LATE NIGHT REGRETS! - S. GOJO
BREIF. Spending a rough night at your ex's is only a one time thing—right?
WARNINGS. MDNI - 18+ content, fem!reader, p in v, creampie, overstim, kissing, groping, oral (fem rec), fingering, swearing, if you blink nipple play, cutesy love talk, both parties down bad, okay tiny bit of dirty talk, gojo being a needy whiny man.
When you broke up with Gojo a week ago, you told yourself this was the end of it. No more throwing a pity party for yourself then getting back with him, no more begging for him back, and absolutely no late-night drunk texts.
But, a week after you would've liked to differ.
"I've missed you so much."
His fingers found their way between your thighs, groping and teasing your sensitive flesh till you could hear yourself panting and writhing beneath him. "Gojo." Whining, you weakly push against his large chest, attempting to get any leverage to shove him. "Stop- stop teasing mmn- me—"
Gojo chuckles at your messily attempt, dismissing it while he leans down to whisper into your ear. Pushing your hair behind your ear softly as his hot breath sends shivers down your already curved spine.
"Don't know what you to do me, baby," Gojo breathed against your ear, his voice low and husky with desire. "Every day been thinking 'bout you."
Gojo tilts your chin up, hungry eyes on yours as he briskly moves his hand to grasp your face. "Your lips," he mutters, leaning in to sloppily kiss you slow and deliberate, saliva and tongue so messy as if to make up the lost time on your lips.
His mouth traveled down along with his hand, pressing warm kisses against your neck, making sure to press down on that one sensitive spot. The soft touch is just enough to make you shudder with pleasure. "Your neck," his voice dropped even lower.
Without missing the opportunity, his other hand palmed your breast, thumb flicking over the hardened nipple.
Moving down, Gojo's hands find their way to your waist, fingertips brushing over your stomach before attaching themselves to the side with a possessive grip. His lips now pressing a kiss there with a grin as he greedily looks up towards you. "Your stomach."
His hands slide to your thighs, his touch warm and gentle as he kissed and slightly sucked the sensitive skin. "Your pretty thighs." Now between your legs, a mischievous glint found his eyes as Gojo trailed his hand further down, still maintaining eye contact.
His hands interrupted you, skimming past slowly and lowered—lowered until they were right above your already slick pussy; pulsing for his hands that you missed so so much.
"M' favorite," He grips your thighs suddenly to push you closer to him with a smack! as you feel your bare heat against his naked lower waist. "this gorgeous pussy—"
You can't recall how this even went down. You were out grocery shopping, and of course, you ran into Gojo. One look and you knew you were both doomed, now finding yourself teleported in his bed. All you pray for is that in the future, you won't regret this, since you definitely don't currently.
Detaching the death grip from the sheets, you grip his wrist; moving him down to the place you wanted him. "Touch me, don't-don't care where n'your tou-" you gasp, being cut off by his fingers swiping up and down your wet slit.
"So wet baby, I've missed her too." Pressing a soft kiss on your clit that makes you squeal beneath his head. His fingers started pressing deeper into your gummy walls, stroking and circling until you were choking out his name.
"Fuckkk, Gojo—more, n-need more," You take ahold of his sweaty white hair, pushing him further into your sex as you ride your hips further up. "missed you, your mouth, h-hahhh—"
You feel hot air hit your cunt as he laughs, in response, thrusting two of his long fingers inside you, pumping them in and out that creates an as his thumb and mouth switch between your swollen nub.
Gojo's fingers curl further deep within you, finding that sweet spot you oh so love—stretching and filling you with his long digits in ways that made you gasp for air. "That the spot?"
"Rig- right there d'stop, ohmygoshdontstop!" Your hips grind desperately against his hand, seeking more friction, more pressure. "So greedy, fuckin' yourself against my hand." He grins, seeing your pathetic attempt to soothe the incoming orgasm that he created.
"Look at you," he purred, his blue eyes seemingly dark with lust as he watched your reactions. "So responsive, so eager for me. Made f'my touch, weren't you baby?"
He punctuated his words with a particularly rough thrust of his fingers, practically hitting your cervix. "Can't—can't anymore—s'too much," you cried out, trying to move back from him, closing your overstimulated legs.
"Not going anywhere baby," Gojo mutters with a pout, snapping your legs open and dragging your pussy back straight to his face—nose bumping into your puffy clit as he devours you, fingers curing against your walls. "Taste s'good—sweetesttt thing." The pleasure was too overwhelming as Gojo practically sucked your whole cunt out. On the border of pain, but you reveled in it.
As Gojo continued to work you over, his other hand detached from your sensitive clit that he switched in between to grip your thigh again, pulling it higher and over his shoulder to grant himself better access, legs spread like a slut, what he might say anyway.
With your leg lifted and spread wide, Gojo's fingers hit even deeper, hitting that spongy spot inside you that made you scream "M'gonna come, gonna come f'you—Gojo!" He pumped faster, harder, driving you closer to the edge with each stroke, continuously pressing against your weak spot.
