pls don’t read this if you don’t like porn links know that the characters are up to age meaning they are either adults or teen ages 18-19 and in order for links to work you have to be signed in or twitter if a video no longer works it must have been taken down
This will be my last lads post because I’m officially done with the lads community after what happened with Valko I hope he comes back into then my posts might be short or take longer than usual
pls don’t read this if you don’t like porn links know that the characters are up to age meaning they are either adults or teen ages 18-19 and in order for links to work you have to be signed in or twitter if a video no longer works it must have been taken down
This will be my last lads post because I’m officially done with the lads community after what happened with Valko I hope he comes back into then my posts might be short or take longer than usual
This man is so fucking irritating in the best way possible.
He loves taunting you when you’re crying under him as his veiny, warm, bulging cock slides inside your little wet, creamy pussy. When you tell him to have some sort of mercy on your already well-fucked cunt, he just mimics your plead and challenge you to do something about it. Knowing you can’t.
“Ohhh!”
He copied your moan again in your ear, grinning smugly. He knows exactly what he’s doing when he’s fucking you like this—his cock is just so huge. You want him to stop teasing you. He’s been doing this for several hours and it’s making you sad. You don’t like this game anymore. “Stop d-doing that!” You sniffled and swallowed. He hums teasing. “Mmmh..” he pretends to think about it and deadpans his voice. “No.”
“Wha?” You look at him with puppy eyes at his answer. He has you in a locked full Nelson, his undeniable strength is keeping you in place. He repeats after you in your whiny tone and exaggerates it. “Wha?” You see his grin grow. Before you can respond he purposely speeds up inside you. You squeal and moan. “H-heyyy!” Now he’s ignoring you and fucks your pussy like a sex toy. “Do something about it. Crybaby.” He says. You click your teeth in irritation and sadness.
You can’t do anything about it.
“Sh-shut the fuck up!” He’s hitting all your nerves.
“No.” He simply denies.
His hips go faster into you and you’re on the edge of sobbing. “Stop it!” You cry, voice raw. “Mh-mhh..” he says teasingly. He knows you hate it when he’s teasing you during sex. Because then it just turns into him just being a meanie to you and your pussy. “Stop ittt!” He mocks you again. He bounces you on his cock and you sob harder, he has to and will make sure you feel it until your wailing. “Just a little crybaby, hm?” You want to just cry. It’s so embarrassing and humiliating. It’s true though, you do cry a lot when you’re overstimulated. So now he’s just pointing it out. You try to defend yourself but then he’ll just go faster and further prove his point when more sobs come from you.
“I hate YOUUUUUHHH!!”
“Oh please, cry me a river. Crybaby.”
And he makes you take it—you scream and squeal until all you can do is cry pathetic sobs as he fucks your pussy into a sickening orgasm. And then he makes you take more because your cries are so cute.
✮⋆˙. (▀▀̮▀) The strongest teaches you how to squirt . . .
You wanted to learn how to squirt.
Like, you really wanted to learn.
Being all over Twitter didn't help you either, as there's always somebody asking, oh, “ how do you squirt?” Or, “guys, I just learned how to squirt for the first time and I've never felt so much better.” And you just can't help but get FOMO.
Okay yeah sure, every time Gojo fucks you really good, it feels amazing, but something's missing.
He's already done everything in the book with you, with a few concepts here and there untouched, but you always end up satisfied, so you never dwelled on it.
You just really, really wanted to try feeling something new.
You already tried to do it yourself countless times, but your fingers could never reach the spots that he does, especially since his are significantly longer than yours.
So when he's currently fucking you and training your pussy to be more sensitive, it seems you finally get the hang of it.
“Mngh— fuck toru that…feels s’good..”
Gojo's long fingers curl deep inside your soaked pussy, his thumb pressing and pushing hard against your swollen clit with constant pressure.
He watched your face intently, bright blue eyes focusing on your pretty face as your walls flutter around his digits.
"Thaaat's it, baby," he murmurs, voice low and rough against your ear.
"You said you wanted to learn, yeah?"
His pace kept quickening as both fingers pumped into you steady, scissoring slightly on each thrust to stretch you open while his palm slaps wetly against your mound.
Your hips buck up off the bed, chasing the overwhelming sensation slowly building low in your belly.
Every stroke drags against that sensitive spot inside you, sending heatwaves through your body.
Gojo moves down, sucking one of your nipples right into his mouth. He bites down just hard enough to make you whine out, before soothing the sting with his tongue.
His free hand pins your thigh wider, keeping you spread for him as he works through your pussy harder.
Your breath comes out in short gasps when the pressure inside you grows almost unbearable, feeling like a tight coil getting tighter and tighter before releasing itself.
Your pussy clenches eagerly around his fingers as finally, a sudden rush of clear liquid sprays out all around them, soaking his hand and his wrist, along with the sheets beneath you in a hot, messy gush.
Gojo smiles and groans at the sight, fingering you through it with quick movements, so that the squirt keeps coming in short bursts.
"Fuuck, look at that," he growls, eyes locked on the way your cunt pulses and sprays. "So pretty when you let loose like that."
Your thighs tremble, clit becoming achingly sensitive.
You gripped the sheets and looked down at the mess, “hah…oh my god…what a mess..”
Another wave hits as he keeps rubbing your clit in tight circles, drawing out every last tremor and whine until you're left twitching, the new bedsheets already soiled under you.
