I smoked away my brain..(plug!k.choso) â§âËâŕźâ§âË
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synopsis: itâs a friday night after work, you finally have the weekend off! stressed, you decide to call your plug, choso. you met him through one of your closest co-workers, yuiji after finding out he had a brother, since then, I guess you can say that you became choso's favorite customer â â
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levy's noteâ⚠࣪ Ë: not my best work (i wrote this while i was high) :( but the show must go on. i had the idea to add visual links but i didn't know if people would be cool wit that, so lmk! tyy :) *there may be spelling errors,etc*
â°â˘Â it was a late friday night and you didnât have work tomorrow, so what did u do? called choso, your plug of course. though he was your drug dealer, you knew him a little bit more than his other customers, might even say, you got special treatment. choso was always laid back, he hated people in his business so not many people knew much about him, you wouldnât have met him if it weren't for yuiji.Â
 when he arrived, you stood outside the car door , just talking for a moment before he asked if you wanted to chill for a bit, suggesting you smoke a few blunts and talkâŚas you know, he always enjoyed your company.Â
âso how you been, ma?â he asks, passing you the blunt as he fights a grin asking you the question. taking it from his hand, you take a pull before answering, â tired, work has been stressing me out lately, but iâm doing okayâ you flash him a small smile before taking another pull from the blunt. âyou've been staying after hours, right?â he laughed a little, you could tell he was already buzzed. âyou stalking me?â you ask, keeping up the light mood. passing the blunt back to him, your body began to feel heavy.Â
ânahh, yuiji told me. the boy never shuts up about you, heâs worried bout youâ, he says nonchalantly, taking another hit from the blunt. âyou gotta take it easy for realllâ his words slowing down a little. you could feel your head start to spin as the car became filled with more and more smoke, making your brain blank a little. âiâm doing fine though! just make sure you tell him to not worry when you get backâ you laugh a little at the fact that yuiji worried about you and told his brother. choso takes a few pulls before outing the blunt. âyou ainât fine, you just said you was stressedâ his words slur a little, the bud getting to his head. â know i had smoke with you real quick, mamaâ he says with a grin on his face, pulling out another pre-rolled blunt, passing it to you with his lighter.
âbeing generous tonight, cho?â you smile at him, lighting the next blunt. â you said you were stressedâŚyou know i gotchu.â he says looking at you with a soft expression, making eye contact you try to avert your eyes. though choso was your friendâs brother you couldnât help but admit he was so fucking hot. he was the quiet type, never spoke too much about himself or his life, he was a chill type of guy. that's what made you take interest in him, he was a mystery, really.Â
you continue to spend the night just talking, getting things off your mind. choso was always a good listener and it seemed like he loved to listen to you talk. you could sometimes feel the way his eyes are glued to your lips as you're talkingâŚor when he thinks you're not looking, you could feel the way his low eyes trace your figure as you tell him about what's going on. your mind gets more and more intoxicated as the rotation continues several times, somehow heâs still going, waiting for you to tap out or break the box.Â
it's getting later as you both continue to talk, rotation going back forth as well, reminiscing about the past you both giggle and laugh. the euphoric feeling takes over your body, you havenât felt this high in a really long time, you almost feel yourself twitching. choso lets out a soft laugh before passing the blunt back to you, his eyes low and red. âhmmph, cho, youâre not tapping out yet?â you pout giving him a playful hit on his arm before taking the blunt from his slender fingers. âthink you could out smoke me, baby?â his tone lowers, a grin plastered on his face, laying back in his seat he watches as you look surprised at the name he called you.Â
âof course i can!â you reply quickly with a smile on your face. âwhat you suggestinâ , girl? we try?â he says, his words slow and slurred, looking up at you making eye contact with you.Â
you tried to avoid his eyes as you took another hit from the blunt, you couldnât help but think about how hot he looked when he was high, you thought maybe shit was just getting to your head.Â
âwhy you keep lookinâ away from me, ma?â he couldnât help but laugh a little, clearly intoxicated. he passes you another blunt again with his lighter, willing to give into your little game. you kill off the blunt before looking at him, taking the next blunt from him to light , he couldn't help but smile. you could tell choso was on a different planet at the moment but you both felt the tension. â you're gonna regret this, baby. you canât out-smoke meâ his tone was lower than before. you laugh, exhaling before passing it back to him.â you said you were being generous tonight, right cho?â you tease him, thinking that heâll tap out sooner or later. the rotation continued.
