You remember the first time you saw him, passing through the courtyard outside of your family room.
You could only see him from behind, the outline of scrawny shoulders and knobby knees silhouetted by morning light as he walked, but you could tell he was beautiful. It was in the way he carried himself, tall and proud, with a juant in his step like no worries weighed him down. The white of his hair was so surprisingly pure that you immediately thought of a star, a pure dot in the middle of inky chaos, so impossibly far and yet visible.
Three steps ahead of the boy were two older men that were once friends of your father, strong, burly folk that wouldn't explain their jobs to you when you asked.
"Do you see him?" Your mother pointed out the window with her wooden spoon, trailing the path of the boy like she's tracing a constellation.
"Who is it?" You were shushed as soon as you asked. She doesn't want them to hear, you realized. They mustn't be disturbed.
"That," Your mother whispered hurriedly, as if she's rushed in telling you, and you cannot tell if this news is good or bad, "is the most important man you will ever meet."
This tickled you. The guards dwarfed his child frame. He was a child, just like you.
"Well," you said, much too loudly, "He's not much of a man."
Your mother cracked her spoon against your knuckles. You didn't dare whimper at the pain, despite how it blossomed. She turned back to the stove, lips pursed.
"You'll understand under you're older. Gojo Satoru is special."
The second time you ever saw Gojo Satoru, it was three years later in the same patio. This time, he was alone.
He sat on the stairs to the main building, arms tucked over his knees and head buried in his lap. He was much taller now and his frame was more filled out, but he was still awkward and young, just like every other boy your age.
You knew you shouldn't bother him. You knew your mother would be cross if she found you bothering the boy, and yet you slunk out of bed anyway, padding across wood floors on bare feet. You knew the squeaky spots by heart, avoiding them on your tip toes-
and yet, somehow, he was turned to face you, as if he had seen you coming.
Just as you expected, he was beautiful. His round cheeks and wide eyes were almost picturesk, like someone up in heaven had been tasked to create the perfect boy and had crafted Gojo Saoru as the final product.
Even in the moonlight, his eyes were a shocking blue, cerulean like oceans you'd never seen, deep like gems you'd never hold. If you were clever, you'd come up with some poetic way to describe them, but mother always told you that you were simple, so the only thing you could think that was his eyes were simply blue.
Then, he opened his mouth.
"Why are you here?"
You sneered at his attitude. "I live here."
"No one lives here, it's just a meeting place." Gojo Satoru explained, like you were stupid.
"Well, I live here, so you're wrong." You kept your voice quiet. Your mother's window was just at the other edge of the courtyard, cracked so the night air could cool the room.
"I'm never wrong." The boy says so simply.
"We live here all year round and take care of the property."
He regarded you carefully, glancing up and down with a raised brow. "So you're just a maid."
That was the first time someone made you feel shame about the sentiment. Just a maid, said with a curled lip and downward spiraling tone, so sharp and degrading your cheeks immediately flushed with heat. Just a maid, as if nothing else about you mattered.
You twisted your night dress in your palms. Your voice became weak in your throat. "Am not."
"Are too."
"Well, you, Gojo Satoru, are just-" you struggled to come up with the words, tumbling through your vocabulary until you settled on a word you only learned weeks earlier- "a cunt."
The boy's jaw went slack with awe. You weren't even sure what cunt means, but when it first left your lips mother scrubbed your tongue with soap until the sink was foamy and pink.
Just as you had begun to regret it, an apology on your lips, he bounced up to his feet with wide, wide eyes. Instead of the anger you expected, you were greeted with a smile.
"You're the coolest girl I've ever met," he says, "Do you wanna be my girlfriend?"
"Do we have to kiss and stuff?" You didn't want to, but you thought about how his lips would feel against yours. Not very good, probably. Like paper.
It made your little chest ache anyway. Living in The House meant your experience with other children was more limited than you could realize as a child yourself. Gojo Satoru, the special boy you were told about, was more miraculous than the adults could ever know, simply because he was a boy you could touch.
"No, I don't think so," Gojo shrugged. You were both relieved and disappointed. At thirteen you were both enthralled by beautiful boys and terrified by them. "Probably just hold hands and hug."
"Okay then." You tried to shrug just as casually.
"Cool." Gojo pointed between you, back and forth, "Boyfriend Girlfriend."
"Boyfriend Girlfriend," you agreed. When you both fall silent, it was no longer natural. You were both strangers, yet more. You wondered if normal middle schoolers felt like this, or if this was just something that happened with Gojo Satoru, the special boy.
"But we can still kiss if you want to." Gojo held a hand out. You swore it was wet with sweat, even in the crisp night air. Gross, yet intriguing.
"I don't." You took his hand in yours. It was smaller than you expected, lithe and knobby in the fingers. You almost laughed when you remembered your mom describe him as a man.
"You probably have a bad tongue."
"Why would my tongue matter?" Gojo gagged. His hand was limp in yours. "Kissing is lips."
"Haven't you watched TV? Adults use tongue too."
He gapes again. "No way."
"Yes way."
For someone so special, talking to him certainly felt like talking everyone else. You started to wonder if your mother was wrong and he was just some dumb kid too.
