You were probably his first real listener. First fan, even.
His account had no followers. No clout. No tags. He wasn’t even looking for one. He just posted banger songs—heavy and haunting.
You were high out of your mind one night, scrolling through underground tracks, trying to find something that hadn’t been overplayed into dust.
Then you hit the bottom.
Clicked on his album.
And it changed everything. The voice was deep, like smoke and rage.
The beat was grimy and sharp. It wasn’t just rap. Or rock. Or alt.
It was all of it. And none of it. It sounded like a demon crying through broken speakers.
You thought for sure he’d be famous. But he wasn’t. So you DMed him. Didn’t even think he’d see it.But that same night, he replied. You talked for hours. He asked for your number. You FaceTimed until the sky turned grey.
The next day, he invited you to his spot.
To listen. To smoke. To just... be.
Honestly it could have ended badly and it would have been the worst decision you ever made. But the vibe—the intensity—
You didn’t have to speak. Just your eyes did all the talking.
It wasn’t lust. Not really. It was that aching, desperate something that clutches your ribs and won’t let go. You didn’t know if he felt the same, so you played it casual.
Casual as in…
Basically living together.
Unspoken everything.
No sex. No labels. Just you and him.
He’d send you unreleased tracks. Half-finished verses. You started running his page, organizing stuff, posting updates. You weren’t official. But you kind of became his manager.
His shadow. His safe place.
His favorite ear.
He never said thank you. Not in words, anyway. But every song had pieces of you in it. A line that sounded like something you once whispered. A beat that matched the rhythm of your laugh. A song titled with your birthday, but flipped backward so no one else would know.
And then it happened.
One day, everything changed.
Some random TikTok kid found one of the old tracks and used it for an edit. A week later—millions. Plays, likes, followers.
He hated it.
You watched him pace around the apartment, wild-eyed, muttering,
“They don’t even get it.”
“They’re just biting now.”
“Where were they before?”
But you were still there. Sitting on his kitchen counter. Hoodie that wasn’t yours. Eyes tired but soft.
You handled it. Emails. DMs. Interview requests. Labels circling like vultures. You told him which ones to ignore. Which ones to play with.
He let you do it. Trusted you. Only you.
He didn’t post selfies. Didn’t talk in interviews. He just kept making music. And every time, you were the first to hear it. Headphones passed between you. Knees touching. Eyes closed.
One night, he paused a track halfway through. You looked up at him.
He didn’t say anything for a while.
Then “You think I’d be doing any of this if it weren’t for you?”
You didn’t know what to say. So you didn’t. You just reached for the play button.But he stopped you. Caught your hand in his. Held it for a second too long. Then another.
Your chest felt like it would crack open.
Still, nothing happened.
Still, it was... casual.
A year into the fame, you were all the way in. No more crashing at his place—you lived there. The two of you had upgraded to a bigger apartment, one that felt more like a bunker than a home.
Dark walls. Concrete floors. Unfinished ceiling that looked like it belonged in a warehouse.
But it was warm. It smelled like weed and sage and your shampoo.
Music always humming from a speaker somewhere. Sometimes his guitar was just lying on the couch. Sometimes your books were.
You shared space like you shared silence—easily.
You were still juggling school, barely hanging on some days,
but you made time to manage his account, answer emails, line up deals. He made music and money. A lot of both. Labels wanted him. Brands begged. Venues called. You handled most of it.
He hated everyone except you.
And the relationship is still undefined. Still everything.
He’d hold your hand in public. Pull you close when crossing the street. His arm would always be around your shoulders like it belonged there. To anyone watching, you were together.
Like… together together. And maybe you were, just not officially.
No titles. No pressure.
He kept his mystery locked up tight. Still no face. No selfies. No stories. That was about to change though. His first concert was coming, a real one. Not an underground event or livestream, but a sold-out, packed venue with screaming fans.
You asked him, quietly one night, “Are you nervous?”
He just looked at you, exhaled smoke, and said, “Not about them. Just about you seeing me like that.”
You didn’t ask what he meant. Didn’t need to. Just reached over, took his hand, and held it like you always did—like it was normal.
Like he was yours.
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The city was buzzing like a live wire. You could feel it in your teeth.
The venue was packed, lines curling around the block. People had signs. Painted their faces. Screamed lyrics. It was insane.
You watched from backstage, heart beating a little too fast,
wearing his leather jacket and tight short black dress.
He was pacing a little, fingers twitching, jaw tight. But he looked good. Too good. Tall, jacked, inked up— black tank clinging to him, tattoos peeking from his neck to his fingers. Hair messy like always, like he rolled out of bed and still looked like a god.
No mask tonight. No hood.
This time, they’d see him.
You caught his eye just before he walked out. Just looked at you like you were the only thing grounding him. You nodded once. That was enough.
Then he stepped out.
And the place. Exploded.
Screams.
Like actual shrieking.
Phones shot up so fast the light almost blinded you.
Someone in the front fainted.
A girl sobbed.
The crowd was feral.
He didn’t flinch.
Just walked to the mic like he owned the world.
When he finally spoke—
“Yeah. It’s me.”
—people LOST it.
A whole different war broke out online .
“WHY IS HE HOT??”
“I THOUGHT HE WAS UGLY???”
“HE LOOKS LIKE HE KILLS PEOPLE AND WRITES POETRY ABOUT IT.”
“Someone said he was faceless—why is he the face of my future now???”
His name trended within an hour. Clips went viral before the second song ended. People were pausing videos just to zoom in on his hands, his tattoos, his jawline. New fan accounts popped up in real-time.
But he only looked at you.
Once.
Halfway through the set, spotlight behind him, crowd screaming his name, he glanced toward the side of the stage. Found you. Smirked like the devil. Then tore into the next song like his soul was catching fire.
When it was over, and the venue started to empty out, he came offstage drenched in sweat, hair sticking to his forehead, chest rising and falling. Still high off the energy, off the chaos. You handed him water. He took it, but didn’t drink. Just stared at you.
“They love me now,” he muttered.
Then, quieter, “But I still only care what you think.”
Your throat closed up.
You didn’t answer, didn’t need to.
He tossed the bottle. Stepped closer. Close enough to feel the heat rolling off him. His hand found your face like he’d been meaning to do it for years. Fingers on your cheek, thumb brushing your lip. His forehead rested against yours, and he whispered, “Say something. Anything.”
You looked up at him, breath caught.
“You’re mine,” you said.
And this time, he kissed you.
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The concert was over, but the night wasn’t.
You two didn’t even go back home. He tugged you into the car, adrenaline still buzzing in his veins, saying nothing but “Let’s go out.” You didn’t ask where.
The club was already dark and pulsing by the time you got there. Lights flickering red, music loud enough to feel in your ribs. People turned when you walked in, like they knew. He hadn’t even been unmasked for four hours, but already, the city recognized him.
He didn’t care. Just grab your hand and pull you to the middle of the floor. Bodies everywhere, sweat, bass, smoke. And still, it felt like it was just you two.
He was behind you, hands on your waist. Not even grinding, not all sexual—just close. Like he wanted to keep you tethered to the ground. His face buried in your neck every now and then, lips ghosting skin. You leaned into it. Eyes closed. Smiling.
Someone recorded it.
Of course they did.
Posted it within minutes.
On Twitter (or X whatever that cursed app is):
@.cryboutitgrl:
this man just revealed his face and already pulled up to the club with the baddest girl i’ve ever seen????
@.undergroundangel666:
bro was faceless yesterday now he’s 6'4 tatted and got a mysterious girlfriend. i’m sick. 😭
@.smokysylvia:
wait wait wait. is she the one from the side stage?? the one he kept looking at????
@.hotguyshateus:
yeah i zoomed in. it’s her. same leather jacket. same girl. he’s in love i’m sorry.
@.helooksinlove:
she whispered something to him before the encore and he kissed her after the show. we lost. I fear the album’s gonna be sad and horny now 😩
The internet was spiraling. Fan edits were already in motion.
Clips of him touching your face, that blurry club video, someone even managed to catch a shot of the two of you leaving the venue—
his arm around your shoulders, your head tucked into his chest.
You checked his account the next morning. A million new followers. Inbox was flooded. Everyone wanted to know: Who was she? Who was the girl?
And all he did was post a blurry photo of the two of you sitting on the floor that night, you leaning against him, laughing into your cup,
and him looking at you like you were the only thing he’d ever believe in.
Caption: “She been here since zero followers. Don’t ask again.”
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bonus::: the first text and meet up...
It was around 2:37 AM when you messaged him.
“idk why no one knows abt you yet. this is actually insane.”
You didn’t expect a reply. Didn’t even think he’d see it.
But twenty minutes later—
“yo.”
One dot. No emojis.
You blinked at the screen.
“that was you?”
“the message?”
“yeah. thanks.”
Simple. Dry. But then he asked:
“wanna hear some unreleased?”
Your breath caught.
“yeah.”
He sent a file. No title. Just noise at first. Then the beat dropped— low, almost crawling. His voice— raspy, like smoke and teeth. You could barely breathe.
Before you could even process, your phone lit up again.
“what’s your number”
Not a question. Not begging.
You gave it.
Thirty seconds later: FaceTime.
Your heart slammed. You almost didn’t pick up. But your thumb moved on its own.
Click.
It was dark.
No light but the red glow of a monitor on his side. Backlit tattoos.
Shadows across his jawline. Hair messy. Shirtless. Sitting back in a desk chair like he owned time.
You didn’t speak.
He didn’t either.
He looked at you. Eyes flickering across your face through the screen like he was studying something rare.
A small smirk tugged at his lips.
“damn.”
One word. But it cracked something open.
You laughed, too soft. Told him he looked like a villain.
“good.”
Then:
“you real?”
You didn’t answer. Just tilted your head. Let him stare.
And then, just like that— you both started talking. Not loud. Not excited. Just low. Whispers like secrets in a church.
He showed you the corner of his room. Posters. Wires. A mic stand leaning. Unfinished lyrics on the wall in sharpie.
“i stay up all night,” he said.
“no one to talk to.”
“you do now,” you whispered.
His lips twitched. He leaned forward like he was trying to see more of you through the screen.
“can i call you again?”
You bit your lip.
“i’m not hanging up.”
And you didn’t. Not until the sun started bleeding through your windows. Not until your eyelids got too heavy. He didn’t say goodbye. Just watched you drift off to sleep. And whispered, so quiet you almost didn’t catch it:
“don’t leave.”
You woke up with your phone in your hand, battery barely alive.
Your screen still had his name on it. Still connected. He never hung up.
You sat up slow, blinking through sleep. Heart pounding when you remember everything. The music. The call. His voice. The way he watched you fall asleep like he meant to remember it forever.
And then—your phone buzzed.
him:
“u still down to pull up?”
No address.
No time.
Just that.
And still…
you replied:
“drop the pin.”
You didn’t tell anyone. Didn’t even think it through. He could’ve been a killer. Could’ve chopped you up, turned you into a beat.
But your chest was quiet.
Calm.
It was cold when you stepped out. Your hoodie swallowed your frame.
Headphones in, but no music playing— just replaying his voice in your head like a loop. When you reached his spot, it looked like nothing. Gray building. No buzzers. Just a metal door and the pin.
You texted him once.
No reply.
Then the door creaked open. And there he was. Tall. Sleeves rolled up. Tattoos crawling up his arms. Hood half on. Eyes heavy like he hadn’t slept.
He looked at you for two full seconds before stepping back.
“come in.”
You did.
It was dark. Not scary dark—just dim. Curtains closed. Cigarette smoke faint in the air. There was a speaker set up on the floor and wires running like veins all over the place. A mic stand crooked in the corner. A mattress on the ground, black sheets. And his scent—something between weed, laundry, and the ghost of cologne.
You stood there like you were in a museum.
He didn’t touch you. Just nodded toward the couch.
“u want tea? or... water? i got like 4 capri suns too.”
You laughed. He smiled for real that time.
You stayed for hours.
Then one day.
Then two.
The playlist never stopped. He let you read his notebooks. You found one where your name was scribbled on the top corner of a page.
He didn’t explain.
At night, he didn’t try anything. Just let you lay next to him, in his clothes, backs turned but feet tangled.
You remember the first time he turned to you in the dark and whispered: “i don’t like being alone anymore.”
summary: “Look at you, you’re a fucking mess,” he taunted, laughing to himself. “I want you to remember who has you stupid on his cock like this whenever you go thinking about fucking some other guy.”
a/n: i posted this on ao3 a little while ago and it’s doing very well. i’m shocked ???!? i hope you guys like it as well. comments are always appreciated <3
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“Smash or pass?”
Shachi had laid out the most recent bounty posters across the metal lunch table in the kitchen of the Polar Tang and the Heart Pirates crowded over them excitedly. He pulled up the poster of some gorgeous red-headed pirate you’d never heard of and held it up to Penguin across the table.
“Smash, for sure,” he responded without missing a beat.
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𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎
Gojo knows he’s big. He knows he has a big cock and he loves to brag about it and tease you.
“Uhu I’m too big” he asks amused as he pushes his long veiny cock inside your tight cunt, a smirk on his face when you groan and drive your nails into his broad shoulders.
“Toru, too much” you stutter when his cock is only half buried inside — but Gojo is mesmerized, eyes fixed on your folds squeezing his shaft, your cream making a ring around it and you stretching under his thrusts.
Your legs tremble on his shoulders as Satoru keeps thrusting inch by inch into you, his girth spreading you and your back arching when he’s finally fully inside.
His thumb working its magic on your nub making you cream and squirt around him, your toes curving as lewd obscenities come out of your puffy lips, “Toru so fucking good.” — “Good girl” he praises bending down to sink his teeth into your neck as your walls tighten on his throbbing cock continuing to milk him until even Satoru has to stop and pour himself into you, gripping your thighs and pushing his tongue into your mouth to muffle his moans.
characters: aged up!(yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, toge inumaki, noritoshi kamo), saturo gojo, nanami kento, pairing: afab!reader, genre: smut, male receiving, cunnilingus, blowjobs, mutual masturbation, deep throating, rough sex, themes of dumbification wc: 1.1k, warnings: 18+ content, read at your own discretion, minors do not interact.
headcanons under "read more/keep reading"
yuji itadori
either he's extremely engrossed in the movie or he's completely distracted from it.
regardless, the most random things turn him on.
all it takes is for you to lean against his chest and cage yourself between his arms.
the gesture was supposed to be cute and endearing, but your proximity drives him crazy.
he just becomes consumed with desire and must do something about it.
his hand, previously which had been resting on your waist, all of a sudden slipped under your shirt. the pad of thumb went up and down, gently rubbing your skin, nothing out of the ordinary. yuji's eyes were fixed on the screen, but his mind was elsewhere. a few brief moments later, his hand lowered itself into your pants, fingers landing straight on your clit. he didn't hesitate, brazenly rubbing slow circles into the bundle of nerves. with his other hand, he spread your legs wider, allowing for more space to press his fingers harder into your clit, thus enhancing the pleasure he was making you feel. he smiled as you began rolling your hips against his fingers, knowing perfectly well that the movie was about to be long forgotten.
megumi fushiguro
megumi is just naive and oblivious.
everyone knows that when someone invites you to watch a movie in their room, it's basically code for sex.
so when he feels your hand on his thigh, rubbing his toned muscles so tenaciously, he feels like he's completely missed a crucial detail (cause lady and the tramp ain't no steamy film).
there's no way he's initiating this.
your lips crash into megumi's, drawing a noise of surprise from him. he isn't sure what has you so riled up, but he's definitely not complaining. he lets you guide the kiss, lips following yours to the best of his ability. it's hard keeping up when he has no clue what your motive is. one by one your clothes start flying off your bodies and onto the floor. megumi's just going with the flow. soon enough, after pumping his cock for a good five minutes, you're sinking down on it, warm walls engulfing him tightly. his hands grip your waist as you begin bouncing on his cock, the movie mere background noise to your loud moans.
toge inumaki
he's following the movie attentively.
until a sex scene shows up and suddenly everything except the screen seems incredibly enticing.
he doesn't usually get so conscious about steamy scenes, but this one's a bit much.
and when he looks over at you and notices you watching the two actors with much interest, a knowing grin playing at your lips, he goes absolutely bonkers (internally).
