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18+, non penetrative sex, dick piercings, mutual jealousy, standing up rubbing, risky sex, cum shots, roommate!shoko, college au, drunken sex, reader dances with a stranger, porn w/ plot, crack

emo geto suguru x f!reader ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

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You were so pissed at Geto that day.

Standing you up as you took the time to get ready, straightening your hair—perfecting your look with the best outfit you had that week. Your heels burning holes in your feet as you stood for an hour with your posture perfect, waiting, watching the sun go down as the movie you were supposed to watch had already ended. Face slowly losing hope with your shoulders slack as the crowd from the movie went through the doors with chatty conversations and criticisms.

You were supposed to judge it the whole time. He was supposed to silently smile and sip on his cherry icee, listening to your synchronous scoffs and brutal sips of the blueberry icee that he was supposed to wait outside of the bathroom for you after the movie was over.

And maybe come out with purple tongues at the end. It mattered if you were in the mood.

The car ride home went awfully silent, each stop light made you wonder what took him so long—if he just lost track of time or if he got bored of you. The red hue of the light saturated like if it asked you to decide already. Your grip tightened, leather squeaking under the pressure as your nails dug in them with straight elbows.

If that really were the case, he could have just texted you that something came up, even if it was a shitty thing to do. What was shittier is leaving you out alone.

You parked the car roughly hitting the gas, the click of the car as the light glimmered in the somber night as you ripped off your heels from your feet and held them in your hands along with your purse. The car door slammed along with your patience, sighing as the harsh sidewalk skinned your feet as you walked tip-toed.

Keys jingled as you tried to find the right one, turning it to the right with a creak as you tossed everything in your hands off to the side as Shoko slept on the couch with the TV still on. You shut it off, shaking your head and putting it back on the glass table as she twitched at the lack of noise—slowly opening her eyes as she observed your annoyance.

Shoko croaked, “..Didn’t Geto already take you out? Why are you so annoyed..” She smacked her lips as she propped her pillow.

You stopped as you put your socks on, “He stood me up.”

“Aww.. When you gonna let him go?..” Her eyes laid low as she yawned and  intertwined her hands to her stomach, shuffling her body and making herself comfortable.

“I don’t know.. Maybe you’re right.” You drank a glass of water, exhaling softly—“Don’t get me wrong. He’s nice to fuck with, but he’s also good to talk to. I might just lay off for a little.. What do you think?”

 You examined the glass and turned your head to Shoko as she laid fast asleep—snoring lightly.

“Ugh.” Your eyebrows creased as you slumped to your bed, hiding under the covers and shivering with the window left open.

You tried to fall asleep. His face invaded your head as each sweet smile he chemically inserted into your brain to release dopamine just made you feel like you had a deep pit inside your heart. Dread lacing itself and sleeping right next to you comfortably instead of the man you were hoping to see today.

You just wish you could do something to take your mind off of it, but you seriously couldn’t.

Sleeping with his best friend? Maybe.

His dick piercing dragging its cold bulb up inside you as he pinched at your boobs? God, I hope.

You tossed yourself to every side of the bed like it could just roll away your problems as you squirmed at every worst possibility that your brain tortured you with.

Especially the ones you couldn’t have.

You whimpered as you covered your mouth in the sheets, “Am I really that big of a slut?”

Covering your mouth, sweating out, “Expecting him to go down on me..”

—----

“[Name]?” Shoko rolled you over as you stayed fast asleep, flopping at her touch with your eyes closed and face fast asleep.

“Cmon.. Wake up.. I got something that’ll cheer ya’ up..” She shook you awake as you blinked back the morning light, rubbing your eyes. Smoke lingering in the air next to you as Shoko took a drag and blew a puff in the air, cigarette between two fingers so naturally.

You sat up as you began to remember, curling in your own sea of depression, “I think I just wanna be alone. Cry a little.”

Shoko held your shoulder as she held a pitying smile, “Please, [Name]. Y’know I can’t get as much play when I’m alone.”

“Make him jealous. Go dance on another dude and watch his face curl in anger across the room. Do anything to take your mind off of things.”

“You just want me there for support.. You don’t want me for nothing..” You whined, still balled up, “His best friend is hot. That’s it.”

