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Creampie | Eren Yeager X Fem Reader

Creampie | Eren Yeager x fem reader

synopsis: You and Eren have always been careful with protected sex until there’s no more and you want each other bad.

wc: 1.8k tags: 18+ ONLY content + explicit smut: minors and empty blogs DNI + not beta read + + preestablished relationship + Eren might be a little ooc? I don’t know I like writing him flirty + pet names + mentions of sex toys and condoms and birth control + handjob + mutual masturbation + consensual picture taking + fingering + unprotected sex + creampie + car sex + any missing tag lmk!

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“They make like ten different kinds and flavors,” Eren said grabbing the box of multi-condoms off the wall while whispering the last word with wide eyes. You couldn’t help but laugh at the way he scanned the section dedicated to safe sex.

“You’re supposed to use a condom even with oral sex too so that’s why they have flavors.”

Eren rolled his eyes putting the box back picking a new one out showing it to you. “Then what’s the point of a blowjob if I can’t feel your wet and warm mouth?” He asked and teased softy bopping your nose making you scrunch it up taking the package from his hand reading it.

“Well, when they’re married like us I highly doubt they do it, and women are supposed to use a dental dam when you go down on them.”

“Good thing you’re the only one sucking my dick and I’m going down on you, huh? I would hate not being able to taste that sweet-” You placed your hand over his mouth moving closer whipping your head side to side making sure no one was around.

You felt him chuckling as he stared at you licking your palm watching as you pulled away wiping his spit on his shirt.

“We’re in a sex shop sweetheart, if I say sweet pussy do you think they’re going to care? Behind me is nothing but a wall of fake dicks.” Eren said pointing his thumb behind him as he kept looking through the condoms laughing still as you elbowed him and rolled your eyes.

“I know, but still, I don’t want anyone to hear us, which box are you getting? We have to get on the road here soon if we want to make it to your parent’s house for the weekend.”

He put the box back and placed his hand on the small of your back walking towards the bondage section. “I have some in my car we can use, plus I highly doubt we’re going to get enough time alone anyway. My mom is all about you.”

Eren sighed and grabbed a box of silk tie-downs, you looked at him raising an eyebrow catching his attention. “It’s for me.” He teased grabbing a few more items before walking around with you, the longer you two spent in there the touchier he got, at first it was just light brushes but now his hand was full-on grabbing your ass and kissing your neck.

“This place is getting my horny, and while those pocket pussies might be nice it’s nothing compared to yours.” He whispered, his lips felt soft against your ear as he stood behind you in line.

You laughed covering your mouth turning around to kiss him holding the back of his neck pulling away patting his chest. “You’re always horny, and I’m serious you need a filter.” You teased letting him wrap his arms around you taking another step in line, quickly you both reached the checkout counter, paid for everything, and walked out hand in hand to his car.

He opened the door for you first then put the bags in the back before sliding in the driver’s seat reaching down to hold your hand, kissing each finger stopping at your ring twirling it around a few times before pulling out of the parking space.

“Still horny?” You asked leaning over pecking his lips letting your hand drift down to cup his bulge.

“Didn’t you say I’m always horny? Want to have a quickie before we leave town?” He asked turning his head to look at you once he reached a stoplight, on instinct your legs pressed together feeling the dull ache between your thighs, Eren took notice and smirked resting his hand on your knee as you nodded grabbing his wrist pulling him closer.

You shook your head and ran your fingers through his hair resting your hand on the back of his neck. “I can’t believe we stopped at a sex shop before we left, do you have the condoms?” You asked watching him pull away from the light driving around looking for somewhere private.

“Glovebox.”

Quickly you opened it seeing the box seeing it was already opened and empty. You furrowed your eyebrows and plucked it from between a stack of papers putting it in Eren’s lap as he pulled into an empty parking lot behind a building away from any possible prying eyes.

“What?” He asked grabbing it and attempting to dump the contents out. “Oh shit, we used them all last weekend on our picnic.”

You looked at him chewing on your bottom lip, you were on birth control but still wanted to be careful. “Just cum inside me, you’ve always talked about how hot you’d think it would be to do that.”

Eren whipped his head up to stare at you with wide eyes, his eyebrows shooting up almost to his hairline as he tossed the box behind him and grinned leaning over cupping both cheeks in his large hands. “Are you serious? We’ve been so careful-”

You cut him off slotting your mouth against his pressing your lips into his, needy and desperate, the earlier talk in the store and his touches left you yearning for more of his touches and dirty whispering, slowly you swung your leg over his straddling him, Eren moved his hands down to your hips holding them as he deepened the kiss stroking his tongue with yours.

“I’m very serious Ren, cum in me, please.” You whispered resting your forehead against his, his breath caught in his throat as he leaned his seat back bunching your dress up around your waist tracing the lacy hem of your panties hooking his finger in the band moving the fabric to the side.

He groaned dipping his fingers between your lips collecting your slick before bringing them up to your mouth smearing the essence. “Taste how sweet you are.” He whispered feeling his cock stiffen more as you whined softly holding his wrist pressing your cunt against him.

Eren watched you lick your lips shutting your eyes gripping his shirt tugging on it. “Enough teasing Eren, I thought this was supposed to be a quickie?” You whispered tugging his shirt up raking your nails over the taut skin watching his muscles ripple under your touch, his hand that wasn’t keeping your panties to the side snaked under your shirt to grope your breast.

“You love it when I tease though, now you don’t?” He asked moving his other hand back down to your panties spreading you open to get a look at the glossy skin, beads of arousal dripped down making a mess of your underwear, his thumb came up to caress your clit pressing in slightly rubbing every so slightly.

“Like that baby girl?” He whispered slowly sinking a finger in the plush of your cunt, the rough pad grazed your g-spot, you bucked your hips curling your fingers in his shirt pulling him closer to kiss him again parting the seam of his lips with your tongue sucking on his as you ground down on him.

Pleasure and heat bloomed in your lower belly as he added another digit working them in and out, the wet squelching of him fingering you resonated in the car along with your moans, you threw your head back and let go of his shirt planting your hand on the roof of the car while unbuckling his belt pulling it free. “Help me.” You whispered looking down at your hand trying to unbutton his jeans.

Eren quickly helped you pulling his zipper down then pushing away the rest of the fabric to reveal his cock that leaked with pre-cum, the pretty head swollen and flushed, you wrapped your fingers around the base stopping to collect the clear pearled cum that dripped down using it to jerk him off slowly, the both of you matched paces, he leaned back in kissing you trailing his hand up to hold the back of your neck tilting your head.

“Wanna cum in your pussy baby.” Eren moaned lost in the sensation of your warm cunt hugging his fingers, your grip tightened for a brief moment before pulling away licking away the evidence of his excitement before scooting back to his knees as he kept your panties to the side slowly pulling his fingers out to hold his shaft slapping the length of his dick against you with a smirk before swirling the bulbous head against your clit.

“Ren.” You moaned sitting up slightly feeling just the tip slide in past your slick entrance, he could feel you fluttering around him already before he could say anything you sat down fully taking him in all the way to the hilt.

Both of you gasped at the sensation, you of being so full, him of your cunt sucking him deeper as you held his shoulders grinding your hips down catching your clit on the swell of his pubic bone each time you rutted back and forth.

“Oh-shit-you feel so good sweetheart, I love the way your pussy just takes me in, I’m going to make a mess out of your cunt.” Eren grunted looking down and seeing a thin sheen of both of your arousals coating his dick, the sight made him throb inside you.

“Eren!” You moaned throwing your head back again while keeping your dress up going faster, your legs burned with keeping this position making you work harder for your orgasm.

“Time is ticking.” He whispered seeing the glow from the clock behind you.

You lifted your head up and looked at him furrowing your eyebrows wrapping your arms around his neck resting your forehead against his pecking his lips.

“Then shut up and cum in me.” You groaned lifting your hips up and then going down creating a perfect rhythm for the both of you, your climax came apart settling over you like the thin sheen of sweat that covered you and Eren.

Eren gripped your hands that fell down to his chest linking his fingers with yours thrusting up into you drawing out your orgasm, his was close behind without the thin barrier of the condom he couldn’t help himself, and the way you pulsed warm and tight around him, the way you moaned his name with your head thrown back in pure bliss was enough to push him over the edge.

His eyes fluttered shut as he squeezed your hand cumming in thick hot spurts that you could feel, you stilled and gasped looking at him, hair stuck to his forehead and his lips were swollen, and his chest was heaving as opened his eyes to kiss you again holding both of your cheeks.

“I think we should do this again.” He whispered helping you off his lap and into the passenger seat lifting your dress up while pulling his phone out taking a picture of his cum that dribbled out of your cunt smearing against your panties.

“Why did you take a picture?” You asked and laughed fixed your dress then his shirt.

“Keepsake is all, and for jerking myself off later when you’re not around.” Eren teased before buckling you up.

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I WANT TOJI TO GUIDE ME (like literally almost teach me) HOW TO GIVE HIM HEAD PLZZZZ

Ohhhh, I don't know how tf I'm gonna write this, but here we go!! Hope I did alright on this one hehehe~ *sweats nervously*

Cw: Toji x fem!reader - oral (m! receiving) - it starts off cute but gets dirty, so minors DNI - reader admiring Toji's dick lol - face+throat-fucking (Toji goes at a reasonable pace) - pet names (angel, baby, cutie, sweetie, mama) - heavily detailed descriptions of a blowjob - praise - Toji laughing at you asking him to help bc what are boyfriends for, but you get a laugh out of it too - some humor. Wc: 2.8k

I WANT TOJI TO GUIDE ME (like Literally Almost Teach Me) HOW TO GIVE HIM HEAD PLZZZZ
I WANT TOJI TO GUIDE ME (like Literally Almost Teach Me) HOW TO GIVE HIM HEAD PLZZZZ

"You okay, kid?"

"Hmm?"

"You look lost in thought about somethin'."

"I do?" He lifts a brow and nods at you. "Oh, it's nothing, Toji, honest." The man looks at you for a few seconds as if he doesn't believe your answer, yet he goes back to watching the television, and the big hand on your shoulder brings you closer to him.

It's a lazy Sunday afternoon, and you and Toji are watching your favorite sitcom on the couch in your living room. But the show wasn't capturing your attention like it usually does. Instead, your mind wandered to other matters. Other...explicit matters.

How explicit? The two of you have been together for a long while now, and you can honestly say things have been going great. For him to be your first serious relationship — plus him being older and more mature than you — it's nice to know that things have been going way smoother than you'd thought in the beginning.

Although things may seem fine, something has been clouding your head recently. This is where explicit matters come into the conversation.

Through all this time together, it just occurred to you that you haven't given Toji head. Scratch that: you've NEVER given a blowjob, period.

