Yunho has a big and thick dick, and when we say big, we mean huge. And there is absolutely no way you can get his whole massive length inside you at once. But this is exactly the thing that turns him on the most about you: how small and tight your pussy is.
So imagine: Yunho is sitting on the edge of a big bed, and you are sitting on his lap with your back pressed against his broad chest. He is behind you, tall, sexy, and absolutely hot, and you are literally melting away in his arms. Of course, there is a huge mirror in front of the bed, and Yunho can see how half of his dick is already inside you while you are desperately trying to sit on the rest of his hard and wet length. To help you relax, he starts playing with your pussy - slowly rubbing your clit, sliding his fingers between your wet, sensitive folds, and circling the edge of your leaking hole with his finger pad where he enters.
He even spreads your labia open with his fingers so that you can see just how well his thick cock is going to stretch your pussy.
"Shhh, baby, just a little more. When I'm all the way inside of you, you'll have the feeling of me here." To emphasise the meaning of his words, his other hand presses against your stomach. "As soon as you get used to me, my cock will be the only thing that will be able to fill and satisfy your needy cunt, my love."
From what he has told you, more and more cum is coming out of your pussy and dripping down onto the part of his dick that is not yet inside you. It literally drives him crazy, especially when he sees it in the reflection of the mirror.
He lifts his hips a little bit and pushes his cock deeper and deeper into your hole until you are sitting on top of him completely. You would never have thought that you would be on top of the cute and hot librarian from your university at the end of the day. Yunho removes his hand from your belly, only to put his long, slender fingers into your mouth, and he begins to fuck you with them as he slowly pushes himself into your cunt.
"You see, you're perfect for meâa small and sweet sleeve for my cock. As soon as I saw you in the library, I knew right away that you were going to be such a beautiful doll for me. Your pussy is so tight, baby, so tight. You can't take all my cock yet, but that's no problem, right? You're going to train, sweetheart, until you can take me easily with just one thrust, and after that, I'm going to fuck you as I like and whenever I want. You won't need those cute little knickers any more with me. I can always hold your pussy in my hand, baby."
Me seeing this for the 14th time in my 5 years on tumblr and seeing more notes and comments but still reblogging it since itâs literally a World Heritage Post
âin which toji is constantly fucking women and disturbing your peace. your complaints lead to you becoming one of them.
pairing: toji fushiguro x fem! college reader
cw: smut, breeding, daddy kink, size kink, age gap, toji being a cocky prick, unsafe sex, ass slapping, mentions of cervix touching
Ever since you heard about your next door neighbor Mr. Fushiguro going through a divorce, things have been hell. For you.
From the day he first moved into the apartment, constantly arguing on the phone with his ex wife about whose turn it was to watch his son, Megumi.
When Megumi is over, everythingâs quiet, and you finally get a chance to rest your head and relax in peace. Doing some studying and cleaning in the quiet atmosphere.
You wished the black haired boy would stay for just a day longer, because Toji is back to his usual self hours later. Bringing in young college girls one after the other. Fucking them hard against his headboard as they let out loud cries of daddy. It was annoying. You could even stay inside anymore to get work done.
At every hour of the day he seemed to be active, fucking through all sorts of women, the shaking of your thin bedroom wall never coming to an end as high pitched moans echoed through.
It was getting to the point where you couldnât take it. You were so fed up. Didnât he ever get tired? Tired of promising these young desperate girls to call them back only to throw away their numbers and fuck their friends the next day.
Weeks go by and nothing changes, Megumi coming over for a silent three days then leaving again. Giving his father enough time to fuck any feelings for his ex wife out of his system.
Your fist raising to knock on the manâs door once, then twice, with no answer. You huffed, going in to knock a third time before the door swung open. A tall, muscular man towering over you with a scowl. âWhat?â
Your eyes widened as you scanned over his body, his perfectly sculpted face, broad shoulders, defined abs, and the very distinct outline in his sweats.
