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skzdarlings · 7 months

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the demonstration ; skz ; jeongin x reader

requested by anonymous: you keep your hands where they are or i'll tie them up. ❜ w Jeongin? 😩 please 🥰. requested by anonymous: I.N AND ❛ do whatever you want with me, i'm yours. ❜ ❛ you taste like heaven. ❜ PLEASE IF YOU CAN BEGGING YOU

pairing: yang jeongin/reader content info: friends to lovers. reader asks jeongin if he has ever made someone squirt and if so please show her hehe. reader mentions a bad date with a rude guy who called her high-strung. squirting, pussy-eating, riding, just a good time lol. explicit sexual content. word count: 4000 words.

masterlist. part of the valentine’s day stories series. credit to prompts. requests are closed.

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Jeongin is finally awake when you return to his apartment. You visited this morning but he must have had a late night because the flat was dark and silent when you let yourself in. You went for a stroll, hoping the fresh air would clear your mind, but what you really needed was him. A conversation with Jeongin always improves your mood. Just thinking about those deep dimples brings out your own smile.

“Hi there,” you say sweetly. You close the door and replace your shoes with the slippers he keeps for you. You bound up to the kitchen counter. “Can I ask you something?”

Jeongin clearly just rolled out of bed. Far from glamourous, your nonetheless very handsome friend is wearing a hoodie and sweatpants and his black thick-rimmed glasses. He has the hood pulled over his head, his dishevelled black hair peeking out. A bowl of ramen sits in front of him, though his sleepy gaze is on his phone, long ringed fingers curled around the device.

You look at those fingers thoughtfully, your mouth a little drier than before. Maybe this isn’t such a good idea after all…

It’s too late. Jeongin emerges from the slumped cavern of his hoodie, lifting his bespectacled face. He dutifully puts his phone facedown on the counter. Pushing his sleeves to his elbows, he says, “Of course. Hi. How are—” He yawns before he can finish. The yawn breaks into a wheezy little laugh.

You take the seat across from him at the kitchen island and watch him twirl his chopsticks. Nimble fingers flip them around before he digs into his noodles, slurping a little ungracefully. He swallows almost half the bowl in a scoop. Your eyes are still on his hands.

“Jeongin,” you say. “Have you ever—oh, no, thank you.”

He is holding out a clump of noodles on his chopsticks. When you decline, he shoves it in his own mouth.

“Jeongin,” you say again. “Have you ever made a girl squirt?”

He chokes on the noodles. It gets ugly quick. You emit a little squeak of your own when he thumps on his chest so hard that his hood falls back and his glasses fall off. He hacks up the noodles and spits some across the island.

“Are you okay?” you ask.

“I’m fine,” he says in a rough voice, squinting hard like a beleaguered puppy. He fumbles with his glasses, blinking quickly once they are back on his face. Then he reaches for his water bottle and unscrews it with a flick of his fingers. He rubs his chest while drinking.

You purse your lips, watching him. His profile is so defined, his jaw so sharp and cheekbones high. He really is ridiculously handsome. And those hands. You look at the prominence of the veins running down his forearm, the subtle strength in his slender form, the long easy grace of his fingers. If any man is turning women into waterfalls, it must be him.

“So,” you say, “have you ever done it?”

He chokes on his water, but not as dramatically as the noodles. It’s a messy hiccup and he dribbles water down his chin, barely catching it in the cup of his hand. He puts the bottle aside and wipes his hand on his thigh.

“I don’t think I understand the question,” he finally says.

“What? ‘Have you ever made a girl squirt?’” you ask, tipping your head. “Sorry, what’s confusing?”

“Um.” He looks at you in bewilderment. “The part where you are asking me it?”

“Oh.” A little – okay, a lot of embarrassed heat explodes in your chest. It radiates out with rapid-fire speed, scalding your neck and your face.

You lower your gaze. His dark eyes and expressive brows are now too intense for you. You fiddle with your fingers in your lap, thumbs pushing at each other.

“Well,” you say, slowly. You look anywhere but him. “Something sort of happened.”

When you chance an upward glance, he is looking at you very studiously.

“Sort of…” he says, looking more confused by the second. “Did you… sort of… squirt?”

You cover your face, suddenly embarrassed beyond words. Why did this seem like a good idea again? You were so convinced a few minutes ago that this was a totally fine conversation to have with your friend. Now you want the floor to open up and swallow you whole.

You make a miserable little sound into your palms and Jeongin finally laughs. His whole face crinkles with delight and he laughs so hard that it sounds like he can barely breathe.

“Don’t laugh at me!” you wail.

“I’m not, I’m not,” he lies, because he is laughing his ass off while he says it. “Come on, it’s fine. Stop hiding.”

He reaches across the counter for you. You jerk away, mewling pathetically, which just makes him laugh again. He eventually uses both hands to peel apart your death grip. You still avoid his gaze, staring down at the counter, but he dips his head to chase your eyes.

“There you are,” he says when your gazes meet. “Crazy girl! Ask me again.”

“I forgot the question,” you say, petulant.

He snorts. “I didn’t,” he says. “You wanted to know if I ever made a woman—”

“Yes, I know what I asked!” you say, shaking your head. You see him smile, a giant grin of immense amusement as you tug at your cheeks in distress. “I’m sorry I asked. It’s just that…”

“Something sort of happened?” he supplies when you trail off.

“Technically,” you say, “something sort of didn’t happen.”

“Ohhh.” He returns to looking bashful, rubbing the back of his neck. “Were you… with… someone?”

“Mhm.” You both look at the kitchen counter while you speak. “I had a date. I planned the whole thing out. You know me, I like a plan.” You try to laugh but a flood of humiliation washes over you, the recollection of last night and how everything went so, so wrong. You close your eyes and sigh. “Ugh. It was going well so I brought him back to my place. Things got heated. He said he was really good at… doing that… I said I had never done it before and he got excited and said I would like it. I think I just… thought about it too much. You know me! I like a plan! That wasn’t the plan! Anyway, we put a towel on the bed which is why it was even more embarrassing when I couldn’t… when he couldn’t make me… ugh.” You flop forward, pressing your forehead to the cold marble countertop. “He called me high-strung and left.”

You lift your head slowly, looking at Jeongin for his reaction. His expression is all scrunched up like he smells something bad. Then he gestures as if he is vomiting, making the noisy hurling sounds to match.

You laugh in spite of yourself, nodding.

“I know, I know, you’re right,” you say. “He sucked.”

“High-strung?” Jeongin says, the word tumbling out like a curse. “He said that? Pffft—”

You are glad you came to him. Your other friends would have been protective and encouraging, which is nice, but Jeongin’s helpless laughter is more reassuring than anything. That other guy was so pathetic that all Jeongin can do is laugh.

Even so, you do feel a little sensitive about the whole thing. You are smiling now but your gaze stays low. You trace circles on the counter.

“I know he… he was just embarrassed too. He was rude to me, but… he wasn’t totally wrong.”

“No,” Jeongin says, shaking his head. “No, no, no—”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you insist. You let him take your hands and squeeze, but you talk before he can interrupt. “Look he didn’t exactly handle it well but I… I am a little… um, overly thoughtful at times. I’m not good at doing things in the spur of the moment. It scares me and I think too much and once I start thinking I can’t stop.” You let go of his hands, giving them one last friendly pat before you neatly fold your hands on the counter. “Anyway, I asked you what I did because I was hoping you could instruct me so I can practice. That way next time it happens, I won’t get scared and think so much.”

You smile at him.

He slowly takes his glasses off, his mouth open.

“Oh,” he says. “Okay. Um.”

“Soooo… have you?”

The tips of his ears turn a vibrant red and he puts his reading glasses aside. He takes a second to rub his eyes with an incredible amount of vigour. You wait patiently and politely, watching him tug down the sleeves of his hoodie then push them back up. Those long fingers swipe through his hair once, twice. Finally, he crosses his arms and nods sharply.

“Yes,” he says. “I have.”

Oh.

The subject of your abstract thought suddenly becomes a tangible reality. You cannot get the unbidden mental image out of your head: Jeongin, knuckle-deep in the very wet, very soft heat of someone lucky, wringing every last bit of pleasure out of them. It is unexpectedly easy to imagine yourself in their place, his dark head between your thighs and his steady arm at work.

You cross your legs. He notices.

“Would you mind showing me?” you ask.

“Showing you?” he repeats, his thick eyebrows high on his face. “Showing you?”

“Yes,” you say. You are so preoccupied with your mental image that it takes a moment to realize your phrasing might be misconstrued. “Not like that!”

He jumps in surprise.

“Oh my god.” You put your hands over your face again. “I meant… abstractly. Draw it. Or tell me. I didn’t mean—oh my goodness.”

His ears are still red but Jeongin dissolves into giggles again. Your mortification works wonders on his dimples.

“I’m not very good at drawing,” he teases, patting you on the head.

“Oh my goodness,” is all you manage.

His laughter is infectious, overpowering your embarrassment until you are giggling with him.

“I’m sorry,” you say when the laughter finally slows. You smile, chagrined and apologetic. “It was a stupid question in the first place. I’m really embarrassed.”

“No, don’t be,” he says, waving his hand. “You can tell me anything. I was just… surprised.”

“Yeah, so was he,” you say, making both of you laugh again.

When the laughter subsides a second time, Jeongin sighs. He puts his discarded glasses back on, blinking his vision into his focus and smiling at you. After the last few minutes of conversation, that smiles gives you butterflies. You touch a hand to your stomach as if to still them, but they flutter away.

