SEVEN-DAY-SLUT Gojo Satoru

SEVEN-DAY-SLUT gojo satoru

SUMMARY: you and your ex decide to spend halloween together for old times sake. yet a single watch of a videotape leads to an eerie phone call that says you both have seven days to live. might as well fuck each other for the last time, right?

CONTENT: f! reader, ex bf! gojo, tiny plot, switch! gojo, needy gojo, gojo just cums a lot, angst kind of, dirty talk, overstim, praise, size kink, fingering, f! receiving, you squirt, dumbification, unprotected, cowgirl, prone bone, impact play, breath play, (pet names: angel, baby)

WORD COUNT: 4.9k

NOTE: hahaahahaha the ending is kinda funny if i do say so myself 💔 thank u @omgeto for beta reading </3

KAZUTOBER M.LIST

“ . . oh, the movie’s over already?” you mumble, rubbing your eyes as you sat up from the burgundy fat cushioned couch— you cringed, realizing you were laying on gojo’s shoulders and he’s nearly asleep already. you deadpan, lightly nudging him and his eyes flutter open. “it’s getting late.”

“leaving me already?” he fake pouts, and his voice had a mere tired rasp to it— averting his eyes towards the flatscreen, bringing the head of the remote towards it, pausing the slow rolling end credits that played before yawning. “don’t you wanna watch one more movie with your loving boyfriend?”

you scoffed. “ex boyfriend,” and you sat up, rubbing your hands down your arms from the sudden abrupt cool air. “and the movie was hard to watch with you screaming every five seconds like a girl.”

“shut up,” he glares, before gojo reaches across the couch— you stare at him and watch as he pulls some sort of vintage black vhs tape, sticking it into the dvd player before humming. “i found this while i was out. geto told me we should watch it together, knowing him it’s probably porn.”

you sulk, laying your head down against the armrest of the couch as gojo finishes putting the tape in— and he sits back with you, and the tv just turns into pure white static. “. . is it supposed to do that?” you speak in a drowsy voice.

then— you both pause once the landline rings.

gojo stares at you blankly and you lightly shove him, furrowing your eyebrows. “don’t look at me, that's your phone. answer it.”

“me? i don’t wanna answer it, it’s midnight and—”

you glare at him and he dramatically sighs, “fine,” before dragging his feet towards the silver-white landline phone that continued to ring an annoying whistle— gojo intakes a breath while rubbing his eyes, picking up the phone and bringing it towards his ear, twirling the cord against his pointer finger before speaking in a low subtle, “yo.”

at first it was just pure static through the other line, it sounded like a slight glitching noise of a person breathing softly before he made out with what appears to be a person muttering, “seven days until you die.”

gojo’s eyes widens and he immediately hangs up, and turns back towards you— your eyebrows furrow and you slightly tilt your head towards the left. “who was that?”

“. . uh, it was no one. just a— dumb halloween prank call,” he says, and you notice instantly how his body language changes, he’s fidgeting yet tries to play it off with a dumb awkward cheesy grin, running a hand through his white strands before clearing his throat— watching you deadpan as if you already knew he was lying.

“. . . okay okay fine, don’t freak out but we’re gonna die in seven days.”

“says who?” you snort, reaching for your drink near the cupboard, bringing the plastic up towards your lips.

“obviously . . the phone said it,” gojo stammers, nervous laughter leaving his lips before sits back down— his weight pressing against the couch for a split moment, and you glance at him, it was kind of cute, the tiny slim tremor in his voice. he was actually scared. “we’re gonna die. like, actually gonna die in seven days.”

“you’re being dramatic,” you sit up, staring at your ex— such and always was just a baby, an entire drama queen, his eyebrows furrowed as he stared at you, his face grows flustered— and he’s always been one to barely hold eye contact with you for a few seconds. “what can i do for you to calm down and stop being a ba—”

“let me eat you out.” he instantly replies, and you watch the corners of his lips form into a soft pout just full of utter desperation. he tugs near the string of his grey sweats before lowering his head, replying in a teasing, “please baby?” and then he lets off another nervous chortle. “i . . . at least wanna die while being between your legs after all, heh.”

so dramatic. 

you wouldn’t be surprised if this really was a meaningless prank call. you raise your eyebrows slightly, and he’s actually maintaining direct eye contact— cerulean eyes fixated on your entire face, and you let off a, “really?” gojo slowly nods, thin strands of his white locks swaying a bit in front of his face, and his gaze was undeniably attractive, his eyebrows knead together before you let off a sigh— staring away before grumbling, “fine. but we aren’t gonna die, satoru.”

famous last words. 

although, you were currently laid flat against your back, just barely sitting up with your legs slowly spreading and gojo nearly makes off a soft needy noise— his eyes averts straight towards the thin fabric worn shorts you wore, he lowers his head, with a swift lick of his lips, he pushes himself closer until he’s face first towards your inner thighs. 

he runs his tongue softly up near your skin and you moan— before he stares dead at you, with such frisky intent, purposefully biting down on the pad part of your panties, only to drag his tongue against the very middle part— a mere groan leaves his mouth once he tastes how sweet you were, you were soaked, and he only wondered why. 

“i missed her,” he murmurs in a raspy tone, his tongue was just teasing— creating soft kitten licks near the crevice of your thighs before back towards your underwear, gojo already took your shorts off, just barely to where they were just hanging on your legs. you didn’t know what he meant by her at first, but it was obvious— he missed your pussy.

you whined, forgetting how lazy gojo was when it came to eating you out— he slid his tongue across your panties, keeping them on the entire time which only made you pout in sheer frustration. 

“take them off,” you moaned, starting to move a bit against his face— a hand of yours gripped onto his messy strands, your fingers dug against his strands and he sneaked a glance at you, a near smug grin on his face. “s-satoru, take my panties off.”

“are you asking me or telling me, angel?” he purrs, and he’s getting mean— cocky, lapping his tongue slowly against the middle part of your panties, returning such a menacing little gaze, he felt you throbbing, peppering sweet kisses against the fabric before he brings a hand towards your protected clit.

“. . . pretty please take my panties off,” he says, annoyingly pitching his voice to the way you spoke, butchering it entirely and a soft guffaw leaves his lips once he gives your pussy a light smack. “say that for me.”

you were so aroused— him being between your legs, such nerves bundled inside of you— you were highly sensitive to his touch it seemed, it’s been a while since you were ever intimate anyway, making you appear to be a bit more needy than you intended. 

“just fucking take them off.” you whined, a cute attempt to grab his hair towards you but he lightly smacks your hand. 

“. . oh, so you chose to be bratty today huh,” gojo mocks, and he does eventually slide your lace panties down your thighs— finally. his voice dropped an octave and it was sexy, you throbbed a bit yourself, staring down at him, and he gathers a wad of his own spit before you hear it make contact against your pussy.

and you bit down on your lip, feeling gojo start to rub circles against your cunt only to spank it. “you always did never knew how to be a good girl.”

you moaned— almost forgetting how filthy gojo was when it ever came to being between your legs, his saliva trickles down your folds, and he slides a finger inside while laying his pink tongue flat, cleaning it up while staring at you openly. “you’re so n-nasty, satoru.”

“maybe, but i know you’re into that kinda thing.” he replies immediately— and there was such sass and sheer arrogance in his tone, you whimpered from how his long slender finger easily reached inside your pussy, slow and tender, careful— you were drenched completely, your head starts to spin, and his words only make you pulsate further and further. 

a tiny mewl left your glossed lips once your ankle pressed against his back— the heel of your foot brushing against his toned back muscles that perfectly hid underneath the fabric of his tight fitted university hoodie. “f-fuck don’t stop s—satoru,” you hissed out in short breaths, leaning back with your legs just spread wide open for him, your eyes create a direct staring contest with the ceiling above you. 

“mpfh—” is all he replies with, and he’s so sloppy with his tongue, just face deep— the tip of his nose brushes and swipes against your puffed pussy and you whimpered, feeling his thumb play between your folds— he slides his middle finger out of you before pulling it out, only to then break his mouth away to start maneuvering a plethora of vigorous circles against your pussy, watching your pathetic poor legs shake and jolt within his grasp. “how long has it been since you’ve squirted, baby?”

“don’t . . call me that,” you moaned— and your sexually irritated tone only makes him chuckle, he brings another spank towards your throbbing soaked folds and you’re already so close— it was embarrassing, you barely lasted a few minutes, yet you were just no match for your dumb cocky ex boyfriend’s tongue— let alone his long slender fingers. 