"That's it, come for me," he groaned, taking pleasure from your sounds. "Show me how much you need this, how much you crave my touch, how you need me."
"Yes—yes, ngh, n-need all of you!" You shattered around his fingers, your orgasm ripping through you like a tidal wave as you cried, feeling Gojos fingers still thrusting while you rode out. Wave after wave of pure bliss crashed over you, leaving you gasping and trembling.
"You're so cute." Gojo smiled, sliding his non-busy hand up and down your waist. As you came back down from your high, he took out his dripping fingers, lifted them to his mouth, and sucked them off with a pop! before using your remaining wetness as lube to grip up and down his cock. "Taste just like how I remember."
Quietly moaning at the sensation of his thick weepy head now rubbing against your still-quivering sex, you slightly close your legs, too sensitive for another.
"Not yet," you managed to whimper, your body still humming from the aftershocks of your climax. "Give me a minute—"
Gojo chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through you. "Can't waste time with you baby. Missin' you for the whole week." With a breathy rasp, he slowly pushed inside you, inch by inch. "Fuck—fuck baby, had me missin' you s'badddd." Groaning with his head thrown back, Adam's apple seen dangerously bobbing.
The stretch was making you go stupid; making you realize how hard it was to adjust to Gojo's real size. "O-oh, feel you—feel you Gojo!" You could feel every ridge and vein of his impressive length, and it was almost too much to bear.
But when he started to move, slow and deliberate thrusts made to rebuild the fire in your belly, you forgot all about the initial discomfort. He moves his left hand to intertwine with the sweaty one beside your head, the action leading you to close your legs behind his waist, trapping him to be with your body.
Each stroke after hitting that sweet spot deeper and deeper within with a plat! plat! plat! coaxing another round of moans and pleas from your and your ex-boyfriend's lips.
Gojo's pace gradually increased, positioning his hips to an angle to grind into you deeper than before. "Always m-mine, can't- won't be apart f'you—" His voice panted out, almost in a cry. "—yours Gojo, jus-just yours!" You cried, trying to stop the urge to bow straight to his chest.
The sound of skin slapping against skin mingled with your ragged breathing and his guttural grunts, creating a nasty sloppy symphony that filled the room.
Your nails dug into his back, leaving crescent marks in their wake as you urged him on, desperate for more of his filling. "Harder," you begged, your voice hoarse with need. "Fuck me— mnghhh, want more!"
With a feral growl, Gojo complied, head thrown back in pleasure with sweat gleaming across his body, continuing to slam his length into you. "Missed your sweet pussy, need alllll of it." The force of his thrusts rocked the bed, making the headboard SLAM! continuously against the thin wall of your apartment.
"Pussy was made for me," Each stroke made your swollen nub drag against his lower waist, sending shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through your veins, warm precum sticky to the sides of your thighs. "Made for you, for your pleasure—your love, you."
Unfortunately for you, Gojo's gaze dropped to your midsection. Soon turning widened and a smile broke out to his face. There, was the unmistakable bulge of his thick cock moving inside you with each powerful rock of his hips. "Shittt baby—h-hah, am I right here?"
Without breaking his relentless pace, he reaches down from his grip on your waist to press his palm against the stretched skin, feeling the shape of his shaft sliding in and out of your clenching walls.
"Gojo, your too deep, gonna- gonna cum," Now hiccuping, you feel the pleasure that encases your body.
"Of course baby, m'here." Gojo whined, whined as if he went straight from one orgasm to the next. You feel his hot length bruise your g-spot, trying to draw out the feeling of your hot core. "All mine, allll mine—"
As both your orgasms built, Gojo leaned down to capture your lips in a messy, careless kiss. His tongue dove deep into your mouth, claiming every inch while both his hands gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises.
"Come together baby, please." He panted in your mouth, feeling the vibrations within your whole body as you nodded against him. You could feel his smile against your lips, the rough thrusts only bringing you closer together.
"Coming, Gojo, co-coming!" With one final scream from you that managed to overcome the squelching wet sound of your cunt being pounded. "S-shit, coming, bab-" Gojo cried, slamming into you one final time, burying himself to the hilt as his orgasm ripped through him.
His velvety cock pulsed and throbbed, pumping jet after jet of scorching cum deep into your womb. Your climax crashed over you in tandem, your inner muscles clamping down on Gojo's still-spurting member as you milk every last drop into your womb.
Both of you quiet for breath, heaving in the quiet room as both of your slicks run down your legs, overlapping with the preexisting cum from a few moments before, staining the otherwise clean sheets. Gojo makes no attempt to get up or move, clearly comfortable.
A minute or two, he manages to push himself to lock you between his arms, eyes dragging up from your fluttering pussy covered in a translucent sheen to your pretty face.
"So, hah—up for another?"
