୨୧ ᭡ ˖ elaine/lainey , ⸝⸝ a twenty-year-old southern belle. she&they. lover of astronomy, cats and strawberry matcha lattes. #1 suguru geto defender & enjin's prettiest princess. ‹𝟹
₊˚ʚ. this blog is centered around jujutsu kaisen with something occasional for enjin and other characters. i do write both sfw/nsfw works, so please proceed with caution .ᐟ
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sukuna doesn’t know what it is like to receive a touch that is gentle.
sukuna has spent his life being a man who lived up to every bit of his reputation—terrifying, horrific, menacing, everything befitting a king. a lord. a curse.
everything he’s been on the receiving end of has been tainted with violence, hatred and malice. he is deserving of every bit of it, he’s sure.
but you, his queen, the lady he’s sure he’s conceived from his feverish nightmares, you touch him as if he was a prize.
you eye him like one would eye diamonds, something precious, not a curse. and that has his heart beating a rhythm dangerously akin to a person in love. but a curse’s heart cannot beat for cause other than violence, now can it?
he has you by his side because it’s convenient. because it’s an advantage—or so he tells himself, as he paces around his chambers in the dead of night, staring at your sleeping form, hoping to get close enough to touch you, but he never does.
but once you get to touch him? your hands are gentle, softer than his own calloused palms, as you glide them across his beastly body, slowly making way to his face.
sukuna feels his eyes well up with a sensation he’s never felt before, while you stood before him, studying him, your arms prodding, prying, your nails grazing his skin before they came up to cup his face.
tracing his jaw while your eyes met his, one of your hands finding their way into his hair, slowly brushing past the knots with the gentleness one would use only with something, someone that was adored.
the way your eyes softened as they met his face, your touch indicating nothing but reverence had his eyes pool with the unfamiliar sensation of tears. they pricked at his eyes shamefully—he was a king. he didn’t, nay, never cried, he never had that privilege bestowed upon him.
but before he could swallow the tears, they slid down his cheeks, meeting your palms that cupped his face oh so tenderly—you didn’t question it. it wasn’t your place. you swiped them away with your thumb, his tears pouring out his four eyes while a pair of his arms held on to your waist.
burying his head in your chest while you slowly pet his head—he should’ve had you killed for that. treating him like a common dog. but with his breath unsteady as he fought off tears that’d never left his eyes before, his heart swelled with an emotion he thought he had never possessed—he was grateful.
as the tears that were shed left behind salt tracks to make their presence known, you lifted his head only to plant the softest kisses against them—the saltiness coating your lips while he looked up at your form like you were a goddess that descended before him.
you held him in your arms like you would a baby—and sukuna held himself close to your heart, listening to the sound of your blood rushing through your veins just to make sure that you were here. that you were really before him, holding his cursed heart in the palm of your hands while you softly sighed against his head.
he would stay here, frozen in time if he could. ryomen sukuna didn’t know what it meant to shed tears, he didn’t know what it meant to have your heart swell merely in the presence of someone. he didn’t know what it meant to be held close to a heart without having to rip it out with his bare hands. but maybe, he’d finally be deserving to have this. to have you.
maybe, he was finally deserving of being held by a pair of arms that didn’t wish to tear him apart.
repost from liliklei :p. i loved this fic. @yoonsucks @yorikae @satorusdreamer @kireampie ok bai.
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are you ever going to write more? atp you're just sitting on your ass doing nothing
hey there, anon! let me set the record straight.
i was a retired fanfic author who just recently started writing again. i do not always have the motivation to sit down and type something up. i am comfortable creating something on my own time, so rushing me does absolutely nothing.
and no, i do not have a set schedule for when i will and won't post at the moment. a lot of things go on in my life and change very often. if i ever have a schedule, it will not be for the foreseeable future. not a fan? then please, leave me alone.
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“sukunaa get off of me—it’s way too hot out here for you to be doing this.”
he had his four arms wrapped around your waist with all his weight laid on top of you, flopped over like a dead fish. and he had the nerve to look up at you and pout.
“too comfortable.” is all he grunts out before faceplanting himself onto your chest, nuzzling into you and you swore for a second you could hear him purr.
