My name is Tessa but you can call me chem or just tes! But i mostly write for jjk, and im getting more into writing for creepypasta! So do be expecting more creepypasta media on my page :pp im very very inconsistent with my writing (apologies (⸝⸝๑﹏๑⸝⸝)) but i’m working on fixing that! My weeks are already quite busy although it’s summer, i have my own activities that i need to do, however i do try to make it work!
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because i don’t want to be in anyone’s arms but yours.
your ex boyfriend, sukuna is used to you patching him after games—with you no longer in his life, he can feel his skin start to crawl with you so out of reach. that is until his nephew, yuji, decides to give you a call. ⸝⸝ art :: @/679sinner ⸝⸝ cw :: panic attacks
sukuna could feel his heart trying to thump out of his chest while the referee raised his arm to declare his win. he'd won, again and again, time after time, so why'd it feel so worthless now? he could feel the cut on his lip, the taste of blood lingering on his tongue while a sense of dread settled in his stomach.
because this time around, it wouldn't be a familiar pair of arms cupping his face, it wouldn't be you gently trying to dress his wounds, it'd have to be a blur of different medics and nurses taking care of him. and the very thought had his stomach lurching.
the scent of iodine hit him first—something he never paid attention to while he rushed in the medic's ward, he was used to making a beeline towards you, with his head immediately resting in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent until his mind finally clears. sukuna ryomen no longer had that privilege.
he sat on one of the beds, his wounds getting treated and for a second he felt like crawling out of his skin. because it felt wrong, having someone else see him like this after his matches, dressing his wounds, a job that was once dearly yours, watching them move their hands on him, he could feel pits forming in his stomach.
he wanted to bite something—yell, scream, shove the nurse off of him, absolutely anything to have her stop touching his skin.
and it was unfair—it'd been months since he talked to you so why was getting bad now? he ruined this in the first place, avoiding you, trying to recklessly ruin the relationship because he didn't think he deserved you. it was his fucking fault to begin with.
and it only started to flood his brain now, how his entire world revolved around you, how you were basically everywhere—in the seat that you always sat at when he fought, in the ward when he finished a fight, and in the corner of the room, talking to his friends, laughing with a drink in hand like tomorrow was always promised to the two of you.
"fuck."
"sorry, did that sting, sir?" the nurse was sitting up, moving the cotton swab away from his face, her eyes filled with concern, and for a second if sukuna shut his eyes he could've pretended it was you.
he simply grunted in response, holding onto the wall and pulling himself together.
"we're done here, right?" he could barely get the words out, his heart starting to beat a mile a minute while he tried to push through, making a beeline for his car before jamming his keys in and driving back home.
he barely acknowledged yuji on the couch, collapsing in his room the second he walked in, trying to level his breathing desperately while the room started to close in on him.
your presence still lingered—it always did, the way you'd dim the lights, the way the smell of your shampoo would stay on the pillows, now the place smelled too clean. his life was scrubbed clean of you, the sheets were white, your books and figurines were no longer littered around his place and all of it felt so wrong.
his brain was running a mile a minute, trying to reach for any remnants of your presence in the room, barely noticing yuji walk into his room.
"uncle are you okay..?" it sounded like he was walking on ice, and sukuna's breath hitched in his throat, choking on his own words while trying to answer.
"i'm fine, yuji, get out of my room."
it's almost as if he was helpless without you. because, you, oh you always knew what to do—pulling him closer to your chest, wrapping your arms around him while he forgot about the outside world, but now he was by himself.
stuck in a room that was barebones, tangled in sheets where you once lay, choking on his own saliva while the walls of the massive room moved closer, his lungs barely working, his skin itching in the exact spots the nurse had treated, tempting him to itch them until they bled, just anything to get his body to stop trembling like a leaf.
he tried to stop dissociating, holding onto the sheets, trying to execute the things his therapist had taught him, but fuck, it was harder to focus the more his vision blurred and blacked out, he could barely overhear yuji dialing your number.
—
"hey y/n?" yuji sounded panicked, it'd been months since he tried to call you, ever since sukuna.
"yeah, yuji what's wrong?" you asked, because yuji only ever called when sukuna was in trouble.
"it's sukuna again, do you think you could—."
"i'm on my way."
because no matter what happened, some things never changed, and the only person who could drag sukuna's mind back was you, it always had been you. and that would never change.
—
you were there in a flurry, speeding through the roads before barging in, still holding onto the copy of the keys you had to his place.
"where is he."
yuji pointed in the direction of his room, watching you almost sprint there.
"ryo."
you could see him snap out of it, jolting up almost immediately the second he heard you, staring at you with his pupils dialating like a prey animal while you inched closer to him.
"it's been a while, huh?" you tried to make things seem lighthearted, seating yourself at the edge of your bed before he moved you closer to him, moving you onto his lap and crushing you in his arms, wrapping them around your waist until it was almost suffocating but after months, sukuna felt safe.
his eyes were already brimming with tears, with your hands reaching to run your fingers through your hair, with his head rested on the crook of your neck, flipping you over until he was laying on top of you.
his mind was still a fucked up mess, his wounds barely treated his mind just fixated on how he lost you—he could barely believe you were here with him now, holding him like you used you, your expression kind and calm, he had to hold onto you tight enough to make sure you were real. that you were actually here.
he was sniffling against you, clinging to you like a child, the choked sobs leaving his throat while he held onto you.
"i guess some things don't change, ryo."
"don't leave."
"w—what?"
"don't leave again. i'll be good this time, i swear. i'll do everything right, i can't risk losing you again."
and in all the time you'd known sukuna, that was the most genuine he'd ever been. and that scared the living shit out of you. but, there was nothing to lose, right?
did i lose my edge u guys. guys.
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ѕυммαяу： ♡ it's your first sleepover with your boyfriend gσנσ ѕαтσяυ. the nerves you experience keep you on your toes and while you'd expected to sleep with him tonight, what you weren't expecting was just how much he'd been holding back all this time... your boyfriend is a secret perv?!
To say Gojo’s apartment is intimidating would be an understatement. Not just in the sense that it’s large and expensive but also because it’s your first time sleeping over. The first full night… alone… with your boyfriend. You’re nervous, the relationship is on the fresher side, and you’re worried about how tonight will go.
If you had to describe the relationship, you’d say you’re still in that stage of trying to be a better version of yourself for the other. You haven’t even gone past second base together, just another thing you’re nervous about tonight. It’s probably showing, you’re lingering awkwardly at the entrance of his home.
He stops when he realises you have, turning back towards you, “What are you doing?” The overnight bag you’ve brought with you is draped over his left shoulder.
“Sorry,” you smile, “just lost in thought,” slipping your shoes from your feet and walking up to him. You try to take your bag, but he steps back.
“My bag now,” he jokes, walking backwards a bit to make sure you’re following him before spinning and walking off a bit more hastily.
“Hey!” your steps pick up in speed after him, and he breaks into a full run once he hears you on his tail. “Come back here!” Chasing after him now, following him into his room where he’s finally stopped.
