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âĄ. your record-breaking horse is upset with you after you both lose the championships. so he takes it out on your pussy :: hybrid!au :: smut :: rough sex :: p in v :: size difference :: choking :: dirty talk :: marathon sex :: creampie :: overstimulation :: rider!reader :: horsecock. . .
"F-Fuckâ hnghhah, toru slow dowwwnnn."
"You promised. Promisedâ promised me we'd. Fuck, you promised me we'd win!"
Large hands doubled a nasty choke on your throat. Crushing you down into a bundle of hay while his hips clamour into yours. Skin slapping skin. His flesh bruising yours. A filthy, messy web of cum and cream stringing between your shaky thighs. Drenching his long, silky white tail that limped over your leg.
Everyone said your horse was special. Strong. Fast. You gave him a name that meant enlightenment. Gojo Satoru.
But no one knew exactly what he was.
The equestrian world sung praises to your name. The most beloved jockey of the century. Leaving competitors choking up dust under Satoru's fast hooves.
Not this time, though.
A mishap. A miscalculation. Maybe you both got too cocky. Maybe you shouldn't have promised him something you couldn't guarantee.
Now, you were dealing with the monster you created. Your loyal steed. Your overly competitive horse hybrid.
Pinning you down in his lavish stable you built just for him. Hay poking at your soft flesh as his big hands hold you down. Wrapped tight around your neck. As he shows you just how strong and fast of a stallion he truly is.
Everyone talked about a horse's speed.
A horse's reliance.
Elegance.
But no one. Absolutely no one. Talked about just how good horse cock could stretch out your poor pussy.
White riding gloves still on as one hand digs into his hulking shoulder and the other fists the hay. Your riding gear strewn across the stable floor. He'd ripped off whatever he could. Left you vulnerable for him. The one he trusted mostâ now split open and crying on his cock that smothers you in bursts of creamy cum.
"Youâ you promisedâ" Satoru huffs above you. Jaw set tight and horse ears pinned down in his snowy hair. Agitated. As his hooves dig into the floors and he hunches over you. Smacking! his brutal hips into you meaner.
"You promised. You saidâ said we'd win. Said we'd alwaysâ win!"
"Sorry, 'm sorry. Oh fuck toru." You croak, throat bobbing against his palms as your teary eyes meet his wild ones. The bit piece is strung around his neck now. Messy in his saliva. Messy like the rest of him.
His cock grinds deep. Suffocated into every sweetspot. Every nook and cranny. Pressed tight on your spasming cervix. He can't even fit it all in. Some inches left to soak up your spilling juices and pulse thick, heavy veins at his base.
He's stretching you out. Splitting you open. Spilling his frothy cum again and again. Penance for your lies. For riling him up.
"Iâ I hate you," his ragged voice cracks above you. Pounds pummelling your squelching pussy as his movements blur. A frenzy of heat and feralness as he takes his anger out on your warm, clenching walls.
"Hate you, hate you s'much. Hate. . ." Tears prick at his eyes. He hiccups and slumps his head onto your forehead. Drowning in your crossing eyes as his thrusts turn shallow. Mean, nasty smacks that jolt your body.
His hands flex round your throat. Then one slips down. Splays over your tummy and presses down on the bulge he leaves behind.
"Mngh, fuck. It feels s'good. Why does it feel so good when I'm mad at you?" His voice husks.
Both of your hands slipped up. Burying into his fluffy hair. Tugging hard like you would the reins. Your hiss cut into his hair.
"Mad at me? You could have been faster," you quivered.
Slam!
Your cry chokes out into a pitiful gurgle. His blunt teeth dig into your shoulder. Hard.
Hips ramming at lightning speed. Heavy balls harassing your folds with soaked, filthy slaps. Strong pelvis meshing with your clit and spasming you into several-stimulated orgasms all at once.
"This fast enough for you?" Satoru sneered.
Eyes wide and bright blue as he yanks back from the bite he marked on your flesh. Glaring above you with something near-animalistic as his hips batter against yours. Cock driving into you ferally. Recklessly. Pounding your cervix and plunging into every spot that had you sobbing.
"This fast enough? Yeah? Am I fucking this pussy fast enough?"
He's panting now. Chest heaving. Face blotched. A snarl fixed on his mouth as his hooves stomp on the ground. Agitated. Like his nasty thrusts that jerk your entire body. Squish your ass and pummel your thighs into a shaking, apologetic mess.
"Pleaseâ!" You sob, mouth hung as your head limps back.
Your hands drag from his hair. Down his shoulders. One to the hand holding your throat and the other to his elbow. Holding him. Your trusted steed. Your loyal stallion.
"Please. Please toruâ fuck. 'm gonna cum again."
"Again?" His grunt pierces above you. Hand shoving on the bulge to squeeze the pressure. Stir you into a whimpering mess.
"Gonna cum all over my cock again? Even though you're a lying slut?"
"M-Mhhm! Iâ ah. toru please. So sorry. I love you. Y'know I always love youâ"
His breath hitches.
Pace faltering.
Once. Just once. Only to spur into a clamouring frenzy all over again. Splattering your cum and hammering your cervix. Because he hates failure. Cause he didn't wanna lose again. Didn't wanna falter. Slow.
"Sh-Shutâ shut up," he whines, thumb reaching down to circle your throbbing clit. "Just up and cum. Cum f'me. Please. Cum cause you still love me."
The crack in his voice has you holding him tighter. Trying to string him closer. As his thrusts turn sloppy. The webbed mess between your thighs and the goey froth evidence to how many times he's pumped you full. How long he's been going. Trying to prove himself to you.
You know your poor stallion's tells.
"Cum, please." He's begging now. Eyes teary. Ears droopy. His thrusts stuttering into a messy fumble as both his arms hook around you. Shoving you into his hard body. Clinging onto you as if you'll disappear, as his mouth presses atop your head.
"Please. Please, pleaseâ I'll be good. I'm so good. I'm still a good boy, right?" He whimpers, shattered.
"Always," you hiccup, arms hugged tight around his neck as your nails dig into his flexing shoulder blades. "A-Always my good boy. Always. Fuck. Toru cum with me. Please."
"Gonna cumâ" he nods, rasping as he buries his face into your hair. Pace picking up into a final, rough, maddening spurt. As he pounds your pussy into a filthy, squirting stream.
His sob drowns into a long, needy whine. His hips smacking harder. One more time. Two more times. Threeâ before he finally bursts.
Thick, creamy pools of cum splatter your clenching, climaxing walls. Frothing you up for the nth time that night. So violent that some spurts right out of you. Bubbling around your slit and spilling all over the hay together with your cum.
Heaving. Trembling. Satoru's hulking body collapses into you. Slumped over you like hes trying to tuck himself away in your warmth. Like he isn't twice your size. Like his half-hard cock isn't wedging you open and choking your quivering pussy.
Still, your hands hold him. Limp on his shoulder blades as he sniffles in your hair. Still rocking his hips in a pitiful, haphazard hump.
"Fuuckk, I hate this." His little sob on your hair has you holding him tighter. "Hate losing so much."
"I-I know toru. I know, sshhh. . ." you soothe him as best you can. Quivering under the weight of his power and heavy cock still plunged so deep within your overstimulated cunt.
"It's gonna be okay," you mumble.
He huffs through his nostrils. Face buried in your shoulder as his wet tail hangs low between his legs.
And as his breaths even out, you think he's fallen asleep. Finally settled. Finally calm.
Until a nasty, wet, shlap! slams on your pussy and you croak a whine.
"t-toruâ c'mon, said I was sorry." Your whimper's cut off by a choked whine as large hands bunch your thighs. Shove you further into the hay. Bending you in half for him as he drags away to glare down at you with those brilliant, wild blues.
"Well 'm not ready to fucking forgive you yet." He snarls. Cock already hard again. Still deep inside.
His nails dig under your knees as he folds you into a nasty position. Stretching your poor, abused cunt out and forcing her to take more of him.
Rough, and deep, and grinding so dirty on your cervix as he looms over you. Hips ramming in a hard, amping pace.
"Better hold on tight," he huffs a chuckled nicker above you. As a cruel grin spreads over his lips. His face leans closer. Dangerously so.
A heated, deep drawl drags from the depths of his throat. Rasped. Wild like the feral stallion he was.
you would say after you got with your boyfriend, satoru gojo, your nights have become sleepless.
constantly waking up to the feeling of your boyfriendâs dick prodding at your ass, itâs so annoying!!
and he knows that.
he knows how pissed you get when you have your precious beauty sleep disturbed by your sweet boyfriendâs high libido.
but thatâs why he enjoys it so much, getting that rise out of you.
he just wants to see your reactions a bit more.
the restful moonlight beams on your figure, flowing with each curve and ridge. satoru loves how sweet you look, face innocently sleeping, smiling like youâre having such a good time in your dream.
without him.
satoru can only pout. why would his sweet little thing be so happy without him?
he holds your body closer and naturally your body responds, wrapping a leg over his waist in order to get closer.
youâre doing it to yourself at this point. teasing him. clothed heat looming over his throbbing cock thatâs begging to be free.
if he didnât know better, he would have just shoved himself deep inside your cunt but he wouldnât want to disturb his baby, heâs not that cruel.
nono, so instead he just decides to rock your bodies together
or rather, his body.
it begins slow, clothed cock, thats already left a wet spot on his flared tip, grinds against the crease of where your thigh and pussy meet, wrapped in your pretty nightdress.
the nightdress he bought for you.
it was intoxicating.
not only were you his girlfriend, but you had every little thing to show for it.
you smelled, no, you were suffused of satoru gojoâs scent.
always wearing the clothes he bought for you, swiping his card without a dropping a smile as if it was second nature to spend so much money.
the only thing missing was that pretty band around your finger that sealed you two forever.
thoughts raced in his head that mirrored his pace. the slow grinds practically became pathetic desperate humps.
he needed to be inside of you.
satoru leaves peppery kisses along your neck to your shoulders trying to silence his moans but to no avail.
moving himself, he placed his lengthy cock right in the center of your slit. feeling your heartbeat bounce off your sensitive bud, sending chills that crept down his spine.
it didnât help that your body reacted to him so well.
your tight cunt that he so desperately wants to be inside of is drooling all over, creating a shlick! everytime he drags himself over and over on you.
âa-aw, baby..you like this too, huh? pretty fu-fucking pussy weeping fâme. she misses me, donât you think?â he softly whispers.
of course, he not wanting to wake his sweet girl.
but you probably forgot all about him in your dream, he just has to remind your body that he exists.
slender fingers come down to rub that poor neglected clit of yours, thumb giving it little circles as he continues to nudge his cock at your clothed entrance, whining at the cotton material that separates you both.
you whimper softly.
his body freezes.
cold-blue eyes look up at your sleeping state, analyzing your face for any chance that you did wake up.
still sleeping, but most likely not for long.
he controls his pace again, moving more methodically.
fat tip focusing on your clit instead, rubbing repeatedly on your vibrating bud. hips angled upwards practically begging him to stuff you full at this point.
those blue orbs of his, almost reel back into their sockets at your movements.
if he didnât know any better, heâd say that you want him to wake you up with his pretty cock kissing your cervix.
your eyelashes flutter open, hand wandering to find your boyfriendâs arm, and once you succeed, you grip onto the flesh.
nails digging into his muscles that will probably leave a mark later.
âs-satoru..ngh-!â
he can only chuckle softly at your noises.
âeasy, baby, hush. let your sweet âtoru take care of you.â
you whine once more, hand creeping down to tug at the hem of your underwear before he grabs your wrist stopping you.
âah ah, i made a bet with myself awhile ago that i was going to make you squirt all over me in your sleepâ he growls in your ear, âyou know how i can get, gotta be the best at everything..â
cw: heavy explicit smut, curse au, use of curse technique, teacher/student dynamic, lactation kink, breeding kink, praise kink, possessive/obsessive behavior, cunnilingus, breast-play, power imbalance, dirty talk, etc.
teacher!gojo x student!reader
it was an accident
a mission gone sideways, a cursed technique that left you battered and bruised, your own reversed technique stretched to its absolute limit trying to keep your insides from becoming your outsides. youâre slumped against the cold stone of a crumbling shrine, the adrenaline crash leaving you trembling, every breath a sharp, painful pull.
gojo finds you like that. one moment the air is still, thick with the residual miasma of the curse you just exorcised. the next, itâs him, the space bending and folding to his will until heâs just there, his overwhelming presence sucking all the air from the clearing.
"now, what kind of mess have you gotten yourself into?" his voice is a low purr, but the usual playful lilt is gone, replaced by something sharper, darker. his blindfold is off, and those pretty crystal blue eyes are scanning you, taking in every shallow breath, every tremble, every speck of blood, they see everything, they always do.
he doesnât wait for an answer. in a blink, heâs crouched in front of you, his large hands surprisingly gentle as they push aside the torn fabric of your jujutsu uniform. his fingers, cool against your feverish skin, probe the nasty gash across your ribs. "tch, sloppy."
you want to retort, to tell him he wasnât the one fighting for his life, but the words die in your throat as a fresh wave of pain lances through you. a broken whimper escapes instead.
his eyes snap up to your face, and something in them shifts. the analytical gleam softens, morphs into something hotter, more possessive. "shhh, pretty thing. iâve got you."
he doesnât use his technique to teleport you. he simply gathers you into his arms, one hand under your knees, the other cradling your back, his fingers splayed wide over your injured side. youâre too weak to protest, your head lolling against his chest. you can feel the steady, powerful beat of his heart through his black jacket, a stark contrast to your own frantic, fluttering pulse.
he takes you to his rooms at jujutsu high, not the infirmary. "shokoâs busy," he says, his voice a rumble against your ear. itâs a lie, and you both know it. he kicks the door shut behind him and lays you down on his ridiculously large bed. the sheets smell like himâexpensive cologne, ozone, and something uniquely, intoxicatingly gojo.
"letâs get this off," he murmurs, his fingers making quick work of the ruined top. his touch is clinical at first, efficient as he cleans the wound with a damp cloth he produced from nowhere. the reversed cursed technique he applies is a warm, liquid heat that sinks deep into your flesh, knitting you back together with an intimacy that feels more invasive than any doctorâs touch. you can feel his energy inside you, a claiming, searing brand.
as the pain recedes, a different kind of awareness floods in. youâre half-naked on gojo satoruâs bed. heâs straddling your hips, his weight a delicious, pinning pressure. his eyes are no longer on the healing cut. theyâre fixed on your chest, rising and falling with your quickened breaths.
youâve always been well-endowed, a fact his eyes have noted on more than one occasion with a leer and a crude joke. but this is different. this is a focused, intense scrutiny that makes your skin prickle. the adrenaline, the crash, the sheer overwhelming force of his reversed techniqueâyour body is a confused mess of hormones and signals.
and then you feel it. a strange, tight, aching sensation in your breasts, a dull throb thatâs entirely new. a warmth spreads, followed by a peculiar dampness against the fabric of your bra. your eyes widen in horror and confusion.
gojoâs breath hitches. a slow, wicked smile spreads across his face, a predatorâs smile. "well, well," he whispers, his voice dropping to a husky, obscene register that goes straight to your core. "what do we have here?"
before you can process it, before you can even form a thought, his head dips. he doesnât use his hands. he simply nuzzles the swell of your breast above your bra cup, his nose brushing against the damp spot thatâs slowly growing. he inhales deeply, a long, shuddering drag of breath.
"fuck," he curses, the word muffled against your skin. "youâre dripping for me, arenât you?"
"iâi donâtâwhatâs happening?" you stammer, your face burning with a mixture of shame and a sudden, shocking bolt of arousal.
"your bodyâs just reacting, sweet thing," he purrs, finally looking up at you. his cerulean eyes are blown wide with lust, a flicker of something unhinged in their depths. "all that reversed cursed energy⊠it does funny things to the system. especially a sweet, fertile little system like yours." his thumb hooks under the bra strap, not pulling it down, just tracing the line of it. "must have triggered a lactogenic response, a little surprise just for me."
the way he says for me makes your stomach clench. itâs possessive, final.
"this is⊠this is insane," you breathe, trying to sit up, but his weight on your hips is immovable.
"is it?" he asks, his head tilting. he brings his thumb to his mouth, his eyes locked on yours, and slowly, deliberately, licks the pad of it. his tongue is pink and wet. your breath catches in your throat. he grins, a feral, hungry thing. "tastes sweet, like you."
the dam breaks then. any pretense of him being your teacher, your guardian, shatters. the perverted bastard you always suspected lurked beneath the powerful facade is here, in full glory, and heâs found his new favorite toy.
"letâs have a proper taste, yeah?" he doesnât ask, he states.
his fingers are deft, unhooking your bra with a practiced ease that sends another jolt through you. the cups fall away, and the cool air hits your sensitized skin, making your nipples pebble into tight, aching points. and there, beading at the tips, is a single droplet of opaque, pearly white fluid.
gojoâs eyes darken. a low, guttural sound rips from his chest. "fuck, look at that. youâre fucking milking for me."
he doesnât give you a second to feel self-conscious, he descends.
his mouth is hot and wet and impossibly greedy. he latches onto your right breast, his tongue swiping over the nipple in a broad, flat stroke, collecting the bead of moisture. he moans against your skin, the vibration traveling straight to your clit.
"so good," he rasps, his voice thick. "so fucking good, knew youâd taste like heaven."
he suckles, not hard, but with a firm, persistent pressure that pulls another droplet to the surface. then another. his hand comes up to knead your other breast, his thumb circling the nipple, coaxing more of the sweet fluid from you. you cry out, your back arching off the bed, not in pain but in pure, unadulterated pleasure. itâs a sensation youâve never felt, a deep, internal pull that seems connected to every single nerve ending in your body.
