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[anxtoru]

蒼き明日 過去は終わり

君はまた孤独を抱く

please read the rules below! writer for jjk, semi active?

ANDY , 18+ (she/her) certified procrastinator.

previously known as @/A4nnnnn & @/anlxcqrd. and is now © anxtoru 2023-26. all rights reserved. do not repost, copy in any way, feed my work to ai translate, etc.

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[anxtoru]

` 𝐖𝐇𝐎'𝐒 𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐘 ?!

sypnosis: jjk men getting dominated by you for the first time.

contains: usage of sextoys, sub!character dom!fem!reader, spitting, dacryphilia, spanking, degradation, mommy kink, pegging, edging, aftercare, etc.

characters: gojo satoru & geto suguru.

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

At first he would be all cocky about it saying "you'll just get lazy and beg me to fuck you" oh boy was he wrong. He was getting holding onto the sheets for dear life as you gave him the meanest backshots. The 7 inch dildo strapped onto your pelvis was pecking kisses to his tummy, driving him crazy.

"Ah!—mommy slow down! Hngh!" He cries out, tears and drool drenching the sheets as he buries his face there. "Hm? I thought you wanted to satisfy mommy? You were so cocky about it too, baby" Punctuating every other word with a hard thrust. "Mommy—fuck! wanna cum s'bad please." He whimpered turning his head to look at you. You dip your head down to spit in his mouth before giving him one sloppy, nasty kiss.

You intensify your thrust looking down at your boyfriend with a sadistic smile all those cockiness from earlier is gone in sight. You raise your hand to spank his ass cheek leaving a faint reddish handprint on his skin making him gasp and sob. "I'm gonna cum—hah! I'm g'na cum s'hard momma—please please pleasssuh!" You immediately pull out as his balls tighten making him feel frustrated as you edged him."N—No!! Mommy no teasin! It hurts so bad..please let me cum. Please I'll be a good boy. I swear!" He cries out tears uncontrollably falling down from his eyes like a water dam overflowing "I thought you could handle it." You sigh feigning disappointment trying to pull away but he grabs your wrist pulling you into a tight embrace. "Don't go. I need you! Please make me cum!!" His voice trembles as he presses his chin to your breasts sobbing and sniffling.

You sigh and slowly penetrates his tight hole again. He winces in slight pain but quickly adjusts to it, latching his glossy lips to one of your tits sucking and gently nibbling on it cause he knows your sensitive. You let out a breathy sigh as you began to thrust into his ass slowly speeding up. You can feel the vibrations of his moans and whimpers against your swollen tits adding a more pleasurable sensation as you piston his hole.

It's hot. Everything's hot. The smell of sex lingering around the air, your breaths mixed together, him underneath you with his eyes rolling to the back of his head. It's suffocating, intoxicating, something you'd wanna get high on, overdose on. The sound of his voice when the nickname 'mommy' rolls out of his tongue, is satisfying like stepping on a crunchy leaf during summer, like a cold shower after a bad day.

"You close honey? Want to squirt out your load on mommy and make a mess?" Your hand snakes down to his hard throbbing cock thats red in neglect, drenching in precum. Your hand tightens around his shaft, your thumb rubs his slit dragging out a long moan from him. "Can I mommy? Please can i? I've been a good boy haven't I?" His pleas were music to your ears. You lean down to kiss his lips before adjusting your hips and pounds it against his back in forth.

"Of course you can." You say, your grip on his hips tightening. He buries his face on the crook of your neck whimpering against your crevice. His hot breath tickles your skin, your sweats were mixing with each other. It was so lewd as if it the end of the world and the only way to escape it was to perform this ritual to go to the abyss. And before he knew it, he was there.

He squirts a load, his cum splatters on your torso and you grab his neck pulling him forward. "Clean your mess baby. You've done such a good job." You whisper praises into his ear as you help him ride his orgasm while his lips are currently latched onto your skin cleaning up his mess.

You pull out slowly, unequiping the strap-on you notice that he's sore, his poor hole a bit red and abused, his cheeks tearstained, his neck that was once a blank canvas was now a masterpiece filled with crescent engravements making you feel a pang of guilt inside. After cleaning and putting the strap-on away, you approach his laying figure.

"Wanna take a bath together?" You ask him, tenderly brushing his white locks away from his face. "Sure, just give me a minute baby." He says before finally standing up and walking to the bathroom with you slightly limping. There, you didn't just shower him, but also showered him with affection and kisses.

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

After dropping off the girls to the room, Suguru thought it would be funny to flirt with their teacher infront of you just to make you jealous. It worked but the consequences has his face down, ass up with his belt acting up as a blindfold and a ball gag muffling his moans. Meanwhile you were behind him pounding into his ass as if it was the end of the world. His brain is fogged up with the only thing thats on his mind right now is your silicone cock pistoning in and out of him. (He didn't even know you own one)

If it was possible, he'd probably get pregnant from this cause the way you were bouncing on his ass is the same as breeding. You literally had him clawing on the sheets and tearing up. You were hitting all the right spots as if he had a g-spot like in a pussy. He almost cums when you slap his ass. The sound of you hitting his skin echoed across the room.

You pinch his nipples and his body stiffens, his breath trembling and heavy, his tears falling down, passing through the open gaps between the belt covering his eyes and the skin. Your hands go down to his cock continuing to pound him, you also strock his cock. Your hand acting like it had it's own soul and it's only goal is to milk his cock dry.

His moans and whimpers were blocked by the ball gag muffling it but not enough to lower it down, it fills the room along with sound of your skin slapping and your little soft grunts. Good thing the girls were at school cause if they were, they would call the police due to what sounded like Suguru was getting tortured.

You grab a fistful of his hair and lean in to whisper, "Take that you slut. What happened to the smug dude that was slutting himself out huh?" You take off his ball gag and threw it somwhere on the bed before crashing your lips against his. "Princess, listen—fuck! I'm gonna cum. Please let me cum I'm sorry for being a—ohmygod dick earlier. That was really shitty of me—hngh! I love you so much!"

You continue your relentless pace, the tip of your 'cock' presses kisses onto his prostate making him scream. And before you know it he was cumming. The sheets were painted white by a generous amount of his semen.

You pull out earning another gasp from him. "so," you start, standing up and grabbing your pants. "Lunch?" You ask him tilting your head to look at his pretty post orgasm face.

"I think I'm just gonna lie down here." He said, his asshole starting to feel sore. It takes you a moment to realise that and when you do, you go to the kitchen to cook something up and coming back to feed him.

"here comes the airplane" you tease him.

"shut up" he rolled his eyes but nonetheless, he opened his mouth to catch the spoon.

a/n: this has been sitting on my drafts for years. I didn't proofread this so ignore the mistakes!

[kashun]

━━━ I DON’T SHARE WHAT’S MINE.

𝓲𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 ♰ six years of tension snap when satoru’s jealousy finally explodes, leading to a heated argument that turns into a desperate, messy hookup where he makes it very clear you’ve always been his.

✿ ◞◟) gojo satoru 𝓍 female!reader

𝓬𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 18+ [ MDNI! ], explicit sexual content, porn with plot (but its mostly porn lmao), best friends to lovers, jealousy, satoru is down bad, lot of kissing, handjob, big dick!satoru, biting, begging, fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, unprotected sex (p in v), creampie, missionary + doggy style, praise, dirty talk, satoru is pathetic.

gojo satoru had been your best friend for six years, and in that time, you'd learned to accept certain things about him.

one — he was obnoxiously handsome. not in a way that felt fair or earned, but in the kind of effortless, god-cheated way that made waitresses forget his order and strangers stop him on the street to tell him he should model. satoru had white hair that never seemed to have a bad day, lashes so long they cast tiny shadows on his cheeks, and eyes so blue they looked like someone had turned up the saturation on just him while the rest of the world stayed normal.

two — satoru had very, very loud opinions, especially about anyone you dated.

you'd noticed the pattern about a year into your friendship, when you'd casually mentioned a guy from your psych class who'd asked for your number. satoru had been sprawled across your couch, stealing your fries, and he'd gone still for a second before tilting his head and saying;

"him? really? he's got weird eyebrows."

you'd blinked at him.

"his eyebrows are fine."

"they're asymmetrical," satoru had said, like that was a real crime. "and he laughs like a seal. you really want to listen to that for a whole date?"

you'd gone on the date anyway.

the guy's eyebrows had been perfectly normal, and his laugh had been genuinely nice, but satoru's comment had stuck in your head the whole time, making you hyperaware of things you never would have noticed otherwise.

that was his gift, or his curse, you hadn't decided yet.

since then, there had been others;

a very sweet and cute guy from your economics discussion group who satoru had dismissed as "way too short for you" (he’d been five eleven). a sweet philosophy major who satoru had claimed "smelled like soup" (he hadn't). a theater student who satoru had said was "obviously using you to get over his ex" (that one had actually been true, and you'd hated admitting satoru was right).

each time, satoru had been there, lounging in your space like he belonged there, making comments that ranged from mildly annoying to borderline cruel. and each time, you'd rolled your eyes and gone on the date anyway, because that was just how satoru was; opinionated, dramatic, a little bit of an asshole.

but satoru was also the one who showed up at your door at 2am with takeout when you failed a midterm.

the one who let you cry on his shoulder after the theater student broke your heart, the one who remembered how you took your coffee and which side of the bed you slept on and the name of your childhood stuffed animal.

so you let the comments slide, mostly.

but this time was different.

this time, his name was jaehyun, and you'd met him at a house party two weeks ago — the guy was in grad school for architecture, had kind eyes and a quiet laugh, and when he'd asked you out for coffee, you'd felt that little flutter in your chest that you'd almost forgotten existed.

you'd mentioned him to satoru casually, the way you always did, expecting the usual eyeroll and some stupid comment about jaehyun's haircut or his shoes.

what you got was something else entirely.

"jaehyun?" satoru had repeated, his voice doing something very strange — going flat in a way it never did. "what kind of name is jaehyun?"

"a perfectly normal one," you'd said, not looking up from your phone. "he's in grad school. architecture. really sweet."

"architecture," he had echoed, like you'd said jaehyun collected human teeth. "so he draws buildings. cool. very exciting."

you'd glanced up then, frowning.

satoru was sitting across from you at the campus coffee shop, his long legs stretched out under the table, one of his legs pressed against yours in that way he always did — like he needed to be touching you to exist properly. his sunglasses were pushed up into his white hair, and his expression was carefully, almost aggressively, neutral.

"what's your problem?" you'd asked.

"nothing," he'd said, too fast. "no problem. i'm thrilled for you. jaehyun the architect. hope he designs you a very nice house."

you'd stared at satoru for a very long moment, waiting for the usual punchline. but he'd just smiled — that big, fake, toothy smile that meant he was annoyed about something and pretending he wasn't at all.

you'd let it go. you were used to satoru being weird.

but over the next week, his weirdness escalated into something you couldn't ignore.

it started small; satoru started showing up at your apartment unannounced, which wasn't new — he'd always done that, letting himself in with the key you'd given him after he'd climbed your fire escape twice in one week. but before, he'd text first, or at least announce his presence with a dramatic "honey, i'm home!" as he walked through the door.

now, he just appeared.

you'd be doing dishes, and suddenly there he was, leaning against your doorframe like he'd been there the whole time. you'd be studying at your desk, and satoru’s chin would appear over your shoulder, his chest warm against your back, asking what you were doing in a voice that was way too low for the question he was asking.

and god, the touching.

satoru had always been touchy. you'd known that about him from the beginning — the way he'd sling an arm over your shoulders, rest his hand on your lower back when you walked through crowds, drape his legs over yours when you sat together on the couch.

he was a physical person, and you'd never minded, because it was just satoru.

but this was very different.

now, satoru’s hand found the small of your back every time you stood next to him. his fingers brushed your wrist when you handed him something. when you sat on the couch together, he pulled you against his side like you might float away if he didn't hold you down, his arm tight around your waist, his thumb tracing circles against your hip.

and it was always casual, always easy, like he wasn't even aware he was doing it.

but you were aware.

painfully aware, every time his thigh pressed against yours, every time his breath ghosted across your neck when he leaned in to look at your phone, every time his fingers lingered on your skin a second longer than they needed to.

you didn't say anything. because what would you even say? 'hey, why are you touching me so much?' that sounded crazy. he was your best friend, and best friends touched.

but then came the comments…

"so when am i meeting jaehyun?" satoru asked one afternoon, sprawled across your bed while you got ready to go out.

you weren't even going out with jaehyun — you were simply going to a study group — but satoru had shown up forty minutes ago and hadn't left.

"you're not," you said, digging through your closet for a hoodie. "we've been on two coffee dates. it's not serious."

"but it could be," satoru said.

it was not a question, and his blue eyes tracked you across the room, and you felt them like a physical weight.

"maybe," you said, because you didn't know yet.

jaehyun was nice. jaehyun was safe. but jaehyun didn't make your heart race in that annoying, confusing way that made you want to scream.

satoru made a sound in the back of his throat, something low and very dissatisfied.

"jaehyun wears new balance sneakers," satoru said, like he was delivering a closing argument. "new balance! do you really want to be seen with a man who wears new balance?"

you turned to look at him.

"you're wearing crocs right now."

"crocs are ironic," satoru said, completely serious. "new balance is a cry for help."

you threw a pillow at him. he caught it without looking, grinning, and you tried to ignore how your stomach flipped.

the worst night, the night everything broke, started like this;

you had a date, a real one.

jaehyun had texted you earlier in the week asking if you wanted to go to that new ramen place downtown, the one with the hour-long wait and the broth people wrote blog posts about. you'd said yes, because you'd been wanting to go, and because jaehyun's texts made you smile, and because you were trying very hard to be normal about all of this.

you hadn't told satoru.

not because you were hiding it, exactly, but because you knew damn well — you knew — what would happen if you did; the comments, the touching, the way he'd look at you with those too-blue eyes like he was trying to communicate something you didn't have the vocabulary to understand.

so you kept it to yourself.

you got dressed in your room, you picked out a black dress that made you feel so pretty, you did your makeup carefully in the bathroom mirror. your hair fell prettily in waves around your shoulders, and you added a necklace — something delicate, something that caught the light.

you casually were just reaching for your black coat when the front door opened.

"satoru," you said, and your voice came out strangled.

your best friend stood in your doorway, and for a moment, neither of you moved. his eyes swept over you — the dress, the makeup, the necklace — and something flickered across his face; something fast and dark that he smoothed over before you could fully read it.

"going somewhere?" satoru asked, and his voice was light, but his jaw was tight.

you should have lied. you should have said study group, or grocery shopping, or literally anything else, but you'd never lied to satoru before, not about anything that mattered, and you didn't know how to start now.

