When Satoru stumbles upon your period tracker and finds out what the dates dotted blue mean, he suddenly can’t stop staring at you those days. He'd always thought you were gorgeous, but there's something about him knowing that stuffing you full of his cum could possibly put a baby in you any moment.
You're extra sensitive. You swat his hand instinctively when he mindlessly brushes his fingertips across your exposed sides saying, "hey, that tickles!" and that immediately gets him hard.
You're so sensitive when you ovulate that he finally realizes why some days you cry out louder than others, when the simple loving pecks he leaves on your clit causes you to twitch and mewl.
You're fucking glowing. Your skin, your stomach, your breasts, all softer and plumper to his eyes. Even the way you smell sends him into a frenzy.
And seeing his cum drip out of your throbbing pussy sends a shiver down his spine. You look so charged, so sweet, and so fertile. It doesn't take him long before he's hard again and he stuffs his cum back into you - he doesn't like to waste his seed, apparently, opting to cum in you and only in you when you're ovulating.
synopsis: gojo just can't keep his hands off of you, needing you every single day of the week, and going until neither of you can take any more. aka gojo ovulating.
cw (minors please dni): switch!gojo, pure filth, feral gojo, a lil teasing gojo, morning sex, fingering, premature orgasm, a LOT of creampies, use of dildos, mirror sex, shower sex, face-sitting, cunnilingus, brief male masturbation, riding, choking, dacryphilia, slight breeding kink, overstimulation, multiple rounds, bath stuff, a lil pampering but he can't help himself again. (photos don't belong to me; found on pinterest and gojo art by @/3-aem)
word count: 6.4k (with no plot LMFAO)
a/n: please appreciate my terrible puns for each day of the week LMAO dualday was a stretch but like in my head: tue => two => duo
fem!reader x gojo satoru, au up to interpretation, nsfw
Moanday
it was a peaceful morning, the scent of dew floating through the air, the sun's warm beams filtering through the cracks of the blinds, the birds welcoming every awakening soul.
emphasis on “was” a peaceful morning. because now, one of satoru's hands roam over your hips and thighs and the other massages your tits through the t-shirt you borrowed from him. so painfully obvious what he needs, especially with what was poking your ass as he spoons you from behind.
his words are a needy rasp tickling the back of your ear, fingers getting bolder each time they skim the edge of your sleep shorts. “baby,” he whines, grinding against you once, then twice, “please. need you so bad. my dream, fuck, my dream... made me so horny.”
“you have to do all the work,” you murmur sleepily, cheek pressed comfortably against the pillow.
“of course, baby, of course. thank you... jus’ need you. you don't-- fuck...” he curses under his breath, cutting himself off when he tugs your sleep shorts down and his finger easily slips through your folds thanks to your arousal. “you were holdin’ back on me, dirty girl.” and you can hear the smirk in his voice.
a second finger joins the first, both dancing through your honeyed petals, becoming coated in the sweetest arousal. the tips of his fingers tease your hole, dipping in and feeling them swallow him in. he groans, sounding wrecked without even touching his own dick.
his lithe fingers begin to stroke your quivering walls which weep with juices, twisting his wrist and--
“there it is,” he whispers huskily, voice strained with restraint as he feels your pussy waterfall down his fingers once he abuses your sweet spot. “so fucking wet for me, baby. need you so bad.”
“ngh put it in, then,” you huff, fingers twitching against the sheets as you capture them within your grasp, tightening as he steadily works his fingers in and out.
“don't have to tell me twice,” he titters, chest rumbling gently against your back.
he retracts his fingers from you, your body already aching from the empty feeling of nothing inside. but he's quick to tug his sweats down, just enough for access for what he needs. he moans the second his length glides through your folds, grinding back and forth, coating it in your slick. his head is already thrown back, brows drawn together and pretty lips parted as he breathes out shakily.
“hurry up,” you mutter, tone teetering on the edge of a whine but you bite it back.
“yeah, yeah, i will, i will,” he prattles, “you feel like heaven-- o-oh fuck, wait, wait, wait.”
as soon as he plunges his tip past your tight ring and your soft, warm, wet walls hug him, alarms blare in his hazy mind. he has a hand pushing your leg up towards your chest, his grip suddenly bruising.
“‘toruuu...” you attempt to shimmy your hips down on his cock and he pins you down, preventing you from moving.
he pants, chest heaving, jaw clenched. “baby, i love you but i need you stop talking and moving before i cum. ‘m too sensitive, fuck, i knew this pussy was evil. wants me to embarrass myself.”
you pluck his fingers off your body and gyrate your hips down on him, taking what you want and finishing what he started. “just ngh fuck me,” you mutter, biting down on your lip as his girth stretches you so deliciously.
your eyes roll back briefly as your walls massage his twitching cock, pulsing around him once he's buried to the hilt. and shortly, milky strings are painting those walls white and there's a loud moan reverberating right in your ear.
“f-fuuuuuck... nngh it's not fair how good y-you... hah... feel,” he whines, burying his face into the back of his neck as his body shudders against you. you can feel the hot puffs of his pants against your neck as he recoups and calms himself down again.
“i didn't think you were being serious,” you snort.
you expect him to laugh, or even pout. what you didn't expect was for him to suddenly pull out and turn you onto your back. you're met with cerulean blue, darkened by lust, as he towers over your figure. his hands clamp onto your thighs again, throwing your legs over his broad shoulders.
and the sudden switch in his demeanour makes your head feel fuzzy and your stomach all fluttery. your cunt clenches around nothing.
“since you didn't listen to me, you're gonna listen now and take it.”
Dualday
sure, satoru is willing to share you sometimes, only with his best friend. but keyword: sometimes. because most of the time, he wants you to himself. only wants his hands caressing you, only his eyes subject to the most divine sight of you writhing on his bed, only his lips etching kisses into your skin.
so instead of having a third party join, he made good use of your dildo.
that's how you found yourself on all fours, facing your own reflection - tears pricking at your eyes, cheeks stained with a darker hue and some previous tears, and of course, pretty mouth stuffed with your dildo that was suctioned to the mirror. and behind you, satoru snaps his hips into yours, forcing you to thrust forward and deepthroat the dildo.
his hues, lustful and debauched, lock onto your face in the reflection. his fingers tighten on your hip simply at the sight, grounding himself with some level of control.
“fuck, how do you manage to look so sexy? look at you, both holes stuffed, squeezin’ me so tight. you love this, huh? being used, stuffed full-- hngh takin’ me so deep.”
backshots were already satoru's favourite, he always gets absolutely filthy when he has you face down, ass up, settling a firm hand on the curve of your spine to make sure it remains in a perfect arch for him. his other hand squeezes your hip as he gives you deep, nasty strokes at a steady pace.
but with you like this, drooling from both holes and lips stretched around his cock and your toy, he somehow gets filthier.
“yeahhh, fuck, just like that, pretty girl. fuck yourself back on me with that sweet pussy,” he groans, a feral grin painted on his lips as he watches the sway of your hips and the tremble of your legs as you push yourself on and off of his slick length. he can see the swell of your pussy lips stretching around his thickness, dragging up and down, up and down, up and down. “fuck, she's so loud.”
tears begin to stream down your cheeks again as he meets your hips with his own, forcing you to take the silicone further down your throat. he pulls back until only his tip is teasing your winking, crying hole and you follow, allowing you to take a breath once your mouth is eased off.
drool dribbles down the corners of your mouth, to your chin. he swipes his thumb over your saliva and brings it to his mouth, smiling around his own thumb when he sucks it off with a hum rumbling deep in his chest.
“‘toruuuu...” you mewl, fingertips digging into the floor beneath you.
“uh-uh, wasn't hah talking to you, pretty girl. was talking to this pretty girl,” he drawls, dragging a thumb over your bulging lips and down to your neglected bud. his other hand tangles in your hair and guides your mouth back to the dildo, encouraging you to take it back into your warm mouth. at the same time, he delivers a mean thrust to your ass.
you whine and your body shudders just as his thumb brushes over your clit, almost ruining the perfect arch he had you in before he uses his other hand to position you again.
“c’mon, you can do better than that.” whack! his hand falls onto the flesh of your ass. “oh... you liked that, did you? filthy girl.”
you can't even deny the way your cunt pulsed around him the second his hand made impact with your skin, juices dripping onto the floor. your lack of response causes his feral grin to morph into a feral smirk.
you choke on a moan, feeling overwhelmed, dizzy, and so gorged that you were the embodiment of the sin, greed.
satoru's orbs of indulgence and depravity, blue flickering with silver, flit downwards to where his slick length disappears inside you. he angles his hips down, targeting your sweet spot and he hisses a curse under his breath when he feels your snivelling walls tense around him even more as he circulates your clit with his thumb at a similar pace to your hips moving.
his eyes drift back up to the mirror, taking in every inch and twitch of your body as they travel along it. “look at me, baby. let me see those pretty eyes of yours properly.”
when your glassy, dazed eyes meet his, he groans. guttural and shattered. his dick twitches against your walls just at the sight. well, it definitely wasn't a mundane sight. no. for satoru, it was the most heavenly sight that he almost believed he had died and was now amongst the angels.
