I'm Samu!❤ 25 Years old, multifandom♥️ Genderfluid.♥️ He/they♥️ Taken♥️ I have Lupus and rheumatoid arthritis, and I want to know if someone has it too.♥️ 🌠Starlight Anon🌠
the guy who asked a street musician to play his guitar for a bit, so i stayed to listen, and when he was done i gave him a tip, much to his amusement
the woman in a wheelchair i met at the bus stop who was visiting her fathers grave, and she later wrote and sent me a poem
a guy who i found lost in the woods with a dead phone, so i guided him out and contacted his family and waited until they came to collect him. he told me how he lost his leg in a fire while we were waiting
a girl in the bus stop who asked me for a cigarette, and told me about her issues with her first ever boyfriend, and genuinely listened to my advice
an old man at the bar who laughed at my joke, so i asked him for advice on how to repair my old radio, since he knew more about them than i did
and that are only a few recent examples, not even counting all the ones i have had online
the humanity is actually lovely, if you know how to see it
Satosugu "would you still love me if i was a worm?" but its gojo saying "would you still love me if i was a monkey?" and geto just looking fucking disgusted by the thought of a monkey
୨୧ ― Sukuna's tatted hand is tangled in your hair, fingers fisted tight enough to make your scalp burn, wrenching your head back at an angle that has your spine curved like a bow. Your face is smushed into his rumpled dorm bedsheets- drool pooling beneath your slack mouth, mascara smeared across the cotton, tears and snot mixing into a pathetic mess.
“HHNNGGHH-! NNGHH-! AH, AH, AHHHN-“
Your moans are muffled by the mattress, garbled and broken, punctuated by the sound of Sukuna's hips slamming against your upturned ass. He's fucking you like he hates you -or maybe like he owns you- each stroke punching deep enough to kiss your cervix, his heavy balls swinging forward to smack your swollen clit with every impact.
“Louder,” he grunts, sweat dripping from his brow onto your arched back, “Want the whole floor to hear how pathetically desperate you are.”
“MMMPHH-! S'KUNA-! S'KUNAAAA-!!”
His free hand cracks down on your ass, the SMACK echoing through the room, leaving a perfect red handprint blooming across your jiggling cheek. You wail, cunt clenching involuntarily around his thick shaft, and he laughs- a beautifully dark and cruel laugh.
“Squeezing me already? We're just getting started.”
Neither of you hear the door open.
There, framed in the doorway, stands Gojo Satoru -Sukuna's unfortunate roommate-frozen mid step with a physics textbook clutched to his chest like a shield.
“Sukuna have you seen my-“
His beautiful blue eyes -stunning even behind those thick rimmed glasses- go wide as he processes the scene before him. Sukuna. On the bed. Balls deep in some girl, fucking her so hard the cheap bedframe is creaking against the wall. The wet schlck of her soaked pussy getting absolutely ruined filling the room, followed by broken, sobbing moans…
Oh my god. Oh my GOD.
Gojo's mouth opens. Closes. Opens again. No sound comes out.
And then you lift your head.
Just slightly -Sukuna's grip loosening for a fraction of a second as he adjusts his angle- and your tear streaked, fucked stupid face turns toward the door. Tongue lolling out. Eyes rolled back so far the whites show. Drool connecting your lips to the sheets in shiny strings.
Gojo's heart stops.
That's-
He knows you.
He's seen you. Curled up on the common room couch with Toji, sharing a blanket, stealing bites of his ramen while he pretended to be annoyed. Laughing at Toji’s terrible jokes. Wearing his oversized hoodies.
That's Toji’s girlfriend.
“The door” Sukuna grunts, hips never faltering, “was locked for a reason, four eyes.”
“S-Sukuna-“ Gojo's voice cracks, strangled.
Sukuna doesn't stop. Doesn't even slow down. He just turns his head- slowly, lazily, like a predator acknowledging prey that poses zero threat and grins.
“Like what you see?” Sukuna's smirk is practically audible as he pulls out slowly -you whimper at the loss- giving Gojo a full, glistening view of his cock, veins pulsing, slick with your arousal. Then he slams back in, punching another scream from your lungs.