"i have a date," you said. "with jaehyun."

the silence that followed was deafening.

satoru didn't move; he simply stood there, one hand still on the doorknob, his body blocking the doorway like he could physically prevent you from leaving. his white hair was slightly messy, like he'd been running his hands through it, and he was wearing that black sweater you liked — the one that made his shoulders look impossibly broad.

"jaehyun," he repeated flatly.

"yes," you said, and your voice came out smaller than you intended. "jaehyun. the architect. the one i told you about."

"i know who jaehyun is," satoru said.

he completely stepped into the apartment, finally, and pushed the door closed behind him. the click of the lock was weirdly loud in the quiet room.

"i just thought you would have better taste."

the casual cruelty of it stung.

you felt it in your chest, sharp and hot, and suddenly you were so tired — tired of the comments, tired of the games, tired of the way satoru touched you and looked at you and made you feel like you were constantly missing something obvious.

"what is your problem, satoru?" you asked, and your voice cracked in the middle.

satoru blinked. "what?"

"you heard me."

you turned to face him fully, your coat completely forgotten on the couch. your hands were shaking, so you curled them into fists at your sides.

"every single time i mention someone, you have something to say. their eyebrows are wrong, they're too short, they smell like soup—"

"the soup thing was valid—"

"it wasn't!" you shouted, and satoru's mouth snapped shut. "it wasn't, satoru. and now it's jaehyun, and you won't even give him a chance. you show up at my apartment without warning, you won't stop touching me, you look at me like—"

you stopped, breathless, your heart pounding so hard you could feel it in your throat.

satoru was watching you with an expression you'd never seen before. his usual mask — the arrogant smirk, the lazy confidence, the annoying playfulness — had slipped away entirely. underneath was something raw. something hungry.

"like what?" satoru asked, and his voice was low. rough. "like what, sweetheart?"

you shook your head, stepping back, and your legs hit the edge of the couch.

"this isn't fair. you can't just—you don't get to act like this every time i try to move on. you don't get to be jealous when you're the one who—"

"jealous?" satoru laughed, but there was no humor in it. "you think i'm jealous?"

"i know you are," you said. "everyone can see it, satoru. suguru sees it. shoko sees it. i'm pretty sure my neighbor across the hall sees it, and she's half-blind."

satoru's jaw tightened.

he took a step toward you, then another, until he was close enough that you could smell his cologne — something clean and warm, like cedar and vanilla. his hand came up, and you flinched, but he just tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, his long fingers trailing down the side of your neck.

"and what if i am?" he murmured. "jealous. what if i can't stand the thought of you going out with him tonight? what if i've been going crazy for weeks, watching you text him, hearing you say his name—"

"then you should have said something," you whispered, and your voice broke on the last word.

satoru's hand slid to your jaw, tilting your face up so you had to look at him. his eyes were almost desperate, searching your face like he was looking for something he needed to survive.

"i'm saying something now," he said. "i can't watch you with anyone else. i can't do it. i've tried—god, i've tried—but every time you smile at someone who isn't me, i want to tear something apart."

your breath caught. "satoru—"

"so if you're gonna be with someone," he continued, his thumb brushing across your lower lip. "it's gonna be me."

the words hung in the air between you, heavy and electric.

you could feel the heat of satoru’s body through your dress, could see the way his chest rose and fell with each uneven breath. his hand was still on your jaw, gentle but firm, like he was afraid you'd disappear if he let go.

"what about jaehyun?" you asked, and it came out breathless.

satoru's eyes darkened. "fuck jaehyun."

and just like that, he kissed you.

it wasn't a soft or gentle kiss, no, it was so desperate and hungry and a little bit angry, like satoru had been holding this back for long years and the dam had finally broken.

satoru’s mouth moved against yours like he was trying to prove something, his hand sliding into your hair, tilting your head back so he could kiss you deeper.

you made a little sound — something between a gasp and a moan — and satoru swallowed it. his other hand found your waist, pulling you against him until there was no space left between your bodies; he was warm and solid and everywhere, and your brain had stopped working entirely.

when he finally pulled back, both of you were breathing hard. satoru’s lips were swollen, his eyes dark, and there was a flush creeping up his neck that you'd never seen before.

"tell me you don't want this," he said, his voice rough. "tell me to stop, and i will. but if you don't—"

you kissed him again, because you couldn't not. because six long years of insane tension and longing and denial had been building to this moment, and now that it was here, you couldn't imagine doing anything else.

satoru groaned against your mouth, his hands sliding down to grip your hips. he walked you backward until your legs hit the couch, and then he was lowering you onto the cushions, his body covering yours, his weight pressing you into the fabric.

"god, i've wanted this for so long," he murmured against your neck, his lips brushing your pulse point. "so fucking long. you have no idea."

"then show me," you said, and you felt him shudder.

he pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes roaming over your face like he was memorizing it.

"when i'm done with you," satoru said, and his voice was low and dark and full of promise. "you're not gonna remember jaehyun's name."

and then he kissed you again, and you stopped thinking about jaehyun entirely.

satoru's mouth was hot and insistent, his tongue sliding against yours in a way that made your toes curl inside your boots. he kissed like he did everything else — like he was competing for something, like he needed to win. but there was desperation underneath it, a trembling kind of hunger that made his hands shake slightly where they gripped your hips.

you kissed him back just as hard, your fingers tangling in his soft white hair, pulling him impossibly closer.

satoru made a sound — something low and wrecked — and his hips pressed into yours instinctively; you could feel him already, hard against your thigh through his jeans, and the knowledge sent a rush of heat straight through your core.

"bedroom," satoru murmured hungrily against your lips, and it wasn't a question.

you nodded, breathless, and then he was pulling you up off the couch, his hands never leaving your body. one palm flat against your lower back, the other cupping the side of your neck, his fingers threading into your hair. satoru kissed you the whole way down the hall — deep, messy kisses that made you stumble backward, trusting him to guide you.

he did. of course he did.

satoru’s body was a wall of heat in front of you, and his hands were everywhere; your waist, your ribs, the curve of your ass through your dress. he squeezed once, experimentally, and when you gasped into his mouth, he did it again, harder.

"fuck," he breathed, and you felt the word more than heard it.

your bedroom door was open, and he walked you through it without looking, his attention entirely on your mouth, your jaw, the spot behind your ear that made you shiver when he kissed it. the backs of your knees hit the bed, and you fell backward onto the mattress, pulling him with you.

satoru caught himself on his forearms, hovering over you, his hair falling forward into his eyes.

for a second, he just looked at you, like he couldn't believe you were here, beneath him, your dress riding up your thighs and your lipstick smeared across his mouth.

"you're so pretty," satoru said, and his voice cracked in the middle. "god, you're so pretty. i'm gonna lose my mind."

then he sat back on his heels and pulled his sweater over his head in one movement.

you'd seen satoru without a shirt before — pool parties, beach trips, that one time his dorm ac broke and he'd walked around campus in nothing but shorts for a week. but this was different; this was close, and private, and his skin was flushed pink across his chest, and you could see everything.

satoru’s shoulders were absurdly broad, tapering down to a narrow waist that made your mouth water. his chest was defined but not bulky — it was lean muscle that shifted under pale skin as he moved, and there was a thin line of white hair trailing down from his navel, disappearing into the waistband of his jeans, and satoru’s arms were roped with veins that stood out when he flexed.

he caught you staring and smiled — not his usual cocky grin, but something softer, almost shy.

"like what you see?"

"shut up," you said, and reached for him.

satoru came down willingly, his body pressing you into the mattress, his skin warm and smooth against your palms. you ran your hands over his shoulders, down his back, feeling the way his muscles jumped under your touch.

he was all heat and tension, and when your nails dragged lightly down his spine, satoru groaned and buried his pretty face in your neck.

"you're gonna kill me," he mumbled into your skin.

you kissed his shoulder, then his collarbone, then the hinge of his jaw. your hands slid down his sides, over his ribs, and when they reached the button of his jeans, you didn't hesitate.

satoru went rigid.

your fingers fumbled with the button, then the zipper, and then you were reaching inside his boxers, and—

oh!

satoru was ridiculously big.

well… you'd known he would be, somehow — everything about satoru was excessive, after all — but fucking hell, feeling him in your hand was completely different. he was thick and hot and already leaking, and when you wrapped your fingers around him, his whole body shuddered.

"sweetheart," satoru gasped, and it came out as a whine, so high and so desperate.

his hips jerked into your hand involuntarily, and he dropped his forehead to your shoulder, his breathing ragged.

"fuck, fuck, please—"

you stroked him slowly, your thumb spreading the wetness at the tip, and satoru made a sound you'd never heard from him before. it was broken and insanely needy, and satoru was shaking — actually shaking — his long fingers digging into the mattress on either side of your head.

"please what?" you asked, and your own voice was rough.

he lifted his head just enough to look at you, and his eyes were glassy, pupils blown so wide there was almost no blue left.

"please don't stop," satoru whispered. "please. i've wanted this for so long. i've thought about your hands—god, i've thought about your hands so much—"

you squeezed gently, just a little firmer, and his sentence cut off in a choked moan.

satoru buried his face in your neck again, his breath hot and uneven against your skin, and you felt him pulse in your hand; his whole body was tense, thighs flexing against yours, and you could feel how close he was — the way his stomach kept twitching, the way his hips started moving in small, desperate little thrusts into your fist.

"if you keep doing that," satoru said, muffled against your shoulder, "i'm not gonna last."

you didn't answer, you just kept going — steady, intentional, your grip adjusting to the slickness now, your thumb pressing into that spot right under the head on every upstroke. you wanted to see satoru fall apart; you wanted it more than you'd ever wanted anything.

and then he did.

it wasn't loud, that was the thing.

satoru’s breath hitched, held, and then released in a long, shuddering exhale against your neck. his whole body locked up for a second — his back arching just slightly, fingers twisting in the sheets — and then he broke.

you felt it in your hand first; the pulsing, the warmth spilling over your fingers, the way satoru’s hips stuttered and stopped. then the rest of him followed; his forehead pressed harder into your shoulder, almost like he was hiding. his arms trembled on either side of you. a sound came out of him — soft, wrecked, more breath than voice — and you realized his free hand had moved to grip your hip, not guiding you, just holding on.

you kept stroking him through it, slow and gentle now, and satoru whimpered and tried sooo hard to squirm away from the sensitivity even as he pushed into your touch at the exact same time. satoru’s face was still buried in your neck, and you could feel how warm his cheeks were, how damp his lashes were against your skin.

for a moment, neither of you moved.

satoru’s breathing was uneven, hitching every few seconds like he was still coming down, and your hand was a mess, and you didn't care at all.

finally, he lifted his head.

satoru’s face was flushed, his lips parted, his hair a disaster. he looked at you like he'd never seen you before — or maybe like he was seeing you clearly for the first time.

"your turn," you said, and your voice was steadier than you felt.

he blinked slowly, like the words had to travel through fog to reach him, then something completely shifted in satoru’s expression — something dark and determined settling over his still-soft features, a spark of that familiar satoru intensity cutting through the haze.

"my turn," he agreed.

his still trembling hands easily found the hem of your dress, and he pulled it up and over your head with an impatience that made you laugh — a breathless, surprised sound that turned into a gasp when he bent down and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your stomach.

satoru worked his way up slowly, kissing every inch of skin he uncovered, his lips hot and wet and reverent. when he reached your bra, he looked up at you, asking silent permission. you simply nodded, and he reached behind you to unclasp it with fingers that trembled even more.

the bra joined your dress on the floor.

satoru sat back on his heels and stared at you; his blue eyes traveled down your body — your breasts, your stomach, the lace edge of your panties — and his expression was almost painful to look at; like he was in awe, like he was in pain.

"you're so beautiful," satoru said, and his voice was hoarse. "i don't—i can't—"

"toru," you said, and your own voice was shaking. "please."

that broke whatever trance he was in.

satoru lowered himself over you again, his mouth finding yours in a kiss that was softer this time, almost tender, and his hand slid down your body, over your ribs, your hip, until his fingers brushed the waistband of your panties.

he pulled back just enough to look down, and then his fingers were hooking into the lace, but he didn't pull them off. instead, satoru pushed them to the side.

the air hit your wetness, and you felt exposed and seen and so incredibly turned on you thought you might combust. satoru's breath caught when he saw you completely, and his pupils swallowed the very last of the blue.

"all this for me?" he murmured, his fingers hovering just above where you needed him.

"y-yes," you said, and you meant it more than you'd ever meant anything. "always for you."

satoru’s eyes flicked up to yours, and something shifted in his expression; something soft and fierce and terrified all at once. then he looked back down, and his middle finger slid through your folds, gathering your wetness, circling your clit in a way that made your hips jerk off the bed.

"fuck," you gasped.

"that's it," satoru murmured, his voice low and focused. "that's it, sweetheart. let me hear you."

he circled your clit again, slow and meticulous, watching your face. when you moaned — loud, involuntary — his lips curved into a smile that was almost smug, but then you moaned again, and his smile faltered, replaced by something hungrier.

"you have no idea," satoru said, his finger still moving in lazy circles. "what this sound does to me."

he pushed two fingers inside you without warning, and your back arched off the bed.

it was so good — way too good — the stretch of his long fingers, the curl of them inside you, the way he found that spot immediately like he'd been studying a map of your body for years. his thumb pressed against your clit, and he started a rhythm that made your vision blur.

"right there?" satoru asked, and his voice was strained.

"y-yes—yes, don't stop—"

and satoru didn't stop.

he fucked you with his long fingers like he really meant it, his palm slapping against your clit with every single thrust, his blue eyes never once leaving your face; he watched every expression, cataloged every sound, and satoru’s own breathing was ragged, his hips pressing into the mattress like he was fucking it just to keep himself sane.

"you're so wet," he said, almost to himself. "god, you're so wet. is this because of me? because of what i said?"

you couldn't answer — you couldn't form any words — so you simply nodded, your hands desperately gripping the sheets, your hips rocking against his hand.

"say it," satoru demanded, his fingers curling harder. "say you want this. say you want me."

"i want you," you sobbed. "i want you, toru, please—"

he added a third finger, and the stretch was almost too much, the pressure building in your core until you couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't do a damn thing but feel. his thumb pressed harder against your clit, rubbing in tight circles that matched the rhythm of his fingers, and he leaned down to kiss your chest, your collarbone, the side of your breast.

"cum for me," he murmured against your skin. "cum on my fingers, sweetheart. i want to feel it."

you shattered.

it crashed over you in huge waves, your whole body convulsing, your nails digging into satoru's shoulders as you rode out the pleasure. he didn't stop — he kept his fingers deep inside you, he kept his thumb on your clit, working you through every aftershock until you were trembling and oversensitive and crying his name into the quiet room.

when you finally stilled, satoru pulled his fingers out slowly, carefully, and you watched through half-lidded eyes as he brought them to his mouth.

he licked them clean.

his eyes never left yours as he did it, his tongue sliding between his long fingers, tasting you like you were something precious. he made a sound — low and satisfied — and when he was done, and held his fingers out to you.