and somehow, you find yourself in the backseat of chosoâs car, the two front seats pushed back, making enough space for you to be perfectly sat on top of him. one hand on your hips, gripping them firmly. His shirt and your clothes are discarded and thrown onto the dashboard of the car and on the car floor. your chest pressed against his as he has one hand harshly holding down your hips on top of him, and the other around your neck. smashing his lips onto yours as the hand on your neck slightly tightened as it guided you to keep up with how he was moving.Â
his kisses become sloppier by the minute as you grant his tongue access to yours, before he pulls away, loosening the grip on your neck and allowing you to catch your breath. âthis is what yaâ get, babyâ he groans, his gaze focused on the way your body looked as you were on top of him, trying to catch your breath. you couldnât help but take a minute to breathe, his hands traveling to your lower body. his two large hands on your hips, gripping them firmly, slightly pushing your clothed cunt against his tightening bulge, his jeans unbuckled & pushed down far enough to reveal the wet spot forming in his boxers..âcmonn, please help me, babyâ choso whined, guiding your hips to grind against his bulge through your soaked panties. . âchoso, youâre just really high right now, relaxâ you pat his head before looking down at him, your hands on his shoulders.Â
he groans, throwing his head back before pulling you closer to his chest. âfuck, iâm so impatient, girlâ he whines, burying his face into your neck. one of the hands-on your hips now placed on ur neck, you almost gasp at the feeling of the slightly tight grip on your neck âcho.. take it easy on meâ you choke out trying to keep yourself composed as you could feel how hard the poor boy was under you.Â
planting wet kisses and leaving deep shades of red and purple on your neck, you bite your tongue to hold back the small yelps that almost escape your lips each time you feel his teeth gently sink into the sensitive spots of your neck
poor thing, he couldnât help but think about how badly he wanted to stuff your tight cunt. his head spinning and low eyes making it worse, he needed it.Â
âplease let me fuck you, babyâ he whines into your neck, he couldnât take it anymore. he barely waits for you to nod before choso letâs out a soft growl, growing needier by the moment, one of his hands moving away from your hips. slowly moving down to your panties.
he brushes his thumb over your clit, âjust the tip baby, I promiseâ he whines, looking up at you with his low red eyes, moving your panties to the side , âpromise??â you move one of your hands down to his erection, freeing them from his boxers. âpromise, doll faceâ he says, lining himself up with you, his hands digging into your soft hips.Â
you choke back a moan as the tip of his cock enters your soaking cunt. a loud whimper escapes his lips as he throws his head back. he couldnât take it , your tight cunt was squeezing his leaking tip. he wanted to see how youâd take him sooo bad.Â
 âfuck- iâm s-sorry ma but-â he manages to say through his sped up breathing before roughly pushing your hips down, your cunt stretching around him as he throws his head back in pleasure. âchosoo, you p-promisedâ you moan loudly. âsorry baby, take it for me⌠please?â he almost finds himself begging.Â
his rough hands hold your body up, rutting his hips into you at a slow but steady pace, allowing you to get used to the feeling, kissing your cervix each time he comes back down. bouncing yourself back on him, one of his hands cup your face forcing you to look at him with your teary eyes.Â
he couldnât help himself from taking in every part of you. he loved watching the way you tried to hide the way your facial expression changed each time his tip hit the right spot. admiring the pretty sounds you made for him and only him to hear. he loved knowing that he was the one relieving your stress.Â
ââfuckkk .. you move your hips so well. keep riding me s-so fucking good.â he moans loudly before pulling you closer to him. you could swear his voice was louder than yours but he just couldnât help it.Â