As soon as you catch up with him, he drops the bag and raises his hands like you’ve caught him for a crime and he’s surrendering. “I’m innocent.”
His back is facing you still and you can’t help but admire just how large his build is. You approach him carefully. “An innocent man wouldn’t have run.”
“Maybe you’re right.” His head turns to the side and he looks at you, eyes sparkling. “Could you possibly forgive me?”
“I don’t know… you don’t seem awful sorry about stealing from a poor, kind, beautiful, ethereal, sparkling—”
“—Oh! Well, I had no idea I’d slighted someone so important and perfect,” grinning wide at you and slowly turning to face you properly.
You pout like he’s seriously wronged you. “And that’s exactly why I don’t forgive you.”
“What should I do to make it up to you?”
“Hmm…” trying to think of something clever to ask for, a kiss? A little cliché. Dinner? You’re pretty sure you’ll get that either way.
Just as you’re mulling over your options, he’s suddenly in front of you and picking you up. Quickly dropping you onto his bed with him following after you, his arms caging you in against the very comfortable mattress. Gojo’s eyes on yours are intense, like he’s lost himself for a moment. It has a thrill running through you.
Trying your best to not sound as breathless as you feel when asking, “And what were you hoping for this to accomplish?”
No reply, his eyes flicking to your lips is the only warning you get before he kisses you. It’s more desperate than you were expecting or are used to. One of his hands moving to cradle the side of your face as he kisses you to the point you’re a little dazed.
Doing your very best to meet the ferocity of his lips but falling short, it doesn’t matter though because he’s pulling away to speak, “I’m hoping to make it up to you.”
And because of the fog over your brain, it takes you a second to catch onto what he means, “I—”
He kisses you again, thumb pressing into the hinge of your jaw so your mouth opens to him. Taking the opportunity he created to lick against your tongue. Kiss deep and a bit messy, growing more and more filthy with each passing second. Already, you’re unbelievably worked up, pussy hot and throbbing.
Again though, he pulls back. This time he asks through kisses, “Is it working?”
Humming back, “Huh?” Too lost in the moment to function properly, chasing his lips.
Gojo laughs a little, “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“I’ll forgive you… this time,” your eyes are glassy when you look up into his.
He falters for a moment, like he’s thinking about what he should do next. Then he blinks a few times quick and stands up with a last peck to your lips. “Wanna watch a movie?”
You pull yourself up onto your forearms and watch him curiously, his back is to you, hand rubbing the back of his neck. “Sure, what you got in mind?”
“In the mood for something scary?”
“Does it have to be scary,” flopping back onto the mattress. You don’t even mind scary movies but the ones he picks are… odd.
“Of course not,” he hums, “we can watch whatever you want to.”
Lifting your arms lazily and huffing, “Help me up.”
He approaches you and lifts you up off the bed by your hands without complaint, “You know what you wanna watch?”
“Nope,” you smile up at him, “we’ll figure it out though.”
The both of you end up on the couch after that, your legs resting in his lap as you enjoy one of your favourite films. You’ve seen it a bunch of times and you will continue to watch it every opportunity you get. When it’d appeared on streaming and he said he’d never watched it before, you jumped at the chance to show it to him.
Every now and again, you’ll look over to see if he’s enjoying it. Feeling uncertain because, while his eyes are on the TV, he’s fiddling in his spot. Leg jumping or readjusting every few moments. It has you sitting up to crawl over him just so you can get to the remote.
“What are you doing?” he laughs breathlessly.
You pause the movie and kneel back beside him, “You’re not paying attention.”
“I am! I’m invested like crazy.”
“Tell me what happened in the scene we just watched?” You challenge.
“Uh…” he looks away from you and thinks for too long before saying, “Okay, so maybe I’m a little distracted but it’s not my fault.”
Frown falling over your features as you ask, “Whose fault is it then?”
“Don’t pout,” hands reaching for you, grabbing your face on either side, “you’re so cute.” Planting a soft kiss to your lips.
“I’m not pouting.” It’s not convincing, since he’s squished your face and forced your lips into a pout.
His big hands pinch your cheeks together a little more, completely amused look on his face. “You definitely are but it’s very cute.”
“I’m not trying to be cute.”
“You don’t have to.”
Another kiss to your pouty mouth, and then another, and another. Continuing his onslaught of kisses until he’s deepening it. Grasping the back of your head and tipping you back so he can have better access.
You manage to pant at him, “You can’t distract me too.”
“You gotta let me try first,” lips tracing the line of your jaw.
“You never answered my question.”
“I thought the answer was obvious,” he laughs, mouthing at your neck now.
Whinging half-heartedly at him, “Satoru, this is my favourite movie.”
“I know but you’re my favourite, ever.”
Your arms reach up to wrap around his neck, holding onto him as he leans you back into the couch cushions. Still kissing your neck, softly nipping at you every now and again. Getting more daring and sucking hickeys into your skin as your breaths come heavier.
Stifling down a small whimper to accuse, “Sweet talker.”
“Of course,” his words vibrate through you, “always for you.”
“Satoru,” huffing because his mouth is hot on your skin and his teeth are grazing over where he’s just sucked and you’re very quickly getting dizzy.
“Yes, sweetie?” he mumbles back, attention still very much on where he’s mouthing against you.
“We were supposed to be watching a movie.” And if your complaint comes out half-hearted, that’s because it is.
“I knowww,” he whines, resting his chin on your sternum and looking up at you through his pretty lashes, “but you distracted me.”
Threading your fingers through his hair absentmindedly and replying, “I didn’t do anything.”
“You didn’t have to,” he leans into your touch, enjoying how your nails scratch lightly against his scalp. “Can’t stop thinking about you.”
He’s sweet and his words make your heart skip but you take the opportunity to—not so subtly—guilt trip him. “And that’s why you can’t focus on my favourite movie?”
“I’m sorryy,” his words drag out as he buries his face against you. And then he must get distracted again because he mumbles, “hmm, you smell really good.”
Excitement shocking you as he drags his nose further up your body, eventually nosing into your neck. His breath tickles against your skin as he inhales your scent and you’re reacting to it more than you thought you would.
Hands pushing lightly at his shoulders, “Satoru, stop sniffing me.”
“But you smell so good,” audibly breathing heavier against you.
You’re flushing under him, growing hotter the longer he rests his weight on you and tickles against your sensitive neck. Gojo decides then, that it’s the perfect time to just lick against you. Tongue trailing over your already delicate skin.
The suddenness of it jolts through you and results in a moan pulling from deep inside your chest. A little sound you’d been holding down so well until he’d unintentionally toyed with you. It has him stilling above you and you’re worried you’ve done something wrong, maybe he didn’t like that you’re getting turned on from him showing affection.
Starting to spiral when he does it again, pulling another noise from you because he’s chosen to also nip against you. Feeling hot from arousal and shame, bumbling out, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to– I don’t know why—”
“—Woah,” he cuts you off with a small laugh, “Why are you apologising?” Moving back so he can look you in the eyes.
