... 01

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵... 01

𝘛𝘰𝘫𝘪 letting you scratch, bite him because he wants everyone to know that he's yours. He especially 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 when you scratch him, its like a little reward for him. His tits are really sensitive so he likes it when you suck on them.

Can I request the jjk men watching you get dressed and suddenly being turned on ?

JJK MEN GETTING TURNED ON WHILE WATCHING YOU GET READY 

A/N: Hi, anon! Thanks for the request! I had so much fun writing each character. I decided to pick Sukuna, Geto and Nanami for this prompt. I hope that’s okay and that you enjoy it! (A few character notes: I am writing Sukuna as a cursed king but still in a human-ish form, Nanami as a husband because in my head he is literally the perfect husband and Geto just being sexy because he’s been rotting my brain recently ) 

TAGS: (18+, minors DNI) teasing, smut smut smutttt *evil laugh* 

UNDRESSED

Sukuna

You are Sukuna’s favorite plaything, which meant you were rarely left out of his sight. Over time you had grown used to his presence, finding comfort in the eyes of your beastly king. 

You’re in your room with the two handmaidens who personally served you, getting dressed for the day when all of a sudden you heard him barge in. His eyes flick in your direction for only a second, before finding his place on the edge of your bed. 

He watches one of your handmaidens brush and style your hair, while you were busy rubbing a scented oil along your collarbones and the nape of your neck. You then reached for the tinted rouge, lightly tapping your cheeks and lip. Once you finished, you remove the robe you wearing to slip on your dress that your second handmaiden was holding out for you. 

The material is heavy, braided over the shoulder with the detailing flowing all the way down and cascading into a long skirt. The slit was high up the leg, barely covering the most intimate part of you. You no longer wore undergarments because your king commanded it, since they just got in his way. You put on the golden necklace, the pendant resting perfectly between your breasts that were shown off thanks to the plunging neckline of your dress. You pick up the loose rope ties that were dangling by your side, your handmaiden taking the fabric from you hand to wrap it securely around your waist. 

When you glanced over your shoulder, you noticed Sukuna’s eyes piercing right into you like a ravaging animal. You swallowed hard, graciously thanking your handmaiden once she finished dressing you up. 

“Leave us,” your king instructed, and the handmaidens immediately stopped what they were doing before bowing to leave the room. 

He completely commanded every space he was in, his presence overbearing among the humans that were surrounding him. Only you have grown used to his intense persona but everyone else feared him with good reason. 

Sukuna loved watching you get ready in the morning, you were always so meticulous about every detail like a delicate doll before his eyes. 

And he absolutely loved leaving you in ruins. 

As you stood before him you were painfully aware of how small you were next to his frame. Not only was he tall but he was big, and could easily overpower you in any given circumstance. He slipped his hand inside the opening of your dress, working his way upward until you felt him drag his nail across your slit. 

“You kept me waiting too long today,” he lectured, his voice clearly annoyed as he cupped you between your legs.

You whimpered when you felt something wet glide between your folds, turning furiously red realizing that it was his tongue. 

“I’m-I’m sorry,” you replied, as he tightened his grip between your legs. His wicked eyes squinting with satisfaction as a hungry grin spread across his face. 

“You know your pathetic apologies don’t cut it for me, pet,” he replied, his voice dropping an octave as his other hand reached for your neck. “You’re going to have to beg for my forgiveness.” 

Nanami   

“Ken, can you help me? I think it’s stuck...” 

It was an innocent question really, to ask Nanami to help you out with the tricky zip in the back of your favorite black dress. 

What you didn’t know is how often your husband had been peeling his eyes away from the book he was reading just to gaze in your direction. 

You have been distracting him from the moment you stepped out of the shower, mindlessly standing in front of your shared closet while carefully trying to pick out your dress for the evening.  

The man had mastered the way of admiring you from afar with those sharp eyes and he couldn’t stop staring when you took off your robe, his heart racing at the sight of the lingerie set you were wearing underneath.

a lingerie set that he picked out for you...

He felt himself tighten against his pants, a little jealous that you were wearing it on an outing with your friends and not spoiling him with that divine body of yours. 

You tried on a few dresses, looking at yourself in front of the mirror as you debated which one would be the most suitable for dinner. Nanami’s eyes were fixated on you posing with every outfit you put on, until you finally settled on the current dress you were wearing. 

The skinny straps hung perfectly on your shoulders, showing off your neckline and upper back while the black material hugged every curve as the fabric ended just above your mid-thigh.

Not too short, not too long...but enough to make a man’s mind wonder... 

Nanami had to swallow his envy, he never liked telling you what to do or how to dress. There was no doubt that he trusted you blindly but he also knew that everyone would be looking at you in the same way he was at this very given moment. 

