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SATORU GOJO - smut (2)
walk him like a dog | @lilithkleia
nerd!jo solving a rubix cube while you edge him ⭐️ | lilithkleia
can't talk rn my mouth's gagged with her panties | lilithkleia
bully!gojo | @voxslut3434
bully!gojo tutoring you | voxslut3434
bully!gojo finds out you love praise | voxslut3434
husband!gojo & his lactation kink | chosayi
morning sex | @gojocrush 📖
cruel man | @grenadehearts 📖
computa! (ft geto) | @iheartsukunaq
undercut | @introloves
he isn't afraid of begging | @jaaazy
caught! ⭐️ | @kkunai 📖
riding gojo in his car | @misssremy 📖
hate fucking | @neossence
he got ragebaited...by himself? | @opiodistic 📖
three times truth or dare got heated | @realcube 📖
his eyes glow when he's pussy drunk? | @rengoatku 📖
new fidget toy | @satofuu 📖
what will our kid look like? (suggestive) | @satoruined
play fight | @slutla 📖
only if you beg ⭐️ | syubseokie
happy trail | @valbkg
replica -> pt 2 | @veilist
streamer!gojo | @whatsernamekei
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Crazy gf!reader changing bio to ‘single’ after Boyfriend!Sukuna doesn’t reply to a text immediately
The door slams open.
“What the fuck is your problem? I didn’t respond for one fucking hour, and suddenly we’re done?” he asks, irritated beyond hell. He drops his heavy duffel bag on the floor and comes to sit behind you on the sofa. You’re lying on your stomach on the carpet, painting your nails. You don’t reply. He rolls his eyes and nudges your thigh with his foot. “Don’t ignore me, you stupid, pain in my ass. Put ‘Sukuna’s girl’ back in your bio. Now.”
Blankly, you turn to look at him. A challenging brow is cocked up. “Or what?”
Sukuna’s eye twitches.
“Look, idiot, I would have texted back if I had my phone on me. You know I didn’t. I’ve got nothing to apologise for, so if that’s what you’re waiting for, you’ve got another thing coming. Now delete it, or I might start thinking we really are broken up, in which case I won’t be held accountable for the things I do.”
An eerie silence takes over. You put the nail polish down and sit up. Quietly, you mumble, “...so you hate me.”
With a blank stare, he watches you wrap your hands around your neck and squeeze hard. Gurgling sounds escape into the air as you writhe on the floor, moving like a drying-out fish. Sukuna pinches the bridge of his nose. “Quit it. I’m serious. You look constipated.”
“Shut…up,” you wheeze out. “I’m -hah- dy…ing.”
Impatiently, he pulls your hands away by the wrists, like you’re a misbehaving toddler who’s just picked up dog shit. “Enough.”
Realising the act isn’t working, you pause for a second, and he knows from that look in your eyes that you’re calculating your next step. Maybe you’ll try to make a run for the window again, or you’ll tackle him with your claws out, or maybe you’ll smash the TV up and pin it on him. It’s impossible to predict your next moves, even after how many years he’s been with you.
Naturally, you do none of the things he anticipated, and you simply resume strangling yourself.
Sukuna groans. “Fuck my fucking life. Was I a dictator in my past life or something? Christ.” Whilst you shamelessly discard any dignity you have, Sukuna picks up your phone and gets into your socials with ease. He changes your bio back, and replies with his own dick pics to the assholes who sent their micros, and calls it a day. “I’m hungry,” he suddenly says. “Wanna go to a drive-thru?”
As though nothing happened at all, you stop choking yourself out and shrug. “Yeah, actually. ‘was waiting for you to suggest it so I don’t look like a big back.”
A corner of his lips curve up. “I think that moment’s passed, sweetheart.”
“Ugh, I’d rather you call me a whore,” you reply, nose scrunched up.
Sukuna snorts. “Yeah, bet you do.”
is this even coherent? I think I'm out of practice
streamer!gojo who drags you into his lap whenever you enter his gaming room without knowing he’s streaming, bragging about you to his live as he keeps you pressed against his chest, kissing your cheeks and embarrassing you.
"We’ve been together for a few years now, can’t wait to marry my pretty baby." He chimed before pecking your lips, your face flushed before the camera.
streamer!gojo who loves it when you go down on him while he’s streams, his hand fisting in your hair and his teeth nibbling on his bottom lip to hide his groans, and when his chat questioned it, he just said it’s cause he’s ‘focused.’ (focused my ass)
streamer!gojo who will take his rage out on you by fingering you senselessly, his middle and ring finger thrusting in and out of you as he mutters swears under his breath, mumbling about his recent play on his stream.
"That last play was rigged, I totally had that guy." He angrily mumbled before pulling his fingers out and licking them, tasting your wetness across his fingers.
"Tastes so sweet baby." He chimed, pressing kisses to your clit.
streamer!gojo who lets you rest in his lap while he streams, occasionally muttering sweet nothings into your ear, his chat going insane over the way he treats you.
"Isn’t she just the cutest, I’m so fuckin’ lucky." He mumbled, kissing the spot below your ear before his hands continued on the keyboard in front of him.
streamer!gojo who once let you cockwarm him while he was on live, his hips slowly rocking against your ass while he played, free hand on your thigh.
but it was all over once the chat had found out, and his live got shut down that night.
"Fuck man, it’s not like we showed anything.." he muttered, but it was just your light, little moans that you tried keeping in your mouth
Satoru’s eyes glow when he’s pussy drunk?
He’s been in between your legs for god knows how long now, blindfold pushed down haphazardly to his neck while he laps and sucks at your cunt as you writhe above him.
