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shh baby! ♡ smut w/ satoru gojo

"gojo, are you even listening to me?"

yaga's voice — annoyance starting to rise at the edges — crackles from satoru's cell phone speakers against the sleek glass coffee table in your living room.

satoru nods, just a mindless tip of his chin even though yaga can't see the gesture. his throat bobs as he swallows, and when he speaks his voice is raspy and thick. "uh huh."

yaga lets out an unconvinced grunt and says, "if i have to send you this briefing over email after this, i won't be happy."

satoru lets out a thin little laugh, the sound bubbling almost frantically from between his lips. his fists clench at his sides, and he forces his typical easy nature to shine through when he replies, "you won't! you still don't t-trust me after all this time?"

yaga deadpans, "trust isn't exactly the word."

before satoru can respond, can brush it off with another breathless laugh, you — knelt between his legs, your knees against the plush rug, and with his thick, pretty, leaking cock between your lips — give a cruel little suckle, looking up at him through your lashes as he lets out a faint, choked gasp.

coralbae

sucker for you

synopsis you tease the men by putting things in your mouth suggestively (mostly) characters gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna, ino warnings nsfw, inappropriate use of guns and food

sweethearticism

˖ ࣪૮₍ 𝓐.𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𓂃 ⭒ helps you through your horrible heats :: omegaverse :: f. omega reader

satoru panics whenever your heat's nearby and he can't find you.

he knows you've got a habit of running off the second your hormones flare. it's why he's tried every trick in the book to follow your cycle. but your heats are cruel and scattered.

most times? he comes home to an empty house and a thick scent in the air.

“shit.” he's scrambling immediately. calling your phone while searching every nook and cranny. are in the spare room? the scullery? hurled under the tree in the backyard like last time?

“sweetheart,” he called, trying to follow your scent. an impossible feat when it's everywhere. thick and dizzying and already turning his brain to mush.

“sweetheart it's just me. just toru. can you come out, please?”

he searches the cupboards, under the beds, maybe the tub? oh—

his head whipped to closet where a small scuttle echoed. his shoulders eased. his sigh curled into a smile. there you are.

slowly, he moved closer. watching the door of the clothes closet rattle as he turned the knob. and there you were— his poor little omega. fisting his jacket and coiled in a haphazard nest of clothes and blankets. looking up at him with tears on your lashes and his name trembled on your mouth.

“there you are, sweet girl.” he lowered into a crouch. his movements controlled and gentle. like his hand that reaches for your quivering knee.

“heat came early?” his brows tilt up at the centre as his thumb brushes on your skin. you whimper and splutter. “ssshh, sshh I know. I know baby. I'm home now.”

he reached for your hand, waiting for you to make the first move. he always did. you snatched his arm and dragged him in. toppling his larger body over you with a loud whine.

“toru, toru I missed you. missed you so bad.”

“I'm here. right here. it's okay.”

one long arm coiled around you while the other held himself up by the forearm. your legs and hands latched around him immediately as you nuzzled into his shoulder. his face fell into your neck. clinging to his warmth and comfort as he crooned sweet nothings to you.

his nose buried into your pulse. a deep groan vibrating through his back and your hands on them as your scent engulfed him. fuck. you were always so addicting.

a protective prick rose up his spine, so he bundled you closer and tighter.

for a moment it was just silence. heavy breaths and shushing. until he felt it. the desperate— pitiful roll of your hips. there it was.

“toru,” you begged, voice trembling in a sob. “I—”

“I know, sweetheart. it's okay,” he hushed to your heated ear as his hand trailed between your thighs. stroking on the hot, sensitive skin there before cupping over your centre.

he groaned, deep and shaky. “already so wet for me. . . my perfect girl.” his palm pressed into your soaked panties, dragging them on your twitching flesh with slow grinds.

you broke. already hiccuping. already sniffling. your hips weakly bucked into his gentle palm. “so hot. 's s'hot toru.”

“my poor girl,” he cooed, free hand stroking on your hair as his thumb wedged into your panties. stroking the cotton over your already throbbing clit. “so needy for me. love me so much, don't you?”

his heart swelled as you struggled a teary nod. with a tender kiss to your scent gland, he peeled the sticky fabric down and brushed over your clit. feather-light. gentle. not enough to overwhelm his quivering omega just yet.

your fluttering lashes and desperate whimpers were all the begging you needed. his lips traced on your face. your forehead, over your brows, both your cheeks— then finally your lips. as his thumb pressed down just enough.

you arched into him with his name hiccuped on your wet lips.

“thaaatt's it. there you go. so good for me.”

slow, tentative circles unravelled you beneath him. hands clambering to his shirt as he worked you to your first, tender orgasm.

“nuh-uh, don't whine like that,” he breathed a chuckle and smooched your lips again. two fingers stroked silk on your dripping slit.

“I know how to handle my pretty omega. gotta work you up a bit first baby,” another kiss. another promise. to care for you like only he could.

tonycries

Three's a Crowd (But Four...) - G.S.

Synopsis. “So, are they like holograms? Or can you really touch them?” “Why? Trynna cop a feel, sweetheart?” In which you and your boyfriend find very unconventional uses for his powers.

Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, established relationship, foursome (but they’re all Satoru + you LMFAO), NSFW, unprotected sex, double penetration, spit-roasting, face-sitting, doggy, missionary, anal, pet names (sweetheart, pretty, babe), oral sex (male + female receiving), overstimulation (female), swearing, slight breeding kink, cum (like lots).

Word count. 3.0k

A/N. A lil' sum while I get on with a 10k arranged marriage fic. H O R N Y >>> actual JJK technicalities.

Jokes, but idc what that technique was, I took that one chapter and ran with it. Art by @_3aem on X.

Cross-posted on AO3

“They just nerfed Naruto in Boruto cuz they knew he’d be too DILF-y.”

“Amen.”

Sprawled out on Satoru’s couch, both of you were fixated on the Naruto episode playing on-screen. It wasn’t anything new for a Friday night. His soft hairs tickling your chin, and legs dangling off the other end of the couch as he lay atop, cuddling you like a 6’3 housecat.

Times like this, it’s easy to forget that your boyfriend constantly bears the burden of being “the strongest”. That is- until Satoru, eyes still locked onto the screen, speaks up “I can do that too, y’know.”

You turn to look at Satoru, “Do what?”

He nods his head towards the screen - now showing young Naruto mastering his iconic technique. “You could call it Shadow Clone Jutsu.” he hums.

#this one changed my life

tonycries

Three's a Crowd (But Four...) - G.S.

Synopsis. “So, are they like holograms? Or can you really touch them?” “Why? Trynna cop a feel, sweetheart?” In which you and your boyfriend find very unconventional uses for his powers.

Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader

Word count. 3.0k

A/N. A lil' sum while I get on with a 10k arranged marriage fic. H O R N Y >>> actual JJK technicalities.

Jokes, but idc what that technique was, I took that one chapter and ran with it. Art by @_3aem on X.

Cross-posted on AO3

“They just nerfed Naruto in Boruto cuz they knew he’d be too DILF-y.”

“Amen.”