"your turn," he said, echoing your words from earlier.

you took his wrist and guided his fingers to your mouth; you sucked them in, one by one, tasting yourself on his skin. his breath hitched, and his hips jerked against the mattress, and you felt powerful in a way you'd never felt before.

when you let go, satoru’s fingers were slick with your spit, and his eyes were almost black.

"f-fuck," he whispered. "fuck, sweetheart. i need—i need to be inside you. please. i can't—"

he was shaking again, his composure crumbling completely, his body vibrating with need above you. you could feel him through his jeans, hard and aching, and you wanted him so badly it was a physical pain.

"then do it," you said. "do it, satoru."

he fumbled with his jeans, pushing them down just enough, and then he was there — pressing against your entrance, the head of his huge cock nudging at your wetness, both of you breathing too fast.

"look at me," he said, and his voice was raw. "i want you to look at me when i finally make you mine."

his voice cracked on the last word, and something in your chest splintered; this wasn't just sex, you could see it in his eyes — blown wide, glassy, stripped of every layer of sarcasm and swagger he'd ever worn. satoru looked terrified and hungry and so in love it was almost painful to witness.

"toru," you whispered, and his name felt different in your mouth now.

"i know," he said, and he sounded almost sorry. "i know we should talk. i know we're gonna have to figure out what the hell we're doing tomorrow. but right now—"

he pressed forward, just barely, the head of his cock catching against your entrance, and you both gasped.

"—right now, i need to be inside you. i need to feel you cum around me. and i need you to watch me fall apart while i do it."

you nodded, unable to speak, and satoru pushed in.

just an inch — slow, so slow — and your body stretched around him, full and burning in a way that made your eyes water. satoru was so much bigger than his fingers, thicker and hotter, and the pressure was almost too much. you felt every millimeter, every pulse of his cock as it slid into you, and the sound he made — god, the sound — was something you'd never heard from him before.

it was a broken moan, high and desperate, like he was the one being split open.

"fuck," satoru choked out, his forehead dropping to yours, and his breath was hot and uneven against your lips. "f-fuck, baby. you're so—you're so tight—i can't—"

his hips stuttered, and he pushed deeper, another inch, and your nails dug into his shoulders. the stretch burned in the best way, your body adjusting to him, and you could feel every ridge, every vein, every tiny shift of his hips.

"m-more," you said, your voice barely a whisper. "please, toru. i want all of it."

satoru made a sound like a wounded animal, and then he pushed forward in one long, slow thrust until he was buried completely inside you.

you both stopped breathing.

he was everywhere, filling you completely, stretching you in a way that bordered on overwhelming, his hips flush against yours; you could feel him throbbing inside you, could feel the way his whole body trembled above you, his arms shaking where they caged you in.

"oh my god," satoru breathed, and his voice was wrecked, absolutely destroyed. "oh my god. sweetheart. you feel—i can't—there aren't words."

his eyes were squeezed shut now, his jaw tight, and you watched a bead of sweat roll down his temple. he looked like he was in pain. like he was holding on by a thread.

"toru," you said, reaching up to cup his face. "look at me."

his eyes opened, and what you saw there completely made your heart clench; satoru looked dazed, almost drunk, his pupils so blown there was only a thin ring of blue left now, his lips were parted, his breathing ragged, and when you ran your thumb across his cheekbone, he turned his head and pressed a kiss to your palm.

"you're gonna be the death of me," satoru murmured against your skin. "you know that, right? i've been imagining this for six years, and it's still—it's so much better than i ever—" he cut himself off with a shaky exhale. "i'm not gonna last. i'm sorry. i'm so sorry, but i can't—"

"then don't," you said. "move, toru. please move."

well… he didn't need to be told twice.

satoru pulled out slowly — agonizingly slowly — until only the tip remained inside you, and then he pushed back in, just as slow, just as deep, his eyes never left yours, watching your face as he bottomed out again, and the expression on his face was one of pure, reverent awe.

"that's it," he whispered. "god, that's it. you're taking me so well, sweetheart. so fucking well."

he did it again, and again, each thrust was slow, deliberate, like he was trying to memorize every sensation; the drag of his huge cock against your walls, the way you clenched around him, the little sounds you made every time he pushed back in. his hands roamed your body — your waist, your ribs, your breasts — touching you like he was afraid you'd disappear.

"you're so beautiful," satoru said, and his voice was thick. "i've wanted to touch you like this for so long. you have no idea how many times i've jerked off thinking about you. thinking about these sounds you're making right now."

satoru’s hips snapped forward a little harder, and you moaned at that — loud and unfiltered — and satoru's eyes rolled back for just a second.

"yeah," he breathed. "yeah, like that. i want to hear you. i want everyone to hear you. i want jaehyun to hear you and know—know that you're mine."

the possessiveness in his voice should have scared you, but instead, it made you clench around him, and satoru groaned so loudly you felt it vibrate through his chest.

"you like that?" he asked, his pace picking up slightly. "you like it when i get jealous? when i talk about how you're mine?"

"fuck—yes," you admitted, because you couldn't lie anymore.

not with your best friend inside you, not with his skin against yours, not with the way he was looking at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

satoru's smile was sharp and hungry.

"good. because you are mine. you have been since the day you let me climb your fire escape."

satoru kissed you then — it was deep and messy, his warm tongue sliding against yours in a rhythm that matched his hips. he was fucking you slowly but deeply now, each thrust pushing you up the bed a little, and you wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him closer.

that changed everything.

the angle made him hit something inside you — something that made stars burst behind your eyes, and you cried out against his mouth, and satoru swallowed the sound, his hips stuttering before he found a new rhythm; faster, harder, still deep, but no longer gentle.

"there?" satoru gasped, pulling back just enough to look at your face. "is that the spot? right there?"

you couldn't answer, you could only nod, your hands fisting in his white hair, pulling him down so you could bite his lower lip. and satoru moaned loudly, and his hips snapped forward so hard the headboard banged against the wall.

"oh—f-fuck, sweetheart," satoru panted. "you're gonna make me come so fast. i can't—i've been waiting too long for this. you feel too good."

his hand slid between your bodies, and his thumb found your clit, and you nearly screamed.

he circled it in tight, fast motions, exactly the way you needed, and the combination of his enormous cock hitting that sweet spot inside you and his thumb on your clit was too much. the pleasure built so quickly it was almost painful, your whole body tightening like a coil about to snap.

"that's it," satoru murmured, his voice low and dark and completely gone. "cum for me again, sweetheart. i want to feel you cum on my cock this time. i want to feel you squeeze me while i'm inside you."

his thumb pressed harder, his hips moved faster, and he was looking at you — watching every micro-expression on your face with an intensity that should have been overwhelming.

but all you could feel was him. all you could hear was the sound of his breathing, the wet sounds of your bodies moving together, the little whimpers that fell from his lips every time you clenched around him.

"i'm close," you managed, your voice breaking. "oh my god, toru, i'm so close—"

"yeah?"

satoru was practically fucking you in earnest now, his composure completely gone; his hair was a mess, his face flushed, his lips swollen from your kisses.

"you gonna cum for me? gonna soak my cock, sweetheart? i want to feel it. i want to feel you—"

you came.

it surged through you without warning, your whole body arching off the bed, your nails raking down satoru’s back as you convulsed around him. satoru groaned — a deep, guttural sound that seemed to come from somewhere primal — and his hips kept moving, kept thrusting, working you through every second of your orgasm.

"oh, fuck," he gasped. "oh, fuckfuckfuck, sweetheart—you're squeezing me so tight—i can't—i'm gonna—"

satoru pulled out just enough that you felt the first pulse of his release, hot and sudden, and then he pushed back in and buried himself to the hilt as he came inside you.

his whole body shook, his arms gave out, and satoru collapsed on top of you, his face buried deep in your neck, his hips jerking uncontrollably as he emptied himself into you. he made sounds you'd never heard him make — broken, desperate sounds, almost like sobs — and you felt each pulse of his cock, each wave of his release, hot and filling.

"g-god," satoru whispered against your sweaty skin. "god, sweetheart. i love—i—"

he didn't finish the sentence, maybe he couldn't, maybe he was too far gone.

you held him, your fingers threading through his sweaty hair, your legs still wrapped around his waist. his cock was still inside you, softening slightly but not pulling out, and you could feel his cum leaking out around him, warm and wet.

for a long moment, neither of you moved, neither of you spoke, the only sounds were your breathing, slowly evening out, and the distant hum of the city outside your window.

satoru's hand was tracing patterns on your hip, lazy and absent, and you thought maybe he'd fallen asleep. maybe you'd get a moment to process what had just happened.

then satoru shifted.

his hips rolled forward, just slightly, and you felt him twitch inside you.

"satoru," you said, your voice hoarse.

he lifted his head, and his eyes met yours; they were still dark, still blown wide, but there was something new there now. something hungry and determined and a little bit feral.

"i'm not done," satoru said, and his voice was rough. "i'm not even close to done."

he pulled out slowly, and you felt the loss of him acutely — the sudden emptiness, the trickle of satoru’s cum that slid down your trembling thigh. but before you could mourn it, he was flipping you over, pulling you onto your hands and knees, his hands gripping your hips.

"i've been thinking about this position for years," satoru murmured, pressing a kiss to your shoulder blade. "thinking about how deep i could get. how loud you'd be."

you heard him spit into his hand — you heard the wet sound of him stroking himself — and then he was pressing against your entrance again, already hard, already ready.

"toru," you said again, and it came out as a pathetic whimper. "i'm still sensitive—"

"i know," satoru said, and he sounded almost apologetic. almost. "but you feel too good, sweetheart. and i'm so fucking obsessed with you. i can't stop. i don't want to stop."

he pushed in, and you both moaned.

it was different from the first time; you were still so wet, still so stretched, still so full of his cum, and satoru slid in easier now, way deeper, until you felt him in your stomach.

satoru paused for a moment, letting you adjust, his forehead pressed to the back of your neck.

"baby, tell me when," satoru said, his voice strained. "tell me when you're ready."

you took a breath, then another, the sensitivity was fading, replaced by a familiar ache, a familiar need.

"now," you said. "move now."

and he did.

satoru started slow again, but this time it was different.

this time, he was savoring; his hands completely roamed your body — your back, your ass, your hips — and he leaned over to press kisses along your spine. his huge cock dragged against your walls in a way that made your eyes roll back, and he was murmuring things against your skin; things you couldn't quite understand, things that sounded like praise and worship and desperation all at once.

"you're so perfect," he breathed. "so perfect for me. this pussy was made for me. you know that? made for my cock."

satoru’s pace quickened, his hips slapping against yours, and the sound was obscene — wet and loud and relentless. he reached around and found your swollen clit again, rubbing in tight circles, and you sobbed with the overstimulation of it.

"too much?" he asked, but he didn't stop. "or not enough?"

"m-more," you gasped. "more, toru—please—"

he gave you more.

satoru fucked you harder, faster, deeper, his grip on your hips so tight you knew there would be bruises tomorrow. his breathing was ragged, his moans were loud, and he was talking — talking constantly, a stream of consciousness that was half dirty and half desperate.

"look at you. taking me so well. you're so wet. so fucking wet. is this all for me? tell me it's all for me."

"it's all for you," you said, and you meant it.

satoru groaned loudly, and his hips snapped forward even harder, and you felt a second orgasm building — faster this time, sharper, pushed along by the overstimulation and the sound of his voice and the way he was fucking you like he needed you to survive.

"cum with me this time," he said, his voice breaking. "i want to feel you cum while i'm filling you up again. i want to feel you squeeze every drop out of me."

his thumb pressed down on your clit, and his hips lost their rhythm, becoming sloppy and desperate, and you knew he was close, and so were you. so close—

"now," satoru gasped. "now, sweetheart—"

you came together.

it was messy and loud and overwhelming, your body clenching around him as he spilled inside you again, his hips jerking erratically as he rode out his orgasm. you collapsed onto the bed, and he followed you down, his weight pressing you into the mattress, his cock still buried deep inside you, still pulsing.

neither of you moved.

satoru’s breath was hot against your ear, his heart pounding against your back, and you could feel him — getting hard again, still inside you, still not pulling out.

"one more," he murmured, and you could hear the smile in his voice, even through the exhaustion. "just one more. and then maybe we can talk about how i'm in love with you."

you laughed — a breathless, surprised sound — and satoru kissed your shoulder, your neck, the curve of your jaw.

"i'm serious, baby," satoru said, his hips rolling forward again, slowly. "i've been in love with you for years. and now that i've had you like this—"

he pushed deeper, and you moaned.

"—i'm never letting you go."

satoru’s hand slid under you, finding your clit again, and you realized he actually meant it.

he wasn't going to stop.

and honestly… you didn't want him to.

𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗲 ヾ(•̀ ヮ <)و

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──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !! gojo loves using the “i’m married” card whenever he gets approached, because in his mind you guys are married.

the thing about being satoru gojo is that people look at him.

he’s used to it by now— the double takes, the whispered gossip, the way strangers feel entitled to his attention just because he happens to be tall and white-haired and annoyingly beautiful(so he’s been told). it’s exhausting, honestly, but he’s learned to deal with it over the years.

the second her manicured fingers land on satoru’s forearm, he knows exactly what’s coming.

he’s seen this script a hundred times. the coy smile, the slight tilt of the head, the way her lashes flutter like she’s got something in her eye. he’s been fielding these approaches for years, long before you came along, and he’s got it down to a fine art now.

“sorry,” he says, before she can even get a word out. “i’m married.”

the lie rolls off his tongue as easily as breathing. it’s not even really a lie, not in his head. you’re his girlfriend, yes, but you’re also the one. the endgame. the person he’s going to annoy for the rest of his natural life and probably well beyond that if he figures out how. in his mind, you’ve already got the ring, the shared last name, the matching toothbrushes in the bathroom. the paperwork is just a formality.

the woman’s face falls slightly, but she’s persistent. he’ll give her that. “oh, i don’t see a ring—”

“left it at home,” he says smoothly, already starting to edge away. “wife’d kill me if i lost it.”

he does have a ring. it’s just that it’s still sitting in the expensive jewellery shop that you always stare at when you guys pass by. he’s been meaning to go in and custom-make one that’s been appearing in his mind lately, one that would be unique and fitting only for you, but there’s no rush and the right moment just hasn’t shown up yet, because every time he looks at you, his brain short-circuits and he forgets how words work.

but that’s a problem for future satoru.

right now, present satoru is trying to escape this conversation without being rude, because you’re waiting for him in the car, most likely dozing off against the window with that cute pout on your lips.

he’s reaching for the strawberry milk with the cute cow on it, when he hears the click of heels behind him.

