gojo coming home from work to his pretty housewife, you— he‘s had a long day and he’s so exhausted, he missed you, he‘s been thinking about you all day. you‘d be in the kitchen before walking to greet him towards the door with a soft smile.
“hi satoru baby, how was wor—”
but he immediately cuts you off, tossing his bag against the floor, bringing you into a deep and needy kiss. you were taken aback— yet returner the kiss, only before gojo lifts you up, making his way towards the bedroom.
you gasped, your legs locking around his waist as he walked— not breaking his lips from yours, he tastes so sweet, you could almost make out a taste of some sweetened drink,
you moaned once his hands trailed towards your ass, giving it a good squeeze, just loving how you were in nothing but a cute nightgown.
no panties underneath either, just how he liked.
“. . . s—satoru,” you gasped, nails digging into his back, as of now he‘s currently in mating press— fucking you deep and deep, his thick cock pounding into you aa your legs just raised up as his weight bounces against you. the bed shakes and shakes and you whimper— feeling him balls deep. “f—fuckfuckfuck.”
“baby— cumming— again,” he huffs out in short hitched breaths, before you feel his hips stutter, gojo pours another thick load into your tight squeezing cunt, gripping all around him so tight,
he moans, his eyebrows furrowing and parting together before he leans in, muffling his moans while softly biting against your neck in attempts to suppress his near whiney moans. “. . . uh—” he grunts, pumping you full of his stringy ropes of seed.
“m' so full, satoru,” you whimpered, wrapping your arms around his neck. gojo smells so good, he‘s just inches deep— feeling his own cum start to trickle and ooze all out,
each time he releases a load, it‘s a lot, it’s so much to where it starts to run down your thighs— yet gojo frowns, making an attempt to fuck his hot sticky seed back into your pussy, the needy pout on his face never leaving. “y—you‘re stuffing m-my pussy, satoru,”
he whines, leaning in to kiss you again— his hips slowed once he came but he started back up again,
barely giving you a moment to prepare yourself before he’s ramming his cock deep between your folds, mouth the opening and a bit of drool leaving the sides of your mouth from the lewd way your tongue was just lolled out.
“i know— but baby, i have to,” he mutters in a shaky voice, despite his pitch being a bit deepened.
his hips just smacked against you, over and over, each load you take was like it was heftier than the last.
“couldn‘t help myself when i came home to you in this pretty nightgown— ass all out just for me,” he huffs, fucking you so deep into the bed that you had to grip onto his arms. “had to fuck you as soon as i came back home— missed my favorite pussy s‘baddddd.”
gojo goes on for hours, and hours, and hours.
just stuffing, pumping you full of his cum, over and over again— it makes his mouth water, salivate—
he just loves the way when he‘s about to give you another load, his hips always pause, and he gets quiet, putting a hand over your mouth while staring at you with a hungry gaze.
“mhm— listen to it, baby,”
he says in a quiet voice, not thrusting anymore yet he‘s filling you full again, balls buried deep to the hilt—
and you grow quiet, your moans stop before you listen to it, hearing gojo‘s cum spurt inside your cunt, it’s so much, the way your pussy squelched as it takes him with open arms— or in this case, open folds.
“you look so cute with your tummy all plump and full for me, a-angel,” he rasps, removing his hand before peppering your face with kisses. “can‘t get enough of bein' inside you— so good. pussy jus’ holdin' me h-hostage . . ”
moan after moan— load after load, you’re so full, you can’t even grasp how much he‘s given you of his seed, by this point you’ve lost count.
so many positions, your pussy was just being flooded by gojo‘s thick cum— just stuffing and stuffing you, you’re so dizzy,
just sprawled out on the bed all pretty, his fat tip kissing and kissing, french kissing even against your g-spot, lip locked it seemed and you whimpered—
his back covered with so many scratch marks by you— it‘s pretty in a way.
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