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"What is Y/n for you?"
Characters: Gojo, Nanami, Itadori, Megumi, Inumaki, Choso, Suguru and Sukuna.
Fem!Reader
Masterlist JJK
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GOJO
"Well, She's so beautiful and smells good, and she's also the hottest woman I've ever seen and-"
"You're so shallow!"
"I was about to talk about her personality, wow!"
"Then?"
"She is very intelligent and strong too, she is the person who has always put up with me, I love this girl .
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NANAMI
"A person I would always like to have in my life."
"Just that?"
"Do you think she would like more?”
"Well, she'll see about it then..."
"Right, between saving her or Gojo, I would save her without thinking twice."
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ITADORI
"Oh she's so amazing and always takes care of me even though I annoy her sometimes and... Wait, is she going to see that?"
"Probably."
"Hi Y/n, I love you so much, thank you for taking care of me.
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MEGUMI
"I do not know what to say"
"Anything that comes to mind when you think about her."
"Well I would say... My best friend."
"Are you shy?"
"No-"
"HEY I WAS GOING TO SAY SHE WAS MY BEST FRIEND BUT I FORGOT!
"Get out of here Itadori, it’s not your turn!”
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INUMAKI
"Well, I don't know how we're going to do this but... Do you like her?"
"Salmon."
"Right...Is she very special to you or-"
"Salmon, salmon!"
"Right...I should have brought you a pen and paper."
He loves her, you can be sure of that.
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CHOSO
"I would give my blood for her."
"Okay, that's a good thing, right?"
"Are you kidding me?"
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SUGURU
"She's my partner in crime... Not this crime you're thinking like."
"What?"
"She would never do that I just... Fuck you got it ."
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SUKUNA
"My favorite meal."
"What the fuck-"
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LIGHTS, CAMERA, ACTION! w/Jujutsu Kaisen
More: Twitter links with the JJk men, repost bc it was taken down :(
Featuring: Ryomen Sukuna, Toji Fushiguro, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Choso Kamo
☾ Ryomen Sukuna
‘S too big for you
Fuckin’ the life outta you
He loves pounding into you
That one time you almost said your safe word
☾ Toji Fushiguro
Stretching you out
He wants another kid
He’s just so much bigger than you
You trying your hardest to fit him
Follow up with : he’s so proud when ur finally able to take all of him
☾ Gojo Satoru
Cumming deep in you
Fucking the housemaid every time he comes home from college
Gojo & Geto competing who can fuck you the hardest
Sucking the life out of his pretty cock
☾ Geto Suguru
Fucking your brains out with Gojo
He loves watching his come drip out of you
Him fucking Gojos housemaid whenever he visits
You always take his rough throat fucking ‘cus you’re his good girl
☾ Choso Kamo
Sucking your tits while you ride him
Morning cuddles w/ him
He’s so weak for pussy jobs
Overstimulating him to the point of tears
Gege needs to understand that he's depriving his fans of Maslow's hierarchy of needs
teacher’s aide (levi ackerman)
warnings: m!masturbation, voyerism, alcohol, smoking, age gap (15 years), me pushing my smitten!levi agenda
levi ackerman was an esteemed and recognised sociology professor. stern, strict and to the point in all of his lectures. most of his classes kept quiet, trying to take notes while he talked fast and went through powerpoint slides like it was the morning paper.
you had been working hard for that teacher’s aide position for two years, when you finally got the acceptance email. it was no secret on campus that professor ackerman’s assistants worked closely to him and got accepted in prestigious firms right after college, with his recommendation of course.
it was also no secret that professor ackerman was incredibly good-looking. his veiny arms and broad shoulders made up for his short height and the way his raven hair fell over his rectangular seeing glasses was so…
“y/n.” his stern voice shook you out of your thoughts. crap. the whole auditorium was staring at you. “the papers.” was all he said before going back to his laptop. you looked down at your hands, realising you were holding the class’s tests for more than you should. you cleared your throat and went through the auditorium, leaving a stack of papers in front of each student. as you walked down, your eye caught his.
levi noticed everything. he noticed how today you were wearing lipgloss instead of your usual lipstick, he noticed the rip in your tights that went down the back of your leg, your new platform loafers and the beads of sweat on your forehead. levi ackerman was not the kind of man that would catch feelings for a student, but you were so…good.
yes, at first he thought you were very attractive, and maybe that’s why he always rejected your aide application. but he also got to know you better every time you replied to one of his questions. you were the only student brave enough to raise their hand, and he appreciated that. sooner than later, you stayed back every day after class to clean up the mess of loose papers and pens, and before he knew it he was smitten.
maybe it was the way you brushed against him to clean the board and shut the projector, a timid apology escaping your lips, or the way you weren’t afraid to challenge him in a theoretical conversation about archaic philosophy during class.
or maybe…shit, how long have i been staring? levi looked away and cleared his throat when he noticed you trying to contain your smile.
class was over and you were going through your usual routine, marking left over questionnaires from the last lecture as he went through tomorrow’s one.
“sir, i’m wondering about…” you rolled your chair across the auditorium’s stage, holding onto his desk to stop the chair, “this one.” you pointed at a question on the paper.
levi was not one to lose his temper, but he was finding it very hard to contain himself when your knee was touching his and your perfume could reach his brain through his nose.
“well, this-this one…” he trailed off, watched you push your hair off your neck, leaving the bare skin on sight for him. god, he could eat you right then and there.
levi had never been more thankful for his phone to ring in his life. the vice dean’s name flashed on the screen, and you leaned back to allow him to get the device.
“i have to go…meeting…come by my office tonight, okay?” he scrambled to get his things and ran off, leaving you in the empty auditorium.
you let your head fall on your pillow, groaning with despair. he hates me. he can’t even talk to me.
you had seen him earlier with petra, his old t.a who graduated last year. he was laughing, for fuck’s sake. he was laughing and buying her coffee in the campus coffee house, and they were sitting over a book and…
“ugh! what is she even doing here?” you threw your pillow on the floor, but it hit you back in the face.
“oh my god, shut up!” your roommate kept hitting you with the pillow, until you grabbed it. “enough, y/n, please.”
“mikasa, do you think they’re dating?” you sat up on the bed, looking at the girl across you. “be honest, i can take it.”
“i think you’re sick. there’s something seriously wrong with you.” she scrunched her nose up in disgust.
“he’s so…”
“old.”
“mature.”
“he’s mature because he’s old.” your roommate kindly reminded you of your age difference. “get over him, please. even if he liked you, he’s your teacher. i doubt he would put his job in danger.”
your eyes lit up, an excited smile covering your earlier gloom.
“you think he likes me?”
“that’s not what i said. where are you going?”
you only grinned before grabbing your bag and barging out of the dorm room. your shoes squeezed against the polished floors as you made your way to the teachers’ wing, and to the third door to your left, your favourite wooden door in the world.
with a sigh, you lifted your fist to knock, but something made you freeze. you looked around to make sure no one was in the corridor, before pushing your ear against the door.
shit, shit, shit, shit
he was moaning. fucking moaning, in his office, when he had specifically told you to visit him. you thought of the possibility of him having a girl in there, even petra, but no one else could be heard. everything right in your head was telling you to turn around and leave, but your hand was on the doorknob, and you were slowly twisting it.
just one look. one look and i’ll-
your eyes grew wide at the sight. a half empty bottle of bourbon sat next to an empty glass, a cigarette was slowly burning on the ashtray, the first two buttons of his white shirt were undone. god, you could clearly see his nipples through the fabric. the desk obscured your vision, but you could see his hand moving up and down, up and down, up-
“fu-fuuuck.” his voice strained, his head fell back and you were wet a creep.
you turned around and leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath. looking at your reflection on your phone, you made sure pervert wasn’t written across your forehead, and turned back around.
two soft knocks on the door. levi fixed his hair quickly, buttoned his shirt and put the cigarette out.
“come in.” you entered the room and he looked at you like a deer caught in the headlights.
“long day?” you pointed at the bottle, smiling softly. he chuckled and motioned for you to sit down. “i can come back some other…” you trailed off when he took another glass out, filling it halfway and pushing it towards you.
you fidgeted with a ring on your finger, unsure of what to do.
“i shouldn’t…”
“i won’t tell if you won’t.” he filled his own glass and raised it to you, before taking a sip. you smiled softly, taking a sip of the drink. it burned coming down, just like his gray stare on you did.
“i have the tests marked. that question i was wondering about earlier,” you took the stack of papers out of your bag, leaving them in front of the man.
“yeah, i looked it up. it’s actually-”
“i figured it out.” you cut him off. he raised an eyebrow and put his glasses on, looking down at the marked paper, and the right answer which you had wrote down in red ink.
“you did.” he agreed and looked at you through strands of his raven hair. “good girl.”
you froze. you could feel your whole face turning an ugly shade of red. a million disgusting thoughts ran through your head as he walked around the desk to sit on the chair across from yours. his muscles flexed as he reached over the desk to get the ashtray and his drink. you took a big sip of the drink, trying to convince yourself the sexual tension was just in your head.
fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck.
“what?” he shook you out of your thoughts. he knew you were staring at him.
“nothing. i’ve never seen you like this.” you admitted, still sipping your drink.
“like what?”
like you don’t have a stick up your ass.
“relaxed.” you opted for the nice comment.
“i’m far from relaxed, trust me.” you watched as he placed a cigarette between his wet lips, lighting it with a white lighter.
“those are bad luck.” you took the lighter in your hand, fidgeting with it.
“huh. maybe that’s why my life’s shit.” he chuckled, taking a drag of the cigarette.
“come on…” your eyes fell on a book on his desk.
masculine domination, pierre bourdieu. you grinned, taking it in your hands to inspect the front page.
“take it. it’s for my doctorate students, but i think you-”
“i’ve read it.” you closed it and put it back on the pile.
“of course you have. you’re a smart girl, you know?”
he was praising you. and he was filling your glass again. when did you even finish the first?
“are you trying to get me drunk, sir?”
“i think you’re capable of controlling yourself.”
“don’t be so sure.” you mumbled, staring at your feet.
“what was that?”
“nothing!” you shook it off with a smile, but he had heard you just fine.
god, you wanted him so bad. as the hours went by, and the bottle came to its’ end, you became more and more impatient. you were scared of what you would do honestly, if one more drop of alcohol entered your system. but, were you crazy to think he wanted this too? why would he pour you a drink, and ask you all these questions, and make you laugh with stupid jokes if he-
“what are you thinking about?” he shook you out of your thoughts. you showed him the clock on the wall.
“that i should get going. some teacher thought it would be a good idea to have an 8 am class.” you grinned. you reached your hand out to return him his lighter, but you dropped it instead.
“that’s one lousy teacher.” he chuckled, kneeling on the floor to get the lighter. you waited for him to get up, so you could too, but he wouldn’t move. still kneeling, he came closer to you, his hands hesitantly moving to rest on the sides of your thighs.
internally, you were screaming. but not a single breath came out of your mouth as you watched him. he sighed and finally locked eyes with you.
“i’m not crazy, am i?”
“wh-what?” your voice came out as a whisper. pathetic.
“to think there’s something, right? here. there’s something here and i-”
“sir-”
“don’t.” he squeezed your thighs and you swore your heart would jump out your chest sooner or later. he straightened his back and got up, pulling you with him. “don’t call me sir.”
you let him seat you on top of his desk, you let him spread your legs and stand between them. he pushed your hair behind your ear and inched closer. his breath against your neck made you shiver, and a soft kiss forced a small gasp out of your mouth.
your hands trembled as you placed them around his neck, and his breath staggered when you played with the strands of hair that fell on his undercut.
“please kiss me.” he swore his knees would give when he heard your voice, so soft, so sweet. you were as needy for him as he was for you.
his strong hands met your face, his silver ring cooled your burning cheek. you closed your eyes, and his lips finally met yours. it was careful at first, both of you scared the other would change their mind. but all it took was you pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt, and he lost his mind. his hands slipped down to your waist and you arched your back to get closer to him, if that was even possible. your mouth trailed to his jaw, leaving sloppy kisses all the way down his neck. a playful bite made him gasp. you chuckled.
“stop. you’ll drive me crazy.” he squeezed your hip.
“good.” you grinned and leaned in to kiss him again, but his hand in your hair held you back.
“you have to go…” he managed between soft kisses down your chest, at least as far as your shirt allowed, “or i won’t be able to stop.” he held your hands, and kissed them both, maintaining eye contact with you.
“then don’t stop.” you whined, but your grin turned into a frown when he pulled you off the desk and fixed your skirt. “levi-”
“save something for later, right?”
his promise of a later was enough. you left him to clean up and walked out the door with a sheepish smile and a whispered goodnight.
your phone buzzed on your way back to the dorms, and you stopped in your tracks when you saw the name on the screen.
professor ackerman: wear that green dress tomorrow.
you raised an eyebrow.
just the dress.
it was 😭👌
Tumblr won't allow me to post anything more than 10MB, so I'm splitting it into 2 tracks. And again, this translation may not be 100% correct.
Storyline: It has the same setting as my previous post, you and your boyfriend are in a long-distance relationship because you're studying in another country. In this track, your boyfriend pays you a surprise visit. He shows up at the cafe where you usually spend hours working on your assignment. It's been so long since you both saw each other, and you're surprised because he looks more masculine now, like an adult, though he says he's still very childish at heart seeing how he missed his sleep last night simply because he got too excited about seeing you.
You were studying before, but now that he's here, you stop to greet him. You sit down together, chatting for a bit. He says you look different too, more mature. Then he pauses, looking at you, and...
00.02 Umm... I can wait until you're finished with your studying, but after that, can I go to your room? Ah, I mean, look, I'm carrying a big suitcase with me. Walking around with this would be troublesome so, umm... Really, I don't have any weird intention.
00.26 Sorry, I lied. I actually... can't hold it anymore...
00.34 I want to be alone with you as soon as possible. I want to hold you...
(You head back to your room with him)
00.58 I'm sorry... I didn't mean to suddenly do things with you like this, but... Seeing you in person really makes me want to hold you right away... Makes me want to kiss you...
01.23 Really, I'm sorry, but... I can't hold back anymore.
(He starts undressing you, rushing)
01.40 I'm gonna touch you...
01.45 You're already wet... I'm glad. So it's just not me who's turned on.
01.59 Have you been waiting for me too?
02.05 I just kissed you but you're already so wet down here...
02.13 Do you want me to touch you here more? Or can I put it in?
02.22 Oh, you're suddenly tightening around my fingers. Are you reacting to my words?
02.29 I guess, you can't hold yourself back too, huh?
02.41 I'll put it in, okay?
(He grabs a condom and put it on)
03.01 *thrusts* Ah, t-this sensation... It's been a while since we did this so... It's bad... (meaning he's too sensitive)
03.07 I think... I won't last long... Sorry...
03.22 D-don't do that... Don't tighten up around me too hard...
03.28 I'm really about to cum...
03.39 Seriously, this is bad... At this rate, I'm gonna cum before I can make you feel good.
(He stops, pulling away)
03.58 Sorry... I'm gonna stop for a bit. Can you move for me?
04.08 I'll pull you up now.
TRACK 02
00.02 Sorry, I had to do this 'cause I feel like I'm gonna cum fast if I don't.
(He places you on his lap)
00.09 Like this, you can move however you like.
(You ask him, "But will you feel good this way?")
00.15 It's okay. Right now, everything feels so good to me. Try to hit the spot that makes you feel good too.
00.36 As I thought, this feels amazing...
00.42 Hey... Can I kiss your chest? Just like this...
(He sucks on your breasts)
00.59 I shouldn't? 'Cause you're feeling too good?
01.05 Look, you've stopped moving your hips. Move for me.
01.28 What's wrong? You're gonna cum?
01.33 Ah, wait... If you do it like that, I'm gonna cum too...
01.44 This is bad...
(you both finish together)
(you pull away)
02.22 That felt so good...
02.31 I'm sorry... Doing this right away after we met... I'm terrible, aren't I?
(You say, "It's okay.")
