#but yeah just needed to get all this off my chest

[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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[moechies]

sugu breaking your fever 〜（ゝ。∂）

“how d’ya feel pretty?”

“still feel like shit.”

you whine into his chest, the warm compress that once laid on your tummy is held in place by the man.

“y’know.. i heard that orgasms break fevers.”

“what? can’t be, s-stop it.”

“mm what’s the harm in trying?”

“c-cus i’m sick sugu! don’t wanna get you sick too. s-s okay, i’ll get better so—“ your quieted by a cough, followed by the man pressing the glass of water towards your lips.

“doesn’t seem likely pretty. c’mon, let me finger you at least, hm?”

“y-you’re so weird, sugu.”

“that means yes, right?” he slithers atop of you, looking down with a sly grin that you can’t help but flush at. he presses kisses to your hot skin, whining when he nips at your sensitive neck.

“s-sugu, ‘s hot.”

“hmm.. air conditionings on gorgeous..” he teases.

he lifts your shirt, releasing your tits, giving them a light grope. you whine at the sensation of his cold hand pressing against your hot flesh, a slight buck in your hips that yearns for more.

“don’t rush, pretty. we have all day.”

he leans in between your thighs, slim fingers that come to toy with the band of your panties. he presses a harsh kiss to your sticky clit, twitching from the attention.

“needy girl.” he snickers, whistling when he pulls the crotch of your panties to the side. he watches your feverent cunt pulse with need, cute clit swollen and aching for more.

“s-sugu, stop staring.!”

in a short attempt to close your thighs, to prove some decency to the perverted man, you’re met with a gentle slap to your inner thigh. you mewl, anticipating more as he drags a gentle finger through your slit.

“mm, say you want it. tell me ya want my fingers inside, honey.”

“s-sugu don’t tease please.. y-you were the one that said you wanted to give it t’me..”

“mhm, know what i said. now tell me, you want it right?”

you huff, but at last you fall into the man’s trap, “yes s-suguru, wan’ it. want you inside, y-your fingers, please.”

“mm, good girl.” he hums against your thigh, a singular digit slipping into your moist cunt.

“s-sugu..!” you moan with surprise.

“see? if you’re good, ya get what you want, right?”

“y-yes..!”

“now take it gorgeous.” he slips another finger along side his first, curling himself against your sweet gummy walls. you flinch at the sensation, every moment he’s inside of you pushes you towards your high.

he comes up to face your ecstatic expression, smothering your hot skin with gentle but sloppy kisses. you flinch at the sensation, body sensitive due to your cold. it’s all so intense, better, even.

“suguru, p-please..!”

“mhm, patient sweet girl.”

“need t’cum, pleasepleaseplease.. daddy..”

“oh? how dirty, baby. thought you were feeling sick. y’asking for more now?” he chuckles.

“mfgh, d-daddy please.. gonna cum..!”

“yeah? want daddy t’make you cum?”

“yesyes, please..!”

and you do, back arching from the intense sensation, your boyfriends fingers covered in a heavy slick; a sight he’s definitely not new to.

“there you go baby. good girl, such a good girl.”

he pulls himself out gently, wrapping his lips around his own digits, sucking your cum off his fingers. the entire time he stares into you, a teasing smirk spread across his expression.

“stop doin’ that sugu.! ‘s gross!” you whine, flustered from the eye contact he forcefully holds.

“taste so sweet baby.” he teases once again.

he unlatches himself with a ‘pop!’ bending over you to press a heavy kiss onto your lips. he can’t help but laugh when you moan into his mouth, overwhelmed.

“sugu.. tired..”

he presses another kiss onto the soft of your cheek, leaving your side to clean you up for bed.

upon cleaning you up, his heart softens at your sleepy expression and soft snores, pressing a final kiss onto your forehead before slipping besides you.

bonus . . ♡

the morning after is so much better. the sunlight beams through the curtains , the blankets laid on top of you two is just warm enough. doubt him all you want , but turns out his dumb little factoid proves to be true !

but of course he didn’t listen , and now he’s caught your cold.. whining and tugging at your sleeve for you to take care of him , to ride his pain away and make him orgasm so that his fever breaks too.

“y’have to return the favor princess.”

“no, you perv!”

“please, you owe me baby.”

#jjk #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #suguru x you #geto suguru smut #suguru smut #getou suguru #getou x reader #jjk getou #geto smut #getou suguru x reader #geto x reader #geto x you #jjk geto

[girlokwhatever]

you belong to me pt.2

paige bueckers x fem!reader

warnings: pure filth really, alcohol consumption prior to start of story, smut, jealousy/possessiveness, sassy gfs

the ride back to paige’s dorm was tense to say the least. paige’s grip on the steering wheel was tight, her pale white knuckles telling you all you need to know. she’s not looking at you, which makes you pout from your position in the passenger seat. not even a little glance. you can’t tell if she’s mad, disappointed, upset, horny, or all four. you notice she keeps clenching and unclenching her jaw but her eyes never leave the road.

its deafeningly quiet in the car, only the occasional sounds of a bump on the road and your heavy breathing. she looks so good right now and you wish she’d give you some attention before you resort to grinding yourself into the seat.

when the two of you had left the party she pressed you between herself and the car, gripped your chin and told you you were hers only. she slotted her thigh between yours and into your mini skirt, applying pressure to your core.

“aw baby, can feel your heat through my pants”

she got you in the car and now, its nothing from her. but you’re finally to the dorm building parking lot and you couldn’t be any quicker to get out of the car. sliding off of the seat and into the cool air, you grab your girlfriend’s arm as she pushes you towards the building.

her hand started on your lower back but now rests on your ass while you unlock the door. it’s taking you a moment; you’re fumbling the keys and can’t seem to twist it right. paige’s hands roam from your ass to your waist and then she rests them comfortably under your shirt. she’s strumming her fingers against your ribs and you feel them slowly inch up.

you’re losing yourself in her, get a grip girl.

“too fucked by that guy at the party to open the door, huh?” you’re shaking your head no with a fever and your eyebrows are knitted together, but she’s taking the keys out of your hands and opening the door herself.

once it’s open, she’s pushing you through the threshold. you turn to look at her but before you do, her hands are throwing the keys somewhere so they can find a home on your hips instead. now she’s guiding you to her room and onto the bed, the fluffy purple comforter engulfing you.

you want her, bad.

she’s bent down to help you take your heels off, soft hands handling you just the way she wants. once they’re off, her hands slide up your bare legs and the goosebumps begin to rise.

“please, p”

she doesn’t answer you as she stands to hover over your smaller frame, watching the way your legs encircle her waist, trying so hard to pull her in.

paige is pulling your shirt over your head, hands roaming your chest as soon as it’s gone. it takes all her willpower not to give into your silent pleas and circle her tongue around your hardening nipples, so pretty and perky just for her.

“thinkin about that guy baby? the one from the party?” she questions you, enjoying watching you shaking your head and reach out for her. she lets you pull her down, propping herself up on each side of your head.

“baby please, only want you. ‘m yours p”

“yeah you are. but i gotta make sure you remember that next time you let another guy touch you. gonna make you remember.” she’s sucking sweet spots on your neck now, knowing all the places that make you squirm. you’re whimpering in her ear and she’s losing composure, barely managing to hang on.

your girlfriend notices the way you rub your legs together, chasing any sort of friction you can. she’s wedging her leg between yours and your eyes roll back, working yourself on her sweatpants and you swear you’re so fucking close-

“paige please!”

she’s never heard you willingly beg so much just for her attention. she decides to take it easy on you since she knows you didn’t really do anything wrong, just the ass fuck face from the party.

paige pulls your nipple into her mouth, gently sucking and massaging with her tongue. her sweatpants grow damp from your slick seeping through your underwear and it only spurs her on. she paws at your other breast, rolling your nipple between her fingers and cupping her hand full of it.

“paige, m’gonna cum- so close” and just like that she’s pulling away and you feel like you’re on fire. your denied orgasm burns through you and you can’t even believe it– she’s never done that before.

“what-“

“take your clothes off.”

you stare at her in disbelief as you slowly stand up, pulling off the rest of your clothes. she’s watching you the way predators watch their pray and it you can’t help but grow shy under her gaze. you didn’t notice the spot you made on her pants until now and your face glows with embarrassment.

you don’t get another second to think about it though; she’s moving towards you and pulling you on top of her lap while she sits.

“do i not make you feel good enough baby? had to go get yourself off on my leg. guess you don’t want my help anymore,”

her thumb brushes over your clit and you’re practically shaking on top of her, gripping her shoulders for dear life. her thumb glides over your wetness and back onto your clit but she quickly pulls away again. you think you’ll explode if she keeps going like this.

“i do want your help p, i need it. please paigey,” she was right, you’ve never begged like this before. you’ll do anything she wants, you’ll take anything she gives.

“yeah? how much?” her lips are gliding down your neck and her thumb traces the slowest figure eights on your clit. she can feel the heat radiating off of you, feels you throbbing for her.

“more than anything.”

you’re holding her arm now, fingernails dug deep. she’s looking right at you and you’re almost certain you’re going to fade away in this moment. she feels your arousal leak out and drip onto her hand. she swears she’s seconds away from burying her hand inside your warmth.

“not that other guy?”

you almost cry at the mention of him. if he hadn’t been such a weirdo, your girlfriend would’ve surely fucked your brain out by now. “no, not him.”

“that’s right baby, you belong to me.”

“i belong to you, paige.” all in a second, you’re on your back and she’s between your legs licking a line where you need her most.

her tongue circled your clit and sucked it into her mouth like she’ll starve if she doesn’t. you almost scream at the relief of having her between your legs. one hand is wrapped around your thigh and her other hand prods at your entrance, dipping into your arousal and sinking into you.

her finger itself is enough to fill you and is definitely enough to make you finish, but she quickly adds another. her mouth is making obscene noises and her fingers are curling against your g-spot.

you almost feel like your body is levitating off the bed and you think your back might break from how arched it is. your hands find a home in paige’s hair, pulling it away from her face.

your ears are ringing and you think you hear her praising how good you taste but you’re not sure. when she adds a third finger, curling it just the way you like, your legs shake and paige knows you’re close. she releases your clit from her mouth, nudging you with her nose before flattening her tongue and placing it on your throbbing bundle of nerves.

your toes tingle and your head spins, fingertips grasping for release. you’re so close, that fuzzy feeling consuming you until all you can feel is your girlfriend and her fingers thrusting into you.

“paige- right there, pleasepleaseplease, gonna cum”

“you got it baby, look so pretty right now. want you to cum on my face”

her hand tightens around your thigh and her fingers work faster in you. your clit is buried deep in her mouth and her tongue feels so good.

before you really even register it, you’re moaning her name and coming with a force so powerful you could pass away. both of you are breathless and definitely sweating, but she’s so fixated on you. her fingers are still deep in you and she’s slowly thrusting them while she places kisses on your clit and your thighs.

when she finally pulls her fingers out, they’re glistening with your cum.

“bet that guy from the party would kill to taste you”

she’s sucking your slick off her fingers with a smirk and leaning back up to your face for a kiss. it’s loving and sensual like she didn’t just fuck you, but you taste yourself on her lips and remember your situation.

you’re still recovering from your first orgasm when she circles your clit with her middle finger. it makes you whimper and you’re trying to move up the bed away from the stimulation– but it’s no use. paige has a strong grip around you and she’s pulling you closer to her. your jaw goes slack when she pushes two fingers back into you, scissoring you open. she’s pulling your thighs further apart for better access and you feel every single ministration.

her pace is slow and gentle but she’s pushing her fingers so deep you have to screw your eyes shut.

paige knows you’re sensitive and she knows what she’s doing to do, so of course when she asks to taste you again you have to say yes. her slow pace makes your brain melt and you’re subconsciously opening your legs further for her.

she’s still splitting you in two when her tongue finds your bud again, so needy and waiting for her. she gives you kitty licks, watching to see how you react. it’s almost too much for you, pushing her head back a bit but she’s persistent and surging forward.

she speeds her pace up, making sure to reach that spongy part of you that makes you crumble beneath her. her tongue is roaming your clit at an angle and speed that makes you cry out and within seconds you’re coming on her face again. your legs wrap around her head and for a second she can’t breathe but she thinks you look and sound so beautiful right now that if it killed her, she wouldn’t mind.

you feel your legs twitch when she touches you and she decides to give you a minute before going again. she stands to her full height, admiring you for all you are.

your chest rises and falls perfectly and suddenly she wants her face in your chest again, but she refrains. she knows you’re spent for awhile now. either way, she’d be more than happy to just lay here with you forever.