"thatâs it," he encourages, switching sides, his mouth sealing over your left breast. he drinks from you like a man dying of thirst, his groans of pleasure muffled by your flesh. "give it to me, all of it. every last drop."
youâre mindless, reduced to a writhing, whimpering mess beneath him. your hands come up, tangling in his shock of white hair, not pushing him away but holding him closer, pressing his face harder against you. you can feel the dampness between your own legs, a soaking ache that demands attention.
he feels it too. his free hand slides down your stomach, over the waistband of your torn pants, and cups you through the fabric. youâre drenched, the wetness seeping through to his palm.
"so wet down here," he murmurs, breaking his suction with a soft, wet pop. he looks down at your breast, at the glistening, swollen nipple, and smiles. "all from this? from feeding me? youâre such a pervert. my perfect, filthy little cow."
the degradation should make you angry. it just makes you clench around nothing, a fresh wave of slickness coating his fingers.
he makes quick work of your remaining clothes, stripping you bare with an efficiency that leaves you gasping. he sheds his own clothes in a blur, and then heâs naked above you, all sculpted muscle and pale skin and the thick, heavy length of his cock jutting out from a thatch of white hair. itâs obscenely large, flushed a deep red and leaking at the tip. heâs a god carved from marble, and heâs staring at you with pure, unadulterated lust.
he doesnât enter you right away. he settles between your legs, pushing your thighs apart with his shoulders, and buries his face in your cunt.
you let out a loud desperate moan.
his tongue is relentless. he eats you out like heâs starved for it, like your pleasure is the only thing that matters in his universe. his long fingers dig into the soft flesh of your thighs, holding you open for his feast. he laps at your clit, flicks it, sucks it into his mouth, all while his eyes are fixed on your face, watching every twitch, every gasp, every silent plea.
"taste yourself," he growls, surging up your body to crush his mouth to yours. you can taste your own unique flavor on his tongue, mixed with the faint, sweet taste of your milk. itâs the most depraved thing youâve ever experienced. "taste how good you are, how perfect you are for me."
he desperately kicks off his pants that felt like a split second and lines himself up at your entrance, the broad head of his cock pressing against your soaked folds. heâs not gentle, heâs claiming.
"gonna breed you now," he whispers against your lips, his voice a dark promise. "gonna pump this pretty little cunt so full of my cum youâll be tasting it for weeks. gonna knock you up so good, put a big, round belly on you. youâd like that, wouldnât you? being full of me? being mine in every way possible?"
you can only nod, desperate, tears of want gathering in your eyes.
"say it," he demands, pressing forward just an inch, stretching you unbearably. "tell me you want it."
"i want it," you sob, your hips bucking against him, trying to take him deeper. "please, gojo-sensei, please, i want you to breed me."
the honorific, used in this context, seems to snap the last of his control. with a roar thatâs pure possession, he slams into you, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal, perfect thrust.
you see stars. heâs too big, too much, stretching you to your absolute limit. the pain is sharp and bright, but itâs instantly swallowed by a pleasure so intense it borders on agony. he doesnât give you time to adjust. he sets a punishing pace from the start, his hips pistoning, driving into you with a force that shakes the entire bed.
each thrust is accompanied by a filthy promise, grunted against your skin.
"gonna keep you pregnant," he snarls, his mouth finding your breast again, suckling hard as he fucks you. "always full of my cum, always milky and ripe for me."
"your tits are gonna get so big," he moans, switching to the other, lapping at the rivulets of milk that trickle down your skin. "gonna leak all the time, iâll drink from you every morning. every night."
"gonna fuck you like this when youâre heavy with my child," he promises, his pace becoming even more frantic, more desperate. "gonna be so deep inside you, feel how my baby makes you even tighter."
his words are a catalyst, pushing you higher and higher. youâre babbling, begging, clinging to his broad shoulders as he utterly ruins you for any other man. your orgasm builds, a coiling, screaming tension in your belly.
"thatâs it," he grunts, sensing it. "come on my cock, pretty girl. milk me dry while you do it. come on."
his command is all it takes. your world fractures. a scream is torn from your throat as your climax crashes over you, a tidal wave of pleasure so violent it whites out your vision. your cunt clenches around him, rhythmic, pulsing, milking his cock just as heâd milked your breasts.
the feeling of your tight, fluttering walls is his undoing. with a final, ragged shout, he buries himself as deep as he can possibly go, and you feel itâthe hot, sudden flood of his release filling you up. he pumps into you, jet after jet of his cum, painting your insides white, claiming you, breeding you just like he promised. his hips jerk through the aftershocks, grinding against you, making sure not a single drop is wasted.
he collapses on top of you, his weight a crushing, comforting blanket. his face is buried in your neck, his breath hot and ragged against your skin. you can feel his heart hammering against your chest, a wild echo of your own.
for a long time, there is only the sound of your heavy breathing. the room smells of sex, sweat, and the faint, sweet scent of your milk.
slowly, he shifts his weight, pulling out of you. you gasp at the sensation, a gush of his cum immediately leaking out of your well-used cunt. he chuckles, a low, satisfied sound.
"look at that," he murmurs, dipping his fingers into the mess between your legs and bringing them to his mouth. he sucks them clean, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. "so fucking good together."
he slides down your body again, his head coming to rest on your stomach. he kisses the soft skin there, right over your womb.
"be in there soon," he says, his voice soft but laced with a terrifying certainty. "my son, my daughter. doesnât matter. just mine."
then his mouth finds your breast again, not with the frantic hunger from before, but with a lazy, contented suckle. he drinks slowly, gently, his tongue soothing the oversensitive nipple. the sensation is strangely intimate, domestic even, after the animalistic fucking you just received. itâs a claiming of a different kind.
you run your fingers through his hair, too spent to do anything else. heâs a perverted, filthy bastard. heâs insane. heâs the strongest. and heâs yours.
"youâre never getting away from me," he mumbles around your breast, his words slightly slurred. "we'll get married and i'm gonna keep you barefoot and pregnant in my penthouse, dripping milk and my cum all day. my personal little broodmare. my perfect fucktoy."
and as you lie there, filled with his seed, feeding him from your body, you know with a terrifying, thrilling certainty that he means every single word.
đđšđ§đđđ§đđŹ: bully! Gojo x afab/fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern au! you + Gojo are college juniors - first kiss - fingering (f! receiving) - sqĂŒiĆtıng - virginity loss - corruption kink - missionary + deep impact positions - clitoral play - unprotected sex (psa: wrap the willy, you sillies!) - premature ejaculation - pet names (baby, crybaby, cutie, princess) - itty bitty possessiveness - mention of spit/drool and tears.
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âYo.â
âYes, Satoru?â
âYou never had your first kiss, huh?â
Gojo Satoru takes pleasure in being your bully â nothing in his third year of college gives him much joy than being your one source of torment. Sure, heâs got everything: being the campusâ grounds #1 heartthrob, a star player on the menâs basketball team, and an excellent scholar in all his courses despite being a dickhead. But, even if he possesses the things that put him at the top of the class body, his other fountain of entertainment comes from something - or someone - that playing ball or dormitory parties canât produce the same level of internal enjoyment.Â
You and he were alone in his apartment, umbrellaed under the instruction of working on an upcoming project this month. Of course, boredom is evident in the tall oneâs heavy sighs as he looks through multiple articles on his laptop. Cerulean orbs wander away from the deviceâs screen and land on the other side of the couch; another figure glued to the armrest is concentrated on typing their keyboard to notice the prying survey.Â
Gojoâs ennui begins to flicker out the moment he sees you, wanting nothing to do with this damn assignment and just to mess with his favorite pushover. This is precisely why he prompts himself to ask you a question, and judging by how quickly your fingers stop typing, now his attention is hooked onto a matter way more fascinating.
He spots your flattened lips. ââŠWhâWhere did that come from?â
âJust curious, a random thought that came to my head.âÂ
âWhy was that the thought thatââ
âHey, arenât ya gonna answer the question?â
You stammer. âWhat makes you think I never had my first kiss?!â
He lifts a brow; his round shades shine when he smirks. âSo you did have a first kiss?â Your lips open with no voice, and both silver eyebrows rise from the silent answer youâre giving, only for you to close your mouth and avert your gaze elsewhere. Gotcha, he stifles a chuckle. âThought so, you terrible liar. Embarrassed I called you out? Haha, hilarious.â
Your eyes may be on the words of your document on your laptop, but the heat on your cheeks and the uncomfortable knot in your gut kept brewing. You chew on your lips to focus on something other than the guy getting a kick out of your lack of experience â the guy you donât hear close and place his computer on the coffee table.
âHey,â the closeness of his voice takes you aback, and youâre surprised to see him sit closer enough to bring a hand to close your laptop. âWanna kiss me?â
Mortified eyelids shoot wide. âWannaâWh-What!?!â What the fuck is going on?!? âWhy would you ask meââ
A nonchalant shrug adds more weight to your shock. âWhy not? Itâs just you and me, alone in my apartment at 8 oâclock. Sounds like a perfect opportunity, doncha think?âÂ
âYeah, to do work!â Your emphasis fails as Gojo takes your device to add to the table surface. âI-I didnât come here for you to question me and ask toââ
âYou got someone else youâre waiting for?â He uses a hand to cage you from escaping, a knee between your legs. He knows he has the upper hand, observing behind shielded sunglasses as he awaits your response.Â
âIâW-Well,â God, what did I get myself into? âNot necessarilyâŠâ
âSo, do you not trust me with your first kiss?â
âThatâsâŠThatâs not the pointââ
âYouâre deflecting!â
âSatoru,â the way you say his name â low and soft, a pleading whisper â makes something switch for Gojo, looking at your bashful expression with hesitant hands, barely pushing his chest. âWe shouldnâtâŠLetâs get back to the assignment?â
That wasnât working on him; heâd never want to stop teasing you, especially now when you look too cute. âLet me kiss you one time, âkay? Then, weâll go straight back to work.â He can see the cogs work in your brain, deciphering whether he is genuine. Was he? He couldnât tell; all he was thinking about was how your lips felt. âI promise, princess.â
You didnât mean it to happen, but you scan from his shades to his lips; now, itâs all you can see. The bob of his Adamâs apple, when he gulps, has your breath hitch, and after a few silent seconds with no movement, he begins to descend his face lower, and your lids swiftly close. So does his as he gently places his pillowy lips onto your plump ones, and a hushed squeak doesnât go neglected.
Cherry â thatâs the flavor that Gojo can taste. It has to be from the lip gloss you plastered on your lips that made them inviting to gawk at, pretty lips that the tall other couldnât stop peering occasionally. He licks the bottom, taking in more of the taste with a soft groan. You yelp, gaping your lips further to give the man above an idea, and chew on your bottom lip. More whimpers slide past your control, hands gripping his sweatshirt as he peppers you with soft kisses, latching onto yours for longer seconds from one after the other â so much for one kiss.
Youâre the one to break it off, hesitantly backing away from him to breathe. Hot skin returns to the cold air, and intimate huffs fuel into the space. You open your eyes slowly, half-lidded with knitted brows and scorching ears. You examine Gojoâs neutral expression; orbs that were once filled with reluctance are now replaced with a...wonder.
An innocent wonder that nearly has Gojo shut down from seeing as your hands steadily ring around his neck. There it is again, another switch flipped. This time, a spark ignites his brain, curiosity coursed to a more indecent field after what it feels like taking your first kiss. Because the way youâre looking under him â entirely submitted to him and his touch â wasnât something he expected to rock his core. And all he can think about nowâŠ
âŠIs what taking all of your firsts would be like.
ââTaaahhh, haahâŠ! Satoru, w-wait a minââ
âHey, baby, tell me, whatâs it like having my fingers inside you?â
Gojoâs little experiment delved into different extremes; your first kiss was the starting point of the many thoughts that perturbed his thinking. He wanted to know more about your potential firsts. For example, such as right now, how youâd be if he were the first to touch your privates.Â
The atmosphere around the living room became hotter; the tepid silence switched with the erotic sounds and squeals that exited your system. Your legs spread apart, Gojo in between your thighs as his big, calloused hand swims under your panties to shove away and meet the bareness of your cunt. You were so wet, your liquids effortlessly coating his fingertips with barely any push. An entire mess between your inner thighs and labia. And that made Gojoâs mind go wild.
âHoly shit,â he chuckles in a heavy sigh. âSo fucking wet and tightâŠHeh, youâre all like this because of a kiss, huh? So adorably pathetic.â
Refutation is impossible as he curls his forefinger inside, scraping your upper wall in a manner you never envisaged. âSatorâMmmphâŠ!â He keeps pushing the digit to the knuckle, touching crevices of your inner channel you could never reach. âO-Ohhh, JesusâŠâ
âMmmm, fuck, you're twitching like crazy,â and Gojo was loving every second of it. The taller junior then decides to test something and creeps his middle finger near your opening, smearing itself with your come as lube.Â
You sense him push the finger in, nerves heightened. âW-Wait, Satoru, I canâtââ
âOh, yes, you can.â He interrupts you with a cheeky sneer. âYouâre practically asking for it with you twitching so much. Watch.â Gojo pushes the middle digit leisurely; your beseeching babbles become increasingly incoherent when he adds the whole thing with the other finger. Now, both of them have you shrilling from their intrepid fashion, grazing on your vaginal walls with every pull and shove until his knuckles smooch your labia.
Good God, the place is so hot, your face is hot, your bodyâs hot, your insides feel hot â everything is just too hot for you to handle! And your brain cannot hold itself together as the seconds go. You throw your head back, your eyes sewn shut, âOhGod, ahhck! Wait, stooop! Go slow, go sloâOhhh!â Gojo does the exact opposite; the pace of his fingers surges to a tempo you find difficult to ride through. Your entire frame locks together, preparing for the inevitable to slip past your hold, and tremors course around you as your orgasm hits you like a train.
Simultaneously as Gojo continues to rut your soapy cunt, a clear liquid disperses out of your urethra and sprays outward. Sprinkling onto the skin of your thighs and drenching your underwear. Although youâre not the only one who gets caught, Gojo at the front gets a genuine display of you showering his forearm with your essence, damping his sweatshirt in the process, and even a bit on his sunglasses.
It happens the third time: something snaps inside Gojo once he sees your oddly beautiful teary face. Itâs at that moment that something in his core breaks and permeates his entire body with a force thatâs been itching to get out when he kissed you earlier. He swallows thickly because the next thing he does after this will eat him alive, a queerly anticipated feeling for the white-haired man.
Of course, Gojo is astonished at what transpired, the shock in his eyes concealed by the shades. âDid youâŠjust squirt on me?â His ears pick up the sound of you sobbing, your hands covering your face as you whine.
Massive tears roll down your cheeks, âIâhicâI told you to waitâŠ!âÂ
Itâs a no-brainer that Gojo pulls you off the couch and leads you to throw on top of his bed, stripping himself off his pants and briefs to free his raging erection and crawling up on top of you after chucking his shades off. A gasp leaves puffy lips when his pink glans meet the folds of your vagina, burrowing between your labia to coat with your slick.
âSatoru, wait,â you voice. âD-Donât you have a condom?â
âSorry, ran out of them.â Lies. Gojo knows he has rubbers tucked in his nightstand. However, the intention to use them is nowhere to be found. Because tonight â knowing completely and damn well youâre still a virgin â he had to fuck you raw. The drive to do so sent shivers up his spine. âDonât worry, cutie. Iâll promise to pull out.â
Yet again, another deception.
Gojo pushes the tip in as he counts your breaths, watching every wince and contortion of your expression as the cockhead ventures and seeks shelter inside your slit. Your body is squirming through every exhale, and Gojoâs coaxes to relax your rigidness are somewhat helpful as you intake air. Before you know it, your mouth goes to a permanent âoâ shape once the tip is inserted, the act of breathing stops, and your body recoils and tenses as he slowly forces the foreign limb to carve your tightness inch by inch.
Oh, fucking shitâŠ!! Oh yeah, Gojo thanks himself for not putting on a rubber. The firm grasp of your walls around his length nearly has him lose balance, sinking into your warm wetness clenching onto him so deliciously. He bites his lip to composure, a futile attempt as he throws in a few slow thrusts, and the snug of you has him in a chokehold. Then, when he hits your cervix, you instinctively grip onto him tighter and wrap your legs around him, and Gojo almost chokes.Â
âF-Fuuck, wait, wait..!â He curses, submitting to a release way too early; his hips tremble as his cock ejaculates into your vagina. Shocks rattle his brain, rolling his eyes to the ceiling at the sensation of pooling himself into you. âShit, oh shiiiitâŠthis fucking pussy is driving me crazy.â
It really does because Gojo, still keen from his climax, dials the cadence, rutting into you with purpose. The sudden movements have your shrieks bouncing across the bedroom walls, and hits to your womb are frequent and cause more tears to strike down without your comprehension. âNnnmm! OhhhmyGodâŠ! Mmoohh!!â
âHeh, look at you cryinâ,â Gojo teases you from above, licking a tear before kissing your cheek and ear. âGuess thatâs expected for your first time, huhâŠHnnnm, God, youâre clenching my dick so much.â
âTh-Thatâs because youâreââThe curve of his shaft has the tip graze your walls in an angle that makes your back arch. âAhhoooo!! Iâm fuull; youâre making me fulllâŠ!!â
âAwww, am I making you full, crybaby?â He mocks you in your ear, the snicker sounding too salacious to the drum. âYou full with my dick that it got you whining and crying for me?â
I canât do this! Your brain dissolves into mush, and your face is too hot to construct adequate consciousness. âI can feel it, I can feelâŠâ
âWhat is it? I canât hear you through all the sobbing,â Gojo unscrews your legs to maneuver one for him to straddle and the other to lie on his shoulder. The new position gave him a directed way to piston his pelvis into your aching cunt, your squeals turning into screams as pokes to your womb come with the feverish pacing. Heâs hitting so deep you canât catch up! âWhat, you think youâre about to cum?â
You nod hurriedly. âYes, yesss!!â
âOh, thatâs what you want now?â The snow-headed man chortles before sneaking a hand to your vulva, where his fore and middle finger swipe on your clit. âTell me, is that what my pathetic angel wants?â You nod again, so he pinches your bud. âTell me properly~.â
ââAhhnnn, ohh, SaââToruuu!!â You pan to him. âPleaseee, please make me cum, I wanna cumâŠ!!â
God, this was a picture worth savoring. The image of you being all desperate for release, wanting nothing but to succumb to your wanton desire. You looked so ruined, like a completely different person compared to the meek exterior Gojo used to. And itâs all because of him â his words, his touches, his lips, and his dick â that youâre like this. A fact that only propels him to hammer his hips into you harsher.Â
âGood girl,â he bends down to close his face to yours. Surveying you make such erotic faces as he keeps playing with your clit is food for his soul. âEnjoy yourself, princess,â and he steals your lips once more for another kiss.