"that sure looks like fun, doesn't it?" you ask toge, amused by how red he's gotten. he nods meekly, extremely embarrassed by his own reaction. you lean closer to him, bringing your lips right next to his ear. "i think we should try it out. you know, i'm really tempted right now." your words send a chill down his spine. he can't help but feel all warm and fuzzy inside. one second his lips are cautiously on yours, the next, he's laying on his back with his face between your legs, tongue pumping in and out of your drenched pussy. then there's you, bent forward over his body, mouth sucking his cock earnestly, and if there's one thing he knows for sure, it's that the scene did end up being as fun as it looked.
noritoshi kamo
he's probably fallen asleep.
you would have no way of knowing cause this is gojo without the blindfold.
the steady rise and fall of his chest behind you, his limp arms circled around your waist, something doesn't feel right.
so you decide to be cheeky and rub up on him, literally.
spoiler alert: he totally was asleep, and now he's just horny.
the instant he became aware of your ministrations, his hands shot to hold your hips steady. "what are you doing?" he groaned, voice deep and raspy, effectively making your insides melt. even though he had stopped you, you could feel the tent in his pants pressing up against the curve of your ass. "let me help you out with that," you suggested, reaching behind your back to slip your hand in his pants. as you stroked and tugged on his cock, his own hand entered your pants, two digits scissoring in and out of you. you moaned and cursed in unison, letting the light from the tv illuminate your heaving figures. by the time the ending credits rolled around, his cock was slamming in and out of your slick walls and he had no intention of stopping anytime soon.
saturo gojo
he was never intending on keeping things innocent.
gojo is an absolute whore.
the complete opposite of megumi.
he knows what's about to go down before it even goes down.
but, everything he does to you is ten times more enjoyable than the movie so you can rest assured.
star wars was always better when you were on your hands and knees, bent over with your ass sticking up in the air, and gojo's cock pounding into you from behind. he was clutching on to your shirt like a pair of reins as he hammered his cock into your walls, the sheer force of his thrusts making your thighs sting every time his slapped against yours. your moans were loud and disoriented, mind completely shattered because of the intense pleasure he was making you feel. "we haven't even reached the half way mark and i've already fucked you stupid," he mocked smugly, giving himself a pat on the back.
nanami kento
mans is heavily invested in the helvetica documentary he's turned on.
but that's not the only thing he's gonna be turning on tonight.
not to say there's never not a moment where he doesn't have his jaws clenched in concentration, but he would have his jaws clenched in concentration, sitting there leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees, looking like a whole dilf daddy.
he's just hot and you can't resist him.
"come on now, i said no interruptions." nanami seemed completely unfazed by the fact that he was making you choke on his cock while watching his documentary. there was drool leaking down the sides of your mouth, tears threatening to spill from your eyes due to the lack of air, and throat lax to accommodate his cock. he released you, allowing you to spring back up and suck in a deep breath of air. "that's what you get for disturbing me," he reprimanded, stuffing his cock back into your mouth so he could resume the punishment.
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𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢; the way you never stop making him smile even while he’s balls deep inside you, pounding mindlessly into your weeping cunt. “baby” itadori smiles, towering over you as he rests his palms under your ass, bending down to rub his nose against yours, “spread wider for me angel, you gotta take all of me, yeah?” itadori always tries to make fucking you serious but everytime he buckles to the way you giggle about his soft lips tickling against your skin, short breaths of curses left unheard as he watches your body cave from his excessive pounding and when his eyes finally lock on with your own, searching for something—it’s always reflecting back how hard he’s fallen for you.
𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢; loves the way his hand wraps around your throat perfectly, feeling you gulp under him has megumi go numb. it’s something about how he controls your breathing with just one part of his body, you succumb to him so easily and it fills megumi’s chest with a possessive demeanor so much—you’re his, and you’ll always be his. “just like that pretty, keeping fucking this cock—all fuckin’ yours” megumi groans, tightening his grip on your throat while he moves you down harder on his length, and whenever he needs to taste you on his lips megumi pulls you down to his level, mouths colliding while his tongue reaches the back of your throat. and megumi loves how much your pussy clenches down on his cock while he mimics the sheer tightness around your throat.
𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢; watches his sensitive cock throb in your hands while you pump him, the soft whispers of your lingering moans trace his ear. inumaki slowly gazes up at you, holding his trembling lip between his teeth, “why are you so perfect, toge?” you mumble against the shell of his ear while your face dips into the crevice of his neck, placing wet open mouth kisses on the skin. inumaki groans deep, bucking his hips into your grasps, he can already feel how close he is, whining when you move from his neck admiring the colorful marks on his skin to tasting his pretty moans. inumaki wishes he could tell you everything, how much he loves that you make him feel so alive, how you get him to cum in seconds and maybe he can’t speak but as inumaki whimpers and begs, splattering his cum on your hands before he’s clawing at you to ride his pretty cock—that’s all you need to hear.
𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚; the sounds of your body melting under his touch, legs dangling by his face while yuta bends down further trapping you beneath him, your moans reaching his ears as yuta splits you open, “so pretty taking my cock” he whispers out, arms buckling above you when yuta presses a kiss on your forehead. his eyes are lazy lidded, pumping his cock deeper in your pussy and yuta can’t help groaning at the noises escaping from your lips, tears forming around your eyes—and that’s when yuta finds you the most beautiful, how fucking gorgeous you look begging for his cum to fill you up, and when your walls clamp down on his length, gushing and creaming his cock that’s when yuta knows he can’t live without you—or this, absolutely shackled to your pussy.
𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨; he’s got a tough act to follow when you’re on all fours, skin rippling as he snaps his hips into you, face hitting the sheets below you while gojo grips the fat of your ass, “s-shit princess, you always this fucking tight?” gojo gurgles back a moan, almost a high pitched whimper settling in his chest when you crane your head back to look at him, bringing a hand to card through his white strands, tranquil blue eyes flickering a flame, gojo smirks giving an experimental thrust hard in you. but gojo thinks he has so much control fucking you past that white ring wrapped around his cock, juices spilling on the sheets, he probably won’t cum anytime soon—he’s got restraint afterall wanting to make you squirt and gush on his length till he’s satisfied. “b-baby stop clenching” gojo throws his head back, reeling his hips before he’s slamming right back into you, croaking when suddenly his cock twitches with enough cum painting your walls you can almost taste it in your throat. who’s in control now? not gojo, he’s too busy begging for you to fuck him again and again.
𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨; enthralled by the fact that you can’t keep quiet even when he has a hand over your mouth, teasingly grinding his crotch against his clothed pussy. his lap is already soaked with your juices and those whimpers keep slipping from his fingers, “shh pretty, can’t have everyone knowing how much you want this cock.” but deep down it makes him so fucking hard, watching your eyes grow wider the louder the background noises become, he barely touches your puffy clit through the thin material and you’re squirming under his hold. geto could probably make you cum this way and he should but this is far much better. he doesn’t have to do much before you’re begging for more of his touch, it’s not enough for you but him—it’s perfect, leaning down to whisper how fucking needy you are for his cock but he doesn’t think you deserve it. he presses down your clit till your thighs clamp down around his hand, smirking when a bundle of noises vibrate against his hand, “now you’re ready love, but gotta keep quiet while i fuck this pussy, yeah?”
𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨; could never comprehend how he got so fucking lucky, sitting back comfortably while you ride him—tits bouncing in his face, fingers tugging lightly against his scalp—choso senses are hitting a overload, he doesn’t know where to start but maybe, you could show him. gently grabbing choso’s hands you place them on your tits, he swallows a thick lump massaging the mounds while you begin to sway your hips, his brows furrowed from your juices beginning to slather his thighs, heart practically jumping from his chest at the pretty moans you keep bubbling from your lips and when you say his name? choso is nothing but a withering mess, shoving his face into your chest as his cheeks sting red. “don’t stop angel, k-keep moaning my name” choso utters, he’ll probably cum soon by the way your pussy milks him dry, but you’ll take more, right? gotta teach choso somehow.
𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢; doesn’t necessarily get jealous often but when he does it’s written all over his face—but he relishes the way you take him when it does happen. toji is more handsy, rough—and has to get his point across that you’re his and how much it pisses him off that people think you can easily be taken away from him. and that’s why he gathers your arms above your head, pinning them to the mattress, his cock throbs so much harder nestled inside your pussy when the your heels dig into his back. “pussy belongs to me” toji groans, snapping his hips against your body, back arching when the tip of his cock bumps against that spongy spot, “isn’t that right pretty girl?” but it’s a rhetorical question—and with a brain fused with nothing but his fat cock drilling inside you, your mind is left but mush. toji leans down to press his chest against your own, slowly pumping his cock now while he admires your fucked out expression, “i always treat my girl right too” toji dumps his warm seed right after his sultry words—he really does treat you good, load after load of his cum.
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#𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈
Your legs dangle over his shoulders as he keeps you caged underneath him, “how does my baby feel mh?” he coos tightening the fingers of his calloused hands on your hips to hold you still.
He angles deeper when you try to stutter, moaning in response, “my pretty girl is so tight for her daddy huh” he hums pushing his hips against yours, pushing with precision against your spongy spot.
Your eyes roll back, and you cling to his strong arms as you arch your back, “Daddy I’m gonna cum” you stammer, your velvety walls fluttering around Toji’s thick girth as he runs a hand between your bodies and rubs circles on your swollen clit.
You feel so good, so full and your mind goes fuzzy when that gentle touch triggers your orgasm, “daddy daddy fuck … I.. cumming” you moan gushing around his thick shaft.
Toji pushes deeper fucking your orgasm out of you, “fuck yeah come for daddy angel…” he murmurs curling his lips over your throat and sucking on your tender flesh.
“You’ve done so well that Daddy’s going to cum for you,” he coo’s against your neck as his hips sway back and forth, his heavy load spilling into your slit as you ride your highs, “such a good girl for Daddy”.
Summary: Gojo has never experienced jealousy. But after overhearing you talking to Utahime about your ex (who is also her current boyfriend), he can’t fight off the shaky, unfamiliar feeling in his chest. You have to reassure him that he's only yours in the bedroom.
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Content/Warnings: NSFW 18+, jealous and needy Gojo, pet-names (m!recieving and f!recieving), vaginal fingering, Gojo has a praise kink, and discovers that he loves to be called pretty boy, insecure Gojo, emotional hurt/comfort, a little angsty at first, oral (m!recieving), soft sex, unprotected sex, cream pie. At first, Satoru takes initiative, then you take over. Primarily dom!reader and sub!gojo. (soft/service!dom gojo too?? I think???)
Note: We’ve reached 500 followers! Woo! As a little treat to celebrate, I wrote my first ever smut piece. And uhhhh… I’ve never done this before so I apologize if it comes out a little wonky. If you haven’t read it already, this piece is NSFW so MDI.
P.S: Feedback is appreciated!
P.P.S: sub/soft!gojo rights.
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Gojo Satoru never considered himself to be a jealous man.
And personally, when he does get jealous, I do think he would get A LITTLE possessive. But contrary to what everyone else headcanons him to be, he wouldn’t be rough.
As Gege Akutami stated himself, Gojo is perfect in every way aside from his overly childish personality. Looks, wits, having complete mastery of his overall skill, Satoru really does have it all.
So aside from jealousy, he’s also never felt an ounce of insecurity in his life.
Plus, why would he? Growing up, he was brought up as the ‘perfect child’ in his clan, being the ignition to his ego. And currently, your devotion to him is higher than any other person he had previously come across with. And even though you don’t try, your physical expression towards him has fueled his ego in an unnecessarily large amount over your dating period.
You’re not a person of words, but merely a woman of touch. You talk a lot, but you’re not very poetic, so verbally complimenting Gojo is almost non-existent. But he doesn’t mind, since the number of compliments he has received from multiple people about his physical looks is 10x more than how much an average person receives in their lifespan. Though, it’s not a lie if he wants to hear how his eyes are like the sky or how his hair is like snow from you. Typical and repetitive, but it’s refreshing if those words trickle from your tongue instead from people he doesn’t care about.
But they never did, and he accepts that. He’s aware that you’re not the complimenting type, but the way your hand caresses his hair in the winter snow, fingertips lightly kissing his bare chest almost every night, and how you gaze into his eyes as if you were cloud-gazing is enough to make him feel like he’s the most gorgeous man alive. So it’s normal for him to never feel envy, insecurity, or any other negative, self-indulgent emotion. This relationship alone already sets him above cloud nine.
So, what happens if Gojo were to come face-to-face with those unfamiliar feelings for the first time?
—--
Utahime was extremely nervous when she introduced her partner to you and Satoru, especially you.
And it was definitely awkward to reunite with your former ex with your current boyfriend by your side… But it was Utahime’s fault, for she was rambling (and indirectly apologizing) about how painfully weird this must be to the both of you. And while Satoru joyfully soaked in her rare emotion of being flustered, you happily greeted your ex, and both exclaimed that this interaction isn’t weird or awkward at all.
Yes, Utahime’s boyfriend was your first love, but it ended smoothly and with no hard feelings. Your time apart is 5 times longer than your time together. In fact, this feels like a reunion between old friends rather than former, romantic companionship. That being said, Satoru feels at ease since you’re so relaxed and the man opposite to him (who goes by the name Rai) is non-threatening at all.
Therefore, lunch went smoothly, where everyone caught up with each other. You and Rai discussed any milestone events between the gap of seeing one another last and now, while Utahime irritatingly throws insults towards Gojo’s gleeful taunts.
After stopping at an ice cream parlor for dessert on the go, you and Utahime decide to sit outside on a bench to talk about “girl stuff” while the boyfriends entertain themselves.
“I have to take this call,” Rai waves his phone and Satoru dismisses him by flashing a toothless grin. And once the man leaves, the 28-year-old sorcerer ponders where you and his former classmate trailed off too. Sensing your cursed energy, he makes his way to the bench where you and Utahime are chatting.
“There’s no way he did that!” Utahime playfully slapped your shoulder while you hid your face from laughing too hard.
Amused, your boyfriend keeps himself at a distance, admiring how delighted you are, while also basking in how your skin glistens against the sun. But he remains close enough to eavesdrop.
“He did, he did!” Your finger swiped a tear off the bottom of your eye. “For 2 months after our first anniversary, he told the same restaurant that it was our anniversary for free dessert whenever we visited. And they believed it until all the waiters served us.”
Perplexed, Satoru raised an eyebrow, unfamiliar with your storyline. No? On your first anniversary, he took you to the Bahamas and 100% did not do that… Though it’s financially unnecessary, he thought it was a genius plan.
“It is something Rai would do,” Utahime sighed, calming down from her fit of laughter. “I’m 31, but he still sometimes tells the servers that I’m 25 whenever he wants to get under my skin.”
“Oh geez… A literal trickster at best.”
Satoru frowned upon discovering that you were talking about your past experience with Rai and how open you are about it. Well- it’s not that he minds. He shouldn’t mind, actually.
You probably talk about your experiences with Satoru to your friends all the time! Eagerly, he waits for your turn to share a goofy story about a time with your very dearest. But, that conversation never came to be.
Utahime shifts her seat and stands straight with relaxed shoulders. “In all honesty, I’m glad that we are able to talk about this. I was so nervous about how awkward it might be for you since Rai was you know…”
Her voice trailed off to some sort of unsettlement and you took that as an opportunity to smile genuinely at the nervous teacher.
“Ahh don’t be!” You gave reassurance by tapping the side of her thigh. “Rai is a great man! He and I ended on very good terms. I was actually very happy to see him today. Looks much different than the last time I saw him.”
“Really?” Utahime’s eyes ogled. “What did he look like when he was younger?”
Meanwhile, Satoru pressed his back against the wall with crossed arms. Removing his glasses, he barely needed to glance over the concrete corner to see you pulling old pictures of a group. And there you were in the middle while your finger led his attention to a figure of a man all the way to the left. Right from the get-go, Satoru knew that this picture was from you in high school, meaning that it was before you and Rai started dating. That was the only fact you told him.
