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☆ sum. they're starving, but they aren't craving actual 'food'. they're craving what's right between your shaky pretty legs. toji, higuruma, choso, gojo, geto, sukuna.
warnings. fem! reader, cúnnilingus, face-riding / siting, eating out through panties, pússy so good he cries (choso), fīngering, unprotected, dirty talk, praise, very pússy drunk men, squīrting, hair pulling, pússy spanks, spīt, dumbification.
☆ HIGURUMA HIROMI.
you tell higuruma that’s he’s got such a rideable face, but he’s never really knew what you meant.
not until he’s buried between your thighs, having a pretty view of you caging him in with your jittery legs. “hey,” he purrs, his voice pouring with such rasp underneath it. a swollen thumb drags down near your sopping cunt and his droopy eyes meet yours. higuruma’s holding you upright whilst his free hand grabs onto your left thigh tightly. “ ‘s okay, lovey. i know you wanna ride my nose,” and his balmy breath grazes up against your slit that was just continuously weeping with saturated slick. you’re whimpering, hovering over his rosy-twitched lips before he kisses near your cracked entrance. “easy, i gotcha. jus’ sit on it, ‘s okay, you can do whatever you want to me, promise.”
and once you finally succumb to his warm filthy words—you plop yourself onto his mouth, instantly moaning at the bumpy bridge of his nose tickling against your clit. “fuck,” and you hear a throaty chuckle leave from his crooked lips. higuruma’s nose, once your pussy rubs up against the hook, you couldn’t help but start to jerk faster and faster. “hiromi, ‘m not suffocating you am i?”
“no, my love,” he whispers, flicking his flat tongue through your sensitive drooling folds. you tasted so sweet and it only left him craving for more, more of you. dark drowsy eyes stares into your eyes before his sloppy licks turn into risqué slurps. “but, i wouldn’t mind it actually. use my face darling, ‘m all yours tonight.”
higuruma’s got a cunning grin that stretches against his lips as your weight relaxes on him. you kiss your teeth, gradually rutting your trembling hips up against his salivating mouth and he groans. your clit rubs itself against his nose and his mouth, the rough rocky texture of the bridge nearly sends you over the edge.
“f- fuck, ‘romi,” you gasp, and your fragile limbs cause you to squat now. the air surrounding you suddenly feels thick and there’s a dry taste filling the inside of your mouth. as candied wanton mewls continue to pry away from your lips, you tug on his ruffled checkered tie that’s tucked underneath his button-down. his tongue that’s lapping against your honeyed flaps with the mixture of his nose sliding up and down your entrance. but you’re now stuck in nothing but a mere stupor. higuruma’s eyes never break contact and you hear the loud sloshes from his lips smack against your pussy from each succulent slurp. “ ‘m gonna cum, not gonna last hiromi.”
“aw, yeah?” he whispers, your own slick smearing against his pursed lips. your eyes roll back once the tip of his tongue thwacks and flicks against that spot, your tender g-spot. it feels gummy and spongy and he feels your quaking thighs come together, clenching a tight squeeze. “ooh, guess she is,” and a hand of his creeps toward the right curvature of your ass. you moan from his touch, weak limbs shivering from his contact. everything was building up at once—like a wave, the calm before the storm. it starts near the very pit of your stomach and it’s fluttering all around you as if butterflies resided in your insides. “there, there. don’t stop, ride my nose lovey. use me, ‘s okay.”
your face twists as he’s still got his tongue attached to your sopping cunt—you’re shaking, and you continue to grind your hips into his face.
higuruma holds you with two strong open palms, trying his best to ignore the growing tent in his business slacks. his hair, thanks to how you were mercilessly dragging his head back and forth against your slobbering pussy, it’s all unkempt and messy. strands of black hair twist and entangle between your fingers as you’re preparing for another teeth shattering orgasm. your ass teeters and twirls in crazed gyrations as the his hooked nose continue to abrade against your swollen folds. “hiromi—fuck, fuck,” you whimper, and the coil buried within you finally snaps. within seconds, you’re cumming hard—all on his tongue and the following noise that flutters past your lips was so pretty. higuruma’s hooded eyes gaze at you as he’s lapping you clean and he’s so in love. your finishing sounds sounding like a mere symphony to him. lewdly melodic.
“that’s it, lovey. oh that’s such a good messy girl, my messy baby,” he sighs, and you feel your tummy cave in at that exact moment. your drenched folds never felt more slick. he’s slurping you clean, proudly with the most tender grin stretching across his face. but that concise moment briefly gets cut short once higuruma groans—feeling the strain in his pants again, fighting the urge to stroke himself. but he can’t, this is about you. you still feel the knobby part of his nose scrape and drag against your pussy and he huskily chuckles. “ah, you’re just obsessed with my nose now, huh?”
“no i—”
“oh, don’t be embarrassed,” higuruma softly teases, his voice a bit gruff and raspy. his lips had a pretty sheeny coat of your own juices and you were still trembling once he gets up. higuruma helps you off of him and closes the gap between you both, leaning in for a kiss. it’s sweet, he moans into your mouth whilst he feels your eager hands tug on his tie. higuruma’s tongue matches your sync perfectly. both dancing muscles tangle together before he aligns himself between your legs, wrapping them around his slim waist.
“my, aren’t you a doll,” he speaks between sultry tender kisses, and his rich cologne scent almost snatches your breath away. from a mile away, you could smell it. higuruma licks the bottom of your chin—keeping his eyes firmly on you until he starts to unbuckle his belt with one hand. “but since you love my nose so much, i think you’ll like somethin’ bigger a lot better,” and you let off a gasp once you’re suddenly now flipped the mattress, and he gives your ass a playful spank. “now, be a good girl ‘n bend over for me.”
☆ SATORU GOJO.
gojo loves more than anything to just come home from dreadful hours of work, of battles—to you.
not only just to you, but the pretty thing that’s between your legs. he’s not one to waste time, and he always gets straight to the point—but in this case, straight to the pussy.
“let’s see how many fingers this time,” he coos, and you’re laid flat against your back, eyeing him. unapologetically, he’s been eating you out for hours like a starved man, drinking out each of your candied orgasms like it was nothing. gojo had a thing for your pleasure—it was far more better than his own. “one,” he whispers, slowly inserting a single long digit inside. you whimper at the immediate stretch. such thick lengthy fingers, they expanded wide throughout your walls and you shudder from his breath whistling against your folds. “twoooo,” he jibes, playfully dragging out his words. your legs were quickly melting like mush, nearly collapsing as he’s toying around the insides of your cunt. “god, she’s got so much ‘ta say today, huh?”
gojo grows quiet at the crying sloshes you make just from his twin digits jackhammering inside of you. in feral awe, he watches as you swallow up both of his long fingers with your greedy cunt, covering them from top to bottom with your slick.
every few seconds, there’s a wet sloppy ‘pop’ and ‘pshh’ that squeals out from your own entrance. “s-satoru,” you whimper and you let off an exaggerated gasp once he flicks his tongue against your throbbing clit. you’re soaked, and his chin was already raining with your juices—his favorite. as he’s got two fingers still buried inside of your gummy walls, he twists them around before he reaches there. your breath gets caught in your throat and you gasp again, letting off a sweet squealing mewl before yanking on his hair snowy white strands. “ngh, ‘toru!”
“ah,” he purrs, bringing a sloppy three second kiss toward your drooling cunt. it’s so pretty up close, he can see how you’re profusely pulsating from the stimulation and it makes a sly smile tweak against his lips. gojo’s digits resume to crimp around inside of your doughy walls before his plump fingertips tickle against your g-spot. oh, you feel static surge and pump right through your veins. the texture was spongey and squashy and he’s got a playful pout. “this is where you’re weak, right angel? mhh, such a sloppy ‘lil thing.”
you’re trembling from his staticky touch and his fingers plummeting in and out of your cunt. the sounds, it’s so messy . . it’s yourself, and you’re just a stammering mess, fumbling over your own pathetic broken sentences. “fuck, please ‘toru,” you whimper out in a sheepish tone. he goes back to running his tongue everywhere against your sopping wet cunt. to him, your folds tasted so sugary, and he’s always been known to have a little sweet tooth. gojo feels himself getting hard the more he plays with you and he lowly groans right against your pussy. the vibrations of his frustrated snarl makes you whine out in ecstasy before your eyes widen. “hnnnm, sato— fuck!”
pretty pristine lashes of his flutter shut before he gradually pries out his fingers. gojo’s so into it, he’s having an entire make out sesh with your pussy, pressing his plump vermillion-colored lips together and lapping up his own sauced saliva.
“atta girl. give it t’ me,” he grunts, and you watch with heavy eyelids just hanging low as his head starts to drag back and forth. he’s devouring your cunt, even going far as to getting nose deep just to steal a smell all for himself. the sweetest, his favorite place in the world would always have to be right between your thighs. gojo even reached down in his pants, past his cerulean blue boxers to touch himself. fuck, he was hard. and it was all because of you. he groans, giving his dick a few solid pumps whilst a callused thumb brushes against a running vein that pulses down his shaft. as his lengthy tongue trails even further, he starts to suck on your clit. he feels the pulse twitch in his mouth and he looks right up at you with the most smug pussy drunken grin. “heh, you’ve got a—”
and abruptly, you end up gushing right out just as he’s speaking. mid sentence too—you sprayed a nice amount of your release just below his chiseled chin and you let off a sweet harmonic screaming orgasm. ripples of pleasure coarse through your veins as you’re riding out your orgasm on his tongue, your body growing limp. every inch of your body though, you felt hot. your legs furiously shook and he’s still got his tongue attached to your cunt. “. . yooou little slut,” he quips with a eyebrow quirking up. gojo’s a bit taken aback but his pretty icy eyes find yours again and you spot his dimples poking near each side of his cheeks as he slyly simpers. “you just squirted on me huh. someone felt sloppy today, yeah?”
“i- i’m sorry,” you moan, still feeling the jarring after effects of your body. your thighs were glued together and you’re still panting—although gojo’s panting just as much as you if not more. despite how you were still aroused, you’ve never felt more embarrassed. thanks to your pussy, you’ve got his face drenched from the mouth down. you’re a mess, and he’s covered all in it. “i didn’t—”
“shhh,” he whispers, and you’re interrupted by a soft spank on your cunt. you whimper at the brief twinge, the unforgettable friction glissading down against your bare exposed entrance driving you more and more crazy. the air felt hot but your body felt even hotter. gojo gives your clit one final sloppy kiss before whispering against your slit. “ah, ah. don’t be sorry,” and with droopy hooded eyes, you watch as he prepares to insert not one, not two, but three fingers inside of your wet puffy cunt. “do it again.”
☆ TOJI FUSHIGURO.
toji never really believed in the saying, ‘you can’t have your cake and eat it too.’
of course, he knows the meaning of the actual common quote but in his filthy rotted brain, it means something else entirely whenever he’s buried between your thighs. toji fushiguro’s a greedy man, especially whenever it came to pussy. he won’t just eat you out, he’ll devour you, including your pretty perky ass.
two callused open palms spread the doughy globes of your ass wide open quickly. you’re whimpering, feeling his tepidly hot breath waft down your bare pulsating cunt before he spits right down the valley of your sopping wet folds.
“gotta get her nice ‘n wet, ain’t that right, baby?” he whispers, watching as his own saliva trickles down your twitching folds. you’re already moist, profusely so and he can see your pretty poor clit throbbing - aching for more. “oh, my,” he tsks, bringing his scarred lips right up to your slobbering entrance. “she’s so fuckin’ beautiful.”
“hngh, toj—”
“baby, quiet. ‘m not talkin’ to you,” he shushes you, and you let off a whine once he gives your pussy a long thorough suck. you hear the echoing ‘pop’ smack from his lips once he pulls back, flicking the cold tip of his tongue against your pearly nub. fuck, once he started it was no prying him off. toji groans, feeling his rickety hips starting to drag themselves against the edge of the bed. his bulge continues to grow in his grey cottony sweats as his lips latch onto your sweet sweet pussy.
he blows against your folds, a thumb still guiding up and down your slit before he goes toward your neglected hole—you whimper once you feel a stringy glob of saliva dribble down until it reaches near your cunt. “fuck, fuuuck,” you hiss, your toes curling up almost right away. he was just so nasty, you could tell toji’s smelling your pussy right from behind you too. he was nose deep and the tip of his nose thrashes up against your clit constantly, making you feel even more sensitive. “ngh, don’t stop, ‘toj. pleasepleasefuck.”
“god, how many times do i have ‘ta tell ya?” the dark haired man gruffs, and you feel a surging wave of tingles ripple through your thighs once he gently swats a hand against your pussy.
it’s a loud ‘smack’ that bounces off the thin walls as you bite down on your bottom lip. your slickness even spurts against his palm and it’s so cute. as he’s steadily munching against your throbbing heat, he slurps you clean again and again. “our conversation’s over,” and his voice gets deeper the faster he sucks. “she’s talkin’ ‘ta me now, not you. don’t be rude,” and toji’s hooded verdant eyes rove towards your drooling cunt as he speaks. it was over the second he’s softly inserting a fat finger inside, feeling your clingy walls accept it right away. “mhm, she’s always got so much to say. pussy’s talkative just like you, princess.”
you moan, feeling his tongue drag up and down against your clit. your mouth can’t help but drop in awe at how thick his finger was. too thick, it’s so good. it’s practically just as big as his cock, and just a single lengthy digit of his was splitting you wide open. you’re squelching and toji purposely grows quiet just to hear it - to hear the ‘words’ of your pussy, which was just the wet sloshing sounds you continue to make as he played with you.
“yeah, i fuckin’ agree,” he hums, a low cackle leaving from his lips as he’s starting to piston his finger in and out, slurping all of your sappy juices. you’re whimpering, and he’s talking over you. your limbs felt weak and you could feel your arch starting to weaken. “she’s such a baby, my baby though,” and once he tongue rummages deeper inside of you, it taps near your clit. it’s a mean tap, scratching such a forbidden itch in your brain and you almost grow stupid. toji feels you about to collapse forward due to your weak frail legs and he chuckles against your pussy. “heh, drama queen.”
you whimper as he stretches your ass more with one hand—he’s leaving all kinds of cobwebs of saliva that glues against both temples of your ass, racing down your thighs. “mmph,” he feels you claw the back of head, shoving him closer towards your pussy. a sly grin spreads against his lips and he slides his finger out, breaking away to taste it. “y’er gettin’ fuckin’ handsy, baby. careful now,” and his tongue slithers back towards your puckering hole. his same thumb pokes against it before he’s just slurping you—loud slippery sounds departing from his lips, devouring your cunt as if he was a starved, starved man.
“toj—fuck, ‘m gonna cum,” you blurt out, your grip against his hair loosening. your cheek presses against the pillow as he lies his tongue flat, making sure his tongue wanders everywhere. he lolls it around to where he’s creating all kinds of letters and shapes just from his silvery tongue.
your toes continue to curl as your mouth’s just dangling open, feeling his scar repeatedly scrape up against your twitching clit. unapologetically. he spits on your entrance just to lap it right up, feeling the tint in his pants rise. he’s so hard, so fucking hard and your cute pulsing only made it worse. “shit, shit toji please,” your sweet babbles ring against his ears as he feels the shimmy of your hips. you could never stay still, and that was one of the many things he loved about you.
“yeah, cum on my face. make a fuckin’ mess, make me proud baby,” a low voice grumbles from behind, and his tongue’s still delving in and out of your sappy folds. you’re so soaked, his lips were so loud with how they suction against your slick pussy and you were just dumb. dumbfounded, his tongue had you utterly stupid and you only wanted more. but a hard hand swats against your sensitive cunt, snapping you back to reality. “c’mon, ‘m thirsty. give me my meal.”
gasping for air, you let off a tiny shriek once you finally let go, feeling such intense pressure lift up from the center of your abdomen. you’re frazzled, dewy eyes staring into the satiny cushioned pillow that’s shoved against your face as you burst. “fuck—fuck,” you whine, and it feels like a geyser just erupted. except, the geyser was right between your legs. you’re squirting, and it shoots out so fast, trickling down toji’s chin and even paints his dark stubble a sheeny glistening color. as he’s slowly gliding his tongue against your folds one more time, he blinks thrice whilst a smug grin stretches against his lip.
“well how about that,” toji snickers, and he gives your cunt one more suck, smearing your slick all over his chin. he didn’t care how much of a mess you made - it was his mess too. you can almost feel his lewd gaze bore into your ass before he peels a thumb against your clit. “looks like she’s still got it,” and you moan, feeling him give your pussy a ‘praising’ good job pat. he hums, feeling you throb on his palm. as he’s catching his breath just like you, toji hums, flipping you over. “my girl can’t help but be a fuckin’ super soaker, cute. .”
☆ CHOSO KAMO.
choso was always exhausted whenever he came home, constant battles on a daily would wear anyone out. but it was all worth it because in the end, he came home to you. his pretty girl—but today, today was different.
“i need you,” he murmurs out of breath, and you’re taken by surprise as you lazily flop back against the couch with your legs slightly spread open. the last thing you’d expect was to see choso on his knees for you. he suppresses a whimper that’s so close to flying from his lips before he nips a few wet kisses near your thighs. “ ‘m so starved, baby. been too long since i—” and he cuts off. pretty mahogany eyes of his suddenly widen once you pull down your shorts with one hand, revealing your panties. purple, the lacy fabric decorates the valley cracks of your thighs and shields your most sensitive bits. choso can’t help but pout once you softly grab onto the crown of his head, rummaging your fingers through his loose ravened tresses and tickling his scalp. with a needy pout, he looks at you whilst he’s leaning into your touch. “may i?”
“yeah, but keep the panties on though ‘cho,” you reply in a cheeky tone, watching the frustrated pout on his face grow. but he doesn’t complain, and instead, he inches his face closer and closer and closer, all until he’s eating you out through your panties. “f- fuck.” you’d swallow as a sharp gasp wrenches out of your full heaving lungs.
once he started—there was no stopping.
choso’s whines were muffled as his knees were dug, buried into the furry carpet ground. his pretty lashes flap as his tongue delicately laps around your sopping cunt—oh, you’re such a tease. despite how your underwear was in the way of the part he really wanted to eat, he still tasted how soaked you were. not only that, but he could smell it too. “god, ‘s unfair,” he grunts, swirling his tongue around every part he could get to. your breath hitches and your fingers were still intertwined between his thin strands. “mmph,” and he can’t help but smell your panties. he’s missed you so much. as choso’s soft kitten licks turn into slurps within a soak of just a few seconds few seconds—he glances up at you with a cute frown. panting, he murmurs. “can i- can i touch myself?”
“no, choso,” you tease him some more,” and you spread your legs just a bit wider. with the wide eyed stare he’s giving you and the way his mouth was cutely just dangling open, you’d have thought he was about to drool all over you. so pretty, he almost loses composure once you finally pull a string of your panties toward the side of your thigh. “not yet.”
