megumi wants to see you as you cum ୨୧ megumi fushiguro x fem!reader ୨୧ im gonna lick his tip
riding megumi means holding eye contact with him. it's hard when you're shy about even riding him in the first place. he doesn't care though, he needs your eyes on him.
he's sitting on the bed with you straddling his hips. his cock is buried deep inside you, kissing places you didn't even know he could reach. he makes you wrap your arms around his neck, faces so close you're basically breathing each other in.
he helps you grind on his cock, feeling him go even deeper.
"mm wait!" you whine at the feeling. he doesn't wait though. he keeps helping you roll your hips on his length. its good, feels really full, you can't hold back the long whiny moan that comes out of your throat.
you close your eyes, but then you feel a pinch on your thigh.
"eyes on me." he demands you, rolling deeper into you.
you whine, trying to keep your eyes open, but it's embarrassing. your cheeks flush as he continues bullying your poor pussy.
"bounce, pretty girl." he tells you in a whisper. his lips meet yours in a gentle kiss, far different to what's happening between your legs.
he helps you bounce on his cock, holding your hips tightly. it's enough to leave finger prints and yet it feels so good.
megumi sighs, panting and groaning at the feelings of you fucking yourself on his cock. his lips find yours again in another gentle kiss.
"mm so good, baby, just like that." he whimpers out as you bounce harder. your legs ache from the movements, already preparing for the pain that'll come when you're older. it's worth it though.
his breath mingles with yours, lips a whisper away from yours. "fuuuck, baby." he whines when you clench around him. you bounce sloppily, slow and fast and then stop all at once. he has to take over, rutting his tip into your walls.
"ngh, gumi!" you whine. his tip meets your spongey spot. he moans when he feels you clench around him tightly. it's almost too tight. he can't keep a steady rhythm when you clench him like that.
"tight, sweets, so ti-tight!" he whines, pressing so deep as he finishes inside you. he keeps his eyes on yours, watching as you whine, clenching harshly on his cock, milking him dry.
he watches you try not to close your eyes, failing and earning a pinch.
"i said eyes on me. now we have to do it again because you can't listen."
being with choso meant having your tits sucked 24/7 ୨୧ choso kamo x fem!reader ୨୧ i love boobs
it starts off as a coping mechanism after a long hard day. choso will pull your shirt down and suck on your nipple, softly, squeezing the other gently.
somehow over the months, it turns into an obsession. now, even after a good day, choso thinks he deserves to reward himself. his lips attach to your nipple, sucking and licking, rutting his bulge against your cunt.
if you're home all day with him, there's no point in putting on a bra, let alone a shirt. it will be stripped off you instantly. his lips will be attached to your chest in record time.
he loves sucking on them when he fucks you too. he pounds into you while licking your nipples, marking every single bare spot of skin. he thinks you look pretty like that. and when they all start to fade away, he fucks you again so he can mark them.
your tits will always be covered in his spit. he loves the way his spit shines when it catches a shimmer of light. he spits on your nipples before taking them into his mouth, admiring the wetness of him on your pretty buds.
he sucks your nipples while going to bed. you'll cradle his head in your chest while he sucks on your nipples like a baby with a pacifier. you've gotten used to feeling him falling asleep with your nipple in his mouth. his drool with slide on your skin as he sleeps with you in his mouth.
Your new girlfriend, Satoru, comes home with you for Christmas – and immediately becomes your family’s favourite. She helps in the kitchen, charms your parents, and dresses up as Santa just to make your little cousins laugh. Until you stay alone for the evening, with the warm fireplace and Satoru's present for you. Oh, is it...oh! Merry Christmas!
spinoff to my pretty pretty girl
content/warnings: fem! gojo, fem! reader, female gojo is masc, wlw, oral (fem receiving), fingering, whimpering, lesbian sex, flirting, fluff, both fall for each other, oneshot, Christmas, Satoru is a Santa Claus lmao, first time using a strap-on hehe, top!Gojo, penetrative sex, Merry Christmas!
pairings: fem!Gojo x fem!Reader
a/n:
dividers by @saradika-graphics, wc: 6k
"I don't know", Satoru said, looking at your phone with a family chat displayed on it.
Your family was going crazy about the idea of your new date joining you for Christmas. You've been together for a few months already, having started dating immediately after your first meeting. You worked so well together that after a month, you moved into her apartment, leaving your shabby dorm. You almost live here anyway, she said one day, after you, really, didn't come back to your place for a week. And then she offered that you should move in, because I'm lonely without you here, and want you to have close baby, so you finally moved in. And it was amazing!
So now, while planning to go back home for Christmas break, you really wanted to introduce her to your family. You knew Satoru's family wasn't around much, leaving her alone with a substantial amount of money, which she loved to spoil you with.
However, her parents not paying her attention also meant her spending Christmas alone, in your overly big, sometimes a bit too cold apartment. And you absolutely hated this idea.
"They will love you!" you said, looking at Satoru's frowning face.
She bit her lip, checking the messages your relatives sent to the group chat.
And, well, they were more than happy to finally meet their dear daughter's date!
Satoru, what a nice name!
Oh, bring him home!
Don't forget to take plates, darling! We're going to have so many people!
Should I already think about the wedding gifts?
But there was something weird about these messages, which Satoru noticed just after a while.
"Do they know you're dating a woman?" she asked.
And then looked at you, with your suddenly widening eyes and mouth forming in a small o, telling her everything she needed to know.
Satoru sighed, getting up from your soft couch and going to the kitchen. She started preparing the second portion of hot chocolate, with small marshmallows and whipped cream on top. She glanced at you with amusement, following the changing expressions on your face. Shock, disbelief, disappointment, irritation, then shock again, and finally calmness.
"They're going to be fine with it," you waved your hand.
She smiled, decorating her cup with additional small chocolates shaped like a Christmas tree.
"Will they?" she murmured. "They won't make a scene or, I don't know, disown you? We can always just go back and have Christmas here, you know..."
"Satoru! My parents aren't homophobic! They were always telling me that I can bring home whoever I want," you said, already writing back that your date is truly excited to meet them too!
Satoru came back and sat on a couch, giving you a Santa-shaped cup. It was pleasantly warm in your hand, with a sweet smell, slowly soothing your nerves.
"If you're sure of it," she sighed, looking back at the Christmas movie you were watching. "I just... don't want to make everyone uncomfortable. I'm okay with spending Christmas alone, you know? As I always d–"
You quickly shut her up with a kiss, leaving a chocolately aftertaste on her plump lips. She looked at you through these beautiful, wavy eyes, with a bit of worry in her gaze. You brushed back her snowy hair, kissing her cheek.
"Stop, dumbass. How could I allow you to spend Christmas alone? I already have a present, you know?" you smiled.
And then she grinned, looking at you with this foxy gaze and biting a fresh piercing in her lip.
"Oh yeah, I also have something for you," she murmured, putting a small peck on your lips. Then she came down to your neck, slowly kissing her way down, right till your cleavage. "I think you'll be very, very satisfied."
"Mmm, really?" you gasped, putting your hands into her white locks.
"Yeah, baby, trust me."
You both forgot about the movie playing in the background and the hot chocolate cooling down your coffee table. You forgot about everything when Satoru's tongue finally finds a way down to your wet pussy, lapping sweetly through your folds.
And, oh, you could just wonder what it was that made her so happy.
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Your hometown wasn't that far, only a two-hour ride away from your apartment. In the early morning, you packed your bags into Satoru's car and, after a quick stop for a morning coffee, chocolate for me, double whipped cream, add some marshmallows if you have, and oh, these gingerbread cookies if you still have them for Satoru, you got out on the road.