It's always been the other way around. Not that you're complaining, because your boyfriend seems to enjoy eating you out. And he's actually good at it! Like, really good at it. Just reminiscing all the moments he's had you turn into jelly with just his scarred lips and relentless tongue is enough to make you go dizzy.

It's a pleasure how attentive he is to you during sex. And you appreciate that he cares for you in that regard...yet you can't help but feel like you're not a good partner in bed with your lack of reciprocity.

And it's not like you don't want to give him head. Because trust, you would've done so already! The real problem is that...you don't know how.

You've watched videos and read articles on how to do it, even practicing on a banana (per your friend's advice). Nevertheless, whenever you wish to initiate; or the opportunity arises, you just freeze on the spot and force yourself to forget about it. It's as if researching and amping yourself up is way easier than the execution.

Though, you can't just let your man be the only person doing the work — sex is supposed to be enjoyable for both parties, damn it! And you're gonna push yourself to have his dick in your mouth one way or the fucking other! But......where the hell do I start!!??

You release a defeated sigh, bringing your hand up to massage your forehead from the endless banter in your brain. And Toji watches you from his peripheral, his brows drawing downward at your display of frustration. "Alright," his gruff voice snaps you back to him as he lowers the TV volume. "What's goin' on in your lil' head, baby?"

You blink at his question. "Hmm? What do you—"

"Aht aht, don't do that with me." His jade eyes harden, and you hold back from finishing whatever you were going to say. "Somethin's wrong, so tell me. I'm over here watchin' this stupid show that you dragged me on to, and you're not even paying attention."

"Hey! It is not stupid," you counterargue, and use his comment to dissuade him from the topic. "You were very invested last week when my favorite character punched the guy she likes for stabbing her in the back! So who are you to—"

"Y/n." It didn't work. Your name was thrown at you with such seriousness that there was no use in trying to distract him. "Tell me what's goin' on. If somethin' is bothering you, don't be scared to come to me about it." He says it sternly, yet he's still gentle with his delivery.

"Toji..." You can only call him by name before he leans forward to kiss your forehead, and it almost melts all your worries away.

"Tell me."

The two of you look at each other for mere seconds, you searching for any sign of uncertainty before confessing your thoughts to him. You sigh once more and lean onto Toji, his hand rubbing on your shoulder — a silent gesture of him giving you all the time you need before confiding with him.

You told him, "Don't laugh, okay?"

He scoffs. "Can't make promises I can't keep, kid." His smile manifests when you shake your head at his shenanigans. "I won't laugh, angel."

When he uses the pet name on you, it seals the deal. It's now or never.

"I was just thinking that...I might need your help with something."

A brow is lifted. "With what?"

"Umm, it's..." Your fingers find each other to fiddle with to keep you busy from the awkward tension. "It's for......y-you know—"

"I don't know."

"I-ahem-I want," you can only gulp to ease the uncomfortable bob in your throat. ".........Iwannagiveyouablowjob."

No words. No movements. Nothing. Only the noise from the TV gives a sense of life to the silence following your confession. Even the big hand on your shoulder chose to remain completely still. And you can feel the slight quiver of your lips start to come to fruition.

Nothing happens until you feel a jolt on the shoulder you're resting on. Your face blooms hot, and your lips can't fight the uncomfortable twinge. Oh, this motherfucker is about to laugh.

"Is...Is that—ahem," A tiny gust of wind exits through his nostrils, trying to extinguish the beginning of a chortle. "Is that what was botherin' you this entire time?"

Now your ears get hot, and all you can think about is how you'll dig a nice big hole for yourself to crawl in later. God, why me??!

"W-Well, I mean, I notice how you're always doing it on me," another jolt from the older man. "And...I just feel like I'm not doing my part." He lifts his hand from your shoulder and rests it on his face. Fits of chuckles silently enter the air. "But I don't know how to....do that kinda stuff. So, I was just wondering—" He starts smacking his thigh, and with the twitch of your eyebrow, you've had enough. "Toji, I swear to Christ, if you don't fucking stop—"

And with that, the floodgates opened. The laughs he was doing a terrible job suppressing wheezed out, his hand covering his eyes while the shit-eating grin was present with laughter seeping out his system. You cover your face with your hands, shielding away from the embarrassment and not letting him hear giggles of your own.

"Oh shit, c'mere ya damn cutie." Toji pulls you in with both arms, caging you so he can place a kiss on your temple. "Pfft, kid, I'm not laughing at you. But goddamn, you looked so fuckin' stressed fr' no reason."

"But it is a reason!" You chuckle under your hands, only prompting your boyfriend to laugh harder. Once he calms down, you explain yourself further. "Toji, I'm serious. We've been together for this long, and it's always been me getting eaten out. I just think it's unfair that I get to feel good and you don't, ya know?"

He snickers. "I'm always feelin' good when I fuck the shit out of you."

"You KNOW that's not the same thing!!" Toji barks a laugh from you yelling at him, and you can't take this anymore. Removing yourself from him, you get up from the couch before you sink further into the internal pool of regret. "Just forget it. This conversation never happened...I'll just go to sleep." And hopefully, die of suffocation from my pillow.

However, before you could step toward your bedroom, Toji quickly caught your wrist. You reluctantly turn to see him looking at you with a playful smirk and soft hooded emerald eyes. "Not so fast there, sweetie." His hand slides down to fully grasp your hand, engulfing it with his size. "Ya know, you're a real cutie when worryin' about me. But don't go thinking you're not making me feel good, because you do with what you got. I woulda found someone else if you didn't." You briefly glare at him, though you know he has a point.

"Yeah, I know. But I want to do more. You always take good care of me, so...I wanna do the same for you." And Toji knows you're serious about this. It doesn't matter if you can't look directly at him because of your bashfulness; your words are sincere. God, you looked so cute it drove him crazy.

He sighs quietly with a smirk, his thumb making circles on the back of your palm. "Well, if you're really sure about putting y'r mouth on my dick," and before you could fully process his words, the older man spreads his legs for your eyes to observe. And the first thing that corrupts your vision is the outline of his erect cock, the tent prominent through his dark sweatpants. "Looks like ya got yourself a lesson. Up for it?"

You gawk at his erection for three extra seconds before you look at your boyfriend and give him a nod for confirmation. Seems like your plans of suffocation and dying in a hole have been postponed to another day.

Toji grins hard, his teeth peeking through under his scar, and then he points to the floor with his chin. As instructed, you kneel between his legs.

He pulls down the waistband of his sweatpants, freeing his cock from the clothed prison for you. And you're in awe with the sight before you. Of course, you've known his girth to be immense. You've had the damn thing inside you, for God's sake. But now, seeing his length so close, it's hard to believe you had him before. You can take note of every dent and vein of his shaft, how they structure all the way down to the base, and the pinkish-red color of the tip. It all overwhelms you and makes you second-guess what you're about to do...and the throbbing sensation down south flourishes.

"Like what ya see down there, angel?" The heat on your face worsens when you glance up and see Toji sneering down at you, and a hand comes down to massage your cheeks. "Try lickin' it first."

You gulp before following his suggestion, opening your mouth for your tongue to flick on the frenulum of his cock. You can hear him moan from the action, so you proceed and lap around the head of his cock until you feel adventurous enough to take his glans in your mouth. Toji groans from the wet walls of your mouth, and your teeth brushing against his glans makes his body jerk. "Hmmm, be careful with y'r teeth, baby. Relax that jaw and puff those cheeks a bit fr' me."

His comments are taken wholeheartedly, making sure everything goes right for him. Your cheeks go hollow for you to suck his cockhead and take in a few more of his length, his hums of pleasure egging you on. It goes well until the tip hits your uvula, resulting in your gag reflex. And Toji is quick to gently pull you from him, your saliva coating his dick.

"Woah there, sweetie. Don't forget to breathe." He coaxes while you cough. Your eyes start to water as you gasp for air to even your breathing. "We can stop now, don't want you chokin' on— Aisssh!!."

He's unable to finish his sentence when your hand strokes his cock, paired with kisses to the underside of his shaft. "No, I can keep going." You look at him with half-lidded eyes, having the man twinge his lips upward.

"Alright, then we're gonna go slow, okay? No rush." He aligns his cock to your lips, waiting for re-entry. "I'll push, and you breathe."

You give him a nod to signal you're ready, and your mouth agape to take in his returning limb. Toji brings your head in while you remind yourself to breathe, but your body jolts when you feel the tip come almost close to your uvula again. "Relax, mama, relax. Keep taking deep breaths fr' me." He coos at you, and you do as he says. Breathe in, breathe out. Once you slowly move, Toji aids you by gently pushing the back of your head toward him. And a wave of astonishment and relief hits you when you manage to have his dick hit the back of your throat.

"There ya go, cutie." He smirks at you, aware of your tiny display of giddiness. "Now, try goin' at your own pace."

With a few bobs up and down, slowly but surely, you get used to having Toji's cock in your oral cavity, going at your own tempo and enjoying yourself with this. Your movements are filled with confidence, and you whimper every time you try to go as far as you can but not too crazy.

And Toji loves every second of it. Your moans vibrate the walls around his cock, and it turns him on even more when he peers down to see you suck on him so deliciously. Spit covers your lips the more you take him in your mouth, and he groans when he feels your hands stroking him and kneading his balls (something you've learned to do from the articles you've read). "So good...Hmmph! So fucking good..." It's been a long time since Toji's been given a blowjob, and it feels so good to have you — his sweet thing — do it for him.

But then a thought pops into his mind, and the pleasure in his body churns into a different path of want and need. "Sweetie." Your eyes flutter up at him when he calls you, stopping midway through. "Wanna go a lil' further than this?" It takes a moment for you to register, but you give a curt nod with a hum on his dick, which he can only assume is a "yes."

"I'm gonna stand up, okay? So keep taking deep breaths and follow my lead." You don't answer, only gaze at him as you mentally prepare yourself. Toji rests a hand at the rear of your head as he gets up from the couch, keeping you still on his cock in hopes you don't choke. Now he's standing upright, and his sweatpants slide down to his sturdy thighs. He places both his hands on each side of your head. "I'm gonna start moving slowly, 'kay baby?"

And so he does, unhurriedly pushing his shaft into you, and your hands find purchase on his thighs as he does so. His dick that once stopped at the back of your throat eventually finds its way deeper within, and you're senses are clouded with his smell when your nose and mouth meet his pelvis. It all feels so overwhelming that tears start to form.

Toji lets you adjust to all of him for a while, grinding his hips on your lips to fully accommodate his whole girth, prompting more muffled mewls from you. He ruts his hips at your face when he notes your steady breathing. Gradually, every inch of his cock sinks into your mouth. Your head starts to pound as you enter a haze.

The pace of his thrusts eventually goes faster and faster by the minute, and the tears finally come down with every jab to your throat. Saliva runs down your chin with the smack of his balls, the head bullying your insides with the erratic rhythm. Your nails form scratch marks on his thighs from all the stimulation you're going through, but you'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn't feel so fucking good. Having your boyfriend's pelvis smack on your face on par with the sounds of you sucking him off felt like fire to your eardrums. So hot but so electrifying the more you indulge yourself.

