Wassup pookies and gentlewhores, here's where you find out why I'm so amazing (I'm gonna talk like it's true and let yall be the test)
BUT FIRST
Yall needa know who you're talkin to 😋
Name: just call me whatever, current name is Fenn
Age: 19 :0
MBTI: ENTP-A (in my bio hehe)
Pronouns: She/He (also in bio)
Comfortable: nicknames/petnames (no preference unless I have to publicly shame you), treating me like the silly goober I am, random conversations
Uncomfortable: manga spoilers, any talk of rape/non-con or encouraging it, homophobia/transphobia, hating on characters I like (I find a lot of comfort in them so please refrain)
The Writing Style
The entire purpose of this tumblr is so I can write freely without limiting myself to a certain fandom or character, which I struggle with. So, here I am with a collage of me writing about random characters and worshipping ENTP characters because YIPPEE I LOVE THEM *kisses mirror*
》HSR: Aventurine, Dr. Ratio, Gepard, Sampo, Sunday, Boothill
》more fandoms to be added as I feel like it or receive requests
》》(everything is platonic based on age, but if it's for a req I'll age-up)
WON'T write: canon×canon, angst (arguments, death, etc.), rape/non-con (dubcon/cnc/etc. are allowed), anything that would be hard for me to write or find interest in (if I don't find your request interesting, I'll delete it)
Characters (I may still reference them or add them to silly shit, just dont put them in reqs):
》JJK: Panda (he's... he's a literal panda), anyone from Kyoto, any of the curses (minus jogo cuz he's so fine 😍😍😍)
》PJSK/HSR: Pretty much everyone but the ones I mentioned up there 👆
》 more fandoms to be added
(Other things will be added to these lists as I think of them or they appear)
[Insert Masterlist here when I actually have one hehehehahahahe]
IM ALIVE AND WELL actually just dyed my hair for the first time ever?? I feel so sigma??
Unfortch tho I deadass cannot find a therapist and my Healthcare tried to dip on me and I lowk had no insurance for like 3 months or something (I got it back no worries) so I still have a lot on my plate mentally, plus a job now.
But sheesh enough of that im not here to share my life story
IM HERE ABOUT THESE BC OMG YOU GUYS ARE SO SWEET??
I didn't respond to any of them bc im indecisive but theyre all here :3 tysm everyone for being here for me despite how often and how long I disappear. I actually haven't written anything in general in a while, and am starting to get back into art and making music lately! Hopefully I'll get some more motivation to feed yall on here again, but for now, im still just taking things easy.
⭒Synopsis: Are you really so cruel to make Rui wait all day?
⭒Warnings: Fluffy smut!!, Rui calls you good a lot, P in V sex, unprotected 😭, lingerie, Rui hides a boner all day, face down ass up 👅
⭒Notes: Chat I love my hubby
You groaned softly as something large lowered itself on top of you, softly pressing the air out of your lungs. You pried your eyes open from their tired snoozing to watch your boyfriend make himself comfortable on top of you. You raised your arms up to his back and head, running your fingers through his hair.
He leaned back up slightly, looking at you, before placing a soft peck on your cheek. "Good morning, Love. Happy Valentines."
Ah, right. That was today. Rui was being surprisingly mellow this year.
Typically, he would wake you up like an excited child on Christmas morning. But as you glanced at the clock, it was already almost 11.
You leaned over to kiss the side of Rui's head, scratching his scalp softly with your nails. "Morning, Hun... What's in store for today?"
He didn't respond. Just shifted slightly upwards, nuzzling his face deeper into the nape of your neck as he squeezed you. Then, he hummed, "I love you...", placing a soft kiss to your neck.
"I... I love you too, Ru... But don't you have something planned today?"
He nodded softly. "Not til after lunch."
"Lunch is in an hour, Hun..."
"Really?" He got up and looked over at the clock, before returning to his spot. "Look at that..."
You chuckled softly, scratching his head some more. "Is someone still sleepy?"
He shook his head for a moment, then leaned up. "No, I just... wanna make love to you..."
Your breath caught in your throat at his words, and he leaned up with a smirk, chuckling at the look on your face.
"S-so early in the morning?"
"I'd hardly call this early..."
"But... then we'd have to shower and clean up and everything... We wouldn't be out of here until 1, assuming we don't fall back asleep..."
"Is that a no, Love?"
You paused, then sighed. "No, Honey... I'd never-"
"Shhh, it's okay." He kissed your cheek again. "We don't have to. We have all day."
"Yeah..." You sighed. Then, you slid out from under Rui, standing up from the bed and stretching. He made a confused noise.
"Well, let's go get lunch, yeah?"
"But..."
He watched as you started grabbing clothes, brushing your hair... But he couldn't get out of bed right now, let alone leave the house... Not while trying to hide his morning bulge.
"But Y/n..." He whined softly. You turned around, pulling your shirt on. He was pouting, reaching for you from the bed.
"What is it, Honey?"
"...Nothing..." He didn't want to bother you with it if you weren't feeling the same right now.
"Awe, sweet baby~" you cooed, walking over, holding his cheeks, and softly kissing his pouty lips. "Should I pick your clothes out for you, Sweetheart?"
"If you wanna..." He sulked.
You patted his head softly, then turned and made for the closet. He figured there was no use laying there, sad and deprived all day. This was Valentines Day, after all.
With a bit of rearranging (just to make sure something wasn't painfully obvious when he got up), he slid out of bed, stretching himself.
You soon returned with an outfit for him, setting it down on the edge of the bed. You smiled up at him, bouncing softly where you stood.
"Is someone excited?" He purred, his arms finding your body as if it were natural instinct. You wrapped your arms over his shoulder, leaning up and peppering kisses all over his cheek.
"I love you so much, Ru... You're so pretty..." You hummed, nuzzling into his neck as you squeezed him.
"Darling, you're too sweet..." He chuckled.
You dressed him up and the two of you went out for lunch. Then you got back and got into the things he had planned. Exchanging gifts, chocolates, flowers, the usual. The two of you finished things a bit earlier than he expected, with just over an hour before you had to leave for the dinner reservation he'd set up all the way back in December. He turned to you, his pants still feeling too tight to be comfortable.
"Darling?"
You looked up at him with a "hm?", and he paused. You looked so... innocent, nibbling on a piece of the chocolates he'd got you, curled up snugly on the couch. It seemed like too much of a wholesome sight to ruin with his... unrequited needs.
"I just... I love you."
"I love you too!"
So, an hour later, he was still feeling the pent-up tension as the two of you drove to the restaurant, ate, and returned home. By then, it was 3 hours later.
As you took off your coat, revealing your gorgeous dress to Rui once again, you let out a blissful sigh.
"What a great night... I love spending Valentines Day with you, Rui." You walked up to him, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.
"I-I do too, Love."
"Is something wrong?" You asked, sounding concerned, but all he could think about was the way you were pressing your body against his, wrapping your arms around his waist.
"I just... How does a bit of lovemaking sound, Dear?" He asked, feeling nervous about it for the first time in a while.
"O-oh! Of course, Sweetheart!"
"W-we don't have to, of course. That's up to you, Darling."
"No, I'd love to, Ru! I actually have an idea... Meet me in the bedroom?"
"Ah... yeah!" He beamed, leaning down to kiss you on the forehead before taking his coat. As he did so, you walked down the hall and slipped into your bedroom closet, swiping through your clothes until you found what you were looking for. You changed quickly, hearing Rui enter as you were almost done.
"Rui," you called out from the closet.
"Yes, Dear?"
You stepped out of the closet, and Rui's dick strained painfully against his pants at the sight. The lacey thong and bra combo you were now donning made him dizzy. He stumbled over to you, grabbing your waist and tugging you to him. His lips found yours with a hunger you weren't expecting.
"Darling, you have no idea what you've been doing to me today..."
You laughed softly, but it was interrupted by a surprised squeak as you were lifted up into Rui's arms. You let out a yelp as he all but tossed you onto the bed, crawling on top of you. Before either of you had the chance to say anything, Rui was kissing you ravenously again. His hands gripped your thighs, lifting them up enough to align his hips with yours. He pressed his pelvis tight to yours, groaning softly at the friction of his grinding.
"Ah- R-Rui...!" You gasped as soon as he gave you a chance to breathe.
"Too fast?" He asked, panting softly.
"N-no... not at all..."
"Can I keep going?"
"Yeah, yeah, of course..."
He continued grinding against you, leaning down to kiss across your neck and collarbone, his hands gripping your shoulders to keep you pinned down.
"Rui..."
"You're so sweet... So perfect... God, I love you... Haaah, Sweetheart... I need you so bad..." He murmured against your skin. You reached up, trying to help him undress. At the slightest brush of your skin against his, his breath hitched.
Once his shirt and pants were off, he didn't stop, all but clawing his boxers off and to the floor. His hands found your hips and gripped the thin fabric of your thong. He refrained from tugging, pausing his trail of kisses to look up at you.
"May I, Sweetheart?"
"Yeah..." you sighed out breathlessly, shuddering softly as he tugged your panties down and off, tossing them dismissively to the floor. You let out a surprised squeak as his fingers suddenly pressed against your folds, sliding easily at how slick you were.
"Ah, perfect, Dear. Just perfect." He leaned down, pressing a soft, loving kiss to your forehead. You then shivered, feeling his fingers push inside slowly and start to stretch you out.
"Wanna make you feel so good tonight, okay Love?"
"M-mhm..." you shudders, his fingers moving inside you shamelessly.
"Mmh, that's it." He retracted his fingers, pausing to suck your essence off of them. "Can you roll over for me, my love?"
"Wha...?" You were confused and... and almost terrified by his question.
"On your stomach, Sweetheart. Can you do that?"
"Ah... y-yeah..." you agreed breathlessly, reluctantly rolling over, turning your head to look at Rui over your shoulder.
"That's perfect. Thank you, Darling." He leaned over you, pressing asoft peck to your cheek. He backed up again, hands finding your hips and softly lifting, positioning you just how he wanted. "There we go. You look so pretty right now, Y/n."
