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@inumakiarchive masterlist

disclaimer: all of these books will have some sort of smut involved in them

LITTLE LAMB

teaser , chapter one , chapter two

THE WIFE

GOJO SATORU

chapter one , chapter two , chapter three

book status - not completed

THE RULES

GETO SUGURU

chapter one, chapter two

book status - not completed

COOKIES AND CREME

RANPO EDOGAWA

chapter one , chapter two

book status - not completed

ADAM AND EVE

CHUUYA NAKAHARA

chapter one , chapter two

book status - not completed

NEKO

DAZAI OSAMU

chapter one , chapter two

book status - not completed

MANEATER

YELENA , HANJI , PIECK

teaser , chapter one , chapter two

book status - not completed

disclaimer : some books on here are not published yet, and I do not own the gifs used in any of my stories, credits to the people who made them on pinterest <3

© uvuyai 2024. . . ~ ღ

𝐵𝒶𝒷𝓎, 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝...

–tw. Mentioned false information, size difference, dub con, measuring, stomach bulge, cervix fucking, creampies, slight yan, rough sex, pinned down, bondage, overstimulation, dacryphilia, big cocks, pussy job, cuteness agression maybe(??), this will be ooc for some characters listed, mating press, fem reader,

ღ ~ You were currently tied up(only your hands) by your quote on quote, "oblivious" boyfriend. He claimed he wanted to measure you and your body parts but you don't understand why he needed to tie you up on the bed. It's so you wont squirm too much, baby he says. You sigh and roll your eyes and wished to get this over with.

He climbs on top of the bed and sits beside you. You looked at him but he was busy with a stupid smirk on his face, looking down towards your lowerhalf. He hooked his finger onto the waistband of your shorts and panties and slid them down, a string of slick connecting with your panties and he threw the clothes somewhere in the corner of the room . “What are you doing?!”. You yelped and tried using one of your legs to cover your pussy. He sat in front of you, grabbed your thighs and slung them over his shoulders. You look at them, tears welded in your eyes as you gritted your teeth with flushed cheeks.

Your cunt was soaking his torso by now. You wiggled your hips trying to get away but got stopped when squeezed it and split your legs apart, your pussy on full display for him and only him. He unbuckled his pants and fished out his cock that he knew you loved. It was already thick, long, and painfully hard as it bobbed up and down right by your womb.

“I'm gonna do an experiment on ya, baby.” he moved his hand to stroke his dick as a bead of precum formed at the tip.

“You see where this is?” he points to your belly button and you nod. ”I've heard, that a woman's cervix, is right beneath.” he finishes as he dragged his finger a bit down from your belly button. You felt yourself blushing and looked away.

“Considering how big I am, I might just burst through your womb.” he emphasizes on the big. He has a weirdly built ego that makes you wonder how you even got together.

“But I don't think I needed this information considering i've fucked your womb countless times.” he was right about that.

He bent your calves so he could rest his hands on your knees to balance himself as he leaned over you. His dick plopped right over your cunt, slick covering the base of it. He rocked his hips back n' forth, stimulating your clit in the process. He noticed your panting getting more harsh. You whined, desperately trying to get out of this predicament.

More of your juices covered the underside of his cock. He seems lost in pleasure as his eyes were closed and he seemed to shudder and drool. He opened his eyes only to be locked with yours. If you look closely, you could see the hearts in his eyes mixed with lust. His pupils were slightly trembling as they stared back at you.

You looked away as the loving stare was too much for you to keep eye contact with.

A smirk was etched on his face. He moved himself back so that his thick tip was prodding at your soaking entrance. He moved his hips forward, pushing his dick up into your cunt.

His cock was covered in your juices and cream. The deeper he went, it felt like what he said was true. He would be able to burst through your stomach. He went down to your face and pressed his lips against yours. He bit your bottom lip for entrance to which you granted. He tongue quickly sped into your mouth, entangling itself with yours as he continued his thrusts up against your womb.

Your hands were desperately grasped at the ribbon holding your wrists together. Tears were streaming down your cheeks then he leaned down to lick them and slightly bite at your cheeks.

He spits out grunts and slight whimpers while a string of moans and mewls comes from you. He soon settled his cock deep inside you which made you cum with a cry as he hit that spot that you love. “Wow baby, came on the spot huh?” he gave slow thrusts but leaned forward so your calves were touching his. back

You tried to move your hips away but his veiny hands grasped harshly at your waist that it would surely leave marks and pull you on his cock so it can reach a deeper part than before. His thrusts got faster that so much so it hit your cervix with brutal thrusts. Your cervix felt as if a mouth was sucking the tip of his dick. “N-noo.. you're too roUGH!” you tried to push him away with your binded wrists but was unsuccessful from his brute stature.

You felt the coil in your stomach tighten. The bulge in your stomach signed how deep his was in your womb. You close your eyes tightly and let out a wanton moan followed by a mewl and whine.

After a few thrusts into your small womb, he released his seed into your womb, your stomach becoming slightly bloated. You closed your eyes in exhaustion. He moved himself back not pulling out. He looked down at your form and saw your body glistening with sweat and you lower half shining from the juices you and him produced together by pleasure each other.

His hand pressed down onto your bloated stomach which made his cum dribble out of your cunt like a waterfall. “Look at that, wasting my precious cum,” he says with a tsk and shakes his head. “Don't worry baby, I'll just fuck it back into you.” he leaned towards your face with a crazed lovesick look in his eyes.

“And I'll keep fucking it into you until I deem you as full enough to produce my child.” ღ

CHARACTERS IN MIND: Childe, Kaeya, Itto, Ayato, Scaramouche, Jing Yuan, Sampo, Aventurine, Boothill, Gojo, Toji, Sukuna, Nanami, AND YOUR FAVS

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soft dom gojo 💔

Sypnosis - Gojo being a soft dom, that's it, that's the tweet.

Warning(s) - suggestive themes, foul language, THIS PIECE IS LITERALLY ABOUT GOJO BEING A SOFT DOM EXPECT ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING

A/N - Thank you Anon...as if I don't already think about this man an unhealthy amount.

Read the Aggressive Dom version here!

! PIECE BEGINS UNDERNEATH THE CUT !

!Soft Dom Gojo, who treats you with so much respect. He treats you as if you’re the woman who hung the moon and the stars, as if you’re the woman responsible for all of creation. To him, you are absolutely everything, and he is definitely not afraid to voice any of that. 

!Soft Dom Gojo, who worships your body like a sacred temple. He’ll lay you down and place little kisses against any bit of skin that he can reach. Typically, he starts at your head, then he peppers your face in those featherlight kisses that bring butterflies to your stomach. Slowly, they get lower and lower, his lips brushing against your chest, then your stomach, and of course, between your legs — where he will stay until you’re whining and begging him to get off. 

!Soft Dom Gojo, who won’t hold back his praise when he fucks you. His hands will be grasping your hips firmly, eyes fixated on the ripple of your hips when his snap to make contact. Your eyes are screwed shut, moans falling from your parted lips at just how deep he goes with every thrust. His lips are right beside your ear, whispering “good girl”’s and “you’re doing so well”’s like they’re his own personal mantras.  

!Soft Dom Gojo, who always puts your pleasure over his own. To him, getting you off also gets him off. Hearing your little whimpers and moans when he’s nestled between your legs has his cock straining in his pants — that which leads to him grinding against the bed while his tongue flicks at your clit.  

!Soft Dom Gojo, who can and will overstimulate you while uttering the sweetest and softest praises. His fingers are pumping in and out of you at a borderline unbearable pace while his tongue flicks at your swollen clit. You had orgasmed — what — three or four times? You honestly didn’t know, you had lost count after orgasm number two. Your hands are tangled in his hair, little gasps and broken moans falling from your lips. A thin line of drool trickles down your chin — the sight of you so fucked out almost has Gojo cumming on the spot.  

!Soft Dom Gojo, who never skips aftercare. The minute that your body relaxes against the sheets, Gojo stands from the bed and moves towards the bathroom. There he runs a hot bath and grabs one of the small hand towels folded on the side of the sink. He returns to your side, running the towel over you, smiling slightly to himself as you shiver from the sensitivity. He shushes you, hooking his arms around you and lifting you. You both share a bath, your back to his chest as he softly washes your hair and body, being careful to not accidentally brush over any part of you that may be too sensitive.  

We <3 !Soft Dom Gojo in this house.  

SCREW SOFT DOM GOJO, I WANT AN AGGRESSIVE DOM GOJO WHO WILL TEAR APART MY BODY (in the nicest way possible 🎀)

Sypnosis - Read above request.

Warning(s) - This is, again, just straight fucking smut.

Note - Anon. You are so real for this.

Read the Soft Dom version here!

! PIECE BEGINS UNDERNEATH THE CUT !

!Aggressive Dom Gojo who seems to be a completely different person the moment that your bedroom door is shut. Calloused hands roam your body, fingers pinching almost meanly at your curves. In that moment, as his lips attack your own in a flurry of hungry kisses that leave you flustered and completely breathless.  

!Aggressive Dom Gojo who lifts you by your hips and all but throws you onto the sheets like a ragdoll — one shaped purely for his own pleasure. You could tell by the rapid rising and falling of his chest that you would likely not leave that bed for hours, not until Gojo was done with you of course.  

!Aggressive Dom Gojo who is just downright mean to you. His usually featherlight and affectionate kisses to your neck are replaced by rough suckling and bites that no doubt leave behind marks for you to find in the morning. Your little gasps and pants are caught quickly by Gojo’s lips, delivering yet another hungry kiss that has your head positively spinning. 

!Aggressive Dom Gojo who continues to leave bruises and bite marks against your skin as his lips trail downward, taking one of your tits into his mouth and swirling his tongue over your already hardened nipple. He sinks his teeth into the plush skin, lifting his head upward and smirking at the shocked moan that you let out, back arching off of the sheets.  

