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Bro u r a03 writter or what??... If yes I would like to get ur id (=・ω・=)
dude they're just copypasting obvious ai slop, it's not even good
ew what is this im crine no prep. also why is he roaring hello
Suguru hasn't seen Gojo in a week. He's been gone on a mission, and every night he ached for him. Now Gojo's in his lap, grinding down, teasing, and Suguru's patience is gone.
"You have no idea what you do to me," he growls, hands gripping Gojo's hips hard enough to bruise.
"Show me."
Suguru flips him onto the bed, rips his clothes off. No foreplay. No teasing. He spits into his hand, slicks his cock, and shoves into Gojo without warning.
Gojo screams, pain and pleasure, and Suguru doesn't slow down.
"Take it. Take all of it. You're mine. Say it."
"Yours—fuck—yours—"
He fucks like a man possessed. Primal. Every thrust claims. He bites Gojo's shoulder, marks him, licks the blood.
"I missed you," he snarls, voice breaking. "Missed this—missed you—"
He flips him again, fucks him from behind, one hand in Gojo's hair, pulling his head back.
"Look at me. I want you to see who's inside you. Who owns you."
Gojo's eyes are half-lidded, wrecked. "You—only you—Daddy—"
That word 'Daddy' unlocks something. Suguru roars, pounding into him, losing rhythm. He's close. So close.
"Where?" he demands.
"Inside—fill me—please—"
He comes with a shuddering groan, spilling deep, holding Gojo flush against him. His hips keep twitching, milking every drop.
He collapses on top of Gojo, heavy, breathing hard. But his arms wrap around him, possessive, protective.
"Never leave that long again," he mumbles into Gojo's hair.
"Wouldn't dream of it."
Hungry Daddy doesn't just fuck, he feasts. And he always, always keeps what's his.