18+ a self indulgent blurb becomes im currently hungover ૮(˶ㅠ︿ㅠ)ა
cw: a teeny bit of implied age gap relationship, alcohol, mention of throwing up, and lots of fluff
You swore you weren't going to drink that much. Your three-drink limit somehow became three drinks and three shots... and then some. The girls' night had quickly gone from just dinner and drinks to several bars, but Jack knew this was a very likely reality. You deserved a night off; work had been grueling, and you really didn't get to unwind after work the way you could on these nights.
When the drunk whiny texts started to come in, he knew you were gonna need a lot of water as soon as you were home.
'jackieeee bbby i mss uuu' 'wish u were hre :((' 'i wnna kiss u so bdly' 'do u miss mme?' 'jack m'so tird, caan u pcick me ups?'
What kind of boyfriend would he be to let you take an uber home? He'd actually punch himself first before letting that happen. He's sending a quick text saying he's already on his way, but he takes a few moments to set up what you need. He parks his car and heads inside the bar. Your location showed where you were, spotting you in a booth with your friends, pushing cups of water towards you. They sigh in relief, seeing Jack, there's a soft smile that tugs at his lips. Your leaning on a friend when you see him, he watches the life come back to you as gasp seeing him.
"Jackkkieee, babyyy, I misssed youuu soooo much, are you taking me home?" You whine as he's grabbing your arm to put over his shoulder and his slipping around your waist to slip you out of the booth. He can actually smell the one too many drinks on you.
"Oh yes, my darling, you are going home now," He turns to the other girls you had come with. "You ladies need a ride home too?"
Your friends are already waving him off, saying they have their own rides coming for them, but wanted to make sure you got taken care of first. Your face is tucked into his neck and chest as your arm remains hooked around his neck, body pressed snuggly against his. The room feels like it's spinning, but Jack's steady grip on you has you feel somewhat grounded.
He leads you out of the bar, tucking you securely into the passenger seat of his truck. He reaches over, cracking open the liter water bottle and placing it in your hands.
"Whole bottle better be done by the time we get home, kay?" He says sternly, but there's a hint of sweetness in his voice. You're nodding your head, still dazed as you bring the bottle to your lips. He smiles, softly brushing your hair out of your face, he leans down to kiss your cheek before hopping into the car. The entire ride home, you're rambling incoherently about how you didn't mean to get so drunk and how some random man really thought he had a chance with you just because he tried to buy you a drink.
"But then– I told him my boyfriend is a hot and sexy doctor war vet with the biggest co–"
"Alright, baby, I love you, but I'm gonna need you to focus on drinking that water because it's taking everything in me to not pull this car over." His face was warm now, and every fiber of him was burning with the need to take you right there in his car
You had a mean streak in you when you were drunk, and unwelcomed men tried to approach, but he felt so insanely turned on by how proud you were to brag about him at any given chance. Especially, when it was at the detriment of humbling another man.
One liter of water later and a short car ride home, Jack is helping you out of the car again. You're a giggling mess as you wrap your arms around his neck again, beaming up at him with a grin from ear to ear. He's doing his best to guide you into the house despite your persistent kissing all over his face. Once he's got you inside, you can feel the exhaustion creeping in. Jack's got the shower running warm, helping you strip out of your clothes. While you're busy scrubbing the day's sweat and makeup off, he heads to the kitchen to make you some toast and grabbing you a banna to help ease the nausea that will undoubtely settle in soon.
You can hear him in the kitchen. Jack had laid out your clothes on the bed for after your shower. The cotton on your skin feels so nice as you sit up on the edge of the bed, a bit dizzy. He's there the next moment, another liter of water with electrolytes this time, toast, and a banana. Meal of champions right here.
"Feeling better, hun?" He asks as he sets the plate down beside you. Jack had considered making a detour to the ED to get you an IV, but decided to save that for an inevitable hangover tomorrow.
"Feel gross, like I wanna throw up... but I won't... mama ain't raise no bitch..." You mumbled as you took bites of the toast.
Jack cooed at you, kissing your temple; a part of him relished being able to just take care of you. Acts of service were inherently part of his love language.
"You can throw up if you want, baby, you know I got you." He sat behind you, gently brushing your hair out.
The gentle run of the brush had your eyes feeling heavier, the kiss to your bare shoulder sending a shiver down your spine. You whine leaning back against his chest.
"M'tried... wanna go to bed, Jackie.."
He's got you curled up against his chest, a hand rubbing your back gently as you fall asleep. One of your hands was balling his shirt like you were afraid to let go. He held you through the night, warm body pressed against his, and the smell of your sweet cinnamon vanilla wash engulfed his senses with every breath.
In the morning, you wake with a pounding headache and shivering. There's some ibuprofen and antacids with your water from last night. The bottle is cold once more, meaning Jack stuck it back in the fridge last night before he dozed off. After finding the strength and fighting the nausea, you manage to make it into the kitchen, curtains drawn, and a fresh cup of tea and breakfast made. Jack had his back to you, so when he turned and was met with the sight of your wobbly lip and tear eyes, he couldn't help but laugh a little.
"Oh come on, baby, no cryin' on me now, what's the matter?" He's brining you into his arms and kissing your face all over.
"Jack~ you're too sweet to me..." Your whines are muffled by his shirt as you bury your face in his chest.
To be loved by Jack was to be seen. Loving you was like second nature. He'd spend the rest of your post-hangover day wrapped in each other's embrace, making it up to Jack for his practiced self-control the night before. All he wanted now was to hear those sweet babbling cries of how much you loved him.
list of different kinktober masterlists where stray kids members are included. this list is for me to keep on track with the different kinktober events taking place in the month of october.
.•:｡✧ ♡ ✧｡:•. skz kinktober part I
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♡ kinktober by @aerasx
♡ simptober (fluff version) by @skz-streamer
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♡ skz eight nights of halloween by @youtifulsunshinelixfics
♡ softtober (vanilla sex) by @whatudowhennooneseesyou
♡ monster fuck by @planet-dusk (disclaimer I don’t know if this is the official master list, but if it is not, I’ll change it)
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♡ spooktober (jisung + chan) by @boydepartment
♡ kinktober by @jinikkari
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♡ kinktober by @chanswhxre
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♡ kinktober by @jadenlix
♡ spooktober by @kaciidubs
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DESCRIPTION: toji was supportive of your career, but he hated all those disgusting creeps behind the screen who thought they had a chance with you. that’s why he needed to fuck you on stream and put them in their place.
CONTENTS: fem reader, daddy kink, degradation and praise, creampie, mating press + reverse cowboy + doggy style, jealously, possessiveness, gross men, oral (male receiving), throat fucking, masturbation, toys, overstim, a little bit of dubcon in the middle, mentions of aftercare, exhibitionism/sex on stream, rough sex, breeding, unedited
WORD COUNT: 3176
A/N: this is reposted from my old account
your eyes zoned in on the small green blinking of your webcam, the light radiating from your laptop further illuminating your room and casting a soft, ethereal glow on your body.
your boyfriend watches from the doorway as you happily chirp at the screen, a pretty smile set on your face as you begin to greet your fans. his strong arms cross over his chest as he leans on the frame. he could hear each ding from the comments popping up, viewers starting to pile into the stream, hoping to get themselves off to your body, and sending in money to make special requests all the while.
it’s not long before you’re peeling back your frilly nightgown, starting to play with your body as you begin to work yourself up. your delicate fingers pinch at your hardening nipples and grope your soft tits, breathy moans falling from your lips as your eyes closed. comments poured in more rapidly, men donating money in order to encourage you to hurry up and get to fucking yourself already. their cocks hardening painfully in their pants, toji is sure.
it disgusted him.
not that fact that you were a camgirl. of course not. in fact, toji loved your career. he liked seeing you empowered and taking a hold of your sexuality. you were a needy little thing, and he wasn’t always home to take care of you. so seeing you take things into your own hands, showing off your stunning body and pleasing yourself, all the while making extra money? it filled him with a sense of pride that he could call someone of your confidence and lasciviousness his. (he also really liked the fact that he could simply turn on one of your streams whenever he was bored or horny at work.)
what disgusted him were the filthy men behind the screen, seemingly thinking that they’re entitled to your body with the few donations that they’ve thrown at you. hungry eyes drinking you in as their hands work their cocks and keyboards. thinking that they’re qualified to give you commands on how to properly ride a dildo, or force you to show more and more of yourself on camera doing lewder and lewder things. calling you a whore or a slut, saying how much they’d like to meet up with you so they could ruin your perfect cunt.
you weren’t theirs to ruin in the first place. you were toji’s.
to toji there was nothing else more pathetic than the men who watched your streams. desperately sending in tens of hundreds of dollars just to hear their name leave your lips after a strangled “thank you for your donation”. the men who ravenously watch as you bounce on your plastic toys, eyes glued to where you connect with it, furiously wishing it was them instead. of course they couldn’t find any real women to fuck,
with them spending all their time and cash on cam websites online.
toji rolled his eyes at how someone could be so stupid as to actually thinking they’d ever get a chance to be with you.
how could they when toji had you at his beck and call? when he has you begging and pleading for him to touch you every hour of every day? when his name is the one that falls from your lips so effortlessly off camera, and his cock is the one that stretches and molds your cunt every night?
if toji were to open your stream on his phone, he knows what kind of comments he would see.
[drdrew101 sent $100]: i love seeing my whore touch herself like that
[fatdickmike_05 sent $20]: enough foreplay already show your pussy bitch
[nathan1263 sent $250]: i would love to fuck that pretty cunt. dm me to meet up, ill pay whatever the price.