!Aggressive Dom Gojo who helps you shimmy out of your pants before running a thin finger over your clothed pussy, swirling the tip of his index finger over your clit and smirking to himself at the little jolts of your body — back lifting off of the bed with each little touch. He turns his wrist, thumb pressing against your clit and rubbing quickened circles against it, smirking at the desperate pants and whines that fall from your parted lips.  

!Aggressive Dom Gojo who only removes your panties when you’re a whining, drooling mess. A thin line of your own saliva is trickling down from the corner of your mouth, soft pants falling from your lips as you peer down at Gojo through lust-blown eyes. He stares back at you, mentally committing the sight to memory and smirking again, pressing his palm flat against your still-clothed pussy — that earns him another desperate little “Satoru!” 

!Aggressive Dom Gojo who finally…finally licks a stripe up your pussy, deciding to tease even further and avoid your clit. He’ll focus on swirling the tip of his tongue over your entrance, smirking as you whine and attempt to buck your hips up to get some kind of friction against the neglected bundle of nerves. He only wraps an arm over your hips, pushing you back down onto the bed and clicking his tongue at you. 

!Aggressive Dom Gojo who then eats you out with a hunger that — while not unusual — still felt just downright mean. His tongue bullies both your clit and your entrance, alternating between the two just when he feels your legs begin to shake against his head, thighs clamping around his ears as you try to push him away. But you don't win, and you won't ever win...not tonight anyway.  

!Aggressive Dom Gojo who continues to eat you out even as your fingers try to push him away and as desperate pleas of "too much" and "too sensitive" fall from your parted lips. Instead of listening to your pleas like he would any other night, Gojo only presses his palms against your legs, parting them further to allow himself better access to you, suckling on your clit and smirking at the way that your head falls back against the pillows.  

!Aggressive Dom Gojo who straight bullies your cunt once he bottoms out in you, hands gripping at your hips and no doubt leaving behind bruises for him to admire in the morning. His hips snap into your own, setting the rough pace and not letting up for even a single second – not that you mind, honestly.  

!Aggressive Dom Gojo who covers your mouth with his palm, silencing your moans and continuing to thrust into you at an unrelenting pace, his hips slapping against yours. Your back arches impossibly further off of the bed, body spasming as that familiar knot in your stomach begins to coil tighter and tighter.  

!Aggressive Dom Gojo who fucks you through your orgasm, reaching a hand down to rub your clit in quickened circles. His head bends down to whisper dirty nothings into your ears, referring to you as "his good girl" as your body continues to spasm with the shocks of your orgasm. Internally, he debates on continuing, bordering on overstimulating you but deciding against it as your moans morph into pathetic little whines – perhaps another time.  

We <3 any and all forms of Gojo in this house.  

hi i hope you’re well! i love your writing and i was hoping to make a req for gojo. reader riding his face and he’s just sloppy with it because he’s obsessed with her and how good she tastes and he won’t stop talking about it either lmao full on loverboy <3 thank you so much!

Sypnosis - Read above request.

Warning(s) - This is just smut guys, c'mon, read the request.

! PIECE BEGINS UNDERNEATH THE CUT !

“C’mon baby, pleaseee?” Satoru whines, turning his head so that his cheek rests against your inner thigh. His eyes flicker up to you, wide and puppy-like. God, you could already feel yourself folding. 

Your fingers pause their scratching of Satoru’s scalp, eyes boring into his own as you force yourself to wear a stern expression.  

“I don’t know ‘toru,” you murmur offhandedly, wincing as Satoru’s expression falls. He sighs, breath fanning out over the exposed skin of your leg — which sends a shiver up your spine.  

He pouts, bottom lip jutting out as his arms squeeze around your waist. You jolt, not having expected the gesture.  

“What’s the worst that could happen?” 

“I crush you…?” 

Satoru hums, tilting his head as if he were weighing his options. You bite back the laugh that bubbles in the back of your throat, nearly allowing your resolve to crumble.  

“What a way to go out—“ 

“Satoru!” You slap a hand against the back of his head, chuckling breathily as he dramatically yelps, then burying his head into your stomach. “Don’t say things like that.” 

He groans, the vibration of his voice tickling your skin. Your fingers return to his hair, scratching lightly over his scalp — it makes you giggle how he immediately leans into the touch, practically purring. 

“Pleaseee~?” Satoru begs, flashing you his signature puppy eyes again in the hopes that it would break you down enough to say ‘yes’ to his one request. 

(In truth, he was making it seem like this was his last request before he would surrender to the skeletal hands of Death.) 

“Are you sure that you want me to sit on your face?” you raise your eyebrow. The expression that Satoru wears is comical — his eyebrows flattened and his eyes narrowed in the most ‘Are you kidding me?’ look that you had ever seen. 

And that’s what brought you here. 

On top of Satoru’s nose. 

Rocking your hips against him as you desperately chased an orgasm that was right there.  

The lewd sounds of Satoru slurping up every bit of what you offer him only makes the coil in your stomach tighten. His tongue is buried in your heat, greedily licking up every last bit of your essence and moaning against you.  

You brace yourself on your palms, hands on either side of Satoru’s head with your fingers curling up the sheets. You throw your head back, moaning out in such a pornographic way that Satoru genuinely thought he had cum in his pants (he didn’t … yet).  

His tongue moves upward, lips latching onto your clit as he roughly sucks on the sensitive bundle of nerves, holding your hips steady as you begin to lose your balance on top of him.  

“C’mon pretty girl, wan’ you to cum on my tongue,” Satoru murmurs against you, the vibrato of his voice sending a delicious shiver up your spine. 

You glance down, the coil in your stomach nearly snapping at the mere sight of Satoru’s eyes peering up at you, pupils lust blown from the position that you were currently in.  

A broken moan falls from your lips as you rock your hips against his face, clit just barely rubbing against the tip of his nose. “‘toru!” 

The lewd sound of Satoru gulping down all your pussy offers him is the answer that you receive — that which finally pushes you completely over the edge.  

Your body stutters, nearly losing your balance. Satoru’s hands grab at the skin of your thighs, fingers digging into the supple flesh and leaving behind small crescent marks from his nails.  

His tongue works you through your orgasm, tongue kitten-licking your clit until you’re convulsing on the verge of overstimulation. Your chest rises and falls in whiny pants, body trying to lift itself from Satoru’s mouth — but he continues his relentless actions.  

Your fingers tangle themselves into his hair, nails grazing against his scalp and tugging upward on the strands. Satoru groans against you, the vibration keeping you teetering on the edge of another orgasm. You tug your bottom lip up between your teeth, biting down into the flesh and swallowing another moan as it rises in your throat.  

Finally, after one last tug to his hair, Satoru lets you fall back against the bed, chest rising and falling as you attempt to catch your breath. He turns his head, grinning at you with that same shit-eating grin that he always wore in situations where he was proven right.  

"See, nothing bad happened!" Satoru grins as he tugs you into his arms, pressing chaste kisses against your neck as you lean into him, nose tucking into the crook of his neck.  

You hum in response, eyes already fluttering shut as exhaustion begins to seep into your bones. Satoru only chuckles to himself, squeezing you tighter against him and pressing a lingering kiss to your hairline. He glances down at your sleepy face, smiling to himself as he cards his fingers through your hair, nails scraping against your scalp.  

"So can we do it again?" 

"'toru!" 

TRACK 00 - WHEN WORLDS COLLIDE

⤷ feat. y/n, gojo, nanami, utahime, and many more

a/n : this chapter's a little bit of the back story but the good action will come next, I promise!

<previous track masterlist next track>

gojo toyed with the flip phone on one hand while his other held his glasses up on his forehead. the wind was still as if anticipating which student would make the first big move.

from his spot, gojo could sense figures moving all around him. the second years spread across the Northern side of the property, taking in their surroundings. shoko was inching closer to Kyoto Tech's base. geto was just a few hundred meters away, exorcising a Grade 2 curse.

when the principal announced the first day of the Goodwill Event will be a 'capture the flag' game, Gojo was ecstatic. finally, he was able to show up the extent of his abilities. he may even use hollow purple in public for the first time. but instead, he was stationed near Tokyo Tech's flag to guard it.

"gojo-san's six eyes make him the perfect candidate to be defense," nanami had said.

gojo was aware his kouhai didn't think so highly of him but to keep him stationed while intense action was happening so close to him was a new low. to make matters worse, his fellow third years merely snorted at his reaction and agreed with nanami.

so there he was, leaning against a tree. he gazed up at the birds flying and internally cursed them for having more fun than he was. he pulled down his glasses and started humming.

stars shining bright above you

he started strolling, barely keeping track of his team's movements.

night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"

gojo crouched down to put his fingers into a stream nearby, and started to sing now

birds singing in the sycamore tree

he made sure to be as quiet as he can, voice barely above a whisper. his ears vaguely registered a new voice joining his impromptu karaoke session.

dream a little dream of me

he could hear the smugness in the voice as it grew louder and closer until it finally came from right above him.

say nightie-night and kiss me

there was a gasp as he was knocked in the head with the back of your cursed blade. gojo fell on his side as his hands come up to clutch his head.

"sorry," you whispered with a grimace, then immediately resumed singing.

your voice was sweet, and carried through the air and into gojo's ear. he felt himself get lost in it as his eyes started to drift close. a blanket of ease wrapped around him the more he basked in your singing.

for the first time in a long time, gojo was beat. he couldn't do anything while you snatched the Tokyo Tech flag and disappeared into the woods.

TAGLIST (OPEN)

@kay-n-tsumtsum @suhweetdreams @blkladyelle

© ALL WORKS BELONG TO @adxnosine. REBLOGGING IS APPRECIATED BUT DO NOT REPOST, EDIT OR PLAGIARISE ON ANY SOCIAL MEDIA PLATFORMS.

TRACK 00 - WHEN WORLDS COLLIDE

⤷ feat. y/n, gojo, nanami, utahime, and many more

a/n : this chapter's a little bit of the back story but the good action will come next, I promise!