“I have an idea,” he says, holding out his hand.

“Oh no,” you say but take that hand without hesitation. “Am I about to regret so many things?”

“What? No. When have I ever had a bad idea?” he asks while laughing, no doubt in recollection of every combined bad idea your friendship has conjured.

You can hardly judge him for any bad ideas, though, seeing as you waltzed in here today asking your friend if he had ever made someone squirt. It sounds very ridiculous in hindsight, but you truly do trust Jeongin so much that the idea seemed reasonable at the time.

Now you are in his bedroom, hovering by the bedside while he plops down on his bed with a sigh. He adjusts his glasses and the neck of his hoodie, like this is all protocol and not remotely unusual. He takes a pillow and lays it gingerly across his lap, then looks up and beckons you forward with the come-hither crook of two fingers. His smirk is suggestive but playful, just teasing you, but it awakens those butterflies again.

“Come on,” he says. “Sit. I’ll, um, show you.”

“Show me?” you say, eying the pillow in his lap. “Yang Jeongin, are you… about to defile that pillow?”

“Yes,” he says, nodding solemnly. “We’re gonna make it squirt.”

“You know when I asked if you had ever done it before, I meant on a human…”

“Wow! I’m helping you with a visual demonstration and you insult me—!”

“Aha, I’m sorry!” You burst into laughter at the incredulity on his face. When he pushes the pillow off his lap with a show of dramatics, you wave your hands just as theatrically. “I mean it, I mean it,” you say, though your laughter contradicts the sincerity of your words. “Please help me. I’m sorry, hahaha, I was just teasing, I need your help, please!”

He tries to stand up but you block him, shuffling every time he leans. He finally grabs your hips to move you but you grab his shoulders. Your wrestling is a light-hearted tussle, but then he starts tickling you and you stand no chance of survival. You turn into a flailing, yelping mess, laughing as you spill across the bed with your arms around each other. He tortures you another second, forcing another apology out of your mouth.

When it is over, you lay there, panting. He is leaning over you, his hands on your waist, yours on his shoulders. Your friend likes to laugh but a very serious look crosses his face. He looks at you like he is studying you, discovering some detail for the first time even though he has known you for years. It is like you can feel his stare, a caress across your cheek, across your lips. You take your bottom lip into your mouth, wetting it.

He takes a slow, deep breath.

“That man was crazy,” he says. His voice is lower than before, scratching above a whisper. “You’re perfect. He just didn’t care about getting to know you. And that sucks for him because you—” His voice breaks, the little squeak making him laugh, a small embarrassed sound. The tips of his ears are red and he avoids meeting your gaze. “You’re beautiful,” he says, “inside and out. Any man would be lucky to be with you.”

“Jeongin,” you say softly, because what else can you say?

He meets your gaze. His mouth is open like he wants to say more but he can only stare at you. Eventually, he laughs. He rubs the back of his neck as he sits up straight. You sit up as well, staring at him while he adjusts his glasses.

“Right,” he says. “The, uh, the pillow. I, um…”

It might have been amusing, watching him poke a pillow suggestively. But you no longer care about that. The energy in this room has changed, the whole world melting under the power of his words, changing the very shape of this space. When you take a breath, all you smell is his cologne, masculine and smoky, all you see is your friend, in his hoodie and glasses with his blushing cheeks, and all you want is him. Like this. Right now.

He reaches for the pillow and you reach for him. You take his hand and he looks at you, blinking with surprise.

You turn his hand over. He really does have nice hands, long fingers, deft and strong. You measure it against your own. Then you guide his hand to your lips and kiss the tips of his fingers. You look at him, making your eyes big, your lashes fluttering.

“Oh,” he says. “Oh.”

You laugh. He cups your face and draws you close and you are both smiling when your lips come together. Despite his blush, the kiss is ravishing. You find yourself gasping for a breath, whimpering when he sucks your bottom lip.

“Lay down please,” he says, speaking against your mouth.

You nod. Those butterflies are wild inside you. You are certain you already look like an unravelled mess, laying on your back and breathing hard.

He leans over you, catching your hand when you reach for him. He kisses your palm, your fingers bumping his glasses, making you giggle. He smiles too, the kiss lingering. Your whole arm tingles even when he stops. He guides your hand above your head, curling your fingers around the bars of his headboard.

“You keep your hands where they are or I'll tie them up,” he says, but laughs at your surprised expression before the words can settle. “You said yourself, you think too much,” he explains. “Just lay there. Don’t move. Don’t think. Let me take care of you.” He puts a leg between yours, pushing forward with his hips to guide yours apart. He fits there perfectly, pressing his body against yours. Your breath catches. “You can trust me,” he says, and somehow that gets you going more than any sexy come-on.

You trust him more than anyone. You did not hesitate coming to him with an embarrassing story. You ran to him before anyone else. You always seek him out first.

You know you are safe in his hands.

“Do whatever you want with me,” you say. You never make that sort of offer, but it feels so natural here and now. With him. “I’m yours.”

“Whatever I want?” he says, his smile big and dimples deep. He leans down, kissing your cheek then under your jaw. When he kisses your throat, it is hot, open-mouthed kiss, all teeth and tongue. It sends sparks shooting down your whole body, your hips bucking. He is strong, the weight of him between your legs pinning you to the mattress. You feel him, firm, hard, his whole body riding the rhythm of yours.

He has not even undone a single button.

“Whatever I want,” he repeats. “That’s a big offer.”

His hands, those gorgeous hands that had you captivated, slide up your thighs and under your skirt. He stares down into your face while lifting the material, leaving a trail of goosebumps all the way up your thighs. You feel yourself clench, a sharp pulse of need in your core. Your body is thoughtless in its hunger and it feels so good to give into it.

“Sometimes,” he says, “all I think about this… nothing extreme… just you like this… just us together…”

Every breath of a phrase is punctuated with a kiss, down your chest, your stomach, your thighs. You are not expecting him to kiss you through your underwear, your hips bucking when he opens his mouth and ravishes you regardless of the barrier. When you have soaked through the flimsy material, he finally hooks his pinkies into the fabric and tugs it down.

You do not have time to be shy, just desperate to get them off. He pushes your thighs back, folding you in half, then goes back to eating your pussy like he has all the time in the world, like there is no where he would rather be. Your legs shake, your toes curling, body held firmly in his capable hands as he licks you hungrily.

“Jeongin,” you gasp.

“You taste like heaven,” is his reply.

It is so cheesy but it makes you laugh, a happy sound that rumbles in your chest, that couples with pleasure and leaves your whole body singing. You feel like you could float away.

You are pliant, soft and malleable in his hands. He really can do anything with you. It does not scare you one bit. You trust him, following his direction when he rolls you onto your side. You gasp at his hand sliding under your shirt, squeezing your breasts, finding every sensitive nerve as he feels you up.

“Don’t think,” he says, one arm around your chest and the other sliding down between your legs. “Just feel, okay?”

“Mmm,” is your only reply.

You are so ready for him, wound up from his dirty kisses, taut with tension. By the time those long fingers are inside you, it feels like completion rather than intrusion. He fits like he belongs there, curling his fingers against places you never knew were sensitive. It is like your body gives way, revealing all your secrets to his searching touch.

“That’s it,” he says when your breathing gets erratic.

You did not even realize he had found somewhere extra sensitive, not until he is already fucking it slowly. By the time you realize just how soft you are there, it is too late to brace yourself. He adds another finger and your body tightens around him. Your eyes close and you see stars, gasping and rocking and almost crying at the dizzying swirl of sensation.

“Oh, Jeongin,” you say. His name is all you say for another minute. It is the sound on your lips when he moves you, when he turns his hand just slightly, when the new angle sets off a chain reaction of feeling. You cry out, clenching sporadically around his rapidly moving fingers. You yank a corner of the bedspread right off the mattress.

Your orgasm seems to go on forever, pulsing and aching and clenching. Your whole body feels boneless by the time it settles and he slips his fingers free.

“Oops,” he says, adjusting his skewed glasses with his clean hand. “Should’ve put a towel down after all.”

You look down and whimper at the obvious wetness on his bedsheets. You would apologize but he does not look sorry at all. In fact, he grins, looking very satisfied with himself.

You are in a state of utter disarray and he is still fully clothed, having shattered your world with just one hand. It makes you laugh, giddy.

Your arms finally drop. Though it takes a minute, you find a little strength and push yourself up. He is smiling when you climb into his lap. He even winks at you when he puts his wet fingers in his mouth.

You open your mouth too. You hold his gaze while he puts his fingers in your mouth, his breath catching when you suck them eagerly.

“I want something more,” you say.

“Do whatever you want with me,” he echoes your words back to you. “I’m yours.”

He is right about the simplest fantasy making for a wonderous reality. There are no expectations of any over-the-top actions; it is enough it is you and him, together. Clothing ends up scattered around his room, then you are in his lap and he is holding your waist, and you are holding the bars behind his head as you ride him where he sits against the headboard.

His glasses get askew but you fix them, laughing against his smile before kissing him again. It is for nothing because they fall off a second later, when he grabs you and moves, putting you on your back to fuck you at another angle. He slides a hand between you, rubbing at you, working you up. Your head falls back, your whole body tingling with the approach of another orgasm.

“Yes, yes,” he says, no doubt feeling you get tight around him. It is his moaning that sets you off, your legs around his hips, pulling him in close as you come together.

He kisses all over your face, both of you laughing when he slightly misses your lips. You find his glasses and put them back on him, meeting his re-focussed gaze and smiling.