“so mean,” he cutely grumps, his plump lips curling into another pout again as he’s positioned right between your plush thighs. choso leans into your tender touch though, and he goes back to licking your pussy. he moans, trying to savor your taste as much as he could. choso’s tense arms remain idle—although he’s just itching to touch himself and it doesn’t take long before his chin starts to glisten with slick - your slick. choso couldn’t help himself though, so he starts to find another way to feel.
his rickety hips start to jerk up against the edge of the couch and he’s ruthlessly grinding into the furniture. he’s feral like a animal and heat—all for you - just for you. “mmph, fuck,” he whines, feeling such hot friction bristle against your body and it ricochets onto his. choso already had a boner by just looking at you—but now, he was definitely pent up. the tent in his sweats only grows as he continues to rummage his warm tongue through the corners and crevices of your cunt. gasping, you start to slowly drag his head further against you. “baby, ‘m so hard. so hard jus for you.”
choso was such a messy eater though—he was inexperienced in some areas, sure. but when it came to eating you out, he never failed to please you. he couldn’t get enough of you, especially when you tasted like that. his head can’t help but move around and crazily shift everywhere. he’s devouring your cunt whilst his hips continue to thrust against the edge of the couch over and over and over again.
the snapping creaks get more rowdier before you dig your fingers through his scalp once more. you always tried your best to shower him with praises whenever he was stuffed between your thighs—eating out your precious pussy as if it was the last meal to exist on earth. “ ‘s okay, cho, right there baby. right there, fuck.”
your sweet praises made his ears perk up and twitch and it’s so cute to see. choso’s so into it that he whines right against your cunt, hot breath colliding against your slick flaps. you whine, continuing to guide his face by dragging his head around and against your sloppy entrance. “mmph,” his voice is still muffled as his tongue occasionally rubs against your clit. choso sucks against it hard just to hear you whimper out. his eyes were closed the entire time—but after a while, you hear a bit of a subtle sniffle. you peer down, and it’s choso. he’s sniffling, quite literally getting lost in your pussy. both chubby temples of his face flush as his tongue’s wanders in every neglected corner of your gripping walls. you pause, about to pry his head away and ask what’s wrong before he clings onto your hips, shaking his head firmly. “n- no, don’t move away please. ‘m not done.”
and choso was sniffling solely because of your cunt. it was that good. . he couldn’t comprehend how something from a mere human such as yourself could taste this divine. he’s melting into putty in real time the more he’s slurping your honeyed juices—spitting it all over your clit before cleaning it right back up like a good boy. “fuck,” he whimpers, still thrusting his keen hips into the corner of the couch. he’s so loud, even louder than you and it’s adorable. “baby, i- i love you, i love you s’much,” he starts to babble, and his slurps become more wet and noisy. the lewd squelches from your own pussy bounces and reverbs off the walls and off your ears. your carnal moans only make him more hard as he’s feeling his boner drag itself further against the silky fabric of his grey sweats. “fuck, ‘m gonna cum again, n- not again, ugh.”
he freezes like a deer in headlights the moment the center of his boxers fills itself with damp grey splotches—he felt it, and he moans whilst he’s still got a mouth full of your pussy. “aw man,” he pouts, his chest heaving as he pries his lips away from your throbbing cunt. teary eyed and a cute determined pout on his lips, choso kisses your clit one more time before sighing. “baby, can we retry? i- i’ll do better this time, promise.”
☆ SUKUNA RYŌMEN.
sukuna’s a filthy pussy eater. . he’s fucking nasty.
he’s a demon and he has no shame. eating you out was a mere pastime for him. whenever he was bored, all he’d really have to do was summon you to his royal chambers to ‘entertain him’ in his own words.
of course, whenever this happens, it always escalates to you laid flat on his king sized bed with your legs widely sprawled—having the sukuna ryomen nose deep inside of your cunt. one of sukuna’s favorite things to do was to eat you out directly after he came inside you.
“brat, stay still,” he murmurs to you, but due to the carnally low pitch in his voice, it sounded like a playful warning. your bottom lip gets caught in between your teeth as you gnaw on it, feeling your stomach churn with such excited apprehension. sukuna’s tall frame towers over you and you gulp at the demon right before your very eyes. you take a moment to glance down at his cock, spotting his pink swollen tip that’s profusely all runny and flaccid. you milked him so much earlier, and he groans at the feeling of still being sensitive. back to his own eyes, they gloss over near your stretched out legs and peek right between your thighs. such goopy ribbons of cum ooze out of your pussy and you spot him licking his lips, a single fang cutely poking out near the corner of his mouth. “hn,” he grouses, and with two hands, he scoots your waist up closer to his hungry sheeny lips.
“suku— fuck,” you squeal, and it was so quick. one second he was telling you to stay still and the next, he’s eating his own cum out of you. filthy, the perfect word to describe sukuna. for once, he’s only ever quiet and shuts up when it comes to your sweet pussy - funny. rolling out his tongue flat against your shimmery entrance, his pink thin brows then compress together in obscene concentration. your back rests flat against one of his many cushioned pillows and your jaw dangles open. “fuck, fuck,” you repeat in broken sweet whimpers, now staring to feel his forked tongue roam all throughout your sensitive walls.
sukuna’s ear twitches once he hears a sudden slosh. as if a sudden instinct triggered him, his cold red eyes flicker toward your left thigh. a creamy droplet of cum starts to drip down the side of your leg. “what a sloppy girl you are,” he huffs, and his tongue licks it right up. he’s not even fazed by the bittersweet taste of himself that’s coating all on his tongue. your stomach caves in and out as he continues to feast—every few seconds, the keen sharp edges of his fangs would nip against your clit. your body would arch forward and you’d give him that cute twisting facial expression every time. “just look at this mess,” he speaks through clenched teeth and an even more clenched jaw.
the curse’s stern crimson eyes rove gawk toward your soppy clit as he pries his lips away—his lips were a pearly pink, lathered with your slick and excess amounts of his own forbidden taste. “ah, don’t even think about closin’ these beauties yet,” and you shiver once he presses a kiss near the neglected crevice of your thigh. your head tosses back as you’re just panting heavily, your chest tightening up with each drawn breath. “hm, ‘s still pouring out of you. how uncouth,” and you whimper once he spits right on your cunt, lapping it right up before kissing your weeping folds once more. “taught you all these manners ‘n you’re still just my sloppy girl. ‘s that right, princess?”
“sukuna, fuuuck,” you babble out, and you gasp once he slowly inserts a thick finger inside, hooking the fat digit all throughout your saturated walls.
“little girl, that’s not the answer to my question,” he tsks, and you release another moan at the feeling of his long finger scissoring its way inside of you, swirling all around deeply. sukuna adds even more pressure by sucking down on your achy clit, dampening his own sculptured chin with your slit soaking against the lower part of his jaw.
you are indeed a mess, stammering out the same loop of pathetic cries as he slurps up his own mess out of you. sukuna snickers, bringing a palm toward your pussy just to watch you wince in pleasure. the sting, your legs were on the verge of snapping shut and he knew that. “tell me,” he utters hoarsely, gradually pulling out his finger and licks it slowly from top to bottom. staring you dead in the eyes, he kisses your folds once more. “who’s pussy is this?”
“yours,” you hiss through gritted teeth at the spank. your sobbing pussy’s met with another rude spank and you gasp, feeling your perky nipples poke further against the fabric of your tank top. “s- sukuna.”
with another spank, spurts of your own dewy juices coat the wide palm of his hand and his crimson-velvet eyes narrow at you. “that’s right, pet. all mine,” and for one last time, he brings a sloppy four second kiss towards your runny cunt. sukuna’s lewd slurps echo through his chambers indefinitely. “you know it ‘n she knows it too.”
☆ GETO SUGURU.
suguru geto eats you out like it’s his favorite hobby, call him a professional swimmer because he loves drowning in your sweet sweet cunt. well, minus the swimming part though.
“sit,” he murmurs, and you swallow thickly as you’re hovering right over his face - his pretty emotionless face. geto’s eyes bore into you and he gives your ass a playful pinch. with ravened dark strands still running down both of his eyes, he licks against your thigh. “sit on my face, pretty girl. ‘m fuckin’ hungry,” and you moan once his teeth tug against the hem of your panties. “there we go,” he coaxes—watching as you leisurely start to lower yourself down onto his face. as he speaks, his voice lowers a single octave and it makes you pulse right between your legs - how embarrassing. your weight slowly but surely makes its way toward his mouth that’s seeping with eager drool from the sides before you’re now sitting on his face. then, you’re met with the most smug expression from geto whilst he opens his mouth, parting his thin slick-spit lips. “lay it on me, yeah. good girl. good fuckin’ girl.”
“fuh— fuuuck,” a whine spews from your lips once his tongue naturally lies itself flat against your entrance. his tongue was frigidly cold and you feel it, the brief knobby texture of his tongue makes your toes curl up. geto’s lashes flap close as he’s slurping up all of you, taking long dramatic gulps whilst a hand cups the fat plush skin of your ass. your hips stutter at first — you’re shy a bit at how you’re just sitting on his face, but he then grabs you by the hips, slamming you further down against his tongue. “suguru,” you whine, chewing the inside of your cheek. his eyes were closed and he’s just merrily munching against your cunt as if he didn’t have a single care in the world. spoiler alert, he didn’t. geto’s head though was maddened. it jerks from left to right, and he’s already growing feral within seconds.
“heyy girl,” he whispers in a raspy voice, feeling your nervous hips swerve in cute crazed arcs. for the life of you—you just couldn’t stay still and he found that so adorable. your eyes were looking anywhere but him and his long fat tongue slowly licks around your tender clitoral hood. geto slides two thick fingers down your pussy, feeling you tense up and he hums. “look at me, eyes on me, sweetheart,” he reminds you, and you watch as his lips twist up. even between your legs—he’s so pretty, and stringy glimmering strands of his own saliva starts to dribble down his sharp chin. he was a mess right underneath you and your clammy hands find their way in his hair, tangling through his matted dark locks. “want you to look at me while i make love to my other favorite girl,” he whispers in a rough voice, and you moan once his tongue hastily flicks against your pulsating nub more.
as you’re shaking all from his tongue and his sly wry words, your eyes lock onto geto’s. “fuck, suguru,” you moan, your fingers getting lost in his shaggy jet-black strands. he’s so pretty, he’s got the most unbothered deadpan plastered on his face while he’s eating you out, dragging his long tongue through your treacly sensitive regions. oh, he just couldn’t get enough of you. geto loves to spit all on your pussy just to have it fall back into his mouth, smearing his crooked pink lips all over your puffy soddened folds as if it was his own personal lip gloss. “y- you’re so nasty, sugu.”
“yeah? praise me more sweetheart,” he utters in a husky voice, and you knew he was joking but you throbbed either way. your hips were so unsteady the more you sat on his face. fuck, he’s staring dead at you too, raising a dark brow before laughing against your cunt. cool breath tickles near your pulsating entrance before he blows against your folds. “aw, quiet now huh. ‘s my tongue really too much? maybe i should stop.”
“n- no, please,” you whine, and your hands rigorously pull onto his strands. the dark haired man looks at you with a sleazy grin, such viscous gooey strands of your own slick dripping down his chin. geto was already pussy drunk, you could tell. he loved hearing those sweet whimpers of yours squawk out the back of your throat despite how you’re trying oh so hard to shut yourself up.
geto loved whenever you got loud for him—he didn’t care who heard. but on the other hand though, his tongue was just plain evil, he made sure to spell out all types of letters and shapes on your pussy. he even spelled his name. your pussy was so loud too, the sloshes were so sopping wet that you couldn’t even believe that was coming right out of you. with a quivering bottom lip, you grab him by the hair, pulling his head up a bit so he could look you straight in the eye again. “don’t stop, suguru. ngh, please. need you to—”
“need? oh, girl,” he sassily snickered, and you moan once his palm firmly swats against your swollen cunt. you were wet, shamelessly dripping down and with his hand now smacking against your folds, you were even more soaked. geto’s low voice and the way it pitches makes your thighs nearly give up, on the verge of collapsing. “dumb girl, stop thinkin’ with your cunt when you speak to me. you don’t need shit,” and he playfully nibbles on your clit. “right, pretty girl?”
geto calling you a dumb girl and a pretty girl in the same sentence made your brain ache—
your breath grows significantly shallow as you stare at him and he’s got nothing but a feral hungry glint in his eyes. “i- i want you make me cum, sugu,” you correct yourself, and your cunt’s just desperately throbbing. every nerve stored inside of your sopping clit, you felt it all. just yearning for you to let go—you were right there, you were so close to your release that you could almost taste it. so bittersweet, the pointed tips of your ears grew hot as you started to grind your sloppy hips against his face again. “please, please. make me cum, suguru. want your tongue, pretty please.”
“that’s my girl,” he coos, a thumb gliding down your runny slit. his cold breath wafts against your pussy and you shiver before his nibbles against your sweet cute nub turn into greedy elongated sucks. geto’s head quickly sashays side to side again in a frantic manner before he grunts. “mhm, c’mon then. give it to me, princess. make a mess so i can clean it right up, atta girl.”
a whirling pool of heat continues to stir up inside of you and you that’s when you feel it. the immense intensity of raunchy pressure that’s shocking every part of your body. your knees buckle and you’re already weak but his tongue makes you ten times weaker. you’re defeated, an easy ko—knock-out, all from a simple tongue with the addition of filthy dirty words. the moment you cum, your mind shoots blanks.
“oh, sugu—fuck,” you then squeak once it all pours out of you. it’s as if you’ve been waiting for eons, and you suddenly feel weightless. you’re twitching and even after your orgasm, you still feel the sloppy laps of his tongue—strings of cobwebby spit glossing his lips before he finally departs. “ngh, suguru.” you’d babble as you’re still weakly riding geto’s tongue. the overstim scratches such a carnal itch in your brain and it makes your eyes roll all the way back.
geto’s catching his breath, running his tongue over his dampened lips before he watches you slump back against the cushioned mattress all pretty and breathless. so cute, the way your chest heaves in and out and your thighs still shook with intense elation. “aw, tired already?” and he crawls up beside you, sneaking a kiss near your neck. “but oh, we’re just gettin’ started, princess. that was just a test run, silly.”
sypnosis: how the jjk men punish you after doing the "she's busy bro" prank on them.
contains: rough unprotected sex, creampie, spanking, true-form sukuna, aftercare?, etc.
warnings: sexual content is present in the following. read at your own risk.
featuring: gojo, geto, toji, sukuna.
𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎
"You thought that was funny?" Your ass receives a slap, dragging out a yelp from your quivering lips as the malleable flesh of your buttcheeks recoiled from the impact. Sounds of your wet skin slapping against each other. Over. And. Over. Again. Fills the room accompanied by the smell of sex lingering in the air.
"Ah! S'toru hngh..."
Swollen pink lips make contact with your shoulder, kissing them tenderly while his fat thumb snakes down to your clit and starts eriting his name harshly to your swollen nub, pushing you to the edge. "Take that—fuck!" His voice breaks into a whimper as he nears his orgasm. His fat cock bullies your g-spot repeatedly before he releases his load into you making your eyes roll back to the back of your head.
He pulls out looking at the scenery of his cum dripping out of your poor hole. He pecks your lips tenderly, silently muttering an 'I love you' as he wraps his arms around you to carry you to the bathroom. "Was I too rough?" His voice was quieter than the sound of the water filling the tub. You shake your head reassuringly giving his hand a tender squeeze. "Not as rough as he did."
Uh oh.
𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎
"Ah ah ah. I didn't tell you to stop. Finish what you started baby." Suguru coos and you whine frowning at him because you know he wouldn't fuck you. "You did this to yourself. Now suck." He slaps his thick cock on your tongue. "And no touching yourself." He strongly reminded.
You obeyed his order and started to lick his slit slowly earning a low groan from him. You kiss his dark reddish tip before wrapping your plump lips around it and start bobbing your head up and down.
You put his hands on top of your hand giving him full control of your head and thats when you almost gagged because he started bullying your throat, the tip of his shoe starts to grind against your crotch, you let out a muffled moan as you both pleasured each other.
His ass clenches, voice cracking, balls tightening. "Babe—I'm close—hngh" he choked out, gently stroking your hair as he busts his nuts down your throat.
After riding his orgasm, he picks you up before settling you down to his lap, "you did such a good job" he kisses your forehead, gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "Water please" his smile falters at your hoarse voice before nodding.
𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈
"I'm too old for—Ah.. that shit, y'know?" He lets out a breathy groan when you clench around him. "Well clearly to old to get the joke." You try to get on his nerves and you mentally pat yourself on the shoulder cause it's clearly working.
The way he's so deep inside you makes you mewl and arch your back. "I'm growing white—Hngh.. hair because of you." His tip pressing kisses to your cervix as he pistons himself in and out of you.
Your skin was painted with red marks. He admired the canvas, hips slapping harder against yours, fat balls slapping against your ass. "T-Toji—m'close...don't stop—Ah!" You claw on the sheets till your knuckles turned white as you near your climax.
His thrusts started being sloppy and before you knew it, he was cumming hard inside you, painting your walls white. He rubs your clit making you squirm, screaming his name as you cum around his cock.
He pulls out of you, putting you over his shoulders, your legs limping and twitching as your juices drip down. "Let's get you cleaned up."
𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀
His claws were drawing scars around your back as he pounds into your tight hole, groaning and choking you with his second pair of arms. "How dare you mess with me like that hm?" You look at him with teary eyes, lips swollen and red. "M sorry kuna—Ah!" You yelp as his hand hits your ass.
"Sorry doesn't cut it." You hold onto him, limbs wrapped around his torso. Your eyes roll up when you feel his mouth on his abdomen lick and suck on your clit. "S-Sukuna w-wait—Ah!" You squirt and that triggered his cock to shoot out his load.
And thats when everything went black.
He pulls out when he feels your limp body against his. "Hey, woman?" He cups your face with a hand hoping you'll wake up but seeing how tired you are, he decides to let you rest.
He ordered some servants to bring a clean cloth and a bowl of hot water. He wipes your bruised body with the damp fabric, hand brushing your hair behind your ear. As much as he hates to admit it, he's much gentler with you for some reason.
summary: you move into a shitty apartment with a long list of maintenance issues. your landlord puts off sending someone to fix them, only making your frustrations grow. that is, until the maintenance man finally arrives and you discover that he's hot... and you find yourself making excuses for him to keep coming back.
warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, maintenance man!san, tenant!reader, reader is kind of a perv lol, unprotected piv (wrap it up!), oral (f receiving), san is a tease, fingering, hair pulling (m receiving), cumplay, kitchen counter sex!!!, he kinda throws u around hehehe, choking, dacryphilia, use of a petname (baby), lmk if i forgot anything!
author's note: umm.... hahaha um...... so this is lowkey based on a recent experience i had of my maintenance man coming to fix some shit in my apt and he strangely had SO much rizz and i was like wait a minute.... this could be a great fic idea LMAO thank u to @hausofmingi for being my beta-reader ily always ♡
when you signed your lease at your new apartment, you didn’t expect to sign up for a list of problems.
you desperately needed a new place to live, and with the measly budget you had for rent, all that was left available were slim pickings. so when you finally found a small 1 bedroom apartment that wasn’t double your desired price, you jumped at the opportunity. you applied for the place on the spot and were approved the same day. you didn’t really think anything of it, but when you finally got settled in and actually gave a good look at your newfound home… you were in for a fucking nightmare.
for starters, the window unit in the bedroom wouldn’t blow cool air. it’s right in the heat of the summer, so coming home after a long day only to sweat all night long was not cutting it for you. you put in a maintenance request through your tenant portal app the first day when you realized this.
another annoyance was the dishwasher. one of your biggest must-haves was to have an actual working one. maybe you were asking a bit much with your budget, but with the amount that you work, it was imperative. you were thrilled to see the dishwasher during the viewing, only to find a few days worth of dirty dishes later, that said dishwasher was rusty and moldy. literally unusable. so you put in another maintenance request.
last one, and maybe now you’re just getting picky because you’re pissed, but your shower water pressure sucked, and by the time you would finish a shower, the water would take forever to drain. another request sent.
all these maintenance requests and not a single one fixed. you started to wonder if the tenant portal app even worked, so you called your landlord, only to grapple with them on finding a time for them to fix it while you’re still home. you might want these things fixed asap, but you’re not willing to let a stranger in your space when you’re not there.
you started to fucking lose it. a few weeks with no cold air, shitty water pressure, and dishes piling up your sink, and not one thing being done about it. you call your landlord one more time, urging them to finally fix these issues, arguing that they should’ve been fixed before you even moved in. and with that last push, they finally caved and did their fucking job. they said they’re sending someone there first thing tomorrow.
so when you finally wake up and go about your day-off routine, you’re constantly watching the clock. when they said “first thing tomorrow,” did they mean “first thing tomorrow once the maintenance man feels like it”? because it’s already pushing noon and you’re getting impatient. it’s obnoxious; you’re not able to run any errands (let alone actually go out and enjoy your day off) and you’re just waiting around for some dude to actually do the job you’ve been asking for for weeks.
just as you find yourself dialing the landlord’s number, you hear a knock at your door. fucking FINALLY. you jump off your couch, mind spewing profanities out of frustration. you walk towards the door, ready to give this stupid maintenance man a piece of your mind. you swing open the door, and your heart drops.
the maintenance man stands before you, with a tight black tank that hugged his muscular build and dirty worn jeans. he has a tool belt strapped to his (surprisingly small?) waist and a heavy tool box gripped in his hand. he’s a little dirty, and his chest is shiny with sweat due to the humid outside air. his rugged exterior is a huge juxtaposition to his face, however, with sharp yet kind eyes and a sweet smile.