“Of course, my love...” he finally replied, closing his book and placing it on the side table.

You were too distracted by your wardrobe malfunction to hear the hunger in his voice when he spoke. 

You felt his presence as he stood behind you, his rough hands fidgeting with the zip as he loosened it on your behalf. You were holding the front of your dress, feeling the way his knuckle trailed just above your rear as he tried to fasten the zipper. 

“Ken?” you questioned, when he stopped halfway.

He hummed as his hands slid underneath the fabric of your dress, caressing your stomach as he pulled you into his muscular torso. He leaned down, placing a delicate kiss in the crook of your neck before bringing his lips to your ear, “you look gorgeous...”  

You will never get used to the way he easily made you blush and you smiled shyly before thanking him. Nanami would have kissed you in that moment, had you not spent thirty minutes doing your make up. 

His fingers danced up your stomach, his palms kneading your breasts as he pushed his hips into yours to ensure you felt his entire length.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, I have to leave soon...” you purred, a sigh escaping your lips as your eyes returned to the mirror where you met his own eyes through the reflection. 

“Who says I can’t finish before you have to leave?” he questioned with a smirk, raising his brow as if you had just challenged him. 

He removed his hands from underneath your dress, tugging at the straps to expose your supple breasts. He then hiked your hem line up to your waist before pushing you against the same mirror you were admiring yourself with just a few minutes ago. 

“Ken...” you begged, but gasped when you felt him grind himself into you from behind, his erection making you pulse from between your legs.

“Don’t worry, you’ll make it to dinner on time…” he commented, easing his movements as began unbuttoning his pants. “As long as you behave.”

Geto

“F-fuck, Sug...” you begged, feeling Geto tighten his grip on your thighs as he held them close around his hips, “...it’s t-too much, it’s too much...” 

“Is it?” he asked, his tone cocky as he grinned with sheer amusement, admiring the sight of you naked underneath him as he held you up, while driving his thick member inside your sopping cunt. 

“I don’t think I’ve given you enough, babe...” 

You whimpered when he snapped his body into you, the pressure building in your core making you tremble with pleasure. 

Geto’s hands roamed along the sheer material against your thighs, the garter belt was still fastened around your waist with the hooks still holding your thigh high stockings in place. Your bra had been tossed aside and your underwear torn and thrown in a corner somewhere. 

All this happened right before the two of you were planning on going out for your routine date together.

You were doing your make up when you accidentally dropped your lipstick cap on the floor. You bent down to pick it up, unaware of your thigh highs peeping from underneath your mini skirt.

Geto had just walked into the room when he saw you, the sight of your stockings and garter hooks caused the synapses in his brain to stop working.

You wanted to surprise him with the sexy ensemble after dinner but unfortunately the show was spoiled.

You casually picked up the cap, placing it back on your dressing table as you continued applying your lipstick, completely unaware that your boyfriend was dumbstruck by what you were wearing underneath.

He cleared his throat, trying to continue finding his keys but was lingering in the bedroom and watching you out of the corner of his eye.

You were leaning against the dresser, your mouth shaped in a circle, painting the neutral lipstick across your bottom lip before slowly outlining the top. You lightly dabbed your finger to blot the color, before smacking your lips together and giving yourself a small smile.

Now, who gave you the right to be that damn cute?

Suddenly, Suguru couldn’t stop thinking about those lips of yours around his cock, and he had to forcefully shake these lewd thoughts out of his mind.

After finishing up your make up, you proceeded to slip on a pair of strappy heels, leaning forward to adjust them around your ankles.

Geto’s blood rushed between his legs as he soaked in the sight of how your skirt barely covered your rear and was high enough for him to see the trim of your stockings around your thigh, giving him a peak of the lace panties you were also wearing.

An evil grin spread across that handsome face and he slowly began approaching you.

You squeaked when felt his big hands squeeze around your hip and as you stood upright you were met with Geto’s chest pressing against your back.

“I’m having second thoughts about tonight,” he stated calmly, “would it be alright with you if we stayed in?”

“But, I spent so much time getting ready…” you pleaded, turning to face those onyx eyes that were admiring you with curiosity. “I don’t want this outfit to go to waste…”

Geto cupped your face in his hands, bringing his lips down to yours and you can smell the spicy scent of his cologne on his neck.

“Oh, I promise you, I am going to make use of how fucking good you look tonight…”

You were caught off guard by his statement but before you could even answer him, his lips crashed hungrily into yours. His tongue glided across your mouth and he proceeded to carry you in his strong arms before roughly colliding your body onto the mattress behind you.

