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[boozieleos]

Baby girl...I'm looking, and It's not respectfully neither... no sir, it's very disrespectful round here partner

[satorusgothiccwife]

Fire & Gasoline - Enjin x Reader

Synopsis: You and Enjin are a match made in hell, and yet you just can’t seem to stay away from each other

Content warnings: 18+, MDNI. F!reader, p in v sex, toxic relationship, arguing, you and Enjin are both assholes to each other, kind of angst if you squint, no real conflict resolution

Notes: I took the implication of Enjin being lowkey toxic and RANNNNNN with it for this one. As I like to say: if you can’t fix him at least you can fuck him. This is my first time publishing a Gachiakuta fic so I’m very excited for y’all to read this one! Enjoy ♡

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You and Enjin were like fire and gasoline, and you couldn’t stay the hell away from each other if your lives depended on it.

There was no one who could get under his skin like you could. There was no one who could push you away with all his might just to pull you back in just as easily as he could. Every nasty argument, every slammed door, screamed insult, every “I never wanna fucking see you again” usually ended the same way. And you didn’t know who was stupider: him, for finding his way back every damn time, or you for actually letting him back in.

One thing was for sure: he knew where home was. For better or for worse.

Tonight was definitely in the “for worse” category.

You didn’t know how the argument had started, and at this point, you didn’t know what the hell you were even arguing about. Escalation was as easy as breathing for the two of you. Neither of you had a point to make anymore, and neither of you were even trying to win. It was less of a fight and more of you both just taking your grievances out on each other.

“—I can’t keep fucking doing this, Enjin!”

You were never afraid to get up in his face when you were arguing with him, and he never stopped you. He could, and quite easily, but he was weirdly prideful of the fact that you weren’t afraid of him like that.

That said: he was still mad as fuck. His expression is twisted in that taunting, smug sneer you hated as you scream in his face.

“I can’t! I’m so fucking sick of your shit! You’ve got me out here looking fucking crazy—“

“You’re out here making yourself look crazy!” He laughs right back in your face. “I don’t tell you to keep doing this shit with me, [Name]! No one’s holding a gun to your head and telling you to keep letting me back in—“

“No one tells you to keep coming back, either! And yet, every single fucking time you come crawling back to me like the pussy-whipped bitch you are!”

“Oh, please.” Enjin rolls his eyes when you call him “pussy-whipped”. Despite the fact that you weren’t even wrong, his pride would never allow you to think that, even for a second. “I don’t crawl—“

“Oh nooo, you don’t crawl,” you sneer, crossing your arms. “You show up banging at my door crying like a bitch at three in the morning because you might’ve heard I fucked someone else—“

“[Name]—“

“‘Baby, baby please, I didn’t mean allat,’” you continued, mocking the last time he’d done exactly that. “‘[Name], I don’t wanna fucking fight anymore, I just want you—‘“

“[Name], stop that shit right now,” Enjin growls, a hint of genuine hurt in his eyes. “You know I don’t—“

“You don’t what? Mean anything you fucking say? Don’t come back unless someone actually threatens to treat me right without all the back and forth, on-off bullshit? Don’t wanna commit but don’t want me to move on either? Yeah, I could’ve guessed that, En, thanks.”

“That ain’t what I was gonna say and you know it,” Enjin snaps, and he can feel his patience wearing thinner and thinner with each exchange. “Y’know what? Fine. Fine! You’re right. I got issues, everything’s my fault, I’m the fucking asshole, you deserve better and all that bullshit. You happy now? Fuckin’ hell.” He lets out a frustrated huff, running a hand through his hair before whirling away from you to snatch his coat off the arm of your couch. You narrow your eyes as you follow his movements. “I don’t need this shit right now.”

“Fine, then fucking go!”

“What’s it look like I’m doing?” Enjin says as he stalks to your door, pulling on his jacket. “Fuck!”

“See if I fuckin’ let you back in next time,” you mutter bitterly to yourself, but still loud enough for him to hear. “Like I can’t get mid-ass dick and a headache from anyone else.”

“…”

Enjin fully freezes as his hand is halfway to the doorknob when he finally registers what you said, and he slowly turns his head to where you’re still stewing in the middle of the living room. His expression is strangely blank, and you don’t even realize he’s still there until you notice that the door hasn’t slammed yet. You look up at him, your brows furrowed in confusion, your eyes still filled with venom.

“What?”

“‘Mid-ass dick?’” Enjin repeats. “Is that what you really just said?”

…He can’t be serious.

“You cannot be for real right now, Enjin—“

“No, wait. Wait, wait, wait.” Enjin turns away from the door, letting his trench coat drop from his shoulders onto the floor. “‘Mid-ass dick’. That’s what you just said, right? I heard you.”

“What the fuck is your problem this time? Yeah, that’s what I said. And? Can you go back to getting the fuck out of my house?”

“Oh no. No, no, noooooo,” Enjin drawls as he saunters back into the living room. “Fuck you mean by ‘mid’?”

You take a step back, then another as Enjin slowly advances on you, the expression in his golden eyes unreadable as he successfully backs you up against the wall, looking down at you.

“En—“

“So we’re just straight up lying now, huh?” Enjin says, tattooed hands grabbing at your hips before you could yell at him again. He pushes himself up against you, and the familiar smell of his cigarettes and whatever cologne he uses floods your nose as he bends down to speak directly in your ear. “Don’t front just cuz you’re pissed at me, babe. You love this dick.”

You let out a disgruntled sound as you uselessly bat at his tattooed chest with your hands. You didn’t have anything on him when it came to strength, but you could shove him off of you if you really wanted to.

The only problem was that you didn’t want to. Not really.

“Fuck off,” is your lame retort, and he actually laughs in disbelief, shaking his head as he grins down at you, so wide his dimple flashes.

“That’s the best you can come up with? ‘Fuck off’?”

“I can say a lot worse about you, asshole.”

“Ooh. I’m shakin’ in my fuckin’ boots, baby.” He takes a step back from you, the expression on his face flickering from mockery to something almost uncertain as he looks you up and down. Then he sighs heavily, running a hand through his hair for the second time that night.

“Fuck it.”

Before you can even blink, you’re up against the wall again, and Enjin’s mouth is pressed feverishly against yours. You can’t tell if he’s trying to kiss you or devour you— it’s a mess of teeth and tongue and low moans from his throat, and your leg hooks around his waist, keeping him closer.

“Every fuckin’ time—“ Enjin gasps against your mouth. “The fuck is wrong with me?”

He already knew the answer to that. The same thing wrong with him was the same thing that was wrong with you. The messy, frustrating, exhilarating cycle that defined you and Enjin’s relationship wasn’t something you guys could simply stop.

It always ended up like this.

Enjin hadn’t even bothered carrying you to the bedroom or even the couch. The closest surface had been your kitchen counter, and it wasn’t long before he had you up on it, your legs around his waist, your nails leaving long, red scratches along his back as he fucked you like he had no other purpose in his life.

“You talk so much shit,” he rasps against your throat, “but you always fuckin’ come back for this ‘mid-ass’ dick, right?”

“Sh-shut up,” you gasp, arching into him as he once again hits that spot inside of you, the one that makes you forget your own name for a few moments. “I fucking hate you—“

“Mm, this pussy don’t hate me.” He laughs against your ear before his tongue traces the shell of it, causing you to mewl softly. “She fuckin’ loves me.”

“You’re such a dick, Enjin— fuck.”

“What was that?” He rolls his hips again, slow and deliberate so you can feel every inch of him sliding between your walls, and the noise you make when he bottoms out makes his pulse flutter. “Mhm. That’s what I thought.” He pulls out almost completely again, and when you actually whimper from the emptiness, he pushes back in the same way. Slow, deep, deliberate. He groans at the feeling of you clenching around him, how warm and tight and familiar being inside of you was. Like he was home.

“Fuck, [Name]… fuck… fuck…”

“En… shit—“

His face presses into your shoulder, eyes squeezing shut as he fucks into you again, each thrust growing more forceful until your nails were digging into his back again, until neither of you could really speak a sentence that wasn’t a curse or the other’s name. It always ended like this, didn’t it? His body didn’t forget you. Couldn’t forget you if he tried. Every argument, every thrown insult, every time he walked out that door… it never lasted.

For better or for worse, you were his home.