“i can call you whatever i want and you’ll still get soaked from it,” gojo snickers— bringing an abrupt kiss towards your clit, you ached for your incoming release, you started to feel your nipples throb and poke against your bra, your hand still firmly attached to the top of his head— gripping onto his silk white strands which much intent. “oh, it’s been a while i know, you don’t have to answer that,” and he smiles— dragging his tongue against your pussy before dramatically sighing. “i know your body, princess.”

you continued to whine again and again, like it was just a broken record, gojo’s fingers were just so mean and long— he’s still rubbing circles against your clit, multitasking while lapping his tongue against your sweetened folds, he was just impossible— he was so into it, his eyes were closed, he looked pretty though— long white lashes just fluttering while he ate you out, he was starved, it had been about maybe a good six months since you’d both broken up.

six months felt like six years to gojo. 

of course, he only invited you over to watch a movie— the two of you both shared the same love of horror films, yet now instead of watching movies, you were getting eaten out by gojo as if he was going to die— and according to his dumb knowledge, he was, apparently.

in seven days. 

evidently, you were going to die too— but you figured the entire thing was fake, gojo probably used this as an excuse to eat you out, knowing him he probably would— but if it was one thing gojo satoru was good at, it was pleasing a woman.

he was just addicted to your exquisite taste, his tongue rests flat against your pussy, and he’s just so lewd— such noises coming from his own mouth, slurp after slurp, he’s losing himself with your slick that was already racing down his pale chiseled chin, every few seconds, he’d pull back to swipe a tongue against his lips, a hungry seductive mhm leaving his mouth each time. “you let anyone else play with this pussy?”

“y-yeah.” you moaned, some sort of brattiness returning to you— a tiny smile pressed against your lips, awaiting his reaction only for gojo to meanly spank your pussy and you whimper.

“don’t lie,” he scoffs, and you moan again, feeling him bring two fingers to pinch your pussy, staring at it while his bottom lip pokes out a bit in pure amusement. he hums once he feels your legs start to shake— 

he brings his mouth back against your folds to latch his tongue against your clit, slowly licking before it turns into sloppy sucking— at this point, he was making out with your cunt, a poor mocking imitation of french kissing, really. “ooh. i wonder how many spanks on this filthy clit it’ll take to make you squirt for me, girl,” and he brings his tongue towards the inner part of your labia— giving it a tiny kiss before flickering his half-lidded eyes back towards you. “you’ve always been my messy girl.”

“stop talking,” you whimpered— feeling as if your legs were about to give up any minute, your thighs ached with such greed and ecstasy, you could just taste your incoming release about to come— you’re continuously gripping onto his messy white strands, practically shoving him in and out of your pussy, using his head basically like a rag doll— gojo chuckles against your cunt while his mouth is stuffed full— his lips were pink and slick, glossed and sheeny with your entire slick. “f-fuckkk satoru.”

“sorryyy,” he sneers, his tongue just dips in and out and your eyes start to roll back— so much to where your vision transmits into white practically, your mouth was dumbly prying open just slightly and he was just sucking everything out of you. 

you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss this, his tongue, you could never get enough of how good he ate you out. he could just go on for hours, happily being stuffed between your thighs. “come on baby, you can do it for me,” he purrs, seductively talking you through your incoming orgasm. he breaks his mouth away to breathe, and you let off a cute gasp— feeling him start to rub circles against your pussy as well as smacking it lightly with the palm of his hand. “remind me how messy you always were, yeah.”

“s—satoruuu,” you’d babble, and the circles he made against your cunt with the simple palm of his hand was so hypnotizing— you pulsed tremendously between your legs, still maintaining a tight grip within his hair before you moan— a whiney whimper ripples out your throat, and you finally squirt, gasping out a sweet, “f-fuckkkk.”

“and you call me nasty,” gojo teases, leaning back yet still dragging a thumb against the pretty pulsating nub that was stuffed between your folds, you glare at him— catching your breath, tummy slightly heaving and it felt good— good to where your eyes became half-lidded, and you craved more, his tongue did so many things to you, in more ways than he could explain. 

he sits up to get between your legs, and you whine from your shaky orgasm causing your legs to feel like mush— nerves inside of you making you dizzy and in an almost unknown trance— and he leans in to kiss you. 

gojo expects you to pull or push him away, but you don’t— you kiss him back, your legs wrap around his waist, and he tastes sweet, mint lingered on his tongue, and you moaned in his mouth once he brings a thumb towards your chin to stroke it, the taste of your own sleek slick made you throb a bit too much— it was filthy. 

yet, the phone rings again. 

gojo ignores it— continuing to lock his lips against yours, his tongue goes in sync with your own and you make him grunt in your mouth— it’s sexy, and he’s feeling himself get hard, you have the backs of your ankles brushing against his waist which only makes things more intense— all the while your legs wrapped around him. 

but the landline kept screaming that same repeating ring— and you pulled away, much to a needy pout on forming on his lips. 

“answer it, satoru.” you pant, licking your lips and he catches his breath as well. 

“fine,” he scoffs, getting up— walking towards the ringing landline, growing annoyed at whoever was interrupting the two of you. gojo brings the cold copper phone up to the side of his ear before he mutters in a low vexed tone. “hello?”

you stare, and gojo just shrugs— waiting for a reply, but comes none, just static once again on the other line. he rolls his eyes, hanging it up yet again before dragging his feet towards you, sliding a hand inside of his university hoodie.

“. . . anyways,” he sighs, getting back between your legs— planting a kiss near your neck. “come on princess, not finished with you yet.”

he brings you to his bedroom— the bed you used to always sleep with him in, it smelled just like him, a mere cinnamon aroma, and gojo was . . mean, he couldn’t exactly help it— he missed you, he missed your body, your sweet whiney sounds, and he definitely missed fucking you into the mattress, dragging out orgasm after orgasm out of you as if it was nothing for him— because it really wasn’t. 

“f-fuck baby. that’s it,” he huffs out in a low rasp, you’re laid on your chest— just barely clinging onto a fat satin covered pillow, moaning up an entire storm before he spanks your ass, sinking his thick inches in and out of your cunt.

“. . . mhm . . face down, ass fuckin’ up,” and his voice grows lower and lower— it’s making you wet from his lewd words that reach straight towards your pussy. “missed seeing that slutty back arch, princess. you always know how to take it everytime,” and he groans. “like a good girl.”

you whimpered, his words were just raunchy.

he makes you maintain the arch, and he’s just smacking his hips into you— driving into your very core at full throttle. smack after smack, you’re so dizzy, getting entirely drunk from his dick that it’s simply embarrassing—

gojo grabs on your right wrist and pins it against your back, his thrusts just becoming sloppier and sloppier. “y-your pussy is just—” and he pauses, letting off a needy moan, “throwing itself at me— over and over and fuckin’ over . . damnnnn.”

you’re whining— his weight pressing down against your ass, you’re resting down on your arms, he’d just so deep, stuffing you full of girth that you’re just in a complete trance— 

heavily to where gojo leans up close to you, a hand softly wrapping around your throat, the pad of his middle finger swiftly brushing against your neck and he feels the needy vibrational noises you made with just your mouth— 

so loud, so noisy.

“. . . i missed you,” he coos, and his voice was low, he’s next to your ear, and he means it, each mean thrust against you, gojo starts to grow vocal— moaning such slutty moans against your ear with a hand softly wrapped around your throat. 

“. . . s-so bad.” he moans, you whimper from the way his cock bullied it’s way in and out of your cunt, singing out such salacious soaking squelches—

the pure definition of lewd.

that’s the perfect word for your pussy.

just lewd.

“baby, i wanna hear you. don’t try to hide your moans— you can be a little slutty for me, h-heh. i know how much this filthy pussy misses me. it’s so talkative, listen to it with me.”

you suddenly grow quiet, moan after moan, practically being shoved into the fat mattress on constant repeat, his girth stretching your tight pussy, and you hear it— 

your cunt spitting out noise after noise from gojo’s throbbing dick, verses rippling from your folds practically— he couldn’t get enough of how drenched and soaked you were, it gets him so feral— and that’s when you whine, his base smacking against you— and he groans. “s-satoru, you only invited m—me over so you could fuck me.”

“that’s not true,” he huffs out, a breathy chuckle leaving his lips— his hips were just vigorously driving into you now, making you keep your arch again and again. “i invited you over because i missed you. but your pussy isn’t complaining, so . . . ”

“just shut up and fuck m-me.” you babbled, mentally rolling your eyes— such a blabbermouth, gojo always talked and talked and talked— even while he was deep in your guts— he was never one to shut his mouth. 

“that’s what i’m doing, brat.” he grunts— replying sharply, and his hits against you are so good, it’s just about having your tongue to start lolling out, so deep, it’s got your head spinning and spinning like a merry-go-round. “gonna m-make me fuckin’ cum.”

he can’t help but be a bit rough— he scoots your hips up closer towards him, pumping thick inches in and out of you constantly, it’s a repetition, he clings onto your waist, soft pads of his thumbs brushing against your hips— it’s soothing in a way, despite his nasty hips driving you to complete insanity. 

