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ใ€Œ ๐”๐๐๐‘๐Ž๐…๐„๐’๐’๐ˆ๐Ž๐๐€๐‹ | ๐ƒ๐ˆ๐‹๐”๐‚ ๐‘๐€๐†๐๐•๐ˆ๐๐ƒ๐‘

heโ€™s your boss, he really shouldnโ€™t be having these feelings about youโ€”but he is, and he doesnโ€™t want to stop.

warnings : f. reader, you work at angels share, diluc masturbates over you in the back room, slight grinding.

word count : 1.8k

note : this got so much longer than intended but i might actually do a part two with the actual goods.

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ใ€Œ ๐”๐๐๐‘๐Ž๐…๐„๐’๐’๐ˆ๐Ž๐๐€๐‹ | ๐ƒ๐ˆ๐‹๐”๐‚ ๐‘๐€๐†๐๐•๐ˆ๐๐ƒ๐‘

diluc wasnโ€™t an unprofessional man, he was respected and well known in mondstatโ€”people looked up to him and appreciated how he protected the city. he was polite when he needed to be and a little blunt, powerful and strong. and he was your boss.

he remembers when he first met you, interviewed you for a job at angels shareโ€” bright eyed and polite as you reached out to shake his hand with a gentle โ€œnice to meet you, sir. i look forward to working below you.โ€ when he told you you were hired rolling off your tongue in a dreamy, breathier tone. he couldnโ€™t help the way he felt his cheeks heat, trying to hide it with a more passive look on his face when he shuddered at the feeling of your hand in his, only nodding in reply and earning himself an awkward glance away when he pulled his hand back almost immediately, leaving you to assume youโ€™d offended him in some way when he gruffly left after, telling you to be there tomorrow for your shiftโ€”when all he truly wants is to feel you again.

you tried, truly, and diluc knew thisโ€” youโ€™d tried to get to know him, actually took your time to learn more about the man who worked above you. heโ€™d overheard you talking to diona at the end of your shift one night, slipping in a comment about how you donโ€™t think he likes you much when you realise that itโ€™s just going to be you both closing the bar this weekend, as you suck your pouty lips between your teeth nervously and he canโ€™t deny the sudden drop in his chest before he returns to his quarters in the back as diona giggles at you, because itโ€™s not that. not at all.

you just made him feel strange, diluc thinks as he stands in the cellar nowโ€” staring absentmindedly at the wine lining the shelves maybe an hour before the bar is due to close, the last of the drunk townsfolk finishing their drinks and wandering home in their drunken haze.

he didnโ€™t dislike you, not at all, you were a good worker, great even and the patrons at the bar loved youโ€”maybe he did avoid you a little or always seem to leave the bar whenever your shift started, but itโ€™s because he couldnโ€™t help the way his gaze lingered on you whenever you were around him. it was easier that way to hide how his eyes would trail along your figure under your apron, trying to cover it up with blunt words and folded arms, shaking his head whenever you caught him. he hated the way his heart would race whenever you sat next to him on the bar stools, and you always did. bouncing down next to him with a breathless sigh and it took everything in him not to reach out to pull you closer when your thigh knocked against his own, because bosses shouldnโ€™t do that with their employees, should they?

maybe he should apologise to you , diluc thought as he ran an exasperated hand through his unruly red locksโ€” cursing under his breath before pulling himself together and adjusting his coat with a sigh as he turned. i mean what would he even say? sorry if heโ€™s been impolite but he thinks youโ€™re really pretty.. โ€œhow ridiculous.โ€ he groans at the realisation, turning to leave the cellar to return back to where he knows youโ€™ll be.

but he stops silently in the door way when he actually finds you, leaning over the bar and facing away from him as you clean up a few of the final glassesโ€”bidding farewell to the last of the customers as you get ready to close up for the night.

you havenโ€™t noticed him yet and maybe thatโ€™s a good thing diluc realises when he finds his eyes trailing along your figure once more as he swallows heavily. the dim lighting of the bar still illuminating the curve of your hips and ass in your outfit, short skirt falling along the skin delicatelyโ€” almost teasing him, stopping just short of your thighs and heโ€™s pretty sure if he bent down a little heโ€™d be able to seeโ€”

โ€œmaster diluc?โ€ you breathe, turning to him slowly and diluc is hoping you donโ€™t notice the sharp inhale he takes in surprise before his face falls back to his usual expression and he clears his throat, breaking the silence as he tries to calm down his heart rate.

โ€œwas that the last of them?โ€ he asks, his voice coming out lower than he thought it would as he crosses the bar heโ€™s standing across from youโ€” trying to ignore the way your gaze on him is making his face burn hot. but just when heโ€™s sure heโ€™s blushing you turn away, nodding with one of your sweeter smiles before you place the glance on the shelf as he approaches you.

you smell nice, kind of sweet, diluc realises when he steps closerโ€” expecting you to move aside but when you only turn your attention back to the next glass, heโ€™s no other choice but to close the distance between you both, furrowing his brows as he reaches over you for a cloth to help you clean, steadying himself with his other hand on the bar beside you but careful enough to keep some distance between your back and his chest.

but youโ€™re so close, from this angle diluc can make out the curves of your figure even clearer now, his eyes narrowed and half lidded as he steals glances at your skin beneath him, suddenly forgetting what he was reaching for in the first place, too busy trying not to focus on the way his skin feels warm at the close proximity, suddenly aware of how close his other hand is to your skin, his breathing becoming increasingly shallow when you sigh beneath him and he canโ€™t help but inch closer.

are you okay, master diluc?โ€ you hum, turning to look at him again before he can realise how close he is. the swell of your ass brushing against dilucโ€™s crotch as he grunts slightly and he canโ€™t help the sudden, involuntary buck of his hips to feel you closer as he bites back a groan so intensely it almost sounds like a snarl, earning a gasp from you when his hand that was previously wrapped around the bar suddenly grabs your hips to keep you both steady.

diluc feels you tense when his fingers tighten into the flesh of your hips before you relax, and heโ€™s unsure if itโ€™s the dizzy spin of his mind thatโ€™s convinced him youโ€™re pushing yourself closer to him, or if you feel exactly what he does too as the sudden atmosphere in the room becomes heavier.

he doesnโ€™t think about it too much, he doesnโ€™t let himselfโ€” he must look so unprofessional, but another breathyโ€” almost whimpered sigh of his name falling from your lips earns you another needy twitch from his hips and cock as heโ€™s pulled from another lewd daydream, tearing himself away from you with a curt apology and a โ€œplease excuse me.โ€ as he leaves suddenly, excusing himself to the back room before the door closes and his back hits the cool wood afterwards, a shakey exhale falling from his lips as he grumbles, letting his gaze fall to the now obvious bulge in his black slacks, โ€œs-so, ridiculous.โ€

he shouldnโ€™t, not here, diluc thinksโ€” smoothing back the red hair thatโ€™s fell messily over his flushed skin, letting his head fall back against the door as his fingers smooth under the waistband of his sweats. but he canโ€™t face you like this, the crimson haired male realises before he sighs and unbuttons his pants, pushing them down just enough to allow his heavy cock to spring free, already sensitive as precum gathers at the blunt tip and diluc wraps his gloved hand around the baseโ€” giving it a few shallow pumps before he hisses through his teeth, stifling any noise in the hopes you donโ€™t hear him.

he steadiest himself against the door as his thighs tremble, swiping his thumb along the beads of precum before smearing them along his thick shaft with a few lazy, languid pumps. his skin felt sticky as he continued his ministrations, thumping his head back against the door behind him as his eyes gloss over and flutter closed, not being able to control the way his mind goes over his last encounter with you as his hips buck, the fat head of his cock glistening and disappearing into his fist.

โ€œgodโ€”โ€œ diluc grumbles, words muffled as he clenching his jaw, recalling the way you said his name, your tone dreamy and honeyed everytime โ€œmaster dilucโ€ falls from your lips, like itโ€™s just for him and he canโ€™t help but think about how much prettier it would sound through a moan.

he sloppily pumps his thick cock as he remembers just how the curve of his empoyees ass felt against him, panting shamelessly at the way you relaxed into his embraceโ€” like you trusted him, but would you still trust him knowing he was doing this right now? would you still continue to work here? โ€œhngghhโ€”โ€ diluc huffs, pushing that thought from his hazed mind as he twists his hand around his cock just like he likes, imagining it was your hand instead as he forms a tight circle around the sensitive pink glands and squeezes, accidentally letting a shakey, languid moan of your name slip from his lips as his fingers graze over the sensitive head of his cock.

the squelching noises only grow louder, echoing through his dimly lit room as he loses himself in more thoughts of youโ€” how youโ€™d look underneath him, how warm your mouth would probably feel around him as you babble out โ€œharder, dilucโ€”โ€œ from your pouty lips as his hands tighten on your hips again. he wants to feel more of you, see more of you.

dilucโ€™s technique grows messier with each involuntary buck of his hips, more hushed groans falling from him as his tongue flicks out to drag along his lips, his other gloved hand pressing over his mouth to muffle his noises. this is shamefulโ€”the way heโ€™s behaving, but the thought of you beneath him as he sinks into your needy, glistening folds has him losing his mind as he grunts, clenching his teeth before his orgasm suddenly rips through him as he muffles another needy moan of your name.

the familiar rush of heat ignites his nerves as he trembles, digging his heels into the hard wooden floor below him to steady himself as he spills over his gloves and coat, thick ropes of cum dripping down the fabric as he tries to swallow a deep but satisfied groan before heโ€™s trying to keep himself steady on trembling thighs, burying his face into his one clean palm when what heโ€™s done finally settles into the room.

โ€œmaster diluc? did you call me? is everything okay?โ€ diluc jumps, slamming himself against the door as his heavy, vermillion eyes widen with panicโ€” realising the position heโ€™s in now, covered in cum after relieving himself over his employee in the back room of his own bar. โ€œ uh, yesโ€”iโ€™m sorry. i just forgot to take stock on one of the wines, almost done.โ€

but he canโ€™t deny the way his cock twitches at the sound of his name from your lips.

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1 year ago

ok i know we always talk about girl dad satoru but imagine boy dad satoru and his lil gentlemanly lessons.

it happens for the first time when you go to take your seatbelt off and get out of the car as soon as itโ€™s parked, but thereโ€™s a little voice from the back saying โ€œwait mommy! wait!โ€ and satoruโ€™s nodding like โ€œyeah, wait mommy!โ€ with a knowing grin. you watch him get out of the drivers seat and jog over to help your son out of his car seat before they both make their way to your door. itโ€™s teamwork: satoru opens, and your son holds a tiny hand out for you as he says, โ€œhold my hand mommy, donโ€™t fall!โ€ you walk with satoru trailing behind you both, smiling in amusement as he tells your son โ€œremember kiddo, we never let mommy open her own doors!โ€

and from then on itโ€™s always a small squeal of โ€œno! mommy stop!โ€ when youโ€™re about to sit down, just so they can jog up and pull the chair out for you and push you in once youโ€™re seated. thereโ€™s that routine โ€œafter you, mommy!โ€ when he lets you out the door first because itโ€™s always ladies first, of course. thereโ€™s always a strict, โ€œmommyโ€™s cold! give her your jacketโ€ you hear thrown at satoru with tiny hands on hips that makes you giggle as satoru shrugs off his jacket with a huff from being scolded. sometimes, thereโ€™s a โ€œfor you mommy!โ€ before a small bundle of flowers is pressed to your hand as satoru grumbles from the back that he paid, so he should be able to give it to you.

you canโ€™t help but pick your son up every time and kiss his cheeks, grinning as you murmur, โ€œwhat a sweet little gentleman i have to take care of me.โ€

and satoruโ€™s always pouting, always standing in the back as he whines out a petulant, โ€œi taught him all that! what about me?โ€

so you kiss him tooโ€”because he treats you just as good, teaches your son to be even better, in fact. and you love your boys, and they never let you forget they love you too.

3 years ago

I loveeeee the boyfriendification of ran haitani! It was sooo good to see a new side of him with the reader. It was well written! Love it some much! If your request is open, I was wondering if you could do something within the line, when they are officially dating and some random chick in the bonten office or club trying to get into ran's pants. I know he wouldn't do such a thing but wanna make it a misunderstanding, like the reader went in the room or something then she saw the girl was sitting on Ran's lap but he wasn't doing anything the girl just push him down and kinda force herself to be on top of him but sadly the timing before he can brush her off his lap the reader came in and misunderstood the thing. He's trying to explain grabbing her and begging her to listen for a while but the reader is hurt so she rushed back home to her apartment without letting him explain because she was hurt. I dunno why I wanna see him desperately trying to explain to you and win you back for days or weeks. I am a sucker for crying man child. Wanna see my boy cry for a girl for the first time in his life ๐Ÿฅบ I just love angst to comfort fluff.

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a/n: 18+!!!! NSFW!!! SWEET BUTTERFLY ANON I AM !!!!! LOSIN !!!! MY MIND!!!! I LOVED THIS IDEA SO MUCH THANK YOU FOR IT AND THANK YOU FOR YOUR KIND WORDS! THIS ACCIDENTALLY GOT SO LONG AND IT ISN'T VERY PROOFREAD BUT I HOPE IVE DONE YOUR REQUEST JUSTICE PLS ENJOY ๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›

content: ANGST/COMFORT, sex!!! (maybe unprotected? it's unclear), language, drinking/smoking/ lil bit drug references, more talking kinda fucked up about women knock it off sanzu!!!!

word count: 4,492

"sanzu, you motherfucker..." ran hisses as he arrives at the address in the group text. bonten was having a huge event tonight, celebrating some major investment that was panning out exactly as koko had anticipated. mikey had given sanzu the reigns on party planning as he objectively partied the hardest out of the entire organization.

but sanzu was sanzu and ran wasn't sure why he had expected anything other than a party at the strip club.

sitting in his car, hands tightening on the steering wheel, ran stared up at the brick building, at its neon pink XXX sign and the flashing silhouettes of girls that danced beneath it. he mumbled a few curses under his breath, unsure of what he should do.

on one hand, he knew he was expectedโ€“ no, requiredโ€“ to show up tonight as one of bonten's executives. on the other hand, the thought of sitting around getting drunk with half naked girls all night while you, his girl, was waiting in his apartment for him to get home, made him feel a little queasy.

ran worried about pushing you too far. he worried about it all the time. when he'd take business phone calls in the other room so you wouldn't hear, when he'd come home with injuries he couldn't explain, when he'd give some shitty explanation and disappear for a week, he always braced himself for you to leave him. and he wouldn't blame you. he had never been the most patient or flexible person, and he doubted he would be able to put up with such treatment if the roles were reversed.

but you were everything ran wasn't. and he loved that about you. where he was coarse and unforgiving, you were tender and compassionate. every time he was sure you'd had enough, every time he came to you with an apology and a bad excuse, you had kissed him and held him and understood that it was out of his control. fuck he loved you for that.

one thing you and ran did have in common, however, was your jealousy. and ran knew that finding out he had spent the night at a strip club, even without him doing a single thing with anyone else, would hurt you deeply. especially because you knew him so well, and would know that he hadn't even wanted to be there in the first place.

massaging his temples with his fingers, ran sighs. he realizes he's dialed your number without thinking.

"hi hon," you answer on the second ring.

"hi baby," he finds himself smiling at the sound of your voice, already less tense.

"how's the party?" you ask. "is everything okay?"

"i didn't go in yet," he sighs again, resting his head against his hands. "it's at sanzu's fuckin' strip club, babe."

you're silent on the line. ran inhales deeply, tells himself to stay calm, but he can't. "please say something," he groans.

"i meaaaan," you draw out the word, trying to organize your thoughts. "that's not... ideal."

he exhales a laugh through his nose, finding it so amusing how you're always able to keep cool like this.

"well, you don't want to, like... i don't know..."