<previous track masterlist next track>

gojo toyed with the flip phone on one hand while his other held his glasses up on his forehead. the wind was still as if anticipating which student would make the first big move.

from his spot, gojo could sense figures moving all around him. the second years spread across the Northern side of the property, taking in their surroundings. shoko was inching closer to Kyoto Tech's base. geto was just a few hundred meters away, exorcising a Grade 2 curse.

when the principal announced the first day of the Goodwill Event will be a 'capture the flag' game, Gojo was ecstatic. finally, he was able to show up the extent of his abilities. he may even use hollow purple in public for the first time. but instead, he was stationed near Tokyo Tech's flag to guard it.

"gojo-san's six eyes make him the perfect candidate to be defense," nanami had said.

gojo was aware his kouhai didn't think so highly of him but to keep him stationed while intense action was happening so close to him was a new low. to make matters worse, his fellow third years merely snorted at his reaction and agreed with nanami.

so there he was, leaning against a tree. he gazed up at the birds flying and internally cursed them for having more fun than he was. he pulled down his glasses and started humming.

stars shining bright above you

he started strolling, barely keeping track of his team's movements.

night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"

gojo crouched down to put his fingers into a stream nearby, and started to sing now

birds singing in the sycamore tree

he made sure to be as quiet as he can, voice barely above a whisper. his ears vaguely registered a new voice joining his impromptu karaoke session.

dream a little dream of me

he could hear the smugness in the voice as it grew louder and closer until it finally came from right above him.

say nightie-night and kiss me

there was a gasp as he was knocked in the head with the back of your cursed blade. gojo fell on his side as his hands come up to clutch his head.

"sorry," you whispered with a grimace, then immediately resumed singing.

your voice was sweet, and carried through the air and into gojo's ear. he felt himself get lost in it as his eyes started to drift close. a blanket of ease wrapped around him the more he basked in your singing.

for the first time in a long time, gojo was beat. he couldn't do anything while you snatched the Tokyo Tech flag and disappeared into the woods.

TAGLIST (OPEN)

@kay-n-tsumtsum @suhweetdreams @blkladyelle

© ALL WORKS BELONG TO @adxnosine. REBLOGGING IS APPRECIATED BUT DO NOT REPOST, EDIT OR PLAGIARISE ON ANY SOCIAL MEDIA PLATFORMS.

TRACK 00 - WHEN WORLDS COLLIDE

⤷ feat. y/n, gojo, nanami, utahime, and many more

a/n : this chapter's a little bit of the back story but the good action will come next, I promise!

<previous track masterlist next track>

gojo toyed with the flip phone on one hand while his other held his glasses up on his forehead. the wind was still as if anticipating which student would make the first big move.

from his spot, gojo could sense figures moving all around him. the second years spread across the Northern side of the property, taking in their surroundings. shoko was inching closer to Kyoto Tech's base. geto was just a few hundred meters away, exorcising a Grade 2 curse.

when the principal announced the first day of the Goodwill Event will be a 'capture the flag' game, Gojo was ecstatic. finally, he was able to show up the extent of his abilities. he may even use hollow purple in public for the first time. but instead, he was stationed near Tokyo Tech's flag to guard it.

"gojo-san's six eyes make him the perfect candidate to be defense," nanami had said.

gojo was aware his kouhai didn't think so highly of him but to keep him stationed while intense action was happening so close to him was a new low. to make matters worse, his fellow third years merely snorted at his reaction and agreed with nanami.

so there he was, leaning against a tree. he gazed up at the birds flying and internally cursed them for having more fun than he was. he pulled down his glasses and started humming.

stars shining bright above you

he started strolling, barely keeping track of his team's movements.

night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"

gojo crouched down to put his fingers into a stream nearby, and started to sing now

birds singing in the sycamore tree

he made sure to be as quiet as he can, voice barely above a whisper. his ears vaguely registered a new voice joining his impromptu karaoke session.

dream a little dream of me

he could hear the smugness in the voice as it grew louder and closer until it finally came from right above him.

say nightie-night and kiss me

there was a gasp as he was knocked in the head with the back of your cursed blade. gojo fell on his side as his hands come up to clutch his head.

"sorry," you whispered with a grimace, then immediately resumed singing.

your voice was sweet, and carried through the air and into gojo's ear. he felt himself get lost in it as his eyes started to drift close. a blanket of ease wrapped around him the more he basked in your singing.

for the first time in a long time, gojo was beat. he couldn't do anything while you snatched the Tokyo Tech flag and disappeared into the woods.

TAGLIST (OPEN)

@kay-n-tsumtsum @suhweetdreams @blkladyelle

© ALL WORKS BELONG TO @adxnosine. REBLOGGING IS APPRECIATED BUT DO NOT REPOST, EDIT OR PLAGIARISE ON ANY SOCIAL MEDIA PLATFORMS.

You as a milf and Gojo as your son’s friend. 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

He’s always so flirty with you and you just brush it off because you found it cute really. The way he would send constant smirks and winks your way, leaving your son and the rest of their friends upstairs only to be in the kitchen with you. Using his usual excuse of, “if you won’t help out your mom i will.”

His hands accidentally brushing way too close to your ass which looked so damn delicious in those tight fucking pants. You couldn’t deny the attraction you felt towards the white haired boy. But you were old enough to be his mother.. and he was one of your son’s closest friends.

You ignored the tingling in your stomach when you felt him creep up behind you as you bent over. His body bending to fit against yours and his hot breath fanning over your ear. “You know miss l/n.. we’d be perfect together. I may be young but i have everything to satisfy you right—” grinding his hips up into you, “here.”

“S-satoru.. you know that that’s not possible.”

“Why, hmm? I know you want me.” he smirked, kissing down your neck softly.

“No, i don’t. This is wrong.”

A lie. You did want him.

“Are you sure about that?”

“Yes.”

“Well.. i guess you won’t feel anything if i did this.”

Gojo turned you around by your waist swiftly, his lips connecting with yours while his hands roamed down your body, settling on the plush underside of your ass.

Your hands rested on his hard chest with the intention of pushing him away. Instead finding yourself letting out a satisfied moan, your fingers gripping at his shirt as he groped your soft flesh.

“Fuck what am i doing, i said this was wrong.” you said sternly to yourself, giving him one last glance before you walked out of the kitchen. Your head bowed in shame with your lip sat between your teeth.

What was wrong with you.

Is what you said over and over in your head as you found yourself bouncing on Gojo’s cock. His hands on your hips and a sadistic grin on his face as he watched you moan and whimper on top of him.

Your son had gone to pick up some food for the group, dragging his other two friends along while Gojo insisted he stayed back. Claiming that he was not feeling up to leaving the house.

“What happened to your morals huh? Thought this was wrong.” he breathed, eyes focused on the bouncing of your massive tits as you moved up and down on his cock. Rolling your hips so that his thick tip grazed along your g spot perfectly.

“Oh God—” you cried out, your stomach tightening as you dug your nails deeper into his pale shoulders. “Satoru.”

“You’re squeezing me so- shit— fucking tight ma.”

You only moaned, your vision blurry as you threw back your head with your mouth agape. His dick no doubt hitting deeper than anyone has ever reached before.

“F-fuck Satoru— you’re so- nngh, you feel so good.”

Gojo groaned loudly when you began needily rocking your hips on his cock, your mewls loud and laced with desperation. Your brain was plagued with thoughts of him. His hands, his voice, his scent.

This was so wrong, and you hated yourself for giving in. But he felt so damn good.

“Would’ve dicked you down ages ago if i knew you wanted me this badly.”

You tugged at his hair with a sultry moan, your body trembling and your eyes rolling back as you approach your high. “Satoru,” you mewled, “i’m so fucking close.”

“Yeah? Gonna cum for me sweetheart? Make a mess all over this young cock that you seem to love so much.” he rasped, his lips parted in hard pants as you clenched down on him. His dick twitching within the wetness of your pussy.

You let out a high pitched cry, back arching as you creamed his cock. Your pussy drenching his thighs.

“There we go. Look at how messy she is for me.” he groaned, leaning forward and capturing your neck in his teeth. Your head rolling to the side to give him room for his marks.

Gojo’s hold on your hips tightened, thrusting his hips roughly up into you as he chased his own orgasm. Lewd sounds of skin against skin echoing the room together with your noises.

“Fuck, what if i got you pregnant and became (your son)’s new daddy.” he chuckled darkly, letting out a chant of curses before easily slipping out of your dripping warmth. Allowing his cum to spill onto your exposed skin. Your lower belly, your pretty pussy lips, your plump thighs.

“So fuckin’ pretty. You sure this wasn’t enough to change your mind?”

You looked at him with half lidded eyes, feeling yourself grow tired as you let your head fall onto his shoulder. “N-no.. this was,” your eyelids fluttered. “..a mistake.”

Gojo only smiled, a wide one. This was only the first time and it most certainly would not be the last. He was serious about being with you. Taking care of you. And he knew that you wanted it too.

Gojo panicked when he heard the front door slam shut, looking down to see your beautiful sleeping form. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

A knock. “Hey mom have you seen Satoru anywhere?”

He was so screwed… but it was so damn worth it.

being a gojo stan and having an oral fixation is hell during ovulation week actually

Satoru making you cum and squirt a lot by just rubbing aggressively at your clit🥰

+ ughhh omg

fem. reader, you squirt, cl!t rubbing, 18+

gojo who‘s so obsessed with playing between your legs— he can‘t help it, not when you make the prettiest sounds and your lips and legs continue to quiver and shake within his hold.

“. . f—fuck, satoru,” you whimpered, and he‘s got your legs spread as you laid against the bed, your tummy puffing in and out as he‘s occupying both big rough hands, one hand pinched near the top part of your clit—

another hand rubbing against your folds, back and forth back and forth, your head is back against the pillow and you‘re so vocal, close again. and it‘s been about the fourth climax gojo easily pulled out of you.

“squirmy aren‘t ‘cha, angel . . ?” gojo jeers with a cocky grin, he smiles at the way your legs are just twitching all because of the stimulation he‘s making. “mhmmm. soooo— nasty and . . wet. promise one more, gimme one more, okay? think you can do that, f’me?”

you whimper— eyes closing before a moan leaves your mouth once you feel gojo lean in towards you cunt to give it a teasing three second suck, he‘s still aggressively rubbing against your sweet sensitive nub.