“Was that an okay demonstration?” he teases. “Like I said, I’m not very good at drawing.”

“Maybe so,” you tease back, running your fingers through his hair. “I might need another one. Just to be sure.”

“Just to be sure,” he says, nodding very sagely. “Good idea. Maybe after that, I’ll take you out to dinner. Then we better come back here and try again.”

“Just to be sure,” you say.

“Just to be sure,” he agrees.

You are already smiling when he kisses you.

You have never been more sure about anything in your life.

#yang jeongin x reader #jeongin x reader #yang jeongin smut #jeongin smut #skz x reader #skz smut #stray kids x reader #stray kids smut #yang jeongin x you #skz x you #stray kids x you #valentinesdaystories

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pomefioredove · 5 months

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having a crush on you

summary: how they would act having a crush on you type of post: headcanons characters: pomefiore (vil, rook, epel) additional info: reader is yuu, reader is gender neutral, rook is rook, not proofread, hi I'm insane and I love pining, I NEED to write another fic but with rook. might write this same prompt with other dorms

𝐕𝐢𝐥 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐭

don't take his calm and collected facade as apathy

he's slowly losing his mind about this

"pacing back and forth, mumbling to himself, falling asleep thinking about you" kind of losing his mind

it's my personal belief that Vil hasn't been in love before this

hasn't even really thought about it

so when you enter the picture it kinda throws him off balance

and with the exception of Rook, no one can even tell

he is an actor, after all, he can play the part of "totally platonic friends with room for Jesus"

(maybe a little too well)

but Vil isn't entirely emotionally repressed

he keeps things to himself, yes, but he's quite conscious of his own wants and needs

so when he realizes he's been craving your presence more than usual he does acknowledge it

in his head

and then does nothing about it for months

...what? he's busy

things like this can wait for him, and he doesn't want to put a rift between you two in case it might be a passing feeling

well... it doesn't pass

he becomes keenly aware of how much he wants you around him, how much he thinks about you, how much your very presence is enough to make him happier than he's ever... really felt

and you know what?

he is totally cool about it.

just kidding. he drives himself insane trying to think of the perfect way to confess, something that will impress you and meet his standards

he's dropping hints left and right and you don't seem to be picking any of them up

which again, just makes him crazy

(some days he really wants to ask you how oblivious one person can be, but he restrains himself)

I mean, how many times can he send you red tulips before you finally get the hint? he's practically spelling it out for you!

there is... a tiny, little part of him that worries you don't reciprocate

is he not your type? are you interested in someone else? perhaps he'd been too harsh on you, after all...

the fact that one little potato can make him so worried absolutely drives him mad

he is the vision of poise and grace and you are ruining him

and this sort of mood comes and goes in waves

just when he thinks he's pulled himself back together, you'll smile at him or say something cute and suddenly he's back to square one

(you're so adorable it's annoying -_-)

while he's sorting out a good way to express his feelings properly, he'll be spending all his free time with you

you need some new things? he'll be glad to take you shopping

you came over to see Epel? oh, well, he's not here, but you should stay for some tea, anyway!

your afternoon is free? he has some new lip gloss he's been dying to test out...

𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭

contrary to popular belief, I don't think Rook would be so open about it

he still compliments you, of course, and sings praises of your beauty and elegance, and has little regard for personal space, as always

but he's like that with a lot of people, so it's hard to really tell when he likes someone

the truth of the matter is that Rook Hunt can be just as reserved with his feelings as anyone else

when he really, really likes someone, he keeps it to himself

why?

he's hunting you he's learning more about you before making his true feelings known

he feels it's necessary to have an adequate amount of information on his target before making a move, after all

for reference: you catch his eye at orientation, and do not have a single conversation with him until after winter break

(of course, after that, you start mysteriously running into him everywhere)

is he kinda weird about it? uh. yeah.

this is Rook we're talking about

on the other hand, he's completely lovesick about you and it's almost cute

he's definitely the type to write your initials in a journal with a glitter pen while kicking his feet back and forth and giggling

seeing if you would sound better with his last name or he with yours...

definitely has a very weird photo collection of you somewhere in his room

along with stacks of poems, pressed flowers, and little gifts he intends to give you once he's won you over

(when, not if. Rook is nothing if not patient)

you may find a rose left outside Ramshackle every so often

or a few cans of tuna for Grim

all while acting like the same old eccentric Rook, no discernable difference

except when you can feel his eyes on you at random places in the middle of the day

Ace and Deuce call you paranoid but you can't shake the feeling

though, every once in a while he'll get a little grumpy

Rook is easily jealous, and while that sort of possessiveness never extended to untouchable idols like Vil and Neige, he's already decided that you're his prey

and he'd kindly ask everyone else to find their own, thank you

he hasn't exactly planned the confession yet, but just know it's probably going to be the sweetest and craziest you've ever heard

𝐄𝐩𝐞𝐥 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐫

first of all he's going to fight you for making him like you so much

second of all he's going to beg for a chance

maybe not in that exact order

Epel is constantly at war with his own emotions and having romance thrown in the mix is. uh. not optimal

not only does it ruin the stoic, strong male persona he's been trying to build, but it's also making him feel all soft and gushy

suddenly he cares about looking nice

(much to Vil's approval)

and now he wants to do nice things for you?

he's gonna bite you

how dare you make him think about kissing and holding hands!

don't you know he's supposed to be above all this romantic stuff? what is he, Rook?!

then, after his initial temper tantrum, he starts coping. hard.

he might be able to stomach the idea of being an item if he gets to wear the pants in the relationship

...yeah, right? right.

if you let him be the man, if you let him protect you...

he might be okay with it!

obviously he starts trying to show off his manly strength (seriously) every time he sees you

starts making comments about how tough practice was on him

will literally never let anyone else carry anything for you ever again

he even provides for you (in payments of apple juice)

obviously this backfires 'cause the second you do something that gives him butterflies he's back to giggling

(you'll have to ease him into the idea of being soft and romantic together, but he'll get there)

but, to his credit, he'd be the first out of all the above to confess

super suddenly and out of nowhere (and he ends up shouting it cause he didn't want to sound chicken) but it's sweet in its own way

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #rook hunt x reader #epel felmier x reader #queued

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soy-soi-si · 5 months

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Leona, Azul, Idia, Floyd, Jack, Rook, and Sebek with a Fem! Reader who texts to try and get more cuddles.

Leona

He was just dealing with practice not actually doing anything since Vargas was off fuckin around with track and he was just making the rest do a final work out he himself tired sweaty and fucking peeved when his phone buzzes.

He pulls it out expecting it to be some shit from Cheka stealing his brother's phone again for the sixth time today. Then he spots the name and he immediately opens it.

「wheer are u」

He takes a second before smiling imagining y/n half asleep in his bed where he left her.

「practice, you just wake up?」

He barely pays any mind to the group running laps panting like dogs.

「cmoe bavk im lpnely」

Leona can barely resist the urge to get up and fly straight to the dorm on his broom.

「give me a sec」

He looks up at the group hissing in a breath as his tail sways, “That's enough we're done for the day!” immediately he gets up grabbing his shit before walking off to go take a shower before going to the dorm.

Azul

Azul was just dealing with some contractors' study guides when his phone buzzed. He didn't even hear it the first time, or he equated it to Floyd sending another meme. Then it buzzed again, and again though pretty spaced apart by probably fifteen seconds. He got annoyed by the sound quickly grabbing his phone to see who's interrupting his concentration.

Then it immediately goes away at the nickname he put as y/n’s contact info. His beautiful pearl and he opens it taking a second to lean back.

「azzy」

「why’d you leave me」

「i'm coming to the lounge for cuddles」

He pauses remembering he left her at ramshackle after she fell asleep during lunch on him.

「alright, I'll see you soon」

Azul opens jades number calling him who immediately answers him. “Yeah?” “y/n’s coming to the lounge if you see her just send her straight to my room since I'm busy.” “Alright.”

Idia

Idia for once left his room just to retrieve more snacks for him and y/n when the text chimed through his music causing him to jump before fumbling with his phone and the grocery bag of snacks to see it was y/n and he immediately sighs in relief before glancing around then opening it.

「come back」

His hair turns pink before he texts her back.

「omw」

If he wasn't out of shape, he would've run back to his dorm room.

Floyd

Floyd was just playing on his phone skipping out on practice again since it got boring a little over halfway through, he's just sitting on the sidelines as the rest of them play. He hates how he smells but he can't go into the locker room because it smells worse there. He's just waiting until Vargas finally airs it out when the text comes.

「it's cold come back.」

His eyes light up since he's currently sweating from the heat. And he practically jumps up bolting out of the gym back to his room where his sleepy girlfriend is.

Jack

Hes finishing up with his cactuses in the main area of Savanaclaw when his phone buzzes. And he pulls it out just opening the text expecting it to be ruggie again asking him to grab something.

「babe, where did you goo」

His tail immediately begins wagging dusting the floor as he's kneeling down.

「I’m just in the common area」

Immediately she texts him back and he turns red.

「come back I want my boyfriend to cuddle me」

Rook

He probably went out to stalk Leona or some unsuspecting merman. And as he's sitting in a tree his phone buzzes. He pulls it out quickly spotting y/n's name so he opens it sparing a few glances to his prey who is not going to move anytime soon. Then he spots the picture of her laying in his bed on her stomach clearly tired as she looks into the camera.

「come here」

Rook immediately abandons his objective to go see the domestic beauty in his very own bed he denied his full attention.