“Hic — Toru please.” You don’t know what you’re begging for at this point. Relief? Permission? Maybe even for him to slow down.
“Please what, sweets? Fuck — she’s so sweet, could stay here forever.”
A low groan follows his words, tufts of ivory hair tickle your thighs as Satoru continues to devour your cunt like it’s his last meal. You sob in return, head falling against the plump pillows, forced to endure this painful continuation of pleasure.
His cheeks are flushed the prettiest shade of pink, eyes wide and feral. He looks so out of it at this point, yet he shows no sign of stopping.
Each time his tongue flicks at your clit a cry rips through your throat, fat tears well in your eyes from the overstimulation. Satoru whines against your cunt, eyes fluttering shut. “So good, babe. Pussy’s making me crazy.”
You grasp onto his hair, fisting and pulling at the strands as he takes your clit into his mouth. “Oh fuck, I can’t!”
Satoru hums in disagreement. “You can, you will. Please — oh fuck, please.” You watch as his eyes roll back as he encloses his lips around your clit once more. A high pitched moan leaves your mouth at the contact, back arching off the damp sheets. You can feel the slick mess coating your inner thighs from your previous orgasms, slick dribbling from your hole and onto the bedding below while you twitch and jump at his ministrations.
Your eyes flutter shut for second, pleasure consuming your body. However, something bright can be seen just beyond your eyelids…
“Satoru, are you recording — ?” You cut yourself off as your eyes adjusted to the scene in front of you.
Satoru lay between your legs, mouth still fervently working on your cunt, big, blue eyes glowing faintly in the darkened room. He stared back at you, slightly unfocused, the glow of his eyes illuminating your stomach.
The sight alone had you whimpering. “Toru, baby oh my god. You look so p-perfect.” You combed his hair away from his forehead, allowing a clearer view of his eyes. A soft whimper fell from his lips in return, “You taste so good, so so good. Please, need it s’bad, wan’ you to cum.”
His tongue swirled around your clit, flicking at the sensitive nub causing your hips to jerk. Satoru stretched his muscular arm over your abdomen, forcing you to keep still while he lapped at your cunt.
He continued to moan into you, eyes following your every move. “Wanna stay here forever, you’re s’perfect.” His speech started to slur as he buried his face deeper into your cunt. Every word sends vibrations up your core. Your body feels as if it’s on fire, heat creeps up your neck with every heaving breath you take.
Satoru is completely lost in you now, bright eyes flickering every time he swirls his tongue, even rolling back when he prods and pokes at your hole with the pink muscle. “Ah — m’so close.”
You watch as his eyes seem to glow brighter at your words. His movements turn feral.
You feel one thick finger nudge against your entrance before sliding in and curling deep within your velvet walls. You thrash agaisnt the sheets, completely spent yet aching for more. Your cunt twitches, clenching around his digit in a way that makes him whine into you.
“Oh shit, perfect pussy, she’s taking it all so well — ngh.” Satoru cut himself off as he begins to rut into the mattress in short, needy grinds.
You feel your umpteenth high rapidly approaching, hot pleasure bubbling in your stomach. Satoru feels it, of course he does. He pulls away from your cunt, eyes still following yours. “Close? Come on, sweets. I need it — ah — can feel you clenching.”
A pornographic moan sips past you at his words all while he slides a second finger into your cunt. You feel the digits curl, massaging that spongy spot deep inside of you. Your legs quake as he reattaches his lips to your swollen clit, teeth grazing.
Your eyes roll back, mind going blank as your orgasm rips through you. Satoru continues to whine into your cunt, babbling praises to coax you through your high. His eyes glow that little bit brighter as he watches your chest heave, sweat shining on your skin.
“One more time, please babe?”
a/n: inspired by my wife @hangenism and some random photo I found on tiktok (I’m new to pussy drunk men give me a minute)
୨ ᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ babydaddy!toji fucking hates your new boyfriend! [18+]
( mdni. cw: (18+), infidelity/cheating, possessive/jealous ex, breeding kink, oral sex (cunnilingus), rough yet loving penetrative sex, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, )
The front door clicked shut behind your boyfriend, his goodbye kiss as perfunctory as always—quick, distracted, already scrolling his phone as he headed to his car. You sighed, locking up and glancing at the clock. Nearly 10 PM.
Megumi had crashed out after storytime, his little chest rising and falling in his race car bed down the hall.
Your baby daughter, sweet-faced and tiny at just eight months, was bundled in her crib, monitor humming softly on the kitchen counter. The house settled into that familiar quiet, the kind that amplified every creak and whisper.
Life had shifted since you and Toji split two years ago. Back then, things were fire and chaos—passionate nights tangled in sheets, his massive frame pinning you down, cock stretching you until you saw stars. But commitment? He dodged it like a curse.
Fights escalated, toxicity poisoned the air, and you walked away for the kids' sake. Separate paths, co-parenting through gritted teeth.
He showed up religiously, though—picking up Megumi for park days, cradling the baby with surprising gentleness, handing over child support without a fuss. But his eyes always lingered on you too long, that scarred lip twitching into a smirk that hid regret.
Then came your new boyfriend. Steady job, nice enough, made you laugh sometimes. But the sex? Vanilla. Predictable thrusts, over too soon, leaving you feigning satisfaction. Toji hated him.
Every visit, he'd grill Megumi: "So, what's this guy's deal, kid? He treatin' ya mom right?" Megumi, loyal little echo, would shrug: "Dunno, Dad. He brings pizza."
The baby just babbled, oblivious. Toji's jaw would clench, green eyes darkening. Possessive. Always had been.