You texted your parents that you're on your way, once again nervously checking the family chat. You bit your lip, staring at the screen for a short time, before you felt a strong hand on your thigh.
"We can always turn back," Satoru hummed, looking at the road.
"No, it's fine. I guess I'm just a bit nervous. They never met any of my partners," you said, looking at the snowy road ahead of you. "And my family can be... intense."
Satoru took a sip of her definitely too-sweet chocolate, giving you a quick look.
Something was definitely bothering you, and she hated to see you nervous like this, tapping fingers on your locked phone and looking at groupchat with a frown.
"Babyyyy," she signed, getting your attention. "So, we're going to fuck with your parents next door?"
You snorted, laughing softly and relaxing a bit. She smiled back, finally seeing the shine coming back to your eyes.
"You'll need to be quiet tho," you turned at her.
You were too nervous to notice it before, but she looked handsome, in a suit, elegant trousers and a white shirt, with sleeves rolled up to her elbows, presenting deliciously strong forearms, with long fingers tightly gripping the wheel. Silver shone brightly in her eyebrow and lip, with snowy hair slightly brushed back. Your family would never know she was a woman without looking into her soft eyes and hearing this bewitching voice.
She laughed deeply, leaving you with a fluttering heart.
"Baby, I think you need to be quiet. I'm doing all the work anyway, my mouth's always bus–"
She didn't finish when you slightly punched her arm.
"Hey! Don't call me pillow princess. It makes me feel bad," you murmured. "Makes me think I don't satisfy you."
Satoru looked at you quickly, with a sly grin. She tightened her grip on the wheel, seeing your doleful eyes and small pout glancing at you from a frowning forehead.
"But I love you as a pillow princess. Actually, you don't even have to pay me attention, ma'am. You could strangle me with these thighs, and I would thank you."
She received another punch from you, reacting with an even louder laugh and leaving you flushed from ears to toes, with a cute redness spreading on your cheeks.
"Just shut up and drive," you murmured, looking back through the window.
You arrived right after two hours, with the gate of your two-floored house appearing right on the horizon, and a small parking space right outside the building already packed with other cars. You came out to open the gate, seeing all the decorations your parents put out this year.
Colourful lights hanging from the roof, an inflatable Santa Claus welcoming guests right near the door, icicles forming right above the windows, just waiting for someone to walk under to drop and split on their head. But well, just don't walk there, your mother loves how they look, your father would say, always avoiding the path right under them.
Satoru drove inside and parked her car right next to six others.
"Baby, how big did you say your family is?" she asked, taking your luggage from the trunk.
You laughed nervously, looking at her knitted eyebrows and eyes slowly scanning the winter wonderland your house was always turning into during Christmas.
"Well," you started, walking with her right to the front door. "It's all the aunts and uncles, cousins and oh, also some mom's friends"
Satoru looked at you with a scowl, your two suitcases held tightly in her arms. She laughed nervously when you knocked on the door, hearing the loud noises quieting down.
"What do you mean?" she asked, looking at how you bit your lips and gave her a reassuring smile.
"Don't stress, it'll be fin–"
And then the doors opened, someone's thin arms closing you in a warm embrace.
"Oh dear!" you heard your mother's voice.
She smelled like milk and sugar, probably spending all day in the kitchen, preparing everything for the upcoming party. Although she could probably use some of your help, now that you were here, as you still had two days till Christmas Eve.
"Hi, Mom," you said, hugging her back, feeling her kiss your temple. "I missed you so much."
She rushed you inside, glancing shortly at Satoru, although not giving her full attention. You knew the introduction would happen with all the family members, probably in the most uncomfortable setting you could think of, with both of you exposed to the prying eyes of your aunts and cousins.
You stepped inside first, shrugging off your coat, the familiar warmth of your childhood home wrapping around you instantly. Christmas decorations crowded every surface – garlands on the bannister, blinking lights framing family photos that hadn’t been updated in years.
Satoru followed right behind you, suitcases still in hand, pausing for half a second like she was bracing herself before crossing a battlefield.
Your dad appeared almost immediately, as if summoned by instinct alone. Before either of you could react, he pulled Satoru into a firm hug, laughing warmly as he ruffled her hair.
"Well, look at you," he said with approval. "Strong arms. Good posture."
Satoru stiffened a bit, then laughed it off, returning the hug politely. You leaned in to kiss your dad's cheek.
You felt your mother watching from behind, like a hawk, curiously looking between you and Satoru.
"What a handsome young man you brought,” she whispered, looking with a smile at Satoru. "So sturdy, almost reminds me of your father when he was young. I bet they could have some man-to-man talks, don't you think?"
You laughed – too loudly, too nervously – and shot Satoru a look that screamed please don’t panic.
Oh, Satoru thought, this is it.
"Good morning, ma'am," she said, shaking her hand. "My name's Gojo Satoru, your daughter's girlfriend."
The quietness suddenly was so sharp, you could almost hear it cutting through your nerves. And of course, all the cousins, aunties and grandparents gathered in a hallway to meet your new "boyfriend". All of them suddenly stopped in place, maybe even stopped breathing, looking at both you and Satoru, almost sweating in winter jackets you still had on.
Somewhere in the background, you heard your cousins whispering you owe me ten and your aunt commenting that I always knew. Oh, you were not beating lesbian allegations, weren’t you?
"Should I warm up the car?" Satoru whispered, and you jabbed her side with an elbow.
But then, suddenly, your mom clapped her hands and put them on Satoru's face.
"Of course, just look at her eyes! No man ever could have such beautiful eyes. And these long lashes!" she chittered, looking at Satoru's surprised face.
She froze, blue eyes wide as your mom examined her like a prized porcelain doll.
Your dad hummed in agreement. “Yeah, no son-in-law of mine could look like that.”
Laughter rippled through the hallway, the tension dissolving all at once. Satoru relaxed visibly, shoulders dropping as she laughed.
You released a deep breath, you didn't know was stuck in your lungs. Your thoughts cleared a bit when you saw Satoru's red cheeks, her shy eyes following all the greetings from your aunts, cousins and grandparents, all of them complementing her height, do you play basketball?, looks, are you a model perhaps?, even her hair, looks like we have a person who'll dress up as Santa Claus!
"That's surprising," you heard a sarcastic voice next to you.
Utahime, your mom's best friend's daughter, who always somehow spent Christmas with you, was leaning against the living room's doorframe.
You hugged her warmly and laughed, looking at Satoru already squirming in her place.
"Yeah, well," you whispered. "You're not surprised?"
"Nah," Utahime shook her head. "You were not beating lesbian allegations. I just won twenty from brats," she pointed at Nobara, Yuji and Megumi, your three cousins, sitting in the living room. "Anyways, I hope she won't get tired of us. You know how your family is..."
Intense, she didn't manage to finish, when your grandma asked Satoru who the man in your relationship was and your poor girlfriend looked at you helplessly.
"Okay, okay, let us unpack, and we'll join you soon," you interrupted, showing Satoru to take your suitcases upstairs. "We'll change and come back down."
"We're decorating gingerbreads today, come quickly!" said your grandma, going back to the kitchen.
"Are they allowed to share a room?" you heard your father whispering to your mom, receiving a nasty look from her.
"It's not like she'll get pregnant, let them be," she scolded him, pushing back to the kitchen.
You shook your head, taking Satoru right to your childhood room. Home looked as warm as you remembered, always full of life with people coming and going, constantly hanging around your living room and kitchen. You loved it and sometimes, sitting alone in your dorm, you would miss the smell of the fresh cake every weekend, your aunts and uncles visiting you every few days, cousins dropping by for dinner as they lived quite close, and grandparents always watching TV in the living room.