“inside, s-satoru.” you whined— and he presses his weight against your ass once more, thwack after thwack it’s got your body responding with a plethora of jolting movements— gojo knew how to fuck, specifically, he knew how to fuck you. 

“nasty girl,” he grunts— and a whine rips from out of you, the very curve of his cock, traces inside of you with each deep sensual hit and smack against your rear— he brings a few spanks to your ass and you’re just whimpering — he gets off on the sheer recoil, swiping a tongue against his lips before groaning, “f-fuckkk— gonna stuff you full princess, take every drop and don’t spill it.”

and once gojo came— it was so much, thick velvety ropes poured out, and he shook, biting down on his lip once more, he slows his strokes down, pausing his hips and you moan— feeling him suddenly bring a hand towards your back, touching near your spine as he filled you up— his mouth felt dry, and he groaned, his hefty base just jackhammering time after time against your cunt.

“s-satoru.” you mewled, and your eyebrows furrow once he suddenly pulls out— you immediately pout, and he grabs ahold of his length— slapping his leaky tip against your puff folds, over and over and over— a small grunt leaves his mouth as he fixates his eyes on your pussy— 

so filthy, pretty dumb folds just oozing with his cum spilling out, your back was still arched as you faced forward, making a cute attempt to wriggle your hips so he could continue. 

“mhmmm jus’ like that, girl,” he grunts, bringing a thumb towards your pulsating bud between your folds— you whine once he starts to plug and stick his cum back inside since it was so messy, he's already got you dripping down your thighs with his seed. “m-milked me so good, but there’s still more i wanna fill you with, baby.”

and gojo does— he shows how much he misses you by fucking you stupid, stuffing your pretty needy pussy with every ounce of him— and whenever gojo came, he came a lot, thick stringy ropes— he couldn’t help it, each load he gave you he’d let off the sweetest sultry moans, he’d do this thing everytime— cocking his head back, the slightest form of his adam’s apple showing, muscles contracting, it was sexy. 

yet by this point— after being filled to the brim every single time, you were riding gojo now— he laid back against the bed— you whine, starting to  rock your hips against him, and gojo’s got a entirely flustered— seeing you ride him, merely struggling to take him at first— 

he was so deep, you bit down on your lip, clenching onto his thigh before whimpering, your panties were lazily pulled to the side, and he’s staring at you with that annoying gaze, a near sneer pressing against his lips. 

“you’re so hot when you struggle,” he grins— a raspy guffaw leaving his lips, and he brings two rough hands towards your ass— lightly squeezing it with his palms before spanking you and you moan, returning his stare with a vexed glare. “still gotta do everything for you, princess. that’s okay. you always were my dumb pretty girl.”

“stop talking.” you whined — and he’s stretching you out, you were just sopping wet all because of him— strings of his cum started to race down the sides of your inner thighs, you swayed your hips against him and he was just so deep.

it’s carnal, the way it makes a dirty itch commence in your brain. you were so tender—just gojo touching you was enough to make you spasm, it was embarrassing. 

he chuckles— yet he pauses once you lightly shove him back against the fat stuffed pillows, taking somewhat control of your movements— and a single gasp gets caught in his throat. “s-shit, baby. i just f—fuckin’ came. fuck fuckkk—”

gojo watches as you move against his lap, his throbbing cock coated with a few veins just pumping in and out— his base thwacking against his skin, his head leans back— 

long pretty white lashes flutter as he stares up at the ceiling, taking a moment to swallow. “g—god, you’re a little s-slut for fucking me like this a-angel. making me f-feel good.”

“and you’re still talking,” you moaned with a bit of hidden sass, and that earned a smile from him, even while he’s chasing his incoming high, his white strands were messy from the constant jittery movements— he was just no match for your hips, it never failed to get him weak in the knees.  “just s-shut up, satoru.”

“make me.” he whines back. 

you glare, leaning in to kiss him— and he expects it, returning it before grabbing onto your ass, making sure he’s pumping inch after inch inside of your pussy— your thighs painted exquisitely with his seed, sashaying your hips against him— he groans in your mouth, before it turns into sweet melodic moans. gojo couldn’t keep his hands to himself— not when it came to you. 

“fuck . . fuck me, baby.” he moaned— pulling away to stare at you, his voice trembled a bit, licking his lips before leaning in to nibble on your bottom lip. “i need y-you, make me cum.”

his voice was filled with so much desperation— a quaver in his tone as you reached down to rub against your clit, continuing to rock against him back and forth, back and forth— your head raced miles a second and gojo’s so loud— his moans rang around the paper thin walls of the apartment. 

“fuckkk this pussy is just nasty,” he groans, and his head goes back— his hand barely gripping onto your ass anymore, his jaw clenched, such bass in his words before he feels his shaft poke against a certain sweetened spot of yours, and you whimper loudly. “keep it in. fuckin’ keep it for me—”

he moans, and the head of his cock kisses against your folds— realizing how far gojo was inside your pussy made you throb and clench around him— he shivered a bit, giving you yet another load, he lost count by this point— as if it was some sort of competition— let alone contest, although it was safe to say, you were stuffed full, to the absolute brim. 

you pant, he’s still throbbing inside of you before you lean in to kiss him— gojo slings a hand around your waist, sliding his tongue against yours before out of nowhere his body jerks. 

you furrowed your eyebrows, watching him start to jolt— before he slumped onto the bed on his back.

“satoru . . ?” you stammered, wondering what happened— your heart beats rapidly and he wasn’t moving, you leaned in— not knowing what to do, staring right into his face, raising your voice and your voice cracks. “s-satoru?”

there’s no reply.

you’re growing more and more panicky as each second passed — his eyes were closed, and you’re just confused, was he . . dead . . ? you brought a hand up to his face— lightly smacking him, and again there’s no reaction. 

so out of nowhere— you feel a tear roll down your cheek. “satoru? this isn’t funny. wake up, i never got to tell you that—” and you pause, a single tear landing on his pale cheek, your voice growing tiny, turning into an almost sweet defeated murmur.

“—that i love you.”

yet seconds later, his eyes flutter and he grins. “awww really?”

you were embarrassed— your mouth slightly opens, completely unamused, and you smack his chest, sitting up. 

“. . that’s not funny, asshole. i-i thought you were dead.” you stammered, feeling yourself get hot from all over your body— your heart still pulsed, and you started to actually wonder deep down, if you did in fact still have feelings for him. 

“well, baby i’m not dead.” gojo snickers— and you only glare at him, sliding your clothes on before walking out the bedroom. he rubs the back of his neck with a sheepish grin— noticing you left your panties, coated with nothing but his cum. “. . i love you too, heh.”

gojo sits up, with a smile on his face— glancing at the clock near his dresser, it reads close to midnight, and he stands up to stretch. he had to show the tape to someone— and that someone had to be you, someone he loves. loved.  

little did you know, how stupid you were. 

perhaps everything was planned after all along, now if only you didn’t watch that stupid tape with gojo— because in approximately seven days,

you were going to die. 

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PUSSYCAT-PRIMADONNA gojo satoru

SUMMARY: gojo visits his local strip club out of boredom. yet it’s his surprise to see the top paying girl is no one other than his pretty best friend, you.

WORD COUNT: 6k omg

CONTENT: f! stripper reader, modern! au, lap dance, dry humping, overstim, brat reader, dumbification, degradation, praise, f! receiving, size kink, impact play, unprotected, manhandling, semi-public, pussywhipped gojo, prone bone, cowgirl, pet names: (baby, princess, angel)

NOTE: old request. this entire fic was inspired from buttons by the pussycat dolls, sadly gojo doesn’t die this time :/ ty @omgeto for beta reading some <3

It was your final shift of the day— one more session and your day would be over, the music throughout the club blared, booming throughout the speakers of the entire place. Some fast paced song played in the background as you glanced at yourself in the mirror— using the very pad of your thumb to rub some of the sheeny polished gloss that resided on your lips.

Dragging your feet across the sleek, smooth porcelain like floor— you started to make your way towards the private room where your customer was waiting. The very back of your heels clanked against the ground over and over, and you enter the room to see the man already waiting.

“Hi. If you can specify how many minutes you’d like—”

And you pause once you look up to see your best friend of years, Gojo Satoru— sat manspread, in nothing but jeans and a tight fitted shirt, staring right at you— he’s just as surprised as you, and he can’t help but let his eyes wander and roam your body, your exotic attire of lingerie, he’s never seen you dress like that.

“Satoru?” You furrowed your eyebrows in utter confusion, he hated strip clubs.

“Hey . . .” Is all he says before he spreads his legs just a bit, and his eye contact remains on you, and that’s when your eyes trail down towards Gojo‘s lap to see it. His hard boner that didn’t fail to make itself visible underneath his jeans.

“What are you doing here?” You spoke after a long awkward silence— eyeing him a near perplexed look, eyebrows slightly parted the more your eyes remained on his.

