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I've looped this video 738237728 times, and I'm still not over it. He's insanely attractive 🥵🤌🏻. Alas! I'm simping over all jjk characters.

Your latest smut about readers weak part was so good and hot! Especially Sukunas part, would you ever write follow up to it please? 💙🙏🏻

Piercings

Summary: now that your cartlidge piercings are healed, you and Sukuna can finally have some fun. 🥴

Pairing: Ryomen Sukuna x AFAB!Reader (Modern AU)

Word Count: 1,384

Warnings: ear play, nipping biting, tattoo shop sex, smut

A/N: Hi Nonnie! I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did! I love the Modern Sukuna AU! Read Part One first!

It had taken four months for both of your ears to heal with your cartridge piercings. Four months that have been excruciatingly painful to wait for. Not because the healing process was painful because you were lucky enough to have a boyfriend who knew what he was doing. What was painful was the anticipation of having a said boyfriend play with your ears now that they were healed.

You lay in his tattoo chair after the shop closed, and everyone went home, watching as Sukuna put his black gloves on and turning your head to the side. “I just wanna make sure they’re completely healed before I touch them. We don’t want a repeat of last month, do we?” You stuck your bottom lip out, crossing your arms over your chest with a pout. “You masochist.” His fingers gently graze over your ear, rubbing the stud he had put there.

“I wanted you to lick them—“

“Yeah? Wasn’t so fun when you were withering in pain on the bed, was it?”

“No—”

Sukuna smirked, gently twisting the back of the piercing; you weren’t jerking or indicating any pain. He moved your chin, allowing him to examine the second piercing he had put in after you had an orgasm from him just touching your ear four months ago: same process, no pain.

He can’t help but smirk, licking his lips as he rips his gloves off before crawling onto the chair with you. “Looks like we’re in the clear, kitten~” As fast as those words leave his mouth, his tongue darts out slowly, licking the cartridge. The little metal ball of his tongue piercing brushes over the stud in your ear, making your hips buck up.

“K-Kuna, holy fuck.” He chuckles, hands grabbing your hips, pinning them down against the chair.

“Don't fucking move.” He commands his voice low and rough in your ear. “I want to see if I could get you off just by—” his tongue traces over your cartilage, piercing a second time, “torturing your pretty fuckin’ ears.”

While his tongue continues tracing circles over your freshly healed piercing, his left-hand reaches up gently, caressing your ear before gripping your earlobe and giving it a sharp tug. Your entire body goes rigid as Sukuna seals his mouth around your cartilage, piercing and gently sucking on it while his fingers continue to tease and torture your other ear.

Goosebumps rise over your arms as you squirm underneath your boyfriend, who's still holding your hips down with one of his hands and making it damn near impossible to move to find any relief to the pleasure throbbing between your legs. The pleasure only increases as Sukuna continues to thumb and lick your overly sensitive ears, making your panties grow wetter as you reach around, digging your nails into his back.

The sting of your nails on his skin makes Sukuna growl before he takes the tip of your ear between his teeth and chews down. You inhale sharply, eyes going wide as your pussy clenched around nothing. You try bucking your hips, but his right-hand remains firmly pressed against your hips, preventing you from moving even an inch up against him.

“K-Kuna~!” You plead, digging your nails harder into his toned, muscular, tattooed back. “Fuck~ fuck~! Fuu-haaah!” He swirled his tongue around the stud in your ear, making your legs kick out underneath him, toes curling as your heart raced. “Oooh fuck—g-gonna!”

Sukuna promptly pulled off your ear, and a string of saliva connected your stud and his bottom lip. He panted heavily, sitting back, buckling his belt before tugging your scrub pants and underwear down to your thighs. You lifted your ass, making it easier for him to toss them to the floor before he unzipped his jeans and tugged his hard throbbing cock out of his boxers. His tip was red and leaking pre-cum before he slotted between your thighs, stroking his cock up and down, smearing the sticky pre-cum over his length before he grabbed your hips, lifting them slightly, allowing him full access to your twitching cunt.

