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tojifm · 3 months

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- consequences (m.) -> g. satoru

*𖥔 ݁ ˖ pairing: gojo/reader 𖥔 ݁ ˖"words": 1k ‧₊˚contains: orgasms, public humiliation, vibrators, not enough plot. ‧₊˚

i.* | ii.

He was a tease. He always had been. It didn't slip his attention how much that seemed to turn you on.

His chest was pressed against your back, warmth permeating through his white buttoned shirt, chin resting on the top of your head with a half hearted pout. To anyone else, it seemed an innocent position but you were all too aware of the outline pressed against your ass to consider it that.

His breath was hot and damp when he leaned down - watching you from the reflection that the train's window cast - and whispered in your ear, "Are you wet?"

The train was packed, bodies shuffling to make place for a newcomer at every stop. "Gojo!" you hissed, looking around to make sure nobody else heard. "Shut up."

"Are you?" His fingers wandered down from your waist and traced the band of your skirt. "Can I check?"

You were mortified. Half because you knew he truly meant it, he'd shove his finger down your underwear at any given chance, and half because you felt the slick trickle down the insides of your thigh. "No, you dumbass!"

"I won't do anything," he promised, "just wanna check."

You squirmed. It didn't escape his notice. His blue irises darkened. "Please."

"What if someone sees?" They're bound to, right? The place was packed, the smell of sweat heavy in the air.

"I'll kill them," his hips move, pressing harder against your flesh. You protested, remembering the last time you had cum over his fingers when he had pulled you aside in an alleyway under similar pretenses.

You rolled your eyes. "No."

His hand retreated to its original position in defeat, wrapping around your rib cage. He was insistent. "What underwear are you wearing?"

A frown etched itself between your eyebrows, face tilting to look at him instead of through the glass. "The one you got me yesterday." It hadn't been a surprise. Gojo had the tendency of dressing you in things only for him to rip it to shreds. Sure, it was lacier and heavier than the usual garments but you figured it was due to the metallic clasps around the string that rested on your hipbones.

His expression brightened at your reply. "Really?"

You nodded, a little confused. "Yeah, why?"

He didn't reply staring at your crotch in the window. "No reason."

You started scrolling on your phone occasionally showing him things you found interesting and thought he'd find cool, he's attentive, occasionally humming in agreement. "You'd look good in that," he said pointing out a slim black dress, simple and low cut.

You open your mouth to disagree when suddenly there's buzz against your core.

It shocks you so much you jolt against your boyfriend, head bumping against his chin, and drop your phone. People give you odd looks as you apologize, bending down to grab the device, his long fingers tightening around the jut of your hip so you didn't fall over. "You good?" He asked when you straightened into your original position against him.

"Yeah," you whispered breathily, the sensation lingering in your legs, struggling to compose yourself.

What had it been?

The train went into a tunnel, the lights dimmed, and in the reflection of the window, Gojo's eyes glowed cerulean and he grinned maliciously, flashing his white teeth. Right as it dawned on you, you felt another jolt. This time you would've been on the floor had it not been for the arm that suddenly wrapped around your abdomen. Gojo tsked in your ear. "I would've been nicer if you had let me check."

Vibrating panties. You bit down your lip and clenched your eyes shut. "Y-you asshole."

He bit the edge of your ear, teasingly, evoking a shuddering breath out of your mouth. "Are you really in a position to be so mean to me?"

No. But did it stop you? NO.

The buzz continued, a low hum vibrating against your pulsing clit. Your legs trembled, struggling to balance your body. "Gojo, fah-fuck. I-i'll kill you."

He had the audacity to lean down closer. His solid chest pressing in the back of your shoulder blades. "Hm? You say something?"

Bzzzzzzzzzzzz.

To your horror, a gasp slipped past your lips catching attention. Gojo was quick to evade it, pressing his hand over your stomach, rubbing soothing circles. "Aw, is it a cramp, baby? It's okay, I'll help."

What they didn't know was the heat that had pooled in the very spot Gojo kept pressing. You press a glare on the side of his jaw. "I'll ruin you."