Gojo leans back, and for some strange reason— it was as if his eyes were stuck on your body, the lingerie you wore, hugged your body in all the right places, you almost forgot, you were quite literally nearly if not practically half-naked in front of your best friend. He leans back against the velvet red cushioned sofa before speaking in a soft yet somewhat of a coy playful tone.

“We’ve been friends for how long, and you never told me you were a stripper.”

“You never asked.” You replied, walking towards him— and he slightly raised his head up to face you exactly, and a smile pressed against his pink glossed lips.

Gojo swiftly shrugs. “Yeah, as if I’m supposed to guess you dance for a living,” and then he rubs a hand back against his neck, his eyes still roamed and his gaze— it was so dirty, the way his stare remained for so many seconds at a time, it was as if time stood still for a moment, his eyes went up and up and up, glancing at your curves, your hips, your entire pretty physique.

“. . . Sooo,” he hums, slowing his words purposely before a near chuckle leaves his lips. “You gonna gimme a lap dance or what?”

You peered at him, your eyes rolled back as you made your way right in front of Gojo— taking a seat right on his lap.

Gojo‘s completely fixated on you the entire time, he’s annoying, haughty half-grin remaining on him as he swiped a tongue against his lips, his eyes gazed right into you as you straddled him abruptly.

“I can’t believe I have to give you out of all people a lap dance.” You grumbled, throwing your arms around his shoulders, a soft sigh leaving your nose as the music started to play in the background— it was slow, a perfect setting and rang across the entire dim-lit room.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Gojo clicks his tongue with a soft laugh, and that’s when he brings his rough big hands towards the sides of your hips before you smack them away and he winces.

You raise your eyebrows as you start to grind against him slowly. “No touching policy, Satoru.”

“You’re so boring. I touched you before.” Gojo replies with a snarky tone.

“Hugging doesn’t count.” You mumble, matching the sheer sarcasm in his voice. Gojo doesn’t reply, and instead he moves his eyes towards your hips, watching you start to move— back and forth against him and a soft grunt leaves his lips, he’s so hard that you could feel it. Feel him poking out from underneath your lacey protected panties.

Gojo leans back, and he grows silent as you give him the lap dance, he studied you the entire time, your movements, it was insanely insatiable in a way, your hips were just nasty— rubbing against his clothed jeans, Gojo‘s stopped talking which is a surprise— he’s keeping his entire focus on you, you’re all into the mood, the music guiding the way you went against him it seemed, somewhat motivating you.

“. . Fuck,” he groans, watching you move yourself back and forth against his thigh— teasingly getting right up close and personal to his face, the sweet saccarhine coated scent of your fragrance drives him dizzy, your smell was purely enticing, soft breath fanning against his neck— and Gojo couldn’t handle how much of a tantalizing little thing you were.

You had your hands propped onto his broad shoulders, swaying against him— and Gojo’s quietly breathing through his nose, your hips were just impossible, you drove him crazy. It was a coincidence, sure, but if Gojo knew you’d be a stripper working here, he’d surely be asking for you everyday.

“You’re being a tease,” he scoffs, growing slightly irritated once he sees you stand up from his lap suddenly, grazing your hands down slowly all over your body, doing an entire perfect figure eight stance with your body— sensually moving to the repetitive constant beats of the music.

“No I’m not,” You hum, maintaining a good sensuous rhythm. Each beat from the sound, your hips matched perfectly— you were completely in sync throughout the entire time it played, sashaying towards him again before smiling. “You wanna touch me, Satoru . . ?”

Gojo nearly starts to pant— and he’s growing more and more impatient. You get on his lap again— this time your back’s facing him and you’re just casually moving yourself up and down against him, nice and slow, he can’t take it— you’re so cruel, he’s just getting harder and harder by the moment.

“You know I wanna touch you,” He repeated, his voice was low, and he sounded frustrated— it was somewhat adorable. Gojo’s eyebrows were furrowed together, and his face grew a bit flustered throughout you grinding yourself against him over and over again. “Brat.”

You smile to yourself, bringing Gojo’s hands up to your hips— and he stares down, watching you guide his rough hands to squeeze against your waist, feeling against the sheer thin straps of your lingerie set. The room was dim— the purple fluorescent lights shined just barely, it was a bit dark in the private room— Gojo could only just about make out your pretty face and that cute smug grin compressing against your glossed lips.

Moments later— the ten minutes were up, and much to Gojo’s disappointment, just as you were about to get off his lap, he held your hips in place before huffing out a needy, “. . Waittt.”

“Ten minutes are ov—.” and that’s when you pause right mid speech, feeling the very hard tent underneath his pants poke right beneath your panties.

You’re still sitting on Gojo’s lap and then he grunts. “. . . Can’t . . . leave me with this damn boner, princess. You got me all hot and bothered after dancing all over me like that.”

“You’re dramatic,” You rolled your eyes, still straddling his lap before staring directly at him, and Gojo returned the look, his hair was slightly messy, ruffled and he looked heavily attractive, even while primarily dressed down. “What do you want then, a kiss?”

“More than that,” Gojo murmurs in a near low voice, and you gasp— feeling his fingers brush against the thin straps of your attire, it pops against your skin lightly before he brings you towards him, and his lips are just against yours. “I want you.”

You hum, inches apart from kissing him before smiling. “Kiss me then, Satoru.”

Gojo couldn’t wait as soon as you said that, he pulled you into a deep and needy kiss— you remained idly sat propped up on his lap, teasingly starting to grind yourself against him as your lips pressed against his. He grunts in your mouth from that, and you nearly moaned, feeling his rough hands roam quite everywhere around your body— feeling and tugging on your straps, desperate to just rip it off your body already. Gojo tasted sweet, you could taste some tangy light liquor on his tongue yet you couldn’t really make out the flavor— it was rich, savory and definitely candied.

You brought your hands onto both sides of his face, stroking his cheek as you kept straddling him— swaying your hips back and forth against his brick hard boner that tuck underneath his jeans and he was about to lose it— you heard his breath get caught in his throat before he squeezes your ass with one hand. You whine, and that’s when Gojo lifts you up.

“S- Satoru,” you moaned, and you sat back against the fat cushioned sofa— he’s staring at you and he was panting, his pink sheeny lips now practically covered and coated with your sweetened lip gloss. He licks his lips swiftly and slowly, and that simple tiny gesture had no reason being that attractive.

“What time do you close?” He huffs out, standing over you— blue eyes focused on your sprawled out body the entire time.

You catch your breath slightly, sliding your inched stilettos off before replying in a soft-spoken voice, rubbing your lips together. “Um . . in about half an hour, why . . ?”

Yet— his answer to your question was with simply his tongue. Face shoved right between your pretty plush legs.

Gojo starts off slow as you’re laid down on your back, softly planting a plethora of kisses, wet kisses near the very inner part of your thighs, he’s making his way up— and he teasingly bites down on the cute g-strip you wore, his teeth tugging on it before pulling back and it lightly smacks against your skin and you whimper, staring down at him.

That’s when he starts to softly drag his tongue up and up until it reaches towards the middle part of your panties, Gojo stares at it before giving the soft fabric part a kiss— and he feels you throb and it brings a pompous grin on his lips, only to swipe his tongue against your panties to taste your already slightly drenched clit that hid underneath the clothed undergarment.

“. . . F-Fuckkk,” you gasped, your nerves practically getting the best of you. It was even worse once you felt Gojo blow against your pussy, easily moving your panties to the side before dragging a thumb down your dampened folds, hearing how pre-soaked you already were, and he hums to himself. The sensation tickled, yet it made you pulsate— yearning for more throughout each second that went by.

You swallowed— staring up at the drywall, feeling your best friend’s tongue just graze and drag against your sheer sweet skin. You bite down on your lip once he finally brings his tongue towards your folds, making a tantalizing slow stripe lick and you get shivers.

“Do you—” You nervously giggle, panting as you look down at him, and he looks up at you once you speak, pausing his motions. “Do you even know how to eat pussy, S-Satoru..?”

He glares at you, and it’s cute— yet it’s not cute anymore once he brings a spank towards your cunt and you whimper, despite that, that simple gesture turning you on a lot more than it should have.

“Shut up and spread your legs.” He mutters.

“. . . ”

You remained quiet and he lays his tongue flat down against your cunt, dragging it slowly up against you, and you shake a bit, shivering as if the room suddenly got cold— Gojo couldn’t wait, he broke away for a brief moment before gathering a good amount of spit, and you feel him spit right on your pussy— rubbing a thumb to smear and coat the glistening wad of his own saliva against your folds before digging straight in.

Gojo was so sloppy with his tongue, absolutely filthy. He’s trailing his tongue slowly and sensually against your nub— circles, shapes, letters, an entire multitude of things.

The kisses he made turned into straight sucking at one point and it wasn’t long before your head slumped back against the velvet cushioned sofa, your legs were practically shaking by now— quavering and trembling within his firm hands gripping down on your thighs.

