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Geto Suguru ✩ S2E5

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Pov: Geto just saved your life and killed some monkeys

Gojo|Geto x reader

⚠️This story Is translated from Italian! I apologize if there will be errors, but English is not my language! If you find any errors report it to me as well! I will correct them! ⚠️

Dividing you between Satoru and Suguru wasn’t one of the brightest ideas you could have, and now you’re suffering the consequences.

Poor and helpless reader...

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After Suguru's departement, you were deeply hurt, but one day an anonymous message leads you to make bad choices.

If you were blackmailed by one of your best friends, what would you do?

Would you obey indecent demands without blinking?

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Ps: The story is a Suguru Geto/Gojo Satoru X reader, but, I decided to call you Izumi.

You have, of course, the freedom to replace the name "Izumi" with yours!

BETWEEN TWO FIRES

Chapter 1

You weren't the kind of person to revel in despair.

Yet the last five years had been the hardest of your life.

You weren’t used to falling into oblivion, but lately the consequences of the choices you made weighed on your shoulders.

In addition to the existing difficulties, your fellow sorcerers now cast suspicious glances upon you, further complicating your situation.

You knew they couldn't know your guilt, but regardless, you felt the weight of their gazes on you.

Just before the departure of Suguru Geto, you were just part of that wonderful trio, which unfortunately was now just a duo.

Gojo, he’d been through this a long time, but you... well, it was easier to exorcise a special level while you were drunk. You saw it when an anonymous message appeared on your phone.

Shinjuku, Golden Gai, 10pm, I would love to see you again. [00:07]

You had watched the band of notifications motionless, eyelids did not close, creating an unpleasant burning sensation.

Who are you? [8:14]

The question was more than fair, yet deep down you knew who he was.

Izumi, do I need to explain it to you? [8:17]

You thought you were strong enough to ignore the message, but you had come around.

What makes you think I’ll come? [ 8:20]

Why was your heart beating so hard? Your ex-best friend was a mass murderer, what were you thinking? Did you think a good coffee in company would solve your differences?

Bullshit, and yet, as you saw the three dots vibrating, -a sign that he was writing-, your heart seemed to be in the roller coaster.

You should learn not to leave situations halfway, including people. [8:20]

That answer was enough to make you turn off your phone screen with a slight panic.

You threw your phone on the creased blankets, while with your peripheral vision you could see Gojo turning over in the sheets.

How long has this been going on? A year?

Satoru was the most cheeky guy you knew, and when he first locked you with his body in the fancy couch of his apartment, you couldn’t resist his will.

There was no need to say anything, what you knew was that Satoru wanted you:

maybe he was simply looking for warmth and understanding. And who more than you could understand him? Who more than you could understand the pain you had accumulated?

Basking in the warmth of passion seemed the right way to deal with your shortcomings.

Even if the relief lasted one night, what was wrong?

Your relationship had always been considered fraternal, yet now, as it began to languidly kiss your jaw, you realized that the relationship you had as teenagers had dangerously cracked.

While you were thinking about Suguru’s messages, you were getting more and more estranged.

Satoru used to always try to bring your attention back to him, but that morning was different. That morning, you woke up with a message reminding you of how much he was still alive, etched into you.

«Izumi, is there something wrong?» his six eyes dug your guts, reminding you that, for him, nothing could go unnoticed.

«I’m fine», to repeat it aloud, had served to make you understand that no, you were not well.

The sound of your voice was quiet and insecure.

If there was one thing you couldn’t do was lying to him. Gojo used to tell you, you were terrible at telling lies.

He could always see it in your face, when something was wrong or tormented you, but you certainly would not have started to tell of the messages that Geto had sent you.

«Do I have to remind you that my six eyes can see the rapid beat of your heart? Or the change of sweating? Also your salivation and the veins in your neck, tell me that something is wrong».

You turned to him, dipping into his lapis-blue eyes.

«Do not use your sight like this», you scolded him, frowning.

Satoru’s hands were soon on the sides of your head. He held himself above you, locking you on the mattress of his kingsize bed.

If there was one thing you learned, it was that Satoru did everything you couldn’t stand. This was one of them: studying you with his six eyes.

«Mmh, I bet that if I took you now, you would quickly forget what oppresses you».

By slowly pulling your hair apart, Satoru touched your lips with his.

The sudden contact made you shudder.