“f-fuck, baby... you're gonna make me cum,” he moans, his head suddenly tossing back, soft locks of snow sticking to his dampened forehead, and he bites down hard on his lower lip. and you see his eyes roll back in the reflection. “shit, shit, shit... need you to cum for me. wanna feel you fucking milk me.”
the push and pull of his hips become frantic and his thumb on your twitching clit becomes messy and lazy, not as calculated as before. he's being driven insane.
your pussy sings a sinful melody of plap, plap, plap with each thrust of his slutty hips and it only serves to push him further to his peak. his hand flies back to your hip, grasping at it like his lifeline, his muscles flexing tantalisingly with each movement.
he briefly stops teasing your clit to intertwine his fingers with your hair and pull you off the dildo, a whine escaping your mouth as you struggle to keep the perfect arch he has you in.
“wanna hear your pretty voice when you cum f’me.”
“‘t-toru... ah, f-fuck!” you gasp out moans, your eyes rolling back when his thumb goes back to rubbing your clit side to side, up and down, in circles, determined to make you lose it. “g-gonna--”
“there she is,” he smirks, satisfied with your immediate, desperate cries. “that's what i wanted to hear.”
as your body begins to undulate under him, he leans down and lathers open-mouthed kisses down the trail of your spine. you can feel his searing breath against your back and the vibrations of his rasps.
“why don't you make a pretty mess for me, hm?” he murmurs against the sweaty flesh of your back. he's dancing on the frays of his own control; he doesn't want to let go before you do.
as if that was all you needed, you soak his cock on cue, finally letting the arch waver and your body collapses, cheek against the floor as he continues to fuck you, chasing his own orgasm. your body shakes almost violently, crying out his name as fresh tears stain your cheeks.
“o-ooh, fuck wait-- hngh you really are milking me, shit...” his groans tiptoe on the brink of a whimper.
it's not long before he's releasing ropes and ropes of ivory, brimming your cunt with his cum with each tight throb. his teeth sink into your shoulder harshly, bound to leave a mark, brows knitted together as his chest drapes over your back, losing himself in the euphoria. his own body trembles above yours, both of you quivering and panting.
his twitchy fingers smooth over your skin, everywhere and anywhere. his touch is both soothing and appreciative.
“did so good for me. so hot, so beautiful. thank you,” he breathes against the back of your neck.
Wetsday
“just to help you wash your back, of course,” was what your husband always said to you with a grin when you were going into the shower. he'd grab a towel and follow after you, his intentions fully on helping you wash your back.
but even after years of being together, neither of you learn that despite his intentions being innocent, his actions are the opposite once you're naked and wet in front of him.
“satoru...” you say warningly over your shoulder, when his hand somehow slid down from your back to your ass which lingered for far too long before his fingers teased your oblivious folds. “that's not my back.”
his movements pause and he grins again, almost sheepishly, as if he just realised what he was doing. “oops.” you notice his gaze drift downwards, not to you but to himself. and your gaze pursues his curiously until you see what it is - he's hard. “guess i really can't help myself around you.”
yeah, no shit.
within minutes, he has you pushed against the tiled wall, your thighs squished in his large hands as he holds you up with your legs locked around him. his lips are everywhere he can reach, everywhere he wants to etch his mark into your skin, everywhere that he yearns to memorise with his lips.
and the onslaught of his hips has already begun. unhurried but forceful. every ridge of his abs rolling against your stomach with each shallow thrust.
“how could anyone expect me to resist you?” he mumbles in between kisses. “crazy people, that's who expect me not to have you any moment i get.”
he seems to be the only one going crazy right now.
each thrust sends your body sliding up the shower wall. your fingers clutch his back for leverage, nails etching crescents into his skin. he moans when your nails scratch down his back, a pleasantly painful sensation that only spurs him on, knowing that he's hitting it just right.
“here, baby? you like it here? heh, of course i know you do,” he giggles. he'd ace any exam about you or your body, and he has full confidence in that.
he drags his cock in and out, in and out, in and out, his prominent vein throbbing and caressing the plush of your eager walls. the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin echoes in the shower, amidst the splattering of water pouring down on both of you.
“r-right there, satoru--! fuck, don't stop, please,” you mewl, head tipping back to lean against the wall, eyes screwed shut and mouth hanging open.
he gives you a sharp thrust, cock plunging into your wetness that was more drenched than the shower itself. it's a mean snap of his hips, but slow, his sole goal to drag the crest of his tip against your sweet spot and gradually unravel you.
“i know, silly. weren't you listening to me?” he teases, amusement evident in his tone. he knows he's fucking you mindless, rendering your senses useless. “it just feels sooo good, huh?” he croons.
“yesyesyesyes, mm, fuck.”
if you were coherent, you would've been able to feel the smug upturn of his lips against the side of your neck as his lips brush against it, then his teeth scrape against the skin.
he notices your legs slide down around him, becoming weak despite his hands gripping your thighs. he fastens his hold on them, keeping you where he needs you and maintaining the perfect angle to drive you up, up, and up to cloud nine. his thrusts turn into gyrations of his hips, stirring up your insides, his pelvis grazing against your clit teasingly. it's not enough to make you cum, but sufficient to make you just a bit more incoherent.
you twitch intensely from that single motion, provoking him to continue. he manages to bump into spots that you didn't even know existed but force such lewd noises from your mouth and sloshes from your cunt. his own puffs of breath become heavier, shakier, morphing into groans that slip past the droplets of water raining down.
the constant pulsing and tightening of your pillowy, saccharine walls hint at the orgasm creeping up on you. his stomach constricts with each indulgent clench of your inner muscles and he breathes out your name shakily, like a prayer for only you to hear. his goddess.
“hmm, you're so hah close, aren't you?” he whispers, tugging at your earlobe. “your sweet little pussy is clingin’ to me like she doesn't wanna let me go.”
you can barely formulate a response, nodding your head vigorously and moaning so drunkenly, intoxicated solely by his cock. “mhmhmm...”
“wanna cum for me?”
“p-pleaseeee,” you somewhat manage to babble out.
he chuckles deeply, pulling back to let his eyes travel over your face contorted in such blissful pleasure. “such a good girl.”
the grinding of his pelvic muscles against your clit becomes more purposeful and he circles his hips with each calculated thrust. your nails dig deeper into his back and he hisses lowly, enjoying the sensation.
once the dam breaks and your orgasm floods over you disastrously, his movements stutter slightly and a broken groan is wrenched out from his throat as you contract around him, sucking him in like a vice.
he curses under his breath, eyes heavy-lidded as he continues to watch your face before drifting his gaze down your quaking body. you almost scream his name, the combination of his veiny length pushing and withdrawing, and the delicious friction on your clit overwhelming you past your limits.
he doesn't stop, and you're twitching like a body possessed, jabbering out ramblings of overstimulation.
“shh... you can take a little more, can't you? gotta cum for my beautiful wife.” his voice is like velvet; thick, gentle, desirous.
“... uh-huh... want your cum inside,” you drawl, mind hazy and thoughts barely legible. your entire body feels like it's on fire, overstimulated but trying to hold up for him. it makes him smile, almost proudly, watching the way you try your best for him. just to help him find his own release.
“that's my girl.”
showering with satoru never saves time or water. and it's never innocent, either. a lesson never learnt.
Thrustday
the bed creaks under you, rhythmic. in time with his slow, deep thrusts rolling into you. it's gentle, tender, no rush, just pure intimacy. his long, heaving breaths caress your neck, mirroring his deep strokes.
he has you splayed for him with your back against the silken sheets and your legs wrapped around his waist, his own body draped over yours like a blanket. a sweat-slicked, heavy blanket. his hands wrinkle the sheets on either side of your head, his face buried in the crook between your neck and shoulder, moaning your name into the space almost poetically.
he's taking his time, basking in your wet heat enveloping him wholly and dribbling down his balls, your syrupy whimpers dripping off your lips, your fingers clutching at his toned biceps.
he hasn't parted from you for a while, surrounding every single one of your senses. he smells like musk and sex. sounds like ecstasy and ruin. feels like sweat and electricity. and looks absolutely ethereal with his sweat-dampened hair mussed sensually from his constant movement and your hands that previously ran through it. his lips are swollen from deep, lingering kisses, so full of passion he practically drowned you in it. his snowy eyelashes shadow over his cheeks, fluttering ever so slightly with every crease of his eyebrows when your walls flap around him so sweetly.
as he continues to rock his body into yours, as if swaying slowly to a romantic melody orchestrated of your shared moans and shaky breaths, he pulls his head back to soak in your features. his eyes are overflowing with love and lust, devotion and desire. he looks at you as if he yearns despite having every inch of your skin melded with his, glued with sweat and slick
he wants more, more, more. to be intertwined with your soul. to have his heart cradle your own.