You turn to look at Satoru, “Do what?”

He nods his head towards the screen - now showing young Naruto mastering his iconic technique. “You could call it Shadow Clone Jutsu.” he hums.

retisaint

nerd!jo is secretly a pervert ꪆৎ mdni . nsfw . reader was filmed w/o consent . guilty while jerking off ⋮ 0.6k

nerd!jo who “accidentally” bumped you as you were exiting the cafeteria. terror washed over him when the iced coffee spilled on your…shirt. fuck. he could practically see your lace bra through the thin fabric. he apologized, brows furrowed as he unconsciously held the hinges of his eyeglasses. you only laughed it off, said it was no big deal and even cracked a joke to lighten the situation.

when you said you have no extra shirt, he insisted that you follow him to his dorm so he could lend you one. at first you were hesitant but you realized you’d miss a class if you chose to go to your dorm. besides, satoru is no stranger to you. well, who wouldn’t remember the guy with the conspicuous chalk-white hair. and god, the bright blue eyes behind those glasses; you’d be lying if you say that you never found him attractive.

before he had the chance to hand you the new shirt from his closet, you already pulled your drenched top over your head, leaving your upper body with nothing but the brassiere. satoru readjusted the rim of his eyeglasses as he watched you remove the residue off your skin. every wipe had made your boobs jiggle.

he tried to avert his gaze but his built up desire got the better of him. he could not resist the urge to look at your fucking tits. you had no idea how much he wanted to push you to his bed, yank the undergarment off your chest, and play with the mounds as he suck on the bud of your nipples.

later that night, with his roommate out and about like usual, satoru sat upright on the bed, only the light coming from his phone illuminated the space. on the screen, he rewinded the recording to the time you had entered the room. following you around had finally borne its own fruits. while the phone was propped on the blanket, he pulled his boxers down and held your discarded shirt with one hand. how lucky was he that you forgot to bring it with you.

tays-writing

Husband!Satoru has been pissing you off all day. Not the usual “ugh, he’s being a little shit again” kind of annoying. No. He has been testing every last bit of your fucking patience. And when you finally call him out on it, the absolute bastard has the audacity to laugh.

You grab the nearest object and throw it at his head. The object stops dead in the air a few inches from his face.

The little bitch just turned on Infinity.

He looks at the object floating in front of his face, then at you. And because Satoru Gojo has apparently decided that today is a great day to die, he grins and says:

“Was that supposed to scare me?”

You take a step toward him.

He immediately takes one back, and his grin slowly disappears.

“Baby, let’s not do anything we’re going to regret.”

You keep walking. He takes another step back, hands slightly raised like he’s dealing with a wild animal.

“Sweetheart.”

Another step.

“Love of my life.”

You stop right in front of him.

“Turn off Infinity, Gojo.”

“...I’m actually going to say no to that.”

Your eyes narrow.

“Turn. It. Off.”

He stares at you for a long second, blue eyes flicking over your face like he’s calculating the risk.

“...Are you going to hit me?”

You don’t answer.

“Oh, fuck.”

You take another step forward and he immediately backs away.

“Nope. We’re keeping Infinity on.”

“Satoru.”

“No.”

“You’re a coward.”

“A living one, thank you very much.”

And that is how the strongest spends the rest of the day with Infinity permanently activated in his own house because his wife threw something at him once.

He doesn’t even turn it off when he goes to sleep.

Just in case.

gyarujo

꒰ 呪術廻戦 ꒱ › gojo loves reapplying your sunscreen mdni. gojo x fem! reader. est rel. post-shinjuku fluff. suggestive pda.

the beach in mombasa makes the glossy postcards yuuta sent look like cheap imitations. the sand is a powdery platinum that sparkles in the sun. the indian ocean is a breathtaking gradient, starting at translucent turquoise, deepening into cyan, before melting into navy at the horizon. and the breeze is saturated with the scent of salt and the perfume of plumeria and hibiscus that grow in the wild.

( it’s the perfect paradise to wallow in after nearly losing satoru. )

you’re tucked in front of a lush wall of coconut palms and broad-leafed tropical plants, lying on your stomach on a large, striped towel, the woven threads pressing patterns against your forearms.

you haven’t been this relaxed in years. the world’s narrowed to the feeling of the sun on your back, the steady rush of waves kissing the shore, rustling leaves, and your husband’s laughter as he builds sandcastles with yuuta. the rest of his students are off swimming with dolphins, scuba diving, and feeding fish under the sea. shoko and utahime have taken the kyoto students on a safari. and you’re floating in that hazy place between waking and dreaming, right on the precipice of sleep, when a very familiar shadow falls over you.

“you sleeping baby?” satoru’s voice is laced with amusement. it’s almost like he has a sixth sense for when you’re trying to relax

you make a noncommittal sound, humming deep in your throat. “m’trying to. and i will once you go away”

“you’re the one who wanted me to remind you to reapply your sunscreen, sweets” he says

“i’ll do it in five minutes” you mumble, not moving an inch.

“ahh but that’s what you said earlier” he counters

“mmh” you groan, turning your head just enough to crack an eye open and glare at him. and gods, it should be illegal for a man to look this good. he’s all lean muscle, defined abs, and a v-line so sharp it could probably cut glass. his torso tapers into his navy blue swim shorts — matching your bikini, of course. the thick, jagged pink line that cuts clean across his stomach doesn’t detract from how hot he is; if anything it makes him hotter. thanks to the east african sun, he’s starting to get freckles. little flecks of gold dusting across his broad shoulders and the bridge of his nose. like constellations. his rectangular sunglasses are tucked haphazardly into his messy white hair, and he’s smiling down at you, “you do it then”

“you sure you can handle me touching you like that in public?” he asks, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that sends a shiver down your spine

“just help me put my sunscreen on, pervert.” you scoff

“ah, ah, ah” he tuts, “what’s the magic word?”

“seriously?” you let out an exasperated sigh, “there’s no way you’re doing this right now”

“c’mon it’s just one itty bitty word, wifey” he grins, trailing a finger on the small of your back, “won’t kill you to say ‘pretty please with a cherry on top’ to the guy who’s about to put his hands all over you”

“that’s more than one word” you grumble, rolling your eyes, despite the fact he can’t see them. “that’s like six or seven, actually” you let your head fall back onto your forearms with a soft thud. “fine. pretty please with a cherry on top, help me put on my sunscreen, pervert.”

“see? that wasn’t so hard” he shifts, leaning over you. his toned arm reaches past your head, shoulder and bicep flexing as his fingers close around your small bottle of spf-fifty sun bum. he lingers for a second, chest hovering just above your head, before he pushes himself back and pops the cap open. the cool lotion lands on your back a second later. his hands are gentle as they spread it over your shoulders and down the curve of your back.

he’s taking his sweet time massaging the sunscreen into your skin. working his way down languidly, thumbs pressing into the muscles on either side of your spine, releasing tension you didn’t even know existed. he lathers the lotion over the swell of your ass, fingers lingering a little too long at the crease of your thighs, and you have to bite your bottom lip to keep from making a sound.

tays-writing

!nerdjo x reader

cw: NSFW. pet play, catboy!nerdjo, light sub/dom, pussy eating, doggy style, creampie, light breeding kink?, pet names (kitty), soft/playful degradation, established relationship.