[boozieleos]

Morning Pre-rolls

Plug/frat-boy!Geto X Black!Reader

Summary: When your morning bang sesh doesn't go as planned why not interrupt some randos just to make up lost time? MDNI— Drugs mentioned, two-part story, slight manipulation, failed sneaky link, slow burn, hotboxing, and morning liberties as a college student (LOL)

A/N: Was this somewhat based on some college experiences? Maybe, but that's the essence of the visssioonnnn!

wrd Cnt: 3.8k

The morning was the ideal time to step outside and breathe fresh air on campus. Everything looked beautiful—flowers swayed with the fog, and the grass was thick with dew. No one was around yet because it was considered 'Too early.’ For you, it was perfect—security was still inside, and you could head to your car to enjoy quiet and a good blunt. Or so you believed…

You were up before the alarm, throwing back the covers, jumping off your bed, and slipping some clothes on. You made your way to the bathroom, slipping into the shared space and turning on the small light above the shower. Sometimes you hated sharing a space with three people; the bathroom looked like a party girl nightmare. Cups, glitter, bras, and underwear scatter everywhere amongst the amalgamation of hair care, body care, and way too many decorations. 

Did these bitches forget they had to take this shit home?

You knew it, shit, when you moved on campus, you made sure to bring your clothes, maybe two or three decorations, and your cleaning products, but all that extra shit? They could keep that… You get it, ‘Everyone has their unique ways of expressing oneself’. 

AGAIN, not the fucking point, it’s cluttery and stuffy. This is a college dorm, not a fucking house… Now you were tripping over shoes, shirts, and miscellaneous party shit that should be on her side of the closet… AND LET'S ZOOM IN ON THAT…

HER. SIDE. cause her side was the dirtiest, not dirty as in ‘omg your doormates got roaches!?’ dirty, but she was a clutter freak and a party girl. When you were assigned to her, you’d thought she’d be an ideal match, but no, she was your dorm nightmare, and her other friends were just across the way, sandwiching you in all their bullshit. 

Loud and noisy during the night, quiet and lazy during the day—and she never kept her shit on her side, somehow a loose piece of her got all over your shit and you. No matter what you told her, she still didn’t listen to you. Whatever, that’s why you left the dorm right before she even got to waking up and complaining about a headache. 

Still, she wasn’t all bad, I mean, yeah, she was a shitty roommate. But she had her qualities, like helping you move in, sharing her food when she didn’t need to, and offering her stuff as your stuff. “Mi casa es su casa~!” 

Yeah, a piece of work, but hey, at least you didn’t have to wonder what the campus was up to—not only does she give you the scoop, but she gave you the college, ‘Dirty News’ app made by one of the tech students called What’s New? 

One thing she was right about was that the news was juicy and dirtier than you imagined. 

The morning hit you from the big windows in the hallway, making you squint; they should invest in shades… All around the campus, and these big ass windows, the fuck do we need to see anyway? The back of a building where the service animals take a shit?

While you waited for the elevator, you took a snoop through What’s New?—trying to catch up on whatever news/gossip you missed out on.

Mmmm, someone stole a cart from the football field… ‘nother pregnancy…Frat boys hosting a Glow In The Dark party (ehehhheeeheh), another bathroom fight…

Ding~!

You stepped on the elevator, eyes still glued to your phone. Hitting the first floor with accuracy without moving your head an inch.

Someone missed an exam and is asking about the answers… Was that a dick!? EW… everyone was ragging on it, as expected… 

Ding~!

“Ugh, people need to get a hobby…” You whispered, stepping out into the lobby. The morning meant the lobby was clear, besides the low hum of washers and the TV’s by the public kitchen, there were not many people there, so you didn’t have to fight or wait for anyone to finish their ‘fake ass cooking videos’ or their TikToks, just to use the damn Microwave.

 If you felt like studying, the big glass room was vacant, and the laundry? 

You could just watch your clothes wash, like watching paint dry. So satisfying.

Okay, maybe that wasn’t really a privilege thing; it just came with the territory. Still, though, early morning campus life was better than any late night you could ever seek. The morning air kissed your skin in delicate waves. You took a deep breath, living in the moment. 

The sun's golden rays rising over the bell tower, casting the campus in this forever honey orange film, had you practically skipping down the walkway. You could feel it, yet another successful morning for me! 

As you tread down the walkway to the cramped parking space behind the cafeteria, you couldn’t help but curse the man responsible for making this dank ass parking lot. 

This one was on you, though—if you’d reserved that parking spot behind your building like you were told to at the beginning of the year, you wouldn’t be sharing a lot with fifty different students who were just as savage for those public parks as you were.

Again, that shit was expensive, and you only had so much money thanks to School hours and the oncampus starbucks docking your days because of it… so that was gonna be a hard no for you anyways…

When you made it to the vast parking lot, you pulled out your keys from your hoodie and went on a manhunt. Cmon I didn’t park you that deep, did I?

Meep Meep~!

Yep, you in fact did, and right in the middle too.

Ugh, why couldn’t you have parked on the outer ring? At least you could just slip in and slip out—now you had to worry about the assholes on either side of you not being able to park, meaning you’d have to squeeze between a rock and a hard place just to get into your car. 

You groaned, walking through the grass to the cracky asphalt, making your way between hundae and sundans, a white Kia with wayy too many stickers—oh, finally, here she was! Your pretty black Nissan! The doors unlocked, and before you fully sat down, you were being stopped by a gruff ass, “Aye!”

You turned around, expecting to find someone standing behind you trying to get in their car or something. But there was no one there, so you resumed getting into yours, “Heeyyy~ I’m over here. Why’d you turn the opposite way of my voice?”

You tilted your head to look around your car and saw someone there—parked on your right in a grey Mercedes. The tinted, slightly cracked windows let you catch a glimpse of raven black hair and the scent of something delicious. 

You release the handle briefly to walk around to the other side. As you approach, the window lowers further, revealing a pair of deep lavender eyes with a hint of red tint.

Large puffs of smoke emitted from the car. 

It engulfed you—the smell alone melting the tension from your shoulders, making you feel soft and fuzzy. You had to stop yourself from leaning in and taking a big whiff, pulling yourself together, making a mental note to go digging around campus for new plugs, cause yours wasn’t doin’ his fucking job if niggas were walking around smelling like this and gettin’ higher than you. 

“Sorry to bother ya’, but you’re the only one around for miles, and I don’t feel like movin’...” yeah, whatever he was on, you wanted it, his eyes were red as shit, alternating between slow blinks and slurred speech, and his voice was so deep and soft, you bet he’d sound sexier in bed.

“Long story short, I just wanna know if a pretty girl like you happened to be carryin’ one?” Huh? Carrying what? Fuck, you weren’t even fully listening, too focused on the way he spoke, and the way his eyes moved.

You shifted on your feet, feeling that drop of embarrassment run down your back, making you panic, “Uh, I’m sorry, say that again?”

There was a moment of silence before he started laughing at you, one of those old-school, full-body laughs. His eyes disappeared as he curled in on himself, still laughing, taking glances at your stupid face before hiding his in his hands and laughing harder than before. 

When he was finished, tears were racing down his cheeks, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, you tickle me. That shit was funny, you should’ve seen your face! I knew you weren’t listening!” He started up again, making your face hot. 

You turned around with a tight huff, “If you’re just gonna make fun of me, then you don’t need nun!” Just as you were about to walk away, he spoke softer this time, “No, no, I do need sumthin’ from youuuu, I’m sorry I laughed at you pretty baby, you want me to make it all better~”

“Is this your version of flirting orrr?” I mean, you were the one not paying attention. If anyone had the right to be upset, it’d be him; you were the one not listening. So calm down, turn back around, and come at the conversation another way. 

“Nah, just wanna know if a pretty girl like you had a cigar.”

A… Cigar? Mean sure, you had like two of them, but the gas station was literally right there—NO, if he got out of his car, he could walk across the street to the gas station nestled next to the Insomnia Cookie and buy one… A senior citizen could make that walk and back, within two minutes… it didn’t even take two minutes, IT WAS RIGHT FUCKING THERE, YOU COULD FUCKING SEE IT…

You stood there for a brief moment before slowly shrugging your bag off your shoulder and rummaging around for that blue pack of HDs you bought last night, slipping your fingers through its hard-to-open seal, and pulling one out. You hesitantly reached over to give it to him; his eyes tracking your hand like a hawk, stopping just short of the window. 

His face disappeared; in place of it, long slender fingers covered in eye-warping tattoos that snaked past his wrists, leaving your imagination to wrap around what the rest of him could look like. And god, his hand was huge, it could swallow your entire throat.

Was it weird that you got a little excited from the thought? 

It wasn’t sinful, yes, but lots of girls thought that way, especially when it was a hot ass dude with an adorable laugh, pretty eyes, and long ass fingers that could probably hit the back of your cunt jusssttt right- Focus! We must stay focused!

“Right, well if that’s all you needed, ‘m glad I could help y-”

“Who said that’s all I needed from you?” There was something in the way he said, ‘you’, that had you feeling possessed? You tossed him a look of confusion, “Huh? I don’t got no snacks, so if you get hungry, gasstations right there-”

“I never asked you for that smart ass lil’ girl.” his words sounded evil, but his voice was laxed and calm, “Just- whatchu finna do in that piece of shit you call your ride?”

