#stargirl★rena.

[satorena]

❝ 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 ! ❞

꒰ FEATURING ! ꒱. g. satoru, f. toji, n. kento, g. suguru, k. choso

꒰ CONTENT WARNINGS ! ꒱. explicit content, foul language, lots of unrealistic expectations (note. title itself), overstimulation (m+f), dickdrunk!reader, dumbification, usage of toys, squirting, spanking, very light spit play, anal, 69 position, breeding kink, unprotected sex, toji’s kinda mean and choso can’t tell the difference between pussy and an asshole. if i forgot anything else my bad !

serena’s note. BUT I LASTED TEN ROUNDS LIKE A FREAK !!! LIKE A G !!!

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔.

“fuh—fuck, oh shit, hah fuck— ‘ts so fuckin’ good!”

you bounced up and down his cock, surface of your palms pressed at the planes of his chest. you enveloped his length entirely, every single inch, in your pulsating pussy, driving the both of you to madness.

it’d been hours, and for whatever was in the air tonight, you both fucked like wild animals. your thighs burned from over-exhaustion, but you were relentless. you were desperate for another orgasm, the slide up and down his inches effortless due to your juices soaking his thighs and his cum from having nutted inside you multiple times prior.

gojo’s firm hands grabbed at your ass, fingers gripping tightly into your soft flesh, grounding you in position so you wouldn’t run. as if you would anyway, tongue lolled out and drool leaking from your rosy tongue and dribbling down his bottom lip.

“that’s it,” he encourages you, a faint smirk at his lips as he guides you down his length. the fucked out look on your face, your dazed eyes crossing to the centre of your face serves a huge ego boost. “my pretty girl—fuckin’ ride this dick baby, ‘s all yours—mmh,”

the sinful sound of your pussy squelching, folds latching at the tip of his dick before ramming yourself down, the lustful melody of your skin slapping against him in addition to the firm spanks of encouragement on your ass, with your high pitched mewls and squealing sounded like divine music to gojo’s ears.

you rocked your hips back and forth, grinding down, went back to bouncing up and down, made circles and figure eight shapes on his length, mindlessly dragging your hips wherever felt fit. you were so far past a point of euphoria you weren’t even sure if liquids could come out of you for the rest of the night.

“eyes here princess,” gojo brings a hand to cup your jaw, forcing your head back down to face him. “pretty pussy’s griping me so tight—fuck,”

your sweaty foreheads press together, and you clock that he knew you were on the brink of yet again another orgasm. cerulean orbs peered deeply into yours, his hips jerking up and meeting your bounces, aiming to bring you to that high as quickly as he can.

“sa—satoru!” you find is the only thing that comes up in your mushed out brain, the new angle of the position having his dick puncture your cervix. you felt so fucking full of him, so drunk on the pleasure that you failed to notice the coiling in your stomach snapping.

he squeezes at your ass cheeks as hard as he can, the painful pleasure obliging you to sit and take his ramming. he fucks into you with intensity, each drag of his cock at your walls sending you into a temporary state of immobility. your muscles tense as you feel yourself wash with yet again another white-blinding orgasm.

your jaw drops and your eyes roll back, throat exhausted while nothing yet everything is said. satoru pumps his creamy cum back into your womb, praising you for taking him in so well, for having a perfect pussy that’ll surely carry his children, all snug and warm for him.

“perfect fuckin’ pussy—mine, all mine, gonna fuck her full of my nut and have you carrying my babies, yeah? ‘s what you want, isn’t it? atta. fuckin’. girl.”

𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈.

“whew, would’ya look at that?” toji whistles, barking out a chuckle as he slows his pace, watching your uncontrollably clenching pussy squirt out your juices like a leaking faucet.

the pressure of your squirting is fucking intense, it has your entire body shaking, thighs quaked and the arch that was once on your back rounded. toji can’t help but laugh as tears stream down your damp cheeks, absolutely in love with how greedy your pussy clamped down on his cock.

“daddyyy—fuck!” your nails claw at the damp sheets on the bed, letting your nth orgasm rake throughout your body.

you feel a firm blow at your ass cheeks, the sound echoing in the room and you whine loudly at the stinging pleasure. you feel two big hands grab at your hips, stabilizing your limp body before a hand rises up and pushes your back into that curve.

“nah uh doll,” toji tuts, hips angling at a new position, one that draws a broken mewl from your sore throat. he picks his pace back up, never fully bottoming out, though you wouldn’t even notice with how many inches he packed.

“what’d i tell you?” he reminds you, and you’re too fucked out to answer him as you mumble his name over and over, helplessly taking the stretch of his dick at your gaping cunt.

he slaps your ass harshly again and you cry, fingernails scratching and clawing at the silk material beneath you. your scalp soon stings as he grabs a handful and effortlessly brings you upper body up to meet him.

“answer me when i ask you somethin’ baby,” toji frowns, hot breath fanning the shell of your ear, sending chills of nerves down your spine. “basic fuckin’ manners.”

“suh—sorry, ‘m sorry toji!” you apologize feverishly, and moan in satisfaction when his tongue laps up your drool and tears streaking your ruined yet pretty face.

“tsk, should have you do the work yourself,” toji teases you, releasing the deathly grip on your hair, causing your limp body to flop back to the mattress. as if proof to avoid calling his bluff, he releases his hold on you, opting to cross his arms above his head instead.

“n-no! toji, no, please, said i was sorry—‘m so fucking sorry!” you whine and ramble when you feel the lack of contact on your body, and your gaping cunt suddenly emptying.

you slither your hand between your thighs, grabbing at his girthy cock, pumping it a few times before slipping it with ease back into your welcoming warmth. you moan wantonly, clawing at your sheets as you fuck yourself on his dick, pushing yourself back and forth.

“greedy fuckin’ pussy,” he comments with a chuckle, spitting a glob of saliva down to your cunt, watching it dissipate into the creamy pearly veil of your essence around the base of his shaft.

he collects your slick with his thumb, before slipping his fingertip into your puckering hole, your body jolting at the sudden intrusion.

“trappin’ me inside—shit, want me to fuck you full of my cum, yeah? leave you swollen and leakin’, dontcha, pretty baby?”

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎.

“‘s too much ken—no more, hah, no more kento!”

you whined and begged, fists clenching as your muscles tensed, back arching off the mattress and toes curling while digging your heel at his shoulder blades. the sound of buzzing filled your hearing, the toy vibrating against your swollen clit ruthlessly while nanami fucked your cunt open with two thick fingers.

“mmh, safe word princess, or else i can’t hear you.” he reminds you, the words ghosting off his lips and sinking into your supple flesh, his lips trailing soft and gentle kisses at your inner thighs.

here he was, giving you an out, and despite claiming enough was enough, you didn’t want it to end just there. with your senses heightened, both your sight and touch restrained, the pleasure emitting from in between your thighs buzzed blissfully and tenfolds through your nervous system.

you released the clench of your hands and opted to scratch at the wood of the headboard you were tied to, projecting your want to touch your boyfriend through the clawing.

“i can keep—hnng—going!” you tell him, legs closing in on the sides of his head. you hear him tut disapprovingly, and you immediately fault your mistake, forcing your legs back open.

“there’s my good girl,” his honeyed voice rings through your ear drums, and it admittedly has you dripping even more on his fingers that curled at your insides. “just need one more from you—can you do that for me?”

you nod your head, bottom lip tucked between your teeth, “mmh, yes—yes i can kento!” you can feel your blood circulation cutting off at the areas were you’re bind, the shortage of blood messing with your already weak body.

the toy playing at your bundle of nerves is painful, having overstepped the boundary of comfortableness and stepping into a new territory of foreign, and you had failed to notice when nanami added in a third finger. you were sure with how much you came just on his hands alone, his watch was drenched in your juices.

those big fingers fuck you open, knuckles pressing into your spongy walls and triggering all sorts of pleasurable feelings throughout you, your stomach tightening into a familiar hot feeling, and you know you’re close again.

“kento, baby i—‘m gonna—fuckkk!” you want to card your fingers through his soft hair, tug and pull and release your pleasure onto his scalp.

“let go for me sweetheart, wanna taste your sweet essence,” nanami swaps the toy for his tongue and flicks at your clit. you feel the dam in your gut release at the sudden warmth exhibiting, and you spray him in pathetic squirts of your juices.

your body trembles as it contracts and gives nanami everything you have left to offer. you squeeze his head in your thighs, moaning wildly as his pace with his fingers never falters, urging you to stay in the state of euphoria a bit longer.

he swaps his tongue out for the toy again, and you wail out a broken cry, body at its limit, still stuck between coming down from your orgasm and greedily wanting another one.

he strokes your slit, collecting all your essence as he licks his lips eagerly.

“good job princess. taste so heavenly, i’ve never had anything like it before. i’ve gotta have another sip, will you let me have another taste, my love?”

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔.

“c’mon, focus sweetheart. do that f’me, yeah?”

you nod your head, mouth too full of dick as you opt to bob up and down. your jaw aches, feeling as though it’s being ripped apart. you force your aching wrist to work up and down geto’s cock, stimulating what you fail to get down your throat.

it would’ve been a simple task for you to focus on, had suguru not been feasting on your pussy like a starved man. he spreads your folds open, tonguing at your insides as if he dug for gold, grabbing both your cheeks in his big hands and spreading you open. he never half assed anything, much less pussy eating.

his skin was soaked in your squirt, orgasms came rolling in and out of you as did the occasional pumps of two fingers into your cunt while he ate you out. you would moan in pleasurable pain, the sounds vibrating on his shaft, which would induce him to moan into you, causing you to moan back on him, the cycle this repeating.

you were greedy—you could complain about how it was too much all you wanted, at the end of the day, you would pause on his cock to grind your hips back and forth on his face, the slip from your slick on his cheeks and nose making the grinding easier.

his nose would bump into your clit and you’d shiver from head to toe, the oversensitivity catching up to you. the free hand at your ass cheek would graze at your puckering hole but never dared to slip inside. all these mixes of stimulations had your eyes crossing, mouth gaping wide which made fucking your throat much easier for geto.

“sweetest cunt i’ve ever had,” he groans in between your thighs, bringing his hand to spank at your wet folds, and your arch your back at the stinging pleasure, your toes curling as your body shook.

the slap at your pussy made flicks of your juices land on his face, and so he landed a few more blows while simultaneously jerking his hips up into your mouth, forcing you down on his cock.

it was all too much— it hurt so good, the strikes at your cunt, his tongue lapping your liquids as he scissored your insides for additional pleasure. how was he expecting you to get him to finish for a second time when he was driving you to the brink of yet again another countless orgasm?

“wanna soak in your juices mama,” he speaks, mouth full of cunt, but you still grasp the message. you subconsciously push your hips back into his face, wanting to abide to his request.

“‘m so fuckin thirsty—don’t you dare be selfish with me. cum in my mouth. be the good girl i know you are and share yourself with me—need it, pretty girl.”

𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎.

“y’feel so good, fuck—sucking me in, oh shit baby, never wanna stop fucking you! please, need your pussy always!”

he’d finally gotten a feel of sex for the first time, and he was already hooked. his locks matted to his forehead from sweat trickling down his nose and plopping down onto you.

“wait—slow d-down cho’—hngg!” you moan, nails clawing at his back, scraping and marking the pale skin. you felt your body recoil entirely with each sharp thrust he pounded into your worn out pussy, dragging each and every inch of his length in and out.

your knees were bent at your ears, feet dangling by his head as his hips slammed into the back of your thighs, marking the skin red from the brash contact. the springs from your bed resonated loudly in the room, as did the creaking of your headboard, but nothing topped choso’s loud whimpers.

he’s too lost in his own pleasure, he starts to mistaken to stinging and achy feeling in his gut and loins for a sign to keep going, “never wanna stop—shittt, need to fuck this pretty pussy every. fucking. day.”

you’ve given up on convincing him otherwise, focusing instead on the rise and fall of his hips digging into yours, stretching your pussy open to fit him inside. you creamed around his dick, your essence resting at the hairs on his pubic area, giving him easy access to slide in and out of you.

his arms wrapped around you tightly, refusing to let you out of his grip, one arm beneath your back and holding you from there and the other wrapping around your shoulders. you were stuck in his embrace, bodies moulding into one as you were split open by a fucked out first timer.

in his excitement, he slips out and wastes no time to grab his base and shove it back into a warm tightness, failing to acknowledge your sudden gasp. his mind is clouded with sex, and if he didn’t know better, you were suddenly much fucking tighter, and shit that drove him on edge.

your arms tighten behind his back as you adapt to the sudden intrusion from an area you hadn’t yet explored. “cho—baby wait—mmhm, fuck, that’s my—!”

“‘m gonna cum—fuck y/n, tell me you’re close too. shit, need to fill you up with my cum, please!” the man seals his lips onto yours, panting and begging for this next orgasm, shifting all of his body weight into the hole that keeps greedily latching onto him.

your eyes water as they stream tears down your cheeks. it’s a new and painful sensation, but simultaneously a pleasurable one, and your body granted you the opportunity of yet again another orgasm from the different stimulation. “hah—gonna cum!—make me cum, choso!”

you spray yourself all over, your pussy clenching around absolutely nothing as your ass gets rammed into and fucked like a pro. choso groans and whines against your lips, brows furrowed at the centre of his forehead as he empties himself into your warmth.

“fuck yes—take it all baby, ‘s all yours—need you to milk me and take it all in—your pussy’s the best, i swear to everythin’, shit!”

i am SO tired.

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[satorena]

❝ 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐘 𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀 ! ❞

꒰ FEATURING ! ꒱. g. satoru, f. toji, g. suguru, n. kento x afab!reader

꒰ CONTENT WARNINGS ! ꒱. cybersex, camgirl!reader, facetiming, onlyfans account, dirty talking, usage of toys, reader wears lingerie, fingering, anal play, consented video taping, feminine pet names, let’s pretend toji has money okay? okay.

RENA’S NOTE. big shoutout to my dawgs @screampied ! would’ve suffered a bad writer’s block if not for them <3 ly pooks

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

“yeah baby~ fuck, arch your back just like that—shit!”

you complied to his request, moaning as you arch your back and push your hips backwards, deepening the angle of which your dildo penetrated inside of you.

from your facetime call, you faced the camera and propped your dildo to the wall behind you. you watched as your ass recoiled like waves, flesh bouncing off the wall in hypnotic motions, giving your boyfriend the pov he demanded at the start of this call.

you watched through your laptop screen as your boyfriend held his cock tightly with one hand, his other hand propped at the back of his head. his stomach clenched tightly as he matched your pace with his jerks. your wet squelches filled the atmosphere followed by your moans, arms stretched out to claw at the silk sheets on your bed.

“mmh—fuck baby, wish you were h-here right now,” you whine, bringing your fingertips to your lolled out tongue, coating the digits with your saliva, before slipping them between your thighs to focus on your neglected clit.

drawing figure eights to the bundle of nerves, your cheek smushed against the mattress, face heating and tears streaking down your cheeks.

bottom lip tucked in his teeth, gojo narrows his cerulean eyes to zero in on your figure, the sounds of your creamy pussy rocking back and forth on your dildo, your teary eyes watching him with such want— and fuck if he doesn’t wish this conference meeting overseas would end so he could blow your back out.

“i know, ‘m sorry— hah, princess,” he whines, thumbing his leaking slit as the hand behind his hair starts to grip at his own locks. the stinging feeling reminded him of you and it only turned him on further.

“just a f—few more days, yeah? and i’m all yours, promise baby, wait out for me,” he prods further, upset at the fact he has to reach out to you virtually. even behind the low quality of your camera, you shone like an angel sent from heaven, lashes wet with tears and your lips glistening from your smeared gloss.

you nod your head, before fluttering your eyes close as your gut begins to coil. your limbs grow hot and limp, toes curling and you up the pace of your rocking, the drag of the customized silicone dildo against your velvety walls stretching you in ways that reminded you an awful lot of your boyfriend.

“toru—fuck, i’m cumming!” you arch your back deeper, chest pressed flat against the mattress, fingernails scratching the softness of your sheets.

gojo had been on the brink of an orgasm eons ago, but he held back for you. to him, nothing beat busting a nut at the same time you did. his snowy white hair matted to his forehead, cheeks flushed a pretty red as he now focuses on his stiff cock with two firm hands.

he mimics circular motions you usually do, fighting to keep his eyes open as his orgasm washes over him just from the sight of your cries alone. your body shudders, your own orgasm washing over you from head to toe as you mewl out his name, spraying your juices all over the wall behind you and down your plush thighs.

your back arches outwards and you’re drooling all over yourself but gojo doesn’t think he’s seen anything prettier in his entire life.

“shit—oh fuck, cum for me princess, make a mess all over—ngh, yourself for me—my perfect fuckin’ girl.”

𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

“welcome back everyone~”

there was something terribly sinful in the way the girl currently clothed in skimpy lingerie, fingers rubbing at her pussy in lazy circles with a dildo to her lips, tip of the toy teasingly grazing at her pink tongue—was also the same girl toji paid money to babysit his kid whenever he was away at work.

toji was no good man. this was definitely wrong on many personal levels, but alas he was still a man, if the way his dick hardened painfully quick at the sound of your honeyed voice alone.

he shifts in his chair, leaning back into it as he palms his hard on through his sweats. he watches with narrowed green orbs as you finally swallow the silicone toy down your throat, the dildo lubed in your saliva whenever it came out of contact from your mouth.

“wishin’ it was your fat cock instead, mmh,” you swirl your tongue around the dildo, before arriving to the tip and latching your plump lips around it.

you simultaneously increase the speed at your folds, fingers soon growing sticky with your essence as the obscene wetness fills the room. you moan around the toy, spreading your lips for the camera while clenching around nothing.

dick long freed from his pants and tucked tightly in his fist, toji groans as he watches your pretty pussy flutter and basically beg for him to fill you up. he hacks up some spit and drips it down on his girthy length, before roughly going back to jerking at his dick.

“i wonder which one of my lucky viewers is gonna get to fuck me next live?” you breathlessly giggle, before lowering the dildo in your free hand to your gaping cunt.

your comments flood with praises and pleasantries, with money flowing in easily—anything to capture your attention and have you notice them. they’re desperate, toji thinks, but realizes he’s definitely no better—hands already moving to donate a much bigger sum than whatever pussydestroyer69 could ever offer you.

“ooh, four bills is a hefty amount,” you tilt your head to the side, your pretty lips stretched in a perfect smile. you giggle when the comments start to insult toji but he’s too far enamoured in the way your free hand now travelled to your breast, groping at the mounds and flicking at your stiff buds.

you return to the regular programming, pressing the tip of your dildo to your cunt, dragging it up and down your wet folds, teasing yourself with your legs spread open for the viewers to see.

“fuck— this feels amazing, mmh, ‘m sooo sensitive,” you whine, applying a small amount of pressure to slightly push the tip in but pull it back out.

this was torturous— your thong pushed to the side to reveal your puffy lips as it leaked your essence. toji let his mind run to how badly he wanted to taste you. he was sure you’d be as sweet as honey, a potent taste on his tongue, and the thought of you face down with your ass up, begging for him to eat you out had his balls tightening with eagerness.

“fuckin’ shit— what a tease.” toji grunts, throwing his head back as he rubs the callouses at his palms against his veiny skin. his hips jerked up in anticipation, feeling his limbs run hot while his thumb circled at his reddened tip.

“y’wanna fuck my gaping pussy? yeah, ‘m all wet and tight just for you— hnng, bet i’d have you cumming quicker than you ever had~” you taunt, and finally push the toy all the way in, moaning at the stretch of the toy at your pussy.

your toes curl and you tighten your hold at your tits, slowly thrusting the dildo in and out of your cunt, the slick sound of the friction enticing toji as he matches your pace, fanged teeth biting down at his bottom lip.

you pout your bottom lip, small whines escaping your throat as you fuck yourself desperately. “feels’good— shit, need you to fuck me daddy!”

call him delusional but he felt you spoke to him and not the rest of these bums, legs opened and pussy clenching down at the dripping toy, as your hips rocked upwards to try and meet the dildo for further pleasure.

the telltale of his dick twitching uncontrollably told he was on the brink of an orgasm, one that has him cursing incessantly and brings sweat to his hairline. he pries his eyes open, refusing to miss out on how your folds get abused by yourself, multitasking between thrusting inside and attacking your clit.

“‘m gonna cum daddy—please lemme cum—ngh!” you plead, and as if some force between the two of you is pulled, you spray your essence all over yourself, slick dripping down your sheets and wetting your lingerie, staining your panties soaked as toji calls out your name, hips bucking into his tight fist as ropes of hot cum are pulled out of him.

“there we go baby—damn, keep creamin’ just like that.”

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

“c’mon mama—don’t you let up, fuck, keep bouncin’ f’me.”

you whined some more, thighs aching and trembling from your consistent riding mixed with the added stimulation to your rim from your gifted anal plug. behind you was geto’s set up, computer camera propped as your back faced it, with geto seated at the edge of the bed.

hands planted firmly onto his chest, you stabilized yourself as you continued to rock your hips, dragging yourself up and down on his inches of dick, feeling his hardness stretch out your walls.

“sugu, ‘s too much— shit, want you to fuck me already!” you moaned, leaning your head downward to his broad shoulders, forehead slippery with sweat.

geto chuckled at your neediness, clicking his tongue as he lands a firm slap to your reddened ass. you all but moaned, hips moving back and forth as you clenched your mounds around his cock.

“but baby,” geto complains mockingly, slipping his hand in between your bodies and thumbing at your swollen clit. “y’wouldn’t wanna disappoint your fans, would ya?”

as he spoke, he glanced over your shoulder to check the comment section, as it was filled with numerous donations, praises as well as degradations. the more his viewers donated money to him, the quicker the toy plugged in your ass vibrated.

the triple stimulation had your brain gone to mush, your golden spot brutally toyed with as the foreign but pleasurable feeling in your puckered hole stretched it out, added with the circles at your bundle of nerves, sending shivers all throughout your body.

“uhn uhn,” you shake your head, all but against the idea of ruining his live stream simply because you were tired. more than anything, you wanted to cum, even if it had been in the most torturous way you could think of.

“that’s my good girl,” geto presses his lips at the crane of your head. his praise sends tingles in your belly, core licking with heat. his hands find their way to your ass cheeks, groping the soft mounds as encouragement, the actions causing a shift in the toy to be pushed slightly deeper inside of you.

“f-fuck—don’t do that, i’ll cum!” you complain, arching your chest into his, sensitive nipples brushing into his own.

the creamy mess at the base of his cock clearly accessible to the viewers sent a massive amount of money right into geto’s account and straight to your ass, as you jolted into his hold, clinging your arms around his neck.

“holy shit—one thousand?” geto asks breathlessly, followed by immediate more pinging indicating more donations. “you’re a hit baby—they fuckin’ love this pussy. too bad it’s all fuckin’ mine though, hah,”

you’re flattered by it all, and hit with a final wave of confidence before you’re sure the dam in your gut will snap, you push him back to lay on his bed. geto watches you with a cocked brow and smug smile, baby hairs messily framing his flushed skin.

“oh?” he asks, amused by the sudden turn of events. he never lets go of your hips, instead tightening his hold on you as you plant your feet to the mattress.

you hop up and down, his dick nearly slipping by how far up you rode him, with your palms pressed against the plane of his abs. feeling tears build up at your lash line, you moan and wail, dick penetrating deep into your cunt deliciously.

“fuckin’ ride this dick, ‘s all yours mama—shit, gonna make me cum all inside that pretty pussy, mmh. give it all t’me,”

it doesn’t take much between his constant praising, the slickness of your wetness around his cock and the additional vibrations to your ass to have you cumming hard around him. you clamp your walls down, momentarily pausing your riding as you let it take over your entire body.

geto comes through, hips bucking upwards to further your orgasm and you’re sure you momentarily blacked out, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your tongue lolls out of your mouth.

