Baby You're A Star

Clan head!Gojo

cw. all characters aged up to twenty+, sending nudes to your boyfriend at practice. not proofread.

Sometimes the timing of Rin’s morning practices can be quite bothersome, especially when you’re waking up to his side of the bed already cold and the space between your thighs hotter than ever. It’s to be expected after being pressed up against him all night, but it’s not fair either when he’s not there to do anything about it.

But because in your still half-asleep mind he’s the one to blame for your arousal— you think it’s only fair that he makes up for it, even if it means you have to tease him a bit yourself.

Rin’s already text you by the time you reach for your phone, asking if you’re awake — you’d normally wake up by the time he kissed you goodbye but you must have slept through it today. But his message is perfectly timed, so you decide to take advantage of that as you outstretch your arm holding your phone.

Angling down the camera a bit more before the shutter clicks and you click send without offering much more.

You think the photo will speak for itself.

And it does, Rin’s sipping on his water bottle on a bench at training — staring down at the little text bubble that lets him know your typing. He wonders for a second what’s taking you so long to respond, but before he can ponder on it longer than he needs, your picture pops up and he almost chokes on his next mouthful of water when it does.

You slept in his shirt that night but you’ve hiked it up deliberately higher for this photo, revealing the curves of your body and the bare skin of your thighs as you tangle his sheets between your legs.

It makes Rin’s jaw tighten before he’s quickly typing out a response to you, one that makes you giggle as you imagine him gritting his teeth.

Rin 💙 : What are you trying to do? Anyone could’ve seen this.

He’s probably frowning and giving off that aura that he normally does when he’s mad, though it’s not due to that this time, (Well, not completely anyway).

You know better than anyone that Rin would’ve been just as frustrated as you before he left this morning, given he normally doesn’t have any time in the morning to satiate himself unless you’ve both woken up early for some reason. Today he didn’t, and you know just how obvious his hard cock looks in his practice shorts first hand.

You’re smiling as you respond to him, before following it up with another photo.

Doesn’t matter because they know I’m yours anyway….

Rin almost pops a vein at that, and a hard-on as well.

You know exactly what to say to get him riled up. I’m yours anyway, and your positioning is lewder now— thighs a bit more spread and you’ve deliberately gotten your face in the shot this time.

He’ll tear this whole field apart if it gets him home to you sooner.

You’re giggling at the other side of the phone, rolling around on his luxury mattress as you watch Rin’s chat bubble appear and reappear.

Rin 💙 is typing….

Rin 💙 is typing….

Rin 💙 is typing….

No doubt speechless or too worked up to even think of what to say to you, you’re sure he’ll not be short on words by the time he’s home. But for now, you can only enjoy it… in your own little way as you position the camera one more time.

It’s cold without you…

He’s flushed completely red as he looks at this one. His jaw is clenching tight and his features have pulled into that deep set frown that he wore on the occasion he was particularly pissed. The sort of expression the rest of the team knows to avoid, so they make sure to keep their distance when calling back the team for the next practice game.

He sets down his water when they do, then looks at you again.

Your nipples are peeking through his shirt. He knows it’s not cold in his bedroom because he made sure to leave it warm for you — which means the only explanation is you’ve been playing with your tits over his shirt. In his bed.

Rin almost snaps his phone in half with how quickly he types out a response with that in mind.

Rin 💙 : This game won’t take long. Don’t move until I get home.

CLASSMATE GOJO SERIES!

SYNOPSIS...read the short 4 part series about classmate!gojo and pervy fem!reader all right here

INFO...classmate!gojo x fem!reader, smut smut smut, trading nudes, masturbation, p in v, name calling, and other filth, only a 4 part series

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part 1

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part 3

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pretty little thing

part one || part two || part three || part four

warnings: nsfw || degrading, praise, creampie, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, cunnalings, blow jobs, double penetration, reverse harem

part one: no warnings yet

characters: bonten x female y/n

word count (p1): 1k+

you weren’t necessarily used to the high life. you were used to doing things for yourself and by yourself. growing up wasn’t exactly ideal and you were forced to grow up pretty quickly. as much as your parents had the money, they didn’t know how to be parents.

you did what you needed to do so you could get by so being spoiled and pampered wasn’t something you expected or cared about.

your best friends all had sugar daddies and while it seemed fun, it wasn’t something you were interested in. you didn’t care how much money they got, old men? you took a hard pass

you ended up tagging along to a party with them anyway. they managed to convince you and you had been spending so much time with university and your job, going out could help ease off some of the stress.

“i’m just saying y/n, it wouldn’t hurt to live a little”

you already know what she’s implying so you just roll your eyes and reach for your drink. you had no intentions of getting drunk but you definitely needed something in your system if you were going to deal with them all night.

this club was exclusive so only very rich and wealthy people were regulars. you had heard about the owners of the place through the grapevine at school so you knew a little about them. you had also heard about bonten before so it was no surprise that the older men your friends associated themselves with, had some sort of business tie with them as well.

apart of you knew that it was dangerous. they weren’t exactly known for being friendly businessmen but as long as you stayed close to your friends and away from any vip area filled with strange men, you’d be fine and if push came to shove, you knew how to fight.

“papi says he organised a special evening for us” your friends says and you try not to gag and the nickname she has for her “lover”

“he’s already in the room, it’s upstairs” she continues and you don’t bother asking questions. you genuinely didn’t care about her “papi” who seemed to be very pretentious as you know he was from japan and definitely wasn’t hispanic at all.

you scoff and down the rest of your drink before you follow her and 2 other friends upstairs. they had their own partners who seemed to be there as well so you’d definitely be holding a candle at some point in the evening. maybe getting a little drunk wouldn’t harm anyone.

the room is beautiful. it’s hard to be mad when the interior looks expensive and very classy, which wasn’t what you expected. you were half expecting to find half naked women and men dancing and a form of entertainment..

your friend grins at you.

“pretty, isn’t it?” she asks and you nod

it takes you a moment to notice the other men in the room. it seems like they’re discussing business but they don’t look that much older than you are and well, they were definitely attractive

they all look up at the same time when a pink haired man says something and then they’re looking at you. you try not to feel awkward as you sit on an empty loveseat. the music is still playing even in the private rooms and they seem to have waitresses coming in and out offering more drinks and snacks.

“y/n, are you still good?” your friend asks and you smile

“yes” you say, “comfortable too”

she laughs before going back to shamelessly flirting with her boyfriend. you don’t say anything else and continue enjoying the comfort of the loveseat

“you alone this evening?”

you look up and there’s a very handsome man smiling down at you.

“allow me to introduce myself” he says, reaching out for your hand, “my name is ran, ran haitani”

“f/n .. l/n” you say, returning his sweet smile though you can tell there’s something hidden behind his pretty eyes and it almost has you feeling flushed, but you had a good poker face.

“would you like to join us?” he asks, “i see that your friends are … occupied”

you laugh and allow him to lead you to the other side of the room.

“this is y/n” he tells them, “pretty little thing, isn’t she?”

he introduces you to everyone and you find yourself being able to keep conversation without feeling awkward and you don’t bother putting up a façade the way your friends do around rich, powerful men.

“you came alone?” sanzu asks and you nod

“i find that hard to believe” rindou says, “your boyfriend would be an idiot to let you out on your own”

that has you laughing again. none of them are as subtle as they think they are but you’re also good at playing dumb. years of practice after growing up with pretentious parents.

“no boyfriend” you shrug, “university and work takes up most of my time”

“pretty and smart” mikey grins, though you find that his smiles never really reach his eyes. it’s a little unsettling but he doesn’t make you uncomfortable

“it must be … lonely” kakucho frowns, “being all alone i mean”

“you get used to it” you say, “i like my own space so it’s pretty convenient”

“you don’t have a roommate?” kokonoi asks and you shake your head

“i’m a little bit of a control freak” you admit, “i wouldn’t be able to stay with someone who didn’t do things the way i did”

ran laughs and cocks an eyebrow at that. this time, you try to be more subtle when you squeeze your thighs together.

“maybe you just haven’t found the right person to help you… let go of that control” mikey says, “it must be hard wanting to be in control all the time”

something about the way he says that makes you feel hot. you know what he’s implying by that and the idea of them taking all the control away from you seemed hot.. a little scary but you were adventurous.

before you could say anything, your friend came up to you

“y/n, i told papi that we’re leaving early” she smiles, “you have an early class tomorrow”

you almost forgot about that

“it was lovely to meet you all” y/n says, “thank you for the entertainment”

you miss the way ran looks at sanzu just as you’re leaving.

it definitely wouldn’t be the last time you saw any of them.

𝐍𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐲 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲, 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐅@#𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲!? | suguru getō

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Next time you wanna do something nice for your boyfriend, how about making sure he doesn’t see the package – let alone OPEN it! – before you? Especially if it’s something with bunny ears…!

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Geto x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern au! you and Geto are college sweethearts - implied that you and Geto are early 20s - lingerie + bunny outfit - oral (m! receiving) - anal fingering (f! receiving) - use of an anal toy; butt plug - backshots/doggy style + deep impact positions - impact play (spanking) - clitoral play - praise - finger sucking - cervix fucking - unprotected sex (psa: don't be silly; wrap the willy) - pet names (angel, baby, bunny girl, little bunny, good girl, my love, princess, sweet baby, sweetie) - cameos: Utahime, Mei Mei, and Gojo - reader is very shy but is trying their best! - kind of freaky! Geto awakening, lmao - humor - mention of drool/spit and tears - will be proofread l8r.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 9.2k (sigh..)