And Christmas, oh, they were the best! You were so excited for the next few days, even Satoru laughed at you, seeing how happily you took the Christmas sweaters you bought for both of you.
"There's so cute! Don't you think?" you asked her, while Satoru looked around your old room.
The posters of your favourite actors, some high school photos, a shelf full of teenage books, and even a diary lying on your desk.
"Your room is so... teenagey," she said, looking at your DVD collection. She started looking through them, laughing at all your emo-era collection. "You must have had a great childhood."
You took off your shirt to wear a new sweater.
"Yeah, it was wonderful," you said. "And yours was...?"
A second later, cold hands wrapped around your bra, with slim fingers digging under it, to wrap softly around your tits.
"I live through my childhood dream right now," she whispered, squeezing her hands.
"Toru! Your hands are so cold!" you squeaked, trying to push her off.
She laughed, and you felt her warm breath on your neck, with breast pressing against your back.
"So warm them up, pretty girl," she murmured, peppering your neck with kisses, going right from your jaw to the collarbone.
You moaned softly when she pinched your nipples and turned you to face her. Her piercing blue eyes stared at your flushed cheeks and soft breasts, already spilling over the bra cups.
"We don't have time," you whispered, putting your hands into her white locks.
She looked at you with a sly smile, bending down to your ear.
"You underestimate me," she whispered, and you felt a shiver running down your spine.
The strong smell of her perfume was cooing your senses, warm and woody, spreading the scent of a winter cottage and fireplace, pleasantly clinging to her skin. You felt her fingers slowly clipping off your bra, going down to your jeans, already uncomfortably sticking to your wet panties.
"We have five minutes at last, if you just wait till the eveni–"
And then you heard a knock on the door, someone struggling with a handle, and a weak voice.
"Auntie," you heard your sweet cousin, the youngest one, slowly opening the door.
Your eyes widened, comprehending the dishevelled state you were in, with your tits out and half taken off jeans.
Satoru, however, reacted quicker, coming to the door, while you put a Christmas sweater over your head.
She opened them, just a bit, only to see a small girl standing outside, dressed in another sweater. Oh, your family must've been obsessed with them.
"Hey sweetie," she said calmly, crouching to level her height. "Your auntie changes her clothes. Do you need anything?"
Your cousin was shyly eyeing Satoru, her gaze going back and forth between her unnaturally white hair and intense blue eyes, checking her up and down with a weak blush. And then, she extended her small hand and touched Satoru's soft locks, smiling widely, with one of her front teeth out.
"Are you Santa Claus?" she asked sweetly, melting Satoru's heart.
Satoru took her small hands into hers and squeezed them slightly.
"Do you think I look like an old man?" she asked with a chuckle, receiving a giggle from your cousin.
You listened to their conversation with a smile while freshening up in the bathroom. You had no idea that Satoru was good with children, although you knew she could be quite childish herself, making up for the bad childhood she experienced with her own family. You didn't know exactly what happened, but pieces of the story she shared with you, about attempts to put her into an arranged marriage, internal homophobia of her relatives and rigorous bringing up among clan members, were enough for you to understand that there was a reason for her cutting off contact with her parents.
"Aren't you old? You have white hair," your cousin said unceremoniously, and you needed to hold to the bathroom counter to contain a loud snort.
Satoru pouted, looking at your oblivious cousin with a sad puppy face.
"I may not be Santa Claus, but I know the guy. If you'll be a naughty girl, I'll tell him to send Grinch instead," she said and started to tickle your cousin, receiving an ear-piercing squeak from her.
"I'll be good, I'll be good! Auntie, you're not old!" Satoru took her hands off her ribs and ruffled her hair.
"That's what I thought."
And then you opened the door fully, looking down at your two pretty girls.
"Auntie, your girlfriend is mean!" said your cousin, pointing out with a smile at Satoru.
You glanced at your offended girlfriend, pressing her hand to her chest.
"Well, I guess she doesn't deserve a present then, right?" you asked, picking your cousin up.
She nodded her small head, showing pinkish tongue at Satoru.
"You brat," Satoru whispered, coming at her again with her dangerous, tickling fingers and getting yet another squeak.
"Satoru, go change into the sweater I prepared for you! And go down to us," you said, taking your cousin back to the kitchen.
"Yes, ma'am," she said, placing one last kiss on your cheek. "We'll finish what we started later," she whispered, her warm breath tickling your skin.
You felt a warmth spreading on your cheeks, and with a scoff, you left with a cousin in your hands.
"Auntie, what will you finish later? Can I join?" she asked innocently, looking at you with her big, brown eyes.
Your face became even warmer when you uncomfortably cleared your throat.
"No, honey, it was a game for adults only," you muffled, coming into the kitchen filled with the smell of sugar and laughter.
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It was already late evening. Your entire family was gathered in the living room, carols humming softly from the speakers, the crackling fireplace filling the space with warmth and the comforting scent of burning wood. You and Satoru shared an armchair – she sat back against soft cushions, relaxed and unbothered, while you occupied her lap as if it were the most natural place in the world.
A mug of mulled wine rested in your hand, its heat seeping into your fingers and its sweetness making your head pleasantly light. You found yourself giggling more than usual, your laughter spilling out before you could stop it.
But Satoru didn't mind, listening to you with a soft smile, rather amused. Her arm was safely secured around your waist, thumb brushing slow circles against your side whenever you laughed loudly.
What made your chest feel even warmer was how much your family adored her.
She'd spent the entire day helping with Christmas preparations, effortlessly slipping into the rhythm of your home. Your relatives eagerly pulled her into every task, marvelling at her strength while she kneaded dough or carried heavy boxes with decorations.
"Maybe I should get myself a girlfriend," Nobara murmured at some point, looking the way Satoru wooed all women in your house.
"Oh, you must train a lot," added one of your aunts, giggling like a teenage girl.
Satoru just laughed, scratching the back of her neck with that boyish grin of hers, glancing at you like she found the whole thing particularly entertaining.
She'd charmed everyone – your mom, aunts, even your usually reserved uncle – somehow balancing her unbreakable confidence with gentleness, warmth and attention. Every now and then, she would check on you, quietly making sure you weren't overworking yourself, guiding you away from chores, knowing how stressful last semester was for you.
At one point, your mom had shooed you out of the kitchen entirely, as you're supposed to decorate cookies, not eat half of them. Strangely enough, she hadn't said a word when Satoru sampled some of them just to make sure they were ready, nodding seriously before stealing another one when she thought no one was looking.
So now, sitting in a cozy living room with your family, you felt her breath tickling your ear.
"Your family is wonderful," she said, hugging you tighter and placing a small kiss on your shoulder. "Now I know why you are the way you are."
You giggled, welcoming her discreet touch.
Fireplace was crackling in the background. Soft voices were spreading around the room. Yuji changed a music, receiving a pat on a shoulder from your grandma, while Megumi was listening to Nobara and Utahime gossiping on the sofa. Once in a while he would nod his head, supporting Nobara’s statement, whether it was.
The mistletoe between hallway and living room was hanging from the door frame, lush green gaining your attention.
And Satoru’s too.
Her eyes flicked up, a slow, dangerous smile tugging at her lips as her grip on your waist tightened just a little.
"Don’t even think about it," you whispered with a sly smile, receiving a chuckle from her.
She kissed your shoulder last time, pressing her lips maybe longer than she should have.
"Don’t worry," she murmured. "I'll behave. Mostly."
You weren't sure whether to believe her, but judging the way her thumb brushed the skin right under your bra, you expected quite interesting weekend.
But the Christmas Eve arrived far too early, with both of you waking up to the dishes clanking downstairs, screams of your youngest cousins and the smell of coffee drifting upstairs.