Sebek

Sebek was just standing by Malleus when silver showed Malleus his phone. Malleus pauses for a moment before chuckling, turning to sebek who's clearly not amused by silver pulling out his phone at all near waka-sama. “Sebek, you're free to go to y/n. I’m going to retire for the night.” Malleus stands up waving the boy off as he and Silver walk away, leaving him confused.

「I want cuddles I'm lonely」

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vulcan-moon · 8 months

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maria robotnik ideas >:3c

in case you can't read my handwriting (plus a lil extra info), stuff written under the cut

maria works with biology rather than robotics, but still dabbles in making assistive devices (e.g., shadow's inhibitor rings)

she's especially interested in how chaos energy affects biology - this maria manages her chronic illness using chaos drives, which is what her own rings are for

she made shadow as one of her earliest projects, funded by the UF, to further explore chaos energy's influence on biology - she went on the run with him when she realised they intended to take him and use him for their own gain

she's sort of a villain. she definitely clashes with the sonic gang, but she also clashes w her cousin eggman. she probably experiments on flickies and chao 😔 she thinks she's doing it for the greater good, and overlooks the harm in favour of results

#my art #fanart #traditional art #maria robotnik #sonic fandom #shadow the hedgehog #shth #dr maria au #sonic au

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longtammw · 2 years

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keyotos · 4 months

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➳ you're my achilles heel

summary ⎯ niche microtropes w/ the hsr men! emphasis on the micro (not rlly)

includes ⎯ dan heng, aventurine & jing yuan

tana talks ⎯ who's missed me? i've been gone for a HOT minute, and what other way to come back than kickstarting my 1k event: niche microtropes! more info about that will be here. thank you so so much for 1k!!!!

dan heng

when they both have to share a bed and one of them reveals it was the best night of sleep they've ever had

⎯ dan heng has made a lot of mistakes in his life, and letting march choose hotel rooms has to be one of them.

⎯ granted, he truly thought that march would do a good job at choosing the hotel, financial planning, and of course–choosing the rooms.

⎯ and everything was great. until you and dan heng had to share a bed.

you and dan heng shifted around the bed a few times before finally settling into designated spots. it was decided that dan heng would sleep on the outside, while you slept near the wall. his back faced you as he tucked himself into bed.

⎯ you and dan heng were friends. this awkwardness wasn't normal, and there should be no reason for the two of you to be avoiding each other like you are now. alas, here you are now, laying at least a foot apart.

⎯ the room is completely silent, and a bit cold as well. dan heng felt a breeze constantly grazing his shoulders. yeah. there was no way he could sleep like this

⎯ you, on the other hand, felt too hot. you had most of the blankets on your side and you felt SUFFOCATED. sometimes, it felt hard to breathe. but u weren't sure if that was just nerves or bc of how hot you felt.

⎯ ultimately, you are the one who has to make the first move.

"dan heng," you turned around and whispered, "are you cold?"

⎯ obviously, he was cold. but was he going to say anything about it?? no.

"i'm fine," he said, still facing his back towards you. "are you cold?" you gulped at the dry response. usually, you find yourself always wanting to talk to dan heng. he was never a boring converser, so why was he acting so strange tonight? but then again, you had no room to talk—you haven't said a word to dan heng until now.

⎯ at this point, you're a little frustrated at the lack of communication between the both of you. so—being the problem solver that you are—you decide to do something about it

slowly, you inch closer to dan heng—just to test the waters, of course. dan heng doesn't reach much, only a small head turn once he feels a dip in the mattress. you take some of the blanket and throw it over dan heng, awaiting his response.

⎯ meanwhile, dan heng over here is internally flipping out. when you inched towards him, dan heng could feel his heart skipping more than a few beats. and when you threw the blanket over him, dan heng wasn't sure if he felt warm due to the blanket or you.

⎯ when he finally turns over, you have to hide your wide eyes and slacked mouth underneath the blanket. you peer back up, and he's staring right at you.

"are... you okay?" you whisper underneath the blanket. "i'm cold," is all dan heng says. you hide your smile underneath the blanket, but you have a feeling dan heng knows you're smiling anyway. he's looking straight in your eyes after all.

⎯ and then you say it. you practically hit the pentagon.

you open up the blanket to where it reveals a dark silhouette of your body. "do you want to share?"

⎯ dan heng practically malfunctions. usually, there are always things dan heng says to fill the silence. he never runs out of words. not in a talkative way like march, but rather, he has an extensive vocabulary

⎯ this time though? haha. very funny. he's gone mute.

dan heng blinks at you while you hold the blanket open. you raise an eyebrow, taunting him. he squeezes his eyes shut, and then reopens them to find you still holding the blanket. was he halluncinating?

"i don't want to intrude." "oh please," you quietly laugh, "we're already sharing a bed. we crossed the line of intrusion a few hours ago."

⎯ and that sounds like a good deal to the both of you. except, one thing.

"are things going to change after this?" dan heng asks you. you're glad it's dark, so dan heng doesn't see you flush, "i don't see why things would change," you say, maintaining a calm face.

⎯ that's enough to get dan heng under the covers with you.

⎯ you two sleep wonderfully the rest of the night—you two even woke up early too. you were the one to wake up first. the sun shone on your face, yet you didn't even feel the glare at all. you felt energized, which was weird considering that you went to bed at questionable hour last night.

⎯ oh, and you also felt a pair of arms over your waist too. and something pressing into your neck. and something wrapping around your legs. and you also feel really hot. is that from the sun????

⎯ yeah. it's going to be harder to keep your word.

aventurine

those dancing scenes where it just so happens that the lighting focuses on the two of you

⎯ lavish parties and extravagant events weren’t new to aventurine, who just so happened to stumble on one of the biggest on penacony

⎯ sometimes, the families hold galas. it’s more of an exclusive thing, so aventurine had to do some awkward mingling in order to get in. that includes a very awkward conversation with a security guard, who kept raising eyebrows at his outfit.

⎯ beforehand, he had no interest in going to this event. however, once faced with the possibility that he could gather intel, his mind quickly changed.

⎯ now, he is standing right next to you, the heir to penacony's iris family. in his short time on the planet, he's seen your face countless times: on billboards, commercials, and next to various items. but seeing it in person?

⎯ way. different.

"you've never been dancing before?" you lead the ipc executive, aventurine, down the halls of the iris family's ballroom. aventurine shakes his head as he follows you, "not once. though, as the iris family's biggest celebrity, i take it you're used to dances?" your eyes widen when you hear him utter the compliment, "i'm... i'm not sure i'm the biggest celebrity," you rub your neck sheepishly. you tilt your head back, "and i don't think i can remember a time where i didn't dance."

⎯ aventurine has one goal tonight, and it's to get information about the families. if all goes according to plan, then he'd have the upper hand on penacony itself, thus being able to use his knowledge as a bargaining chip for the ipc.

⎯ and if there's one thing aventurine is good at, it's bargains.

⎯ so now, aventurine is trying his hardest to charm you into giving out any information. because people like you always talk.

"that must've been nice," aventurine eggs you on, "from what i can tell, parties on penacony are always fun." you let out a small laugh, "i'm glad you think that." the two of you walk side-by-side, and you aren't saying a single thing. aventurine flexes his hand by his side, preparing to make more idle chatter. he's about to open his mouth when a bright, shining light beams onto the both of you.

⎯ from the look on your face, aventurine can tell that you did not like that. he stands there passively, awaiting for your next move.

⎯ what he did not expect was for you to hold out your hand for him.

"um," you clear your throat. your eyes dart around the room and you gulp, holding out your hand, "may i have this dance?"

⎯ aventurine meets your nervous eyes with his wide ones. it looks like the two of you have no other choice. eyes are on the both of you when aventurine takes your hand, and you pull him into a quiet space in the ballroom.

⎯ let's get one thing straight: aventurine does not know how to dance.

⎯ so currently, he's trying to avoid stepping on your toes, while trying to remain in sync with you. on the inside, aventurine is annoyed. there are ears everywhere, meaning that there's a bigger risk. however, aventurine is all about risks, and the night is still young.

"i thought you liked dances," aventurine purposefully whispers into your ear, and he can feel the heat rise up. his voice is sultry and sweet, and he hopes to get you addicted to it soon. you look up at him with crinkled eyes. the light is glaring on you, and it seems like you're glinting instead of shining. "i never said that." aventurine takes notice of the rise and fall of your chest—much faster than when the two of you met. the corner of his lip raises a little bit, "oh, i'm sorry. but are you uncomfortable? i thought you've been doing this for years? let me know if i can do anything to help?" he offers.

⎯ you only smile, and aventurine gives you a polite smile back. he follows your lead, waiting for you to say something, but you only lead him around the ballroom.

⎯ the light is still trailing after you, except it's beaming more on aventurine than you at this point.

⎯ it's beaming more on aventurine. oh. he gets it now.

"do you wanna get out of here?" he whispers in your ear once again. he has to try his hardest to bite down the smirk that was about to appear on his face. this was going to be easier than he thought. you grab his hand in a tight hold, "no," you firmly state, "we're staying here."

⎯ wow. what a shift of tone.

"i need your help," you mutter under your breath. "help me, and i'll do anything," you look up into his eyes, pleading with him through your gaze.

⎯ aventurine nearly steps on your feet. what?

"uh–what?" aventurine questions you as you keep moving.

"sneak me out of here. we can't go through the doors—there's the bloodhound family everywhere. but i need you to get me out," you beseech. you grab his hand, bringing it up to your chest and slowly sliding it down to your waist.