Which is inevitably what resulted in this current predicament you were in, of your boyfriend fucking you senseless instead of taking you out for a nice dinner.

our little secret. | part. Ⅰ

a/n: ah, yes. this is the fic that made me shift around on my chair so much.

word count: 4.7k

genre: smut, nsfw, office AU

warnings: dubcon, intoxication (voluntarily), cheating (committed by reader), dumbification, tummy bulge, slight dacryphilia, slight degradation, creampie, panty theft 

pairing: gojo x f!reader

summary: gojo celebrates your birthday in the office with red wine, massages and..?

read part. Ⅱ ➜

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Hello everyone!!

My name is Kai, lately I've been wanting to write fanfics/oneshots so I made this account. I will usually write smut on adult jjk characters. If you have any ideas or requests please ask me. I will do only jjk characters for now.

Also, English is 𝘯𝘰𝘵 my first language but I will try my best on writing.

say the word

headcanon: the things that they say during sex.

feat: jjk daddies. satoru gojou. kento nanami. toji fushiguro.

satoru g.

this fucking man is a MOANER. he often tries to talk through his high moans and he ends up stuttering.

“b-baby, ah! can you do that thing you- oh!”

doesn’t curse as much as toji, but he speaks a lot.

brings up several irrelevant topics while you are having sex.

“oh, shit that’s so good— wait, did you cut your hair? ah. . . ah!”

is very vocal about his feelings. sometimes, he’d guide you through what you’re doing.

“god, i love it, (y/n). . . you can move your hand a but faster— yeah like that.”

kento n.

loves to ask even though the answer’s obvious. he has the guts to tongue your clit, stop while he is doing it just to ask if you’re enjoying.

“just like that?”

he’ll smirk whenever he hears your desperate answer.

“then i’ll do it just like that.”

he is not that talkative during sex but rest assured, this man will shower you with the best compliments.

“you look really pretty sucking daddy’s cock.”

“do i make your pussy wet, hmm? say it.”

his high moans are always present whenever he is about to cum.

toji f.

this man fucks rough and speaks rough.

he loves shaming you while having sex.

“you’re a slut for that fuckin’ cock, arent ya?”

will degrade you the whole time WHILE praising you.

“what a dirty whore, getting this wet for me. . . what a good fuckin’ girl.”

he doesn’t care if the neighbors would hear him but he’d speak loudly whenever he’d ordering you to moan louder.

“c’mon let them know that this pussy’s mine. you’re mine.”

he curses so much, he’d do it all the time, from foreplay to aftercare.

suguru g.

the most passionate of ‘em all.

he’s the type to look at you in the eyes and whisper his words during sex.

“is it okay i-if i fuck you harder, lovely?”

he was really shy at first but as time passes, he eventually learned how to become a tease through his words.

“tell me what you need, beautiful.”

moans REALLY loud when he’s about to burst.

is very polite but also very hot when speaking to you.

“do you want me to cum inside? yeah?”

A PROPOSITION.

Minors and ED blogs DNI. Ageless blogs will be blocked. Do not repost or recommend my work anywhere.

Synopsis. Adding sex to the mix doesn’t seem too bad of an idea when your long term friend Gojo Satoru gives you a taste of the experience — conveniently enough, on your living room couch.

WC. 5.4k

Genre. NSFW.

Warnings. Alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, overstimulation, oral (male + female receiving), vaginal sex, slight dacryphilia, praising, couch sex, multiple positions (missionary, doggy etc), tummy bulge, biting (hickeys), squirting, choking, creampie, aftercare.

MASTERLIST

“This has to be a joke.”

You were seated opposite to him on your couch, your back leaning against the arm of it with him mirroring your position, your thumb running over the rim of the beer bottle in your hand. It was one of the many nights you two would frequently have on a weekend – takeout with some drinks and maybe even a movie before you’re both passed out on your living room floor. Dressed in just a tank top and pyjama shorts – you were halfway through your second drink when Gojo had suggested one of the most absurd ideas that had ever occurred to you, and you were starting to think that maybe you should tell him to slow down with the alcohol before he begins to spew more impulsive thoughts.

“Why would I joke about?” Gojo replied nonchalantly.

“Well, it is you we’re talking about here.”

He rolled his eyes at that, huffing a strand of white hair away from his face before locking eyes with you, “I wouldn’t joke about that with you, maybe with Nanami but–“

You shook your head, lifting a hand up to stop him, he pursed his lips immediately at that. “Satoru–“ you started with a sigh, “Do you..do you understand what you’re saying right now? Do you understand what you’re asking me here?” Your voice did not match the playful tone of his, his eyebrows slightly pinching in together in seriousness.

“Of course I do. I’m not an idiot.”

“You’re drunk.”

“I’m honest.” He retorted, “And you’re in denial.”

