Hi rye congrats on 1k! Can i have slice one with togame jo (windbreaker), nsfw prompt no 18? Tq in advance 💘
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prompt: 18 - “you’re such a mess.”
characters: togame jo (wbk) x afab!reader
contents: nsfw mdni !! unprotected p in v, implied multiple orgasms, slight manhandling, tummy bulge, creampie, a bit of size kink, some pussy inspecting? mention of cum eating, petnames (baby & sweetheart), reader is physically smaller
wc ~ 700
a/n: thank you sm for participating anon! <3 finally got around to start writing my event requests TwT as i’ve said before, updates are gonna be super slow bcs uni is still kicking my ass so take note of that !! first time writing for togame btw erm
“c’mon, y/n. you’re still with me?”
glassy-eyed and lightheaded, you feel the room spins as if in slow motion. literally and figuratively.
one second you were on your knees and cheek pressed onto the sheets, and the next your view suddenly changed to that of the ceiling. a pair of hands slides up from your waist to cradle your face, thumbs rubbing soft circles on the apple of your cheeks.
togame leans in, connecting your foreheads together before he gives you a small kiss. your lips easily meld together as you hum against him, your arms wrapping around his neck to pull him closer.
his emerald gaze, his lips, his hands. everything about them feels delicate whenever they fall on you, as gentle as the leaves rustling in the wind, and soft in the way his warmth envelopes you like a pile of heated blankets on a cold winter night.
you’d almost cried at how wholesome his attention is, and how fulfilling his love is becoming. almost, if not for the way his hips rolls so hard into you that you’re starting to sob for an entirely different reason.
togame is by no means average-sized. barely halfway in and he’s already stretching you to the max, pressing in so deeply and ever so slightly in a tilted way that his cock curves perfectly upwards inside your sopping cunt. every single inch of him hits all the sweet spots inside you just right, sparks of pleasure bursting behind your eyelids as wanton moans escape from your mouth.
he eventually sets a rapid pace, his movement fluid and steady as the blunt tip of his cock starts to repeatedly hit the deepest part of your core. “that’s it, baby. you’re taking me so well,” he purrs in your ear, causing you to whine in response.
“f-fuck, ‘s so big,” you clench around his generous length as wet squelching sounds of your pussy echo in the room, skin slapping against skin as your cries and his grunts stringing together like a dirty symphony.
togame slips a hand behind your neck then, pulling you up for another kiss before he holds you there, heads leaning against each other to make you notice, to make you see what he’s doing to you.
you don’t realize it at first, too lost in the feeling of his cock dragging oh so deliciously in between your velvety walls. but when you finally get a good look at it, you’d nearly come right on the spot.
there’s a thick creamy ring around the base of his cock, courtesy of the previous rounds you’d had and how much he’d been cumming inside you, and when he drives himself home again inside your wet heat with that same crazy depth, same crazy angle, your stomach bulges with every thrust.
“shh, just feel me here, sweetheart,” he coos before his hand grabs one of yours, dwarfing it entirely before settling them both together on your lower belly, right where his thick cock continues to make that little bump on the skin.
it makes you dizzy, so freaking turned on and almost delirious at the sight as togame slams deeper into you. “jo… g-gonna cum - fuck,” tears blur your vision, your whimpers growing louder by the second when his other hand grips tighter on the back of your thigh.
“yeah? you like feeling yourself when you’re getting fucked like this, hm?” he presses down harder on your stomach with just the right amount of pressure and before you know it you’re already cumming so hard, your cunt squeezing and gushing around his dick as your breath gets knocked out of your lungs in a broken cry of his name.
he follows behind soon after, reaching his peak with a low groan of his own as you heavily pant from the exertion. running a hand through his sweaty onyx strands, togame briefly glances down at where the two of you are still connected and gradually pulls out, ignoring your slurred complaints about the sudden loss of warmth.
he curses under his breath, “fuck, baby. you’re such a mess.”
you’re sweating all over, hair disheveled on the pillow beneath your head as pearls of tears line the lashes of your eyes. his cum and yours fill your tight hole to the brim, the mixed liquids leaking past your pussy lips and trickling down your inner thigh when togame hooks a thumb on the side of your wet folds.
he inhales sharply, eyes focusing on the obscene view before he looks back at your fucked out expression with that heavily lidded gaze again.
“mind if i have a taste?”
am i starting off too strong with this one 🧍 anw ‘big dick togame🗣️’ the crowd (me) cheers
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・✶ ｡ﾟ sometimes gojo needs something to keep him satisfied when he’s away on missions.