“Sa—toru,” you’d pant out in short staggering breaths, he’s focusing towards your clit— his eyes were closed, pretty lashes fluttering every so often as he was deep between your thighs, continuing to stimulate you. The music playing in the background was loud and insanely raucous, some slow jam playing, it rang throughout the dim dark private room. You let off a loud abrupt whimper, feeling Gojo’s tongue brush against the very opening of your clitoral hood and he hums, bringing a sweet nibble to it and you grip hard onto his hair.

“Mhm,” he hums— making sure to create pressure all against your pussy with his tongue, he’s slow but incredibly sloppy, it doesn’t take long at all before your slick is happily coating Gojo’s chin. The noises he made— all from his mouth, it was so lewd, his pink lips were dampened with his own spit along with your own sweet taste covering his mouth, he couldn’t get enough.

Gojo was definitely pussydrunk by now— your taste . . just so glacé, his tongue ran and dragged against your folds, you couldn’t stop squirming— coming to the realization your best friend of years was face first shoved between your legs, eating you out the starved man that he was.

He was just sloppy too, he raises his head just a bit to lick his lips— pursing his pink dampened lips together before watching his own saliva trick down towards your cunt, you whimper once you felt him drag two fingers down your folds, maneuvering miniature rotating circles against you— and you bite down on your lips, head going back and you were coming close, if anything you thought Gojo would be a virgin— he ate your pussy as if it was the only edible thing in existence.

Gojo has your legs raised up, and you‘re just laid flat on your back, he’s so greedy, his tongue just laps and laps against your folds, hungrily sucking against your nub to elicit that sweet cry from your throat, and it’s almost as if he knows you’re getting close— because that’s when he starts to grow a bit more rapid.

“F-Fuck, S—Satoru— gonna make me cum—” You babble, your voice was falling on deaf ears, your thighs shook and shook, joggling pathetically within his mean grip against your legs, you stare down at him and Gojo’s returning a glance—

. . a smug grin on his face, pretty lashes half-lidded as you watched him move his face from left-to-right at such a pace, his tongue roamed everywhere— it met every crevice, not missing any spot inside of your pussy. Gojo ate you out as if he was waiting his entire life for this moment.

“Oh my g—goddd— fuckkkk,” you whimpered, hitting the back of your head lightly against the fat velutinous sofa over and over again on repeat. Your legs felt like they were about to give up, Gojo’s tongue was insanely filled with pure lewdity and lunacy. He can’t help but spit down your slit each time, getting hard from the way it runs down your folds only to spank your pussy a few times to watch you whimper— chewing down on your lip as if it was candy. “I’m gonna cum— fuck..”

He doesn’t falter, his tongue still being occupied, you’re a complete mess— he’s digging in fingertips into your no brand named fishnets, your wetness completely coating the very bottom of his chiseled chin. Gojo grunts and that’s when you came— letting off the most whiniest shrill of an orgasm known. It has you panting— and he’s still eating you out after the fact, he was impossible.

“S-Satoru— okayyy . . okay—” you whined, your lip quivering, falling into such a sensitive state, your legs were just straight jello, benumbed as you felt the overstim wash over you, dragging you into such a crescendo.

You literally have to pry Gojo’s face out from between your legs— he’d probably eat you out for hours, he was so starved. As you hold his face up, Gojo slowly looks up at you with a coy smile, sliding his tongue swiftly against his lips to lick the sweetness of your own slick on his mouth. His eyelids were low— he was so drunk from tasting you and he only wanted more by the second.

“You moan really loud y‘know,” he snickers, leaning up close to you— and he pressed his body between your legs, bringing rough hands towards your thighs to make it wrap around his waist before he grins— watching you just lay dumbly all sprawled out against the sofa, still trying to catch your breath in short, quavering, breathy pants. “And you say you’re not allowed to fuck on the job.”

“. . . Shut up,” You swallowed, your body still rattled from your strong intense release— and that’s when Gojo leans close to you, and he’s got such intense eye contact, he brings a thumb up to the side of your lips— feeling the glossiness of your lip gloss against it, smearing it down with a swift motion before he brings you into a sultry kiss.

You moaned in his mouth, your head raising upwards a bit as his body started to grind against you, suddenly you felt hot, sizzling even from him being pressed against you— Gojo’s lips remained against yours, and he’s handsy a bit, you feel his hands trail down towards the straps of your lingerie, feeling the crumbled up dollar bills stick out from between them— and you feel a smile press against his lips, you could taste yourself on his tongue. It was so sloppy. Gojo was sloppy and he wasn’t ashamed.

You whine once he pulls away to drag you towards him, and he lays flat down on the sofa— and he pants for a moment before giving you a smug complacent grin, manspreading and he taps his lap with his palm, signaling your to come towards him. “Wanna ride me? I know you do, angel.”

“. . . ”

You don’t reply and he just chuckles, watching you get on his lap— unbuckling his dark black jeans, pulling it down with ease, and your eyes go straight towards his bulge, his boxers he wore was a bright cerulean blue color, and he was a packer for sure, there wasn’t a doubt about it. It was enough to make you lick your lips, just imagining how big your best friend was. It made your head just cloud up with such fog and want— need even.

“Stop talking, Satoru,” You grumbled— and he smiles, watching you pull down his briefs, springing out his length, and he was huge. Your eyes broadened for a bit as you stared at it. Gojo had a girth to him, he was well trimmed chiefly, a pretty pinkish-red tip at the top, and he was already leaning— he had a slight curve to him, and he was so tall and lanky — his dick just pressed against his tummy. You always suspected he’d be big, but nothing like this.

“I’ll stop talking when you put your hips to use, stripper,” he coyly grins— and you shoot him a glare, watching a breathy laugh leave his condensing lips. “I’m teasing. Although, I still can’t believe you hid this from me. You could have given me a lap dance this entire time without me paying, hmpf.”

You huffed out a vexed sigh— and he chortles, watching you with curious peculiar eyes, and he stares at the way your hand wraps around his length— you’re hovering over him, your g-string of your pretty lingerie set just moved aside by Gojo, and that’s when you start to sink down slowly.

The music throughout the private room bounced against the walls— each three minutes a new song would play on shuffle, the room was dim— you could barely make out Gojo’s face, just that annoying smug grin and those blue eyes that never left your pretty face.

“F-Fuck,” you sibilated through your teeth, lowering yourself down on his cock. He stretched you out so good it hasn’t even been a few seconds— Gojo grunts, watching your hips stutter a bit, the crown of his cock throbbing into you, and your eyebrows furrow just a bit— a tiny moan leaves past your lips, and his girth only added more pleasure towards your sweet needy entrance. “Why are you so— . . f-fucking big, Satoru.”

“Don’t ask dumb questions, princess,” he hums, bringing a hand towards your ass— taking one of the remaining twenty dollar bills that was stuffed between your straps, rubbing it against your skin. His voice was a low raspy— yet a mixture of playfulness at the same time.

You intake a sudden sharp breath— and he’s halfway in yet it feels like he’s balls deep, your mind is just racing, Gojo’s length was just simply enticing, salacious— incredibly dirty. You moaned, as he held onto your hips with a firm grip, giving you a flashy half-assed smile, before a hand reached down towards your ass to spank it. “Move, baby.”

Not even at a pace yet and you felt like you were gonna cream down his shaft— it was embarrassing, he was all the way in now and you started to move, attempting a somewhat decent rhythm with your waist— rolling and sloppily lurching your hips against him—

and he finds it cute, he’s studying your facial expressions as if he was studying some sort of college course— you’re just trying to maneuver your hips, adjusting to his size but god was he just extending out inside of your cunt as if it was just nothing.

“Uh— fuckkk,” he grunts lowly, a slight groan leaving his throat, you start to sway your hips, biting down on your lip— your bottom lip that was glossed and covered with your lip gloss, your hips started up a pace, leaning back, and as you stared at Gojo, you could see his ripped jacked abs pierce through his shirt— it was just purely mouthwatering. Gojo’s entire body was flavorsome. “Ride me just like that, good— good girl.”

You lean forward just a bit— and his hands roam and roam, up and down your waist, you whined, his touch was so sweet yet a sting of roughness— feeling you up throughout each second he got, tracing down your curves with his fingertips— he lets off a low sigh, feeling the head of his dick kiss against your sensitive pulsating nub that was stuffed between your folds.

You’re in the right perfect angle and you can’t stop moaning, your sweet babbles was so cute to him, to think you were being a bit of a brat earlier and now you’re starting to turn into a complete mess all because of his hefty size— churning up your insides, and then Gojo grunts. “Touch yourself while you ride me, pretty girl.”

“O—Okay…” You stammered, continuing to rock your hips against him, and you bring your hands towards the near straps of your set that was just barely about to fall off your skin, you were practically without any clothes on— and he brings a hand towards your chin before speaking in a sly tone.