You barked out a laugh at that, “Denial? How?” Gojo only smirked in response, clearing his throat before beginning to crawl towards you. You raised an eyebrow at his approach, wondering where this was going. “You’re full of shit if you say you haven’t thought about it too.” He said, his hand using the back of the couch to support his weight while the other rests on the arm of the couch you’re leaning on.

Throwing your head back in a laugh, you patted his shoulder in amusement once you looked back at him. “I admire your confidence – truly, Satoru. But I think you tend to forget something.” You stated with a sympathetic sigh, your finger brushing the collarbone peaking through his shirt, before drunkly gripping his collar and pulled him towards you, your breaths mingling. “I’m not one of your play things. I’ve known you for years – I know you like an open book. So whatever poor attempt this is to try and lure me to your bed,“ you paused to kiss your teeth “–it’s not going to work.” You finished, before leaning back again on the arm of the couch, a triumphant smirk on your face as you rendered him speechless.

Failing to hear a response from him, you initially thought the conversation was over as you took another swing of your beer. However, your eyebrows shot up as you nearly choked on your drink once you felt his hand on you calf, fingertips having a feel of your skin. You looked back at him, his eyes glued on your leg as he shook his head with a dark chuckle. “This is where you’re wrong, peach.” He squeezed your calf before it began to dangerously rise up to your knee, thumb rubbing your skin. “If you did know me, then you would know I wouldn’t mind having you bent over my knee any day now.”

You sucked in a breath, unsure whether if your face was hot from the alcohol or his words. Gojo’s cheeks were flushed red from his drink, the tip of his tongue poking out to wet his lips, his eyes fixed on yours. “You’re a smart girl, but not smart enough if you can’t seem to use that pretty head of yours when you’re around me.”

“Satoru–“ you shook your head, gulping. Every drop of confidence you had in your voice earlier had suddenly dissipated. “Why..why are you telling me this?”

“I want to fuck you.” He blatantly replied, “I’m not one to beat around the bush. You should know that since you claim to know me so much.” he huffed in slight annoyance. To say there was sexual tension between you two ever since you met was an understatement. Flirty remarks, teasing touches and even drunken pecks were shared here and there but nothing ever beyond that. You were both part of the same friendship group after all, and were pretty much the only ones out of said group who haven’t hooked up with each other yet.

“Fuck me and disregard me like you do with the others?”

He shook his head immediately at that, his face lacking any form of amusement. He was serious, for once. “There’s a difference. You’re my friend, I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“It just..it sounds like a bad idea to me.” You sighed in response, the rim of your beer bottle suddenly being the most interesting thing in the world to look at, “It doesn’t have to mean anything if you don’t want it to, [Name].” His voice caught you off guard in the eerie silence as you met his gaze again. “But I’m not going to pressure you into something you don’t want. It’s just something that’s been on my mind for a while, so I thought you should know.” He finished before pulling his hand away, the place where his hand resided on your leg suddenly felt cold as he laid back on the arm of the couch opposite to you, his feet grazing yours.

Gojo Satoru was idolised by the public. Women wanted him and men wanted to be him (some times they wanted him too). Gossip from stranger mouths would spring every week on not only how he looked like a god, but also how he was one in the sheets. So why not? You think. Why not relieve the sexual tension once and for all and see whether if those said rumours live up to his name by having a taste yourself?

“If we’re going to do this–“ you confidently spoke, making his head snap up towards you at your sudden change in heart. “–Our friends can’t know. And I mean no one can know, not even Geto. I’m not interested in us being another experiment to them.”

“Cross my heart, my lips are sealed.” He smiled, “Better be.” You murmured, before placing your beer bottle on the coffee table. Your gaze met the mischievous glint in his eyes, his hand patting his thigh as he beckoned you to come closer, “Come here.”

You licked your lips, finding yourself crawling towards him at an agonisingly slow pace. His eyes shamelessly eyeing your chest as it peaked through your tank top. You stopped in between his legs, Gojo’s hand finding its way to your cheek as you looked up to him. “Have you thought about it?” He asked quietly.

You blinked at his question, there was no point of lying. You’ve always wondered – wondered how his calloused hands would feel all over your body, how his lips would brush over your skin before sinking his teeth in and leaving a love bite, how his hair would tickle your ear when he’d bury his face into the crook of your neck, thrusting over and over and over.

But your pride was too big to admit it out loud. So you opted for something else.

“Well, if there’s one particular thing I’ve always wondered about..” You began, your eyes darting from his bulge to his eyes. Gojo smirked almost immediately at that, “I’ll have you know I’ve heard nothing but positive feedback about my–“

“I’m not talking about your size.” You interrupted, pursing your lips to hold back a smile. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, before you watched his smile drop and eyes widen in realisation.

“My pubes? You thought about my pubes out of everything?”