"I'm never wrong."
"You're always wrong!" You let your voice get too loud. Somewhere, deeper in the hallways than you could see, a door slammed open and you both scrambled away wordlessly, scuttling off in your own directions. Somehow you managed to get back into your room without waking your mother, cuddling onto the mat next to hers with the palm of your hand still tingling with the memory of touch.
The next morning, Gojo Satoru and the chaos that followed him was gone.
The third time you saw him, it was three years later. It was only a glimpse through a doorframe as he passed. Gone were the features of a child, replaced by the sharpened jaw and wide shoulders of an almost man.
When he saw you, he laughed, no malice in his voice. By then, the shame of your station had set into your bones and you avoided his gaze like a Just-A-Maid should.
"Oi, how's my girlfriend?" His voice wasn't familiar anymore. Puberty had stolen its high pitch and replaced it with low, cracking baritone.
You didn't look up from the task at hand, polishing the wooden floors on your hands and knees, but you hoped he caught the edge of your smile and you hoped he found it alluring.
That night you dreamt of him, at least the him you imagined him to be. The rumors and stories of him had made it back to you, of course. For once your mother was right- he was special from birth, but he was also more. You knew he was regarded as rude and vulgar, a rulebreaker who hated the higher ups.
Hearing that had always made you smile. You always knew he was a cunt.
Most importantly, as you laid there, in a house that was only a sliver of his life, nothing more than forgettable minutes and meetings, vignettes of something much, much bigger, you wondered if Gojo Satoru, the most important man you'd ever met, thought about you too.
it’s a Saturday, your first day living with your boyfriend katsuki after just having moved in together and he spends the entirety of it watching you in your element. he tries to memorize how you like your coffee, the way you get dressed, the order in which you shower, and your evening routine all in one day because he just can’t wait for you to become a permanent part of his life. he will do anything to make you feel at home and he’s starting this very instant <3
╰┈➤ ꒰🍓💌🌶 ┊Katsuki fucks like he can’t live w out you
『♡』 unprotected sex, spitting in mouth, cum eating, pussy licking, creampie, squirting, f!reader, reader has acrylics, biting
Katsuki fucks like he’s going to die without you. His hands shake despite his rough grip on your hips, yanking you down onto his cock. You gasp and moan every time he does it, fingers desperately searching for something to grip onto.
His mouth finds yours, tongue invading your mouth, like he’s hungry. It’s like he’s trying to devour you. He wants to take your soul and keep it. Make it his- make you his.
“Fuck fuck fuck-“ He gasps, face tingling and shaking with pleasure.
Your pussy is squelching, frothing at the base as slick juices run between the two of you. His thick hand reaches to your jaw, thumb pushing between the plush of your lips.
He pries your mouth open and spits, a long string of saliva drizzling into your mouth. Your head throws back against the mattress and you squeal. The coil in your stomach begins to grow taut.
Your hand reaches to blond hair, tugging him lower and you push his spit back into his mouth with your tongue. He groans into the kiss before pulling back.
Katsuki snatches a pillow from his side of the bed, hooking his arm under your knees to lift your ass. It’s placed under your lower back and he shoves your knees to your shoulders, folding you in half.
The angle makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. Thick, hot, heavy dick slamming into you with long strokes. He’s got to be in your stomach- you can feel it. The head pushes against the spongey spot inside you and squirt gushes from your pussy onto the both of you.
“Give it to me, y’feel like- oh-“ Katsuki babbles, watching you frantically nod your head.
Your pussy clenches around him and he’s on cloud nine. Acrylic nails dig into his shoulders, your teeth clamp down on the side of his throat. It’s raw- needy and desperate.
He can’t get enough of you. Stray hair sticks to the side of his face, sweat beads at the nape of his neck. His muscles are almost sore from fucking into your tight cunt. And he can’t stop.
He’s addicted. You begin rambling between moans and gasps, telling him filthy things. How he’s god, that you’re in love with him, no one’s gonna ever compare. And the coil in your tummy snaps.
Because he presses his cock against that special spot and stays. As much as it pains him he doesn’t move, waiting. And you explode, clear juice spurting from your pussy and all over his cock and pillow.
Your head throws back and you scream, tears beginning to form in the corners of your eyes. He’s the closest to heaven he’ll ever be when you tell him to cum inside you.
And god, he does. His fingers dig into the plush of your thigh and he clamps his jaw, teeth marking your shoulder. His hips stutter and he slams his length into you. His entire body goes taught and he fills you. Katsuki starts whining at the thought of what he’s doing.
He can feel his cock head pressed against your cervix now. If there was a way, he’d go further. But for now his cum fills your pussy, drenching the inside of your walls. He pushes your hips up.
“Don’t let it out, fuck- don’t.” Katsuki rasps, fingers running through his hair to move it out of the way.
He laps at your pussy and you squirm in his grip. He’s slurping his own cum out of you like it’s his last meal on this god forsaken earth. Licking at the squirt on your ass, his white ropes, sucking at your clit. You buck up and fuck into his mouth a bit, trying to ride his tongue and escape all the same.