“don't wanna stop,” he mumbles, sounding intoxicated. drunk on your pussy, the rock of his hips being constant. he kisses you softly, a gentle mingle of lips against lips. “can't stop.” kiss. “your pussy is like a fuckin’ siren, keeps drawing me back in.” kiss. “can't part from it.” kiss. “sooo unreal, fuck...”
“‘s so good,” you babble, eyes slanted as you stare up at him.
he brushes your hair back from your face, so eager, the most rushed his movements have been. eager to see your pleasure-riddled face better. “i know. ‘s fucking amazing. can't believe this pussy is real hngh...”
you giggle, like he just told the funniest joke but the cause of your delirium is his lengthy cock digging up your insides like you have a treasure hidden in there. and he lets out a groan, sounding defeated as if he's given up on trying to keep his composure. his body collapses onto yours completely.
“can't believe you're real,” he says, peppering kisses against the curve of your cheek. “how do you manage to be so damn adorable and hot at the same time?” disbelief is laced in his tone.
the constant, steady pace of his hips draws out more moans from between your lips, a song he's addicted to, could never get tired of, nor get sick of playing those beautiful notes out of you with the purposeful swivel of his hips.
“wanna live right here between your legs forever. squeezin’ me so good. everything feels so... good,” he huffs out a laugh at himself, breathless. “i can't even think of any other words, that's how perfect you are. my perfect girl.”
Cryday
“aw, you cryin’?” he taunts. there's a grin mischeviously spread across his lips, amused and feral. he has you folded like a lawn chair, your legs pushed up to your chest as he drills into you.
a sloppy mess of noises is resonant with each charge of his hips, your creamy arousal mixed with his previous orgasm trickles down your ass and stains the sheets. a beautiful sight that he relishes in, loving how messy he makes you. a frothy ring forms around his cock and your puffy, abused lips are smeared with his cum.
it's already after midnight but there doesn't seem to be an end in sight. his adrenaline seemingly limitless, pumping and pumping through his veins. thrusting and thrusting into you.
it's the nth round, nth position, nth orgasm.
at least he even made it to the bed and didn't pound you into the floor like an animal.
he dips his head to lean in closer and drag his tongue up your cheek, licking off the salty moisture caused by sheer pleasure and overstimulation.
“mm... feels that good, huh?” he teases.
“‘s t-too much!” you babble out, tone laced with ruin, whiney and winded.
“you can take more. you're suchhh a good girl for me, i know you can,” he soothes, voice calming.
though, it's barely five minutes later when his own eyes well up with tears and they spill over the same time he fills you up with his seed yet another time.
“o-oh fuck, m-marry me, please, please, please...” he rambles, tears staining his own cheeks. from the hedonistic euphoria.
“ah! we're a-already ngh married, idiot.”
“oh, we are. we are. hngh fuck 'm so lucky. so, so, soooo lucky. this pussy is allll mine,” he giggles. were those tears of happiness now? “i should breed this sweet, sweet pussy. really make her all mine, huh?”
the strikes of his hips pick up pace, more frantic, needier. there's a new mission he needs to accomplish.
“you've already-- ngh shit-- stuffed me full of your cum,” you retort, catching your bottom lip harshly between your teeth, feeling the stinging prick of tears again. similar to the stinging on your ass from the way he rams into you. “all fuckin’ week.”
and he grunts, lips plump from biting them and parted as he huffs out heavy breaths. there's a sheen of sweat painting his toned chest and abs, his arms briefly buckling as he still cinches your thighs to your chest.
“o-oh, wait, fuck... i shouldn't have thought about you being pregnant with my baby. fuck, fuck, fuck... ‘s sooo hot. so hot. oh g-god...” he stammers. the contrast between his whimpers and harsh snaps of his hips is almost mind-boggling. the way he can ruin you and himself at the same time. “gonna fuck you ‘til you're round and glowing.”
he leans down again, kissing your tears away so kindly that you almost forget about the cruel force of his relentless hips.
Sat-on-ur-faceday
“i told you to sit on my face, not hover,” he pouts, as if offended that you don't want to suffocate him between your thighs. he thinks that the only correct and most perfect way to go out would be between your thighs.
“but--” you're about to protest, just a few inches shy away from your dripping lips meeting his eager ones.
“but nothing. fuckin’ smother me,” he mumbles against the plush flesh of your inner thigh as he litters it with kisses and gentle bites. marks that only he will ever see. it makes him feel giddy at the thought. he ends up branding his name into your inner thigh with his teeth.
his hands slide up to your waist, pulling you down onto his awaiting face. and he moans as soon as your sugary scent fills his nostrils and he flicks his tongue out to taste you.
“oh. fuck... so sweet. mmm... ‘m never gonna eat outside again. not when i have a five-star michelin meal right here.” he already sounds hysterical. from a single lick.
with the flat of his tongue, he sweeps it from your clit down to your twitching, weeping hole. and he moans again, like he's never tasted you before and can't bear to be parted from your cunt. he could never get enough, no matter how overworked his tongue is, or how deprived he is of oxygen. it's you that has to stop him from driving both himself and yourself to your limits.
he tilts his head up, nose buried in your folds, trying to go further, to drown himself in your decadent syrup. his tongue firmly prods at your entrance, slipping past and swirling around.
usually, he takes his time with his desserts, savouring every lick and bite. but with you? his sweetest and favourite dessert. oh, he doesn't hold back with you. smearing your juices all over his lower face, inhaling as if you gushing out onto his tastebuds isn't enough, and the sloppy, lewd noises of his lips smacking against yours.
he sucks on your folds, devouring every drop of your juices and teasing every inch of your pussy, before fucking his tongue back into you. he curls it against every sweet spot he's memorised and mapped out with his tongue, fingers, and cock, knowing exactly how to get those whines out of you.
“s-sato-- ah! slow doooown hnnngh!” your words turn into an elongated moan when his tongue slithers out of you and instead, flicks your clit violently. the complete opposite of slow. it's not his fault he can't resist such a cloy pussy and can't resist drawing all those equally cloy songs from your mouth.
you can feel his smirk against you when your thighs tremble on either side of his head and your body buckles forward, your hands rushing to find leverage on his abs.
it's only then that you realise he has a hand wrapped around his throbbing cock, solely hard from eating you out. he bucks up into his fist, a dribble of precum trickling down and making the glide easier. he's whining and moaning into your cunt, but he doesn't let down, continuing to eat you out like a man starved and his free hand keeps you tethered to his face.
“mmm hah... ride my face, baby. fuckin’ ride it, ‘s all yours. use my face to make yourself feel good,” he urges you, practically babbling against your sodden lips, choking on his own moans and your sap flowing down his throat. “yeaaahh, that's it.”
your hips involuntarily jerk against his face, your clit sliding down to rub against his chin before drawing back to his lips. but you obey to the unconscious sway of your body and do the same movement, purposely this time. riding his face just as he asked you to, and your entire body shakes like a leaf in the wind each time you grind against the bump of his chin.
it's the perfect friction paired with his wet muscle plunging in and out of you, dragging along your walls and poking in every crevice of your cunt. you gyrate your hips, mewling loudly. at the same time, another thick glob of precum descends down to his balls and he grips his base tightly like he's using every force in him not to cum.
“cum on my face, please, pleaseplease. can't take it anymore ngh--”
his tongue works overtime to get you to cum and with the way your constricting canal pulses around it, he knows it won't take long before you're making a mess on his face.
the undulation of your body becomes shaky, asynchronous, faltering. your head falls back while your body arches forward. and he thinks it's such a heavenly sight when you're surrendering to the gratification, ecstasy written all over your face.
he laps at your quivering hole, slurping up every drop he can, groaning like he's scraping the plate clean after already devouring every bit of a dessert.
when he finally pulls back, lifting you off his face and switching your position so that you're straddling his waist now, he grins up at you goofily with rosy cheeks, glistening with the aftermath of your orgasm. but the desperation is so prominent in his sky-blue hues.