♱ warnings — f!reader, unprotected sex, consensual filming, he is a tease ꒰ but he is so hot with it ꒱ he mentions showing others but he’s not serious, mild possessive language, idk wat this is but i am obsessed w him.
your lips part to moan as you claw at the smooth ivory skin of satoru’s chest while he pins you beneath him, one of his hands squeezing at the dip of your waist while the other tries to steady the shaky hold he has on his phone.
“fuck—look at you, sweet thing. can barely keep those pretty eyes open, you cryin’?” he drawls, slurs as he feels pleasure rock through his body with the next wet connection of his hips against yours, and you’re silently hoping your neighbours aren’t home with how loudly the bedframe seems to be knocking against the wall with every one of your boyfriends thrusts.
you let out a hiccuped moan of satoru’s name, a whispery, needy sound that has him smirking from behind the screen before he’s looming closer, deliberately angling the blunt head of his cock to graze along the swollen spot inside of you just as he points the flash from his camera at your blissful expression.
he feels too good, but it’s instinctive the way your palm comes up to try and hide your face from the camera before you hear your snowy haired boyfriend click his tongue, his free hand moving along your body to snatch gently at your wrist before he’s pinning it to the pillow beside you and starting a pace that’s a little faster than the last.
you watch satoru bite his lip as his grin keeps the same teasing curl as always, swallowing another low groan before the flash is finding you once more, and your eyes flutter closed for a moment when you feel an all too familiar warmth twist in your abdomen as he presses his cock into you.
“oh? didn’t think you were camera shy, princess. you gonna let me see those pretty faces you make on my cock—f-fuck..” he grunts again, letting the camera fall lower between your bodies until it’s focusing on the mess of fluids that’s smeared along your thighs and his, it only growing messier with every languid thrust.
satoru’s jaw clenches when he gets a particularly good shot of his thick cock disappearing into your plush cunt, hissing a curse from between his teeth as the wet, squelching noises only grow louder while his balls smack against your ass with each thrust, the sound so fucking loud you’re convinced he’s trying to bury it into the walls instead of just his speaker.
you blink up at him when you feel like your eyes have adjusted to the usual dim lighting once more, finally meeting satoru’s crystalline gaze before another, dangerous sort of smirk is curling at the edges of his lips and you feel his fingers release your wrist in favour of tracing along your skin. you feel him trail the teasing, featherlight touches lower before he’s pressing his hand behind your thigh and pulling it up to let it hook around his shoulder — the new position only letting him bully his cock deeper into your already trembling walls, and you feel something warm bursting along your thighs while your moans begin to grow higher in pitch, you’re already so close.
“feels selfish keepin’ you all for myself, princess. maybe ‘ll show everyone how fuckin’ greedy you are f’ my cock, all fuckin’ mine, ain’t ya?” he grunts, but it sounds needier this time as his lungs tremble on his next inhale, his hold on his phone wavering with the next saccharine squeeze of your walls along his cock.
but satoru didn’t predict that he might be about to record himself losing his fucking mind in the intoxicating push and pull of your pussy.
you’re already mindless beneath him but when the next place his fingers fall is between your thighs, it only takes a few messy circles of your clit with two of his digits and a couple of languid, deep thrusts before you’re stiffening, tight walls squeezing down eagerly around him as you cream around his cock.
your pussy feels like it’s trying to fucking milk him, it only pulling tighter everytime he draws his hips back, trying to lure back in every inch you lose before he’s burying it back inside of you. but satoru hisses through his teeth before he’s focusing the camera on your face once more, his palm mercilessly pinning your hips to the bed before he’s ruthlessly fucking you through your orgasm, every thrust unrelenting and he’s only spurred on by the way you cry for him.
“oh, that’s what ‘m talkin’ about, sweet thing. eyes on me, yeah?” he groans, low and rugged and you know he’s desperately trying to keep a hold on the last string of his sanity — but your pussy feels so fucking good around him that he’s considering getting this video put permanently on a loop in his mind.
your thighs twitch when you feel his thumb reach down to tease your puffy clit once more, every swipe shooting tiny aftershocks through your system as you thrash below him—still so sensitive from your orgasm. but satoru still spreads your thighs even wider before his thrusts are becoming sloppier, losing pace as he rocks into you, and you watch his head fall back to moan when you squeeze and tremble around the sensitive head of his cock.
his eyes are half lidded and dark despite the way they still look crystal when he blinks back down at you, snowy peaks of his hair messier than usual as they fall along the light sheen of sweat along his forehead, framing the blush along his features before his lips part to grind out another groan. but then it’s hidden once more when the bright light from the flash clouds your vision and you feel satoru’s cock throb at the doe-eyed expression on your face.