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: based on this ask!! haven't done a suguru fic in a long while so ehh, why not? && tysm for 8.8k, my loves xoxo

“…”

Oh no.

“…Well,”

I have to be dreaming…

“Needless to say, I brought your package inside, Y/n.”

THERE’S NO WAY!!!

Being an introvert can have its trivial times; you should know that. Looking back on your life, you can’t seem to say you had the drive to stand out, an expertise you regret not putting effort into. You couldn’t do it; you’ve tried but to no avail! Going out of your comfort zone is too scary, shivering or freezing on the spot whenever you’re being spoken to or fumbling with words when trying to make a point. Man, it’s so embarrassing! It sucks — you’re a grown adult, and yet you can barely get through any gathering without anxiety rattling your bones.

Some are good at talking with others or are lucky enough to be naturally blessed with a social spirit. Some people like your boyfriend, for example. 

Yes, you have a boyfriend. 

Suguru Geto, your partner, wasn’t a complete extrovert. Honestly, he’s comfortable keeping to himself if he could choose. After meeting you, he preferred dates when you visit each other’s dormitories and enjoy each other’s company. However, compared to you, his people-pleasing skills outclassed yours unquestionably. Geto knew how to talk, drawing people in with his mellow tone and inviting aura. He was good at mingling and making everyone feel comfortable around him. You were a victim to it, lured in by his charm and soft ambiance.

He was terrific, a role model to you. How he would efficiently put himself out there while you stayed close in his shadow never failed to inspire you. The way he spoke, how he listened intently to others’ concerns, and his maturity seen as a dependable figure to lean on. It’s absurd to think that such a marvelous man fell in love with you and asked to court you.

You and Geto have dated since your junior year of college; what you once thought would be a tiny crush on one of the school’s notorious heartthrobs became your first and longest-running relationship! How did that happen!? You couldn’t tell; one moment, you two were paired up for an end-of-semester project, and he managed to have you relax and talk with him daily. The next thing you know, he’s asking you to live with him in his apartment the second you finish graduation. Now, you two have been a couple for nearly half a decade. It’s unbelievable to think about.

But even with how long you two have been together, there are moments where you feel as though you weren’t doing your part. Being in a relationship is such a hurdle for an awkward person, aka you, such as going stiff whenever old friends of Suguru pop up and greet him or him inviting you along to parties only for you to stay glued to a corner in silence. You felt as though you were…boring? Dull? Deadweight!? The list goes on, and the guilt never tires you out.

And Geto – God bless him – has repeatedly expressed and assured you that you didn’t have to feel as such. His alluring purple eyes and soothing voice vouch that he doesn’t mind standing in as your sponsor and speaking for you, and you are eternally grateful to the stars above for gracing a loving and understanding boyfriend your way. Nonetheless, the stress that churns your stomach doesn’t go away. He’s always been the one to voice for you, attend to you, and look out for you. Hell, even in the bedroom, he’s doing most of the work. Again, he’s never complained nor seems to ever will, but still!

He’s done so much for you, and you want to meet him at least halfway and make him feel appreciated. So, you took matters into your own hands and decided to do something special for your man!

Here was the plan: going out and buying stuff meant talking to people, and talking meant letting strangers know about your business; merely thinking about it had you trembling a storm. So yeah, nope. You went on the Internet and found sites catering to your search. You can’t say you were the type to wear anything risqué, especially in the bedroom. So, you dialed up your two best friends, Mei Mei and Shoko, to help you find stuff that they thought would look nice for you to wear.

Luckily, they came in clutch and found something for a beginner like you! It’s not something you’d wear in public—you’d rather die—but it’s a good start when implementing new things into your lifestyle. You added the item to your cart, purchased it, and waited silently for your package to arrive. To say you were anxious about this new step of adulthood was on the nail, but you beamed with glee once you got the notification that your bundle would be delivered today!

Before then, you decided to nap and wait for the item to be delivered to your apartment door. You woke up to that once you saw the notice on your phone, yawning your way out of the shared bedroom to retrieve it.

However, what you saw as you entered the living room stopped you dead in your tracks, and your eyes widened with absolute horror.

What you should have accounted for was that today was a Thursday, meaning Geto would usually come home from work on weekdays. So, while you were snoring in the comfort of your blanket, your boyfriend was the first to see a mysterious box with your name on it at his doorstep. And to add more salt to the wound, you caught him in the act unboxing the package and inspecting its contents, and you’re too shocked to fall on your knees at what he has in his hands.

Geto sat on the living room couch, the box perched on the coffee table opened with the wrappings decorating the brown table surface. His eyes find your figure to latch onto, but yours honed on what he was inspecting. In his right hand was a black lacy top meant to be worn around a chest—the other holding onto a headband with bunny ears of velvet material. 

This is where we lay our current scene; astounded, you could only stand in place — like Geto — at the sight before you. And with every passing second, you wanted nothing but to explode into bits. Your boyfriend had found your package and opened it!

Of course, you’d be stammering your words! “W-Where did you get that!?” What a silly question; where else would he have gotten it, dumbass?

Nonetheless, the dark-haired man answers after a forced cough. “Well, umm, I saw it at the door coming from work. I brought it in and was going to let you know, but you were asleep, and I…didn’t wanna bother you.”

“Why did you open it if you knew it was mine??”

Geto raised his hands defensively, still holding onto the items. “I–I’m sorry! I thought it was something different, like the cute glass cups you liked and ordered last week. I figured I would set those up on your behalf. I had no idea it would be something…” Your feet suddenly felt heavy, watching your boyfriend scan the lace top. “Like this.”

Any attempt to fight the mini shakes of your knees was impractical, and your throat was going so dry that you were scared to swallow.

“This doesn’t seem like something you would buy; could someone have accidentally sent this with the wrong information?” He inquires with furrowed brows. “Better not be some fucked up prank or whatever.”

“N-No, it’s, I…” Fuck, this had to be the worst scenario to admit this. “….I did mean to buy it.”

Have you ever had those moments where people would look at you after saying something that you wish you hadn’t? You indeed hated those moments; they made you feel so scrutinized by the public judging you. And seeing your man’s eyes widen and his expression morphed his lips to a small “o” shape? Oh, you couldn’t breathe adequately.

“You bought,” your quivering lips worsen when his left wrist flicks with the bunny-eared headband. “This?”

Your hands come to your face, shielding yours from his as you silently squat down with the weight of your humiliation. The shakes rock your entire frame, and you can sense your tears forming. This officially was the worst day ever; out of all the dilemmas that could happen, why did it have to be the worst one of all?!? Your partner had found out about the out-of-the-norm purchase you made without you present to explain yourself first. Now he probably thinks he’s dating some freak into weird shit. Can this day get any worse!?!

You wanted to cry, hoping the floor beneath you would give way and ingest you out of this cold, cruel world. But alas, you’re still here and can hear the footsteps approaching your crouching state, and you jolt when Geto embraces you.

“Y/n,” God, why did he say your name like that? His tone was smooth like honey, and he rubbed your back as he brought you closer. “It’s okay, baby. I didn’t mean to judge you or anything; I was just curious, is all. Sorry, I opened your package without letting you know, okay?… Ahh, did I make my sweet angel cry?” Raven brows scrunched together at the view of you burrowing into his chest more. “Aww, Y/n, I’m sorry…”

Yes, you were indeed sniffling into his sweatshirt. Although, it’s not that he opened your stuff without your consent that upset you the most. You whine while moving your face, “I just…wanted to do something different.”

“Hmm?” Geto’s hand doesn’t stop rubbing your back, speaking to you in a low mode. “What’s the reason, sweetie?”

“Because, well,” you chewed the inside of your cheek as they warmed. “I just felt like I wasn’t…Like—sigh, you’ve done so much for me in this relationship, and I’m so lucky to have you as my boyfriend. But I feel like I don’t do my part as I should, you know?” Nothing is said from the other, so you continue. “I just–sniff–want you to know that I appreciate you and all you’ve done, although I didn’t know if my words would do me justice. So, I, uhh,” your thumbs find their way to fiddle with themselves. “I asked Shoko and Mei Mei for help and bought…..this to wear for you.”

Three seconds pass without saying anything, then six. At ten seconds, the silence suffocates you and probes your unease more and more. 

However, his chest’s sudden rise and fall startles you, along with his pleasant laughter. “So that’s what this is all about, huh?” Your body’s rigid compared to his lively motion. “My angel was gonna doll up for me?”

“Yeah, and you ruined it!” You fuss, your cute teary face all hot and puffy as you complain. “I just wanted to do something special for you after I finally muster up the courage to go out of my comfort zone and do something nice and…well, sexy,” you cringed internally at the final word. Yet, it was true. 

Geto hums through your explanation. “You’re always sexy to me.”

“That’s not the point!” He laughs at your remark, the sound filling you with warmth. “I–…I’m different compared to you. Whenever we’re out, you’re so much more social than me; I feel like I’m a burden or make it seem I need you to watch over me or something…And I know you’ve said you’re okay with it and don’t mind, but it’s….sniff–I don’t know, like I’m putting more on your plate when it’s more of a ‘me’ problem…”

Your eardrums pick up low chuckles. Then, like the Prince Charming he is, Geto uses his hand to bring your chin up. Your face warms up at his handsome face in your vicinity. “Baby, although I appreciate you going out your way to do something for me—believe me, I could jump over the moon right now—you don’t have to go outside what’s comfortable to you to impress me or anything.”