Your hands raise to cover your face, muttering out a reply that’s barely audible.
“You know I couldn’t hear that,” you don’t have to peak a look at him to know he’s smiling, you can hear it.
“I’m embarrassed!” words still coming out muffled behind clasped hands.
“Because you moaned?”
“Shut up—”
“—Woe is me,” he starts, “my pretty girlfriend moaned while I was playing with her.” He wraps his hand around your wrist and pries it away from your face, “It’s so weird that she would do that! I mean, all I was doing was making out with her and then teasing her where she was sensitive. Why would she get turned on from that?”
Brows pinching at him, “So, you were doing it on purpose?”
He’s grinning now, “Did I know how sensitive your neck is?” he pauses, “Sort of. Did I know you were going to be that affected?” Another pause, “A guy can hope.” He kisses your cheek, “I also do just think you smell really good though, you getting horny is a bonus.”
The acknowledgement that he’s aware of your growing arousal only makes this harder for you. He’s always been annoyingly observant, especially when it comes to you. “Do you enjoy embarrassing me?”
“A little.” Opening his mouth to bite onto the fat of your cheek, “But that’s just because I really like your reactions.”
“Stop tormenting me, we’re meant to be watching a movie.”
“Sweetie,” his head drops to your collarbone, “I’m way too hard to sit through a movie.”
“What?” You’re a bit surprised, you know you probably shouldn’t be but he’s being a lot more forward than you’re used to and he’s already stopped a heated session once today in favour of a movie.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about you since you stepped foot in my apartment and now you’re all horny under me and moaning over me getting off on smelling you,” his words keep tumbling from him, “there’s no possible way I’m getting through the rest of this movie with you beside me unless I’m touching you the whole time, I barely made it through what we have watched.”
His confessions make you squirm, tummy flipping at the gravity of it all. “What are you gonna do now then?”
“I’m hoping… that my very sweet girlfriend will let me touch her, lots,” leaning up until his lips are on yours and taking your breath away, “because I’m needy for it.”
Not letting him kiss you again as you pretend to be in deep thought, “Hmmm….”
“You’re on a real mean streak today,” he huffs.
“When was I ever mean to you?”
He looks at you for a moment and then, “Don’t be petty by bringing up the past.”
Scoffing at him, “You’re the one who brought it up first!”
“You’re being mean right now by not answering my heartfelt wishes.”
“You’re so hard to keep up with, Satoru.”
Laughing at his silly antics a bit and when he pouts at you because of it, you kiss him again. Lips slotting over his easily as your fingers tug at his hair. It pulls his focus well enough, humming against you as he kisses you back.
He’s impatient this time though, his kisses messy and needy and all the built-up feelings of being forced to sit through a movie without touching you. And then he readjusts so his erection is resting right over your core and you’re gasping. Finally feeling the evidence of his earlier words. How he’s managed to be this hard and still joke around, you have no idea.
The way he kisses you is dizzying. Before Gojo, you had never experienced a kiss that worked you up so carefully. It’s like he knows exactly how to build you up, what exactly about this you enjoy. It feels good, it feels so fucking good. Is this what kissing is supposed to feel like? You’re growing addicted to it, how it feels to be overwhelmed by his lips.
So lost in it that when he pulls back by sucking on your tongue, you moan pitifully. Gojo bristles over top of you, his eyes lighting up. Pecking your mouth again and trying to coax you into kissing him again but you shake your head, mouth shut.
“Come on, pretty,” he almost begs, “open your mouth for me.”
Not replying verbally, “mhm.” He’s only kissed you and you’re moaning and it’s embarrassing.
“but I wanna hear it again.”
He licks your lips and sucks on your lower one, pulling a breath from you that opens your mouth enough to allow him to shove his tongue in. Lewdly licking against you, kissing deep once more just so he can pull back and suck on your tongue the way he did before.
Giving him exactly what he wanted when you whine, eyes glassy as you look up at him. Gojo shudders at the look on your face, his hips digging down into you. The heavy weight of his erection rutting into you that little bit makes your lashes flutter.
Naturally, he does it again, grinding down into you and watching your reactions carefully. His breaths huffed against your own with how he lingers by your mouth. Kissing you every now and again to greedily swallow down a moan of yours. The pair of you devolving into messes the longer he ruts at you like he’s in heat.
Big hand reaching down to grab at your thigh, pulling at you until your legs have opened enough for him to slot his waist in between them. Hard cock now parting your pussy lips through your clothes as he continues to hump you. His aching shaft catching on your clit and making you squirm under him.
His forehead drops to yours, “You’re so pretty like this,” he’s panting but still talking, like it’s so important you know just what he’s thinking. “All horny and shy,” humming at you, “you’re getting over that though, aren’t you? Is dry humping me making you forget how embarrassed you were?”
“Stop talking,” your lips slam onto his, aiming for his silence.
It’s the first time he’s spoken to you like that and it’s doing things to you. Fresh slick dampening your panties the longer his breathless voice spoke to you. He’s always been a bit of a tease but more in an annoying way. Realistically, you should’ve expected him to tease you during your hotter moments together too.
He retorts through kisses, “I like talking.” Moving back so he can speak clearly, “I like talking to you.”
“Well, I don’t like being tormented.”
“Oh… I don’t know if I agree with that, sweetie.” Grinning at you like he knows something you don’t, “You do know you’ve been meeting every one of my thrusts, right?”
And his words have you gaining awareness of your own movements, giving grinds back up into him. Begging for more friction wordlessly, writhing under him and trying to coax him into doing more, touch you more, anything.
You stop though, hips stilling and flat on the couch. It makes Gojo whinge, “Noo, that’s not what I wanted,” his hand moving to your hip and trying to get you to move, his own grinds coming faster, desperate.
The frantic way he’s moving has your lungs stuttering in your chest, choking on a moan. Legs wrapping around his waist and holding on tight, how he’s rutting against your clit making your stomach flip. And as good as it feels, you feel achingly empty at the same time. Hole spasming around nothing as he gets you closer to that delicious edge.
“Satoru– hff– you gotta stop,” head lolling back onto the cushions, pleasantly foggy.
And just as you’re about to cum, he listens and stops moving. Only resting his lower half on you, smiling patiently down at your face. You’re blearily looking back, displeasure apparently written on your features because he says, “You’re the one who asked me to stop.”
“I know that.”
“Wanna tell me why?”
Mumbling back, “Because I was gonna… finish.”
“I was trying to make you cum,” thrusting forward slightly, as a treat.
“In my pants?” You gape.
“Why not? I think it’s hot.”
“Messy.”
He shrugs, “I bet your panties are already a mess anyways.”
And he says it so casually, like it’s not something new for him to talk like that. But it is, it’s new and exciting and you maybe want him to tease you a little more.
His breath by your ear makes you shiver and pulls your attention back to him. Gojo’s words are low and curious, “You gonna let me see?”
“Are you gonna be nice to me?” Lips curving in a coy smile.
