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The way you’re desperately clawing your nails on his back lets Getou know you haven’t felt like this before. There’s a slight panic in your dilated pupils because you never thought it could feel this way— this good. Getou thrusts inside you again and you roll your eyes to the back, your entire body trembling each time his cock hits your sweet spot.
It’s the least you deserve, he thinks. No one, especially someone as pretty as you, deserves to spend their nights pacing around their room, obsessively calling to a number that is never going to pick up. He’s tired of listening through his wall as Gojou evades question after question, only to finally tell you to leave him alone. That you’re suffocating him with your incessant whines, that you’re being a pain in the ass. Getou has had to control himself way too many times to not storm into his roommate’s bedroom and take you away. He doesn’t know where, but somewhere where you don’t shed one more tear.
It sounds hypocritical, as he sees a tear rolling down your cheek as the pleasure becomes a little bit too much on you. Getou shushes you gently, a wild contrast to the way he’s thrusting against you. His thumb wipes your tears as he presses his lips to your cheek, erasing any evidence.
He still can’t believe it’s you who initiated this. That after one more fight with Gojou, he found you sitting in the living room, tugging at your fingers as you tried your best not to cry after Gojou had dumped you again.
“He’s a dick. This isn’t about you, you’re too good for him and—”
Your lips were the first to crash against his, and once they did, all his self-restraint was gone. It wasn’t long until he was scooping you up and taking you to his bedroom, and you were taking off his clothes in the middle of a desperate kiss.
A whimper of yours evokes a deep groan from him. He’d always loved the tone of your voice, how you sounded when you were excited and the sweet cadence of your laugh. But now, he doesn’t think he can go on after listening to you moan for him.
Of course he has heard you moan before. He’s pressed a pillow against his face to try and muffle the sounds you make whenever Gojou and you aren’t fighting. He can’t help the painful boner at your sweet whimpers, and now he can’t help but want you to be even louder.
Getou takes one of your legs and places it over his shoulder, giving him a better angle to go even deeper. He loves the way your eyes widen at the new position, and how your nails press harder on his skin. He puts your other leg on his other shoulder and watches amuses as you curse in a broken voice.
Your hands travel to the back of his head, where you grab fistfuls of his long hair, pulling him back to your lips. Getou gently obliges, kissing you deeply as his thrusts resume. He swallows each one of your whimpers, feeling your walls suck him even deeper. You need him— and he wants to believe it’s just as much as he needs you.
Getou pulls away, only to kiss a trail of kisses down your neck. He makes sure to suck on your skin, grunting each time you pull his long locks. Next time isn’t promised, but he wants you to remember the faint smell of his cologne and the way your legs were already trembling when you see those dark spots on your neck and chest.
“I’m close,” you whimper, getting Getou’s attention. He hovers his face on top of yours, and he feels he could stare for hours. Your swollen lips, your glistening eyes, your dishevelled hair. Fuck, you are something to see.
“Tell me what you need, baby,” he says, his voice low. He pulls away almost all the way to push himself back inside, making you throw your head back in pleasure with a loud moan. He does this a couple more times, feeling you squeeze him each time, both of you lost in pleasure.
“Please,” you whisper.
Getou resumes his old pace, locking his eyes on yours. He grabs one of your calves and turns his head so he can kiss your ankle.
“Tell me what you need,” he repeats, this time gentler. “Use your words, baby.”
You move your lips, trying to find the words, while Getou watches you intently, all his attention on you.
“Touch me,” you beg, and you know you should be more clear, but you feel you’re going to break any second now.
Thankfully, Getou understands this and nods. He takes two of his fingers to your mouth, where you gladly coat them in your saliva. Then, he moves them to your clit, where he starts drawing soft circles.
Your body immediately jolts, more curses leaving your lips as he goes. He’s never heard you like this, losing this much composure as you seek your release. He watches the spectacle that is you as you break down, legs spasming as you reach your high. You throw your head back and fuck— was that his name what you just moaned?
He feels like a high schooler because that sole moment is enough to make him come. Without a damn warning, he’s spilling himself and the way your walls are fluttering during your orgasm sends him to a farther heaven.
Getou carefully removes himself from you, and with a quick move, he discards the condom to a nearby bin. He lies next to you and wastes no time before he pulls you on top of him, so you’re resting on his broad chest.
There are so many things he wants to say. Hell, he knows your mind is filled with questions and thoughts as well. But for now, he’ll just relax in the shared silence. It seems you think so as well because to lay your head and let out a content sigh. Getou draws an imaginary line from your forehead to your chin with his finger, dividing your face in half. He smiles when you chuckle at his antics, and keeps drawing idle shapes on your cheeks.
In the living room, Gojou stands by the doorway, your screams still echoing in his ears. He had it coming, he thinks, as he adjusts his pants, which feel a bit too tight. After a long sigh, he walks to his own bedroom, hoping you don’t go for a second round.