Both of you were so horny no words needed to be said. All that you both needed was to lose yourselves in each other. Sukuna growled as he pressed the thick tip of his cock against your opening, rubbing it up and down before shoving it inside of you. All the air in your lungs escaped, and your eyes rolled back; the sudden intrusion felt so good.

Your boyfriend spilled above you, his hands gripping the back of the chair as he did everything in his power to not cum like he was a fucking twenty-year-old. Which was hard to do, seeing that all of the torture he had done to your ears had your cunt a wet twitching mess. Like any move, he would make you cum on his cock instantly. He, unfortunately, wasn’t doing much better than you. Sukuna was already throbbing in his jeans before he even got inside of you. He had been waiting four months to feel the chill of your piercing against his tongue, to watch you cum from him playing with it; to say he was pent up was an understatement.

Thinking about torturing your ears had been getting him off for the last week.

But now, he wouldn't be spilling his cum over his hand; he'd be painting your insides. Gripping your hips, Sukuna pushed further inside of you, making your back arch as the chill of his piercings dragged over your walls that clenched around him. His slow, shallow thrusts coaxed a quivering sigh from you as he nipped at your ear.

“Ahnn—” you wrapped your legs around his hips, “K-Kuna~!”

“Yeah, baby~ fuck.” His breath was hot and heavy against your ear. “You feel fucking fantastic~ your walls twitch every time I nibble here.” he nipped at your earlobe. “Feels that good huh?”

“Oh my god~ yes~nnngh!”

Sukuna gritted the chair harder, thrusting as deep as he could inside of you. He clenched his jaw, his teeth grazing your ear, pulling it, nibbling it, and teasing it in every way he could. His pierced tongue swirled around your earring, drawing out soft gasps from your lips. But those sounds only grew louder as his large, rough hands grabbed your hips, his fingertips digging into the soft flesh. "You love this~" He chuckled before pulling almost out and slamming into you, again and again, groaning as he felt you convulse around him.

You moaned, gripping the chair underneath you. “Yes~! Yes~! Yes~! Oooooh god, fuck me!” Your eyes rolled back as you felt the familiar coil tightening in your abdomen.

“Mnnngh~!” Sukuna fucked into you faster and harder, all while sucking and nibbling at your ears. It was his piercing grazing against your earlobe and his cock hitting your g-spot that had your back arching.

Your teeth clenched and killed out as your eyes watered with unshed tears. “G-Gonna cum~!! You felt your pussy fluttering. “K-Kuna! Kuuuna! C-Cummin—!” Right before you could finish the words, you screamed cumming so hard you squirted around Sukuna’s cock. Your boyfriends eyes widened, a roar of a moan leaving him when you suddenly came, ripping his orgasm from him before he could warn you as he poured his cum into your throbbing walls.

Both of you lay there, panting heavily as Sukuna finally pulled off your ear. His lips quickly found yours melding over yours in a kiss that was so desperate it had you coming from your glorious post-orgasmic state to throw your arms around him. Tongues wrapped around each other, hands roamed, digging your nails into his toned, tattooed back. His hands rope your waist, breasts, and hips, desperately holding onto you before he breaks the kiss.

His chest heaves before he snarls with pure animalistic need, ripping your shirt up and over your head and throwing it to the ground. He smirks, grabbing your nipples and gently twisting them. The sweet, desperate moans that leave your quivering lips had him leaning down, taking the buds into his mouth.

“So kitten, where shall I pierce you next~?”

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PUSSYCAT-PRIMADONNA gojo satoru

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

WORD COUNT: 6k omg

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“. . . ”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“. . . ”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“…..”

You really wanted to smack him, you really did.

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

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

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

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

He just wouldn’t stop talking.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where d—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

IRREDEEMABLE

( geto × reader 18+)

"What would it even mean if I agreed to fuck you tonight?" Geto raised his eyebrows.