02.42 Really? But in the end you didn't get to finish your studying...
(You tell him not to worry about it)
02.51 Thank you... But you don't have to be too considerate, okay? I really just wanted to see your face, that's all.
(You comfort him)
03.02 I'm happy to hear you say that... You said you wanted to take me somewhere?
(You tell him that you want him to meet your friends)
03.11 Eh? You want to introduce me to your friends?
(You ask him, "Are you not okay with that?")
03.20 Not at all. Actually, I'm so happy. I want to know more about you and your life here. But... Is it really okay to introduce me? To have a boyfriend who can barely speak English like me, aren't they gonna make fun of you?
(You assure him that it's okay)
03.39 Well then, I'll study hard to prepare for tomorrow.
(You offer to teach him)
03.47 Really? Ah, but... To have you as my english teacher... That's a bit disheartening, but it can't be helped, I guess.
(You ask him why)
03.59 Boys always want to look cool in front of their girlfriends, you know. Well, just wait and see, I'll definitely impress you soon. I'll grow even more matured and manlier than this, then one day I'll come and pick you up, just like a prince!
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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hi i really love your work 🥹 if the emoji event's still open may i humbly request 🍒🐱💜......
tytyty yes... wrote this one too quick oops :s emoji event : 🍒🐱💜 18+ virgin kitty reader x 21+ megumi -toy use, squirting, breeding.. don't even.. look at me. bye
"For a pretty little kitty, you sure are curious, hm?"
Your owner strokes your soft ears as you gently paw at his crotch, perching between his spread legs.
"Kitty, baby, you know you can't touch me there," he chastises, making you pause momentarily, only to start up your soft massaging again when his attention returns to his book.
Then he feels something warmer.. and wetter.
He lets out a little sigh, watching you kiss and lick him through his shorts, putting down his book to give you his full attention.
"Is it really that time of the month already?"
You nod, batting your lashes, as if you could convince him to give you what you really need.
"We can get those toys you like- the ones in your dresser, ok?"
He instructs you to go and get them, to use them on yourself like usual.
"I want owner... to do it..." you plead between your kitten licks.
"Baby, I can't-" he's explained this to you before. Good owners don't do things like that with their darling kitty girls.
"But-but... I need it..."
He knows it's only natural for his feline sweetheart to want this. But giving you what you want would be crossing a certain line.
"Owner, it hurts," you look so endearing you're going to break his heart.
"Where- does it hurt, princess?"
You take one hand and stroke down between your legs.
"I-it feels so hot.. w-won't stop.."
Your voice is making him weak. You can tell by the look in his eyes.
His hand snakes into your hair and you swear he's about to pull you closer, but he only strokes behind your ear instead.
"Baby, get the toys." He says firmly.
"Will owner- at least do it with me?"
"Mm, I'll hold your hand."
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"Doing so well," his voice is so soft and calm as he slots the dildo further inside you, "keep taking it, baby."
He couldn't just sit there and watch you struggle, so hand holding quickly turned into kissing- which he sometimes allows- then he finally took the toy from you and said that he could do it better.
He gets it fully inside you, starting to fuck your pretty kitty pussy with his free hand gently placed over your neck, where you're splayed out on the bed with your collar on.
"Megumi.. d-doesn't feel right-" you tell him with a sniffle, "'s- 's too cold, and.. not deep enough."
He closes his eyes now. He wish he could block out your cute voice, too. But he can't. So he listens to you whimper and complain that the dildo isn't good enough, how you're still needy for more, and how badly you want him.
"Megumi, I, I know you're bigger.." your eyes drift to the swell his shorts are failing to conceal.
"Know you would feel better, ple-"
You're cut off by a firm hand over your mouth. His other pulls out the toy, leaving your pussy gaping and wet.
"Baby," his breathing has got all heavy. He sounds a bit scary. "Baby, you can't do this to me."
He bites his lip. He knows he shouldn't take it out on you.
"The way you're begging is making me..." he looks down at his boner that's about to slip out any second, "crazy."
"m-mmh-mm"
He knows nobody has ever touched you there before, aside from the toys you use to keep your urges at bay. But nobody has gone inside with their fingers, their tongue... or cock.
"You want it that badly?"
You nod, a little nervously.
He pulls down his shorts and your eyes go wide.
"ff-- mmh- mmm-!"
"Baby, shh, please," you watch him tug himself a few times, "it's already hard enough, don't make it any worse."
He warns you, then releases your mouth. You take in little gasps, watching him get in position, lifting your legs up by the back of your knees.
"Just be a good kitty," he places the tip of his cock on you now, for the first time, "lie still and let me... let me take care of you."
Even though you had a dildo in you moments ago, it really is no comparison to the real thing; to Megumi. He's so much thicker, he has to work you open slowly, making you let out little pained whimpers and scratch at his arms.
"It's gonna be ok, it's ok, when I get inside- ugh, it's gonna feel so good, baby, trust me."
He comforts you and slides in inch by inch, fucking you slow and steady, until his body is flush with yours.
"That's it," he looks down, stroking gently at your stomach, "do you feel full now?"
"Uh huh" you nod, looking a little pained.
He intended to stay still for longer, but he just has to move, he has to feel you work up and down his shaft until you start sobbing.
"S-sorry- baby, feels too good... I can't stop now-" his voice is deep and breathy. You watch the lust take over his body and he presses you hard into the mattress, pressing your legs back to get closer.
"A-ahh!!!"
"Said you wanted it- deeper.."
You can feel every inch of him now, stinging right at the back, then sliding in and out, slowly, nudging a sensitive spot in your core, then slipping through your entrance. He was right, you're so glad you trust your kind owner- it's starting to feel amazing.
"W-warm- soo warm, so- so-"
You can't articulate how you feel. It's hard to describe. You feel wetter than you ever have, paired with this deep, humming heat that builds with his every thrust and erotic groan. You've never heard him like this before, and it's making you fall more in love with your perfect owner by the second.
"M-Megumi feels- feels like I, I'm gonna- gonna- ah!"
He looks nearly as surprised as you, feeling your gushing, warm juices all over his lower stomach and pelvis.
"Baby, shit- you fucking squirted for me- oh, that's-" he's never seen a girl do this before, "so fucking hot"
"Megumi- owner, owner, you- you feel harder, oh, oh my god- it, it feels too big-!"
"Yeah, that's 'cause- I'm gonna cum now-"
He groans and fills you deep and hard, pressing your knees right to the mattress next to your ears, his movements getting slow and sensual till he's resting his spent body on one arm.
"Fuck-" your chests press together so close, you can feel each other's racing hearts. And he pulls out so slow, watching you drip and spill all the gooey liquid he put there.
"Princess, you need to hurry and clean up or-"
"Will I have your babies?" You voice is suddenly bright and filled with excitement as you pull him in again.
"I think your birth control works.. quite well. But- I don't know-"
"Sh-should we do it again? So I can have your babies, inside me?"
"No, no, princess, you don't want- mm!"
You pull him into a kiss, getting his tip inside you again, making his eyes roll back with another deep groan.
"Fuck- really? You want it again?"
megumi | m.list
i think this event is now closed (apart from one tiny satoru wip) unless anyone has any particularly amazing megumi req combos :3 tysm
hi i really love your work 🥹 if the emoji event's still open may i humbly request 🍒🐱💜......
tytyty yes... wrote this one too quick oops :s emoji event : 🍒🐱💜 18+ virgin kitty reader x 21+ megumi -toy use, squirting, breeding.. don't even.. look at me. bye hybrid fics
"For a pretty little kitty, you sure are curious, hm?"
Your owner strokes your soft ears as you gently paw at his crotch, perching between his spread legs.
"Kitty, baby, you know you can't touch me there," he chastises, making you pause momentarily, only to start up your soft massaging again when his attention returns to his book.
Then he feels something warmer.. and wetter.
He lets out a little sigh, watching you kiss and lick him through his shorts, putting down his book to give you his full attention.
"Is it really that time of the month already?"
You nod, batting your lashes, as if you could convince him to give you what you really need.
"We can get those toys you like- the ones in your dresser, ok?"
He instructs you to go and get them, to use them on yourself like usual.
"I want owner... to do it..." you plead between your kitten licks.
"Baby, I can't-" he's explained this to you before. Good owners don't do things like that with their darling kitty girls.
"But-but... I need it..."
He knows it's only natural for his feline sweetheart to want this. But giving you what you want would be crossing a certain line.
"Owner, it hurts," you look so endearing you're going to break his heart.
"Where- does it hurt, princess?"
You take one hand and stroke down between your legs.
"I-it feels so hot.. w-won't stop.."
Your voice is making him weak. You can tell by the look in his eyes.
His hand snakes into your hair and you swear he's about to pull you closer, but he only strokes behind your ear instead.
"Baby, get the toys." He says firmly.
"Will owner- at least do it with me?"
"Mm, I'll hold your hand."
~
"Doing so well," his voice is so soft and calm as he slots the dildo further inside you, "keep taking it, baby."
He couldn't just sit there and watch you struggle, so hand holding quickly turned into kissing- which he sometimes allows- then he finally took the toy from you and said that he could do it better.
He gets it fully inside you, starting to fuck your pretty kitty pussy with his free hand gently placed over your neck, where you're splayed out on the bed with your collar on.
"Megumi.. d-doesn't feel right-" you tell him with a sniffle, "'s- 's too cold, and.. not deep enough."
He closes his eyes now. He wishes he could block out your cute voice, too. But he can't. So he listens to you whimper and complain that the dildo isn't good enough, how you're still needy for more, and how badly you want him.
"Megumi, I, I know you're bigger.." your eyes drift to the swell his shorts are failing to conceal.
"Know you would feel better, ple-"
You're cut off by a firm hand over your mouth. His other pulls out the toy, leaving your pussy gaping and wet.
"Baby," his breathing has got all heavy. He sounds a bit scary. "Baby, you can't do this to me."
He bites his lip. He knows he shouldn't take it out on you.
"The way you're begging is making me..." he looks down at his boner that's about to slip out any second, "crazy."
"m-mmh-mm"
He knows nobody has ever touched you there before, aside from the toys you use to keep your urges at bay. But nobody has gone inside with their fingers, their tongue... or cock.
"You want it that badly?"
You nod, a little nervously.
He pulls down his shorts and your eyes go wide.
"ff-- mmh- mmm-!"
"Baby, shh, please," you watch him tug himself a few times, "it's already hard enough, don't make it any worse."
He warns you, then releases your mouth. You take in little gasps, watching him get in position, lifting your legs up by the back of your knees.
"Just be a good kitty," he places the tip of his cock on you now, for the first time, "lie still and let me... let me take care of you."
Even though you had a dildo in you moments ago, it really is no comparison to the real thing; to Megumi. He's so much thicker, he has to work you open slowly, making you let out little pained whimpers and scratch at his arms.
"It's gonna be ok, it's ok, when I get inside- ugh, it's gonna feel so good, baby, trust me."
He comforts you and slides in inch by inch, fucking you slow and steady, until his body is flush with yours.
"That's it," he looks down, stroking gently at your stomach, "do you feel full now?"
"Uh huh" you nod, looking a little pained.
He intended to stay still for longer, but he just has to move, he has to feel you work up and down his shaft until you start sobbing.
"S-sorry- baby, feels too good... I can't stop now-" his voice is deep and breathy. You watch lust take over his body and he pushes you hard into the mattress, pressing your legs back to get closer.
"A-ahh!!!"
"Said you wanted it- deeper.."
You can feel every inch of him now, stinging right at the back, then sliding in and out, slowly, nudging a sensitive spot in your core, then slipping through your entrance. He was right, you're so glad you trust your kind owner- it's starting to feel amazing.
"W-warm- soo warm, so- so-"
You can't articulate how you feel. It's hard to describe. You feel wetter than you ever have, paired with this deep, humming heat that builds with his every thrust and erotic groan. You've never heard him like this before, and it's making you fall more in love with your perfect owner by the second.
"M-Megumi feels- feels like I, I'm gonna- gonna- ah!"
He looks nearly as surprised as you, feeling your gushing, warm juices all over his lower stomach and pelvis.
"Baby, shit- you fucking squirted for me- oh, that's-" he's never seen a girl do this before, "so fucking hot"
"Megumi- owner, owner, you- you feel harder, oh, oh my god- it, it feels too big-!"
"Yeah, that's 'cause- I'm gonna cum now-"
He groans and fills you deep and hard, pressing your knees right to the mattress next to your ears, his movements getting slow and sensual till he's resting his spent body on one arm.
"Fuck-" your chests press together so close, you can feel each other's racing hearts. And he pulls out so slow, watching you drip and spill all the gooey liquid he put there.
"Princess, you need to hurry and clean up or-"
"Will I have your babies?" You voice is suddenly bright and filled with excitement as you pull him in again.
"I think your birth control works.. quite well. But- I don't know-"
"Sh-should we do it again? So I can have your babies, inside me?"
"No, no, princess, you don't want- mm!"
You pull him into a kiss, getting his tip inside you again, making his eyes roll back with another deep groan.
"Fuck- really? You want it again?"
megumi | m.list
i think this event is now closed unless anyone has any particularly amazing megumi req combos :3 tysm
i dunnooo i feel like whenever you’re mean to yuji it turns him on, you’d be cursing him out nd he’d already be like half hard
I also feel like Yuji would beg to put it in😊
idk I just want him to throw me around
[cws] fem reader
[an] you get it!! i know it in my heart that yuji likes his partner to be a little mean :( a little spoiled, a little bratty! it makes it that much better when he finally gets you to be his sweet mushy baby that’s only that way with him !!
yuji knows that you have a bit of an attitude problem, and he knows that he probably enables it, never once chiding you for the way you speak and act with him.
you drag him shopping with you whenever the urge strikes, which is worryingly frequent, and shove bag after bag into his arms, not even so much as uttering a thank you, just fully expecting him to be your human pack-mule.
whenever he gives another woman his attention, even if for something as simple as giving out directions, you’re shooting daggers his way and refusing to speak to him, answering him with huffs and hmphs until you deem him worthy enough for actual words.
it’s mean, you’re mean, and he should really say something about it and get it under control… but he can’t deny that the spoiled, bratty act gets his cock hard and his brain fuzzy.
“god, yuji! it’s like you have a bunch of rocks up there or something!” your finger taps against his forehead twice as you bend at the waist, and he silently looks up at you, eyes lidded and cheeks flushed as his cock chubs up against his thigh. “it’s as if everything i say just goes in one ear and out the other, you never listen.”
you’ve got one hand on your hip, the other animatedly moving around as you talk a mile a minute, eyebrows scrunched together and eyes narrowed on him.
yuji has no idea what you’re saying, but he knows he’s heard this spiel a thousand times before and isn’t missing out on anything too important - at least, nothing more important than how badly he wants to stuff you full of his cock until you’re sputtering out apologies and drowning him in kisses.
you always get so sweet and pliant when he’s fucked you full—cunt full of his seed and hole left gaping. you make sure to cradle him close and kiss all over his face, hands running through his hair as you whisper i’m sorry’s into his skin.
“—doing it again! yuji, you’re not listening to me!” he zones back in just in time to see your hand coming towards him. “you’re so annoying. just go home—!” he snags ahold of your wrist, and with a gentle tug you’re falling forward into his lap, your hands shooting out to brace yourself against his chest, while his move to encircle around your waist, arms flexing and tensing as they pull you close, his aching cock pushing up into your cunt, thin layers of fabric keeping him from sinking inside.
“i’m sorry,” he rasps, your lashes fluttering as you give him a bewildered look. “let me make it up to you, yeah?” realization dawns after a moment, and you shake your head, hands weakly pushing at his shoulders.
“huh? no, yuji, i was—oh.” he rocks his hips into you, hands moving down to palm your ass, a cheek in each hand.
