You Spend The Day At A Private Beach With Satoru In Attempts To Relax, But Really, He's Had Something

you spend the day at a private beach with satoru in attempts to relax, but really, he's had something in mind since he heard that the beach was going to be rented out.

word count: 2.2K

warnings/disclaimers: this is not safe for work, minors do not interact. oral (fem receiving), fingering, public & consensual sex (despite it being a private beach), creampie, creaming, and squirting. use of the words: daddy, baby & baby girl.

authors note: this is the first time i've written for satoru, so if you have feedback, i'm all ears! thank you to @weepinglevi who read this first. and i hope you enjoy my first jjk work !

There was a reason you loved the beach.

The warm air, along with the soft smell of the body of water that you're lounging by. Peaceful, especially when the beach was private––reserved by a group of sorcerers that deemed vacation was much needed for all of them. And of course, you loved the way that you're laid back on a beach chair with your legs thrown over the shoulders of a white-haired man.

Satoru had been eager since the morning. He'd woken up an hour before you to pack the bags, then started following you around in his swimming suit until you locked him out of the bathroom so you could change into your own suit. After the amount of times he promised you that the beach was private, you were more than comfortable to pick a suit that would be easy to untie so that the sun could spread warmth across your skin evenly.

The ride to the beach had been the longest part. While he was the one driving, he kept fidgeting around, and flashing you little grins.

"Are you excited?" He asked, his hand leaving the wheel to rest on your thigh and squeeze it comfortably. Without giving you enough time to respond, he continued, "I am."

With his tongue pressing deep inside of your cunt, you knew why he had been excited. The fabric of your bottoms had been pushed to the side to make room for him; his fingers still hooked underneath the fabric now, tugging it occasionally when you squirmed up the chair from him. His glasses were pushing back white strands from his eyes–leaving crystal hues glistening in the sun as he watched you.

When your back arched a little off the chair, Satoru hummed cheerfully and pulled back with glistening lips, "don't you like the change of scenery?"

Don't you?

He doesn't wait, just gives you a grin before leaning back in. Usually, he's teasing when he has you spread out like this, but there's a warmth to your skin that's from far more than just the sun. The beach might be private, but it didn't mean other sorcerer's wouldn't come trampling along for a day off.

Satoru doesn't pay mind to that worry––mostly because it doesn't cross his mind to be one. He's concentrating the tip of his tongue against your clit, drawing circles around it while he makes satisfied sounds at the back of his throat. His fingers finally withdraw from the fabric of your bathing suit, and slip between your wet folds.

"You'd think we went swimming already," he teases, pulling back enough to watch his fingers slip inside of your aching body, relieving the burning want momentarily. Satoru tsks, his other hand moving to your hip to still your arch. "Stop squirming up the seat, (y/n). I didn't bring anything to keep you tied down."

Next time, he thinks, I will.

"I'm not doing it purposefully," you answer, preening a little when he licks his lips and admires your body before he's back to your pussy.

While his fingers slowly work inside of you, running across your velvety walls with purpose, his lips close around your aching bud. With his cheeks hollowed a little, he makes a point to moan as he sucks, and lets his eyes flutter shut after you meet them.

He thinks he's the hottest thing alive all the time, and you can't deny that it's the truth. His cockiness is always what gets you.

The soft ache of your growing orgasm racks through you quickly. Satoru's fingers are curving inside of you, the soft wet sound of your pussy mix in with the waves as they bite up the sandy beach. When your eyes slip shut, it's because you're holding onto the beach chair harshly, and arching into his mouth with soft whimpers of his name. He shows no signs of stopping, or slowing down, so carelessly you shake until you finally reach your peak.

You cover his fingers in white, creamy cum. He doesn't stop, even when his mouth has left your clit and he's praising, "atta girl. Look at how wet you are for daddy."

The self-proclaimed title is enough to make you lift your head from the fabric of the chair, and look down at him with a soft whine climbing up your throat. Just in time to watch as he pulls his fingers from your fluttering walls, and brings them to his mouth. He makes a show of licking them off–knowing that you're watching him as he does. His tongue dips between his parting fingers, and his lashes slowly flutter as he peers up at you.

