usual. His serious expression doesn't help calming your sudden erratic heartbeat either.

No, he's just joking.

You tried to convince yourself. You don't want to hurt yourself over something he thought of as a mere joke. It's already an embarrassment for you to fell for him, your contract husband—mocking yourself for making a bold statement when both of you officially married.

'i won't fall in love with you.'

And he replied.

'Same here.'

It's useless to think that he loves you even liking you in the first place. So stop hoping for the impossible. You reminded yourself again and again.

"Why you look sad?" He slurs between words.

"I'm not sad."

"You're sad, you always scrunch your nose when you're sad." He says softly. "Someone's messing with cha?"

you chuckled when he raised his fist. "My, what can a drunk man like you even do— NO, STOP IT!" You scrambled over him to prevent him forming his hollow purple, almost crashing your car to the road barrier if you don't react quick enough.

"Satoru!" You yelled at him.

"Sorry, meant to put red but i made purple instead..."

This is what they mean he's dangerous when he's drunk. You shivered.

"Tell me who's messing with my wife," He asked once more. Leaning even more to look at you with his annoyed but unfocused blue orbs.

He's so drunk. You thought. A devilish smile appeared on your face when you thinking about pranking him a bit.

"There's a man." He twitched, eyes boring into your side profiles as he's urging you to continue. "He annoyed me so much, constantly messing with my feelings and mind."

"What's his name?!"

"I don't know his name." You lied. "But i know how he looks."

"Tell me!"

"He's tall... so damn tall. He can't even go into the bedroom without hitting his head on the door frame." You chuckled when you're unconsciously reminiscing on the memory. "He has white hair and dazzling blue eyes. When he smiles to me, he looks so, so sweet."

Satoru pondered on your words for a moment. "Then?"

"I hate him, you know." You sighed. "He never failed to make my heart flutter with all the surprise and gifts he gave to me. And the small things he does too. Like linking his pinkie to mine when we're walking together, sniffing my hair when he stood behind me, and giving me his scarf or jacket when we're outside."

"Doesn't that mean you actually... like him?" He became scared when his brain finally understand the meaning of your words—yet. "You like another man?!"

You laughed, he's so cute even when he's being a fool like this. When you both arrived at the penthouse he bought for both of you to settle in, Satoru couldn't help himself but cling onto you more. His clothes is disheveled but he doesn't care about anything right now. His drunken state just multiply the storm inside his heart. His fingertips trembling, palms sweaty when he slightly pulling your jacket down. "Who is he? Do i know him?"

You dragged him along with you to enter the penthouse, loving every second of how horrified he looked. "Wife!" He whined. "Answer me!"

"Wait, let me take you to the bedroom first."

"Are you..." He paused. His quivering voice immediately caught your attention. "Are you divorcing me?"

Your eyes widen on the tears forming on his eyes. "What? No!"

"Then that man...!"

"Oh, Satoru." You cupped his face and he grabbed your hand while looking at you angrily. Betrayal is evident in his eyes.

He looks so stressed, frowning at you with a pout on his red lips because of the liquor he drank earlier. His clothes is a mess, one of his shoulders is peeking from the sleeve.

With him looking like this—drunk, messy, and completely in your mercy—it's hard for you to maintain your focus and your little prank on him.

"Am i... not enough?" He asked, now his face turned into a sad one, completely tugged on your heartstrings.

"No, no. You're enough. Always enough." You smiled and he sniffled.

"Really...?"

"Yeah, really." You hugged him and he hugged you back, your cheek is tingling on how hot his skin felt. "Sorry, i'm just messing with you earlier." You chuckled.

"So the man..." He began rumbling again.

"It's you, dumbass." You ruffled his white locks. "Always you."

You missed how his eyes now gleaming with hope, smile is threatening to take over his blushing face as he asked once again.

"Really?"

"Yes," You sighed. Feeling the weight in your heart disappeared a bit. You're not really worried about how it will turned out tomorrow, he will forget all of this when the morning comes anyway.

And you both back to square one again.

It's okay. You thought. Burying your face on the crook of his neck. At least i can be honest for today.

"...You." He whispered.

"Huh?" You raised your head to take a better look of him.

"I love you." He doesn't let you reply as he leaned and stole a kiss from you, so quick that you forgot how to breathe again.

"Satoru!" You protested but he sealed your words into a kiss again. Feverish and passionate, his hot lips making your head spin and both of you almost collapsed to the ground if you don't support yourself with the couch behind you.

"I love you, love you, so, so much." He mumbled in your lips and heart. "Please let me love you." He hugged your figure tighter, lips making silent promises on your skin.

Suddenly everything feels so surreal to you, him pushing you on the couch with his body hovered over you. His drunken chants of your name and confession felt too overwhelming for both of your ears and heart.

"Are you... being serious right now?" You asked.

"I never been this serious," He looked at you with dreamy eyes and smile. "Love you so much."