“you need some maintenance done?” he asks.
“oh, uh, yes,” you stumble, suddenly at a loss for words. “come on in.” you hold the door open, allowing him to walk through to your living room.
“so you’re having issues with your water pressure?” he says, looking around the apartment.
“yeah, that and a few other things,” you reply. “but the biggest thing is the window unit in my room. it doesn’t blow any cold air.”
“i can fix that,” he looks at you with a grin. “which one’s the bedroom?”
you walk him to your room, thanking god he can’t see the blush forming on your face. he walks in and places his tool box down, promptly inspecting the window unit.
“i’ll just let you do your thing,” you say, twiddling your thumbs. “i’ll be in the living room if you need me.”
he nods, and you go back to sit on your couch. you mindlessly scroll through your phone, all while spiraling in your head. did your landlord hire this guy from a fucking modeling agency? he has the build for handyman work, that is certain. however, his face is what’s really getting to you. he could be on the cover of vogue and you wouldn’t bat an eye. but there he is, working on a shitty a/c window unit in your room.
you suddenly become hyper aware of the appearance of your bedroom. what does he think about your decor? is he cringing at the plushies sat on your bed? what if you left a pair of underwear out? oh my god, did you leave your nightstand drawer open, with your vibrator out for the whole world to see?
“it looks like you’ll need a whole new window unit,” he says from your room, interrupting your swarming thoughts. “this one doesn’t even have heat, and you’ll need that for winter.”
“oh, yeah,” you say, getting up and standing in your bedroom doorway. “how long will it take to get a new one? this heat has been brutal.”
“i should be able to bring one tomorrow, if you’re available,” he says, turning back to look at you as he closes up the tool box.
“i’m available,” you say all too quick. dude. be cool. “i mean, yeah, i can try to get off work a little earlier, maybe at like 3?”
“works for me,” he smiles, standing up. “can i get your number?”
you can’t hide your blush this time, nodding at the insinuation, but knowing it was just to iron out arrangements. “here,” you say, opening your phone messages so he can send himself a text.
he types away and hands your phone back. “you need a new dishwasher too, right?”
“i do,” you confirm.
“i can try and get you one by tomorrow too,” he says. “i’m off duty by like 5, so hopefully i’ll have enough time. now the shower?”
you nod and lead him to your bathroom. he examines the shower head, and you watch your cat approach him from behind.
“oh my god,” he says, startled at your cat rubbing against his leg. “this little dude came out of nowhere!” he reaches down to pet him, all while he’s purring up a storm.
“wow, he really likes you,” you stand shocked. your cat is always so standoffish to strangers, usually hiding under your bed or couch. but he’s rubbing against your maintenance man’s legs like he’s best friends with him.
“cats tend to really like me, i don’t know why,” he chuckles, scratching at your cat’s head. “what’s his name?”
“leo,” you say.
“like the zodiac sign?” he looks up at you while still petting him.
“yeah, i wanted to name him after his own sign but he’s a cancer, soooo…” you trail off, awkwardly fiddling with your hands.
“i’m a cancer!” he lights up, looking back down at leo. “no wonder we get along.”
you smile, and then realize you’re staring again. “i’ll go back in here so you can work.”
after distracting yourself with your phone again for a bit, you look up and see the man starting to walk out the bathroom doorway, already with his things together.
“okay, it should be good now, but let me know tomorrow if there’s any issues,” he says. you nod to him and lead him to the front door. you open the door and he walks out, but turns to you before he leaves. “so, i’ll see you tomorrow?” he has a smile on his face, with a hint of something behind it that you can’t quite read.
“yeah, tomorrow,” you say.
after locking the door behind him, you slump onto the couch with a big sigh. that was somehow the most nerve-wracking thing you’ve ever experienced. you remember he texted himself on your phone, so you open your messages and see the unsaved number.
sent 12:28 pm
this is san :)
you can feel heat rising to your cheeks. even a stupid smiley face in a text has got you kicking your feet. you text him back, telling him your name and a quick thank you.
dear lord. this man didn’t even do anything, but he will be the death of you.
you come home early the next day, even earlier than you mentioned. partly because you wanted to clean up your place a bit, but the other part to mentally prepare yourself for a hot man in your apartment again. you clean up your room, tidying up so it looks a tad better than it did the day prior. once you’re done, you find yourself fixing up your makeup, realizing you’re putting way too much effort into seeing a fucking handyman fix your a/c.
are you really doing this? intentionally getting dolled up for this?? haha never! right….?
you hear a knock at your door and jump up. you check yourself in the mirror one last time, fixing the gloss on your lips. you go to open the door to reveal san, standing in front of you again with a familiar sweet smile on his face. you smile back too eagerly.
“i got your window unit!” he says, nodding down to the large box in his hands.
“oh, come in, that must be heavy!” you say, ushering him into your living room.
“mind if i go in your room?” he asks.
“of course, please,” you say, opening your bedroom door and letting him set the box down. you attempt to subtly watch his arms flex as he drops it. oh my god he is so hot.
you retreat to the living room as usual, allowing him to work in peace. you work on some things on your laptop to pass the time, but the thought of this man working on your a/c, muscles protruding, sweat glistening… it’s all too much of a distraction. you decide to put your ear buds in, trying to drown out your own perverse thoughts. you finally are able to hone in on your work, catching up on the things you couldn’t finish during your shift today since you left early.
you don’t realize that san finished installing the window unit until you feel a hand on your shoulder, making you jump.
“oh!” you stammer, pulling an ear bud out. “sorry, what’s up?”
san has a smile creeping on his face. “my bad, i didn’t mean to scare you. i just wanted to let you know i finished putting in the unit.”
“that’s great, thank you so much,” you say, standing up. “did you get the dishwasher today too?”
“yeah i did,” he says, but then he checks his phone for the time. you realize it’s about to hit 5 pm, and he said he’s off by that time.
“you’re almost off, i forgot,” you say apologetically. “you can just come back another day?”
he checks his phone again, contemplating. “well… i mean i already have it in my truck, so i don’t mind working a little bit over my time.”
“you really don’t have to, san,” you plead.
“it’s okay,” he says. “i’ll be right back with it!”
he exits your apartment, giving you a moment to kick yourself. having a dishwasher that works would be so great right now, but you feel guilty for having him work past his time. another part of you wants him to go anyway, if it meant he would come back again.
you hear a loud noise outside your front door, so you open it to see san with the new dishwasher on a dolly. you hold the door open for him, allowing him to enter your apartment and bee-line to the kitchen. he props the dolly down to drop the box.
“i should be able to finish this in about an hour, is that okay?” he asks, already unboxing it.
“as long as you’re okay with working this late,” you shrug.
“i don’t mind at all,” he smiles, looking up at you.
“okay, i’ll just be in here,” you point behind you, gesturing to the living room.
“alright, dishwasher is done,” san says, walking into the living room with a broken down empty box in one hand and dolly in the other.
“thank you so much,” you smile.
“is there anything else you need then?” he inquires, quirking up an eyebrow.
a moment of silence washes over the room momentarily, with you wracking your brain trying to find a reason for him to stay longer. but you push that away, knowing he’s been working way too long past his scheduled time.
“no, i think that will do it,” you sigh, unintentionally sounding disappointed.
“well,” he mumbles, toying with the box in his hand. “well you have my number, so if you need anything, feel free to shoot me a text.”
you walk him to the door, thanking him. he stands out in the hallway, you looking at him out your front door.
“really though,” he insists. “if you need anything.” with one last sweet smile, he leaves.
so what does he mean by that? “anything.” maybe you’re delusional for thinking there’s a hidden meaning behind that statement. as in, you can text him if you want him to fuck your brains out, “anything?” definitely not, but your mind wanders at the thought of it; that he’d drop everything and book it back to your apartment, heaving and sweaty, ready to take what’s his. you’re actually fucking crazy.
and to make yourself even crazier, the next few days you find yourself itching to get another reason to have him come back. you check your kitchen sink’s water pressure, it’s fine. you test out the stove for the first time and it cooked your food perfectly, no gas smell. then you find something. one of your kitchen drawers won’t close completely. it’s something small, but enough to put in a maintenance request. for the first time since you moved in, you feel grateful you live in a shitty apartment.
you swing the door open, happy to see the cute grin san always gives you the moment he sees you.
“sooo… a drawer, huh?” he quips with a hint of a teasing tone.
“y-yeah, i tried to fix it but i don’t know what i’m doing wrong,” you defend, rubbing the back of your neck.
“i can fix that,” he says, passing into the kitchen, tool box in hand. you’re ready to retreat to your living room as usual, but san stops you. “you know, you don’t have to wait around in your living room for me to finish. i like having company.”
“oh,” you mumble, turning around. “i thought you might want privacy while you work.”
“no, it’s okay,” he says, opening his tool box to grab a few items. “if you wanted, you can hang around. i like learning about the tenants i’m working for.”
“okay,” you murmur. you open a kitchen cabinet to grab two mugs. “do you want some tea?”
“i would love some tea,” he says.
you put the kettle on the stove, heating up some water. you chat with san about work, how many units he has to visit in a day, about the interesting tenants he meets, how long he’s been doing this. once the kettle starts whistling, san is already finished fixing the drawer, placing it back into it’s assigned slot. you can’t help but feel disappointed that your time with him is almost up. you put the tea bags in the mugs of hot water, offering one to san.
“i know you’re done, but if you still want it,” you say, and he accepts the drink with a grin. you both sit at your kitchen table, continuing to chat. your cat leo enters the kitchen, going to straight to san’s legs to rub against him.
“there’s my boy,” san coos, scratching leo’s head.
“i still can’t get over how much he likes you,” you laugh. “he’s never this friendly, he’s only like this with me.”
“he seems friendly to me,” san says. “maybe he just has good taste in people.”
you chuckle, wondering in the back of your mind if he meant that about you too.
san checks his phone, realizing the time. he sets down his tea and stands. “i should probably get out of here, there’s another tenant waiting for me.”
“i didn’t mean to keep you—”
“no no,” san interrupts. “it’s okay. i really liked this. not a lot of people are this welcoming.”
“of course,” you reply, standing up with him. “i—i really liked this too.”
san smiles, biting a bit at his lip. you look at each other for a moment, feeling an intriguing tension in the air. he finally shakes head, going to grab his things to go. you walk him to your front door. you say another thank you, about to close the door.
“like i said,” he repeats, leaning against the door frame. “anything.”
you hadn’t seen san in over a week. it was driving you mad. you became addicted to his energy, to his warm greeting at your front door, to the lingering gazes you shared. you didn’t have any reason to see him again, and you needed to find another. so you did something you’re not entirely proud of… something that an actual crazy person would do. you loosened a bolt on a pipe under your kitchen sink, allowing water to trickle the smallest amount in the lower cabinet.
listen. you know it’s bizarre at this point, but you had to see him again. it’s not like anything would happen; he’d probably just fix it up, have another nice chat with you, and be on his way. is it so bad that you meddled with your sink just to see him?
when san arrives, he has that all-knowing grin on his face the moment you open the door.
“the sink now, hm?” he asks.
“yeah,” you chuckle anxiously. “the sink.”
he goes to the kitchen and inspects the pipes under the sink. you lean against the counter, hoping to god he doesn’t notice that the pipe didn’t magically get loose.
“ah i see,” he laughs to himself. “it’s just a loose bolt. easy fix.” he tightens it with his tools, quickly finishing.
“oh, haha,” you say, nerves bubbling in your stomach. “i guess i could’ve done that.”
“you know, it’s so interesting…” he trails off, standing up to face you, running a hand through his hair.
“what?” you ask.
“i’ve never had to do so much maintenance work for one tenant before,” he says, sly grin across his face. fuck. do you think he knows?
“and i swear, that bolt kinda looked like it was loosened by a wrench…” he trails off again, stepping closer to you. HE KNOWS.
“n-no, i would never,” you defend, feeling backed against the counter.
your eyes are locked on san, wandering over his built frame, over his sharp features. he’s inching closer and closer, and you feel your breath hitch. he catches your trailing eyes as if to ask for permission, and leans in to kiss you.
finally, the thing you’ve been wanting so bad from him, to feel his lips against yours. he cups your cheek with one hand, letting you melt into his touch. your lips part to allow his tongue to slide in, deepening the kiss with fervor. his form pushes against yours, pressing you against the kitchen counter. his hands begin to wander, grazing from the side of your face down to your waist. he holds you in a tight grip, pulling your hips forward to meet his. you can feel him harden in his jeans as he lets out a groan against your lips.
“you did this on purpose, hm?” san says, separating from your lips. he lifts you up and places you to sit on the kitchen counter in one swift motion. he kneels to the floor, grabbing at the waist of your pants. “just to see me?”
you nod emphatically, watching as he pulls down your pants and underwear. the cold air hits your core and you try to close your legs, but san pushes them back open to admire you. putting your legs over his shoulders, he runs his fingers against your folds, eyes drinking in the sight of you. you shudder at the feeling, knowing all too well that he’s already got you soaked.
“you like seeing me like this?” he whispers, looking up at you. “i bet you imagined me like this, between your legs.” when his fingertips graze over your clit, your body lets out a shake, and he knows he found what he wanted.
he attaches his mouth to your core and places a firm hold on your outer thighs. licking stripes up to your clit, each stroke of his tongue feels like heaven. he dips down to your hole, dragging your slick upwards. he moans at the taste of you, devouring at you with more passion. your hands grasp at his hair, relishing the stimulation.
he tugs his head back, looking as pussy-drunk as ever. “i imagined you like this too,” he moans, lips still hovering over you. you unintentionally tug at his hair, yearning for his mouth back on you. “i wanted you so bad the moment i saw you.”
he releases a hand off your thigh and snakes it back between your legs, teasing at your hole as he goes back to circle his tongue around your clit. he looks up at you as he slides his middle finger in, watching you crumble at the feeling. once he can tell you’re comfortable, he slides in another, slowly starting to pump them into you. you whimper at the feeling, walls contracting around his fingers.
your moans are uncontrollable, and he matches them, letting the vibrations enhance the stimulation. he curls his fingers into you, hitting that perfect spot. he can feel your core clenching more erratically, causing him to pick up the pace, but maintaining a steady rhythm. his tongue flicks at your clit just right, making you squeeze your eyes shut and tighten the grip on his hair.
“s-san,” you let out. “i’m gonna cum.”
he detaches from you briefly, still finger fucking you. “cum for me, baby, i want to taste you.” he immediately latches back onto you, eating you like his life depends on it.
you feel a wave of pleasure wash over your body, feeling like chills. you’re shaking now, unable to control the sheer amount of bliss your body is experiencing. you moan out to san, coming undone on his tongue. he continues to work at you, allowing you to ride out the entirety of your orgasm.
he finally disconnects from you, pulling out his fingers coated in your essence. he licks them clean, looking up at you with the same look of desire. he stands up, promptly placing his lips on yours in a passionate kiss. you can taste yourself on his fucked-out lips, and it makes it that much hotter. you can hear him fumbling with his belt, and your hands reach down to help. you place your palm over his bulge, it twitching at the contact.
san separates from you, letting out a heavy sigh. he pulls himself out from his underwear, rubbing the tip at your spent pussy. he looks down and lets a string of his spit hit his throbbing cock, spreading it around the expanse of it with his hand. he angles himself into you, and slowly starts pushing in. you gasp at the size, him stretching you out much more than his fingers initially did. he takes it slow, acknowledging the whimpers leaving your lips.
once he’s fully inside, he groans. “god, you’re so fucking tight.”
he watches himself enter you as he starts rolling his hips into you. he places a hand on the back of your neck, pushing you towards him for a messy kiss. he starts to pick up his pace, earning a sharp hiss on his lips in between kisses.
“you feel so good,” he murmurs to you. “i knew you would feel good.”
you moan in response, completely unable to form any words. all you know is that the stretch of his cock is deliciously painful, and the sweet kisses he’s peppering over your neck gives you goosebumps all over. you can’t even believe this is happening right now, that your fantasy of fucking your maintenance man is coming true, and it feels even better than you imagined.
“you wanted this so bad,” san teases, continuing to piston into you. “for me to fuck you like this. you probably imagined it, touching yourself the moment i left.”
and he’s right, you found yourself needy and horny after every visit he made. you couldn’t stop yourself from grabbing your vibrator and pretending he was the one fucking you, not yourself. but the feeling of the real thing was much different, much more euphoric. to have his chest heaving in front of you, sweat beading on his temple, desperate energy emanating from his body, saying i want to have all of you.
suddenly, he lifts you from the kitchen counter, holding your thighs firmly with his cock still in you. something about the fact that he can completely hold you up, still bouncing you on him even… you feel like his little play toy that he’s throwing around. he takes you to the bedroom, dropping you down on your bed and landing on top of you.
he wastes no time in sliding back into you, desperate to continue feeling your tight walls around him. his body is hovering over yours, your legs tangled as he thrusts into you. he pecks around your neck, hand ghosting over your throat as if seeking permission. you place your hand over his, allowing him to choke you until you’re lost in a euphoric haze.
his thrusts become more intense and forceful, each stroke sending chills down your spine as his length reaches deeper inside you. you swear you’re shaking the whole bed, the headboard repeatedly slamming against the wall. you’re so clouded by pleasure that you barely even notice he’s fucking you so hard that he’s pushing a dent into the wall from your bed frame.
“i can fix that,” san whispers with a smile, not even bothering to stop.
you let out a chuckle, then press a soft kiss to his lips. his hips begin to slow, as though he’s really taking his time to melt into you, to feel every part of you. he then lifts up to hit a new angle inside you, gripping your waist and slamming your hips into his with powerful, deliberate motions. you move your hand to your clit, feeling your walls tighten around his throbbing cock. your vision blurs, tears starting to well up in your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure.