“baby?”

“paige?” she tugs you on top of her when she lays down. pushing all your hairs away from your face, she notices your smile and thinks she might melt. she remembers to thank God for sending you her way tonight when she prays.

“i’ll smile more at your friends when we go out if it means you won’t leave again at a party.” you chuckle, soft and sweet, and nod at her proposal.

“deal.”

“and tell everyone that even looks at you that you belong to me, alright?” part of her is joking, but she’s also serious and you know that. you’re ok with her request if it gets you in her bed like this.

“ok p, i belong to you.”

✩˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆ ˚

IDK IF THIS IS GOOD OR NOT

LMK I GUESS!!

(first time writing something like this tbh so idk what i’m doing!! 😀)

#paige buckets #paige bueckers #paige bueckers x reader #uconn huskies #uconn wbb #paige bueckers smut #uconn women’s basketball

[starshideurfics]

Can’t go home alone

steddie, aob, hurt/comfort, established secret relationship

I just can’t leave this concept alone 🥰

Pain pulses over and behind and around Steve’s eye along with the beat of his heart. It isn’t as bad as it was even an hour ago, and definitely not as bad as when he and Robin puked their guts out in the movie theater restroom.

But his head hurts. His chest hurts. And he just wants to curl up in his nest and hope his parents don’t come home in time to see him like this. 

But the paramedic checking him says he’s definitely got a concussion. “Have you got someone who can keep an eye on you for the next 48 hours?”

“I… Yeah, I do.” Steve leans his head on Robin’s shoulder, needing the support as he’s hit with a sudden dizzy spell. He really doesn’t want to hurl again.

“Steve,” Robin whispers, “There’s no way my mom is letting me stay at your house for two days. Or letting you stay at mine. She would freak if I had an omega in my room.”

“I know,” Steve mumbles back. “‘Preciate the offer, Robbie, but I’ve got someone.”

“Steve. You can’t just shrug this off!”

“I’m not! I do have someone.” He pouts, breathes deep, her scent sour still from the truth serum leaving her system. His face is hidden in her short hair as he mumbles, “I’ll stay with Eddie.” Steve’s so tired. 

He just wants to rest his eyes a minute, but Robin shakes his shoulder.

“Eddie? Steve what are you talking about?”

“I’ll stay at Eddie’s. He’ll take care of me.”

Robin is struggling to focus, her brain not as scrambled as Steve’s, but after a day and a half without enough to eat or drink coupled with everything else, she’s just as tired and confused. “Eddie who?”

Tires screech to a stop at the edge of the Starcourt parking lot, the closest cars can come now with the barriers up. Steve whips his head around to look towards the noise and his head spins. But then he sees a familiar, shitty van, the driver’s door opening and closing loud enough for Steve to hear the slam over the surrounding hubbub.

Pushing himself to his feet, Steve starts walking towards the streak of denim and dark curls racing towards him. He’s grinning like an idiot as Eddie stops just short of barreling into him, the rangy alpha delicately cupping his face. “Steve, baby, what the hell happened?” His fingers brush gently along Steve’s brow, over the cut on his lower lip. “I saw on the news—about the fire—called your place a dozen times and no one picked up. Been half-crazy worrin’ over you, and it looks like I was right to.”

“M’sorry,” Steve mumbles, pressing his cheek into Eddie’s touch.

“No, baby, not your fault. I’m just glad it isn’t worse.” He pulls Steve close, guides his face to the scent gland at his neck, and kisses his hair. “I’ve got you.”

Steve begins to purr, feeling safe for the first time in two days. “Can we go home?”

“Yeah, let’s get the hell out of here.”

“Wait! I gotta tell Robin!”

“What? Is Buckley here, too?”

Steve doesn’t answer, just pulls out of Eddie’s grip and stumbles back to the ambulance where Robin is still waiting, wrapped in an emergency blanket, her blue eyes glued to him as he approaches. “You’re dating Eddie Munson?” The, ‘and you didn’t say anything about that when we were spilling our guts literally and metaphorically on the bathroom floor’ is implied.

“Yeah. Eddie’s the best. He’s really sweet and he’s got a big—”

“Please don’t make me barf on you by finishing that sentence. I do not need to know what you and your alpha get up to behind closed doors.” Robin reaches for his hand. “Just… Call me in the morning, okay?”

“Okay.” Steve squeezes her fingers before loping back to Eddie and snuggling into his boyfriend’s chest.

Eddie rubs at Steve’s back. “Ready to go?”

“Yeah. I’m hungry.”

“Want me to make you a grilled cheese when we get back to my place?”

“Uh-huh.” Steve nods enthusiastically, only to bring on a wave of nausea, forcing him to shut his eyes and put all his weight on Eddie.

“Maybe I should just get you into bed.”

Steve moans wordlessly, lets himself be manhandled into the van, barely noticing anything beyond the bumps in the road that make his head ache more.

Once they reach Forest Hills, Eddie plops Steve on the couch, brings him water and a bag of frozen peas for his eye, and turns his attention to frying two sandwiches.

After Steve is fed, Eddie helps him into the shower, washing his hair in the tiny bathroom, and getting rid of the dried blood and days’ worth of sweat. 

They dry off together, and Eddie bundles Steve into his bed, their naked bodies pressed close beneath the covers. “I’ve got you, baby,” Eddie whispers, dropping a kiss to Steve’s unbruised temple. “You rest. And if you need anything, let me know, I’ll get it for you.”

“I know,” Steve hums, snuggling impossibly closer. “Love you.”

“Love you too, baby. Now sleep.”

#steddie #omegaverse #fanfiction #alpha eddie munson #omega steve harrington #ficlet #stranger things fic

[kamiversee]

So Obsessed With You ꨄ

[ { Synopsis } ] ➤ Gojo Satoru couldn’t let you go, not when you were so close to getting off on his leg. But, perhaps it would've been better if you left instead of staying just to finish...

[ { Need to know } ] ➤This is a What-If scenario that stems from my fic; The F*ck List— A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt.

[ { Content & Warning } ] ➤ f!reader, smut, dirty talk, language, pet names, slight manhandling, Gojo's really cocky & has a thing for mocking the reader apparently.

[ { Paring } ] ➤ Gojo Satoru x f!reader.

[ { Word Count } ] ➤ 7k

"Oh fuck-, S-Satoru wait," You moaned into the air as Gojo got carried away in kissing you. Your back was against his apartment door by this point and he had one of his legs in between yours, his hands on your hips and his lips all over your neck.

Gojo sucked, licked, and even nibbled all over you, his hands feeling all parts of your body as he did so. You felt him knead your ass in his grasp as his focus went just under your jaw, soft smacks of his tongue and lips against you filling the air.

“You said I could kiss you,” Gojo hums. His voice was so low, lower than you’d heard it in a while.

One of his hands slides up and you sigh when you feel his fingers run over your chest, gently groping you as his kisses trail back up. His eyes meet yours for less than a second before he steals your breath by crashing his lips into yours again.

“M-Mmh,” You hum, feeling as his tongue works the insides of your mouth and his leg rubs against your clothed sex, “T-This… This isn't just k-kissing,” You mumble against him.

Gojo moves to clasp your lower lip in between his teeth and as he gives your skin a slight tug, his eyes open and both of you make contact through a low-lidded gaze. “Should I stop?” He asks huskily.

His eyes were drowning in lust, his leg yet to stop the constant rub over your cunt. You were getting all too worked up over this and your breathing grew unstable, “Ha-ah… Y-Yeah, maybe…” You hum.

He tilts his head, “Maybe? You sound unsure, sweetheart.” His thigh suddenly angles a bit differently and presses up against your clit.

Your jaw drops, “S-Shit,” You whine.

“If you want me to stop then tell me to stop-”

“Don’t s-stop,” You breathe out, confused by what you want at this point, rolling your hips forward against his leg.

Gojo bites his lip, “We shouldn’t be doing this, y’know.”

“Then you stop,” Your voice was so light and airy already, simply over some kisses and the slightest touches.

“I won’t if you don’t tell me to.” He tells you.

You shake your head, “I s-should be… mmgh,” You fold over a bit as his leg rubs over you just right, “Should’ be leaving…” You manage out.

Gojo snickers, “Then leave, sweets.”

You squeeze your eyes shut and move to grab onto his arm, “Then s-stop… haah… stop-, mmh… moving your leg,” You moan.

He’s trying his best to control himself but… He hasn’t seen you like this in months. Gojo forgot how whiney and fidgety you get when you’re flustered and turned on. The sight aroused him like crazy.

“You’re so fuckin’ cute,” Gojo teases, “I might cum in my pants if you seriously get off on my leg right now.”

Your head flips up to him with a glare, “We shouldn’t be doing this. I-It was supposed to be one little k-kiss… mmmh…”

“When is it ever one little kiss, love?” He asks softly.

“I can’t stand you,” You breathe out.

“Mhm,” Gojo nods, “I know. But you know the second option for you if that’s the case.” You furrow your brows and he makes up for his lack of explanation, “You can pick my face or my lap, either way, if you can’t stand me then sit on me.”

You roll your eyes at him and move to straighten yourself up. Abruptly, his leg kneads up into your pussy and you release a very light moan, your eyes flickering for a moment, “O-Okay… fuck..."

"Okay... what? Do you actually want me to stop? Hm?" Gojo teased, tilting his head at you and giving you that stupid taunting look of his.

A slight groan leaves your lips and you just shake your head, "No," You gasp when he flexes his thigh for you, aiding your needy cunt in getting off, "Keep goin'... hah, I'm c-close, I think..."

Gojo narrows his eyes at you, "You think? The hell does that mean? Are you about to cum or not, love?"

Your head shakes. You're so confused by this point. Gojo only a few minutes ago told you he was obsessed with you and yet here you are humping his leg like you're in heat. It was embarrassing but somewhere deep down, or maybe not so deep down, you missed this-, you missed sex with Gojo.

And now more than ever were you aching for it. Why? Was something about Gojo Satoru being an obsessive freak turning you on? Did you want to dip into that dark area of his and find out how he expresses his obsession in bed?

"Jus' shut up and keep going," You huff out desperately, torso leaning forward as your head rests on him and your hips move over his leg.

The man scoffs, "You're so demanding,” Gojo teases as the hands placed on your hips continue to aid you in your grinding.

“Shut up,” You whine softly.

Gojo shifts a bit, inclining his head down ever so slightly just to put his lips to your ear, “Make me,” He challenges.

You groan and the hands you had clinging onto his shirt curl a bit as you grip onto him tighter, “You’re so annoying, shit.”

A playful smirk splits across his handsome face, “And you’re needy,” Gojo whispers into your ear, his voice making you let out a moan, “It’s cute y'know— watchin’ you get off on my thigh… s’this all you want though?”

“H-Hm?” You hum in confusion, back arching a bit as you rotate your hips for more friction.

“I can give you more,” Gojo suddenly offers, his breath hitting the shell of your ear as he talks in such a sensual manner, “I can give you my cock,” He tells you, voice dipping down into something lower and almost demanding.

You gulp and lift your head a bit, turning to meet his gaze and noticing your lips are madly close to one another, “Satoru,” You whine, frowning as you mentally try to figure out what it is you want.

He tilts his head and his gaze is down on your lips in an instant, a hungry glint embedded into his eyes, “Yes?”

“I’m supposed to b-be leaving” You mumble. The heat radiating off his body, pulsing in between your legs, flushing your face-, all of it was too much.

Gojo snickers but his grip tightens on your hips, almost in a way that tells you he’s not letting you go anywhere. “Then leave,” He hums, “But I’m just sayin’… Y’know, we could fuck one last time.”

There's this clench he feels over his thigh, the sensation making him smirk as he realizes it was your cunt reacting to his words.

Shaking your head, “W-We shouldn’t,” You sigh.

He shrugs, “But we can.”