He finally slows his hand down, but doesn't pull out, carefully stroking your inner walls as the aftershocks roll through you.
"Atta girl," he praises, voice coated with satisfaction.
ᝰ.ᐟ nanami with a girlfriend who has sensitive thighs ⸝⸝ 18+ mdni
bf!nanami is a man of physical habit, when you two are winding down on the couch after his long shift—his heavy, warm hand naturally finds a home on your thigh. the first time it happens, he’s just reading the paper, but he feels the immediate, rigid tension in your muscles.
he casually glances over, assuming you’re just caught off guard or feeling a bit shy. "are you cold?" he asks, his deep voice slicing through the quiet room. when you quickly shake your head, he simply pats your knee and shrugs it off, returning to his reading, though his observant mind notes the slight tremor in your frame.
bf!nanami who starts getting genuinely suspicious after the third or fourth time. it doesn't matter if his touch is a passive weight or a gentle, absentminded caress through your sweatpants—your breath hitches every single time. he notices the way your toes curl, the subtle shiver that runs up your spine, and the way you try to casually shift away from his reach.
nanami is nothing if not analytical; he knows compliance versus involuntary reaction, and you are definitely hiding something. he begins to purposely linger his touch, tracing the seam of your pants just to watch your eyelashes flutter and your lips part in a silent gasp.
bf!nanami decides to test his hypothesis on a rainy saturday afternoon. you're both cuddled up, your guard completely down as you watch a movie. without a word or a shift in his stoic expression, his large hand slides up your inner thigh and delivers a sudden, firm squeeze.
bf!nanami watches you gasp, a high, completely involuntary sound escaping your throat—a sharp, needy little squeak that cuts off the moment you realize what you've done. "oh? and what exactly was that noise for?" your hands fly to grip his wrist, trying to pull his hand away, but he doesn't let go.
instead, a slow, incredibly rare, and distinctly smug smirk pulls at the corner of his lips. he looks down at you through his glasses, thoroughly amused by your bright red face. "i don't recall the movie being quite that exciting," he drawls, his fingers sinking deeper into the soft flesh.
bf!nanami who is a little bit mean about it, but in the most intoxicating way possible. he deliberately applies just a fraction more pressure, kneading the sensitive muscle with his broad palm and watching you squirm helplessly against him. "i didn't realize a simple touch could reduce you to this," he murmurs, his voice dropping an octave, thick with a gravelly warmth that tells you he finds this incredibly hot.
he teases you relentlessly, leaning down so his lips brush your burning ear. "look at me. tell me why you're trembling so much just from my hand. if you don't answer, i'll just have to keep squeezing until you do." he refuses to let you look away until you confess just how sensitive your thighs actually are.
bf!nanami who likes to abuse this newfound knowledge at every single opportunity, especially when he wants to fluster you in public. if you're out at a quiet restaurant, his hand will slide under the tablecloth, his fingers mapping out the soft skin of your thighs.
he loves watching you try to maintain a straight face while ordering food, your fingers white-knuckling the menu because he's lightly scratching the apex of your thigh. when you catch his eye, pleading with him silently, he just takes a calm sip of his wine and whispers, "focus on the waiter, sweetheart. tell him what you want to eat."
bf!nanami turns into an absolute menace behind closed doors. during sex, your thighs become his absolute favorite target. he likes to pin your legs wide apart, his heavy palms bruising your hips before sliding down to grip your thighs with enough force to leave faint, temporary marks.
he loves to deeply knead the ultra-sensitive skin right where your leg meets your hip, watching your back arch off the bed as you let out a ragged sob. "look at how flushed you get here," he grunts, his thumb pressing firmly into the sweet spot, relishing the way your thighs clamp around his waist in a desperate bid for relief.
bf!nanami who pairs his heavy-handed groping with sensory overload. while he’s driving himself into you, he’ll lean down to bite and press open-mouthed kisses against your inner thighs, deliberately targeting the spots that make your hips stutter-step and bring a sob to your throat.
he loves the contrast of his rough, calloused hands soothing over the ultra-sensitive skin, murmuring praises against your neck while ensuring you can't think about anything else but his touch.
he'll deliberately slow his pace just to focus entirely on your thighs, sinking his teeth into the soft skin until you're completely undone. "good girl," he rumbles against your skin, "let me hear you make that sound again."
i'm honestly waiting for goldie gramps. i have to do this, promise.
imagine platonic yandere! eruhaben with young dragon! reader. one day, he found an egg in front of his lair. at first he thought it was a normal egg. but he noticed that it wasn't.
platonic yandere! eruhaben who keeps saying that he doesn't care if the egg didn't hatch. yet, that night after he found it— he made sure to make a comfortable place for it inside his lair. then every night, he would spend his time watching the egg, wondering when will it hatch and everyday, he would wipe it convincing himself that he just didn't want to get his lair dirty when it truth he was quite worried that you might chew your egg shell once you hatch. so, if your egg shell is dirty, then you might get sick!
platonic yandere! eruhaben who was surprise when your egg finally hatch. he found himself mesmerized. you look cute, to be honest. the way you look around, seemed to be confused. eruhaben is not the type of person (dragon) who shows affection. but surprisingly, he found himself wants to shower you with one. let's add the fact that you were also a golden dragon so the two of you looks like a father and child duo.