You barked out a laugh at his disappointment, the previous awkward atmosphere diminishing at your conversation. “Can you blame me? Even your eyelashes are white, it’s only logical that–“

“Jesus christ.” He huffed, throwing his head back with his eyes screwed shut. He rubbed his face with both hands, before looking back at you. His lips curved upwards once again, “You’re in luck, since you’re about to see for yourself. ”

You found yourself mirroring his smirk as you sat up. You swung your legs over his, fully situating yourself on his lap. Gojo’s hands immediately resting on your hips. “You better not make me regret this.”

“First of all–“ Gojo said, his tone flat as his palm collided with your bum harshly, making you jump in place. “You don’t talk to me like that, peach.” His nickname for you rolled off his tongue almost condescendingly – almost carrying a different weight this time.

He leaned forward, watching you gulp. Your lips slightly parted as small breaths left your mouth, your eyes flickering between both of his eyes. The blue sea that inhabited his orbs refused to look anywhere else as he watched your walls slowly crumble down, almost as if they were daring you to look away. Gojo leaned his head towards your ear, his lips brushing against your earlobe as he whispered, “I’d behave if I were you.”

He backed away, but stayed closed enough to brush your nose against his. You closed your eyes, feeling his lips envelop yours in a slow kiss, a hand finding its way behind and up your back, fingers trailing up and down your spine once he slipped his hot tongue into your mouth. His fingers trailed upwards, before gripping the back of your neck and pushing you deeper against his lips, eliciting a small whimper from you. He pulled away, a small pop! heard as your lips separated.

“Yeah?” Gojo asked with a small smile, thumb running across your already hot cheek, you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, a small smirk on your face. You nodded eagerly before yanking him from his collar towards you, lips meeting his forcefully as they moulded against each other, your tongues dancing in a sweet harmony. Your arms wrapped around his neck – breathing fast, heart rate faster. He gripped your hips tightly, and you slightly winced against his lips as you felt his fingers digging into your pelvic bone.

You felt his growing bulge underneath you, poking you through your shorts and encouraging you to roll your hips against his, your pelvises directly aligned as you moved in a wave-like motion. Gojo’s grip around your frame tightened, feeling a small vibration against your lips once he let out a low moan. Chest against chest, your hardened nipples protruded through your tank top and rubbed against his clothed torso with each movement.

His hand moved down your stomach, slipping inside your shorts and reaching your panties. You continued grinding against his fingers as they teased your clothed clit in the same pace. You pulled away to breathe for a second, gasping against his lips at the growing feeling in your cunt before pressing them back to him. Gojo responded immediately, the sounds of lips smacking and kissing resumed as he felt a patch of wetness in your panties.

“Satoru.” You breathed out once you pulled away, “Want you in my mouth.”

He retracted his fingers, “Yeah? Want my cock down your throat?” he spoke teasingly, you only hummed eagerly before taking the liberty to crawl off his lap. Laying on your stomach between his legs and perched your ass up. You pulled his sweatpants and boxers along the way, his hard dick slapping his stomach, the tip flushed red and decorated with a white ring of precum – his cock mildly curved upwards and you couldn’t help but think how it would feel deep inside of you. However, you’re snapped out of your thoughts at something else as you eyed his cock.

Shaved. He was fully shaved. Not even trimmed, or any presence of a small stubble to give you at least a hint on whether if your suspicions were true or not. You blinked, looking back at him as he snickered.

“Tough luck. Maybe next time.”

“Next time?”

“Yeah next time–“ He leaned forward, placing your chin between the web of his thumb and index finger as he tilted your head up, his rough palm warm underneath your chin. “Because you’ll be begging for more once I’m done with you.”

Gojo leaned back comfortably against the arm of the couch, nudging his chin at you with a look of amusement, “Go on.” You fought the urge to roll your eyes at him, licking your lips and attempting to grab his shaft before he stopped you by gripping your wrist. “Wait–“ he murmured, and you restrained yourself from huffing impatiently. “You have an eyelash on your cheek.” He noted, squinting his eyes at your face, his thumb and forefinger pinched at something on your cheek before retracting his hand, showing you the short curved hair on his index finger.

“Wanna make a wish?” Gojo cooed, grinning almost childishly at you. The devil resting on your left shoulder whispered lewd thoughts into your ear as you smirked. You fluttered your eyes shut, pretending to give yourself a hard thought before opening them and blowing your eyelash away. Gojo opened his mouth to speak, probably to spew another remark before you wrapped your lips around his finger, nipping at his fingertip before swirling your tongue around his digit.

“Shit..” He breathed out shakily, watching you suck in his finger further down your throat as his knuckle reached your lips. You blinked at him, pulling your lips off his finger before wrapping your hand around his cock. You flicked your tongue against the ring of precum, humming in satisfaction as Gojo’s hand brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, before landing on the back of your skull with his thumb rubbing in circular motions against.