As for the older man fucking the hell out of your face? Oh, how he missed this. It's been so long since he stuck his dick on such a pretty mouth. And your throat's tight, velvety walls have him rutting for more. He knew this would make his thirst return, and now he was sure an addiction would form from this. But right now, he can feel the surge of his orgasm arise, and his brows crease with a guttural groan as he thrusts into your face with harsh motions.

"Shit, ahhhhh shit, shit," It's so close, almost there. "Gonna cum, mama, gonna—Mmmm! Haaah, oh fuck, oh fuckin' Christ!" Through his moans of pleasure, Toji releases his load down your throat. And you're in no other position than to just take it, whimpering blissfully onto his length as he gives you a few more ruts to your face.

When he's done experiencing his ecstatic high, the older man withdraws himself from you. Your throat and mouth become empty except for his essence that you swallow. Strands of spit and come connect your wet face to him for a crude yet intimate moment before they break out.

He pulls up his sweatpants and drops down to wipe your pretty face with his hand. "So? Was I a good teacher?"


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1 year ago

continuing from this

“mama, mama! daddy mean again!” your son whines, calling you over. a little huff flees your lips, you dry your hands on the towel and leave the kitchen.

“katsuki.” you sternly voice. “told you that he’s only 2 years old.”

“oh come on sweets, I’m only trying to toughen him up a little bit”

he lightly chuckles, walking over to kiss you on the lips, suddenly getting shoved out of the way by his own son.

“mama mine! daddy no touch” he stomps his feet, the same exact way katsuki used to back in your high school days, you can’t help but laugh.

like father like son.

your husband mirrors him, crossing his own arms “really? you wanna go there with me, little man? ya got 5 seconds to run.”

as katsuki counts down, he immediately runs into hiding, letting out squeals at the way his father tickles him.

you’re watching with an amused expression and shake your head, trudging back over to the kitchen.

this was a normal day in the bakugou household.


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1 year ago

No because Bakugou is literally the type to fuck you at a faster pace when you tell him that its too much and to slow down while hes overstimulating you, his grip tightens around your hips "Nah dont tell me to slow down your the one that was running your fucking mouth so much earlier so your going to fucking shut up and take my cock" as he starts fucking you faster and pounding even deeper into your tight little abused cunt.


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1 year ago

𝑰 𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒓, 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑻𝒐𝒐

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𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒖 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖

𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒉 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒅. 𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐. 𝒀𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐.

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝑫𝒐𝒎 𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐, 𝑺𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝑺𝒖𝒃 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐, 𝑽𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒎, 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆, 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒄 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐, 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒖, 𝒎𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒏 𝒂𝒖, 𝒍𝒈𝒃𝒕𝒒 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒙, 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒙, 𝒗𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒗𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒙, 𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒙, 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑰 𝑫𝑰𝑫 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑬𝑫𝑰𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝒀 𝑺𝑶 𝑩𝑬𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑹𝑹𝑶𝑹𝑺.

𝑨/𝑵: 𝑯𝒆𝒚 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒖 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔. 𝑬𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒘. 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚. ( 𝑺𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍, 𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝑨𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍)

𝑾𝑪: 7.7𝒌 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔

𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐'𝒔 𝑯𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑳𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆✯

𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚❤︎

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“Babe, what are your thoughts on Satoru,” you remembered your “boyfriend” asking a few weeks ago as he sat beside you inside the library. 

Well he wasn’t technically your boyfriend. But he was. If you understand what I mean. 

“He's pretty,” you replied. 

“That’s all?” he asked with his brow raised. 

“Am I supposed to say something else? Why are you asking?” you asked out of curiosity with your eyebrow raised. 

“I just wanted to know what you thought about my best friend, that's all,” he said as he removed himself from beside you and went about his business. 

“Weird,” you thought as you proceeded to read over your economics notes. For the rest of the day you wondered why he asked you that question all of a sudden. But you never really confronted him about it. And he didn't either. Not until two weeks ago, when he had you panting below while his thick cock slided delectably in and out of your delicious cunt.

“Su, I think I’m about to cum,” you remembered screaming as you desperately cling to his shoulders for support. He chuckled softly in your ear and picked up a bit more speed. And it wasn’t long after, your pussy began to gush liquid around his cock while he pumped you full with his seed. 

You both were gasping heavily when he fell over you. After a brief period of stillness, he then questioned.

“Babe? What are your thoughts about Satoru?”

You rolled your eyes and said, "You're seriously asking me about another man while you're still balls deep inside of me?"

“Just answer the question, Y/N,” he advised.

You couldn't recall what you said in answer to his query. But you undoubtedly recall what he said to you later.

“Satoru, he likes you. I mean he admires you very much.”

“Yeah, and what does that have to do with me?” you asked. “I can’t stop him from admiring me.”

He slowly moved away from you and let out a sigh as he lay down next to you. "Would you have sex with him"

After he asked you the question, there was a protracted pause. Then all of a sudden, you start giggling. You looked at him and said, "You're kidding right?" He conveyed seriousness with the expression on his face.

You questioned yourself at that point if messing around with Geto Suguru was ever a wise idea. It was quite clear that you two weren't dating. But he still called you girlfriend despite that. It also very certainly didn't stop you from referring to him as your boyfriend.

At this point, it was unclear why you two were having the relationship. Furthermore, none of you cared to make the relationship official, which added to its already peculiar and confusing nature.

Why? That is a question that neither you nor him can respond to. And if either of you tried to respond to the query, you both would have said, "It's complicated." Boyfriend by Ariana Grande ft. Social House is the ideal song to describe your confusing relationship with Geto. 

Leave all that babbling alone. You had assumed that, regardless of the condition of your relationship, he would respect you enough to refrain from asking you a question like that. That evening, when you yelled at him and called him a cunt and he called you a bitch. Without saying anything further to him, you walked out of his room.

Since then, days have gone without either of you making an effort to apologise. You had hoped he would call and apologise to you, after all. Or maybe told you the reason he inquired about whether you would have had sex with his friend.

He didn't, though. You weren't texted or called by him. On campus, he would pass you while just acting unaware of your presence. And despite how much it hurt, you followed suit.

One of the biggest reasons you weren't together was probably this small-minded nonsense.

Yes, the relationship that you are in is a really complicated relationship.

You almost gave up one. You almost sai fuck whatever this relationship was until today. 

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He invited you to stop by his room tonight when he called you today outside of your class. You jumped at the chance to accept his invitation. You were somewhat eager as you made your way over to the frat house as night soon approached. If you're being completely honest with yourself, all you actually expected was an apology followed by some make-up sex.

You wouldn't mind if he skipped the apologies and went right to sex, to be honest. To your astonishment, though, you discovered his best friend sitting at the edge of the bed with a lollipop when you went into his room.

You turned around and walked straight out of his room while screaming, "What the fuck Suguru!" At that moment, you were beyond enraged. But Geto couldn't give a damn. He quickly grabbed your hand as you exited the frat house.

As he pulled you in his direction, he said, "Where the fuck do you think you going?"

You tried to draw away from him, "Home of course, I don't have time for your foolishness."

"What nonsense?" he demanded.

“Whatever you had prepared inside the room, I'm sure. It's unbelievable that you invited me over and when I got there, Gojo was in the bedroom.” You shouted, "You show absolutely no regard for me," and he hissed.

"You're constantly complaining and acting like a bitch. You react excessively to even the smallest of things,” he remarked as he tightened his hold on your arm. “Just shut the fuck up and let’s go inside.” 

As he continued to pull you inside the house, you took that as an opportunity to argue with him. And it was so funny that he was arguing back. And whenever you threw a nasty insult his way, he wasn’t afraid to throw one right back at you. 

It was fun while it lasted, but enough was enough. He was sort of getting tired of you talking to him like that. When he finally got to his side of the frat house, he lifted you in his arms and took you inside the room. He tossed you on the bed and quickly hovered over you while whispering, “Shut the fuck up, you’re overrreacting for nothing.”

After saying that, he smashed his lips against yours and moulded them together. He wasted no time in sticking his tongue deep inside your mouth to probe every crevice. As your hands made their way gently up his back and got tangled in his hair, you moaned against his lips. Smoke and coffee lingered on his lips, giving out a taste that you could taste. Well, not in the day or at night, but most of the time he tasted bitter and had always had a bitter taste on his lips.

You pressed your lips to his, and he laughed as you said, "I fucking hate you."

He felt you lift your hips to grind on his already-semi-hardened cock and said, "If you hate me so much, then stop attempting to rub your pussy on my cock." He withdrew from your lips and clamped his lips against your jaw, sucking on the tender flesh and leaving tiny marks there.

You were so engrossed in your personal enjoyment you were unaware that Gojo was around to observe the unhealthy interaction between you and Geto. He observed Geto kissing your neck and the valley of your breast as he was doing it. And just as Geto was going to suck on your nipple, Gojo mumbled his name.

You exhaled heavily and swiftly pushed Geto aside. You hurriedly sat up on the bed and straightened your attire. You apologised as you got out of bed, only to have Geto pull you back onto the bed.

He kissed you on the cheek and said, "Where do you think you're going?"

You said, "Home," as if it weren't so apparent already. "I'll return when he leaves so we can talk then," you said.

Geto shoved you onto the bed and hovered gently over you, saying, "No, stay."

“Sugu, you idiot, we can't do this in front of your friend,” you said as he tried to kiss you on the neck.

“He won't care. Right, Toru?” You both turned to face Gojo, who was giddy with blush.

He softly retorted, "N-No, I won't mind," and he averted his gaze from the two of you.

You watched Gojo's cheeks burning even fiercely as Geto praised him, "Good boy." Although you have seen him around campus flirting with a few girls, you have never seen him blush. Geto shifted your attention to him and said, "You see baby." He then slowly started to pull it up over your head and as you were going to object your shirt was on the floor. You snarled as the cool air in his bedroom brushed against your nipples. “He actually here to watch us have sex. I’ll probably even share you with him.” 

You gasped when you felt him sucking on the skin between your boobs after he buried his face there. "This wasn't something I agreed on."

He continued to make more love bites on your flesh while muttering, "Of course you did. Not in words, but I can tell how you feel about him. I am familiar enough with you to know how eager you are to sleep with him.”

You have no idea how he arrived at that decision. However, you weren't going to downplay your desire to sleep with Gojo. Considering that you really did. You were curious as to whether Mr. Popular would live up to his on-campus reputation.

There is more to Gojo than just looks. Hopefully he'll be able to give you what you want because he has it.

And it's likely for that reason that you were lying on the bed watching Gojo as Geto played with your breast. Geto chuckled as he took his hands from your breast to remove the rest of your clothing.