Okay, whoa- “First of all, I’ve had that ‘Piece of shit’ for three years, it’s my baby, and you will respect that!” You walk up on his window, not caring what he’d say, leaning close, frustration mixed with a shot to your pride, oh how adorable, she’s mad at me~

How could Suguru not tease you?

He tilted his head back, “I’m just joking-”

You interrupted, “Well, that wasn’t funny! You need to know the difference between a joke and a fucking insult—didn’t yo’ mama ever teach you if you had nun’ nice to say, don’t say shit at all?”

“Don’t got one.” pure silence, he continued, “Now what?”

Now, it was your turn to laugh; you turned around and doubled over, laughing like a dork. You could hear him snorting at you, making you laugh harder, “You funny, what’s your name?”

You were breathless, sucking in whatever air you could around the bouts of laughter threading your system together in funny little quips. 

“You wanna know?”

.

.

.

Suguru Geto, third-year frat boy with a head, hand, and family deep in the growing business. He’s been distributing top-tier shit since he’s been here. You sat and listened to him tell you how he got here, why, and some other intriguing lore. Like the fact that he was the ‘farm daddy’ of good product. 

And just to let you know what was up, he let you join him on a session—his car smelled like cologne and weed, he must’ve been a sticker-lover, it showed…

You sat back against the comfy cushions, looking out at the world through tinted lenses.  “So, what’s your story since I’m tellin’ you mines?”

You thought long and hard, “Came from an okay doing family, definitely not distributors like your folks, or you, just an investor tryna get through the college days and hopefully land this culinary degree.”

His eyes grew wide at the last part, “Culinary degree~ Tryna be a chef are ya’?”, the compliment stirred something deep, tugging at your skipping heart. You turned away shyly, giving a sheepish nod, aww, don’t get all shy on me now, the fun’s just begun~ 

His hand traced his sticker-coated middle console, flicking the tiny latch open, revealing a fat stack of cash tucked under a bag of green dusted in white. Well, damn, damn, damn!

Nothing, absolutely nothing, not the job you worked, or the little money you could scrape off tips, nothing, could compare to the money he had. 

And what the fuck wasn’t your plug doing that he was, cause right now he was fiddling with a ziploc full like it was a normal day in America, meanwhile your plug shows up to your off-campus dorm with weak-ass quarter bags telling you, “This all I got till next Thursday.” 

That was some grade A bullshit. 

You were mesmerized by the way he rolled, his well-groomed nails sliced a perfect line down the side, while his eyes trailed over to yours, “Can you break this down for me love?” plopping that same bag in your lap before sliding his hand around to the glove compartment, and retrieving a small rolling tray hidden under stacks of papers, cigar pouches and litters of ash. 

He set it on your lap, along with the cigar. “So, why are you up so early?” he asked, not taking his eyes off you, “Um, just some early morning hotboxing, maybe a quick bite from the cafe or someplace close…You?”

“Pussy.” 

Your hand hesitated, you looked over to see if he was joking, he wasn’t, he was dead ass… You cocked a brow. I mean, what did you expect from a fratboy? Course he’s out either getting pussy or doing shit he’s definitely not supposeed too. 

Suguru could see the discourse, to dispel your alarms, he continued, “Eh, she wasn’t on shit, nervous of whatever she said…Said she didn’t wanna do it today, maybe next time…Blah blah blah her roomies this- yk.” No, no, you didn’t know…You didn’t get around like that; you’d rather die than be caught up in street news for being the ‘Fratboy Bunny Barec’. 

Yeah, that shit was a real thing! You shouldn’t even be in his car, this could only be an enuido to what he could be doing with you, attest to what you two knew you were doing in that car right then. 

Wouldn’t matter to What’s New, WHAT'S real and WHAT’S just an elaborate hoax… leave it to the childish minds of grown ass adults to make up lies just to ruin someone for pure fun.

“Yeahhh, no no I don’t know know, but I guess I understand the frustrations?” Still, you weren’t above a new friend. Besides, he didn’t seem that interested in you, besides the hapless flirting he did earlier or the fact that he was LITERALLY ON HIS WAY to getting pussy; not your business, so…

In your eyes, you two were just sharing a blunt and a little conversation. Maybe catching his number and making new purchases that weren’t with Mahito… Other than that, you two were merely acquaintances, right… just acquaintances. 

“Sorry, made you uncomfy with that?” his voice was looping your thoughts and yanking them from your mind, making you melt into his seat, “Um, no i’m fine, guess that’s just a normal thing for you?”

Still, what was the harm if he was? He was so sweet when he apologized, and those fingers were still itching the back of your mind. 

His calloused fingers landed on your thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze, “Oh no no, I’m not like my other brothers.…” his fingers slid up your joggers, fiddling with the loose lace that wasn’t tied tight, “I fuck when she’s interesting~” 

His eyes wouldn’t leave yours; it made your nerves jitter. For a second, he seemed like he was trying to analyze if you were his type. There was a short pause before he was pulling away, pretending nothing had happened, giving you a short laugh, “ha! Should’ve seen your face…”

“You high as shit aren’t you?” you couldn’t help but smirk, when he gasped dramatically, throwing an offended hand over his chest, “Meee? If this is high to you, then I’m bout to fuck yo’whooooolleee world up, sweetie.”

“Oh yeah? How?” you challenged, only making his smile grow wider, “Lemme show you how~”

.

Silly girl, he was more than interested in you—this far in and you seemed like more than a quick fuck. 

He couldn’t find one girl who hadn’t been fucked by his chapter, or wasn’t a pussy like the play he was SUPPOSED TO GET this morning, that was the ONLY reason he decided to leave that early. He wouldn’t do this shit normally, but the bitch was bad and had no ties to anyone he knew; she was perfect. 

Or so he was conjured up to believe. 

Then she had to go and pull that, ‘maybe tomorrow’ shit, after he just went through all the trouble of getting out of bed, putting himself together and smelling like a million fucking bucks—AND HE PLANNED TO SMOKE HER OUT! Oh my god, she ruined his day…

But you came along and fixed all that right up for him—Okay, so he lied about a fewww things… Like not having a cigar, he had one, but the moment he saw yo’ fine ass walking to your car in those joggers and that hoodie, tryna look all mad you had to walk to your car—he snapped that shit in half and threw it in his back seat. 

Cigar who? Never heard of er…

And why would you believe his freak ass when he said he wasn’t like his brothers? He’s the dirtiest, kinkiest, and shameless one there, a gentleman, yes, but that was all a part of the show. You were already in his manipulative little hands, you just didn’t know it. 

The moment he said something to you, you should’ve kept acting dumb and gotten in your car. The second he asked you to step into his car, his domain, you were doomed from then on—and he didn’t have to force shit, didn’t have to dirty talk you and call you all types of names like Toji and Kuna did. Didn’t have to flex a muscle like Todo, didn’t have to flash a pic of shit like Gojo, and what cute factor or emo factor did he have to push?

Just opened his mouth, flashed you those pretty lavender eyes that had all the girls on campus wanting his kids. A quick tattoo flex that had your eyes tracing every eye and line. 

So a little lie slipped, but were you gonna know? And if you seen it, he knew an easy cover-up—just say he didn’t notice it, or maybe that was the one he’d lost. Whatever the case may be, spending a morning with you in place of pussy was a win-win in his eyes.

You’d come around eventually, and that’s what mattered. 

A?N: I had to cut this one cause I ran out of words???? Like hello!?—but I will be doin' another part, hope yall likey the first one, working on the second one with some other stories... can't believe I ran out of mfking words...

[smorpher]

You know what?

I think I kinda understand Kaori right now

[boozieleos]

Yeah call me Kenjaku...

[boozieleos]

Hehehehe the College Au.... Ahahahshsh.... Geto.... Shahahahahahaha.... FRAT BOY GETO.... Shahahahahahaha hahahah

plug+frat-boy! Geto x Decent old reliable late night party girl reader whose lowkey using being good as a cover up to do dumb shit late at night on the weekends ahahahahahahahahahah

Writing a fanfic for my off day and putting a soul in it cause I use to go to college....

Ahahahahahahahahagahahahhahahahahahahahah

[boozieleos]

Y'all fuck with Jjk Modulo!? I FEEL LIKE IM BY MYSELF IM TRYNA FIND THE GIRLS WHO UNDERSTAND THE VISION

ITS ABOUT THE VISIONNNNNNN THE VISION

Also got my hands on two men I'm bout to FAAAHHHHHHH ive already been writing for Usami but DABURA!?

[boozieleos]

You Don't Need To See Shit

Sukuna X Black!Reader

*Short Fic*

MDNI— you so worried about those glasses take em off!

A/N: oof I'm backkk! Shout out for the love on Pet,pray and Penance! Take another for the glasses girlies~

Trying to pump out more for the New Year*

He had you on your back, hands above your head, throat tightening under his grip. You were fighting for your life.