you feel the tears well up in your eyes as his pace begins to quicken, pounding into you, the vibrations riding along your sensitive clit making you moan louder with pleasure. â-- ngh! feels good .. s-so good,â you babble, your body getting tired, you lean on his chest for more support.Â
your nails digging into his back, the pain almost giving him more energy, he pounds into you harder making the sounds you were making impossible to suppress. you feel the knots in your stomach tighten.Â
âc-cummingâmâ gonna c-cum mmph!!â you whine,Â
â cmon baby,, cum on my dick mâ almost thereâ he groans in your ear as you grip his shoulders tighter. you feel a euphoric wave overtake your body as he continues to chase his high, fucking you through your orgasm, leaving your legs shaking as he overstimulates your weak spot.Â
âfuckfuckfuckfuck!--- p-please take it, princess. mâ right thereâ heâs at the point of tears. your vision is blurry as you watch as he desperately fucks into you. you weakly push yourself back against him, attempting to help him.Â
âiâm cumming, p-please donât stopâ he whines loudly as he continued to fuck into you before feeling his dick twitch inside of you, his breathing became heavier. he buries his face into your neck, whimpering as he paints your tight gummy walls white, riding out his high.
he lifts his head, face stained with tears, he looks at you with low eyes, trying to catch his breath.Â
â think ya got one more faâ me, princess?âÂ
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15 SECONDS OF FAME! â â GOJO SATORU.
⤠popstar!gojo masterlist
headline. fucking your client wasnât on your bucket list. the famous popstar 'toru' says he canât perform because of issues heâs having with his voice. but he finds another way to warm up his vocal cordsâit involves being between your legs.
word count. 4.2k
warnings. fem! reader, popstar!gojo, pwp, unprotected sex, modern au, he's a whiney brat, overstim, degradation, praise, semi public, impact play, cunnilingus, fingering.
an. lol this was fun 2 write !! ty @osaemu as always for beta'ing
ââŚnono, you donât understand. i canât go out there, i justâŚcanâtâ!â gojo mutters, and heâs pacing back and forth. talk about a drama queen. to think you had to deal with this every day, being the infamous satoru gojoâs personal assistant was never an easy task. his attire wasâŚquite enthralling to say the least. gojo was draped up in a sheeny black one-piece with rhinestones attached in a few places, he always had his outfits designed a certain way. not too tight, not too big.
you sat on the sofa, taking a sip of a latte he bought you as a thanks for saving him to deal with the hoards of paparazzi that practically lived outside the stadium back-way entrance.
âsatoru, you do this before every show,â you sigh, glancing at him. you couldnât lie to yourself, he was strikingly handsome. gojoâs hair was a tad bit messy and ruffled. it was a slight v-cut towards his chest to show a bit of skin. his fangirls always went wild over the most minimal things such as that. âyou do realize youâre supposed to be performing in front of 10,000 people? canceling right before a show isnât a good lââ
âi knowâŚi know,â he pouts, and heâs so unserious, you sort of found it hard to believe this was a millionaire pop star whoâs such a household name. gojo lets off a loud sigh before walking towards you with a sheepish grin. âthese cough drops youâve been givinĘź me havenât done shit.â
âreally...â you deadpan, casually giving him nothing but a sly eye roll.
gojo sulks and heâs just a few feet apart from you now. âmhmâŚreally,â he says, and the slight rasp in his voice catches your attention. his earpiece was still on, as well with his mic that hung just barely underneath his chin. âi did research though. about other methods that help with heh, um vocal fry..â
you stare up at the popstar, and heâs returning the gazeâŚas if he was trying to hide the smile that was already forming against his pink lips. you donât give him an answer and this time, heâs the one to roll his eyes.
