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☆FIRST LOVE [Gojo Satoru]

☆ SUMMARY: Months have passed since you slept with Gojo. And during that time, gojo seemed to avoid you, hurting your feelings in exchange without knowing.

— C.W: Gojo Satoru x female reader , angst to fluff

— WORD COUNT: 2k+

— TAGLIST: @starlightanyaaa @froufrousnowman @101strawberries101 @dazaisfavgf @the-lazy-perfectionist @prettyfacedream

JJK MLIST | GOJO SATORU MLIST

It has been a considerable amount of time since the last interaction you had with Gojo. Days turned into weeks, and then a whole month passed by. And now, two months have gone by since that unforgettable night when the two of you shared an intimate connection after getting a little too tipsy in a bar.

However, ever since that night, something changed. Gojo started to distance himself from you, avoiding any kind of interaction and making a conscious effort to stay out of your way. It's as if he's intentionally ignoring your presence, and any attempts to reach out to him through calls or texts are met with silence, with the messages sitting in the "delivered" status but never being read.

The pain in your heart is almost unbearable. You find yourself constantly questioning what went wrong, racking your brain for any possible misstep or disappointment that could have caused this sudden shift in Gojo's behavior. The thought that the night you shared was a mistake weighs heavily on your mind, causing immense emotional distress and self-doubt.

What makes this pain even more agonizing is the fact that you have harbored deep feelings for Gojo since your teenage years. From the moment you first laid eyes on him, there was an undeniable attraction and admiration that only grew stronger with time. The realization that he may not feel the same way about you is a devastating blow to your heart and soul.

But you find it difficult to place the blame solely on Gojo. After all, he is not just an ordinary person. In the world of jujutsu sorcerers, he holds immense importance and influence. He is widely recognized as the strongest sorcerer, possessing unparalleled strength and abilities. Not only that, but he has been blessed with not just one, but two curse techniques, making him a force to be reckoned with. His very existence has the power to shift the delicate balance of the world.

In contrast, you see yourself as someone insignificant in comparison. While you do possess the ability to see curses, just like Gojo, you feel like a mere observer in the grand tapestry of the jujutsu world. You don't hold any significant position or power, and you struggle to find a sense of usefulness or importance in comparison to someone like Gojo.

But little did you know, gojo had a reason for doing so.

Ever since that night you two shared, gojo started to harbor feelings, he had never felt before, it felt weird. As if butterflies were flying around in his stomach and his heart always skipping a beat when he sees you.

The mere thought of you brought a deep blush to his cheeks, and he couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness whenever he was in your presence. It was as if his entire world had been turned upside down, and he couldn't quite comprehend the intensity of these newfound emotions.

He had never experienced this kind of feeling before, and he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was. It was a strange sensation that consumed him, making him feel like he was on the verge of death if he didn't see you. Thinking he might be sick, he sought out Shoko and poured out his troubles to her.

Sitting in front of Shoko, who calmly sipped her warm coffee, he couldn't contain his panic any longer. "Shoko, I think something's wrong with me. I feel like I'm dying!" he exclaimed, jumping up from his chair and pacing back and forth in the room.

"The mighty Gojo Satoru is sick? That's a first," she joked, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. It was rare to see the strongest sorcerer in such a state of distress.

"I'm serious, Shoko! Every time I see her, I feel strange... My face turns red, my stomach does somersaults, and my heart skips a beat!" he whined, desperation evident in his voice. "Am I going to die, Shoko?"

Shoko looked at him with wide eyes, taking a moment to process his words before asking, "Do you mean y/n?"

Gojo nodded, his expression filled with worry. "Yeah..."

Setting her coffee down on a nearby table, Shoko turned to Gojo with a mischievous smirk. "Oh no! You‘re going to die satoru." she sarcastically exclaimed.

Gojo's eyes dropped immediately as his panic intensified. "What? But I can't die yet... I'm still young."

Narrowing her eyes at him, Shoko chuckled softly. Gojo approached her, placing his hands on either side of her, trapping her against the chair. "Why are you laughing?!" he shouted, his grip on the chair tightening.

"Do you want to know the name of your sickness, Satoru?" Shoko asked, leaning against her palm.

"Of course!" he replied eagerly.

"You're lovesick," she stated matter-of-factly.

Gojo's eyes widened at her words. Lovesick? Did that mean he was in love with you? The mere thought of it caused his face to flush a deep shade of red. "W-what!? No, I'm not in love with her," he denied, his voice wavering.

"Look at you, all embarrassed... I can't believe the all-mighty Gojo Satoru has finally fallen in love," Shoko sighed. "I feel bad for y/n."

"What am I supposed to do?! I've never been in love before," Gojo whined, his distress evident.

"Well, talk to her more often, take her out on dates... I don't know much about love, I've never experienced it myself, who knows maybe she‘s feeling the same." Shoko suggested.

"But... I've been ignoring her for the past two months," Gojo confessed.

"Oh," Shoko facepalmed. "Why are you so stupid.“

„I‘m not stupid!“

Suddenly, the door swung open, and you entered the room, clutching some medical papers in your arms. "Shoko, I got the-" you began, but your words trailed off as you looked up and took in the scene before you.

Your heart momentarily stopped as you saw Shoko sitting in the chair, with Gojo leaning over her, his hands on either side of the chair, effectively trapping her inside. A wave of unease washed over you. Had you interrupted something? They were too close for your comfort, and you couldn't help but wonder if there was something going on between them. Was that why Gojo had been ignoring you?

The pain in your heart was palpable, and your once bright smile faded into a crestfallen expression. With a heavy sigh, you cast your gaze downward, unable to bear the sight before you any longer. "Sorry for interrupting," you managed to utter, your voice laced with disappointment and a hint of resignation. "I'll bring the papers back later." Without waiting for a response, you turned on your heels, your footsteps heavy with a mix of sadness and frustration, and closed the door with a loud thud.

"Wait!" you heard a voice call out from behind the door, but you continued walking away, unable to bear the sight of them together. The sound of their voices faded as you distanced yourself from the room.

Meanwhile, inside the room, Gojo removed himself from the chair and took a step back, his gaze fixed on the closed door where you had stood just moments ago. His thoughts were interrupted by a voice, breaking through his contemplation.

"Don't drag me into this," Shoko's voice cut through the silence, her eyes boring into Gojo's. He met her gaze with a glare, unsure of how to respond.

"She probably misunderstood. Go talk to her before it's too late," Shoko advised, her tone firm. "Now, whoosh," she added, pointing her finger towards the door. "Get out."

—-

Over the next few days, something strange happened. Instead of Gojo avoiding you, you found yourself avoiding him. Even though Shoko had encouraged him to talk to you, he still kept his distance. Deep down, Gojo knew he was in love with you, but he didn't know how to act around you.

He was scared of doing something wrong and embarrassing himself. He couldn't quite grasp the fact that he was in love with you. He thought it was just a small crush that would eventually fade away, but it didn't. Every day, he felt more desperate to talk to you, but he couldn't bring himself to approach you.

Then, one day, you bumped into him while he was on his way to a mission. You couldn't take it anymore. Your heart hurt every time you wanted to talk to him but held back. The constant avoidance had taken a toll on you, and the pain of unspoken affection had become unbearable. You couldn't bear the uncertainty anymore and wanted to confess your feelings to Gojo, even if it meant facing rejection. You just wanted closure, hoping that even if he didn't feel the same way, you could move on from this torment.

So, there you were, standing behind Gojo as he walked towards the car that would take him on his mission. He was avoiding you again, but this time, you decided to take a leap of faith. You called out to him, "Satoru!" He flinched and turned to meet your gaze.

"Satoru," you spoke with a shaky breath, "You know, back in our teenage years, I had this crush on you. Silly, right? I mean, I never thought it would lead anywhere. We were friends, and I kept my feelings under wraps. Fast forward to that night we spent together – it felt like a breakthrough. I let myself hope that maybe, just maybe, there was something more between us. But then you started avoiding me like I had the plague, and it hit hard. But, you know, I tried to brush off the awkwardness, thinking maybe I misread things. Yet, every time we crossed paths, it felt like there was this unspoken tension, a lingering question that neither of us dared to ask. I couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted, and it was driving me crazy. So, here's the deal, Satoru – If you don't see us as more than friends, I want you to say it. I'm not asking for poetic rejection; I just need the truth. So, Satoru, whether it's a yes or a no, I just need to hear it. I'm not looking for pity or grand gestures, just a straightforward answer.“

Your breath hitched with each word. Your gaze, usually steady, faltered, found solace in staring at the ground, avoiding the intensity of his eyes.

Gojo's eyes widened in surprise as your words hit him. He turned around completely, staring at you in disbelief. His breath hitched, and he felt his heart racing unexpectedly. Your confession catched him off guard,

In an instant, Gojo's initial disbelief transformed into a genuine smile, a glimmer of happiness breaking through. Without a second thought, he closed the distance, wrapping you in a tight embrace. Your attempt to speak was interrupted by his sudden hug,

"I've been an idiot for avoiding this for so long." He whispered

You tried to gently push him back, insisting, "I just need an answer, satoru" but Gojo held on,

"That scene you saw with Shoko wasn't what it seemed," he admitted, a sheepish smile forming. "I was actually talking to her about my feelings for you. I realized I've been an idiot for not realizing it sooner." He continued, "After that night we spent together, I started feeling all weird – butterflies and my heart doing somersaults. I thought I was sick or something, so I avoided you. Stupid, right? But now, I don't want to run away from it anymore. I like you, Y/N."

Your eyes widened at Gojo's unexpected confession. The weight of the unspoken feelings suddenly lifted, "Wait, you... like me?" you stammered, trying to process his words. Gojo chuckled, his hand rubbing the back of his neck

"Yeah, more than I thought. I was just too dense to realize it. And I'm sorry for avoiding you; I thought I was going crazy with those feelings."

Gojo, still smiling, took a step closer. "So, how about we stop avoiding and start enjoying these feelings?" he suggested, his gaze softening. Without waiting for a response, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a gentle, yet lingering kiss.

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#MAYBE IN ANOTHER LIFE? [Gojo Satoru] part III

SUMMARY: Your boyfriend, who you loved more than anything, who was your will to live, broke up with you.

— C.W: ex-boyfriend! Gojo satoru x depressed! female reader , geto suguru x reader , dark themes , suggestive , hurt no comfort.

— WORD COUNT: 4.2k+

— A/N: I wonder what happens next..😋

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Moved on? No..that can’t be true.

The sight before him felt like a nightmare, a cruel twist of fate that tore at his heart. His ocean blue eyes stared deep into his best friend's darker eyes, searching for any sign that this was all a terrible mistake. But his best friend only glanced back at him, devoid of any emotion, as if their actions held no consequence.

This was a betrayal of the highest order in Gojo's eyes. His best friend, the person he had trusted and confided in, had slept with his ex-girlfriend, the same ex-girlfriend who gojo had left for someone better. The pain was like a knife twisting in his chest, leaving him breathless and shattered.

Gojo wiped away the tears that streamed down his face, his mind swirling with a mixture of anger, sadness, and disbelief. He turned away, unable to bear the sight any longer, feeling a deep sense of loss and abandonment. It was as if his entire world had crumbled before his eyes.

As he walked away, his mind wandered back to the past, to the moments when he and you were still together. He remembered the warmth of your presence, the way you fit perfectly in his arms as you lay in bed together. Your bodies intertwined, your chest rising and falling with every breath, and the gentle rhythm of your heartbeat. It was a moment of pure bliss, a moment he had taken for granted.

His eyes were wide open, gazing at your peaceful face. Your eyes closed, your mouth slightly open, and a small droplet of drool escaping from the corner of your lips. Without hesitation, Gojo gently wiped it away, his touch filled with tenderness and love. He pressed you closer to his chest, wanting to protect you from the world, to shield you from any pain.

But now, those memories only served to intensify the agony he felt. He had promised you the world, vowed to be the person you needed and deserved. Yet, he had failed you, repeatedly breaking your heart with his thoughtless actions. He had kissed other women in front of you, disregarding your feelings and causing you immeasurable pain. And yet, you forgave him every time, always giving him another chance, always saying, "It's okay. I forgive you."

You were an incredible person, too good for him. Most women would have walked away, refusing to tolerate such mistreatment. But you saw the good in him, the potential for growth and change. You believed in him, even when he didn't believe in himself. Your kindness and forgiveness were boundless, and he took advantage of that.

And now, he had left you for someone he deemed "better." He claimed that this new person had a stronger mind, a better physical appearance. But those reasons seemed shallow and insignificant compared to the love and devotion you had given him. He had discarded your heart, your everything, for someone who later betrayed him.

The pain of it all was overwhelming. The tears continued to flow down Gojo's face, his heart heavy with regret and self-loathing.

The weight of his actions bore down on Gojo’s shoulders, a heavy burden that threatened to crush him. The pain he felt now mirrored the pain he had inflicted upon you with his thoughtless words. As he walked out of the room, his steps heavy and slow, he couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of remorse and regret.

The hallway stretched before him, a long and seemingly endless corridor that mirrored the vast expanse of his guilt. Each step he took felt like a painful reminder of the hurt he had caused, the trust he had shattered. As he reached the front door, he paused, his hand trembling as he grasped the doorknob. It was as if he was standing at the precipice of a deep abyss, unsure of what lay beyond.

With one last glance back at the room, his eyes filled with a mixture of longing and sorrow, Gojo closed the door behind him. The sound of it resonated in his ears, a finality that echoed through his soul. The outside world greeted him with a torrential downpour, raindrops falling heavily from the sky, as if the heavens themselves were mourning the loss of something precious.

The rain soaked through his snow-white hair, clinging to his face, mingling with the tears that streamed down his cheeks. The droplets cascaded down his body, drenching his white dress shirt, the fabric becoming slightly translucent under the weight of the water. But Gojo paid no attention to his appearance, his focus consumed by the turmoil within his heart.

As he walked through the streets, the rain continued to pour, washing away the remnants of his pride and arrogance. Each step he took felt like a penance, a physical manifestation of his remorse. He stopped and turned around, his eyes fixated on the apartment where you and his best friend now resided. The desire to apologize, to make amends, burned within him like a flickering flame.

The pain of being left for someone else, the feeling of abandonment, was a sensation he couldn’t bear to imagine you experiencing. He longed for the chance to rebuild a connection, to salvage what was left of the bond he had foolishly shattered. The thought of being friends, of starting anew, provided a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness that engulfed his soul.

Yet, doubts lingered in his mind, fueled by the harsh words his best friend had spoken. Could it be true that you had moved on, that you had forgotten about him? The possibility seemed unfathomable, but he couldn’t deny the consequences of his actions. The pain he had inflicted upon you was immeasurable, and he questioned whether forgiveness was even possible.

The realization of his own wrongdoing hit him with a force he had never experienced before. The magnitude of his actions, the way he had left you for someone else without a second thought, haunted him. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to forgive someone who had treated him in such a callous manner. The guilt gnawed at his conscience, a reminder of the monster he had become.