“But I—“

“I mean it; I really don’t mind that I have to be some voucher for you. It’s not a burden; that’s just who you are. And if that’s the case, you’re too cute as hell the way you are.” You didn’t see his small smile grow because your eyes bashfully averted away from his gaze. “Now, if you want to build your confidence, don’t be afraid to ask me for help, okay? No need to force yourself to change up for the sake of ‘appeasing’ me or feel as though you’re not fitting whatever bullshit mold of an appropriate partner you’re expected to be.”

“Suguru…”

“Y/n,” your name pierces your heart like an arrow as his hand prompts your face back to him; God, he’s so dreamy. “I like you no matter what. You’re my princess; your troubles are my troubles. I’d tell you long ago that you’re bothersome if it wasn’t. But you’re not, so don’t put too much weight on yourself. Promise not to stress yourself over this, okay?” He boops your nose, “Remember: communication is key, right?”

Once again, you’re reminded how lucky you are to have such a man like Suguru Geto to court you. So understanding and attentive to your feelings and wrapping you in his blanket of love constantly makes it hard not to fall in love all over again. Chewing your bottom lip doesn’t even help the heat of your cheeks creeping onto your ears. 

“You’re right,” you almost melt under his lips as he kisses your forehead. “I promise.”

“Good girl,” your heart skips a beat. “But what are we gonna do with all this?” He points to the open package with his chin. “Now I feel kinda bad for having you buy this for me and ruining the special occasion.”

Wincing at the box, you remove yourself from Geto’s embrace to inspect the contents. “Honestly, looking at them in real time, I regret buying them. I’ll return them tomorrow or Monday, seeing I don’t necessarily need—”

“Woah, woah,” you stop in your tracks at your boyfriend’s exclamation. “Why are you returning them?” 

Huh? “Well, I mean, there’s no need for them, no? It was meant to be a surprise.”

“Yeah, but you already spent so much money for my sake. Plus,” Geto picks up the bunny ear headband from the package. “If this is what you were gonna wear for me, then it would be kind of upsetting if I didn’t see you wear it at least once.”

Oh, God, no. “S–Suguru, it’s totally fine; I can just—“ Oh no, he’s looking at you with that face, his eyebrows slightly trenched with a minuscule sad glint in his expression. Your stomach was doing flips out of guilt and concern, and the formidable gets worse when he asks the following:

“Y/n,” you swallow spit thickly as the man dangles the headband around. “Would you please wear this tonight?”

The question nails you to the ground, frozen in place as it rings within your mind. You? Wearing this for tonight?! “N–No, I can’t!!”

“Why not? You bought it to be worn!”

“Yes, but t-that was before you looked through my package and didn’t give me the chance to try it on myself!” When you thought your face couldn’t get any hotter than before, the embarrassment of this predicament humbles you. “And thanks to you—“

“T-Thanks to me??”

“—I don’t wanna wear it anymore!!”

Geto raises his other hand in defense. “Okay, okay! Look, I’m sorry; it’s my bad. But, to be honest, I’m thrilled that you went out of your way to think of doing something for me out of nowhere, and as I’m looking at this outfit,” He glances at the rest of the materials in the box. “I think you’d look beautiful and hot in it.” You can’t tell if your heart is thumping from his words or because you’re about ten seconds away from combusting. “So…One night to test it out, yeah? And if you surely don’t like it, then you can ship it back tomorrow.”

He’s so good at that, using his charm and words to shade you into rational thought. You take a huge breath and exhale through stressed nostrils, and your wish to dig a hole and rot away increases. 

Of course, you bought the items to treat your boyfriend for something out of the norm; that was the entire point of the plan! But what is the use of following a plan when you’ve let your guard down, and the element of surprise backfires in a way that you had foolishly unforeseen?! There’s no way you could put that stuff on you now that you’ve been exposed. Absolutely not!

“I think you’d look beautiful and hot in it…”

And yet, Geto’s words repeat like a broken record, each time making you as timid as the last. He wants to see you wear what you had bought, so eager to marvel at his partner adorning such risqué clothing that you don’t comprehend how you put said purchase in your cart! The thought of wearing such a thing in front of your man bubbles an excitement that is borderline frightening yet new; picturing his expressions and imagining his compliments is dangerous for your brain to form a headache.

But not as dangerous as the slight friction of your inner thighs pressing close to each other.

With a stare downcast and fidgeting thumbs, you ask, “…Just for tonight?” 

And Geto assures you with a nod.

“Only for tonight.” 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Geto sat on the bed in silence, listening to the ticks of the bedroom clock on the wall as he waited patiently.

As you two entered the bedroom, the man found his place on the bed, a still figure in the dimly lit room. You, on the other hand, made a beeline straight towards the bathroom. “Wait here…D-Don’t peek inside!” You commanded him, your voice betraying a hint of shyness. He obeyed, settling on top of the comforter.

Minutes soon went to double digits; nervousness wasn’t something that usually struck Geto. But the more he sat on the bed and listened to your mutters behind the door–distancing the two–the more he couldn’t help but feel an itch to worry for you. “Y/n? Are you okay?”

“Y–Yes!” That didn’t sound convincing… “I’ll be out in just a second!”

“Okay…”

And so he waited for a minute. Which turned to two minutes…Three…..

Anticipation transitioned to unease, calling out to you once more. “Y/n?” No answer; not a good sign. The tall man gets up and strides to knock on the bathroom door. “Baby? Everything alright?” Nothing, even if he knocks on the white surface again.

CREAAAAK…!

But his frets are handled once he hears the sound of the door opening slowly. He steps back to make way for the person on the other side of the door, and lo and behold, you stand.

There are things in Geto’s life that never cease to amaze him—you being one of them. From the moment he saw you, he swore that in his life, there had never been something that looked so mesmerizing and captured his eye in an instant, and Gojo and Shoko are always sure to tease the guy for such a confession. And the time you reciprocated his feelings and accepted being his domestic other half, words could not describe the elation his poor heart couldn’t handle. 

Right now, he is experiencing those same feelings when he’s with you. His expectations were blown out of the water once you entered the plane again.

Your face was the first thing he looked to, a sheepish yet cute expression that went with the adorable white bunny ear headband you adorned at the top of your head. Your casual attire had been withdrawn to the bathroom tiles, substituted with the outfit you had been fussing about until now. Your chest harbored a black lacy negligee with intricate designs that had Geto’s purple eyes dance and trace around; the faint drapes of the gown cascaded down to your upper thighs, yet your underwear could still be seen. It matched the lacy black thong that made your boyfriend gulp thickly at how gorgeous your hips looked–not to mention the tiny bow at the top center. And to complete the look, black stockings come up your knees.

“…”

There is silence between you and him. The only sound you can use to distract yourself is the beat of your heart.

“…”

But the longer you wait for a response, the louder the rhythm. 

“…”

The lack of his voice was killing you – eating you alive – and you’re sure that you’re bound to faint if this kept going. Did I wear it wrong? Do I look weird?! Oh God, please say some— 

“Y/n”

You squeaked. “Y-Yes?”

“Can you please,” Geto takes a few steps closer, enough for his hands to come around your waist and pull you in. You almost choke on the air. “Remind me to thank Mei Mei and Shoko first thing tomorrow, okay?”

“Wh–What the—What does that mean—?”

“You look amazing.” Three simple words have you still. “Like, seriously. Hold on, let me get a good look at you.” He leans around to look at the details of your sides, and your brain short circuits when he moves behind you and lifts the negligee to see the rear of your panties. What is happening… “Holy shit, this suits you so well.”

“Re…Really?”

“Really.” You can see the sincerity in his gaze as he surveys every physical thing about you. “I’m so tempted to grab my phone to take a picture.”

“Oh my God, please don’t!!” Your frightened hands grab his sweatshirt with a vigorous grip, contrasting the trembling owner. “Don’t take a picture, please!!”

“I won’t, I won’t!” the dark-haired partner assures you through a fit of laughter, his warm, slender hands finding your fists and pounding him. Again, you are frozen stiff when he kisses your temple. “Besides, I prefer not sharing something as beautiful with anyone else.”

You don’t know how many compliments you can take before spiraling into a puddle. “You really do like it.”

“I love it,” another kiss to your cheek while his hands now find purchase on your waist. Oxygen suddenly feels foreign when you’re so close to him to pick up the cologne on his clothes. “It looks so much better now that you’re wearing it. You really know how to spoil me, huh, angel.”

Was it him being spoiled right now or you? How he spoke to you had your heart racing uncontrollably since you left the bathroom. You’ve been a complete nervous wreck from the moment your friends probed you to buy this outfit up until now, and now you can honestly feel that you’re feeling a sense of glee wearing it because your boyfriend likes it so much. Regrets no longer linger in your bones, goosebumps calm down on your skin, and you hum as you return the embrace. 

That is…until you feel something pressed against you. Something….hard.

Curiosity sprinkles your pretty little head until it snaps and your hips sway to experiment. A subtle jolt rocks Geto—confirming your hypothesis.

“Su..Suguru…” You don’t know why, but the following words felt prohibited to leave your lips. “Is that—“

“Hnnm…Sorry,” he purrs abjectly. “Guess I got a little too excited.” He lifts his head from your shoulder to look at you, and your stomach churns at the sight of his stare, holding a misty, lustful glint. You don’t even mention his hands silently moving to cup your ass. “Is that too much, baby?”

Violet eyes latched with yours make you shiver, suppressing a gasp when he throws a slick rut to grind the tent of his dark sweatpants on you. “N–No!” You squeaked, feeling small when his smile got broader.