Your orgasm comes to you quicker than ever, thanks to the work of Gojoâs hips, the hits of your cervix, the pinches on your clitoris, and the sloppy makeout session. Your body freezes and lets the aftershocks jolt you to a rocky clarity, your head in a dense fog, and your vision just about blurry. Your legs quiver with heaving breaths, and Gojo keeps thrusting as you soon fall out of your euphoria.Â
The cold air blankets both of you once tense muscles calm down and bring you two back to reality. Silence befriends the lack of words aside from the pants of breath, and Gojo sluggishly withdraws his cock out of your wet chasm, whistling at the sight of his load slowly protruding out of your essence.
âHey,â your face forms into a helpless expression. âBet you never tried anal before.â
Tonight was dedicated to conquering all of your firsts. And Gojo means that with every bone in his body!
tags/warnings : noncon, aphrodisiac, piv, creampie, baby trapping, oral (f! receiving), he calls you âloveâ, gojo mayhaps afraid of abandonment, terrible writing at 3am, no beta we ball
synopsis : why canât you just forget about the world and rely onto him? heâll make sure you wonât have to think about anything but his cock.
likes, reblogs and comments/constructive criticism are always appreciated <3 happy reading !!
gojo was the definition of âperfect boyfriendâ. He always respected your boundaries, understood your choices, and supported you. so why did you try to leave him?
all he ever wanted was you to be dependent on him, need him. he wanted his presence to be as important as oxygen, his absence to be the equivalent as death to you.
so where did it all go wrong? he made sure to play all the right cards. asking to take a break because of work-stress? utter bullshit. you shouldnât have to even care about such issues since he should be your first priority.
he sure was sick and tired of playing the good guy. if you wanted to leave him, shouldnât he atleast show you how much he wanted you to stay?
your body was on fire, every touch of his was like gasoline- igniting into bigger flames.
what was in that pill he made you swallow?
ân- no!â you whimpered, your fingers interlocking into his white hair as he enjoyed his âdinnerâ between your thighs. with your hands tied together, resistance was futile.
you could feel him, feel his tongue, his breath, everything. you mewled at every contact he made with your pussy, when he circled around your entrance, when his tongue swirled against your clit, when he slurped and licked your fluid up.
you tried your hardest to push his head away from in between your thighs, but to no avail, you were just far too weak. he invited himself further in and pushed your thighs open wider, while shoving his face deeper into you.
âstop it ..!â you squealed, feeling his tongue entering you. he hummed in response, making you squeeze on him at the sudden vibration. you could tell he was savoring this, his âmealâ. your core was on fire, you could feel yourself getting close, and he knew that too.
he was always kind to you, didnât do anything you didnât like, and listened to what you wanted. you couldnât comprehend how someone like him could immediately turn 180 on you.
he stopped before you could climax, leaving you hanging. your hips unconsciously scooting towards him when you no longer felt him. he grinned at the sight of you being needy, no matter how much you plead for him to stop, it was evident you were enjoying it too.
he licked his 2 fingers and plunged them into you, curling them and repeating the same motion over and over again. your inner walls clenched around his finger as his pace quickened. the constant fiery of pleasure built up within you and with on final thrust, you came on his fingers and spasming uncontrollably.
your body was already exhausted, trembling. your hole twitching as his finger left. âwhyâd you try to leave, love? just stay by me..â he mumbles
the bulge in his pants was obvious. He could feel his cock throbbing and cramping inside his pants, and when taking it out, the tip shone with precum.
he placed his hands on your hips and positioned it directly at the entrance, teasing you by sliding it up and down. you whimper, grinding against his dick. your body was in heat, although you already had an orgasm, it still yearned for more. he was pleased by your involuntary begging, the moment he thrusted it into you, you let out a squeal and tightened around his cock, perfectly shaping into his size.
he slowly pulled his cock out, letting you feel every inch and immediately slamming it back in, your body jolting at his sudden movements. his cock constantly hitting the entrance of your womb that was desperately sucking down on his cock for his seed.
the room was filled with the wet slaps of your pussy being fucked and the sounds of your moans ounced off the walls.
âyour pussy is so tight,â he groaned, âeverytime time i pull away,â his thrusts getting rougher and harder, âyour pussy clamps tighter onto my dick like it wants my child. â
he grabbed your waist towards him, ensuring that there were no spot in your pussy that his cock hadnât reached- you let out a whine of pleasure as
âiâm not on the pill-â you cried out as he mercilessly ravished your insides, âplease donât come inside-â
you heard him let out a chuckle, his hips not taking a single second to break the rhythm, âdonât worry about trivial problems. just take this as a safety measure to ensure you wonât ever think of leaving me again.â and with a final thrust, he coated your inner walls with his semen, filling you up. your womb happily opening itself to receive it and your walls clamping on his dick, trying to wring all of the remaining cum out.
ânow all you have in your mind is us, right love? donât ever try to leave me again.â he says as he snuggles beside you, not pulling out to ensure you're fully inseminated and impregnated with his child.
Tw- Morning sex, prone bone, creampie, degradation n praise. Not proofread
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The morning ray of warm sunlight slowly filters through the curtains, casting a golden glowâgently filling the room. It was early in the morning but also timely enough for the sweet melodic chirps of the morning birds to be heard outside. You and your boyfriend Satoru had the day off from your sorcerer jobs so everything was so comforting and peaceful...
Except for the nasty, lewd sounds of your rippling ass slapping against his pelvisâindicating just how deep he was diving his cock into your slippery pussy with ease, drenching the white sheets below, where the two of you were connected.
He was straddling your thighs from behind as his passionate thrusts echoed throughout the room.
Each deep, rhythmic stroke caused waves of pleasure to cascade through every inch of your being. His snowy-white huffs of pubic hair brushing tenderly against your sensitive folds and swollen clit in a dance of ecstasy.
His hands gripping your waist firmly as he delved deeper into your warm, inviting core.
âFuck you're such a horny little slut, Sweetheart. Didn't I already fucked you good last night? But that just wasn't enough, was it? Always desperate for some cockâ he snickers mockingly, as he taunts you with a smirk. Blindfolded eyes infatuated with the cadency of his flushed cock disappearing into your warm, plushy walls every other second, following the rhythm of his thrusts.
You whimpered pathetically to his degrading commentary, the sound of your distress from his bullying blending with the rustling of the sheets beneath you as you gripped it for dear life.
âMmm, Satoru! soo gooddd, y-youâre soo d-eep fuck!â you cried out, feeling nothing but pleasure consuming you as drool steeps out of your mouthâdamping the soft pillow beneath. His angry, mushroom head jabs your g-spot over and over making you arch your back uncontrollably. His thick cock already stretching your pussy open in the mere crack of dawn.
âYeah? My cock making you feel good sweetheart?â he chuckles, playfully swatting your cheeks, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he lets out a toothy grin watching how it bounces back against him when he sinks his swollen cock into you. âShitâyesyesyes, Sat-toruuu rub my clit, please! Fuckkâ you cried out, your urgent plea driving him wild as you grind your hips back into him hastily, your twitching little pussy tainting his cock with your runny slick as you see stars.
He grins, moving his fingers down to pinch and rub teasing circles on the sensitive bud, âSeriously? Your pussy is gonna cream on me already? What a filthy whoreâ he chuckles, heading falling back lazily as the sunlight illuminates his flawless skin. âWas expecting a little more than that but I know how fucking crazy this hungry pussy gets when I'm balls deep, stuffing it fullâ, he jests with a hint of satisfaction, his laughter echoing around you.
He pressed a hand firmly against your lower back, pressing it downârestricting all your movements as he readjusts the position. His tall figure now looming over you, both hands on each of your sides of your body, trapping you in as you moaned out like dumb slut. Each forceful thrust pushes his rigid length to the brink, feeling his cock ramming deeper and deeper inside your gushing cunt, to the point where his angry tip is nudging against your cervixâmaking your eyes roll back, one thing about Satoru was that heâs a literal beast when it comes to fucking you, he does it like his whole life depended on it.
You were on the verge of reaching climax and all it took was to hear your boyfriendâs hot, guttural moanâone that ignited your already frenzied lust, the loudest one since you two began fucking to have your greedy, stretched cunt to pulsate and spasm uncontrollably, releasing all over his pretty, flushed cock. Your moans melded with the fabric of the pillow as your fingers clenched the headboard in a desperate attempt to anchor yourself as you felt your cum dribbling out of your cunt and down your thighsâit was so messy.
âOhhh fuck yeah, thatâs it, baby, thatttâs itâ he groans out with a smirk, feeling your sticky cream coating his length. His eyes dancing mischievously as he observed the wet patch forming on the pillow beneath your head from your drooling.
You cried out, eyes peering open as he kept fucking your soppy pussy.
Rings, and rings of glistening cum decorating the base of his cock sinfully. A loud whimper escaped your lips as you felt the relentless stimulation of your pussy used by him even after your orgasm. He laughs at your sudden reaction. âAww sweetheart, you didnât think you'll get to cum but I wonât, did you? Such a greedy whore, only thinking about yourself and this greedy, fucking pussyâ heâs so amused by you, his bullying cock abusing your poor used cunt, his balls strucking your clit with vigor, making it so much more intense. âOh, myâfuckk!â You hiccuped, feeling your soul levitating from your body as his eager cock molds your pussy to shape his cock.
âThis pussy is so fucking good, God youâre so perfectâ he smiles widely from the pure pleasure of your wet pussy, and a warm flutter settled in his stomach as you took his pounding. His rigged breath made you so dizzy as his thick veins dragged along the insides of your cunt. âYou like me stuffing this pussy baby?, like getting your brains fucked out by my cock?â He babbles out, on the verge of losing his mind as he chases his release.
âYes! Yes! Ohmygodddâ you screamed, both of your legs flailing behind you as he was drilling impossibly fucking deep inside of you, he was so loud, moaning just inches from your ears, making your pussy flutter over and over hearing your boyfriend making such lewd unabashed noises. One thing about Satoru was that he was never embarrassed or cared when it came to being vocal in bedâsometimes heâs even louder than you. You could feel the veins of his cock twitching against your walls as he fucks your cervix like a feral beast.
âFuckohfuck!â his head falls back as he takes a deep breath. âGon-na cum, fuck! Gonna creampie this little pussy and stuff it for with my seedâ he bites his lip, thrusting himself into you relentlessly as his hips stuttered and abs flexed against you.
His jaw fell open in a silent scream while his eyes rolled back as he emptied his essence inside of you, groaning loudly, feeling your pussy sucking the warm cum greedily out of his shaft. His body collapses onto yours, making you mewl in pain as you adjust to his heavyweight. He wrapped both of his arms around your neck to lift your head up as he moved closer to your faceâhe lazily licked a stripe of your jawline as his eyes fluttered to stay open.
âGood morninggg, Beautifulâ his deep voice mumbled to you with a fucked out smile.
Today was especially draining. Why? You were yelled at by multiple people throughout the day, your manager was watching your every move like a stick was up his ass that day. You just wanted to go home. Home to your beloved boyfriend, satoru. He was your home.
He immediately heard the fat sigh come out of those lips he loved to attack kisses with at every moment. He came up to your slouched form and noticed the dark circles around the loving eyes he became in love with the moment he saw them.
âLong day princess? He held your cheek in his weirdly large hand thatâs always somewhere on your body. His gaze soft, almost making you tear up right then and there.
Gosh his voice, his velvety, smooth, annoying voice. You looked up at his perfect eyes with exhaustion and that was the only answer he needed before carrying you bridal style up to your room. You were a hair away from falling asleep in his warm arms that engulf your fatigued body before you felt a familiar silky bedding.
âToru, stay with me..â You reach out in hopes of bringing him close but he beat you to it and grabbed your hand, kissing it softly. âAlways.â
He looked at you with so much patience and love you couldnât stop the tears coming down your cheeks at that simple word. He lied down with you and brought your body as close as it could be to his, kissing away those tears of exhaustion.
Your head was in the crook of his neck, embracing his scent and everything about him.
What a blessing it is to feel his ridiculously big hands hold you and embrace all of you.
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected sex, Satoruâs blindfold gets used, overstimulation (male + female), lots of cum, aphrodisiac sex, multiple rounds, making Gojo Satoru cum in his pants, breaking the bed, mating press, pet names (my girl), swearing.
Word count. 3.0k
A/N. Can you tell itâs ovulation week. PART 2 HERE. Art by @_3aem on x.
Ah~ Itâs the 21st century, they should really make these curses self-exorcizing.Â
Itâs been a long day of dealing with countless curses and five droning clan meetings (all of which he missed, oops). Now, Satoru loiters around your shared penthouse apartment - waiting for you to come back home from work.
Hmm, maybe heâll quickly drop by and see what the first years are up to? He probably didnât have a class right now.Â
But first, Satoru grins, opening the refrigerator to grab at the secret stash of sweets all the way in the back - something sweet.
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It was odd to step into a tense silence suffocating your home - usually used to being met with whines of âhow dare you take so long!â and âyou wonât believe what that emo kid did today.â as soon as you walked in through the door.
Was Satoru running late on a mission today? Â
It wasnât surprising, the man had to be everywhere - itâs not like he always has the time to teleport and welcome you home. Yet, you still couldnât shake off the feeling that something was off as you made your way into the kitchen.
Tired brain distinctly noting the lack of that familiar flash of hot pink, you double-take as you glare at the back of the refrigerator - as if willing it to materialize in front of you. Where was that?
âThatâ being the gag gift your friends had given you last Christmas to playful wolf whistles. Some large slab of âaphrodisiac chocolateâ - probably normal chocolate - that youâd skeptically thrown in with your secret candy stash for a rainy day.Â
Satoru had ransacked your goods again, you sigh. But if he was homeâŠthen where was he?
âToru? Are you home?â you call out in confusion, only to be met with a deafening silence.Â
Concern etched on your face, you set the drink down to look for Satoru, footsteps thumping against the hardwood floors at each tense step.Â
Approaching the bedroom, a low, unmistakable moan filters through the heavy door. Satoru.
Heartbeat racing and worry coursing through you, you cautiously push the door open - only to be met with a sight that makes your heart stop.
There, sprawled across your bed in just his boxers, a delicate flush spread enticingly along his sculpted body, was your Satoru.Â
Something about this scene felt more than a simple evening nap. The air was heady and thick with something. Maybe it was that familiar hot pink wrapper lying empty at the foot of the bed. Maybe it was the way Satoruâs usually vibrant eyes were half-lidded, curtained by his tousled hair.Â
Or maybe it was his hand squeezing the large outline of his achingly hard cock through his boxers. Circling the dark spot around his leaking tip. Massaging his heavy balls. Teasing.Â
âYouâre homeâ he rasps out, voice strangled and snapping you out of your trance.Â
âWha- yes. Toru, what happened?â you sputter out, eyes locked on the way his cock twitched animalistically at the sound of your voice.
In the blink of an eye, Satoruâs gotten up from the bed, muscled arms caging you against the wall. His rock-hard erection presses into your front, precum smearing through his boxers against your work clothes.
âYouâre home.â he repeats, sounding as strained as if he were about to snap any second. Losing his sanity with each breath that fans your hair.
You could feel the pulsing of your cunt as your eyes flit from the sheen of sweat decorating his body to the blindfold haphazardly hanging off his neck. Satoru finally raises his eyes to look at you.
Oh, heâs already lost his sanity.
Pupils blown, those blue eyes you love now a lustful black - a predatory glint in them that made a carnal part of your cunt twitch. His mouth spreads into a wolfish grin, teeth bared as if ready to eat you up.Â
A shiver runs down your spine.
âToruâŠyou okay?â
âYouâre home.â he breathes out, as if a prayer.Â
âSatoru.â
The simple call of his name sealed your fate.
The buttons hit the ground before you realize what heâs doing. Ripping your shirt off, pulling off your bra, fisting your clothes in his hands as if it killed him to see you clothed.Â
Too impatient - too starved - to remove your skirt, he pulls it to shreds off your hips.
âWoah- slow down there.â you squeal as he drops to Satoru knees, biting down on the thin fabric of your soaked panties, tugging with his teeth. You know heâll buy you ten more to replace what heâs torn, but jeez where was the decorum?
âCanâtâ he slurs, peeking up at you with dazed eyes. Was your Satoru even here with you?
âWhat?âÂ
âCanât stop.â he murmurs lowly, voice sending vibrations to your twitching cunt.Â
And before you know it, sharp teeth bite around your panties, ripping them to shreds. Looking up at you with hooded eyes, miles away, grinning devilishly around the soaked fabric in his mouth.Â
Shit, what have you gotten yourself into.