You shifted and immediately became painfully aware of Satoru beside you.
She was still asleep, hair a mess against the pillow, one arm thrown loosely over your waist like she’d claimed you sometime in the night and never let go. For a moment, you just lay there, breathing her in, remembering how close you’d come to forgetting yourselves the evening before.
She was, in fact, not behaving at all, with your stuttering breaths and soft moans flowing right to her open lips, kissing yours so sweetly. You usually weren't going at each other like rabbits, but the last few days away from the privacy you built up in your home made you wet like crazy around each other, one look from Satoru being enough to squeeze your thighs a bit harder than usual, with your panties sticking right to your pussy lips.
But there was always if.
If not for the walls.
If not for the people.
If not for the way your mother had nearly walked in twice.
Satoru stirred, slowly blinking. When she noticed you watching her, a lazy grin spread across her face.
"Morning to my pretty girl," she murmured. "Still disappointed?"
You snorted softly. "Extremely."
She laughed and pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead.
"Let's get ready, maybe today we're going to have some luck."
You watched her muscular back slowly disappear in a bathroom. But before she closed the door, you noticed a flash of white hair peeking out, and her perked nipples, looking at you so sweetly, you felt like going through a second puberty.
"Join me?" she asked with a grin, leaning against the doorframe.
Oh, the only thing you were dreaming about now was eating her out, looking at her strong forearms tensing up every time you sucked her clit and long fingers diving in your hair, pulling them lightly as if scared to give you more pain.
But before you could even stand up, your mom knocked on the door once, and Satoru quickly disappeared into the bathroom.
As you said, there were many ifs when it came to your sexual life in this house.
Before you noticed, Christmas Eve passed in a blur of warmth and noise.
The living room was chaos in the best way – wrapping paper everywhere, mugs of hot chocolate being passed around, someone always talking too loudly. The table was heavy with all the food, and you noticed how everything was slowly landing on Satoru's plate because you need to try it, or it's my speciality, and this is our family's traditional dish.
She was trying each one by one, humming softly and nodding her head. You smiled, looking at how happy she was, surrounded by people who loved and appreciated her. You knew she needed it, this type of love, she never got from her own parents. And you also knew how difficult it was for her to show emotions honestly, trying to have a healthy relationship based on trust and love, not a forceful arrangement.
At some point, your uncle clapped his hands together.
“Well,” he said, eyes twinkling, “I guess Santa is coming soon. Kids, can you hear him?”
And when all the smallest cousins ran up to the window, Satoru silently left the room.
The Santa costume was ridiculous. Far too tight in places it shouldn’t be, the hat sitting crooked in her white hair. She played the role with dramatic seriousness, lowering her voice, handing out gifts with exaggerated ceremony, pulling children – and then adults – into brief hugs.
You laughed so heartily, seeing happiness just radiating from her.
When it was your turn, she leaned in close, voice low.
"Were you a good girl this year?" she asked, winking at you.
You could just pray that none of your family members saw the blush spreading across your cheeks.
You giggled. "The best one."
She hummed in agreement, giving you a small box, wrapped in a cute, red paper.
You looked at her, surprised, because, well, giving presents was one of her love languages, and you had already explicitly told her that you didn't want anything for Christmas.
But nevertheless, you peeled back the paper carefully, lifting the lid and immediately sucked in a quiet breath. Nestled inside was a pair of delicate earrings, catching the warm glow of the lights, elegant but unmistakably you.
"Oh," you whispered. "Satoru…"
"They made me think of you," she said lightly, but her gaze softened, watching your reaction closely. "They look like my pretty girl."
You looked up at her, smiling so hard your cheeks hurt. "I love them."
She leaned closer then, voice dropping again so only you could hear.
"Good," she said. "Because that’s just something small."
Oh. You cleared your throat, checking if everyone was for sure busy with unpacking their own gifts.
You blinked. "Small?"
She straightened, grin turning wicked. "Mhm. The real present comes later."
Your heart skipped a beat, heat rushing right to your core, spreading pleasantly, and you, once again, found yourself needing to squeeze your thighs during the last few hours.
And then the words you were long awaiting finally spread across the room.
"We're to the neighbours", your mother said, announcing the yearly tradition your relatives had with a few close-by families. "You two stay home, make sure the fireplace won't burn it."
You almost started kissing her feet when you saw your family (all of them!) putting on jackets, saying goodbye so long that one could think it was the last time you were seeing each other, and finally leaving the house.
Suddenly, it was quiet. The carols hummed in the background, the fire crackled warmly, and the Christmas tree shone brightly, bathing the room in colourful lights.
"So," the air shifted when Satoru came closer, standing right behind you, with her warm hands on your hips. "Were you a good girl this year?"
You turned around, eyeing her with a smirk, your eyes going up and down between her heavy, horny gaze and plump lips, already so wet you could only imagine them sucking your clit.
"I don't know, was I?" you asked, putting her hand on your soft breast, squeezing it slightly.
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"Oh god, Toru," you gasped out, back arching, your wet folds rutting against Satoru's tongue, lapping around your bundle of nerves in slow circles, which made you absolutely crazy.
She was sloppy, and you loved it, eating you out like it was her first time on earth, whimpering and delighting herself in your sweet juices, dripping down her chin right on the carpet.
That's right – carpet. You didn't even make it to the hallway when Satoru tore your clothes off right in the middle of the living room, leaving you in a red set. And, oh, it was a good choice, because it worked on her so easily, making her pupils dilate and breath quicken, before she manhandled you and spread right on the carpet, next to the fireplace.
You could feel the warmth of the fire, its tongue sweetly licking your skin. You looked like an angel in its orange light, with parted lips and a delicate frown, eyes locked directly on Satoru, who had been looking up at you for a whole time.
And then she put in the first finger, and then the second one, which made you absolutely go feral, riding her hand with teary eyes. She was still sucking your clit, pinching and kissing her softly, with fingers curling right at your sweet spot, she already knew the location by heart.
"Tell Santa, was my pretty girl good this year?" she teased, kissing you up, through your belly, then your breast, her lip closing around your pink nipple, and then going right to your throat.
Her fingers were still inside, absolutely drenched in your juices, your cunt squeezing around them as if it wanted to milk her dry.
"I–nghh Toru–I w-was soooo good," you whimpered, running your fingers through her white locks, her neck already sweating from the fire licking your two naked bodies.
"Does my pretty, good girl want to come?"
And you couldn't even form the words, just rolling your hips against her palm, absolutely lost in pleasure.
"P-plea–"
But she took out her fingers before you could finish, sliding them down her body, strong core, and narrow hips, right to her glistening pussy, spreading her own lips wide and mixing your juices together.
Oh dear god, she couldn't get you worked up even more, hearing her almost silent moan and a long strip forming between her fingers.
You saw her clit, peeking out of puffy lips, just waiting to be sucked and licked. And you couldn't wait to bury your nose inside her.
But then she turned around, taking a box placed right behind her that you hadn't even noticed before.
"This is your actual present," she said, her eyes already glistening with excitement.
You noticed the "actual" part as if she hadn't already spent half her fortune on you.
The box she gave you was quite long, wrapped in similar red paper and decorated with golden ribbon. You tore the paper off, and the first thing you saw was... oh.
"Toru!" you whispered as if your family could hear you.
But she just smiled cunningly, glancing at the elegant, black strap-on, with almost luxuriously carved silver details, lying in your hand so heavy that all the confidence from before suddenly disappeared.
"You said you wanted to try," she hummed, her nose snuzzling against your cheek, receiving a single sharp moan from you. "Now I can actually fuck you."