“So sweet like always,” a chaste, gentle kiss to your lips feels like clouds. He then steps back out of your arms, pulling down his sweats to reveal the erection contained by the boxer briefs. Geto sits on the edge of the bed and tilts his head. “So, will my sweet bunny girl care for me tonight?” Seeing you gawk at him, he stifles a chuckle, and it takes a good mental slap to bring you back to reality. A few seconds pass, and you finally build up the courage to walk forward and crouch between his spread legs. 

Mini prayers replay in your brain as your hand hesitantly touches the clothed shaft, the firmness of it getting stiffer and stiffer as your fingers touch thoroughly. When you’re ready, you bring the hem of his underwear down, welcoming his cock to the open air for it to intimidate you with its girth. Precum trails from the urethra, traveling down from the corona, foreskin, and underside. God, it’s been a while since you were up close and personal with this thing; its sheer size is enough to reconsider the regret you threw out minutes ago. Too late now, though.

Come on, Y/n, you use your inner thoughts to motivate you. You’re doing this for Suguru; don’t chicken out now! So, you bring your lips to meet the head of his cock, earning a hum from the man above. Blowjobs have never been your forte; again, it’s been a while since you’ve had his cock near anything outside of your lower regions. But today was different as you used your tongue to lick the lip of the cockhead, the salty flavor of his fluid teasing your tastebuds. And with the sounds of him whimpering, you begin to remember the routine as the seconds go. Your mouth takes in his tip with hollowed cheeks, and your hands grasp around the shaft before you glide up and down.

“Hahhhh, yes, sweetie,” Geto soothed, biting his lip at the display of you pleasing him with your plump lips. “Just like that…Nnngh…!” His words fuel more confidence in your motion, using this to move to the next step and take in as much of his shaft as you can. You don’t go all the way to the hilt–a task that you’re afraid will have you choking– but once you reach halfway, your head starts to bob up and down at a gradual pace. Black brows furrow at the movement; fuck, you felt so good for him. So nice and warm on his dick; he wouldn’t mind having his whole evening dedicated to this. “Fuck, my love, loosen your jaw for me…Mmmm, good girl, that’s it. Keep sucking like that.”

It’s not before long that you find the groove; albeit sucking on Geto amateurishly, he places a hand on your head, which you can only assume is that you’re doing a decent job. Saliva coats the limb busying your oral cavity, mixing with the excess come that escapes and spreads with your lips going to and fro. Your tongue goes on to flick and lap on his tip some more, evoking the hottest moans you’ve ever heard from him. And while you stroke his member, your free hand finds his scrotum and massages the pair in unison, a buck of his hips as your thumb presses down on the testicles with a curl. Your bobbing becomes frequent, a mediocre cadence that has your partner throw his head back. The veins scraping along the upper walls of your mouth are too erotic for your mind to comprehend

“Shiiiit, I can’t—Nnnmm!” He hisses before he cups your wet cheeks. “You’re doing so good, princess.”

Your eyes open and peer to the person talking above you. With a soft ‘pop,’ you release his length before placing sloppy kisses and licks. “Yew fink shoow?” You speak with a mouthful of his dick to his frenulum, humoring the dark-haired man.

“Yes, little bunny,” he teases, and you can sense the throbs between your legs getting worse after referring to you with that title. “Wait, I just remembered something…Hold on, lie on the bed for me.”

You’re gently pushed off him as Geto stands up from the bed, confused. You take your place atop the bed, and he grabs something from his sweatpants and heads into the bathroom. The sound of running water from the sink fills the silence before it’s shut off. He then returns to the bedroom holding a bottle of lube you’re familiar with in one hand, and the other with a wet, metal…fluffy…looks like a kind of—

Eyes shoot wide open when you finally register what he’s holding, and the anxiety hits you like a punch to haunt you. “Wh–W-Where did y-you get that?!”

“I saw that you left this in the box before dressing up,” no, you didn’t forget a damn thing. You deliberately avoided the very item that Geto was holding because looking at it was embarrassing enough; it would be horrifying to have this in the same room as you now! Between his thumb and forefinger was a metal butt plug–a small one, nothing too major–with what appeared to be a white fluff ball at the end. It’s meant to be worn with what you wore, but these bunny ears already trampled your dignity. Adding an anal toy to the frey might as well have you sign up for assisted suicide! “I figured we needed it to complete the look.”

“N-No! No, no, no, absolutely not!” Rejections fly out of your system. “That’s too much!”

Geto blinks. “You think so? It’s pretty small from what I’ve seen.”

You’ve seen these before!?!? “Even then, I don’t wanna—“

“Didn’t you see this with the set before you bought it?”

You almost choked on your tongue. “W-Well…Y-Yes, but,” your thumbs find themselves fidgeting, anything to distract the humiliation that overshadows your nervous state. “That doesn’t mean I wanted to…wear it.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s—” embarrassing as hell! A bunny tail as a butt plug!? Just kill me!! “—It’s…..It’ll look weird on me.”

Oh, how you didn’t know how much of a switch that flipped for Geto, the other quietly thought to himself before speaking again. “Y/n,” you perked at the mention of your name. “Turn around for me.” Chewing on your lips, you shook your head—you knew what he was doing. “C’mon, now, I thought you were my sweet girl.” You flatten your lips when he comes close to squeeze your cheeks. “Please? Wear this for me, my little bunny?” 

Oh, for God’s sake, this night was getting more challenging to get through with the hour. Inner dialogue can’t even bring you to a consensus, as your conscience is getting in the way of coming to a decision. On the one hand, you feel as though you’re venturing out of your comfort zone enough, wearing this flustering nightgown and these damn bunny ears. Yet, at the same time, this isn’t about you; this is all meant to be for your partner, something entirely out of the norm to make him feel special. And you being reluctant to accept his wishes is just pushing you back to square one and defeating the purpose of this entire dilemma, right? 

Your hands find your face to shield, releasing a long sigh that should have stretched to your final days. Nonetheless, you slump your arms down in defeat, and a short nod is given: “.......okay.”

Without being told again, you feebly follow Geto’s request and turn around. Your lower half is the only thing in his line of sight. Your lips can’t stop quivering in such a position, and breathing becomes arduous once you feel your boyfriend’s weight dent the mattress. You jolt when his hand comes to the top of your laced thong, bringing the material down to expose the bare skin of your ass to him. Damn it! A pillow within your proximity is brought to your face, using it to hide yourself from the world.

However, “Aww, don’t be so shy on me, baby,” Slender fingers faintly brush from your spine down to the very crevice of your bottom, making your body shudder. “Shouldn’t be hiding that pretty face from me.” The sound of your gasp, when his lubed fingers teeter around your rear entrance, ignites a flame, and now he has a thirst he’s itching to indulge with. “Shhhh, breathe, my love. Gonna go real nice and slow for you, okay?”

The pillow muffles your moans as Geto begins to push one finger inside your puckered hole slightly. The stretch of the digit is a pain you have never experienced, making you whimper like a poor babe. Your boyfriend coaxes you through it, adding more lube to ease your ass as his finger goes back and forth to prepare you. Adding another finger causes you to shake your head, and your entrance accommodates the insertions, whether you like it or not.

A full minute or more passes where your ass is played with, and Geto smoothes you with a rub of your buttcheeks as he removes his digits out of your lubed hole. “Now, time to test this out…” A sudden chill has your arch, and the cold metal of the butt plug has you clamping involuntarily, yet the raven-haired partner reminds you to relax your body while he pushes the toy inside you. It doesn’t invade with the snap of the finger; thirty seconds in, and your butthole is slowly but surely adapting to the alien plaything. And before you know it, you feel the whole thing finally be swallowed into your rear walls; you grip the pillow as your mouth releases silent cries. 

“Haaah…I-Is it in?” You lifted your head to inquire. 

“Yes, angel,” he playfully smacks your ass, and you jerk at the unexpected contact. “Damn, now you look all cute and sexy with this on.” Geto then shifts to stand on his knees before maneuvering above you, removing the pillow from beneath you so you can’t hide yourself from him any longer. And more trembles crawl all over your body when you feel his solid cock create friction on the rift of your ass. “Lift your butt a bit for me,” your hips follow his hands, guiding you upward until you meet his pelvis. “Good girl…Gonna start putting it inside, okay?”

You nod leisurely, grabbing the comforter beneath you as Geto pulls the thong to the side. It’s no surprise to see that your cunt is covered in your slick, the tip of his member queued to kiss your labia. The lascivious man hisses at the sensation, anticipation climbing up as he pushes himself unhurriedly. The same goes for you, your mouth agape with quieted shrieks when the cockhead makes it inside your vagina, gripping the sheets as he slowly pushes more of himself, every inch of his penis becoming greater and greater, inaudible babbles once the base meets your folds.

Geto allows you a couple of seconds to stabilize your breathing, starting with excruciatingly slow thrusts–so painfully slow that you can feel every dent and vein that ventures inward and outward your chasm; it’s hard for your hips not to move on their own. With every pull, your inner walls clench on the shaft as if wanting more as he leaves your warmth. And every push makes you full to the brink of tears, and your brows trenched together as your fists ball the sheets.

“Mmaahh…Nnahaah…!” The brush of your velvety channel feels good within the minute, and the insertion pain is now being replaced with pleasure. Your roll to the ceiling at the graze of your G-spot, the butt plug made your nerves more sensitive with how busy your lower half was. And once he’s warmed up enough, your companion turns up the speed of his ruts. “Taahhh, I, ohhhGod…! Sugu—Oooo!!” Did he just poke your cervix!? You sobbed out loud.