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Geto rubbed his finger over the damp seat of your underwear and murmured, "You're such a fucking slut. What an absolute shame."  You didn't speak; all you did was whimper into his neck's crook. He gave you a nipple pinch and a kiss on the forehead while chuckling. Geto told you to "Sit up," and you followed his instructions correctly.

And Gojo observed that as his best friend—possibly someone he had a flutter of interest in—moved to take a seat behind the girl he was also drawn to. He watched as you splayed your legs over Geto's legs and laid your back on him, exposing yourself to Gojo's sparkling blue eyes.

While he wanted he could step in for Geto, he was aware that it was impossible. Geto is completely in love with you, despite his desire to deny it, and he would crush anyone who even attempted to gaze your way. Gojo occasionally questions why he is permitted to get away with ogling you. And it's even more unexpected that Geto enquired about his feelings for you. Geto's revelation that he could have sex with you startled him even more. It was weird, but it is a query for a different day.

You murmured so sweetly, "Fuck." Your voice seemed to him like the music of an angel. He also moaned as he saw Geto's hand slink into your underwear and stroke your tiny clit in a series of tiny circles.

"Are you finding this enjoyable?" Geto spoke softly in your ear. “You must adore Gojo's observation of you, huh?”

“Yes,” you murmured, looking over at Gojo, who swiftly averted his head away from you.

Geto laughed as he yanked your underwear off and swiftly dragged your pants down your legs. Geto threw your pants on Gojo and murmured, "Spread your legs a little wider. Show him how much you love this.”

You spread your legs a little wider and hummed, while shaking your head. Gojo hasn't turned to face you yet. You wished for him to notice you, to watch as Geto amuses your small pussy.

“Satoru…” You groaned as Geto started rubbing your glistening fold slowly. You begged, "Look at me.” Once more, the sound of your lovely voice wailing out Gojo's name burnt Gojo's cheeks. "Satoru, Please. Look at me.”

Geto mocked the guy with white hair, "Come on Toru, don't be shy." Gojo gently turned to face you while taking a deep breath. By the Gods, he too got the impression that his soul had departed his body. There you were, sprawled out on the bed, exposing your attractive, glistening pussy to his gaze. As Gojo gazed admiringly at your naked body, Geto remarked, "She's fucking precious to me, Toru."

Gojo moaned beneath his breath, "Ugh." He watched as Geto's finger separated your folds and slowly slid a finger inside your pussy as his cock was strained painfully inside his sweatpants.

Geto slowly stroked his finger within your squelching pussy and questioned, "Is this what you think of whenever I find you glancing at her?" Slowly, as you inhaled shallowly through your parted lips. “Do you think of my girlfriend's pussy? Isn't it pretty?

Gojo licked his lips as he observed Geto slowly dragging his fingers in and out of your wet pussy. Gojo shook his head yes and replied, "Yes." 

You pleaded with Geto to insert another finger into you, saying, "More, please give me more." As he inserted another finger inside of you, Geto grinned. He started to thrust much more quickly into your little hole. Geto complained about how your walls cradled his large fingers so closely. As he pushed them deeper inside of you, your pussy clenched hard around and down on his fingers. Your level of pleasure also increased as it flooded your body. 

Gojo watched your body trembling and fluttering eyes as you groaned the name Geto and other gibberish. Gojo complained that his sweatpants were getting too tight. His cock began to twitch violently in need at the sight of his best friend grabbing your small pussy. His entire body was burning, and he felt hot. He touched the pace next to him and mused, "Lollipop." Sadly, only the stick remained of his lollipop, leaving him in dismay.

Shit, he needed something to distract him from thinking about his own cock so that he could concentrate on you.

Once Geto realised this, he started to chuckle as he watched Gojo's firmly grasped hold on the bed sheets. This pushed him to finger you more quickly and forcefully. For himself and his companion, he wanted you to cum hard.

"I'm close... Fuck, Suguru," you cried, throwing your head back against his shoulders and lifting your hips, allowing his finger to penetrate your body even more deeply. When Geto placed his fingers inside your pussy to rub the nice, spongy part inside your pussy, you screamed, "Fuck, don't stop stroking there."

You snapped your eyes open to glance at Gojo after raising your head from Geto's shoulder. Satoru, I'm going to cum for you. He'll never forget how lovely you seemed with your mouth open, holy sh*t. As Geto fingers you closer to your climax, you try to keep your eyes open. "Fuck Sa-Satoru," You yelled, "I'm coming.” Your stomach was now rapidly heating up in preparation for your release.

Gojo could be seen gulping as he saw your thighs shaking against Geto's legs as he continued to push his fingers far inside of you till you firmly encircled them. As he fingered you throughout your climax, Geto grinned. Gojo watched as Geto withdrew his fingers out of your pussy and thought, "Fuck."

Gojo licked his lips and watched as Geto slowly sucked his fingers, his fingers slippery from the juice of your love. While enjoying the flavour of your pussy juice, he hummed. Unless Gojo was present. You'd probably be riding his face right now. To taste you once again, he watched. Geto slapped your tingling pussy while uttering the phrase "She taste so fucking wonderful.  Come on and taste it."

Geto remained silent as he observed Gojo swiftly pull his shirt over his head. Once again grinning, Geto placed his hands beneath your knees so that Gojo would have more room.

"A taste?" Gojo asked hesitantly as he approached you cautiously. You used that opportunity to gaze at his body while he continued. And by God, he was handsome. Although he lacked Suguru's muscularity, he still had some muscle on his pecs and arms. His abs were a little faint, but they were there. Several attractive body moles on his tummy and chest. And that V-line. 

"Come on, devour what you want. Geto once more smacked you on the pussy and stated, "This might be the only opportunity you get to see her like this."  You groaned from the painful contact as your body jumped a little. Geto slapping your pussy is something you sort of enjoy.

Gojo positioned himself between your thighs and buried his face into your cunt, requiring no further explanation. When he kissed your pouty lips and then gently took your clit in his mouth to give it a slow, hard sucking, you let out a gentle sigh. You muttered, "Satoru," as you stared down at him and watched him slide his tongue up and down between your pussy folds.

Your hips bucked up against Gojo's face and Geto murmured and grasped your breast from behind. He said, "Stay still and let him devour you like a good boy." You shook your head against his shoulder as you watched Gojo eat you as if your pussy were his last meal.

You groan and take hold of his hair as soon as you feel him latch his tongue onto your cunt like a starving man. "Fuck, Satoru," you moaned as he played with your small clit in his mouth and sucked on your cunt.

He gently murmured into your pussy, reaching up to get hold of your hips as he drew you up to his face. As he moved out to bury his face in your cunt, his nose brushed against your clit. He took one of his hands off of your hips and parted your slippery pussy fold with it. He then licked in between the caverns before sticking his tongue into your fist-clenching hole.

You keep repeating his name, "Toru," as his mouth induces another orgasm in you.

Geto whispered in your ear, "Look at you. Having my best friend suck your pretty little pussy. How sickeningly filthy." You made an attempt to talk, but all that came out were babblings and jumbled words. Your stomach started to burn up once more.

You gulped as your body started to tremble as your second orgasm swept over you, "Cum... I want to." To stop the groan from escaping your lips, you bit hard into your bottom lips. Gojo almost swallowed your pussy juice.

He sat up on his heels, licking his lips and hummed, "Mhm."

“She tastes amazing right?” Geto asked and Gojo shook his head yes. “Good boy. How about you sweet girl, you enjoyed that didn’t you?” 

“Yes,” you answered as you leaned your head back and pucker your lips. 

Geto smiled and kissed your lips then he whispered. “It’s your time to suck on my cock. Let him see how much a nasty slut you are.” He then hurriedly got rid of his sweatpants. You licked your lips as you levelled your head with his crotch. Your tongue was slightly poking out of your mouth as you pulled his underpants down his legs and allowed his cock to sprung free. 

His cock was so thick and long, it slapped you against your cheek the moment you set his cock free. “Fuck,” Gojo moaned as he stared at his friend cock in awe. 

“Toru,” Geto said, having caught Gojo looking at his cock. And Gojo couldn’t help but blush, but this time he didn’t turn his face away. “Y/N, I want to arch your back nicely for Toru, ok. Put your messy pussy on display for Toru to see.”

And you did exactly that. 

You hummed as you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock and you slowly began to stroke his cock then you took him inside your mouth. You looked up at him and watched him rest his hand in your hair to keep your head in place. 

You gently suctioned the tip of his cock before removing him from your mouth. You grinned up at Geto before looking back at Gojo, who was staring at your pussy. In order to offer him a better view of your glistening pussy, you arched your back even further.

However, Gojo wasn't interested in that. He was more interested in watching as your tiny hands encircled his friend's long and girthy cock. When you kissed the tip of Geto's cock, he swallowed deeply. Just as you were slowly sucking him into your mouth, your luscious tongue began to twirl around the tip of his cock.

When you began to cock around Geto's cock while attempting to swallow his cock whole, Gojo's hand clutched his sweatpants. With your mouth wrapped around his cock and your nose resting on his pelvis, you are ridiculously seductive.

But Gojo saw something that was far more seductive. It was seeing his best friend hold your hair firmly while he moaned over you, his head flung back. Gojo moistened his lips as his hand inched hesitantly deeper into his sweatpants to rub his stiff cock. 

“Fuck,” Geto whispered as he combed his fingers through his hair before lifting his head up to look at Satoru. And though Geto felt as if he were about to fall apart from so much pleasure. He couldn’t help but admire Satoru pathetically palming himself while he watched as you sucked him off. He watched as Gojo slightly parted his lips to stick his tongue out as he watched you hollow your cheeks to take more of Geto’s cock. 

Does he want to? Geto paused as he started to carefully remove his cock from your lips. When Gojo noticed this, he hurriedly glanced up to see Geto looking down at him. Gojo instantly removed his hand from his sweats, and for the third or fourth time, he may have done so, he turned his head aside to cover his flushed cheeks.

Geto pulled you up on your knees and gave you a chaste kiss, "Baby, sit for a moment. Toru?”

He murmured faintly, "Hm?"

Geto called out, "Come here." You observed Gojo slowly turn around and turn his beautiful blue eyes at Geto. Gojo gasped as he carefully crept over to Geto, and as soon as he was in front of him, Geto's hand slipped into his sweatpants and settled on the back of his head.

You gasped and so did Gojo as you saw your boyfriend touch his best friend's cock. Gojo groaned and put his head on Geto's shoulder, saying, "Su."

“I thought you only had eyes for my girlfriend,” Geto chuckled as he muttered. “But perhaps I was mistaken.”

"I don't… Gojo struggled to control the need to thrust himself into Geto's hands and stumbled, "I don't know wh-what you me-mean."

Geto gently lifted Gojo's head from his shoulder and said, "Oh, but you do." And before you knew it, Gojo was being kissed by him. Your pussy is now undoubtedly wet, if it wasn't before.

