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Warnings: smut, cockwarming, edging, smudge of angst, mentions of Bakugou, f reader x jealous Todoroki.〤 Minors DNI Word count: 2.4k

It wasn’t fair. This wasn’t at all fair, and it wasn’t your fault either. At least you didn’t think you did anything wrong. You didn’t expect for your usually soft-spoken, gentle boyfriend to be so upset with you the second you walked into your dorm. He was unusually quiet, more so than normal. When you had sat down next to him on the bed, you lay a gentle hand on his shoulder with a concerned frown. “Sho? Are you alright?” His eyes were covered from his bangs, the hand you placed on his shoulder coming up to gently scoop them out of his eyes, only then did he look up at you.

“No. Not really” He admitted coldly, his eyebrows furrowing as his hand found its place on your calf, his warm fingers slowly trailing down to grip your ankle. To be honest, you should have seen it coming when he yanked your leg, pulling you over into his lap. To say the sudden position flustered you was a bit of an understatement, but you were still concerned about your boyfriends sour expression. And you had yet to get an explanation. “What’s wrong? Tell me?”

You squirmed to get more comfortable in his lap, your hands now settled on his shoulders. Shoto sighed, as if in disappointment, and his own fingers curled around your waist, gently but firmly grasping your hips. “How do you not know, darling?” His voice was quiet, but stern as one hot, one cold hand slowly drifted downwards, slipping under your skirt and tracing the line of your lace panties.

As much as you tried to focus on what you could have done to emit such a reaction from your boyfriend, it was clear to you now that his intentions were not so innocent. “After all, it’s all your fault.” He admitted, though his eyes weren’t looking at you as he leaned up against the pillows on the bed. He was watching as his hand drifted to the front of your skirt, flipping it up over your hips. A small, content sigh fell past his lips and his eyebrows furrowed as he got a good look at the cute lace adorning your skin. You were just so pretty.

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The Prosperity and Fall

PART TWO

Warnings: bad bad bad memories, archons being dickheads, recalling of your death, more gore and blood, graphic descriptions of death, kidnapping, lots of swears, PTSD

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You spend the next week off of work over the toilet puking or in your bed sleeping. No matter how hard you try, you can’t keep anything other than jello and pineapple juice down, and, well, that doesn’t make for a good condition to come into work.

Your boss wishes you good health, understanding the severity of your sickness (even if she doesn’t understand the reasoning behind it) and even being nice enough to make those days paid-off-time. With a hoarse voice, you thanked her, hanging up the phone and immediately rushing to the toilet to dry-heave anything you consumed, though nothing but bile comes up your throat.

When you finally recover enough to do at-home work, your thoughts are filled with nightmares of the Archons, of Liyue and Mondstadt, of Inazuma’s citizens jeering at you. The experience in Teyvat renders you sleepless, and you even resort to visiting a psychiatrist to be prescribed sleeping aids. They do, but even they don’t provide more than a few hours of sleep every few days.

Eventually the nightmares back off to every couple of nights. You still don’t go to your actual workplace. Every time you think of doing so, the memory of rocks and sticks and stones and fruit pelting your back comes into mind. The front door shuts and your shoes come off; the tears fall and the sobs become louder.

You unsubscribed from any Genshin YouTubers, actually deleted your Twitter account, blocked Genshin TikTokers, stuffed the figurines in storage, almost refunded your purchases (before breaking down again at the error screen, you clicked the exit button on your browser and collapsed to the floor), and tossed anything Genshin-related.

And after a while, it starts to feel better. You start to feel more normal. You text your friends dumb memes, actually being able to laugh at them instead of staring at them blankly like you did months prior. They take you on small, short outings to nice restaurants that aren’t too crowded, and you enjoy yourself instead of being flooded with panic attacks.

Unbeknownst—and without a care in the world—to you, however, Teyvat is suffering.

—

“Klee, I can’t give you any more water. We’re almost out.”

“But—“

Albedo looks down at his sister, dark circles under his eyes, and sighs tiredly. He’s exhausted, and has been for months now. Mondstadt’s famine—no, Teyvat’s— has only gotten worse recently, and a drought has begun to plague the lands with no regard for its inhabitants. He’s been working for a while on a solution, but has yet to come up with one that actually works. Even those who were forgiven or ignored have been affected by the sheer severity of ofthe situation.

“Here. You can have the rest of mine.”

“Thank you, ‘bedo.”

Klee clutches the half-empty bottle tightly and scurries back off to her room, leaving Albedo to his thoughts.

Ever since They were executed by the Archons, quality of life has quickly declined to the point that it’s nigh impossible to survive if you don’t live in one of the main cities of the nations. Liyue, especially, has been affected, what with being the city that Their blood coated the streets in.

He thinks back to the horrific memory.

Unable to help Them any more without being jailed for high treason, Albedo watches from a back corner in Liyue’s darkened alleyways, shaking his head sadly.

Gods, what has this world come to?

He would ask the Archons for help, but they’re the ones executing the Divine One right before his eyes, by their own hands, in one of their own cities. It’s a useless hope, one that would only get him killed.

Albedo looks away as the execution begins. Small gasps and screams come from your mouth, followed by the cracking of your bones (to this, he winces, closing his eyes tightly). The smell of burning meat makes his nose wrinkle and his expression turns grim. He does not want to be here, but he doesn’t have an option; he was requested (demanded) to accompany the Acting Grand Master to the City of Contracts.

“Perish, mimic.”

The shing of the Electro Archon’s signature killing blow reaches Albedo’s ears, and he tries to block out the noise of the sword delving deep into your chest, carving your heart out as a trophy.

But the collective gasp from the surrounding crowd catches his attention.

His gaze, formerly trained down to his feet, flicks over to view Ei’s sword retracted from your rib cage, your heart impaled firmly on the blade, golden blood and arteries and all the things you should never see of yourself hanging off and dripping down to the street tiles.

The Archons look shocked at their actions, and all Albedo can do is focus on your face, expression turning from hurt to stunned to smiling maniacally.

He hears your giggle echo throughout the silent streets.

“Oh well. Better luck next time. Or not.”

And then you (your body, your shell, your dead self) drop to the ground, blood pouring from the cavity in your chest. It’s gold and silver and star-splattered, so you and everything you represent, and all anyone can do is stare.

There’s a sudden frenzied panic, an uproar, the crowd going insane at your death. Baal, Barbatos and Morax all try to recover your lifeforce, but it’s already far, far too late. Your body begins to disintegrate like the fallen Hilichurls or slimes do, fading into ashes to be carried away on the mourning wind.

All that’s left is a stain. A stain of sins. A stain of those who wronged you.

Albedo merely chuckles.

“I can’t say I didn’t warn you,” he murmurs to Jean, who watches the final specks of you fly away. “But of course, why would you listen to me?”

“Albedo,” she tries, but he cuts her off.

“And it’s your fault,” the alchemist spits with venom, entirely uncharacteristic of him, “that The Divine One is dead.”

Albedo slumps in his chair, paper discarded to the side. He knows it’s only a matter of time until everything that’s happening catches up to him and his sister, and that hourglass is losing its sand far too quickly for his liking.

He’s running out of time.

When was the last time he got sleep? A full meal? Anything of sustenance, for that matter?

Sustenance…

The alchemist jumps up from where he sits, almost shouting from the idea that pops in his mind.

Them! What if he brought Them back? Obviously, They didn’t know who They were, so there has to be a world where They came from!

Of course. Why didn’t he think of this earlier? It was so obvious!

Albedo spins around and rushes out of the Knights of Favonius Headquarters, being met with a grey, dead sky, but he ignores it, feet pounding the ground as he races towards where a certain Anemo Archon-turned-bard normally resides.

The familiar green outfit greets Albedo’s eyes on top of Venti’s statue, right where he thought the bard would be. Albedo waves at Venti frantically, motioning for him to come down; he does, greeting the alchemist with a slightly less cheery hello than he would have nine months earlier.

“I have—an idea,” Albedo pants, trying to catch his breath, “but I need your help, along with Morax’s and Baal’s.”

“Why?” Venti asks, raising an eyebrow. “What’s the idea?”

“Just trust me.”

—

A week later, three of the Seven are gathered around the Geo alchemist, talking amongst themselves quietly.

A door opens, revealing Jean, Eula, Kaeya, Lisa, Diluc and little Klee, who looks much more sickly than she did a week ago. Still, she cradles Dodoco sweetly in her arms.

“Did you tell them yet?” Jean asks. Albedo shakes his head in response, to which the five adults that just entered the room look confused at.

“Tell us what?”

Diluc is the one who speaks, crossing his arms.

“This seems a little suspicious and very… deceptive of you Knights, more so than usual.”

“Would you shut up for once about the Knights?” Jean hisses at Diluc, a glare accompanying her words. “This isn’t about our damn rivalry. It’s about the whole of Teyvat.”

That shuts the wine tycoon up, but not without a harrumph and a cross of his arms, followed by him glaring at the floor.

“Fine. What is this plan?”

“As you know, the Divine One was executed—“ The Archons wince at this. “—around nine months ago, and as you also know, Teyvat has fallen into ruin because of it. I propose that we bring them back.”

“Necromancy? My, I never thought the Chief Alchemist of the Knights of Favonius would be into that sort of thing,” Lisa says, flipping absentmindedly through her catalyst; instead of the Oathsworn Eye it normally would be, it’s a mere Apprentice’s Notes, but it still makes for a good light reading. “Still, do go on.”

“No, not necromancy. Otherworldly travel.”

That gets the witch’s attention, along with everyone else (sans Klee, who has fallen asleep, snoring softly).

“Other worlds?”

Kaeya this time. The Khaenri’ahn seems intrigued by the prospect, with being friends with the Traveler and all.

“Yes, other worlds. My theory is that They came from another world, hence why They didn’t know of the status that They held here, and also why no memories came to Their mind.” Albedo pauses to clear his throat. “I need a few witnesses to my little test, should it result in a catastrophic failure, or if it results in a success.”

The atmosphere of the room seems to shift a bit, hope returning into the eyes of the people within its confines.

So, with everyone seemingly on board, Albedo begins to explain the full extent of his plan and the process behind it, gesturing to the Seven while speaking. The gods look a bit scared in their own immortal way, but the same hope that filled the Knights’ (and Diluc’s) eyes begins to stand stony behind their gazes.

“You think there’s a chance that… we’ll be okay again?”

Ei’s voice is weak, a shock to all in the room but Albedo himself.

“Yes.”

“And if this doesn’t work?”

Kaeya.

Albedo stays silent at that.

“I need a sliver of your power from your Gnosis, each of you. Yes, I am aware that you no longer hold possession of them, but there is still a small bit of stored power left in your bodies. I need it.”

Venti’s eyes widen momentarily before settling back down, expression fading into determined confidence.

“And you.” Albedo turns to the Knights and Diluc. “I need a touch of your element, all of you. Barbara was kind enough to give me some of hers, and I already have the essence of a Dendro slime, so we don’t have to worry about that.”

“How is this going to work? Do you even have a plan?” Eula asks, leaning on her claymore.

Albedo sighs and pinches his nose at the demanding questions from the Spindrift Knight. Of course she of all people would be the one to question and potentially hinder his plan.

“Don’t ask questions.”

She grumbles but obliges, summoning a small Cryo blade; the others follow suit with their own element, solidifying it into reality before handing the essences over to the Chief Alchemist.

Albedo then turns to the Archons, who each hold an orb of their respective element in their palms. It glows brighter than the Vision wielders’ elements, but nonetheless, they are all beautiful.

“Let us begin.”

—

“Fuck!”

The mouse in your right hand slams down on the table when your computer freezes up for the third time today. Of course Microsoft’s software decides to be picky when you have a very important deadline looming right over your head. Why wouldn’t it?

“Come on, you stupid piece of shit, work!”

But alas, Word is still frozen in time, your computer’s fans kicking on to account for the additional strain on it.

You slump back in your chair with a loud huff. Great. Why wouldn’t your literally-just-bought computer work? Of course, it’s stupid piece of shit—

The monitor suddenly bluescreens and begins to glow really, really brightly, much brighter than it should.

“What the hell?”

The fans whir faster, spinning into overdrive, and the glow only gets brighter.

Is my computer going to blow up? Dammit, I’m out of here, I can just tell HR I need a tablet or something—

Just as you’re about to exit the room to complain toyour boss, everything goes dead silent.

Then an ‘oof’ comes from behind you, followed by three more thuds that sound suspiciously like something living hitting the ground.

“Your Grace?”

That voice…

You freeze in your tracks, not daring to look at who you swear to the gods you left behind in that hellscape. Memories flood your head, ones you tried to repress and thought you did so.

Apparently not.

“Your Grace…?”

A different voice this time, the one that sucked the air out of your lungs, and you sense a third and even a fourth presence behind you, slowly standing up and brushing themselves off.

You slowly turn around, facing the three Archons and Albedo himself, each looking extremely relieved to see you alive and well. Their faces display exhaustion, stress and sleeplessness; for what, you don’t know.

“Get away from me.”

The voice that comes from your lips is steady save for a small quaver in the underlying tone.

“Thank goodness you’re alive!” Ei exclaims, tears beginning to gather at the corners of her eyes. “You—we—“

“I said, get away from me.”

The Electro Archon freezes up at your tone, ceasing her slow approach to your figure, which, unbeknownst to them, is grabbing your phone and preparing to dial 9-1-1, also digging the small switchblade you always carry out of your pocket.

Those self-defense lessons and weapons training sessions? Yeah, you picked those up fourfold after the event happened.

Albedo tries to get closer to you, to which you flick the blade out, threatening to stab him if he gets any closer. The alchemist looks stunned at your willingness to potentially injure him, and stops in his tracks before you get a chance to.