⎯ aventurine has to remind himself to keep his cool multiple times. breathe in, breathe out. what were you getting at here? why did you want to escape?

"listen, what i said earlier. about the parties. i need to get out," you spin yourself around and back into the blond. "help me," you connect your palms as you circle him, "and i'll help you," you intertwine your fingers together.

⎯ the light still glistens over the both of you. and aventurine thinks two things: he's gotten into something he didn't need to get into, and that he finally has a way into the family.

jing yuan

second chance romance, except the two of you have been keeping tabs on one another the entire time.

⎯ jing yuan's childhood is filled of fond memories: his old master, the bright and sunny days when he would train, and you.

⎯ you, who jing yuan would willingly miss trainings for. you, the brilliant and clever reporter who broadcasted for the people. you, who jing yuan had to let go.

⎯ he'd spend days rereading what you've wrote; whether it be small stories or big news on the luofu. everything you had written intoxicated him. however, all good things have to end eventually.

⎯ the break-up wasn't even technically a break up, because you two weren't even together. the harsh reality was that you two were just friends, so jing yuan has no actual reason to be moping around. people lose friends all the time, and with jing yuan's lifestyle, it was bound to be imminent.

⎯ as the general, jing yuan had new priorities, and it seems like you weren't one of them anymore.

⎯ so, you move on with your career. you founded the xianzhou's very own broadcasting channel, which aired to the millions of citizens across all ships. you're a superstar who hasn't left their core values. rather than the big stories, you focus on local ones. you focus on the people.

⎯ and general jing yuan... focuses on his job. sort of. not really.

⎯ can you really say that a general is focused on his job when he goes missing?

"jing yuan," your side aches once you utter his name, and you suppress an agonized moan, "why are you here?"

⎯ you know what they say, old habits die hard.

⎯ the founder of the xianzhou's broadcasting channel was found in critical condition a few days ago. you had been reporting on the a civil case that had struck on one of the ships, and—next thing you know—blood ran from your fingertips and you rushed into a critical care unit.

"how did you even get here?" you ask as you lift yourself up higher on the bed. jing yuan steps forward, but you move back. "i haven't spoken to you in years. you cut me off, and then you show up now? can i atleast get an explanation on how you found me?"

⎯ jing yuan's silence tells you all that you need to know. you keep up with the dozing general, even if you are off the luofu. because still, even after all these years, your heart trails after him.

"i wanted to see you," jing yuan blurts. his voice is much more deeper than you remember it to be. "so i contacted the hospital and told them that my old friend was in critical condition, and i needed to see you." you scoff, "an old friend is a stretch." you pause and look down at your hands. and then, a thought furrows in your mind. "wait, if you knew where i was hospitalized—you read my articles?" "i've never stopped."

⎯ oh. oh? oh????

⎯ safe to say that you were rendered speechless. the next five minutes were spent by you staring at jing yuan, jaw-dropped and all.

"how long?" you asked. "too long," jing yuan dryly chuckles. "since i left."

⎯ the air is thick, and things are obviously tense. and there are so many things to talk about. so many things to tell him. such as how you've surfed before (it was a big dream of yours). or how you finally adopted the cat you always wanted (you hope he brings up his lion).

⎯ and while you sit there, you realize that you've missed this. how could you even live without this for hundreds of years? without him? was it surreal to feel so strongly about a person that left so long ago?

⎯ so many milestones missed. so many to make up for. so many things to talk about. so many things to clear up. and you still want to do it all with jing yuan.

⎯ does he still want to do it with you?

you clear your throat, attempting to sit up straighter. you're struggling, and you've never felt so embarrassed in your life. while trying to adjust yourself once more, you see a shadow appear above you, and it's the one and only jing yuan. "do you need help?" he asks, holding his arm out for you as support. you take it gladly, pulling yourself up by grabbing onto his (big) forearm. "thank you," you dust yourself off, checking your side for any rips in your stitches. "now," you begin, letting out a shaky breath, "i think... i think we're overdue for a chat."

⎯ you knew jing yuan. you'd like to know him now. jing yuan knew you too, and now—judging by the look on his face—he'd like to know you too.

god i've missed the hc's so much. like i'm truly going back to my roots here. be honest did y'all miss the hc's too or was that just me????

#tana writes (∗´ ᨔ `∗)#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #hsr #hsr x reader #dan heng x reader #dan heng x you #blade x you #aventurine x reader #aventurine x you #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan x you #CHAT WE ARE SO BACK #jing yuan my pining king you will always be famous even if you got power-crept

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ghoulphile · 5 months

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janey's dad | c.h./the ghoul | teaser

➥ pairing | cooper howard/the ghoul x f!reader ➥ word count | 465 for the teaser, overall wordcount tbd ➥ overall warning(s) | 🔞 smut; age gap (i hc reader to be late 20s but i tried to leave it vague enough), cowgirl position, biting, hair pulling, choking, squirting, teasing, pining, lipstick kink, breast/nipple play, masturbation (m), porn w/ feelings, porn w/ plot, mild angst w/ happy ending, coop's pov to start - rest of the fic will be in reader's, divorced!coop, babysitter!reader, pre-war/bomb ➥ summary | "We really s-shouldn't - oh fuck - be doing this." ➥ notes | here's a teaser for the fic i took a poll on, some people wanted more info 😊 coop is a big dick dilf fite me. feedback is always appreciated ❤️ lmk if you want to be tagged feel free to send in thots, questions, requests! | masterlist

Divorce is hard, but being a divorcé is downright hellish.

Ugliest thing in the world, if Cooper Howard has any say.

It's not like being a Marine with a gun in hand, being told where to point and shoot, or an actor reading off a script. There's no guidebook, no crash course. These people aren't nameless threats coasts away or co-workers following a cue.

In fact, his 'enemies' aren't enemies at all.

They have names: Barb, so smart it hurts, and sweet little Janey, his very own North star. Sometimes looking at them rips open a hole in his chest that'll never close, edges jagged and sore. The phantoms of family, of happier times, found in the glint of a smile or a peal of laughter.

See, war's something he understands. Something he's good at.

But these domestic battlefields where he's gotta look his ex-wife in the face, and struggle to meet his daughter's eye? Barter this weekend and that holiday? To pay for the privilege of his child's presence (he does, he will, she's worth every goddamn cent he's ever made)?

To look down the barrel of a smoking gun only to find the woman he loves staring back; he doesn't, can't, comprehend that. Because once upon a time, he was happy (with her) and life was sweeter than pie.

Now he's nothing but a washed up actor who struggles to land a call back let alone make his monthly alimonies. His marriage has failed, his reputation is in shambles, and his bank account is dryer than the Mojave.

Barb gets the house. He gets the dog.

And caught in the middle of it all is his little girl; the only thing he’s got left worth while. He wants to protect her, provide for her the way she deserves — only he seems to fall short every goddamn time.

The mistakes and missteps keep stacking up against him; such is his new life in all its raw, unglamorous glory.

Look how far the mighty fall.

Lucky for him — the first bright thing that's come his way in a long, long while — a sweet, young woman moves into the apartment next door. Of course, it isn't long before Janey takes a shine, always so friendly.

Thankfully, you're just as good with her.

It only makes sense you'd watch her when a gig runs late. Rustle up some grub and put her to bed whenever he slinks in through the door, stripped to the bone.

And if he takes himself in hand late at night, stroking his cock to the thought of you down on your knees in that pretty little sundress? Imagines the wide stretch of your lush mouth as you peer up at him from between his thighs when he cums hard?

Well, what you don't know won't hurt you.

After all, he promises to keep his hands to himself.

part 01 of full fic

#cooper howard x reader #the ghoul x reader #fallout smut #cooper howard x you #the ghoul x you #cooper howard #the ghoul #cooper howard smut #the ghoul smut #fallout #fallout fanfic

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fartfather · 6 months

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Audience of One pt.2

Satoru x fem!reader x Suguru

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

Word count: 6.1k

Series Summary: When Suguru first walked in on you and Satoru having sex, it was an accident. But he couldn't say the same about every time after that. He's under the impression that this habit of his is a secret. But you and Satoru have known this whole time and didn't plan on letting Suguru know anytime soon.

pt.2 Info: MDNI 18+, fem!reader, PiV sex, unprotected sex, voyeurism, threesome, hair pulling, choking, reader receiving oral, Male receiving oral, praise/degradation kink, spanking, begging, pet names (princess, baby, love, etc), established relationship w Gojo, aftercare, basically 90% porn 10% fluff, Gojo teaching Geto how to fuck you, Geto is a lil shy at first

pt.1 pt.3 pt.4

"Ah, fuck," Gojo moaned out, throwing his head back.

"Shhh," you shushed with a teasing giggle, "We wouldn't want anyone to hear us, would we?"

You were sat on Gojo's cock, hands pressed into his chest and knees bent on either side.

Geto’s breath hitched and eyes widened from your words. We wouldn't want anyone to hear us?

You're not serious... right?

Gojo looked up at you and bit his bottom lip, trying to stifle a laugh.

You both had already noticed Geto watching you.

This was becoming a little game for you two. Trying to see how long you two could keep the innocent act together, all while waiting to see how long it would take until Geto caved and admitted. Which would come first?

"Mm," you hummed as you lifted your hips, letting Gojo's cock nearly slip out, before pushing back down and taking him fully.

Geto watched, unable to peel his eyes away. He wanted so badly to join. He was tired of having to stand on the sidelines. But at the same time he would never admit his wrongdoings.

No, instead he was forced to watch in silence and suffer from his own denial and stubbornness.