“you gonna cum for me?” san asks, sensing the irregular pulsing of your core. you nod up at him, eyebrows furrowed and lip caught between your teeth. “cum on my cock, baby, let me feel you.”
your orgasm builds to a peak and then cascades over you, sending you into a state of pure bliss. san is still fucking into you, extending your orgasm while still chasing his own. it’s not until his hips begin to falter that you feel him shoot ropes of his cum into you, filling you completely. his moans echo yours, his hips gradually slowing until he finally comes to a stop.
he pulls out of you, falling next to you on the bed. the room is filled with the sound of your heavy breathing as it gradually returns to a normal pace. you look at each other, smiling with a shared understanding of the unexpected moment you just experienced. he wraps his arm around you, drawing your head to his chest to where you can hear his heartbeat.
“sooo…” you chuckle softly, pointing at the dent in your wall. “you’re gonna fix that, right?”
san grins, pulling you closer. “i mean, i can, but then i’d have no reason to come back tomorrow.”
“now that i think of it,” you say, chuckling. “i think there’s probably a few more things that could be fixed…”
“anything you need,” he says. “anything.”
a/n: guys this was so fun to write, i hope u enjoyed it too!! something about san lately oml... plz leave feeback as i'm new to writing, and reblog to support me! it motivates me to write more!
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synopsis: who’s pounding till the sun rises and who’s clocking out after one round?!
notes from mei! tbh the title doesn’t really make sense… i listened to mcnasty(?) by jay park when i came out a while back and that lyric really resounded in my soul
GOJO ♡ a quick shot. but his dick stays hard. pretty superman-esque if you ask me.
“you idiot—fuuuck, stop moving your hips!” the sound of both of your cum sloshing together rings in your ears. you’re pushing at his tummy, quivering legs haphazardly thrown over his shoulders and tears bubbling in your lash line.
it feels so full inside of you. you’ve both been going at it for god knows how long; his release smeared on your lower tummy and inner thighs.
satoru moves your hand, interlocking his fingers with yours as he starts to press weight into each thrust.
“ahh, mmaahhh!” head shaking back and forth on the pillow, “‘m gonna cum! i can’t—satoru, m’ gonna die!”
he’s practically whining, ignoring your pleas with sweat beading down his temple as he plows you relentlessly. “baby, i can’t hold out.”
his head’s thrown back, feeling his dick twitch whenever he kisses your cervix just right, eyes rolling back into his skull.
“y’feel so good baby, why do you feel so good?” he pants, not realizing he’s filling you up with hot ropes of cum. he’s still thrusting and you swear if he keeps this up your bottom half is going to be numb.
still absolutely rock hard inside of you, he turns you on your side, one leg still on his shoulder while he grinds against that one spot that renders you speechless.
“let me have one more, baby.” he whines, legs shaking, “‘m still so hard f’you.”
NANAMI ♡ depends. he’s good at holding himself off, but he also enjoys stuffing you with multiple loads of his cum.
he’s groaning, eyes lidded as he watches you align his cock with your leaky slit. globs of his cum seep from your pussy, soiling his faintly coloured pubic hairs. someway, somehow, you managed to flip your previous positions and he’s the one laying on the mattress instead of you.
“my love,” he breathes, his large hand; callused from his work but still so gentle, caresses your hip, “i’m not going anywhere.”
it’s as if you’re in a rush, scrambling like he’s going to disappear.
you whine, legs quivering when his tip swipes against your entrance. “please, nami, i want you to cum again… it feels s’good.”
he smiles, his other hand reaching out to hold your face, thumb gently stroking against your cheek. “so needy today… have i been neglecting you?”
leaning down, you bury your face into his neck, grinding your soaked pussy onto his hardening cock. you hum shyly, distracting yourself by leaving wet kisses on his neck and shoulder.
he hums, your shyness making him all smug and sappy. “so that’s what it is, huh?”
you feel him harden, before he’s lifting you and dropping you down on his cock. you tense, squealing into his shoulder. languidly, he’s making you fuck down onto him, his own hips jolting up to meet you halfway.
sneakily, a hand makes it’s way down to your ass. he swats playfully before gathering slick at the point where you’re both connected. surprised, your eyes widen when you feel his finger start playing with your rim. it’s gentle, soft massaging as he’s jackhammering into you.
with your legs shaking, he doesn’t bother trying to move your hips, simply doing the work for you.
you’re gushing, liquid drooling from your pusey before you force yourself off of him, practically screaming as you squirt all over his lap. nanami groans, pulling you back down onto him to chase his release.
“oh my god—oh, fuuucckk!!” nails digging into his skin, your eyes roll back from the onslaught of pleasure. “‘s shoo gooood!”
he chuckles in your ear, but it gets cut off with a moan, flooding your cunt with his seed. kissing your tear-soaked cheeks, he smiles against your skin. “still feeling neglected, baby?”
TOJI ♡ one round and he’s hooonkkk mimimi… but he’s fucks nawwstyyy. like. he fucks you so good one round has you nearly passed out and quivering—drool and tears all over the pillow and your squirt leaving a niceee puddle right underneath you.
“that’s right, doll.” he whistles lowly, watching your legs tense, knees lifting themselves off the bed as he continues to bury his fingers into your cunt, his pupils practically dilating as he continuously prods against your sweet spot.
it’s wet and sticky between your legs, pussy glistening under the cheap glow of your bedside night light.
you’re damn near in a downward dog, face smushed into the mattress as your squirt soaks the bed. toji doesn’t let up, toying with your clit as he grins, cock twitching in his boxers.
when you slump face first into the bed, you’re practically drooling as you know what’s coming next. sturdy, thickset fingers knead the globes of your ass, before you feel his heavy cock sneaking it’s way into your slit.
“look at you,” he jeers, leaky tip pressing into your cunt. “being such a sweetheart after i made you squirt a few times.”
he buries himself to the hilt and you think you’re going cross-eyed. “yeah,” he croons, hips finding rhythm and bouncing on the fat of your ass, “you just wanna cum, ain’t that right?”
“yeesshh!” you cry. this position allows him too much control. you’re flat on your stomach, barely holding yourself up from your elbows. toji bares his weight on you, practically humping you and you know, he’s about to cum.
his tip kisses your g-spot repeatedly, scarred lips leaving wet kisses on your shoulder. “‘m gonna cum, baby,” he breathes, “you’ll take it, won’t’cha?”
you nod, eyes teary, “mmhm!”
you feel his lips against your skin, grinning. “cum with me baby, c’mon. you got it.”
as if his words have magic, he thrusts a couple more times before he feels you squeeze, and he’s a goner. groaning, he has a feeling you’re squirting again while he’s shooting rope after rope inside of you. he’s dizzy, practically blacking out after he pulls out, wiping you down with his shirt that he’s mistaken for a towel.
he slumps beside you, with his eyes closed, he slings a hefty arm over your waist. you adjust as he pulls you closer, lips brushing against your scapula.
he’s snoring before you know it.
panel is from i’ve become the target of his affection ^.^
Getting a call while Suguru’s balls deep inside you sounds so interesting, lowkey.
"Fuck, you feel so good," Your fiancé would coo into your ear, cock dipping in and out of your sopping cunt languidly as his hot breath hit the crown of your ear.
It would all be so intimate. The way Geto has you beneath him, holding your shaky legs open for himself as his heavy balls smacked against you every time he thrusted his fat cock into you. His hips were moving slow but his dick was splitting you open.
"Sugu," You'd gasp, nails scratching at his toned back as you panted out a heavy breath of air, "Fuck-, mmh..."
"Can't get enough of this pussy, mmgh. Listen t'her talk t'me," He whispers to you, the messy slick of your cunt wetting up his shaft as he drew his hips back hitting both of your ears, "Y’like that, baby? Like bein’ stuffed like this, hm?” Geto questions.
Though, his words weren’t directed to you.
He often did that during sex— talked to your cunt, referring to it as she and baby just like how he talks to you. And it gets even worse whenever he’s giving you head.
Currently though, as Geto talks you, and your pussy, through his steady strokes, you moan his name up until your phone begins to ring.
The sound of your loud ass ring tone makes your lover groan, leaning up away from you just to catch sight of who the hell was calling you. To his surprise, none other than his best friend’s contact name was beaming across your phone screen.
“Hahh,” Geto cracks a half smile, “The fuck is Satoru callin’ you for?” He asks, sounding annoyed despite the amusement etched onto his features.
The curve of his cock sinks deeper into you as he reaches for your cell phone and you scratch at his chest, too fucked out to render what the hell he was talking about. All you wanted was his body pressed up against yours again.
“S-Suguu, shit-, ignore it, please.” You huff out demandingly, earning nothing more than a mere glance from your fiancé as he peers down at you from the corner of his eye.
Swiping your phone up, “Why’s he calling?”
“I don’t know,” You pout, extending a hand to his neck and trying to pull him back down to you. Your attempt almost works as Geto is tugged a bit closer to you, his hips still and his eyes back on your phone buzzing in his palm.
Cocking his head to the side, he smirks, “Find out then,” Suguru says to you.
You’re confused for only a second before an explanation is given through him answering the call and pressing it to your ear. Your eyes go wide as you realize he wants you to talk to Satoru while he’s balls deep inside you.
Gulping, “Sugu-“
“Hello?” You get cut off by the connection of the phone call and the sound of Gojo’s voice in your ear.
Your fiancé smiles down at you and whispers, “Go on, talk to him, baby. Promise I won’t move,” He hums all too sweetly.
It was definitely suspicious coming from him. You’ve been down the road more times than you can count— Geto promising not to fuck you while you talk to someone but ultimately doing so anyway.
With pleading eyes, you nod, hoping he’ll keep his promise this time around. “Hi Satoru,” You say into the phone, watching your fiancé mock you through his facial expressions.
“Heyyy, how are youuu?” Gojo purrs over the phone, his tone letting you know he definitely called to ask you for something.
You take a deep breath, “M’fine, can I ask why you called?”
“Straight to the point I see,” Gojo says with that smug voice of his.
Rolling your eyes, you release a sigh, "Yeah, I guess so. I'm kinda busy right now so uh, make it quick." Your tone was a lot more put together than you expected of yourself, especially with Geto's thick inches stuffed into the hilt of your cunt.
And for a while he doesn't move, he just sit there, marinating in the warmth of your cunt and listening in on your conversation.
“Well, then," Gojo starts, his voice suddenly enthusiastic, "Remember when I came over last week?"
Geto starts to lean up again and you send him skeptical eyes, to which he flashes another innocent smile at you. Then you sigh, "Yes, why?"
"Did I uh, leave my jacket there?" The male over the phone asks.
You blink, "You could've texted me this question y'know," The end of your sentence comes off all too breathy as a thumb suddenly swats over your clit, your free hand moving down to Geto's finger and trying to swat him away.
He just smirks at you though and presses the pad of his thumb into you, watching the way your back arches a bit and your lips part.
"Yes, I could've texted you this questions buuuut, you always ignore me," Gojo argues.
You bite your lip for a moment as Geto draws small circles around your clit-- you knew he was going to do this and yet you still weren't prepared for it. "I do not," You breathe out.
On the other side of the phone, Gojo tilts his head and his borws furrow, "You alright over there? Y'sound out of breath."
"M'fine, Satoru. And n-no, I haven't seen your jacket," You stammer as Geto starts drawing his hips back his eyes locked down on your cunt and how lewdly it's spread open for his cock, smirking before he spits down on it.
"Right... Well can you ask Suguru then?" Gojo continues, "I really need it for-"
"Can I just call you back?" You say all in one breath, trying your best to keep your composure as Geto eases himself back into you, fucking you so very slowly that it's both tortuous and stimulating at the same time.
The full stretch of Geto's thick girth way driving you insane, the way he'd ease back and then push forward, thumbing your clit simultaneously as his salvia smeared and mixed with the mess you've already made of him from earlier.
"Please?" You suddenly whine, not sure if it was really directed toward Gojo or Geto as you said it.
That's when Gojo pauses, his hears practically perking up at the tone of your voice, "Hey... No need to beg me to get off the phone, y'know," He hums, his voice suddenly... lower? "I would've hung up without the please but I dunno, you sound busier than I expected."
Your brows furrow at his sudden resistance toward ending the call, "Meaning?" You question, eyes focused on your fiance's face which was twisted up and he groaned quietly due to the sudden squeeze of your cunt.
There's a slight scoff over the phone, "Oh nothing, just uh-, well, am I interrupting something?"
Your lashes bat in disbelief of Gojo and Geto's losing his mind at how much your pussy's throbbing around his cock. Was that his doing or his best friend's doing? What exactly was Satoru saying to you over the phone and why were you squirming so much?
Geto tears his eyes away from where the two of you are connected and he looks at your face, spotting that you're basically just as confused as he is. Tipping his head to the side, he locks eyes with you and decides that that's the perfect time to thrust every inch of himself back into you.
The way your jaw drops, a moan pouring out so clearly and obscenely-- it makes Geto smile, nearly forgetting that Gojo probably heard that...
Probably would be an understatement too because Gojo's on his end of the call with his face flushed and his eyes widened, "Did you just moan?" He questions.
And as he does so, Geto decides not to hold back anymore, working up that brutal pace of his thrust by thrust as you slap a hand over your mouth and moan into your palm.
Barely even able to utter a response to Gojo, "N-No," You gasp, "I just-, mmh. Fuck, can I please call you back?"
Gojo blinks. Then he swallows, thickly, "Where's Suguru?"
Your mouth opens to respond but the phone is suddenly taken from you. Geto places one hand to your lower abdomen and pushes down slightly on the imprint in your skin where his cock is, his hips smacking into you roughly as you body jerked and you spasm.
Then you hear Geto speaking and realize he's taken the phone, "Busy fuckin' her to tears, call you back later 'Toru," He hums out simply.
Gojo coughs and then he laughs, "Hey wait," He stalls without second thought.
Your fiance tilts his head into the phone and his hips grow a bit harsher with you, the pressure of his hand on your lower abdomen making his swollen cock hit deeper and deeper. Then there was that mean curve of his, beating into where you were sensitive and making you whimper.
"Hm?" Geto hums in response, sounding almost annoyed.
Sypnosis . In which Gojo finds “therapy” balls deep inside you, his pretty therapist. / Pairings . patient!Gojo x therapist!reader / Content . afab!reader, fingering, oral sex (f!receiving), confessions, a slightly obsessed Satoru, reader is both shy & bold, non-curse au, rough sex, lots of praise, slight exhibitionism, unprotected sex, dry humping, hints of perv!Gojo, semi-slow burn (100% worth it), dirty talk, filth, overstim, creampie, spitting, etc.
A/N: Disclaimer: I am not a therapist, nor have I ever experienced therapy (perhaps I should after this tho...) so please excuse the fact that the therapy session taking place in this fic may not be accurate. Credits to a chat with; this c.ai bot for giving me this idea. [MDNI]
You’re dreaming right now.
You have to be. Because there’s absolutely no way that your patient Gojo Satoru’s got your legs bent upward as his mouth works against your sweet cunt like it’s the most heavenly thing he’s ever had the pleasure of tasting in his life.
“Kept’ this pretty pussy hidden from me all this time, sweetheart?” He groans into your slick, eyes glued up to your lewd expression, “You’re fuckin’ cruel.” Then he’s spitting a fat glob of saliva onto your sex, getting your folds messier and wetter than they already were before he’s diving his tongue back in.
You would never have sex with any of your patients-, or clients for that matter. The thought never even crossed your mind, no matter how much some flirted with you. This is your job and you’re a professional who makes no exceptions.
Well, made no exceptions. Up until a six foot three white-haired cocky man started coming to you. Months he’s been showing up for your help and you’ve always ignored his flirting with you, assuming he does it with everyone…
But today, today was different and you’re unsure why.
——
Sitting in your spacious office is your wonderful, and stupidly attractive client— Gojo Satoru. Pretty blue eyes peer into yours as he speaks, answering your most recent concerns with yet another thorough explanation that he hopes will get you to relax.
Puffing out a sigh through his nose, Gojo tips his head to the side and rests his cheek against his fist, relaxing in the seat not too far across from you. “You worry too much,” He says casually, “Why don’t we ever talk about your feelings? We only ever talk about me.”
Gojo is well aware that you only want the best for him. He simply doesn’t care. He’s here because it’s mandatory, not because he wants to. He doesn’t need therapy, despite your claims otherwise— you’re his therapist, of course, you’d tell him he needed this.
Even so, you sigh in frustration before lifting your hand to pinch the bridge of your nose, “Satoru,” You utter, and he’s shifting around where he sits already, “This isn’t about me at all. My feelings are of none of your concern.”
With casualty, “And why not?” Gojo questions in return as he lifts a single brow in curiosity, flashing a charming little smile at you.
You give him the same blank stare you’ve been giving him for months now and all he can think about is how he knows you’re right— these sessions have nothing to do with your feelings whatsoever and yet, he asked anyway.
“Because you don’t get paid to listen to my complaints, I get paid to listen to yours,” You say with the slightest roll of your eyes.
Gojo laughs. Bright melodic and silly laughter fills your ears as his smile widens and he seems to find you genuinely amusing— leading you to wonder if he ever takes you or anything in life seriously…
“So, you admit you complain, then?” The man hums after his laughter dies down a bit, “I mean, when you really think about it, it’d only be fair if I got the chance to hear a few of your grievances from time to time… considering how you’re so used to listening to mine.” He hums with a little shrug.
Your eyes only narrow at the man and you flash a skeptical look, “It seems as though you’re just trying to avoid speaking about yourself…”
“Ah,” He clicks his tongue before throwing his hands up in defeat, “You caught me,” Gojo admits before relaxing his arms and nodding, “Let’s get back to discussing me then, yeah? Anything you want Ms. Therapist, ask away.”
All you can do is sigh at the man. He’s so unserious that it’s almost concerning, “Your day, Satoru. Can we please return to that? The most you’ve told me is how you woke up this morning and almost fell out of your bed…”
He chuckles, “Right, right… Well, I haven’t done much today, just worked out a bit. Suguru and Shoko joined me with it today though… So uh, I’ve been a bit too exhausted to do anything else after that.”
You just nod along with his words until he’s done, “I see,” You say simply before crossing one leg over the other— his gaze following your movements, “And do you think that exhaustion of yours will affect you for the remainder of the day?”
“Hm?” Gojo hums, quickly lifting his eyes and furrowing his brows, “Nah, not really. I’ll be better by tomorrow, I’m sure. And if anything…” He shrugs, “M’feelin’ pretty energized right now.”
Relaxing, you lean back in your seat, “That’s a relief. Can I ask what’s brought your energy back to you?”
He lifts a single brow at your question but his voice is just as smooth as his response, “You, of course,” Gojo exclaims, “You always get my blood pumpin’, sweetheart.”
And thus returns your blank stare for the nth time of the evening. Although, after a second, you crack the faintest smile, “I’m flattered, Satoru. But, I’m sure there’s something else that gets your blood pumping outside of talking to your therapist.”
Gojo is a very observant man, more than he cares to let on sometimes. His eyes are fixated on the general area of your face but… his focus is all over your lips— the way they curve into that pretty little momentary smile, how he can feel that strange warmth swelling in his chest at the mere sight…
He could hardly focus on half of the questions you asked him sometimes but luckily for him, you don’t seem to mind. “Right…” Gojo eventually breathes out, “Well then workin’ out obviously gets my blood pumpin’,” He says with a casual shrug of his shoulders, quickly collecting himself. “Buuuut, I dunno, somethin’ about talkin’ to you makes it do something different. It’s a bit weird honestly… Almost like… like a pleasant lil’ burn in my chest, y’know?”