platonic yandere! eruhaben who spent four months thinking of the name he will give you. and when you copied the way he said your name and giggled. eruhaben found himself smiling back at you. you're cute.
platonic yandere! eruhaben who thought that he spend his lifetime alone. but now, he had an adorable child following him around and calling him daddy. well, it's not like he was complaining or anything.
platonic yandere! eruhaben who acts like he didn't care but actually happy when you first polymorph as a human. it was a normal morning and he was about to call you for breakfast. but when he entered your room, he didn't see you there, instead he found a child sitting on your bed. a child with the same golden hair and ( color ) eyes as well as pointed ears. when that kid grinned brightly at him calling him daddy.
platonic yandere! eruhaben who now started buying a hundred of matching clothes that the two of you can wear. he even go far on going to the human market to buy a book containing several ways to style a child's hair. no, he can't let anyone call his child ugly.
platonic yandere! eruhaben who started to became possessive when you first met another dragon. he knew that dragons were curious creature. he knew that one day, you might leave him. because in eruhaben's eyes, you were still a child. well, technically you were a child since you're only 20 years old in human age. but still—!
platonic yandere! eruhaben who suddenly stopped teaching you about magic. it made you confuse, but you can't blame him! he started thinking things like— you might use his teachings against him to escape from him. dragons are known to be possessive and territorial, they doesn't let go and willing to die to protect their treasures. and it seems like eruhaben started seeing you as one.
young dragon! reader who got kidnapped by an organization after they raided eruhaben's lair while he was out buying some stuffs for your birthday. by the time he got back, seeing that you're not there and the blood on the floor. it made eruhaben snap.
platonic yandere! eruhaben who literally burn down the kingdom of the organization who kidnapped you. then later, after he saw you lifeless inside their headquarters. torture— they tortured his child. how dare them. how dare those people— eruhaben knew more than anyone else what happen to those dragons who didn't die because of natural death. and that made him more angrier than he was.
platonic yandere! eruhaben who started loathing humans after they killed you. but a few hundred years later, after meeting cale henituse. he was flabbergasted to find someone who looks like his child, have the same name as his child. but is not a dragon— instead, a mage.
it's still you, don't worry. the gods and goddesses gave you a second chance and reincarnated you into a human body. but surprisingly, you still became someone who is really good at magic and handling mana.
cale henituse found it odd how eruhaben seemed to adore you a lot. but didn't say anything because he doesn't want to anger the golden dragon. and it seems like he won't hurt you anyway.
platonic yandere! eruhaben who became 100 times more overprotective to now reincarnated! reader. he doesn't allow you out of his sight.
just imagine meeting a thousand year old dragon who told you to call him papa or daddy even though it was the first time you met him. but you see, you were quite obsessed with dragons yourself. so when he requested that, you immediately did that with a straight face. cale started to became quite worried about your mental state.
platonic yandere! eruhaben who refused to let you out of his sight. he started keeping you around him. and as a dragon fanatic, you were more than willing to stay with him.
platonic yandere! eruhaben who started using your obsession with dragons against you to make you stay by his side. you don't have to worry about anything because he will be more than willing to give you the world. so please, this time— don't leave him alone.
all in all, platonic yandere eruhaben is the definition of a protective yet lovable father when you were still a dragon. but now transformed as an overbearing, territorial parent who is now obsessed with keeping you safe.
it's just a secret, but now keeps you in cale's villa after you almost died in a battle. and the one who proposed that idea was cale henituse who almost got a heart attack after he saw you, being carried by choi han, bloodied and barely alive.
it looks like in this life, you have a couple of saints, a crown prince, some nobles, two red-heads, a couple of swordmaster, some dragons ( aside from eruhaben ), some assassins, a wolf, and a couple of cats who is worried for your safety. for the last time— you were not a dragon anymore so you better take care of yourself properly!
Recently I’ve been thinking about the different types of love languages in Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint, The S-Classes That I Raised, and Lout of the Count’s Family…
Not to say that each of the stories describes only one single kind of love language; they are, after all, all novels that focus on Found Family, with many different types of relationships between characters that express their love for each other in as many different ways.
Yet, I’ve noticed how at the core of each of these three stories there is one specific act of love that recurs more than others, and that becomes the true Theme each novel revolves around.
In Lout of the Count’s Family, the main love language is providing food and a home.
“Home” is such an important concept in LCF that Cale collects houses like they were pokemon cards. The source of his trauma when he was a child as Kim Roksu was that he was not given sufficient food, and that where he lived was not truly a shelter where he could feel safe, just a place he was trapped in.
And I don’t think there are ever more than 2 chapters in a row without a character offering food to others, or asking if they’re hungry, if they’ve eaten, why haven’t you eaten, here have some apple pie!!
Cale uses his newfound money and power to make sure his loved ones are provided for. That’s how he adopts bonds with most of his new family.
The first thing Raon does after he’s freed from the prison he’s been trapped in all his life, is to leave food for this hopelessly weak human.
Choi Han, who has lived alone in a dangerous forest for decades, would do anything to protect his home.
The Crown Prince, who has been isolated and untrusting of everyone ever since his mother died, makes sure to always have cookies in his bedroom in case guests “break in” for a visit at any time of the day or the night.
I love you, you’ll never be hungry again. I love you, my home is your home.
In The S-Classes That I Raised, the main love language is words.
Yoojin’s powers are literally activated by telling people “I love you”. Because all he ever wanted was to say “I love you” to his brother one last time.