A sharp knock rattled the door—three raps, firm. Your heart stuttered. Peering through the peephole, there he was: Toji Fushiguro, towering on the porch in a black hoodie zipped low over his pecs, sweatpants slung low on those V-cut hips. Hair messy, like he'd been pacing.
You cracked the door, chain still latched. "Toji? It's late. Kids are asleep. What's up?"
He leaned against the frame, arms crossed, biceps bulging. "Can I come in? Need to talk. About the kids... and shit."
Hesitating, you unlatched, stepping back. He ducked inside, filling the space, that familiar scent—clean sweat, faint cologne, raw man—flooding your senses.
You shut the door softly, arms folding over your chest. "Talk, then. Megumi's got a check-up Tuesday. Baby's teething, needs more formula—"
"Not about that." His voice dropped, rough as gravel. He toed off his boots, padding into the living room like he owned it—hell, parts of him did, etched into your kids, your memories.
He dropped onto the couch, manspreading wide, patting the cushion beside him. "Sit. Please."
You perched on the edge, knees together, hyperaware of the inches between you. "What is it, Toji?"
He rubbed his neck, scarred lip quirking. "Miss you, Y/N. Fuckin' miss this." Gesture swept the room—the photos on the mantle of Megumi's first steps, baby girl's ultrasound.
"Livin' here together. Wakin' up to you in my shirt, pussy still wet from the night before. Cookin' breakfast while I fuck you over the counter. That life."
Heat bloomed low in your belly, traitorous. You missed it too—the way he'd wreck you, body molding to his like clay. But you schooled your face. "We're not together anymore. You made that clear."
"Yeah, and I regret every goddamn second." His eyes bored into yours, intense. "Was a dumbass. Too caught up in my bullshit. But seein' you with him? That prick? Kills me. Megumi mentions him droppin' by, baby coos at him—fuck that. He make you happy?"
You swallowed, glancing away. "He's... fine. Steady."
Toji scoffed, shifting closer, thigh brushing yours. Electricity sparked. "Steady. That's code for borin'. Does he fuck you better than me? Huh? Stretch that tight pussy like I did? Make you scream loud enough to wake the neighbors?" His hand landed on your knee—warm, callused, thumb stroking slow circles.
"Toji—stop." But your voice wavered, nipples pebbling under your tank top. Deep down, you ached for him. That boyfriend never ignited this fire.
"Tell me," he pressed, body crowding yours now, breath hot on your neck. "He hit it right? Or you fakin' it, thinkin' of my cock the whole time?" Face inches away, lips brushing your ear. "I know you, doll. This pussy's mine. Always has been."
Your resolve cracked. "He left ten minutes ago. Kids asleep. This is crazy."
"Crazy's what we do best." He cupped your jaw, turning your face. Lips crashed—slow at first, testing. You melted, mouth opening under his, tongue stroking deep. Tastes of mint and him, hands fisting his hoodie as you kissed back, hungry.
He pulled back, smirking. "Knew you missed me. C'mere." Scooping you up effortless, he carried you to the bedroom—your room, door clicking shut. Laid you on the bed gentle, despite the hunger in his eyes.
"Toji, we can't—" Protest died as he knelt between your thighs, peeling your sleep shorts down slow, panties clinging wet to your folds. "Fuck... look at you. Soaked already. This for me?"
You nodded, biting your lip. He spread your legs wide, thumbs parting slick lips, exposing your clit—swollen, begging.
"Missed this pretty pussy. Sweetest thing." Leaned in, breath ghosting your core. Nose dragged along your slit, inhaling deep. "Smells like heaven."
Tongue flicked out—flat, slow lick from hole to clit. You gasped, hips bucking. He pinned you down, one hand splayed on your belly, the other fingers circling your entrance teasing. "Stay still, mama. Gonna eat you proper."
Lips sealed around your clit, sucking soft—pulling pulses that made stars burst.
Tongue delved lower, spearing your hole, fucking in shallow thrusts. Wet sounds filled the room, his groans vibrating through you. "Taste so fuckin' good. Forgot how you drip for me."
Fingers joined—two thick ones sliding in easy, curling right against that spot. He pumped slow, deliberate, thumb rubbing your clit in tandem.
"This what he does? Nah. He don't know your spots like I do." Mouth latched back, sucking harder, tongue lashing your bud while fingers scissored, stretching you.
Pleasure coiled tight, your hands fisting sheets. "Toji—oh god—"
"Cum on my tongue. Gimme it." He devoured—licking, sucking, fingers crooking relentless. You shattered, walls clamping his digits, juices flooding his palm. He lapped every drop, humming approval.
Not done. He stripped slow—hoodie off, revealing slabs of pecs, ridges of abs glistening faint sweat.
Sweatpants shoved down, cock springing free: thick, veined, head leaking pre-cum. "See this? Made our babies. Gonna make another."
You whimpered, legs wrapping his waist as he notched at your entrance. Pushed in slow—inch by burning inch, walls fluttering around girth. "Fuck... tight as ever. Missed squeezin' me like this."
Bottomed out, balls snug to your ass. Held still, forehead to yours, kissing soft—loving. "Love you, Y/N. Always did. Gonna fuck you right, make you mine again."
Hips rolled deep—grinding, then withdrawing halfway, slamming back. Rhythm built sensual: long drags, circling grinds hitting your clit. Hands roamed—tweaking nipples, gripping ass, pulling you onto him.
"This pussy's home," he growled, pace quickening. Skin slapped skin, wet squelches echoing. "He can't fill you like this. Bet he cums quick, leaves you empty. Not me. Gonna breed you full."