Satoru finishes, then stands. His cock tented in his swimming shorts. He holds his hand out so that when you grab it, he can pull you up onto your shaking legs.

"Where-"

"I want to fuck you on the beach." It's the matter of fact way that he says it that makes you follow him, despite the way you'd expressed a million times while watching movies just how uncomfortable it would be to fuck on a beach. But he didn't press you onto the sand, but instead a towel that he'd already laid down. He dropped between your legs again, smiling at you when you absently dragged your fingers across the sand on either side of your body.

You were a bit too far up the towel, and there was sand in your hair now. You'd complain later, but right now, you were too concentrated on the way Satoru was pushing his shorts down his thighs, leaving his cock springing out.

He was big–matching his build, and he was never shy, only proud when he caught you looking.

"How do you want daddy's cock, hm?"

Stupidly, you didn't answer.

Satoru's brows raised a little, and he brought both hands to your breasts, pushing them together. "Here?" When you whined, he traced his hands down your body, his fingers momentarily slipping back between your folds to barely press inside of you.

"Ooooh," he dragged out, almost in a little tune. "You want daddy down here, don't you baby girl?"

His smile never faltered when he was with you. Maybe it was because he was always able to reduce you into nothing but soft whimpers, whines. It made his cock ache every time he thought about it. Now, it was twitching in his own hand as he guided the tip to your clit to slap it a few times.

"Satoru," you warned, but it hardly had any bite to it. As soon as you'd finished his name, it was repeated again–this time in response to the way he pressed against your entrance.

"Ah, ah. Patience is a virtue." His voice always had a teasing lilt to it. He found amusement in the way that you pressed down to try and entice him to slip inside. But he was aching just as much for you, and he'd been dreaming about fucking you on the beach since he found out they were going to rent the private area. After this, he already had plans to convince you into letting him fuck you in the water too.

But for now, he concentrated on splitting you open on his hard cock. The head pressing between your wet folds, and inside of your fluttering walls. Satoru adored watching the way your lips parted to moan his name softly–even more when one of your hands left the sand in favour of him.

"That's a good girl. Look at how well you're taking my cock." You nodded at his words, unable to help the whine when he kept slipping further inside of your tight walls, fighting to adjust to the way he fit inside of you. "You were made for it, weren't you?"

Satoru's twitching cock sat inside of your aching body. The sun was beating down on his back, making it so his features were a little more pink than usual. He was warm, but comfortably so, and watching your expression as your legs wrapped around his frame. Your heel pressed on his back a little. You'd barely muttered out a request for him to move before he was snapping his hips back, then thrusting his cock back into your body roughly.

You let out a surprised moan in response. One that he gleefully ate up, and wanted to hear more of. So his hips came back again. Each time, his skin slapped against yours. His balls heavy against your frame each time he did.

He built a steady rhythm. Though, each time he fucked into you, you moved a little further up the towel. The sand provided little traction underneath the itchy fabric. You failed to find purchase in the sand too–instead grabbing a fistful of it, while your other hand desperately held onto Satoru.

When he had you pinned underneath him, it was one of the few times that you witnessed him losing himself entirely. Without much more than soft praises tumbling from his lips, he was chasing his own orgasm, and desperately searching for your second of the day (and undoubtedly, not the last).

"Gonna cum on my cock for me, baby?" His words were still teasing. With his face tucking into your neck so that he could talk low in your ear, you couldn't see his smile, but you could hear it. "Fuuuuck, you feel so good. You're gonna milk daddy. Make me empty everything inside of your sweet little cunt."

You moaned in response, unable to find more words than that. Your hand slid down from his shoulder to his exposed ribs, scratching down them a little roughly.

He never used his technique when he was with you. Satoru trusted you entirely, and wanted you to mark his skin up.

"M'close," he muttered, then lifted up. His sunglasses dropped back to the bridge of his nose, and out of annoyance, he pulled them off and dropped them into the sand. Then, he lifted up to his knees–ignoring your disapproving hmmph when your legs were forced to unhook. Satoru pulled out, and you thought for a second that he was going to edge you now that you showed annoyance–but instead, he pulled your legs over his shoulders once again.