“You’ve always been so bad with keeping eye contact, but I want you to keep those pretty eyes on me, Y/N.” He mutters, stroking your chin with his thumb.

Your move your eyes towards Gojo and he has a smirk pressing against you pink sheeny lips, growing flustered with the way your hips rutted against him time after time—

He was stuffing you full of his thick inches, you feel like you’re floating, in a more lewd filthy way. He watches you with superlicious haughty eyes, watching you continue to feel all over yourself— your hands sliding down your body, rocking your hips back against him and you bite down on your lip again— his dick just stretching your pussy out, he groans, feeling you just clamp and clamp down on him.

“No touching policy but you’re fucking your customer,” Gojo sneers— his rough hands slide up and down your body, attempting to guide your hip movements, thwacking the thin striped straps repeatedly against your skin as you tried to compress your sweet moans. Your earrings that hung that your lobes just dangled and dangled, as you gave him a glare. “I’m starting to think you like me more than just a friend.

“…Shut up Satoru,” you moaned, feeling the very crown of his cock continuously prod against your sweetened savory spots— your eyes just flicker and roll, you’re growing dumber and dumber by the second— it was like Gojo’s dick had you addicted, the walls were quite thin and you tried to be quiet but with his size rearranging your insides— you weren’t sure if that was possible. “F-Fuck I’m gonna c—cummm.”

Gojo grunts, feeling your hips swivel and buck, all against his lap— the stretch had you completely starstruck. Each second he’d get he’d smack your ass again and again, squeezing it, caressing it—

it made him hard, each spank you whined from the slim sting, you’re wanting more— and you place your hands on Gojo’s shoulders, and he stares at you with a weary smile pressing against his glistening lips. “Already angel? You sure do cum pretty quickly, hehe.”

He was so annoying— you wanted to smack him, but you couldn’t really do that with being stuffed full of his dick— he had the smuggest grin on his face, watching the way your pleasurable expression forms into a slight scowl— your hips move and rotate before you end up cumming anyway. Your hips twitch, and your lips slightly part as the ache between your legs took action.

You felt warm as you creamed all down his shaft— your nerves were just going crazy, you’re spasming and babbling, abruptly leaning into Gojo’s neck, whimpering sweet mumbles of “O—Oh my fucking g—goddd.”’s.

“. . . So sensitive,” he purrs, holding you close to him, sliding a hand down your back— peeling off your lingerie, and you hear a soft laugh leave his lips as you’re still trembling, your orgasm hit you like a truck— it was that good that you had to take a second to breathe and recollect your thoughts. “There there. I’d be like this if I rode myself too, heheh.”

“…..”

You really wanted to smack him, you really did.

“Hm, how about you lay down on your chest, princess. I wanna admire you from the back.” Gojo says, a cheeky grin going against his mouth, slight dimples poking near the sides of his pink lips.

You did, pressing your cheek against the fat velvet matched pillow— the satin of the fabric collides against your skin and you intake a breath the moment you feel Gojo squeeze your ass, a tiny grunt slides past his lips once he rubs his tip against your folds, he grows quiet for a moment— watching your slick coat the head of his length and he groans.

“Oh damn, my best friend’s got such a sloppy pussy,” and you moaned, he was teasing you— each second he spent talking, he could have been fucking you—

but no, Gojo Satoru loved to fuck with you, he always have, straight blabber mouth.

He just wouldn’t stop talking.

“Fuck me already.” You stammered— a whiney voice coming out of your throat, his cologne was so loud it made you nearly dizzy— you were in such a dumb position, flat on your chest with Gojo behind you, staring at the way you cutely and patiently waited for him to just go inside again— but here he was, wasting time.

“Are strippers usually this hostile towards their customers?” He gasps, entirely dramatic— before he chuckles straight afterwards, and he’s just playing with your entrance, his very tip just prods against your slit and you kiss your teeth, mashing your lips together and an annoyed sigh leaves your mouth. “Ask me nice, pretty girl. Then I’ll give ya what you want,” and then he pauses before humming. “Ooh. Better yet, tell me pretty please. Yeah.”

“. . . Fucking—” You grumbled, and he brings a hand up towards your arms, pinning them behind your back to wait for your response— just a single thrust and you’d be fucked. He was so close, just a single inch and he’d be all inside you all over again. “Pretty— pretty please, Satoru.”

He lowers his voice a bit. “Pretty please, what?”

“… Pretty please … fuck me. I want you.”

“Oh, I want you too. I always have,” he smiles, and his voice just drops and drops with each moment he speaks, you could hear the slight bass in his tone, it was unintentionally sexy— just that alone made your pathetic cunt throb. “Good girl. I’ll take care of you, just arch your back a little for me and try not to be so loud. Wouldn’t want your co-workers to hear their top paid stripper being so slutty in this private room, now would they?”

You whimpered— feeling him finally start to go inside of you, inch after inch it makes your mouth water before you reply with a, “I don’t care if they hear me, S-Satoru.”

“Huhhh. Dumb girl, you’re not supposed to say that.” He rolls his eyes— before he presents you with a single thrust, gripping your hips and you moan— he’s finally fucking you again, Gojo groans, pressing his weight against your ass but he starts slow, tantalizingly slow to make a pout form on your lips— his strokes go slow at first, and he makes you feel it, really feel him—

Gojo’s stretching your pussy out profusely, he bites down on his lip, keeping his eyes on your back that arches just a bit, brushing his thumb against your hands— the bracelets that wrapped around your wrists as he had you in his grip— arms just pinned back.

His hips are slow and steady, you’re feeling every hit against you— within seconds later, another song plays on the near broken speaker that was above the two of you, boomed loudly, singing throughout the dim red-lit private room, your lingerie peeled off your body, just barely hanging on.

“Satoruuu— you . . fuck like a old man, god—” You whined, poking fun at his slow thrusts.

“. . Hey,” he smacks his lips— and that’s when you gasp, feeling his hips ram into you at once, taking you by surprise, and he’s pounding into you now, watching your head slightly raise up before he leans in to push your head into the pillow. “We both know that’s not true. I wanted to be gentle, princess. Seeing how you could barely adjust to my size when you rode me a f—”

“Fuck me and shut up.” You grumbled, his thrusts slamming into you sloppily now, you’re just starting to hit against the sofa repeatedly, bounce after bounce.

“Fuck me and shut up, Satoru,” he mocks, pitching his tone to your liking— and you whined, feeling his sheer hips pivot, dipping right into you, his cock, the girth of it is just bullying you at this point, it’s so mouthwatering, he’s got your mind spinning in circles at this point.

“That’s what I’m doing, silly. If I go any harder I’m gonna break you— not saying I wouldn’t love to see that.” He grins.

Your eyes were so stupid, making fun of you as they just rolled and rolled, Gojo‘s mean sloppy strokes were just nasty— his weight that hovered over you had you babbling complete gibberish, straight up nonsense. You’re practically being fucked into the sofa— and he grins, seeing you fail to keep a back arch, just laid flat into the cushions— whimpering and then he groans— his hips snapping into you now.

“Mhm— gonna cum, princess—” he huffs out in a short breath, white strands of hair hanging down over his face, occluding his vision by the second, he’s balls deep, smacking back against your ass with his pelvis to where you’re so loud— at this point you didn’t care who heard, your mascara started to mess up— sticking towards your lashes and you’re just completely stupefied by Gojo’s shaft thrusting in and out— driving into your soaked clenching pussy at full speed, you got goosebumps. If you knew your best friend could fuck this good, maybe you’d fuck him a long time ago.

“Where d—”

“Inside, S-Satoru…” You cut him off, immediately stuttering out, being hammered into the settee.

He hums, an overweening grin on his lips, you just wanted him to fill you— you didn’t care, just a dumb cock-drunken mess, whimpering his name over and over as if it was some mantra— it was quite a sight to see.

“Ooh. To the brim, yeah?” He pants, his hips were so mean— his thrusts, you’re throbbing, feeling that same pool of heat rise up within you and you nod your head yet Gojo leans up close to you, a hand softly going around your throat, as he’s maintaining his sultry strokes. “Words, baby. Use them.”

You choke out a soft, “c—cum in me, Satoru..”

He slides a free hand down your back, brushing his fingers against your skin— and he groans, his cock kissing against that dearest sweet spot that’s got you so feral, spitting out such whiny whimpers, encouraging him—before he shoots a load into your cunt, it feels wavelike for Gojo almost, contracting and throbbing everywhere—

his warm sticky seed just fills you up, and when Gojo cums, it’s a lot— he grows quiet again, slowing his hips down to make you listen with him, and he whines out a low and rapsy, “oh f-fuckkk..”