ââŚwell since you asked so nicely,â he grumbles, the same pout going against his face before he pulls out his phone. gojo scrolls a thumb down against his bright screen before clearing his throat. âhm, according to this totally accurate article, it says⌠to fully recover from vocal fry, a guy must uh, receive a special treat within a womanâsââ
you blankly stare at him, already second-guessing his fake response. âjust say you want to eat me out, satoru.â
âwhaâ whereâd you get that impression?â he plays dumb, furrowing his eyebrows and cowardly looks around the room. a few seconds go by before he shrugs, speaking quickly, defeated. ââŚ.fine i wanna eat you out. hmph.â
you turn your head for a brief moment, hearing the defending roars of the crowd just a few areas down from the dressing room the two of you currently stayed in. âmaybe after your show, they're chanting for yââ
âthey can wait,â he frowns, and he turns you around, two hands softly holding onto your shoulders. gojo remained with a pout, bottom lip just slightly tucking underneath the top one. âi canât.â
the both of you grow quiet for a long moment, and gojo seems seriousâdramatic, but serious. you and him both exchanged sensual eye contact, and you were so close to gojo that you could practically smell the strong cinnamon scent of his intoxicating cologne. the popstar smooths his lips together before briefly shifting his eyes down at the floor and then back up at you.Â
âfive minutesâŚfive minutes, that isn't too long is it?â he stammers, and the gaze the two of you made starts to get more and more intense. âi wonât get into too much trouble if it's just five minutes right?â
âyouâre insufferable.â you mumble, letting off a soft sigh. âokay, five minutes. if you say this helps with yourâvocal whatever.â
not much to your surprise, five minutes turned into half an hour.Â
you held back a moan the sudden second you felt gojoâs warm tongue swiftly lap against your drenched folds. he made you wriggle against him, and you maintained a rough grip against the laid-back sofa.
âs-satoru,â youâd whimper out, gasping at how sloppy he was. you were prompt up in such a position to where you were bent over the arm part of the couch, skirt lifted, fishnets just barely pulled down, and the most vulgar expression. âoh my g-goddd, you're gonna make the others outside h-hear.â
âyouâll just have to be a little more quiet, assistant,â he whispers, cool breath fanning against your pussy. perhaps this was unprofessional, no it was very unprofessional. a plethora of following consequences started to race through your mind. âwhat time is it?â
you moaned, reaching near the wooden half table for his watch and read the time, âum.. quarter past eight.â
âaw man,â he sulks, softly licking the your tender pulsating numb with the very tip of his tongue. with a quick second, he maneuvers circles all over your clit to feel you squirm and jitter against him. âthat much time passed? canât stand rushingâŚâ
as you cling onto the fluffed couch, your black pencil skirt that was just sluggishly raised up and yet, you continued to gnaw the inside of your lip from the feelings of his tongue, entirely sloppy.
the slurps that exited from his mouth had your bottom lip quivering in such desire. you craved more, the way he swirled and curved the length of his tongue throughout your pussy earned umpteen gasps and whines from you.Â
âsâsatoru,â youâd croak out, and heâs casually taking the time to make out with your folds. languidly, your slick race down his chin, and between breaks to breathe, he'd lap up his tongue before diving back in. âfuck, âm gonna cum again, think âm gonna cum..â
âwait a little longer, yeah?â he murmurs, grabbing the fat of your ass with two rough hands. you felt bundles of butterflies stir inside your stomach, feeling gojoâs nose swipe against your folds for a few jiffs. âlet me eat, haven't had a good meal all fuckinâ day.â
you swallowed, not even facing him but you could practically see the grin stretching across his lips. âandâŚand whoâs fault was that?â
he chuckles, warm breath fanning against your cunt. âokay, you have a point,â and your thighs feel feverishâyouâre so hot, and not because of the sudden humidity wafting around the small dressing room.
the popstar lolls out his tongue, humming before you moan, feeling him lick your pussy in a straight direction. âmhm, this is better than anything else though.â
you were about to speak, but all that did was make you let out a shaky whine. the smooth pads of his thumbs graze against both parts of your ass as he continued to eat you out like a starved man. it was as if time stood still, your mouth grew exceedingly dry and your legs felt like they could barely stand up on their own.Â
âsa..satoru,â you once more repeated, not knowing how long you could last. simply, his tongue was dangerousâgod, it was just the way he moved it in every direction.