“You are going to get away from me.”

“Your—“

“Don’t fucking call me that,” you spit with poisonous malice. “You lost that right when you executed me after hunting me down over all of fucking Teyvat, all because I shared the same damn face as your stupid fucking god.”

The other hand, the one holding your phone, holds down the home button to summon your assistant.

“Assistant, call 9-1-1–“

Venti makes a grab for the device, but it’s already dialed, and you’re running to the bathroom to lock the door.

“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?”

“Hi, yes there are four strangers in my house that are saying I’m their god and are trying to kidnap me. Please send the cops!”

“What? C—ould you repeat that?” The line goes staticky for a moment, then returns to normal.

“Four strangers are in my house and are saying I’m their deity.” Your voice goes deadpan.

A bang comes from the locked door behind you, but you press back against it, checking that you still hold your blade tightly.

“Alright, we’re sending the police to your location. They’ll be there in about ten minutes, okay honey?”

“Okay, thank you.” A quaver shakes the underlying monotone of your voice.

“Can you stay on the line for me?”

“I can try—“

The bang that rattles the wood scares the shit out of you, and you feel the lock begin to jiggle.

Your phone suddenly shuts off, sparks coming from the charging port; frantically pressing the power button, you curse, dropping the now-useless device on the white tile. Guess it’s up to your little trusty knife to defend you now.

Until then, though, you have to stall for time.

Nine minutes.

“Please, Your Grace!” Venti begs, his voice muffled from the wooden barrier separating you two. “Teyvat is dying!”

“I don’t give a fuck!” you yell back, grunting as the door rattles hard again. “Where were you when I was dying? Oh, yeah, you’re the ones that KILLED ME!”

Eight minutes.

“The Abyss is getting worse!”

“I don’t fucking care! Fuck you! I’m not coming with you!”

“Please…”

Albedo speaks this time, who, unbeknownst to you, has begun to pick the doorknob’s lock silently, trying to get it open so that they can bring you back to Teyvat.

You laugh. “Blondie, I ain’t goin’ with ya just because you were nice to me. Go to hell!”

Seven damn minutes.

The lock rattles hard, unlocking; you panic and grab the knob, trying desperately to prevent it from turning and opening.

You’re successful in your endeavors, but look around for a weapon to defend yourself with that will give you a bit more range than the blade in your other hand. Alas, there is nothing (other than a toilet brush, but that’s flimsy plastic and will probably break if you so much as look at it for too long).

The doorknob turns more to the left.

Six minutes.

“Your Grace, please. Think reasonably.”

You snort at Zhongli’s words and the irony of the situation; him, one of your three murderers, trying to kidnap you, telling you to be reasonable.

Yeah. If that’s their ‘reasonable’, you’d rather be crazy in their eyes.

Five minutes. Dammit time, hurry up!

The seconds on the clock seem to taunt you relentlessly, tick-tick-ticking away at your sanity.

The door slams open, knocking you onto your back with a loud thump and a pained groan; you scramble to get your bearings, fumbling for your knife, which was knocked out of your hand when your head hit the ground. Dizzy, your eyes meet blonde hair and blue eyes reaching down to grab you.

In a panic, you kick your leg out, landing a hit to Albedo’s gut. He stumbles backwards, caught off guard for a moment, but regains his senses when Zhongli asks him if he’s okay.

“Please, Your—“

“Fuck off.”

The knife has returned to your hands. You glance up.

Four minutes.

You can already faintly hear the sirens closing in on your location; now it’s just a matter of frantically stalling for time.

“Your Grace, if you don’t cooperate with us, we will have to resort to… more unpleasant methods, and I really don’t want to.” It’s Zhongli who speaks this time, his voice hardening. “So, if you would kindly come with us, we will not have to use these methods.”

Geo essence begins to line under his eyes, reminding you that, even if he is retired, he’s still a damn Archon, even in your mortal world.

Three minutes.

“Time will not go by at all while you are gone, if that is what you’re worried about.”

“No!” You snap. “What I’m worried about is bein’ ripped right from my world into the hands of my goddamn murderers when I’m just recovering!”

You yank your shirt up, showcasing the death scar that stands out, white contrasting brightly against the rest of your skin, which is also marked with smaller, but no less traumatizing marks; lightning marrs your ribs, earth scars your arms, and the whipping of the wind left slashes against the bones of your hips.

“You fucking traumatized me, and all because I looked like your so-called ‘Divine One’. And, yet…” Your voice drops an octave, chuckling darkly. “—and yet, you expect me to forgive you, to allow myself to be dragged back into the world that is punishing you!”

Two minutes.

That’s the final straw for them; all of them (sans Albedo) have tears in their eyes, but apparently their sympathy isn’t enough to stop Venti from grabbing you and dragging you, kicking and screaming, into his arms, passing you over to Albedo. He strokes your hair as you sob loudly.

“You will be treated like the god you are.”

One minute.

“But…” you sniffle. “I don’t want to go back.”

“I know, dearest one.”

The world suddenly warps violently, and all you know is the void.

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𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒖 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖

𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: 𝑨𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝒔𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒊𝒕 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏. 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓.

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝑽𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒎, 𝒎𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒏 𝒂𝒖, 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒙 (𝒇𝒆𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒄), 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆, 𝒔𝒆𝒙 𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝒅𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒅, 𝒗𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒙, 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌 (𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒅) 𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐, 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒙, 𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒑 (𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 27, 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝒊𝒔 21 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒔 22), 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒖, 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆, 𝒎𝒙𝒇𝒙𝒎, 𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆

𝑨/𝑵: 𝒔𝒐 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒚 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒖 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄 (𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑳𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒘) 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕

𝑾𝑪: 10.9𝑲 (𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑰 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒂 𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒍)

𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐'𝒔 𝑯𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑳𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆✯

𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚❤︎

Embarrassed.

You experience this while sitting on your bed behind the curtain, holding one of your dildos. You were struggling to process what had just transpired while exhaling heavily and deeply.

“Why are you hiding, Mrs. Sakamoto?”

Why did he even try to communicate with you? Did he not humiliate you enough? you asked yourself the questions as you grabbed your wet towel on your bed.

“Come on, the show was only beginning. We want to watch you squirt on that machine once more, so come back,” he teased. “I had no idea you could squirt that much.”

You responded, wiping the sweat that was dripping from your forehead, "That would be improper Gojo-kun."

"How so," the friend enquired. "How is it improper? Aren't you the one that left your windows slightly open? It appears as though you wanted to be observed.”

You said, "No!" as you pulled back the curtain to reveal your neighbour, Gojo Satoru, a young man of 21 years, smiling broadly and staring directly at you. "The place was simply warm and I wanted some air,"

Geto Suguru, Gojo's friend, replied, placing his palm on his back, "I would be really astounded if it wasn't." The 22-year-old grinned as he saw you once more hide behind your curtains. “After all that squirting and crying, the room had to eventually become warm, right?”

You stammered, trying to further distance yourself from them, "N-no." You felt so foolish, my God. Why did you act rashly tonight? Were you really that desperate for your dildo machine to fuck you with your dildo that you forgot to close your windows?

Fuck, this was a whole fucking mess.

And to make matters worse, your neighbours started to settle in on the windowsills while they waited for you to get back to your place, which was on your knee, your ass spread wide, and your sex machine fucking your soaked pussy with your dildo.

“Come back, Mrs. Sakamoto, we want to hear your pretty moans once again,” Gojo urged with a hint of humour.

Geto remarked, "We want to watch you cream all over that gorgeous pink dildo you've got in your hands."

You addressed him with, "That indecent Geto-kun." "My husband wouldn't appreciate it if he found out that I saw you two staring at me," You said.

Gojo laughed as he threw his head back at this. Geto quickly adopted after. You were perplexed as to what exactly made what you just stated amusing. If your spouse found out, they may face terrible consequences, as you are aware. So why were they laughing?

“What husband?” Gojo enquired while laughing more. You peeked out from behind the drapes to take in his face. “You mean your absent-minded hubby, right?”

Geto answered, "I guess she meant her husband that fucks another lady inside their bedroom every other weekend," in response. You scowled when you noticed that they were both laughing again. “Her unfaithful spouse, who prefers stray pussies to his gorgeous wife's pretty and fat pussy.”

"I believe she is aware of that. If she didn't, wouldn't she be engaging in sexual activity with her husband instead of that sex machine?" Gojo enquired of his friend.

Geto said, before turning to gaze at you, "I think so." He swept his long, black mane behind his back while you watched, then looked into your eyes. “Look, honey, I'm not trying to be disrespectful or anything, but to be quite honest, I couldn't give a damn if you went ahead and told that little husband of yours that you caught us staring at his wife.”

Gojo leaned his hand on his knee and looked at you, saying, "He's right, mama." He observed your severe frown. He was beginning to regret bringing up your cheating husband in that way. You obviously already knew this. But with him being so young and having such an immature, mocking, and domineering attitude, all he needed to say was something to get you angry. To witness you stuff your fat pussy with that toy once more, he had to say something. "Right now, we just want to see you squirt all over your toy.”

You finally shut your curtains in their faces and yelled, "Fuck you both." How could they bring up such a sensitive subject. You were unaware that they were aware your husband was an adulterer. However, they had no right to put your affairs in your face in that manner. With you, they've gone too far. They have the arrogance to treat you with such disrespect after having already embarrassed, humiliated, and shamed you. You're not sure if you'll be able to talk to them the same way you used to after what just happened.

You enjoyed having them as neighbours and thought they were great company. Despite the fact that they occasionally acted touchy and flirtatious. But after what happened tonight, you're no longer so confident about them.

You gently got out of bed to take apart the machine, sighing loudly as you did so. After finishing that, you hid the device in your closet behind a pair of your old shoes. You quickly collected up your toys and tucked them away in your drawer before rushing to the bathroom to take a shower.

You took your time getting ready and bathed as you pondered what just happened. You were having so much fun playing around with yourself when you heard a male moan followed by a mutter, "If she keeps squirting like that, I know I'm going to cum in my pants.”

“Fuck. Look how lovely her pussy is. To be that damn toy," you overheard someone else say. You can still picture your young neighbours Gojo and Geto looking at you from their window while biting their lips when you turn around.

Never before in your life have you hid so quickly. You felt humiliated because they witnessed you enjoying yourself via their window. The fact that you saw them peering out your window humiliated you even more.

You were angry with them for treating you so disrespectfully. It's possible that you treated them too leniently or that you failed to put any restrictions for them. Perhaps they thought it was okay to speak to you in such an arrogant manner because of how relaxed you appeared to be around them. They were 6 years your junior. Consequently, you had assumed that they would regard you in some way. But your assumptions were incorrect.

What are you going to do now?

Meanwhile…

As he bounced back inside his bedroom and regarded his friend, Gojo grinned to himself. “We made a mistake, didn't we?”

“You think?” Geto laughed as he pulled a cigarette out of his pocket. “Tomorrow, we should apologise,” he said in a grave manner.

“What do you apologise for?” Gojo questioned as he observed Geto also take out a lighter from his pocket. “I won't apologise for looking, I promise.”

"I'm not referring to that moron. We need to apologise for what we said about her husband. The neighbourhood knows of her husband's adulterous activities, but we had no right to publicly shame her,” Geto stated to his close friend. “I get that we were having fun teasing her, but we went a little too far.”

Gojo let out a small sigh in recognition that his best friend had spoken the truth. Tomorrow, they have to make it up to you. In either direction. "Okay, then."

…

Since the incident, a few days had gone by, and Gojo and Geto still hadn't had a chance to apologise to you. Or perhaps it appeared more like you were trying to avoid them.

Every time they would emerge from their home to speak with you, you swiftly went back inside. You stopped giving them your homemade meals and pastries. You even blocked calls from your number to theirs. The window to your bedroom had been permanently closed off from their view.

Though they were aware of your anger at what had transpired, they hadn't counted on you to be this angry. They were starting to regret what they had said to you. They detest the manner in which you currently handle them. They were eager to win back your favour, but they needed to find a strategy for winning your forgiveness for what they had said to you.

So after another few days of planning and putting everything together, the Friday evening of the same week was when they decided that they were going to get you to forgive them no matter what.

Friday Evening…

Your husband's daughter Akio was staring at you on the phone and asked, "He's gone again isn't he?”

“Yes, he claimed he needed to travel to Peru for work, but I know he's lying. He's dragging that chick on vacation,” you retorted with a heaving sigh.

Your stepdaughter groaned loudly as well before grinning dejectedly at you. “I'm sorry you had to deal with this mum.”

"Mum? Stop calling that. Keep in mind that I am around 4 years younger than you. I'd really like it if you called me Y/N," you grinned at her.

“Never in a million years, mum,” chuckled Akio. You shook your head at her and laughed. “I'll call you in the morning.”

You said, "Okay sweetie," and hung up. You had a great love for Akio. At first, you were taken aback by how encouraging she was of your bond with her father. And you were appreciative of that. Additionally, you were even more appreciative that she was there to console you whenever her father felt the need to cheat on you. She was there for you whenever you needed a friend.

"All right, put Ashai Y/N out of your mind. Right now, your husband is not worthy of any of your thoughts,” you declared as you got up from your couch and walked to the kitchen. “It's time to prepare dinner. And then I can have a little fun tonight.”

A seafood paella may be nice. Inquiring, you asked. You went to get the supplies out of the cupboard and refrigerator. And then you soon began to cook. You heard a knock on your front door while you were making a stock for the rice.

You yelled out, "Who is it?" but got no response. Once more, you heard a knock. You asked, "Who's it?"

After a brief period of silence, the familiar voice "It's us Y/N" could be heard. Before returning to your dinner, you rolled your eyes and sighed deeply. Right now, you lack the energy to deal with them two. After all, you're still angry with them for the things they said to you that evening.