All you could muster was a fearful and almost humiliated whimper. The position you were in was rather compromising after all...
You shuddered as you felt the front of his thighs press against the back of yours, his cock resting against your tailbone. "Are you ready for me, Sweetheart?"
"Ah... g-gently, please..." you gasped, fingers curling slightly against the pillows as you braced yourself. He chuckled at your plea.
"I wouldn't dream of being rough with you, Love. Just relax and let me take care of you, okay?"
With that, he pulled back, and you felt his tip prod against your entrance, before slowly slipping in. He went slowly for you, and you could feel every throbbing inch as it slid in, embarrassingly easy. He soon bottomed out, and you were left feeling filled to the brim.
"There we go!" Rui gasped, his voice a much higher pitch. "Yes, yes, so perfect, Y/n... So warm I think I'm melting! Does it feel nice for you? D'you feel full, Love?"
You nodded with a soft hum, head still turned to look at Rui's blissed-out expression.
"I almost don't wanna move... It's so divine... You really drive me insane, Sweetheart!"
"Rui..." you whimpered.
"Ah, sorry... Too deep for too long?" He started to pull back, unsheathed himself a couple inches. "Ah, but this doesn't feel nearly as good... Feels really good around the base. You know that, don't you?" He purred as he slid right back in, earning a high-pitched moan from you.
"Yeah? Feels good, doesn't it?" He drew back, then thrust forward again, creating slow but intense rhythm. You could feel your insides absolutely roasting with arousal, his speed not enough for you to finish, but enough to make you slowly lose your mind.
"Ah! Rui!"
"Yeah? S'it that good? You want more?" Without waiting for a response, he sped up enough for you both to get somewhere, his throat eliciting a pleased groan as he gripped your hips a bit tighter.
He released one side, his arm wrapping around your pelvis. His fingertip pressed against your throbbing clit, and your moans grew a bit more frantic.
"You're doing so good, Sweetheart... I wanna finish you off early, kay?"
"R-Rui!" You gasped, stuffingnyour face into the pillows as he started rubbing your clit fast with his fingers, his thrusts becoming more rhythmic and fast.
Sure enough, you were soon cumming, fingers gripping tye same pillow you were moaning into. Rui smirked to himself at just how loud you were, even muffled.
Even as your orgasm calmed and overstimulation started to seep in, Rui's pace only grew faster. You clawed at the pillow beneath your face, turning our head back over.
"Rui! Rui-ah!" You sobbed out, pussy throbbing with heat and overwhelming pleasure that stung.
"You're doing such a good job, Love... so good... Yes, just like that..." Rui cooed down at you, moaning more frequently as he picked up the pace.
You could barely keep your eyes open, hands curling into your pillow case with a death grip. You were losing your mind - you had to be.
"Almost there, Love... Almost- ah!- yesyesyesyes!" He moaned frantically, hips speeding up even more before he slammed in to the hilt, cock throbbing as his orgasm left him shooting his load into your depths. He babbled away incoherently as his release swept through him, leaving him shuddering and breathing heavily.
"Ah... oh goodness, Sweetheart... So good, Love..."
He pulled out and flopped down next to you, listening to you whimper softly with each exhale. He reached up, gripping your far hip and tugging you to fall over, your back pressed to his chest as he cuddled you lovingly.
"Mmh, so soft and warm... I love you, Darling. Happy Valentaines Day."
"I love you too..." You sighed out, shaky.
The two of you spooned peacefully for a few more moments, before Rui leaned in towards your ear.
"So, what position should I put you in for round 2?"
Could you write something like the one-shot in the first Rui fic where they drink but make it into actual (and consenting) smut?
FORGIVE ME I COPY AN PASTED SOME OF THIS
Also ion feel like writing out my warnings/synopsis/blah blah so read at your own risk
Also there's literally no rui gifs on this platform so have fanart from Pinterest bc lord knows I have a stash
♡ to the other anon that asked for literally anything Rui, more coming your way hun!! ;3
creds to the artist ofc I didn't draw this I'll let yall know when it's actually my art ALSO HIS BACK IS SO FINE AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO THINKS THIS HELLO??
"How do you feel about getting a little... adventurous?"
"How... how adventurous are we talking?"
It was that little altercation that started everything.
You both drank down the first bottle in the span of, maybe... an hour? That seemed like a healthy time frame, not that either of you had experience with alcohol before this.
But it was the second bottle the two of you blew through in 15 minutes that was the bad idea. Didn't matter who came up with it, and who agreed... it was the wrong choice.
But here you both were, giggly, swaying in your seats, both of you holding what would hopefully be your last glass of the night, lest you decide to open a third bottle.
Oh, and kissing. Lots of kissing was happening. More kissing than talking, actually. More kissing than giggling.
You tugged away to drink the last sip of your glass, and Rui followed. As he looked at you, ready to go back to devouring your lips again, something in his head clicked.
He... he wanted to make love to this woman. Hard.
"What's that look about?" You grinned, giggling softly, before he shoved you down on the couch and you let out a yelp.
Your drunken head was dizzy for a decent bit from such a swift movement, but once you finally caught your bearings, you were back to giggling softly. Rui had your shirt tugged up above your breasts, and his lips were kissing up your stomach.
"Hehehe... tickles... Rui... Ehehehehe!~"
His tongue stuck out, licking up your ribs, when you partially came to your senses, realizing where this was going.
FINALLY. That's really all you could think before you went back to not having any coherent thoughts.
"Rui, are we going all the way...?"
"Of course we are. And I'm gonna make you feel amazing."
"Hehe, I'm sure you a-...ah..." you breathed in surprised when he shoved your bra up over your boobs, somewhat releasing them to his gaze.
"Have you ever done this before?" He asked with a small glance at you as he leaned in, taking your nipple into his mouth and sucking.
"Ah... Y-yeah... I-I'm basically a pro..." You sighed out, obviously lying. Rui wasn't really listening anyways, his tongue laving over your nipple. "W-what about you? You ever do this before?"
"Psh, yeah, like... all the time. I know exactly what I'm doing..." Another clear lie. As hot as he was, you knew Rui got no grip.
"Hehe, then I'm sure I'll lose my mind tonight..."
He leaned up and pressed his lips to yours for the nth time tonight, both of his hands groping your chest as his tongue explored your mouth again. You couldn't help but let out soft moans into his mouth from the way his hands felt on you.
He pulled away for a second to tug your shirt and bra completely over your head, throwing them to the floor. You wondered if he knew that bras could unclasp. But then his lips were back on yours again, and his hands were trailing down your sides. You giggled at the ticklish feeling that sprung once more, but gasped softly as Rui's lips left yours and he leaned his head down next to yours.
"My head is spinning..." He sighed out. You giggled, still not quiet able to hold it back, and heard him chuckle along with you.
"Rui, lemme see you."
He leaned his head up, and you looked him over hungrily. His eyes were lidded, an uncontrollable smirk on his face, and the faintest red dusting his cheeks.
"So pretty."
He sighed that. Before you got the chance to even open your mouth. Bastard. You wrinkled your nose at him and tugged his head back down to your lips.
At that, he continued what he had been doing. He fondled your breasts a little, but his hands seemed bored, and they lowered to your hips, giving them a tight squeeze that made you groan. His fingers curled under the hem of your bottoms and he pulled away from your lips, puppy dog eyes on his face.
"Can I take these off? Pleeeeease?"
"Yesy, yes! Just do it already!" You snorted. A huge grin appeared on his face and he stripped away your pants and underwear together, leaving you completely bare.
He paused, stared between your legs, and his eyes steadily drifted up and up. Soon, an unbeatable smile spread across his face. One of embarrassment. He covered his face and shook his head side to side, giggling.
"Ehehe, I can't, I can't! This has to be a dream, you're too pretty to be real!"
"Hehehe, Rui, you sound 13 right now," you laughed along with him. He leaned back down and nuzzled into your tummy, still grinning and giggling.
"So soft, so pretty... Am I really that good that I get to have sex with you? Nahhhhhh..."
"Rui, you're so pretty and perfect too~"
"Ehehe, alright, alright! Since we both want it so bad, no hesitation, yeah? Like a show! Ehe, I'm happy to give you everything~"
With that, he all but ripped his shirt and pants off. He leaned in and started kissing you again, grabbing one of your hands and pressing it to his barely clothed cock. He squealed against your lips at the feeling of your hand touching his most sensitive and needy spot. You squeezed it gently, and his hips bucked against you a good three times before he could control himself.
This was all taking too long. He shoved his boxers off and let your hand wrap fully around his shaft. At just one stroke, he had to leave your lips, a shaky, sighing moan forcing its way out of him.
"Rui, put it in." You breathed, your voice warm. His eyes met yours for a second, his smile dropping as his eyes went blank.
He felt everything. Panic and confusion and excitement rolled up into an oddly flavored feeling that made his dick throb in both his and your hands. You giggled at the look on his face, but he dropped his head to your collarbone, gripping his length in one hand and holding your hip with the other. He slowly thrusted forward, his tip entering you faster than you could process, followed by each throbbing inch of him. You felt overwhelming pleasure flood your senses as he bottomed out.
Then, suddenly, his insides were roasting in a way he'd never once felt before. The feeling of red-hot pleasure so strong it honestly scared him. He didn't know what he meant, but it felt like something was going to burst. Something good.
You, on the other hand, could barely see straight. You didn't know how big Rui was, you'd never thought about it, but fuck was he too big. You swore you could feel him in your stomach. You couldn't muster words to ask if maybe he should pull out a little. Just pathetic moans of his name, dripping off your tongue.
Suddenly, he hugged you. He all but cuddled you into the couch, his head stuffed into the nape of his neck as his arms wrapped around and squeezed you like it was his last day on Earth.
"Wanna... w-wanna stay like this forever...!" He mused, and you could feel the giant smile on his face. Your shoulder felt wet. You couldn't tell if it was sweat, tears, or drool.