Despite your thobbing pussy, you soothe âNow, Toru. Why donât we just-â
âShut up.â he mutters. And he does - words catching in your throat as Satoru dives nose-deep into your dripping cunt. Hot tongue urgently lapping at your juices, as if a man dying of thirst..
Nose rubbing your pulsing clit in rough circles, he breathes you in so sinfully, letting out a throaty groan as he does. He bullies his tongue past your dripping folds, stretching you, dipping in and out of your quivering entrance. Over and over. In and out.
You were losing your mind with each rough push of Satoruâs warm tongue. Dizzying pace forcing lewd whimpers out of your mouth that mix with the squelches of his mouth on your pussy.Â
You buck your hips desperately into his face, and amidst his merciless abuse on your cunt, you barely notice the way he presses his body against yours.Â
Shit, so this is why heâs so fucking feral - Satoruâs cock was painfully hard, swollen and throbbing against your leg. Fuck- you werenât gonna be able to walk for a while.
He grind his hips into you, precum soaking your bare legs. With a low whimper at the back of his throat, Satoruâs tongue fucks you in a way you knew he wanted to with his cock right now. Rough and unrelenting.
Maybe itâs the harsh abuse of his mouth on your swollen lips, nose catching on your clit just right. Or maybe itâs the feeling of your slick dripping down the corners of his mouth, onto your thighs and mixing with the precum of his aching erection.Â
Before you can even register it, youâre cumming all over Satoruâs mouth, grip tight on his white locks and hips riding his pretty face.
Greedily lapping at your quivering cunt, he moans as his eyes roll to the back of his head at the sweet juices pooling around his tongue.Â
In the back of your mind, you recognize the feeling of Satoruâs warm cum smearing against your leg. Did- Did Gojo Satoru just come in his underwear while eating you out?
Sinfully, he licks at the mixture of your juices dripping down your legs, eyes closed as if tasting a delicacy. He was going to be the death of you.
As soon as your high bates, Satoru stands to his full height. Towering above you with eyes that looked like he wanted to positively eat you alive.
A large hand smacks the wall beside your head, plaster crumbling under his strength. Shit, if he keeps going at this pace then nothing in the house will survive Satoru - including you.Â
You feel the cum-soaked fabric of his boxers grinding against your ass, his hands pulling and groping every bit of skin he can reach.
âToru, take it off.â you whine out, words dripping in lust.
You donât need to tell Satoru twice. With grace that he wouldnât give your clothes, his boxers are on the ground, painfully hard cock hitting his abs.Â
You can feel the slick dripping down your legs as you look behind your shoulder to see one hand wrapped tightly around his large cock. Pulling in slow, languid motions up to the furiously flushed tip. His heavy balls twitch as he thumbs the prominent vein along the side.
âI want-â
You canât even finish your sentence before Satoruâs bullying his massive cock into your snug cunt. Plush walls desperately trying to adjust to his size as he sheaths himself in your hot core.Â
You moan at the delicious stretch of your pussy. Itâs not like you havenât done this before - yet, where Satoru was usually suave in sex, right now it was replaced by pure, feral need. With his tip kissing your cervix as he pushed animalistically into your cunt - you didnât know if youâd make it out alive.Â
âHah- Toru itâs too big. Ah! I canât-.â
âYou will.â he grits out, teeth clenched and brows furrowed.Â
Satoru presses into you inch by fucking inch, groaning at the tight ring of muscles trying to both push him out and suck him in desperately. It was so animalistic.
It seems Satoruâs body moves before his mind, hips fucking into your dripping pussy recklessly. Harsh thrusts, not even pulling all the way out to ram into you as he usually does - as if he canât bear to part with your wet core. His balls sting your cunt as they smack against you at his unforgiving pace, strings of slick and cum connecting him to you.
âAh- So good fâme, my girl. Always- so good.â he gasps out at the heavenly feeling of your dripping cunt sucking him back in at each thrust. âHngh! Mmm more. I need more. Need it so bad.â
Hands arching your back into him now grope the expanse of your skin, before wrapping around your body to lift you off the floor.Â
âAh! Toru, what- hngh-â you choke on your words at the new angle.Â
Satoruâs body bows into you, cock still slamming inside you at a feral pace midair. Not even a hairâs breadth between your bodies.Â
With one hand he forces you to look up at him, capturing your lips with his in a searing kiss. Pretty mouth sucking your tongue as he did with your cunt.
If you were in a better state of mind, youâd notice the slight glow tinging his lustful eyes. The electricity thrumming through his fingers. Yet you already knew - Satoru was absolutely losing it.
Your feet dangle off the ground as he holds you securely, length reaching impossibly deeper inside you. Prominent vein grazing that one spot over and over.
âHngh- Oh my god, Toru. Sâtoo much!â you pull away to whine.Â
âOpen your mouth.â he murmurs raspily. As if body on auto-pilot, your mouth opens, tongue lolling out for what he was about to give.
Satoruâs stream of spit is warm on your tongue, making you clench around his merciless cock. He lets out a drawn-out groan, eyes boring down at you, holding a glint of the same insanity he has when he exorcizes curses, âMy nasty girl. Canât get enough of you.â
You moan at his words, hands reaching behind you to grab on the blindfold dangling on his neck. âToru more-â you gasp out, your tight grip causing him to bow his head with a groan, cock twitching ferally.Â
âFuck! More? You fucking want more?â he groans out, voice wrecked with pleasure.Â
You let out a yelp as his teeth dig into your neck - hard enough that you were sure youâd have a lot of explaining to do tomorrow. Like a lamb to slaughter, he was going to eat you up. Yet, your grip on his blindfold never waves, pulling him closer as he fucks roughly into your snug cunt.Â
Ass burning at the friction of his pelvis. Pussy dripping onto your bedroom floor. Unforgiving. Gojo Satoru was unforgiving. âAh! Toru sâgood.âÂ
You both cum with strangled gasps. A low keen at the back of Satoruâs throat, and heâs pumping hot ropes of cum into your awaiting pussy. Tears stinging your eyes at your sensitivity, all you know is a wave of pleasure as you ride out your climax on the ramming of his hips and the how full you are of his seed.
His hand still draws hurried, desperate circles on your clit. You squeal at the overstimulation, tears clinging to yours lashes. âToru- hngh!â you can barely get out the words, his hips slamming into yours mercilessly as Satoru milks his cock desperately on your quivering pussy.Â
âShut up. You said you wanted more. Youâre gonna get more, my little slut.â he mutters carnally.
Ah, you canât do this. You were going to fucking pass out.
âOne- more.â he moans.
Your thighs clench around him, pushing your plush walls deeper as he lets out raspy whimpers with each thrust. âHah- hngh.âÂ
âShit- Toru Iâm-â Your climax hits you with a jolt, body twitching in pain and pleasure from the oversensitivity as your cunt flutters around his cock - not even being able to tell when Satoruâs orgasm ends and when yours starts.Â
You feel a tear hit your shoulder, overstimulation too much for his poor cock as his seed coats your walls once more. It drips out of you, forming a pool on the floor as he pulls out - for only a second before youâre thrown on the bed.Â
Orgasm-hazed brain barely having time to register what is happening before Satoru stalks towards you from the foot of the bed. Unhurriedly approaching you as you scoot towards the headboard.
Your pussy jumps exhaustedly at the sight of him - eyes darkened and narrowed at you like a predator that has spotted his prey. A devilish smirk stretches across his swollen lips, glossed prettily with spit and slick.Â
Toru, I-I donâ-â you words slur out.Â
âOne- one more, my girl. Please.â Satoru whimpers, throat shot from what transpired just before. His cock twitches, glistening with cum and slick, dripping onto the fresh bedsheets.Â
As he looms closer, you wonder how the fuck Satoru was still holding up - was this all because of the chocolate? You have half the mind to wonder whether he was using reversed cursed technique to keep you both alive.
You mewl deliriously at the feeling of your legs being thrown on his shoulders. Eyes blown and face flushed your favorite shade of pink, he licks a long stripe up your ankles, voice cracking as he moans sinfully.Â
Satoruâs flushed tip teases your entrance, dragging along your swollen folds. Fuck. Shit. Maybe you wouldnât even mind dying if it was with his cock rammed in your snug cunt.
Barely even lucid, he thrusts harshly into you - your tight entrance readily sucking up his flushed tip. You both hiss at the sensitivity. Surely, one of you was going to pass out.Â
Hand moving to grasp the blindfold around his neck, you pull him to you. Your hamstrings burn in protest as Satoru bends down to attach his lips with yours, moving down until you were folded in half.Â
Tongue tangling with yours, half-lidded eyes bore into yours, fiery with an intensity that made you unsure if either of you would make it out of this alive.Â
Heartbeat roaring in your ears, you donât notice the crack! of the bed and neither does Satoru. Too caught up in desperately reaching whatever number orgasm it was this night.Â
Moans incoherent, your body convulses, nails dragging down the expanse of his sculpted back as the bed creaks in protest. A strangled groan leaves his mouth, cock throbbing inside you - or maybe that was your quivering cunt. At this point you really didnât know anymore.Â
âShit- ah! Fuck. Iâm- Mâcumming. Mâcumming. Hngh- cumming!â he whines out, voice ragged and breathing unstable. Delicate tears streak down his face, dripping onto your quivering body below him. Salty.
You can only let out exhausted whines, too fucked out to form any proper sentences.
Hot seed gushing inside you again, it overflows out of you, cunt dripping and too full to take anymore. Yet, Satoru still fucks into you until he sees stars and his poor cock is cumming dry. You can barely even feel your climax, distant tingles and the only thing on your mind being Satoru Satoru Satoru.Â
The air leaves your lungs as he collapses on top of you. Skin flushed and sticking to yours. Body twitching as his poor cock neverendingly shoots blanks inside of you. Which number was this even?
Thatâs when you black out.
Floating in and out of dreams of blue, blue skies and mini Satorus running around, you wake up with a start. Well, as much of a start as you could with your entire body aching as if you got run over by a truck - and then an entire zoo after.
Bleary eyes taking in your surroundings, you distinctly realize that youâre spread out on the living room couch.Â
âYouâŠare you okay?â you rasp out, raising a brow exhaustedly. Satoru chuckles sheepishly, tenderly smoothing over the blanket placed on top of you. What a change from before - are you sure this is the same guy?
âWellâŠthe wall is crumbling, we broke the bed, and Iâm pretty sure my dick wonât work again for the next couple years.â he gets out in one breath. At your silence, he continues âAnd I think my favorite blindfold is out of commission.â
â...wow.â
âWow.âÂ
âYou lecher, you ate from my secret stash, didnât you?â
â...â
A few days later, opening the refrigerator, youâre met with a wall of hot pink. A sticky note on top reading in Satoruâs hasty scrawl, âThis time you take one too :Dâ
PRETTY KITTY TURNS PRETTY HORNY .á FT SATORU GOJO
synopsis - finally you decided to adopt a new friend at the adoption centre! only, he wants to be more that friendsâŠ
warnings - p in v, brief oral sex (fem receiving) unprotected sex, slight manipulation(?) creampie, shitty smut, petname: master used mockingly, not thoroughly proofread, talk of potential children, lowk masochist gojo, ect ect. fem reader
notes - yay I finally got this out! lol it honestly did get a bit sloppy at the end but I wanted to get this out b4 christmas!enjoy! the smut is lowkey short but I donât want to fix it..
edit - I just realised I posted this on his death date
Phew, you did it.
You finally grew a pair and adopted a newly rescued snow-leopard hybrid! After months of your self-pitying you managed to convince yourself to adopt a friend!
You spent many, many hours contemplating on whether to actually adopt. And many hours more watching sad videos on hybrids, how mistreated they are out of the adoption centre.
That was more than enough to convince you.
Now you have an exotic hybrid of your own! And heâs just the cutest littleâer big thing! Heâs got fluffy little ears, a handsome face, striking blue eyes, and the fluffiest tail in the world!
Youâve learnt a lot about him. His name is Satoru Gojo, around the same age as you! Unfortunately, he spent a lot of his life in illegal fighting rings. Poor thing almost got killed a while back. Luckily, his caretakers at the agency have had no aggression problems with him! Heâs affectionate, friendly, reckless at times, but overall great to have as a first time owner!
Heâs reallyâreally big. His head just about reaches the ceiling of your small apartment. It's gonna be hard finding clothes for the man. Let alone a bed.
But thatâs all a problem for future you!
Packing him in the car was a hefty thing, his tallness being the main problem, a little cramped (he had to lay half his body on the floor) but it worked in the end!
As soon as you bought the littleâuh, big critter home, you pampered him with affections. Petting his head, rubbing his ears, scratching under his chin all that stuff that makes him mushy in the brain!
The only problem would be leaving him alone⊠heâs fairly clingy. Youâll just have to work on that. He seems capable enough. HopefullyâŠ
Note to self: get a baby cam.
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Maybe this was a mistake.
Satoruâs a really good guy, heâs friendly, definitely affectionate and really clingy. All good qualities that you love about him!
But, there are qualities you come to⊠dislike, so to say.
Heâs bratty. defiant against your house rules, a back-talker.
He always wants attention. Pushing things off counters or using his tail to block your eyes whenever he wants to annoy you.
Heâs very manipulative. Using his wide eyes to trick youâor anyoneâinto giving him sweets!
Heâs also unbearably horny, probably his worst trait. Always trying to rub against you, heck even mount you! For someone so angelic-looking, he sure ainât an angel.
And you can name a couple of⊠embarrassing incidents.
Incident #1
âHeyâToru! What are you doing, stop that!â You shout, trying to push him back and away fromâ wait, are those your panties he has in your mouth!
âSatoru! Bad boy, get those out of your mouth!â You splutter, face flushing red.
But, apparently you adopted the devil.
He tilts his head in an innocent way, ears flopping to the side as he deviously munches on your preciousâand very expensiveâunderwear.
You try to wrestle them away from his maw, unlucky for you, youâve also adopted an abnormally tall hybrid. His innocent act drops as he dangles them above your head, laughing at your embarrassment.
Of course, he gave it back. Not without it slicked in his spit and now turned crotchless.
It was⊠not a great moment for you or your hopes of being dominant over him.
Incident #2
Itâs a nice sunny morning, you got up earlier than your alarm, made a nice breakfast, and finally got that darned work assignment finished.
A peaceful day.
Until your precious kitty takes his biting urges on you.
âSatoru, do-donât bite meee!â You whine, once again trying to push away the snarky beast. God, why must he be twice your size.
He chuffs, pining you with his weight as he nibbles at your skin. Tail swaying mischievously behind him.
âMnâbe still, lemme jusââŠâ He whispers. Devious man he is. His nibbling becomes full-blown bites, decorating your neck and collarbone in a bazillion bite marks.
Satoru only giggles at your pathetic attempts of squirming away. Pfft, you think heâll let you walk away? Nothing gets away from his keen eyes.
Needless to say, the bite marks were not a fashion statement at work. Didnât really capture as many complements as it did laughter.
Note to self: Invest in a muzzle.
Incident #3
Now, maybe this is your fault. You did notice the change in behaviour, heâs always been clingyâ the staff at the agency did say he was⊠the possessive type. But! You didnât notice the possessiveness until now! So itâs not entirely your fault.
Okay, maybe his growling at your friendâ male, should you noteâ was a teensy red flag, the constant butting of his head against you was also alerting you. So you maybe-sorta-shouldâve predicted this.
Maybe if you realised that Satoru is not entirely human (even though he acts like it), you wouldâve remembered he has an amazing sense of smell.
âaaahnn⊠morninâ Toruâ, how did you sleep hm?â you yawn. The lack of response is unnerving, and rude.
âHey now, tsâ not nice to ignore me, Satoru.â Again silence, waitâwhat the-?
âOof! Satoruâgah!âget off!â You struggle, your overgrown hybrid kitty has decided to pounce on you, his full weight crushing you.
âH-heyâoh!â Did.. did you feel that correctly, is your boy.. oh gosh.
âMrrowâŠmn, you smell sâ good.â His breath is hot against your neck, sniffing at your throat, his fuzzy ears rubbing under your chin.
âMnhâheat, in heat? mrr..â He purrs, big hands encasing yours as the big idiot rocks his hips against your backsideâ oh my.
âH-huh? No, down Satoru! Bad boyâooh!âdon-donât!â You try not to moan out as he ruts against you. Licking at the nape of your neck, almost mockingly.
âHehâ shh, Iâll take care of ya. Awâ youâre so small compared to me..â Satoru breathes, chuckling like he always does.
âŠ
Lets just say, Satoru has become real good friends with the spray bottle.
Note to self: Get him neutered.
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And there are way more incidents as⊠sexual as these ones. You love the big guy, heâs cuddly, got a fuzzy head, really warm, but he seems to really enjoy mounting you. Like, really badly.
Heâs become a menace! I mean, you knew he wasnât neutered, but you didnât think heâd be interested in you!
It's almost everyday he tries to get in your pants! Gotta hand it to him, heâs really persistent.
Well, you wonât be taking any of his nonsense today!
âSatoru! Breakfast!â You yell out. You hear him scurrying around the corner, jeez food fein.
âHeh, mm waffles..â He purrs at your feet, nuzzling against the back of your knee.
He wraps his tail around your ankle, hands gently kneading at your leg. Nose twitching at the sugary smells.
âYou hungry, sweetie?â You coo, petting the big oafs head.
Awh, maybe youâre being too harsh on him. Heâs your baby, he doesnât know any better!
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Oh who were you kidding, of course he knows what heâs doing! Why are you so gullible?
What was supposed to be a nice, calm, peaceful, non-sexual breakfast, ends up with your mischievous kitty munching on your pussy instead!