You wrapped your lips around his tip, flicking it with the tip of your tongue before giving his cock long licks across his length, stopping at his balls and taking one into your mouth. Your tongue barely gave Gojo time to breathe as you watched him throw his head back, his swollen, pink lips forming a pout. His fingers dug into your scalp as you gave him a particularly hard suck. You gave him a second to recompose before fully taking him into your warm mouth, his girth stretching your lips far and wide. The heat from your breath making him throb in anticipation.

“Fuck.” He sighed out, looking back at you as you hallowed your cheeks around him. “You love this, don’t you?” You moaned around him in response, giving him a quick nod with his cock in your mouth before flattening your tongue along his length. The salty sweet taste of him mixed with your own saliva made you bob your head up and down agonisingly slow.

His arm snaked past your armpits, pulling you off him with a gasp. Your chin wet from your own spit, his large hands cradling your face as he kissed you hard and deep, his hot tongue finding its way back into your mouth and having a taste of his own precum.

“Do you have a condom?” You heard him say as you pulled away with a pant, eagerly pulling his shirt off as he did the same to you, “’M on the pill.” you murmured, pulling him in from his neck into another heated kiss. A squeal escaped your mouth when he pinched your ass, before he slowly laid you down on your back, not breaking away from your lips. Your arms wrapped around his neck, chest against chest. His hand yanked your shorts down, tossing them on the floor somewhere. With your panties being the only barrier left between your nude bodies, you moaned against his mouth once you felt his hardened cock rub against your clothed clit.

Gojo broke away from your lips, prepping kisses across your jaw and down your throat, leaving a trail of wet patches before latching his mouth onto your breast. You gasped as you felt his teeth sink in softly around your nipple, running his tongue across the area before giving it a hard suck. His other hand reached down between your legs, applying pressure to your clit through your panties as you felt sweat form along your hairline.

“Stop teasing.” you sighed out, making Gojo pull away. “You expect me to make it easy on you?” He retorted with a small chuckle and a shake of his head, his breath fanning your face as the smell of beer invaded your nostrils. “That’s not how it works, peach.”

“I expected you to fuck me like you mean it, not lie through your teeth.”

“Lie?” He raised an eyebrow, his teeth slightly clenched. “You think I’m messing?”

“Are you gonna prove me wrong?” You continued to press him on purpose. He only smirked in response, and for a minute you nearly regretted letting those words slip out of your mouth.

“Oh I will,” He paused to pull your panties down, the flesh of your hips that's been squeezed by the fabric breaking free, your pussy lips already glistening from your own wetness, “I’m gonna fuck you until you cry.”

He grabbed his own shaft, leading it towards your cunt. His tip sticking into your entrance only a little bit before pulling back and spreading your slick across your labia and to your clit, you whined at the sensation underneath him, biting your tongue to stop yourself from begging for some sort of friction from him, and you almost thanked the gods above once you felt him push in.

Your mouth hung open as he inserted himself, your pussy lips swallowing him whole as his girth stretched you with every inch that pushed in, Gojo moaned on top of you, hands digging into your waist as you bent your knees. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, staying still for a second once he fully pushed in, sighing out a low "fuck.“ before you felt a tap against your thigh. "Bring it up." he breathed out against your neck, his hot breath making goosebumps rise on the arms wrapped around his back.

You lifted the leg that's inside the couch upwards, "A little higher - that's it." Gojo sounded satisfied once your leg rested over of the back of the couch, you took the liberty to move your other leg onto the floor, your toes grazing against the carpet as you found yourself spread wide for him as much as you can. "Satoru–" You whined out.

"I know, baby. I know." He said, before pulling back and burying himself inside of you again, he snapped his hips with every moderate paced thrust, your wetness making it easier for his cock to slide in and out, the curve of his cock kissing the spot that's etched deep into your cunt. “You feel so good, so warm and snug and–fuck.” Gojo cursed.

It’s almost as if his hands couldn’t get enough of you – first gripping hard on your breasts as some sort of anchor, then moving onto your already spread legs and pushing down on your inner thighs, making you wince as he stretched you out fully. His rough hand then grabbed the leg next to his head, making you gasp as you watched him wrap his lips around your toe, giving it a teasing suck and a lick, his eyes not breaking away from yours before one of them dropped into a wink.

Gojo’s thrusts didn’t falter for a second as he returned your leg to its previous position, resting it comfortably over the back of the couch. His rough hands snuck over your hips and behind your ass, taking your flesh between his fingers and spreading your cheeks apart as he lifted your pelvis slightly above the couch.

There was so much going one – your legs spread, his hands on your ass, his curved cock not leaving a sweet spot inside of you untouched. A thin layer of sweat covering both of your heaving bodies as you both moaned loud enough for your next door neighbour to hear.