The 31-year-old squinted her eyes and used her fingers to zoom into the photo. “Huh, he does look a lot leaner, but with more of a babyface. You didn’t become his girlfriend until the beginning of college, correct?”
You nodded. “Yeah. This picture was actually taken the day we met.”
Satoru felt his lips unconsciously pouting at the statement. Do you have any sort of memorabilia of the time you met?
‘It’s a group photo. Don’t be weird about it,’ The sorcerer brushed those uncomfortable, unfamiliar thoughts away.
“You guys knew each other longer than I thought.” Utahime happened to express Satoru’s thoughts out loud.
“Actually, I knew about him first before he met me,” you recalled, which sparked your lover’s curiosity. He leaned closer, so his ears could capture everything you say. Not that it bothers him, of course.
Assuming that the woman you’re talking to had a nonverbal reaction, you laughed outwardly. “You were no longer in high school, but he was very popular in our class! Though… there weren’t that many people, to begin with. Anyways, he would always be chirpy and courteous to those around him. I wasn’t that outgoing so I just kinda admired him from the back of the class until it was our last semester of high school… You’re okay with me telling you this, right Hime?”
“Please, I’m not the envious type. I want to know who my partner was before I met him. But I think your boyfriend might get jealous.” Satoru could hear the hesitance that trailed off his former classmate’s tone. He almost wanted to jump in and laugh at how stupid that assumption was.
Satoru, jealous? It’s sinful to put those two terms in one sentence.
“Nah, he’s not like that.” You raised a hand, brushing it off. “Anyways, where do you want me to start?”
—--
Maybe Satoru did something bad and the Gods punished him for it. With Rai gone for 30 minutes, you told Utahime your old companionship with her current lover. How after months of friendship, you were the one who initiated it and how he was your first everything. Before having proper money, you and Rai would go on adventures as dates to compensate for simple meals. And to make matters worse, Utahime all soaked it up as if she was the spectator in this failed relationship.
Not an ounce of possessiveness or jealousy courses through her veins. Just utter curiosity and fascination.
Gojo told himself that he felt the same thing. However, it left a sour distaste on his tongue and a churned stomach upon hearing all of this. He had his fair share of experiences before his current one and you were being honest about yours. You liked your relationship and that’s that.
But why did he carry the feeling of wanting to whisk you away from ever getting near Rai? No, Gojo Satoru is never jealous. He’s being protective.
“What are your favorite features about him?!” Utahime asked, clamping her fingers together. You sat up straight, rubbing the back of your head with an unsure laugh.
“Uhhh are you sure you want me to answer that?” As much as you’re happy about your friend’s enthusiasm, you felt like you might be setting yourself up in a trap.
“Oh come on! My boyfriend’s really hot and kind, and I don’t have anyone to fan him over with! Please, I won’t get mad!” The semi-grade 1 sorceress grabs your hands, tightly squeezing them. You scanned her eyes, trying to see if there was any envy or malice behind her enthusiastic gaze. However, any implication did not arise and you concluded that your friend was just lovesick with no one to talk to about it.
But Satoru sure as hell didn’t want you to. Actually, he was absolutely sure that you didn’t want to answer either. He’s had enough of this and he senses that you are too. If anything, he can’t wait to accuse his senior of acting like a teenage girl for the next year and forever. Pushing himself off the wall, he began to showcase his loud, obnoxious appearance until he halted at the sound of your voice.
“Like physical? I’m not too sure, actually. I used to like how light his brown hair would get in the summer.” You opened your mouth to continue but closed it immediately.
Satoru tugged on the strands of his white hair, frowning at the color. You liked running your hands through it, but you’ve never commented on how nice it looked.
“Isn’t it gorgeous? Everything about him is perfect-” Utahime fawned. Her face beamed a bright red as she geeked over her man, clutching onto you in the process. Your stuntedness formed into a genuine smile, due to how happy you are for a lifelong friend. At last, she’s found happiness.
She continued. “His hair, his face, his eyes-”
It even shocked you that you managed to interrupt Utahime’s rare tandem. “-His eyes are very beautiful! It’s like looking into a green nebula. It’s what drew me into him the most and I think he was sick of me always saying that.”
“Sincerely out of this world. I can’t describe it in words, but every time I look into them, I feel like I’m in a hypnotic trance.”
“-Like you’re simply lost whenever he’s talking?”
“YES!”
“Yeah, I noticed you blanking out whenever he was talking to you.”
“Oh shut up, you most likely did the same thing when he was yours.” Utahime playfully nudged and you furrowed at her tease.
“Sure.”
Now, this is something that Gojo had to admit that it kinda hurt. His eyes were the staple of his well-being, the frontman of his physical confidence. Yes, you drew your thumbs underneath those rare pairs, but the fact that you never called them beautiful or verbally admired them once stung.
But when Rai was yours, you apparently complimented him like it was no problem.
'Beautiful and captivating, huh?' He whimpered softly as the uncomfortable feeling washed over him. He never heard you traject those words to him before.
“Um… Well, I’m sure that you know, but he was absolutely sweet and very courteous.” Your tone softened as you reminisced about the old times. “We didn’t have a lot back then, but he still managed to make every day feel like we could do anything even though we didn’t have everything… Oh God, that sounds weird. I didn’t mean it that way, I’m so sorry.”
You face-palmed yourself and something inside Satoru’s gut twisted. He would always shower you with gifts and other spoils, but mainly as reconciliation if his busy schedule stole him away from you. Before he knew it, his hand was placed over his heart, his stomach doing massive somersaults.
Do anything… Did Satoru fail to give you satisfaction when he could do everything?
But when Rai was yours, you felt like you could.
“I know what you mean!” Utahime playfully tugged on the strands of her hair. You swore you could see stars beaming from her brown orbs. “One time we forgot our wallets after eating at a karaoke bar, so he had to improvise his way of paying by having me sing for tips and we still had leftover money for more drinks!”
“Ugh, clever bastard… Where does he get a brain like that? That’s also one thing I admire about him.”
“Well in terms of strength, he’s only a grade 2, so he had to be more creative when it comes to fighting curses.”
‘I can get creative!’ He mentally argued, though he never really has to, since he can snap and the curse would perish.
“True… When we’d spar back then, Rai would still manage to beat my ass even though I’m ‘stronger’ than him,” you put the term in air quotes.
You and Utahime convene until the latter’s boyfriend returns from his phone call. He flashed Satoru a wide smile and through his dark sunglasses, your partner analyzed the ex’s eyes.
They are very green and arguably mesmerizing. But, Satoru believes his are prettier.
But, is that what you think?
With an uncomfortable heart, the men returned to their beloved partners. You squealed when Utahime received a loving kiss from Rai, while Satoru snaked his arm around your waist.
You could’ve noticed how secure his grip was if you weren’t so busy talking to Rai about your past as mission partners.
—--
A few days later, you’ve noticed Satoru being extra clingy… and nice?
The usually messy and disorganized sorcerer started to clean up after himself and always abide by what you wanted.
The man who had the palette of a child opted out for a savory breakfast rather than going to a sweets cafe because you wanted to. He’d be more affectionate in public, not letting you out of his reach. Oddly enough, he would settle the bridge of his sunglasses on a lower portion of his nose, so you have to see in his blue eyes when you’d talk in public.
It worried you for a moment since new habits have been created and broken out of the blue. With no explanation, he would always do his best to please you.
From your basic wants to intimate needs, for some reason, Satoru wanted to give it his all.
—--
“What is with you, Satoru-” You sigh as your partner leaves delicate kisses on the nape and then to the side of your neck. His large hands slide down from your waist to your hips and pull you closer to him. “You’re so touchy today.”
Like the last couple of days…
“I just missed you,” his hot breath releases a chill down your spine. He then sets down the spatula you were holding while turning off the stovetop. “Just missed you so much.”
Though your ‘annoyed’ exterior shows any satisfaction, it’d be a lie if you claimed that you aren’t melting from his touch. The heat inside the kitchen adds more to the desire burning deep in your core and it doesn’t help that the person casting the effect spins you around and has lips hovering centimeters away from yours.
“Beautiful…” The tip of his right thumb brushes the bottom of your lip and he licks his own. You glance up to meet his eyes, but his starry blue irises have turned to a thinner ring, as his pupils dilate in infatuation. His remaining fingers cup your jaw, adding more fuel to the pit of your stomach.
His left-hand sneaks down to the flesh of your ass and you yelp in surprise as he pulls you towards him. Taking your open mouth as an advantage, Satoru doesn’t hesitate to slip his tongue in as his lips connect with yours. You wrap your arms around his waist, and the throb between your thighs increases.
“Mmph!” You groan and Satoru initiates the next step by rubbing his hips against your clothed body. Tongues dance together while he continues to grope your ass, but his hand shortly rises underneath your shirt, feeling every curvature of the small of your back. The sloppiness in his pace and the subtle whines in his throat is enough to help you predict how hard he is underneath his layer of clothing. Teasingly, you break the kiss and slip a finger inside his beltline.
A string of saliva bridges between the two lips and Satoru grouches at the disconnect. His lips swell pink from the heated activity while his cheeks are flushed, anticipating more. From his chest, the light blue, silk button-up rises up and down, and your partner pants heavily as if he just ran a marathon.
Usually, at this point, he would make some condescending or teasing remark on how much you want to bed him. However, his mouth remains gaped, only the sounds of his breathing pass between the two of you. Wanting to test him, your index finger slips lower until you can feel the skin of his abdomen. Satoru quickly exhales from the sudden touch, but there’s no usual smirk or raised brow on his face. Only an expression that screams, ‘Please continue.’
“Baby, are you okay?” You gaze at him, still catching your own breath.
He’s strangely quiet as if he’s suddenly shy. And that’s typically not who Gojo Satoru is.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” The hand still underneath your shirt begins to make its way to the right side of your waist, and the closer he gets to your stomach, the amount of butterflies increases.
After noting how your jaw clenches at the action, Satoru bends down and leaves a kiss on the side of your neck. It’s wet, but not entirely sloppy. Instead of using his tongue and straight-up licks down to your sternum like a usual, teasing bastard, he takes time and kisses his way down. The jolt between your thighs returns.
“We- We can’t. I still need to cook for you.” Automatically, your right hand reaches up to the back of his head, using your fingers to grasp his white locks. Your action contrasts your words and Satoru takes that as your approval.
“I’m not hungry.” But the way both hands move below your shirt says otherwise. Since you’re at home, you wear your favorite v-neck with no bra underneath. Freely, two thumbs brush over your hardened nipples, rubbing them in a circular motion, and your hands grip the counter for support.
“But-”
“Right now, I just want you.” There’s a different look in Satoru today. He’s never been so direct on what he wants until now. Whenever he would declare his needs, he would mask his desires with a playful tone. This time, he says it as if these are direct orders from a life or death mission.
Sensing your shift in mood, the sorcerer detaches his tongue from your exposed chest and looks up at you. The inner corners of his brows scrunched and his lips glisten under the fluorescent light. He shoots you a look of what appears to be desperation, almost like he’s in pain.
“Please-” he breathily urges, one hand scooping the bottom of your ass while the other arm is wrapped around your waist, waiting for approval. “I want to make you feel good, right now.”
Your legs tremble at this new side of Satoru and something about him practically begging to fuck you ignites something in your soul. You can’t pinpoint what exactly, but whatever it is, his wish is your command.
“Yeah, okay.” You breathe out and as if it’s choreographed over a hundred times (and to be honest, it is), you feel a set of palms grabbing your bottom and he hoists you up. Your legs immediately wrap around his waist and your lips crash against the side of his neck, hungrily sucking and licking where other faded love marks are. After being able to find his sweet spot, Satoru’s shoulders shudder at the intense feeling while he glides his way into the bedroom while carrying you, his constricted cock begs to be freed from his tight pants.
His main mission right now is to please you.
—--
Once he lays you down, you don’t hesitate to remove your own shirt and toss it to the side, revealing your bare breasts in all their glory. And for a few seconds, Satoru halts on top of you, hands next to your shoulders, soaking up the appearance of a goddess in front of him. A thin layer of drool begins to dribble down his lips.
Previously he’s admired you many times before sex, but because you’ve been so indulgent at his changed behavior, this is your first time noticing how he’s acknowledging your physical appearance. With how reserved he’s being, it gives you a little confidence boost, since you’ve never seen such a man in awe of your presence.
His bewildered eyes, a pool of drool below his lips, the imprint of his massive hardon against his left thigh, all of this is your doing. You’ve brought the strongest sorcerer to his knees, and you’ve never acknowledged that until now. With a burning face, your fingers pinch your own nipples, the pleasurable sensation causing you to moan.
Satoru, who is still on top of you (and fully clothed), bites his lip at how it’s not him forcing that sound out of you. In protest, his right hand carefully pushes away your left palm and continues to knead your breast.
The ends of his hair tickle your bare chest as his mouth trails lower to your stomach, enveloping each kiss with non-verbal, mental praises. He hopes that you understand the messages behind his actions, for he can’t find the right words that will do it justice.
You’re his goddess, and no one else's.
He wants you to feel good.
He wants you to say that you’re feeling good.
He needs you to say that he’s doing a good job, that nobody could ever compare to him.
“Someone’s feeling… very lovey today,” a hitched giggle is drawn out while your palm continues to pet his hair. It’s difficult to formulate a coherent sentence while he’s so busy leaving wet marks around the sensitive areas of your skin. 3 years together and he’s mastered all of your sweet points.
Wanting to share the pleasure, you raise your foot and rub his very prominent erection, gliding it back and forth. The sudden friction in his pants makes him halt his movements, a trembling hand wraps around the ankle of your jeans. Stopping your actions, you look up at an out-of-breath Satoru, who looks rather conflicted between wanting you to continue or needing you to stop.
One more swipe and it looks like he’s about to combust.
“Aww is my pretty boy about to cum in his pants?” The sultriness in your tone even shocks you. Usually, this is Satoru’s role to play, telling you how ‘pretty’ you are underneath him while mocking your desperation for release. But seeing how compliant he’s been, your subconscious tells you to take the dominant part- verbally at least. And not gonna lie, you do want to see the image of Satoru completely soiling his attire. If it wasn’t for his hold on your ankle, you would’ve been sliding your foot along his clothed shaft to the very tip of his very pretty dick.
A small patch of wetness seeps through your jeans and you’ve just noticed how soaked you are. It doesn’t help that the lewd image ingrained in your head is the major cause of all of this.
But what you didn’t know is how close Satoru is already. This whole charade is an experience for the both of you- you’re grunting at wanting to see your partner completely at your mercy while he’s about to combust from your sentence alone.
‘Pretty boy'
‘My pretty boy.’
His cock continues to twitch as the nickname cycles in his head again and again. It’s the first time you’ve ever called him something like that for intimate purposes. Even from his past sexual experiences, he’s never been the one who’s doused in possessive compliments so this is a new discovery for him.
Yes, yes! He’s your pretty boy. Yours and yours only. His heart thumps and his stomach flutters while ogling the wet patch seeping through your jeans. From your perspective, that flustered expression Satoru had is now mixed with a certain fierceness. The brightness in his eyes darkens as he single-handedly undoes the buttons of your jeans and even though he’s still got it, it’s cute at how clumsier he looks.
“No-” He grunts, answering your question. Bringing the middle and ring finger up to his mouth, Satoru coats them with his tongue, though you’re both aware that the extra lubrication is unnecessary. You’re already leaking through your jeans, that’s more than enough.
You swallow, gazing at the man above you, the superiority in your thoughts leaving your head.
‘Aw shit.’
A string of saliva connects his bottom lip to his coated fingers and Satoru swirls his tongue around your right areola.
“Haaah…” You gasp and fist the bedsheets and the skin of your boyfriend’s hand disappears below your panties as those long fingers trace along your puffy lips, a silent warning that he’s about to enter.
Shimming off your pants but leaving your underwear on, Satoru sits up more on his knees and eyes the bottom of your panties, the darker shade due to your juices adds more to his arousal. Yes, he felt how wet you are. But upon seeing how soaked you are, he’s extremely close to going completely feral.
“You’re leaking…” He replies astounded like this is a brand new sight for him. Your hips angle up, trying to match the slow pace of his fingers, your cunt beckoning for his fingers to slip in.
