And Again

suguru’s “are you the strongest because you’re gojo satoru or are you gojo satoru because you’re the strongest?” really hits you when you come to terms with the fact that satoru is nothing but a tool for jujutsu society — even in death. suguru will always be the only one who questioned it, who saw satoru as more than “the strongest sorcerer” because he was his best friend first and foremost :)

Gojo Satoru being so horny he fucked you in every position he can come up with until you are sore and sticky with cum☺️

a/n: 😞😞😞

cw: f! reader, implied breeding kink, manhandling, 18+

gojo coming home from work to his pretty housewife, you— he‘s had a long day and he’s so exhausted, he missed you, he‘s been thinking about you all day. you‘d be in the kitchen before walking to greet him towards the door with a soft smile.

“hi satoru baby, how was wor—”

but he immediately cuts you off, tossing his bag against the floor, bringing you into a deep and needy kiss. you were taken aback— yet returner the kiss, only before gojo lifts you up, making his way towards the bedroom.

you gasped, your legs locking around his waist as he walked— not breaking his lips from yours, he tastes so sweet, you could almost make out a taste of some sweetened drink,

you moaned once his hands trailed towards your ass, giving it a good squeeze, just loving how you were in nothing but a cute nightgown.

no panties underneath either, just how he liked.

“. . . s—satoru,” you gasped, nails digging into his back, as of now he‘s currently in mating press— fucking you deep and deep, his thick cock pounding into you aa your legs just raised up as his weight bounces against you. the bed shakes and shakes and you whimper— feeling him balls deep. “f—fuckfuckfuck.”

“baby— cumming— again,” he huffs out in short hitched breaths, before you feel his hips stutter, gojo pours another thick load into your tight squeezing cunt, gripping all around him so tight,

he moans, his eyebrows furrowing and parting together before he leans in, muffling his moans while softly biting against your neck in attempts to suppress his near whiney moans. “. . . uh—” he grunts, pumping you full of his stringy ropes of seed.

“m' so full, satoru,” you whimpered, wrapping your arms around his neck. gojo smells so good, he‘s just inches deep— feeling his own cum start to trickle and ooze all out,

each time he releases a load, it‘s a lot, it’s so much to where it starts to run down your thighs— yet gojo frowns, making an attempt to fuck his hot sticky seed back into your pussy, the needy pout on his face never leaving. “y—you‘re stuffing m-my pussy, satoru,”

he whines, leaning in to kiss you again— his hips slowed once he came but he started back up again,

barely giving you a moment to prepare yourself before he’s ramming his cock deep between your folds, mouth the opening and a bit of drool leaving the sides of your mouth from the lewd way your tongue was just lolled out.

“i know— but baby, i have to,” he mutters in a shaky voice, despite his pitch being a bit deepened.

his hips just smacked against you, over and over, each load you take was like it was heftier than the last.

“couldn‘t help myself when i came home to you in this pretty nightgown— ass all out just for me,” he huffs, fucking you so deep into the bed that you had to grip onto his arms. “had to fuck you as soon as i came back home— missed my favorite pussy s‘baddddd.”

gojo goes on for hours, and hours, and hours.

just stuffing, pumping you full of his cum, over and over again— it makes his mouth water, salivate—

he just loves the way when he‘s about to give you another load, his hips always pause, and he gets quiet, putting a hand over your mouth while staring at you with a hungry gaze.

“mhm— listen to it, baby,”

he says in a quiet voice, not thrusting anymore yet he‘s filling you full again, balls buried deep to the hilt—

and you grow quiet, your moans stop before you listen to it, hearing gojo‘s cum spurt inside your cunt, it’s so much, the way your pussy squelched as it takes him with open arms— or in this case, open folds.

“you look so cute with your tummy all plump and full for me, a-angel,” he rasps, removing his hand before peppering your face with kisses. “can‘t get enough of bein' inside you— so good. pussy jus’ holdin' me h-hostage . . ”

moan after moan— load after load, you’re so full, you can’t even grasp how much he‘s given you of his seed, by this point you’ve lost count.

so many positions, your pussy was just being flooded by gojo‘s thick cum— just stuffing and stuffing you, you’re so dizzy,

just sprawled out on the bed all pretty, his fat tip kissing and kissing, french kissing even against your g-spot, lip locked it seemed and you whimpered—

his back covered with so many scratch marks by you— it‘s pretty in a way.

he can’t wait to look at it later.

fallen angel is still an angel

satoru is hungry

geto as a teacher at jujutsu high

PUSSYCAT-PRIMADONNA gojo satoru

SUMMARY: gojo visits his local strip club out of boredom. yet it’s his surprise to see the top paying girl is no one other than his pretty best friend, you.