The man cleared his throat, a smirk gracing his face when he startled you out of your intense drooling. âNow, what do we have here?â he chuckled deeply, tilting his head to the side with crossed arms as he rested against the doorâs frame. âHere to get your turn doll?â
You gulped, finding it harder to spit out your words as the Fushiguro man stared you down. âI.. Iâm here to ask you to keep the noise down, some people have actual work to do.â
Toji whistled, âOh? A bold one huh? I like it,â His hand reaching under your chin to make you look fully up at him. âyouâre a pretty little thing you know,â he spoke, running his thumb along your bottom lip, âwonder what youâd look like ruined underneath me.â
You ignored the flutter that went off in your pussy, clenching your thighs discreetly as you glared. âJust keep the noise down okay old man? I'm trying to study.â
Toji could feel his cock grow harder, you were just what he needed. âSo iâm an old man now? Thatâs a first, usually girls like you just call me daddy.â he shrugged, âbut itâs okay, youâll get there.â
You rolled your eyes as you walked away from him, annoyance written all over your face to mask the arousal swirling in your stomach. Heâd probably fucked the entire neighborhood by now, including the campus, so you werenât gonna fall for his sick charms. You just hoped he complied and kept the place quiet, you didnât need that usual noise the day before your big test.
Toji had surprisingly did as you asked, and you sighed in content as you read through the pages of your notes. Your pen in your hand finding itself in between your teeth as you bit down softly. You got what you wanted, so why was your mind running wild with thoughts of the Fushiguro manâs hands on your body as he fucked you like all of those other girls.
You shifted in your seat, one leg over the other to bring stimulation to your needy clit making you whimper softly. You couldnât let yourself give in.
Another week passed and you once again found yourself in the same noisy predicament. Your mind couldnât help but wander to the man more than twice your age. Way too old for you yet just so.. hot. Toji Fushiguro had become your fantasy.
And it was unbearable.
Hearing all these moans day and night. Hearing Tojiâs loud grunts and groans as he no doubt left them with the best fuck of their lives.
It was Thursday, and Megumi would be coming tomorrow per routine, so youâd finally get a break then. But, you couldnât deny the fact that you wanted an excuse to go over there. Your face serious as you banged on his door.
You waited a minute, a shirtless Toji emerging into the door frame as it flew open. Toji smirked, âAh, you again.â His sweatpants hung dangerously low beneath the start of his v line, black hair messy as his tongue darted out to swipe across his lips. âFinally came to your senses?â
His last fuck had left right before you came, coincidentally of course.
âN-no.â you objected sternly. âIâm here to ask you again to just be.. what are yo-â
You swallowed hard when he began stalking towards you, a sinister grin on his face as you were backed up against a wall. His breath fanned your head as he bent his neck. Hands on the walls near each side of your face. âYour face says otherwise, doll.â
âNo it d-doesnât.. youâre just a cocky old man preventing me from getting things done.â
Tojiâs brow raised with a deep hearty chuckle, âBack to that nickname i see,â His hand grabbing hold of your cheeks and squeezing them together. âGonna have to clean that mouth of yours, teach you how to be a good girl.â
You whimpered lowly, feeling wetness pool between your legs as you looked up through your lashes. Tojiâs eyes trailing to your glossy lips as he inhaled sharply. âDonât worry, this dirty old manâs lips are cleanâ
Pressing his lips roughly to yours, your eyes widening as you gripped the edge of your skirt with a moan. Toji smirked against your lips, his hands hooking beneath your legs as he lifted you up. Your frame so much smaller in comparison to his larger one.
Toji was quick to bring you inside. And you found yourself sitting on the manâs lap, your skirt bunched up at your hips as he hammered up into your wet cunt with brute force. His hands kneading into the flesh of your ass each time you ground your hips onto him.