Because the tragedy that starts the story happens because Yoohyun loved and protected his hyung in secret for years. Silence creates misunderstandings, it creates distance, it leads to loss.
Loving someone isn’t enough, tell them! Reassure them. Remember what they say, because their words are important!!
Ever since the regression, Yoojin always let people know when he loves them and appreciates them. “You’re perfect, you’re cute, you’re so talented, you’re so handsome, you are loved.”
And as the novel progresses, whenever Yoojin is in pain, or doesn’t know what to do, he turns to Sung Hyunje because he needs to be reassured, he needs to know he did well, he needs to hear he is still important to the people he loves.
I love you, please know that I love you! I love you, please tell me you love me back.
And finally, in Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint, the main love language is time.
Time is one of the greatest sources of horrors in ORV. Eternities upon eternities of suffering, being trapped for ages in the same, hopeless loop, wishing for everything to just stop.
And yet, time is also the greatest gift characters give to each other.
Because the wounds Dokja suffered as a child, and then again and again through his whole life…. They need time to heal. They need so much time. They will probably take forever.
So let them take forever.
Despite how much pain and worry he causes his companions by giving up on himself over and over again, his companions never give up on him. And he doesn’t understand why!! He doesn’t think he’s worth it. But it’s not his choice, it’s theirs. And they will go through as many tries, as much pain, as much time as it takes, before they can finally save him.
I love you, so I will wait fifty years for you. I love you, so I will live through thousands of lifetimes to find you. I love you, so I will read and reread your story for the rest of time, just to keep you alive.
So... here's some "not my circus, not my monkey" memes in context of TCF. Except we all know they do be monkeys in each other's circus and then claim they ain't owning any circuses.
Well, that's because they do be going everywhere to cause chaos, including you, the ringleader clown.
Again, Cale-coded, sooooo....
Choi Han really be the poster kid of justice and good... until you threaten his family. Then be ready to get the royal treatement, French Revolution style.
Yes, Alberu, they are. And yes, Cale is heading them. Get your gold plaques ready.
Yess, drag Cale into the ownership. Drop the responsibility and the gold plaques on him and run.
Poor Beacrox, the collateral damage. Handling kids, destruction and food all at the same time.
Ron is the reason Beacrox is the collateral damage, since he keeps sending his son as the errand boy.
It is technically his territory where his eldest son is running around, doing shit to attain his "Slacker life" that he himself actively be chasing away.
In all honesty, whenever Witira shows up in TCF novel, she always be so confused with the new shit Cale be pulling.
Like, girl, get used to it. This man ain't gonna sit quietly unless he faints.
To me, this is Eruhaben-coded. He be sooooo much enamoured (platonically) with Cale and his infamous bad luck that he agreed to babysit the entire Cale and co.
Our beloved Goldy Gramps, adopting kids at the very ripe age of grandpa.
when you walk into the living room, damp hair soaking the shoulders of your boyfriend's overpriced black t-shirt and your plush thighs on full display, satoru gojo doesn't even raise his head from the instagram reel he's watching.
you stop in front of him, waiting for a long moment as sabrina carpenter plays over his iphone speaker. you even wait until the song loops, but then he just swipes to the next video, another overplayed track starting up.
"satoru."
he lets out a hum, finally raising his pretty blue eyes from his phone screen. he smiles softly at you and sets his phone aside. "hey, sweets. how was your shower?"
"good."
"yeah? you look so pretty." he places his large, warm hands on your hips and gently guides you to step between his long legs. "smell good, too. could just eat you up," he teases, eyes sparkling with amusement.
and despite his playful tone, just the thought of the double meaning of his words has your pussy throbbing. "satoru," you say again.
"hmm?" his hands run soothing paths up and down your sides. "need something, baby?"
you nod a little.
“you gonna use your words?”
you pause, trying to push through the sudden shyness. you nod again. once you gather your courage, you say, “i need you to fuck me.”
he smirks a little, his thumbs brushing your hip bones. “really?”
“mhm.”
“tell me more.” he’s grinning, now, and if you weren’t so goddamn desperate right now, you’d scoff and turn your back on him and make him beg.
unfortunately, your body betrays you. your cunt is already so wet you feel your freshly washed panties clinging between your legs. you fight to swallow, and you say, voice wobbly with need, “i need you to pin me down and crack me like a glowstick. i don’t wanna think, i don’t want to decide, i want you to touch me and guide me and do all the work and i want everything to feel so overwhelming i can’t think.”
and he, like the eager hound he is for you, takes your command, your thinly veiled plea, like gospel.
two hours later, you’re not even quite sure how you got here anymore, your face buried in the fluffy pillows as drool drenches the fabric. every wordless cry is muffled in the pillowcase, and your eyes are hazy with tears of ecstasy and overwhelm. every drag of his cock against your walls sends sparks of intensity up your spine, and there's a deep pressure in your pelvis that never quite relaxes, even as another climax builds low and hot.
you've lost count of how many orgasms he's coaxed from you.
and satoru, the inexorable bastard, is hardly winded.
"come on, baby," he chides playfully in your ear, taking the lobe gently between his teeth as his hips slap against your ass, "you said you wanted it just like this, didn't you? where'd my brave girl go, huh?"
you just let out a broken sob, your body trying in vain to crawl out from under his, in search of just a moment of reprieve.
he just places one of his expansive palms on the back of your skull, pushing your head deeper into the pillows as he chases you down, locking you underneath his heavy and perfectly controlled form.
he doesn't let you run. and he sure as hell doesn't ease up on you.