"i don't want to do a fucking thing with girls who aren't you," he finishes your sentence for you. "you know that, right?"

he thinks he can make out your sigh of relief over the phone.

"that makes me feel better," your tone changes. "ran, babe, it's a celebration, right? go have fun with your boys. i'm really glad you told me, i appreciate you being upfront like that."

"jus' didn't want you t'get mad n' shit," he mumbles, cutting the car's engine. "didn't wanna hurt your feelings. you know you're my girl."

"i know, baby," your sweet voice makes his heart swell. "and i'm not mad."

"thanks, gorgeous," ran prepares himself to get out of the car. "i'm gonna be home as soon as i can to see you." he stuffs a pack of cigarettes in his coat pocket and steps out into the cold night air, "and every time i see titties tonight, i'm gonna imagine yours instead, okay, baby?"

you hang up on him.

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when ran had gotten home that night, it was nearly 4 in the morning. he had tried so hard to come in quietly, to tip toe into the bedroom and curl up at your side without waking you. but he quickly found that he was much too drunk to maneuver his long limbs with any amount of grace, and ended up missing the doorway completely, walking straight into the wall of the hallway. you jolted awake at the loud fuck! he blurted out.

you had helped him take off his shoes and strip down to his boxers after that. once you were back in bed and he'd pulled you into his arms, you listened to him tell you about his night. he'd had fun letting loose with his boys, but whined about missing you, seeing too many women who weren't you, wishing it had been you up there dancing for him. before he fell asleep, he asked you to remind him when he was sober that he wanted a strip tease from you. you didn't, but thought it was funny and cute that he had sounded so delighted by the idea.

but now it's been a week since the party, and you've nearly forgotten all about it. the only parts that stick in your memory from that night are the ones when ran had called you from the parking lot, a nervous wreck about being in a situation which could have hurt you, and where he told you how much he had missed you while hugging you close to his chest after the event.

"what are you thinking about?" ran's voice snaps you back to the present. he's coming back over to you from his liquor cart, placing a glass of whiskey into your hands.

"you," you tease, sipping the drink, watching his face light up.

"good," he purrs, cupping your cheek and pulling you toward him for a kiss. the taste of whiskey and cigarettes on his tongue is so familiar on your own.

taking the glass from your hands, he steps forward, backing you up until you feel the firm edge of his desk at the back of your legs. he puts the drinks aside and lifts you easily onto the dark, wooden surface.

tonight was special for two reasons. the first, was that it marked six months since you and ran had officially been together. he never failed to remind you that it was his longest relationship ever, and you took pride in the fact that you had been the lucky one who got him for so long. and second, tonight ran had allowed you into his office at the bonten building for the very first time.

granted, it was mostly because it was around the corner from the restaurant where you'd had your anniversary dinner and by the time you got to ran's car, he was desperate to get you alone. the crowded restaurant parking lot was not an option, his apartment was too far, and, after calculating that not many people would be in the office with all the shipments coming in this weekend, ran decided it was worth the risk.

he stands between your legs, kissing you hungrily. a hand remains behind your head to hold your face to his. you fist his jacket, tugging him closer. "got another anniversary gift for you, baby." you laugh breathlessly as his words fall just sort of sexy and land somewhere around cheesy porno dialogue. you love him so much that it's still endearing. he fumbles with his belt, sliding you closer with a hand at your lower back.

he tugs down the front of his pants to free his throbbing length. he's painfully hard already, been yearning to feel you around him all night. you scoot your hips closer to the edge of the desk, pulling up your dress to your hips. "good girl," his voice is low in your ear. the praise sends a spark of desire through your body. you manage to slide your panties halfway down your legs and kick them off before ran is nudging your thighs apart with his hands.

"gorgeous," he remarks, spreading your pussy lips with his fingers. he coats his fingertips in some of the arousal that's already leaking from your needy hole. "such a good girl. you get so fuckin' wet for me, don't you, angel?"

you whimper and give a nod, wrapping your arms around his neck to brace yourself. six months and you still haven't gotten used to his size. you're privately grateful for it, the way every time he fucks you feels like the very first time. and you can tell from the lewd way he groans as he presses inside you that he feels the same way.

gasping for breath as he bottoms out, you can't hold back the whines that are escaping your lips. "why are you so noisy?" he teases, tugging down the front of your dress to expose your tits to him. "i haven't even done anything yet."

he punctuates the point by pulling back and thrusting up into you roughly. you cling to his shoulders, crying out with each snap of his hips as he gets into a rhythm. the way he's pounding into you is making you feel lightheaded. your face is buried in his neck and with every breath you inhale the familiar scent: cologne, cigarettes, whiskey, soap. everything is ran, the sharp press of his fingertips into your hips, the stretch inside your tight walls, the hot breath fanning over your cheek as he pants with exertion.

his thrusts get sloppy, you realize he isn't going to last much longer. one of his hands slips between your bodies, fingers searching for your swollen clit. when he finds it, you moan against his throat, incoherent sounds mixed with swear words. you hear him chuckle, "you like how i play with you, baby? fuck, you're so fuckin' sexy." your hips are jerking with a mind of their own at the stimulation, and soon you're cumming, clenching around him impossibly tight. "shit," he hisses through gritted teeth. "gonna make me fuckin' cum." "p-please," you whimper, hands fisting his hair. "please please please." your pleading is enough to finish him off, and he explodes inside you with a primal grunt, head thrown back in pleasure.

you both relish in your releases, chests heaving, the room filled with the sounds of your labored breathing as you come down from the high. ran leans in, kissing across your collarbones. his lips make their way up your neck and trace the line of your jaw. finally he holds your face in both his hands and kisses your forehead.

you feel a swell of pride in your chest, knowing that only you get to see this side of him. you hope he can see the adoration in your eyes as you smile back at him and, just in case he can't, you pull him close, arms still draped around his shoulders, to whisper right in his ear, "i love you."

ran turns his head, catching your lips and kissing you for a long moment as his response. it was rare that ran said i love you back. in fact, he'd only said it a total of three times throughout your relationship. twice during sex, and once when he was blacked out drunk. but you didn't mind it, really. he showed his love in other ways. ways that came more easily to him. lingering touches, extravagant gifts, weekend getaways to have time alone, the tenderness in his kisses.

"yeah, it just doesn't feel right sayin' that shit," he'd laughed on that drunken night. "not even to rin. just feels... i don't know... fuckin' weird comin' outta my mouth." you had nodded, drunk as well but not enough that you hadn't remembered the conversation the next day. he'd grabbed your hand abruptly, squeezing it tightly to get your attention. "obviously, i fuckin love you," he had said matter of factly when you looked over at him. "so i don't have to say it all the time, right?" you had assured him that he didn't have to say it if he didn't feel comfortable. you already knew.

ran retrieved your panties from the floor and helped you get re-dressed where you sat on the desk. "your office is nice," you say nonchalantly, grinning at him as he does up his belt buckle. he smirks, "a lot nicer with you in it."

you hop down from his desk, "i should get going, hon." ran's face falls. he tries to convince you to stay, but knows that you're too responsible to not go home and finish up your big project for work. "don't work too hard," he teases, leaning down to kiss you. you smile against his lips, "not a chance." ran lifts his office line, calls for a car to take you home, and then you're gone.

ran drops into his desk chair, heaving a contented sigh. he's already missing you, wondering when he'll see you next and hoping it's soon. he's shuffling the papers that have been displaced across his desk back into some semblance of a neat stack when the door to his office bursts open.

at first ran thinks it's you, that you'd forgotten something. but then dance music and high pitched giggles come streaming in from the hallway. "whoops!" sanzu slumps in the doorway, reaching for the doorknob but stops when he sees ran seated at his desk inside. "raaaan," sanzu slurs, seemingly unable to process the death glare he's being given. "whuddarya doin 'ere, maaan!"

"what are you doing here?" he raises an eyebrow, rising from his seat.

"mikey's gone," sanzu's grin widens. "koko's gone, kaku's gone, fuckin' everybody's gone! so i brought my hooooess!"

ran watches with judgment filled eyes as three half naked girls stumble down the hall past sanzu, laughing and yelling and presumably also high on the same shit sanzu had taken.

"wow," is all ran can manage.

"you should come partyyy!" sanzu's face catches up to his words a few seconds later and he beams at ran, pupils dilated to fill nearly his whole iris.

"no thanks," ran scoffs disdainfully. "shut the fuckin' door."

"noooo, why are you over here??" a woman's voice whines, high and nasally from the hall. sanzu looks over his shoulder and just laughs. "i was all alone in there 'n you promised me a dick in my fucking throooat!"

the woman finally appears next to sanzu, and ran recognizes her as one of the dancers from his club. she's topless and wearing a pair of bright red panties and glittery red heels. she whines again, leaning into sanzu's chest tits-first.

ran winces, finding the whole situation to be unbelievably cringey.

"oh!" the stripper cries, peeking into the office. "i remember you from the club the other night! tight suit, tight ass, drinking whiskey, right?"

sanzu laughs like a hyena and disappears from the doorway. ran swears he's gonna beat the shit out of him one day.

"would you shut my fucking door please?" ran asks again, getting seriously irritated with sanzu's antics ruining what had been a perfect evening.

"oh, sure, sweetheart," the stripper purrs, stepping inside and pulling the door shut behind her. ran wants to tear his hair out.

"no, fuck," he stands abruptly. "can you get out of here? i'm not a part of this fucking party."

"not yet, handsome," she slinks toward him. "but you can be."

she places her tiny manicured hands on his shoulders and shoves him back down into his chair. he's so startled he can't react, even as she sits herself down on his lap, her hands running down his chest.

"big man like you must have a pretty bigโ€“"

"what the fuck?"

ran's eyes nearly pop out of his skull. you're standing in the doorway to his office, looking like you'd just witnessed a fucking murder. and he's sitting under a topless stripper who was about to ask about the size of his cock. ran feels his brain short circuit.

you march into the office, snatch the purse you'd left behind from the chair near the door and disappear as quickly as you'd came. the look on your face was one ran had never seen before but anyone would've been able to tell that it was one of pure, unadulterated betrayal.

ran shoves the woman from his lap. she stumbles backward, nearly falling to the floor, "hey!" but ran can't hear her, he's already halfway down the hall after you.

you almost break into a sprint trying to get the fuck out of the building. it's getting harder to see from the angry, heartbroken tears that are already burning in your eyes. you hear footsteps echo in the corridor alongside your own and suddenly ran's hand is around yours, pulling you to a stop.

"hold on, you need to listen to me," he blurts, voice sounding strained.

"let. go."

"i'm fuckin' serious, that wasn't what it looked like!"

"i don't want to hear you say a fucking word right now, i don't want to be around you, i don't want to look at youโ€“" you tug your hand out of his but he lurches forward and grabs your forearm.

โ€œSTOP IT! FUCK! can you just fucking listen to me??"

his grip is too tight. the look on his face is one of frustration, of desperation. the look of getting fucking caught, you think. you canโ€™t look at him anymore.

โ€œno, i need to go right fucking now. i can't look at you," you jerk your arm away from him sharply and continue down the hall. your head is swimming, you need to get the hell out of the building before you pass out or throw a punch or start fucking sobbing.

ran lets out an exasperated yell, stomping back to his office and slams the door. he lashes out, swinging his arm across his desk. your unfinished glasses of whiskey hit the bookcase and shatter. ran can't fucking think, he's seeing red. he can't decide what would make him feel better: to take his baton to sanzu's face, push the fucking stripper down a flight of stairs, drive his car off a bridgeโ€“

"what the fuck are you doing?"

his head snaps toward the voice, practically snarling at the intrusion. he blinks at the man in the doorway.

"heard you screaming from down the hall. seriously, what the fuck's going on?" rindou looks deeply concerned.

ran deflates, collapsing in one of the dark leather chairs nearby. his large hands drag down his face, "ev'rything got so fucked up, rin, fuckin' hell."

rindou leans against the doorway watching as his older brother unravels, crossing his arms across his chest. "i saw your girl leaving. she looked pissed, what'd you do?"

"i didn't do shit," ran snaps. "not a god damn fucking thing. but she saw one of sanzu's whores in here and thinks i'mโ€“" he heaves out a sigh to stop himself from screaming againโ€“ "fuckin' other girls or some shit! an' i'm fuckin' not!" a long leg shoots out and sends a side table flying across the room. rindou watches it go. he's never seen his brother like this before. not over lost fights, not over gang shit, and definitely not over a fucking girl.

"have you fought with her before?" rindou asks curiously. ran's head is in his hands but he wordlessly shakes it no. "well, then you're due for one. shit happens, go n' apologize, be a fuckin' grown up." ran remains in his pitiful position. "you actually like her, right?"

"i fuckin' love her," ran's voice is merely a whimper.

"you piece of shit," rindou scoffs. ran's head shoots up to give him a glare. "that's all the more reason to go fix this."

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fixing this was much easier said than done. for nearly a week you dodged his calls. 54 to be exact, with 54 accompanying voicemails that you haven't listened to. after hearing his voice shaking in the first one, you decided you couldn't bear it. you had also left 77 texts of explanations, apologies, desperate pleas to talk with him, all unanswered as well.

it felt like you'd been crying since the moment you'd gotten home from the bonten offices. the ache in your chest refused to go away. you replayed the scene in your head over and over, wanting so badly to trust ran but seeing very few ways that the situation could have been misinterpreted.

how could you have been so stupid? you ask yourself, curled up in your bed. he's never been in a relationship that meant anything, why would you be any different? he was just at a fucking strip club!

your phone vibrates near you, lost somewhere in your blankets. you've considered blocking ran's number, but know that with him working in the line of work that he does, he'd find a way around that. you stare up at the ceiling as your phone buzzes away, the sound bringing you to tears again. sitting up, you work to excavate it and are surprised by the messages at the top of the screen.

i'm losing my fucking mind here baby

i need to talk to you

i'm coming over i still have a key

as if on cue, you hear your front door unlock. you scurry to your bedroom door and sit with your back against it, heart pounding in your ears. there's a knock, the wood vibrating against you. "baby, can we please talk?" ran's voice is pleading. "i'm fuckin' begging, here." "i don't know what to say to you," you whimper, trying to hold in a sniffle. he hears it and it feels like a slap in the face. "baby, please let me come in there and hold you." "no," you grumble, swiping away at a few tears that have managed to escape.

listening to your movements, ran realizes where you are. crouching carefully, he maneuvers his long limbs to the floor. separated only by the few inches of your door, ran heaves a sigh. it's the closest he's been to you in a week. "will you listen if i talk?" he asks softly. you don't reply.

"well," he inhales shakily. "i, uh. fuck. i know you don't believe me, but i really didn't do what it looks like. and i know if i saw you in that fuckin' position i wouldn't believe it either. but i need you to trust me. please. being away from you is likeโ€“fuck!" he bangs his head against the door accidentally. "everything feels like that! this is the shittiest week of my fuckin' life! and i've gotten fucking stabbed before! this is worse!"

you're allowing your tears to fall freely now. the aching is getting worse, the desire to believe him and the feelings of betrayal are carving out a hole in your chest as they battle it out. you hug your knees, sniffling. "i just don't know how i can believe you," you manage in a quiet voice. "you said you wouldn't even believe it either."

ran wrestles his phone from his pants pocket. he had prepared a sort of hail mary specifically for right now. he was praying it was enough. "here." his phone slides under your bedroom door. it's open to his voice memos. you eye the play buttons, wondering what could possibly be on the recordings. figuring it couldn't hurt worse than anything you'd already felt this week, you reach for his phone and play the first memo.