“let me see you make that pretty face f’ me again, sweet girl.”
touch-starved!gojo with slight sensory issues after a long life adapted to his infinity being on almost all the time
touch-starved!gojo who shudders every time he feels the brush of your fingers against any exposed skin of his, who feels goosebumps rise on the back of his neck whenever you give him a hug (he hopes you can’t feel the way his heart starts racing, either)
touch-starved!gojo who needs a little bit of time to get used to your physical affection. he loves it, oh he loves it so much, but it makes his heart beat so so fast and his hands get clammy, the deep red blush on his face goes from the tips of his ears all the way down to his collarbone, he starts stuttering and, like — he’s satoru gojo… he doesn’t stutter but when you squeeze his arm in an affectionate gesture or even something little like poking his cheek or booping his nose it gets this reaction out of him that he isn’t used to, it’s almost overwhelming
touch-starved!gojo who, once used to your touch, craves it all the time. he’s about as clingy as a cat that just has to be sitting on or around you all the time every time you sit down, nudging his head under the palm of your hand to encourage you to stroke his hair, grabbing your wrist and putting your hand anywhere on his body: sometimes he brings it up to his face so you can cup his cheek or he’ll put it on his head so you can tangle your fingers in his hair. also likes to intertwine his fingers with your own and hold them close to his chest, right above his heart, or maybe even hold your hand on his lap whenever he sits down next to you
touch-starved!gojo who slowly and surely opens up to your affection and realizes just how badly he’d been craving this kinda closeness with somebody. he feels a literal ache in his chest when you’re both in the same room and he’s not hugging you, he feels like he has to be attached at the hip with you or else he’ll just die
touch-starved!gojo who is oh so vocal when you’re doing more intimate stuff in the privacy of your (or his) bedroom. it just feels so good to be completely full of the sensation of being with you, of getting to hold you, of being held. he would live in your skin if you’d let him, he wraps his arms tightly around you and if he’s not kissing your breath away he’s burying his face in the crook of your neck and letting your name slip out in between soft pants. even after you’re both done he’s falling asleep with his arms and legs wrapped all around you like a giant koala
you sent this right as i went to sleep and now im on my satoru fever first thing in the morning.. but i wouldn’t have it any other way 🩵 also i put a cut bc this ended up way too long sorry not sorry
anyway! i think he’s very indulgent in pda regardless how u happen to personally feel abt it, but not in a way that makes u uncomfortable !! it’s more within the context of him just… being obsessed with you. can’t take his hands off of you for more than 5 seconds, like it’ll kill him if he’s not glued to your side
there’s other elements that play into it as well i feel like he’d be constantly torn between wanting to show you off to the whole world like “hey, look at my gorgeous s/o! the love of my life!! an ethereal being walking this very earth!!!” vs wanting to gatekeep you out of a strange possessive n lowkey jealous instinct of his that he tries to keep under wraps. kind of like a dog guarding its favorite chew toy from other dogs (cue him frantically explaining himself “no, wait baby, baby— i didn’t mean it like that! you’re not a dog toy to me!” as you smack him with a throw pillow for making such an absurd analogy)
i think if you’re not really into pda he actually manages to be very subtle about it. he walks pretty close to you, hooks his pinky around yours when you’re both standing in line somewhere, tugs on your sleeve or gently squeezes your arm to get your attention even as he’s calling your name anyway. he’s also very doting; that loose thread on your shirt? he’s grabbing you by the shoulders and stopping you in your tracks the second he spots it, standing in front of you to remove it. doesn’t let you go without smoothing down the sleeves of your outfit afterwards, a dopey grin on his face as he does so. maybe even sneaks in a cheeky little peck on the forehead that makes your face heat up. he tucks loose strands of hair behind your ears, likes to poke you randomly, offers to hold anything and everything for you even if his hands are already full. pda isn’t necessarily just kissing n stuff so any display of his affection towards you that doesn’t call attention to you two is what he’s going to go for if that’s what you prefer
but if you’re as into pda as he is? shit, he’s relentless, maybe even a little too excited about it. he doesn’t care how many people stare, or the weird looks he gets from passerby’s, he will make out with you in front of his car in the parking lot of an establishment before you both have even walked inside. at restaurants or anywhere you’re both seated, he’s right next to you with his hand on your thigh or his arm around your shoulders. if you’re significantly shorter than him he likes to slot his chin on top of your head or your shoulder, pretty much draping half his body weight over you as he does this. kisses your neck randomly too; sliding his hand across your lower back, pulling you close to his side. he’s also the type to pick you up from, like, an airport or something, and he greets you with a big hug. lifts you up into the air effortlessly, spins you around a little bit, grabs your face with both hands and he kisses you and kisses you— like he just couldn’t wait till you both got to his car, not a single inch on your face goes untouched by his lips the very moment he had you back in his arms. as if he wants to let everyone know his love is back home!