“ryoo…it’s boiling you’re gonna kill me.” you shor back, trying your best to claw at his head so he’d finally get off of you. but he stayed right on top of you like dead weight—like moving away would ruin everything, his face still nuzzling your chest while his arms grip around you only tightened.
“for a king you sure as hell can be a brat.”
all you got was a deep hum in response—soft kisses trailing down your skin while he gripped you like a vice.
and you just had to face it. your husband was just an overgrown house-cat.
“i adore you too, my petal.”
“if you did, you get off of me you beast!” you hit him a couple times on his back, pouting while fumes practically came out your ears.
and before you could continue yelling, his lips were planted on yours, softly kissing you—his tongue sliding into your mouth, moving away, barely giving you a second to breathe before his lips crashed onto yours again.
“sweet.”
“you’re a bully.”
my overgrown meow meow.
all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.
(inspired by this post that came across my dash. proofread. reblog for more.)
"It's called a hairclip," you let your hands fall to Suguru's shoulders, resting there as he pulls out strands of hair to help frame his face. He moves his head side to side to get a better view of it, seeing how the simple, delicate silver clip held his hair in a half up, half down hairdo.
Convincing Suguru to sit down in front of your vanity to show him how to put it in his hair was far from easy. He tried every excuse he could find. It'll hurt too much. Hairties hold his hair best (despite not having used a hairclip before in his life). They don't hold in hair as well.
Today, he lost his last hairtie. Safe to say that with only an hour left until he heads out with Satoru, he was out of options.
"So," you tilted your head to the side, a smile tugging on the corners of your lips as you looked at Suguru in the mirror. "What do you think? Does it hurt?"
"Well," Suguru crossed his arms, an eyebrow raised as he huffed. "will it stay in?"
"Well, as long as you're not doing something stupid like skydiving, it should," you huffed. "You hate it?"
"No!" Suguru responded immediately, and he looked up at you in the mirror. His shoulders sagged as sighed. "I will give it a try, I promise,"
"Thank you," you said as you leaned down and kissed his temple, smiling as Suguru tried chasing your lips for a kiss. "Just don't lose it okay?"
. . .
You were sitting in the living room hours later when the door opened and revealed a disheveled Suguru. His loose hair was standing up at weird and janky angles. His shoulders sagged as he closed the door and you had noticed a small lump of silver missing from his hair. He then turned around and stood at the door. He stared at his shoes, looking like a kid who had been scolded.
You immediately reached for the remote and paused the movie you were watching.
"What happened to your hair? Are you okay?"
"I'm sorry, honey," he whispered. "I lost your hairclip,"
"It's okay, I'm just worried about you," you patted the empty space beside you and he slowly walked towards you. The couch dipped under his weight and he shifted to face you.
"Suguru, talk to me," you reached out and held his hand. "What happened? How did you lose it?"
He rose his head a little to meet your gaze. A small, sheepish smile only grew into a mischievous one as you caught the playful sparkle in his eyes.
"You won't believe what I did to lose it,"
(a.n :: can you guess what he did to lose it lmaoooo)
anon, do you mind explaining how, exactly? because i have lovely mutuals who i tag in the works i write, which they read and reblog, causing my work to get attention? oh no! how terrible it is for friends to support one another's creations. /s
Tumblr Blog Termination Warning – FOR WRITERS WITH TAGLISTS!
Yesterday my entire blog was terminated TWICE without warning by Tumblr while I was tagging the folks in my Pope taglist in the comments. There was no warning, no email. I just hit 'enter' and boom I got the termination notice.
Almost 10k followers and thousands of fics gone in an instant.
I raised a ticket and an hour later the blog was reactivated. There was no info about what I did wrong but an email that said, it’s been reactivated. I still didn't have one that told me why I had been terminated. Two mins later I went back to the taglist and picked up where I left off with the Pope taglist and immediately, as soon as I clicked 'enter' it happened again.
So, I raised another ticket.
It’s my belief that they’ve activated a bot to stop scammers from tagging loads of folks in those ‘send me money for fake charity’ posts they do, and unfortunately if you have a big taglist you’ll fall into that net too.
I’m not sure how this effects people who put their taglists in the actual post, but I imagine they’ll also be cracking down on that at some point if scammers start to use that method.