"state your name," ran's voice is gruff, his business tone. another voice responds, "sanzu haruchiyo." "go ahead," ran orders. "okay," you hear sanzu clear his throat. "well, i was uh, partying, at the office. and i went into ran's office by mistake. and one of my whorโ€“ sorry, um, one of my friends came up and saw ran. she thought he was hot, i guess, and she went in to try and get at him. i left them alone, which was fucked up of me, i guess." you click the next memo, dragging the playhead forward a bit. when the audio picks up it's a woman's voice, "โ€“him, but he definitely said he wanted me to leave. said to shut the fuckin' door. the ecstasy was making me horny and i just thought i'd try my luck, but he kept tellin' me to leave." "and did ran haitani ever reciprocate any of your advances?" "no, baby doll, you didn't."

despite the tears pouring from your eyes, you allow yourself to laugh. "you're so fucking stupid," you choke out, pausing the audio. "this is so ridiculous."

"it's not! if it gets you to fuckin' believe me, it's not!" ran feels so fucking close and his eyes start to prickle. "there's more. i got rindou, i got the doorman, i got security, i got the fuckin' janitor who heard some shit from the stairwellโ€“"

ran catches himself before he can tumble backwards as the door pulls away from his back. he looks up and sees you standing there in the doorway in your pajamas, eyes watery and red.

ran haitani hadn't cried since infancy. not on the playground, not when he and rindou were left on their own, not after getting beaten nearly to death or any of the startling number of fucked up things he'd endured in his life. but when you climbed into his lap and wrapped your arms around his middle, when he felt relief for the first time in many days at having the only girl he'd ever loved and almost lost back in his arms, he couldn't hold it in. he buried his face in your shoulder, breathing in your smell, curling his fingers into your hair, hugging you tighter against his chest.

"say you fuckin' forgive me," he begs, choking on a sob. "need to know that you know i'd never do some shit like that. never hurt you so fuckin' bad." you pull away to look at his face, mystified by the sight in front of you. you wipe at his wet cheeks with your hands. "i forgive you," you're still crying, not sure if you'll be able to stop. "you did a whole fucking deposition to prove your innocence. of course i fuckin' forgive you." his lips press to yours, laughing into the kiss in disbelief. "i love you," he says against your mouth, so softly you almost wonder if you'd made it up. but then he kisses both your cheeks and says it again in your ear, "i fuckin' love you." kissing all over your face, he repeats the words like a mantra, like they're fucking demanding to be said.

3 years ago

I feel like calling Ran "my man"

I know right? Listen-

You know heโ€™s cocky as hell, so he gets pride in being your man, and you take advantage of that, you keep him in the clouds with the way you talk about him.

Imagine yโ€™all in a restaurant, and your ordering for him without stuttering because you know his order from memory.

โ€œAnd for my man, mhmโ€ฆ he would like a number 2, no mayo and no onions, with big fries and a Cola, please and thank you very much,โ€ You smile to the waiter while Ran is delighted hugging you from behind.

โ€œSo, your man uh?โ€ He says in a mocking tone when yโ€™all are sitting.

โ€œYes, mine, my boyfriend, my guy, my manโ€ You say in bored tone as if thatโ€™s the most obvious thing ever.

Now you see, he has to put a ring on your finger just for that confidence.

I Feel Like Calling Ran "my Man"
3 years ago
Christmas With The Sano Siblings

Christmas with the Sano siblings

Christmas With The Sano Siblings

(As Shinichiroโ€™s girlfriend)

Author's note ๐Ÿ“: It's missing Shinichiro hours๐Ÿ˜ฟ for me at least.

Warnings โš ๏ธ: Sano siblings! Mikey and Izana not getting along so curse words and violence, If I have missed some please let me know~

Christmas With The Sano Siblings

โฅย  Shinichiro had invited you spend Christmas with his family after hearing about the fact that you couldnโ€™t go home to your own family.

โฅย  You had stayed over the night before the Christmas day because Shinichiro had whined to you about how much you werenโ€™t going to pay attention to him the next day. Tired of his sulking you gave your dork of a boyfriend a peaceful night with you.

โฅย  Grandpa Sano already treated you like you were apart of the family so no one batted an eye when you had walked out of his room for breakfast. Mornings were the most quiet and comfortable in the Sano household as all 3 rowdy brothers were still half-awake throughout the morning. Meaning no teasing Mikey, no bratty Izana and no whiney Shinichiro.

โฅย  Emma was incredibly grateful to have you around the house. And most of the time, she was the reason your time with your boyfriend got cut short. Not that Shinichiro could complain, he was glad his little sister had a female figure to keep her company.

โฅย  Sheโ€™d drag you around the house, chasing away any male presence that was hovering outside her door as she continuously asked you what a blossoming teenager would usually ask. Questions ranged from how to do your brows to what do people in a relationship do together.

โฅย  Emma truly felt like a little sister to you. She was such a delight that you didnโ€™t mind spending time with her more than Shinichiro.

โฅย  Mikey and Izana were gone most of the time, but that didnโ€™t mean you werenโ€™t as close with them. Being gang leaders and all, it was expected to have them come home bloodied and bruised. The first time that happened you were so surprised but nobody gave it a second thought.

โฅย  Their attempts of patching themselves up were so pitiful that you had step up and help them or else theyโ€™ll just end up with a few gauze pads and toilet paper hanging around them as a bandage.

โฅย  And now you wordlessly take care of them whenever you were around. They saw you as a doting sister, closest to how a mother would feel like so best believe they acted like behaved dogs around you.

โฅย  Theyโ€™d never let anyone harm you but would never bring you up or introduce you to anyone of their respective gangs. Though there were a few instances where you met them in the streets or just outside, in some scenarios they were lucky, but for the most part youโ€™d always give them a glare if they were causing trouble, or a light tap if you were near.

โฅย  Shinichiro, who was busying himself by wrapping the gifts you were both giving to the kids, was stuck inside the house with Grandpa Sano as you and the others went grocery shopping.

โฅย  He wanted to come, but before he could grab his coat, his siblings had already dragged you out of the house in fear of both of you being all โ€œgushy mushyโ€ (Their words not mine-) with each other while shopping. Emma thought it was cute but the boys found it irritating.

โฅย  The stress you have to deal with the boys coming along though. Both Izana and Mikey would be fighting the whole time and would sometimes verbally throw punches against each other which would cause all of you to be kicked out of the store.

โฅย  Emma would be complaining about how loud they were but would also talk to you about how she planned on getting Draken to spend his Christmas with you guys as wellโ€ฆ.it involved a rope.

โฅย  While you were deadpanning at Emmaโ€™s words, you hadnโ€™t noticed the two boys at the back beginning to roughhouse once more. But after hearing some objects getting shattered or broken, you had to resort to the last trick in your sleeve to get them to stop. Which was threatening them with your baked goodies.

โฅย  Please. The way they immediately act like nothing ever happened was always so funny.

โฅย  Now back at the house, you and Emma would immediately start cooking while the boys would be decorating the whole house. You could tell it was going to be a mess if you left any of them in charge so you had politely asked Grandpa Sano to make sure they work.

โฅย  By nighttime, everything was set up and done. Mikey and Izana were finally getting along...by napping on the couch, Emma would be dressing up along with you. And Shinichiro would be making sure nothing gets ruined.

โฅ A quarter past 9 and the Christmas atmosphere was felt by everyone. Mikey would be sneakily trying to open the presents, Izana would be there encouraging him until they got hit in the head by their Grandpa.

โฅย  Shinichiro and Emma would be hyping you up, telling you how pretty you are in a dress that fit the party and of course Grandpa Sano would be snacking on the Cookies that were supposed to be for Santa (Courtesy of Mikey who still wants to believe in Santa)

โฅย  Now it was half-past 10 and you were doing the dishes while the kids were finally getting to open their presents. Shinichiro, who couldnโ€™t even spend 5 minutes alone with you during the day, thought of a very cliche but cheeky idea.

โฅ ย โ€œY/n! Come here for a sec!โ€ You heard him call you. You grabbed a nearby cloth and wiped your wet hands before curiously heading over to where you heard the sound. But as soon as you walked past the door...you could see a very mischievous smile that Shinichiro could only have when heโ€™s being a sweetheart(Dork)

He pointed upwards. โ€œMistletoeโ€ Shinichiro smiled at your expression, watching you roll your eyes but with a smile on your face. He walked closer to you, hands roaming to your waist as you tilted your head and smiled at him.

His hug felt warm and you could even smell the lavender fabric softener you told him to use. At first he complained about how โ€˜unmanlyโ€™ it was but saw the way you always clung to him whenever he wore it so instead, he made sure to only use those lavender scented body soaps or cologne.

He embraced you tightly, hands wrapped around you like he was never letting go. Pressing a soft chaste kiss on your forehead before one of his hands slid up to your cheek. He gently pushed your face away from his chest. Caressing his thumb on your eyes to make you open them.

But as soon as you did, he closed his. Lowering his face until he could feel the soft breaths you let out. Unable to hold back any longer, he pushed his lips onto yours. Soft and pillowy, he felt heaven just by getting to hold you like this.

Being able to feel your calm heartbeat, your warm hands wrapped around his waist, the way your hair slightly tickled but also gently bother him. Oh how he wished this moment would never end. The hands on your face and back tightened, kissing you harder. He could feel the outline of your teeth. Even as he felt himself getting needy of oxygen he didnโ€™t stop. Holding you tighter when he tried to pull away.

You tapped his chest, then and only then did he stop.

โ€œWhen did you learn how to kiss like that?โ€

โ€œDid you think I would kiss somebody else?โ€

โ€œNo. Iโ€™m asking what youtube video you watched-โ€

Christmas With The Sano Siblings
1 year ago
johannaperez27-blog - jo

I wonder what song they are listening to.

3 years ago

GG!

GG!

pairing: frat boy!haitani ran x fem!reader (she/her pronouns)

synopsis: ran wants to break you, but you aim to beat him at his own game.

rating: nsfw! MDNI. iโ€™m watching <3

cw: heavy cursing, ran and rin are kinda misogynistic >:(, smoking (weed), shotgunning, dubcon only bc of the smoking, reader is wearing a skirt, pet names (just baby but he also says good girl once), dom!ran, sub!reader, oral (f!receiving), fingering, spitting, size kink if you really squint, some degradation, implied squirting, overstim, ran is a Cocky Whore but so are you bae! lmk if i'm forgetting any

a/n: wow cara's using she/her pronouns for once? yeah i'm just as shocked as you are ๐Ÿ˜ณ also this is just under 2.5k words so this is by far the longest fic iโ€™ve posted on here >:)

GG!

haitani ran is never one to lose his cool, but god help him, he thinks he might lose it anytime he thinks about you.

heโ€™s known around campus for getting anything or anyone he wants, but youโ€™ve changed that. without even meaning to, you pick away at his ego each and every chance you get. never before has someone turned him down as much as you have, and the fact that you bat your lashes and smile up at him when you do, to top it all off? youโ€™re so irritating.

ran has decided that he hates youโ€” he hates you and your pretty voice, your even prettier face, and dear god, your fucking bodyโ€” he hates that he canโ€™t get enough of you.

but what he hates the most is the fact that you make him work for even an ounce of your attention, and he can tell that you know what youโ€™re doing. he knows just by the way you hold his gaze with that all too confident and mischievous look in your eyes.

and on top of that, even when you havenโ€™t given in even a little bit no matter how much heโ€™s pushed you, he still wants to bend you to his fucking willโ€“ and if that doesnโ€™t work, heโ€™ll just break you instead.

that usually isnโ€™t an issue for him, as heโ€™s never had a hard time getting the woman he has his eyes set on. you keep proving to be a different story, however.

ran thinks his best course of action is to start simple; heโ€™ll get your number under the guise of missing last weekโ€™s notes. itโ€™s easy enough, and thatโ€™s worked every single time so far. but when you look at him with a kind, calming smile and utter, โ€œno,โ€ heโ€™s completely fucking floored.

you donโ€™t even offer a reason or excuse. just a flat no before walking past him to head back to your seat. you know who he is and you know exactly what he aims to do, which is precisely why you want to keep him at arm's length, yet still keep his attention solely on you.

you live for the thrill of it allโ€” of beating an arrogant man at his own game. ran isnโ€™t even slightly aware of that, but he is well aware of the fact that something is up. he has no idea what, though, and he canโ€™t stand it.ย 

youโ€™re even more irritating than you were before, now. heโ€™s irritated that he canโ€™t figure you out or get you to budge, and he complains about you to his brother non-fucking-stop, which drives rindo up the damn walls.

โ€œsheโ€™s just so fuckinโ€™ annoying. never met a bitch with a stick shoved that far up her assโ€“โ€

โ€œso maybe, hereโ€™s a crazy thought, just leave her alone, then?โ€

rindoโ€™s words make a lot of sense, but ran still canโ€™t help but to look at him like heโ€™s stupid. why would he want to leave you alone? sure, he tells rin all the time that he can drop you and get any bitch he wants if it comes down to it (his exact words, actually), but to just let you go? now, after how hard heโ€™s been trying? thatโ€™s ridiculous!

โ€œnah, โ€˜m not a bitch. i gotta see it through now,โ€ ran says with a sly grin.

rindo, however, can see right through his brother, โ€œyeah, whatever. never thought iโ€™d see the day youโ€™d be chasinโ€™ some broad.โ€

ran simply shrugs his brotherโ€™s words off. heโ€™s definitely not chasing you! at least, thatโ€™s what he keeps saying to himself, though it seems like rindoโ€™s words might hold some truth when ran sees you again a few days later. youโ€™ve show up to one of his parties, coincidentally, and heโ€™s more than fucking happy to see you.

itโ€™s almost like heโ€™s giddy.

he blames it on the weed in his system, though, before pushing through the crowd so that he can head over to you. youโ€™re alone for some reason, clad in a pretty skirt, joint between your soft lips, and phone in hand. itโ€™s the perfect opportunity, he thinks.

โ€œhey,โ€ you speak first once heโ€™s close enough, straining to talk over the loud music, and ran barely conceals his surprise. โ€œiโ€™ve been wanting to talk to you.โ€

โ€œoh, yeah?โ€

bingo. he swears heโ€™s got you right where he wants youโ€“ youโ€™ve finally come around, he thinksโ€“ and he doesnโ€™t stop for even a second to consider the fact that this is strange. usually heโ€™d be a lot more perceptive but his mind is a bit too hazy for that at the moment.

if ran were sober, heโ€™d have noticed that this was out of character for you. it would have been obvious that you had something planned. but instead, he simply falls right into your little trap. after all, the only thing heโ€™s thinking about is fucking you absolutely stupidโ€” how could he be expected to notice something was up?

โ€œyeah,โ€ you nod with a pretty smile. โ€œwe can smoke, if you want.โ€

are you crazy? of course he fucking wants to. ran has been waiting for a moment like this the entire semesterโ€” there was no chance in hell heโ€™d turn you down. he doesnโ€™t bother answering (you can tell what his answer is based on his grin alone, anyway), and opts to just lead you to a small sitting area instead.

you donโ€™t hesitate to follow him and the conversation, much to your surprise, flows freely. in fact, youโ€™re talking so easily that youโ€™ve barely even hit the joint. it keeps burning out and youโ€™ve had to relight it about three different times by the time ran finally gets tired and just takes it from you, lighting it himself and taking a hit so large that it nearly startles you.

and you donโ€™t say anything to stop him, either, as youโ€™re practically frozen when he scooches closer to you. before you can even begin to reel yourself back in, ran cups your jaw and turns your face towards his. when did he get that fucking close?

your mind is racing so fast that you canโ€™t discern even a single coherent thoughtโ€” the only thing you can actually make out is his lips brushing against yours, followed by the smoke he blows into your mouth. you donโ€™t even remember parting your lips but the smoke is so thinned out by now that you have no problem inhaling it, anyway, and ran grins.