You never would have guessed that your lover had a thing for males. You were aware that Geto wasn't homophobic. He knows that you will have sex with Shoko to spite him anytime you are angry although he doesn't care whether you do it or not. He actually thought that was pretty hot. 

But to imagine that he would like men. God.

To think that he would have a thing for Gojo? Unfuckingbelievable. 

You observed Gojo struggling to match Geto's ravenous lips. He had to hold on to Geto's shoulder when his knees began to wobble in order to prevent himself from falling. For him, it was too intense. He had trouble breathing. He was writhing and groaning against Geto's lips, and the long-haired man had the gall to sneer against Gojo's lips as he continued to make Gojo weak at the knees.

Finally Geto pulled away from Gojo’s lips to all the flustered boy a bit of room to breathe. You can only image how stunning Gojo would be when he's engaging in sex if he appeared this stunning while acting embarrassed after kissing.

“You had your eyes on me too,” Geto muttered as he looked into Gojo's lust-filled, half-lidded eyes. Gojo wanted to respond, but he was aware that lying to Geto now would not help. "You have a thing for my girlfriend and I. You're such a rapacious boy.”

Geto then turned to face you and kissed you firmly before backing away.

"You're not uncomfortable, are you?" When he inquired, you swiftly shook your head and lowered your hand to gather the slick that was dripping from your pussy before displaying it to him. He also smiled. "A fucking slut, as usual." You giggled and turned your attention back on Gojo. “Toru, can you be a good boy for me and suck my cock.” 

“Huh?”

"Can you do it?" Geto questioned as he took his hand out of Gojo's sweats and stroked his reddened cheeks.

"I- I…" Geto swiftly silenced Gojo with a kiss when he stuttered.

Geto planted another kiss on Gojo's lips and mumbled, "Just for a little while. No teeth, just tongue. You can do it, right?" Gojo nodded in response to Geto's subsequent question. “Good boy Now take a seat and let Y/N remove your clothing for you.”

… 

“Fuck, just like that Toru,” Geto praised as he watched as Gojo slowly moved his head up on down on his cock. “God you’re so pretty,” he praised yet again as he stroked Gojo’s cheeks before looking down at you, sucking on Gojo's pretty cock. “The both of you.”

“Thank you,” you responded as you slid Gojo’s cock into your mouth, letting him hit the back of your throat until your nose was buried into his white truffs of hair. A strangled cry left his lips, sending vibrations around Geto’s cock. And Geto hummed as he comforted Gojo by the thumb brushing the tears that were now on his cheek.

Gojo’s mind was a bit hazy, he was already close. He can barely focus on sucking Geto’s cock with the way you hollow your cheeks and bob your head up and down with your hands now gripping his thigh. From the corner of his eyes, he watched as you did so with your eyes closed and your back arched, ass up and spread open in the air. He couldn't focus and he was losing it. 

And even though he could hardly focus on the task at hand; his mouth still watered and drool leaked from the corner of his mouth. It dripped onto his chin and ran down the sides of Geto’s cock. “Fuck Toru. Your such a fucking pretty boy with you mouth filled like this,” He praised as he watched as Gojo mimicked your action to try and please him as best as he could. “Look at me.” 

Gojo looked up at Geto while humming. Tears streamed from his weeping eyes and down his heated face. His own spit and Geto's precum were all over his upper lip. "Do you like this at all?" Gojo nodded in response to Geto's question. Gojo's head was dragged away from his cock by Geto, who grinned. “How are you feeling?”

“Ugh, So-so good… I wanna,” he stuttered. 

Geto remarked, "Ah's she fucking good at sucking cocks," as he observed you deep-throat Gojo's cock. "Can you feel it? How beautifully her throat clenches around your shaft.”

“Ugh…” In return, Gojo groaned and felt his cock quiver inside your mouth. Gojo screamed, "I'm cumming," as you bobbed your head more quickly. His movements caught your attention as your eyes darted up to look at him. He could sense himself approaching his orgasm with each bob of your head.

You could feel the swelling of his cock in your throat. His trembling hands reached out to grab the back of your head. He rapidly forced your head down till your nose was touching his pelvis before you even had a chance to react. And a ton of his thick cum dripped into your mouth. “Mhm,” you moaned as you swallowed every bit of his cum. 

“Oh… Y/N,” Gojo cried as he rested his head on Geto’s tummy. 

“That’s it baby, drink it all,” Geto said with a smile on his face. “Look how pretty she is,” Geto said as soon as you lifted your head from Gojo’s cock. “Not a fucking drop wasted.”

“Hm,” you hummed and quickly climbed onto Gojo which caused him to fall back onto the bed. “Your cock is so pretty,” you compliment. 

He stumbled, "Thank - Thank you.” You gave him a smile before placing your lips on his. While you two were kissing, Geto went to get the lub from his drawer.

You said to Satoru, "Spread your legs."

“Huh?”

You gave him small kisses on the cheeks and asked, "Don't you want Suguru to fuck you? He'll fuck you, then I'll ride you, and then he'll fuck us both."

You grinned at Gojo as he said, "But I... I've never done it before."

“Do you believe in me, Satoru?” Geto enquired.

“Yes,” Gojo answered with hesitation. 

“Then I want you to believe that I’ll take care of you, Ok?” 

“Ok,” Gojo answered as he spread his legs like you asked him to. 

… 

Gojo buried his neck into the crook of your neck and groaned, "Ugh- ahh. Y/N, It is, ahh.”

You cooed and kissed his cheek, holding up one leg while Geto held the other one apart. You observed Geto inserting and removing his fingers from Gojo's virgin hole and thought, "He's almost done."

Gojo sobbed and seized your hand holding his leg up, squeezing it firmly. As he removed his fingers from Gojo's puckered hole, Geto laughed. “You're all set. I need more lube, baby.”

You questioned as he freed Gojo's leg and placed it delicately on the bed, "Where?"

"My cock," he muttered as he slowly hovered above Gojo and delicately encircled Gojo's legs around his waist. You hummed as you hastily squeezed his lube on your fingers and rubbed it on his cock while holding onto his lube. “That's all I need. Please, if you could give Gojo some little kisses to keep him busy.”

You licked your lip while humming. You lied next to Gojo and asked, "Are you okay?”

He hummed, "Uh-huh."

You answered, "Good," and kissed him on the lips. This gave Geto the chance to slowly push in while guiding his cock towards Gojo's entrance.

They nearly simultaneously intake short, quick breaths that explode out of their lungs in fits of frantic, giddy screaming. It takes every ounce of willpower he has to not drive his hips home because it is so freaking fantastic. He lowers his hands to either side of Gojo's head, bracing himself against the onslaught of pure, unrelenting pleasure, while also closing his eyes and taking a breath.

He could feel Gojo's body quivering beneath him in that manner. You kept his lips firmly pressed against, and he could hear him whining inside your mouth. Geto let out a groan, "Fuck." Gojo could feel his flesh being touched by his breath. With each movement, there are shaky, hollow noises. “Are you alright?”

You released your hold on Gojo's mouth so he could respond. “T-too big,” He shrieked. "It aches."

Geto grunted something under his breath and promised that it would feel better shortly. His hips are pressed right up against Gojo's ass as he bottoms out. For a short period of time, they continue to tremble and burn collectively. Geto took a breath, let it out, and then he opened his eyes. Gojo's head was cocked back beneath him, revealing the graceful column of his neck. You gave him a bruise, and it was clearly visible, as were the bite marks. He was covered in them, a patchwork quilt of bright red teeth rings and purple bruises. 

Geto brushed his thumb up a particularly dark area while avoiding a pale, spotless section of skin. At the touch, Gojo's long white lashes parted to show his cerulean eyes, which fluttered. Gojo's eyes blinked slowly and sluggishly once more before beginning to wrinkle and shimmer and letting out a little moan. His cheeks were the same shade of pink as his kiss-blown lips and were slow and sweet like honey. He spoke slowly and reverently, "Please move.” 

His legs tighten and encircle Geto's hip curve, luring them in and eliciting synchronised gasps from both of them. Geto sighed with a heavy heart, a flushed face, and an excruciatingly hard cock. Geto slowly rocked his hips as he mumbled, "Ok." Gojo glared and attempted to speak, but he only got out a single syllable before Geto fucked him hard.

Gojo pressed his sweating forehead on Geto's while saying, "Su," while firmly grasping the back of his neck. His eyes are glazed with tears, but he doesn't appear to notice them; they are like ripples in the lake Geto planned to drown in. “Su, go more slowly.”

You leaned over to rub Gojo's hot cheeks and remarked, "He doesn't know how to slow down." Geto grinned and bent down to give you a kiss and then he kissed Gojo.

He moved, brutally thrusting into Gojo as their noses touched and their breaths hit one other in the face. He saw blue eyes open wide and felt helpless breaths against his neck, vivid, colourful, and overpowering sensations. His toes no longer feel the tension from digging into the mattress, the humid sheets sticking to his knees, and the sticky hair stuck to his forehead.

He continued to stare down at his best friend and moaned, "Fuck, Fuck." He's Geto’s absolute best friend. He is having sex with Gojo. It's Satoru, Gojo fucking Satoru, wrapped around him and penetrating through him. He chanted it as if it were a prayer, as if the nails in his back were a blessing, and as if doing so was a sign of respect.

Geto stretched for your hand and interlaced his fingers with yours before he lost himself, he was too close to Gojo's body, pressing on it. He bit Gojo's lip and forced his groans into his smooth mouth, swallowing them together with the sounds he was making. “If I'd known you liked me and my girlfriend for so long.” He bit Gojo's jaw while stuttering, his breaths distorting each word. "We would have been fucking long ago."

“He’s so pretty,” you whispered. “How do you feel, pretty boy?” 

“Go-good.” Gojo stuttered. His lips brushed against Geto’s forehead. “So good.” 

Geto let out a long, deep grunt. "Would you like to keep him?" He questioned you while giving Gojo's face a passionate and furious kiss. 

“Yes,” you whispered.

Orgasm coiling low, heavy, and hot inside Gojo's stomach. Gojo made a high, delighted cry that was in the middle of a whimper and a grunt.

“I want to fuck, su, I want to.” Gojo was beginning to slur his sentences. He lifted his shaking hand to brush the hair from Geto's face. He whispered, low and tenderly, "I want to cum," ecstasy piercing the pleasure and rending his voice.

Geto backed away from Gojo gently, muttering, "Not yet, hold it." Gojo complained about losing Geto. “Get on top of him, little one.” He said as he aided you in rising to your knees. Geto placed both of his hands on your waist and directed you to take a seat on Gojo's torso. "Let him experience my pussy's bliss." 

You chuckled as you took hold of his cock and began to stroke it. You then rose a little and took a position on his cock. Both of you moaned as you gently went down over his hard cock, squeezing your pussy around him in an effort to fit around his length.