♡ this is an extra one-shot from the camboy!nerdjo series, but it can be read as a standalone perfectly! ♡

It was a quiet Sunday afternoon when you came back from hanging out with Shoko and found him already waiting for you.

Satoru was sitting on the edge of the bed, hands resting neatly on his thighs. Soft white cat ears sat perfectly on his messy white hair. Around his neck rested a thin plum collar, the small silver bell hanging just below the hollow of his throat, next to the little paw-shaped tag that read “Satoru.” He was already hard in his white boxers, the outline obvious, but he kept his eyes lowered until you stepped closer.

The bell gave a single soft chime when he looked up at you, a pretty flush already spreading across his cheeks.

“Look at you,” you murmured, voice warm. “All dressed up for me.”

You reached out and cupped his face with both hands, thumbs stroking his cheekbones. He leaned into the touch immediately, eyes fluttering half-shut. You tilted his head slightly to the side so the bell shifted and rang once, clear and delicate. Then you tilted it the other way, making it ring again.

“You put everything on by yourself,” you said softly, fingers trailing down the side of his neck until they brushed the collar. You stroked the leather with your fingertips, then rested two fingers against the bell and gave it the lightest push so it chimed again.

“Such a good kitty.”

Satoru made a small, embarrassed sound in the back of his throat. His cock twitched visibly in his boxers.

You smiled and leaned in, pressing a slow kiss to the corner of his mouth, then another to his jaw, then one right over the pulse point just above his collarbone. The bell rang softly every time he shivered.

“You’ve been thinking about this since I suggested it, haven’t you?” you whispered against his skin. “Putting the ears on. Fastening the collar… waiting for me to come find you like this.”

He nodded, barely able to speak.

You pulled back just enough to look at him properly. Your hands slid down his bare chest, slow and deliberate, until they reached the waistband of his boxers. You didn’t pull them down yet. Instead you cupped him through the fabric, feeling how hard and warm he already was, and gave him a single, lazy squeeze.

Satoru’s hips jerked forward with a quiet gasp. The bell rang.

“So eager already,” you teased, still stroking him through the cloth. “And I haven’t even touched you properly yet.”

You stepped back and slowly undressed until you were completely naked. Satoru’s hands tightened on the duvet, clearly fighting to stay still and be good.

You cupped your breasts in front of him, watching his breathing grow heavier.

“Please,” he finally whispered.

“Please what, kitty?”

Satoru’s face went painfully red. He looked away for a second, ears burning.

You stepped closer, caught his chin, and turned him back toward you. “Use your words. Or…” Your smile turned playful. “Maybe you should try something else.”

He stared at you, mortified and getting harder by the second.

You raised an eyebrow, still gently rolling the bell between your fingers so it kept chiming.

“…Meow?” he tried, so quietly it was almost inaudible.

You bit your lip to keep from smiling.

“You can touch me, Toru.”

Satoru didn’t hesitate as much this time. His fingers brushed first against the soft skin of your inner thigh. Then he moved higher, and when his fingertips finally found you, already dripping, a soft, pleased sound left his throat.

You exhaled sharply at the contact, hips shifting forward just a little into his touch.

He watched your face carefully as he pressed two fingers against your folds, sliding them slowly through the slickness.

Then he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean without a hint of shame. His tongue dragged slowly between them, thorough and filthy, eyes half-lidded as he tasted you. A low, quiet hum vibrated in his chest while he licked every trace.

Your hand tightened in his hair, fingers curling against the soft strands as you watched him thoroughly clean his fingers like he couldn’t get enough.

“Still hungry, kitty?” you asked, voice low. “Do you want more?”

He nodded quickly, then seemed to remember he was supposed to use his words.

“Please,” he breathed. “Please, I want more… I want to taste you properly.” His voice was rough, almost desperate, the soft white ears still sitting so sweetly on his head while he begged.

You smiled and gave him a gentle push against the chest. He let himself fall back onto the bed without resistance, the bell chiming softly with the movement.

You climbed up his body until your knees framed his head, hovering just above his face. Satoru’s hands slid under your thighs, holding you open, but you didn’t lower yourself yet. His tongue already darted out, stretching desperately toward you, giving short, frantic little licks into the air.

“Please, baby” he breathed against your skin, voice rough and needy. “Let me taste you… fuck— just a little lower baby, please."

You bit down on your lower lip, watching him strain for you.

“So desperate you’re begging for it with your tongue out,” your voice came out rough. “Such a filthy little kitty.”

He only answered with another desperate stretch of his tongue, almost reaching you this time, eyes dark and pleading. His fingers dug into your thighs, trying to pull you closer.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You finally sank down onto his mouth.

The first drag of his tongue made your breath catch. He licked you like he’d been starving for it—long, wet strokes from entrance to clit, then focused suction that made your hips roll. The little bell rang every time he moved his head. You reached down and stroked the ears while he ate you out, murmuring praise between soft moans.

“That’s it… good kitty. Just like that—Fuck—You’re so good with your mouth.”

He whimpered against you and licked deeper, tongue pushing inside before returning to your clit with messy, eager strokes. You rode his face slowly, grinding down against his mouth, but just before the pleasure could tip over, you lifted yourself off his shiny lips. A thin string of saliva and your slick briefly connected his mouth to you before it broke.

Satoru looked up at you with glassy, dazed eyes, chest rising and falling hard. His lips were wet and slightly swollen. He looked wrecked and confused, like he couldn’t understand why you’d stopped.

You moved down his body just enough to kiss him, slow and deep, tasting yourself on his tongue. He made a soft, needy sound into your mouth. When you pulled back, you brushed your thumb over his bottom lip.

“Get up, Toru.”

He obeyed without question, sitting up and then standing beside the bed.

You crawled forward on your hands and knees until you were near the edge of the mattress, arching your back just enough to present yourself. Then you looked at him over your shoulder.

“I want my pathetic pet to fuck me,” you said, voice sweet “Is that what you are, aren’t you, Toru?”

Satoru’s breath hitched. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of you on all fours, looking back at him over your shoulder.

“Fuck… yes,” he whimpered. “I am. I’m a pathetic little pet.”

He pushed his boxers down and positioned himself behind you, one hand gripping your hip while the other guided himself between your legs. The head of his cock dragged through your soaked folds, smearing precum and your own wetness.

“Then fuck me like one,” you said. “Come on, Toru. Fuck your owner like the desperate little pet you are.”

He finally pushed in slowly, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt. Both of you exhaled at the same time. You clenched around him, the familiar stretch making your breath catch. No matter how many times he’d been inside you, he was still fucking huge.

“Shit—” he whimpered, forehead dropping between your shoulder blades.

You pushed back against him, moaning.

“That’s it. Stuffing your owner so full already.” You clenched around him on purpose and felt him twitch. “Now fuck me properly. Breed me like the pathetic kitty in heat you are.”

Satoru let out a wrecked sound and started moving, hips snapping forward in deep, eager thrusts.