“Mhm, yeah. I am.” Your patience is starting to wear thin.
‘Is this some type of long foreplay?’ You thought to yourself, biting your lip.
Though you like this ‘wonder-like’ version of Satoru, you just want to feel him. Spreading your legs farther, your hand cups above his that’s hovering over your wet core. “You feel that? You feel how soaked I am, Satoru? It’s all- oh God… It’s all for you.”
If you weren’t so desperate for him to continue, you’d find yourself extremely pathetic for being the one indirectly begging for him to begin. And upon seeing your need, Satoru doesn’t waste any more time. After all, it is his duty to satisfy his queen.
Almost apologetically, his two fingers slip inside- warm, gummy walls instinctively tighten around them. Trying to add more stimulation, his thumb presses on your clit, rubbing in circular motions. His free hand palms his own erection and his hips begin to rut against it, pacing with how his fingers curl inside of you.
Satoru thrives on how contorted your face is, how your eyes roll to the back of your head and how your lips form an ‘o’ shape. The way that both hands tightly grip the sheets beside you, but how you desperately claw on them as if it’s his muscular back. Your hips buckle up, grinding the open air and he marvels at how ravenous you look.
“Sa- Satoru nghhh- yessss,” you reach out trying to grab his arm- grab any body part. Still pacing back and forth, Satoru holds out his free hand and you grip it tightly.
“Yes?” He groans with you, the squelching sounds of your wet cunt taking his fingers are music to his ears. You mouth his name again, mixed with urgent moans. He himself can feel precum creating a pool on his underwear. You try to speak and he wonders what to do next.
Does the fist himself while he continues fingering you? Or should he just focus on you? He can take care of his needs later. Right now… Right now Satoru wants needs you to-
“I’m about to… I’m about to cum.” You squeeze the last 4 words with clenched teeth.
“Then go ahead, sweetheart. Cum nice and hard for me.” He licks his own lips, nodding along with you like your release is also his.
“No.” You hiss and his eyes widen, surprised by your answer. Immediately, the thrusting of his fingers slows down to a stop. And you whimper at how you’ve edged yourself.
“What’s wrong, baby? Did I do something wrong? Did you not like it?” His mind races with many factors on how he displeased you. You seemed to have enjoyed it. The way that your insides squeezed around his fingers was enough to tell him that he was fingering you in the right places.
Settling from your almost high, you laugh and scoot closer to him, calves sliding underneath the middle of his thighs. Glancing at his perplexed face, you reach up to his white-collar, and yank him down, his lips connecting to yours once more.
You can feel the sound of his grunt vibrate on your tongue and like a pro, your fingers nimbly work their way down, undoing the first three buttons.
“I loved it,” you mumble between the heated kiss. “I was so close, but I want to cum from your cock, not your fingers.”
“Huh?” Satoru exhales sharply. His already flushed face deepens even more and the confident fire in you returns. Biting his lips, your hands trace down from his chest, purposely brushing over his nipples, and press on his muscular abdomen. Your left-hand removes the small leather strap from the buckle and tugs him closer.
“What are you doing?” He asks as if his eyes have deceived him. Your left fingers successfully undo the buttons of his jeans with one hand while your right ones lightly graze over his restrained erection. Satoru exhales, hips involuntarily rocking back and forth.
“What else?” You tease, applying more pressure against his clothed shaft. “Remove your top for me, Satoru. It’s not fair that I’m the only one naked right now. Why are you being so shy all of a sudden?”
Complying with the request, but ignoring your question, Satoru unbuttons his silk top, fingers fumbling and shaking. It is cute to see, but his sudden nervousness makes you nervous as well. Why is he being so fidgety? Did he do something bad?
On his second to the last button, you place your hand on top of his, signaling for him to stop. Reading the uncertainty on your face, Satoru can’t utter a word. His flushed chest heavily breathes, waiting for your next thought.
“What’s wrong, Satoru?” You speak softly, with an edge of worry.
“What do you mean?” He tries to play it off, but here’s the one thing about Gojo Satoru. He may be good at hiding his feelings, but if you interrogate him in a highly vulnerable environment, he’s shit at pretending. The warmth in his cheeks adds another knot of evidence.
Tugging on his wrist furthermore, you encourage him to sit down, officially halting the intimate activity. Disappointed by his lack of usual finesse, Satoru’s face beams in embarrassment rather than arousal.
“I mean…” You pull a pillow, hiding your exposed chest. “Why are you so nervous?”
Satoru does his best to pull a mischievous tone. “Is it wrong to be nervous when I pleasure my goddess?”
“ I-uhhhhh,” Your stomach releases butterflies, due to his suaveness. However, you still feel how hesitant Gojo is. It’s like facing a virgin. “You’re always very confident during sex. I’m usually the flustered one.”
You chuckle, pointing a finger at yourself, but your boyfriend hides his eyes through his hair. Frowning you scoot closer, as you settle your way onto his lap. Your arms wrap around the back of his neck and your wet core presses against his softening erection.
“Come on baby, talk to me.” You press an open-mouth kiss on his right pec and a small nibble on his collarbone. Satoru shudders at the warm feeling as he wraps his arms around your back to pull you closer. “Please?”
It took him a while, but the sorcerer finally connects through eye contact, his magnificent ocean eyes sending a loving shrill down your spine. You find yourself getting lost in his gaze.
“I overheard you and Utahime talking on the bench, the other day,” he grumbles and your ears perk up at his answer.
“How much did you hear?”
“I heard enough to know that Rai was able to make you feel like you could do anything in the whole world.” His voice drops and so does your heart. “Even with everything I have, no matter how many riches or treasures I give you, it’ll never amount to anything that he gave.”
Your face drops to a frown, shocked at what you’re hearing from both ears. How on earth did he assume that?!
“No baby, no.” You coo, sweeping the soft, pearl-like strands of hair from his forehead. Your lips plant on the recently exposed skin, and you slowly travel down to his nose, rosy cheeks, and jaw before stopping inches above his lips. Satoru whimpers at the distance, while also recalling your denial.
You slowly inch forward. “That was all in the past, my love. Rai is a great person, but the amount of affection he has given is no match to how much care, devotion, gifts (you jest by nibbling on the cartilage of his ear), and love that you've given me. Likewise, my feelings for you are incomparable to how I felt towards him. Don’t compare yourself to my past experience, Satoru. You’re my present and future.”
He swallows at your words. The sadness in his blue hues brightens into love and hope. His lips gape as he looks at the face that is inches above his. Truly a goddess in human form.
“Really?” He still needs to feel reassured.
‘Please tell the truth.’
“Yes, truly. I love you more than any man or woman I’ve ever come across and will come across.” Your thumb grazes his bottom lip as he mumbles back the same three words. The kiss starts slowly as if he was still hesitant over the whole ordeal. But your eagerness helps push him to come back to his comfort zone.
As he inserts his tongue into your mouth, you begin to pace by grazing his hair through your fingers. Your hips rock, lapping over the hardening member below, and the butterflies from your stomach return.
But before you can escalate even further, Satoru pulls away, this time earning a whine from you.
He breathes heavily, pulling on a rather teasing pout. “Say that my eyes are pretty.”
“What?” Your fingernails lightly trace over the sides of his neck and your partner shivers from the tingling sensation.
“You don’t compliment me, ever.” He forces out, rather pettily. “Just this once, please say something nice about me.”
His last sentence is hushed and desperate-sounding. You giggle at his shyness once more and peck the tip of his nose. Though, your stomach swirls with guilt, as it seems like you never showed him enough love.
Time to fix that.
“I’m sorry if you got the wrong message,” your lips travel to his neck, words vibrating through his flawless skin. His head leans back and his Adam's apple bobs from the pleasure. “But I always think that you’re beautiful, Satoru. It’s just that the whole world knows it.” Slowly, you remove yourself from his lap and have him lie flat down on the large mattress.
With all four limbs pinned around him, you continue to shower him with praise. You ravish every piece of exposed skin on his body starting from the top and he flushes brightly while looking away. “I thought that you’d be sick and tired once you hear it from me multiple times.”
“Never… I would never get sick of it coming from- ohhh…” Satoru hisses as your hand lightly tugs on the roots of his hair. With your right knee moving to the middle of his thighs, you put slight pressure on his balls, having him slowly grind for more friction.
“Your hair is purer than any shades of white and softer than all the silk I’ve ever touched.” Your grip softens as you kiss the side of his head. Soon after, you travel down to his eyes. Thumbs softly brushing the delicate skin underneath them. His blown-out pupils stare directly at your soul, the power of his six eyes distinguishing the warmth that flows through your veins.
You place a peck on each outer corner. “If only words can bring justice to how mesmerizing these eyes of yours are. Did you know how embarrassed I was the day you first removed your blindfold? I thought that I wouldn’t be able to pry away and you’d catch me staring.”
“I did. I caught you all the time.” He hums amused, but his gaze never leaves yours. Though it’s just the two of you in this room, you whisper a message that is created for him and only him.
“The sky and ocean, all-in-one. How did I get so lucky to see the gates of heaven when I’m still walking on this earth? Maybe I instead, am the honored one.”
His heart swells at the softness of your words. You, the goddess in his life, find yourself the honored one because of him. It nearly brings tears to the god-like sorcerer’s eyes.
Satoru slithers his large palms where your ass meets your thighs, unable to keep his hands away from you. He molds them and you swallow, the throb in your pussy begs to be touched, to continue unfinished business.
“Slow down, pretty boy.” You purr with a kitten-like grin. His hands around you clamp at the name and your knee feels his hips thrust up. His eyes almost roll back and his nose scrunches at the endearment.
“You like being called that, huh baby?” Your knee presses against his clothed crotch, earning a wince from his pretty mouth. “Is that all I need to say to get you this vulnerable? Call you my pretty boy?”
Another grind against your knee. Satoru looks up at you in a hazed condition. Though the main event hasn’t arrived, he looks like he just came from a 3-time post-orgasm state. With the cat biting his tongue, Gojo nods profusely, desperately uttering yes.
Sweat seeps through his button-up as you kiss his glossed lips. This time, you and Satoru had to fight for dominance. His is pure infatuation and desperation, while you want to gain control in taming the strongest sorcerer. You bring your body down as he slips a finger through the hem of your panties.
“Please…” He begs as you pull back, crotch fully grinding against yours. His hands move your hips in a slow rhythm, your wetness staining his already soaked imprint. The friction of your panties is enough to make you cum alone. “I want to make you feel good. Please let me make you feel good.”
That can happen, but seeing a vulnerable Satoru below you, desperate for your pleasure while curling his toes at every praise is rather enjoyable. A new, undiscovered flame lights your stomach and you want to do what it takes to explore this rare opportunity.
“You always do that,” you pout, going lower. “But this time, I-” Each word, leaves a love bite on his neck and down to his collarbone and chest.
“Want.”
Bite.
“To.”
Bite.
“Make.”
Bite.
“You.”
Kiss.
“Feel.”
Bite.
“Good.”
Bite.
You tug on his hard nipples with your teeth and fingers, making Satoru buck up in surprise.
“Nghhh!” He pants, tears pricking his eyes. His hands grip the sides of the bedsheets and since you’ve moved lower, his hips are humping nothing but air.
Removing the last two buttons of his shirt, you encourage him to shimmy out of it and toss it to the floor. No distractions.
As you move lower to his abdomen, you continue to spill praises and all the verbal affirmations that you’ve never told him. You feel extremely guilty for neglecting him in that aspect since you believe that he thinks that he just doesn’t need to hear anymore, so you want to make up for it as much as possible.
When you make it down to his pants, you debate whether or not you want to tease him even further or just begin business. His legs tremble the moment he feels the belt unfastening.
“Are you okay baby?” You ask innocently, tracing one hand around his v-line while the other gently grazes on the massive bump in his jeans. Satoru throws his head back, gripping both of your hands with his.
“My love, please.” His throat is dry, and his neck all the way down to his abs are decorated with your love marks. “I’m going to cum just by this- I can’t- I- Oh my God…”
“You can cum twice, can’t you?” He barely notices how you already unzipped his pants, the only layer blocking your skin from his dick is the heavily coated gray boxer briefs. It rises as it is freed from the constricted attire. After removing his trousers, you begin to toy with the outline with your hand. You can already feel the drool pooling in your mouth.
“I didn’t know you could get this soaked, Satoru!” You’re genuinely impressed by how much pre-cum your boyfriend is able to produce. On your hottest nights, he’d already had his dick pumping inside you if he were this horny. “How lucky am I to be dating the world’s prettiest boy with the prettiest dick?”
Satoru wants to laugh at the compliment, and retort something cheesy. But his mind is too swayed to even think coherently. He is pretty. He is your pretty boy.
He loves that.
Peeling off his stained boxers, his hard dick springs freely, the light reflected by the sheer coat of his juices. The flushed tip leaks even more out and you almost feel pity at how long you’ve left him waiting.
The sorcerer can barely raise his dizzy head to see what’s going on. When you make eye contact with him, a devilish smirk appears on your face and Satorh’s thighs clench when he feels your hot breath going near it. He’s almost afraid of what you’re going to do.
“J-Just- just… Aghhh, my love! I-” He is instantly greeted by the softness of your mouth and hand circulating around him. His balls are heavy with cum, the only thing prohibiting him from shooting down your throat is his sheer willingness to draw out this pleasure as long as possible.
You can’t go all the way down, as the halfway point is already your limit. As your right hand strokes the bottom portion of his shaft, your left pays gratuitous attention to his balls, massaging them to increase the pleasure.
Meanwhile, your own cunt is begging for the pleasure Gojo’s receiving. With your knees still on the bed, your ass sticks up in the air, the angle forcing your sticky wetness to travel down to the front of your core. It doesn’t matter anyway, you’re already leaking on the bed.
At this point, Gojo is already babbling incoherent sentences. His head lolls to the side, his blue hues barely visible due to how far they rolled back. His right-hand fists the bedsheets, knuckles paling due to how tight he’s pulling on them. The other is submerged in your hair. He’s more gentle about it, but every once in a while he would subconsciously thrust a little too hard, making you gag. You encourage him to keep going by swirling your well-coated tongue around his tip.
A few more pumps, Satoru is spilling. His abdomen flexes at the intensity, veins popping out in his lower stomach. Your head bobs to match his quick-paced movements, but he’s losing control of himself. Satoru’s thighs flex as he humps up, forcing more of his cock into your throat.
“Baby,” he warns feverishly, gripping tighter on your hair. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming-”
Your head spins at the intensity, barely being able to take a breath. You hum, sending vibrations down his twitching cock.
He groans and whines, yearning for the long-awaited release. His toes curl and his muscled thighs shake as his member shoots long streams of cum down your throat.
“You’re so good to me… So, so good.” The grip on your hair turns into strokes as you swallow all of his seed. Once he relaxes, you slide your mouth from his cock, jaw aching from the rigorous pace. However, that’s not the only part of your body that’s aching.
Your cunt begs to be taken care of as you crawl over a recovering boyfriend, who’s still catching his breath.
The desperation in his eyes has cleared, but the lust still remains. You lick your lips before interlocking with him, your bodies pressed against each other. His hands roam around your back before one slides down to your ass, underneath your underwear. You grunt at how grabby he still is.
“Don’t you want a break?” Though, it’s a ridiculous inquiry, since Satoru’s hard shaft is already rubbing up against your pussy. You both simultaneously moan at the sensation.
“No breaks for you,” he chuckles as he pulls you in for a kiss. “I still need to make you finish. My poor baby has been waiting for me, huh?”
You sneer at his tease. “You cum once and all of a sudden, you’re back to the way you were- Woah!”
In your next blink, you find yourself lying on your back, your recently relieved lover now hovers over you. It really is like looking up at the sky, his glossy eyes shining brighter than the blue sky outside. You feel your entire body heat up as he ogles you from your head to your feet.
“Absolutely divine,” his voice rasps, the cock you just fucked with your throat taps against his thigh, clearly aroused. You rub your thighs together, looking for some relief. “Now, where were we before you sucked me off?”
The edge of his pointer finger traces around your folds, outside of your panties. He knows how much you love the friction, as you grind against his finger, nipples hardening at the action.
