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â Gojo Satoru â
Subby Satoru begging you to let him cum
He couldn't wait to get home so...
Rubbing your pussy
â Toji Fushiguro â
Riding his fat cock
Just the tip
Making you cum with just his fingers
â Geto Suguru â
Backshots
He loves your trampstamp
A little spanking never hurt
â Choso Kamo â
Eats pussy like a champ
Jerking him off through his boxers
Subby choso playing with his nips
â Nanami Kento â
Fingering your pretty cunt
He makes you so wet
Early mornings w Nanami
The amount of porn I watched was astronomical đ
Will I do it again?..... yes
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â TOO SWEET! â
geto, toji, gojo, nanami, choso. jjk men who canât get enough of your sweet taste â& becomes needy for your touch.
total wc. 3.0k
warnings. fem!reader, aphrodisiacs, whiney men, unprotected sex, mating press, cowgirl, doggystyle, nipple play, eating out through your panties, dry humping, praise
an. request thank yew aiii, using this req as an excuse to make the jjk men whiney.
CHOSO â KAMO
âbaby w-wait,â he swallows, and chosoâs panting heavily. heaving practicallyâŚ
he just couldnât keep his hands off you â ever since he told you in that soft, shaky red-handed voice that he âaccidentallyâ swallowed and eaten your freshly new bought sugary-coated sweets. âi feel soâŚâ he murmurs, spinning you around before planting a kiss on your neck, then another, then another. âi need you. y-you smell sweeter than usual.â
âoh..is it that bad?â you stare up at him, a single eyebrow of yours raises, and he whimpers. youâre teasing him. the pout that curls down his lip is just adorable.
choso doesnât give you a answer. heâs so starved of your wanted touch, all he does is drag a few inelegant awkward steps towards you, bringing you into a deep kiss.
choso cups your face with his big hands, his tongue swipes against yours and he backs you up against the glass cold refrigerator door.
he lets off a delicious moan inside your mouth and you gasp, feeling him spread your legs apart with his knee and your own whimper slips out as heâs kissing you. his body heat against yours was so warm, and every few seconds he broke away to repeat your name underneath his breath his shaky needy whispers. oh⌠maybe..
it really was that badâŚ
âare you sure?â you faltered with a shy smile, massaging the nape of your neck with your fingers. choso sat on the bed, his face remained flustered and plastered which nothing but whole heartedly lust and thirst. âthisâll help you um..stop feeling allâŚ.you know.â
âbaby, yesâplease,â he whines, his eyes plead. chosoâs entire body felt so hot-tempered, warm.
it was cute seeing him grow frustrated, yet he was still as whiney as always, pink lips of his pursing and pouting as you teasingly and slowly made your way to sit on his face. ât-thank you, thank yâmph..â
your panties were still on but choso could care less, as you plopped down gently on his face â he couldnât take it.
one single stripe lick between the crevices of your underwear was enough to make you moan out his name, hovering over him while giving him that same timid gaze. âcâmon. i need this, need you,â heâd speak, his own breath was racing against itself, jittery.
he gives your thighs a quick pry with his right hand, spreading your legs and you moan as heâs literally eating you out through your laced panties.
âride my nose, baby. pleasepleaseplease. wanna savor my pretty girlâsââ and he pauses to breathe, almost forgetting to before moaning out. â..pussy.â
âc-choso..â you panted, starting to ride against his nose. he looked so pretty and submissive underneath you, a smile never leaving his lips as you were continuously starting to cover the lower half of his chin with your sweet slick. âfuck, fuck.â
his tongue was sloppy, never ending with the way it slurps your folds up. teasing your puffy clit with numerous sucks, his headâs swiftly moving and jerking as your hips moved and moved against him. choso reaches down to rub against the brick hard bulge building up in his shorts and he whines.
âc-can i touch myself?â he whimpers, and your heart swoons at him even asking. ââŚ.god, iâm so hot for you, baby. you make me so dirty. your taste⌠âs doin' this to me. just.. wanna please you, all night long baby.â
SUGURU â GETO
âm' serious, princess,â geto mutters, gripping onto your shoulders. he looked like heâd just came back from his hourly workout. heâs staring you dead in the eyes, some strands of long black hair sticking to his forehead, and it appears as if heâs nearly out of breath. âiâŚate your uh candy. but itâs not like you labeled it or anyt-â
geto freezes for a moment. he grows dramatically stiff, before staring down at his pants then at you. âshit.â
ââŚsugu, are you hard?â you giggled.
and oh, he grows so embarrassed. getoâs facial expression turns into a cute scowl, his ears grows hot the more he stares at youâand indeed he is.
getoâs boner was sort of hard to ignore. him wearing grey sweats didnât make things easier either.
âcan..can you help me or not? yâdonât know how painful thisâŚis,â he huffs out and seconds later after you comply with a sweet little âokayâ heâs got you sprawled out all pretty on the bed. âmore hornier than u-usual..â he swallows, leaning in to plant kisses straight down your chest to your stomach before he slides your panties off.
you stared at geto, and he licks his lips, panting. his chest heaved back and forth and heâs sweating a bit, heâs so turned on he feels so hot once heâs easing his way inside your pussy with his dick.
âm-mhm,â he bites his lip, keeping one hand resting on your tummy. you never heard him this whiney before and it was so cute. he doesnât wanna rush but he canât help it but start to create a pace with his hips. you moaned once he leaned into you, whining in his low voice, âkiss me, please. kiss me, princess.â
he was so thick. you felt him everywhere, his thrusts were so sloppy against you. more sloppier than usual but he was so driven.
his mind raced and his heart heated ten times faster than it regularly does.
âcome here, baby.â you playfully smiled, moving his long dancing hair strands from his face and he deeply kissed you with tongue. hearing you say âbabyâ got him more turned on.
the candy, your taste, and just your smooth sweet voice alone was gonna be the death of him.
âokay, okayâŚâ he pants, you wrap your arms around him as his body weight lightly lingers against your chest. heâs so sensitive, warm as he leans in to kiss you for a second time.
itâs more quick and steamy. your tongue collides against his and you taste the sweet tang of the intoxicated candy residing on his tongue. you moaned at his hips smacking against yours at such rhythm. geto lets off a soft whiney purr at the way you comb a hand through his hair.
his lips were connected to yours for what seemed like forever. his warmth radiates against your skin as his body rocks against you.
âso sweet,â he murmurs, breaking away for a brief moment, his cock taps against your most sensitive bits and you whine. getoâs gentle but canât help but be a bit crazy with thrusts, his strokes that made you dizzy. âi-i need more,â he huffs out, kissing the side of your mouth, then your neck, then your chest.
getoâs still huffing and puffing as heâs inside of youâeach stinging slap he creates with his hips, you run into him and he moans, raising your right leg up, the leg that was wrapped around his waist to lick a long stripe up it while keeping direct eye contact. âcanât get enough.. ân itâs all your damn fault, princess.â
NANAMI â KENTO
âsweetheart..â
is all your boyfriend says. youâre bent over the counter, and he pauses, you slip off a moan as nanamiâs pressed up against you. his voice sounds lower than usual, raspy and somewhat whiney..? he intakes a breath before lifting the fabric of your sundress up. âi donât want you to..see me like this.â
âkento, baby,â you shyly smile, not even facing him. âi told you yesterday not to eat the candy. the side effects are umâŚstrong.â
with one hand, nanami tugs on his tie back and forth, heâs hot. âiâm aware of that now,â he grunts and you let off a gasp, feeling his hard boner rub against your ass. he grabs onto your waist and starts to make you grind your ass against him and he swears underneath his breath.
âfuck me,â he mutters in frustration. âforgive me, s-sweetheart but i justâŚi really wanna take you right here over this counter. restrain your cute hands with my tie and..â
âwhatâs stopping you then?â you teased.
and that was all it took nanami couldnât hold back anymore, the lust overtook him and it was too strong. your cloying fragrance alone had him so tipsy. youâre perfectly arched over the sleek shiny, granite kitchen counter. nanamiâs ruthless with his hits against your core. âk-kento..â
youâd moan out, your own hands pinned against your back with the neatly tie restraining your wrists, not too tight but just enough. youâre just bent over with the most perfect arch.
heâs so warm as he sloppily thrusts against you, again and again. his tip brushes against between your folds and you whimper out from how good heâs hitting you from behind. heâs got an exquisite tempo of roughness but also very gentle.
nanami grunts with the way your ass kisses against him each time. he purposely grows quiet to hear the hard hits, yanking on your pretty sundress. âjusâ like that, baby,â heâd moan out, barely able to contain himself. âthrow yourself backâŚagainst me, jusâ like thatâŚgoddamn, girl.â
you were hunched over, wrists still restrained with his striped tie, a good grip of you as youâre being pounded ruthlessly against the counter. heâs never felt this horny and aroused before, hot and cold describes his heat and he groans at the way you move against him.
his dick reached you in each crevice, each spot with such ease youâre whining. you covered his base with your slick, he gets so hard from the recoil the more he stares down. nanami eyes the way the pretty sundress you woreâthe one he bought you for valentineâs day, was all wrinkled and lazily pulled up to your waist. âs-so good, kento. more..â
âgood, want you to feel good,â he rasps, caressing your bare ass once more. once his fat tip reaches your g-spot with a single hit you choke out his name and it sounds so pretty. âarch that pretty back just a more for me, pretty.â
you do and he gives you a soft encouraging spank, just to hear you whimper out kentooo. it drives him crazy, you drive him crazyâheâs so obsessed with the way your ass jerks back against him.
one swift smack and you moan, he slides a tongue across his lip, grunting at the way the recoil just bounces against him. heâs so dizzy, holding on to your hips, a firm grip and making you move back and forth before he starts panting.
âa little more, sweet girl,â and you do, moaning once his hefty base smacks against your ass. he starts to get a bit whiney, despite his low pitched voice, heâs completely losing composure. âall the way down, bend for meâŚ.y-yeah,â he stutters, and you get shivers, feeling nanami teasingly run two fingers down your spine.
âfuck, youâre gonna milk me, honey. make aâŚdamn mess out of me.â and you doâbecause not even moments later, nanami ends up spraying thin ropes of of his cum all over your pussy, painting it like a canvas. âgot me all messy just for you, p-princess.â
FUSHIGURO â TOJI
tojiâs hungry ass genuinely doesnât care.Â
the moment he spots a pocket-sized, untouched velvet box of tasty sweets with cute neat handwritten of a sharply that wrote âDO NOT EAT ME!!â he pays no mind.
eating it, savoring the rich taste of caramel and cinnamon. heâd probably eat in front of you just to spite you.
yet, the last thing youâd expect would be to return home to a needy whiny toji.Â
âheyâŚgirl,â you hear from behind you. he sounds worn out, as if heâd run a marathon.
he greets you with an awkward hug, which is more so just him feeling on your ass, his boner poking against your leg and he intakes your sweet scent before grunting into your neck.
âiâŚi ate the fucking candy. and all of a sudden you smell sweeter than..than usual and, shit.â he sighs, feeling your soft lips kiss the side of his mouth, his scar. âlook. i just..i need you, bad,â and he sounds embarrassed, not even presenting you eye contact.Â
his eyes hide underneath his long uncut strands before he continues, picking you up while gripping down on your thighs. âbut..maybe thisâll fuckinâ help..â
and by thatâŚhe means putting you in a simple mating press, tojiâs stuffing you full of cock, heâs doing more moaning than you which is surprising.
his weight that lodges over your pussy just smacks against you each and everytime. heâs treating you like a rag doll basically. youâre just dumbly being stuffed full of inches, holding onto his beefy arms while heâs thrusting in and out, smack after smack it makes your ears ring.
âmhm yeah babyâgirl,â heâd choke out, and youâre squeezing down on him so tight it makes his jaw clench. âso damnâŚhot, fuck i need moreâŚgotta overflow this pussy sâgood itâs drippinâ out.â and you whimper at him clamping down on you.
his thrusts became so nasty and sloppy, barely any rhythm.Â
toji looks so pretty when heâs needy. deranged, but pretty. heâs sweating a bit, beads race down the sides of his forehead, toned muscles were tense, including his back muscles. yet he blinks twice again.
slowing his strokes just a bit before groaning. âf-fuck, nasty bitch yâer tryna milk m-me?â and he whinesâa gasp wretching from his mouth before thatâs when toji realizes.Â
he came early.
toji stares at you, panting heavily, bottom lip quivering as heâs still got you in a mean mating press. your legs were just dumbly in the air, twitching and you moaned at feeling his cum trickle down your slit, oozing out of you.
âtoji baby, did you just whine?â you teased, heaving yourself. and toji showcases a glare, bringing a swift spank towards your pussy and you moan.Â
âsayâŚsay that shit againâŚâ he murmurs, all out of breath. he sits up, still stuffed deep inside you, his thick sheeny triceps flexed as he had them pressed against the sides of you.
âsay what?â
heâs so embarrassedâa sheepish expression washes over him, tips of his ears were fuming with hotness before he grumbles, pulling out just to avert his eyes towards your messy pussy. âfuckinââŚ.call meâŚbaby again...please.â
âcall you baby, yeah?â you teased, and he glares, a cute scowl on his face
ââŚyou heard me, whore.â
GOJO â SATORU
âhey, youâre back,â he utters, hugging you from behind. he smells so goodâpeppering your neck with a variety of chaste kisses, he sounds a bit shaken up and heâs far more clingy than usual.
the minute you hug turn around to hug him, softly running a finger down his undercut he lets off a moan. ây-your touch. âs been so long since-â
âtoru i was only gone for three hours,â you mumbled, and he stared at you.
his entire face was flushed, his usual fluffy and well was all in his face. messy, ruffled, and he was sweating just a bit.
âwhy-â then you pause, moving your eyes towards the night stand to see the empty wrappers of candy scattered everywhere. âyou- did you eat those?â
âno,â he immediately says, with a swift head shake, before letting off an ashamed, âyes.. i couldnât help it. i thought you were just joking about the umâŚhorniness.. but baby, i-i need you on top of me.â
he was so desperate.
you decided to 'help' him, in his way he wanted you to ride him so the lust could wear off, hopefully.
gojoâs so loud, slouched back against the squashy pillows of the sofa.
his head goes back before gripping your waist, whining at the way your hips rollicked against him. âf-fuck me more, touch me more. kiss me..baby please, âm so hot, pussyâs making me burn up, fuck..â
âsatoru,â you mumbled, bucking your hips against him and it makes you suck your teeth. he was so big, easily stretching you out, molding out your pussy with such grace.
âstop talking.â you moaned, rocking back and forth. his cock, the girth of it stretched inside of you and you bite down on your lip.
gojoâs hair nearly covers his eyes, and heâs panting and whining each second. the way you clamp and squeeze around him makes his head spin.
âm-make me, girl.â he pouts.
you rolled your eyes, leaning in to kiss him and gojo moans in your mouth. the slim tip of his tongue ran against yours and he was so sloppy, breathing out his nose. he squeezed your ass with his left hand before whimpering once he started to bottom out.
he pulls away, simultaneously grabbing one of your breasts to latch his lips onto your perky nipple, a sweet attempt to hide his moans but he was still loud.
âmph,â he muffled, blue eyes staring up at you as you rode him so good his eyes nearly starts to roll back and you moan from the stimulation. his orgasm came so hard that heâs almost seeing stars. he painted your insides whiteâso much came out, itâs like heâs been saving his old just for you, he couldnât stop tottering while being beneath you.
thatâs when he lets out a sharp breathâtapping you lightly with his bottom lip visibly poking out.
âcan..can you praise me?â he pants, you slow down your rhythm and gojoâs pupils dilates a bit, he swallows before moaning once you lean in to kiss near his neck. âyour voice gets me so..tingly.â
âyou did so good, satoru,â you hummed, kissing his nose, then his neck, then his chin, heâs still buried inside and he canât stop moaning from your touch.
you run a finger down his v-line and he whimpers, his eyes following your movement and he was indeed warm. ââŚgood boy.â
âjusâ hearing you talk âs gonna make me cum again, baby.â he choked out.
his soft shaky moans go against your ear the minute you start to ride him again, a slow yet sensual pace and heâs about to lose his mind. âdonât s-stop fucking me please. âm your good boy. all yours...fuck.â
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ę°ŕ§§ cw. fem reader, cowgirl, mdni.