"i know, baby," he coos as you hiccup another moan, your body trembling as another wave of release washes over you. "just a little more. you asked me for something, and you know i never break my promises."
a/n: genuinely have nothing to say for myself with this one
satoru is surprised to see that his new neighbor is young & beautiful, not an old hag.
satoru gojo doesn’t do relationships, is what he says every time a hook up tried staying until the morning. he’d go into a bar in hopes of blowing off some steam after a long day of work, find a pretty face, and ruin it back in his apartment.
his neighbors were sick of his behavior, eventually not being able to handle it anymore leaving moving out as the only option. it was an insanity for the luxury apartment complex to refuse to do anything other than give him warnings time to time. that was because satoru would just pay them to leave him alone.
his loud moans along the sounds of skin on skin were the last thing one needed to hear at three in the morning, so it wasn’t a surprise to see mr. & mrs. iori packing their things not even a month after moving in.
they shot the white haired boy a dirty look as they carried their boxes outside. satoru would only respond with his stupid smirk.
the rumor of a new neighbor settling in next door to him spread quickly. everyone spoke of you so kindly because of how you’ve given each of the families on your floor a plate of sweet treats.
a pout would appear on satoru’s face upon hearing of you. why haven’t you given him anything? you live right next to him for gods sake!
the last time he had a girl over was well over a week ago, his work being more demanding leaving no room for his activities. his body shook with excitement, hands groping the blondes body watching as her nipples hardened under the cold weather. right as he was about to take one into his mouth, the doorbell rang.
satoru groaned in annoyance, pulling back with reluctance. he stood up, re-adjusting his raging boner inside his pants to answer the door. to his surprise, it was you.
“hi,” your soft voice cut through the air. “i’m new here, thought it’d be best to finally introduce myself to my neighbor. wasn’t so sure if anyone lived here since it’s always so quiet!”
oh you poor innocent thing.
but oh my god. you’re no old lady who bakes and sews in her free time. you’re around his age, with a pretty face that practically made his jaw drop in awe as his eyes landed on yours.
satoru could hear his hook up calling for him to come back, making him close the door slightly behind him so you wouldn’t be able to hear her. “yeah, sorry just been so busy. but, i’ve heard about you…” he dragged out the ‘o’
“y/n”
“y/n” he repeated, testing out your name himself. and it felt so right. “i’m satoru, satoru gojo.”
you shook his slightly clammy hand after he offered it to you. “well, satoru, i really hope you enjoy the cookies. have a goodnight.”
“you too..” his eyes trailed after you even as you walked away.
at that moment, he knew he wanted you & for more than just sex. he wanted what was shown in romcoms, when they’d go through fights and then hold hands and kiss under the rain. stuff like that.
but satoru gojo doesn’t do relationships.
he had no clue how they worked, really. the most he could do was touch himself at the thought of you. the way your loving voice would say good morning to him in the hallway or when you’d offer to babysit his nephew, megumi, when he was busy with his job.
you were so perfect.
“ngh fuck!” he whimpered out in the shower. the hot water hitting his bare back enough to make him arch into it. his hand squeezed the base of his cock, watching as his tip exposed itself once the skin was pulled back. the tip that was usually pink had now turned into an angry and desperate red.
“bet your mouth would look so pretty wrapped around me.” he whispered to nobody, throwing his head back as he quickened the speed of his hand. it was cramping from how hard he was going on himself, cumming hard onto the bathroom wall.
any evidence of an orgasm was washed away by the water that was pouring out of the shower head.
“what a waste.” he watched the cum disappear. it’d look much better painted on your back.
when other neighbors warned you of satoru, urging you to get earplugs, you were confused to say the least. “earplugs? what for?”
“he’s always moaning with a new girl every other week day. we’ve tried putting in complaints but the complex won’t do anything of it.”
“really? i haven’t heard anything.” which was a lie, partially. satoru didn’t moan to another girl these days that wasn’t you. every whimper and moan that slipped out of his place, spilled into yours. it was cute really, hearing his needy sounds with your name on his tongue after every interaction he had with you.
it was a huge help for you as well. having difficulty finishing, it became easier with just listening to him. your vibrator would touch just right, hand shaking as you moved the wand up and down.
the sudden silence of satoru’s place spread around the building. the fact that he hasn’t brought a girl over in a few weeks raised suspicion and honestly, worried everyone.
“maybe his company is being harsh again.”
“doubt it, he’d still find a way to have sex. something is seriously wrong.”
so they all kept a close eye on him, observing the way his line of sight lingered on your door every time he would leave or enter his place. satoru has been contemplating on returning the basket you had given him since you first spoke. it’s been sitting on his desk for a while now, collecting dust. surely, you wanted it back.
with the help of his black credit card, he filled the basket up with hundreds of roses, leaving it at your doorstep with a small note inside.
your eyes widened when you reached your door after a long day of work, wondering if you were hallucinating or not. you bent over to grab the basket, reaching inside for the piece of paper.
“feel like we barely speak other than you babysitting for me & the usual ‘hello’s’ & i’d love to take you out some time if that’s alright.”
at the bottom read his initials.
s.g
his heart wouldn’t stop beating in excitement upon your acceptance. but since he was satoru gojo at the end of the day, the boy who swore he doesn’t do relationships — has no idea how relationships operate.
