alexwritess

[alexwritess]

off the deep end ~g.s~

Content warnings: so much angst, mentions of mass m*rder.

word count: 806

a/n: might’ve shed a tear while writing this but we read and we don’t judge

You and Suguru had been inseparable since your student days at Jujutsu High, two halves of the same soul. If it hadn’t been for Satoru Gojo, the two of you would’ve never even met, let alone dated. You fought together, bled together, survived together. But something had slowly started shifting in him, something dangerous. It all started with small things. The way he’d flinch when a civilian called for help. The bitterness in his tone of voice when discussing missions. The way his hand gripped his sword just a little too tightly when dealing with non-sorcerers. But then came, the mission that initially broke him. Haibara’s death, the weight of endless suffering, the realization that no matter how hard you fought, the weak would always die. In the beginning, you attempted to reach him. You’d hold him at night as he shook from exhaustion, whispering to him that everything would be okay and that you were there with him and for him. You reminded him of who he was, of all the promises you had made to each other. You both dreamed of growing old together with two daughters and three cats, the cats were more your idea than Suguru’s but he was very adamant on becoming a father. You had no doubt that he’d make an amazing dad due to how protective and observant he was when it came to you, his number one priority during missions was making sure that you were always safe and not overworking yourself. After a certain amount of time, the reassurance and reminders about your future together stopped mattering to him. One day, Satoru shows up at your dorm unannounced with an expression of disbelief all over his face.

“You’re gonna wanna sit down for what I’m about to tell you” he said softly. Your heart fluttered with fear and slight anxiety.

“What is this about, Gojo?”

“It’s about Suguru” his voice broke. You could see tears welling up in his ocean blue eyes, this was one of the very first times you’d seen Satoru without his blindfold on.

“He um…murdered an entire village” he whispered. “Including his parents”

A small gasp caught in your throat. You slowly shook your head.

“No, Suguru would never-”

“112 people, Y/N” he cut you off.

You didn’t want to believe the words coming out of his mouth. You couldn’t. Not until you found out from Suguru himself, low and behold when you’d found yourself in his dorm later that night, as soon as you saw him, he looked worse than you could’ve possibly imagined. His shirt was bloody and his eyes were sunken in. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days.

“Tell me it isn’t true, Suguru’ You paused. “Baby, I need you to tell me Satoru was lying”

“Please tell me you didn’t kill all those people”

“They were just humans” he said, his voice eerily calm. “They would’ve turned on us eventually, they were filth, scum of the earth” Your heart shattered.

“Do you even hear yourself?! They were innocent, Suguru! This- This isn’t justice, you murdered over 100 people in cold blood!”

His face twisted, something cruel surfacing. He shrugged. “So what? Are you going to turn me in? Be a good little sorcerer and obey their orders?”

You stepped closer to him, voice shaking. “You’re not a fucking god, you don’t get to just decide who lives or dies!” His expression darkens. “Then who does, hm? The higher-ups who send us to our deaths everyday? The people who stand by and watch us fight their battles?”

“Sugu, please” you tried reaching for his hand.

“No!” he snarled. “The same weak good-for-nothing parasites who cheered while Haibara’s body was burned? You’re telling me those are the people we’re supposed to sacrifice our lives for?!”

You slapped him. Hard. But he barely reacted.

There was pure silence for just a moment, the weight of everything suffocating you both.

“You’re not the man I fell in love with, I don’t even know who you are anymore” you choked out, tears burning your eyes. He just looked at you, gaze cold and unreadable.

“Then stop pretending you can save me” That’s when you realized he didn’t wanna be saved. The love that once held you together was now nothing but ashes. So you stepped back.

You nodded in defeat. “We’re done” you looked up at him, the expression on your face was pleading for him to say something, anything. He never did.

“Goodbye, Suguru” your voice barely a whisper, you walked out of his dorm and tears began pouring from your irises. How were you ever going to come to terms with the fact that your first love, who was once a Special Grade Jujutsu Sorcerer, had gone off the deep end and turned into a nonchalant sociopath serial killer?

[alexwritess]

"tryna strike a cord and its probably a minorrrrrrr" is in the history books now ft THE Serena Williams

[alexwritess]

just this once ~g.s~

Content warnings: angst, mentions drug-use, mentions relapsing, smut (MDNI), service dom! geto, oral (both receiving), praise, degradation, rough sex, piv unprotected sex, make-up sex (YES GAWWDDD), gn! reader (reader does have a vagina), overstimulation, creampie (for LACK of a better term great heavens), and a little fluff for my sappy hoes

word count: 2.8k (ik it’s kinda long, bare w me)

(a/n: in this fic, just imagine geto being HEAVILY tattooed, i could not find any reference pics so the gif will have to do i fear. also i barely proofread this so i apologize in advance for any typos)

You had just gotten home after a long day at work and all you wanted to do was relax in bed with your boyfriend. You walked into the house and were met with Suguru’s cat Yuki laying in the dead center of the living room. Her head poked up as she saw you walking through the door, causing her to run over to you. You crouched to the floor, petted her, and kissed the top of her head before something caught the corner of your eye. A small pack of cigarettes was hidden under a napkin in the small trash can that sat by your front door.

“Suguru?” You called, your voice ricocheting off the walls.

“Suguru!” The disappointment in your voice was prominent. Suguru had been going through a rough patch and he developed unhealthy habits since his failed assignment of protecting a young girl by the name of Riko Amanai.

After inspecting the entirety of your home, you finally found him sitting out on the patio. It was like he immediately sensed your presence and arose from his seat to greet you.

“Hi baby” He smiled, leaning to kiss you but you pushed him away.

“Are you smoking again?” You asked, your hand flying up to scratch your forehead to try and comprehend how this could’ve possibly happened.

“What? Sweetheart, what are you talking about?”

You scoffed at his response. “Don’t “sweetheart’ me right now Suguru, just answer the question”

“No, I’m not. Why would you think that?” His tone was rattled.

You nodded as you pulled the empty box of cigarettes out from your back pocket and waved them in his face.

“I found these in the trash can by the front door”

“They’re not mine, I swear”

“Don’t bullshit me right now” You said, staring directly into his brown eyes.

“I’m not, they’re Nanami’s. He was here a few hours ago”

“Okay” You nodded. “So if I were to call Nanami right now he would tell me that these were his?”

Suguru was quiet for a second. No longer making eye contact with you, he shrugged and nodded.

“Let’s see about that”

You pulled out your phone and scrolled through your contact list searching for Nanami’s contact. You clicked on his name and stared at Suguru, who was trying his best no to look at you as the phone rang. After about 3 rings, a deep voice was heard coming from the other side of the line.

(R= Reader, N= Nanami)

N: I’m working

R: Hey sorry, were you here today by any chance?

N: No, I’ve been at work since morning. I’m actually working overtime today

R: That’s weird, I was told otherwise. Anyways, sorry for bothering you at work

N: It’s no problem, and uh… is Geto okay?

R: He’s fine Kento, thanks. Bye

N: Alright

*End call*

“You are so full of shit” You shook your head at Suguru, who was now staring at the floor below him, praying it would swallow him whole after he had just been caught in a lie. He exhaled deeply before attempting to walk closer to you, the unpleasant smell of tobacco hitting your nostrils.

“Don’t crowd me, you reek” You softly spoke, walking away from him.

For the record, you weren’t upset that he relapsed. You were upset that he felt comfortable enough to lie to you about it after you had both made it clear that honesty, openness, and communication were the biggest you needed to work on to make the relationship last.

A couple hours later, you were in the kitchen making dinner. You had forgotten that what you had planned on eating that night was Suguru’s favorite food, Zaru Soba. Somehow, preparing it made you even more upset. Soft footsteps were heard descending the stairs and you immediately dreaded having to be in the same room as him.

His arms snaked around your waist as he rested his head on your shoulder, planting a soft kiss upon it. Suguru was notorious for being extremely clingy after arguments and/or disagreements, he HATED seeing you upset. Especially if he was the reason for your negative emotions. With his head still resting on your shoulder, he looked up at your eyes before looking back at the cutting board in front of you.

“This looks really good, babe” He said.

You swatted his arms from around you as you walked over to the pantry to return everything you had used to cook.

He scoffed at you. “The Silent Treatment, seriously?”. The silence grew a little more deafening as the only noise that occurred was the food hitting the bowls you were serving it into. You pushed a bowl over to Suguru because even if you were extremely upset with him, you still loved him…with every inch of your being. You slowly picked at your food, not feeling much of an appetite.

“Can you at least say something? Us not talking is killing me right now” he finally spoke up.

“I don’t have anything to say, Suguru”

“That wasn’t exactly your case earlier though, was it?” He muttered under his breath, but it was loud enough for you to hear.

“Go to hell” You said, before exiting the kitchen and making your way upstairs to your bedroom, locking the door behind you.

Tears slowly poured out from your eyes, but it was like as soon as you dried your eyes, even more tears came streaming down.

“Y/N?” Suguru’s voice called from the other side of the door. The door slowly opened and he peeked his head in. How the hell did he open the- wait- he’s a sorcerer.

He walked into the room and stood right next to the door.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that” He scanned your face to see if you were going to say anything.

“Look, I fucking relapsed okay? Is that it? Is that what you wanted to hear?” The sound of his voice raising at you caused you to cringe. He’d never raised his voice at you until tonight.

He took a deep breath before continuing “I’ve been through a lot of shit these past couple of months, and I don’t need you berating me for a minor setback”

“I’m not berating you, I’m just upset and angry that you felt the need to lie to me about something this serious”

He covered his face with his hands. “It was a couple fuckin’ cigarettes, babe”

“The whole fuckin’ pack is not a couple, Suguru. I’m worried about you”

“I’m fine” He huffed.

“No you’re not, you and I both know that”

“I’m your partner and I love you. When shit like this happens, please talk to me. We’ve been together for almost 3 years and we’ve always told each other that we would ALWAYS confide each other with our problems. I don’t know it’s just… I feel like you might not trust me anymore”

He slowly walked towards the bed and sat right next to you, wiping a tear from your eye and bringing your hand up to his mouth to kiss it.

“That is not true, I trust you more than anyone in this whole world. I-” he paused. “Since I took some time off from work and since you’ve been picking up more shifts at the bakery, you’ve been really stressed and busy and I just didn’t wanna bother you with my shit”

Your heart dropped to your stomach as you heard the last words of that sentence. How could the love of your life ever feel like he would be a burden to you?

“You’d never be a burden, my love”

“God, I love you” He said, his eyes sparkling with tears.

“I love you too” You said back, before he gently placed his lips onto yours, His arms immediately reaching for your waist and yours immediately reaching for his neck. He leaned forward, his broad, fit frame landing right on top of you. The kiss grew hungrier as you spread your legs to feel just how much he was hardening from above you. Suguru pulled away from your lips, kissing down your neck, then your shoulders. Creeping closer and closer to your chest. You flipped the switch, causing you to now be straddling him. His wrists pinned to the bed. You reached for the hem of his t-shirt, eagerly pulling it over his head. Your hands explored his tattooed torso and left slow delicate kisses all down his body until you got closer and closer to the waistband of his briefs. He stopped you as you reached for his sweats.

“What are you doing?” He asked, in a rather confused tone.

“You always take care of me, let me take care of you for once” You responded, smiling up at him.

“You really don’t have to do that”

“I want to though, you never let me get you off” You said, reaching into his boxers.

“That’s because watching you get off helps me get off” His words were followed by a sharp gasp as your cold hand met his erection.

“Let me do this for you, baby. Just this once” You whispered into his ear.

You placed your lips back onto his as you stroked his hard cock through his boxers.

“Ngh, fuck” he moaned out.

You proceeded to pull his pants and boxers off at once and were shocked by how pre-cum he’d already leaked. You licked him from the base of his cock up until the tip and took his entire length into your mouth. Slowly moving your head up and down as Suguru lost his mind from under you. You looked up at him for a split second and saw his head thrown back as he let out different whimpers and cuss words, praising you for how amazing your mouth felt on his throbbing cock.

“Ngh, fuck sweetheart”

The closer he got to his orgasm, the more you teased his tip just enough to send him over the edge. He lifted your head off of him by grabbing your chin, he kissed you sloppily not having a care in the world that you were just going down on him less than a second ago.

“You are so fuckin’ sexy” He said to you. “Get on your back for me, angel”

He smiled down at you as you did what he said. “I love it when you do as you’re told, so good for me”

He had practically ripped off every article of clothing you had on, leaving your body completely exposed. He planted innocent kisses on stomach, neck, and shoulders. He was barely even touching you but he just knew what spots would make you tick.

“Suguru please, I- I need you”

“Patience, my love”

Suguru began moving lower, planting kisses on your inner thighs. Creeping closer to where you really needed him, you were practically in heat waiting for him to stop teasing you. After what felt like a million lifetimes of waiting, he was finally paying attention to your soaked, aching core. He slowly licked in between your wet folds and mainly focused his tongue on your swollen clit. Flicking it back and forth with his tongue before sucking on it with a little more pressure than usual. As your clit kept his tongue occupied, he slid one of his fingers into your wet cunt, earning a choked out gasp from your mouth.

“F-fuck” was all you could manage to get out, considering every cohesive thought was being washed out of your brain from how good his mouth felt on your pussy.

“Oh my…fuck Suguru!” You squealed, attempting to close your legs from your clit having grown way too sensitive but he pried your legs open with his forearms and held them open. The lewd noises exiting your mouth were the only form of response you had to how badly he was manhandling you.

“Ungh, shit baby I’m getting cl- fuck i’m gonna cum”

“D-don’t s-stop, FUCK” you screamed.

He sat upright and the sight of his mouth and chin covered in your juices made you wetter than you already were. He crawled up to you, tenderly kissing you, letting you taste yourself off of his tongue.

“I need more of you, like right now”

“Your wish is forever my command, sweetheart”

He begins pulling his hair back but you stop him.

“No, leave it down. You look hot”

He smiled at you before lining himself up with your entrance. He slowly pushed himself into you, your back automatically arching and a high-pitched squeal immediately leaving your mouth. Suguru cupped your face and stared directly into your eyes.

“It’s okay baby, I got you. You’re okay”

“Oh my god, you feel so g-good”

He responded by planting a kiss on your forehead as he fucked you harder. Your eyes involuntarily began rolling to the back of your head.

“Uh-uh, eyes on me sweetheart, look at me while I fuck you”

You look up at him with the most cockdrunk look in your eyes, the sweat beads on his forehead and the way his long hair fell perfectly made you want to have this man’s babies right then and there. You attempted to say something but it came out as random babbles because the only thing you could truly think about was how good Suguru’s hard cock felt repeatedly pounding into your drenched pussy.

“I know baby, I know” He lightly smiled. “You’re taking me so well, you like being a good slut for me?”

You lazily nodded. “I need to hear your words”

“I like being a g- g- fuck that feels so good”

He chuckled. “That’s not what I asked you, angel”

“Ungh fuck, I love being a good s-slut f- for you”

He groaned in response and you felt a slight twitch in his cock, hinting that he was nearing his orgasm.

“Are you close?” You asked him, he slowly nodded.

“Y-Yeah why?”

“I wanna c-, fuck I need to cum with you”

“No, you cum first”

Suguru always insisted on making you cum first, he didn’t give a damn if he had to edge himself for hours, he just always needed you to get off first.

“You are so fucking s-stubborn”

“Was that attitude you were just giving me?” He asked. “Huh?”

He increased the speed and pressure at which he fucked you, it felt so overwhelmingly good your eyes were rolled so far back, you swore you couldn’t see for a minute straight.