“Nnmm, holy shiiit, you feel so good, sweetie,” Geto moans, taking in the view before him. The lingerie you were wearing gave a beautiful image of your backside, his indigo orbs survey from the muscles of your back to your prompted ass. Holy hell, it was driving him crazy, watching how the flesh of your butt reverberates with the smack of his pelvis. It makes him want to go ever faster, harder. And don’t get him started on the white bunny tail butt plug; shit was too cute to resist and toy with, pulling on the item lightly and turning it around.

The action had your holes clenching simultaneously. “Shh–Shhtop, Suguuu!!” You wailed out, toes curling as he taunted your anus with light pulls and pushes. “D-Don’t do that…!”

“Heh, sorry, my bunny girl,” God, the way he was teasing you was literal hell on Earth with how he’s using your body right now. “You know I can’t help myself when it comes to you…Aiisshh! Fuhuck, you’re squeezing me so hard…Hmm? You like it when I tease you, huh, baby?”

You shook your head no in a rushed manner, the heat of your face already coursing to your ears. But then your frame jerked along with the sound of something, and it was a hand smacking on the skin of your butt.

“Now, don’t be like that,” Geto chuckles above you as you cry. The same hand he used to slap you soothes the blow. “You know you can be honest with me. At least your body is…Don’t you like being close to me like this?” You don’t reply, too busy squealing at another graze of your sensitive spots.  So, he slaps your buttocks once more. “Don’t ignore me, love.”

“—Mmmph! Ahh-hahh, I-I,” You swallow spit before choking on it. “I can’t…Hic, it’s shoh embarrassing…!”

“Aww, is the little bunny still scared?” He then bends down to your ear, a big move on his part as you swear you’re bound to shut down from the closeness. “Hmm? What’s so embarrassing?”

A sluggish pull back before Geto snaps his hips into you harshly, another jab to your cervix practically has you seeing stars. “Hoooh!! Be–Becausee!!” God, it’s so hard to think right now, the pound of your head getting harsher with the increased heat. “Y–You—Ahhaa! Youu make me…s-sound sho dirt—Eeeyahh!” 

“Oh?” He licks your ear before nibbling on the helix. “You don’t like it when I fuck you like this? Don’t like it when I whisper to your ear while you scream for me?” You shake your head no, which is extinguished once Geto stuffs your mouth with his fingers. Your tongue, played with by his fore and middle finger, has you mewling like no tomorrow. “Hmmm, that’s a funny thing to say when your pussy can’t stop twitching on me. Make it seem like you’re not embarrassed to milk my cock dry, huh, princess.” 

“Nnoohh, it’s not—hic—not like that!” A tear trickles down a hot cheek as you suck on his fingers, his thumb there unaware to wipe it. “Don’t say stuff like that…!”

“Why? Too crude for my angel’s ears?” He keeps teasing you, “Even though we’ve fucked lots of times, you still act like such a cutie.”

“Stooop,” Lord have mercy. Any more than this, and you’re bound to melt away sooner rather than later. “D-Don’t tease me…”

He can’t help it, not when you sound so cute and flustered because of him. It makes him think of an idea and straightens himself off of you. But not away from you — he then grabs your leg and rests it on his shoulder while straddling the other, changing the position so you can look at each other. Something a lot more intimate as he goes back to drilling his length into your heat. With a smug grin, he asks, “Is this less embarrassing for you, sweet baby?”

Your heart almost jumped out of your throat; no, this is much worse! Your shrieks returned to erupt out of your figure as Geto’s pace increased. The new angle achieves having his dick venture deeper inside your throbbing channel, pounding to you until the hilt meets your southern lips, and the bump and grind of your clitoris with the motion is enough to have you winded. “—Ohoohh!! Dooahh! N-Nooo, d-don’t look…!” You try to shield your face with your forearm.

Yet Geto instantly refutes that, using his free hand to move it while he bends back down; his added weight has you whining aloud. “Don’t do that,” he groans at the contract of your walls, retaliating with more rough plunges. “No more hiding from me; I wanna see that pretty face always.”

“Suguu, pleasee—Nnnn!” Scrapes to the walls of your vaginal walls are even more dangerous in this position. “T’oo faaast!!”

“Hnngh! FFfuckin’ shit…But you feel so good,” Geto presses his forehead onto yours. “You feel so good, you look so good, like holy fuck! You drive me too crazy; it’s–Ghhh!- just not right how you can make me go wild. I wanna see it all, wanna see how cute you look, how dirty you look, and how fucking hot you sound because of me—and only me.” A kiss to your nose before placing one on the corner of your lips. “Starting now, I wanna see all these sides of you, so don’t hide them from me…” 

You are given no room to reply to his statements as a kiss to your mouth finally seals the deal for tonight. Light pecks gradually dwell into steamy, longing smooches, tongue and teeth classing for intimacy. It’s all it takes for you to sink into his touch finally and the comforter beneath you, submitting to him as he finishes you off.  

Geto then rolls his hips at an erratic cadence, and relentless hits to your cervix have you blubbering helplessly into his lips. Ungovernable throbs around his girth are ineluctable, the climb of your orgasm climbing up tenfold with the brush of your clit up against his pelvis. OhhhGod! It’s coming, I’m gonna—“Mmmmph!”

The peak of your crescendo has you moaning deep into the kiss, your writhing figure submitted to the end of your session as your cunt flutters around Get’s girth as the shocks of the climax rock your entire body. And your contraction is all your partner needs to let go of the reins and cease to his own release, his pulsating shaft expelling his load deep into your palpitating vagina. The two of you continue to kiss as your bodies heave and jolt, with the last of the aftershocks coursing through your nerves. 

He breaks the kiss, the two of you gasping for air in sync. Drool slips from your lips and comes down to your chin, and Geto smiles before kissing your cheek. “Thank you for the gift,” he commends you. “Ya sure I can’t get at least one picture of you?”

You’re undoubtedly out of breath, yet your facial expression doesn’t fail to display unease. “Please…stop teasing me,” you sniffle with hooded eyes.

“Okay, my sweet bunny girl,” he chortles. “Well, at the very least, let’s go another round, ‘kay?”

“Wha—H-huh!?!?”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“…I will never listen to your advice ever again.”

“Wow, rude?”

“Right, like whatever happened to ’thank you’?”

As far as mornings go, this one was ultimately out of the norm. When was the last time you woke up with your body sore to the bone? Because the moment the sun’s rays peaked through the curtains and landed on your eyes, you couldn’t move a single finger or toe without feeling a sense of heaviness. Or maybe it was because you found that your tall boyfriend was still sound asleep; his slim frame was spooning you close to him. You could hear his light snore as he rested in the crook of your neck and arm to your shoulder with a strong leg between yours. 

Your face warmed up at the realization that he was so close to your proximity, and it only worsens when you realize that you both are in the nude, which rarely [if not NEVER] happens! Where’s your pajamas? At the very least, an oversized shirt and panties! 

But you couldn’t find them anywhere. All you could see was a black negligee and a white bunny-eared headband, and memories of last night finally started to swim into your brain. But the true horror was when you saw the butt plug from before down on the comforter, and it slipped past your mind not to scream and kick the item in humiliating terror while abruptly waking up your partner. WHAT THE FUUUUCK!??!?

And to add the nail to the coffin, your body didn’t look like how you left it yesterday. As you got up to head for the bathroom, you caught a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror and felt like you witnessed a scene from a horror movie. Your skin was covered in light bruises and bitemarks, discoloration where it’s implied there were hickeys received all around your neck, stomach, and inner thighs. You were still wearing the black knee-high stockings. However, those looked utterly different from how they looked initially; tears and holes were found all over, but most prominently, the inside of your upper thigh area.

Speechless was the word to describe your puzzlement—appalled, dumbstruck, void of thinking as your reflection showcased an entirely different person. Th-…There’s no way… That’s all you could say to yourself, but it was the way.

Once Geto left for work, it wasn’t any easier for you to work around the house. Working remotely suddenly became an obstacle, as every time your mind recalled the events that transpired the night before, you’d become too flustered to continue your work. You couldn’t even walk into your shared bedroom, too rattled to the point that you just used the guest bathroom! The notion of embarrassment was getting challenging to function today; had you known this would’ve been the effect of buying that damn outfit, you would’ve stopped yourself!

Hence, you’re now complaining to the people who probed you to purchase it in the first place. “A ‘thank you’? I could barely enter past the threshold of my own room, and you want me to thank you!?”

It was late afternoon. You were washing dishes and drying them in the kitchen while putting them aside. But you weren’t alone; your laptop sat at the kitchen island with an application running. On the screen, a window harbored two screens with different faces: one woman with brown hair appearing to smoke out her balcony, and the other with pale blue hair styling her hair to a bun. 

The brunette, Shoko, responds to your words. “Y/n, calm down; all you did was have sex in a bunny costume; nothing radioactive happened there.”

“Yeah, well, I feel like I did something radioactive!” You retorted, wiping the sponge across the wet plate concerningly fast. You pick up the headband from last night and grimace. “Damn this headband…God, I’m so sore.”

“Having sex for an hour straight will do that to a person,” a nerve is stricken when the other speaks; Mei Mei is now done styling the back of her hair with a sly smile. “Pfft, I still find it funny that you passed out.”

“It’s not funny!!” To your dismay, you only make your two best friends laugh even harder. “This is not how this is supposed to be; I don’t even recognize my own body…You saw the pictures!”

Shoko titters, “Yeah, I saw, and it looks like Geto couldn’t keep his hands off you.” She takes a drag of her cigarette and exhales the smoke. “Isn’t that a good thing, though? It means that he liked the gift and appreciated it tenfold.”