“Harder,” you ordered, pushing back to meet every thrust. “Come on, Satoru… fill me up. That’s what you want, isn’t it? To pump me full until it’s dripping out of me.”

He moaned loudly, nodding against your skin, fucking you harder, the little silver bell chiming constantly with how roughly he was moving.

“That’s my good pet,” you moaned, dropping to your elbows so he could go even deeper. “Look at you… fucking me with your little ears on and your collar ringing. You sound so pretty.”

Satoru’s rhythm faltered for a second. A broken, needy sound left his throat.

“I love you,” he gasped, almost like he couldn’t help saying it. “I love you so much—”

“I love you too, baby,” you answered immediately, pushing back to meet his next thrust.

He kept going, hips snapping forward harder now, the wet sound of skin meeting skin loud in the room. One of his hands slid around your hip and found your clit, rubbing it in fast, perfect circles while he fucked you deep.

Your whole body jolted. A broken, high-pitched sound tore out of your throat as your arms almost gave out.

“F-fuck— Satoru—!” you choked, hips jerking uncontrollably against his fingers.

The pleasure hit too sharp, too fast. You couldn’t hold it. Within seconds you were coming hard, thighs shaking, cunt clenching tight around him in strong, pulsing waves as a messy cry left your mouth.

His thrusts turned desperate. A high, wrecked moan tore out of him as he came hard, burying himself as deep as he could go, cock pulsing inside you.

Satoru stayed buried inside you, chest pressed to your back, pressing soft, trembling kisses along your spine while his hands stroked gently over your hips. He waited until your breathing started to even out before he slowly pulled out.

You clenched once around nothing, then deliberately relaxed, letting him watch as his cum slowly started to drip out of you.

Satoru made a low, stunned sound.

“…Oh my god.”

You smiled, still a little breathless, clearly pleased with how well your provocation had worked. Slowly, you turned onto your back. Satoru followed immediately, settling over you, careful not to crush you with his weight.

You reached up, hooked two fingers under the thin plum collar, and pulled him down into a kiss. The little silver bell chimed softly as he leaned in. The kiss was slower this time, full of the leftover intensity from what you’d just done. You arched up into him, then slid your arms around his back, palms stroking slowly over the warm skin there while he melted against you.

When he finally pulled back, his cheeks were still flushed.

“…Did you like it?” he asked quietly, almost shy again now that the heat had settled.

You reached up and gently touched one of the soft white ears, stroking it between your fingers with a small smile.

“I loved it,” you murmured. “I told you you’d look even cuter than usual.” You paused, eyes gleaming with mischief. “We should engrave my number on the little tag next time… and take you out for a walk.”

Satoru’s face went bright red. He let out a flustered little sound and dropped his forehead against yours.

“…You’re mean.” he whispered.

You just grinned.

“And you’re still wearing the ears, kitty.”

He pouted, and then, with the dignity of a man who had absolutely none left, he carefully reached up and removed the ears, placing them on the nightstand like they were a dangerous piece of evidence.

But the collar around his neck jingled softly when he moved, and you burst out laughing.

Satoru groaned and pulled the sheets over both of your heads, hiding from your teasing—and apparently from the fact that he had willingly worn the collar in the first place.

SURPRISE!!!!!!! I love him so so much. Not that this is news to anyone by now. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it!!

Reblogs are so appreciated! ♡

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pillsatoru

begging spider-man! gojo to use his webs on you ⊹ ࣪ ˖

You never meant to accidentally walk in on your boyfriend like this. The suit was tight around his skin, at least of what was left of it. Until now, you were oblivious to his separate life.

“Sweets.” His voice quivered, terrified of your reaction.

This wasn’t how he wanted you to find out. With him half naked and beat up with his blue suit on the ground torn to shreds. Then, it all suddenly clicked. The way his lean build suddenly turned into one of a gym bro, his lack of glasses, or the way he had more stamina during sex when he could barely even go past one round.

Even as he explained everything to you and apologized for not telling you sooner, you couldn’t even focus. Because one thing you’ve been wanting to try out in bed was to be tied up. But the thought of rope scratching at your skin made the whole fantasy iffy for you.

With his webs, it’d be more comfortable, right?

“Didn’t know you were this freaked out.” Satoru said from behind you, caressing your bare back softly. “Wish I told you way before if I had known about your little wet dreams.” He grabbed onto both your arms, putting them behind your back. With a flick of his wrist, webs shot out, landing right on your wrists. The substance was sticky, making it incredibly difficult to pull apart. You bit back a smile that was wanting to creep up on your face, looking behind your shoulder to see the way your boyfriend was red in the face.

He was obviously into this too.

“Shit..” He panted, slurping at your cunt. “I regret not hah, not tying you to the bed frame. You’re squirming too much baby.” His hands were gripping hard onto your thighs, dragging you closer to his mouth. “Am I?” You grinned, trying your best to break free from the webs so he could do it all over again.

Satoru delivered a spank right onto your right ass cheek, his words coming out muffled no thanks to his face drowning in you. “Stop moving.” His tongue licked stripes up to your clit, writing out his initials with it.

Your moans eventually got louder after he inserted two fingers into you, curling just right. “Sweets, I’m serious.. Quiet down, we don’t want another warning.” Not even last week had the neighbors filed a report on you both because of the pornographic noises and the bed banging onto the wall. “I’m sorry..” You sobbed, continuing to squirm under him.

With a sigh, Satoru pulled away from your pussy, carefully turning you over. He placed his lips on yours in a firm kiss before shooting his webs right on your mouth.

“That will shut you up.”

musingsofabookishmind

nerd!jo hitting it raw for the first time

warning: mature themes

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"you- you want me to what..?" he stammered, taking a peek at the way his cock instantly hardened underneath you at your preposition, nervously pushing the rim of his glasses back up as he chewed on his bottom lip.

"you heard me, baby~ I want you to hit it raw," you repeat, grinning down at him with a cheshire-cat smile as you hooked your arms around his neck, teasingly grinding down your hips against his own, grin growing wider at the hitch of his breath, absolutely loving the fact that he was super reactive, "it'll be so much better than with a condom, don't you think?" you coo, grinding turning more firm as you raised your hips up ever so slightly, beginning to align yourself to him, knowing he wouldn't be able to resist saying no now that you were so, so close.

"I...I uh.." he murmured, hesitant at first but as you aligned your dripping cunt with his tip, all of his resolve broke, hands immediately gripping around the span of your waist as you began to go down, down, down and right onto him, whimpering as your soft, velvety walls took him in so good, able to feel every flutter of your walls tightening around him, sucking him in inch per inch, now suddenly grateful that that thin slip of plastic was no longer a barrier between the two of you.

"sweetheart-hngh- it.. it feels so good..." head dropping onto your shoulder as his body began to quiver,

wait. was he already cumming-

but you didn't even have time to fully ask yourself the question, eyes widening in surprise as he came undone right then and there, hot, sticky ropes of his seed oozing slightly out of you as he sighed, cheeks heating up in red hot embarrassment as the realization that he had cum five minutes, and with you not even moving at that, washed over him,

"oh gosh- 'm so sorry baby... you just- you felt so good and I couldn't help myself.." he whined, nuzzling into the crook of your neck in an attempt to possibly salvage his dignity.