“sit on my dick now, please. finish me off, wanna cum inside this pretty little pussy.” his hands grasp at your waist again, grinding you along the length of his cock, encouraging you.
you shudder as your clit glissades up and down, and his tip catches onto your entrance a couple of times. purposefully? perhaps. who knew what satoru was thinking?
needing no more enticement and wanting to feel the stretch of his girth and his throbbing vein, you take ahold of him and hover just enough for you to be able to slowly sink down on him.
he grits his teeth, eyes shut like a vice and head thrown further back into the pillow, fingers becoming bruising on your hips. “how is it possible for ngh something to feel this... divine?” he mutters, singing the alphabet in his head to stop himself from cumming already. he wants to enjoy it, savour it. “how are you still so damn tight?” he gasps once you begin the rise and fall of your hips.
it's a steady pace for only a moment, before you suddenly speed up and something of a gasp-whimper hybrid is forced out of his mouth. you bounce on his cock like your life depends on it, becoming addicted to the stretch and eager for his cum. rising your hips up until the head of his cock is peeking out of your entrance before slamming back down, a wet slap of skin against skin complementing each recoil.
his eyes meet the back of his head, rolled all the way back and he swears he can see your name written in the stars.
“you ride me like you're trying to get me pregnant,” he groans, sounding strained but you can hear the amusement laced in it.
you laugh, short of breath, before getting cut off by your own moan. “m-maybe i am... you're the one acting like you're in heat-- fuck...”
and he's rutting up into you. it's messy and uncoordinated, thrusting lazily but deep. invading and attacking your sweet spot like it's something he can do so effortlessly with the shaky thrusts of his hips. it throws off your own rhythm.
you reach down, fingers lightly curling around his neck and squeezing gently. his hips stutter and his legs suddenly feel weak, a loud whine ripping out of his throat.
“choke me harder," he grits out. and when you do, he immediately regrets it. “n-nooo, wait, baby, wait, s-stoop-- fuck, imgonnacum, imgonnacum hahhh...”
your walls mould to his cock so deliciously, clinging onto him as if he'd even want to go anywhere. he'd live and die being inside you if he could.
after two more rocks of your body, he's tightening his grip on your hips and holding you down on him, preventing you from moving as his slender back arches off the bed and he cums inside you with the force of a tsunami. his jaw drops open, moans struggling to make themselves be heard and known, but instead being lodged in his heaving chest.
your greedy cunt soaks up every drop of his release, some of it beginning to seep out and stain your lips and dribble down his taught balls.
he's panting like he just ran a marathon once he comes down from cloud nine, the haziness so evident in his eyes once they ease open to stare up at you. it's only a second before he's rutting up into you again.
“don't stop, please. ride me until i'm shooting blanks... want you to take all that i have. ‘m all yours, all yours.” his words are slurred together.
Sudsday
sundays are always yours and satoru's lazy days. no chores, no going out, no work. just the two of you, relaxing, doing whatever you wanted.
and satoru believed you deserved a day of extra pampering and spoiling after the strenuous week he put you through due to his animalistic nature. like a rabid dog. a puppy in heat. leaving you marked in more ways than one.
that's why he's running you a comforting bath, infused with lavender oil, setting up scented candles in the bathroom which mingle with the lavender.
“hey, sweetheart,” he calls out gently from the bathroom, poking his head out from behind the door to see where you are. “the bath is ready.”
and the sunniest of smiles immediately springs onto his lips when you come into view. he stretches his arm out for you to take his hand, holding yours almost gingerly as he tugs you towards the bath.
“are you gonna join?” you ask, glancing at him curiously as you untie the soft robe from around you. and his eyes never wander astray, staying faithful to your face before he moves to stand behind you.
he carefully gathers your hair in his hands, using a claw hairclip to keep it up higher on your head.
“if you want me to. it's for you, after all.”
“join me,” you insist, turning around to face him and his eyes crinkle in the corners as he admires your features so tenderly. as if you can feel the caress of his eyes over your face, burning each and every detail into his mind, until he'd be able to see the image of you engraved into his eyelids when he closes his eyes.
he keenly complies with your request, stripping off his sweats without a second thought. he submerges in the warm bath first, sitting with his back against the end, before reaching out to you again. he helps you step in, mindful to not let you slip.
once you're sitting under the water, he tugs you back against his chest, spreading his legs as far as he can to make sure you're comfortable in between them.
he twines his arms around your waist, kissing feathers along the side of your neck. at the same time, he gently massages the soothing touch of his fingers into the bruises he left on you over the past week. the etchings lingering from his teeth all over your neck, shoulders, tits, and thighs; purplish red traces of his fingers on your hips.
“you were so good for me,” he murmurs softly against your neck, nosing the back of it as he closes his eyes and lightly inhales your sweet scent.
he focuses on the warmth of your body against his, the suppleness of your skin beneath his fingertips, your soft, steady breathing complementing the rise and fall of your chest, . he's never been so immersed in anything before, other than the previous times he gets caught up in you, only ever you.
and in his tender travels of soothing your body, his hand eases between the crease of your thighs, his index and middle fingers slowly circling your nub, sensitive from the six days prior.
“‘toru,” you whine weakly, head dropping back onto his shoulder with half-lidded eyes. it's a half-hearted protest. you can't exactly complain when the simple brush of his touch can drive you crazy so easily, so quickly.
“shhh, just let me make you feel good. relax. let ‘toru take care of you,” he whispers in your ear.
his touch is both soothing and exciting. making you melt against his chest while your heart gallops behind the confines of your own ribs. your eyes close, submitting to the pleasure he's gracing you with while relaxing. your mouth parts slightly with quiet whimpers of his name.
his hushed sweet nothings tickle the flesh of your shoulder as he continues his pilgrimage of kisses. he never speeds up the pace of the circles, nor increases the pressure. just the right amount to drive you towards the peak without heightening your sensitivity.
you're overcome with a subdued orgasm, leaving you twitching in his arms against his chest. he rubs his hands along your thighs soothingly, before holding you against him protectively. your soft moans bounce off the cool bathroom walls.
“there we go,” he coos softly once you've ridden out your orgasm. like a lullaby in your ear. you go completely lax against him and he tightens his arms around you. “so beautiful when you're feeling good.”
you really wouldn't be surprised if one of you made it out of the week pregnant.
-`♡´- toji's too clingy in the morning, he refuses to let you leave the bed !
the first thing you notice when you wake up is the sheer weight of him. heavy, warm, and absolutely immovable.
toji’s arm is slung across your stomach, leg hooked over yours with his chest pressed into your back like he’s trying to fuse you together. his hair is a wreck, sticking up in every direction, and his breath is hot against the side of your neck.
you try to wiggle out of his grasp, and you get halfway out of bed — one foot on the floor, the other still on the mattress under toji's.
but your freedom is short lived, his large and veiny arm clamps around your waist like an anchor and tugs you back down into bed. his grip is ridiculously strong and entirely effective.
“where d’you think you’re goin’?” he mumbles, voice thick with sleep and half-hearted grump. his face is buried in the crook of your neck, and you can feel his eyelashes flutter against your skin every time he blinks.
“toji,” you whisper, poking at his forearm. “i need to pee.”
“five more minutes.” his voice is a croak; it could be a demand but it sounds suspiciously like a plea.
"i can't hold it. i need to go now."
a low, gravelly complaint rumbles in his chest, more growl than word. then: “no.”
“no?” you huff, half-laughing. “i said i need to—”
his arm tightens, dragging you back down into the sheets. “i don’t care. stay.”
you twist your head just enough to see him. his eyes are half-lidded and his lips pouty with sleep. you’d call it cute if you weren’t currently pinned like a bug under a rock.
“you’re so annoying.”
“’m comfy.” he buries his face in your shoulder, voice muffled. “you’re warm. don’t ruin the mood.”
“toji, you’re crushing me.”
he cracks one eye open, smirking faintly. “not my fault you're so small.”
you try to escape again, squirming in his grip, and he groans dramatically, like you’ve personally offended him. then, after a beat, he murmurs, “okay fine, just kiss me.”
you stare at him silently.
“i want a kiss, baby.” he repeats, lips quirking lazily.
you blink. “what?”
he lifts his head just enough for you to see his face: puffy-eyed, hair a tragic halo, mouth already twisting into that smug half-smile — that i-deny-i-care-but-i-actually-do-care expression. “woman, kiss me,” his tone is small and grumpy and absolutely manipulative. “or you’re not goin’ anywhere.”
you scoff. “seriously?”
“dead serious.” his eyes close again, smug. “payment required. i can't just let go of you for free.”
you lean back a little, teasing. “i'm not gonna kiss you.”
his brows knit, and for a second you think he’s going to argue. instead, he huffs, flops onto his back with all the grace of a sulky teenager, and announces, “fine. suit yourself.”
you sit up, staring down at him. his eyes are shut tight, his mouth in the most exaggerated pout you’ve ever seen.