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Days passed and Geto quietly watched your lewd acts a few more times, until it was Gojo who finally caved in.

It was late at night and Gojo had just come back home from exorcising a particularly dangerous cursed spirit. You wanted to help him unwind and he wanted to spice things up.

So there you two were, sitting on the bed, kissing passionately.

Your legs were wrapped around Gojo while his arms were wrapped tightly around your waist, keeping both of you upright as he sat at the edge of the bed.

When Gojo broke the kiss, his eyes were dark and hungry. You looked up at him, breathing heavily, and bit your lip.

"What is it, baby?" You asked in a seductive tone, running a hand through his hair.

He stared into your eyes, thinking. He was tired of this charade. Tired of the act.

He grabbed your hand from his hair and kissed the palm of it,

"I think," he paused and kissed your wrist, "it's about time," then kissed the crook of your elbow, "we end this little game," his lips moved to your shoulder.

"What do you mean?" You asked him with a confused expression.

Gojo moved his mouth down your other arm, leaving kisses and hickeys, and didn't answer.

When he reached your wrist, he lifted his head and smirked. "Don't worry," he kissed the back of your hand, "you'll see."

Before you could ask anymore questions, Gojo moved to your neck.

He kissed the base and then licked his way up the side. When his lips reached your ear, he kissed the shell and whispered, "Just relax and let us take care of you."

Us? Did he mean…?

Realization flashed across your face and you bit your lip to hide your embarrassed smile.

"Oh, so we're finally letting him in?" You asked, turning your head slightly.

"I'm tired of seeing him look so pathetic," he chuckled, "he needs this as much as we do."

Geto’s eyes squinted from outside the bedroom. He tried to listen in to what you and Gojo were saying, but your voices were too low.

"And what if I don't want him to join?" You teased, both of you knowing full well that was a lie.

Gojo smirked and tilted his head, "Oh yeah? Then why is our bedroom door unlocked and cracked open? I should go close it then, shouldn’t I?”

"Maybe I just didn't want to get up," you replied nonchalantly, shrugging your shoulders.

"Sure," he laughed and rolled his eyes, "I bet you're soaking wet, aren't you?”

You brought your finger up to your lip and tapped it, pretending to be in deep thought. “You wanna check?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I’d love to,” he replied with a smirk and grazed his fingers just barely under the hem of your pants.

“But I bet Suguru would be more than willing to check as well,” he whispered in your ear. Your eyes fluttered closed and you let out a breathy sigh, enjoying his touch.

A shiver went down your spine as his breath hit your neck and you opened your eyes again, looking back up at him.

Nodding your head, you gave Gojo permission to finally invite his friend in.

Gojo smiled and turned his head towards the door.

"Suguru," he called out in a lilted tone, "get in here."

Geto's eyes widened and he felt a rush of emotions.

How did Gojo know he was there?

And why was he calling him inside?

Geto didn't move. He stayed frozen where he was.

"Geto," Gojo said once more.

Still no response.

"Come on, you don’t want to leave the lady waiting, do you?” Gojo was growing impatient.

Finally, Geto pushed the door open.

"How did you-"

"Know you were here?" Gojo finished his question, "Because I know my best friend. Plus you did a shitty job at hiding it- we knew this whole time.”

Geto's face turned red and he looked down. He felt so embarrassed.

"I'm sorry," was all he could muster up, looking at his feet.

"For what?" Gojo asked, cocking his head to the side.

Geto looked at you, still clung to Gojo and sat on his lap. You bit your lip when your eyes met and attempted to hold back a giggle.

"For, um..." Geto cleared his throat, "for watching."

"Watching what?" You asked, feigning ignorance, with a faux confused expression.

Gojo snorted, amused, and shook his head.

"Okay, that’s enough messing with him, I want him to be able to enjoy this," Gojo said and looked back to Geto.

You turned to Gojo and pouted while looking up at him, “No fun,” you mumbled and rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t contain the smirk that began to shape your lips.

Geto felt his pants grow tighter and he gulped.

You and Gojo had been teasing him for weeks. Was he finally about to get what he wanted?

"Well," Gojo continued, drawing out the word, "if you're so sorry, then why don’t you show us? Actions speak louder than words, right?”

You turned your attention to Geto, curious to see how he'd react.

"You mean...?" He asked, eyes wide and pupils dilated.

"Yes, Geto," Gojo answered, “Unless you don’t want to?” He questioned, knowing fully well how desperately Geto wanted his turn.

"No! I mean, yes, I want to," he blurted out.

"Perfect," Gojo said, smirking. "Then go ahead. Don’t be shy.”

Gojo then lifted you from your ass and positioned you to sit on the bed, you legs dangling off the edge.

Geto approached the two of you. He stopped a few steps away and looked at Gojo, unsure.

"W-what should I do?” Geto asked.

"I think you know what," Gojo replied with a chuckle.

"Y-yeah, I know, but," Geto was so nervous. Despite the amount of times he’d imagined this scenario, he never actually thought it would happen! And now that it was happening- he was at a loss.

You observed Geto, watching the gears spin behind his eyes as he wracked his brain for answers. You almost couldn’t help but laugh, taking pleasure in his embarrassment.

But you decided to remain gentle and take some pity on him. You had been torturing him for weeks after all.

With an outstretched hand you motioned forward and and said, "Come here."

Geto took a deep breath, glanced at you, and then back at Gojo. Gojo nodded, indicating to his friend to follow your instruction.

He hesitantly stepped forward and stood between your legs. He reached his hand out and brushed a piece of hair behind your ear.

You closed your eyes and leaned into his touch.

He smiled at the gesture, enjoying how soft and delicate you were.

“She’s very responsive,” Gojo told Geto, “Every little touch affects her more than you think.” He chuckled and laid back onto the bed, propping himself up with his elbows to watch the show.

Geto nodded and looked back at you, studying your features.

God, you were so beautiful.

He didn't want to rush anything. No, he wanted to savor this moment.

So, Geto continued to study you. His thumb traced the shape of your cheek bone and jawline, moving down to your chin.

You kept your eyes closed and enjoyed the attention, humming softly.

“Are you getting hard just from looking at her?!” Gojo blurted out, interrupting Geto’s focus.

You couldn't hold back the giggle that escaped your lips.

Geto turned red and his fingers grasped your chin harder than intended.

"Fuck, sorry," he said, loosening his grip.

"Don't worry, Suguru, she likes it rough too." he assured his friend, "Right, princess?"

You hummed in response, smirking with your eyes still closed.

“Although, I suppose you would know that, wouldn’t you?” He said, cocking his head to the side, his blue eyes piercing into Geto.

Geto swallowed hard.

“Don’t feel bad,” you opened your eyes and looked up at him, “I’ll tell you a secret,” you motioned for him to come closer.

He dipped his head while you also met him halfway, moving into the crook of his neck and whispered against his ear, “We liked it.”

You felt the shiver go down his spine and smiled.

Gojo sat up and looked at the both of you,

"As much as I'd love to continue teasing him," Gojo paused and looked at you with a devilish grin, "I want him to see how pretty you look when you cum. How much better the view is up close.”

Geto couldn’t help but moan at Gojo's words. He was so desperate. So turned on.

He pulled away from your embrace and looked down, admiring the sight of you.

The way you looked up at him, waiting patiently for him to make his move. The way your shirt was bunched up just enough to reveal the skin above your waistline. And the way your pants sat on your hips, taunting him, begging him to take them off.

"Please," he whispered, looking into your sparkling eyes, "can I take these off?" He asked, tugging on the hem of your pants.

You tilted your head and gave him a small pout, “Just those?” You asked, a twinkle of mischief in your eyes.

Geto let out a small groan and his cock twitched.

"Can I take everything off?" He asked.

You giggled, loving the way his desperation was beginning to show. "Please do," you smiled sweetly at him.

Geto waisted no time, his hands quickly beginning to tug the bottom of your shirt over your head.

“Fuck- thank you,” he moaned once he took in the sight of your topless figure.

Your tits were the perfect size. And god, the way they were framed by the thin bra you were wearing. It was almost too much for him.

Geto grabbed your chest and pushed them together.

"Fuck," he whispered and leaned his head forward, his lips attaching to the top of one of your breasts. "Mmm," you hummed as Geto licked and sucked the area around your nipple, "I thought you were going to take my clothes off, Sugu," you whined.

“Got distracted,” he mumbled against your skin, his gaze never leaving your body in front of him, even as he unclasped your bra and let it fall on the bed.

Gojo snickered at his comment and watched in amusement. He could tell his friend was struggling.

It was obvious to anyone with a pair of eyes, really.

But Geto just couldn’t decide which part of you he wanted to give his attention to first.

He kissed and sucked every inch of skin he could get his mouth on. His hands were everywhere- running through your hair, groping your chest, squeezing your waist, and grabbing your ass.

His hands were practically shaking as they moved down your hips.

Geto tugged the belt loops of your pants, pulling them down to the floor, and revealing the matching panties that covered your cunt.

He bit his lip and stared, completely transfixed. Your pussy was dripping wet, a stain of your arousal already formed on the fabric.

He couldn’t resist- but at the same time, he didn’t want this to end.

Gojo interrupted his trance, "Touch her. Please, I can't stand seeing her suffer." And with that encouragement, Geto didn't need to be told twice.

He ran a finger up the center of your panties and pressed his thumb into the spot above your clit.

You let out a gasp, surprised at his sudden boldness, and closed your eyes.

Geto looked up at your face, studying your reactions.