Gojo sighed loudly and then knocked on your door again from behind the locked door of your house.” Come on Mrs. Sakamoto, we just want to apologise for what we said to you that night.”

You rolled your eyes at them and said, "Oh really now."

"It was wrong of us to treat you with such disdain that evening. The initial tease was amusing, but we went a bit too far and would like to apologise,” Geto stated.

You said nothing in response to their apology. “Mrs. Sakamoto, please just come out and talk to us. I can smell your cooking from outside. We won’t leave until you come out and talk to us. We’ll sleep on your doorstep if we have to,” Gojo said while knocking at your door.

“Come on out Mrs. Sakamoto,” Geto called.

You sighed loudly as you rested your chopping knife on your cutting board and matched over to your front door. You yanked your front door open to see your young neighbours Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru standing there with a bouquet of flowers in their hands.

They watched as you folded your arms over your chest as you stared up at them. “If I accept your apology, will you leave my home?”

They shook their heads no and walked inside your home uninvited. You sighed heavily, like you said once before you did not have the energy to deal with them. So without another thought you went back to the kitchen to prepare your paella.

They were seated around the kitchen island and they observed as you minced your sausages and veggie spices before turning their attention to cleaning the shrimp, mussels, and clams. "Smell good, Mrs. Sakamoto. What's on the menu?”

You just replied, "Seafood Paella," gathering all the ingredients into a big bowl.

Gojo moaned, "I can already taste it on my tongue." Gojo stood up from his chair and walked cautiously up to your stove. “Oh, Su, it's so lovely.”

You stepped towards Gojo and pushed him away from the stove while complaining, "Can you move."

He protested, "Come on, I just want to see what smells so nice." You let out a long sigh and turned your back on him.

“Sato, enough already. Remember that we came here to apologise? We really aren't here to irritate her.” Gojo rolled his eyes since he knew his best friend was correct. "I am aware of the delicious aroma of the meal, and I am also certain that she will invite her charming and attractive neighbours to join her for dinner. Let's simply sit and behave for the time being.”

“Ugh, fine,” Gojo mumbled as he sat back down on the stool around the kitchen island. “By the way Mrs. Sakamoto we’re really sorry for what we said that night though.”

Geto took the bouquets in his hands and said, "Yeah, we really are, and I hope these flowers can also serve as a part of our apology." He then got out of his chair, walked over to where you were, and handed you the flowers.

While taking the flowers out of his hand, you sighed quietly. “Thank you; nevertheless, just because I've forgiven you doesn't mean I'll absolve you.”

“Huh?” Geto said as he regarded you in complete bewilderment.

You placed the flowers on the counter, then returned to preparing the rest of your supper. "You didn't apologise for observing me that night," you added.

“But why would we?” You gave Gojo a dirty look as he inquired.

“Satoru?” Geto cautioned.

“What? Simply put, I'm curious." He questioned, "Why should we apologise? I won't apologise for staring at you, I promise. I mean, you looked great doing it, and I wouldn't mind seeing you do it again."

His words slightly burned your cheeks, but you didn't let it get to you. “Just be quiet so I can concentrate on preparing my meal. Or else tonight's paella will be burned for you both.”

“Yes, ma'am,” Gojo responded. They both remaining silent for the remainder of the time made you glad. You used the quiet period to gather your thoughts. It was pleasant having someone around to keep you company while your husband was away with a lady who wasn't you.

It was lovely to have them over to keep you company, even though you were still a little pissed off with them. In the end, they were both hilarious, understood how to have a good time, and could carry on a great conversation.

Despite all of that, you were unsure of how to engage them in a typical discussion now that they had witnessed what they weren't allowed to. We do understand. You should have closed your windows instead of acting carelessly. And upon more reflection, you realised that it was entirely their fault for staring. Just consider it: they're young college boys who probably wouldn't pass up the chance to see a naked woman. And honestly, you felt some sort of emotion since they didn't pass up the chance to glance at you.

You told them, "Dinner's ready."

“Should I pick up our regular plates?” Geto asked as he came up behind you.

“Yes, upper shelves,” came the reply. “Please take the drink out of the refrigerator, Gojo-kun.”

He said, "Ok mommy," rising from his chair and moving toward the refrigerator.

You muttered under your breath, "Please, stop calling me mommy. You sound just like my step daughter."

“Never in a million years,” he laughed. You gave him a sidelong glance and then flipped the flame underneath the pot.

Geto presented you with his dish and said, "Here Mrs. Sakamoto." You shared his dinner on his plate and then gave it back to him, grinning a little. After that, he handed you Gojo's plate. Before giving it back to Geto, you shared his meal. Finally, you distribute your meal before proceeding to the kitchen island.

Gojo reached for the glass cups and set them down next to the juice on the table. They each said, "Itadakimasu," and made a small bow before diving into their meal.

Geto took a bite of the shrimp and remarked, "Wow, this is very good.

Gojo hummed in agreement as he drank the clam juice and then shoved a spoonful of rice into his lips. He ate his meal, wiggling his body like a young child, and you laughed.

You grabbed a napkin that was already on the table and wiped the corner of his lips while saying, "You're creating a mess, Gojo-kun."

He licked his lips and remarked, "I'm sorry, but the food tastes incredibly great."

“It's true, Mrs. Sakamoto, your husband is slacking off on this delectable lunch,” Geto added. He noticed the brief grimace that crossed your face before a false grin swiftly concealed it.

“Thank you; I'm happy you like it.” For the remainder of the meal, everyone ate quietly. Gojo offered to do the dishes after you had finished eating while Geto cleared the table. Even though you urged them not to worry about it, they persisted in doing it.

They insisted that it was simply another way for them to express their regret. The room fell silent as you all worked to clean the kitchen area. It was a very nice silence until someone interrupted it.

“Mrs. Sakamoto, where is your husband at the moment?” Geto inquired abruptly, folding the towels he had used to clean the table before coming over to you.

“Why do you want to know that?” you snarkily questioned.

“Answer a question with a question, Mrs. Sakamoto, not cool,” he chuckled. Simply rolling your eyes, you ignored him. “I guess I'm curious to some extent.”

“Why?” you asked.

"Well, I want to know why in the name of God on earth would a man neglect such a beautiful woman as yourself." You could feel the heat rising across your cheeks as you looked up at him.

“N-na-nani?”

"I'm curious—did you do something wrong? How come he won't make love to you? Why must you have sex with a sex device?” You were being moved toward the kitchen counter as he asked while doing so slowly. When your hands made touch with the cold, wet, marble counters, you gasped. “You had to irritate him somehow.”

"I concur, I do. A man wouldn't betray his wife if there was no good cause to." Gojo added as he came up to both Geto and you. You looked up at them and started whimpering. Their piercing gaze made you feel tiny. And it's a shame that despite the fact that you are older than them, they still make you feel so little.

When Geto questioned you and you didn't answer, he pushed your head back and curled his fingers under your chin to cause a sensation. “I asked you a question, Y/N.”

You've known your extremely attractive neighbours for years, and not once have they used your first name in conversation. You were typically referred to as mama or mommy by Gojo while Mrs. Sakamoto by Geto. You had goosebumps, though, as you heard him say your name like it belonged there.

You stumbled and tried to divert your head away from his stare, "It's none of your business," you said. After giving you a tongue click, he squeezed your chin harder to keep you gazing at him.

Gojo rubbed the soft skin of your cheeks with the back of his hand and said, "I suppose you're correct. Your business is not our business.”

“I just don't see why a man would cheat on a woman like you,” Geto countered.

"A woman exactly like me. What does that actually mean?” You grunted.

Geto's face brushed into yours, and a sly grin spread across it. “He has a gorgeous wife who, in my opinion, has a beautiful figure as well as a wonderful personality.”

Gojo hummed "Mhm" in agreement. “Beautiful body, for sure. You have the loveliest ass and the most gorgeous boobs.”

“Don't forget about that fat, wet, squirting pussy she's got there,” Geto said. Your whimpering became considerably louder as your body began to tremble. “If I were your husband, I wouldn't dare to be unfaithful to you. I would rather fuck you every day. Your pussy deserves an actual cock. Not a machine-attached, plastic dildo. We could offer you that cock, if you'd want.”

Gojo said, pulling his hand away from your face to play with your hair, "Mhm, mama, you deserve better than him." They could clearly see that you were trembling. Their recent conversation with you had an effect on you. You didn't know what it was; perhaps your husband's neglect of you was the root of it. But all of a sudden, your body felt warm.

“As I'm sure you're aware, Y/N, Toru, and I have been keeping a watchful eye on you. You recall the day you came over to our place with freshly baked cookies while wearing a short summer dress.” Geto let go of your chin and placed both of his hands on your hips. "We've been watching you since that day," he muttered. "Y/N, you got our attention. We need you.”

Now that was something new. You were unaware that these two were drawn to you. It would make sense, though, given what you've just realised, why they always want your company.

It was understandable why Gojo would openly flirt with you in front of your spouse and why Geto would touch you in places that only your husband could touch. such as your hip or the area of your back that sits right below your ass. It also clarified why they were unafraid to converse with you in the manner that they do. You've never given it this much attention before, but they've admitted that they need you now. There was nothing else for you but to think about it.

A hand brushed up your exposed thighs, interrupting your ponderous thoughts. “That night, I know we couldn’t resisted you when we watched you having sex with the dildo machine. As I sat there and observed your pleasure, all I could think about was how much more efficient I am than a machine,” Gojo whispered in your ear. "We could fuck you so much better than that sex machine. Mama, we could make you squirt much more. I am aware that it has been a while since you last experienced a real cock within your pussy. For you, I would give my cock. Geto would undoubtedly love giving you his cock. What do you think, mama? Would you like to be fucked by our cocks?”

You clenched your thighs together and muttered, "Th-that would be wrong, Gojo-kun.” It wouldn't take long for you to become a sweaty, hot mess if they kept whispering dirty comments to you like this.

“Eh? It’s not though. I mean if your husband is cheating on you, wouldn’t you want to do the same to him?” Gojo asked,

You muttered, "Two wrongs don't constitute a right.” The hand on your thigh moved up even more until it was resting directly below your ass. “Cheating is improper.”

“It is, but we’re offering you a good time, so come on, what’s the harm in that?” Gojo asked. “Just give us a chance to rock your world tonight and many other nights that are yet to come.”

“So how about it, Y/n?” Geto asked as he placed a kiss on your cheek.

Their offer sounds a bit tempting. God what were you going to do.

…

You didn’t know how you ended up like this, but it was too late to turn back now.

A soft moan escaped your lips when you felt Gojo’s lips working themselves along the side of your neck - gently sucking on your skin while his hands massaged your boobs. “Shit,” you whispered when he bit and sucked into your skin - pulling the flesh between his teeth and groaning at how sweet you tasted for him.

The soft sounds that left your lips made their cocks twitch with excitement. “Your moans are even prettier to hear up close,” Geto whispered as he hooked his fingers under your chin and turned your face towards his.

"Geto-kun," you mumbled. The corner of his mouth twisted up into a smile as he slowly drew his lips up to yours. He kissed you in the manner in which your spouse had never kissed you—that is, softly, lovingly, moistly, passionately, and breathily. He wasn't attempting to win the argument; instead, he wanted to draw you together and share a single breath, feeling, or eternal and passionate moment. Your cheeks began to heat up as his tongue stroked them in a swift, thrilling, and delicious manner. Later, he developed a tougher, more persistent tongue that was more enthused by the fire within and more interested in finding the mysterious molten fire that flowed through both of them.

Gojo muttered as he pulled away from your neck, "I'm becoming jealous, mommy, I want a kiss too.” His fingers tightened around your chin, yanked you away from Geto, and his lips struck yours violently, as if he were attempting to flatten and obliterate your mouth. With your mouth open and tongue slicing through his tight-gritted teeth to the moist interior, you retreated with hunger. You tightened your hold on his head, as if to prevent him from escaping, and his smooth skin scraped against her supple cheeks. Your tongues sparred back and forth like wrestlers, each attempting to pin the other, as you moved your mouth against his.

Gojo gave you a few quick lip licks before he pulled away, leaving a trail of saliva connecting your lips to his. He watched as you gasped for air and then opened your eyes to face him. He gives them a tight squeeze as his hands move from your thighs to your breast. Geto smiled at your weak attempt to hold back a loud moan by biting your lips. “Can I see your pretty tits, mama?” Gojo asked as he placed a kiss on your cheek.

You reached for him, pulled him down so you could kiss him again, and you gave him a nice head shake. Gojo smiled against your lips, reaching up to rip your shirt open. Your nipples had become firm, and you gasped when the chilly air hit them. “Oh fuck,” Geto whispered. The rest of your clothing was strewn over the sofa as Gojo withdrew from you. You swivelled your head from one face to the other to observe how both of them bit into their lips as they leisurely admired your boobs. Geto hummed as he started to fondle your left boob with his palm, saying, "So soft."

"So perfect.” Gojo mumbled, dipping his head to take your nipple in his mouth, "Too bad Mr. Sakamoto won't get to play with mommy's tits again.” You felt him wrap his wet tongue around your breast and gently bite it with his teeth, which made you scream and arch into his mouth. He sucked and savoured the flavour of your soft boobs as you watched with blushes burning with embarrassment. And as you listened to him more, you became even more aroused. Your pussy was starting to get wet.

Geto yanked Gojo's head from your nipple and hurriedly hoisted you up in his arms, "Satoru, let's take Y/N to her room."

You struggled to get out of his grasp, pleading, "Wait no, don't go to my room."

As he ascended the stairs with you, Geto grinned, and Gojo followed. He reached the top of the stairs and strolled down the corridor towards your room, asking, "Why not? Y/N, got something inside you don't want us to see."