Oh, you could feel yourself drooling when Satoru put an inner dildo inside her obscenely drenched pussy, giving you a load moan you ate right away with a kiss. She put the belt around her waist, the black leather straps fitting perfectly to her toned muscles.
And then you saw it. She, kneeling in front of you with a dildo attached to her hips, imitating her real cock, and this masculine body, toned arms and wide back, she really started to remind a man. But her eyes were still so sweet, touch so gentle and kind. Although now, when she put you in all fours, with your ass up and her heavy hand pressing your neck against the pillows, she was definitely not kind and neither gentle.
"Fuck baby, you look so fucking hot," she panted, brushing the dildo against your pussy lips, gathering your juice around its silicone skin.
Your brain was fuzzy, back arched so much it almost hurt, head spinning from the delayed orgasm and a new one already building up, just at the thought of your Satoru railing you on this fucking carpet, in your parents' house, none of you knowing when your family is coming back.
"T-toru," you sobbed, pushing yourself against the wet tip of her "cock", feeling the biiiiig stretch when it pressed against your tight muscles. "I need y-you, please, fuck, Satoru."
She quietly whined, another dildo shifting inside her, brushing right against the G-spot.
And she finally forced it fully inside you, her thick "cock" kissing your cervix, and her hand gently going up and down your spine, pushing your bare chest against the carpet.
"B-baby," she whimpered, her hands ramming you on her hips so strongly, fingers clenching on your skin. "Your pussy looks so good around me, mhmm."
Your eyes rolled back, breath caught in your throat, fingers tightly holding the carpet, when you heard another moan coming from Satoru and felt her fingers on your clit. She was strong, thick and mind-blowing, filling you so good you wish she could cum inside you, spill her thick juices right to your cervix.
She pinched your clit, a shudder went through your body, and you started moaning like an actress in cheap porn. You even look similar, with eyes crossing, perked nipples brushing against the carpet and fat hips just pushing themselves back on Satour's cock.
You didn't know it was possible, but she went even deeper, the dildo's skin brushing your clenching walls, soaked in sweet juices.
"Fuck–baby–I c-can't."
She put both her hands on your hips, tilting her head back, strands of her short, white hair sticking to her sweating forehead.
You looked back at her, with glassy eyes and swollen lips, looking so fucked out, something flickered in her eyes. Neediness, hunger, something with so much force, you could feel it in your lungs when she gave you a strong push.
"Don't look at me like that–fuck," she pulled back and slammed into you again, even harder. "I'm gonna cum soon–mmmm baby god–my pretty pretty good girl," and then her hand went back to your swollen clit, brushing smooth circles around her, pinching and rolling between her fingers so softly, your vision almost went out. "If only I could cum inside you–fuckkk–baby, you have no idea ahhhh."
And with the next three thrusts, both of you shuddered, going almost still on both dildos, absolutely lost in your own pleasure, Satoru gripping your thighs so hard you could already feel small bruises forming under her fingers. Everything inside you tightened, and you moaned right into the carpet, to not let your whole neighbourhood hear the end of your Christmas Eve.
Satoru pulled out, collapsing on your back and quickly rolling to the side on the soft carpet.
Neither of you talked for a moment, trying to calm down your breaths, listening to the fire crackling in the back.
And then Satoru put her head on your chest, nose buried right between your soft breast, breathing you hard as if you could disappear any second.
"Do you think we can repeat it one day?" she asked softly, purring when you run your fingers through her hair. "I love fucking you. Maybe I am the man in this relationship, hm? It's a pity I can't get you pregnant."
You snorted, receiving a soft chuckle.
"Merry Christmas, baby," she whispered, raising her head and kissing you softly, so sweetly you felt your stomach turn.
"Merry Christmas, Toru."
Merry Christmas! I hope you like the wlw spinoff. I may be more attracted to fem Satoru than the actual one lmao.
He was so handsome, with this shirt always tight on his shoulders and lean forearms, which made you clench your thighs. He never showed his face, but it was fine. Not like you would ever meet this handsome content creator, simply uploading his outfit checks and not even considering there's a fan somewhere, having a massive crush on him. It's not like he would join your university. Not like it would turn out that he was actually... a she?
pairings: fem!Gojo x fem!Reader
content/warnings: fem! gojo, fem! reader, female gojo is masc, wlw, oral (fem receiving), face-sitting, fingering, fem! gojo is PUSSY DRUNK, whimpering, lesbian sex, flirting, also fem! suguru, kinda fluff, both fall for each other
WC: 5k
a/n: It's one of my earliest fanfictions, but was so badly written I decided to give it justice! Side story, I have a huge crush on one masc tiktoker, so this is literally the story of my life, excluding literally everything aside from watching her videos lmao.
dividers by @saradika-graphics
art by @/to_0fu (on X)
[christmas spinoff here]
"Oh fuck me," you whispered, feet curling under the sheets, as your finger scrolled to the next video.
He was there, in a full suit hugging his slutty waist and lean, muscular arms so tight, a quiet giggle escaped your lips. Your tired, bloodshot eyes looked at the clock pointing at exactly one a.m. Well, your first class was starting at ten, so you could still waste at least an hour on scrolling dumbly through his content.
Music from the next video already filled your room quietly. This time, he was wearing loose black trousers, low Martens and a blue shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He turned around slowly, hands in his pockets, snow-white hair just barely grazing toned shoulders. Something clenched in your belly with familiar warmth spreading within the pulsing muscles of your cunt.
Dear god, you've completly lost it!
Lying in bed and getting wet over outfit checks of some random dude.
He wasn't particularly famous either, but there indeed was a small fan circle made from women, mainly, commenting on his every video. He never showed his face, just long, milky fingers always covered with multiple rings and snowish hair, especially when posting photos of his back, and outfits – always in the same room, always with the same light. He wasn't even a thirst trapper for gods' sake, but your finger somehow couldn't stop scrolling, eyes never resisted glancing at his tall body, strong forearms and those slutty long fingers.
Maybe you were just ovulating.
Maybe you were just a girl.
But the best part?
He was definitely a student at your new university.
You saw it by chance, truly, a few days ago while attending matriculation and receiving a bunch of flyers from different university clubs. You've never planned to join one, but their members begged you too politely to reject a piece of paper pushed by them into your hands, so you came back home with a full bag and a headache.
But, oh, luck must've been on your side that day!
When the evening came, and you plunged under the bedsheets, lowering your screen light to a minimum, you noticed it.
An English club flyer – the same one sitting crumpled in your trashbin.
You've never got out of your bed faster, rummaging through all the flyers you've just thrown away and finding one with a huge head of Shakespeare and a quote from Hamlet on the cover.
But the minute you realised that meeting your online crush wasn't just a lewd fantasy anymore, something clenched in your heart.
You started to ponder, going over the videos you saw ten thousand times. He never showed his face, but with this body and style, he couldn’t be that ugly, right? Again, it was just a simple crush, nothing more, so honestly, it didn’t even matter whether you would meet him at university or not. After all, he could just exist in your own small world, never leaving the screen of your phone.
Although the next morning, you put on your best outfit anyway. Something pretty, maybe slightly slutty, but not pushing you into whore tag on the first day, simply hugging your body in all the right places. Plush lips smelled sweetly with lip gloss, just in case someone would truly want to kiss you today. But only in case!
You knew the first day of university would be exciting, with all the students pushing through one another, corridors slightly more complicated than you'd thought and– wait, where's class 2F?
But it looked fun. Genuinely fun, especially considering that the English club had its first meeting exactly the same day!