You let out a loud mewl, his thick cock stretching you out and grazing against your gummy walls as he fucked you deep. Feeling him within your stomach when you cried out. âFushiguro-sanâ ah, so- ngh g-ood.â
âThatâs not my name doll, try again.â he growled deeply, landing his palm onto your ass in a hard slap. And you whimpered tearfully at the sting. âT-tojiââ Another harsh smack burning through your flesh making you let out a cry. âLast chance.â
You moaned loudly, your back arching as Toji slammed into you. âD-daddy, ahh daddy, o-oh fuckkâ,â
Toji hummed in satisfaction, âLook at you, thought i was a dirty old man hmm?â His teeth biting softly at the delicate skin of your neck, his pelvis hitting your red puffy folds relentlessly. âMoaning for me like a little slut, so fucking pretty.â
You let out a shaky cry, âHaahâ F-fushiguro-san,â Your pussy clenched down on his girth, his rough hand making its way around your throat, squeezing the sides and forcing you to look at him. âNot gonna fucking tell you again.â
You mewled, ââM sorryâ nngh,â Your back arching when Toji bullied his cock deeper into you.
âStill waiting doll.â he grunted, eyes dark as his grip on your throat tightened, your moans and whimpers loud as his thighs noisily met your sticky cunt. âD-addyâ ahh- so good,â you cried, feeling his angry tip forcing its way to your cervix, kissing the entrance with each harsh thrust.
âGood fucking girl, youâre getting thereâ he grinned with a groan. A creamy ring formed around the base of his cock, your pussy gushing messily onto him as loud squelching sounds filled the room. âPussyâs so fucking tightâ better be on the pill cause iâm botta cum in that pretty pussy, shit.â
âAhâ nngh daddy, âm close- gonna cum.â you whimpered, your eyes rolling back and your lips parting in a string of incoherent babbles, Tojiâs thrusts sloppy as he groaned.
âGonna cum on this old manâs dick yeah?â He teased cockily, âHad so much talk for someone whoâs falling apart on my cock.â Toji grunted, âBet ya sat there listening like a lil perv, your hand down your panties hmm?â
You shook your head no with a cry, âUh uh- ahhâ wasnât.â
âSure about that? Sure you didnât sit there and fantasize about me fucking you like a little slut?â His hand reached down to rub at your clit, a loud moan escaping your mouth.
Your breathing sped up as you felt a coil buildup in your stomach. Your body shaking with pure ecstasy. You let out a high pitched scream, the stimulation to your g spot making your head go fuzzy. Vision turning white as you clenched down tightly on Tojiâs cock.
âO-oh fuckâ âm cummingâ ah, cumming daddy.â Tojiâs hand pressed down harder on your throat, the pressure restricting your air flow making you let out a choked mewl. Tears welling in your eyes as his heavy balls smacked against your ass.
âNnghââ The ring of white thickened at his base as you let out whiny cries. Tojiâs hand working small circles on the sensitive bud before he brought his lips to your ear. His voice deep and gruff as he groaned. âFuck doll- squeezing me so tight, come on and scream for me.â He breathed, âmake a mess on my cock.â
Tojiâs mean pace became too much, a tight pull in your stomach as your mouth fell open, legs trembling with loud cries as an unfamiliar feeling washed over you.
It was heavenly, your brain going dumb and your pupils disappearing behind heavy lids as you screamed loudly, head falling back and nails digging into his shoulders as you fell off the edge.
Toji never slowing the movement of his hips, still hammering up into you despite the mess you were making on his thighs. Your pussy spraying streams after streams of clear liquid as you arched your hips, grinding back and forth to ride out your squirting orgasm.
âEven fucking louder than any of my previous fucks.â he laughed, âWonder what the neighbors would say, went from being a whiny little bitch to being the same thing you complained about.â
You let out a whine, Toji flipping you abruptly onto your back, his hand still around your neck as the position allowing him to hit even deeper. âFuck,â he grunted, his words in between each thrust. âgonna fucking breed that pussy so deep.â Letting out a low groan at the last thrust, his lips meeting yours in a sloppy kiss as he bottomed out.
