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pinkluvrr · 8 months

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Day 426 of waiting for model hobie to come on home😪

RUNWAY MODEL

PAIRING: hobie brown x fem!reader

GENRE: suggestive, smut

WORD COUNT: 2.9k

WARNINGS: smut, vaginal fingering, choking (fem! and male receiving), vaginal sex, both hobie and reader are switches

AUTHORS NOTE: not proofread cause i’m so tired i can feel my eyes melting

SYNOPSIS: in which hobie brown is a model, and you are his favorite designer

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Hobie walked into your studio nonchalantly with no apparent purpose, like usual. The day had been long and he was tired of bending around for the photographers, wanting to visit his favorite designer. He sat his tall figure in the chair across from you, kicking his legs up on the desk because he knows it doesn’t bother you,

“Oh, Hobie…you’re still here?” You mumbled drowsily, exhaustion present in your hoarse voice. It’s late and you probably shouldn’t still be here at the studio, but you’re so caught up in your work. Hobie leans forward slightly, catching glimpse at the scribble artistic designs that he can tell after for him,

“Mhm,” Hobie hums, “You never tire of this work do you?” He chuckles, leaning back and tossing around a pen of yours, “Y’alright? Must be tired.” He asks in that deep voice of his,

You sigh, “Of course…just…gotta get this right.” You scribble around on the paper,

Hobie’s interest is piqued at this and he eyes the sketch pad, “You know I’ll wear whatever you come up with.” He leans back in the chair, still studying the work in progress, “Don’t have to do such hard work f’me.”

“I know…that’s what makes it so complex…I mean there’s so many different things I can see you in! Like…this maybe?” You ramble, flipping around your sketch pad to show him the punk rock outfit you had crafted for him. It’s skimpy to say the least, exposing his abs, most of his legs, and the pants hang low, exposing that pretty V-line of his that you’ve seen with watchful eyes as he gets his pictures taken for especially seductive shoots.

Hobie studies the artworks with squinty eyes, a smirk spreading across his face,

“I like that one…” He smiles knowingly, bringing his feet off the desk to support his head in his hands with his elbows on his knees. He glances up at the design again, and then back at you,

“You always do these designs f’me, hm? Am I your favorite model?” He teases, smirking a little like he knows a secret.

You smile and lean back, chewing the inside of your cheek for a moment in contemplation, “I mean you’re honestly probably my favorite out of all the models I’ve worked with.“ You say bluntly, wanting to only slightly allude to how deep your desire for Hobie is. Clearly, it’s written all over your face. You notice his stare as he obviously tries not to smile,

“Wanna expand on that? You look a little…flustered.” His voice drops low, his flickering down to your lips and even lower for a moment.

“I’m not. You’re a stunning model, Hobie.” You smile, continuing your work. Your face is burning hot and you can’t look at him because all you’re thinking about is how how badly you want him to bend you over the table with his long fingers around your neck. He suddenly changes the topic,

“D’you think I could do a gig solely on m’hands?” He asks like he knows the answer, “I think you’re someone who can appreciate their beauty, hm? With your drawings n’all?” He smirks teasingly and you feel your heart drop into your stomach,

“What?”

“Well you’ve drawn my hands about a hundred times…I’ve seen it. Can’t even keep your eye off of em when we talk.” He replies, leaning in and shortening the distance between the two of you between the table. Clearly, he had been through your sketchbook—your stomach churned at the thought,

“And how would you know that?” You whisper, flustered at the idea of of being caught in a sense but so fucking up for this challenge that he’s offering—there’s nothing to be ashamed of now that he obviously knows you have a severe hand kink. He keeps smiling at you as if he was entertained by all this,

“Doesn’t matter. What does the bough is that you must take a hefty liking to my fingers, right?” He says, flexing them again across the table, stretched out to their full length. You don’t even give in to your desire, eyes locked on the way his middle and ring finger press together suggestively a d make your face feel hot.

You bite your lip, tearing your eyes away as you flip the pages on your sketchbook to change the subject,

“A-Anyways, I’ve also got this design you could try…”

Hobie just smiles and leans back, deciding to let it go for now and toy with you later. He looks at the papers for a while before he speaks up,

“You’ve done a great job.” Hobie says in awe, gesturing to the designs with a nod of his head and that signiature sly smile, “I like ‘em.” Hobie’s tone switches to his playful-work-voice of his now, and he reaches his hands out, gripping the edge of the desk as he stands,

“So, Y/N,” Hobie starts looking down on you. “Got any of these ready for me to try on?” He asks, leaning down to your eye level.

You squirm a little in your seat, your thighs clenching together. He always gets you so riled up you’ve never had this kind of one on one time together. You often just catch glimpse of him during his shoots,

“Yeah…I actually have one of them here if you really want to try it out early,” You say excitedly, walking to the clothing rack and plucking it off. Its gorgeous, grungy, and incredibly revealing. The other designers love to see Hobie in multiple layers and a lot of baggy clothing, but when you got lucky enough to catch the photographers bending Hobie around in nothing but tight boxers for his Calvin Klein shoot—you nearly died, “It’s a little skimpy.”

“Oh yeah? Just f’me?” Hobie chuckles, walking up behind you in the dimly lit room and brushing his hand onto of yours to grab the clothing hanger. He looks at you with his head over your shoulder, awfully close,

“If you wanted to see me naked could’ve just asked” Hobie teases, whispering in your ear before turning away from you. To your utmost horror and delight, he starts stripping right then and there,

“Oh my god you slut, right infront of me?” You gasp, turning around letting out a quick laugh in disbelief. Your face feels hot after catching the sight of his jeans catching on his dick as he pulled them down, looking at you out of the corner of his eye,

A snicker comes from Hobie as he gets undressed in a fashion comparable to a strip-tease,

“Oh come on doll, it’s not like you haven’t seen me at work with even less on. I don’t mind you watching.” He pry’s, his voice taunting and inviting like a sweet honey. You think of your job. You think about how you thought you were alone only 10 minutes ago before Hobie strolled in. It’s beyond after hours, and it’s just the two of you—quite literally a recipe for disaster. Hobie finished getting dressed, standing up straight in the designer outfit,

“Alright, alright, it’s safe you prude. Come get a look at your creation.” Hobie holds his arms out, flipping them and getting a look at it all himself before smiling at you. You turn and look at him and instantly your eyes as they widen,

“Oh…my…god…” You gasp, “You look so good!” Excitement covers your to face as you walk up to him, inspecting how everything fits. You marvel in the way his toned chest looks on display and his nipple piercings under the sheer top. The studded jewelry and leather accessories add so much to the look but most of all…his hands in those fingerless gloves are to die for. You inspect them closely, pulling them towards you as you dreamily stare at his long fingers, toying with them in your hands,

Hobie smiles in the silence of your admiration, “Y’know it’s kinda funny...” He murmurs. His left hand gently holds onto yours, lacing your fingers with his. His other hand grazes your side,

You freeze and look up at him—instantly, your stomach drops at his gaze, “What’s funny?”