And just as you were going to respond, Gojo approached you both and shoved open your bedroom. As they cautiously entered your room, you quickly buried your face in Geto's chest. “Wow, mommy, you were planning on having a good time tonight, weren't you?” Gojo teased.

“Right, Satoru, it's a good thing we arrived.” You heard Geto saying from above you, "She won't have to fuck herself with that machine anymore.” You were so mortified that they had to see that you had your toy out for some self-indulgent play tonight. God, you were mortified. Why did you consent to allow them to have sex with you?

Your thoughts were interrupted as Geto threw you on your bed and then walked out of the room. Gojo took up your device and dragged it closer to the bed as you looked in terror. “It would be entertaining to watch this machine screw you up close. But I believe I would rather stick my cock in you.”

“Agreed.” As he climbed onto the bed and In order for you to lie down between his legs, Geto gently pulled you. He then said, "Move that item into the closet.” Gojo followed instructions, pulled his shirt off over his head, climbed up onto the bed, and hung over you.

Gojo kissed your lips again and then moved his hand to push open the button on your shorts, saying, "You look delicious mama." After finishing that, he snagged his fingers inside the shorts and tugged them down your legs with your soaked underwear. You observed Gojo throw your clothing upon the ground. He put his hand on your knees and gradually spread your legs apart. He grinned. "Wow mama, what is this?" Gojo raised your legs and pressed them up to your chest while he questioned.

“What is it?” Geto asked with genuine curiosity on his face. Although you were perplexed as well, when you felt him tug at the thing that had been plucked from inside your ass, you suddenly had a flashback. You were conscious of placing a buttplug inside your ass earlier today. Just before your stepdaughter called, you managed to forget that you had it in you. How did you not feel it inside of you? Only God knows.

Gojo was still grinning at you and said, "Su, come have a look at this." Geto moved his body out from under you before hovering above you.

You responded in embarrassment, "No don't look," and you pushed him away. But you couldn't push him because of his size. You screamed, "Don't look," but it was already too late.

Before circling to slap your left ass cheek, Geto sang, "Now this is what I like to see." He spanked your right ass cheek and stated, "A nice pussy on display with a pretty anal plug, plugged into a beautiful ass." Each time he spanked your ass, you let out a moan.

Right now, your mind was so blank that you couldn't think. Geto smacked you once more before coming back to sit behind you, which caused tears to start streaming down your cheeks. "Mama, I want to see you squirt. I'm curious how many times we can get you to squirt before we let you have our cocks,” Gojo remarked as he kissed your thighs and then lowered your legs onto the bed.

You whimpered, "Please, no.”

“Why don't we investigate?” Geto questioned as he raised you into his lap and then opened your legs widely.

"Gojo-Kun, Geto-kun, don't do it, please.” You beg, "It'll hurt.” Your plea, however, was ignored when Gojo placed his fingers against your slick, pussy lips.

“We're aware, mama,” Gojo stated as he slowly caressed your slick-coated clit in slow and gentle circles. "And that's the fun part. It's time to stop being formal and start using our real names, I believe.”

Geto put his hand around your neck and yanked your head back onto his shoulders, saying, "Now repeat after me. Sa-to-ru and Su-gu-ru.”

You sobbed, shaking your head, "No."

"That's OK. Geto grinned down at you and added, "We'll have you chanting our name in no time."

Gojo continued, "We will," while further pressing his finger into your clit.

…

This is utterly, totally, and totally wrong. You curled up into Geto’s lap as he held you tightly against his chest as Gojo inserted two large digits into your moist pussy. Gojo urged, "Come on, mommy, give it to me," and quickly pushed his fingers in and out of you while his thumb stroked your clit.

You screamed, "Ugh, fuck," as your walls stretched around his fingers and you tried to close your legs, but Geto's strength made it feel nearly impossible. Your lungs felt constrictive as you frantically gasped for air. Your hips slightly rose off the bed and you humped his fingers that were tightly tucked inside your pussy. You shrieked when you felt Gojo's fingers stroking against the soft, spongy area inside your vagina, "Fuck, don't touch there!"

Gojo continued to assault the area with his fingers while grinning. “Oh my god, Mama.” Gojo licked his lips and marvelled at how you creamed around his fingers. "Look at how wet your pussy is," he remarked. It was quite a sight to watch how much your pussy was dripping. The sight of your dripping pussy was doing so much for him and his best friend; they wanted to feel your tight pussy wrapped around their cocks while they repeatedly made you cum around them.

Another throaty groan escaped your lips as he pulled his fingers out of you and whacked your puffed-up clit, and your thighs started to tremble. He inserted his fingers inside your warm pussy, his fingers' tips probed even further inside of you, tickling that gooey area. You screamed, "Satoru, fuck," as your pussy tightened around his fingers.

Geto pressed your knees into your chest and mumbled, "Let it go Y/N." You started crying once more without trying to hold back your tears due to the stimulation. You screamed as Gojo inserted another finger; the sensation was a little unpleasant at first but quickly became wonderful. Geto watched as your pussy clenched around Gojo's three fingers and said, "That's baby, come on."

Gojo smiled as he looked up and noticed your expression of being fucked out. He kept pushing his fingers in and out more quickly, relishing the obvious joy written all over your face. Your mouth was open, eyes were half-lidded, and your round cheeks were streaked with tears. Drool was running down your chin.

"Y/N, are you not going to squirt for us?" You instantly shook your head no when Geto asked. "Add another finger," he remarked after grinning. Your walls are being covered in a delightful ache as soon as Gojo's fourth finger stretches your pussy and you regret not telling him that you were about to squirt.

You yelled, "Fuck, stop this is too much," and then you gritted your teeth.

Gojo advised you to "just let it go mommy" as he put his thumb on your puffy clit to assist you to adjust yourself for his fingers. Your body started to stiffen up on Geto's lap as Gojo continued to circle your clit with an unbelievably fast pace and pressure, your wetness pooling his entire hand. You have been anticipating your orgasm and have been feeling its onset for some time. Your lower stomach burned and strained as you prepared to squirt all over them.

“Fuck, Satoru ah-ah fuck,” you screamed as your pussy gripped tightly onto his fingers.

"Let me have it!" Gojo's voice's low pitch was all the push you needed. Your climax was about to happen. You screamed loudly, your body seized as you painfully arching your back from Geto's lap and leaning your head back against his shoulders. Gojo gushed, "There’s the waterworks I’m looking for," as he watched the clear liquid spurt from your pussy. Gojo swiftly yanked his fingers out of your pussy and tweaked your clit to see you squirt even more.

Even though your legs were shaking like crazy, you cried, "Sa-Satoru too much," as you attempted to distance yourself from him. Geto only makes your legs wider, though.

Gojo slid his fingers inside your pussy while maniacally giggling, "More." He repeatedly thrusted his finger into your pulsating hole. It didn't take long before you had another orgasmic wave. He moaned, "Yes, yes," as he saw you squirt all over his lower body. He withdrew his fingers from your cunt, slapped your pussy hard, and then drew back to inspect his moist fingers.

Geto said to his friend, "Move Toru, it's my turn."

"Huh, not finished?"

“You believed this had ended, right?” Geto questioned as his hands caressed your inner thighs and cupped your pussy in his palm.

You screamed in pain when you felt him place his index finger between your wet pussy folds, "Suguru, I'm sensitive."

“And,” he mocked. He lightly stroked the space between your pussy folds and began to slide his finger up and down, causing the moisture there to moisten and your body temp to rise.

You exhale "Fuck" as you turn to the side to see Gojo standing there with his hooked into his sweatpants. You saw as he pulled his underwear and sweatpants down the length of his legs. Your mouth dropped open as you saw Gojo's long and girthy cock. How the hell is he so massive? He was far larger than your husband, and he may have the largest cock you've ever seen. If his cock was this massive, does it mean Geto's cock is also massive? It had to be because you could feel it pressing against your back the entire time but didn't really pay attention to it until now.

Gojo stretched out and stroked your cheek, saying, "I want you to suck off. Su, could you kneel mama down?”

“I want to eat her pussy anyway, so no big deal. You'd like it, wouldn't you?” Geto yanked his hand away from your cunt and shoved them in his mouth. He hummed as he completely sucked his finger. “Y/N: On your knees."

You obeyed orders and carried them out. Your ass was facing Geto and your face was towards Gojo as you knelt down on your hands and knees. Gojo murmured as he hooked his fingers under your chin and raised your head to face him, "You look nice like this." He massaged your chin, asking, "Have you ever sucked a cock as big as mine? You haven't, mama, I bet."

Looking up at him made your eyes well up with tears. This entire incident was embarrassing beyond belief. For goodness' sake, you were 27 years old and being bullied by two college students who also happened to be your neighbours. Well bullying isn’t the right word to use, but you understand where we’re going with this right.

“God, mama, you look so lovely.” You opened your mouth a little, tilted your head back even farther, and Gojo dragged his thumb across your bottom lip. Gojo pushed his face closer to yours and murmured, "Open your mouth and stick your tongue for me.” You stretched out your tongue and opened your mouth. Your cheeks were cradled in his hands as he grinned. He opened his mouth and pointed it at yours, and you watched as a large glob of spit fell upon your tongue.

Although you were somewhat surprised by his action, you welcomed it anyway. He lost it when he noticed that you were swallowing while looking intently into his eyes. As soon as he saw your lips pouted, he assaulted them, giving you a hard kiss and a lip sucking motion. You groaned into his mouth, sending the sound directly to his already hard cock.

Geto took advantage of the moment to remove his shirt over his head as Gojo continued kissing you before reaching out with his hand to pull the ties on his sweatpants, slipping them down his strong, muscular legs. As he put his palm on your ass cheeks, Geto exclaimed, "Now this is a sight I'd like to see every day. If only I had my phone, I could have taken a picture of your wet pussy on display and the anal plug in your gorgeous ass. I'll then set it as my wallpaper after that.”

You shrieked and withdrew your lips away from Geto after he spanked your behind. “To believe I'll have you like one day is a dream come true,” Gojo kissed your cheek once more before getting up. He took hold of his enormous cock and gave it a few pumps before resting the tip on your lips as you stared. "Arch that back for Su. He’s gotta change his position so that he can eat your pussy while you suck my cock, mama.”

“That’s right baby, arch that back nicely for me,” Geto said as he watched as you arched your back for him. You felt him draw his hands, up the back of your thighs and squeezed your ass. “You ok Y/N?” he asked.

“Mhm, just a little sensitive, please don’t be too rough,” you whimpered.

He chuckled as he aligned his face with your pussy and said, "No promises. Your body froze the moment his tongue touched your pussy. When his tongue's tip circled your core, a cold sweat started to appear on your forehead. What was that? What the hell is going on? Your body was struggling to understand this overwhelming sensation as your mind entered a state of sudden panic. You couldn't help but moan as he softly bit into your clit since your mind was so numb from lust and pleasure.

The demon was sucking up your pussy from behind, and you groaned, "Oh fuck." as you turned to face him. His smile was obvious as he watched you as his tongue caressed your clit, and you could see it on his face as he did so. Your husband has never gone down on you in this way or made your pussy feel so hot. You cherished this sensation and yearned for more.

Gojo remarked as he tilted your head back to him, "Hey mama, open up your mouth for me." The moan that was about to come out of you was suppressed by thick swallowing. He gently inserted the tip of his cock to your lips as you slowly opened your mouth to receive it. When he felt your gentle lips encircling his cock, he groaned loudly. It felt really warm and happy inside your lips; God, it would be wrong to abuse such a place. Gojo snarled "Fuck" as he inserted more of his cock into your mouth. He sighed, placing his palm on your cheek to comfort you, "Fuck, your mouth is so warm. Move your head for me.”

You stared up at him and gently started to bob your head up and down on his cock. To Gojo, you were such a sight to behold; your presence was messing with his brain. His heart swelled at the thought that he played a part in the way you appeared to be high on joy and lust. You were never going to get rid of him at this time.

Geto was performing miracles with his tongue on your pussy as you slowly bopped your head on Gojo cock. When Geto pressed his tongue flat on your clit and hummed at how wonderful you tasted on his tongue, your eyes fluttered and you choked over Gojo's cock. He hummed into your pussy, which caused an exhilarating sensation to spread throughout your body. He then dragged his tip from between your plump pussy lips and collected your sweet, dripping slick on his tongue.

Gojo grinned as he sensed your mouth closing around his cock and a fresh round of tears streaming down your cheeks as Geto slid his tongue between your smooth folds, savouring your sweet scent before switching to suck on your puffy clit. Gojo moaned, "Fuck, mama," as he slowly turned his hips around and pressed his mouth on yours. His toes curled into the earth as a result of the sensation of your tongue slipping effortlessly under his cock as you took more of him. Geto watched you attempt to slide all of his best friend's cock down your throat from behind, and he has to admit, it was incredibly sexy.

“Su, how does she taste?” Gojo questioned as his hips accelerated a little.

Geto moaned "Fucking delicious" into your pussy. Gojo gave Geto a quick glance and observed the thrill in his eyes as he inserted his middle finger into your warm pussy and then cupped your clit in his mouth.

The moment your hip pulled back against his face, Gojo dick started to escape your lips. You rested your head against your tummy to prevent yourself from disintegrating, and Gojo laughed. Geto softly drew his finger along the silky walls of your room, brushing against the soft, delicious region with his finger. You quickly clamped your fists around his additional finger.

When he pulled his lips away from your clit, he saw you with your head resting on Gojo's belly while he was massaging your hair. “What? Is she capable of handling your dick?"

"Your lips are distracting her," Gojo said with a chuckle.

She is so soaked. Your arousal spread across his fingers as he added, "I'm going to make her squirm again."