“Oh my fucking godddddd, fuck Suguru. D-don’t stop, I’m gonna c- oh fuck”

“You are so fuckin’ t-tight angel”

The only noises filling the room were yours and Suguru’s moans, along with the sound of this skin loudly slapping against yours.

“I-I’m c-cumminggggg fuck!” You reaching your high didn’t stop him from continuing to fuck you at an abnormal pace and force.

“Fuck I need to cum inside you, baby” He said, cupping the side of your face.

Suguru was fucking you harder than he ever had in your 2 and a half years of having been together.

“You’re so good for me, taking all of me like the cock-slut you are. Tell me what you are, baby”

“I’m your c-cock-slut”

He groaned as his thrusts got sloppier.

“I’m yours, fuck I’m all yours”

“Shit angel, I’m so close”

“Cum inside me Suguru, I need it. I need you, please. I wanna feel all of it”

He let out a loud grunt as he blew his thick white load of cum into your tight throbbing cunt.

“Holy fuck” You exclaimed as he fucked his cum deeper into you.

“I think you’re trying to break me tonight” You laughed.

He passionately kissed you as he slowly laid next to you.

“I’m sorry” He said.

“For what?” You looked up at him.

“Lying to you”

“It’s okay Sugu, I understand why you did it”

“I love you, you know that?”

You nodded, smiling like a kid in a candy store.

“I love you too”

He kissed your forehead, then your lips.

The room fell into a comfortable silence when Suguru just had a sense that your mind wasn’t clear.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked.

“Sex”

He scoffed. “You slut, we just had sex”

You slapped his chest before laughing.

“No but I um..I just wanna ask you something”

“What is it?”

“How come you never…?

“How come I never let you go down on me?”

You covered your face in embarrassment. ‘Yeah?”

“I just get more pleasure from making you feel good”

“So you hate when I give you head?”

“No baby, that is not what I’m saying. You give amazing head but I just prefer taking care of you, don’t feel selfish though, I know how you get”

“So you’re like a…service dom?”

“And what the hell is that?”

“It’s someone whose main focus is making their partner feel good in the bedroom, so they kinda like prioritize their partner’s pleasure” You explained.

“Um…I guess that’s what I am then”

“Yeah, you sure are”

He rolled his eyes.

“Whatever you say, angel” He softly kissed your forehead before you both dozed off.

[alexwritess]

"you can trust me"

cw: angst, smut (mdni), fluff

wc: 1.4k

tags: choso x ftm! reader, choso x virgin! reader, mlm, mentions of the words "clit" and "cunt", piv unprotected sex (pactice abstinence yall), praise, fluff (if you squint real hard), oral (choso receiving), fingering, creampie, occasional pet names. lmk if imissed any. happy reading <3.

You and Choso had been dating for around 4 months and the longer you were with him, the more your secret ate you up inside. Choso was a very touchy person so the conversation about sex had definitely come up a few times. You had both gotten close to participating in the act but you always ended up freaking out last minute, you were a virgin and he knew that but what he didn’t know is that you were trans. You made a promise to yourself that you weren't going to tell him until the timing was absolutely perfect.

“Are you okay?” Choso asked, lightly scratching your back. You gulped. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” you lied straight through your teeth. This feels awful. Why couldn’t you come right out and tell him? 

“Because you’ve been tense the whole time we’ve been watching this movie” He responded. “Is something bothering you?” you shook your head. Lying again.

“No I’m fine” Choso gave you an unsure glare. “Babe, I’m fine” you leaned upwards to kiss him. 

“I promise” you whispered against his lips. He cupped the side of your neck, reconnecting his soft pink lips with yours. A low groan escaping his throat. The kiss quickly turned into a makeout with Choso on top of you while your hands roamed his muscled body. As you felt one of his large hands breach the waistband of your shorts, your breath hitched and you quickly swatted his hand away, sitting up on the bed. 

“What is it?” he asked frantically. “I got nervous, sorry” 

He sighed and shook his head. “I feel like you never let me touch you” 

“I get that you’ve never done anything before and nerves happen but it’s like every time I try to get close to you, you push me away. I’m not gonna hurt you, baby”  

You remained silent, tears burning through your retinas. “It’s just…It’s more complicated than that, Cho” 

“Would you care to enlighten then? Because right now I feel like my boyfriend isn’t attracted to me in the slightest-” 

“I’m trans, Choso” you almost shouted. “I’ve been scared to tell you for the longest time, that’s why I’ve been holding back” 

Tears were pouring down your face at this point. “Can you please say something?” 

"I don't care that you're trans, but I'm hurt that you felt like this was something you needed to keep from me. We're supposed to trust each other"

I do trust you”

"Do you really? Because if you did, you would've told me this months ago"

"I'm sorry" you whispered. The silence in the room was deafening while you both sat on Choso's bed staring at each other.

"Come here" he whispered, pulling you into a tight hug. "I love you, you know that right?"

"Yeah" you nodded. "I love you too" you both sniffled.

"God I'm such a mess" you laughed, hiding your face behind your hands.

“Don’t hide from me” he wiped your tears with the tips of his thumbs. 

He slowly placed his lips onto yours, your mouths moving in perfect harmony. His lips slowly parted from yours and began moving down your jawline and onto your neck. 

“Can I touch you…please?” Choso pleaded. “Yes” you breathed out. 

As your approval rang through his ears, he slowly slid his hand into your pants, your breath hitching once again. Choso stared into your deep brown irises. 

“You’re okay” he whispered, kissing you as his hand reached your clit causing you to moan into his mouth. You began to push your shorts down your legs as Choso’s fingers continued attacking your swollen bundle of nerves. With no warning, you felt him slide his middle finger into you. 

“Fuck” you moaned through gritted teeth. “Choso please” 

“Please what?” he teased. “I need more” 

A smug smile appeared on his lips. “You’re a greedy boy, aren’t you?” he slowly slid his ring finger in. You gripped his broad shoulders as your eyes squeezed shut from the pleasure your boyfriend was inflicting. The knot in your stomach grew and he kept pumping his fingers in and out of you. 

“Hah! Shit, I’m gonna cum” your legs began to shake and eyesight grew blurry. 

Choso’s were fixed on yours as he watched your orgasm take over you. 

“Yeahhh, that’s it baby” he smirked as he mercilessly thrusted his long veiny fingers deeper into you. He peppered kisses  along your jawline as lewd sounds continued to fall from your mouth. 

“Good boy” he whispered in your ear. You sloppily kissed his lips as your hand trickled down his torso and came to a halt right over his clothed erection. 

“Wanna take those off?” you chuckled, stroking him over the fabric of his sweatpants. 

“Yes sir” he smiled, swiftly sliding his pants down his legs. You quickly flipped him over, you now being on top of him. You left light, wet, open mouthed kisses down his torso. Hearing his low groans from beneath you seemed to turn you on even more. As your tongue swirled around his tip, a few curses and other salacious noises fell from his tongue. 

“Hm, fuck babe” He whimpered while he watched you suck his soul out through his cock. One of his hands caressed the back of your head whilst the other tightly gripped onto the headboard. His hips bucking upwards, feining for more of your mouth. You began massaging his balls at a menacingly slow pace and quickly glanced up at him. His head was thrown back, bottom lip stuffed between his teeth. 

“Fuckkk, waittt. I don’t wanna cum yet” 

He tenderly kissed your lips before advising you to get on your back. His hands reached for the hem of your shirt and slowly pulled it over head. He glanced over your body, then back up at your eyes. 

“You’re so perfect” he stared down at you before pecking your lips. 

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” 

You slowly nodded. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life” 

He smiled brightly. “Okay” 

He proceeded to line his tip up with your entrance. He gingerly settled his lips on your neck as he pushed into you, a slight wince leaving your mouth. 

“Are you okay? We can stop if it hurts too much” 

You shook your head at him. “No, I want this. I want you” 

He slowly pushed deeper into you, earning a pained whimper. 

“Shhh it’s okay baby, I got you” Choso intertwined his fingers with yours. Your breath grew shakier and tears were brimming your waterline. He drove his hips forward bottoming out inside you, your body overtaken by an iota of pain as his throbbing cock met with your cervix. 

“I’m gonna start moving now, okay?” you moaned in response to his question. Choso began thrusting into you at a slow pace, letting your body adjust to his girth. “You’re doing so good for me baby, taking me like a such a good boy”

“More” you whispered, sensual moans following shortly after. The sounds you were making were almost pornographic, but they seemed to have awoken something in Choso. His fingers tightly gripping your hips as he roughly slammed his cock into you. 

“Fuckkk Choso” your moans hastily turned into screams of his name and how good he felt inside of you. 

“God you’re so fuckin’ tight, are you close?” 

“Yeah” you breathed out. He leaned down and kissed your chest as his cock continuously thrusted into your soaked cunt, bringing you closer and closer to your high. 

“Hmmm shit, right there right there right there, I’m gonna cum baby don’t fuckin’ stop, fuck please don’t stop” 

“You wanna cum with me, sweet boy?” 

You quickly nodded up at him. 

“Cum with me, angel” 

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt thick warm ropes of Choso’s cum shoot up into you. He lightly groaned at how much tighter you’d gotten around him. 

“Fuck” he slowly pulled out of you, remnants of his seed dripping out of your core. The bed slowly sunk as he laid his body next to yours. He examined your expression for half a second. 

“Hey” he stroked your chin. 

“I should’ve told you sooner” you confessed. 

He shook his head. “I know now and I love you just as much as I did before you told me. That’s all that matters” He grabbed ahold of your hand, softly kissing it. “You can trust me with anything, always. I love you” 

“I love you too baby” 

“Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?” 

You nodded with a smile smeared across your face. “Okay” you agreed. Choso placed a gentle kiss on your lips before grabbing you a towel from the bathroom.

[alexwritess]

#TRYNA FUCK ME I'M LIKE OKAY! g. suguru

☆ sum. suguru geto wasn’t used to losing a race, especially to a fucking rookie—but you’ve got him confused, intrigued, and… hard? long story short, ever since he hit it he’s never been the same.

wc. 6.8k

warnings. fem! reader, street racer! geto, pwp, unprotected, 2 fast 2 furious references, bratty reader, rivals to lovers ( ? ), geto has a dīck piercing, big size kink, riding, he fucks you on the hood of your car, cunnīlingus, sore loser geto gets humbled lel, overstim, squīrting, dirty talk, praise, petnames.

an. chase atlantic inspired me again </3 same au as this one.

second fucking place. he got second place and he lost to you, a newbie—the newest racer with the prettiest trendy wheels, flashy rims, and a hot pink 2001 honda s2000. stupid, stupid, the reality of losing left a sour taste in geto’s mouth. he can’t remember the last time he’s lost, ever. .

the moment he saw your car bolt in front of him at those last few milliseconds of the race with fiery pink smoke coughing from your steel pipes dusting near his front window, he just knew he lost to you. geto scoffs. “tch,” he’d mumble, slamming his car door shut, and releasing the straps of his custom-made helmet. you leaned against your slick hood, innocently fanning yourself with a pamphlet of the track’s course layout that was given to every racer before glancing at geto. he was quite tall and he looked down at you with a look of intrigue and bitter annoyance. “cheater.”

“excuse me?” you raise a brow. you knew damn well who he was, suguru geto—one of the if not the best street racer in tokyo. notorious for his wins and extremly cocky ego - except this time, your win against him bruised that little detail a bit. a small grin spreads across your glossed lips before your eyes rove up and down his dark leather ripped clothes. “you said somethin’?”

“you heard me, sweetheart,” he utters, bringing a gloved hand up to his face. doing so, geto tucks his sticky black tresses back inside his helmet. he’s so close, that he practically has you cornered against the hot hood of your car and his eyes stare at the medal that’s pinned near the left side of your chest. that gold medal that was supposed to be his. “besides,” and you nearly gasped once you felt your rear tap against the front of your vehicle. “your ‘riding’ could use a ‘lil work, rookie.”

you saw the look in his eyes. he’s challenging you, geto sees you as a potential threat and he wasn’t fond of losing.. ever.

it just wasn’t in his vocabulary.

you don’t know why but beating one of tokyo’s top street racers made cocky pride swell right up in your chest. the same kind of cocky pride that he was used to, and damn were you a force to be reckoned with. he just had to learn that the hard way.

“do i?” you reply, reaching an arm inside of your car to twist the keys out of the ignition. with a roaring sputtering growl, your engine gradually turns off and the sounds of whirring wind fill the air.

geto’s got his hands buried in his pockets as his tall lean body stands still. he’s checking you out.

his head slightly tilts to the side with his helmet cracked open and you can feel his eyes trailing up your entire physique.

he’s studying you - trying to figure out just who this pretty girl that just dusted him in a race.

you’d be lying through your teeth if you didn’t idolize him just a little bit. he was well known not just in tokyo but worldwide. the fangirls loved him, and the racers despised him with envy.

beating the suguru geto was a rare fever dream of itself.

“or are you just upset you’re not in the spotlight for once?” brat.. though your comment made him scoff with a sly smile curling against his thin lips.

“mm. for a new racer you sure have a smart mouth,” and his eyes quickly dash toward your car.

hot pink, it even looked freshly new and painted. and just to put the icing on the cake, it also has a pretty character design painted near the sides with the addition of a cheetah print wheel.

he lost to . . that?

geto’s quietly admiring your ride though—it looked like it was straight out of a movie. once he looks down at you again, he speaks in a gruff intimidated tone, finishing his sentence. “it’s only your first win, don’t be cocky.”

“i’ll be cocky if i want,” you murmur, and there’s a loud competitive tension between you both.

people started to leave the car meeting spot until it was just the two of you. your car’s parked near one of the garages where geto’s car was coincidentally parked also. you’re still leaning against the pink hood of your car before walking up to him. you close the awkward distance between you both, being just a few inches apart.

you’re bold, and he liked your spunk although he’d never flat-out admit it.

just . . . who were you?

geto didn’t like losing—that’s already been established. but now, he’s starting to realize he probably has to deal with you in future races, and oh- he knew you were gonna be a problem.

and he was right, because perhaps he’d finally met his match.

“besides, even if i did cheat,” you retaliate, your tone sounding more and more coy and foxy. playfully, your arms wrap around his shoulders and you tap against his sheer black helmet that had ‘s. geto’ autographed in bold purple near the other shell. vexed, mousy eyes glare at you through the protective gear and you lean up all the way close. “what are you gonna do about it, suguru?”

famous last words,

because one moment you’re being nothing but a mere brat and the next, you found yourself bent over the hood of your pretty blush-colored honda.

well, fuck.

suguru geto didn’t take disrespect lightly . . although, he liked the brat in you. a nice change of pace, even though it pissed him off a bit - a lot.

“s- shit,” you gasp, feeling your thighs squeeze together. geto’s domineering aura sends you chills, the kind of chills where it runs through your entire soul.

he’s so close that you could almost taste his loud cologne on your tongue. it’s a manly scent, you’d probably guess one of the main ingredients was oak moss. as you’re pondering deep in thought, still trying to get over his loud smell—a hand gingerly starts to brush down your skimpy lace-up chaps.

his touch felt good. . and sure, maybe you’ve fantasized about this exact moment once or twice while watching his races broadcasted on live television. geto’s pressed up against you as you’re idly hunched over, biting your lip. with a huff, you’re so close to your tinted window that you were practically having a staring contest with your rosy windshield wipers. “aw. you planned to spank me over my car?”

“not exactly, pretty girl,” he tsks with a clicked tongue, and that’s when you feel it. something poking against your rear — oh, he was hard.

it was something hard and you don’t quite think it was his helmet..

that couldn’t have been anything else other than a raging boner, and it makes you smugly hum. geto groans once he feels your ass wriggling against his skin-tight leather jeans. “think you’re funny, yeah girl?”