A whimper fell past your lips into his when you felt him fill you up, his cum shooting in hot thick spurts along the walls of your cunt.
He smirked as he pulled away, watching you pant heavily. âWould make such a good breeding bunny.â Dipping his fingers past your lips and resting them on the back of your tongue. âMight have to keep you around, canât be disturbed if youâre the one making the noise now can you?â
You shook your head tiredly, forcing your eyes to stay open as Toji pulled out of you. His sticky cum seeping out of your fluttering pussy slowly. Your brain was still so clouded, blinking in and out of blurry vision.
Toji hid the smile threatening to creep up onto his face, his face neutral as he plopped down onto the couch next to you. âRest if you need to, then leave.â He said nonchalantly, trying to seem like his usual self despite the fact that he had not kicked you out yet. Which was something he never did, let a girl stay any longer than a second after sex.
The man would never admit it, but there was just something about you.
summary. âIâve known him since we were kids, and trust me when I say that heâll fuck you and forget about it.â | wc. 3.4k+ *àłàŒ
cw/ tw. college au. slightly dark content, obsessive behavior, smoking (although not by the reader), frat parties, dry humping, dubcon, loss of virginity, degradation, spanking, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, jealousy, slightly yandere behavior, pet names (ex. pretty girl, baby), intended for 18+ readers
pairing. Frat-Boy!Geto x Shy!Reader
an. a lil repost from my old blog (I really suck at these author's notes) reblogs are appreciated!
You met Geto at a frat party Shoko dragged you to after listening to you complain (for the third time that week) about classes and a paper due next monthâand you couldnât say that you were too upset about it now that you were standing beside him.Â
He was twice your size. Easily a head taller than you, which had your stomach twisting into neat little knots.
Geto was the type youâd usually avoid and admire from afar. Because rich, popular guys like him didnât have time for unspecial girls like you. But he too easily derailed that thought without doing more than flashing you a smile.
It should be disconcerting how openly you were staring, not even trying to hide how your eyes traveled from the perfect bun atop his head to his broad, slightly tanned chest. His open, silky, short-sleeve button-up revealed a necklace dangling low around his neck and a glimpse of a tattoo that started at his ribs and trailed down beyond his shirt.
You almost felt a little underdressed, standing beside him in just a cropped sweater and tennis skirt.
âHey, Iâve never seen you around here before,â he said. âIâm Geto.â
His voice was niceâlow and sweet. Sly, in that way most guys like him tend to embrace after years of getting what they want.
Then you realized he had been talking to you, the corners of his mouth curling as he stared at you expectantly.
Embarrassment swam through your veins as you shyly gave him your name before shifting behind Shoko until the heat in your face melted away. Geto's lips twitched, bringing his cup to his mouth with a hand covered in ringsâyou wanted to disappear into the floor.
It wasnât until after he plied you with a few fruity drinks, your head a little fuzzy and less anxious, that you relaxed around him, swaying on your feet towards him instead of away. The slight buzz had words easily falling off your tongue, and you were surprised to find that he listened instead of going glassy-eyed the longer you went on about classes and your work study.
Your fourth cup in, you followed him into the corner of the living room on a lumpy old couch where Geto sat with you in his lapâyou werenât even sure what you were talking about anymoreâwhile he took long drags from a blunt you let him roll up on your thigh.
He offered you a hit, which you politely declined, and he pulled you along with him when he leaned back further into the couch, his voice close humming along your eardrums and his lips softly brushing against your ear.
Geto turned his head to blow out another hazy cloud of smoke before leaning in to ask if he could taste your drink.
âS-sure,â you breathed shakily, about to give him your cup, only to freeze when he kissed you instead.