“oh my god,” you say, amused. “are you seriously—are you pretending to be asleep right now?”
nothing. not even a twitch.
you lean closer, grinning. “toji. i know you can hear me.”
he doesn’t move. and you start to wonder if he isn't being dramatic this time.
you poke the side of his head. “are you actually asleep?” you whisper, because you know him. he’s pretending. he always ignores you when he wants you to do something — and it always, always works.
and yet, still no answer. the silence stretches, and you almost laugh because this little game is so painfully him. you smile, tracing his high cheekbones, feeling the scruff of his stubble tickling your fingertips.
then, you make a show of pulling a pillow over your head, thinking you’ll win the battle of wills by simply refusing to entertain his childish antics.
and that's when you feel it: a thumb ghosting over the curve of your hip and a tired rumble in his chest as he sighs right by your ear.
“you’re so mean,” he mumbles, fake-sleep voice double-layered with intent. “all i want is a kiss from my girlfriend.”
“i am not—” you protest, but your words melt into a giggle because he sounds like a whiney toddler and it’s impossible to remain indifferent.
he shifts, heavy and warm, and the mattress dips as he folds himself against you. he drags his nose along your jaw, eyes closed but lashes fluttering as if in concentration. “kiss me,” he says again, softer, like it’s a spell he’s casting. “please.”
you hover for a beat, loving the whole ridiculous scene: the messy hair, the lazy eyes, the way his bottom lip juts out in a theatrical pout. you can't possibly resist.
so you lean down, as quick as a wink, and press one soft kiss to his temple.
he doesn’t respond at once. you pull away, triumphant, but then his hand slides up to your neck and tilts your face, and that sleepy smile of his cracks into a wicked grin. his lips finally find yours, and it’s gentle, surprisingly. a lazy kiss that’s all quiet sighs and soft lips, as if you have all the time in the world to love eachother slow.
when you pull back he’s still smiling, still half-asleep, mind you. but the pout has vanished. “thought you’d never give in,” he murmurs, thumb brushing a stray crust of sleep from your eye.
“i still need to piss,” you remind him, voice soft.
“hmm,” he hums, dragging his nose over yours. he presses another kiss to your forehead, long and lazy. “5 more minutes.”
18+ MDNI | thinking about subby satoru and how long it would take for him to fold… (spoiler alert: he foldin’ fast as hell)
you're laying on the bed, sprawled out wearing nothing but a cute pair of pink panties, your soft breasts bouncing with each subtle movement- like you're teasing him. satoru’s sitting on the edge of the bed, his hands trapped obediently underneath his long legs, just as you ordered him to— his breaths coming in uneven pants, each deep breath shaky with restraint.
“you look so pretty, sweetheart, can i touch you yet, please?” his once bright blue eyes are dark with desire, scanning over every feature— the way your plump lips part when you brush a finger over your nipple, the growing damp spot that's prominent on your pretty pink underwear. his cock is throbbing in his grey sweats, pearls of pre-cum staining the front.
“mmm-mmm, not until i allow it, ‘toru.” your nails graze your tummy all the way down until you reach the waistband of your panties, finally tugging them off to reveal your glistening, puffy folds.
“how can you keep my favorite dessert from me? this is just cruel.” he whimpers as he adjusts himself on the bed, chasing any sort of friction or relief for his poor, aching cock.
“tell me how much you want it, ‘toru.” your voice is quiet and steady, a soft moan escaping your lips when you drag your fingers through your slick and spread your folds open for him to get an even better look.
“c’mon baby, wanna taste that pretty pussy so bad, just look how wet she is f’me, fuck-” he groans as his hips jerk up, his swollen, angry tip dragging along the fabric of his sweats.
“i've been good- h-haven't i, sweets?”
“such a good boy, satoru. you're listening so- nngh- well.” your eyes flutter shut— your back arching off the plush mattress as you rub small circles over your swollen clit, your free hand kneading your breast and pinching at your nipple.
before you can even process what's happening next, satoru’s got you flipped over, his large hands spreading your cheeks open and his tongue so far deep inside your fluttering pussy it makes you scream.
“wha- toru!!?!” you claw at the sheets as you attempt to crawl away from him, but he wraps his arm around your waist and locks you in place easily.
“mmph- sorry, doll-” he murmurs against your dripping folds as he pulls his tongue back, only to replace it with two long fingers. “but she was practically begging f’me, can't you hear?” he thrusts his fingers in and out of your squelching pussy, your juices dripping down his hand and onto his wrist.
“satoru this isn't- fuck- fair!”
“tch, fair?” he pulls his fingers out to slap your clit, making your back arch and your legs twitch. “what's not fair is you making me wait- me! the satoru gojo!” he smacks your ass before dipping his head down and latching his lips around your swollen bud.
“s-seriously satoru?! you're such a-” before you can finish your sentence, he sucks harder and moves his tongue faster around your clit, his fingers dipping into your soaked cunt and hitting that spot that makes you see stars. the sound of his wet kisses and your squelching pussy fill the room, his grunts getting louder as he starts fucking against the bed harder.
“m’close, toru- gonna cum!!” you whimper as your eyes squeeze shut and your walls flutter around his fingers, your release coating his fingers as he pulls your orgasm out of you.
“y-yeah- fuck!” he groans your name with a broken moan, spurting rivulets of cum out of his twitching cock, making an absolute mess in his sweats.
you're both a panting mess as he withdraws his fingers from your fluttering hole, a whimper escaping your lips from the sensitivity. you turn to look back at him, your eyes immediately drawn to the dark stain on his pants.
“toru-”
“next time— you're gonna have to tie me up to keep me away from this sweet pussy.”
the night is warm, and you're slipping in from hanging out with your friends.
before opening the bedroom door, you already knew he was there waiting for you.
you put your hand on the knob and playing with it a little just to hear him groan from behind the door making you smile.
the doorknob twists, and there he was, laid out shirtless.
his eyes slide over your frame and the outfit you were wearing patting his stomach, coaxing you to get on, something he did that always worked.
“come on, lay with me for ten minutes, i promise.”
blood rushing to his dick already, eyes still scanning over your body.
suguru is eyeing you down, and you’re eyeing him back, taking off your clothes and changing into his shirt, and getting on top of him.
“i know your tricks, suguru; don’t try it.”
rubbing your core over the bulge in his sweatpants, making him grunt a little.
a smile on your face knowing that’s exactly what he’s going to do.
which you’ll soon regret.
he turns over, getting on top of you, snuggling into your chest, pulling up your shirt, and sucking on one of your breasts while mumbling.
“then why’d you get on the bed? hm?”
suguru already knows the answer; that’s why his hand is already between your thighs teasing you while you squirm, rubbing yourself against him.
“you’ll cum when i tell you, okay?”
you only nod, already too needy for him, and that feeling is already surging throughout your body.
one of his fingers slides inside, making you gasp, arching your back off of the mattress, and he stares down at you, his hair falling in his face.
his mouth is already at your neck, biting you, the bed creaking under both your weights, then he’s sliding down between your thighs, taking your panties off.
the air hitting your wet core makes your toes curl, his mouth already latching into your middle, his tongue swirling around your clit.
“w-wait, suguru.”
there’s a little more sucking, making you grab onto his hair, his eyes staring up at you, making sure to watch every reaction, and your stomach twisting in pleasure.
then he stops, kissing your inner thigh and biting you. he sees you aching to close your legs and pushes your legs back, his grip on you tight, nails digging into you.
“o…oh my god.”
the pain makes your back arch, leaving your mouth open the more he keeps biting and digging.
"tell me if it's too much, but keep trying to take it."
suguru wanted to see you on the edge, so he reached over to the nightstand, grabbing the purple vibrator he got for you that you can’t use alone.
“be good and keep your legs open for me. i might let you cum.”
pushing your thighs out and turning on the vibrator, putting it on your clit, his eyes still stuck on you for a reaction.
the tight grip on your thigh making it impossible to move.
the vibrator was sending tingles down your spine and through your core.
he lifts up the vibrator, sinking his teeth into your thigh and sucking hard; you pull tighter on his hair, moaning, and he groans into your skin.
so soft, so easy to mark up, and so much space.
suguru puts the vibrator back on the clit, and he kisses up your thighs to below your belly button and then right above, the feeling making you catch your breath.
he purposely breathes there to watch you flinch and to feel his hair get pulled from your tight grip.
there wasn't a continuous vibration on your clit from the vibrator; he kept lifting it and then putting it back.
he didn’t want to have you accidentally finish.
