I’ve decided to rename all the songs on Harry’s House, there you go:
Scabadoobadoo-bapah
Stub your toe 🦶
1982
leaveamerica2kidsfollowher
Just doing cocaine 🤷
✨delicate✨ point of view
Throw a party!!
You pop💥
Love me like you paid me 🫦
Choke her (…with a sea view😏)
Waiting for you to pull me in
You love a fool 😒
Take a walk 🐩
Hope you enjoy this as much as I did, you’re welcome to share your ideas
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Holdin' me back Gravity's holdin' me back
I want you to hold out the palm of your hand
Why don't we leave it at that?
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Thinking about overstimulate Gojo Satoru, who keeps whimpering and trashing around saying "Slow down" or "too fast can't take it" which resulting us to tie his hands above his heads FSFSGAHGSHAJAKSJSJ
⋆ mdni. + gn!reader, riding satoru to tears. ‹3
“stop being so whiney” you huff, struggling to contain the white haired erratic trashing underneath your body, straddling his hips. although you tell him to stop, you don’t really mean it, how could you when Satoru is a sight for sore eyes, all flustered, panting with those pretty puffy lips half open.
another whine comes out of him, looking up at you with pleading eyes, “feels so good, babe, I can’t think straight”
he continues, “slow down a bit, ple— a-ah, oh fuck...!” he cries, back arched and hands shaking, digging into the plush of your thighs, each smack of your ass on this milky thighs brings a sharp inhale of air to Satoru’s lungs, his cock twitching and drooling so much precum into your hole the sound is disgustingly loud.
if Satoru were to be honest, he doesn’t want you to stop, he’s too deep into the pleasure borderline in pain his mouth just splurts whatever words come to his brain, torn into slamming his hips up to fuck your pretty tight hole, or push you away and get a moment to breath and regain a bit of control. with your boyfriend there was no in between of him mercilessly fuckin’ you to tears, or you making him cry instead.
“stay still” you hiss, attempting to push his hands away from your hips, your waist, thighs, wherever his slender fingers found purchase.
yet all your words fall to deaf ears, “baby....! please, no more!” Satoru cries again, toes curling and almost kicking in the bed at the sublime, painful pleasure.
you curse low, considering the current situation was not going anywhere, so you slide back slightly, —continuing to bounce on his cock so hard Satoru’s groans and whines grew louder, blindly reaching for his eye bandages and struggling to wrap them around his wrists, and then to the headboard that rhythmically squealed under your movements.
“k-kinky” he croaks, an attempt of a laugh bubbling in his chest but quickly replaced by a loud moan, head tossed back as your hole sucked another orgasm out of the blue eyed spent cock.
“if you still have energy to joke around then you’re not fucked enough”
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