“what a pretty fuckin’ face baby, all mine. goddamn, ‘s too bad your biggest fan won’t get to see it— ain’t that right, satoru?”

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎

“k-kento—oh fuck daddy, ‘s so fucking deep!”

his wrist ached as he worked his way up and down his cock, tip throbbing an angry red. he watched himself hold your waist with one grip of his hand, the other propped up to film the lewd scenery, capturing you in all your glory.

nanami maintained a steady focus, pistonning into your cunt at a ruthless pace, a ruthless angle, and judging by the sound of your broken moans, he was thrusting into that spot that had you seeing stars and slurring your words.

on the screen showed you face down with your ass up, hands bind by his tie behind your back, face planted into his bed as he fucked into you passionately. your pussy gripped onto his cock greedily, sucking him in as the ripples of your ass bounced on his pelvis.

“my perfect girl, fuck, keep taking it just like that.” his large hand held at your waist firmly, bottoming out just to pull out all the way to where your lips latched at his tip, coating his dick in your creamy essence.

his hand made it to the top of his shaft, and when the screen presented him an erotic view of both your body fluids— semen, juices, sweat— sticking between both your damp skin, where you lowered yourself on his cock and where he pushed forward to fasten the process, his thumb grazed over his slit tauntingly, the same way he’s seen you done it dozens of times.

it’d never occur to him that watching himself plow into you would turn him on so, but you were so far away and he was immensely turned on.

his button down now unbuttoned, his chest heaved up and down as he panted heavily, sliding his other hand down to cup at his balls, the way you’ve done to him so many times. he winces at the feeling, dick painfully hard as it twitches in his hold.

“holy fuck— my perfect fuckin’ girl, shit.” he groans, narrowing his eyes to focus on the hypnotic sight that had his erection crying impossibly further.

the sight of you unable to do anything but take his dick like the slut you were made to be for him had him curling his feet and thighs tremble rather quickly. your fingers twitched as you begged him to free you, to let you touch him, but all that resorted to was your ass getting slapped for your disobedience.

“behave princess.” nanami warned you while rubbing his hand at the reddened skin, and you whined a ‘m so sorry daddy but obeyed nonetheless, and whatever kink triggered in nanami activated, as he jerked off faster, desperate to chase that release.

in the video, nanami pulled his dick out momentarily, causing you to cry out at your pussy’s emptiness. lowering the camera to your abused cunt, your pink walls gaped and clenched around nothing, practically calling out for him to fill the void. he chuckles behind his phone, before grabbing at his cock and lining himself at your entrance, teasing your folds by dragging his tip up and down before bottoming out again.

“fuckin’ hell, i need you right now,” nanami cussed, wanting nothing more than to feel your warmth around his cock instead of his own hand, to feel you clamp and suck him into your pussy, to have you squirt on his cock and still beg him for more despite your sensitivity.

between the pornographic sight of your cunt clenching down on his cock, your asshole winking at him, the recoil of your ass onto him and the sinful arch of your back, nanami soon painted his fist white in his cum, head thrown back as he was overtaken by an orgasm.

“damn it—shit, just like that princess—keep gripping onto me, gonna fill that pretty pussy full of my cum.”

yes, gojo was the generous donator on geto’s live stream. pervert

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[satorena]

❛ UNPROFESSIONALISM ! ❜

⟡ content warnings. explicit content. foul language. ceo!satoru. secretary!reader. mentioned past flings. fondlīng. fīngerīng. afab!reader. p in v. unprotected. brēēding. squīrtīng. gojo satoru is his own damn warning. 4.9k.

⟡ serena's note. oh if y’all knew the lengths i went thru just to post this damn fic. . .

“ugh, this is such a painnn!”

“the sooner you finish your paperwork, the sooner you’re off, sir.” you sigh, arms crossed over your chest. you’re used to your boss’ childish antics by now, having worked side by side with him for nearly a year. you check the time on your watch, “work ended about half an hour ago— you might want to hurry up.”

“but y/n!” he drags out your name, voice all whiny and pitched in a telltale manner. he pushes himself off away from his desk, chair rolling back from the impact as he lolls his head back. “this shit is sooo lame. didn’t i hire nanamin to take care of the boring stuff? how come he isn’t here handling this god forsaken load of terrorizing agony?!”

you click your tongue, clutching tighter at the clipboard in your hold. you wonder if he’d been dropped on the head as a child, his lack of self-awareness so painful it makes you reconsider if the check at the end of the week is ever worth it. “he’s scheduled the week off to keep his wife and newborn in check. he signed off about a month ago.”

he snaps his head up so quickly, you’re positive he’s gotten whiplash. gojo blinks at you through big blue eyes and snowy lashes, a dumbfounded look on his face. he lifts his index to scratch at the corner of his lips, and cocks his head to the side, “ahh. . . ‘s that right? wait— nanamin’s a dad?!”

you feel the vein in your head inevitably tick.

“sir,” you let out an exhausted sigh, completely baffled by his ineptitude. he must purposely choose to do this to you, there’s simply no other explanation. “we attended his wife’s baby shower a few months ago—the one you mistook for a bachelor party and had me escorting the escorts back home.” you lift your pointer finger, brows cinched as the memory burns into your mind. he tilts his head to the side, affirming the idea of his cluelessness even more.

you raised a second finger, “we showed up to the hospital to congratulate them on their baby— and you got them that ridiculous cutout board of yourself that sings when you press on the—”

“the button on my dick, yeah!” gojo cackles as if it’s the funniest story ever, as if you hadn’t need to dump a bucket of water on the cutout figure to get it to shut up before he could get his company sued for emotional distress.

you huff, the stressful reminder of that unfortunate day having you anxiously tugging at the hem of your skirt, “yep. that’s the one.” between the baby’s obnoxious cries and exaggerated mecha-gojo moans, you’d rather not think about that encounter.

“and this whole time i figured she was his sister,” gojo snorts, wiping a faux tear from the corner of his eye. he sighs when his laughter dies down, and pulls him chair back into his desk. “man, his wife’s a babe. guess that explains why she looked at me all crazy when i called her fine the other day.”

“you sure that’s the only reason?” you mutter under your breath, the insult flowing off your tongue so naturally that you couldn’t help stopping it, even if you wanted to. that man was all kinds of deranged, his ego and head much bigger than it needed to be.

“ouch, that’s mean, doll.” gojo pouts, clutching at the material of his blazer above his heart. the back of his free hand lands on his forehead as he dramatically leans back into his seat. his eyelids shut tightly, “you’re wounding me. ‘m too young to die. i can’t go on like this— tell my mother i loved her. sign off my will for me, wouldya? make sure to terrorize nanamin some more. oh, and empty out all my search histories. wouldn’t wanna ruin my reputation. and get rid of my porn magazines beneath my bed. ‘ve got some pretty nasty stuff there. and check up on my kid every now and then. and—”

“alright, alright. i apologize.” you cut his rambling off before it spiralled into something far worse. there’s a full headache throbbing at your temple, your feet ache from your heels, and your stomach rumbles in hunger. you’re ready to go home now, but that won’t be possible unless your big man baby of a boss finishes up his task. “i’m sure you’ve a very suitable man. many would be grateful to have you. my apologies, sir.”

he peeks through an eye, a smug smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. his beaten-puppy look is quickly replaced by one you know far too well now— the look he gets after beating his rival company in terms of stock. the look he gets after successfully shitting on his higher ups. the look he gets after getting you to cum on his fingers after a long day— you’ve stroked his ego. “i’ve trained you well, princess. always flattering me, ohh, however did i get so lucky?”

whatever have you done to get so unlucky? “time’s ticking, sir. you can’t afford to pick up megumi late from practice again.”

“nanamin’s wife might be a babe, but you’re a gem, y’know?” your boss entirely ignores you, leaning his elbow onto the pile of work he’s now completely erased from his existence. he leans his cheek into his palm, fingertips tapping at the side of his head. “one helluva girl. i mean it— i really lucked out with ya.”

you cross your leg over the other, shifting your hips over the suede material of his couch. you recognize the sultry undertone to his voice, and your clear your throat, “is that so?”

gojo chuckles, flashing you all thirty two teeth, “i mean it’s not everyday you find a woman with your patience. god, you must be in love with me or something.”

you roll your eyes, despite the small smile that creeps up on your lips, “that’s certainly not why i stayed,” which wasn’t entirely true, but it’s not as if you haven’t inflated his ego enough today. “you may be a handful but your pockets sure are generous.”

“wouldn’t kill you to make a guy feel good about himself from time to time, ya know?” he fiddled the black pen between his fingers, twirling the object from knuckle to knuckle. he pauses when you don’t answer, noticing you noticing his finger movements. and so he proceeds with a smirk, “you’re always so tense all the time. . . tell me, when’s the last time you’ve been properly fucked?”

you nearly lose the grip on your clipboard at his audacity, the question throwing you off guard. though, you quickly keep composure— a fierce facade that’s always labelled you as the calm and collected kind. though, you’re doubtful it worked against your own boss.

“that’s an unprofessional question, sir.” you grit through teeth, nails scratching at the wooden back of your board. highly hypocritical of yourself, as you’re absolutely no better than he is— having already opened a window of no return that fateful night you accepted his invite to come inside his home.

“pretty sure we’re past unprofessionalism.” he pushes himself off of his desk, rising to his feet. your eyes trail his movements, from the index finger that hooks at his tie to loosen the knot, to the cock of his head to the side that has his hair bouncing, to the sound of expensive shoes clicking with every stride closer to you.

his presence can be oddly intimidating at times— you’ve noticed while working with him for a while. there’re moments like whenever he steps up on a podium in front of thousands of people, or when the elevator doors slide open and presents him to the building. despite his childish antics, he exudes an aura so enchanting that serves as reminder of that at the end of the day, he’s the boss.

you swallow, eyes following his lean figure until he stops right before you. it’s hard to read him in moments like these, when he’s so unlike himself (or maybe finally truly himself). his hands sit in the pockets of his slacks, legs parted enough to entrap your own legs between his, as he tilts his head forward. his irises darken behind tinted shades, bangs curtaining the raise of an eyebrow.

“unprofessional?” he repeats, and your eyes narrow at him, subconsciously gripping at your board tighter. it’s the only thing that you seem to have control over, since it clearly wouldn’t be this conversation. “you mean like that time i had you creamin’ all over my fingers in the back of my car? or unprofessional like that time you bent over my desk and came all over my face? or was it that night when i had to tie your hands together to keep you from runnin’ away?”

your gaze flickers away from his, the heat of embarrassment creeping from your neck all the way to your face. he wasn’t wrong— your relationship with him had passed morally ethical the moment you pulled him in closer to kiss you instead of pushing him away.

“we’re still at work.” you quip, the last bit of resolve tattering away the longer you feel his eyes on you. your roll your ankle nervously, thighs tightening against another.

“work ended half an hour ago sweetheart, remember?” he reminds you, voice as taunting as ever, and you sure as hell don’t need to see him to know he’s smirking. right side of his lips pulled with a moon crescent dimple on the side— he’s making fun of you. “forgettin’ already? can’t have my adorable secretary so overwhelmed that it’s meltin’ her brain. that should be my dick’s doing only, of course.”

you click your tongue, eyes casting back up to stare him dead in the eye. naturally, he’s already meeting your own, with the same damn smirk you’d predicted, “you have paperwork to finish, sir. better get on that quickly.”

“oh?” he laughs at your command, pulling his hands out of his pockets to rest at his hips. he runs his tongue against the top row of his teeth, and you hate the way your mind instantly travels back to days prior when you’d once had that same tongue working in and out of you.

he hums in faux thought, tapping his index against his chin. his lips fall into a pout before instantly stretching back to its default state, his infamous smile, “i suppose you’re right. come help me finish then, hmm? teamwork makes the dream work.”

you’re skeptical— you know him too well, but you’d rather divert the focus of attention from you to those papers. anything to prevent your mind from wandering off further into endless unprofessional possibilities. “lead the way, boss.”

he curtsies dramatically as you rise to your feet, stomping over to his desk. you notice he’s got shit done, and you’ll most likely be here for a minute. and so, you stand next to the chair he’d abandoned and pick up the pen, waiting for him to sit so you both could get started.

only you should’ve known you’d fallen right into his trap the minute you agreed to his ridiculous offer. you feel him pressed up behind you, lurking over your shoulder to study whatever you had going on. he’s unreasonably tall, frame so large it has you feeling frail in his presence, and his cologne so strong you feel it already clouding your judgement.

damn it all.

clicking your tongue, you tilt your head to the side to narrow your eyes, “well? are you not going to sit?”

gojo blinks at you, “how come? i enjoy the view here much better anyway.”

you roll your eyes, before turning back to his desk. he was a complete idiot if he thought you hadn’t already anticipated his next moves. the more your wrist flexes, mumbling the words you read on your sheets as you write them down, the more you felt him. you could feel the back of your thighs meeting the from of his, you could feel his bulge rubbing at your ass, you could feel his warm breath fanning at the slope of your neck.

damn it all.

“sales have risen to a—ahhn!” your pen falters in your grip, scribbling on the white sheet as it hits the desk. your eyelids shut close, teeth clamping down on your bottom lip as a warm mouth kisses at that sensitive spot behind your ear. your palm lays flat against the surface of the table, side by side with gojo’s, body tensing as his mouth trails down lower.

“oh you bastard,” you mutter, shaky hand attempting to grab the pen in an unsteady hold. his chuckle rumbles deep from his chest, and you feel the vibrations against your back. you’re determined to stand your ground, despite the urge to push your hips back into him. he may have soft lips and an annoyingly hot voice, but you would not falter— no matter the moisture of his breath sending shivers down your spine.

you think you have it set in stone, the pen in your hold— albeit unsteady— despite his large hand creeping up your thigh. every trail of his touch leaves an electrifying feeling, and you’re sure he’s noticed your trembling knees if the way he subtly slid his leg in between yours to keep you steady said anything.

it’s when you’re ready to scribble out your mistake to replace it that he decides to plunge his canines to your jugular. the moan that erupts from you is squeaky, your hand clutching tightly at the pen as your back arches into his chest from the painful pleasure.

gojo nibbles and sucks at your skin, running his tongue over the throbbing area to soothe the pain, fingers trailing closer to your now aching core. you’re positive your skirt has now hiked up with how much your hips are pushing back into his, head lolled forward.

“aweee, what’s the matter sweetheart? ‘s too much for you already?” gojo coos, sultry voice sending chills from the shell of your ear down to your core, finally slipping his hand inside of your skirt. his fingertips brush at your clothed clit, the material of your thong shamefully damp in arousal. you huff, nails scratching at his desktop when his index and middle finger rub painfully slow circles at your clit. “but we’ve barely done anything? tsk, can’t afford slowing the company down because you’re too distracted to focus.”

your thighs and arms threaten to give out, body heating with lust and desire. you want to say you hate this, that this is against your typical work ethics, to tell him to fuck off and do the work himself. but the focus on your pussy really has you melting puddle, bottom lip tugged on to suppress any louder sounds to escape.

“y-you’re the worst.” you complain, though it fades into another moan when he pushes his thigh up in between your legs. you’re internally thankful, because had this gone any further, you’re certain you would’ve sunken to the floor.

“love you too, pretty girl.” he presses a kiss at your jaw, fingers pushing past your panties. fuck any resolve you’d held onto— you chuck the pen far away, planting both palms down as you allowed him to take control. every rub of his fingers at your clit had you dripping down his thigh, to where your hips shifted and rolled down his leg, dragging out that blissful heat in your gut.

“givin’ up already? y’didn’t put much of a fight this time, can’t say i’m a disappointed.” his free hand grips at your thigh and trails up to your hips, resting at your flesh to guide you down his leg. he’s all too enthralled by your sensitivity, gaze zeroed in on your expressions— from the slackness at your jaw to the way your brows furrow.

“just h-hurry up already,” you grit, eyelashes fluttering as your eyelids lift. your gaze meets his instantly, and gulp at the hungry look in his eyes. his skin is already flushed pink, lips parted as he pants heavily. “you’re no—ngh, better than i am, dickhead.”

“well aren’t ya damn mouthy,” gojo acknowledged, though clearly unbothered, as his fingers pinch at that bundle of nerve. you gasp, cunt clenching as it leaks more of your essence down on him. your head drops back against his shoulder, the slope of your back curving as you grip onto the closest thing in your vicinity— the hem of his blazer. “hm, whatever happened to my obedient secretary? always so polite and respectful, don’t tell me i haven’t trained you enough?”

“m-maybe you haven’t,” you pant, chest heaving as you feel his fingertips teasing the entrance of your folds. they’re slow movements, applying just enough pressure to ignite the spark in your guts but not enough to leave you wanting more. “can’t even do your damn j-job right and you call yourself boss? hah, wonder if mister geto would have this issue— fuuuck!”

“low fuckin’ blow, sweets.” gojo chuckles darkly, now two fingers knuckle deep in your cunt. he wastes no time to plunge himself inside, knuckles rubbing at your velvety walls. you clamp down on his digits, desperate to keep him in for the sake of that orgasm you craved. “and here i was ready to put this pretty pussy in my mouth. you’re dickless for a few days and catch an attitude wimme? that’s cold, baby.”

“dickless?” you cock a brow, teeth gritting as you focus all your energy left on delivering your next line. he always got so cocky whenever he had a slight advantage. “a-according to who—ooh, god, shit!”

“ooh god, shit!” gojo mocks you, a third finger now joining the others. he scissors your cunt open, the slick of your arousal simplifying the slide in. you’re dripping down to his palm, so wet despite the front you’re putting up. he knows you love it whenever he angles his fingers at this angle, the one that has you knees weak and ready to fold. “face it sweets, i’m the only one who treats this pussy the way it deserves. see how well she responds to me?”

and you wish you could negate or deny him, but unfortunately, you both know he’s correct. he’s only got his fingers inside of you and you’re already at your limit. your hips eagerly chase his fingers whenever he pulls out just to thrust them back in, the pad of his thumb drawing infinity signs at your clit. your tongue feels heavy in your mouth, knot in your tummy tightening from the stimulation.

“nghhh, ‘m gonna cum,” your hand slides down the slope of his forearm till where his wrist begins. you claw at the bone, clutching and grabbing at him eagerly. damn him and his damned fingers— driving you to mush with all six inches. “more, hah, need more— gimme more!”

“manners, pretty baby.” gojo coos at your ear, despite upping his pace. his hands reach all the right spots, pussy desperate to hold out to his fingers as they fuck your cunt open, soaking the digits in your slick. “c’mon girl, what’s the magic word? i know you’ve got it in you.”

“p-please! pleasepleaseplease—” you’re cut off by your own gasp as the dam in your stomach finally breaks. you leak on his fingers, squirting your juices as your muscles convulse, walls entrapping him in. your back arches away from him and you grasp at anything in your reach, your mouth gaped. you’re cussing like a sailor, vision blacked out beneath your eye lids as your hips twitch and stutter against gojo’s ruthless pace.

your high washes down, as you lose feeling in your limbs, falling face down to the desk. your skin is moist with heat, mouth parted as drool coats the abandoned paperwork beneath you. your body twitches with oversensitivity, thighs quaking as your last few spurts spray all over gojo’s thigh.

“don’t tell me you’re all worn out from a little foreplay?” your boss teases, his free hand delivering a blow onto your ass cheek. it recoils as you jolt, snivelling like a baby. you hear the sound of his belt unbuckling, slacks falling next and pooling at his ankles. the next few moments happen in a blur, but sooner than you’d realized, you’d been turned onto your back with your legs propped over his shoulders and your folds were being played with again, the overstimulation having your toes curling in your heels.

“anddd there we go,” gojo strokes at his bricked cock, your essence serving as lube to coat his dick. he drags his fist from the base of his shaft to the tip, both your fluids and his pre cum mixture softening the jerk. “you fuckin’ water park. jeez, maybe i should plug this tiny cunt to prevent any further leakage, yeah?”

“fucking hurry already!” you don’t whine, or so you hope, though the grip of your legs at the back of his neck does tighten. with your skirt hiked up and your panties pushed to the side, gojo has a clear view of your twitching pussy, a hole designated intentionally just for him. he can already feel the cum in his balls ready to burst and fill your womb.

“and back to mouthy she goes,” he chuckles, using the leverage of his hand at his cock to slap his dick at your folds. the impact causes you to whimper, your hands clutching at the border of the desk. you wish you could wipe that smirk off his face, but fuck if the way he didn’t rub himself against you arouse you in ways that would surely haunt you after the orgasmic high faded away.

“take a deep breath for me baby, kay?” gojo instructs, thumb brushing over the skin above your hip bone, and before you’re able to retaliate, he slides in his dick.

his length is nothing to scoff at, and although you’ve already dealt with it in the past, all that prepping he’d done earlier seemed in vain. he bottoms out quickly, balls deep into you cunt. both your moans blend in harmony, overlapping one another as you settle with the aching stretch. your pussy clenches around his cock uncontrollably, both eager to push and pull him away.

“shittttt,” he whines throatily despite the huge grin on his lips. the flush pampering his skin has gotten significantly deeper, pale brows furrowed to the centre of his forehead. his hands grip at your plush thighs, fingers digging deep into your skin, surely enough to leave bruises. the bastard— he knew you’d be forced to wear your own slacks tomorrow to avoid suspicions.

“no fuckin’ way ‘m already set to bust— hah, fuck, what in the magical pussy is this?” gojo groans, snowy hair bouncing with his head thrown back. the tighter you grip at his cock, the tighter he grips at your thighs and the deeper his breaths are.

you push yourself up to your elbows, giggling at the irony of the situation. “already huh? so it wasn’t the liquor’s fault last time.” surely you were no better, entirely stimulated and body excreting all kinds of fluids from all over, but the ball was now in your court, and you planned on taking advantage. “s-should’ve known.”

naturally, he doesn’t rise to your bait, instead moving his hips away from yours, slowly dragging his cock out until the only part left in your cunt is his pink tip. “don’t make me make you eat your words, sweets.”

you raise your hand and rest it right above his pelvis, eyes set straight on his. you’re both clearly eager and ready to go, but you still had your dignity to uphold. you drag your palm upwards his torso, nails trailing up his button-up top teasingly before clutching at his tie. with the strength left in you, you yank him down and closer to you.

the shift in position stirs his dick in your cunt, knees now pressed closer to your chest. he hovers over you, a newfound look in his eyes you aren’t ready to divulge into—he was a very expressive man after all. both your lips ghosts one over another, breaths hot and mingling. you feel fuzzy, all senses fucked but collectively drawing at a same conclusion: wanting him to fuck your brains out on this desk.

“fuckin’ hell that was sexy.” it almost comes off a whisper, his tone breathless as his eyes bare deep into your. you feel the warmth of his hands fading away in favour to cup at your waist.

you tilt your head to the side, nose grazing against his. your fingers fiddle with the hem of his tie, despite never breaking the eye contact. “you gonna rock my world now?”

nothing more has to be said as he engulfs your mouth into his, knocking the wind out of you. his tongue explores the warm cave of your mouth, no inch left untouched. you moan and kiss him back just as eagerly, sliding the hand from his neck tie to his nape. your fingers thread through his soft locks, nails scratching his scalp and tugging at the roots.

he whimpers pathetically, the pain sending courses of arousal straight to his dick as his hips slam right back against yours. his thrust is rough and deep— leaving you gasping, as he takes the opportunity to kiss you even deeper while simultaneously working on his strokes.

the curve of his cock reaches even deeper than his fingers could manage, rubbing at your gummy walls and stretching them even wider. the sounds of your bodies connecting, your skins slapping, both your fluids mixing— everything felt so wanton, so filthy. he was everywhere, so far in your stomach you swear you could feel him in your throat.

the stretch of his cock at your pussy sent a fiery feeling spreading towards all of your limbs. the squelching of your pussy tightening and clenching at his dick filling the room. he soon picked up his pace, railing into you with every fibre in his body, loving the way your body bounced up in reaction to his thrusts.