WORD COUNT: 6k omg

CONTENT: f! stripper reader, modern! au, lap dance, dry humping, overstim, brat reader, dumbification, degradation, praise, f! receiving, size kink, impact play, unprotected, manhandling, semi-public, pussywhipped gojo, prone bone, cowgirl, pet names: (baby, princess, angel)

NOTE: old request. this entire fic was inspired from buttons by the pussycat dolls, sadly gojo doesn’t die this time :/ ty @omgeto for beta reading some <3

It was your final shift of the day— one more session and your day would be over, the music throughout the club blared, booming throughout the speakers of the entire place. Some fast paced song played in the background as you glanced at yourself in the mirror— using the very pad of your thumb to rub some of the sheeny polished gloss that resided on your lips.

Dragging your feet across the sleek, smooth porcelain like floor— you started to make your way towards the private room where your customer was waiting. The very back of your heels clanked against the ground over and over, and you enter the room to see the man already waiting.

“Hi. If you can specify how many minutes you’d like—”

And you pause once you look up to see your best friend of years, Gojo Satoru— sat manspread, in nothing but jeans and a tight fitted shirt, staring right at you— he’s just as surprised as you, and he can’t help but let his eyes wander and roam your body, your exotic attire of lingerie, he’s never seen you dress like that.

“Satoru?” You furrowed your eyebrows in utter confusion, he hated strip clubs.

“Hey . . .” Is all he says before he spreads his legs just a bit, and his eye contact remains on you, and that’s when your eyes trail down towards Gojo‘s lap to see it. His hard boner that didn’t fail to make itself visible underneath his jeans.

“What are you doing here?” You spoke after a long awkward silence— eyeing him a near perplexed look, eyebrows slightly parted the more your eyes remained on his.

Gojo leans back, and for some strange reason— it was as if his eyes were stuck on your body, the lingerie you wore, hugged your body in all the right places, you almost forgot, you were quite literally nearly if not practically half-naked in front of your best friend. He leans back against the velvet red cushioned sofa before speaking in a soft yet somewhat of a coy playful tone.

“We’ve been friends for how long, and you never told me you were a stripper.”

“You never asked.” You replied, walking towards him— and he slightly raised his head up to face you exactly, and a smile pressed against his pink glossed lips.

Gojo swiftly shrugs. “Yeah, as if I’m supposed to guess you dance for a living,” and then he rubs a hand back against his neck, his eyes still roamed and his gaze— it was so dirty, the way his stare remained for so many seconds at a time, it was as if time stood still for a moment, his eyes went up and up and up, glancing at your curves, your hips, your entire pretty physique.

“. . . Sooo,” he hums, slowing his words purposely before a near chuckle leaves his lips. “You gonna gimme a lap dance or what?”

You peered at him, your eyes rolled back as you made your way right in front of Gojo— taking a seat right on his lap.

Gojo‘s completely fixated on you the entire time, he’s annoying, haughty half-grin remaining on him as he swiped a tongue against his lips, his eyes gazed right into you as you straddled him abruptly.

“I can’t believe I have to give you out of all people a lap dance.” You grumbled, throwing your arms around his shoulders, a soft sigh leaving your nose as the music started to play in the background— it was slow, a perfect setting and rang across the entire dim-lit room.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Gojo clicks his tongue with a soft laugh, and that’s when he brings his rough big hands towards the sides of your hips before you smack them away and he winces.

You raise your eyebrows as you start to grind against him slowly. “No touching policy, Satoru.”

“You’re so boring. I touched you before.” Gojo replies with a snarky tone.

“Hugging doesn’t count.” You mumble, matching the sheer sarcasm in his voice. Gojo doesn’t reply, and instead he moves his eyes towards your hips, watching you start to move— back and forth against him and a soft grunt leaves his lips, he’s so hard that you could feel it. Feel him poking out from underneath your lacey protected panties.

Gojo leans back, and he grows silent as you give him the lap dance, he studied you the entire time, your movements, it was insanely insatiable in a way, your hips were just nasty— rubbing against his clothed jeans, Gojo‘s stopped talking which is a surprise— he’s keeping his entire focus on you, you’re all into the mood, the music guiding the way you went against him it seemed, somewhat motivating you.

“. . Fuck,” he groans, watching you move yourself back and forth against his thigh— teasingly getting right up close and personal to his face, the sweet saccarhine coated scent of your fragrance drives him dizzy, your smell was purely enticing, soft breath fanning against his neck— and Gojo couldn’t handle how much of a tantalizing little thing you were.