Of course, you just stare. Then, you raise a brow, “A pleasant burn in your chest? Are you… suggesting that talking to me brings you joy?”
He seems to pause as your question hits his ears, brows pushing together for a long moment of thought. Gojo had never really thought about it that way, he was just flirting initially but… that’s a damn good question.
“Maybe it does,” Gojo soon tells you, having deduced the thumping of his heart and the way you have him thinking just that— the fact that speaking to you brings him joy.
It’s not like that’s untrue anyway. There’s always been something about the way you carry yourself during these sessions that he finds himself clinging to, the way all of your actions were sincere, and how your presence seems to excite him-
“Interesting,” You chirp, cutting off his thoughts entirely.
Gojo blinks out of his head and watches as you reach to the small table beside your seat, lifting a clipboard to yourself and moving to jot something down onto a piece of paper. A very full piece of paper, might he add.
Notes. You were taking your usual notes on him. What exactly could you have to write about him finding comfort in talking to you? He’s got no clue.
Which is exactly why he’s voicing his curiosity moments later, “What’re you writtin’ over there?” Gojo hums as he leans forward a bit in an attempt to get a small peak. The soft sounds of your note-taking have captured his full attention.
Call him a bit crazy but if he watched your hand close enough, he could decipher what words you were spelling out if he wanted to.
The clipboard in your hands begins to lift as you lean back, preventing him from seeing anything, “Nothing of any importance to you,” You say calmly, “We should change the subject anyway. Based on today, how do you think tomorrow will go for you?”
A pout pulls at his lower lip as you so simply brush off his curiosity. “Aww, you’re no fun…” Gojo protests. He catches the way you halt your writing and send him a scolding look, causing him to swallow thickly before nodding and giving up on the subject. “Sorry…” He hums, “M’sure tomorrow will be the same as today. I’ve got nothin’ too important planned— work out, go teach, y’know, the usual.”
You start to nod, having slightly expected such an answer from him, but then you notice how his facial expression changes and he smirks at you.
“Unless,” Gojo begins, tipping his head to the side and carefully lowering his gaze. He openly looks down at your crossed legs and slowly lifts his eyes a second later— drinking your seated frame before swiping his tongue over his lower lip, “You have something in mind?”
Damn flirt, sometimes you find it difficult to ignore his not-so-subtle hints of interest toward you but when his actions are so small and harmless, you find yourself thinking about entertaining him.
…Only to shoot the thought down seconds later as your response is faster and your tone is a bit cold— lashes fluttering thoughtlessly, “No? Why would I have anything interesting in mind? I’m your therapist, not your friend.”
Does your coldness ever seem to faze him? Hell no. All he does is sigh before leaning back against the couch he’s seated on and parting his legs, “Shame,” Gojo replies, his arms raising to place his hands back behind his head, “Here I thought we were already friends…”
You scoff, “Well, you thought wrong,” You fire back. He’s opening his mouth to say something slick but you just cut him off with yet another subject change, “How’s your mental state been these past few days?” You question faster than he expected you to.
Gojo just shrugs before glancing off to the side for a few seconds, “I dunno, same as it’s always been I guess,” He explains. Then his hands are falling from behind his head, “Not perfect, not terrible— nothin’s really changed.” He says honestly.
He doesn’t exactly know what other way to answer such a question as he doesn’t know how he feels. But, Gojo likes to believe he’s doing better now than he was doing thirty minutes ago when this session started.
You hum and start leaning forward a bit, tilting your head at the man, “Do you consider that to be a good thing?”
“Yeah, I guess,” He shrugs again, still looking off to the side— out of your office window that is relatively far away and to the city outside. “I mean, I’m not supposed to be constantly improving, right?” Gojo asks.
You nod, “That’s right. It’s all a gradual thing, really. So, I’m glad to see you think that way,” Your voice is so soft and gentle to him that even with his eyes not exactly on yours, he’s got that warmth swelling in his chest again.
Of course, he can only go so long without looking at you— his pretty lil’ therapist. Though, as he turns his head to you and his eyes settle on you again, you’re jotting more notes down. Ah, he wants to try prying again but he decides against doing so.
“Okay so,” Your eyes narrow at the paper in your lap, “Can you tell me how many friends you have?”
Gojo blinks, “Friends?” He echoes, lifting his index to tap against his chin, “Let’s see… There’s Shoko… Suguru… and uhm…” He tilts his head a bit in thought, “Can I include some of my students?”
“…Let’s go with no for now,” You utter with a slight chuckle. Why would he be friends with his students? He looks like the kinda guy to have enough adult friends to-
“Okay then, all that leaves is you,” Gojo cuts off your thoughts and your head cocks back slightly.
“Me?” You giggle, “Satoru, I’m not your friend. I’m your therapist.” Your tone is oddly playful for someone reminding him of your profession for the millionth time since he’s started coming to you.
Gojo releases the slightest huff, a pout returning to his face. Along with such is that burn in his chest, though, this time it feels a bit different. Foreign and mysterious.
“Don’t get cheeky then,” Gojo says to you, his smile returning seconds after, “Is this even a part of my-“
“Cheeky?” You cut off unintentionally and damn the way he just shuts up to watch you snicker at him is a little questionable. “I’m not being cheeky. I’m just doing my job, silly.”
Silly. Why does such a simple word have his heart thumping? And why is his smile widening?
“Yeah? And is it your job to make me question my mental sanity?” Gojo asks with a chuckle, clearly joking with you now. He then moves to rest his chin across his knuckles, elbow sitting on the arm of the couch.
You shrug sheepishly, “Well, technically, yes.”
Gojo clicks his tongue before laughing again. He’s not sure what this vibe is or where it’s come from but god he doesn’t want it to end, “You’re a bit sadistic, y’know.” He comments teasingly.
Eyes falling all over you once more, his rakes in your seated frame— his lips curving into a mocking little smile.
All you do is chuckle and for once, you’re not dismissing the subject or avoiding entertaining his shenanigans, “Think so?” You muse.
His expression shifts to something smug and he smirks again, “Yeah, I think so.”
Did you just tease him or is he reading into this a bit too much? He’s never had such a teasing conversation with you like this before…
“Right,” Your voice snaps him out of his head, “And what else do you think about me, hm?”
Oh? Is this… Are you flirting with him? Gojo has to blink a few times and really study your facial expression because he’s not too sure what to think for a moment.
You’re just sitting there with that smile of yours, legs crossed, body relaxed in your seat— you just seem comfortable around him, like you always do.
Gojo chuckles, “What else do I think about you, huh? Well…” He tries to think of his response carefully, one wrong move and he’ll be back to the drawing board with you. “I think you’re…” There are so many different things he could say right now he has to be careful, test the waters a bit, see how far you’ll let him get. “I think you’re pretty, and kind… intelligent… and uh, well, just as cheeky as I am, apparently.”
Your smile falters for a moment and you accidentally voice your thoughts in a quiet tone, almost a whisper, “You think I’m pretty?”
Of course the sound of your question doesn’t miss his ears, he’d never allow it to do such. Gojo’s practically anxious for every syllable that leaves your lips, “Mhm, course’ I do,” He hums casually, “Who wouldn’t think you’re pretty?”
“W-Well I just,” Are you stuttering right now? Is he hearing you correctly? Are you… flustered? “I dunno, I didn’t think you’d have any sort of attraction to me, sorry. Just, ignore that. Please.” You stammer out, trying to collect yourself.
How could you let yourself slip up like that?
Oh Gojo can’t help but smile. Fuck, you’re way cuter like this than he’d ever imagined you’d be, “Oh really?” He chuckles, “And here I was thinkin’ it was obvious with the way I’ve been flirtin’ with you all this time, doll.”
You let out a huff through your nose, “Don’t call me that,” You tell him, “…It’s unprofessional.”
Unprofessional, yeah? As if he cares about that. Gojo tilts his head and notices the way your eyes have wandered elsewhere, “So what should I call you then?” He pauses for a second but then… your first name is leaving his lips slowly, almost as if he were testing it out— like he wasn’t sure of how it’d sound rolling off his tongue.
Fortunately for you, the sound of your first name leaving him has your heart fluttering a bit. He’s always teased you with silly nicknames and you usually let them slide if they’re not too flirtatious. But your first name? Oh he hardly ever uses it to address you.
“Sweetheart?” Gojo suggests seconds later and you freeze. Okay, yes he’s called you that before— more times than you care to admit actually but it was a bit different this time.
“Just…” You inhale sharply, “No pet names, alright? I don’t know how many times I have to repeat myself but I’m not your friend, I’m your-“
“Therapist, yeah, yeah,” He cuts off with that same smile on his face, “How about darling? Y’like that one? Or maybe sweet thing? Sexy?” Gojo continues to tease you about this anyway, despite what you just said to him.
All you end up doing is groaning before your hand lifts to your face and you palm your expression, “What am I gonna do with you, huh? You don't even listen to me…” Your voice gets a bit quieter and his heart skips a beat. Is this making you shy?
Gojo has to bite back whatever rush of emotions the thought of you being shy like this. His legs sway open and closed as he moves to clasp his hands together, “Maybe I’d listen a bit better if you weren’t so beautiful, sweetheart.”
You inhale sharply and send him a pleading glare, “Stop.”
“Or what?” Gojo huffs back, getting a bit too ahead of himself, “You’ll punish me?”
You choke, letting out a cough before cocking your head back in surprise, “W-What? Punish you?”
He’s so amused with you right now that he can hardly think straight, shifting his legs a bit before the tip of his shoe brushes over the side of your foot— your chair not far enough from the couch he’s seated on for such a small touch not to occur.
All Gojo does is smile at you, almost mischievously, “What? You don’t wanna punish me?” How the hell did the two of you even get to this point? “You said I don’t listen to you so make me listen,” He continues, “I’ll be fine, trust me… I like it when you’re firm with me.” He explains finally before you catch his hips rolling up through your peripherals— his body shifting to get comfortable in his seat.
You gulp, staring at him for a long moment. For a second, and a second only, you almost entertained him further but… he’s your client-, your patient. What kinda therapist would you be if you flirted with him like this??
“E-Enough of this, Satoru,” You murmur out, glancing off to the side, “This is… This is inappropriate.”
And there you do again— dismissing his attraction. Gojo can’t say he likes it when you do that but he doesn’t exactly hate it either, you give him a challenge… make him work for it, and… well, he likes that.
Gojo’s body straightens up where he sits and he leans all the way forward, elbows resting on his knees as his hands remain clasped together and his gaze never leaving your face, “What if I want inappropriate?” He taunts.
Your gaze slips over to him and how close he is. Sure, there’s space in between your seat and the couch but, it’s not much, or at least, not enough. Due to him leaning forward, his eyes are kinda angled up at you and it makes your spine go stiff.
You’ve always known Gojo to be attractive but fuck he was intimidatingly handsome staring at you like this— as if he couldn’t put his attention anywhere else, almost like he was a damn baby and you a sensory video playing before him. His blue eyes were in awe of you and it made your body hot.
Gulping, “W-Well… We… Uhm-“
“Get it out, sweetheart, c’mon. You can do it.” Gojo whispers softly, encouraging you and making you even more nervous at the same time.
You sigh gently, “We don’t always get what we want, okay? A-And I’m supposed to be helping you through therapy, not… not whatever this is.”
“Helping me, yeah?” Gojo utters before the corner of his lips twitches into a smile, “You’re supposed to be helping me through therapy when it’s both you and therapy that’s gotten us to this point?”
You blink, “I’m… not sure how I’ve gotten us to this point exactly but,” You glance away, “This conversation shouldn’t be going where it’s going.”
He scoffs at you before rolling his eyes at the way you’ve broken eye contact with him, “Riiight because we shouldn’t have discussed how beautiful I find you or how difficult you make it for me to focus…” Gojo says as if to remind you of how the two of you got here— you’re the one that asked him those questions, remember?
Your lashes bat before you return your gaze to him, your look firm, “That was a part of the questions I’m supposed to ask you,” You say. It’s partially true and partially a lie but the line between the two has blurred, “This all caters to your mental health and helps me to understand you more.”
Gojo’s brows shoot up and he nods, “Uhuh...” He utters flatly before pulling his lips into a thin line and then leaning back against the couch again, “But uh,” His gaze begins to bore into yours, his expression serious, “Does it really help you understand me better? Orrr is all this shit just for you to satisfy your own curiosity?”
Your face twists up a bit, “I’m sorry? I get paid to do this ‘shit’ so no, none of this ‘satisfies my own curiosity’. This is work, Satoru-“
“Then word harder, sweetheart,” He purrs, cutting you off entirely and watching the way you freeze.
Then, you shut your eyes and groan, “I’m trying to but you keep… Y’know what,” Your eyes open and you shake your head, “Never mind.”
The two of you are just on a roll today. Gojo’s never seen this many expressions or reactions from you and fuck is he loving every second of it.
He can’t help the way his lips are curving into that annoying ass smirk of his, drinking in every grumble from you and finding it cute how frustrated you are.
“I keep what?” Gojo asks, urging you to finish your statement, “Hm?”
“Nothing. We should get back on track now,” You say with a slight shake of your head.
Your eyes are barely even on him at this point but he only finds that all the more entertaining. You’re lucky he knows this is nothing more than a therapy session— he can’t keep pushing your buttons forever, can he?
So, he accepts your dismissal with a shrug, “Fine,” Gojo relents, “What part of my life do you wanna know next, pretty girl?”
“Stop it with the nicknames,” You utter scoldingly before glancing down at your clipboard in hopes of asking a question that’ll save you. Yet, rushing to do so, you blurt out the next question there without even thinking about it, “How active is romance in your life?” You breathe, freezing as soon as the words leave you fully.
Shit, you were merely reading the question off instead of asking it but you know he’s not going to interpret it that way.
His expression goes a bit blank as he acknowledges your question, wondering why it’s even a question in the first place. Gojo kinda wanted to answer it honestly but for some reason, he tries to present the answer in a way that won’t upset you, “Non-existent, I suppose. But,” His eyes narrow at you, “How’s that important for you to know?”
You let out a scoff, “Non-existent? You?” Not giving him a moment to reply to your little comment, “It’s important because relationships often cause stress and it’d be important for me to know about them-“
“You don’t believe me?” Gojo cuts off, “I’m tellin’ you, there’s zero ‘romance’ in my life.”
You pause, then sigh. “Okay… what about hook-ups?”
“I’ve had more than you’d probably care to hear about,” He utters cockily, “But I mean, look at me— how could I not?”
Your eyes roll at that and you just go to take notes again, wondering why you’d asked specifics on that question anyway. Is this what he was talking about earlier? Is this for your own curiosity and not necessary information?
It gets a bit quiet after he tells you that and you take your lil’ notes for a while. As you do so, Gojo’s attention is everywhere on you— from the slightest furrow in your brows, presumably from the answer he gave you, to the way your clothing rests along your skin.
A flimsy blouse that seems rather expensive but he could probably get it off of you in-, shit, Gojo squeezes his eyes shut. Where the hell’s his mind going right now? That’s such a perverted thought to have…
Letting out a sigh, he opens his eyes again and they land on the exposed skin of your legs, a tight pencil skirt hugging your thighs. He’s staring again without even realizing it, wondering what your skin would feel like, how soft and warm-
Again, he cuts himself off. The fuck is wrong with him today? Sure, he flirts with you but, he doesn’t usually have these kinds of thoughts mid-session.
Gojo huffs at himself and lifts his gaze back up to your face, flinching as he’s met with your eyes already on his— he was caught.
He chokes out a cough, pretending to clear his throat before looking away from you, “What? Did you want me to go into specifics or somethin’?” Gojo prompts with a slight chuckle.
Your eyes narrow a little, “No, I don’t need to know that much information,” You say with a snicker, brushing past his previously hungry gaze, “But, since we’re still on this topic… Would you consider yourself to have any lingering feelings for anyone you’ve been with in the past?”
“How the hell is that important for you to know?” He fires back to you, cerulean gaze returning to yours.
“Again, relationships equal stress,” You repeat before leaning forward a bit and whispering in a way that makes him feel small, “That includes non-exclusive ones, Satoru.”
And the way you’ve leaned forward has his heart jumping. An all too loud gulp is heard coming from his throat before he looks away from you again, “No,” Gojo answers, “No lingering feelings. I don’t get attached to anyone.” Then he pauses, voice lowering into something teasing all over again, “That’ answer make you happy?” He hums curiously.
You scoff, “Why would I feel anything in reaction to that information?” Your voice is a bit cold now, distant even, yet it only makes him smirk.
Tone nonchalant, “I don’t know,” Gojo murmurs, “You jus’ seem to be getting worked up quite a bit during this conversation.”
“Me? Worked up? Over this?” You almost laugh at his claim, “Please, you’re imagining things. Should I write down hallucinations as a symptom for you here too?” You utter jokingly as you point down to the paper and clipboard in your lap.
Gojo chuckles— you just lied about being worked up but, he’ll let it slide for now. Though, that won’t stop him from teasing again, “You sure, sweetheart?” Gojo purrs as he leans back in his seat, legs parting, “Y’look pretty worked up to me.”
“I’m not,” You respond flatly.
He finds that amusing, moving a hand to his chest as if to say he’s touched, “Aw, how sweet. You really don’t mind if I play around and hook up with strangers?”
“I don’t get paid to care who you fool around with so, no, I don’t mind,” You answer quite simply. Then you’re moving that clipboard of yours to the small table beside your seat, arms crossing afterward while you sit back.
You ignore his teasing as best as you can and just take a deep breath, deciding to change the subject. “What do you typically do after a session with me?”
It’s really cute how you try to move on from what you wanted to know previously but, Gojo’s not letting it go, “Oh y’know, the usual— same borning route home, relax for a bit, and then go out ‘nd meet up with someone. Sometimes it’s two people, but usually never more than that.”
You just nod, “Right. And how would you say you feel after a session here? Happy? Sad? Relieved? Tense?” The last emotion is more of the slip of the tongue on your end but you’re starting to care less about your little slip-ups.
“I mean…” Gojo rests a hand on his thigh and rubs his palm over it a little, “I’m usually pretty satisfied. I always have fun after seein’ you.”
“How so?” You quizz.
He smirks, you’re just so eager to know now aren’t you? A few seconds pass in silence as Gojo lets his answer rest on his tongue, his eyes simply on yours before he replies slowly, “I take that as my cue to go out ‘nd let loose,” He explains, a smug expression plastered onto his stupidly handsome face.
Your lashes bat in innocence, “…Let loose?” You echo, yearning for clarification on that.
You watch his head nod a little but doesn’t answer right away. He liked watching your eyes grow more eager for his response— it’s almost fun to silently tease you in such a way. Barely even a foot away from one another, gazing at each other as you both let tension float aimlessly in the air, and seconds passing just to build up your anticipation.
Gojo’s head tips forward juust a little, “Go out for a drink ‘nd then sleep with someone by the end of the night,” He finally clarifies, watching your reaction closely for-
“How often?” You ask.
…Was this still a part of his therapy session? He was not expecting a follow-up question so quickly, and especially not that kinda question. Now he’s really amused.
“Mmh… Maybe every other night,” Gojo hums. “I get bored out of my mind so uh,” He clicks his tongue and shrugs, “I don’t mind meetin’ pretty women… or men, sometimes.”