He wasn't as long or as thick as Geto, but he did have a large cock. He made you feel so full. His cock was curled up against every one of your bouncy walls. For a little support, you placed your hands flat against his chest.

His eyes were tightly closed as he enjoyed the sensation of your closeness to him. Around his cock, he could feel the warmth of your pussy. Geto was right, fuck. Your pussy felt absolutely fantastic. After a little pause, Gojo sensed your slight hip raise. And after that, you start dropping your hips quickly. Gojo yelled, "Fuck." As he looked up at you, his head was in the clouds. With your lips slightly parted and tears starting to gather in the outer corners of your eyes, your breast bouncing so beautifully before his eyes, you appeared to be an angel. Geto's fingers were encircling his cock when he sighed in pleasure at what he saw.

Gojo attempted to slow you down by holding onto your waist, but Geto quickly slapped his wrist away. "Don't touch."

Gojo cried out, "It's too much."

"Toru, be a good boy. She will ride your cock, and you will take it,” Geto added with a grin riding across his face. Gojo moaned while leaning back against the bed and watching as your tits were violently slapped against your chest. The tempo you set was harsh, and every movement he made seemed heavy. He yelled, "Y/N... fuck," as he watched you grin at him. Your head flopped back against Geto's shoulders, who was still positioned between Gojo's legs, as you groaned at this point. Gojo could feel Geto's cock lightly brushing against his thighs as Geto watched as it disappeared then reappeared inside your pussy.

"Does she feel good?" Over the sound of their groaning, Geto questioned.

Gojo nodded in agreement. You could feel the twitch in his cock. He once more felt the coils of his orgasm in his stomach. He cried out, trying to cling to your waist once more, "She feels so amazing." This time, Geto refrained from slapping his wrist. Instead, he let Gojo grip your waist as you continued to bounce and once more forced the tip of his cock against Gojo's entrance.

Geto thrust himself inside of Gojo and grunted, "Ngh."

Gojo screamed, "Su! Ah, mmph, that's too much."

Geto brutally shoved in and out of Gojo, saying, "Take it." As he gripped your waist tightly, his lips trembled.

Gojo had encountered plenty of asses and pussies. And he was aware of his superior sex skills. But he would have been getting railed for a very long time before realizing how wonderful it would feel to get fucked like this. Obviously, by his best friend. Given that Gojo just wants to be intimate with Geto.

He felt fantastic. If Geto continued to screw him in this manner, he felt as though he would soon pass out. And if your pussy didn't loosen up on that gorilla grasp you had on him, he most surely may die. He was so overstimulated, and he was aware that soon he would spill himself inside of you.

You cried, putting more pressure on Gojo's chest, "I'm close. I want to cum."

Geto grunted, "Me too," and then he went to sleep. His hand swung around to grope your breast before gently working its way up to encircle your neck tightly. You started shaking on top of Gojo and your eyes started to roll back.

Geto opened his eyes as soon as he heard Gojo sob. Gojo's teary eyes rolling back, his mouth opening, and his back arching off the bed as his hands sank down to grip the blankets like they were a lifeline were all caught just in time. He's silent, his breathing is laboured, and he's shaking like his body is about to fall apart.

Gojo was vigorously cumming inside of you.

Geto chuckled as he reached down to stroke your bloated clit. He was urging you toward the orgasm you were hoping for. While you were still bouncing on Gojo's overstimulated cock, you screamed and your body started to quake even more. “Yes, yes,” you moaned as you came forcefully, your pussy clung firmly to Gojo's cock.

And that came down on Geto like a wave. His back muscles contract, his toes curl, and his hips come to a standstill against Gojo's ass as he empties himself deeply. He felt a rush of pleasure that set his nerves on fire and caused him to cry hoarsely. It consumes your entire being and dulls your senses. 

For a moment, the room was silent. Your laboured breathing was the only sound audible. That is, until Geto pulled you off his cock and slid out of Gojo's battered hole. He put you down on your hands and knees and said, "That was hot.

You complained, "Baby, I'm sensitive," when you felt the tip of his cock brush against your cum-filled pussy.

He rubbed his palm over your fluffy ass and murmured, "I know," before slapping you hard across the skin. He smirked as you gasped and said, "I'm still going to fuck you though."

You moaned a little and muttered, "But Gojo's asleep," as Geto began to thrust his cock inside of you.

Yes, as soon as he came, Gojo collapsed.

He told you, "Then we've got to finish this quickly and then clean him up okay."

You murmured, "Asshole. I love you.”

He fully bottomed out inside of you, kissing the back of your neck and said, "I love you too." He started thrusting slowly but forcefully into and out of you right away. The sound of being fucked while having a wet pussy your thighs were bumping into his and the sound of your ass slapping against his pelvis filled the space. 

He muttered, "Fuck baby," as he sped. You were softly dragged back till your back was flat on his chest as he wrapped his hand around you. "Baby, you're so beautiful."

"Mhm... thank you," you replied. You delighted in his compliments.

He leaned down to whisper in your ear, "God you pussy feels so amazing around my cock."  You sighed. The sensation of his cock in your pussy was something you could never grow sick of. You enjoyed the sensation your pussy gave you when he used his stiff cock to fuck you. He was adept at fucking you. He was skilled at placing his cock against your g-spot while fucking you.

You begged, nearly forgetting that Gojo was fast asleep in front of you, "Fuck me." But right now, Geto doesn't give a damn about the sleeping youngster. Your pussy was firmly encircling his cock as you knelt there.

He groaned and slapped his hip violently against your ass before lowering his head and giving you a sloppy kiss. Drool dripped from the corners of your mouth as your tongue glided against his. A string of saliva then joined to your lips as he retracted.

You two were a mess. As the two of you grew nearer to your orgasm, the sounds of your moans and lovely cries of delight increased higher. Geto said into your skin, "Yes baby." He started to mumble beautiful things in your ear as his thrust got sloppier. He began to give you gentle, protracted kisses on the side of the neck.

You groaned as he pinched your throat, "Cum inside of me."

He stumbled, "Ba-baby." You could feel it. You were sent to the edge for one final time by the euphoria of his warm, thick cum painting our walls white inside of you and filled you up perfectly.

After Geto had finished cumming inside of you, he slowly pulled and watched as cum leaked from your vagina. “Let’s you and Satoru clean up.”

Slowly opening his eyes, he sighed as a pair of dressed tits shoved themselves into his face. A hand tightened around his waist just as he started to back away. You played with his hair and said in a gentle voice, "Go back to sleep Satoru." Suguru is sound asleep directly behind you. Try not to disturb him.”

He uttered "Huh" in a low voice. He was about to enquire as to why the hell he was in this place. Then, though, he recalled everything. He observed Geto finger-fucking you. Then he devoured your pussy. You sucked Geto's dick. He ultimately wound up swallowing Geto's dick while also having his own dick sucked later on.

Before passing out, he remembered getting fucked by you and Geto.

Shit. That was never supposed to happen and now he doesn’t know what to do.

He began to shake on the bed as he started to fear. "Stay still. Otherwise, I'll fuck you again. Go back to sleep.” Geto squeezed his waist once and mumbled. “Try not to move; I can tell your body hurts. If you do, I'll merely get turned on.”

“I warned you not to wake him,” and you laughed.

Geto responded with a faint groan, "Baby, pull out a tit and let him suck it until he falls back to sleep.”

“But what…” He stammered, "I," but you pressed your breast against his lip to immediately silence him.

"Don't worry, Satoru. Later in the morning, Suguru will explain everything to you. I realise it's a lot for you to process at this time. But everything will be fine.”

He sighed and said, "Oh okay," before putting your breast in his lips.

“Be a nice boy now, and go to bed.” Geto gave Gojo a kiss on the back of his head and mumbled, "Good boy." Gojo quickly fell asleep again after wrapping his hand around your waist to keep you close to him while he sucked on your breast.

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 I Know You Still Think About The Times We Had

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。i know you still think about the times we had

 I Know You Still Think About The Times We Had

synopsis. satoru will always comes when you call him, he just never thought you’d stop calling

 I Know You Still Think About The Times We Had

— word count. 5.2k (where did i go wrong)

— contents. college au, rich boy! gojo, break ups and make ups <3, it’s the cliche trope where the rich guy’s parent forces you to leave him aka gojo’s father is the villain, angst with a happy ending—i don’t want my cause of death to be angry rb! gojo stans, emo gojo ft. marvin’s room (iykyk), cliche rain scene—this fic is so cliche i’m sorry, reader is gn! but gojo is mentioned to like pics of girls on instagram (he was being petty)

— notes. well, it finally happened. the long awaited break up. this one’s for you niku 🤞🏽 AND DABITEE ANON

 I Know You Still Think About The Times We Had

you open the door when satoru knocks—just barely, though. it’s just enough to hand him the bag with the remaining things he’s left at your apartment. it feels familiar, being here, but it feels so different too. it’s always been happy knocking on your door—he never thought he’d dread letting his knuckles meet the cool wood. it’s like taking the last bite of something sweet when you’re too full. when the sugar is too decadent on your tongue and your head spins and your stomach twists and it’s too much even though it used to be so good.

it’s too much being here. it’s too much trying to meet your gaze and get nothing in return. it’s too much being handed back that sweater he basically let you keep. and yet, it’s good to see you. he wants nothing more than to be here with you, wherever you are, even if you don’t want him to stay.

“that should be everything,” you murmur, still looking down. “let me know if there’s anything missing.”

satoru would never tell you if there’s something missing. he’d never come back and demand back something he gave you, he doesn’t think he could ever take back something he gave you—being handed back his heart after pressing it to your palms is hard enough. but then again, maybe he should look for small things you probably missed. just so he can come back. just so he can see you—how else will he see you now?

“no, it’s alright,” he says quietly. he doesn’t miss the way you quickly let go as soon as his hands grab the bag, almost like you’re being careful enough not to let your fingers meet each other. “you can uh…you can just keep them. or…throw them out if you don’t want them,” he mumbles.

you nod, standing there silently. it’s quiet, and then it’s quiet some more. and finally, you look up at him for the first time since he got here, staring at him a little expectantly. oh, right. now would be the part where he leaves.

“can i…can i just know why?” he croaks. fuck. he’s not supposed to cry. you ripped his heart out and threw it at his feet, you didn’t even care to hand it to him even after you tore every artery apart. but he sniffles anyway, lips wobbling as he stares at you. “why are you leaving me?”

your fingers twitch, like you itch to reach over and wipe that tear that rolls down his cheek. in the end, you cross your arms instead. “i already told you, satoru—”

“that’s bullshit,” he clicks his teeth, shaking his head as he stares at you frustratedly, “you gave me some bullshit reason.”

satoru has worked so hard to be here—to be with you. hadn’t he done enough? hadn’t he told you about himself, things he didn’t want to? hadn’t he tried to become something, someone more than just a guy swimming in trust funds? hadn’t he worked for your attention, waited outside classes and walked opposite directions in the hall with you just to seem dedicated? fuck, he even burned his hand trying to learn how to make pancakes to impress you, let the maids laugh at him as he twisted the stove the wrong way to try and turn it on. 

why wasn’t it enough? what more could he give you than everything? how can the guy who has everything not have enough to give? he doesn’t understand.