But despite the darkness that consumed him, Gojo couldn’t bear the thought of losing you completely. He yearned for your presence, your love, even though he knew he didn’t deserve it. The fear of being alone, of facing the consequences of his actions without you by his side, gripped his heart with an iron vice. He was not ready to let you go, to accept that he had destroyed something beautiful.

In his heart, he knew he had been a horrible person, a monster who had taken away everything he had once given you. The stability, the security, the love that he had provided when your life was falling apart had been ripped away, leaving you vulnerable and alone. The realization of his own cruelty left a bitter taste in his mouth, a bitter taste he was determined to change.

But even in the depths of his remorse, Gojo held onto a sliver of hope. He wanted you to stay, to give him a chance to make things right, even though he knew he didn’t deserve it. He was willing to fight for your forgiveness, to prove that he could change, that he could be the person you deserved.

As Gojo continued his solitary walk in the pouring rain, his mind raced with thoughts of the past and the future. The weight of his mistakes pressed heavily upon him, but he couldn’t help but cling to the hope that he could somehow make amends.

The memories of your first meeting flooded his mind, a stark contrast to the present. He had offered you a lifeline when your world was crumbling, providing you with a roof over your head, nourishing meals, and a sense of security. But then, in a moment of weakness, he had torn it all away, leaving you with nothing.

The guilt gnawed at his conscience, reminding him of the pain he had caused. How could he have been so thoughtless, so selfish? The realization of his own actions being mirrored back at him was a harsh reality he couldn’t escape. He knew that he had been a horrible person, capable of inflicting unimaginable pain.

But the desire to do things right burned within him, a flicker of hope that refused to be extinguished. He couldn’t bear the thought of you moving on, forgetting about him, as his best friend had claimed. The doubts lingered, but he clung to the possibility that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for redemption.

The rain continued to fall relentlessly, the droplets merging with his tears as he walked through the deserted streets. Each step brought him closer to a decision, a determination to rectify his mistakes. He knew it wouldn’t be easy, that rebuilding trust would take time and effort, but he was willing to do whatever it took.

He vowed to find a way to help you regain your independence, to provide you with the means to support yourself once again. It was the least he could do, a small step towards making up for the pain he had caused.

As he walked through the rain-soaked streets, his thoughts consumed by the desire to make amends, Gojo couldn’t help but feel a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for forgiveness, for a new beginning. He knew he didn’t deserve it, but he was determined to earn it.

Back in the apartment where you and Geto had spent the night together, the scene was serene and peaceful. As you lay there, still deep in slumber, your body nestled against his chest, a sense of tranquility filled the room. Your thumb found its way into your mouth, a comforting habit that you had carried into adulthood, and your eyes remained gently closed.

Geto, unable to resist the urge to admire your serene face, gazed at you with a mixture of tenderness and longing. He delicately brushed away a few strands of hair that had fallen across your face, his touch gentle and affectionate. As he did so, his arm instinctively tightened around you, as if to protect you from any harm that might come your way.

His gaze shifted from your face to your neck, and he couldn’t help but lean in closer, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck. It was a gesture of intimacy, a way for him to feel even closer to you in that moment. As he did, your hands found their way into his hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands, cradling them with a tenderness that only deepened his affection for you. Your fingers gently massaged his scalp, creating a soothing sensation that brought a slight smile to his lips.

But that smile quickly faded when he heard you utter a name in your sleep.

„S’toru..“

It was his best friend's name, a name that held a power over your heart that he could never compete with.

The weight of that realization crashed down upon him like a tidal wave, drowning him in a sea of self-doubt and heartache. How could he have been so naive to think that he could ever replace the one who had captured your soul?

A bitter taste filled his mouth as his grip on you tightening. The pain of knowing that your heart would forever belong to another pierced his soul, leaving a deep, irreparable wound. He couldn't help but question his own worth, wondering if he would ever be enough for you.

The thought of you, still yearning for his best friend, tore at his heartstrings, leaving him feeling hollow and broken.

In that tender moment, as Geto’s ears caught the gentle melody of your soft breaths and he felt the comforting weight of your slumbering body nestled against his chest, a wave of bittersweet emotions washed over him. It was in this very moment that he couldn’t help but question whether he would ever summon the courage to release his grip on you, to let you soar freely into the vast expanse of the world. For he understood that true love meant granting you the freedom to pursue your own dreams, even if it meant relinquishing his own happiness in the process.

A deep sigh escaped his lips, as if carrying the weight of his internal struggle, and he slowly closed his eyes, savoring the precious connection between your beings. In this fleeting moment, he knew that he had to cherish every second, for it might be the last time he would experience such profound intimacy.

-

As you slowly opened your eyes, the sight of an empty bedspread greeted you. Gradually propping yourself up on your elbows, you pushed yourself up from the bed, feeling a sense of disorientation. You looked around, attempting to restore clarity to your vision by rubbing your eyes gently.

After finishing the brief moment of eye-rubbing, you opened your eyes again and surveyed the room. It was devoid of any presence, with the curtains drawn wide, allowing the warm sunlight to filter in. Your gaze shifted to the end of the bed, where a small pile of clothes caught your attention. Carefully removing the blanket, you prepared to rise to your feet, only to find your legs betraying you. The lower half of your body ached from the events of the previous night.

Wincing at the pain, you instinctively held onto your stomach, where the most intense discomfort resided. Determined to ignore the discomfort, you summoned the strength to stand up, taking hold of the pile of clothes and proceeding to get dressed.

The aroma of freshly cooked pancakes filled the air, instantly making your mouth water. The tantalizing scent seemed to beckon you towards the kitchen, where you found Geto standing by the stove, his skilled hands expertly flipping golden brown pancakes.

As he heard your footsteps, Geto turned around, a warm smile spreading across his face. He greeted you with a soft “Good morning,”

You returned his greeting, taking a seat at the kitchen island. The smooth surface felt cool against your fingertips as you watched Geto meticulously arrange the pancakes on a plate. The sight of the fluffy stacks, topped with a generous drizzle of maple syrup, was enough to make your stomach growl in anticipation.

As Geto carefully placed the plate of pancakes in front of you, you couldn’t help but admire his attention to detail. Each pancake was perfectly cooked, with a delicate golden crust and a fluffy interior. The aroma of the warm maple syrup mingled with the buttery scent of the pancakes, creating a symphony of flavors that danced in the air.

You picked up your fork and knife, ready to dive into the delectable feast before you. The anticipation grew with each bite, as the soft texture of the pancakes melted in your mouth, leaving behind a sweet and satisfying taste.

You glanced up from your plate, catching Geto’s gaze fixed upon you. His expression was vacant, devoid of any emotion. It was as if a wall had been erected between you, separating the intimacy you had shared just hours ago.

„How are your legs?“ he asked, while you flushed red as you remembered last night‘s events.

Placing your fork down on the plate, you shifted uncomfortably in your seat, avoiding Geto’s penetrating stare. The soreness in your legs served as a physical reminder of the intensity of your encounter. “I- uhm… They’re sore,” you muttered, your voice barely audible.

Geto’s face contorted with guilt, his voice barely a whisper as he apologized. “Sorry,” he uttered, his voice filled with regret.

You tried to reassure him, your voice tinged with a mix of understanding and self-blame. “Ah- It’s okay, don’t worry. It was also kinda my fault,” you replied, the words escaping your lips almost involuntarily.

You reached for another pancake, attempting to distract yourself from the discomfort of the conversation, stuffing it into your mouth to fill the awkward silence.

But Geto’s next words pierced through the air, shattering the fragile peace that had momentarily settled between you. “Listen… I don’t want to make things awkward between us, but I think it’s best if we just forget about what happened last night,” he spoke, his gaze averted, avoiding the intensity of your gaze.

Your eyes widened at his words, a mixture of shock and hurt flooding your being. It felt as if the ground beneath you had shifted, leaving you unsteady and uncertain. The vulnerability and connection you had shared now seemed to be discarded, deemed insignificant and disposable. Your lips trembled slightly as you struggled to process his request.

Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath, attempting to steady yourself amidst the storm of emotions raging within you. The word “okay” slipped from your lips, barely audible.

But as you uttered that single word, a whirlwind of thoughts and questions consumed your mind. Did you do something wrong? Was your presence a burden to him? Did he regret sleeping with you?

Your gaze shifted towards Geto, who still avoided your eyes, his own turmoil evident in his body language. The pain of his words reverberated within you, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable. In that moment, you couldn’t help but wonder if you were nothing more than a temporary distraction, a regrettable mistake in his eyes.

—

Days had passed since that fateful night when you and Geto had shared a passionate encounter. In the aftermath, you found yourself retreating to the confines of your room, seeking solace in the familiar walls that surrounded you. Occasionally, you ventured out to the grocery store, trying to distract yourself from the whirlwind of emotions that consumed your thoughts.

But amidst the mundane routine of your days, you began to notice small gifts appearing by your door. They were simple tokens, accompanied by a note that simply read, “I’m sorry.” The identity of the sender remained a mystery, leaving you perplexed and intrigued. You couldn’t help but wonder who was behind these gestures of remorse and what they were apologizing for.

Curiosity got the better of you, and you decided to confront Geto about the mysterious gifts. His reaction was puzzling, as he glanced at the note with furrowed eyebrows before simply stating, “I don’t know.”

As the days turned into weeks, you couldn’t help but notice a shift in your relationship with Geto. The once easy camaraderie and shared activities seemed to fade away. Eating meals together, watching TV, playing board games - all those moments of connection became a distant memory. Every time you suggested doing something together, Geto would find an excuse to avoid spending time with you. The distance between you grew, leaving you feeling isolated and confused.

You had convinced yourself that sleeping with Geto would help you move on from your lingering feelings for Gojo. You had hoped that by giving yourself to Geto, you could erase the memories and emotions that tied you to Gojo. But it didn't work. The feelings remained, stubbornly clinging to your heart, making you question the choices you had made.

Guilt washed over you, a heavy weight that settled deep within your being. You realized that you had used Geto as a means to an end, using him to distract yourself from someone else. The realization left you feeling remorseful and remorseful. Why hadn’t Geto spoken up before? Why hadn’t he expressed his reluctance to engage in such intimacy?

As you stepped out of your room and made your way towards the kitchen, the anticipation of cooking a delicious meal filled your thoughts. However, as you entered the kitchen, you were met with a surprising sight. A woman, unknown to you, stood by the stove, engrossed in her cooking. Her back was turned towards you, hiding her face from view. Yet, even from this angle, you couldn’t help but notice her captivating presence. Her long brown hair swayed with each movement, accentuating her graceful hips as she hummed a melodic tune. It was clear that she possessed a beauty that was hard to ignore.

Summoning your courage, you approached the woman and stood behind her. Your shyness threatened to overwhelm you, but you managed to find your voice. “Uhm, excuse me… but who are you?” you asked, nervously twisting your hands in front of you, attempting to conceal your timidity.

Upon hearing your question, the woman turned around, her gaze meeting yours. In that instant, your confidence evaporated, replaced by a mix of awe and unease. Her eyes, a mesmerizing shade of light blue that bordered on gray, locked onto your own. Her flawless skin and overall radiance only added to her undeniable beauty.

A warm smile spread across her face as she responded, “You must be Suguru’s roommate, if I’m right?” Setting down the spatula she had been using, she extended her hand towards you. “Nice to meet you! I’m his girlfriend, Hime!”

Your eyes widened, and your mouth fell slightly agape. It felt as if the world around you had come crashing down. The once inviting warmth of the kitchen seemed to dissipate, leaving you in a cold and desolate space. Hime’s revelation echoed in your mind, and a sinking feeling settled in your chest. You managed to muster a strained smile and a barely audible acknowledgment, but inside, a tempest of emotions raged.

The reality of Suguru having a girlfriend hit you like a cruel blow, shattering the hopeful anticipation that had filled your heart. Deep down, you knew that you still harbored feelings for your ex, Gojo. Yet, despite this knowledge, an overwhelming sense of jealousy consumed you. You couldn’t help but envy the happiness that radiated from Hime.

Why couldn’t you be happy? Why did Gojo have to find someone else and seemingly snatch away all the joy that was once yours? The pain in your heart was unbearable, throbbing with an intensity that seemed to overshadow everything else.

A torrent of thoughts and doubts flooded your mind. Perhaps you weren’t deserving of happiness, destined to be denied the same contentment that others seemed to effortlessly possess. You fought to conceal the sadness brewing within you, nodding politely as Hime continued to speak. However, each word she uttered carved deeper into your conflicted feelings. The once cozy kitchen, a space that had been filled with shared moments, now felt like a lonely battlefield where emotions clashed and waged war.

“Oh, there you are… it seems like you already met her,” a voice from behind you chimed in, interrupting your thoughts. Startled, you turned around, locking eyes with Geto, his darker gaze meeting your own. A wave of conflicting emotions washed over you as you processed his presence.

The realization dawned on you that perhaps Geto had asked you to forget about that fateful night because he already had a girlfriend. Maybe he regretted what had happened, considering it a mistake. Your eyes dropped slightly, a pang of hurt piercing your heart at the sight of him with someone else. Part of you wished you could be Hime, but another part resented the idea. It was a tumultuous mix of emotions that left you feeling lost and uncertain.

However, you knew deep down that you had no right to be jealous. Geto was an amazing and caring man who deserved all the happiness in the world. You should be happy for him, even if you couldn’t help but feel a tinge of sadness. You mustered a smile, determined not to let your true feelings show. After all, you had no right to claim any ownership over his heart.

Looking down, you muttered a small, “Yeah…” in response to Geto’s comment. Hime rushed over to him, jumping into his arms as he caught her. They shared affectionate kisses. It was a sight that stabbed at your heart, a reminder of the happiness you longed for but seemed forever out of reach.

Why couldn’t you experience that kind of happiness? It wasn’t as if your ex, Gojo, hadn’t showered you with attention. The problem was that you weren’t the only one receiving that kind of affection from him. He had cheated on you multiple times, and yet, you forgave him time and time again, despite the pain it caused you.

But you couldn’t let him go because your love for him was so strong, so all-consuming. You held onto the belief that he would eventually change, that he would realize the error of his ways. But that moment never came. Instead, he left you before any change could occur, leaving you broken and questioning your worth.

“I’m going out…” you spoke.Turning around, you made your way towards the door that led to the outside world, craving the solace of fresh air.

Geto turned to look after you, his eyes filled with concern and confusion. “But it’s already late. You shouldn’t go out now,” he spoke, releasing Hime from his embrace and following your retreating figure.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. I just need some fresh air,” you replied, slipping on your shoes and jacket, preparing to face the world outside.

“But… fine. Just be careful, and call if something’s the matter,” Geto said, his hand nervously resting behind his neck as he watched you intently.