âmy gâgod,â choso huffs out in short breathy pants, his breathing became shallowâalmost as if it came with ease, a straining exhale snatches from his throat as he leans back. youâre riding him, sensually grinding your hips against him to where his droopy eyes roll way back into the depths of his cranium. âmore, more, moreee,â he pleads with crimson red lips, two big hands stuck to your waist. he was so whiney, with the way you rode him until he clung onto his final breathsâhow could he not moan out a whimper or two . . ?
itâs sloppy, the way your ass moves up and down against himâ heâs so thick too, such length to him that the stretch just comes so easily. callused fingertips roughly dig into your skin and his head throws back the moment his tip thrashes against your most sweetest spots. you feel it and he feels it too. âchoso, howâs it feel baby? feels good?â
âuh huh, uh huh,â heâd immediately nod, half lidded eyes and he looks so cuteâ his entire body felt hot, he canât help but pull you into a steamy kiss. the feeling of your warm lips mashing against his was enough to make him get off, so warm. his thighs start to pang, the undersides of them tense and he knows in the back of his mind that heâs about to dump yet another load right into you. âuh,â he whines, departing away just to see the sheeny cobweb of spit leave from your lips. choso was horrible with eye contactâ heâs panting heavily before he moans out that sweet familiar, âprincess âm gonna cummm.â
but thatâs right when you amp up your speed, the piston of your hips only grow quickerâ he bites his tongue, feeling a twinge of arousal brew up before heâs hitting you deep. the crownhead of his cock only tickles against your clit before right when heâs about to sink into his release,
you . . . stop.
choso inhales . . then exhales, heâs confused..
a cute perplexed expression with a pout before his eyebrows curl up. â. . wha-â he croaks and his voice cracks as you just sit there. your attention suddenly aims at coating the inner part of his chin with a plethora of sweet kisses. mwah after mwah, he moans from your touch before finishing his sentence. âwhyâd you stop? whyâwhy?â
ânot yet, baby.â you coo, pressing a kiss near the pierced lobe of his ear.
he frowns at that, balls deep and he was so close, so so closeâŚ
he wanted to pump you full, chosoâs mouth felt dry, the inside of it felt equivalent to the sahara. heâs always had a hard time being told no and he was adorable. ân-not yet?â he repeats, soft big arms wrapping around your waist. you lean into his bare chest before giggling. you were panting yourself, heave after heave leaving your lungs as you glance into his darkened irises. âbut why?â
âbecause,â you kiss near his neck, then his chin, then finally . . his mouth. a lewd moan escapes from his throat at your touch, he loved your kisses more than anything. his dick twitches inside of you and your tender touch only drives him more crazy. warm breath wafts against his skin and he moans again, your touch was truly his worst enemy. out of all the enemies heâs been in battle with, a simple touch or kiss from you was simply choso kamoâs weakness. âbecause, i want you to wait a little. is that a problem?â
âoh . . !â he cutely mutters, a sheepish smile on his lips.
he gulps, finding your sudden dominance a bit hot â dark pools of aroused eyes gaze into yours before he scoots you closer against his lap. with a low soft tone, he rasps a, âg-guess not,â and he swallows the invisible lump in his throat, feeling your pussy soak him dry. âif my love wants me to wait, iâll w-wait.â
âyouâre such a good boy, âcho.â
âhey, donât call me that though. please.â
you titter, peppering a kiss towards the corner of his lips.
his mouth quivers, always so weak for any amount of kisses that you give him. heâs so grateful, the warmth that you always provide him, whether itâs being inside of you or simply sharing a sweet kiss with you, you were really his kryptonite.
âi thought you liked when i praised you?â
âiâ i do,â he protests, jaw tightening as you move a bit more with him still stuffed inside of you. his cock continues to pulsate and it feels so good. but being edged felt different, something surges within him as if he was most definitely on pause mode. âitâs just . . itâs embarrassing. âm supposed to call you good. âcause yâknow, youâre my good girl.â
you giggle once more, wrapping your arms around himâtrying to stall as much time as you could and it was working.
âbut whenever you say it, itâs just cute.â
âhmph,â he pouts, a cute tint flushing towards his cheeks before he pulls you even closer. âbaby,â he questions out, snapping back to lewd reality. his head throws back as he feels the same throb stir up inside of him. a thumb strums alongside your back before he pants. âcan i cum now? i waited, i just wanna fill you upâ please. let me cum, okay?â
another chaste kiss goes against his lips, he whines from the contact your mouth goes against his. so sweet, youâre so close to him that you can hear him swallow and he stares at you with glossy eyes, reddened lips just shuddering from your movement.
âpretty please,â you whisper. âsay that ân you can cum.â
â. . . babyyy,â he groans, reaching to grab onto the headboard and itâs unintentionally sexyâ the way his veins on his arms pulse and bulge, a whimper drags out his throat before he finally gives in. âfuck, okay okay. fuck just, pretty please. pretty please, can i finish inside you? please.â
with the way youâre straddling himâ keeping his throbbing idle cock between your gummy walls, he was about to risk it all. âokay,â you comply with a soft voice, gently stroking your thumb against his neck. âyou can cum, baby. donât waste it.â
âi wonât. promise, promise.â he purrs out, both hands going towards your bare ass. he squeezes it tightly before once you give him permission, heâs floating on cloud fucking nine. âfuhâfuckk,â he breathes, melting into a puddle once you take the time to plant a kiss near the bridge of his nose where his darkened scar remained. it shot up, aroseâ and it was so much. his heart pounds, a rapid heart beats through his ear before finally, he finishes.
thick velvety ropes pour right into your wombâ it shoots out in such a hot way that youâre spasming, you feel each spurt and you hug him tightly. âmake me feel s-so good, princess,â he pants, entirely out of breath. heâs shaking underneath you, lip quivering from the way his cum slowly but surely fills you up to the brim. your pussyâs flooded, sweltering with nothing but the hefty amounts of his cum before he bites into your neck softly. âthank you, t-thank you.â
âwhat for, baby?â you mutter in a hushed tone, watching as he brings his head back up to look at you with sweet droopy eyes.
choso shivers, your words only making him ten times more hard as he pulses inside of you still.
âfor . . for making me a messy boy,â and he swallows, eyes closing for a brief second. âfine. fine,â and your eyebrows furrow at what he means before he whimpers into your neck, gentle breath bristling against your skin. âi . . . a-admit it, âm your good boy,â he moans, a hand grabbing your ass for the umpteenth time before he sheepishly huffs. âcanâ can we do that again though? pretty please?â
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彥 HONORED AND READY TO CRY
â. contains: 18+ mdni, boyfriend!satoru gojo x fem!reader; sub!satoru and dom!reader, established relationship, satoru is wearing a white button-up and black slacks (my favourite pretty boy), reader is wearing heels and a dress, satoru is tied up wc: 1.6k
what a sight.
satoru gojo, the honored one, the strongest, fully at your disposal. sitting legs spread on a chair with his hands tied behind his back with his own tie. both of you know, if he wanted, he could get out in a millisecond. but the fact is - he doesnât want to. he loves this. he loves being put into his place. likes it when his pretty little girlfriend takes control, makes him beg and whine.
the first four buttons of his shirt are unbuttoned, his sleeves are rolled up behind his back and his black slacks are already too fucking tight, the obvious bulge straining in his pants.
youâre sitting on a chair opposite of him, all dolled up. the two of you had just gotten back from your restaurant date, it went well, of course. but as always, your boyfriend couldnât hold his hands to himself and is now getting punished for it. you know he does it on purpose, but hell, youâre enjoying this much as he is. possibly even more.
youâre sitting with one of your legs over your knee, leaning back in the chair and a smug smile on your face. you love him like this. pupils dilated, head threatening to fall forward as if itâs too heavy for him to hold up, cheeks and neck all red and flushed, chest heaving already. you havenât even done anything to him.
your smirk only widens when he connects his crystal blue eyes with your lust filled ones. you take the leg resting over your knee and place it down on the ground, spreading your legs and slightly pulling the hem of your dress up, exposing your baby blue panties. his eyes drop down and when he sees the obvious wet patch on them, he lets out a deep groan. he tries to swallow the lump in his throat but itâs so hard to focus, itâs hard to fucking breathe.
âmm, what is it, baby?â you purr at him.
âp-pleaseâŚâ satoru whines out as he tries to thrust his hips upward, in order to get any sort of relief, his eyes rolling back into his head in the process.
you chuckle lowly at his desperation. âthis is your own fault, you know.â
he swallows and nods at your words. âi-iâm sorry, baby.â
still leaned back in the chair, you slowly raise one of your legs and move it over to his crotch so your heeled toes are just barely touching satoruâs bulge.
his breath hitches.
you hum as you drink up every single one of his movements. heâs your sensitive boy.
you push up against him a bit more and his head falls back, chest rapidly moving up and down. his fingernails are leaving strong marks inside his palms behind his back, fuck. you lean a bit forward in your chair, mesmerized by his want and need.
âsatoru.â
he lets out a weak whine and you see his adamâs apple bob.
âlook at me.â
satoru slowly raises his head and meets your gaze. he feels like heâs going to melt. like heâs going to melt into a puddle right here, right now. youâre doing so much and yet so little to him, heâs going insane. he watches you bite down on your lip and another meek whimper leaves his pretty lips.
you slowly drag your foot over his one thigh to his knee, down his calf, then to his other leg, up to his knee, over his thigh again and back to his bulge, all while keeping eye contact with the man.
his eyes seem to well up but he refuses to turn away from you. he ruts his hips against your foot and the slight pressure from it makes him groan. fuck, you look divine. you look hungry, like youâre going to pounce on him any second, like youâre going to devour him alive.
the eye contact is making the both of you crazy. he is definitely going to cum in his pants but it feels like you might also orgasm completely untouched, only by watching him writhe and whine under you. heâs outright putty in your hands and your hands only. nobody else gets to see him like this. itâs all for you.
you apply a bit more pressure to his crotch with the ball of your foot, the heel slightly brushing against his balls. another loud grumble escapes his throat and his eyes almost close but heâs determined to burn this version of you into his mind.
rubbing it now, you eyes burn into his. he keeps grinding his hips against your foot and he seems oh, so desperate.
âdoes that feel good, hm, baby?â a tinge of condescension in your tone evident but he doesnât hear it, too busy focusing on the pleasure youâre giving him. he only nods as an answer.
âyouâre a big boy, use your words.â
âf-fuck, yes. it feels s-so fucking g-good. huh, shit.â he babbles out and you laugh. âp-please, please donât stop. baby, please, fuck.â
the temptation to touch your now soaked cunt is so high but you know heâs gonna take care of it, of you, after youâre done with whatever this is. no matter how much you tease him, bully him, he will always make you feel good, make you cum, make you shake and tremble in his caring strong arms. make you in turn moan and whine for him. and you canât help but feel excited, knowing what a long night this will turn into.
you know heâs close because he finally lets his eyes roll back into his head. his forehead and neck are covered in a sheen of sweat and some stray hair are clinging to his face. poor boy. hips still wildly rutting against you, like a good puppy, so incredibly desperate for your touch. he just need a bit more. satoru thinks about your hands on him, your fingers in his hair, you dragging your nails down his chest, his back, your mouth on his, your soft lips trailing his thighs, leaving purple marks in their wakeâ
âask for itâ
you break his thoughts with your sharp question and he feels confused, overwhelmed. ask for it? he feels you all around him, your perfume clouding his mind. the pressure of your foot on him and your eyes, your eyes. heâs so fucking close, he just needs you toâ
âask permission to cum.â
fuck.
you press down even harder and it borderline hurts but it feels so fucking good. you feel so fucking good. you make him feel so good. youâre the only thing on his mind. he just wants to cum. wants to cum for you. he wants to thank you. thank you for being in his life, thank you for making him feel things he never has before.
you see his adamâs apple bob again, the tears in his eyes threatening to drop. the dangerous smile on your lips is immovable, youâve never felt more powerful. satoru, on the other hand, hasnât felt this frail ever. youâre going to break him under your touch and then put him back together and that excites him more than anything.
his pants are so fucking tight, the collar of his shirt, albeit unbuttoned, is choking him. he canât breathe properly. the tie around his wrists is really beginning to dig into him and itâs just too much. youâre fogging his fucking brain.
heâs so close, it hurts.
âp-please! baby, fuck! iâm so- ahhh! p-please, i need it!â he slurs. he sounds drunk, his words falling from his mouth so fast, like he has no control over them.
âwhat happened to using your big boy words, satoru, hm?â
the way his name sounds coming from your lips almost does it for him. tears paint his cheeks, falling to his white shirt, leaving big wet stains. his own lip quivers and an embarrassingly high-pitched moan escapes his throat.
âc-can i cum? please, darling? m'sorry, okay? f-fuck, please, can i cum? i wanna cum f'you. so badly. p-please?â his words all slur together, his desperation evident. the need for you bubbling up from the bottom of his heart.
the chesire cat grin on your face only widens at his pretty words.
âcum for me, babyâ
you press down just a tad bit harder and the tension in his lower belly finally snaps. and he sounds heavenly. heâs letting out such beautiful moans and groans, you feel your own arousal drip down your thighs. his dick twitches in his boxers as he soaks them with his cum. heâs trembling now and his chest is heaving so heavily, one might think heâs going to pass out. hell, he thinks he might pass out.
you take your foot off of his crotch and gently place it over his strong thigh, not once taking your eyes off of him. his lips are a bit swollen, tear stains on his face. heâs the most beautiful boy in the world and heâs all yours.
still coming down from his orgasm, the wet patch apparent on his black slacks, trying to calm his breathing. you pull your leg from his, only to drop down from your chair, down to your knees and crawl between his long legs. heâs startled by your sudden actions but he doesnât have the energy nor the courage to ask about it. all he can do is stare down at you with with wide eyes and a flushed face. you rest your head on his thigh and look up at him with dark eyes and a wicked smile.
he feels himself twitch again in his pants.
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â choso kamo x f!reader â
cw: smut! college au! virgin choso! kinda pervy choso! unprotected sex! mutual pining!
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busy thinking about your college classmate choso who has the biggest crush on you.
the pretty girl who sits next to him in his math lecture.
when you spoke to him for the first time asking for the notes from your class, he practically scrambled to get out his notebook for you to copy off of.
and when you asked for his number with a sweet smile on your pretty face (for homework! of course!) he got so nervous, going over the number over and over in his head praying he didnât accidentally hit the wrong digit.
his breath hitches when his phone lights up a day or two later.
âhey!! iâm so behind in math, wondering if youâd like to help me study later :)â
he blinked a couple times, wondering if his eyes were playing tricks or if you meant to text someone else. but all his worries dispersed when another text comes through.
âthis is choso, right?â
he has no idea how he ended up in your dorm room, sitting on your cute little bed with open textbooks surrounding you two.
you sigh, leaning your back against the headboard while stretching out your arms.
you were sure your brain was fried from all this mind numbing work.
âthis is boring, why donât we do something else.â your gaze falls on the dark haired boy in front of you, his eyes meeting your own. he gulped, an eyebrow quirked.
âlike what?â he asks, sitting up.
you only just met him two months ago, so you didn't know a lot about the man.
you think for a second, lips pursing together as you drum your fingers along your thigh.
âyou ever kiss a girl before, choso?â you ask, head tilting to the side as you watch for his reaction.
his eyes widen at your question.
âi-â he opens his mouth to speak, nervous under your gaze.
you patiently wait for him to gather his thoughts, not wanting to make him uncomfortable.
âchoso?â you softly ask. he didnât even notice the way you were sitting closer to him, your thighs brushing against eachother.
he finally looks up at you, pink dusting on his cheeks.
âi-no, i havenât.â he sheepishly admits, emberassed you would make fun of him or even kick him out of your room.
but instead you give him a shocked look.
âreally? but youâre- i mean youâre hot.â you honestly say, making him chuckle. the anxiety built up in his body instantly relieving.
he knew he wasnât ugly by any means, but your forwardness made his heart flutter. you always made him so nervous.
sure, he was pretty inexperienced, but he wasnât innocent by any means. heâs watched a fair amount of porn, especially in his single dorm room at night.
he just spent most of his life watching over and taking care of his younger brothers. he was never really interested in finding a girlfriend. that was until he saw you on the first day of classes.
but the way you sat next to him on that first day, introducing yourself with a cute smile. you never left his mind since.
âcould i- shit, can i-â he stutters.
you giggle at his sudden shyness.
âyou wanna kiss me, cho?â he shudders when you lean up by his ear to basically whisper to him.
âfuck, yes. so badlyâ all his shame flies out the window when your pretty little hand rests on his thigh.
his breath hitches when you crawl atop his lap, straddling him. fuck he was hoping you couldnât feel how he instantly got hard from it.
you start slow, not wanting to overwhelm him. gently cupping his cheek with your hand, you lean in, slowly brushing your lips against his, testing the waters.
one of his hands go to tangle themself in your hair, while his other held your waist gently. practically forcing you closer to him.
your lips move together, slowly at first, but eventually getting more and more aggressive. almost needy.
when you give his mouth an experimental lick, his tongue fighting with yours, you unconsciously roll your hips into him, making him moan into the kiss.
you pulled back, embarrassed you could barely control yourself from a make out session.
âs-sorry.â
fuck you were cute when youâre flustered.
âdonât be sorry. itâs hot.â he smiles, holding you by the back of your neck to bring you back into another kiss. your hands rest on his chest.
with all the baggy clothes he wears, it's hard to tell what a good body he has.
his hands move to your hips, grinding you against his clothed cock.
you whine when your clothed clit rubs against him just right.
âplease, can i taste you. wanna eat you out.â he begs, kissing down your jaw down to your neck.
âare you sure? you really donât have to.â you say, his kisses never ceasing.