“i— i‘m . . satoru,” you whine, biting down on your lip. “i can‘t cum anymore i can‘t, you m-made me four times already—”

he chuckles. “was it really four times? i think it was two, silly girl,” your lower lips were so dampened with slick— moistening your boyfriend‘s fingers as he slowly yet vigorously rubbed and maneuvered circles against your poor nub. throbbing— it continued to pulse like a heart beat, and you kept panting.

you wanted more, and him giving you teasing brief second sucks against your pussy was just enough to make you feel release for another time. “my pretty girl can‘t count, that‘s cute.”

you moan again and again, feeling his pace quicken, he‘s rubbing all kinds of shapes against your folds with his hand— and you freeze a bit, before you gush out a little, “f—fuckkk,” you whined, and he made you squirt— again. panting, you stare down at gojo with your tummy cutely heaving.

he‘s got the biggest grin on his pink lips— he loves your reactions, the way you‘re getting off from some stimulation, you‘re making such a mess on gojo‘s fingers and you whine once he makes you cream— squirt— cream, it‘s a constant loop, it repeats and your legs feel like jello by this point.

“baby, you‘re so cute when you squirm,” gojo purrs with a chuckle— bringing a teasing kiss towards your throbbing clit.

it kept pulsing, you had soft breaths leave your mouth, whining as you felt him spread your folded lips— rubbing his soft padded fingers deeper before he moves his mouth towards your pussy again, flicking his tongue real slow against it, he groans a low, “mhmmm,” as he tastes how much of a messy girl you were for him, before you gasp— feeling him insert a finger inside your cunt before a smug grin appears on his face.

“gimme one more, for real this time, ‘kay?”

Karma can you do gojo and mating press? pretty please with a ice cream and Toji on top

fem. reader, unprotected, mdni. a/n: yES bb

imagine gojo asking you one day to try a new position with him. he‘d have the dumbest grin on his face when you said ‘okay,’ and couldn’t wait to try it with you the day afterwards when you came home from a long tiring day from work.

yet— gojo and you were in the infamous mating press position, you‘re underneath him all pretty while he’s on top of you— he’s got your legs sprawled in the air as he‘s bullying himself inside of you, stroke after stroke.

gojo‘s weight is briefly ramming against you and your mouth opens ever so slightly— a tiny whine leaving your mouth from how deep he’s hitting you— he’s reaching you thoroughly in each and every spot to where you can barely even produce coherent words for him to hear.

“sa— satoru, fuckkk…. ‘toru—” you babbled, lips parting and your eyebrows furrowed as your trembly hands gripped onto gojo’s toned arms, you’re coating and decorating his skin with scratch marks— he doesn’t mind, he smiles, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead.

“. . . i knowwww angel,” he huffs out in a short breath, leaning in to give you a warm kiss— you cling onto his arms, sweet little whimpers eliciting from the very back of your throat— each mean smack from gojo‘s waist sends you dizzy, he’s hitting you so deep, your mouth practically waters as your nails dig into his skin. “you’re so…. hah… cute underneath me like this though,” and he lets off a nervous giggle, sitting up to look at you with a coy grin. “how ‘bout i go just a little— deeper.”

all you do is nod your head ferociously, glossed lip that was dampened with spit quavering. “please, more . . . ‘toru.”

“. . . okay,” he says— his voice almost cracks and it’s cute. he’s trying not to crush you, but it’s so cute seeing you all underneath him, your little twisted needy expressions getting him even more harder than he already was. “hold onto me, ‘kay? don’t let go, princess.”

“o—okay…” you whimper, gripping onto gojo’s beefy arms, attached right like it was velcro. it scratched such a good itch in your brain with how balls deep gojo was inside of your soaked tight walls.

smack after smack after smack.

you feel your eyes start to roll way back into your skull as your legs were still reaching towards the air, rubbing against his bare back— gojo could feel the smooth fabric of your long striped stockings, hitting against his skin repeatedly.

“squeezin’ me s-so good, baby,” he grunts, chasing his own breath, gojo looks down at you before leaning into your neck— peppering it with numerous kisses. you moan, a hand holding onto the back of his neck as he softly sucked on your sweet skin, kisses and all.

the bed creaks and creaks as if it was dancing to the sounds of the constant skin slapping that was occurring— you whined once gojo’s ramming himself now, as if his hips had a mind of its own. you’re still holding onto his arms, letting off a cute surprised, “o-oh fuckkk satoru… keep hitting me right there p—please . . . ”

“right there, yeahhh?” he pants, one hand gripping onto your thighs— his voice gets low for a good moment and it’s enough to make you wet right there. he‘s rolling his hips against you— it’s so slow and sensual yet rough and deep, he loves the way your mouth just hangs open— he can’t help but lean in and give you a deep kiss.

you wrap your arms around him as he‘s plowing straight into your— his hips pivot as he hears you squelching around him from below before you end of reaching your peak— gushing and making a mess while gojo‘s still ramming his hips.

“s—satoruuuu,” you babbled, feeling him slow down before coming to a complete stop. he looks down at you with warm eyes, a tiny smirk pressing onto his lips. “oh my g—god.” you choked.

he speaks in a breathy voice, yet there’s still a bit of playfulness to it. “hmmm, angel. how was it? was it too rough for you? heh.”

“it was—” you panted, trying to catch your breath. he finds it so cute, he sneaks a kiss near the side of your mouth. “it was so good i- i loved it…”

“awwwww. knew ya would,” he hums, giving you a kiss on the forehead before you feel gojo pull out suddenly. you stare at him— legs still dumbly sprawled out before gojo gets lower, planting a kiss near your tummy before he‘s right between your legs.

“what are y-you doing?” you glanced at him with drowsy, curious eyes.

“mmm? what does it look like?” gojo purrs in a soft voice— bringing a kiss towards your sweet folds. “wouldn’t want my baby to be a messy girl. i have to be a good boyfriend and clean her up now,” he breathes. “. . with my tongue, heh.”

imagine being fwbs with gojo n in the middle of folding you like a lawn chair he noses at your cheek n goes “hey do u wanna be my girlfriend?”

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩ BEST OF THE BEST — GOJO SATORU.

contents. fwb! satoru, fem! reader, minors do not interact, unprotected sex, mating press, creampie, non canon compliant (suguru and shoko are ur friend group >:( tyvm), very cheesy ending my b, yes i made a reference to this is where you’re weak, right? sue me, petnames (sweetheart, sweet girl, princess, baby)

“bet you were waitin’ for this all day, huh sweetheart?” satoru always has a way with words—a very unique, special, and irritating way with words that routinely manages to get under your skin.

you would scoff—in fact, you would call him quite a colorful variation of words if his thick cock wasn’t pressing comfortably against your sweet spot.

so instead, you gasp a quiet, “f-fuck—right there.”

“yeah, i know,” he chuckles, “this is where you need me, huh? where you’re weak?”

you can’t do anything but whimper at that, hands wrapped tightly around him as they claw into his shoulder. he always wears the marks you leave like a good sport too—shows up to the gym in a tank top that shows them off good and well, right for suguru to see them clear as day. you almost block satoru right on the spot when he sends you a selfie in the mirror, showing off the angry marks with a wink following.

it’s a bit of a predicament, fucking your high school friend and not letting anyone know. the idea of shoko and suguru finding out that every other night, satoru is in your bed as his cum leaks out of your abused cunt is enough to make you nauseous—but never nauseous enough not to open the door for him.

the most unfortunate fact you’ve learned in your life is that satoru knows how to fuck—in fact, he knows how to fuck you well enough that you let him come back. it’s a bit shameful, really, the way you let him knock on your door, the way you open it and let him in, the way you actually fuck him and let him sleep in your bed until the morning.

and then (because he’s an asshole) he wakes up, gives you a sly wink, and murmurs i’ll be back soon, yeah? keep that bed warm for me, sweetheart.

“c-close, toru—‘m gonna….gonna—”

“gonna what? cum? already? barely even fucked you yet,” he hums, hooking your leg over his shoulder before all but pressing you in half. you mewl at the way his tip brushes past your folds and splits you in half—deeper this time with the new position. “look at that,” he coos, staring down at the way his cock slips in and out of you, “takin’ me so well, sweet girl. i think you can go a bit longer, don’t you?”

“m-more, more—need—”

“i know, i know,” he grins, “need me to fuck you dumb, don’t you? don’t worry, princess. i’ll give you more.”

his hips snap into you, pelvis rocking against yours as his pre cum and your slick mix, making a mess between your bodies as it coats your skin. you gasp, pulling satoru closer as his head falls to tuck into your shoulder, his labored breaths fanning against the shell of your ear.

“‘s good,” you whine, “f-feels good, toru.”

“yeah? feel that? squeezin’ me so tight, i can barely move,” he groans, letting out a sweet, low sound into your ear that has your spine shivering—you think you could come undone from that, from the sounds he makes as your walls flutter around him.

you think everything about satoru is enough to send you over the edge, from the sound of his voice to that pretty face of his when he spills into you.

you know he’s close—you can feel the slight twitch of his cock as his pace gets sloppier, as his thumb finds your clit and rubs desperate circles into the sensitive nerves, as he practically presses your knees to your shoulders and bullies his throbbing cock deep into your dripping cunt. and you’re close too, head spinning as your eyes flutter shut and your lips part with a broken wail.

“c-close—‘gonna cum, toru,” you gasp, voice coming in labored pants as his breath hitches.

you look perfect like this—like you’re his, like your body was made for him to touch in sinful ways, like it was his cock that was always supposed to fit into you and make you fall apart. his hand grabs yours, and without thinking, both of your fingers interlace.