“s-shit, oh fuck— don’t stop, ngh, right there!” you begged, throwing your head back against the hard surface. you’d given up on trying to keep your eyes open, the intensity of his dick ramming into your guts so fierce, you’d never felt anything like it.

he takes a sharp inhale of breath, followed by a whiny exhale. you were driving him insane, your sloppy cunt greedily clamping on his dick as if it were its lifeline. “suckin’ me in so tight, shitttt baby, ‘s like you want me to fill this perfect pussy full of my nut.” he dives his tongue deeper into your mouth for extra measure. you’re in a turmoil of multiple emotions at once but you kiss him back— until your lips feel tender and your mouth tastes of his breath.

he was annoyingly intoxicating, whether you wanted to admit it or not. your body spoke every word you were ashamed to say, responding with his own almost too perfectly.

when he slips his thumb to toy at your clit, your toes curl in your shoes and you’re accustomed to the oncoming feeling all too well, nails clawing at his skin. your words come out all fumbled mixed with tongue and drool, “s-satoru, i— ‘m gonna, don’t you stop— fuck ‘s too much— hnng!” you pull away just slightly, eyes all dazed as they roll to the back of your skull.

“shit, oh shit, me too,” he swipes at the drool dribbling past your mouth. from there, he plants more kisses at your skin, nibbling at every inch of you. he’s rutting like a madman, pace unforgiving as he focuses on that same spot that has you mindless. he finds you prettiest when you’re this way— all obedient for him. “my pretty girl— where do i— fuck, where—”

“inside.” as if you’d wanted to kill him, just as quick the word left your lips, he emptied his balls in your cunt. he sobs, his orgasm wracking over his entire body as he slams and fills your pussy full of him. the mixture of sounds is downright sinful, and whether it’d been the focus on your clit or his inhumane stamina, you soon met your similar end.

you cream on his dick once more, legs trembling as your second orgasm washes over you. your mind gone dumb, you do nothing but lay as you take the pounding inflicted on your worn out pussy. with each stroke you see stars, breasts juggling at the match of his pace. it’s damn near painful, but in the best enjoyable way. you feel yourself getting fuller by the second as you spray more of your arousal onto him.

the high eventually comes down for you both, the room reeking of sex. you’re both panting heavily, muscles twitching from overexertion. you couldn’t recall the last time you’d been fucked to the point of a momentary blackout— but you’d be damned if you’d ever let him know. he was too busy crying over your cunt anyways.

after a moment of silence, “. . .shit.”

“what?” you hum tiredly, rubbing the back of your hand to your tired hands. god, you could barely muster enough energy to do just that. what did this man eat?

he skips a few beats, before sheepishly chuckling, the hand that’d once been tracing patterns at the skin of your thighs now moving to your side. your gaze follows his movements, and it’s only when he retracts his hand does your heart sink to your chest.

“we definitely fucked these papers up.”

. . . shit.

io baby.. if you ever end up reading this i did it :c

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[satorena]

❝ BRAT TAMING (GONE WRONG) ! ❞

☆ featuring. sukuna ryomen.

☆ warnings. explicit content (mdni), foul language, impact play, spanking, double penetration, edging, biting, masochism undertones, degrading, daddy kink, thigh riding, delayed orgasm, degradation (sukuna calls you mean names), belly bulge, afab!reader.

☆ rena's note. vegas told me to post again before the month ends…

you were a force to be reckoned with, and sukuna ryomen had absolutely no idea what to do with you.

for starters, you had a smart mouth on you. he’d call you a brat consistently, and you never seemed to prove him otherwise. always starting arguments over petty matters, having random tantrums over lack of attention– as if he wasn’t busy enough being the king of fucking curses– and opting for silent treatment whenever he failed to play mind reader.

over a course of time, he noticed you did most of these things because you were a slut. at the end of the day, the end goal behind your childish episodes was simply to gain his attention. you loved to piss him off and make him lose his patience, because you knew he’d snap and pin your knees to your ears, pounding ruthlessly into you until you begged him to stop.

only. . . you wouldn’t. you don’t ever beg him to stop– in fact, you encourage him to discipline you further, getting off on the brutality he inflicts on you.

you were a fucking freak, and sukuna had no idea how to handle you.

“what are ya– fuckin’ stupid?” he sneers, a rough pair of hands gripping at the flesh of your hips as he pounds into your holes. you squeeze him tightly, both your cunt and ass, all greedily as if you depended off his dick to breathe.

you moan lewdly in response, your hands groping your tits as you tighten your ankles around his neck. tears stream down your cheeks, eyes all dazed and misty, and drool leaks past your parted lips. you were snivelling, onto your fifth orgasm of the night, and yet, no matter the position or pace he set, he failed to shake the dopey smile on your face.

with one hand wrapped tightly around your neck, he grips at the column, fingernails lightly tearing the thin skin and drawing blood, “i fuckin’ asked you a question–” he snaps his hips balls deep into both your holes and you jerk from the harsh thrust. you squeal, body seizing as you feel the tip of his cocks rubbing against the same linen of muscle.

he smirks at your reaction, repeating the same motions to draw out the same reaction. your smile faltered, in favour of gasping while he knocked the wind out of you, pinching and twisting at your swollen nipples brutally.

“i expect an answer. you had a lot ‘ta say earlier when you were runnin’ yer mouth– where’s the bark now, huh?” sukuna taunts further, and he swears he’s finally got you. your back arches off the mattress as you’re stuffed to the brim– his cum trickles out of both your pussy and ass, your entrances completely wrecked from brutal thrusts. 

“ryooo!” you mewl, removing your hands from your breast to rest them around his hips. he cocks a brow at you, and when he feels a sudden pressure around his waist, he realises you’re guiding him to ruin you. you push and pull, your cunt gushing as it echoes wanton squelches from the mixture of fluids between you both. 

“oh m’god– ‘m sooo close, f-fuck, keep goin’, puh-please!” you babble on, your words slurred as your eyes roll to the back of your head. your jaw is slackened and your tongue lolls out of your mouth, panting like a dog in heat, and sukuna feels a vein in his head throb in annoyance.

“you fuckin’ whore.” he spits, his fourth hand coming in contact with your cheek roughly. your face jerks to the side, cheek stinging and ears ringing loudly. it was a rough and heavy blow, one that would definitely leave a mark of his superiority on you. he grins when you whine from the brutality, tears streaming quicker down your fucked out face.

you’re snivelling and wailing, but to rub more salt on the wound, sukuna realises you came. both your cunt and ass clenches down on his dicks, muscles contracting as you tremble beneath him, spraying his lap and bed in your juices. 

you twitch and chant his name like a mantra, brainless and stupid, as you claw and scratch at any surface beneath you. he never lets up his pace, because despite being bratty, you were still his and he was going to give you a damn good orgasm– even if he was utterly annoyed. 

your pussy kegels, clamping ferociously down his shaft whenever he attempts to pull out, as if terrified he’s going to slip out. at this rate, you’re so fucking wet that he might, but you make sure he doesn’t go anywhere. you’ve got a bulge at the bottom of your belly where he can make out the shape of his dick, your frame so tiny compared to his that you look like you’ll fucking break.

you pant, skin flushed and moist from excessive sweating and saliva, and sukuna clenches his hand around your throat tighter. your pupils dilate as you remove a hand from your hips to rest at the hand around your neck, and you’ve got the most lovesick look in your eyes.

“hey. . . why’d you s-stop?”

yeah, there was simply no winning with you, he realises bitterly as he pulls out of you.

on other days, when you act out of line and question his authority, he sits you on a thick leg, pulls your skirt down and spanks you. it’s old fashioned, maybe, but sukuna was an old fashioned man. there was only so much beating one could take before they could surrender and apologise for their bad behaviour, right?

oh, how wrong he was.

he has you counting each blow delivered to the planes of your ass, and restarts whenever you forget what number you’re at. it’s when he’s on his fourth set of starting over from zero– mind you, he’s reached over eighty countless times– that he realises your panties are soaked and you’re grinding down on his thigh.

your tiny arms loop around his neck as your back dips into a curve, rutting your hips over his leg. as you attempt to run from the stinging pain on your ass, you drag your clit forward and moan all filthily into his ears– it almost feels mockingly. he feels your drool leak onto his collarbone, your breath hot and moist against his jugular, and his body betrays him most when he feels his dicks twitch against his thighs.

“brat.” he snarls once he picks up on what you’re doing, and a hand flies up to grip your hair. your head is now pulled away from his neck, eyes staring up at the ceiling as your cheeks swarm with hot tears. your skin is flushed and a mess of fluids, and yet, sukuna doesn’t think he’s seen you any prettier than now.

he glances down at your ass, all red from the consistent abuse and scratch marks carving into your skin, and when he looks even further down, he notices the growing patch of dampness at his pants. you were truly getting off on this, in true brat fashion, your cunt leaving traces of your sluttiness all over him.

he bounces his leg, and when you jolt, squealing from the sudden stimulation, he gets an idea. he continues to bounce his leg beneath you as you grind even harder down his lap, your fingernails clawing at his trapezius. you cry out his name when he spanks your ass blow after blow, opting to push yet pull away from the pain by humping his leg.

with all of these stimulations accumulating, he’s certain you’re bound to cum soon. he can read you like an open book, your body language telling him everything he needs to know– from the way you tend to claw at his skin, or the mini stutters of your hips, or the throbbing of your clit pulsating against his thigh.

“kunaaa– ngh, shit, ‘s so good~!” you whimper, voice breathless and scratchy. he tugs harder at your hair and you moan even louder, hands sliding down his shoulders to his chest. he winces when your fingers brush over his erect nipples, and spanks you harder for that.

naturally, it only eggs you on.

“you just don’t listen, do ya?” sukuna growls, nuzzling into your exposed neck to plunge his fangs into your supple flesh. he bites at your jugular, sharp teeth tearing at the flesh deep enough to draw blood. “the fuck i gotta do to get it through yer brainless head?”

you choke at the rush of pain, jolts of electricity running down your spine. adrenaline rushes through your veins as the abuse sits in your tummy in a form of a knot, ready to break at any moment. your clit leaked as you profusely hump thick and bouncing muscles, the mounds of your ass prickling from multiple blows, the dull throb at your skull making your ears ring and the teeth sunk into your skin so painful, it shot straight to your core.

your gut tightens, and you know you’re bound to release. “f-fuuckk, daddy– yesyesyes, needa cum! ‘m gonna–” 

and like the cruel man he is, sukuna stops. you’re at the end of the finish line, a foot about to cross, and he pulls you back. he watches with a sinister smile as he halts his movements, and you’re still, mouth agape and eyelids shut tight. your entire body contracts as it registers he’s interrupted you. 

“what was that?” he chuckles darkly at your quietness. you’re holding your breath back, and the utter irony of it all makes him cocky. he’s finally done it– he’s disciplined you to the point that your brain stopped functioning from the lack of attention your body’s receiving.

however, fate plays a funny game when he instinctively slaps your ass. it hadn’t meant to come off as intense or rough, simply to mock your state of mind. he hadn’t realised that was the final push you needed to erupt a wail on top of him, your body quivering as it released litres of your arousal all over him.

he watches, completely baffled as you cream over his lap, fingernails digging into his skin as you arch your chest into his. fat tears decorate your flushed cheeks, and trickle down your neck and slide to your chest. you subconsciously grind once more onto him, dragging out the high before it runs out, that stupid smile etched back onto your plump lips.

time seems to still for sukuna as he observes your delayed orgasm, your moans intertwining with your giggles– and suddenly he thinks you’re the cruel one, cheeks split as you grin hard, “hooolyyy fuck!” 

you were a force to be reckoned with, and once more, sukuna ryomen had absolutely no idea what to do with you.

don’t look at me.

#stargirl★rena. #www.tumblr.com/satorena #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #sukuna ryomen smut #sukuna ryomen x reader #sukuna smut #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n

[satorena]

can i request riding choso while he’s high 🌚

❝ DRUGS 'N HELLA MELODIES ! ❞

𐚁̸ featuring. choso kamo.

𐚁̸ warnings. explicit content, foul language, substance consumption (weed), cunningulus, shotgunning, light dom/sub undertones, sex under the influence, established relationship, choso has a tongue piercing, cowgirl riding, overstimulation, unprotected sex, breeding, afab!reader.

𐚁̸ rena's note. i was bullied into writing this… i don’t like it that much :(

“now stick out your tongue f’me. . . mhm, make sure ‘s nice n’ wet, yeah?”

your tongue darts out of your mouth, peeking past your kiss-bitten lips and lolls out. you feel a firm hand cup at your jaw, fingers steadying your stance with the gentleness of the pad of his thumb grazing at your skin. the coolness of silver jewellery blends alarmingly well with the heat emitting from his trailing touches up the column of your neck.

when the tip of your tongue lands on the corner of the rolling paper, you’re hit with a distinctive earthy taste– one that has you delirious in its addictive familiarity. the tobacco darkens as it soaks in your saliva, your tongue swiping from one corner to another. 

you don’t miss the way he stares at your every movement, lust and desire swimming in hypnotic violet orbs. choso watches you with want, thumb hooking at your bottom lip when you pull away from the rolling paper, a filthy string of saliva connecting between you and the backwood.

“there’s my good girl.” he praises your good work, honeyed words rumbling out of his chest like a mantra. he runs the pad of his thumb at your bottom lip, collecting some of your fallen drool at his skin. the warmth of his palm at your cheek has you leaning into his touch, nuzzling your nose into his palm as siren eyes return his sensual gaze back.

choso is a very weak man whenever it comes to you. you remain mute, the slow fluttering of your lashes and the intensity of your gaze doing the speaking for you. he can feel your panties dampening against the material of his sweats, leaving a trail of your arousal at his thigh. he had done light foreplay on you earlier– certainly not enough to get you this wet, but he supposes you’re just as weak as he is– and greedy too.

“promise i’ll take care of you baby– just the way y’love it,” he reassures you, lightly nipping at your lip with his thumb and forefinger. he rolls the plushness in between his digits and tugs on it lightly, much to your dismay, if the way you pouted said anything.

“but let’s get some sativa in your system first, hm? ‘s gonna have you feelin’ like y’re floatin’.”

he pulls away from your face in favour to steady his hold on the blunt, before bringing it to his own lips. he never once looks away from you, his eye contact so prominent it nearly makes you shy when he drags his own tongue to coat the paper where you once had. 

his pink tongue seals the blunt together eloquently and with practised ease, pupils blown and strong as they stare into yours. you see the twinkle of the shiny jewellery sitting in the muscle, tauntilizing you.

you can’t help it when you bite your bottom lip, core tightening in lust and envy, as you soon wish he’d been going down on you this way. all clear and focused– though his tongue control is precise and messy with spit. 

you huff, hands caressing at his bare pecs, gently scratching his skin beneath your nails. it sounds silly as soon as the sentence leaves your lips, but the subtle grinding of your hips into his reveals the truth behind your words before they need to come out. “stop teasing– thought you were s’posed to be nice t’me, cho.”

he pulls away from the blunt, tilting his head in confusion at your statement. “but baby– i am nice to you.” his fingers maneuver the blunt with care, sealing it with ease. you watch with a pout as he sighs, twirling the joint between his knuckles, before leaning back into the couch, though his hands never trail too far from your body.

you narrow your eyes at him, never wavering and choso chuckles at your impatience, running a hand through wild locks. “alright, alright– ‘m sorry baby, now c’mere and let’s light this shit up. ‘m ready to fuck you stupid now.”

those were just the words you’d been wanting to hear, and if you eagerly whipped out the lighter from where they sat in the crevice of your breast, your boyfriend makes no note to comment on it. you roll your thumb and watch the fire ignite to life, flames showcasing a mesmerzing blend of a fiery red and orange. 

when choso places the blunt in between his mouth, you know that’s your cue, bringing the flames to the adjacent end. the crisp sound of your blunt burning as it glows a cherry red tells a tale– with furrowed brows, choso inhales the smoke the blunt releases and feels as it fills his lungs. you pull the lighter away from him, chucking it to the side of the couch, before redirecting your attention to your boyfriend.

you watch dreamily as he parts his mouth and ghost inhales, the cloud of smoke compressed and it vanishes as quick as it came. he stares at you with low lidded eyes, tilts his head to the side as beckons you to come closer with two fingers. the smile that creeps at your face mirrors his own, a charming smirk etched onto his flushed out face. you comply with his unspoken request, leaning forward and pressing your chest against his own. 

his hand cups at your jaw and slides his lips over yours, and you mimic his movements, accepting the warmth of smoke that was exhaled into your mouth. you feel your lids close at the euphoric feeling, your body conditioned to the bliss brought by sativa weed, limbs already falling limp. it doesn’t help when you feel his hand creep in between your thighs, knuckles teasing rubbing at your clothed clit and fingers toying with the flimsy material of your panties.

you moan, arching your chest into his as your back dips into a beautiful curve– you drag your hips forward, your body chasing after the source of this euphoria stroking at your swollen bundle of nerves. he soothes the ache at your pussy, rubbing at your damp folds with his forefingers, knuckles glistening with your arousal.

“can you hold this for me, doll?” choso grumbles, voice low and deep, and reverbrets against your chest. he hands you the blunt, and it nearly escapes your grasp when he redirects his focus to your cunt, pushing the flimsy material aside. you gasp when the cool air of the living room breezes past your folds, and you clench your pussy around nothing at the sudden exposition.

your clit drools slick down his lap, and choso watches with blown pupils as you drip down his thighs. you’re borderline embarrassed by his sudden quietness, but the way he darts his tongue across his bottom lip and the hardness of his cock stirring to life against your inner thigh says enough.

your hand is shaky as you bring the blunt to your lips, stomach tightening as you desperately chase his fingers once more with your hips, “mmh, hurry up baby– needa feel you right now!”

“i know, i know. . .” his breath is warm in the crook of your neck, lips latching at the supple flesh of your jugular. he nips and nibbles at your skin, inhaling your musk and letting it simmer in all of his senses. you’re smooth and soft– though littered in bites and hickeys, you’re still as perfect as they come, and if you continued to tell him what to do in that breathless voice you put on– there’s no telling how his body would betray him. he’s still a man at the end of the day.

the butt of your blunt glows red as you suck, inhaling a hefty amount of smoke. once enough has entered your system, you pull the blunt away and let the sativa course its way into your veins– the blissful sentiment of peace and lightweightedness simmering in your bones. your body soon begins to feel limp, out of your control in a way that doesn’t stress you but instead turns you on– every emotion felt amplified off the drug.

it’s as if you feel him everywhere at once–his fleeting touches begin from your backside, and he rubs the softness of your bare thighs, trails his hands up to your navel and lands on your chest, groping the plush mounds against your lace bra. his breathing against your collarbone turns moist as he coats your skin in saliva, sensual kisses at all of your sensitive areas leave goosebumps where his kisses follow. he’s everywhere, and his touches feel electrifying against your hot skin, sending jolts of shivers down your spine. 

“ngh– feels ‘s gooddd,” your words begin to slur, heavy on your tongue but mind incredibly light. you rut your hips against his fingers like a dog in heat, the contact between his fingertips rubbing at your clit at this angle driving your brain to mush. he was hardly doing anything, and the most minimal contact in this state had already stupid.

“yeah, that’s right mama. . . just relax and lemme take care of you.”  he slips in his middle and ring fingers first, past your folds and into your warm cave. you whine, body tensing as your muscles clamp down on his digits. the intrusion feels overwhelming despite past experience, but is definitely welcomed, as he works into your pussy, knuckles rubbing at the spongy walls entrapping him in.

the blunt sizzles and soon enough dies as it's shared between you both, taking enough hits to equally share the high. choso multitasks between accepting the puff you blow into his mouth and scissoring your tight cunt open, preparing you for upcoming events. he’s painfully hard as the sativa in his blood rushes all the way to his shaft– it sits bricked and heavy against his thigh, and you’re drooling and whining, gripping at his biceps and tugging at his locks just the way he likes it– he’s battling demons to avoid creaming his pants.

he watches you through low lidded eyes, and how your body reacts to each drag of his fingers into your cunt. he takes his time with you– fingering your pussy knuckles deep with precision, every stroke with intention and desires to make you come undone. your thighs tremble and your back arches, your head hangs back as your arms tighten around his neck, pulling him deeper into your embrace. you’re oddly more vocal, jaw slackened as words babble past your lips and dissipate into thin air.

he knows your body inside out, and so when he curls his fingers and repeatedly abuses your golden spot, he anticipates the squeal you let out, fingernails clawing at his mahogany tresses as your folds latch greedily onto his fingers. your squelches fill the room, a naturally produced sound so filthy it makes his mouth run dry and balls tighten pervertedly.

“‘s coming– oh god cho, fuuuck, ‘m cumming– hnng!” you moan as the knot in your stomach finally snaps and releases the dam. and when the orgasm does hit you, you swear you feel an out-of-body experience, momentarily. your mind is fuzzy, clouded with weed and the ultimate desire to cum– and for the slightest moment, you think about absolutely nothing at all.

your orgasm is pulled right out of you as is your soul, all in the hands of your lover as he draws you to that orgasmic finish line. you feel tingles creep at every extremity of your limbs, a buzz striking you from the top of your head to the top of your toes, as your cunt clenches down and leaks your fluids all over his sweats. you grind against his fingers, coming down from that high as your skin fleets tremors of electricity.

from beneath you, choso gawks at your beauty. you’re stunning– skin flushed from marijuana and tacky from sweat accumulating but god, you looked like you were glowing. lips parted and glossy, whining and voice throaty as it broke into melodic moans. “my beautiful girl– makin’ a mess all over me. . . go on princess, lemme know who’s makin’ you feel this good, yeah?” 

“‘s youuu, only you baby– makin’ it s-so good!” you nod your head, sating his ego as you babble your answer. drool leaks past your lips and dribbles to your chin, trailing downward to the crevice of your boobs.

it’s only then he realises the state of your chest and expertly unclasps the bra with a hand. with your chest now freed, they bounce from the sudden release, and the buds immediately harden from the coolness of the breeze in the room. it’s a no-brainer when choso latches his lips around the stiff bud, nipping and sucking at your nipple while his other hand works at massaging the tender mound.

he moans greedily around your chest, his tongue flat and heavy against your skin as he savours the taste of your skin. he feels as though his senses are heightened– every particle of your body leaves a distinct taste on his tongue, one that is so undoubtedly you, that his cock strains in his sweats, a damp spot amongst the other ones on his lap from where his tip leaks beads of pre come against his lap.

“chosooo,” you whine, your hand slithering between your bodies and trailing down to the string of his sweatpants. despite having just came, your hunger for his dick grows the longer you wait, and so you take matters into your own hand.

time feels rather still, and you can’t tell if you’re actually moving or not– all slump in his hold, but you suppose you managed to grab ahold of his cock when you feel him release your tit with a pop! in favour of hissing at the contact. you’ve gathered slick at your fingertips, fisting around his lengthy dick before slowly pumping the inches.

your fluids lube his dick and ease the slide, your palm rubbing at the underside of his cock. you stroke him languidly, working your way up and down, fingertips reaching his tip and kneading at his slit with your thumb. choso jerks his hips up, always having been a victim to caving in to your touch. his abdominal muscles tense as he pants heavily, sweaty chest rising up and down.

“b-baby, if you keep– fuck, goin’ like that, ‘m gonna finish t-too soon.” he holds at your wrist, but makes no actual attempt to stop you. his skin flushes pink and his matted baby hairs stick to his forehead from sweat building at his hairline, eyebrows pinched in focus.

you hum, interlocking your fingers with his, continuing the jerking of his cock. you lean into his touch, resting your forehead against his and let your eyes fall shut. the sounds your boyfriend lets out from light touching alone makes your pussy wet in arousal yet again, roaring and eager to be filled to the brim with his cum. 