โ€œgood girl.โ€

if you were out of it before, your brain is completely fucking mush now. you finally get it, you think. you understand why people are so quick to fall for him. heโ€™s fucking mesmerizing, and you know heโ€™s just so damn cocky about it, too. so self assured and confident in his ability to get exactly what he wants, when he wants it.

he absolutely views this as a game, but unbeknownst to him, youโ€™re the one holding all the cards.

as soon as youโ€™ve blown the smoke back out, you close the distance between his lips and yours. the crowd around you doesnโ€™t matterโ€“ everyone is too high or drunk to care anywayโ€“ you just want to feel him, and god, his lips are so fucking soft and his taste is more intoxicating than the weed. he blindly puts the joint out, youโ€™re not even sure how, but youโ€™re glad he didnโ€™t pull away.ย 

thereโ€™s a certain desperation behind the kiss that youโ€™re hoping ran canโ€™t feel, though in reality, heโ€™s even more fucking eager than you are. heโ€™s absolutely certain that he hasnโ€™t been this excited at the idea of fucking someone since he was a teenager, and heโ€™s already so fucking hard that it hurts.

and youโ€“ youโ€™re fucking killing him, deliberately taking your time and teasing him with your fleeting kisses. he groans against you when you take his bottom lip between your teeth and gently tug, pulling him closer.

โ€œyouโ€™ve been holdinโ€™ out on me,โ€ ran tells you as he pulls away, grinning at the string of spit that continues to connect the two of you. โ€œyโ€™know how bad you been pissinโ€™ me off?โ€

โ€œshow me.โ€

fuck, fuck, fuck, ran is losing his goddamn mind and he can only pray that you donโ€™t realize the effect you have on him. as soon as the words register, he grabs your wrist and tugs you off the couch with him and through the crowd. his hand rests at the small of your back and his touch is searing, but you love fucking it.

when you get to his room, ran lets his eagerness get the best of him and he practically shoves you inside. you expected this so you easily take it in stride, simply settling yourself on the edge of his bed, and your unbothered demeanor makes him want to ruin you more than he already does.

โ€œlay down,โ€ he says, to which you oblige.

ranโ€™s large hands immediately find your plush thighs and without a second thought, he flips your skirt up to reveal your panties that are already embarrassingly wet. if he notices, he doesnโ€™t say anything, simply taking in the view of you splayed out all pretty beneath him.

you squirm impatiently, โ€œranโ€“โ€

his eyes flicker to yours only for a second, yet that alone was enough for you to get the message. you close your mouth and when he hooks his fingers under the band of your panties, you lift your hips to aid him in getting them off.

part of you canโ€™t believe thisโ€“ that youโ€™re letting haitani ran see you like this, but you donโ€™t care. he hasnโ€™t even touched you yet and somehow you already feel dizzy and lightheaded in the best way, though that might just be the weed.ย 

you arenโ€™t certain, and honestly, thatโ€™s perfectly fine. youโ€™d ruin the moment by thinking too much, so you relax and let ran do whatever he wants for the time being. he grabs the back of your thighs and pushes them towards your chest, audibly groaning at the sight of your glistening cunt.

โ€œfuck, youโ€™ve been holdinโ€™ out on me,โ€ ran repeats. he drops to his knees and hooks his arms around your thighs, tugging you closer and placing your legs over his shoulders. โ€œlook at this pretty fuckinโ€™ pussyโ€“ all for me, huh?โ€

โ€œโ€˜course,โ€ you breathe, already delirious. โ€œpleaseโ€“โ€

you donโ€™t even get to finish your sentence, as he spits directly onto your cunt and rubs it in with the hand that isnโ€™t gripping your thigh. you gasp and jolt at the feeling, though itโ€™s quickly replaced by his tongue instead as he licks a stripe up through your folds.

and god, ran is absolutely fucking obscene, sucking loudly and moaning against you as if he were the one being catered to. you scramble to grasp onto something, one hand settling at the back of his head and you canโ€™t help but to wish that his hair wasnโ€™t tied back in his usual braids right now so you could hold something.

โ€œo-oh fuck,โ€ you whimper as you fight the urge to rut your hips against his tongue.

itโ€™s already too much and not enough at the same time, and youโ€™re completely fucking shocked by how good ran is making you feel. itโ€™s as if he already knows your body perfectlyโ€“ like heโ€™s taken the time to map out your body time and time again in his head. little do you know, he has.

โ€œran, i-iโ€™mโ€“ fuck, cummingโ€“โ€

โ€œalready?โ€ he taunts, already sinking two fingers into you. it takes him no time at all to find the sweet spot inside you. you mewl, and he canโ€™t get enough. โ€œyouโ€™re so easy.โ€

you would have laughed at him for saying something so ridiculous under any other circumstances, but right now, youโ€™re too preoccupied with your orgasm. it hits you so suddenly and youโ€™re certain that youโ€™ve never cum this hard before.ย 

you can barely even fucking think right now but you still take the time to thank every god you can think of for the music being as loud as it is because youโ€™re on the verge of screaming, tears heavy on your bottom lashes. you should have done this forever ago.

โ€œohh, thatโ€™s it,โ€ ran coos against you, lapping up everything you have to offer. โ€œso fuckinโ€™ sloppy, baby. gonna gimme another one.โ€

he isnโ€™t askingโ€“ heโ€™s telling you. you donโ€™t have much of a choice, anyway, as another orgasm is building up faster than you can even begin to keep up with. your legs are limp over his shoulders, but youโ€™re frantically pushing against him as you try your damnedest not to cry from the overstimulation.

โ€œran, ran, โ€˜s too much!โ€

he thinks youโ€™re so cute, legs twitching uncontrollably around his head and back arching off the bed. frankly, he doesnโ€™t care if itโ€™s too much, and he curls his fingers inside you only a few more times before you cum again, gushing all over his fingers, face, and tongue.

now that you take a second to think about it, you know you definitely havenโ€™t cum this hard before. you didnโ€™t expect this from ran, but you refuse to complain.

as soon as youโ€™ve started to come down, you wipe the stray tears that spilled onto your cheeks and recollect yourself. part of you is disappointed that thisโ€™ll never happen again, but youโ€™ve already reconciled with that fact already. itโ€™ll be worth it, just to see his face at the end of it all.

scratch thatโ€“ iโ€™ll be worth it to have the bragging rights. you beat the haitani ran at his own game. youโ€™ve got every right to brag about it.

ran pulls away and stands up, starting to take off his belt, but he stops at the sight of you shakily sitting up with a dopey smile on your face. he chuckles airily as your eyes meet because he just assumes youโ€™re going to help him outโ€“ instead, you stand up and dust your skirt off, even with your legs feeling like jello at this point.

his brows furrow but you give him no room to question you as you say, โ€œthanks, ran. iโ€™ll see you tuesday?โ€

you donโ€™t wait for his response or even bother searching for your panties before you leave the room. he can keep them as some kind of reward, you guessโ€“ you donโ€™t really care, nor do you want to know. you just want to get out.

as the door clicks shut behind you, ran stands in his room, silent and dumbfounded, with his belt halfway off and his face still covered in your slick. he canโ€™t even fucking comprehend what just happened, but he feels a new kind of irritation deep in his bones.

did that seriously just happen? he realizes now that he should have just fucking listened to rindo because once again, youโ€™ve damaged his ego, and heโ€™s pissed. youโ€™re not just irritating, youโ€™re infuriating, but even when ranโ€™s seething, he canโ€™t get the images of you underneath him or the pretty sounds you make out of his mind.

ran is certain of it nowโ€“ he fucking hates you.

GG!

a/n: posting this as the reqs in my inbox stare at me disappointedly ๐Ÿ˜Ÿ also gonna make a part 2 for this. ran gets his revenge mwahaha

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SHARING IS Sโ˜…X CARING๏ผŸโ€™ s. geto ๏น  s. gojo

 SHARING IS Sโ˜…X CARING๏ผŸโ€™ S. Geto ๏น  S. Gojo
 SHARING IS Sโ˜…X CARING๏ผŸโ€™ S. Geto ๏น  S. Gojo

โ˜† sum. your boyfriend and his best friend are inseparable. theyโ€™ve shared everything; clothes, foods, money, games... you.

warning. non-sorcerer! au, smoke joint, shared-girlfriend, lube, anal, sฤ“x toy, cลซm-play, choking, petnames, cลซnnilingus, squirting, creampied, unprotected sฤ“x, fingฤ“rings, dลuble-penetration, oral ( m & f receiving ).

 SHARING IS Sโ˜…X CARING๏ผŸโ€™ S. Geto ๏น  S. Gojo

the first time you met suguru geto, he was with satoru gojo, and from that moment, it was clear that they were two halves of something dark and unbreakable. they werenโ€™t just best friends; they were a single, inseparable force, bound together by something deeper and messier than loyalty. it was like an obsession, a need that bordered on suffocating. you could see it in the way they moved, like shadows mirroring each other, two predators perfectly synced, with eyes that dared anyone to come between them.

you thought that, maybe, as you got closer to geto, youโ€™d become a part of that bond. youโ€™d be something he could keep just for himself. but noโ€”if geto was there, gojo would be, too, lurking like a phantom, a constant, mocking reminder that youโ€™d never have all of geto. every private moment was contaminated by gojoโ€™s presence, his eyes watching you both like he was daring you to try to shut him out. even when you craved a moment alone with geto, there was always a text, a knock at the door, or the sound of gojoโ€™s voice somewhere close, a shadow neither of you could shake.

when you and geto finally started dating, you thought, foolishly, that it might change things. that somehow gojo would let him go, just a little. but instead, it was like he tightened his grip, pressing himself deeper into the space between you. every date, every whisper, every tender moment was never just yours and getoโ€™sโ€”it was shared, distorted by gojoโ€™s smirking presence. even the way they looked at each other felt invasive, as though they had a silent language you couldnโ€™t decode, one that excluded you completely.

it was toxic, twisted. they shared everything. their obsession ran so deep they blurred the boundaries between them, as if each were only half a person without the other. clothes? gojo would wear getoโ€™s hoodies, his scent still lingering, just to make sure you knew he was part of every piece of getoโ€™s life. food? if you made lunch for geto, gojo would sit down and eat it too, grinning as though daring you to say anything. money, gamesโ€”it was like they fed off each other, this endless loop of dependence, this twisted codependency that they wore proudly.

and the worst part? they shared you, too. oh, they never said it out loud, but you could feel it in the way gojo looked at you, in the way heโ€™d touch your shoulder a little too casually, leaning in with that mocking smile that dared you to protest. when youโ€™d be alone with geto, just the two of you, youโ€™d feel gojoโ€™s shadow creeping in, like he was watching from somewhere, his presence twisting the intimacy into something poisoned. even in the way geto held you, there was a feeling that he was holding something back, something reserved only for gojo.

and sometimes, it felt like they were playing with you, like you were a toy they could toss back and forth. gojo would flirt, sometimes in front of geto, pushing boundaries just enough to make you question if it was all a game between them. they thrived off your discomfort, your jealousy. youโ€™d catch the way theyโ€™d glance at each other when you reacted, a knowing, shared smile that reminded you of how close they were, how little you really meant in comparison.

it was sickening, this twisted love triangle where you were always the outsider. you knew youโ€™d never be enough, not when they were so tangled up in each other, not when they held this dark, toxic bond over you like a noose. they didnโ€™t need you; you were just another thing to share, another piece of amusement in their endless, consuming obsession with each other. and no matter how much you wanted to escape, you found yourself sinking deeper, drawn to the toxicity, addicted to the way they could pull you in and push you out, like they owned every part of you without ever letting you truly belong.

over time, you stopped fighting itโ€”the reality that satoru gojo would always be woven into your relationship with suguru geto. resisting it felt pointless, like struggling against a tide that only grew stronger the more you tried to pull away. so instead, you started to let go, letting yourself sink into this twisted, shared intimacy theyโ€™d built around you, a dark bond that the three of you played into with a silent, unspoken understanding.

it started out innocently enough. one evening, the three of you were sprawled out on the couch in getoโ€™s apartment, and on a whim, you let yourself settle onto gojoโ€™s lap instead of your boyfriendโ€™s. you felt gojoโ€™s hand fall naturally to your waist, his touch a little too possessive, his fingers pressing against your skin with an assurance that told you heโ€™d been waiting for this. there was a quiet thrill in it, a reckless satisfaction in the way gojoโ€™s lips curved into a smirk when he felt you relax against him.

you stole a glance at geto, expecting somethingโ€”jealousy, annoyance, maybe even anger. but instead, he simply looked back at you with an amused gleam in his eyes, a joint held lazily between his fingers as he took a slow drag, watching the two of you with a dark, knowing smile. he looked...pleased, as if this was all part of some game he and gojo had orchestrated, and you were playing into their hands exactly as theyโ€™d intended.

and you found yourself sinking deeper, almost against your own will. youโ€™d started slipping on gojoโ€™s clothes when you stayed over, oversized shirts that hung low on your shoulders, sleeves falling past your wrists, the fabric smelling faintly of his cologne, a scent that clung to your skin long after you took it off. and every time you caught getoโ€™s gaze on you, that same amused smirk on his lips, you felt something tighten in your chest, a mix of surrender and thrill as his silent approval sank deeper into your bones.

the lines blurred more and more. when youโ€™d reach for getoโ€™s hand, gojoโ€™s fingers would trace along your arm, his touch just a little too intimate, a little too possessive, his hands wandering over your skin in a way that left no room for boundaries. and geto never stopped him. he would watch, almost transfixed, his eyes dark and smoldering, a smirk curling up at the edges of his lips as he watched gojoโ€™s hand slide down your arm, settling on your thigh, as if you were a part of something they both owned.

you felt trapped, yet strangely exhilarated, like you were standing on the edge of something dangerous and addictive, a line between control and surrender that blurred every time you were with them. this wasnโ€™t loveโ€”not the way most people understood it. it was twisted, possessive, a toxic bond that fed off your willingness to fall deeper into their world, letting go of any illusion that this could be anything but theirs to shape, control, and consume.

you lay stretched across geto's bed, sheets tangled around your bare body, the coolness against your heated skin a stark contrast to the warmth that still lingered between you. the room felt heavy, thick with the scent of sweat and intimacy, and though the AC droned quietly, the air still seemed charged, electric.

your eyes trailed over geto as he moved across the room, his every step exuding that slow, effortless confidence that had always pulled you in. his skin glistened under the dim light, long black hair tumbling down his shoulders, framing his toned, sculpted body as he reached for the drawer, seemingly unfazed by his own nakedness. there was something about himโ€”calm, composed, yet unnervingly intense, his gaze almost predatory, as if he knew he had you exactly where he wanted.

you hadnโ€™t meant to ask, but the question fell from your lips anyway, barely above a whisper, hesitant yet laced with a strange anticipation. โ€œbaby, when will satoru come?โ€

he paused, glancing back at you with a small, dark smile that sent a jolt through you, an unspoken threat wrapped in that unreadable look. his eyes roamed over your exposed body, his gaze possessive, almost as if he was savoring your vulnerability, the way you lay waiting, asking for another man, even as you lay tangled in his sheets.