“baby,” he hums, his nose pressing into your cheek as he kisses the skin softly, “‘m gonna make you mine, yeah? wanna be my girlfriend? my sweet girl? you want it, right?”

you should be shocked—you should stop and ask him what he means, what he’s playing at, what he thinks he’s doing toying with your mind.

instead, you gasp, pulling him closer as your walls spasm around him, back arching and eyes rolling back as the coil in your belly snaps and you cum. hard. harder than he’s ever made you before. does the idea of being his really do that to you? does the idea of being his sweet, precious girl outside of your bed at night really send you hurdling over the edge like that?

evidently, it does—and your high sends him right into his own. like he needs you to fall apart so he can too, like the way he knows you feel good makes him feel good too. maybe he does want you, maybe it’s not a sick joke. the way his voice cracks with a strained call of your name certainly says as much—the way his hand tightens its grip on yours, the way his hips rut desperately as he presses impossibly closer, the way he presses hot, scattered kisses along your cheek and jaw as he groans through his release.

it’s messy. it’s filthy. it’s downright dirty the way satoru fucks his cum into you, letting it drip down your thighs and mark your skin—but it feels like being his.

you think you might want that.

he’s gentle when he finishes—carefully unhooks your legs from his shoulders before running a hand along your thigh and squeezing as he observes the cum dripping between your legs. you huff when he collapses over you, glaring at him as his weight presses onto your form.

“you’re heavy,” you grunt, smacking at his shoulder.

he hums, nose pressing to your jaw as he kisses it. “not moving till you answer me.”

“satoru, don’t joke about—”

“how rude,” he gasps, “you think i would joke while i’m balls deep in—”

“oh my god,” you groan, covering your face with your hands, “please stop talking.”

he grins, chuckling as he shuffles up to bury his face into your neck, pressing a gentle kiss to the skin. “you don’t wanna be my girlfriend? that’s gonna hurt my feelings, y’know.”

satoru has always been like that, wearing an easy grin and plastering that playfulness on like a second skin. you can hear it though—the slight unease in his voice. you can’t fathom letting everyone know that sometimes, you let satoru fuck you…but maybe knowing that sometimes, you hold hands, and maybe kiss, and perhaps snuggle on the couch, and potentially even share a bed to sleep, not just fuck, but sleep—maybe they can know that. 

that doesn’t sound so bad. 

“that depends,” you hum, pretending to think, “how good at being a boyfriend are you?”

“excellent,” he plays along, “best of the best.”

“that’s just big talk. you could be lying for all i know,” you point out—but your fingers slip into his hair, twirling the sweaty strands along your fingers. 

“well, you’ll just have to let me prove i’m a good boyfriend—so that means i have to be your boyfriend. sorry, it’s the only way.”

if satoru hears the giggle you try to hide as you sigh exaggeratedly, he doesn’t mention it, lips pulling into a giddy smile as he pulls his head out of your neck and presses his forehead to yours. your hands cup his cheeks, squeezing gently.

“i guess if this is the only way,” you shake your head theatrically, “you can be my boyfriend. for now.”

“i’m grateful,” he snorts—and then there’s a peck to your lips. one, two, three gentle kisses before he presses a lingering one. it’s sweet, and slow, and just a bit needy as he presses deeper into you. “now i can tell suguru the scratches on my back are yours. he’s been asking a lot.”

leave it to satoru to speak and ruin the moment just by opening his mouth.

“satoru,” you hiss, throwing him a sharp look, “i think you’d be a better boyfriend when your mouth is shut.”

“then i can’t kiss you,” he gasps, “that’s the best part of being my girlfriend.”

and just to prove it, he kisses you again—and maybe, although you hate to admit it, he’s right. it is the best part. 

i wanna be his girlfriend :(

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. 

𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐖 | JUJUTSU KAISEN

— toji fushiguro, gojo satoru + fem!reader.

mdni. breeding, pussydrunk gojo.

TOJI

"about fuckin' time" truth to be told, Toji is the one who has been bothering you nonstop about going raw, his first worries to get you pregnant slowly fading when he thinks about how tight your cunt must feel around his bare cock.

and he teases nonstop, "think you can handle me raw, angel?" a self defense method to make you look desperate when he's the one to clench his jaw when pushing into your wet pussy, brows furrowed and sweat dripping down onto your collarbones where he's leaning against. his hands are most definitely leaving prints on your waist where he holds onto for dear life once he's bottomed out, rutting into your cunt with huffed groans. "t-toji...!" you babble his name sloppily, toes curling at every vein and ridge rubbing against your sensitive walls, inching you into orgasming faster.

he's mean and rough, fucking into you like possessed, molding your insides to the shape of his cock so you won't be able to get off by anyone else than him, while at the same time marking your insides with creamy precum.

"gonna cum inside this pretty pussy, and you'll take it all like a good girl" he growls, open mouthed pants leaving his lips in sync with the moans and whines that came from you, almost matching the squelch your thighs produce when his own slam against. you're so full just from cock, but Toji will make sure you're stuffed with his cum as well.

SATORU

all remaining cockiness that could have been left in Satoru's body was quick to leave once the tip of his already drooling cock slid past your folds. "holy shit...!" he whines, truly fucking raw was supposed to feel good, but not this good.

seconds pass and he's already panting and rutting into your cunt like a dog in heat, trying to reach as deep as possible before pounding into you, "feel'so good" he slurs, eyes closed and jaw slacked, and if you thought Satoru was a talker during sex, you just had to wait and see him while going raw, he never shuts up, praising you for being so perfect for him, for taking his cock so fucking well.

"c-cant stop...!" he moans, unable to control the speed he's going at even though you ask him to slow down, but you're so wet n' tight, clenching around him whenever his hips jerk back, as if begging not to let go. "gonna fuck you like this forever" addicted to your pussy and edging himself in an attempt to make this surreal experience last longer, but once his balls begin to clench and his tip to mess your walls with precum, Satoru can't help and slide his fingers across your puffed clit, a pained gasp getting ripped out of his lips once you flutter and cum around his cock, his own orgasm triggering as you squeeze him for all he's worth, yet his hips continue to give tiny trusts into your cunt, pulling out fully before shoving it back with his cockhead, you're so pretty, so ethereal he needs to fuck you again.

Phew!

GET A LITTLE LOUD. I DON’T MIND.

—WITH GOJO SATORU

REMEMBER: THE CLASSROOMS AT JUJUTSU HIGH AREN’T EXACTLY SOUNDPROOF…

content: teacher!gojo, teacher!reader, husband!gojo, smut, unprotected sex, p in v, semi-public sex, against the wall, over the desk, creampie, gagging, panty-theft, use of names slut and whore, not proofread

notes: i’m back this is crazyyyy!! i literally wrote every other day and thought about posting but i never finished anything and then all of a sudden it’s been years :O and im back w gojo brainrot. p.s. obi content is still coming but u just gotta be patient sorry i literally am so rusty

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“toru! they’re gonna hear you, not me!” you worried your words wouldn’t get past the lewd sounds gojo was making as he rammed his dick in and out of your pussy. he did all this while holding you against the wall of the classroom— where anyone could come in.

“oh, i’m not worried about getting us caught” each of his words was let out between harsh moans, breath heavy as he kept his open mouth pressed against your neck. so he did hear your concern, it just made absolutely no difference to him. there wasn’t even a stutter in his pace, set hard and fast as soon as he slipped inside you only a bit ago.

“then why’re you covering my mouth?” one of his large hands smothered the entire bottom half of your face, but you managed to squeeze your words through the small sliver of space between gojos long fingers just like before.

“because i can actually stop myself from screaming. can you?” he was taunting you, sure, but the truth in it had you blushing. you were a little embarrassed of how easy it was to get a sound out of you. it was hard for you to keep everything in when you were naturally so vocal, and it only got harder the closer you were to coming. satoru always loved the moment he could see your conscious efforts to stay quiet become entirely abandoned in pleasure. once you couldn’t hold back, neither did he, fucking you as hard as he could, until he wrung out every little praise, and whimper, from your pretty throat. when you couldn’t help but shout his name for everyone to hear was his favorite, and he hated having to smother all the noises that always turned him into a horny teenager. he didn’t hold back his own grunts and groans though, letting them out freely in the classroom, which you didn’t think was very fair.

“that’s n-aah!” you couldn’t help but prove him right, a high-pitched moan jumping from your throat when he lifted you up, only to slam you back down where he was waiting to meet your hips a particularly eager thrust of his own.

“mhmm there it is.” he gave a smug little laugh that was always so familiar coming from him. satisfied that he had proven his point, he went back to making sure you kept quiet. instead of using his hands to muffle you this time, he smothered them with his own deep groan through a passionate kiss.

it didn’t help your case that your only response was an increasingly dazed look in your eyes. he clapped a large hand over your mouth again as you clung to him for dear life. your nails scraped at the back of his expensive dress shirt, feeling the muscles of his back react to the sensation. you raked them up to the softly shaved snow on his nape, pushing another groan out of him. only one of satoru’s hands were free, but he was doing the work for both of them. sometimes my husband was gentle and soft during sex, and this was not one of those times. there was nothing sweet about how he groped your ass, gripping and kneading at the skin harshly. every so often one of his fingers brushed against your unoccupied hole while his palms spread your ass slightly.

gravity had you feeling like he was fucking his cock into you well past your pussy. you felt a pleasurable shock each time he hit that perfect spot, shooting up your body. how could it not feel that good with the way you met him with every bounce on his pretty cock. you both got closer and closer, but not quite there. you knew from the beginning that would be short, but you two couldn’t resist a quickie. honestly, you couldn’t resist any opportunity to fuck.

the truth is, he meant it when he said he really didn’t care about being caught from all the noise, but he also didn’t like that getting caught meant having to stop before he could make you finish.

even deeper than that desire, the one he didn’t want to admit just yet, was his possessive need. satoru wanted to keep those pretty little screams all to himself. he figured that he was the one helping you make them, he should be the one who decides that only he gets to hear them. people could still know just who was claiming you by his own pornographic professions of pleasure. Maybe he would let you cry out in the end to reward you, if only because he wanted to hear you say his name like you always did.

to get you there, he was going to have to go just a little harder to push you over the edge. chasing both of your highs, he used all that famous speed of his to switch positions and bend you over the desk. it all happened so fast that even if he slipped out, you didn’t feel it.

the new angle already allowed him to go deeper, but it also allowed you to arch your back. satoru didn’t moan, he whined at the sight. he always loved seeing just how far you’d bend for him— literally. it made his cock throb inside of you, the blood pulsing through the veins along his shaft that were making each drag against your walls take you closer to heaven.

still muting you but no longer having to hold you up, he used a free hand to bully your clit as well as your hole. there was so much sap dripping down from your pussy, making the noise that rang out everytime your ass and his hips met even more vulgar. he easily gathered up some of the wet mix of both your juice and his precum on two of his fingers removing his hand from your mouth only to shove his fingers in instead.