You nod, “Every other night, huh?” Gojo swears he sees a flicker of jealousy there but he’s probably looking too deep into it, “And earlier you said there’s ‘zero romance’ in your life.”
Those slim white brows of his raise, “Sweetheart, they’re just hook-ups, not dates. No commitment comes after that.”
“I see,” Your voice is a bit lighter now yet your follow-up questions are quick, “Think’ you’re any good with commitment?”
“No,” Gojo’s answer is faster, “Not really. Committing to someone is a pain in the ass.”
“Why’s that?”
“I don’t want to have to share myself with someone twenty-four-seven,” He starts explaining, “And I don’t like dealing with people’s insecurities or worrying about whether or not I’m meeting someone’s expectations. I jus’ prefer being uncommitted and not having to be loyal to one person.”
And there’s him opening up to you just as you wanted him to. Finally, a smile plays on your lips, “…Right. But, don’t you find it funny that you share yourself with me almost daily?” You start to reveal your silent analysis to him and you watch his playful expressions begin to fade, “And do you not worry about meeting my expectations? You didn’t think I wouldn’t notice that, did you?”
“Notice what, exactly?” Gojo says sassily while quirking a brow.
“How you mold most of your answers to my questions to fit some kind of image you think I have for you,” You explain flawlessly.
He blinks, “Alright, sweets, here’s the thing…” Gojo leans forward a bit and his voice lowers into something serious, “I don’t worry about meetin’ your expectations. If I didn’t want to be here, you couldn’t force me to. So tell me somethin’, why do you think I come here and see you so often, hm?”
“Because I help you, obviously.”
“Yeahh,” Gojo purrs, “That’s right, baby. You help me. Help me blow off some steam when I come to see you.” He tells you as he then leans back into his seat.
You pause at that, for a mere second, before clearing your throat, “Blow off some steam, huh?”
“Mhm,” His eyes lower on you suggestively, “I always feel much, much better after comin’ to your office ‘nd spendin’ a few hours with you.”
You nod, “I see…” Then, you glance over to a nearby clock on your office wall, “Speaking of hours with me, you only have a few left.”
“It seems we do,” Gojo agrees, “And uh, how should we spend these last few hours?”
“Well, we don’t have to spend them doing anything,” You tell him in a sweet tone as you start gathering your nearby things, “If you’re satisfied with this session then we’re done here.”
“Oh,” He pauses, not moving an inch from his seat, “That’s it?”
“Uh, duh?” You scoff playfully, furrowing your brows before you stand to your feet.
Gojo remains seated and watches you take some final little notes before placing your clipboard down. “W-Well, uh,” He stammers out, earning your attention.
“Hm? What’s wrong?” Your head tilts as you look at him— noticing there’s clearly more on his mind, “Do you have something else to share with me?”
“No… But, uh,” He takes a second to come up with some lousy excuse, “Oh, you said if I’m satisfied with this session then we’re done, correct?”
“Yes?”
“Well…” Gojo starts to stand to his feet and your neck cranes so that you can maintain eye contact, “What if I'm not satisfied yet?”
You freeze and his lids lower on you. “Okay, uhm, we can keep talking if you-“
“That’s not what I mean and you know it,” He suddenly blurts out, taking a step closer to you.
Your foot shifts a bit as you nearly step back but you ultimately stay put, “I’m… not sure I understand.”
“You’re a smart girl, I'm sure you understand,” Gojo murmurs, his body nearing yours with yet another step being taken.
You gulp and finally take that step back, your calves bumping into your chair behind you. Which causes you to stumble as you nearly fall back into your seat but like something out of some cliche rom-com, Gojo’s wrapping an arm around your waist and tugging you toward him to prevent you from falling.
And then you’re moving a hand to his arm as if to brace yourself, batting your lashes up at the man.
“No,” You whisper, “I don’t understand, Satoru.”
“Sessions not over ‘til I’m satisfied, right?” Gojo questions. His expression is dead serious, eyelids low on yours, blue gaze swirling with something new.
You gulp, “I meant-“
The hand placed on the small of your back tugs you closer and your chest presses up against his, your breath hitching before Gojo utters a low, “Satisfy me.”
Tension swirls around between the two of you but it’s so utterly thick and heavy that it’s almost suffocating. Has he always smelled this good? Been so… muscular? You could practically feel him through his clothes.
“…That’s unprofessional,” You soon whisper.
Gojo’s tipping his head closer to yours and his volume matches your quiet one, “As if you really care about professionalism after all those teasing ass questions.”
“Satoru, I told you-“
“Plus,” He cuts off, “You didn’t say no.”
“I-,” You chuckle nervously, “What?”
His shoulders rise into a shrug but he’s yet to move his hand from you, “I said to satisfy me and your response was that it’s unprofessional— not that you wouldn’t.”
“Because it's my job to make sure you’re satisfied but I know you were implying it differently than what's appropriate-“
“So why didn’t you say no?” Gojo interrupts yet again.
“Because… B-Because uh,” God, you were choking on your own words. Why the hell didn’t you say no? You normally do.
“Because… you want to, don’t you?” Gojo starts filling in the blanks for you.
Seems this isn’t normal in the slightest. Nothing about this session has been.
All you can do at this point is try to regain your composure, shaking your head at the taller man while your hand goes to his arm and you start pushing him off of you a bit.
It’s not much but, his grasp on you slips off of you and you take a subtle step to the side and turn your head away from him, “I could lose my job.”
Gojo resists laughing and grins, lifting a single brow, “Says who?”
You sigh and you go to step past him, toward the couch he’d previously been sitting on. To which his body turns as his gaze follows you while you speak, “It’s extremely inappropriate for a therapist to sleep with their patient-“
“Even if it helps me?” Gojo cuts off curiously.
You’re blurting things out too at this point, asking, “Fucking me is gonna help you?” Faster than you care to.
“Well.” His brows go up and he smirks, clicking his tongue, “When you put it like that, yes.” He says honestly, watching as you pause in trying to get away from him, “Fucking you would really help me out, actually.”
“How…” Your voice dies off and you shut your eyes, shaking your head before you look back to him over your shoulder, “No, we shouldn’t be-“
“But we want to,” Gojo suggests, closing the distance with a step toward you yet again.
Your voice is much softer and he can tell you’re considering his words, “I never said that.”
“You’ve been’ sayin’ it this entire session, baby,” He utters. A hand slips toward your arm, fingertip brushing downward until his fingers graze your wrist, and then your hand.
You look down at his touch, rejection fleeting from your heart, “No…”
“Yes…” Gojo argues, hand swiftly slipping into yours before he lifts it to his face and then kisses the back of your hand.
Your brows twist up softly and you peer up into his eyes, “Satoru-“
“Admit today was different,” He requests.
“Huh?”
“You felt it.”
Shaking your head in confusion, “Felt what?”
“This. Us.” He replies vaguely.
The warmth of his breath against the skin of your hand has you completely still where you stand, body declining all thoughts of moving. Your mouth opens and then closes at first while your brain scrambles for a response.
You shouldn’t have ever let it get this far, “I didn’t-“
“But you did,” Gojo argues, tipping his head to the side a little as the corner of his lips lifts into that smirk again.
“So what?” You whisper, swallowing, “What now, huh?”
His eyes linger over your expression, the way you’re giving into him, listening to him, considering him— it has his heart yearning for you, “We have two more hours of this session and I can’t leave until I’m satisfied,” Gojo reminds you, “You’re the only one who can give me that, sweetheart.”
You size up his face, looking at his lips, then back up to his eyes, only to repeat the motion a few times as your words slip from your mouth slowly, “So… How… How do you want me to-“
“Let me have you,” Gojo answered faster than he intended, inching closer to you.
Your throat runs dry, “I-“
“Let me show you how therapeutic I find you and not these four-hour sessions.”
“B-But what about my job-“
“If someone catches us and you get fired,” Gojo looks off to the side for a second before shrugging, “I’ll hire you for a more… unprofessional kinda therapy.”
You blink, “But, isn’t that what you want me to do now?”
“It is but,” He pulls you to him carefully, “That’s the fun of it all, no?”
Lulled closer, everything feels so light now— from your voice to your gaze on Gojo, everything feels oddly soft. “I guess.” You utter.
He releases your wrist and then goes to hold your waist, “Your door’s locked, isn’t it?”
“It is,” You nod, body tense with his fingers against you so tenderly.
“So then…” Gojo trails off for a second, almost as if the words were lagging with how long he’d been awaiting this very moment.
You tilt your head, “Then what? You’ve gotten this far with me, don’t make me change my mind-“
“Can I kiss you?” He’s so quick to breathe out his question at the slightest mention of your mind changing.
You smile and lean up closer to him, “Promise me something first.”
Gojo’s leaning down and his lips nearly brush over yours, “It’s promised.” He whispers hastily, the two of you are so stupidly close now.
“I-,” You chuckle, “Promise me this will help you,” You utter back and your breath is hitting his lips at this point.
“It’ll help me a lot more than you realize, sweetheart,” Gojo assures you.
You’ve listened to him enough times to know that he’s not lying in the slightest, logic behind it all aside. He wanted this, wanted you. And you… Well, you had no desire to protest against this anymore.
“Then yes…” You hum, stealing one last glance to his lips, “You can kiss-“ He’s pushing his mouth forward as the words fumble out your mouth and pressing his skin into yours, “Me,” You end up sighing that out into his mouth and he just hums against you.
He’s starved, really. Hands squeezing at your waist and brows twisting up at the mere feeling of your heavenly soft lips against his. Uttering some silent thank you into your mouth before his lips parted over yours and his tongue swiped over your lower lip, requesting entry to your mouth. Has he dreamt of this before? Is he dreaming now?
It was like you’d forgotten what it was to kiss someone, your body still lagging behind your thoughts as you took a second to pry your top and bottom lips apart for Gojo. Yet, once you finally do, his tongue is slipping in swiftly and you nearly whine against him.
Then he’s stepping forward with you and you’re stumbling back, your arms sliding up and around his neck as you kiss him back. At that, he groans into your mouth, pushing your body again while his hands tighten on you, fingers pressing into the fabric of your blouse.
The inside of your mouth is so utterly sweet, he can’t imagine prying his lips off of yours any time soon. Not when you’re allowing such soft sounds to leave the back of your throat, or when you’re struggling to keep up with his desperate kisses– Gojo’s pushing you back one last time before he even realizes and your backside is making contact with something soft.
Your couch, the one Gojo’s been sitting on, the one he’s always sitting on when he visits you. You’re laid out along the stretch of your couch before you’re gifted any time to react. And just after his lips barely disconnect from yours during the slight relocation, they’re pressing right back against you again, pushing your body into the soft cushions below.
His tongue is so wet and heated against yours, sliding further into your mouth with a low groan poured into your parted lips. Desperate, he was. Lapping up your soft moans, itching to invoke more, so so much more.
While he’s tranced in the dance of your tongue against his, your focus goes distant as Gojo’s body pushes in between your legs, your skirt bundling upward along your thighs before you let out a gasp and feel something hot and heavy brush against your cunt.
“Satoru,” You’re calling out his name without a second thought and he’s struggling to rip himself away from your mouth.
When he does, a wet smack enters the air and there’s a thick string of saliva hanging between his mouth and yours. Gojo’s breathless and his cheeks are hued with several shades of pink, his hips rolling down against yours without second thought.
Then he’s tilting his head slightly, “Hm? What’s wrong, pretty girl?” He utters, voice almost rangled.
And he does it again, his clothed cock pushing down against you. Your jaw drops ever so slightly and there’s this breathy little moan leaving your lips, “Fuck,” You utter.
Gojo’s lips curl into a lazy smirk, “Moanin’ already, sweetheart?” He whispers in response before he’s inclining down to you once more. A soft kiss is pressed into the side of your lips, then over to your cheek, then your jawline, “I barely did anything yet…”
You wanted to say something but you were unsure of what. Lightly, Gojo continues his clothed thrusts against you while his lips work across your jawline. His mouth was so soft and wet against your skin, soft smacks after each peck flitting into the air.
Then, he stops grinding down against you and just presses his growing erection against your cunt. As Gojo does so, he tilts his head and angles his lips right below your jaw, sucking eagerly at your skin with his hands moving against your shirt.
He gives the fabric a little tug and whispers against you, “Can I get this off you?”
“Mhm,” You hum before your head tips back against the couch.
Gojo lifts his face from yours and he’s quick to start fumbling with your top before it’s lifting, exposing your bare skin to his greedy eyes within seconds. His thoughts from earlier proved to be right, the blouse was easy to get off of you.
And once it’s gone, tossed onto the nearby floor, you try to pull your body up slightly and rewrap your arms around his neck but Gojo’s grabbing your wrists and pinning them down above your head. After which, he drops his lips right back to your neck, searing warm kisses into your skin while he holds you down.
“Satoru,” You gape all breathless and slightly flustered, “I-“
“You’re so fuckin’ soft,” A groan pours out of his mouth as he speaks against you, tongue slipping out and swiping along your skin.
It’s all so hot— your entire body feels like it’s on fire every time his lips sink into your skin. Fuck, you think you were getting lightheaded from the constant sucks to your neck, the slip of his wet lips down your skin, his fingers squeezing onto your wrists to stop you from squirming too much, and the constant mash of his cock against your cunt.
He was teasing you and it was driving you crazy. On top of that, there was the way he whispered against you, hot breath all over your neck, “S’pretty like this,” By that point, Gojo had gotten your bra off of you and exposed your breasts to his gaze. “Fuckin’ gorgeous.”
And that’s roughly how you got to where you are now. Soaked and displayed like some slut for the man— here you were propped up slightly on your elbows as you watched Gojo go to town on your pussy.
It’s a blurry memory of how he snatched your skirt down your legs seconds after he received your permission. Yet a not-so-distant recollection of the way Gojo was patient to get to your cunt, kissing all over your inner thighs, moving a thumb to press in between your folds against your panties, feeling how wet you already were for him.
You recall the way he smiled up to you, his thumb rubbing so teasingly against your pantyclad cunt. Despite his patience, his lips parted before he even put them on you and the man was drooling at the mere sound of your cunt slick against your panties.
After that, his kisses got closer to where you craved him but he was still taunting, kissing at the outskirts of your panties, moving to lay the flat of his tongue against your clothed pussy just to feel you twitch under him.
It wasn’t until you uttered a, “Satoru please.” That he lifted his head and began using his teeth to peel your panties off of you.
He slid them all the way down your legs using his mouth, making you shudder as he proceeded to take a sharp and profound inhale of your scent from the fabric— to which his brows went up and he moaned.
Gojo was one big pervert, really, but you don’t think you minded. Especially not when he finally brought his mouth to your cunt.
A messy dribble of saliva was slipping from his lower lip before he’d even tasted you. His eyelids hung low and you could feel his hot breath brush over your pussy. Gojo was drooling so badly that with the first press of his lips to your folds, there was a wet mwah that could be heard at the contact.
Just as quickly as he kissed you, he swat his tongue over his lips and you swear you heard him whine once the taste of you hit his tongue.
Right then and there— Gojo Satoru lost himself in your pussy, pushing forward tongue-first and nose-deep into you with a guttural and feral groan as his mouth cupped over you and his tongue worked to lap you up.
Sweet. Your cunt was so fucking sweet on his tongue. Gojo’s groaning and his eyes are rolling to the back of his skull once his mouth is latched onto you. You’d slipped off of your elbows and had shot a hand down to his white locks of hair, mindlessly tugging at it with how needy his tongue worked against you.
Gojo was a messy eater— always had been, but something about watching him slurp your juices into his mouth, peeling off of you just to shoot a fat glob of spit onto your pussy and smear it all over with his tongue seconds later had you moaning his name in minutes.
“This,” Gojo mumbles into your cunt, “This is therapy, baby.” He claims.
And you’re just trying not to close your legs on him at this point because once he starts speaking into your pussy, your situation only worsens. “‘T-Toru-“
“Look at her,” He breathes as he tugs himself less than an inch away from your cunt, watching the way you twitch for him to return his tongue to you, “Fuckin’ messy. All I did was kiss you, sweetheart,” Gojo’s whispering before he spit on your pussy again.
Your legs squirm a bit but his hands are placed firmly on your thighs, keeping you nice and open for himself. “H-Hahh… Satoru, please… just-“
His gaze flicks up to you, catching you with such an expression of pure need. His eyes are hungry on yours as he tips his head to the side, “Jus’ what?”
You gulp, “Make me cum.”
“Make-,” Gojo nearly chokes but he hides it with a slight laugh, “Make you cum? Baby, are y’gettin’ greedy on me?” The demand from you was a mix of unexpected and bold as hell coming from you— it had his cock throbbing against his pants.
With zero hesitation, you nod, “Mhm…”
A lazy smirk pulls across his saliva-coated lips, “It’s cute you think I’d jus’ allow that…” Gojo tells you whilst he slips one hand off of your thigh.
Your eyes shift to follow his hand, watching the way he tips his head further away from your cunt and his fingers creep closer to your leaking hole, “Satoru-“
“How ‘bout you beg me?” He cuts off, eying you watch him so intently and pulling his lower lip into his mouth.
You’re quick to send him a confused little look, “Huh?”
“Want me t’make you cum, right?” Gojo says to you in a low tone, narrowing his eyes at you. You nod and his fingertips ghost your wet folds, “Fuckin’ beg for it since you wanna be such a greedy lil’ slut.”
Your lips part and a breathy sigh escapes you, “…Please.” You voice out almost flatly.
You’re too quiet for his liking. How could you make such a demand of him only to get all shy on him seconds later? Gojo can’t understand it but it’s also kinda cute.
“Can’t hear you pretty, speak up,” He takes two fingers and presses them against your pussy lips before spreading them apart and glancing down at how much your arousal is seeping out of you.
“Please?” You utter a bit louder.
Gojo inches down, sticking his tongue out to torture you with a soft brush of his tongue over your clit, “Please what?”
“Please ‘Toru,” You’re so quick to correct yourself, chest rapidly rising and falling, eyes desperate, and tone whiney.
He pouts, mocking your expression, “Say pretty please.”
You let off a groan and your brows furrow, “Pretty please?”
“Hmm,” Gojo hums. He’s so fucking playful and it’s driving you insane. Especially when he shrugs and spits on your cunt once more, “How ‘bout we ask her?”
You gawk at him, “What?”
A steady smile breaks out across his face before all his attention is down on your sex, fingers shifting so he can keep you open but run his middle finger in between your folds, “This pretty pussy of yours. She’s had a lot t’say to me this far…”
The little rub of his finger against your dripping hole has your breath hitching, “Satoru-“
“Shhhh, I’m tryin’ t’listen to her,” Gojo cuts off with a scoff, “Don’t be rude.”
“Please, just-“
“Aht. Aht. You’ve begged enough, lemme hear this pussy beg f’me now,” His one finger is finally starting to sink deep into you, watching the way your cunt greedily swallows his lengthy digit up.
Gojo lets out some breathy little sound and you finally quiet yourself. His finger is slow against your walls, sliding in and out and in and out, watching the sheer coat of your honeyed taste gather along his skin.
“Fuck, hear that?” He whispers. Then he leans down and presses another kiss against your pussy, “Mh, yeahhh, that’s more like it,” Gojo grumbles as he slips a second finger into you, “Good girll.”
“T-Toru-,” Your back arches up off the couch as his fingers curl upward against your gummy walls, feeling the way you squeeze around him. Breathless, “Can- ah, can I-“
“Can you what? C’mon speak, sweetheart,” He rushes impatiently.