โ€œheโ€™ll be here soon, doll,โ€ he replied, voice smooth but carrying an edge that made your pulse quicken. there was something chilling in his tone, as if he enjoyed the way you looked to gojoโ€™s arrival, enjoyed that your desire for them was something they held, something they could control and twist as they pleased. you felt the weight of itโ€”the way you had slipped into their world, no longer your own person, but a part of their twisted game, something they could pass between themselves, a secret thrill they both indulged in.

his words left a dark impression, a reminder that your place here was more than just between themโ€”it was within the cage they had set up, one where youโ€™d come to accept that neither of them would ever really let you go.

you hum softly, acknowledging his answer without another word, and let the silence settle around you both, an almost tangible tension filling the room. there was an ease in that quiet, twisted as it wasโ€”an acceptance of the strange rhythm you'd all fallen into.

you watched as geto moved towards the bed, his steps unhurried but deliberate. he tossed a pack of condoms onto the nightstand with a casual, careless thud, then reached into the drawer, pulling out a joint as if this were just another evening between the three of you. he lit it without a second glance, inhaling deeply, that calm intensity radiating off him.

just then, the door creaked open, and gojoโ€™s voice filled the room, a mocking lilt in his words that was all too familiar. โ€œit smells like sex in here,โ€ he teased, his tone dripping with amusement. his eyes scanned the scene, taking in getoโ€™s bare form standing by the bed, and he let out a low whistle, a playful grin spreading across his face.

geto rolled his eyes, exhaling a cloud of smoke, but there was a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth, a flicker of something darkly amused as he watched his best friend stride in without hesitation.

gojoโ€™s sharp blue eyes found yours, and in that instant, the atmosphere shifted, charged with a new intensity. he looked at you with that familiar, arrogant gleam, his gaze trailing over you, unashamed and piercing, like he was assessing exactly what he was about to walk into. there was a possessiveness in his gaze, a twisted understanding between the three of you that none of you needed to say out loudโ€”this was just the way things were, a silent pact wrapped in tension, indulgence, and the thrill of pushing boundaries that none of you cared to pull back from.

you looked over at him, watching the way he stepped inside without hesitation, his eyes glinting with that same twisted amusement as he took in the scene, as if he were right at home in this dark, tangled intimacy. he closed the door behind him, his gaze drifting between you and geto, a satisfied smirk on his face that promised more than just another night togetherโ€”it was a reminder of the possessive, toxic hold the two of them shared over you, a shared addiction you were all too willing to sink into. โ€œfinished your class?โ€ you ask as he waltz closer to bed, throwing his bag mindlessly to the floor.

gojoโ€™s smile grew wider at your question, his eyes never leaving yours as he stripped off his jacket and tossed it aside, his body moving with a careless, fluid grace that was as intimidating as it was captivating.

โ€œyou know how it is, doll,โ€ he said, his voice a low, husky taunt. โ€œjust few more exams and iโ€™m free for weeks,โ€ he paused, his gaze flickering down, his eyes tracing the lines of your body just the way getoโ€™s did, a hunger you found hard to resist.

โ€œbut now,โ€ he continued, his smirk growing darker, โ€œiโ€™m all yours,โ€ he finished for himself, his words a wicked promise as he finally climbed onto the bed, the mattress shifting under his weight. his gaze was fixed on yours, as if he were savoring the fact that for now, you were entirely at his mercy, a twisted game he and geto had both learned to play all too well.

you hummed softly, a quiet acknowledgment as you shifted, adjusting yourself to rest your head on getoโ€™s bare, toned thighs. he had settled comfortably on the bed, back pressed against the headboard, completely unbothered by his lack of clothes, the cool confidence in his gaze unwavering as he looked down at you with a possessive sort of satisfaction. it was as if he reveled in the fact that both you and gojo seemed right where he wanted.

reaching up, you plucked the joint from his fingers, taking a slow drag as the haze filled your lungs, adding to the already charged atmosphere of the room. your other hand drifted upward, fingers tracing the edge of gojoโ€™s collar, a teasing smirk tugging at the corner of your lips as your eyes locked with his. there was a flicker of amusement in his gaze, a dark spark that told you he knew exactly what game the three of you were playing.

gojoโ€™s eyes flickered with a familiar, playful amusement at your gesture, his gaze locked with yours as he leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow kiss. the joint passed from your fingers to his, a silent dance between your bodies. he took a leisurely drag, exhaling a cloud of smoke that hung in the air before fading away, his hand sliding down to your throat, a gentle yet firm touch that had a dark thrill pooling inside you.

โ€œyou already started without me, huh?โ€ he murmured, his voice a teasing reproach as his lips trailed from your mouth down to your neck, every touch a promise of more to come. โ€œor is dollie here too impatient to wait?โ€ he added, a slight hint of arrogant confidence in his tone, as if he knew exactly how intoxicating this game between the three of you was, and how helpless you were to resist. each word sent chills down your spine, his touch a potent mix of pleasure and danger, a dark thril only a man like gojo could provide.

you smirked, a playful glint in your eyes as you took the joint from gojoโ€™s fingers, holding his gaze with a teasing challenge. inhaling deeply, you let the smoke settle before exhaling slowly, every move deliberate, as if to show him you were just as unbothered as he pretended to be.

โ€œmaybe i wanted to spend some time alone with my boyfriend,โ€ you murmured, your tone laced with mischief as your fingers traced an idle pattern on getoโ€™s thigh. โ€œbefore a certain intruder decided to barge in and ruin our peace.โ€ the words dripped with sarcasm, but there was no denying the thrill that sparked in your veins, knowing exactly how gojo would react to your challenge.

gojo raised a brow, his trademark smirk deepening as he leaned closer, undeterred by your taunt. his fingers trailed over your covered-with-hickeys-collarbone, brushing against your skin with a touch that was both mocking and possessive, as if to remind you that this game was one you willingly walked into.

beside you, geto chuckled, a dark, approving sound as he took the joint back from you, his hand steady as he brought it to his lips. his eyes glinted with amusement, enjoying the twisted banter between you and gojo, like he relished watching the two of you push and pull in this dangerous, addictive dance. the lines between you all had long since blurred, and in that moment, it was clear that none of you had any intention of stopping.

gojoโ€™s hand slid down, teasingly tracing the edge of the thin sheet around your chest, a playful smile playing on his lips as he met your gaze. โ€œspoil your peace, huh?โ€ he taunted, his voice low and teasing. โ€œdoll, you make it sound like iโ€™ve done nothing but ruin your life.โ€

a mock pout formed on his lips, his fingers still toying with the sheet, the touch sending a shiver down your spine. โ€œor,โ€ he paused, his thumb suddenly brushing against your cleavage, hovering just upper your bare breast, โ€œmaybe you enjoy the chaos a little more than youโ€™re letting on.โ€

his free hand toyed with your chin, tilting your face up to his with an affectionate touch, his eyes locked with yours with an almost predatory lookโ€”a glimmer of darker desire, as if he was savoring the way your breath hitched beneath his fingers.

โ€œafter all,โ€ he murmured, his voice a low husky note, โ€œyour body certainly seems to respond quite well to my... intrusions.โ€ he paused, and a sharp edge crept into his tone, his fingers lightly squeezing your throat. โ€œmaybe i should remind you that youโ€™re the one who keeps coming back for more.โ€

a sly grin tugged at the corners of your lips, your eyes never leaving gojoโ€™s as he teased you. you knew this game all too wellโ€”the way his eyes sparkled with mischief, the subtle taunts in his words, the way he constantly pushed boundaries just because he could. it was as intoxicating as it was infuriating, an addictive mix of pleasure and pain that only he seemed to be able to provide.

his touch was a subtle dance between light and heavy, his fingers teasing at the sheet covering your body as he spoke, the fabric brushing against your sensitive skin with every flicker of his wrist.

โ€œiโ€™m coming back for my lovely boyfriend, over here,โ€ you said, eyes momentarily flickering to your boyfriend before going back to gojo. โ€œfor your information,โ€ you added.

a dark gleam flashed in gojoโ€™s eyes, a smirk playing on his lips in response to your challenge. โ€œwell, doll,โ€ he murmured, his fingers tightening possessively around your throat, โ€œi wouldnโ€™t want to disappoint your boyfriend by depriving you of him.โ€ his lips brushed against yours, a slow, taunting kiss that carried a promise of darker desires and a twisted addiction that went far beyond mere lust.

his touch never relented, his fingers tracing the curves of your body, teasingly brushing against your sensitive spots, as he pressed himself against you, a silent reminder of his control in this moment, of the power he held with a single stroke or word. he broke the kiss with a playful nip at your bottom lip, his lips lingering close to yours in a taunting reminder of what had been.

geto snorted, rolling his eyes at gojoโ€™s words, an amused smirk tugging at his lips as he watched his best friendโ€™s possessive display. bringing the joint to his lips, he took a slow, deliberate drag, his gaze never leaving the two of you, clearly entertained by the spectacle unfolding before him.

โ€œyou wish, satoru,โ€ he murmured, a trace of mockery lacing his tone. his eyes glinted with a lazy confidence as he looked at gojo, as though he found the whole display a touch amusing, like he was the only one in on some private joke. he exhaled a cloud of smoke, letting it drift between you all, a faint smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.

โ€œdonโ€™t flatter yourself too much, you are here, touching her because i let you,โ€ he added, his voice low and almost taunting. with an unhurried ease, he leaned back, fingers tapping against his knee as he watched gojoโ€™s grip on you. there was a quiet satisfaction in his gaze, like he was reveling in this twisted push and pull between the three of you, his best friendโ€™s possessive game only fueling his amusement.

gojo shot geto a challenging glance, his grip on your throat tightening in response. โ€œoh please,โ€ he scoffed, a dangerous smirk pulling at the corner of his lips, โ€œas if you have a choice, suguru. we both know sheโ€™s as much mine as yours,โ€ his voice dropped, a dark edge in his tone as he leaned closer to you, as if sharing a secret.

โ€œand besides, we both know you love...watching me make her fall apart.โ€ he murmured, his lips barely grazing your cheek, a teasing brush that sent shivers down your spine.

your breath hitched, a soft, almost involuntary whimper slipping from your lips as gojoโ€™s grip tightened around your throat, just enough to send a heady rush through your veins. you felt his words settle like a dark promise, the teasing graze of his lips against your cheek sparking a thrill and a twisted ache. but even as the sensation built, you noticed getoโ€™s gaze on you, his eyes flicking from your flushed face to gojo, a silent warning embedded in his expression.

โ€œnot too tight, satoru,โ€ getoโ€™s voice cut in, low and edged with a possessive restraint, his words firm. the relaxed smirk was gone now, replaced with a flash of something darker, a reminder that his tolerance had its limits. he didnโ€™t mind sharing you, letting gojo push and tease, but only within a boundary he alone dictated. there was a quiet jealousy simmering under his calm exteriorโ€”a need to protect what was originally his, even if he indulged in this dangerous game.

the tension in the room thickened as gojo met getoโ€™s warning with a mischievous glint in his eyes, though he relented, loosening his grip just enough. his fingers softened against your throat, his smirk deepening as he brushed his thumb along your skin in a lingering, possessive touch, savoring the shiver he knew it caused. you could feel the silent power struggle between themโ€”both claiming parts of you in their own ways, both determined not to let go.

โ€œaww, whatโ€™s wrong, suguru?โ€ gojo murmured, his tone teasing as he pulled back, his eyes fixed on getoโ€™s, almost daring him to react. he could feel your breathing quicken beneath his touch, the quiet hitch in your throat sending a thrill through his veins.

he shifted, his other hand trailing down, tracing the curve of your jaw with almost casual possessiveness. โ€œwe both know she likes it when iโ€™m a little... rough.โ€ his voice was a deep, seductive purr, a challenge and a promise all at once.

and through it all, you remained caught in the middle of their twisted game, a pawn in their power struggle and a willing participant in their twisted desires. you could feel the heat from their touches, the possessive gazes that seemed to strip you bare and claim you at the same time.

โ€œjust a little bit tighter,โ€ you heard yourself saying, the words leaving your lips before your brain could register their full meaning. they were both surprised, their eyes flashing with lust and dominance at your bold request. โ€œi know i can take it,โ€ you added, your voice husky and filled with a deep...

a dark gleam sparkled in gojo's eyes, a pleased grin spreading across his face at your bold words. โ€œwell, well, well,โ€ he murmured, his tone amused and dangerous all at once, โ€œif our little doll wants to play a bit rougher, who am i to deny her?โ€ he paused, his grip tightening a bit more around your throat as he leaned in, his lips ghosting over yours.

โ€œas long as suguru doesnโ€™t mind sharing the fun, of course.โ€ he teased, his gaze flickering to geto, challenging him to intervene.

a low, daring whisper left your lips, your words laced with a challenge of your own. โ€œhe wonโ€™t,โ€ you murmured, your voice barely audible, yet filled with conviction. you tightened your hold on gojo, your legs slipping around his waist, pulling him even closer until there was barely any space left between you. a sly smile teased your lips as you watched that dangerous gleam in his eyes flare even brighter at your response.

with a deliberate slowness, you leaned in, your mouth brushing his, igniting a kiss that was as much a taunt as it was an invitation. the thrill of pushing the limits coursed through you, fueling the tension sparking between the three of you. you knew geto was watching, his silent, unyielding gaze never wavering. and yet, despite his possessiveness, he allowed it, that quiet permission hovering in the air, heightening every brush and press of gojoโ€™s lips on yours.

your fingers tangled in gojoโ€™s hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss, each movement charged with a dark thrill. you knew this was exactly the kind of game they thrived on, the thrill of shared control, each boundary tested and savored.

a low, amused chuckle escaped gojoโ€™s lips as you teased him, the feel of your legs around him sending a jolt of desire through him. โ€œseems like somebodyโ€™s feeling awfully confident,โ€ he murmured, his voice a soft taunt as he broke the kiss, leaving you yearning for more. he pulled back slightly, just enough to meet your eyes, his gaze wicked and intense, yet with a soft edge that softened his arrogance.

he leaned back, his hands falling from your body, letting go for a moment, but only for a moment, as he reached for something on the night stand.

getoโ€™s eyes remained fixed on the scene unfolding before him, his expression unreadable behind the haze of smoke curling from his lips. the joint dangled forgotten between his fingers as he watched, transfixed, his breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. his free hand slid down his abdomen, tracing the lines of muscle before dipping lower, toward the growing arousal on his cock that already start to harden.

the room was heavy with tension, the air thick with the scent of sex and weed.

but the absence of gojoโ€™s touch was short-lived, as his hand soon returned, a familiar bottle of lube held between his fingers. he smirked, his gaze locked with yours, as he flipped the lid open with a soft click, the sound echoing softly in the quiet room. โ€œletโ€™s see how confident you really are, doll,โ€ he whispered, his voice dropping to a husky murmur as he moved closer to you, his lips finding your ear.

you frowned, a hint of annoyance in your gaze as you looked up at gojo, catching his smirk as he held the bottle. โ€œi told you i donโ€™t like using lube,โ€ you murmured, a defiant edge in your voice. there was a flicker of disappointment in his eyes, but he simply shrugged, as if undeterred by your words.

you felt getoโ€™s warm hand rest gently on your head, his fingers threading softly through your hair in a silent reassurance. glancing up, you caught his calm gaze, that subtle smirk on his lips as he watched you, his quiet approval a steady contrast to gojoโ€™s boldness. for a moment, you felt an odd balance between themโ€”the steady, grounded touch of geto and the daring, relentless energy of gojo, already in the process of stripping down. your gaze shifted back to gojo, who seemed unfazed about your disapproval.

โ€œtough luck, doll,โ€ gojo said with a casual grin, his tone light and teasing, as if he wasnโ€™t bothered by your disapproval at all. his eyes sparkled with lust and a touch of playfulness, his fingers moving to his belt to unfasten it, teasingly slow, almost as if making a show of it.

meanwhile, getoโ€™s steady touch continued to provide you a silent assurance, his fingers soothing your hair with a gentle caress. he seemed relaxed yet amused at this unexpected turn of events, a slight smirk playing on his lips as he watched you and gojo.

gojoโ€™s pants and underwear quickly followed, slipping off his fit frame and leaving him bare before you. he stepped forward, a cocky twist of his hips emphasizing his confidence as he came between your spread legs, his lips brushing against yours in a teasing manner.

you frowned, unable to hide your irritation as you shot gojo a pointed look. โ€œyouโ€™re so cocky itโ€™s annoying,โ€ you quipped, but the heat rising in your cheeks betrayed you. despite your words, you found yourself instinctively wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. the moment your lips met, it was electricโ€”his teasing grin melting into something deeper, more primal, as he responded eagerly to your kiss.

gojoโ€™s hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer against him, deepening the kiss with an intensity that set your pulse racing. despite your earlier protest, you felt a thrill coursing through you, the way he melted against you, how his body feltโ€”so confident, so alive. it was intoxicating, that dance between annoyance and desire, and you couldn't help but lose yourself in it as the world around you faded away.

gojoโ€™s hand moved in a swift, fluid motion, yanking the thin sheet away from your body, leaving your bare skin exposed to both his gaze and getoโ€™s steady presence beside you. his blue eyes roamed over you, a mixture of admiration and possession flickering in their depths, as if he were taking in every inch of you, committing it to memory.

beside him, getoโ€™s dark gaze was equally intense, filled with a quieter yet unmistakable pride as he watched you. there was something almost predatory in the way the two of them looked at you, as if they were both savoring the sight, each in their own distinct way. gojoโ€™s hand reached out, brushing along your shoulder, then down, slow and deliberate, his fingertips grazing your skin with an expert familiarity that made your heart race.