The kisses with Satoru were mostly very sloppy and this was no exception. His tongue caressed yours, creeping through your pearly teeth. As your saliva mixed, your sweet moans were absorbed by his mouth, something that Satoru always liked so much.

He was the only guy you gave yourself to, you started to wonder why you did it without thinking too much.

Your needy relationship, kept you both poised on a precipice.

After a frustrating week you found yourself tumbling through the sheets. It was a pleasant routine, something you would only offer to him.

«Tell me Izumi, you like it, huh?».

He had lustfully rubbed your fat butt, squeezing the flesh between his fingers.

You were never much of a talker, not even so open-minded when it came to feelings. You left Satoru the monopoly of the situation: did he want to fuck you? That was fine. He wanted to do it more brutally? No problem.

If you had carried on your relationship like this, it was because he wanted it.

He was looking for you, and you left the door open.

Yet now, the feeling of his lips on yours,left you with a different feeling. You tried to enjoyed the moment , but the weight in your chest was more binding than you thought.

«w-wait», you had stuttered in his shiny lips.

«Mmh», he had complained trying to persuade you to continue.

The light penetrated into the room illuminating Satoru’s silver hair, he did not seem happy to come off your lips, you had seen him from his frowning eyebrows.

«Be a good girl for me, ok?» he asked, tenderly massaging your cheek. «If you want to play the game of rape is fine, I know you like it so much when we do it», whispered in your ear.

«Is that what you want?» he continued to kiss you. Your mouths produced obscene snaps, while your best friend’s hands spread your legs. Your meaty thighs were crushed by his huge hands, could you ask better than that?

His cunning look darted at your half-naked body. The signs of the previous night made him think of all the obscene positions he putted you into, -not to mention how many times he had brought you ruinously to the peak.

Every time, as you went down from your peak, he kept over-stimulating you: it seemed like his favorite game is to see how you twisted exasperated.

«Satoru», his mouth was soon within inches of your excitement. His breath was shattering on it, and you swore you could only come with his languid eyes peering down on you.

«I’ll put you through this bad mood, Izumi».

In Satoru’s eyes, you were always his sweet, wonderful best friend. Only in the last year he rediscovered you as a woman, and been pleasantly impressed by your submissive side as well as your more exuberant side. The thing that turned him on the most was that you had never set any limits on him. Lately he struggled to find a sexual partner who could match him. Being Gojo Satoru was also being unlimited in many ways: sex was not excluded. In fact, it was a very important aspect. If he had no boundaries in battle, why would he have had them in bed?

You were so perfect for him.

The stronger sorcerer looked at you as he dipped his nose in your panties, «w-wait , S-Satoru-», a groan left your lips making him smile in your wet folds.

When his tongue had traveled over the fabric of your panties , you had arched your back, squinting at two slits. Gojo’s hands pressed you on the soft mattress, not allowing you any kind of movement. That’s how you liked it, you liked being at the mercy of his strength and decisions.

Her soft tongue stiffened in your swollen clitoris, leaving you breathless.

You were so beautiful as you became rigid under his expert touch, he wondered if you were aware of your beauty.

Winking, he finally laid his thumbs down your panties, parading them with mastery.

Your bare, silky-smooth legs were gently caressed, giving you a lot of chills.

It wasn’t just about touching you, it was also about knowing how to do it, and Satoru was good at catching your weakness.

When he began to make imaginary circles in your inner thigh , you went literally crazy.

Just like he said, you forgot what was bothering you at the time.

His tongue returned to your obscene wet pussy.

He had gone all the way through your opening, and then ended up in your tiny, tight, juicy hole.

As he licked away the evidence of your excitement, he began to pass a thumb in your center, and not even the kami knew how much you liked it.

Your laments clashed with the bare walls of the chamber, leaving the wizard pleased. If there was one thing He loved about you other than your boobs and your wonderful personality, it was your voice. So clear and feminine, so sweet as you called his crying name.

While he licked you needy, you were a sight for sore eyes.

He had been between your legs many times, but each time it was as if it was the first.

«Satoru... Sa-toru», you gasped louder, as he carried two fingers to collide with your opening. He was teasing it, but he didn’t go in, and he was driving you crazy.

Your pelvis arched towards his fingers, you were so eager to have more, you forgot about any upset.

«Please», you meowed, grabbing his hand.

«Honey, do I have to go in? How many fingers would you like, hmm?» he was so cheeky that you wanted to slap him, and yet you liked him so much.

«Three», grumbling, eager.