“a bit,” you utter in a breathy tone, feeling his fingers zig-zag down the exposed straps of clothing that reveal a bit of skin. you didn’t mind his touch - in fact, you only wanted more.

the inside of the garage was widely spacious—big enough to fit your car and geto’s iconic skyline gtr. it’s a gorgeous midnight dark purple that glimmers in the dead of night, akin to a raven’s wings.

with the garage lot being empty, it was just the two of you, the witching hour steadily approaching. all that could be heard was the occasional squawks and chirps of squaking birds and loud cars honking near the far distance by the freeway. as he’s still got you pinned over, you bite your pointer finger with a cheeky hum. “hilarious even.”

but, you don’t find anything funny moments later when the street racer’s tongue is shoved right between your splayed, plush thighs.

not at all, in fact- the only ‘words’ that came from your mouth were babbling inaudible whimpers, and he made sure you’d eat your sentences… just like he’s eating out your first place cunt like the starved man he was.

with widened eyes and a stretched jaw hanging open, you stare back with a hand on your ass, giving your skin a soft squeeze. geto grunts, on his knees as you’re hauled right over your pretty decorated hood.

hell! you figured he’d ask to rematch but this..

it seemed like all he wanted to do was take out his loss on your pussy… with his second-place tongue.

and that’s just what he does too.

not that you were even complaining—suguru geto was a nasty man to no one’s surprise. he’s nasty on the road and he’s even nastier with his tongue recklessly driving up and down your slobbering twitching cunt.

you feel a crooked nose sloooowly drag its way like a trail against your entrance. geto starts near the bottom and then makes his way up, making sure to have his button nose dripping with your mess. letting off a sweet whimper, it doesn’t take long before he’s starting sucking against your swollen clit.

“hng,” a needy whine dashes from your throat, and you can already feel a shaking judder spasm between your legs. geto’s unapologetically sloppy with his mouth too. as he’s repeatedly flicking the pointed pink tip of his tongue in crazed different directions, a throaty hiccup leaves from your glued lips. “fuuck, do you usually mhm--do this to your opponents who hah, beat you?”

“only the ones with the smart fuckin’ mouths,” he replies with a quickness, taking a moment to spit right on your sticky cunt. it’s a loud ‘ptui’ and it’s a filthy slimy trail that dribbles past his lips, polishing near the creasing crevices of his mouth.

a rubber-gloved hand snakes toward the crack of your pried open thighs and he spanks your pussy, causing a cute shrieking squeal to leave out your strained cords. “also, a reminder again. you didn’t beat me. i let you win. big difference.”

“s- sure,” you sheepishly moan, feeling vapid air circle around you both.

the night was eerily and silently dead—you swallowed thickly, praying no one would see you bent over your flashy pink hood getting eaten out by one of the most famous street racers in the world. although, the thought of getting caught made you throb in a way you didn’t think it would.

he’s mean with his tongue.

geto was competitive in everything he did, including with how he ate it.

your strapped pants were pulled down along with your panties lazily sticking toward the side of your feeble quaking thighs.

within minutes his jaw would angrily ache, growing slack and locking from how it was reaching soreness - but he didn’t care.

if he didn’t win his race, the least he could do was win by eating you out…right?

geto’s designer mauve-colored helmet probably costed thousands and rests near the side of him. he took it off before he started to feast himself between your sprawled legs.

through hazed doe-like peripherals, you stare at it and admire the designs that paint across his visor.

everywhere, there’s writing and designs—and again, you spot his famous autograph that’s nearly written near the side. typical, of course, he’d autograph his helmet.

he’s suguru fuckin’ geto.

regardless though, you’re still nothin’ but a whining mess though, and as he continues to eat you out, you let off a sweet ‘ooh!’ as soon as he bites near your pearly clit.

it’s soft and tender, but it still makes you babble out a sobbing moan. his teeth gently nibbled against your pussy . . . leisurely slithering his tongue between your flooding flaps.

so good, each time you hear the wet smacks from his lips, you can hear geto huskily groaning out satisfying ‘mmmh’ ‘s.

it’s a feeling that makes your legs stagger within the firm hold of his hands. geto’s still wearing his gloves and each time the stretchy rubber rubs onto your skin, you moan. “fuck, fuckk,” you whine, and he’s groaning right against your sobbing cunt. his hair’s pinned back into a high messy ponytail - a few ravened strands running down the sides of his face. pretty long lashes of his were closed as he was slurping you clean.

so damn sweet . . . he wonders why he’s never seen you on the track until now. well- you were new. maybe he has seen you, but geto’s never been one to pay attention.

either way, you were a meal he didn’t wanna stop tasting, ever.

and despite the bitter taste of defeat continuously lingering on his flat tongue even still . . your cunt sprinkled a bit of flavor to it, an aftertaste of vying rivalry . .

“mmph,” he grunts, feeling you push him further into your cunt with one hand. with a twist, you turn your torso just a bit to look down at him, bringing his face further. geto’s slick wet tongue slides across your nub before he’s sloppily thrusting it in and out of your weeping flowery entrance.

you whimper once he reaches that spot, feeling a sudden heave of a breath snatch its way out from your puffed lungs. geto’s dark brows amusingly knit together and he’s already nose deep—the hooking bridge that smears against your pussy makes you nearly wail out a needy weep.

he’s smearing his face everywhere, and wet splotches of your juices started to coat his clear face.

but he doesn’t mind - geto’s always been one to get a ‘lil dirty during a match.

two slack lips munch against your clit wholly before his lengthy tongue reaches toward your winking hole. “pff,” he clicks his tongue, letting off another husky groan once he feels the tint in his pants arises.

fuck, you made him hard—even more, now that he was eating you out.

the louder you were, the more his dick twitched underneath the rough fabric of his jeans. it’s almost painful- the way his hardened bulge prods its way against the leathery fabric makes him suck his teeth. he needs you.

geto’s lips remain glued against your cunt before he uses a gloved thumb to peel your pudgy sweltering folds apart just a biiiit more.

his tongue creates a downward slope that trickles its way below your clitoral hood that’s frantically throbbing right in his mouth.

ba dum, ba dum, ba dum. . .

pulse pulse pulse after fucking pulse,

a smoky chuckle echoed from his lips as his shoulders slightly shake and fuck- it vibrates against your pussy. “god, she’s a ‘lil crybaby isn’t she,” he breathlessly mumbles as his thumb peels your soaked flaps all the way down. he’s intently staring inside, studying all the pretty nerves and your twitching nub before spitting right inside yet again.

airy cold breath fans over your nude slit and you whimper, feeling his tongue douse itself back inside. “were you drivin’ around this wet the entire time, princess?” and you moan, feeling the rubber of his palm smear a few circles around your clit. “drivin’ around, tryin’ to beat me with a pretty pussy this fuckin’ soaked?”

with a shivering whimper ghosting past your splintered lips, you snivel out a soft mewl.

“sugu—fuuuck, ‘m gonna cum,” and as your breath gets caught in your throat, you feel him grab a nice chunk of your ass.

at his very grip, he gives your rear a rude spank and the recoil makes him hum in amusement. so soft, the way it bounced just from his palm alone.

oh, and spanking you became his favorite thing to do, especially since you were so fucking noisy.

as a shrilling whine prepares to race out your strained esophagus, you nearly yank his head forward again, hearing him groan against your clit. “d- did you hear me? ‘m close, gonna cu—”

“yeah yeah girl, i heard you,” he swats your hand away, and the low grit that rumbles from underneath his tone makes you throb for the nth time.

geto brings a few digits up toward your cunt to rub against your runny folds, and he starts making out with your pussy - with tongue.

sloppy smacks slosh out from your crying folds and you gasp, feeling him impishly nip your clit with his teeth once more. “mmf,” and his eyes start to become low and hooded.

he’s pussy drunk, very much so.

geto eats you out until you’re abruptly coming undone on his tongue, letting off a sweet euphoric battle cry with your toes curling in your knee-high boots. fuck, and even as he’s savoring the syrupy taste that pours on his flat flushed tongue, he’s still eating you out.

with brief circular maneuvers of his tongue, he’s got you whimpering from the sensitivity. as a staticky twinge pulses through your pussy, your hand grabs at his hair hard, tugging near his roots, having to literally pry him apart.

your cunt was so sensitive, throbbing a plethora of pulses as your mouth fatally goes dry. “f- fuck,” you moan, and you can feel your legs stick together once they instinctively close shut.

“tsk. drama queen,” he soils his lips together that were now perfectly glossed from top to bottom with your juices.

oh, his chiseled chin was just shimmering with such sparkling sap that it even poured a stream down the lower part of his face. his tongue slides near the cracked corner of his right lip, and he’s just luxuriating at the treacly taste of you. if you tasted this good, maybe the second place wasn’t so bad after all. .

as he’s still lapping up his lips with a wolffish grin, geto notices you openly gawking at his bulge and he snickers, patting his fly with a gloved hand. “it’s rude to stare, sweetheart.”

“it’s rude to walk around with a bulge that big.”

“oh yeah? how ‘bout you fix that problem for me then, rookie?”

a brat, almost as much of a brat as you.

geto gets silenced once you slam your lips onto his, not even batting an eyelash that you’re tasting yourself on his tongue that’s swirling around yours.

it’s intense, you could feel your heartbeat start to match the exact pulsing pace from between your legs. his lips were icy, and you moaned—tasting a bit of mint that resides on his tongue.

his breath is freezing cold, it’s an almost sweet candied taste and you whine in his mouth once his hands start to roam up and down your body.

geto’s feeling you up- feeling up the pretty girl who just beat him in a race.

rough protected hands drag down your frame, taking in your curves before toying with the leather straps that droop against your pink lace-up chaps.

it’s as if even the kiss was far more competitive than the actual street race.

both desperately fought to win, swerving through each tongue like swerving lanes.

geto grunts, lightly pushing your ass back against the hood of your car. as tongues twist and tango in lewd unison, he seductively sucks on your pointed tip.

as geto’s eyes open halfway, you open yours, and he’s just staring at you with a look of feral - a carnal smug grin tweaking on each side of his lips.

“turn around again, pretty. hands on y’r hood like…this,” and once he spreads you apart, you moan once he rubs his bulge against the middle fabric of your pants. “good hah- messy girl.” his bulge was so damn hard, it felt like a brick.

the more he rubbed himself against you, the more your body ached and yearned for more.

oh..

his hands, geto kept his racing gloves on the entire time. as the stretchy rubber sensually crawls down your waist, you hear the jangling of his studded skull belt. with a few shuffles, he leans up close, pinning your hands behind your back like you were under arrest.

“just for the record again, you didn’t ‘beat’ me, you cheated,” and you scoff, feeling frigid air waft between your inner thighs. oh- here he goes again. talk about a sore fuckin’ loser.

“sur— mmph,” and he cuts you off, placing a gloved palm over your mouth.

“quiiiiet, you’ll get your turn to talk,” he cuts you off, and you let off a moan once you feel his bulbous tip smack against your sopping cunt.

it’s loud..

dozens of paps and squelches leave it right away and he plants a wet kiss near your exposed neck.

the rubs from his blushing reddened cockhead make loud noises that constantly replay through your empty mind.

“see? let her talk,” and you swallow thickly, feeling him use an extra hand to pry your legs apart further. clammy, big hands glue against the pink hood of your car before your tongue tastes the metallic fibers of his glove. “so eager. poor baby,” he coos against your ear, feeling you trying to swallow and gulp him down right away. your twitching pussy’s aching, and you can’t help the pathetic whimpers that hiccup from your lips. you even try to wriggle your ass but he rubs a hand underneath your clit. “aw, impatient are we? what’s the sayin’, princess? slow ‘n steady wins the race?”

‘okay…but i beat you,’ was what you were saying in your head… but you sort of forgot his hand was covering your mouth. duh girl.

“mmph—” you let off a muffled moan against the palm of his hand, trying to wriggle your ass against him harder.

geto lowly groans and then you groan, feeling what was a piercing that attaches toward his pre-creamed dewy frenulum. geto strokes himself a bit, fisting his cock. with hooded, jaded eyes, he watches his loose skin peel back before arising up again and he hisses. the frenulum perfectly hooks itself over his tip, and oh- how you wished you could have seen it.

you couldn’t see but, fuck did you feel it.

you’re so wet, your swollen pussy lips resemble a blossoming flower as he spreads you apart with two scissoring rubber fingers.

his dick piercing almost tickles once it starts to rub against you some more. he swipes it all against your clit, teasing it near your opening before pulling it right back out. “fuck,” you whine once he finally removes his palm from your mouth, glossy strands of your saliva coating the entirety of your hand. “h.. hurry up, suguru. ‘m gonna fall asleep at this rate.”

geto rolls his eyes, and that’s when with a semi-loud thud, your chest lands against your hood.

“oh please..” he murmurs, a brow twisting upward in annoyance. one of his hands still has its grip on your wrists and you bite your lip in anticipation.

geto’s tip leaked with creamy coating pre, and you felt remnants of it sprinkle against your entrance. with a raspy grunt, he drags his angered pierced crownhead down your drooling folds before roughly smacking it against your cunt.

more sloppy wet splats! of squelches spurt out from your folds as if it’s saying its own kind of lewd language and he grunts.

geto makes sure you’re arched over the hood of your car before whistling at your presented frame. “so damn…pretty,” and within seconds, he’s easing his way inside.

immediately, your eyes widen with your jaw collapsing down like earlier—fuck, he’s big.

from the countless times, you stared at his bulge, you figured as much. geto’s vast head had a rosy-pink tint of vermillion with how close it mirrored to being a pinkish red.

sucking in a greedy breath, he watches as he’s gradually disappearing inside of your cunt. his pierced dick made things even more sensitive, and you moan once you feel the piercing softly graze its way inside of your fluttering orifice.

pasty gummy walls welcome him, and now it’s his turn to bite his lip.

“hng, f- fuckin’ big,” you try to inhale a single breath, and he raises your leg just a bit. it now sits over your hood- and damn it, the angle he has was just brutal.

you just knew you were gonna feel him everywhere.

geto’s obelisk-like girth was wide ‘n fuckin’ tall, you felt him fully and the shaft ring that’s on top of his top continues to kiss against your sensitive throbbing nub.

prince albert to be specific!

it decorates his tip perfectly, making sure to tickle inside of you as he’s feeling you clamp down. “shiiiit,” you slur out your words in a mere whiny syllable, gasping at the curved column of his fat dick search through your walls like a maze. he’s expanding through you and you can’t help but part your lips, squealing before letting off a cute, ‘ooohh!’

your hand prints stick against the pink-stained hood of your car due to the insane amounts of perspiration and you whine once he gives you one biiiig thrust.

just one- and ah!

it rocks your world - literally.

you let off a cute squealing shriek, your legs shimmying a bit from his pressed-up weight.

“atta girl, bare ‘round me, good girl—fuck,” and the warmth you envelop his dick with makes him groan. your pussy was clingy, already so eager to devour him whole.

within a few punctuated thrusts to start, geto’s finally fucking you and each vigorous piston of his honed snatched hips makes your crossed eyes roll back in needy rapture.

his hands now stick toward your sides and you’re just whimpering from his size over and over again.

weighty inches pound into you at full speed, giving you whiplash every time as he impales your sweet greedy cunt. “fuck, mhm,” you bawl a fist against your car, gritting your teeth. riiiight there, the moment his tip smooches its way against that pretty bullseye spot, it’s over. there, he locates a spongy texture with the mushroomy pierced crown of his cock and it earns out a sobbing whimper from you. “ahng! right there, fuck. faster, there sugu.”