[j0hnd03 sent $90]: god you’re so fucking hot
pigs. don’t they know that your body already belongs to him?
a buzzing sound snapped toji from his thoughts, and his green eyes focused back in on the scene in front of him.
you had brought out your dildo, the big black one he had bought you a while back before he had to leave on a trip. he had told you to use it to keep you company, and now it’s become the one you use on camera every friday night.
a salacious smile appeared on your face as you began sinking down on it, your knees shaking as you tried to keep supporting yourself. the smile soon disappears as your lips become occupied with spilling out whines and cries. your hands spread out on the floor to keep you stable.
[x4nd33r sent $50] my slut looks so pretty right now
[ingram850 sent $100] can’t get enough of how that whore pussy takes a big cock
you weren’t really paying attention to the comments right now, too distracted with the way toji was staring at you from the doorway. his pointed look was only fueling the fire in the pit of your stomach and making the burn and ache between your legs more unbearable.
as good as the toy inside you felt stretching you out, pressing against all your sensitive spots, and wildly buzzing against your slicks wall, you knew it could never compare with toji. you wanted nothing more to have him right now. to feel his warm skin against you and his large hands on your waist. to have his thick cock ramming in and out of you as you feel his tip push past your cervix with each thrust.
a small “please” tumbled from you, barely audible enough for the microphone to pick up, but one that toji had no problem hearing.
with a smirk toji made his way into your room, a gruff, faked pitied coo directed at you.
“awh, does my little princess need help cumming? need to take daddy’s cock?”
[harryf1990 sent $1] who the fuck is that?
[callmedaddy22 sent $50] holy shit is that bitch’s boyfriend gonna fuck her on stream?
[alexxx82 sent $5] she has a boyfriend? what the fuck i thought she was single
[daddyviktor0 sent $10] think they’d be down for a threesome?
toji chuckles as he settles behind you, your camera now showing the both of you to your viewers. he’s sure all of them are going crazy, angry at the fact that they were about to see him ruin their favorite fantasy.
his arm winds around your frame, hand wrapping around the front of your neck to lift you out of your crouched over position. your back hits his chest as your head lolls onto his shoulder, your hot whimpers tickling his neck. he brings his other hand to your chin, making you look straight forward at the laptop that’s displaying back the sight of you.
it’s lewd. the way your pretty body trembles and shakes, the way your pussy is drooling all over the dildo, the way your tits are so soft and on full display, and the way your eyes are glossed over with pleasure. toji doesn’t blame your viewers for wanting a piece of you, but that doesn’t make him hate them any less.
his hand leaves your throat to drift down to your clit, rubbing the sensitive bundle while you start to squirm and whimper against him. each circle makes your hips buck, your body feeling hotter and hotter at the sensation. tears prick your eyes as you let out a mewl, his calloused fingers rapidly pushing you towards your orgasm. pants leave you as your mind get hazier, you weren’t going to be able to hold on much longer. the coil in your stomach winding tighter and tighter as he strokes you.
“are you gonna cum, pretty thing? look at the camera while you do it. im sure it’s the closest thing these fuckers will ever get to seeing a girl finish.”
a chuckle erupts from him as he sees the angry comments pop up, making his chest rumble against your body.
he presses a soft kiss to your forehead, his fingers stopping their motions on your clit and clicking off the vibrations of the toy inside you in the next moment, ruining your orgasm and inciting a broken cry from you.
“on second thought, i don’t think you deserve to cum yet. shouldn’t we show everyone who you belong to first, princess?”
his hand gripped the toy, yanking it out of you much to your chagrin. you whined as you feel empty, upset at having your high ripped away from you for no good reason.
his strong hands settled you back into a kneeling position, before he stood up in front of you. his hands quickly worked at the hem of his sweats, pulling it down his thighs to reveal his hardened cock straining against his boxers.
“you’re gonna be a good girl and let daddy use your throat, right sweetheart?”
you nodded quickly, knowing that obeying his commands was the best way to convince him to make you cum later.
your nimble hands tugged at his boxers, dragging them down to reveal his dick. monstrous was how you’d describe it. so girthy that you had to use both your hands to fully wrap around it. littered with pretty protruding veins that you loved to feel drag in and out your walls. heavy balls full of cum that would slap against your ass with every hard thrust. the shaft was a pleasing shade of tan, but the tip was red and leaking with precum, pooling at the slit. aching to be touched and pleasured by you.
shuffling closer on your knees, you gripped the base. your pretty manicured nails wrapping around it. closing your eyes, you stuck your tongue out to kitten lick at the top. gathering and savoring the taste of his salty pre, you let out a satisfied hum.
“come on, princess. i know you can do better than that.” toji grinned as he winded his fingers into your hair. gripping the strands between his digits so he could fully maneuver your movements.
yanking forwards on the back of your head, he shoved you down to the base of his cock, the tip hitting the back of your throat and making you gag. he held you there as you coughed and spluttered, your hands now on his thighs and nails digging crescent into the skin. your nose was shoved into his pubes, the unkempt hair tickling your nose. he smelled of musk and pine and cigarette ash, overwhelming your senses though only making you more needy for him. you rubbed your thighs together as he continued to hold your head still.
saliva pooled in your mouth, coating his cock in the shiny liquid and dripping down the sides of your lips. as tears began to fill your waterline, he pulled you off of him, allowing you to catch your breath for a few moments. a string of spit connected from his cock to your lips, which you broke as you leaned forwards to take him in again.
“my little cock hungry whore. all mine.” toji growled out possessively as he gripped you harder. his chest starting to heave up and down as you sucked him off fervently. hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head, taking him to the back of your throat before sliding off and repeating the gesture. every so often, his hips would buck, forcing him further down than you could handle which made you noisily gag and splutter. the action turning the both of you on further.
[mrtimmm505 sent $200] holy fuck this is so hot
[605am sent $120] her tiny throat’s getting destroyed LOL
you forced yourself to pull off his cock, the aching between your legs getting too much to ignore.
“daddy, please…”
“please what, darling?”
“wan’ your cock.”
“oh? but you already have it in front of you, silly girl.”
“no! want you inside me. please fuck me, toji.”
“well if you insist. hmm, how should i do this. should we let the chat decide?” toji turned to the screen again with a sleazy smile on his face as he scanned the comments.
[klipss55 sent $80] have that bitch ride you!!!!!!
[donaldjames72 sent $50] fuck her doggy style!
[drdrew101 sent $300] fold her into a mating press.
“well, sweetheart?”
“all of them, any, just want you toji.” you whimpered.
toji nodded thoughtfully, seemingly going over all the options until he settled on a decision. why pick only one?
“climb on top, sweetheart.” he directed as he laid on the ground, vertical to the computer, before patting his thigh as extra encouragement.
with shaky knees you crawled over to him, swinging a leg over to get into a straddling position. you rested on his thighs, his cock standing proudly between your lap.
before you could move to sink down on it, his finger tapped your ass.
“face the other way baby, no one can see your pretty face like that.”
“oh.”
to be honest, you had already forgotten about your stream. mind too focused on toji’s cock making you feel good.
you turned around in his lap, now facing towards the camera which had a full view of your naked body, with most of toji’s body hidden behind you now except for his legs.
reverse cowgirl, one of toji’s favourites.
“alright. now ride me, angel.”
you nodded, hands splayed on his thighs as you lifted yourself up and positioned his cock at your hole. slowly, his cock entered you, inching into your walls and splitting you open.
you bit down on your lip, teeth nearly drawing blood as you tried to hold in your whine. your thighs shaked as you tried to bottom him out. he was just too big. your cunt never fully able to take him smoothly despite how many times he’s sunk into you.
you whimpered out a meek “help”, causing toji to smile.
“looks like my princess needs some help again,”
hoisting you up by your hip, he suddenly slams you down fully, filling you up to the hilt with his dick. tears pricked you at the intrusion, a sob leaving your lips. you could see the outline of him in your stomach, his cock pressing against every spot inside you and reaching to places nothing else ever could.
his hand comes down to slap against your ass. a silent command for you to start moving.
you lift your body up before letting gravity crash it back down. repeating the motion until you found a steady rhythm for yourself. it’s not long before that happens, and soon the room echos with the sound of skin against skin, your moans, toji’s grunts, and the dings of donations.
toji admired your ass as it jiggled with each bounce, letting his hands come up to massage the flesh. gripping it as he let out a growl.
“shit. you’re fucking me so good right now. who’s my good girl? only mine, fuck!”
“ah! im yours, toji. all yours.” you cry out, his cock hitter deeper as he’s now rutting up into you as well.
you feel your legs getting weaker, your pussy spasming around his cock uncontrollably as you apporach your orgasm again.
“can’t toji, wanna- wanna cum!”
noticing the way your thrusts slow and your thighs shake, toji decides it’s time to change position.
lifting you off his cock again, you let out a broken sob at having another high ruined. but his cock is in you again soon enough after he flips you around, forcing you on your knees as your ass sticks up.
one hand is planted on your hip, the other pushing your face against the cold of the floor, your tongue lolling out and dripping drool onto the wood.
toji draws back his hips, before slamming it back into you. the force makes you cry out, your nails trying to dig into the floor for stability. he does it over and over, using his grip on you to pull you back into his thrusts as well, effectively knocking the breath from your lungs.
“cum, gonna cum!” you squeal out, seconds before your cunt clamps down on him. your warm walls trying to milk his cock as black dots appear in your vision. being denied twice before made your orgasm hit you harder than usual, your head fuzzy as your toes curl up beneath you. tears fall freely from your eyes, staining your cheeks prettily as your face flusters.
your breathing is ragged as you try to catch your breath, doing so unsuccessfully as toji keeps plowing inside you, not allowing you a moment of reprieve.