“That’s the spirit.. Be ready by 9. I know for a fact he’s gonna be there because it’s his ‘hot’ best friend’s birthday. And I’m deeply connected with them.” Shoko smirked as she pointed to herself and went out of the room halfways, still paying attention to you.

You let an eye peep with a sharp glare, her smile wearing off—“Go tell him why he left me in the dust. I’ll just.. Do whatever.”

The door shut as you looked up to make sure she wasn’t there, letting out another exhausted exhale—flopping on the bed sprawled out as you stared at the ceiling, afraid to step up, afraid to go to that party.

Your stomach grumbled with intent to tell you to do something about it. You tossed again, curling at the noise.

The noise grew louder and hungrier.

You groaned again.

—---

You stared back at yourself in the mirror.

Weary, even with the clothes you liked best and freshly straightened hair that still stung hot if you touched it directly with your fingers.

Fresh white, slim fit zip up hoodie with a fur collar clung to you. Black, ruffly skirt with manicured nails. The same ones digging themselves in your purse as you stood uncomfortably in your own skin.

It’s not like you hated it, you just hated going anywhere with so many doubts preventing you from actually doing anything.

Shoko walked in the shared bathroom as she got ready herself, staring at how crude you stared at yourself—even in what you wore in such confidence.

“Don’t worry. That’s what the alcohol’s for.” She patted your back as you broke your weird stare with yourself in the mirror, shoulders loosening.

“Alright..” You sighed heavily, shaking off your worries and walking to the kitchen as Shoko stared at herself in concentration—lips parted curling her lashes.

The car ride blasted with Shoko’s music taste, your eyes lost in their own thoughts as she hummed, skirting in the empty road for fun and rumbling you out of your seat even in your seatbelt. She turned it up even louder, vibrations buzzing in your ear, no amount of music taste could be this good to be this loud.

“I should’ve just drove!” You tried to yell over the music, her ears deaf as she continued to plaster a grin over herself as the GPS got closer to the destination—cars lining up through streets and people either walking out or talking outside.

“Or home..”

She skirted the car, making you bang your head on the side as people aside stared at the awful driving, and blasting music that made your head spin—not just the rocking car.

Your head snapped at her in anger, “Jesus, what are you, trying to kill me?!”

Shoko screamed, tone deaf over the music, “Trying to get you to shut up! Stop crying!”

She slid the car perfectly to park, as if she was driving horribly just to make you forget about Geto. The car cranked to a stop as you held on for dear life and left catching up on your own breath. Feet on the dashboard, one hand on the window, the other fused to the leather next to you.

“You’re gonna make me look terrible before I even walk in, great.” You let out one big breath, letting go and flipping down the sun visor and the mini mirror inside of it. Fixing your face and your hair as Shoko rolled down the window to smoke.

Her left hand hanging out the window, each blow of smoke calming her down as a warm smile lingered—dopey and excited. Ashy, warm air holding itself in the air, then dissipating.

She hummed in content, opening the driver’s seat door and putting out the cigarette butt, grinding it with her heel, “Alright, let’s go.”

—---

“Can you stay with me long enough ‘til you find someone to flirt with?”

“I’m not just gonna leave you here to do something dumb.” Shoko chuckled, you slouched over like if you had the whole world on your back as she shook your shoulders, “I’ll be back. What do you want to drink?”

You looked over your shoulder, tense, “Vodka and—”

“Just kidding! I always know what you want.”

Shoko gave a thumbs up, sliding through the crowd and disappearing. Your head snapped at the person yelling, their feet on the table as they stood over the cheap plastic and waved to everyone at the party.

You knew exactly who it was, and the person that crossed their arms right beside him.

“To the best party on planet fucking earth!” Gojo slurred, clearly intoxicated as his best friend made sure he could stand clearly. Tattoos slithering up his arms and up his neck, full-sleeved with a black tank top over—piercings in all places that drove you crazy. His hair, half up half down, long straight hair webbing over him.

And oh.. His painted black nails. You felt like drooling even thinking about the last time you were alone with him. But your anger seeped through that, you couldn’t let such.. Trivial things cloud your vision.

“How could he just.. Act like nothing happened?” A vein popped as Shoko brought you your drink, smile instantly fading as she watched who you were glaring and burning holes into.

“I told you to stop thinking about him!” She smacked you over the head as you turned and whined an ‘oww’, rubbing the back of your head with a fake tear.

“Stop it!” You begged.