Both of your hands reached his biceps, grabbing the muscles for leverage as his thrusts got harder and started pushing you further back into the couch, the top of your head meeting the arm of it as you arched your back in pleasure. “Mhm–Satoru..”

When you looked back at him, you could've sworn you felt the air get knocked out of your lungs at the sight in front of you. The veins in Gojo's arms protruded from his hard grip on your ass, his cock glistening with your slick every time he pulled back, his pecs flexing with every thrust. His chest was dusted with a soft shade of pink, snow hair matted against his forehead. The way his face contorted in pleasure – eyebrows pinched together, heavy pants and grunts escaping his pouty lips.

Desperately, your grip on his biceps tightened as you pulled him closer to you, making him slow down his thrusts as his hands left your ass and moved to your waist instead, dropping your lower half back onto the couch. You retrieved both of you legs and bent your knees as he snuggled in between them, with one arm around his neck and the other perched up on your elbow for support, you lifted your back off the couch as you began to hold him for all it’s worth and grind your hips against his. Gojo let out a throaty moan as you contracted and released your pelvic muscles around his cock. "Oh, god." He let out a low groan, pecking your lips as you continued to roll your hips against his, "Oh, fuck."

“You’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that.” Gojo shamelessly admitted once you clenched around him again. He quickly shook his head, not wanting to cum just yet, he pulled his cock out, making you whine at the sudden emptiness, only to gasp as he flipped you over on your stomach. You rested your chin against the arm of the couch, emitting a high pitched “oh!” once his hand collided with your asscheek in a loud smack. You were reluctant to think his hands would leave bruises on your ass from the constant gripping and smacking, but once you felt his teeth sink into the flesh of your ass, you knew for sure he would leave his mark.

You gasped at the stinging feeling. He only hummed in response – spreading your asscheeks apart, your juices glazing your lips. Gojo found himself licking his lips at the sight, before sticking his tongue out and giving you a long hard lick, your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the feeling, your high coming back down as he tried to coax you into calmness with his mouth on your cunt.

“So wet for me.” He muttered. You felt a ball of spit fall on your asshole and drip down your cunt, making you mewl. “All for me.” His mouth latched onto your lips, tongue lapping all of your juices before sticking it into your entrance, nose brushing against your skin as he buried his face between your cheeks. Gojo’s groans vibrated against your skin, making you desperately grind back onto his face. His fingernails dug deep into your flesh as he continued to eat you up like a starved man that haven’t had a morsel of food in ages, tongue not leaving a drop of your juices drip into the couch as he drank it all up.

You whined in distress once he pulled away – he was constantly edging you and not letting you cum, and although you wanted nothing more than to have your release all over his mouth, the ache between your legs wanted to feel his cock inside instead.

Almost as if he heard your thoughts, you felt him line himself with your entrance, pushing in with his hands gripping your hips again. You were sure at this point he was leaving handprints all over your body, but the thought quickly dissipated as you heard the obscene sounds of your squelching hole take in his cock with every hard thrust.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You heard Gojo pant behind you. “Oh, Satoru.” You mewled, your arm stretched behind you and reached to clasp the hand that’s gripping your hip. “Oh, baby.”

His movements began to slow down, cock buried deep inside your cunt as he leaned downwards. You felt his chest against your back, teeth nibbling on your ear as his hands reached your breasts and gripped the flesh tightly in his palms, pinching and rolling your nipples. Gojo’s knees spread your legs just a little bit – he didn’t pull back or push himself any deeper, but had his thighs glued completely to the back of yours as he started to roll his hips, just to make sure the curve of his cock touched every inch of your insides as your walls clenched tightly around him.

“Please..” you quietly begged, his nose in your hair as he inhales your scent deeply. Gojo halts his movements, and his hands began to move to find a new territory to mark – one hand wrapped around your throat while the other slides down your stomach, his palm splayed across your naval as he pressed down onto the bulge that’s poking through you. “You feel that, peach? Do you feel me right here – right in your tummy?”

Your mouth hung open, eyes open like a deer in headlights as you sucked in a breath. You only managed to nod eagerly, screwing your eyes shut at the feeling of his cock nudging your cervix while his hand pressed down your tummy bulge. “Too deep, too much I–“ You whined, unable to formulate a coherent sentence. You felt his hand snake further down and reach your clit, two of his digits using your own slick for lubrication as he began to draw circles on your clitoris and hood, his fingertips grazing your labia in the process.

“No, no, no–“ you begged and attempted to break free from his hold before gasping once you felt Gojo’s fingers squeeze the sides of your throat, “Fuck, stay still for me.” He grunted, your clitoris wedged between his two fingers as he gave it a small pinch before resuming to his previous circular motions.