“excuse me?”

satoru doesn’t even turn around. his hand closes around the bottle anyway. “married,” he says, tossing it into his basket.

“oh! i—i wasn’t—”

“very married. disgustingly married. my wife is the most beautiful woman in the world and i think about her constantly.” he finally glances over his shoulder, offering a bland smile. “sorry.”

the woman blinks at him, then laughs nervously and retreats toward the chips aisle.

satoru turns back to the fridge, satisfied. it’s not even a lie anymore, not really. you’ve been his girlfriend for two years, and somewhere along the way— maybe when he watched you fall asleep on his couch with your glasses askew, or when you sent him a photo of a cat you saw on the street with the caption him, or when you laughed so hard at your own joke that you choked on water— he stopped thinking of you as just a girlfriend.

you’re his wife. you just don’t know it yet. there’s paperwork to do, and a ring to buy, and a question to ask, but in his head? you signed the papers months ago.

he grabs another bottle of milk because you like the chocolate one too, and heads to the checkout, basket swinging from his wrist. the cashier gives him an interested look but he only looks at you through the transparent doors that open and close, smiling when he sees you rubbing your eyes through the window and looking around sleepily.

.

.

.

the first thing satoru notices is that the afternoon sun is hitting just right against your hair, making it look like something out of a painting. the second thing he notices is the woman approaching.

he clocks her immediately— the way her eyes flick to him, the subtle once-over, the way she angles her body toward his. he’s seen this movie a hundred times. hell, he’s starred in it a hundred times.

“excuse me,” she says, all polite smile and batted lashes. “i’m so sorry to bother you, but i just had to say—you have the most stunning eyes i’ve ever seen.”

satoru feels you stiffen slightly beside him. your hand, which had been loosely linked with his, tightens just a fraction. he wants to squeeze back, to reassure you, but he’s also kind of… curious. because usually, when this happens, he’s alone. he gets to play his little game where he flashes an imaginary wedding ring and says sorry, i’m married with a soft, stupidly fond smile that he practices exclusively for the version of you that lives in his head.

but you’re right there and he’s never had to play that card with you within earshot before.

“oh,” he says, tilting his head. his glasses slip down his nose just enough for him to peer over them. “thanks.”

the woman takes the lack of immediate rejection as encouragement. “i don’t usually do this, but i was wondering if maybe you’d like to grab a coffee sometime? there’s a great place just around the corner—”

“no can do,” satoru interrupts, his voice softening at the edges. he feels your hand twitch again. “i’m married.”

the word hangs in the air. married. he’s said it a thousand times to strangers, to cashiers, to that one persistent guy at the bookstore who wouldn’t take a hint. but never like this, never with you standing right there by his side.

you go very still.

the woman blinks, glances at your interlocked hands, then back at his face. “oh. i’m sorry, i didn’t see a ring—”

“don’t need one,” he says simply, he’s not even looking at her anymore. he’s looking at you, at the way your lips have parted slightly, at the confusion and tenderness flickering across your face. “some things you just know.”

there’s a beat of silence. the woman mutters an apology and retreats. satoru doesn’t watch her go. he’s too busy watching you stare up at him like he’s grown a second head.

“married?” you repeat, your voice going breathy like it does when you’re trying not to laugh but also trying not to cry.

“well, yeah,” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. he brings your joined hands up and presses a kiss to your knuckles, right there in the middle of the sidewalk. “i mean, not legally. yet. but in my head? you’ve had the ring for like eight months now. it’s very sparkly. you look great in it.”

you blink at him once, twice, and then you make a sound that’s half-giggle, half-gasp, shoving at his chest with your free hand. “satoru! you can’t just tell strangers we’re married!”

“why not?” he grins, bright and boyish and entirely unrepentant. “it’s gonna happen eventually. i’m just saving time.”

“you’re insane.”

“insanely in love, maybe.”

you groan, burying your face in his shoulder, and he feels you smile against his shirt. your ears are pink. he wants to bite them.

“you’ve been doing this the whole time?” you mumble into his collarbone. “every time someone flirts with you?”

“every. single. time.” he wraps his free arm around your waist and pulls you closer, resting his chin on top of your head. “you’re my wife in every way that matters. the government just doesn’t know it yet.”

you pull back just enough to look at him, and there’s something in your eyes that makes his chest ache— all shimmery and wondering, like you’re seeing him for the first time. you smile, small and private, and tug his sleeve. “c’mon, husband. my show starts in ten.”

he word husband hits him right in the stupid chest like a truck made of flowers.

he follows you out, already planning the ring. already knowing exactly what it’ll look like. already halfway down on one knee in his head.

you don’t know any of that, not yet. but you said it and now he’s never letting you go.

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using the replica dildo your nsfw content mutual!gojo satoru gifted you on stream. part one + inspo ask

ever since you’ve received that stupid gift from satoru, he hasn’t left you alone. constantly asking if the quality of silicone was that of a good quality. and asking if it felt like the real thing — a subtle hint of ‘did it feel like my dick?’.

but the truth is, you haven’t used it — you couldn’t even fathom the thought of how something so big could possibly fit inside of you.

“sooo… how’d it feel, hmm?!” satoru says over the phone, and you could practically hear the smile he’s biting back as your eyes flicker over to the hyper-realistic dildo.

it’s almost scary how similar the replica is to the videos of himself on twitter. the texture of the silicone is soft to touch, representing a faux skin. even the girth of the toy is surrealistic — the way your able to curl your hands around it, and squeeze it as the skin around it wrinkles in just the way satoru’s does when he’s fisting his dick on live.

“i already told you, toru.” you pan your attention back to the conversation. “i will not be putting that monstrous thing inside of me.” you reach a hand towards your phone, watching satoru’s lips curl downwards into that signature pout of his.

“monstrous?! you’re so mean.” he sighs, “thought you wanted a gift straight from japan, something you could even put to good use.” you watch his lips follow his words as he rambles on. his gorgeous, feathered eyelashes batting with each blink he takes, and the way his bottom lip is glossed over with a coat of his saliva.

satoru’s beauty always made you question how such a pretty face could be carrying something so, deadly within their pants. and you’d be lying to yourself if you said the thought of using the dildo never cross your mind at least thrice.

“not monstrous in a bad way, just you know…” you add to satoru’s mini yap-session. “this thing is way bigger than it looks on camera. if i put this inside of me, i’d probably die.” you say in an a way that left you speechless which earned a chuckle out of satoru.

“you’re not gonna die, we have infinite compatibility.” he grins, revealing the dimple at the corner of his mouth. “compatibility, or not it’s still gonna hurt like hell.” you reply, though there’s a little pause.

just a beat of silence before satoru responds. “should i fly over there and just give you the real thing instead?”

his tone is playful, but there’s a linger that makes it feel heavier than it should have. the kinda feeling that makes your stomach fill with warmth. “w— what, toru?! stay where you are!” you stutter out, a little flustered because he’s stupidly persistent and annoyingly bold.

—

and now you can’t help but wonder — what if satoru had flown to your city. what if your first taste of satoru’s dick didn’t have to be the replica he sent, but the real him… wondering just how warm your bodies would feel against each other. how, if it was too much, would he praise you through it? or would he accidentally bottom-out inside you?

a connection shared between you two in which a piece of silicone could never replicate.

so maybe that explains why you’re active at such an abnormal time — logged into your onlyfans during past hours, disregarding the posting schedule you had planned for unreleased content as you hit the ‘go live now’ button.

you rarely go live after midnight. and the one thing you didn’t expect was for your subscribers to be so active after midnight as the view count doubled, and tripled over the span of minutes.

though this wasn’t an ordinary live — no, this one was different. your setup was slightly ajar, as if you were in some sort of rush. you didn’t even use your camera display, instead you used some cheap tripod you found lying around your room and connected your phone to it.

the quality of your phone in dim lighting wasn’t the best, but at least your body’s still clear enough on the camera. you’re in nothing, but a thin-cottoned tank top and panties. your back against the mattress, thighs parted with your knees tucked towards your chest and the tripod is held between your thighs. exposing the damp spot of fabric practically molded onto the mounds of your lips.

it was honestly pathetic how wet you could get from just a few thoughts of delusion. inappropriately thinking of all the ways you’d take satoru at any time, and place. how knowingly he’d come running like a dog if you’d just say the word.

but you don’t have to say the words — not when satoru’s almost instantly pressing on the onlyfans notification with your username titled in bold.

“freakenuinelyy/n is now live!”

his screen being met with your body on full display during his lecture. he isn’t even in a moral environment to be watching something, so explicit as he makes his way to the nearest bathroom in the building.

and as unusual as it is for you to go live during the middle of the day in satoru’s timezone — he’s never missed a stream of you a day in his life.

satoru watches you through his screen. watching the way you tease yourself through those dangerously thin panties, as your fingers rub over your clothed clit. he loved hearing the soft moans escape from your lips whenever you’d touch yourself, it made the blood flow straight to his dick immediately.

you were like an addictive drug to him as he fumbled around to get himself free from out of his pants. mumbling under his breath once he began stroking himself to you, imagining just how perfectly you’d take him. how fucking beautiful you’d look underneath him while being stretch out by his dick.

he’d watch you tug your panties to the side, pupils blown as he focus on how soaked you were. like you’ve been edging yourself all day just to find relief at the end. satoru groaned at the sight of your hole clenching around nothing, practically begging to be stuffed as he squeezes his cock harder with a pleasurable wince.

your fingers graze over your clit, dipping down to where you’re soaked before gliding your index and middle finger through your slit with a moan as you bit down on your lip. that’s satoru’s favourite part because whenever your fingers dip down and disappear into that tiny hole, he can’t help but replace your fingers with the image of his cock sliding in.

he watches as he fists himself, biting back noises before realizing that your fingers never once dipped inside your pussy. instead you’re reaching for lube, and drizzling it messily over yourself as it drips down the inside of your thighs down the crevices of other areas.

a part of him is hoping that you reach for the gift he sent you, and not some other random subscriber’s gift. satoru wrapped his fingers around the base of his shaft, practically strangling it as he pauses his movements in anticipation. feeling the circulation slowly cut off, making him more sensitive as he watches you pull a dildo into the frame.

his dildo. the dildo he shamelessly begged you to use even though you’ve repeatedly told him no. “well, fuck me…” satoru let out a breathlessly chuckle, and threw his head back against the wall behind him as his dick involuntarily twitched in his hand.

this reality felt a little different than how he’d imagined it. his jaw tightened as he watched you glide the silicone between your folds, watching the way your slick coated the length, and how’d he wished it were him.

the size difference drove him absolutely insane, he even started to understand why you thought it wouldn’t fit as his eyes drifted towards the comments.

@torusthroatgoat: no fucking way that things gonna fit

@iswalakum: i’ve never seen dildo look THAT realistic before

@oggoonetter: wait … why’s that dildo look so familiar ??

@dilftojiidk: if you can take that like a champ, let me gift you something even better

@463352cs: is that theblueeyedgoat’s dick ???

satoru closes the comment tab while groaning, before he’s getting numerous notifications from twitter of people tagging him under your page.

“@theblueeyedgoat, @freakenuinelyy/n is using a dildo that looks similar to your dick?!?!!”.

the parasocial subscribers are going crazy. but nothing’s crazier than the jealous pit lodged at the bottom of satoru’s stomach. the way he watches you dip the head of dildo near your entrance, and hears the way you whine at the first attempt to push it in? he’s losing it.

satoru didn’t expect to feel a sense of inferiority… no, he thought watching you struggle to take his dick would be the best thing life had to offer, but that was completely wrong. he’d made the the biggest mistake of his life. and now he’s stuck paying the price — watching you gain pleasure from something that he should’ve tasted for himself.

the camera is shaking as you’re pushing the tip of the dildo against your entrance, struggling to fit the silicone inside. it’s too big, and you can already feel the stretching burn every time you push it deeper.

you’re cursing under your breath, small whimpers falling from your lips as you go for another attempt. this time more assertive than last as you gnaw at your bottom lip, feeling the slow, aching burn stretch you open as the head finally disappears inside of you.

there’s a strained lump in your throat that makes you swallow down hard because there’s no way you’re taking satoru’s ‘dick’ right now, in-front of thousands of people. and within those thousands of people there’s a certain someone watching… locked in a campus bathroom stall with his pants dropped to his ankles and a hand desperately fisting at his cock.

he’s watching you fuck yourself with the dildo he made you — the dildo he replicated just for you and yet he’s gritting his teeth, and tightening his jaw out of pure jealousy.

the way you’re so visibly tight around the silicone. how your breathing staggers each time you push and pull another inch of the toy in and out of you. even how you’re able to accommodate the size of something that looked physically impossible to handle.

it should’ve been satoru inching his way into you — he should’ve been the one splitting you open on his cock. you were supposed to be the one clawing your nails into the flesh of his back, while he felt you struggle to take him as he cooed you through the pain of it all.

or… that’s what he thinks should’ve happened instead of gifting you that stupid, fucking dildo he’s basically been cucking himself with as he watched the way your hole devoured the silicone repeatedly through the screen. thinking about how warm, and tight your insides would be while milking his dick for all he’s worth before he’s shooting a heavy load into the palm of his hand with a desperate groan escaping his throat.

satoru watches as you’re still rearranging your insides on screen while he’s still pulsing out ropes of cum, before he’s opening the chat box again. this time tapping his fingers against his screen.

“theblueeyedgoat has tipped $2000.”

and there’s a message sent along with the donation.

“you’re taking me so good princess. think ya’ can handle the real thing too?”

lowkenuinely tagging the ppl who wanted a part two, hope you enjoy !! ᰔ : @therealkenzieeee , @m1lfl0verrr , @oidloid , @novxccaine , @meennish , @miacutiepatootie , @gojomio , @luvxpink , @eyekoniccs , @grandqueen1533 , @itsthegrabber , @lumiq-q ,

[keki1205]

Nerdjo fanart by me !

[mjsatoru]

distracting your boyfriend while he's gaming because you're horny. {18+ mdni}

gamer bf gojo x clingy gf fem reader.

Satoru's monitors glow and his large screen show a brutal fight with a boss in the virtual world. His headset is set tightly over his ear, and his mic is close to his mouth to bark orders and occasional curses at his squad.

"Yo, Yuji, left flank – LEFT. Fuck, let me heal, I'm gonna die!"

His fingers fly against the joystick of his controller and he meshes the other playing buttons. The lights flick in time with the gunfire on-screen.

His gaming chair (that probably costs more than some people's rent) creaks under his weight every time he leans forward. He hasn't looked away from the screen in a very long time.

You've tried to get him off the game and back to you, but it hasn't worked. You've texted him from the bedroom –' babe I miss you.'– sent a selfie in your silky shorts and tank top, knowing it would drive him insane, you added a caption to the selfie "come to bed."

Though, you got nothing but a heart eyes emoji and a "five more mins, swear." It feels like it's been hours since then.