“please?” he croaks, cock aching and leaking and throbbing and begging to go where it belongs. “can i put it in? can i fuck you? can i make you come, baby? can i?” he rocks against you with every question, his forehead resting against yours as he holds your gaze. “let me show you how sorry i am, baby. let me make it right.”
and you give in, you always do, his sweet pliant girl. he just has to get his hands on you first, tell you what you need to hear, sit you on his cock and make you come a few times, maybe even get you to squirt depending on if he wants you to be nicer for a couple days.
it won’t last but so long, that little honeymoon phase you two go through every time yuji gets between your legs, but he’s already looking forward to the next time.
geto as a teacher at jujutsu high
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Curse King Sukuna Breeds You All Night
Pairing: Ryomen Sukuna x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, slight dub-con, breeding kink, marathon sex, creampie, overstimulation, rough sex, dom!Sukuna, double-dick!Sukuna
A/N: Could not keep up with him for the life of me but a girl can dream.
"Where you think you're going huh? I didn't say you could get off my dick yet." Sukuna's four arms all pulled you back on his dick, well one of them anyway, the other one was busy sliding through your folds, shooting cum across your stomach like the first one shot cum into your womb.
"Please... I'm tired." Your mind was so muddled from multiple orgasms that you didn't know which one you were on. Was still going? Did you just come again? What time was it even? How long have you been getting fucked by the King of Curses? "Sukuna, I can't, I'm a human. I need... rest. Please, just an hour."
He didn't seem interested in what you were saying, not while his cocks were still hard. His hands kept you in place while he filled he room with fast, hard thrusting sounds, skin against more sensitive skin, fingers leaving imprints on your hips and shoulders and upper arms. With no other choice your pussy was left at his mercy, made to come on his cock again while you squealed and whimpered underneath him, it was too much, too soon, too... too good.
"Finally being honest with yourself. Knew I'd make you into a fine whore." He locked his arm around your neck and pulled you to your knees, his muscles bulging, two hands on your hips, the last one your breast, twirling your poor abused nipple. From this angle you could feel every inch and vein of his demon cock ramming itself into your pussy, making it soppy and wet, "I didn't think the Sorcerer's would give me one of their finest as a breeding bitch. Don't lose your mind yet. I need you to get pregnant and birth me some heirs first."
"Is that... possible?" It just occurred to you how much cum he shot into you already. If pregnancy was a possibility then yes, you were most defiantly gonna end up pregnant.
Sukuna grinned against your shoulder, "Nothing is impossible for me." He drove his hips upwards, causing your vision to go white, a toe curling orgasm ripping through you again, "Come, that's right, be a good cumslut for me. If you do a good job I'll impregnate you over and over and over again."
You didn't notice when you did it but your hand reached down to stroke his cock, spreading the cum over your fingers, urging him on, "Please, please, I- I'm begging you!" Begging for what? Rest? More fucking? More cum? You weren't sure. You knew that you'd pass out soon but your body bucked against his with so much energy, you craved more. Sukuna's laughter mixed with your moans, louder then your moans as he released his seed into you, onto you as well, insuring once again that you would end up pregnant.
If you thought that was it then think again. His cock was barely done pulsing when he lifted you up and pushed you onto the other one, slick with your pussy juices. He moved you so easily. Deep down you knew it when you first steeped into his castle, now you accepted it fully. You didn't have to move anymore, didn't have to think about anything, you were there to be used by him as he wished, as many times as he wished.
Say His Name | SUKUNA
Say his name three times and he shall appear, fucking virgins before he disappear.
tags: (18+, minors and ageless blogs dni) corruption, virginity loss, monster-fucking, double cocks, mouth fucking, pet names (pet, my human, female), oral(f! receiving), handjobs, nipple play, fingering, creampies, copious amounts of cum, tummy bulge, sex in sukuna’s domain, overstimulation, mirror sex
notes: early i did originally plan an entire kinktober but lol (18+ banner/divider made by @/cafekitsune. repost from my first ever kinktober 🥂
“SUKUNA, SUKUNA, SUKUNA.” Call it childish for believing in such tales. But you wanted it to be true. Looking in the darkly lit bathroom of your dorm bathroom you groaned, blowing the candle out. You flipped the light switch back on.
You’d been hearing about it all year. But you should’ve known better than to believe a silly little legend like this. But you were a blushing and bubbling mess of a virgin. So hearing of some mysterious sexy man who fucks virgins with no strings attached seemed too good to be true and you just had to test this theory. But really you should’ve known better. You were too old to believe in such things but you were all dolled up just for him.
You’d been waiting until everyone on your floor was gone and you put on your best and sexiest lingerie. You weren’t expecting to wear this for such a man that everyone has described but you were ready. You were thinking maybe for a boy who’s eventually won your heart you’d wear this to give yourself away.
Your hair was down in a medium length silk press, wearing puffy pink ugg slides and a short pink fuzzy nightgown that hugged every inch of your body, amplifying your busty breast all for show. You even went with no panties.
All for him.
All for a no show.
Sighing, you reached for your shower caddy and got prepared to wrap your hair.
But a deep chuckle from behind, startled you. Every fiber in your being was begging you not to turn around. Your stomach clutching with a sense of fear and your mouth running dry.
“Little human.” His voice alone had you shaking but surprisingly it wasn’t all just fear, something else deep inside, something not so pure filled your body. Lust. You were still too afraid to look at him, your knees growing weak as he continued to speak.
“Too scared to turn around but all dolled up just for me. I can practically smell your sweet nectar from here.” He purred, his breath on your neck and you could feel the warmth of his body heat all over you. “I haven’t even touched you yet.” Taking his tongue, he licked up your ear before biting your lobe. “I could smell how sweet you are even before I got here. I couldn’t believe how delectable you smelled.” With hard hands, he softly grasped both of your breasts.
You released a small yelp with such surprise but your tummy fluttered. “Oh, my little human likes that…” He took note, pressed hot kisses against your neck. Squeezing your breast. With rough hands he stroked your nipples until they grew hard.
You were letting him have his way with you and you still hadn’t even seen his face. You moaned when you felt the soft drag of his claws, tugging at your gown.
“Tell me how badly you like my touch female…or I might just stop.” He pressed his hips into yours, allowing you to feel just how hard he was. “Don’t you want my cocks?” His voice was laced with something unfamiliar, he pressed his nose in your hair and did a quick inhale.
Desire pooled in your belly whenever he talked. “C-cocks?” You squealed. “I… I don’t think I can handle such a thing…” You muttered, trying to move away from him, keeping your eyes trained on your feet.
“Look at me.” He gripped your jaw in his fingers and forced your eyes to the mirror. Your pussy clenched against nothing when you saw his face. He was truly a beautiful demonic man. With sharp teeth and dark eyes that ate up your entire figure. There was colorful dark markings over his face and a sickening grin on his lips when he noticed you staring so hard. His spiked pink hair looked so soft that you wanted to pet him. “You desire is all in the air,” His told you. “Let me please you, my little human.”
“W-wait! I-um…” Your voice was hoarse and completely choked out as you stuttered, trying to find any excuse.
“You wish to deny me this?” He palmed your pussy. Dragging his hand all over the mound before trailing lower. “You are truly ravishing… in all these places.” You we’re panting and hanging on to every word he spoke, opening your thighs wider so he can feel you.
“Tell me…beg me…” His hand ran down lower, inching closer and closer towards your puffy clit.
Then he pulled away.
It was awful and your body felt cold, you even almost tripped over yourself, to which he chuckled. “Why did you st—”
Pressing his hot lips to yours he kissed you, squeezing your ass and adding his tongue. His tongue was sucking and sliding in every inch of your mouth, you could barely breathe. It felt so long and so deep, almost like he was in your throat. “I want you to beg me for my touch, I know you want it… so beg for it, or you won’t get it.” He said as he pulled away, drool on the corner of his mouth.
“Please…touch…me…” You forced the words he wanted to hear out. “I want your fingers, your tongue, your…cocks.” You whimpered a deep pout on your lips. He smiled at your honesty and he clipped your lingerie down with his claws in one swift motion.
His thumb caressed your folds softly and he groaned watching the wetness drip to the floor. Slipping one finger inside, you gasped, holding on to his wrist and grinding down a bit. Loud squelching noises filling the air every time he pushed in a bit deeper. “Tight little thing. All for me.” He dropped to his knees and licked his lips once he spread your folds open.
“Pretty little pearl.” He rasped before taking it in his mouth. Your hips buckled and thrashed against his face, your moans echoing and bouncing off the walls. He added another finger, hard. Slamming them both inside of you, stretching you wide. So much cream and slick ran down your thighs, he pumped faster inside of you.
Both of his cocks were leaking and aching but all he could think about was your pussy and just how good it taste. He groaned with his eyes closed, spreading his fingers inside as you sobbed above him.
“Please, please…” He didn’t know what you were begging for. He sucked, putting his entire mouth on you, licking up and down your sensitive clit. He pressed deep kisses before removing his fingers from your insides. He dipped his tongue deep inside of your tightness and he felt you tighten up, fisting your hand in his hair, rocking your hips.
“Sukuna!” Your eyes were filled with tears as he moaned for more of your virgin taste on his tongue. Hearing his name on your tongue had him throbbing but he resisted touching himself — wanting only to come in your tight pure virgin body.
“I’m going to— ah.” Your body snapped and shook but he continued to feast on your insides, his long tongue hitting all your sensitive spots and every muscle, you came around his tongue and he welcomed everything you gave him. Your walls fluttered against his tongue and your hands grabbed even deeper into his hair, toes curling and small sniffles filling the room.
He placed his tongue back to your sore clit and gave it a few more sucks before he smirked up at you, the pretty noises still in your throat as you tried your hardest to be quiet. Looking up at you with such desire that you felt yourself shrinking. “I was waiting so long for you…” He told you, standing to his full height. “Don’t know if I can let you go this time…”
You didn’t understand. You were still reeling down from such an orgasm. He inhaled against your neck. “Pretty little human. I’m not going to let you out of my sight. Too precious.” He took your lips again and you closed your eyes deeply, gripping his arm as you tasting yourself on his tongue.
When you finally pulled back and opened your eyes, you didn’t know where you were. All darkness surrounded you, dimly lit candles and a beautifully made canopy bed with dark sheets. You could see some sort of throne in the other part of this dark place, which took up almost the entirety of that space. The room seemed to go on forever, almost endless. You felt empty, he wasn’t there anymore. Confusion bled through your mind until you felt him take your hand, dragging you to the bed.
“What did you mean… with what you said moments ago?” You swallowed, trying not to look him in the eyes. But those deep red eyes made it almost too hard to do that. He stared you down before pushing you down to the bed.
“It means you’re mine. All mine.” His hot tongue trailed down your neck and it burned you, your weak legs thrusting against him. He lowered his hips flush against yours and you could feel just how big and thick his cocks were, it was almost disgusting how badly you wanted them. He sniffed and did a devilish grin at you. “Why fight it? You called me here. I have you. Don’t tell me you’re still scared… I won’t hurt you.” He promised.
The way his eyes held such sincerity you couldn’t look away. The flimsy material he wore, slipped off and you got a glimpse of everything he was hiding from you. The rippling abs and those dark marks similar to the ones on his face, you could feel yourself leaking when your eyes drifted to the pretty cocks he possessed.
Throbbing and veiny. Angry red tips coded in leaking creamy pre-cum. You didn’t mean to but you licked your lips and he groaned in your ear: “Female, it looks like you want to taste my cocks…” More pre-cum dripped down and you were panting at the sight, something coming over you. With a trembling hand, you reached out between you both and gripped the base of one, he twitched in your hand but you didn’t stop your assault.
He was thick. You couldn’t imagine doing this to both of his cocks at the same time, you needed both of your hands just to cover just one of them. He thrusted his hips upward, sliding himself through your hands with strained moments. He didn’t want to cum, only wanted it to be inside of you but fuck, this was heaven.
You stroked him, nice and slow. Feeling every bit of him and keeping your clouded eyes on his, both of your breathings harsh and in sync, hot and turned on. Rubbing your thumb on the tip, you watched as a bit more liquid leaked out, slipping between your hands.
“Knees. Now.” He rasped, he needed to be in your tight little mouth now. He needed it. You barley had time to move before he was thrusting himself inside of your mouth. “Fuck…ing, pretty little mouth.” He muttered, thrusting his hips harshly in and out of your mouth. His other cock begging for attention, you squeezed it hard and be released a beautiful moan continuing his rhythm.
Swallowing around him, he bellowed. “Fuck!” He had manners and didn’t want to mess up his female’s hair but he wanted you to take him deeper into your mouth. Pulling you slightly by your hair, he buried himself deeper into your mouth. Bucking his hips, you slid your mouth up and down — saliva covering his length — then you lapped at the tip, rubbing your mouth on it before slipping him back into your throat. Moaning around his cock, then you decided to switch to his other cock.
He was amazed and his toes were curling, watching you. He could see just how much of him was buried in your throat. He could hear the amount of sucking and slurping and you still had time to fondle his balls.
He was going to cum. He could feel it in the pits of his belly. Sweet moans leaving your mouth and he couldn’t take it anymore. With a deep groan, he pulled you flush to his hips and came deep inside of your mouth, his other cock jerking and spasming — raining cum on your face.
He looked at your cum splattered face and his cocks grew hard again and he knew the perfect way to end the night. “Need to be inside of you, now.” He didn’t want anything to stop him. He didn’t clean you off or anything, he wanted to fuck you as filthy and dirty as you looked.
And he would.
He pulled down your panties and looked at your leaking cunt. Smiling in delight, “All this just from sucking my cocks…naughty girl.” He lined up both of his cocks to your small hole.
“Both of them?!” You squealed with wide eyes. “They can’t both fit…” You swallowed hard and he did a roar of heavy laughter.
“Gonna just stretch you out with this one,” He rubbed his throbbing tip along your slippery glistening folds as you cried out. “Then once you’re all full, gonna add my other cock and make you cum all night, my little human.”
He lined himself back against your tight heat, almost slipping inside, he eyed your face before he thrusted forward and buried himself inside of your virgin flesh. Your nails were digging into him as you screamed, it hurt bad.
He was so massive inside of you and your walls wouldn’t let him go, clinging to him. “So damn tight.” He groaned, his hips snapped and with each thrust he was able to get deeper and deeper.
He couldn’t bare to look at you, hearing your small sniffles was hard enough. He wanted this pleasurable for you. His fingers were fast on their way to your little clit that was already throbbing for his attention, he pressed two of them against you and felt you roll your hips against his with a sharp moan, “Ah!”
He did a few sloppy thrust, his balls hitting the cusp of your ass and he could tell that you were feeling good based off how you were reacting. “Please make me cum.” You groaned, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. Now with a newer angle he pressed deep into a gooey wetness that had your tongue out and you squeezing his cock even better than before.
He slammed his cock inside of you, now going at any intense speed. Rocking his hips into yours, trying to hit your sweet spot again. He pressed deeper inside of you, bottoming out. “Say my name.” He told you, softly against your lips before claiming them. His thrust going hard and reckless, stretching you out.
You felt so full, he reached down and jerked his other cock. Squeezing the tip and continuing to thrust faster, rocking the bed. “Say my name.” He said again, his hips slamming down on yours. He felt heavy inside of you and you couldn’t focus on him, drowning in a warmth of endless pleasure.
He bucked his hips and grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look up — to look into the mirror above you, watching yourself getting fucked before saying again: “Say my name.” This time annoyed and with a growl.
“Sukuna!” He pumped his cock inside of your little pussy, stretching it just for him and thrusting more — the hold your cunt had on his cock made him bite his lip when he withdrew himself slightly before slamming back inside.
Your eyes roll back when his tip hits your special spot again and your moans has him in a chokehold, “Sukuna, right there, please… again.” You arch your back and he grips your waist, pushing you back down into the mattress.
With a last long thrust, he fills your cervix with creamy cum that leaks out of you. His other cock bobbling before spraying you down as well, you clench around him for the final time and almost breathlessly you say his name again.
Body weak and your eyes fluttering. He pulls you closer to him and kisses your lips.
“My little human stuffed with my cum.” He purrs, wrapping a strong arm around you and you say something that he can’t hear as you drift and drift…
And drift to sleep.