"there's no need to apologize baby, I mean.. I knew you were basically a virgin but to this degree?" you chuckled to yourself, obviously still surprised as to the turn of events before shrugging, "it's not like it matters anyway because if you think we were stopping five minutes in, I obviously still have a lot to teach you." you finish, grin back on your face as your hips began setting a slow albeit deep pace, feeling his cock already beginning to harden inside you all over again as he groaned into your neck, hands clutching at your waist as if his life depended on it,

my, my, was this going to be fun

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a.n: I promise I'm still working on part two of jealousy, jealousy 😭 my mind just got side tracked

DO NOT ENTER MY WORK INTO ANY AI PLATFORMS AND GIVE CREDIT WHEN IT'S DUE.

12amcaveeine

We could’ve had Clanhead Gojo but no 🫩

shibuyafiles

gojo satoru makes use of the heatwave.

genre: smut / light fluff

satoru returned from the store. his self-control did not make the trip.

a tub of premium, vanilla bean ice cream.

the plastic bag rustled as satoru set it down on the kitchen counter. it was the good kind, the one that was more cream than air, because satoru was not a heathen.

he picked up the bottle of thick, gooey chocolate syrup next. the kind that was refrigerated and came in a squeeze bottle, for... precision, yes.

he gave it a little shake, smirking at himself in the reflection of the microwave door.

last item now. a bag of colorful, chewy frozen mochi bites, in flavors of strawberry, mango and matcha. because obviously he needed a texture contrast, and a backup plan if the ice cream melted too fast.

which, he knew it would.

gojosamor

drunk in love

satoru gojo x reader. girls night is both satoru gojo’s least and most favorite night of the month.

warnings! 18+ mdni! p in v, squirting, doggy style, missionary. gojo loves youuu. shit is filthy.

note : second (kinda) drabble. gulp.

wc : 2.7k

“angel? i’m home!” gojo’s voice was heard throughout the apartment along with the heavy sound of your front door closing.

“in the room!” you called back out from the large bathroom in your en suite. various makeup products lined the dual sink of your shared space, all an essential element in your routine to look your absolute best for girls night.

“i’m sorry i'm so late. you won’t believe how bad this goddamn mission went. ijichi’s getting exorcised after this—“ your boyfriend paused mid sentence after walking through your bedroom’s door, standing in the entrance of the bathroom. you turned to look at him once you didn’t hear his voice continue on with his rant.

piercing blue eyes not occulted by his usual headband laid heavy on you, looking up and down at you with a gaze that you distinctly recognized as hungry. you smiled at the white-haired man brightly, attempting to ignore how he was clearly checking you out with a signature starved smile he reserved only for you.

“hi, baby! i’m sorry the mission went south, tell me more about it?” you turned back to the mirror, continuing with the finishing touches to your makeup look. your lips pursed slightly in concentration as you blended out any harsh lines of your eyeliner and waterline, the smoky, sultry look you were going for seemed to be successful after hours of diligently following a tiktok tutorial.

you saw your boyfriend finally push off from the doorframe to step right behind you, his hands coming up to rest on your hips that were adorned by a lacy, black mini dress. it was perfectly tight and short, resting well above mid thigh.

”y’know what? fuck the whole mission, baby. it went amazing, no need for me to explain. you on the other hand, where’ya going all dolled up like this, hmm?” his breath ghosted your shoulder as he leaned down and into you, lips closing in to place a warm kiss on the curve. his hands began rubbing up and down the fabric of the sides of your dress, leaving a tingling trail that you fought to ignore. it was proving difficult once his lips strayed from your shoulder and journeyed into the slope of your neck.

“toru, remember i told you i was going out with the girls tonight? it’s the second weekend of the month, you know we always go out,” your voice wavered near the end of your sentence as your man’s kisses went from barely innocent to wet, open mouthed kisses. you were trying your hardest to continue applying your lip combo, finishing the look with a shiny gloss. you absolutely loved when he got like this. he’d become so attention starved and lacked the ability to focus on anything but you. although you would usually indulge satoru’s (and your own) needs, you were serious about being considerate of shoko and utahime’s time.

you gasped at the feeling of satoru’s rock hard erection pressing into the back of your thigh, the heat and print evident through the fabric of his pants, “of course, pretty girl, how could i forget? you always get ready and leave me alone with nothing but this to deal with,” he murmured, hips twitching slightly to emphasize exactly what he was referring to.

“don’t be dramatic, toru. you know i always take care of you when i get home,” you responded in a sweet voice, bringing your hand up and behind you to cup his pale cheek, looking at him with what you though was a loving look, until you heard and felt your boyfriend’s deep groan vibrate into your neck, along with his hands that had now traveled to the front of your dress, toying with the hem on your thighs.

”don’t look at me like that, angel. those fuckin’ eyes of yours are driving me crazy,” he seemed to finally snap and grab your hips tightly, turning you around quickly to face him. you didn’t have time to react before he was letting go to pluck the open gloss and applicator wand from your fingers, nice enough to properly close and seal the product before his hands came back up to cup your jaw. “so, so, beautiful, baby,” he whispered before leaning in to press a wet kiss on your glossy lips. his hands angled your face up to his, forcing you to reciprocate his love. not that you’d ever reject his kisses.

“mmph, toru—“ you tried to get the words out, but his lips pressed even harder against your own, words gasped out between smooches, “they’ll be—here—mm—a-any min—minute.”

your hands came up to close around his own that rested on your face, hoping the touch would snap him out of his hungry state. it seemed to only rile him up, however, as his thigh moved to slip between your own plush thighs, dress riding up to forcefully make room for your now slightly spread legs. you let out a small squeak as his muscular thigh pressed perfectly against your throbbing clit, covered by lacy, black fabric. although it felt like one of your toughest missions to this date, you knew if you didn’t get the situation under control, you either wouldn’t make it out tonight or you were about to traumatize your friends.

you brought your fingers to run through white strands for a moment before you tugged at them, the action causing satoru to pull away from you only enough for you to speak, “c’mon, baby. i have to fix my lips now. can you grab my new heels, pretty please?”

your hand moved to wipe your nude lipstick that had transferred onto his lips, his mouth puckering to peck your thumb as you did so. he finally and reluctantly stepped back once you finished, not before swatting your ass when you turned back to the mirror to re-apply your lip gloss. he snickered at your yelp, “toru!” before walking out and into your walk-in closet to grab the shoes he knew you were referring to. sleek, tall loboutins that he had bought you a random afternoon this week as a surprise.

you finally exited the bathroom to see him waiting already for you near the bed, his hand patting an empty space for you to take a seat. you followed his directions, sitting on the luxurious comforter. he then kneeled before you with the heels in his hands, bringing your right foot up to slide the heel on. once he was done with the first, he placed a sweet peck to your ankle, doing the exact same process with the other. before he could go any further with his affection, you heard a knock at the door, signaling your friends’ arrival.