I just wanted to make everyone aware so that what happened to me doesn’t happen to other people.
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:: “This is Too Hot To Handle.You must abstain from sexual practices for the entirety of your stay. No kissing. No heavy petting. And no sex of any kind. This also applies to self gratification. The prize fund has been increased $200,000. Welcome to your long, hard, sexless summer.” :: Lili.
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Meet the singles! And uh oh—they all seem to want…you?!
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“I think I’m a 10/10—a killer smile, abs for days, and with a smile like this, who could resist me?”
synopsis :: tba …
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“I’m not worried about the competition at all.”
synopsis :: tba …
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Pairing: Dentist!Geto x FemPatient!reader
cw: Unrealistic/inaccurate dentist LOL, SMUT. Oral fixations, lots of fingers in mouth, drool, blowjob, first time writing Suguru pls be nice, swallowing cum, mentions of toothache (owwie), reader is fucking scared of dentists, praise, dirtytalk, proofread...ish...
It wasn't that bad.
That slight ache in your back molar when you ate food too hot or drank something too cold.
It was bearable.
You could bear it.
Honestly, you were just terrified of going to the dentist. You hated it- that pain when they would clean a cavity or even drill a bit too deep.
The only way someone would get you to lay down and get your teeth checked out would be if you'd get sedated.
You did like having… things in your mouth. So it was odd this got you so scared.
-
"He did it so quickly!"
"I couldn't even feel a thing!"
"He was so handsome!!"
You overheard some of your coworkers discussing a private dental clinic that had opened not so long ago.
Fine.
Maybe you should go book with the dentist there- just this once. Before the pain would get worse and you'd have to get the tooth pulled or something. Then you'd definitely get someone to bring you in unconscious.
A Wednesday, somewhere in the later midday.
You were sat in the rather aesthetic waiting area, just the receptionist sitting at the front desk and typing away with her long nails. Whoever owned this clinic had good taste in style.
The clock ticked and ticked and ticked…
God, you were feeling sweatier and more nervous by the second.
What if you could bail and just ignore the slight discomfort forever-
"Miss, Doctor Geto is ready to see you."
You give her a small smile and got up, fingers nervously holding on to the front of your shirt.
The doors pushed open and shut behind you, standing alone in a rather intimate space- it didn't feel as… hospital-esque and sterile cold as other places you've been.
Don't get me wrong, it was pristine and organized, hygienic and and and…
Your thoughts trailed off when you saw a man emerge from a room in the side, a warm smile on his lips and narrow eyes filled with a welcoming warm shade, some folder with papers in one hand. He was so handsome- those girls at work were right.
His hair was done up in a man bun, face mask tugged below his chin. And something about that lab coat and dark gray scrubs. Oh my.
"Hello, Miss. I hope i didn't keep you waiting for long. "
Your fear suddenly bloomed from a cold anxious ball to some blooming flower in the middle of your tummy.
Whatever, might just be the five stages of denial.
Getting up on the chair and having a sexy dentist wrap that little stupid piece of tissue and clip it around your neck shouldn't have made you feel hot in the face but it so did.
Until you saw him sit down, man spreading and getting comfortable while grabbing one of those dental mirrors. And the rest of the tools- hanging nearby on some expensive looking machine. But dear god if it didn't make you start shaking, blunt nails digging into the sides of the lush leather of the chair you sat in.
You could feel it start to lower and you were now laying flat down on your back.
Your eyes snapped shut, not to mention your teeth clenching and refusing to open. That same fear was flooding back. You had forgotten that you were supposed to let your doctor get a look at your chompers.
"Sweetheart? Hey… cmon, can you open your mouth for me, please?"
"Mnn…"
"I promise I'll just check up on your teeth, nothing painful."
"Mhnn…"
"Cmon… say ahhhh…"
A gloved finger lightly tugged on your bottom lip, making you peek one eye open to see a worried faced Geto peering down.
You managed to loosen up your jaw, opening up just enough.
"There we go, not so bad. Now, Miss, please keep open for me."
You just nodded yes, trying to keep your tongue from shifting too much.
The little mirror was cold when it clinked against a tooth or two. But besides that, it wasn't too scary.
You did wish it was his fingers inside instead…
Oh.