âbeen dreaming of eating your pussy, baby.â he murmurs against your neck, biting down in a few spots. he reluctantly pulls back, letting you lie comfortably against your pillow.
your heart races as you peel your bottoms off, leaving you in your cute little panties. he crawls between your thighs, groaning at the sight.
âdid you know this was gonna happen?â he smirks at the sight of your lacy panties. you smile. of course you did
âlucky guess.â you shrug.
he smirks, eyes drawn to your damp panties. he experiments with a lick over the wet patch, eliciting a small gasp from you.
âdonât teaseâ you pout down at him, making him chuckle. he pulls your panties to the side, revealing your wet cunt.
a wave of nervousness washes over you when he just stares in awe. you thought maybe he was gonna back out.
âeven prettier than i imaginedâ he sighs, immediately delving in, making your gasp turn into a soft moan.
your mind wanders for a moment at the thought of him imagining this before. your hands finding themselves reaching under your shirt to play with your tits as he goes down on you.
he tries his hardest to do to you what heâs seen in porn. goes from flicking his tongue over your sensitive clit, to sucking on it which made your thighs tighten around his head.
he knew he found your most sensitive spot when his tongue flicked over a certain area, making you buck your hips up into him.
your hands move to grip in his messy dark hair, unconsciously tugging as he eats you out like a mad man.
you canât see the way he slowly grinds his hips into the mattress, his cock straining almost painfully through his sweatpants.
your mind is in a frenzy, body squirming trying to escape how good it felt, but also rutting your hips up into his mouth because you really didnât want him to stop.
not that he even would, he's in heaven right now. eating the pussy of the girl heâs jerked off too at least several times at this point.
his hands grip at the bottom of your thighs, pulling you closer to his face as he prods his tongue into your tight hole, nose brushing against your clit. you moan, tugging at his hair for more and he groans at the harsh tug. he fucking loves it.
you were sure you were so close as he fucks you with his tongue. toes curling so hard you're scared youâre gonna get a cramp.
âchoso, please donât stopâ you beg, grinding up into his unrelenting mouth.
he just hums into your cunt in acknowledgement, his movements never stopping as you coat his tongue.
your heels dig into his back, hands tugging at his dark locs, the vibration of his groan making you moan out his name as you cum on his mouth.
you were sure he was lying about being inexperienced with how hard he made you cum. but the way he stared at you like you were a fucking goddess made you think otherwise.
you whine when you realize he still hasnât stopped lapping at your sensitive pussy. your hips jolt up in overstimulation, making him come back to earth and pulling away.
âsorryâ he pants, wiping off his lower face with the sleeve of his hoodie, licking his lips.
âdonât be sorryâ you giggle, pulling him up so heâs hovering over you, strong arms on either side of your head. kissing you again. your essence surrounding his tongue.
he grinds his clothed erection into you, making you feel a little bad for neglecting him.
you reach your hand down to graze over him, making him groan and buck into you.
you pat his arm, signalling for him to switch places with you. he nods, sitting against the headboard.
you crawl into his lap, straddling him so youâre face to face. you smile, admiring how pretty he is.
âoff?â you ask, tugging at his nice oversized hoodie. he nods, you lean back to let him pull it off of his frame, throwing the hoodie somewhere on your floor.
you made a mental note to defiantly steal that later.
it is so fucked up this man hides this monster of a body behind all those baggy clothes.
you canât help but stare at his defined chest, running a hand down his stomach and to his hard cock. he moans when you rub him over the fabric of his pants, the heat of your hand making him go lightheaded.
your thumbs hook in his waistband, tugging down his hips, he helps you, bringing them down to his ankles.
you watch the way his thick, pale cock sits so pretty standing up against his stomach, the tip raging and pink from all the teasing.
you reach down to run your thumb over his slit, making him shiver. you felt bad teasing, but his reactions were so adorable.
you kiss and suck marks down his neck, down to his defined chest that you just wanted to bite.
his eyes go down to your throbbing pussy, his thumb innocently pulls apart your folds, rubbing at your clit generously. you mewl against him, hand gripping tighter against his cock.
if just your hand felt this good, he was imagining how amazing your cunt is gonna feel.
he was embarrassingly close, but he didnât wanna cum like this.
âpleaseâ he pants, pushing your hand away. you lean in to kiss his cheek.
âhmm?â you look at him, curiously.
âwanna fuck you so bad, pretty. please let me fuck you, youâre so perfect i-â he begs. you shut him up with a heated kiss, tongues clashing together as you give him mercy.
you set your knees on either side of his thighs, hovering over his cock.
âtell me if you wanna stop, ok?â you sweetly smile at him.
âdoubt itâ he thought. but he nods, promising.
you line him up with your entrance, very slowly sinking down on him, your face scrunches up a bit from the stretch of his sheer size.
you sigh when youâre finally seated on his pulsing cock, his hands gripping hard at your waist. his head against your shoulder in concentration of not cumming on the spot.
on instinct he bucks up into your heat, making you groan and squeeze around him, hips rolling.
âf-fuck, donât do that or iâm gonna cumâ he moans, hands holding you in place so you donât squirm.
you giggle, kissing his cheek down his jaw, letting him collect himself.
after a few moments he does an experimental roll upwards, making you softly gasp. he keeps doing this. wanting more friction, you start bouncing yourself up and down his cock.
"s'big" you whine.
he moans, hands groping at your ass to help you ride him. he looks up at you, tits bouncing through your thin little top.
âso prettyâ he lifts up the bottom of your shirt to uncover your tits, taking one into his mouth. you whine, leaning into him to feel him closer.
he nibbles and sucks on your tits, pulling off to stare at your fucked out face. you stare down at him, eyes half lidded and mouth slightly open.
âkissâ you mumble to him.
he leans in, giving you a messy kiss as you fuck each other with a need for more. the way his dick fit deliciously inside of your snug pussy, almost sucking him in completely.
your hands tangle in the back of his hair, tugging and making his hips sputter. you try to do it again, but he removes your hands and puts them back on his shoulders.
"next time, g-god, m'gonna fuck you for hours, baby. promise." he pants, sucking dark red purplish marks into your poor neck.
you moan at the idea of a next time. maybe he'd take you out first on a cute date, make sweet dinner or lunch plans for you two.
or maybe he'd just take you to his dorm room and fuck you into his desk like he's been dreaming of for months. marking you up so everyone can see your matching hickies in lecture, knowing how pussy whipped you have him.
either way works.
he uses his strength to flip you back under him, never pulling out of you. he knew he was gonna cum soon, he was trying to put it off for so long but youâre making it too hard.
your head lolls back into the soft pillow, moaning as the flimsy bed frame of the dorm room squeaking like crazy. if his dick wasn't hitting every good spot right now perfectly, you'd probably give a fuck if the people next door heard.
he pumps into you as your legs wrap around his hips, bringing him closer. he fucks into you at a needy pace, his head in your neck as he whines into your ear which you could barely hear over the filthy sounds of skin slapping.
âmâsorry, gonna cum, babyâ he moans. your hands go back into his hair, humming.
âplease cum in me, choso. need it.â you mewl, eyes threatening to roll back at the way the tip of his cock kisses your sweet spot with every harsh thrust.
you bring a hand to your neglected clit, rubbing furiously to catch up with him, legs shivering and cunt clenching.
he groans as he spills inside of you at the feeling of your walls contracting around him sending him over the edge.
âf-fuck! feels s'good choso.â you cry, cumming so hard you practically milk his cock.
youâre both panting, his body going stiff.
you push at his arm to make him get off of you since he was practically crushing you.
âsorryâ he mumbles, his voice groggy. he reluctantly pulls out of you with a hiss, pulling his boxers back on and collapsing next to you.
âhand me that towel, please?â you point to the pile of clean laundry next to your nightstand, a fresh new towel sitting atop.
âyeah, shit, sorry.â he hands you the towel as you wipe down your inner thighs.
you put your now ruined panties back in place, noticing the way he's staring at you.
"what?" you smile, covering yourself with a throw blanket you keep on your bed.
he just shakes his head in a silent chuckle, plopping down onto the bed next to you. he moves a loose strand of your hair out of your face, finger running down your jaw to your kissed out lips.
your breath hitches at his gentle touch, his thumb dragging down your lower lip.
"nothing i just..." his eyes meet yours, your stomach fluttering with anticipation.
"really like you" he sheepishly admits. you smiled at how cute he is. he just came inside of you and he was still nervous around you. how sweet.
"well i'd sure hope so." you giggle, feeling the dull throb between your legs from a few minutes ago.
it wasn't like your intentions weren't completely innocent upon inviting him here. you always thought the quiet guy in your class was hot.
you thought it was so cute whenever you'd 'accidentally' brush against him and he'd either tense up or his face would turn pink.
"but if it makes you feel better..." you cuddle up next to him, head nuzzling into his shoulder as his strong arm wraps around your waist.
"i really like you too"
you also showed up to class the next day wearing his hoodie that you successfully stole. he acted annoyed, but secretly fucking loved it.
a/n: i'm alive y'all i got my wisdom teeth out so i was not in a mood to write but i'm back!! hope u enjoy! sorry if the ending got a lil cheesy i'm trying to get better at dialogue since i usually just write pure porn.
(in need of jjk prompts i want the men so bad)
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SATORUâS PRINCESS - TWITTER LINKS
He loves your cherry titties
Watching his cum drip from your pussy
Fingering his cuffed up baby doll
Youâre too small for him
Wishing him sweet dreams before bed
Wanting him to do you bareback
Teasing his sweet princess
Reaching your belly from inside
Playing skateboard on your ass
Heâs got your thighs shaking
Fucking you in his dorm room (letâs hope Suguru wonât hear)
Too much cum
Taking care of his school girl
Letting Suguru join in while he fucks you
Swore up and down Iâd never do this but itâs too high achool Satoru coded not to⌠also, weâre assuming heâs 18 u guys chill
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âgojo satoru x fem! reader
đâĄâââ your husbandâs already given you two children, one more wouldnât hurt right?
đâĄâââ cw: fluff, smut, breeding, praise, petnames, squirting, impregnation, dirty talk
đâĄâââ a/n: requested by anon, i loved writing this so much
Eight years.
You and Gojo had been married for eight years. Having met each other in high school, him being the one to get down on one knee the second you both had finished college. He knew you were the one for him ages ago.
That you were his from the moment he met you.
Some would say that you two were living the dream life, despite how young you both were. Gojo never hiding the fact that he was willing to spoil you day by night.
He loved you more than anything. And he never failed to show that through the many acts of affection. His favorite one being buried deep inside you as he whispered the sweet nothings into your ear.
The sex drive of your marriage was high, that was a fact. It was how you ended up with two children in the first place. Two girls who looked exactly like their dad, not even bothering to try with your genes. They had his complexion, his hair, his overly beautiful eyes. They had everything of his.
When you had your first daughter, most people in your life assumed she was an accident. Assumed that Gojo had simply âforgottenâ to pull out.
They didnât know how noisy youâd gotten that night, holding onto your husband tightly as you begged him to fill you up. Begged him to put a baby in you. You wanted to feel all of him.
Your second child was all him. Him begging to give you another one. To pump you nice and full with one more baby. And who were you to say no? You two were building a family and you loved it.
Four and two.
Those were your daughtersâ ages, beautiful girls who looked almost identical to each other, obviously. You liked to call them and Gojo triplets. And it made his heart swell knowing that they were something you had both created. Together. Even though they clearly had a favorite already.
His daughters clung to him every second that he was around them. Refusing to let daddy go as your youngest sat in his lap with an adorable grin. Giggling softly as her big sister tied scrunchies into the soft bed of white hair.
âMommy look! Daddyâs all pretty now,â she clapped, clearly proud of her work as she pulled lightly at the short ponytails.
You watched Gojo grumble under his breath, unable to hide his smile as he looked up at your standing frame. Cheeks tinted red when you laughed softly. âHe is baby, heâs very pretty now. Looks just like you two.â Leaning down to peck both their cheeks with a smile of your own.
You yelped softly as you were pulled down, sat on the other side of your husbandâs lap as he smirked. âYou know whoâs just as perfect as you two? Your mommy.â
Your older daughter hummed, cuddling into your lap with a nod. âYou are very pretty mommy. Wanna look like you when i get big.â
You couldnât find the words. As much as you knew that was impossible, it warmed your heart to the core. Especially when your other daughter nodded in agreement, fitting herself on you beside her sister. âYouâre very very pretty mommy.â
âThanks my babies.â You smiled warmly, an arm wrapped around each of them as Gojo wrapped one around you. âNow, you owe me a little kiss too.â He pouted. You giggled, pressing your lips to his in a short kiss before pulling away.
Neither of you wanting to hear the exaggerated ewww that escaped from your daughtersâ mouths when you kissed for even a second too long.
You liked to think that you got lucky to have such sweet children. The kind that makes others actually want a child of their own.
â
You loved your life. Everyone could see that. But it had been way too long since you and Gojo were able to spend some alone time together.
It wasnât your idea, it was his. And you couldnât not give in when you allowed yourself to think about it. A weekend all to yourselves with complete privacy. A chance for you both to relax.
It was Friday, and you rung the doorbell to your dear friend Nanamiâs house, a childish grin on Gojoâs face as he waited for the door to swing open.
Nanami raised a brow upon seeing you two, a cup of coffee in his hand as if youâd interrupted his peaceful morning.
âUncle Kentooo!!â Two high pitched voices rung out. Little legs running to hug the blond man by his own. Nanamiâs eyes widened momentarily, steadying the mug in his hand away from the two latching on to him.
A small smile gracing his face when they grinned up at him. âWell hello you two.â
Gojo grabbed the cup from his friend when your daughters started making upsie signals with their hands. Nanami picking them both up on either side of his torso, turning sharply on his heel as he asked them about their week.
âIf that isnât the sweetest thing I donât know what is.â You giggled, Gojoâs hand on the small of your back as you brought in two pink princess bags. âSo.. Kento-â
âWe need a favor.â Gojo was quick to cut to the chase, Nanami not bothering to even watch him as he let small hands play in his hair. His emotions far from the bored expression on his face.
âIâll watch them.â
âThank you so much Kento. My parents will be coming for them tonight.â You smiled, the man only nodding with a hidden shrug. âYouâre just lucky theyâre nothing like him.â Pointing his head in the direction of the man sat next to you.
âHey!â Gojo gasped in faux offense, âIâm awesome thank you very much.â
Nanami only scoffed. And you and Gojo stood up to give your girls a final hug and kiss to their foreheads. âWeâll see you on Sunday okay my darlings? Grandma and grandpa will come for you later yeah? Mommy and Daddy love you so much.â
âUh huh, bye mommy, bye daddy!â They sung together, something else that they tended to do from time to time.
As you walked out of Nanamiâs house, ready to go home and pack a few clothes, your head tilted. Confusion evident on your face when you looked up at Gojo. âDoesnât he have work today?â
âYeah but he adores them. Heâd skip work everyday if he had to.â
It was true, Nanami was one of your biggest supports. He was always willing to take them off your hands for even an hour. He hated to admit it but he loved them like they were his own. He truly thought of himself as an uncle.
You found it adorable how serious he was until he was sure you left. Allowing himself to give into their tea parties and makeovers. He was one of the people you trusted most.
You knew that your daughters were in good hands for the day, especially since Nobara and Yuji would be there. Their inner children coming out whenever they were around your daughters.
â
Gojo had taken you to a hot spring resort nearly two hours away. One of the best that he could find.
You were in awe the second you stepped into the place. Never getting used to the amount of money Gojo was willing to spend on you.
The room was huge, and to say it was gorgeous was an understatement. But it paled in comparison to the view. The large steaming pools which were adorned with large marble sloped rocks and tall trees. The whole resort enclosed within mountains which seemed to touch the clouds. The sun setting behind beds of luscious green as the sky glimmered pink and orange.
It was perfect.
Snd the first thing you did after settling in was head into the heated waters. Breathing out contented sigh as you sunk neck down. Allowing the warmth to calm every last one of your nerves. The tension you didnât even know you had in your shoulder slowing subsiding as you leaned your head back onto one of the large rocks.
âThis is amazing.â You smiled, blinking your eyes open to look at your husband, who kept complaining that the area he was in was too hot. Not allowing himself to go any further than his legs until you pulled him into a hug.
Letting the water flow in place at your shoulders. Ignoring the over dramatic faces that your husband was making at the âheatâ, simply resting your head in his neck as you relaxed in each otherâs arms.
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The tv blared ever so slightly as you cuddled into Gojoâs side. The coolness of the room unable to beat the warmth that still stuck to your skin. You had just got off a call with the girls. They were at their grandparentsâ house. No doubt having way too much dessert before bed. Though theyâd most likely get to stay up late watching cartoons.
âYou know..â Gojo started, his fingers trailing soft shapes on your skin, âWe should have another one.â
You lifted your head off of his chest, âI donât think theyâll sell us drinks right now love.â
âIâm not talking about drinks.â Your stomach fluttered when Gojo turned you over, his knee in between your thigh as his lips ghosted over your ear. âIâm talking about putting another baby in you.â Allowing it to brush over your clothed clit.