His muscles flexed, sweat melting his body and dripping onto you.

Head in a flower field of pure bliss, touching the sky. He groaned when you clenched, "That feels good don't it Pet?"

You whined, "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

His grip tightened, pounding you into the headboard.

You were losing it, air wasn't available and he was everywhere. Filling your useless brain in waves of pleasure that had your gurgling words that sounded like, "Yes!" And "Please~"

That pretty halo over your frizzy curls was hypnotizing. Just as you were in the cusp of something that could only be described as carnal.

Your glasses slipped, frantically you pushed them back, which made Sukuna stop.

You were confused, trying to look up at him—but he was already in your wake. Crimson eyes piercing your soul, "You need to see sum Pet?"

You shook your head frantically, "N-n-ah!" A wanton moan pulled from your chest, from a lewd thrust up, followed by a grunt, "Good-"

Thirty minutes in—your head was drifting in and out of ecstasy. Another deep thrust, and your glasses slipped, again your hand flew to stop them.

Again, he stopped, "Pet..."

You stuttered ,"I-im sorry! I'm sorry I promise I won't-" before the words could even spill, he released your throat, ripping your glasses off and throwing them hard enough to shatter them in two.

"The fuck you need to see for!?" His grip was back on your throat, this time he was fully choking you. His hips didn't stutter nor did they falter, "I said. What. Do. You. Need. To. See."

Each syllable was punctuated with an even harder thrust. You couldn't even speak, his hand released your throat, gripping your hair to pull you down to look.

"If you wanted to look Pet, then look at it." His other hand pushed your thigh up to your shoulder, bending you in two and splitting you down the middle.

You were a blurry creamy mess in your eyes, making you whimper.

"Look at it—looookkk at ittt~" he chanted in a broken moan, watching your eyes twitch and roll, "Oh no no~ you wanna look, look, look Pet. Look at the mess you make, look at the carnage I bring- LOOK AT IT!" You tried to focus those hazy eyes.

But the blur from your tears mixed with the fact that you actually couldn't see shit made it a blurry scene of Hot passionate sex that had your pussy keening.

You gushed around his cock. Unbeknownst to his pleasure blinding him. You tightened again, his veiny hand grew weak, "ohh fuhhhck! Fuckk fuck fuck fuck."

"If I wanted you to see I would've tape them to your fuckin' face!" Dragging his tip slowly driving through your burning waters, blush pink fuzz grinding against your clit.

"you will see when I allow it—and right now, I don't want you to see At. All."

Yes, he replaced your glasses in the Morning~

[boozieleos]

Pet, Pray, Penance

Tw. Minors DNITags/Warnings: double penetration, spanking, teasing, orgasm withdrawal, shame kink, praise kink, degrading, choking, back shots and missionary, spanking, worship kink, praying, rough sex, twin cocks, heian Sukuna, dummification, babbling and restraint, slight blood, unholy acts, cult behavior, prayer beads, Begging Kink, Breeding Kink, Punishment Kink double set of mouths cause I said so(¬_¬) I was high when I wrote this so it may be fast paced in some places not proofread.

His head was hurting.

He, the King of curses has had enough.

he wasn't patient — his nails dug into the bone fragments of his throne, teeth gritted, head throbbing with every last sentence that left their throats.

He couldn't take it, he needed to get out, whatever this feeling was, whatever this pressure was building in his skull and wanted to crush his brain - it was from them, their obsessive squabbling about rituals devoted to him.

Their devotion this - their devotion that - their devotion wasn't as strong as yours.

In fact, yes, that is what he needed.

True devotion from his pet, not simple squabbling from over-sized crows with large beaks talking his ears off-

"My Lord-" Uraume called his attention to his words that were spat out. There was silence, all of the devotees were silenced, holding their tongues in shame.

Sigh- nonetheless...

Sukuna called the meeting to an end. He wanted not to be bothered by anyone in his chambers. He needed you, he needed you, his truly devoted one.

The chamber doors slid open angrily on its hinges, his body enveloping the door frame. His eyes scanned his chambers until they fell on you - sitting on a large cushion by the shoji doors — yukata clinging to your shoulders, hands folded over another waiting patiently.

Skin smelling of jasmine and tea oils, kissed by the blessed sun — Head tilt to one side leaning against the weary wooden outline of the doors.

Such a pretty little thing, watching the sky pass by and the flowers bloom.

"Lord Sukuna?" your voice rang in his ears, it made that man purr like a tiger. He smiled, irritation melting off his shoulders. "My precious..." he whispered, ducking to enter the room to make his way to you.

You didn't move, didn't have too - he came to you, sighing loudly, "Is this how we great our king?" His pink brows furrowed, not angry, but you got what he wanted and rose to him.

"Yes my Lord~" obedience, that's what he wanted.

His hands came down around you, enclosing you in his grips to never let you go. Your skin was warm from the sun, and you smelled like heaven.

He lifted you without a second thought, "What grief I've experienced my little one. How they speak of devotion that they do not carry."

He settled you in the middle of his bed on your back. He spread your legs gently, his large yukata slipped from his broad shoulders, tattoos crawling down his chest, cherry blossomed hair rustled in pure beauty. He kissed your thighs, soft ticklish kisses — soft and caring.

"I know there's no devotion greater than that of my loving wife's." He whispered, clawing and kneading your flesh — making you whimper softly, "Won't you agree my love?" his voice was softer now, looking through blush pink lashes, waiting for you.

Your head was already lucid from his talking, and he hadn't been for no longer than two or three minutes. You answered him shakily, voice dripping with need for his attention, "Yes my lord."

"'Yes my Lord' what?" Ryomen cocked his head to the side, still licking a long stripe up your shaky thighs and sucking on the skin behind your knee. You shifted, trying to suppress a gasp, "You're so adorable when you don't know what to say to me. I find your absent mindedness cute."

"I am heavily devoted my L-Ah!" he bit your inner thighs, humming along the melodies of your whines, "Show me."

A deafening rip entered the air, his hands gripping your yukata, exposing your naked body beneath it, "Show me my devotion Pet."

Your body was on fire, he stared at your cunt with greed, "You're wet and I haven't touched you yet. Have you been waiting for me like this all day — have I kept you?" His voice sounded tender, like he cared for your dripping cunt so much, discarding how you yourself felt about waiting.

He paid your dripping slit too much attention, lifting a brow at nothing but your quivering vulva pulsing.

"Oh? So shall I give her what you want?" He asked her. You couldn't take it, "Please..." You whispered, shifting closer to his face, basking in your own embarrassment.

Watching this pathetic display was amusing.

Your soft face filled with hot shame, looking to him for directions, brows furrowed in frustration and temptation.

How palpable — he could almost cry for you.

Such a pity he wasn't ready to give.

He turned his head to the side, resisting the taste of your syrup drenched cunt for that gasp that shook your expression to pure shock.

Had your begging not been enough for him?

"My lord- please!" You begged, lips quivering eyes welling with tears.

oh don't you look good begging, "Say that again with some conviction." he teased, eyes focused on yours — watching you go crazy from simple teasing.

"Why must you tease me so my love-" You whispered on shaky elbows, looking up at his snarky expression with a pout, crystals in your hazy eyes, you gave your best to your mean husband, "Please my love —please, offer me relief only your hands could give."

There's his begging wife.

"Now that's conviction my dear." His tongue delves between your warm sticky folds sending you into shock. Your thighs quivered, "Mmph!"

your head lolled back and your legs widened, he caged you in his arms, sucking your clit mercilessly, licking up any drool that escapes your milky cunt.

"So sweet, like syrup from a ripe fruit. Just lovely~" he whispered to himself, spitting your arousal back onto your cunt before slurping it back up. Your eyes crossed feeling his tongue deep within you, lapping up every sweet essence that ran from it.

Your toes curled, and you felt like cumming before he was through tasting you completely.

The air was hot and sticky around the bed, swelling you in overwhelming heat that pooled in your tummy — chest, heaving sporadically under his control.

You tasted sweeter than any fruit he could bear in his garden, your juices flowed over his taste buds and his cocks swelled in his hakama, it felt almost impossible to keep this up.

"I'm cumming!" You whined, shaking and crying from the pressure released upon the flick of his tongue against your sensitive clit.

He watched you, shaking and begging, chanting his name in mantras like it was saving you. He shred his clothing, dragging you to him in a heated kiss, "Devine, you're so divine; Come to me—show me more of that passion little one. Give me more of you."

You were still so dizzy to realize him lining himself up with you, "I need you, I've been angry all day and only you could relive that. And she, can offer me sanctuary-" He was everywhere, his finger circled your clit making you wince, spine curling in pleasure.

"My Lord!" Your moans filled the air, seeping into the halls where you were sure maids and concubines heard him please you.