Men who are lazy, and like to watch their girl bounce on top of him. Loves when you ride him while bracing your hands on his chest, while his hands are fondling yours. Tugs and pulls on your nipples until you are arching your back, pushing your chest more towards him. Makes you lean down so he can suck on your perky little buds, ignoring your whines to be more gentle because he’s usually one to play with your tits until they’re red and raw, and covered with his marks. The rare moments when he’s giving your boobs a break, he’ll be leaning back on whatever surface he’s laying on, a lazy smirk adorning his face as he watches you struggle to remain on top of him. He’ll be mercilessly rubbing your clit, pinching the sensitive bundle of nerves between his fingers until your thighs are trembling. But, the very moment you start showing signs of any tiredness, he’ll be gripping your ass or thighs to hover you just above his hips so he could fuck up into you. Won’t relent until you’re either squirting on top of him or until you pass out.
“Come on pretty girl, you can hold out a bit more, can’t you?” “C’mon baby, fuck yourself dumb on my cock.” “Aw, is my little baby tired? Want daddy to fuck your pretty little pussy now?” “Such a spoiled little girl aren’t you,, can’t do anything without daddy’s help.”
SUKUNA, gojo, toji, urahara, zaraki, grimmjow, dazai, KISHIBE, yoshida, dabi, hawks, NAGI, sae, reo and anyone else you can think of
sukuna’s the type to make you grind on his visible bulge and say “ya feel that, princess? ya feel me?” with that smug smirk on his face.
sukuna’s the type to eat you out till sunrise.
sukuna’s the type to make you cry just so he can kiss those pretty tears away. “aw — pretty baby’s crying for big ol’ me? my princess doesn’t deserve this.”
sukuna’s the type to change his attitude so quickly. one minute he’ll be the sweetest man to exists then the next minute he’ll say the nastiest degrading things you’ll ever hear. “bitch — ya crying? pussy can’t take it? too bad — you’re taking it . . fuck . . ya such a greedy, nasty, dirty whore for me huh . . “
sukuna’s the type to have your name tattooed on him and he’s the type to ink you up as well. he didn’t tell you he got his name tattooed, you saw it. on the back of his neck.
sukuna’s the type to randomly send you a sex position he saw online and say “let’s try it later kukuku.”
sukuna’s the type to draw you. naked. he has a talent for drawing. one time he drew you after sex, that’s his aftercare. it was a masterpiece for sukuna. you lying on top of a messy bed with absolutely nothing on.
sukuna’s the type who likes to fuck you’re face. his favorite thing ever <3
sukuna’s the type to like the freakiest girls the most.
sukuna’s the type to answer the call mid-sex. he doesn’t care, why would he anyways? “the fuck is this — baby . . fuck — get closer yeah? — wasn’t talking to you fool what do ya want? m’ busy ya hear her moaning?”
sukuna’s the type to kiss your pussy goodnight after ruining it for hours :)
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Happy Birthday Gojo Satoru! ✧ 07.12
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(Gojo, Nanami, Toji, Geto, Choso, Inumaki)
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Suguru.. i am WEAK
I miss my silly lil Gojo :(
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think I lost my sanity. | for @junetwentyninth {cr. namuspromised}
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Synopsis: Satoru wasn't dumb. He saw the way you looked at his best friend. He picked up on the way you were always sure to laugh at his jokes, heard the name "Suguru" catch in your throat when it should have been "Satoru." And he saw the way Suguru coveted you, not even bothering to hide it. But, that was fine. Because Satoru thought of it too. Kinks: Cuckholding, Cum Play, Over stimulation,Double Penetration, and Dumbification
“There is no way I heard you correctly.” Suguru scoffed at Gojo’s suggestion.
“I think you did.” Gojo smirked as he looked at his best friend- confused and embarrassed, the tips of his ears turning bright red. He wondered if Geto blushed like that when he came.
“No, I don’t think I did.” Suguru doubled down, “I highly doubt you just asked me if I wanted to fuck your girlfriend.”
“So you did hear me.” Gojo smiled. Satoru wasn’t dumb. He saw the way you looked at Suguru, just like how he saw the way Suguru looked at you. He noticed how you laughed too hard at his jokes, and how Suguru always found convenient excuses to touch you. All of his suspicions were proven correct last night, when the wrong name slipped out of your mouth when he was in between your legs.
But, that was fine. Satoru would be lying if he said he didn’t think about it too.
He thought about it constantly.
“No, dude, I’m not going to do that.” Suguru scoffed, albeit reluctantly. His reluctance honestly surprised Gojo, he thought the man would jump at the opportunity to be in the sheets with you.
“What, why not?” Gojo demanded.
“Because,” Suguru sighed, trying to reregulate his heartbeat, “What if it makes things weird between us? What if you get jealous?” Aww, he was so cute!
“I promise Suguru, if anything, it’ll only make us closer.” Gojo winked.
“I don’t know.” Geto shook his head. He had thought about it, sure. Suguru fantasized about you almost every night since Gojo had started bringing you around. He thought about what you would taste like on his tongue and how you would feel on his cock. He imagined the sounds you would make and the way your face would scrunch. He fantasized about bending you over Gojos counter and showing you that you chose the wrong man more times than he could count. But, fantasizing about something and acting on it were two totally different things.
“Well then, maybe this will convince you-” Gojo grinned as he pulled his phone from his pocket.
“Satoru-” Suguru warned.
“Chill man, she said I could show you.” Gojo assured his friend as he opened his camera roll, “We filmed it just for you anyway.” He handed the phone to Sugruu, letting him press play on his own.
Suguru sucked a sharp breath in through his teeth as he watched the video. You looked up at the camera with tears in your eyelashes, sucking on his best friend's cock like your life depended on it. Suguru couldn’t help but imagine how you would feel around his own dick. Would you be able to take him all in? How much teeth would you use? Would you moan like a whore for him the way you did for your boyfriend? Fuck.
“Okay, I’m sold.” Turns out Suguru wasn’t as attached to his morals as he thought he was, “When do we want to do this?”
“How does Halloween sound?” Satoru grinned
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You sat curled into your boyfriend's side watching Scream and trying to calm your nerves. You knew what was supposed to happen tonight, and honestly you couldn’t think of a better way to spend your Halloween evening. But you were still nervous, unsure how to bridge the gap.
“Does it ever piss anyone else off how useless the parents are in this movie?” Gojo asked, “Like, “Oh, there's a serial killer going around specifically targeting kids from your school? Of course you can go to that giant party! That won’t be an easy target for the killer, it’s perfect.”” He mocked.
“Oh, I always just assumed they hated their kids.” Suguru shrugged, making you laugh. He smiled, your reaction only egging him on, “I mean, I would. There’s not a single person here that’s not insufferable, minus Syd.”
“Hey, Stu’s not that bad!” You giggled in defense of your favorite slasher.
“Yeah, Stu’s great! Ya know, as long as he’s not literally disemboweling you.” Suguru teased you with a laugh.
“I like Billy.” Gojo shrugged.
“You want to fuck Billy.” Suguru corrected.
“Who doesn’t want to fuck Billy?”
“Syd, apparently.”
“Eh, she comes around eventually.” Gojo said, waving his hand in the air. You laughed as you stood up.
“I’m going to grab a beer,” You announced, “I’ll be right back.” The boys both booed at your words.
“Have you learned nothing?!” Gojo scoffed.
“You’re gonna get stabbed now, look what you’ve done!” Suguru sighed. You rolled your eyes and chuckled.
“See, that logic only works if I’m not the killer.” You winked as you went to the kitchen. You grabbed your beer from the fridge and immediately opened it, drinking half right there. You cringed at the taste. Fucking IPAs. They all looked pretty and fun, and yet they all tasted like fucking boot sweat. You returned to the couch, and almost sat back down next to Satoru.
Until you remembered the point of the night. You put your drink on the coffee table, and sat down not just next to Suguru, but right in his lap. His eyes widened a bit in shock, but it was quickly replaced with a smug confidence as he wrapped his arms around you.
“Welcome back.” He smirked, pressing you into his chest. You looked over to Satoru, feeling his eyes burn into you. His expression would be unreadable, if not for the way he bit his lower lip. You winked back at him, before nuzzling into the crook of Sugurus neck.
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How did you get here again? You tried to walk back in time. You remembered sitting on Sugurus lap, playing with his hair while he gripped your ass. You remember him trying to sneak a kiss on your neck, trying to hide the affection from your boyfriend. You remembered Satrou saw it anyway.
And somehow that led you here, naked and moaning helplessly as Sugurus tongue continued its assault on your clit, two of his fingers bullying your pussy as your boyfriend watched on with ravenous eyes. You groaned as Suguru curled his fingers into your g-spot again, building up the pressure in your stomach to an almost unbearable amount. You curled your fingers into his hair as you bucked your hips into him, greedy and desperate for your release.
“Suguru…” You whine, and you hear the unmistakable sound of your boyfriend’s moan from the chair opposite the bed. You almost felt bad, forcing him to watch you be with another man. You almost felt wrong, being touched like this by his best friend, and enjoying it maybe just a little too much-
He curled his fingers into your soft spot again, that coupled with the sharp sucking on your clit, suddenly you weren't worried about ethics. Suddenly you were more focused on the wall of bliss that hit you as your climax overtook you, hitting you like a train and leaving your thighs trembling around Sugurus head as you desperately called out his name.
He pulled back, wiping your slick off his face with a soft, satisfied smile. “You were right Satoru, she does taste like candy.” He chuckled darkly.
“I know.” Satoru rasped out, more affected by this than he expected to be. Torn between his need to push Suguru away from you and remind you who your boyfriend was- and his desperate desire to see how well you took his most trusted confidant's cock. You almost moaned, again as you took in Sugurus form, shirt long since discarded and hair an absolute mess. It was a vision that should be hanging in a fucking museum, and left you craving more of him.
“Yeah, did you know she was this much of a slut too?” He asked as he leaned over you, burying his face into the crook of your neck and leaving another trail of marks there.
“Had a hunch.” Satoru moaned, biting his lip so hard he tasted blood. Did he say Suguru could mark you? He didn’t think he did.
“Suguru…” You moaned softly as you felt his teeth dig into the soft flesh of your neck.
“You sound so pretty when you say my name Doll,” He chuckled, lifting off of you and gesturing to his belt. You didn’t need to be told twice. Your hands moved faster than you thought possible as you worked to undo his pants. You felt almost pathetic with how needy you were. You hadn’t wanted cock this bad since…well.
Since the first time you were with Gojo.
“Aww, she's so eager to please,” Suguru cooed, fondly petting the back of your head as you freed him from his jeans, “Are you the one that trained her to be this cock hungry Satoru, or did she come like that?”
“Nope.” Satoru swallowed dryly, “That’s all me.” His cock was unfairly hard, and straining uncomfortably against his own jeans. He grinded his hand down on his tent, trying to relieve some tension. Suguru looked over at him and laughed.
“Look at your boyfriend darling,” He hummed, taking your jaw and turning your head right as you got to his boxers, “He’s more fucked out than you and he hasn’t even touched himself yet.”
“Satoru…” You mumbled softly. Gojo felt his chest tighten and his dick twitch. Fuck.
“Feel good Baby girl?” He asked. You knew a loaded question when you heard one. And luckily, Suguru did too. He finished taking his pants off and pulled you into a heated kiss. Needy lustful, and far too passionate for what was essentially a glorified one night stand. Somewhere in the intoxicating sensation of his tongue dancing with yours, you started to get the idea that he was catching feelings too.
He abruptly pushed you back on the bed, angling your hips to line up with his. He grinned. “Such a pretty pussy, fitting for such a pretty girl,” He praised, “Gonna make you cum harder than your boyfriend ever could.”
“Good fucking luck,” Satoru hissed, almost subconsciously undoing his jeans, “That’s my girl Suguru. No one makes her feel as good as I do.”
“Is that so?” Suguru scoffed, running the thick tip of his cock against your slit and gathering the slick there, “Wanna bet?”
“Bet what?” Satoru’s eyes didn’t leave Suguru’s dick, his shoulders tensing with anticipation and annoyance as he waited for him to enter you. For his best friend to desecrate the temple that previously belonged only to him.
“Your girl.” Suguru smirked as he pushed into you, watching the way your body seized as you took in a sharp breath. You called out his name, gripping down on him and sending a shiver rolling down his spine. Fuck fuck. He was never going to be able to go back to his hand after this. “If I win, we make this a regular thing.” he managed to force out.
“And if I win?” Satoru asked, finally giving into himself and releasing his dick.
“Well if you win I won’t steal your girlfriend.” Suguru laughed as he set his pace. Gojo felt rage explode in his chest at the thought that Suguru could steal you from him, and an indescribable excitement that he even wanted to. He moaned softly as he started to work himself in his hand in time to Sugurus thrusts into you.
“Bet. You heard the man Baby Girl, that means you can’t cum.” Gojo laughed humorlessly.
“N-no fair!” You gasped out as Suguru pushed straight into your g-spot. It was like he instinctively knew your body and how to make it melt for him. Like he was born to fuck you into oblivion.
“Don’t listen to him Sweetheart.” Suguru groaned as your plush walls pulled him in, “You can cum as many times as you want for me.” He assured you, moving his hand to rub expert circles into your sensitive clit. You whined pathetically as the pleasure started to build in your stomach. Already your body buzzed with need, your previous orgasm making your body overly reactive to him. You clawed at the sheets to try and ground yourself.
“Fuck, Suguru, so good..” You huffed, before biting your lip to try and distract yourself from the bliss that was filling you. Gojo whined from his spot away from the bed, wanting nothing more than to be the one making those pretty sounds come from your mouth.
“Fuck Satoru.” Suguru groaned to try and distract himself- he didn’t want to cum yet either, “This pussy is divine. You get this every night? You’re a lucky man.” He laughed. Gojo felt a sick sense of pride swell in his chest. He knew your pussy felt divine, he was the one who chrisented it. He knew how lucky he was that it was his. He wondered if Suguru knew how lucky he was to get to feel it for even a night.
He wanted nothing more than to push Suguru away from you. To fold you in half and remind you who your fucking boyfriend was. To cover all of those awful marks that weren’t his. He couldn’t bring himself to move though. Because as much as he hated the scene before him, he couldn’t deny it was the hottest fucking thing he had ever seen in his life. Watching his best friend fuck his girlfriend stupid was better than opium.
“I-I’m so close please-” You gasped as you felt your cunt clench around Suguru, and his groan filled your ears. You felt like you were on fire with desire, your body trembling as you tried to hold back the tsunami of euphoria building up inside you.
“Hold it.” Gojo growled, frustration growing with his hands inability to replicate how you felt.
“Ignore him Sweetheart,” Suguru cooed in your ear, trailing soft kisses down your jaw, “Cum all over me, show me how much you like my cock.” You tried, you tried so hard to listen to your boyfriend. But he just felt so fucking good. Every buck of his hips hit your sweet spot, every swipe of his finger sent electric waves through you. There was heroine in his touch and euphoria in his words. You couldn’t hold back.
You came hard around him, your cunt clenching him and pulling him in deeper. Ecstasy crashed down on you with a vengeance, rocking your body and leaving you trembling. Your body was already sensitive from your first climax, and this one felt 5 times as strong. Suguru gave Gojo a wicked grin as you creamed on him. He didn’t have to say it for them to both know what he was thinking.
Your girl, huh?
“And that makes two for me.” He laughed as he continued to buck into you. Gojo growled at his friend's cocky attitude. His hand wasn’t getting him anything other than frustration. He had to make a move.
“Does that feel good Baby Girl?” Gojo cooed to you. You nodded, struggling to catch your breath. Suguru just wouldn’t let up, and you were already trembling. “Use your words.”
“So good.” You whined.
“Tell him what you want, Baby.” Gojo commanded. He knew if he wanted his turn, Suguru needed to nut.