“Okay,”

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#NO NUT NOVEMBER [Gojo Satoru]

SUMMARY NNN the stupid challenge where couples spend the entire month of November without having intimate relations. Gojo agreed to participate, overconfident that it wouldn’t be difficult for him but rather for his wife, but now, after the first two weeks, he already felt like he was going to go crazy, while his wife seemed perfectly fine.

— C.W husband! Gojo Satoru x female reader , 18+ only , nsfw , bathroom sex , unprotected , dirty talk , creampie , pet names (sweetheart, good girl, baby/babe) gojo is down bad , mention of masturbation , fingering , oral sex , multiple orgasm , squirting , not proofread!

— Word count: 3.2k

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Satoru sat on the edge of the bed, his mind consumed with a mix of frustration and desire. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the calendar hanging on the wall, its innocent pages mocking him with their untouchable dates. It had been a mere two weeks since he had agreed to embark on the infamous No Nut November challenge, and already he was beginning to question his sanity.

The challenge, a test of willpower and self-control, required couples to abstain from any form of intimate relations for the entire month of November. At first, Satoru had seen it as a playful way to challenge his wife's resolve, a chance to see just how strong her willpower truly was. But now, as he sat there on the edge of their shared bed, he realized that it was his own sanity that was being pushed to the brink.

"Honey," He called out to his wife as he approached her from behind.

Satoru couldn't tear his gaze away from her as she sat engrossed in her phone, completely unaware of the intense hunger in his eyes. The tight shorts she was wearing seemed almost too daring, the fabric struggling to contain the alluring curves of her ass, which seemed to spill out temptingly. Her see-through t-shirt, while playful and innocent in design, allowed a teasing glimpse of her side breast, igniting his desires even further. It was hard for him to look away; he was captivated.

"Have you eaten yet?" he asked. He knew that the answer was likely no, but his question had an ulterior motive. He wanted to delve deeper into the desire that had been simmering within him.

Satoru's finger twitched, fighting an internal battle against the irresistible urge to reach out and touch her exposed thighs. But in the end, his resolve wavered, and his hand began to slide up and down her thigh,

„Not really, I‘ll eat after I take a shower.“ she answered him.

He couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for having such thoughts about his wife, especially when he had promised himself that this month, he would be in control. He had convinced himself that it would be her begging for his attention, yearning for his touch. Yet, reality has proven quite the opposite. The desires were burning within him, and it was Satoru who was struggling to resist the magnetic pull of her sensuality.

"Satoru~ look at this video," she spoke, bringing her phone inches from his face

With a soft groan, he tried to resist the urge to reach out and take the phone from her. He knew better than to give in to these temptations, but it was hard when she was being so damn provocative.

"Look how cute that cat is!" she continued

Satoru forced himself to focus on the screen, managing a half-smile as he watched the adorable kitten on the screen. „Yeah, that's a cute kitten alright.“

Her smile quickly turned into a frown,“Are you okay? You‘re usually always excited when you see cats.“

He took the phone from her, With a forced smile, he reassured her, "Hmm? Oh, yes, I'm fine. Just a bit...anxious, I guess.." He chuckled nervously, hoping she wouldn't notice the lie in his voice.

As Satoru focused on the screen, his other hand found itself inching closer to her ass, his fingers grazing the fabric that covered her. His eyes remained locked on the kitten, but his mind was elsewhere, filled with thoughts of how her body would feel under his touch.

Realization hit him like a lightning bolt, and he quickly withdrew his hand, snapping back to the present challenge that had tormented them for two long weeks. He couldn't risk caving in now.

She retrieved her phone from his grasp and set it down on the nightstand. Pushing herself up from the bed, she glanced back at Satoru,

"You're acting strange, Satoru," she said,

Satoru, his pulse still racing from their earlier near transgression, struggled to maintain his composure. He offered her a sheepish smile, hoping to ease her suspicions. "Just had a momentary lapse of concentration, [Y/n]. Nothing to worry about."

She watched him for a moment longer, clearly unconvinced, before eventually turning and making her way to the bathroom, leaving Satoru alone in the room

As soon as she disappeared into the bathroom, leaving Satoru alone in the room, his heart began to race even faster. The lingering scent of her presence seemed to envelop him, and he found himself unable to resist the allure of his desires.

He was left with a yearning he couldn't quell, and his arousal had grown undeniable, making his body ache with desire. His hardness was strained against the fabric of his sweatpants, aching for release.

His mind was consumed by vivid, lustful thoughts of what he yearned to do to her. The challenge, which had once been a playful test of willpower, now felt like an unbearable torment, an obstacle standing between him and the woman he desired more than anything.

Satoru stood up and walked towards the bathroom. His eyes were filled with lust as he peered into the steamy room where she was preparing for her shower.

[Y/n] had turned on the water, and the sound of it filling the bathtub was a sensual backdrop to her movements. As she removed her shorts and shirt, leaving her naked and vulnerable, the sight of her body sent shivers down Satoru's spine. He hesitated for a moment, trying to regain control.

His fingers twitched, and his pulse quickened as he watched her silhouette through the frosted glass. He knew he was teetering on the edge, and the challenge seemed like a distant memory in the face of this intoxicating temptation.

With a deep breath, Satoru stepped into the steamy room and closed the door behind him. He moved toward her, his heart pounding in his chest as he closed the gap between them. [Y/n] was just about to step into the tub, the water cascading around her in a sensual veil.

He reached for her, his touch electric, as he pulled her close, their lips meeting in a passionate, desperate kiss.

[Y/n]'s eyes widened “W-wait..what are you doing?!”she shouted, breaking away from the kiss

"[Y/n], I'm sorry," he breathed, his voice laced with a mixture of desire and apology. His hands, still trembling from their forbidden encounter, cradled her face. "I can't control myself. The challenge... it's too much.“ His fingers trailed down her neck, tracing the outline of her collarbone

"You're so beautiful... I want you so badly." he murmured, his voice heavy with longing. Satoru's lips found her earlobe, and he nipped at it, sending shivers down her spine. His kisses trailed down her shoulder and across her collarbone, igniting a trail of longing in their wake.

His other hand moved, cupping her breast, his touch tantalizing as he teased, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

„A-ah- satoru..“ she moaned softly.

"Look at how you react to my touch," he growled, his voice thick with desire as he continued to tease her nipple. "You're driving me crazy..sweetheart" Kissing his way back up, he left a trail of hickies, marking her skin.

Their lips met in a fiery kiss. His tongue delved into her mouth, seeking out hers in a heated dance, laying claim to her with every fervent movement.

His other hand ventured down to her thigh, his touch electrifying as he slowly and sensually slid upwards, drawing closer to the core of her desire.

“Satoru..” she muttered as she broke from the kiss, her cheeks flushed,

“I need you..” he breathed against her lips, his hand finally reaching her core, as he slipped his finger into her folds, thrusting a single finger into her, groaning at the incredible tightness and wetness surrounding his finger,”You are already so wet..so fucking perfect.”

"Please," she moaned, the desperation in her voice palpable as her husband's thumb massaged her sensitive bundle of nerves while he continued to thrust into her. A second finger joined the first, sliding in and out of her drenched center, driving her wild. His other hand continued its sensual dance, gently rolling her nipple between his fingers.

"Tell me you want it," he muttered. His mouth opened, and he took her other breast into his warm mouth, causing her to gasp with pleasure.

"I w-want it," she moaned, her body quivering with arousal.

Satoru broke away from her breast, his fingers moving faster inside her, and his thumb continued to tease her sensitive nub. He leaned up, capturing her lower lip between his teeth and tugging it gently. "Say what you want,"

"I want... you, Satoru," she whispered, her words laced with yearning. Satoru lifted her, placing her onto the counter, rubbing his hardness against her thigh,

He stared hungrily down at her cunt, he saw the slick practically gushing out of her little hole, clenching around nothing.

„Please,“ she begged, as Satoru didn't waste any more time, thrusting into her faster as he found her G-spot. The relentless massage of that sensitive area elicited an almost involuntary reaction from her, her head throwing back as her inner muscles tightened around his fingers. Her moans grew louder and more passionate, filling the room.

"Don't stop!" she pleaded, unable to contain her longing, wrapping her legs around his waist, drawing him even closer.

"I won't," he assured her, his mouth finding her neck, where he pressed his lips and left a trail of sensual kisses, before gently sucking at the sensitive skin,

As Satoru felt the tightening of his wife's inner muscles and the trembling of her thighs, he recognized the signs of her impending climax. His fingers continued their rhythm, thrusting deeper, and gradually, he added a third finger to intensify her pleasure. Small tears welled at the corners of her eyes, evidence of the overwhelming sensation that pulsed through her, proof of the ecstasy they were sharing.

She clung to him desperately, her arms encircling his neck as she buried her head into the crook of his neck. Her breath came in ragged, uneven gasps, her moans punctuating each shuddering exhale.

Satoru held her close, his fingers continuing their relentless dance inside her, the sensation of her trembling thighs and the taste of her tears only fueling his desire to take her higher.

As her arms held him tight, her head nestled against his neck, Satoru's mouth sought out the soft skin of her earlobe, his lips tracing patterns along her ear. His teeth grazed her earlobe gently, eliciting a shiver of pleasure that coursed through her.

His thumb, still expertly playing with her sensitive nub, matched the pace of his fingers, ensuring that each motion, each touch, was a symphony of pleasure designed to drive her to the edge.

Satoru sensed her climax building, her body growing tense and shuddering beneath his expert touch. As she neared the peak, he intensified his actions, his fingers moving in a blur inside her, his thumb relentlessly teasing her swollen clit.

“A-Ah..!” Her scream of release echoed through the room, her body arching into his touch as waves of pleasure washed over her. Her inner walls clenched tightly around his fingers as she came.

„Let it all out sweetheart..good girl..“ Satoru whispered, as he planted a tender kiss on her cheek. He continued to grind his hard dick against her thighs. The fervent friction had caused a small wet patch to form on his sweatpants,

Satoru withdrew his fingers from her slowly, his touch leaving her hot and wet. He brought his fingers to his mouth and proceeded to lick them clean.

The surprising question broke the moment's intimacy. "Have you been pleasuring yourself, sweetheart?" Satoru asked, his eyes searching her face for an answer.

Her response was a deepening blush on her cheeks. She avoided his gaze, stammering, "W-what?!"

Satoru was insistent, his fingers slipping to her neck as he drew her closer to him. Their chests pressed against each other, and he guided her head to face him directly, their eyes locking.

"My finger slipped in so easily," he explained, "I want to know, baby.."

Her blush deepened, and her eyes finally met his in an intense and vulnerable gaze. She hesitated, then confessed in a soft voice, "Y-yes... when you're not here."

“You’re so lewd..so cute..” he whispered, his voice heavy with desire, before pressing his lips against hers. Their mouths met in a fiery kiss, and his tongue slipped inside,

The kiss was hot and deep, with Satoru's tongue exploring her mouth eagerly. His other hand caressed her thigh, as he made his way to her clit, where he began tracing slow, teasing circles around her now sensitive folds.

Satoru's mouth, broke away from the kiss and ventured lower, moving down her body. He kissed along her inner thighs and lower abdomen before his lips found her sensitive clit. With a soft, reverent kiss, he tasted her wetness, his tongue tracing teasing patterns around the pulsating nub.

He continued to pleasure her with his mouth, his fingers digging into her thighs to keep her firmly in place.

"S'toru... oh god..!“ She moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair, urging him on.

Satoru's mouth worked, his lips and tongue lavishing attention on her sensitive clit,"You like that, don't you?" he whispered against her, his voice husky,"You're so damn wet for me, baby."

"Yes, toru, don't stop!"

His lips created a tight seal around her sensitive clit, forming a suction that made her tremble.

His tongue danced over her swollen nub, tracing circles and teasing patterns that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. He applied just the right amount of pressure, each flicker of his tongue sending shivers down her spine.

Her moans grew louder and more desperate, and she could feel the pressure building inside her.

With a final flick of his tongue and a deep, pleasurable suck on her clit, she couldn't hold back any longer. Her body tensed, her back arched, and her fingers tightened in his hair as she let out a loud cry of ecstasy. Her climax washed over her and her inner walls clenched tightly around nothing but the air as her body convulsed with pleasure.

Satoru continued to pleasure her even as she rode the waves of her orgasm, not letting up until she had ridden out every last tremor of pleasure, leaving her breathless.

Satoru reluctantly pulled his mouth away from her clit and moved back up her body, capturing her lips in a deep, hungry kiss. His hand, still wet with her arousal, slowly made its way to his sweatpants. He could feel his dick throbbing with every heartbeat, and it was begging for release. His desire was reaching its limit, and he couldn't wait any longer.

With a deep groan, he pushed down his sweatpants, freeing his erection. It stood tall and proud against his abdomen, the head of his cock an angry shade of red and a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip.

Satoru's eyes were locked on his wife, who was flushed with sweat trickling down her forehead. She took deep breaths, trying to regain her composure after the intense orgasm he had given her.

"I can't wait any longer, baby…please," Satoru pleaded,"Please..." He stroked his throbbing length, brushing the head of his cock against her slick folds, aching to be inside her.

She could barely find her voice, but she managed to whisper, "T-take me..‘toru"

Her words were like a trigger. Satoru, unable to contain himself any longer, positioned his throbbing erection at her entrance and slowly pushed forward, entering her with a groan.

The sensation of his hard length sliding into her wet, tight warmth sent shivers through both of them.

Her moans filled the room as she clung to Satoru's shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. "T-too much..." she whispered, her voice trembling, as Satoru continued to thrust into her,

Satoru's thrusts were relentless, driving deeper into her with each powerful motion. Their heated passion was undeniable, and he couldn't get enough of her.

His lips found her neck, trailing a path of fiery kisses along her sensitive flesh. He left a trail of soft, sensual nips and licks as he thrust into her. His mouth sought every inch of her skin, hungry for her taste. His tongue left a trail of wet warmth against her neck, her collarbone, and down to the swell of her breast.

Satoru's mouth enveloped her breast, his lips creating a soft seal around her sensitive nipple. His tongue moved in slow, sensuous circles, teasing and tantalizing her. He varied the pressure, alternating between gentle suckling and more insistent pulls. His warm, wet mouth and his tongue's delicate caresses sent waves of pleasure rippling through her.

As Satoru continued to move inside her, his other hand slid down to her sensitive clit. He began to rub it, increasing the friction. Her already tight walls clenched around his throbbing length, making it challenging to move.

"God, you're so tight," he murmured, the sensations overwhelming as he continued to rub her sensitive nub while still thrusting passionately inside of her.

His movements inside her remained steady and determined, pushing her closer to the brink. With every thrust and every rub of her clit, they could both sense their climax building, promising an explosive release.

And then it happened. With a gasp, her climax overtook her. It started as a pulsating throb deep within her, a sensation that quickly built into an irresistible, overwhelming wave of pleasure. Her body tensed, and then, a gush of her warm arousal sprayed out in a burst of ecstasy.

The sensation was unlike anything she had experienced before, and it coated Satoru's cock and thighs,

Satoru continued his relentless thrusts, unable to hold back any longer.