โ€œthere she is,โ€ gojo murmured, his voice a blend of tease and awe, his hand lingering on you as his gaze flicked briefly to geto, a silent acknowledgment between them. it was a moment that hung in the air, charged and heavy, a silent understanding of the unusual bond the three of you shared.

gojoโ€™s breath hitched as he watched you pull him closer, his cock hardening against your thigh as he ground himself against you, the friction sending waves of pleasure through him. his hand trailed down your side, fingertips dancing along your curves, teasing and exploring every inch of your body. โ€œfuck... youโ€™re so goddamn hot,โ€ he growled, his voice rough with desire.

geto sat back, watching the scene unfold with rapt attention, his own arousal evident in the air. his hand moved slowly, stroking himself painfully slow as he took in the erotic display before him. โ€œthatโ€™s it, baby,โ€ he murmured, his voice low and encouraging. โ€œshow him what heโ€™s been missing.โ€

gojo grinned wickedly, his hand slipping between your thighs, his fingers teasing your entrance, finding you wet and ready.

getoโ€™s eyes narrowed as he watched the scene unfold before him, a hint of jealousy flickering across his features as gojoโ€™s hands explored your body with such intimate familiarity. yet, beneath that flash of emotion, there was a sense of pride, a satisfaction in seeing you, his girlfriend respond so openly to gojoโ€™s touches, his best friend.

his grip tightened ever so slightly on your hair, a silent reminder of his presence, his claim over you. his other hand trailed down his torso, fingers brushing lightly over his nipples before dipping lower, wrapping around his semi-hard shaft. he stroked himself slowly, deliberately, matching the languid pace of gojoโ€™s movements above you.

getoโ€™s breathing grew heavier as he watched, the haze of marijuana smoke curling around him adding to the surreal atmosphere before he let go of your hair, afraid he might get the ashes to your beautiful skin.

your breath caught as gojoโ€™s fingers brushed against your entrance, the sensation sending shivers down your spine. you could feel the heat emanating from his body, his hardness pressing insistently against you, and it only fueled the fire within.

โ€œplease...โ€ you whimpered, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart. the plea was instinctive, a desperate need for more, for him to fill you, to claim you completely.

gojoโ€™s smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with triumph and lust. โ€œso impatient,โ€ he purred. gojoโ€™s smirk widened, eyes gleaming with a dangerous mix of triumph and lust. โ€œso impatient,โ€ he purred, his tone a mocking whisper that sent a chill down your spine. with a slow, almost taunting motion, he flipped open the cap of the lube bottle, his gaze never leaving yours as he squeezed a small amount onto his fingers.

the cool sensation of it touched your skin, a stark contrast against the heat between the three of you. his fingers worked the slick liquid over your pussy, every movement purposeful, as if he were savoring the way your body responded to his touch. his smirk deepened, reveling in the power he held in this moment.

โ€œi thought you didnโ€™t like using lube,โ€ gojo teased, a wicked glint in his eye as he rubbed the slippery substance over your sensitive flesh. his fingers circled your clit, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp and arch into his touch.

geto groaned appreciatively at the sight, his hand working slowly over his own straining erection before letting go. โ€œshe loves it, man,โ€ he rumbled. โ€œshe just likes to pretend she doesnโ€™t.โ€

gojo chuckled lowly, inserting one finger into your tight heat, marveling at how easily it slid inside thanks to the generous coating of lubricant. he pumped it in and out slowly, steadily building the tension coiling within you. โ€œyouโ€™re dripping for me, angel,โ€ he breathed. โ€œdonโ€™t lie to yourself.โ€

geto observed quietly, puffing leisurely on his joint as he watched gojo work you open with his fingers. he admired the view of your cunt presented enticingly in front of him. getoโ€™s eyes raked over your form greedily, devouring the sight of your voluptuous figure writhing under gojoโ€™s ministrations. a part of him wanted to reach out and touch, to add his fingers alongside gojoโ€™s in stretching you wide, but he stop himself, letting his best friend having his way with his girlfriend.

you gasped sharply as gojoโ€™s finger pushed deeper inside you, your walls fluttering around the intrusion. the stretch burned deliciously, stoking the flames of your desire higher. โ€œah! f-fuck...โ€ you whimpered, your hips bucking involuntarily, seeking more of that sweet friction.

getoโ€™s heated gaze followed the line of your body, drinking in every twitch and shudder. he leaned in close, his warm breath ghosting over the shell of your ear as he spoke. โ€œlook at you, taking him so well,โ€ he praised huskily, โ€œsuch a good girl for us.โ€

the filthy words sent a fresh gush of arousal trickling down your thighs. you could feel how soaked you were getting, your juices mingling obscenely with the lube gojo kept pumping into you before he suddenly stopped and pulled away just a beat to open the drawer by the bed. gojo retrieved the vibrator, its sleek shape glinting in the dim light.

โ€œshhh...โ€ gojo whispered, his finger still buried deep inside you the heartbeat he felt your body tense., feeling your walls quiver around him. โ€œjust relax, baby.โ€ he withdrew his digit with agonizing slowness, eliciting a needy whine from you. the toy buzzed to life, its vibrations sending tingles up your spine. gojo pressed it firmly against your swollen clit, holding it there while you thrashed beneath him, lost in a sea of pleasure.

โ€œthatโ€™s it,โ€ he purred, watching your face contort in ecstasy. โ€œlet it take you.โ€

getoโ€™s eyes drank in the debauched picture you made, your chest heaving and your thighs trembling as the toy worked its magic. he licked his lips hungrily, transfixed by the way your body responded to their ministrations.

gojoโ€™s grin turned positively feral as he switched on the vibrator to next level, the buzzing filling the air, more intense. โ€œletโ€™s see how long you can last,โ€ he challenged darkly, running the toy teasingly over your sensitive folds without directly touching where you needed it most.

geto inhaled deeply, savoring the rich taste of cannabis mixed with your sweet scent. โ€œyouโ€™re playing with fire, bro, youโ€™re about to ruin my girlfriend,โ€ he drawled amusedly, noting the strained tension in your muscles as you tried not to beg shamelessly. he could tell gojo was thoroughly enjoying torturing you with need, pushing your boundaries. he canโ€™t help but smirk while he takes another drag, filling his lung with smoke.

his eyes were glued to the erotic show, gojo now sliding two thick digits knuckle-deep inside your soaked cunt while the toy worked relentless circles around your swollen clit. โ€œgod damn, baby.โ€

the dual sensations of gojo's fingers plunging into your depths and the vibrator's relentless stimulation drove you to the brink of madness. your mind went blank, consumed entirely by the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your veins. all coherent thought fled, replaced by a primal urge to chase the peak of ecstasy looming just out of reach.

โ€œplease... oh fuck, please!โ€ you begged, your voice cracking with desperation. the words spilled from your lips unbidden, a wanton plea for release. tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as the pressure built, threatening to shatter you utterly.

getoโ€™s low chuckle vibrated through you after he takes another drag, a dark promise of things to come. โ€œsheโ€™s close,โ€ he observed, his gaze locked on the way your body tensed and quivered. โ€œi wonder how long we can keep her teetering on the edge.โ€

โ€œoh, i don't know,โ€ gojo replied with a wicked grin, his fingers curling inside you as he felt your inner walls clenching around them. โ€œmaybe until she screams,โ€ he added, his voice dropping an octave lower, filled with dark intent.the vibrations of the toy intensified, becoming almost too much to bear. gojo watched, mesmerized, as you arched your back and threw your head back, your mouth falling open in a silent scream. your nails dug into the sheets, the fabric tearing slightly under the force of your grip.

โ€œfuck, look at her,โ€ geto growled, his free hand reaching out to cup your bouncing breast, giving it a rough squeeze. โ€œsheโ€™s a goddamn mess.โ€ with a swift twist of his wrist, gojo removed the vibrator, denying you the relief you craved.

you let out a choked sob as the vibrator was abruptly taken away, leaving you empty and aching. your body trembled violently, overwhelmed by the sudden absence of stimulation. tears streamed freely down your face, blurring your vision. โ€œno, please... satoru,โ€ you whimpered brokenly, your hips lifting off the bed in a futile attempt to seek friction. โ€œi needโ€ฆ i needโ€ฆโ€

gojo tutted softly, shaking his head in mock disappointment. โ€œah ah ah, not yet, angel. you donโ€™t get to cum until i say so.โ€ his fingers continued their torturous dance inside you, stretching you wider than ever before. the wet squelch of your arousal filled the room, obscene and lewd. geto hummed approvingly, pinching your nipple hard between his thumb and forefinger.

gojo grinned wolfishly, relishing the power he held over you. your pleas only spurred him on, driving him to push you further. he scissored his fingers apart, spreading you impossibly wide as he pumped them in and out of your dripping core.

โ€œbeg harder, sweetheart,โ€ he purred sadistically, leaning down to nip at your earlobe. โ€œconvince him of how badly you need it.โ€ geto chuckled darkly, trailing his fingertips down your sweat-slicked stomach before dipping between your legs to collect some of your essence. he brought his coated fingers to his lips, sucking them clean with a groan of appreciation.

โ€œdelicious,โ€ he murmured, his eyes never leaving yours. โ€œalmost as sweet as the sounds of you pleading for our cocks.โ€

desperate, you writhed beneath them, your body a living flame of need. each thrust of gojo's fingers sent jolts of electric pleasure racing up your spine, making you keen with longing. โ€œplease, satoru!โ€ you cried, your voice raw with emotion. โ€œneed to cum, want itโ€” ohh, god!โ€ your words tumbled out in a frantic rush, each one a desperate plea for release. tears streaked your flushed cheeks as you stared up at gojo, your eyes wild and pleading.

getoโ€™s dirty talk only fueled the fire within you, your pussy clenching greedily around gojo's invading digits. the sight of him sucking your juices from his fingers, the hungry gleam in his eye, made you shudder with anticipation.

ignoring your plea, gojo turns his attention to your boyfriend. he takes his fingers out of your cunt to hold both of your knees, spread them apart. his hips sway slowly, making a way for hardened cock to make contact with your dripping fold, coating his flesh with your essence.

โ€œlet me fuck her raw,โ€ gojo said to geto, confidently, his blue eyes form like a twin blue flames. geto might shared you with him, but he also have limits, a bound gojo couldnโ€™t cross, one of them is; fucking you raw and cum inside you. you are his girlfriend after all, and even so, he can get jealous and possessive no matter how nonchalant and unbothered he is about the shared dynamic.

gojo grinned at getoโ€™s concern, seemingly oblivious to the unease it caused. he knew the limits he had set, and he had no intention of crossing them, at least with someone as precious as his best friendโ€™s girlfriend. โ€œiโ€™ll be gentle,โ€ gojo promisedโ€” lie, his voice soothing as he rubbed your inner thigh reassuringly. his cock twitched against your slick folds, a bead of pre-cum forming at the tip.

getoโ€™s eyes narrowed at gojoโ€™s bold request, a flicker of jealousy passing through his expression despite his usual nonchalance. he took a long drag from his joint, holding the smoke in his lungs as he considered the proposition.

after exhaling slowly, he fixed gojo with a stern look, his voice low and measured. โ€œnow, satoru, you know the rules. no bareback, not with her.โ€ his hand slid possessively over your cheek down to your neck and shoulder, a subtle reminder of your relationship.

gojo smirked at getoโ€™s words, unfazed by the warning tone. he leaned in closer, his breath hot against geto's ear as he whispered conspiratorially, โ€œcome on, suguru. whereโ€™s your sense of adventure? live a little.โ€

geto rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of amusement in his expression. โ€œyouโ€™re insatiable, you know that?โ€ he accused playfully, even as his own desire stirred at the thought of watching gojo take you bare.

gojo just grinned, undeterred. he trailed his fingers along your knees. โ€œi know what i want,โ€ he murmured, his voice low and seductive. โ€œand right now, i want to feel her tight little cunt wrapped around my cock, no barriers between us.โ€ he punctuated his words with a slow, deliberate grind of his erection against your entrance, coating himself in your wetness. the sensation was exquisite, and he could tell by the sharp intake of breath from geto that he wasn't the only one affected.

overwhelmed by the intense sensations, you moaned loudly, your body arching off the bed as gojoโ€™s thick cockhead pressed insistently against your sensitive entrance. the feeling of his hot skin, slick with your arousal, sent shivers down your spine.

โ€œsatoru..โ€ you whimpered, your hips bucking involuntarily to meet his. โ€œstop talking and fuck me already,โ€ your words were barely coherent, spoken through gritted teeth as you struggled to breathe through the pleasure-pain of being stretched so wide.

getoโ€™s touch on your skin only heightened your awareness, making every nerve ending sing with need. you felt his eyes on you, burning with a mix of lust and possessiveness, and it only fueled your desire to submit to gojoโ€™s advances.

gojo chuckled darkly at your demand, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you. he leaned down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that left you breathless. his tongue delved deep, claiming your mouth as thoroughly as he intended to claim your body.

when he finally pulled back, his eyes were blazing with hunger. โ€œas you wish, angel,โ€ he purred, his voice a sinful promise. with agonizing slowness, he began to sink into your welcoming heat, inch by delicious inchโ€” earning a glare from geto for fucking his girlfriend raw.

your gasp turned into a throaty moan as he filled you completely, his girth stretching you beyond anything youโ€™d ever experienced. getoโ€™s hands roamed over your trembling form, tweaking your nipples and caressing your curves as if memorizing every dip and swell.

โ€œlook at you,โ€ geto growled appreciatively, his gaze locked on the erotic sight of you impaled on gojo's thick cock. โ€œso fucking perfect, taking him like that.โ€ his fingers found your clit, rubbing firm circles over the swollen nub.

gojo groaned, his hips stilling for a moment as he savored the feel of your tight heat enveloping him. then, with a primal grunt, he began to moveโ€” long, deep strokes that dragged across your sensitive walls and made you see stars.

each thrust drove him deeper, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. geto matched his rhythm, his fingers pumping your clit in time with gojoโ€™s relentless pace. the dual stimulation pushed you closer to the edge, your orgasm building with terrifying speed.

โ€œfuck, sheโ€™s so tight, canโ€™t believe you let me fuck this cunt with condom onโ€”ohh..โ€ gojoโ€™s words were cut off by a guttural moan as he pistoned into you, his balls slapping against your ass with each powerful thrust. the sheer intensity of his movements stole your breath, leaving you a mindless, quivering mess beneath him.

geto smirked at gojoโ€™s words, his ego stroked by the obvious envy in the other manโ€™s voice. โ€œwhat can i say? i like to keep the best for myself,โ€ he replied smugly, continuing his ministrations on your clit.

gojo snorted derisively, but there was no real malice behind it. he focused his efforts on driving into you harder, faster, determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from your willing body.

the change in angle hit a spot deep inside you, and suddenly you were teetering on the brink, your entire world narrowing down to the exquisite friction of gojoโ€™s cock pounding into you and getoโ€™s fingers circling your clit.

โ€œoh god, oh god, oh fuuuuck!โ€

your cries of ecstasy echoed through the room as gojo fucked you with ruthless abandon, his blue eyes blazing with unbridled lust. sweat dripped down his chiseled torso, plastering his silver hair to his forehead as he ravaged your willing body.

geto watched, transfixed, his own arousal straining against the air. the obscene sight of gojo pounding into you, combined with the intoxicating scent of sex, had him teetering on the brink of his own climax.