tl;dr — he likes it a very normal amount ❤️ (that’s a big fat lie) . pda with satoru makes me feel a little bit crazy a little bit unwell if you will
an inexperienced!gojo is a romantic at his core, yet he yearns for a love he’s never had before… he’s a lover of love, he loves and loves and loves so much that it spills out of his mouth, slips through his fingers too much and too fast for him to catch it again. he, naturally, loves in excess— in the off chance that he finds someone, anyone, who could use some of it
when he meets you for the first time he’s so smitten by how you carry yourself, he finds himself daydreaming about feelings and experiences he’s only ever read about. (though, he thinks the likes of shakespeare himself would struggle to articulate exactly how much satoru feels for you)
one summer day, he notices how the light of the afternoon sky catches your eyes when you smile, and he wonders how that very sunlight would look in the shade of a rising morning sun, a deep orange color that would kiss your skin the same way at 6am that it currently does at 3pm. the only difference is held within the privacy of his own bedroom, versus the bustling crowd of strangers that walk past you both on the sidewalk as you share a meal together, the first of many
satoru is always so silly and so unserious even while he’s knuckles-deep inside of you. he loves nuzzling his head against you fondly, pressing his cheek against the plush of your ass while he fingers you from behind. your ass is propped up in the air while your knees and elbows dig into the mattress, and he’s pressing his upper body weight against you to keep you still, nipping at your flesh with his teeth every time you squirm against him— every time he curls his fingers up just right
he even giggles sometimes, a little. bites his lower lip when he sees your juices slide down the side of his wrist. coos so sweetly at you when you clench rhythmically around him, the telltale sign of another impending orgasm. “another one already, baby? mm, i feel like you just came, though, heh,”
without stopping the movements of his hands he adjusts his position, moving his head lower, gliding his tongue along your puffy folds on his descent. sometimes he nudges your knees further apart to make more room for himself before he plops down onto his back, his head poking out from between your spread thighs almost comically. a cheeky grin takes over his expression, and before you can react he’s slipping his fingers out of you and reaching up to grab your ass with both hands, instantly pulling you down onto his face. it’s right on time for your nth orgasm to wash over you, his lips wrapping around your clit while he sucks hard
you think you feel him laughing against you, too, while you came— puffing out a breathy chuckle against your folds while his head moves up and down, swirling his tongue anywhere he can reach, drinking up everything you release. even during sex, satoru never fails to act like such a silly, silly man
satoru’s a very needy kisser. his lips move fast and his breaths come in short; there’s this persistent lack of self-restraint he always seems to exhibit around you but it’s especially apparent when he’s kissing you
he likes to grab your face with both hands, rarely ever just the one. he kisses you like you’re both the stars of a movie— two lovers finally reuniting after a long and dangerous journey apart, a deep and passionate kiss shared as the climax of the movie fizzles out, hands desperately grasping at each other’s clothing for purchase; a poor attempt at grounding the intense romantic feelings they hold for the other
and, well— he kisses you like this even if you were just in the other room for a few minutes
he’s very loud about it too, in more ways than one. he likes to hum against your lips, loves the way your own curl up at the ends when you feel the vibrations in his chest. his lips smack against yours with practiced precision; even after years of kissing you he’s still perfecting it every day, you think. sometimes he’s giggling and other times he’s panting; sometimes he doesn’t let up until one or both of you start moaning into it. his kisses are the reason why you’ve both been late somewhere on several different occasions— “one more kiss, baby,” it never stops there with him, because before you know it he’s got you pinned underneath him and his hands are slipping underneath your shirt, your previous plans long since forgotten in the heat of his touch
it’s why you try not to kiss him too much in public. it’s not that you’re embarrassed of him, far from it— it’s just that the way he kisses you and the way you kiss him back is borderline pornographic sometimes. he jokes that everyone would pay to see you two go at it but you’re not sure you want that kind of attention on the both of you when you’re at a local coffee shop, and he respects that fully
(it’s almost because of that very boundary that his kisses grow needier than ever when you’re both finally alone. he’s so clingy with you and when you’re both out on dates it takes everything in him not to kiss you breathless in front of everyone; so the very moment you both get some privacy, his lips are on yours before you even knew it)
satoru loves kissing you, and you love the way he kisses you. it’s symbolic of how you make him feel— needy, breathless. clingy. insatiable. always wanting more of you
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