“You clearly got a hand kink or something…or is it just mine, hm? Got a thing for me, miss designer?” He teases, gently pulling you close with his knee in between your legs. Your heart beats in your chest like a drum and your toes curl in your shoes. You lick your lips, melting at the proximity,

“Well it looks like you’ve got me all figured out huh?” You whisper as your skin warms under his touch, his hands feeling like fire on your skin. You shouldn’t be doing this…but it feels too good to stop,

“Yeah?” He pulls you up in an embrace, nuzzling into the crook of your neck with his hot breath on your sensitive skin. His left hand grips your hair as he whispers into your ear,

“Say it.” Hobie enunciates every syllable, his lips hovering over the sensitive skin of your ear. You press your body against him and all logical reasoning leaves your mind,

“I want you.” You groan into his ear, balling your fists around his mesh shirt. Hobie grins, and his voice is low and husky when he whispers,

“I know you do. I want you too, dollface.” He wraps his arm around you fully, one hand still in your hair, and the other around your back. He stares straight ahead, his knee edging further up between your legs as he whispers,

“Let me show you…” He whispers into your ear, biting it gently and leaning down to kiss your neck. Your mind melts and you nearly collapse against him—it’s an all numbing feeling to have model lips like Hobie’s on your neck and his tall stature holding you so close,

You moan softly and dig your fingers into his clothes at the feeling, his lips on your neck make you feel so good inside. His large thigh slides up and now your skirt is pushing and your warm pussy is on his thigh. It’s lewd and oh so embarrassing until he groans, his voice all needy and horny, right in your ear,

“Oh, fuck…you’re already so wet? I’ve barely touched you, love.” He coo’s clicking his tongue, slipping his hands under the back of your shirt and undoing your bra in a swift, skilled motion. He toys with the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head. After getting you topless, his hands are palming your breasts wasting absolutely no time. You throw your head back and shamelessly whine at the feeling—the feeling being indescribable desire,

“God I just knew those—ah! Mmm-knew those hands would feel so good.” Your breath hitches in your throat as you mewl, his fingers pinching your nipples while you’re mid sentence. He laughs darkly at you, leaning down and taking one of your nipples into his mouth, squirming his tongue around the small bud,

“Mmm…” He hums around your skin, his eyes rolling into the back of his head for your viewing pleasure—and oh does it do things to you. Your desperate moans echo in the empty studio, the low lighting reflecting off of Hobie’s dark eyes driving you crazy,

One of his hands grabs your chin, and he stands up straight again, lifting your face up so that he could look into your eyes, “Keep making those pretty noises, gorgeous…” He murmurs, his eyes on yours flickering down to your lips.

You so badly want to kiss him that you can’t even wait for him, pulling him the collar of his shirt and meshing your lips against his in a matter of seconds, capturing his lips in a moral-melting kiss. You knew if anyone saw you two—colleagues—grinding and kissing in the studio late at night, you’d both lose your jobs on the spot; but there was no stopping now. His lips were like magic on yours. You felt your heart rate pickup the moment his hands met your thighs and he picked you up, walking you to the desk and never once breaking away from the desperate needy kiss you were sharing. When it starts to get to your head and you feel a need for air, you break away from the kiss, panting and looking into his lust blown eyes,

“Fuck me on that desk…right now.”

Hobie is shocked for a quick moment before a grin spreads across his face. He wastes no time in laying you onto the desk and kissing his way down your stomach, his fingers toying with the top of your skirt,

“What do you say I put these long fingers of mine to use, hm?” Hobie’s whispers, his voice raspy and sending need straight to your aching pussy.

“You better…” You thrust your hips up as he removes your skirt, his fingers grazing your thighs before he spits onto them, shoving two right into your tight pussy,

“Not so sure i’m the model anymore—fucking look at you…” Hobie groans, kissing your thighs as he slowly thrusts his fingers into you. His pace is agonizing, and you grab him by his wrist,

“Please…just shut up and fuck me…I’ve seen how big it is and I can’t wait any longer…” You grunt and Hobie’s eyes widen more than you’ve ever seen. It’s his turn to look flustered and the feeling of being spoken to in such a dirty manner is enough to make his dick twitch in his pants,

“How can I deny such an offer?” He laughs breathlessly, standing up and unbuckling his spikey belt, pulling everything down and letting his cock spring free. It’s long, and thick, and there’s precum leaking from his tip like the glaze on your favorite dessert. He feels his face heat up at your hungry stare, leaning down and cupping his hands in the bend of your legs, pushing them down at your sides and spreading your legs wide open for him,

“Please—“

“Yeah I know…” Hobie groans, smearing his pre-cum across your pussy and gently thrusting into you. It takes your breath away and shakes the desk, your mouth hanging open as a guttural moan tumbles out of your mouth,

Hobie groans and kisses your neck, “You’re so fucking tight.” Hobie whispers, his voice shaking. He groans and slams his hips into yours, his hands gripping your hips as he desperately fucks into you. Never in your entire life had you felt something so big inside of you—so filling and so fucking good. Of course a model as gorgeous as Hobie has such a perfect dick—but this position isn’t doing it for you.

You sit up, your hands on his chest as you push him down onto the desk and crawl on top. Hobie looks pleasantly surprised at this, his hands coming up to your hips,

“Fuck…” He whines, his head thrown back and his adams apple bobbing in his neck. You sink down on his length, grunting so loud you’d think it’s injuring you as your hand comes to Hobie’s neck. You give him a gentle squeeze and he nods at you, his eyelashes fluttering as he slaps your ass,

“C’mon.”

You ride him like your life depends on it, your hands tight around his neck and his clothes. The studio echoes with both of your moans and you feel your head spinning as his cock melts your insides, the sensation eliciting desperate moans out of you.

Hobie feels lightheaded and delirious with your hand around his neck and your pussy squeezing him so good, broken moans, grunts, and whimpers leaving his lips. The messy sounds fill the dark room and you can barely hold on any longer,

“Give it to me—please…”

You squeeze his neck just right and his hand comes up to yours as you ride him, your pussy clenching and your orgasm nearing. Now both of you are gripping each others necks, grunting and panting and falling apart so beautifully,

“I’m gonna—“ Hobie starts but he doesn’t finish…well he does. He cums deep inside you as you continue to ride him through it all, making a sloppy mess and coating his dick and thighs in cum. His head falls back against the hard wood and you ride his soul out until you cum. When you do, you’re shaking and moaning loudly, your hands moving from his neck to his shoulders to support yourself as you nearly pass out, pulling too hard on the mesh shirt and tearing it down his chest,

Hobie’s breathing is slow yet heavy as he tries to get a grip on reality now. His hands are still holding your hips and his brain still feels like jell-o, but he’s slowly coming to his senses,

“Y’look so good fucked out like this.” He mumbles, smoothing his thumbs over your bare skin,

“You think I’m the one who’s fucked out?” You giggle as you look Hobie over. His makeup is smudged, his clothes torn, and his eyebrows are as furrowed as they were when he came. He looks perfect, because how could he look anything but? He’s a model…and he’s your art no matter what,

“Wait stay right there…” You smile, walking behind him to your desk drawers and getting your camera, coming back around to his front. Hobie rolls his eyes and laughs incredulously at you, holding his pose with his elbows behind him, his lips parted and his eyebrows pinched, and his cock on full display still pumping its cum. You snap the picture and instantly swear to yourself that this would not be the last time you fuck Hobie.