“I want you to fill me up,” You muttered, making eye contact with Suguru. You had been with Gojo long enough to know that ‘tell me what you want’ ment ‘bed for my load’ and you were more than happy to beg for Suguru. “I want you to cum inside me, please Sugu, you feel ‘s good, wanna make you feel good.” you slurred. And while your words made Gojo see red, he saw the way Suguru’s hips stuttered in their movement, saw the way his forearms flexed as he tightened his grip on you- trying to ground himself.
Suddenly, Gojo was out of his chair and behind Suguru. “She feels good doesn’t she?” He rasped into Sugurus neck, his hand tracing up from the brunette's happy trail and up his chest.
“So fucking good.” Suguru groaned. He knew he should pull out. He knew he should switch positions, do something- anything- to keep from blowing his load just yet.
But fuck he was so close.
“She takes cock good too.” Satoru chuckled, taking Sugurus' chin and pulling his head down. His eyes fell to where the two of you were connected. Where you were covering him with your thick slick, watching a white ring form in his pubes. “She wants your cum inside her Sug,” Gojo hummed, “Give her what she wants.” He punctuated his words with a sharp tug of Sugurus' long hair.
Suguru fell apart. His normally steady rhythm became erratic as he came deep inside of you, shooting thick white ropes into your cervix. You screamed his name embarrassingly loud, his harsh thrusts coupled with the warm feeling inside of your overly sensitive body resulting in your third climax. You fluttered around him and milked Suguru’s cock for all it was worth, leaving you both exhausted after.
Suguru glared at Gojo. That was a dirty cheater move from a spoiled brat. “That makes three for me.” He groaned as he pulled out. Gojo reached around Suguru, taking two fingers and gathering the cum leaking from your weeping hole. He brought it up to his lips, making a show of sucking his fingers clean of Sugurus seed.
He grinned as he pulled his fingers out with a pop. “That makes it my turn.” he winked to hide how frantic he was. Seeing Suguru get lost in the pleasure of your cunt was by far the sexiest thing Gojo had ever seen, and more than anything he wanted to cum where Suguru did. Partly to claim you as his own again. But, mostly to fuck his best friends load deeper into you, to use it as lube as he brought you to yet another high.
Fuck, maybe he could share.
Suguru moved out of the way, but didn’t go sit on the cuck chair. Instead he positioned himself behind you, resting your head in his lap. Gojo took his previous place, and wasted no time in shoving his cock in you up to his base. You yelped in shock as he did. Suguru may have been thicker than Gojo, but Satoru still had length on him. And the sudden attack on your cervix jolted you back to life.
“Suguru!” You yelped, head still spinning in bliss.
“Wrong.” Gojo snapped, with two hard- almost painful- thrusts of his hips, “”Try again Baby Girl.”
“Satoru…” You whimpered out as you realized your mistake.
“Don’t worry Sweetheart, I’m still here.” Suguru purred from behind you, bending down to kiss your lips. You moaned softly, before pulling away with a yelp as Satoru set a punishing pace.
“He might be here, but I’m the only one that matters.” He growled as he ruthlessly hyper focused your bullied g-spot. You whined as your body reacted to him, an intense stabbing pleasure coursing through you as a fog of lust further clouded your brain.
The relief that flooded Gojo as he finally entered you was unlike anything he had ever felt before. He had never been so needy before in his life, had never been forced to wait for anything. Finally sliding into your cum filled cunt was the closest Satoru Gojo was ever going to get to heaven. He growled as he chased his high inside of you, watching the way your eyes glazed over as your breath caught in your throat.
“You still with me Baby?” He asked with a soft laugh.
“”S so so good..” You slurred, feeling the buzzing bliss build up inside you and knowing you weren’t far away from orgasm number four.
“Awe, how cute.” Suguru laughed as his hand found your chest and started to play with your nipples, “Our sluts real pretty when she’s cock drunk Satoru.”
“Ain’t she?” Satoru grinned, completely missing the use of “Our” as opposed to “Your” but not missing the slick smirk on Sugurus face. He moved to throw your legs over his shoulders folding you and half and fucking you deeper than before. He grinned, now inches away from Suguru.
“What are you smirking at?”
“I’m smirking at how desperate you both are.” Suguru grinned. Satoru growled, realizing he was closer than he thought he was. His hand fell down to your overly sensitive clit fumbling to massage it, only for Suguru to brush his hand away. He started to rub you there instead.
“Here, let me help. Since you’re at such a disadvantage anyway.” Suguru smiled like he was helping to take in groceries and not finger fuck his best friends girl.
“How generous of you.” Gojo scoffed.
“No problem Pretty Boy.” Gojo could feel his face catch fire at the pet name, and felt his hips stutter.
“Shut up.” He grumbled at Suguru, looking down to hide how flustered he got and to try and focus on how warm and soft you felt.
“Make me.” Suguru laughed, using his free hand to pull Gojo up by the hair and force him to look at him. Satoru felt his heart skip a beat.
“You think I won’t?” Satoru chuckled to try and regain some confidence, “You think I won’t fuck you as soon as I’m done with he-” He was cut off by Suguru pulling him into a harsh kiss, all tounges and teeth and desperation. Satoru could taste you on Sugurus tongue, and he came harder than he had ever come in his life. Pleasure attacking his body with hard and fast waves as he desperately tried to fuck you through his high.
Suguru pulled back with a giant, wicked smirk. He watched as Gojos head fell next to yours as he tried to catch his breath. “Oh, did you cum already, Pretty Boy?” He tisked, “Guess that’s zero for you and three for me.”
Gojo glared up at him through his eye lashes. “Oh, I’m not out yet.” He grumbled as he pulled out. He fell between your legs, and licked his lips at what he found. Your pretty pussy clenching around nothing, your natural lube mixing with his and sugurus loads and drizzling out of you. He wished he had his phone on him, a picture this pretty should be his lock screen. He licked it all up, taking the concoction onto his tongue and tasting how well the three of you mixed.
“Oh, you really are a freak.” Suguru teased.
“You say while in bed with me.” Gojo scoffed before going back to his meal, eating you out like it was the last thing he’d ever do. You tasted immaculate on your own, but the taste of him, the taste of Suguru mixing with your own sweetness was a new type of drug. You whined in oversensitive pleasure as you dug your nails into his snow white hair.
“Here, let me help,” Suguru hummed, reaching a hand down and massaging your clit. “Our girl deserves it.” The added stimulation was so fucking much. Your body was still trembling and hyper aware. You had never cum more than three times in a night, and your body wasn’t ready for the fourth- despite desperately wanting it. You whined a name (maybe Gojos?) As pleasure filled your brain and replaced any coherent thought you could have had.
Suguru looked down at you and felt his cock get harder at the scene. Your eyes were glazed over with intense lust and need, mouth hanging open as drool began to dribble down your chin. Your hair was fucked and your breathing ragged, and the thin sheen of sweat made you seem to glow. He leaned down and kissed you again, capturing your lips with a desperate need and what he hoped you knew was adoration.
You came harder than you had ever cum in your life. It was almost painful- the electrical fire of pleasure that burned through your body, incinerating whatever common sense you had left and leaving nothing but a needy whore in its wake. You grinded against Gojos face, hips thrusting frantically despite the pain. Suguru pulled away, you screamed as Satoru worked you through your high, your body unsure how to handle all the stimulation.
Gojo pulled away-collecting his and Sugurus cum on his tongue- only to pull up and kiss you. He filled your mouth with the flavors of the three of you, and you kissed him back greedily. Satoru pulled back, licking at the line of drool that connected you two. He sat up.
“You still with us, Pretty Girl?” He asked, and you whined out softly.
“I don’t know Satoru, I think she’s reaching her limit.” Suguru said, lovingly brushing your hair out of your face. The care in his eyes as he looked at you set something on fire inside of Gojo, though he didn’t know what.
“I think she can take one more.” He said, pulling you from his friends arms and into his own. Suguru almost punched him, having you taken from his arms activating a protective part of his brain he didn’t even know he had. He had to remind himself that you were Gojo’s girl too before he did something violent.
Gojo laid down next to Suguru, giving him a wink as he guided you down onto his hardened cock. Suguru watched the way your back arched as you were filled once again. The ragged moan you let out was music to his ears as Gojo started to thrust into you from under you. Without even realizing it, Geto’s fingers found your free hole, slowly working you open while the pleasure from Gojos cock distracted you from any pain you may have felt.
He couldn’t let Satoru have you alone. Gojo noticed and raised an eyebrow at him, then grinned. “If you thought her cunt was nice, wait until you feel her ass.” He laughed. You didn’t even process Gojos words, definitely not fast enough to take them as the warning that they were. All you knew, was suddenly your ass was on fire and you felt more full than you had ever been in your life.
“Motherfucker!” You shouted out, using the last of your brain function to push back onto him.
“Oh, so she can still speak.” Gojo teased. Suguru growled as he pounded into your tight little ass in time with Gojos thrusts. You shook your head.
“Too much, ‘s much-” You slurred.
“You can handle it Princess,” Suguru groaned into your ear. He used one hand to brace himself against your hip, and his other to play with your clit. You whined and it really was all too much. The way Satoru’s long cock perfectly graced your g-spot, how Sugurus expert fingers massaged your nub, how full both of the men made you feel. You felt so far out of your body and so overwhelmed by them all at once.
All of it combined together into a crescendo, a tidal wave of ecstasy and euphoria crashing into you and sending you astral projecting into the ninth dimension. Your didn’t realize how fucking good it felt to be treated like a toy, to be fucked with reckless abandon and to your absolute limit. Your mind went blank as stars exploded in front of your eyes, and you were forced to endure them as they fucked you through your so-good-it-hurt orgasm.
Satoru was next to lose it. The view of your tits bouncing as you fucked yourself on them- cumming on not just his cock, but on Sugurus at the same time. He came hard inside of you, filling your already filled pussy to the brim and watching as it all leaked out of you.
Suguru wasn't far behind, your tight warm walls pulling it out of him with efficiency. He didn’t bother to pull out either, not until he had fully unloaded into you. Not until he was forced to. He pulled out as you collapsed onto Satoru. Gojo slipped out as he rolled you onto your side next to him, and smiled as Suguru crumbled onto your opposite side.
“You did so good Sweetheart,” Suguru cooed as he kissed the back of your head, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close.
“You were such a good girl for us.” Satoru confirmed as he kissed your forehead, and draped one of his arms around you. The two men cuddled you close, sandwiching you in between them.
“So this means I win, right?’ Suguru smirked, “Four to one?”
“What? Where did you get four?! Were three to two.” Gojo corrected. His friend just shrugged.
“All I’m hearing is that I win anyway.”
“Why do you wanna win so bad anyway?’ Gojo pouted, “What, You like playing with my toys that much?”
“Yep.” Suguru wasn’t in the business of mincing words, “Hey man, this was all your idea to begin with. Why stop at one threesome?” Gojo hated to admit it, but he has a point.
“Because I’m sure my girl isn’t interested in a polycule.” he grumbled. He wasn’t sure about that. He wasn’t even sure he wasn’t interested.
“Did you ask her?” Suguru teased, “What do you think, Baby Girl? Want me in your bed again?”
“I think I’m very tired.” You muttered, feeling your eyes get heavy as the warmth of the boys comforted you. They both looked at each other, a little embarrassed to have glossed over the very obvious fact that you weren’t really able to have this conversation right now.
“Right, sorry Baby Girl.” Gojo muttered.
“Get some sleep, Beautiful.” Suguru sighed as he kissed your head again, “Happy Halloween Baby.”
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Exhaustion and lust eat away at your body, the dull taste of the average man slowly tainting your taste buds.
You know what you need. You need to feed on someone special.
Hot guys don’t cut it anymore. Sexy is second place.
You need something more.
As you approach a particular technical college on the outskirts of Tokyo, you don’t realise how soon your desires may be met.
You snoop around the grounds, finding the so-called “sorcerers” who just seem so damn horny.
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You first find a man who you simply cannot ignore. His appearance is striking, ethereal even– and when he’s not condescending and belittling his enemies, bringing them to their knees with his fingers, he’s busy annoying his students and flirting with any woman who meets his high standards.
So you follow him, using your invisibility to keep hidden, realising that he may be quite the challenging target. He’s darting all over the country, teleporting, leaving you unable to keep up. And you start to realise that the man doesn’t fucking sleep, which puts all kinds of holes in your plans to enter his dreams and feed off his pleasure. The last straw that really gets you on edge is that you think he can see you.
Regardless, you finally work up the courage to tail him to his office late at night, where he huffs and collapses on the comfortable chair, his intimidating frame slouching back with his legs spread.
If only he would fall asleep like this, you think, watching as he brings a hand up to his brow, massaging his temples before removing that black blindfold.
You’re left awestruck, firstly by seeing every detail of his beautiful face, then when his hand starts to move down his body, over his shirt, reaching the swell in his pants that he starts to palm.
“Mmhh–” he moans and gives an agonisingly slow hip thrust into his hand.
Your breath hitches, watching him reach under and start to rub himself. Honestly, you don’t blame him for being so pent up– the man can’t catch a break.
So he relives himself with his hand, teasing his cock out of his dark pants, his head lolling back over the office chair.
Seeing him so exposed like this, you would love nothing more than to kiss his handsome jaw, sink your teeth into that veiny neck, strip off his shirt and lick every defined muscle that you’re sure to find underneath, then end up with his cock between your lips.
But you’re too scared. Despite his friendly demeanour, his godly power terrifies you.
So you keep your distance, imagining how he’d feel, how he’d taste.
He picks up his pace, letting out frustrated sighs while his full and flushed cock barely fits in his massive hand.
“Fuck me, I really need to get laid” he mutters before lubricating his tip with a load of spit.
That only makes you feel even more desperate, with all the slick he’d need waiting between your legs.
You swear you can’t help it. As soon as those moaned curses started falling from his lips you got the familiar, wet heat curling in your abdomen.
And you watch on with hazy eyes, seeing how he teases himself with long, slow strokes that make his hips buck, then working up into faster, aggressive pumping that gets his free hand flying over his mouth.
But he can’t stifle those lewd noises now, only getting louder, moaning and gasping as he gets closer.
Your eyes trail all over him, from the tips of his messy, shimmering locks, his eyes that are squeezed shut, the rosy glow to his cheeks, then to his hips, his hand over that throbbing, hard boner, and his swollen head, where all his precum is collecting that you want to suck up so bad it’s got you whimpering.
You’re really struggling to keep quiet, especially now he’s grabbing his shirt and pulling it up in preparation for what’s to come. Now you can see those tensing abs, his body shuddering and erupting, your panties are completely soaked through, arousal coating your thighs.
What a waste, you think, watching him spill the delicious essence all over his convulsing stomach.
But he is relieved, nonetheless, his grip relaxing as his hips slow down.
“Nghh– fuck–” he squeezes the last few drops out and reaches for a tissue, bright eyes flashing and connecting with yours. Directly. Intensely. It’s fleeting, but leaves a trail of goosebumps tingling down your spine.
He can’t see me. There’s no way.
You linger in the shadows for a moment longer, then slink away as he starts fixing his shirt and pants, replacing the black fabric over his eyes.
⋆
A few days later, brimming with impatience, you follow him to his penthouse apartment where he finally took the night off and passed out on his sofa.
Now the real fun begins.
You approach the angelic man, admiring those unruly white hairs, the feline curves of his closed eyes, those beautiful, pink lips. It’s always the most devious men who look this way when they’re sleeping.
Entering his dreams easily, you unzip his pants and peel down his tight boxers, slipping him in your mouth and sucking till he’s hard and panting.
“Hnn— ahhh– feels s’good, so hot–” his lewd praise encourages you until you’re sucking at him messily, feeling him bulge bigger in your mouth.
“Yes, oh fuck, like that–” you love how his moans are flowing so freely in his subconscious state.
“Oh damn– yesss, yeah, fuck don’t stop–” he’s getting louder, bucking his hips until a confused expression crosses his face, “fuck– who, who even– uhnn– S-Sugu–”
He’s interrupted by his long, hard orgasm, as you finally get to taste his hot cum after a week of temptation. He’s exquisite, a delicacy. Powerful men always taste the best, after all. So you suck him dry and feel his revitalising energy coursing through you, making you hum with satisfaction.