“c’mon babyyy,” choso whines, hips rutting into both of your holds. his breath is warm and fans your face, lips ghosting right over yours as you feel the vibrations of his words land on your mouth. his eyes are hazy and you’re certain he’s somewhere floating on the same dimension you’d been when you were cumming just a while ago. “needa c-cum in your, ngh, pretty pussy–”

the guttural moan that chokes out of his throat doesn’t compare to the rush of hot cum that fills your inside as soon as he bottoms out. purple orbs roll to the back of his skull and he lifts his hips up, forcing you to elevate with him as you moan from the penetration. his cock pulsates and spurts loads of creamy cum into your pussy, balls tightening and releasing all the semen he had to offer. his hands grip your ass so tightly, you’re certain he’ll leave bruises.

“motherfucker, shit y/n, y’can’t just– oh fuckin’- ‘s so good, god baby!” curses slip past his lips, body seizing as every single muscle contracts from his orgasm. he’d never felt anything like it before– his toes curled, thighs trembling and balls painfully tight.

he’d never get used to how life-altering nestling in your cunt was, no matter how many times he’d break your pussy open. at the end of the day, you held the most power and control over him, clamping down on his cock so tightly, damn near snatching his soul out through his slit.

his whole body is shuddering, pink lips parted and you lean forward to slot your own lips against his, immediately licking at the roof of his mouth. he moans into you, hands moving up from your thighs to hold at your lower body and kneads the skin delicately, bringing you impossibly closer to him. he can feel your heartbeat thudding through your ribcage, and something about the closeness of your bodies indulges in the intimacy of the matter.

you pull away just barely, the both of you gasping as a string of saliva connects the bottom of both of your lips. you plant your palms against his pecs and push him to rest against the back of the sofa. he’s sprawled against the couch, but once more, his hands never leaving your body as they feel up on your backside. he stares at you in anticipation, chest heaving as he collects himself– he needs to get it together for your pleasure, it’s never about him but solely about you.

 “y’better be ready for more. . .” you warn him, shifting your hips up as you feel him semen trickle out of your cunt and leak down to the base of his shaft. he winces when you slowly rock your hips, grinding back and forth on his sensitive dick. “‘cause ‘m far from finished baby– finish what you started.”

“you a-already know this dick ‘s all yours, love, so ride it like y’mean it,” his hands grip at the fat on your hips, guiding your body on his with his help. “don’t shy away now, princess.” it’s effortless, as he’s a rather strong man, and he helps you work your way back and forth, up and down, clockwise circles on his dick. he watches as you soak in the pleasure, head thrown back without a single care in the world, riding him like you needed to cum more than anything. 

your breast ricochet with each bounce, jiggling as you hop up and down on his dick. the sounds your pussy makes are fucking lewd– squleches of his cum and your juices mixing at the base of his cock, the sound of your ass clapping echoes loudly, and lest he forgets the way your moans fuse into broken laughs, as if you’ve gone delirious already. as if he’s merely your sex toy, and you’re milking the shit out of him for your own pleasure. 

your clit drags at his pelvis when you switch angles, and when you claw at his pectorals, his nipples get caught in your fingers– he’s remarkably embarrassed by the way he mewled at the frottage. your thighs strain as your movements never cease, your pussy sliding down his length entirely, covering every inch of his cock in your fluids. the circumference of the base of his dick is encircled in suds– a mixture of his cum and your slick, the blend sticking at your cunt and inner thighs with every bounce.

tears build in your lash line from the overwhelming pleasure, as your gut is knocked with a familiar tightening sensation. choso held onto the mounds of your ass tightly, whether it’d been to ground you from moving or holding onto dear life, you couldn’t tell, but he’d planted his heels to the carpet on the floor and decided he wanted in on it. 

he fucks up into while you grind down– the synchronisation of your movements hitting harder as he’s penetrating deeper into you from this angle. your jaw slackens and your lids rest shut, your body working onto his shaft to bring you to that blissful orgasm. his cock sits heavy and pulsates against your walls, and everytime you arch your back in that specific way, you feel the tip of his dick kiss at your cervix.

it’s all too much, you’re uncertain if you can handle that constant pounding into your sweet spot– it brings stars and galaxies behind your lids, and you feel your soul being pulled to the core of the earth, limbs utterly useless as they fall prey to numbness. 

your arms give out before you notice, but you don’t miss the stinging feeling in your scalp at your hair being pulled. you do notice choso has your hair in his grip, holding you up while his other hand pulls your body flush against his. his arm is securely wrapped around your waist, and your back arches as your vision is now limited to the ceiling of your house.

“just, fuck, hold on– promise ‘m gonna get you there, yeah?” he grumbles, breath hot and his voice low as it resonates against the shell of your ear. you mewl and nod your head, hands clawing at his biceps for support. he’s big and beefy beneath your touch, veins prominent and bulging at his pale skin.

choso holds weight to his promise as he slams into you, hips rutting up as he bottoms out entirely into your warm cunt. you scream as he pounds into your pussy, breast bouncing in his face as the skin of his thighs meet your ass in a loud echo. he feels his entire being crumble beneath you, stomach tightening the more you squeeze down on him and cry out his name.

his thrusts are fast and deep– you feel him all in your stomach, puncturing your womb roughly as you’re stuffed with his semen and cock, balls deep. the room reeks of sex and marijuana, but the odour is oddly comforting– so familiar that when a dribble of your sweat lands on his tongue as he laps up at your neck, the salty taste of your fluids drives him into a frenzy.

and it’s as if your souls truly are connected, because your body tenses and all of your muscles clench as you release your juices all over his lap when his semen also intrudes your womb once, rushes of hot cum flooding your pussy. 

your moans blend into one, resonating a beautiful harmony into the stillness of your house, as it disappears into the darkness of the night. tears stream down your cheeks and you’re shuddering against him, your body jerking and stuttering in his hold while he empties his load yet again into you. his balls squeeze when you kegel on him, squirting as you clench your ass, grinding down on him to drag out the high even longer.

“perfect fuckin’ pussy– mine, a-all mine, wanna fuck you full of my nut—oh god, fuckin’ love you baby, jus’ take it all f’me— good girl.”

i still don’t like this or him.

#stargirl★rena. #www.tumblr.com/satorena #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #choso kamo x reader #choso x reader #choso kamo smut #choso smut #choso kamo x you #choso kamo x y/n #choso kamo x female reader #choso x you #choso x y/n #choso x female reader #x reader

[satorena]

❝ 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 ! ❞

꒰ FEATURING ! ꒱. g. satoru, f. toji, g. suguru, s. ryomen

꒰ CONTENT WARNINGS ! ꒱. i warn them next to each character name so that’s all covered ! very little plot, in fact the need of piercings isn’t even necessary but wtv :P oh and the reader’s referred to girly pet names and has a vagina.

serena’s note. i’m in due of new piercings i dunno ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ ☆

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔—tongue piercing, blowjob, deepthroating, cum eating

“show it off for me pretty baby—yeahh, just like that,”

you complied to his order, slipping out his dick from your hallowed cheeks, every inch of his shaft coated in your saliva. you gasped as your throat was rid of its fullness, tears streaking down your cheeks and drool pooling at the corner of your mouth.

a string of spit connected from your bottom lip to his rosy tip, blushing an angry red as he leaked salty pre come. your wrist twists as your hands work up and down his dick, the messiness of the situation serving useful as lube.

“c’mon baby—fuck, show me your pretty jewelry, hm?” gojo begs, hand cupping your stained cheek, thumb brushing over your moist skin.

you nod your head, before sticking your tongue out through swollen lips, the silver ball pierced into the muscle now in sight. you lower your head, tongue still lolled out as you grab the base of his cock and slap his tip at it a few times.

you watch gojo unravel at the sight, the coolness of your jewelry sending him to mush. “shittt, fuck yeah baby, need your pretty mouth back on it—suck me off like the good girl you are, hah,” you feel his hand trail from your cheek to the back of your neck, urging you forward back onto his dick.

you opt to tease him, leaning forward and encircling his cock with your tongue, dragging the jewelry all over his sensitive skin, your free hand slowly jerking off inches you weren’t reaching yet.

“mmhm,” you moan at the taste, lifting your gaze to watch the man before you. he’s wincing through gritted teeth, his grip from your nape to your hair in a tight hold, hips twitching up in attempt to get more attention on his throbbing length.

“quit teasin’ me, baby,” gojo groans, hips now raised up to full extent and the clench of your throat restricting around his cock has him moaning pathetically.

tears cloud your vision as his tip reaches the back of your throat, but you work your way up and down his dick, bobbing your head in motions you knew drove him to insanity. you gripped his thighs as support, gagging sounds filling the bedroom mixed in with the melody of gojo’s whines and pleas.

the coolness of your tongue piercing dragging up his veins, in contrast to the warmth of your velvety mouth, plump lips latching at his cock tightly drove him to spiral, his gut coiling and limbs liquifying as he was washed over with pure euphoria.

his hold on your hair tightened and the sting at your scalp had you moaning around his dick, amplifying his pleasure tenfolds. “shit baby—always suckin’ me off so well, fuck, ‘s like you were made to suck dick—my dick—your mouth feels’good, losin’ my mind here—fuckkk!”

your jaw was at its wit’s end, aching as it split open to welcome gojo’s dick with ease. your eyes trailed down as your spit dribbled from his tip to his ballsack, before coming back up to stare at him with an innocent gaze, one that would surely want to fuck your throat on his own accord.

seemed you knew him too well, as he suddenly sits up from the edge of the bed, feet planted on the floor, pushing you back to align you perfectly with his dick. his dick slips out your mouth and you cough, gasping for air from the sudden puncture and removal in such a short period of time.

“need to fuck your throat—see you beggin’ for it, with those slutty fuckin’ eyes,” his cerulean eyes darken with lust, a feral look blown in his pupil and you brace yourself for the worst. “don’t you worry—i’ll give you exactly what you want. say ahh~”

still stuck on gasping for air, your jaw already slackened and there shimmers your pretty jewelry—as he rams his dick back into your throat, reaching as far until your body jerks in a deep gag. he’s got one firm hand griping your hair in a ponytail while the other keeps you in place at your nape.

his hips thrust wildly into your mouth, excessive sounds of shlurp! filling the room as your throat restricts around his length, pool of saliva slipping past your lips and staining your thighs.

“atta girl—fuck baby, ‘m gonna cum down your throat—have you gaggin’ and chokin’ on my nut—y’love this nasty shit dontcha—shit!—y’love it when i use you like the cumdump you are, yeah? mmh,”

mouth too full to answer, you allow the roll of your eyes to the back of your head and your muffled moans to do the talking for you. you’d grown painfully wet the entire seance, loving whenever he’d go feral on you with no restraint.

you hallowed your cheeks as his tip rocked back and forth against your tongue piercing, and judging by the pinch in his brows and the contracting of his abdomen muscles, you knew he would be cumming.

“that’s the fuckin’ spirit pretty girl—you better swallow every last drop—yeah, swallow that shit, hnng, milk me for what i’m worth—shit y/n!”

his final act, pushing your head all the way down—till your nose reaches to snowy white pubes, your loudest gag yet as he empties himself down your throat. he keeps you locked in place and your throat tightens around his length, your fingernails digging into his thigh muscles.

when his dick twitches in your mouth uncontrollably, he pulls you off, watching as you cough violently, nasty strings of fluids connecting from your mouth’s entrance to his dick, just how he loved it—sloppy head.

“fuckkk,” he sighs dreamily, grabbing his own cock and tapping the excess drops against your jewelry, now stained white with his cum. your eyes are teary and doed, and he swears you’ve never looked prettier.

“we gotta do that shit again.”

𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈—clit piercing, belly bulging, creampie, overstimulation

“you went and got this slutty piercing without me? let another man spread your legs and play with yer pussy and felt no sympathy for toji’s feelings?”

said man held his dick tight in his fist, aligning it with your pussy, right above where your freshly pierced clit was, and rubbed his tip all over your bundle of nerves.

you mewled and cried, your orgasm having just hit you from his mouth alone and he overstimulated you, punishing you for having let another man touch you. your back arched off the mattress and you felt your jaw slacken, mouth into an ‘o’ shape as toji abused your worn out clit.

“n-no, toji please—need your dick inside, mmh, need to feel you inside daddy!” you babble aimlessly, hand sneaking in between your thighs to reach at his cock, stroking it up and down, begging to have it reach places inside you knew would have you seeing stars.

“and just why should i give you what you want?” toji teases you, his free hand swiping your hand away. “my feelings are hurt doll, what tells you you deserve to cum on my dick, hm?”

you shake your head, desperation washing over you as you failed to voice out that not only had it been a girl that pierced, but he was fully aware you were going to get this piercing. toji was messing with you to make you beg, and you would be damned to not reach that peak pleasure over a matter of pride.

“‘m sorry daddy—wasn’t thinking, but i won’t do it again, i swear!” you plead, toes curling as the stimulation on your clit jewelry began heating up pleasure in your gut. you felt yourself lose your composure, “please toji—wanna be fucked like your slut! need to be taught a lesson, was very bad—teach me what happens to disobedient sluts—fuuckkk!”

you cut yourself off as one of your legs are thrown over his broad shoulders and the other wraps around his waist. toji bottoms out inside, leaving you no room to breathe or prepare yourself, before lifting his hips up and roughly slamming them into yours.

your body jerks up to his powerful thrusts, your head pushing up into the headboard as pleasure washes over your limp limbs. you feel his dick stretch your cunt deliciously, the drag of his dick in and out your silky folds sending your mind in a frenzy.

“you wanna be fucked like a slut? i’ll fuck you like a goddamn slut—no cummin till i finish first, that oughta teach ya a fuckin’ lesson,” toji grins beastly, dick all in your guts as he pistons his hips wildly. your breast jiggle to each rough thrusts as you grope on them, eyes rolled to the back of your head.

letting his eyes trail down, he fixates on the way the grinding of his dick at your pussy expands your lower stoa h, the shape of his cock visibly showing through your stomach. he feels an animalistic sense filter through him as your jewelry shimmers back at him, almost insultingly.

he sends a glob of spit at your pussy, landing perfectly at your clit before thumbing at it. you whine out his name, the grip on your breast tightening as your toes curl in his peripheral.

“greedy fuckin’ cunt—suckin’ me in, shit, love it when i dick you down like a whore, ain’t that right mama?” you feel his balls slap at your pussy, thrusts relentless as they bruise and bully at your cervix. you feel his tip kissing your womb and you swear you start seeing double.

“love it daddy,” you nod your head, feeling so full you felt him everywhere. your pussy latched onto his dick greedily, tears at your lash line as you hoped your grip would have him nutting quickly—you already felt your orgasm approaching but he was in a mood tonight.

the sound of your skin clapping one against another played as background noise, your wetness splurting as toji dicked you down, occasional teeth biting at your plush skin. too many different stimulations—from your g-spot being attacked relentlessly to your puffy clit being rubbed on simultaneously—had your tongue loll out in white blinding pleasure.

suddenly grabbing ahold of both your legs, toji pushes the back of your thighs towards your chest, to which you grab onto shakily, “keep em’ spread—fuck up and ‘m leaving you hanging dry, got it?”

you nod your head and when he holds onto the headboard, your voice comes out brokenly as you beg for more and more, his stroke game increasing tenfolds. he fucks into you like he’s got something to prove, occasionally grinding at specific angles that have your pierced clit rubbing at his pubic area.

his brows are cinched, matted hair sticking to his forehead, “shit—gonna cum, have my way with my pussy, mark it dirty and white with my kids. nobody will ever come this close to makin’ you feel this good, you hear me?”

truth be told, you hardly heard him, focusing instead of how your right leg shook excessively whenever he angled his hips at that angle that toyed at your spongey walls deliciously.

“best fuckin’ pussy in the world—all jewelled and pretty for daddy, shit, gonna breed it so good, have you leakin’ and swollen, full of me—y’gonna let me fuck you full, yeah?”

he goes unanswered when instead you cream on his dick, back arching as the dam breaks. you broke his rule, you’re both aware, but he cums with you—deep groan erupting from his chest as he flows his semen deep inside your womb, pulling out of your warm cave to stroke himself off atop your pierced clit, painting your pussy white of him.

“shit—what a slutty cunt, damn near snatched my soul.”

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔—dermal piercing, backshots, marijuana comsumption

“uhn uhn—don’t you stop princess, remember what i told you?”

you did in fact remember, but your arms ached as you griped tightly onto your sheets, back arched perfectly as you pushed your ass back to meet his hips.

suguru landed a firm blow to your ass, before raising his other hand to his lips, inhaling the blunt deeply before exhaling with a relaxed sigh, at the buzz that ran course in his body intertwining with your pussy enveloping his dick from top to bottom.

your ass recoiled and bounced on his pelvic area mesmerizingly, the two jewels that sat pierced in your lower back sending geto in a frenzy he knew he needed sated before he lost his composure.

the base of his dick was coated with your essence, a creamy pearly ring of slick encircling his shaft as you slide back and forth on his girth. you whined and complained, begging him to have pity on you, but he was satisfied with his things were going.

“can’t handle takin’ charge, even for a little bit? that’s mean baby, i wanna relax too,” he dragged his hand all over the smoothness of your ass, admiring your flesh as it bounced back, speaking to him in a language he felt too familiar with.

“suguru—baby please,” you beg him, tilting your head back and giving him doe eyes, never letting up on your chase to your orgasm. as quick as you attempted to set a pace, it could never match up to the way he fucked you.

the butt of his blunt began dying in his hand with how long he stared at you with red eyes. at the end of the day, you were his girl and whatever you wanted from him you got. he shakes the ash off his blunt before setting it in between his lips, freeing his hands so they can hold at your waist.

“my spoiled princess,” suguru sighs, a faint smile on his lips as he finally allows you the pleasure you searched for, hips pushing up to meet halfway to your bounce.

you moaned at how deep he was, from a single thrust, and you feel yourself melt into your mattress. your skin tacky from sweat, cheeks flushed from the sativa weed coursing through your system, you felt yourself float to cloud nine as your pussy got fucked at a sensual and deep pace.

your pussy fit his cock snuggly, swallowing him greedily and entirely, while he blew out your back. your arms stretched forward and gripped your sheets, releasing your feelings into the tightening of your fists.

toes curling in ultimate pleasure, you feel your soul leaving your body as geto lifts a leg up to the bed and angles his hips. with ease, he finds your golden spot and does you the pleasure of attacking that same area, enthralled by the tremors of your body whenever he pulls out almost entirely just to slam himself back in.

“sugu—yes, oh yes baby—so fuckin’ deep!” you moan, slipping your hand between your thighs to reach at his balls, and you cup them to massage the pair. you hear him whimper behind you, and suddenly the grip on your waist tightens.

geto throws his head back, loose hairs from his messy bun framing his hairline gracefully, “fuckin’ hell pretty, y’got the best pussy in the world—so warm and tight, shit, tryna make cum quick, aren’t ya?”

you whimper at his words, lifting up to your elbows to turn around and catch his gaze once more. backshots were a personal favorite for him ever since you’d gotten your dermals, but you both admittedly missed seeing each other’s facial expressions during sex.

geto spots your siren eyed stare, low lidded from the weed finally settling, and he drags another hit of his blunt into his lungs. he inhales deeply, before killing the blunt on his ash tray, and leans forward to plant his lips onto yours, exhaling the smoke when you part your lips.

the push forward shifts your position, and you exhale the cloud of smoke shakily. with a soft hum, geto kisses the crown of your sweaty head, his tone gentle “good girl.”

now bent over your back, his strokes turn into grinding, his dick reaching even deeper inside as it massages into areas you’d never reach on your own. your arms tremble as your head hangs low, tears building in your lash line from the pleasure built up.

the intimacy of the newfound position mixed with geto’s heavy breathing at your ears, praising you and your pussy for taking him in so well, the substance abuse clouding your senses, the knot in your stomach snaps and you flood the sheets, squirting your liquids all over yourself, him and your bed.

“thereeee we go,” geto encourages you, hips never letting up as they drag you through the highs of euphoria. he keeps fucking into you, eyes narrowed in on the way your jaw slackened and your eyes shut close, pussy pulsating around his cock desperately.

“this dick is all yours baby, cream on it and mark it yours—fuck, keep doin’ that shit, wanna be soaked in your juices—hah, yeah that’s it—there we fuckin’ go.”

𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍—nipple piercings, cowgirl riding, degradation, impact play, nipple play

“you’re boring me brat—pick up the pace and quit being lazy cause i ain’t fuckin’ you,”

sukuna rested his head against his hand in an attempt to be perceived as annoyance, all four eyes casted up to your fucked out face. your glossy eyes crossed to the centre of your face as your jaw fell and had your tongue lolled out your mouth.

“is it too much for you?” sukuna mocked, barking a laugh as one of his arms reach for your derrière, roughly slapping the globe, before cupping and jiggling the flesh in his big hand.

you hear words but they hardly register as you bounce up and down his unreasonably big dick. you swear you feel him past your intestines and somewhere near your stomach, your pussy clenching tightly around him as you attempt to fuck yourself for the both of you.

your hands appear small as they hold onto his broad shoulders for stability, your head limp and jerking with each bounce on his lap.

sukuna smirks, two more of his arms coming up to pinch at both of your tits, focusing his attention on the stiff buds that pierced with gold jewelry. he tweaks at the bud, pinches and twists painfully, “i assumed a grown girl able to get her nipples pierced like a filthy whore would also be able to take my dick, but i guess i was wrong.”

you wish you could counter and disagree with his statement, prove him wrong and ride him into a whole new dimension that he’d grip onto the arms of his seat and throw his head back as he emptied loads of his semen inside your tight cunt. unfortunately for you, your thighs ached from over exhaustion as your tits were being fondled aggressively and if his fourth arm continued to thumb at your clit, you’d be cumming yet again on his dick while leaving him high and dry.

“sh—shut the fuck up,” you slur out, eyes narrowing as you try to glare at him, but they shut completely when his hand roughly slaps your cheek, head jerking to the side. shamefully, you let out a moan at the impact, the stinging feeling having your clamp tightly on his cock.

“watch your fuckin’ tone,” sukuna warns you, fingers gripping your jaw as he forces your head down to look at him. your watch him with angry eyes, and it undoubtedly turns him on when you grind your hips back and forth, almost in retaliation.

“or what?” you challenge him back, despite knowing there really wasn’t much in your favour as of now. you enjoyed being bratty because sukuna always handled your attitude correctly.

“or i’ll strap you to this seat and leave your gapin’ pussy untouched, beggin’ to cum while i have you watch me fuck somebody else. you want that?” he growls, eyes boring into yours and you know he’s being serious. you swallow your pride and roll your eyes but nod in understanding, and so he leans back into his seat. “now keep at it—still haven’t came close to cumming, selfish girl.”

in the midst of it all, you ride and hop and bounce on his monstrous cock, feeling your body being split open at the intrusion of his dick penetrating areas you were certain were unhealthy. the pain felt too pleasurable to stop, and so you greedily fucked yourself to chase another orgasm.

leaned back in his throne, he watches you in faux unimpress, lips tugging into a cocky smirk whenever he’d pull at your nipples in a way that had your body jolting. he’d shove his fingers down your throat, have your saliva lube his digits and pull them out to slap and roughly play with your tender tits.

your back arches into his chest, and you feel his tongue peek through his stomach that stretches out to lick at your erogenous zone near your navel. your oversensitive nipples begin to feel numb, and you eagerly grab ahold of the back of sukuna’s head to pull him down closer to your chest.

what could’ve gotten you in deep trouble actually turned out for the better, as sukuna pops one of your nipples in his mouth, wet tongue circling the jewelry and moaning uncharacteristically at the taste. his other arm never ceases to fail to lack attention at your other boob.