Heâs got your legs up, knees having small-talk to your shoulders whilst he âquite literallyâ devours you.
âSatoruuu!â donât do thaah! Oh!â You squeak. You weakly push on his head, trying to get him away from your front.
Unfortunately, Satoru is a determined cat.
âMnn, be still. Mâ hungry.â He purrs between your legs, the vibrations of his voice send tingles up your spine.
For Satoru, that delicious nectar leaking out of you is heavenly. Until this thin, pathetic piece of fabric ruins his meal. If only he could justâŠ
rripp!
âH-huh? Sâtoru! Those were expensiveeeâ haa!â You scold. well, try to. Itâs hard to speak when youâre literally breathless.
He tongues at your now naked pussy, slurping all that gooey goodness you so graciously produce. So sweet.
He pulls back, your cunt and his mouth connected by a sloppy string of spit. He cooâs and presses a kiss hard against your clit, making you twitch and moan.
Out of the corner of your eye you see the devil incarnate smiling so sweetly, his tail curling around your ankle. What was once a sweet gesture is now no longer reassuring.
Your âinnocentâ kitty now has free rein to your more⊠primal parts. The stronger scent pulls on Satoruâs will, he whines at the sudden, yet aggressive urge to bury himself inside you.
Hmm maybe he should.
Hoisting himself up, Satoru leans back on his calves, admiring the little mess heâs made of you. Flushed red, panting, drooling, and completely high on the pleasure. His pants tighten.
Heâs been blessed with such a cute owner!
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Plap! Plap! Plap!
âHaaâ dâaww donât be so shy, master. Hehâfhuck!â Said the devil incarnate, mockingly.
Satoru is a condescending bunch, cute but really full of himself. Itâs shows in his way of fucking.
He has you on your back, legs resting on his broad shoulders as he literally folds you in half. Your head is just reeling, your face is covered in his spit, hairline all sweaty, jaw hanging open, and you're burning all over!
His cock is big, too big. It nearly split you in half when he tried to fit it in. Heâs never been a patient kitty.
âAwhhhâ masterrrr, youâre tighteninâ up shoâ muchhhâŠâ He purrs. Tail swaying mockingly.
Leaning forward, Satoru nuzzles his ears against your cheek, wanting to be pet.
Unfortunately, youâre incoherent to his requests. Too focused on the harsh rutting of his cock into your sticky cunt.
âHeyyy⊠pet meee,â He whines, âHm? Hehâ tappinâ out already?â His eyes gleam with mischievous-ness as he grins a toothy grin. Youâre not gonna make it out alive.
He bites his lip, giggling at your pleasured face. If only he could take a picture, save this moment forever. He cups your face, caressing your sweaty cheeks, then presses a loving kiss to your lips.
âMwah! Heheâ youâre so cute,â He whispers against your lips.
In midst of this somewhat sweet moment, the pace of Satoru rolling his hips against you increases. Then turning into him full on slamming his hips into yours, huffing as he focuses on pounding you into next week.
All you can do is grip onto him, tugging on his ears. He moans pornographically, drooling as you harshly grip his sensitive ears. The painful yet pleasant sensation sparks something new in Satoru.
With the intent to breed, Satoru turns you over. His chest to your back as he leans his weight on you, arms wrapping tightly around your sweaty skin.
This new position gives Satoru a better chance at giving you some cute mini himâs!
âOh! Oh!âToruuuâ!â You squeal, tears now brimming in your eyes at the overwhelming feeling that is undoubtedly him.
Without warning, you cum. Hole clenching and spasming and coating his lower body in a translucent liquid.
âHmâhahâ I knew you wanâahnâwanted me!â He mewls, quickly pounding in and out, creating a wet âschlick!â sound.
Oh youâre so perverted! Letting your precious kitty take you like this!
Youâll never live this down.
Satoru doesnât seem to care.
âOoohâ mâ cumming, nngâ masterrr!â He moans, non-stop humping into your creamy pussy, drooling all over you.
âNotânot insideee! Toruâ!â You cry out, pushing your hips back to get him off of you, it does the opposite.
His tail wraps around your thigh as he cums. It splurts frantically inside of you, his cock twitching violently as he whines in pleasure.
Itâs hot, sticky and definitely a thick load. It feels endless, liquidy rope after rope. But it feels so refreshing.
He pulls out (you didnât think he would), nuzzling and purring at the nape of your neck. Innocently licking at your tear-stricken cheeks.
âŠ
Itâs been so long since you last experienced this pleasure.
Youâll definitely regret this later.
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Oh god, why did you do that!
Having sex with a hybrid is just a different type of low, even for you!
Oh jeez, you're just as perverted as him! Oh whywhywhywhy! He was just supposed to be a companion! Not aâ
âMrr, pet meee..â Satoru whines, pawning at your chest. Heâs back to his old self again.
Mostly. Heâs become more⊠confident in his abilities over you. Letâs just say after your regrettable (not in his eyes) playtime with him, he has no restraint on mounting you now. The idiots even started humping you in public!
Which is why youâve been leaving him at home.
Now more than ever, you two spend a lot of time together. Mostly consisting of naps, him licking you, more naps, eating⊠recreational activities, blah blah blah. He now sleeps on your bed, heâs more like an overstayed one night stand than an exotic cat.
DOUBLE STUFFED ft. Bully!Satoru Gojo + Bully!Suguru Geto
â° KINKTOBER 2023 SPECIAL...
â° SUMMARY: Satoru and Suguru never meant to piss you off, but how could they stop when your reactions would always be so pretty? How could they stop when your reactions to more intimate things would be even better?
â° CONTENT WARNINGS: afab, female!reader, bully!satosugu x reader, noncon/dubcon, virginity loss, multiple rounds, double penetration (anal and v), porn with some plot, marking, biting, semi-public sex (empty classroom), mentions of forced exhibitionism, breast/nipple play, degradation, fingering, squirting, cum eating, oral (fem and male receiving), face fucking, hair pulling, p in v sex, biting, minor blood, crying, creampie, unprotected sex, just a shit load of nasty fucking đ
â° WORD COUNT: 7.5k (WTFF)
â° AUTHOR'S NOTE: having the most insane bully!satosugu brain rot to cope with mfing school
â° MASTERLIST.
As much as you could hide it well, Satoru and Suguru really pissed you off.
You glare at Satoru, your hair completely drenched and your uniform in disarray. If you were naive, you wouldâve mistaken Satoru for accidentally bumping into you and shoving you backward into the fountain as an unfortunate event. Perhaps the first time it could have been. Perhaps the second was just bad luck. Although, by this point, he had shoved you into the pond every single time you were tasked with feeding the schoolâs koi fishâand you were not some idiot to miss the way Satoru would hold back a snicker as he offered you a hand out of the fountain.
âYou okay? My bad, Himiko.â You see Suguru snort from behind him, his palm covering his mouth as Satoru tries to maintain a sorry excuse for a poker face. It was obvious he was calling you by the wrong name to piss you off, to really degrade you down into your place. But what could you do?
âMy name is Y/N..â You mumble, refusing his hand with a lithe wave as you stand up with a light shiver, hugging your arms to your chest, consequently squishing your boobs together in a way that has Suguru's eyes wandering to your cleavage. Your uniform was utterly soaked, hugging tightly to your body, and you held back a frown. Honestly, half the reason why Satoru loved to torment you this way was for the view heâd get. Stupid little you wouldnât even realize your pink lacy bra would be on full display when your thin blouse turned transparent from the water. For a moment, heâd forget to even reply to your correction, prying eyes hidden behind his sunglasses as they traced from your breasts down to the way your skirt hugged your ass, admiring the way that the water dripped from between your legs could be mistaken so lewdly without proper context.
âOh, right. My bad, Y/N.â Heâd play off, patting your head and picking up the packet of fish food from the edge of the fountain, placing it idly onto a stone.
You felt your heart burn, your hands tightening into fists. Satoru really loved seeing you hold back your insults, a smile spreading across his lips every time you had to pause and take a deep breath to regain your composure after his anticsâand there was a reason why you never snapped at them, a reason why you always bit your tongue.
Satoru and Suguru werenât just your average high school fuck boys. Everyone knew Satoru as the closest thing man could get to being god, attributed to his precociously stupid six eyes and infinite void. Even with his status as a student, he still surpassed the strength of his instructors, borderline toying with them during practice spars, directly toying with his seniors during missions, and mercilessly fucking with you at any moment he could get. His power, his status, the admiration, all this built his sky-high ego that fueled a stupid smirk that could never be wiped off his face. Everyone respected him. He was a newborn pillar of the Jujutsu world, after all. And how could little you stand up against that?
Meanwhile, Suguru stood as Satoru's right-hand man. Suguru was Satoru's 'angel' on his right shoulder, the one who would talk Satoru into a foreign concept of mercy. Despite that, the man still found a certain level of amusement at your disarray. Suguru held an excessive amount of reputation alongside his white-haired friend. With his stupid amount of cursed energy, paired with his cursed spirit manipulation, his ever-growing strength paralleled any of the faculty at Jujutsu Tech. Satoru and Suguru are the strongest. Thus, how could you bite back at their antics when even the teachers kissed the ground they walked upon, too fearful to scold them without fearing for the end of their careers.
It was the way that you bit your tongue against them that was the funniest part. Reactions, that's what they fed off of. Your reaction when you were shoved into the fountain, a yelp slipping past your lips before you'd be absolutely drenched, flailing to pull your skimpy skirt over your ass. The same skirt they bribed the teachers into giving you a size too small because 'the school ran out'. Your reaction when Satoru would accidentally slam his shoulder against yours, causing you to swear it was no big deal before you'd pout as you picked up your things. Satoru and Suguru found themselves entranced in the way you'd react to things: to stress, to annoyance, to teasing. They wanted to see more and more of your sweet little expressions.
Satoru and Suguru weren't just your average high school fuck boys, but you were beginning to lose your mind, you were beginning to not care of whatever reputation and power they had.
It didn't start off tame, but it still managed to rapidly skid downhill. Satoru and Suguru's antics kept progressing further and further, pushing your boundaries and dignity to the limit. At first, there was a minor jump from physical annoyances, such as 'accidental' shoulder bump, developing into more verbal degradations. Suguru would slip one of his cursed spirits into the door of the classroom, fumbling with the key pins until you were trapped inside.
"Oh, is poor little Y/N stuck?" Satoru would smile, his six eyes watching through the door as you would desperately toy with the knob, eyebrows furrowed. "Please, just open the door, Satoru! I have a club meeting today." You frowned, lips pouty as you looked to the door pleadingly, unknowing that Satoru was feeding off your helpless and frustrated expressions.
"Why don't you ask nicely?" A smirk spread across Satoru's lips, he could practically taste the humiliation rising inside you.
"What?" Your voice was trailed off, faint. You knew it was needless questioning for clarification as if you hadn't heard Satoru as clear as day.
"Beg us to open the door. Come on now, I know the weak usually have experience begging for their lives, use that skill in a different aspect. You're a smart girl, no?" Suguru chimed in. You felt the back of your neck burn with embarrassment. There was no way they were being serious, right? You glance to the clock. 16:52, your meeting was set to start in 8 minutes.
"Guys, please. Not today, I really need to get goi-"
"That doesn't sound like begging. Now does it, Suguru?" Satoru cut you off, his voice dismissive. Suguru smiled. "No, you're right there, Satoru." You fell silent. The minute hand ticked. 16:53.
"...please open the door." You said flatly, resting your forehead against the door with your hand weakly hanging off the knob. You were growing tired. Tired of their antics.
"You can do better than that." Satoru snorted. The door slightly sank towards you, likely as a result of Satoru leaning his back against it. You bit the inside of your cheek, gripping your hands into fists. You had the power to break down the door. To shove past them. To curse them out. It was becoming too much to hold back. You swear under your breath, sliding your palm down your face to recollect before you let out a deep sigh.
"...please, Satoru. Please, Suguru. I'm begging you to open the door." You tried to lace as much emotion into your speech, but it still held an undertone of absolute irritation that anyone wouldn't be able to miss. Still, the door clicked, sliding open. "See, that wasn't that hard, was it?" Satoru leaned over you, towering as he smirked, his hands dug deep into his pockets. You frown at him, pushing past him and Suguru as your shoes tap against the wooden floors to get to your meeting.
"Cute, wasn't that?"
"You're right on that."
You didn't think it could get worse. Although, the devil truly knew how to make things work. The devil being Satoru and Suguru.
Quickly, the two's antics would turn purely humiliating. They'd have you beg to be let out of locked closets, classrooms, bathrooms, and storage rooms, until it was having you kneel in front of them and apologizing for bumping into Satoru even if it was obviously your right of way. You'd keep your palms resting on your knees, eyebrows furrowed as you looked up to Satoru with your doe eyes, speaking a soft apology with shame rising heat to your cheeks. Your fingers would fiddle together, nails digging into your skin to try and push past the embarrassment. There was a brace of silence in the classroom after you mumbled your apology. Satoru stood tall in front of you, while Suguru leaned against the teacher's podium with his arms folded in front of his chest.
"You know, I don't think sorry is enough anymore." Your chin picks up to look at Suguru with widened eyes. "What..?"
"I think you're right," Satoru added, kneeling down to you as he took your chin between his fingers, redirecting your gaze to him. "You've been causing so much trouble for us, no? I believe you need a better way to make it up to us this time." Satoru's voice was silky, his head tilting as he spoke, eyes trailing down to your neck, collarbones, before resting his gaze on your breasts. You felt confused, and for some reason, your heart began to sink down into your stomach. "How do I make it up to you?" You were hesitant, slow, your voice hiding back its quiver. Satoru smiled.
You choked out a sob, stifled by the fat cock nudging into the depths of your throat. Satoru's hand held your hair back tightly, your scalp burning as he carefully thrust into your face and used your hair as leverage. You blinked through a build of tears, hands weakly pushing against his thighs to try and tell him to let up, to not fuck his cock so deep into your face. With a particularly forceful thrust, the tip of Satoru's dick punches into the back of your throat, your esophagus contracting as you gagged. Satoru held you firmly in place, and tears began to fill into the corners of your eyes.
"Fuck, just like that, pretty girl." Satoru's breath was ragged, his eyebrows knit together as he looked down to you, pulling back before fucking another harsh thrust into the back of your throat. "Breathe through your nose, now. I can't have you passing out on me." Satoru guided you gently, yet the way he gripped your head and held you to bottom out contrasted greatly with his kind tone. It was a lot easier said than done, especially with how large his cock was, stretching your throat and causing a deep ache in your jaw. Satoru groaned when you swallowed, his head falling back as he closed his eyes. He began to pick up his pace, thrusting his hips while simultaneously pulling and pushing your head up and down him. He never failed to hit the back of your throat with each thrust, smiling when your two hands on his thighs would slowly grip him tighter, a silent way to beg for him to slow down. He never did.
Precum leaked from his tip, swathing against your tongue, salty with a lace of sweetness. He felt himself losing his mind. Satoru cursed under his breath. Why hadn't they done this earlier? How could they have let such a perfect little thing like you slip past their gaze all these years? He watched as you turned your gaze up to him, locking eyes. Your mouth was stuffed full of him, tears welled up in your eyes before they ran down your pretty face. This, this was it. This is what he and Suguru really needed. Throughout their years, he and Suguru had had their way with many dumb, pretty doormats just like you. But as Satoru starts fucking your mouth, heavy breaths falling past his lips as his balls began to slap against your chin, he could tell that your holes were going to be the best they'll ever fuck. You shut your eyes tightly, looking up to him pleadingly with him to give you a break, to let you breathe even just for a little bit. He could tell you've never done anything like this before, or at the very least, never with a cock as large as his. Your innocence was only driving him even more mad, having him relish in the way that he and Suguru would be the first ones to break you in. To use you. To fuck all your holes. Satoru's eyes traced down to your throat, watching the outline of his cock bulge in your neck and a build-up of your saliva drip down from your chin onto your clothed tits.
"Fuck... Eyes on me." His eyebrows knit together, voice airy. With one hand still gripping roughly in your hair, his other reaches down to your throat. His palm wraps around the entirety of your neck easily. You're so small compared to him. Like a dumb little lamb that's wandered too far into the woods, too far into a lion's den. He gives your neck a light squeeze when he bottoms out, hearing you gag and your throat tightening around his cock in response. Once he notices your hands practically scratching down his thighs, he builds up the restraint to give you a break, pulling his cock out of your mouth with a grunt. You gasp, coughs and choked heaves of air borrowing through as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. Maybe that was enough, you thought. Maybe now, they'd leave you alone, your dignity bruised and purity shattered.
Much to your dismay, Suguru unbuckled his pants, walking towards you slowly. You look at him with wide eyes.
"W-Wait, I don'tâ"
"Don't what?" Suguru cut you off, lightly tapping the tip of his cock against your cheek with one hand, his other hand pushing his hair out of his pretty face. Your lips quiver, and you turn your face away from him.
"I don't want to do this anymore..." You looked down to the floor, your hands fiddling together nervously while you knelt before him. Suguru clicked his tongue, his fingers running through your hair gently, tucking loose strands behind your ear.
"You really think we care?" You look up to him slowly. His eyes were half-lidded as they stared down into you, cold. He felt like another person. Many times Suguru would be the one to hold Satoru back, Suguru would be the one who kept you just a little bit safer. Between the two, you'd pick him. Suguru seemed kinder. Yet, you realized your mistake soon enough. Your heart sinks into your stomach. Suguru's grip tightened upon your scalp, he looked irritated.
"When are you going to drop the act?" He pushed your head back, craning your neck to look directly up to him, holding you firmly in place, like a dog being punished to stay still and look to his owner from the ground.