Gojo’s leaning in closer to you, his lips ghosting over yours and god the scent of his cologne is dizzying, this light waft of mint hitting your skin as he parts his lips. You’re staring down at them, nearly melting into his nonexistent touch.

“S-Satoru,” You whisper again.

“One more time,” He pleads, “That’s all I ask.”

Steadily, your eyes lift to him and you notice he’s looking directly into your gaze. It was so intimate, so longing, so needy. Oh screw what your mind and maybe your heart wants, your body wanted him more than anything.

Hence why you’re nodding slightly and leaning into him, your lips connecting with one other in one quick motion.

The second Gojo’s lips are on yours, he’s lost his mind again— large hands sliding up to your waist, pushing you back off his leg and up against the wall. His teeth part your lips and his tongue pushes in, he was devouring you.

His lips were plush, soft like clouds, and you just melted against him like always. The hands on your waist slipped down in one swift movement, only to jerk up but under your shirt and feel your skin beneath his smooth skin.

“I’ll make you feel so good, love,” He breathes into your mouth, to which you smile against his lips, arms rising to wrap around his neck and pull him impossibly closer.

One of your hands trailed up a little, fingertips grazing his undercut and making him groan into your mouth.

Then, you smirked, “You’re so sensitive, ‘Toru,” You point out against him, fingers dipping down to his nape and twirling over his skin just to hear the way he pants lightly against you.

“M’weak for you,” He mumbles, both of you messily making out and smiling against each other like a pair of fools unknowingly in love with each other in such a twisted way. “So weak,” He whispers.

This time you’re pushing your tongue into his mouth and your body lifts a bit as you stand on your tippy toes, arms swiftly wrapping around his neck in full whilst the two of you tilt your head in opposing directions to gain more access to each other’s mouth.

You were hot, he was hot-, both of your bodies were heating up and the kissing became more and more passionate-, almost loving. Gojo weighs himself forward a bit and your entire backside is smushed against the wall of his apartment before your leg brushes against his crotch and you feel the hefty bulge resting there.

Your lips pry from his with a heavy smack echoing into the air, both of your mouths left open as your eyes peel open and you two make eye contact again.

Tension. There was so much tension between your gazes. Suddenly, you’re nodding a little, “One more time?”

He flashes a half-smile, “One more time.” He repeats in agreement.

A final and quick kiss is shared between you two before he pulls your shirt up over your head and you’re trying to tug at his. It seems he had no plans on moving from this very spot so, in a way, you already knew he was about to fuck you against the wall.

Were you complaining? Of course not, especially not when it all happens so fast. First, he’s undressing you and caressing your body tenderly. Then he’s tugging your bra off just to grab ahold of your body, spin you around, and proceed to push you face-first against the wall.

Gojo’s in your ear as your cheek presses into the cold structure, “Spread your legs,” He orders, voice husk.

There’s a chill that runs down your spine but that’s okay, you didn’t care— you need this-, need him. Knowing he was obsessed with you just made the entire interaction all the more better for you.

Which is why you’re taking it a step further and ridding yourself of all clothing from the waist down, leaving yourself standing naked and drenched for him.

He doesn’t even try to hold in the groan that leaves his throat as he settles his eyes on every inch of your unclothed body. “Fuck-, I love you,” Gojo suddenly murmurs, “Yeah, I love you.” He blindly repeats.

You snicker a little and then move, pressing your hands up against the wall as you step back a little, legs parting and back shifting into this slutty arch for him.

Gojo nods, unknowingly smiling, “Mhm, tha’s good,” He breathes.

It takes a second for him, as if he were processing this entire situation-- he was really about to have sex with you again. Right here, right now. This was real, you were real.

After his little mental moment, he's moving again and you don't even see as he messily strips himself, the most you acknowledge is the feeling of his hands on your hips again, fingers digging into your skin, and the sudden nudge of his flushed tip against your folds.

He wasn't even thinking about foreplay, your grinding on his legs should've been enough, right?

Yeah, not exactly because despite your cunt being a dripping mess and slicking up his cock as he shallowly rubs himself in between your folds just to tease you, when Gojo starts easing his dick inside you your jaw drops and you seem to have forgotten how big he was.

Angling a hand back, your fingers graze his chest while a staggered gasp leaves your throat, "S-Satoru wait, fuck."

Gojo smiles and tilts his head, one hand moving to grab ahold of the arm you brought back, "What? Why're you pushin' me away?"

You tried to respond but fuck-, his cock was slipping into you inch by inch by inch. Gojo's face is flushed already, his eyes down on how your cunt parts just to take him. He was getting dizzy at the feeling of your gummy walls clenching around his length, a slight groan leaving him.

He breathes out your name before leaning his torso forward, lips moving to your ear, "Relax, sweetheart," He whispers to you softly.

You think you got butterflies at the sound of his words as if he wasn't in the process of splitting you open.

Gojo's breath hitches, "F-Fuck, you gotta relax, you're fuckin'... squeezin' the hell outta' me," He whines, hands settling on your hips again as he angles his head down to your neck and kisses you, "Relax, please."

His voice was so soft and caring with you, the sound and his gesture of kissing you so lovingly making your heart flutter and your body ease up. Gojo's pushing in and in and in until he couldn't anymore, the tip of his cock just nuzzled against your sweet spot without even moving yet.

Once he's there, Gojo stills for a moment, simply relishing your warmth and letting out these heavy breaths against your skin. Your pussy was so warm and wet-, no-, soaked. Did you really get this turned on by him kissing you? Does his lips drive you this crazy?

Open-mouthed kisses are suddenly being pressed against the side of your neck and your lashes flutter a bit as Gojo begins to draw his hips back and then eases his cock in and out at a slow and tender pace.

Then, his lips reach just under your ear, "Did you forget how to take me or somethin'?" He teases.

You could feel him smiling a bit and you scoff, "N-No... mmgh, you can... hahh, you can g-go faster 'Toru," You tell him, to which he chuckles.

"You're already stuttering though," Gojo snickers, his pelvis pressing flush against your ass as his length bottoms you out, again making your eyes flicker.

"T-That's cause you-," A moan leaves your lips as Gojo rolls his hips into you slowly, reaching impossibly deeper, "Fuuck, why're you s-so... ahh..."

Gojo tilts his head, "So what, hm?"

"Deep," You whine, moving a hand to try and push him away again.

He finds it cute how you were trying to get him to let up on you when he wasn't even moving anywhere remotely fast— Gojo was doing nothing more than stroking your insides at such a mellow pace, caressing your cunt with his cock and forcing you to feel every inch and vein that trailed along his shaft.

So, he laughs, "I can go deeper," Gojo whispers, watching the way your eyes widen and you shake your head a little.

"You're deep enough," You hum out against the wall.

He nods, "Alright then, I can at least go faster now, right?"

"Mhmm," You agree, moving your hands away from him and back to the wall.

There's one last chuckle that leaves Gojo before he's pulling his hips back and then thrusting his cock in harshly once, twice, three times-, fuck he was working up a mean pace within seconds.

Gojo leans his face away from your neck so that he can look down at his actions, hands gripping onto your hips as he watches his shaft disappear inside you only to reappear within a second covered in you. The sight of your cunt leaving a messy coat of slick around his cock makes him bite his lower lip.

And it was loud too, wet sounds of your pussy urging him deeper in with his every thrust made Gojo’s head spin. You told him he was reaching too deep and yet your cunt was gripping and tugging him in such a way that told him the opposite.

“Hahh, fuck,” Gojo breathes out before his hips pick up in speed. Thrust after thrust after thrust, you began to unapologetically moan with every one.

Whatever Gojo may have lacked in thickness, his fucking inches made up for it— hell, you don’t even know if he was pushing his cock all the way in each time he knocked into you. The most you could tell was that you were full of him and he was reaching all the right spots with no problem.

The hands placed on your hips suddenly pull you back to meet a harsh thrust, the abrupt jerk of your body causing him to reach deep inside you.

Your jaw drops, eyes widen, and a broken moan pours out your mouth, breath hot against the wall as Gojo continues behind you. You thought it was bad already as his thrusting turned into pounding, his heavy balls smacking against you as his pace picked up.

“Satoru-, hhngh… f-fuck,” You moaned, nails scraping against the wall in front of you as you tried to steady yourself.

“Fuck,” Gojo curses, head tossing back, “I forgot how loud you get,” He says with a grin on his face.

That doesn’t deter the moans from spilling out your mouth, “Hahh, ahh, m-mmgh,” You think you wanted to say something but you’re not sure what by this point.

The man suddenly leans forward again, aggressively stuffing every inch of his cock into you, tip mashing into the hilt of your cunt as his lips near your ear, “Shhh, do you want my neighbors to hear you?”

How could he ask you such a thing with himself buried all the way in? Your legs quaked a bit and you nearly fell over because of how far his dick reached. How did you ever handle this man before?

So when yet another moan exits the very back of your throat, tears welling up in your eyes, Gojo only smiles.

“Fine then, be fuckin’ loud,” He scoffs as he pulls his hips back. Then, his voice drops even lower as he fucks you right into the wall, “Let ‘em hear what a slut you are f’me,” Gojo whispers.

That makes your back arch even more, almost in a way that said you wanted to escape his harsh thrusts. There was drool escaping the corner of your mouth before you even rendered it, Gojo’s twitching cock hitting this spot inside you that simply made your mind go blank.

Your eyes crossed a little as the hands on your hips continued to tug your body back to meet his harsh thrusts, dick slipping in and out and in and out-, he filled you up so perfectly.

But it certainly didn’t help that Gojo leaned forward and to your ear, one hand leaving your hip and moving to your abdomen to feel the nudge of his cock every time he thrust in.

The feeling makes him smile, “Ohh, m’really deep in there aren’t I?” Gojo teases, tipping away from your ear to get a look at your face. Your eyes were closed and you were simply taking him as best you could, to which he scoffs and hums out your name, “Open your eyes ‘nd look at me while I fuck you,”

The sudden command makes your eyes flutter open and his face is so close. Your vision takes a second to focus on his face as Gojo’s thrusts grow harder, cockhead beating into you on purpose to make things difficult.

“S-Satoru,” You let out a breathy whine of his name, the sound making him smile before he praises you.

“Mhm, that’s my girl,” Gojo murmurs, “Jus’ keep those eyes on me, okay?”

Your brows twist up in a pleasurable way and you pant, “Hahh… ‘Toru… t-too fast,” You mumble out.

“Hm?” He hums, tilting his head innocently, “I’m going too fast?”

Your head nods desperately, “Uhuh, s-slow down… fuuck, please?”

Gojo snickers and his pace doesn’t waver, if anything, it grows harsher, more needy, and almost even feral. His thoughts were waning. How could he possibly slow down? “Jus’ take it,” He says playfully, putting on a pout to mock your expression.

Despite the sexy moans leaving you, a scowl takes over your face as you maintain eye contact with him. “I s-shouldn’t even-, mmgh… b-be here,” You mumble out to him.

The feeling of Gojo’s hand sliding down makes you tense up and your cunt clamps around his throbbing cock at the faint movement of his. He lets out a hiss and his face twists up, “Fuck-, d-don’t squeeze me like that, c’mon,” He huffs out.

You’re frowning, “…S’Your fault,” You moan out, “M-Making feel like-, hhngh-, t-this, ahh…”

Gojo scoffs and then rolls his eyes, hips easing back and dick nearly slipping out of you, “You talk so much y’know,” He points out.

“You’re one t-to talk,” You reply, your eyes going wide as he shoves every inch of himself back in with no warning.

That hand of his that was on your abdomen slides further down and you feel your legs tremble a bit as his fingertips find your clit and messily swat over the bud in sync with his thrusts.

Your fingers curled against the wall, the need to grab something stronger than ever. His cock was practically making out with your cervix, hips bucking into you at such a rough pace that had you gasping for air.

“Y’know,” Gojo chuckles, lengthy fingers rolling circles around your clit, “We’re supposed to be fucking, not arguing.” He comments.

You groan and nearly fall over against the wall as both his cock and fingers become too much for you, “S-Satoru-, fuck-,” You gasp.

“Huh? Did ya’ wanna say somethin’?” Gojo taunts as he purposefully drags his fingertips around your sensitive bud in such a teasingly pleasurable way.