"Be good. Let daddy fuck you nice and hard like this. You're going to cum on my cock when daddy does, alright?" He framed it as a request, but it was a demand. You knew Satoru better than to think it was just a suggestion. When he slipped back inside, he dropped his hands into the sand next to you, and purposefully tilted his hips enough to hit your g-spot.

The new position made it easy for him to fuck into you harder, and deeper than he had been before. It made you mewl his name softly. Without the strength to lift your arms up to touch him, you were left pulling at your own breast; exposing them so that you could roll hardened buds between your fingers.

"Do me a favour, baby–play with your clit for daddy."

You nodded, reaching your hand between your body to abuse your own sensitive clit. Satoru groaned at the way your walls tightened around his cock from the new stimulation.

"Fuck. That's a good girl - you feel so good. You're so good for me."

The sun behind his body made it hard for you to look up at him, but your vision was blurry from the way he was fucking into you, anyhow. Satoru almost looked angelic––even more when he moaned your name. Your second orgasm had been building steadily inside of you, but his command is what tipped you over: "cum for me."

You did even more than that for him. You cried out softly as he kept fucking into you, even as he started to spill hot seed inside. His cum was seeping out of your hole as you squirted around his cock.

"Holy shit," he swore, amused by the way you started to squirm more underneath him. Your fingers stilled on your clit, unable to take the stimulation as you drenched your bathing suit in your own arousal, and covered his cock in the clear liquid. Satoru batted your hand out of the way to keep rubbing messy circles against your clit while his hips still; his entire cock nestled inside of your body - keeping most of his cum plugged inside of you.

When you batted his hand away weakley from your clit, he listened. Maybe because he was going to overstim you much later in the day.

"You made such a mess," he said after a moment, licking his lips. Satoru almost looked hungry when he looked between the two of you.

"No more," you begged. You needed more than a few seconds to recover after cumming for a second time. When the white-haired man pursed his lips, and tried to give you puppy dog eyes, you only reached over to the sand blindly to pick up his glasses for him.

Around his cock, you tightened, and he gave a soft whimper of his own, then agreed, "no more - right now." Slowly, he pulled out of you. You could feel everything starting to leak out, but you didn't care. Merely rolled your eyes, and started to hook his glasses back around his ears and push them up his nose.

He quickly got rid of his swimming shorts, deciding he didn't need them anymore. It was a private beach after all.

Satoru was stronger than he looked; he lifted you up from the ground. When you made a sound of protest, he only told you, "we're going to the water, baby! I told you, I wanted to swim today."

And fuck you in the ocean.

Do you write smut? If you do is it okey to write reader x Moriarty brothers where Albert and William show Louis what to do to girl in bed?

Ofc! But before I write, I just wanted to say that I hope this is what you're expecting and I hope you love it! <3

Moriarty Brothers x Reader Where Albert & William show Louis What to do to a girl in bed.

Warning: Smut

Note: MINORS DON'T INTERRACT! I have edit the headcanons and I hope it went better then before.

[Sfw]

Louis may look cold and harsh but he's quite the opposite :D

At first when you start dating the brothers they treat you like a gem!

Super protective over you and wouldn't let someone mess with you or hurt you.

Louis is the one who's responsible on kitchen duty. He prepares breakfast/lunch/dinner almost everyday. You were quite amased by how can someone like Louis who's a scary murderer could cook so flawlessly?

At your free times, Louis will offer to teach you gourmet cooking for spending time together.

Will had him smiling by your clumsiness (thinks you're cute!)

Not only that but when you're with Albert he will invite you over to the music room to play Violin/piano for you.

William in the other hand will read you books. Any genre you want! Romance/Mystery/action/slice of life/fantasy, you name it! But he'll mostly enjoy teaching you math for quality time together.

[Nsfw]

Everytime you wanted to make out , Louis will be the first one who's blushing like crazy before you.

Poor boy, he was confused on how to take the lead.

Luckily he got 2 beast in the manor who is willing to teach Louis about this 😏

When he saw you were fucked dumb by William who keeps thrusting his massive cock inside of you and Albert who thrust your mouth on his erection made him leak pre-cum.

How was he supposed to not get turn on when you're this sexy?