"What..?" You felt a sense of dread sink about you. Suddenly, Suguru lets go of your scalp, grabbing onto your neck and manhandling you into Satoru's lap. Satoru is sitting upon the teacher's desk, with your back against his chest, flush upon his lap. You choke, struggling, hands trying to push and pull at the wrist that kept air keenly out your throat. Suguru signals to Satoru, and Satoru's hand replaces Suguru's on your neck, holding you scarily still. You felt trapped. Small. Vulnerable. Sugur's large hands hooked beneath your thighs, pushing your knees flush against your shoulders before Suguru knelt in front of you. Your skirt pooled around your midriff, and Suguru traced his fingers idly from your clit down to your hole through the fabric of your panties.
"I'll make a deal with you," Suguru's eyes flickered to your face, his gaze sharp as he tilted his head. The view was stomach-churning. Seeing one of the pillars of the Jujutsu World, knelt between your thighs as he played with your cunt through your underwear, just didn't look right. Suguru hooks his middle finger into the side of your underwear. "If I check your pussy and it's not wet, Satoru and I will leave you alone. Does that sound okay?"
"That's notâ"
Satoru cuts you off. "I think that sounds like a great deal." Satoru laughs. Suguru hums, pushing your underwear to the side and leaning towards your cunt with a curious look. You writhe, struggling against Satoru's hold on your neck. His large hand gives a warning squeeze.
"Wet pussy never lies, does it?" Suguru chimes, you choke out a panicked moan when his finger probes against your hole, his middle and pointer finger spreading your labia with a V. His other hand slips into his pocket, pulling out his phone and snapping a picture.
"Stopâ"
Suguru flips his phone screen towards you and Satoru, your pussy on full view. "What do you think, Satoru?"
"I think," Satoru speaks, "Y/N's body is a lot more honest than her mouth, hmm?" His breath hitches against your ear, you could practically feel him smiling against you.
"Pleaseâah!" You jolt when you felt cold air blown right against your hole. You squirm, clentching around nothing as your hips struggle and your breath writhes. Satoru groans a little in response, as your needless struggling has amounted to nothing but grinding against his clothed erection. Suguru laughs, leaning back in to gently suck onto your clit. You wretch out a moan, biting harshly into your cheek. Satoru begins to knead your breasts with two large hands, completely enveloping your chest with his palms, his mouth kissing and sucking deep marks of purple and blue into the side of your neck while he works his way to toy with your nipples.
Suguru begins to slowly lap at your clit, sucking onto your clit before his tongue swirls about it harshly. You shutter out a moan, your hands grabbing onto Satoru's wrist to hold on for dear life, your legs trembling and trying to close. Satoru clicks his tongue.
"We can't have you hiding from us, pretty girl. How can Suguru make you feel good then?" Suguru rests your legs onto his shoulders, his hands going to grip your hips, holding you firmly in place as he continues to suck and lick at your clit, his tongue working wonders and flicking against the bud skillfully. Your breath catches as a lump in your throat, head falling back into Satoru's chest. It's too much. It's too way too much. Tears well up in the corners of your eyes, and you try to push your legs against Suguru's shoulder to no avail.
"T-Too muchâ" Your voice is weak, shaky from the overstimulation. Satoru gently shushes into your ear. "You can be a big girl for us, can't you?" He hums, his hands grab your wrists and bunches them behind your back. You curl up, body stiffening, opening your eyes to see Suguru looking up at you, staring at you intently and you nearly become lost in his dark eyes.
Soon, you're dragged right back down to Earth when Suguru presses his middle finger against your hole, twisting it until it pushes past your walls, and the heel of his wrist bottoms out against the underside of your clit. You yelp, sharply sucking in a breath of air as Suguru redirects his gaze back to your cunt, humming as he laps up your clit, sloppily pressing the flat of his tongue and dragging upwards before moving his tongue side to side across your bud. Your wrists twist against Satoru's grip when Suguru works another finger inside your hole, stretching you out as he scissors deep inside of you, the pads of his fingers pressing against your g-spot.
Squelches mixed with your struggled moans fill the silence of the classroom, Suguru's tongue pulling away from your clit. With his fingers still inside of you, he stands up, grabbing your chin between his fingers as he leans in to kiss you. You squirm under his touch, closing your eyes tightly, trying to block out what's being forced onto your body. His kiss is full of passion, although it's completely devoid of the kindness and affection that couples usually display. It feels as though he's eating you alive, mouth hungrily enveloping with yours, his tongue pushing past your lips and tasting you completely, muffling all of your panicked sobs and moans. Suddenly, Suguru's fingers begin to pound into your cunt, the heel of his hand slapping against your puffy clit as he slams his fingers in and out of you repeatedly. You feel a knot begin to form in your womb, legs shaking and hips trying to wiggle away from the stimulation. Suguru doesn't slow down. His tongue lapping up into your mouth, teeth biting your lower lip so hard it bleeds as he quickens the pace on his fingers while they curl upwards once fully inside you. A tang of iron spills onto your tongue, and Suguru feels himself being driven halfway insane, drunk off the taste of your pussy, the taste of your mouth, your moans, and your struggled whines.
"I-It hurts." You cry, pussy burning from the stretch as his fingers remain relentless to your cunt. You feel like you're being split in two, and Suguru experimentally scissors inside of you, causing you to shiver and your hips to grind in Satoru's lap.
"I bet," Suguru says. "You're really tight. Relax, and let me in, pretty girl." Your thighs tremble, and Suguru continues to work his way at your cunt, letting go of your chin to rub circles into your clit. Your head falls back as your mouth drops into an O against Satoru's chest. The build-up of pleasure stacks tenfold over itself, completely coiling until it snaps. You cum hard. With a nasty squelch, your pussy clenches around Suguru's fingers tightly, writhing out broken moans as Suguru keeps his fingers deep inside you to curl and probe upwards against your g-spot while he leans back down to suck and tongue at your clit. You sob, his pace persistent and mean, bullying you past your orgasm into painful overwhelms of overstimulation. You feel as though your body is being thrown into overdrive, and your thighs are trembling upon Suguru's shoulders, wrists struggling to get out of Satoru's grip as he holds your arms firmly behind your back.
"Enough, S-Suguru, pleaâah! Too much..â!" You sob, Suguru's fingers continuing to curl and fuck into you, his tongue swishing around your puffy clit. You feel something deep in your pussy snap. You squirt onto his fingers with a scream, tears welling into your eyes as he slams his fingers into you until you're fucked dumbâthighs trembling, chest heaving, and back laid limp against Satoru's chest before he finally pulls his sloppy fingers out of you, his face completely drenched in your arousal.
"That was fuckin' hot." Satoru breathes out, letting go of your wrists and kissing your neck. Suguru licks his lips, relishing in your taste as he lightly slaps your clit, laughing when your eyes widen and your body jolts in response.
"Alright now, upsie daisy." Satoru grabs underneath your arms and pulls you off his lap. You stumble, legs much too weak to stand on your own so soon after your orgasm. Suguru catches you on his chest, peppering light kisses onto the top of your head, whispering sweet nothings on how good you did as he holds you up by your waist. Satoru comes up behind you, pushing your skirt over your ass and pulling off your panties until they pool loosely about your ankles. You sob, your hands moving back to push Satoru away by his hip when one of Satoru's large hands wraps about the entirety of your two wrists, pinning them behind you and arching your back until your ass is flush against his dick and the back of your head is against his shoulder. Satoru's free hand wraps around your neck, holding you in place as you squirm.
"Atta girl, don't be such a cry baby." Satoru kisses your shoulder, pulling his hips back slightly, fucking his cock between your thighs, grinding it against your puffy clit and pussy. You clench around nothing, knees gluing together and hips trying to push back against him desperately. You struggle, wrists squirming to free themselves out of Satoru's mean grip. You scream when one of Satoru's thrusts between your thighs causes the head of his dick to catch into your hole before sliding up to your clit. Suguru smiles at the sight, leaning against a desk in front of you and Satoru as he strokes his cock slowly. Satoru lets go of your neck, still holding you up by the wrists held behind your back, as he takes the base of his dick to press his tip against your hole.
"You're a virgin, aren't you?" He muses, voice airy as he slides the head of his dick up and down from your hole to your clit. "No wonder you're so wet." He hums, kissing the side of your neck.
"Stopâoh!" Your voice dies in your throat when he sinks his fat cock into you and bottoms out completely in one thrust, your mouth falling open silent as your eyes widen from the pain. You try squirming away, and the moment you do, Satoru's free hand slides down to press his palm firmly against your womb.
"You feel me in there, pretty?" He muses, licking up the helix of your ear. You sob, trembling in response. You look down to make sure you haven't been split in half, seeing the way Satoru's hand nearly covers the entirety of your lower stomach, seeing a bulge in your tummy from his fat cock nestled deep inside you and against your cervix. Satoru can barely concentrate. He hasn't even begun moving, yet you're already squeezing him so good.
"Fuck... Just like that, baby." Satoru's breath is heavy against your ear, and he bites down on your shoulder to ground himself. You're a strangled mess. Writhing in his arms, your entire body trembling as broken pleas fall upon deaf ears the moment you cut yourself off with your own little moans. Satoru and Suguru can't help but glance at each other, smiling. Fuck, how could such a pretty little thing like you slip past them all these years?
Without warning, Satoru pulls back until only the tip remains inside, before he thrusts his hips forward and bottoms out into you, his hips pressed flush against your ass. You choke out a scream, just as Satoru's hand slaps against your mouth to muffle you.
"Oh common, it wasn't that bad, mm?" Satoru's index and middle fingers push past your lips, swirling about your tongue. "Don't be so loud, unless you want the whole school to know?" Your heart sinks to your stomach, and you swallow, shutting your eyes tightly as you weakly shake your head in response.
"Maybe she really is that dirty of a girl, we'll never know until we try." Suguru muses, pulling out a cigarette from his pants pockets along with those fancy butane lighters with a stupidly long, purple-colored flame. He lights it idly between his long fingers, watching you furrow your eyebrows as the first puff of smoke is blown your way.
"We'd have to start off easy though, she's so sensitive she might die on the spot if we just fuck her in front of a crowd," Satoru replied, slowly pulling his cock out to the tip before sinking back in harshly. You can't even understand what they're saying, Satoru's hand completely shutting you up, his fingers fucking your mouth while his dick has you completely filled to the brim. You feel as though your brain is stupidly empty, overfilled with pain, laced with what you refuse to believe is absolute pleasure. It's too much. The feeling of his fingers in your mouth, against your tongue, his cock dragging against your walls. It's too much. Way too much, and yet Satoru has barely even begun moving.
"Should we start it off with a couple cursed spirits as our audience?" Suguru chimes, head leaning back as the nicotine seems to take its hit. "Nah, that's boring. How about...ah, I know!" Satoru sounds much too cheerful, when he suddenly pulls out to the tip and slams back into you once again. You yelp, muffled sobs passing through the fingers in your mouth as you struggle with your hands pinned behind your back. You moan aimlessly, forced up on your tippy toes to keep taking his dick due to how tall Satoru is compared to you.
"S-Satoâru! P-Please stop..." A particularly hard thrust stutters you, drowned out by the sounds of him as he begins to pound into your cunt. Perverted squelches drip arousal down your thighs, wetting Satoru's dick, and allowing him to fuck you faster, to fuck you harder. Your legs feel tingly, your clit a puffy, overstimulated mess when Satoru removes the digits in your mouth and uses your own spit to rub circles onto your clit.
"Mmm, how about Nanami?" Suguru suggests. "Fuck her in front of that blonde?" Your heart sinks.
"Oh! That's a good ide- hmm?" Satoru laughs darkly, continuing you fuck into you, his grip on your wrists as relentless as the cock fucking up against your cervix. "God, you fucking clenched around me when Suguru said that. What a dirty slut." Satoru's voice is dark, amused, and even without looking at him, you can bet his usually perfectly kept hair is messy and his face is flushed. He sounds pussydrunk, and his pace begins to stagger.
"No way Mr. Limitless is done already?" Suguru snorts, Satoru scoffs in response. "When you get your turn, let's see how long you last." Satoru rolls his eyes. Satoru becomes annoyed at Suguru's tease, wanting to prove his best friend wrong. And so, he bends you over the teacher's desk, your tits squished against the cold wooden surface as he grabs your hips with both hands, fucking into you like there's no tomorrow. You yelp, eyes rolling to the back of your head, back arching as you held onto the edges of the desk to soften the recoil Satoru's thrusts were causing to your body. He was so big. Both his dick and his stature. As Satoru leaned over you, pressing his chest against your back as he furthered his markings of hickeys and bites upon your shoulder and neck, you felt as though you were cornered, sandwiched with no way to escape. Satoru fucked into you nonstop, and you swear if he kept up his thrusts he would eventually push right into your cervix and fuck his precum into your womb.
You tightened your hands into fists, sobbing in response to a particularly brutal thrust that fucked you so hard you swear you felt it in your stomach. You haven't been pleading for a while now, your moans cutting off your speech completely, Satoru's dick fucking you too dumb to even know what was going on. Where were you again? What time was it? All of your questions would be fucked out of your mind from the drag of Satoru's cock against your walls alone, a vein catching against your velvety walls before he'd slam back into you with no regard to your pain, to your overstimulation, to your sensitivity. He fucked you mercilessly, like a little human fleshlight, as though Satoru wanted to mold your insides to perfectly fit his cock, to ruin you for any other man besides him and Suguru.
"Shit, you still with me?" Satoru asked, his voice low, breathing heavy. He moved your head to rest your cheek against the desk, and he laughed when he saw your fucked out face, eyes rolling back as he kept fucking into you even as he spoke, even as he was trying his best to hold off filling you up with his cum just to avoid Suguru's teasing if he came so soon. Satoru looked at your fucked out face. And although he felt himself fall in love with the view, he needed something new, something more. Sure, your cock drunk state was a view that engraved itself happily into his mind, but he wanted to completely use every part of you. To take all of your firsts as his own. Satoru's pace suddenly flaters, until it comes to a stop. Your chest is heaving, and you sniffle a little. Tears running from your eyes and down to the teacher's desk you were bent over and pinned down into. Satoru gestures to Suguru. Suguru digs into his pocket lazily, before throwing a small bottle to Satoru.
"It'll be a little cold, but don't worry, yeah?" Satoru mused. Even though he was giving you a warning, it was clear his tone held no sense of concern for you. Your eyes widened and hips jolted when you felt something cold and sticky fall onto your asshole. You were about to turn around, when one of Satoru's hands slammed your head back down to hold you flat against the desk.
"N-No! N-No way, stop!" You struggle violently, and Satoru grips your hair roughly, shutting you up through his aggression.
"Oh cool it. Someone would've fucked this pretty ass soon enough, be glad your first is me." Satoru laughs. He ignores your panic, taking his middle finger and swirling it around the rim of your asshole before he pushes it in gently. You scream, biting your bottom lip until you swore you could taste tangy iron. You shut your eyes tightly. This isn't happening. This isn't happening.
"Please...p-please I'm begging you... Stopâah!" Satoru pays no mind to your pleas, thrusting his middle finger into your asshole slowly, curling the tip and wiggling inside you whenever he bottoms out. His fat cock is still stuffed in your cunt, cockwarming him as he preps your other hole.
"I'm being so kind, no? I'm not even moving and I'm prepping you too! Gosh, be a little grateful, Y/N." Satoru hums, his finger prodding and probing deep inside of you. You've never felt anything like this before, and it feels weird. You try to squirm, to buck your hips away, but you hear Satoru sigh in response, suddenly pulling his cock out to the tip and slamming his hips back into you.
"If you keep being ungrateful, I'll stop caring about you completely." He warns. You sob quietly in response, and the grip in your hair remains firm, pressing your cheek hard against the desk. Smoke from Suguru's cigarette permeates throughout the room, before he drops it onto the ground, stomping upon it and sweeping it up into a small trash can by the door. All you're left with is strangled whines, mewls, and tears that fall down your face, until Satoru works his ring finger into your ass as well. You sob at the stretch, clenching around him to try and push away at the foreign intrusion, yet all that seems to achieve is sucking his fingers deeper. Satoru deems you to be stretched out enough, beginning to pull his fingers out of your ass, before pushing them back in. You buck your hips. You don't know if you're trying to pull away or to the stimulation that's being forced onto your body.
You soon know it to be the prior.
Satoru pulls his hips back, slamming back into you as you yelp and sob in response. He begins to fuck into you while simultaneously fingering your ass at the same speed. Soon, Satoru picks it up. Although he's fucking your ass at a medium pace, the cock pressing against your cervix again and again returns to its previous pounding. You're back to sobbing, moaning aimlessly as you struggle pathetically from the overdrive. You swear you're seeing stars when Satoru adds a third finger into your ass, scissoring the three and curling his fingertips inside you, while the head of his cock presses firmly against your g-spot and cervix, dragging back and forth until your vision feels as though it's fading away. You don't know how long it goes for, but soon, Satoru's three fingers are simply buried into your ass as he focuses all of his energy on fucking your sloppy cunt. His hand releases your head, running down the side of your body to catch your clit between his middle and index finger. You jolt, choking out a wonton cry as he begins to swirl your clit aggressively.
"Cum for me, f-fucking cum." Your body seizes up, stiffening as your eyes roll back and Satoru's cock punches against your cervix. Everything builds up. His cock brutally fucking into you, his fingers pinching and circling your clit, and the three fingers in your ass that begin to pick up their movements as they curl deep inside you. You cum hard, sobbing as your pussy and asshole clench around him, spasming and your legs trembling. If it weren't for the desk you were bent over, you would've fallen completely into the floor, collapsed like an empty fuck doll. Yet you weren't done, not until they were. Satoru fucks you through your orgasm.