“right there, fuuuuck. faster there, sugu,” he mocks your whiny babbles, fully exaggerating.

to hell with him, you didn’t even sound like that but oh, did he enjoy getting on your nerves. just like you did- cute.

geto’s hefty sack smacks back against you from each nudging thrust he creates with his hips. every time, it makes him groan at how your body cutely slams back against him. with how sharp your ass pounds on his dick, those pretty wet sounds singing straight from your cunt- a sound way better than screeching tire wheels. “god, so fuckin’ warm. hah, squeezin’ all around me,” and as his irregular breathing patterns pick up, he leans in to kiss a slope down your neck. “bend over just a bit more- hah. there we go, m- my good girl.”

as your chest continued to lie flat down against your car’s hood now—he’s got you at such an angle to where you feel his cock expand everywhere.

it reaches every depth and rummages through every open orifice or just about near it. “oh my god!” you whimper out, hearing the sloppy sounds of your cunt whistle through the silent night. geto’s hitting you deep, slamming his keen hips into you with such rhythm, and each time he does, your brain short circuits.

tiny invisible stars circle and float over your head as you’re completely dumbfounded, thinking about nothing but how big his cock is and the way his pierced tip just plummets its way in and out of your drooling cunt.

speaking of drooling—you were starting to drool from the slit cracks of your mouth. you couldn’t help it- his dick was out of this world, and maybe you were exaggerating but fuck, you didn’t want him to stop. ever.

geto’s hastily rearranging your insides with just a few inches and it felt oh so good.

it was so good that you forgot the two of you raced together. you forgot about street racing as a whole, and instead, he had you dumb from his dick. “biiiiig fuckin’ stretch baby,” he’d grunt, starting to witness viscid stringy strands glue against each slapping thighs. geto’s dick slips out for a minute and he groans, gradually sliding himself back in.

it’s a sloppy ‘pop’ that rings between your cunt and it’s cute. you were wringing him dry, and with how wet you were, it wasn’t exactly helping things.

geto’s hot breath brushes against the open part of your neck before he gives your ass another playful swat. “fuck, that’s it. fuck back against me, don’t get lazy, uh huh. work those hips baby, f- fuck.”

as you weakly try to sway your ass into him to coordinate in sync with his crazed hips, he holds you in place—pumping inch after inch into you.

his cock sheaths inside between your syrupy-coated pussy almost effortlessly, and you let off a melodic moan the second his tip starts making out with your g-spot.

the pierced bulbous head dared to french kiss against there—making you writhe around him, on the verge of losing composure. you don’t think you’ve felt more sensitive than ever.

geto’s silvery dick piercing probes up and down your pearly clit every few seconds and he grunts at the gripping friction. “suguru…..fuuuck!” and as your words start to get bouncy, more sweet whimpers rose out of your sore throat. “more, more.”

“ungh,” he purses his lips together as he feels your cunt hungrily swallow his cock from top to bottom. with a rough pound, your ass smacks against his base—right near his tender plump testes and he groans.

such power-

even geto’s stunned for a moment, and his head throws itself back. the air surrounding you both starts to feel thick as smoke, and his eyes glance at your exposed backside that’s oh-so-pretty while arched.

all for him, and him only.

geto’s hips were simply maddened, and even he didn’t care about the race anymore.

well actually, maybe he did a little..

your pussy was brimmed with cock — sooo full, and you felt yourself starting to pant quicker and quicker. it’s as if you were having a literal street race with your breathing. geto’s getting lost inside of you, and it’s only a matter of time before his hips turn wildly sloppy.

gloved hands still reel you back into him as he’s breaking sweats within each long millisecond that passes. “pheww,” he’d wipe a sheet of sweat off his forehead, veins bulging in his beefy tatted arms. the drenching grip you had on his dick had him craving more…more of you.

the stoutness of his shaft jackhammers inside of your walls repeatedly until you’re on the verge of breaking yet again. geto grunts, the loud quick snap of his hips bringing him back to reality every time he’s about to go into another fantasm.

“fuuuck, ‘m gonna cum,” his words come out in a quiet rasp, and he claws a hand near the back crown of your head. “god,” his jaw tightens, and geto leans right up close to your neck, panting heavily against the outer shell of your ear. as long tangled tresses of hair freely cascade past his shoulders - all ruffled and messy from his helmet, he groans. “where do ya want it, sweetheart. tell m—”

“insideee,” you whine, barely giving him time to finish his husky words. your legs slightly raise against your headlight as it’s still stretched up and over.

geto’s still hitting you deep - so deeply good, swollen tip massaging every part of your clit and all. dozens of your toes curl up in erotic excitement as your tongue lolls out. you probably looked a sight. “inside, sugu, in- fuckin’- side.”

sassily smacking his lips together, he spanks you. “tch, dumb girl,” and the racer brings a hand to wrap around your neck. with a firm safe grip, his gloved thumb caresses a trail up your neck before he drills into you much quicker.

each snap of his hips draws out harmonic whines from you, gargled moans following out of your throat shortly afterward. the burn that’s twinging near the undersides of his thighs grows more and more intense before he geto lets out a guttural growl.

so……damn….. wet..

your flooding cunt’s slathering all over him, dripping near his base and he can’t help but snicker. “hah, fine. better hold still though.”

“fuck,” you whimper in response, feeling his sharp hips pound into you at such a pace. his rhythm was insane and there was no way in hell you could match his pace.

when it came to geto’s speed- yeah, you’d always lose. sure, you may have won today but when it came to his cock- you were losing with the hasty speed of his hips drilling into you at such miles per fuckin’ hour. .

as his turgid fat tip gives its final thrusting pumps inside of your cunt, geto’s body starts to violently shudder.

oh.. you were about to wring him dry. with a mewling slosh sound leaving the front your folds, you gush out yet again.

but at the same time…. so does he.

geto’s head remained tossed back with his round adam’s apple bobbing out of his throat. gnawing in the inside of his squishy cheek, he lets off a low grunt. his abs cockily flex through the white tee that tucks underneath his half-on leather jacket.

geto pulls out though, and it’s quick like the flash. he doesn’t finish inside to your devastated surprise, and a downturned pout forms on your lips. he huffs, watching such creamy-white amounts gush ‘n goo out in ropes and he sprays it on the outside of your pussy.

“damn,” he murmurs, feeling the awkward needy fidget of your hips. cute. darkened eyes remain on you the entire time and he grabs ahold of his veiny cock, aligning hit pierced tip against your pearled throbbing clit. “heh.. ain’t that a pretty sight,” and he smears it all against your pasty-creamed entrance.

now . . it’s painted with his color, white.

and geto came a lot because it’s still trickling out in ribbony globs, filthily oozing from the thick girthy sides and all like an erupted volcano. his teeth get caught by his quivering bottom lip as he watches such immoderate ropes of cum leave out of him. “such a- hah, messy girl,” and as he’s still lathering his sloppy seed that’s pouring out, sticking wads of splotches between the heat of your thighs, geto squeezes your ass. “awww,” he huffs breathily, noticing a few ivory stains splattered near the pink bumper of your car. “oops. might wanna clean that, sweetheart.”

hours passed . . many hours, and to say that you got fucked stupid was merely an understatement.

suguru geto had the stamina equivalent to a toyota supra MK4. his horsepower was his hips- with the added addition of his cock driving in and out of you.

but oh- you knew he wouldn’t be running out of gas soon.

or would he?

so. . many rounds, geto had you questioning your insanity the entire time, all because of his dick. if it was one thing he knew how to do, it was to fuck.

whether it involved his tongue or not, he knew how to make you feel good. it was one of the many things he excelled at, truly.

the only thing that got in the way was his cocky smug ego. every few seconds, he’d boast and remind you for the umpteenth time that your win was an unruly cheat, a hoax, or that he just couldn’t see the finish line because of your pink fucking smoke.

of course, geto didn’t say that part, that would have been him admitting that he lost the race and his pride couldn’t let him admit that he lost fair in square—

but your pussy could.

“hngh,” he falls back against your front cottony plus seat. geto grunts with a scowl entrapped in his thoughts. you pushed him - the audacity.

both of you were still sensitive but you had a tiny trick up your sleeve. “got some.. nerve,” and with low-dropped eyes, he watches you align yourself on his swollen pierced tip yet again.

he’s soft-flaccid, and he was pretty ran down. maybe now, geto was finally starting to run out of gas. with sweltering reddened lips smearing together, he watches you pick back up his expensive helmet, putting it over your head. “oh, gonna ride me while wearing my helmet, yeah? do your wors— oh.. fuck.”

his priggish words come to a not-so comedic halt the moment your cunt slams down on his cock. geto was still sensitive and he slouches back against your programming warming seat, dark eyes rolling back.

“goddamnnn,” and as your hips swerve around in circles identical to 360 car donuts, he sees you touching yourself while wearing his helmet. “fuckin’ brat—god.”

“aw,” you mock the exact faux caring tone he did to you earlier, making him touch you by bringing his shaky rubber hands toward your chest. geto’s fingers feel against the cropped top you wore, squeezing at your jiggling neglected breasts. “c’mon, sugu. i gotta guide your hands now too?”

“tch, shut up,” he groans, his heavy-sunken base sticking near your skin. dried splotches of cum glue against your sheeny ass as your hips continue to whirl ‘n rotate. you were unpredictable—you moved and jerked while he sat there with the most pussy drunken expression. geto lowly grunts, already feeling his balls starting to tighten up. he was trying to stop a sleazy grin from forming and oh.. was your cunt just making it impossible. “shit, ‘m not gonna last. s- still fuckin’ sensitive…. fuuuckk.”

the pink honda’s loud grumbling engine resounds through the echoey walls of the isolated garage with only the sounds of sheer skin slapping and a mixture of grunts following afterward. without thinking, you lift his helmet off of you, leaning in to kiss him and he returns the gesture almost right away.

geto’s lips were a tad bit delayed once they pressed onto yours. its a small yet cute detail- how he’s so pussy drink that he could barely crash his lips onto yours. as he’s moaning from your hands feeling on his burly tatted arms, his tongue sloppily delves into your mouth with no rhythm whatsoever.

maybe you were crazy, but you think you heard a whimper leave from his lips as he tried to nibble on your tongue. geto grunts, feeling that same pressure from earlier build up and fuck.. you were about to make a mess out of him . . . again!

his dick stills itself inside of you and his hands continue to roam down your body, further and further away from your jostling bouncy tits. “fuck ‘m cumminggg,” he’d moan between sultry kisses as stringy strands of saliva entangle with one another.

wetly, they form a web of sheeny lustrous cobwebs. geto’s foot rests against your bedazzled hard brake pedal before within seconds, he cums again.

this time, inside.

but it’s different this time- so so different.

it feels tenderly warm..

such hot gooey amounts dribble inside of you, spraying further inside your precious womb and you hum at the feeling.

his pierced cock fitting real nice and snug inside and you moan into his mouth, cocking your head in different directions as you trap his lips with another steamy kiss. “mmph.” a muffled whimper gets caught against your lips and you can already start to feel the whiteish searing ropes of fresh cum trail down the insides of your thighs. geto feels you slowing down on his lap—still buried balls deep, and he grunts in defeat..

soon, embarrassment overtakes him once he realizes how early he finished.

it’s a lot, again.

a thick load splatters heavily inside and past the inner lining of your cunt and he’s shivering underneath you. once you finally break away from his lips, your eyes meet his.

geto’s staring back at you, and you don’t see that cocky sly look in his eyes that everyone else sees.

right now, he looks…needy, and you think you broke him.

“what . . ?” he grouses, his hands still attached to your waist. his grip- it was gentle and tender a rubber thumb softly caressing down your curve. geto wasn’t ready for you to leave the garage, at least not yet.

“say it, pretty boy,” you whisper, pressing a kiss near his chin. your touch - it drove him mad.

never in a million years would he, suguru geto- have thought he’d get humbled by a rookie . .

humbled by you.

geto’s shooting straight daggers at you, but you can tell how flustered he is because he breaks eye contact a second later. you’re making him nervous, the same feeling he was making you at first when you had your first encounter with him.

as geto’s still warmly buried inside, he grunts once you take it upon yourself to softly wrap a hand around his throat.

oh- you were a mere tease, mimicking his exact movements from earlier. slightly wide-eyed and all, geto stares at you. and as he does—there’s that familiar glimpse of brattiness glimmering in his irises again.

you fucking turned him on..

“heh, f- fine then,” he stammers, heaving every few seconds to catch his irregular breaths. his body felt like it was on empty. no more gas left in him and that same cunning grin that plastered on his lips slowly started to fade.

geto’s not so cocky now, and in fact— he lets off a soft quiet whimper once you start to grind against his lap.

shakily, his hand squeezes your ass before finishing his sentence in a shaky defeated rasp.

“you . . fuckin’ win, sweetheart,” and you let off a sweet gasp once a loud smack! interrupts the moment, his hand swatting against your ass. “mhm,” geto grunts, “didn’t s- say stop. finish ridin’ me, sweetheart,” and his gloved finger swirls itself inside of your stuffed full cunt before pulling it right back out.

again, he’s filthy.

and even while being in such a state, geto brings his fingers up to his lips, slowly poppin’ them into his mouth before tasting the concoction mixture of both bittersweet messes. your syrupy cum and his.

quickly, he presses the tips of his rubber fingers toward his uvula, before staring at you with a greedy smug expression. he’s panting harshly, still trying to get over how you just outrode him literally, and he laps up his fingers right in front of you.

geto reclines your seat back a bit as you still straddled him, and he gives your ass its final spank before tiredly huffing,

“best- two out of three, what do ya say, r- rookie?heh..”

[alexwritess]

lord take all of my pain and sufferig and give it to elon musk

[alexwritess]

“I want you” ~g.s~

a/n: this is continuation of my last fic because if i’d written it all together it would’ve been too damn long (as if it isn’t already long ENOUGH) here’s part 1 if you do choose to read it. This can also be read as a stand alone but reading the first part would make some parts of this make a little more sense. happy reading💋

contents: angst (i’m a sucker for it what can i say?), fluff, brief mentions of sex.

A couple weeks had gone by since you’d last seen or even heard from Suguru which just so happened to have been the night you slept together. You felt like you should’ve known he would pull some shit like this. Him and Satoru were best friends after all. Your phone buzzed from your bedside table, causing your body to jolt up. You simply answered the incoming call, not having a care in the world to check for who was calling.

“I’m at your door, open up” that voice sounded all too familiar. You quickly hung up the phone, tossing it somewhere on your bed, he didn’t get to just show up after ghosting you. All of a sudden, a loud bang was heard upon your front door.

“I know you’re in there, Y/N” he exclaimed, loudly banging on your door once more. You released an annoyed sigh, dragging your body out of bed. You unlocked the door and left it ajar, he was capable enough to let himself in.

“What’s up?”

You scoffed. “What’s up? That’s all you have to say?”

He shrugged with a blank expression smeared on his face.

“What’s your deal?” He sat down on your couch and crossed his legs. You didn’t know if he was being irreverent or if he was genuinely clueless.

“My deal” you air quoted as you spoke. “Is that you didn’t talk to me at all for 2 whole weeks after we just so happened to have had sex. That’s my fuckin’ deal, Geto”

“I’ve been busy” you scoffed at his response.

“I call bullshit, a text takes what? Like…5 seconds to send? You don’t get to just use my body and then ghost me with no explanation, Geto. I don’t take shit like that loosely and you of all people should know that”

He arose from his seat.

“So why’d you let me have you?” he asked, now backing you into a wall. You gulped.

Shaking your head, you turned away from him.

“I was intoxicated, we both were” you were lying your ass off and he knew it. You’d sobered up immediately after you threw up in the parking lot. You weren’t sure if he was still high though, he did restrain from drinking that night so he’d be able to get you home safely. You were his best friend and he cared about you deeply.