You had your hands propped onto his broad shoulders, swaying against him— and Gojo’s quietly breathing through his nose, your hips were just impossible, you drove him crazy. It was a coincidence, sure, but if Gojo knew you’d be a stripper working here, he’d surely be asking for you everyday.

“You’re being a tease,” he scoffs, growing slightly irritated once he sees you stand up from his lap suddenly, grazing your hands down slowly all over your body, doing an entire perfect figure eight stance with your body— sensually moving to the repetitive constant beats of the music.

“No I’m not,” You hum, maintaining a good sensuous rhythm. Each beat from the sound, your hips matched perfectly— you were completely in sync throughout the entire time it played, sashaying towards him again before smiling. “You wanna touch me, Satoru . . ?”

Gojo nearly starts to pant— and he’s growing more and more impatient. You get on his lap again— this time your back’s facing him and you’re just casually moving yourself up and down against him, nice and slow, he can’t take it— you’re so cruel, he’s just getting harder and harder by the moment.

“You know I wanna touch you,” He repeated, his voice was low, and he sounded frustrated— it was somewhat adorable. Gojo’s eyebrows were furrowed together, and his face grew a bit flustered throughout you grinding yourself against him over and over again. “Brat.”

You smile to yourself, bringing Gojo’s hands up to your hips— and he stares down, watching you guide his rough hands to squeeze against your waist, feeling against the sheer thin straps of your lingerie set. The room was dim— the purple fluorescent lights shined just barely, it was a bit dark in the private room— Gojo could only just about make out your pretty face and that cute smug grin compressing against your glossed lips.

Moments later— the ten minutes were up, and much to Gojo’s disappointment, just as you were about to get off his lap, he held your hips in place before huffing out a needy, “. . Waittt.”

“Ten minutes are ov—.” and that’s when you pause right mid speech, feeling the very hard tent underneath his pants poke right beneath your panties.

You’re still sitting on Gojo’s lap and then he grunts. “. . . Can’t . . . leave me with this damn boner, princess. You got me all hot and bothered after dancing all over me like that.”

“You’re dramatic,” You rolled your eyes, still straddling his lap before staring directly at him, and Gojo returned the look, his hair was slightly messy, ruffled and he looked heavily attractive, even while primarily dressed down. “What do you want then, a kiss?”

“More than that,” Gojo murmurs in a near low voice, and you gasp— feeling his fingers brush against the thin straps of your attire, it pops against your skin lightly before he brings you towards him, and his lips are just against yours. “I want you.”

You hum, inches apart from kissing him before smiling. “Kiss me then, Satoru.”

Gojo couldn’t wait as soon as you said that, he pulled you into a deep and needy kiss— you remained idly sat propped up on his lap, teasingly starting to grind yourself against him as your lips pressed against his. He grunts in your mouth from that, and you nearly moaned, feeling his rough hands roam quite everywhere around your body— feeling and tugging on your straps, desperate to just rip it off your body already. Gojo tasted sweet, you could taste some tangy light liquor on his tongue yet you couldn’t really make out the flavor— it was rich, savory and definitely candied.

You brought your hands onto both sides of his face, stroking his cheek as you kept straddling him— swaying your hips back and forth against his brick hard boner that tuck underneath his jeans and he was about to lose it— you heard his breath get caught in his throat before he squeezes your ass with one hand. You whine, and that’s when Gojo lifts you up.

“S- Satoru,” you moaned, and you sat back against the fat cushioned sofa— he’s staring at you and he was panting, his pink sheeny lips now practically covered and coated with your sweetened lip gloss. He licks his lips swiftly and slowly, and that simple tiny gesture had no reason being that attractive.

“What time do you close?” He huffs out, standing over you— blue eyes focused on your sprawled out body the entire time.

You catch your breath slightly, sliding your inched stilettos off before replying in a soft-spoken voice, rubbing your lips together. “Um . . in about half an hour, why . . ?”

Yet— his answer to your question was with simply his tongue. Face shoved right between your pretty plush legs.

Gojo starts off slow as you’re laid down on your back, softly planting a plethora of kisses, wet kisses near the very inner part of your thighs, he’s making his way up— and he teasingly bites down on the cute g-strip you wore, his teeth tugging on it before pulling back and it lightly smacks against your skin and you whimper, staring down at him.

That’s when he starts to softly drag his tongue up and up until it reaches towards the middle part of your panties, Gojo stares at it before giving the soft fabric part a kiss— and he feels you throb and it brings a pompous grin on his lips, only to swipe his tongue against your panties to taste your already slightly drenched clit that hid underneath the clothed undergarment.