"C-Cumming, f-fuck! S-Satoru, too muchâAH!" Satoru continues to finger your ass, dick pummeling into you and his pace becoming unsteady when he slams back into you for one last time, tip pressed hard against your cervix before you feel hot spruts of cum filling you completely. Satoru thrusts into you slowly to ride out his high, heavy breaths and degrations falling past his lips.
"F-Fuck, such a fucking whore, huh? Shit..." Satoru leaned over you, chest pressed against your back as he regained his breath before pulling out. You felt a spurt of cum slide down your inner thighs, dripping down from your pussy, and you clenched around nothing. Head empty, fucked dumb, fucked senseless. You didn't even register when large hands pulled you off the desk. You barely even reacted when you were manhandled down to straddle Suguru on the floor.
"Please...enough..." Your voice was weak, your entire body sore and trembling lightly. Suguru shushes you gently, holding the back of your head and cradling you so affectionately. "Shh, we'll take care of you. Wanna feel good, hmm?" Suguru whispered, licking up your neck. You sob in response, knowing that no matter how much you tried to fight them, they wouldn't let you go until they had their fun. Suguru grabs your hips firmly, holding your ass up as he pushes his cock into your cunt. You choke out a moan, grabbing onto his shoulders as your head fell against his chest. You simply cried as he began to fuck you. You thought Satoru surely had molded you into the shape of his cock enough to numb the painful stretch, but you never expected Suguru to be so much thicker. You gripped onto his shoulders tightly, his shirt bunching up beneath your fingers as your desperate cries mixed in with confused little moans as you could only take his fat cock that punched your cervix so hard you felt as though your insides would be scrambled and bruised the next day.
"F-Fuck, n-no moreâ" You whimpered. Suguru paid you no mind, holding you painfully, his fingers digging into the plush of your hips as he pounded into you with deep grunts. Suddenly, you felt another presence from behind you. Satoru knelt behind you, his cockhead sliding up and down your asshole. You panicked, trying to push your hips away, but Suguru's grip remained bruising. Satoru laughed at your pathetic attempt of squirming away, slapping your ass hard, a sting ghosting where his hand had hit.
"O-Ouchâ! Ah!" You yelped in response, and Satoru's hands replaced Suguru's grip on your hips. You were about to open your mouth to protest once more, but Suguru's hands cupped your face and pulled you into a deep, rough kiss. Your moans muffled into his mouth, a confused gasp cut off as his tongue slipped past your sultry lips, your eyes rolling into the backs of your head when Satoru slowly sunk his cock deep into your ass, while Suguru's pace was still unrelenting as he continued to fuck into you like a ragdoll, bruising your cervix and stretching you completely.
Soon, you were an absolute mess. Satoru and Suguru's paces were completely out of sync. Satoru fucked you rough, hard, and fast, his hips slapping against yours as your ass would recoil in response. He held you so firmly, holding no regard for your smaller body as he held you still with too much strength than needed, just to remind you of your place. Satoru moaned each time you'd clench around him, aka each time the tip of Suguru's cock would punch against your cervix once more. Suguru's pace was similarly rough, although he and Satoru would fuck you just out of sync, making sure that whenever Satoru had pulled out to the tip, Suguru's cock would be nestled deep inside of youâand whenever Suguru would pull out your cunt, Satoru would be slamming right back into you. You were nothing but a pretty little fleshlight for the two by now. The two men letting out a series of grunts and low moans as you use your body to their own pleasure, breaths heavy against your ears, deep marks of purple, blue, and bites scattered across your neck, shoulders, upper back, waist, inner thighs. You were completely defiled by them. And fuck, how did they love that. Like a twisted sense of being the first to have something all to themselves, to ruin it for anyone else who wanted to try having a taste.
Your thoughts were completely gone by now, filled with nothing but a cycle: a numb buzz of pleasure that would wind in your womb, a climax to your orgasm, getting fucked right through it, rinse and repeat. How many times has it been? How many times have you cum? You feel as though they have been pounding you for hours, and you shut your eyes tightly, thighs trembling when the coil in your stomach begins to build up once more as Suguru's cock fucked into your cervix, as Satoru's dick pounded into your ass.
"C-Cumming, 'm gonna c-cum..." Your voice was strained, slurred, intoxicated. Satoru laughed from behind you, and Suguru began to circle at your overstimulated clit once more.
"Put on a show."
"Cum then."
You came hard, your grip on Suguru's shoulders tight as you moaned loudly. Suguru stuttered. "F-Fuck, gonna fill you up...make you mine." He rasped, slamming into you one final time before he came deep, hot cum filling you up completely, his dick slowing down his pace to properly jut its final ropes of cum deep into your cunt. Satoru's pace faltered as well, before he gave one harsh thrust that had you recoil forward, pressing your cheek harder against Suguru's chest with a yelp as Satoru bottomed out and filled your ass with his hot cum.
The classroom was quiet. Quiet as opposed to the three mix of heavy breaths, your three bodies tangled together, two cocks stuffing you impossibly full. Satoru was the first to pull out, sitting back on his heels as he pushed his hair back. Suguru grabbed the underside of your armpits firmly, lifting you up and off his dick, a mix of his and Satoru's cum dripping out and onto his abs. Suguru stands up, pulling you up to lay you gently on a table as he leans down to your sloppy cunt. You're completely dazed, and you can only muster a pathetic jolt and whine as Suguru begins to lick your cunt slowly. Your eyes zone out and only occasional whimpers slip past your lips. He laps your pussy up clean, holding your hips firmly as he swirls his tongue around your clit slowly, as though to apologize for being so rough with you. Suguru pulls away momentarily, a string of saliva connecting him to your cunt. His hand slides up the underside of your thighs, pushing your knees into your chest with one hand as he leans down to your ass. His tongue rims you gingerly, and you moan quietly, sobbing so weakly from the final drive of overstimulation.
Once both your holes are clean, Suguru and Satoru gather up your uniform, stealing your panties but being kind enough to fix your uniform. Satoru pulls you up, holding you bridal style as you close your eyes, drifting off to sleep. Suguru stands in front of Satoru, his face still flushed and breath still heaving.
So glad your requests are open!! Can I get possessive sex with Gojo x fem reader?? I feel like mans is hella possessive over whatâs his.
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Gojo hates the way men look at you. They have no shame in staring at your breasts or ass. Gojo wants you all to himself and you try to reassure him that you are.
Gojo cannot help the way he's so possessive over you. You are are all his and he has every intention to prove that tonight.
The way Gojo has your legs spread out and around his hips, teasing your wet pussy. His thumb pressing down on your clit and rubbing gentle circles there.
His long, hard cock pressing up against your folds as you grind against it, moaning and whimpering.
The room feels like it's on fire with all the tension and your naked bodies sinking into the mattress.
"Aw, what's wrong baby? Can't handle it?" Gojo teases you, a grin tugging on his face. His lazy blue eyes watch you squirm and writhe.
"Stop being such a tease, Toru," you whine out, squirming in his tight grasp. The way you whine and say that nickname makes his cock even harder.
"Ok, fine. This pretty pussy is all mine, right?" Gojo asks, removing his thumb from your clit and slapping his whole hand over your wet, dripping pussy.
You gasp loudly as he rubs his palm against your cunt. Tears fill up to the brim of your eyelids and you nod your head.
"All yours," you reassure him, biting down on your lip bottom. Gojo chuckles quietly and grab onto his hard cock, lining it up with your entrance.
He slowly pushes the mushroom head through your folds and into your tight hole. Once you feel him inside of you, your jaw gapes open and a moan leaves your mouth.
"You're mine," he growls into your ear, hips snapping roughly into yours, his cock sinking all the way inside of you. You let out a cry of pleasure feeling his cock hit your sweet spot.
"Gojo," you moan out, blunt nails digging into his shoulder blades. His hands grip onto your waist, squeezing the fat flesh and he leans down towards you.
"All mine, right?" Gojo whispers, his lips hovering just above yours. He pulls his cock out of your pussy, leaving the tip inside before slamming back into it.
"Y-yes!" you cry out, struggling to the form. Gojo groans feeling your walls clench around his cock and his white hair hanging down in front of his eyes.
His hips meet yours with such roughness, pounding you into the mattress and making you moan each time his cock slides in and out of your gushing cunt.
A ring of precum forms along the base of Gojo's cock and your hands roam over his toned chest and abs.
"Fuck, you feel so good, baby. All mine, pretty baby," Gojo groans out, breathing heavily. A knot forms in between his eyebrows as he tries to control himself from cumming already.
The sound of his skin slapping against yours fill the room and Gojo leans his head down, biting down on your neck. His teeth sink into your sensitive skin and your back arches.
Your chest presses into his and you whimper as he sucks and nibbles on your flesh. Your arousal is dripping out from your hole and your eyes roll into the back of your head.
"Feels so good," you mumble out, panting heavily.
Gojo runs his tongue over the mark he left and meets your eyes, a tear sliding down your cheek. Gojo cups your cheek and uses his thumb to wipe away the tear.
You weren't sure how much longer you were going to last as your stomach twists into knots feeling Gojo stroking deep inside of you.
Gojo's moans are so pretty paired with his strong, hard thrusts that make your body rattle. He can only think of how good it feels to have your pussy suck in his cock, consumed by it.
"Mine. My pussy, my girl, my woman. Yeah, that's right. Gonna cum in this pretty pussy that is all mine. Mine, mine, mine," he chants like a choir, becoming a heavy panting mess.
You can feel his cock throbbing inside of you. Gojo's grip on your waist is hard, there's no way he's letting you escape.
You're his.
He throws his head back, letting out a whimper as his cock dips in and out of you. Hot slicks of cum fill up your pretty pussy and Gojo's breath shudders.
His thrusts are sloppier, a gleam of sweat covering his forehead. Your moans are growing louder turning into whimpers and whimpers turning into loud gasps.
"Oh my god, Gojo. S-shit, I'm going to cum," you gasp out, his cock continuing to press against your sweet spot. There's a pleasure burn in your thighs as you cry out.
Gojo gasps at the sudden release from your hole, his cock covered in your cum. He comforts you, a hand on your cheek as you come down from your high.
"Oh, there it is," Gojo coos out, slipping his soft cock out from your leaking hole. He leans his head down, his tongue running over your cum soaked folds.
A shiver runs down your spine as Gojo grabs onto your thighs, fingers kneading into the fat of your flesh.
"This pussy is all mine," Gojo presses a soft kiss to your clit.
Two Birds One Stone [Yandere Gojo Satoru x Reader]
Title: Two Birds One Stone [Yandere Gojo x Reader[
Synopsis: Gojo Satoru follows you home. âAlone in the Darkâ follow-up.
Word count: 3000ish
notes: yandere, noncon sex, humiliation, misogyny against reader
No one in your family, no one on the spacious estate--from the rotating guests down to the most menial of servants--believes that you are truly ill. Yes, your family let you return home without too many questions, let you bundle yourself in your room and come out only for meals that you leave as soon as itâs polite to do so. They offer to fetch the physician, and only smile indulgently when you insist that itâs a passing bug, youâll be fine soon.Â
They do all these things, while they know that youâre not really unwell.Â
At least they grant you the mercy of not saying it out loud, at least for now, which is something you can appreciate. There is very little that you appreciate nowadays.Â
There is a soft knock at the door. One of the maids, then. They were trained to knock politely.
âYes?â
The door gently opens to reveal one of the newer hires. A modest girl with the ability to act demure and professional just as well as any of the seasoned women who were multi-generational hires, whose mothers-and-grandmothers-and-great-grandmothers had worked for your family.
âMiss, my lord and lady have sent me to inform you that you have a caller.â
You clear your throat.
âAh, unfortunately, Iâm not feeling very--â
It was her turn to clear her throat, interrupting you. It almost made you flinch. It was an unusual gesture, not one your parents would have allowed. It should have been trained out by now.
âMy lord and lady have sent me with explicit instructions that you are to come to the parlor immediately, even if you are unwell.â
You bite back a sigh. It must have been someone from one of the other families, then. Maybe throwing out another potential marriage match for you--your mother had fretted, especially recently, that you should have already been married by now.Â
The thought of sitting in that damned parlor and pretending like you werenât constantly about to throw up from stress and shock made you want to tear your hair out. You should tell the maid to go away, and bury yourself under your blankets, and scream and scream because Gojo Satoru made you do something awful and the world was unfair and you thought he was your friend and--
No.
People like you didnât have that luxury. So you force down your bile and half-heartedly make yourself presentable in the mirror, and follow the maid who escorts you down the hallway, out of the intimate private family rooms and into the grand hall that leads down to the parlor.Â
She stops you before you reach the threshold of the open door, and you almost trip on your dainty house shoes. The maid looks back at you with an expression that is something in between demure and overwhelmed. The skin of her cheeks flushes pink. She leans in, as if you were friends, and whispers,
âMiss, itâs--it is Gojo Satoru who has called on you.â
The world seems to drop out entirely. Yet you only feel as if you are falling as you stand there, hand braced against the door frame, head spinning. All the while, the maid grins, unawares, no doubt impressed that her employerâs daughter has associations with someone so well-known.Â
Sound pushes and pulls around you, distorting in your shock, but itâs there, clear as day: his voice. And your parentsâ voices, all elegant and honeyed.Â
From your vantage point against the door frame, you can hear the trickling edges of their conversation.
âThey were smart enough to ask me for some tips, and, well, how could I say no?â
Your motherâs voice oohs-and-ahhs. âNo wonder we have seen improvement with them lately. All thanks to your generous tutelage, no doubt!â
You can practically hear the grin in Gojoâs voice.
âWell, it certainly helps that I like their company so much. Very much, in fact.âÂ
You can vividly imagine the look that your parents have probably just given one another even before you cross the threshold of the door and announce yourself, curtsying slightly to your parents, as youâve been brought up to do.Â
Gojo stands when you enter. Oh, the fucker. All etiquette and primness. Your stomach churns. If he wasnât buttering them up, if he was anywhere else, if he wasnât doing this to mock you, he wouldnât be standing with his hands behind his back and a polite smile on his face. Heâd be picking at his ear or lounging on the fine upholstery like it was some ratty college couch.Â
Your mother is fluttering towards you in an instant, smoothing down the wrinkled bits of your clothing, fingers darting over your face, looking for blemishes, scratches, anything that needs to be hidden or fixed.Â
When sheâs satisfied, she lightly clasps your hand and leads you over to where Gojo and your father are standing. Your father greets you with a warm nod--unusual for him, but there is company, after all--and Gojo. Well.Â
Gojo smiles. Softly. You think, if he had his way, heâd be grinning like a cat that caught the canary. But that would be too much, in front of your parents. Too uncouth. So instead, he smiles lightly and sweetly and it makes you want to bend over and expel breakfast on your motherâs expensive rug.Â
âIâm happy to see youâre up and about,â he says. And then he reaches out and touches your shoulder. You stiffen.
You look to your parents--surely this is improper, surely they will say something--but your mother only presses her hand delicately to her lips and smiles.
Your head turns, slowly, back to Gojo. His smile widens.
âDonât worry. Iâve told them about our private courtship. We donât have to hide it anymore.â
The world should fall out from underneath you, but it stays stubbornly flat.Â
Your lips open and you will say something to make him leave, youâll tell your parents what he did or feign illness or--
His hands move to rest on your hips, and--you jolt. Fingers dig into the skin of your hips through your clothing. A painful pinch that tells you: hush.
âI think itâs appropriate for them to have a bit of privacy, donât you?â Your mother asks coyly, looking at your father. He nods solemnly and takes your motherâs arm. You have never, in your life, wanted your parents to stay with you more than you do now.
But they walk away. As your mother shuts the door, she gives you something most rare: a look of approval. How can she not notice the widened worry in your eyes? The anxiety in your expression? The mere presence of Gojo Satoru shuts out everything but his golden glow, the promise of his connection with your family.Â
The sound of the door shutting is like nails on a chalkboard.
You take the opportunity to jerk yourself away from him--to your surprise, he lets you.Â
âWhat the hell are you doing here?â You hiss.Â
Gojo puts his hands in his pockets and shrugs easily.
âYou werenât around, so I came to you.â
You hate the way he looks too casual. As if youâd ghosted him after a bad study session and not--notâŠ.
âOf course I wasnât around,â you say, almost spitting. âYouâŠâ But you donât say it. Shame washes over you, hot and sticky.Â
The silence between you is just as warm, and you want to wash it off.
âLetâs go to your room for more privacy,â he offers.Â
âNo.â Flat refusal is the only thing you can think to do now. Just say no, no, no, until he gives up and leaves.Â
Instead of leaving, he sighs, languid, and stretches his arms above his head. âAh, your parents will be so disappointed that I left so early, after all that I talked you up.â
You hate him so much.
âCâmon,â he wheedles, when you donât respond. âI just want to see where you grew up. Is that so bad?â
Show him your bedroom, make him leave. You cross your arms in front of your chest. âItâs nothing special. Just a room,â you mumble.
âDonât say that!â Gojo reaches for you and ignores your flinch when he wraps his arm around your shoulder. âItâs your room, of course itâs special.â
Your stomach responds to his praise with a low roil, a remnant of how you might have responded to his compliments before all of this.Â
--
âThere,â you say, voice tight and short, as you gesture towards your bedroom. You pointedly leave the door open but Gojo doesnât protest.Â
Itâs not the most impressive bedroom on the estate--that would be your parentsâ room, followed by the siblings who managed successful sorcerer careers and have already had a few children.Â
But itâs cozy, and it's yours, and for you thatâs enough. You just wish Gojo wouldnât contaminate it with his presence. He looks at everything, smiling, humming. He goes to read a journal open on your dresser and you rush to slam it shut. He jumps back with an exaggerated grin and apologizes.Â
He doesnât look and leave, like you hoped he would. Instead, he sits down on your bed and pats the space next to him.