Your lips parted in a whimper when he kissed down your neck. Swiftly pulling off your shirt to kiss at your chest, taking each of your nipples into his mouth while he fondled the other. Your hips bucking up into him when he began grinding his hips slowly into you.
You shivered when his lips touched your belly. Peppering it with small kisses as he hummed against your skin. âLet me make your belly swell.â
You moaned softly, nodding your head eagerly. âP-please.â
âHmm, gonna give me a third one sweet girl? Gonna make us a pretty family of five?â He husked, kisses getting more aggressive as he trailed back up. His cock twitching at the little whimpers that you failed to contain when you made a noise of agreement.
âMhm, âm gonna give you another one. Wanna give you another one.â
âYeah?â He breathed, looking for that final bit of confirmation before his lips smashed onto yours. The kiss hard and needy as he worked on removing the rest of your clothes. His fingers dipping down between your folds with a groan. âYouâre so soaked fâ me pretty.â
He ran his hand up your slit teasingly, rubbing tiny circles onto your clit making you whine out. âToruu, no teasing.â
He chuckled, his thick cock prodding at your entrance as he lifted your legs to wrap around his waist. Your hands instinctively draping around his shoulders so that he was pressed into you. A loud moan sounding through the room as he sank into you.
You let a small mewl escape your lips with every movement of his hips. His thrusts gradually increasing in pace till he was hammering into you. Pulling his length almost all the way out before slamming it back into you.
Bright blue eyes met yours, your breathing getting heavier as your back arched off the bed. Nails digging into the skin of his back as you were rocked back and forth. Your husbandâs thick cock stretching you out so deliciously as it repeatedly kissed your sweet spot. The position allowing him so deep inside you that he bulged lightly in your stomach.
âToru, nnghâ so good. Ahh.â You were getting noisy. Your cute babbles mixing with the loud echoes of his skin hitting yours. The mere force of his loving making it twice as loud.
You could only moan shakily as you pulled him even closer. Drool covered lips parting in sweet cries when your nails scratched down his back. âO-oh fuck. Ahhh.â
âTaking me so well. My pretty little wifey, canât wait to see you carrying my child again. Fuck,â He grunted, squelching noises growing louder as your sticky pussy leaked onto your thighs and his. The whole roomed filled with your lewd sounds of pleasure as you both fell into each other. âGonna fill you up real good baby. Stuff that messy pussy so full of my cum and watch that belly swell.â
Your legs trembled at his words, your hold on him tightening as the rhythmic slapping clouded your brain. Your vision blurring with tears as your stomach tightened. Every nerve along your walls being set on fire as you were fucked like youâd disappear in any moment.
Gojoâs sinking to elbows at the sides of your head for you to cry into his broad chest when you felt yourself nearing your high. âToruuâ so good Toruu, so g-good.â
âHmm youâre close fâme,â he groaned, your pussy holding him snug as your body shook. âShit, gonna make you a mama of three. Gonna give it to ya so deepâ f-fuckk. Look at me when you cum.â He whispered lowly, your glassy eyes peeling open to blink up at him dumbly.
âNnghâ âm, a-ahhh, Toru âm so c-close.â You couldnât think. Your brain unable to process anything but him and the way his cock was fucking into you so good. Your thoughts blanking out as you were engulfed by an indescribable pleasure. Mouth opened in a final cry as you fell off the edge.
âThatâs it. Cum fâ me baby. Make a fucking mess on my cock. There you goâ just like that.â His thrusts never slowed as a high pitched scream bubbled in your throat. Your body trembling uncontrollably beneath him as you let go. Sopping pussy gushing all over him just the way he liked it. His thrusts never losing their pace as you squirted with a continuous string of moans.
Your husbandâs thrusts got sloppy. Head falling into the crook of your neck as he unknowingly slowed down. His thrusts hard and deep as he moaned into your delicate skin. Finding it adorable how your little mewls began to match his pace.
âLove this pussy so fucking much. Could pump her full of my cum every fucking day. Shitâ here it comes baby.â His slow thrusts synced with his words, lips capturing yours hungrily as he buried himself deep inside you. Tip sat at your cervixâs entrance when his cock twitched. Spurts after spurts of the the thick substance flooding your insides with heat.
Gojo pulled away from you, a small string of saliva connecting your lips to each otherâs. You stayed clung to him like a koala to a tree. Tiredly smiling up at him when he pecked your nose. âIf we keep having children every two years weâll end up with fifty grandkids.â
He chuckled, resting his forehead against yours. âSo, what are we gonna name her?â
âHer?â
âYou have only sisters baby, i donât think itâs in your genes to have a boy.â He joked, both of you laughing as you thought to the truth of his words.
âI wouldnât mind a boy,â You sighed softly, using your finger to brush away the loose strands of hair that fell over his eyes. âI think heâd look just like you.â
Gojoâs hand rested on your belly, using his thumb to rub over it softly. âIâd love either, only cause iâd know that i made them with you.â
Your heart skipped a beat. âI love you so much.â
â And I love you more than you could ever imagine sweet girl.â
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did ya hear me?!?! SUBSSSSSSSS WOOOOOOOO (Iâm going crazy)
Yk the drill here are the warnings!! ;P
Character- nanami/gojo/suguru
Warning- UNEDITED smut! (Duh) dom reader (double duh) miss use of a human being (nanami) you can read it as fem reader but itâs kinda nb
I feel a little silly and goofy
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Kento Nanami - human furniture /toys/gagged/orgasm denial/soft dom reader
âHello how may I help you?â You said sweetly to the person at the other side of the phone. âMr.Nanami?- Oh, he is a bit busy at the moment.â You said setting the vibrators too high. A few whimpers escaped Kentos' gagged mouth. Crossing your legs and placing a hand on his blonde hair, rubbing it gently, trying to soothe his nerves. âMhm! Yes, Iâll tell him no worries.â You said glaring down at the man that was trying to speak muffled words. âOk have a nice day~â You spoke smoothly before hanging up.
you moved down to Kentoâs face, pulling him gently by the hair. âHmm last thing I remember is that chairs donât talk, right? Or am I mistaken?â You said with a gentle voice as the man looked at you with dizzy adoration his face flushed to his forehead, drool hanging from his chin, dripping down to his flush neck.
You leaned on the desk head laying on your hand, you played with the remotes in your hand one connected to the vibrator in his ass the other connected to the toy wrapped around his dick both vibrating intensely. Leaning down, you see his dick twitch inside the toy. You could tell he was close his pre was basically dripping out the toy.
Nanami's body shakes face hot. He is close so close he feels if he could get his release right now, he would faint. Feverishly, he twitched and hummed at the vibration. oh, how cruel you are. With a click of your tongue, you lowered the intensity of the vibration.
âCan't have you break so soon.â You coo, leaving light touches over his shoulder blade to the shell of his ear, then cupping his face, his brown knitted together eyes rimmed with glossy tears, basically begging you for the flash of bliss he needs. Feeling his shaky breath on your skin as he nuzzled into your palm, you grin.
"Be quite and I'll let you cum."
Suguru Geto - bondage /pegging/degrading/ hard dom reader
Suguru was tied up by red rope his arms behind his back and his face smushed to the ground, body twitch with every thrust of your hips. "That's it- taking it like the fucking slut you are." You said with gritted teeth griping his waist leaving cresent marks on his pale skin.
his head rose up, pink swollen lips moaning your name as you fuck him out his mind. "Ha-hah plea-please-please-please." Suguru pleaded his voice cracking and shaking feeling his head go fuzzy as he felt the throbbing climax rising hot from his groin to his neck and ears.
Suguruâs eyes rolled back as you stroked his worked-out dick as you crashed your hips deliciously against his ass. "C-Close!" He winced out the climax build up almost painful on his dick his heavy breathing turning into bitchy little whimpers as you pick up the pace slamming into that sweet spot that made him see stars. "Your close again? What a dirty fucking bod you got Suguru." you teased flipping him over on his back to see his fucked-out face. Spreading his legs wide and pulling him closer to you, watching how he bit his lip when your eyes met.
"So, fucking pretty.â You say breathlessly, pulling one of his legs over your shoulder and leaning down to kiss his lips followed with a playful bite. "Make a mess for me ya?â You asked going down to his chest licking and sucking one his nipple earning a high-pitched whimpering hum. His body arches up as you bit gentle at his sensitive bud his eyes wide and mouth agape as he feels that tight coil in his stomach snap as he spurts out a hot load on his stomach. His body shakes and legs twitch as his last drops of cum spill out of his length as you fuck him through his orgasm. âFuck- you came so much.â You said slowing down your thrusts kissing his jaw and corner of his lip, his face messy and sleepy.
âthatâs it for today, ya?â You said, looking at the red panting man below you.
Satoru Gojo - voyeurism/ feet kissing and licking foot job/ leg riding/brat taming
âF-fuck-need to cum.â Satoru bit his shirt between his teeth as he strokes himself blue eyes looking into yours as you sit pretty on the chair in front of him. âSuch a foul mouth you got their Satoru.. is this really exciting to you?â You teased. âN-no you wonât let me touch you.â He spat as he fist fucks himself. âOh really? But this thing shows me youâre having fun.â You joke moving your foot to rub at his hard-on.
A rush of pleasure made Satoru shiver and moan out. âh-hah shit!- S-stop that!â He said, grabbing at your thigh, digging his nails into your plush skin. you hummed, stretching out a hand. You pat his fluffy white hair. âHow can I? Youâre so pretty when you're a mess.â You replied, looking down at the man as his hips grind on your foot desperately. âYouâre being meanâŚâ he grumbled as he glared at you through white lashes.
With a relaxed expression, you moved your leg away from him as you spoke. âNow would a mean person let you do this, or would a mean person get up and leave you to yourself?â Crossing your legs, you stare down at him, his brows knitted together in frustration âyour choice, Satoru.â You smile.
Gojo gulped down his pride and pleaded. âO-ok! Stay, please - let me finish - Iâll be goodâ He begged, pawing at the chair, looking up at you with blush dusted over his cheeks. With an eye roll, you crumbled and sighed. â..Fineâ Satoruâs face lit up, âbutâ you continued. âYou can only cum with my leg- thatâs it.â you smile warmly at the distraught looking man on his knees. âAre you kidding me? No! I want all of you-plea-â You click your tongue. âDo you think you deserve all of me? Just this would be enough yeah. Take it or leave it.â You spat. "Fine!â Gojo pouted getting into a comfortable position. âHold it Satoru.â You said pushing him away with your leg. âWhat? Iâm doing what Iâm told.â He sassed and you laughed pulling up your leg. âDonât you wanna saver it?â You joke earning an eyeroll from him, but he still obeyed.
With a shaky sigh, he began to kiss your foot, starting from the heel to the toes, lapping at them as he stroked himself. He kissed up to your knee gasping when he feels the soul of your foot rub against his tip making him let out whimpers his hips moving up to reach your foot pre cum rubbing onto you. Satoru moved to grip at your thigh as he fucks onto you, dick rubbing at your leg smearing it with his wetness âf-finallyâ he grunts hips thrust wildely, impatiently for release. You soothe him by rubbing his hair and caressing his face tilting it up to see his light blush on his cheeks dipping your thumb into his mouth to press on his tongue.
âSo pretty when youâre worked upâ you coo watch the man twitch and gasp as he stares at you his face presses to your knee his thrusts speeding up with the praise âha-ha-ahâ he was vocal his jaw clenched as he breaths in soon to loosen to release choppy moans. You roughly pull him by his hair leaning your body rawr ds his giving him a deep and sloppy kiss which he returned with frantic need drool pooling from the corner of his lips pulling away you huff âthatâs it pretty boyâ you talk him through the erratic thrusts of his. âFuck! Iâm gonna cumâ he said threw gritted teeth and you hum rocking your foot up and down his shaft that was wet with saliva and pre cum âlike a bitch in heatâ you murmur against his lips âcome on satoru show me your worth yeah?â
The white haired manâs breath hitched as the burning of climax bursts his body pulsing as a hot wave crashes through him his nails digging and roaming your skin as spirts of white cum smear on your foot dripping to the floor. You could feel the pulsing against your skin, and you hum as you watch his head drop to your lap
âthere there wasnât that good?â You said softly, rubbing as satoru grumbles and presses his face on your thigh.
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A/N: Hello did ya miss me? No? ;-;
ANYWAAAYSSS NEW POST >0< (brain rot)
my first time writing foot play and human furniture play⌠as well as bondage âŚ.and leg riddingâŚ. And peggingâŚ. AndâŚ. I'm going to church tmrw :( (deadass)
Gojo was so hard to write sense how the FUCK do I write foot stuff? Is it counted as feet stuff??? Idk
loved everything I wrote here except Gojoâs so happy homie dead (jkâŚ. A little bit ..srry not srry-)
Was gonna do more dudes but I no no wanna :(
BUT LOVE YALL XOXO đ
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â ⥠â IâD LOVE TO KILL YOU â ⥠â
â đŠđđ˘đŤđ˘đ§đ : gojo x curse user!reader
â đđđŹđđŤđ˘đŠđđ˘đ¨đ§: youâre tasked with killing gojo, who also happens to be an enemy of yours. nothing seems to go as planned when you both end up fucking instead.
â đđ¨đ§đđđ§đ: 18+ ONLY // MINORS DNI â fem!reader, villain!reader, hate sex, choking, oral, begging, kissing, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, cream pie, cumming down throat.
â đ°đ¨đŤđ đđ¨đŽđ§đ: 4K
Mr. Hansul, the leader of an infamous band of Curse Users, had one simple rule.
You must never look him in the eyes.
One must kneel down on one knee if ever in his presence, head facing the ground while the old man spoke of whatever devious mission was awaiting.
Aside from that, you could do whatever you want.
Wear whatever you want.
Train however you want.
Kill whoever you want.
Granted, you and every other member of his devilish crew were given a variety of clothing, all branded with a symbolâa half black, half red circleâattached to every single clothing item.
Housing was provided in the form of decently sized bunkrooms to the west of headquarters, but it was rather pointless.
Only a fool would fall asleep in the company of fellow immoral Curse Users and assassins.
It was also wise to engage in as little chatter as possible during mealtime. Who knew if one of your dear comrades would take the opportunity to slip some poison into your bowl of ramen while you interacted with another individual, daring to close your eyes while laughing softly?
Around here, within the grey stone walls of headquarters, jealousy was as deadly as a cursed technique. Mr. Hansul would assign missions to Curse Users based on their skill level and spirited talent, and therefore, when the greedy old man wanted to be the one to proudly hang the worldâs strongest sorcererâs head on his wall, it was rumored that heâd pick you for such a daunting task.
Every single member of Mr. Hansulâs group, The Cursed Assassins Association, wanted to be the one assigned to kill Satoru Gojo. Doing so would not only bring honor to the CAA, but to every Curse User forced to live in a divided world where Jujutsu Sorcerers were seen as gods. Curse Users, however? They were pure devils.
Therefore, if Mr. Hansul would truly pick you for such an honorable assignment, you would have to play it safe.
Sleep with a knife tucked underneath your pillow.
Eat as far away from everyone else as you could.
Never let your guard down.
Mr. Hansul might have only had one rule, but you had several.
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Around the second week since the rumors of the Chosen Assassin were born, two of Mr. Hansulâs escorts led you to his office. They approached you in the middle of your training session, the only time of day in which you happened to be as far away as possible from the office belonging to your boss. And, naturally, you couldnât help but fixate over the distance, as with every step you made down the dark and haunting halls of headquartersâthe clanking of your boots echoing like a broken recordâyou were reminded of just how far away his office was.
Damn him.
He knew exactly what he was doing when he undoubtedly stroked his hideous goatee, squinting his soulless black eyes as he ordered his guards to fetch you during your training session. You were forced to walk down almost every hallway, turn every corner, and climb every step within the base of operations for the CAA in order to reach his office. Because of that, all of the other assassins saw you.
They stopped chewing their meals. They stopped mid combat with their trainers. They stopped their conversations as they wandered down the poorly lit halls. All to watch you being escorted to Mr. Hansulâs office.
All to watch you walk towards your destiny; a fate each of them desperately wanted.
When you finally arrived outside of the heavy double doors, the escorts opening them for you to let you in, you immediately dropped your gaze. After a few more heavy steps, you kneeled down on one knee in front of your boss. After many years of taking this position in front of him, you became more familiar with the appearance of his feet instead of his face.
âGood afternoon, sir.â Your greeting was flat. Stale. Like a dead river.
âHm,â he breathlessly replied.
It was only a small huff, but it was laced with degradation. Thick with venom. It was more than obvious that he was a soulless soul who worked harder than the devil.
âSorry to interrupt your training,â he teased unpleasantly, âbut I have an assignment for you.â
âSir.â
âItâs a simple mission, one that I expect you to complete quickly and effortlessly. You are to kill Satoru Gojo. When youâve succeeded, bring me the body.â
âSoâŚthe rumors were true,â you thought.