“. . . F-Fuckkk,” you gasped, your nerves practically getting the best of you. It was even worse once you felt Gojo blow against your pussy, easily moving your panties to the side before dragging a thumb down your dampened folds, hearing how pre-soaked you already were, and he hums to himself. The sensation tickled, yet it made you pulsate— yearning for more throughout each second that went by.

You swallowed— staring up at the drywall, feeling your best friend’s tongue just graze and drag against your sheer sweet skin. You bite down on your lip once he finally brings his tongue towards your folds, making a tantalizing slow stripe lick and you get shivers.

“Do you—” You nervously giggle, panting as you look down at him, and he looks up at you once you speak, pausing his motions. “Do you even know how to eat pussy, S-Satoru..?”

He glares at you, and it’s cute— yet it’s not cute anymore once he brings a spank towards your cunt and you whimper, despite that, that simple gesture turning you on a lot more than it should have.

“Shut up and spread your legs.” He mutters.

“. . . ”

You remained quiet and he lays his tongue flat down against your cunt, dragging it slowly up against you, and you shake a bit, shivering as if the room suddenly got cold— Gojo couldn’t wait, he broke away for a brief moment before gathering a good amount of spit, and you feel him spit right on your pussy— rubbing a thumb to smear and coat the glistening wad of his own saliva against your folds before digging straight in.

Gojo was so sloppy with his tongue, absolutely filthy. He’s trailing his tongue slowly and sensually against your nub— circles, shapes, letters, an entire multitude of things.

The kisses he made turned into straight sucking at one point and it wasn’t long before your head slumped back against the velvet cushioned sofa, your legs were practically shaking by now— quavering and trembling within his firm hands gripping down on your thighs.

“Sa—toru,” you’d pant out in short staggering breaths, he’s focusing towards your clit— his eyes were closed, pretty lashes fluttering every so often as he was deep between your thighs, continuing to stimulate you. The music playing in the background was loud and insanely raucous, some slow jam playing, it rang throughout the dim dark private room. You let off a loud abrupt whimper, feeling Gojo’s tongue brush against the very opening of your clitoral hood and he hums, bringing a sweet nibble to it and you grip hard onto his hair.

“Mhm,” he hums— making sure to create pressure all against your pussy with his tongue, he’s slow but incredibly sloppy, it doesn’t take long at all before your slick is happily coating Gojo’s chin. The noises he made— all from his mouth, it was so lewd, his pink lips were dampened with his own spit along with your own sweet taste covering his mouth, he couldn’t get enough.

Gojo was definitely pussydrunk by now— your taste . . just so glacé, his tongue ran and dragged against your folds, you couldn’t stop squirming— coming to the realization your best friend of years was face first shoved between your legs, eating you out the starved man that he was.

He was just sloppy too, he raises his head just a bit to lick his lips— pursing his pink dampened lips together before watching his own saliva trick down towards your cunt, you whimper once you felt him drag two fingers down your folds, maneuvering miniature rotating circles against you— and you bite down on your lips, head going back and you were coming close, if anything you thought Gojo would be a virgin— he ate your pussy as if it was the only edible thing in existence.

Gojo has your legs raised up, and you‘re just laid flat on your back, he’s so greedy, his tongue just laps and laps against your folds, hungrily sucking against your nub to elicit that sweet cry from your throat, and it’s almost as if he knows you’re getting close— because that’s when he starts to grow a bit more rapid.

“F-Fuck, S—Satoru— gonna make me cum—” You babble, your voice was falling on deaf ears, your thighs shook and shook, joggling pathetically within his mean grip against your legs, you stare down at him and Gojo’s returning a glance—

. . a smug grin on his face, pretty lashes half-lidded as you watched him move his face from left-to-right at such a pace, his tongue roamed everywhere— it met every crevice, not missing any spot inside of your pussy. Gojo ate you out as if he was waiting his entire life for this moment.

“Oh my g—goddd— fuckkkk,” you whimpered, hitting the back of your head lightly against the fat velutinous sofa over and over again on repeat. Your legs felt like they were about to give up, Gojo’s tongue was insanely filled with pure lewdity and lunacy. He can’t help but spit down your slit each time, getting hard from the way it runs down your folds only to spank your pussy a few times to watch you whimper— chewing down on your lip as if it was candy. “I’m gonna cum— fuck..”