โ€œyeah, take it all, angel,โ€ gojo hissed, his tempo increasing. โ€œlove feeling you squeeze my cock so good.โ€ he reached between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit after swatting getoโ€™s hand away. pinching and rolling the sensitive bud in time with his thrusts, he coaxed your impending orgasm to the surface.

but before neither him nor you get a chance to drown in the climax, gojo abruptly stops and withdraws himself from your sucking cunt, earning a breathless whimper from youโ€” a wordless way of yours to complain about the losing feeling.

gojoโ€™s hands gripping your waist to position you on your side, leaving your knees before throwing one of your legs over his shoulder while he trapped the other between his thighs. gojo grab a vibrator that he abandoned to the bed earlier before kissing the material to your swollen folds. โ€œhold it, baby,โ€ he said. you obey without a second thought, gazing up to meet your boyfriendโ€™s eyesโ€” realizing youโ€™re on eye level with his hardened cock. geto smirk the moment he gazes down to you, a halo of smoke dancing around the air.

geto smirked down at you, his eyes glinting with mischief as he took in the lewd picture you made. โ€œlooks like someoneโ€™s eager for a taste,โ€ he teased, his hand coming to rest possessively on the back of your head after he crushed the joint to the ashtray.

gojo just grinned wickedly, positioning the buzzing toy against your entrance. โ€œbe a good girl and suck him off while i make you cum,โ€ he instructed, his voice rough with desire.

with that, with a flick of his wrist, he turned on the vibrator, the buzzing motor sending electric shocks straight to your core. gojo pressed it firmly against your clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your core. your back arched, a high pitched whine escaping your lips as the device probed your sensitive flesh, stimulating you. your hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more of that delicious friction, even as you leaned forward to take getoโ€™s throbbing length into your mouth. geto groaned, his fingers tangling in your hair as he guided you to take him deeper.

moaning wantonly around getoโ€™s thick shaft, you surrendered yourself fully to the overwhelming sensations assaulting your senses. the vibrations from the toy against your aching clit had your toes curling, your thighs trembling with the force of your impending release.

gojo watched hungrily as you sucked his friend off, his free hand stroking his own impressive erection. the sight of you, so wanton and debauched, only served to stoke his own arousal higher. โ€œthatโ€™s it, angel,โ€ he praised, his voice strained. โ€œtake him deep, just like that. fuck, you look so hot with his cock down your throat.โ€

his filthy words spurred you on, and you hollowed your cheeks, taking geto as far as you could manage. gojoโ€™s hands finding your thigh, hold it firmly to his chest before his one hand guiding his cock to your pucker hole. his glisten tips kissing your anal sex for a moment before gently pushing into the tighten hole making you squeal in pain and pleasure.

getoโ€™s grip on your hair tightened as he thrust deeper, his hips rocking in time with the vibrations of the toy against your clit. โ€œmmm, just like that, baby,โ€œ he groaned, his thighs flexing against your face. โ€œgonna fill your throat with my cum soon.โ€

at the same moment, gojo slowly pushed past your initial resistance, the broad head of his cock spreading your anal ring wide. a sharp gasp escaped you as he sank in, inch by delicious inch, until he was buried to the hilt in your tight heat.

โ€œfuck, youโ€™re so tight back here,โ€ he breathed, his hands roaming your sides and back, pulling you flush against him. โ€œloving how you stretch around me.โ€

geto felt your throat constrict around him as you struggled to accommodate both cocks, and it only heightened his pleasure. once fully seated, both men started to moveโ€” gojo setting a deep, grinding pace while geto fucked your face with shallow thrusts. they quickly fell into a rhythm, sandwiching you between their hard bodies.

overwhelmed by sensation, you surrendered completely to the dual penetration, your body responding instinctively to the relentless stimulation. the toy continued its merciless assault on your clit, pushing you ever closer to the edge.

gojoโ€™s hands gripped your thigh bruisingly as he slammed into yo, his thick cock stretching you deliciously. โ€œfuck, fuck, fuckkk,โ€ he grunted, his rhythm faltering slightly. โ€œgonna fill this tight little ass up.โ€ you are laying on your side uncomfortably with your head slightly in the air on getoโ€™s thighs while gojo still hold your leg against his chest, resting about the blade of his shoulder.

getoโ€™s grip on your hair tightened, holding you in place โ€œgood, good, fucking good girl. always warm and wet for me,โ€ he panted, his hips snapping forward roughly. your muffled moans grew louder, more desperate, as the coil within you wound tighter and tighter. gojoโ€™s grip on your thigh firm and desperate, almost bruise.

โ€œmmm,โ€ you groan, voice muffled by getoโ€™s cock. the vibration sends geto spiraling, throwing his head back to the headboard just a heartbeat before gritting through his teeth along with him tighten his fist on your hair.

โ€œcome on, angel,โ€ gojo growled, his hips pistoning frantically now. โ€œi know you're close. come for us. let go.โ€

geto grabbed the toy from your hand, pressing it right up against your swollen nub. โ€œyou heard him, sweetheart. cum for us like a good girl,โ€ he hums, tugging your head down to take him whole and his tip kissing your throat.

he flicked the toy up to max power, the intense vibrations ripping a scream from your throat. gojo redoubled his efforts, slamming into you so hard the headboard shook. that devilish, wicked smile found its way to gojoโ€™s face once again. โ€œgood, good, baby, feels good yeah?โ€ he chuckle when your body trembling beneath him.

unable to form coherent thoughts, you simply existed in a haze of pure, unadulterated pleasure. every nerve ending was alight, singing with ecstasy as gojo and geto worked you over relentlessly.

the toyโ€™s brutal vibrations shattered what remained of your control, sending you hurtling towards oblivion. your inner walls clenched around gojoโ€™s pistoning cock, rippling and milking him as your orgasm crashed over you in waves.

โ€œcum.. gonna cum,โ€ you wailed, your vision blurring at the edges as you came undone. your pussy spasmed, gushing around gojoโ€™s cock as he drove into you. hearing your desperate wailing, geto pressed the toy harder which tears a fluid from your cunt, wetting the bed. โ€œiโ€”oh god, fuckkkk.โ€

gojoโ€™s eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction as he felt your pussy clench around him. you quaked and thrashed beneath them, gojo held himself still, buried to the hilt in your clenching heat. geto didnโ€™t relent either, keeping the vibrator humming away at your oversensitive clit, making sure to prolong your exquisite torment. they wanted to draw out your pleasure, making sure to prolong your exquisite torment. savoring the exquisite feeling of your body writhing helplessly around them.

gojoโ€™s rhythm falters for a brief moment, allowing you to catch your breath, then he resumes his relentless pounding, each thrust hitting a spot inside you that makes stars explode behind your eyelids. โ€œfuck yes, just like that,โ€ he groaned, his movements becoming erratic as he chased his own release.

geto watched intently as you squirred, a low, appreciative whistle escaping him. โ€œdamn, look at her drench the sheets,โ€ he murmured, turning the toy up another notch. the additional stimulation sent you careening towards another peak, your body trembling and twitching uncontrollably.

gojoโ€™s eyes rolled back, a guttural moan tearing from his throat as he felt your cunt clench around him, milking his cock for all it was worth. โ€œfuck, fuck, angel! good girl, such a good fu-fucking girl,โ€ he roared, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own peak.

getoโ€™s grip on your hair tightened painfully, his hips jerking against your face as he fought to hold back his own release. โ€œnot yet, not without her...โ€ he hissed through clenched teeth, his cock pulsing in your mouth.

the toy never ceased its merciless assault, keeping you teetering on the brink of another orgasm even as you were still riding out the aftershocks of the last one. gojo and geto seemed determined to wring every drop of pleasure from you, to leave you a quivering, spent mess in their wake.

your body trembled violently, your mind hazy with lust and exhaustion. the relentless stimulation had reduced you to a babbling, incoherent mess, your pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears.

โ€œpleaseโ€ฆโ€ you whimpered, unsure if you were begging for release or for them to stop. your body was no longer your own, every nerve ending raw and exposed, sensitive to the slightest touch.

gojoโ€™s thrusts became more erratic, his grip on your hips bruising as he chased his own pleasure. โ€œalmost there, angel... gonna fill this sweet ass up.โ€ his words were punctuated by harsh grunts and groans, his rhythm faltering as he neared his peak.

getoโ€™s fingers dug into your scalp, holding you in place as he fucked your face with abandon. โ€œthatโ€™s it, baby, take it all,โ€ lost in a sea of overwhelming sensations, you could only surrender to the relentless onslaught of pleasure. your body moved independently of your mind, arching and writhing as gojo and geto took you apart piece by piece.

gojoโ€™s cock hammered into you, each thrust driving you further up the bed. the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with your high-pitched keens and getoโ€™s low, encouraging groans. you could feel gojo swelling inside you, his rhythm growing more erratic as he neared his end.

getoโ€™s fingers tightened in your hair, holding you in place as he fucked your face with short, sharp jabs. the toy buzzed furiously against your clit, pushing you inexorably towards another shattering climax.

with a guttural roar, gojo plunged deep, his cock throbbing and jerking as he spilled his hot seed directly into your clenching depths. his hips bucked wildly, grinding against yours as he rode out his intense orgasm, filling you to the brim with his thick, potent cum.

geto groaned long and low, his grip on your hair and scalp flexing with the force of his impending release. he rammed his cock into your mouth one final time, his tip hitting the back of your throat as he erupted with a strangled cry. his cum flooded your mouth, coating your tongue and the roof of your mouth as he pumped spurt after spurt of his release down your eager throat.

the vibrator finally stopped, leaving you limp and trembling in the aftermath of the intense, prolonged pleasure. your entire body shuddered violently as gojoโ€™s hot cum painted your insides, triggering yet another bone-shaking orgasm. your pussy clamped down around him, greedily milking every last drop as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over you.

getoโ€™s release hit you like a tidal wave, his salty essence flooding your mouth and threatening to choke you. you swallowed convulsively, trying to keep up with the deluge as he emptied himself down your throat.

when it was finally over, you lay onto the bed, utterly spent and boneless. your limbs felt heavy, your muscles lax and unresponsive. you lay there gasping for air, your chest heaving as you tried to regain some semblance of coherency.

gojo slipped free of your abused hole with a wet pop, his softening cock glistening with the combined evidence of your coupling. he freed your other leg under his only for him to roll you on your back and push your knees to your chest just so he can take a better look at your abused anal, clenches and unclenches with his thick cum.

geto pulled out of your mouth with a wet slurp, his softening cock slipping free from between your parted lips. he licked your lips, tasting the salt of his release mixed with your saliva. a satisfied smirk played on his features as he admired the sight of you laid out before him, cum leaking from your well-fucked holes and staining the sheets beneath you. โ€œgod, baby,โ€ he whisper breathlessly.

between gasping for air, gojo chuckle in satisfaction, admire his handiworkโ€” your stretched, cum-filled holes. he pushed his long, slender two fingers into your ass, watching it disappear into the slick, creamy mess heโ€™d created. โ€œlook at you, so full and messy,โ€ he purred, his voice dripping with dark satisfaction.

he pulled his finger free, before spreading your legs open once again to stuffed the cum into your swollen cunt. and the man hum in amusement and satisfied, the combination of your juices and his own cum. the picture made him groan, โ€œfuckkk,โ€ he whisper as he watch your cunt clenched around the cum. he lift his head to look at your flustered face, seeing getoโ€™s cum paint your lips, looked up at you with hungry eyes.

geto wiped the remnants of his release from your lips with his thumb, smearing the pearle scent fluid across your cheek in a perverse marking of possession. he leaned in close, his hot breath ghosting over your ear as he whispered, โ€œsuch a good girl, taking everything we gave you.โ€

geto chuckled to himself, his eyes dark with satisfaction as he watched you squirm beneath gojo's touch. he leaned down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing your moans and whimpers. when he finally pulled back, his gaze was heavy-lidded with desire.

โ€œmm, you look so pretty like this,โ€ he purred, trailing his fingers along your jawline, โ€œall marked up and messy with our cum.โ€

gojo hummed in agreement, his fingers still busy playing with the mixture of fluids leaking from your holes. โ€œmmm, i think our little angel deserves a reward for being such a perfect slut for us, donโ€™t you agree, suguru?โ€

he pressed two fingers into your swollen, sensitive cunt, stirring up the cum already inside you. your walls fluttered weakly around the intrusion, too tired to do much else but clench feebly.

gojo grinned wickedly, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he withdrew his fingers from your cum-filled cunt. โ€œoh, i have an idea,โ€ he purred, his voice dripping with dark promise.

he glanced over at geto, โ€œwhy donโ€™t you come over here and help me clean up our little angel?โ€ geto raised an eyebrow, a slow smile spreading across his face as he caught on to gojoโ€™s suggestion. โ€œwith pleasure,โ€ he drawled, sauntering over to join the white-haired man.

together, they knelt between your spread thighs, their faces mere inches from your abused, dripping sex. gojo reached out, spreading your folds wide, exposing your tender flesh to their hungry gazes.

โ€œlook how messy she is,โ€ gojo said, his tone teasing and approving. โ€œso much of our cum leaking out of her poor, stretched holes. itโ€™s almost a shame to clean her up...โ€

geto hummed in agreement, leaning in closer to inspect the mixture of fluids coating your inner thighs. โ€œsuch a beautiful mess,โ€ he murmured appreciatively. he turned his attention to your cum-soaked cunt, watching as it twitched and clenched around nothing. โ€œso needy,โ€ he purred, tracing a finger through the wetness pooling around your entrance.

his finger dipped lower, finding your tight asshole and circling the puckered flesh teasingly. โ€œand so full,โ€ he added with a chuckle, giving the sensitive ring a gentle squeeze.

your breath hitched as getoโ€™s finger circled your asshole, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through your oversensitive body. your mind reeled, struggling to process the intensity of what had just happenedโ€” the brutal fucking, the overwhelming orgasms, the sheer depravity of it all.

but even as your brain tried to make sense of it, your body betrayed you, responding eagerly to the touch. your asshole clenched reflexively around geto's probing finger, a soft whimper escaping your lips. gojo noticed your reaction, a knowing glint in his eye. โ€œsee, suguru?โ€ he said, his voice low and conspiratorial. โ€œour little angel loves having her ass played with.โ€

getoโ€™s gaze flicked to your face, then back to where his finger was working its magic on your most intimate hole. your entire body tensed as both men settled between your thighs, their heated gazes fixed on your most intimate places. you could feel the cool air of the room caressing your overheated skin, making you shiver despite the lingering heat coursing through your veins.

gojoโ€™s fingers parted your swollen lips, baring your aching core to their view. you whimpered softly as he exposed you further, feeling vulnerable and yet excited by their intense focus on your body.

getoโ€™s teasing touches sent jolts of sensation zinging through you making your hips twitch involuntarily. you moaned breathlessly as he circled your clit, the bundle of nerves still overly sensitive from the intense orgasms theyโ€™d wrung from you.