You cum like that, shaking and writhing. He leaves a smack to your ass and shoves his cock back into you, fucking the cum that’s left back in. He’s got one more in him.
You get flipped over to your chest, where his cock is bullying that same spot again. And you just can’t stop squirting. It’s everywhere. The bed is soaked, you’re soaked, he’s soaked.
He finishes in you again after you’re drooling all over the bed and desperately begging for it. He thinks about another round. He doesn’t know how long he can go without you.
Cause to him you put the stars in the sky and your pussy tastes better than water to a man dying of dehydration.
:0 !! el !!! it’s been so long omg how are you tell me everything!!<3 i’m doing okayyy i’ve been so busy w exam szn bleh :( + my friends writing a play that i agreed to edit for some insane reason??? BUT i also saw beyoncé this week so literally nothing else matters hehehe
synopsis ; scenarios for face sitting w bllk men yum
word count ; 0.9k
cw/tw ; [n]sfw(18+). fem reader. face sitting. use of petnames. fingering. overstimulation. spanking. hair pulling. edging. use of 'slut' once.
sae was certainly surprised when his timid lover asked him such a naughty thing. to sit on his face? he wouldn't have expected it from you. but now that your eager cunt hovers over his face where he lays beneath you, he's more than grateful you asked. he notices how hesitant you are though, stopping before you sat down, much to his disappointment. your eyes flicker from his face, screwed with confusion, and your surroundings, feeling unsure all of a sudden. "w-what if you can't breathe? i- ooh shit!" he doesn't utter a word as he pulls you down onto his face, his heart pounding with excitement when he finally tastes you. his tongue runs over your heat and he notices that you're absolutely soaked, he wonders how long you've been fantasizing about this. but he finds himself enjoying this more than you as he laps up your orgasm just to fuck you into another one. he's addicted to say the least.
yukimiya is so so gentle with you. his voice is dripping with honey as he reassures you, "it's alright, my love. just let me give you my everything." his fingers trace soothing shapes into your thighs, coaxing you to sit down on his face. when you do, he's moaning into you, pressing kisses to your bud as he makes out with your pussy, eyes nearly rolling into the back of his skull at the taste of your arousal. he takes his time with you, wanting to savor every moment of it. it's euphoric to him. being under you like this fuck he would spend all eternity between your thighs if he could. "that's it. so so good, angel." he says breathlessly, sliding a finger into your neglected hole while his lips wrap around your clit again, working you through your orgasm. "taste so sweet. i want more. can you give it to me?" he knows you'll oblige, after all he's got you wrapped so tightly around his finger.
shidou is absolutely feral when it comes to eating you out. he's blunt when he asks for what he wants, he needs you to sit on his face and he makes that very clear. "but what if you can't-" "i don't give a shit." he's quick to cut you off, cat like eyes piercing into you. "sit on my face, pretty. don't care even if you suffocate me. got that?" he's so shameless but you comply nonetheless. when he's finally got you where he wants you, he eats you out like a starved man. you're pleading for him to slow down but he flat out ignores you. your brain is mush as he thrusts his tongue in and out of you. he loves how your thighs tremble around his head as he overstimulates you to filth. at some point you wonder if he's doing it for you or for his own pleasure. it get's him so hard being smothered by your cute little pussy, his cum soils his boxers as he releases completely untouched, just needs the taste of you to get off. "fuckk, need more of you. fuckin sit down, babe. use me."
barou doesn't stop until fat tears are rolling down your heated cheeks as you sob from how many times you've came. one of your hands grips onto the headboard for dear life while the other one weaves through his hair to give him a strong tug every time he sucks on your clit. it irks him when you squirm away from his mouth, growing overwhelmed from the sensation of his tongue brushing against your velvety walls. a loud slap rings through the room and you squeal, his hand print staining your ass cheek with a bright red. "what'd i tell you, slut? don't move. just fucking take it." he's so stern with the way he talks to you, his words shoot pleasure straight into your core. you want to give him more but you just can't. you're so delirious at this point as your body begs for more but your mind is screaming otherwise. "s too much! can't anymore." you babble while a new stream of tears rolls over your dried up ones. he scoffs at you, strong arms wrapping around you to trap you against him. "weren't you just bitching for me to make you cum earlier? i'm giving you what you want." he utters something about you being ungrateful before attaching himself to your spent cunt again.
aiku loves being smothered by you. so much so he sometimes forgets to breathe while he's caged beneath you. he couldn't give two shits whether or not he's breathing as long as he gets to explore your cunt with his wet muscle. he wants to make you gush all over his tongue and completely soak his face with your juices but he still can't help but edge you. he only does it to slowly get you to lose your mind so you're sitting on him entirely, so fucked out and desperate you aren't even worried about suffocating him anymore finally letting go just like he wants. "fuck, aiku! m close. can i cum this time? please?" you whine as you mindlessly hump his thick fingers that curl in the spongey confinements of your walls. you shudder when his stubble brushes against your thighs as he gives you quick kisses along your inner thighs, "go ahead, baby. cum for me." he says before wrapping his lips to suckle on your clit to finally push you over the edge, making sure not a single drop of what you give him goes to waste.
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