„Baby…can I please cum inside of you?“ he asked, kissing your cheek softly,“please..“

„Y-yes..“She whimpered

With a few more powerful thrusts, he reached his own climax, groaning with pleasure as he released inside her.

Satoru held her tightly, his arms around her, and he slowly pulled out of her. As he did, he noticed their mixed fluids, gently flowing from her tight opening.

Satoru gently lifted her into his arms, cradling her with tenderness and care. Her body felt delicate and cherished in his strong embrace. He carried her to the bathtub and lowered her into the filled tub. Her body slid into the water, and she let out a contented sigh as she settled into the comforting embrace of the bath.

He stepped into the warm water from behind, his body pressing close to hers as he sat behind her with his arms wrapped around her. Their bodies fit snugly together. He placed tender kisses along her neck and shoulder, while hugging her.

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☆ LU(S)T ; GETO SUGURU

SUMMARY: The curse Geto swallowed had different Side effects.

— C.W: feral! Geto Suguru x sick! female reader , sick-sex , p in v , overstimulation , creampie , unprotected , masturbation, lots of cum , nipple play/sucking , reader is sick , multiple orgasm , nsfw , 18+ only , MDNI , rough , multiple rounds , passing out , somnophilia , oral (m receicing) , BJ , sex pollen , thight fuck , Not proofread!!

— WORD COUNT: 2.7k

— A/N: I think I forgot how to write smut..

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Hah~

Haa..

Geto slowly woke up, feeling a burning sensation throughout his body. He was breathing heavily and his whole body was twitching. His eyes were wide open and his pupils were dilated. Sweat was dripping from his face, and he absentmindedly ran his hand through his hair, unintentionally making it messy.

Feeling a strong twitch, he couldn't resist moving his hand down to his pants. The moment his hand touched his excited dick, a spontaneous moan escaped him,

„S-so hot,“ he gasped, his hand exploring above his pants. Each breath became intense, and his body warmed up, making him feel like he would melt away.

Without thinking twice, he freed himself, focusing on the sight in front of him. The red tip, shiny with pre-cum, throbbed even without touching it.

Right away, he grabbed his cock, moving his hand up and down the stiff length. More pre-cum dripped down, making it smoother as he continued gliding his hand along his hardness, each stroke making him whimper.

Why is he feeling so hot? What could be causing this sudden change in his body temperature? It's unlike anything he's ever experienced before. Could it be a result of the curse he consumed earlier? Or perhaps it's just a surge of hormones typical for a teenager? But no, that doesn't seem right. This sensation is completely new to him. There must be some underlying cause that's making him feel this way.

But it felt so good.

„Hah~“

Overwhelmed by an intense wave of pleasure, he tightened his grip, and a powerful climax surged through him. It felt more intense than anything he had experienced before. A lot came out, and he couldn't believe how much. His hand was full of it,

But he barely touched it, how come so much came out..

Glancing down at himself, he noticed his dick remained firm despite having already climaxed. He couldn't fathom why it wasn't settling down after the initial release.

He raised himself up, taking a seat at the edge of his bed. His hands rediscovered his arousal, and he began squeezing it in a way that pleased him, focusing on the tip and indulging in a self-massage.

Suddenly, you popped into his mind, catching him off guard. He gasped at the mere thought of you, imagining how you could make his dick react even more intensely, adding a delightful fuzziness to the sensations he was experiencing.

Why was he thinking of you!? He scolded himself for entertaining such thoughts about his innocent classmate. "Y/n..." he whimpered, torn between conflicting desires. Yet, perplexingly, nothing was happening down there – no pre-cum, nothing.

He wondered if the lack of stimulation was the issue. After all, he had always used his hand. Frustration set in as he questioned why it wasn't working now. Perhaps he needed different forms of stimulation, something beyond the usual hand maneuvers.

Your image flashed in his mind – no, he thought, he shouldn't be doing this. You're sick right now, he can‘t do it- at least not while you‘re sick. Despite knowing he shouldn't, he couldn't halt the persistent thoughts.

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You were lying in bed, your face tinged with a rosy hue, beads of sweat trickling down your forehead. Your slightly open mouth allowed for better breathing through your nose.

Standing before you, Geto had his dick out, fixated on your flushed countenance. He raised his shirt with his teeth, revealing his toned torso. One hand skillfully moved up and down his dick, each motion making him moan, while the other hand sensually massaged his balls.

His hand moved rapidly, thrusting into the makeshift opening created by his fist. Eyes shut, he emitted soft whimpers, lost in the intense rhythm. Pre-cum dripped steadily onto the floor, wetting his arousal with every passing second due to the increasing release.

He forcefully thrusted into his fist until his cock twitched, climaxing with his release. His cum spurted onto your sleeping face, leaving it coated in white. Geto withdrew his hand from his dick, his expression dazed and intoxicated.

However, his arousal showed no signs of calming down. The sight of his cum on your face only heightened his arousal, making him even harder. A dizzying sensation enveloped him.

"Just... a little more," he whispered, his gaze dropping to your chest covered by a t-shirt.

Without hesitation, he moved to your bed, positioning himself above you and gently adjusting your position so that you lay on your back.

Geto observed your face, now adorned with his release. He raised his hand, wiping away the cum from your cheeks. Then, he pushed his cum-covered thumb into your mouth, stuffing it inside.

However, there was no reaction from you; you remained peacefully asleep, unaffected by the intimate act.

Geto uncovered your body by removing the blanket, then pushed your t-shirt up, exposing your breasts. A brief shiver passed through your body before settling. He fixed his gaze on your exposed nipples, open to the cool air, and proceeded to grab a handful of your breast, delicately massaging the soft flesh.

In response, your face flushed to a deeper shade of red, and your eyebrows furrowed, yet you remained peacefully asleep, unaffected by the intimate touch.

Geto's free hand, rough yet purposeful, gently encouraged your thighs to draw together, forming a warm cradle for his dick. With measured anticipation, he carefully slid his dick in between them. An audible moan escaped his lips as the warmth and pressure of your thighs enveloped him,

His lips found your neck, trailing a path of fiery kisses along your sensitive flesh. He left a trail of soft, sensual nips and licks as he thrust into your thighs. His mouth sought every inch of your skin, hungry for your taste. His tongue left a trail of wet warmth against your neck, your collarbone, and down to the swell of your breast.

Geto‘s mouth enveloped your breast, his lips creating a soft seal around your sensitive nipple. His tongue moved in slow, sensuous circles, teasing and tantalizing you. He varied the pressure, alternating between gentle suckling and more insistent pulls. His warm, wet mouth and his tongue's delicate caresses sent waves of pleasure rippling through you.

Geto's grip on your thighs tightened as the anticipation of climax surged through him. His gaze shifted downward, locking onto the area between your thighs where his dick lay. He observed the flushed tip, its vibrant redness and noticeable swelling signaling the impending release. The temperature seemed to rise, the heat emanating from his arousal.

In an explosive moment, his climax erupted, and cum spurted onto your stomach. An audible moan escaped him, echoing in the room. He released your thighs, and they fell on either side of him. As he looked up, his eyes twitched, and the blush on his face intensified, capturing the raw and unfiltered intensity of the encounter.

He took hold of his dick once more, moving it up and down to expel the remaining traces of his release. The expelled cum splattered onto your stomach, a tangible result of his intimate moment. As he exhaled, realizing no more was forthcoming, his arousal remained persistently hard in his hand.

Despite the awareness that his actions were morally questionable, he found himself unable to resist the irresistible pleasure. The internal struggle heightened as he grappled with the conflicting desire to continue. The intensity was becoming overwhelming, even for him, yet the compulsion persisted.

With a hesitant yet deliberate movement, he couldn't resist removing your shorts. His eyes fell upon your panties, revealing a larger wet patch at the center,

Geto's fingers touched the damp patch on your panties. As he traced the wetness, conflicting emotions stirred within him.

With a gentle touch, he set aside the fabric, coming into direct contact with your exposed cunt. His fingers delicately traced through your folds, gathering the moisture that trickled down.

„I can‘t t-take it anymore..“he whispered,“please bear with me y-y/n..“

He gently inserted a single finger, emitting a low groan at the exquisite tightness and wetness enveloping him. Suddenly, you stirred, slowly opening your eyes to the surroundings. Your gaze met Geto, seated in front of you, with his dick poised above your quivering entrance.

In a half-asleep murmur, you questioned, "W-what are you doing?" Without warning, he withdrew his finger, swiftly replacing it with his big fat cock, prompting a loud moan from you. Your entire body convulsed as he entered you, stretching and eliciting tears to roll down your eyes.

As Geto continued to move inside you, his other hand slid down to your sensitive clit. He began to rub it, increasing the friction. Your already tight walls clenched around his throbbing length, making it challenging to move.

Moaning in response, you struggled to form coherent sentences as he thrust forcefully. "W-what..." your voice trailed off, hindered by the intensity of his movements.

"I was... hah! I'm sick, Sugu," you managed to moan, your voice strained from a sore throat. Your hands instinctively sought refuge on his back, scratching into the fabric.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." he muttered into your neck, his relentless thrusts continuing. "I feel like I'm gonna melt," he moaned loudly,“feels so good inside of you..“

You whimpered, feeling the tight clenching of your walls against his dick, your breasts responding to his thrusts with a rhythmic sway. Reacting to the motion, you let go of his back and cupped your breasts, preventing them from moving too much.

"W-what are you doing here..." you managed to utter a few words amidst the overwhelming sensations. His attention shifted to your clit, intensifying the rubbing with a fervor that sent shivers through your body.

"I-I'm gonna cum," he moaned, the intensity building as he approached the edge. The heat and tightness of your walls enveloped him, creating a dizzying sensation. The pleasure was overwhelming, and unable to resist, he withdrew just in time to release his climax inside you.

As he pulled his dick out, the cum he left inside you spilled onto the bed sheets. You breathed heavily, your arms falling to each side of you as you sought to regain consciousness amidst the lingering sensations

"W-what are you doing..." you managed to say before your voice faltered.

"I don't know... you smell so good," he spoke, pushing his face into your neck, inhaling your scent. It was evident he wasn't thinking straight.

Panting, you felt a sensation against your clit, eliciting a whimper in response. Despite the intensity, he was still hard as a rock.

"What‘s... hic going on?" you managed to ask, but your inquiry was met with silence. Instead, he lifted you, gently placing you on his lap, your stomach now in direct contact with his twitching dick.

"I'm sorry... 'm sorry..." he whispered, his apology trailing off as he pressed his head into the swell of your breast.

"W-wait, Sugu... my cold is gonna get worse if we continue," you managed to express, but he began lifting you, positioning his arousal above your entrance.

"You'll be fine," he muttered, his eyes rolling back as he made contact with your pulsating opening.

"Wait, I'm s-still sensi- Ah!" you moaned, your eyes rolling back, a moan escaping your lips as Geto thrust into you.

Your walls enveloped his entire dick, constricting around him, making movement challenging. The tip of his cock brushed against your walls, leaving traces of pre-cum that dripped from his tip and painted your walls white.

With forceful thrusts, he penetrated deeply, each movement bringing your clit into contact with his pelvis. The stimulation intensified, making you even tighter than before

Geto groaned, his hands firmly gripping your hips as he guided you up and down his arousal. Drool escaped your mouth as his tip repeatedly made contact with your cervix, hitting your G-spot over and over again.

Feeling him twitch inside you, he eventually released his seed, painting your walls white. You went limp against him, only to be scooped up and pressed against a wall.

"W-wait, how much lon-nger..." you whispered, pushing yourself up against the wall, closing your eyes as he entered you again.

„A little m-more I think.“

Oh how wrong he was.

"Sugu! I can't take it anymore," you moaned, as he continued thrusting relentlessly, 40 minutes into the intense encounter. You lay on your bed with your head buried in the pillow and your hips raised, while he thrusted relentlessly into you.

Your voice quivered as you added, "You're driving me crazy!" The bed sheets were soaked, making it hard to distinguish where your body ended and his began.

"T-This is the last time... Just a little more," he replied, echoing the same promise he made earlier. He bit into your shoulder as you cried into your pillow, the sensation adding to the charged atmosphere.

You could feel the distinct outline of his dick inside you, stretching and reaching your most sensitive point, making you moan loud.

"T-too much..." you whined, gripping the bed sheets until he lifted you again, pressing you into the wall.

"Sugu, I can't, it's too b-big... Ah! So deep..." you moaned, his mouth finding your nipples, sucking on them as he continued thrusting into you.

"Stop... I'm gonna cum..." you pleaded, your hands around his neck.

"Let's cum together..." he replied, his eyes rolling back as he pressed his hand into your stomach, feeling the rhythmic movement inside you.

As things heated up, you felt a warm, tingling sensation building up from deep within. The pleasure spread, creating a growing, electric feeling that intensified with every passing moment. Your breaths quickened, showing the rising excitement.

In the moments right before release, a surge of heat took over, making the pleasure almost too much to handle. Your muscles tensed, and a wave of intense pleasure washed over you, reaching its peak in a powerful climax.

Geto's movements became more erratic, driven by the building pressure of release. The rhythmic thrusts escalated until he reached the brink, a low groan escaping him. In the moment of release, a surge of pleasure coursed through him, his body convulsing with the powerful intensity of orgasm.

With a final, deep thrust, he found his own peak, his essence spilling into the already heated connection.

Your legs gave out, and you ended up on your knees in front of him.

"Huh, what are you d-doing..." Geto whispered, his eyes fixed on you kneeling in front of his dick that was covered in your and his cum,

"M-my back has no strength left... and my lower part is throbbing s-so much..." you muttered, expressing your exhaustion. Despite this, as his dick hardened again and brushed against your cheek,

Geto took his hardened arousal into his hand, aiming it toward your lips and prompting you to kiss his angry red tip.

"P-please, suck me off... it will be over after," he muttered, his other hand finding its place on your head, pushing your hair out of the way.

You nodded your head, grabbing onto his arousal and slowly starting to lick it.

You maintained a steady rhythm, your lips creating a tight seal around his arousal. The warmth and wetness of your mouth intensified the sensations, and your tongue skillfully danced along his length.

As you continued, the intensity heightened. Your movements became more deliberate, and the pleasure on Geto's face was palpable. His grip on your head tightened, a mixture of desire and urgency in his touch.

"That's it, just like that," he whispered, the husky tone of his voice sending shivers down your spine. "Take it deeper. You know how much you enjoy pleasing me."

The sensations intensified as you found a rhythm that seemed to drive him to the edge. "You're so good at this," he groaned, his words laced with desire.

Geto's grip tightened as he approached the pinnacle. "I'm close," he gasped, his hips involuntarily thrusting forward. The husky promise of release hung in the air as your skilled movements brought him to the edge.

With a guttural moan, Geto reached the peak of pleasure, releasing into your mouth. You continued your rhythmic motions even as Geto's arousal softened. The room was filled with a lingering heat, the shared satisfaction palpable in the air. However, as the aftermath settled, fatigue took over.