Words ignited you. "Harder—please—"
He obliged—thrusts punishing yet tender, one hand cradling your face. "Yeah? Want daddy's load? Pump you up, tits swell again. Fuck that stupid boyfriend— you're mine." Cock pistoned, hitting cervix, balls tightening.
Second orgasm ripped through—screaming into his shoulder, nails raking his back. He followed, roaring low, cock pulsing ropes of thick cum deep. Held buried, grinding to push it higher. "Take it all. Good girl."
Collapsed together, breaths syncing. He kissed your temple, arm banding possessive. "Don't need him. We fix this—family. Me, you, kids. Yeah?"
You nodded, tears pricking—truth spilling. "Missed you too."
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ε⠀❤︎ᩙ ⠀з — 𝔀ash day with boyfriend ! 𝓻yo
۪ ݁ 𓈒 𝓬urly hair ◞ black ! reader ໋ ◞ sukuna is whipped !! and loves his curly haired girlfriend ◞ 𝒻luff ˚˖𓍢ִ໋
“sit,”
ryo’s fingers are left over anise and lavender conditioner, loose curls that coil his knuckles like doting stray cats and remnants of your jasmine shampoo. he’s gathered hair products in one hand: rose-mary oil, a spray bottle, detangling brush, hair gel and curl creme: and in the other a comfortable hoodie of his for you to wear.
“i’ll handle it, doll.” he says, knowning you were very much ready to shoulder the responsibility of wash day yourself out of habit. he had already insisted on washing your hair in the shower, but detangling and braiding were territory he was yet to unearth.
you pout, damp-haired and champagne toast scented as ryo pats the space inbetween his thighs where you tuck yourself into, sitting on the pillow he placed for you on the floor and wrapping a towel around your shoulders.
“remember, four —“
“yeah, yeah four sections, detangle ends first, use the spray bottle before brushing, braid down each section when done,” ryo rambles reaching down to your cheek and pressing a soft kiss on it. delicate. like everything you deserve to feel is at the tip of his mouth. “i got you.”
you exhale then nod, placing your trust in the palm of his hands. “you comfortable down there?” he asks, fingers already curls deep in your hair.
“mhm.”
ryo gently separates each section, taking one in hand and sprinkling a thoughtful amount of water and curl creme before starting with a brush from the ends.
“am i hurting ya?” ryo asks, careful not to tug at any knot. “tell me if i am.”
you shake your head.
he rakes four fingers through your hair, brush slipping through your curls from root to ends as he whisked product through bristles, “such a pretty girl with such pretty hair,” ryo mumbles, unable to remember the last time he was so enamored by such charm, your curls were radiance and he was merely a comet, “what am i gonna do with ya.”
you roll your eyes, “you say that every time.”
ryo smoothes oil into your hair, fingers curling at the root as he massaged it in carefully, “will ya take the compliment.” he grumbles.
“thank you, baby.” you hum, lips pressed together in an attempt to rid the grin on your face.
he takes this as a cue to kiss you again. tatted hand still in wet-hair, the other, black nail polish and rings, lifting your chin as he lowers himself onto your lips, marlboro mint rolling off his tongue, tracing your jawline in hair product.
he kisses you until you’re both laughing in each others mouths, then your cheek until you fuss about him being overbearing then your forehead.
“now sit still,” ryo says, “i’m almost done.”
“youre the one that keeps kissing me!” you argue.
he braids down the section and then starts on the next, utter concentration painted across his face.
“keep talking and that’s all that’s going to get done tonight.” grin plastered across his face as he sings.
he brushes ends to root again, smoothing product into your hair while the occasional whispers of how beautiful your hair was slipped into conversation: kisses if there was no conversation at all: and once he finished he would slip his hoodie over you, arms first, then pull your hair out from the hood before kissing your forehead again.
“such a pretty girl with your hair all done.” ryo says.
“you’re obsessed with me.” you say.
you were right. all you did was occupy his mind.
“oh i so am.”
dividers by anitalenia ˚˖𓍢ִ໋
𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ — inspired by my lovely mootie @satomiu mwuah
ε⠀❤︎ᩙ ⠀з — 𝔀ash day with boyfriend ! 𝓻yo
۪ ݁ 𓈒 𝓬urly hair ◞ black ! reader ໋ ◞ sukuna is whipped !! and loves his curly haired girlfriend ◞ 𝒻luff ˚˖𓍢ִ໋
“sit,”
ryo’s fingers are left over anise and lavender conditioner, loose curls that coil his knuckles like doting stray cats and remnants of your jasmine shampoo. he’s gathered hair products in one hand: rose-mary oil, a spray bottle, detangling brush, hair gel and curl creme: and in the other a comfortable hoodie of his for you to wear.
“i’ll handle it, doll.” he says, knowning you were very much ready to shoulder the responsibility of wash day yourself out of habit. he had already insisted on washing your hair in the shower, but detangling and braiding were territory he was yet to unearth.
you pout, damp-haired and champagne toast scented as ryo pats the space inbetween his thighs where you tuck yourself into, sitting on the pillow he placed for you on the floor and wrapping a towel around your shoulders.
“remember, four —“
“yeah, yeah four sections, detangle ends first, use the spray bottle before brushing, braid down each section when done,” ryo rambles reaching down to your cheek and pressing a soft kiss on it. delicate. like everything you deserve to feel is at the tip of his mouth. “i got you.”
you exhale then nod, placing your trust in the palm of his hands. “you comfortable down there?” he asks, fingers already curls deep in your hair.
“mhm.”
ryo gently separates each section, taking one in hand and sprinkling a thoughtful amount of water and curl creme before starting with a brush from the ends.