He nuzzled you. "I love you s-so much, Y/n! Nnh, it's like I can't even handle it! I feel like I'm melting!"
He had to be absolutely gone. He barely moved, aside from his hips rolling softly in time with yours. Your head was steadily clearing up, though not fully, and you wondered if he was actually just going to stay like this.
"Rui..."
"Hm? Do you want me to start moving?"
After a moment, you nodded shyly.
"Ehehe, okay, my love." He got up, leaned in to press a tender kiss to your forehead, then curled his fingers into your skin as he pulled back. The friction made his eyes roll, his legs weak, his head foggy, but he couldn't even find it in him to hesitate.
When he plunged back in, you yelped, sobbing out moans. Fuck, you were going to cum. You wondered how, but... he just had to be that deep. You could barely control yourself.
He moaned in time with you, sounding blissful enough to have stars in his eyes. "This is my new favorite thing- this is my new hobby...!" He breathed out excitedly. "I feel so good! And my Y/n gets to feel good too! Ooh, I'm so happy!"
"Rui!" You squeaked out before he plunged in again. You seriously felt like you were about to burst. All the sensations were dizzying. Sure enough, with one last deep thrust from Rui, you were clinging to him with all your strength, crying out in the strongest orgasm of your life.
Rui knew this meant something. He didn't know exactly what, but... it probably meant you were about to be done. He wasn't ready to be done. As you shuddered in his arms, he picked up the pace a little, listening to how your moaning turned into panicked babbles of pleasure. The delicious friction of his cock inside you soon bacme too much for him. He felt that exploding sensation hit him like a train, a loud moan throwing itself out of his lungs. He felt something leave him, coating your insides, and it felt amazing.
He collapsed soon after, barely able to keep his eyes open. He could feel his consciousness fading. He leaned up shakily, his hand finding your cheek as he pressed a weak kiss to your cheek. Then everything went black.
maybe I should call myself abnormal anon bc of my last ask lmao
anyways BOTTOM KASA MY BELOVED ty for your service, ur writing is always great
I was collapsed in the desert about to die of thirst and then the best x reader writer came along and saved me with rui/tsukasa x reader TYSMM
HELP I KNEW ID WRITE THIS FIRST 😭😭 IM SO SORRY TO MY OTHER ASKERS I SWEAR IM IN THE WRITING MINES RN AFTER MY INBOX SWEEP
Tukaka my love I'll top you anyday BAHAHA 🫶
As per the usual, your cuddling session with Tsukasa had started to grow a bit heated, lingering touches down his chest and searing kisses to his lips and face. He huffed underneath you, growing more and more impatient every time your lips left his until his hand tugged your head down to keep your mouths together. You smirked and pinched his nipple through his shirt, earning you a squeak as he pulled away to pout up at you.
You chuckled and pressed a trail of kisses down his cheek and jaw, meanwhile stuffing your hand under his shirt and shoving it up his stomach. Moments later, both your shirt were pulled off, and Tsukasa's hands seemed as though they couldn't choose between unclasping your bra or tugging your skirt off. You decided to help and leaned back, looking into his eyes as you reached back to unlock your bra and pull it off. His eyes immediately left yours, and his hands reached up to grope your breasts.
As he lavished attention on your chest, you reached down to start tugging his pants down his thighs. He whined as you pulled away from his hands, but the displeased look on his face melted away as you pulled his pants off, followed by his boxers, releasing his aching erection that only got harder once it was exposed. His breath hitched as you leaned in and run your tongue up his length. He whimpered, lowering his hand to the back of your head. Once you reached his tip, you pressed a few kisses across it, causing multiple, squeaky moans to leave his throat.
Once you were done, you lifted yourself up, rising to straddle his hips, his cock pressed against your thighs.
"Y/n..." He finally breathed out, hands rising to grab your hips and tug lightly on your skirt. "Want you..."
"I know, baby, I know." You murmured warmly to him before you got up and slipped your skirt and underwear off. When you got back on top of him, his hips were already eagerly rolling against nothing under you. You closed your legs, keeping his shaft pressed between your thighs as he rolled his hips up against you. He moaned, eyes clenching shut as he grabbed your thighs, squeezing them closer together around him.
"Don't get too worked up, now, Hun." You purred out, grabbing his hands with your own. He groaned and nodded his head, forcing his hips to still, though you could feel his cock throbbing against your skin.
"You ready?"
He hummed immediately, nodding with a desperate eagerness that made you chuckle. With an 'okay, baby,' you spread your legs apart and lifted up, slowly easing down onto your boyfriend's member. He shuddered in pleasure, breathing picking up as he felt your hot walls envelop him so perfectly, until he was in to the hilt.
"Mmh, feels good, Y/n..."
"Mhm?"
You sat for a moment, just to adjust, before you carefully started to lift up and slide back down at a slow pace, though it was enough for Tsukasa to moan. He was so noisy, there were actually few ways you could touch him that wouldn't elicite a noise, so it was no surprise that this did.
You steadily picked up the pace of your bouncing as you felt the head of his cock prod against your sweet spot with every downward motion. His eyes and mouth were both open now, his moans growing in volume as his eyes rolled back. You yourself were growing a bit jittery from this great feeling, making your hands ball up into fists against his stomach as you picked up speed. Your dizzied eyes fell to his face and the beautiful, blissed-out expression on it.
"Hehe... 's that feel good, 'Kasa?" You mused with a chuckle. He bit his lip and nodded eagerly once more before another moan forced his mouth back open.
"You c-close, baby?" You winced at a bounce aimed particularly well inside you, making you clench down. The feeling made Tsukasa's fingers dig into your thigh, a groan passing his lips.
"Y-yeah, yeah...!"
You opened your hands and started to run them over his body, making his hips twitch against your bounces. Your name tumbled from his lips like a chant as he got closer, though you could barely hear it over your own growing moans. You soon felt a hand reach down and shakily rub your clit in fast circles, and from there, it wasn't long before the two of you were peaking in ecstacy, his seed spilling up into you and dripping out around the base of his fully-sheathed cock.
What do we think of Rui with a partner who has a comfort plushy?
When Rui first found out about this, he was intrigued. The effect it had on you was rather obvious to him as he'd watch you cuddle it to sleep. So this little stuffed animal reminded you of the person that gave you it? How sweet.
He loves your little friend. He pats it on the head and treats it as if it were a living being, even more so if you do too.
You fell asleep against him? So adorable. Ah, where's that little friend of yours? If he can reach it without disturbing you, he slips it into your arms or lap.
He finds you crying, having a bad day, or sick, and he makes your plushy come to life. It's like a puppet show of your best little fluffy buddy.
Rui admits to himself that he's jealous of how your plushy must always be tucked to your chest, where he so wishes to be. Once in a while, he moves the plushy somewhere else ‐ still nearby, of course - and replaces it with himself, making sure he's plenty warm against your chest so it can reflect the warm feeling he gets when hes with you.
Best of all, that little googly-eyed fluffball isn't your third-wheel, but your first child ♡
maybe I should call myself abnormal anon bc of my last ask lmao
anyways BOTTOM KASA MY BELOVED ty for your service, ur writing is always great
I was collapsed in the desert about to die of thirst and then the best x reader writer came along and saved me with rui/tsukasa x reader TYSMM
HELP I KNEW ID WRITE THIS FIRST 😭😭 IM SO SORRY TO MY OTHER ASKERS I SWEAR IM IN THE WRITING MINES RN AFTER MY INBOX SWEEP
Tukaka my love I'll top you anyday BAHAHA 🫶
As per the usual, your cuddling session with Tsukasa had started to grow a bit heated, lingering touches down his chest and searing kisses to his lips and face. He huffed underneath you, growing more and more impatient every time your lips left his until his hand tugged your head down to keep your mouths together. You smirked and pinched his nipple through his shirt, earning you a squeak as he pulled away to pout up at you.
You chuckled and pressed a trail of kisses down his cheek and jaw, meanwhile stuffing your hand under his shirt and shoving it up his stomach. Moments later, both your shirt were pulled off, and Tsukasa's hands seemed as though they couldn't choose between unclasping your bra or tugging your skirt off. You decided to help and leaned back, looking into his eyes as you reached back to unlock your bra and pull it off. His eyes immediately left yours, and his hands reached up to grope your breasts.
As he lavished attention on your chest, you reached down to start tugging his pants down his thighs. He whined as you pulled away from his hands, but the displeased look on his face melted away as you pulled his pants off, followed by his boxers, releasing his aching erection that only got harder once it was exposed. His breath hitched as you leaned in and run your tongue up his length. He whimpered, lowering his hand to the back of your head. Once you reached his tip, you pressed a few kisses across it, causing multiple, squeaky moans to leave his throat.
Once you were done, you lifted yourself up, rising to straddle his hips, his cock pressed against your thighs.
"Y/n..." He finally breathed out, hands rising to grab your hips and tug lightly on your skirt. "Want you..."
"I know, baby, I know." You murmured warmly to him before you got up and slipped your skirt and underwear off. When you got back on top of him, his hips were already eagerly rolling against nothing under you. You closed your legs, keeping his shaft pressed between your thighs as he rolled his hips up against you. He moaned, eyes clenching shut as he grabbed your thighs, squeezing them closer together around him.
"Don't get too worked up, now, Hun." You purred out, grabbing his hands with your own. He groaned and nodded his head, forcing his hips to still, though you could feel his cock throbbing against your skin.
"You ready?"
He hummed immediately, nodding with a desperate eagerness that made you chuckle. With an 'okay, baby,' you spread your legs apart and lifted up, slowly easing down onto your boyfriend's member. He shuddered in pleasure, breathing picking up as he felt your hot walls envelop him so perfectly, until he was in to the hilt.
"Mmh, feels good, Y/n..."
"Mhm?"
You sat for a moment, just to adjust, before you carefully started to lift up and slide back down at a slow pace, though it was enough for Tsukasa to moan. He was so noisy, there were actually few ways you could touch him that wouldn't elicite a noise, so it was no surprise that this did.