Your body, exhausted from the passionate exchange, gave in to the sensations. Gradually, you found yourself leaning against Geto, your breathing slowing down, as you passed out.

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JJK MLIST | MAIN MLIST

❝﹝ ᝰ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔──★ ˙ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི.ᐟ﹞

⤹ . 〈 𝐎.𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 〉

NO NUT NOVEMBER

SLEEPOVER

VANILLA

COUPON

SNOW

PRETTIEST + Geto Suguru

FIRST LOVE

⤹ . 〈 𝐒.𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 〉

• MAYBE IN ANOTHER LIFE?

↳˳;; ❝ SUMMARY: Your boyfriend, who you loved more than anything, who was your will to live, broke up with you. ᵕ̈೫˚∗

• REGRET

↳˳;; ❝ SUMMARY: Pregnancy, usually a positive outcome of love between two partners that love each other deeply. But Pregnancy resulting from someone using you for their own pleasure is far from a positive outcome ᵕ̈೫˚∗

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Hii! Can I request any jjk men with a best friend! reader who wears a mask to hide their face bcs they think its ugly? (its up to u if u want sfw or not!)

#PRETTIEST [Gojo S. and Geto S.]

SUMMARY: Since you were a child, you‘ve always hated the way you look, so- you started wearing a mask.

— C.W: Gojo Satoru x female reader x Geto Suguru , hurt with comfort , insecurity , fluff.

— WORD COUNT: 1.3k+

— TAGLIST: @starlightanyaaa

— A/N: AHHH THIS IS SUCH A CUTE REQUEST I HAD TO WRITE IT IMMEDIATELY AFTER I FINISHED WRITING MAYBE IN ANOTHER LIFE!! SORRY IF ITS SHORT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!

Since you were a small child, you always hated the way you looked. Your nose, cheeks, and moles were constant sources of self-consciousness, and you despised the way you appeared in general. It was as if a dark cloud of insecurity constantly loomed over you, casting a shadow on your self-esteem.

Around the age of 7, it all began. You were just an innocent child, excited to go to school like any other kid. You possessed a unique ability that set you apart from your classmates - you could see curses, dark entities that others couldn’t perceive.

Every day, as you walked past your classmates, you were subjected to relentless torment. They would push you into the ground, snatch away your books, spill your lunch onto your head, and even steal your clothes during PE. You became a victim of bullying, and the reason behind it was painfully clear - you were deemed ugly.

At that tender age, you couldn’t comprehend the cruelty that surrounded you. You naively believed that this was their way of noticing you or playing with you. But as time went on, the truth slowly revealed itself - they targeted you because of your appearance, because you were considered ugly in their eyes.

It was during this dark period that you began to wear a mask, hoping that it would shield you from the relentless bullying. The mask became your armor, a tangible barrier that protected you from the perceived flaws you couldn’t bear to face. It became a part of your identity, an integral aspect of who you were. With the mask on, you felt a sense of safety, as if you were hiding your true self from the scrutinizing eyes of the world.

There wasn’t a single moment when you ventured outside without your mask. But despite the mask’s protective facade, deep down, you longed to be accepted for who you truly were.

It was during this challenging time that you crossed paths with your best friends, Geto and Gojo. Fate brought the three of you together on a fateful day as you were walking home from school. They witnessed your ability to kill a low-grade curse, and in that moment, they knew that you were like them - you could see curses just as they could.

This serendipitous encounter changed the course of your life. You made the decision to leave your previous school and join the same school as Geto and Gojo, hoping that this new environment would provide a fresh start, free from the torment of your past.

In the same class as Geto and Gojo, there was another girl who exuded beauty effortlessly. Her flawless skin, perfect facial structures, and the charming mole beneath her eye made her the epitome of perfection. Secretly, you couldn’t help but feel jealous of her. You longed to possess the same level of beauty and radiance, but you kept your jealousy hidden beneath a facade of indifference.

As the months passed, your bond with Geto and Gojo grew stronger. You began to address them by their first names, just as they did with you. It seemed like everything was going well, until one fateful day when a simple request shattered the fragile equilibrium you had created.

The three of you were gathered in Geto’s dorm, engrossed in a movie, when Gojo’s curious gaze fell upon your mask. His innocent question pierced through your defenses, leaving you vulnerable and exposed.

“Say, y/n… could we see your face?” he inquired, his finger pointing towards the mask that concealed your true self.

In that moment, the smile that had adorned your face behind the mask vanished, replaced by a mixture of apprehension and fear. You locked eyes with Gojo, the intensity of his gaze making your heart race.

“We’ve been friends for quite some time now, and I can’t recall a single moment where you haven’t worn that mask. You even wear it while you sleep!” he continued,

Your gaze dropped, unable to meet their expectant eyes. It was true - you had never once removed the mask in their presence. You only allowed it to come off when you brushed your teeth or washed your face. The thought of revealing your true face to them filled you with an overwhelming sense of dread. You feared that they would be repulsed by your appearance, that they would abandon you once they saw the real you, the one you believed to be ugly.

“That’s true, y/n. If you have a larger injury or something, we won’t judge. We just want to see how pretty you look behind the mask,” Geto chimed in,

Pretty.

The word echoed in your mind, taunting you with its expectations. They anticipated beauty, but what if you took off your mask and shattered their illusions? What if they saw the imperfections that plagued your self-image? The mere thought of their potential rejection was unbearable.

But why do you care so much about their opinion?

The reason was because you had fallen in love with both Geto and Gojo. Despite knowing that you were seemingly out of their league, your heart couldn’t help but beat faster whenever you were around them. You had tried to suppress these feelings, but they persisted, refusing to be ignored.

“I promise, Y/N, whatever you’re hiding won’t change a thing between us,” Gojo spoke, his voice filled with sincerity as he positioned himself in front of you. Geto, too, reached out and gently took your hands in his larger ones.

“Please, trust us,” Geto pleaded,

You found it difficult to resist their pleading gazes. Taking a deep breath, you finally relented, “Fine, but I warn you, it’s not what you expect.”

As the mask slipped away, revealing your face, you closed your eyes tightly, bracing yourself for the inevitable disappointment and rejection. You didn’t want to hear the people you loved utter the same hurtful words that had haunted you in the past.

But then, to your astonishment, Gojo’s voice broke the silence, filled with genuine awe, “Unbelievable! This is beyond stunning; it’s mesmerizing.”

Did you hear correctly? Mesmerizing? He didn’t say the word “ugly”? You cautiously opened your eyes, only to be met with Gojo’s intense gaze. He was staring at your face, his cheeks flushed with a deep blush. In that moment, you realized that he found you stunning, not repulsive. He was captivated by your appearance.

“I knew you were hiding a masterpiece under there, but this… it’s like you walked out of a dream,” Geto spoke, his hands tightening around yours,

Confusion and disbelief washed over you as you struggled to comprehend their reactions. “I don’t understand… why aren’t you saying I look ugly?” you murmured, your eyes flickering between the two of them.

“Ugly?” Gojo scoffed, his voice filled with disbelief. “That’s impossible. You’re the epitome of beauty, and we’re lucky to witness it.”

“Whoever said that you’re ugly clearly is blind,” Geto chimed in, removing his hands from yours and wrapping his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. “Because you’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen in my whole life.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you widened them in shock. The tears began streaming down your face as a genuine smile spread across your lips. You were overwhelmed by their words and the overwhelming surge of emotions that flooded your heart.

Suddenly, a hand crept around your waist, and you looked down to see Gojo smiling up at you, resting his head on your lap.

“You guys…” you whispered, your voice choked with emotion as more tears continued to flow down your cheeks, landing on Gojo’s face beneath you.

A hand gently cradled your jaw, turning your head to the side, and you found yourself meeting Geto’s intense gaze. He brought his lips to your face, tenderly kissing away the tears that cascaded down your cheeks.

“Beautiful,” he murmured,

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#ROOMMATE [Geto suguru]

SUMMARY: You were in your room, hoping for a nap, but it was ruined by loud moans next door.

— C.W: roommate! Geto suguru x insecure female reader , alcohol , drinking , angst , insecurity, comparing , jealousy, 18+ , nsfw , marking , nipple play , begging , creampie , teasing , oral , not proofread!

— WORD COUNT : 6.3k+

— A/N: I got carried away a bit..

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You lay in your room, yearning for a moment of peace and a quick nap, the gentle hum of your ceiling fan offering a soothing backdrop. The world outside your window was bathed in soft sunlight, a rare moment of tranquility in your otherwise busy life. A deep sigh escaped your lips as you closed your eyes, drifting into the beginnings of a well-deserved nap.

However, just as you began to slip into that hazy realm of rest, an unexpected interruption jarred you from your reverie. It started as faint, barely audible sounds coming from the room next door. You furrowed your brows, initially dismissing it as mere background noise.

But as the moans grew louder and more passionate, it became abundantly clear that the tranquility you so desperately sought was now out of reach. Your peace was shattered, and the source of this disruption was impossible to ignore: your roommate's fervent lovemaking, echoing through the walls and into your ears.

Your eyes snapped open, and you were left to ponder how you could possibly regain the serenity you had hoped for.

You spring out of bed and stormed to the wall that separated your room from your roommates , your palm landing on it with a loud, resounding slam.

"Keep it down!" you barked, hoping they‘ll hear you and be quiet,"Some of us are trying to get some rest!"

But instead of getting quieter, their moans grew louder, accompanied by laughter.

It seemed as if they were intentionally flaunting their intimacy, pushing the boundaries of your patience. The thin walls of the apartment complex did little to shield you from the explicit sounds of their desires.

Geto's loud chuckle resonated through the thin walls, his voice brimming with a mischievous undertone. It felt as though he was intentionally turning up the volume to make sure you heard every word. You clutched your pillow in frustration, your peaceful nap slipping further away.

"And who exactly is trying to get some rest?" he exclaimed with an almost mocking tone, fully aware of the annoyance he was causing.

Your patience ran thin as their passionate activities continued. „Me." Your voice carried through the walls, "Not everyone wants to hear you and your whores... enjoying yourselves."

A brief pause followed, marked by a faint gasp that could only be attributed to one of Geto's companions.

But Geto's next words threw you off guard. "Are you jealous or something?" he shouted back, a teasing quality in his voice.

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and you couldn't help but stammer, "N-no way!" Your voice wavered as you vehemently denied any hint of jealousy.

Geto's response was a simple, "Sure..." that lingered in the air, his amused tone painting a sly smile on his face.

Your frustration with Geto's behavior extended beyond the present situation. In fact, it had been a constant struggle to come to terms with your unrequited feelings for him. It wasn't a secret crush, it was a deep, hidden affection that you'd carefully nurtured. But there was something you were certain of - Geto had no idea about your feelings. The mere thought of confessing to him filled you with dread, knowing all too well that he'd likely reject you.

All the women Geto has ever bought seemed to have the same type of body, just different faces. And every time you saw them, you couldn't help but feel that you weren't quite the same as those women.They were all svelte, confident, and undoubtedly attractive. It was impossible not to notice the recurring pattern, and every time you heard their passionate escapades through the wall, you couldn't help but feel inadequate in comparison.

Their distinct, confident moans seeped through the walls, a stark contrast to your own quiet and private moments. The realization that Geto consistently chooses partners so different from you only intensified your insecurities, creating a nagging doubt that perhaps you weren't good enough, attractive enough, or desirable enough to ever gain his attention.

You sighed, as the loud noises from the next room continued. You realized there was no hope for a peaceful nap. You pushed your covers aside and climbed out of your bed. With each step, you trudged over to the closet, your feet feeling heavy against the floor. Inside the closet, you found comfort in the familiarity of your clothing. You selected baggy black pants adorned with white stripes running down the sides from your pocket, and you paired them with a dark gray, zip-up, long-sleeve corset shirt.

In a familiar routine, you packed a few things into your backpack. This wasn't the first time you decided to leave when Geto had someone over. It was just easier to get out and avoid hearing the sounds that made you feel down. You wished you could be in their place, but deep down, you felt inadequate.

You took a deep breath, a momentary pause in your preparations, as you decided on your next move. Your usual refuge from the chaos in your shared apartment was Geto's best friend, Gojo Satoru. But today, when you reached for your phone and dialed his number, your hopes were met with disappointment.

"Hello?" Satoru's cheerful voice answered.

"Hey, Satoru," you began, "I was wondering... Can I stay over at your place tonight, like I usually do when Suguru has company over? It's just... it's one of those nights, you know?"

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line, and you could sense his hesitation. Finally, Satoru spoke, regret in his tone. "I'm really sorry, Y/N, but I can't tonight. I've got a date planned, and I can't cancel on her."

Your shoulders slumped, and a sense of disappointment washed over you. You had hoped for an escape, a way to avoid the turmoil of Geto's latest tryst.

With a heavy sigh, you replied to Gojo, "It's fine. I'll think of something."

"I'm very sorry, Y/n."

You offered a small smile and reassured him, "Don't worry, Satoru. Have fun with your date." You hung up, realizing that you would need to find another way to escape the discomfort of your apartment.

Leaving your room, you crossed through the living room towards the exit. The noise from Geto's activities continued, a reminder of the frustration you were trying to leave behind. You walked out of the apartment and onto the street, not sure where your feet would take you. The night air was cool, and as you descended the stairs, you considered your options for the evening.

As you walked down the streets, your steps eventually led you to a nearby bar. The neon sign outside flickered, casting an inviting glow onto the sidewalk. You hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether entering was a good idea. However, the allure of drowning your frustrations in a dimly lit space with some background chatter was too appealing.

Pushing the door open, you entered the cozy bar. The warm atmosphere and mellow music wrapped around you, offering solace from the chaos back home. You found an empty stool at the bar counter, and the bartender acknowledged you with a friendly nod.

"What can I get you?" the bartender asked.

You ordered a drink to help ease your mind. The alcohol provided a comforting numbness, and you began to unwind. The thoughts of Geto's activities and your insecurities faded away, at least for the moment

Sitting at the bar, nursing your drink, you couldn't help but get lost in your thoughts. The alcohol had taken the edge off your frustration, but it couldn't erase the insecurities that still lingered in the back of your mind. Your gaze was fixed on the glass in front of you, and you pondered your unfortunate situation.

Suddenly, a voice interrupted your reverie. "Hey there, mind if I sit here?" You looked up to find a handsome stranger with dark brown hair and piercing green eyes. Despite your emotional turmoil, his charisma caught your attention.

You hesitated for a moment but eventually nodded, welcoming the opportunity to escape your own thoughts. "Sure, go ahead," you replied, offering a faint smile.

As he settled on the stool beside you, the stranger introduced himself as Ryo. He leaned in closer, his eyes filled with genuine interest. "What‘s a pretty lady like you doing here?"