When they were in the stage on edging, oh boy My Boy Louis surrender. What is this?? Hair pulling, bondage, knives play, breeding, degrading??? He really has a soft spot to you and can't bare to say those cruel words Or even hair pulling, what if he hurts you??? He surely doesn't want that. 😔

When you say that it helps to lighten the mood more Louis couldn't stop blushing from the morning till now ever since he saw you each time. Made his mind go wild.

When Louis gets to push his dick inside your body startle and you were shaking so much by how huge it was.

William who was beside him give him instructions on how to know which place to hit and when to go rough.

Meanwhile Albert taught him on stimulating your partner by just talking and teasing.

Poor Louis was trying his best to stay dominant the entire moment. 🙏🏻

After the whole tiredly night, you notice Louis had dark circles around his eyes.

You ask if he get any sleep after the accident and he just stare at you darkly with his danger aura around him and answer with a tired tone.

"I have issues at that time but I'll get over it."

God Louis learn his lesson 🙂

an old comic from 2021 that i never posted here :)

william and sherlock got invited to a dinner as a thank you but the client's daughter kept playing with sherlock's hair and william couldn't stop laughing

For the love of god minors do not interact 18+ only

Imagine…

Gojo when his hands are on your hips while youre baking something sweet to satisfy his sweet tooth, even though both of you know nothing satisfies his sweet tooth.

Gojo when his hands are on your hips guiding you through a crowd as you two were going shopping and there was a shop just down the way that you wanted to check out.

Gojo when his hands are on your hips as he guides you up and down on his huge cock that’s just bullying it’s way into your sloppy tight cunt. His blue eyes watching the bulge in your tummy as he fucks up into you.

Gojo when his hands are on your hips as you’re bent over his desk in his office as he’s fucking you stupid with a sucker hanging out of his mouth. He has a smirk on his face as he can see your reflection in one of the photos that sat on the desk. Eyes crossed, tongue nearly hanging out of your mouth. You can barely form thoughts as the tip of his cock is abusing your cervix. He snickers as he takes the cherry lollipop out of his mouth and put it in yours.

“Here. Keep that slutty little mouth occupied while I fuck this pretty, sloppy, pussy full of my cum. Bet you’ll taste even sweeter when I fuck my cum into you. After I’m done, you’ll get to suck daddy’s cock clean and taste how good our cum tastes, plus with the taste of that sucker in your mouth? You really should be thankful I’m letting you have dessert before dinner.” He smirked as he kept thrusting into you, one hand now fisting your hair as his hips snapped into your ass, balls hitting your clit as you whimper around the sucker, fat tear streaks staining your cheeks as the assault on your cunt continues.

“T-thank you daddy.” You mumble around the sucker, spit spilling down your chin and dripping between your tits as Gojo finally fills you with cum causing you to squirt onto his cock. He pulls outs and watches as some cum leaks out of your abused cunt. Your tight hole flutters around nothing causing more to drip out and down to your clit, you whine at the feeling. Gojo catches it with his thumb and slowly pushes it back inside you, thumb lightly thrusting in and out. Causing you to whine and squirm a bit as your pussy flutters. He pulls his thumb out and makes you turn on your back, Gojo makes you watch as he licks his thumb clean with a arrogant smirk.

“Mm heavenly.” He said before he takes the sucker from you. He licks the spit trail from between your tits up to your chin before putting the sucker into his mouth. “okay princess, daddy cleaned you up. Your turn to take care of daddy, okay?”

You nod and shakily get on your knees in front of him “Yes sir,” you whisper, thighs trembling as you take his cock into your mouth.

“That’s a good girl. That’s my sweet girl.” Gojo says with his hands on the sides of your head.

*reposting on this blog, use to be on @/indigowcrds*

william james moriarty — ( don't we touch each other to prove we are still here? )

synopsis: william never dared to cross the lines that classify the two of you as friends. until, of course, he did.

   "i have a dilemma," you announce softly, your words piercing through the silence that stretches between you and william. another gust of the sharp winter wind rushes past you, howling as it curls up the noahtic's grand structure.

an amused smile finds its way across william's lips. his eyebrows knit as he offers his sympathies, "a dilemma? of what nature?"

you glance between the seemingly boundless sea and him, a playful glint dancing in your eyes. "i have two stunning views before me," you explain, faux guilt dripping from your words, "what a shame it would be, to ignore one in favour of the other."