"I'm not sure, that gojo is jealous?" I replied with a devious smile.

"Fine". He mumbled something that sounded like You've got no fkn idea I want this, do you? but I doubt it was.

Denying me to grasp the details, he pushed on to me, holding me by my waist. I could feel his cold fingers on my skin when he pulled up the white shirt I was wearing. That was his first touch on me and for some reason he is trying to take it in, closing his eyes, struggling about something. Is he trying to hold back something?

His face is now buried on my neck slowly raising his head to my neck close to my ear, and I can feel his breathing turn intense. Or was he sniffing me? The moment I felt him resigned, I held his face in my palm. Geto refused to make eye contact. But I wasn't going to let go of this opportunity to ignite something in my casual 'situationship' who also turns out to be a fuckboy and geto's best friend.

I want this geto, fuck me, please.

His eyebrows heavily struggled to what I said and whatever he was holding back has now arrived from his insides to his teeth because he was grinding them so hard before he crashed his lips on mine with outrageous hunger. His lips felt cold and soft at first but I have no clue when it turned to be this hot, all I can feel is the heat in our mouths, in the moving of his hands, to my upper body. Wait, he stops.

He is now looking at me, waiting for a sign. Oh geto, I couldn't be more clearer, I smile and nod. A flash of desire and happiness twinkled in his eyes, like a kid promised his favourite candy. Well, candy.

He pulls up my shirt, surprised, with a swift movement in his throat, wait did he gulp?

He then grabbed me into him, gazed at me, savoured everything with his mere stare. Parted his lips, left a heavy breathe free, and almost whispered a fuck yearningly.

My shirt is now not even near the perimeter I'm in, I'm wearing my black bra, oh wait I'm not because it's now on the floor with a swift motion of Geto's hands. He can't take his eyes away from my breasts, my body, the way it's rising and falling under his surveillance. He furiously falls on my neck making his way to my breast, sucking them like it meant more than anything in this world, like he was starving before devouring me like this. He entrailed his lips all over my upper body by now. I could only surprisingly whimper at his immediate passion while I grabbed his hair in my hands, the falling strands of his hair only made his desperate and animal like stare make me wet down there crazily.

His eyes darted down to my panties and in the daze I was in I started mumbling the unspeakable. I might have started begging him to fill me up because he couldn't stop grunting fuck at the way I behaved.

He practically ripped the panties I was wearing and opened his mouth wide at it. He was anything but gentle when he crashed into my insides with his mouth. His duality was confusing because one moment he was kissing my folds and the next eating me like he hadn't encountered the concept of food, because I seemed like the only delicious thing he got to eat. My insides shrunk and churned making me lose it when his mouth grabbed my clit and never let it go, he took his time sucking on my clit and fingering my squelching pussy.

The surroundings melted down into something amorphous or my eyes lost its vision, because the pleasure in all of this wouldn't let me stay sane. I had to beg him to fuck me because this was it, any longer and i would die consuming this indescribable emotion. He smirked with the mouth that erupted a volcano in my body, and I let him tease me. Within a second the smirk turned into something unreadable, to do something irredeemable. He opened the buckle of his pants, pushed them down which immediately send a shiver in my body.

He bit his lip and shook his head in disbelief staring at me. His hair strands now sticks to the sweaty temple of his and he never looked more amusing to me than now I think. Something has ignited, which for a moment made me forget why I did this in the first place. And all I could think was him fucking me senseless.

Part 2 - IRREDEEMABLE

Last night was...

I have officially backspaced this sentence more than 50 times. Iam not this person, I wouldn't fall for someone after sleeping with them, I knew I left that phase in school. I think. But how could he, Geto, someone I only considered as a mere friend make me feel these things?

The way he had sex, the passion and legitimacy of it, it all bounced through my head so that when Mr. Casual called, I didn't pay attention.

I didn't pay attention when Gojo, the busy six eyes who never calls, called me five times by noon, which was so not him.