“How many times I gotta tell you?! Leave him!” She bundled her hands into fists after she handed you your drink, fuming.

“I’m not even with him.. I don’t know why I’m acting this way..” You answered, pityingly with a sad pout as Shoko tried to maintain contact as you started drinking what was in your cup like it was water.

“Yeah.. Uh.. Yeah..” She pretended to care, eyes dazed as you raised a brow and tried to look around to find what was so much more important than your problems.

You turned around, mouth wide open as you both remained frozen in time. A girl with eyes so nervous and naive holding on to her cup as she tossed her head and laughed like it was the funniest thing on earth. And next to her? Geto, as he just let her bat her lashes and flirt with him so obviously. That same, controlled, serene smile as he observed your face so intently and made you feel so warm.

You crunched your empty red cup, thin unsettling smile dawning on you as Shoko turned back—hoping whatever that was going on in your head wasn’t anything too sinister.

“Oh now you have to do something.” She laughed at your misery.

“I’ll do something worse.” Your teeth grinded as you held on her wrist tight, dragging her across the room back to the drink counter—face composed yet seething with pettiness.

Shoko let a hand out like it would change your dedication, “Hey.. You shouldn’t—”

Three large gulps slid down your throat, head buzzing—sense of self long gone. Your head buzzed along with your face, stunned and just trying to navigate through the crowd.

Your words stumbled into one another, feeling lighter and giggly, “That’s what the alcohol’s for.. Huh?”

Your head leered at Geto, still caught in a net with that girl. Even through the alcohol, your face felt hot at the thought of him with another girl. 

It was unthinkable.

You looked for the tallest guy possible that was alone, blinking with a satisfactory grin when you found the right one. Your voice improved along with your fake kindness, pretending to be nervous as you walked up to him,

“You know how to dance?”

“U-Uh, yeah.” He stammered, surprised at your presence.

You took his hand as you put on a fake face, pretending to be interested in the man you were slowly leaning on—eyeing Geto and waiting for him to notice you. You clasped your hand slowly, cheek smushed on his shirt as you swayed with a glare.

Geto caught a look. Your hair, your physique that made him want to rub his eyes in disbelief. You quickly broke eye contact playing it off as an accident, eyes focusing on the guy in front of you,

“Maybe it’s better if we stay like this.” Your play on him made your cheeks hurt, having him wrapped around your own finger as you closed in on the man—playfully rocking your hips with a chuckle.

Geto’s face slowly cracked with each rub at the other man’s shoulder that came from you—the sudden interest that felt fake and the hand placement that started sliding at your waist that choked at his words. 

And the number one thing?

How handsy you got.

He didn’t deserve that. He doesn’t even know you.

You tugged at his shirt, hinting at him to come closer as your waist rolled into his thigh. His breath hiked with his slow dancing stuttering, barely dancing and just letting you do all the work. With a sly smirk spread across your face, letting the fabric of your panties grind on his leg under your skirt.

Your lip bit, sultry gasps escaping from your throat as you stole another stare—Geto’s smile wiped clean from his face as the girl that stood next to him begged for his response in confusion as she got in his face, waiting to be fed compliments. Your eyes closed in content and pleasure, having zero attraction for the guy you shamelessly grinded on except the stimulation slightly dampening your cotton undergarments.

The man’s breath ghosted in your ear as he leaned in, “Hey.. you wanna go upstairs?”

You looked up at him and pretended to feel flustered, squirming at the ‘possibilities’ as you nodded shyly and took his hand. Walking right beside him in that short, black skirt, white fur collar facing Geto. His feathers ruffled, not being able to hear a word of the conversation you had—but knew exactly what was going to happen on the looks of your expression and the nearing to Gojo’s second floor.

Geto checked upon Gojo’s sorry-looking alcoholic state, and the girl nagging and tugging at his arm for an answer with an irritated tone.

“Are you looking at that girl? Can you just answer me?.. We were having a good time until you killed it by ogling her! Don’t tell me she’s an ex of yours!” She whined as Geto glanced at her, bound by his responsibility but caught in your shenanigans.

“No.. She’s worse.” He snatched back his own hand as the girl backed off yet yearned for it back with a ‘Wait!’.

Geto’s head circled as he swam through the crowd, blinding lights that flashed colors that made him nauseous—beats and vibrations that shook the whole house and the sticky floor caked to the brim with spilt drinks and dancing feet.