“mmm fuck baby, taste yourself. taste us.” you gagged on them, the choking sound canceling out the much louder whines you were about to make.

he desperately tore off his blindfold, shoving it in your mouth as a gag and telling you to play with your pussy. even before his hand could grip your hips though, you were already meeting his thrusts.

he gripped your hips with his large hands, squeezing your body beneath him, “oh shit. yeah yeah please. keep slamming that ass back on me princess.” he grit his teeth, feeling you tighten around him. you went from throbbing to squeezing him like a vice as your orgasm suddenly shocked through you. you shook, your knees knocking a bit as you used your last bit of strength to push back on him, feeling as much of his cock as you could while you creamed on it. your eyes rolled back almost like they were compensating for the screams you couldn’t let out.

as sensitive as you were, satoru wasn’t done yet.

“so so close, hold out princess.”

the gag slipped from your slacked jaw, but you bit your lip to stop any noise that came from the sensitivity. you nodded and satoru petted your head and smiled. with just your lip to stop you from making noise and you so close to coming, satoru didn’t give a shit about volume anymore. you were about to let out some of the sluttiest moans like you always do when you come, and he wasn’t gonna miss them for anyone. “You know what? get a little loud. i don’t mind,” just before ramming in so hard that he knocked over the desk. the last of your moans morphed into a panicked scream, mingled with the crash and bang of the desk falling, along with all the objects on it. you were nearly one of those things if satoru hadn’t tightly gripped your hips and your neck, keeping you fused together. so much was happening, but he made sure that you were right where you needed to be for him to pour all his cum inside you. it seemed that after everything, your voice couldn’t handle much more than a little whimper when you felt all his hot, thick cum filling you up. you always tightened your legs out of instinct to hold it all in, and it also helped you keep standing as he shuddered, letting a long stream of broken groans and eventually whimpers just by your ear. he wanted so badly to take his time watching his cum drip out of your hole just to gather every drop not inside you on his fingers and shove it back in. you always begged for his cum huh? he’d be a bad husband if he didn’t give you all of it.

shit. his mind cleared he assessed the damage less than a moment after. even with all this shit on the floor, at least he didn’t add his cum to it he thought. still, the biggest mess was between your legs, and he couldn’t help but feel a little proud about the two of you.

he immediately picked you up like a ragdoll and sat you down on a desk. you still felt your tongue threaten to kill out but you threw a leg over his shoulder out of instinct, giving him access between your legs to clean up the slick that covered your sex and thighs with his blindfold. it was already covered in spit anyway.

“fuck. someone definitely heard that” he murmured during his rush

“who’s fault now huh—“ you were cut off by him yanking you forward to button your shirt. you were both so relieved that you still had your skirt and he still had his pants on. while he fumbled with your clothes you zipped up his pants and buckled his belt. gojo had just finished the very important task of checking to make sure no cum was leaking past your panties before yuuji came bursting through the door. you immediately hopped off the desk and smoothed down your hair and your skirt, while gojo tried to pass off his ruffled hair by acting like he’d been running his hand through it.

“hey, are you guys ok? we thought we heard something crash.” yuuji eyes darted to the desk on the floor, completely missing the raging blush on gojos face and the slight wobble in your knees. he opened his mouth to ask only to be shoved through the door when nobara came in hot behind him.

“hey! i thought we were all gonna check it out!” she scolded him with her whines.

“not my fault you’re slow!”

“check out what?” megumi strolled in, looking as nonchalant about the whole thing as he could be, in great contrast to his best friends.

“students!” you turned to satoru as he addressed them enthusiastically, “your teachers were just training and made a bit of a mess.” wow. that excuse just…well it sucks. you almost wanted to roll your eyes but had to do a double take. where did he get his glasses from? when did he put them on? leave it to gojo to keep his accessories on hand. it did help distract from how puffy and pink his lips were as he spoke.

“you were fighting in here?” yuuji tilted his head in question. combined with his big brown eyes, his actions had him looking like a puppy.

“it was impromptu.” you bolstered gojos excuse while trying not to cringe at how bad it was to begin with.

“ooh were you like couple fighting?” nobara jumped in with her question. it seemed she was way too intrigued by the prospect of drama to question how much sense it actually made, and you had absolutely no objections to that right now.

“wait things can get that heated to where you battle??” oh yuuji. he asked as if nobara knew all there was to know about the subject.

“no, no!” you waved your hands frantically, only to be completely tuned out once the two kids entered the mode of conspiracy. they talked lowly but didn’t whisper, as if you couldn’t hear them literally talking about you five feet away.

“i mean they totally look like they got into it.” nobaras chin was between her thumb and pointer finger while her eyes narrowed in inspection, yuuji mimicking her actions. after a second of tapping her cheek, she pointed directly at her sensei, making you and satoru almost jump a little bit. wow you had to get a hold of yourself. “no offense, but you should probably fix your hair.” nobara stated bluntly. gojo pouted. you thought he was adorable but also made a note to compliment his hair later.

megumi had been silent, not even really looking at you or the mess. his eyes just wandered the walls until it seemed like something clicked in his braim. his eyes darted back and forth between you and gojo. suddenly rolling his eyes letting out an exasperated “oh my god,” megumi just dragged a hand over his eyes and his face. he wasted no time turning around and walking away, seeming absolutely done with you two.

he caught nobaras curiosity and shd him down out the door and down the hall where you could hear her calling out “hey! hey, fushiguro come back!”

“hey wait what’s he talking about.” yuuji looked increasingly confused as he followed suit.

you almost slumped in relief you were so tired and you had to put effort into standing straight and not just falling into gojo. he looked at your relieved and tired face with a goofy smile. that smile. it disappeared as soon as you started slapping his arm.

“sa-to-ru!” a slap accompanied each syllable. “that was the worst excuse ever! there’s no way they’re not going to figure it out!” your hands kept slapping his bicep, but were just as quick to wrap around it right after. you pressed your cheek against the expensive cotton sleeve as you hugged his arm tightly and pouted just like he did as you looked up.

“c’mon let’s be real here, megumi would rather die than discuss our sex life with his friends. plus, we’re married, princess. i’m pretty sure a husband fucking his wife is like, the least surprising thing ever.” he rolled his eyes as he turned to wrap his arms around your waist, your hands resting on his chest.

“what about itadori? i’d hate for that kid to lose his innocence,”

“innocent? that kid is a self-proclaimed ass man.” taking advantage of the subject, one of satorus own hands came to rest on your ass. you quirked a brow but he pretended not to see your face and just continued, “i also saw a pinup poster in his room,”

“wait, really?” you stopped and shook your head a bit, like it would help you refocus on what you remembered you were talking about, “oh but still, toru, i know they know we have sex but—“

“but what?” he sighed, waiting for your most definitely poor reasoning.

“i don’t know, just” you started blushing and he knew that little embarrassed look. he knew you always liked to play the good girl, to hold on to your pride. if it didn’t make for such a fun game he’d say it’s a total waste of time knowing, without fail, he’d have you on his leash in minutes (literally or metaphorically depending on what your setting allowed). a single long finger tilted your chin up, his face suddenly so close to yours.

“oh you’re not worried about them finding out about my wife being fucked, you're worried about them finding out that she likes to be fucked like a slut.” such crude words came out in delicate breaths that fanned across your face.

“no!” your voice died out instantly when he pulled you a little closer again, your noses now touching instead of just your breath.

“hard enough for the desk to fall and loud enough to scream.” you had had sex minutes ago, and even worse, had almost gotten caught, and yet he was saying and doing everything to make your pussy throb all over again. you were always so easy for him to play with, never offering any real objections despite your attitude. “yeah? you don’t want them to know how desperate you are, how you just couldn’t keep your legs closed until we got home? because that’s all you want, isn’t it.” he whispered in your ear, your eyes fluttering back with chills. the sensation of him placing kisses on your neck brought you back to your senses once again.

“please, as if you didn’t run around the whole school just to say you needed ‘help’”

“and you’re suchhhh a good little helper for me, baby,”, he went to kiss you on the mouth you returned it, but as soon as he deepened it, you pushed him away and he had the audacity to look hurt. you were getting whiplash from having to repeatedly pull yourself together just to fall right into his hands again.

“you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me. i swear we almost got caught there’s no way we can go another round. you’re insatiable gojo satoru.”

“mhmm, we both are, mrs. gojo satoru.” he tapped your nose before lowering his voice once again. “so, how bout i take these panties, and we go home when my cum is about to leak past your skirt, huh?”

“fine. deal.” you huffed, but spread your legs quickly. he went on one knee to pull your panties down, enjoying the picture of your pussy and leaving a kiss on your clit which made you hiss, before he had the fabric dropping to your ankles. you stepped out of them and he swiftly pocketed them.

“i love my wifey so much!” he stood up and kissed you with a cute smile as if he hadn’t just shove your panties down his pants.

“that’s good because love you too toru,” you said softly, hands clasped behind your back and rocking back and forth on your heels with a lovesick look like a schoolgirl. honestly, he never stopped making you feel like one.

“aww so sweet.” he tucked a hair behind your hair, sending butterflies past your stomach and to your whole body, but you just knew that wasn’t all. “who woulda thought you were such a whore?” ah, theres your satoru.

“only for you” you patted his cheek jokingly, but he just groaned with his whole body. he had to do things in the most dramatic way possible of course.