Feeling pleased with yourself, you sit up and fix your hair, only to be interrupted by the man below you fidgeting and stirring awake. Your eyes flit to his, where he’s returning a long, hard stare.
“You think you can just take my cum and leave?”
“H-how–” you stutter, feeling confused as most of your prey can’t even remember what happened to them, let alone see you while they’re awake.
“I could see you following me the whole time, silly thing” his words make you cringe with embarrassment.
“Wait– oh…”
“You enjoy the show the other day?” he asks with a cocky smile.
Shit. You can’t believe this fucker.
“I- I am not a thing” you pout.
“Oh,” he scoffs, “well I’m sorry… even people like me have blind spots, sugar. Why don’t you tell me what you are?”
“A succubus.” You eye him up and down, “And you are not a person.” You retort, feeling sour from his humiliating tone.
“Whoa, whoa now, pretty thing…” he repeats, making you glare back at his stupid smile, “if you’re gonna get nasty I might have to teach you a lesson.”
“A-ah…” your insides curl up, feeling him grinding into you below.
“N-no, no–” you push down on him, fluttering up to the high ceiling of his apartment.
There’s no way you could take someone like him after your dry spell. And after the last time you had sex, getting roughed up and wrecked so badly that you could barely stumble away? There’s no chance you’re ready right now.
“Not scared of me, are ya?” he tugs at his still hard member, tucking it away when he sees your wide eyes.
“Well just come down here and I’ll make you feel good”
You shake your head, eyes darting around as you flap further away. You know men and their ulterior motives all too well.
“Have it your way, pretty thing,” he murmurs before his body lifts off the sofa. You can only stare, nerves stirring in the pit of your stomach while you watch him seamlessly float up to join you.
“Y’know it’s rude to lead a guy on like that?” he questions, pulling you closer while you blink up at him in disbelief.
“W-wasn’t…” you shake your head, covering your body, “just taking what I needed.” You realise how selfish you sound now, but you were dying of hunger.
“And what about me, hm?”
You can’t deny the way he’s making your heart race now with his brilliant eyes staring into yours.
“You know what I need?”
Spreading your legs with his thigh, he pushes under your dress and over your little thong that remained in place all evening.
“Let me give you something…” he mutters over your lips, your eyes jerking down to his bulge, making him chuckle.
“How about this, to start with?” a sly smile spreads over his features, his seductive tone making you shiver.
He slides the damp material to the side and sinks two fingers inside you slowly.
You protest weakly, pushing at his wrist, which only makes him grin viciously and dig his long fingers in deeper.
Massaging your clit with his thumb, he fingers you in midair and holds your body against his, loving how you start to relax and place your hands on his arms.
“That’s it” he coos, pulling you into an intense kiss, his tongue all over yours in a messy display of lust.
He starts curling his fingers now, knowing exactly how to get that warm pleasure building in your little body. He watches you spread yourself wider, taking him harder until your head spins and you lose balance.
“A-ahh–” you let out a cry, feeling him catch you and steady you.
“Easy, there you go”
“Th-thank you” you whisper between soft moans.
“Oh,” he smiles, “didn’t know things like you had manners”
“S-stop calling me that!” you can barely get pissed off with the man, with the way he’s making you feel.
“Scary…” his eyebrows wiggle, his smile getting wider, “what’s a little thing like you gonna do?”
“Stop it!!” you cry, pushing away suddenly and flapping up to the sparkly chandelier that’s mounted in the ceiling.
To your shock his body flashes right in front of you with a wide grin on his face. You can’t process what just happened but he’s tugging you away from the light, letting out an unhinged laugh as an invisible force pushes you flat against the ceiling.
“Now, now, you were takin’ my fingers so well,” he brings his body to hover right under yours, a menacing undertone surfacing in his voice.
Confusion and fear seep through you, your body frozen in place by some kind of telekinesis. Your lip trembles, watching his smile turn sinister while he snaps your thong off with a flick of his wrist.
“Would be a shame to stop there, hm?”
He frees his cock again, pushing your dress up and teasing you, splitting you open with his smooth, wet tip, while casually maintaining the immense pressure over your body.
“Mm, I was just tryna be nice, pretty thing,” he coos, pushing your hair away, “but now I’m afraid you have no choice…”
You shake your head vigorously, unable to even talk, your legs spreading wider for him against your will.
“Hm,” he chuckles, feeling your body start to grip at his tip, “suckin’ me in?”
“It’s ok,” he coos and strokes your cheek, edging himself in, “m sure you can take it, pretty thing.”
Your body clenches up and struggles to take him, trembling with only half his length. That only gets him more worked up, pumping harder until he forces himself deeper.
You think he’s all the way in, your body relaxing slightly, until he sighs and slides in another few inches.
“Yeah that’s it,” he hums with satisfaction, feeling you clench and spasm around him while his fat tip pushes in places you didn’t know existed, “gunna fuck you dumb now.”
He fucks you hard against the ceiling, only getting rougher when he looks down your body, seeing your cream coating his cock.
You can’t believe he’s doing this to you, splitting you open and forcing orgasm after orgasm from your depths.
This arrogant man, his condescending tones– you should be pushing him away, but you can barely breathe, your body in complete submission while your head spins with vertigo.
“Mm–mmmm–” you let out little vocalisations, your eyes flying wide as you helplessly grapple against his strength.
“Nearly there,” he lets off an untamed growl, making you realise he’s nearly as far gone as you, “oh fuckkk me– gunna make such a mess of this pretty pussy”
His mind lost to his carnal desires, his power suddenly pulses, a fresh wave of telekinetic energy slamming you harder.
He sucks and bites at your neck, his massive hands enclosing your hips and tugging you in and forcing himself deeper.
The corners of your vision start to blur, the pressure becoming too much, until you hear a crack in the ceiling above you.
“Fuck–” he pants into your neck, “fuck, ‘m close– please, please hold out f’me, let me, let me fucking fill you– ha–ahhhh–”
With a long groan he finally lets go, the extraordinary force over your body relaxing as he slowly pumps you full of his cum.
“Nnh– ahh–” he hums and sighs, your bodies entangled in a mess of limbs and wings, gradually floating back down to his sofa.
His muscular frame collides with the cushions and you sit up on him, getting your bearings after being suspended for so long.
As he finally stops pumping, you’re overcome with a dizzying, joyful high that could leave you full for weeks. You kiss him all over, feeling totally enamoured, watching exhaustion claim his body.
You realise you got off pretty lightly tonight, with only a few bruises on your arms and neck; a price you’re willing to pay to be as full as you are now.
You can’t help but feel grateful, pressing kisses to his cheek with a soft whisper, “I shall let you rest now.”
Placing a blanket over him and a final kiss to his forehead you murmur your goodbyes, “Dream of me.”
You redress yourself and flutter to the window, taking one last glance at the beautiful man who cured your starvation.
ii ⋆
You make your way back to the Academy where you’ve made a little nest in one of the old dormitories, so far undiscovered.
You rest for a few days and soon find another sorcerer, nearly as tall and handsome as the first. But he seems a little preoccupied, having a particular routine of meeting a beautiful young woman in his office after hours.
Listening to them is one thing, but daring to enter and watch brings a whole new pleasure. You love how needy he is for her; the way she waits for him on his desk, just sitting pretty, until his big hands find her body and tug at her clothes, kissing her skin, leaving little marks.
You love watching her beg for more, and the sorcerer so willingly gives everything to her, until he’s stripping and fucking her slow and deep on his desk.
Oh, how you wish to be that woman.
Perhaps if you worked your way into both of their subconsciouses…? You start to think, pondering the possibility of having two mates.
But there’s something more in his eyes– it’s not just lust. He loves this woman. And you can’t deny anybody their sweet love.
You linger a little more, on the verge of defeat, until your invisibility slips one evening.
The girl was stepping through the corridor towards his office when she first saw you, leaving you both startled.
You presumed she would be scared by your strange appearance and non-human features, but instead she seemed intrigued, amazed even.
She spoke to you respectfully and politely then took your hand and stepped into her lover’s office, “Come with me, let me introduce you to Kento!”
She sounds so excited, pulling you inside and bringing you to stand under the large frame of the man you’ve been stalking.
“Succubus?” He crooks an eyebrow, his gaze finding your slightly pointed ears and little wings.
You just nod, feeling a little embarrassed under their curious stares.
“Um, so, I don’t know much about succubi but–” the woman hesitates, looking between her partner and you, “don’t you need… sex, to survive?”
Again, you nod sheepishly.
“A-are you hungry?” She asks with a little smile.
Your eyes shine brightly, taking a liking to the girl’s line of questioning. Although you haven’t tried it, you’re pretty sure a woman’s essence would fill you just as well.
“A- a little.” You reply quietly, overcome with greed.
You did take some of the most potent, filling pleasure you’ve had in a long time only days ago, so you’re not starved. But you could eat.
The man’s narrow eyes find the bruises on your neck, his gaze hanging there as he contemplates.
“Satoru?”
You nod again, a blush starting to tingle your cheeks.
“You’ve already been with him, hm?” He gives his partner a knowing look, “Shall we show you how a woman should really be treated?”
You’ve never been so excited in your damn life. It surges through your body and ends up coming out as a little flap of your wings and a rather humiliating squeak.
And they show you exactly what you’ve been missing out on for all these years, with her soft lips over yours, his strong hands guiding you to perch on his desk– just how you’ve seen her many times before.
They spread you and tease you and treat you to the most tantalising pleasure you’ve ever felt– both of them more generous and warm than your previous encounter. You know Satoru was stressed the day you went to him, so you’ll forgive him and probably go back for more once you’ve recovered.
But these two lovers are gentle and caring in their movements, making sure you get everything you need.
“Honey,” he speaks so softly– a voice of a man who’s completely satisfied and cared for– “sit up here, will you?”
He places his girl next to you on his desk, admiring the way your hand instinctively reaches out to hers, bringing her into a delicate kiss. You’ve never tasted anything so sweet.
You pull away when you feel Kento’s hand on your knee. He kisses his partner passionately, his hands working up both of your thighs to feel between your legs. You watch his tongue sliding over hers as she lets out the cutest whimpers. You wonder if that’s how you sound.
He pulls away with a look in his eyes that makes you tremble. And he’s not even looking at you.
“Beautiful,” he whispers a compliment, now spreading the slick over both of your folds.
He turns to you, his sharp eyes trailing over your semi-nude body, and with shock crossing your features you watch him kneel.
“W-why–” you stutter, only to find the woman’s hands turning you to face her.
“Just let him do it, ok sweetheart?” She coos, her voice sending tingles through your mind.
“Do w-w–” your stammering is silenced when you feel his lips connect below, and hers over your mouth.
You’re used to draining men and stealing their pleasure, but receiving that pleasure is all new.
You moan and squirm on the desk, your legs spread to allow the gorgeous man below you to enter you repeatedly with his tongue. He pushes you open and laps you up, placing his wide tongue over your folds then sucking and biting.
He’s got that warm feeling going through you in no time while the beautiful girl next to you gives you a lesson on just how gently she can kiss.
Her lips tickle against yours while she sucks and tongues you like no man has ever done before. Her hands wander over your body and pinch at your little nipples, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure to leave you gushing again.
You start to feel bad for the man below you– he must be drowning by now. But all you can hear is his moaning and the wet, slick sound of him drinking you.
Once he’s taken his fill of you, he pulls away and gives his girl the same treatment. And you watch how he does it, amazed by how he’s shoving himself so deep between her legs– how can he even breathe!?
Needless to say, he doesn’t care. He’s wrapped up in pleasure giving and that’s all he can focus on, taking her waist in his hands and bringing her ever closer.
You watch how she convulses and needily grabs at your body, pulling you closer and moaning over your lips with pupils so dilated you can barely see the colour of her eyes.
And she’s satisfied, her body relaxed while she strokes your hair and he pulls away.
Now you’re getting really excited, seeing what he’s doing next. He’s pulling the gorgeous woman onto the wooden floor of his office, then you, right next to her. And he is the one now perching on his desk.
You look up at the swell in his pants and yearn to finally taste him, your body going into overdrive when he slips himself out.
You hesitate, looking at his girlfriend for a moment until she answers your unspoken question of who gets to go first.
“Come on, pretty girl, there’s enough for both of us,” she says with a smile, gently placing your eagerly waiting mouth over his large member.
And you suck and share him till he’s thrusting between your lips and getting close to his release. To your sheer amazement the girl pulls away and whispers in your ear, “You can taste him, sweetie.”
You squirm and take him all the way down, earning a loud moan from the man and a surprised giggle from the girl.
“Wow!! You’re so good at that!” She strokes the back of your neck then stands up to face her gorgeous man.
“She’s deepthroating you so well… I can’t believe it. How does it feel, Ken?” She coos, tracing her fingertips over his marble like abs.
“F-feels s’good sweetie,” he replies as you swallow his massive tip over and over.
Of course, this is your go to, so you should be good at it. But it makes you feel proud to receive compliments from these two. The way they fuck often leaves you feeling desperate for it just like that.
But now you’ve got his hips stuttering and his hand in your hair, you can only concentrate on his release.
You hum and moan over him, your lashes batting up to take fleeting glances over his body, his lips attached to his lover’s.
And he thrusts so deep and hard, finishing with a gruff moan and a tug of your hair– the only harsh movement you’ve felt all night.
You suck and swallow till he pushes you off and watches you lick up the mess on your chin, leaving you panting and giddy with pleasure.
Your stomach swells full with his seed, making more and more power surge through you. You’re going to be unstoppable soon, with all of this magical liquid you’re being given.
iii ⋆
A few days later, curiosity got the better of you once more, leading you to a labyrinth of deep, underground tunnels beneath the academy where you followed someone new.
This next one’s a little tricky because, like you, it seems that he’s not supposed to be here. He’s snooping around, evading the covered gaze of the white haired sorcerer.
You slink through the dark tunnels after him, wondering how someone so large can be so silent. He has a strange energy around him– not like the rest. It’s unsettling. And this time it really does feel like he can see you, or sense you somehow, his dark eyes flashing each time he turns to look over his shoulder.
Your heart starts racing with every twist and turn in the claustrophobic tunnels, following him closely until you come to a fork in the pathway.
Which way did he go?
He seems to be near enough untraceable– no scent, no footprints. So you choose quickly and keep moving.
The adrenaline is pumping through your veins now while you retrace your footsteps, creeping along the dark pathways, panicking that you’re utterly lost down here... with that formidable man.
You’re pacing around in the maze which is only getting darker, and possibly deeper, until you round a corner and he’s facing you.
His ears prick when you sharply intake a breath in shock, his narrow eyes somehow find yours, then his hand twitches.
He raises his arm, reaching out in front of him.
Pure terror holds you still, watching his hand grab for you.
He reaches your throat.
“Hm, there you are,” his lips curl into a pleased smirk.
“Show yourself.”
You hesitate.
“Now.”
You obey, unwillingly, as he squeezes your windpipe.
“Hm,” he steps closer, figuring you out while you struggle for air.
You wriggle in his grip, your hands prying at his solid forearm while you take in little strangled breaths.
“Succubus, right?” his voice drips with malice.
You nod rigidly, your eyes flicking over his features, only able to discern that he looks terrifying.
His smile widens, seeing the fear in your eyes.
“Hungry?”
“Mm mm–” you shake your head.
“What do you mean, no? You already found some cock?”
He watches pink tinge your ears, letting out a dry laugh.
“Aw, you thought the sorcerers up there were cute, hmm?”
He hums and teases, watching you squeeze your eyes closed.
“Wonder if you met my pathetic excuse of a son…” he mutters absentmindedly, his grip on your neck becoming slack as he’s seemingly lost in thought.
You take this opportunity to duck and escape his hold, leaving you darting down the corridor with him hot on your heels.
You hurtle through the tunnel, flapping and running for your life while his footsteps echo in your ears. You feel him mere inches behind you, your body halted and the pathway spinning when his powerful arms secure around your waist.