You steadily picked up the pace of your bouncing as you felt the head of his cock prod against your sweet spot with every downward motion. His eyes and mouth were both open now, his moans growing in volume as his eyes rolled back. You yourself were growing a bit jittery from this great feeling, making your hands ball up into fists against his stomach as you picked up speed. Your dizzied eyes fell to his face and the beautiful, blissed-out expression on it.
"Hehe... 's that feel good, 'Kasa?" You mused with a chuckle. He bit his lip and nodded eagerly once more before another moan forced his mouth back open.
"You c-close, baby?" You winced at a bounce aimed particularly well inside you, making you clench down. The feeling made Tsukasa's fingers dig into your thigh, a groan passing his lips.
"Y-yeah, yeah...!"
You opened your hands and started to run them over his body, making his hips twitch against your bounces. Your name tumbled from his lips like a chant as he got closer, though you could barely hear it over your own growing moans. You soon felt a hand reach down and shakily rub your clit in fast circles, and from there, it wasn't long before the two of you were peaking in ecstacy, his seed spilling up into you and dripping out around the base of his fully-sheathed cock.
Basically I've decided to do an inbox/draft clean-out. What I mean by that is, requests that I just can't seem to start or finish are being deleted. I understand this is kind of a bummer for some of the requesters and stuff but honestly, I don't wanna keep lying to myself or you guys. If I haven't written it already, I probably never will.
I'm realizing that this whole time I've been feeling pressured to write for every request that comes my way, but honestly I made this blog as a place where I could write without all that. I just wanted to write about whoever and whatever, and if an interesting request found me, then write for the person asking just as much as for myself.
Having said that, I'm not clearing out every request and draft I have right now. I'm simply lessening the burden on myself by prioritizing the ones I think I can finish, and eliminating the ones I can't.
To wrap this up, sorry to anyone whose request will not be getting done. I don't feel great about this, but hopefully this will boost my motivation a but more (I've been writing a lot more recently hehe)
Feel free to leave another request if you suspect any of your old ones are getting deleted! Even if they don't particularly spark my writing fancy, they're fun to think about! :)
Synopsis. Isekai-ed into another world, or isekai-ed into your pants?! Gojo Satoru is in danger - in danger of losing his prized, otaku vírginíty, that is.
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, otaku! Gojo, isekai, vírgínity loss (Gojo), chokíng, use of “ma’am”, PÚSSYDRÚNK GOJO, begging, nerdy babbling, Gojo wears glasses, cúmming dry, first times, oraI (f + m), face-sítting, cúmming early, spítting, creampíes, cúmplay, p talking, cúmming in his pants, he goes féral, otaku vocab, truck-kun, anime nosebIeeds, Gojo is a LOSER, and so down bad for you, pet names, swearíng.
Word count. 8.8k
A/N. IT’S HEREEEEE-
“Har har. hilarious, Suguru-”
“You know m’not joking, Satoru.” Geto’s taking an infuriatingly long slurp! of his ramen from the other end of the line, and Gojo’s known the man long enough to realize that he’s doing it solely to irritate him. That bastard. “You’re a loser.”
Ah, he’s never wanted to throttle him more.
Because- listen, Gojo Satoru might be many things.
He might be the proud president of the campus otaku club, rumored to have never even held hands with a woman his entire life. Complete defamation, of course, Gojo has held hands with his mother as a child. Though…she might be the only one.
He might be the most annoying tenant at his cramped Tokyo apartment, every inch of it covered with enough of your pretty figurines that he’s taken to sleeping on the couch recently. But you deserved only the best!
And he might currently be the sketchiest man trudging down the streets of Shibuya at 3AM; with a brand-spanking new, life-sized body pillow of you tucked safely underneath one arm.
But that didn’t mean Gojo was a loser. Probably.
So what if he got strange looks from every unfortunate normie soul he happened to pass? It was limited edition, and he waited eight hours in line for it!
After all, a man with such a prized possession could surely and undoubtedly never be a-
“-oi- oi!” Self-proclaimed best friend, and universally-proclaimed pain in Gojo’s ass grumbles into the phone.
Snapping out of his reverie, Gojo’s registering that he’s already at that familiar flickering stoplight. Fingers curling even tighter in their tender hold around your form, he saunters down the barren crossing.
He needed to get home - and he needed to get home fast! A man needs quality time with his wife, after all.
“Don’t tell me you fainted from her ah- what was it- ‘sheer beauty and unparalleled sex appeal’ again?”
“That was one time and you know it.” He’s hissing into the speaker- honestly, Geto’s probably just cranky that he didn’t get his grubby hands on one of these before he did - Gojo’s seen the other man’s plushie collection of you no matter how much he tries to hide it. “This time, I only got weak in the knees.”
There’s a snickering drawl, “Oh yeah? What wondrous self-control, o’ maestro of virgins.”
And the title is so utterly ridiculous that Gojo finds himself stuttering into a shocked stop right in the middle of the gloomy asphalt. A laugh bubbling up in his throat before he remembers that that particularly sweet nickname was directed at him.
“You’re a virgin too!”
Scoffing, “Yeah, but I don’t act like it. You, on the other hand, are famed for having your first kiss with the common room tv the moment you first saw that video game character. People were making bets on whether you were going to die a virgin, Satoru. Hell- I bet, too!”
Dammit, when you put it like that it makes Geto sound downright respectable.
“Actually, she’s more than a video game character, Sugu—” Times like this, he’s letting his words simper out into a whine. Full and well knowing how much it’ll grate against Geto’s eardrums - hah, take that ramen ASMR! Smugly, Gojo pushes up his thickly-rimmed glasses, “She’s the revered princess of a distant land, first in line to rule over the throne with a gentle yet firm hand. Scouring the seas for the perfect consort that will-”
“Are you quoting her Wikipedia-”
“I wrote her Wikipedia.” Gojo huffs indignantly, as if anyone could ever assume anything less. “Because to me, she’s- she’s…”
And, truly, nothing he recited with MLA citations could ever describe you.
Because if there’s one thing that Geto was right about, it’s the fact that Gojo’s been completely and utterly head-over-heels for you ever since he first glimpsed an ad for Sweetheart Online - the hottest, filthiest romance game to hit the industry in the last few years. Maybe ever.
With one love interest - as if he needed any other - you, and your hand in marriage that Gojo had fought rival after unworthy rival to win 143 times already.
He finds himself wracking his brain for any word in the existing lexicon to describe the perfection that is you. Though, it seems that he doesn’t have to think too hard at all.
Because before he can even imagine letting the first few syllables formulate on his tongue, there’s a deafening-
HONK!
Gojo turns, only to see the glaringly white headlights of a truck hurtling towards him at full-speed.
And the first thing he thinks is oh, it kind of looks like the spotlight that dazzles on you 1 minute and 24 seconds into the game’s Coronation Event. The second thing he thinks is…fuck.
.
.
.
“-highness—looks rabid!”
“—that’s rude, but…”
“-oh dear, put your sword down, Itadori.”
Gojo takes a few bleary seconds to pat himself mentally on the back for deducing that he’s died and made his way to heaven. Honestly, it doesn’t matter what Yaga says - he really is a genius sometimes.
What else could the delicate paintings of cupids and clouds on the staggeringly tall ceiling abovehead mean? He didn’t think that the heavens above had a fancy for Baroque - but who was he to judge?
Certainly not when it seemed like he was sprawled out on a painfully decadent bed. Sifting among layers and layers of delicate silk that almost swallowed him whole - oh, it was fit enough for his figurine collection of you.
A sharp crick shoots along Gojo’s neck when he turns his eyes towards what seemed like a towering window, wincing at the large glowing ball of light washing warmly over him. If he squinted his eyes it almost looked like…the sun?
Surely, he wasn’t a ghost then.
It hadn’t even been daybreak once that semi-truck had run him over, and even if he was to haunt anyone then it would be to bug Geto into plastering his collection of your posters all over his gravestone.
And the final piece of celestial evidence being a soft, soothing tone ringing in his ears and already becoming his favorite new song. Coming from the mouth of an angel peering down at him who looked - lo and behold - like your very spitting image.
“Oh…” It comes out in a hoarse, scratchy gasp. All the air knocking out of his poor lungs once you inch in mere centimeters closer to his glassy view. He can’t help but reach up a trembly hand, “You’re even more beautiful in 3D.”
SMACK!
Gojo flinches when his hand gets knocked away unceremoniously by someone else’s- there were other people here? “You dare attempt to touch the princess? After revealing yourself in her chambers? I should call the guards right now-”
Now, he didn’t know much about the afterlife, but he was sure that demons weren’t allowed in heaven.
“It’s quite alright, Nobara.” The angel speaks up, and oh, it’s not even his name being said but Gojo already feels his heart leap a little and suddenly wishes it was. “Judging by the state of his clothes it seems he’s not from these parts. Maybe he’s lost?”
Gentle hands are suddenly bestowed upon his to softly pull him up, and before he can open his mouth to undoubtedly blurt out something stupid, there’s a ringing PING!
Jumping just about a foot off the bed, he’s scrambling to stand as a strangely robotic voice speaks from somewhere overhead, “Milestone: Touch a Girl reached. System activation successful! Congratulations, user [Satorulovesprincess]. Welcome to Sweetheart Online.”
If the group in front of him heard anything, then they didn’t show a sign.
Very much the opposite of a thoroughly panicked Gojo, flailing his head towards the source of the noise until his eyes meet a holographic screen hovering just a few inches over his head.
As if something pulled right out of one of Geto’s favorite trashy sci-fi films - fuck being in heaven, he was probably still on those Shibuya streets hallucinating and causing an incident..
Gojo treks down a hand to pinch his forearm, just a little harder than necessary when the voice booms once more-
“Quite ingenious, user [Satorulovesprincess]. However, we assure you that what you are seeing is real.” The screen displays those exact words in time. “You have initiated the execution of the system, and are now bound to Sweetheart Online.”