he knew where to lick, where to suck, and even nibble. gojo found himself tickling his tongue against your little nub before sucking on it. all to hear you cry out in desperation. cacophonies of whimpers depart from your glossed lips such as, âsatoru,â âplease-please,â and âm gonna c-cum.â
there was no denying, gojo had you an entire stammering mess. you found yourself even questioning how this became, the two of you were never intimate. although, there's always been steamy moments between the two of you.Â
for instance, there was a moment where gojo took you with him to the hot springs while he was on tourâŚwhich non-surprisingly led to a hot make-out sesh. that was a few months ago, and the two of you decided to not think much of it. of course though, there are always assumptions being made about the two of youâalways from the nosy journalists and interviewers.Â
each interview, itâd always be questions theyâd ask about the precious little assistant thatâs essentially attached by the hip to the famous gojo satoru.
âare you and that girl exclusive yet?â
âhow long have you two seen each other?â
âplease. describe to us. whatâs she like in bââ
theyâd get more perverted each time. alas, gojo always loathed it whenever the press referred to you as âthatâ girl.
his jaw would always clench in sheer annoyance. perhaps he didn't have the right to feel that way, but he was somewhat protective over you. it wasn't like you were his bodyguard or anything clearly, but still. he always liked how you treated him just like youâd treat anyone else.
âsatoru..â you'd cut him off from his deep thoughts. âyour phone keeps beeping.â
âhuuuuh?â he grouches, ears perking at the annoying screech of his device. gojoâs thumbs remain against both edges of your ass before he breaks off his lips, a long string of his own saliva running down your slit. âoh, can you hand it to me?â
he's so nonchalant, and with your back still arched, you lightly fling his phone towards him.
he grumbles.
picking up the phone, typing in his twenty one digit passcode of âsexymansexyspraycan69â before with a click, it unlocks. gojo darts his eyes towards his phone and hums at the five messages left from his manager, kento nanami.Â
âGreetings. Where are you? Message me Ass.â
âASAP. Autocorrect.â
âYour fans think your dead.â
âDonât tell me you're busy with that assistant of yours again.â
âWhen your sales start going low, don't blame me.â
and many more unread, âblah blah yeah yeah,â gojo murmurs, skimming through the loads of unread gray bubbled messages. ânothing important. geez, can't have a single moment to myself.â
you were so close to orgasming and that's when gojo flips you over to face himâyou're panting and he flashes you a soft smile, leaning in to kiss your forehead. âaw, waiting for me?â he whispers, bringing a gentle kiss towards the inner corner of your neck. his touch was immensely warm, something you just couldn't describe. âyou wanna cum don't you, baby?
âm-mhmm.â was all you could manage out, wrapping your arms around him as he got right between you. gojo continues to trail kisses down your neck before chuckling.Â
âuse those words, câmon. don't be shy. i wanna hear ya tell me what you want.â
the way he was such a tease, you couldn't stand him, then again you could. so annoying, gojoâs warmth of his performing outfit brushed against your skin. the perfectly knitted fabric of it dancing against your skin as he inched closer towards you. âtell me how much of a messy girl you wanna be.â
âiââ you started, and he took a moment to stare into your eyes. gojo looked so pretty, smug yes, but pretty. long lashes each time he blinked, fluttering against him. whenever he showcased that well-known cheeky smile of his, his dimples would poke right against his lips. âi-i wanna cum. please, lemme cum, âtoru..â
âpretty girllll wants to cummmm,â he sings in a playful melodic tune. again, you couldn't stand him. singing right in the middle of something so intimate. gojo runs a hand down your buttoned-up shirt before chuckling. âhm, i suppose. go ahead, let go fĘźr me.â
once you do, immediately your vision turns dizzy. all you saw was a few blotches of white, and it feels so good that the feelings have you biting down on your lip. gojo leans into your neck, whispering sweet nothings against you while giving your ass a soft caress.