“Please move, please just–hmph!” your broken pleads were interrupted with a loud moan as you felt him suddenly pull back and push his cock in, his sudden animalistic thrusts catching you off guard. The hand around your throat moved towards your face, gripping your cheeks to face him as he pulled you into a sloppy kiss. Tongues dancing and teeth colliding in a desperate attempt to match the pace of his thrusts. A throaty moan elicited from Gojo against your lips as you clenched around him again.

With his fingers barely giving your sensitive clit a break, your long awaited orgasm started approaching like a crashing wave as you felt a familiar coil in your abdomen. “I’m gonna cum, m’gonna–“

“Cum. Cum all over my cock.” Gojo urged in jagged, irregular breaths. You felt your throat muscles burn as you cried out in pleasure. Your long awaited orgasm washed over you, making you curl your toes as you creamed all over his cock.

Gojo’s thrusts decreased, giving you a chance to slow down your heart. You looked over your bare shoulder blade, about to ask why he didn’t cum yet, only to shriek once you felt the arms around your waist lift you, pulling you down behind with you on top of him – your back against his chest, his cock still inside of you. The sudden change in positions knocked the air out of your lungs, and before you know it, his hands reached the back of your thighs, pulling it closer to your chest and spread your legs further. Your eyes frantically widening in realisation, “Sato–oh!”

He began to fuck you from below, feet planted to support his weight. His knees bent and hips lifted as he thrusted harder with every second, you watched his cock disappear into and out of your cunt, his muffled groans against your skin as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. Your eyes began to water at the overstimulation, Gojo’s hands gripping the back of your thighs so hard you thought he was close to cutting off your blood circulation. “Ngnh, ‘Toru—!” You sobbed out, “Please!” your cries and wails fell on deaf ears. You weren’t exactly sure what you were begging for, whether for him to stop or to keep going – either way, you couldn’t get enough of him.

“One more – give me one more, peach.” Gojo grunted against your ear. Tears were streaming down your face at this point, your own hair strands sticking to the back of your neck with sweat. And then you felt it – fast stream jets of your juices involuntarily ejecting out of you right in front of your eyes as you squirted. The pornographic sounds of your squelching hole and skin slapping only made your chest hot at the lewdness of your state. “That’s it.” Gojo encouraged, “That’s my good girl.”

“Satoru,” You panted quietly, the pace of his thrusts remained unchanged as you felt him twitch inside of you. “Cum inside me, please.” your begging made his grip around you tighten, “Need to feel it, need you to fill me up.”

“Fuck, don’t say that.” He breathed out, almost pleadingly. Moans of curses and your own name spilled from his beautiful lips and reached your ears as you felt spurts of his own hot cum fill you up to the brim, strings of his own semen escaping your hole and reaching your ass as it trickled down your thighs. Both of your mouths hung upon at the sensation that washed over your sweaty bodies.

Gojo released his grip on your knees, before reaching your face and tilting your head for a few pecks on your lips. Your chests heaving almost rhythmically as you panted tiredly against each other’s lips. He lifted you off his chest to slip his cock out, and just as expected, his own milky cum began to leak out of your hole. Laying you back on the couch as he slipped out from underneath you, you heard his footsteps trail away from you and into the kitchen, your ears barely registering the sound of him rummaging through your drawers as you felt your eyes begging you for a deep slumber.

Just as promised – he had in fact, fucked you until you cried.

Your eyes shot up at the sudden feeling of wetness on your inner thighs, seeing Gojo dressed back in his sweatpants with damp paper towels in his hand as he wiped you clean. His eyes met yours – giving you a small smile before focusing back on the task at hand. You licked your already swollen lips, too tired to notice that the shirt you’re about to grab from the floor and wear was actually Gojo’s – who’ve just finished cleaning you up before dumping the sticky tissues into a nearby bin.

You sat up on the edge of the couch, your feet planted on the carpet. Your mouth was dry and your legs were aching from how far and long he’s been spreading you open. You only gave Gojo a questionable look as you watched him grab your panties off the floor and shove it into his pocket. “A souvenir.” He comically answered your unspoken question with a grin. He then grabbed the two water bottles he previously placed on your coffee table, passing you one as you eagerly accepted it, the both of you taking large gulps to quench you thirst.

“So,” You heard him speak amusingly, but you were too busy making sure you swallow every last drop of water to wash up your dry throat. You looked back at him once you finished, exhaling in content. And although his body was covered in a layer of sweat and his hair was messily stuck to his forehead – he had that mischievous glint in his eyes, his lips curved up into a smirk, your living room light adorning his toned chest and figure as he stood in front of you. The rumours were true after all, he was an Adonis that sprung amongst the sea of men.

“Still think it’s a bad idea?”

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