You moan softly, enough to capture his attention. “Satoru-”
The star-like gaze you offer sends the message completely. Bending down, Satoru plants a long, passionate kiss as he circles your clit with an additional finger. You squeak against the pleasure, wanting more. More, more, more.
“Why are you so beautiful?” He mumbles, barely pulling away from you. Your saliva connects each other’s lips and no longer having the patience, you take his hair and pull him down.
His flushed chest lies against yours and Satoru leaves open mouth kisses on your neck, hitting all of your major sweet spots before trailing down to your breasts, the same way you did for him not too long ago.
With his long tongue, Satoru teasingly circles around your areola before fully latching onto your nipple, biting and sucking to his heart’s content.
You roll your eyes back to the incredible sensation, a warm shrill traveling around your body. It leaves your cunt even wetter, desperate for parts of Satoru that aren't his fingers.
“You're such a good boy,” a new nickname leaps from your tongue and swims into his ears. Satoru tenses at the pet name, and you can feel the vibrations of his whimper against your breast. Your fingers lace over the strands of his white hair as he continues to play with what seems to be his favorite features of your body.
But even with the jolting sparks of sensitivity those buds provide, it’s not enough to satiate the burning drive in the pit of your belly.
“‘Toru,” you say sloppily, wiggling your hips to the rhythm of his fingers. “I need you- inside me. Fuck me- Please.”
You bite your lip and he lifts his head up, the infatuation still possessing his very being.
His digits leave your clit and instantly, you grind for the missing feeling. Satoru nods as he removes your panties, basking in the beautiful bareness. The slickness laminates your intimate area, something that temporarily captures your partner’s attention.
He supports himself on top of you but furrows his eyebrows.
“No condom.” He displays an innocence in those orbs, mixed with twinges of disappointment. You laugh and shake your head.
“I’m on birth control. You can cum inside me as much as you want now.”
It makes his ears perk, mouth slightly parting from the genuine surprise. You’ve both never done it raw before, but you trust Satoru with your entire life to make this decision.
“Are you… Are you positive?”
“Yes, and my pregnancy results will be negative.” You stick your tongue out at the pun and Satoru laughs at your cheesy joke.
“I love you.” He looks at you earnestly, pressing a light kiss to your lips.
“I love you too.” You say as he lines up the tip to your leaking hole. It’d be a lie to say that you weren’t nervous, but the excitement and the fogginess of your arousal override any negative feeling.
Spreading your legs even wider, Satoru goes in slowly. Thanks to the accumulated fluids you’ve both produced, slipping in comfortably is an easy task. However, your partner struggles to keep his composure at the foreign sensation.
You throw your head back as your body welcomes his cock, no latex rubber blocking the two of you. Of the many acts you’ve done together, this is the first time where it’s just you and him.
“You’re so tight… And g-ood.” He stammers, stopping only halfway. Satoru clenches his teeth to prevent himself from releasing prematurely. Man, thank God he already came once, or the pent-up sensation would’ve ended him. “Oh, you feel so good- taking all of me in.”
He grunts while inching deeper inside of you, nuzzling his face into your neck. You have your mouth pressed against his trapezius, teeth sinking in the skin.
The satisfaction of feeling his heavy balls rest against your entrance enables you to grind on his flesh. The cascades of whimpers fall out of your mouth, beckoning for him to move.
Satoru starts slowly, his arm cradles your neck for support. Breathless moans from his end tickle your neck.
“Faster-” You suggest and your every wish is Satoru’s command. His pace quickens, and the sounds of his skin slapping skin move in a rhythmic beat. “Yes, thank you! Good boy- oh my g-”
Your vision blurs as his cock perfectly hits the g-spot, your legs wrap around his hips to adjust the angle.
Satoru lifts his head up, seeing stars. Tears accumulate at the edge of his eyes, his puffy, red lips practically drooling from the pleasure. He kisses the corners of your lips, whispering.
“Am I good enough for you?” It almost sounds like he’s embarrassed to ask.
The back of your fingers stroke his face before combing through his hair. “Yes baby, you’re always so good for me- so perfect and beautiful. You are more than enough for me- hahhhh… yes, yes, yes!”
Your praises are cut short as you feel a jolt in your stomach. You’re almost there, your calves pull Satoru’s hips, encouraging him to drive faster and harder. He looks like he can barely hold it in.
“My pretty boy is always so good for me-” You coo, repeating the same thing over and over. "Right baby?"
“I- I- Mhmm… ‘m yours.” His red face scrunches, quiet pants turning into loud whines. “I’ll always be yours… Please, mghh- please say that I’m yours- nobody else."
His insecurities flow out of his mouth with no filter stopping him. It’s unfair, but Gojo Satoru hates the burning sensation in his chest, realizing that someone else once belonged to you and you belonged to them.
Instead of jealous rage, he emotes envious fear.
No- he’s yours. Only him and him alone. After all these years, he realizes that he doesn’t want to be alone. Satoru will give you anything and everything to his avail to never leave him.
“Please, please, please…” He begs. Desperate whines accumulate as a free hand cups your bouncing breast. His slick cock twitches in you, yearning for a release. Satoru doesn’t know how much longer he can hold it in, but he needs you to come undone first- his goddess, his everything.
Your hands cup his pink face, forcing him to gaze up at you. Those infatuated pairs he once expressed turn into a gape of restlessness. He still needs to be reassured that your mind, body, and soul belongs to him as he does to you.
“Everything about you is made for me. Your spirit and body are mine.” Your stomach flips as the fire burns higher. Your toes curl as you’re moments away from approaching your orgasm. Satoru’s heart thumps 3 times faster than the pace he’s thrusting in.
“I am yours and you are mine, understand baby?” You continue, head spiraling. Satoru nods vigorously, his own drool pooling down to the side of your face. Oh, how he loves this feeling. His heart is warm and his desires are satisfied all due to your love. “You’re my one and only true love- forever and always. Always my pretty, handsome, perfect boy. Nobody could ever compare to you. Can you say that for me?”
His cock painfully twitches, bits of cum slowly spilling out of his slit. It’s too much. He can’t hold it in anymore.
“I’m yours- ‘m only yours.” He dedicates, in short sputters, saying your name. “I love- mmgh- I love you. Oh my God, -always yours, only yours.”
“I love you, Sa- hahhh- ‘toru!” Your volume rises as you praise his name. It sounds so beautiful as it rolls off your tongue. Your legs clutch tightly around his back, and your body pushes up to press against his.
His hips thrust faster, tightly wrapping his arms around your back and hips to hold you up. Moaning your name, Satoru is in a daze. His momentum is vicious as the animalistic side in him attempts to make an entrance.
“I’m cumming, Satoru! I- I-” You shower him with praises as he finally tips you over the edge. You see flashes of white and shake violently against his hold, gasping as your body rumbles into a turbulent orgasm. Your thighs quake as euphoric bliss travels through your system.
During the start of your orgasm, Satoru begins soon after. With one final thrust, he moans as he sets you back on the bed. His abdomen clenches and small tears spill from his face as his mouth creates an ‘o’ shape. Soon after, he grits his teeth, stammering your name as several long, white ropes shoot out, his love spilling inside of you.
Satoru continues to thrust slowly, riding the high of arguably, his best orgasm of all time. You shudder in his hold, with no words that are worthy enough to process what just happened.
You lazily smile up at the ceiling, combing through his hair, and after a few minutes of silence, he finally pulls out. His cock is drenched in milky rings, and the bedsheets are crumpled and stained with an unjustifiable amount of both of your fluids.
Satoru lies on top of you, speechless. He pants, trying to catch his breath. Even in his most difficult missions, he never had to exert so much air through his lungs until now.
“If you wanted to talk, we could’ve just done that.” You finally break the silence, giggling from the very intense session.
Satoru’s face doesn’t lift from your chest. His eyes flutter as he does a sarcastic eye roll. His cheek splays on your skin, disorienting his speech. “Pfft, that’s boring.”
His fingertips graze over your forearm, trickling down to your wrist and then enveloping your fingers with his. Satoru’s larger thumb massages your knuckles, before bringing them up to his lips.
“You know,” You stir, rocking the hand that’s intertwined with Satoru, side-to-side. The tone you bring is gentle but serious, bringing up something that isn’t the typical lovey post-sex topic you guys would initiate. “There’s no need for you to get jealous over anything, Satoru. You’re the only one I want.”
Slowly, he rises and peers at you, the pearl-white strands dusting over his glossy eyes. “I know... I just didn’t know how to handle what I felt when you talked about another man that wasn’t me.”
“I’m sorry about that, baby. Utahime kept pushing me and I was just really happy to see how she finally found her own love, so I just kept on rambling with her.”
“I should’ve taken a video of her for blackmail.” Satoru scoffs at the lost opportunity.
“However,” you laugh, shifting the conversation. “I did like this jealous side of you. It was cute.”
Gojo’s mouth drops at the comment and some confusion stems from his sentence.“My jealous side is… cute?”
As I stated earlier, I whole-heartedly believe that Gojo would get possessive, in ways that may differ from what other people think. He can take over the whole world with the palm of his hand and force his way to do the unthinkable. But if there’s a rare, uncontrollable factor that could pull whatever or whoever he cherishes away? Then, he gets desperate.
Gojo Satoru would get possessive by clutching onto his loved one, asking if he’s enough, and giving all that he could. After all, he was a gifted child who was the exact norm of perfectionism. So when he sees a competitor who could challenge his being, he’d crumble, get desperate, not knowing what to do.
But, just reassure him that no one could ever beat him.
“Yes, cute! Can we do that again next time?” You giggle at his very prominent pout.
“I’m not the only person that’s switched roles. You’re quite mouthy and feisty when you take charge.” He glares, but softens wholeheartedly at your amusement when his eyes connect with yours.
"I am only yours, right?" Satoru whispers once more, inching closer to your face, hinting at an answer that he wants to hear again and again.
From lust, to fear, to love, those same blue eyes cultivate the same message he had always intended to deliver.
"Yes, Satoru." You rub his back as he nestles his head on your chest, finally humming into relaxation. "You're only mine."
Satoru Gojo is yours and only yours. Always have, always will.
a/n: this has been heavy on my *click* noggin’ for a while now…didn’t include Sabo this time just cuz I’m already doing a make out imagine with him for the milestone celebration! I’d be happy to do this with more characters, just ask nicely 💋
featuring: Zoro, Sanji, Luffy, & Ace + f!reader
summary: privacy is hard to come by when you’re a pirate. you’re bound to get caught kissing eventually.
warnings: suggestive content ! ! !
GETTING CAUGHT MAKING OUT WITH OP BOYS
✦ ZORO growls as you tug at the base of his green hair, his massive build driving you to slam you against the nearest wall. He allows you a quick second to catch your breath from the sudden force before his lips are plastered against your own once more, leaving you to whimper his name over and over. One hand falls to wrap a leg around his waist, the other to cup at your ass, strong fingers digging into the flesh as he continues to kiss you wildly. His tongue slips past your parted lips, swiping at your own before groaning a deep, “Fuck, I need you.” Just as he goes to wrap your other leg around him, pelvis pushing against you, the door opens up to reveal Franky and Robin, whistling with pride as they catch you two in the act. Zoro nearly drops you right on your ass as he fumbles over his words, “S-stupid perverts, we weren’t even doing anything!” The duo eye each other with sly grins before Brook pops up behind them, of course asking about your panties. “GET OUT!” Zoro slams the door in their faces then turns to you, face flushed from both embarrassment but also that same need from earlier, “You’ll have to be quieter this time, baby. I’m not done with you yet.”
𝕤𝕪𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕤...how he kisses normally, how he makes out with you and how he kisses you during sex
𝕔/𝕨…choking, slapping, blood, tight riding, mentions of public sex
ℕ𝕒𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕚 𝕂𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕠
not during sex; slow. Kento kisses are slow, starting off with the soft press of his lips against yours. With his large warm hand covering your cheek, and his other hand resting on your waist. He isn’t one for quick kisses and prefers to take his time slowly kissing you in private.
making out & cuddling; a tease. Kento prefers you on his lap so he can fondle your ass. Whilst he occasionally strays from your lips leave a hickey here and there on your neck. He would enjoy if you give him some on his lower neck. Since he doesn’t want it all over his neck due to his job but will enjoy it slightly peaking out his suit. Plus it looks fucking hot knowing you out that there to you too. Even hotter when he takes off his tie and shirt showing more marks on his chest
during sex; rough n’ needy. Kento will bite your lip a little bit, and enjoys the same when he is fucking himself into you. Often Kento will choke you whilst he kisses you. He already knows your breathing limits so you don’t have to signal to him anymore. He will warn you against the marks every time. “Your throat is going to be bruised if I don’t stop. You want that? Want me to bruise you pretty neck and kiss you till your about to pass out as I stuff my cum deeper into your pretty little pussy?”
𝔾𝕠𝕛𝕠 𝕊𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕦…
not during sex; smiles into kisses. Even if it’s a quick kiss in public or not Satoru will pick you up, give you a twirl. He is smiling the whole time. He will try to linger if he is interrupting something your doing.
making out; aiming to leave you breathless. Yet some how as you try to catch your breath he is already talking. Something along the lines of; “Are you whimpering from my kisses or getting yourself off on my thigh. Don’t think I didn’t notice you moving your hips. Come on why get shy now, make yourself cum for me.”
during sex; messy and quick. He doesn’t kiss for long during sex because he isn’t used to it. And kissing is something more so for when he is wanting to hang around. But the few times he does sloppy and short. He likes hearing you moan too much. Who else is going to tell him how good he is? He already tells himself that enough
𝕋𝕠𝕛𝕚 𝔽𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕦𝕣𝕠…
not during sex; handsy and brief. The kind of guy to slap your ass, spin you around kiss you. And then walk away like nothing happened. He will let you come and get some more kisses, if he has the time to give them. Will do the same in public, and with a smirk Toji will say;“It’s my ass and I’ll slap it if I want to. Don’t act as if you wouldn’t like me fuck your cute ass whilst playing with your clit in public. Or at least I could get you too cock drunk to care.”
making out; teasing n rough. With a smirk on his lips Toji will take his sweet time getting to your lips. And making you wait to kiss him before he finally does. But when he does, your lips are always puffy afterwards.
during sex; slaps and breathless. To explain further the type to kiss you, spit in your mouth, slap you across the face and then stay kissing you till you need to breathe.
𝕊𝕦𝕜𝕦𝕟𝕒…
not during sex; rare but slow and kind of sweet. It’s rare if you don’t ask that is, don’t trying kissing him without permission. He won’t understand what the fuck, you think people just walk up and kiss him? He needs a while to get used to it. So there is something curious, slow and kind of soft about the way he does it. It’s not on purpose but him mimic how softly you kiss him.
making out; rough, passionate. It doesn’t take him longer to enjoy kissing. Especially if your the type to whimper into a kiss then Sukuna is going to want to make out. He will bite you lips hard enough to draw blood. And expect you to keep kissing him with your lips sore and puffy. He might bite his lip to add his blood into the mix
during sex; aggressive and weird. He will have you make out with his stomach mouth, or a mouth on his hand. And sometimes it’s just him trying to choke you with his large tongues. Before giving your spit covered lips a kiss that’s rough, and maybe slightly bloody. He definitely taunts you with; “Choking on my tongue or choking on my cocks, either way you just as hot. With spit dripping down your chin and that depraved look in your eyes.”
𝔾𝕖𝕥𝕠 𝕊𝕦𝕘𝕦𝕣𝕦…
not during sex; barely there teasing kisses. Sometimes he makes a little kissy sound to. And you just barely feel his lips against yours. It’s to see you pout. If you don’t pull him in for a kiss. Then he will go about his day.
making out; slow and deep. The type to cuddle and kiss you, with your body tangled up. And your hands in his hair, whilst his hands are under your clothes, slipping between your legs if he can or to play with your tits. Suguru doesnly like to pull away very much. So that means long, slow kisses with them one. But when he does pull away he says stuff like; “Your going to cum from me just playing with your nipples. That’s so fucking hot, go ahead and make a mess for me in your panties. Good girl.”
during sex; smirks and groans. He can’t help it the way you are reacting to his every touches so damn hot. And the way you sweetly moan out your praises of him have him cockier than before. Your pussy is too damn wonderful for him not get noisy.