He doesn’t falter, his tongue still being occupied, you’re a complete mess— he’s digging in fingertips into your no brand named fishnets, your wetness completely coating the very bottom of his chiseled chin. Gojo grunts and that’s when you came— letting off the most whiniest shrill of an orgasm known. It has you panting— and he’s still eating you out after the fact, he was impossible.

“S-Satoru— okayyy . . okay—” you whined, your lip quivering, falling into such a sensitive state, your legs were just straight jello, benumbed as you felt the overstim wash over you, dragging you into such a crescendo.

You literally have to pry Gojo’s face out from between your legs— he’d probably eat you out for hours, he was so starved. As you hold his face up, Gojo slowly looks up at you with a coy smile, sliding his tongue swiftly against his lips to lick the sweetness of your own slick on his mouth. His eyelids were low— he was so drunk from tasting you and he only wanted more by the second.

“You moan really loud y‘know,” he snickers, leaning up close to you— and he pressed his body between your legs, bringing rough hands towards your thighs to make it wrap around his waist before he grins— watching you just lay dumbly all sprawled out against the sofa, still trying to catch your breath in short, quavering, breathy pants. “And you say you’re not allowed to fuck on the job.”

“. . . Shut up,” You swallowed, your body still rattled from your strong intense release— and that’s when Gojo leans close to you, and he’s got such intense eye contact, he brings a thumb up to the side of your lips— feeling the glossiness of your lip gloss against it, smearing it down with a swift motion before he brings you into a sultry kiss.

You moaned in his mouth, your head raising upwards a bit as his body started to grind against you, suddenly you felt hot, sizzling even from him being pressed against you— Gojo’s lips remained against yours, and he’s handsy a bit, you feel his hands trail down towards the straps of your lingerie, feeling the crumbled up dollar bills stick out from between them— and you feel a smile press against his lips, you could taste yourself on his tongue. It was so sloppy. Gojo was sloppy and he wasn’t ashamed.

You whine once he pulls away to drag you towards him, and he lays flat down on the sofa— and he pants for a moment before giving you a smug complacent grin, manspreading and he taps his lap with his palm, signaling your to come towards him. “Wanna ride me? I know you do, angel.”

“. . . ”

You don’t reply and he just chuckles, watching you get on his lap— unbuckling his dark black jeans, pulling it down with ease, and your eyes go straight towards his bulge, his boxers he wore was a bright cerulean blue color, and he was a packer for sure, there wasn’t a doubt about it. It was enough to make you lick your lips, just imagining how big your best friend was. It made your head just cloud up with such fog and want— need even.

“Stop talking, Satoru,” You grumbled— and he smiles, watching you pull down his briefs, springing out his length, and he was huge. Your eyes broadened for a bit as you stared at it. Gojo had a girth to him, he was well trimmed chiefly, a pretty pinkish-red tip at the top, and he was already leaning— he had a slight curve to him, and he was so tall and lanky — his dick just pressed against his tummy. You always suspected he’d be big, but nothing like this.

“I’ll stop talking when you put your hips to use, stripper,” he coyly grins— and you shoot him a glare, watching a breathy laugh leave his condensing lips. “I’m teasing. Although, I still can’t believe you hid this from me. You could have given me a lap dance this entire time without me paying, hmpf.”

You huffed out a vexed sigh— and he chortles, watching you with curious peculiar eyes, and he stares at the way your hand wraps around his length— you’re hovering over him, your g-string of your pretty lingerie set just moved aside by Gojo, and that’s when you start to sink down slowly.

The music throughout the private room bounced against the walls— each three minutes a new song would play on shuffle, the room was dim— you could barely make out Gojo’s face, just that annoying smug grin and those blue eyes that never left your pretty face.

“F-Fuck,” you sibilated through your teeth, lowering yourself down on his cock. He stretched you out so good it hasn’t even been a few seconds— Gojo grunts, watching your hips stutter a bit, the crown of his cock throbbing into you, and your eyebrows furrow just a bit— a tiny moan leaves past your lips, and his girth only added more pleasure towards your sweet needy entrance. “Why are you so— . . f-fucking big, Satoru.”

“Don’t ask dumb questions, princess,” he hums, bringing a hand towards your ass— taking one of the remaining twenty dollar bills that was stuffed between your straps, rubbing it against your skin. His voice was a low raspy— yet a mixture of playfulness at the same time.

You intake a sudden sharp breath— and he’s halfway in yet it feels like he’s balls deep, your mind is just racing, Gojo’s length was just simply enticing, salacious— incredibly dirty. You moaned, as he held onto your hips with a firm grip, giving you a flashy half-assed smile, before a hand reached down towards your ass to spank it. “Move, baby.”