You pulled him into a kiss which he welcomed gladly. You don't care about tomorrow, even if he deny this next morning, and forgetting about the intense kisses you both shared.

You wanted to stay like this forever and make it a secret only for you to hold forever.

Satoru has a secret crush on you. He loves you, loves you very dearly but never able to get you.

But when he found himself curling on the couch with you sleeping on top of him. Hickeys and love bites on your skin—pieces of yesterday memory flooding inside his brain along with headache and nausea in his stomach, and everything becomes clear just like that.

He hummed lightly, pulling your body closer to his as he planted light featherly kisses on your head and finally declared his love for you.

"I love you so damn much."

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nocoffeeorbreakfast · 1 year

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You like it. Sure, you do...

#Almost 2k words?! Who tf am I? #piss kink #blood warning #CNC kink #public sex #exhibitionkink #coercion but reader is willing. #Degradtion

You consider yourself a reasonable girl. Fairly tame and pretty good. Never really doing anything out the way. Not a prude, but definitely tends to follow the rules of a lady. You've had sex, sure, but it was very much a "lights off, missionary" type of situation. That is, until Gojo Satoru...

That smooth talking, blue-eyed, white-haired, devil had you back at his place so fast, ready to throw all your morals away with such ease, you should have been ashamed. It had started at a bar. You had never seen anyone so beautiful in your life when he walked up and offered to buy you a drink. That drink turned into a few, which led to shots in his private booth. When his lips found your ear, you said the music was loud and that was the only way you could hear him. When his tongue tickled your neck, you giggled. When he hands found their way up your thighs, inside your skirt, and pushing your panties to the side, you knew you were in trouble. His long skilled fingers had you writhing in moments and morals be damned, you knew you'd give anything to fuck this man.

You like that, don't you? Sure, you do.

He whispered into your ear while you rode his fingers like Seabiscuit chasing an orgasm that just wouldn't come.

I stay close by. Want to get out of here?...

You're nodding so fast it's embarrassing, but god his fingers are doing a number on you. He tongues you so aggressively, your body is actively wilting when he pulls away. The way he smiles at you when he pulls your panties off and slides them into your mouth with the same two fingers that were just in your wanting pussy, is definitely a sin.

Keep your mouth shut or people will see...

He leads you out of the bar. When he pulls you in an alley you want to say no, but his fingers are back in you before you can protest. His body against yours, one hand covering your mouth, while the other finger fucks you senseless. You're mentally climbing the wall when suddenly his strong hands are lifting you up on his shoulders before your brain can catch up. The moment his tongue enters you all hope is lost. Your bundled up panties do absolutely nothing to muffle your screams as your hips buck into him with abandon while he viciously laps at you.

He slides you down the wall, takes your panties out your mouth and gives you your taste back to you. His hand gripping your ass while his fingers find your now dripping hole. Stirring the fire, not allowing the orgasm to end.

You really liked that didn't you? I know you did. I can taste it. I have friend with me. Wouldn't it be a hoot if he tasted it too?

"A friend?"

Yea, he's a kinda mean, but that's ok right?

He slides a third finger in you and grinds his body into you. You can feel his dick pressing into your belly button through his pants. He grabs a handful of your hair and tilts your lips to his. You lean into his body, desperate for more. You're coming all over his hands and clawing at him like a bitch in heat when the club door swings open.

Satoru, you asshole. Why the fuck would you leave me?! Oh... I see...

You lock eyes with another stupid beautiful man with long black hair. Your hand moves to push Gojo away, but he works into you faster. He leans his head down by your ear. His tongue runs up your neck and over your ear. His hand holding you on his fingers.

You like coming while he's watching you, don't you? Sure, you do.

Sure enough, your body betrays you and you're unabashedly biting into Gojo's shoulder and coming while this beautiful stranger watches you. He walks closer to you two, smiling, never taking his eyes off yours.

No wonder you left me. You found a little slut to play with.

His words feel like a slap, and you want to immediately object, but then again, he did catch you in a dark alley, one leg hiked up around Gojo, coming into his hand and panting while he watched. Gojo chuckles as he slides his fingers out of you. He winks at you as he licks his fingers.

Geto, I was just talking about you. Come over here, she's real fucking tasty.

The long-haired, beautiful man, Geto as Gojo called him, reaches out grabs between your thighs. He slides his fingers from your cunt to your clit quickly and roughly. He brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean.

Well, you're not wrong. She is pretty damn good. I could probably fuck her.

He said it so casual. He could PROBABLY fuck you. PROBABLY?! The fuck he means probably? What frustrated you the most is the fact that now you wanted him to WANT to fuck you. Gojo grinds up against you smiling.

You don't mind if he comes, yeah? He even said you taste good. You don't want to stop here, yeah? You want more, yeah? Sure, you do.