“the only impressive thing about you is that rack of yours. all plump and pretty—shit, i hate to admit it but fuckin’ hell—you have no idea how turned on i’m getting from ‘em.”

it’s still fraudkuna 4 life btw.

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[satorena]

❝ 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 ! ❞

꒰ CONTENT WARNINGS ! ꒱ : explicit content, foul language, intern!reader, businessman!gojo, satoru’s a bit of a pervert in this one, and also really fucking annoying but he’s just in love fr, oral, slight breath play, unprotected sex, breeding. they fuck in an elevator, and i use a lot of italics here, oops!

serena’s note. he’s so fucking insufferable i want him so bad. also this 4.3k words. i’m so sorry.

oh but of course, since the odds were always against your favour, had you found yourself stuck in this incredulous predicament.

it’d been a long day of enduring misogynistic, narcissistic higher ups and pricks, and you wanted nothing more than to hop in your car and drive off home, hop in bed and sleep.

sounded like an ideal and realistic plan, until the sole purpose of your life’s oppression waltzed in seconds before the elevator’s doors shut, pearly white teeth flashing through a smug grin and icy blues shimmering through dark shades that rested atop his nose bridge.

you huffed, almost at your wit’s end as the elevator’s door automatically reopened at the unwanted presence detected in its sensory, and the tall frame steps in with slow strides and a stupid fucking smile on his lips, hands in the pockets of his slacks, striding as if he stepped out of vogue’s magazine.

“see somethin’ you like, wifey?” satoru chuckled, stepping side to side by your posed frame. why he chose to stand beside in this very unoccupied elevator, you’d never understand but you did know you weren’t going to entertain his bullshit today.

you bit back the insult that rested at the tip of your tongue, “floor?” your index finger hovered over the panel, waiting for him to tell you.

“same as yours,” gojo shrugged, to which you decided on closing the doors instead.

“what business you got on the 2nd floor?” you muttered, suspicions growing at the fact that he coincidentally had shit to do on the same floor as yours.

the boyish smirk he flashed you sent chills down your spine, “whatever business you got on that floor.”

you sighed exasperatedly, soon piecing together that gojo was certainly not going to the second floor to pack his belongings to head home, seeing as he was one of the higher ups that spent longer hours in the office when the interns’ shifts would end.

you pinch the bridge of your nose; “gojo.” you say his name, tone clipped and full of fatigue.

“y/n.” he answers back with your name, a flashy grin baring on thirty two teeth.

you breathe in deeply, reminding yourself to count to ten before you lost your shit. you step near the control panel and press on the main lobby floor, the first, where you decide to send him off. chances were he was heading down there to do his daily flirting with the new secretary hired anyway.

“did ya change your mind?” his voice spawns from right at your ear, and you still in shock at his proximity, noting he’s much closer to you than earlier. “we goin’ to the first floor instead?”

“we are not going anywhere.” you tilt your head to the side, glaring at him through your falsies. he shifts his own head, still fucking smiling, feigning ignorance. “you are going to the first floor, and i’m going to the fifth.”

his smile drops, finally, but at what cost? “why would i do that?” he has the nerve to genuinely sound confused, as if you were the one not making any sense out of this situation.

“why wouldn’t you?” you counter back, lifting an index finger to place atop his forehead, before pushing his head back, “don’t you got better shit to do? like harass a newbie and disguise it as flirting or somethin’?”

“is that not what i’m doing right now?” he jokes, grabbing the finger that pushed him back. you scowl, a bit upset at the fact you walked right into that one.

“besides,” he speaks up, directing your finger towards the control panel once more. “what if i had business on the… seventh floor?”

you furrow your brows, your own eyes watching as he uses your nail to press on the seventh floor button. you try to ignore how warm and soft his hands feel against your, in contrast to the coolness of his rings.

“orrrr,” he drags out, tightening the hold on your hand once more and raising your hand higher on the panel. “what if i had business on the thirteenth floor? maybe the ninth too?”

“gojo.” you warn him, clicking your tongue when realizing what game he’s starting to play at. you definitely don’t feel goosebumps form at your skin hearing his chuckle resonate right in your ear.

“that german intern’s a babe, ain’t she?” he hums pensively, his thumb rubbing circles at the center of your palm. “i might wanna see her too.” he brings your hand to the eight floor and applies enough pressure to see it illuminate.

“are you fucking kidding me?” you get annoyed, attempting to rip your hand away from his hold but fail, when you feel him creep even closer in your bubble, your ass undoubtedly pressing into his crotch.

your eyes widen, half shock half disbelief, a sudden appearance of what seems to be gojo junior stirring awake poking at your short skirt. oh fuck.

“or,” he whispers, minty breath sending jolts of electricity up your back. he drags your hand messily over the panel, about three fourths of the floors illuminating and you know you’re fucked. “maybe i wanna stay stuck in here with you…”

you blink back to reality, dismissing whatever possible emotion you were beginning to feel emerge in your core. with a sharp tug, you manage to free yourself from his grasp and turned on your heel to face the tall bastard.

“i’m gonna need you to back off and instantly—you fuckin’ creep.” you snarl, pointer finger pointing at him accusingly, hoping it sets an exemplary distance between you both.

gojo breaks into laughter, the kind that has his shoulders shaking and has him doubling over as if you’d just told him the world’s greatest joke. you watch him dumbfoundedly, your left eye twitching as he continued to ridicule you.

“fine, fine. sorry princess, i was just teasing.” he pushes his frames up to his hairline, messy strands of hair pushed out the way as he wipes a fake tear from the corner of his eyes.

you roll your eyes, pushing past him to make your way back to where you’d been prior to these stupid events. if you were gonna be stuck on this elevator ride longer than necessary because of the pit stops, you’d simply ignore him and hope he catches the hint.

you stare straight ahead at the elevator door, feeling the ride descend from the twentieth floor downwards. fuck that tall, stupid and rich bastard for dragging this elevator ride past its needed time limit.

from your peripheral, you make out his form leaning forward to catch your straight gaze. you were ignoring him and he knew, “you mad at me?”

you remain quiet, silently praying that at one of these next stops another worker would step in and ease the situation more.

gojo frowns, eyebrows pinched to the center his forehead, “c’mon, i was joking! honest! i really am sorry.”

the silence, safe for the elevator music, answered him everything he needed to know. you were always such difficult nut to crack, but what you failed to acknowledge was the more you pushed him away the more he grew attracted to you.

he sighs, before slinging his arm over your shoulders, dropping most of his body weight onto you. he watches as you nearly stumble from the sudden imbalance, before looking up to him with that adorable pout of yours that he wants to fuck out of you.

oops.

“what now, gojo?” you ask him with so much attitude, your expression bored. “can’t leave me alone for a single fucking elevator ride? you that obsessed with bothering me?”

“you got it all wrong,” gojo shakes his head, snow white tresses shaking with him and his shades falling right back to place on his nose. “i’m not obsessed with bothering you— i’m obsessed with you period. been obsessed since that time you chucked piping hot coffee on my givenchy button down.”

you frown deeply at that, reflecting at how long ago that had been. you knew what kind of guy he was. after all, who hadn’t heard of gojo satoru in this forsaken company? he dipped his dick in anything with a pulse and moved onto the next big thing whenever he got bored—

or so you’ve heard.

you stare at him for a minute, processing his words. he shamelessly stares back at you, now looping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side.

“see something you like, wifey?” he repeats himself, his favorite nickname for you making another appearance. you ignore how his hands stroke your bare arms.

you stifle a laugh, snorting incredulously at him before breaking into a full blown laughter. maybe you now understood why gojo had done the same just a little while ago, because the look of offence on his face had made the situation funnier than it was initially.

“what’s funny?! i’m here professing my feelings for you and you’re laughing?!” gojo complains like the manchild he is, dragging syllables and all, rosy lips falling into a pout.

“fuck— i’m sorry, did you think i was gonna believe that?” your laughter dies down, sighing deeply in attempts to catch your breath. “no, seriously, do you take me for an idiot?”

“believe it or not, it’s the truth,” he mumbles, leaning his chin at the top of your skull. “even ask nanamin. been treating him as my walking diary since suguru left.”

you don’t want to think about if that holds any truth or not. you tilt your head up, enforcing eye contact with him, “i think you’re confused. it’s definitely not love, or anything in between. you’re just horny and want to fuck me.”

“well,” he looks down, mouth salivating at the point of view presented of your breast, sitting up in all their glory in your blouse. “i won’t lie and say that isn’t true. but why is it so hard to believe i have feelings for you? i literally am obsessed with you, why else would i deliberately wast time and sit through all twenty floors here with you?”

speaking of, you look at the indicator and notice you’re only at the seventeenth floor. how slow was this damn ride? there’s absolutely no way you’d only been through less three floors this whole time? was time still in this elevator or what?

wait—

“oh shit.” you hear the man cuss. you fear that’s all the confirmation you needed, as your eyes pan towards the control panel and notice all the buttons are illuminating on and off.

silence fills the air, and you’re just realizing the elevator music had stopped playing. your luck bites, you decide, as you reevaluate all you wanted to do; grab your shit from the second floor and go the fuck home.

you try not to freak out, the fear of being trapped in an elevator period catching up to you mixed with anger rising in your blood at the blue eyed freak who’s the sole cause for this unfortunate situation.

“don’t freak out, but like,” he begins to speak, corner of his lips tugging into a sympathetic smile, “we’re definitely stuck here.”

he deserves the punch to the guts he gets.

“you sit your ass on that end of the room,” you push him to one extremity of the elevator. he’s doubled over, groaning in agony at the blow he received. “and i’ll be sitting here. do not, and i cannot stress this enough, talk to me.”

time flies really fucking slowly, you notice as you check your dying phone every five minutes, waiting for the damn maintenance of this place to do their job and get you out of this elevator.

gojo had complied to your demand and hasn’t said a word to you in about twenty minutes. his long legs sprawled across the floor, one leg raised as he rested his arm atop his knee.

you didn’t want to admit it, but you were getting bored. and hungry. very hungry, and uncomfortably hot. did the air conditioning in here cut off too? most likely, damn your life.

you sat as gracefully as you could in your tight skirt and heels, tucking your legs into chest in hopes your shins were covering your inner thighs. though, you weren’t certain if you were doing a good job, judging by the way you could feel gojo’s stare at you behind the shades and the way he shifted in his seat.

he tilts his head to the side, index finger swiping over his nose and he sniffs, “figures you’re the lace type.”

you feel all the fight flee your body, all but exhausted as you bite into whatever he chews. you needs entertainment, even if it came in form of a 6’3 imbecile with an outfit the cost of your rent.

“figures you’ve been staring at my panties this whole time, when else are you ever this quiet?” you clap back, making no motion to switch positions. besides, he was manspreading with his whole boner poking through his slacks and he remained shameless. why couldn’t you?

he smirks, lifting his hand and leaning his cheek in his palm, “i’ve spent the last twenty minutes thinking about the things i’d do to you if you’d let me.”

gojo was so fucking shameless, you hated how it turned you on at times. you must’ve been truly out of it, lack of food in your system or something, because your answer flies out of you almost too naturally, “show me your worst then.”

in the blink of an eye, you both find yourselves back on your feet, your back pressed against the wall of the elevator as your lips mold feverishly with his. gojo kisses you like he’s been wanting to do so for years, his strong arms wrapping around your middle and pushing your body tighter against him.

you’re no better, hands flying to the back of his neck and your nails tugging at messy locks. he moans against your lips at a particular tug, one hand slipping past your waist and slides up your thigh. he lifts your leg and wraps it around his hip, applying pressure into the middle of your legs.

“fuck,” you moan softly against pink lips, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. he hums, your bottom lip tucked in his teeth as he pushes up into you once more.

“feel good?” he mumbles against your lips, sneaking a few kisses while awaiting for your response. his hold on your thigh is firm, wanting to hold you in place to keep grinding into you and drawing these pretty sounds out of you.

you nod your head before throwing it back against the wall, to which his lips leave yours to attack at your neck. he’s kissing and licking and nipping at your sensitive skin, leaving dark love bites.

“you fuckin’ teenager,” you complain, knowing he was intentionally marking you in visible areas, so you’d be the next talk of the week. “just had to be there, didn’t it?”

“couldn’t help it,” you feel his smirk against your jugular, to which you roll your eyes. “you smell so fucking good here, shit, i could eat you up— actually…”

you snort as he pulls away from the crook of your neck, and you eye how dishevelled he looks. even with messy hair, saliva streaking his cheeks and swollen lips, he still looked fucking hot.

you don’t have much time to reflect on his beauty because he’s soon kneeling down in front of you, hands creeping up in your skirt and tugging down at your lace undergarment. it slides off your legs with ease, and is soon in his possession, to which he stuffs in his pockets.

“i will.” he finally completes his sentence, lifting your leg over his shoulder.

he holds a firm grip on your thigh as your skirt hikes up, and he feasts. his lips latch onto your lower ones and slurps up your juices. his tongue swipes at your wet folds, moaning at the taste, which drives you to mush.

you throw your head back, hands coming in contact with his tresses, expressing the delight you feel through the tugs at his hair. whenever you’d pull hard at his hair, he’d moan into your cunt, which would result in making you moan louder and pull harder, and the cycle repeats.

“f-fuck, hah—gojo,” you whine when you feel a single digit prod into your pussy. he multitasks with fucking you open with his finger while sucking at your clit and lapping up your juices.

“shit, mhm, keep going,” you push his head deeper into your legs, momentarily forgetting you’re cutting out his breathing circulation.

you then realize he truly doesn’t mind, as his eyes roll to the back of his skull and moans even more sinfully into your dripping pussy.

it didn’t take much more than a few extra fingers to drive you over the edge, and you spray your essence in his mouth as he happily swallows every single drop you offer to him. your thighs quake and you feel yourself lose balance but he makes sure to hold you still.

you ride your high on his face, breathing heavily as you come down from your orgasm. he pulls away from in between your legs, breathing heavily with a smitten smile on his lips. “bon appétit,” he jokes, using the back of his hand to wipe himself clean.

you snort at his childishness, “shut up and gimme a moment to return you the favour.”

and just like that, you find yourself now kneeling and gojo hovered over you. he stretched his arm to hold himself up against the wall while simultaneously watching you swallow his cock whole.

now, all cocky shit aside, gojo was nowhere near small sized. he packed a big one, and the fact that you were so confidently gobbling him up, head bobbing up and down on his length, hands twisting and jerking whatever you failed to reach.

“fuckfuckfuck—shiiit, dammit y/n, your mouth feels fuckin’ amazing,” gojo whines pathetically, leaning his forehead against the cool wall.

it unintentionally forces his tip deeper in your throat and you gag around him, throat constricting around his dick and fuck if his knees hadn’t buckled.

you knew gojo was a spontaneous man, so him suddenly reaching the back of your head and pushing you deeper on his dick shouldn’t have surprised you. you were now deepthroating him as he praised you endlessly, telling you how perfect you were taking him, how warm and tight your mouth felt, how he was going to cum if you kept playing with his balls.

when he does nut, your nose reaches his pubic hairs, curly white hairs ticking you as you inhale his musk in attempt to force yourself to suppress your gag. he cums a riverbank down your throat and naturally you swallow it all, pulling off him when he finishes and seeing a string of cum and saliva connect his blushing pink tip to your lips.

“fuck,” he chuckles breathlessly, hand laying atop of your head and patting your hair gently before sliding down to your jaw. his thumb strokes your skin, “come up here, wanna kiss you again.”

“sap.” you tease but lift yourself, knees wobbly but you manage.

you’re back to standing, and your hands quickly find themselves back to his nape, threading your fingers gently through his hair. he kisses you much less rushed but instead takes his time, savours the taste of him on your tongue as you taste yourself on his.

the kiss is sensual and sloppy, drool pooling at the corner of your lips as he kisses you like his lifeline depends on it. his hands slip at your ass, grabbing the mounds with handfuls.

he pulls away just slightly, wording against your lips “jump.”

you comply, jumping and he catches you gracefully, showing no signs of struggle. you wrap your legs around his waist and proceed to kiss him again, your back coming in contact with the wall. you feel him grind his hardening dick against your bare pussy, and if you had half your regular mind, you’d have been embarrassed by how badly you were dripping over him.

“‘m gonna fuck you now,” gojo mumbles against your lips, lips peppering kisses at the corner of your saliva coated mouth. “that good with you, princess?”

you give him a flat look, fingers still carding through his soft locks. “use your thinking skills and guess.”

he smiles at you, almost too sincere and raw, and you feel your eyes shy away from his gaze, focusing instead at the beauty mark marked at the base of his neck. “hey, consent is sexy, meanie.”

“the sexiest,” you feed into his bite, giggling when you feel him nuzzle his nose in the crook of your neck. his crown of hair tickles at your skin. “now hurry up.”

you surely don’t have to tell him twice as he pulls out of your neck and grabs the base of his dick, placing his tip at your pulsating hole and pushes inside.

the synchronization of both your moans blend into each others, as your gaze on one another never breaks. he watches you intently, blue eyes narrowing into your facial reactions, wanting to memorize every twitch of muscles in case this was ever his last opportunity to.

“mmhm—yes, baby,” you claw at his back, eyes droopy and hazy as he thrusts into you at a slow yet intense pace. if gojo noticed the term of endearment you slipped up, he made no show in pointing it out, and you were thankful.

the stretch of his cock at your pussy sent a fiery feeling spreading towards all of your limbs. the squelching of your pussy tightening and clenching at his dick filling the room. he soon picked up his pace, railing into you with every fibre in his body, loving the way your body bounced up in reaction to his thrusts.

he fucked you into that wall, dug so deep into your cunt you were sure you felt him in your stomach. well no wonder why women were obsessed with him, he was definitely a pleaser. a stinging bitter feeling momentarily crawled up your throat before dissipating when you caught his eyes staring at you with something you’d usually refer to as admiration.

“god, this pussy is heaven fucking sent—never had anythin’ like it—oh shit baby, gotta have more of this— gotta have more of you, please y/n—need this all the fuckin’ time,” he praised you like it was the only thing he knew how to do.

he was a verbal man, you knew, but it amplified during sexual activities. you shamefully moaned at every praise he threw at you, pussy clenching at his dick, warmth oddly settling in your chest. you scratched at his back, he bit into your shoulders, nipped at your lips and rammed your core.

in little to no time, you felt that tide of pleasure washing over you, your cervix unable to take anymore of his tip bullying into it.

“gojo, fuckkk, ‘m so fucking close!” you mewl brokenly, as tears stream down your cheeks from the overriding pleasure.

“satoru,” he breathes out, his name falling straight within earshot. his hips never give up, but his request is asked based off raw emotions, “call me satoru—please,”

your mind is running miles a minute, the tightening of your gut on the brink of snapping and spraying your dam yet again all over him.

he whimpers with his nose pressed at your jugular, his grip on your thighs so tight your bound to have bruises form soon, and your back begins to ache from repeatedly being pushed up against an uncomfortable surface.

but fuck, you were so fucking close.

“hnng—satoru!” you cry as your orgasm washes over you, rakes through your body from head to toe, muscles spasming in his hold.

you leak like a faucet, and he follows suit, moaning your name all brokenly, whimpering and whining in your ear as he pumps your pussy full of his cum. for a split second you feel your bodies merge into one, the orgasm so intense you almost forgot just who and where this was happening.

eventually, you both ride down from your highs, and satoru places you down to your feet, though never pulling out of you. his dick is snug in your warm walls, and he’s tempted to stay like this for longer, until you decide to speak.

“c’mon big guy, pull out.” you tap at his chest gently, pulling him out of his daydream. “we have no idea when maintenance’ll show up.”

he blinks slowly, nodding as he acknowledges your words. it’s almost a damn miracle they hadn’t shown up while satoru was fucking you, but now that the lust had faded away, you almost felt ashamed of yourself.

“yeah just— gimme a second.” he breathes to himself, silently wishing he’d been able to bask in the aftercare with you a little longer. he guesses he should’ve known better than to expect such in an elevator of all places.

you remain quiet and he hates it. did you regret it already? is he back to square one with you?

you bite your lip, “goj— satoru.”

he perks his head up and you swear you see his ears wiggle as if he were a dog. his eyes shimmer with hope and you don’t think he’s ever looked this pretty before, “what’s up?”

“i’m gonna need my panties back, you know.” you nod your head towards his pocket where your lace undergarments were stuffed. “they were my favorite.”

“what a shame, guess you’ll have to grab it another day.” he sighs dramatically, feigning despair. giggling, you feel his fingers drum at your bare waist, “say, maybe friday night around 7pm at your place?”

“guess i have no other choice, do i?” you sigh just as dramatically, pulling him closer by the collar of his wrinkly white button down. he grins so widely your cheeks hurt for him, or maybe they hurt for yourself as you reflected his grin.

“i don’t make the rules baby.”

this was definitely rushed but leave me alone 🖐🏾.

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[satorena]

❝ 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐘’𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 ! ❞

꒰ FEATURING ! ꒱ : geto suguru x fem!reader

꒰ CONTENT WARNINGS ! ꒱ : explicit content, mutual masturbation, lots of dirty talk, fwb!reader, phone sex, fingering, squirting, reader has a vagina and tattoos on her fingers.

serena’s note. based off the line “i touch myself just thinking about you” 🌬️

11:45pm: *2 photo attachments*

11:45pm: missin’ my pretty girl

it was almost painfully embarrassing how easily aroused two simple pictures could get you. it didn’t take much for your cotton panties beneath your oversized tee to get damp with slick, squeezing your thighs together to stimulate some sort of friction.

you stared for god knows how long at your phone screen, the bright light illuminating a mean and girthy dick you’re all too well accustomed to. its brown tip raging red and leaking pre come you’d familiarize yourself with. the bulging veins on the underside of his shaft peeked through sensitive skin, mimicking the veins on the owner’s hands and wrists.

simple details on the man, such as rings and bracelets and beauty marks and an oozing tip, had you licking the tip of your fingers before slipping them past your panties, meeting your bare pussy, flinching at the contact and chilly breeze of your bedroom.

“fuck,” you sighed, head thrown back into the pillow. you performed circles at your clit, teasing yourself with your light touches.

this was exactly how suguru had his way with you. he took his time—though he preferred using his tongue but that wasn’t exactly an option as of right now— by thumbing at your clit and watching you unravel and crumble at his touch.

you mimicked your thoughts, the attention at your bundle of nerves sending blissful shockwaves throughout your limbs. your thighs squeezed together from the pleasure, and you recalled that suguru would have forced them open and made you take it like the good girl you are.

your hole clenched around nothing, desperate to be filled with what couldn’t be provided at the moment. soft whines came out your throat while you ground your hips up, subconsciously chasing your own hand in need of more pressure.

so lost in yourself, your screen dimmed, noting it would soon shut off, before pinging once more at a newer notification.

11:49pm: left on read huh…

11:50pm: don’t tell me you’ve started without me mama?

you don’t even bother trying to reply, knowing he would ring up your line in a few. good, you could use his voice in your ears while getting off, after all— suguru had officially ruined you for anybody else.

as expected, your phone buzzed in your hand and you swiped the call eagerly, pressing it on speaker before resting it on your chest.

“suguuu,” you greet him, bottom lip stuck in between your teeth. your other hand goes to slip under your tee, and grasp at your bare chest, groping firmly at the tender mound.

“you kept me waiting,” he chuckles, though you notice it’s breathy, as if forcing it out. you hear shuffling, and he heaves out a sigh, “missed you, pretty.”

“mhmm, missed you more,” you intensify the pace on your clit, fuzzy sock-cladded toes curling from the building pleasure. “need you here, sugu,”

you mewl his name, the nickname rolling off your pink tongue and into your phone speaker. the neediness behind your tone had him groaning, cursing out a ‘fuck’ and suddenly the sound of fapping grew consistent.