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@ohxx @luxxtuxx @fatenpara @hobesbf @defnot-bri

#hobie brown smut #spider punk #hobie brown x reader

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pinkluvrr · 9 months

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i keep seeing anons say out of pocket and overall ignorant shit and its rlly got me confused🤨🧏🏾‍♀️. who tf do u think u areeeee

You’re a great writer I just don’t understand the chubby reader thing. It’s so hard to view a chubby person sexually cause they aren’t rlly sexually attractive so it’s kinda hard following along lol 😭😭

Hmmm to you!! Get y’all ass out of my inbox fr

For my chubby/plus size babies, you are the definition of attractive no matter what this damn anon thinks or anyone else who thinks like this one. Fuck em’ all😑

#not attracti- stfu.#u dont run shit👏🏾

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pinkluvrr · 10 months

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JS LOOKED TS UP. WHY ARE YALL DOING THATTTTT😟😟

i have a crippling fear of animal taxidermy

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pinkluvrr · 10 months

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animal taxidermy…..ARE THERE OTHER KINDS???😭

i have a crippling fear of animal taxidermy

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pinkluvrr · 10 months

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OMG YESSSS

imagine this being y/n and ony going to watch the barbie movie together:((

#attack on titan x black reader #ony x black reader #onyankopon x black reader #aot x black y/n

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pinkluvrr · 10 months

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this js ruined my life😔🫢

could never be attracted to British man. idk how hot they are I just imagine them eating beans at 8am and I get the ick

#NO CUZ ENGLISH BREAKFAST SCARES ME.#WHAT IS A BLOOD SAUSAGE?!!!

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pinkluvrr · 10 months

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Who…who is that? cs ik damn well it aint Hobart Brown🌚

this what hobies other concept art looked like💀

soooo glad they went with the wicks😭😭😭

oh…

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pinkluvrr · 10 months

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New hair, New tee, New jeans do you see

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pinkluvrr · 10 months

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am i shocked or intrigued?….definitely intrigued🤳🏾

“you know what you need to do” the cup of hot black coffee sat on his desk patiently waiting to be sipped on. while you knew what you needed to do, you were nervous as if you hadn’t done this exact thing plenty of times. “tik - tok” he tapped at the shining watch, holding out his hand to help you get onto the desk. sliding off your heels you let him pick you up and put you on the wooded furniture holding his arm when you wobble a little.

pulling up your pencil skirt, your bear pussy was hit with the cool air making you let out a soft moan. your hovered over the “number one boss” cup spreading your fat brown lips and slowly moving your hands to rub against your clit. “thata girl”

“ughmm” bitting into your lips, you moved faster when you looked up at your boss who was in awe at the view of your white cum dripping into his coffee “just a little bit more doll” licking his lips he rubbed over his chin letting out a deep sign.

your legs began to tremble, whimpers becoming louder at your release into the cup. it wasn’t until you were done that you had noticed the creamy black coffee had overflowed onto the desk.

TOJI. sukuan, geto, reiner, miguel

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pinkluvrr · 10 months

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stg pook gon eat it up everytime🤭🤭🤭

take it

summary: aran breaking your bad habit

cw: smutttt

word count: 1.8k

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it was a calm saturday night. you and aran were chilling on the couch in your own little worlds. the tv flashing constantly with different images as he played call of duty. face deep in concentration as he and who you assumed to be osamu and atsumu all spoke to each other through his mic. “you keep saying ‘push push’ but when we push we fucking die nigga. we not listening t’you no more tsumu.”

you were paying him no mind, leaning on the armrest as you sat with your feet facing him. phone in hand while tiktok videos played out loud in the living room. while you were scrolling, your attention was moved to a notification on the top of your screen.

emoni💋

twitter.com

look at this shit LMFAOOO

a smile crept to your face as you watched the video your friend sent you, trying your best not to bust out laughing in the middle of the living room.

LMFAOOO that’s definitely what she said😭

you continued to scroll through your twitter feed, watching and reading the comments on different posts, eventually getting bored. you thought to yourself “might as well add more to my collection” before making the stupid decision of going into your bookmarks.

your pussy thumped repeatedly in your shorts as you continued to torture yourself with watching video after video on some random homemade porn account. videos of this woman getting her shit tore up left and right. letting her lover do whatever it was that he desired while on camera. in a way it reminded you of how aran would do you. when’s the last time y’all had sex anyway?

your phone was discarded on the armrest as you began to crawl your way to aran’s side of the couch. it was normal that you’d want to cuddle during times like these so he had no problem with you straddling his lap while he continued his game. “you tired?” he asked, but you ignored him. slowly grinding your soaked shorts onto his print. you kept your face in the crook of his neck to keep him from seeing how desperate you looked right now.

aran was just about finish playing his game anyways, mic muted as he laid his controller next to him. the game was still on the home screen since osamu wanted to take a break for some snacks and atsumu wanted to go roll up. aran’s large hands gripped your ass, rubbing and spreading it until he felt your pussy leaking through the shorts on his fingertips. you moved your hips faster to try to distract him, but he was quick. holding your hips still before whispering in your ear.

“easy baby. ian even do nun so why you so wet like this?” his deep voice rumbled through his chest as he awaited your reply. now where you going to really tell your boyfriend that you got horny from watching porn? absolutely not, so you lied. “jus love you so much” you whined, trying your best to get the slightest bit of friction as he continued to hold your hips. aran was very observant, sadly, and he could already tell you were watching porn just by how you kept rubbing your thighs together while looking through the videos on your phone.

you grabbing your earphones didn’t help either, obviously doing so because you didn’t want him to hear. the icing on the cake was your damn glasses. the reflection clear as day every time he glanced in your direction to check on you. he could see every position the man had his wife in. every slap he brought to her ass as well as every time you moved your thumb to add a video to your bookmarks. it was only a matter of time before you came to him so he can fix your little “problem”.