"Sweetheart.. open up a bit more for me, yeah? It will be quick. I just have to see all of your pretty teeth." Suguru calmly spoke to you, clearly wanting to have you calm down and cooperate. But the tone in his voice made you feel like melting instead of focusing.
You hadn't even noticed you were drooling, eyes now fully open and unable to look away from his focused face, so close… too close.
Those seemingly warm eyes turned, irises locking in with yours.
You swore you saw him try not to smirk before focusing back to looking over the backs of your upper molars. You did open up wider. Getting some small praise… why was he praising you? You liked it.
"Good… you're doing so good, just a bit more. I'm sure you can handle it."
Your eyes kept flicking down from watching his hand to then back to his face. It was like you couldn't decide what was better.
"It seems you have some sensitivity on your second molar, Miss."
You blinked, giving a small nod, unable to make anything besides a "mhm" sound with the mirror still inside.
When Suguru pulled it out you felt a bit sad his hand wasn't anywhere near your mouth anymore.
"Please rinse your mouth." Geto smiled, placing the mirror away to start picking up some other tool.
You glanced over to the little paper cup, watching it getting filled with water- picking it up and swishing the water around in your mouth, glancing over to the dentist with cheeks puffed up from the liquid.
"Spit it out, doll." Suguru chuckled, watching you seem unsure about what to do with it now.
You leaned back down and spat it out, trying to ignore the name he called you so casually, using the flimsy paper towel around your neck to wipe the saliva strings trying to escape your chin.
"Your teeth are healthy and in rather nice condition, but it seems you haven't visited a dentist in a while, hm?" Geto tapped a few fingers on the headrest of the chair, signaling for you to lay back down.
You obviously did as told and tried to answer his question.
Maybe Suguru had caught on by now, because once you opened your mouth a few fingers were pressing down on your tongue and then gently moving side to side as if inspecting your bottom set of teeth, lightly pressing down on your canine.
"Isn't it a bit rude to not answer questions, sweetheart?" He cooed down at you, the thumb of the hand in your mouth softly pressing against your cheek, making you tilt your head, having you look up and meet his amused gaze.
"Wehhll…m..doont.. likkeuh denthisthts…" You tried to babble out with the digits in your mouth, drool already pooling around them.
How embarrassing.
It looked like you were shaking, again, not from fear though.
Something about the way the gloved thumb caressed the side of your cheek and whilst the middle and ring finger were taking their time to spread your saliva around while "inspecting" the rest of your pearly whites had you forgetting why the hell you were even here. The small pain from your molar gone.
"I see… you don't like me then? Not one bit? I'm hurt, Miss… really am." Suguru pretended to pout a bit, the two fingers gliding deeper- you hoped he didn't see how your eyes rolled back, hands unable to hold on to just the sides of the chair and twitching to grab into his arm.
You wanted to say that no, no you did like him but that no came out as a small…
moan.
"Oh?" The hand halted, slowly pulling out- as if teasing you for making such a sound.
The fingers didn't get too far though, gathering the dripping drool to nudge back inside of your parted lips, almost having you splutter.
"I guess i was wrong."
Your hand finally reached up, nervous digits gripping into the white sleeve of the lab coat.
You initiating some sort of touch was like a switch being flicked down.
Suguru pushed himself up, wiping your drool across your cheek while smiling down at you.
The chair silently lifted up, riiiiightt until your face was laying at the perfect height. Just about where his bulge was.
Great.
Sucking a dentist's dick wasn't on your bucket list.
But watching Suguru use his teeth to pull the gloves off and reach down to the waistband of those a bit too oversized scrubs, you already had your lips parting. Again. For a completely different reason now.
Fwop!
A girthy cock smacked you right across the face, you could feel it wanting to twitch from the feeling of your skin.
"Patience, doll."
Your hands struggled to stay put while Geto slowly dragged it back and forth, just rolling his hips and nudging it closer and closer to your mouth- greedy tongue already darting out to try and get a lick in.
"Such a dirty girl, put that back." He gripped the base of the heavy thing, lifting it to smack across your mouth a few times, finally letting it slide over your glossy lips after, making sure to only drag it between them, not inside to let you have a taste.
"You're not so scared anymore, are you, sweetheart?"