“oh yeah?” he tries, tries, to come off cocky but he’s just as needy as you are. perhaps even more, as the hold on his cock tightens. “tell me more baby. what else?”

you figure it’s finally time to focus your attention on your folds, which had soaked up your cunt and sheets beneath you the minute he called. your index and middle finger graze at your lips, and you whine at the sensitivity.

“want you here,” you moan, rubbing figure eights at your your folds. you stimulate your cunt in a familiar pattern, the same way suguru always worked on you. “w-want your fingers deep in my pussy, fuckin’ me open and—hah, making a mess outta me—need it suguru!”

“shit baby,” he chuckles, though muffled, as you fail to notice he’s got the hem of his wife beater tucked in between his teeth. “want me to tell you what i’d do to you if we were together?”

“yes!” you beg, unashamed as your back arches off the surface of your bed. your limbs felt liquified and there was something about his voice that had your pussy glistening terribly.

“mm, well,” he begins, his thumb grazing over his slit as he pictured you doing a million times. “i’d start off with kisses at your thighs. y’love it whenever i bite, dont’cha? love it when i mark you as mine, hm?”

you nod your head, despite the fact he can’t see. “always sugu, feels so good!”

“and when i get sick of teasing myself, i’d push your panties to the side and kiss your pretty clit,” geto sighs, almost in a trance by his own words. they roll of his tongue so naturally, stomach clenching as he imagines the things he’d do to you if he was able to.

“kiss your pretty clit before playing with it. i know it drives you—fuck—crazy. yeah, it drives you crazy and you love to act like you hate being teased, but baby, your pussy tells me otherwise,”

he spoke so sinfully in your ears, soft voice being a major contrast to the intense words that left his mouth. it churned deep in your guts, sending butterflies with a mix of straight arousal.

“i do— fuckin’ love it—” you cut yourself off, the hand on your breast tweaking with the stiff bud, twisting and pinching at it.

“you fingering yourself yet?” he asks you, and you shake your head, humming a soft ‘uhn uhn’, he continues, upping the pace of his own jerking, “good girl—get your tatted fingers in f’me, wanna hear your pretty pussy speak to me.”

“o-okay” you comply to his order, easing the void of emptiness by sliding your middle and ring finger inside your clenching pussy.

you moan loudly at the intrusion, the stretch nothing close to suguru’s fingers, but still enough to satisfy you for the time being. you feel your soft walls clench around your digits, begging for more. at the wet squelch of your cunt, you hear geto chuckle through the phone, “there we go, my favorite language.”

“wish you were here sugu—hnng, need you here and—and takin’ care of me!” you voice out your thoughts, your fingers gradually picking up their pace and plowing in your insides.

“sugu’s being mean, isn’t he? ‘m sorry baby, for not doin’ my—shit—job,” geto apologizes, the sound of his lubricated cock being jerked resonating in the depths of your ear drums.

“match my rhythm, mama,” he instructs you to follow, and despite you being so deep in your own thoughts and moans, you focus on the faint sound of his fist chafing his dick.

and so, your fingers plunge in and out your wet core, pussy gushing slickness, just to please geto.

“that’s it—my good girl, mmh, always doin’ so perfect.”

his praises did wonders to your body, as you felt an oncoming orgasm approach. your gut heated and tightened into a familiar coil, and your thighs threatened to close in on your hands.

“sugu, baby, ‘m getting close!” you warn him, now roughly grabbing at your other boob that lacked attention.

“me too, pretty girl—me too,” he grunts, the pace of his jerking increasing greatly. he works up and down his length with two hands and purpose, breathing heavily and watching his abdomen contracting tightly.

“play with your clit,” suguru breathes out, a whine escaping his throat momentarily. you moan at the unexpected sound, and he continues, “please baby—play with your clit f’me”

he begged and fuck, you’d never felt yourself be so attracted to his voice the way you did right now.

“feels’good” you slur, drool pooling at the corner of your parted lips. you multitasked with toying at your puffy clit with scissoring your cave, the drag of your fingers and stimulation of your bundle of nerves opening the dam.

“cummin’ sugu—hnng, fuck, oh fuck!” you cry out, far too loud as you release on your hand. your juices spill and you drip down to the crack of your ass, down to the sheets, soaking up your panties and mattress.

you continue to fuck yourself as best as you could despite your body jerking at the sensitivity, thighs quaking and back arched off the bed.

“r-right behind ya princess—oh fuck y/n” you hear his voice break as he shoots his load onto himself, his pretty moans all in your ears. he sounded melodic, your name belonging on his tongue as it sends tingles all over your nerves.

after a few minutes, your high comes down, and you slowly pull your fingers out of your pussy, wincing at the contact. geto’s gone quiet, safe for the panting on the other side of the phone, most likely attempting to ground himself from his own orgasm.

you clench your thighs and jolt at the sensitivity. your skin felt clammy and sticky with your arousal, and your bedroom now smelled of your sex. you miss suguru’s scent, and how much differently your sheets would’ve smelt with him in it.

“taste yourself for me,” suguru speaks up, breathless.

you do as he says, bringing your fingers up and wrapping your plump lips around your digits. you moan softly, before giggling cutely when you hear the man groaning in desperation.

“quit makin’ me jealous,” he sighs, the words almost coming out like a whine. “nothin’ gets sweeter than your pussy, swear on everything.”

you can only think of a simple solution for his complaints. you shrug, popping your lips off your soaked hand, “pull up on me then.”

the line goes quiet for a bit, and you can practically hear the arrogant smirk on his face, which only makes your lips tug into a similar smile.

“your fine ass better be ready for me in ten.”

mind you this is a canon moment between me & him 🫦

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[satorena]

❝ 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰 - 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬 ! ❞

꒰ CONTENT WARNINGS ! ꒱ : explicit content, plot what plot/porn without plot, implied freeloader!toji, fingering, mating press, belly bulge, breeding kink.

serena’s note. click the link and listen to the song. you’re welcome

“mmhm— toji, fuck, we shouldn’t!”

“says who?” his lips ghosted the slope of your neck, words hushed as he placed wet kisses on your sensitive skin.

“w-we’re friends,” you moan softly, body contradicting your statement as you tilt your head to the side, fingernails tugging at the locks on his scalp.

you feel the vibrations of toji’s humming against your jugular, before the plunge of his teeth into your supple flesh. you whine at the painful pleasure, heat bubbling deep in your gut and arousal dampening your panties.

you grind subconsciously against his prominent bulge in his grey sweats, bottom lip tugged in your teeth while your body melts at the tantalizing touches of his warm hands down your bare skin.

a big hand lands a firm blow at your ass mounds, the stinging sensation drawing a mewl out of you, and the grip on his head forces his nose deeper in the crook of your neck.

“just ‘friends’?”

you nod your head, eyes resting shut. you knew if you voiced out your lie, it’d come out wavering and full of uncertainty, and toji would read you like a damn book.

your lack of answer, however, has toji pulling his head from your neck, lips smothered in saliva and swollen from the love bites littered across your neck.

“look at me.” he orders, a free hand creeping to your jaw and tilting your chin down. you can feel his thumb rubbing circles at the corner of your mouth.

you flutter your lashes and open your eyes, the angle of your head making your gaze on him seem sultrier than intended.

toji smirks, pressing his thumb down on your bottom lip and pulling your jaw open. you comply easily enough, hands sliding from the back of his neck to rest at his bulky chest.

“suck.” there goes another command you comply with ease. you latch your lips around his fingertip, coating the digit in your saliva. your mind screamed at you and begged you to stop before it got worse for you, but your body reacted to his all too well to neglect.

“just friends?“ toji scoffs, almost offensively, cerulean eyes boring deep into your own, as if trying to strip your soul bare and read you sincerely. “don’t gimme that bullshit.”

the warm hold on your ass trails up to your breast, buds hardened and peeking against the flimsy camisole you wore.

he gropes your chest with one big handful, and your moans come out muffled around his finger. he grins boyishly, index and thumb tweaking around the sensitive nipple and pushing the digit in your mouth further in.

“hnng!” you whine, the focus of stimulation at your chest shooting waves of pleasure down at your core. you ground yourself against his lap, desperate for more friction and attention at your pussy.

“do friends grind their pretty pussies all over the damn place like a bitch in heat?” toji asks, leaving you no room to speak as he tugs on the wet muscle in your mouth and pinches particularly harder at your aching nipples.

“answer me.” he squints his eyes, tweaking your bud harder, feeling his dick twitch in his sweats as you whine pathetically around his finger.

you shake your head frantically, hips never ceasing to grind in back and forth motions, the angling of your position sending tremors of blissful sensations at your clit.

“uhn uhn,” you try to answer as best as you can, and luckily toji accepts such as the right answer, though you knew better.

“‘s what i figured too,” toji clicks his tongue, releasing his soaked thumb from your lips, a soft plop! sound being echoed in the silence of the room. “now—”

you furrow your brows as you watch him never take his gaze off of yours, despite leaving ghostly tingles of his fingertips against your torso. he lowers and lowers himself down your body, trails of saliva telling the tale of where he’d been.

it’s when you realize your booty shorts have been infiltrated by foreign hands, your panties would soon follow next, “what are you—”

“shut up and keep your eyes on me, kay?” he’s quick to shut down your thoughts, fingers slipping past the material of your panties and coming in contact with your center.

you gasp at his lubed finger swiping at your folds, collecting up your dripping arousal from your clit down to your slit. his eyes never leave yours, intent on keeping that solid contact while he pleasures you.

“fuckin’—hah, oh shit, toji!” you moan, leaning your head forward and resting it right onto his. your fingernails claw at his shoulders and your back arches into his touch.

he growls, the sound rumbling deep from his chest, thumb rubbing figure eight circles at your dripping pussy, deep blue eyes narrowing and focusing at the pattern of your dazed orbs.

“feel good?” toji mumbles, pushing up and pressing a deep kiss onto your parted lips. he pulls away as quickly as he initiated, “talk t’me, baby—tell me how y’feel.”

“more,” you whine, feeling greed and need creep and seep into your bones. your limbs felt weak, spine licking with heat as he worked expertly at your pussy. “want more toji—need more!”

“want my fingers in yer pussy?” he dips his thumb into your clenching hole, and you fly a hand to cover your mouth. the stretch of his fingers alone had you wanting to cum hard, the burn spreading to your core.

toji frowns at your actions, quickly slipping his thumb out to slide in two fingers. despite them being coated by your slick, the sudden intrusion had you yelp, body turning to mush as you felt him scissor your velvety walls open.

toji grabs the hand muffling your voice and immediately pins it behind your back. “mmhm—shit, ahh, oh my fuckin’ gosh!” the cussing slipped past your lips before you could even help it, hips bouncing and riding the digits that fucked into you.

the drag of his fingers against your walls had drool accumulate at the corner of your lips, to which toji was more than content in lapping with his tongue.

“so fuckin’ sweet,” he coos, slipping his tongue from the corner of your mouth to the inside. you gracefully accept the intrusion, kissing him back feverishly and desperately— your high washing over you sooner than you anticipated.

“cummin’cummin’cummin’—” you cut yourself off with a squeal when you feel your clit being toyed with while being fucked open.

your juices stain his sweats a deep gray, thighs quaking as your thighs and ass jiggle over his lap. your jaw slackens and you let out a string of profanities, nails clawing deep into his skin.

“that’s it, friend.” toji chuckles darkly, wetting his lips as he felt your showers spray him. his hand grew wetter and wetter, and the slip inside your pulsating pussy became much easier. “cum f’me pretty girl, do it for toji.”

time seems to get even hazier between your first orgasm to your third one. your second orgasm hits you even quicker since toji hadn’t let you catch your breath from the first and so you cream on his fingers once more, till he has you riding his gigantic cock all on your own, chasing for the pleasure you want, thus awakening your third one. you’re well spent and all out of energy, and so toji finally takes pity on you, which leads to the fourth and final orgasm.

“shit— yer suffocating me here,” he groans, hips meeting the back of your thighs with harsh slaps. your knees are at the shell of your ears as you hold yourself open for the man above you, presenting yourself to him shamelessly for him to do whatever he pleases.

“pussy feels so fuckin’ good,” he praises you, lips nipping at your hickey littered neck. you moan and whine and babble, unable to process and think anything other than his dick ramming into your guts.

“is best friend toji dicking you good?” the older man has the nerve to mock you, grinding his tip into your soft walls, dragging each vein from his shaft to the velvety goodness.

you nod your head repeatedly, too fucked out of it to stop yourself. you curl your toes and arch your back, which allows toji to slip deeper inside your pussy, reaching impossibly further and genuinely having you see stars, “y-yesyesyesyesyes!”

“tsk, ‘course i am,” he snorts, brows cinched to the centre of his forehead. he feels sweat accumulate to his hairline, dampening his locks matte. “what else are friends for, hm?”

“tojiiiiii,” you mewl, dragging out his name so loudly you’re certain you’d be getting noise complaints tomorrow morning.

the squeaking of your worn out couch fills the room, mixed in with the sinful squelch of your wetness meeting his sharp thrusts, his balls slapping at your ass, and your melodic moaning. if you asked toji— this was the meaning of life.

he spares a glance at your point of contact, and sees a pearly white layer of your essence enveloping his cock enthusiastically. your puffy lips were reddened and clit fully swollen. fuck, if he didn’t want to pull out and have you finish on his tongue.

with a deep groan, toji throws his head back, “coatin’ my dick with your sweet cream, tryna drive me insane or what?”

“‘s too big toji,” you whine, tears streaming down your cheeks as your lips fall into a pout. “‘too full, i feel you everywhere!”

“that’s cause i am everywhere, darlin’” toji snickers, pressing a hand on your lower belly, where the print of his dick tells a tale. he fucks into you with precision, in love with the way your belly swells then deflates as he thrusts in and out.

“fuuuuckkkk,” you throw your head back into the cushions, giving up on attempting to keep your eyes open. nobody had ever fucked you this intensely before, had your breast bouncing in clockwise motions, had your legs shaking uncontrollably, or had your eyes cross to meet in the middle of your face.

toji fucked like a madman, and you couldn’t get enough.

“feel it comin’ again!” you babble, your nails clawing into the supple flesh of your thighs to hold yourself open. with strong arms barricading you inside, you doubt that even if you did let go of your thighs, you wouldn’t be going anywhere.

“‘m right—fuck—right behind you, doll.” he groans, hips picking up the pace. he slams inside your cunt like he has something to prove, watches as your lips stretch and open up for his dick, taking everything he gives you and then some.

he spits a glob of saliva and has it land at your clit, thumb moving to play with the bundle of nerves one more time, wanting to drag out this last orgasm as best as he could for you.

the added stimulation has your moans turn higher pitched before suddenly cutting off, mouth opened in the shape of an ‘o’ and your back arching off the sofa. you swear you blackout momentarily, the world turning somber and eerily quiet as stars dance over your vision.

“there we gooo,” toji grits through his teeth, locks sticking to his forehead while pounding a few more thrusts into you, gold chain dangling over your head, before painting your insides white with his hefty cum.

he cums loads, you’re brought back to reality as you soak his dick yet again in little splurts of your essence, and he’s still cumming rivers, the uncontrollable clenching of your pulsating cunt milking him for every drop he’s worth.

time stills and sooner than later, he’s panting above you, catching his breath. you stare at the ceiling of your living room, thoughts running miles a second while simultaneously having no thoughts whatsoever. this may have not been your smartest move, but you hadn’t felt this good in months, so you couldn’t genuinely bring yourself to care. you’d simply deal with the repercussions another day.

“don’t….” toji begins, words getting caught in his throat. you shift your gaze to stare him dead in the eyes. his pupils are dilated and seem to be shaking with emotions. “don’t you ever say we’re just friends. got that shit?”

you’re temporarily taken aback, but the longer you stare him in the eye, the longer you think back to when he first moved in, you soon realize this was inevitable.

you giggle weakly when he nuzzles his nose in your sweaty neck and plants a gentle kiss there, “i hear ya, bestie.”

i literally hate this omfg.

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❛ I'LL HYPNOTIZE YOU WITH THIS P*SSY ! ❜

ᥫ᭡ featuring. g. satoru, f. toji, g. suguru, n. kento, k. choso

content warning. explicit content (mdni). pūssydrunk!men. oral (f). face sitting. overstimulation. virgin!choso. cowgirl/lotus. backshots. breath play. brēēding kink. unprotected sex. daddy kink. dom/sub undertones. mirror sex. virgin!reader with suguru (do not lose your virginity like this). corruption kink. afab!reader + feminine descriptions.

ᥫ᭡ rena's note. reupload cuz it got flagged weeks ago and i never noticed :P

gojo ☆ satoru

“could be here for hours—shit baby, y’taste so fuckin’ sweet.”

his praises fall deaf to your ears as your mind blanks, brain melting to mush at the overwhelming sensation of his tongue lapping at your folds. your hands claw at his snowy white tresses, fingers carding through his hair and tugging onto his scalp.

when satoru ate pussy, he put his entire being in it— and it only got worse on the rare occasions you’d do him the favour of sitting on his face. he’d never half ass such an opportunity, long fingers gripping onto your ass tightly and spreading the cheeks apart to flick his tongue between the private spaces.

“talk to me princess, tell me how good it feels.” he pops your clit out of his mouth, warm breath fanning over the bundle of nerves. you jolt from the strange yet pleasurable feeling, muscles tensing and contracting over his face, resulting in your slick to drip down onto his chin, staining his face even more in your arousal. “c’mon, flatter me, pretty baby.”

“f-fuck, toru, don’t stop!” you moan wantonly, fat tears building at your lash line. your thighs press at the side of his head when he hums against your clit, diving deeper into your weeping cunt. he drags an index finger from the crevice of your ass all the way up front to your swollen clit, collecting slick along the way. “‘s great— so fuckin’ good, ngh, please—keep going!”

your stomach tightens when you feel his digit slip into your clenching pussy, plunging knuckle deep.  you can’t help the moan that rips at your throat, toes curling as he immediately aims for the spongy spot that has you seeing stars.

you look down at him and you’ve got the prettiest look on your face— eyes misty with tears, your flushed cheeks stained with fallen tears you couldn’t contain, pouty lips glossy and trembling. draping over your frame is his button up top, unbuttoned all the way down, perky buds from your breast rising up in arousal.

gojo feels his balls tighten at your lewdness alone. he’s so hard it hurts, thighs rubbing one against the other for relief. if you keep digging your nails into his scalp in that painful way you do, rocking your hips into his face and swallowing him whole inside your cunt to use him in order to chase your own pleasure, he’s bound to cum untouched.

only you could pull something like this out of him.

his eyes darken in the way it does whenever he’s particularly on a high about something passionate, and he knows from that pleading look in your blown out pupils that he’s got to make you blackout. not entirely for your own pleasure, but for his own too. there was no better feeling in this world than being sprayed by your essence all in his face, folds gaping and clenching down on his fingers as your clit weeped and released your juices pathetically.

you’re not even sure when it happens but one minute you’re facing the headboard of your bed and the next your head dangles off the edge of the bed, back laid on the mattress with your legs hanging off his broad shoulders.

gojo gives you no time to process the switch in positions as he lays flat on his stomach and latches his kiss bitten lips onto your cunt. he swipes his tongue and eats you out like a mad man— spreading your folds with his hands and fucking into your tight hole with his tongue. your back arches and your hands fly to grip at his head, torn between pushing head head deeper or further away. it’s all too much at once, both pleasurable and overwhelming, your thighs trembling from the sting.

“heh, look at this creamy pussy go,” you hear him whistle in between your thighs, though it comes out muffled. he’s gripping so tightly onto your thighs that you’re sure it’s going to leave bruises, hair cascading his face despite his dark orbs peaking through the bangs. “shit, ‘m gonna keep you with me forever, never letting this pussy go.”

when he flicks his tongue at your swollen clit, your hips rise off from the mattress and you push his head away, the numbing sensation overtaking your limbs and gut tightening in a familiar way. you hear him tut disapprovingly, forcing your hips down and you’re left powerless but to lay there and let this blinding orgasm wash over you.

“‘s too much— oh god, toru, fuck— ‘m cumming, don’t—baby, don’t stop!” you babble, saliva dribbling past your lips. you begin to feel lightheaded from the blood rushing to your brain, and the airy feeling leaves you feeling like you’re floating, one hand leaving his matted hair to grip at your neglected tits, firmly groping the mound.

all it takes is an additional slip of his fingers into your gushing cunt to release its dam, his end goal accomplished as your folds greedily suck him in. your pussy wails and cries onto his face, squirting all over him from his forehead to nose and chin. through it all, your body rakes and shudders, trembles taking over as you cry out his name.

he holds your free hand through it all, pupils dilated as he himself trembles in amusement, thumb brushing the soft skin of your knuckles.

“give it all t’me princess, be the good fuckin’ girl you are and soak me in your essence— needa taste ya, sweetest fuckin’ thing ever, i swear.”

fushiguro ☆ toji

“oh yeahhh, that’s it mama—keep throwin’ it back, shit, gonna breed this greedy pussy full’a cum.”

you respond with an overly eager moan, hips pushing back to slam your ass down to his pelvis. you’re beyond your element—mind both dazed and consumed with alcohol and lust, glossy lips parted as you fog the mirror before you with your warm breath.

you plant the surface of your palms at the mirror, skin moist as you hold onto the glass for stability. standing on the tip of your toes, your calves are put into overtime as you sink down on toji’s dick, your pussy well spent and spread to accommodate to his inhumanely girth. he stretches your folds painfully, but the feeling is one you welcome dearly as his tip kisses areas inside of you that has you thanking him endlessly and going as far to wanting him to fuck you full of his cum.

bent over in a ninety degree, toji grips onto your hair in one tight hold, pulling your head back up. he forces you to stare at the mess he makes out of you, and you watch as your tears leak black from mascara, staining your cheeks dark and saliva dribbles from your lips to your chin. your skin is matted from sweat and other liquids, eyes dazed and unfocused as his balls repeatedly slap at your puffy clit.

“fuckin’ whore— awe, just look at ya,” toji mocks, the hand holding your hips letting go of the flesh and flattens his palm instead to slap at your ass. you moan at the sting, your skin tingling in pain as the skin reddens from the harsh impact.

“think i ain’t notice, doll?” your eyes roll up to watch him, his smirk as prominent as ever through the reflection of the mirror. his own locks are matted to his forehead, and he bares his fangs at you in a smile that sends shivers down your spine. “y’think i don’t feel yer cunt squeezin’ me in? you fuckin’ love it when ‘m mean with you, ‘fess it up mama.”

you chew on your bottom lip, slightly embarrassed by the truth being revealed. you could call him the worst man on the planet, mean and relentless, but at least he knew how to fuck you inside out. you shake your head in denial, but when the hand in your hair snakes to your throat, fingers pressing down on the column of your neck tightly—you moan at the lack of oxygen coursing in your body.

“answer me when i ask you somethin’, basic fuckin’ manners sweetheart.” toji kisses his teeth, pulling your body up by the neck. your sweaty back meets his sweaty chest, and you feel him panting against your temple just as you can see him nuzzle his nose against your hair.

he’s grinding into your cunt in motions that has his cock rubbing at your sensitive spots, his pelvis pressed right up against your ass. you reach your hand behind to grip onto his thigh, squeezing the firm muscle and the other wraps itself around toji’s hold on your neck, as you’re overtaken by the familiar beating of your cunt clenching down on his throbbing dick.

“fuckkk, love it daddy! love it when y’re mean t’me—love it when you fuck me s’good—ngh!” you cry out, tears soaking your cheeks and breast jiggling in rotations built by a rhythm made from the man pounding into you.