“Exactly,” Mei Mei agrees. Your complaints seem to suggest that we completed the mission of making him feel special—which was, you know, the main reason you wanted to do it in the first place.”

“Oh, he felt special, alright,” you said, placing a dry plate on the rest. Although you’d been in a constant state of indignity, what they were saying was true. The whole point of making a fool of yourself and wearing a costume was meant to be outside the norm. It’s exciting for you and Geto, and you can assume that the outcome brought a satisfying end for both parties.

…However, it would be nice if it didn’t cost you a lot of hickeys and soreness. You sighed heavily, “You’re right…I’m just happy that he enjoyed it. He even said I looked cute dressed as his little bunny.”

“I bet!! Why didn’t you take pictures!?” Shoko complains, her device coming closer to her face to emphasize her disheartened tone of voice. 

“I would rather die than have photos of that of me around,” the thought alone causes an unsettling quiver.

But Mei Mei also voices her grievances. “Ehhh, but I bet you looked so adorable~. You better take pictures the next time you do something like that!”

You could’ve sworn your neck was nearly to break when you snapped your head to look at your laptop screen. “Are you insane; what do you mean next time?” 

A silver brow rises. “Oh, be real, Y/n; you really think this is some one-and-done type thing? I bet you ten dollars that Geto would love to pull those bunny ears out again.” 

The brunette chuckles after exhaling more smoke from her pretty lips. “Aye, maybe we should find you some more outfits to wear for him. Maybe we should have you in a fox costume next.”

Your mouth drops in displeasure, but Mei Mei beats you into saying something. “Mmm, now that’s a good idea; I saw something online with cute ears and a skirt. And,” her lavender eyes narrow with a scoff. “I’m sure you’d love to wear the butt plug tail of that one too, Y/n—“

“GOODBYE!!”

You slapped your laptop screen down as your farewell to your best friends, whom you’re sure are probably laughing to themselves for witnessing your reaction. 

Your cheeks are so hot that they are in discomfort; unbelievable. A next time!? You couldn’t comprehend the possibility that you’d be wearing something like last night again. Could you even look at bunny ears the same again after what just happened?! Bunny tails, too; what you primitively thought was cute and pure has now been tarnished to a suggestive and erogenous image. No, there’s unquestionably no way you would be put into that position ever again. No, no, nope, and no!!

DING-DONG!!

The sudden noise of the doorbell diminishes your reluctant energy within milliseconds. You checked the kitchen clock — Geto should be coming home right about now, but why would he be ringing the bell? Inquisitiveness draws up to your shoulders as you dry your hands, taking light steps to the door and opening it after unlocking. 

You leave a small opening to peak through, “Y-Yes?”

“Is that the lovely Y/n I’m seeing~?”

That voice…Not Geto’s, but familiarity sparks up, and recognition prompts you to open the door wider. 

Pure snowy white hair is the first thing that captures your attention, along with the dark shades concealing its owners’ eyes—a signature look of your partner’s friend, “Sa–Satoru?”

“Aye, you remembered to call me by my first name that time!” The named man was dressed down in his work attire, his hand holding his black blazer while he brought his sunglasses up for his azure eyes to throw a wink at you. “It’s been a while, huh?”

“It has!” Your perplexity was evident in your tone; you had forgotten just how tall the man was. “Wh-What are you doing here?”

“Well, I was finally able to catch your boy-toy here before ditching me at work,” Gojo brings your boyfriend into view with the tug of his collar, the raven-haired man expressing nothing but total irritation. “Dude owes me dinner, and I heard someone is cooking a nice meal tonight! Have room for another person?”

“Who said you were invited?” Geto questions his best friend after getting out of his hold.

“I did!” The white-haired man answers. “You owe me for saving your ass yesterday with that file scare—you’re welcome, by the way,” he ignores the glare of his friend. “And just be glad I’m asking for a home-cooked meal, or else I’d be draining your pockets at that new steak place that opened up recently.” 

“Unbelievable…” Geto sighs exasperately. “Hurry up and get in.”

You move out of the way so the men can enter your abode. “Excuse my intrusion~,” the blue-eyed man says as he takes off his dress shoes in the foyer and happily walks to the living room. 

Your boyfriend shakes his head, “Sorry ‘bout this, baby.”

“It’s okay; I was done washing dishes anyway.”

“Mmm,” he brings you in for a hug, part of the routine when he returns home. “How’re you feeling now?” 

Your heart skips a beat. “I feel…okay, still sore, but, you know…” He smelt so good, his cologne pleasantly sinking you in. 

“Heh, sorry,” he kisses your temple. “I had a good time; you really spoiled me.”

The heat in your cheeks ventures to your ears and nape, and your heart returns to racing at an irregular dance. The memories of last night all come back to haunt you once more; images of you being bent into different positions and crying out for Geto hit you one after the other. The lewd thoughts are too much for your pretty little head, especially when you imagine the tall, dark-headed man all sweaty and panting above you with a grin on his face like last night.

At this point, your face will need an ice pack because it’s getting hot. “I’m..really glad you liked it.”

“Loved it,” he takes your hand and after removing his shoes. “Can’t wait to try it again next time.”

And with those last two words, the world suddenly fell to a standstill. You didn’t hear what you just heard—no, you didn’t. “N-Next time?” You repeat.

“Of course!” he leads you down the hall to the open space. What, you thought you’d spend all that money on me for just one night?” No, I HOPED so! “Besides, I was looking online during my break at work, and I saw this fox variant look that I think would look real good on you—”

You couldn’t believe your ears; not only did Mei Mei prove you wrong, but now you have to deal with your boyfriend’s interest in wanting to indulge more in this idea you’ve brought into the relationship. What you thought and hoped would be for one night is now bound to haunt you for many days to come, and that thought in itself had you shaking in your slippers.

As well as the fact that you now owe your best friend cash for jinxing this situation. Damn her!

“Yo, Suguru.”

You perk up when you hear Gojo’s voice as you two enter the kitchen area. And just when you thought this world couldn’t chew and spit you out enough, the image of the white-haired man standing beside the kitchen island holding something in his hand mortifies you to the core.

“What’s with the bunny ear headband? I thought Easter went and passed already.” 

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 – reblogs + comments are appreciated wholeheartedly ☆ header art by alp (ringoya) + dividers by @/cafekitsune.

" BONTENS WHORE "

MIKEY, SANZU, KAKUCHO, TAKEOMI,RINDOU, RAN, KOKO

18+, DUBCON, bondage, sex toys, double fingering, fingersucking, degradation, exhibition, slapping, marking, MDNI

You suddenly woke up in a familiar place, but definitely not the place where you fell asleep. Your sight was blurry, it was cold..so fucking cold. and you couldn't feel your limbs, you blinked your eyes three times and saw a little more clear, you saw that your thighs are bound tight in a thick rope. "H-huh..?"

you mumbled still really groggy "you finally fuckin' woke up, damn!" a familiar voice complained. You immediately realized what was happening right now..you are being punished for your little fuck up last night. "We almost thought you were dead" another familiar voice ringed in your ears. You were supposed to seduce another gang leader, but you ended up beating him to death for talking shit about Mikey

The problem about that was that Mikey wanted to make out a deal with said gang leader. Your head shot up to see all of bonten, even the less important people that you didn't know. "Surely you know what's happening right now '' Kakucho stood up from one of the crates where bonten stored their weapons. You slowly nodded looking up at the man that was in front of you. As you looked up, you noticed your arms were tied up to a wooden pillar with the same type of rope that was around both of your thighs.

And as your mind started to clear up, you realized why it was so cold, not just because you are in a basement in the middle of winter. no, you were just in the underwear that you fell asleep in, and the worst part..fear should be kicking in. But the ropes are just the right amount of tight, and the burn in your arms was the cherry on top. You already felt your clit throb, this is so embarrassing.

You just hoped that no one noticed the blush that painted your face and the tears that started to well up in your eyes from the humiliation. You looked down to not let them see your lewd face, making them think that you just regret your Lil fuck up and are ashamed. "Answer." Kaku spoke up like a strict dad when you didn't answer. "Y-yes. I know.." your thighs tried to push against each other but the ropes just felt tighter when you fought against them, you accidentally let a little whimper fall from your lipgloss-stained lips. You just hoped to fucking god that they didn't hear your disgusting and lewd weep, but they did.

The haitani's and sanzu tried to write it off as a small cry, but takeomi, Koko, and kakucho just thought they didn't hear you right. But one thing all of the people in the basement could agree on was that you looked way too erotic for your own good. The way your tits fought against the restraints was so tempting. It made rin and ran especially horny. They are crazy into bondage.

And obviously, everyone in this room wanted to fuck the vixen of bonten at some point maybe even every time they just think about you, but the executives seemed to want to fuck you the most, they always tried to make a move on you but you never understood their shitty pick-up lines. You heard someone walk towards you, and you already knew who it was. His energy gave it away.

"Look up." Mikey demanded. The others didn't really care that you didn't look up at them, but it started to infuriate sanzu when Mikey started talking to you, and you still didn't look up. "You fuckin' dare to refuse to listen to your boss's orders not once but fucking twice?!" Sanzu stomped over to you "who the fuck do you think you are? You're just bonten's little who-"

his hand gripped your hair to make you look at Mikey, but he wasn't prepared for that erotic expression on your face. No one really was. Even Mikey's eyes widened a bit. "H-huh?" Koko stumbled over his words, and your face was so priceless. You had little tears in your eyes and drool dripping from your lips. They just waited for Mikey to say something because god knows they didn't know what the fuck to say. But suddenly Mikey crouched down to grip your pretty face "you like being tied up don't you?.."

his dead fish-like eyes stared into your shiny ones. "n-no!" Rindou and ran's cocks were Rock hard when they were told by Mikey to tie you up but now they were throbbing. seeing you fight more against the restraints on your body will leave pretty marks after this. but it got even worse after Mikey abruptly slapped you and you just...moaned? "Wha.." Koko started and felt his cock harden at that erotic moan. But he wasn't the only one, oh no-no. Every one of them was Rock hard and ready to just rip your panties off and mess that pretty cunt up.