âSir, with all due respect, I donât think that I-â
âLet me remind you as to why I summoned you at this particular hour. Let me remind you of why I let the news circulate for two entire weeks before calling you into my office,â he raised his raspy voice. âI wanted your comrades to be well aware that you are the one I am trusting with this task. It encourages jealousy. Jealousy encourages hatred. And, lastly, hatred encourages murder.â
âI understand. My comrades want to kill me now. How does that benefit you, then? Why do you want them to hate me?â
âBecause, itâll motivate you to accept this assignment. If you turn it down, you could be murdered in your sleep out of pure jealousy. If you agree, and should you return victorious, no one here would dare to lay a finger on you.â He gave a sinister chuckle. âAnd, well, if you donât succeed, itâll only be because Satoru Gojo killed you. Either way, the choice is yours.â
âSir.â
And with that, you were dismissed. You were dismissed with a choice. Life or death. Life and death.
Truth be told, you wanted to be the one to take Satoru Gojoâs life with your entire heart and soul. You couldnât stand the humanlike god. His influence upon the world of curses was the exact reason why there was such a divide between Jujutsu Sorcerers like him, and Curse Users such as yourself. By his standards, which set the tone for the rest of the world, you were all monsters. You deserved nothing. You all made the cruelest devil look like the pure, charity-driven, peace-making priest. One who probably devoted their time to feeding homeless children on Sunday afternoons.
Be that as it may, someone needed to teach the white-haired bastard a lesson. As you gathered your belongings, leaving the CAA headquarters as quickly as you could, you could only hope that a real god would let you succeed in taking down the wannabe.
â
The green leaves danced in the swirling wind. The nightly breeze made every tree wave their branches, and the enormous land howled with the sharp swishes of restless woods.
Even nature itself had to witness the death of Satoru Gojo, who walked out from behind a thick tree.
He had sensed an evil presence while making his way across town, and followed it into the middle of nowhere. That was when he saw you, standing there, waiting patiently to take his life. You had successfully drawn him out.
âI see you picked a place with lots of land. Thatâs smart, Iâll give you that,â he stepped towards you, his blindfolded eyes scanning over your mysterious figure. âWho are you? And what exactly do you want?â
âKnowing who I am wonât do you any good,â you frowned. âYouâll be dead soon enough.â
The wind whispered, filling the thick silence that followed your threat.
âYa know, I take back what I said, now that I think about it,â he scratched the back of his head. âYou picked a horrible place to fight. The moon as our only source of light? You gotta be kidding me. Can you even see me right now?â
Your frown deepened. It was as if the surrounding winds had managed to blow your threat away, carrying it off into nothingness as if you had said nothing at all. You told the icy white-haired man that in a few simple moments, he would actually meet his creator, and yet, it was like he viewed death as a mundane chore.
Either that, or he simply didnât think you could kill him.
âSo,â Gojo cleared his throat following your bitter quietness, stuffing his large hands inside of his packets. âThatâs a nice pin. Iâm guessing youâre one of Mr. Hansulâs little assassins, right? Donât tell me the big guy didnât wanna come out and see me himself.â
âWell,â a cruel grin appeared across your face, âI have a feeling that heâll be seeing you. When I deliver your dead body to him, of course.â
âThatâs cute. Did you practice saying that in the mirror?â
Your grin vanished. And he smirked.
âWhatâs your name?â Gojo questioned, daring to take a few steps in your direction when you failed to respond to his teasing.
âWhy do you wanna know my name so badly?â
âMaybe itâs polite to introduce yourself to the person youâre trying to kill.â
âMaybe you shouldnât aggravate the person whoâs here to kill you.â
âHa,â Gojo tossed his head back with a laugh. It was like he was having an ordinary chat with an old friend about a football game, discussing the latest scores and fumbles before asking for another beer. âYou summoned me out here, sweetheart. Donât cha think that youâre aggravating me by interrupting my day?â
âAlright, Iâve had enough of you.â The stern words fell from your lips, and with that, you gripped the hand blades dangling from your belt.
One sharp blade was placed in between each of your gloved fingers. Releasing your sweet, cursed energy into them, they took their own special form, and hovered in the space between your fingers.
One wave of your hand would send them flying in any direction at the speed of lightning, the thick aura of your cursed energy ready to pour into your chosen target. Even if the target could somehow manage to move or dodge, your blades would always find them. Once your blades touched your target, it would burn through them, and continue to push through their bodies until they were dead.
Or you released the blades.
But the latter hadnât happened yet.
You launched them at Gojo with a grunt, and since you truthfully didnât have time to mess aroundâunlike most predators who wanted to play with their preyâyou aimed for Gojoâs heart.
Four incredibly sharp, flying, and burning blades were coming his way. Even so, he didnât remove his hands from his pockets. He didnât try to dodge. His hair didnât even blow in the wind.
You didnât have any time to question his intentions, as when your blades were a couple of inches away from that beating muscle inside of his chest, they stopped.
Your blades fell to the ground, laying at his feet like an abandoned toy.
He stepped on them as he made his way closer to you.
âSo, as I was saying,â he started, âSince youâre aggravating me and interrupting my day, you should be the one to introduce yourself. I mean, I donât mind going first if youâre the shy type. Iâm Satoru Gojo, but I think you might know that already.â
âHow the hell did youâŚâ you gulped, your eyes widening as the realization truly started to kick in. âYou stopped my blades, and you didnât even move. How the hell did you do that?â
âYa know,â Gojo smirked, âyouâre pretty cute. If it wasnât for the stubborn attitude or the attempted murder, I think Iâd ask you out.â
You clenched your fists. He was so goddamn infuriating. And that smirk had pissed you off beyond belief.
âYouâre really no fun. Itâs such a waste when a hot person has no personality.â he sighed dramatically.
âWho the hell do you think you are? Talking to me like that?â
âI just told you, didnât I? Iâm Satoru Gojo.â
âYouâre such a bastard-â
âYouâre pretty hot when youâre angry, too. Has anyone ever told you that before?â He walked up to you. By now, he was close enough for you to start backing away.
Trying to put some distance between you and your target was a fruitless task. Based on the smirk his face held, he was well aware of the tree behind you before your back hit it.
âDamn it,â you thought.
His boots shuffling through the fallen leaves was a sound you became all too aware of, and with every single step, he came closer and closer until he was only a handful of inches away from you.
You could smell him. He held a faint scent of sandalwood. The whiff of it made you shift your feet.
Suddenly, he removed his hands from his pockets, tucking his thumb underneath his blindfold. He raised it, revealing his striking blue eyes. Revealing his entire face.
Being honest was another personal rule of yours. The truth was the only way to live. Not only as a way to communicate with others, but as a way to behave towards yourself.
Be true to who you areâŚhow you feelâŚ
And, if you tried to tell yourself that you werenât attracted to the perfectly crafted face in front of you, you would have been a horrific liar.
He might not have been a god in your eyes, but it was obvious that the real gods took their time with him. The drastic difference between his pale skin and vibrant eyes was like admiring both the moon and the sun. Everything from his nose to the shape of his lips were perfect, and you couldnât help the way your eyes darted across his face, taking in the beautiful features belonging to the tall, blessed man. He stared at you intensely.
You shifted your feet again.
âLike what you see?â He said lowly.
You wanted to nod, but you couldnât. You still had a job to do, and his attractiveness changed absolutely nothing about it.
Luckily, Gojo was admiring your beauty as well. You were truly the literal definition of a Perfect Stranger. He didnât even know your name, but he knew that he wanted to kiss those pouty lips of yours, or have your pretty eyes stare into his forever and ever.
He was distracted.
You used the given opportunity to pour your cursed energy into some spare hand blades. You tried to circle them around Gojo, targeting the back of the distracted man.
And truth be told, he was a little surprised when your blades fell once again, knocked down by the invisible force around him, but not as surprised as you were when your second murder attempt had failed.
âDamn it!â You snapped.
Even though you had blown your opportunity, even when he was well aware of your actions now, you tried once again. This time, however, Gojo didnât even give you a proper chance to pour your cursed energy into your blades, as when you started to reach for them, he suddenly wrapped his hand around your neck, holding you against the tree.
He leaned in, that stupid smirk of his reappearing. His soft lips tickled the shell of your ear. The grip of his large hand around your neck only tightened.
âCome on now,â he whispered, his breath warming the side of your face as he spoke. âIs that all you got?â
When he released you, his calloused fingertips no longer pressed into the skin of your throat, you erupted into a fit of coughs.
And those hands. The damned hands that dared to choke you offered a reminder in the form of a gentle squeeze that he could have clenched harder. He could have tried to make his fingertips and thumb touch, watch you desperately claw at his arm until his pale skin was covered in fresh scratches and nail scrapes.
He could have watched you take your final breath, stare into your eyes and witness the light leave them, an unwavering hand still clamped around your drying throat as if to choke out any remains of your soul left behind.
But he didnât.
He could haveâand, perhaps, any ordinary person in the midst of becoming the next big contributor to the ever-growing statistics of murdered Jujutsu Sorcerers would haveâbut he didnât.
âI couldâve killed you, ya know.â
And there it was. The irritating truth. The fact that he didnât.
The amusing smirk that rested upon his face was a cruel reminder that all of this was indeed a game to him.
Even so, you had an irritating truth of your own. One that was nagging at you, existing as the sole reason why you couldnât look Gojo in the eyes. It was purely the fact that your panties were soaked; your cunt wet from the way he grabbed you. The way he whispered in your ear. The way he choked you.
âI canât-â you coughed. âI canât believe this.â
âLook at me,â Gojo said softly.
You hesitated, but any fight left within you instantly vanished when he held you against that tree. Even so, the last string of dignity you held onto was your ability to keep your gaze towards the ground. However, when Gojoâs large hand cupped your chin, raising your head until you were staring right into his eyes, dignity became a foreign concept.
He was silent for a moment as he held your face. His thumb gently graced your cheek.
âHad no idea that youâd get so turned on by me choking you,â he said.
Your eyes widened. A string of protests started to fall from your lips, but suddenly, Gojo smashed his soft ones against yours.
A surprised gasp escaped you as your breath fluttered away, and he used that opportunity to deepen the kiss. Moving his hand away from your chin, he gripped the back of your neck, holding your head still as his tongue briefly touched yours. When you jumped, he smiled into the kiss.
He was quick to give your tongue a swirl with his own. Your mouth tasted fucking delicious to him, and he couldnât help but moan down your throat. It was a slow, yet deep kiss, which was something you had never experienced before, and found yourself instantly craving when he pulled away all too soon.
He kept his buttery lips hovered over yours as he spoke. âDeny it all you want, but I could see the lust in your eyes.â
The last word had barely been spoken before he reconnected your lips. He was hungry for you like a starved man.
After his wet tongue explored your mouth, he pulled away only to latch his lips onto your neck. He bit, licked, and sucked at the skin, focusing on any spot that elicited a sweet moan from you.
You didnât want to give that cocky asshole the satisfaction of knowing that he could make you moan like this, but you couldnât help it. He found the sweet spot right below your jaw, and sucked at it until the skin was sore and tender.
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It was only a matter of time before you were naked, pinned to the hard ground with nothing but your clothes as some sort of cushion.
Gojo, however, was still fully clothed. He pinned both of your wrists down above your head with only one of his hands, and with the other, he cupped your tit, swirling his wet tongue around your nipple.
âHmm,â he moaned, sucking on your hard nub.
The sounds of your moans were like music flowing to a formerly deaf manâs ears. He fucking loved it. They were sweet and soft, a sharp contrast to your harsh demeanor. As he latched his mouth onto your other tit, his clothed dick hardened in his pants. He started to grind himself in between your legs, right against your wet, exposed cunt. His hard cock repeatedly pressed against your clit, and the sweet pleasure made you gasp.
âGojo,â you whined. âI h-hate you.â
âReally?â He smirked down at you, increasing the speed of his grinding. âStill hate me, huh, baby? Why?â
âYouâre teasing me.â
âOh, I see. You were in a hurry to kill me, now you want me to hurry up and fuck you?â His grinding started to slow down. âI donât know. I think I need some sort of apology.â
You were silent. You closed your eyes, not wanting to let the bastard win.
The warmth from Gojoâs body on top of yours vanished quickly, and instead you felt a warm breath pat against your wet folds.
âFine,â he smirked. âHave it your way.â
Suddenly, his fingers were pulling your pussy lips open. His skillful tongue started to lick at your clit as he moaned. Instantly, you started squirming.
âOh my god,â you groaned.
He wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking on the little button, letting the sweet taste of you flood his senses. Two of his long fingers started to work their way inside of you. He curled them just right.
âYou taste so good,â he mumbled against your clit. âSo tight, too. Canât believe this pussy is all mine right now.â
âGojo,â you whined, thrashing around. Bolts of pure pleasure shot through your body whenever his tongue rapidly swiped over your clit, and his fingers would touch that sweet spot inside of your pussy. A wave of heat washed over you. Your legs started to tremble.
You were about to cum, and suddenly, Gojo pulled away.
Although snatching his mouth away from your delicious pussy was the last thing he wanted, he just couldnât let you have it that easily. Not when you had so much to apologize for.
You couldnât help but whimper at the sudden coldness that washed over you instead of a sweet orgasm.
âYouâre such an asshole,â you said breathlessly.
Gojo laughed darkly. He pulled down his pants, releasing his thick cock.
âSorry, but youâre not cumming. Not until you apologize. Itâs really not that hard,â he pressed the tip of his cock against your entrance, and pressed his lips against your ear as he whispered. âI just had to stop eating your pussy thanks to you. I missed out on you cumming in my mouth because you still wanna act like a brat. Apologize.â
âFuck you,â you mumbled.
With that, Gojo thrusted into your cunt. He shoved himself in harshly, working his thick cock in until your pussy could adjust to his size.
âSo tightâŚso tight for me,â he moaned. âNo oneâs ever used you like this before?â
Gojo pinned your wrists down once again, giving your mouth another quick swirl of his tongue as he did so, moaning at the taste of you and the feeling of your perfect cunt.
The rise and fall of his hips were sinful. He fucked you at a harsh, steady rhythm, the sound of skin slapping against skin blending in with the rustling wind.
You were filled with shame. You had brought Gojo to these woods to kill him, and instead, he was fucking you like an animal. And you were moaning like a slut.
âYouâre so angry. Why?â Gojo whispered into your ear, his thrusts never slowing. âDid you just need a good fucking, baby? Is that it? Just needed someone to fuck you hard?â
âPlease, Gojo,â you mumbled. âPleaseâŚâ
Sweat was pooling across your forehead. His cock filled you up in ways you didnât even think were possible, and with every thrust, you were becoming undone. He fucked away every thought, and every desire for anything that wasnât his cock.
âPoor baby,â he cooed, followed by a groan of his own. âJust need someone to make you cum. Isnât that right?â
âPleaseâŚâ you said pathetically. âPlease make me cum. Iâm sorryâŚso sorry.â
âSorry for what?â He released your wrists, gripping your hips.
âFor trying to kill you. I-Iâm so sorry, I canâtâŚPlease let me cum, Gojo.â You babbled on and on.
âSuch a good girl. Now was that so hard?â He smirked.
As his fingers pressed into your hips, he held you down, drilling his cock in and out of you. He didnât bother holding back his own moans. He tossed his head back.
âOh, fuck.â He moaned deliciously. âTake that dick and cum, baby. Cum on my cock. Cum on my fucking cock right now.â
And with that, and a few more thrusts, your juices squirted along his length. Your orgasm triggered his own. A wave of pleasure flooded him, his throbbing cock filled your insides with loads of his pearly cum. Your cunt felt amazing, squeezing him and milking him until his body was numb, arms trembling as broken moans escaped him. He truthfully never wanted to stop cumming, and his dick twitched and throbbed inside of you as it begged for more.
Even as he kissed you again, your tongues flicking against each other as you both moaned, he continued to cum into your pussy.
It took a minute for you both to catch your breaths. When he climbed off of you, you reached for your clothes. However, his hand grabbed yours, stopping your movements.
âSorry, but weâre not done.â He stood up. Suddenly, his hand gripped the back of your head.
âI know you apologized, but I never said that I forgive you, baby.â As he gave his cock a few strokes, he lined his tip up with your awaiting mouth. âSuck my dick. When I cum, swallow it. Then, maybe, Iâll forgive you for trying to kill me. Alright?â
You nodded.
He shoved himself inside of your warm mouth, tossing his head back with a grunt. As he started to buck his hips, repeatedly moaning, âthatâs it. Just like that, baby,â as he fucked your throat, you couldnât help but rethink your old rules.
Holding your head still as he shot his load down your throat, keeping his cock in your mouth until you swallowed it all, you figured that, perhaps, you only needed to live by one rule.
Never try to kill Satoru Gojo.
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⥠â SUMMARY: gojo wants to secretly hook up with you although youâre his rival, as well as a teacher and sorcerer from the sister-school in kyoto.
⥠â CONTENT: 18+ only || mdni â smut, outdoor, fingering, stroking, bickering, oral m! receiving, & fluff.
⥠â WC: 2.3K
⥠â A/N: I would let this man rob me btw (:
âIf weâre going to fuck, we better do it now.â
âHush, Satoru! Thatâs not appropriate.â
âAnd why not?âÂ
Satoruâs lips were pressed against your ear as he spoke. Those large hands of his â which were previously in his pocket â snaked around your body, and he grabbed your ass with little care regarding who might have seen him.