“While you're at it, prep that ass too. Before we double stuff, I was considering taking turns, but I can't wait.” Gojo continued to touch your hair and added, "I gotta fuck that luscious ass.”

Geto poked your clit with his thumb and said, "Why don't you come prep her ass yourself."

Gojo smiled down at you and said, "No, I'm staying right here, I got to keep mama comfy. You are so fucking wet, mama."

Geto spanked your ass and listened as your pussy squelched each time he entered your warm cunt as he said, "Yeah, Y/N has such a slutty hole." "Only a slutty hole like yours would be capable of making such obscene sounds," he said.

Gojo whispered, "Mommy's got a slutty cunt."

You sputtered, "Fuck, please," out of breath.

You want to get up, Y/N? Geto questioned as he observed your trembling thighs.

You sighed again, "Please..." and shook your head. Another groan from your lips as he withdrew his fingers away from your wet cunt and greedily sucked on it with his entire mouth before forcing his tongue into you. Your cheeks were stretched apart as Geto's hand reached out to grab the fat of your ass and licked your tender areas.

His thumb pressed on your throbbing clit, and his mouth moved in such a lovely rhythm that you felt as if you were ready to collapse. Your body was experiencing such intense pleasure that the delicious feelings made the walls quake.

“Oh, God, Su…” You yelled, "Fuck stop, " as your hand reached out to grab Gojo's thighs. "Too much, too much," you cried. He shook his head no and kept berating your pussy with his mouth. She felt her orgasm coming on, and you closed your eyes while keeping hold of the bed sheets with your other hand.

Gojo mumbled, "Come on mama, squirt all over his face." As he continued to whisper, you could hear the sly smirk spreading across his lovely face. "Come on, give it to him, give it to him... Give it to him."

Your body froze, and squirted from your cunt as you shouted. Geto flicked at your clit to help you get through your powerful orgams while humming contentedly. God, you were squirting so much, they might have to change your sheets later. When you eventually calmed down, Geto hummed, "Fuck." Before pulling at your butt plug, he gave your ass a kiss on the cheeks. As he carefully started to withdraw it out of you, he heard you hiss.

"Mama, do you have any lube?” Gojo enquired.

You stutter "I-in my top dr-drawer." Because of the intensity of your orgasm, you were unable to breathe.

"I'll get the lubricant and condoms," you say. As he backed away from you, Gojo said. While you wait for Gojo to return with the object, Geto whirls you around to face him and requests that you kiss him.

…

With everything Geto spilled while working his fingers into your tight ass, your ass felt incredibly slimy. As you sobbed from the piercing pain of Geto's fingers within your ass, Gojo kissed your forehead. Geto muttered, putting his third and last finger into your ass, "Almost perfect."

You cried, putting your hands on Gojo's wrist and looking up at him, "Fuck, this is weird." You could feel Geto's fingers encircling your constricted, puckered hole.

“Toru, do you have your condom on?” Geto questioned as he gently kissed your ass and then withdrew his fingers. Geto kissed you right on the butthole then spun you around and planted you on his lap.

"You, yeah?" Gojo muttered as he approached from behind you and put his hand on your lower back.

"No, I'm still wearing my underwear. Would you mind putting it on for me?” If it weren't for the situation you were in, you would have been startled to hear him say that.

Gojo murmured, "Fine," then yanked off Geto's underwear, grabbed the condom, and rolled it down his length. As you saw everything, you couldn't help but wonder how he planned to squeeze that inside of you. Geto's cock begs to differ if you thought you would have had a problem with Gojo's cock. Your husband could never come close to their size.

Even the largest dildo you owned couldn't compare to theirs in size. You must have been wearing a frightened look because Gojo could be heard laughing behind you. Gojo kissed your cheek and whispered, "Don't worry mama, they'll fit. First, let's get you on Geto's cock.”

You nodded, helping Geto's waist to be straddled with Gojo's help. Gojo grabbed his friend's cock, gave it a few pumps, and then used the tip of Geto's cock to tease your pussy. They saw you cocking your head back, enjoying the puff of your kissable lips. “God you're so fucking lovely,” Geto exclaimed as Gojo prepared his cock for your entrance.

Your pussy lips split as Gojo slowly sunk you down onto Geto's cock, taking his cock inch by inch, and you both groaned as he did so. “Shit,” Geto moaned when you tipped your body forward and pressed even harder against his cock. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you urgently gasped for air as you tried to acclimatise to the intense heat and the thickness of his big cock.

“Now that his cock is filling up your pussy. Time for me to fill up your ass.” Gojo pushed you on to Geto’s chest and grabbed your ass cheeks, spreading you wide open for him. He was nice enough to spit on your butthole before pressing the tip into your ass.

You gasped in pain as Gojo rammed his massive cock into your ass. You sobbed and put your hands on Geto's shoulders, saying, "It hurts."

Gojo muttered, "Relax," and he watched as your adorable little butthole slowly wrapped his cock. You held onto him like a vice, sinking further into him, and he cursed beneath his breath. He eventually got far inside of you and he muttered, "Fuck, your ass is so tight," and pressed his face into the back of your neck.

You were pushed even further into Geto's solid body by Gojo’s hips, which were firmly compressed into your ass. You sobbed, biting into Geto's shoulder, "It hurts, pull it out." God, Gojo's cock was tearing you apart from the inside out. They were using their cocks to both rip and stretch you open.

Gojo kissed the flesh of your neck and mumbled, "No.” This was too much for you; it went beyond what you knew you were capable of handling. You did have a sex machine, and it caused your pussy to burn bright red. However, given how strongly they feel inside of you, you are unsure if you will even have a pussy or even an ass for the machine to use.

"We need to… shit,” Geto said in a low voice. "We have to move.” You felt Geto grab hold of your waist and pull you away from his body, which caused their cock to move a little inside of you and a hiss to escape your lips. “Don’t worry Y/N, we'll do the work. Just sit here and take our cocks ok?”

You wanted to tell them no, to get their cocks out of your holes, and to forget that you had given them permission to have sex with you. However, if you did, you would have to resume having sex alone. And that's not what you wanted. You didn't want to be without a real cock. I mean, they offered you their cocks, so why not accept it? After all, your husband won't engage in sexual activity with you, so why not?

And if you were to be brutally honest with yourself, even if their cocks hurt, it felt much better than your toys. Additionally, the fact that they were attractive didn't help. Although young, they were attractive and maybe a little cocky.

You let out a long breath before opening your eyes to face Geto. "All right, but don't be too rough."

"Your ass feels too nice, so I can't promise you that, but I'll try,” Gojo whispered as he threw his arms around the middle of your waist and gave you another kiss on the neck. “I'll make an effort to be gentle for you, mommy.”

"Don't call me tha- ngh," you moaned as you experienced Gojo pulling his cock out of you and then pushed back in. "Augh" you screamed once more, when Geto lifted your hips to pull his cock from you. And then, just as he was about to thrust back in, Gojo slid his cock out of you.

"Fuck, Y/N, your pussy is so tight," Geto groaned as he and Gojo began to develop a rhythm. Your tongue, that had saliva trickling from its pink tip, was protruding slightly from the corners of your mouth. When you feel their cock slide into you, plunge into your holes to the core, and grind their hips into your clit and ass. Your eyes started to roll to the back of your head as you struggled to catch the air that was being quickly drained from your lungs.

Your legs' muscles started to spasm a lot; they stretched out your holes to such an extent that you were stunned. Every time they pushed into you, they plunged so deeply. It was a little too difficult to maintain your balance. Fortunately for you, they were clinging onto you for your own freaking life. “Mama, how do you feel?” Gojo questioned as he drew his lips away from your neck to bite at your ear. “Do you enjoy the feeling of my cock into your ass?”

As you opened your eyes once again, burning tears burned inside of them. You cocked your head just enough to see Gojo's heated cheeks. He gazed at you and waited for you to respond, the tips of his ears glowing pink and that arrogant sneer flickering across his face.

You moaned through your words, "Funny, it feels weird, b-but so amazing," as you gazed into his gleaming eyes.

He grinned and leaned his head slightly over your shoulders to kiss you on the lips. You sense him extending his hand from your waist to seize both of your arms and place them on your butt. He spoke into your mouth, "Spread those cheeks for me. I want to fuck you deeper, so spread them out.” You moaned and nodded your head and did as you were told. “Yes… fuck yes,” he groaned as he plunged deeper inside of you.

Once a thumb touches your clit, your entire body tingles with electricity. You saw that Geto had taken one of his hands off your waist as you looked down. He was now staring up at you with his thumb pressed into your clit. I'll become envious if you ignore me, Y/n. He gave a smug grin and cocked his head back before turning to face you once more. "I'll make you squirt once more. Satoru, change places. I want to see her pussy in all its glory.”

Before you could even understand what he might have just stated, Gojo was already manhandling your body in his grasp. He quickly yanked your hands away from your behind and encircled himself with them. After that, he carefully raised you off Geto's cock while keeping his dick firmly lodged inside your ass. He turned his back to the headboard and just as you were going to remark that this position was too uncomfortable for you, he started to lightly bounce on his dick. " Don't worry mama, you're not ready to be fucked like this yet," he swiftly assures you, as he mumbles in your ear. “We can fuck you another time, in this position.”

He sat down on the bed after that. Your knee was caught in his clutches, and he stretched you wide open for Geto. You observed as the 22-year-old squeezed between your legs before pressing his cock at your entrance. He wasted no time in stuffing you to the gills with his cock. “Fuck,” you screamed and your arms flew up to wrap around his neck.

“Don’t fucking move Satoru,” Geto warned as he pressed his thumb into your clit again and he began to rub tight circles while he fucking into you. “You’ll get to fuck her ass after I cum.”

“Fine by me,” Gojo chuckled. Your body started to cramp up beneath him, your pussy squeezing as you creamed around his shaft, and another scream was wrenched from you.

You screamed, "Slow down, slow down," your thighs even quivering as he delved deeper, but he didn't stop; instead, he went more quickly. The sound of his balls smacking against your wet pussy and the delicious yet masculine aroma of him drove your arousal. Your pussy continued to flood with your sticky, allowing him to slip deeper within your warm hole. He sighed and lowered his mouth to yours before ramming his tongue between your lips and giving you a sloppy kiss.

With each forceful, deep swallow, your body jolts. Your tits are bouncing as you slowly start to go temporarily blind; at this point, ecstasy has rendered your thoughts numb. Geto whispered, "Fuck, Y/N, are you going to squirt for me?” The bed creaked and slammed against the walls as he grunted and snapped his hips with brutal pace. He could feel the climax rapidly approaching because of the way you were squeezing and creaming even more around his cock.

Your eyes were tightly shut as your wrist and fingers clenched around his neck, and you exhaled, "I gonna..." He moans, pressing his thumb on your throbbing clit to push you toward an orgasm.

In the euphoria of your climax, you yelled and completely lost sight. He continued to fuck you throughout your orgasm, never slowing down as he chased his. Geto groaned, "Ah, yes, keep going that way, I'm almost there." He captured your lips once again as you continued to squirt all over him.

“Fuck I could cum in you,” Gojo moaned from below you as he watched as what was happening above him. Geto came hard too, and when he did, you could feel his cock jerking hard inside your warm cunt. He spilled his seed into the condom and groaned, "Fuck," within your mouth. Sincerely regret that he didn't choose to cum in your pussy. “Fuck,” he groaned as he pulled away from you lips and slowly pulled his cock out of you. He tapped your pussy twice then he said, “I’ll leave you to the mercy of Satoru.” He then left the room and went to the bathroom to set up things for a possible aftercare session.

Just then you felt Gojo groped at your breast. “You didn't think that this was over, I didn’t get to cum.”

“I don’t have much energy left,” you managed to breathe out.

“Don’t worry mama, I’ll go slow.”

Gojo once again succeeds in shifting into a sex spoon, just like previously. He pressed himself behind you and put one hip and one leg on the top of your back leg. Before beginning to slowly glide inside of you, he grabbed hold of your breasts and kissed your cheek. Within you, you were able to feel the entire length of his cock. The mushroom tip was striking the deepest regions of your body, and you could feel the veins in his cock.

This position was too intimate, too hot for you to handle. This made Gojo’s fat cock fill up perfectly, and he was loving every second of it. You’ve felt this good having sex before. “Feels good right mama,” Gojo whispered as he squeezed your breast in his hand as he thrust inside you slowly and gently.

Your flawless skin begins to break out in goosebumps, and the hairs on your arms begin to stand up as you moan into your burning arousal. Gojo is right there, his warm hand gripping your tits as he slowly pounds into your throbbing ass and rolls his hips in tight circles, making sure his cock hits every sensitive area there.

If only your spouse had handled you the same way he was handling you and the way Geto handled you in the past. You pant and cling to his forearms that were supporting you as the slow movement of his hips made your already moist empty throbbing pussy even drier.

You called out, "Satoru," as you grabbed his fingers on your breast. His fingers entwined with yours as he said, "I know you're close, mama. I can feel your ass squeezing my dick.” After giving you many kisses on the cheeks, he enquired, "Do you want me to play with you pussy? One final time for me, I can make you squirt.”

He didn't really give you a chance to respond since he had already started to rub slow circles around your clit, pushing back your hood and teasing it with his index finger while rubbing your nerve endings with his middle finger, making you burn and buck at him.

You cried out, "Toru, I'm close," and grabbed his fingers with your own as his hips began to move more quickly.

Mama, let it go. Let it all go," he grunted, gasping for air while working those delicious, soft thrusts inside of you.

The intensity of it all made you start crying as you drew nearer, but Gojo merely held you tighter and gave you a deeper fuck. His hips were swaying, making your panting more frantic and desperate. You started to buck into his grip while gasping, panting, and on the verge of unravelling.