“I’m always nice to you, sweetheart.” But the way his eyes dance with mirth tells you he knows he’s bending the truth, tells you he’s not going to be completely nice to you. The hand he has on your waist dips below your pants, asking, “You gonna show me just how messy you’ve gotten?”
You grab his wrist, “Maybe if you ask nicely.”
“Please…” hovering his mouth right over yours, “pretty please let me look at your pussy. I wanna touch you so bad, sweetie. Please.”
Something evil in you is tempted to deny him but the way he’s pleaded has you wanting him more. Accepting his hot kiss before managing out, “Okay, since you begged so sweetly.”
“Mm, thank god.”
Speaking at the exact same time that he’s moving back to tug your pants off completely. It’s head spinning how quickly he gets them off you. Even more so how he kneels back and spreads your legs with his large hands on your inner thighs. Gaze set firmly on your panties, on the damp spot left behind from your arousal.
He’s just staring and it’s almost worse than his teasing grinds. Frustratedly asking, “Having fun?”
“Yeah. Lots of it,” he grins back.
But he catches onto your impatience and strokes a finger between your folds, biting into his lip so he doesn’t whine at just how slick you’ve made the pathetic scrap of clothing. Already so drenched and he’s only been playing with you a little bit, no judgement from him though, it’s got him hot and stiff.
Using the pad of his finger to circle your clit cruelly, not enough pressure to give you what you want. Or it wouldn’t be, but you were so close not that long ago and the direct focus on your sensitive nerves makes your back arch and lips part.
Gojo coos at you, “Look how sensitive you are,” a tiny bit more pressure just to get a bigger reaction, “look at that.”
“Do something about it,” hips bucking upwards.
He sighs happily, “And what do you want me to do?”
“Anything– Satoru, please, just—” frowning when he withdraws his touch and pushes you down by your hip so you can’t writhe against him.
“—Anything?” He can feel how his heart is leaping behind his ribcage. “You’re gonna let me do anything I want to you?”
“If it means you’ll touch me more.” Lashes sticking together from how your eyes have gotten wetter. “Anything.”
“You won’t regret it, sweetheart.”
And then he grabs either side of your panties—fingers wrapping around the waistband—just to tug them upwards forcefully. The material moulding to your pussy obscenely, and with your wetness and the pale colour, they’re almost rendered completely see-through. There’s nothing left to the imagination, and it’s got your skin warming. Trying not to fidget too much as a result, since you did say he could do anything to you and he’s not done much of anything yet.
Gojo can’t help himself, fingers tickling against you. His touch so much more overwhelming now that everything is pressed tight to your delicate skin. Nearly able to trick yourself into thinking he’s directly touching you, his warmth enticing you. The urge to raise your hips and grind into him taking over, only to be snuffed out. His other hand firmly planted on your hip and holding you down.
“I was right,” he rumbles, “you’re all wet and these panties are ruined.”
“They might’ve been fine if you hadn’t– hnn—”
Cut off by him poking at your entrance, material stopping him from doing anything but the taunting to your needy hole makes you weak.
He encourages you—or he mocks you—your fuzzy brain can’t quite tell right now. “‘If I hadn’t’ what, pretty?” Before you speak though, he’s clear, “Say it properly.”
“If you hadn’t– hff– hadn’t pulled my underwear into my– my pussy, they’d be salvageable.”
And when you squeaked out, ‘my pussy’ Gojo’s breath stuttered almost to a complete halt. He can feel the way precum dribbles from the tip of his cock. He wants to hear you say dirtier things; wants to make you say dirtier things.
Gathering himself enough to retort, “I don’t agree.”
The sound of him shuffling down the couch reaches your ears but you barely register what it is he’s doing. Not until he’s between your spread legs and his warm breath is hitting your soaked cunt. On reflex, you close your legs, but it only traps his head between your thighs.
“Jokes on you, sweetheart, I’m into this.”
He nuzzles himself deeper between your legs until his nose is grazing your panties, and then he pushes into you even further, you can hear how he inhales against you. Soft moan leaving him as he does, and you can feel it vibrate through you. You’d wiggle away so he’s not nose deep in your pussy but he’s gripping the outside of your thighs tight to keep them sturdy either side his head.
“Don’t move,” his voice almost cracks with his desperation. Still shamelessly sniffing you, gaining a perverse joy from it.
Familiar words leaving you, “Stop sniffing me, Satoru.”
“But you smell so good,” he reminds. “Good enough to eat.”
Opening his mouth to let his tongue hang, pressing it to your cunt through the thin cotton. Insistently licking at your clit through the material before trailing down to your entrance and doing his best to penetrate without luck. Somehow nosing closer to you in the process, lapping at you crudely.
Your hand is slapping over your mouth as you gasp, stifling down all your needy sounds. Gojo’s too busy devouring you through your panties to complain, getting dizzy himself with how aroused he is. Hips digging into the cushions below him, grinding against them for that little bit of relief.
Messily mouthing at your core, happily suffocating himself between your thighs. Flicking his tongue against your sensitive nerves, the friction from your underwear making your hips fight against him.
He’s ruining you; you’re panting and curling your toes. Previous denied orgasm leaving you so weak to the pleasure. The hand you don’t have on your mouth slides down to hold onto Gojo’s hair, needing to ground yourself with something. Feverous in how he pursues your high, moaning when you accidentally tug at his hair.
The continuous repetition of his movements has you finally cumming for him, fresh slick gushing from you as your hole spasms around nothing. Feeling the ache of emptiness, especially in this moment. Moans too loud to hide behind the hand clasped over your lower face. The release is sweet and welcome but could be so much better if he filled you, if he took your panties off.
And while you’re distracted and floating in the bliss of your high, Gojo sucks the material clinging lewdly to your cunt into his mouth. Savouring the taste of your cum on his tongue as he licks and sucks at the now sopping wet mess that is your cotton panties. If they weren’t ruined before, they certainly are now. Enjoying himself immensely, delighting in the flavour that is you.
As soon as he speaks, your underwear drops from his mouth and he almost regrets having to say anything. “I’m taking these off now, sweetie.”
Your head feels heavy as you look him in the eye, “Please.”
His heart skips a couple beats, “You’re so cute,” then he tears your panties off. Ripping them at the sides to get them off as quickly as possible. Making eye contact with you as he gives one last deep inhale directly to the material itself.
Whinging, “Stop playing with them,” trying to lean up to snatch them away from him but he moves them out of reach.
“Ah,” he tuts at you, “these are mine now,” tucking them into his back pocket. Sneering at him has the opposite effect, it has him getting close to you just to say, “Careful, sweetie, I can only get so horny.”
There’s one word floating in your head regarding him right now—pervert—your boyfriend is a degenerate pervert, and you had no idea. The hazy look of lust overwhelming his features completely. You find yourself wondering just what else he’s into that he’s keeping from you.
“Satoru,” you call to him, gaining his attention on you wholly, “Have you always been a pervert?”