Your lips were parted slightly, letting the heavy breaths that escaped them fill the room.

Then he quickly stood up and looked down at you with determination in his eyes, “Sit on my face,” he demanded, his voice low and desperate, “please, I need you to.” he added softly, and averted eye contact, unsure if his previous tone had been too harsh.

You looked at him, taken aback, and bit your lip.

"Ooh, someone's getting bold," Gojo said as he leaned forward and sat with his legs crossed. His elbows rested on his knees while he held his head in his palms, observing you and Geto with a newfound fascination.

Nodding, you smirked and stood up from the bed.

Both Gojo and Geto watched with hungry eyes as you pulled off the remaining piece of clothing, revealing the dripping wet mess that had been building this whole time.

"Lie down," you motioned for Geto to get onto the bed. He quickly obliged and lay flat on his back.

Gojo scooted over, making room for you and assisting you into position.

Geto's hands rested on your thighs, guiding you closer to his face.

His breathing became heavy as his nose was engulfed in the scent of your arousal.

He didn't even notice Gojo's hand sneak up the back of your head.

But he did notice the way you whimpered when Gojo pulled your hair, involuntarily making your back to arch and muscles to relax- forcing you to fully sit on Suguru's face.

"Oh," was the only word that could escape your mouth in a soft moan.

Geto was in heaven.

He licked and sucked on your folds, savoring the taste.

His fingers dug into your skin, pulling you closer and keeping you in place as you attempted to ride him, hoping that would give him some air. But he wasn't having it. He wanted you to suffocate him.

You looked over at Gojo, his expression full of hunger, and you couldn't help but lean over and kiss him. His grip tightened on your hair and you gasped into his mouth.

Geto was so hard.

Your gasps and whimpers, the taste of your cunt, the scent of your arousal, and the feeling of your soft skin were driving him crazy.

"Look at you," Gojo cooed as he pulled you back, using his grip on your hair. "All flushed and wet. God, you're such a pretty little slut."

He was right.

You were a mess.

A pretty, blushing, panting mess.

"And what a lucky man, Suguru is," he smirked, looking down at his friend, "having you sitting on his face. The perfect throne for the perfect princess."

Your eyes fluttered closed, his words and Suguru's tongue bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

Geto was moaning against your pussy, the vibrations sending shock waves through your body.

"I'm... close," you managed to pant out with your eyes rolled back and brows knitted together.

"Already?" Gojo teased, "Suguru, slow down. We don't want our girl cumming too fast."

"But..." you whimpered and opened your eyes to glare at him.

"Shh," Gojo hushed you patronizingly, "you wouldn't want to be rude to our guest, would you? Be a good girl and hold out for a little longer- for his sake." He released your hair and gave you a look that made it clear you didn't have a choice.

You whined and pouted, but did as you were told.

Geto's pace turned agonizingly slow. He had switched to long, languid strokes, focusing on collecting as much of your juices as possible.

He was determined to savor this moment.

Gojo admired the view. The way your back was arched and muscles tensed, trying desperately to hold off your orgasm.

Your chest heaved and you were letting out small whimpers, unable to control yourself.

The heat in your abdomen grew more and more. "Fuck!" you cried out, nearing dangerously close.

Your hands found their way into Geto's hair, holding on tightly as a means to keep you grounded.

Gojo smirked. He was thoroughly enjoying the way your composure was slowly slipping. "What's wrong, Princess?" he asked in a sickeningly sweet voice, "Feeling a little overwhelmed?"

You couldn't answer him. Instead, you threw your head back and let out a drawn out moan.

"I don't know… how much longer I can wait," you cried, voice trembling.

"Shh," Gojo soothed, and patted your head, "don't worry, baby. We won't make you wait much longer. Right, Suguru?" He asked his friend.

"Mhm," was his reply, a hum of confirmation.

Gojo nodded and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. Your eyes were half lidded and glassy as you stared back at him.

"Just a little longer, okay?" he whispered, kissing your forehead.

You nodded, barely registering his words.

Geto continued his ministrations, slowly pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

Gojo watched you closely, recognizing all the signs of your nearing orgasm.

Your walls fluttered and you let out a high pitched whine. With each new flick of his tongue your hips began rocking and your moans grew louder.

"There's a good girl," Gojo praised, "you've been so patient for us, haven't you?" You nodded again, biting your lip.

"Okay," Gojo said, "go ahead, Princess. Let go. Cum for us."

At his command, Geto's hands gripped your thighs even harder, holding you flush against his face.

He swirled his tongue around your clit, eliciting the most sinful sounds from your lips.

The heat that had been pooling in your stomach finally overflowed and waves of pleasure washed over you.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck- Yes!" you cried out.

Geto groaned into you, eagerly lapping up all of your juices.

You tasted sweeter than he ever could have imagined.

His head was swimming, unable to process anything except for the pleasurable sensation of his tongue pressed against your clit.

And you were just as lost in your own pleasure.

You continued grinding against him as your orgasm washed over you.

Your head was thrown back and mouth fell open, letting moans spill past your lips.

Gojo saw this as the perfect opportunity to bury himself in your neck. He kissed and nibbled while whispering into your skin.

"That's it, just like that. God, you're so beautiful when you cum," he moaned, his cock straining painfully against his pants. "You've made Suguru a very happy man, princess," he added.

"Mhm" Geto hummed in agreeance into your cunt, the vibrations mixed with his tongue still lapping overstimulated you, causing your legs to shake and squeeze.

"Ah!" you whimpered as your muscles involuntarily contracted, pulling Geto impossibly closer when your thighs squeezed him.

Gojo laughed and looked at Geto, "Looks like she's holding you captive."

"Not that I mind," he smirked against your pussy, "I could die here and be completely happy."

Geto's words sent a shiver down your spine and you moaned, releasing him from the grip of your thighs.

With one final lick of a stripe up your cunt, you collapsed into the bed, panting heavily on your back.

Gojo smiled and brushed the hair that had stuck to your forehead away. "Such a good girl," he praised.

asking in the afterglow of your orgasm, you closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths.

"Now," Gojo looked over to his friend and nodded in your direction, "Tell her nice things and touch her gently. Let her know how much you enjoyed that. She loves the attention, especially after she's been fucked out of her mind."

Geto followed his friends advice.

"God, you're so beautiful," he murmured, moving closer to you. "Your taste," he kissed your jaw, "your smell," he kissed your neck, "the sound of your moans," he kissed your collarbone. "You're absolutely perfect."

"Mmm," you hummed, enjoying his words full of genuine emotion.

Geto moved even closer, hovering over your body. His lips ghosted over your skin as he spoke,

"Thank you," he whispered, "that was everything I ever dreamed of and more."

His words sent a wave of pride over you and you smiled, "You're welcome."

Gojo chuckled and shook his head, "Don't get her ego too inflated now," he joked, "she's already too much."

You giggled and turned to look at Gojo, "Like you're one to talk."

"Guilty," he smirked, then looked over to his friend, "but we do have a problem."

Geto looked at him with a confused expression.

"Our princess has had an orgasm," he stated.

Geto nodded.

"And you haven't."

Geto's eyes widened, the realization of Gojo's intentions finally hitting him. He was going to let his friend get pleasured by his girlfriend.

"Let me take care of you both," You looked between Gojo and Geto with a smile and reached out to pull Gojo closer.

Once he was within arms reach you began to undress him, starting with his shirt. He let out a sigh, enjoying the feeling of your hands roaming his chest.

"You're such a tease," he moaned, his eyes fluttering closed.

"You love it," you whispered into his ear while palming his cock over his jeans. And once Gojo let out a strangled groan you pulled away with a giggle and turned to focus your attention on undressing Geto.

You started by pulling his shirt over his head.

As soon as the fabric hit the floor, Gojo leaned in and pressed his chest into your back, "Why did I ever let you get so fucking smug?" he asked while running his fingers through your hair.

You looked over your shoulder and smirked, "You love me."

"Hm, I do," he whispered against your ear and pressed his lips to the back of your neck, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

Meanwhile, Geto was watching the two of you with wide eyes and a growing blush.

The way you and Gojo moved around each other, teasing and flirting- it was mesmerizing.

And when Gojo began sucking hickeys into the side of your neck, Geto couldn't help but groan.

Your hand moved up his chest and stopped at his lips. "Shh, patience," you smiled, "we haven't forgotten about you."

"You haven't, maybe," Gojo mumbled into your neck.

"Don't listen to him," you said, looking at Geto and giving him a playful smile, "he's just jealous I haven't been tending to him."

"Hey!" Gojo protested and bit your neck in retaliation, which caused a squeal to slip past your lips.

Gojo took undressing himself into his own hands as you continued assisting Geto.

He quickly unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down his thighs, his boxers following right after.

Once the three of you were fully naked, Geto looked between the two of you with a questioning gaze.

"Um, how should I... position myself?" he asked hesitantly, unsure of where he would be allowed to touch and what his role would be.

"You're our guest tonight, Suguru," Gojo said, "I'll let you decide."

"Really?!" He looked at Gojo, surprised by the freedom he was given.

"Mhm," Gojo hummed and nodded.

"Thank you," he replied.

Geto took a few moments to think.

He knew he wanted to watch your face, see every emotion and expression you made.

If he and Gojo were going to have you at the same time then that meant he would have you blow him while Gojo takes you from the back, then he could see the expressions from both of the cocks in you. It’s a win/win/win.

"I want to lay down," Geto stated, "and I want to be able to see her face," he added, nodding in your direction.

"How should I-" you began asking, but Gojo cut you off.