"I'd like to see you try." That was your only warning before the speed jumped and your head was over his shoulder, body curving outwards. Faintly you made out the few words he was saying. "Ooh a bad one, huh? Cramps suck."

Your legs shook and he was absolutely delighted, the evidence of it growing by every second against your ass. "Are you gonna cum?" he whispered.

"Shut up," you whined uselessly, squeezing your legs together. At this point, you were fully using his body as support, no longer able to hold yourself up.

He laughed. "Just turn it down, please," you requested.

"Should've let me touch you-"

"Please!" Your knuckles were white from how tight you were gripping the edges of your skirt. The smug man simply shook his head with a smirk.

To some miracle, at the moment you absolutely felt you'd drown in ecstasy and embarrass yourself in front of exhausted strangers, the mechanical doors opened up to a platform that wasn't yours. But you didn't care.

Clumsily, managing to escape the hold of your boyfriend, you jumped out in the humid summer that had settled on to the station. You completely ignored his call as you made it your sole purpose to locate a bathroom. The buzzing sharpened and you fell to your knees with a yelp, bone thudding against the polished floor.

Humiliation burned against the backs of your eyes. There was no way this was happening. Horror warmed your veins but it was the crave of the impending orgasm that really drove you to your wits end.

"…you okay? Miss- miss-"

Someone was speaking to you. "Are you okay?" A train conductor.

You wet your lips and managed a nod, the buzzing was stronger kneeling down, pressed directly against the bundle of nerves. He looked concerned. "Are you alone?"

You were about to shake your head when familiar hands dig into your armpits and drag you up. "There you are."

You didn't see his face but you felt his silent kind of fury. He didn't like it when you ran away. The conductor casts a quick gaze at you and at your nod of confirmation before shrugging and walking away.

"Where did you think you were going?"

The next few moments pass in a haze where you find yourself against a lidded toilet inside a family restroom. The man himself had crouched down on his feet, fingers pressing the underwear harder against your pussy, delighting himself with the reactions your body gave him. There was an obscenely wet patch forming against the lace, the pink darkening into a deeper shade. "You know why I got this color?" He doesn't wait for your response, ever so entitled.

"It reminded me of your cunt. So pretty and pink. I just had to see it on you."

You cried out when you came, face wet with tears and mouth leaking with drool. The buzzing stopped and you wanted to curse him for putting you through such torment but all you could manage was a shudder of relief.

You failed to notice how absolutely bewitched Gojo was by what he was seeing. Your release gushed out of the thin material that covered you, white streaks running down your thigh. He gulped, not realizing it'd be his turn next.

"You're absolutely ruined," he whispers before his hand patted your cunt, a squelching sound, so vulgar, and so, so, dirty echoed in the empty room.

"G-gojo, what- nngh-" You felt the buzzing before you heard the click of the remote control. Your body jerked up in reaction, his fingers still tracing the edges of the material, softly. You were starting to feel numb from overstimulation - oversensitive from his ministrations but then you felt his breath on the inside of your thigh, followed by a kittenish lick. You make a move to close your legs but his hands are there holding you sturdy and apart. He hummed to himself. "Fuckkkkk, always taste so good."

Your face flushed, whining at his compliment, eyes fluttering shut. Gojo watched from between your legs, licks became desperate and sucking hard enough to leave behind bruises. That, paired with the vibrator, and the tremble of your legs, was enough to tell Gojo exactly where you were.

It was enough to send you careening over the edge, squirting in your underwear at an unknown train station with an impatient Gojo buried in your cunt.

might make part two but who knows he kinda deserves it

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winniethewife · 6 months

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Kinktober day 18

Day Eighteen: Masturbation (Poe Dameron x reader)

Warnings: smut under the cut, nsfw, 18+, FemBodied, Masturbation (Woah on masturbation day? Crazy…), mutual Masturbation (insanity), fingering

Minors DNI

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Poe was finally done with the paperwork from the last disaster of a mission that had cost the Resistance way too much time, man power and resources for it to go that badly, He was just about ready to fall face first in his bed in his quarters and sleep for ten rotations when he hears something very interesting coming from a certain captains quarters. He and this particular captain had gone toe to toe more than once over tactics on a mission or for some other probably stupid reason, they definitely weren’t close. In fact she had rejected his advances on multiple occasions. So it definitely was not what he expected to hear her moaning his name with her fingers shoved up her wet cunt. It looks like the door to her quarters coincidentally ended up not closing all the way left slightly ajar. He stops outside his back against the door as he takes a peak, listening to her pathetic mewls.