“Maybe,” he replies cryptically with an easy smile, not even bothering to deny it.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Shrugging at you, “I didn’t really take any notice until after I met you.” His hands slide under your shirt, slowly pulling it upwards.
“I don’t know if I should be flattered or not,” you laugh.
“I think… you should be lifting your arms so I can take your top off.”
Still a little docile from your recent orgasm and easily listening to him, arms raised over your head so he can undress you the rest of the way. At your bare chest on display, he’s shamelessly staring. A split second later, he’s groping. Kneading your tits between his hands as he rolls your nipples between his index fingers and thumbs.
You hiss at his pinching, “Easy.”
“Mmm, sensitive all over, aren’t you?”
Dropping himself so his head is between your breasts, kissing at your sternum, leaving behind love bites as he nestles himself there. Turning his head to the side so he can kiss your boob, apparently warming you up for his next move. His mouth opening wide to envelop your nipple, sucking and nipping at you, tongue flicking the sensitive bud.
His clothed dick rutting against your bare cunt makes you keen into him, huffing a whine as you wrap your legs around his waist. Feeling sickeningly needy as you grind up against his erection.
Gojo’s huffing out his own small sounds, kissing his way up your body until he can take your lips in his. Making out with you hotly for a moment before departing in such a cruel way, licking over your lips as he goes.
Nipping your lower lip as he informs, “I’m gonna open you up on my fingers now.”
“Good,” boldly stating, “I feel empty.”
He could swear he hears the sound of his own heart breaking, “I know, pretty,” he pouts at you, “I’ll fix it.”
Deft fingers glide down your body, not stopping until they slip through your glistening folds. Gojo chokes on a groan and drops his head, your pussy so creamy he’s overwhelmed. Single finger welcomed easily by your greedy hole, sucking him in and clinging to him desperately. He crooks it upwards just to watch you moan and shudder.
The wet clicking sounds of his digit moving inside your snug cunt makes him restless. Suddenly announcing, “I need to watch this.”
Getting himself back into his previous position, his body no longer over top of yours making you feel somehow more exposed. “No, don’t look.”
“Sweetie…” he laughs breathlessly, “I plan on putting my dick in you, don’t get shy over me watching you take my fingers.”
A bit incoherent in your reply, “Perv– you’re probably– hng– probably gonna like it too much.”
“Oh, I’m absolutely gonna get off to it.”
You’ve not persuaded him to not watch how his fingers fill you. Lecherous grin on his face as he slides another finger in alongside the first, stretching you open on them. His digits leave your hole all shiny and slick from arousal, dripping down into his palm.
“Fuck– you’re so fucking wet.” His other hand holds your left thigh, keeping you spread open for him. Not that you could close your legs anyways, not with him in-between them. He continues, “Baby, you’re killing me here. I’m definitely getting off to this by the way, I’m so goddamn hard my dick hurts.”
Half-heartedly chastising, “Shut up– hng– stop being such a– ah!– perv.”
“But I’m your perv,” he pouts like he’s offended when you both know he’s really not.
Gojo’s mouth is watering as he watches his fingers slip in and out of you repeatedly, lulled into a hypnotic sort of trance. Finding himself further between your legs and stuffing his tongue in alongside his scissoring fingers before he knows it. The addition has you squeaking, moaning loud as he laps at you in time with his digits.
The slurping is obscene and driving you both wild, maybe him more so you. You’re writhing and trying to stifle down your moans. Hand back in his hair like earlier and trying to contain his movements but utterly failing. Gojo is ravenous, turned on and losing his mind. Eyes rolling in his head as you whine all embarrassed and shy like.
“Stop, it’s embarrassing– oh my god—” lashes fluttering and your stomach flipping as his nose digs against your clit.
If his mouth was free, he’d reply ‘I know,’ because he does know and it’s just another thing to turn him on so much that he’s dizzy. But his mouth isn’t free and he’s almost completely certain you’re about to cum again. Moving the hand from your thigh to your lower tummy, pressing down to add delicious pressure that makes your squirming heighten.
“Wait– hng– wait, it feels different– I’ve never– hah– Satoru.” You’re trying to warn him that it feels weird, unfamiliar. You’ve never felt such intense and white hot pleasure before and it’s got you worrying.
On the other hand, Gojo doesn’t seem the least bit concerned. Only speeding up his movements, his usually bright eyes a few shades darker and focused on your face as he continues fucking you with both his fingers and tongue. Spurred on by your pitiful whines, crooking his fingers to hit the sweetest deep spot each time.
Just as you’re about to raise your concerns again, you’re cumming, hard. Orgasm ripping through you and making your head feel like you’re floating. Whole body wracked in shudders as your pussy feels fucking insane. Throbbing hot and dripping around Gojo’s fingers and tongue, making an even bigger mess than before.
Gojo pulls his digits from you first and then sloppily tongue kisses your cunt, if you were to ask, he’d claim he was cleaning up but he’s only making a bigger mess. He’s desperately grinding down into the couch, worse than before. He’s got it so bad right now, his cock pulsing hot in his pants, begging to be touched.
Lazily, you raise your head to look down your body and you’re hit with an overwhelming amount of embarrassment. Gojo’s couch a complete mess, and all ruined with your orgasm, slick leaking into the cushions.
“Oh my god… Satoru, I’m so sorry.”
He’s still busy with tonguing your hole, humming back noncommittally, “Hmm?”
“Stop– hff– stop for a second,” pushing his forehead.
“Sweetie, it’s fine,” he assures, but he looks worse than before. Panting heavily and eyes practically swallowed by his pupils.
“But—”
“—No,” diverting his gaze back to your pussy, “you squirted and it was hot, don’t apologise to me for that.” Glancing back up to you, “Let’s make a bigger mess, yeah?”
“I’ve never…”
“You’ve never squirted before?” grin overtaking his features, “that just for me, huh? Just for your perv boyfriend?”
He’s too happy about his pervert title.
You sulk, “Your couch.”
“I’ll just buy a new one and then you can christen that one by squirting on it too.”
“I hate you,” you grumble, not finding his joke as funny as he does.
“No, you don’t,” he says, “in fact, I think you might like me a whole lot,” and then smiling evilly because he thought of something perverse to say, “your pussy sure does.”
Like a diversion, he’s immediately stripping himself of his shirt, torso stretching out as he pulls it off. Giving you a good view of his toned body that you hazily appreciate in your blissed out state. Forgetting to act annoyed at his comment because of it, something he notices and smirks to himself about.
Stepping off the couch for just a moment, long enough to remove his pants and boxers. Coming back to you with his dick free of its prior restraints and achingly hard. Tip flushed a pretty pink colour and dripping obscene amounts of pre, it beads from the head and drips down onto the couch; as well as traveling down his shaft.
“My eyes are up here, sweetheart.”
Shooting back at him, “Like you’re one to talk.”
“Don’t be petty,” his eyes sparkle. You glare at him and he has the gall to bite his lip and moan at it. “Enough foreplay.”