“Look I have feelings for you, and they definitely grew after that night” he exhaled. You scanned his expression and there was something else he wanted to say but it seemed like he was holding back.

“What is it?”

“You know Satoru’s been talking about you… and how he’s gonna try to get you back. That’s why I’ve been keeping my distance from you, I didn’t…I didn’t want what I already feltl for you to get any stronger. You and your best friend wanting the same person can get really awkward really fast” He chuckled at those last words.

You looked up at him and shook your head. “I don’t care what Satoru wants. I want you” you cupped his face. A comfortable silence fell over the room, the both of you just staring into each other’s eyes.

“I love you” he whispered. Your heart dropped to your knees the second those words left his mouth.

“I love you too, Geto” He scoffed, biting on his lower lip.

“Enough with the last name bullshit. It’s Suguru, or Sugu” he paused. “Daddy works too” he teased. You playfully pushed him away from you causing him to laugh. A light ‘ding’ came from his pocket.

“Shit” he muttered.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, walking closer to him.

“That was Satoru” he sighed. “Gotta go train some young sorcerers”

“Well don’t be too hard on them, I know how you get” you crossed your arms.

“Yeah yeah I’ll try my best” he waved you off as he walked towards the door. He turned around to face you, his broad frame in the doorway.

“I’ll see you tonight?” He asked, his eyes darting between your eyes and your lips.

“Mhm” you smiled like an idiot.

“I’ll bring your favorite snacks, we can watch a movie. No rom-coms”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re saying no rom-coms but you always cry at the end of ‘em”

“I’m very in tune with my emotions, thank you very much” he placed a hand on his chest, acting like your words offended him. You both laughed.

“Okay, I’ll see you later” he leaned down to your eye-level.

You nodded. He double-pecked your lips.

“Alrighttt go, you’re gonna be late” You shooed him away.

“Bye, angel” he whispered against your lips before placing one last kiss onto them.

“Goodbye Suguru” you laughed at him not wanting to leave.

a/n: i’ve been on a lil bit of a geto kick lately, i just need him so bad, idk who else to write about (please don’t say gojo, he’s got too many fics out already)

[alexwritess]

"look at me." ~g.s~

contents: fluff, angst, smut (MDNI)

word count: 4.1k (it's long as hell, i was locked in)

tags: geto x reader, bestfriend! geto, dom! geto, gn! reader (has a vagina), geto x black! reader, pansexual! geto (i think he's a little fruity sorry not sorry), dirty talk, use of the word "daddy", several pet names, slight choking, cowgirl, missionary, piv unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP), degradation, praise, creampie, friends to lovers-ish

You were getting ready for a night out with your friends when you heard a knock on your apartment’s front door. Your eyes furrowed, wondering who could possibly be at your door at this time. You slowly made your way to the front door, heart rate slightly elevated. You looked through the peephole and let out a sigh of relief when you saw a long-haired man on the other side. You proceeded to open the door. 

“Hey” He spoke, his eyes moving down as he began to examine what you were wearing.

“What are you doing here, Geto?” You asked, returning to your room. 

“I can't hang with my best friend?”  

You rolled your eyes at his question. 

“I thought Satoru was your best friend” You replied, crossing your arms with cockiness hidden behind your tone of voice.

“Hey, I’m allowed to have more than one best friend” 

You slowly nodded. “Riighttttt” you voiced out, dragging out your words to be dramatic.

He sighed. “Anywho, where are we going tonight?” 

“WE are not going anywhere, I am going to the club with some girlfriends” 

“I’ll come with” He insisted, causing you to palm your forehead with a sigh following behind.

“Suguru sweetheart, it’s a girls’ night. Emphasis on girl” 

“You’re not a girl though so now what?” He smirked. You subconsciously rolled your eyes and pushed him out of your way. He then followed you into the bathroom as you continued doing your makeup. Sitting on the edge of the bathtub, he watched your every move, not knowing how someone could be so perfect. Of course he kept his feelings to himself, not wanting to make things weird between the both of you. You glanced over at him and caught him staring at you, causing your stomach to churn a bit. Choosing to ignore how he was practically eye-fucking you, you applied your last bit of lipgloss before throwing it into your purse. 

“Alright I’m ready, we’re meeting the girls there” you marched back into your bedroom, searching for your car keys. After what felt like an eternity, you placed both hands on your head, a sigh filled with frustration escaping your mouth. 

“What is it?” Suguru laughed. 

“Don’t laugh, Suguru” You laughed back, hitting him with your purse. “I can’t find my keys” 

“Well, did you check in your purse?” He requested. You opened your purse, and there sat the car keys you’d spent a million years looking for. 

Suguru retrieved them from your purse and dangled them in your face. “You are an idiot” He smirked. 

“And you are driving” you sassed, grabbing the last of your things before making your way to the apartment’s exit.

The car ride was rather silent except for the fact that the radio was on playing a song that you didn't bother to pay attention to since you were more focused on getting to the club to meet with your friends.

“Hey, what’s our ETA?” You asked him. 

“We’ll be there in 15” He responded, no expression found on his face as he seemed focused on keeping his eyes on the road. You felt the car come to a halt and glanced over at Suguru. His tattoo-covered arm extended, tightly gripping the steering wheel. The red lights from the car ahead of you’s breaks, perfectly hitting his face. He seemed so focused as he kept his eyes in front as he patiently waited for the light to turn green so he could continue driving. You had always thought that Suguru was attractive but seeing him like this did something to you. It made you feel something that you wouldn't have thought of when even looking at Suguru.

“Pictures last longer” He chuckled, snapping you out of whatever dirty thoughts were starting to form in your head. He didnt feel the need to look at you to voice out his comment, seeing you in his peripheral vision, Geto knew you were eye-fucking him. You remained silent at his remark. 

Arriving at the parking lot, you both would get out of your vehicle, as the two of you began making your way inside of the club. Music blasted through your ears as you entered, the sound being so loud it could be heard from the outside of the establishment. You hadn’t even been inside for even a minute and you were already overwhelmed. On second thought, overwhelmed was an understatement on how you were really feeling in general.

“Oh my gosh, Y/N you look so hot” Your friend Alicia exclaimed as she danced up to you and gave you a hug. You could tell she had already downed a few drinks by the way she swayed side to side with a cup in her hand. Pulling away from the hug, her eyes focused on Suguru, then back at you like she was trying to piece something together with the two of you arriving together.

“Who is that guy? He’s so hot” she slurred, loud enough for Suguru to hear considering she was terrible at whispering, no matter if she was drunk OR sober. 

“Oh um…this is my friend Suguru” you responded, gesturing towards Suguru which made his body turn towards Y/N’s friend.

“Nice to meet you baby, I’m Alicia” she flirtatiously held her hand out for him to shake. He kindly smiled at her which sparked a bit of jealousy in you. 

“I’m gonna get a drink” You announced, before quickly walking over to the bar which left alicia by herself with Suguru.

“2 shots of tequila please?!” You shouted over the loud music towards a nearby bartender who was handing out other drinks to other customers. The bartender nodded at you as he began making your drinks. You were scoping out the scenery of the club, your eyes focusing on Suguru and Alicia. She seemed to be laughing at a joke that Suguru probably made which sparked some type of annoyance inside of you. What the hell was she talking about that could’ve POSSIBLY been that funny. Suguru glanced up at you, causing you to quickly dart your eyes away from his general direction. 

“What’s up?” You heard an unfamiliar voice say. You turned your head towards where the voice came from and were met with a man you’d never seen before sitting in front of you. 

“You alone tonight?” He asked, reaching out to grab your arm but you quickly swatted it away. The alcohol his breath reeked of almost making you hurl. 

“No, I’m here with my boyfriend. If you’ll excuse me I actually need to go find him” You snapped, getting up to go find your friends. He grabbed your arm and attempted to pull you closer to him which caused your body to shift back.

“Let me go” You demanded, trying to free yourself but his grip was way too tight. His eyes all of sudden looked up at something behind and he immediately let go of your arm before walking away. You quickly downed one of your tequila shots, cursing under your breath as you managed to get the burning liquid down your throat. 

“Are you okay?” You turned around to see Suguru standing right behind you with his arms crossed while his face showed annoyance towards the guy that was touching you but it shifted as he was more concerned for your wellbeing.

“I’m fine Suguru” You affirmed, downing your second shot. 

“Sure?” He asked again, the word “concern” written all over his face. 

“Mhm” you nodded. 

He bent down to your ear and gently rubbed your arm with his thumb. “I’m gonna step outside for a bit, I need a smoke break” You watched as Suguru walked towards the back door of the club. After he left, you proceeded to order three more shots of tequila. It felt like the drunker you got, the more you thought about Suguru. You sighed and decided to go check on him, considering he’d been outside for a while now since his smoke breaks don't really take that long.. You stood up from your bar stool, attempting to maintain your balance whilst the alcohol raced straight to your head. 

You pushed the heavy metal door and slowly stepped out into the night. The music was still blaring which could be heard outside into the quiet night.

“Suguru?” you called, no response. “Suguru?!” You yelled. Your heartbeat picked up when he was nowhere to be found. 

“Sugur- oh” You were cut off by the sight of him making out with your best friend behind the club. 

“It’s not what it looks like” He disclosed. You shook your head and chuckled. 

“No, it’s uh…it’s fine, I’m gonna go back inside” you replied, turning away as you were about to make your way back into the club to forget what you just witnessed.

“Y/N wait!” Suguru exclaimed. He grabbed your arm before you were able to get back into the club. 

“Don’t fucking touch me!” You shouted, pulling your arm away from him, causing him to jolt back a bit from your voice. You never yelled at him which caught him off guard. 

“What’s your deal? Are you guys like..dating?” Alicia asked. “Go home, Alicia” Suguru said to her as he began following you back into the club. 

“Y/N let me expl-” You immediately cut him off. “Just take me home” You say to him which caused him to sigh under his breath. Walking out of the club, he opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. You both silently walked to your car, as soon as you sat down, you immediately closed your eyes not wanting to hear anything he had to say about whatever the hell that was with Alicia. You were a little jealous but all the alcohol in your system really seemed to have heightened your emotions. Suguru lit a joint to calm himself down as he drove you home. He also knew you’d be hungry by the time you woke up so he stopped by your favorite Asian fusion spot and picked up some drunken noodles and soup dumplings. 

You felt a warm hand on your knee and your eyes slowly opened. 

“You’re home” He whispered. You groaned as you picked your heels up from the car floor. 

“I’m exhausted” You slurred, the palm of your hand touching your forehead from the large headache that was forming. “Want me to help you ?" he offered. You looked over at him and slowly began to remember what had happened earlier that night. 

“No, I think I’ll manage” You opened your car door, your mouth quickly filled with saliva and next thing you knew, you were throwing up in your apartment complex’s parking lot. “Shit” you heard Suguru mutter, quickly pulling your hair back so you wouldn’t throw up on it. 

Finishing up, you wiped the bit of throw up off your mouth with the back of your hand, wiping it off on your outfit. “Thank you” you sighed. All he did was nod. “Come on.” He held his hand out for you to grab. You ended up holding hands all the way up to your apartment. 

“Sit down, I’ll get you some water and clean clothes” He instructed as soon as you entered the apartment. You sat in your living room, making a promise to yourself that you’d never drink again. After a couple minutes, he walked out of your room with a pair of sweats and a tank top, he then quickly rushed over to the kitchen to grab you some water. 

“Thank you, Sugu” he smiled slightly at the nickname you gave him. You excused yourself so you could freshen up and change into the clothes he took out for you. You sighed at yourself in the bathroom mirror and began removing your makeup. 

You smelled your favorite food as you finished washing your face and hurriedly went back into the living room. “When the hell did you get drunken noodles?” You asked. 

“I stopped by Cho’s on the way here, I figured you’d be hungry after all that drinking” he explained. A big smile formed on your lips. “You’re the best ever, thank you thank you thank you” You repeatedly kissed his cheek. 

“Okay enough of that, eat your food” He laughed. You both sat in a comfortable silence as you ate your food. Suguru glanced over at you ever so often as he watched you eat, taking in your features after he had noticed  that you’d taken your makeup off. Clearing his throat, he finally spoke up.

“Let’s play a game” He suggested. “I’m scared, but okay” He snickered at your response. “No it’s good, let’s play Never Have I Ever” he reassured, taking a small bite of his food as he waited for you to respond.

“Okay, you go first” you smiled. “Alright” he cleared his throat. “Never have I ever gotten arrested?” Your eyes widened. “Oh” you shook your head. “I haven’t” 

“I have” he admitted. “Shit dude, when the hell was this?” you asked. 

“2 years ago, I was selling weed and I got caught” 

You slowly nodded. “Okay, never have i everrr… snuck out of the house?” Suguru would laugh at this. “Plenty of fuckin’ times” He responded. “Me too” You admitted, chuckling a bit as you looked up at him.

“To see who?” he smirked. You would catch him smirking at you as you rolled your eyes playfully. “Wipe that smirk off your face, I was with this guy for like 3 months in high school” you told him.

“Oh, now I need to know who it was” 

“Ugh, fuck” You squeezed your eyes shut. “It was Satoru” you blurted out. 

“No shit” he cackled. You would slap his arm in a playful manner, groaning a bit from him laughing. “Stop, it was a terrible 3 months. I ended it because of all the attention. People used to ask me what he was like in bed, I mean it got really weird” You told him, the memories coming back, slightly pissing you off. 

“Him and I had a thing  for a while too. The attention was a little crazy and he wasn’t out…I just fucking outed him though, didn’t I?” Suguru would blurt out. “No” you objected. “I always knew he was a little bisexual, I didn’t know you were” You say to him, not having known this side of Suguru until now. “Yeah well, I’m pansexual. I haven’t been out for super long” he said, the room falling silent. It was getting a bit awkward, causing you to speak up.

“Okay um…it’s your turn. I think” You said.

“Never have I ever hooked up after a first date?”  

Suguru looked up, like he was going into deep thought. 

“Hey buddy I can see the wheels turning in your head” You snorted. 

“Shut up, I’m thinking” he sassed, putting his hand up to your face. “Hm, nah i definitely have” 

“Have you?” he asked. 

You looked up at him. “Mm-mm, not a huge fan of hookups” 

“Anyways” you quickly changed the subject. 

“Never have I ever gotten…really good head?” 

“I have” he responded almost immediately, taking a bite of his food shortly after. “It was a really long time ago though” 

You nodded in response. You could feel his eyes on you. 

“Have you?” He demanded. You looked up for a couple seconds. You just shook your head, too embarrassed to speak. 

“What about Satoru, I thought that-”

“I think Satoru would rather die than eat a pussy” You giggled.

“So he’s never…” He shook his head insinuating that you knew what he was talking about. 

“Stop, it's embarrassing enough as it is, I’m just weird about how I’d…” you paused. “Taste down there” 

Suguru’s eyes were still fixated on you, causing you to dart yours around the room so you didn’t have to hold eye contact with him.

“Look at me” he whispered. You looked at him for about a second before your eyes darted away again. He scooted closer to you and cupped your chin. 

“Do I make you nervous?” he asked softly, staring into your soul. You slowly nodded. 

“Words, baby” your stomach churned at the pet name, his eyes looking down to your lips then back up to your eyes.

“Yes, you make me nervous” You whispered. 

“God, I really wanna kiss you right now” He said, the space between your bodies coming to a close. 

“Do it then” 

He placed his lips onto yours, hungrily grabbing the side of your neck as he deepened the kiss. You’d been wanting to kiss him since the moment you’d caught him eyeing you while you did your makeup before heading out earlier tonight. He then grabbed your ass and pulled you on top of him as a small groan escaped his lips, your hips immediately grinding against his. 