“stay still.”
but you couldn’t; the buzzing sound only made you more anxious.
he knew how sensitive you got from it and how you thought you were slick bucking your hips against it for more stimulation.
suguru's mouth is still inching and crawling up your body, latching onto your tits, sucking, then back to your stomach, then neck.
the marks were big; he didn’t want you missing looking at them the next day or the day after that.
the vibrator slid up and down your core; you couldn’t even stay still anymore, your hand still holding tight onto suguru’s hair.
his other hand comes down to your core, and he slowly slides two fingers in, your eyes heavy from the pleasure.
“i said don’t cum; be good for me.”
suguru felt you squeezing around him and your thighs twitching, his mouth dragging down to the middle of your stomach again, softly biting.
your vision having white specks all over making you squeeze them shut.
he took the vibrator away, knowing you were about there, your hand loosening on his hair, and he smiled.
watching to see how long you can hold out before actually finishing.
his eyes are gliding all over your body, looking at all the different marks on you, wondering if he should let you cum now.
“beg.”
his voice is low as he presses the vibrator onto your clit again, making you jolt and tighten your grip on his hair again.
“what?”
your voice wavering as you look into his eyes, suguru's fingers moving inside of you again.
“i said beg; you know how. come on.”
there’s hesitation in your voice, but you feel an orgasm coming on, and you don’t want it ruined, so you do it.
“please let me cum, Suguru. i’ll do anything; i want it.”
your begging stops when he turns the speed up, making your voice give out, tugging his hair harder, making him groan.
suguru's mouth is on your neck again, making more marks, his teeth sinking in, making you scream.
the first and only orgasm he was going to let you have tonight washed over you, making your back arch.
“mmm, fuck, baby.”
his voice vibrating against your neck, feeling it, you were soaking his fingers.
“suguru…”
the only thing you could say, your chest rising and falling quickly and your eyes closing as you tried to recollect yourself.
suguru leans back all the way, a soft smile on his face, looking over his handy work, his hand carefully tracing over the marks on your neck, then sliding down to the bite marks on your thighs.
Coming home from a long day of work to your lazy ass husband Toji, who greets you by being naked as soon as you walk in.
He’s sitting on the couch with those big thighs spread wide open, cock hard and freed into the air—untouched—and arms resting against the back of the couch as he casually watches TV ahead.
You scoff at the sight before appreciating it, catching his attention and earning a smile from him. As you slip out of your coat and tug your feet out of your work shoes, he’s sitting there with that crooked grin stretched across his scared lips.
“You look tense, baby.” He hums lowly as he watches you approach him. The look of confusion on your face only makes his dick twitch in the air. “C’mere, let me ease that for ya’.”
Folding your arms just as you come close enough to stand in between his legs, “Toji, what is this.”
“What’s what?”
“Why are you naked… and hard.”
“I was missin’ you, doll. Couldn’t wait til’ you got home,” He whispers, big hands sliding up and down your hips before he leans forward and kisses your stomach all lovingly. “Didn’t want you to waste time tryin’ to get all my clothes off so… I made it easy for you.”
Your eyes narrow down at him. “You think after a long day at work I’d want some dick?”
He peeks up at you from beneath those unfairly thick dark lashes, “Well, yeah.”
And you hate how he’s right.
Which is why you’re riding sensually him just a few minutes later, slowly dragging your pussy up and down the fat expanse of his cock while he lazily thrusts up into you.
Your tits jump in front of his face all prettily and he can’t help but let those big greedy hands of his come up and cup the flesh into his hands, thumbs flicking over your hard nipples just to earn a whine or two out of you.
You loved how Toji handled you after a long day of work like that. It wasn’t as rough as he normally was but it damn sure wasn’t exactly soft either, not with the way his hips were snapping up into yours just to earn some more moans from you.
Toji’s got that same lopsided smirk painted across his scared lips and he’s trying not to drool at how gorgeous you look all tired and trying to keep up with him. Grunting, “You needed this, huh? Needed me to take care of ya’ after suuuch a long ‘n tiring day?” He coos all softly.
Your body arches forward more until you end up resting your head on his shoulder while his hands move to your hips. Toji doesn’t wait for a response, instead he just starts bouncing you up and down his fat cock and moving his lips to your ear.
“Fuck, you feel so good, baby. So perfect f’me,” He praises hotly into the crown of your ear. “Always workin’ so hard, I’m proud of you, doll.” He continues in lighthearted whispers, cock kissing the hilt of your pussy and leaving you leaking slick all around his thick shaft as you clench down on him.
He knew you needed to hear that after the day you’ve had, despite not knowing what exactly happened.
You never meant to fall for the tall, sweet, hot, nerd like this—mouthing at his bulge from beneath his desk, your pussy ruined from the thought of a blowjob alone.
You couldn’t help it: the way he would flush when he looked at you, all the nice things he’s said before and after your breakup with your loser ex, not to mention all the ways he encouraged you, somehow conveying the sentiments beyond the class you both shared.
So what if you wanted to reward him a little? Against all odds, Gojo Satoru made you shy, made you rethink your usual strategy with men that led to a coy, too slow, and indirect of a courting to go beyond stolen cuddles and kisses that teased just short of his lips.
It was time to get your point across.
“Sweetheart—you don’t—fuck—“ he bucked into your mouth when you breathed over the tip, tongue laving over his boxers lovingly.
“Hmm?” you blinked prettily up at him, absentmindedly nipping over his clothed erection.
“You don’t have to…I mean…I wanted to get you flowers at least,” Satoru groaned. “Fuck, baby, let me take you on a date first, please.”
“But you’re so hard,” you emphasized. And yummy.
“Because you’re beautiful and I like you so much, and fuck, let me do this right, okay?” He clasped your smaller hand in his, the other coming up to card through your hair, palm gently resting against your cheek.
“I like you so much,” he repeated. “C’mere, please.”
You pouted. You smoothed over your skirt before rising. Despite the circumstances, you felt his heated gaze trail over your form. Good.
You bent over, offering a teasing view of the silk between your legs. Your panties landed innocently on his lap.
"Fine," you relented. "But you get to fuck me how you like after."
Imagine getting your throat fucked by pornstar!geto but cameraman!gojo catches your attention instead.
You couldn't help but get distracted with the way he's bringing that camera all close to the spread of your laps, whispering, "Fuuuck, you take cock so prettily..." as if you couldn't hear him.
He’s so talkative that it drives you insane. Every time he films you and Geto, the huskiness of his voice and the soaking bulge of his dick—that’s just screaming for attention—resting so annoyingly in between his thighs always adds to the overall fun of your job. Sometimes you only agree to film with Geto just because you know Gojo always tags along as his designated cameraman.
Your lashes are dewy with tears and even though you wish you could focus on him a bit more, Geto's too busy cocking his head to the side and letting out a heavy puff of air as he notices your lack of attention on him.
So naturally he grabs a rude fistful of your hair and tugs his dick out your mouth just to send you the meanest expression. "She does, doesn't she?" He'd purr out in response to Gojo before lifting his thick cock and slapping the flat of your tongue with it. "Take it like such a good slut f'me, don't you, pretty girl?"
It's not until you look up at him again that he stuffs his inches past your lips again, watching the drool and spit hypnotically trickle past the corners of your mouth and then down your chin, dripping off of your jaw.
Yet, with the way Geto hears Gojo gasping as if he hadn't filmed similar scenes to this time and time before, he finds himself ticked off once more. Especially because your eyes wander over to him again and then you moan afterwards.
"Tch, never mind then," Geto huffs with a rude thrust of his hips. Two big hands meet the sides of your face and he forces your head to stay straight so that you could focus on only him for a second as he gets meaner. "Dumb slut can't even focus on one cock at a time."
The flimsy fabric of your panties is soaked with the way Geto talks to you. Secretly, you love making him jealous this way. You know he’s probably just doing it for film but fuck, the way he actually gets ticked off only makes you squeeze your thighs together.
Especially as he starts bullying his cock down your throat, causing all sorts of filthy and gurgling noises to echo out into the room.
Gojo finds himself snorting at his little comment and although he's moving to catch the scene in a different angle, his talkative nature takes over yet again.
"Stop being so mean, Suguru." Gojo scoffs lightly as he zooms in on the way your eyes lull back and your jaw falls open even wider and sends you a teasing wink you don’t quite catch before whispering, "Y'know she's greedy."
You’re on top of your master bedroom bed and Nanami is kissing you and circling your clit. His tongue swallowing you so sweetly. He looks at you admiring your expression. You’ve both have been at it for only four rounds by now.
His soft kisses on your cheeks and neck. Him taking in your yummy, overstimulated body. His cum keeping your warm creamy cunt warm. You feel so full and Kento isn’t helping at all! His cock is not only long, but it’s so wide. You feel him so deep and if feels so delicious.