“Fuck.. Satoru, turn down the fucking flashing lights for once.” His ears rang as his eyes adjusted, corner-view still blinded and barely regaining eyesight as he recognized you.

That fucking needle-poke tattoo on your leg you showed him once as a cool fun fact.

Geto caught your wrist as you tried to snap back—resistance holding as you were stuck in the middle of the stairs, the guy in front of you annoyed and thinking Geto was just another person obsessed with you.

You tugged for your wrist back as he held so hard it made your fingers spread out, 

“Stop it!”

“It must be nice to be able to wrap anyone around your finger like that.”

“Dude, just leave her alone, she doesn’t want you.” He swatted Geto’s hand away, hands tight.

Geto’s brows fixed together, staring at you before regaining his mood and smiling—yet his smile didn’t reach his eyes.

“You don’t? Ah.. Of course. You don’t want me, you need me. That’s why you’re hooking up with this..” His control tightens as he stares at the man you hooked up with, holding back his insults and loading them with sweet lies.

“Asshole, the only thing going good for him is height.”

“The fuck? Stop cockblocking—”

Your eyes narrowed, letting out all your thoughts unfiltered with a shout, “Only because you wanted to leave me all alone at the movies, and talk to that..”

“Bitch!”

Geto paused, eyes let loose, then smiling pleasantly—like if he was fed by your jealousy, knowing he was right.

Your body stuttered at his finger tucking your loose hairs behind your ear, whispering a dirty secret, “Just to let you know,”

“I never cared for girls like her.”

Your eyes glimmered with a sense of hope, smiling in relief and awe—

“Get the fuck out of the way.” The guy you toyed with, ruining your moment and parting you two like the seas and stomping angrily down the stairs.

“Fuck everyone.” You breathed, inches away from his lips.

Your hands went to his shoulders as the world stopped just for you, jaw turning as the kiss deepened. Breath colliding hot, music muffling as you sat in the steps with him, passionate and craving more.

His lips were so soft, and made your stomach tingle in ways no guy could ever manage like him. Parting away meant death, but to inhale death for only a second to continue to indulge in each other's cores was worth the risk. This was urgent. More than supporting your friend, or a friend deep in alcohol.

Speaking of alcohol..

Trace amounts of liquor seeped in your mouth, tasting traces of whiskey on his palate as you whined in his mouth. You could barely feel, alcohol hitting worse than ever as you slowly opened your begging eyes as you let go from his taste and clamped your hand on his shoulder—barely keeping yourself up.

“Fuck, Geto..”

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Your panties spread to your thighs, pinned with your back faced to the disgusting bathroom door—heels clicking together as you stood up locked in place by him. His dick rutted back and forth at your clit, sandwiched between your cunt as you flexed your thighs, Geto delivering a bite to the neck as you hissed.

Hands hung at his neck as he dug crescents at your thighs, pretty skirt flipped up at the front with your panties hovered, catching all fluids that leaked out of you as his shaft rocked with a sheet of your arousal on it—him silently begging you to put it in.

“Stop fucking other girls.” You threatened.

“Stop fucking other guys.” Geto pumped himself harder into you, his muffled voice sending vibrations up you as he sent shivering breaths at your neck.

Your clit being recklessly bullied by the veins of his cock, broken moans coming out of you as you took his rough grinding—loving every second of it. Your brows tightened, eyes rolling back with your head with your mouth open, blissful.

The door knocked.

It knocked louder.

But even then, Geto didn’t think twice to stop.

“Who’s in there? You’re taking too damn long, it’s been 10 minutes!” Shoko’s voice shouted through the floor as your feet stuttered at the bathroom floor, begging Geto to stop before answering,

“I–Yeah I’m in here, Shoko!” You whined slightly, eating your own words as they backed up in your own mouth.

She held her legs together, sighing in irritation as she banged at the door again, “Hurry up, [Name], I need to pee!”

You bit your lip, the door flickering around at each thrust with your eyes shut. His canines closed in on your neck as your arms crossed on top of his, swallowing your noises down your throat—bathroom so hot it stuck to your skin.

“Is the window open? Why the fuck is the door acting like that?” Shoko yelled past her own eardrums a second time.