Nothing and no one could compare to that of his pet, and everyone knew not to interrupt what the two of you shared which was sacred.

He wouldn't dare touch the others like he does you, they could barely give him an ounce of what you give in a day — they wouldn't even attempt to stretch themselves for him like you've acquainted yourself too.

So many calming oil, so many different stretching devices to fit you to fit both of him — and that is why you are his wife and to him your husband. So when you stretch around him and tightened like a vice, he almost lost any sense of restraint.

"So- fuck! wet and warm. So tight and unforgiving-" His cocks swelled your cunt in an overbearing stretch that burned for a while. It felt like you were being split in half, it hurt so good.

He took his time stretching you out, growling at how much of you could take him, praising you for what little you could hold, " Good, good pet, you're absolutely good to me-" He groaned above your whines.

Your body shook and you felt like cumming again for the second time. your nails dug into his shoulders, begging, whining, " Please, please, please!"

He bottomed out securely, feeling everything and seeing that bulge in your stomach.

He grabbed your pudgy midsection, rolling his hips, stuttering, "y- you're such a- hah! Whiney, pet today aren- aren't you?"

You didn't deny, nodding your head, "Yes! for you, only for you!"

"Yes, that's right, only for m- me." It felt so wrong that his head stopped hurting, instead replaced with the serotonin of splitting his pet on his cock while she whined for him.

"Say it, over-" He choked on the drool in his throat, pumping you full of each awaiting thrust that filled your vacant walls with so much.

Your jaw hung lose, a gangle of words left your mouth, none of them making any more sense than the last.

"You- For you-! F- for you!" your words went to his cocks pumping you full, his hips rolled once more, pushing deep enough to make you scream.

"For me? All Mines pet?" You nodded like a dumb whore and he called it out, "You dumb whore, speaking out of your cunt." He pulled out completely to the tip, "Turn over and beg."

Your legs felt like jelly, how could he have possibly expected you to move quickly? But he did it for you — his hand came down on your throat turning you forcibly.

He pulled at your hips, bringing them to his own, pressing his hot cocks against your cold prickly skin.

It smelt of burnt sugar and burning hot sex. You begged him, swaying your hips, "Please my lord-" fell off your kiss bitten lips, wanting him- no begging him to continue his assault he so wrongfully snatched from your aching cunt.

You were just getting use to it, he couldn't possibly stop.

A loud slap followed by a searing pain left your global ass rippling with a sharp sting. You let out an exasperated yell, swiping your hand at what caused you pain.

He scoffed.

"You dare swat at me woman?" Another slap left your legs jumping. Your pussy drooooollleeddd from that one.

It left you gasping, "no."

Another.

by then your pussy was dripping onto the creme sheets below, "No what?"

His voice was gritty, boiling over irritation, "Have you forgotten your manners? Shall I teach them to you? Have you lost your faith and speak to me anyway you please?"

Smack!

"Do you think you're above me?"

Smack!

"Do you think you're above your god?"

Smack!

"Shall I teach you once more not to disobey me little wife?"

Smack!

"Is your devotion true to me?"

Each one is harder than the last. He doesn't raise his voice. No need.

His punishing hands do the talking, and they're doing the brunt end of it.

You shook your head, tears welling in your eyes, ass burning, you begged him, whined at him to listen, "I promise! I am devoted to you my l-"

smack!

"Louder."

Smack!

"Don't whimper to me when you speak!"

Your mouth hung open, stumbling over your words, "My lord, my Lord! I am devoted! I am! I promise!"

Your words drowned the longer you cried. Sukuna reveled in that, pushing his strawberry red tips into your molting core, teasing your entrance, "Again."

you looked over your shoulder, "Please."

"Again.."

"please My Lord."

no, no, no "AGAIN!"

His hips shot forward, sending your head for the covers, stretching and grabbing them. His body encased yours, he grabbed your throat, kissing your cheek.

"Fuck! So pretty, even like this-you give me your all, and I love my little wife for it. It's like you were made for me, don't you agree pretty thing that's taking me, oh-"

Sukuna stopped, realizing your uneven breathing patterns, the way your body shook for him — how your hips moved back, coating his cocks in white cream trying to match the brutal pace he set.

Your skin was on fire, your emotions melting through the cracks of your porcelain skin.

He looked at it from an awkward angle, tilting his head to watch such a display — his eyes widened, "Oh you're trying, you're trying so hard to please me, no bother pet, I came for this-"

one of his arms extended to graze your sweating neck, he pressed it into the bed until you gave a tight whimper, a soft, "My lord."

that, rang deep in his stomach, his other set of teeth awoke, smiling to lick the salty sweat from your spine.

your head tried to move, he refused, pressing his clawed thumb into your soft neck, drawing a prickle of blood, "Stay."

that was a command — that was to be respected.

"Such a needy pet. Always wanting *thrust* wanting *thrust* begging *thrust* begging *thrust*"

There were stars in your eyes, tears began to fall and your voice was stripped from your soul and forced through your pretty lips in wails — to others, it might sound like murder of a crying woman.

But really, it was just the beginning of making tireless love to his pet wife.

After all, he just needed some of you and a room to himself for the entire day, and all of his symptoms magically went away.

It felt like the world was spinning and it was just you and him, simply wonderful as it should be.

Hearing those wanton moans over the sound of his bed giving him a melody of breaking wood splintering under another.

His name like broken melodies spilling from your drooling maw while you tried to brace for each thrust, each spank that left your cunt reeling on the edge of another orgasm.

"I'm- ah! Fuckk! I'm cumming! Pleaseee my Lord, pleaseee-uh! I'll give whate- whatever-!" He pulled out, leaving your squelching cunt vacant, sore.

You wanted to scream, you really felt empty, and he was loving it. Smirking above you while you shifted once more.

"Pet you should know when to quit speaking out of your cunt and with your brain that the gods blessed you with."

He breathed through his nostrils, pulling your neck back to look at you, "Sweet thing, you're a mess... Awww, shall your master clean your sloppy little face with his tongue~?"

He tut, looking for a sign of life in those hazy doe eyes. but nothing was there, just obedience and a drone waiting for him to tell you what to do for him to please you. He loved it.

"Tell me pet, how much do you love me?"

your brain was wasted, you just spoke, babbling stupidly, just wanting him to end this suffering in your poor cunt.

"Love you, so much, so so much! I'd give everything to- have you! i- in me! All of me."

You kept droning on and on about loving him, begging him for his praise and for his cocks to fuck you harder than he did.

He listened, oh he listened hard, he listened to your desperation, your worshipping, your begging.

"that's it, show me that devotion, give it to me, call me your Lord and hang on those words."

His ruby tips snagged your clit, rubbing up and down your slit slooowwllyy.

You pushed back, hips rolling, "Please, please-!"

Did you truly deserve this?

After all you waited so patiently, you greeted him a little awkwardly tis' why he punished you so far — but you didn't need to know that — yet now you lay here, with his hand around your neck, the others restraining your wrists and one on the curve of your spine.

You were submissive, yet you were needy. shameful.

It was truly a shame, "Gosh, I acquired such a needy slut~ begging for some relief to her aching cunt."

Yet you couldn't greet him a little nicer? After all he's stopped his meeting to find you desperately, and you couldn't even stand to him?

But now, you present yourself to him - shameless, devoted.

"Pray."

"wuh?"

Now?

You couldn't find your beads for the life of you and praying would be obsolete if he was asking for 'hands to ground and knees to ground prayer', when you couldn't even hold your thoughts together long enough to think of your next move.

You tried to move, again he stopped you.

He shook his head, spanking you once more, leaving welts that you'd definitely feel in the evening time for sure.

"No, the way you are, like this..." He whispered it like a taunt, gaze raking over your sweat drenched back, your legs were twitching out of control.

"You want to cum - I want to see it, but you will pray before I serve you a damn thing." You whimpered, but he didn't move.

You whined for him, but he wouldn't move less you do as he asked.

You tried to move, and he met it with a snarl, low and demanding.

"Speak, Pet. You will not receive my blessings unless you submit to me."

"M- my lord, who I pray m-y devoti-"

SMACK!

"Louder. Or shall I leave you like this!?" His voice rose, he was amused but growing impatient with your low voice. At the moment he didn't want to hear that. What he wanted to hear was a prayer to his name.

"MY LORD WHO I PRAY MY DEVOTION!" You screeched to the demon above you, throat closing from the tightening grip, but you managed a choked gasp, "WHO YOU I PRAY MY DEVOTION!"

His hands got looser around your wrists, his moans got louder, the walls shook, the bed groaned.

"TO HE I SHALL HOLD MY TONGUE!" your whining at this point, begging him to hear your cries and release your struggling orgasm from the needing want that struggled to keep itself composed.