“You’re doing so well f’me, my love.” He whispered as his hips rolled a bit faster. “You taste so sweet, honey.” He says smelling your yummy perfume. He licks your nipples. “Is your perfume..edible?” You nod, “mm..it’s edible but it’s for scent—hah!” You get rudely cut off by him devouring your tits.
His thrusts get harder and faster. “Fuck. G’nna cum f’me hun?” He grips your hair in his hand. Pulling you closer as he kisses you, savoring your worn out lipgloss. His hands flicking your nipples causing your orgasm to flow through you. “Ngh! Ken! Cumminnng!” Your nails dig in his back. He cums, milking your pussy, again. His warm milky cum seeping out as you ride out your high.
“Good girl. Such a good girl f’me.” he kisses your tear-soaked cheek. “My sweet baby” he spreads your legs, and wipes a warm cloth on you. He kisses your forehead and cuddles you to sleep.
MDNI 18+ 〃 Trying to make Satoru fuck you instead of eat you out
You just want his cock.
That’s it. This isn’t some complicated puzzle about the metaphysical love is all you need bullshit. No – you just want one thing, and that’s to be split open, stuffed full, filled to the brim until your muscles turn to mush.
Instead, you’re flat on your back on the bed, and you’ve got Satoru’s head between your thighs. His actual head, not the dick kind. Eating you out like he’s stranded on a desert and your cunt is a coconut with a straw in it.
He’s drunk on you. No, worse – wasted, gone and glassy eyed and rutting against the mattress like he’s possessed. His tongue is everywhere at once. Sloppy, greedy licks, like he’s trying to drink you down – then a flick up, pressing and swirling at your clit until your vision goes white.
“Satoru, quit it,” you gasp out, yanking his hair. Trying to haul him up, so you can get down to what you really need. “Just– shit! Need you to fuck me, need your cock–”
“This iiis my cock,” he groans, arms wrapping around the plush of your thighs to cement himself between them. “Tongue.. tongue cock. The deluxe. Tongue Cock 3000.”
You could commit a crime.
You could strangle him with your bare hands.
Instead, all you manage is a strangled whimper when he sucks hard at your clit, bulky shoulders locking you open like steel bars.
You don’t care how good his mouth is. You need to be filled. You want him buried to the hilt, pressing up into your gut with his pelvis grinding against your clit. You want him to fuck you till you forget your own name because right now you can’t even think of anything other than cock cock cock–
And then he groans like he’s heard your thoughts, hips jerking down against the sheets. Humping the bed like a dog in heat, cock flushed dark and leaking, dragging raw against the mattress. Every rut smears precum into the fabric, head catching on the resistance of the sheets before he bucks harder.
The sounds he’s making are obscene. Loud and sticky and wet, spit mixing with your slick until you’re certain even the sheets will need eye bleach after this. He pulls back just enough to breathe, chin shining, pupils blown wide.
“Why would I quit,” he pants, tongue darting out to lick at his lips, “when you taste like this? Why would I eeever put my cock in when tasting you is already heaven?”
“Because heaven doesn’t fill me up!” you practically yell. Your thighs shake when he dips down again, tongue circling your clit lazily, indulgent. He hums against you in an indication to go on, and the vibrations shoot stars up your spine. You glare down at him. “You don’t get it, Satoru– shit, fuck– I wanna be stuffed. I wanna be stretched, ruined–”
He groans so loud it makes your hips buck.
“Fuck, say it again.”
You’re so close it’s humiliating. Teetering on the edge with nothing inside you, not even a finger, just his greedy fucking mouth.
You want his cock. You want his cock so bad. Holy shit, if you die before being split open on his dick you might just haunt him forever–
And then you snap, jerking his hair hard enough to make him look up. His face is a mess – wet chin and swollen lips and eyes glazed over like he’s blackout drunk. He’s grinning. Of course he’s grinning.
“You’d better not,” you rasp, eyes darting down to glower at the way his hips buck against the sheets, “get soft before you fuck me.”
He blinks once. Twice. Slowly, half-lidded, processing your words.
Then he snorts and drags his messy mouth up your body. Pressing little kisses to your thighs, your stomach, the divot between your breasts, the side of your neck – up, up, until his cock is heavy and leaking against your stomach as he settles over you. “Soft?” he echoes, voice hoarse, nose brushing your cheek as he laughs. “Sweetheart, if you think I’m capable of that after tasting you..”
He pushes forward just enough for his blunt tip to rub against your entrance. Catching on your clit, smearing pre across your syrupy folds.
୨୧ — Toji times his creampies to your ovulation cycle.
He even picks baby names while fucking you. “Megumi.” he pants against your neck, cock buried deep as his hips grind against yours,“always liked that name...” driving deeper as your walls flutter around him.. “Or maybe something sweet if it’s a girl.”
The contradiction makes your head spin- how he can be so tender with future dreams while his grip on your hips leave bruises for days.
When you breathe out shakily, asking if he’s sure about this- about not using protection, he laughs as his hand comes down hard. The slap to your pussy makes your legs shake as you cry out. “Course I’m sure. Been planning this since day one.” he growls, thumb rubbing your abused clit as his cum leaks down your thighs. But then he's pressing soft kisses to your temple, murmuring how pretty you’ll look all round carrying his little brat- that everyone is going to stare at you.
His smirk widens when strangers stare at your swollen stomach months later, his hand possessively splayed across your belly.
Pierced!Nanami and Higuruma who’re both pierced…down there after their emo phases (yes, both of them), who blindfold you using one of their ties, who’re already rock-hard at the mere thought of you, and who put themselves in each of your hands n’ tell you to guess which one’s which.
Pierced!Nanami and Higuruma who start to fuck you only - and only - if you get it right the first time. And when they do- they’ll take turns, again asking you to guess.
Pierced!Nanami and Higuruma who stop if you get it wrong, and the only way to make up for hurting their feelings like that (“you really can’t tell us apart, darling?”) is to make you squirt, of course!
Pierced!Nanami and Higuruma who go on and on and on until you’re molded to them n’ their piercings, and you can tell which one’s which just by the tip of it.
all the times suguru says i love you, and the one time you say it back (18+)
the first time you think you hear it, you brush it off as an accident. the words come out stifled, half-buried in a broken moan, suguru’s breath shuddering as he releases inside you. his voice is rough, the words dissolving into flushed skin as he mumbles a string of praises into the crook of your neck.
it simply doesn’t make sense — you’re just friends who fuck when the stress gets too heavy, who know better than to blur the line of comfort and commitment. he doesn’t love you, not in the same way you do. so by the time he draws out of you, you’ve successfully convinced yourself it must have been a slip of your overstimulated brain, a desperate grasp at something you can’t have.
the second time, you don’t hear suguru say it, but you swear you feel it. his touch is achingly tender, eyes soft as he holds your gaze. you’re trembling under him, watery-eyed, split open on his cock. he doesn’t say it — but he keeps whispering things, things like you’re safe, i got you, you’re okay, and his thumb swipes across your cheek to brush away stray tears.
he moves against you in a slow drag of hips, leaving kisses across your skin like flowers pressed flat into the pages of a book, something to be remembered; something to be cherished long after. your fingers curl weakly at his sheets, baring your neck when his mouth finds it, and all you can remember thinking is isn’t this how people make love?
the third time, there’s simply no mistaking it. suguru’s above you, hair damp with sweat and face flushed from exertion. two weeks of suddenly ignoring his messages and calls hadn’t stopped him from showing up at your door tonight, and you let him in thinking it’ll be the last time you take off your clothes for someone that doesn’t love you back.
but then his hand cradles your cheek, his thrusts slowing, the words spilling out from the recesses of his chest with such unflinching sincerity that it leaves no room for doubt to bloom. i love you. he presses his forehead to yours and you feel the heat of his touch spreading across your body, the ragged breaths he takes as he locks eyes with you. i love you. please don’t hide from me.
your eyes widen, a whimper of his name falling past your lips, flushed and needy as your arms loop around his neck. he holds you tighter, and finally, finally, you say it back.
everytime satoru puts your daughter to bed, he doesn’t read fairytales or children’s picture books. no, he talks most about you - his wife.
“you know, there’s this girl i have a massive crush on, you wouldn’t believe it,” he whispers dramatically, cradling his baby against his side and resting his cheek on the top of her head.
she babbles sleepily in response.
“yeah, she is pretty amazing, isn’t she?” he sighs dreamily, brushing his fingers over his baby’s cheek. “don’t tell her i said this, but… i still get butterflies when she kisses me. i know, your super duper cool dad is weak for one thing.”
and he goes on, rambling about things that the baby doesn’t even understand. he notices her yawning, eyes drooping, and decides to finish off his monologue.