On his knees between your legs, resting one hand on your inner thigh while the other guides his length to your cunt, gliding it through your slit. Tapping the head against your clit three times and making you jolt about it. Then trailing down to your entrance and slowly stretching you open.
Gojo’s sight is trained on where he’s splitting you open, his breathing stuttered and heart going a million miles a second. His tip is so sensitive and you’re drooling silky, soft and wet on him, he’s light-headed about it. Feeding you more of his cock so slowly that you’re whining at him, but he can’t go any faster. Not only does he want to savour it, but he will cum if he moves too fast.
He’s taking so long and all you want is to feel him hit your womb, feeling antsy now that you’re finally getting filled. Looking at him through the tear drops resting on your eyelashes, taken completely off guard by the sight of him.
“Are you okay, Satoru?” Hand reaching for his face only to be grabbed and taken in his.
Deep blush dusting his cheeks and down to his chest, “I’m– hnn– I’m fucking fantastic, why?”
“You’re bleeding.”
“Hmm?” he tilts his head, confused. And then he feels it, his nose dripping blood onto his mouth, he smiles wide at it.
The sight of him grinning while blood mixes with and stains his teeth shouldn’t be as hot as you find it to be, but it is. Pulsing around him at the image, turned on by his borderline feral depravity. His tongue licks over his front teeth, lazily cleaning the blood.
Rolling his head back to look down his nose at you, “Don’t worry about it, baby.”
“But– hah—”
Shutting you up with a quick, sharp thrust forward. “Oh fuck– hff– I’m fine, sweetheart, you just feel so good.”
You can feel the veins of his dick throbbing inside you, pulsing against your walls. It’s devastating, the thick stretch of him already making you feel faint and the added feel of his own need rendering you useless. Already so full on his cock, wiggling against him a bit. It only makes him grab hold of your hips, hissing through his teeth.
Looking at him and asking, “Is it all in?”
His breathless reply, “is it all—” smiling softly at you, “yeah, basically.”
“Liar,” you pout.
“Yeah,” his smile turning a little devious as he sinks deeper still.
He’s focusing so hard as he keeps moving his hips forward, feeling high strung and on edge. You’re so inviting, loving on him so sweetly. Truly believing he’s like… five seconds away from cumming prematurely. Mustering up every ounce of self-control he has to hold himself back. The urge to thrust with reckless abandon whispering to him like a devil on his shoulder.
When he does finally sit as deep as he can possibly get, pelvis flush to you, he sighs out a whimper. Shudders going down his spine because it’s unbelievable, finally getting you like this is unreal to him. He’s been wanting this for too long, you, all messy and slightly delirious while split open on his cock.
You’re reaching for him, clinging to his hands gripping your hips. He grabs one of your hands and unfurls it with his own, interlocking fingers with you, “You’re being so cute, sweetie.”
“Don’t talk,” you moan back. Focusing hard on adjusting to him, trying to remain calm.
He sulks at you, asking, “Why not?” But when you flutter around him again at the sound of his voice, he knows exactly why not.
Choosing to lower himself down, the hand holding onto yours raising it above your head as he goes, not letting go. Lowering until he’s flush to you, firm body pressed to you completely. Tucking his head by your ear and blowing on it just to tease you that bit more. You whine at it and struggle against him, but when you realise you’re not getting anywhere, you stop.
Glaring at him, “You’re heavy.”
“You like it.” Grinding against you, his tip kissing your womb.
His voice right by your ear is killing you. “Kiss me?”
“Using my distraction technique?” he moves his mouth closer to yours, “copycat.”
And even though he knows you’re baiting him into shutting up for a bit, it works. His kiss imploring and deep, happily swept up in the impromptu distraction. Able to feel how it turns you on more, walls clingy and twitchy on his dick. It has him putting more into the kiss, tongue filling your mouth and playing with yours. Nipping at your bottom lip and licking over it before locking lips with you again.
The metallic taste of his blood is on your tongue, but it doesn’t change the fact that every time he kisses you like this you forget every other kiss you’ve ever experienced. Moaning into his mouth at it and then whimpering because his dick jerked inside you. Taking the opportunity, you wrap your legs around his waist. He slips impossibly deeper because of it.
Gojo sputters a little, lips disconnecting from yours. Choosing instead to rest his forehead against yours as he pants. Eyes glassy and lashes fluttering as he struggles to keep still. You’re confused on why he’s doing that though, since you’re very quickly becoming impatient.
“Are you gonna move?”
“Gimmie a sec,” he sighs.
Your lips purse at him, “Satoru.”
“Baby, if I move now, this is gonna be over real quick.”
So, you stay still too, silently hoping he gets over this soon. Fingers digging into his shoulders because the ache of him sitting so deep inside of you and not doing anything about it has you questioning how on earth, he’s managing to torture you like this.
Not even fully convinced he’s not doing it on purpose, from what you’ve learned so far, it’s a possibility. This thought has you taking it upon yourself to torture him back, rutting your hips upwards into him. Grinding against his pelvis and moaning at how his tip knocks the deepest parts of you.
The action makes Gojo groan, hand speeding to grab your hip tight and stop your movements. The hand holding yours squeezes once in warning before he’s using his heavy weight to pin down your lower half. The look in his eyes telling you that you’ve successfully enticed a reaction you wanted from him.
“You want it that bad?”
“You’ve been making me wait too long.”
“I’m the one who’s been waiting,” he counters. Slowly pulling out of your sopping wet cunt, teeth digging into his lower lip at the feel. “Been waiting to get you in my house, keep you to myself.”
Your back arches at the drag of his cock, jerking because it feels so good. Finally getting what you’ve been waiting for, the ache inside you soothing with his movement. You’re anticipating his next move, the quick plunge of his descent back into your begging cunt.
He coos at you, “Look at that.” Grip on your hip moving to slide under your lower back, keeping you arched up. “So eager…”
Not even realising you’d been holding your breath until he’s easing himself back in, your lungs releasing the air alongside a soft moan. The hand he has still holding yours is what keeps you grounded, head starting to drift off to the clouds.
Gojo whines as he hits balls deep again, your walls so accommodating to him, like you were made for him. The first proper glide in and out and he’s melting into a puddle, the floodgates opening as he gives up on self-control. Beginning to repeatedly thrust his hips, shallow quick movements because he doesn’t want to pull away from how close he is to you.
You’re struggling to consistently take in breaths, overwhelmed by the onslaught of pleasure. Positively creaming around him as he pummels deep, knocking against your womb each time he re-enters. Full range of movements restrained by his hands on you, forced to stay still and be subjected to euphoria that makes you want to run.
“Fuck!– this feels insane,” his mouth drops and small whimpers stutter from him. “You– hng– you have no idea how bad I’ve wanted this.” It’s like he’s lost control of his mouth, revealing things to you he’s been holding back. “Basically– hff– been hard since you got here– oh fuck– that turn you on a little? Knowing your poor boyfriend has been aching since he pinned you down and kissed you until you were a little dumb.”