   "a shame indeed," willam hums thoughtfully, and you pretend to not notice the colour rising to his cheeks, "and how may i assist you, my lady?"

your fingers curl around the deck's railing and squeeze. anxiety flutters in your stomach, coiling around the words you've been repeating in your head and keeping them lodged stubbornly in your throat.

a calmer breeze brushes past you, redirecting your gaze to the water. not much light decorates the ship's deck, aside from the gentle glow offered by the new moon. despite your apprehension, an odd serenity floats in the air, and you inhale deeply. this night is a product of a chain of coincidences that led to the meeting between you and william james moriarty, and you suppose you must now give back to the strings of fate.

   "dance with me?"

he glances at your outstretched hand curiously. you wonder whether he is strong willed enough to allow himself this moment, to plunge into the depths of uncertainty that come with exploring the nature of the relationship the pair of you share.

this ship, named after the great tale of noah, the harbinger of salvation for his people. your gaze flickers to the sky, and you wonder whether there are gods watching this saviour before you. whether they laugh at his attempts. perhaps the intertwined threads of your destinies would not end in blackened death, were there a grand arc to be prepared for this cause, as well.

the bitter smile rising to your lips freezes as william's hand rises, hovering above the railing. doubt taints his visage.

an amused smile finds its way to your face as you realise he's doing it again — thinking so loud that it leaves behind deafening silence in its wake.

   "i did not wear my best dress for a simple dinner," you urge softly.

the air is thick, and somewhere between the heart's rhythmic reminders of mortality, you feel the pads of william's fingers graze against the centre of your palm, hesitant, until he exhales softly. a heartbeat echoes in your ear; you do not know whose it is.

what william leads you through is not a proper dance — tonight, he has ventured to tiptoe the line that marks the two of you as friends, as something more. the music seeping through the walls and reaching you upon the ship's desk is a whisper, though his grip is anything but; he sways as easily, as gracefully as the gentle sweep of the ocean's waves, keeping his arms firm around you.

"your dilemma?" he asks with a teasing edge to his tone, easing you into a twirl. your feet fall into step naturally one after another, breath catching the moment he pulls you back into his chest.

"resolved," you lie, watching the way his eyes soften under the light of the moon. the blues of the sea pale in comparison.

as if the cold winter wind has truly frozen time itself, william reaches out to brush a gentle finger along your jawline. he catches himself the moment his thumb brushes against your lower lip.

this moment has a pulse, you realise; it beats incessantly with the knowledge of your foretold ends, inspiring the rough edges of fear that you now see in william's eyes. the only witnesses to the existence of this moment are you, him, and perhaps the stars that aligned for the two of you to meet.

( william wonders whether you will remember, when he is no longer. when you have no reason to.

but for now, you are in his arms, and that is enough. )

featuring. college au!gojo satoru x fem!reader x geto suguru

wc. 9.2k

genre. dark/taboo, smut, angst

tw. 18+ nsfw, non/dubcon, toxic/abusive relationships, manipulation, victim blaming, dry humping, penetration, masturbation, irresponsible practice of bdsm, hair pulling, mild exhibitionism, size kink (both 6’3”, gojo can lift you), implied corruption kink, degradation, creampie, intoxication/alcohol, incel behavior, misogyny, dacryphilia

synopsis.

“Parading around as my personal fucktoy get you that excited?” he starts with a smirk, wide eyes drinking up your sharp inhale as if it were his own, inspiring pinpricks of heat to rise to your cheeks.

He hooks the hem of your skirt with his thumbs when he’s met with silence, pulls you from the doorframe just far away that he can release the elastic with a snap, silent snigger on his lips when it elicits a small sound of surprise from you. You nod in response, frantic bob of your head drawing a low growl from his chest and a “that’s right, I know what’s best for my pet,” as he lifts you off your feet and carries you to the bedroom.

notes. title inspo: love the way you lie (eminem, rihanna). you’re dating gojo, a charming, manipulative, self-entitled bastard. geto is, of course, his best friend, written as an aloof, self-righteous, bitter incel. please stay safe, read all the warnings, and enjoy. this is the most personal fic i have to offer. it draws from not-so-savory past relationships… i hope it remains the only testament to them. <3

links. broken toys. (sequel)

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