Not even at a pace yet and you felt like you were gonna cream down his shaft— it was embarrassing, he was all the way in now and you started to move, attempting a somewhat decent rhythm with your waist— rolling and sloppily lurching your hips against him—

and he finds it cute, he’s studying your facial expressions as if he was studying some sort of college course— you’re just trying to maneuver your hips, adjusting to his size but god was he just extending out inside of your cunt as if it was just nothing.

“Uh— fuckkk,” he grunts lowly, a slight groan leaving his throat, you start to sway your hips, biting down on your lip— your bottom lip that was glossed and covered with your lip gloss, your hips started up a pace, leaning back, and as you stared at Gojo, you could see his ripped jacked abs pierce through his shirt— it was just purely mouthwatering. Gojo’s entire body was flavorsome. “Ride me just like that, good— good girl.”

You lean forward just a bit— and his hands roam and roam, up and down your waist, you whined, his touch was so sweet yet a sting of roughness— feeling you up throughout each second he got, tracing down your curves with his fingertips— he lets off a low sigh, feeling the head of his dick kiss against your sensitive pulsating nub that was stuffed between your folds.

You’re in the right perfect angle and you can’t stop moaning, your sweet babbles was so cute to him, to think you were being a bit of a brat earlier and now you’re starting to turn into a complete mess all because of his hefty size— churning up your insides, and then Gojo grunts. “Touch yourself while you ride me, pretty girl.”

“O—Okay…” You stammered, continuing to rock your hips against him, and you bring your hands towards the near straps of your set that was just barely about to fall off your skin, you were practically without any clothes on— and he brings a hand towards your chin before speaking in a sly tone.

“You’ve always been so bad with keeping eye contact, but I want you to keep those pretty eyes on me, Y/N.” He mutters, stroking your chin with his thumb.

Your move your eyes towards Gojo and he has a smirk pressing against you pink sheeny lips, growing flustered with the way your hips rutted against him time after time—

He was stuffing you full of his thick inches, you feel like you’re floating, in a more lewd filthy way. He watches you with superlicious haughty eyes, watching you continue to feel all over yourself— your hands sliding down your body, rocking your hips back against him and you bite down on your lip again— his dick just stretching your pussy out, he groans, feeling you just clamp and clamp down on him.

“No touching policy but you’re fucking your customer,” Gojo sneers— his rough hands slide up and down your body, attempting to guide your hip movements, thwacking the thin striped straps repeatedly against your skin as you tried to compress your sweet moans. Your earrings that hung that your lobes just dangled and dangled, as you gave him a glare. “I’m starting to think you like me more than just a friend.

“…Shut up Satoru,” you moaned, feeling the very crown of his cock continuously prod against your sweetened savory spots— your eyes just flicker and roll, you’re growing dumber and dumber by the second— it was like Gojo’s dick had you addicted, the walls were quite thin and you tried to be quiet but with his size rearranging your insides— you weren’t sure if that was possible. “F-Fuck I’m gonna c—cummm.”

Gojo grunts, feeling your hips swivel and buck, all against his lap— the stretch had you completely starstruck. Each second he’d get he’d smack your ass again and again, squeezing it, caressing it—

it made him hard, each spank you whined from the slim sting, you’re wanting more— and you place your hands on Gojo’s shoulders, and he stares at you with a weary smile pressing against his glistening lips. “Already angel? You sure do cum pretty quickly, hehe.”

He was so annoying— you wanted to smack him, but you couldn’t really do that with being stuffed full of his dick— he had the smuggest grin on his face, watching the way your pleasurable expression forms into a slight scowl— your hips move and rotate before you end up cumming anyway. Your hips twitch, and your lips slightly part as the ache between your legs took action.

You felt warm as you creamed all down his shaft— your nerves were just going crazy, you’re spasming and babbling, abruptly leaning into Gojo’s neck, whimpering sweet mumbles of “O—Oh my fucking g—goddd.”’s.

“. . . So sensitive,” he purrs, holding you close to him, sliding a hand down your back— peeling off your lingerie, and you hear a soft laugh leave his lips as you’re still trembling, your orgasm hit you like a truck— it was that good that you had to take a second to breathe and recollect your thoughts. “There there. I’d be like this if I rode myself too, heheh.”

“…..”

You really wanted to smack him, you really did.

“Hm, how about you lay down on your chest, princess. I wanna admire you from the back.” Gojo says, a cheeky grin going against his mouth, slight dimples poking near the sides of his pink lips.