“You’re going to lay on your stomach and I’m going to lift your pretty ass in the air. And while I’m fucking you, instead of pushing your face into the mattress I’ll be shoving your mouth on Suguru’s cock. Sound good?” He smirked, waiting for a reaction.

Your eyes widened and your cunt throbbed.

He wasn’t asking, he was telling.

And his tone of voice sent a shockwave through your body, making your pussy clench around nothing.

You gulped and nodded your head, your arousal already building from the mental image your boyfriend painted.

Geto sat back against the headboard, legs stretched out in front of him, and waited patiently. You lay on the bed on your stomach, legs bent with your ass sticking up.

Gojo positioned himself behind you and held his cock in his hand.

Once you positioned yourself properly between them you looked forward. You saw Geto slowly pumping his cock in his fist, eyes half closed as he gazed across your body.

A low moan escaped his lips as his thumb pressed into the tip, spreading the precum that had gathered there.

"Mmm," he groaned and closed his eyes.

You licked your lips, already eagerly anticipating what was to come.

Gojo rubbed his tip against your entrance, letting out a groan as he felt your slickness. "She's so fucking wet," he moaned, "it's all because of you, Suguru."

Geto opened his eyes and looked at you.

Your head was now resting on his thigh, lips parted and pupils dilated.

He watched as Gojo's cock slowly entered you and the way your eyes rolled back and a long, drawn out moan spilled past your lips.

Geto couldn't take it anymore.

He needed to feel your mouth on his cock.

He grabbed the base of his shaft and held his tip to your lips. "Open," he commanded, his tone low and firm.

His commanding voice instantly made your pussy clench and you followed instructions, parting your lips while holding his intense gaze.

Geto let out a satisfied moan once he felt the warmth of your mouth envelope his cock.

"Fuck, yes," he said through gritted teeth, "so good."

"She is, isn't she?" Gojo praised as he began to pick up his pace. "Fuck, so tight too," he moaned, his hand reaching for your hair, grabbing a fistful and forcing your mouth down onto Geto's cock.

"Fuck!" Geto shouted as the head of his cock hit the back of your throat.

Your eyes watered and a gurgled moan tried to escape your throat, but it was stifled from Geto’s cock that was buried in your mouth.

"Good girl," Gojo groaned, his hand moving to the base of your neck, "taking my cock and sucking off Suguru like the good little slut you are."

Geto and Gojo were in heaven. And so were you.

Both of their cocks filling you from either end, their praises filling your ears and the feeling of their bodies pressed against yours.

This was surly heaven.

With each new thrust from Gojo’s end your body lurched forward, making Geto's cock hit the back of your throat.

The sensation caused you to gag and tears to spill from your eyes, leaving a wet trail down your cheeks.

"Fuck," Geto moaned and gripped the sheets, struggling to keep his eyes from rolling back. He was desperate to take in your every expression.

"Mmm," you hummed, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through his body.

"You like having your holes fucked at the same time, don't you?" Geto asked, his voice low and raspy. He was quickly becoming more comfortable and confident with his role in your new arrangement.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you gave a small nod, humming again in agreeance.

"Such a slutty girl," Gojo said, picking up his pace.

You whined around Geto's cock, the praise causing a new rush of heat to form in your stomach.

Gojo continued his praises, knowing how much they affected you, “Our perfect, little, slutty girl, aren’t you? Just a desperate, needy, little, slut who loves having her holes stuffed full at the same time. You love being used like a little fuck toy, don't you?”

His words went straight to your cunt and your walls began fluttering.

Your muffled moans were constant as your orgasm quickly approached. One of Gojo’s hands moved to rub circles on your clit, pushing you closer and closer with every passing second.

"Are you close, Princess?" he asked, knowing fully well that you were.

"Mmm!" you whined, choking on Geto’s cock while trying to push back onto Gojo’s.

"Oh, so desperate," he smirked and leaned forward, "I should make you beg for it, like the little slut you are," he whispered into your ear.

You tried to protest, shaking your head and moaning into Geto's dick.

Gojo chuckled and looked at Geto. "What do you think?"

Geto hummed and considered his options.

He was already so close, and judging from the way your moans and breathing were increasing, you were as well.

But the idea of getting to hear your desperate, breathless, pleas, was too much to pass up.

"Make her beg," he said, smirking.

"Mm-mm!" You whined, desperately trying to communicate with them.

"Oh?” Gojo looked down at you, “You heard the man- beg, princess.”

“Mmph!” You’re begs fell flat into muffled whimpers and the only thing you could do was look up at Geto with tears in your eyes and a pleading expression.

Geto couldn’t help the groan that slipped past his lips. Seeing you so helpless, completely at his and Gojo's mercy, was exhilarating.

"I can't hear you," Gojo teased, slowing down his pace.

You whined and attempted to meet his thrusts halfway by pushing you ass onto him. But Gojo quickly caught on and gave you a quick smack on your ass.

"No," he growled, "you’ve been such a good girl tonight, don’t make that change."

You let out a frustrated sob, the feeling of desperation and the ache between your legs overwhelming. "Plmm," you begged, your words barely audible against the bobbing of Geto’s cock, "plmm, plmm, plmm," you continued, your voice growing more whimpered.

"What was that?" Geto asked, grabbing a fistful of your hair and prompting your head off his cock, allowing the desperate whines and sobs to slip past your lips.

"P-please," you managed to say, looking up at him with desperation in your eyes.

"Please what?" Gojo asked, slowing down his thrusts and giving your ass another hard smack.

"Fuck!" You cried, tears streaming down your cheeks, "please, please, please, I'm begging you," you pleaded looking between the two men, "please let me cum!” Your legs trembled and your body tensed as you fought against every cell in your being that called for release.

Geto let go of your hair and shoved his cock back into your mouth.

"Well, since you begged so nicely," he smirked, and Gojo began his relentless assault on your pussy.

You let out a loud, muffled moan as both of their cocks filled you.

Your mind was completely blank. All you could do was focus on the intense waves of pleasure that crashed through your body, spiraling you into the depths of your orgasm.

"Fuck!" Gojo groaned, the way your cunt pulsed and squeezed his cock sending him over the edge, his hot load painting the inside of your walls.

Geto was next. He threw his head back and gripped your hair tightly in place as his seed spilled into your mouth.

"Fuck, take it, just like that," he moaned.

His praise mixed with Gojo's continued thrusts, and the taste of his cum coating your tongue, sent another shock wave of pleasure through you.

"Mmmm!" you screamed, or at least you would have if your mouth wasn't currently occupied.

Geto looked down at you and his heart skipped a beat.

The way you looked up at him with a hazy, blissful expression, tears in your eyes and cheeks red. You looked absolutely radiant.

"Fuck, so good," Gojo moaned, slowing down his thrusts.

Once the three of you were completely spent, Geto pulled his cock from your mouth and collapsed back onto the bed.

A deep breath released from your lips once your mouth was free. You found your self slumped against Geto’s thigh, eyes shut and in your own world.

"She's perfect," Geto sighed, staring at the ceiling.

"She is," Gojo agreed, slowly pulling his softening cock out of you.

You felt his warmth leave and let out a small whine, suddenly feeling very empty. It was a harsh difference from the complete fullness you felt just moments before.

"Shh," Gojo reassured you, running a hand up and down your back, "just wait a minute. I'm going to get something to clean us up, okay?"

You nodded and managed a small, “Mhm,”

"Come here, sweet girl," Geto coaxed and pulled your head onto his chest.

You gladly took his invitation and let him hold you while Gojo went and grabbed some water and warm towels.

Geto ran his fingers through your hair and planted small kisses on the top of your head, "You were absolutely perfect," he praised.

You smiled and looked up at him.

He was completely flushed and sweaty, but still looked just as beautiful as always. "Thank you," you smiled and kissed him.

The two of you lay there, kissing lazily and whispering praises, until Gojo came back. He walked into the room and smiled, seeing you curled up on Geto's chest.

"Here," he said, handing Geto a glass of water, "let's get her sitting up."

Geto nodded and helped you sit up, propping you against his chest. He held the glass to your lips and you met him half way, bringing yourself up to drink.

"Slow sips, sweet girl," he coaxed and you complied, taking small sips.

"That's it, so good," he praised, making your heart flutter.

"Yes, you did such a good job, baby." Gojo said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, "You were so pretty for us, and we're so proud."

He was right, you did a great job.

They were both very happy and pleased with you, and you loved it.

"I'll take care of you, just sit back and let us do everything." Gojo reassured you, taking the glass and setting it on the nightstand.

He handed Geto a towel, then cleaned you off with the other.

"Thank you," Geto said, "for inviting, I mean."

"You're welcome," Gojo replied, "you're always invited. Right, princess?"

You hummed, unable to form proper words, and snuggled back into Geto's chest.

Gojo chuckled and shook his head. He brought another clean towel up to your face and gently wiped away the dried tears and drool. When he was satisfied with his work he placed a soft kiss on your forehead and whispered in your ear, “Go to sleep now, love,”

You smiled and closed your eyes, allowing yourself to drift off into a peaceful slumber.

Geto held you close, stroking your hair, while Gojo crawled into the bed and wrapped his arms around your waist, his chest pressed into your back and his legs tangled with yours.

Geto was laying beside you, still holding your head on his chest and rubbing gentle circles into your hip.

With the two men holding you so tightly and protectively, it didn't take long for sleep to fully overcome you.

Gojo and Geto followed shortly after.

The three of you spent the night in each other's arms, peacefully sleeping.

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