Now you're done waiting. You make your way toward his gaming room, hoping to be able to provoke him since you're not wearing a bra or panty. Just your pink tank top, where your perky nipples are visible due to the air-con on high blast and those silky shorts that keep riding up.

Satoru doesn't look up when the door clicks shut behind you. His eyes remain locked on the screen, his jaw is clenched in a way that makes you want to bite on it.

"Loot the ammo – NOW –fuck, yes. Keep the debuff off me."

You step into his peripheral vision, standing close enough to him that your knee is against his thigh. He registers you – his eyes sweep down your body, lingering on the way your top clings to your breasts and your shorts ridden up to flash the side of your ass. His tongue wets the corner of his mouth, but the game attracts him back.

"Baby," he mutters, his voice soft. "Five minutes. The boss is at twenty percent."

You don't say anything to that, instead you slide one knee over his lap, then the other, straddling him in his game chair. The shorts ride up even more, making your bare pussy brush his sweats.

He's already half-hard. Of course he is. The feeling of him thickening under you makes your breath catch. Satoru's left hand leaves the keyboard for a second to settle on your hip. His thumb caresses the skin above your waistband, but then it's back on his controller.

"Megumi, don't stand in the fire, I swear to God–"

You circle your hips slowly, grinding down on his cock pressed right against your clit. A soft, involuntary sound leaves your throat, making his jaw flex.

"Y/N," he warns. "Not now."

But his hips lift a little to chase the feeling of you. You smirk and do it again.

His friends scream in his ear. "Satoru, where's the machete?" "I'm dead, I'm fucking dead–"

But you see that he's lost a lot of his focus. His eyes flick to you, then back to the screen. You reach between your bodies and your fingers slip in his pants and boxers.

He's warm and already leaking at the tip. You wrap your hand around him to pump a few times, swiping your thumb over his tip to spread the precum and his breath audibly hitches.

"Gojo, you good?"

Yuji's voice buzzes through the headset.

"Yeah," he manages, his voice rough. "Just lagging."

You almost laugh. Just lagging. Sure...

You tug his pants and boxers down to free him and his cock slaps against his stomach, it's flushed and gorgeous.

You rise on your knees, guiding him to your entrance, letting the tip nudge your folds. His hand shoots to your thigh, digging into it... But his eyes are still on the screen, knuckles whitening on the controller.

"Ten percent," he grits out. "Ten fucking percent, just–"

You sink down and the stretch is a little bit sore but still amazing. A low, broken moan escapes you both. His head falls back against the chair, throat exposed and Adam's apple bobbing.

"Fuck," he whispers quietly so only you can hear. Then he straightens, squaring his shoulders.

"Kento, snipe from the building –yes... Like that–"

You start to move slowly. You take him deep and grind your clit against him. The chair creaks under you. His hand finds your ass again, squeezing it hard and guiding your movements without leaving the controller completely. His right hand doesn't stop assaulting the buttons. You lean forward so your lips are near his ear, whining into it.

"You're ignoring me."

"Am not." he pants, eyes locked on the opposition's health bar. "Just – Fuck – uh, multitasking."

You deliberately clench around him and his hips jerk up into you. A strangled groan is caught in his throat.

"Satoru?" Shoko's voice sounds. "Are you jerking off or something?"

"The fuck? No." Something even better. Much better.

You ride him harder, thighs burning as he throbs inside you. You can feel him fighting. He's trying to keep his hands on the game steady, but he can't. His cock is pulsing so hard inside you.

You reach up, tugging his headset mic away from his mouth. His eyes snap to yours, wide and warning.

"Don't." he mouths.

You smile mischievously and lick up his neck. You let your head fall back and moan loudly – it's probably loud enough for the mic to catch and for his friends as well...

Satoru yanks the headset off roughly, slamming the mute button. The room goes silent – well, except for the wet sounds of your bodies, your breath and his.

"You little–"

You slam your hips down again to cut him off. He grips your waist, lifting you up before slamming you back down a good few times. The chair rolls back and the wheels squeak.

"Want them to hear how good you fuck me?" you whisper, your nails digging into his shoulders. "Want them to know why you're missing the kill shot?"

His answer is a groan, he puts down the controller, pulls out, and turns you around so your back is facing him. One hand is on your back, bending you forward until your cheek presses against the desk.

The new angle is even better. He thrusts up into you hard. The tip of his cock hits deeper spots inside you. Your tits spill out of the tank top, nipples brushing across the desk as he slams into you.

You bite your lip, not trying to be too vocal but it's impossible. He's in too deep, too perfect. You cry out but he claps a hand over your mouth to muffle the sound.

"Come," he rasps into your ear. "Come on me while I finish this raid. Quietly, baby."

He picks up the controller to finish his game while you release on him, your pussy clenches so hard. He groans into your shoulder and his teeth sink in. Your thighs shake and your toes curl against the chair's footrest.

He follows a second later, hips stuttering as he spills deep inside you with a curse. His hand moves from your mouth to grip your throat possessively, holding you against him as he fills you.

The opposition's health bar hits zero. The victory badge shows on the screen, along with Victory music. Satoru's forehead drops to your back, both of you trembling.

"GG," Yuji's voice comes through from the discarded headset. "Toru, you alive?"

He reaches over, still buried inside you and to pick up the headset and talk.

"Yeah. Good game... "

[anxtoru]

` 𝐖𝐇𝐎'𝐒 𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐘 ?!

sypnosis: jjk men getting dominated by you for the first time.

contains: usage of sextoys, sub!character dom!fem!reader, spitting, dacryphilia, spanking, degradation, mommy kink, pegging, edging, aftercare, etc.

characters: gojo satoru & geto suguru.

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

At first he would be all cocky about it saying "you'll just get lazy and beg me to fuck you" oh boy was he wrong. He was getting holding onto the sheets for dear life as you gave him the meanest backshots. The 7 inch dildo strapped onto your pelvis was pecking kisses to his tummy, driving him crazy.

"Ah!—mommy slow down! Hngh!" He cries out, tears and drool drenching the sheets as he buries his face there. "Hm? I thought you wanted to satisfy mommy? You were so cocky about it too, baby" Punctuating every other word with a hard thrust. "Mommy—fuck! wanna cum s'bad please." He whimpered turning his head to look at you. You dip your head down to spit in his mouth before giving him one sloppy, nasty kiss.

You intensify your thrust looking down at your boyfriend with a sadistic smile all those cockiness from earlier is gone in sight. You raise your hand to spank his ass cheek leaving a faint reddish handprint on his skin making him gasp and sob. "I'm gonna cum—hah! I'm g'na cum s'hard momma—please please pleasssuh!" You immediately pull out as his balls tighten making him feel frustrated as you edged him."N—No!! Mommy no teasin! It hurts so bad..please let me cum. Please I'll be a good boy. I swear!" He cries out tears uncontrollably falling down from his eyes like a water dam overflowing "I thought you could handle it." You sigh feigning disappointment trying to pull away but he grabs your wrist pulling you into a tight embrace. "Don't go. I need you! Please make me cum!!" His voice trembles as he presses his chin to your breasts sobbing and sniffling.

You sigh and slowly penetrates his tight hole again. He winces in slight pain but quickly adjusts to it, latching his glossy lips to one of your tits sucking and gently nibbling on it cause he knows your sensitive. You let out a breathy sigh as you began to thrust into his ass slowly speeding up. You can feel the vibrations of his moans and whimpers against your swollen tits adding a more pleasurable sensation as you piston his hole.

It's hot. Everything's hot. The smell of sex lingering around the air, your breaths mixed together, him underneath you with his eyes rolling to the back of his head. It's suffocating, intoxicating, something you'd wanna get high on, overdose on. The sound of his voice when the nickname 'mommy' rolls out of his tongue, is satisfying like stepping on a crunchy leaf during summer, like a cold shower after a bad day.

"You close honey? Want to squirt out your load on mommy and make a mess?" Your hand snakes down to his hard throbbing cock thats red in neglect, drenching in precum. Your hand tightens around his shaft, your thumb rubs his slit dragging out a long moan from him. "Can I mommy? Please can i? I've been a good boy haven't I?" His pleas were music to your ears. You lean down to kiss his lips before adjusting your hips and pounds it against his back in forth.

"Of course you can." You say, your grip on his hips tightening. He buries his face on the crook of your neck whimpering against your crevice. His hot breath tickles your skin, your sweats were mixing with each other. It was so lewd as if it the end of the world and the only way to escape it was to perform this ritual to go to the abyss. And before he knew it, he was there.

He squirts a load, his cum splatters on your torso and you grab his neck pulling him forward. "Clean your mess baby. You've done such a good job." You whisper praises into his ear as you help him ride his orgasm while his lips are currently latched onto your skin cleaning up his mess.

You pull out slowly, unequiping the strap-on you notice that he's sore, his poor hole a bit red and abused, his cheeks tearstained, his neck that was once a blank canvas was now a masterpiece filled with crescent engravements making you feel a pang of guilt inside. After cleaning and putting the strap-on away, you approach his laying figure.

"Wanna take a bath together?" You ask him, tenderly brushing his white locks away from his face. "Sure, just give me a minute baby." He says before finally standing up and walking to the bathroom with you slightly limping. There, you didn't just shower him, but also showered him with affection and kisses.

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

After dropping off the girls to the room, Suguru thought it would be funny to flirt with their teacher infront of you just to make you jealous. It worked but the consequences has his face down, ass up with his belt acting up as a blindfold and a ball gag muffling his moans. Meanwhile you were behind him pounding into his ass as if it was the end of the world. His brain is fogged up with the only thing thats on his mind right now is your silicone cock pistoning in and out of him. (He didn't even know you own one)

If it was possible, he'd probably get pregnant from this cause the way you were bouncing on his ass is the same as breeding. You literally had him clawing on the sheets and tearing up. You were hitting all the right spots as if he had a g-spot like in a pussy. He almost cums when you slap his ass. The sound of you hitting his skin echoed across the room.

You pinch his nipples and his body stiffens, his breath trembling and heavy, his tears falling down, passing through the open gaps between the belt covering his eyes and the skin. Your hands go down to his cock continuing to pound him, you also strock his cock. Your hand acting like it had it's own soul and it's only goal is to milk his cock dry.

His moans and whimpers were blocked by the ball gag muffling it but not enough to lower it down, it fills the room along with sound of your skin slapping and your little soft grunts. Good thing the girls were at school cause if they were, they would call the police due to what sounded like Suguru was getting tortured.

You grab a fistful of his hair and lean in to whisper, "Take that you slut. What happened to the smug dude that was slutting himself out huh?" You take off his ball gag and threw it somwhere on the bed before crashing your lips against his. "Princess, listen—fuck! I'm gonna cum. Please let me cum I'm sorry for being a—ohmygod dick earlier. That was really shitty of me—hngh! I love you so much!"

You continue your relentless pace, the tip of your 'cock' presses kisses onto his prostate making him scream. And before you know it he was cumming. The sheets were painted white by a generous amount of his semen.

You pull out earning another gasp from him. "so," you start, standing up and grabbing your pants. "Lunch?" You ask him tilting your head to look at his pretty post orgasm face.

"I think I'm just gonna lie down here." He said, his asshole starting to feel sore. It takes you a moment to realise that and when you do, you go to the kitchen to cook something up and coming back to feed him.

"here comes the airplane" you tease him.

"shut up" he rolled his eyes but nonetheless, he opened his mouth to catch the spoon.

a/n: this has been sitting on my drafts for years. I didn't proofread this so ignore the mistakes!

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[anxtoru]

Me with that one fanfic i copy n pasted into my notes app

[frenchcoucou]

how do I enter his cockpit

[lemonswirlss]

pegging gojo while he has a harmonica in his mouth ᯓ‎𝄞

your hips snap against the smooth skin of your boyfriend’s ass, in the exact place he usually has you laid out. it isn’t often you get to peg him. but when you do, he always comes up with some bullshit idea and calls it “spicing things up.”

“DOOOO-DOOT!!”

thats the sound the harmonica occupying his mouth makes as you slam the silicone-cock attached to your front inside his hole particularly hard. yes, that’s right—satoru is playing the harmonica! only that your thrusts are doing all the work, like this was some twisted garage-band journey to fame.

everytime you hit his g-spot, all you get in return is what sounds like a symphony in your bedroom. “satoru, can you keep it down? the neighbors are gonna think we have billy joel over.”

unfortunately, satoru just can’t help himself! he always has been vocal in bed, but its so much worse when he’s getting pegged. its only a few seconds later when his hips start chasing the mattress, grinding his sticky cock right on your clean sheets.

as much as you typically love to encourage his orgasm, all you can do is laugh. he cums quick and hot, cum splattering onto the sheets in a messy line of creamy white. he lets out a noise—or..performance.

“breauuum!!! dooooo-dee!!” the harmonica wails, as if you had your own personal blues band right at home. you’re sure you’ve never seen such an extravagant orgasm, and that this must be an original experience.

you sure as hell will not be cumming.

tagsss!! <3@sugurusbadhabit @xqce @planetchoso @satorusdollie @heavenlyrestrained @sugusplaything @liliklei @getopilleds @florcosmi @lollipopryomen @valberryboos @3lliesr1fle @jijikawa @getorade @icebearcucumber @tojiscreampie @im-a-simp139 @pussydrunklilac @maxxthefan @limitless-satoru @catgvrl @v4mp1r3b4tzz

[anxtoru]

` 𝐖𝐇𝐎'𝐒 𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐘 ?!

sypnosis: jjk men getting dominated by you for the first time.

contains: usage of sextoys, sub!character dom!fem!reader, spitting, dacryphilia, spanking, degradation, mommy kink, pegging, edging, aftercare, etc.

characters: gojo satoru & geto suguru.

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

At first he would be all cocky about it saying "you'll just get lazy and beg me to fuck you" oh boy was he wrong. He was getting holding onto the sheets for dear life as you gave him the meanest backshots. The 7 inch dildo strapped onto your pelvis was pecking kisses to his tummy, driving him crazy.

"Ah!—mommy slow down! Hngh!" He cries out, tears and drool drenching the sheets as he buries his face there. "Hm? I thought you wanted to satisfy mommy? You were so cocky about it too, baby" Punctuating every other word with a hard thrust. "Mommy—fuck! wanna cum s'bad please." He whimpered turning his head to look at you. You dip your head down to spit in his mouth before giving him one sloppy, nasty kiss.

You intensify your thrust looking down at your boyfriend with a sadistic smile all those cockiness from earlier is gone in sight. You raise your hand to spank his ass cheek leaving a faint reddish handprint on his skin making him gasp and sob. "I'm gonna cum—hah! I'm g'na cum s'hard momma—please please pleasssuh!" You immediately pull out as his balls tighten making him feel frustrated as you edged him."N—No!! Mommy no teasin! It hurts so bad..please let me cum. Please I'll be a good boy. I swear!" He cries out tears uncontrollably falling down from his eyes like a water dam overflowing "I thought you could handle it." You sigh feigning disappointment trying to pull away but he grabs your wrist pulling you into a tight embrace. "Don't go. I need you! Please make me cum!!" His voice trembles as he presses his chin to your breasts sobbing and sniffling.