“just a minute!” you called out, standing to your now increased height, moving around to spritz your favorite perfume and grab your purse. satoru simply sat on the bed with a pout and watched you intently. his erection hadn’t gone down for a single moment since he first laid eyes on you.

”thank you, baby. i’ll be back later, okay?” you walked back up to him and pecked his cheek innocently, pulling back giving him a sultry smile you knew he’d love, “wait up for me,” you winked and ran out of the room, leaving behind your boyfriend who let out a loud groan at your sexy expression.

the next couple hours were about to feel like an eternity.

“t-toru, right th-ere!” you moaned out loudly and shamelessly, your senses completely overwhelmed by your sorcerer boyfriend. he had you kneeling with your legs spread as wide as possible on the couch cushions, bent over the arm. your feet were up, heels locked behind his thighs to keep him pressed inside you as much as deeply as possible. his clothed chest was pressed to your back, dress pulled over your plump ass just enough for him to slip inside and be able to watch it bounce back against him. his arms were resting on either side of yours that were gripping the leather arm of the couch. your head was thrown back against his shoulder, allowing him to closely listen to any and all noises you’d let out.

“so perfect, baby. fuck, been waiting hours to feel this tight cunt around my cock. felt like you were gone forever. did you make me wait longer on purpose, angel? wanted to see just how needy i could get?” his deep, sultry voice in your ear had you keening, unable to do anything but take his sharp, hard thrusts into you. the noises you were both making were absolutely obscene, wet squelches echoing throughout the dark living room along with a combination of grunts and high pitched moans.

satoru hadn’t even waited for you to make it to the bedroom once you made it back from dinner and drinks, instantly pouncing on you and taking you right in the first room of your shared apartment.

“c’mon, baby, answer me. did you—“ he pulled his hips back enough for his thick length to almost slip completely out of your dripping hole, teasingly leaving in his weeping tip, “do it—“ he slammed back in roughly, making you let out a scream, eyes rolling back, “on purpose?” he resumed his hard, fast thrusts.

“n-no! i—fuck! wanted to come b-back to you, toru! miss—missed you so much!” you wailed, turning your head to the side to look at him. your jaw was slackened, unable to keep in any noises. not that you’d want to—you knew how much satoru loved when you were loud, confirming just how much you loved him and his cock.

“you’re such a dream, angel. missed you too, never want to let you out of my sight,” he responded, thrusts becoming somehow faster as he leaned in to kiss you sloppily, finally free to ruin your lipstick without a care in the world. your lips would connect for a moment before you were moaning into each other’s mouths, though you never separated far. it was like you were each other’s oxygen, needing to breathe each other in to survive

“m’so close, toru!” your eyebrows were furrowed as you pulled back enough to speak, a strand of saliva connecting your lips to his own, “more! n-need more, please!” you sobbed, unsure of what more you were exactly asking for. however, having the strongest as your lover meant he somehow knew exactly the push you needed to send you over the edge. his arm moved to wrap around your neck, essentially placing you in a headlock. he leaned back and pulled you with him, bringing you both into a praying position. your hands came up to dig your nails into his bicep and forearm, high pitched moans leaving your parted lips when his other arm came around to rub circles on your puffy, aching clit. you felt as if you were floating, euphoria completely transcending you into an abyss you never wanted to leave.

satoru let out a deep groan at the feeling of your walls tightening around him, signaling your impending orgasm. “s-so tight, baby. cum for me, angel. i know you want to let go. you know i’d never deny you, so do it, cum all over this cock,” he breathed out against the side of your face, placing sloppy kisses on your jaw and cheek. the words alone sent you hurdling over the edge, slack jawed and eyes crossing in pleasure as you felt your peak overtake you, gushing out clear liquid that ran down his balls that were slapping against your ass, dripping all the way down your thighs and essentially ruining the sofa.

you let out a scream of pleasure, satoru’s name barely understood through your continuous wails. he kept fucking you through your orgasm, barely able to hold back his own once he felt just how much liquid you were pouring at his thrusts. you were barely blinking back to life when you suddenly found yourself on your back, feeling the soft comforter underneath you. you knew you were now in your bedroom. your dress was completely gone, leaving your naked body to arch off the bed as you were sent into a state of overstimulation.

“t-toru? did you just t-teleport?” you stuttered out, hands coming up to now run over his bare abdomen, trailing up to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down to press against your front.

”needed to watch your pretty face cum with me, angel. you can give me one more, right?” he angled his hips downward to ensure his pelvis was grinding his happy trail against your clit, causing you to flinch hard.

”dunno if i can cum again, toru!” you panted out. his hand shot down to grab the back of your knee, bringing it up to open you up wider to his cock’s abuse. you whined at the combination of the stretch plus the way his hair was rubbing deliciously against your swollen nub.

“i know you can, pretty girl. tell me what you need and i’ll do it. fuck, i’d do anything you asked me to. you’re my life,” his thrusts grew sloppier as he neared his own peak.

“closer, toru!” you moaned, feeling the tightening of your lower stomach coil rapidly at his sweet words.

he grabbed your ankle to bring it over his shoulder, then wrapped his arms around your back and middle to press your entire body against him, tits pressed firmly to his hard chest, your clit rubbing all over his lower abdomen. the feeling of his hot body against yours, arms wrapped securely around you and lifting your upper body off the bed while his cockhead jabbed against your g-spot was enough to have you gripping his hair to press his mouth against yours, slanting your lips over his to press a filthy kiss on his own.

not even a moment later, you were squirting clear fluid all over his pelvis, abs, the bed, everywhere. the headboard was slamming against the wall, but it was no comparison to your high pitched scream of his name plus satoru’s loud moans as he felt your walls squeeze him impossibly tight, milking his cock entirely. the pornographic noises of your pussy squelching around him and the wet slaps of skin against skin rang throughout the room. the moment he felt the first bit of liquid hit his abdomen, he was cumming hard, unable to do anything but let his milky seed drip out of your hole and continue fucking you both through your highs. your face was a sight to behold; sultry eyes that he loved so much were scrunched shut, head thrown back with your hair splayed perfectly around you, mouth open in a perfect ‘o,’ he was hypnotized. he was unsure how long you were both letting ecstasy wash over you, but it felt like a lifetime.

he finally slowed his pace before stopping completely, hearing your whimpers of overstimulation. your eyes were locked on his, eyebrows still slightly pinched as your tongue darted out to wet your lips. your skin was glistening with sweat, chest heaving from exertion just as his did the same. satoru felt his cock twitch at the sight, unable to fathom just how perfectly angelic you were. hence, your nickname.

he allowed your leg to slip off his shoulder, the appendage shaking as he brought it down to rest. you both let out breathy laughs at the sight, looking at each other with pure devotion and adoration. you felt your chest tighten with post-coital bliss, your fingers in gojo’s hair bringing his face closer to your own, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. he instantly reciprocated, both of you in a bubble of love.

which is why, when he suddenly felt your shaky legs come up to press against his sides, suddenly flipping you both over so that you were now on top of him, he was caught off guard. he understood the moment he sensed cursed energy flow through the room that you were restoring your strength to keep going. he looked up to see your angel face turned devilishly hungry, hands gripping his own to press them next to his head and into the mattress. his cock instantly hardened at the sight.