“i think ill have.. the vietnamese coffee.” you smiled up at the barista who jotted down your order on their notepad.
“uh yea ill get that too..” satoru stuttered, trying his best to calm down the pressure he was feeling in his pants. he had no idea you have heard him jerking off to you for the past two weeks and even more so that you were doing the same.
when you spoke, all he could do was nod like a stupid bobble head, memorizing every word you said.
you were both out for a few hours getting to know each other better giving him extra time to figure out which position to have you in by the end of the night.
he knew doggy style would feel the best, but he really wanted to see your face. so, mating press would do it. except, you didn’t go into his apartment after heading back from the cafe. and you didn’t let him into yours.
“alright, good night satoru. thank you again for the date. hope we can go out again?”
he blinked, nodding. “of course. yeah, fuck of course.
with another of your gentle smiles, you leaned up to place a kiss on his cheek before entering your apartment, closing the door behind you with a soft click.
satoru stood there in shock.
you didn’t want to fuck him? were you teasing him? surely you’d open the door again and allow him to come in so he could fuck you until all you knew how to say was his name.
but you didn’t.
you made him wait.
2..3..4 dates went by and the most you’ve done was hold hands as you walked through the mall and kiss each other strictly on the face. his personal favorite was the cheek so he could attempt to move his head to the side, allowing your lips to accidentally graze his.
but whenever he tried this dirty trick, you’d move away just in time. he was growing frustrated. you wouldn’t even kiss him let alone sleep with him!
yes of course he wanted to be yours more than anything but god did he want to feel your body under his.
finally, on the fifth date, you two made it official and the neighbors had a field day with that. for a bit at least.
“did you hear satoru and the cookie girl got together?”
“shut up. don’t tell me that’s the reason we’ve finally been able to sleep peacefully lately.”
“who could’ve seen this-“
“coming! m’cumming!” you whimpered into your bedsheets, tears streaming down your flushed face.
satoru finally had you where he wanted, underneath him sobbing dumbly over his fat cock after finding your toys in your closet. “ha.. so you’ve been playing with these shitty things knowing i needed ya?”
he coo’ed feeling you tighten around him. “fuck. did ya hear me touch myself every night, hm? you got off on that?”
your eyes rolled back once he brought your vibrator to tease your clit all while he kept hitting the spot that had you seeing stars.
“mmm,” he chuckled. “who’s making you feel better huh?”
“y-you! you satoruuu!”
his hand that was placed on the small of your back moved to spank your plush ass, adding onto the already existing hand marks.
“knew i had to have this pretty pussy the second you knocked on my door. i’m mad at you, baby. should’ve knocked on my door for a different reason but hey, least you’re my girl now.”
he moved your head to the side, smashing his lips onto yours in a messy kiss. “go on sweets. cum.” he ordered.
you didn’t need to be told twice.
your sweet juices spilled out over his length, body collapsing completely over the bed. satoru slowed his movements, fucking back your orgasm into you before spilling his seed in you.
“nice and deep.. good girl.”
his thumb shifted to turn off the toy, throwing it somewhere in the room. his cock slipped out of you making you whine.
“oh? you want more? should’ve just said so, love.”
his hands grabbed onto yours waist, flipping you over so now you were both face to face. “let’s try this position now.”
the neighbors might’ve gotten a few weeks of peace, but they now had to deal with satoru fucking the pretty girl that lived on the same floor.
especially when he’s got you pinned beneath him, buried so deep inside your tight, dripping cunt that you can barely think straight.
every brutal thrust has him dragging against every sensitive ridge inside you, slamming right into that spongy spot that makes your eyes roll back and your toes curl so hard they cramp.
his hips is snapping with that cocky, practiced rhythm, stretching you open around his thick cock like he owns every inch of your body.
the wet, filthy sound of him pounding into your soaked pussy fills the room, your juices coating his length and dripping down your ass with every deep stroke.
and he just can’t help himself.
the moment you start clenching and fluttering around him, moaning like a whore, that feral side of him takes over.
he leans down with a wicked grin, his eyes gleaming with pure mischief and hunger, and sinks his teeth into your skin very hard.
he bites down on the junction of your neck and shoulder, teeth digging in so sharply you yelp in pain, your whole body jerking violently beneath him.
“fuck- satoru!” you cry out, but he just moans like it’s the sweetest sound he’s ever heard.
he thinks you’re screaming because it feels that good.
“shit, baby… you’re so loud for me..” he groans against your bitten flesh, voice husky and dripping with arrogance.
his tongue laps over the fresh, throbbing mark before he bites down again, harder this time, right above your collarbone.
the sharp sting blooms into burning heat as he sucks hard, leaving a deep purple bruise while his cock keeps bullying that perfect spot inside you without mercy.
you scream again, a raw, broken sound that’s equal parts pain and overwhelming pleasure and it only makes him worse.
satoru chuckles darkly, the vibration traveling through your skin as he grinds his hips in slow, filthy circles, stirring his cock deep in your guts.