“there’s my slutty girl,” you feel his hand pat at your cheek, the sting making you loll your tongue out of the cave of your mouth. he plunges his teeth into the supple flesh of your neck, sucking eagerly as he marks down his territory.

you drive him mad— something about the way you comply to his every desire no matter how you feel about it, just to please him, had his cock twitching in ways it’d never had. your sweet and innocent demeanour completely consumed and taken over by his sinister and malicious ways, moulding your pussy into the shape of his cock so it would only obey to him and him alone.

his green eyes zero into your facial expressions and he can both tell and feel that you’re close, your cunt clamping down on his dick whenever he grinds up against that sweet spot that has your legs quaking and barely able to hold yourself up. naturally he wants to bring you that finish— selfishly, that way you’re stuck on him and obsessed with his dick alone.

he’ll remind you endlessly nobody else could ever make you feel this good, just as nobody else could ever have him deliriously possessive the way you do.

“‘m gonna fuck this slutty pussy so good, nobody will ever come close to fuckin’ you dumb— shit, might fuck around and fill my pretty pussy full of my cum.”

geto ☆ suguru

“shit baby—‘m gonna need you to relax f’me—fuck, loosen up—we gotta make it fit, right?”

you’re barely half way sunken down on his dick, the stretch painful enough as your arms are thrown around his broad shoulders for stability. it hurts in a way that makes you either want to get it over with and fully slam yourself down on the rest of the inches or completely take off, but the gentle thudding of geto’s finger tips at the base of your back has you rethink your decisions.

geto’s aware that the size of his dick isn’t the most accommodating for beginners, much less virgins. but you’d been so eager to take care of him and willing to give yourself to him, to want him to deflower you, take your innocence and purity and keep it in his possession— there was no way he would refuse you of anything.

“ngh, sugu— fuck, it hurts!” you squeal, thighs aching from the awkward angle. he’s holding your body entirely from your ass alone, gently playing with the soft flesh in attempts to distract you from the excruciating pain.

he places kisses at your cheek, nuzzling into your smooth skin with a sympathetic sigh, “mhm, i know baby, i know.” his whispers fall short into your ears, noticing the goosebumps on your skin trailing. “just a few more inches, kay? you’re so close—y’got this mama.”

you’re so adorable, he thinks, as simple words are enough for you to nod, wiping your tears away with the back of your hand. you sit up straight, nose grazing over his, and he leans forward to kiss your lips. you’re so distracted by the sweetness of his lips onto yours, tongue slipping in between your swollen lips that you fail to notice you’ve officially bottomed out.

geto eases your body down onto the rest of his cock, and groans when you clamp tightly onto his dick. you’re so tight he feels like he’s being suffocated, and even with all the prepping and squirting from prior, you still hadn’t been entirely ready to take him in.

though, the hard part is over, as you cry out into his mouth— fresh tears now staining your pretty cheeks and rolling onto geto’s face as well. he almost feels bad, but there were many layers to him— and he was extremely turned on by yours tears. knowing you were in a state of painful pleasure that brought you to tears, lashes thick and wet as you wailed and seeker comfort from him despite him being the reason you’re crying—

it has his balls ache terribly.

“there we go princess, just like that.” geto encourages you, one arm wrapped behind your back and the other holding onto your hips firmly. the back of your heels dig at his lower back, your chest pressing against his. “you’re taking me so well, shit, you feel so fuckin’ good.”

he takes note of the thin veil of dark red that coats the perimeter of his dick, realizing he’s finally popped your cherry— and he isn’t sure he can put into words the weird feeling that has him smirk ferociously in a primitive way. shamefully, he’s filled with pride that he’d been your very first time and disgustingly enough, he slips his hand between both your bodies, collects the evidence of your purity now taken away, before rubbing the liquid onto your neglected clit.

“forgive me, princess.” he mumbles into your ear, a gentle kiss pressed to the shell of your ear in major contrast to the sudden pain throbbing in your core at the newfound position.

you then understand by his relentless thrusts, your legs now draped over his shoulders as his hips meet the back of your thighs in rhythmic slaps, that he had been asking for your forgiveness because he wouldn’t be able to hold back any further.

“promise it’ll stop hurting soon—fuck, you wanna hold out for me, baby?” he never stops his thrusts, interlocking both your fingers together before pressing them above your head. his eyes stare deep into your soul, and behind those purple orbs you see your reflection intertwined with a mischievous glint. and when you nod your head, he tilts his own, “use your words, love.”

“y-yes suguru—want you to fuck me! i’ll hold out for as long as you n-need me to! i promise!” you roll your hips up to match the pace he has set. he rises his body up and slams down into your cunt, and you greedily accept him, muscles relaxing into the pain that slowly dissipates into pleasure.

you’d never felt anything like it before, but the way geto repeatedly fucked into you, his dick dragging against your walls and coming out slicker than the last time he plunged inside made the room stink of sex and echo with sinful squelches. his cock rubs at your virgin walls, spreading you open as you helplessly lay and take everything he has to offer you.

your toes curl at the sides of his head and your back arches— you’re effortlessly gorgeous when you’re milking his dick dry for what he’s worth, greedy pussy sucking him in so well, you could’ve easily fooled him into thinking you’d been experienced in this domain.

when he hangs his head low to watch how his dick enter and disappear inside the void of your tight cunt, he notices the bulge in your tummy. he can’t help the grumble that leaves his chest, ultimately obsessed by the pudge that forms at your pussy simply because you allowed him the honour to properly make love to you.

“whew, ‘s that me in there baby? shit— y’re driving me insane, ‘m gonna make you cum real hard, you’ll be cryin’ and beggin’ for more— oh yeah, you like that?”

nanami ☆ kento

“need you to hold still for me, sweetheart—shit, let me finish you up nice and good like you deserve, hm?”

nights like these, there were no logical reasoning as to whatever urge to passionately make love to you, to devour you whole and to make you crumble beneath him. anything could fuel the sudden want to strip you naked, body to soul, to sink his cock deep inside the cave of your warmth and have you come undone for him alone.

nanami loved it whenever you presented yourself so submissively to him, so obeying and willing to comply to his word. you were his wife, and he was truly and utterly obsessed with your entire being. to him, there was no prettier sight than your pussy dribbling slick from its puffy folds, clenching around air as it desperately calls out his name.

you laid on your knees with your cheek pressed into the mattress of your shared bed, hands bind and tied behind the back of your thighs by his infamous tie. you were restrained, most sacred parts of your body open for his accessibility alone. your entire body shivered, coming down from the high that nanami’s tongue brought to you, lapping at your folds and puckered hole, fingers pumping with precision into your cunt.

“kento, ngh, i need you, can’t wait any longer— please!” you squirm as much as your restricted form allows you to, wiggling your ass side to side as if to sway him to your desires.

you had to know there wasn’t anything you could ask him that he wouldn’t give you. begging was so below you, as his partner— there was nothing you needed to beg him for. he supposes he’s at fault for making you wait as long as he did, and he’s got no choice but to correct his mistake, to make you forgive his bad actions.

“stay still love, ‘m gonna fuck you real good now— don’t you worry, pretty girl.” he presses his kisses from the bottom of your back, the mounds of your ass, and makes his way up your spine, trailing his kisses to the column of your neck.

he revels in the way you shiver uncontrollably, your frame fragile and petite in comparaison to his larger one. you smell a scent too divine—an aura so sweet, so honeyed and so unmistakably you.

he collects your slick with two fingers, dragging the pad of his fingers at your weeping cunt, before coating his own raging hard on in your essence. he’d been so needy for you, mind clouded in trances of your body, that you hadn’t even needed to focus any attention on his dick for it to get to this point of arousal. bringing you to a state of blinding pleasure was enough of a stimulus to get him ready to go.

grabbing the base of his dick, he lines himself up at your entrance, dragging his mushroom tip up and down your folds. you whine and beg him to to push up inside, to fill you up to the brim, so full that all you can think about is the pattern of veins on the underside of his cock brushing at your golden spot.

when nanami finally does bottom out, you both release moans that sync in a melodious tune, the harmony of both your bodies and soul merging into one clouding his mind with primitive lust. he starts off slow, pushing in and out of your cunt, hissing at your tightness despite having fingered you open not too long ago.

“‘m losing my mind baby,” nanami breathes out, hands gripped tight at your hips. he quickens his pace, balls slapping at your clit in patterns as your body jerks forward. “your pussy feels heavenly—shit, so warm and tight and all mine.”

“yes sir, it’s all yours— always have been, always will be k-kento!” you whine, the surface below you dampened from your tears and drool. you catch his gaze from your angle, your lashes fluttering prettily as you wordless encourage him further.

he reads you like a book, he reads your soul and knows you better than he knows anybody. and so, he pistons his cock in your eager entrance, thrusts long and deep as your pussy grips onto his shaft greedily. you moan, toes curling as your fingers reach for him despite not being able to due to the cloth restraining you. your back arches and the shift in angles has his tip immediately locating your sweet spot.

“oh f-fuck!” you wail, body shuddering as you’re overwhelmed by an intense pleasure. you feel nanami’s hands trail over your skin, down your back, caressing your ass, the back of your thighs. “hah, right there sir— please don’t stop, hngh, ‘m gonna cum!”

and of course nanami knows this, already a step ahead of you as he leans forward, arms holding him up at the side of your shoulders. he puts a hand between your thighs and through the loop of his tie to focus his attention on your neglect clit, drawing figure eight patterns on the bundle of nerves.

you keep sucking him in, and he must be growing old the way it’s becoming so much easier to draw him to the finish line. nanami knows better— it’s the entirety of you, from the way you sound when you whine and beg him for relief, to the way your body reacts so fluidly with his, the way your eyes linger a moment longer on his own. he’s head over heels in love with your entire being, and it’s no shocker that when you cry out his name and soak both of your thighs in your sweet honey, that he himself feels his balls empty into your womb.

“shittt—there we go my love, take all of my cum like the perfect wife you are, mmh, just like that—my pretty little thing.”

kamo ☆ choso

“oh f-fuck, ‘m so sorry princess, it just— shit, it feels so fuckin’ good—need some more!”

load after load, your boyfriend shoots his cum inside your cunt without warning, hips stuttering and rutting into your sucking void. it doesn’t bother you as much as he thinks it does, though you are concerned that he’s going to fuck himself into a blackout with how eager he is to bring you to the finish line.

porn had nothing on real sex, choso concluded when he finally sunk his full length into your cunt and immediately came. there’d been no movement or warning, but as soon as his balls met the lips of your pussy, you moaned at the hot rush of cum spurting inside of you.

he’d been so winded, his fingernails left moon crescents into your flesh as he emptied out his first load of semen into your womb. he shivered and whined, your name rolling off his tongue in a desperate plea as his premature ejaculation washed over his body in waves.

by the time he’d come down from his orgasm, you’d caressed his cheek and pushed his hair away from his face, kissed him and told him this sort of thing happened often. he was still a bit embarrassed by the disaster but the gentle look of honesty in your eyes and your pretty smile had reassured him rather quickly— and also got him hard again.

“take your time baby, ‘m not goin’ anywhere.” you nod your head while giggling, sprawling your body down to your mattress. choso sits on the back of his feet and pulls his dick out, hissing as your pussy grips onto him despite his protest to slip out. eventually he pulls out and he’s enamoured by the way his seed spills out of your pretty hole, liquid filthily staining the sheets beneath you both.

you lick the tip of your index and middle finger, coating the digits in your saliva before slipping them in the space between both your bodies. you keep firm eye contact with your boyfriend as he watches you with hearts in his eyes, your other hand trailing up your chest to tweak at the buds of your hardened nipples.

you collect his creamy cum from your cunt, bringing it back up to your plump lips and licking your fingers clean. you moan at the taste of him, so overwhelming and strong but undoubtedly him.

“cho, baby, you taste fuckin’ so good,” you plop your fingers out of your mouth, and smile in faux innocence. he’s quiet and gulping in anticipation, dick twitching at the entrance of your folds. he’s already dribbling more pre come, tip of his shady sticky and ready to dive into your gaping pussy, aiming to please you more and more, until you yourself feel as good as you were able to make him feel just now.

and so, pushing himself on his knees, he begins his rutting yet again, grabbing the base of his cock and lining himself at your puffy lips. he grabs your hips firmly and lifts you off the bed as he bottoms out, your ass falling onto his lap and fucks into you desperately. his thrusts come out sharp and harsh, penetrating so deep inside your pussy and rubbing at areas that had your vision go unfocused.

“oh fuck, b-baby, shit— oh my fuckin’— you feel so good, y’re killing me here!” choso throws his head back, sweat dripping down from his matted hair to his bare chest. his stomach contracts and he pants heavily, his hold on your hips tight. he’s fucking into you as if you were a fleshlight— a mere toy he’s discovered that he isn’t willing to stop playing with.

it doesn’t bother you the second time he cums inside your pussy and apologizes, it doesn’t the second and it doesn’t during the third time either. at every orgasm he’s taken over by, you feel yourself drawing towards the end of the finish line, that high so near that when it’s taken away from you suddenly, it’s annoyingly great.

he’s unintentionally edging you, and despite your whines and pleas, fingers messily rubbing at your clit in attempts to draw some kind of blinding conclusion, he cums yet again, filling you to the brim.

“fuckkkk, hah, ‘m so sorry baby— promise i’ll get it right this time, ngh, gimme another c-chance!”

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❝ 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊 ‘𝐍 𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐙𝐄 ! ❞

𐚁̸ featuring. g. satoru, f. toji, s. ryomen.

𐚁̸ warnings. explicit content, foul language, a lot of tit play, lots of biting, nipple frottage, riding, true form!kuna, cunningulus, degradation (sukuna calls you a slut and whore), impact play, cowgirl riding, facials, reader has nipple piercings in sukuna’s, sub undertones for gojo, afab!reader + feminine descriptions.

𐚁̸ rena’s note. repost cause i didn’t last two minutes without getting a community label… anyway pearl anon if you see this i did it !

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔.

“holy fuckin’—shittt, ‘m so sensitive—can’t focus baby, ride it faster—rub ‘em harder, ngh!”

both of your moans bounced off the walls of your shared bedroom and echoed into the night. with your thighs straddling over his hips and cock sunk deep into your gummy pussy, you ground your hips and rode him with everything you had to offer.

your back arched whenever the tip of his cock would kiss that spongy area in your cunt that had you blinking stars away from your vision, resulting in your love bitten chest pressed up right against his sweaty one.

the friction of both your nipples rubbing at each other, the weight of your heavy chest pressing up against his, the tender mounds massaged by the proximity your boyfriend forced between you both— it admittedly turned you on more intensely than you’d assume. and judging from the trickle of drool pooling from gojo’s parted lips, it was safe to assume it was working wonders on him too.

“oh shit, babyyyy—this feels so fuckin’ good, god i can’t take anymore but i need it forever!” satoru whines, head thrown back as his arms tremble and struggle to support himself up. his pink buds are painfully erect just like the rest of his body, standing tall in their arousal as your own repeatedly enforce a foreign but welcomed feeling of stimulation.

both your erogenous zones are being attacked—nipples weeping and rubbed against the other, lubricated by body fluids in which eases the slide, and his cock being sucked into the warmth of your sacred cave. gojo swears he’s on cloud nine, a bunch of different mixtures of feelings overwhelming him in a way he hadn’t learned to experience earlier on in his life.

your thighs and back begin to ache from the domination, and so you opt on a change of pace. you switch the motions of hopping to grinding, dragging your hips back and forth as your pussy clamps down the penetrating penis inside of you. you feel your lashes flutter shut, consuming the newfound pleasure of the underside of his dick rubbing at areas you had yet to explore.

“shittt, toru—you’re in so fuckin’ deep!” the words roll off your tongue before you realize, your hands cupping at your breast pressed against his, joints in your wrists twisting as you drag your perky nipples onto his for more precision.

you zero in on him with intensity, analyzing as his cerulean eyes roll to the back of his head, cheeks flushed in an embarrassed hue of rose and thin lips all glossy. he’s crumbling—sweat dripping down his hairline to his chest as his heartbeat thuds intensely against your tits. you feel his dick twitch in anticipation as you proceed to grind down, your wetness suffocating his dick to the point of explosion.

“oh fuck me— c’mon baby, if y’keep doing that, i won’t last, ngh, much longer,” satoru protests with wet snowy lashes, his whines telling you one thing despite his body telling you another. betrayal at its finest, he thinks as he arches further into your touch, the sting in his nipples from overstimulation driving his brain to mush. this overwhelming feeling struck him through all of his six eyes, the pleasure weighing down on him in ways he wasn’t sure he could ever explain into words.

he feels your warm breath tickle the column of his neck and your lips trail up his skin. the plumpness graze at his jawline before moving up to the shell of his reddened ears and bite gently at the lobe. his hips stutter, searching for something more intense and his body jerks as he feels his climax suddenly approach, balls aching and ready to empty their load inside of you.

“oh yeah, y’like that toru?” you urge on, voice honeyed and teasing as you lean forward to ghost your lips over his parted ones. you slip in your tongue in his mouth and he moans eagerly while accepting your intrusion too easily, his own hands sliding down to grope tightly at your plump ass.

when you do pull away, a trail of saliva connects to both of your mouths and you flash your seductive smile at him once more, hips never ceasing to rock against his. “you like it when i rub my tits on yours? does it—fuck— feel good? c’mon, talk t’me baby.”

he nods his head feverishly and god, he wishes he could explain just about everything he’s feeling. the rush of arousal spreading from the tip of his toes up to the top of his head, limbs liquified and heating up, heart thudding so intensely against his rib cage, your sweet and sensual scent filling his senses and clouding his mind.

he’s turned to mush, completely melting down and he thinks he hears himself blabber about how good your pussy feels squeezing the cum out of him, how numb his erect nipples are from this constant stimulation but it’s shamefully turning him on, in ways that his orgasm hits him out of the blue and he wails with tears streaking down his rosy cheeks and his body shuddering against yours.

“shitshitshit—god, fuck, love you baby—love you s’much, fuckin’ love you and this pussy, hnng, fuck i can’t stop cummin’!”

𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈.

“ooh shit— work yer way up and down… there we go, fuck, throw some tongue in there, mama.”

toji had always been a boob man. and knowing his woman had the fullest rack, with a perfect amount of naturalness and plush, it was a no brainer that he needed to fuck your chest. to watch how you submissively kneeled and watched with pretty doe eyes as you perform something so slutty in his satisfaction.

kneeled at the edge of the bed, you wrapped toji’s cock in the crevice of your chest, sliding his dick in the warmth of your mounds. your hands cupped at your heavy chest, palms too small to fit the entirety of your rack as it spilled forward, nipples pressed together to entrap his entire length against your chest.

toji hissed as he jerked his hips up, working his cock into you. with one firm hand grabbing at your hair in a tight ponytail, your jaw slackened and lips parted to welcome the mushroom tip of his hard-on into your slick mouth.

“atta fuckin’ girl,” he clicks his tongue when you latch your lips around the perimeter, your tongue sliding to the underside of his dick and flatten at the sensitive skin. he watches as you struggle to take his girth, eyes misty as you gagged on the inches that fucked into your mouth.

“yer doing great doll—shit, that’s it, keep playin’ with your tits f’me.” toji brings his free hand to pinch at your nipples, the pleasurable sting jerking your own body as you moan around his cock, the vibrations running straight up to his spine.

hair matted to his forehead from sweat, toji groans as he throws his head back, running his tongue over his fangs. there was something about the softness of your breast suffocated his cock and watching as he disappeared and reappeared in the crack of your tits, sliding right up into your mouth and having your throat muscle restrict around his dick.

it felt as good as a regular handjob but so much more gentle, a touch so feminine and soft, almost with a hint of fondness but simultaneously slutty. the movements of gliding, how you pressed his veiny girth into your chest and rubbed your tender breast together, moaning whenever your stiff nipples grazed one another. his balls would rise into the crevice, ultimately sensitive as they tighten and beg for release— to stain your soft skin and pretty face in his cum.

“holy fuck—shit baby, ‘m gonna cum on your face, ‘kay? open up wide,” toji pulls out of your throat, and doesn’t miss how you whine from the lack of dick down your mouth. you pout slightly, a strand of saliva connecting from his flushed red tip to your bottom lip, but you urge on further to jerk him off with your tits.

saliva drips and pools from your mouth and dribble onto your chest, the squelching sound caused by the friction of toji’s dick rutting into you echoed loudly in the room. you push your upper body forward, and keep your gaze on him, jerking him off intensely as you watch his brows crease and furrow at the centre of his forehead.

the corner of his scarred lips tug into a tight smirk, and he releases his tight grip on your hair in favour to cup at your jaw. his balls ache terribly as you tilt your cheek into his warm palm, eagerly accepting the thumb he sticks in between your plump lips before pulling sea with a wet plop. “give it t’me papa, need it bad.”

it doesn’t take much more than your moaning around his digits and additional help of your fingers twisting and jerking at the tip of his cock for him to spill onto your hand, spritz at your face, onto your lips and naturally your chest.

“fuckkkk, shit, keep lookin’ at me like that, slutty fuckin’ eyes, yeah, take all of my cum mama.”

𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍.

“the fuck d’you need all’em tits for? you slutty fuckin’ thing—no no, don’t you dare look away now.”

when you tilt your head away, you feel one of his arms claw at your jaw and force your eyes back to all of his. his fingernails sting as they sink deep into your skin, and you’re certain it draws blood, but the pain oddly subsides into a pleasurable feeling.

you’re barely able to keep your faux annoyance, the facade succumbing as your body trembles from the overstimulation. you’re rounds of an orgasm in—sukuna determined to make you cum with every arm and mouth he owns. he smirks as your eyes slowly roll to the back of your head at a specific plunge to your golden spot, and you feel his fingers trail from your jaw and past your lips, the taste of your pussy sitting at his skin.

“barely even able to look me straight in the face—have i fucked ya up that badly already?” sukuna laughs, tone all but mocking and you’re half tempted to biting down at his fingers in your mouth in retaliation.

you want to bark back, push him off and slap the smug look off his face but how can you when he’s bringing you nothing but pleasure? you feel his multiple hands roam at your body, touches fleeting but electrifying, aiming at all your sensitive areas. even if you’d wanted to, he’s got you straddled over his lap on his throne, fingering you so deep that all you could about was pushing out more of your juices.

a big hand pulls and tugs at your tit, aggressively moulding the flesh and nipple, tweaking the bud with intention. his mouth sucks at the other, tongue flicking around the jewelry pierced into your skin. his breath is warm and his tongue coats your skin in saliva, ever so often releasing the nipple with a plop and blowing cool air on it, the chilliness sending shivers at your spine.

“you may be a foolish mortal,” sukuna mumbles against your skin, teeth baring and grazing teasingly at your abused breast. the jewelry shines in spit and one of his eyes spot his tiny reflection. “but this might’ve been your smartest move yet—fuckin’ whorish but smart.”

“stop callin’ me a w-whore.” you tumble on your words, bottom lip tucked into your teeth. you hold back every whine and moan that threatens to spill, desperate to keep the least of your dignity left.

sukuna chuckles at your attitude and before you realize it, your head jerks to the side and the heat emitting from a sting at your cheek has you moaning, tears falling from your lash line. your hips shamefully jerk and roll into his hand, your swollen clit grazing the palm of his hand.

“watch how you speak to me woman.” he sinks his teeth into your boob and you whine, back arching as you force more of your flesh into his mouth.

his eyes stare deeply at you, analyzing and soaking in every reaction you give. how you shudder and clamp down on the three digits that scissor your tight cunt open, how your tits bounce in waves that match the rhythm of his precise movements, how every time he curls his fingertips at a specific angle, you drool and flutter your eyelashes close.

your chest is tainted in bites and hickeys and sukuna doesn’t think he finds you any prettier— marked and claimed as his. try it as you may, hate him as much as you want, you’ll always crawl back to him, plump breast all painted red and purple, begging for him to please you once more.

you were his and only his. and if sucking at your breast until they fell off of your body meant keeping you as his, then so be it.