โ€œplease... too sensitive,โ€ you gasped out, not even sure what you were wanting anymore. more? less? something in between?

gojo tutted, shaking his head in mock disappointment. โ€œnow, now, little one. we canโ€™t leave you all messy like this,โ€ he scolded playfully, his fingers still holding your folds open. โ€œdonโ€™t you want to be nice and clean for us?โ€

geto chuckled darkly, his finger still teasing circles around your clit for a second before finding your puckering hole once again. โ€œmmm, yes, we wouldnโ€™t want my precious angel to be uncomfortable, would we?โ€ his tone was laced with false concern, belying the hunger in his eyes.

geto now seemed intent on pushing past your limits. his finger probed deeper into your ass, stretching the tight muscle incrementally. you bit back a cry, your body instinctively trying to resist the foreign intrusion. โ€œshh, relax,โ€ geto coaxed, his tone soothing despite the boldness of his actions. โ€œlet me in and be a good girl.โ€

as if to emphasize his point, he pressed harder, his finger sliding deeper into your ass until he bottomed out. a strangled moan tore from your throat at the sudden fullness, your inner walls clamping down reflexively around the invading digit.

your body trembled as geto pushed deeper into your ass, the intrusion stretching you wider than you thought possible. you cried out, the sound echoing in the quiet room, your body arching off the bed as another wave of pleasure-pain coursed through you.

your muscles spasmed around geto's finger, gripping him tightly as he continued to push deeper. the sensation was unlike anything you'd ever experienced, the burn of discomfort mingling with the sweet ache of pleasure. you felt yourself teetering on the edge of pain, the line blurring as your body adjusted to the new sensations.

you couldn't help but buck your hips, desperate for some sort of friction. your cunt throbbed, empty and neglected, the need for release gnawing at you. โ€œdonโ€™t...โ€ you weakly attempt to stop geto making your boyfriend chuckle in mockery.

gojo smirked at your feeble protest, clearly amused by your predicament. โ€œaww, does my little slut want more?โ€ he teased, pressing his fingers deeper into your abused slit. your cunt clenched greedily around the digits, still craving more despite the copious amounts of cum already filling you.

geto hummed thoughtfully as he began to move his finger in and out of your ass, slowly building up a rhythm. each thrust sent sparks of sensation shooting through you, your body quivering under the onslaught.

โ€œyouโ€™re doing so well, taking me so deep,โ€ geto praised, his voice low and gravelly with arousal. โ€œi bet youโ€™d let me put my cock in here, wouldnโ€™t you, baby? stretch this tight little hole even wider...โ€

your body shook violently as getoโ€™s words washed over you, the dark fantasy he painted igniting a fire within you. the thought of taking his thick cock in your ass, of being split open and filled to capacity, made your head spin with desire once again.

โ€œno, no, baby donโ€™t,โ€ you whimpered, aside from your whimper, you are unable to deny the truth in his statement. your resolve crumbled under the relentless assault on your senses, leaving you a quivering, malleable thing, eager to submit to whatever twisted desires they might have.

getoโ€™s finger pumped steadily into your ass, each thrust hitting that spot deep inside that made your vision blur and your toes curl. your pussy gushed around gojoโ€™s fingers, the slick fluid easing the way as he worked two digits into your cunt now, scissoring them apart to stretch you wider.

gojoโ€™s eyes gleamed with triumph as he watched your body respond so eagerly to their ministrations. he curled his fingers inside your cunt, rubbing against that special spot that made stars explode behind your eyelids.

โ€œthatโ€™s it, take it,โ€ he growled, his voice rough with lust, โ€œtake our fingers like the desperate little whore you are.โ€œ

geto, emboldened by your lack of resistance, added a second finger to your ass, stretching you even wider. the dual penetration had you seeing white, your body convulsing uncontrollably as you teetered on the brink of another earth-shattering orgasm.

โ€œso close already?โ€ geto taunted, pumping his fingers faster. โ€œcome on, angel. give us another one. show us how badly you need it.โ€

your body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for release. the dual stimulation of gojoโ€™s fingers in your cunt and getoโ€™s in your ass was almost too much to bear, pushing you higher and higher towards that elusive peak.

โ€œmmm, cum, wanna cum!โ€ you sobbed, tears streaming down your face as you bucked wildly against their hands. your hips moved of their own accord, seeking more of that delicious friction, more of the mind-numbing pleasure that only they could provide.

you could feel your orgasm building, the pressure mounting deep inside you until it finally exploded outward in a blinding rush of ecstasy. your body convulsed violently, your inner walls clamping down hard on the fingers still buried inside you as you came harder than you had earlier.

gojo and geto watched intently as your climax overtook you, their faces alight with smug satisfaction. they didnโ€™t relent, continuing to stroke your throbbing sex and plunder your stretched holes throughout the duration of your orgasm.

โ€œthatโ€™s it, milk our fingers,โ€ gojo purred, his voice dripping with sensual approval. โ€œsuch a good girl, coming so hard for us.โ€

getoโ€™s expression was darker, his eyes burning with possessive hunger as he felt your insides ripple around his fingers. โ€œfuck, look at her,โ€ he groaned, pumping his digits faster, โ€œso beautiful when sheโ€™s lost in pleasure.โ€

as the aftershocks faded, they slowly withdrew their fingers, leaving you limp and trembling in their wake. your entire body felt boneless, completely spent from the intense orgasms they had wrung from you. you lay there panting, your chest heaving as you struggled to catch your breath, your skin flushed and damp with perspiration.

you could feel their gazes raking over your naked form, drinking in the sight of you sprawled out so wantonly before them. it made you shiver, knowing how thoroughly they had debauched you, reduced you to nothing more than a puddle of sated flesh and needy nerves.

getoโ€™s eyes soften along with his smile. your eyes meet his, interlink with the trembling of your body and crushed cherry on your cheeks, making you as beautiful as ever. he leans down to kiss your forehead. โ€œgood girl, such a good girl,โ€ he whisper. โ€œare you tired?โ€ he asked after, the tone of his voice coating with gentleness and tenderness.

โ€œyou did...great, doll,โ€ gojo purred, a satisfied grin on his face as he watched you catch your breath.

you could still feel the effects of their combined attention settling in your bones, sending shivers down your spine. the way their eyes lingered on you, taking in every detail of your form, made your heart race, their gaze almost a physical touch on your skin, igniting goosebumps in its wake.

getoโ€™s reassuring words and the gentle kiss on your forehead only heightened this feeling of exposure, vulnerability, and a soft exhaustion that coated everything in a hazy, pleasurable buzz.

a soft, breathy laugh escaped your lips, your eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze as he spoke, his voice gentle and understanding. โ€œa wreck,โ€ you whispered, your voice a soft murmur, โ€œthis was...a lot, even for me,โ€ you added, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of your mouth.

you reached out, your fingers lightly tracing a path along his cheek, your eyes meeting his. โ€œbut,โ€you continued, your tone slightly playful, โ€œiโ€™m happy.โ€ your attention fully on your boyfriend, leaving gojo on the side, making the man roll his eyes in annoyance. how dare you ignore him after he give you the pleasure.

โ€œoh, so it's like that, huh?โ€ gojo teased, his tone a mix of feigned hurt and playful jealousy. as he observed the intimate moment between you and geto, he couldnโ€™t help but feel a tinge of jealousy. he had just given you such pleasure, and now you were focused on his best friend, leaving him out of the moment. the thought sparked a small spark of anger in him, making him want to regain your attention. as you turned your attention back to him, he felt a twinge of victory, but his ego still craved more.

โ€œwell, doll, looks like i managed to wear you out,โ€ he joked, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips. as his fingers traced lightly along your neck, his touch carrying a soft threat, he couldnโ€™t help but feel a flicker of dominance. it was a subtle challenge, a reminder of the power he held over you. he leaned in, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, โ€œbut if you still have energy left, i promise iโ€™ll make sure to keep you up all night.โ€

geto rolled his eyes, an exasperated smirk crossing his face as he slapped gojoโ€™s hand away from your skin, a touch of protectiveness flashing in his eyes. โ€œthatโ€™s enough for tonight,โ€ he muttered, his voice firm but calm, his gaze flickering over your tired form. โ€œsheโ€™s exhausted, satoru, donโ€™t push it.โ€

with a dismissive shake of his head, he reached over, grabbing a pillow and carefully placing it at the foot of the bed, ensuring the sheets stayed clean. he pulled you close, guiding your naked, worn-out, marked body against his own, his arms wrapping around you in a secure embrace. his warmth and steady heartbeat offered a sense of comfort, a grounding contrast to gojoโ€™s relentless energy.

as you nestled against geto, he gently ran his hand through your hair, a silent reassurance that he had you, that you could finally rest. his fingers traced lightly over the marks on your skin, a faint hint of pride in his gaze, as if each mark was a testament to the moments youโ€™d shared.

gojo frowned, a flicker of annoyance in his eyes as getoโ€™s voice cut through the air. he watched silently as geto intervened, a soft, but stern command, dismissing gojoโ€™s antics as he wrapped you up in a warm, protective embrace.

his gaze softened, though, his expression filled with a mix of annoyance and amusement. after all, he knew he wasnโ€™t always easy to handle, and he respected getoโ€™s restraint, even if it meant ending their game for the night. he let out a soft, playful chuckle, trying to conceal his disappointment.

despite the flicker of annoyance still lingering in his eyes, gojo couldnโ€™t deny the unspoken boundary that geto had set. he knew well enough that you were getoโ€™s girlfriend, not his, and despite the twisted game you three played, there was always a line he couldnโ€™t cross. so, with a sigh of playful defeat, he grabbed another pillow, placing it beside you as he slid down onto the mattress.

he wrapped his arm around your waist, settling close as he pulled the thin sheet over the three of you, blanketing the room in a soft, cozy warmth. his head rested gently against your bare back, a comforting weight, even as he tried to mask his earlier disappointment with a low, lazy chuckle.

as he lay there, a subtle dampness on the sheet caught his attentionโ€”a trace of everything the night had held. instead of moving away, he stayed close, almost comforted by it. for him, that small reminder was proof of the intimacy youโ€™d shared, of a connection deeper than any fleeting frustration.

โ€œrest now, baby,โ€ he whispered, kissing your back without moving his head.

he let his fingers idly toy with a strand of your hair, his eyes fixed on a distant point in the room, his mood still a bit tense. there was a quiet, contemplative silence between the two of you, a subtle tension still lingering in the air. despite this, he didnโ€™t move away, his arm remaining wrapped around your form, a slight smile tugging at his lips as his attention turned back to you.

โ€œhey,โ€ his voice was a gentle murmur, teasing yet affectionate. โ€œnext time, i call dibs.โ€

geto let out an exasperated sigh, rolling his eyes as he reached over and smacked gojo on the back of the headโ€”a light but firm reminder. โ€œif you want to call dibs, go get your own girlfriend,โ€ he muttered, his tone laced with playful irritation.

gojo chuckled, rubbing the spot where getoโ€™s hand landed, feigning a hurt expression before leaning back against the headboard. โ€œaww, come on, suguru, donโ€™t be so stingy,โ€ he teased, flashing a mischievous grin. despite his joking demeanor, he settled into the quiet, enjoying the familiar banter as he kept an arm around you, savoring the warmth of the moment.

geto just shook his head, smirking slightly as he held you close, a silent reminder to gojo that some things were his alone. gojo scowled, rubbing the back of his head where geto had smacked him, a pout on his lips as he responded with a huff. โ€œyou know i donโ€™t do relationships like that,โ€ he complained, his voice teasing and lighthearted.

gojo pushed himself up a little, his scowl softening as he leaned down to press a trail of light kisses along your bare shoulder, working his way up to your cheek. you couldnโ€™t help but giggle at the gentle, ticklish touch, a smile tugging at your lips as he finished with one last lingering kiss.

โ€œbesides...โ€ he teased, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes as he glanced between you and geto with a smirk, a firm squeeze of your breast. a playful, teasing gesture that seemed to test the limits of his friendโ€™s patience, although this time, getoโ€™s exasperation seemed to be mixed with a touch of amusement. โ€œthis dollie here doesnโ€™t seem to mind at all.โ€

geto sighed, rolling his eyes, though a small smirk hinted that he found the moment amusing. โ€œshe might not mind, but donโ€™t push it,โ€ he warned, his tone light as he pulled you a bit closer, almost as if staking his claim.

gojo chuckled, leaning in to steal another kiss from your lips before pulling away with a mischievous glint in his eyes. he looked over at geto, a playful smirk on his face, and teased with a cocky, โ€œoh yeah?โ€ his tone almost challenging.

geto shot him a pointed look, a mix of warning and annoyance in his gaze, but there was no real irritation there. instead, a subtle amusement hinted at the corners of his lips. he seemed to enjoy this playful back-and-forth between you three, even if he occasionally had to keep gojo in check.

gojo leaned back, his smirk never leaving his face. he knew he was treading a fine line between playful teasing and overstepping, but he couldnโ€™t help himself. he thrived off the thrill of testing geto's limits, pushing just far enough to keep things interesting. the chemistry between you three was undeniable, each of you feeding off the otherโ€™s energy in a way that was intoxicating.

getoโ€™s grip on you tightened ever so slightly, a silent reminder that he wasnโ€™t going to be pushed aroundโ€”his quiet way of asserting his place in this complicated relationship.

as gojo settled back against the wooden board of the bed feet, his gaze shifted from geto to yourself, an amused spark still dancing in his eyes as he glanced at you. โ€œwhat about you, doll,โ€ he asked, his tone casual, yet laced with curiosity. โ€œhave we worn you out, or are you up for a few more rounds today?โ€

geto rolled his eyes, his arm wrapping possessively around your waist, pulling you closer to him. โ€œdonโ€™t even think about it, satoru,โ€ he warned, his voice firm but lacking any genuine anger.

you nestled yourself deeper into getoโ€™s embrace, letting his warmth soothe you as you closed your eyes. a soft, contented sigh escaped your lips, your head resting comfortably against his chest. โ€œmmmโ€ฆ tired,โ€ you mumbled sleepily, barely managing the words as a gentle smile played on your lips.

gojo let out a quiet, amused chuckle, shaking his head as he leaned back, though you could feel his gaze still lingering on you. โ€œguess thatโ€™s a โ€˜noโ€™ for me, then,โ€ he teased softly, his tone lighthearted, but there was a fondness in his voice that made you smile.

getoโ€™s fingers gently traced comforting patterns along your back, his touch soothing as he murmured, โ€œjust rest, sweetheart.โ€ his voice was soft, filled with a tenderness that only came out in quiet moments like this, and with that, the gentle rise and fall of his breathing lulled you further into peace, making the room fade into a warm, sleepy haze.

geto pressed a gentle kiss into your hair, the sound of his heartbeat beneath you steady and soothing. gojo's playful energy had been replaced by a contented silence, and even he seemed to settle into this peaceful moment, his eyes fixated on your figure.

an almost drowsy haze filled the room, the three in the bed creating a calm bubble within the surrounding silence. it almost felt like the whole world had paused, the moment frozen in a quiet, intimate tableau.

gojo, meanwhile, watched the two of you with a hint of longing. he was playful and often enjoyed being the center of attention, so seeing you resting so contentedly in getoโ€™s arms stirred a slight pang of disappointment within him. he crossed his arms, letting out a soft sigh, almost sulking for a moment as he processed the sight of you so peacefully held by geto. finally, with a resigned sigh, gojo shifted back onto the bed beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist and resting his head gently on your back. he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss against your shoulder, surrendering to the quiet intimacy of the moment.

as you nestled into getoโ€™s arms, feeling his gentle kiss pressed into your hair and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, the warmth between you two was comforting and secure. geto, your boyfriend, held you protectively, his quiet strength radiating through his embrace. his presence was reassuring, providing a calmness that made it easy for you to relax.

โ€œfineโ€ฆ letโ€™s just sleep,โ€ he murmured, a trace of a smile on his lips as he settled down, feeling content with the closeness of simply being beside you both. even though geto was your boyfriend, gojo had carved his place in these cherished moments, creating a warm, close bond between the three of you, built on trust, care, and shared affection.

as gojo settled behind you, his arm gently draped around your waist, a sense of warmth and closeness enveloped you. getoโ€™s steady heartbeat and the soft rise and fall of his chest provided a comforting embrace, a reminder of the love and security you had found in him.

gojoโ€™s soft, warm breath tickled the nape of your neck, lulling you into a deep, restful sleep. the gentle touch of his lips against your shoulder created a small, contented smile on your face as you surrendered to the peaceful haze of sleep, feeling loved and cherished by the two men beside you.

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