âI know you want to. Donât we always fuck before the exchange event? Why so shy this year?â
Slowly, the white-haired man trailed his lips down your neck, leaving soft, gentle kisses.
âBecause,â you mumbled. âI think itâs bad luck. My schoolâs competing against yours. Our students are gonna fight each other, and yet, their teachers have the nerve to fuck in secret? Itâs disgraceful.â
A smile spread across Satoruâs gorgeous face, and he simply ignored your words.
After all, you said the same thing every year; you would go on and on about how much trouble you both could get into with the higher-ups for engaging in sexual activities with one another.Â
You were both honorable teachers, both from different schools â you worked at the sister-school in Kyoto, whereas Satoru worked for the school in Tokyo.Â
Not only that, but you were both in an unofficial competition with each other. Not only were you both hoping for your students to win each year, but you wanted to outdo each other as well.Â
Strength meant nothing in the hands of someone irresponsible and lazy â that was your belief, at least.Â
And Satoru believed that being too responsible and overworked was no way to live.
So, all year long, youâd keep track of how well your students were doing, how many curses you both exercised, and who attended the most meetings â and who showed up on time.Â
But, eventually, competing against your natural-born rival started to become a bore.Â
That was when the fucking started.
Whenever the exchange event rolled around annually, you and Satoru would find a secluded place on campus to be together before the event officially started.Â
You only saw each other once a year, too.
No more, no less.
Just one little hookup in a random storage closet â or bathroom, or empty classroom â and never again until next year.
And, like clockwork, pitiful whines and groans would fall from your lips as youâd ramble about how wrong it was, and yet, an hour later, youâd be the one riding his dick and begging for more.
âHush, and letâs go already. We only get to do this once a year, so quit wasting time,â Satoru pressed a kiss against your jaw. âAre you being so whiny because my students won last year? Is that it? And you think itâs because you let me cum inside of-â
âSatoru!â Your eyes widened a bit as you interrupted his filthy words. âSomeoneâs gonna hear you, and then weâll both-â
Suddenly, Satoru covered your mouth with his hand.
âShut up,â he said playfully.Â
Once again, Satoruâs lips returned to the sweet skin on your neck, and he started to softly suck, moaning as he did so.Â
His tongue graced a sensitive spot right below your jaw. When he focused his attention right there, sucking in one spot instead of trailing his mouth up and down the length of your neck, you couldnât help but moan.Â
It was muffled thanks to his hand, of course, but even so, feeling your warm breath against his hand made him suck even harder until a hickey formed â one youâd complain about trying to hide later on.Â
Satoruâs other hand started to play with the button on your pants. He didnât care if you were both outside, standing underneath a tree, risking your careers and reputations.
First, he played with the top of your underwear, refusing to lower his hand to the spot where you really needed him.Â
You groaned in frustration.
With a cocky smile, Satoru removed his hand from your mouth and said, âSomething wrong?â
âWe donât have time for you to tease me like this. If youâre going to do something, get on with it already.âÂ
âReally? Now you wanna rush me?â He started to dip his fingers into your underwear. âI donât think a needy brat like you has the right to order me around. Iâll listen to you when your curse kill count is as high as mine. Until then, Iâm gonna do whatever I want with you whenever I want to.â
You wanted to snap at him, toss out some sort of witty remark, but as soon as Satoru spoke those aggravating words, his long fingers suddenly â or, rather, finally â  made their way to your awaiting clit.
He held your pussy lips open with his fingers, and slowly, he drew circles around your sensitive button.Â
Moaning softly, you gripped his arm. He couldnât help but smash his lips against yours. You were just too cute.Â
He increased the speed at which he rubbed your clit. Your moans grew louder even though they were muffled by Satoruâs tongue swirling around yours.
The white-haired man pulled away with a soft moan falling from between his buttery lips.
âTell me,â he paused. âDo you think youâll be exiled from the jujutsu sorcerer society if they catch us?â
âOf course, I will,â you frowned. âAnd you will too.â
âProbably, but that wouldnât be so bad, would it?â Satoru gripped your hair and pressed his lips against your ear. âI can take care of you, sweetheart. I doubt the higher-ups will miss having a weak sorcerer like you around anyway.â
âGo to hell.â
Satoru laughed a bit. He softly licked your ear, and the little noise that erupted from your throat made his heart skip a beat.
He was well aware that he was falling in love with you; there was nothing he could do about it.
âIâm just messing around, calm down,â he said.
âYouâre being rude,â your frown deepened, and Satoru kissed your cheek.
âIâm sorry,â he dragged his fingers from your clit to your hole. âLet me make it up to you, okay?â
Slowly, he pushed two fingers in. The loud, unholy moan he elicited from you made you cover your mouth with your own hand and glance around in search of any prying eyes.
âRelax. No oneâs around, I promise.â Satoru tried to sound calm and collected, but truth be told, your juices were soaking his fingers as he pumped them in and out of you.
Your uncontrollable moans made his dick harden against the fabric of his pants.
You were driving him crazy.
He pressed his clothed cock against your body, needing to feel something â anything â and he started to grind against your side.
It was funny. How desperate he was to fuck you. Touch your body in any sort of way.
And yet, he also wanted more.
Not in terms of you riding his cock or letting him lick at your clit â all of which he enjoyed, of course â but he also desired other things as well.
Some nights, after stroking his cock underneath his bedsheets as he thought about your annual hookup, heâd roll over onto his side, lay his head against his pillow, and daydream about what it would be like to go on a little date with you to a local coffee shop, and sip on lattes and cappuccinos while complaining about the stale pastries and getting to know each other.
Or, as he drifted off to sleep, heâd think about going to watch that brand new movie hitting the theaters that weekend with you. Two sodas. One bucket of popcorn to be shared. Heâd let you hold it and cover it with as much salty butter as you wanted. Â
He thought about all the other things too.
Not your curse kill count or the rankings of your students, but what your favorite color might have been, or if you liked to shower at night or in the morning. If you enjoyed the rain. What career path you would have taken if curses didnât exist.Â
He wanted to know it all, but he couldnât.Â
Because those details were only shared between lovers, not rivals with benefits.
âWait,â you suddenly said.Â
Sliding your hand in between your bodies, you cupped Gojoâs dick through his pants, and slowly, you rubbed your fingers and palm over his bulge.
âShit,â he groaned softly.
Satoru increased his fingering speed, curling those long fingers of his just right.Â
You put your hand down his pants.
Feeling your soft fingertips against his actual dick made Satoru gasp in pleasure, and when you started to stroke him â god, was he ready to cum into his own pants.
âWeâre having a little competition right now, huh? See who cums first?â Satoru said breathlessly.
âNot . . . fair,â you paused, as his fingering technique was starting to take away your ability to think properly enough to form coherent sentences. You could only think about cumming all over his fingers. âYou had a head start.â
âSpeaking of head,â Satoru paused â he could hardly catch his breath. âIf I win and I make you cum first, how about you get on your knees for me and suck my cock?â
Naturally, if you won, heâd eat you out until his mouth and tongue would never forget the taste of you, but truth be told, you were both winning either way.
At this point, you could barely focus on what the man was saying. No words fell from between your lips, only soft moans.
The rhythm in which you stroked Satoruâs cock had started to grow sloppy, while your thighs had begun to shake.
âDamn it, Iâm-â you were interrupted by Satoru kissing you once again.
He couldnât explain it, but he loved having his tongue down your throat whenever youâd cum, giving himself the privilege of swallowing every single beautiful noise you made.
Satoru fingered you roughly and deliciously as you moaned into his mouth. As you came all over his hand, he sucked on your tongue before pulling away.
Pulling his fingers out of you, Satoru raised his soaked hand to his mouth and licked them off.
âThatâs nasty,â you glanced away shyly.Â
âYou just donât know how good you taste,â he started to pull down his pants. âIâm kinda sad that I won because your pussy is just fucking delicious. Now get on your knees.â
You lowered yourself onto the grass. As Satoru gripped your head and started to thrust in and out of your warm mouth, he tossed his head back, moaning.
He wanted to fuck your throat for hours and hours, cum into your mouth repeatedly until his body was incapable of producing anymore. Then, he would eat your pussy for as long as he could before fucking you in every position he could think of.Â
Thatâs what he wanted.Â
But he couldnât.
You were both already running late. Everyone else must have been waiting in the spectating room for you both to arrive.Â
With that knowledge, he bucked his hips wildly, chasing his own release as soon as possible.
âIâm gonna cum, baby,â He moaned. âSwallow all of it for me . . . every last drop.â
His heavy load sprayed down your throat as if it belonged there, and the sound of Satoruâs lovely moans eased any difficulty you might have had with swallowing it all.
To hear him make those noises, even if he was your rival, made you also wish that you could stay on your knees and suck his cock for hours.
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, and he pulled his dick out of your mouth and helped you onto your feet.
âIâm afraid thatâs all the time we have this year,â you said, wiping off your lips with the back of your hand. âItâs been fun.â
You gave him a pleasant smile, signaling your goodbye, and turned away, getting ready to head to the spectating room and watch the exchange event.
Satoru would surely join you in a few minutes â arriving separately would ease any suspicions â and afterward, youâd both pretend that your relationship amounted to nothing except professional, friendly competition.
Satoru suddenly wrapped his hand around your wrist, halting your footsteps.
âWait,â he said. His tone was rather serious.
You turned around, looking into his eyes, and staring back at you was a look of complete nervousness; it was an expression that you had never seen grace Satoruâs face.
âWhatâs wrong?â You questioned. âWeâre going to be late.â
âI was just thinking . . .â His eyes flicked down to his feet, then back up at you. His cheeks were turning pink.Â
At that moment, you realized that despite his outrageously big ego, handsome appearance, incredible power, and sinful dirty talk, Satoru Gojo was shy.Â
âThereâs no reason why we should only see each other once a year.â
âHm?â You raised your eyebrows. âYou wanna hook up more often than that? Wonât that raise the risk of getting caught?â
âYes-well, no . . . I mean, I donât really care what we do, I just wanna see you.â Satoru paused. âThereâs no written rule that says two teachers from the sister schools canât date or hook up. Maybe weâd get in trouble for doing it during the exchange event, but if we went to the cafe down the street together around noon this Saturday, I think itâll be fine.â
âYou want to go out with me?â You gave him a look of surprise, but then, the corners of your lips fell into a frown as you furrowed your brows. âThis isnât a prank, is it?â
âNo, not a prank. Iâm being serious.â
You slowly started to smile. At the sight of your pretty grin, Satoru smiled as well.
âIâd love to,â you said.
Satoruâs heart skipped a beat. His grin widened as he cleared his throat, attempting to keep his cool and failing miserably.
âOkay . . . okay, great. Well . . . you better start heading back. Iâll come in after you.â
With a nod, you walked off.Â
Satoru fell back against the nearby tree, pressing his hand to his head as his heart pounded and fluttered.Â
Nothing could wipe that grin off of his face, nor wash away that rose pink color decorating his cheeks.
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đđđ while heâs in the middle of fucking you and covers your eyes with it instead.
He does it when heâs about to cum and he knows itâs going to be a powerful orgasm â a load so heavy that it seems like heâll never stop cumming â and he doesnât want you to see him lose control.
âIâm soâŚIâm so close,â he grunts. âI canât hold it, baby. I canât.â
He gets so embarrassed over the way he canât even hold his body up anymore, despite being the worldâs strongest sorcerer. Right now, with your pussy milking him like this, heâs nothing more than a trembling, moaning mess, his body pressed against yours as his shaky breaths pat against your face.
Beads of sweat start to coat his forehead, and his own loud, uncontrollable moans make his cheeks and ears turn red.
But he doesnât stop thrusting in and out of you â not until he finishes deeply inside.
However, he doesnât take the blindfold off of you just yet. Sorry, but he likes your cluelessness; the way you have no idea that heâs lowering his head in between your thighs until he starts to suddenly suck on your clit, and moaning as he does so.
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âI love you, I love you, I love you . . . God, I love you.â
Affectionate blabbering continued to spill out from between Satoru Gojoâs lips as he enjoyed the uncontrollable pleasure that came with being ridden by you, his greatest enemy.
Satoruâs striking blue eyes rolled to the back of his head. His messy white hair stuck to the thin layer of sweat gracing his forehead, and with a sweet moan falling from between his glistening lips, he tossed his head back against the headboard.
âI love you, baby . . . Please donât stop. Just keep riding me, okay? Iâm so close . . .â
Those large hands of his moved away from your hips. He gripped your ass as a quiet whimper escaped from his dry throat.
âYou love me, Satoru?â You smirked devilishly, continuing to ride his big cock with great expertise.
âYes,â his hard dick twitched inside of you. âI love you so much, baby. Keep fucking me.â
âIs the worldâs strongest sorcerer about to cum inside of me?â You ran your manicured fingers through his hair, gripping it just a bit â just enough to make him whimper yet again. âHow pathetic.â
Satoru curled his toes, groaning.
Here he was, nearing a powerful orgasm, getting ready to shoot his load inside of the very person he was in a deadly fight with five hours ago.
âYour pussy feels too good,â Satoruâs pretty eyelids fluttered closed. âI canât hold it much longer, baby . . . too much . . . Ah!â
With a sharp inhale, Satoru bucked his hips up, meeting your rhythmic thrusts with his own delirious pace as he started to cum.
His broken moans were loud. He gripped your skin hard enough to leave gentle bruises along your ass cheeks as he sunk you down on his cock, his heavy-lidded eyes watching his dick disappear inside of you inch by inch.
He pumped out every bit of cream within him, ropes and ropes of pearly white cum spewing inside of you.
His pale, flushed cheeks reddened.
âIâm sorry,â he moaned weakly, referring to the seemingly neverending spurts of cum stuffing your hole.
Leaning forward, you kissed his pouty lips.
âI told you there was more than one way to defeat you,â you whispered, feeling his warm breath unsteadily pat against your face. âI win.â
Suddenly, the exhausted man wrapped his arm around your waist, hooked his other hand underneath your knee, and swiftly flipped you onto your back.
Then, he pinned your wrists down against the mattress with his large hands as you squirmed underneath him.
Satoru leaned down and kissed you deeply, swirling his wet tongue around yours, not bothering to hold back any of his moans.
When he pulled away, a string of spit falling from your previously connected lips, he said, âSorry, but you havenât defeated me yet. All you did was get me warmed up.â
Satoru started to buck his hips, fucking your creamy hole as he spoke.
âI plan on fucking you all night long, sweetheart. Itâs what you get for trying to kill me earlier, and for thinking you could defeat me by making me cum just once. So just lay there and take it for me, do you understand?â
After giving him an obedient nod, your enemy quickened his thrusting speed, and before you knew it, you were shouting his name like a prayer, digging your nails into his back, experiencing the first of the several orgasms he would put you through tonight.
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finally getting to ride cowboy! izukuâs cock for the first time, bouncing desperately in his lap while he sits back and watches. the shit-eating grin on his face, those boyish dimples, his sun-kissed skin scattered with freckles⌠god heâs a sight to see, a sinful one that might have you coming undone without much resistance. heâs filling you up so nicely, worn hands smoothing over your hips as you worked out your thighs for all they were worth. the burn was worth it, getting to hear him praise you with that honey-suckle sweet southern drawl, breathy and wrecked. even though he was smug, he was clearly feeling it too. his chest was heaving, an angelic blush warmed his cheeks.
his emerald eyes seemed to flicker between the bounce of your breasts and the wanton expression plastered on your face. damn, you were pretty. you were taking him like a champ, even when his hips started to buck up to meet yours. your ride felt more like you were trying to last on the back of a bronco, or maybe a bull, your palms slapping down on izuâs chest to steady yourself.
âthatâs it sweetness, lookinâ like a pro up there,â he hummed through a clenched jaw, sending a slap to your ass that echoed through the empty hayloft.
âthat feel good? you like ridinâ my cock?,â he cooed, and when you didnât answer he continued, âyeah you do. my little buckle bunny, hm? youâre missinâ somethinâ.â
he eased you to a slow grind, tipping his large cowboy hat from his head and placing it upon your own. Warmth settled in your gut, and you were far too debauched to think properly, but you still managed to tip it towards him as he would when he greeted someone.
âAttaâ girl. Go on, show me how you want it.â
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đđđđ đđđđ đđ ŕą¨ŕ§ Ë ŕŁŞâš S. GOJO
summary. after a company dinner, satoru asks something of you. something you donât see coming.
tags. smut, established relationship, femdom sort of, come eating, sub!gojo, humiliation, praise, unexpected mommy kink. 1.5k wc.
note. re-upload from two years ago. itâs not the best writing, but I wanted this fic on my new account. <3
Nothing couldâve ever prepared you for the position youâre in, and you shouldâve known better. Shouldâve known better than to think Satoru could no longer surprise you. Heâs the most unpredictable person youâve ever met, and youâre sure youâre spending the rest of your life with him. Youâve never felt that for any relationship youâve had, but as you look down at him, youâre certain.