“doesn’t she look so pretty when she cums, everybody?” toji teases as he looks up at the stream, admiring your fucked out face displayed on the glass.
“s’too much, daddy! i ca- hah, i can’t!” you stutter out, the overstimulation overwhelming you. it feels like your body is on fire, your veins like electricity and constantly sending sparks that melt your brain.
“what do you mean? of course you can. you’re my good girl after all.” toji praises in a condescending tone. his cock still continuing to abuse your sore pussy.
you squirm under him, your body shaking in an attempt to get away from his relentless thrusts.
“stop fucking moving, brat.” toji spits out.
he manhandles you again, easily turning your body over and bending you legs over your head. your ankles are besides your face as you’re put into a mating press.
his cock reaches deeper, hitting new angles that make you sob harder. his cock is filling you up too good, he’s all you can feel. the rough drag and fullness of him inside you, his strong grip on your limbs, and his large body towering over you.
each rut of his hips slams his waist against your ass, leaving redness all over the soft skin. your thighs are burning from the stretch and his fingers around your ankles are sure to leave bruises.
“fuck. fuck. fuck, im close. gonna breed this fucking cunt. my fucking cunt. gonna fill you up, princess. in front of all of your fans. would you like that? hm, honey?”
“yes, yes, daddy. fill me up. please i need it!”
toji’s abs flex as his balls tighten. his hot cum floods your womb, his hips stuttering as he unloads himself inside you. his grunts fill your ears as he basks in the feeling of his high. he doesn’t make a move to remove his cock from you, enjoying the warmth of your pussy around him and wanting to keep his cum plugged inside you.
you both stay like that, calming down from your post-sex haziness tangled up in eachother.
eventually toji pulls back from you, his seed leaking out from you onto the floor without him. he turns to his side, hand pressing the stop button on the stream before looking back at you.
he scoops you into his arm, taking note of how you whimper in sensitivity.
WHAT JJK CHARACTERS DO TO/FOR YOU WHEN THEY’RE BORED
GOJO: will annoy tf out of you like he’s made to be a menace to society. you’re the center of his attention and the object of his desires—it isn’t a surprise you’re his number one target when he’s come to a point where he finds himself having nothing to do. will constantly poke or meddle with your affairs, such as if you have a mission, you bet he’ll come along and be your personal cheerleader. he’ll also do the initiative to be the one to file your leave (without you knowing either) so he can take you to different locations and spoil you as much as he likes. everytime you get home from a date, you always carry two and more shopping bags of whatever your boyfriend buys for you out of boredom and simply just because.
MEGUMI: feels this extreme magnetic force when it comes to you, so when people cross paths with him, you’re always there by his side. and so whenever megumi is bored, he always finds himself playing with your hair, brushing a thumb over your cheeks, cuddling with you, playing with your fingers, or reading a book while he has your head resting on his lap—simply anything that has him touching you involved. it isn’t everyday that you and him has the time to spend quality time together due to the constant missions you’re both assigned to. so he takes the opportunity and would rather use it just to have you by his side.
ITADORI: will burst into your dorm room unexpected and suggest if you want to watch a movie. when your boyfriend gets your approval, you almost screamed when he quickly carries you in his arms, rushing you out from your room to go to his—and you bet when you entered his room he already has everything prepared. will be the sweetest guy ever, he has every snack you favor, the pillows you usually hug whenever you visit his dorm, and the blanket that has the smell of his perfume. as he gently lays you on the couch, he quickly goes in for the dvd before taking his spot next to you, holding and cuddling you like a koala with a giddy smile on his face.
NANAMI: nanami?? bored?? it’s a first time! expect him to want to stay at home and spend the day in peace all to himself—but of course, that includes you. he’ll indulge himself in the time with you around, with that, when he’s bored he’s probably out there looking for food recipes to feed you. he loves being the one to do anything for you, therefore involving himself in domestic activities such as cooking food or cleaning the house. it might be unusual for some, but it’s probably one of nanami’s love languages.
INUMAKI: he’s an adorable and playful s/o! when he’s bored, he’ll want to spend time doing new things with you. you could both try out new board games together, a new movie just came out and the reviews are fantastic? toge will take you to the cinemas in an instant! when he saw those trendy flower legos, you bet he wanted to buy those things and build them for you. plus, he would even try out your favorite hobbies with, of course, having you as his personal tutor. he just loves experimenting new things with you when he has nothing to do.
MAKI: maki loves having quality time with you. when she’s bored, she would want to cuddle with you in one of your dorms and just lay around all day. she probably wouldn’t have any specific preference with how she spends her time with you, just as long as you’re happy next to her, she’s happy with it too. at some time, she’ll want to use her free time to do extra training, therefore she goes to you so she could tell you she’d be on the field for a while incase you might go looking for her—and there’s also that tiny longing in her heart that she wishes you go with her so she could have company. when you do however, she couldn’t help but let a tiny grin form over her face as she lets out a hand for you to hold, taking you with her out on the field so you could watch her training.
YUUTA: cutie loves to follow you around like a lost puppy. just as long as he’s next to you, he’ll never get bored of anything, ever. because whenever when you’re together, he’ll most probably spend his time admiring you, holding your hand, looking at you with love in his eyes and a tiny smile on his face. when he’s bored, he’ll love to listen to you—your rants, rambles, or flaunts, anything! just as long as it’s coming from your lips, he’ll always be willing to lend an ear to listen to every word you say.
OFF THE TABLE ┊ ꒰ gojo satoru x female reader ft. nanami kento ꒱
content ༄ kinkshame gojo? gojo’s kink is being kinkshamed, exhibitionism, voyeurism, public sex, humiliation, fingering, dirty talk, spit kink, mild degradation, panty stuffing, three’s a party not a crowd, nanami is there to watch, edging, spit kink
w.c ༄ est. 6.2k
synopsis ༄ “gojo satoru’s guidebook to public sex, rule #1: getting caught will not stop me from busting a nut.”
note from satorhime ༄ staring at gojo’s pretty fingers will do this to you, i swear. i’ve been so excited to write a bit of gojo so i hope you all enjoy this guy being a public menace, don’t call the police aha. as always, reblogs and comments = kisses and hugs!!!! ♡
gojo satoru had deactivated his infinity.
no one else noticed, of course. they didn’t notice the subtle shift in the atmosphere. didn’t feel the tiny rift in the fabric of space being snapped back into place. or the defeated howl of an enemy of the six eyes kicking rocks because they’d missed the opportunity to clobber the insufferable idiot over the head. most would only realize it if they tried to strike him and the blow landed, or if he gave one of his enthusiastically unwanted hugs and you felt the warmth of his biceps enveloping you.
though you’d need a top university professor to understand even the basic science behind his inherited, limitless powers, you could never miss it.
you, an empath, also knew this meant trouble. gojo usually wore the technique like one would a warm fur coat during a blizzard. a second skin, if you may.
so yes, this definitely meant trouble.
but for who?
all sorcerers ( excluding beloved students ) operating from the tokyo and kyoto campuses have been summoned to a secure location for a meeting of utmost importance. the meeting of utmost importance? principle gakuganji’s birthday dinner at a michelin star, rooftop restaurant. you have to admit, the paid night off from exorcising curses is nice and the place is exquisitely beautiful. romantic, warm lighting illuminates dark oak tables and lush zen gardens. minimalistic, artful plates are served at a price that would make your credit card read the check and weep tears of debt.
the setting is pleasant and quiet with sorcerers you could almost call friends drinking responsibly and chatting comfortably. or it would’ve been quiet, if not for your boyfriend laughing himself hoarse at the thought of the higher-ups bribing sorcerers with a night off just to get someone to attend a party for the unlikable principle of the kyoto campus. he laughed himself into the other sorcerers ignoring him completely, so now his attention is completely on you.
needless to say, you’ve been feeling wary the entire time. you know that when he didn’t have something to stimulate that big brain of his— especially during events like this— he’s a complete hellion to society. and society, in this scenario, is always you.
oh, no.
it’s funny how you already know what he’s up to. it’s even funnier how, at first, he kept you at an arm’s length, in fear of you orbiting too close and seeing too much. now, you know things about him. sickeningly sweet details like his favorite dessert, his greatest fear, the brand of shampoo he uses.
and most importantly, his nastiest fucking kink.
gojo satoru’s guidebook to public sex, rule #1:
getting caught will not stop me from busting a nut.
Assasin Toji! who's been offered a good sum of money to kill some random college student who pissed off this old and self absorbed corporation owner. Toji has an inkling you probably rejected the man due to the sheer way he speaks about you when putting the mark on your head. 'Ungrateful ugly bitch' the owner said but Toji couldn't care less to put much thought into his next prey when she'd soon be dead.
Assasin Toji! who bumps into a pretty girl at a local grocery store who couldn't be more of his type. You didn't even take another glance at the handsome man before you excused yourself to reach for the pasta shells behind him. Truth was, you didn't want him to know you found him extremely attractive. Meanwhile he almost forgot he was here to buy a cheap razor for the scruff on his face when his mind raced with a 'how come she ain't beggin me to take her home?'
Assasin Toji! who wants to get another glimpse of you, but spots you walking out of the store with a single grocery bag in hand a little too late. 'Lost a good fuck' he shrugs the thought away as he picks up a pack of beer too.
Assasin Toji! who, hours later, is laying down with a sniper caged in his arms in the abandoned room of a beat down hotel, waiting for the girl he's supposed to kill to come out of her car like the rat of a corporation owner said she would.