“yeah? right there, huh? keep screaming like that, sweetheart. you’re clenching so fucking tight every time i bite you… makes me think you love when i get rough.”
he shifts his angle, folding you nearly in half as he drives even deeper, another harsh bite lands on the swell of your breast, teeth grazing your nipple before clamping down.
the pain shoots straight to your core, making your pussy gush around him.
satoru’s lost in it, he pistons into you faster, harder, the headboard slamming against the wall as he chases his own high.
he bites your neck one more time, right as his fingers find your swollen clit, rubbing tight, mean circles.
the mix of pain and pleasure shoves you violently over the edge.
you shatter around him, screaming loud enough to make your throat raw as your walls spasm and flutter wildly.
satoru groans in satisfaction, hips stuttering as he fucks you through it, chasing his own release while still nibbling and sucking on your abused skin like he can’t get enough.
you and nerd!jo were good friends, so you weren't surprised when a text came from him late at night asking for you to come over to his place, with snacks, of course.
one small problem.
you were ovulating. and never in your year of knowing gojo were you this down bad for him. yes you were aware he was handsome. only thing setting him back from getting any popularity with the girls was how much of an absolute geek he is.
he could name you every constellation, every digimon character, and the whole script for every Star Wars movie. you personally found it attractive but you would never try anything with him. he was your best friend after all.
so why is him laying there in his stupid collared shirt on the floor stuffing his face with chips making you so fucking horny?
"anyways, I kept begging and begging but that little kid just didn't want to let go of it! it was the last limited edition biyomon stuffed animal in that store!" he ranted. knowing your eyes should be focused on his face, they traveled down to his biceps peeking from his sleeves.
you forgot he was jacked up. the first time you found out he went to the gym you were baffled thinking that he only had time for formulas and.. whatever he's talking about right now.
"are you even listening to me?" his voice was muffled due to the amount of food he had inside, making him look like a hamster stuffing his cheeks with seeds.
his glasses were sliding down his nose a bit and his hair was so perfectly messed up that under the faux universe lit up by the projector set on his desk only made him look even more ethereal.
"..um yeah, sorry, continue." you mumbled.
he looked at you weirdly, raising a brow before going back to rambling. but you seriously couldn't handle it anymore. your pussy was pulsing, literally saying his name in morse code and you were sure that your panties were drenched by now.
gojo gasped at the weight of you. you shifted on his lap, tugging at his shirt quietly asking to remove it.
to your surprise, he obliged, sitting up to allow you pull up his shirt. the fabric slid of his broad shoulders to fully reveal his toned abs, delicious muscles, and his happy trail.
his face was serious, watching in silence. you were practically drooling at the sight of him, hands gently pushing him back to lay on the ground.
gojo's jaw clenched. his hands finally placed themselves on your waist. his grip was strong, staring up at you in awe. soon enough, his breaths matched yours, coming out in heavy pants as you began to grind on his clothed tent. the outline of his cock stained against his pants.
"take my pants off." he ordered.
you were surprised but you didn't need to be told twice. your hands fumbled with his zipper, sliding his pants off along with his boxers.
oh wow. he's huge.
like, really, really huge.
his tip was leaking pre, a nice shade of pink. your eyes trailed down. he was unshaven but honestly, you found that hot.
a small whimper left your lips when gojo's hand shifted to squeeze one of your breasts, forcing you to now lay down, switching your positions.
"been dreaming of this since forever.." his voice was rough and full of arousal.
and you internally thanked your ovulation, because right now you were getting fucked like you never have before, making you feel like a virgin all over again.
his thrusts were fast and deep, reaching into places you never knew were possible to touch. "mm fuck yes fuck yes yes yes.." he moaned into your ear, moving to kiss your neck, nipping at it hard enough to leave hickeys behind.
your back was arching, arms wrapped around his waist.
"oh my god!" you could feel yourself tear up. all you could process was how good his cock felt and the obscene sounds coming from you two.
"y'know how many times i've jerked my fucking cock to you? you kept torturing me with those pretty skirts and and nah.." his words trailed off after feeling you reach your orgasm, squeezing hard enough to cut off any circulation on his dick.
you panted, body feeling numb. your hands fell off his back thinking you were done.
gojo kept pounding into you, even faster than before if even possible. "not done pretty, I haven't came inside you yet." and based from how he sounded, you were far, far from done.
extra :
"I was hoping to ask you out on a date first, y'know before we even fucked, so I'll ask you now." he was leaning on his elbow, staring down at you as he played with a strand of your hair. "that okay?"
you responded with a nod. of course you were going to go out with him. there was no way you would let anyone else get dicked down by him, ever. he was yours now, and you were his.
.ೃ࿔*:･ Riding Satoru Gojo for the first time! | porn w no plot aka straight up smut, 18+ minors do not engage/interact!
Satoru can't believe you can take his entire cock!
Like, down to the hilt. He's grown so used to being too big for the women he sleeps with that he knows to expect it.
But then you come along, straddling his lap and sinking down, down, down onto his thick length until your ass rests flush against his thighs, whimpering at the overwhelming fullness once you reach the base. As your walls flutter around him, he genuinely considers proposing on the spot.
Satoru doesn't know where to keep his eyes; on how your tight cunt stretches so desperately around him, and the creamy ring already forming at the base of his cock?
Or maybe on your round tits, watching them bounce up and down as you make up the courage to slowly ride him, hips lifting and lowering cautiously.
His favorite sight though, without a doubt, is that pretty face of yours contorted in pleasure; eyes rolled back and teeth biting down hard on your bottom lip in an unsuccessful attempt to contain your outright pornographic whines as you pick up your pace, bouncing on him harder and faster.