"Mnnoo…" You pursed your lips to speak, kissing the pinkish tip before it slid past.
"How cute."
"Let's get you off of this chair, mn?"
-
The floor was a bit hard on your knees, but that wasn't the thing you were worrying about right now.
It was the man standing above you, a large palm playing with your bangs while the other lazily jerked the tempting thing in front of your face.
A dark happy trail disappeared underneath up his shirt, the ivory coat shifting with each of his movements- your nails dug into your knees this time, eyes almost doe and watery by how badly you wanted to lean forward and have Suguru's cock down your throat.
It was cruel, honestly.
"Will you be a good girl and open up wide for me?"
"Yes-"
The meaty thing lightly smacked against your cheek, leaving a light smear of precum on the spot.
"Don't answer me, just do. Let's try this again, hm?"
"Open up. Say Aaaah."
"Aaaaahhh…"
You thickly swallowed, opening your mouth just barely, too focused on staring at the way Suguru's wrist was sloppily dragging the palm back and forth, running across this big vein that you swore you could taste already-
Another smack to your cheek with the fat cock.
"Wider, sweetheart. Be good."
You let out a small whine but finally let your jaw go loose and leaned forward.
The hand in your hair reached further back, gripping into your locks and pushed you forward.
The delicious way that thick girth slid into your mouth… across your tongue and farrr back down to your throat. Not even having you gag surprisingly.
"There we go, finally got what you wanted so bad, yeah, doll?"
"mhnmmhm!" your humming vibrated around the meaty thing stretching your lips and rewarded you with a soft groan from Geto.
The sound of full balls smacking against your chin, lewd gags and wet slurps filled the neat space.
Drool was definitely dripping down your chin and dampening the collar of your shirt.
Not to even talk about the puddle drenching trough your panties…
But Suguru was filling your throat so good you couldn't do anything but blissfully shut your eyes and hold on to your own thighs.
"Feels nice, yeah? Sooo good…" You could hear him start to ramble from above you, both of those large palms cupping the sides of your head to keep it in place as he used your mouth. Clearly this was getting to Geto just as much as you.
"Fff… shit… Will you be a do.. doll and… swallow? Swallow for me?"
How could you say no to such a lovely man.
Suguru almost collapsed, having to let go of your face to grip into the tool trolley nearby, rattling it- making sure to push in alll the way to the hilt, neatly trimmed hairs tickling your nose as your throat convulsed and tried to swallow around the girthy thing down it.
The hot cum spurting down it made you choke and try to pull away for some air. But you definitely did swallow every last drop.
The softening length gently glided out, leaving your throat feeling empty.
-
Well then.
After your dentist helped you get cleaned up a bit and made sure you were alright.
It was time to go home.
Tooth still sensitive.
But it's okay, Dr. Geto made sure to leave a spot for you to come in next week. On a Wednesday.
And the week after that. For free.
How kind.
Seems like your fear of going to the dentist had disappeared too.
Yoon's notes: FOR MY LOVELY MOMMMY @serpenttine. I am still very i donno insecure about my writing after everything and doing a char i have never done IM SHITTING MYSELF SCARED. but i love drea so much i wanted to make this special, to show her how much i care for her. AND AS A CONGRATS ON HER BIG MILESTONE IN FOLLOWERS. you deserve the world mama. MWAH I HOPE YOU LIKE
not in the way you’re thinking—no, he doesn’t kick puppies or steal candy from children (as tempting as that sounds). he just finds creative, deeply personal ways to ruin your day for his own amusement.
like when you’re running late for work and you open your sock drawer to find every single pair has been replaced with mismatched ones. you stand there, staring at the chaos, while satoru leans in the doorway with that insufferable grin.