Waiting for your first class, the room gradually filling with new students, you discreetly glanced around, checking all the men coming in. But none of them looked like him. None had white hair and broad backs, this sense of fashion and laugh that would charm you right away. Because something in your gut told you that it would!
Although it's not like you expected him to be in the same major. Oh no, it would be the worst! The sheer thought of having your crush sitting so closely made you almost sick. You would suddenly get clumsy, surely, and embarrass yourself in front of everyone, saying or doing something so stupid you wouldn’t be able to sleep in peace.
A chair moved next to you, with someone's low chuckle and their body slowly sitting down. Your eyes turned away from watching the door like a hawk, glancing at a small brunette with a lollipop between her lips.
"Oh, sorry, is this seat taken?" she asked, voice low and smooth, clothes smelling slightly of smoke.
You shook your head, making space for her on a desk. "It's not, no worries."
"I'm Shoko," she said warmly with a bare nod, and you answered with your name.
Her short hair moved as she placed her chin on her hands, and eyes wandered towards the door.
"So," Shoko murmured, seeing how quickly your eyes turned to the entrance. "Who are we looking for?"
Too perceptive!
You coughed nervously, trying to hide your flushed ears. "I’m sorry?"
"A crush or something? Are they on our major?" she asked, still looking at the entrance.
"I don’t know. I don’t think so," you murmured, peeking at the next students coming to the classroom.
"Any clues?"
"Tall, lean, white hair, nice outfits," you said.
She laughed, rolling her tongue on a sweet lollipop and taking it out from between her lips with a pop. "What about the face?"
"Well..." you started, but words somehow stuck in your throat.
Because how would you even start this conversation? Well, there's this guy online, and his long fingers really turn me on.
Before you could've tried to explain yourself, another voice joined you from Shoko's side. "Who are we looking for?"
You quickly turned your head, and suddenly your heart skipped a beat.
All women are gorgeous, that's what you were always saying. But now you started debating whether you’ve actually ever seen a gorgeous woman, because the tall, raven-haired girl sitting next to Shoko, with black lipstick and violet almond eyes, was a definition of a gorgeous woman. She looked at you curiously, with a small smile dancing in the corner of her lips and plump breasts hugged with a black long-sleeve, a few undone buttons showing a bit of her milky cleavage.
"Suguru, by the way," she extended her slim hand with long, red tips.
Oh, you were so not worthy of touching this velvety skin.
Your name somehow bubbled from your throat, barely, sounding more like a grumpy murmur rather than a flushed confession.
"We’re looking for her crush," said Shoko casually, not even gracing the other woman with a single glance.
"We’re friends from high school," Suguru murmured, smiling softly. Then her eyes moved to the entrance. "So, what do they look like?"
And once again, you became a centre of attention, with both women, as if synchronised, looking your way.
You really didn’t want to show it, confirming your dirty thoughts about a random guy, but if we’re supposed to be friends anyway, you thought, it’s better to reveal your true self now.
"Okay, so firstly, you both don’t laugh," you said seriously, taking your phone out and opening the app. "Secondly, I know how it looks, but don't laugh. A girl can dream, okay?"
And then you showed them a video. Then the second one and third, pointing at the English club flyer and trying to justify yourself with I know you can’t see his face, but… or I just really like how he looks, you–.
"Wait," Suguru stopped you midsentence. "He?"
"Oh boy," Shoko tried to suppress a laugh, while Suguru’s mouth corners went slightly up.
"Hey!" You laughed, hitting Shoko’s shoulder lightly. "You promised! Anyway, you need to go with me to the English club meeting today. I can’t do it alone. What if I see him and–"
"And do what?" Suguru wondered, too delighted, while Shoko continued to pretend like she didn't find the whole situation worth dying from a laugh.
Suguru was right.
And what would you do, aside from creaming your pants at the sight of his tightly fitting shirt?
What would you do if he were right in front of you?
Would you talk to him? Ask for a number? Maybe–
But then the professor came in, and class suddenly fell quiet.
Shoko whispered something to Suguru, she smiled, and then you felt the brunette's warm breath near your ear.
"We’ll help you find him, don’t worry," she said softly, but you could still hear a hint of amusement in her voice.
And they kept their words indeed, as a few hours later, you were twirling in front of your room's mirror, long, black dress cluching on your plush body tightly.
"How is it?" You asked, turning once again in front of your two new friends.
Shoko and Suguru were sitting on your bed and glancing at your way a mix of sympathy and pity. The English club meeting was planned for the evening in one of the bars close to the university, where students could get drunk for the lowest price on the most disgusting drinks humanity has ever seen. According to members, however, gathering in a bar was supposed to help new members warm up and break the ice, which, you thought, was a wonderful idea considering that getting blacked out drunk was your plan B in case the conversation with your crush went terribly.
"Babe, you really look magnificent," Shoko said, moving near the balcony to light a cigarette.
"Your thighs look fantastic in it," Suguru add, playing with a lock of her hair.
But looking at her with nothing but pure jealousy – you wanted to be her or with her? – words, your thighs look fantastic, clenched in your throat. As indeed they looked, hugged by a long, black skirt, with a few open buttons of her dark shirt showing a lace bra. And, oh, how big were her tits truly? Because for a whole evening your eyes couldn't leave her red-kissed lips and low, low cut in her shirt.
"Well, it doesn’t matter, what if he’s a tits guy?" you sighed, looking at yourself in the mirror.
"Trust me, he isn't," grey smoke twirled from Shoko's mouth, when Suguru sent her a glance.
"Anyways, I think we should go if we want to find a good spot," she added, and both you and Shoko finally followed her out.
The bar was right around the corner, although it turned out to be a rather small restaurant, all reserved for today’s university clubs meeting. It was already full when you came in, with laughter and drunk voices flowing in the air. Most of the English club members were already there, but you still managed to find some empty spots, immediately filled by the three of you. You noticed, however, how big the space between you and Shoko was, as if a whole person could sit there.
"I don’t bite, you know?" you laughed, but she only sent you this cunning smile, the same one you noticed after revealing your secret.
"You don't, but–" she started, but then you heard another voice.
"Yo! Sugu, Shoko!"
So, you knew you had a thing for women.
Never dated one, but since middle school, you've known there was something about them. Desirable, you would say, exciting, even bizarre, with the way your heart was always mysteriously beating faster for your female friends, but never boys who constantly tried to flirt with your ignorant self. And the sheer fact of you never really being in a proper relationship, maybe even never enjoying sex with a man to the fullest, should give you a bit of thinking.
So you indeed loved women.
Masculine women, to be specific.
Masculine but not in a still a bit feminine, long hair and big boobs way – rather short haircut, wide back and almost manly physique. People laughed at that, because why be attracted to women if they look like men anyway? But you couldn’t explain it, and now that she appeared on your horizon, you truly couldn't explain why your cheeks suddenly started to burn, sizzle maybe, red like cherry pie and thighs clenching under the table.
What was even worse, you recognised her.
No, him.
At least that’s what you’ve been thinking from the beginning. It was supposed to be him, for God's sake. Not her, with long legs wrapped in loose black pants, a flowing blue shirt gripping her shoulders, two opened buttons, and sleeves rolled up to her elbows. She was so close, you could almost see her standing right in front of you, with white hair curling at the end of her neck and bangs loosely falling on her eyes. You could almost see her piercing ocean eyes and long white lashes, fluttering under the silver eyebrow piercing.
Why have you never considered it could be a woman? It’s not like you didn’t notice how clothes fit differently around her breasts or how feminine her fingers looked. She was muscular, of course, but there were small things you just should've noticed!
You weren’t disappointed, though.
Oh no, you definitely weren’t disappointed.
"And you?" she suddenly asked, as if looking at you. Wait, she was looking at you.