Just as he works on his hand movements, his dick is simply drilling into your sopping hole, your slick making an entire mess of both him and yourself. You were leaking all over his cock and you could even feel your inner thighs wet up as his thrusts grew more pinpointed and calculated.

At one point, Gojo shifts ever so slightly and his tip fucks somewhere overwhelmingly good inside you, “O-Oh-,” Your jaw dropped and your eyes rolled back, “T-Too deep, fuuck, s’too deep ‘Toru,” You whined.

Gojo grunts but doesn’t stop his thrusts, “What do you mean I’m too deep?” He asks, loud and lewd squelches of your pussy filling the air and making him snicker, “Didn’t you say that last time?”

Halfway out of it, “Uhuh,” You nodded.

“Exactly so,” Gojo leans to your ear again and his fingers pinch your clit, “You can take it.”

Another groan pours out of your mouth and you had drool running down your jaw and dripping off your chin. His voice was so low and it drove you crazy, the sounds of his grunts and groans flowing into your ear.

“Messy girl,” Gojo suddenly commented, his eyes downward as he feels and sees the way you suddenly came around his cock, “Didn’t even tell me you were cumming, sweets,” He taunts, smirking, “Do I make you feel that good?”

Yet again, you’re just nodding along to his words with this fucked out expression on your face, “Uhuh, f-feels s’good ‘Toru,” You whined, “B-But… m-mmgh, y-you couldn’t take me-, nngh, t-to your room?”

Gojo scoffs and his thrusts slow down a little just so he could talk into your ear once more, “No, no I couldn’t… fuck-, take… hah, take you to my room,” He stammers out, feeling as you squeeze and squeeze around him every time he spoke. “You’re actin’ like you didn’t wanna get fucked against the wall anyway,” He points out in almost one breath, lips pushing against your ear, “You’re jus’ as needy as me, sweets.”

“Mmmh, hnngh… ah,” You moaned helplessly, “M’not… n-needy,” Your words came out in such a desperate and whiny way but you were too into it to care anymore. “You’re j-just….” Your words come out in a low murmur and he misses what you say.

Gojo tilts his head and his thrusts slow to a sudden stop, his cock resting comfortably inside your warmth, “Hahh, what?” He asks. You whine a little and murmur it out once more but he seems to get a bit annoyed, “C’mon, speak up ‘nd stop mumblin’.”

“Too fuckin’ deep Satoru-,” You finally manage out a bit louder, “C-Can feel you all t-the way… in,” You babble thoughtlessly.

“Yeahh, I know, I know m’deep sweetheart,” Gojo coos before gently easing his hips back, “But you like me that way,” He says with a slight scoff before he’s ramming his dick into you again, quite literally fucking the air out your lungs whilst he picks back up on that animalistic pace of his.

Gojo could care less how much you complain, he knows how far inside you he is, he can feel it. The way your pussy sucks him all the way in, the base of his cock flush with your cunt after each thrust— Gojo knows he’s filling you up but how is he expected to care when you just suck and squeeze him in so nicely?

Your cunt was too snug, too tight, too sloppy for him to care about your little whines and pleas. You’ve got his cock smothered in cum and you expect him to cater to your cries of slowing down or not pushing all the way in? 

Gojo can’t help but scoff and suddenly blurt out an intrusive thought of his, “Wonder’ what Choso would think if he saw you like this— cummin’ all over my cock instead of his,” He hums almost casually.

The way your plush walls grip onto him nearly leads him to empty his balls into you as it chokes a groan out of the back of his throat. 

“S-Shiit, almost made m-me cum, sweets,” Gojo chuckles lightly as his eyes flicker.

You shake your head in a disapproving manner, “D-Don’t fuckin’… bring him up,” You breathe out.

Gojo tilts his head, “Hm? Why not?” He questions as his cock jerks in and in and in, blue eyes locked on your facial expression as he smirks at the way your eyes roll back and back and back with his movements.

Your jaw is simply slack and you pant, “Ha-ahh… nngh, mmh… J-Just-, hhngh, s-stop talking-,” You mewl out, eyes watering at his movements.

Gojo slips his length almost out before teasing your hole with his tip, glancing down at his actions and chuckling at the constant twitch of your cunt, “Your pussy’s tellin’ me to keep talkin’ though…”

You groan, “Shut up.”

“Oh please, you’ll be alright…” Gojo argues back to you before easing his cock in slower this time. You can just feel his every throbbing vein as he inches in and moves to your ear just to whisper, “S’not like he’ll know.”

Your hips begin to move back to meet his motions and Gojo’s taken by surprise. He knew he didn’t need to be concerned with your earlier cries, Gojo knows you know how to take dick.

So, the two of you get quiet for a minute as things slow. His thrusts are shallower, almost like he just wants to marinate in your cunt for a while, feel you twitch as his dick throbs inside you. His breath is against your ear all over again and he soon wraps both his arms around you.

Then, once you’re in his grasp, his pace is slow to speed up again. But this time you’re not whining through it. Instead, breathy and quiet moans spill from your wet lips, and all you could focus on was the sinful sounds of sex filling the entirety of the apartment.

After which, it was Gojo’s voice yet again you’re focusing on, “…Maybe you should jus’ stay with me,” He offers.

“H-Huh?” You hum cluelessly.

His dripping tip presses into your sweet spot once more, “You heard me.”

You let off a whine and your face scrunches up a little, “Y-You wanna talk about this-, nngh, now?”

“Yeah,” Gojo chuckles, his voice low in a whisper, “Yeah I wanna talk about this when I’m balls deep inside you. When else should I say somethin’?”

You scoff at his way of wording things and your cunt is just milking his cock at this point, “W-What about… mmh, C-Choso-“

“You can see him tomorrow,” Gojo groans, “Let me have you for the rest of today, sweets.”

A slight chuckle escapes you, “T-The rest of today?”

His thrusts have groan tender, slow but hard strokes given to your pussy as the conversation continues, “Yeah. I wanna fuck you all night,” He explains.

“Mmmgh,” You hum at the thought, “‘Toru…”

“Feel’ you milk my cock for hours,” Gojo whispers into your ear, voice sensual and seductive with you despite him being buried so many inches inside you.

Your eyes just barely meet his and you see how serious he is, “B-But-,”

“How many positions do you think I can put you in before the night is over?” He cuts off, face inching closer to yours as his movements come to a stop and he has you keeping his cock warm yet again, “Hm?”

You manage to catch your breath due to the slight break he’s giving you, “Hah… I-I dunno,”

Gojo tips his head to the side and his lips near yours, “Maybe I’ll fuck you in every inch of this apartment so when you’re gone I’ll have that memory…”

Oh he’s just rambling at this point but you’re not complaining. If anything, your cunt squeezes around his shaft for the nth time since he’s been inside you.

“Shit, y’like that?” Gojo chuckles, “We’ll start with the living room after this-, fuuck…” He groans, feeling the way you get tighter and tighter with his every word, “I’ll have the couch soaked by the time I’m done with you…” He explains.

Your brows furrow, “That’s gonna… mgh, be so messy…”

“Who cares if it’s messy?” Gojo scoffs, rolling his hips into you in slow motion just to get some kind of movement again.

Your eyes roll back yet again and he watches closely, smiling at the effect his cock has on you.

“Uhuh,” Gojo nods, his eyes practically having hearts in them with how enamored he was by you, “Then the kitchen-, I gotta bend you over the counter and feel you drip all over my fuckin’ cock,” He explains.

Damn the way you begin to experience another orgasm at such a perfect time, the feeling making Gojo’s smile deepen.

“Yeah? You really like the sound of that huh?” He teases, biting his lip afterward. “What else? Hm? Maybe I can fuck your throat in the shower,” His suggestion makes your face twist up and you shake your head with a cute little whine leaving you.

“Why?” You ask, the question completely thoughtless as you’re too focused on his member shallowly easing in and out of you just barely.

“Why?” Gojo mocks you, “Why not?”

“M-Mmgh…” You grumble out, your mind growing hazy as the tantalizing roll of Gojo’s hips into you distracts your thoughts.

Then his voice just follows again, “Oh and I definitely want you ridin’ me in Suguru’s room. Gotta get payback for that one time.” He tells you, cock twitching inside your cunt at the thought.

“T-That’s so… hahh… m-mean, ‘Toru,” Your voice comes out in a mumble he finds cute.

Scoffing, “He’ll be fine, don’t worry,” Gojo shrugs off. Then his pace is picking up again, from shallow and slow strokes to a regular speed, his abs tensing as his orgasm approaches.

You sigh and begin to play along with his little fantasy, “Okay… w-well what about-, mmh, your room?”

“In my room?” Gojo repeats, his hips snapping into you suddenly. The fact that you’re considering what he was saying made him lose his mind a little, “Oh I’m not fuckin’ you in there.”

You frown and a single tear falls from your eye as he starts rutting into you again, slight whimpers heard exiting your throat.

“Heh, you look disappointed,” Gojo teases, “Don’t worry, in my room we’re takin’ things slow,” He tells you, voice low in a whisper again, “I’m putting you on my mouth for a while.”

You’ve never had the pleasure of experiencing his tongue so you’re left wondering what that’d be like, how messy of an eater Gojo probably is, how he’d do nothing but talk and talk and talk-

“Yeah, ‘n then my fingers,” Gojo cuts off your thought process, “I know how much you love ‘em,” He points out.

You release a fucked-out little laugh, “Mhm, and after?”

“After that?” Gojo sighs, leaning back and parting his legs a bit more before sliding his hands to hold your hips as he fucks his lengthy cock into you, “Hm…. I’ll make love to you,” He says.

Your jaw drops and you moan so beautifully, his eyes all over your face against the wall as he loses that slow pace of his and returns to the rough one.

“I’m gonna treat you carefully so you don't break,” Gojo explains, despite the current and constant shove of his cock into your sopping pussy— you were making such a mess.

“H-Hnngh, hahh, ah… W-What about-, nngh… now?” You cry out in question.

He tilts his head, white hairs sticking to his forehead as sweat slicks along his body, “Oh, what about now? Nah, right now I’m in the mood of splitting you open— you look hot in tears,” Gojo chuckles, his voice wavering ever so slightly.

He was seconds away from spilling into you but he somehow managed to hold himself back long enough.

“Plus, the shake in your legs feeds my ego,” He snickers, cockhead drilling into your filthy cunt so perfectly.

So much so that you’re blurting things out without thinking as he hits that one spot over and over, “Fuuuck, right there… mmmmgh-, I love your cock-, ohmygod…” You whine out mindlessly.

His hips stutter and Gojo chokes out a groan, “F-Fuck-, what?”

You shake your head and move a hand to your mouth, refusing to repeat that.

His brows tense and his pace is ruthless with you, senselessly pounding you into the wall as he leans closer, “Move your hand,” Gojo orders, his voice lower than before. 

Your hand drops and you moan as he questions you further, “What the fuck did you just say?” He pants, “You love my what?”

The last thing you wanted to do was say that again. It was unlike you but, you were far too out of it to care, “Y-Your cock, mmh,”  You hum out softly.

“Yeah?” Gojo whines and it goes straight to your cunt. He almost came inside you, “You love my cock?” He repeats, to which you nod, “Fuckin’ sluuut. Of course you love my cock, I already knew that.”

That ego of his makes you send him a scowl, even with the constant moans leaving you and the harsh slap of his pelvis to your ass.

“I mean, you’ve been makin’ a mess on my floor ever since I hit right…” Gojo shifts ever so slightly and urges his dick in somewhere specific, “There, so… I already knew that, sweets.”

You’ve lost count of how many times you came on him or how many times your jaw has gone slack but both happen again— face twisting up, eyes rolling back, and drool dripping off your chin.

“You’re so cute when you’re all fucked out,” Gojo says, smiling at you. Another moan is heard as you make eye contact with him and he decides to tease you, “Look, I bet you can’t even say my name properly.”

Scowling, “Fuck you,” You breathe out, to which he keeps knocking into that mushy spot inside you, “‘T-Toru,” You moan his nickname and it makes his smile widen.

“Aww, c’mon, say the whole thing,” Gojo teases, “Sa-tor-u,” He emphasizes each syllable with a thrust and you think you’re about to fall over completely, “C’mon, you can do it.”

“S’toru,” You slur out, tears dripping from your eyes.

Gojo pouts, “Mmmh, close but not quite, try again.”