Your lower regions clenched as your entire body arched into his cock, filling the room with the slick sound of your excitement. Your orgasm came on suddenly, like a tidal wave, and slammed you so strongly that you felt like bursting into tears and trembling in your thigh.

"That's it mama." Gojo quickened his pace and it wasn’t long before he knocked him over. He was groaning so loud as he emptied his cum inside the condom. “Fuck, so good.” As you both came down from your high, Gojo slowly pulled out of you.

You rolled over to lay on your stomach and murmured, "Done?" You have done enough. They had taken away all your strength, so you had nothing more to give them. You simply wanted to go to bed right away. You just fucked your young neighbour, well they fucked you. And you’re married. But the deed is already done.

Well, screw it.

Gojo was massaging your back when he said, "Yeah, we just need to get you cleaned up."

“Too exhausted too,” and just like that, you were out cold.

"So Suguru, what do you say?" Gojo questioned as he observed Geto leaving the restroom.

"Fuck Mr. Sakamoto, I say," Geto declared as he approached the bed. "His wife is now ours. He is completely stupid. It must be a dumb excuse for him to ignore his wife."

Gojo remarked, looking over at his best friend, "Damn right she is. We'll take her if he doesn't want her."

Geto laughed and added, "Yep, so delighted we were caught staring through her window. Come, let's clean her up."

@getosbigballsack 2022

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probably-rk

4 months ago

Writing Tips

Punctuating Dialogue

✧

➸ “This is a sentence.”

➸ “This is a sentence with a dialogue tag at the end,” she said.

➸ “This,” he said, “is a sentence split by a dialogue tag.”

➸ “This is a sentence,” she said. “This is a new sentence. New sentences are capitalized.”

➸ “This is a sentence followed by an action.” He stood. “They are separate sentences because he did not speak by standing.”

➸ She said, “Use a comma to introduce dialogue. The quote is capitalized when the dialogue tag is at the beginning.”

➸ “Use a comma when a dialogue tag follows a quote,” he said.

“Unless there is a question mark?” she asked.

“Or an exclamation point!” he answered. “The dialogue tag still remains uncapitalized because it’s not truly the end of the sentence.”

➸ “Periods and commas should be inside closing quotations.”

➸ “Hey!” she shouted, “Sometimes exclamation points are inside quotations.”

However, if it’s not dialogue exclamation points can also be “outside”!

➸ “Does this apply to question marks too?” he asked.

If it’s not dialogue, can question marks be “outside”? (Yes, they can.)

➸ “This applies to dashes too. Inside quotations dashes typically express—“

“Interruption” — but there are situations dashes may be outside.

➸ “You’ll notice that exclamation marks, question marks, and dashes do not have a comma after them. Ellipses don’t have a comma after them either…” she said.

➸ “My teacher said, ‘Use single quotation marks when quoting within dialogue.’”

➸ “Use paragraph breaks to indicate a new speaker,” he said.

“The readers will know it’s someone else speaking.”

➸ “If it’s the same speaker but different paragraph, keep the closing quotation off.

“This shows it’s the same character continuing to speak.”

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probably-rk

5 months ago

── 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 : VI.

content: 2k words ! fem reader, pit fighter!vi, fwb dynamic. this is obviously sapphic. vi tops and she has a strap, rough sεx, cunnilingus, spit, slapping (not on the face), usage of petnames like 'princess' and 'baby', a lil angsty and tense, mentions of sεx work, p<3rn with plot!!

— . ｡˚ ♡ turns out, vi needed a rebound too.

vi is rougher and quieter than usual tonight.

shedding her clothes and pulling on the strap you've left on the bedside table for her, she climbs wordlessly onto your creaky mattress to get to you. you've been laying in bed for hours, all dolled up for her, and she doesn't really even look at you— it makes your heart sink a little.

you wrap your arms around her anyway, allowing her to touch you, and with a soft sigh, she gives the swell of your chest a kiss, 'hello'.

the pallid light coming through your window outlines her body in pale blue, and her smell invades your senses as she leans into your body, pressing her weight on you.

gripping the soft underside of your thighs harshly, digging her nails into your tender skin, she pushes your knees to your chest. "you missed me, princess?"

"mmm, i did." you're looking at her with the most innocent gaze you can muster, eyes wet and lips pouty, and she leans in to give them a kiss just like you want her to. her mouth tastes sour enough of sweat and cheap alcohol to make you wince— but when she pulls back, you feel a twinge of disappointment that it doesn't last long enough.

fresh out of a fight, she's still full of adrenaline — and wastes no time on foreplay. hooking your legs over those broad shoulders of hers, she spits onto your cunt and gets right to it.

her eyes roll halfway back into her head as she slips the strap into your cunt, like she can feel the way your pussy grips it. throwing her head back, she moans hoarsely, in sync with the sweet whine that comes out of your mouth as she rolls her hips into yours, sliding the strap all the way in. "that's a good girl, fuck."

yes. you are a good girl. her good girl.

vi has been coming to you every night or so, for a few months now — and at first it was just a good deal of sex for you both. but lately, you've found yourself less interested in the sex she offers you, and more interested in the woman herself.

your room is dark, like it always is when she comes over, and the harsh pleasure she gives you always turns your mind cloudy — but nothing can sway the watchful gaze you fix onto vi whenever you're in her arms. through half-closed eyes, you count the nicks and bruises that line the base of her throat and her shoulders and arms. the scratches and cuts, redder because she's flushed, drunk and exerting herself.

twelve new marks since last time. you wonder if she won tonight's fight or if she lost. the way she fucks you doesn't make a difference, so you can't tell — what you do know is that she comes to you seeking an escape from frustrations that stem from something unrelated to the fights entirely.

and whatever it is, it frustrates her a lot.

she seems especially bothered tonight. you try to hold onto her, nails scratching at her muscled back as you struggle to maintain your grip. her pace is dizzying, and her grip on your body doesn't get lighter. she fucks you nearly like she wants you dead. "vi, vi—"

"you're doin' good, baby." she hisses, eyes shut. "g'nna make you cum in a bit, kay? just let me see you take my strap first. pretty thing."

and you take it — like a good girl. how could you not? when she acts like she's ravenous about you? when, with how she puts those dead eyes and calloused hands and busted lips on you, she makes you feel something no one else ever has?

she looks so good, too — so hot, with the dark hair, the ashy streaks running down her face, the lipstick smudged down her bottom lip that's just slightly fuller than her top lip — and the muscles, god.

her tits aren't nearly big enough to hang in your face while she's on top, but they bounce a little with each snap of her hips, and the sight mesmerizes you. she laughs softly when your pussy squelches for her — and it makes your heart flutter. fuck. you might just be in love with this ghost of a woman. "vi, please."

"you like that?" she hums, landing a kiss on the side of your knee that leaves a bit of lipstick stained on your skin. "y'like it when i fuck you to bits?"

"mhm," you choke out, keeping your eyes on her so you don't miss it when she looks at you. "wanna cum, make me cum, please."

the strap slides out of you as smoothly as it slid in — and heat rises to your cheeks when vi stares at how your cunt clenches around nothing. "can't say no to you when you ask so nicely." she reaches up to brush a stray strand of hair out of your face, giving you that half-smile that makes your heart twist just as much as your gut.

"look at you." she lowers her face to your chest, lips tracing kisses downward. one hand comes up to squeeze at your tits, soft and sharp at the same time, index finger and thumb teasing your nipple and making you keen. "pretty, pretty thing."

she nudges your legs apart, getting comfortable between them. her other hand toys with your cunt, middle and ring finger slowly coaxing their way into your hole like she's learning to be gentle now. your body tenses with anticipation, feeling the way her lips get closer and closer to where you want them to go. "ngh. just—please."

the first flick of her tongue on your clit makes you gasp, body rocking in reaction— and vi slaps your thigh. "shhh," is all she says, but it makes you behave. she spreads your pussy open with her fingers like it's a flower, and takes you whole.

the wet sounds of a mouth on a cunt fill your shoddy little room, and you moan and shudder in vi's arms, caged in her hold as she draws the orgasm out of you.

and she does it so quickly, having learned what touches of her tongue your clit likes best, how you like having her fingers, when to add the extra tug to your nipples. she makes you go insane so easily.

like she took the time to figure out how to do it. like she cared enough to do that. like she might just l—

the white-hot rush of pleasure hits you, and all your thoughts dissipate. you grab vi's hair, digging your fingers into the dyed locks, keeping her face where you want it. "mmm, fuck, just like that—vi, just like that, please—"

she slaps your thigh again, but you relent only slightly. she licks up your slick, adjusting her position so she can fuck you better with her fingers, and you tremble under her as she curls her digits into your sweetest spots, wave after wave of bliss washing over you with each touch. the bed creaks like the weak boards under your mattress might snap, but you don't even hear it. "god."

once you're not shaking so much anymore, the high peaking and falling past, she comes up and kisses you — and you know your face and body are full of inky lipstick marks by now. it's almost romantic.

then, it's over.

vi pulls away, letting go of you and sitting up.

"ugh." you slump into the bed, hiding the pang of hurt that fills you. "you . . . don't want me to do you? or . . get you a drink?"

"not tonight. think i'm wasted enough." vi wipes her mouth off, stretching her neck to one side till there's a pop — and gets off the bed. you notice how her lips are entirely clean of the onyx that they were. "hey, you sure you don't want me to pay you?"

and there it is. the moment of intimacy dissolves like a grain of sugar into the vastness of the sea. it's home time.

"no, it's fine." you wave her off, turning away. you watch discreetly through your mirror as she looks around at the little box you live in.

"are you sure? . . i can cough something up." she asks again, and though you're slightly offended, you know what she means. your place is a single room that's barely a six by ten, small rickety bed and a desk with the mirror, a rack for the few clothes you own, and nothing else really. you share a bathroom and kitchen with two other girls across the street. and you have vi each night.

you need nothing else. "yeah, i'm good. and i don't do that anymore, anyway." you tell her.

"alright." vi pulls her clothes back on, and you're just a little sad to see her body covered away again. you did love getting your eyefuls of those slight curves and sleek muscles, and the tatts. "why'd you stop, though? working, i mean."

you think of how you used to feel, seeing clients and letting them fawn over you for the night. handing you a wad of cash and walking out at the end of it. back then, it was what you needed— but the moment you didn't need it anymore, you’d signed out.

you'd only agreed to hook up with vi because it seemed harmless enough. made your nights a little less lonelier, gave you some company. you hadn’t expected money or to catch feelings.

the answer to her question rises up your throat, but you find it a bit ironic — and you know vi is a good person. if she finds out that you're yearning for more than what's between you two at the moment, she may just see herself out of your life, so as to not hurt you. and you didn't want that. you wanted vi, even if it was only like this.

the real answer to her question rests at the base of your throat like an ache, throbbing a little along with the parts of your body vi had gripped a little too harshly. i didn't like to feel used.

but you shrug your shoulders and say, "well, i just didn't need it anymore."

vi doesn't answer, only turns to leave. "will you come tomorrow?" you ask, trying not to sound like you want her to come.

"probably." vi answers, out of the door already. "stay safe, princess." then she's gone, and you're alone again.

the dreary darkness of your room surrounds you once more, and you feel hot and sticky. ignoring the discomfort, you slump into your bed again, realizing how painfully little you know about vi. yes, she's jinx's older sister. yes, she's nothing like her. yes, she's beautiful — handsome; ghost-pale, dark red roots showing through the dyed black hair, sad eyes lit up with need.

you loved those nights when she would let you reciprocate and make her feel good. when she would ask for a drink or two. when she would ask to stay the night, and you'd let her sleep on your chest. she wrapped her arms around your body then, holding you both like she's protecting you and like she wants you to keep her safe. and you'd hold her, stroke her hair, and stay awake praying the morning comes late.

and then there are nights like tonight — where she's quieter and more distant. where she leaves too soon. like she's holding herself back. it infuriates you, almost. you want to ask her what she wants. you want to tell her what you want.

shifting your stare from the ceiling to your door that hangs ajar, you let out a heavy sigh. next time, maybe you'll ask her. maybe you'll tell her. maybe. if the surge of body-and-mind desperation to make the moment last long enough doesn't overthrow everything else, you will. but you know it'll be easier said than done.

vi melts you like shaved ice in the sun. she softens you, turns you sweet. you feel alive with those dead eyes, calloused hands and busted lips on you. being wanted by her gives you a sense of meaning. and you'll do anything if it means holding her a little longer.

if that meant this, simply getting to be her good girl for a night and nothing more — then so be it.

a/n: part two, anyone? lmk if you want it, might turn this into a series :P💓

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probably-rk

2 years ago

Pairing: gojo x fem!reader x geto

2 in 1

Trying to mess with your co-workers' heads, but they ended up messing with your body instead.

Warnings: NSFW, threesome, handjobs, blowjobs, fingering, pussy spanking (like 1 time lol), squirting, nipple play, mirror sex, cunnilingus, double penetration, unprotected sex, anal, clit play, dirty talking

"Open up."

Satoru's voice echoed in the room as he locked one of your legs under his. The cool air inside the room blew over your womanhood, making your nub hard, protruding out of your wet slit.

"Such a pretty pussy," Suguru whispered in your ear while he trapped your other leg with his. You have no chance of closing your thighs when it's the two of them spreading them apart.

You stared in the mirror in front of you, watching how lewd you looked between these two big men. Their hands traveled and snaked all over your body. You don't know how your simple days of playful teasing turned into a night like this. You were just trying to make an impression ever since these two were transferred to your department in hopes that you'd get to have one of them on you.

Who would have thought that you'd end up having both?