Fuck if he kept this whole teasing thing up for too long he was gonna cum in his pants from simply watching you struggle to talk to him.
His fingers increase in speed and he finally looks up at you while latching his lips onto your pussy again. This time his mouth’s full attention is on your puffy clit while his fingers— which were so slender and long, thrust deeper and deeper into your dripping cunt.
“H-Hnngh, hahh,” You gasp in between your breathy moans, hips lifting as best as they can to match the speed of his fingers only to get pushed back down by the hand still on your thigh, “Ah, Satoru, ‘Toru fuck-, ngh…” God, you were so much whiner than he expected you to be, “Wanna cum, ‘Toru.”
“Yeah?” Gojo whispers, lips slipping over your clit before he pulls away slightly, “My therapist wants t’cum on my fingers?” His words are pouring out so slowly and you realize he’s teasing you all over again, “Shit, that’s kinda inappropriate, baby.”
“Mgh,” You moan, his fingers working a steady pace in and out of your gushing cunt, “Fuck you.” You utter through slightly gritted teeth.
He smirks, “Heh, maybe in another session, princess. But today, m’pretty sure you want me t’fuck you.”
You can’t stand how cocky he is— or the way you got into this position for that matter but, how can you ponder on that when he’s curling his fingertips up into your g-spot, massaging your walls so skillfully.
“M-Mhm, mhm,” You’re nodding with a lewd little hum leaving your throat, “Ah… yeah.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll get to that in a sec’.” Gojo sends you a little wink and then kisses your pretty lil’ clit with a slight tip of his head “Need ya’ to give me somethin’ first tho’.”
His voice went a bit soft on you all of a sudden and it was making your stomach churn and your mind hazy, “H-Hm?” You hum.
Gojo swears you’re the most perfect thing to ever grace his presence— jaw slightly slack, eyes glossy, moan after moan of his name leaving your kiss-bitten lips, and pussy making the most obscene sounds every time he slides his fingers in you. Perfect, is the only word Gojo would ever use to describe you right now.
This is indeed his fantasy version of what therapy is supposed to be like when he’s got a therapist like you. This is how you relieve your client.
“Y’gotta cum f’me before y’get my cock, princess,” Gojo tells you. And fuck if you aren’t halfway there already, back arched up off of the couch, legs squirming, cunt a sloppy mess because of the rapid thrusts of his fingers, “Mhmmm, yeahh, there you go. You’re s’close baby, c’mon, give it t’me,” He utters softly, tongue slipping out to swirl around your clit, “Lay it on me.”
Your brows are all twisted up and you can’t stop moving. Hell, at this point you’re moving your hand down to his hair and trying to push him away, “T-Toru, fuck… s’too much, ah,” You cry as your eyes meet his and you watch his pink tongue flick up and down over your clit, “Sa-, ah… Satoru, please,” You’re begging but, you don’t know what for at this point.
His tongue darts to the left of your clit, seering against you while saliva slides down the sides of his tongue. He’s so fucking messy and it’s driving you over the edge.
“Tha’s it, look,” Gojo coos, lifting slightly, “I got you,” He whispers gently despite his rough fingers attacking the depths of your pussy, “Uhuhh, m’right here. You wanted t’cum didn’t you?” He asks but all you can do is nod with a desperate little whine at this point. To which he tilts his head, “So come on then, cum f’me-, cum for ‘Toru, baby.”
And then you are. Gasping, sputtering-, lagging as he drags that orgasm out of you, “S-Shit-, I…” Your head tosses back and he continues to stroke you through it, “Mmgh, hahhh, ahh…”
“That’s my girlll, you look so fuckin’ pretty messin’ up my fingers like that.” Gojo praises and fuck if his every soft word overstimulates you like crazy, getting no better when he moves his mouth and slips his thumb up to your clit, rolling the pad of it around your sensitive bud.
“Fuck! Satoru, fuck-, f-fuck, okay… shit, please,” You whimper, legs spasming as he continues pleasing you with zero seconds for a break.
Gojo smiling innocently at you, watching your hand reach down to try and push his fingers away, “Too much?”
“Y-Yes, p-please…” You whine, voice light, “Wanna break-, jus… for a second-, mgh..”
“But I wanna see you cum againn,” He pleads with a fake lil’ pout on his face.
“T-Then put your cock inside me,” You say all in one breath.
And he’s not sure if his demeanor has ever changed faster, hand departing from your pussy whilst you lay there panting, his body lifting and fingers dropping to get his pants off. Shit, that got him so excited that he was fumbling with his belt buckle like some big dork.
You watch in silence as he struggles, starting to smile to yourself at the way he was standing slightly off of the couch just to tug his belt off and fling it as far as possible as if the item being on him any longer would kill him. The same goes for his pants moments later, fingers fiddling with his zipper, urging his clothing off of his body and to the floor.
By the time he’s about to pull his cock out, he feels your hand on his arm and he freezes. Turning his attention to you, he sees the way you’ve sat up and how you’re just smiling at him like the lil’ tease you are.
“M’not goin’ anywhere, y’know,” You murmur to him.
Gojo blinks. You’re… right. Why was he rushing? Oh, that’s right, because the tip of his cock has been sticking up his boxers from the moment he pressed his lips into yours. Hell, if he doesn’t hurry up and fuck you now, when else is he gonna get the chance?
So, almost ignoring your comment, Gojo’s maintaining hungry eye contact with you as he tugs his last layer of clothing off. He watches how your eyes drop but before you get to see his cock, there’s a hand at your jaw tipping your head upward and his body’s closer to you all over again.
He doesn’t even say anything anymore, hand sliding down to your neck and tugging you toward him as he presses forward, causing both of you to fall back against the couch once more.
Then his lips are against yours and he’s groaning at how you slightly smile against him, “Let me be eager f’you,” Gojo says into your mouth, “I know you’re not goin’ anywhere but jus’ let me be greedy, yeah?”
And all you do is nod messily against him before he’s tonguing your mouth, wet cockhead brushing over your inner thigh before he starts adjusting himself.
Precum slicked all along your skin as he moved and you shuddered once his fat tip pressed against your folds. Gojo took his cock into his hand and lathered his tip with your wetness by dragging himself in between your cunt but never quite pushing in.
All as his lips remained over yours, drinking in your quiet little whines for more, the taste of your tongue again, and how every time he tried to pull his head back you’d tug him closer to you with the arms you’d managed around his neck.
Gojo was never the most patient man and he sure as hell wasn’t going to try becoming one now with his cockhead making out with your needy pussy.
He tried to tease you some more but when you mumble a, “C’mon, fuck me,” Against him, every bit of restraint goes out the damn window.
Whatever slither of restraint Gojo had in his body vanishes as he presses his cock in between your warm folds, mouth falling open right over yours and a shaky little moan leaving the back of his throat.
From slow and gentle to bottoming you out, Gojo was thrusting the rest of his aching cock deep into your pussy within minutes. He let you adjust to him, eyes all over your face and watching for the slightest change in your expression.
But once you gave him this little needy nod, encouraging him to have his way with you fully…
——
You never would’ve imagined your office being filled by the sound of your moans. Cry after cry of Gojo’s name as he fucked every inch of his swollen cock all the way to the hilt of your cunt would pour from your lips.
He was above you panting, sweating, groaning against your mouth, whispering to you how good you were doing for him.
Uttering some sweet nonsense of, “Tha’s it baby, takin’ me so fuckin’ well,” In between his bullying thrusts.
Your legs quaked, along with the couch, as Gojo had a hand intertwined with yours and he lost himself in the feel of your needy lil’ cunt. You sucked him right back in every time he lulled back, whined out soft little harder’s and faster’s as if you could really handle that despite the literal tears running down your cheeks.
“Fuck-,” You gasp as his tip hits somewhere mushy, lips brushing over his as your wet lashes bat profoundly, “Mmgh, right there-, r-right-“
“There, baby?” Gojo angles himself so that he’s pounding right into where you need him, “Right there, huh?”
Nodding almost deliriously, you think your visions going a little hazy with every knock of his cockhead against that damn spot. Jaw dangling whilst your eyes roll back, “Mhm, oh fuck, yes.”
Gojo tilts his head and his breath is warm against your face, “Feel me in there, hm?”
He’s growing a little sloppy but fuck does it feel good— heavy balls thwaking against your ass every time he rolls his hips down into you, cock stretching your cunt open so fucking deliciously that even though he teasing he was still moaning and groaning.
“M-Mhm,” You’re humming in response to him.
Swearing it’s all you can manage at this point because Gojo’s just feral with the way he was pounding your body down into the couch. With every thrust into you, your body would dip, just to bounce up slightly and force your hips to meet his. His pace is damn there animalistic as if one moment of slowing down would make you disappear from his grasp.
“Stop that,” Gojo scolds, yet his voice is oddly gentle, “Talk t’me, pretty. Lemme hear your voice.”
Then come his eyes, beautiful and blue all over your teary ones, staring so intently into your soul as he fucks the air out of your lungs and forces you to speak, “T-Toru,” You gape in one short breath.
“Mhmm, c’mon…” He starts smiling as if to encourage you.
“Can feel you-, mmgh, mmh, s’deep,” Finally you get it out and you may have imagined it but you swear Gojo gets faster every time you open your mouth.
His cock twitches wildly inside you at the sound of that, “Yeah? Pussy keeps takin’ me deeper tha’s why, baby,” Gojo mumbles out, words slightly slurred together with the way your cunt keeps squeezing the life out of his shaft.
The most you can utter are small phrases but he swallows them up every time. “Feels good,” You moan as your nails scrape against his back.
“Mh? What feels good, sweetheart? Tell me.” He utters. God, he’s so desperate to hear you talk to him, as if this was his chance to be the one asking all the questions instead of you.
Panting, “You,” Your answer is weakly said but it makes him bite down on his lip, “Your cock-, fuck!” You’re gasping when your words make him snap his hips down harsher.
Gojo moves his lips to your ear, grunting heavily against the crown of it, “Shit, say that again.”
“Said’ your cock feels good, ‘Toru,” Mainly said in one breath but neither of you care at this point.
He lets out a little hiss before he speaks and you don’t know if you imagine it but you swear you hear him whine. “Uhuh, bet it does,” Gojo moans, “Y’re droolin’ all over the damn place.”
Then he’s shifting, slipping a hand down just to swat his thumb around in circles over your not-so-forgotten clit, base smacking against your puffy folds and ripping moans from your mouth as you get closer and closer, “Ah, ah, hahh… fuck-, Satoru.”
“Gonna cum f’me, pretty?” He whispers into your ear.
“Yes,” You could feel it building up right there and Gojo’s constant need to maintain conversation with you was making it worse.
He scoffs and eases his body off of yours just a little so that he could land a light lil’ smack against your clit, “Yes what?”
You moan at that, “Yes ‘Toru,” Quick to correct yourself before he’s smiling all proudly.
“Again,” Gojo growls, voice dipping lower and lacing with this deep and desirable need for you.
That elicits a whimper from your throat, “Yes Satoru.”
“Good girl,” He’s moaning again, pressing his weight down into you, fucking his cock deeper with these mindless thrusts, drawing indescribable shapes over your clit, “Such a good fuckin’ girl f’me, sayin’ my name all pretty like that.” He praises.
“‘Toruu,” Your legs were starting to cramp up and you didn’t think you could take it much more. Your orgasm felt like it was about to crash over you and your eyes were backing into your skull once more, “H-Hnngh, oh my-, fu-uck…”
“C’mon, cum on my cock. Show me how good m’makin’ this pussy feel,” He gasps, leaning all the way up just to shoot a slip of spit down near his thumb so it’s all the more slippery and sloppy.
“Satoru, m’cummin’-, fuck, fuuck,” Your entire body is thrashing all over the damn place as if you’re trying to escape the pleasure but Gojo doesn’t let up on you for a second.
Instead, he’s cooing, “I know, I know,” There’s practically hearts in his eyes as you turn your head to the side to avoid looking at him while he ruts his dick in deeper and deeper, “Eyes right here baby,” Gojo whispers and fuck if the way you turn to meet his eyes as best as you can doesn’t have him seconds away from emptying himself into you, “There she iss,” You’re cumming right then and there, “Look s’pretty all fucked out, sweetheart.”
“Mmgh,” Is all you could moan wearily while your high washes over you blissfully. You think you’re still seeking white sparks of pleasure in your eyes but that may have just been Gojo.
Because then his face is right over yours all over again and he’s yet to slow down, “Say thank you ‘Toru,” He instructs.
The sound that exists you is something between a giggle and a moan but both of you are too fucked out to care, “T-Thank you ‘Toru.”
“Good girl,” Every time he says those two words you think you get closer and closer to losing your sanity, “My good girl,” Gojo groans.
“Uhuh,” You simply nod, cunt squelching obscenely around his throbbing cock.
“Best therapist I could ask for, y’know,” The man teases, whispering right up against you, “Pussy’s the most therapeutic thing I’ve ever experienced.”
“Fuck-,” You almost laugh, “S-Shut up.”
He giggles, “M’serious, fuuuck,” Gojo drawls out, eyes flickering for a moment, “S’gonna make me cum.”
You’re whispering without second thought, legs tightening around his waist as if to keep him rutting deep into you, “C’mon.”
His jaw drops and he whines, “What?”
One sharp breath was all you needed to utter, “Cum inside me, ‘Toru.”
And he thinks he was already doing so halfway through you uttering that second word there but who cares? Because then he’s fucking his cum deeper into you, hearing the creamy slick of his cock slide in and out of your pussy, moaning like he doesn’t give a damn about who hears him, and groaning out your name.
But maybe, just maybe Gojo should’ve been concerned with how loud he was. Or perhaps both of you should’ve been concerned because neither of you had paid attention to the time… so neither of you noticed that your session had long since ended.
That’s not a bad thing though, right? Well, it wouldn’t be if your next client hadn’t been outside of your office door. Standing there with his brows raised and a painful boner in his gray sweatpants— the last thing Toji Fushiguro expected to hear today was his sexy therapist getting dicked down by one of her clients…
wc for this was 11.8k btw (…I just miss Gojo, bear with me. Sorry for any errors btw)
“What took you so long to update Kami?” This. This is what took me so long to update. Gege give me Gojo back, I’m going through withdrawals again. :(
mingyu just couldn’t help himself. could you blame him? your pussy was just too good and so so tight, he wanted to milk every last drop out of your trembling and weak body. you felt like you were on the brink of passing out, mewling and whimpering for mingyu to stop.
“n-n’more.. no more gyu, pl-please..”
“safe word baby.” he stated simply. you always wondered how mingyu had so much self control, you had already came five times while he was still working towards his first one. your entire body was on fire, and there he was unscathed, with an occasional drop of sweat every once or twice.
tears ran down your face, but you knew mingyu was right, you didn’t actually want him to stop, not when you were so close. you liked when mingyu fucked you like this, pushing your limits, tip toeing on the line between just right and too much.
“no? no safe word?” he chuckled, “that’s my girl, taking everything i give her so well.”
“cl-close! m’close gyu..” your stomach churned and your face was hot and damp, mingyu leaning down to wipe the sticky hairs out of your face.
“yeah i know you are baby, let go just like that, f-fuck..” he groaned, your pussy clamping down on him as your juices squirted all over his pelvis and dripped onto the bed sheets, leaving your cunt glistening.
you were left breathless, mingyu soothingly caressing your stomach.
Warnings: Dom!Hwa, Toxic Hwa, Sadistic Hwa he’s just a huge red flag tbh , Mafia!Hwa, Hate Sex, Sub!Reader, Spit, Name Calling, Passing Liquid From One Mouth To Another, Degradation, Oral (Giving), Unprotected Sex, Cream Pie, Choking, Angsty, Manhandling, If I Missed Anything…👀Lemme Know👏🏼!
A/N: Hear me out…some about Hwa with a damn grill gone do it for me EVERY TIME! Him and that dang fur coat is giving mafia, if you disagree…you are blind. I was listening to Amy Winehouse ‘You Know I’m No Good.” and instantly thought of this for Hwa! Then I saw the unit pic him and Hongjoong took where Hwa is wearing black and white with that sleazy, smoldering look on his face and internally screameddddd! I swear ever since bouncy Hwa plagues my mind faithfully😔, I’m down bad fr. Also this isn’t fully proof read so if there is some mistakes…💀 my bad yall.
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“Fuck you Park Seonghwa.” You spit through gritted teeth, both cheeks squished between one of his lackey henchmen.
“Give me the word boss, and I’ll end her pretty ass right here.”
Letting out a deep chuckle, man spreading even further in his chair, long brown fur coat draping against his seated figure. Letting out a click of his tongue. He snaps his fingers, the henchmen immediately let go of you. Your figure smacks the floor with a loud thud.
“You do have quite the mouth on you.” He says through laughter. Mocking you, like you are the scum of the earth. His eyes cut through you like sharpened glass. Your eyes shoot up briefly taking in his figure. Shirt unbuttoned right below his pecks, showing quite a bit of skin. Adjusting himself, you realize he’s bricked up against his jeans, the fabric dancing with different material down both pant legs. Was this fucker really getting off seeing you in misery?!
“I like them mouthy, it turns me on.” Getting up from his lax state in the chair, he makes his way over to you. You clench your face in disgust as he walks closer to you, shoes echoing with each step. You’ve seen this man in the daylight, and would never assume he was a monster by night.
His henchmen stand still almost like toy soldiers. Not daring to move an inch. This single man held so much power in just his aura it felt almost suffocating. Intoxicating…he’s got the type of power you could get drunk off of. Flicking his head to the side the group of men quickly file out. Leaving you and Seonghwa alone in the back of the warehouse.
“You wanted to see me.” He pauses his sentence, lifting his hands up, turning in a slow circle so you can soak in his full presence.
“Bask it in princess, because here I am, in the flesh.” He says almost too cocky for your liking. Smacking your lips at his over the top response. You roll your eyes, finding anything but him to look at, refusing to stroke his god-like ego.
“Now the real question is, I heard you were looking for big ol’ bad me.” He says through a pout, inching his way closer and closer to you. He moved swiftly, and was just as smooth as a snake.
Squatting down to your level, he places his hand on your jaw making you look at him. Your eyes burn holes into his. Lips drawn up tightly, almost snarling at him like you are kind of wild animal. Your veins can’t help but be filled with hate for this man. You hate that you seek him out, you hate how perfect he is in your eyes, you hate how he can do no wrong, you hate how hard you fell for him. You aren’t supposed to fall for a man like Park Seonghwa, no one was supposed to fall for a man like Park Seonghwa.
“Why are you looking for me? Aren’t you done with me?” He says nonchalantly. You feel like he’s spitting on you, like he’s showing you nothing but disrespect, like you mean nothing to him.
“Shut the fuck up.” You grit out, trying your best to move your face out of his grip, but he’s stronger than you. Making your head swoon with his strength, he was a no good for nothing man, but you were drawn to him. A true damsel in distress.
“Ooo I like when you talk nasty to me, it gets me hard. Real hard…” he says practically breathless, clearly he was turned on. He had been bricked since he saw his men toss carry your fighting body in the warehouse.
“I fucking hate you.” You spit at him. Words laced with venom. Laughing in your face, this was your routine with him. You say you hated him, how you weren’t looking for him, which lead to fucking, and him kicking you out. You’ve both danced with routine before.