“I-I-“ Gojo stammers, textbook slipping from nerveless fingers.... He should leave. He should definitely leave. But his feet are rooted to the floor, and his cock is hardening traitorously in his sweatpants, tenting the fabric in a way that's impossible to hide. Fuck fuck fuck-
“I- you- she's-“ Gojo's brain is short circuiting, glasses fogging from the sudden heat of the room. His eyes dart between Sukuna's sweat slicked torso, your arched back, the obscene gape of your pussy every time Sukuna pulls out to the tip before slamming back in, “That's Toji’s girlfriend!”
“Is she?” Sukuna's voice drips with mock innocence. His tatted up hand tightening in your hair, yanking your head up so Gojo can see your face clearly. Can see the way your eyes have glazed over, pupils blown wide with need, any trace of shame long since fucked out of you, “Could've fooled me. She's been my personal cocksleeve for months now.”
“Wha- months?!”
You moan- high, desperate, shameless and push your hips back against Sukuna, chasing his cock like your life depends on it, “AAAHHHH-! OH GOD-! S-Sukuna, he's- he's watching-“
Gojo makes a choked sound. She's- she's not even trying to-
“I know.” Sukuna's red eyes lock onto Gojo's frozen form, “Isn't that the point?” He yanks your hips up higher, so Gojo can see everything -the way your puffy lips stretch around his girth, the creamy ring of arousal at his base, the way your clit throbs with every impact. “Come closer, Satoru. Get a real look at how a pussy should be fucked.”
I should leave, Gojo thinks frantically, even as his feet carry him two steps closer. I should definitely leave. This is insane. This is- I should turn around and walk out and pretend I never saw this. I should tell Toji. I should- His hand drifts unconsciously toward his straining erection-
“Don't touch yourself,” Sukuna snaps, and Gojo's hand freezes mid air, “You don't get to cum. You get to watch. Learn something, virgin.”
Gojo doesn't move.
“I can see your dick twitching from here. Poor pathetic virgin, watching his roommate ruin another man’s girl. Getting off on it. Tragic.”
Gojo's face flames scarlet. His hand shoots down to cover the obvious tent in his sweatpants, humiliation burning through him- but he still doesn't leave.
Toji’s going to kill him, Gojo thinks wildly. Toji’s going to find out and literally murder him on campus.
Sukuna slams back into you so hard the bed screeches across the floor, “-pay attention, looser.”
What follows is the most deviant lesson of Gojo Satoru's life.
He watches the entire time- glasses steamed, cock throbbing, shame weighing heavy in his chest as Sukuna fucks you through orgasm after orgasm. Sukuna even flips you over and makes you ride him reverse cowgirl so Gojo can see everything- the way his thick cock splits your pussy open, the way your creamy slick drools down his shaft, the way your stomach bulges slightly every time he bottoms out.
“Look at him,” Sukuna commands, gripping your jaw and turning your head toward Gojo, “Look at the pathetic little nerd jerking off to you getting bred.”
Gojo's hand is in his pants now... He doesn't remember putting it there…
You look at him -eyes glazed, mouth hanging open, utterly fucked stupid and smile, D-Does it feel good... Gojo-kun?”
He cums in his pants like a goddamn teenager after hearing your sweet voice… shit…
Sukuna laughs until he's breathless, then flips you onto your back again and fucks his own orgasm out of himself, painting your insides white while Gojo watches with a hand still wrapped around his softening cock.
“Haaaahhh… hahhhh…” You twitch and moan through the aftershocks, feeling his seed pump into your womb in thick, pulsing ropes. It's so much. Too much. It starts leaking out around his cock immediately, dripping in a creamy river onto his ruined bedsheets.
Sukuna pulls out slowly, a thick pearlescent strand of cum connecting his softening cock to your ruined, gaping hole. Your pussy clencheson nothing, pushing out more of his seed in a slow, obscene drool that patters onto the floor.