“satoru, we weren’t gonna work,” you pinch your nose—it’s like you’re the one who doesn’t understand why he’s being like this. “the sooner you accept that the more hurt you’re saving the both of us—”

“we were working just fine,” he says exasperatedly. it’s like you insist he’s crazy when he’s nothing but sane. like he’s trying to tell you the sky is blue, and you’re refusing to believe it’s anything other than green. it’s clear. it’s practically a fact. you were doing just fine—why don’t you see that? “we were happy,” he takes a step forward and cups your cheeks, pressing his forehead to yours, “was it someone? did they tell you something? just tell me who, baby—i’ll fix it. i’ll put them in their place, okay? no one can bother you if i get them to leave you alone—”

“then you leave me alone,” you whisper. he stills. you pull away from his hands. “sator—gojo. please just leave me alone. it’s better that way.”

you close the door, and he stands there. numb. maybe a little shocked. entirely ruined.

gojo. he laughs quietly after a moment at that—it’s a laugh meant for men who’ve lost the last thread to sanity. gojo. it’s like a slap in the face, being called the name he worked so hard to get you to drop. it took him weeks—months, even, to convince you to call him satoru. then he upgraded to toru. then it was baby. sometimes you teased him and called him pumpkin—he called you peaches in return. when you introduced him, you called him your boyfriend. 

not anymore. now he’s back to gojo—that god-forsaken name with everything but what he really wants attached to it. his grandfather’s legacy. his future. business deals. fancy invites. more money than he knows what to do with. the name gojo comes with everything but you.

but he had you for a bit, didn’t he? when he was just satoru—but now he’s gojo again, and you’re gone. the only sign of you left is in the faint traces of your perfume in the sweaters you’ve returned. 

and satoru still isn’t sure what brought the break up on. he thinks it’s the part that stings the most—when everything seems perfect one second, and then it’s not. had he not tried enough? maybe he was too much. maybe he didn’t understand you the way you needed him to. maybe he was too overbearing. maybe he asked for too much too fast. 

he’s not sure. he tried asking when you broke it off—you only shook your head and said it wasn’t going to work out between the two of you, that it was a mistake to try at all. mistake? how could you call this a mistake? things were so perfect, weren’t they?

satoru doesn’t think there was even one second he wasn’t smiling when he was with you, and he used to think the same was true for you too. had you been faking it this long? or was it real at one point—had he really failed you so badly, seen past you so blindly that he didn’t notice when your smiles stopped reaching your eyes?

it’s too late, he figures. you and satoru are broken up. 

you ask him to come over one morning, and he does—because he always comes when you call. he brings your coffee order from that cafe you like, the one you don’t go to often because the coffee is more overpriced than any other coffee shop you’ve ever seen. he’s grinning when you open the door, leans in to kiss your lips excitedly. you turn your head then, and his lips meet your cheeks instead—he supposes he should’ve known it at that moment. he should’ve seen that your lips weren’t smiling. your eyes were tired, a little red. you were hugging yourself in that way you do when you’re nervous. you didn’t let him kiss your lips, you made him kiss your cheek. 

and then you sat him down on that worn-down couch of yours, took off that bracelet his mother gave him to gift you on your anniversary, and pressed it to his palm as you said we should break up. break up. you wanted to leave him—and satoru didn’t understand, still doesn’t understand. 

he’s tried for so long, replayed the last month of your relationship in his head over and over and fucking over. you always smiled. you kissed him first. you held his hand, and even squeezed. you asked to see him. you laughed when he was around. you said i love you. you were happy. but then you weren’t—when did you stop being happy? and how could you have stopped feeling it with him?

—————

breaking up with satoru is the hardest thing you’ve ever done. how long can people live without the sun? you think not longer than a few minutes—that’s what it feels like without satoru’s warmth, anyway. 

gojo satoru has always smiled as long as he’s been with you. he smiled smugly on your first meet, smiled bitterly after every rejection, smiled in pure glee when you finally said yes, and smiled like his fingertips could touch the sky every time he saw you after that. 

satoru has never looked sad for long in your presence—you have that effect on him, you make his lips curl and his eyes brighten in that way that they deserve to shine. but for the first time ever, his eyes dim with you around, his lips curl into a frown at your words, and he cries for you. his eyes glisten with tears instead of wonder, and you think for a moment that you might be making a mistake. 

but then you remember that this is for the best—that if you really love gojo satoru, you’ll let him go instead of clipping his wings.

“he’s picked up his things,” you speak quietly into the phone. you don’t sniffle even as you desperately need to—it’s the last bit of control you have left, and you intend to keep it. “i won’t be seeing him again.”

“good,” his father speaks, “that’s good to hear.” 

satoru’s father is a cold man, you learn that on the first meet. he doesn’t look at his wife with a soft look that tells you there’s any love built between the decades of marriage, and he doesn’t look at his only son with any affection for the boy he raised. instead, he stares at satoru like any businessman would an opportunity—with a calculating gaze that tries to work out the best course of action for the most profit. 

satoru is young, but he’s charming and conniving and knows how to get what he wants when he wants—he’s quick on his feet and rarely lets himself get cornered into a wall. in the last three generations of the family business, no heir has shown as much promise as gojo satoru. that’s what his father tells you, anyway. you believe him—satoru is smart and knows how to play his cards right, you won’t deny that. his future is set to be comfortable, and he’s never known anything outside of that, never built any other plans for himself. 

you can’t rip that away from him—not for your own sake, not for your own happiness. 

“you promised you wouldn’t freeze his trust funds once i ended things,” you remind him, “and that he’d keep his inheritance.” somehow, because the world grants you this one favor, your voice doesn’t shake—it’s steady and firm as it reminds the stone-cold man at the end of the line of your agreement—and he offers a slow chuckle that makes your jaw clench. 

“yes, i do recall,” he hums, “i’m glad we could come to agree. you understand, don’t you? it is my job as his father to do what’s best for him.”

you know what he’s saying—what that means. you’re not what’s best for him. maybe he’s right—maybe satoru needs someone who’s equally as promising to build a successful company into even more success. maybe he needs someone who can take him out for a change to those fancy places he takes you every few weeks. maybe he needs someone who’s heard of half the brands he wears and doesn’t scold him to turn the lights off so the electricity bill isn’t high. maybe he needs someone who can keep up with everything that gojo satoru is—and that someone is not you, no matter how deeply you love him. 

“—the offer still stands, should you change your mind. i’m willing to compensate you for the trouble this must all be.” 

your lips curl into a scowl at his words. that’s the thing about rich people, you think—money is always enough to sugarcoat everything. why worry about the dead grass in your lawn when you can paint it green? but you don’t leave satoru for extra cash on your hands—nothing can be worth auctioning off the only man who’s ever made you feel anything. you leave satoru because he deserves to continue living comfortably, to make a name for himself that isn’t just a ghost of his father’s. if that means being cut from the corner of the picture, you’re willing to pick up the scissors yourself. 

“no thanks,” you hiss, “i don’t need the money.”

“i would disagree,” his father sneers, “but suit yourself.”

the line ends, and for good this time, satoru is no longer yours. was he ever to begin with? 

—————

you try to forget your ex-boyfriend—keyword, try. every hour of your life consists of you using your burner account to refresh his instagram page to see if he’s posted anything new. you unfollow satoru from every social media platform the same day he picks up his belongings—you know he’s noticed within the first thirty minutes because all of his pictures with you are gone, just like all your pictures with him. 

in what you assume is an attempt to be petty, he likes every picture of every girl he sees, and he even blocks you on twitter—you know he picks twitter because twitter is the only social media that blatantly states you’re blocked. but then you’re unblocked in two days, and you know he must be missing you now that the initial anger is faded. 

it makes you laugh a little, even through your tears. satoru is not satoru without petty fits of emotion, and you can’t bring yourself to be mad, not when it’s your fault he’s hurting like this. he’s extra sad today, you gather—if the way marvin’s room is posted to his instagram story on a blank screen is of any hint. it makes you scoff in amusement that in true gojo satoru fashion, he’s effectively told all eight-thousand-something of his followers he’s pathetically in his feelings. 

you scroll through suguru’s story, too—he didn’t unfollow you even after satoru temporarily blocked you, but you figure suguru is the only person satoru really has. you shouldn’t keep yourself close to him, not when it could hurt satoru more, so you remove him too. 

suguru is, as always, drinking at some fancy party with obnoxiously rich college students who have not a care in the world for midterms around the corner. who needs to pass when you’re swimming in money whether or not you have a degree? the first thing you learn about the rich is that most of them are only at college for the experience—they don’t see college as the stepping stone to better opportunities, there’s nothing education could offer that trust funds already don’t. but satoru attends college for himself—he enjoys business classes, you learn, and especially finance ones. for someone who spends money so carelessly, he understands it particularly well. 

there’s no sign of satoru at whatever party it is suguru is at, there’s no trace of strikingly bright white strands anywhere in any corners—you do see naoya in a corner, though, and you crinkle your nose in distaste. if satoru were here, he’d say something bitterly under his breath about the asshole, and you would giggle. but satoru is not here, and even naoya the women-hating jackass makes you miss your obnoxiously whiny ex-boyfriend. 

everything reminds you of satoru. that bear he won you at the fair (after maybe six tries) by your pillows, those polaroids at your desk that you can’t bring yourself to take down, that sticky note on your fridge he left promising to replace the creamer he finished (he’s replaced it more times than he’s needed to by now), that extra big blanket you keep on the couch because the old one barely covered his legs, that pair of silly matching mugs you both had for coffee in the mornings. 

every corner of your apartment has something that reminds you that satoru was here, that he was yours, that for a short while, he was the best thing you ever had. it’s your fault, you think—that satoru and you are here in this mess in the first place. he’s always looked at life through a hopeful lens. having everything does that to you, makes you ignorant to the misfortunes of the world, makes you think everything is within the realm of your reach. you, on the other hand, knew this was bound to happen. the two of you together is like hot oil and cool water—what feels like sparks is just the oil shooting out to burn you. you should’ve known this would never have lasted. 

in a way, you think you did. it’s why you hated him so fiercely at first—maybe deep down, you always knew you wanted him, that he would never be yours. maybe that’s why you were so adamant about rejecting him, that even when he was clearly trying, it would never be enough. satoru has always been enough, has always been what everyone has wanted—you’re not so sure you can say the same for yourself. 

you love gojo satoru. he loves you too—he falls first, and you think maybe, he might have fallen harder too. no one loves like satoru. they say if you press a coal hard enough, it turns to diamonds—you think if you gave satoru coal, he would hand you back the sun and all of her stars. it’s just the kind of guy he is, the one that turns everything dull into something bright and warm and worth it. you wish you didn’t have to break his heart, you wish you could’ve walked out of this the only one hurt. but maybe, at the very least, if you break him good enough that he hates you, he’ll move on quicker, maybe have something to look forward to while you continue to work your way up and cheer him on. 

before you can refresh suguru’s page one more time to stalk his story, you’re pulled from your thoughts as someone knocks on your door—correction: pounds on your door. you jolt on your couch, standing up and making your way to the front door quickly and looking through the peephole. 

satoru. 

of course. he’s soaked to the bone—it’s raining outside, and of course, just as on brand as always, he must’ve rushed here without an umbrella.

you shouldn’t open it. but you can’t just leave him in the rain, can you? but he’s not your problem anymore, you agreed to leave him, didn’t you? but how could he not be your problem when he’s all you think about? but this could cause him trouble, if his father found out he was here, right? but can you really leave someone, ex-boyfriend or not, in the pouring rain? you can’t be that cruel can you?

before you can make up your mind, he speaks up, “i know you’re standing there. open the door,” he demands. 