“am i hurting ya?” ryo asks, careful not to tug at any knot. “tell me if i am.”
you shake your head.
he rakes four fingers through your hair, brush slipping through your curls from root to ends as he whisked product through bristles, “such a pretty girl with such pretty hair,” ryo mumbles, unable to remember the last time he was so enamored by such charm, your curls were radiance and he was merely a comet, “what am i gonna do with ya.”
you roll your eyes, “you say that every time.”
ryo smoothes oil into your hair, fingers curling at the root as he massaged it in carefully, “will ya take the compliment.” he grumbles.
“thank you, baby.” you hum, lips pressed together in an attempt to rid the grin on your face.
he takes this as a cue to kiss you again. tatted hand still in wet-hair, the other, black nail polish and rings, lifting your chin as he lowers himself onto your lips, marlboro mint rolling off his tongue, tracing your jawline in hair product.
he kisses you until you’re both laughing in each others mouths, then your cheek until you fuss about him being overbearing then your forehead.
“now sit still,” ryo says, “i’m almost done.”
“youre the one that keeps kissing me!” you argue.
he braids down the section and then starts on the next, utter concentration painted across his face.
“keep talking and that’s all that’s going to get done tonight.” grin plastered across his face as he sings.
he brushes ends to root again, smoothing product into your hair while the occasional whispers of how beautiful your hair was slipped into conversation: kisses if there was no conversation at all: and once he finished he would slip his hoodie over you, arms first, then pull your hair out from the hood before kissing your forehead again.
“such a pretty girl with your hair all done.” ryo says.
“you’re obsessed with me.” you say.
you were right. all you did was occupy his mind.
“oh i so am.”
dividers by anitalenia ˚˖𓍢ִ໋
𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ — inspired by my lovely mootie @satomiu mwuah
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mdni .ᐟ ֹ ୨୧ — 𝓶orning sēx with satoru who has a size kink && is wayyy too big for you
satoru wakes up, room sticky with your french vanilla scented shampoo, pale braiding through blinds into dawn as his teeth burried into the soft skin of your neck, pre-cum beading from the length of his cock underneath the bed linen as his fingers plait around his tip.
the pillow rested underneath your hips cracks your waist into an arch as your fingers carved into silky-linen. his hands envelope yours, fingers extending further than yours, arms double the size of your own, his cock sightly thick — possibly bigger than the last time he had mindlessly fucked the morning out of you — cerise at the tip, aching and soaked at the length from the sight of just how big he was ontop of you.
he's half lided eyes, messy ashen hair, moan melting into yawn as he stretches your panties to the side, fabric warm against your thigh as his cock presses between your legs, hot, untidy.
"fuck baby, you're so — tight." he groans, raspy, sleep lingering inbetween his breath. satoru draws two fingers to his tongue, sheething them in morning saliva and mint, then slips them into you carefully, one after the other, slick trickling down the corner of his knuckles.
"s'wet for me." he hums.
"ngh — toru, too much." you moan into the pillow.
"baby my dick is much bigger than this." he whines almost worried, "gotta make sure this pretty pussy can take me."
you gasp, back arched as satoru's fingers curled into your cunt, thumb rubbing your clit slothful. slow.
"toru — nghhhh." you sink your face into the pillow enough for it to swallow the sound of your moans as the wet of satoru's fingers made a mess of your pussy.
"say that again." he says.
"say what?"
he’s wrist-deep, knuckles knocking the walls of your pussy as he pumped them into you.
"my name."
"toru," you moan.
you rock into his fingers and he slips them out, one after the other, bringing them to his mouth, tongue licking any remains of you from the wrist up.
"toru," you say again.
satoru groans under his breath, tip pressed against your cunt, lining himself up.
"toru,"
his breath warm against your jugular.
"toru —!"
your eyes are glossy, teeth pierced into bottom lip, thighs sticky as satoru thrusts himself into you. the first stroke is lazy, pussy-aching, riveting. you're breathless, whimper melting into gasp as he rolled his hips into you.
the second thrust is demanding, tip barely fitting inside your poor pussy.
"fffuck fuck fuck — how much more do i gotta stretch you out, doll?" he pouts, chest heavy, heaving against your back.
you're dizzy as though your dreams and day haven't quite distinguished one from another, almost sleep-drunk, somewhat dick-drunk. "put it back in, toru," you whine, "i'll be good. please."
"you're shaking." satoru blinks.
"so are you."
satoru’s thighs tremble against yours, breath uneven and cherry liquored.
“hm, you want this that bad?” he grins cheshire cat like, “tell me how bad you want me inside you.” you inhale as he thrusts himself into you again, his cock piquant, cum-beading inside your cunt.
“fuckk — toru!” the weight of his chest presses your stomach into the mattress, milking every last inch of satoru’s cock inside of you.
"i'm not gonna last long if you tighten up like that, sweetheart." he moans through gritted teeth.
your waist rolls onto his length, messy strokes as your nails buried themselves into the linen, eyes brimming with tears from how good satoru stretched you out.
"you feel so good toru," you choke, "ngh — so'good"
"geez, baby i barely fit inside ya." he says, teeth barring into your neck and back as he sucked gently, tongue pooling your skin, misty, warm.
“fuckkk youre too big !” you whimper, gasps following each letter.
satoru’s blanched bangs are sticky on his forehead, sweat clad to his arms and biceps wet against your hickey-freckled back. he pumps himself into you, cunt clinging onto any inch braven enough to pierce inside you before slipping out and coating your bed sheets in sweat and come.
you’re vanilla-sweat scented, hip-swollen and so… “gonna. cum.” you choke, “toru, im gonna—“
you fall apart as his cock crashes inside you, your nails meet your palm through the fabric as you come, lips parted against linen as you shudder underneath satoru.