“Someone’s eager” he teased. 

“Shut up” you rolled your eyes before re-colliding your lips with his. His large hands proceeded to pull your tank tops’ straps off your shoulders, causing the frail fabric to fall, exposing your breasts. Suguru pulled away from the kiss and locked eyes with you. 

“May I?” He asked, with a pleading look in his eyes. You nodded. 

“I’m gonna need you to be vocal with me” He whispered, his warm breath hitting your bare skin. 

“What do you want?” He looked up at you, placing gentle kisses along your chest. 

“I want you to touch me, Suguru” You sighed. You felt him smile against your as softly kissed down your neck and shoulders, eventually reaching your breasts. His tongue circled around your nipple before fully taking it into his mouth. He moaned as he continued to pleasure you, the vibrations sending chills all throughout your body. 

“Fuck Suguru..” You breathed out. His eyes shot up at you, a smug smile smeared all over his face. 

“Did that feel good?” he panted. “I need words this time, angel” He warned, kissing your chest. 

“Yes, it felt really nice” You whispered. “Good”. He quickly pecked your lips. 

“It’s getting late, I should probably head out soon” He spoke, checking the time on his phone. 

“No. You should stay, that is if you want to, of course” 

He slowly glanced up and down at you with low eyes, a smirk starting to form on his lips. 

“I thought you’d never ask” 

He gently rubbed your clothed thighs with his thumbs. “We should probably move this to your room” 

Your heart dropped at his words. 

“Um…okay” 

He proceeds to get up with you still in his lap. “Hang on” He cautioned, adjusting your legs around his torso. Smiling up at you as he walked to your room, you kissed him. Entering your bedroom, he gently sets you down on the bed. Immediately climbing on top of you, he kissed down your stomach,  nearing the waistband of your sweatpants. Your body tensed up as his lips inched closer and closer to your cunt. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, stopping what he was doing as he noticed your uncomfortability. 

“Yeah, I’m just nervous”

“I got you, you don’t need to be nervous with me” He reassured. “Tell me you want this” 

“I need this” you said, your breath heaving. He slowly but surely pulled your pants off and along with your panties. Moving at a tantalizingly slow pace, his lips met with your inner thighs. 

“Suguru, you’re teasing” You complained. 

“Stop squirming then” 

You rolled your eyes at him. 

“The only time I wanna see your eyes roll is when I’m making you feel good, Understood?” He asked. 

“Mhm” You nodded. “That’s not a word, angel” he said sternly. 

“Yes, I understand” 

“Good” he whispered. 

He placed light kisses on your swollen clit before plunging his tongue deep into your pussy. You let out a loud yelp, your hand reaching for the back of his head. 

“Mmm, feels so good” You breathed out. Your grip tightened on his silky long black hair as he flicked his tongue back and forth on your clit, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

“Oh my god, fuck!” you screamed, small whimpers and pleads following shortly after. 

“You taste so good, baby” He mumbled against your sensitive cunt, sending you into a whole other universe. 

“Suguru I’m- fuck.. I’m gonna cum..” 

“Cum for me, sweetheart” his voice was really all you needed in that moment to reach your orgasm. You felt your legs shake as your high sent electricity rushing through your veins. 

“Hey, don’t pass out on me” He chuckled, moving a few strands of hair out of your face. “You okay?” 

“Mhm, that was really good” 

“I’m glad, you taste amazing” He smiled. You pulled his head down to your level so you could kiss him, his tongue slid past your lips and you could taste a bit of your juices on him. 

“I need to be inside of you” He took his pants off and you gasped at how big he was. 

“Wait, don’t you want me to-” he cut you off. “No, I just need to feel you” 

He aligned his tip with your entrance, slowly pushing himself into you.

“Oh” you moaned as he bottomed out inside you, his tip hitting your cervix. Your eyes fluttered shut as he began thrusting in and out of you. 

“Open your eyes, baby. Look at me.” he said. You opened your eyes and stared directly into his. 

“Keep ‘em on me…fuck you’re so tight” He groaned. The room was filled with nothing but your moans and his grunts as he thrusted deeper and deeper into your soaked cunt. 

“You feel so good” You moaned. 

“I know. You're taking me like such a good slut, aren’t you?” He smiled. You nodded. 

He tightly wrapped his hand around your neck. “Use your fucking words, slut” his voice grew darker, turning you on even more. 

“Yes Sugu.. fuck” you choked.

“Tell daddy how good of a slut you are.” 

“I’m a good fuckin’ slut for daddy!” you yelled. His hand around your neck and him plowing his cock so deep into you was all too much for you to take. You placed a hand on his abdomen in an attempt to push him out. He grabbed both your hands and pulled them forward to keep you in place from moving away from him, giving him leverage to fuck you deeper.

“No, you’re gonna take it like a good whore” He whispered in your ear. A deep groan escaped his mouth as he felt you clench around him. 

“You’re getting close, aren’t you?” He asked. 

“Yes” you exhaustedly responded before he pulled out of you. 

“Come here.” he grabbed your waist and lowered you onto his length. 

“Holy fuck..” you exclaimed as his tip repeatedly slammed into your cervix. 

“Sugu- it’s too much, I can’t” you cried. 

“Yes you can, baby” He roughly grabbed your hips, slamming his cock up into you. 

“Fuck daddy, I’m gonna cum again” 

“Hold on angel, not yet” 

You moans turned to gibberish as you to conjure up your words but you were overtaken by the pleasure of Suguru fucking you from beneath. 

“Please I need it, I’ve been so good” 

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum” he grunted. 

“I can’t hold it any longer, I need you daddy please” 

“You greedy whore, you wanna cum for me?” 

“Mhm, I need to. So bad” 

“Cum for me, slut” 

You slam your hips down onto him, your orgasm taking over you as you screamed his name so much, the neighbors probably knew it by now. Your head rested on his shoulder, the only thing that could be heard in the room were your heavy breaths. 

“Hey, look at me” he said, cupping your face. “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah, I gotta pee though” You slowly got off of him, Your legs almost immediately giving out as you got up from the bed. Suguru stared at your naked body whilst you walked into the bathroom. 

“Stop staring at my ass, Suguru” you chuckled. 

“I was not” he denied. You looked back at him. “Sure you weren’t” 

You both laid in your bed, he planted the occasional forehead kisses as you cuddled in the dark. 

“Just FYI, Alicia was the one who kissed me tonight. Not the other way around” he informed. You looked up at him, examining his expression and you could tell he was being genuine. 

“Why are you telling me this?” you asked.

“You seemed upset when you saw us and I just wanted to clear the air”

You nodded. “I don’t even know why I was upset, I guess I was just drunk” 

“Sureeeee” he dragged out his word. 

“You piss me off, I’m going to bed” you said, turning away from Suguru. 

“Come here” he pulled you closer to his chest. 

“Good night, baby” he whispered. 

“Good night, Sugu” 

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just this once ~g.s~

Content warnings: angst, mentions drug-use, mentions relapsing, smut (MDNI), service dom! geto, oral (both receiving), praise, degradation, rough sex, piv unprotected sex, make-up sex (YES GAWWDDD), gn! reader (reader does have a vagina), overstimulation, creampie (for LACK of a better term great heavens), and a little fluff for my sappy hoes

word count: 2.8k (ik it’s kinda long, bare w me)

(a/n: in this fic, just imagine geto being HEAVILY tattooed, i could not find any reference pics so the gif will have to do i fear. also i barely proofread this so i apologize in advance for any typos)

You had just gotten home after a long day at work and all you wanted to do was relax in bed with your boyfriend. You walked into the house and were met with Suguru’s cat Yuki laying in the dead center of the living room. Her head poked up as she saw you walking through the door, causing her to run over to you. You crouched to the floor, petted her, and kissed the top of her head before something caught the corner of your eye. A small pack of cigarettes was hidden under a napkin in the small trash can that sat by your front door.

“Suguru?” You called, your voice ricocheting off the walls.

“Suguru!” The disappointment in your voice was prominent. Suguru had been going through a rough patch and he developed unhealthy habits since his failed assignment of protecting a young girl by the name of Riko Amanai.

After inspecting the entirety of your home, you finally found him sitting out on the patio. It was like he immediately sensed your presence and arose from his seat to greet you.

“Hi baby” He smiled, leaning to kiss you but you pushed him away.

“Are you smoking again?” You asked, your hand flying up to scratch your forehead to try and comprehend how this could’ve possibly happened.

“What? Sweetheart, what are you talking about?”

You scoffed at his response. “Don’t “sweetheart’ me right now Suguru, just answer the question”

“No, I’m not. Why would you think that?” His tone was rattled.

You nodded as you pulled the empty box of cigarettes out from your back pocket and waved them in his face.

“I found these in the trash can by the front door”

“They’re not mine, I swear”

“Don’t bullshit me right now” You said, staring directly into his brown eyes.

“I’m not, they’re Nanami’s. He was here a few hours ago”

“Okay” You nodded. “So if I were to call Nanami right now he would tell me that these were his?”

Suguru was quiet for a second. No longer making eye contact with you, he shrugged and nodded.

“Let’s see about that”

You pulled out your phone and scrolled through your contact list searching for Nanami’s contact. You clicked on his name and stared at Suguru, who was trying his best no to look at you as the phone rang. After about 3 rings, a deep voice was heard coming from the other side of the line.

(R= Reader, N= Nanami)

N: I’m working

R: Hey sorry, were you here today by any chance?

N: No, I’ve been at work since morning. I’m actually working overtime today

R: That’s weird, I was told otherwise. Anyways, sorry for bothering you at work

N: It’s no problem, and uh… is Geto okay?

R: He’s fine Kento, thanks. Bye

N: Alright

*End call*

“You are so full of shit” You shook your head at Suguru, who was now staring at the floor below him, praying it would swallow him whole after he had just been caught in a lie. He exhaled deeply before attempting to walk closer to you, the unpleasant smell of tobacco hitting your nostrils.

“Don’t crowd me, you reek” You softly spoke, walking away from him.

For the record, you weren’t upset that he relapsed. You were upset that he felt comfortable enough to lie to you about it after you had both made it clear that honesty, openness, and communication were the biggest you needed to work on to make the relationship last.

A couple hours later, you were in the kitchen making dinner. You had forgotten that what you had planned on eating that night was Suguru’s favorite food, Zaru Soba. Somehow, preparing it made you even more upset. Soft footsteps were heard descending the stairs and you immediately dreaded having to be in the same room as him.

His arms snaked around your waist as he rested his head on your shoulder, planting a soft kiss upon it. Suguru was notorious for being extremely clingy after arguments and/or disagreements, he HATED seeing you upset. Especially if he was the reason for your negative emotions. With his head still resting on your shoulder, he looked up at your eyes before looking back at the cutting board in front of you.

“This looks really good, babe” He said.

You swatted his arms from around you as you walked over to the pantry to return everything you had used to cook.

He scoffed at you. “The Silent Treatment, seriously?”. The silence grew a little more deafening as the only noise that occurred was the food hitting the bowls you were serving it into. You pushed a bowl over to Suguru because even if you were extremely upset with him, you still loved him…with every inch of your being. You slowly picked at your food, not feeling much of an appetite.

“Can you at least say something? Us not talking is killing me right now” he finally spoke up.

“I don’t have anything to say, Suguru”

“That wasn’t exactly your case earlier though, was it?” He muttered under his breath, but it was loud enough for you to hear.

“Go to hell” You said, before exiting the kitchen and making your way upstairs to your bedroom, locking the door behind you.

Tears slowly poured out from your eyes, but it was like as soon as you dried your eyes, even more tears came streaming down.

“Y/N?” Suguru’s voice called from the other side of the door. The door slowly opened and he peeked his head in. How the hell did he open the- wait- he’s a sorcerer.

He walked into the room and stood right next to the door.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that” He scanned your face to see if you were going to say anything.

“Look, I fucking relapsed okay? Is that it? Is that what you wanted to hear?” The sound of his voice raising at you caused you to cringe. He’d never raised his voice at you until tonight.

He took a deep breath before continuing “I’ve been through a lot of shit these past couple of months, and I don’t need you berating me for a minor setback”

“I’m not berating you, I’m just upset and angry that you felt the need to lie to me about something this serious”

He covered his face with his hands. “It was a couple fuckin’ cigarettes, babe”

“The whole fuckin’ pack is not a couple, Suguru. I’m worried about you”

“I’m fine” He huffed.

“No you’re not, you and I both know that”

“I’m your partner and I love you. When shit like this happens, please talk to me. We’ve been together for almost 3 years and we’ve always told each other that we would ALWAYS confide each other with our problems. I don’t know it’s just… I feel like you might not trust me anymore”

He slowly walked towards the bed and sat right next to you, wiping a tear from your eye and bringing your hand up to his mouth to kiss it.

“That is not true, I trust you more than anyone in this whole world. I-” he paused. “Since I took some time off from work and since you’ve been picking up more shifts at the bakery, you’ve been really stressed and busy and I just didn’t wanna bother you with my shit”

Your heart dropped to your stomach as you heard the last words of that sentence. How could the love of your life ever feel like he would be a burden to you?

“You’d never be a burden, my love”

“God, I love you” He said, his eyes sparkling with tears.

“I love you too” You said back, before he gently placed his lips onto yours, His arms immediately reaching for your waist and yours immediately reaching for his neck. He leaned forward, his broad, fit frame landing right on top of you. The kiss grew hungrier as you spread your legs to feel just how much he was hardening from above you. Suguru pulled away from your lips, kissing down your neck, then your shoulders. Creeping closer and closer to your chest. You flipped the switch, causing you to now be straddling him. His wrists pinned to the bed. You reached for the hem of his t-shirt, eagerly pulling it over his head. Your hands explored his tattooed torso and left slow delicate kisses all down his body until you got closer and closer to the waistband of his briefs. He stopped you as you reached for his sweats.

“What are you doing?” He asked, in a rather confused tone.

“You always take care of me, let me take care of you for once” You responded, smiling up at him.

“You really don’t have to do that”

“I want to though, you never let me get you off” You said, reaching into his boxers.

“That’s because watching you get off helps me get off” His words were followed by a sharp gasp as your cold hand met his erection.

“Let me do this for you, baby. Just this once” You whispered into his ear.

You placed your lips back onto his as you stroked his hard cock through his boxers.

“Ngh, fuck” he moaned out.

You proceeded to pull his pants and boxers off at once and were shocked by how pre-cum he’d already leaked. You licked him from the base of his cock up until the tip and took his entire length into your mouth. Slowly moving your head up and down as Suguru lost his mind from under you. You looked up at him for a split second and saw his head thrown back as he let out different whimpers and cuss words, praising you for how amazing your mouth felt on his throbbing cock.

“Ngh, fuck sweetheart”

The closer he got to his orgasm, the more you teased his tip just enough to send him over the edge. He lifted your head off of him by grabbing your chin, he kissed you sloppily not having a care in the world that you were just going down on him less than a second ago.

“You are so fuckin’ sexy” He said to you. “Get on your back for me, angel”

He smiled down at you as you did what he said. “I love it when you do as you’re told, so good for me”

He had practically ripped off every article of clothing you had on, leaving your body completely exposed. He planted innocent kisses on stomach, neck, and shoulders. He was barely even touching you but he just knew what spots would make you tick.

“Suguru please, I- I need you”

“Patience, my love”

Suguru began moving lower, planting kisses on your inner thighs. Creeping closer to where you really needed him, you were practically in heat waiting for him to stop teasing you. After what felt like a million lifetimes of waiting, he was finally paying attention to your soaked, aching core. He slowly licked in between your wet folds and mainly focused his tongue on your swollen clit. Flicking it back and forth with his tongue before sucking on it with a little more pressure than usual. As your clit kept his tongue occupied, he slid one of his fingers into your wet cunt, earning a choked out gasp from your mouth.