This is the handsome man youâll marry.
âY-you sure?â you stammered, playing with the hem of your mini cocktail dress.
His words add a heavy weight to your new heels, smooth and shiny black with a red bottom. They accentuated your bare legs, and now you understood just why Satoru was so insistent on you wearing them tonight. Why he was so impatient throughout the company dinner.
âYeah,â he sighed, squirming in anticipation as he kneels before you. If anyone could see this powerful man asking this of you while on his knees, youâre not sure what theyâd think.
Your eyes trailed down his body. His soft white button up is half undone, exposing his flushed chest. Thereâs a slight flash of his nipple piercings. The black slacks are stretched over his toned legs, thighs wide and cock tenting in the tight fabric. The bulge is big, making you bite your lip as you think about how it feels fucking inside of you. And he wants you toâŚ
âDo it, step on me.â Satoru urges, leaning forward slightly to nuzzle against your belly. He looks up at you with his chin against your lower belly, pleading with his morning star eyes. âWhy do you think I bought those pretty shoes for you? Iâve been thinking about this all night, baby. Please.â
Satoru likes spoiling youâit's been the case since the beginning of your relationship. Even before then. Not just with material things, either. He spoils you with his love and affection; the man is practically whipped, hanging off your every word. You have him wrapped around your finger. So shouldnât you indulge him as well? He deserves to have his desires granted after all he's done for you.
With a bite to your lip and a shaky nod, you trace the bulge lightly with the toe box of your shoe. Satoru is very sensitive, so you add little pressure out of fear of hurting him. Instead, the opposite happens. You watch as his eyelids flutter shut, white lashes kissing the high of his cheekbones. How his breath begins to quicken at this featherlight touchâso light that you donât even feel it.
Satoru's lips part with a rough groan, sounding all too pleased. âYeah, fuck. Just like that.â
Heâs so wanton that it makes your face heat up in embarrassment. Never did you think that heâd be into something like thisâŚvery into it by the looks of it. He lifts his hips up, blindly reaching for more friction against your shoe. Did heâhe wants it harder? Does he want it to hurt? Based on his attempts to buck up against you made your palms clammy. Made you itch for something you never knew you would.
You pulled the tip of your shoe away from his clothed erection, feeling yourself get aroused at the sound of his whine at the loss. âStop that.â you scold suddenly, reaching to run your fingers through his styled white hair and pull his head back, making him look up at you. He does so with a light hiss, glassy blue eyes opening in surprise at the unexpected rough treatment. âDonât get greedy, or else Iâll stop. Got it?â
Even though your voice was unsteadyâhesitant in the role youâre taking, Satoru was greatly affected by it. His eyes glazed over fully in arousal, cheeks reddening in shame as he sucked on his lower lip. He looked good like that. Now that the shock was wearing off and you were gaining rhythm, you began to notice how wet you were getting. Your cunt felt slick and hot.
Satoru began nodding in obedience, looking like an eager puppy. âIâm sorry,â he pouted, chest beginning to rise a little quicker. âDonât stop, donât stop. Please. Iâll be goodâŚâ
You cursed under your breath.
With a gulp, you released your hold on his hair. âGood,â you smile sweetly, pressing against his cock again. This time you used the sole of your heels, actually feeling something under you as you applied more pressure. You relished in Satoru cursing and moaning at the pressure against his erection. âSee what happens when youâre a good boy for me?â
Satoru leaned in to leave a few messy kisses against your navel in appreciation. He was starting to look pathetic.
It was so hot.
As you began to rub up and down his cock, he pulled away from you to look down at your elegant heels stepping on him. You did your best to mimic the strokes youâd do with your hands, but it seemed even your inexperienced technique was enough for Satoru. A wet patch formed over his slacks after a while, and he moaned in shame at the sight of it.
Yet he didnât tell you to stop, making you realize that heâs getting off on the humiliation.
âDoes it hurt?â you mumble, releasing a bit of pressure. You watch as Satoruâs hands twitch and clench at his sides, wondering how much more he can take.
He doesnât answer you at first, so you pull on his hair and shake his head a little to snap him out of it. âSorryâŚyesâshit. It hurts,â he whimpers, licking his bitten cherry lips. His thighs spread a bit wider as he slowly loses what little composure he has left. âI love it. Give me more, fuck. Do it harder please.â
This time, when he begins to buck against your shoe, you donât stop him. This time, you indulge him and step down fully on his dick. Youâre practically soaking through your underwear, and you want nothing more than to rub at your pussy until you gush all over Satoruâs face. But the rush of power stops you, it disciplines you into a patience you didnât think you possessed.
Youâre not sure how or why, but you know that maintaining a composed demeanor as Satoru unravels is what he wants. It adds to the shame heâs feeling, that heâs getting off on something so desperate while youâre unflustered.
So you continue, you press your thousand dollar heels on Satoruâs dick and squeeze hard against it with the entire sole. Youâve been so good at your role the entire time, but you finally crack when you release a gasp and whimper at the sight before you.
Satoru is leaning back on his hands now, sobbing in pain and pleasure, head tipped back as he falls apartâhis adam's apple bobbing. He bites at his fist for a bit, groaning when you pull back.
Your pupils dilate when you see the big wet spot on Satoruâs expensive trousers, a black pool on the dark fabric. Heâs leaking and terribly desperate to comeâcould probably come just from getting his cock stepped on butâŚ
âPlease, please, Iâm sorry!â he sobs in sudden confusion, ready to beg even if he doesnât know why you've stopped. It's an arresting sight, his handsome face ruddy with tears while he begs for forgiveness. It spurs you on to keep it going.
âF-finish yourself off on my leg.â you demand shakily, hoping youâre not asking for too much. All you hope for is that he goes along with it, because itâs all you can think of right now. You want nothing more than to see it. Heâs been such a pathetic mess, so why not end it off like that?
Without a fight, Satoru wraps himself around your leg, and begins to hump against your shin desperately. The weight and your arousal makes your legs feel like jelly, but you remain upright as Satoru fucks against your leg. You hear him unbuckling his belt and you gasp when you feel his hot cock rubbing against your skin.
âIâm gonna come, mommy.â he cuts himself off with a broken groan, still sobbing and drunk with pleasure. âPlease, can I come? Iâm being good?â
Your mind is spinning, and youâre not sure what to think. You havenât been touched or stimulated at all, but you donât remember being so turned on like this. Nothing else matters except the man below you, the love of your life. YourâŚ
âYou have, baby.â you agree, scratching lightly at his scalp the way he likes. He whines. âYouâve been such a good boy for me, Satoru. An adorably pathetic boy, hm?â
âJust for youââm good just for you,â he slurs, losing rhythm as he continues fucking your leg. His strong shoulders shake as he tries to hold back. It seems he's truly waiting for your direction to come. âFuck everyone else, only you.â
There's a brief temptation to edge him and see how long he can last. But you're desperate, too. Satoru will come on command and you have to witness it. âMhm, just me and only me. So come for me, Satoru. Show me how much you love mommy.â
The heady rush of power reaches an unbeatable high as Satoru sloppily continues fucking your leg until he lets out a loud groan, spilling over your shin. You breathe out shakily as you feel his hot come running down to your ankle, and Satoru is muttering praises at you.
As he comes down from his high, he looks up at you with adoration in his baby blue eyes. Heâs so handsome and charming, body broad and strong. Yet here he is, getting off on his dick being stepped on by your heels and fucking your leg like a pervert. Not only that, but as you look down at your leg, you donât recall him ever coming so much. Your eyes gaze at the clearish sticky come for a few seconds before words spill out of your mouth.
âClean up your mess,â you order, sticking your messy leg out slightly.
And he does. Fuck, he does. Satoru leans down to lay his tongue flat against your leg, lapping up his own come off of your soft skin.
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Based on Eloguentmoon's Romantic Confessions prompt #12
âYou are all I can think about.âÂ
Summary: Satoru can't sleep, and it's all your fault
CW: Slightly suggestive
A/N: I wrote this way too fast, not sure I like it but the brain rot is getting to me (Not proofread). Also would love to have someone to Beta read/edit since I can never bring myself to do that haha, so if anyone is interested message me!
Satoruâs alarm blares through the otherwise quiet morning air, and he canât be bothered to jump in surprise despite its ear-grating volume. With a groan, he swings his arm over to slap at his phone a few times, somehow effectively turning off the alarm before reaching up to drag his hand across his face and rubbing the grit from his sunken eyes. He sits upright, his head sagging slightly, his feet haphazardly placed on the ground, and he is staring at his wall, trying to gain the motivation to hoist himself from the bed. He doesnât notice when his eyes droop and his hands fall limp at his side until heâs startled from his partial sleep by obnoxiously loud music wafting in from your shared bathroom down the hall. He curses before standing up and shuffling his way to the bathroom. Standing in the hallway, he looks at you through the mirror as you brush your teeth, getting toothpaste all over your cheeks before glancing up at him and smiling through your toothbrush.Â
âSo youâre why these counters are always so dirty, huh? Knew it wasnât me,â Satoru chuckles to himself while you spit the foam into the sink, effectively spraying the entire bowl.Â
You turn to face him fully, hands on your hips like some kind of angry cartoon character. âYouâre so full of it, Gojo. You get toothpaste all over the mirror. Just the other day, I watched you wipe hair gel on the counter, too.âÂ
âDid not, whatever, move. Itâs my turn. I have an exam today, and I canât be late.â He emphasizes his point by lightly shoving you with his shoulder before reaching for his toothbrush. With a grumble and a subtle stomp, you push into his side, reaching for the water cup.Â
âIt's not my fault you slept in, loser.â You make a point of sticking your tongue out at him in the mirror before filling your cup and swishing your mouth out. Satoru reaches over your hand to grab the capless toothpaste before placing some onto his toothbrush and bringing it to his mouth.Â
âIt's not my fault I was up all night either,â he mumbles through his toothbrush, lazily swiping at his pearly whites while glaring daggers into you through the mirror as you begin to brush out your hair.Â
âI fail to see how thatâs my fault. You didnât have to stay up and movie marathon with meâŚcould have gone to bed at any point.â You elbow him slightly while yanking at a particularly gruesome knot in your hair and fail to notice the slight blush that covers his cheeks at your statement. Youâre right; he didnât have to stay up, but when he thinks back to last night, having you curled up to his side, head resting on his shoulder while you make the softest snoring noise, he canât help but think that heâd do it again in a heartbeat.Â
âYeah, right, you woulda cried like a baby if I said no. Canât make it through a jump scare without crying about it,â he giggles to himself before ruffling your hair, effectively undoing your progress, and sliding out of the bathroom before you could yell at him.Â
He clicks the door shut and rubs his eyes again. God, he was so lovesick, literally.Â
The exhaustion from staying up late with you made him feel awful. His eyes were egregiously sunken in, his skin paler than usual, and his stomach twisted in knots. He couldnât focus while studying, his mind always wandering to you; he wondered what you were up to, what movies you might watch tonight, and if you ended up texting that frat guy back. He thought about how cute you looked in his shirt, washing the dishes while you bitched about it not being his day to do laundry; honestly, he wasnât paying attention. How could he when you were standing there, engulfed in his shirt, the late sun highlighting your profile perfectly, the back of your plush thighs staring at him, begging to be squeezed?Â
After you fell asleep against him during your now nightly movie binges, he found himself tossing and turning in his bed, unable to sleep while visions of you flashed through his mind repeatedly. Thinking of your hands on his thigh haphazardly as the tiny breaths you puffed out tickled his neck, your chest unknowingly squished into his arm so he could feel the slow rise and fall of your chestânothing like his own erratic breaths as he tried desperately to keep his attention on whatever movie was playing. When heâd tuck you into your bed after you fell asleep, sometimes he couldnât help but sit and watch you as you slept so peacefully, unaware of his presence, your hair falling around your face and your arms tucked close to your chin. He knows how creepy that sounds, but he was frankly lovesick, like he said.Â
After dragging his palms down his face, he pushes himself from the door with a newfound determination to just get today over with. He throws on a hoodie before glancing at himself in the mirror. He looked like shit. He stops for a moment and contemplates doing his hair or even throwing on jeans to try and feel more like himself, but even reaching his arms up to his head makes him feel exhausted, so with a groan, he throws on a beanie and decides not to think about it.Â
When he makes his way to the front door, heâs met with you, tipped over in a skirt, trying to pull on your shoes; the back of your skirt is riding up, nearly exposing your panties to him.Â
âGojo?â You must have felt him staring, and he felt his face heat up in response.Â
He gulps the shakiness in his voice down before speaking, âYeah?â
âDo you want to walk to class together today?â you stand up to your full height now, and he canât help but give you a once over; he looks like a bum next to you, âI have a presentation today, so I figured I should show up a little early.â You offer him a smile as you pull a coat on, trapping your hair underneath it.Â
Almost on instinct, he steps towards you and pulls the hair out from your coat, noticing how good you smell when he drops the locks down to your shoulders, âSure, but I gotta be quick, canât miss another exam, or Iâm fucked, think you can keep up?â He chuckles lightly before swinging his bag over his shoulders and peering down at you.Â
âThatâs a pretty high demand, considering your legs are so freakishly long, but Iâll try.â you let out a breathy laugh before grabbing your bag and reaching for the door.Â
Satoru slips his shoes on and follows you into the crisp morning air.Â
âI mean this in the nicest way possible, but you look like shit.â You say while looking him over once and taking in his slightly disheveled appearance. Really, he didnât look much different than every other overworked college student, but he didnât look like Gojo. He always wore something bordering on too nice for school, dress pants or jeans and a button-up shirt of some kind, never sweat pants and a hoodie.
He scoffed, kicking at rocks on the sidewalk, âSo you wore something nice once, and now Iâm the bum? Jeez, thatâs unfair.âÂ
âRude, first of all, I look cute in my sweats, Iâll have you know; secondly, itâs justâŚweird, you hate leaving your hair down and have told me on several occasions that you canât stand the way it gets in your eyes, but also you just look sick, are you sleeping okay?â You spare him a glance before looking down towards your shoes, your voice growing a little quieter, âYou really donât have to stay up with me, yaknow?â
âNo,â he stammers out a bit too fast for his liking, slowing his pace a little to look at you entirely, âI mean, thatâs not it, I justâŚhave a lot on my mind yaknow? Termâs almost over so Iâll be able to sleep all I want soon, and Iâll be back to annoying the shit outta you donât worryâ he lets out a hearty laugh at his last statement. You seem to perk up a little at this statement as if you were really worried about him.Â
The rest of the day drags on forever. He falls asleep in his last class, not stirring, even when his classmates hurriedly stuff their belongings into their bags. He lies there blissfully unaware of the world around him. That is until heâs jolted back to reality by a delicate hand pushing his hair away from his eyes. Groggy and unsure, he looks up to see you through the stubborn sleep in his eyes. You look upset, brows furrowed, and a hand on your hip while you lean down to be at eye level with him.Â
âThatâs it, youâre grounded, Mr.â you huff out before pushing his shoulder in an attempt to get him to move from his place on the desk.Â
âWho the fuckâr you to ground me?â he mutters out, slowly making his way to stand before offering you an indignant look.Â
âAt this rate, Iâm starting to think Iâm your mother,â you state before reaching down to grab his bag, but he swats your hand away, slinging it over his shoulder haphazardly.Â
âDonât need you to baby me, âm grown yaknow?â he speaks through a yawn while stretching out his obscenely lanky body, showing off just the tiny bit of midriff, causing you to avert your eyes with a light flush to your cheeks, but this goes unnoticed by Satoruâs hazy mind.Â
âAt this rate, Iâm afraid youâll fall asleep in traffic,â you grumble out, tagging behind him as he slowly trudges out to the parking lot. He trips over his own feet a bit, his exhaustion weighing on him like a ton of bricks, swaying slightly, blinking repeatedly in an effort to keep himself awake and upright, blue eyes burning from the afternoon sun. Your smaller frame, keeping pace with him, easily draws a look of concern on your features before you throw his arm over your shoulder in an effort to keep him walking straight. He recedes further into his hood in an effort to hide the blush creeping across his face. Your smaller frame does little to keep him upright; heâs certain that if he were to collapse right now, heâd take you both out, but he keeps this thought to himself, not wanting you to let go of him. He pulls you ever so slightly closer to him, nerves alive at the feel of your small hand on his back despite the copious layers between you.Â
You walk home the rest of the way in silence, only letting go of him when you breach the front door of your shared apartment, where Satoru drops his bag at the door with a dramatic thud before sulking over to the couch throwing himself across the couch and reaching for the remote, absentmindedly scrolling through Netflix.Â
âWhat do you think youâre doing?â you snap out before striding over to him, snatching the remote from his hands and moving to the edge of the couch before yanking his shoes off, halfheartedly tossing them in front of the door.Â
âWell, I was looking for a movie, grump ass,â Satoru mumbles pulling his feet closer to himself in embarrassment.Â
âNope, I said youâre grounded, go get in your bed,â You really were starting to sound like his mom at this rate.Â
He looks up at you, absolutely flabbergasted, mouth opening and closing as he tries to find the words to tell you just how insane you sound.Â
âGojo, you canât hardly stand up straight, you look like shit, and pretty soon your grades are gonna start droppingâŚâ You bark out before looking meek, fiddling with a stray thread on the arm of the couch to avoid his gaze before continuing, âIâm worried about you. Whatâs going on?â you look up at him with probably the most adorable look on your face and heâs not sure why, but he crumbles on the spot, heâll blame the lack of sleep later if this goes poorly for him.