âgood girl, just let goâŚyeah,â he purrs, giving your collarbone a gentle suck. you taste so sweet to him. you're addicting, simple as that. like candy he can't get enough of.
gojo satoru had a sweet tooth for you, there was no doubt about it. âfuck, i can just suck on you all day,â he utters in a low voice, and his warm hands part your thighs so he can get a bit more between you. âi need moreâŚfuck the fans, i need you.â
âidiot, donât say that..â you moan, and he's kissing all down the crevices of your neck again. gojoâs lips against your tender skin gave you chills. even still, you were so hot, from the neck down. it felt amazing, the feeling of him sucking and kissing against your skin to such a point that you're just throbbing. ât-theyâre waiting for you.â
âthey can keep waiting,â he smiles, leaning down to kiss near your chest, moving the exclusive backstage lanyard pass away with a slight grip. âdamn, you don't know how hard iâve been during rehearsal. iâi think about you, you know?â
you gawk up at him as his body towers over you, his costume glimmers in the light before he starts to peel it off carefully. you were taken by surprise so you mutter, âyouâŚyou do?â
âwell yeah girl,â he rolls his eyes, such sass in his tone, following with the low rasp that hid underneath his voice. âyou drive me crazy in the worst way.â
âthe feelingâs mutual, popstar.â you utter, a glint in your eye.
âhmpf. now that i was nice enough to let you cum, you decide to be a brat, huh?â he raises a brow, using two fingers to brush his mic piece aside.Â
a coyish grin goes against your lips. âsorry. are you gonna do anything about it?â
ââŚshut up..â he grumbles, and he does.Â
pretty much, you then found yourself on your hands and knees on the couch, feeling gojo caress your ass briefly before meeting the mounds of your skin with a mean spank.
you suck in shortened breath. âooh,â he says as you moan in unison of the light thwack. âyou get off on spanks, huh?â he utters in a grouse, the feeling of his palm kissing against your skin making you continuously pulse.Â
ân-no.â you spat.Â
âliar,â he matches your snarky tone, and you let off a gasp once you feel him finally rub the tip of his dick against your folds. gojo grows abnormally quiet the minute your slick coats his length freely. âfuckkk,â he sighs, eyes closing for a short second. you teasingly wriggled your ass against him and he spanks you again. âyouâre so impatient, wait.â
âdo you even know how to fuck?â you slip out, and you held back a giggle. perhaps you shouldn't have said that, your thoughts did speak way more than they should anyway.Â
gojoâs eyebrows curl into a furrow, and his voice genuinely sounds offended. âwhaâ?! of course i do.â
âjust asking.â you tease.Â
âjust asking,â he mocks your tone, completely butchering it purposely and gojo slowly starts to make his way inside of your tight pussy. he's gradually moving himself in, and you let off a moan before he continues, âyeah. shut the f-fuck up.â
a small grin stretches against your lips, because you hear how gojo stutters whilst sinking inches into you. even while trying to be mean and degrading, he was so close to moaning himself. it was simply adorable. you maintained a mere pristine arch while biting the inside of your cheek once more.Â
âyou're s-so wet ân sloppy,â he huffs out a groan, and the squelches your pussy made against him was simply enticing. for a second, you grew mute once you gave your own body a listen. just the faint sounds of gojoâs jagged breathing, âf-fuck, âs good. keep facing that way, just like that. good.â
gojoâs touch against your spine was purely gossamer.Â
he was soft, gentle, delicate.
yet the minute he started to create a pace with his rollicked hips, he couldn't contain himself. the way his dick probed throughout your walls, you kissed your teeth in longingâjust for him to just hurry.