Assasin Toji! who's eyes widen when he sees you, that same girl from the grocery store, get out of the car. He keeps his track on you with the weapon, wondering if he should have his fun. And he does.
Assasin Toji! who purposely misses his shot, and lets you know by barely missing your head by an inch, letting the bullet stray past your eyes and land in the wall right next you. He watches as you quickly dash into the first establishment you see. 'I'll wait for you to come out' he taunts to nobody as he keeps his eyes on the building's doors.
Assasin Toji! who notices that you found a way out of the establishment without going through the first entrance you used again after waiting three hours for you to come out and smirks. 'Good girl' he thinks in approval, finding amusement in the thrill of chasing you after you escaped him once.
Assasin Toji! who sneaks into your apartment in the middle of the night and finds that you're not there. And he chuckles because you're starting to grow on him if you're gonna keep acting this smart. Nonetheless, he going to find you.
Assasin Toji! who doesn't care about his current employer screaming at him through the cheap burner phone in his hand as he looks for a bottle of vodka. Something about a 'if you don't kill her I'll do it myself' nonesense, but Toji shrugs it off by telling him he'd be the first to get arrested due to his lack of experience and reassuring him that he'd get the job done.
Assasin Toji! who finds the hotel you've been staying at and stares at you in the middle of night as you sleep soundly, unaware of the presence of your hitman right next to you.
He watches you for a couple of minutes, cocking his head to the side when it seems like you're about to wake up, but relaxes when instead you mutter something along the lines of, 'like I'd want an arrogant old prune like you' and let a small drop of drool wet your cheek when you hug your pillow even tighter.
Assasin Toji! who leaves a note on your nightstand for you to wake up to, written in black ink with a heart at the end.
'Got ya sweetheart'
Assasin Toji! who watches you on his phone from the camera he bugged into your room as you roll your eyes and rip the paper in two. He applauds you for trying to escape him again as you pack your bags again, but it's a lost cause when he's put a tracking chip in your backpack.
Assasin Toji! who's smile fades when he checks to see your location on his phone and sees that your tracker isn't working anymore. 'What the fuck' he genuinely thinks, kind of annoyed that you've outsmarted him again.
Assasin Toji! who wakes up to someone knocking at his hotel door rather loudly and his eyes almost fall out of their sockets when its you right in front of him, glaring at him.
'You're a bad mercenary' is the first thing you say, avoiding the way his arms flex when he grabs the doorframe from above.
'Could'a killed ya in your sleep.' He crones as he leans down a bit to be at eye leve with you, 'Thought the note would have let ya know that.'
You crossed your arms over each other as you puffed your cheeks at him, 'Is it because of that weird old guy I didn't wanna date?'
Assasin Toji! who completely invades your personal space and whispers right on top of your lips with a smirk on his face, 'bingo.'
You didn't seem affected aside from the slight obvious heat on your cheeks, but you rolled your eyes, 'all I did was say no.'
'Didn't sound like a simple no when you were sleep talkin' He sings a bit to you
'He was rubbing his old man hands on my thighs!' you countered, annoyed at the situation
Assasin Toji! who shrugs his shoulders and simply says, 'and now it looks like I'm gettin' payed to strangle that pretty neck of yours'
'you already had the chance to do that when I was sleeping' you deadpanned, unamused.
'and now you're givin' me another chance' he drawls in a stupidly cocky way
You squint your eyes at him, 'then do it.'
'ooh, askin me to rough ya up before even knowin my name' He teases
'you're impossible'
'you're stupid for knockin on your hitman's door sweetheart.'
You send him a glare, 'I have a poly sci exam next week to study for and avoiding you has taken up my entire week. I'd kind of like to get this over with.'
Assasin Toji! who brings up his phone to show a photo of you asleep from the other night and clicks the send button, which confuses you.
'why-'
'told him i just killed ya'
You took a step back, unsure of what was about to happen but he showed you his phone again as it vibrated, a five million dollar transaction had just been made to his account.
Before you could take another step away Assasin Toji! pushed himself off of the doorframe and took out a gun, turning it in his hand as he observed it.
'I'll make it look like he blew his own brains out if ya wear that cute pink dress ya got in your closet f'me. Got a couple million leftover to spend on treats for ya.'
Assasin Toji! who's now watching you walk in front of him in that pink dress he wanted on you as he lets you pave the way to a five star restaurant he liked. And he'd be lying if he said the attitude you'd been giving him so far didn't turn him on.
After all, you couldn't hide the blush on your cheeks when he showed up at your door, sleazy smile and all with a bouquet of roses in hand.
And he didn't miss the way you easily let him hold you as a safety precaution from bumping into anyone or anything.
'Get a hundred f'me on that test of yours you told me about and I'll marry ya.'
SUGARSTREAM ♡ ┊꒰ gojo satoru x female reader ꒱
content ༄ minors do not interact ᥫ᭡ camgirl!reader, fanboy!gojo, virgin killer!gojo, cherry chasing, sex toys, anal play, candy play, virgin kink, corruption, teasing, cum play, age gap (gojo is 33, reader is in 20s) fingering, masturbation, cunnilingus, condoms to unprotected sex, sprinkle of dumbification, praise, orgasm control.
w.c ༄ est. 9.2k
note from satorhime ༄ i got the idea for a camgirl au from an old request that i can't find in my inbox now but i hope you enjoy reading this. ♡ : · • rbs and comments are appreciated and loved!
gojo satoru has a big sweet tooth.
he can always be seen ordering a frappuccino with five pumps of caramel syrup and extra whipped cream at starbucks, showing up to morning training with an entire platter of chocolate dipped berries, or suckling a tootsie pop with obscenely inappropriate noises during important meetings because the components in sugar stimulates his brain, giving the right amount of rush someone like him needs to keep sane.
his credit card is most swiped at sweet shoppes and random souvenir stands that sell his favorite melon sugar cubes, or the zunda and cream kikufuku he likes so much.
because his appetite for the sweeter things in life is insatiable.
that's why it isn't a surprise he developed a craving for you. he's always had a greedy taste for doe-eyed young women and you happened to be exactly his type. saccharine smile, giggly laugh, and a head full of bubblegum. ijichi kiyotaka's sweet little apprentice who skipped through the halls eating strawberry hi-chews for lunch instead of proper meals, wearing tiny little skirts and rootbeer flavored lip gloss just to torment gojo into wanting to lick it onto his tastebuds.
pure and lovely, you've become his favorite sugar rush.
and with the help of pop culture and social media, he can have a sample before he finally buys the product.
RECENT TWEET FROM @xoyoursweetenerxo: i'll be streaming in 10 mins wearing new lingerie! come take a peek at pixelme.jp/sweetener <333
that's the alert that begins gojo's unraveling, rolling into his notification center. his heart kicks up an irritating notch when he flips his phone over in his hand and reads your username on the screen. he can feel the curious eyes of his three former students on his back as they trail him down the hall, but he has tunnel vision and cotton ears, their incessant chatter echoing in one ear and out the other.
"gojo-sensei, did you hear anything i just said?" megumi snaps, his annoyed tone barely registering.
"i heard a rumor that he finally has a girlfriend now, that's why he's always so distracted," nobara gossips into yuuji's ear, the two casting a long, knowing glance at their mentor.
"so it's like that?"
"it's like that."
"what were you saying?" gojo asks distractedly, lifting one side of his blindfold to unlock his phone, bringing up the twitter app. his main account loads first and he spares a single glance to nanami's weekend vacation update, two for tsukumo straddling her motorbike in hokkaido, and none for aoi ranting about takada's dating rumors at the top of his timeline.
he never hears megumi's reply because he's too busy switching to his private account, an empty lurker with a black photo. eager to click your profile.
tonight's stream invitation is pinned at the top, decorated with pink hearts but he ignores that for now. making sure to hold his phone at an angle his nosy ass kids can't peek at, a long pale finger swipes up to bring the scroll down to a spam of grwm selfies you just posted, a ritual before your streams. you're cute as a button in each one, but it's the last one— on hands and knees, ass pointed to the camera—that makes him groan, the sound covered up by an exaggerated sneeze.
"um, gross!" nobara screeches at him, folding her arms and leaning away. "you sounded like a middle aged dad."
satoru stops his long stride suddenly, masking his irritation by reaching into his pocket for his wallet, flipping the leather open for a spare credit card. he hands it to kugisaki with a pat on her head, grinning when she slaps his hand down and pockets his card without question.
"you know what? mission’s canceled for tonight!" he cheers, already heading in the opposite direction, shooting finger guns. he's eager to get away from his kids and to his office where he can concentrate on your stream. "go out without me and have fun!"
he waves off their confused looks, disappearing in a flash. attention glued to his phone like a teenaged boy. the sorcerer feels his cock twitch to life in his pants the longer he stares at your picture. you're wearing a skater dress that barely covers your plump ass, giving your twitter followers a tease of soft skin and cute stretch marks on the back of your thighs.
he knows that if he wants to see more, like the devastating visual of your slit spread around your favorite dildo, he'll have to join the stream and tip up.
not many people know about your other life. the angel who brings in sponge cake and iced coffee each morning to gojo, who shyly refuses to meet his stare whenever he walks into the room, unable to stand the intensity of his flirtations, is a camgirl with views high enough to land you in the top rated tab. people tipped you good and in return, you let them control your pleasure.
and gojo satoru is your biggest fan.
he hadn't been stalking when he found out. he'd just been passing by one of the staff rooms with the intention of terrorizing ijichi and found you instead, boldly streaming from your phone, whispering i bought my first vibrator! should i try it at work?
those annoying hot girls in your area, click for more! ads weren't needed because gojo had never made an account so fast.
and if he tuned into your grainy stream from his office, cock shamelessly fisted in his hand as he watched you push your panties to the side, phone camera positioned in an upskirt shot of you struggling to fit the small, vibrating toy inside your tight little cunt? mind your business.
he unlocks the door to his office now, shutting himself in before he clicks the streaming link, letting his phone redirect to the site so he can log in.
username: honoredone89
password: hollowedout28
"is the stream stable? hi, welcome! we'll get started soon."
the sound of your airy, girlish voice rings out from his phone as he falls into a leather lounge chair. you're streaming from your room this evening, dressed in frilly and frothy lingerie and a pair of lacy thigh highs, sitting up on your knees on a bed draped in a white gossamer canopy.
rosy led lights wash out the pretty tone of your skin in a soft pink glow, selling your sweet and innocent image. gojo figures that's why you're so popular— you feed right into their desires to turn out girls like you, drawing them in like worker bees to honey.