"I–um–what was the–"
"She’s a new friend from our major," Suguru answered, saving you from the first embarrassment.
Your name slipped through with a sudden warmth hitting your cheeks.
"Pretty," she smirked, and Shoko let her right sit next to you. Oh god, you’re not making it out alive today. "Gojo Satoru, but just call me Satoru."
Satoru, you whispered, looking at her slim, extended hand, with long fingers hugged by multiple rings.
Just yesterday, you were taking out your toy to relieve yourself with the same hand in mind, and now you were supposed to touch it?
But you simply nodded, and her hand closed around yours in a tight, electrifying grip.
Then more people came, alcohol started to flow, and you were getting warmer and warmer. And Satoru was there. The centre of attention, joking so effortlessly that everyone was almost crying, smiling at other women at your table, and definitely taking more space than she should have. Her low voice was stimulating your senses, and already wet lingerie, sticking to your cunt.
You were no better than a pervert, oh god.
"What about you?" Her head suddenly turned, and you almost choked on your drink.
"I–I’m–"
She laughed and moved her body fully towards you, resting her hand on the back of your chair. You could feel her warmth and strong perfume clinging to her blue shirt, fingers mere millimetres away from the burning skin of your shoulder and thighs, definitely, definitely too close to yours. The shirt matched her ocean eyes so beautifully that you thought you would truly love to swim with her.
"Am I really that boring?" she smirked, small wrinkles appearing in the corners of her eyes.
You are honestly anything but boring! But instead, looked down on your fingers and smiled softly. "I’m sorry, I guess I’m a bit distracted today," she chuckled. "What did you just say?"
"You have fun?" she asked again, thumb slightly, barely, skimming your shoulder.
Did she just get closer to you, or you really drunk a bit too much?
"Oh, yes, although I don’t usually come to places like this," you said truthfully, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
"Yeah? Then what convinced you tonight?" Satoru grinned, leaning back with confidence.
You, you wanted to say, but just ended up biting your lips.
"I heard the drinks are good. Also, there was supposed to be some good company," you smiled, and Satoru’s eyes flickered, body leaning even closer.
The air was hot and stuffy, almost choking you under the sweater you decided to wear in case of a colder evening.
You took it off.
And noticed it.
Her eyes quickly fell down to your breast spilling from a tight dress, perked nipples hugged by black material and thin straps pressing on your shoulders. A faint sigh slipped past her lips when your thigh accidentally touched hers.
"And how is it?" She whispered.
"Drinks or company?"
"Both," she replied quickly.
You laughed softly, spinning straw in your drink. Satoru watched you patiently, but you could feel the tension hanging in the air.
"Not bad," you replied, and before she could answer, you heard drunk Shoko.
"Satoruuuu, you should know thaaat y/n mistakenly took you for a guy," she laughed, and you felt your blush creeping up to your ears.
"Shoko!" you shouted, covering her mouth.
Something flickered in Satoru's eye. Curiosity? Amusement? "Oh, really?"
"Yeah, she saw your videos! You should really start adding the hashtags, women fall for you thinking you’re a ma–," this time even Suguru helped you close Shoko’s mouth, but the milk was already spilled.
"So you fell for me?" Satoru asked with a low voice, thumb fully pressing against your bare shoulder, almost burning a print on your skin.
Breath caught in your throat, eyes skimmed nervously between Suguru's frown and Shoko's low, drunk chuckle. Satoru's thigh touching yours, trying to keep composure and not think about the intensity of Satoru's eyes and the pressure they puts on your fast-beating heart.
"I–sorry–I need to use the bathroom," you murmured faintly, standing up and excusing yourself with embarrassment.
You weren’t drunk, maybe a bit tipsy, but your head was hot and spinning, with cheeks so red even cold water couldn’t calm them.
And the worst part was that she looked so good. So handsome, even thinking about it made you wet again. With a lovely smile and strong arms, accidentally rubbing against yours, with glimmering, piercing eyes and curious glances thrown your way. You pressed your thighs together, at this point, even considering taking your pants off because what was their use if slick material was already glued to your pussy.
"Are you okay?" A low voice abruptly broke the silent bathroom filled only with your heavy breath.
You looked up at the mirror, seeing Satoru behind you. She was so tall, at least a head taller than you, and you suddenly remembered people talking about her being a part of the university’s athletic team. Just look at her legs, of course, she was a part of the athletic team!
"Um, sorry, I think I’m just drunk," you lied, looking at how she closed the distance between you two.
Her tall body stopped right behind you, just inches away, her lips lowering to your ear.
"Yeah? Let me take you back then," she whispered, gently placing hands on your waist.
You froze as her chest pressed to your back, pushing you against the sink, while you watched her in the mirror for a whole time. With breath stuck in your throat, her lips brushed your warm neck, inhaling your perfumes, sweet and sticky like cotton candy. She gripped your waist tighter and put a knee between your plush thighs.
"Let me take you," she murmured, placing a delicate kiss behind your ear. "Oh, you smell so good, baby. Let me take care of you, hm?"
You felt so weak, and if not for her muscular thigh under your core and warm hands around you, your knees would give up. And it was so easy to just nod your head and let her take you out of the bathroom.
"Hey, are you okay?" Shoko asked with a worried frown, but her gaze was still a bit hazy. "I’m sorry, I didn’t–"
"She’s a bit drunk, I’ll take her home," Satoru stopped her midsentence, taking your bag in her left hand, with right never leaving your waist.
"Oh, don’t worry, we can–" Shoko started, but Suguru pinched her waist. "Sugu!" she wailed pitifully.
"Thank you, Satoru, I’m sure she needs an escort," she smiled slyly, winking your way.
But as it turned out, you didn’t go back to your dorm.
No, instead, Satoru took your hand and led you to her private apartment just around the corner, definitely too big and expensive to afford for a normal student. Her hands didn’t leave your waist even for a minute, and the peaceful quietness didn’t bother you at all when you waited for the elevator to open and enter her home.
But it began faster than you expected, because the moment your foot crossed the threshold, she pushed you against the front door and kissed like a woman starved.
Her lips were soft with a sweet aftertaste of all these fancy cocktails she just drank. With your arms around her neck, you brought her closer, and the slick noise of your tongues filled the corridor.
"You taste so fucking good," she whispered, going down to your neck and breasts, quickly taking off the dress’s straps from your shoulders. It wasn’t a bra-type dress, so your tits slipped from overly tight material, right into her big hands. You felt her hitched breath and soft lips around your nipple.
"Oh god," you sighed, putting your palms in her white, soft hair.
"Just Satoru," she winked, and you couldn’t contain a snort.
She sucked, licked and left a trail of pinkish kisses all over your tits, with the other hand going up and up your soft thigh.
Then (with one arm, for gods' sake) she picked you up and took to her bedroom. You recognised it immediately: these wooden doors, a mirror right next to it, warm yellow light and a neat desk. She placed you gently on a soft bed, and you melted under her touch, when the dress left your body completely, leaving you only in cute pink panties.
"Looks familiar, hm?" she murmured, but you just blushed and halfly covered your face.
Of course, the room looked familiar – you've seen it a hundred times, and held onto this knowledge with amusement!
"Oh, baby," Satoru suddenly gasped, looking at you from a height. Well, maybe not at you, but your velvety thighs, slightly opened and tightly pressed to your belly, showing your drenched pussy. Her breath was heavy as she started unbuttoning her shirt and showed a simple white bra, covering her pretty, milky tits. You raised to touch her, but her hand quickly stopped yours.
"You first, baby, I can’t wait to taste you."
You don’t even know how and when, but you quickly found yourself hovering over her warm mouth, with your pants off and slick dripping right on her tongue.