Headcanons for random characters discussing one of the many things they’re a little too obsessed with
Character mashup
Warnings: 18+ discussing various kinks, nsfw,
Shit post
Levi
Big fat titty kink. Serious breast fetish.
He loves tits. No matter the size.
If you’ve got big juicy tits he’s drowning in them. Wants you to sit them in his face and just smush him with them.
Saggy titties? Please swing them in face and let him try to catch a nip with his mouth.
Small titties? He’s going to cover them in hickies.
He loves sitting you on his lap and going to town on your breasts, pinching, biting, sucking, motor boating, all of it really.
Loves those sweet and soft sounds you make, gradually turning into whiny whimpers after he’s been sucking and nipping on them for more than half an hour.
Also loves cumming on your tits if he can. He won’t do it all the time because your pussy is way too good for him to gather any will to pull out when he’s about to explode. It’s the same story with when you’re giving him head…let’s just say he rarely nuts on your breasts, but when he does, it turns him on all the more.
If he does nut on them, please help him spread it all over your nipples and areolae, getting his thick cum all over your fingers so you can lick them clean for him. He might proceed to indulge in those fleshy mounds of yours afterwards just because he can.
Look, tits are fun. Just let him play with your tits.
Sleeps with one in his hand for good dreams. Needs to randomly squeeze them during the day, always crowding you for some booby time.
If you’re walking around braless, your nipples are getting pinched. You’re reaction is always so cute that he has to contemplate finding a private space and pulling your shirt up.
Nanami
Hickey kink?
On him please.
Be careful of when and where you start kissing his neck because he will end up fucking the shit out of you for that. Call it your go to move for when you’re in the mood for some.
Biting and scratching are his weaknesses. Please bite him when you’re kissing him and also if you’re not scratching him then he must not be fucking you right.
Loves to get you all overstimulated and teary only to hit you with that standard missionary. Always works well for when he needs you to fuss around a little bit.
Gets so giddy when he sees all the marks you leave on him right after. You’ve made him cum just by decorating his torso will hickies. When you start working on his thighs😩 he might just start whimpering. He gets boners all the time. Especially when he starts thinking about the marks on his neck and how he got them. If he’s home and you’re not around to help him with his situation, he likes to strip and stand in front of the mirror, looking at all the purple patches covering his body while slowly jerking off. And just maybe for added spice, he might grab one of your panties to help him get there a little faster.
For as long as you’re with him you never find out about this.
Obito
Pillow prince☺️
Might have a tiny bit of a mommy kink too.
Doesn’t know this started, but one night after an especially brutal mission, he’d come home to be taken care of by you, washing all the dirt away, getting him dressed and of course, some amazing head.
When he’s tired like this he’s more open to suggestion. It’s perfect really because if he’s too tired to actually fuck you, he will let you take full control and indulge in being a pillow prince.
Sweet, little, pillow prince gets very needy and whiny when you blow him off, forcing him to moan or beg. “Please mommy, please can I cum”, he literally begs you after you’ve denied him three times.
But you need to be smart about how far to take this because as much as he’s willing to let you have your way with him, he will take control once again if you don’t give in to him.
He still speaks in that deep voice even when he’s begging you, getting your panties so soaked with arousal.
Erwin
Hard spanking kink.
Loves it when you walk into his office during the day because it could mean a few things, like food, sex, cuddles or maybe you need a quick nap. If you’re coming to just hang around he might get carried away and playfully manhandle you so you’re bent over his knee, a little crammed under his desk.
Seeing you in this compromising position, he takes pleasure in spanking you, repeatedly smacking your ass until you can no longer stay quite or still. When you tell him to stop he chuckles.
Also have you seen his thighs? He’s noticed how you grind yourself on them, thinking he won’t notice that you’re trying to get off on him while you’re pretending to snuggle. He’s definitely going to grind you on his thigh when he realizes this is something that gets you off. Maybe until you cum, maybe just a little tease. Depends on how he’s feeling.
All Might
Size kink.
Listen, he’s 7’3 and weighs about 560lbs. He’s a big boy okay, so it really don’t matter how big your think you are. He’s going to handle you just fine😩
Loves sitting on a chair and fucking you right there, literally bouncing you on his cock, until your gushing all over him. Loves the feeling of your much smaller frame struggling on his lap.
Loves to manhandle you! He’s very gentle with it though, he’s usually very playful with you but when he gets aggressive 😭he’ll have you whimpering before he even gets to begin stimulating you.
Loves fingering your ass while you’re laying on top of him. Anything that involves him having to carry you really.
Aizawa
He absolutely loves masturbating with you.
Preferably while you’re fresh out the shower or maybe when you wake up in the morning.
Don’t lift a finger, unless he asks you to. But just let him use your body.
Might also ask you to stay as quiet as you can, and just let him run his dick along your vulva, slowly, so he can watch the tip separate your folds and he’ll casually rub your clit while he’s at it, watching you slowly get wetter and wetter.
He might push the tip inside your warm and tight walls, but he won’t go further than that. Stroking himself while staring at your naked body, feeling up on you, groping and squeezing where he likes. This does turn you on a lot but you try to be good for him and simply lay/stand there, letting him do what he wants with you.
He will softly massage your clitoris with the tip of his dick, but also alternates with his fingers so you can keep up with him, rapidly flicking your clit for a few seconds, smiling at how you try to stay silent.
The goal of his little game is that you both cum at the same time. Even after he cums, he might start fingering you until you can’t help but moan for him, lightly squirting like you always do when he fingers you.
Hashirama
Oh you think his hair is pretty? Pull it then.
Will purposely overstimulate your poor count with his mouth just to feel your grip his hair like your life depends on it.
If he’s not worried that you might pull his hair out then you’re not pulling hard enough. And he’s going to suck on your throbbing clit a little harder, until you start doing it right.
Endeavor
He’s a sadist okay. Loves hearing you scream and cry. Also, please squirt on him, preferably his face.
Loves an ass that jiggles so he can smack it while giving you back shots. He smacks you so hard though, you wonder if he’s being sexy or really wants to see you in pain.
No mercy for your tears though, so if you end up in a little situation with him, good luck.
Loves to fuck you until you literally cannot feel your legs. Your puss hurts afterwards and he eats you out and fingers you while you’re recovering, bullying you into having more orgasms.
Will make you ride his face even if you’re sore and overstimulated, to a point where you’re so sensitive all you can do is scream at the contact, wildly thrashing in his hold, his stronger build keeping you right where he needs you.
Gojo
Loves his partner with a bit of an oral fixation. If you’re not he will make you love it.
Whether he’s fucking you so hard that you’re crying from the overstimulation, or if you two are just cuddling on the couch, catching up on a show, his fingers need to be in your mouth.
Loves having you suck on the them. His index and middle finger to be exact. He’s got really long fingers, so you might gag every now and then, but he has you sucking his fingers all the time, that you now naturally pick his hand up and start sucking. Without him having to ask you.
He’s heart melts. He’s truly in love. Sometimes, if he feels like you’re doing so good and sucking his fingers, he might put that same hand in your underwear and start tweaking your clit with those two damp and warm fingers. It doesn’t feel like he’s trying to make you cum, more like he’s fidgeting, but if he does it long enough…you cum hard that way.
summary: you weren’t ashamed of your secret indulgence, but that doesn’t mean you want him to find out about it
masterlist
“Nami, what the fuck?”
“I figured you could use it more than me.” She says with a wink.
You stare at the book in your hands, “Why do you think I would need this?”
Nami rolls her eyes, “Your pent-up frustration is so obvious.” She waves a hand, “And since neither of you are going to do anything about it, hopefully you can just blow off some steam on your own.”
“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
“Whatever you say!” Nami calls over her shoulder, and you can hear the smirk in her voice.
You stare at the book in your hand, slightly mortified Nami thought of you. Still, the curiosity gets the best of you, and you flip to the back to see the brief summary.
Miyamoto Musashi is the most ruthless ronin in the entire country. Those that could obtain his services were feared for their power. When Sada Koyama’s father hires him to serve as her personal escort on her journey to where her future husband resides, a shock of terror fills her. But after meeting the legend of blood and death, something stirs in Sada. Something wrong, impure, and unstoppable.
A squeak leaves your mouth as you hide the book against your chest. Nami thought you could use this? As if!
The book finds home buried in a knapsack you keep under your bed, hidden from prying eyes. The last thing you need is for someone to find this and show the rest of the crew, especially not the swordsman who it seems might strangely resemble protagonist’s love interest.
Still.
It would be wrong to not even read the first page. All books deserve that courtesy.
And the next morning when Nami sees you at breakfast, she doesn’t point out the bags under your eyes, but that doesn’t stop her from pestering you why you stayed in the library all evening with a smug smile.
That book has become your dirty little secret. A well-worn crease in the binding, different page corners folded to mark your favorite scenes. You still store it under your bed, but it makes a frequent appearance in your hands when ever you get the chance to be alone.
Which is why you’re gripping the book in your hands now.
The Sunny has been anchored at a little island the last few days with at least a week to go before the log post sets. The prolonged time has allowed the crew to become quite acquainted with the town.
So early this morning when everyone was excited to spend the day exploring, you volunteered to stay behind and keep an eye on the ship.
The second everyone disappeared over the bend of the horizon you flew under the covers, kicking off your pants and ripping the book from its hiding place.
“Musashi.” Sada breathes heavily, clutching his yukata between her fingers, “You saved me.”
He lifts her chin with the butt of his sword, “And how do you intend to repay me?”
Sada’s breath catches in her throat, “M- M- Musashi!” She tries to pull away but he wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest.
“Enough of this wanton teasing.” He hisses, and then brings his lips to hers in a passionate kiss.
Your fingers trail underneath your shirt, light touches dancing their way up to your breast where you begin to tweak a nipple.
Droplets of sweat are dripping onto his chest and his chonmage has come loose with strands of hair falling into his eyes. The exertion of fighting has left a flush across his body, and Sada indecently wonders if it continues past his neck.
Your hand slips down your stomach and dips into your panties. You gently brush against your clit, and you let your legs fall open. You flip to the next page, wanting to get to your favorite part.
His head is buried under her kimono, sinfully licking at her pearl of pleasure Sada has heard about in whispers.
You imagine that’s how Zoro would slowly work you up, especially for your first time. He’d map out every inch of your body, with eyes, fingers, and tongue. Before spending an unreasonable amount of time between your legs with that strong mouth of his, only imagining the power of his wet muscle if it can hold his sword.
Your eyes jump to the bottom of the page,
Musashi unties the knots at her stomach. Unwrapping her body like the gift it is. Sada gasps when his lips brush against her hardened nipple, a chilled wind cutting through the trees.
You pull off your own panties, imagining how Zoro might indulge in the scent before flinging them across the room. Maybe even pocketing them for later.
His body molds against hers like he’s never felt. No woman before has fit so perfectly in his hold. How he can feel her wet cunt against his leg and a perfect height to still steal a taste from her soft lips.
You just know Zoro’s heavy weight would crush you in the most delightful way. How his broad chest would feel pressed to your, the burn that would come from wrapping your legs around his waist.
Musashi grips Sada’s cheeks between his fingers and violently thrusts, watching the tears that spring to her eyes as he steals her innocence.
And you’re no maiden by any means, but Zoro would reach depths no other person has. The outline of his cock you sneak peaks at during his workouts being more than a hint to let you know just how he would stretch you out.
Your fingers dive into your cunt, matching the erratic thrusts you can only imagine he would hammer into you.
There’s something building in Sada’s core she’s never experienced before. The feeling terrifies her as her body tenses, breath coming out in quick pants, but it’s when she meets his eye does she realize he’s driving her there.
Zoro would work you through each of your climaxes, drawing out cries and moans from you like a fiddle.
Your finger’s pick up speed, a thumb running circles along you clit, “Please.” You whine, “Please.”
“Please what?” He’d torture you, trying to see how far he could push you.
But you’d be at you limits, unashamedly begging and crying out his name. Whatever he’d want to hear if it meant getting you closer to that high. And when he was satisfied with your groveling, maybe he might let you cum.
Fingers moving in and out of you faster and faster, crooking upward to hit that spot that has your eyes rolling into the back of your head. “Zoro! Please, Zoro!” You cry, pressing down on your clit.
It hits you like a canon, the coil that snaps and spreads warmth over your body and fingers. You let out a moan that sounds like a garbled mess of Zoro’s name. The book falls against your chest, you continue to fuck yourself with you fingers, imagining how Zoro would work you through your orgasm.
Your heart is beating wildly in your chest while your cunt continues to clench rhythmically. Your free hand comes to your mouth, pretending they’re Zoro’s cum stained fingers instead of your own that are giving you that taste.
Suddenly something slams against the wall, shaking the pictures and shelves hanging, “What’s wrong!”
You gasp and swivel your neck to see Roronoa fucking Zoro standing in the doorway of your room, a sword in each hand and one between his mouth.
“Oh my god!” You cry, pulling your fingers from your pussy that’s on display, and curling yourself into a ball, luckily having left a shirt on that your able to protect some of your modesty.
“Where are they!” Zoro yells, stepping further into the room, eyes scanning from floor to ceiling.
“Zoro get out!”
His eyes shift back to yours, with an annoyed glare, “Why were you calling my name if you didn’t need help!”
Your eyes bulge out of your head. Did he not notice your fingers buried deep in your cunt? Can he not how you’re barely able to maintain your modesty?
“Leave!” You scream, picking up your book and launching it towards him, hoping to knock him in his thick head.
“Watch it.” He grumbles, ignoring your erratic behavior and catching the book easily.
“I thought you were in town!”
“Got bored.” He sheathes his swords, finally looking down at the book in his hands. Eye considerably widening when he sees the illustration on the cover. He looks back at you, focus trailing down to your legs and back to your face. You can see the gears turning in his head. Your lack of clothing, the book, your cries. A smirk grows on his lips, “Were you thinking about me?”
You could truly die of embarrassment right now, hiding your face in your hands, “What! W- Why would you think that!”
He shrugs, holding up the novel, “Because the guy on the front has a sword.”
You can’t even come up with an excuse, “Can you just leave, and we never talk about this again?” You mutter, tears filling your eyes.
“No way.” The bed shift and look up to see Zoro kneeling in front of you, “I want to see if I can live up to your imagination.”
You pull your knees closer to your body, “Zoro, what are doing?”
Zoro places a hand on your uncovered knee, the warmth spreading up your spine, “Because I think about you too.” He gently pushes your knees apart, “How could I not?”
All words are caught in your throat as your legs fall open, your wet cunt now on display as Zoro is able to finally drink in the mouthwatering sight.
He hadn’t expected this when he busted through your door, had assumed the worst that you were in trouble, and a sickening fury settled in his bones at the thought of anyone laying a finger on you. But finding you sprawled out on your bed? Shirt pushed up to reveal your tummy, hands working yourself between your legs, crying out his name.
“C’mon, tell me what you were thinking about.” Zoro’s fingers grip your knees, before running along your thighs.
You face feels like it’s on fire, matching the flame lit in your core, “You.”
Zoro’s hands shift under your knees, and pulls you flush against him, eliciting a gasp, “Me?” You give him a small nod, “What about me?”
“Zoro.” You whine, “Please.” You aren’t sure how to formulate your words, how to tell Zoro you were lewdly imagining his body rutting against yours, cock buried deep inside.
He deviously opens your book, “Maybe this could tell me.” His eyebrow raises as soon he scans the page, “Sada begged for his cock. Missing the delicious fill she had gotten a taste of down her throat the previous night. Only imaging how it would feel buried deep in her hot, tight-”
“Zoro!” You lurch forward and rip the book from his hands, tossing it across the room so he can’t get to it.
“Hey!” He cries in annoyance, “I was just getting to the good part!”
“Don’t mock me.” You hiss, although it doesn’t have much heat as you’re still laid spread out on your bed.