"how's my apprenticeship? it's going so good, thank you!" you answer a comment from one of your regulars, waving shyly at the viewers pouring into the virtual room.
"this won't be a long stream since i have to wake up early tomorrow, but..." you prattle on, leaning forward to check the viewer count. gojo's attention is drawn to the plump swell of your breasts in your bralette. god, he wants to run his lips all over the lace so bad; tonguing and biting over your nipples through the flimsy fabric until they're bitten raw. "while we wait for more to join, what did you boys do today-"
"ah, shoot. i almost forgot!" you gasp, twisting around to lean out of the canopy; opening the drawer on the nightstand.
as you rummage around, bent over, you accidentally allow your fans to admire the panties you're wearing. crotchless and lacy, the clips of a garter attached to your stockings. the backshot gives him a perfect peek at the shadowed seam of your pussy too, the little scraps of fabric on the front kissing your clit.
but more importantly, he can see the heart-shaped glass plug buried in the dip of your ass.
oh. well, when did you get that?
his tastebuds water, sweet tooth waking up for cravings. a quick decision made that he will stop holding himself back and get a taste of you, that he will be the end to your innocence.
in2feet chatted:
this is boring hurry up and get naked
nakedman chatted:
location? i'd fuck your ass so good kitten
it was obviously unintentional because your look of ditzy confusion is too cute when you turn around with the matching dildo, shaped like a sailor moon wand. but it ends up being the perfect way to begin your stream— tips roll in without prompting, chat pinging with comments.
"hehe, what are you guys- o-oh.." your question ends in a small sigh that makes his cock throb in his slacks. the air feels stagnant and warm in his office so he drags his blindfold down, unbuttoning the high collar of his jacket. you settled back on the bed too fast, the glass flare of the plug in your ass shifting, pushing a little deeper, twinging an unfamiliar lurch in your tummy. "t-to be honest, i've never used a plug before so it hurts a bit."
a young starlet improvising on a mistake, you lift the wand to your lips. pastel pink tongue peeking out to wet the tip as you blink innocently at the cam. "can i put this in the other hole to distract myself from the pain?"
gojo can feel his brain rotting down to the stems.
you settle against the cloudbank of pillows, bringing your laptop a little closer to finish setting up and check the time. "before i start, i want to remind everyone that i'll only take requests from the highest tipper tonight!"
"you guys are so sweet!" the sound of the tip bell and chat alerts fill the volume of your room, drowning out your voice. lewd requests and thirsty comments begin to chime in, begging for you to remove your bra, show your pussy, play with the plug in your ass.
you have these men wrapped around your little finger, even though their hearts will be cashed out for real coins at the end of the night.
tittystan (★ tip) chatted:
play with those pretty tits for us pls
"is this okay?" your impatient thumb rubs over a clothed nipple, shivering at the touch. more tips fumble in and gojo can see you build the confidence you need to push your bralette down, tucking it under the curve of your breasts so they spill right out.
fuck... he can't help but imagine his large digits replacing yours, dragging the calloused pads of his thumbs over your nipples until you cry and his thirsty ass can drink up your tears.
satoru shifts, leaning back in his barcelona chair as he reaches down to press the heel of his palm to the swelling bulge of his cock at the same time you squeeze one of the fleshy globes into your hand, a soft whine whistling past your clenched teeth.
jacker82 (★ tip) tipped 250 hearts and chatted:
fuck yourself on the dildo alr!
you nod at the comment, opening your legs a bit only to snap them shut a heartbeat later. "i-i'm sorry, i'm so nervous tonight!" your teeth chew against your bottom lip as encouraging comments ring in your chat, words of praises that urges you to go further.
posessiveness burns green through his veins at the comments from other men, but he knows how to take what he wants and right now, what he wants is your attention only on him.
honoredone89 chatted:
don't be nervous. i'm with you.
honoredone89 chatted:
go on and open up for me.
gojo doesn't miss the glow of arousal in your eyes as you read his comment, your heart beating faster than it ever has. honoredone89... you missed seeing his comments on your streams. he felt more like a collaborator, unafraid to poke, prod, tease. the way he talks shit at you leaves you soaked and whining each time, wondering who he is; crying into your pillow whenever he'd toss down five hundred to make you cum, then throw down another five to switch up and edge you at the last minute. want me to change my mind, angel? he'd chat out and you could almost taste his smirk.
you would be lying if you said that your little crush on this anonymous person had nothing to do with him reminding you of the white-haired fox you were instantly drawn to at the start of your apprenticeship. honoredone89 could very well be one of those creeps that records cam shows to reupload to shady porn sites or a catfish. after all, his profile picture is the lower half of a (really fucking gorgeous) mirror selfie. but considering that a man like the actual satoru wouldn't return your silly, growing affections, you're fine with cosplaying.
"o-okay, sorry," you obey him so easily, parting your knees, finally giving your fans a view of your pretty pussy in those crotchless panties. gojo should be ashamed, but he groans at the sight. you sigh as the cool air breezes over feverish skin, cooling the wetness clinging to your folds. it's why your fans love you so much— so wet during streams, no need for lube when your cute little pussy drools out the sweetest nectar no one has had the pleasure of tasting.
"look at you, sweet girl. you got any idea what you do to me?" you've barely shown anything and he feels like losing his fucking mind.
satoru should feel guilty for what he does next, but his conscious is crystal clear. mind blank and too fucking horny to think about propriety, he unbuttons his slacks. fishes his cock out to squeeze at the base, relieving some of the ache. his balls jump desperately as you slide the glass toy between your legs on the screen.
then his phone pings with a notif the moment you press the tip to your clit— a text from megumi dropping down, covering his view of the torturous circles you rub around the swelling nub. a swipe further down and you prod it against your entrance, panting out a low whine that knocks the wind out of gojo's chest, ears ringing.
"p-please let me put it inside!" you cry to the chat, noises so pretty. you'll sound even prettier when you're under him, squirming and pleading for him to fuck you until you live only for the feeling of his cock.
gojo's summer blue eyes scan over the message from megumi, ensuring his kids aren't in danger while he fucks himself off. he chokes off breathy groans so he can hear your moans, rubbing the rough pad of his thumb over the tip of his cock. muscles in his stomach twitching in pleasure as he nudges it inside the slit so clear, watery precum dribbles past his fingers to spill down the long length of his cock.
user20180407 chatted:
fuck yourself already i'm so hard!
instead of gojo replying to an annoyed megumi complaining about having to go to a pachinko parlor (yuuji's idea, no doubt) with the others, he taps the tip button before he can stop himself.
honoredone89 (★ tip) tipped 1050 hearts
honoredone89 (★ tip) chatted:
just your fingers tonight, sweet girl.
"c-can i put them inside?" is your immediate answer.
honoredone89 (★ tip) chatted:
nope, don't think i want you to do that.
the unhappy comments from your other viewers almost gives him more pleasure than the feeling of his palm rubbing out his cock in rough strokes.
"okay, thank you, sir," you tuck in with a soft smile. he knows you're thanking him for the fat wad of cash in your tip jar, not him snatching away your pleasure, but the sound of the honorific from your lips sends a zip of arousal straight down his spine. the way he fucks into his hand is messy now, dragging his hand up and down his dick. precum coating his fingers white, dripping onto his slacks. "thank you for letting me touch my clit."
he's your highest tipper and your pleasure is always in the hands of your tip jar. setting the toy aside with the hope he'll let you use it later, you open your legs until your knees touch the sheets, joints in your hips aching. reaching fingers to the opening in your panties. you're so soaked, pretty lace all darkened in spots. you spread your folds, circling your clit with two fingers.
"oooh, o-oh.. it's not enough, please let me-"
"hope y'r this greedy when i feed you my cock, princess, fuck. gonna... give you what you need soon, don't worry," he promises to empty air, sweating hard beneath his jacket with his hand tight around his cock. imagining that he's got you right here in his office, fucking up into your pussy as you struggle to bounce on him. on the phone, his speaker rings with your frustrated whines. your thighs tremble as you rub your clit too fast, making it sore.
a few attempt to match his price and tip him out, wanting control over your delicious pleasure; wanting you to use the dildo so they can imagine the little toy is their cocks. but unlike the cheap fucks swarming around your chat, the black metal of his bank card is limitless. there's no one that can stop him from blowing hot cash on an even hotter girl so he does. doubling your tips, tripling it down each time.
the sorcerer has plans that won't be ruined by old men escaping nagging wives and stressful jobs by twisting their dicks to the moans of pretty girls.
at the end of the night, he plans on adding another maraschino cherry to the top of his ice cream sundae.
but that all depends on you.
now when did he close his eyes? on his screen, gojo almost misses it. the prettiest sight.