“now, i told you i’d take care of you once i got home, didn’t i?”

aesposas

᧔ 五条悟 ❤︎ riding nerdjo ᧓

𐚁 ₊˚ʚ c.w | smut :: cowgirl :: hair pulling :: swearing :: coming inside :: praise .

SATORU’S HEAD falls back against the pillows, his glasses slipping down his nose, but he was way to focused on you right now to fix them.

His hands grip your hips tightly, his eyes fixated on the way your body moved on his cock. “Feels so good..” he muttered, you roll your hips as he thrusted up into you, your hands braced on his chest.

One hand moves up, cupping your breast, squeezing it gently, watching them move with each thrust. He sits up, his lips latching onto your nipple, running his tongue over it, glancing up at you through the top of his glasses.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling gently, your head tipped back, your moans filling the room. “Fuck.. im gonna..” your breath hitched, your walls clamping around him as he thrusted into you.

Your body shuddering against his, as you reached your climax, your nails digging into his shoulders hard enough to leave red marks beneath your touch. He keeps up his movements, drawing out your orgasm, moans continually falling from your lips. Your head drops to his shoulder as he continued pounding up into you, reaching his own orgasm.

He falls back against the pillows again, his eyes squeezing shut behind his glasses as his thrusts became more uncontrolled. A deep groan strained from his throat as he kept himself deep inside of you, filling you with his release.

His cock starts to soften inside you before he pulls it out, your body collapses against his chest. His arms immediately wrapping around you, placing a kiss on your head. “You did so good..” he breathed out, running his fingers through your hair soothingly.

tays-writing

!nerdjo x reader

Your boyfriend cannot call you a slut without having a full mental breakdown. You make him do it anyway.

cw: NSFW. reluctant dirty talk, blowjob, throat fucking, cum swallowing, humor, fluff & smut.

cr: inkyck on ig

“You’re a fucking little—”

Satoru’s hand flew up to cover his face so fast his glasses nearly went flying. His ears were already red and the rest of him was rapidly catching up.

“Baby, I can’t.” The words came out muffled against his palm in a mortified groan.

Satoru Gojo — top of the physics department, future Nobel hopeful, the guy who still used highlighters color-coded by topic difficulty, and the softest, most hopelessly whipped boyfriend on campus — was currently having a full-blown crisis of character while the most popular girl in three different friend groups sucked his soul out through his dick.

You were on your knees between his spread legs on his dorm bed, lips still wet and shiny, looking up at him with the most devastatingly confident expression a person mid-blowjob could possibly manage. His hard cock rested against your lower lip, twitching traitorously every time you spoke.

You blinked slowly. Then you smiled that same smile that had half the campus wrapped around your finger.

“You can,” you said sweetly, wrapping one hand around the base of his cock and bringing the flushed head right to your mouth. You dragged the tip slowly across your tongue, back and forth, tasting the precum that was already beading there. “You’re supposed to be the smartest guy in the whole physics department, Toru. You can manage to say some filth.”

Satoru peeked at you through his fingers. Those impossibly blue eyes were wide behind his slightly askew glasses, looking like a deer about to get absolutely wrecked.

“I— I can do equations in my head,” he muttered. “I cannot call my girlfriend a… a… that.”

His free hand hovered uselessly near your hair, fingers twitching like he wanted to touch but didn’t trust himself not to stroke it gently instead of yank.

“Come on.” You tilted your head so your hair spilled over one shoulder, then leaned in and slowly dragged the flat of your tongue up the underside of his cock from base to tip. “Grab it. Pull a little.”

He made a sound that was half moan, half dying animal. He finally settled his hand in your hair, but the grip was so careful it was basically a caress.

“Satoru.” You frowned at him.

“Fuck— okay, okay— you’re… you’re a very enthusiastic— No. You’re a fucking little—” he started again, determined this time, only for the rest of the sentence to die in a strangled noise when you took just the head into your mouth and sucked hard and slow, eyes locked on his. Your tongue worked under the tip, filthy and deliberate, while your hand stroked the rest of him, slick with spit. You didn’t go deeper. You just kept that tight, wet pressure on the most sensitive part and waited, challenging him to actually follow through.

“—shit. Shit. Baby— that’s not fair, you know I can’t think when you do that.”

You pulled off with a wet, filthy pop, strings of spit connecting your lips to the flushed head of his cock. You rested your chin on his thigh and looked up at him with deliberate, teasing innocence. The kind of look that belonged to someone who knew exactly how good she looked on her knees in a university dorm room, while her boyfriend—the same boyfriend who still got flustered when you sat on his lap—tried desperately not to combust.

“Hair,” you reminded him gently, reaching up to guide his other hand to the back of your head. “And throat. And dirty talk. You promised you’d actually try tonight. Not just panic and call me an angel again.”

“I’m trying, baby, I promise,” he said weakly. His fingers threaded carefully through your hair, more petting than gripping, like he was stroking a particularly beloved cat instead of preparing to fuck your face. The contrast between the careful touch and the way his cock was now fully hard, flushed, and shiny with your spit was almost comical.

“That’s not trying, Satoru,” you said, voice already a little rough. “That’s petting me like I’m some cute plushie. I asked you to grab my hair and fuck my throat. So either do it, or I’m going to keep teasing you until you actually snap.”

“Fuck—fuck, okay—” He was breathing hard now, chest rising and falling under his sweater. “You’re such a—such a good girl, taking me so deep, Christ—wait, that’s soft again. You’re a—you’re a filthy little thing who likes choking on my cock. Is that better? Did that sound okay? It felt weird coming out of my mouth.”

You hummed encouragingly and took him deeper until the head of his cock nudged the back of your throat. His breath hitched into a high, broken sound that was pure Satoru. His fingers tightened in your hair for half a second — real pressure, real grip.

He groaned.

“You’re so good for me. My good girl. You could have anyone and still you’re here, choking on the nerd’s dick. Fuck. That sounded possessive. Is possessive allowed? I feel like possessive is allowed.”

You nodded, sucking him harder.

“Fuck—baby—fuck—” His voice cracked again. “You’re so good. So fucking good for me. Taking every inch like you were made for it. Such a fucking little—slut.”

The second the words left him you moaned around him. Low and real, the vibration going straight through his dick. Your eyes fluttered for a second and you took him deeper on purpose, throat relaxing around the head like you were rewarding him for finally saying it.

Satoru made a broken sound, hips jerking once before he could stop them.

“Oh— fuck— you liked that?” His voice cracked. His fingers finally tightened properly in your hair, not careful anymore. “You— you actually liked that. Shit. Okay. Okay.”

He started moving your head himself.

Not hard at first — still a little hesitant, still clearly fighting himself — but deeper. Steady. Using the grip on your hair to pull you down until your nose brushed his stomach, then letting you up just enough to breathe before doing it again. Every time the head of his cock dragged over the back of your throat you moaned around him, wet and low, and the sound made his hips jerk harder than he meant to.