“Oh, come on.” He leans closer, “I wish I had some book. I’ve been making up my own dreams of you.” He presses kiss to your neck, “Your mouth around my cock, bending you over the ship’s railing, filling up your tight cunt.”
Your eyes widen at his crude and explicit words, but he’s having none of that, and pins your hands to the bed so you can’t hide.
“Oh, don’t act like some prude.” He smirks, “I’m sure there’s much worse you have bookmarked.”
You feel your body flood with embarrassment. He noticed the bookmarks?
“And what makes you think I’m thinking about you?” You try to say with as much fire as you can, but it comes out a little wobblier than you’d like.
Zoro rolls his eyes, sitting back on his heels, “Let’s cut to the chase. I want you, you want me, let’s just fuck already.”
Is it really going to be that simple? Everything you’ve wanted handed to you on a silver platter. But you suppose that’s just how Zoro is.
Not trusting your voice, you give a slight nod, and it sets him off.
Zoro tugs at your shirt, pulling you up so he can take it off fully. And then you’re laid bare while his eyes roam over your body, “Fuck.” He harshly whispers, before taking one of your breasts in his hand, running a thumb over your nipple, “You’re fucking perfect.”
You whine at the contact, Zoro’s eyes cutting to yours with a smirk on his face, “You like that don’t you?” You barely have time to think of answer before he’s taking your other nipple in his mouth, tongue lapping over and over, pulling moans from you.
And the power dynamic isn’t lost on you, as you’re withering naked underneath while he hasn’t lost a single stich of clothing. It makes your body tingle being this bare in front of him.
But wanting to even the playing field, you start pulling at the edges of his yukata, dying to reveal his scared chest and stomach you’ve been forced to drool at from afar.
Zoro snatches your hands before you can get too far, pressing them to either side of you head, “What do you think you’re doing?”
Your eyes widen, “What?” Unsure what you did wrong.
“You think you’re in charge here?” Zoro leans down to run his teeth along your neck, “You haven’t even told me what you were thinking about yet.”
“Oh.”
Zoro hums, “Tell me what it was, maybe you’ll get what you want.” Zoro slots a leg between your thighs, the rough fabric making you quiver as it rubs against your overstimulated cunt, “Now tell me what you were thinking about.”
“Your mouth.” You answer right away, not wanting to displease him, but equally as curious to fund out what would happen if you did.
“My mouth?” His lips quirk up, “Just that already has you this needy and drenched for me?” His hand cups you, fingers easily sliding between your folds, “You don’t want my fingers or my cock?” Zoro fakes a pout that looks so out of place and any other time you probably would have laughed, “They not good enough for you? Only my mouth?”
You can’t think straight, dizzy with the way his fingers are gently playing with your clit, rubbing your slickness over it. You gasp when he pinches that bundle of nerves a little too harshly, “All of it. I want all of it!”
Zoro gives you a wicked grin, “I bet you do. Already fucking your fingers, thinking it’s me.”
You frown, thinking how he just admitted to doing the same, but none the less, he’s not wrong.
Zoro returns his attention to your neck, sinking his teeth into the flesh before placing soothing kisses over each bite.
Your hands lay abandoned, with his one hand still delicately teasing you and the other gripping at your hip. But you get the distinct feeling you still don’t have permission to move them.
Zoro pulls back, meeting your needy stare, “Such a good girl.” He whispers before plunging two fingers in your heat. The stretch burning tears at your eyes, unprepared for the length and how deep even they could reach. Your hands fist at the bed sheets.
“Feel how easy I slide in?” Zoro pushes and pulls his fingers out of you.
“Yes.” You moan, your hips meeting his movements, which he allows, too captivated by the sight of your cunt suckling at his knuckles to stop you.
“Well, my cock isn’t going be the same. No matter how soaked you are.” Zoro slides in a third finger and it has you on the verge of a scream, “No, this cunt is too tight for that.”
Zoro pulls back from you, his fingers never slowing, but he leans down give you a quick swipe of his tongue before latching around your clit. He moans at the taste of you, swirling his tongue around you.
You can’t stop yourself as both of your hands bury themselves in Zoro thick hair, rolling your hips in tandem with his movements.
He pulls back, a thumb taking place of where his tongue was, “So wet.” His warm breath sending tingles up your spine, “I bet you were hoping I would come back early.”
You can barely process his words, especially when his free hand grabs at your breast, kneading it between fingers. And when he returns his mouth to your clit you swear to god you black out.
You’re not even able to hold back your orgasm, body locking up as your legs wrap around Zoro’s head, feet dig into his back.
Zoro can hear you hiccupping and whining as he continues his assault on your pussy, not letting up the ministrations of his fingers when he pulls back to get aa good look at your wrecked body. Your chest is heaving with every breath you take and there’s spit drooling down the side of your cheek.
He grins to himself at how quick he was able to work you up again. Pulling your legs off his shoulders, he crawls up your body, leaving kisses and bites along the way until he reaches your mouth.
You barely notice as he dips his tongue against yours, only noticing that you’re suddenly assaulted with taste of your own cum. You hum with your eyes closed in response.
Zoro pulls back, pleased with the small twitches your body is giving. He starts to undress, untying and ripping off everything until he’s as bare as you. His cock slaps against his stomach, and he gives it a few tugs while he looks over your naked body.
Zoro hovers over you, turning your head upward for a kiss. You seem to be a little more coherent, at least able to meet the movements of his tongue.
His hands palm either side of your waist, digging into the flesh, before turning you onto your stomach. You’re complacent as he moves you on to your knees, lifting your ass in the air and face pressed into the pillow.
He massages the globes of your ass, loving the sight of your spread cheeks. Zoro can’t help himself as he slides his cock along your wet folds. You let out a stuttered moan when he brushes your clit. He teases you for a few moments before leaning down to place a gentle kiss behind you ear, “Ready?”
You nod you head, fingers digging into the pillow underneath you, preparing yourselves. But you hear Zoro tut behind you as he interlocks his fingers with one of your hands, “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” He nips at you shoulder, and you can see his smirk out of the corner of your eye, “At first.”
You cry at his words as he pushes the head of his cock into your tight heat. Zoro lets out a string of curses, his hand gripping yours tightly. He pushes in a little further and you’re sure you’ve never been this stuffed before.
“Please.” You cry out, your legs kicking to relive some of your pent-up energy.
Zoro shushes you, “Relax. We’re halfway.” You nearly scream at thought, having to remind yourself you wanted this, you wanted to be split open by Zoro’s cock, “Good.” He praises as he slides in another inch, earning a whimper from you. “Take a deep breath, okay?” He raises back to his knees, hand rubbing your back.
You inhale deeply, “Now exhale.” When you do Zoro takes the opportunity to slide the rest of himself in, and your breath catches before coming out in little pants.
“I knew you could do it.” You feel his belt buckle digging into your thigh and his balls pressed tightly up to your clit, “I bet your cunt’s never had this much cock in it before, huh?’
You shake your head, tears leaking out of your eyes, pathetic whines escaping your mouth.
Zoro makes a sound of understanding, “No, I didn’t think so.” Before he pulls back and roughly thrusts into you.
You squeal at the harshness of it all, not prepared for the rough and deep intrusion.
He continues his fast and mean pace, “Needed me to wreck your cunt, didn’t you?” You can’t answer though, focusing on just being able to breath at this point, because it feels like his cock is in your throat with how deep it’s going.
Zoro presses harder against your back to stop your squirming, “Like you were made for me.” He trails his fingers softly along your spine, the tenderness of it making your head spin as he fucks into you, “Because I’m the only one who can fill you like this.”
You moan in affirmation.
“Say it.” Slapping your ass with a growl, “Tell me.”
“Zoro.” You moan out, “Zoro, it’s you. Fuck. Zoro-” You trail off when he hits a spot so deep inside you that you didn’t even know it existed.
Zoro lets out a cruel laugh, enjoying the fucked out look on your face as you struggle to form a sentence. He can tell your impending orgasm is getting closer, the way his cock is being gripped at tighter and tighter by your fluttering cunt.
He presses his weight into your body, his thrusts becoming shallow and more erratic. “C’mon, let me feel you cum around my cock. Can you do that for me, cum one last time?” Zoro asks frantically, feeling the tightening of his balls and clenching of his stomach.
He fits his hand under you, pressed between your body and the mattress, giving you the final push you need as his fingers circle your clit.
“Zoro!” Your body freezes before capitulating into a realm of pleasure. You babble and plead as it swamps you all at once. And Zoro meets your cries with his own moans, orgasm washing over him. You can both feel one another’s pulsating, pulling the pleasure from each other. He pants into your ear with subtle thrusts as you both ride out your waves.
You’re not sure how long you both lay there, the aftershocks making you twitch from oversensitivity, but neither wanting to pull away.
It isn’t until Zoro starts to feel himself softening that he gently pulls out of you. A slick squelch fills the room, and you groan at the feeling of emptiness he leaves behind, the clenching of your cunt already wanting to be filled up again.
Zoro collapses to your side, your head already facing him pressed into the pillow. You crack an eye to see his are closed and only your matched harsh breathing is filling the room.
But then a shit eat grin stretches across his face, “Oi,” He nudges you, turning his head to meet your stare, “Think we can find another one of those books on this island?”
notes. slightly suggestive. unedited. no naoya zen’in slander anywhere here !! if i see anyone mocking my beloved it’s ON SIGHT
GOJO will lowkey be setting you up for it. He’s an open flirt who likes teasing and being teased, so you can bet that he’ll have this in mind. He’ll plant this idea of you one time when you’re still in a stage of hesitance on skinship, but knowing Gojo, he’ll just encourage you even more. It starts with guiding your hands to his face, letting you get used to looking him in the eye for longer than three seconds before it moves to bolder moves of you leaning over to steal a quick peck from his lips.
It’s cute, innocently adorable, until you suddenly tug him by his belt. Pulled forward, Gojo’s hands immediately shoot out to flatten at the wall beside you, brows cocked at your shocked face. “I didn’t mean to do that, I swear it was a dare-”
“Who said I was complaining?”
Smirking, Gojo snickers at the embarrassment crystal clear on your face. “You can do that again,” he whispers, voice reaching barely above a heated whisper. Hands clasped with yours, Gojo helps you wrap your fingers around his tie, the knot intentionally loosened from his prediction of this moment. “But if you want a kiss next time, you can try tugging here too.”
=͟͟͞͞♡ Synopsis: the types of kisses the Hashiras love to give you
=͟͟͞͞♡ a/n: besties this was just supposed to be pure fluff with super sweet moments between y/n and the Hashiras but now here we are 🧍🏻♀️
GYOMEI
The back of your hand.
Gyomei is very much a traditional romantic
Which is why he specifically loves hand kisses because they're a very easy way to show pda without being too frisky or making you or anyone around uncomfortable. Respectful king
It’s a mannerism that can be done as courtesy, politeness, respect, admiration or devotion. it's such a diverse and gentle gesture that it honestly fits his personality best — Gyomei isn't a theatrical lover, and if anything he finds boasting a relationship is a guise of insecurity
That’s not to say he doesn’t show you off, no no he just doesn’t find it necessary to prove anything because he feels secure in your relationship. You’re his greatest blessing, the lover of his dreams, and he shows it. The kindness and patience he offers you is endless and he’s always protecting you. This man would stop at nothing to please you, and nothing or no one can stop him from laying down his life in exchange of yours. You really lucked out y/n >:(
He also does it because he usually always has his hand interlocked with yours. Like I said, The Stone Pillar isn’t big on extravagant forms of pda but that doesn’t mean he’s not affectionate, so a lot of his public displays are more like reassuring or soothing touches. For example, because he’s such a towering man, Gyomei often places you on his lap when there aren’t a any futons or seats available (but even if there is he still likes to have you curled up in the security of his embrace), he also keeps a hand on the small of your back when you’re in crowded areas to help navigate the both of you through it and to make sure you don’t get lost. Though pda isn’t very common, his love language is mostly words of affirmation and acts of service
While we’re on acts of service, this man is an absolute giver in the bedroom. His favorite position is when he’s lying flat on the bed with your body straddling him, but because of his large stature he sometimes has to place his hands on your hips to help you ride him. Your hands are shaky on his broad chest, moaning and crying in pleasure as you sink into his girthy cock, struggling to fit him inside no matter how many times you’ve made love. Your body was worn from the amount of times he's made you cum with his mouth and long digits alone, even overstimulating you a bit until your moans turned into cries. But sensing you wince in pain as you so bravely try to take him in was a sense to behold — he brushes his hand through your locks, complimenting and whispering sweet words. “You’re taking me in so well my light… you’re doing so good riding me like that” tightening his hold on your hips he helps move you, using you as his personal fleshlight until you cum all over his abdomen, the last of your strength leaving with it as you fall limply on his chest. Gently grasping your wrist, he places a passionate kiss on the back of your hand before moving his hips “try to hold on a little longer, we’re not done yet”
SANEMI
Your spine.
It only makes sense that Sanemi's favorite type of kiss is one where he can hide his flustered face
Expressing feelings is this mans actual downfall
And whenever he tries to show displays of affection he ends up doing it in such an aloof and aggressive way that it just comes off looking almost forced, especially if you're in public — but he tries each and everyday to work on it so pls be patient!!
Instead he opts to kiss your spine, so he doesn't feel overwhelmed or exposed. When it comes to pda Sanemi prefers to keep things simple and light (because if you kiss him in public he'll literally explode) so he usually only ever has his arm wrapped around your shoulder/waist or his hands interlaced with yours. Though occasionally he'll sneak in a kiss or two on the back of your neck where your spine starts as he hugs you from behind — but he only does this if you're somewhere more secluded and he's feeling needier than usual
Elaborating on that last note, it's not only his preferred place to kiss because of his shy softer side, it's his favorite because he loves taking a protective stance wrapping his arms around your waist as he pulls you into the security of his embrace — this way he acts like a protective shield so in an unexpected situation where someone attacks from behind, he's the one that'll take the hit
The Wind Pillar is an aggressive, posessive, domineering lover but he'll steal the stars and hunt down every single demon out there with his bare hands if it means keeping you safe and happy. Sanemi’s love is loud in its silence, and there’s no greater insult to him than someone questioning it. In his eyes you don't belong to him, he belongs to you.
The bedroom is where he most displays how much of him is yours. The sound of squelching and skin slapping on skin echoed throughout the room, your body was bent on all fours with your back arched and ass held high. Fresh hand prints stung your ass as your body slammed against Sanemi’s flexing torso. Your throat was parched from your loud moans and pleas of pleasure as your lover hovered behind you, his heavy balls smacking against your skin with each powerful thrust as one hand gripped your waist and the other pulled your hair for balance, "s' fuckin' good for me huh.. heh you just love being filled with my cum, don’t ya? fuckin’ slut" your walls clenched at his taunting words. Growling in pleasure he bent down, lowering himself to place a delicate kiss right on the center of your spine as he filled you once more and you came undone, "that's right baby.. s' all yours, every last drop." he cooed as his hand trailed back down between your thighs
OBANAI
Your shoulder blade.
There’s something about kissing someone’s shoulder blade that feels so intimate
It’s like declaring your raw devotion to someone without having to say anything , and actions like this are when subtlety speaks loudest — especially for Obanai
Shoulder kisses are somewhat of an earning pass as well as status for him, given that this type of affection is mostly only done between couples who've already built a strong foundation and are deeply in love. Two things the Serpent Pillar has confidently established with you
Similar to Sanemi, Obanai has a hard time displaying affection — of course, not as much as the latter but this raven-haired Hashira gets all the more finicky and shy about it. As a result he's not very into pda and at best he'll hold your hand or brush his arm with yours, but don't let that fool you! This sweet snek boi shows his love in several other ways
because he doesn't show lots of physical signs of affection in public he opts to reassure you of his feelings by buying you lots of gifts and trinkets. His gifts would range widely throughout the beginning of his courtship with you, closely observing your reaction to them until he figures out what gifts you like best. He's heavily observant and protective of you as well
While we're on the topic of being protective, most times Obanai kisses your shoulder it's usually due to one of two reasons: one of you are about to embark on a mission for a few days or he's feeling particularly possessive or jealous — in which case he'll kiss or even lightly bite your shoulder if he feels someone is being too friendly towards his lover. A jealous Obanai is a dangerous Obanai
Lifting your leg over his shoulder, Obanai gripped your waist, his nails digging crescents against your supple skin as he pounded into you relentlessly. The cruelty of his nature showing as he punished you for 'entertaining that civilian scum’ far too long for his liking. It's been hours of him edging and degrading you, pulling your hair and shooting thick ropes of cum in your abused hole — not to mention the scatter of visible marks and bites all over your body. Having edged you to another climax he abruptly stopped his movements, cold eyes glared at you as he sneeringly threatened to leave you like this, mocking you for being too ‘undeserving’ to cum. Clawing at his chest with tears in your eyes you frantically shook your head. Leaning down he licked your shoulder before sinking his teeth down and drawing blood, lapping it with his tongue he chuckled, "Beg me to stay."