"c-can i cum, sir?" you simper to your fans, to him. "fuck me. it.. it's right there. please say yes, please please!" circling the pad of your finger under the hood of your clit where you're most sensitive at, you slide a hand up your body to squeeze one of your breasts. a soft gasp pushing out to join the squish of your fingers rubbing through the wet between your thighs.
honoredone89 (★ tip) tipped 2000 hearts!
user20221030 chatted:
this rich fuck is so annoying stop hogging!
gojo sounds like a maniac when he tosses his head and howls at the comment, unrestrained laughs choking off into a deep moan when he strokes down and squeezes the base of his cock. fighting off his orgasm for a torturous edge to himself.
honoredone89 (★ tip) chatted:
since you can't hold it, go on and show everyone how pretty you are when you cum.
"yu-yes, sir!"
gojo wasn't lying. even the lagging connection to your stream can't dim the beauty you are when you reach your high. it burns a hole into his brain, tearing shivers down his spine as he watches the band snap as soon as you answer his comment. it's real, but you make it pretty, arching off the bed, thrashing, clamping your thighs together as you cum with strained whimpers.
reluctantly, he takes his wet cock and tucks himself away, hissing as the sensitive head presses against the zipper of his slacks.
"did you guys cum too?" you're asking shyly, ready to end your livestream. gojo cleans his hand on his blindfold with a snort at the viewers complimenting your show.
user203020 chatted:
u need to block that rich dude.
it's unfair. not coming back until u do
cyberme chatted:
so hot, kitten. see you next time!
tittystan chatted:
don't go babe i didn't get to cum yet :c
sitting up, you wrap your arms around your legs, chin resting atop your knees. your body still trembles with the aftershocks of your little orgasm, but you pull the laptop closer with a blissfully tired smile to answer questions, goodnight wishes, and thank your viewers for their support.
"thank you so much! if you have ideas for my next stream, leave a reply on twitter," you say distractedly, tapping on your laptop.
gojo's phone buzzes with a notification shortly after and he's not surprised that it's a message sent to his account on the cam site.
xoyoursweetenerxo ♡ :
hi >< you were my highest tipper!!!
do you have any requests for me?
is what the message reads and gojo wears a big smirk as the cards deal a lucky hand just for him. he cradles his phone in both hands as long fingers fly over the keyboard to reply.
no more time wasted after he's blown away hours, weeks, months on the chase for you.
honoredone89:
you know what? i think i do!
honoredone89 is typing . . .
honoredone89:
open your door for me.
404 error: this livestream has ended!
somehow, that leads to gojo satoru standing in the middle of your room at jujutsu tech.
you'd barely had time to fix your lingerie and clear the smudges of your lipstick before a familiar rap of knuckles was at your door— the same rhythm gojo knocks against your desk each morning to get your attention.
he looks out of place standing in the frills of your pink wonderland, led lights turning pure white hair the color of blush as he glances around at your bishoujo figurines, sanrio plushies, and special edition manga volumes.
"cute," he comments with an amused smile and points, your cheeks warming as you follow his line of vision to the sailor moon dildo sitting on your sheets, forgotten. "where's the other one?"
"h-how did you know..."
"still inside you, i take it?"
"h-how!" your reaction is adorable, different now that you're in front of him. fiddling with the ribbons of your robe, unable to watch his gemstone blue eyes darken to a deep pit of arousal when you nod.
with the feeling of a hare caught in a trap, you watch as he crosses the tiny space to stand in front of you. crowding you against the kitchenette with his imposing six foot three stature. though you want to shrink away, there is something about him that beckons you closer like the limitless, making you want to stay close to him and soak up more of his attention.
"ah, um- i bought these for you earlier today!" you blurt out to him in a hurried whisper, scrambling to reach for the decorated jar of lollipops you intended to gift to him tomorrow. "there's cream, melon, cotton candy, there's matcha too because i know you like-"
"you scared of me?" he wonders, but he accepts your distraction, plucking a cherry-flavored lollipop for himself, amused.
"no!"
he's very attractive without his blindfold, snowy peaks of hair sitting wild over his forehead. you watch as he unwraps the treat, tasting it for the first time like he's tasting you, his tongue working around it; swirling and licking it obscenely on purpose. waiting for that shift, the shameful press of your thighs even though you just had an orgasm. falling for it, you shyly avert your gaze and gojo fights down a smirk.
"there's no need to be nervous, you know," he soothes, hooking a finger under your chin. the deep croon of his voice curls down your spine, bubbling hot desire in your tummy. "i'm right here with you."
"i-i'm not nervous!" you say, wanting to reassure him that he is welcome even though a small voice tells you to run.
after all, haven't you heard the rumors about him?
compliment him in any busy ladies room and you'll summon rumors that gojo satoru picks cherries like a farmer. that gojo satoru fucks girls high in his penthouse, only to drop them low when he ushers them to the elevator hours later. that gojo satoru—
i don't believe it, and your naive schoolgirl crush on him bats those thoughts away.
"obviously a camgirl wouldn't be nervous, silly me," he nods, tone light and teasing. he tilts his head to the side as he reaches for you, thumb easing your silk robe apart. sensual as he pushes it off your shoulder, a shiver rolling down your spine. "did you mean what you said?"
"what do you mean?"
"in your stream," he hums, skimming up the curve of your neck. fingernails scraping lightly over your pulse, and his cock aches at the strangled sound you make. "when you begged me to touch you, fuck you. did you mean what you said, sweet girl?"
"the tipper... honoredone89..."
"was me, yes," he points to himself, smiling. it takes a little while for realization to dawn and he thinks you're too sweet. god, after he finishes breaking in your cunt, he wants to protect you from men like him for the rest of his life. only after, though. "expecting someone uglier?"
where you should feel mortification, you feel sticky and full of attraction for the older man in front of you. how many times did you fuck yourself on two fingers while watching couples on cam, imagining gojo was there and pressing your legs to your chest while he fucked the inexperience right out of you? how many times did you wish that snarky regular on your streams was actually him?
"g-gojo?" you call softly, peeking up at him through thick fans of lashes. twiddling your fingers together in a gesture so fucking cute, it makes his stomach churn. "can i ask you something?"
"hmm? go ahead."
"how many virgins have you fucked?"
"why? you wanna be my one and only?" he teases, a mocking grin set on his lips. "you're really a virgin... too sweet."
"i didn't say that! i.. it's the reason i started streaming. to learn more! it’s an experiment because i don't know how to make someone else feel good." you're babbling, the words rushing out too quickly as you fidget and grip the hem of your robe, looking down to avoid his eyes. "will you teach me?”
“if i teach you, don’t think i’ll go easy on you,” his grin is wicked before he reaches down to ruffle your hair, as if you’re a precious little gem to him. “it’s nothing to be ashamed of, sweetness. it just means i’ll really have to put my back into it!”
putting his back into it means fucking you absolutely dumb, but you don't need to know that yet.
the way he looks at you is an awakening. with a little burst of confidence, you make your own decision; burying your fingers into the collar of his jacket, bringing him down for your first kiss. it's a little awkward with the stick of lollipop in his mouth and your inexperience, teeth and stiff lips until he takes the lead. his lips feel like clouds and you want them everywhere, want to kiss him forever. sink his soft groans into your skin, keep the taste of candy flavored spit on your tongue for the rest of your days as he licks into your mouth, coaxing feelings out of you you've never felt before; kissing you into dizziness.
"please," you pull away, eyes begging— he only needs to be told once.
he takes it in stride, smirking around the stick of lollipop. he draws his hand down, fingers sliding under your bralette to toy with the doughy skin of your breast, rolling a nipple between two pads until the bud pebbles under his touch.
then his path switches, traveling lower and you know exactly where his hand is going. heart fluttering wildly, you whine and nervously press closer to him, hiding your face against the front of his jacket.
but you weren't stopping him, you didn't want to. curiosity coaxes your desire for gojo satoru out of its shell. the entire reason you started exploring the world of porn and cam shows, frustration and curiosity. most women your age had bloomed and blossomed. they were experienced while you felt left behind. never been taken on a date, never been kissed, never been fucked.
a clean slate for the taking.
"i wonder why you're so pretty, hm? been torturing me for months, sweet thing," gojo nudges your feet apart, tongue pushing out the lollipop for one last suck, his lips star candy pink. making you want to kiss him again. "want to taste you instead."
"you mean..."
"don't worry, i'll take good care of you," he gently plucks your hands from his jacket, lowering his lithe body to the floor in a fluid motion. he props one of your thighs over his shoulder, shamelessly spreading your pussy open for him.
cheeks heated, the sight of gojo staring between your legs with a ravenous glint in his eye is too much. your hands fly over your eyes, but he's not having it; reaching up to snatch them down. "good girls keep their eyes open, don't they? how will you learn?"
he hasn't even touched you and yet, lust buzzes an ache between your hips that is driving you crazy.
"good girls deserve to know what it looks like, what it feels like to have me right here,” he continues and leans in to press a trail of kisses to your inner thigh. nips and marks along the fleshiest parts, chuckling at your quiet yips. he slides a thumb between your folds, splitting them to play with your clit. you feel like falling as he circles between your thighs, a gasp hiccupping at the base of your throat before you choke it off.
"g-gojo-"
he builds the anticipation. getting you used to the motion of something familiar before he opens your pussy for business— the sweetest dessert all for him before the main course. "so what do you think? gonna let me taste how sweet this pussy is, angel?"