“Fuck— look at you,” he breathed, voice rough and almost disbelieving. “The same girl everyone stares at in the dining hall and you’re on your knees taking my cock like a fucking slut. Made for this. Made to choke on me.”

You moaned again, louder this time, eyes watering as he pushed deeper. Spit ran down your chin in thick strings. Your thighs pressed together instinctively.

Satoru’s breathing was getting messier by the second.

“You like it when I say that, don’t you?” He thrust a little harder, still not fully rough but no longer careful. “You like being my filthy little thing. Looking up at me with those eyes while I use your throat. Fuck— you’re so wet for this, aren’t you? I can tell. You’re dripping just from having my cock in your mouth.”

You couldn’t answer with words, so you did the next best thing.

Your hand slid down between your legs, under your skirt, and you touched yourself right there on your knees with his dick buried in your throat. The second your fingers found your clit you moaned hard around him — open, desperate, the vibration going straight through his cock — and Satoru completely lost it.

“Oh my god— are you— are you touching yourself?” His voice cracked into something high and wrecked. His grip tightened in your hair and his hips started moving properly now, short, deep thrusts that made wet, filthy sounds every time he bottomed out. “You’re touching yourself while I fuck your throat. Jesus Christ. You’re such a dirty fucking slut. My dirty cockslut. Taking it so well and getting yourself off on it—”

He was babbling now, half dirty talk, half overwhelmed genius who couldn’t process how hot this was. His thrusts got faster, less controlled. You kept rubbing yourself in time with him, fingers slick, moaning every time he pushed deep enough to make you gag.

“Fuck— fuck, baby, I’m— I can’t—” Satoru’s rhythm stuttered hard. “You’re gonna make me come. You’re touching yourself and moaning around my cock and I can’t— shit—”

He shoved deep one last time and held you there, cock pulsing hard against your tongue as he came down your throat with a broken, high sound that was pure Satoru. Thick pulses of come that you swallowed around him while your own orgasm hit almost at the same time — sharp and sudden, thighs shaking, a long muffled moan vibrating around his cock while you kept rubbing yourself through it.

Satoru finally loosened his grip like he’d just woken up from a fever dream. He pulled you off gently, hands shaking, and stared down at you with completely ruined blue eyes — glasses fogged, face scarlet, sweater still on, looking like he’d committed a crime against physics itself.

You licked your lips, still catching your breath, fingers still between your legs.

“…I can’t believe I just did that” he whispered, voice completely gone.

You smiled up at him, wrecked and satisfied.

“You did perfect, Toru.”

He covered his face with both hands and groaned like he was dying.

“I’m never recovering from this. I said ‘slut’ three times,” he whispered, sounding both horrified and oddly proud. “And ‘cockslut.’ And I held you down. I actually held you down on my dick and said filthy things.”

You grinned, wiping the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand.

“You did. And it was hot.”

“It felt illegal. Like I was violating some fundamental law of the universe.”

“It was requested,” you reminded him. “And you’re getting better. Next time maybe we’ll get past the panic phase faster.”

He laughed, soft and breathless, and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear with the same careful fingers that had just held you down on his cock.

“I still like calling you baby better” he admitted, voice dropping into that warm, private register that always made your chest ache.

You kissed the tip of his nose. “I know. But I like choking on your cock while you call me a slut.”

Satoru made a wounded noise and buried his face in your neck.

“You’re actually going to kill your soft, nerdy, hopelessly awkward boyfriend with pure filth.”

“That’s the plan,” you said cheerfully, carding your fingers through his ridiculous white hair. “Death by blowjob and slow corruption. Very on-brand for the physics genius who still blushes when I sit on his lap in the library.”

He groaned into your skin, but you could feel him smiling.

“Next time I’ll do better. I promise.”

You believed him.

Even if “better” still sounded a lot like love.

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seitosh

men who talk dirty, in the most arrogant way. 18+

“yeah, i know, baby”

his voice reverberated against your whimpers, possessing a soft lilt to his husky tone. his lips ran its course on your pussy. not even eating you out, just a damn tease.

his lower lip dragged itself, tracing your flushed folds. your wetness smeared on his lips. he pressed the gentlest, firmest kiss on to your throbbing cunt.

your hips lifted, just a little to meet with his mouth again but all he did was let out a chuckle at your desperation. “now, now, let’s be patient, alright?”

“spread your legs a bit more. can you do that for me, baby?” he blew a cold gush of soft air directly on to your clit, making you gasp, complying instinctively with his request.

he straightened himself up, away from your pussy, and tugged his trousers down— unveiling his thick, robust and undeniably hard of a cock, smeared with pre-cum on the pinkish tip.

prominent veins decorated his cock. the entirety of it was bruised a regal shade of purple and blue, purely from restraint, agony of not penetrating the pretty hole.

one hand of his wrapped itself around the base, slowly jerking it up and down sensually, coating his girth with the pre-cum from his. his other hand had adjusted his hair, pushing the wet strands of hair back. “look at me, baby. see what you do to me, sweetheart?”

“you’ve got your man so damn fucked, huh. doesn’t happen that often” you could truly see it, his face flushed, crimson injecting itself in to him, as blood was coursing to his head with profuse intensity.

his canine bit into his lower lip as he slightly lowered himself to you, a spread of his torrid tempered hand lay on your red marked thighs while his knees pressed on to the mattress’ softness.

the tip of his cock maliciously kissed your ready hole, only a little, not entering like you had desired for. his hold on his cock tightened as he vehemently guided it up and down your raw pussy.

your juices coated his length as his tip steered through your cunt, drenching on the mess, thrusting between your folds.

one hand of his had pinned your thigh around his waist while the other was too lascivious, shamelessly spread your pussy lips apart with his thumb and index fingers. “hm, yeah, look at her. so wet for my cock. yeah, makes so much sense, doesn’t it baby?” he raises one of his eyebrows while a smirk graces his wintry face. “so damn wet for me. nothing new though”

he was so egotistical, especially now seeing the condition you were in. cheeks burning with an impaling desire, mouth parted to whine and moan, cunt wet enough to completely deep throat him.

his cock, still idly dousing itself with your wetness in a cadenced pattern, a rhythm curated by him only. one that had a burning contact of skin on skin but deprived you of pleasure.

and as if he couldn’t get any more cocky— he slowly dragged his meat from your succulent hole to your lonely clitorus bud as he repeatedly slapped it, then, slowly nudged on it. the slit of his tip incessantly nudging around your clit had you instantaneously moaning his name in stutters. “i know, the dick’s too good huh?”

he was stimulating your pussy so well. consistently dragging the head of his cock between your labia, arrogantly chuckling every time you moaned in dire need. “fuck yeah, want me so bad don’t you? of course you do. why wouldn’t you?”

he had mockingly put it inside but slipped out of quick, a fake pout formed on his face. “shit– oops sorry, can’t put it in, cutie. it’s too big for you. what should we do? hm?” he feigned a sad look while teasing your entrance. how annoying.

“g-god, you’re so full of yourself” you, somehow, muttered through your gritted teeth which had earned a chuckle from him.

“mhm. and now, you are about to be as well”

this is so corny. im sorry everyone

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