MITSURI
Your lips.
Mitsuri is the Love Hashira so tbh she kisses you everywhere and anywhere she can reach and it doesn't matter who's around to see, though sometimes she might shy a bit. This sweet girl is just bursting with love to give so it’s only natural for her to display it in any way she can — and she’s does
But her favorite place to kiss you is on the lips
It's in all honesty that Mitsuri absolutely adores your body, often littering soft kisses and chanting loving praises like it's her dying mission and of course, you do your best to reciprocate every last drop of it and she can't get enough!! Pda is common and sometimes an absolute must for this strawberry-haired Hashira, whether it's feeding you some of her food, holding your hand, kissing your cheek, or clinging onto one another, she lives for it all
But to her, sharing a kiss is something done only between lovers, it marks a bold statement that the relationship she has with you is special and unique. They're sweet and gentle, a way to say "hello" "goodbye" or "I love you!"
Because Mitsuri can be generally affectionate and kind to those she deems close like the other Hashiras, a kiss on the lips is even all the more special because it's only offered and reserved to her lover. The cutest thing tho is when you catch her off guard with one, for example, if you're both walking around the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters conversing and laughing and you decide to pull her into an abrupt kiss she will MELT!!! so pls do it often!
Mitsuri's kisses come in many forms, but there's a stark difference between her usual kisses and her more private ones. Her gentle butterfly-like pecks switch to more passionate, needy ones as she parts her soft lips to glide her tongue across yours in a heated exchange of saliva and desire. She'll pull and tug at your bottom lip and even involuntarily bruise them if you reach your hand down to slide across her wet folds. Moaning into your mouth she'd pant and cry out your name when you dip a digit inside, pumping them in and out of her spongey walls, her slick on your fingers as the room fills with lewd sounds of squelching, "a-ahh y/n—!! p-please.. more..!" your other hand gropes and squeezes her bouncy breasts as your thumb rubs her swollen clit until she squirts all over your hand, kissing her once more for a job well done
RENGOKU
Your forehead.
Forehead kisses with Rengoku are x8000000
This kind of kiss is most often given to show care, affection, apology, or protection, so a forehead kiss feels like an ‘I've got you,’ or ‘you're safe here,’ kiss — it indicates the emotional closeness between ones relationship
In a deeper sense, it's like a silent declaration that he feels responsible for taking care of you and wants you to feel safe with him. It doesn't matter how strong you are, and it doesn't matter if your strength parallels that of an upper moon, he's your protecter now and forever
The pure warmth that radiates off of his plush lips can almost rival the heat of the Flame Pillars fighting style as he lovingly places a kiss on the temple of your head. It feels as if he's kissing your thoughts, ideas, and you as a being — not just a physical body
Rengoku never shies away from demonstrating his burning love for you, and how could you expect him to? He's full of passion! A man in love!! It doesn't matter if you're out in public or even in front of crowded streets, this man will gush and fret over you any chance he gets so be prepared to be pampered in as much love and adoration as possible
He also specifically has a soft spot for them because they were the first form of affection he could give you before the both of you actually started a relationship
In the bedroom, Rens favorite position is missionary and it's all due to his greedy need to memorize and etch each and every facial express he coaxes out of you as his flushed red tip kisses your core. Rutting into you he presses both your legs up against your chest to shove his girthy length in deeper, his golden eyes darken with lust as you moan and cry in pleasure. Sharp eyes dart to your flushed face wincing in discomfort at the new angle, struggling to take him in deeper and it only prompts him to move in faster, harder until his name is the only thing left floating in your pretty little fucked out head. Once your voice hitches and your walls tighten around him he'll know you’re close to climax, "hmm look at you my little flame, so pretty.. like you were meant to be filled with my cock buried deep inside you, hm?" eyes half-lidded he'd continue to tease and praise you as his hand moves down to stimulate your sex. He leans himself down to press his forehead on yours, peering into your eyes with as much love as he can muster “My life is yours y/n” his voice gently coos as his hips snap into you mercilessly, lifting his head up he places a soft kiss on your temple as you wail out in pleasure, orgasming all over his torso
MUICHIRO
Your neck.
To this lost boy, neck kisses are the epitome of affections. They signify a direct connection to passion and they're a definite way to prove that he’s your lover
By nature Muichiro is a very subtle partner and he's often in a daze or too caught up in his own head to remember to be affectionate — and to be honest, he's not the best at understanding physical forms of endearment
But that doesn't mean that he loves you any less! far from that actually. This Hashiras love language is quality time over physical displays so most tender moments between you two is through the prior, but touch-wise he's always leaning or touching you when he's around you
Whether that's lacing his slender fingers with yours, leaning his body on you, lazily looping his arm around any limb he can reach or resting his head on your lap as he stares up at the clouds — he somehow always gravitates towards you (huh maybe he is kinda set in the physical dept.) neck kisses are common because they're really easy access to him; mostly because he’s usually always draping his body against you as he nuzzles his face on the crook of your neck and subconsciously he tends to place chaste kisses on it
These special neck pecks are also very common even in public. It's one of the few forms of pda that Muichiro isn't too shy to exhibit even tho this one can be considered somewhat frisky, but it's all in genuine fondness to him and he could care less what others think because he never notices them anyways
His kisses can be soft and feather-like or rough and needy depending on his mood and in the bedroom it can vary a lot. Usually, he prefers to have you snuggly straddling his lap as his hot body rests flush against the cool headboard, snaking his arms around your waist he practically gets mesmerized by your bouncing figure, taking his veiny length in so well. His mouth latches onto your hardened nipple, he swirls his hot tongue, nibbling and sucking on your nub before letting go with a pop. Pulling your body closer to his, his buried cock twitches inside of you as he feels your chest press against him, his breathes become short and uneven, "s..shit... you're a dream y/n..ah riding me so w-well!" Nuzzling his face in the nape of your neck he bites and sucks on your neck to muffle his groans as he cums his hot seed deep inside you
SHINOBU
Your chest.
Specifically your sternum — the very middle of your chest where your heart rests
Shinobu had spent so many years forcing a smile no matter how she felt that she forgot what it was like to actually feel something stir within her, demanding begging to be set free, and at first it scared her. She's lost so much already, what if she loses someone else too? She won't be able to handle that
But whenever she saw you, heard your laugh or felt your warm touch caress her pale skin, she felt her heart start to pound, quicken, tighten, race, all things she never thought she’d feel again — and patiently you coaxed your way through her defenses to find a vulnerable, loud, glimmering love underneath
You were her heart. The one who shared theirs with her when she couldn’t bring herself to have one. So she kisses you most where yours is found, it's her own way of promising herself to you. Kisses are also frequent there because often she’s placed between the safety of your arms as she lays her head on your chest to listen to your steady heartbeat thump against her ear
When you're out in public, Shinobu is somewhat casual with her forms of pda — mostly consisting of soft caresses and small acts of service but one thing that never fails to make your heart flutter is when she kisses her index and middle to gently tap them on your chest. Indirectly giving your heart a kiss since she can't actually place one in public, all the while her lavender eyes pool with love
In the bedroom is when the Butterfly Hashira really takes flight. Her amount of attentiveness and care is unparalleled as she focus on your enjoyment, carefully watching your reactions as she skillfully treads the line between pain and pleasure. Leaving bruising colors in her wake, she'll trail pecks and kisses starting form your jaw all the way until she reaches your chest, "my my aren't we eager? hearing you whine and whimper over the smallest of touches" sighing she glides her thumb across your bottom lip "really, how shameful y/n.." Moving her head down, she continues her assault on your skin as she switches to whispering out sweet nothings and praises. Hovering above your chest she'll place a kiss right where your heart beats rapidly under her touch, all the while smiling to herself
TENGEN
Your wrist.
A pulse point — one that thumps ever so lightly against his lips
Wrist kisses can be an extremely sensitive point of the body, it elegantly depicts a sexual undertone and adoration to the receiver and can easily signal an act of loving affection or lustful neediness
This type of kiss pairs perfectly with the sensual Sound Pillar as well as contradict his flamboyance all at once. Mostly because the act itself is both a low-key gesture as it is a loud confession — but of course his fav gesture is a contradictory expression that’s both complicated and simple, something that just can’t be put into words, now that’s flashy!
Uzui is flashy with his affections and he doesn't back down from any act of pda no matter where he is or what he's doing , the bigger the better. He's often holding, caressing, kissing, or extravagantly claiming you as his lover — but really did you expect anything less? The man has 3 wives after all, each with their own handcrafted forms of pda
With this Hashira you just have to accept his pampering and praise. He lives for the moment, and how could he not show off his beloved s/o to everyone he meets? It's honestly impossible! But he'll respect your feelings if you feel like he's doing too much, just don't expect him to cut back completely
But there's something about wrapping his large hand around your forearm and placing a gentle kiss on your pulse that feels so intimate. As the giver Uzui is silently vowing his devotion to you when doing this, maroon eyes intensely focused on you — it's one of the rare times when he fully and willingly submits to you
Placing your trembling body against his broad chest and between his muscular thighs, Uzui nips and kisses the shell of your ear as he presses his throbbing cock on the curve of your ass to relieve some tension. His silky voice coos and whispers a mixture of degrading and encouraging words as he plays with your sex, overstimulating you until you come undone over and over again. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you cum all over his slender fingers for the nth time, “how flamboyant my love.. cumming all over me so shamelessly” he pulls his hand up as his other one grasps your jaw, prying it open to shove his coated digits into your mouth forcing you to taste yourself. With teary eyes, and body spasming as you’re hiccuping and babbling he smiles in satisfaction. Releasing his hold on your jaw he’ll trail his fingertips down your arm to bring your wrist to his lips, with a low chuckle he’ll press a warm kiss, "mm.. that's my good little slut" Abruptly pushing you on all fours he hovers over your marked body, his marked body. Aligning himself with your hole, he rubs his blushing tip on your entrance as his large hands caress your waist to hold you in place, “now then … let’s get started”
GIYUU
Your Palm.
Devotion, submission, or adoration?
Palm kisses are highly overlooked and honestly it's a real shame. They symbolize love from an innocent heart, like subtle ways of saying "i give you my heart" or "my life and heart are yours to do what you see fit with"
This type of kiss embodies Giyuu's devotion to you perfectly. It's known to everyone that the Water Pillar is a man of very few words, and he himself is aware of that. He knows he's not good at expressing himself but to be honest it doesn’t really matter because what he can't put into words he supplies in actions
Pda isn't very common and generally he gets too shy and flustered to be overly-affectionate in public. Intimate moments like that should only be reserved in the privacy of closed doors where he doesn't need to hold back
That doesn't mean he avoids pda but at best he only holds your hand or pecks your cheek (but that's only if no one is looking), though you have a little more leisure to show your love for him, just please don't overdo it because he might combust!!
Though kissing the palm of your hand is his most preferred act of affection it's something he saves when the both of you are completely alone or somewhere more secluded, and it's only something he does on rare occasions so the meaning behind it stays impactful — but you have a higher chance of receiving one during sex
You're at the brink of exhaustion, having cummed already for the fourth time in a row. Your body was trembling underneath Giyuu as tears streamed down your flushed cheeks. A light sheen of sweat glistned across your body as wet strands of hair clung to your forehead, at this point you couldn't take anymore. Your body was already bruised and marked, you had hand prints decorating your plump ass and a mixture of your and Giyuus cum leaking from your hole. Weakly lifting your arms up you tried pushing your lover away from you, hiccuping as you begged him to stop but all he did was soften his gaze as he gently carressed your wrist. Staring into your irises he brought your shaky hand up to his lips and placed a loving kiss on your palm, "just one more... you can do that for me, ca-ah.. can't you?"
The first time you squirt on Kento is the first time he goes down on you. He know you can do it and he found your flustered reaction at waterboarding him cute.
Even if you don’t find how much you just squirted attractive. Your man’s is throbbing and with soft words he is reassuring you, “Sweetie I love how much you came for me, you did so good riding my face till you squirted for me.”
Kento’s face is dripping wet and is a happy man. He is one of the men who prefers you squirting on his face. And after you squirt your always really sensitive so Kento always pushes his cock in slower. Just so you take your time feeling every inch of him in your over stimulated pussy.
𝔾𝕠𝕛𝕠 𝕊𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕦…
Satoru figures out you’ve never squirted before when he starts talking about how he is going to get you to. “Come on crybaby squirt on my cock already then I’ll let your little pussy have a break. You already sound so fucking wet, but I need more from you.” And this leads him to shit talking your past hook ups, whilst also praising himself.
Somehow you never squirting before give Satoru to be ruthless in overstimulating you. Since your a bit nervous you’ll never relax enough until he fucks every other thought of your of your head.
You can’t move after that first night, and you did figure out he can make you squirt. And Satoru has too much energy left over, but at least he puts it to carrying you into the bathroom.
𝕋𝕠𝕛𝕚 𝔽𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕦𝕣𝕠…
Toji gets you to squirt on his fingers casually one night. He got back from a job late in the middle of the night and had woken you up to see him. Since he knows you want to see him, your looking sexy in his shirt all sleepy. So while you are snuggled into his side he starts playing with your pussy.
His thick fingers and his dirty words, “Did ya and your sweet pussy miss me. Of course ya did listen to ya, moaning for your daddy, keep on like that and I’ll might have to fuck you.” You ended up squirting and getting embarrassed about the mess on the sofa. Which Toji doesn’t care about the sofa he just want to get you to squirt again.
Toji loves you squirting on his fingers the most. And sometimes he licks his fingers clean and sometimes you do it just depends on if he wants to taste you. Or feel your tongue around his fingers. The latter always leans to you choking on his cock and getting smothered by his balls.
𝕊𝕦𝕜𝕦𝕟𝕒…
Sukuna is intoxicated by your reactions so for once he is trying to pleasure his pet and not just chase his own pleasure. He also knows you love his true form, so it was when he had you double stuffed. His tongue from his stomach is licking your clit. Both of your nipples are being toyed with by Sukuna’s mouth hands. Whilst his bottom hands are holding onto your hips making sure you can’t get away from every trusts. This is how Sukuna gets you to squirt on his cocks.
He is confused by delighted by it, and so even though your apologizing he tells you “Shut up that was fucking hot, you’re going to do that every time we fuck. Gonna get my cocks nice and soaking wet for me like a good fucking slut. If your going to open your mouth it better be to thank me for making you feel so good.”
The next time you squirt it’s going to be on his face. He wants to drink every drop that comes squirting out of you. And then keep going till you beg him to stop.
𝔾𝕖𝕥𝕠 𝕊𝕦𝕘𝕦𝕣𝕦…
It isn’t the first time you fuck him, but more so when he starts catching feelings. And it’s more about just giving you the bare minimum so you can say he is a good lay whilst chasing his own pleasure. Now he realizes he wants to keep you around so he is worshiping your body the way you have his. Slowly but deliberately working you towards squirting with a mixture of his tongue and fingers.
Suguru loves seeing your thighs tremble and your body shake. He loves seeing the look in your eyes as you let go and give in. Just as much as he loves seeing you try and comprehend the overwhelming pleasure he is giving you. “You can handle it princess, can’t you for me? I missed you so much I want to feel you and taste you.”
Is the only one on this list who will give you a moment in between you squirting and him playing with your pussy some more. And this is because Suguru loves to take pictures of you. Especially like this looking all fucked out from just being eaten out and fingered.
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