My mind constantly hurried to the sweaty crooks of Geto's shoulders, the chest that was glued to mine, the daze I was in when he moaned my name and I his. The way he cursed and cursed when I couldn't stop whimpering. And when it was all over the way he brought my sweaty and frail body close to his, held me in his arms and let his fingers travel through my hair, with a blurry face that looked like it adored me, pined for me?

I'm not sure, but it all seemed so surreal and movie like. The montages they show when people are in love, the things we did yesterday felt remotely similar to those.

But i had to get my act together, and act like nothing happened. I had to maintain my reputation of someone who didnt care. And when I packed my bags and went to school the next day i couldn't believe the way things had turned out.

IRREDEEMABLE ( Part 3)

"Where were you, I've been trying to reach you, all day long you know!!?."

Desperate. Something that never allied with THE easy going Gojo. Why does it sound desperate? Satoru has always been kind with me whenever he had to be, and being fun, whether he had to or not, was a part of him. When he and I started doing the casual thing, I never thought it would end up in a day like this. To a day where he nudges away all his goofiness and general apathy about things to have a serious conversation with me. About us.

" Why do you care? I thought you were sleeping around with people Gojo, and that I shouldn't really put much thought to it, and..right, take things easy, like you said. " The words stormed away from the threshold of my mouth as it echoed something gojo so carelessly said last day.

''Listen, I know I've been awful, I realise that. I mean, I haven't really felt this.., I don't know how to say this. I just- ...you're important. I realised it late, only when I thought I'd lose you" he placed his firm hands softly on mine. His eyes glowed in a way it never did before, it yearned.

There was a movement in the back and it was Geto, my heart started beating crazily the moment I spotted him, what the heck?

The long hair that he let loose yesterday is tied up today lousily, the strands still dangling, his face is struggling to hide something, if I was any better at reading it, I would say it looked like something like pain.

My eyes should have wandered along with Geto's image which left the room abruptly with his bag because Gojo gently pressed my hand to bring me back to the 'desperate' conversation we were having.

" I slept with Geto"

"What?" I saw disbelief, a scoff, tinge of anger, confusion, defeat, and some realisation pass through gojo's face after the what.

"You shouldn't have"

"Why the hell not Satoru? Didn't you sleep around with Shoko? With anyone and everyone here? I thought this was the arrangement, why would this bother you now? "

"You know why."

"No, I don't. Please, humour me."

"It's different. You sleeping with him, it's different."

"How so?"

"Because.Because...Because he likes you okay? Im not sure it's even like, it's much more than that. I know him better than anyone and i see the way he looks at you, the way his face changes when you're the topic, I've seen how he stared a minute longer at the picture I had of you in my phone gallery while scrolling, annd that one minute was enough, I knew it. I knew him. If you had slept with anyone else it wouldn't have mattered, but Geto. He's genuine, you know. He, he I think, loves you. He's my bestfriend, and I would never want to see him hurt, but I also, I want you. I need you, I may have denied to see Geto's feelings all this while because of that. But he's my bestfriend, and if- fuck, it hurts to even say this. Hmmm.. sigh.. phew. Okay. If you genuinely like him back..if that's what you want..I get it, I do."

I grabbed Gojo's soft and beautiful, face in my hands, and held him close. My head touched his forehead and I slowly let my memories with him encircle us. I slowly kissed his lips, most ardently and tenderly, because this, this Gojo was new to me, and if it was yesterday I would have wanted this more than anything, but so many things have changed with one night. I wasn't ready to give this instability bw us another chance.

"I have to go to him."

Gojo nodded his head with tears flowing incessantly, stretching his hand out to lead me.

" Your Prince awaits, milady".

Cheeky, but I hope he does.