“System- Sweetheart Online-” Great, he’s going mad. Running his hands through tousled locks of cloudy white, “Don’t tell me…don’t tell me this is like one of those shitty isekai anime.”
Oh god it all made sense - the truck, the system, the truck. And Gojo’s watched much more than enough cliché isekai anime with the otaku club to realize.
It’s like a pit of ice forms at the bottom of his stomach. He bet that no one but him could see the glaring screen right now. A fact he was especially glad for once the following words roll out-
“Following your sudden and extremely inexperienced death, Mission: No-Longer-Virgin has already started.”
Whispering to himself, “So this is where virgins go after death. Some sort of purgatory perhaps in which the last wishes of the virgin are materialized- although that doesn’t explain the presence of- wait-”
“Good luck, user: [Satorulovesprincess]. May your virginity collapse, and your sex life prosper!”
If Gojo didn’t know any better, he’d have sworn that the disjointed voice sounded amused.
But wait- no, it wanted Gojo to lose his virginity? His long-held, precious, maiden virginity? After twenty-something years, how crude that this ah- mission marrs his delicate body. Did the system think that he was some sort of harlot to-
“Are…are you okay, strange sir?”
Okay, maybe losing his virginity wasn’t all that bad.
Turning back around slowly, “I uh…”
And this wasn’t quite how Gojo imagined meeting you - glasses askew, hair rumpled, in the very same ratty hoodie and sweatpants he’d camped outside the anime store in - hell, he never thought he’d meet you in general.
But then you smile, and Gojo falls onto his knees. Right then and there on the polished floor.
You were exactly as he’d seen on-screen. Brows quirking upwards just a slight cheeky degree the same way it did whenever his in-game avatar said something particularly smooth. Gorgeous. The silken skirts of your ball gown looking oh-so-soft to the touch but not as soft as you-
“Your highness, on top of being a madman, he drools at the sight of you!” A younger girl shrieks - Nobara Kugisaki, your trusty attendant, he remembers. Hastily wiping his lips, “Kindly consider having his skull impaled.”
There was nothing kindly about having his skull impaled, and Gojo’s already clutching his head when you chuckle. “Your name?”
Ah, he’s forgotten how to speak. Forgotten how to breathe. “G-Gojo Satoru- my princess- your highness.”
“Apologies, I’m not sure what foreign ambassador you are, but I do welcome you kindly to our kingdom.” You’re letting your eyes roam all over his still-kneeled body, and in them glittered something…dark.
Sliding over your hand and oh! Gojo remembers this.
He’s drinking in that delicate floral scent of yours, dragging his plump mouth to meet the back of your hand in a lingering kiss. The very moment his lips touch you, Gojo feels lightheaded.
And only after pulling away does he realize exactly why-
“Ah! He’s bleeding!” The young man - your loyal knight, Itadori - yelps, and Gojo’s clapping over the warm wetness smearing over his lower face. A nosebleed? Really? Just from kissing your hand? God, Geto was right - he really is a loser. “Should I call the healers, your highness?”
“No we have him drawn and quartered for such an unseemly display-”
“Nobara, that’s quite alright.” You’re waving off, smooth marble floors resonating out sharp clacks! when you walk even closer. Close. Too close. Until you’re seated on the edge of the bed, “After all, it is my consort choosing ceremony. Isn’t that what you’re here for, Satoru?”
Gojo thinks he could faint at the way you say his name - and he almost does.
Scrambling towards you, he’s fully kneeling at your feet now. You’re so beautiful - so real - that pearly beads of tears dot his fluttering lashes. “Y-yes, ma’am.”
He swears he hears you mumble cute under your breath. Now he could really faint–
“Oh? And I intend on fulfilling the wishes of my guest.” Speaking somewhere over his shoulder, “You two are dismissed. Lock the doors.”
Kugisaki is, unsurprisingly, the one to protest. “But- but, your highness he’s-” And, honestly, Gojo can recognize the raw expression of what the fuck in her voice. He doesn’t blame her one bit. Not when you tip his head up further to face yours and his nose twitches like he’s about to start nosebleeding all over again. “...pathetic.”
Ouch. Gojo was on the verge of spoiling the ending to her character’s backstory when you’re humming. “I like them pathetic, Nobara.”
Did he mention you were an angel?
“So…” You’re luring him in, and just that heady lilt of your voice already makes his cottony grey sweatpants tight. Shit- wasn’t this the type of situation that he wrote secret fanfics about?
Barely hearing the creaky SLAM! of the double doors to your royal chamber. Clouded pants waft over your satisfied features, he’s peeking up at you over his large spectacles. Lolling closer and closer-
Mumbling, “Yes, my prin- oh!”
Gojo’s pouted strawberry-pink lips wobble cutely when the golden points of your heel dig into the fleshy mound of his thigh. Prominent Adam’s apple bobbing, “Y-your highness?”
“What’s this about a-” Watery eyes widening wordlessly when you’re sliding it all the way up, up, up along the shockingly curvaceous muscles to press right down on the straining inches of his fattened cock. Needy. Bulging. “-virginity loss mission-” Hard. “-Satoru?”
And Gojo doesn’t know what comes first - that sharp inhale at the realization, or him.
Fist flying up for him to sink his pretty pearly whites into when he’s biting back a whimper and cumming.
You could feel the way that Gojo’s sloppy mushroom tip was just bawling with every lazy grind up and down his sappy slit.
Milking out the thick, goopy ribbons being sprinkled from his rounded mushroom tip. Volumes upon volumes. So much of it. That warm texture clinging against the flats of your shoe and puddling out mushy dark splotches into his sweatpants.
Shit. Shit shit shit - cumming just from that. All in front of the woman of his dreams. Part of him almost wants to apologize.
But the way your mouth curls into a sleazy grin makes Gojo’s heart race, every minute action only keeping his achy length even harder.
He so can’t help himself from grabbing your calves to halt with a few twitchy fingers - only to be going against his own yearnings. Hips humping yours once like a fucking dog as his breath hitches, “You- you know?”
“Awww, of course I know, Toru. I can see the screen.” Fuck- he hopes you can’t feel the wet splat! of another buttery wad of cum being dolloped out generously from his depraved divot. Leaning in, “S’this the first time anyone else has ever made you cum?”
He knew you were teasing - he knew it. But that doesn’t stop Gojo from panting out a strained, “Yes.”
“Hmmm, well-” You’re tapping your chin in thought, despite already having made your decision. But it was just so fun to see this beautiful man shivering and pleading on his knees. “I don’t know where you transmigrated from but…I still am a benevolent ruler, after all.”
He gulps. Cupping one flushed side of his face, Gojo’s practically a steaming hot mess of putty in your hands. “And I can take care of that little virginity business for you.”
Croaking out, “P-please.”
“Hmmm, not good ‘nough.” You’re rovering down even further to press a slight smooch of pressure against his fatly filled-up balls. Thighs squeezing at just how big they were - breeder balls. “Is that how you speak to your princess?”
“No- no no no-” Gojo’s shaking his head so hard that it makes him a little dizzy, or maybe that was the way that you were fisting your determined digits into his faded hoodie. “Please…ma’am.”
“Much better.”
Before he can even blink, he’s being dragged upwards according to your every want and whim. Thrown onto the bouncy king-sized mattress with such strength- of course, he shouldn’t even be surprised. You are the future queen for a reason, after all.
In fact, he’s never skipped a single cut scene that showed you training your battle skills-
“Now now, don’t tell me you’re tapping out already?” Your voice drifts its way into his melty mind, words so sugary sweet that he could almost taste them. “At least gimme a lil’ kiss now-”
And it’s more than anything he could’ve ever dreamed of.
Muffling back a muted yes, Gojo’s surging upwards to clash his lips into yours. And oh shit, just-now realizing that he’s lost his first ever kiss.
Then his second. His third. His fourth.
It’s messy. It’s hot.
Tugging you even closer with a forearm around your waist. Gojo’s sloppy tongue is licking its way past your ravenous entrance, fucked-out bubbles of spittle pop up at the edges of his pursed lips when you’re breaking away-
“N-nooo-” He’s letting off a shuddering whine, chasing after you with a sluttily half-parted maw. “Gimme- wanna ‘nother kiss, princess.”
So greedy. The fat curve of your thumb positions itself on Gojo’s prettily dimpled chin, prying open his dewy lips even further. “Open that mouth f’me, Toru?”
He’s doing exactly what you’re saying before he even realizes it. The glistening muscle of his tongue splayed-out perfectly on display for you - for you to spit out a heavy mass of saliva right onto his pinkish tastebuds.
Gojo moans at the contact - and you can feel it before he does. The subtle jolt of his weepy cockhead, before your languidly gyrating kneecap is dampened with another wiry slather of cum. Warm and wet.
“Cumming again?” You coo, eyes darting between the ever-growing pool of a frosted mess between his long legs, and his face. Gojo looked so pretty like this - glasses sliding down his button nose, eyes shuttering with each heaving pant - gasp. Face flushed and slicked with a slight shimmer of sweat, stray locks of white curtain and stick to his reddened forehead. He looked so pretty. “Just from that?”
He’s squirming his depraved hips to smudge a faint glaze of seed down your mounds of flesh, one palm dancing upwards to stop himself from having a nosebleed all over again. “C-can’t help it…The average time of ejaculation for a man is five to seven minutes based on psychological factors and age. And as a healthy young man just because I-”
You’re shutting him up with a kiss, and Gojo almost wonders why more people don’t do this time - that is, until he remembers they’re not you.
“Sounds pretty serious.” You’re nodding, a mask of teasing graveness taking over your face. Swiftly shuffling down the seemingly endless expanse of the bed. Doughy fingerpads delicately hooking onto the hem of his drenched pants, “Better get a taste before you run out, then.”
Gojo lets out such a breathy pant at the implication, “N-no it won’t, considering the volume of the seminal vesicle and- ah!”