“Didn’t I tell you to stop asking about me, stop looking for me.” He says kindly, but you know there is another layer to his soft spoken words. He's so unbothered at your hate for him, so sick and twisted in the mind that it fuels his body. Your eyes just cut to him, before rolling, darting away from him again. You didn’t want to admit out loud, nor give him the satisfaction of admitting that you were looking for him.
“Don’t look away from me y/n.” He states firmly. Gripping your face tighter, eyes flickering with games beneath them. Your eyes shoot back to him, almost annoyed at him.
“You hate me so much right? Then quit asking for me, quit looking for me.” He spits, making you wince after each word he speaks to you. Your eyes water slightly, moving your eyes to look to the side you were not going to give him any satisfaction.
“I hate you more than you can imagine Park Seonghwa.” Your whisper out loud, he can hear the broken record playing in your voice. The routine you constantly bestow on him.
“You know who I am, and you know just exactly what I do. So don’t shed any tears for me.” Shoving your face slightly back, he stands up, moving to sit back back on his chair. You watch as his fur coat sways from side to side as he plants himself on his chair. That crooked smile of his, gracing his face. You were disposable to him.
Your eyes watch his every move, popping open a bottle of liquor he takes a swig, shooting it down his throat like it was water. Smacking his lips obnoxiously, as he keeps eye contact with you. It was a battle in dominance that you knew you would lose. Leaning back in his chair, with the bottle resting between his legs. Your eyes slowly trace his body, soaking in every thing about this twisted man. Your body screamed for this man, your heart cried for him. You feel a flush of heat in between your legs at his cocky demeanor. With each sip of liquor he takes, he makes sure to keep eye contact with you while he shoots the tart liquid down. You catch a sly smile of his before he tips the bottle to slowly drip liquid down his chest.
With his head slightly cocked back he watched you through hooded eyes. His Matz neck tattoo sticking out like a sore thumb.
“Go on now princess, lick it up.”
You watched as the liquor ran down his body, drenching his neck and abdomen. Your eyes flicked down to his stomach, slowly traveling up his neck, meeting his eyes. Park Seonghwa was no good, you knew he was no good, hell, even he knew he was no good but that didn’t stop you. It didn’t stop the feeling of need growing in your core. With a smack of your lips you get on your hands, as you were still on the floor, slowly making your ways towards him, degrading yourself even further for him. Hands coming up to rest against his clothed thighs. Hard on staring you right in the face, thick at the base, with a lean to one side. Your fingers brush over it, trailing the thick vein that pulsates. His grin takes over his whole face, checkmate.
While he’s slack against the chair, man spreading so you fit in between his legs, he looks down at you. Grill twinkling in the poor fluorescent lights, he looks like trouble. His eyes say more than his own words do.
“Go on now sugar, be a good girl and put that tongue to use.” He says through a small chuckle, chest vibrating with each laugh.
“I know that pretty mouth is good for more than saying how much you hate me.”
You lick your lips slightly, before inching your body closer to his, your heated tongue comes into contact with his abdomen. Licking the liquor that remained there. The flavors makes your mouth water, while liquor was never your vice. Park Seonghwa was. He grips the handles of his chair, the feeling of your warm, soft tongue on his skin was like a reward. You were practically waving the white flag in his face. He won, he always wins.
Your tongue dips between each individual ab muscle, making sure not to leave any inch of skin uncovered. He tasted like heaven, yet you know this was far from it. As you inched further down his body you come right below his belly button. His happy trail right beneath your tongue, eliciting a loud groan out of him. He comes to cup the back of your neck, encouraging you to go lower. The fur from his coat tickles the sides of your arms, fingers on the button of his jeans, giving him a once over again you pop the button. Shimmying his pants down to his thighs his hard cock springs out, of course he was going commando. You stare up at him in disgust, jealousy lies beneath your skin.
His hand grips the back of your neck firmly, almost like he’s a mother cat, snatching his kitten up. He stares at you from beneath his nose. Taunting you, getting off at your misery. His member jumps slightly at seeing you in such a distressed state.
“I knew you were coming today ma. I knew you were going to warm my cock, so I thought why not forgo the boxers.”
You swallow loudly, gulping down the jealousy you were harboring. You should feel dirty, disgusted at the fact he knew you’d warm his leaking cock. Yet you can’t help but feel a swell of pride in your chest. He was waiting on you.
“You must’ve been pretty excited to see me.” You say, not looking him in his eyes but your voice gives you away. The small cracks and whimpers that leave your mouth are enough to know he’s got you in his trap per usual.
His black hair framed his face perfectly, the poor lighting made him look like he descended from heaven. Gripping his hard cock, you move the pre cum around the tip of it. Letting the back of your neck go, he leans back, watching the scene in front of him unfold. The feeling of your soft padded thumb on the tip of his head made him let out a groan. Black hair falling in front of his face.
Gathering all the spit in your mouth you slowly let it drop on his cock, the cool contrast to his hot member has him hissing, like the true snake he is. You lower your body, your soft lips engulf the tip. Giving it a few sucks, tossing his head back he grips the arms on his chair so tightly you watch his knuckles turn white. You look up at him through your lashes, it’s like he has sensors any time your eyes are on him. Biting his lip he says through a breathy chuckle..
“It’s been a while ma, take it easy on poor me.”
Your pussy flutters at the thought of him not giving himself to anyone but you, women threw themselves at Seonghwa, hell, even men threw themselves at Seonghwa. Times like this are when your head gets filled with disappointment but your heart gets filled with joy. Popping off his cock you lick a stripe up his leaking member, tasting the saltiness of him. Your mind clouds with thoughts…were you the last person he was with? Did he truly wait for you? The thoughts are too loud in your head, and Seonghwa notices. Brushing a thumb over your cheek, it breaks the spell on you. Crashing you down to reality.
“I’m not doing this.” You whisper out, brushing your hands off on his fur coat. You stand up, dusting your knees off. Looking him straight in the eye.
“I’m not dealing with your mind games Seonghwa!”
Everytime you raise your voice a higher octave his cock bobs up and down. The spit still pooling on his waiting cock, wrapping his own hand around it, he slowly strokes himself up and down watching your frantic figure yell at him.
“Mind games? What mind games?”
“Fuck you Seonghwa! You know exactly what I’m talking about! You fuck with my mind! You tell me to stay away from you but then you fill my head saying shit like ‘oh it’s been a while’, you know exactly what you do!” Yelling so loudly it bounces off the warehouse walls, echoing down the room. Not caring if his tin soldiers hear. Letting out a quiet laugh he looks up at you through hooded eyes, eyes so pitch black they swallow up his pupil.
“You know what I am, you know exactly who I am.” He says while continuing to stroke his cock, getting hard at the thought of you yelling at him, causing such a big fuss for lil ol’ him.
“You are such a piece of shit you know that?”
Biting his lip he leans forward, almost taunting you. Stomach muscles contracted with how fast he was close to reaching his peak.
“You are all bark and no bite, you hate me so much. Always screaming how you hate me but you always come crawling back. You hate me or you hate the thought of being without me?” He says matter of factly, hitting the nail right on the head. Steam is practically radiating off your body. Letting out a huff you march over to him, snatching the liquor bottle from his side, taking a long drink from it, before hovering over him. Sticking out his tongue, you let the liquor splash into his mouth, and down his throat. Shoving his upper body back, you slap his hands away. Shoving your pants down to your ankles before stepping out of them. Ripping the shirt over your head. Placing each of your thighs on the outer side of his legs, hovering over his waiting member.
“You taste so good.” He says through a whisper, licking his lips, drinking down any leftover liquid you splashed in his mouth. Grabbing the empty liquor bottle he takes another swig, groaning as you slowly lower your sopping wet pussy onto his waiting cock. He fills you wall to wall. Deliciously just like the last time. Gripping you by the back of your neck, he brings you close to his face, the tips of your noses brush against each other.
“You know I’m trouble, you know I’m no good, but here you are on my cock. Admit it baby..” he says, slapping your ass cheek real hard with his free hand. Bringing your naked chest to his own, the bottom half of his shirt brushes your lower stomach, making your body liter with goosebumps. He was practically fully clothed while you were stripped down for him.
“You hate me so much because I’m all you want.”
Pulling you back by the neck so there is distance between the both of you. His hand grips your ass, beginning to move you slowly up and down his cock. The fill of him has your mind on cloud nine. You want to wipe that smirk off his face but you know he’s right. Your heart tugs when he’s near.
“I’m all you need, you want me to survive. Think I’m going to run away with you? Hang this life up for you?” He says through grit teeth, ending his sentence with a slight laugh, mocking you. Not even sparing to sell you a dream because you’ve already sold yourself one. You should’ve known by now you can’t change a man, and he was not just any man. He was Park Seonghwa. You start working your hips to meet his thrusts, picking up speed as your walls get custom to his thick size in your cunt.
Squelching noises fill the warehouse, you both are breathing each other in. His eyes glimmer every time you slam your hips down on him. Tossing his head against the back of the chair, he grabs both of your ass cheeks slamming you down even harder into his length, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with each slam. Tossing your hands on his shoulders to stabilize yourself while you bounce around like a doll for him. Letting one of your ass cheeks go, he grabs the bottle of liquor.
Pouring it on your naked chest, he sticks his warm tongue against your heated skin, trying to slurp up the liquor that’s coated on your flesh. His cool lips, mixed with his warm tongue, has you mewling. Gripping the sides to his chair, you bounce faster up and down on his cock. Leaning your head back, you are in heaven right now. Licking a stripe up your neck, he laughs into your neck. You can feel him pulsate in your soft walls. The coolness of his grill has your pussy clenching down hard on him. He’s so deep in you that you can practically taste him in your mouth. The pleasure bringing you a whole new feeling has your eyes filled with tears of pleasure.
“Talked all that shit earlier, look at you now, bouncing on my cock like you have no fucking sense.”
You let out a pathetic cry, tilting your head back you try to take in as much air as you can. Every stroke up it feels like he’s knocking your lungs loose, your body burns with the constant need of this man. Biting your lip you look down at him through your lashes, trying your best to keep your eyes on him, scrunching your face, attempting to toss him a smug glare.
“Go on baby..fu-fuck. Tell me how much you hate me, it makes my dick hard.” He grits out with a chuckle watching you bounce up and down on his cock. Your hips still at the tip of his cock, as he clutches your ass, pistoning into you. The wet sound of his cock hammering away at you, has your eyes rolling, you are on the brink of an orgasm.
“Oh my god.” You moan loudly, nails digging into his clothes shoulders. Diving his face into your chest, he sucks and nips your skin, leaving small marks behind on the plush of your breast. Your mouth falls open, jaw going slack. Taking the opportunity he places his pointer and middle finger in your mouth, tugging down your jaw with his fingers.
“You are a fucking dick head.” You mumble out with your mouth full of his fingers, drool begins to pour landing over your breast that are flying in his face. His eyes briefly roll back, letting out a groan he pulls you closer to his face by your bottom jaw, wiggling his fingers in your mouth.
“Awww I’m a dickhead, yet you are drooling all over this dickhead.” He says through a chuckle, one harsh particular thrust has you practically biting down on his fingers. Letting out a low breathy moan, he removes his fingers from your mouth crashing his lips against yours, his grill clinking against your teeth. His hands travel to your ass again bouncing you faster. Your toes curl on the sides of his thighs, his grip on you is bruising, the wet skin slapping against his upper thighs. Tears fill your eyes once more at your orgasm building up
“I told you I was trouble, you know that I’m no good but look at you, bouncing on my cock like a bitch in heat.” He moans against your lips, nipping at your bottom lip, running his tongue along it, the taste of him on your mouth was sending you over. Tears overflowing from the pressure build up.
“Go on, tell me how much you hate me.” He grits wrapping a hand on the back of your neck in a possessive manner.
“Because you do, right? Hate me so much you wanna cry on this cock every night.” Slapping your ass harshly, feeling his heated hand print stinging on your skin you let out a choked out moan.
“Go on, tell me, I wanna hear you say it again. It turns me on.” He moans out, hips continuing into you, tears stream down your face, landing on his heated skin.
“I-I ha-hate you.” You say breathlessly, gripping his shoulders tighter. Your orgasm is at its tipping point with the way his cock is brushing against your cervix. Slapping your ass hard once more.
“Louder!”
“I ha-hate y-.”
“I can’t hear you!”
“I fucking hate you Park Seonghwa!” You scream at your orgasm tips over, clutching your fists into his shirt, hips immediately stopping, you fall over into Seonghwa chest pressed tightly against his very own while his hips continue to slam into your sopping cunt, your juices rolling down, soaking his jeans. Tossing his head back, his grip on you is bruising.
“Fuck Seonghwa, please!” You whimper out, your body is overly sensitive after your intense orgasm, and his bruising pace is making you more delirious.
“Fuck! Yes, yes yes!” His yells echoing in the entire warehouse without a second thought. With one final slam into your cunt he’s cumming deep in you, hips jerking up every couple of seconds to make sure you take every drop of him. His hands jiggle the meat off your flesh, before lightly rubbing where his bruising grip was.
Your heavy breathes are all that fill the room, pushing off his chest slightly, you groan at the feeling of his cum trickling out of you and around his member.
“You are so fucking stupid. I swear you are.”
He looks at you with one eye open, while the other remains shut from his post orgasmic bliss. With a deep chuckle, he pushes his black hair out of his face. Grabbing your chin between his fingers, bringing you close to his face. You stare him directly in the eyes, before the shimmer from his grill catches your eye.
“If you want me again for round two that’s all you have to say.” He whispers against your lips.
“Oh please, I barely enjoyed myself.” You say shoving him back by the chest, carefully removing yourself from his lap. You can feel his cum start to run down your inner thighs. Cutting your eyes at him you tug on the sleeve of his fur coat. Barely moving an inch he laughs at your frazzled state, pulling up his pants he buttons them again, watching your naked body move around quickly to find your clothes and put them on.
Just as you are buttoning your own pants. You hear the warehouse door slam open, the orange fur from the coat immediately catching your eye. Hongjoong is back…
“Oh..did I interrupt?” Hongjoong says, clearly unamused at Seonghwas actions.
“Hongjoong! You’re back early!” Seonghwa says, voice full of cheer.
Buttoning your pants all the way up, turning around all they see is the back of your shirt and pants as you walk away, feet practically stomping with each step.
“Fuck you Park Seonghwa!” You scream out, echoing so Hongjoong can hear.
“Seonghwa..” Hongjoong says quietly scolding him.
“Oh don’t you worry Hongjoong, she’ll be back!” He yells loudly, making sure that you hear him. Turning around you flip him off before continuing to stomp out of the warehouse.
“She always comes back..” he whispers quietly to himself as he watches your fleeing figure.
“baby, i would slash his throat and watch the life leave his eyes if he touches you again. am i clear?”
mingi holds the blade deep into the flesh of your neck while his cock hits spots in you that you didn’t know were there. the scent of sweat and sex mixed withyour vanilla perfume and mingi’s dark ocean scent makes your head light.
your pussy convulses around his length, while your orgasm threatens to approach. his hand snakes its way around your hips to rub fast and hard circles on your clit, the cold blade digging into your neck makes your whimpers even louder.
sadistic motherfucker.
“fuck, look what you do to me, nasty fuckin’ girl. you belong to me. say it, y/n.”
Ever since you arrived to the rehab facility you were sent to, you can’t keep your eyes off of him… 900wk, Unprotected sex, choking, dirty talk 18+MDNI
A/N: I just saw this movie an hour ago and I am absolutely possessed. Bill skårsgard is the love of my life and this just did something to my brain. You’ll probably be seeing more of him…
Ever since you arrived here there’s only been one thing on your mind, one thing keeping you going and it was him. He was so beautifully broken that you were immediately taken by him, even if you’ve never spoken to him. But you watched. You watch the way he almost always chooses silence over speaking. He never shared at circle or sat with anyone during meal time. You watched his defiance to the guards and doctors. The way he rebelled against them with a stone expression and a locked jaw, still not saying a word. You watched the way he would draw, scribbling away in his sketchbook like it was the only thing in the world to him. The way his large tattooed hands would grip onto the charcoal pencils made your thighs clench and his face was so beautiful it made your heart ache.
His sea green eyes always held a look of determination, his plush pink lips were always slightly downturned and it made you want to know what he looked like when he smiled. His jet black mullet was always slightly messy and the pink sweatsuit sat taunt against his large frame, you’re surprised they even had a size long enough to accommodate his height. He was an irresistible mystery that you wanted to pick apart and piece back together with pieces of your own broken soul. So you couldn’t watch anymore, you couldn’t wander, you had to know. You square your shoulders and march forward with purposeful steps before plopping yourself down at the table next to him.
“Hi.” You give him a soft smile and tell him your name and he just stares at you, those striking eyes roaming your face intently. That ever neutral expression gave nothing away. His eyes lock with yours and you stare at each other like you’re trying to search each other’s minds. After a moment he releases you from his hypnotizing gaze to glance around the room before looking back at you.
“They don’t really like opposite genders sitting with each other.” He rests his hands on the table, tapping the metal of his rings against the cheap glazed wood.
“Yeah? Well I don’t really give a shit.” You tilt your head to the side, your eyes sparkling with mischief and your lips turned up in the most beautifully sinister smirk he’s ever seen.
“I’m Eric.” His corner of his lips raises slightly and it makes your stomach erupt with butterflies. You can’t help but wonder what his laugh sounds like.
“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Eric.”
“Shhh, baby, you gotta be quiet for me.” Eric’s inked hand comes up to cover your mouth as he pounds into you deep and rough from behind. He has you pressed up against the wall in the back of the laundry room with your pink sweatpants pooled at your feet. Your back is arched as far as it can go, your hips meeting his own with each brutal thrust. His free hand is shoved up your sweatshirt, groping your braless tits and playing with your sensitive nipples. Eric leans down to place sloppy kisses on your neck and it has your pussy clenching around him. “Are you gonna cum for me?”
“Mhm!” You moan into his palm, your drool starting to drip down his wrist. Eric moves his hand from your mouth so he can grip onto your throat instead and it has your eyes rolling back.
“I want to hear you say my name when you fall apart on my cock.” His voice is like honey when his lips ghost against your skin, his breath sending shivers down your spine. “Touch yourself for me.”
“Fuck, oh my god, I’m so close.” You bring your hand between your legs and find your slick clit, the feeling of your fingertips against your sensitive bud sending you over the edge. “Fuck, Eric! I’m coming, I’m fucking coming.”
“Yeah, that’s my girl, fucking cum for me.” His grip on your throat tightens as he fucks into you mercilessly, chasing his own high. “I’m going to fill you up so deep it won’t be leaking out until we are in the yard for gym hour and you start doing jumping jacks.”
“Oh, fuuuuck. That’s- that’s so fucking hot, please please, give it to me. Give me your cum, Eric.” You reach behind you to yank on the hair at the nape of his neck and it has his hips stilling against yours while he spills inside of you.
“Fuck, that’s my good fucking girl.” Eric growls in your ear as his cock continues to twitch inside you, filling you to the brim just like he promised. He pulls out gently, holding onto you with one arm so your legs don’t give out. He runs his fingers along your inner thighs and over your sensitive pussy, gathering the cum that leaked out before pushing it back in. “Wouldn’t want any to go to waste.”
He leans down and pulls up your pants and your panties before flipping you around so your back is against the wall. Eric chuckles before smiling down at you sweetly, those beautiful green eyes twinkling with adoration and it’s everything you could’ve ever dreamed. He’s so beautifully broken, and entirely yours.