You sigh and slowly penetrates his tight hole again. He winces in slight pain but quickly adjusts to it, latching his glossy lips to one of your tits sucking and gently nibbling on it cause he knows your sensitive. You let out a breathy sigh as you began to thrust into his ass slowly speeding up. You can feel the vibrations of his moans and whimpers against your swollen tits adding a more pleasurable sensation as you piston his hole.

It's hot. Everything's hot. The smell of sex lingering around the air, your breaths mixed together, him underneath you with his eyes rolling to the back of his head. It's suffocating, intoxicating, something you'd wanna get high on, overdose on. The sound of his voice when the nickname 'mommy' rolls out of his tongue, is satisfying like stepping on a crunchy leaf during summer, like a cold shower after a bad day.

"You close honey? Want to squirt out your load on mommy and make a mess?" Your hand snakes down to his hard throbbing cock thats red in neglect, drenching in precum. Your hand tightens around his shaft, your thumb rubs his slit dragging out a long moan from him. "Can I mommy? Please can i? I've been a good boy haven't I?" His pleas were music to your ears. You lean down to kiss his lips before adjusting your hips and pounds it against his back in forth.

"Of course you can." You say, your grip on his hips tightening. He buries his face on the crook of your neck whimpering against your crevice. His hot breath tickles your skin, your sweats were mixing with each other. It was so lewd as if it the end of the world and the only way to escape it was to perform this ritual to go to the abyss. And before he knew it, he was there.

He squirts a load, his cum splatters on your torso and you grab his neck pulling him forward. "Clean your mess baby. You've done such a good job." You whisper praises into his ear as you help him ride his orgasm while his lips are currently latched onto your skin cleaning up his mess.

You pull out slowly, unequiping the strap-on you notice that he's sore, his poor hole a bit red and abused, his cheeks tearstained, his neck that was once a blank canvas was now a masterpiece filled with crescent engravements making you feel a pang of guilt inside. After cleaning and putting the strap-on away, you approach his laying figure.

"Wanna take a bath together?" You ask him, tenderly brushing his white locks away from his face. "Sure, just give me a minute baby." He says before finally standing up and walking to the bathroom with you slightly limping. There, you didn't just shower him, but also showered him with affection and kisses.

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

After dropping off the girls to the room, Suguru thought it would be funny to flirt with their teacher infront of you just to make you jealous. It worked but the consequences has his face down, ass up with his belt acting up as a blindfold and a ball gag muffling his moans. Meanwhile you were behind him pounding into his ass as if it was the end of the world. His brain is fogged up with the only thing thats on his mind right now is your silicone cock pistoning in and out of him. (He didn't even know you own one)

If it was possible, he'd probably get pregnant from this cause the way you were bouncing on his ass is the same as breeding. You literally had him clawing on the sheets and tearing up. You were hitting all the right spots as if he had a g-spot like in a pussy. He almost cums when you slap his ass. The sound of you hitting his skin echoed across the room.

You pinch his nipples and his body stiffens, his breath trembling and heavy, his tears falling down, passing through the open gaps between the belt covering his eyes and the skin. Your hands go down to his cock continuing to pound him, you also strock his cock. Your hand acting like it had it's own soul and it's only goal is to milk his cock dry.

His moans and whimpers were blocked by the ball gag muffling it but not enough to lower it down, it fills the room along with sound of your skin slapping and your little soft grunts. Good thing the girls were at school cause if they were, they would call the police due to what sounded like Suguru was getting tortured.

You grab a fistful of his hair and lean in to whisper, "Take that you slut. What happened to the smug dude that was slutting himself out huh?" You take off his ball gag and threw it somwhere on the bed before crashing your lips against his. "Princess, listen—fuck! I'm gonna cum. Please let me cum I'm sorry for being a—ohmygod dick earlier. That was really shitty of me—hngh! I love you so much!"

You continue your relentless pace, the tip of your 'cock' presses kisses onto his prostate making him scream. And before you know it he was cumming. The sheets were painted white by a generous amount of his semen.

You pull out earning another gasp from him. "so," you start, standing up and grabbing your pants. "Lunch?" You ask him tilting your head to look at his pretty post orgasm face.

"I think I'm just gonna lie down here." He said, his asshole starting to feel sore. It takes you a moment to realise that and when you do, you go to the kitchen to cook something up and coming back to feed him.

"here comes the airplane" you tease him.

"shut up" he rolled his eyes but nonetheless, he opened his mouth to catch the spoon.

a/n: this has been sitting on my drafts for years. I didn't proofread this so ignore the mistakes!

[anxtoru]

` 𝐖𝐇𝐎'𝐒 𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐘 ?!

sypnosis: jjk men getting dominated by you for the first time.

contains: usage of sextoys, sub!character dom!fem!reader, spitting, dacryphilia, spanking, degradation, mommy kink, pegging, edging, aftercare, etc.

characters: gojo satoru & geto suguru.

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

At first he would be all cocky about it saying "you'll just get lazy and beg me to fuck you" oh boy was he wrong. He was getting holding onto the sheets for dear life as you gave him the meanest backshots. The 7 inch dildo strapped onto your pelvis was pecking kisses to his tummy, driving him crazy.

"Ah!—mommy slow down! Hngh!" He cries out, tears and drool drenching the sheets as he buries his face there. "Hm? I thought you wanted to satisfy mommy? You were so cocky about it too, baby" Punctuating every other word with a hard thrust. "Mommy—fuck! wanna cum s'bad please." He whimpered turning his head to look at you. You dip your head down to spit in his mouth before giving him one sloppy, nasty kiss.

You intensify your thrust looking down at your boyfriend with a sadistic smile all those cockiness from earlier is gone in sight. You raise your hand to spank his ass cheek leaving a faint reddish handprint on his skin making him gasp and sob. "I'm gonna cum—hah! I'm g'na cum s'hard momma—please please pleasssuh!" You immediately pull out as his balls tighten making him feel frustrated as you edged him."N—No!! Mommy no teasin! It hurts so bad..please let me cum. Please I'll be a good boy. I swear!" He cries out tears uncontrollably falling down from his eyes like a water dam overflowing "I thought you could handle it." You sigh feigning disappointment trying to pull away but he grabs your wrist pulling you into a tight embrace. "Don't go. I need you! Please make me cum!!" His voice trembles as he presses his chin to your breasts sobbing and sniffling.

You sigh and slowly penetrates his tight hole again. He winces in slight pain but quickly adjusts to it, latching his glossy lips to one of your tits sucking and gently nibbling on it cause he knows your sensitive. You let out a breathy sigh as you began to thrust into his ass slowly speeding up. You can feel the vibrations of his moans and whimpers against your swollen tits adding a more pleasurable sensation as you piston his hole.

It's hot. Everything's hot. The smell of sex lingering around the air, your breaths mixed together, him underneath you with his eyes rolling to the back of his head. It's suffocating, intoxicating, something you'd wanna get high on, overdose on. The sound of his voice when the nickname 'mommy' rolls out of his tongue, is satisfying like stepping on a crunchy leaf during summer, like a cold shower after a bad day.

"You close honey? Want to squirt out your load on mommy and make a mess?" Your hand snakes down to his hard throbbing cock thats red in neglect, drenching in precum. Your hand tightens around his shaft, your thumb rubs his slit dragging out a long moan from him. "Can I mommy? Please can i? I've been a good boy haven't I?" His pleas were music to your ears. You lean down to kiss his lips before adjusting your hips and pounds it against his back in forth.

"Of course you can." You say, your grip on his hips tightening. He buries his face on the crook of your neck whimpering against your crevice. His hot breath tickles your skin, your sweats were mixing with each other. It was so lewd as if it the end of the world and the only way to escape it was to perform this ritual to go to the abyss. And before he knew it, he was there.

He squirts a load, his cum splatters on your torso and you grab his neck pulling him forward. "Clean your mess baby. You've done such a good job." You whisper praises into his ear as you help him ride his orgasm while his lips are currently latched onto your skin cleaning up his mess.

You pull out slowly, unequiping the strap-on you notice that he's sore, his poor hole a bit red and abused, his cheeks tearstained, his neck that was once a blank canvas was now a masterpiece filled with crescent engravements making you feel a pang of guilt inside. After cleaning and putting the strap-on away, you approach his laying figure.

"Wanna take a bath together?" You ask him, tenderly brushing his white locks away from his face. "Sure, just give me a minute baby." He says before finally standing up and walking to the bathroom with you slightly limping. There, you didn't just shower him, but also showered him with affection and kisses.

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

After dropping off the girls to the room, Suguru thought it would be funny to flirt with their teacher infront of you just to make you jealous. It worked but the consequences has his face down, ass up with his belt acting up as a blindfold and a ball gag muffling his moans. Meanwhile you were behind him pounding into his ass as if it was the end of the world. His brain is fogged up with the only thing thats on his mind right now is your silicone cock pistoning in and out of him. (He didn't even know you own one)

If it was possible, he'd probably get pregnant from this cause the way you were bouncing on his ass is the same as breeding. You literally had him clawing on the sheets and tearing up. You were hitting all the right spots as if he had a g-spot like in a pussy. He almost cums when you slap his ass. The sound of you hitting his skin echoed across the room.

You pinch his nipples and his body stiffens, his breath trembling and heavy, his tears falling down, passing through the open gaps between the belt covering his eyes and the skin. Your hands go down to his cock continuing to pound him, you also strock his cock. Your hand acting like it had it's own soul and it's only goal is to milk his cock dry.

His moans and whimpers were blocked by the ball gag muffling it but not enough to lower it down, it fills the room along with sound of your skin slapping and your little soft grunts. Good thing the girls were at school cause if they were, they would call the police due to what sounded like Suguru was getting tortured.

You grab a fistful of his hair and lean in to whisper, "Take that you slut. What happened to the smug dude that was slutting himself out huh?" You take off his ball gag and threw it somwhere on the bed before crashing your lips against his. "Princess, listen—fuck! I'm gonna cum. Please let me cum I'm sorry for being a—ohmygod dick earlier. That was really shitty of me—hngh! I love you so much!"

You continue your relentless pace, the tip of your 'cock' presses kisses onto his prostate making him scream. And before you know it he was cumming. The sheets were painted white by a generous amount of his semen.

You pull out earning another gasp from him. "so," you start, standing up and grabbing your pants. "Lunch?" You ask him tilting your head to look at his pretty post orgasm face.

"I think I'm just gonna lie down here." He said, his asshole starting to feel sore. It takes you a moment to realise that and when you do, you go to the kitchen to cook something up and coming back to feed him.

"here comes the airplane" you tease him.

"shut up" he rolled his eyes but nonetheless, he opened his mouth to catch the spoon.

a/n: this has been sitting on my drafts for years. I didn't proofread this so ignore the mistakes!

[madamechrissy]

midsummer

Satoru Gojo has been obsessed with Suguru's older sister - you - since he was old enough to even remember, and it's only gotten worse since he's grown up. Yet you still see him as 'little toru' when nothing on Satoru Gojo is 'little'. Now you're coming off a terrible breakup with your long term boyfriend Hiromi, and visiting Suguru's family for spring break. What better time to try to make you feel better by having you squirt all over his fingers!? But can you really ever fuck your brother's best friend?

pairings - Fratboy! gojo x Sugu's big sis! reader

warnings -reader is 28, he's 22, your ex is Hiromi hehe, masturbation ( m and f) yandere Gojo, fingering, squirting, oral sex (m receiving) tons of tension, a teeny bit cracked out, Toru is shameless - no one in Sugu's fam is safe from this man

wc-6.4k - NGL it's prob gonna have a pt 2 and maybe 3 lol

art creds here!

Satoru Gojo has been obsessed with you for as long as he can remember – his best friend Suguru’s older sister, watching you right now as you’re by the side of the pool. Suguru hops in and splashes you, making you jump up, your pretty tits bouncing as if to fucking torture him even further.

You’re sweet – achingly sweet, but you don’t look at him that way. You smile all cute like he’s a kid when he’s six-foot-four and you have to look up at him, since you’re six years older than Suguru and him, that’s just how you see him. Satoru thought when he graduated college surely you’d notice he’s a man now, but you treat him the same as ever.

“Little Toru!”

What the fuck on Gojo was little!?

His cock throbs underneath his swim trunks as those drops of water slip down your pretty tits, the sun glimmering off your skin. You came back to visit for the summer with your family, even though you’re twenty-eight you still come to spend time with the family, and Satoru makes sure he’s there too.

You had a nasty break up with your boyfriend, this damn lawyer you used to bring around at Christmas and Thanksgiving, Satoru cheered right in the middle of fisting his cock when he got your text. You all were close after all, he loved to make you feel better in any way he can, put a smile on your pretty face, though he’d love much more to make you fucking drool.

“You got all my sunblock off!” You huff and Suguru sticks his tongue out, your parents are in there with him along with all your annoying little cousins that visit, you’re so cute with them he can’t help but wonder how good of a mom you’d be.

Well, he’d make you one some day.

“I got you sweets,” Satoru walks over and you smile at him, trying your best not to eye fuck your little brother’s best friend – but fuck were his shoulders broader, was he more cut, what the fuck was he eating? He’s impossibly tall these fucking days like he got another inch.

Ovulating around twenty two year old Satoru after a breakup with Hiromi was fucking horrible. You clear your throat and hand him the bottle, you can ignore how his blue eyes flicker across your tits in your bikini, can’t you? Satoru had some cute crush on you, you weren’t immune to it, but he’s too fucking young for you.

“Thanks little Toru,” he laughs softly, sitting behind you and squeezing the sunblock into his palm, gliding it down your back slowly, watching the white lotion meld into your skin, wishing it was something else entirely.

“Little Toru huh,” his voice is soft behind you as his huge hands work across your skin, fingers drifting across your skin and making your lashes flutter shut for a moment, you lean right into the touch as his lips brush near your ear. “What on me is little?”

“I um…” Fuck, fuck, fuck. Your parents and Suguru and children are in the damn pool and you’re over here pressing your thighs together, feeling your cunt throb and ache.

“You always called me that,” he chuckles a bit, huge body pressing up against you, casting a shadow as his fingers work the lotion into your shoulders thoroughly, his touch sinfully good. “Do you need more on you?”

“Y-yes please,” you damn near arch with him on your lounge chair, his thighs spread wide, gliding it down your arms.

“You didn’t answer me,” his huge hands take over your arms as they glide them all down your skin. “What’s little?”