“—ohh god.”
“that’s it, baby.” he hums, brushing sweat-soaked strands out of your face, kissing your cheek and shoulder softly as your eyelids gently shut, dream-dazed, half-asleep.
mmmm sleepy and need satoru mmmmmmm
this was meant to be much longer but i wrote it at 3am and was insanely sleep deprived
"I asked chatgpt" well I asked satoru gojo and he said that there's no curse more twisted than love
reworking my entire blog because i am all over the place and do not like my old writing LOL
anyways writing a lot more better stuff rn
mdni .ᐟ ֹ ୨୧ — 𝓶orning sēx with satoru who has a size kink && is wayyy too big for you
satoru wakes up, room sticky with your french vanilla scented shampoo, pale braiding through blinds into dawn as his teeth burried into the soft skin of your neck, pre-cum beading from the length of his cock underneath the bed linen as his fingers plait around his tip.
the pillow rested underneath your hips cracks your waist into an arch as your fingers carved into silky-linen. his hands envelope yours, fingers extending further than yours, arms double the size of your own, his cock sightly thick — possibly bigger than the last time he had mindlessly fucked the morning out of you — cerise at the tip, aching and soaked at the length from the sight of just how big he was ontop of you.
he's half lided eyes, messy ashen hair, moan melting into yawn as he stretches your panties to the side, fabric warm against your thigh as his cock presses between your legs, hot, untidy.
"fuck baby, you're so — tight." he groans, raspy, sleep lingering inbetween his breath. satoru draws two fingers to his tongue, sheething them in morning saliva and mint, then slips them into you carefully, one after the other, slick trickling down the corner of his knuckles.
"s'wet for me." he hums.
"ngh — toru, too much." you moan into the pillow.
"baby my dick is much bigger than this." he whines almost worried, "gotta make sure this pretty pussy can take me."
you gasp, back arched as satoru's fingers curled into your cunt, thumb rubbing your clit slothful. slow.
"toru — nghhhh." you sink your face into the pillow enough for it to swallow the sound of your moans as the wet of satoru's fingers made a mess of your pussy.
"say that again." he says.
"say what?"
he’s wrist-deep, knuckles knocking the walls of your pussy as he pumped them into you.
"my name."
"toru," you moan.
you rock into his fingers and he slips them out, one after the other, bringing them to his mouth, tongue licking any remains of you from the wrist up.
"toru," you say again.
satoru groans under his breath, tip pressed against your cunt, lining himself up.
"toru,"
his breath warm against your jugular.
"toru —!"
your eyes are glossy, teeth pierced into bottom lip, thighs sticky as satoru thrusts himself into you. the first stroke is lazy, pussy-aching, riveting. you're breathless, whimper melting into gasp as he rolled his hips into you.
the second thrust is demanding, tip barely fitting inside your poor pussy.
"fffuck fuck fuck — how much more do i gotta stretch you out, doll?" he pouts, chest heavy, heaving against your back.
you're dizzy as though your dreams and day haven't quite distinguished one from another, almost sleep-drunk, somewhat dick-drunk. "put it back in, toru," you whine, "i'll be good. please."
"you're shaking." satoru blinks.
"so are you."
satoru’s thighs tremble against yours, breath uneven and cherry liquored.
“hm, you want this that bad?” he grins cheshire cat like, “tell me how bad you want me inside you.” you inhale as he thrusts himself into you again, his cock piquant, cum-beading inside your cunt.
“fuckk — toru!” the weight of his chest presses your stomach into the mattress, milking every last inch of satoru’s cock inside of you.
"i'm not gonna last long if you tighten up like that, sweetheart." he moans through gritted teeth.
your waist rolls onto his length, messy strokes as your nails buried themselves into the linen, eyes brimming with tears from how good satoru stretched you out.
"you feel so good toru," you choke, "ngh — so'good"
"geez, baby i barely fit inside ya." he says, teeth barring into your neck and back as he sucked gently, tongue pooling your skin, misty, warm.
“fuckkk youre too big !” you whimper, gasps following each letter.
satoru’s blanched bangs are sticky on his forehead, sweat clad to his arms and biceps wet against your hickey-freckled back. he pumps himself into you, cunt clinging onto any inch braven enough to pierce inside you before slipping out and coating your bed sheets in sweat and come.
you’re vanilla-sweat scented, hip-swollen and so… “gonna. cum.” you choke, “toru, im gonna—“
you fall apart as his cock crashes inside you, your nails meet your palm through the fabric as you come, lips parted against linen as you shudder underneath satoru.
“—ohh god.”
“that’s it, baby.” he hums, brushing sweat-soaked strands out of your face, kissing your cheek and shoulder softly as your eyelids gently shut, dream-dazed, half-asleep.
mmmm sleepy and need satoru mmmmmmm
i write a lot about the men in jjk but i need y’all to know i’m gay asf. i don’t care to even LOOK at men irl
i want a gf 24/7
freak in you, suguru geto ݁𖥔.
ੈ✿ ༘. ݁⋆summary— boyf!sugu! x blk!gf!reader! both are in their 20’s. tonight was date night! you and suguru got dressed up for an extravagant dinner, spending most of the night at your favorite restaurant! but things take a different turn once suguru finally gets his hands on you during some alone time!