Whatever drunken rambling of his is cut very, very short as soon as you tug down those useless sweatpants and let Gojo’s red, painfully angry cock smack! against his abdomen with a wet smear.
He was so…big.
Such girthy, solid inches upon inches that twitched needily right before your very eyes. A rummaging, left-leaning curve being nestled above two pretty pink balls.
Your mouth waters once you’re curling your fingers dexterously around his plump circumference, making his cerise cockhead waterfall out in another lazy sheen of pre. It’s honestly a bit of a strain to even get your fingertips meeting each other properly with his incredible size, and that just makes you want him more.
Gojo’s knitting his ivory brows nervously, “S-s’it okay?”
It’s more than okay.
And you’re about to show him that.
Cerulean irises crossing together until they were all heart-eyed when a saturated coating of your saliva tops his bloated tip like a layer of icing. Before he feels himself fall in fucking love just at the gummy peck of your mouth onto the rotund ends of his length.
“W-woahhh—” He’s breathing out, eyes locked lecherously right with yours when the steaming hot cavern of your mouth sinks in more and more and more- “This- what- fuuuck-”
And then you’re huffing out a slight chuckle through your nose, hitting his drenched base and making him keen. Slender hips of his lurch the perfect angle off the luxurious bed to bump his mountainous head against the very back of your throat.
Gasping - begging.
“You’re seriously gonna…take me?” Prattling through clenched teeth as you grace him with a few more flooding masses of spit. It makes him feel so used. Feel so good. “Like you- you’re gonna put me in your mouth?”
“No.” You’re snickering at the utterly crestfallen look on his face, full mouth downturned, puffed-up tip tinting an even more blasphemous red as if to tempt you. Your fingers tangle with his to claw at the crown of your head, “You’re gonna put yourself in my mouth.”
Oh.
Oh.
“Shit-” Gojo whispers - more to himself than anything. “You can do this- can- can do this- just suck on m’cock-” Rubbing out a translucent lipstain all over your ajar maw before plugging his proud girth inside. “Please- wanna know what it feels…”
Gojo can’t remember what he was saying. What he was thinking.
Because just a few vulgar sucks of your tenderized mouth around his inflated cock and he’s drunk. Fuck dying by a truck, he was about to die just by this.
Head lolling all the way back against the poofy pillows, white-hot bliss flashing behind his eyes and- when had he even closed them?
“Wh-why does it feel so–” he’s clenching his jaw, dredging out every single ounce of will in his being to peer at the heavenly - hah- sight below. “-so- good- c-can it feel so good- hngh- please-”
Gojo’s drawing up the hem of his hoodie to cover that brightly blossoming blush. So adorable. He even tasted sweet, like the best of salted caramel that made you infinitely want more.
Your salacious tongue is repeatedly wetting down his lightning bolted veins. Up and down up and down up and down to draw little hearts on those bumpy lines.
His sobbing cockhead mushing back into the velveteen walls of your mouth, and Gojo could cum just from the voluptuous curve being outlined into your cheek. He’s finding it almost fucking impossible to grunt out over the raw squelches! emanating from where you were making out with his throbbing cock, “Must be illegal- that’s it! It f-feels so good this must be- ngh- outlawed.”
You’ve rendered him stupid. And he’s so hot and heavy in your mouth, it makes your core stir up to think that you’re the first.
Every choked-up plea only resonates off of the numerous corners of your bedroom even louder once your fingers latch onto the gluttonous curve of his fattened balls. Squeezing-
“S-so dirty- so dirty, princess…” And part of Gojo doesn’t know why he’s letting his traitorous hands wander onto the back of your scalp. Doesn’t know why he’s plunging just a few more inches past your prettily-pouted lips - you were his princess and he was…not treating you like royalty.
The Gojo in this game had always been so smooth. So suave. Taking his sweet, sweet time to hold your hand and talk to you about the politics of your kingdom.
Right now he was curving his thick thighs to flex around your shoulder and feeding you every saccharine inch you could possibly swallow up. “Can you- can you take more? Take this biiiig fuckin’ cock?”
You’re being choked in a locked hold by his powerful legs, and you’ve never been wetter. Practically puddling out a syrupy pond on the sheets underneath you.
Tugging out the thick nub of his thumb to smear those honeyed splatters of his precum at the corners of your mouth, you can only grin as you let your sentence translate into thrumming vibrations. “Mhmm— Settling into it s-so well, aren’t ya, Tooooru?”
“F-fuck!” Gojo’s blushing tip glides shyly down the tight back of your throat, rovering all along each n’ every millimeter of space inside you. It only made your head bob faster to imagine how he would feel down there- “Don’t talk- don’t talk. Please don’t talk s’gonna make me…”
But you.
Oh, Gojo Satoru has read your character profile over 2489 times by now.
He’s memorized every factoid and morsel of knowledge there is to know about you - so of course, he should’ve known. Should’ve realized that babbling away those words would only make your sultry motions increase.
“Cum f’me like a good boy.”
And he does.
You can only watch in awe when a pearlescent globule of cum gumdrops from his weepy orifice, one. Two. Three. Until Gojo was just drenching the entirety of your mouth with thickly viscous coatings of seed, until you were just drooling with a wadded mess of spittle and seed.
Salty flavor dripping down your tongue and flooding out. So much of it. Too much, Gojo was spurting out the thickest ribbons of creamy white as if he’d never cum before - and doesn’t plan to stop any time soon.
More, more, more like it was the sound of your voice making him shiver. Making him whine like a zillion volts of electricity was running down his greedy spine.
The moment you pull away, hefty oodles of cum hit Gojo’s toned abs with a wet splat! And your dear subject is wrangling out his hands towards you like he never wanted to let go.
“No- no! Please- please come back-” Crinkling tears trek their way down his dewy face, sensory pads of his fingers reaching out for you desperately, only for you to part away. “N-need your pretty mouth on me.”
You’re raising a brow, thumbing over his still-crying divot, “But don’tcha want something…else, Satoru?”
“Something- else?” He’s rasping out haltingly, head thoroughly swimming with nothing but you. Your heart glows with pride at the way he can barely form coherent sentences, “What…oh.”
But Gojo gets the idea soon enough when you’re hastily shedding away your outer robes. He fumblingly tries to help, of course, but the simple idea of helping a woman undress is too much for him - and he’s banished to simply watching you, one hand held underneath his nose in case of another…incident.
Gown and undergarments hitting the floor, your gorgeous legs come to hike up, up, up- driveling mouth falling slack the moment they’re ending up rested on either side of his intoxicated head.
“Oh.” He wheezes intelligently up at your glistening cunt.
“Nothing else ta say?” Your heady purrs only make him blush, nuzzling his feverishly burning cheek against the spattered sheen of slick at your inner thigh. He’s making such a mess on purpose. Making himself a mess.
“Well-” Gojo bats his long lashes up at you dangerously, clear planes of his glasses digging into the handsome apples of his cheeks. But he didn’t mind. Couldn’t even feel anything but the sweltering heat of your arousal. “-jus’ that- I want you to spit in my mouth, princess.”
And the very moment that sugar-coated sap, Gojo moans.
Eyes flickering shut at the taste of himself - the taste of you. A candied little tinge that he oh-so-badly needs more of - and without even a second of hesitation, he’s stuffing himself right there between your pretty legs.
It doesn’t matter the rhythm. It doesn’t matter the rhyme.
And Gojo doesn’t even know any - the very moment your puffy lips are meeting his kiss-bitten ones in a French kiss, he already knows that your cute cunt has taken him hostage.
Jaw clenching as he tries to memorize all those fanfics he guiltily read night after night, Gojo’s bumping up his cloudily condensed glasses further up his nose when he leaves one kiss. Two. “Ohhhh, your pussy tastes s-sooo good.”
And they each get messier and messier after the other.
Letting the heaping dollops of your juices flood onto his roughened tastebuds, he’s letting his long tongue peek apart your gluey pussylips. Sliding the very tip up and down and round n’ round your slicked entrance.
“The- the oh!” Gojo flinches just as your body arches even deeper once he pokes his fat muscle past your tight ring. Leaving such a slew of wet slurps with every drag, he was dirty. “-according to what I’ve read, th-the clitoris is found at the top of the vulva. It should be located where the hah- labia-”
His words cut off with what you swear sounds like a strangled whimper when you harshly fist your digits into his silken-soft strands and push.
And you don’t notice it at the time, hell, even Gojo doesn’t notice with just how ruined he was right about now.
But the sole moment you’re manhandling him to your will makes his flushed crownhead geyser out a torrential of cum.
Fountaining out waves and waves of seed that paint his hefty base with a frosted ring. Such thickened volumes for the nth time tonight. Just from the roughened way that you were pushing him to make out with your pretty pussy.
He wanted to be used.
“Used, huh?” You’re letting out a murky pant of laughter- fuck, did he say that out loud? “Wanna be u-used, Satoru- wanna keep that big mouth of yours hngh- full?”
He’s nodding. Nodding and nodding and nodding with every sloppy gyration that you bestow all down his features. Huffing and puffing through every gasping breath he manages to shudder in, he’s shooting out a good mass of saliva. “Yes- ride me. Ride me. Fucking ride my face. A-always wanted you to ride me- hngh- please.”
And how could you deny him when he’s all begging like that?
Gluey ropes of spit and slick lacquer Gojo’s chin like a smooth polish, and he’s sticking against you like he was just as clingy. Jaw grinding against your kinetically moving pussy, the pointed edge of his nose weaves from between your leaky slit and ends up pressing right onto your clit-
“O-oh!” Your head tumbles backwards with an ever-tightening grip onto his sweat-dampened locks. “Yeah- right there–”
“Here? Here?” He sounds like he couldn’t quite believe it. The ravenous edge of his thumb curling right up your soppy slit and pinning down your hooded clit. Hard. “The glans clitoris r-right here. And I found it- I found it.” Breathing out a long whistle that makes your heated skin bristle with goosebumps, “I always wondered what would h-happen if I…”
You barely even have the time to react before you’re staring at the glisten of Gojo’s sharp canines sneaking up to your sensitive nub and biting.