“Uh huh.. Now stop fucking knocking!—” You almost cried out, his eyes meeting you as Geto remains in eye contact with you—smoky eyeliner and pressing himself against you, slow and rough.

“No matter how much you beg.. You’re not putting it in.” Your grin, cocky.

Geto’s tongue found yours as he continued to bury his dick in you with slapping thrusts, dick piercing sometimes making contact with your clit if he decided to tease you with it—grinding the cold metal ball on your clit or directly at your entrance like he was suggesting what you were missing out on.

“[Name]..” Geto’s waist continued to pound itself in you, sliding his tongue up your neck with those puppy eyes. You rolled your eyes as he tried his best to restrain himself. Geto’s dick pulsed and twitched, pleading for what belonged to him.

“Nope.”

“Fiine..” His voice strained, trying to bury his uneven groans in your collarbone—long hair only visible as your legs buckled at his weight, weak and barely being held up by his pinning weight.

It was suffocating, like he left no room for you to breathe, indulging in his own perverted tendencies as his brain was preoccupied with how tantalizing your fluids were, making him fold every single time.

“Just know, the louder you become, the rougher I get. Don’t even think about fucking another guy.” Geto held your chin up, his dick gliding so deliberately steady you wanted to beg him to go faster, eyes demanding and envious.

His grinds, ferocious in your soaked secretion—rolling his hips in his own high as you glanced at the ceiling, breathy moans slipping out as he consequently dragged his dick at a brutal pace. Your cheeks burned, whining as more sappy fluids caught at your panties—heels doing you no favor as your legs went practically numb, the same with your inner thighs.

You couldn’t tell if that warm buzzing in your head was the after-effects of his unrelenting tempo, or the alcohol bursting in you. It didn’t matter what happened outside this bathroom, all that matters is your wish for him to leave your panties all ruined.

Sweat ran through you as skin slapped together, tainting the ears of any poor soul that wanted to use the bathroom at the time. It felt so electrifying letting him devour you and test him at the same time, euphoric thrills catching the wave as your hand gripped at his hair and reeled him in—chest fluttering as his tongue piercing clinked at your teeth ever so slightly.

Soft heat settled in his face as he invested in greed, carelessness rising in him as his pacing became lazy and desperate, stiff cock avidly stroking itself so filthy and forceful as his tongue swirled in yours like a meal he couldn’t finish.

Geto’s groans were guttural as his body failed to maintain any other action than finishing, covetous hands read you like braille as a hand stuck inside your shirt at your side—taking in your succulent breaths as his as your whines muffled in his mouth, barely keeping up with his longful, gluttonous palette.

His harsh grinds became acute and slow—his last one leaving his tip twitching at the entrance of your cunt, both of you holding your breath not wanting to let go of the kiss.

Your thighs quivered and twisted together, pussy squeezing and yearning at nothing as his balls pumped hot loads of seed at your folds and barely at your entrance with heavy sighs. All of it dripping down your panties in its already soaked state—aftershock fucking you up as you let go of his tongue, on his dick and rolling your thighs slightly, almost passing out. Exhausted, eyes watery as your cunt twitched, clit red and puffy.

Geto slid in for one last kiss, holding you by the cheek with your ruined panties still halfway down as your tongue became so naturally attracted to his, the same lips you recognize every single time.

 He let go, pulling his pants up and fixing his belt—hiking your panties back up with a finger and fixing your hair and face, a courteous, small smile reassuring you as you felt your head spin in circles.

Your expression poker-faced yet appealing, as you stared at him fix you up so gently—patting your skirt down, the only thing he left out in the open was..

The marks and bites that peppered all over your body.

He pecked a kiss at your forehead, watching the light return to your eyes.

“I wish I could be there to watch my own seed drip down your thighs.”

—------

You sat in the passenger seat, dizzy and limp as Shoko drove with a frustrated expression,

“Fucked you silly, huh?” The car blinker clicked in the background.

Your eyebrows lowered, “..What kind of person goes to the bathroom at a party to piss?”

“ME! I DO!” Her hand stamped at her chest as you just laid there like someone gave you horse tranquilizers—impaired by how much you drank and how you could barely feel from the waist down. Cum still slick and wet, oozing out of your folds as he left his own mark on you.

“Next time, you’re gonna be the one taking care of me. It was totally boring without you.”