Kakucho looked at Mikey and then back at you, completely confused if what he just heard was his imagination, but by the looks of his co-workers... He wasn't imagining it. Mikey's eyes were shot wide open, looking at your tear, glistening eyes filled with so much Hunger for more that he just had to give you what you were asking for. "Aahh!~" so he slapped you once again, eyes still shot wide open like a deer in headlights, wanting to see every single reaction from you.

"F-fuck.." takeomi mumbled under his breath and thanked God for his long and big coat that Covers his raging erection. The brothers had to fight the strong urge to just have their way with you, but they knew that they would be killed on the spot if they did that. So they just bit their lips till they would be bruised and rindou gripped the metal cart in front of him.

"You're just a cheap whore..ain't that right?" Mikey just glared at you, his cold glare made your pussy throb and clench. Mikey moved his dead, dark blue orbs to sanzu allowing him to tilt your head back by your hair and making you choke on another cute moan of yours before Haru shoved his gun into your mouth. And if you weren't wet before, you sure are flooding now. Sanzu was just as excited as you are though, his cock was aching just to be touched by you..

he was just better at hiding it. Well.if you ignore the pretty pink coloring his pretty features, the sweat coating his temples and forehead, and the obvious bulge in his tight, lilac dress pants. Mikey stood up, looking down at you. "Since you have a hard time taking orders.." his hand went to the rope that held your upper body up and squeezed your tits so perfectly. He pulled it, making you let out another angelic mewl. "They are going to teach you a lesson now..you hear me?"

You hesitated for just a second and Mikey already smacked you again "you fucking answer when I ask you something." His dark eyes stared deep into the depths of your tar Black soul, Mikey's gaze always Made you feel something and now you finally knew what that Feeling was, you weren't scared, you were hopelessly horny for evil and powerful men. Mikey turned around walking in the direction of some crates to sit on and looked at his men before mumbling "go have fun with her." None of the men even dared to hesitate walking over to your pretty, quivering form. Sanzu stared down into your eyes before watching little tears drip down your hot cheeks, he licked his teeth and took his gun out of your mouth with some of your saliva still dripping from his gun. "Messy whore.." he chuckled, pulling your hair tighter. All of a sudden you felt someone run their fingers over your hard nipple "nghh!" You looked down and to your surprise, it was kakucho. He always seemed so sweet and innocent to you..well..as innocent as can be as a Gangster.

"Slut.." he whispered before he ripped your bra completely off and stared at your tits for just a few seconds before he continued to take your pillowy tits in his big and cold hands, sweet Kaku groaned when he started to Massage them

"a-aah! P-please-" your begs made takes cock twitch and leak more of its transparent fluids into his pants. But his eyes stayed stoic and serious even though his face was a flushed pink. Koko got on the other side of you and squished both of your cheeks together and he then placed his thumb on your bottom lip. "You probably know what to do with that filthy mouth of yours, right?" A wicked grin formed on his features as you started suckling on his thumb. "Fuck, you really are a slut" sanzu groaned gripping your hair tighter. Your pussy throbbed when you saw Koko's and sanzu's bulges next to your face, it was all too much for you when Kaku licked your nipple and proceeded to suck on them as if he was trying to get milk out of them. The brothers got behind you and suddenly their pretty, vein decorated hands ran up and down your thighs, as they whispered dirty stuff they wanna do to you in your ear

"gonna Split that pretty pussy open on my cock, ya would like that, hm?" Rindou breathed against your ear in his sexy husky voice. "Gonna spread you out and torture that greedy pussy all night..maybe well even keep those pretty ropes around your body..so you ran run from it~" Ran whispered against your neck before biting down on it "a-ahh- n-no more! Mhh!" Your whines turned them on even more, so protesting against their touches was useless. The brothers chuckled at your pathetic attempt to escape their intoxicating touches and scents. They ran their hands down your inner thigh and snapped your panties off with their switchblades making you yelp out loud and moan even louder when you felt both of the brother's fingers tease different parts of your pussy. Rin was playing with your throbbing clit and ran was running his index finger up and down your leaking slit.

"So fucking wet…" he chuckled and licked his lips. Those three words were enough to make the men go crazy. Kakucho all of a sudden bit down on your nipple, Koko shoved his middle and Index finger down your throat and rin slid his finger from your clit to your hole "fuck..she's fucking dripping.." rindou groaned against your ear and bit the shell. "AHH! N-NO!" you moaned

but in reality, you loved it. You wanted more, you loved the way their touches felt so needy and how Mikey and takeomi just watched his their cocks obviously rock hard. "Your pussy's tellin' us somethin' different, sweetheart~" Ran purred with mockery laced in his tone, even they knew that you loved it. Sanzu ran his gun from your cheek to your clit, crouching down with the haitani's. "Look at me." He ordered, and you didn't even think about disobeying him so you gulped and looked into his sky blue eyes through his snow-white lashes

"you know that the gun is loaded right, bitch?" He grinned, biting his bottom lip at your terrified but absolutely horny expression. While you were busy getting lost in the overwhelming feelings the haitani's shoved their fingers inside you at the same time. "MNHH!" you cried around Koko's slender fingers. They didn't even let you adjust before finger fucking you at different speeds "tight fucking pussy..thought it was already loose by how much cock you take on a daily Basis." Rindou spat, biting down hard on your neck leading to you whining even more on Koko's fingers fucking your throat. Sanzu smacked his gun against your clit and the haitani's felt your pussy clench on their Fingers,

they bit their lips once again to not moan at the tightness of your pussy. Mikey saw as your eyes rolled back into your head and your pussy dripped more fluids onto the floor, creating a little pool of your slick "get away from her." He suddenly spoke up and the men got away from your trembling body and watched tears flood down your cheeks and listen to your delicious whines for more as you lost the orgasm that has been building up for the past hour. Mikey stepped forward, standing in front of you again "look up." He demanded. You lifted your head and looked up at the silver-haired man standing in front of you. Mikey could have gasped at how pretty fucked up you already looked but he knew better than letting you know how bad he wanted to fuck you. Mikey Held his hand open and some men you haven't noticed were there before gave him a pink and rubbery looking thing.

"I found this in your room." It was your vibrator! Your eyes widened in shock and felt even more embarrassed that Mikey and the other men knew that you play with yourself. Mikey leaned down, spread your pussy lips, and shoved the toy agonizingly slow inside of you.

"You're gonna learn to obey me." He rasped before turning the toy on to the highest setting. Your angelic yet pornographic moans and cried immediately invaded the men's ears. Mikey looked back at all the men and motioned for them to come back to you. They all stood in a circle around you, and without any warning, Mikey pulled his sweatpants down just enough for his dick to jump out and slap you in the face. His slim hand took a fistful of your hair and pulled your head back so your lips were on his leaking tip. "Suck it and I'll think about letting you cum." The pressure you felt in your abdomen was getting harder and harder to ignore. It just hurt so much that you were always so close but it was never close enough for you to reach your high.

And frankly Mikey's cock looked way too good and tasty to pass up. You licked up from his heavy balls up to his tip to then suck the salty precum that was leaking from his slit, god he tasted good, the Feeling of Mikey's cock in your mouth made the Feeling in your cunt only worse but you couldn't stop yourself, you had such bad self-control. Mikey looked down at you with his white hair coating his light pink cheeks. You suddenly heard groans from beside and behind you, they were fisting their cocks to the sight of you sucking someone else's cock, their boss's cock at that. They looked so needy watching your every move as sweat dripped from their faces. Mikey, without any warnings, shoved his cock down your throat and then proceeded to fuck it with some pretty groans escaping his lips.

"Mnggh!" You moaned around his cock, almost triggering his Release. But he pulled out before he could cum down your throat and came all over your pretty face instead. The other men didn't last long either. They All spurted their cum in thick white and sticky ropes on your body, you coughed and looked up at Mikey with doe eyes, practically begging him to let you cum.

He pulled his pants up as the other men did the same, and he started to walk to the exit door. "I don't think you've learned your lesson yet..you'll stay here till tomorrow morning." His cruel words hurt but not as bad as the ache in your pussy that was begging for Release. The other men followed but the haitani's stayed for a second behind to kiss your cheek "see ya tomorrow morning', dolly."

THE ETHICS OF RELATIONSHIPS - 'THE PROF GETO SERIES'

INSTRUCTOR INFORMATION Professor Suguru Geto Level: Advanced (18+) Total Points: 91,264 / 91,264 (100% Complete) Extra Credit Earned: 3,603 Recommended Study Playlist

COURSE DESCRIPTION Professor Suguru Geto is a renown ethics professor, and you're a 4.0, straight A student whose GPA he's trying to ruin (or that's what you think). Instead of dropping the class, you're more intent on making him see your brilliance -- but you get more than you bargained for, when the two of you learn more about the other -- and what you owe to each other.