He turns to his roommate, not even bothering to wipe himself off, “clean ups on the bed.” Sukuna nods toward where you're still slumped, trembling, cunt exposed and dripping, “And Satoru?” He tucks himself back into his sweats, utterly unbothered, magnificently bored, “Next time, knock.”
He saunters out, and the door clicks shut.
Silence.
Just your ragged breathing and Gojo's sharp, pants filling the room.
Gojo doesn't move. Still stuck where he’s at admiring your glistening body- damp hair plastered to your face… the way your legs tremble…
Leave, he screams at himself. Fucking LEAVE. But… what if she needs help…?
His feet carry him forward, right to where you’re at.
One step. Two. Three.
You lift your head weakly from the bed, still trembling, mascara smeared down your cheeks, lips swollen and slick with drool. Your eyes -glazed, fucked out- find his.
You don't tell him to stop, don’t tell him to get out… you just wait and see what happens.
“He said...” Gojo's voice cracks, barely a whisper. His cock stirs to life again painfully in his soaked sweatpants, the wet patch at the front growing. He's so hard it hurts, harder than he's ever been in his pathetic virgin life, “He said clean up was on the bed…”
What the fuck am I saying, he thinks wildly, what the FUCK am I- she’s Toji’s- Sukuna’s? She isn’t my responsibility-
You shift on the bed, spreading your shaky thighs wider until more of Sukuna's cum oozes from your gaping cunt. Your swollen clit pulses visibly, still engorged, still needy.
“Then clean me,” you breathe.
Gojo drops to his knees so fast his bones crack against the floor next to the bed.
Oh god oh god oh god- His hands shake as they grip your thighs, pushing them further apart and bringing you closer to the edge until he's eye level with your pussy now, close enough that the musk of sex and Sukuna's cum fills his nostrils… until it makes his head spin. She's so- it's so- I can see inside her- she's still clenching- there's so much cum-
“I've never-“ he chokes out, face burning, “I don't know how to-“
“Lick.”
He licks.
His tongue drags a hot, wet stripe from your dripping hole to your throbbing clit, and the taste of you, mixed with him, salt and musk and sweet- explodes across his tongue. You keen, hips bucking against his face, and Gojo moans like he's the one being touched.
“Nnghh- f-fuck- more- G-Gojo- get it all- please-“
He buries his face in your cunt.
Lapping at your folds, sucking Sukuna's cum from your twitching hole, tongue fucking into you to chase every drop. His nose grinds against your oversensitive clit and you cry out so prettily, fingers fisting in his white hair, shoving his face harder against you.
“J-just like- oh god- just like that-“
She tastes so good, Gojo thinks deliriously, even with his cum- especially with- I'm eating his cum out of her- I'm- His hips rut pathetically against nothing, I'm so fucked. I'm so fucking fucked.
“Ahhhn- right there- suck my clit- s-suck it-“
He obeys. Like the good boy he is.
Wrapping his lips around your swollen bud, sucking hard, tongue flicking rapidly- sloppy and inexperienced and desperate to please. Your thighs clamp around his head, muffling his whimpers, and his hands grip your ass to pull you tighter against his mouth.
“Good boy,” you gasp, and Gojo sobs against your pussy, hips jerking, “Such a good- nnghhh- good little clean up boy- eating his cum right out of me-“
“Mmmph- mmhhnn-“ He can't respond, mouth too full of your cunt, but his cock leaks in his sweats, another spurt of precum joining the mess.
The door opens.
“Shit I forgot my wallet-“
Sukuna stops.
Gojo freezes, face still buried between your thighs, Sukuna's cum smeared across his lips and chin.
Sukuna's eyes take in the scene- his roommate on his knees, face deep in the pussy he just bred, glasses askew, sweatpants tented once more and soaked…
“Well, well.” He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, smirking, “Maybe you're not completely useless after all, four eyes.”
I'm going to die, Gojo thinks, He's going to kill me. I'm going to-
“Did I say you could stop?”
Gojo's tongue resumes its work against your sloppy cunt until you throw your head back and moan.
Sukuna watches, pulling out his phone.
Click.
…
That night, Toji texts Gojo: Hey man, have you seen my girlfriend around? She's not answering her phone.