Your feet are following Gojo out the alley and down the street with little resistance. Geto walks a little ahead. He hasn't looked at you since his fingers taste tested your cunt like a common whore. Nevermind the fact he hadn't even spoke to you directly, but he knows what you taste like. You're just about to come to your senses and run away when you guys stop in front of a building. Geto turns to look at you, a smirk on his ridiculously beautiful face.

We're going to fuck you like the slut are. That's what you want, isn't it?

You stop dead in your tracks, mouth open wide. Gojo grabs the back of your head and slides his tongue in your mouth. You're embarrassed how hard your knees buckle. He pulls away and grabs your hand.

That's what you want, yeah? Sure, it is.

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You always considered yourself a pretty tame person. Nothing too wild or out of pocket when it came to sex... that is until you were split roasted between two beautiful men you just met in a club. Well one in a club... the other in a dark alley while the latter finger fucked you to oblivion. That one in question was currently looking down at you.

Geto had wasted no time popping his rather large cock down your throat as soon as you had walked in. Gojo had pulled your ass up and licked you from clit to tail and commenced to place his equally large dick inside your hungry, leaking hole. Geto held the sides of your head and fucked your mouth like he had a personal grudge against it. Tears streamed down your face, and you struggled to breathe through your nose in between each vicious thrust. Gojo held your hips firmly in place as he pounded into you from behind. His balls slapping against you and in tandem with his hips

Geto: She won't open her mouth enough. How's her cunt?

Gojo: Oh, it's real fucking open now. It was tight at first, but I fucked it real good.

Geto: Let me see. Let's switch

They both pull out of you and shuffle around. Geto sits on the couch and positions you on his lap, your back to his chest. He drops each of your legs over his thighs, spreading you wide. The tip of his dick tickles your lips, threatening to impale you at any moment.

Now let's see if I can get this hole to open up for me.

He slams you down, without any kind of warning filling you instantly. You realize very quickly that he is in fact bigger than Gojo, which is saying something. He's definitely thicker. You mouth opens in shock, but no sound comes out. Gojo takes this as an invitation and slides his dick in your mouth.

Well, don't mind if I do, since you asked so nicely. Geto, I think she just has a small mouth. That's not her fault. You just have to force it open a bit.

Gojo grabs the back of your head and pushes the full length of his dick down your throat and sits there. You look up him frantically.

That's all it is, yeah? Just gotta force it a bit right? Sure, it is.

Gojo doesn't pull out of your mouth. Instead, he holds himself in the back of your throat, making his dick jump in your tonsils.

Geto: Well at least her cunt is much more accommodating. It swallowed me whole.

Gojo: You have to be a little sweeter to her. Isn't that right? You like when I'm sweet to you, yeah? You like when I let you have all of this dick at once, yeah? Of course, you do.

Geto thrusts upwards, holding you firmly on his dick, and leans up to your ear. He bites it hard, and you cry out, but because of Gojo, it's just gurgled noises.

I don't need to be sweet to her. I think she likes being a fucking slut. Isn't that right, slut?

He pumps into you hard, sending waves through your body.

Sure, it is.

They both laugh as they work in and out of you. Slapping and wet sounds coming from both ends of you. Gojo wipes your tears and coos at you when they escape your eyes but doesn't stop his assault on your lips. Geto buries his girth in you and fucks you without mercy. Gojo slaps you.

Aht aht. No passing out. Keep those eyes open. I'm about to give you a treat. You want a treat yeah, for being such good girl, yeah? You'll take it all, yeah? Right down that pretty little throat, right?

Contradicting his sweet tone, Gojo aggressively thrusts into your mouth. His grip on the back of your head, holding you in place. Then thick, hot, come shoots down your throat. It fills your mouth, and comes out the corners of your mouth, and feels like it wants to come out your nose.

Oh, don't waste it. Keep it in your mouth love.

He slides his dick out of your mouth and forces his tongue in it. Come shoots out your nose. He licks his lips and smiles at you as he pulls away from you. As soon as his body moves away Geto lifts you up and turns you over and slams your face down in the couch.

Finally. Now, that he's out the way.

You feel warm liquid shooting over your back and ass. You look back to investigate, and Geto pisses on your face laughing.

Who needs a bathroom, when you have a slut? You like that shit don't you, slut?

Before you can answer, he slides his dick back in you. He digs his nails into your hips and fucks you relentlessly, your head slamming into the cushions. He yells and pulls out of you. He grabs a handful of hair, lifts you up, and forces his past your lips just as come erupts from the tip. The quick action bursts your lip, but he keeps pumping into you as ream after ream of come shoots down your throat. He pulls out and shoots the last bit over your face.

I guess you can open your mouth more, huh? Just need some force, huh?

He smirks as he lets go of your hair and walks away. Your body drops. Gojo grabs your face tenderly and licks your lips and cheeks.

That was fun, yeah? You wanna go again, yeah?

You look up at him. You face covered in come, tears, and blood. He smiles at you as he stands you up.

You like it, yeah? Sure, you do.

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