Your head droops back, his dick hitting the perfect spot. “Oh– right there, ‘Toru– hng—”
He ignores you, carrying on with his babbling instead. “That’s a lie, I was already a little hard just from having you in my home.” And even though he’s not replied to your cries of pleasure, he’s focusing his attention on that same spot that had you whining to him.
There’s not a chance for you to get your thoughts together well enough to reply to him. Gojo doesn’t seem bothered by that though, still caught up on confessing to you.
“Remember when you wore that skirt last week?” It’s phrased like a question, but it isn’t one. “I kept getting low just to see what kind of panties you were wearing,” he moans at the memory, “blue looks good on you.”
If you weren’t so wrapped up and consumed by the orgasm building inside you, you’d find some way to chastise him. Though you’re not entirely sure you even mind, the memories of him blushing a little from that day flooding back to you at this revelation. The idea of him trying to peek under your skirt while you were out on a date together amusing to you. He was sneaky because you didn’t have any idea he’d done that. Now you’re wondering just what else he’s been hiding.
Still prattling on, “Everything looks good on you– hff– drives me insane.” His eyes fall to your chest, jiggling with every thrust, “Your tits always look good too.” Lowering his head to rest between them, teeth scraping at your sternum, “Smell so good– fuck– hng– why do you—” Cutting himself off with a moan, your cunt shivering around him causing his hips to stammer.
Gojo can’t take it anymore, raising off you to rest back on his knees properly. Untangling his hand from yours and soothing it down your body, stopping on his way to grope you. Fingers pinching your nipple and grinning deliriously at your response. That hand continues to slide down your side until he can grip your hip tight, other one removing itself from you back to grab the other.
With his newfound hold, he’s dragging your lower half up with him. Back arched even more now, the new positioning hitching your breath. He hums appreciatively while greedily eyeing your stuffed pussy.
“How– hng—” your lungs squeeze with the effort of talking while on the precipice of finishing, “how long you been– hah– holding back, Satoru?”
He smiles innocently at you, head tilting with his question. “How long we been dating for now?”
There doesn’t seem to be an expectation of a reply though, his cock pulling almost all the way out of you before he’s bucking back inside. Rendering you completely dumb in the process; head lolling back and mewls tumbling freely. The way you’re spread obscenely open, and split even further open on him, it’s intense and good and intense.
The pace he’s set is world shattering; you’re on the fast track for being cock drunk. Eyes rolling as you’re forced to listen to the wet, sloppy sounds of him bullying your cervix. Cunt desperately clinging to him, leaking sweet and slick on him.
As you get closer and closer, Gojo realises and starts begging you. “Please squirt again, baby.” Rearranging himself so one hand can press into your lower stomach, “Please– oh god– please soak me in it,” his voice cracks, “please, for me? Ruin my couch some more.”
“I can’t– hng–” shaking your head at him, “I don’t– ah!– Satoru!”
“You can, I know you can,” tone whingy and broken, “you can because you’re such a good girl for me,” smiling lazily to himself because he knows that got to you, can feel it.
The hand he has on your tummy slides downwards a bit more, basically pressing into your pelvis. It has you tightening around him, the pressure making you shake as bliss fills your veins. His thumb heightens it, moving down to put pressure directly on your clit. Not circling or stimulating in any other way than to make you that bit more sensitive.
Gojo’s gaze flits from your stuffed pussy to your face, his heart wavering in his chest. “You’re so pretty, sweetie.”
His innocent compliment while fucking you so depraved has you unravelling, pulsing hot and sugary sweet on him. Cumming so hard you’re barely able to hear anything but the blood pumping in your own ears.
Almost missing how Gojo whimpers pathetically, stumbling out, “There you go!– hng– that’s my girl– fuck—”
He can’t take how you’re sucking him in so divinely, cunt squeezing him like a vice as you squirt for the second time. Truly making a mess of him, yourself, the couch. It’s exactly what he wanted, and it has him immediately cumming too. Painting your walls the creamy white of his spend.
“You did such a good job,” he fusses.
Grinding himself into you to ride out both your highs, keeping you tight to his pelvis so he’s balls deep. You’re all sensitive and jittery under him, jolting through your aftershocks. Dazed and lost in the bliss to the point you’re not able to vocalise anything. Stuck dreamily looking up at him and appreciating the way he’s made you feel. Insides all warm and pleasant as you hug around him.
He sings you soft praise, “So perfect for me, baby.” Tugging one of your hands to his mouth and kissing it, “All pretty and sweet on me when you cum.”
You can’t reply with words, well you could but it’s not worth the effort right now. Simply humming back at him as an acknowledgment of his words.
Eventually, Gojo does move, slowly pulling out of you. His sights carefully trained on how his cum slips from your hole onto the cushions below. He’s lowering you back down onto the couch just so he can use his thumbs to part your folds and hold you obscenely open. Primal and possessive feelings flooding him as he keeps watching you leak his seed.
“Stop staring at me,” you mutter, still managing to be shy.
“Fine.” He replies too easily.
And you should’ve known that his easy caving was going to come with a caveat. That being, his fingers collecting the cum that’s leaked from you and pushing it back into your hole. He’s moaning as he feels how your pussy is bloated full of his cum, all creamy and soft.
It’s got him all dizzy, getting down between your legs without a second thought. His tongue licking up his spend, similar to how his digits were moving. Filling your cunt with his tongue over and over, using his mouth to clean you up.
You mewl and push at his head, bordering on overstimulation. He relents at your touch, climbing up your body and landing his lips on yours in an open-mouthed kiss. Sharing the cum he’d just licked up with you, you’re swallowing it down as he keeps his mouth heavily pressed to yours. The bitter taste outweighed by the natural sweetness that accompanies him.
Shuddering over it all, wrapping your arms around his neck and sucking on his tongue. Enjoying the intimacy of a kiss after sex, desiring him as close to you as possible. Wanting to fall into him even further, happy to comply to whatever he wants. Too drunk on all the orgasms he’s given you to be anything but obedient.
Gojo parts from you with a sigh, “I’m hard again.”
You can hardly believe it. “What?”
“You’re just so adorable and you’re all sweet after cumming and I really wanna fuck you while my cum is still inside you.”
He’s such a pervert and the more he talks the more obvious it becomes, “Okay.”
“Fuck– you’re so perfect,” he has to hold himself back from telling you he loves you. It’s really not the time or place to say it for the first time but he wants to tell you so bad.
Everything’s spinning and this time it’s not from your orgasm. Gojo’s grabbed you and flipped you onto your stomach. Pulling your ass cheeks apart so he can guide himself to your weeping hole. Easily sheathing himself back inside your tight heat. He chokes on whimpers as he bottoms out, leaning himself down and using his hands either side your head to keep himself sturdy.
Grinding into you deep and slow, the prone bone position leaving you dumb and shaky. His strokes are unhurried and profound and followed through with force that makes you feel like you might end up squirting for him… again.
“Your pussy is so weak for me, sweetheart—” He can’t finish his sentence, moan pulling from him. Determined to continue though, spitting out, “Already– hng– already feel you getting close.”