“that’s why you should always be good to her, okay? she’s my princess and your incredible mother, and such a beautiful one at that. you and i are both so lucky. i get to wake up next to her everyday, whew,” he chuckles softly. “alright, alright, i’ll let you sleep now. goodnight, sweet angel.”
nanami’s attempt in degrading didn’t go very well.
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nanami had your chin in between his thumb and forefinger as you knelt submissively in front of him, both of his knees practically caging you in. he yanked your face lightly, forcing you to look at his eyes. “take out my cock and suck like the dirty little slut that you are.”
there’s silence before he leaned in closer, closer, and closer. moving way past your face as he rested his head on your shoulder. “my love, i can’t. i’m sorry, i didn’t mean that. that was mean. can we pick this up another day? that was my limit,” he mumbled, picking you up from the floor as he put you on his lap. you laughed, having expected this one way or another from the sweet man. “that was your first sentence, ken,” you pointed out, giggling at the feather feeling of kisses he’s planting on your neck like apology, as if you needed it.
you had been the one to ask your boyfriend to try and degrade you, but seeing how things just played out it seemed that you’re the one who owed an apology instead as nanami looked like he was held at gunpoint when he did it. “i know. i don’t think i’ll be able to do it, sweetheart. i want to worship you, all i could think about just now was how i should be the one on the ground instead, kneeling as i adore every inch of your skin as you kindly let me,” he muttered, rubbing your knees to ease the non-existent pain from before.
“you can do that and be mean to me,” you replied teasingly, truthfully already beyond happy that he’s willing to try things out just because you asked him to. he closed his eyes as you played with the ends of his strand of hair, but there’s a slight furrow on his eyebrows as he listened to you, confused. like he couldn’t even comprehend what that word meant especially when it comes to you. “i admire your optimism after seeing my attempt,” he sighed softly, nuzzling closer to your neck.
“okay, maybe we can try something else. maybe hair-yanking?”
“what? won’t that hurt you? is that truly something people are into?”
toji coming home from a longggg day at work and seeing that the reader cleaned the whole house, washed the dishes, and made dinner and just pounding her sweet pussy for being such a good girl for him :(
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Oh this is so sexy, especially since idk a part of me thinks that Toji would have a housewife kink😞😞 SORRRYY
Like imagine he comes home and starts looking for you bc he's concerned you're not waiting and running into his arms the second he walks through the door like usual. He searches through the house and finds you plating his food in the kitchen bc you heard the door open so you figure he might be hungry. And he looks around him and sees that everywhere is all clean and tidy and basically spotless. his heart immediately swells at the domesticity, so did his cock!! Which is why he's pounding you against the dinner table while peppering sweet kisses on your neck and whispering soft praises while his cock bullies your insides and making you cum over and over as a reward
It started before breakfast. You didn’t want to get out of bed. Didn’t like the clothes in your drawer. Didn’t want to eat the eggs Toji made. Got pouty and annoyed when he left to take a phone call in the other room. Snapped at him when he asked you to help with the dishes. Slammed the bathroom door. Huffed. Crossed your arms. Refused to look him in the eye while he was trying to form a conversation with you during lunch.
“You’re walking a fine line today, baby,” he warned with a lazy swat to your ass while you stomped past him that afternoon. “Keep acting like this and you’re gonna find out”.
“Find out what,” you questioned annoyingly, with your back to him while you shoved another shirt into the laundry pile with more force than necessary, folding too hard, and slamming fabric down until the whole stack toppled over the side of the bed.
He even took you out to get ice cream but you were already fussy again by dinner.
You didn’t even say thank you when he set the plate down in front of you at dinner. You barely touched your food. You kept fidgeting in your seat, your white socks kicking under the table, whining every few minutes for no real reason.
Toji sighed halfway through the meal and leaned back in his chair—giving you a long, fed-up look.
“You on your period or something?”
“No,” you huffed at the audacity.
“You sure?”
“I’m just in a mood”.
“Yeah, I noticed”.
Still, he didn’t press you about it. He just helped you brush your teeth, tucked you into bed, and turned off the light before heading to bed with you.
But you couldn’t stay still.
You kept tossing and turning. Pulling the blanket away from him. Kicking it off. Flopping around with your face scrunched. Toji groaned sleepily, cracking one tired eye open to look at you. “What the hell is wrong with you today?”
You rolled over on your back and sniffled, your bottom lip trembling in mild frustration. “I don’t know…”
He blinked, confused.
You sniffled again.
And then you reluctantly crawled into his lap.
“Ohhh,” he muttered like he had finally uncovered the answer to a long-standing mystery. You clumsily straddled his waist, the thin cotton of your sleep shorts already warm and damp where it pressed against the solid weight of his thigh.
“Ohhh,” he mumbled again, voice lower this time, his big hands already finding your hips to lift you up and settle your core over the hard swell beneath his pants. “So that’s what this was about, huh?”
You whined, mumbling something incoherent before burying your face in his chest from embarrassment.
“My poor baby’s just been walking around cock-starved all day,” he teases, lips grazing your temple before lingering there in a gentle kiss.
“Nuh-uh…”
“Oh yeah?” he chuckled, curling two fingers into the waistband of your shorts and yanking them down. He swiped his fingers between your folds, before lifting his hand to show you the string of slick that stretched and clung before snapping apart. Holding his sticky fingers to your face, he smirked. “Then why’re you so fucking wet, sweetheart?”
“Dunno…” you whined, a shaky little whimper breaking in your throat.
“Uh huh”. He squeezed your chin lightly, forcing you to look at him. “You didn’t need cuddles. Didn’t need praise. Didn’t need food or TV or attention…”
His other hand shoved his boxers down, freeing his cock with a heavy springing slap against his stomach. He wrapped his fist tight at the veiny base, sliding the swollen crown through your messy slit, grinning at the way it caught and dragged over your fluttering entrance.
“You just needed daddy to stuff your horny little hole, huh?”
You bobbed your head in a frantic nod, heat flooding your cheeks as he rolled the thick, leaky head of his cock between your folds, smearing your slick and his pre-cum while dragging back and forth in maddening teases.
Toji let out a husky laugh under his breath, the sound low and rough, as his hands steadied you and guided you down onto him. Both of you groaned when he bottomed out, the heavy weight of him impaling you completely. As soon as you sank all the way down—settling into the big stretch, rocking gently in his lap with soft sweet mewls spilling from your parted lips—you went quiet. Your body relaxed, the tension bleeding out of your shoulders, your fussiness melting away until you were calm. Finally, finally not fussy—just like he knew you would be once he gave you what you really needed.
“You’re fucking unbelievable,” he grunted, His fingers dug harder into your hips, thick hands clamping down until you could feel the sting of his grip, holding you in place like he was never going to let you go. “Been fucking stressing me out and worrying me all day just for this? Just for a little cock?”
You moaned, lips parted and eyes glazed, a dazed look overtaking your face. “Didn’t mean to…” You slurred, the words tumbling out in a breathless whimper.
“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, hailing your body back down onto him. His hands held you steady and did most of the work, forcing you into a lazy bouncing rhythm in his lap, every rise making your walls cling desperately to the tip that stayed hooked inside your hole, and every drop stuffing you full again until you whimpered at the pressure.
The fat head of his cock ground against every tender spot inside, stretching you wider with each slow plunge, the girthy base bullying into your cunt until you could feel it all the way up in your belly. Each bounce dragged a needy squeeze out of you, your little hole fluttering and milking around him, the loud filthy slap of your body against his thighs filling the air.
His chest rumbled with a groan as he watched you take it, watched you calm down on his cock like he knew you would. “Go on, milk it, princess. Been storing up a big load just f’you today,” he rasped, smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. “Soak daddy’s cock since it’s the only thing that makes you feel better”.
He sat up properly on the bed, taking full control and fucking up into you instead of lifting and bouncing you on him. You clung tighter, burying yourself in the warmth of his embrace as your fingers claw at the raw muscles in his back. His voice softened against your ear even as he filled you.
“There she is… my sweet girl’s back, huh?”
You nodded, sobbing into his shoulders as your pussy spasms around his cock, clenching around him repeatedly as you get close. “Mhm…”
“All you needed was a fat fucking cock to sit on,” he whispered in your ear with a raspy chuckle, kissing your shoulder, then your neck, then your jaw before licking across your lips and the tears streaming down your cheek.
“‘M sorry I was so mean today…”
“It’s alright,” he sighed, wrapping his arms around you tighter to squish your tits against his broad chest as you started to tremble from how deep he was.
“You’re not mad?”
“Course not, baby,” he said softly, even as he fucked you harder. “You’re just a dumb little thing who needs her daddy’s cock or she goes insane”.