“H-Hahhh, Satoru, f-fu-uck…” You finally manage out.

His smile is so sexy while he continues, “Shit… you’re so hot-, fuckin’ perfect,” Gojo groans before tossing his head back.

Again and again and again he buries his inches inside of you. How long has it been? How is he even still going? You don’t know, nor do you have the mental capacity to think about that right now.

Your own slick is dripping down your legs and you wouldn’t even be standing up straight without his hands gripping onto your hips tight enough to leave marks, “F-Feels… nngh-, s’good, aangh,” You moan within your cockdrunk stupor.

“Yeahhhh?” Gojo chuckles, “Who’s makin’ you feel good, huh?” He asks, head tipping down into place to watch you answer him.

“Y-You, Satoru… mmh,” You hum, eyes on the verge of closing.

There’s a constant drip onto the floor below as Gojo bottoms you out, finding himself fucked out in the same manner as you. “Uhuhh, fuuuuck. I love the way you moan my name,” He breathes out before leaning in toward you, “Kiss me.” He orders.

Just barely do you angle your head back and he inches closer, cock beating into you and scrambling your insides so heavily as he messily presses his lips to yours.

A sloppy kiss is shared between the two of you and his thrusts begin to match that as he approaches his high. Gojo’s tongue is slithering into your mouth and he’s inhaling your moans and whines in such an eager way.

“Mhm, atta’ girl,” Gojo whispers just as his lips pry away from yours. Then you watch tears gloss over his eyes as he whines-, almost whimpers, “F-Fuck, m’about to cum…”

There’s a filthy string of saliva hanging from his lips that connects to yours and both of you are gazing into each other's eyes— watching how fucked out both of you are. 

After a minute, Gojo’s whispering, “Can I-“

You just nod and whisper back before he even finishes, “Cum inside me, ‘Toru.”

And hell, he’s fucking his orgasm into you just as the words leave your lips. Gojo’s quietly whimpering against your lips as he does, his face flushed, pupils blown out, and pants pouring from his mouth as he does so.

Both of you were hot and sweaty and it’s not until he’s done that his hips stop moving and he groans in a pornographic manner.

You think your voice is gone and you can hardly imagine doing anything more than what just occurred. Any longer like that and you might’ve squirted-

“I love you,” Gojo suddenly breathes out, dick still inside you. Then he leans in and kisses you softly before saying it again, “I love you so much.”

You meet his hazy blue eyes, your pupils unknowingly dilated as you whisper to him, “Mhm, I love you too, ‘Toru.”

He choked and his brows furrowed, “W-What?”

Not even giving him a second to process, you mindlessly kiss him again but notice he’s frozen. A soft lick to his lips is felt and he blinks a few times.

“Y-You what?” Gojo questions.

Again, you shut him up with a kiss but inside his mouth, you’re mumbling, “I love you.”

His hands slip up to your waist and the two of you are messily making out. Gojo’s fingers curl into your skin and he’s not letting you go now-, not ever.

Fuck leaving him tomorrow. Fuck the consequences that’ll come from this. Gojo Satoru won’t let you go after saying those three words to him.

Hence why he’s devouring your lips all over again before his cock slips out of you. Then, in one haste movement, he’s turning you around to face him, lifting you up, and moving to make out with you in a needy manner.

“Yeahh,” Gojo breathes into your mouth, “M’never letting you go.”

“S-Satoru,” You stammer out, “I-“

“Shut up,” Gojo cuts off, “Fuck Choso. Fuck whatever you feel for him,” He blurts out. Oh he’s lost it, “You’re staying here-, staying with me. Fuck anything and everything else-, fuck Sukuna…” The last part mumbled under his breath but you don’t miss it.

“W-What?” You whine, brows furrowing.

Gojo shakes his head and starts carrying you off and toward the living room, “Don’t worry about it, sweets,” He says. His tone is starting to worry you a little but your mind isn’t yet all the way there, “It’s just you and me now… and forever, okay?”

You blink.

What the hell did you just do? Maybe...

Maybe you should've just left instead of giving in to temptation.

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[divinedolliebun]

hi angel, i love your writing so much. could i please request something, if that’s okay? i’d love to imagine a jealous!Suguru with his plus-sized girlfriend. thank you so much xxxxxx

Hiii bby!! Thank you for the request I love this idea!!! Jealous sugu.....mmnnghggn.....

Suguru didn't think of himself to be a jealous man. He was confident in himself and you, knowing that his princess was all his and that you were both incredibly loyal to eachother. But there are times where Sugu just can't help but leave his marks, bites, and cum on(or in you) just to ware off lingering eyes on his babydoll ♡

So now here you were, your usually sweet and gentle boyfriend pummeling into your cunt with absolutely no gentleness and pounding into you like he hated you. You didn't even know what happened, one minute you're both walking somewhere together, and next, you're shuffled into the nearest bathroom stall for your boyfriend to grab you by the neck and yank down your panties, rubbing your clit and finger fucking your cute pussy.

"S-Sugu I-I'm- please slow down ah! I-I can't-" "Shh, quiet baby. Jus' need to fuck you full of my cum so those bastards keep their eyes off what's mine.." Oh. So that's what this whole situation is about. You hadn't noticed people leering at you in your cute little outfit and snug fitting tights, but Suguru had. He felt sick at the amount of eyes staring you down like a piece of meat, anger boiling deep inside him at the disgusting strangers eyeing up his princess. You were so sweet and gentle, completely opposite of the perverse and vulgar people trying to look up your skirt. So naturally, instead of ending up with an assault charge, he just decided to take out his anger and possessiveness on your juicy cunt.

He has you held up by his forearms, fucking up into you while he grunts and whines about how tight you were around his dick. "Fuuck princess, gonna breed this pussy..mmn, you like that baby? Want me to put a baby in you? Yeah.." His ramblings start getting even more possessive and vulgar, talking about wanting to breed you and tattoo his name on the spot where your belly bulges from his thick veiny cock. "Aah Suguru I'm- I'm gonna-" "That's it babygirl, let it all out. Cream all over this dick baby, uughh...!" Suguru doesn't last long after, feeling your cunt squeeze down on him is what causes his hips to pump a few more times sloppily before filling you to the brim with his sticky cum, groaning in your ear and kissing on your neck. He sighs into your neck, kneading your plump chest like some kind of overgrown cat. "Sugu?" He opens his dark eyes, peering down at you with a dopey grin on his face. "Yeah baby?" You giggle, pinching his cheek. "You need better anger management activities than forcing me into a dirty restroom.." He leans into your neck, biting it and leaving a dark purple bruise while you mewl. "Nah, I think I'm fine with just doin' this..." Sigh, he learns nothing every time...

Not that you mind.

Hope you enjoy bby!! Thank you for the request! (*´w`*)♡

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[blarshwritezz]

Hey, could you write me a Yandere JUICY gay enemies to loves story? Male yandere enemy x male reader. For example, yandere is such a tsundere when it comes to his love for the reader and his way of showing his love comes out as insults, bullying, etc. and the reader just so hates Yandere but is unaware how much his mean insults, that sometimes come out as hella flirty and gay, turn on the Yandere or how they get incredibly flustered when reader corners them. Just make it hella obviously gay and perhaps with a one-sided sexual tension from the yanderes perceptive if you write NSFW that is, thanks! (You can ignore this request if you want, it's okay :))

Heck yeah I can! But be warned, I've never written nsfw, so it may be bad- but I'll try just for you, anon!

Yandere Enemy x Reader

M yan x M reader (slight context: y'all in college)

TW - general yandere behavior, NSFW, noncon, slight degration

Another day, another fight between you and Enemy!Yan. The people around you had pretty much become totally numb to your constant bickering.

But to be fair, they wouldn't have to put up with this if he wasn't such a massive prick. You never even did anything! He was the one who kept taunting you.

He shouldn't do that. Nearly every time you retaliate, he ends up fumbling to speak. He's such an idiot, can't take what he dishes out. Absolutely pathetic...

And so here you were. Today's little fight had you pinning him against a wall, trying to keep your voice relatively calm. You caught him taking pictures of you in the damn hall! He was definitely planning to do something with those.

"Don't act so special, I would never ruin my phone with pictures of you!" Lies. He was covering up for the fact that he absolutely was taking pictures of you.

But how could he not? It was your fault you were sexy! You were just infuriating to him. What gave you the right to make him so fucking turned on all the time?!

"Shut up before I make you. Delete those damn pictures." You pressed your body up against him further. You were so close that every breath he took filled his lungs with your scent. You really expected him to not get hard?

Please make him shut up. Please gag him with your cock. Please.

"I don't have pictures of your atrocious face. How thick is your damn skull?" Of course he didn't have pics of your face! Mostly- not from last night at least. He was more focused on your ass other things.

You grabbed his jaw, making him use every fiber of his being to not moan. You gave him a warning, making sure he knew bad things awaited him if you saw some dumbass pictures of you around campus. Oh to know what punishment you would give him...

"You want them gone so damn bad? Delete them yourself!" He wormed his way out from between you and the wall, running off with his phone held above his head.

And of course, you chased after him.

He ran, all the way to his dorm. He threw his phone on his bed, and of course, you went after it. That gave him the perfect chance to lock the door.

You found his phone already unlocked, and when you opened it...

"How do you have all these pictures of m-" He clamped his hand over your mouth before you could finish asking about the photos seemingly taken when you swore you were completely alone in your dorm.

"You're such a fucking tease, you know that?" His other hand slowly slid down your torso, working its way back up from under your shirt. "Always threatening me in ways you know will get me all hot and bothered, then not helping me out. How can you be so mean?"

He pushed you down further on the bed, starting to slowly grind against your thigh. His hand that was under your shirt, gliding over your chest, lowered further and further. All the way to your cock, grasping it through your pants.

You bit his hand as hard as you could, hoping it might help, but the action only elicited a pleasures whimper from him.

"Keep doing that, and make sure to lick it too. You'll need it for what I'm planning."

You squirmed as he lowered your pants and underwear in one swift motion, letting your cock spring free. Embarrassingly enough, you were already hard from all this.

"It's even better up close..."

He could help but give you a hand job. Slow and steady, savoring every second of this. He ran his fingers across each and every vein, keeping his thumb over your tip to stop you from cumming too soon.

Every now and then he'd surprise you; tightening his grip, increasing his speed, stopping for a brief moment just to get right back at it. He was turning you into a whimpering, pathetic mess.

"Fuck, you're so pathetic..." He let go of your mouth in order to hold your thighs apart slightly.

He moved his head between them, taking a nice long lick up your shaft before engulfing you with his mouth. He bobbed his head up and down, swirling his tongue around your tip and making you moan.

"Sto- ngh!~ Fuck..."

He chuckled at your attempt to tell him to stop, the sound vibrating around your dick.

You couldn't take it anymore. You grabbed his hair tightly, forcing yourself all the way down his throat as you came.

He eagerly swallowed your load, choking on it before releasing you from his mouth with a wet pop.

"Fuck, you taste damn good..." He groaned, wiping a few drops of your cum from his chin.

He mixed it with his own spit in his hand, using it to lube up his aching member before flipping you on your stomach and thrusting into you suddenly.

He could've cum right then and there just from feeling your tight asshole squeezing around him, but he held back. Well, not enough to keep himself from pounding into you, regardless of how ready you were or how much you wanted it.

His pace was brutal, every thrust seeming harder and harder. The only way he was able to keep (somewhat) silent was by trailing hickeys down your neck and shoulders, holding your head up by your hair.

"Such a good boy...you my bitch now?" Through grunts and moans he whispered in your ear. "This is what you get for being a damn tease. Fuck...yeah, you're my fucking bitch now. My little bitch boy..."

He started jerking you off again as he rearranged your guts, driving you closer to another climax.

"Now be a good whore and cum for me."

Yet again, as if your body just naturally wanted to do what he said, you bust a nut. And with a few more deep thrusts, so did he, painting your insides white.

He didn't pull out of you for a good few minutes, just laying there and holding you, until finally he whispered: "You didn't think I was done, did you?~"

I think this is the longest one I've done so far! I hope it was satisfactory!