"what if you don't like the taste?" you hesitate, hand slipping into the milky clouds of his hair. "i-i heard that happens."
"trying to keep it all to yourself?" he teases, eyes shining as he crooks a smile at you. he indulges you with another feathery kiss to your thigh, his hand on your hip, caressing the skin lightly. "there's no way i won't like the taste of you. not when i have this-"
before you know it, he presses something warm and sticky to your clit, replacing his finger. when you realize just what it is, you whimper loudly.
"oh, oh god. y-you're supposed to use your fingers-" you point out halfheartedly. gojo drags the sugary ball of the lollipop against your clit in tantalizing swirls, smearing the sticky cherry syrup across your pussy and mixing it with your own juices.
"i'll clean up after myself, sweet thing," he reassures, nose pressed to the soft curls at your mound, breathing in your heady scent before he tips his head forward to taste you. this is his favorite part- the possessive feeling in his chest once a virgin is on his tongue, knowing he's the first one to look up and see heaven above him. to hear your soft whimpers and feel the unsure tremble of your thighs.
"how does it feel? you like it?" he asks, kissing your clit with a gentle suck that tightens the muscles in your tummy. he licks against you with skill, tongue a warm wetness over your clit. the feeling gojo pulls from you is all new, butterflies between your hipbones as your cunt flutters around emptiness.
"i think i like it, sir. i-it's so-" you whine, the honorific a slip up. ashamed to talk filth to a man you're assigned to bring oversweetened coffee to every morning. it's so easy talking to the men behind your camera. they're blank faces that pay for a performance and to be soaked in the right words. in person, in front of the man who brings you alive, your tongue is tied up in the heat he licks into your throbbing pussy.
"sir, huh?" you can feel his grin spread along your lower lips, his chuckle vibrating against your skin. he stiffens his tongue for a harder lick, quick flits that bathes your clit in bubbly spit, burning pleasure into your nerves that drives you to tears.
gojo's fingers press bruises into your squishy thighs, locking you in his strong hold. he trails the syrupy sphere of the sucker down to your drooling little hole, nudging until he slowly works the candy up into your pussy at the same time he sucks your clit back into his mouth.
you choke out a wet sob, your hands pushing at his shoulders. squirming and trembling, plush walls clamping down around the hard ball of the lollipop with a wince as he fucks it in slow, his eyes focused on the way your walls slurps it inside.
nothing could have prepared you for gojo satoru fucking you with a piece of candy.
"bet your fans would love to see this," he muses, releasing your puffy clit with a shameful pop, a trail of spit and slick connecting you to the sorcerer's chin. "you can barely handle a piece of candy. look at this cute little pussy struggling to take it."
he can't hide his arousal when you taste this good, smacking and slurping like his last meal on earth is between your legs. you release a frustrated whine when he removes the candy, but he appeases you with his tongue— dragging the pink muscle down to curl it into your pussy, the squishy feeling of it making you squeak and grip the edge of the counter behind you.
gojo mumbles a deep groan, tastes so fucking sweet, curling his tongue in and out of you languidly, your squeaks tapering off into breathy pants. he's running out of patience, your noises shooting straight to his leaking cock, but he's determined not to rush. he wants to savor your first time. savor the sweet taste of sugar combined with the earthy flavor of you.
he has to make it good so you remember him after you inevitably come to your senses and make him leave before he breaks your heart.
his palm moves up and lands on your breast, squeezing too hard but you whine for the twinge of pain, placing your hands over his larger one. you hold him like a lifeline as he makes good on his promise of cleaning you all up— drinking down every little drop of candy coated slick until you run dry, until the wet slide against your folds is because of his spit.
"i-i'm-" the stretch of his tongue is so good, your eyelashes wet as you chase the sensation. second orgasm on the brink with his skilled mouth licking and suckling over sensitive nerves. you could end it there, cum on his tongue and let him tuck you into bed after, but you've had enough of not knowing what it feels like to be manhandled down onto a bed, kissed slow, and fucked open by his cock.
you want it to be him and no one else.
"you close?" he reels back, lapping at the entrance to your heat, a tease that makes you cry out. blues flit up to look at you, gaze soft and patient even though his desperation to be inside you has him fraying at the seams. when you nod at him, pushing your hips forward, begging, he grins. "didn't you already cum tonight? who taught you to be so greedy, hmm?"
"i-i'm s-"
"you think you can hold it for me? no, i know you can. hold it for me baby. don't cum."
"n-no, don't! wanna cum, please please- wanna cum so bad!" but he's not hearing it. he pinches your clit meanly until the twinge of pain clouds over your orgasm, laughing lightly as you drive your fist into his shoulder in frustration, a hit that doesn't hurt him one bit.
he pats your mound with a smile but before he stands to his full height, he ghosts his sticky lips over your ankle as he sets your foot to the floor, teeth grazing the anklet you're wearing. a tender kiss that has no business making your heart flutter like that when he's so mean.
"i'll make sure of it, but right now i need you to save it for me, pretty princess. i promise it'll be so much better if you cum around my cock." the sorcerer whispers his filth to your ear, leaving wet kisses along the shell. is it normal for your knees to be so weak? "ain't that what you wanted earlier? want something to fill your pussy up, don't you?"
you're so shivery that you hold onto gojo like your life depends on it. feeling wet and used between your legs already.
somehow, you know that gojo satoru is above what you're able to handle. he's a grown man with years of fucking under his belt and you're an apprentice parading as a camgirl who just had your first kiss. but really, it hardly matters when you want him in too many ways to care anymore.
"i want it, want it so bad, please!" you chant, prepared to get on your knees and beg for it while this otherworldly attractive man grins down at you. you feel like sobbing when he listens, circling his arms under your thighs to lift you effortlessly. legs cling to his waist as he walks the few paces it takes to reach your bed, splaying you out amongst the pillows.
"then i'll give it to you, sweet thing. but first, i think you'd be more comfortable in a familiar setting, hmm?"
he wants to film your first time.
it's filthy and you should refuse, but it's also exactly what you daydreamed of. all those nights honoredone89 watched your streams, you wished he was actually there. in front of the camera with you, back to his chest while he stretched you wide on three fingers and claimed you as his for all of your viewers to see.
you're too shy to actually let your fans watch you be fucked by someone else, but you let him hit record on your laptop, the pink camera at the edge of your bed recording a private show for your eyes only, but giving you the illusion of a livestream nonetheless. "don't pay attention to the camera until i tell you to, okay? eyes on me."
after a small nod from you, he makes quick work of his uniform. unbuttoning his jacket to reveal broad planes of smooth ivory skin. shoving his slacks down, no underwear like you expected so his dick springs out, slapping warmth against your thigh.
it's easy to forget you're being filmed when you’re too busy gaping at him undressing. washboard abs taper off into a carved adonis belt dusted with moonlight hair. and with the eyes of a curious virgin, your gaze peeks down to his cock and it makes your tastebuds water. a perfect balance of long and girthy, the smooth tip blushing pretty and pink.
"can i touch it?" your dewy lashes flutter as you reach forward, wanting to know what the weight feels like in your hand. wanting to brush your fingers over the blue veins, maybe even dip your head down to lap up the pearly precum drooling from the head.
"nuh-uh, but you can feel it," he sucks his teeth in reprimand, catching your hand and brushing an affectionate kiss across your fingertips. "alright, sweetheart. how do you want it?"
"i-i always imagined i'd be on my stomach," you whisper, wanting to sink into your covers after voicing such a thing. a combination of your favorite fantasy position and wanting to hide your face from the camera.
"as you wish."
he obliges, gripping your waist and rolling you over for him, front pressed flat into the pillowy mattress. though your hips are caged in by gojo's strong thighs, you wriggle your legs back and forth, cutely tapping his lower back with your toes.
"i-i hear it's better like this." you mumble into the pillow under your cheek, just to get rid of the silence in the air.
he only laughs at your small talk, kissing your shoulder with care. "oh, sweet girl. i'll show you how much better it is."
nerves flutter in your tummy at that, but you trust him more than anything— more than the women who warned you not to harbor a crush on him. he straddles your thighs, reaching into the pocket of his discarded slacks.
you hear the crinkling of a foil packet being ripped, all the air whistling from your lungs in a shaky breath as you twist around, embarrassed; catching him about to roll a condom over his cock. "w-wait-"
"cold feet?"
"no," god, no. "i- please, you don't have to wear one of those."
"yeah?" gojo snorts with a growing smile, but he shrugs and tosses the protection aside, caution to the wind and no further questions on it. blood rushes to his head quick now, dizzy as he draws your hips up a little until your ass bumps against his stomach. you're so easy to move, so cute and weak, like feathers under him.
his patience was lost long ago, but he's a team player. he gathers the seat of your ass against his palms, a soft peach that jiggles when he squeezes and kneads to the song of your whines, his eyes hypnotized by the jeweled plug. "you've had this in for so long, princess." he draws a long finger down the line of your ass, tugging at the plug gently to see your hole spread. the remnants of the lube you used makes it an easy slide as he pulls it out. tossing it to the sheets.
he coos when you squirm away from him with a soft cry, hurts satoru, and he fucking loves the sound of his given name on your tongue. his thumb rubs over the puckered entrance to soothe the soreness. it would be so easy to sink his finger in, cock up next, but he'll save that for another night. "sorry, princess, i know. i'm just making room. i don't think you're ready to take both yet.. let me make it up to you."
gojo keeps your cheeks spread, slotting his cock in the tight space between your plump thighs. he pushes the thick cockhead through your sopping folds. you can feel the milky pearls of precum smearing along your thighs and cunt with his thrusts, a wet slide right against your heat but it's not enough. "p-please-"
"f-fuck, sweetheart. how are you gonna fit me inside you? look at this."
he's mean for teasing a virgin so much, but he can't help himself. he glances up at the recording laptop; the cam feed showing him your face pressed into the pillows, writhing all over your pretty sheets. fuck, you look so good. he's used to breaking in the starstruck beauties who flock to him, but he plays favorites now— fearing that once he truly has you, you’ll never let go of his heart, his cock.