You did, pressing your cheek against the fat velvet matched pillow— the satin of the fabric collides against your skin and you intake a breath the moment you feel Gojo squeeze your ass, a tiny grunt slides past his lips once he rubs his tip against your folds, he grows quiet for a moment— watching your slick coat the head of his length and he groans.

“Oh damn, my best friend’s got such a sloppy pussy,” and you moaned, he was teasing you— each second he spent talking, he could have been fucking you—

but no, Gojo Satoru loved to fuck with you, he always have, straight blabber mouth.

He just wouldn’t stop talking.

“Fuck me already.” You stammered— a whiney voice coming out of your throat, his cologne was so loud it made you nearly dizzy— you were in such a dumb position, flat on your chest with Gojo behind you, staring at the way you cutely and patiently waited for him to just go inside again— but here he was, wasting time.

“Are strippers usually this hostile towards their customers?” He gasps, entirely dramatic— before he chuckles straight afterwards, and he’s just playing with your entrance, his very tip just prods against your slit and you kiss your teeth, mashing your lips together and an annoyed sigh leaves your mouth. “Ask me nice, pretty girl. Then I’ll give ya what you want,” and then he pauses before humming. “Ooh. Better yet, tell me pretty please. Yeah.”

“. . . Fucking—” You grumbled, and he brings a hand up towards your arms, pinning them behind your back to wait for your response— just a single thrust and you’d be fucked. He was so close, just a single inch and he’d be all inside you all over again. “Pretty— pretty please, Satoru.”

He lowers his voice a bit. “Pretty please, what?”

“… Pretty please … fuck me. I want you.”

“Oh, I want you too. I always have,” he smiles, and his voice just drops and drops with each moment he speaks, you could hear the slight bass in his tone, it was unintentionally sexy— just that alone made your pathetic cunt throb. “Good girl. I’ll take care of you, just arch your back a little for me and try not to be so loud. Wouldn’t want your co-workers to hear their top paid stripper being so slutty in this private room, now would they?”

You whimpered— feeling him finally start to go inside of you, inch after inch it makes your mouth water before you reply with a, “I don’t care if they hear me, S-Satoru.”

“Huhhh. Dumb girl, you’re not supposed to say that.” He rolls his eyes— before he presents you with a single thrust, gripping your hips and you moan— he’s finally fucking you again, Gojo groans, pressing his weight against your ass but he starts slow, tantalizingly slow to make a pout form on your lips— his strokes go slow at first, and he makes you feel it, really feel him—

Gojo’s stretching your pussy out profusely, he bites down on his lip, keeping his eyes on your back that arches just a bit, brushing his thumb against your hands— the bracelets that wrapped around your wrists as he had you in his grip— arms just pinned back.

His hips are slow and steady, you’re feeling every hit against you— within seconds later, another song plays on the near broken speaker that was above the two of you, boomed loudly, singing throughout the dim red-lit private room, your lingerie peeled off your body, just barely hanging on.

“Satoruuu— you . . fuck like a old man, god—” You whined, poking fun at his slow thrusts.

“. . Hey,” he smacks his lips— and that’s when you gasp, feeling his hips ram into you at once, taking you by surprise, and he’s pounding into you now, watching your head slightly raise up before he leans in to push your head into the pillow. “We both know that’s not true. I wanted to be gentle, princess. Seeing how you could barely adjust to my size when you rode me a f—”

“Fuck me and shut up.” You grumbled, his thrusts slamming into you sloppily now, you’re just starting to hit against the sofa repeatedly, bounce after bounce.

“Fuck me and shut up, Satoru,” he mocks, pitching his tone to your liking— and you whined, feeling his sheer hips pivot, dipping right into you, his cock, the girth of it is just bullying you at this point, it’s so mouthwatering, he’s got your mind spinning in circles at this point.

“That’s what I’m doing, silly. If I go any harder I’m gonna break you— not saying I wouldn’t love to see that.” He grins.

Your eyes were so stupid, making fun of you as they just rolled and rolled, Gojo‘s mean sloppy strokes were just nasty— his weight that hovered over you had you babbling complete gibberish, straight up nonsense. You’re practically being fucked into the sofa— and he grins, seeing you fail to keep a back arch, just laid flat into the cushions— whimpering and then he groans— his hips snapping into you now.

“Mhm— gonna cum, princess—” he huffs out in a short breath, white strands of hair hanging down over his face, occluding his vision by the second, he’s balls deep, smacking back against your ass with his pelvis to where you’re so loud— at this point you didn’t care who heard, your mascara started to mess up— sticking towards your lashes and you’re just completely stupefied by Gojo’s shaft thrusting in and out— driving into your soaked clenching pussy at full speed, you got goosebumps. If you knew your best friend could fuck this good, maybe you’d fuck him a long time ago.