He chuckled when you released a startled squeak against his mouthâthe faint smell of weed on his breath fanning across your face and making you slightly light-headed. Then his tongue sought out yours, and the taste of mint and cheap vodka graced your tastebuds.Â
You sighed, subtly rubbing your thighs together, and before you could even return the kiss, heâd pulled away with a wry smile.
âTastes good,â he hummed, a warm hand gently running along your thigh. Your tongue ran over your bottom lip, and you watched his gaze track the movement. âCan I have another?âÂ
You were already leaning in before he could finish asking.
He texted you while you were hunched over a petri dish in the lab on Tuesday.Â
Then, while you were studying in the library a week laterâanother victim to you venting about your paper, though it felt like he made an effort to understandâafter a long shift and bus ride home, followed by a steady succession of texts for several days straight.Â
You thought he was sweet, in his own wayâlittle things that made your heart flutter like butterfly wings and stomach bubble with anxiety because this was bound to crash and burn. But one crooked smile, and you suddenly forgot why guys like him were off-limits.
Sometimes, heâd bring you coffee after long nights of studying, and it made you sway on your feet whenever heâd tuck hair behind your ear after it fell out of place.
Youâd find yourself pressed against your soft bed whenever Shoko wasn't around while Geto licked away the little whimpers dripping from your lips. Some days it went further than that, where the messy grinding and needy kisses werenât enough, and his hand would tease up your skirt to smooth over your drippy-wet cunt through damp underwear.Â
However, it didnât go beyond dry-humping and heavy petting becauseâ
âIâve never done this before,â you admitted softly, staring up at your speckled ceiling. Too afraid to see the look on his face until the hand still delicately wrapped around your throat suddenly forced your gaze back on him.
It was as if something about him almost shifted, dangerous, eyes as dark as pitch in the soft light of your bedroom lamp. But it dissolved with a syrupy smile as he squeezed your hips. âWeâll take it slow, okay?â
The amount of trust you had for him after only a couple of weeks should be alarmingâ
You grin at him instead of thinking about it too much. A dumb and foolish part of you held onto the fact that he promised.
And you believed him.
Or wanted to.Â
âSlow,â you agreed, kissing the edge of his mouth.
A month goes by, and you could only keep the secret from Shoko for so long before she finally caught you smiling like a love-sick idiot over a text Geto sent one day. She wasnât as upset as youâd expected; she almost seemed disappointed.
And that was somehow worse.
She warned you not to take anything seriously that came out of Getoâs mouth because he had a habit of running the same script on every girl he met.
âIâve known him since we were kids, and trust me when I say that heâll fuck you and forget about it,â she told you, pointing her coffee spoon in your direction.
âOh.â
Shoko reached over and patted your shoulder at the look of dejection on your face. "I just donât want to see you get hurt, alright?â
You turned over Shokoâs words in your head because you knew this.
Part of you knew all of this. And yetâŠ
And yet, Geto made it easy to forget.
He texted you that night, inviting you to a party his frat house was throwing.
Are you coming?Â
You told him you needed to study for a test, but Shoko insisted you go anyway.
At the party, you scanned the crowd for a familiar head of dark hair until you got dizzy from turning your head so much. And just when you were about to give up and leave instead, you spotted him from where you stood in the archway to the kitchen, and what you saw had your heart sinking bitterly into your stomach.
It shouldnât have come as much of a surprise after what Shoko warned you ofâhow you already knew that he had an assortment of red flags dangling around his head like drapes since the moment you met him.
But you hoped that maybeâŠwell.
You watched Geto share a blunt with the girl in his lap, that familiar crooked smile curling his mouth as cherry-red lips wrapped around the end.
Some of you wondered if someone else had looked at you with the same amount of pity when they witnessed you falling so easily for Getoâs soft-spoken words and recycled pick-up linesâthe sweet, shy girl who didnât know any better ensnared in a neatly woven trap.
He caught your wide-eyed gaze from across the crowd with his bloodshot one, though you didnât stick around long enough to see what he did after that because you were already walking back home.