#x reader #yandere x reader #yandere #blarsh writes #male x reader #male yandere #yandere x male reader #yandere x male darling #x male reader #male reader #yandere enemy #enemy yandere #yandere x you #yandere x darling

[dwntwn-strnlo]

HAND MAKING matt sturniolo

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎, dwntwn-strnlo.

↳ 𝐀/𝐍. im back :) . . . is this me trauma dumping? idk yeah probably

↳ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. matthew sturniolo x harvard student!reader

↳ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. to relax ones mind

↳ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃? no!

↳ 𝐂𝐖! slight panic attack but not really, crying, failing school? happy ending, pet names ig idfk, profanity

"what are you doing?"

"im making your hands, darling!"

you felt like a crumbling mess. school has been pushing you to your brim, and you just left the building with the knowledge that you just failed two of your finals. you wanted to fall to the floor in front of your professors, and just cry. hoping that your desperate pleas for a stable future would be enough to let you retake the mind numbing tests over again.

how in the world could one study at the most prestigious university if they can't even ace a final? you worked your whole life for this school, practically threw away your childhood and lived with the gilmore mindset to get here. just to fail. just. to. fail.

stepping off the campus and reaching the city bus, it slowly started to set in. you felt nauseous. like you were being held upside down, feet in the air and your arms on the floor. but no. you were sitting in a bucket seat that matched some torn down 80's arcade floor. so, you held your bookbag close to you, closing your eyes. overcompensated with the feeling of dizziness and fatigue.

as much as you tried to tune it out, you couldn't get rid of the lingering smell of weed and coffee that permanently stained the crisp air that is of cambridge and boston.

---

nearing the inner city, you opened your eyes and picked up your phone. pressing it to your ear after hitting call.

the phone rang once before it was picked up on the other end and a gentle "hey," comes through. you could hear the smile in matt's voice; the one simple, sweet word rang in your brain. bouncing off the tissue walls before settling back to silence.

"im almost home," you mumbled. your voice was lower and raspy then you intended. the last thing you needed was for your boyfriend to grow worried. but that's exactly what you knew would happen.

you could hear him suck in a breath on the other end of the phone, "is something wrong? why are you coming home early, baby?"

"i uh- i finished my final early." your voice was still tiny in comparison to the chatter that danced over the bus.

he hums, not wanting to necessarily drop the conversation, but he knew that you would be more open about it face to face. and not on a public transport bus that has heard and spilled countless secrets.

"i'm almost home," you uttered. hanging up the phone call before matt could ask more questions.

you sat silent the rest of the ride, bouncing your leg until it grew numb.

---

walking in the door, tears brisked at your eyes. you could finally let your walls down now that you were in a safe environment. you called out your boyfriends name as you walked up the stairs. the sound of ruffling and a door opening echoes through the house.

"hey, baby," he gently smiled, his attempt to comfort you immediately works. just his presence makes you giddy, your heart starting to race.

you didn't want to load your troubles onto him, but you could no longer fight the stray tears that glide down your cheeks.

dropping your bag on the floor, you close your eyes. attempting to stop your tears from flowing, but it doesn't work.

it doesnt take long for you to be embraced by matt. his arms snaking around your waist as you held yourself against his chest. sobbing quietly into his grey cotton shirt. "i fucked it all up, matt..." you cried. holding onto him tighter then you thought possible.

matt soothingly rubs his hands up and down your back, pressing a soft kiss atop your head. "c'mon," he whispers softly, "come talk to me." he carefully pulls you over to the couch, and you open your eyes but sit down without glancing at his face.

"i failed my finals," you sobbed, squeezing your eyes tight. tears streamed down your face, you felt like a total mess.

"aww baby..." he cooed. the frown in his voice ultimately made you feel worse. he took your hands in his, gently rubbing his thumb across the back of your palms. "i'm sorry."

you couldn't help but stay silent. even if you tried you didn't think you could speak again.

matt started massaging at your hands, and you perked up. he played at each knuckle and each indent, each scar and each freckle.

"what are you doing..?" you whispered, looking up to meet his swirling eyes.

he smiled softly, "i'm making your hands darling!" he giggled, trying to cheer you up.

you felt like clay under his touch, like he was molding you perfectly to fit with him. he held your hand close to him as he soothingly caressed your skin.

you felt like his sculpture in the back of an art studio, the lights blinding as it's a late night and school ended hours ago. your artistic sculpture was due days previous, but matt wouldn't settle for anything else other than perfection. taking his time to make you a work of art.

you felt like sand at the beach, matt's hands as the water as they came with the tide, and gently washed at the tiny beaded rocks that were your knuckles and scars.

you felt like-

"are you alright?" he asked sweetly, bringing your knuckles up to his lips as he pressed a kiss onto your skin.

until he spoke you didn't even realize that your tears had dried, and you were more focused on his touch than anything. school pushed to the back of your head, becoming the least of your worries in this very moment.

you slowly nodded, a small smile peaking over to meet his.

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[fairy-angel222]

𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𐙚⋆.˚

Geto knows exactly what you need when you start to pick fights for no reason. Starting arguments over the smallest things in a fit of build up frustration. He doesn’t shout back, doesn’t even utter a word.

He just smiles.

Pulling you into his chest while you huff and push. His body rocking soothingly from side to side with his chin on your head. “Shh baby, it’s okay. Shh shh shh, i know baby, i know.”

It makes you angry how one sided the argument is. But you can’t help but sink into him as his words calm you down. Allowing him to kiss softly down your neck with an apologetic coo. “Haven’t given my girl the attention she deserves in a while. Left you all needy, hmm?”

You whimper, thighs clenching when he sits on the couch with you on his lap, the steady rising of his broad chest flush against your back.

“I’m sorry sweetheart. Gonna make you feel so much better yeah?”

You breathe out a moan when he gently pries your legs open. His fingers rubbing lightly over your clit through your dampening panties. “Look at that, been craving me so bad haven’t ya?” He sighs, leaving small marks on your skin in the wake of his kisses.

He took his time to slide off your panties, middle finger swirling in your wetness making you whine.

“Patience, i’m getting to it.”

“H-hurry up. Need you.” Your hips thrusting up into his hand desperately, letting out a little mewl when he finally prods at your entrance. “Haah.” Your lips part in a moan when he buries two of them into you, immediately curling them up to hit that spot you needed them to most.

“Faster.” You moan loudly, back arching against him in a cry when he complies. His thrusts becoming mean and hard as the pads of his fingers kiss that spongy spot inside you with no mercy. Your hands grip at his large forearms, mouth falling open in silent screams as his pace quickens even more.

Your stomach tightening and your eyes rolling back. The sweet feeling in your insides gaining intensity as it shot up to your brain, your head getting fuzzy as you shook against him. The world around you going blank with the curl of your toes.

“F-fuckkk.” Your cry came out as a high pitched babble, tears welling in your eyes as you neared your release. Geto holding you tight against him when your legs began to involuntarily shut.

“Nope, greedy girls gotta take it baby. You know ya need it so fucking take it.” His whisper was deep and husky, breath fanning over your ear as his thumb began to rub at your clit. “That’s it, good girl.”

Your noises only got louder as your legs trembled, “Fuck Sugu, ahhh. ‘M gonna— f-fuck ‘m gonna-” you let out a drawn out cry of his name as you let go.

A long clear stream spraying messily in front of you as he pulled away from your sopping hole. Using his palm to messily rub your clit as you continue to drench his thighs. “There ya go… so fucking messy.” He groans, turning your head to kiss you deeply as you shivered one last time, giving in to his lips against yours.

Geto’s hand snakes around your throat, resting delicately on your skin before pulling away. A string of salvia connecting your swollen lips. “Still wanna argue with me? Or should i take you upstairs and make you cum even harder on my cock.”

#jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader smut #geto x reader smut #geto suguru x reader smut #geto suguru smut #geto smut #geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru

[munsonsprincess11111]

Sickness and school

Eddie munson x reader

Summary: you get ill and still go to school so Eddie takes it upon his self to help you

Walking over to your locker felt like an effort. You was sick. Really sick. But you needed to come to school. You had an English presentation you couldn't miss and math homework due. So it was either stay home and get detention or come to school and deal with it.

You rested your head on your locker. Your bones were aching your head was throbbing all you wanted to do was lay in bed but you couldn't. Suddenly you felt someone's presence stood next to you. "Hey you." The voice spoke. You looked up to see Eddie. Your Eddie.

You gave him a weak smile in return before standing up straight opening your locker. "Shit babe you look like crap." Eddie says frowning at you. "Thanks babe." You say with a breathy laugh.

"OK no not what I meant you always look amazing but you look like shit." HE says placing his wrist on your forehead. "And your burning up why the fuck are you here?" HE askes concerned. You look over to him and shrug.

"Had a presentation I couldn't miss and homework due." You say swapping your books for the ones you'll need after lunch.

"Number one I could've dropped your homework in number two what presentation?" Eddie frowns again out of confusion and concern.

"English presentation." You mumble rubbing your eyes. "I've done it now and handed my homework in so I won't be getting detention on thr plus side of things." You turn to Eddie and weakly smile.

"C'm 'ere." HE says pulling you into him. You wrap your arms around him and put your face in thr crook of his neck. He holds you and sways with you slightly. You let out a sigh of relief feeling calmer just by him holding you. You let your eyes drift shut as he sways with you.

But the peace is disturbed by a shouting Dustin and Gareth. You tense as they shout as your head throbs. Eddie kisses your head and looks at the two boys.

"What?" Eddie askes bluntly.

"Woah what's up with y/n?" Dustin askes.

"Nothing what do you want?" Eddie askes again.

"Well we was thinking we could reschedule hellfire tonight Lucas has-" Gareth says but Eddie cuts him off.

"Yeah we can thats fine by me." Eddie says picking up your back pack still holding you.

"Really that's it no lecture?" Dustin says.

"Yes now excuse us." Eddie says stepping past the two boys pulling you into his side as he walks. He keeps an arm over your shoulders as you lean your head on him holding around his waist.

"Where we going?" You ask just above a whisper.

"I'm taking you to the trailer. Your sick n I'm gonna take care of you." Eddie says.

You approach his van, and he opens the door for you, helping you into the passenger seat, laying his jacket over you as a blanket. He kisses your head and walks around to the drivers side.

He drives to the trailer running his hand up and down your leg. By the time you arrive your asleep. Eddie looks over and smiles before getting out of the van and opening thr trailer door putting it on thr latch so it doesn't swing shut.

He opens the passenger door and unbuckles your seat belt before sliding one arm under your legs and the other to your back he carries you inside. You stir and put your arms around Eddie's middle laying your head on his chest.

He lays you in his bed, covering you with the duvet going to shut the trailer door. He wanders back to the bedroom sliding your shoes on tossing them somewhere on the floor. He takes off his own shoes and lays behind you undoing your bra knowing it can't be comfortable.

He lays an arm over you pulling you against his chest drifting off to sleep with you.

-

You wake up a few hours later. Eddie was already awake and he smiled "how'd you sleep?" HE whisperes

You turn over to face him hugging him against you closing your eyes. "Good." You mumble. "Wanna just lay here thr rest of the day you can stay over." Eddie offers stroking your head. You nod relaxing into him.

"I love you." HE says kissing your head.

"I love you too." You says back kissing thr bit of skin closest to you.

You both lay there in his bed the rest of the day. You in and out of sleep. And Eddie just holding you.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson thoughts #eddie m #eddie munson x yn #eddie smut #eddie x reader #eddie x you #rockstar eddie munson #eddie my beloved #eddie stranger things

[sehnsuchts-trunken]

dbf!Jake with a little bit of grey in his hair I'm 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵 I don't know why that gets me but it does

you understand!!! you get it!!!! I swear this has fueled hours of my daydreams about him, I'm incredibly hyped to share those haha

jake refers to himself in third person once in this, and even though every time i read or write that i have to think about caesar and immediately hate it, jake would absolutely 100% do it so.

top gun masterlist | top gun blurbs

It's late as you stumble through Jake's doorway, your keys clanging against the wall and your shoes thumping to the floor. You can hear the tv playing in the living room, shouts and cheers that have you guessing he's watching a sports game.

You tread through the hallway and knock softly on the doorframe, a bit unnecessarily because Jake's head is long turned to you.

"Hey there", you greet, and you can do nothing at all against the smile tugging at your lips.