“Where d—”

“Inside, S-Satoru…” You cut him off, immediately stuttering out, being hammered into the settee.

He hums, an overweening grin on his lips, you just wanted him to fill you— you didn’t care, just a dumb cock-drunken mess, whimpering his name over and over as if it was some mantra— it was quite a sight to see.

“Ooh. To the brim, yeah?” He pants, his hips were so mean— his thrusts, you’re throbbing, feeling that same pool of heat rise up within you and you nod your head yet Gojo leans up close to you, a hand softly going around your throat, as he’s maintaining his sultry strokes. “Words, baby. Use them.”

You choke out a soft, “c—cum in me, Satoru..”

He slides a free hand down your back, brushing his fingers against your skin— and he groans, his cock kissing against that dearest sweet spot that’s got you so feral, spitting out such whiny whimpers, encouraging him—before he shoots a load into your cunt, it feels wavelike for Gojo almost, contracting and throbbing everywhere—

his warm sticky seed just fills you up, and when Gojo cums, it’s a lot— he grows quiet again, slowing his hips down to make you listen with him, and he whines out a low and rapsy, “oh f-fuckkk..”

He feels warm all over— watching your pussy get stuffed full, he licks his lips, taking his length out, hearing the pop noise occur again once he’s out of you, gifting you with such velvety ropes of his own. Gojo stares dumbfoundedly, sweat trickles down the sides of his forehead— and he’s slowly panting, abs clenching and as he pulls out, he watches his own cum start to spill out.

“Oops. Looks like I flooded your pussy, angel.” He breaks the abrupt silence, flipping you over to face him, and he’s got a smug grin— despite being fucked dumb himself, he was pussydrunk most definitely, a wave of relief washes over him once he came, and he swallows, taking a moment to gather his thoughts.

“Y-You’re buying me new lingerie, Satoru.” You huffed out, sprawling your legs out a bit, your thighs were such a mess— you couldn’t lie, you wanted more.

Gojo runs a hand through his hair and watches him make himself decent— sliding his briefs back in before shrugging. “Yeah, I guess,” and then his body language changes for a moment as he stares at you, picking up your phone, and your eyes widen. “I love y—”

“. . . Hold on,” you muttered before sighing, sitting up from the sofa. “I totally forgot. Someone requested a session after you.”

He clears his throat, pretending he didn’t say what he was about to say. “Oh ummm.. who?”

You turn your phone towards Gojo with a dull expression, pressing your glossed lips together as the bright screen shined in his face— on the device, it was a man that seemed around the same age as Gojo— long dark black hair and a smug grin. “I don‘t know . . do you know him? Says his name is Suguru Geto.”

Kinktober Day 12: Lactation & Mommy Kink

Word count: 1800 Tags: smut, levi x reader, adult breastfeeding, mommy kink, fem!reader

Some wanted this to include the mommy kink, some did not. For those who prefer without the mommy kink, you can access a lactation-only version here.

Remember! Levi hates art theft.

With six uninterrupted hours of sleep, it made for the longest stretch of time you had gone without breastfeeding. As such, your body’s rhythm had been completely thrown off. Your chest had become swollen with produced milk that it could not release. Tonight, it was not your baby that woke you up and kept you up, it was your own stubborn body.

This pain that you had never felt before was too much to sleep with. There was nothing you wanted more than to get some rest, however, as long as you were blocked, you knew that would not be possible. Right hand tried and failed to alleviate the pressure, quickly telling you, you would not get through this alone. 

Raising a newborn left you both exhausted beyond belief. The moon and the stars were your only light, outlining your husband in a light blue glow. He was the most adorable when he was sleeping: snoring, sighing, turning, dreaming. With him an insomniac, he always went to bed after you and woke up before you. Not only did it leave you with few chances to witness his sleep, it left him with few hours to sleep at all. You felt bad for even thinking to wake him up, but worse was the idea of this agony lasting one more second.

Once your mind was made up, acting on it was not hard. Weak hand flopped on Levi’s back, a few fingers clutched his shoulder blade and shook, “Levi? Levi, honey…”

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Me at dawn after reading Levi smut all night

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SMAU - YOUR KID GETS HOLD OF YOUR PHONE...

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includes - Suguru Geto, Satoru Gojo, Choso Kamo, Kento Nanami, Toji Fushiguro, Ino Takuma, Higuruma Hiromi, Ryomen Sukuna

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