He feels warm all over— watching your pussy get stuffed full, he licks his lips, taking his length out, hearing the pop noise occur again once he’s out of you, gifting you with such velvety ropes of his own. Gojo stares dumbfoundedly, sweat trickles down the sides of his forehead— and he’s slowly panting, abs clenching and as he pulls out, he watches his own cum start to spill out.

“Oops. Looks like I flooded your pussy, angel.” He breaks the abrupt silence, flipping you over to face him, and he’s got a smug grin— despite being fucked dumb himself, he was pussydrunk most definitely, a wave of relief washes over him once he came, and he swallows, taking a moment to gather his thoughts.

“Y-You’re buying me new lingerie, Satoru.” You huffed out, sprawling your legs out a bit, your thighs were such a mess— you couldn’t lie, you wanted more.

Gojo runs a hand through his hair and watches him make himself decent— sliding his briefs back in before shrugging. “Yeah, I guess,” and then his body language changes for a moment as he stares at you, picking up your phone, and your eyes widen. “I love y—”

“. . . Hold on,” you muttered before sighing, sitting up from the sofa. “I totally forgot. Someone requested a session after you.”

He clears his throat, pretending he didn’t say what he was about to say. “Oh ummm.. who?”

You turn your phone towards Gojo with a dull expression, pressing your glossed lips together as the bright screen shined in his face— on the device, it was a man that seemed around the same age as Gojo— long dark black hair and a smug grin. “I don‘t know . . do you know him? Says his name is Suguru Geto.”

Straw Hat Crew Gangbang Headcanons

Female Reader, spanking, exhibitionism, spit roasting, triple penetration, oral (male receiving), p in v, p in a, unprotected sex, cumming inside

AN: This was not proofread and is basically word soup. I bit off more than I could chew and ran out of coherent thoughts.

A pretty girl across the bar, and three major flirts, along with two others that won't readily admit they had their eye on you.

Usopp definitely started it, a few drinks in and he was leaned up against the bar spinning tales of grandeur as you giggled at his antics.

Luffy came next, hyping Usopp up and making the story more and more wild.

Then Sanji decided to chime in, making you blush and fluster as he showered you in compliments.

Nami and Zoro watched their crew mates surround you, the two glance at each other and decide to step in.

"Alright, give the little lady a break." Nami smiles devilishly and places herself between you and Luffy.

Zoro takes up the other side, pushing Sanji back a bit. The blond grits his teeth, but before he can open his mouth, you open yours.

"It's okay, I'm having fun." You giggle, feeling the warmth from the alcohol wash through your body. Nami's hand feels like lightning on your skin and you glance at her. The way she's looking at you has your stomach twisting.

Zoro and Nami share a knowing look with each other.

"We can have more fun back on the ship!" Luffy's head pops up over Nami's shoulder, his eyes burning with excitement.

"Yeah, I got so many more stories, and the ship is much more comfortable than these rickety old bar seats." Usopp smirks, leaning over Luffy.

"What do you say darling?" Sanji steps around Zoro, who side eyes the man.

"I-.. Okay." You decide that the worst that could happen is you getting kidnapped by these pirates and that didn't seem so bad.

Back on the ship, it doesn't take long for Luffy and Ussop to take turns stealing greedy kisses from your lips. Sanji stands behind you, kissing your bare shoulders. Nami and Zoro sit and watch like predators waiting to strike.

Everything happens quickly, and yet all too slow at the same time.

Luffy lays beneath you, cock pounding into your needy cunt, Usopp behind you with his dick teasing the tight muscle of your ass, and Sanji in front gently lathing the tip of his cock on your tongue.

The three men groaning, whining and gasping as they use your holes. Hands grope, pinch and caress you. It's too much, yet not enough, and the sounds of your wet cunt has your clit throbbing.

You gag around Sanji's cock, moaning each time Ussop and Luffy's thrusts match with each other, filling you up so impossibly full.

Sanji strokes your face and gently tugs your hair. "Feel so good darling. Just like that."

Luffy takes one of your nipples into his mouth and sucks fervently. You feel sloppy spanks on your ass, and you flinch and mewl with each slap.

Three orgasms have been ripped from your body, you've squirted twice and the floor below you and the men is drenched in your slick.

You don't know who came first, all you know is suddenly everything felt intensely hot.

You're choking down Sanji's cum as he rides out his orgasm on your tongue. You can feel Luffy's spend spitting at your cervix and Usopp's spilling from your ass.

They three men pull out all at once, and you feel entirely too empty, even with their cum stuffed inside you.

The audience, that you completely forgot about, made their presence known once again.

"Alright boys you've had your fun. Let a real man show her a good time." Zoro rises from his place on the couch. You're not sure if you can take anymore.

Zoro lifts you up, and gently carries you away from the three men. Luffy lays breathless on the floor and Sanji sits back on his knees. Usopp smirks as he watches Zoro lay you on the couch and settles himself for a show.

Nami is immediately on you, wiping the cum and drool from your lips before leaning down to kiss you. Thoughts swirl your mind, wondering if her cunt tastes just as good as her lips. You just don't know how to ask.

"You look so pretty. Do you think you can go again for me and Zoro?" her hands slide over your tits as she admires your body.

Zoro's own hands rub your thighs, you glance down and your cunt throbs, his cock has been pulled from his pants. It thick and dripping with precum.

Fuck, you don't know how much more you can take, but you need that cock inside you.

♡ nsfw headcanons for my boys ♡

♡ english is not my first language, i apologize for the mistakes. ♡

luffy

— luffy is a whore for you. he doesn't see anything wrong with it, he will moan louder than you (canon) just because he feels so good inside you, he won't miss a moment to say it to you for the millionth time, luffy wants you to know that he doesn't use you just for your body, there is a special intimacy between you.

— he doesn't mind getting on his knees for you and licking you for hours, he just likes the taste of you and it relaxes him. luffy buries his face in your cunt and moans loudly. he also wants you to sit on his face and ride his nose, the fact that your juices will be on his face will make him cum in a second, speaking of which. licking you, luffy can cum just because his tongue is in you.

—he will touch and massage your nipples, put his fingers in your mouth to wet them, and then touch your breasts with the same fingers.

— i don't think he has a very fast pace. the first few times, he will be gentle and sensitive, but after that, girl, you are in hell of endless orgasms!!! he won't stop for a second(unless you ask him to), he wants you to cum together and kiss at that moment(canon).

— daddy king 100%, breeding king and overstimulation = luffy.

zoro.

— zoro will hold your hands during sex always, he doesn't care what position you're in, his palms will always find yours and hold them to increase your overall trust so you know he's still here and loves you dearly.

— A HUGE DICK AND IT'S A FACT. it's so big i'm afraid it might tear you up from its size, but it's also very beautiful. zoro will thrust into you to make you feel him fully and is sure to ask "can you feel me here, honey?" when his hand is on your stomach and his cock is deep inside you.

— the sloppiest when it comes to nipple sucking, he'll leave all his drool on your breasts and leave hickeys around your breasts because he's crazy about them. he'll most likely cum on your breasts and smear his cum all over them.

— will suck on your already swollen clit until you beg him to stop and push him, either way, he's a fan of overstimulation.

— will pull your hair and watch your back arch and your eyes roll with pleasure.

— size king, unprotected sex, prise kink, biting kink.

sanji.

— sanji will make you get on your knees and suck his cock forever. he won't fuck your mouth much at first, but if he sees that you like it, he won't leave you alone. without fail, he will cum in your mouth and then kiss you deeply afterward to make you feel yourself.

— not against the idea of tying your hands so you can't touch him and begging him to untie you. blindfold you so you don't know what he's going to do next and sanji can play his game.

— his hands are always on your body, his lips are always on your lips, and his cock is always deep inside you. that time when he thrusts roughly into you and your lips touch in a tender kiss will make him see the brightest stars.

— really loves playing with your nipples and won't stop until you cum from it.

— he wants to cum deep inside you and see you pregnant, he's probably always wanted that. you walk around with his baby inside you, your tummy is so cute, he gets turned on by the idea in SECONDS.

— loves rough sex anywhere but has a kink for the shower and kitchen.

— the ultimate pervert.

it will pass

part two can be found here -> without a doubt

words: little under 2k

summary: Without a doubt, James Potter loves you. But he’s not in love with you.

warnings: none! fem!reader; i would die for best friend!james, did not demonize lily; angst, unrequited love, lil childhood speech impediment, cheesy nicknames, sharing clothes, will they wont they (they wont im sorry)

a/n: guess who just rewatched fleabag szn 2! i chose pain today sorry— god i missed writing. i am a words of affirmation gorl pls affirm me

(posted 9/8/23)

—

There isn’t a single doubt that James Potter loves you.

You’ve been attached at the hip since training broomsticks and pinky swears in Godric’s Hollow. You accidentally call a boy ‘Jam’ once because of your childhood speech apraxia, and he swears you’re meant to be his best friend.