And he didn’t expect this.
He didn’t expect it to be better than the fanfiction-
Because your generous cunt just cascades in another jet of sappy juices, glazing Gojo’s features sexily all the way from his dimpled grin up to his glasses.
They’re dripping wet, waterlogged with treacly film of slick that forces him to gawk up at you from below with such a loving gaze. Just the way he’s peering up at you is enough to make your breaths hitch.
“Gonna- gonna write about this, y’know? H-hope you know that this changed my hah- fuckin’ life, my princess…my girl.” Gojo drawls out lazily, movements as slow as if he was slipping through molasses when he sinks the rounded tips of his cushy fingers into your slick-flooded entrance. “Gonna h-have you for breakfast- for ah- lunch…aaaand for dinner.”
With a pitchy whine, you’re tightening your hold onto his thick locks and mushing his face so close. Close enough that you could already feel the mushy pout of his lips and that lazy chuckle.
Only then do you realize that he’s doing this on purpose. Mouthing off until you’re making both his chilling frames and his regal nose clash at the target of your clit with every repeated swivel, each glissading snog of his tongue making you throb.
Everywhere. Anywhere. Everywhere and anywhere that he could reach.
“Such a dirty boy, huh?” You muse, swearing that that only makes him even sloppier. “S’that what you are? Ngh- bet you’ve never tasted a p-pussy before, huh?”
“N-nooo- haven’t. But are they all so…fucking delicious?” And he’s lapping up every sensual ounce, not letting even a tiny speckle go to waste. Because Gojo Satoru was kissing your pretty pussy like he could only dream of those long, lonely nights.
You were a fucking dream - his dream.
The full force of his desperation hitting you when Gojo’s letting his drunken head loll ever-so-slightly backwards to take a good, long admiring look at your cunt. And you wonder if he could even see with his glasses all sodden and filthy like that.
You wonder if he even realized when he’s leaving a lingering swat! of his plush fingertips right onto the bullseye of your pulsing button, and then another few at your fleshy channel.
And it was so unfair how he was pummeling your poor gummy walls with swipe after swipe of his eager fingerpads working your glutinous walls open. Probing his neatly manicured fingers perfectly into your most tender spots. “Like that?”
“Sh-shiiit–” You’re mewling at the tautly coiling build-up at your cunt. Further and further. You felt like you were about to snap. “-is- is this my first time or yours, Toru–”
“Don’t know. Don’t care.” And Gojo’s palming his engulfing hands over the jiggling mounds of your ass to drag you like some ragdoll even deeper onto his sloppy maw. You’re forced to slap your hand onto the royal headboard to get at least some semblance of balance. “Jus’ want you- need you.”
Gawping up at you - he looks just as fucked-out as you feel. Blushing oh-so-innocently with his lecherous mouth slithering to steal a loud mwah! planted onto your salivating pussy. And then a final, weighty wad of spit. “Need me to be yours.”
With a final, trembling shove of Gojo’s pretty face pliantly against your hot core, you’re cumming. Riding out your peak with stuttering rotations all over his lolled-out, bumpy tastebuds.
“Fuh-fuck!” You didn’t even care if you were getting his glasses messy at this point - he’d already made enough of a mess out of you. Embarrassingly so. “S’s-so good. Hah- gotta put your mouth to work more o-often, Satoru.”
And you can’t stop the way that your jaw parts into a soft oh! every time he pinches your bulbous clit at the very tip of every single one of your peaks. Right on time. More on sheer animal instinct than anything because Gojo’s still reeling from the fact that he made you cum.
He made you cum.
He made you cum.
He made you cum.
Babbling away just as stupidly as he had mere moments before, your orgasm is…magical. None of these haughty princes or dukes could ever compare to this. “S-such a good ngh- boy f’me.”
That is, until you feel Gojo tenderly curl his fingers around one of your stray ones to form a fist. Nudging it against one of yours in a…fistbump?
“You have…no…fucking idea.” He’s letting out a drenching ptwah! of spittle, all the masses and rivulets of your sickeningly sweet juices sliding all the way down his tongue and pooling at the back of his throat. Like he always wanted your taste there.
And you’re still feeling the twinging tremors down your spine, flurries of stars bursting behind your hooded lids when he lets his sinfully long tongue slather your fluttering cunt with another hot kiss.
Nose crinkling at how you’re stagnating your vigorous cadence, he bats his lashes up at your shocked stare - and you already know what his sapphire gaze is begging for before he even asks.
“Toru-”
“More.” Gojo interrupts you - and he knows he’ll beat himself up for it later. Maybe he’ll even…make it up to you. But for now, the only thing replaying on his cottony mind was just how perfect you looked cumming all over his mouth - even the specially-paid NSFW scenes didn’t go into this much detail.
He was in heaven.
You feel the humid brush of his tongue between your saturated pussylips, pleading. Begging. “Wan’ more- wanna taste you more, princess- please-”
And Gojo looks so fucking heartbroken the very moment those lips part with such a wet slurp! A low whine curdling at the back of his throat, his glossy lips curve downwards into a jutted-out pout.
He’s chasing after your pussy with absolutely no shame, greedy fingertips digging into the curve of your ass while he nudges you closer and closer. Stealing tiny kittenish licks, stealing longing whiffs just to smell the scent of your pussy.
“No- no- want- please-” He’s rambling away, half-lidded eyes widening with alarm. Like you were taking away his favorite dessert right from under his nose, and Gojo was not having it.
But you knew a thing or two about ruling.
And it’s with such smug satisfaction that you get to push down a wolfish Gojo so hard he collides back onto the mattress and bounces.
Giggling - giggling, “S’this mean I get to…fuck you now?”
Oh, it’s spoken like a mantra. A true confession that he never even imagined would come out from those lips of his.
You’re nodding, “Mhm— m’thinking that good boys get to hah- fuck me.”
He’s ogling you right now when you meander between his milky legs just as you did before. Except, this time, you’re stopping right at the defined v-line of his sculptured hips. Darting thumb rubbing back and forth over the pooling streaks of cum from just before.
“Did you cum without me ngh- again, Toru?” You’re teasing, and he almost feels so pathetic the way his mouth latches onto the curve of your sheened digits and sucks. “That’s not what a good-”
“I am I am-” Gojo insists, brows furrowing. He’s so unsure what to do, so unsure what to even think other than looping his arms around your waist to tug, tug, tug you ever-closer. It’ll never be enough. “Promise I’ll be a- ngh-”
Shit.
Your fingers shackle a tight grip around his pale, prespired neck. He looks so gorgeous squirming underneath you like this - squirming for more, that is.
“Then you better promise to fuck me really good, Satoru.” Your whispers come out in a honeyed tone that wafts against his reddening ears. Maybe because of that, maybe because of the way your nails claw marks, you feel his plumpened head twitch. “Really good.”
His head lolls all the way into your grasp, he was done. Murmuring, “I’ll be a really, really good boy- ma’am.”
That did it.
And before Gojo knows it, you’re letting his syrupy mushroom tip slip in a few thick inches with ease. Geysers of his pre trickling out from between the tight stretch of your gluey hole, sinking in more and more.
Gojo’s mouth opens with a slow leak of drool with just how warm you were hugging him from the inside. Your candied walls so fucking clingy that he finds himself choking out a huff, planting two steadying hands on either side of your waist and pushing-
“Oh fuck- oh fuck.” His eyes grow adorable wide, stare perched right down where he was disappearing in and out of you in mindless, rapid ruts just to bully himself inside. “Th-this feels nothing like my P-Pocketpussy3000-”
“Toru…” Your words come out in a growl, crescent nail leaving neat indentations on his column of skin.
“J-just feels so much better, my girl.” Gojo insists, something swirling deeply in his eyes that makes your heartbeat irregular. “You’re so…so warm and- and wet. That stupid rubber could never compare to the adventitia and musclaris and- and I’m really fucking you.”
He is.
He was, at least until only a few vulgarly deep strokes probing in about halfway down his swollen shaft makes Gojo bump his ridged slit against one of those spots. The globe of Gojo’s proud cockhead leaves a hefted thud! that thunders pure bliss into your fuzzy head and makes you clench.
And it makes him cum. Again.
Wet spurts of warm seed splashing into each n’ every inch inside of you and filling you all the way up to the brim. There’s so many of his copious ribbons sloshing around inside of you, and it doesn’t even make Gojo’s tempo slow down.
It doesn’t even make him falter.
“Sh-shiiiit-” He’s hissing, lower lip worried and fussed between his teeth until you were sure he’d be drawing blood. “Cumming—!”
Dipping down a few fingers to part your soppy lips, Gojo’s thrusts get more relentless when he catches his eyes on the steady waterfall of cum and slick seeping into his hoodie. Fucking the webbed mess deeper - but it only wrings out more pearly wads streaming down.
Gojo’s voice wrenches out from the very back of his throat in a stubborn mewl, just about five octaves higher than you’re used to. “I came…inside.”
The one n’ only warning you get before he hooks an arm around the small of your back and flips the two of you over. Easily.
Back sinking into the velvety bed-covering, your spine arches in a geometrical semicircle off the mattress as Gojo takes the blasphemous opportunity to bottom out. His meaty tip finally meets the target of your spongy cervix, breeder balls clashing stickily into the split end of your folds with a hulking thwack!
And you’re almost wondering at just how it was possible that Gojo - nervous, bumbling Gojo Satoru who’d never even held hands with a woman before - had the willpower and strength to overpower a seasoned fighter like you.
But that’s when he tugs his utterly sullied hoodie off and you’re rendered thoughtless. Mouth watering at the toned ridges and curves that bulged all over his Herculean body.
Gojo wasn’t just toned - he was fucking jacked.
And all yours for the taking.