݁༊. ݁˖ᝰ.ᐟwarnings— NSFW dom!sugu! x blk!reader! alcohol usage(drinks) drunk sex! sugu has a tongue, lip and frenum piercing! sugu is kinda mean if you squint! sugu and reader both have a praise kink! spit kink! makeout session(s)! rough sex! spanking! dumbification? p in v; anal play(thumb in the butt)doggy, prone, and mating press! mentions of having a size kink! tummy bulge! overstim! and cock warming!
⋆ ݁₊࣪𐙚wc+an— around 2.1k! i finished the highly anticipated story early!! i hope you sweethearts enjoy this bc if you don’t i will cry!
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honestly, the night went by so fast. it was date night! suguru reserved a two-guest table at your favorite outdoor restaurant, the one that had heaters next to the tables and was closer to his place. the date was amazing— both of you looked stunning, barely any people, amazing service, great food, great drinks.
the two of you definitely had far too many. it wasn't your fault their mixed margaritas tasted sssoo goood. the walk home, you both were giggly drunken messes, holding onto your to-go margs, stumbling with each other down the quiet yet working streets in the city.
the night was going according to plan. so when the date ended and the two of you got back to his place, the only option to end the night the best way possible was with a good fuck.
“su-gu-i— ffuuckk i-i can’t!!!” you cried out, only to land upon deaf ears. everything about this scene was so foul, from the disheveled sheets, to the lewd moans and grunts, to the erotic sound of sugu’s heavy hips plowing into the thick plush of your ass.
he was fucking you so sternly, his messy bun was slipping, headboard damn near puncturing a hole through the sturdy walls. your were legs sore, sticky n spread wide in the middle of suguru’s room, body shaking and burning with pleasure as suguru’s slim, carved body seemed to be trying fuck the alcohol out of you.
you were absolutely dumbified and aching. well of course you’d be, considering this being what? the 4th? 5th? round? something like that. your manicured fingertips desperately gripping the soft sheets, like it would stop you from moving.
your smaller frame couldn't help but jolt forwards each time his hearty hips met the plush fat of your ass, the sticky creamy mess leaking against your thighs dripping, his weighted, full balls slapping against your brown, swollen clit.
no matter how badly you wanted it, your body couldn't help but run. suguru noticed before you did, shaking his head to murmur out, suguru him "uh-oh, where d'you think y're goin?" suguru frowned, readjusting his grip so he could pull you back to your original spot.
he placed a foot on the mattress, fixing his angle, "let all that liquor go straight to your pretty pussy again, huh? this is exactly what you wanted this."
his sweet honeyed voice cooed in your ear, all breathy and warm. slutty hips slowing just so you could feel every vein, every curve of his pretty, stocky dick dragging alongside your divited walls.
every kiss that his pierced tip delivered so graciously soft against your g-spot. with a slight nod, you whined out hips shimming back onto him as your jaw slackened once he stilled, bottoming out.
smack! ..smack!
a harsh, bulky hand came down onto the plush of your ass, body flinching from the sting, ripping a squeal from you. “y'ignorin me? hm? speak up, baby, i wanna fuckin' hear you." he grunted, hammering his hips against your unfolded legs.
smack!
another blow landed, a small whimper falling past your two-toned lips. "mmf!.. no! ...fuck sugu! m'sorry, baby, 'want youuu." you whined, knee's sinking further apart into the mattress. “aahhh, there's my sweet girl.."
suguru’s soft almond eyes shifted from your face to where you met; thick globs of their mixture building up around his base, spreading onto his well-kept hairs, dripping into the blankets.
his gentle gaze settled on watching the sinful act connecting you two, but your forbidden hole that was winking at him had him in a trance. it just looked so.. lonely. but sugu, being the sweet bf he is decided to fix that for you!
the gasp that fell from your lips was so sharp, your head turning instantly at the foreign feeling. "suuguu.. sstaahh.." you whined, wearily reaching back but it was too late. his thumb was already softly rub hearts on your forbidden hole, smearing your mixed slickness around it easing just the tip in.
“shhh, s’alright baby ..” he whispered, his wet lips kissing the round of your forehead ever so gently. removing his hand from the fat of your ass to above your shoulders, caging you in. he pulled back a bit to look at you, “thereee you go.”
that stupid, fucked out smile on his face made it no better. your brain and body felt like mush—nothing but him and pleasure in your dumified mind. suguru pulled back, pistioning his heavyweight hips into yours.
the way his pierced tip assaulted your g-spot had you quivering, eyes rolling in any and every direction, "s-sugu.. s't-too muuch..!" his voice was so honeyed yet so condescending. "gunna' take this dick the same way you wanted it.."
ok. what wasn't mentioned was how your behavior was on said date. leaning forward too often so he could catch your exposed cleavage, fingertips stroking his arm and thighs with a teasing intent, staring at him with those fuck me eyes; you were teasing him. to be honest, suguru had every right to act this way.
and whenever you did get like this, he let you have your way—for a bit. who was suguru to deny you from anything? "yeaaah, that's it." that tone made your gut twist and curl. voice coated with so much sugar that you didn't even notice he slipped his thumb fully in, fingers splaying against the middle of your ass.
fuck, he knew just what to say and when to say it. a sob-like string of moans fell from you swollen pretty lips, drool and tears soaking the pillow beneath your face. he watched as you finally allowed yourself to succumb to the pleasure, body falling limp into his slutty hips, incoherent babbles, fingers loosening their grip.
all while he kept pummeling your sensitive overworked and over-abused g-spot, fucking you like you were his favorite sex toy(bc you were). "ssseee, my girl can handle it. pretty lil drunk thing.." and when he seen you nodding in agreement? suguru blanked, his bun finally coming undone as he was doubling his speed, watching the plush fat of your ass ripple with every strike.
the way your poor cunt was sucking and slurping him back in had him in a trance, pussy and ass involuntary tensioning once that god-forbidden frenum decorated tip kissed your sweet spot had you teetering on the brink of an indescribable high.