âYou said you just wanted to look.â
He pats the spot again. âI just want to ask about your training. Really quick.â The look you give him must be enough to kill, because he puts his hands in the air. âI promise, only a few questions about your training.â
Your legs tingle as you force them to move, one step at a time, to the bed. You sit next to him and the proximity makes you want to flee. But if you just do what he says and get this over with, heâll leave. You can deal with your parentsâ expectations about some courtship later.
He smiles when you sit.Â
âSo, any progress? Better? Worse?â He looks down at you through his glasses. âBe honest.âÂ
âI⊠I guess I have been getting better at concentrating,â you murmur. Youâve been forced to, really, since you didnât want your parents to know about what happened.Â
âAw, see? I knew it would help!â
It. Is that what he calls what he did to you? Your throat hurts.Â
âThatâs not why you did it.â
Gojo has the audacity to quirk his head at you. Itâs a gesture you know would make many womenâs heart flutters. It just makes you want to close your eyes.
âNo?â
You donât respond, and after a moment, he gets up. Itâs enough to make you sigh in relief. Heâs leaving. Heâll be gone and you can figure out what to tell your parents and it will all be fine because--
But he doesnât walk through the door.
Instead, he shuts it.
âGojo--â
He gives you a look.
âNo one will mind,â he tells you, voice light. âIâll be quiet if you will.â
Your heart thuds, one, two, three.
âWhat do you mean?â
He looks at you as if youâve asked him the stupidest question in the world. Maybe you did. Because heâs walking towards the bed now, forcing you to scoot backwards on it. You realize the vulnerability of your body in this position far too late, because before you know it, heâs crawling onto the bed with you.
âWait--wait,â you sputter. âC-Canât you just leave? Please?â
He leans over you and pins you down with the mere presence of his body.
âYouâre so sweet, you know that?â He kisses your neck, and you crane it to the side, which only makes him kiss it more. âSo cute. Iâve been thinking about you every day since then. Every hour. Every minute.â His kisses grow more numerous, on your shoulder, up your neck, your cheek, finally resting just above your lips.
âGojo, stop.â Heâs so close that your breath ghosts his skin, puffs against his lips.
âIâve been thinking about the faces you made,â he says, voice dropping an octave. The words slink out of him like a snake. âHow sweaty you got. What you looked like with your come all over that pretty face.â
If your cheeks get any hotter, youâll get ill. You know it.
âStop it,â you whisper, but your lips brush against his and he takes the opportunity to capture you in a kiss.Â
The distraction is enough to keep you from thinking about his hands, to keep you from being aware of his fingers unlacing the buttons of your blouse, of how he slides your arms out of the sleeves. Youâre only wearing a thin morning camisole underneath, and the sound of it shredding breaks through the unwanted kiss.Â
âGojo--â You say, or want to say, but all your words are muffled against him.Â
Saliva trails from his mouth--you want to gag--when he pulls away. âSatoru,â is all he says.Â
Heâs taken off your shirt. Heâs ripped your undershirt. Youâre lying underneath him, ample chest bared, and heâs not going to get off you.
His fingers find your nipples and give them an unceremonious tweak.Â
âDonât!âThe word comes out too loud, too shrieky, and both of you still in the silence that follows.
You expect him to get off you now. You expect him to realize the danger of being found out and take the opportunity to leave; ego bruised, perhaps, but still--he would be gone.
Instead, he grins at you. âI thought you wouldnât want anyone to come in and see us? Ah, butâŠâ He rolls your nipples in between his fingers, and you jerk on the bed at the strange, electric feeling that shoots in between your legs. âMaybe you want to get caught?â
You press your lips firmly together--be quiet, you tell yourself, be quiet!--and shake your head.Â
He continues to roll your nipples, and your hips squirm against the feeling. âI think you do,â he muses. âYou know, if someone did waltz in here while Iâm balls deep in you, weâd have to get married.â
You practically choke on the unexpected sliminess of his words. But perhaps not so unexpected, considering what he was doing.Â
âWh--What?â You hiss.
Gojo looks at you like youâre dumb--cute. But dumb. âI mean, your family is traditional, no? I donât think theyâll let me deflower you and not make an honest woman out of you after that.â He spreads his fingers out and gropes the plump flesh of your breasts with his hands; his palms brushing against your hardening nipples makes you bite back a sigh.Â
âI mean--I meant--weâre not doing, I donât want to do--â
He leans forward and rubs his nose against your cheek. âDonât worry, Iâll go easy on you. I like foreplay.â
âForeplay?â You ask, helplessly, naively.Â
âFuck, thatâs cute,â he sighs. He begins to rub at your nipples with his thumbs, and thereâs a warm, prickling sensation in them that makes your toes begin to curl. âYou know how many times I jerked off thinking about these tits?â
âStop,â you say, breathy. It feels good, and you hate it, but it doesnât hurt--it doesnât hurt, at least. Thatâs what you tell yourself to keep your mouth from screaming.
He ignores your words and squishes your breasts together with his hand, making them balloon almost comically.
âTheyâre so big, you know?â He pushes and pulls them apart. âHow do you even stand up with these things?âÂ
Humiliation blooms in your throat.
âDonât be mad,â he says. âIâm not trying to insult them.â He sighs, then, and goes back to rubbing your nipples with his fingers, eliciting a whimper from your lips. âTheyâre gorgeous. Nice and bigâŠâ
Another whimper, this one louder, making you press your palm against your mouth.
âFeels good, doesnât it?â He leans down, peering over his glasses. âFeels good when my fingers play with your tits?â
It does. You shake your head. But it does.
Gojo tsks lightly. You feel one hand leave your breast and reach down, down--sliding underneath the waistband of your skirt. Your body lurches but heâs too heavy and strong and you canât move, even as he swipes his fingers down your underwear. You can feel the way his digits meet some slickness, smearing it around on the other side of the fabric.
âYour mouth can lie, but down here⊠youâre leaking.â
Your heart lurches with the memory of your leaking cursed energy, with the memory of the hard floor--and with the knowledge that itâs happening again.Â
Without fanfare, he grabs the waistband of your skirt and begins to shimmy it down. You kick and struggle, little noises escaping your lips that surely arenât loud enough to be heard outside the walls. But it doesnât matter. Heâs stronger than you.Â
Your underwear goes down next, and you cringe at the feeling of wetness clinging to the soft material as he peels them down your legs. With your clothes gone, itâs easy for him to grip your upper thighs and pull them apart, exposing you directly to him.
âGojo--â Your throat is dry and your words hoarse.
âYour pussy is prettier than I remember,â he says, ignoring your protests, ignoring the way your legs squirm. âLook--did your clit just twitch? Is it saying hello?â He smiles up at you, stupidly, and some part of you wonders if he really thinks youâll laugh at what heâs saying. All you can do is swallow against rising bile.
âI was going to eat you out until you squealed first,â he begins, voice low. âBut I donât think I can wait. Besides, you look wet enough.â He rubs his thumb against your clit and you slap your hand back against your mouth at the sudden jolt of pleasure.Â
You know what heâs doing, even if you donât want to admit it. You know before he reaches down and shoves his pants down around his ankles. You know before his boxers come down next. You know before you see his cock, hard like the last time.
How in the world is that going to fit inside you? You think. You feel, dimly, your privates clench and twitch at nothing.
âYour body is eager,â he tells you, cooing. âEven if you pretend that youâre not.â
âIâm not,â you murmur. He doesnât listen. Your fingers grip the sheets of your body and you think dimly about what youâve heard about sex. All you know is that you werenât supposed to have it with anyone but your husband, lest you produce unwanted bastards to soil your familyâs good name. Your mother had taught you all about the value of your âflower,â the importance of being chaste and virtuous.Â
And here you are, splayed on your bed, with Gojo about to take it all away from you.
You let out a whimper when he leans forward and rubs the tip of his cock in your folds. Itâs thick and warm.Â
âGojo,â you say, voice tight.
âSatoru,â he chides, sweetly. âIâm about to fuck you, honey, you can call me Satoru.âÂ
You press your lips together and tighten your fingers on the sheets as he finally moves his hips forward, pressing his cock inside you, slowly.
It hurts. Enough that tears prick at the edges of your eyes, and you let out a soft, pained keen.
Gojoâs there, kissing you, as soon as it leaves your lips. His fingers brush away your tears even as he pushes forward, filling you up more, stretching you. The ache deepens, thereâs a sting with it--you wonder if youâll bleed, like your sister says she did, on her wedding night.
It doesnât stop once heâs inside you. He pulls his hips back--thereâs a brief relief from the feeling when heâs mostly out--before he pushes back in, and the ache reignites, making you jolt and whimper against his lips.
âShh,â he tells you. One of his hands trails down your stomach, down your thigh, to rest against the top of your sex. His thumb begins to rub out slow circles, and an unwanted aching pleasure begins to build there.Â
It doesnât make the pain go away. It doesnât make the humiliation go away. All it does is introduce a sick sort of pleasure that makes you feel worse about yourself. How could you like this? It should be impossible, for your body to begin to feel a low, rolling pleasure that cuts through the painâcuts through the horrorâof whatâs happening to you.
You whimper, bubbling out a little cry, and Gojo presses sweet kisses to your cheeks.
âThatâs it, thatâs my girl, you like that, donât you?â The sweetness of his words is underscored by the wet sound of his cock thrusting inside you, by a faint slapping sensation against you every time he does.Â
But you do like it. Or your body does, and youâre not sure what the difference is, splayed on your bed, all warmth and sweat and aches. Gojoâs thumb presses deeper and your mouth opensâyou gasp and he swallows your noises in a kiss, not letting up until his thumb is rubbing hard enough that your body arches and thereâs a coil snapping inside you.
You grunt, animal-like, into his mouth. He grunts right back and shame curls over you, even as your body spasms in forced bliss. You can feel yourself clenching around him, as if you wanted him, as if you were trying to make the sex better for him.
He doesnât pull away until youâre done clenching around him, and you shut your eyes for a moment to avoid looking at the almost dopey, pleased expression on his face.
The realizations hit you like slaps in the wake of your orgasm.Â
He made you orgasm. It felt good. You liked it, you hated it. You want more, you never want it again.Â
You just lost your virginity--still losing it, heâs not doneâthe precious commodity that your mother told you to guard well--on your bed. Before marriage. Before you were even in love. Before anything.Â
How could it be any other way, with Gojo Satoru? He takes, takes, takes. Takes what he wants because he can, because he knows it belongs to him, if he wants it. You, included.Â
Thereâs a gentle pat on your cheek and you realize Gojo is patting you, tapping you like he might a dazed sorcerer whose head met the rough end of concrete during a fight.
âDonât get lost on me, now. Look at me⊠hey, you still here?â
âYes,â you whisper, although it comes out more stuttered than youâd like with the shake of your body as he thrusts.
He plants a sloppy kiss on your mouth and moves faster. It hurts, still, but some of the more pressing sting is gone. Instead itâs an uncomfortable, new ache.Â
âYou look so good like this, yâknow?â His hands go from your cheeks to your breasts, and he squeezes them. âAll ready to be filled up.â
His words take a moment to make any sense--and even then, youâre still not quite sure.
âFill me⊠up?â
His thrusts get faster, and you hear your own breath stuttering stupidly as he fucks you. âLike I said--â His words are half-panting, but you get the feeling that they neednât be; he only wants to seem undone, you think. âWant to fuck you. Want to breed you.â His hands squeeze your breasts, kneading at the flesh. âYouâll get real big, wonât you? With a baby in your stomach, just one at first, but--â He starts to speed up now, and you see a faint redness on his cheeks. âFuck, who knows how many weâll have.â
Cold fear clenches your stomach tight, and you resist the primal urge to gag.
âMy-my parents,â you plead. Your parents would never let this happen, would they? Not if you told them the truth?
Gojo leans above you, looking down at you with a lascivious expression as he begins to thrust faster, making your breasts wobble with the motion.
âYour parents already approve. They feel honored, and they should, that I want to marry you. Have kids with you. Merge our bloodlines. Might have to fudge the due date, if this takes, butâŠâÂ
He doesnât finish his sentence. Instead, his head veers down towards yours, and his lips practically crash into your mouth as he kisses you and presses himself deep inside you. He groans into your mouth and a warm, gooey feeling blossoms inside you at the same time. He cameâinside you. You knew enough to know that was a bad thing, as far as potential pregnancies went.Â
When he pulls back from the kiss, he pulls back his hips, and something warm trickles out with his cock. Itâs an awful feeling. The soreness, the wetness. The feeling of being used.
âCouldnât have done it without you,â he says, voice tinged with something warm and breathy. âDid you like that? Making me come?âÂ
You donât answer.
Gojo doesnât seem to mind. He flops down next to you and catches his breath.
âWe should go back out there pretty soon,â he says airily. âTheyâll be expecting us. Your parents, that is.â
Your voice is a croak. âWhat do you mean?â
Gojo leans up on his elbows and gives you a cheeky grin. âOh, I forgot to tell you! I told your parents I was staying for dinner. Figured Iâd work up an appetite in here⊠plus we can tell them all about our engagement over dessert. Two birds, one stone?â
You donât answer. Instead, you stare up at the ceiling, with its ornamented paintings. Pretty flowers and trees that your mother picked out when you were a baby. You had no input in it, just like you have no say in anything now.Â
No birds on the ceiling.Â
There are only the stones in the pit of your stomach, waiting to be retched up.Â
SCREW SOFT DOM GOJO, I WANT AN AGGRESSIVE DOM GOJO WHO WILL TEAR APART MY BODY (in the nicest way possible đ)
Sypnosis - Read above request.
Warning(s) - This is, again, just straight fucking smut.
Note - Anon. You are so real for this.
Read the Soft Dom version here!
! PIECE BEGINS UNDERNEATH THE CUT !
!Aggressive Dom Gojo who seems to be a completely different person the moment that your bedroom door is shut. Calloused hands roam your body, fingers pinching almost meanly at your curves. In that moment, as his lips attack your own in a flurry of hungry kisses that leave you flustered and completely breathless. Â
!Aggressive Dom Gojo who lifts you by your hips and all but throws you onto the sheets like a ragdoll â one shaped purely for his own pleasure. You could tell by the rapid rising and falling of his chest that you would likely not leave that bed for hours, not until Gojo was done with you of course. Â
!Aggressive Dom Gojo who is just downright mean to you. His usually featherlight and affectionate kisses to your neck are replaced by rough suckling and bites that no doubt leave behind marks for you to find in the morning. Your little gasps and pants are caught quickly by Gojoâs lips, delivering yet another hungry kiss that has your head positively spinning.Â
!Aggressive Dom Gojo who continues to leave bruises and bite marks against your skin as his lips trail downward, taking one of your tits into his mouth and swirling his tongue over your already hardened nipple. He sinks his teeth into the plush skin, lifting his head upward and smirking at the shocked moan that you let out, back arching off of the sheets. Â
!Aggressive Dom Gojo who helps you shimmy out of your pants before running a thin finger over your clothed pussy, swirling the tip of his index finger over your clit and smirking to himself at the little jolts of your body â back lifting off of the bed with each little touch. He turns his wrist, thumb pressing against your clit and rubbing quickened circles against it, smirking at the desperate pants and whines that fall from your parted lips. Â
!Aggressive Dom Gojo who only removes your panties when youâre a whining, drooling mess. A thin line of your own saliva is trickling down from the corner of your mouth, soft pants falling from your lips as you peer down at Gojo through lust-blown eyes. He stares back at you, mentally committing the sight to memory and smirking again, pressing his palm flat against your still-clothed pussy â that earns him another desperate little âSatoru!âÂ
!Aggressive Dom Gojo who finallyâŠfinally licks a stripe up your pussy, deciding to tease even further and avoid your clit. Heâll focus on swirling the tip of his tongue over your entrance, smirking as you whine and attempt to buck your hips up to get some kind of friction against the neglected bundle of nerves. He only wraps an arm over your hips, pushing you back down onto the bed and clicking his tongue at you.Â
!Aggressive Dom Gojo who then eats you out with a hunger that â while not unusual â still felt just downright mean. His tongue bullies both your clit and your entrance, alternating between the two just when he feels your legs begin to shake against his head, thighs clamping around his ears as you try to push him away. But you don't win, and you won't ever win...not tonight anyway. Â
!Aggressive Dom Gojo who continues to eat you out even as your fingers try to push him away and as desperate pleas of "too much" and "too sensitive" fall from your parted lips. Instead of listening to your pleas like he would any other night, Gojo only presses his palms against your legs, parting them further to allow himself better access to you, suckling on your clit and smirking at the way that your head falls back against the pillows. Â
!Aggressive Dom Gojo who straight bullies your cunt once he bottoms out in you, hands gripping at your hips and no doubt leaving behind bruises for him to admire in the morning. His hips snap into your own, setting the rough pace and not letting up for even a single second â not that you mind, honestly. Â
!Aggressive Dom Gojo who covers your mouth with his palm, silencing your moans and continuing to thrust into you at an unrelenting pace, his hips slapping against yours. Your back arches impossibly further off of the bed, body spasming as that familiar knot in your stomach begins to coil tighter and tighter. Â
!Aggressive Dom Gojo who fucks you through your orgasm, reaching a hand down to rub your clit in quickened circles. His head bends down to whisper dirty nothings into your ears, referring to you as "his good girl" as your body continues to spasm with the shocks of your orgasm. Internally, he debates on continuing, bordering on overstimulating you but deciding against it as your moans morph into pathetic little whines â perhaps another time. Â