Gojo can’t believe how silky soft your walls are, his cum only adding to how insane you feel. The way you wrap around him so snugly and quiver enticingly has got him hypnotised. The sloshing of his own spend fucking back into your womb makes him grin, happy with himself.
“Every time we– hff– we made out and you grinded your warm pussy down onto me without realising had me nearly cumming in my pants.” Apparently, he’s back to sharing more lewd confessions.
Pulling a hand away from the couch so he can tickle it down your spine, pleased with how you throb around him at it. Your reactions intoxicating to him, every little thing you do keeps him on his toes and makes him hard.
“You’ve been– hah– so painfully oblivious to how badly I’ve needed you,” he muses. “I’ve been thinking about you like this the whole time and you had no idea. Sometimes you’d smile at me and I’d get hard.”
“Then you– hng– you should’ve made a move,” words coming out muffled, “been waiting for you to.”
He laughs, “I was trying to be a gentleman.” Hips slamming a little harsher as emphasis.
Apparently, he wasn’t trying that hard considering he just admitted to trying to peek under your skirt on your last date. “Uh huh.”
You’re coming undone quicker than you thought you would, sensitive and worked up. All his talking making you even more needy. The sound of his voice cracking every now and again with a moan doing things to you.
“If you wanna cum, do it.” You can practically hear the grin he’s wearing. “Don’t hold back on me, sweetie.”
“You’re so insufferable,” you whine. “But it feels so good,” lips pursing and vision blurring with your tears.
“I know it does,” he soothes, hand stroking up and down your back, “feels good for me too.”
Repeatedly hitting the gooey spot that has you seeing stars, slack jawed and mewling as he has you cumming for a third time. Not even having to check to know that he’s somehow managed to have you squirting for a third time. A fact that will have you almost crying from embarrassment later but feels so damn good right now that all you can do is float blissfully on your high.
“This is like a dream come true,” he mumbles, words blending together because he’s about to lose it. “Such a little squirter for me, it’s really hot of you.”
Fucking into you a few more times, grinding down to punctuate each thrust before he’s dumping another load inside your cunt. Gojo hadn’t realised he started to tear up until he’s glancing down and his vision is all blurry. Overwhelmed by how good it feels to fuck you that he’s started crying over it. He feels pathetic and annoyed because he’s trying to look at how his cum is drooling around his dick from your overstuffed cunt and can’t because he’s crying like an idiot.
He lowers himself all the way down until he’s resting his front to your back, slightly holding himself up with his forearm so as to not crush you but desperately craving proximity to you. He’s as close as he’ll ever get, literally balls deep inside you and still he wants to be closer.
Pressing gentle kisses to your cheek, overcome with his affection for you. “You didn’t pass out on me did you, sweetheart?”
You’re slow to reply, “Mm, you’re heavy.”
He scoffs, “I’m not that heavy.”
“Yes, you are,” he’s all well-built muscle and you’re all soft and gooey after having so many orgasms.
“I don’t wanna pull out yet though.” His voice coming out pitchy as he whinges. Heart breaking in his chest at the idea of pulling out so soon, you’re still so warm and twitchy. It’s far too inviting to give up so soon.
“I need a shower.”
Able to feel how his chest vibrates with a hum, “Good idea.” Gojo’s thoughts are immediately thinking about how he’ll get to see his semen drip from your pussy down your inner thighs. Now wanting to get you upright sooner rather than later. “I’ll join you.”
“You’re gonna have to,” glancing back at him, “I don’t think I can stand on my own.”
“I’ll take such good care of you,” he promises.
You gasp at how his dick twitches inside you, “Are you seriously getting hard again?”
“Ignore it.” He nuzzles into the side of your neck, chuckling.
He’s insufferable and a pervert and he’s your boyfriend who you’re falling in love with.
α.η. thank you for reading !!! i'm sorry it took me so long to finish but i am, unfortunately, easily distracted :3 i hope you all liked this ! i had a hard time making him perverted enough .. or at least more perverted than i usually write him ☠️ i held back a little because i don't know how freaky we were feeling ......
anyways, thank you again ! i hope you all have fabulous days / nights <3
꒰꒰. all works are the intellectual property of aliienangel .. do not plagiarise/translate/reupload/feed to ai ♡. 。
lowkey realized i post around 9pm PST like it’s apart of me now
if i dont post SOMETHING around that time im forever gone/j
anyways i probably will be kinda busy tomorrow im watching the new spiderman movie (😳) so hopefully i’ll get the next part of obsessive ex toby around that time
you broke up with him for a reason. But he knows your heart like the back of his hand and you know his.
tw: toxic, clingy toby, suggestive, smut if you squint, obsessive toby
you are here → pt.2 ❤︎ pt.1
ok so part one didnt do as good as the stalker smau but i will push through like a hero ✊✊ it’s called PERSERVERENCE. 🥺🥺 reader being equally as toxic and obsessive as toby will show in future parts so do not fret
anyways yk the drill asked to be tagged in future parts 🤤🤤
do we think that habits weird canine stuff would give him a knot 👀 writing rn and trying to figure out if that’s feasible so i thought id ask the expert
the expert?????? oh my what a honour.
anyways i DONT GIVE A FFFFFFFUUUUUUCCCKKKK about things working coherently or not.
despite being in ev’s body i will give him a knot. matter of fact, he can lay eggs inside me since his true form has spider characteristics.
i am TIREDDDDDD of pretending to be disgusted by the thought of habit laying eggs inside me.
if tim wins the poll then i’ll make it up to u guys for making a toby smau series sorry guys i need to get this out of my system I NEED TO MAKE SOMEHING 🥺🥺🥺🥺
It's not giving me an option for anonymous so I'm a little scared. 😥
Anyways I'm not even gonna lie the way u right BEN melts my brain into mush 👀
dw it takes a brave soul to not press anonymous✊
But honestly I LOVE writing for BEN because since hes basically technically?? the internet so i feel like he’d be more caught up with how people talk now so it’s easier to write for him lmao
i definitely feel like he texts like a modern teenager thats a bit immature but reader always puts him in his place yk
thank you so so much for this tho!! I love seeing people like the way i write characters :…)
Another movie night, another story. You’re sitting on the couch and he’s sitting on the opposite side. His leg is dangling from the couch while his other leg is bent at the knee. HE IS MANSPREADING. Jeff and Vinny are talking about the movie. Your socked foot rest on Evan’s inner thigh. Evan is lowkey already hard. You press your foot in the muscles of his inner thigh, pawing at it. He’s letting you. Then your foot move up and it rest on his big ass bulge. His hips jerk a bit at the feeling. He’s covering his lap with a blanket. His hand moves to rest on your foot. You’re both looking at each other. Your socked feet rub against his bulge and his hand guides your foot up and down. He’s breathing heavily. Dizzy as hell. You glance at your friends before pushing the collar of your shirt down, showing Evan your tits. His hips jerk every few seconds, rubbing himself against you while staring at your tits.