“i love you more, but why you lying t’me?” he lightly pulled your head back before leaning over to grab your phone from the armrest. your horny ass didn’t even turn it off, the video still playing over and over again as he brought the screen to your face. “horny lil thing” he mumbled before abruptly moving you off of him. while he started pulling his sweats down you got the memo to do the same. shorts discarded on the floor as you sat in nothing but his shirt. “this what you want right?” he groaned. large hand stroking his length to life. “y-yea”

“then take it.”

your body moved on its own, quickly straddling him again before lining him up with your entrance. pretty brown eyes slowly rolling back as you sunk down on top of him. inch by thick inch of his long dick rubbing fluently against your tight walls. “fuckk” you moaned as you bottomed out on him. aran watched each of your pretty face expressions, holding a light smirk as he waited for you to start bouncing. “cmon mama. this your dick”

you eagerly got started, bouncing your pretty ass up and down as you caressed the nape of his neck. aran picked up his controller, closing up the game before opening netflix and putting on a show. he knew eventually you’d get tired and ask for his help, but he had other things in mind tonight.

you weren’t a lazy lover, but it’s been brought to his attention that you’ve been a little spoiled lately. you never really did anything for long before you’re complaining bout how tired you were and how he needed to help you. whether it be riding him or throwing it back. aran was sick of this behavior since sometimes it’d be you coming to him begging for some dick then barely even working for it. just laying under him or letting him fuck you from the bottom. he wasn’t going to let that happen tonight though. if you wanted this dick he wasn’t going to just keep giving it to you how you wanted, you were going to have to take it on your own.

it was only about ten minutes into the show where your pace slowed down almost to a stop. hips grinding on him as you whined in his ear. “i-i can’t” “yea you can mama. you gon have to if you wanna cum cause ian helping” you moved your head from his neck, staring him in the eyes with a sad expression on your face. aran could tell you were asking “why?” without even having to hear you say it. “daddy’s tired, but you can do it on your own, right pretty? can make yourself feel good without my help”

you shook your head at this. aran knew your body like the back of his hand, dick always touching places in you that you didn’t even know where there. you knew how to ride him, but it was much different from when he would help you. and you’d get so tireddd. you didn’t have time for that, huffing as you replied to him. “s’not gonna be as good without your help. i cant-”

“sh sh sh. ion wanna hear nun. get that nut on your own.” he didn’t want to hear your excuse. hands lightly gripping and tapping your ass. you sighed, starting back up to a slow pace. ass clapping repeatedly on his thighs as he continued to watch the show as if you weren’t there.

after about ten minutes, your legs began to feel as if they were on fire, tears flooding your eyes as you cried over aran’s shoulder. “p-please baby, i can’t d-do it on my ownnn” your salty tears were wetting up the back of the couch as you were grinding your hips down in his dick. no more energy in your legs for you to keep bouncing. “please fuck me” voice small as your crying quieted down to just sniffles and hiccups. aran didn’t realize how much he’s spoiled you until now, but he didn’t care.

“keep bouncing ma” was all he said, brown eyes glued to the tv, paying you no mind as you started crying and whining again. “s’not fairrr.” you stopped your hips completely, seated on his dick fully as you gave him a defiant look. aran looked down at your petty action, smirking before sliding his hand to your neck. his palm pressed against your throat as he lightly began to squeeze it. the next thing you knew, your face was snatched closer to his, ear right by his mouth as he spoke deeply. “keep bouncing that ass on me princess. if you stop before i tell you to, we gon have a problem y’hear me?”

your pussy instantly began to soak on his dick. his words making butterflies go wild in your stomach as you felt him release your neck and place both of his palms back on your ass. caressing and skin before helping give you a few warmup bounces before letting you continue the action on your own. you kept your pace slow, trying to save energy so you didn’t tire yourself out quickly. he didn’t mind this, liking the feeling of your wet walls slowly gripping and moving against his dick. his tattooed hands rubbing all over your back and ass while he kept encouraging you to keep going.

“uhh huhh jus like that princess”

“see? s’not that hard is it?”

“making daddy feel so good right now”

the praises made things easier, ass bouncing a little harder as you quickened your pace. aran’s bored and uninterested act broken as you listened to him moan under you, hips stagnant as he let you take whatever you needed from him. you started moving your hips in circles as you kept bouncing, dick hitting your sweet spot as moans flew from your lips as well. “feel s-so good shittt” you moaned as your wetness began to trickle down his shaft. your were tired as hell, but you knew if you tried to stop you’d get in trouble. deciding to stay on his good side tonight and pushing yourself to bounce even harder.

aran’s head flew back, adams apple bared to you as he roughly bit his lip. just the sight of him made your pussy flutter, bringing you closer to your climax as you picked up your pace again. you bounced quickly, chasing your orgasm as aran’s grip on your ass tightened. “there you go ma. take what you need. love when you listen t’me” his words pushed you over the edge.

you gave him three more hard bounces before your pussy began leaking all over the cushion. body spasming as his dick was fully soaked. you breathed heavily, try to catch your breath over him before you moved to get off. his big rough palms stooped you. inked hands gripping tight on your thighs. “wha-”

“you not done yet pretty, help daddy cum next.”

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pinkluvrr · 10 months

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no but yall don’t UNDERSTAND I NEED

it’s late, and you’re over at hobie’s. he spills the contents of his day to you, about his newest idea for a political performing arts piece and the brainstorming his band accomplished. “it’ll be huge.” he claims. a cool, ringed hand waving over and redirecting your focus from something else huge, making itself known from under the wrappings of hobie’s pants.

you are paying attention to him, you’re listening to his every word. that’s the problem. something is in the air when he gets like this, a gleam in his eye from whatever devious event he’s planning. undeniably magnetic, you cannot steel yourself from glancing between his eyes and the outline of his half-hard dick in his sweatpants. the rim of his mushroom tip defined even in the low light.

he trails off. he’s noticed your wandering gaze, and he can’t leave it alone. your expression shifts to a questioning one as he strides over to where you sit on the couch, and cups the back of your head with both hands, shoving your face in his crotch. your nose poking into his soft skin, his erection growing against your cheek. the swift motion makes you sigh with longing, and you claw at his pockets to press him closer. your sex loosens, dampening more so than it was already.

you don’t fight back, you embrace it, nuzzling into his boner, taking in the intoxicating scent of him. your center practically purrs with desire, his substantial member as long as your face is wide, you wish he’d tug his pants down and fuck your mouth already. you whine at the thought, and hobie strokes your hair affectionately, allowing you to do whatever you want in this moment. losing yourself in something as simple as rubbing your cheek and nose against him. mouthing him over the fabric out of desperation. your lips passing over the lip of his swollen tip and a low groan rumbles from the base of his throat.

“fuck, you make a dense bloke want some head.”

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pinkluvrr · 11 months

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RAH

throat baby (reupload) — miguel o’hara.

★. blowjob, he talks you through sucking him off, he cums down your throat, you swallow his cum, fem reader, lots of praise n terms of endearment, 696 words, reupload cause someone flagged my original upload

you're on your knees in front of him, pretty brown eyes staring up at him. he's sat on the couch, legs spread and cock hard and ready for you to wrap your pretty lips around. "you said you wanna learn how to suck my cock, baby?" n you nod, wrapping your hands around the base of him. "mhm." he hums with a smirk, shifting his hips to get more comfortable. "tongue out." he nods, and when you immediately follow his command he praises you, "good girl. put the tip in your mouth." so you do, wrap your eager lips around his leaking tip, humming when he groans in pleasure.

your body buzzes as his sounds. you love making him feel good. it sends pride shooting through and has your cunt dripping.

miguel lets you take your time, allowing you to get used to it. but then you dip your tongue into his slit, and his hips jerk and his cock hits the back of your throat, making you gag. "fuck, cariño, you're doing so good. take a little more, yeah?" he groans, pushing your braids out of your face with both of his hands. he holds them up as you ease down his dick, hollowing your cheeks. "look am'me mami." you meet his eyes, and another groan leaves him, this time straight from his chest. he throws his head back but he's quick to find your eyes again, watching you take more of him in.