“Except the part where Gojo broke the table in half somehow, but that idiot always bounces back.” Shoko laughed warmly, a cigarette still pressed on the side of her mouth.

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18+ , fingering , squirting , cunnilingus , bloodplay , obsessive love , pussydrunk (and drunk on blood i guess) , knifeplay , service dom geto , he's pathetic and guilty .. wc : 1.3k

vampire!geto suguru x f!reader

you laid so still, still enough you were like a lamb waiting to be killed. soft, bleat eyes, yet you felt it all—the chilling sharp side of the knife sending shivers that coursed through waves and felt like needles.

like he was looking for which way to cut, which place that would spill the most blood to feed him, as if you were just the finest meat that marbled so beautifully like a gem.

geto licked his lips, power and pleasure his slave. he hovered over you knife still in hand, your almost naked body barely covered by your white set that frilled at the ends—white socks slipped on by you.

prettily stained by the edges and the strap of your bra, or a splatter of blood that spanned through the middle of the cup of your bra.

blood seeped in his teeth, each tooth that made a stop had blood around the edges—mouth, smeared in dry crimson, geto couldn’t get enough of it.

your blood was like no other that he fed on, it tasted like the unconditional love of a mother, an angel’s cut on a hand that even then, was but a pinch of what he thought it was.

he licked your wounds so carefully, making sure to hold your hand soft and gentle as blood resurfaced and then washed away by his flat tongue. cherishing it, not worthy of your willingness to comply, your affection, and what made him feel alive.

it was like geto had opened a third eye, the pores on his skin opening and retaining all information from you. energy surged through his veins the more he licked away at your beautiful cherry red cuts, his tongue swiping off on his bloody fangs.

geto didn’t deserve it, this happiness, how greedy he got.

but once he got a taste, he couldn’t stop, stop creating new bite marks when you sleep or make a fresh new cut on your thigh and apologize every single time when he felt guilty.

you can’t leave him, he just needs you so bad, it’s a craving, a need that he knew was so selfish of him to do.

his voice cracked, “‘m sorry, [name]—” geto stared at you directly in the eye, your face paler than before as you felt so sore from the places he slit so welcomingly.

“i promise.. i’ll do whatever makes you feel good.” he slurred, drunk off the cocktail that was the insides that kept you warm. he could barely keep an eye on your face, constantly going in and out—barely keeping his hold on the handle of the knife as he fidgeted with it. dazed.

geto never acted like this, outside of drinking you soulless. his feelings, orchestrated and composed like a song that had crossed out lyrics. you were always the more irrational one in your relationship, that was until curiosity got the better of him—he just couldn’t help but get a taste.

your voice low and sucked out, “make me feel good..” thighs brushing against each other, red still dripping down your body.

he smiled, warm grin blushing his already red cheeks as he propped you up, his finger wedged between your thighs—breaking them apart and licking whatever cuts that were near.

geto hadn’t even touched you yet, but his languid tastes made you go crazy. you squirmed as he held you apart and teased what gave him nourishment. you could feel your arousal spilling out of you and soaking the light layers that barely kept your cunt exposed.

your hand gripped the right side of his hair for support, his eyes vacant as his brain was only occupied with keeping you happy. it’s like he went completely dumb on his own carnal desires and your pretty cunt.

the tips of his fingers worked themselves on your clothed pussy, at the mid of your clit—earning a soft huff as the fabric moved so easily with your slick.

“more.” you quietly demanded, fingers curling in his hair as he looked up—mouth curved into that same stupid smile as geto used the thigh gap in your panties to pull it off to the side.

it felt so weird in the cold air.

easy stripes relaxed over you, from your tiny hole to barely touching your clit. you winced, lip twitching as your eyebrows knit together—in pain and in need of harsh touch. humid breath tickled your sensitive folds, as he ate like he had all the time in the world.

your soaking heat—extracted and lapped up in an instant from his unwavering tongue.

picking up a faster tempo and toning it down in an instant, brutal flicks and slurps coming out of his mouth, and by just a second—barely grazing your clit and running laps around it.

you sobbed, grinding in him helplessly as his unshakable grip made your thigh spill out of his hands, thumb pressed on the edge of his forehead as your legs numbed.

geto went back for more, getting a small taste of the rest of your leaking body as his tongue reached out for your blood—wanting to sink his fangs into you so badly, the tips of it barely peeking through with each mindless huff.

he couldn’t decide what was better, your blood, or the juices that squirted out so succulent and sweet for him.