Satoru laughed, jokingly hitting your swollen clitoris with a swipe of the index finger.

Your reaction made him laugh deliciously.

«Three? I actually thought I’d start with...», he put the middle finger, making it fit from your opening to the first knuckle.

«Please... please», it was so unbearable the way he had decided to torture you that morning...

The middle finger was wrapped up to the last knuckle, skillfully moved it in search of your deepest point.

The ring finger came in, entering halfway.

Pointing his fingers upwards, he hit your most sensitive part repeatedly, writhing between the wrinkled sheets.

«Are you ready for me?» she whispered, kissing feverishly and then immediately after moving to the height of your pulsating clitoris.

Your spongy walls were squeezing around his fingers.

When he targeted your G-spot, your back was rippling for relief.

Like he felt your pleasure, he kept hitting you in the same spot.

The tongue played with your pulsating clitoris, letting you immerse yourself in the feeling that preceded orgasm.

The tingling was getting stronger and stronger, until, without any kind of inhibition, you had repeated his name several times, covering your face.

Prey to colvulsion, you were released abruptly in an intense orgasm, filling with your juices thesorcerer’s needy mouth..

As you came down from the climax, Gojo had languidly kissed you, making you forget all your worries again.

He licked your lusty rosy lips as he rubbed his huge venous cock on your leg.

«Do you want it?» he kept rubbing himself on you, this time caressing your breasts half naked.

You were too exhausted to answer, so Satoru took it as an invitation to tease you more.

He was like that, you know. He never held back when it came to teasing you. Gojo, over the years, had never changed his essence: his determined temperament reminded you how much he liked to provoke you. He did it with others, but with you he was different, distinctly different.

Despite the recent bandages he had adopted, you were certain that behind them lurked his cunning eyes, peering at you with a sense of superiority. If initially this bothered you, over time you had started to find it particularly charming. You loved being provoked like that.

Your bond could not be labeled as partners , because you were looking for something different.

The harmony between you allowed you to fully enjoy every moment, whether in the bedroom or elsewhere. Even during meetings, he could always tease you, and as you tried to ignore him with an impassive look, you quivered within yourself with longing for more.

So when he claimed you with a strong push, you screamed for the pleasure.

«You like it when I take you out of the blue, don’t you?» he started hammering your pussy without mercy.

His excitement was long and big, it was easy for him to touch points usually unreachable.

While he was using your head as a foothold, he was lustfully biting your lips.

Your breasts were rubbing against her naked chest, stimulating you further.

The pleasure you felt was so intense that you couldn’t inhale the air properly.

You started coughing, choking on your own saliva.

He took a hand to your mouth, covering it completely, «breathe with your nose, I don’t want you to die suffocated», he whispered to you, amused and gasping.

As the saliva poured into his hand, he didn’t seem to want to slow down.

You complained at every blow, especially when he pulled you sitting on his lap.

Gojo’s huge dick never came out of you, continuing the work he had started.

The position you were, facilitated his entry.

You were completely impaled in his pulsating cock , you had put your cheek in his shoulder, poised between orgasm and fainting.

You called him crying, you begged him, you didn’t even know why. Maybe because he was becoming so beautiful that he was unbearable. The more it hit your cervix, the more your stomach was stirring, upsetting your bowels.

«Please», you complained, «I beg you».

A strong slap made your fat butt vibrate. Satoru seemed to slowly begin to release his orgasm when he grabbed the cheeks of your chubby butt.

«Do you want it?» he asked as his facial muscles contracted.

You cried, arched your back, looking for comfort.

«Tell me, tell me how much you want it», he continued.

If there was one thing that turned you on so much, it was his voice cracked with pleasure. The fact that he spoke so much during sex made you incapable of thinking clearly, especially since you usually responded to his provocations with obscenities that escaped from your lips.

This time was different.

He gave you no way to respond as he grabbed your hips and stuck his hands in your feminine curves.

He was so rude, so reckless, he didn’t even notice your eyes had turned white.

Your pupils were swirling backwards, putting a black wall in front of you.

When his hot cum flooded your battered opening, you had quickly regained consciousness, just enough to get ruined over her throbbing and reddening cock.

«Here you are, good girl», he praised you, moving your hair ruffled from your face.

The pearly sweat skin stuck to Satoru’s.

The embrace in which you had abandoned yourselves had acted as a shield to the ugly intrusive thoughts you had had just woken up.

The question now was, how long would the effect last?

Chapter 2:

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