He caught you so easily, his torso pressed up against your back with his hand over your nose and mouth.
“You’ve got nowhere to go, little one”
“Mmm– mmmpph–” you cry into his palm, writhing and pushing on his chest your wings.
“Trying to escape will only make it worse,” you feel his hot breath in your ear again.
You soon realise it’s not a fair fight against his sheer size and strength, your body slumping in defeat.
“Now,” he breathes in deeply, his lips ghosting your cheek, leaving goosebumps in their wake, “I’m gonna fill you better than any of those spineless fuckers up there.”
His free hand starts to massage between your legs while your eyes get heavy, the corners of your vision starting to fade from the lack of oxygen.
“‘m gonna fill you up to... here” he traces his hand up your stomach, “no, here.”
He finally catches on that you’re about to pass out, moving his hand from your mouth back to your throat.
You gasp and choke while he tugs your dress and panties away, splitting your labia and circling your clit.
Despite being afraid for your life, what he’s doing to you is stirring a deep, longing arousal that leaves you feeling disgusted.
You don’t want this. You don’t want him.
But your shaking and squirming is only urging him on, laughing bitterly at your stupid attempts to free yourself.
Removing his fingers, you feel him push his cock through your thighs, making you let out a little sob.
Fuck, he’s too big.
“N-nnn- pl- pl-” you only manage little stutters, shaking your head while his hand still squeezes you tight.
“Pretend you don’t want this. S’fine with me.”
He mutters in your ear and you can only feel his heavy bulge swelling thicker, leaving you alarmed and trying to peer back at him, desperate to see how big he is before he ruins you.
Your look of worry earns another snicker. “Yes, sweetie, I’m gonna be bigger than all the pathetic lowlifes you’ve taken up there, might hurt you a little. Sorry bout that”
His conceited words, laced with twisted sadism, are enough to convince you that he’s not sorry.
In fact, you’re getting an inclination that every pained moan he’s dragging from your lips is making him want you more.
As much as that should have you trembling and begging for him to stop, you only find yourself spreading your legs wider.
“So fucking eager”
He finally releases your throat, tugging at your hair now.
“You wanna good fucking, hm?” he growls in your ear.
“N-no, can’t–!” your voice contradicts your body once again.
“Think you’re lying”
“Let’s see what you’ve got to say when I get this cock inside you, hm?” he threatens, dragging himself over your shamefully soaked entrance.
You know it’s gonna hurt, so you brace yourself, finding that his arrogant warning was completely and utterly justified.
“I, I can’t, no please don’t– fuck!” you let out shrill cries, feeling him spread you over his tip, his thumb digging into your skin.
“You can. And you fucking will” he sibilates.
He splits you wider, forcing himself into your too small hole.
“Yeah, let me in, like that– fuck yes you dirty little girl, squeeze me tighter”
You never knew you could feel like this. The pain is overwhelming, making tears streak down your face, but the pleasure has you pushing on the wall and humping his cock like a horny fucking mess.
He laughs, squeezing at your ass while he fucks you greedily.
And you can tell, now that he’s turning you to face him, grinning and watching you sob, that this man is evil to his core.
He fucks you deep and hard, nearly lifting you off the ground with his brutal thrusts, only for your body to meet the cold, hard wall in front.
His face inching closer as if to intimidate you more, he sneers, his dark eyes glowering as he seems to feed off your fear.
But you’re feeding off his pleasure now, squirming as your echoed moans travel down the dark, dingy tunnel.
He feels you spasm and he bucks his hips harshly, grunting and enjoying the pressure over his erection.
“Hm, knew you were nothing but a slutty little concubine,” he hisses, “made for stealing cum.”
“Well now you’re getting it– fuck, take it you little slut–” he growls and ejaculates so hard into your core it extends your orgasm, leaving you panting, your heart pounding in your chest.
You’re lost in a trance, oozing full of this wicked man’s seed. You weren’t even hungry, but this excess will only make you stronger so you take every last drop.
He finally releases you, letting you fall to your knees as your vision starts to blur.
“I hope you come looking for me again” he hisses his final words in your ear then steps away, your body succumbing to fatigue.
iiiv ⋆
Regaining consciousness and making it out of the tunnels after your feverish experience, you’ve taken to hiding in your little dormitory, only venturing out to stretch your wings now and then.
You’re out for an evening stroll when you notice a particular dark haired sorcerer you haven’t seen before. You were only going to the vending machine to get a soda, but you may be getting a bit distracted.
Using your invisibility, you step to the side of the illuminated machine and watch him approach, shoving some coins in and selecting his desired drink.
He looks pissed off. And tired.
He snatches the can of coffee from the machine and starts striding away. You follow him on impulse, ignoring the nagging voice telling you this is dangerous, don’t you remember what happened last time?
You get to his apartment door, but you at least have the sense not to enter tonight.
He shrugs off his jacket and approaches the window, where you’re hovering just outside, peeking through the open curtains. Squinting his eyes, he peers into the night and seems to make direct eye contact with you. You panic momentarily, flitting about, until you realise he’s looking through you, at the moon.
He sighs, rubs his forehead and rests his head in his palms, leaning on the windowsill.
He looks deep in thought, perhaps worried. But that doesn’t take away from his breathtaking beauty, especially in the starlight.
He tilts his head up, allowing you to see his pretty features, and you watch the way his deep blue eyes stare so longingly, his dark lashes batting with every tired blink. He runs a hand over his neck, ruffling his inky black mess of hair, and to your pleasure he reaches further back, tugging his t-shirt up and pulling it over his head.
You can see his whole upper body now, illuminated in the pale glow of the moon.
He’s enchanting.
You watch him for a moment longer, your eyes lingering lower and lower, until he pulls the curtains closed and you hear him step away.
In your agitated disappointment you try to follow him from the outside, searching for another window. But to your dismay you find his bathroom blinds closed as you hear him turn on the shower, so you withdraw for the night and return to your room.
During the following days you cannot get his image out of your mind. You desperately chase after him, but he’s just so busy you can barely keep up.
You watch him work like a dog, up to his nose in assignments and missions, some with other sorcerers, most by himself. He sometimes advises students when he gets time, but he seems too busy to be involved in teaching like some of the others. Whatever his role is, he seems to be working himself to the bone, leaving him exhausted.
You hear the students calling his first name in the corridors… how rude, you think.
But you get to hear his name, nonetheless.
Megumi.
And you commit it to your memory, each syllable seared into your mind never to forget.
At the end of each day you watch him trudge to his apartment, sometimes with stacks of books and supplies, other times with blood stained uniform, sometimes both.
Despite his punishing schedule, the man still finds time for himself, allowing you to watch his routines as you start following him closely, daring to enter his cosy home.
You’ve seen his nighttime habits play through for the whole week, and on Friday it’s the same deal; showering, eating, cleaning, relaxing. He often reads or perches on the small balcony, sometimes playing music to fill the silence of his solitude. Perhaps he likes it like this. He seems quite content.
You watch him flick off the stereo, turn the lights down and head to bed, humming softly to himself. He sets his book on the bedside table and you know your favourite part is coming next.
Every time you see him you have to bite your lip so tight so you don’t make a noise.
But you can’t take your eyes away when he strips himself.
He gets into bed and to your surprise, doesn’t pick up his book.
He props himself up against the headboard and his hand starts running down his defined chest and abs.
Oh my god, he’s finally masturbating!
You manage to hold back a delighted squeak and watch him massage himself, the covers pulled over where you need to see him most.
But he grunts and sighs until there’s an incredible tent in his sheets.
Wow. Your mouth hangs open.
He gets hotter, his pent up frustrations building, until he rips the covers down and exposes himself fully.
“Oh” you accidentally whimper out loud, seeing his erection for the first time.
Luckily he didn’t hear you over his heavy breathing, and your hand was already covering your mouth in anticipation of letting something slip.
You watch him in his pleasure filled state, his usual frown replaced by bite swollen lips and flushed cheeks. His eyebrows bunch up, his mouth hanging open with a quiet moan. His hips stutter and quiver looking as though he’s about to release, but his hand only slows.
Oh fuck.
You have to start touching yourself to the sight of him. It’s very rare that you do this, the pleasure does not satiate you, but tonight you can’t resist. You want to feel connected to him.
Your fingers snake down into your soaked panties and you start tracing your clit while he edges himself.
You catch up with him quickly, bringing yourself up to the precipice of a hard orgasm only for him to stop again. You let a little whimper slip and your body freezes, in tandem with his.
Then you go again, watching him look down as if to question what he’s doing to himself. You follow his pace carefully, tapping yourself in sync with his pumping.
This time his abs start clenching up and you watch the way his waist dips in so beautifully. You can tell he’s going to do it this time, now his jerking and thrusting is getting harder and faster.
Out of all his sexual pleasure and beauty, the sight that brings you down is him spitting on his cock.
Your body trembles and clenches around absolutely nothing, watching him get dripping wet, thighs shaking, and he finally releases his hot load over his abs.
You watch him deliver a few final tugs until he reaches for some tissues.
In your countless experiences of edging men, you’ve never seen one do it to himself and enjoy it so much. Although he’s just finished, you can’t wait to see him like that again. Hopefully next time you’ll be the one giving him such feverish pleasure.
⋆
That night has only added fuel to the raging fires of your hunger and desire for this man.
Desperate to get your fix of him, you get to work entering his dreams and finding your way into his fantasies.
To your disadvantage, despite his exhaustion after each long day, he’s tough and ever so resilient, making it difficult to break down the fortified walls of his mind.
It takes you multiple attempts for him to finally let you in, but when he gives in to your temptations, you get him whimpering in seconds and cumming in minutes. It’s a rushed meal, but you’re starving and the way he’s moaning is giving you exactly what you need. It’s like pure ecstasy, his body taking you higher than any man you’ve tasted before.
And you get addicted.
You visit him over and over.
He trudges home. You follow.
He takes care of himself. You watch.
He gets into bed. You enter his dreams.
Again and again, you appear before him and take your fill.
During your visits he’s usually out cold, in a deep, restless sleep, but as the weeks pass you notice his eyes starting to flicker open, still seeming too tired to acknowledge you properly.
But he sees you. And you stare into those dark blue irises that hide secrets in their depths.
From Megumi’s perspective, he realises he’s been feeling very sexually satisfied recently. He feels hornier and he’s getting turned on so easily.
One day he’s settling down on the sofa after cleaning his apartment and your image enters his mind. He gets so turned on from the thought of you and slowly starts to realise what you’ve been doing to him.
He ponders it for a moment then looks down to find himself growing hard.
You watch this predicament unfold from outside. You know exactly what’s happening. The look of confusion and anger that initially crosses his features, slowly clouded by a look of desire.
You hover for a moment longer and notice how he’s rubbing himself through his trousers. That isn’t going to work, you think.
After your countless evenings in his bed, you finally work up the courage to present yourself to him tonight.
So you gently tap at the window, peeking through and revealing yourself.
To your relief, he isn’t startled, but approaches the window with a curious expression.
“It’s you…”
You hear him through the panes of glass.
You nod with a shy smile, watching him slide the catch and pull the window open.
“Come in”
You shift around awkwardly then flutter in, and he watches you land on the carpeted floor of his living room.
And before you utter a word to each other, you’re drawn closer and he pulls you in.
The way he treats you makes your ego swell. He’s giving you the softest kisses and placing such respectful, thoughtful touches over your body.
“You’ve been in my head,” he breathes out between your passionate movements, “in my dreams?” He sounds confused, disbelieving, perhaps.
You nod, gripping his hands as he continues sliding his tongue over yours, clearly not dissuaded by your immoral actions.
“I, I needed to…” you whisper into the small gap between your lips.
“You needed…” he looks down, “this?”
His hand works over the bulge in his pants and you nod hesitantly, your lip between your teeth.
He looks up at you again and finally smiles. Your stomach flips, your eyes flying wide as if you can take in any more of his beauty.
It’s a little cocky, more of a smirk, but his eyes light up regardless, seeing the way you’re looking up at him so innocently.
“Hey, don’t act all coy…” his smile grows, teasing you now, “how many times have you sucked me off already?”
How he’s acting, how he’s speaking to you, how he looks– how have you found a man so perfect?
He’s got you all muddled up, your eyes blinking at him slowly, his question entering your ears and flooding to your cheeks.
“I– I… don’t know”
“No, neither do I,” his little smile is making you dizzy now, “but I’d like you to do it again, if that’s ok?”
You’re amazed. You can’t believe he’s offering himself to you– a winged, pointy eared, sharp toothed demon– so freely.
“A-are, are you sure?”
You look down over your body, suddenly doubting yourself.
But you get butterflies through your chest when he tilts your chin up again, your face resting in his cool, firm hand.
“It’s more like, I need you.” He pauses, looking down, “My body… reacts to you.” He looks up again, his thumb tracing your chin.
All of your hesitation is dispelled when you hear his next words.
“I want you.”
With that, you drop to your knees and let him get inside you as quickly as possible.
He yanks down his pants and frees his hard cock, slipping himself between your eagerly waiting lips.
“Ohhh, fuck,” he slides in and he gives you more than you can take, fucking your throat and getting you drooling and messy.
But he’s in a state himself, bucking his hips while trying desperately to ease his hard grip on your hair. You only encourage him, moaning and taking him deeper every time he pulls.
“You like that?”
“Mm, mmmm” you hum over him, loving every second of him fulfilling his instincts, his deepest pleasure filled urges becoming reality.
“Fuck– good, I like a girl who can take it a bit rough–” he mutters between his now laboured breaths.
“Wanted to fuck your pretty mouth like this… before–” his eyes squeeze closed, his head falling back, allowing you to feast your gaze on his neck and jaw.
The way he compliments you with such dirty words gets you gushing. You swear you could absorb pleasure from his voice alone.
A thought suddenly dawns on him while his abs are clenching up, the familiar feeling of his impending release flooding through his body.
“I-I don’t even know– your name?” he huffs, questioning you, but you don’t stop. You can’t stop now. However much he seems to love edging, you can’t do it tonight. You need him.
So you suck and feel him shake and deliver the hot mess you’ve been craving, taking every drop, its potency ten fold now you’re taking his conscious, consenting pleasure.
You drink in his every shaky vocalisation, watching him come down as you clean him off, pulling away and admiring him from below.
After licking your lips and enjoying your meal, you peer up at him and finally answer his question.
“y/n. I’m a succubus. Nice to meet you.”
From there, you entered a rather curious relationship with the dark haired sorcerer, striking up a deal so you can get a reliable fill.
He agrees, under the condition that you’ll let him have sex with you and won’t go to any other man.
His eyes look so stern when he tells you, “I want you for myself.”
You nod in agreement, his every gesture thus far telling you that he’s not going to hurt you, and that for once, you’ve found a man who needs you as much as you need him.
don't ask why toru n megumi's parts are so longg no comment on the cheesy ending see you in hell!
still pissed abt how long gojo spent inside the prison realm but never inside of me
(srry for how much i had to postpone this, was on a war w my alter ego. The anon who requested this, i hope tht you are still alive, luv chu mwah + thanks for being patient ig 💀🫶🏼, but it's finally here now)
𝙃𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮𝙥𝙞𝙚
@lov3rbody
husband!Gojo Satoru x pregnant!Reader
𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: Pregnancy sex, Vaginal penetration, lactation kink, size kink, big dick!gojo (duh) , creampie
𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 1.9k
" fluff, can i fondle them? Jus' a bit ? " he pleads,
a nickname he has been using ever since you started showing,
his one hand clutching onto the end of your dark blue silky button up which originally belonged to him, trying to take it off of you.
"Toru no, wait — " you cry from how the rough pads of his fingers were so needily rubbing and caressing your quivering nub through your thin baby pink lacy panties that was now, completely soaked from how oversensitive the pregnancy had made you. Your tiny hands were still holding onto the shirt that was on the verge of falling apart on the snap of just two more buttons, so desperate to cover up the big round swell of your six months old pregnant belly. You were so embarrassed at how much your body had changed that you were avoiding your husband's touches ever since your belly had started to grow.