gojo was always such a tease, the fat plump head of his cock dabbing against your pussy.Â
âs-stop playing and just put it in.â you moaned, growing impatient by the mile.Â
âheh, you know what they say,â he mumbles, you pulse even more once you feel him slide in about a single inch or twoâŚonly to then go right back out. âpatience is a virgin.â
ââŚitâs virtue.â
âthatâs what i saiââ
âjust fuck me.â you whined.Â
gojo giggles, and finally, he starts up his slovenly pace again. he grips onto your hips before sighing. he takes note of the way you progressively suck him in.
you linger over the couch, the fabric of your own pencil skirt just hovering over your waist before gojo starts to sway his hips.Â
you had to stop yourself from being so noisy, executives were probably in the other room.
some kind of meeting perhaps occurring, yet here you were, happily entangled with your client. such thick inches he was dumping into you had nearly drooling. gojoâs base was rotund and fat, thwacking and thwacking against you to where you're so dizzy.Â
âf-fuck, âtoru.. âs good.â you whined, every few seconds heâd smack your ass to watch your ass jiggle with such recoil. it was one of his favorite moments to witness. as your lips stuck together, your thighs already felt weak and tremulous.Â
âdamn girlâŚdidn't expect you to s-start throwinâ yourself back again me,â he sibilates, and for a concise moment his head goes back. a groan flies past his glossed pink lips as your ass continued to thrash against him. âyou're such a needy girl. trynaâŚf-fuck me back..â
the way his voice unintentionally got low whenever he was in such a trance had you throbbing, such convulses making you nearly weak in the knees.
to you, the feeling was indescribable. such pools of heat ran between your legs the more his thrusts picked up.
his dick reached every spot, so much so being preciseâyou felt the curve of his length analyze all throughout your inner walls. it didn't miss a spot, he reached deep and you let off the cutest whimper. âgod, r-right there. please, âtoru. y-your curve, âs reaching me deep.â
âyou f-flatter me,â he pants, trying to ignore his flusteredness. gojoâs right hand, the hand that had a half-cut open glitter glove that coordinated alongside his outfit ghosts against your ass. his lip quivers from his pace, and the way your pussy just sucks him dry, a few splotches of pre-cum cutely coated against the outer part of your ass. âfuck, dunno how much i can take with you movinâ your ass against me like thatâŚshit, shit.â
ââŚs-satoru,â you breathed, biting down on your arm to suppress your moans a bit. not before long, he deepens the angle and you feel his sharped hips piston in utter contentment. âfuck, f-fuck. âs deep.â
gojo groans, swallowing the nonexistent lump in his throat before he feels himself coming close.
âthink youâre gonna m-milk me dry,â he gasps, jerk after jerk his hips go against you at full throttle. the base of his dick, you hear the pap pap pap noises commence, and itâs so obscene. âshit, think âm in love,â and then you grow hot. itâs a long inelegant pause before he adds to his words, ââŚi-in love with your pussy.â
you were gonna comment something, but you were too fucked dumb to comprehend anything. youâre basically being fucked stupid into the cushioned sofa. the cottony bristles of the fabric went against your skin as your body lurched forward each time.Â
splaying at an almost animalistic pace, gojoâs ears, the very tips of them at least grow incredibly hot, youâre making his body heat up, scorching. the way your pussy tightly hugged around him like a vice, he was obsessed.
he just couldnât get enough. to think this was the first time heâs been this intimate with youâoh, how he could only imagine what itâd be like for a second time, or a third time, or aâŚ
âs-satoru, your phoneâs ringing..â
he grunts, glancing down to see the bright-lit screen display, and this time itâs geto. with an eye roll, he ignores it, still gripping your hips, heâs attaining his peak before he lets off a husky groan. âf-fuck, âm gonna cum.. can iâ?â
ây-yes, jusâ do it, âtoru,â you spoke, not even letting him finish his sentenceâyou knew what he was gonna ask though if he could shoot inside. you were so drunk from his dick, thoughts on your mind were straight mush.Â
âokay, okay,â he breathes, and even his moans were pretty. figures, gojo was a soprano, so he was bound to sound angelic, even while moaning his head off. it had the perfect pitch to it, such rasp in it, almost breathy.Â
you feel gojoâs pelvic bone thrust a bit more at a quickened pace, accelerating just a bit more and his nerves were just going wild. âfuck, f-fuck..â he grunts, and he starts to grow a bit whiney, his sloppy hits against your rear made out to be a tad bit voluntary, rhythm a bit more expedite, and he clenched his jaw.Â
once gojo came, it's so much.