"Hey there", Jake echoes, at least an octave deeper than you. His eyes rake down your body - you're still in your work clothes, which is unusual. "D'you want a drink, darling?"

With a sigh, you push off the doorframe and pad over to the couch. Jake puts his beer bottle down on the table.

"No, I'm good. I don't need a drink", you mutter, letting yourself drop right onto his lap. He's freed his hands for a reason after all. "I just need you."

One of your palms steadies against his chest, the other brushes down his jaw, fingertips dragging circles against his skin - against his stubble, it's been a few days since he's shaved (and that truly is your favourite look on him) - as his arms wrap around your waist and pull you tightly to him.

"I'm here", he says with a smile.

"Yeah", you breathe, smiling right back at him. God, he turns your insides into mush. "I know."

He holds you close and settles back against the couch, his eyes focused on yours, content to have you on his lap, to have your hands on him. You can feel him relax by the second as your fingertips trail up and down his face - his jaw, his cheek, disappearing into his hair.

Suddenly, you still.

"Jake", you breathe and swallow hard. "Are you going grey?"

"What?", he mutters, his arms loosening from around you to grab for your thighs instead.

"You're going grey", you repeat, and pray you don't sound half as stunned as you feel. "Baby, you've got a grey streak."

Jake's hands tighten on you. If there was any way, any way at all, to look away from the strand of grey you'd spotted in his hair, you would - but you can't. You can't. There's absolutely no way you can drag your eyes off.

He's going grey. Your boyfriend is going grey.

"If you joke about how old I am now, I'll call your father", he mutters, but there's less joke in his tone than there should be. It takes you a second to realise why.

He's worried.

He's worried you're understanding just how old he is, that it's somehow bothering you, that it's turning you off.

The problem you are having is about the opposite.

Jake's grey streak doesn't turn you off. It turns you on.

You don't know why. You can't explain to yourself why. You don't really want to, either, because you're sure that's just going to end up being some fucked up psychology deep dive. It doesn't matter anyway. What matters is the way your legs clamp tightly around his, the way your fingers fist his shirt.

"Jake", you whisper, finally managing to drag your eyes away from his hair and to look back at him instead. He truly does seem worried - it's just hard to concentrate on that when you feel tingly and hot all of a sudden. But something in his expression changes the very moment you glance at him anyway. You think you can guess why.

You've never been all that good at hiding your emotions. And Jake had read you like an open book from the very beginning on.

Maybe your eyes are glazed over or half-lidded or something, maybe your cheeks are dusted pink, maybe your irises are blown wide - you'd have to check a mirror to be sure, but you know that there must be something, something he sees that has him raising his eyebrows, that has a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"You're into this", he says, almost as though he can't really believe it.

You bite down on your lip and your eyes flicker back up to the grey in his hair.

"And what if I am, old man?", you mumble, playing at his age after all, trying to get at least a bit of leverage back, even though you already know you'll lose it just as quickly again.

Jake proves you right almost immediately - you can't even comprehend how fast he's turned you around, got your back pushed against the couch and your chest pressed to his.

"Just that you like your old man", he mutters, his breath tickling your skin as you try calm your racing pulse. Your old man, fuck. That shouldn't make your heart stutter the way it does. "And his grey streak too."

#jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #dbf!jake seresin #dbf!jake seresin x reader #x reader #top gun #top gun x reader #hangman x reader

[athanza]

Starlett - Part 2

Cooper Howard/fem!OC (not self-insert)

Tags: Hurt/comfort (sort of?), non-allowed romantic connection, lots of tention, pre and post war drama, some Cooper dad fluff because why not ♡

Warnings: Mentions of domestic abuse and (no graphic scenes or descriptions of that nature), angst, canon wasteland violence

This branches out from canon but I thought it was a cute story idea so I had to write it. Enjoy! ♡

Part 1 | Part 3 | Final part

2296

The harsh sun was setting now which meant he needed to find somewhere to settle in for the night. The rickety second floor of one of these buildings would be the best option so he'd have a good vantage point if something were to happen.

As he searched for the right building he began to hear muffled screaming coming from further in the crumbled town. At first, he couldn't give a rat's ass, but he needed to know if it was a big enough threat for him to keep moving.

It didn't take long for gunshots to begin ringing out through the ruins, but they were only from 3 separate guns...then 2...then 1.

As he reached the area where the shots were coming from, the sounds of a pissed off Yao Guai became apparent, and there was one singular person left to fight it off but she looked like she was badly injured.

"You son of a bitch!!" She yelled when her gun jammed and the wounded beast readied itself for another charge.

As it lunged at her one more time a shotgun shell slammed into the side of it's head and it went down, a pink mist left in the air for a moment as the rest of it's brains splattered to the ground.

The woman turned to where the shot came from to see Cooper walking casually towards her, unable to see his face very well in the dark. She pointed her now un-jammed rifle at him just in case.

"Those things'll kill ya." He quipped.

"Yeah, no shit." She replied, wincing at the pain from a gash on her side.

He cocked his head a little. Her voice sounded familiar.

"Why don't you put down that gun so I can cut myself some bear hide and be on my way?"

She scoffed. "So you can shoot me in the face and steal all my shit? No thanks cowboy."

That was it, the confirmation he didn't think he'd get.

"Irene?" He said.

The woman paused briefly, then aimed her gun properly. "How do you know my name?"

He stepped a little closer so that the light from the lantern on the ground could illuminate his face.

It took her a moment but she recognised his eyes and immediately lowered her weapon.

"Cooper?"

2077

A scream woke Cooper up in the middle of the night and he instinctively got up and ran to his daughter's room.

"Daddy!" Janey cried when she saw him.

He came over and hugged her tightly. "Hey, hey, it's ok, it was just a dream, you're ok."

She cried into him for a moment before spluttering "Why don't you and mommy love each other anymore?"

That caught him off guard. He had no idea what to say and it hurt so much hearing her say that.

"It's not that we don't love each other honey, it's just..." He tried desperately to search for the right words. "Well...your mom and I just disagree on somethin' really important and we tried to figure it out but it was too hard."

"What did you disagree on?"

"Well...that's grown up stuff baby girl."

She sulked quietly, putting her head back on his chest.

"We still love you very very much, that hasn't changed at all."

"Is it my fault?" She asked and his heart broke.

"No baby girl, no, not at all. None of this is your fault."

"I know I haven't been doing my homework, and I don't always feed Roosevelt when I'm told and-"

He cut her off, kneeling beside the bed so he could look her in the eyes. "Janey," he held her hands. "None of this is your fault. Your mother and I loved you since the day we found out we were gonna have you. And when you were born, we looked at you and we just cried and cried.

I have never been prouder or happier than I was in that moment. And you know what? That hasn't changed a bit, not even a little."

Janey smiled, her face still wet with leftover tears.

"Really?" She sniffed.

"Yes." Cooper chuckled, scooping her up and hugging her again and she giggled. "Now, how about a hot chocolate, with double marshmallows?"

She smiled and nodded enthusiastically.

She hugged him as he carried her downstairs. "I love you daddy." She said.

His chest burst with warmth and happiness and he smiled. "I love you too sweetheart."

The next morning, Janey was watching cartoons on the TV while eating her breakfast and Cooper sipped greatfully at his cup of hot coffee, having not gotten much sleep.

He smiled as he heard his daughter giggle at the TV, her mouth full of cereal, and sat down at the dining table with his newspaper.

But just as he sat down the loud ringing from the telephone rang out through the kitchen and he sighed heavily.

"I'll get it!" Janey yelled and ran over, hoping it was her mother. Her face dropped when it wasn't her mother's voice she heard on the other end of the line. "Yeah he's here, I'll put him on."

Cooper looked up at her tone and she held the receiver out to him. "It's for you dad."

He walked over and took it, kissing her on the head before she went back to her cartoons.

"Hello?" He said.

"Mr. Howard, it's Irene. I'm sorry to call you at home but I need your help."

Her voice told him it was serious. "What's wrong?"

"You were right. About Frank. I know we barely know each other but I need somewhere to stay for the night before I go to my mother's up in Sacramento. Lee...Lee doesn't know."

"I uh..."

"...no, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have bothered you." She said.

"No, no, it's ok. I'll make up the guest room for you."

He could hear a faint sigh of relief in her answer. "Thank you, so much, I owe you one."

He gave her his address and they hung up.

"Who was that dad?" Asked Janey.

"A friend from work. She needs a place to stay tonight so she's gonna stay in the guest bedroom. You'd like her."

She kind of shrugged in an uninterested way and took another bite of her cereal, her attention back on the TV.

He hoped no one sees Irene at his house, that's the last thing he needs in the papers, especially now.

Part 1 | Part 3

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[sixx-sixx-sixx]

TEASER: Cooper “The Ghoul” Howard x female!OC - The Trader’s Daughter

I just wanted to hop on here and share a little bit of what I’ve been working on to contribute to the Cooper Howard fangirls 😭😂 Please let me know your thoughts and feedback is always appreciated!!

Synopsis:

Daisy is the daughter of an ex-vault dweller/wasteland forager named Josiah, who escaped the vault when she was only a child. In his time exploring the wasteland for the benefit of the vault, Josiah meets Cooper “The Ghoul” Howard, who becomes a lifelong acquaintance after a few heated run-ins. Cooper pulls some strings and uses his connections to get Josiah a safe place for him and his daughter, where Josiah becomes a trader of chems and anything else you could want from a trading post.

The Ghoul goes out of his way to make sure Josiah and his flower are well taken care of, and Josiah makes sure that Cooper gets the chems he needs to ward off going feral. Throws in some extra when he sees that Coop’s making an effort to get his kid to gain basic survival skills. (There’s totally a “they were roommates” vibe between her dad and Cooper, but I’m not going too in depth on any of that) Daisy’s just thankful to have a fun time when her Coop comes to visit.

As the years go by, Cooper’s visits to the shop become less frequent, stopping completely when our protagonist is 14. Daisy never stops thinking about the man who her dad trusted more than anyone in the wasteland, the ghoul who frequently went out of his way to bring her small trinkets from his travels as a bounty hunter.

Cooper returns to the trading post after over a decade. Except now, the once welcoming community has become more barbaric, with less smiling faces and more fighting and outlaws. By all means, it was your average wasteland town. He’s surprised to walk into Josiah’s trading post and see a breathtaking young woman come out from the back room, the type of woman men would go to war over in ancient times.

Shocked to see her ghoul standing in front of her, seeing him for the first time as a grown woman, with a grown woman brain and a grown woman body. Daisy had spent many years thinking about him, developed a crush in her teenage years that had bloomed in her chest for a decade. She knew that there was nothing there, there couldn’t be, he was her father’s closest acquaintance for years. He’d watched her grow up, essentially. No way she had a chance, but still, it didn’t hurt to yearn for the irradiated cowboy.

- so yeah. That’s like, the gist of what’s going on so far, it’s definitely not fully fleshed out, but I wanted to post some kind of teaser/synopsis of what I’ve got written messily in my notes app 😅 I want this to be multi part, not sure how many parts yet, but I definitely have at least 4 sections of blurbs in my notes that are going to turn into 4 parts. It’ll be slow burn, definitely a little big of dad’s best friend cooper (I’m just a girl, I can’t help it), definitely some daddy issues at some point, and diverges from canon probably a LOT because I’ve got a general idea of the fallout universe but it’s by no means comprehensive. The first part/chapter is probably gonna be her background, why her dad escaped the vault/maybe how he got acquainted with cooper.

- I also haven’t written anything in years, so be gentle with me 😭

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[bouncybongfairy]

hey uhm this is my first time requesting so i hope i explain it well😅

could u write a zuko smut with both of them being banished seperately from the fire nation and they both have to search for the avatar and first they are rivals but then when they both join the gaang (gosh i hate that word) and somehow end up together in a cave with crazy sexual tension and one thing leads to another

if youre not too uncomfortable with it could you put in zuko having a saliva fetish

thanks for reading all this my first language isnt english so the grammar is probably horrible sorry for that

Matching Angst

Prince Zuko x Fem Reader Smut

Summary: After you and Zuko fell off Appa while fighting, you find shelter in a cave. After making up from the argument, things get heated.