“Ngh…Damn it…Poe…Please.” She groans as her fingers move rapidly unsuccessfully satiating her needs. Her bottoms around her ankles as she hikes her hips up seeking any release, any at all with her shirt between her teeth slightly distorting her speech. But not enough so that Poe would believe she was calling any other name in distress. As he watched her moving in desperation he felt his own bulge hardening and put his hand over it pressing down. Just as he was leaning on the door trying to get a better view, his droid BB-8 comes rolling up at top speeds knocking into Poe causing him to fall into the room and the door to successfully slide closed behind him. She looks at him. He looks at her. Both red in the face.

“Uh…this isn’t what it looks like?” He says unconvincingly

“Uh-huh… Right I believe you” She says sarcastically as she looks at him unsurprised.

“Look…I Um... I’ll just go...” Poe says as he stands up and makes a mad dash for the door, only to find that it’s stuck. He broke the door. Poe stands for a minute staring at the door, a hundred things in his mind.

“Damn it Dameron. What did you do?” She pulls up her underwear to come see the damage done to the door.

“Wha- I didn’t do anything, it’s the doors fault…” He rubs the back of his neck as he looks at her.

“Oh sure yeah, you’re standing outside my room while I’m…and you just happen to fall in and break my door…likely story” She sasses him as she looks at the door.

“I mean it’s an accurate story…besides what exactly do you expect me to do when I hear my name being called out like that? Just walk away?” He tries to defend himself.

“Yes! I mean…I don’t know!” She throws her hands up in the air before falling back down on her bed in defeat. Poe sits against the stuck door and looks over at her, the wet spot on her underwear, had she been thinking about him like that for a while? The mere thought makes him hard again.

“Well, if we’re stuck in here… we could help each other out…” He says suggestively

“Ugh…of course that’s the first thing you suggest. I’m not dumb Dameron…” She sighs her hands on her face as she thinks about it for a moment.

“Fine, Hands only, nothing else okay?” she says laying down the ground rules for this circumstantial escapade. Poe is quick to agree and his pants are quickly off and on her floor. The two of them sitting on her bed as she straddles his lap. His fingers eagerly reaching for her wet cunt. She lets out a soft moan as she feels his fingers inside her, doing substantially more for her than her own as he slides his fingers expertly in and out of her, rubbing his thumb in circles on her clit as he pulls his cock out from his boxers, tugging on himself a few times as he watches her react to his actions.

“Mph…damn…Kriff…” She groans out in pleasure as he does this. She steadies herself and licks her palm before grabbing his hard cock stroking him in rhythm with his fingers inside her. Her hands moving along his length causes him to grunt at the feeling. How was she so good at this? How are they so good together? He involuntarily bucks his hips into her hand as she strokes him. He wants more…He needed more.

“Damn, Captain. That’s good shit.” He groans and continues to finger her harder, her walls tighten around his fingers. She moans in response, her mind completely blank as she moves her hand along his length running her thumb along his tip feeling the slightly sticky pre-cum run down her thumb.

“Shut up, commander.” She grumbles. As she feels the pressure building up in her lower abdomen. She can’t help but feel slightly annoyed that he could get her this close in minutes what she couldn’t manage in an hour. Her breathing becomes panting as she gets closer to her release, she looks into his dark eyes filled with lust and need. Why is he so damn attractive but so kriffing annoying? Poe chuckles slightly before groaning again as she tugs up on his cock.

“Maker… I’m close.” He says with a growl he thrusts into her hand, sliding another finger into her cunt, drawing another moan from her lips as he does so. Their foreheads touch as they move on each other finally reach their peak, panting as they lean against each other riding out their high. Their eyes meet and in a moment of weakness their lips meet, a sweet soft kiss of passion as their tongues move together in harmony.

“No one else will know what just happened right?” She murmurs against his lips

“My lips are sealed.” He chuckles

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