"TO HE I SHALL BE FREE FOR HE IS SALVATION!"

"Yes... YESS!" His voice rang like a pastor in the heat of the lord. his voice was lost in yours, mixing with the heat and your wet cunt slurping him up by the minute—he was gonna explode, and he knew it by the way he was losing the plot and begging you to say his name.

"Say it! Say it now! Say it like i'm your God! Say it cause I am! - Fuh- fuck. Say my name, say it louder than your God screaming at you!" Your orgasm came crashing down on you in loud thunderous waves, toppling and shattering the very kingdom of your mind, "My lord! My lord! My lord! MY LORD!"

He wasn't too far behind, he was ruled beyond comprehension, "Precious pet who serves me so well, who treats me so well! Do you think you've earned your masters semen?" his hips didn't stop, he was desperate to hear it from your mouth.

your head lolled to the side, you showed something, "You do? You want me deep-! Right there~? does that excite you pet, knowing i'll breed you? pathetic utterly pathetic! Hmm, you want me to cum?"

the scene unfolding under him was delicious, you looked dumb, completely out of it.

He cooed, "Do you deserve me in your deepest parts little one?" Sukuna trembled, fingers tracing your limp body as he slammed himself into your, "C'mon speak~ Would you like my filling pet? your body speaks volumes that your mouth cannot, give me a sign I should give this to you pet."

"!" you gurgled, but there was nothing left but bliss. He'd truly worn you out and is begging you to speak. what a king-

"That I am pet."

Fuck.

He didn't waste his time spilling inside of you, "Since you think I am such a bother, i'll let you have it, but don't expect patience next round." You stomach felt full, finally able to relax fully to catch an ounce of your breath.

He on the other hand, basked in his glory. Yes, only a god deserved to bask in this glow, for what he did. His body crashed down over you, and with a soft sigh he spoke,

"Thank you little one, my head seems to be relieved and my mind is replenished. You are such a good girl."

A/N: I need him carnally

[boozieleos]

Sneaky Linking~♡

》Pairing: Gojo X Black!Reader

S. When yall met, it was no strings attached, just straight sex and lies under the sheets. But satoru couldn't keep up his end of the bargain, his lies faltered, and his sex became loving. He started staying longer, and it annoyed you—just what did he want?

Tags and warnings⚠️: bakcshots, pussy mentioned, fingering, clit rubbing, orgasm ruining, whimpering, drooling, choking, BDSM, ass slapping, pounding, breeding kink, Daddy kink, nipple play, sneaky links, fucking behind company's back, your roommates a bitch, gojo can't keep his hands to himself, gojo loves pussy too much, wifey talk, you called him husband?, PussyDrunk!Gojo, CockDrunk!Reader

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The morning was beautiful, the birds chirping away in the dew drop air, trees swaying lightly in the mist and fog pooling the streets in settled clouds. You yawned, opening your curtains to stare at the quiet neighborhood and the slow rising sun, making the sky a blueish purple hue.

You turned your head and almost suffered a heart attack. You yelled at blue orbs starring at you with a wicked smile attached to them. You covered your chest with blankets instinctively, shouting at the man, "Dammit, gojo, you were supposed to leave at five!"

You shouted at your sneaky link Gojo. He was laying comfortably with a plushie Garfield squished comfortably in between his biceps as a pillow.

He propped his hand up on his head, smirking at you like a creep. His white hair fell over his snowy eyes as he just laughed at you.

"Was~♡" He said sadistically. Gojo ran a hand over your waist, pulling at the blanket that was snuggled in your eagle grip, "Cmon lemme see~" He purred, voice velvety and crispy, he completely ignored you, tone low and in a whisper.

"Satoru! Go home! You can't keep doing this shit! Cmon, get out before my roommate comes home! You know she doesn't like you." You urged, pulling his hands away from your blankets.

You tried to push at his chest to get him to see the urgency of your situation. Since you and gojo started fooling around, your roommate had gotten heated, saying she hated gojo being in her house.

Really, it was your guy's house, not just hers. Not knowing that when she leaves for those long weekends to her mother's (her mother fell down some steps and suffered permanent injury to her legs. As much as you feel bad, you were grateful stairs existed.), you were sneaking around getting your pussy handled by some rich dude you met at a club.

"Come home with mee~" He pouted in that same whiney tone. He pulled you by your wrist to force you down on his side, wrapping an arm around your waist protectively.

"Toru what happened to the whole, 'fucking with no strings attached?'" You asked prying at his arm. You're right – he did say something about that when you two got 'together', you wanted a fun time, and he wanted you.

You were just free out of a relationship that ended on bad timing. He was just out of a toxic relationship with his job. He just needed a destresser, someone to dump himself into with empty promises.

And boy, he was happy when he found you at that club, so pretty and bad. Sitting at the bar, drinking a deep red alcohol, staining your pretty lips with a tinge of red. Hair curled and wavy, nails on point and dress, tight and black, pulling up your thighs.

He thought you wouldn't give him the time of day, but lucky him, you were feeling his vibes. And you hit it off, though you weren't looking to date.

As much as it saddened him, he didn't want to let this opportunity go—you were just too good. If giving you dick and pampering your needs was the only way he could stay close, fuck it.

He just ask of you one thing, make him your one and only link up. Now here you were trying to get this nigga out your bed when eight months ago you've wanted him no where else but here.

But lately, he's been staying his alotted time and asking you to come home with him. Shit along the lines of 'he'll take care of you' and 'you could be really happy.'

And really, you haven't thought of it, just thinking he's bullshitting. But the questions have become persistent, and you've started seriously believing him about stealing you.

Gojo wrapped his slender fingers around your throat, pulling you desperately close, "Baby~" He cooed, trying to kiss you. Just then, you felt something against your ass.

It was hard and warm. Gojo groaned into your ear, and you knew what it was. His dick—it was so fucking big, and gave you a run for your money.

"Satoru, please, I have to get up and get my room cleaned—you're messing up my morning!" You begged, trying to pull away. Satoru grunted when your ass unknowingly rubbed his sensitive red oozing tip.

He gasped, bucking his hips needily, "W- why?" He asked, tugging your ear in between his pink lips, as he rubbed his cock against your ass. Circular motions as he whined breathlessly at the friction given by your soft ass.

"Satoruu~" fuck it, he wasn't gonna leave you alone. If you can't beat 'em, then you might as well join him. Gojo, sucked in a deep breath shuddering at the feeling of your hand tugging his tip, stroking his cock.

You softly cooed, cramping your neck to look at him. His eyes were almost shut completely, baby blues trying to focus so hard on your hand stroking him achingly slow.

"Sp- Speed up baby~ fuh fuuuck~!" He bucks into your hand, holding your arm still behind you to keep your from trying to pull away from him as he fucked your hand wildly.

He kept you looking back with a strong grip around your neck still, "Yeah? That feels good daddy~?" You purred, syrupy lips drooling as he pulled you in for a kiss.

He nodded fervorously, tongue and spit, keeping the two of you connected in a heated encounter. The build-up of his impending orgasm kept him wanting for more, twisting your treacherous little hand up and down his shaft quicker.

"Ah ha ha~ yess, right there! Fuckk, I'm gonna cum all over your pretty hand~ kiss me. You know I love it, I love it when you kiss me so sweetly." He whined, not knowing he was already spilling into your hand.

When that intense knot finally caught up to his ass, he seized up, shaking violently.

"Hck! Haah~!" Satoru started to shudder, gasping for air in tight breaths as he came down from his high. He laid there, still shuddering and shifting. You pulled your hand up to your mouth, heart eyes blurring your view of his ivory semen decorating your fingers in thick ropes.

You opened your hot mouth, swirling your syrupy tongue around your shakey digits, savoring the sweetness blessing your tongue.

Satoru watched in ecstacy. He grabbed you, pulling you all the way around and to plant sloppy kisses on your face. You wrapped a leg around his waist, pulling him closer to you, wrapping your arms around his snowy neck to deepen the kiss. He reciprocated, putting a dominate hand around your nape and one around your waist.

"Mngh, sa- toru." You studdered when his lips brushed against the crook of your neck, kissing you softly, "I gotta make you cum pretty girl, gotta see that halo light up around your pretty head." Gojo grabbed you, manhandling you on top of him.

He loved it when you road him dirty. Pussy soaking his lap while you lost your mind on his dick, bouncing just on the tip, rolling your hips, fuck he loved that shit.

"Y- you're gonna drive me up a wall, satoruu~" You gripped his shoulders, letting him settle his hands around your squishy waist. Gojo titled his head to look at you, "Drive you up a wall? You're gonna drive me insane. Why won't you be mine?"

You huffed, pulling your blankets off to get a better sitting. You lined your cunt up with his angry tip, rubbing your pussy folds against his sensitive head.

He started leaking precum, biting his bottom lip, watching his dick be played with by your juicy folds, "Why won't you stop asking?"