“ngh, f-fuck, ‘m cumming again— fuckin’ hurts but don’t you stop kuna!” you demand, voice cracked and scratched as you begin to bounce on his fingers, easing the job and chasing at that pleasure you seek.

it all happens so quickly, as you spray his lap yet again in your essence, pussy clenching uncontrollably around his fingers. sukuna takes the time to come off of your breast, letting a free hand handle the tender flesh as he then targets your hickey littered neck, tongue grazing at your jugular.

“go on slut—gimme everything you got, already got yer pussy beggin’ for more huh? let kuna know how good he’s makin’ yer pathetic ass feel.”

pearl anon, if you were looking for hcs then i’m so sorry 🧍‍♂️.

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[satorena]

❝ 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄 ! ❞

꒰ FEATURING ! ꒱. gojo satoru, fushiguro toji, geto suguru, nanami kento, kamo choso x afab!reader

꒰ CONTENT WARNINGS ! ꒱. explicit content, foul language talks of love languages, dirty talking, lingerie, usage of toys, fingering, penetration, unprotected sex, pussy eating, ass eating, mating press, talks of breeding, cervix bumping, cockwarming, body worship, prone bone, you’re wifed up with kento, the boys are saps and disgustingly in love :).

serena’s note. love languages… but make it SLUTTY.

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔— gift giving.

“guess what the best boyfriend in the world got you~”

gojo loves through spoiling you endlessly with gifts. his pockets run deep in generational money— a paradise for most bachelors, some would say, but gojo’s never been the selfish type. at least, not when it came to you. anything you wanted, you got. and anything you’ve considered wanting, you still got (call it boyfriend senses or whatever).

there’s no greater sentiment to him than the one of showering his girl in his money. you’re his main focus, top priority, and to him your happiness came above anything else. if he had methods to ensure your satisfaction, why wouldn’t he spoil you? so naturally, that sense of wanting to show his love to you has absolutely no boundaries—much less whenever it came to sex.

from toys to handcuffs to lingerie, the sky is the limit as the options were limitless. seeing you dressed in the skimpiest of outfits that left little to nothing for the imagination, or watching as you took with perfect care the vibrating dildo that slipped in and out of your dripping folds like the perfect girl you were— made his dick twitch with urgency.

“feels good, angel? tell me how you feel—need to hear your pretty voice.”

in all honesty, you could barely think straight. straddling over his lap with your hands bind behind your back, your body trembled and shook due to the simplicity of his fingers scissoring your folds open, cunt drooling and sucking him in greedily.

your white feathered robe draped all over his lap, revealing underneath a matching lacey white set clasped snuggly to your body. you looked angelic, dressed like a divine figure sent from above (he’d called an angel all night just to remind you) with how your lash line dotted with tears and saliva leaking past your parted lips.

satoru always found you pretty, no matter what—but fuck, if you weren’t at your prettiest right now, taking all of him so obediently.

“s’good toru—so fuckin’ good,” you nod your head frantically, hips grinding into the movement of his lengthy fingers, chasing that ecstasy knotting in the pits of your stomach.

he smiles, flashing his pearly whites as he leans forward to press a kiss at your glossy lips. he notices you wore that dior lip oil he’d gotten you the other day, and naturally his cock jerks at the thought, tugging your bottom lip into his canines.

“my beautiful baby, does absolutely no wrong in all of my six eyes,” he coos, sliding in a third finger into your cunt. gojo’s eyes zero in on your expressions— watches intensely as your jaw slackens from the delicious burn of the stretch.

you whine at a curl of inches of digits at your golden spot, leaning your head forward to rest onto broad shoulders for support. nose nuzzled into his neck, waves of his scent hit you all at once, sending shivers down your spine at his familiarity.

“m-more toru, please— want you s-so bad!” you beg, body jerking into his touch as you seek out for more. your robe falls off your shoulders and pools around your lower back, exposing your hickey marked back and shoulders.

“anythin’ for you, mama.” is all that’s left to said, before your neglected clit is hit with a wave of sudden attention— vibrating attention.

your eyes roll back as you sob, a weak smile tugging at your lips. he pays strict focus to your pussy, stimulating all nerves with precision simply to ensure your pleasure. his fingertips reach areas you could never imagine reaching yourself, knuckles dragging along your gummy walls as they clench down on him.

your hips bounce and grind, greedily seeking for more despite the buzzing sensation on your clit. the vibrating toy seems to drive you over the edge, as your back arches into him, breast pressed firmly against his own chest and he hears the chains at your cuffs rattling.

he bets you wish you could cling onto him, claw at his skin and tug at his hair. to some extent, he wishes you could too, but he’s utterly obsessed at how helpless you currently seem— mindlessly caving into his desires.

“cummin’— oh god, ‘m gonna cum baby,” you warn him, that coil in your stomach on the brink of releasing. you feel the slip of his fingers easing as you cream all over his knuckles, your essence lubing the process as is dampening his sweats dark grey.

“mmh yeah, that’s right—cum all over my fingers angel, show me what a good girl you are,” gojo purrs in your ear, voice thick like honey while pressing a chaste kiss to your sweaty temple, the dam finally breaking.

your body rakes as you cum hard, pleasure jolting throughout your limbs. you cry out, tears streaking down your flushed cheeks as your jaw slackens and your tongue lolls. your hips stutter as they seek for more attention, grinding into his curled fingers with no rhythm or pattern— simply chasing that longing to drag out this orgasm as much as possible.

and there gojo sits, absolutely in love as you twitch and stutter, thanking him endlessly while your cunt squirts and leaks like a faucet over his lap. he can’t help the feral grin that takes over, chuckling breathlessly as he mutters,

“holy shit—i take it you liked my gifts, didn’tcha princess?”

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎— acts of service.

“your wish is always my command, doll.”

toji loves through making sure your all of your needs are met. he’s a simple man— hard shelled on the outside but a gooey on the inside. your presence in his life has softened him up (and so has age) whether he likes to admit it or not, therefore it’s easy for you to get away with anything under his watch.

he’ll sigh and call you a spoiled brat often and will likely even kiss his teeth while he’s at it, but it’s never a burden to him—you’re never a burden to him. he’d do anything for you—walk all around the world and back on one leg, so long as it made you happy, because you made him a happy man.

so, if showing his love for you through little acts that’ll eventually brighten up your day and lessen your workload is how he operates, it’s safe to assume it’s only the same way in bed—somehow even better.

if acts of services incline to helping support and making you feel taken care of, then foreplay is toji’s best friend. his domain and territory, taking care of you and your body to prep you into aiming for that orgasmic bliss. you won’t have to do a single thing but lay down all prettily.

“relax mama, lemme take care of you.”

he kneels to the edge of your shared bed, knees pressed into the fluffy carpet on the floor. he licks his lips as he’s presented with a view that has him bricked embarrassingly quick— your perfect cunt, all puffy and dribbling with your slick for him.

on all fours, your hands claw at the sheets on your bed when you feel his warm tongue swipe at your folds, collecting all of your essence in one go. your lips fall into an ‘o’ shape, eyes fluttering shut as you’re consumed by a warm feeling spreading all throughout your body.

toji’s lips latch onto your lower ones, eating you out like a starved man. his tongue dips in and out your walls, lips sucking eagerly as you greedily push your ass further into his face. he tongue fucks you, swiping the wet muscle from one end to the other, never missing a spot. you taste absolutely amazing, and toji will never fail to let you know otherwise, groaning into your cunt as vibrations are sent up your spine.

“fuck toji—yes, right there!” you arch your back, chest pressed down to the mattress of the bed. your fingernails scratch at the material of the sheets, mouth drooling and cheek smushed down.

your foot shakes uncontrollably at the side of his head, he notices, when he pulls away and uses his hand gripped firmly at your thighs. with your plush flesh in his hold, he spreads your cheeks apart, hearing the slickness of your pussy gush and watching as your walls flutter and clench around nothing.

his thumbs spread open your pussy, slips in a finger teasingly before pulling away, and you whine, pushing your hips back desperately to chase that digit. the pad of his fingers rubs at your folds, dragging downwards to your clit before moving back up.

he reads your body perfectly, a language he’s officially mastered, as your muscles clench and tremble at his touch. he knows you’re nearing, but that you need a simple push to the finish line.

“s-stop teasing toji, i wanna c-cum!” you complain, eyes watery as you look back behind you, past your ass.

toji peeks his head, green eyes reading you like a book, with his signature smirk tugging at the scarred corner of his lips. he pops a thumb in his mouth, before pulling it out and pressing at your puffy folds.

“told you to relax, didn’t i?” he repeats himself, pumping his thumb in and out, the intrusion making you wince. you bite your bottom lip as you melt into the mattress, nodding your head at his words.

“but you’re t-taking too—fuck, longgg!” you all but sob when you feel his lips latching at your clit. he nibbles down on it like a pacifier, tongue slurping and lapping at the bundle of nerves, flicking the bud with precision. “more baby—yes, right there, shit!”

what a spoiled brat, toji thinks but complies regardless. you’ve got a sour mouth, cussing as much as you do, but he assumes that’s partly his fault—half because he swears double the amount you do, and because he’s making you feel as good as he promised he would.

he feels your body trembling beneath his touch, and so he moves up to his favorite forbidden hole, the one that’d been winking at him since this all started, and pours his focus on there.

he slides his tongue up to your ass and feasts. he’s a filthy man, and you’re an even filthier woman—a moan ripping out of your so loudly he’s sure you’ll both be getting filed with noise complaints, as your squirt splashes all over his face. his fingers gush in and out of your pussy, fighting against the deathly grip you’ve got on him, fucking into you rough and hard— aiming for that spot that has you blacking out temporarily.

your ass cheeks jiggle as your entire body shakes, eyes rolled to the back of your head and tongue peaking out your mouth. your cheek is smeared in a pool of your drool, and you look a hot mess— his favorite look on you.

“that’s it, my spoiled princess—don’t you know anythin’ you want is yours? then cum like you fuckin’ mean it baby.”

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔— quality time.

“can do this shit all day mama— swear to you nothin’ gets better.”

geto loves through spending dedicated time with you. he finds his days pointless and slow whenever he isn’t around you, or able to at least have you assist him in whatever he does. some call it clingy (which yes, he’s very clingy but just subtle about it) but geto calls it the bare minimum. after all, he’s your boyfriend and you’re his girlfriend so there shouldn’t be an issue with wanting to be at your beck and call all the time. he’s more than glad to complete mundane activities with you— so long as he’s guaranteed his well earned time with you.

ultimately, you have his undivided attention at all times. geto’s a homebody, and to him, nothing compares deepening your guys’ connection through uninterrupted time spent together. he would rather spend his time in the comfort of his four walls with you then wander the streets outside with his insufferable white haired best friend (despite loving him). you’re his girlfriend, therefore you come first. his favorite hobby would have to be cuddling considering he gets the best of both worlds—your time and your body.

these sort of moments happen after a wild night of love making. sprawled onto your dirty bed, you’re naked and laying on your side—your sticky back facing his broad chest, as a strong arm wraps around your waist protectively. silence fills your shared room and the rays of the moonlight shine upon your side profile, emitting a heavenly white filter on you—and geto swears you’re an angel sent from above.

your pussy’s sore from the previous abuse inflicted on it, but geto’s stubborn and insists to stay inside since it helps him fall asleep quicker, “helps me relax baby” he claims with a smirk, though you know better, calling his bullshit immediately. you know your boyfriend inside out, and despite knowing that he’s prone to spending time together pointlessly so long as it’s done the both of you, you also know he’s sort of a pervert.

still, you’re the fool at the end of the day since this routine is long overplayed and you know exactly just how it ends. right when slumber is bound to catch up to you, eyelids getting heavy with fatigue—

“suguru…” you slur, his name coming off your tongue in a whine as you feel his hips rock into your ass, his dick gently grinding into your velvety walls.

geto pants from behind you, hands gripping at your hips as he pushes in slowly, bottoms out to the very hilt, before pulling out till your lips suck at his tip alone. “sorry baby, can’t help it—y’keep clingin’ onto me too tight.”

you would’ve protested, had it not been the way your pussy immediately clamped down on his cock when he buried himself back into your warmth. your back arched as you pushed a hand back onto his thigh, squeezing the firm muscle tight. “you’re so—ngh, annoying,”

you hear him chuckle behind you, soft lips kissing at the base of your hickey littered neck. he presses wet kisses down the sensitive skin as his hand grabs ahold of your own leg and lifts it up. this way he has better access to your pussy, a better angle to make you come undone on his cock and watch as your body accepts every bit of love he’s willing to offer to you.

the hand you held at his thigh leaves his leg to move up to his scalp, fingers tugging at the loose strands of hairs, pulling and scratching. geto hums into the crook of your neck, clenching his cheeks and pushing his hips forwards to thrust into you with precision and efficacy—wanting to aim right away for your well deserved orgasm.

your pussy feels like heaven to him, his soul entirely snatched by the tightness of your warm cave enveloping every single inch like his dick gives you life. your words tell him one thing but your body tells him another, falls into his hands and lets him take control— lets him fuck you into pleasure, to have your eyes roll to the back of your skull and chew on your bottom lip to silence your moans.

with each sensual thrust, your ass makes contact to his pelvis, exposing your neglected clit as your folds leak previous mixtures of both your cums. your puffy and swollen clit cries out his name, he’s convinced, and so he slips his other hand down to the bud to flick and toy with it, ravelling at the way your voice cracked so desperately as you called out his name.

“oh fuck—‘s too m-much sugu, still sensitive…” your hand holds firmly onto his wrist, though make no moves to remove it. geto understands you more than you’d like to admit it, and he knows the extent of your capabilities. you’ve still got it, he’s trained his pussy fair enough to handle more until it physically rejects him. till that time comes however, he fears there’s no pulling him out of you any time soon.

“hmm, poor baby.” he hums in faux understanding, fingertips still rubbing at your clit in figure eight motions. he never lets up with his hips, shifting on his side to introduce you to a penetration of a newer and deeper angle, one that has your hand flying to clasp over your parted lips to muffle your moans.

you now rest your eyes close, noting how your stomach had been on the brink of that orgasmic release for some time now. the feeling amplified with your over sensitivity, geto’s formidable strokes at such an awkward angle though his dick stretched you out in the sluttiest way possible, and the coolness of his rings making contact with your heated cunt.

this is the meaning of life, geto thinks as he plants a kiss to your cheek, watching as you shake and crumble beneath his touch, pussy clamping and clenching uncontrollably as it gushes his favorite liquid, coating his legs and ruining the bed yet again. he makes sure to let you know how amazing you are, how amazing you take his dick and how there’s no other place he’d rather be than with you in his arms in both your beds.

“atta girl, keep that shit goin’— fuckin’ love it when you soak me all over with your cum—shit, needa have a taste.”

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎— words of affirmation.

“there goes my beautiful wife—all perfect and all mine.”

nanami loves through reassurance. ironically enough, a man as reserved as himself vocally expresses himself with you and only you. he finds it easiest to love you through words, where he can openly admit how you make him feel, what you do to him and how you do it. he’s utterly in love with you, feels safest in your space, and so the words slip past his lips quicker than he’s able to stop (not that he’d ever try to stop anyway).

your deeming qualities helped him open up and allowed him to be vulnerable. nanami knew letting you go would be the stupidest mistake he could ever commit in his twenty-six years of living, and he’d live the rest of his years in regret if he didn’t act fast, thus explaining the coolness of his wedding ring sitting naturally at his fourth finger against your soft cheek.

he isn’t blind. he’s keen to noticing how bashful you get whenever he verbally expresses himself to you, always catching you off guard. he finds you prettiest when you shy away from his gaze and praises, tucking your hair away from your face as you nibble on your bottom lip.

you’re his wife and it’s in your right to feel complimented and appreciated by him. it’s in your right to know how gorgeous you look, how amazing you smell, how mesmerizing your smile is, how delicious your pussy tastes, and how pretty you sound when you moan his name with extra love.

“kento,” you whine, eyes glazed in tears threatening to spill from the pleasure coursing through your body.

your knees are bent at the sides of your head, feet dangling at his shoulders, as you’re fucked passionately by your husband hovering over you. you’re bent and spread completely open to his disposition, and with a proper shift of an angle in his hips, you can feel his dick dragging at your cunt, every inch coated in your creamy white essence.

nanami focuses on your facial expressions, the scrunch of your eyebrows to the center of your forehead and the way your breast bounce in circular motions with each sharp thrust. he can feel each scratch and rake of your nails at the skin on his back, and he revels in knowing you’re losing you’re composure just as he is.

“you feel amazing love—god, perfect pussy gripping me so tight.” nanami groans, abdominal muscles contracting as your cunt clenches down on his length.

something in the look in your eyes calls out to him—your need to be reassured that you’re doing a good job, that you’re playing your part, that he’s feeling as good as you’re feeling. nanami looks into your pleading eyes and it’s like he’s reading your bare, stripping and leaving you naked for him to devour whole.

so he leans forward, chest hairs tickling your nipples and suddenly he’s in deeper than before, and your eyes roll backwards, arms flinging to loop at the back of his neck. despite his hair matted due to sweat, you card the tresses between your fingers, holding tightly onto his body.

“you’re doing so good for me baby,” nanami praises you right in your ear, the softness and familiarity in his voice sending butterflies in your stomach. you whine and plead and it all comes out as babbles, as your toes curl and nanami penetrates even more sensually than previously.

“never felt anything like it— fuck, you have no idea what you do to me,” his hips meet the back of your thighs at a set pace, heavy balls slapping your ass. he’s certain if he pulled away and looked down, he would be able to see himself peaking through your stomach.

“w-what else?” you ask, almost shyly, watching through low lidded eyes the golden of his hair contrasting with the silvery diamond sitting at your ring finger.

you were just so damn cute to him, asking such an innocent question as if he wouldn’t capture the moon and hand it to you if he could. the equivalent to that would be the band on both your fingers, vowing to living the rest of your lives together.

nanami breathes in deeply, inhaling your natural scent in which drove his pheromones crazy every single time, before exhaling out, “need you forever, princess—mmh, need your perfect pussy and perfect soul with me till the end of time.”

when you clamped harder on his dick and bite down on his shoulder, nanami pushed your hair out your face, and planted a kiss at your temple, “my pretty woman needs her pussy filled with my cum, doesn’t she?”

his weight is all poured down onto you, dick pumping in and out of your wetness with ease. his tip kissed at your cervix, promising to shoot loads and having you wound up swollen and pregnant, that way everyone will know you’re his.

“gonna fuck a baby in this perfect pussy—have you be the mother of my children, shit—all swollen and round and full of my semen,” nanami nips at the shell of your ear, slipping a hand in between both your bodies to toy at your neglected clit. he feels your body jolt from the newfound stimulation, and you mewl, tears finally soaking your flushed cheeks.

his balls frantically slap at your ass, aching and begging to be released inside of you. your pussy greedily calls out for him, clenching down and attempting to milk him from every last drop. each thrust and grind delivered has your right leg shaking at his side, your cunt being pounded into like it’s the last thing nanami has to do.

“c’mon princess, say it—tell me you need it as badly as i do. fuck— i love you with every fiber in me, my love, don’t you ever forget it.”

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎— physical touch.

“need to feel you baby—fuck, come closer please.”

choso loves through the art of physical connection. simple enough, he’s a clingy man that longs for the touch of his partner. he’d been alone for quite some time in his life, touch starved and unknown to a world of love. fresh in his very first relationship, you’d introduced him to all sorts of ways to express himself and he resonated the most with whenever you’d wrap your arms around him, or kiss him feverishly.

he follows you around like a lost puppy, obeys to your every command so long as you reward him with allowing him to cling onto you. if you both watch movies together, cuddling is mandatory, if you’re talking walks together then expect his hands to be interlocked with yours. choso finds there’s nothing more pleasurable than the electrifying feeling that sparks at his skin and creates goosebumps whenever he gets to feel you against him.

it’s an addictive sensation that makes his brain chemistry all fogged up and releases hormones that admittedly turns him on quicker than he would ever admit. so it’s to no surprise that his longing for that skin-to-skin contact is evidently prominent during sex.

choso insists on absolutely no clothing when he fucks you like this—so intimately as you lay flat on your stomach with your arms stretched to tug onto the silk sheets beneath you. hovering over your bare body, his arms pinned at your sides to hold himself up, and he grinds his pelvis at the soft mounds of your ass. he hasn’t even entered inside your warmth but his dick aches painfully, pre cum dribbling all over you smooth skin and into the crack of your ass.

“cho, hurry up,” you whine, wiggling your ass up, unaware of the effect the simple act of contact does to a man like him. worsening matters, you stretch an arm back to hold at his thin waist, encouragingly pushing his hips further so he could take imitative for the rest of the way.

he moans, the subtle graze of your ass at his sensitive skin sending shivers down his spine. his tip rages a angry red, leaking and connecting to the cleft of your ass cheeks. “fuck, okay, okay.”

it doesn’t take long for him to grab the base of his cock, aligning it in to the reward of your gooey center between your ass. your pussy glistens and clenches tantalizingly, and welcomes him with kindness as you suck him in whole. the harmonies ripped from your throats at him bottoming out sends flutters to his heart, his head lolling forward as his nose rests atop your head.

he can smell your shampoo from this angle, can see how you tuck your bottom lip into your teeth, how your lashes flutter beautifully and how your tits bounce with each impact of his thrusts. he feels connected to you through the intimacy of sex, and to no surprise does he lift an arm to wrap it gently around your bare neck.

“so fuckin’ good, hnng, oh fuck—this pussy’s the best,” choso moans, hips lifting up to slam back down into the cleft of your ass, pounding into your tight pussy eagerly. his thumb subconsciously grazed at your jugular, a gentle squeeze around the column of your neck as a reminder of his focus to you.

you lean your head back into his chest, eyes resting shut as you allow yourself to be entirely consumed by your boyfriend. you feel his dick reach extremities that has you curl your toes, fucks into you with an intensity that proves he wants to show you just how much you mean to him through his actions, that he wants to make you cum with him and bind souls together.

his tresses are long fallen out of their regular ponytails and hang around your peripheral. you can hear his whimpers and heavy breathing at the shell of your ear, his lips ghosting from your temple down to your earlobe. he moves back to the rest his chin atop of your head, consumed by the warmth of your gushing cunt enveloping his inches entirely, “love you baby—shit, need to feel all of you, need it badly.”

“fuckkk, touch me, cho~” you egg him on, planting your palms down to your mattress to stabilize yourself as you tilt your head upwards. from this angle, his pink lips hover over yours, albeit backwards, but there’s nothing else choso does better than profess his love for you through physical acts.

and so, he leans down and instinctively kisses you. tongue deep in your mouth, he tilts his head and lets himself swallow your moans, memorizing your taste and sounds. his hips never cease to rock into your ass, his sole arm supporting him aching painfully as it grips onto your waist tight for dear life. with his knees trapping your body in, the hand at your neck slides down your breast and grope at the mounds.

you whine into his mouth as his fingers begin to tweak with your stiff buds, rolling the nipple between his forefingers and fingertips. the blissful feeling from this new stimulation melts your mind as you’re forced to pull away from his lips to breathe.

as he grinds his dick into your pussy, you feel his cock throbbing against your gummy walls and feel the ghost of his fingers roaming at your skin everywhere. from the interlacing of your hands, to the overlapping of your legs, to his lips nipping and biting at your supple flesh at the crook of your neck— choso is everywhere at once, followed by his love for you and it’s all too overwhelming. still, it has your orgasm ripping out of you unexpectedly, gushing your essence out on his cock while he himself finishes inside of you, the final touch to his acts of physical connections with you.

“squeezin’ me so fuckin’ tight—god i love you and your pussy so much, mmh, keep milkin’ this dick baby—fuck!”

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