COURSE REQUIREMENTS

I. I NEED SOMEONE OLDER....................................10,376 POINTS

II. ILLICIT AFFAIRS......................................................16,821 POINTS

III. THE WRONG PLACE AT THE RIGHT TIME......12,010 POINTS

IV. YOU DREW STARS AROUND MY SCARS.........14,288 POINTS

V. WAIT FOR YOUR LOVE..........................................12,464 POINTS

VI. TEACH YOU HOW FOREVER FEELS…………….25,305 POINTS

EXTRA CREDIT

I. SUDDENLY, I HAVE A VALENTINE.......................1,208 POINTS

II. SAY YOU CAN'T SLEEP (BABY I KNOW).............2,395 POINTS

it’s funny how i’ve had my tumblr account for years and all i’ve used it for was to hide the fact i read fanfics ..

i’ve been seeing more and more ppl get comfortable writing and posting ! it lowkey makes me wanna write bc i jus wanna read it after .. ive BEEN itching for the ideas i have in my head !!! maybe soon since im on my summer break :P

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘, 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘

Satoru Gojo ♡ short drabble (pt. 2)

₊˚ପ⊹ Summary: Your best friend gets jealous when your childhood friend reenters your life. Let him show you just how much better he is.

₊˚ପ⊹ Warnings: desperate gojo, p in v raw sex, quickie you have to hurry before your friend comes back!

₊˚ପ⊹ an: part two is here! haven't seen pt. 1 ?

₊˚ପ⊹ taglist: @shokosbunny (ty for the support lovely <3)

MDNI

𓂃⊹ ִֶָ

Satoru Gojo knew he had a limited amount of time with you, and he wasn't going to waste a single second of it. The moment your friend's headlight's pulled out of your driveway, your name fell out of his needy lips, his arms snaking around to your back pulling you into his lap.

"S-Satoru," you squeaked out, intoxicated by the foreign sound of utter want in his voice. His arms held you like a vice, pulling you into his chest like he was afraid you might try to run away from him. "What's gotten into you?" you ask him. His only response was burying his face into your neck, whimpering against the sensitive skin.

"Would it upset you if I wanted to kiss you?" he asked you bluntly, his mouth muffled by your skin. Shivers ran down your spine from the feeling of his lips against your pulse.

"What?"

He let out a quick huff at your lack of answer. Gojo rolled his eyes, "I know you understood me," his lips ghosting over the spot he wanted so badly to kiss. "Tell me you want me too," his voice was barely above a whisper, dragging his plump lips across the skin of your shoulder. He needed to hear you give him permission. He needed to hear you craved him in the same ways he craved you.

You were sat in his lap, mouth agape at the scene unfolding in front of you. The man you thought would never reciprocate your feelings; the man you spent night after night dreaming about was holding you in his lap, mouth touching your delicate skin but careful not to kiss it. The man you have always wanted was waiting for your permission to let him plant a kiss on your exposed skin. His thumb and forefinger played with the small strap of your tank top, his other hand still keeping you pressed tight against his form as he waited for your answer.

"We don't have much time," he was growing impatient, scared you were going to let the opportunity slip out of his fingers and he couldn't stand the thought of that. You needed to deny him. Slap him for ever daring to drag you into his lap, pressing his mouth hotly against your pulse. You needed to stop him if you really didn't want him.

But what you did after one full agonizing minute was tell him yes. It was quiet, almost hidden behind a shaky breath, but he heard it. That was all he needed.

His hot mouth opened to taste your flesh, sucking sweetly on your soft skin. He trailed across your shoulder, back up to your supple neck where he bit down. Your body was vibrating, the attention of his mouth on you had you mewling, pushing your chest into his. He just about groaned from the feeling of your breasts smooshing against his chest, his left hand making room for him to squeeze the squishy skin. You were breathing heavy now, whimpering as he played with your chest. He moved the fabric of your top down, exposing your bare nipple to his hand. He gently thumbed at the peak, his mouth still attached to your neck, now moving up to the skin below your ear.

"'T-toru," your voice shook, unable to keep your hips from grinding down on him for some release.

"Fuck-" he cursed, "keep calling me that," he pulled away to look at you. Your puppy eyes were wide open, not wanting to miss a moment of what was about to come and Gojo almost lost his resolve. "I wish I could take my time with you," he sounded genuinely heartbroken, wanting nothing more but to watch you come undone slowly as he carefully worked you up until you were putty in his hands. Unfortunately he was crunched for time. He had maybe 15 minutes to show you just what you meant to him. His right hand moved behind your head to grab the hair at the nape of your neck. Using his grip to pull you in. Both your foreheads touching as he spoke, "But we don't have time, baby. You're gonna be good for me though, right? Gonna enjoy every second?"

His sultry questions went straight to your core, pussy clamping around nothing, preparing for what his words meant. You nodded and he planted a quick kiss to your lips. They were soft and warm and everything you thought they'd be. He pulled back, giving you a reassuring look before fiddling with waistline of his sweats. He pulled them down to his thighs, the cool air hitting the wet spot of his briefs. You could see just how big he was even under the constricting fabric of his underwear. You had to fight the drool threatening to spill from your lips. As much as he enjoyed your ogling he had work to do, pushing aside the fly of his briefs to allow his cock to spring free. It was long, the tip red and wet with precum. Now free, he reached into your shorts, his intentions to rub your clit over your panties but he found that you weren't wearing any.

"If I didn't know any better I would think you were prepared for this to happen. No panties, baby? Fuck," his cold index finger slid down your slit, collecting your slick and rubbing slow circles across your clit. Your breath hitched, your body jumping up at the feeling of his digit teasing your velvety skin. His tongue poked out, wetting his lips, wanting nothing more but to be able to taste you. He didn't think he had that much time though, and he wouldn't be able to live with himself if you didn't cum on his cock. If Satoru wasn't feeling impatient enough before he really was feeling it now. His hand grabbed at the hem of your shorts, pulling them down. You adjusted to help him drag them all the way off, discarding them on the floor below.

"Gonna have to be good f'me," he told you, pulling you back into his lap, the hot tip of his cock now poking at your entrance. His grip tightened on your hips, wasting no time dragging you down onto his length. You gasped from the sudden pain of his dick stretching you out, and he shushed you the best he could. "M'sorry baby. There's no time. We have to be quick. You'll forgive me.. right?" his need was only growing. Your cunt gripped his cock, squeezing him in retaliation for bullying his way into you without preparation.

"'Toruuu," his name fell from your lips as he pulled out slowly, only to shove himself roughly back in. Your legs were spread wide to accommodate his thighs, allowing him to reach deep inside of you.

He soon set a rhythm with his hips, using his hands on your waist to help drag you up and down. Your top was still tucked under your breast, allowing Gojo to watch them bounce with each thrust of his hips. His teeth bit down on his lower lip, barely letting out needy moans as he took in how beautiful you looked in front of him. He was going to think about this forever. Your dripping pleasure coating his cock every time he pulled it out and how your face dusted red from the intense pleasure, lips forming a tight 'o'. He sucked in a tight breath, willing himself not to spill inside of you right then and there. He couldn't live with himself if you didn't finish first.

"You're s'wet. Mmph... sooo warm," his groans were high pitched and needy and everything you needed them to be. The sounds of skin slapping as he fucked into you and his high-pitched whimpers echoed off the walls of your living room. "Mmmm, Haah.." he couldn't hold back his sounds and you were glad he didn't. His need was obvious, he was unable to stay quiet from the feeling of you taking him so well. One hand moved down to tease your clit as he continued his assault on your puffy pussy. You were lost in the feeling of his cock stretching your gummy walls, hitting that spot deep inside you that had your back arching. You were so lost you didn't even notice headlights shining through the windows that overlooked the driveway.

"Fuck!" Satoru cried out, "Looks like we're gonna have to hurry baby. You gonna cum on my cock? We don't have much time," your body was alight with a pleasure you didn't recognize. Did you really enjoy the idea of getting caught?

Gojo knew he wasn't going to last long as he felt your walls flutter at his warning, wanting to curse you for being such a dirty girl. But you were his dirty girl, and you were going to cum and that fucking loser wasn't allowed to see it. "C'mon baby, haaaaahhh," he was so close, sweat dripping down his brow as his fingers on your clit sped up. He couldn't manage to draw circles anymore, only able to flick his two fingers as fast as he could against your sensitive nub. You didn't have time to process that you were coming, throwing your head back and moaning loudly as your gluey insides gripped onto his cock. He came too, moaning just as loudly, his sticky fluid coating your walls; dick twitching with each spurt of cum he released into you. Heavy footsteps on the porch joined the sounds of both of your releases.

𓂃⊹ ִֶָ

The door opened and you both greeted your friend as he placed the pizza on the coffee table in front of you. You managed to adjust your clothes in time and you were slightly out of breath from your hurried movements. Your friend looked at you, taking in your appearance. Your hair was tousled, lips wet, and cheeks dusted with a wild blush. You smiled sweetly to him, urging him to sit down next to you so you could all start the next movie. Gojo didn't bother to possessively pull you in - after all, his cum was leaking out of you at that very moment. Your friend's gaze was suspicious, unable to focus on helping you choose a movie. No - he was too focused trying to figure out if you had that bruise on your neck this whole time. He looked up to find Satoru watching him, the white haired devil shooting him a subtle wink when he met his cerulean eyes.

friends | haitani r.

haitani ran x fem!reader

summary: he shouldn’t have been so damn cocky when he told you not to go catching feelings for him.

genre: fwb to lovers, best friends to lovers

warnings: fem!reader, fwb tropes, semi-public sex, angry/jealous sex, degradation, car sex, UNEDITED

word count: 3.9k

notes: for @kshira​‘s FWB collab! :D 

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