You look back at Satoru, biting your lower lip. How fucking mad would Suguru be if you fucked his best friend!?

You can’t go fucking doing that.

Right?

No!?!?

Just because Hiromi hurt you doesn’t mean you can suddenly go and act on impulse, thinking with your pussy rather than any sort of brain cells. It’s simply that you’re comfortable with him, that he’s gorgeous, that for the past few years the way he looks at you makes you feel so pretty – how he talks to you all low and soft, teasing with his big smile.

It’s just that, and the fact that his body is hard, that his skin is hot – his perfect form is present right behind you. You’re fine, just remember it’s friendly, he’s just teasing you like he does. You can’t look at ‘little toru’ who just so happens to be six-foot-four and getting thicker in the chest every time you see him – how does he keep getting more fucking muscles?

Was football really doing all of this?

“I um… just call you that,” you murmur softly, breath caught in your chest, heart hammering so quickly you’re dizzy, especially with the heat radiating down against your skin, his hands brushing more lotion, pausing at your mid back.

“Move your hair to the side, it’s drippin’, sweetheart,” he murmurs lazily, you bite your lip so hard it leaves little teeth marks, pulling your hair to the side and smiling over your shoulder at him.

“There,” you murmur, eyes locked with his.

Fuck you’re pretty.

God he wants to drag you right on his goddamn lap, slide his cock to the hilt – he bets you’re so fucking tight, but he also bets you’re so wet you could just take him. When his hands slide up the curve of your spine, you can hardly stop your cunt from dripping down the damn lounge chair, his hands rubbing all that cream into your skin ever so thoroughly.

“Then why do you call me that, huh sweetheart?” He asks now, you sigh, glaring back at him just a bit. “I’m way fucking bigger than I was when you met me.”

“Well yeah, you were like a kid, Toru.”

“Now I’m way bigger than you, hmm?” His tone echoes in your ears – way bigger… you already know the sheer size of Satoru Gojo, but to think of just how big he is makes your cunt pulse.

“Ahem…” You clear your throat now, rushing up and laughing nervously, ignoring the evident bulge in his light blue swim trunks. “I’m gonna get in!”

“With your sunblock on?” He teases, you can’t answer him – can’t even look at him, no you hop right into the cold chill of the pool, trying to cool your ovulating ovaries the fuck down.

*****

It’s hard to be around you.

Literally hard.

Satoru finds himself heading into the house while you and the family are still splashing around in the pool – he certainly can’t just palm his cock when the whole family is around. He had to rush off into the damn bathroom, shutting the door behind himself, leaking so much pre he’s sticking to his trunks.

"Mnh," Satoru can’t help but tug at his drawstring, those trunks still dripping wet with the faint scent of chlorine clinging to them, he shoves the waistband down, cock springing free, slapping his flat belly button. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

Was there a better word for what you do to him? Satoru’s barely biting back a moan, wrapping his hand around that thick base of his shaft, sucking in a breath, he usually has a little more fucking self control but he doesn’t right now. Not when he got to smooth that white cream against your skin and watch it melt into it, fuck imagining rubbing his cum all over your body instead has him pulsing.

Imagine every inch of you covered in him – he’s gone truly psychotic, wanting to fucking mark you like you’re his, he was tired of seeing you with that dumb fucking lawyer. What did you need him for when you could have Satoru? What, because he’s in his thirties, Satoru Gojo was fucking filthy rich, and he’d make sure you never had to lift a pretty little finger.

“I’ll take care of you – hah, b-baby,” he’s whining out, eyelashes fluttering shut, picturing you vividly.

The way those water droplets were glistening on your skin, how your pretty tits bounced when you hopped up and Suguru splashed you. How the little bikini showed beauty marks on your tummy, a couple lines on your hips where they’ve spread just a bit since you were his age – all to spread to have his baby, he’s so sure of it.

Breedable fucking hips that he’d love to hold in his big hands, arching your back for him all pretty like a good girl – he could practically hear the moans that you’d give, they’d be much louder than the soft little sounds you made when he touched your back earlier. He can’t help but want to hear it, hear how fucking loud you get, would your sounds get all muffled as he pressed your head into the mattress?

He’s been jerking it to you since he found out what his cock even did, back when it was honestly terrible to do so, but he has no sense of guilt when it comes to you. Watching you, stealing those panties, practicing just what he’ll say as he fucks his fist devotedly to any picture he’s snuck of you, fuck he took photos from your goddamn family album he was so pathetic.

“Stop teasin’ me sweetheart,” he murmurs, stroking his cock, slowly at first to just savor the feeling of his precum smearing his reddened tip – all drooly already. He spits right down on his cock, a long trail of gossamer saliva swirling down, using it as lube while picturing how wet you’d get.

He bets you were wet with his hands running across your skin, he could feel heat that couldn’t just be from the sun, surely it was not the rays shining and warming you, it was Satoru’s nearness. He ached to taste the sun right off your skin, your cunt tasted so good on your panties, surely it would taste even better right from the source.

He starts to stroke his cock faster, fucking desperately, imagining your much smaller hand instead of his. You probably couldn’t even wrap those fingers around his girth, you’d have trouble taking him, tummy would just bulge as he moves in and out of your hole. He whimpers at that vision, imagining you looking at him with need, with hearts in your eyes.

Anything but that fucking sweet ‘big sis’ affection.

"Little Toru," he mumbles under his breath, a little laugh escaping him as he strokes his nine inches that would ruin your cunt for anyone else. “Fuck, sweetheart, you really have no idea, do you?"

Satoru’s strokes became more erratic as he imagined lifting your pretty ass up, bending you over the poolside, pulling that bikini aside and finally showing you exactly how ‘little’ he was. Fuck would you scream out Toru when he busted his load inside? When he filled you with all those creampies you deserved and he fingered it inside so it took?

It starts to feel too good, he’s so sensitive he’s leaning against the bathroom counter, groaning out, right about to cum when he hears it.

Someone jiggling the handle.

“I’m… hah, in here,” he manages to bite out, freezing when he hears your voice on the other side of the door.

“Toru I really am freezing, can I just come in real fast to grab a towel? I won’t look or anything,” you’re shivering, water dripping on your parents floor. “All the other bathrooms are taken by the kids and Suguru even stole the one in my old bedroom.”

“Oh… ah…” Your voice is making him pulse, he’s stroking faster, laughing just a bit.

“Are you laughing!? I’m freezing you little brat!”

“Brat, hah – you’re the brat baby,” you blush on the other side of the door, jiggling the handle again. “So eager to see my dick?”

“Oh you’re ridiculous – like I haven’t seen all you have before.”

“That was years ago, I’ve changed,” he murmurs, biting back a whimper unsuccessfully. “Not little Toru anymore.”

“Will you hurry up then? I am so fucking cold, ugh,” you’re shivering in your soaked towel – all the splashing got it so bad it’s fucking useless. “Satoru Gojo!”

“Fuck, fuck just… one sec, you’re impatient,” he strokes his thick cock one more time, whimpering out when his white ropes start spilling on the sink, his eyelashes fluttering, cheeks all flushed in his reflection.

“What the fuck are you doing in there? Did you hurt yourself or something!?”

“Hah… no…” He’s moaning now, the relief felt from his balls not being so goddamn tight and full of cum, he quickly starts wiping down the marble counters littered with his milky strings. “Hold on, okay? Fuck…”

“Fine,” you cross your arms, trembling like crazy, Satoru hastily opens the door after he tugs his swim trunks on, opening it and forcing you to look up at him, so damn tall you’re right there with his chest.

Little Toru indeed.

He’s a giant now.

“Finally,” you mumble, he leans one of those long ass arms over and grabs a dry towel, wrapping it around you and taking the wet one, hanging it up. “Oh thank you.”

“Made ya wait that long, can at least dry you up,” he murmurs, wrapping you even tighter, hands massaging the terry cloth covered arms that are covered in goosebumps. Your breath catches, looking up at him, far too close, you can feel that heat just radiating off his skin. “There, any better?”

“Um yeah, I’m sorry I was so impatient,” you mumble nervously, looking down and seeing the way his abs tense as he breathes, further down to the slutty little happy trail he has.

That’s when you pause.

Is that… is that… cum!? On his fucking belly button!? Is that his tip peaking-

“Satoru!” He blinks curiously as you push at him, his hands still firm on your shoulders.

“What, are you on your period? Acting all moody one minute, sweet the next.”

“You can’t ask me that!? Were you…” You lean close, whispering. “Jerking off, really?”

He smirks.

“I had to freeze so you could finish? Couldn’t you wait till you’re back in the room to do that?”

“Aw, did you wanna watch, sweetheart?” He asks, tilting your chin up, his lids getting lazy over those curved up blue eyes of his. You swallow then, your throat dry from his fingers caressing your jaw. “I would have let you if I knew.”

“Of course I didn’t…” You can’t even speak, not when you’re looking at his abs again, he leans back and laughs a bit.

“Ah, didn’t tug them up enough,” he hides what looks like a pretty blush tip, smiling like he’s fucking embarassed, he is flushed but it’s for an entirely different reason. “Is that better, sweetheart?”

“It’s… on you, god,” it’s your turn to blush, he hums a bit, stepping back lazily to drag his fingers across his own cum, putting them to his mouth, cheeks hollowing as he sucks his own release off them.

Oh fuck.

You swallow nervously, the sight of it is utterly filthy, his hum as if he tastes so sweet, fluffy lashes fluttering. “Mmm, I guess I missed a spot when I cleaned up. My bad.”

“Your bad!? You’re such a…” you trail off now, you’re aching and he looks too fucking good, psychotic ass blue eyes all lit up as they study you. You can't even finish the sentence, your face burning with a blush that has nothing to do with the sun you took in.

"I'm such a what?" he presses closer to you, until your back is against the door, it closes behind you, leaving the two of you alone in the little guest bathroom.

“Such a…” you clear your throat, feeling him against you, you should pinch his ear or smack him in the back of the head like you did when he was younger – but you can’t even move.

He's all warm against you, the sticky remnants of his own release splayed across that pale skin, a hand on the wall beside you. The way he’s looking at you and his sheer proximity are doing things to you that you absolutely refuse to acknowledge.

“Such a pervert,” you glare and he chuckles, cupping your face with a hand now – that’s not how a twenty two year old frat boy should look down at you, should act, with his arm fucking raised and the little thatch of hair still damp underneath them. His silky locks are falling in slick little strands across his brow. “A total pervert.”

“Me? No, sweetheart,” he smirks down at you like the little shit he is. "I’m just taking care of a problem you caused."

"I caused it!?" you squeak out the words almost embarassing, pushing at his chest half heartedly – he’s so built and muscular it’s like pushing against a brick wall, his heart thudding under your palm. You barely manage a glare. "How is any of this ridiculous behavior my fault?"

He catches your wrists in one of his big hands, thumb brushing over the delicate network of veins, right over your frantic pulse. “How is it your fault?”

“Yes, you psycho.”

“You exist," his words confuse the fuck out of you then, breaths faster until your tits are rising and falling in the top just a bit too small, his gaze drops to it when your towel hopelessly falls. He exhales and traces his hand over the curve of your tit, leaving goosebumps everywhere he touches. “That’s how it’s your fault.”

‘B-because I exist?” You whisper, shaking your head now. “You’re just fucking with me, what does that even mean?”

"You wore that bikini,” he murmurs, a thigh coming between yours, instead of tugging away you shamelessly arch your hips, earning his soft little exhale. “You let me put sunscreen on you, didn’t you? Let me touch your skin, while you’re fucking looking like that." His eyes – those impossibly fucking bright blue eyes – drag down your body, like he’s touching you

“That makes no sense, you’ve always seen me in swimsuits, Satoru. You may have had some little crush when you were younger, but you’re an adult.”

“And so the fuck are you, a whole woman, hmm?” He whispers, you hate how good it makes you feel. “Fuck you must be ovulating, swear I can smell it.”

“You cannot freak!?” You shove again, but your hips move, heat emanating even from your soaked bikini bottoms, the scent of chlorine mixing with the sweetness of his breath, the musk of that slight sweat underneath his arms.

“Bet your body wants a baby in her,” he smirks, his hips dragging you down on his thigh, a trail of slick glittering on it. You whine out, biting your lip and shaking your head. "What did you expect to happen, you lookin’ like that, after that man was dumb enough to leave you?"

"I expected you to act like a normal person, even if y-you somehow think I’m hot or something, you can’t just… act like this, all psychotic. What do you mean babies inside me!?”

“Oh you don’t wanna be bred?” You almost whimper goddamn this little brat.

“You’re a little fratboy.”

“A little fratboy?” He repeats, you bite down on your lower lip and nod. “You want me to act normal, huh?”

“Y-yes go back too… whatever it was um… before. Go fuck your little frat girls at your parties, girls your age," your voice is weak, breathless and fucking pathetic – you hate whatever the hell was happening, the fact that you’re aching for him to do just that – pump cum right inside you.

"Oh, sweetheart," he murmurs softly, leaning in and letting his lips hover until they’re almost touching yours. "I haven't been normal about you since I was twelve years old."

“That’s insane,” you hiss, shaking your head again, his thigh pressing up and you feel your body respond, his hands tugging at your waist, thumbs right underneath the swells of your breasts.

"You really have no fucking clue, do you?"

Your heart is hammering in your chest as you drink him in, half naked and still glimmering with the pool water.

This is Satoru.

Annoying, bratty, little Toru – who used to follow you around like a lost puppy, then grew to just annoy the ever loving shit out of you. Suguru’s best friend who has spent more time with your parents than you have in the past ten years – he’s ‘Toru’ and that’s that.

Right?

He can’t be the man who sucks cum off his fingers.

You should push him away – walk out and lock yourself in your room for the entirety of the rest of your stay, you should do anything but let his lips brush the corner of your lips, do anything but whimper. Anything but moan softly when he tugs down your top, groaning at the sight of one of your pretty tits bare, with the faint lines the sun left on your skin.

“Oh my fuck,” he whispers, he didn’t know you’d be that fucking beautiful, he had snuck so many glimpses but to see that pretty nipple in person? “Look at you.”

“I… we… even if you’re not Suguru’s best friend, even if you weren’t six years younger – I literally just broke up with-”

“A dumb fuck?” You glare at him. “He’s stupid to ever leave you.

“You don’t know him, and… even if we um… did something-”

“What!?”

You sigh, shaking your head. “Satoru-”

“You wanna do something!? With me!?” You snort a bit at how suddenly cute he is, before he gathers himself, hand trailing down your tummy, it trembles underneath the surprising roughness of his fingertips. “Want me to make you cum, pretty?”

“Fuck,” where’d he learn to talk like this!? Hiromi could eat pussy – and that man could fuck, but something about Satoru’s utter desperation and devotion had you gushing and pulsing around nothing. “I… you can… can you…”

“Can I make you cum?” He chuckles, finding your elastic, slipping his fingers underneath so his finger grazes your clit, your hips buck at it, whining out weakly. “Yeah, sweetheart, I can make you cum until you’re squirting right on this fucking floor.”