You were a bit heartbroken, or that was what you called it, for the first few daysâignoring the texts heâd send late at night and leaving for class earlier than usual to avoid bumping into him.
Avoiding him was more difficult than you thought since his friends ran in the same circles as your roommate. And lately, he seemed more interested in movie nights, or somehow, he always needed to borrow notes from Shoko for a class.
Those days, you sat next to Gojo when there was nowhere else to sit in your cramped living roomânone the wiser about the fact that Geto had a strained relationship with your new couch mate.
At parties, you no longer paid attention to where he was in the room, choosing to hover by Shoko and her girlfriend the entire time. It was only during a moment of misplaced curiosity that you finally looked over, already finding Getoâs darkened gaze on you, sneering as you talked and laughed with other guys.
Decent guys.
This game of cat and mouse went on for two more months: Geto trying to get you to notice him while you pretended to be utterly oblivious.
Because it was easier this way, and eventually, this will all get brushed over and become nothing more than a minor slip in your decision-making.
It bothered him for reasons he couldnât put into words. He could have a different girl warming his bed almost every weekend, and before he met you, he never batted an eye when they stopped talking to him once they found out that he wasnât interested in anything other than sex.
Yet, here you were, taking over his every thought like a fucking disease.
He saw you walking around campus with guys that were nothing like himâguys that probably didnât get high five days out of the week, that willingly took you out on proper dates, that bought you flowers and walked you to your doorâthen heâd creep onto your Instagram and get annoyed by the new number of male friends liking and commenting on how pretty you were.
He shouldnât care. He didnât. Really.
But he did.
Geto wondered if you held out for them as you were so hellbent on doing with him or if one of them managed to taint the innocence you wrapped yourself with before he could.
That put a sour taste in his mouth, one he couldnât wash away with shots of cheap vodka. And after he watched you leave the party with a guy who looked like he didnât know what to do after getting your underwear around your ankles, Geto decided he needed to find out.
That was one of the worst dates of your life, by far, since the guy didn't even show upâwhat an asshole. All night, you earned pathetic looks from the restaurant staff while you sat at your table set for two.
Heâs going to get an earful whenever you see him in your Psych class on Mondayâthe thought passed through your head as you washed off your makeup and sticky hairspray, hoping a warm shower would help brighten your sulky mood.
Your soft, fluffy towel was at least a small comfort as you stepped out of your steamy bathroom to get a change of clothes. Only, you stopped dead in your tracks at the sight of Geto lounging on your bed in a black hoodie and grey sweatsâhis long legs hanging off the edge so he could spread his knees, accentuating the very obvious bulge between his thighs.
He gave you a wry smirk when he caught you staring.Â
"You should learn to lock your doors, sweetheart. You never know what kind of creep might sneak in."
Finding him sitting on your bed, uninvited, should terrify you more than it did, and all the alarm bells going off in your head clearly indicate that you should tell him to leave instead of standing there clutching your towel to your chest.
"What are you doing here, Geto?" you asked quietly.
He blatantly ignored your roused suspicion, unable to stop himself from thinking about how cute you lookedâskin soft and dewy from the shower you just took, a scowl painted on your features.Â
Fuck. He wanted to ruin you, to see how flustered you could get, no matter how many cheap praises he whispered into your ear.
Although tonight, he was set on seeing what you hid behind a thin layer of fabric, finally having what heâd been craving for months. You just needed a little encouragement, thatâs all.
Because he was tired of waiting.
Geto sat up, then, now so close that he could reach his hand out and grab your towel. And he did, tugging you closer and watching in amusement as you stumbled between his spread knees on coltish legs.
Finally, he met your gaze: "Isn't it obvious why Iâm here?"
You swallowed. "Geto, Iâ"
He watched your confidence crumble a little when his hands snaked up your thighs under your towel, up, up, up until you were shivering underneath his fingers.Â
"I-I made it clear that I didn't want to talk to you anymore."