He wasn't even paying attention, just groaning subtle Mhms' under his shakey breath, "H-huh? What *name*?"

You sunk down around the tip, while it snagged on your folds before settling slowly for a tightening squeeze that got tighter the more you vented your frustrations, "You k- fuh keep asking me to be yours-! You keep wanting me, whe- when you said you the one who wanted, no strings atta- Shit! Gojo fuuck!"

He thrusted upwards with a wet sluuurp of your cunt followed by the roll of your eyes, fingers gripping the satin sheets pooled beside Satorus' head.

His eyes were glazed over, pupils dilated as fuck as he crammed his head to watch you bounce on it. Drool pooled on the side of his maw, jaw tightening. The tick in his jawbone cemented the k-9's digging into his lip.

"Cause I fuuuhhhcckin' want you, you the one- Hah, making it difficult f' me! Making me wanna baby trap you into being mine, I wanna family with y- you. Fuck you got me in love."

Gojo let his head fall back on the sheets. One of his hands came down on your jiggly ass while your thighs seared in light pain. Your eyes grew wide at his confessions.

But it was too late to be worried about anything now. He's been fucking, you raw for months straight, safety first and a bitch got birth control after the second month or third month into this whole thing. That's some dedication for a man who isn't yours trying to be yours now.

"I want you, I want you, I want you *name* glory be God's name fuck you're precious-" He grabbed at your middle back, pulling you closer, burying his face within your plump chest, licking and sucking on your breast, making your maw hang open, scratching his shoulders.

Your eyes went cross, his cock was dragging against your milky G-spot, the walls of your pussy becoming irrasitably tight around his angry cock, bullying your walls.

You started leaking white around the rim of your pussy, milky white cream drooling out of your battered pussy, his happy trail dragging against your clit as you grinded on his cock.

Your eyes fluttered shut, "Oh my god oo right there! Shittt Satoruu!" You gasped, Gojo kept going, "I want you to be my girl. You're so pretty when you're around me, and you're pretty when you're not with me! Fuck it! You're pretty when you're everywhere with me and without me I know you're just as beautiful. We been- shit stop allat runnin', you goin' too fast tryna go somewhere!"

He gripped the ends of your hair, pulling your neck up towards the sky. You saw nothing but ceiling bouncing in and out of your rocky vision.

"I got money. You got style and dignity, I want you. Take my money and my dick, just stay wimme.' You don't never come over ~ I wanna see you on my sheets and in my bed, C'mon pretty angel. God, you're such an angel."

He growled, eyes watching you jolt, "Augh!" Your throat went dry. You tried to reach for something to sustain you.

He got you cornered, waiting for your answer, "C'mon ~ cmon cmon cmon." Each thrust is punctuated with a pleading 'C'mon' from gojo.

"Satoru -"

"Stop calling me that, you know my name." He teased, gripping your hair tighter. His hips raised slightly to give you an edge deeper and connect you with a loud Plap! Plap! Plap! Making you grip at the headboard. Eyes rolling with a hand on his chest, "Oo shit daddy-" — "Yeah that's my fuckin' name baby, tell me whatchu want. Tell me, I'll give it to you ten fold. You want a newcar? Bought. New nails? Bought. Just me? I'm calling off of every single event just to take you around the world, I'm fucking insane about you-"

"Every day, every hour, every week, I can't stop thinkin' about you. You know that." Did you? These empty promises started sounding legit when he started dropping certain 'Hobbies' that piqued his interest.

Endless nights out now spent taking care of himself at home, talking on the phone with you. Life's been really quiet from the fence of ole' Fast-ass Satoru, even Toji grew concerned with how much he stared at his phone.

Quieter than Suguru, now that's an issue. If you were just another hoe, you wouldn't mean that much to him, he wouldn't stop whatever he was doing to shove food down his throat when you texted him too cause you said – "You're too skinny for the strongest man in the world, you come over and I'm stuffing you. With pussy and Bread!"

You thought they were fighting words – Poor satoru dear, he saw those as wifing words. You fixed him large ass plates of food and watched him eat like he hadn't ate in days while he watched a movie, eyes glued to the screen while he happily ate like a greedy child.

You'd watch him in awe, it was fascinating watching a long lanky skinny dude put away like Thanksgiving. Then begging you with puppy eyes for another plate.

"No no satoru, time for dessert~" That boys eyes never popped out their sockets when you lifted his shirt and revealed your sopping wet pussy to him. He almost dropped the plate trying to latch onto you. You still gave him another plate before he went to sleep because he whined about them.

You turned a sneaky link into putty, and all he asked is for you to be his. "Yess! Fuck, make me cum daddy, please! Please make me cum!" And really, what was the harm?

Gojo treated you like gold. Supporting you through your ups and downs. Even if he was a sneaky link, he treated you like his wife when he slept over.

It filled you with euphoria to cook for him, watch over him while he fiddled around with your games and talked your ear off... God he was annoying as fuck, all in your life when you didn't want him to be.

Stupid Satoru...

Helping you when you didn't ask. Eating your food and telling you, praising you for being such a good cook. Slow dancing with you while you cleaned like your ex would–funny thing is you never told him he did that. Satoru Gojo, what a fucking joke.

So why did you want him so bad?

You felt your eyes gloss over, kiss bitten lips trembling. Your cunt tightened around him, thinking about him that way.

You thought he didn't notice?

Foolsih girl, cause he did, he was fucking whining. So we're you, more than him, grinding your needy hips into his, clit buzzing, pussy sobbing. His veins messaged your panting walls, his angry tip bullied you into this. Gojo was a bully, "A bully? Me?"

You mewled, "Bully! You're so m- mean to me! M- making me do things, things I haven't done in ah~! Years, y-you're you're a headache!" You were crying, choking on pleasurable sobs.

Gojo smiled wildly, eyes widening, "Shit darling~" He slowed down, and you started protesting. Naughty girl, you were too high. You started bouncing on it, "Sh- shitt, hollon hollon hollon–" Gojo scrambled to grab your waist.

"–!" You flinched, his hand came down on your right cheek. You moaned again. It was so hot. Sweat building up between the two of you, panting like dogs. Gojo slapped your ass again, and you genuinely cried out.

Your ass stung thanks to them lanky ass fingers and rough ass palm. Damn he must've smacked the shit out of a lot of people in his time (looking at you, Miguel...).

The hearts in your eyes slowly cracked at the lost of his cock inside you. You looked down trying to see what he was doing.

Your voice cracked, asking him with tears falling onto his shiny skin, "Mm Satoruuu! Why'd you stop—why did you stop I was about to cumm!" Your legs shook, urging him. Gojo on the other hand didn't move, but he commanded, "Get off'a me."

You hesitated until he softly reminded you, "Don't worry, I'm not mad! Promise sugar, I just wanna make you cum the right wayy~" You got off, nodding all cutely.

You wobbled on your shakey legs, ass jiggling as you sat in your knees looking at him. Gojo closed his legs sitting up to look at you. He gently ran his hands over your shoulders. He cooed, sucking his thin lip in, grazing over your body with slow eyes.

He was trying to find out what to do with you.

He sucked his teeth, "Turn over for me." You bit your sugary doughy lips, turning over on your elbows and arched your back all prettily for his amusement.

Satoru caressed your thighs, fingers ghosting over your twitching pussy, "Fuck, be mine♡" He hovered over you. You tried to look back at him, gojo stopped you in a quickness, hand on your neck, "Don't-"

He laughed to himself, shaking his head side to side, "You gonna make me cum– Shit, y' know you're pretty when you look back at it f' me~" gojo sighed lovingly when you whimpered in compliance.

He spread your ass, watching your ass hole pucker. You're pussy was godly, he admired your sticky cream mixed with his pre- sticking to your puffy folds.

Both holes twitched, making him groan, "My pretty ladies~ Oh how I love you both." He teased, swiping his thumb over your sweet clit watching you roll your hips, drawing out against the sheets.

Your nipples rubbed against the silk making your sensitive buds feel good while he rubbed your clit senseless. Gojo drawled out deep sexual words of praise, "Yeah that's it sugar~ That's it, make it pretty for me, gimme a show."

His cock got harder, tip drooling precum. He's never felt so sensitive a day in his life until you—now his dick feels so sensitive. He curses when he gets inside of you, shivering, trying to shake back that relief. Your eyes shot open, "Satoru, da-"

"I want you, all the time like this–fuck whatchu got me sayin', I'm trying to marry you." He pushed in, slowly, still coming to terms, "Say yes, say it and see if I don't wife you right now, I want you 'round me - Fuh~ long time." He leaned over, sloshing your cunt full of him.