Just your greedy stare is enough to wash his cheekbones with a scorching blush, as if he wasn’t near-nine inches deep inside you already. You gasp when his tongue pokes out to catch a few dripping splat! splat! splats! of your slick still dripping from his glasses. “I-I read in a director’s cut that you like men with abs so I…”
And before you can even respond, his hips do all the talking for you. Striking your own with a deafening pap! of skin-on-skin, broad pecs heaving with a sharp inhale as if he didn’t even realize what he was doing. Wasn’t in control.
Two of his doughy palms veer underneath your now-jittery thighs and hoist them up effortlessly to dangle over his shoulders.
Gojo’s letting off a low grunt when his curvaceous knees slide wider across the pricey bedsheets. All the while mumbling, “N’ just because m’a hah- virgin doesn’t mean I don’t know a thing or two. Like- I saw this thing ngh- o-online called a…” Bending you like a pliant lawnchair down, down, down- “-a mating press.”
Online? Mating press? You didn’t know what he was rambling on nonsensically about now, but maybe you could excuse that with the fact that he was stretching you out stupid.
“What a pretty boy.” You’re managing out, fingers unsticking a few strands of pearly white plastering onto his forehead. “Now s-stop teasing and hngh- fuck me.”
Your words are jolting such a dark, primal part of his brain. Eyes hooded, teeth pulling back with a low whimper of ah! The bed sings out a protesting creak when Gojo’s hand comes slamming! down onto the poor frame. Spitting out, “I-I can’t stop…fuck- I can’t stop. Won’t-”
He’s pushing and pushing his ravenous hips in animalistic little humps, the cylindrical shape of his cock swabbing in sultry circles around your gooey insides. Already splitting you apart snugly to the brim, but still he’s drilling in for more.
“You hafta move, Satoru-” Even your most gentle tone is enough to make his strawberry divot sugarcoat you in a thickly viscous few spatters of pre.
And when he talks he sounds wild, “Do I- haaaah- do I really hafta move? Jus’ wanna lose my virginity like this. Wanna stay inside you forever and ever and ever.”
He was already pussydrunk.
And it’s so cute it makes your heart clench. All over six feet of him melting into you by now; head heatedly shoved against the crook of your neck, motions glissading a slip n’ slide of his sexily defined abs pinned to your front. Powerless.
Gojo blinks up at you through thoroughly hazy eyes when you tilt his face back up to face yours, and the deep eye-contact makes him blush.
“But I really, really wan’ you to hah- fuck me.” You pout, and you already know by the stutter in his labored breathing that you have him wrapped around your cute lil’ finger. Jostling your hips in a slight buck, “Look-she’s begging for ya already.”
Oh.
“Is- is she really?” Gojo sighing out in surprise, eyes pondering down to where he was making your puffed-up pussy folds bulge. Slipping out a gasp before he’s clutching onto his nose to stop any more bleeding.
Your slobbering lips coated with a glimmer of his spit and cum, so very his that Gojo finds himself subconsciously nodding along to the sappy squelches bubbling from below.
“Yes- yes you’re right–” Propelling a slow drag of his hips to sweep every hidden orifice of yours inside, “Oh! Ya got l-louder- so you agree-”
He’s hiking up your legs even further up his shoulders, interlocking them with one massively flexing bicep held behind his head. Eyes still locked below - only then do you realize that he’s not talking to you.
And then again. And again. And again and again until Gojo was striking your poor cervix with repeated battering rams of his plump cock. Dense balls stinging against your ass with ringing thwacks. Spherical bruises of his circumference being indented over n’ over it’s like he doesn’t even realize.
Didn’t even know he was doing anything other than wrenching out the most sinful noises from your goopy pussy.
“Mhm- such a pretty ngh- pussy.” Spitting out the very word like it was embarrassing, two sizeable fingers latch around the plump peak of your clit. Transfixed. You wondered whether he even remembered his own name. “Such a pretty clit.”
“Fuck!” You’re halfway through sobbing when he sends shockwaves of pleasure all across your body. And even more so when one tilted drive of all his inches leaves a skidding skim down the area of your g-spot. “There- right there, Satoru-”
He’s gaping up at you as if suddenly snapped out of a hypnotic trance, only to fall into an all-new one. Disbelieving mouth parted slightly, he breathes, “I’m…fucking you. I’m actually- ohhh fuck m’fucking you- like really, truly. This isn’t a dream.” Like he just realized - and he just did. “M’giving you my cock- making you t-take alllll of it-”
Never in his life did he think anything could ever feel this good. He was never going back. He would never be the same.
Your drooling pussy was molding around him so nicely, taking onto the very shape of his long shaft. Massaging every inflamed vein poking against your splashed walls, so warm with the leftover puddles of his own sticky cum.
He’s worshipping you, tilting his head to place a heady trailway of wet kisses down each of your ankles. “M’yours so m’-” Then your calves, your tits, your collarbones, everywhere and anywhere-
“-m’gonna make feel h-hah good.” His nose scrunches with focus, a few fat ends of Gojo’s fingers come down from pinning your ankles to splay out on your tummy. All bloated with his thick outline that even through his fogged-up glasses, he swears he could see a bulge. “Need to find it- need to.”
Pound after pound being placed desperately onto everywhere he could reach inside of you. You can feel the baking hot swash of his sap coating you in a second skin. Each dab of his ballooned crownhead leaves behind a marking bead of buttery pre.
And maybe it was the way you’re feeling the slow trickle of all his sappy torrentials inside you, but you’re gurgling out a little, “What- what are you-”
“The g-spot.” Gojo answers your messy blithers of syllables with a tender rub onto your clit. Though, he wasn’t too far behind himself, if the way his digits trembled told you anything. “It’s s-supposed to be somewhere in the hah- anterior vaginal wall, between your pretty hole and the urethra. Often said to be stimulated about a few inches ngh- up-”
But this time, you’re the one cutting him off. With a rapid, deprived rut that bustles his left-leaning curve to head in a jackhammer precisely towards your bulging g-spot.
And then you see white.
Perhaps from the sheer shock of him leaving a good French kiss that tenderizes your sweetest hidden coves, perhaps from the way that the both of you are cumming.
“Shit- shiiiit-” You’re perking your ass to smack against his in lewd little paps, half-formulated moans flooding your mouth with each delicious thrust being planted right onto that spot. Gojo’s fucking you through each of your edges, over and over until you feel yourself crashing back-to-back into not one, not two, but three orgasms. “Really did fuck me- hngh- ah-”
Before you even realize, you’re throwing your arms around Gojo’s rippling shoulder muscles to claw a few artistic lines of red. And he loves it- fuck, it makes him cum even harder.
“S-spit in my mouth, ma’am.”
And when you do, he latches onto yours with a messy, messy open-mouthed makeout. Groaning around his second-favorite activity of sucking your cute tongue - his most favorite activity being fucking this depraved cunt of yours.
Cumming and cumming until he physically can’t. Steady rivers of seed logging up whatever remnant space inside your snug cunt before he sputters out sheer nothingness.
A shiver wracks through Gojo’s body with the way he was cumming dry. And once he spies down a few whipped globs of it spilling out to form a velvety ring around his base, he’s plugging your leaky entrance with a few free fingers.
Lapping up that trickling excess with a slow suck peering right into your eyes before he seals you with his jostling digits back up again.
“Love it- love it love it love it-” He’s letting loose with each spasm of parching cum overspilling your flooded insides, those ribbony meshes swirl all around his pumping cock and trickle down in a creamy stream. Coating his twitchy balls no matter how much he tries to make you milk up every ounce, so much of it. Hot. “Love it- love being your good boy- I love you.”
Gojo’s heart races when you only plant a cute peck onto his sheened glasses, and then another onto his mouth. Resting your sweaty head against his very own, “How would ya like to be my own royal consort, Toru?”
Ah, it was virtually a proposal. To stay by your side forever and ever and ever - the only thing he’s ever wanted, really.
And Gojo’s about to kiss your awaiting lips senseless as an answer- that is, he was about to before both your ears chime with an undeniable PING!
Before an agitating, gratingly familiar voice rings across your heady atmosphere, “Congratulations user: [Satorulovesprincess] on completing Mission: No-Longer-Virgin!” You’re wincing at the sterile glow of that screen once more. “Please await the new updates to the program Sweetheart Online.”
And you both barely even have time to register those words before there’s a thunderous creak! from the empty space of your royal bed.
Except…the bed wasn’t so empty anymore.
Right with your heated proximity was a man - a beautiful man. All long legs, and inky hair that ran down to his slender waist, twinkling amethyst eyes rounded in the exact same shock that shone in Gojo’s right about now.
“Suguru?”
“Satoru!” Before he’s tilting his head towards you, and perhaps most glaringly, the way that Gojo was still scouring deeply inside you. A delicate blush tints his - Suguru’s - high cheekbones, voice cracking embarrassingly at the end. “P-princess.”
And something about his tone made your cunt quiver - just in time for Geto to shuffle the tightening crotch of his pants. Something that Gojo noticed, if the way he was crushing you to his body even tighter said anything.
“Let me guess-” Gojo tilts his head, a sleazily drunken smirk curving the edges of his ruddied lips. “-the truck got you haaaah- don’ squeeze me like that, my girl– too?”
“It- it was ramen poisoning actually…” Geto’s deep baritone trails off, struggling to rip his eyes away from you as the screen flickers once more.
thank you for answering my question! also i was the "rui is so hhehehhehehe", "when will rui x reader #1 be updated", and "do you have a schedule for posting on wattpad" :D
also sorry about my weird terminology i haven't been on tumblr for very long
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(how did I forget to answer this when I saw it I'm so sorry-)
No problem!! I love answering little asks. And your terminology didn't seem terrible to me?
i hope you feel better soon!! please take a break if you need, and make sure you eat and drink properly <3
Ty tyy!! I do have a therapy needs assessment thing coming up this week, so if things turn out to be worse than expected, I might announce an official hiatus, but for right now, I AM STILL WRITING IN THE BG :) Rui's a huge comfort character for me so I'm writing little bits of fluff here and there for yall, and more smut to come~!
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