His brow arched. "Yeah? You don't want to talk to me?â He swiped a thumb through your folds, and you gasped in shock, trembling. âThen why are you so wet?â
Geto could tell that you wanted to deny it, even as he pulled his hand out from under your towel to show off your shiny arousal clinging to his thumb, the pink string lights hanging around your room making it more glaringly obvious.
âI-Iâm notââ
âI-Iâm not,â he mocked meanly.Â
His eyes swam with the same flicker of intensity he showed you that day you told him you were a virgin. Although this time, it swallowed his gaze entirelyâthe soft brown of his irises washed away by something that had your body betraying you with another rush of slickness between your thighs.
âGet on the bed, pretty girl. Leave the towel on the floor,â he said under his breath, patronizing. âAnd donât make me say it again.â
Your back was in an uncomfortable arch as Geto curled over you from behind, large hands gripping your hips tight enough to bruise.
âWhat do they have that I donât, hm?âÂ
You ignored how your stomach plunged at the mere fact that he mightâve been jealous, that perhaps he cared just a little.
âBet you were whoring yourself out for them, huh?â He sneered, grasping your hair and tugging so you were looking up at him upside down. The odd angle had you wincing in discomfort, and he laughed humorlessly. âYou know what I think? I think that youâre secretly a little slut.â
âN-not a, ah, not a slut.â
He slapped a hand down against your ass just to hear the sharp cry he knew you couldnât hold in, enjoying the pretty picture of tears prickling the corners of your eyes. âLiar.â
âMâ not,â you pleaded as the impact of the next blow against your tender flesh had you gasping for air, your empty cunt clenching almost painfully.
Geto smoothed his hand over the curve of your ass, smiling when you flinched. You looked so fucking wrecked, and he hadnât even done anything yet. âProve it then,â he said. âProve that youâre only a fucktoy for my cock.â
You wracked your brain, head too dizzy with how fast this was happening to think properlyâ
âK-kiss me first,â you babbled.
"How about you beg me first," he threw the word back in your face.Â
You didn't answerâeverything you wanted to say was choking up in your chest. The smile Geto gave you was uncharacteristically sweet, yet it didn't meet his eyes, and he laughed. âOr are you too dumb to think already?â
âPlease, kiss me,â you sniffled, lips wobbling. The sight made Getoâs cock twitch.
So fucking pretty, he thought.
You knew he would at least give you this when his eyes slightly softened.
Then his mouth was on yours. Heavy and unforgiving, teeth clacking and nipping at your lips. The familiarity of his lips soothed the overwhelming feeling in your chest and made you feel like you were touching the ground again.Â
He always made your brain scramble whenever he kissed you, turning thoughts into air. And you didnât even realize that he was lining himself up with your entrance.Â
His cock heavily slid against your slit once, twice. Up and down, and back up again. You whimpered when he nudged your clit, parting you open slowly. It nearly gave you whiplash with how gentle he was being compared to how he treated you moments before.
"Open up for me, baby."
It was embarrassing when you parted your knees, showing him a part of your body that nobody else had seen beforeâ
"Ah!" you squealed when he unexpectedly pushed in to the hilt, your walls straining to accommodate the new feeling of fullness and trying to push him out. You cried and squirmed in his holdâthe stretch too much as you took big gulps of air to make room where there wasn't.
"Huh, looks like you still had a cute little virgin cunt after all," he grunted, jerking deeper inside.
Geto didn't even give you a moment to adjust to his length before he was roughly pounding into you, his balls slapping against the sore flesh of your ass. And all you could do was lay there and take it.
He loved this part, feeling a virgin pussy stretch around him for the first time. It made his stomach twist and his head fuzzyâhe swore it was better than getting high.
Suddenly, he shoved you into the mattress, his hands pressing against your shoulder blades to prevent you from moving. The new angle had his cock going deeper, pushing against a soft spot deep inside you that felt nearly devastating when his tip hit it again and again.