"what’s wrong, baby?" he asks, all fake innocence. "can’t find a match?"
you throw a sock at his head. he dodges, laughing. "you’re the worst," you mutter.
or when you’re trying to study, your notes spread across the kitchen table, and he decides it’s the perfect time to test your focus.
he sits across from you, silent, watching. you ignore him for twenty minutes before you finally look up. "what?"
he’s holding a single grape between his fingers. "nothing," he says. then he flicks it. it bounces off your forehead.
you stare at him. "did you just—" another grape. you duck. "satoru gojo!"
he’s already reaching for a third. "what? i’m bored."
you slam your book shut and chase him around the apartment, your highlighter in hand like a weapon. he lets you catch him eventually, laughing as you tackle him onto the couch. "you’re insufferable," you pant, straddling him.
he grins up at you. "but you’re smiling, aren't you? i'd do anything to make you happy."
or when you’re on the phone with your mother, trying to have a normal conversation, and he decides to make it impossible. you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, your phone pressed to your ear, when you feel his hands on your waist.
"satoru, not now," you whisper, covering the receiver.
he doesn’t listen. he drops to his knees in front of you, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your shorts.
your eyes widen. "mom, uh, can you hold on a second—"
he yanks your shorts down in one smooth motion. you’re trying to kick him away, but he’s stronger, his mouth already pressing hot kisses to your inner thigh.
"sorry, mom, i just—i need to—" his tongue drags over your panties and you nearly drop the phone. "i’ll call you back!" you hang up, breathless, and glare down at him. "you’re going to get me in trouble."
he looks up, his eyes gleaming. "it'd be worth it."
or when you’re trying to cook dinner, following a recipe, and he keeps stealing the damn ingredients. you turn around for two seconds and your onion is gone.
you turn back and your garlic has vanished. "satoru," you warn, spinning around to find him leaning against the counter, chewing.
"what?" he asks, mouth full. "i’m hungry."
"i’m trying to make us dinner," you snap, reaching for another onion. he intercepts, his hand wrapping around your wrist.
"or," he says, pulling you closer, "we could order takeout. and i could eat you instead."
you stare at him. "that was terrible." he grins.
"and yet, you’re smiling again."
but the worst part is when he gets you into bed, because that’s when his particular brand of cruelty really shines.
he’s got you on your back, your wrists pinned above your head with one hand, and he’s been teasing you for what feels like hours. his fingers are inside you, two of them, curling against that spot that makes your vision blur. you’re close—so close—and he knows it. he always knows.
"t-toru, please," you beg, your voice cracking. "i need—i need to cum—"
"yeah?" he murmurs, his thumb brushing your clit in the lightest, most maddening touch. "you need it? is my pretty girl all worked up?"
you nod frantically, your hips rolling, trying to chase the sensation. he pulls his hand away entirely. you sob. "no, n-no, please—"
"aw, baby," he coos, his voice dripping with false sympathy. "you're so pathetic. it’s cute." he brings his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean while you watch, helpless. "you taste good when you’re begging."
he starts again, his fingers sliding back inside you, his pace agonizingly slow. you’re panting, your thighs shaking, your mind going fuzzy at the edges. "toru! i can’t—i can’t take it—"
"yes, you can," he says, his voice calm, almost gentle. "you'll take whatever i give you. you wanna be good, don't you?" he curls his fingers, pressing hard, and you nearly scream. "that’s it. feel that? that’s mine. your pleasure is mine. i decide when you get it."
you’re crying now, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes, your body trembling. he leans down, his lips brushing your ear. "you’re so pretty when you’re dumb like this. can’t even think, can you? just a pretty little toy for me." he adds a third finger, stretching you open, and you wail. "that’s okay, baby. you don’t need to think. i’ll do it for you. all you have to do is take it. you can do that, can't you?"
he brings you to the edge again, and again, and again. each time, he pulls back just before you can fall. your mind is gone, your body is on fire, and all you can do is sob his name like it’s the only word you know.
"satoru, p-please!!" you whimper, your voice hoarse. "i’ll do anything. please lemme cum, i-it hurts!"
he smiles, that sharp, wicked smile that means he’s nowhere near done with you. "it hurts?" he asks, his fingers still moving, still torturing you. you nod desperately. "poor baby," he mocks. "we can't have my sweetheart in pain, now can we?"
he presses his thumb to your clit and curls his fingers one last time, and you shatter. your orgasm crashes over you so hard you can’t breathe, your vision going white, your body convulsing. he doesn’t stop. he keeps his fingers moving, dragging it out, forcing you through it until you’re shaking and sobbing and begging him to stop.