“F-fuck” was all you could manage to get out, considering every cohesive thought was being washed out of your brain from how good his mouth felt on your pussy.

“Oh my…fuck Suguru!” You squealed, attempting to close your legs from your clit having grown way too sensitive but he pried your legs open with his forearms and held them open. The lewd noises exiting your mouth were the only form of response you had to how badly he was manhandling you.

“Ungh, shit baby I’m getting cl- fuck i’m gonna cum”

“D-don’t s-stop, FUCK” you screamed.

He sat upright and the sight of his mouth and chin covered in your juices made you wetter than you already were. He crawled up to you, tenderly kissing you, letting you taste yourself off of his tongue.

“I need more of you, like right now”

“Your wish is forever my command, sweetheart”

He begins pulling his hair back but you stop him.

“No, leave it down. You look hot”

He smiled at you before lining himself up with your entrance. He slowly pushed himself into you, your back automatically arching and a high-pitched squeal immediately leaving your mouth. Suguru cupped your face and stared directly into your eyes.

“It’s okay baby, I got you. You’re okay”

“Oh my god, you feel so g-good”

He responded by planting a kiss on your forehead as he fucked you harder. Your eyes involuntarily began rolling to the back of your head.

“Uh-uh, eyes on me sweetheart, look at me while I fuck you”

You look up at him with the most cockdrunk look in your eyes, the sweat beads on his forehead and the way his long hair fell perfectly made you want to have this man’s babies right then and there. You attempted to say something but it came out as random babbles because the only thing you could truly think about was how good Suguru’s hard cock felt repeatedly pounding into your drenched pussy.

“I know baby, I know” He lightly smiled. “You’re taking me so well, you like being a good slut for me?”

You lazily nodded. “I need to hear your words”

“I like being a g- g- fuck that feels so good”

He chuckled. “That’s not what I asked you, angel”

“Ungh fuck, I love being a good s-slut f- for you”

He groaned in response and you felt a slight twitch in his cock, hinting that he was nearing his orgasm.

“Are you close?” You asked him, he slowly nodded.

“Y-Yeah why?”

“I wanna c-, fuck I need to cum with you”

“No, you cum first”

Suguru always insisted on making you cum first, he didn’t give a damn if he had to edge himself for hours, he just always needed you to get off first.

“You are so fucking s-stubborn”

“Was that attitude you were just giving me?” He asked. “Huh?”

He increased the speed and pressure at which he fucked you, it felt so overwhelmingly good your eyes were rolled so far back, you swore you couldn’t see for a minute straight.

“Oh my fucking godddddd, fuck Suguru. D-don’t stop, I’m gonna c- oh fuck”

“You are so fuckin’ t-tight angel”

The only noises filling the room were yours and Suguru’s moans, along with the sound of this skin loudly slapping against yours.

“I-I’m c-cumminggggg fuck!” You reaching your high didn’t stop him from continuing to fuck you at an abnormal pace and force.

“Fuck I need to cum inside you, baby” He said, cupping the side of your face.

Suguru was fucking you harder than he ever had in your 2 and a half years of having been together.

“You’re so good for me, taking all of me like the cock-slut you are. Tell me what you are, baby”

“I’m your c-cock-slut”

He groaned as his thrusts got sloppier.

“I’m yours, fuck I’m all yours”

“Shit angel, I’m so close”

“Cum inside me Suguru, I need it. I need you, please. I wanna feel all of it”

He let out a loud grunt as he blew his thick white load of cum into your tight throbbing cunt.

“Holy fuck” You exclaimed as he fucked his cum deeper into you.

“I think you’re trying to break me tonight” You laughed.

He passionately kissed you as he slowly laid next to you.

“I’m sorry” He said.

“For what?” You looked up at him.

“Lying to you”

“It’s okay Sugu, I understand why you did it”

“I love you, you know that?”

You nodded, smiling like a kid in a candy store.

“I love you too”

He kissed your forehead, then your lips.

The room fell into a comfortable silence when Suguru just had a sense that your mind wasn’t clear.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked.

“Sex”

He scoffed. “You slut, we just had sex”

You slapped his chest before laughing.

“No but I um..I just wanna ask you something”

“What is it?”

“How come you never…?

“How come I never let you go down on me?”

You covered your face in embarrassment. ‘Yeah?”

“I just get more pleasure from making you feel good”

“So you hate when I give you head?”

“No baby, that is not what I’m saying. You give amazing head but I just prefer taking care of you, don’t feel selfish though, I know how you get”

“So you’re like a…service dom?”

“And what the hell is that?”

“It’s someone whose main focus is making their partner feel good in the bedroom, so they kinda like prioritize their partner’s pleasure” You explained.

“Um…I guess that’s what I am then”

“Yeah, you sure are”

He rolled his eyes.

“Whatever you say, angel” He softly kissed your forehead before you both dozed off.

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Please don't skip , help my daughter to leave Gaza 🍉 Please donate and share it 🙏 ❤️

Save my daughter to leave Gaza 🍉🍉

Hello, I am Alaa from Gaza, 27 years old, and a mother of a baby.I was living a happy life with my husband and pregnant with my first child, but on October 7, my life was turned upside downI was displaced from my home on the first day and lived in my family’s home with my husband and I. I was pregnant with my daughter and went through the worst conditions. There was a siege, food shortages, and water pollution. During my pregnancy, many of the houses near us were bombed, and the smell of death affected my daughter and the smell of gunpowder, which put my daughter’s life at risk in light of the tragic conditions of the hospitals.

On December 24, my husband’s and my house was bombed and completely destroyed by Israeli raids. My husband and I became homeless.On January 23, the occupation launched a ground campaign against the place where I live, which forced us to flee within 5 hours. I fled, leaving my husband behind as he did not want to leave his city.It was a difficult displacement journey as I was carrying my daughter in the seventh month and I fled on foot for a distance of about 20 kilometers under enemy fire and shelling.

My child and I faced great difficulty during the displacement as There was no clean food or drink and a lack of vitamins. On February 27, I received the news of my husband's death in an Israeli raid. My daughter became an orphan before she was born. After the bitterness of loss and sadness, specifically on March 19, on a rainy night and under bombardment, the time for delivery came. It was one of the most difficult nights, as there was no doctor, and there was no continuation to go to the hospital. The sounds of explosions filled the place. After we arrived at the hospital, there was no adequate medical care, whether from doctors, cleanliness, or any needs for a pregnant woman. After hours of waiting and providing a doctor, I gave birth under the most difficult conditions, as there were no clothes for my daughter in light of the aggression. I suffered from the lack of a bed to sit on after giving birth. The delivery process was extremely difficult, as if I had escaped death again and God had blessed me with my daughter Fatoum. I was displaced again, she and I, to the unknown, and we live in a tent that does not protect from the cold of winter or the heat of summer. Due to malnutrition and poor living conditions, my daughter is exposed to chronic skin diseases and intestinal infections. Therefore, help me and my daughter to escape death and bear the burdens of life.🍉❤️

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Hi, my name is Naomi, and I’m from Texas. I’m organizing this fundraiser on behalf of my friend, Ahmed Abu Al-Rish, who is in Gaza. This fundraiser is meant to help him and his family escape the genocide.

“Hello, my name is Ahmed, 19 years old from Gaza. I finished high school with a high average and a very good grade, and because of the genocide war on Gaza, I was deprived of enrolling in university. I had dreams and ambitions to study photographic design, but I was deprived of all of that because of the genocide war on Gaza. I was living the best days of my youth. But with the beginning of this war, I became unable to live my normal life. At least our warm house sheltered me and my family until it was bombed for the first time, that damned night. Our house has become like a ghost town. We continued to seek refuge from death there until we were besieged and displaced from our safety under fire to a tent (shelter) in the bitter cold of winter, with the lack of basic necessities of life (water pollution, high cost of living, disease, insect infestation,

‏malnutrition,

‏Difficulty of movement, overcrowding), and many other daily difficulties, especially with the significant increase in prices. This was not the first time we had to be displaced. We moved again from a tent in Rafah to another tent in Khan Yunis. I then returned to our destroyed home to repair what we could to find shelter for my family, despite not having all the basic necessities of life (destroyed sanitation infrastructure and water lines, destroying any form of life). Please help me achieve my dream of completing my academic career at university and for my family to survive this genocide and escape to a safe place. And travel ❤️❤️”

Here’s the link: https://gofund.me/c4472150

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not that kind of movie | S.R.

movie night takes an interesting turn - for the better, definitely

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: smut (18+ mdni) content warnings: the movie in question is metropolis, fingering, soft dom!spencer, i really don't know that there's anything else, kissing, they probably fucked after this, very slightly proofread, if this is incoherent let's just pretend it is. word count: 1.45k a/n: just a fun little fic i typed out tonight. also chip taylor gif spotted. i'm so tired i have nothing else to say for myself.

If you were being entirely honest with yourself, you were struggling to keep your eyes open during the movie.

As a result of a very intense rock, paper, scissors game, Spencer had been the one to choose the movie that you watched tonight. The movie he had chosen just so happened to be in a foreign language – German – that your boyfriend was attempting to learn. Your lack of German comprehension combined with the black-and-white film put you in a rough spot, you were in serious danger of falling asleep on the couch.

Spencer wouldn’t hold it against you if you did happen to drift off, but it felt rude. He never fell asleep during any of your film selections, and just because you didn’t understand the content didn’t mean you couldn’t respect the cinematography of the old-timey dystopian. “Are you falling asleep?” He whispered, adjusting the blanket that had been tossed over the two of you so that you were fully covered.

Shaking your head stubbornly, “No, ‘m watching the movie,” you insisted, prying your eyes open to focus on the screen in front of you and trying to figure out who was Freder and who was Joh.

“Good, keep watching,” Spencer said softly before pulling at your legs, leaving them draped across his lap as his fingers ghosted over the waistband of your pajama shorts. He looked over at you and in the dark of the living room, you were grateful he couldn’t see the flush of your cheeks. “Watch the movie,” he murmured, moving to trail his fingers up your thigh.

Your breathing hitched as his hand stopped, and as he started to massage the inner part of your thigh, you let your head fall to the side. “You’re distracting me,” you protested, smiling despite yourself while his fingers moved closer and closer to your core.

He hummed in response, “I thought this could help you stay awake,” he offered knowingly.

“Can’t hurt to try,” you concurred happily, extremely content with the turn of events that your movie night had taken – even if Metropolis wasn’t that kind of movie. You sighed as Spencer’s fingers deftly nudged your shorts to the side, using his hand to rub you over the flimsy fabric of your underwear.

In your periphery, you watched Spencer turn his attention back to the movie, his lips moving as his brain translated the words as they came from the speakers.

Taking a deep breath, you looked back at the television, your brain was fuzzier than ever, but at least now you were enjoying yourself, “Spence,” you whimpered, wanting more of him.

To your chagrin, his movements slowed, “Shh, watch the movie,” he told you, “You have to pay attention, or I’ll stop.”

You groaned before turning your head, watching the fuzzy black and white screen as robots started to take over and you realized you had no idea what the plot of this film was, “Please don’t stop,” you breathed, gasping when his fingers pushed your panties off to the side. You considered offering to take your shorts and underwear off, but you were too afraid of him stopping to even bring it up.

The volume of the movie was barely loud enough to cover up the soft, breathy noises that came from you as Spencer trailed his index finger up your slit before settling his hand on you, the elastic of your panties keeping his hand close as he pressed his thumb to your clit. You bit your lip to keep quiet as he started to move his thumb in slow, tantalizing circles, a small chuckle coming from him as your hips bucked up involuntarily, “Poor baby,” he said, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Feels good,” you mumbled, trying to keep from closing your eyes and just focusing on the pleasure you were receiving. “More,” you beckoned, taking a chance and flickering your eyes over to where he was sitting. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was simply enraptured with the film instead of having some sort of anti-staring contest while playing with you on the couch.

Not making any move to change what he was doing, Spencer seemingly ignored you, “You’ll get there, angel. I’ll let you come in a bit.”

With the promise of an orgasm in your near future, you decided you could toughen out the remainder of the film. This would be true if he would do anything but drag his thumb in annoyingly slow circles around your clit.

Resigning yourself to another thirty minutes of torture, you focused back on the screen, where you had definitely missed an important plot point. You had no idea when they ended up underground, “Ah!” You said, clamping your hand over your mouth as Spencer had decided to slip his index finger inside of your cunt, “Fuck, Spence,” you said, voice muffled by your own palm.

“Uncover your mouth,” Spencer told you, too far away to move your hand on his own, “I like to listen to you.”

His words sent your stomach into a flurry of somersaults, only spurred on by the calculated movements of his finger as it slipped deeper into you, knuckle by knuckle, until your warm walls wholly enclosed his finger. “Jesus,” you breathed, moaning as his hand moved, slipping his digit in and out of you with ease.

A strained breath from your boyfriend told you that he was having a hard time holding himself back, but at some point, he had dedicated himself to dragging this out. “You’re doing so well, just keep watching,” he appeased, “the movie’s almost over.”

You weren’t entirely sure you believed him until he sunk his finger back into you, using his fingertip to swirl around your inner walls, hitting a spot that made your eyes roll into the back of your head. “Mm,” you whined, “that’s nice.”

“Yeah?” He asked knowingly, “You like letting me touch you on the couch? All splayed out and pretty for me?”

Not that you’d ever admit this to him, but you sometimes thought he could make you come just from his words alone. Of course, that information would not be used to your benefit, “Yes,” you answered, ignoring the way your cheeks flushed, “Yeah, baby.”

Spencer hummed and your breath caught in your throat as a second finger slipped inside of you, joining the other one in its crusade to bring you to an orgasm, “That was a good answer.” His words did nothing to slow your racing heart, any thought of the movie was a distant memory as all it did was provide a slight glow around the living room.

Afraid of finishing before the conclusion, you reached down and grabbed Spencer’s wrist as his fingers continued their taunting rhythm, but it felt so good, and he was taking such good care of you, that you couldn’t stop his ministrations.  

“Are you alright?” Spencer asked making note of the way your hand gripped his wrist, continuing his movements when you assured him you were okay, “Oh,” he murmured, voice dripping in mock pity, “Do you wanna come?”

You nodded despite the fact that he couldn’t see you, writhing on the couch as you mumbled an affirmation and gasping when his thumb returned to its home on your clit, resuming the slow circles from before and slowly driving you toward insanity as your orgasm built in your lower belly, “Spence, ‘m gonna…” your voice trailed off as he continued to touch you, the volume of the film rising with your moans.

Not allowing his movements to falter, Spencer focused more of his energy on you, “You can come, baby. It’s alright,” he said, watching you fall apart on his fingers as he rambled on, “There you go, honey.” His fingers slowed to a stop as you caught your breath, just for it to hitch again as his fingers withdrew from your wet heat.

As the world came back into tune, you pulled yourself up to a sitting position and looked at the now black screen. Humming, you shifted over to Spencer, settling yourself in his lap, one knee on each side of him, you tilted your head to the side and smiled at him.

“Did you like the movie?” He whispered, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before moving back.

You nodded, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth, trailing a line of kisses along his jaw line, “One of my favorites,” you murmured against the soft skin of his neck.

Spencer laughed softly at your answer, “Yeah? What was your favorite part?”

Grinning in the dark, you moved your lips up to his ear, “The end.”

