𝒱𝑒𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓉 𝒞𝒶𝓅𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒

❦𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐄❦

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

Where devotion is mistaken for love, and every story leaves fingerprints on the soul.

❦ About the Author ❦

𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝑽𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒕 𝑪𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆.

𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡.

𝐸𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑒𝑠𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑠, 𝑝𝑠𝑦𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑟, 𝑦𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑦.

𝑀𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒.

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒.

🪽 𝑆𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝐶𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑔𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠

✧ 𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑠

✧ 𝑆𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠

✧ 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

✧ 𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠

✧ 𝑆𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑠

✧ 𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒

✧ 𝑃𝑠𝑦𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝐻𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑟

✧ 𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒

✧ 𝐴𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡

✧ 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓

✧ 𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒

𝑹𝑬𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑺

𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒔:

♡ 𝑂𝑝𝑒𝑛

♥︎ 𝐶𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑

𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕. 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆.

•✠──────✧☩✦☩✧──────✠••✠──────✧☩✦

❦ 𝑹𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔 ❦

𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑓𝑢𝑙.

𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑠𝑚 𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑑.

𝑅𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒.

𝐸𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦.

Gojo knelt naked on the hardwood floor in front of you, knees spread wide, his long pale legs trembling under the weight of his own need. His cock stood flushed and leaking, the small vibrator taped firmly under the swollen head, its low buzz filling the quiet room. His blindfold had slipped down around his neck, leaving those bright blue eyes glassy and wet as they stared up at you.

“Please, Y/N,” he whispered, voice already rough. “I need to fuck you. I’ll do anything—just let me inside you.”

You didn’t glance away from your phone. Your thumb kept scrolling while Gojo’s breathing grew heavier. He shuffled forward on his knees, the vibrator pulsing harder for a second, and a broken moan slipped out of him.

“Ah—! Mmmh, Y/N—fuck, I can’t—haaah—please look at me, please say something—”

He leaned in and pressed his lips to your shin, kissing softly before dragging his tongue higher. Both hands came up to cradle your ankle as he nuzzled your foot, open-mouthed kisses landing on the arch, the heel, the sensitive skin just under your toes.

“God, your legs,” he babbled between licks. “So soft, so perfect—mmph—let me worship every inch. I’ll suck your toes if you want, just—ahh!—just notice me.”

The vibrator kicked up another notch. Gojo’s hips jerked forward, pre-cum dripping in a steady string onto the floor between your feet. He moved higher, lips trembling against your knee, then the inside of your thigh. Hot shaky breaths ghosted over your skin.

“I’m begging,” he sobbed, tears already sliding down his cheeks. “I’m naked on my knees for you, cock throbbing, ruined—please let me put my face between your thighs. I need to taste you, need to bury my tongue inside you until you come on my face.”

You liked another post. Gojo’s moan cracked into a sob.

He pressed his wet cheek to your thigh, nuzzling desperately. “I can’t take it—haaah—your thighs are so warm, I just want to live here with my tongue inside you—please, please, please—”

His hands slid up to grip the backs of your calves as he tried to wedge his face higher. The vibrator pulsed again and his hips bucked hard; he cried out your name like a prayer, voice breaking on every syllable.

“Y/N—! Oh god, Y/N, I’m gonna—mmph!—I’m gonna come if you don’t stop it, please, I’ll edge for hours, I’ll stay denied forever if you just let me lick you once—”

You still didn’t look up. Gojo’s shoulders shook with quiet sobs, but he kept kissing, kept licking, kept trying to push his face between your thighs. His tongue dragged along the soft skin just below where your shorts ended, and he moaned so loudly it echoed off the walls.

The vibrator buzzed harder. Gojo’s cock twitched violently; his balls drew up tight and his thighs started to shake. He was right on the edge, tears streaming down his face, voice hoarse from moaning your name over and over.

“Right there—haaah—gonna cum, gonna cum, please let me, please—!”

Your calm voice cut through the haze. “Stop.”

Gojo froze like you’d slapped him. He ripped his hands away from your legs and planted them on the floor, desperately trying not to touch himself. The vibrator was still buzzing against his cock, driving him insane, and he started humping the empty air in frantic little thrusts—hips snapping forward, cock bobbing uselessly, nothing to rub against but the teasing vibration.

“No—no no no—!” he wailed, voice cracking into high-pitched sobs. “Please, I was so close, I need to cum, please let me cum—mmh!—I’ll be good, I’ll be so good, just—ahh!—just a little more friction, please—!”

He kept thrusting into nothing, tears dripping onto the floor, the vibrator merciless against his swollen cockhead. Every desperate, empty hump made his balls swing and his voice break on another moan of your name.

“Y/N—! Please, I’m begging, I’m humping air like a pathetic slut, I’ll do anything, just let me finish—haaah—please, I’m ruining myself for you, I’m crying, I’m naked, I’m yours—!”