Some Narutos O(-( !

some narutos o(-( !

recycled those doodles i did just before of rin, i had insomnia aha poor rin ended up in color with the most miserable pose gjjgjghjk

Weapon of Choice

You know what I just realized ...gojos "Nah I'd win" got many people thinking he was full of shit ...

But when you think about it, bby was just saying that because he already knew the outcome he was about to receive ..

He wrote the letters knowing damn well he wasn't coming back

and just said those words so his students wouldn't feel horrible ...

Nothing...and no one can stop me from loving this man

Missionary w satoru to keep arguing while fucking <3 I saw a twt like this days ago and it's imprinted on my mind.

❤︎ ໋𓈒 gojo doing missionary with you while arguing to see who gets the last say. second part

warnings. fem! reader, unprotected, dirty talk, pillow talk, size kink, you and gojo are both brats

“all you do is talk,” he grunts, and you’re laid on your back, legs sprawled and trying to suppress your moans with a brief lip bite. despite that, you and gojo, your loving doting boyfriend exchanged glares, returning the same amount of energy. he watched as you bounced underneath him. just trying to conceal your moans, gojo’s burying himself into you, balls deep. “fuckin’ blabbermouth. think ya argue just to argue.”

“s-shut up,” you moaned, and he reached so deep that you didn’t even realize how your legs started to idly wrap around his waist — trapping him, you were needy despite your little attitude.

darting your eyes away for a brief moment, gojo leans in to grip your chin, “you shut up,” and then he chuckles, finding it amusing how you could barely hold eye contact. his dick, his sheer girth expanded in every part of your walls voluntarily. “aw. what’s the matter? can’t keep up the act huh? ‘coz ya know i’m right, baby? hmmmm?”

“you…wish.” you uttered, and gojo rolls his eyes, the sloppy hits he’s creating with his hips goes a bit more at a quickened pace and you let off a whine.

“fuckin’ brat,” he rasps, the lowness of his voice dropping a few octaves and it makes you pulse. as lewd enough as it was, you couldn’t help yourself. the tips of your nails dug into his pale bulky arms.

his frame hovers over you, and you moan loudly once he tilts his hips to deepen his movements even further. “if it wasn’t for how soaked you were right now..”

“then what?” you pout, your pussy squelched so much that it was all you could make out in the spacey room.

gojo groans, parting your legs with two thick fingers just to spread for him a bit more.

“don’t worry ‘bout it,” he huffs out, and you heard how irregular his breathing was. shaky, quavery arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, pulling him closer and he gives the inner part of your collarbone a good suck. “someone needs to make up their damn mind.”

“f-fuck you, ‘toru.” you spat out. he simpers, feeling your body twitch underneath his — the way his warmth kept you warm, it felt so good.

“fuck me?” he teases, purposely slowing his hips down to see that cute frown curl against your lips.

gojo’s perfectly structured hips gradually rocked against you, back and forth. back and forth…

he slides a hand up your leg just to watch you shudder from his touch and he chuckles. “all that attitude ‘n you still get drenched just from a little touch. pathetic.”

“at least- at least i don't-” and he shuts you up easily with a rough passionate kiss. a staggered gasp gets snatched from your throat as he grinds his hips deeper into you.

gojo's warm tongue danced against yours, soft hitched breath colliding amongst each other wholeheartedly until the fat rounded head of his dick prods against that sweet forbidden spot.

you found yourself dreadfully clinging onto him, his hotness all over his body radiated on you before you move away, catching your breath. “i hate you. you're s-so annoying.”

“have you met you?” he cheekily simpers.

he playfully runs a thumb down your throat, as if he was about to choke you but hesitated. gojo’s voice grows a bit more raspy and gruff before he hums. “you hate me enough to keep letting me make you cum, huh.”

you … didn’t have a response, and he snickers, driving his hips into you at full speed, full throttle.

your nails continued to drag and race all down his chiseled back, creating the prettiest marks for only him and you to see.

“ohhhh, don’t pout at me like that, baby. i’d never wanna see my girl so upset,” he sticks his bottom lip out and he’s so unserious. taunting you while being deep inside your insides. and oh how his pace was frantic, melding his timing and girth together.

you jerk back against the bed for a bit once he deliberately starts hitting his cock against your g-spot, you’re spasming. “my oh my, such a cute little weak spot ya got there.”

you felt yourself coming close, the exact building up within you. your body underneath him continued to jolt and fidget in the upmost pleasure. the way your legs hugged his slim waist tightly, it was his favorite feeling in the world. “just say… ‘toru, you were right and i was wrong.”

“fuck you.”

“quite a vocabulary ya got there,” he rolls his eyes, and you gasp once you feel the ridges of his dick wander all throughout your pussy. you could never get enough of his size, if anything — gojo could split you in half. “i gotta kiss it out of you?”

“…”

he grunts, feeling you start to stick against him, your glistening slick running a lubricious trail down his base. gojo brings a hand towards your chin and grips it before staring right at you.

“look at me.” he utters as his dick idly engorged inside of you.

your body continued to writhe and thrash back in pleasure, ears ringing from the multiple ounces of stimulation before you whimper, meeting his striking gaze.

“hey girl,” he teases, pitching his voice. bright blue eyes glancing down at you, and you pulse. right between your legs, how embarrassing. he chuckles at your body’s response, pulling out fleetingly before plugging his way back in, and you pout. “want more of me, don’t you? you know what you gotta say, princess?”

your bottom lip was a coward, hiding behind the top as it quivered.

the more you stared at him, the more cocky he grew. gojo’s scent was sweet, an almost spice of a musk type smell. intoxicatingly rich.

“aw boooo. that’s rude,” he raises a brow humorously the moment you turn your eyes away. “ignore me ‘n you’ll just have to make yourself cum, brat.”

he slyly grins, pulling your lip down with a thumb before planting a kiss near your mouth. your pussy twitched each second he spent with his hardened shaft penetrating deep, your legs wobbled and wobbled.

never in your life did you want to eye roll at him so bad in this particular moment....

but you gave in finally, running a finger down his undercut to hear him let off a soft purr before slowly spitting out the words of, “f-fine, you win.”

“heheh like always..” he hums, and you forgot what the two of you were arguing about.

mainly because once gojo makes you cum for about the dozenth time, your body feels somewhat electric, shockwaves racing down your skin entirely.

and of course, he gets the last word. you’re too dumb to speak from being drunk from his dick to where you’re just stupidly hugging him.

gojo presses his soft glossed lips against your ear before murmuring, still propped up inside of you.

“yeah, that’s what i thought.”

i think i’ll miss you forever