You bite your lips at his question,“Just came here to relax.“

„You look like you've got a lot on your mind. Care to share?“

You took a deep breath, deciding it wouldn't hurt to talk to a stranger about your problems. "It's just that... I've got this annoying roommate who's always bringing girls over. It's impossible to get some peace and quiet in my own apartment," you confided, hesitantly revealing the source of your frustrations, but not mentioning the part where you have a crush on him.

Ryo listened intently, nodding sympathetically. "That does sound tough. Must be hard to relax with all that noise.“

You nodded at his response, taking another sip of your drink.

„How about you get out of here for a while? I know a nearby motel- where we can have some…uh- you know.. And forget about your troubles." His green eyes sparkled with mischief.

Your initial instinct was to deny Ryo's offer, as it seemed too spontaneous and risky. But the alcohol coursing through your veins had other ideas. It whispered in your mind, urging you to embrace a little excitement and adventure for once.

You contemplated the proposal for a few seconds, and although a part of you was hesitant, you couldn't ignore the allure of spontaneity and a temporary escape from your problems. Your thoughts danced with uncertainty, but the alcohol had muffled your inhibitions just enough to say, "Fine I guess. I could use a little distraction right now."

With that, you both left the bar together, leaving behind your worries and insecurities for the night.

It was now 3 a.m, and you lay in the dimly lit room, naked and content, with Ryo sleeping peacefully beside you. You couldn't help but steal a glance at his serene face before gently removing the covers. The room was quiet, except for the soft, rhythmic sound of Ryo's breathing.

Carefully, you got out of the bed and started collecting your scattered clothes from the floor. As you dressed, you couldn't help but recall the unexpected turn of events that had led you to this motel room. It had been a wild ride, and you were left with a mix of emotions, from exhilaration to a tinge of guilt and the lingering worry about what might come next.

With your clothes back on, you took one last look at Ryo, who was still lost in dreams, then quietly made your way to the door,

The city was hushed at this late hour, and the streets were nearly empty as you made your way back to the apartment you shared with Geto.

As you walked along the dimly lit streets, you thought about your noisy roommate and the constant disturbance he brought into your life. At that moment, you felt a strange mixture of frustration and guilt. The secret rendezvous in the motel was something you had never imagined happening, especially not with a stranger you'd met in a bar.

As you arrived, you quietly unlocked the apartment door and stepped inside, hoping to slip in unnoticed, but as soon as the door creaked open, Geto, who was sitting on the couch engrossed in his phone, looked up and spotted you. He jumped to his feet and almost shouted your name.

"Y/n! Where were you at this hour?“ Geto roared as he stood in front of you, his anger barely contained. His eyebrows knitted in a deep frown, he continued, "And why in the world weren't you picking up your damn phone? I've been calling you for what feels like an eternity!"

You couldn't help but respond defiantly, asking, "Why do you even care?"

His frustration was palpable as he retorted, "Why shouldn't I care when you ignored both my calls and Satoru's?! I tried to call you, telling you to come back, but you didn‘t pick up! So I called Satoru, thinking you'd fallen asleep at his place, only to find out you weren't there. Why shouldn't I be livid when it's almost 4 in the morning, and you're out there, Lord knows where?!"

Geto's anger and worry were evident as he spoke, and you could sense that your actions had genuinely affected him. However, you had no intention of revealing the real reason for your absence, fearing his reaction if he were to discover the truth.

"I was with someone," you replied, fabricating a lie in the hopes that he might believe it.

Geto's sharp eyes caught something, and he lowered the collar of your jacket to reveal the collection of hickeys and bruises adorning your neck. His expression shifted to a mixture of confusion and jealousy as he examined the marks, his fingers lightly tracing over the evidence.

"Who gave these to you?" he inquired, his tone laced with an unsettling combination of emotions.

You were quick to deflect,"Why do you even care? It's not like you're my boyfriend," you spoke, while removing his hand.

Geto met your eyes with a piercing gaze, his furrowed brows deepening, before eventually directing his attention to the floor, unsure of how to respond to your rebuff.

Geto let out an exasperated sigh, seemingly at a loss for words. He knew there was no valid reason for him to be jealous, but seeing the marks on your neck left an unexplainable feeling of discomfort within him.

He finally mumbled, "You're right, I'm not your boyfriend," his voice laced with a hint of regret. "But you shouldn't go around letting just anyone mark you like that."

„Says you.“ you reply, walking past him and entering the bathroom.

You stood in front of the bathroom mirror, hesitating for a moment as your reflection stared back at you. The clothes you wore felt tainted on, carrying the lingering sensation of Ryo's touch, a touch that had marked you with a tapestry of hickeys and bruises. Your fingers worked swiftly as you began to remove your shirt, the soft fabric falling to the floor, revealing the hickeys and marks that adorned your skin.

With a sigh, you reached for your pants, your fingers deftly undoing the fastenings and sliding the fabric down your legs. The pants joined the discarded shirt in a pool on the floor. Now only in your undergarments, you hesitated once more, looking at yourself in the mirror with a mixture of frustration and desire.

You craved the hot water to wash away not just the physical evidence of Ryo's touch, but also the memories that clung to your skin. Finally, you reached for the shower handle, turning it on to let the water heat up. As the steam began to fill the bathroom, you stepped under the soothing flow, feeling the heat and moisture envelop your body.

The water splashed over you, washing away the sweat, the scent of your own arousal, and the remnants of Ryo's embrace. As you closed your eyes, you couldn't help but rethink your interaction with Geto. Maybe you were too harsh in your response. After all, he had been genuinely worried about your well-being.

Your thoughts drifted back to his expressions of concern, and his anger over the marks on your skin. He wasn't your boyfriend, that was true, but you couldn't deny there was something deeper than mere friendship between you two. The thought of him feeling hurt or upset over your actions tugged at your heart.

As you lathered yourself with soap, the fragrant foam serving as a gentle buffer against the steamy water, you started to question whether you should have been more understanding. You realized that his concern was genuine, and it had caused his emotional outburst.

Maybe you should have let him explain his side of the story instead of being so harsh. After all, he had been the one worried about you, not knowing where you were, and trying to reach out when you didn't answer his calls. Your stubbornness might have pushed him away.

With your mind made up, you turned off the shower and stepped out onto the bathroom tiles, droplets of water still clinging to your skin. In your renewed determination, you hurriedly dried yourself off with a towel, not wanting to waste any more time.

As you went through the motions of drying your hair and body, a sudden realization struck you. The pajamas you had intended to wear had been left behind in your room, neatly folded on your bed. You must have forgotten to grab them in your haste to leave.

With nothing else within reach, you wrapped a towel around your body, tucking it in to ensure it stayed in place. You left the bathroom, going to your room to get dressed.

As you stepped back into your room, you quickly located your pajamas and began to get dressed. You pulled on your panties and then, just as you were about to put on your t-shirt, the door suddenly creaked open.

Startled, you looked over to see Geto standing in the doorway, holding a tray with two cups of tea.

He seemed to be lost for words for a moment, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of you, wearing only your panties, with the towel that had been wrapped around you discarded on the bed. The room was filled with an awkward tension.

"Suguru, you... you could have knocked." you stammered, quickly moving to cover yourself with the t-shirt you were about to put on.

Geto, still red-faced and with one hand covering his eyes, mumbled, "Sorry, I didn't mean to barge in. I just wanted to apologize for shouting at you."

Geto carefully placed the tray of tea down on a nearby table, Geto took a step closer, his expression now more serious and less embarrassed.

Geto's arms enveloped you, and he leaned in, resting his chin gently atop your head. The warmth of his embrace sent a shiver down your spine.

"I truly was worried about you, Y/n. I didn't mean to upset you," he whispered softly, his breath tickling your ear.

Your eyes widened at his embrace, your heart racing, and a deep blush painted your cheeks. "It's fine," you mumbled, your voice barely more than a breath, "I was also harsh."

Geto held you even tighter for a moment before finally releasing you slightly. "Can you please tell me where you were?" he asked, concern evident in his eyes and voice.

You took a step back and put your t-shirt on, your mind whirring as you wondered why Geto seemed so insistent on knowing your whereabouts. His desire to understand your actions left you puzzled, and you couldn't help but think about the way he stared at the hickeys on your neck earlier.

"Why do you want to know it so badly?",

Geto shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting away from your inquisitive gaze. He wasn't used to being put on the spot, and your question seemed to have made him nervous.

"It's not like you to stay out so late," he mumbled, avoiding eye contact,"I was worried something might have happened to you."

But there was something in his tone that hinted at a deeper concern. You couldn't quite put your finger on it, but you sensed that Geto was keeping something from you.

"I was at a bar," you replied, taking a seat on the edge of your bed. Geto joined you, sitting down beside you. "Satoru had a date today, so I couldn't go to his place, and honestly, I just wanted to get away from this place and not hear you and your guests having fun."

Geto's next question caught you by surprise. "Okay, so did you meet that guy there?" He inquired, his eyes focused on you. You raised an eyebrow, puzzled by his question. "What guy?"

"The one who gave you the hickeys," Geto clarified.

You couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions when Geto brought up the hickeys,"Oh, you mean Ryo? Yeah, I met him at the bar. We... got along, I guess."

Geto's expression was unreadable as he absorbed this information. You couldn't tell if he was upset, jealous, or just curious. After a brief silence, he finally spoke, "Well, I hope you had a good time with him, Y/n."

Geto's voice dropped to a near-whisper, and you barely caught his words as he muttered under his breath, "I bet I could've made you feel better."

Your attention shifted back to him, but you pretended not to hear what he said. The atmosphere in the room seemed charged, and you both knew that something had shifted between you.

"Y/n," Geto began, breaking the silence. "Can I ask you something personal? How did it feel when Ryo gave you those hickeys?"

You shifted uncomfortably on the bed, considering his question. "Well, it felt... intense," you admitted cautiously. "I mean, it's not like I get that kind of attention often."

Geto's gaze remained fixed on you, and you could sense a growing tension in the room as he asked, "Would you say you enjoyed it?"

The air grew heavy as you responded, "what's up with all those questions?“

Geto hesitated for a moment before answering, "Well, it's just that... I can't help but wonder. Do you think I could be better in bed than that Ryo? Have you ever thought about it?"

You blinked in surprise. The thought had crossed your mind on occasion, especially with Geto's charm and the chemistry you'd shared. But it had remained a fantasy. "I mean, we've never... you know, been together like that," you admitted, a touch of embarrassment coloring your cheeks.

Geto nodded slowly. "True, we haven't. But maybe we should consider it."

"Wait! W-what did you just say?" you stammered, your heart pounding in your chest. His words had caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but feel a mixture of surprise, curiosity, and apprehension.

Geto met your gaze with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. "I said, maybe we should consider it," he repeated, his voice laced with a newfound desire.

Geto's fingers gently caressed your chin as he leaned in closer, his warm breath brushing against your lips. His eyes bore into yours, searching for a sign, a glimmer of consent, or resistance. You could feel the tension between you two, and your mind raced, struggling to process the sudden turn of events.

Your heart raced as you gazed into Geto's eyes, Your brain and your heart were locked in a fierce battle, each one pushing you in a different direction. Logic screamed at you to push him away, to maintain your boundaries, and to keep your feelings in check. But your heart, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment and your long-standing desire for Geto, yearned to close the gap between you

As Geto's thumb traced a gentle pattern along your chin, your heart won the battle. Your lips slowly parted, and you leaned in, closing the distance between you. With a soft sigh, your mouths met in a heated, passionate kiss,

As your lips met Geto's in the passionate kiss, a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions rushed through your mind, creating a maelstrom of uncertainty and longing. Did you hear him correctly? Did he really want to do it with you? A barrage of insecurity clawed at your self-esteem, leaving you feeling like you didn't measure up to the other women he had been with.

In the midst of your mental turmoil, Geto deepened the kiss, and you felt the warmth of his hands gently cradling your face, grounding you in the present moment. His kiss was a fusion of desire, tenderness, and something more profound. You couldn't help but let yourself drown in the intensity of the moment, losing yourself in the magnetic pull of his lips and the reassuring pressure of his touch.

Still, those nagging doubts whispered in the background of your thoughts. Were you truly good enough for Geto? Were you worthy of this affection? Yet, his soft words of reassurance cut through your internal chaos. "Don't overthink it," he whispered,"Forget the others; focus on us."

In that moment, his words were a lifeline, pulling you back from the precipice of self-doubt.

He gently guided you backward, urging you to recline onto the bed. The soft mattress met your back, its warmth seeping through your clothes, heightening the intimate atmosphere in the room. You felt a rush of anticipation as he hovered over you, his eyes filled with both desire and tenderness.

His lips left yours, trailing a path of feathery kisses along your jawline and down your neck where he kissed on top of your hickeys from ryo. Each delicate press of his lips sent a shiver down your spine, igniting your senses with heightened sensitivity. Your fingers entangled themselves in his dark hair as you tilted your head, allowing him more access to your skin.

Geto's hands wandered with purpose, exploring the curves of your body beneath your clothes. He seemed intent on making you feel cherished, wanted, and adored. Your racing heart was matched by your rapid breaths as he slid your shirt off, baring your upper body to his intense gaze. His lips returned to yours, capturing you in another deep kiss.

The gentle exploration evolved into a more intense passion, with Geto's hands becoming more assertive, caressing your exposed skin and igniting a fire within you. Your kisses grew fervent, exchanging a silent promise of shared desires and newfound intimacy.

As Geto's tender kisses traversed your collarbone, they gradually descended further south, leaving a trail of fiery desire in their wake. His lips caressed your chest, making your heart race. Every gentle touch was a whisper of longing, leaving you breathless and craving more.

With a purposeful intent, Geto's mouth closed around your breast. His lips created a sensual seal around your nipple as his tongue swirled, eliciting a breathless moan from you.

His mouth moved with a slow, torturous pace, teasing and taunting you as he alternated between sucking and nibbling your delicate flesh. The soft, wet sounds of his devotion were a sweet symphony of passion that echoed through the room, mingling with your pleasured sighs and moans.

The sensation sent waves of ecstasy coursing through your body, causing your fingers to clutch at the bedsheets in sheer delight. The merging of emotions, from anticipation to desire, mingled in the most intimate way. Your feelings were laid bare before Geto, who continued to lavish his affection upon you, marking you as his own.

As his lips left a path of sensual warmth across your chest and down your abdomen, your thoughts were awash with questions. Could this be more than a fleeting moment of desire? Did Geto see you as someone different from the others he had been with? Were you something his eyes, or just another conquest?

But as Geto's lips met your skin with unrestrained fervor, he sensed your inner turmoil. He raised his head slightly, locking eyes with you, his gaze filled with a depth of emotion that left you breathless. His voice was a gentle murmur, brushing away your doubts.

"Don't overthink, Y/n," he whispered, his breath caressing your skin. "Just focus on this moment, on us."

He lowered himself to take in the sight of your already wet panties. A mischievous smirk crept onto his lips as he stared at the source of your arousal, and without hesitation, he leaned down and bit gently at the soft flesh of your folds through the fabric.