thick ropes that seeped right into you. you moan, and he pauses his hips just to watch, feeling himself pouring all inside. velvety ropes of the popstarâs cum fills you up to the brim. you're panting, he's panting, and gojo was in love.
was it love? he didn't know, but his pupils were dilated for sure.Â
his breath hitches once he slowly pulls out, watching his own cum slowly spill out between your folds and he lets off a moan. âmade me fuck such a mess into you,â he spouts, running a thumb down your slit to watch you cutely jounce against his touch.Â
âyou ruined my panties.â you whined, turning over to face himâgojo leans in for a kiss, and you return the favor, tasting yourself once more on his lips. the sweetened taste of your own slick that still remained all over his tongue.Â
âbaby, it's not like you need them,â he rasps, grabbing ahold of you, and he positions you to get on his lap. âbesides, i was gonna ask to keep them.â
âwhy?â you mumble, wrapping your arms around his neck, slipping off a moan at his already sensitive tip hovering against your entrance as you realigned yourself.Â
timidly, he runs a hand down his neck. âyâknow. for uhâŚgood luck? was gonna keep them in my pocket or something.â
âyou're soââ
âshhh.â he hums, interrupting your words for another tender kiss. your tongue slides against his, and he tastes minty.
as his breath collides against yours, you playfully bite down on his lip. gojo grunts, and heâs making your way inside again. gingerly, you sink down against his thick base and he gives your ass a mean squeeze before spanking it once you start to move.Â
âoh f-fuckâŚfuck, forgot how sensitive-â he hiccups, watching with half-lidded eyes at your hips rotating against him in an orderly fashion. you moan from his pleasure, taking a second to swallow before whimperingâsoftly, you kiss against his neck and he grunts. âyou-you make me feel so good, baby.â
gojoâs almost at a lost for words, heâs had his fair share of women, but none could make him feel like this.
besides, he's never had the time. touring day in and day out was a hassle, and intimacy was a straight no due to his overly busy schedule.Â
although, whilst the two of you were screwing around, making out and you're riding him cowgirl, thatâs right when the wooden creaky door bursts open.
not to anyoneâs surprise, it's no one other than gojoâs best friend and bassist, suguru geto.
âyou've got to be joking,â he utters with crossed arms, immediately darting his eyes away. âeveryoneâs been calling you, there's a search party, andââ
geto pauses, tilting his head. ââŚis that my clothes you're wearing, satoru?â
âsuguruâŚhey man,â gojo gasps, nervous laughter following his toneâyou jump in surprise, and he wraps an arm around your waist. âiâm⌠kinda of busy here.â
âi don't give a fuck,â he grumbles. âby the way. your mic was on the entire time. you moan like a girl more than her.â
gojoâs eyes widen, reaching for the tiny button near the edge of his mic.
indeed, the switch was turned on and he awkwardly laughed, bringing the speaking part up to his lips.
âehehâŚhey mic check?â and he could hear himself echo through the ear piece. embarrassing.
despite you still being inside, you just sat thereâgeto staring away, not even trying to comprehend what was happening before gojo coos out a subtle cheeky, âuhâŚi didn't know my mic was on. my bad.â
âyou're so stupid...â you run a hand against your forehead in disbelief. an entire stadium practically heard the both of you.Â
the heels of geto turned before gojo brings a finger against your lips to shush, and he pouts. âsugu wait,â
âwhat.â he mutters, turning back around.Â
âwanna joinâŚ? don't think a few more minutes wouldn't hurtâŚr-right?â
ââŚâŚ.â
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