About an hour ago, Satoru just invited you for a couple of drinks as you were about to leave your faculty room. Now, you're already in his apartment, sitting half-naked on his bed as one of Suguru's hands massages your inner thighs and pussy folds, dangerously close to your sensitive and throbbing clit but never directly touching it. At the same time, Satoru's fingers played with your nipples.

"Please," You pleaded to them as your essence dripped to the floor. Their deep chuckles sent vibrations to your cunt that made you squirm and rock your hips against the bed, desperate and begging for friction.

"Look at yourself," Satoru grabbed your jaw, squeezing your cheeks gently as he forced you to watch your reflection. You tried to cover your breasts, but his hands were quick to swat them away, clicking his tongue. Suguru stopped his ministrations on your thighs and turned his attention to your tits, fondling and bumping them against each other in the warm palms of his hands.

"That's fucking hot," Satoru spoke through clenched teeth, enjoying how they bounced before taking one in his hands and latching on the nipple. He repeatedly sucked it hard before letting it go with a pop. The moans that you let out were quickly accompanied by his satisfied hums as he nibbled on it. He inhaled your scent as he nuzzled your chest, flicking the bud sharply with his tongue.

"Don't tell me your gonna cum from getting your tits sucked?" Suguru teased, pinching the other nipple when your eyes started to roll back. They're too much. They're too much for you. You were only starting, yet you could already feel yourself melting under their touch.

"Can't neglect this little one, though, can we?" Suguru's fingers snaked down to your pussy, spreading the slit with his index and middle finger, looking in the mirror to watch the hole flutter and clench. "Bet you've been waiting for this. You've been walking and bending around in these short, tight skirts."

"And always wearing the prettiest panties," Satoru added as he licked your nipples, making you whimper at how sensitive and tender they were from all the sucking. Your hand flew to caress his white locks, clenching your fingers and tugging on them.

Lost in the feeling of Satoru's mouth on your skin, you were caught by surprise when Suguru's palm landed a light slap on your pulsing clit. You squealed at the contact; pain and pleasure made your eyes water.

"Eyes on me." He growled, turning your face to him to kiss your lips hard. Your tongue danced with his before he sucked it into his mouth. "Fucking sexy." He whispered when he pulled away, eyeing your glistening pussy as he played with your pearl before slowly pushing his middle finger inside. He stared intensely into your eyes, loving the way your mouth fell open as his finger disappeared into your wetness.

You heard Satoru's belt being removed and dropped on the floor as you watched Suguru's fingers go in and out of your wet hole, mewling when he added another one, curling it to hit your spot.

"There's two of us, you know?" Satoru grabbed your hand to wrap it around his length, standing tall and proud as precum oozed from its tip. You spread it on his length to use it as lube before stroking it up and down. Every movement of your wrist equates to Satoru's moans and sighs. You palmed Suguru through his pants, making him smirk at Satoru as he undid his belt and zipper. You looked into the mirror, and seeing the position you were in only worked you up even more.

"She's creaming, Satoru, look." Suguru chuckled as he slowly pulled out his fingers to show his best friend your thick essence coating his fingers.

"Fuck. Give me that," Satoru beckons, opening his mouth as he continues to thrust into your hand. You watched as his mouth opened, waiting for Suguru to give him a taste of you. It was all so nasty yet so hot that you couldn't help but moan when you watched him lick every drop of it.

He took Suguru's fingers in his mouth, humming as he sucked on it like he's been begging for water in the middle of a desert, and you're the oasis, your juices quenching his thirst. You held Suguru's hard member in your hand, licking its head and making him grunt as he pulled his fingers away from Satoru.

"Want more. You're going to give me more, right?" Satoru spoke to you before pulling away to reposition you on the bed.

He laid you on your back, putting a pillow under your head as you continued to suck his best friend's dick. "Keep this wide-open f'me, yeah?" He pushed your legs onto the mattress on either side of you before getting into position, resting his weight on his elbows. His blue eyes stared at your hole as it clenched around nothing. The juices that he oh so badly wants dripping from it to your ass.

"Shit," you heard him mutter under his breath before giving your jewel a few pecks. The kisses then turned into lapping, then sucking and slurping, and it wasn't long until he was fully making out with your pussy. His grunts and growls sent tremors against your core, making it overflow even more.

You're a moaning mess as Suguru's fingers clench around your hair, poking the inside of your cheek with his fat tip. You turned your head towards him before taking it all into your mouth, deep throating him until you coughed and tears fell from your eyes. You looked up at him, tapping his dick on your tongue, before taking him whole again.

"Ah, fuck. Just like that. Your throat feels so good." He hissed as he pushed your head closer to him, letting your nose touch his pelvis before letting you go, panting. You felt Satoru's fingers make their way past your entrance, making you slightly arch your back. His mouth still latched on to your nub as he scissors you open with his long digits. You sucked and licked the length of Suguru's cock, eyes looking down on the other man as he flicked his tongue around your bead. His eyes looked deep into yours, lust and hunger both evident in them.

You stroked Suguru's member as you sobbed from the intense feeling. You were so lost in their every movement, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "You wanna cum?" He said while showing you his charming smile. You nodded your head eagerly while sucking his tip, batting your lashes to impress.

"Rub her, Suguru." Satoru pulled away, spreading your lips with his fingers as his best friend reached over to rub your button. He drew circles on it, tender with the right amount of pressure, making you sigh. And soon, those sighs turned to mewls.

In sync with each other, their speeds gradually picked up. You have now long forgotten about your job to pleasure Suguru as both of your hands gripped the sheets. Suguru was too focused on pleasuring you that he didn't even notice you stop. Satoru was hitting your spot perfectly, and you were sure that your dam would burst any moment.

"Thought you wanna come?" Satoru watched you as you arched your back which made it easier for him to reach the place where you wanted his fingers to be. "Go on. Cum." He encouraged you, gripping the back of your knee to stop you from closing your legs. You know you're going to make a mess.

"What are you so afraid of?" Suguru taunted, his digits moving faster and pressing harder on your bundle of nerves, making you see stars.

"No, stop. Gonna...S'gonna be messy." You tried to reach for their hands, but the ripples of orgasm were faster than you, hitting you in waves as you trembled and cried out in pleasure under them. The movements of their hands were unceasing as they locked your legs open, determined to break you.

"That's right. Let it all go, babe." Suguru cooed when you screamed out, squirting hard, wetting them and the bed. They watched your reaction with a gleam in their eyes, amazed by how your body responded to their actions. How you spray fluids of delight, and how your hole continuously clench even as Satoru pulled out his digits.

"Wow." He spread your hole with his thumbs, watching it yet again as it spasms and gushes out liquids. He gave your clit one last kiss before standing up and stroking his now very hard member. They both stepped out of their pants, watching you move and wobble to completely undress.

"Get on all fours, babe," Suguru commanded as he eyed Satoru who was rummaging through the drawers. The dim lights of his apartment seemed to make every moment sultry and sensual as you positioned yourself on the bed. You felt Suguru lightly push on your upper back, making you stick your ass out as you pressed the side of your face against the mattress.

"Catch," Satoru threw a bottle to Suguru, which he quickly caught mid-air. "Let's see what's got Suguru panting earlier, hm?" He teased as he kneeled in front of you. You automatically lifted yourself up on your arms, holding his rod. You kissed his tip, making him smirk at you before your kitten licks caused his mouth to slightly open and his eyebrows bump together. He's leaking, and you could tell how sensitive his head already was.

"Slowly," He instructed as you took him in your mouth, sliding it past your lips, inch by inch. You felt a cold liquid on your behind, making you moan. Satoru curses under his breath as he feels your throat and lips vibrate around him.

"You're so good at this," he chuckled as you bobbed your head slowly, running your tongue under his length and looking up at him with innocent eyes. You hollowed your cheeks, hearing him grunt as he grabbed a handful of your hair.

"Imma go slowly here too," You felt Suguru's tips against your ass, slowly stretching the hole. "Oh, fuck." You panted as your hand pumped Satoru's shaft. You didn't know that stinging pain could feel this good. He slowly moves in and out of you, helping you relax and loosen around him. Your sticky fluids are soon dripping out of your cunt, and your nerves feel as if they're on fire.

"You're enjoying too much," Satoru playfully narrowed his eyes at Suguru, making him chuckle as he slowly pulled out of you.

"C'mere," Suguru plopped down on the bed, leaning against the headboard, his member glistening with lube. "Go on," Satoru urged, pulling out his dick to tap it a couple of times on your cheek. You obediently followed, slightly staggering from the intrusion earlier.

"Will they fit?" You asked as you calculated their sizes and how you're gonna accommodate both inside you. They're both thick and long, and sure, you have taken someone with the same size, but to have two of it inside you at the same time? It worries yet excites the shit out of you.

"Are you scared?" Satoru razzed, crawling towards you to push you gently on his best friend's chest. "I know you can take us," Suguru whispered as he rubbed your arms up and down, making goosebumps appear on your skin as he kissed your nape and shoulder blades.

You watched his erection twitch against your heat before he put a hand under your thigh, making you lift yourself up. He rubbed more lube on your puckered hole before positioning himself and slowly burying himself deep in it again.

"Suguru," Your knees weakened at the way he's filling you up, making you wrap an arm around his shoulder for support. "Look how well I fit in you," He pointed, staring into your eyes through the mirror. The sight of his stiff rod filling up your behind made your cunny twitch.

"You look so pretty getting your ass stuffed," Satoru cooed as he blocked your sight, forcing your legs farther apart. He rubbed his tip against your slit, enjoying how your body jerked every time it nudged your swollen bud.

"Slowly, please, Satoru." You begged when you felt him put the head inside. "Relax yourself," You heard Suguru murmur, kissing your ears as he held your legs in place. You can tell that he's getting impatient to ram his dick inside you by the way he's slightly thrusting upward every now and then.

Satoru grabbed your face, pressing his forehead against yours as he buried himself inside your tight cunt in an agonizingly slow manner that makes your lips quiver as you sob, staring into his cerulean eyes.

"Slowly, slowly, slowly..." He whispered mockingly against your lips without kissing you. He sunk into you unhurriedly until you could only see an inch of his length. He stopped, pecking your lips before he slammed it into you, evoking a squeal from you. You felt so full having both of them inside you.

You gasped as your head fell back on Suguru's shoulder, who's now chuckling at the way your thighs shudder. The stretch gave you a burning ache, yet the gratification it brought along with it is so blindingly good.

"That's it; you're taking us so well." Suguru's fingers reached for your pearl, rubbing it soothingly as they gave you time to adjust. "Fuck, yes. Keep clenching like that." Satoru grunted as he busied himself with your tits, rubbing and tweaking your hardened peaks.

After a minute or two, they both started moving inside you, pumping in and out in perfect synchronization that made you wonder if they had all the steps planned. You gripped their shoulders and arms as they ravage your holes, rutting like their salvation is inside you.

Their growls and shattered breaths made you roll your hips against them, eliciting curses from their lips. Your walls gripped them as you felt the heat pooled in your lower abdomen. Your moans and pleas filled the room as you felt the familiar tension building inside you.

"Show us that trick again, yeah? Will you?" Satoru panted as you sobbed, nodding your head as you tried to form coherent words to answer him. Drool was trailing from your lips to your chin as you cried out when he caught your clit between his fingers, pinching it, which sent you to the edge and made you squirt all over them again.

"Ah, fuck. I'm so close" Suguru clenches his teeth as you squeeze around him. He's nearing his climax, and the way you're babbling out their names is driving him insane. Your toes are curling with every strong and unrelenting snap of their hips, causing more juices to leak out of you.

You writhed on top of them, walls fluttering around their cocks as their thrusts stuttered. You held on to Satoru's arms as he drove into you hard. He continued rocking shallowly into you as he emptied himself, groaning before slowly pulling out to watch his seed spill out of you. Suguru soon followed, hugging your waist and kissing the side of your neck as he felt you milk every last drop of his cum.

"She's fucking sweet." He panted as he kissed your cheek, lifting you off him and laying you on the bed. Your mind was blank, and your holes were still twitching from all the sensitivity and the pleasure you felt. You looked at their blurry figures as they sat on the bed, watching you shudder.

"Even prettier filled with cum." You heard Satoru chuckle before you closed your eyes, letting the exhaustion pull you into a deep and blissful slumber.

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probably-rk

2 years ago

hold tight

pairing: yuta okkotsu x f!reader

⟶ cw. fem!reader, smut, virginity loss, sub!yuta (to switch), oral (m), unprotected sex, creampie, rough sex, edging, denial, crybaby!yuta, whiney!yuta, pet names. 18+ MDNI

sypnosis: yuta gets bad advice from his friend on how to stop being such a virgin

⟶ wc. 2.9k

a/n: hi all this was written really quickly, missing yuuta hours - can't wait for the movie to be out here!

His voice is quiet, muffled, and almost incomprehensible. Your eyes are narrow, making him feel small and uneasy under the weight it bared.

“Say that again.”

His eyes waver unable to make contact with your own. His hands tangled together, legs shaking ever so slightly with nerves.

“Megumi said, you could teach me how to…have sex.”

Your mind is jumbled, racing with thoughts, how did he end up with that conclusion?

The wind gushes through your window, moving the blinds around and that was the only noise in the room after he spoke, he felt extremely awkward and out of place, especially with your eyes glaring through his soul.

“Megumi, told you that?” You scoff, moving from laying on the bed and standing up in front of him. “What else did he say?”

Yūta Okkotsu stands in your room for the first time in his life, shaking. He mumbles some words you can’t hear making you groan and roll your eyes. You throw your head back, slumping back on the bed, “You need to speak up.”

Yūta huffs, stepping closer, “Megumi told me that you’re really nice to first-timers and I could maybe get some advice.”

Your eyes twitch, what has this little bitch been telling people. “Just because I blew him in a bathroom doesn’t mean I’m some sex-pert. Now get out, Okkotsu.”