[alexwritess]

DO NOT, AND I BEG OF YOU, DO NOT STAY SILENT. ISRAELI HAVE MASSACRED INNOCENT PALESTINIANS IN RAFAH, THEIR SAFE SPACE, THEIR CAMPS WHERE THEY WERE RESIDING. ITS A FUCKING MASSACRE. INNOCENT LIVES HAVE BEEN TAKEN, JUST LIKE THAT. MEN, WOMEN AND CHILDREN HAVE LOST THEIR LOVED ONES JUST LIKE THAT. AND IF YOURE STILL SILENT, SHAME ON YOU. SERIOUSLY.

[alexwritess]

BACK TO YOU

this is the second part to my last post so read part 1 here

Contents: mention murder, criminal minds themes, angst, fluff, happy ending

You were awoken by soft ruffling, as your eyes adjusted, you turned to where Spencer was and were met with an empty bed. Your heart sank a little.

“Spence?” you softly called, he walked out of your bathroom and paused when he saw you sitting up in bed.

“Shit did I wake you?” he asked. “I’m sorry”

You rubbed your eyes in an attempt to adjust them to the daylight.

“No you didn’t” you paused for a split second. “Wait, where are you going?” You asked in a concerned tone.

“Work, we just got a case”

You try your best to contain your annoyance. This wasn’t the first time Spencer’s job cut your time together short, it had often happened during dates or even before. It felt like a punch in the gut to get canceled on at the last minute when you’d spent HOURS getting ready to see him.

Spencer stood in the doorway, his tie still in hand, his expression torn between duty and desire. "I'm sorry, but I have to go," he said softly, his eyes pleading with you to understand.

Your frustration simmered beneath the surface as you crossed your arms, your voice tinged with irritation. "Of course, you do. Duty calls, right? Always comes first."

"I wish it didn't have to be this way," Spencer replied, his tone heavy with regret as he took a step closer to you.

"Well, it is," you retorted, your patience wearing thin. "You know, I thought last night might’ve meant something to you."

"It did, of course it meant something to me" Spencer insisted, his heart heavy with the weight of his conflicting emotions. "But I have responsibilities, you understand that, don't you?"

You let out a frustrated sigh, your resolve hardening. "I understand that, but you always put your job before everything else. You know what? Just go"

Spencer's shoulders slumped in defeat as he realized the depth of your disappointment. With a heavy heart, he turned to leave, knowing that this argument would linger long after he had gone.

-

The conference room buzzed with tension as Spencer’s mind drifted, his thoughts consumed by the argument he'd had with you earlier that morning. Despite the urgency of the case the team was working on, his attention faltered, his focus fractured by the weight of your unresolved conflict.

Across the table, his colleagues exchanged theories and observations about the latest string of murders, their voices blending into a background hum as Spencer struggled to silence the inner turmoil raging within him.

"Reid, you with us?" Hotch's voice cut through the haze, pulling Spencer back to the present moment.

"Sorry, what were you saying?" Spencer asked, his brow furrowing in confusion.

"We were discussing the unsub's pattern," JJ replied, concern flickering in her eyes as she studied her colleague and best friend.

As the team delved deeper into the details of the case, Spencer forced himself to concentrate, his analytical mind piecing together fragments of information in an effort to contribute to the investigation. But try as he might, his thoughts kept drifting back to the argument he'd had with you, the words you’d exchanged echoing in his mind like a relentless refrain.

Hours passed in a blur of interviews and forensic analysis, each passing moment only serving to deepen Spencer's sense of unease. Finally, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the team reconvened at the BAU headquarters, a breakthrough emerged from the chaos of their investigation.

"We've identified a potential suspect," Rossi announced, his voice brimming with quiet confidence. "He fits the profile, and we have reason to believe he's still in the area."

With renewed determination, the team jumped into action, their focus honed on apprehending the perpetrator before he could strike again. But even as they worked tirelessly to bring the case to a close, Spencer's thoughts remained fixated on the rift between the both of you, a weight that seemed to grow heavier with each passing moment.

As the night wore on, Spencer found himself unable to shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at his insides, his mind consumed by the need to reconcile with the woman he was was starting to love. With a heavy heart, he dialed your number, his fingers trembling slightly as he waited for you to pick up.

"Hey," your voice was soft, your tone tinged with apprehension.

"I'm sorry," Spencer blurted out, his words tumbling forth in a rush. "I shouldn't have just left that. I want you to know that I care about you, more than anything and I really want this to work out”

There was a moment of silence, broken only by the sound of your breathing mingling together across the line.

"I'm sorry too," you replied, your voice choked with emotion. "I let my frustration get the best of me. I care about you too, Spence."

In that moment, the weight that had hung between you lifted, replaced by a sense of understanding and forgiveness. And as you spoke, your voices weaving together in quiet reconciliation, Spencer felt a warmth spreading through his chest, dispelling the lingering shadows of doubt and fear.

With a newfound sense of clarity, Spencer hung up the phone, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he turned his attention back to the case at hand. And as the team closed in on their suspect, bringing an end to the reign of terror that had gripped the city, Spencer couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for the woman who had stood by his side through it all.

As the case drew to a close, Spencer found himself standing on your doorstep, his heart pounding in his chest as he reached out to knock. And as you opened the door, your eyes bright with unshed tears, Spencer knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them together.

With a whispered apology and a gentle embrace, the both of you found solace in each other's arms, your bond stronger than ever before. And as you both leaned in to share a tender kiss, the echoes of your argument fading into the background, Spencer knew that no matter what the future held, you would always find your way back to each other.

[alexwritess]

STAY THE NIGHT

the following contains mature themes!! 18+ ONLY (mdni)

Sypnosis: You and Spencer have been going out for the past couple months but what happens on the night he asks to make it official?

tags: spencer reid x fem!reader, brief mentions of Unsubs, oral sex (f! and m! receiving), piv sex, degradation, praise

You were getting ready for your 4th date with Spencer. The both of you had been going out for the past couple of months and your bond had been growing closer than ever. Spencer texted you last week asking if you were free this weekend because he wanted to take you out again considering you hadn’t seen him in a month, him being a super busy FBI agent and all. In his text, he said to dress casually so you rummaged through your closet trying to pick out an outfit that both you and him would like. You ended up going with some olive green slightly bagged cargo pants and a black long sleeve crop top. After putting on your clothes, you stood in the mirror debating whether or not you liked what you had on.

“Maybe accessories will complete the look” you thought out loud to yourself. You put on a dainty gold chain with a four leaf clover pendant and some gold hoop earrings before giving yourself a nod of approval after having looked in the mirror for a second time. As you were slipping on your platform boots, you heard a knock on the front door of your apartment.

“Shit” you whispered as you made your way over to the door and opened it. Behind it stood Spencer, holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. Sunflowers. He looked at you and smiled.

“Hey, you look beautiful” he said. You eyed his outfit as he completed yours. He wore a green and brown patterned sweater with medium wash jeans and brown converse. His wavy hair looked fluffier than ever and he was wearing glasses.

“Thank you, you don’t look too bad yourself” you responded, smiling back at him.

“These are for you” he handed you the bouquet and your eyes probably lit up from how beautiful the flowers looked.

“You mentioned that you loved sunflowers one time while we passed by a field of them. Also did you know that only 28.33% of people have claimed sunflowers as their favorite flowers? I guess I can say you’re quite a rare breed”

All you did was smile at him because you loved when he’d drop random facts or stats about whatever it is you guys could be talking about.

“These are beautiful Spencer, thank you”

“You’re very welcome” he smiled innocently.

“Alright, you ready to go?” he asked and you nodded. You stepped out of your apartment and locked your door. Even though you’d been technically dating Spencer for the past couple of months, being around him still gave you that rush of adrenaline. Everytime you were with him, you always felt like you could always be your most authentic self.

“How’s work been?” you asked, breaking the silence as you both got into his car.

“The usual, frustrating and interesting. You’d be surprised how many of these unsubs could actually just use a little extra TLC from their parents to stop them from actually becoming serial killers” he chuckled. “Anyways, let’s not talk about my job, what have been up to since the last time I saw you?”.

You sighed. “I haven’t been up to much, I’ve just been working a lot”. One of your favorite songs came up on the radio and you proceeded to turn it up. Spencer usually only listens to classical music and you’ve been trying to put him onto some of your artists but he won’t budge.

“So where are we going tonight?”

“You’ll see” a smirk you knew and loved appeared on his lips.

“Ugh, fine” you said, rolling your eyes sarcastically.

He finally pulled up in a parking lot and you looked around confused.

“Spence?” you called.

“Oh my goodness y/n, just trust me”

“Close your eyes” you did as he said. You felt him grab your hand and lead you in a certain direction. You walked for what felt like years.

“Spencer I’m scared” you nervously spoke.

“We’re almost there” he simply replied.

You took a few more steps and stopped.

“Okay open em”

You opened your eyes and were met with the most beautifully decorated picnic. He got all of your favorite snacks and a charcuterie board.

“Oh my…Spencer this is beautiful” you uttered before kissing his cheek.

“You like it?”

“I love it”

“I knew you would, come on”

You and Spencer sat down, ate, and drank for hours while talking and laughing about different things like the things Morgan would say to him when he went into the office looking even a smidge too tired or JJ and Emily’s comments about how incredibly nerdy he can be. You could feel yourself falling for Spencer. He was a kind hearted gentleman, extremely smart, and not to forget he’s smokin’ hot.

-

After your date, you helped Spencer pack everything back up into his car and he drove you home. He pulled into the parking lot of your apartment building and it was silent for a bit. He stepped out of the car and walked over to your side to open your door.

“Such a gentleman, thank you”

You both walked through the main doors and into the elevator.

“I had a really good time tonight” You said.

“So did I” he responded as the elevator doors opened up on your floor.

“I think I may have had a little too much wine though” You chuckled.

“I did too but I guess I have a bit of a high tolerance”

“Hm…I'm not sure that’s a good thing, Spence”

He laughed and shook his head.

“Yeah maybe not”

You turned around and looked at your apartment door.

“Well this is me”

“Tonight was lovely Spencer, we should definitely do that again”

“Yeah, I’d really like that. Um…which kind of brings me to my next thing”.

“You know we’ve been seeing each other for the past couple months and I’ve loved spending all that time with you which is why I’m asking you if we can make this official”

“Um..I’m gonna need time to think about it”

He nodded. “No, yeah I understand, I wouldn’t wanna put you under all that press-”

“I’m messing with you Spence, I’d love to be your girlfriend”

“Great, cause my heart almost stopped for a second there” He said before dunking his head to place his lips on yours. The kiss quickly escalated and it was like his hands couldn’t help but roam your body. You swiftly opened your apartment door and Spencer eagerly shut it behind him. You began walking backwards not breaking the kiss until the both of you eventually fell onto your bed. He pulled away and simply looked at you. You scanned his eyes trying to figure.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, caressing the side of his face. He shook his head.

“Nothing, you're just really pretty”

“Thank you” you responded, placing your lips back on his own. He reached for your waist and pulled your top over your head, tossing it to a random spot on the floor. You did the same with his sweater. You felt his hands creep lower, undoing the button of your pants so he could remove them. He went back to kiss you on the lips, only more tenderly this time.

“You’re sure you want this?” he asked, his eyes fixated on yours. You slowly nodded.

“I need words, sweetheart” You almost melted at the sound of him calling you sweetheart.

“I want this…I want you”

At the speed of sound, he peeled your underwear off your body and plunged his tongue deep inside you. You let out a breathy moan. He curled his tongue and grazed his top lip over your clit causing you to grip a handful of his hair.

“Fuck” You moaned as your back arched and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You felt two of his long veiny fingers slide into you, you almost screamed due to your body being subdued by his touch. As your high arose and your legs began to shake, he pulled his mouth away from your dripping core.

“Why’d you stop?” You asked eagerly.

“Because I wanna watch you cum around my fingers” he smirked, his fingers beginning to push in and out of you. You were in a haze from how good he felt that you could barely think straight.

“You’re close aren’t you?” he asked in a low raspy voice.

“Yes” you said breathlessly.

“Cum for me, princess” He said, keeping a steady pace and rubbing your clit with his thumb.

“Holy shit…fuck!” You moaned as you reached your orgasm.

He planted a soft kiss on your forehead before kissing your lips.

“I love watching you get off” He whispered, looking straight into your eyes.

“I love that you know what gets me off” You responded. He lightly chuckled.

“It’s easy to tell”

“Did you profile me?” You asked.

“I might’ve”

“So what’d you learn?”

“Well…you’re dominant in different aspects of your life, you’re a lawyer at a top-notch firm, you’re the oldest child, and you provide for yourself…but there’s more to you, deep down inside, there’s a girl that just wants all that power taken away because it gets a little too much sometimes”

“So how’d I do?” He asked and you shrugged.

“You just read me for filth” You chuckled. “I seriously don’t know how I feel about that”

“I can prove it to you” He said.

“Fine”

He laid you back onto the bed and attacked your neck, possibly marking you. You reached for his pants and undid his belt. He pulled away from you and undid his button, pushing his pants off his tall frame. You switched positions, his back now leaning up against your headboard. You pulled his boxers off and were met with his throbbing cock. You grabbed the base of his shaft and slowly circled your tongue around his tip, teasing him a bit. You then took as much of his length as you could into your mouth and stroked the rest with your hand.

“Oh, you’re a fuckin slut” He groaned. You could hear heavy breathing and light whimpers leave his mouth as you continued pumping his length in and out of your mouth. You began to tease his balls as your mouth and tongue only focused on the tip of his cock.

“Fuck, y/n” he whimpered.

You let go of him with a ‘pop’ sound and smiled up at him.

“Come here” He said, kissing you and pulling you on top of him. He swiftly slipped 2 of his fingers inside you and curled them back and forth.

“Oh shit!” You screamed. He then took his fingers out and aligned himself with your entrance. You slowly sunk down on him, a gasp of pain and pleasure exiting your mouth.

“You okay?” He asked.

“Mhm” You nodded. With that, he slowly guided your hips up and down as you began to get lost in pleasure.

“Oh my fucking god!” You screamed out, increasing the pace. You gasped, lifting off of him just a tiny bit.

“What's wrong?” he asked.

“It’s too deep”

He bit his lip and shook his head.

“You can take it” He said, lowering you until all of him was in you. He guided your hips again. He then brought your head down to his shoulder.

“No I can’t” Your voice quivered.

“Yes you can, take it like a good girl” he whispered in your ear.

All you could do was moan as a response.

“There you go, taking it like the slut you are, you’re a good slut for me right?”

“Yes”

“Yes what?”

“Yes sir”

“Tell me what you are”

“I’m a good slut for you, sir”

“Good fuckin girl”

“Fuck, I’m getting close”

“Just a little longer”

“I can’t…shit, please. Spencer I need to cum, I need to cum with you ins-inside m-me”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You gripped his shoulders as you tried to hold yourself back. You pulled your head out the crook of his neck.

“You wanna cum for me, baby?”

You nodded your head. “Use your words”

“Y-yes I w- wanna cum for you”

“Cum for me, princess”

As soon as you heard those words, electricity flowed through your body. The room fell silent and all that filled it was yours and Spencer’s breaths as you both came down from your highs. He looked up at you with those puppy dog eyes you knew and loved.

“You okay?” he asked, caressing your cheek.

You nodded and kissed the palm of his hand. “Yeah, more than okay” You responded and he smiled.

“I’m glad” He said before sweetly kissing your lips.

“It’s late, we should get some sleep”

“We?” You asked.

“Yeah, unless all I was to you was a booty call”

“No, oh my gosh I-”

“I’m messing with you” He laughed.

“Don’t do that” You hit his chest, laughing.

You got off of him and laid down.

He wrapped an arm around your waist and kissed your shoulder before you both drifted off to sleep.