A whimper escaped your lips as your eyes locked onto his, a mixture of anticipation and desire in their depths. Geto's teasing continued as he traced the contours of your folds with his lips, still separated from your most sensitive area by the barrier of your panties. His tongue danced along the fabric, from bottom to top, skillfully coaxing out your most intense sensations.

The sensations Geto's teasing evoked were electrifying, and you could feel the warmth pooling between your legs. Your fingers reached down to grasp the edge of your panties, wanting to feel his touch more directly.

Geto, sensing your eagerness, brushed your hands away and whispered, "Not so fast, my dear," his voice filled with a sultry confidence. His lips continued to work through the fabric, and with each passing moment, your arousal intensified.

As he persisted in his seductive exploration, your moans grew louder, echoing through the room.

"Suguru..," you panted, overwhelmed by the sensations and the growing desire burning inside you. "Please, take ‘em off..."

He looked up, his eyes locked onto yours with a wicked grin."You'll have to beg for it."

Your frustration and longing reached a breaking point as you pleaded, "Suguru.., please- I need y-you to take ‘em off. I want you so badly… please- I-I can‘t wait any..longer.."

His teasing grin widened, and he finally gave in, slowly sliding your panties down your legs.

Your aching core pulsed with longing, each beat reverberating through your entire body as if it had a heartbeat of its own. It throbbed with a desperate desire, craving the touch and attention it had been yearning for.

Geto gazed at your throbbing, eager hole, clenching around nothing,"Look at you, Y/n," he murmured, "all wet and ready for me. You wanted this, didn't you?"

You moaned in response, your hips instinctively shifting as you craved his touch. "Yes..," you gasped. "I've wanted this for so l-long."

He leaned down, his hot breath brushing against your most sensitive spot, sending shivers down your spine. "Good," he whispered. "I'll make sure it's worth the wait."

Geto's fingers worked their way to your hips, gently holding you in place as he closed the distance between his mouth and your throbbing core. The sensation of his soft, teasing kisses along your inner thighs was maddening, as he continued to build the anticipation. You clenched the sheets, your body aching for his touch, and your moans filled the room.

Geto, unable to resist the desire any longer, finally surrendered to your unspoken plea. He gently parted your quivering thighs and settled himself between them. His tongue traced slow and tantalizing circles around your clit, each stroke sending delightful shivers throughout your body. He moaned at your taste, the vibrations adding a new layer of intensity to your pleasure. Your fingers found their way into his hair, holding him close as you gasped

Swept up in the whirlwind of pleasure, you couldn't contain your moans. They filled the room, echoing your unbridled ecstasy. The intensity grew with every delicate touch of Geto's lips and the rhythmic flicks of his tongue.

„Suguru.. I can't... it's t-too much." Your voice was a desperate plea, but it only seemed to spur him on.

You arched your back, your body trembling, as he delved deeper, seeking out the most sensitive spots. His fingers slipped inside you, matching the rhythm of his tantalizing oral ministrations. Waves of pleasure surged through you as your muscles tightened and your breath quickened.

„You can take it," he murmured, his voice laced with desire. "I want to make you feel so good, Y/n."

Finally, your body couldn't hold back any longer. You cried out his name as your release washed over you, your fingers clutching his hair and your back arching off the bed. Geto continued to pleasure you through the waves of your climax, prolonging the sensation.

Geto seemed to take pleasure in watching you squirm beneath his touch. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he pulled away, his lips glistening from your essence. He sat back on his heels, looking at your flushed and trembling form with a self-satisfied grin.

He ran his fingers along your inner thighs, stopping just short of where you needed him most. "You're so responsive, Y/n," he murmured, his voice husky. "But we're just getting started. I want to make sure you'll never forget this."

You whimpered, your body still thrumming with need, as Geto began his tantalizing descent again, kissing and licking his way back up your trembling form.

As Geto continued his relentless exploration of your body, you found it increasingly difficult to contain your longing. Your fingers clutched at the sheets, your back arched involuntarily, and your breath hitched with every lingering touch of his lips and tongue.

His gaze met yours as he hovered once again over your core. He leaned in, his warm breath caressing your inner thighs. The sensation sent delicious shivers coursing through your body, making you quiver with anticipation.

Geto's tongue flicked against your most sensitive spot, and you couldn't hold back a throaty moan. His tongue moved in slow, teasing circles, driving you back to the brink of ecstasy. Your fingers tangled in the sheets as you writhed beneath him, aching for release.

He looked up at you with a wicked grin and asked, "Do you want more, Y/n?"

Your voice quivered as you responded, "Yes, please, Suguru."

Geto's grin deepened as he stood up to remove his pants, revealing his hardened member, throbbing with desire. He climbed back onto the bed, his eyes never leaving yours as he moved closer, his warm skin brushing against your trembling body.

The anticipation was overwhelming, and you couldn't tear your gaze away from him. He positioned himself at your entrance, the tip of his length brushing against your heated core, and the electrifying sensation sent a shiver down your spine.

"Ready?" Geto whispered,

You nodded eagerly, your heart racing, and your breath quickening.

As soon as he entered you, you couldn't help but let out a loud, lustful moan, your body reacting instinctively to his presence within you. A jolt of pleasure shot through your core as you felt yourself clenching tightly around him, making Geto hiss in response.

„So tight-„he muttered, a smirk on his lips.

His member was undeniably impressive, not only in length but also in girth, and it felt like he was stretching and filling you to your limits. The sensations were intense, and you could feel every inch of him as he slowly thrust deeper, making you gasp with each movement.

Geto's relentless thrusts continued, driving deeper into you with each powerful motion. The intensity of the pleasure was overwhelming, and you couldn't contain your moans. "You feel so good," Geto whispered in a husky voice, his breath hot against your ear. "I've wanted this for so long, Y/n..“

Your body quivered as he filled you completely, and your cries grew louder. "O-oh..S’guru..!" you moaned, your voice trembling, as Geto's thrusts became even more powerful. Your cries of pleasure filled the room, a mix of desire, longing, and ecstasy. "Don't- stop."

Geto's grip on your hips tightened, and his thrusts became more urgent. "I won't," he murmured, his voice filled with desire. "I'm going to make you feel so good, princess."

You clung to him, your nails digging into his back as you met his powerful thrusts with equal fervor. Your moans became more desperate and unrestrained, and Geto's own desire only grew more intense.

In the midst of your passion, you whispered his name over and over, your voices intertwining in a symphony of desire. The room was filled with the sounds of your love, and the world outside seemed to fade away as you both approached the pinnacle of pleasure.

Geto's movements became more erratic as he pushed you to the brink of ecstasy. With one final, powerful thrust, you both reached the peak together, crying out each other's names as the pleasure consumed you.

As the waves of ecstasy washed over you, you clung to Geto, breathless and sated.

Geto gently pushed the covers of the bed aside and guided both of you under them. With a tenderness that contrasted the passion you had just shared, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a loving embrace.

You settled into the cozy cocoon of the blankets, feeling his warmth against your back as Geto became the big spoon. His breath on the nape of your neck sent shivers down your spine, and his arms held you securely, as if he never wanted to let you go.

In the soft afterglow of your intimacy, you both laid there, your bodies entwined. The world outside seemed to disappear as you savored the tranquility of the moment, the only sounds being the steady rhythm of your breath and the beating of your hearts.

Geto whispered sweet words in your ear, professing his desire and affection for you. With a contented sigh, you leaned back into his embrace, finding comfort and solace in his presence.

As the minutes passed, and the weight of your shared passion settled into a gentle lull, your eyelids grew heavy. Geto's soothing words and comforting embrace provided the perfect environment for you to drift into a peaceful slumber.

The warmth of his body, pressed against your back, felt like a protective shield. It was as if, in this moment, the world outside didn't matter. It was just the two of you, wrapped in each other's arms, finding solace and contentment in each other's company.

As your breathing slowed and the room fell into a gentle silence, you found yourself surrendering to the embrace of sleep. Yet, even in this peaceful moment, your mind couldn't help but be consumed by a whirlwind of thoughts and questions:

"What have I just done?"

"Is this the beginning of something more between us?"

"Will this change our relationship?"

"Can I trust him not to betray this secret?"

"Was this a mistake, or something I secretly wanted all along?"

"What happens next?"

As your consciousness drifted away, these questions remained unanswered, leaving you to ponder the uncertain future that lay ahead.

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#SLEEPOVER [Gojo Satoru]

SUMMARY: he is your best friend and the two of you are having a sleepover.

— C.W: sub! Gojo Satoru x dom! female reader , 18+ only , nsfw , riding , blowjob , multiple orgasm , dirty talk , unprotected , pet names , shy gojo , not proofread!

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It had been a while since you and Gojo had some quality time together, just the two of you. Life had been hectic, and you both felt the need to catch up and relax.

So, why not have a sleepover?

After discussing your schedules, you settled on a date that worked for both of you. The excitement of the upcoming sleepover added a spark to your days, and you eagerly prepared your place for the special night.

Finally, the day arrived, and you found yourself standing in front of your wardrobe, carefully selecting your sleepover attire. You settled on a soft, worn-in T-shirt that had become your go-to for comfort, paired with a pair of loose, breathable shorts.

As you finish getting dressed, the sound of the doorbell ringing interrupts your thoughts. Your heart skips a beat, knowing that it must be Gojo. With a quick glance in the mirror to make sure everything is in place, you rush to the front door,

As you swing open the door, there stands Gojo, a small grin on his face, but a hint of shyness in his eyes. His cheeks slightly flush as he sees you, and you waste no time in enveloping him in a warm, tight hug.

"I've missed you!" you chuckled, breaking away from the hug. "Come inside."

"Thanks," Satoru mumbled, his grin turning even more bashful as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. It was clear that he had missed you just as much, if not more.

He looked around your living room, taking in the familiar sights and smells. "So," he said, clearing his throat nervously. "What do you want to do tonight?

„Well..I was thinking of watching a movie. I bought a lot of extra sweets for you.“ you said with a chuckle, a mischievous glint in your eye as you remembered his notorious sweet tooth.

„Ah..Thanks y/n-chan.“ he replied,“Where should I put my things.“ He showed me his gym bag.

„You can put it in my room, considering you'll be sleeping in there. You remember where it is, right?“ you asked.

„Ah, yes, of course." he replied, his cheeks flushing slightly.

„Alright, put your things there while I‘ll bring the snacks.“ you exclaimed, turning around to head to the kitchen. As you got the snacks ready, Gojo made his way towards your room.

As Gojo entered your room, his eyes quickly scanned the area. He noticed the open drawer by the closet, and as he approached it to place his bag inside, he couldn't help but catch a glimpse of the contents. His eyes widened slightly as he realized it was filled with your panties, an unexpected sight that sent a jolt through him.

His heart raced, and he felt a sudden rush of warmth surge through his body. He was acutely aware of the way his chest tightened and his breath quickened. In that moment, he couldn't help but notice how his body reacted to the sight before him. His dick, confined within his pants, gave a noticeable twitch, a physical response he had not anticipated.

Gojo felt a sudden surge of embarrassment and his cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. He knew he was in your room, and this sight was entirely unintentional, but he couldn't deny the effect it had on him. He quickly placed his bag by the closet, his thoughts momentarily preoccupied with the image of your panties, and then turned away, attempting to regain his composure.

He took a deep breath to calm his racing heart and tried to shake off the lingering embarrassment. He returned to the living room, where you were sitting on the sofa, waiting for him.

He found a place beside you and couldn't help but smile, trying to push aside the unexpected encounter in your room.

"You want some?" you asked, extending the water bottle towards him, but Gojo politely declined with a shrug. You opened the bottle and took a sip, savoring the cool liquid.

As you drank from the bottle, Gojo couldn't help but steal glances at you, trying his best not to be too obvious. He felt a growing warmth in his cheeks and an increasing tightness in his pants, which he desperately tried to ignore. Your shirt had become slightly translucent due to the water you had spilled on it, and the outline of your chest was now visible. He also couldn't help but notice your perky nipples, which only added to his internal struggle.

Gojo let out a sigh, as he grabbed the bowl of popcorn on the table, trying to distract himself from the view of your chest. He cleared his throat, attempting to sound as innocent as possible as he settled down next to you on the couch.

"Y/N, w-what are we going to watch?" he asked, his eyes deliberately focused on the TV screen,

You gave Gojo a mischievous grin as you selected a movie from your collection. To his surprise and slight embarrassment, it turned out to be a slightly more risqué film than he had anticipated. As the movie started, he couldn't help but shift uncomfortably on the couch.

Gojo tried his best to concentrate on the movie's plot, but the scenes on the screen were rather distracting, and he could feel his face heating up. He discreetly stole glances at you, wondering if you had chosen this movie intentionally.

„Why did you choose that movie,“ Gojo muttered to you, meanwhile on the screen, the male lead started passionately kissing the female lead while groping her breast,

You couldn't help but chuckle at his flustered reaction. "Why not," you playfully replied, "Are you hard or something?"

His eyes widened at your blunt question, and he tried to discreetly adjust himself in his seat, hoping you wouldn't notice his bulge. "N-No, of course not," he protested,

„Sure..,“You leaned closer to Gojo, pretending to reach for the popcorn bowl on his lap. However, instead of grabbing the popcorn, your hand brushed against his bulge.

Gojo gasped and looked at you with wide eyes. "Y/N, what are you doing?" he whispered,

With a sly smile, you leaned in even closer, your fingers lightly squeezing his bulge, causing him to shudder. "I thought you might need help,"

Gojo's breath hitched. The movie on the screen was quickly forgotten as your hand ventured into his sweatpants. You could feel the heat radiating from his skin, and the sensation of your fingers brushing against his tip made him shudder. His hard length throbbed beneath the fabric, eager for more attention.

With a teasing smile, you lightly smeared the pre-cum across the head, causing Gojo to let out a low, moan.

Your fingers danced across the sensitive skin of his tip, eliciting more groans and needy sounds from Gojo. He couldn't focus on the movie or any pretense of innocence any longer. His head leaned back slightly as he allowed himself to savor the pleasure your hand was delivering.

Your fingers, slick with Gojo's pre-cum, continued to glide along the veins of his throbbing staff. You could feel the powerful pulse beneath your touch, and Gojo's moans grew more desperate as he surrendered to the pleasure.

He couldn't help but watch as your hand moved up and down, your fingers caressing him, your touch sending waves of ecstasy through his body. He knew that he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer, and he wanted to fully experience the release that was so tantalizingly close.

"Please..." Gojo moaned, his hand gripping the armrest of the sofa as he couldn't contain his desire.

With a smile, you released your hand from his throbbing staff and leaned in. Your lips, guided by your teeth, pulled down Gojo's sweatpants, revealing his aching erection. It sprung free and lightly brushed against your cheek,“Never expected you to be so big,“ you chuckled, as your tongue swirled around his sensitive tip, drawing a throaty gasp from him.

You moved your tongue sensuously along his length, swirling and dancing around his throbbing shaft. You savored the taste of him, your lips forming a tight seal as you slid down, taking him deep into your mouth.