"m-m'gunacuum..!!" your voice high and body wrecked, both holes frothed, on the verge of blacking out. "i know, sweetheart, i know. let me have it baby." he lowered himself so that his sweat-ridden chest was pressed against you, lavender scented hair tickling your arched, shaking back.
his pumped tattooed arm wrapping around your frame, two thick fingers immediately finding your pulsing clit, rubbing soft yet firm circles. the other hand coming down to interlace with yours that was filled with tension.
with one more stroke, your pussy was bubbling out creamy globs of cum. you couldn't withhold the stream of moans and the feral euphoria feeling didn't stop, only intensified. "good fuckin job." your knee's slipped, hips falling flat onto the mattress beneath you.
suguru was quick to follow your lead, meeting you flesh against the mattress. with how he was fucking you in prone had you trying to climb up the mattress from how good, how deep he was. shaking your head, your sore throat babbled out, "i..i can– fuhck! s'too deep..!"
but it did not matter. suguru simply ignored you, again. his feet kicked open your legs further, residing on the inside of your calves to keep you pried opened.
his hands found both of yours, trapping them inside of his hold so you really couldn't move. "mhm.. m'too deep?"
his voice was malicious against your pierced ear, nothing but condescendence wrapped in his attitude. you nodded your head, "s'too big... too much!" you began, body jolting beneath him to move something. and it felt like you were about to cum, again.
"awwwhh, fuck– y'gonna cum again? hm baby?” suguru taunted, licking the loose tears from your cheek. his attitude was so vexing, but you couldn't stop the way your body shuddered underneath his.
with a loud snivel, you came again, harder than the last one. suguru kept fucking you through it too, "look at you, hunny. y'can't even control yourself.." he snickered, only his a moan to slip passed his parted, swollen lips. his pace slowed, before coming to a sudden stop which had you sighing in agony and relief.
your head fell flat, skin prickled by the abrupt exposure of air. suguru pulled off from you, carefully slipping out of your overtaxed cunt. his hands slipped down your legs in a soothing manner, admiring the work you’ve created together.
"i think.." your eyes were fast to glue shut, heavy breathing slowly a bit, limbs twitching every few seconds, falling into a peaceful slumber already. that was, until you were flipped over onto your back with ease. "...you got one more n'ya.." your eyes opened, lips parting to protest but it was too late.
suguru had you in a tight mating press, wrapping your arms around his neck, dense cock softly nudging your clit, hips shifting down just so he could easily slip back inside.“nnmffucckkk... s'so good." you whined, gasping at his now slower pace. your fingers curled in his hair, tugging extra hard when his tip exited and entered your sensitive hole.
when he took his time with you, everything was immoderate. it took weeks of preparation just for sugu to fully fit inside of you. it was staggering how he stretched you out so wide, especially his mushroom pierced tip. now, you could really feel every vein, every pulse, every ridge, every curve, every throb, everything.
your head was limp, jerking up to nudge sugu’s sweaty neck as your body bowed up."feels perfect.. y're soo good t'me, fuck, i love you.” his greedy lips were on yours within a fleet, his slick tongue wrestling against yours. you could still taste the sweet margarita on his tongue, a desirable 'mmmf' lurching beyond your occupied lips.
spit was dribbling down your chins, lips smacking, teeth bumping. it was so intimate compared to how he was just fucking you minutes ago. he pulled back, sealing the kiss with a glob a spit on your tongue. "y'love me? hm baby?” sugu tantalized with a coy smirk, his eyebrows pulled down in a frown.
"ssoo much.. i love you s'much sugu.." his heart longed at how whiny and submissive you were. subtracted to absolute nothing all because of him, your loving, doting boyfriend. your arms tugged against his once, and his hands left the sides of your thighs and brought you in close, hugging you against him.
”sooo fuckin’ messy.. y'want it? want my load?” you nodded, his swollen lips pressed sticky kisses against your damp neck, sharp canines nipping at your jaw.
there was no biting back the twisted smile when he heard your cooing 'yesyesyesyes' once, twice, three times and he was spurting thick, warm, ribbon of cum into the deepest parts of you.
hips still bashfully working, still fucking you both through your high with the agonizing yet blissful pace. the moans suffocating the room sounded too pornographic, but neither of you cared. the only thing you could both think about was each other.
with a few more pumps, suguru stilled inside of you, arching his lower back to stuff every inch inside of you, his pelvis bumping your clit. you froze in a trance, before coming back to your senses and repeatedly tapping his hip. “m'done.. sugui’m done!!” you slurred out, brown frame seizing against his wide chest, thighs quivering.
he pulled out just the slightest, rolling both of you over so you could lay onto his chest. suguru’s golden eyes, now soft and gentle, raked over your face to get a good look at you. your hair was out of place, the gorgeous makeup that you put on earlier was completely ruined, eyes wet and missing lash clusters, your cheeks wet and flushed, lips still parted and swollen.
the gaze that lingered in both of your eyes was heartfelt and so fucked out, yours trying so hardly not to shut on him. some curls stuck to your forehead and the amount of drool on your face made him wanna licked it off while he fucked you dumb all over again.
sugu leaned forwards, pressing soft pecks alongside your flushed cheek. "no more alcohol for us.. okay?" you barely nodded your head, slumber already overtaking your body.
well, i guess two things were discovered tonight—alcohol makes you horny and suguru mean!
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