“ugh. baby, you can’t just say things like that and then—“

you pushed him off, leaving him, arms still stretched out reaching for you, even after you walked out the door. he looked at the clock before deciding it was max 30 minutes before you asked to go home. you came back in 10.

— bonus:

“well i mean the honeymoon stage is like that, although it’s annoying and gross.” nobara shrugged while still stirring her boba.

“they’ve been married for 7 years. dated for 10.” megumi responded quietly, nobara consequently spewing her drink.

“no way! they act all starry-eyed and all that stuff still.” yuujis own eyes opened wider in surprise

“yeah that’s what i thought too!” it helped nobara that even yuuji had the same idea too. “ugh now that i know they’re just like that it’s kinda gross.”

“wait megumi if they’ve dated for 10 years, you lived with both of them at the same time, right?” both of megumis friends leaned closer to him, eager to hear where yuujis question went, but he didn't even look at them.

“yeah what about it,” he said as nonchalantly as ever. this was a topic he had always made a point never to dwell on.

“so you had to have heard—“

“okay, that’s enough. we’re never talking about this again.” ideas like yuujis were the exact reason why megumi refused to feel his interest. ideas like yuujis made him want to die from remembering just how many times he accidentally heard the two of you…daily.

“yeah gross, good idea.”

“um yeah, you’re right, don’t answer that actually.”

You are in Love

Pairing- Gojo Satoru x fem!Reader

Summary- The three times he realised he loved you, and the one time he said it. Inspired by You are in Love (Taylor’s Version) by Taylor Swift.

Warnings- Its just fluff, a little angst if you squint? SATORU IS WHIPPED (hes so cute😭), best friends to lovers romance, Shoko and Suguru playing cupids, whipped satoru (yes this warning again), swearing (its only one word but still), no curses!au, modern!au, my poor english :p

Word Count- 3.5k words

A/N- Whenever I listen to Taylor, either this guy or his best friend pop up in my head. Like the amount of times I think about them is so insane and I can’t help it anymore. Anyways, here’s another songfic (is this even a surprise atp?) based on another Taylor’s song coz i love that woman so much. Alsoooo it’s my birthday today! And what is better than writing a fic abt your man on your birthday? So I hope y’all enjoy this little birthday gift from me!

The first time Satoru realised he loved you was when you were in college together. It was the last day of the semester before everyone bid farewell to each other and went home for the holiday season. You and him were walking along one pathway coming back from your Christmas shopping, snow falling softly around everyone’s body, and a chill in the air that made everyone want to snuggle up beside the fireplace in their houses.

Suguru and Shoko had joined you both too but then excused themselves to leave you two alone, hoping that the romantic ambiance of the holiday season would finally give Satoru the confidence to tell you how he felt.

To say he was a nervous wreck was an understanding. He had spent the whole afternoon talking to himself in the mirror, practicing what he would say so that he won't stumble on his words and ruin the moment.

He didn't have a problem talking to you as he normally does; you were his best friend after all, like Suguru and Shoko, but once he tries to tell you that you make his heart beat faster, make butterflies flood his stomach, it makes him lose all his senses. Suguru had to drag him out of his room, complaining about waiting for 'thirty fucking minutes' already.

Eventually, he met you and Shoko at the front gate of his house and walked with you towards the mall. The entire day, he felt so jittery, like he couldn’t stay still. You remained oblivious to the fact that Satoru was about ready to burst from the inside from how nervous he was.

Suguru and Shoko, on the other hand, couldn’t contain their laughter. By the time the sky began to fade into the night sky, Suguru and Shoko decided that now was as good of a time than ever and made up an excuse to leave the two of you alone. 

Now here you were, walking beside Satoru, bundled up in your white scarf, and the cutest red blush on the tip of your nose. You readjusted your beanie, looking up at him to start conversation. Satoru felt his words get stuck in his throat, unable to remember how to speak with you staring up at him with the twinkle of oblivion in your eye.

"Toru?" you asked bumping your shoulder with him, noticing his uneasy expressions as you wrapped an arm around yourself to get some warmth as the snow had started to fall little more harshly, "am I that boring that your mind had to drift somewhere else?"

"God no." He blushed, finally able to say something without stumbling. Without thought, he wrapped one of his arm around you, bringing you closer to him. You sighed in content, melting into him and Satoru swore his heart swelled three times its size.

The snow crunched under your boots as you walked up the path. The lights lining the cobblestone street gave a yellow tint to the sight. He walked with you in silence but in his head, he was going over exactly what he wanted to say. This was the perfect time.

The snow falling from the sky, little snowflakes tangled in the strands of your hair. You were pressed up against his chest, so close to him that he could smell your perfume, sweet and addicting. There were no other people around, all too eager to find sanctuary in warmth that their houses brought. It was the perfect time.

He stopped walking, halting you with him. He let you go for a moment, taking a deep breath in and slowly let it out. You watched as the cloud of fog escaped his lips and dispersed into the air. His white hair poked out from under his hoodie, matted on his forehead. Satoru looked down at his wet boots, kicking around snow that pooled around the soles.

Finally, he looked up, taking your two hands into his palms in the process. 

You smiled at the gesture, your heart fluttering in your chest. You looked at him, offering a comforting look as you raised your eyebrows up in suspicion, “What’s up, Toru?”

And just like that, all of the words he worked so hard to conjure up, slipped right out of his mind. When he saw you looking up at him, eyebrows raised, cheeks and nose tinted with a light shade of pink, and your lips plump and red, he realized that there were no words to describe what it was he felt about you.

You watched him in silence, studying the way he gave you a lopsided smile when you tucked a piece of his hair behind his ear. He leaned into your touch, letting out another sigh of relief. 

“Nothing,” he finally spoke, letting go of your hands. He wrapped his arm around you again, hoping you won’t hear the marching of his heart in his chest. “You’re my best friend.”

-

The second time he realised he loved you was when he found you crying on your couch. He had came to check on you when you didn’t come over for the routine movie night. Every Saturday, you, him, Suguru and Shoko got together at each other’s places for movie nights. Laughter, jokes, entertainment, talks, drinks and what not went on full night and the next day all of you were passed out on either couch or the floor.

Today everyone was coming over at Satoru’s place. Suguru and Shoko were already there but when it kept getting late, Satoru became worried about you. Shoko tried assuring him you were okay, just stuck in some work but he wouldn’t believe it. Because you were time punctual and never missed the movie nights.

So he came over to yours and opened your door with the spare key you’d given him only to find you curled up in your couch, crying.

He immediately rushed over to you and wrapped his arms around you tightly as you held onto him. He didn’t say anything but stayed there, holding you, feeling his heart break as you sobbed into his chest.

A few moments later, when he felt you relaxing a little, he took your face in his hands as he asked, “better?”

You just nodded as you snuggled into him. Neither of you two said anything, a comfortable silence, just sitting there on your couch, engulfing each other, enjoying each other’s company.

“Now tell me what happened?” he asked softly when your crying had quieted down, afraid you might break again.

“It’s nothing. I just- its too much. Work, studies, family, everything. I just got too overwhelmed and just couldn’t keep it in anymore. And I had nobody present here for me to tell me that its okay or listen about what I felt.” You said now realising what mess you had made and quite embarrassed that Satoru had to see you this vulnerable. “God this is embarrassing! I’m so sorry.”

“Hey look at me.” He said, cupping your cheeks to make you look at him when you didn’t. “Everyone in this world has a vulnerable side. Everyone on this planet has things which is maybe too much overwhelming for them that they might just break at any point. Just like you did. But don’t ever apologise for this. Because none of it is your fault. Okay? And I’m always here for you. Even if you’re far away, I’ll always be there. You’re not alone, okay?”

You just nodded and gave him the smile he adored so much. And without saying anything else, he wrapped both of his arms around you once again, letting you rest your head on his chest. He kissed your forehead and hummed in content as you snuggled even closer to him if possible.

And as he looked down at the girl in his arms, he realised this is what he wanted for the rest of his life. He loved you. 

-

The third time he realised he loved you was after summer. He hadn’t talked or heard from you since 4 months.

You left without a goodbye or a message to god knows where. He'd tried searching for you but always ended up getting disappointed. Suguru and Shoko missed you too. They had helped him to find you too but to no avail. It was like you’d disappeared into thin air.

Satoru often wondered if you ever thought about him like he did, if you missed him like he did. He knew you were probably out there pursuing your dream career, which you'd always talked about and wanted to do, but a part of him wanted to be there with you. To support and cheer for you at every step you take, to give you advices, to have late night celebration for your achievements. Call him selfish and everything. Everyday that passed, he cursed himself for not telling you how he felt before you left. Would it have made any difference? He’d like to think so. Even if it didn’t, he, at least, wouldn’t have to live every single day thinking: “What if?”

He kept a picture of you in his office. He often looked at it whenever he was free, always wondering how you were doing, if you were okay or not. Suguru and Shoko always found this sight pitful. They had tried to get him to move on, but all of them knew that Satoru was so in love with you and you were special to all three of them and that nobody could ever take your place.

It wasn’t until six months later when you stumbled into the building, chewing nervously on your bottom lip. A part of you knew you didn’t have the right to be there because you left them with no warning. You wouldn’t blame them if they asked you to leave the premises the minute their eyes landed on you. You knew you deserved the cold shoulder. Because if they were the ones who did that to you, you knew you wouldn’t be so forgiving.

The receptionist had told you to wait while she checked if the three of them were free or not. As you waited, you smiled sadly at the memories of last six months. You had gone for higher studies, as your dad had promised, for your dream career. You knew you should’ve at least informed someone before you left but everything happened just so fast that one moment your dad had agreed on your consent and the next moment you were on the plane.

Surely you enjoyed the studies and training period there, Paris being busy in days and nights, but having really nice places to visit. You would always go to the Eiffel tower, watching the sunset, half expecting for Satoru to wrap his arm around your waist but whenever you turned your head you’d always met with empty space. Whenever you came home exhausted, you always expected Satoru to be there with dinner ready and him greeting you with a welcome home kiss.