“right there!—” you cried, head held down as your legs stiffened and dug him further with your unknowingly heavy grip on his hair.

“your s’good, suguuu..” blood dripped down your chest, cuts at your thigh pooling down your stomach—stray pearls sliding down your inner thighs and being licked up in a second.

it stung so hard, you couldn’t decide which pulsed harder in intensity—your clit, or the settling pain ruining your once perfect matching set of undergarments.

your vision; foggy and blurry as your hand let go on accident, body twitching on reflex as your hand hovered then slid right down.

geto groaned in your muffling cunt, eyes entranced in your sappy fluids as his bottom lip moved and brushed your folds—eagerly focusing on your sensitive areas.

broken moans came out of your mouth like a cry, spewing out choppy curses and runoff sentences, “f-fuck, suguruu—need ‘t cummm..”

his condescending tone still stuck on his tongue, even after all his pathetic guilty confessions,

geto smirks, “really?” his fingers stuff you full, choking at your own thoughts as they curl once they reach the knuckle—just the way you like it.

your pussy pulses, so tight it made it hard to stretch you out. you cover your mouth, eyes screwed with overwhelming pleasure—so hard it could make you scream.

erratic fingers prodded at your velvet walls, driving themselves acute and leaving you stunned; the smile on geto’s face never wiped, just swept back again as soon as he had a second without his mouth full.

your eyes roll back, back arching up like a shudder as he bit lightly into your inner thigh—pearls of blood emerging as he cleaned it all off.

clear fluid squirted on geto’s cheek, still pressed between your thighs as he tasted two of his favorite things in the world; blood still remained on his tongue as your release sprayed unrelentingly.

his fingers, layered with your fluids as he gulps—lustful eyes never losing their touch as blood dripped down the corner of his lip. geto pulls his fingers away, watching you clench over nothing; ruined pussy not caught up and still chasing its own high as it delays.

so used to being filled with something your cunt even forgot what it was like without geto’s fingers wrapped inside it.

the knife, long gone as geto cuddled up to you, licking you clean with desperate eyes—raging erection that tugged and caused tension in his pants, pleasure pouring into him as his clothed tip nudged at you.

“again.”

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pairings. gojo satoru x f!reader

summary. gojo’s been annoying lately, so clingy without a right reason. annoying during studies, and blowing up your phone for stupid shit.

tags. NSFW/MDNI, oral f!receiving, standing up pussy-eating, hair tugging, head pushing, grinding, suffocation, college AU, cunnilingus, overstimulation, subby gojo

A/N. hope u enjoy!!

word count. 1.1k

Go away, Go away, Go away. .

You told yourself, flipping through the pages of the worn out second-hand textbook you borrowed—trying to tune up the music in your headphones in hopes of fucking up your hearing. Maybe then you wouldn’t have to listen to him.

“[Name]~!” Gojo shouted your name in a sing-songy tune, banging a fist to the door louder than the volume of your headphones can take.

Your fists clenched, getting out of your seat so aggressively the chair almost tipped over. Stomping towards the door and opening it, a look so annoyed you couldn’t even emphasize the hate you felt for him.

“What’cha doing?” His body curved against the doorframe, hands drumming—looking back at your desk as your body shifted to block his view.

“Not right now. I’m not your study buddy, go find someone else.”

Gojo pouted, “But I’m so stuck on this one question, I bet you’d know, [Name].”

Your eye twitched, you knew he was way smarter than you. He doesn't need help for anything, he just wants to annoy you. And he knew that.

You busted your ass trying to learn the lectures—even with your shitty teacher that talked like a mouse. Exams would bite even harder, energy drinks fueled your blood and you were closer to being a broke ass than anything.

You put a hand through him, trying to keep up with him—“I.. Wouldn’t—” He tossed you out of the way and looked around the room with his hands in his pockets, turning to the side in awe like if your room was an exhibit.

He looked back at you, “So this is really your room? Kind of sad.”

You couldn’t possibly roll your eyes harder than you did right now, “Yeah, well I don’t exactly let people in other than my roommate. She’s probably sucking her boyfriend’s dick by now.”

Gojo shrugged, “What about you? Got a boyfriend?”