"good. can you take me all the way?" he almost whines. you nod and slide your mouth down his cock, gagging slightly but continuing when you hear him whisper "you got it, cariño, know you can do it." and you do. you take him all the way to the base, still gagging and feeling the stretch in your jaw. he holds you there by your hair, shifting his hips up just a little and chuckling breathlessly when you gag.

he pulls you off of him, stroking the side of your face as you regain your breath. "good job, mami, took that shit so well." you smile with teary eyes and a still heaving chest, and he swears he feels his cock get harder when he sees tears start to run down your face. "think you can take it again?" he asks, and before he can even get the words out you're nodding and wrapping your lips around his aching tip. his hands find your hair to hold it out of your face again.

"dios." he whispers, cocking his head to the side to watch what you do next. you bob your head, pulling off his cock a little more each pass until you're back focused on his tip, swirling your tongue around and dipping your tongue into his slit. "fuck, cariño, feels so good. you're doing so good." you nod, sliding back down onto his cock. this time, you hold him there. "swallow, baby." and you do, fighting against your reflexes just to stay a little longer, cause god this feels as good for you as it does for him.

you pull off, instead focusing on his tip while you catch your breath. "yeah, yeah, yeah." he moans seemingly lost for words, throwing his head back. he feels the pleasure pooling in the base of his cock, can feel it swimming through his body. "i'm close, baby." at his words you swirl your tongue around his cock a little faster, pulling off to lick at the pretty veins decorating his shaft. "mhm, you want my cum, cariño? want me to cum down that pretty throat?" you whine, still tonguing at his veins. he chuckles, "i know, baby. imma give it to you."

he lets you do what you want now, so you take him in your mouth again, swirling your tongue around and bobbing your head until he's moaning and cumming down your throat. you swallow, and he damn near busts again. he pulls you up by a hand under your chin, kissing you with the taste of him still on your tongue. "did so good, cariño, think you deserve my tongue on that pretty pussy in return, hm?"

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𝐖𝐖𝐖.𝐏𝐈𝐗𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐎𝐘 | gojo satoru.

SUMMARY: you wanted to surprise your roommate on his birthday but end up getting surprised yourself and find out he’s a popular camboy streamer.

CONTENT: f! reader, camboy!gojo, modern!au, overstim, cùnnilingùs, degradation, dumbification, praising, humor, switch gojo, puthy drunk gojo, edging, spanking, fìngerìng, crèampies, tummy bulge, he’s a brat, breath play, size kink, walked in on (pet names: angel, baby, pretty girl) — wk: 5k

MOD: my entry for @fuwushiguro‘s cybersex collab !! alsoooo this is a lil spin off of toji’s ver lmao >.^ enjoy the stream ! ;)

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“Huh? Why do you guys keep asking about my roommate,” Gojo furrows his eyebrows, before shaking his head with a faint giggle. He sat in his shared flat — spindling in his chair a bit that matched his icy blue set up, his cerulean eyes scanning through the tremendous amounts of love and awful thirsty comments he’d gotten. Gojo tilts his head with a sly shrug. “Nah, she’s not here. I think she went to go run some errands. Something like that,” and then he pauses, reading particular comments the many women asked and it made him laugh cheekily. “Yeah…. she’s pretty,” and then he pauses again — glancing down at the bright blue screen and his face burns up while his facial expressions cutely contorts. “Okay, now you guys are just saying some real horny shit. All I said was that she’s pretty!”

sukunascumrag: you were just getting off while thinking about her earlier—

dolly_lolly15: Lol no one cares twerk for us

tojisyummyexpiredpubes: Omg Gojo Y/N collab when??? You’d make bank

Gojo playfully rolls his eyes at the provocative lewd comments but couldn’t help but start to fantasize about you — the both of you were close friends, maybe there’d be some moments here and there but he didn’t really think of it much until now. And as he’s pondering deep in thought, blocking his chat and everything out— he doesn’t even realize that he’s stroking his already sensitive flaccid length.

“F-Fuck,” he sibilates, leaning back against his chair for his audience to get a view. Gojo‘s face was a deep flustered state once the image of you pops in his head, and a little whine slips out, wishing you were here — replacing his hand with maybe your hand… or your mouth. “Heh.. maybe you guys were right… Y/N‘s so…” and he pauses, letting off another shaky moan from his strokes before he freezes once he hears a familiar voice.

“Sorry I’m late, Satoru. Literally every store ran out of those little gummies you like and—” and you paused, taking the sight of Gojo in a slutty silk robe that complimented his bright eyes, hearing the occurring ding sound of the donations he got. You stood at the doorway, your mouth nearly agape slightly before you let off a conflicted giggle. “Were you just… I- you’re a camboy?” and then you furrow your eyebrows. “Is that….. my robe?”

Gojo blinks rapidly a few times before he covers himself — clearing his throat while looking up at you. “What- of course not, we just happen to own the same one!” and then his eyes briefly darts towards his viewers who are practically begging to see you as he mutters a quiet, “Guys not now!”

“Uh huh,” you nod suspiciously before strolling over towards him. Getting up directly behind Gojo, you lean forward while staring at the screen of the blue light that reflected against your face as you were almost in awe at how many people were watching your roommate’s stream. 12k? Beginning to think of the lewd things he probably did while you weren’t here started to make you feel hot a little. “Hi guys.” You smiled, slinging your arms over Gojo and your head‘s pressed against his while you skim through the comments.

sukunascumrag: I think I just came from hearing her voice

[MOD] getōsmonkeybusiness: ^ same

**yeagershairycoochie donated 153 hearts to the stream!**

definitelynottojifushiguro: How’d I even get here I was just looking up how to avoid paying child support wtf

Gojo looks up at you with widened eyes once you stare down at him sitting in his chair — and your eyes trail down his body. “So you’re really a camboy?” and your tone is genuinely curious, planting your hands onto the desk while staring at him, and oh Gojo‘s blushing so hard. He’s trying to play it off but he’s so embarrassed that you caught him. He was so distracted thinking about you that he totally forgot you were coming back.

“Yeah…” is all he says, and you catch him openly gawking at your body — you were dressed down minimally, but all you wore was a slight oversized uni hoodie with short jet black biker shorts underneath that practically looked like you wore nothing underneath. Gojo‘s blue eyes roamed everywhere, before he met yours again, speaking in a playfully nervous tone, “I- uh was gonna tell you! I just forgot we had plans for my birthday and uh.. I was having a subathon and—”

“Just say you wanna fuck me, Satoru.” You cut him off with a sweet giggle and he watches you plop down on your lap. Gojo‘s eyes immediately widens — feeling you straddle him, and he nearly lets off a grunt from feeling you shift a bit while feeling the little cameltoe between your legs graze against his excited hard cock that hid beneath his- well your robe.

Gojo stares at you with a timid dumbfounded look before he intakes a sharp breath, snaking his fingers near your waist. “I …wanna fuck you,” and you watch him stare at you with a glint of lust in his eyes, and let off a cute surprised gasp once you feel his slender fingers trail up your thigh and he gently pulls you into a deep and steamy kiss. He sort of expected you to pull away but you didn’t. Gojo grips onto your hips as you gently cup a hand near his right flustered cheek, feeling his tongue softly part between his pink lips and he lets off a little moan once he feel you deepen this kiss further — and he could taste the sweet saccharine filled lip gloss that coated your lips, it was sweet like enchanted honey.