That’s why you came back. To be in his arms. To be able to kiss him. To be able to call him yours. Because you’d realise that your life was nothing if Gojo Satoru wasn’t in it.

The receptionist told you to go upstairs at floor 5 but as you were about to click the lift button, you heard someone running on the stairs. You turned to look who it was and your eyes locked with a pair of blue ones which were close to home. He just looked at you and slowly stepped towards you as you did the same.

When you were both closer to each other, he brought his hand up, touching your cheeks delicately as if making sure you were real.

Satoru couldn’t believe it. When the receptionist called him and said that someone named Y/N L/N was here to meet him, he left all his works and ran downstairs. And now that he’d seen you, he was mesmerised and shocked. Shocked because you were really here and mesmerised because you looked even more beautiful than before. He touched your cheeks delicately, making sure you were really here and not another one of his hallucinations. And then without another thought he took you into his arms and held you tight and closer to him, now promising himself to never let you go. All the feelings he still had for you, tripled. His heart rumbled in his chest, adrenaline pumping through his veins. Even after all this time, he was still so in love with you.

“No need to tell me where you were. Because I already know.” You were tearing up as you finally felt complete in his arms and realised how much you loved him.

“Don’t ever leave me like that again.” He said as he was starting to tear up too. He loved you so much and the thought of being apart once again was killing him.

“I won’t. Ever again. I promise.”

-

It didn’t take long for Satoru to tell you how he felt after you came back. He couldn’t hold it in any longer. Every moment that he didn’t get to call you his, chipped his heart. Both Shoko and Suguru were growing tired of it, encouraging him to just say it because they were sure you felt the same. He tried to ignore them, not wanting to get his hopes up, but he couldn’t help but think about how amazing it would feel if you told him you loved him back.

You came over to Satoru’s for dinner that night, Suguru insisted that they all missed you too much to go out to a restaurant. After dinner and catching up with everyone, you and Satoru excused yourselves and walked out in the garden. His hands were in his pockets, unable to look at you for more than a few seconds at a time. He’s been practicing what to say to you since years and yet, he still felt unprepared.

You were walking silently beside him, taking in the silence and calmness of the life you’re living now. You no longer had to worry about anything, just the day to day necessities, and your feelings for Satoru. Subconsciously, you intertwined your fingers with his snuggling up to his side for some warmth.

He froze for a moment. This is it, he thought, this is the perfect moment. So before he lost his confidence, he spoke, “Y/N, I have something to tell you.”

“Yes, Toru?” you asked, rubbing your thumb over the top of his hand. “What is it?”

There it was. He missed it. He missed the way you called him ‘Toru’. And now finally hearing it from you made his heart skip many beats.

He held you in your place, stopping in the middle of a field of flowers. The moon illuminated one side of your face, showing off your perfect features. Satoru smiled, reaching over to caress your cheekbone. With tears in his eyes, he said, “I love you.”

You gasped softly, looking up at him, “What?”

“I’m in love with you, Y/N,” Satoru sighed, connecting his forehead with yours. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting out a breathy laugh, “I’ve been in love with you for so long.”

You slowly brought your hand to his face and cupped his cheek as he melted in your touch. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I was afraid of what you'd say. I didn't want to ruin our friendship and lose you. I just thought that maybe if you didn't love me like that, I'd still have you. Even if it's just as your best friend."

"Then why now?" you asked, you voice getting even quieter. He kissed the palm of your hand as he met your eyes.

"Because after all those years of crushing on you, all those months of not being able to see you or be in your arms, made me realise how much in love I was with you. All those six months, you consumed all of my thoughts, your laughter was all I could hear in my silent nights, your smile was all I could see everywhere I went. And not being able to tell you how much I loved you was killing me." He finished, tears flowing uncontrollably from his eyes.

You didn't know when your eyes started tearing up. All you knew was how much you loved him at this moment. Him confessing all his feelings for you, so vulnerably. It made you realise how much you just wanted to hold him and never let him go.

So you said, "I'm in love with you too, Satoru."

At first he thought his ears were playing tricks on him. You loved him back? His eyes shot open, pulling away from you as he stared at you in disbelief. “Y-you love me?”

"Yes, you idiot." You chuckled through your tears, pulling him closer. Your lips ghosted over his, causing him to shiver. "I've been in love with you for a really long time as well."

"I'm really an idiot, aren't I?" he said, laughing a little.

"Yes, you are. But you're my idiot."

And with that, he kissed you. All those years where he hid his feelings came pouring out in this one kiss. His hands cupped your cheeks, pulling your face closer to his like there was any more space between the two of you to close. Your arms looped around his neck, his one hand snaked down to your waist to steady you while one still remained on your cheek. He kissed you, pouring in all his regrets, mistakes, apprehensions, into his love, no longer wanting to pass up an opportunity to love you for the rest of his life.

And when he pulled back for air, he had the biggest smile on his face. "I'm the luckiest man on this earth." You pecked him again as you gave him your biggest grin.

On your way back home, you could feel it, you could hear it in the silence, you could see it with the lights out in the garden. It lingered between you two, suffocating you but it was the best feeling ever. Gojo Satoru is in love with you. You are in love.

“𝐈'𝐌 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘”

ღ. skater! gojo satoru x reader

╰➤ CW — f! reader, size kink ayeeee, breeding kink ig, praise, dacryphilia, overstim, cervix fuckin’, pussydrunk gojo for the win, exhibition, oral (f. receiving).

╰➤ NOTE — look @bassslut I did it.

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𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 who is so much taller than you and he loves to abuse the height difference to the fullest. From holding your phone above you to not leaning down when you want to kiss him. In his defense he loves to see you struggle.

He thinks it's cute how you get on your tip toes to reach him, hands balled on his shirt and a slight pout on your lips, “you're such a meanie, 'toru.” he always has a good laugh whenever you say that. 

𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 who loves to hold your hands. He's always got a big palm enclasping your smaller one. He compares hand sizes often, his blue eyes widening in awe at how big his hands are compared to yours. 

𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 who chuckles when you ask him to teach you how to skate. But the next day you find yourself in the park, grasping onto his hands in a frenzy while your legs wobble on his skateboard, “you can do it, baby, you're doing s'good for your first time. Just try to breathe and keep your balance and you'll be fine.” his words of encouragement gets you through it, finally managing to skate without holding onto him. 

𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 who is such a tease that he'd push you against the wall in an alley and get on his knees in front of you. his face buried in between your thighs with your leg thrown over his shoulder, “try n' keep quite, can you do that f'me?” his azure gaze catches on the deep seated excitement in your eyes, underneath all the concern.

What if someone finds you like this? You're away from any prying eyes but clearly not far enough because you can still hear geto talking to shoko in the distance, “you're so wet, i think you like the thrill.” he marvels, tongue pressing teasing licks at your fluttering cunt while your fingers tangled in his hair in an attempt to pull him closer,“what d'ya think suguru and shoko would say if they knew you're creaming on my tongue right now?”

𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 who now knows how much you are a sucker for praise so he's praising you in random moments, just to see you get all flustered. Even when he's balls deep inside you, his lips part to shower you in sweet praises, “atta girl,” and you're breathing hard, his hands holding yours as your mind goes dizzy, he's too big.

You're feeling so full and he's not even fully inside yet, “'toru, it won't fit,” your words makes him laugh, tone laced in stinging condescension, “don't worry, baby. We'll make it fit.” and he does, intertwining your fingers in his long ones and kissing your lips softly to distract you, he slams all the way in with a deep groan. 

𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 who gets lost in the feeling of how tight you are around him. Even though he's prepped you on his fingers, making you cum at least twice before finally sinking in, it's still a snug fit. You're struggling to take his cock while grabbing onto his hands frantically.

Yet he's got his eyes closed, thrusting inside you frantically, cock hitting deep with each stroke till you're screaming his name and tears spill from your eyes, “fuuuuck, 's too much ah, I can't I can't, please,” you're babbling mindlessly because the tip of his cock is nudging against your sweet spot with every thrust from him,

“what a good girl, taking me s'well. Look at you go, ah you're s'fucking tight”

𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 who has absolutely no self control and has to put you in a mating press every fucking time he fucks you. His big hands settle on your thighs while his head is reeling from how good your pussy feels clamping down on his thick cock every time he fucks into you. And he pushes your thighs up against your chest without a warning,

“god, you're so fucking beautiful like this,” azure eyes stare down at you with a lust hazed vision. He thrives for the little scrunch your nose does and how you whimper when his cock hits even deeper inside you, kissing the opening of your cervix, “hurts! It hurts—” 

𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 who hushes all your complains by whispering sweet nothings in your ears, “shh, baby I know, I know. You'll be alright, it'll be fine. You're fine.” but you feel the air being knocked out of your lungs when he starts pounding into you.

Your breasts bounce as he fucks your cervix, relishing in the loud wet sounds that your poor little cunt made as it struggled to adjust to his size, “have I ever lied to you?” he asks before you can speak, your glassy gaze following the upward curve of his lips as he smirked when you believed him,“so trust me when I say you'll be fine, baby. I got ya.” 

And he lies. The very next moment, he's rutting into you like an animal, groaning and panting when you clench impossibly tight around him, your moans only making him go harder. 

𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 who never pulls out, filling you up every damn time he fucks you. And he's always asking you stuff when he knows you can't form a coherent thought right after he's made you cum, “want me to fill you up, yeah?” he stares at your fucked out face impatiently, his cock twitching and throbbing against your walls,

“hmm yes please, need you to cum inside me, please.” and who's he to deny you when you beg so sweetly like that? So, he's fucking you through your orgasm, grunting and muttering curses under his breath when your pussy convulses around his pulsating cock, “fuck fuck, you're gonna take all I give you, all of it, not a single drop to waste.” 

𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 who fucks his cum back in your abused cunt and overstims both of you. Even with tears blurring his own vision and his limbs trembling from the overwhelming sensation, he continues to ram his sensitive cock in your tight hole, “keep it all in, do it for me.” 

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