“Don’t worry, I can be loud enough for the both of us, peanut!”

Like peanut butter and jelly, you two were a perfect match– and even better partners in crime. When James puts his mind to something, he sees it through. So even if you were honestly unable to string the words together, who were you to say no?

Technically it’s somewhat official too, by whatever imaginary power was bestowed upon the Potter’s house elf for your very elaborate backyard fantasy wedding the two of you had when you were seven. All of your parents were in attendance, along with your cat and you all had blueberry cupcakes after your first and only kiss.

“Miss Mippy pronounces you huzbind and wife!”

Giggles are heard all around as the tiny elf tripped on her way off the stool, knocking both your heads together. James lost a front tooth that day, but he grinned for the pictures your mothers took anyway. Without a doubt, he loves you.

—

There wasn’t anyone at Hogwarts who would expect one of you to be present without the other following behind. You never had to hold back your smart mouth because James was always willing to finish your fights. The both of you were a package deal, with your number of protectors growing once Remus, Sirius, and Peter came along. It was not a routine you both consciously established, but rather second nature to be in each other’s lives. Like how you always made sure his glasses were clean before quidditch matches and he’d chuck his extra jersey at your face for you to wear.

“Stay warm during the game okay? I’ll see you later, love you!”

He skated around your waist, blowing a raspberry onto your cheek as he grabbed his glasses from your fingers.

“Don’t fall off your broom. Love you too, loser.” You’re already tugging his jersey over your head, inhaling his signature scent of broom polish, cinnamon, and Sleakeasy’s hair potion.

James smiled at you softly, before running to meet up with his team. After Gryffindor won again, he threw you over his shoulder and you laughed and yelled that he smelled like sweat. He always tucked you in his bed after parties, wrapping you in his arms once the lights go out. Without a doubt, he loves you.

—

Your friendship is stronger than most romantic relationships, and as your teenage years fly by, both of you realize how rare that is. He often took you to the kitchens to eat vanilla sundaes after boys broke your heart (and they got black eyes to match, courtesy of him and the entire Gryffindor Quidditch team) and you would listen to him, building him up and calming him down through years of pining over a certain Lily Evans. You were there for each other through everything, silly crushes, secret trysts, boring detentions, and highly esteemed accolades. If there ever were such a thing as soulmates, you knew it had to be him, even if it was platonic. Just being around someone as vibrant as James made you consider yourself lucky.

You once saw your best friend with his head in his hands on your way to a date—he was moping after a nasty prank on Snape went wrong; it ended in Lily crying and after defending her albeit quite boisterously in true James fashion, he still didn’t get the girl.

He gets up to see you walking down the corridor to meet him halfway, and before you even speak he rubs his eyes, posture shrinking as his towering frame melts into your embrace.

“Don’t know why I thought it’d be different this time,” he mumbles, and you gladly carry the weight of his heart.

“Let’s go swimming in the Black Lake, ” you say suddenly, rubbing his broad back in small circles.

“But peanut, you have a date in an hour! You’re all dolled up and pretty...”

“I’ll have more dates. You need me right now, jelly. I’ve got you.” His nickname makes you blush a little more than you should sometimes, so you only ever pull it out as a trick up your sleeve to make him feel better.

“Love you,” you whisper, brushing through the hair at the nape of his neck.

He breathes easily for the first time in hours, mouth curling up from its frown when he sees you walk straight into the lake water with your nicest clothes on, not even hesitating for a moment. Without a doubt, he loves you.

—

When James puts his mind to something, he sees it through. So years later, when your best friend asks you if you could go wedding ring shopping with him to propose to the love of his life, who were you to decline? I mean, who else would go with him?

“Come on, (Y/N). I need my best girl with me to make the biggest decision of my life.” he’s practically moaning, the man ever so dramatic as he’s sprawled across your couch.

“And why aren’t you dragging Sirius with you again?”

Your eyebrow is raised as you stand at his feet, lifting his burly legs for you to place yourself under and get comfortable.

“What does Sirius know about women? He’d tell me to get the shiniest one and leave!” James’ yells into your throw pillow, anguished at the thought. You pull it off his face, before he quietly admits, “I just want to get it right.”

“When are we going?” you answer, without missing a beat.

Later that week, the saleslady recommends a wide array of glimmering engagement bands, none of which are for you. But you let yourself fall into the fantasy of the what-ifs, flashing back to your flower crown and candy ring wedding, wondering if it could’ve been you getting proposed to by him in another life.

“Would you like to try a few on?” the saleslady asks, assuming you two are together.

“Show me and my girl your best. No price limit.” he grins.

And how dare she assume that, as he puts his head on your shoulder, whisking you around the store to look at stunning rings, fingers brushing, and the both of you being able to communicate clearly with no words spoken. James plays along with the saleslady, finally choosing a whimsical-looking diamond setting placed upon your left ring finger. You remind yourself it’s not yours. Your heart comes to a screeching halt and you can’t help but feel all of a sudden like he’s being mean.

After all, he’s not yours, not really.

There is a little bit of doubt now and a weird tightness in your chest that makes you think of the possibility that you’re in love with James Potter.

—

Like a good best friend, you help him plan his proposal. James’ love is loud, pulling all the stops, and preferring the grandest of gestures.

“James, you are not proposing to Lily with a flash mob.”

“But it would be so cool! After all, my heart dances every time I see her face.” he wiggles his eyebrows as he takes a sip of his butterbeer.

“Your heart might, but you, unfortunately, are the worst dancer I’ve ever seen.” You laugh, reaching over to tug the quill out of his hand, crossing it off his list. He pulls you into a headlock, kissing the side of your face teasingly.

“What would I ever do without you, peanut?”

You wipe James’ spit off your cheek, pushing his face away, blushing from his attention.

“Combust, probably.”

Your heart is dancing now too, and you realize that there isn’t a single doubt that you’re in love with your best friend.

—

You keep yourself busy in the month before his proposal. It hurt learning too many details, such as what flowers he wanted to order to bring out her eyes (pink and yellow tulips), and scouting out the perfect location on the beach he picked (next to the lighthouse you and him visited as kids), even down to how he’d convince Lily to wear white without being suspicious (honestly he just expected you to do him a favor for this one). But after seeing each other almost every day for more than half your life, he knew something was off when you became distant.

James shows up at your apartment, his key in hand, but he decides to knock anyway. The sound of the TV is muffled, lowering in volume until he hears your footsteps pad over to the door and it swings open. You’re in one of his old Quidditch sweaters and fluffy blue socks.

“Hey. Wasn’t expecting you to come by.” You smile timidly, as he leans against the doorframe peering down at you.

“Never used to have to tell you.”

“James...” you stutter, before awkwardly opening the door completely. He shuffles towards the couch, keeping his shoes on as he sits at the end, and there’s a certain tension in the air that frightens you. You’re not sure if you’ll come out of this one unscathed.

“Talk to me (Y/N). What’s been going on with you? You don’t answer my calls, you don’t write back, hell, I haven’t seen you in a month because you started deadbolting your door. Did I do something?”

Yes, James Potter. Ever so blunt and to the point, your favorite person in the world is sitting on your couch uncomfortable with the fact that you’re not comfortable around him anymore.

You fight back against your instincts to tell him what’s wrong, but the three words escape your mouth before you can even take a breath.

“I love you.”

It’s silent. The floor creaks as you shift your weight onto your other leg. You lock eyes with him for the first time that night, and so many things are going through your head that you hope he’s able to pick up on how you’ve been physically aching, carrying the weight of his love for Lily for years.

James looks like he’s about to shake his head, and you beat him to it. You don’t want pity, and he knows that, but he mutters a consolation into the air.

“It’ll pass.”

No, it won’t. Not this.

You think he knows that too. He smiles sadly, watching you turn shrinking into yourself. You never were good at thinking before you spoke. A tear drips down your cheek as you look at your socks again. Your love for him is too big and too loud for your chest cavity to handle. This love feels like dramatic choral music clashing and banging around in your ribs.

“I’m—”

“Don’t apologize. This one’s on me,” you say, stopping him before he finishes speaking.

Without a doubt, James Potter loves you. But he’s not in love with you.

“What I was going to say...is that I’m going to have to ask you not to show up to the engagement party. It’ll be better for the both of us. We can start again from there if you want... Peanut...”

The term of endearment hangs in the air. Your dancing heart was a ticking time bomb after all. The fragments hit your insides, tearing you apart as it combusts, and you realize that nothing will be the same after this.

James stands abruptly, shoving his hands in his pockets. He hesitates before he kisses your temple, and for some reason, this feels like a goodbye. After all, when James sets his mind on something, he sees it through. He’s been set on Lily for years.

You’re his best friend, he swears. And there are no words you can think of to deny that.

—

The End

“I don’t know what to say,” he said.

“It’s okay,” she replied. “I know what

we are— and I know what we’re not.”

Lang Leav