After a while, the both of you pull back to recollect each others breaths — glistening faint trails of spit departing before Gojo suddenly lifts you up — placing you gently on the bed, frosty messy strands all in his face and there‘s such lust filled in his dilated pupils once he pulls you towards the edge of the bed. You sit up, watching him peel off your shorts with his teeth while staring forward at the chat — letting off a little teasing giggle. “You.. do know what you’re doing, right?”

“I know how to eat pussy!” Gojo retorts, and he his eyebrows contort as well — he genuinely sounded offended.

You stare up at him with a cheeky sly grin, unaware how much you were about to eat your own words from teasing him. Gojo makes sure his thousands of viewers can see his every move, sprawling your legs out a bit before he pulls you up just a bit before he makes one long stripe on the little pretty padded part your panties, intentionally staring up at you with low lidded eyes, and he could already taste how sweet and soaked you were.

“F-Fuck,” you sharply gasped — and you felt Gojo lean towards your thighs to coat the fat of your shaky legs with kisses and nip marks of his pearly whites but you yank his hair gently with a little moan leaving your mouth. “Don’t tease me, Satoru. Thought you were gonna eat m-me out.”

Gojo lets off a little giggle, starting to peel down your panties before he drags a pale thumb down your needy swollen cunt and stares up at you. “Heh. I‘m going to. Keep teasing me and I won‘t,” and your body shudders — feeling Gojo start to dig in, and you didn’t expect him to be sloppy because the first thing he does is gather a sheeny wad of spit — coating it on your pussy before starting to eat you out. One rough hand grips into your right thigh as you start to moan, already failing to keep your legs steady so he has to help pry them open with his face dug in between your legs. “Mmph— wanted to taste this sweet— pussy for s’long,” he‘d moan between each devouring suckle, and your chest starts to heave from his tongue that’s wandering all sorts of places of your cunt.

“Sat—oru,” you’d whimper, letting off a shaky breath from feeling his tongue slowly lick up and down between your puffy folds, making his tongue lay flat a bit so he can play with your clit more, until he starts to suck and suck as if he was some sort of ancient vampire— your pussy was appetizing to him, he couldn’t get enough. You wouldn’t be surprised if Gojo was already pussy drunk. “Oh my g—god your tongue,” you sobbed out, and it’s not long before your eyes reach towards the depths of your skull — combing your slender fingers through his white messy strands.

He’s so filthy, eating you out in such a salacious manner, one hand gripping onto your thigh as his head moved just a bit. Gojo‘s eating your pussy out like a starved man — you were feeding him so good, it’s safe to say he was addicted to your sweet cunt now.

You let off a trembling candied whine, gripping onto his hair as if it was velcro — your eyes darting towards the chat, the constant sounds of the donation notification continuously dinging, and you noticed since you showed up his viewer count doubled within minutes. The lights flashed within each of the messages flooding and you read some of them with dilated half-lidded eyes.

throatgoatbaby_17: why can’t i be y/n she’s so lucky :((((

definitelynottojifushiguro: Lol I can eat pussy better than that. Y/n hmu

itachiscumbucket: Bro was waitin his whole life to eat Y/N out-

“S’good,” Gojo moans, lolling out his tongue just a bit — and his frosty lashes were nearly closed, and he was definitely drunk between your folds. Your mouth opens up just a tad bit once you feel him easily insert a finger inside and you’re rested back against the fluffy cushioned box spring. He‘s real slow and gentle — completely opposite of his tongue before he slides another digit inside and you’re producing the most sweetened melodic moans imaginable, you were like this now from his fingers, you could only think of what his cock would feel like. Just imagining it was enough to make your mouth salivate and water. “Mh—fuck,” he‘d mumble — and his two fingers slowly piston in and out, pushing you closer and closer near the edge, the sounds of your sloppy wet cunt squelching from the immense stimulations ring in his red tipped ears before he looks up at you with a sly grin, a little giggle leaving his throat. “Don’t be shy, pull on my hair a little angel.”

You hated how smug he was — even being propped between yours legs, so kinky. But you tug on his hair, grabbing a fistful of his white silky locks. Gojo lets off a giggle before a little slutty moan came directly afterward. But that‘s when you let off a loud shrilling whimper — feeling Gojo‘s slightly frigid tongue slurps your cunt clean but you also felt his two slender fingers curl in a lewd way, shimmying its way upwards until it tapped against your g-spot. “S—Satoruuu, right there please please… gonna cum— f-fuckkk..”

Gojo looks up at you with a cheeky grin — your slick well running down his chin before a little pout tweaks on his pink lips. “Cum…? Aw, but I‘m not done eating! Can’t you be a good girl and wait a little lo—”

“F-Fuck you Satoru please I can’t,” you merely sobbed, eyes rolling back from his tongue. The pool of heat that resided in your tummy continued to make an appearance and your ears started to ring. “Let me cum p—please,” and you feel him laugh against your clit — his tongue slowly dragging up and down, left and right while occasionally nibbling against your little throbbing nub as well as making plenty of love towards your clitoral hood with his mouth.

“Heh, go ahead.. I guess,” and his tone‘s still playful — finding it cute how you could barely hold onto his hair for leverage, hearing your little sweet breaths quicken and the back of your head plops against the bed, you let out the most sweetened orgasm. It sounds like a harmony, a lewd harmony at that, but it gets Gojo so hard knowing he made you sound like that. All from his tongue. “Mph—good girl.” he says between slurps and suckles, cleaning you real good with his tongue, making sure to not miss a single taste.

Once he breaks away from your mouth, Gojo pulls you in for a warm chaste kiss — and he moans in your mouth while you can immediately taste yourself on his tongue. You taste sweet, and he gets on top of you, one hand gently caressing the middle part of your throat before breaking away once he lies you back, panting a bit with a flustered face.

Gojo opens his— your robe, and he’s ripped, completely lanky and chiseled, and your eyes immediately went towards his hard cock that presented itself to you and his audience on his cam show as well. Gojo‘s dick was pink and pretty, adequately well trimmed, a little droplets of excited pre-cum leaking from the sides and he had a little curve, and he had extreme girth. It was safe to say Gojo was big. “Ooh. Like what you see?” He giggled cheekily once he caught you staring, and he gave himself a few pumps — you rolled your eyes, turning away and he hums before crawling closer towards you. “Mmm. Be a good girl and spread your pretty legs, angel.”

You do, sprawled on the bed a bit while Gojo holds his length with one hand — another laid flat on your tummy, and he lets off a soft moan as he swiped the tip of his swollen eagerly pink tip against your folds, and he felt you already pulsating and throbbing. “S-Satoru,” you whined, feeling the arch in your back starting to commence. “Don‘t tease me.”