He was deep in your ear—everywhere in your senses, his hand found your neck, turning your head to make you look at his fucked out face. Flushed and red, eyes in a trance, "say it- imma fuck you so damn good~ Fuck I want you long term you don't know what I'll do to a woman like you–" you shrieked, his hips made a huge figure eight, dick rubbing everything just right.

Smooshing all that cream around in your core blessing you with tight controlled thrusts. You panted, you couldn't see, just hear his voice low and in a groan, "Say it and imma fuck the shit outta you, ooh fuck you don't understand how bad I wanna take you, take care of you—fuck you drive me insane, make me a dad for real... Please, you can just quit your job and lemme make you a mommy."

Gojos thrusts started getting primal, and his grip around your throat was dominant. You gasped for air, drool lolling on your tongue as you threw your head back.

"Ooh my god!" You were grabbing at his hand that was around your neck, "Ugh~!" You were fleeing glittering stars shimmering in the highglo of your eyes. Lashes fluttering with crystal jewels sticking to them, your brown skin dripped with his and your sweat, the air becoming fluffy.

Mouthballs formed in the back of your throat as a fresh pool of drool left your sticky maw without you even noticing.

"I- I I'm finna♡ cummm~!" You choked out, then he stopped. Now you were sure he was doing this on purpose. You groaned, "You know I'm not joking now. You want me like I want you? Please baby I need to hear it straight up outta those sugary lips- I just wanna–" gojo sucked your bottom lip, tenderly knawing on the gummy until you started squirming, pushing back against his cock.

He signaled a low growl, "Stop that shit and answer me–" He bit down on it aggressively, wanting your answer. You genuinely had nothing to think with. All you could think about was his dick mashing your G-spot and his words getting you high. You've never been sure of something as you were now. If gojo was serious about you, why not?

And right now, you were really chasing that high. You mustered a sentence, a sentence that made him lose it, "I want you, if you'll take care of me~N-now please hubby~ Make me cumm~" Hubby? HUBBY!? HUBBY!?!?

Gojo was manhandled you, pulling you closer than ever and thrusting into you so violently. It ripped a scream from your throat. Your eyes shot skyward, you begged and pleaded with gojo while he lost it, shooting words into your ear while he pounded you into bed, deep thrusts targeting your drooling pussys bruising core.

"You'll never leave me~ You'll never leave, imma love you, imma love you so desperately baby! You're mine, you're mineee~! Augh- fuuh fuccck!" He bucks wild. Gojo slid his fingers down and swiped at your puffy clit. You were trying to get away, "Satoru! Satoru! Satoruuu! SATORUUU~!"

He whimpered, uncontrolled, "I'm toxic, I won't - hah shit~! I want everything. I can't let anyone have you other than me. I'm number one baby, Me! Me! ME! SO SCREAM!!! SCREAM MY FUCKING NAME AND LET EVERYONE KNOW WHO YOU BELONG TOO!!!" He yelled over your wasted rebuttals, grinding back against him.

You could feel your pussy fluttering in overdrive, you felt that familiar coil. Your hearted eyes glowed with that familiar lust, you couldn't speak, his grip was too tight.

He crooned, kissing your cheek and lips partly. He was so close, tapping your cervix and rubbing fast circles on your clit. You knew he was making a bulge in your stomach that would leave you bruised and battered.

Gojo sunk his teeth deep into the crease of your neck, four bottomless thrusts sent you cumming, "I'm cumming!I'm cumming!I'm cumming!" You yelled through broken sobs, shaking on him.

Satoru felt you tug and squeeze, and all that obedient nectar came sloshing out onto the sheets below in droplets thanks to satoru still rubbing your clit furiously.

His eyes flew open, shooting back into his skull, his kisses languid to none as he dug deep, nutting in that empty cave inside your precious child bearing walls. Fuck if it would've took~♡

Pretty mommy with his kids. Pregnant in a pretty dress by the shore side, brown skin glowing and hair looking youthful, he'll make you his personal trophy to look at.

Got him thinking differently. Shit... Shit, you are actually gonna be the death of him. As the last of his orgasm washed over his body, you went limp with a soft, "Satoru-" He gently laid you on your stomach, laying beside you, cuddling you close under the silence of the morning. Your head was fuzzy. You couldn't think, but satoru could. He was quicker, "*Name* sugar–"

"If I'm yours, don't make me say it again–" You huffed, trying to get your bearings. Gojo hummed, rubbing circles in your back, "Sugar, I want you off those pills." You shook your head, sighing, "If i do that, I'll get pregnant."

"That's my point, sweetie. I want you pregnant." He thought to himself of the most compromising positions to throw you in while he fucked you stupid. You giggled lowly into his side, "You startin' already– we haven't been together for less than an hour."

He grinned like the devil. He was crazy and selfish right now, and did you hear him say something about being toxic? Shit, maybe you heard wrong.

Just when the morning was unfolding and you got sleepy all over again, two loud bangs on the door, followed by, "YOU GOT THAT NIGGA IN MY FUCKING HOUSE *NAME*!? WHAT I TOLD YOU BOUT THAT WHITE HAIRED GOPHER!?"

"Oo~ she's mad." Gojo sat up on the bed, you were already fast asleep, drowning out the rest of the morning. Gojo sighed, slowly moving around in bed to get up, he found his boxers but stopped to caress your cheek. Gojo had his plans set for you in stone.

Now, he had to go take care of that noisy roommate of yours. He opened the door swiftly, taking in the view of the vast hallways he's never gotten to see unless she's not home.

He eyed her, peering from his lengthy height. She scrunched her nose up, trying to push past to get to you. "Hey you gotta get the fuck outta here— *name* YO!?"

But gojo grabbed her wrist, pulling her back. "Hey hey hey, she's trying to sleep. If you had half a mind, you'd leave my woman the fuck alone and stop being so fucking loud."

His grip tightened making her stop shouting and look at him, his eyes glowed dark, he smirked at her, "High friends in high places...Yk Suguru Geto don't you? I'd be careful with that hand~"

They stood there for minutes, the hallways atmosphere growing tense, finally she pulled back and stormed off, "Whatever! She ain't even that fucking cute!"

Whatever that meant, gojo didn't care. You were quite the cutie for him. Such a precious little wifey, girlfriend– fuck he had to stop doing that. Seriously, he's getting a habit so bad it might be intoxicating.

"Shit, what time is it? I don't really remember what I was supposed to do today..."

Somewhere in Shibuya holding a meeting in a corporate business....

Yaga, sukuna, toji, and geto sat around like anxious kids. Where was SATORU!? Geto scrambled for his phone, texting him over thirty different times.

He called him once more on speaker, sitting around while others anxiously waited for him to answer. Not knowing that the Satoru Gojo's phone was on DND and underneath his newly Gf's sheets while he fed himself in the kitchen.

|"You have reached the voicemail box of— That pretty boy satoru~" geto threw his phone to the glass window, hoping it would break so he could have another reason to crash.

Sukuna was cackling along with Toji, "Heh- stupid boys off having his dick sucked off by that pretty bitch he met at a bar."

Sukuna slapped his leg resting on the table, nanami was in the background cursing the day Gojo was dropped on his head when he was born...

"Hah! He- ha! He getting his dick sucked by club pussy! Ahaaa!" Sukuna laughed, taking another drag of his cigar and puffing smoke in the air. Yaga just scowled. He didn't have time for this, and neither did anyone else.

"I have seven grand for the first person to bring me his blue piss water eyes.."

Toji didn't even think about it, starting for the door, he tossed a, "I take Venmo, Cashapp, Chime—you do PayPal ole man? C'mon, moneyline, I got a parlay lined up I can't miss! You just bought my bitch nails for the week and a free dicking f' being a good boyfriend."

Sukuna checked his watch, he got up, walking behind him, "Eh, I'm his escort. Plus, his eyes aren't the only thing I'll bring..."

Geto got up because he was on the timing, and he had his lo♡. "I'll kill him for fun, where's my helmet?"

Nanami and Yaga just sat in disbelief. They sat their in silence as yaga rubbed his bearded chin, petting on his tiny plush friend sitting in his lap. He was trying to calm down. He was gonna kill him, promised to the gods above he'd kill him.

"We should—Go uh, probably regulate their traffic." Nanami sighed, loosening his tie. Yaga looked over to him, and he sighed, "So so. But I wasn't joking, I'll pay."

Nanami chuckled. Getting up to grab a drink from the mini bar counter, "A drink? To the Murder Of Satoru Gojo?"

"A fuckin' toast." Yaga agreed. Taking a swig of the alcohol and waiting, hands folded over his mouth. While satoru was oblivious to the threats coming his way, he was more worried about what the fuck was next in his loving relationship. And what did that pretty lady have to offer~

|Authors Note: This is my first on my page, thank you for comments and likes! Do appreciate you all and I'm working on some more! I take time so, please don't wait up lol!

@sisterlucifergraphics for the divider. REVISION!!!!