Your eyes squinted at the suggestion, “What are you, hitting on me?”

He inched closer to you, too close for comfort you could smell the faint traces of citrus and cedarwood wafting from him, “Maybe.”

You avoided his gaze, scoffing a remark under your breath as you ripped him away from yourself—“Great, so you can add me to your roster.”

“Yeah..”—Gojo’s hand reached out and tucked in a loose hair from your face,—“I won’t bother you, promise.”

You bit your lip, staring back at him at the edge of your bed as his lips seemed to gravitate towards you. Hesitation stretched long, small pecks circled as you breathed in his presence as you tried to hush yourself. Clinging on to his collar as his jacket slipped off to the floor—deepening the kiss as your stomach churned, his hand on the back of your neck.

Goosebumps pricking your skin every time he stopped for a breath, his eyes locked onto you before diving back in with only a breath left to spare. Gojo would rather suffocate than be apart from you a second longer than it should’ve.

What should have been a small kiss turned into making out. His tongue slid in as he tried for something more, breathless and uneasy as you shared each other's breaths like if oxygen didn’t exist.

Only comfortable with the sensation of lips and the brush of his jaw. Your fingers curled with a turn of the head, letting out a slight noise in the back of your throat as he held you up.

And for a moment, you believed him, even if it was for a little bit.

Maybe this won’t be so bad.

You pulled away from him, breathy, fixing your eyes towards him—“You won’t like it after this.”

He snickered, lightly teasing you, “Really? I won’t?”

.

.

.

Gojo’s tongue lapped at your clit on his knees, head snapped up and savoring your arousal like if he hadn’t eaten in years. Your hand balled up in a fist as you grinded him to the right spot, earning a point each time he made you whine. His glasses fogged up and crooked, as you sucked through your teeth and gasped.

His mind was engulfed in your heat, Gojo’s appetite had yet to be quenched—starved for more as he agonizingly dug for more, eyes lustful and voracious.

Voice muffled and dragged out, “Shiiit.. You’re f-fucking drippin’.” Gojo trembled and begged for mercy, licking a slow stripe up sending shivers and curling your toes.

Your head threw back as you grinded him deeper like a toy, covering your moans with your moans—“R-Right there!” Suffocating him in your pussy as he groaned, his breath fanned as he became desperate for air.

Tongue fluttering between your folds in the spots he knew were most sensitive, his hands holding on your legs to brace—euphoric as drool trickled down his chin.

Yet he doesn’t pull away, he stays and complies right where he is. Doesn’t matter if he’s half-dead, Gojo’s right where he wants to be.

You could feel the vibrations of his voice go up your clit, “So.. Pretty–” Although barely heard.

“I-I’ll make ya feel sooo good.. Use me.” Followed by a whine, as you buckled into him—your stomach coiling in ways you thought weren’t possible. Skirt outlined at your feet, controlling his face with a single tug. You can feel his tongue get needier, harder, craving more.

His face was only yours to have, to use.

Pleasure pooled in your abdomen, the constant flicking at the tip of his tongue on your bud made you feel ecstatic. Gojo looked back up at you, your face—shuddering at that look in your eyes that was going over the edge.

“Gonna cum?”—His pace slowed as did his strokes—”Please, I wanna taste ya..” Gojo’s mouth slid back in as he sucked harder on your clit, so good it could’ve made you go numb.

Your thighs tensed up, feeling something coming deep in you—“Fuck, Satoru—” Two fingers curled at your entrance, sliding in your warmth and pumping deep in your walls, making you choke on your breath.

“Want you—m-my face.. Please!”

You stifled your moans, an uneasy urge stirred that made you want to use the bathroom, “I can’t.. Something’s gonna.. Hah-”

Your pussy clenched like a pulse desperately on his fingers as you grinded into his face, choking out moans as he whines—clear fluid squirting on his face as he lapped it all up without hesitation. Orgasm leaving you trembling in waves of pleasure.

 Your clit, overstimulated as he tries to go back for more before you break him away from you, as Gojo gasps for air. Disappointed you pulled him away, he stares back at you with a gulp—licking the side of your thigh with his glasses sprayed with your fluid. Slick all over his lower lip.

Gojo’s cheeks flush, his raging erection twitching in his pants—precum seeping through the fabric. His breath catches with fevered eyes, begging you for more.

I guess you’re not useless after all.

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