Your thighs were shaking, no longer able to control the lewd noises leaking from your lips. The tight coil in your abdomen had you twitching, only coiling tighter as Geto continuously abused that sensitive spot in your cunt. It was so overwhelming and intense that you nearly burst when Geto reached between your legs to play with your sticky-hot clit.
It twitched violently against the rough pads of his fingers. "'m gonnaâ"
"Shut up," he sneered, his voice dangerously low before shoving your face further into the mattress with a hand at the back of your neck. "Shut up and cum."
No sounds left your mouth, your body seemingly obeying his command. Your thighs clenched, trying to close, but his broad body prevented you from pushing him away. And thenâ
âFuck âlook at that,â he groaned as you felt a gush of liquid spray between your legs, splashing his thighs and getting the blankets under you sopping wet. All you could do was sob, overwhelmed by how fast he made you cum.
He gave you a rough thrust, a long whine slipping out of your throat. âGonna fill this pussy nice and full. Youâd like that, wouldnât you?â
With your face pressed into your comforter, it prevented you from shaking your head no; the only sound coming out through the mouthful of cotton is an mmph, nearly choking on your own drool.
âIâm âgonna make sure everyone knows youâre mineâshit, keep squeezing me.â He released a feral moan. "Just like that! Good girl."
Geto held you still, his mouth attaching to your shoulder to muffle the loud groan rumbling in his chest as his balls twitched and drew up almost painfully. His hips pressed flush against yours to cum as deep as your cunt would allow, trying to make it stick.
"Fuck," he panted.
Afterward, he tangled you up in his arms, his soft cock still nestled in your snug, tacky-wet walls. Cuddling was the last thing you expected, but you decided not to bring it up lest he got upset.
Nor did you say anything when you noticed the small bloodstain on his grey sweats after getting dressed and his slightly bruised knuckles pulling the cotton up over his hips. You never brought it up, not even as your date from Saturday showed up to class with a suspicious swollen lip and a black eye.
And you didn't ask if Geto wanted to hang out after class. It had just been sexâa one-time thing.
He'd already gotten what he wanted and left. That was always how this would play out: no extra dates or late-night texts. Guys like Geto didnât do strâet cetera.
You knew this.Â
You knew.
However, the dark look he shot Gojo when he pulled you into his lap for movie night could make you believe otherwise, that maybe it was more than sexâ
âŠIt was probably best just to keep your mouth shut.
A few weeks later, Geto muffled low groans into his shirt caught between his teeth as he fisted his cock to a picture of youâbecause you were avoiding him again.Â
But that was okay, silly, that you ever thought you could. He already had it planned out how heâd have you again, and just the thought of feeling your tight cunt wrapped around him had Geto painting his stomach white.
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Gojo, who frames his daughter's drawing of their family in his office, even if it's nothing but blue circles and yellow lines.
Gojo, who scoops you up off the floor as you're carrying your daughter and smiles at how you both squeal because he just wants to "hold his girls."
Gojo, who sometimes falls asleep with his daughter on his chest, his hands spanning across her back and where her legs are curled up because she has a habit of running around in just a shirt and her diaper.
Gojo, who loves being a dad, he's told you countless times: in the shower, when his daughter greets him at the front door, in bed.
Especially in bed.
Gojo, who doesn't even realize he says, "Don't you want to give daddy another baby?"
He only knows that he has to grit his teeth to stave off filling you up like he wants when you nod your head yes.
"Okay, sweetheart, okay," he murmurs.
Gojo, who tilts your hips and shoves one of your fancy throw pillows underneath to keep them up. Then he presses a hand between your shoulder blades to keep your head downâmuffling your moans into the sheetsâbefore he grinds his cock into you and hits that spot that makes your legs kick out and cunt clench down around him.
"Good girl," he groans. "Take it for me, okay? And I'll give you what you want."
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