Word Count: 1.0k+

TW: Rough Smut, Oral Fixation, Saliva Kink. <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

Zuko and you were currently sitting inside a small cave, trying your best to dry off. While you were all flying on Appa, you’d fallen while pushing Zuko who also plunged into the water below. Luckily nobody was hurt but unfortunately that meant you were stuck with Zuko for the night. Anng and Katara came to get both of you but decided that you both needed to work out whatever problems you had with each other. So now you were sitting next to the fire, happy that your clothes were finally dry. Resting your chin on your knees and watching the fire grow. The fight was over directions; so stupid and you guys had already apologized to each other. Old habits die hard and because you both spent so long searching for the Avatar for your honor's sake, it was easy to slip back into that attitude. It was getting colder and even though you had an unlimited fire, the same couldn’t be said for kindling. 

“Don’t make it weird,” he said, coming up and wrapping one of his arms around you. 

“It’s freezing,” you pointed out, holding onto his arm. 

“We’ll be out of here soon,” he said, making a makeshift bed for the two of you to sleep in. 

“I just feel like it’s my fault, if i hadn’t started that argument this wouldn’t be happening,” you said, kicking some of the dirt into the air. 

“If it makes you feel any better: you were right about the directions. I figured it out while we were arguing but felt too stupid to admit I was wrong. Let’s just call it even,” he said, laying on the bed and gesturing for you to join him. 

“Sharing a bed?” you asked, sitting next to him. 

“Yeah, normally I would make two but I figured because of the temperature it’d be safer to share body heat through the night. I mean- not that I would oppose sleeping next to you even if it was hot or-” he started to ramble. 

“It’s okay, I knew what you meant,” you giggle before laying down. 

It was nice enough for a night, not the best either. You knew there was no way you’d be getting any actual sleep. He was spooning you, using his arm as a pillow; the other arm was draped over your waist. He was breathing into your ear, snoring just a little. You could feel his chest rising and falling against your back. Your stomach would flip every time his lower stomach made contact with the arch of your back. Zuko could sleep anywhere no matter what, an ability you wish for. You were admiring how muscular his arm was; without thinking you start tracing one of the veins with your fingertip. He stirs in his sleep and pulls you closer to him. Pressing his erection against your ass, making your back involuntarily arch. Your breath hitches and you hope he doesn’t notice. Goosebumps covering your skin, like any contact he made with your skin felt like fireworks. 

Testing out the water, you start grinding yourself against him. Feeling a mixture of relief and excitement once he started rocking himself against you. He started pressing kisses against the back of your head as things started to heat up further. Not satisfied with the lack of friction, he yanks your shorts down. Pulling his member out and pushing it between your warm thighs. Everytime he trusts, his tip would glide against your slit. Spreading your wetness all over himself, loving how your body reacted when he brushed over your clit. Everything about you was driving him crazy. The way you were trying to hide your face in his arm. How hot your sex felt pressed against his length. His hands were exploring your body, starting at your chest. Pinching and kneading your breasts while groaning in your ear. 

He had to stop himself from cumming too early. Getting up and changing both your positions and shedding the remaining clothing. Now laying on your back and he was towering over you. The fire was burning out behind him, the sight making you melt and burn with anticipation. He leaned down lining himself up with your slit. Using one of his elbows to support his weight, resting it by your head. Bringing the other hand to your face; his thumb tracing your bottom lip. 

“Such pretty fucking lips,” he cooed while burning his length deep inside you. 

He maintained hard eye contact with you while pushing his thumb past your lips. Pushing your tongue down and feeling around your mouth. He started slowly thrusting, fucking his thumb in and out of your mouth to match pace with his hips. You curled your tongue around his digit which his hips snap forward involuntarily. The sudden fullness made you cry out, groaning and whining while arching your back. He started smearing your drool over your lips and down your chin slightly. Gripping your jaw and starting to pick up his pace. Nuzzling his face in your shoulder and pounding into you at an intense rhythm. You wrapped your legs around his waist and raked your nails down his back.

“Fuck!” he loudly growled in your ear as you bucked your hip up. 

You could tell he was nearing his orgasm because his rutting was becoming more erratic, going in and out of rhythm. Sweat was dripping off both of you while using each other’s bodies to cum. Your lower stomach was burning; almost searing as your abdominal muscles started to contact. Clinging onto him and digging your nails into his shoulders while you rode out your orgasm. Seeing you completely cock-drunk, and letting the nastiest cries coming out of your mouth made him cum. Fucking his cock so deeping inside you, your back began sliding forward. Moaning in your ear as he shot ropes of cum into your belly. Pressing wet kisses all over your forehead and cheeks. Slowly rocking his hips, enjoying the feeling of cum leaking out of you.

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[zqcky01]

a stone x reader where the reader reveals to have scars on their back? like really bad scratches and shit??

maybe they escaped some rich abusive person and the the things they did to them just.. stayed??

if this makes you uncomfortable then you dont need to write this but thank you if you do❤️❤️

whenever ill request ill just put 👽anon if thats okay

Healed

Stone x Reader

a/n: HI 👽!!!

warning: mentions of abuse, scars

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You flinched feeling Vinnie’s hand land on your back as she gave you a pat on the back. You gulped, feeling the unhealed scars start to sting. They grew all puffy and red which made you want to scream. You didn’t say anything, you only smiled as Vinnie spoke, “Great work guys!” She cheered as she patted your back again, causing you to clenched your fists tightly. You bit your lip as you nodded. No one noticed–only Stone who kept his gaze on you, he raised an eyebrow at how you were acting but didn’t say anything about it in front of Skipp or Vinnie. “Hey, Skipp and Vinnie. How about you two go get some dinner and bring us some?” Stone spoke up as he puffed out smoke. “Okay!” Skipp and Vinnie said as they happily walked off out of the alleyway they were in. 

“So–” “Why are you acting like that?” Stone asked as he crossed his arms over his chest. He frowned as he glanced down at your clenched fists. “Acting like what?” You asked, getting caught off guard. You tilted your head to the side, feeling the pain of your scars cling to your ripped-up shirt. “When Vinnie patted your back, you just tensed up and flinched so many times I lost count.” He said, stepping closer to you. You paused, glancing off to the side. You fiddled with the hem of your shirt.

“I just have a few unhealed scars on my back that’s all.” You gulped, your gaze going back up to see his face. “Unhealed scars?” He asked, confused. “May I please see them?” Stone asked, his face softening as he stepped closer to you.

You pulled Stone’s hand and pulled him to a secluded area. You blushed as you turned around. “Are you sure?” You asked, your back facing him. “Yeah..” He muttered as he leaned against the wall, lighting a cigarette. You sighed, before taking off your shirt. You pulled your hair in front of you. Giving Stone a view of your back.

Your back was full of healed scars along with unhealed scars. Big and small. You took a deep breath. “My parents worked for these horrible rich people. They forced me to help clean. Whenever I messed up they would—beat me. I remember one night, the husband pushed me down onto a glass table and it shattered under me.” You spoke, pointing to your shoulders. “The glass cut me so badly that it left scars.” You sighed, looking at your lap.

Stone stayed silent as he listened to you speak. He stared at your back, before he walked over to you. His fingers lightly touched your back, tracing over your scars. “Thank you, for—trusting me enough to look at your scars.” He spoke softly, his lips gazed your shoulder.

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[wynonnahyde]

The saloon was lively, most if not everyone dancing, drinking, or socializing. Two younger people had recently been wed, so naturally, it was time to celebrate the new couple. Wynonna sat at the end of the bar, smiling as she watched everyone dance around, a smile on her lips. It had been a little, at least in her time, about 3 weeks since her horrid week. She wasn’t healed by any means, but she felt much better than she did, just had to be careful as any harsh hit to her chest or stomach would make her collapse.

She wasn’t drinking, which came as a surprise to most people, rather, slowly eating some chips that the saloons owner had made himself. She hummed along to the song on the piano, smiling at a few people as they passed by.

Later into the night, a younger man sped into the building, eyes darting around until they landed on Wynonna, speaking to an older woman. He quickly passed the crowd, excusing himself as he intervened.

“A—are you Wynonna Hyde—? Sand-spider?” He asked, his voice trembling.

Wynonna looked at him, a little off guard as she looked at the boy. “Yeah? Why?”

“There’s been a sighting out by the towns watering hole, where we all put our horses during off season, and sheriff has gone missing.”

“Missing-? How long?” She was shocked, no one went missing, especially the guy who uses his gun more than handcuffs.

“4 hours now, he said not to get you, but I heard a yell up by there and— well you catch the bad guys! I’m just a watcher at the jail!” He rambled, hands shaking as he looked into her eyes.

She hesitated, but sighed, nodding as she stood to her feet, nodding to the woman as a goodbye as she started to walk away, the boy following.

They exchanged more details, apparently a guy who was a little to snake like was out by the watering hole, seeming to be waiting. “And when the sheriff left, I heard a yell and couldn’t find him! So—so I came to get you..”

“…I—I’ll see what I can do, okay kid? If I ain’t back you get some people to come looking.”

The boy nodded, watching the woman start to walk off, her shadow disappearing into the darkness. It was a moonless night, visibility was low, very low, meaning you couldn’t really see who was around. Her steps were slow, and quiet, scanning the area as she slowly made it to the watering hole.

“…Sheriff? Jacob sent me out here, said you was missing?” It was silent, no reply. “…Timothy? You out here?”

Yet again, there was so reply, making the hair on her neck stand up. She was looking at the water, the towns watering hole, somehow, the water stayed, it was deep, about 6 feet, some people said it was an old burry sight that got abandoned, then filled. Everyone sent their horses down here during off season, when there was no work to be done.

“…fuckin’ hell man, c’mon don’t do this, Mary and Andrew just got married, we don’t need a death…” she sighed, going to step back to walk more down west, before a snap of a twig filled the air, her senses firing as she turned her head, seeing Timothy standing by the waters edge, staring her down. “Shit! Jesus, Timothy you scared me straight a moment…are you okay? You look like you’ve done seen a ghost.”

“I should’ve killed you when I had Johnny.” He simply said, his voice calm, cold.

“…what…?” She took a moment to reply, raising an eyebrow. “…Johnny died at the hanging tree, his guts were ripped open, what the fuck do you mean by that.”

“You stupid woman,” he spat, stepping closer, hands twitching. “My daddy spent his entire life tracking your family and his, just to die three day shy of your wedding?! and you all get off SCOTT FREE”

“Johnny was turning his life around, that man was fixing what his family had done! Your daddy wouldn’t leave us alone! We had never done anything!”

“Exactly why your father paid me to end it, you were to valuable, if I caught you two, I would have taken the entire ring down!”

“…what.”

She stood still, staring at the man as he started to chuckle, rolling his eyes. “What..? You thought it was a random man? Idiot!”

“…you…no. You—you helped me take him down from the tree, you helped me keep his guts inside.” She said lowly, breathing slowly.

He scoffed, eyes rolling as he held a sick grin, “you did the easy part in killing your daddy for me.”

Wynonna just blinked slowly, her hand moving to her side, grazing the fan, and handing on the handle of her gun, her breathing turning ragged. “You…fucking…BASTARD.”

She ran at him, drawing her gun, which caught the man by surprise as he stumbled back, a few gunshots ringing out. They struggled, Wynonna blinded by pure rage as she tried her hardest to shoot the man, a few bullets raining into the air.

“YOU FUCKING BASTARD. HE FAUGHT SO HARD TO MAKE A LIFE FOR US. WE WERE GOING TO HAVE A CHILD. WE WERE GOING TO BE SAFE DOWN IN WASHINGTON.” She screamed, her voice ragged, a guttural yell.

The man simply grunted, looking for a way to get her down, the two ending up in the shallow end of the waters. He let out a yell, and hit her ribs, causing her to gasp, loosing air as she fell to her knees. The next moments were a blur as he struggled, shoving her down into the water with a splash. She let out a yell, trying to grab a breath of air before her head went under the water.

His hands wrapped around her throat, held down under water, she fought, she really did fight hard, but she was loosing air. She clawed, she hit, she kicked, she tried to get up, nothing. Her head was getting fuzzy, her eyes hurting, her chest begging for air. She inhaled, water rushing into her lungs as she gagged. She felt weak, her mind slowly starting to fade, and in her final moments, her thoughts were only one person, the one person she made a promise too. Rider, Doll, Juniper, June,

Junie.

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