But We both know, Satoru was a man who only had this much of patience left in him when he came back home to see his expecting wife on the couch, caught in a deep slumber while waiting for him, with nothing but his large blue button up night shirt on. It barely covered your fat round breasts, which were on the verge of spilling out, the swell of your belly so full !
" fuck .. my baby is leaking " he whines when he notices the wet patch of fabric that was starting to grow around the area of your nipples, kneading your clothed breasts which just to heighten his arousal, if not handful, was literally spilling out of his big palms, trying so desperately to unbutton your shirt all the way down which your small hands were trying so hard to stop him from doing.
Satoru cranes his head down to suck a mouthful of the area that was already wet, moaning at the feeling of your hard bud that were starting to feel so sore from the need to lactate.
"wanna see your belly s'bad— can my baby show me her belly, please?" he groans against your ear while his cold fingers push their way inside your panties, instantly being welcomed by the ropes of thin sticky liquid that connected your throbbing pussy to the lacy fabric.
Your head instantly gets thrown back, eyes dilating at the feeling of your husband's thick fingers slowly plunging inside your tight cunt that starts to tremble at the sudden stretch, the feeling so foreign after months of being untouched there.
In a desperate need of support your hands flies up to clutch onto Satoru's broad shoulders, who in turn, takes the chance to immediately start undoing the other two buttons.
You burry your hot face in his neck when the silk swiftly peels off of your skin, Your husband inhales a sharp breath at the sight of you being fully bare in front of him after so long,
" god .. " he shakily mutters to himself under his breath before diving his face in your big soft plushy breasts, taking a long shameless whiff of it before he roughly gropes and fondles them causing a trail of liquid to ooze out of your buds down to his palms.
" Toruuu, oh my — nngh ! " You yelp, biting down hard on your bottom lips at the sudden feeling of your husband's meaty tongue swirling around your extremely sore bud that starts to shoot the streams of warm white liquid in his mouth.
" shit —" He grunts, pulling his hands down and starting to unfasten his belt in a hurry as his mouth stays latched to your hard bud, needily drinking your sweet milk like it was all for him. Your head was so clouded you don't even realize him pulling away and sitting up on the couch, laying his back on it and planting his feet on the polished wooden floor before he pulls your heavy body up over his thick lap that laid manspread, earning a jolt from you,
Tremors running down your aching hips as your gaze finally locks with your husband's tired eyes, the ocean blue irises starring holes at your now complete bare body.
Satoru could feel his heart palpitating fast as he stared at the big swell of your belly, your round melons that drooped down from how full and heavy they were, the big sore buds perked up in the air still oozing milk which was now running down the soft slopes of your breasts. The man couldn't believe this was all caused by him.
Satoru almost wanted to coo at how small your shaky frame looked against his huge one regardless of all the pregnancy weight that you were putting on.
" fuck .. c'mere baby " he lifts your shaky body up easily in his toned arms, squishing your leaking breasts flat against his buff chest, brows knitting and eyes squinting as he tugs your panties aside and feels the sticky fluids of your pussy trailing down his long twitching shaft when he aligns himself to it.
he hasn't been inside you in so long, he was practically trembling himself at the curiosity of how it would feel to enter inside you, in this state especially.
Your eyes suddenly widens when you feel a small kick in your belly,
" Toru the bab — " you gasp as you suddenly feel a sharp spank on your ass causing them to jiggle and leave a stinging sensation after,
" am sure our lil bub won't mind being rocked a lil y'know " he whispers gazing up at you through his long snowy lashes while biting down the bottom of his lips, holding back a playful smirk.
" don't say thattt .." you whine, lightly hitting his chest making him chuckle which turns into a hiss soon after as he circles your hips, spreading your pussy juices all over the tip of his hot thick red cockhead.
" it's gon' be fine baby, will move really slow- I promise, " he keeps purring in your ears
You feel Satoru's fingers dig into the fats of your hips, keeping his gaze glued at the sight of his fat tip slowly stretching the folds of your cunt and forcing their way into the lubricating tightness.
"Oh— Oh fuck .. Fuck shit– baby so tight.. fuckkk ! " he moans, jaw falling slack and instantly throwing his head back at the feeling of how tight and swollen your walls had gotten while he continues to slowly slide you down on him, you cry when you feel his hips shudder under you from the pressure you were exerting on his twitching girth while his fat cock still continues to try shoving itself through the warm throbbing ridges of your gummy walls.
"Toruu.. no– too full—" you whimper, bottom lips jutting out and quivering at how your insides were starting to feel like they were gonna explode from how full you were.
"Sorry Baby — Jus a lil more please – its almost all in — " he pleads with you, leaning his head up to kiss and suck on the bottom lips of yours,
Satoru could feel his head getting light and dizzy when he feels your chubby ass finally being slumped down on his fat balls, his thick cock feeling almost suffocated at how tightly you were wrapped around him, and the way your fat breasts were jolting up and down in the air with each snap of his hips.
Your arms fly to wrap themselves around his neck while his own ones go to push and press your heavy breasts up together, eloping his warm mouth around both your perked up nipples as he starts sucking onto them at the same time. He tugs and pulls on them with his teeth, milking them all he could, turning you into his sweet little whiney wife that he was starting to miss so much.
Your aching back arches as the grip of your fingers on the locks of his snowy white hair tightens when he finally releases your swollen nipples with a 'pop' sound after swallowing a mouthful of your sweet milk,
His brows knits as he looks up at your heavy figure that was trying to bounce on his fat cock which was squirming inside of you,
" baby, you are melting my cock in there .. " he breathes shakily before snapping his hips roughly for the first time,
" babyy .. so f'cking pretty baby– shit, wish you can see yourself right now, fluff " he moans through his gritted teeth while repeatedly slamming his fat balls against your ass, the room echoing of both of yours dirty squelching and skin slapping noises as he continues to effortlessly make your body bounce on his long cock that was connected to your gapping cunt through the long shiny ropes of your juices whenever he pulled you all up and slammed you back down, constantly breaking the thin strip and creating a new one with each heavy bounce.
"ah fck- baby you are wetting yourself all over me" he looks down, feeling his balls tighten at the sight of your pussy gushing so much fluid that it was flowing down on the ridges of his hard abs and also wetting the fabric of the couch.
You can feel your pelvic muscles ache as the painfully thick head of his shaft kept pushing their way back into your walls to rub and grind against your cervix.
"To– ruu.. Hnngh! Cummin!" You cry as he gropes your thighs before he starts bouncing his own ones up and down with rhythm of your body,
"Fck– cum all over my cock fluff, Need your cum all over it ! " he pants feeling your walls tense up around him before your toes curl and you release a throaty moan, creaming all over his cock,
A white foam of ring appearing around his heavy shaft from where he had you wrapped around him.
"Love you s'much baby, carrying our bub so well" he keeps chanting the praises between the exchange of your sloppy kisses before dragging your hips closer to his pelvis and whispering
"Gonna have to fill you up jus' a bit more, baby" making you whine in defence, the bounce of his thighs starts to slow down as his hands move down to grope and tug at your ass cheeks,
He throws his head back on the couch and eyes squeezes shut, leaning down you kiss on his adam's apple earning a whiny moan from him when you intentionally squeeze your walls tighter, slowly feeling his warm seeds starting to get shot inside the depths of your cunt and painting your walls white. You start to squirm when you feel his cum starting to overflow out of your little hole but he holds you down till he completely empties his balls in you.
Satoru carries you to the bed, laying you down gently before jumping down next to you and shoving his face back into your big tits, trying to fall asleep on them.
Oh, he has fallen so in love with them.
He stops caressing your swollen belly when you speak up,
"Hope the delivery will go fine" You knew there was still some time left until your delivery. However, you still couldn't help but worry.
"Have a lot of sexual intercourse I say, it'll help your wife during labor"
Satoru's head was still ringing of what the doctor said in the call before he came back home today.
He quietly smiles, continuing to caress and draw random shapes on your belly,
"Don't worry honeypie, will make sure from now that our bub has a safe delivery."
ICE CREAM LICK ☾
messy food play with fiancé gojo
✵ tags — nsfw, unprotected sex, food play, blindfold, spit kink, pussy drunk, gojo w oral fixation
“i don’t like this,” you pout, as satoru tightens the blindfold around your eyes.
“you don’t like anything I do,” he shoots back, moving around the kitchen as you hear him rustling with some plastic bags.
“that’s not true!” you cross your arms. “i am marrying you in a week,” you let out a deep sigh, emphasizing your point.
“what’s with the huffing and puffing?” he snaps, “is it a chore to marry me?” his voice goes up a pitch. you try to stifle your laugh, because you know that’s exactly what he wants.
you shrug. “just saying you’re lucky to have me.”
“aren’t you a humble one,” he snorts, his arms wrapping around your waist. your body instinctively, stepping up on your toes waiting for his lips to meet yours. “how cute, you need something?”
satoru can’t help his big laugh as he notices the way your eyebrows immediately pinch together, almost seeing your eyes roll through the mask.
“you’re so mean,” you move to unwrap his arms, just for him to lift you off the ground and plop you on the kitchen counter, your body flinching at the granite. “it’s cold!” you hiss.
“I’ve got all the flavors you can try!” satoru started pulling out the small cups of ice cream, he bought more than fifteen flavors, lining them on the counter.
“why am I the only one trying them?” you puff out your cheeks, as satoru stands in front of you.
“cuz you’re the one that can’t pick a flavor. so now you can taste it without knowing what it is and tell me which one you like the most,” you groan. “plus you said no sweets today,” satoru grabs a spoon, swiping the first cup. “okay, open up.”
satoru went through the first few cups, your lips pouty, tongue swiping around trying to gather up all the flavor, hums and ums.
“that one tasted the same,” you’re sitting criss cross on the counter, as satoru leans in front of you, holding your chin.
“it wasn’t the same, baby,” satoru sighs, “next one then.”
“I’m the one choosing here—“ your words fall off as you feel his thumb rub at your bottom lip. your lips part on his silent command, letting his thumb slip inside your mouth. your lips latch onto his digit as you taste the rich new flavored cream that he’d scooped up.
he’s mesmerized, pupils dilating as he watches your cute wet lips suckling his finger, completely at his mercy. his eyes falling to the silk robe that was slipping off your shoulder.
“what do you think?” his voice is much lower than before, but you don’t notice right away. instead too focused on deciding whether the flavor was actually good or not.
“i like this one. but it’s not as good as the third one. you taste it, just a small scoo—“ the words slipped right out as you felt his lips crash into yours. a muffled moan escaping your lips as you held his face, whimpering as he forced his tongue inside, tasting the excess ice cream in your mouth.
“not bad,” he pulls away, your chest was suddenly heaving, completely caught off guard by him. especially since you couldn’t see either.
“did you even taste anything?” you ask with a snark.
“open up,” you didn’t have time to react before he was shoving another scoop from his finger. too caught off guard, the scoop fell onto your chest, causing your body to yelp from the cold dessert.
“I can’t see, toru, don’t do that—ah wait—“ your hands fell into his hair as you felt his tongue on your chest, pressing his entire weight onto you as his fingers pulled down your robe, allowing him more access to clean the melting ice cream.
“my baby’s always making a mess, tsk tsk,” he doesn’t give you a moment to answer before his fingers slip past your lips. “taste.” the new flavor rushes through your tastebuds as you hum in delight. this was good, but is it biased because of how satisfying it is to suck his fingers?
you can’t help, but slobber on his fingers as he rubs his digits on your tongue, making you moan even more shamelessly, your fingers holding the back of his head as he subtly begins to push you to lay down on the counter, his own body now straddling your waist.
“i liked that one,” you pant, your robe is almost falling off your body as he hums.
“are you just saying that, because you wanna fuck me?” he kisses your lips, it was so exciting being blindfolded. you hadn’t even realized he smeared another flavor on his lips until you were tasting it. your tongue lapped at his face as his hands felt your tits, smiling when he heard you whimper. “why isn’t my pretty little fiancé not wearing any clothes?”
your breath hitched as you feel him smear ice cream on your exposed chest. your nipples immediately perking up.
“I just finished showering,” you whine, yet your fingers rub your bottom lip, lips parted as you await his next move.
“mmm, you do smell good,” his face is buried in your neck as he inhales your clean skin, your finger tangling in the familiar soft hair. only to feel another glob of ice cream on your collarbones. a hiss escaping your lips as his tongue began lapping at your skin. cleaning you up.
your hands were pulling at his clothes, needing them off as you rubbed his very prominent hard on. you whine, as he holds your jaw, pushing your bottom lip down for your tongue to lull out so submissively. a whimper escapes as he lets the ice cream slip from his lips and into your mouth.
“fuck so dirty,” he groans, rubbing your lips. “you taste so good.” he kisses you again, and again. his hands sticky from the ice cream as he sucks on your tits, ice cream glistening on your body like a new dessert. your robe discarded and ice cream cups tipped over and melting around you.
“ahh—more—gunna cum!” your back was arching off the counter as he ate your pussy out with every single part of his body. rubbing his face between you lips smearing you juices all over his face. it was addicting. his own eyes rolling back at how sweet his pretty girl’s pussy tastes.
“cum on my face baby, need ya to squirt like my good fucking girl,” he groans, pumping his fingers aggressively in your squelching hole, the lewd sounds egging him on as his teeth pulled at your clit causing your eyes to fill with tears. fingers tugging at his hair.
“don’t—ahh! too messy—“ the ice cream slide down your pelvis, touching his lips, but he was relentless. pulling away to give your pussy a nice slap, getting a breather before spitting on your cunt only adding to this lewd mess as he plunged back in. “toru—fuck—hngh ahh—“ you couldn’t stop the cord from snapping as your entire body shook. squirting into his mouth, immediately wrapping his lips and cleaning you.
“best flavor,” he moans, lips crashing into yours “pussy so sweet,” he lifts your body up. his hand pumping his dick, pushing inside you.
“ahh to……much,” your words were broken, too dumb to even think about anything, other than his big dick pushing at your tummy. “inside….”
“always take me so good….nice n warm inside you, baby,” he laps at your ear, your body squirming as you hug him close. his lips kiss at the ice cream on your cheek, tasting your drool. he was completely addicted. this was definitely not what he was thinking when he brought all this ice cream home. he needed you to pick which flavor you wanted for the wedding. instead, he was falling into his addiction again.
“uh uh uh, to…ru….feel good ahh—“ he was fucking up into you so well. big strong arms wrapped around your body as he held you close, drilling his unrelenting pace into you.
“so cute when you’re fucked stupid,” he cooes, pressing more and more, swollen tip kissing your cervix over and over.
“in my tummy…..deep….ahhh hngh—“ you were whining in his ear as satoru begin to pick up his pace. his own high coming close. a creamy ring forming at his base as it trickled down his balls. your own pussy juices leaking out along with the ice cream.
“gonna milk…me….baby—fuckk!” he was always so vocal, his lips parting as he tried to kiss away his moans. “squeezin me like—shhhit—“
his only warning from you was a high pitched moan as your nails held onto him desperately as you came. you could barely breathe, squeezing him so fucking tight you could feel every vein, and every curve of his heavy dick. you didn’t have time to register his own aggressive grunts, until you felt your insides filling up.
“shit—shit—“ his eyes were completely lidded, jaw clenched as his cock shot long spurts of warm thick cum. “look what ya made me do,” he whimpered, pulling off your blindfold, your teary eyes blinking to the light as you saw the mess between your legs. satoru was still trembling with you, as he pumped all his leaking cum inside you. the messy cream smearing everywhere as you whimper.
“this is why you can’t have sweets,” you huff. “ah.” your cheeks flush when you noticed satoru pressing down on your tummy, causing your body to fold into him. “don’t.”
“wanna fill you up even more,” he kisses your cheek. his voice dropping as you hear the grin in his words. “you milk my dick so good….wanna see you all plugged up with my cum.” you couldn’t contain the outburst of heat that burned your skin. you couldn’t believe how much he sends your mind scrambling.
“wan…more,” you pull him back in.
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.”