Gojo's moans grew louder, his grip on the armrest tightening as the pleasure surged through him.

With a deep groan, he pushed your head further, encouraging you to take more of him into your warm, wet mouth. His hips lifted slightly, seeking more of your sweet, tantalizing touch.

As you took more of him into your mouth, you couldn't help but gag slightly. His size was overwhelming, and it elicited involuntary tears from your eyes.

With the parts that couldn't fit into your mouth, you used your hands to stroke him. Your warm mouth combined with your skilled hands created a sensation that sent shivers down his spine. His hips began to move in rhythm with your actions,

„D-Don‘t stop!“ Gojo's breaths quickened, and with a final, deep groan, he climaxed in your mouth. You continued to suck him, making sure to catch every drop of his release. His body tensed as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him, leaving him gasping for breath.

You withdrew from his throbbing erection, a glistening strand of saliva connecting your lips to his staff. Gojo looked at you, his face flushed, and stammered, "Y-you can spit it out..." He watched nervously.

You opened your mouth, revealing that you had already swallowed every drop of his cum. His blush intensified upon seeing that you had willingly swallowed it all.

You got to your feet, sliding your shorts and panties down your legs. Then, you approached him and settled on his abdomen. You leaned in for a passionate kiss. The kiss was deep and hungry, a mixture of longing and desire. Your tongues danced in a sensuous rhythm, exploring each other's mouths

You broke away from the kiss and slowly lowered yourself over his staff. Each inch you took inside was met with a whimper from Gojo. Your tightness enveloped him, causing a surge of pleasure to shoot through his body as if he were being consumed by a feverish inferno.

You lifted your shirt, your breasts bounced as you did so, and Gojo couldn't help but curse softly under his breath. Sweat trickled down his forehead, and his lips trembled.

You smiled and guided his hands to your chest, letting him feel your breasts before leaning in for another kiss.

Your movements were slow and deliberate as you began to ride him. Every inch of his large manhood stretched you out, making you gasp at the pleasurable discomfort.

Gojo's hands cupped your breasts, feeling their softness and warmth. His thumbs brushed gently over your sensitive nipples, sending waves of sensation through your body. He squeezed and massaged your breasts, paying close attention to your body's responses,

His size filled you completely, and the sensation was a mix of pleasure and pressure. You could feel every inch of him as he slid in and out of you, and your inner muscles clenched around his hardness.

Your breathing grew heavy "You feel so good inside me, s‘toru.." you moaned, "I want all of you, every inch."

Gojo's face grew warm at your words, his cheeks flushed with a rosy hue. He tried to avoid direct eye contact, but your hand on his cheek gently guided his gaze back to yours.

„Don‘t get shy on me now.“ you spoke. You kissed and nibbled along Gojo's neck, teasing nibbles and gentle suction. Your lips and tongue left a trail of warmth on his skin.

Gojo let out a soft moan. He tried to suppress his shyness, but the sensations you were causing made it difficult. Your words and actions were driving him wild,

Both of you could feel the heat rising, desire building with every passionate move. Your hips moved in a synchronized rhythm, your bodies intertwined. Gojo's fingers dug into your hips as he thrust deeper, lost in the whirlwind of pleasure.

Gojo's ragged breaths mixed with your own, each gasp and moan pushing you both closer to the edge. The room filled with the intoxicating scent of desire and the sound of your passionate entwining. It was clear that both of you were reaching the peak of your pleasure.

He looked into your eyes with an intense, almost desperate gaze, and he couldn't hold back any longer. "Y/N… I-I need you. Please.. let me c-come inside you.. please-"

Your heart raced, the connection between you and Gojo reaching its climax. The thought of him losing control and releasing inside you sent a shiver of anticipation through your body. With a sensual smile,“Of course, baby.“ you replied

Gojo's hips moved, as he approached his climax. The sensations were overwhelming, and the world seemed to fade away as he pushed you both toward ecstasy. He thrust deeper and harder, his breaths coming in ragged gasps.

Finally, the intense pleasure consumed him, and he released with a primal groan, spilling his warmth inside you. The feeling of him pulsating as he came sent you over the edge as well, and you joined him in a passionate release, your bodies trembling with pleasure.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, your lips brushing against his earlobe as you whispered, "You're such a good boy.." A tender kiss landed on his cheek,"Shall we continue in the bedroom?"

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FIRST LOVE:

Genere: angst with happy ending

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x fem. reader

REGRET:

Genere: heavy angst

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x fem. reader

MISTAKE:

Genere: angst with happy ending

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x fem. reader

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#VANILLA [Gojo Satoru]

SUMMARY: Your boyfriend wanted to take things slow in your relationship to ensure your comfort, but when you called him "vanilla," everything changed.

— C.W: boyfriend! Gojo satoru x female reader , 18+ only , nsfw , bathroom sex , kitchen sex , unprotected , dirty talk , creampie , pet names , fingering , multiple orgasm , squirting , rough , multiple rounds , passing out , MDNI , not proofread!

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In the early stages of your relationship, you noticed something about your boyfriend, Gojo. Every time you initiated intimacy, he seemed to have a different approach than most. Instead of engaging in full-blown sexual intercourse, Gojo only focused on pleasuring you.

He would kiss you passionately, caress your body, and use his mouth and hands to make sure you were satisfied. It was sweet and attentive, but you couldn't help but feel that he was being a bit too cautious – almost, dare you say it, vanilla.

The way he touched you, left you craving more, wanting to experience the depths of passion that only intercourse could offer. It wasn't that you weren't enjoying the attention he lavished upon you, but you desired a more intense connection, something wilder and less restrained. The desire for something spicier was building inside you, and one day, you couldn't help but call him out on it.

The two of you sat comfortably on the couch, cuddled up under a cozy blanket, engrossed in the movie playing on the screen.

"Satoru," you said softly, as he turned his attention away from the movie to meet your eyes. "You know, you're very vanilla."

His brows furrowed "What? Me? Vanilla?“ he asked,“Eh- why are you saying that?“

You bit your lip, choosing your words carefully. "Well, Satoru, it's just that, you know... Even though we're together, we never actually have sex," you began, your voice gentle. "I mean, you only ever focus on pleasuring me. Not that I want it right now, especially with a mission tomorrow."

Gojo facepalmed at your words,“W-Well it‘s just-„ he began to explain, but he was abruptly cut off when the movie ended.

"Oh, the movie ended," you noted as you stood up. "I have a mission tomorrow, so I'll go to bed first." You started walking towards your shared room. "Good night!"

"Ah, wait!" Gojo shouted after you, but it was too late. The door slammed shut, and you didn't hear his words.

Gojo slumped back in his seat, a deep sigh escaping him. He placed his hand on his knee, leaning his head into his palm,

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You had drifted off to sleep in the dimly lit room. Wrapped in a comfortable blanket, you began to dream peacefully.

But this peaceful respite was short-lived as you were roused from your slumber by a surprising sensation. Something was poking your ass, and a hand had boldly ventured beneath your T-shirt, fondling your breast.

Eyes flying open, you gasped in surprise. It didn't take long to realize that the person responsible for this intrusion into your dreams was none other than your boyfriend, Gojo Satoru. He had joined you in bed,

"Satoru?" you uttered his name, but he didn't offer a response. Instead, he continued his intimate exploration, planting kisses on your neck and working his hand down to your shorts. The room was filled with the sound of your erratic breaths, and you couldn't help but be acutely aware of the growing warmth between your legs.

As the atmosphere grew more charged with desire, you tried to collect your thoughts and understand the situation. "Wait, Satoru," you protested, even as he shifted your position, making you lie on your stomach with him hovering over you. "Are you half asleep?" you questioned,

Satoru remained silent, his actions doing the talking for him. He began to massage your clit through your panties, sending shivers of pleasure through your body. In response, you moaned softly, your resistance gradually waning under the intoxicating touch of his fingers.

"Satoru, I have a mission tomorrow," you breathlessly reminded him. You began turning around to face him, eager to discuss the situation.

But before you could fully adjust your position, Gojo acted with an unexpected urgency. He swiftly removed his hand from your panties and moved, positioning himself right in front of your face. His eyes were filled with an undeniable hunger that matched the intensity of the moment.

Gojo lowered his shorts, revealing his fully hardened cock. His impatience was palpable, and he wasted no time in guiding your face closer to his throbbing member. Placing his thumb inside your mouth, he gently urged it open, allowing him to push his erect dick inside your warm, wet mouth.

As he did so, a rush of saliva escaped the corners of your lips, trickling down your chin. You couldn't help but moan as Gojo began to thrust into your mouth, each movement deepening the intensity of the moment. The electric sensation of his hard length sliding against your tongue only fueled the passion that enveloped you both.

As Gojo's pace quickened, you adjusted to the passionate rhythm.With each plunge, he pushed the limits of your oral skills, causing you to occasionally gag on the fullness of his length.

Your eyes locked with Gojo's as you focused on pleasuring him. The sound of your breathless moans filled the room, and Gojo's ragged groans mirrored your excitement.

The taste and texture of his member, combined with the intensity of the moment, had you completely absorbed in your task. Your desire to satisfy him was relentless, pushing you to take more of him.

With his climax rapidly approaching, Gojo withdrew from your mouth, and shifted your body onto your stomach. He leaned over you and slipped his fingers into your wet, sensitive core.

His digit entered your hole, sending electrifying sensations through your body as he began to explore your inner depths.

„You know.. I don‘t really care about other people’s feelings.“ he started,“Having kiddie level sex doesn’t satisfy me at all..but because I‘m your kind boyfriend..“ he rubbed his finger against your inner walls, making you whimper.

„I wanted to do it slowly and gently..so you wouldn‘t get scared.“ he said, pushing his fingers out of you and collecting your slick,“I thought I was making it good for you, but it seems that wasn‘t enough, was it?“ he brushed his hand over your ass cheeks, before positioning himself at your clit.

„I thought you might not be ready for this..but if y/n-chan asks for it- it‘s alright, right?“ he spoke, as he plunged into you with unbridled force, sending electric sensations up your spine. The intense feeling of his rigid length filling your wet, constricting warmth sent tremors of pleasure coursing through your body.

Your moans filled the room as your grip on the sheets tightened, your nails pressing into the fabric. "T-too much..." you whispered, your voice quivering, as Satoru continued his relentless thrusts.

Gojo inserted his fingers into your mouth, "Suck," he commanded, and you complied eagerly,

Your lips wrapped around his fingers, forming a tight seal as you began to suck gently. The warmth and wetness of your mouth combined with the teasing motions of your tongue created an enticing sensation, making Gojo's breath catch in his throat. Each flicker and swirl of your tongue added to the sensual intensity of the moment, and he couldn't help but be captivated by the pleasure you were providing.

As Gojo continued thrusting into her, the intensity of their lovemaking kept growing. Their moans filled the room as they got closer to reaching their peak.

With a gasp, your climax overtook you. It started as a pulsating throb deep within you, a sensation that quickly built into an irresistible, overwhelming wave of pleasure. Your body tensed, as you came around him with him soon following.

Your mind went blank for a moment as you tried to gather your thoughts. Gojo leaned down, kissing you passionately before pulling away slightly. His breath warm against your lips.

„Haha~ look how your tongue comes out of your mouth.“ Gojo chuckled, his gaze fixed on you as you lay there.

He then scooped you up, planting kisses on your cheeks before saying, "I'm thirsty. Let's get some water." With that, he slung you over his shoulder and made his way toward the kitchen.

As you both arrived in the kitchen, Gojo placed you gently on the countertop. He pressed you down, so you lay on your back, the smooth surface cool against your skin.

Gojo took a sip of water and held it in his mouth before leaning in closer. With his lips hovering over yours, he carefully let the water trickle into your mouth. Some droplets danced down your chin and slipped onto your body,

Simultaneously, as this sensual exchange occurred, Gojo continued his thrusting. You gasped as the rest of the water that had trickled from his mouth to yours spilled, drenching your chest, stomach, and face.

"Awh~ look at you... all wet and dirty," he smiled at you, a deep blush on his cheeks, "Let's take a shower."

Gojo wasted no time, lifting you from the kitchen counter and carrying you toward the bathroom. He turned the water on, adjusting it to a comfortable temperature. The warm spray rained down on both of you, cleansing away the water and remnants of your passionate encounter.

With a mischievous grin, Gojo pulled you into the shower with him. The water cascaded over both of your bodies, the sensation soothing and arousing at the same time. As the steamy air filled the bathroom, Gojo pressed you against the shower tiles, his lips crashing onto yours. The passionate kisses continued, and you knew that your night was far from over.

Gojo's hands roamed your wet skin, his touches leaving trails of desire in their wake. As the water poured down, he explored every inch of your body, leaving no part untouched as he thrusted into you again.

As Gojo thrusted into you, you could feel your inner muscles clenching involuntarily in response to the intense pleasure, the walls of your warmth gripping him tightly. The rhythmic pulsing and clenching were like a silent plea for more, your body craving every inch of him.

As the steamy water rained down on the two of you, you both reached your climax together. Gojo's thrusts became more erratic, and your inner muscles clenched tightly around him as you both gasped and moaned in ecstasy. Your bodies trembled with pleasure. Overwhelmed by the intense pleasure, you couldn't take it anymore and passed out after reaching your peak.

The next morning, you slowly stirred, feeling a dull warmth beside you. As your eyes fluttered open, you realized Gojo was lying next to you, still deep in slumber. Your body felt refreshed, and you looked down to see that you were both dressed as if nothing had happened.

A sense of confusion washed over you. Was it all a dream? The vivid memories of the previous night raced through your mind, leaving you with an ache and a sense of disbelief.

Gently rising from the bed, you couldn't ignore the discomfort in your lower half. Nevertheless, you brushed it aside and made your way out of the shared bedroom.

You entered the living room and the sight that met your eyes told a story of last night's mess – an empty alcohol bottle left behind.

You picked up the bottle, scanning the label. It was definitely alcohol. Your mind raced, trying to piece together what had happened. Just then, the bedroom door creaked open, revealing a groggy and disheveled Gojo.

"Y/n-chan," he moaned, rubbing his throbbing temple. "I've got a terrible headache."

"Have you been drinking?" you demanded, showing him the evidence.

He mumbled guiltily, "Uh, maybe."

Your anger flared. "You can't just do that! Why did you?"

"Because you hurt my feelings, Y/n-chan!" he replied, his voice tinged with annoyance. "So, I decided to drown my sorrows."

The implications of his words hit you hard, and your face flushed with embarrassment. Had he been drunk during those intimate moments? Wide-eyed, you tried to make sense of it all.

But Gojo wasn't finished. His gaze landed on your neck, and he noticed the fresh hickeys. "Why do you have hickeys on your neck? They weren't there yesterday!" he exclaimed, his own eyes filled with surprise. "I can't remember anything!"

„WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT?!“

Never let Gojo Satoru drink alcohol again.

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