“Okay fineeee,” he playfully pouts — darting towards his screen, and he smiles, taking a few seconds to read off a list of top donators, thanking them for their tips and contributions before he turns to you, and he lets off a little shaky breath. “S’just— your pussy’s so pretty.” And then he starts to sink in and oh the way your jaw slowly starts to drop, that feeds his ego so good as he’s watching your little cunt try to take him fully — and he’s so big, stretching your pussy out like an elastic band.

“F-Fuckkk,” you quietly sibilated, nearly choking on your words as his girth introduced itself to your clit. Gojo‘s hand still laid on your tummy, and he trails it low to where the bulge started to form with a little smug grin — a thumb gently grazing against your sopping cunt. “S’big.. ‘toru you’re not gonna f—fit.”

Gojo tilts his head — white strands of hair nearly in his face and occluding his vision before he hums. “Awww, baby don‘t say that. I’ll make it fit just for you, don‘t worry!” and you glance up at him with dilated pupils, little hearts starting to form in them while you watch Gojo teasingly lift up your right leg and leans in close to you. “Didn’t know my roommate had s-such a tight cute pussy,” he huffs out — and he kisses your ankle before sinking in further and further until he’s at the hilt. “Ah, shit…. you feel so warm inside Y/N,” and you shudder once he gives you one thrusts that makes you let off a cute whimper — watching your entire body jolt from the impact. “H-happy birthday to me. This is the best present ever,” and he’s starting to roll his hips against you, a grip on your hip before nearly gnawing on his lip with a flustered face. “My roommie’s pussy— s’good.”

You let off a quavery honeyed whine as he’s buried deep inside you now — pulling on your hips and his face is burning up, a faint splash of red embedded on his cheeks as he can’t keep his eyes off you. Gojo‘s chat was going completely ballistic, the majority of his demographic of mostly women flooding the comments with the most filthiest things imaginable. Some were so incredibly jealous of you — their favorite pretty camboy‘s fucking you and not them, and for some reason it brings a little smile to your face.

“O—oh my goddd… ‘toru,” you gasped and you felt like you were gonna break, snap, and tear all at once. He was so ridiculously big — the hefty base of his cock repeatedly slapped against you, scratching such a good itch in your brain you almost lose your train of thought for a second. If you knew your stupid hot roommate could make you feel this good, you’d let him fuck you a long time ago. “Keep— fucking me like this and I’m gonna c-cum too quick.”

“Hmm. Then I’ll have to slow down, huh?” He teases, leaning up close to you with a smug grin, bringing a little peck on your chin. And you’re babbling — ferociously shaking your head and Gojo wriggles his eyebrows playfully. “No—? But you’re gonna cum too fast,” and he teasingly pouts, balls deep and his thrusts makes you nearly choke on nothing — feeling him hum softly, bright cerulean eyes studying your cute twitchy expressions. “Awww, I made it fit for you so you’re just gonna have to,” and he pauses to let off a shaky moan, one hand holding onto your thigh. “—be a pretty girl and wait just a little. Can you do that for me?”

You give Gojo a cute glare before letting out another sweet whine and he smiles, shifting his eyes towards the chat — tilting his head again with a few beads of sweat staring to race down his eyebrow. “Hmmmm, help me out guys. Should I let Y/N cum early?”

[MOD] getōsmonkeybuisness: you’re so gonna get banned again satoru

dolly_lolly: ya

touyadisintegrateddick275: yes :)

erenshotstepmom: Yes

definitelynottojifushuro: No.

Gojo rolls his eyes playfully at the thousands of viewers commenting, a majority of ‘yes’ while he’s still stuffed deep inside of you — fucking you insanely stupid before a teasing pout curls on his pink lips. “Pft. You guys are no fun,” and he fixated his focus back towards you with a sly smile. “Squeezing down on me s-s’much angel,” he pants, his hips mercilessly pivoting against your slick heat in an almost circular rotation. Gojo stares down at you — thin frosty eyebrows kneading together. “Go ahead. Cum all on me, pretty girl.”

Your entire body spasms as your head goes back just a bit — a wave of shock and goosebumps rippling out of you, and you came hard to where the noises you made are so high and stupid along with a quiet sudden ring filling your ears. “F-Fuck.” you sobbed, one of your legs wrapping around Gojo’s waist. He keeps his eyes on you once he slows down just a bit, leaning in to sneak a soft steamy kiss near your mouth. You still moaned, kissing back before sitting up and lightly shoving him back against the fat cushioned pillows.

“Hm…?” Gojo stares at you, an eyebrow slightly furrowed and he looks so smug, the pretty pink tip of his cock swollen and throbbing just a bit, veins showing an appearance near it while you made your way towards him — still shaking from your last orgasm. “Ooh. You gonna ride me? Think you can handle that?”

“Shut up,” you retorted, and he laughs while he lets you align yourself on his cock again. You just wanted to wipe that little condescending smirk on his face. Gojo leans back — some white strands of messy hair making its way to cover his brows. He lets out a little low grunt, feeling you plop down on his shaft, chiseled chest heaving just a bit and he still had your robe on. After this, Gojo would probably keep it, maybe hang it up on his side of the room. “S—Shit, stretching me s’much, ‘toru.”

“Gooood,” he sings, and he watches you start to rollick your hips against him, and it feels so good because your cunt‘s still sensitive but you just can’t stop bouncing on Gojo. He’s trying to keep up a tough facade but in reality he was about to cum his brains out — and every so often the tips of his ears get hot and a little flush of red prints on his face. “F-Fuckkk, you really know how to move your hips, pretty girl. Clamping on me so good—shit.”

You felt your face get hot from his words, and Gojo‘s starting to lose composure a little from the way your cunt‘s sloppily thrashing back against him. You‘re having a chase with your own erratic breathing and the crown head of his cock‘s reaching way deep past your g-spot and even your a-spot as well, sending your entire lower half into mere convulsions that you start to whine while one hand plants on his warm pale chest.

“You‘re.. gonna make me cum,” he gasps quickly, blue eyes nearly rolling back once you feel Gojo shortly afterward put a hand to grip onto your hip only to smack your ass. “Oh my g—godddd, you fucking whore. Riding me so good that I‘m g-gonna—” and he pauses to let off a long strained moan while he’s laid back, your pussy‘s making him so drunk and under the influence from the grip it has against him. Gojo then looks at you with a flustered face, eyes half lidded. “Y/N… you’re gonna make me cum in your,” and he lets off another breathy moan. “tight—pussy, fuck…”

“Cum inside me then,” you whined with a little pout squeezing on your spit-glossed lips. Gojo stares at you dumbfounded as if his eyes said ‘really?’ and you eagerly nodded — wanting more than anything to be filled, just envisioning your camboy roommates cum filling you to the brim nearly has you salivating again just from the raunchy carnal thought. “C‘mon, Satoru. Cum in me so I can s-show your viewers how good you stuffed me full, ‘toru.”

Gojo lets off a little whine before giving your ass a spank. “You’re… so filthy Y/N— thinking with your pussy instead of your brain, dumb girl. But.. but fine,” he groans, clinging onto your hips before he‘s about to spill a thick load inside. Gojo‘s moans are so slutty, and you whine yourself while occasionally glancing at the chat and see how they’re praising you and trolling Gojo, saying how they can‘t tell the difference of who‘s the girl, since his moans are so bratty and melodically high. “Take it then— f-fuck.”