IRREDEEMABLE

Part 4

Love, a concept so complicated to even grasp and yet, every single soul in the universe end up craving it. I have had my share of the cravings, but, news flash, it all resulted in me being left alone stranded. So the concept is now hid safe inside a box. buried deep down somewhere inside, and at times like these I hear the faint screaming it does from the suffocation, all for some acknowledgement. And now, Geto, Love? The one minute he stared longer? Gojo's words kept replaying in my head on my way to find Suguru.

I wouldnt run my thoughts any deeper into this, i mean why should i? what did he do about this? how long has this been going on, and ,oh fuck , thats a pillar and my head is gonna raamm into-, wait no its soft, wait its a hand, a familiar one, shit-

I slowly raised my head to see geto by the vending machine with one can of his favourite drink and the other hand as a barrier to my head and the wall. and yet he doesnt frickin spare me a look, why te hell is his head stooped so low.

Walls are everywhere these days huh?,the audacity to joke around right now without even meeting my eye.

"So youre not even gonna look at me?" I blurt out, unexpectedly helpless in my delivery.

As I see him lift his head up very reluctantly and struggle, i find myself doubting everything gojo previously said, miutes ago.

"Whats up y/n". THE NERVE.

"Didnt take you to be a fuckboi Suguru Senpai, following your best friend's steps is it?"

With a confounded expression I saw him squint his eyes and , well that should be a question then.

"You never called, Geto".

His eyes bulged a bit like he wasnt expecting me to care about the things that we did yesterday. I saw him mumble something under his breath while maintaining the good old strained eyebrows.

"What, you dont care about how i feel now that you slept w me?"

I see his expression waver into immediate shock that desperately needed to set some things straight.

"Y/n..you don't know what you're talking about.. please".

No amount of strained expression from him is helping this mixed signal facade that's happening to me. He takes a deep breathe noticing my baffled expression.

"I do. i do care, more than I've done for anyone else. its just.. by the time you were asleep in my...in my arms, gojo had texted. Soo..it worked. Everything worked out. As intended. Or it didnt, and he came to his senses maybe,finally,else, it doesnt make sense. it makes zero sense. i mean why the fuck would someone not know how to treat you? to treat you shouldnt come as a chore or a result of some challenge, its as natural as breathing air, and idk what was with him all this while, but im sure he realises now, so give him a chance, he'll treat you better I'm sure."

"Is that what you want?"

"What..why..why would it matter, what I think" he visibly gulps, confused.

"It matters to me geto, if you care about me, to know that you like me, I don't know geto you messed with my head, I can't get you out of it...i broke up with gojo."

"What..wait. what?" His face couldn't contain the emotions that rollercoastered through his mind.

"Just say it geto, fucking say it. Do you or do you not like me. Shit, why am I even doing this? " I steer away on my heel as an attempt to hide the tears that are about ruin my mascara, until I feel an immediate grab on my wrist, the same soft hands.

"y/nnn, y/nn....how do i tell you this...you have no idea. not a thing. the way i have craved for you, to be with you, the way i have literally felt my blood boil seeing the way my bestfreind treated you. you have no ideaaa. please dont torment me any more than this, shit im sorry, i know, its not your fault. hell you had no idea how i felt. its just. all you had to do was exist ynnn. the way you aree, the way you smile, hold the hemm of gojos shirt when he failed to pay you the attention you more than deserve, the way you gently hit shoko on her shoulders when you laugh, the way your eyes crinkle when you smile, the way and fuck the way, the way i saw you yesterday, every inch of you, its etched in my memory, by choice. Fuck, I need some water"

I couldn't contain the happiness that bloomed inside me and I had to do something crazy because he looked just too cute.

" for now i can help you moisten your lips I think", I stand on my toes to reach his open mouth, so confused and wary and place the timid but hungry kiss on it, but within seconds he makes sense of things and grabs me by my waist only to land a kiss that lasted longer than the hourly bell that rang twice or thrice after that.

"Aaargh, this...you're tempting me to do something irredeemable again" he breathes with a glistening red lips messy with the stray tints of my lipstick.

"Let's redeem through it this time then."

The smirk on his lips right then looked more promising than ever.