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can you do gojo coming back from a workout all sweaty n stuff and you ride him pretty please with a cherry on top😋😋😋

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cw: f! reader, whiney gojo, size kink, unprotected, cowgirl, praise, 18+

just gojo being utterly exhausted— coming back from a workout that lasted for a good four hours, he‘s dressed down in nothing but sweats— black fitted tee and sweats, his muscles were so bulky, he was sweating, and a needy smile was on his lips once he saw you, immediately wrapping his strong arms around your waist.

“hi sator—”

“i need you,” he huffs out, and he‘s completely out of breath, rough hands softly holding onto your waist before your eyes slightly widen— feeling his bulge poke beside you, his voice trembled a bit—

he was horny. regardless of gojo sweating excessively, he still smelled really good, sweet even— and his chin rested against your shoulder. “need you to ride me— princess.”

“aren‘t you tired?” you hum in a near playful tone, and gojo pulls back to stare at you— he was serious, his lip quivered a bit as he looked at you, huffing out another single breath and you sheepishly smile, “okay— okay.”

gojo leans back— he‘s sat against the couch, and he grunts once he watches you, he’s panting— a soft moan leaves his pink lips once you sink down on his length— he bites his lip, and you spot the veins near his arms pole out— his hair was messy, beads of sweat racing down his forehead.

“you‘re so pent up, satoru.” you muttered, trying to compress your own words— his shaft was thick, he throbbed inside of your cunt as you sat down on his beefy thighs— gojo kept his sweatpants on, he was lazy, pulling them down just so you could ride him good— he just wanted a good fuck, really— he needed you, he needed to be inside of you.

“. . . make it b—better for me,” he whines— and you let off a soft mewl, feeling him being a hand towards your right ass cheek to spank it— gripping it firmly and you study his face, he looks so pretty— perfectly toned and beefy—

yet an entire whiney mess just babbling underneath you, so tense— his muscles ached for more, it makes his mouth water a bit, just the feeling of your cunt effortlessly wrapping around him like a vice. he grunts, your hips just moving against him so good to where his head starts to spin.

gojo‘s so needy— he can‘t help but grab your hips, pumping his own cock into you— he‘s so big, stuffing you full of inches each time, you’re moaning now, and you watch a smile form on his lips despite him stammering and whining himself, his breath is heavy—

raspy throughout each pant, and the more you stare at his tight-fitted shirt, the more you see his huge muscles just flex and flex— gojo‘s stamina was never a problem— when he wants you to ride him after a workout, most likely you’d be riding him for hours on end— he can‘t help it, can’t help but be addicted to your sweet cunt.

“f-fuckkk, satoru— you‘re supposed to be letting me ride—you,” you hiccuped, and at this point he‘s just guiding your hip movements with ease— spanking you from time to time, before wrapping his strong arms around your waist— you’re being fucked instead of you fucking him now— he‘s so handsy, stroke after stroke it starts making your head spin.

“i- i am,” he whines— his voice growing shorter and shorter, and you feel his thigh start to bounce. he was coming close— gojo brings you close to him to softly nibble near your neck— his muffled moans going into your skin, and it tickled, he loved whenever you rode him—

he just couldn’t keep his hands off of you, whether it‘s spanking your ass or gripping onto your hips to fuck you harder— he just craved it. but gojo‘s just whiney so loud his voice gets strained a bit— you‘re about to milk him dry— he feels it, the familiar sensation formulating up inside of him— his breaths grows more heavier and his head goes back a bit and his hands falter from your waist.

“mpfh—fuckkkk— ride me baby, s-so good. fuck me like that— please,” he swallows— and his face grows flustered, your pussy squelches and squelches— covering his entire shaft with your slick, your entrance was just desperate to be filled to where you’re starting to whine yourself.

“s—satoru.” you‘d moan, a soft gasp leaving your lips before he grabs hold of your waist again— and he‘s cumming— gojo‘s shaking and it’s cute, he was always dramatic—

a loud moan leaves his lips and it sounds almost melodic, sweat runs down the sides of his white brows and he‘s tightly clinging onto your waist as you’re milking him— he‘s filling you up— pumping you full of his cum it’s just so filthy— thick ropey strings— velvety, he’s huffing and panting more, his muscles tense— jaw tightens and he’s so exhausted even more, so sleepy.

“. . ba—by,” he mumbles in a near drowsy voice, he was cutely fucked dumb— eyes half-lidded, pretty lashes fluttering the more he stared at you before closing his eyes. “ride me— again. want more— still so . . pent up, h-heh.”