The soft cushioned bed‘s making a mere mixtape of its own from the constant creaking, and Gojo moans — shoving you into his chest before he’s cumming, shooting ropes and ropes of his velvety cum inside of you, going into a complete frenzy. His hips shutter just a bit once he lies flat back against the pillow — a hand nearly covering his eyes as you sit on his lap, staring down at the mess he made inside you. You then crawled towards his cam set up, the chat being bombarded with messages and donations and you let off a soft whine, scanning some of the comments — Gojo in the background of the screen through your peripherals as if he was about to pass out. He was dramatic, still moaning with his face all red.

yeagershairycoochie: Y/n can u ride me like that pls-

c0wg1rlhater15: guys i think she broke gojo with her pussy

** karmasuxx and 1859 new viewers joined and subscribed to GOJODADDYXX’s stream! come say hi! **

nanamisfatballsack: Aww look at Satoru, he’s so cute :P

You then let off a gasp, feeling Gojo snatch you by your waist as you were reading the comments and you giggled, feeling him press a hand onto your hip. “I- I thought you were done, Satoru.”

“Of course I‘m not done!” He furrows his eyebrows, and he gently shoved you face down on the bed. You stared at his bright screen reflecting on your face with a smile — seeing Gojo‘s physique behind you, still with the bedazzled robe on before you feel him rub a thumb down your clit that was oozing with his cum and you let off a tiny frail whine, leaning down on your arms. “Could never be done with this pretty pussy,” and he‘s pouting a bit, before you feel him start to align himself again, inserting his fat dick inside you again and you let off a little moan, staring right at the dozens of comments that rolled through. “Fuck, still s-sensitive but can‘t help it,” he hissed with a little whimper, preparing to fuck you doggy, and Gojo starts to hit your sweet spots at a relentless pace with his hips.

“S—Satoru, fuckkk,” you‘d whine, and it was as if his stamina was completely replenished out of nowhere. Gojo leaned up close to you, bringing a hand to gently wrap around your neck like a necklace, caressing your passageway of your throat with his thumb and the noises you made were so lewd, eyes rolling and crossing because of the rough hits he made against your ass with his hips. Within a few moments, your tongue started to nearly loll out — and his tip is just profusely pounding in your cunt, clamping and squeezing down with your gummy needy walls. “Fuck.. me harder S-Satoru… right there please.”

Gojo grunts, bringing a spank to your ass and you giggle a little before moaning again. “F-Fine, but shut up and take it then,” he pants — and your face is practically being shoved into his computer screen — the bright flashing lights of his screen colliding with your vision, tip of your chin smashing against the keyboard and spewing out all sorts of keys and letters and nonsense. And now the chat‘s trolling you. Gojo‘s nostrils flare up a bit— his hips stuttering once again and you can barely keep up with the pace as your mouth opens up just a little, letting off the most long drawn out moan of his name. “Mhm,” he‘d faintly whine before you feel him pick your head up from behind — leaning in close so the both of you were shown on the screen, head‘s touching each other. “Look how dumb my roomie looks, guys,” and he giggles — holding your head towards the screen and your eyes nearly roll back. “You‘re such a nasty girl. Drooling all on my fucking keyboard.”

You whine from how good he‘s hitting you from behind — stirring up your insides with the ridges of his dick, and it‘s got you pulsating repeatedly from between your legs. The sticky mess that‘s running down your thighs is utterly sloppy and it only makes you throb and throb more. “S-Satoru,” you’d gasp cutely, reaching down to feel yourself. Your noises were so shaky because of hips pounding into you mercilessly— making your mind completely blank and go so stupid. “M’gonna cum again— gonna c-cum… Satoru.”

“Again—?” He purrs, and his voice is smooth a silly, a hint of smug against it once he’s near your face — letting off slutty moans against your ear, and the head of his dick continues to smack and thwack against your g-spot, sending your entire body into a frenzy. Gojo brings a hand up to your mouth, smearing the drool near your mouth and covers your mouth while staring at his screen, muffling your incoherent babbles. “Heh. Ladies, be nice! She‘s still my roommate, bet you guys wish you were Y/N huh?” and he pauses for a bit, bringing a small peck to your cheek while he’s still snapping his hips against you — watching your eyes repeatedly roll with your shaky arms propped up against his desk. “Wish this was you being pounded on my desk, hm? Y/N’s such a lucky girl. Think she might be my biggest fan after all.”

“S—Satoruuuu, please—” you‘d whine once he slips his hand from covering your mouth. He hums against your ear, and your voice is all pathetic and shaky. He‘s shoved and buried deep past your folds, it’s got you so feral and hungry for more as your right leg starts to bounce.

“Oh right,” he mumbles, sneaking a few kisses near your neck, and he‘s grinding his hips against you — and Gojo can‘t help but smack your ass a few times to hear you hit those high notes for him. He loves the recoil of it, it gets him harder and harder each sloppy moment and second that he‘s buried deep inside your cunt to the hilt. “But I dunno,” and he holds your head up again, giving his bright screen a little pout — eyes scampering down at the loads of thirst comments being presented to him along with the loud shrilling ding ding noise he kept getting, and he reaches for his mouse while still fucking you. His snowy colored eyebrows furrow once his stream starts to buffer. “Wha- Hold on, angel hehe. I‘m fucking lagging?! Damn I hate this wifi.”

Your eyes widened, nearly about to orgasm and here Gojo was worrying about his shitty internet connection. “S—Satoru,” you‘d sobbed, and he‘s shoving you against the desk, multi tasking at that as he’s got a hand grazed on your hips while another clung on his mouse. You smell his rich scent of cologne smash against your face, and it made you dizzy within each hit he made towards you that all the words you kept mumbling was his name — barely able to keep yourself up on the desk. “Satoruuuu— Satoru— gonna cum..”

“Wait wait,” he coos to your ear, and it‘s playful and low, making you cunt twitch before moments later his stream‘s back on and he lets off a little sigh of relief. “Finally! Hey guys, sorry about that,” and you‘re already cumming hard on Gojo‘s cock before you realize it — a spring of coil continuing to trough and snap, a shattering feeling that makes you nearly weak in the knees. Gojo stares at you and lets out a cheerful laugh. “Good girl,” and then he turns towards his screen, making you nod your head. “So good for Satoru.”

And then that‘s when the door opens out of nowhere.

“Gojo. I don‘t get why you wanted those unhealthy sugar coated things when Y/N‘s—”

You and Gojo both stare at Nanami and the room‘s all silent — well, not really since Gojo‘s still fucking you deep. Nanami stares at the door with his eyes squinting as if he’s questioning what he‘s seeing.

“Nanami!” Gojo grins cheekily, making you turn your head towards the screen — seeing the chat comments fill up with question marks, thirsting over Nanami now. “Hey man! Wanna join? My dick‘s getting pretty sleepy, heh.”

“………………..…”

#gojo satoru #ahhhhhhhhh

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