“J-just… fuck, just…” You should push him off – but instead, you find yourself shoving his hand down further, eyes fluttering shut, your head back ever so slightly against the door. “There, my clit, please… please, fuck…”

It’s happening.

Satoru’s dreamt of this moment since he even knew somewhat was a pussy was, and yours was soaking goddamn wet, so messy it’s loud, echoing in the bathroom, he swirls it in little circles as you rock your hips, still straddling one of his thighs. He pulls it back and picks you up, making you gasp, sitting you right on the sink and tugging your bottoms to the side.

“Toru, I…”

“Fuck yes, god call me that,” if he hadn’t already jerked off – he’d be cummin’ again just eyeing your needy, puffy cunt. “Fuckin’ perfect lil cunt, god, just look at you, soaked.”

Your lashes flutter shut, expecting a finger and then shocked when you feel a glob of saliva right on your needy clit. “Ah!”

“Mmm,” he’s humming, spreading his own spit around, smirking at the sight of his bubbly, gossamer saliva coating your cunt. “Perfect just like that… Do you need them inside? Bet yours couldn’t hit.”

“Shut it, Toru,” you’re yanking on his wrist, making him moan with how you take over, he’s used to girls just a little too shy, not that it was a bad thing – but you knew what you wanted, grabbing his fingers and sucking them.

“Oh my… f-fuckk…” He almost does cum watching your cheeks hollow, seeing you suck him down to the knuckle, your pretty pussy just drippin’ right down the counter as you arch your hips more.

“Hurry b-before they notice,” you whisper desperately now, guiding his hand down to your needy hole, whining out softly. “Two, put two in, please.”

“Sure you can take it?” You just nod eagerly, he swirls them and then buries them to the fucking hilt inside, you have to smack a hand on your mouth, drool spilling across your palm as he starts easing them in and out. “Fuck, took em s’good just f’me, huh? Just like that, needy lil cunt wants me.”

“Sh-shh,” is all you manage to mumble, lifting your hand and yanking him down, hand entangled in his silky hair. “Once, just once and… we can’t…”

Hah, as if Satoru would just touch you once, when he’s rocking his fingers up and down, making a squelching fucking mess, your eyes roll back in your skull as he works them faster, until the clicking is just echoing obscenely. “Once, huh?”

“You finger me, I’ll s-suck you.”

“Slutty girl,” you can’t stand how he says that, how his long digits press on your puffy lil cervix, barely able to formulate a fucking thought as he works you so much you’re desperately trying to get a breath. “That’s it, gonna cum that easy? Just f’me, hmm? All me?”

You can’t answer, so you drag him down for a kiss – and that’s when you lose it, kissing Satoru wasn’t normal – not the way he moans like a little slut, desperately taking over your mouth. His hands dragging every bit of slick from your cunt as impossibly more comes down his thick fucking fingers.

“God,” he whispers, hardly able to catch his breath. “You’re so tight, fuck…”

“Mnh,” you can hardly manage to speak, think of anything but how good it feels, his fingers going even faster now. “So much… too much I…”

“You can take them baby,” he whispers – in a way ‘little toru’ sure the fuck shouldn’t, his eyes black with their blown out pupils, kissing down the side of your jaw and curving his fingers right up against that soft spot on your front wall. “Look, you’re doin’ s’good already.”

“Ngh,” you’re so goddamn close, your head falling back for him to work you quicker. “Gonna cum… gonna…”

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Fuck,” you hiss the words, but Satoru doesn’t pull his fingers back, he moves them slower, to edge you, to torture you.

Isn’t it what you’ve done all these years?

“Act normal,” he murmurs, lips brushing your earlobe, sharp teeth nicking it as he eases his fingers out, rubbing your clit back and forth so quickly you’re about to scream out loud. “If you wanna cum, you’ll just act like I’m not here.”

“H-hey, yes?” You barely manage to squeak out, Satoru smiles against your neck, pinching your clit and making you bite down hard on his bare shoulder, leaving glittery teeth marks.

“Sis, we’re about to grill out – I can’t find Satoru,” you found him all right – he’s tugging your hair at the roots so you look at him as he’s about to make you squirt all over. “Have you seen him?”

“Hah I d-did,” fuck, he’s rocking them faster, smirking cruelly at your plight. “I saw him um… upstairs dancing to some t swift.”

“You brat,” he hisses in your ear, Suguru chuckles.

“Yeah, sounds like him.”

It’s not even!?

Satoru shoves his fingers in against that cervix and makes you whine out, grinning all evil as you glare at him. “What’s wrong?”

“N-nothing, Sugu! Um… I’m getting freshened up, then I’ll meet you guys outside, okay?” You bite back a moan when Satoru’s kissing your neck, tongue lapping up a little vein underneath your skin he traces, free hand plucking your nipple and twisting it. The dual stimulation is too fucking much.

“No worries, sis, I’ll throw some chicken breast on there for you,” now you feel guilty – great!

“Thanks Sugu, you’re the best,” you murmur, he’s walking away now, leaving this psycho who’s fingering you faster. “I’m gonna… cum, fuck, fuck…”

“Aww you’re easy f’me,” he whispers, eyeing you as you’re about to fall apart, fingers shoved right back inside your needy hole. “I’ll make you forget him, forget anyone but me.”

“Psycho, what!? Just… ah!” He slams a big hand over your mouth, chuckling dark and fucking sadistic as he makes you squirt all over, it’s spraying against his hand and even hits his tummy, making him moan.

“God, look at that,” he’s pulling those fingers out of your pulsing walls in wonder, peering at the mess you made. “You’ve got me covered, sweetheart, you’ve got such a slutty lil pussy.”

“Fuck…” You’re so weak, when you hop off and shove him against the wall, kneeling and tugging at his waist band.

“Oh my god…” THIS IS HAPPENING.

The girl of his dreams is on her knees, her squirt all on his fingers, he’s sucking it off them as he grips your hair, letting out a desperate whine when you kitten lick his drooly tip.

“You’re already hard again for me?” Your whisper is diabolical, he barely manages a fucking word – all his braincells gone when you stroke his cock, sucking his tip and swirling the flat of your tongue.

Oh you’re a pro at sucking cock – and he’s mad about it.

“Wish you never had one but mine in your m-mouth,” he’s huffing, pressing on the back of your neck so you take impossibly more of him in your mouth, fucking into your throat needy and desperate. “Do you have n-no gag reflex!?”

“Hmm,” you’d smile if your throat wasn’t blissfully full of his pretty cock – you’d feel bad about that later, not right now, when your fingers are pumping inside your quivering hole, still sensitive from him. When his fingers tighten in your hair, bucking his hips and whimpering out 

“Can you take all of it, huh? Doubt you can – oh my f-fuckkk.” You suck him deeper before he can think, your nose brushing against the soft white hairs nestled at his base as you look right up at him. “Oh my… fuck your throat it’s so goddamn slutty… mnh…”

Satoru’s supposed to make you whimper, not the other way around, but how can he do anything other than stutter, bucking them so that he slips his tip right past your uvula, you have tears in your eyes, sniffling a bit, but aside from that you’re bobbing your damn head. He can’t even imagine that lawyer got this, got you sucking him so deep and choking on his cock and left that shit.

Your eyes are so pretty he’s stunned, he dreamt of them looking up at him like this but really nothing could prepare him for what it’s like to have the girl he’s jerked off to forever taking him in between her lips.

"Fuck, your mouth... god, your mouth is better than I ever..." he trails off into a strangled little slutty moan, those pink lips parted as you pull back.

You have strings of saliva and drool just dissolving, he can hear your messy little pussy as you shamelessly overstimulate it, sucking him till he’s dizzy. “Mmm, you like it, huh? You’re so wet for me, Toru.”

“Oh fuck you,” you giggle and he almost laughs – but it turns into a choked little  moan, you’re swirling your tongue around the sensitive ridge of his tip, tonguing that slit where all his pearly cum is slipping. “God, your fucking mouth.”

“Mhm,” you murmur, before plunging down again, slurping him the fuck down as you look up at him through your lashes.

The sight almost makes him lose it right there, busting from less than two minutes of your pretty lips stretched around him, the sight of your pretty tears at the corner of your eyes the only tell that it took effort stuffing his cock in your throat. Tight, needy throat that reflexively swallows around him as he cups your face to hold it in place, fucking your face harder.

“Gotta finger your cunt again? Needy, messy lil slut – all f’me, isn’t it?” You can’t help but whine out around him – yes, it’s all for him, and he knows it. Even as he’s whining out he’s dominating you, fucking your throat raw – you won’t even be able to talk tomorrow. “I can’t wait to drink that pretty pussy, f-fuck… god, when i pump you full of cum I’ll lick it right out.”

Satoru Gojo is absolutely fucking insane.

And you’re about to cum again just sucking him and fucking your own pussy with your much smaller fingers.

His hips are already jerking off rhythm now, meaner with it as he’s fucking himself back into your willing mouth. "Such a fucking tease for years... ah, shit, don't stop, b-baby please – m’gonna-”

One moment fucking your throat so hard you’re choking, the next murmuring your praises – pretty girl, needy slut, fuckin’ tease, my sweetheart – he’s a babbling mess, and you can’t help but feel so sexy doing it. Hollowing your cheeks and sucking hard as you pull back, feeling his hands tremble as they tug at your hair.

“Gonna swallow all of me? Hah – god just wait, I’ll fill all your fucking holes,” well that just fucking sends you, when he’s not gentle and he’s slamming his cock mean in your throat, heavy balls smacking your chin as you drool down them.

He murmurs your name when you feel him pulse and thicken, before he does just that – fills your throat with all that sweet, salty mix of his cum, hitting the back of your throat. You swallow it all, every last drop fucking greedy as you cum again, spasming and gushing down your own fingers.

You don’t stop licking him – not even after you’ve sucked his milky seed in your throat, you’re sucking his sensitive cock after, until he's whimpering your name.

"Jesus Christ," he whispers, finally letting go of your hair to gently stroke your cheek, you pull back with a messy pop and he struggles to even find a word for what just happened. “You’re so…”

“Good at it?” you tease, standing with his help and giggling, but it’s all shut off when he tilts your chin, kissing your swollen lips and lapping his own cum off with the tip of his tongue.

“Mmm, was gonna say beautiful,” your eyes locked.

Oh fuck.

It’s not just ovulation – you know it then and there.

Before you can have an entire mental breakdown, oh and a quarter life fucking crisis, you both hear everyone laughing outside. “Shit we…”

“Yeah,” he mumbles, fucked out and spent by you.

Satoru wasn’t innocent – but with you he felt like it – there’s never been anything like what you just did, fucking up his goddamn mind.

You rush out to the cookout after getting dressed like nothing happened – acting all unaffected and infuriating him to no end.

But it was just that, an act.

One he calls your ass out when Suguru is flipping burgers on the grill, and he’s handing you a beer with a little curve of his lips. “Oh, thanks ‘little toru’.”

“Hah,” he chuckles a bit, tilting his head. “Your sore throat tells me there’s nothing little about me anymore, hmm?”

“Shh!?” you look around wildly, as if someone could hear. “It was… just… I was…”

“Aching for my cock in your throat?” He leans low now, where no one in your family can hear him. “I’m a gentleman, sweetheart, I prefer to eat my meals first.”

“Eat your…” you blush now. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh,” he sighs, aching to brush your hair back, but knowing at that moment how many people were around. “Gonna let me return your favor?”

Before you can answer, your mother's voice – all fucking bright and peppy – cuts through the relaxed atmosphere of the pool party, making everyone look over at her curiously. Oh, except Satoru – he’s stuck looking at you underneath his fluffy damn lashes.

"Look who's here! Hiromi, darling, over here!"

Fuck.

Hiromi!?

You turn and there he is. Your ex who broke your damn heart – Hiromi Higuruma, looking all handsome in a dark linen shirt and shorts, his hair just a little bit of a disaster as it always was. He has this polite, almost apologetic smile on his handsome face, the one you used to ride until he drowned in you.

You almost could forget how bad he hurt you until he was right here.

He's holding a bottle of wine and awkwardly greeting your father, who is clapping him on the back all friendly, steering him directly toward you.

"Hiromi, so glad you could make it!" You wanna die. Satoru’s tense as fuck right next to you.

He wants to kill this man.

He would kill anyone that’s ever even touched you, truly, if he could really get away with it.

Your mother is right behind Hiromi, smiling at you and making you scowl. "I just told Hiromi we were so surprised you two happened to be in town at the same time! It's a sign, don't you think, to reconnect? Even as… friends to the family, right?"

Oh, god.

Your fucking parents.

Higuruma's dark brown eyes find yours, and you feel all that pain all over again, mixing with the drink in your system, the pleasure from Suguru’s best friend – and the heat of the sun. Dizzy, you barely feel Satoru’s warmth against you.

It was not just sucking dick – and that terrifies you – but now, Hiromi is here and confusing the ever loving shit out of you. You thought you’d never see him again.

"Hey," he says softly to you, peering over at Satoru for a moment, before his gaze is back on yours. "Your parents invited me here, I didn’t want to be rude but also… didn’t want…”

He sighs then.

“I just really wanted to see you again.”

Satoru’s pretty blue eyes narrow – there’s no fucking way he’s letting anyone touch the girl that just deep throated his cock, the girl who he’s about to put babies inside. No, he’s not sharing – and Hiromi needs to fucking go – he has a girl he needs to make his.

hehe do we wanna pt 2 bc I can't help myselfff - </333 I was actually inspired when i read @revolvingsaturn's fic about Sugu's mom, ngghhh go check it

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᭡୧ this is exactly how i think what toji’s private browse history would look like..

⌕ how to get rid of back pain from fucking with a girl on the floor

⌕ cheap protein powder that doesn’t taste like ass

⌕ gamble sites that actually pay out 2026

⌕ best way to not cum faster than a girl (she’s hot)

⌕ fucking milf hentai with huge tits and no plot

⌕ big tits neighbor caught me jerking off what now?

⌕ is 7 inches big enough?

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⌕ is it bad if i only eat convenience store onigiri for a week?

⌕ how to make a woman squirt brief tutorial video

⌕ toji fushiguro fanart nsfw (he saves the good ones, never admits it btw)

⌕ how long can you go without showering before it’s a problem

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⌕ why do i get hard when i think about choking a chick

⌕ cheap hotels that don’t charge extra service for noise complaints

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and for his recently googled browses when he’s half asleep and drunk from his cheap beer :

⌕ how to be a good dad

⌕ megumi fushiguro school pictures

⌕ does my kid hate me

⌕ how to emotionally be there for my son

had to add these 4 soft angst searches cause why not??

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