“satoru, go home,” you sigh, head pressing against the surface that separates you, “don’t make this anymore difficult than it has to be.”

“if it’s difficult, that means you don’t really want this,” he argues. he’s still as good as ever at sweet talk, still as persistent and charming as ever at getting what he wants. “please,” he croaks, “just let me in.”

you know it means more than one thing. you know it means more than just your home. you shouldn’t, you can’t let him know why you did all this—how can you protect someone from something if they don’t let you? satoru would never let you if he knew, and that’s why you can’t let him know. 

“satoru, if you don’t leave…i’ll…i’ll call the cops,” you warn. 

“no you won’t,” he says instantly. “i’m not leaving until you open the door. and if i get sick, i’ll send you my bill for the emergency room visit.”

“you’re not going to the emergency room for a common cold, you idiot,” you scoff. 

the rain doesn’t slow—in fact, you can hear thunder. satoru is still stubbornly outside, knocking away. 

“i’ll start screaming,” he insists, “your neighbors will complain for noise again. do you want to be kicked out of this apartment? just let your cold, wet, heartbroken ex-boyfriend in if you have a heart.”

and because you are, and always will be, weak to the charms of gojo satoru, you open that damned door—even though you shouldn’t, even though you can’t, even though you said you would never again. but you do. because it’s satoru, and he always comes when you call, and you’ll always let him in when he’s here. 

“you don’t come to your ex’s house less than one week after the break up,” you sigh once you open the door. he takes a step in, shutting the door behind him. 

“why did you leave me?” he asks. 

“satoru, you can’t keep bringing this up—”

“why? just tell me why.”

“i don’t have to—”

“tell me why and i’ll stop bothering you. i just need to know why,” he insists. 

and then you break.

you’re only human. you’ve lost the man you’ve given everything to for over a year in the span of one week, you’ll never see his lovely mother again who spoiled you rotten, you’ll never hang out out with his funny best friend who treats you like family, and you’ll never be enough for gojo satoru, the rich, loud, sheltered, obnoxious, handsome jackass you met and had to do a project with and accidentally fucked over and over again until you fell in love. 

so you shove his chest, once, then twice, then a third time, each time getting weaker and weaker than the last as tears slip down your cheeks as you simply break down. “just leave, satoru,” you sob, “why can’t you just leave? why do you keep coming back?”

you hate seeing him here. you want him gone. you never want to see him again. you hope he never leaves. you’re glad to see him. you hope this isn’t the last time. you hate that he seems to not be getting enough sleep. his eyes are hollow. he must not be eating properly. he probably hasn’t attended class. he has a quiz next week. he probably forgot about that. his clothes are wrinkly. he probably hasn’t showered in days. 

“last month you said i was it for you,” he glares at you, his eyes red and swollen and every shade of heartbreak. you miss when they were blue, that beautiful, bright, perfect shade of blue. “last week you said we were a mistake. what the fuck do you mean, huh? what are you playing at?”

“you can realize a lot in a month—”

“not enough to erase over a year,” his voice booms. it makes you flinch and hug yourself tightly. tears slide down your cheeks, your vision is blurry. this might be the last time you see satoru, and even if he’s angry, you want to remember the curves of his features. so you wipe them away. they keep coming back. “so tell me,” he clenches his jaw, “did you string me along for a year or did something happen last week that you’re not telling me?”

“i realized you were bad for me,” you say quietly. 

satoru stares at you. it’s a piercing gaze—his eyes are electrically blue and his lashes are unfairly long and every time he stares at you, you think he almost sees into your soul. they’re tired—there are purplish bags under them on that pale skin of his, and the whites of his eyes are concerningly bloodshot. he stares, and stares, and for a second, you think you’ll die like this. watching him stare at you as your heart bleeds out. 

“i spent weeks,” his voice shakes, “i waited outside your class. i followed you to the next one. i memorized your fucking schedule.”

“satoru, you need to leave—”

“and then you fucked me and left every morning like i was nothing,” he glares, sniffling. you don’t know where the rain drops on his face start and where the teardrops end. “and then i begged you for a chance—begged. i burned my hand, got laughed at by the maids to learn how to make stupid fucking pancakes for you.”

“i didn’t ask you to—”

“it took you two months to call me baby for the first time. did you know that? i waited two months to hear that. i thought it was the best two months i ever waited.”

“satoru,” you plead. 

you’ve given up trying to wipe away the tears—he’s given up on crying altogether. you’ve never seen him so hollow, so dead in the eyes and so, so tired. satoru has never gotten tired—not when he’s fighting for you.

“and then you kept pushing me away, acting like i was some shallow guy who wanted to get in your pants and leave cause i had some money to my name. i took you everywhere, introduced you proudly, let everyone say what they wanted to about me because i loved you, and…and i thought you loved me too,” he shakes his head. 

“i do love you,” you admit it before you realize what you’re saying. 

“then why did you fucking leave me?” his voice is loud. satoru never yells, not at you. his voice is always gentle, patient, like he worships the ground you walk on, like he’ll get on his knees if you ask him too. satoru never yells—but he does tonight. 

“because i had to,” you sob, fingers digging into your temples as you shake. the words spill from your lips faster than the tears, like a swarm of angry bees, one following after the other. “or you’d lose everything. the trust funds, the inheritance, the company. i couldn’t let that happen to you—not for me,” you whisper. 

it feels like defeat—in the end, you couldn’t have satoru, and you couldn’t leave him either. you couldn’t love him like you wanted, and you couldn’t let him go like you should have. what else is there left to fuck up? what more can you ruin in less than a week? the bees feel like maggots in your mouth, swarming a dead carcas. 

“you left me because my old man threatened you with my trust funds?” he asks in disbelief. you think something in satoru dies at that—something in his shoulders falls and his eyes almost seem gray. 

satoru gets his blue eyes from his mother—they’re bright and kind and deeper than the ocean. but unlike the ocean, they’re not scary to fall into, to lose yourself in no matter how far you are from shore. his father’s eyes are gray—cold and blank and not laced with a single hint of emotion. 

you can’t help but think that blue suits satoru so much better than gray ever could. 

“it wasn’t just that,” you shake your head, “that’s not fair, satoru. what was i supposed to do? know you were about to lose everything and stay?”

“you could have talked to me before you decided for me,” he hisses, “what do you want me to say? thank you? thank you for breaking my heart? thank you for making me feel like a worthless piece of shit who wasted a year for someone who didn’t seem to care? thank you for walking out on me?”

“you know i’d have stayed if i could,” you argue, voice breaking.

“then why didn’t you? why the fuck didn’t you?”

“because i couldn’t!”

“you could!” he screams—you realize, for the first time in your life, you hate when satoru screams. he never screams. “all my life, that old man has been making decisions for me. satoru, wear this. satoru, go here. satoru, don’t do that. satoru, put that away. satoru, stay away from them. satoru, come with me. that’s all he’s ever fucking done—make every choice for me. and now…now you’re just like him,” he breathes, lips wobbling as he stares at you with hurt. 

it’s like that for a bit—you stare at him as he crumbles, and he stares at you like he doesn't know you anymore. you don’t know who leans in first, if it’s your hand or his face, but one second you’re feet apart, and the next second his face is cradled in your hands, thumbs swiping away at his tears. you catch them, one by one, waiting to wipe them away no matter how fast they come. because satoru always comes when you call, and you’ll always be there when he finds you. 

“i don’t want to leave,” you mumble, “i never do. you are it for me, i meant that, you know. who else will melt extra chocolate in my hot chocolate?”

“then don’t leave,” he pouts, voice cracking, “i don’t want you to. i’ll handle that old geezer—my grandfather will knock some sense into him. fuck, suguru and i can even hide his body, it’s fine. just don’t leave, okay?”

you let out a watery chuckle, pinching his cheek as you shake your head. “i don’t know if i’m worth homicide, satoru.”

“i think you’re wrong,” he huffs, “you’re wrong about a lot of things, you know. so wrong.”

“i never said i was perfect,” you pout.

he buries his head into your neck, clinging to you tightly—you cling back, because nothing is as safe as satoru’s arms. you’d melt into his skin if you could, live in that spot right where his heart is so you can make sure it’s always beating. 

“you’re still perfect,” he mumbles, “but you’re always mean to me. this was the worst you’ve ever been.”

“i’m sorry,” you murmur, slipping your fingers into his hair—it’s still wet, you realize. he’s soaked, and he could catch a cold but you don’t care. satoru is home. he’s here in your run-down apartment with the mugs and the blanket and that toothbrush you forgot to return and that pair of socks you found in your drawer. satoru is finally home. “i’ll never leave you again.”

“promise?”

“yeah. as long as you don’t block me on twitter again.”

“you deserved that.”

“and for the love of god, toru, delete that marvin’s room story. that was so dumb.”

“are you stalking me?” he pulls away with a grin, making you glare with a huff. he chuckles, kisses your forehead as he murmurs, “missed me that bad, huh? yeah, i would too.”

“obviously not enough to post marvin’s room on my story.’

“you can’t be mean to me after you broke my heart!” he whines. yeah, you think, satoru is home. he’s still that loud, obnoxious, pestering brat that he always was—and he’s still the only love you’ve ever known. 

“i love you,” you press your forehead to his, kissing him slowly. you want to kiss him harder, you want to kiss him desperately like you’ll never kiss him again. like you lost him and miraculously got him back. like you’ll never see the sun without him. 

but there’s time for that—lots of it, in fact. because satoru is home. 

“i love you too,” he whispers, “wanna shower with me? if you really love me, you would.”

 I Know You Still Think About The Times We Had

if this fic was a person i would want it dead.


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