"too muchh!!" you gasp. "s'toruu! it’s too much—"
"shh, hush now," he says, his voice low and dark. "you can take it, you're doing so well."
he shifts, his cock replacing his fingers, and you barely have time to process before he’s pushing inside you, filling you completely. you’re so sensitive, so overstimulated, that the stretch is almost painful. you cry out, your hands fisting the sheets.
"thaaat’s it," he groans, his hips snapping forward. "take my cock. take it like the good girl you are. you’re so—shit— so fucking tight after you cum, baby. feels so good." he fucks you hard, his pace relentless, his hand sliding between you to rub your clit again. "you still with me?"
you’re babbling now, your words slurring together, your mind completely gone. "satoru—fuck—i can’t—i can’t!!—"
you cum again, your walls clamping down on him so hard he groans, his rhythm faltering. he fucks you through it, his hand still working your clit, and you’re sobbing, your body shaking, your mind nothing but static and pleasure and him.
"that’s it," he praises, his voice rough. "good girl. such a good girl for me. look at you, so stupid. can’t even speak, can you?"
he cums with a groan, his hips stuttering, his cock pulsing inside you. you feel the heat of it, the way he fills you, and it sends you over the edge one more time, your third orgasm ripping through you like lightning. you’re crying, your body trembling, your mind completely blank.
he collapses on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress, his breath hot against your neck. for a long moment, neither of you moves. then he rolls off you, pulling you into his arms, his hand stroking your hair.
"you okay?" he asks, his voice soft now, gentle. you nod, your face buried in his chest.
"you’re mean," you mumble.
he laughs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "yeah. but you love me."
you don’t answer. you just press closer, your body still humming, your mind still fuzzy. and yeah. you do.
frat!gojo, who swears he’s not possessive over you—you guys are friends, the kind of people who can joke about terrible dates and worse hookups, taking bike rides to the beach in the dead of night, laying in the sand and staring at the stars, the kind of people who know each other inside out, close enough to test the boundaries of what’s platonic but never enough for it to be romantic.
frat!gojo, who hates how nervous he gets around you—he’s good with women, with sorority girls throwing themselves in his direction all the time, but you’re just different. you’re soft, you’re sweet and when you look at him he can feel his words die down in his throat, blood rushing to his head when you smile at him, it’s damn near pathetic.
frat!gojo, who always butts into conversations you have with other people, trying his hardest not to punch suguru through a wall while he whispers into your ears, making you laugh the way only gojo is allowed to :c.
frat!gojo, who always waits outside your classes until they’re done, following you around like a lost puppy, hogging all your attention all day—well, he’s a lot more interesting than the rest of your friends anyway, can you blame him?
frat!gojo, who’s always begging you to go to his frat parties—you know that it’s just his excuse to wanting to see you all dolled up and on his arm, but a part of you also wants to make him suffer every single time you set foot into one of his parties.
frat!gojo, who’s has the wind knocked out of his lungs the second you make your way through the door, your dress shimmering in the shitty lights, your jewellery shining through while you awkwardly wave at him from the entrance.
frat!gojo, who’s at your side instantly, pulling you closer to him by your waist, bringing his glass of vodka to your lips while you tilt your head back, swallowing while staring right at his pretty blue eyes. and gojo nearly has his heart beat out of his chest—the way you were looking at him really wasn’t fair, your eyes all wide and trusting it just wasn’t good for his heart.
frat!gojo, who swears he doesn’t do relationships—he doesn’t know what it means to be a good boyfriend, but when he looks at you, he knows that he can try.
frat!gojo, who slowly has his chaotic facade crumble before you—he’s softer around you, more genuine, it’s like his fratboy persona switches off the second he has you in his vicinity it’s almost comical.
frat!gojo, who holds himself back when he sees people asking you out. he knows it isn’t fair to be all jealous over you, you aren’t even his, but a part of him knows that if he doesn’t get his act together, someone will swoop in and take his place.
frat!gojo, who’s petrified of losing you—and the only way he knows how to show it is to be insufferable, constantly annoying you, making sure he’s part of your daily life so you don’t forget about him.
frat!gojo, who’s so down bad his frat brothers almost feel sorry for him, watching him eye you from the distance, just hoping someday, he’ll have to courage to get closer to you.
:3 he’s so laaaame
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