"i don't- oh god- i don't know, but i want to try, sir," you breathe out through your whines, the honorific only baiting him into getting your way, a true performer. "p-please let me try!"
"such a good girl, even when your fans aren't watching. if you want it, take it then. put it in for me," he almost pleads, wanting to see that you want this just as much and you fucking do. too teased out to feel the jitters fluttering in your heart. you reach behind you, hand fumbling to wrap around his girth. skin feverish after hearing his heavy intake of breath— oh, you did that to him. satoru ducks his head to grip your chin and kiss all over your face, heated presses of his lips reserved for a lover. a distraction for you both as you guide his cockhead to nudge at the entrance of your pretty virgin cunt—
your eyes mist over, crystalline tears clinging to your lashes; losing focus after his hips sink forward. hiding your face in the sheets again, you muffle the depraved whimpers you hiccup out as gojo's cock forces your walls to spread open just for him. white heat slicking your body with sweat as you squirm under him on the bed. he's so fucking long, and he chuckles when you slide a hand down to your stomach to make sure you can't feel him there, too. he feeds you his cock slow so you feel every inch of him, bullying a spot to sit right up against your womb.
"t-too big- oh m’ god, it's too big satoru!"
"you cryin' f' me, baby?" oh, he is aching. no room in the little space your pussy gives him. he struggles to breathe, hair sticking to his forehead as he fights for his composure. he wants to treat you tenderly, break you in the right way, but you're a hot brand around his cock, sucking him in so good it drives him wild.
"s-satoru-"
"you feel that? much better than your toys, isn't it?" he kneels, pinning one hand over your back to keep you in place. "you can take it, cutie. just ease up for me a little, i've got you."
you try to relax, eyes shut and sheets bitten into your mouth. you've never felt anything like it— the intrusion of his cock builds a pressure that none of your toys could've prepared you for. an overwhelmingly tight fit, you feel too full, in over your head. pussy staining his cock with frothy slick as he draws his hips back for an experimental thrust, an emptiness that makes you whine loudly for him to fill you up again.
"talk to me, tell me how it feels, angel."
"o-oh- i don't... i don't know-" you gasp, leaning up on your elbows, a sensual dip in your back, the way you've seen the girls on the nsfw accounts you follow pose. the webcam films your fucked out expression and you're too cock hungry to care about it now, watching it shamelessly on the screen of your laptop.
"can't talk?" gojo taunts, digging his nails into the skin of your ass as he levels his weight into his hips and fucks forward. heavy, deep snaps that furrows your brow cutely, determined as you try your best to take him like you imagine the experienced women who are used to the oppressive force of his cock do.
"want me to slow down?" he asks softly, a little worried. after all, it wouldn't be the first time his dick knocked someone out. but you shake your head rapidly and he cackles, pairing that insane sound with deeper thrusts, sharp hipbones rutting against the back of your ass as he bottoms out again— too deep.
"wan' see your face, please 'toru, please," you blubber into the sheets, but his keen hearing picks it up anyway. stopping is the hardest thing ever, but he pulls out; pushes you onto your back with a hiss.
"can't believe you wanna watch me break in this cute little pussy. what changed?" he goads, but he doesn't wait for your answer. "you know what to do."
shyly, you wriggle down the bed until your hips are flush against his, reaching between the sweaty shadow of your bodies to handle his damp cock again. the stretch is no easier to take the second time, but you know what it feels like. pining for the slight twinge, the hot burn as he spreads sweet fire through your nerves. the weight of his cock fucking your pussy open in slow, teasing thrusts that leaves you whining.
"don't go easy on me-"
satoru listens instantaneously, pounding you roughly as he nips and marks your sweaty skin as his, little love bites along your neck you'll have to cover in the morning. something he never does, but call him attached to you now. "that's all you needed, ain't it? you don't want those sick fucks watching you. just wanted me to make a mess of this pretty pussy."
"y-yes!" you cry against his shoulder and he buries his nose against the pulse point at your neck, inhaling sweet gulps of sex and perfume. a grunt kicks out of his chest as he leaves you, leaning back on his heels to fuck harder, your fingers flying to his forearms as he grips your waist, tugging you forward onto his cock to meet his thrusts.
you become a victim to his skilled fucking, to the harsh slap of his hips that a virgin has no business taking. thighs trembling up a storm, desperately trying to close as his cockhead drags along your gummy walls on the quick pull out, fucking your nerves to a red glow.
"you're so good for me, best girl. so good. keep these legs nice and spread for me so i can fuck this pussy the way she deserves."
neither of you pay attention to the blinking red light of your webcam, too lost in the throes of good fucking. satoru can't keep his eyes off of you as you wriggle desperately underneath him. you're a mess; lips swollen and slicked with spit from your lolling tongue, hair splayed out all over your sanrio pillows while you stare up at him through teary, lidded eyes with the most fucked out look of adoration for the man pounding you, he almost feels guilty.
"s'toru.. satoru- w-will i get to cum again? it feels so- but i can't-"
he loses his final thread of sanity at your little pants and whines of his name. "some girls need it right here, d... don't they, sweet girl?" he says, stuttering when your pussy clenches him in on a good stroke. slick squelches out of you, staining your favorite sheets in a gooey puddle. it's how he knows his cock is fucking you at the right angle, brushed up against that precious spot nestled along your walls. your back arches high off the sheets when he hits it, but a big palm at your belly presses you down, refusing to let you run.
"it feels better right here, too," he tells you, his hand shifting down. drawing sticky shapes of his initials under the hood of your sore, puffy clit— and you've touched yourself enough times to know what the feeling means. the pooling of sweet heat in your belly, the giddy waves of dopamine swirling in your nerves as a man throws you into your peak for the first time. "feel it yet? yeah you do. cum for me like a good fucking girl, make a mess of my cock like it's yours, pretty girl. give it to me."
you're sobbing for him, clinging to him as if he can protect you from the force of your own orgasm. tears welling up in your big eyes as the knot in your tummy bursts so suddenly and you cum, walls fluttering around satoru's cock so tight it pains him to thrust through it. no thought in your pretty mind except the relentless pressure he fucks out of your body. overstimulation sets in too quick and you push at his stomach frantically as your juices splash onto the sheets, wetting all over his hand and bathing down the white trail of hair on his stomach. "i-it's too much, wait-"
"fucking.. fuck, princess- let me go or ‘m gonna cum inside you.. you're sucking me in so tight. f-fuck!" he is only seconds behind you, remembering at the last minute to draw back on his heels and pull his cock out of your weeping pussy. you're still shaking in the aftermath of the best orgasm you've ever had but he’s pinching your puffy lips between his pointer and thumb. it only takes a few rubs of his cock through your swollen folds before he whines low in his throat, grunting and tossing his head back as he spills thick ropes of opaque cum all over your pretty crotchless panties and ruined pussy.
"o-oh.. there's so much of it-" you marvel and when he opens his eyes again on the come down, hips kicking weakly now, he sees you reaching down to run your fingers through the cum he left between your thighs, pinching his sticky seed between your fingers curiously.
you're going to be the fucking death of him.
"yeah, that happens," he chuckles with no breath in his lungs, no energy to tease you about it. he is too dignified to collapse on the bed with a softening dick, in need of a long ass nap, so he leans forward and pets the roots of your hair softly. "you need anything? besides a bath and your diary to give me raving reviews, of course.”
"i..." you start, sitting up and reaching for the closest thing that can cover you besides the stained sheets of your bed: gojo's uniform jacket. you drape it around your front, looking away to hide the vulnerability in your eyes. "can you stay until i fall asleep? you can leave after but.. i don't.."
don't be greedy, is what he would usually tell a woman asking him to sleepover after he's snatched her innocence up and fucked her into a limp. but with you, the sinking feeling in his chest, the months of pocketing your hidden smiles and shy flirtations to think about during his darkest hours, tells him only one thing: he wouldn't have left even if you asked him to.
"i'm not going anywhere."
gojo experiences a first tonight, too. for the first time ever, he doesn't run.
instead, he stays. cleans you up with a warm towel and eases you into clean underwear, though you insist on wearing his jacket as pajamas. he even helps you change your soaked sheets ( with insufferable comments asking if he can keep them. ) you don't know what it means when a man stays after being your first, but your heart feels too warm and a little bit in lo—
"what's that sound?"
you're about to tuck into bed, ready to snuggle in safe and sound with gojo watching over you when his voice speaks up. now that your post-orgasmic haze has cleared a little, you hear it too. the quiet chime of the tip and chat bells ringing wildly from your still open laptop.
the camera at the end of your bed blinking lipstick red from its perch on the tripod.
like.boobs.97 chatted:
that bastard is so lucky.
"oh... oh, no!" you squeal, scrambling to shut the laptop down, face burning with mortification. you should have checked, you should have checked. you have to help satoru with his emails in the morning, why did you trust him to click the right button?
you've been streaming to your viewers on the cam site the entire time.
"whoops," is all gojo says, carefree and flippant as ever as he moves to stretch out across your bed like an oversized unbothered cat, drawing you against his body.
"so, you gonna introduce me as your new boyfriend or what?"