 Folding his arms under his chin, letting his eyes fall closed he mumbles, âItâs your fault anyways,â silently praying you dont hear him but of course you do.Â
âHow is this my fault?â you bark out with offense, âYouâre the one choosing to stay up, besides I know you stay up after you put me to bed.âÂ
At this, his eyes shoot up, and his face goes beat red. Have you heard him? Oh god, he wishes the floor would swallow him whole at the thought alone. You knew he put you to bed, too? Obviously, you didnât think you teleported to your bed, but why didnât you say anything? His heart was in his throat, and his eyes began to sting. This was definitely the exhaustion. He buries his face deeper into the couch, hoping to avoid whatever this is, but of course, you saunter around the couch and crouch down to his level, pushing his hair back with a tentative hand.Â
âGojoâŚplease, just tell me whatâs wrong, I canât stand to see you like thisâŚâ your voice barely above a whisper. He mumbles into the couch, tucking his head impossibly further into the cushions.Â
âWhat?â You lean in impossibly closer, and he feels dizzy. God, why were you like this?
His head shoots up from the couch, allowing you too see just how red his face is, blue eyes determined and brows trained down in anger.Â
âYouâre all I can fucking think about, and itâs killing me!â He huffs out in a single breath. Your eyes go wide, and you bring your hand closer to your chest, leaning back on your heels and putting distance between you two.Â
When you speak, your voice is shaky and barely audible, âI-Iâm sorryâŚâ Shit, his jaw goes slack, and he canât seem to find the words when your eyes glitter, threatening to spill over with tears at his sudden outburst.Â
âNo, fuck, I-IâŚItâs not your fault. Iâm sorry, I justâŚâ He reaches out tentatively, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and rubbing soothing circles into your cheek, searching your eyes for the words that might make this better. He lets out a heavy sigh, looking down again, he thinks to himself fuck it. He looks back up at you, gently urging your head closer to his, âYouâre all I can think about. Youâre gonna be the death of me,â he lets out a breathy laugh, âI close my eyes to sleep, and all I can see is your cute little pout begging me to share my snacks, or the way you look first thing in the morning, hair a mess and eyes heavy with sleep, when I read I hear you laugh over and over again, that sweet giggle or the roaring laughter that has you rolling on the floor, I think about how you feel pressed into my side, the way I count your heartbeats to keep myself from freaking out cause Iâm afraid to wake you. God, I think about how you call me Gojo still despite the fact that we live together cause youâre grossly polite; I just canât get you out of my head.â His voice trails off at the end as your silence engulfs him in shame, and he can't bear to look you in the eyes anymore. He moves to pull his hand away from you, ready to rot in his room, never escaping his shame again, but instead, you place your much smaller hand over his; your hand is freezing, but his skin feels like itâs on fire.Â
âI-I donât actually fall asleep on movie nights,â you stutter out and he looks at you brows clenched in confusion. âIâŚI just pretend to sleep so I can get closer to you, a-and that day I stole your shirt? I still had clothes to wear but you left it in my basket and I couldnât help myselfâ you mumble out gaze trained on a loose thread in his hoodie.Â
He looks at you, blinking in confusion before what you said registers, and a devilish smirk makes its way across his features.Â
âYouâre a filthy pervert, huh? Sorry, I never would have pegged you for the creepy roommate.â He lets out a hearty laugh as your face goes beat red.Â
âHey, I know about your underwear collection, Satoru, if you play that game.â It's his turn to feel embarrassed as he reaches his uncannily long arms over the edge of the couch, dragging you over the side and settling you to lay on his chest.Â
âSay that again sweet girl,â he speaks in a whisper brushing your hair back and staring egregiosuly at your lips.Â
âI know about your underwear collection?...Satoru,â You state in a teasing tone, leaning slightly in to his lips.Â
He lets out a breathy chuckle before closing the distance and encompassing your lips in a restrained kiss. You let out the smallest whimper, and his grip tightens around your waist as he begins trying to coax your mouth open for him. He presses you against him, relishing in the way you shiver when his warm hand reaches under your shirt, feather-light touches causing you to squeak into his mouth. He wastes no time tracing the edge of your tongue with his slow and deliberate teasing. You reach into his hair, pulling lightly at his hair before pulling your face away from his, looking into his eyes, and pushing the stray hairs back away from his eyes.Â
âYouâre still grounded; nothing nasty until you sleep, lover boy,â you smile through the words, and Satoru is certain that his heart stopped right then and there.Â
âYeah yeah whatever, going to sleep now,â he says before rolling onto his side, tugging you close to him, burying his nose into your hair, letting his eyes fall closed as his breaths begin to even out, focusing on the way your chest rises and falls against his. For the first time in entirely too long he falls into a deep sleep, clutching tightly to your frame, oh yeah you were in for it when he woke up.Â
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summary. after a company dinner, satoru asks something of you. something you donât see coming.
tags. smut, established relationship, femdom sort of, come eating, sub!gojo, humiliation, praise, unexpected mommy kink. 1.5k wc.
note. re-upload from two years ago. itâs not the best writing, but I wanted this fic on my new account. <3
Nothing couldâve ever prepared you for the position youâre in, and you shouldâve known better. Shouldâve known better than to think Satoru could no longer surprise you. Heâs the most unpredictable person youâve ever met, and youâre sure youâre spending the rest of your life with him. Youâve never felt that for any relationship youâve had, but as you look down at him, youâre certain.
This is the handsome man youâll marry.
âY-you sure?â you stammered, playing with the hem of your mini cocktail dress.
His words add a heavy weight to your new heels, smooth and shiny black with a red bottom. They accentuated your bare legs, and now you understood just why Satoru was so insistent on you wearing them tonight. Why he was so impatient throughout the company dinner.
âYeah,â he sighed, squirming in anticipation as he kneels before you. If anyone could see this powerful man asking this of you while on his knees, youâre not sure what theyâd think.
Your eyes trailed down his body. His soft white button up is half undone, exposing his flushed chest. Thereâs a slight flash of his nipple piercings. The black slacks are stretched over his toned legs, thighs wide and cock tenting in the tight fabric. The bulge is big, making you bite your lip as you think about how it feels fucking inside of you. And he wants you toâŚ
âDo it, step on me.â Satoru urges, leaning forward slightly to nuzzle against your belly. He looks up at you with his chin against your lower belly, pleading with his morning star eyes. âWhy do you think I bought those pretty shoes for you? Iâve been thinking about this all night, baby. Please.â
Satoru likes spoiling youâit's been the case since the beginning of your relationship. Even before then. Not just with material things, either. He spoils you with his love and affection; the man is practically whipped, hanging off your every word. You have him wrapped around your finger. So shouldnât you indulge him as well? He deserves to have his desires granted after all he's done for you.
With a bite to your lip and a shaky nod, you trace the bulge lightly with the toe box of your shoe. Satoru is very sensitive, so you add little pressure out of fear of hurting him. Instead, the opposite happens. You watch as his eyelids flutter shut, white lashes kissing the high of his cheekbones. How his breath begins to quicken at this featherlight touchâso light that you donât even feel it.
Satoru's lips part with a rough groan, sounding all too pleased. âYeah, fuck. Just like that.â
Heâs so wanton that it makes your face heat up in embarrassment. Never did you think that heâd be into something like thisâŚvery into it by the looks of it. He lifts his hips up, blindly reaching for more friction against your shoe. Did heâhe wants it harder? Does he want it to hurt? Based on his attempts to buck up against you made your palms clammy. Made you itch for something you never knew you would.
You pulled the tip of your shoe away from his clothed erection, feeling yourself get aroused at the sound of his whine at the loss. âStop that.â you scold suddenly, reaching to run your fingers through his styled white hair and pull his head back, making him look up at you. He does so with a light hiss, glassy blue eyes opening in surprise at the unexpected rough treatment. âDonât get greedy, or else Iâll stop. Got it?â
Even though your voice was unsteadyâhesitant in the role youâre taking, Satoru was greatly affected by it. His eyes glazed over fully in arousal, cheeks reddening in shame as he sucked on his lower lip. He looked good like that. Now that the shock was wearing off and you were gaining rhythm, you began to notice how wet you were getting. Your cunt felt slick and hot.
Satoru began nodding in obedience, looking like an eager puppy. âIâm sorry,â he pouted, chest beginning to rise a little quicker. âDonât stop, donât stop. Please. Iâll be goodâŚâ
You cursed under your breath.
With a gulp, you released your hold on his hair. âGood,â you smile sweetly, pressing against his cock again. This time you used the sole of your heels, actually feeling something under you as you applied more pressure. You relished in Satoru cursing and moaning at the pressure against his erection. âSee what happens when youâre a good boy for me?â
Satoru leaned in to leave a few messy kisses against your navel in appreciation. He was starting to look pathetic.
It was so hot.
As you began to rub up and down his cock, he pulled away from you to look down at your elegant heels stepping on him. You did your best to mimic the strokes youâd do with your hands, but it seemed even your inexperienced technique was enough for Satoru. A wet patch formed over his slacks after a while, and he moaned in shame at the sight of it.
Yet he didnât tell you to stop, making you realize that heâs getting off on the humiliation.
âDoes it hurt?â you mumble, releasing a bit of pressure. You watch as Satoruâs hands twitch and clench at his sides, wondering how much more he can take.
He doesnât answer you at first, so you pull on his hair and shake his head a little to snap him out of it. âSorryâŚyesâshit. It hurts,â he whimpers, licking his bitten cherry lips. His thighs spread a bit wider as he slowly loses what little composure he has left. âI love it. Give me more, fuck. Do it harder please.â
This time, when he begins to buck against your shoe, you donât stop him. This time, you indulge him and step down fully on his dick. Youâre practically soaking through your underwear, and you want nothing more than to rub at your pussy until you gush all over Satoruâs face. But the rush of power stops you, it disciplines you into a patience you didnât think you possessed.
Youâre not sure how or why, but you know that maintaining a composed demeanor as Satoru unravels is what he wants. It adds to the shame heâs feeling, that heâs getting off on something so desperate while youâre unflustered.
So you continue, you press your thousand dollar heels on Satoruâs dick and squeeze hard against it with the entire sole. Youâve been so good at your role the entire time, but you finally crack when you release a gasp and whimper at the sight before you.
Satoru is leaning back on his hands now, sobbing in pain and pleasure, head tipped back as he falls apartâhis adam's apple bobbing. He bites at his fist for a bit, groaning when you pull back.
Your pupils dilate when you see the big wet spot on Satoruâs expensive trousers, a black pool on the dark fabric. Heâs leaking and terribly desperate to comeâcould probably come just from getting his cock stepped on butâŚ
âPlease, please, Iâm sorry!â he sobs in sudden confusion, ready to beg even if he doesnât know why you've stopped. It's an arresting sight, his handsome face ruddy with tears while he begs for forgiveness. It spurs you on to keep it going.
âF-finish yourself off on my leg.â you demand shakily, hoping youâre not asking for too much. All you hope for is that he goes along with it, because itâs all you can think of right now. You want nothing more than to see it. Heâs been such a pathetic mess, so why not end it off like that?
Without a fight, Satoru wraps himself around your leg, and begins to hump against your shin desperately. The weight and your arousal makes your legs feel like jelly, but you remain upright as Satoru fucks against your leg. You hear him unbuckling his belt and you gasp when you feel his hot cock rubbing against your skin.
âIâm gonna come, mommy.â he cuts himself off with a broken groan, still sobbing and drunk with pleasure. âPlease, can I come? Iâm being good?â
Your mind is spinning, and youâre not sure what to think. You havenât been touched or stimulated at all, but you donât remember being so turned on like this. Nothing else matters except the man below you, the love of your life. YourâŚ
âYou have, baby.â you agree, scratching lightly at his scalp the way he likes. He whines. âYouâve been such a good boy for me, Satoru. An adorably pathetic boy, hm?â
âJust for youââm good just for you,â he slurs, losing rhythm as he continues fucking your leg. His strong shoulders shake as he tries to hold back. It seems he's truly waiting for your direction to come. âFuck everyone else, only you.â
There's a brief temptation to edge him and see how long he can last. But you're desperate, too. Satoru will come on command and you have to witness it. âMhm, just me and only me. So come for me, Satoru. Show me how much you love mommy.â
The heady rush of power reaches an unbeatable high as Satoru sloppily continues fucking your leg until he lets out a loud groan, spilling over your shin. You breathe out shakily as you feel his hot come running down to your ankle, and Satoru is muttering praises at you.
As he comes down from his high, he looks up at you with adoration in his baby blue eyes. Heâs so handsome and charming, body broad and strong. Yet here he is, getting off on his dick being stepped on by your heels and fucking your leg like a pervert. Not only that, but as you look down at your leg, you donât recall him ever coming so much. Your eyes gaze at the clearish sticky come for a few seconds before words spill out of your mouth.
âClean up your mess,â you order, sticking your messy leg out slightly.
And he does. Fuck, he does. Satoru leans down to lay his tongue flat against your leg, lapping up his own come off of your soft skin.
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summary: you can't wait any longer, so you let your older brother's best friend fuck you;
content: nsfw!mdni, suguru is your older brother; doggy, missionary, creampie, praising;
âfuck- satoruâ youâre gasping, your fingers are gripping the sheets as his cock harshly thrusting into you, âbaby, stop whimperingâ his head is bent towards you, and you can feel his gloating smile, âare you my good girl mmm?â he's cooing and youâre nodding, feeling how deep gojo is and he just smirked, âso proud of you, princess.â
you always teased satoru when he came to your house with suguru. you liked to casually walk past them in one of your short outfits, which is why gojo switched his focus of attention to you. and, of course, suguru noticed this by giving him a steely glance, which satoru just grinned at.
every time you looked at him with your angelic smile, he wasn't exactly touched, rather, he wanted to know what was hiding behind it.
his palm made its way and he squeezed your waist without slowing down. you feel his veiny fat cock pounding your soaking walls leaving wet slaps.
âhow do you think suguru will react if he sees us?â he kisses your shoulder, barely biting the skin, you moan and your back is against to his wide chest, âhate you-â gojo just chuckled and sank his cock deeper, causing you to cry out a little, his tip is adjacent to your tight cunt.
satoru grabbed your chin and stifled your moans with a kiss. he feels your fat tears flowing down your cheeks. your mind is not focused on anything except the tension in your lower abdomen.
âyouâre so pretty, babyâ his cock gradually throbs in you, still inexorably shaking your walls. satoru's voice vibrates, feeling you shrink âsomeone's gonna cum?â
âi'm close, satoru, i canâtâ you feel a tingling sensation in your limbs and sigh loudly, succumbing to satoru, who presses you close to him and grunts under his breath, âso good, so goodâ he cum, filling you up to the very edge and loosing his grip on you.
you rolled over on your back, your eyelashes glistening with tears. satoru approaches you, covering your body with his, âmy sugarâ he kisses your neck and before reaching your chest, gojo stumbled and looked at you âwanna feel you againâ you're meowing by moving your hips. your clenching pussy touches his red sensitive tip and he bites his lips.
âif suguru knew what you really are,â he grins, stroking your thigh, âhe would be amazed by you.â gojo spread your thighs and he saw a beautiful sight on your pussy stuffed with his cum. He can't get the idea out of his head that you're so cute looking like that.
âi'm not a childâ your sullenness disappears momentarily when every inch of his cock is pushed into you again, âi see, i seeâ gojo whispers to you, putting his finger to your half-open mouth. you and he heard footsteps and soon a voice calling you.
âhey, what have you been doing in your room for so long?â suguru is talking to you and you see the door handle move.
âdon't come in!-â his cock completely sinks into you, causing you to lose your temper.
âwhat? whatâs going on?â
âi'm-i'm changing!â you can hardly pronounce and cover your mouth with your palm while satoru is stretching into you.
suguru lets go of the door handle in disbelief and leaves, âI'm waiting for you.â you stopped listening to him and completely surrendered to gojo. you already didn't care about anything when his cock hits your pampered and sensitive places perfectly, which makes you breathe shallowly.
âfuck, angel, you're driving me crazy" he grabs you by the hips, frantically and sloppily bumping into you. you sigh softly, casting an innocent glance at satoru with your eyes, savoring the traces of the outgoing ograsm
his muscles are strained to the very limit and every time he penetrated you, his cock was covered with cum, âwait- shit, gonna fill you up againâ he groaned and you dig your nails into his skin, feeling the spreading warmth.
gojo drapes your leg over his shoulder, stroking and kissing it. his voice sounds hoarse, but he still tries to be gentle in front of you.
ânow distract your brother so that i can get out of here alive.â
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