After the loss of his loved one in a Sukuna surgery, Gojo hasn't been able to satisfy himself nearly as well as Sukuna did.
He tried it all, masturbation, casual hookups (which he felt guilty about), toys⦠none of it tickled him right. He was starting to feel crazy, his mind could not stop thinking about how Suk-Suking Sukuna's Mega Double Shits felt. Nothing felt like burning Sukuna's pubes off with his very own tongue, causing him traction alopecia. All he could do is break down crying while reminiscing.
Gojo dropped his dead husband's (dead from Sukuna surgery) framed tuft of pubes from his right ball from his hand while wet liquid globes fell from his tearducts, his sobs became mewls. He curled up in the sofa into a fetal position, his petite long waist bending in a way where he could see his own crotch⦠he didn't know if it was pent up frustration or the very Spirit of the King of Purses (you see, this is a no-curse au) was communicating to him by the 5G radiation⦠but he got an idea.
The blue eyed bombo slowly moved his fase closer towards his groin, his baby blue eyes eh sparkling from the tears batting his eyelashes cutely, the pit in his stomach beginning to feel like his creature was being abused by a broom - he slowly pushed his pant's down and his cawk⦠a cutesy shade of wisteria with chatreuse veins decorating his shaft⦠his pubes unkempt and overgrown from nobody sucking him⦠it was all too tempting.
Fuck it he thought, his demure Slim waist bending with ease as he opened his mouth, letting his pygmy shit enter the warm, basophillic wet of an undeniable pretty hole on his fase... and his shining Little eyes opened in Glee... it felt⦠just like home.
His wide, child-bearing hips kept ramming into his own mouth - his head complying, matching the rythm of his BBL clapping with each thrust⦠his mewls getting higher and more petite as the seconds went by, when finally -- with a muffled "MI BOMBO!!" He released his rice wÑter into his own mouth. It was not nearly as sour and heavy like Suk's batter, but it sufficed.
The creature released his own phallus with an adorable wet sloppy sound, similar to a Clot shooting out of a woman-cave... heaving and panting, his voice similar to a cute Little petite Brookesia Nana Chameleon, his sweat resembling morning mist in a grocery shop produce sectionβ¦
It's not quite like you, my precious Suku-Clot, but it's enough to remember you⦠I Will bombo you forever...
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