He watches intently with his large hands grabbing firmly onto your thighs, your ass, your waist. Anywhere he can touch you. His head leans into your ear, close enough that you can hear his whispered praise. "Jus' like that, baby. Fuck yeah."
And when your movements stall as you clench around him, head thrown back while you ride out the high of your first orgasm, he doesn't waste a moment before picking up where you left off, hips bucking as he thrusts his cock into you instead.
With him in control, his tip reaches even further inside of you, thumping your g-spot with every stroke and making you scream his name. He doesn't hold back either, not now that he knows you can take it. His hands grab your ass, fingers indenting flesh as he guides your hips all the way up before slamming them back down in time with his primal thrusts.
And he watches in awe—mouth agape and staring reverently through half-lidded baby blue eyes as he feels his own release building, and wills his body to hold on a bit longer so as to savor every second spent watching you ride him.
When your dainty hand instinctively flies to your neglected, needy clit, Satoru grabs your wrist, pinning it to his chest while his other hand takes over. He rubs slow, precise circles, the cadence at odds with the feverish pace of his hips thrusting in and out of your dripping pussy.
When he can't hold out any longer, he finishes with his head buried in the crook of your neck, groaning your name into your skin as his cock twitches deep inside of you, firing off thick white ropes of cum. You're right there with him, clenching impossibly tight around him while your body shudders and your nails press crescents into his pale skin.
But one look at you, completely fucked out yet still gazing hungrily at him through fluttering lashes, mischief written all over your face—one look's all it takes for him to imagine you sprawled out under him, on your knees for him, bent over every surface in his lofty house.
Before he can hold himself back, Satoru's kissing you again, white lashes fluttering with excitement when your hands thread through his hair and you kiss him back with just as much zeal before pulling away to ask, "c'mere baby, wanna see if your throat can take all of me too?"
.ೃ࿔*:･
a/n: sorry I'm feral today and I am in love with him!
cw: handjob to penetration, tied up gojo, reader tries to dom but that dih is just too good, cumming!!!
bully!gojo letting you take control
after getting an A+ in a really difficult exam, gojo decided to treat you to something special. what better then letting you have control over him?
you're on your bed with gojo in front of you, his hands tied above his head to your headboard. he sits there with a smirk on his face, bare except for his shirt and boxers. he sighs and leans back, legs spread, completely comfortable.
"c'mon honey, i won't wait all day."
you swallow as you get on the bed and reach your fingers around his boxers, slowly pulling them down to reveal his half hard cock straining itself. you look up at him with a small smile, warm feeling in your belly that this is for you. he chuckles and flushes slightly, raising an eyebrow.
"what? i'm not allowed to be turned on anymore?"
"shh, satoru. quiet." you say softly, spitting on your hand and slowly wrapping it around his cock. you begin to pump his dick slowly, carefully controlled. watching his reactions, you see him try to hide the pleasure he feels, but you know him. you know him well enough to tell when he gasps softly or when his thighs tense a little. he keep up the slow pace, watching as gojo grows to his true size.
"alright, you can speed up now. i'm ready." he teases, hiding his slight frustration. you smile again and keep your pace, but reach a hand down to fondle his balls. he curses under his breath and bucks his hips.
"i said faster." he spits, but you don't listen, instead taking your hand away. he scoffs and pulls on his bindings, cock twitching in the air.
"what was that for?"
"i'm not gonna help you if you're not nice to me."
"bullshit. you love it when i tell you what to do."
you stand and get off the bed, slipping of your skirt and panties.
"not today, satoru."
you can hardly tell if he hears you, eyes to focused on your now revealed body. you straddle him, knees on either side of his body with your hot pussy just above his cock. he looks up at you, eyes filled with contempt and face flushed.
"go on. fuck me. my pussy is right here satoru." you tease, staying positioned in the air. gojo looks back down at where you two nearly connect before pushing his hips up. he aims to slam hard, knock you over but his tip just barely glides in. he huffs and looks up at you, pout on his face.
"i can't reach."
you can't contain your giggle, looking down at where his cock weeps beneath you and how he pathetically huffs.
"oh no, it's not big enough?"
gojo's eyes widen before he quickly thrusts up again, slamming his cock halfway into your pussy. you gasp and fall forward, hands landing on his shoulders while he smirks up at you.
"not big enough, huh? one dose of my cock and you're already whining like a dog." he thrusts up again, hitting even deeper. you whine, face hidden in his neck. "i thought you were gonna dominate me baby? s'too much for you, i should've known."
he readjusts his hips and begins a ruthless pace despite his tied up hands. you pant softly against him as his cock punishes your pussy, hitting every deep spot and angle, until you can only whine against him.
he leans down to whisper in your ear, and you can hear the smile on his face.
"just a bit too hard for you, yeah? need me to fuck you, don't you. it's okay baby, i get it. too much cock to think straight. don't worry, just be my little toy."
you whine and whimper as you grow closer, pussy holding gojo in.
"s-s-satoruuuu."
"cum baby, cum and i won't punish you. go on, you have my permission."
gojo lets out a string of curses as you cum hard around him, cunt clenching so tight. you pant as you lean on his chest, hands clutching shirt with his cum coating your hole.
gojo leans down to kiss your forehead, chuckling softly.
"you're so adorable sweetheart, thinking you could command me. you were made to be used. nothing wrong with that. now untie me so i can fuck you properly."