He doesn’t budge, not even when you kick him with your feet instead he grabs your ankle and pulls you to the end of the bed leaning over. “Please, just hear me out.”

You choke, trying to mask your shocked expression with an angry look.

“I’ve never done anything like this before and I want to be good, especially for someone─”

“I’m not fucking you! And that’s cheating!”

Yūta shakes his head, “It’s not cheating because we’re not together, yet.”

He makes that seem like it’s so much better. You roll your eyes trying to kick his hand away but he’s got a tight grasp on it, only locking eyes with you-filled with concentration.

“For the last time, no! Okkotsu, I don’t fuck virgins!”

“But Megumi said─”

“Megumi, this and Megumi that, stop bringing him up!”

Yūta realizes his first mistake, believing in his friend. Shit, he would’ve never imagined this situation would happen otherwise. Last night Megumi had told him that you were very good at what you did and extremely considerate with first-timers, but then you just said…maybe Megumi was lying, fuck, he was definitely lying. It wasn’t a secret that Yūta had feelings for the girl who’s out of his league, the girl that laid beneath his stance with her ankle in his hand but no, he had someone he really likes─right?

Yūta gulps, switching his hands, still holding your ankle as he gets on his knees, “Please. I have no clue what I’m doing and I just want to─”

“Yūta, I’m not your experiment.”

He breathes heavily, “But I can be yours, please, you can do anything to me.” Your eyes seemed to never lose the burning annoyance, the rage that made him feel as if you’d burn up in flames at any second.

“I already told you, I don’t─”

“Fuck virgins, I know but is that the only thing stopping you? Give me a good reason why you don’t have sex with virgins and I’ll leave.”

You sigh, rubbing your hands in the centre of your eyes, “They always cum too fast, okay? Virgins, especially guys get inside a nice soft pussy and bust within a second.”

Yūta huffs, “I won’t. I promise.”

His eyes were passionate, he wanted to prove you wrong. Especially when you were looking at him with less of that hate and more of a concern. Your eyes soften and he sees the possibilities, the way you’re under him right now could turn within a flash if only your clothes were off, shit, he didn’t even think of how he’d react if he saw you naked…he might actually fail.

“Okay, but if you cum don’t ever talk to me again.”

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“You can’t just keep telling me to stop.” You wipe the drool off your lips, eyes flickering towards his flushed vermillion cheeks.

He’s got the back of his hand stuffed in his mouth, biting down on it so he wouldn’t make so much noise. Your brother was home and well, it would be extremely awkward if he walks in.

Yūta’s body shakes under every little touch, sweat beading down his naked torso, his eyes water.“It’s not fair, I’m the only one naked.”

You rolled your eyes, tapping the tip of his angry red cock, “My room, my rules. Plus you wanted this, right?”

“I wanted to learn how to have sex, not resist busting my load in your─fuck! extremely wet and skilled mouth,” he twitches and squirms when your tongue licks at its hole, crying out, “You’re killing me.”

“Woah, as if it’s not the whole point, I’m teaching you restraint. I’m not letting you fuck me and cum right away.”

Yūta jumbles his words, his toes curl and he lets out the most intoxicating guttural moan you’ve ever heard. If only he could tell how wet were you with only the sight and sound of him. You shift your weight feeling the wet pool between your legs, sticking to your panties.

His eyes were soaked with his tears, his lips bruised from all the biting he did to try to keep his mouth shut.

Footsteps near your bedroom and you freeze, holding his veiny erect dick in your hand and you release his velvety dick from your mouth letting it drop, “Shush, wait a second.”

A knock at the door and your brother speaks, “Yo, what you want for dinner? Mom and dad won’t be home til’ late they told me to order something.”

Your brother was none other than Choso Kamo and well Yūta was scared out of his skin. He was not about to get caught balls deep inside Choso’s sister’s mouth. Yūta gasps, shutting his mouth with his hands immediately.

You sigh, pulling back his hand from his mouth, “What are you ordering?”

“Pizza? Mcdonalds, pick.”

You hum, nodding towards Yūta, “What do you want?”

Yūta’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head, and he cries in panic, “What? What do I─what do you mean?”

“Just get pizza, and get lots of sides and a drink, thank you.” You shout towards the door, hearing your brother reply and tap away on his phone assuming that he is ordering it right away.

You chuckle, seeing Yūta’s shocked expression was lowkey entertaining, plus he’s such a cute little crybaby.

“Why did you do that to me?”

You shrug, pinching his cheeks, “Becuz’ you’re cute.”

He cries out when your hands knead his cock effortlessly. His hair sprawled slick back over his head. For someone who’s had zero experience he’s been resisting quite well, especially since you were trying to make him cum─something in your gut clenches thinking of the way he’d cum so prettily, you wanted to experience it.

Yūta had always been a pretty boy, really pretty but way too kind and innocent for you to ever try anything with so when he knocked on the door an hour ago you couldn’t wait to play with your food.

Precum leaks past his hefty size, he wasn’t the biggest you’ve seen but god, it was so pretty just like his face.

“Are you ready?”

Yūta gasps, catching his breath, “Ready? Uh─ready for what?”

“For me.”

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“Condom,” You waved the packet in your hand, “Or no condom?”

Below you Yūta laid like a pillow princess, eyes bewildered, his lips fell open breathing heavy breaths. His hands are amateur and frail holding onto the sides of your hips, scared to venture and grab at the curvature of your body.

He whines, brain stuttering, “I don’t─I don’t mind.” His lashes are long, raven and flutter as if he’s got mascara on it, god you were jealous. His adams apple is visible and moves whenever he gulps, you felt the urge to press your mouth against it and bruise it but you had something else to do.

You cock your head, wanting to tease him. Your chest bare, he could barely keep himself from looking but he wanted to be polite, even when your pussy was out and only hovering about his erection. “Pick.”

He gulps, eyes flickering to your chest, drool almost slides past his plump lips, “No condom.”

You smirk, “Good choice, you should be grateful I’m on birth control but this will make your life harder, I’ll warn you again─you cum you never talk to me again, Okkotsu, in school if you see me walk the other way─”

“I know, I won’t.” He says confidently, gripping your hips tightly.

You nod, tossing the packet aside. You were wet but it could be easier so you take one of his hands pressing it against the fat lips of your cunt. Yūta chokes immediately, you could see his abs flex, for a guy like him he was built but not ripped. God, he’s cute.

His hands were guided towards the folds of your pussy, feeling down the slit gathering slick at the tips of his fingers. Without even any hints from you he presses harder, feeling through the folds towards the entrance.

Your breath hitches in your throat, hands holding you up beside his head. Your tits hang right about his face, “Could I, you know, put those in my mouth?”

“Hhm, Yūta you could do anything to me right now,” You say, catching your moans with a press of your lips.

He felt himself get harder, knowing how wet you were just because of him, it was because of him right? He hopes so, feeling the itching desire to go deeper. He slips his two fingers into your wet needy cunt, feeling all of that arousal. You moan and Yūta’s mouth catches one of your nipples sucking on them. Your body squirms, feeling the flow of pleasure down your spine.

You couldn’t hold back, “Please, Yūta, deeper.”

He listens right away, his body reacting to yours with ease. He was learning fast, somehow he felt as if he was having sex with someone he’s known for a long time─somehow his fingers knew the way to pleasure you as if it’s done it a lot of times.

Your lips were wet and red from biting your lips, your brother would definitely hear you. Yūta couldn’t resist anymore, even though he told himself this would be just sex, your lips looked way too tasty.

His lips caught yours, sucking them into his─mixing your tongues together. He loved the way your voice echoes into his throat, the way your cunt clenches when he goes deeper and curls it like those people in porn do. His two fingers bottom out inside of you, wanting the right spot. Your hands weaved through his hair, pulling making him groan.

“You’re so hot,” Yūta slurs, his voice drunk with bliss, “I want to kiss you all day, it feels so good.”

You agree, nodding as your tongue folds around his, sucking on the end of it before you pulled away with a string of drool, “Fuck me now, Yūta, fucking put your dick inside of me.”

“Okay, baby. I’ll fuck you, I’ll fuck you real good.”

He doesn’t lie. He looks down at where your bodies would meet, holding onto his dick as he lines it up. His eyes and yours meet, his through his lashes and he doesn’t lose eye contact wanting to see the way your face melts when his cock begins its stretch into your dripping cunt.

The spongey head presses and stretches you open when his hands guide your hips down slowly, he wanted to control the pace. The stretch was painful from the sheer girth but in a lewd way, the pain felt good. You sit slowly, watch his lips drop glossy with the drool he dribbled.

You teased the entry, bobbing up and down only allowing the tip to ease in and out, Yūta stifles a whine, “Oh god, it feels so good. You feel so good.”

His eyes flutter, dilated with pleasure. If only he’d known it would feel this good he’d not been so scared to do it earlier.

“Everything feels too good!”

You couldn’t help yourself wanting to completely take his entirety, you sit with a quick motion completely taking his breath. Yūta chokes, shutting his eyes─his face flushed with a pained expression, “Slow down, please, I’m gonna cum if you do that again.”

“Well, that’s not really my problem, is it? If you cum that’s your fault─”

“That’s not fair, you don’t get to just sit on me with this tight pussy and just─fuck, expect me to not cum!” He strains, his abs flex bending forwards as he tries to resist his release.

“Please, let me cum,” His eyes watering again, knowing no matter what you wouldn’t listen.

“You want to cum that badly?”

You bottom him out inside of you, clenching around him. It fit snugly in the molds of your cunt, filling up its entirety. You roll your hips, torturing him. “It doesn’t really matter to me, if you cum then cum.”

“But I’ll never be able to talk to you again,” He whines, trying his hardest to hold you still with his shaking sweaty palms. The breeze from your ac hitting your bareback sends shivers down your spine as you halt.

You cock your head, blowing a raspberry, “So?”

“So, I don’t want that.”

Oh, considering you were only supposed to be his first experience you were kinda confused with his intentions, maybe he was just a little too fucked out to think right now. No, Yūta wasn’t fucked out, he was thinking very clearly and he didn’t want to end up ruining this, this moment, and whatever that could happen after…hopefully.

“But don’t you want to cum?”

Yuta sobs, nose stuffed, “I do! But you won’t let me.”

You lean down, biting his lobe, you moan loudly purposefully dragging your body up dropping his cock out of you almost entirely, and sitting back down on it. He squirms, gasping, “Fuck you!”

“You are─you are fucking me, Yūta, and I love it so much.” You whined with bliss, playing dirty, “I love the way your cock fits inside of me, feel that? You’re making me shake, pretty boy.”

You clench around him earning a couple of whimpers here and there. You lean back, resting your hands on the top of his thighs giving him a good view of your pussy engulfing his dick and your tits bouncing as you roll your hips throwing your head back.

Yūta felt the thrill, the clench in his stomach, the knot. He takes your tits in his hands, squeezing and savoring them as it might be the last time if he can’t hold back.

Humming, slightly disappointed it didn’t work you completely let him drop out of you. Kicking a leg over you face your ass towards him instead, his eyes nearly pop out of his head, face first with the juiciest ass he’s ever seen. His hands move with their own mind, gripping the cheeks and spreading them to see your perky little asshole. Your raw and swollen lips, leaking with his precum and your arousal. You look back, enjoying his excitement.

“Will you cum?”

He shakes his head, “Not if you don’t want me to.”

“Then make me cum,” You grab his cock and sit on it, enjoying the quick and abrupt penetration. It kisses your cervix, slamming against it over and over, “Make me cum pretty boy.”

Yūta nods, sitting up as much as he could, “I’ll try.”

He uses whatever he’s learned in all those porn videos, hentai, and erotic mangas. He reaches for your bundle of nerves, flicking it and rubbing it. There wasn’t much needed to help your already sensitive body, the way he’s trying and the softness of his fingers were enough to make you squirm. Your toes curl and your voice shrieks raw moans that scratched at the back of your throat.

Your body twitches, shivers. You choke up, hooking down on his cock with your cunt that pulses and shakes uncontrollably from the rush of bliss. Yūta kisses the back of your neck, peppering the sweet and softest open-mouthed presses down your back. “Come on, I feel you cumming, cum all over me.”

Loud gushing and squelches bubble from your hole, you almost forget about him. “Yūta.”

“Huh?” He whimpers.

“You can come,” You look back, seeing his bloodshot eyes, “Come inside me, I’m letting you cum.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice, his thrusts are sharp and erratic. Brutally slapping against your bottom he thrusts from below, pushing against the plush blankets. His open mouth gape, drool runs down the corner of his lips and you decide it looked like it would taste good.

Taking his soft lips in yours you press up against him, feeling his load fill you up, painting your walls with his cream. His drool doesn’t stop, damn, it's messy and hot. Your breaths mix and exchanges of moans get swallowed by each other's lips. His lips were soft, bruised from how hard you kissed him. Your tongue enters his mouth licking the roof of his mouth making him groan.

“God, fuck.” He mumbles against your lips. You sit up, letting his softening cock slide out. His cum gushes out, staining your sheets and cascading down your legs to his thigh.

You grab his face in your hands, pressing deeper into him. His soft hands feathers around your waist pulling your body into his, settling you in his lap, “For a virgin, you’re really good.”

“I’m not a virgin anymore,” He says, biting down on your shoulder, “Does this mean you’ll fuck me more?”

You scoff, “Didn’t you want to fuck me so you could fuck that girlfriend of yours good?”

“I told you, not my girlfriend…yet, and maybe never,” Yūta reveals, his grip on your waist tightens as if to prove a point.

“You’re insane.” You press your lips against the crown of his messy and sweat-soaked hair.

Yūta shakes his head, “No, just in love.”

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