"Sit down, baby," her warm hands gently touched your hips and pulled you down. "You know I can handle your heat."
But you hesitated, because her face looked so weak next to your thighs, with an ability to easily cut off her access to oxygen if you actually sat.
"Don’t underestimate me, sit properly and let me take care of you," she cooed, ocean eyes stuck in your glistering folds, drenched in your honeyed juices already dripping down her starved mouth.
And as if she wanted to prove it, her tongue lapped through your sensitive pussy, leaving you with a small gasp.
"S-Satoru, ngh–" you stuttered, feeling her sucking your swollen clit, with soft moans escaping her own lips.
"That’s it," she murmured, and you finally fully sat on her warm lips, feeling a trembling cry going right to your pudgy clit. She almost manhandled you, pulling you even more onto her starved mouth, with long fingers caressing your nipples and skimming through your whole body.
She wasn’t slowing down, not even breathing at this point, just burying his nose in your pussylips, sucking your clit over and over again, and playing with a sweet bundle of nerves. The sound of her wet tongue going through your folds was so filthy, you couldn’t contain yourself from moving your hips back and forth, riding her face like a madwoman, until you felt her long fingers finally finding your spongy spot.
"Ah Toru, yes yes yes please," you moaned softly, tightening your grip on her white locks. "It feels so good, oh god"
"Come on, baby, give it to me. You look so fucking pretty on top, my pretty pretty girl," Satoru groaned, glancing at you with glittering eyes, completely and totally hazed by adoration and desire. Droplets of sweat covered her forehead, and a few strands of soft hair stuck to her furrowed brows. You gently brushed them off, feeling her tongue going even faster.
Your thighs trembled when she put her third finger in and pressed your gummy walls over and over, until you felt heat coiling in your belly. Your thighs clenched on her head even tighter, until you heard her stuttered breath. "B-Baby, ngh, I could fucking marry y-you right now mmm." And she looked so hot with these teary blue eyes, furrowed brows, lips stuck to your clit, and one hand still clenched on your thighs, helping you ride her mouth with only squelching filling the room.
Because she was sooo pussydrunk oh, lapping your folds in the most obscene way, eyeing your sweet reactions and moaning with creamy cum going down her throat. You were clenching her fingers as if you wanted to milk them fully, and maybe she was disappointed that the strap-on she recently ordered still hadn't been delivered. She didn't have anyone to use it with, but who would know that a cutie with such a sweet pussy would cross her path?
"Satoru mmm!"
She knew you were cumming, with your back arched so slutty and hips riding the hell out of her mouth, as she was ruining your soft walls and overstimulated clit. A heatwave came, and a moment later, you felt a heavenly relief, squirting all over her mouth with her eyes fluttering from the pressure your weight put on her.
And before she could take a breath and still enjoy the smell of your cunt, you got off, immediately reaching for the button of her trousers, taking them off in one quick motion. She leaned on her elbows, looking down at you with a drenched face and completly lost gaze.
"I don’t think I can handle it now," she murmured, but you already put your tongue on drenched panties, sucking her clit through white material. "Baby ngh–"
But same as her, your mind was still hazy when your fingers hooked on the lace and pulled it from her long legs. Your eyes locked on oh so pretty pussy and puffy lips glistening under your soft fingers.
But then you started nervously fidgeting in your place because, well, it just hit you.
"I, um, I’ve never been with a woman," you admitted, looking at her shyly.
She just smiled back, tilting her head, "Me too."
"Well, I never slept with a woman," you repeated yourself, but she just sat there, sly like a fox with slightly squinted ocean eyes.
"Yeah," she added, slowly leaning towards you. She placed a soft kiss on your lips, and you could feel your creamy cum. "Me too."
You looked at her dumbstruck.
"No way. You just gave me the best orgasms I’ll probably even experience, so you will not give me a crap about never sleeping with a woman," you said, but once again lowered down to her warmth, giving her first shy, kitty lick.
Satoru moaned, her hand brushing through your hair, slightly pushing you towards her cunt.
"I ngh never had a time–ah baby," her head lolled back, and you could see muscles on her forearms tensing when she clenched her fingers on your head.
You slurped, sucked, and messily kissed her pink cunt, with a taste so heavenly you felt yourself getting soaked again. Then you added one finger and felt how tight her hole was, clenching around it and sucking you in. She was still in her white bra and half-unbuttoned shirt, but you could see, fucking god, her abs tensing when you moaned right on her clit. A tremble went through her body, thighs clenched around your head as more of her honeyed juices landed on your tongue, so sweet and messy, drenching your face right down to your chin.
"Baby, look at me," she panted, and you gave her your best doe eyes, a slutty, whorish gaze, the one that made her clench around your fingers and gush even more of her slick, as you drank everything she gave you with a soft moan. "Ah fuck, so pretty pretty pretty, I’m gonna cum mmm. I’m so close, keep looking at me, baby please"
And then you felt her cunt squeezing in absolute spasms, drenching your fingers while pushing her gummy spot and lips devoured her puffy clit, trembling sweetly under your lapping tongue. She looked so pretty, with her strong, masc physique, trembling and whimpering while you were giving her the first orgasm in her life. You gave her a looong lick last time, while she was going down from her high.
You both slumped onto the bed, drenched in your cums and with heavy breaths filling the room.
"It was–" you started, but she quickly interrupted.
"I was serious."
You turned your head, looking at her soft gaze.
"About?"
She turned her body towards you, leaning on her elbow.
"Well, firstly, I have never eaten a woman out. I never even properly dated anyone. Secondly, you should marry me, because I think I just got addicted to your pus–" You quickly shut her up with your hand and a rosy flush spilling on your cheeks, as she laughed quietly.
"I’ll see what I can do," you whispered, while she leaned to place a soft kiss on your lips.
And a few days later, you were once again lying in your bed, scrolling through the videos of your favourite content creator.
"Oh fuck me,' you whispered, looking at her, in this handsome red long-sleeve she just bought and, as usual, black pants hugging her lean legs. She turned around, showed her slim fingers full of rings and a black bag with a cute Digimon pin you bought for her. You checked the comments, all of them creaming over the hot guy in the video and his muscular forearms.
Rock, paper, DEFINITELY scissors, you wrote, scrolling to the next video.
I was thinking about making more one-shots with fem gojo so lemme know if you want it!
Zoro and Sanji dating for like 5 months and the whole time Zoro makes it sound like he's a single father of 3 kids. So Sanji kind of operates on that. He's trying to make himself seem impressive and responsible, showing off how good he is with kids. He REALLY wants to be involved and accepted in every part of Zoro's life.
Then finally, Zoro invites Sanji to his apartment. Sanji is looking around. The apartment is pretty bare bones. Lawn chair instead of a couch. No dining table to be seen. Outdated laptop on top of a milk crate. The kitchen is small and looks barely used aside from the stove top and toaster and microwave. The fridge is cluttered with magnets that he remembers Luffy gifting but that's it. Protein powder and what looks like gummy vitamins sit together on the counter. It's very clean—so pretty much zero evidence of children living here whatsoever. Sanji is confused. Even more so when Zoro says "they aren't usually hiding when I get home. Must've already known you were coming, they're kind of shy." As he's going to a cabinet and shaking a plastic container of tiny brown squares.
And then out runs two cats, another sauntering in. And Sanji is just. He's broken. Because he thought they were human children. Because Zoro would mention how one threw up in her bed and sulked for an hour straight, the other wakes him up every morning by smacking him in the face, and the third one, the youngest, just turned four.
Zoro carries a handful of cats over to the living room floor, Sanji follows mindlessly. And he just sits there. Not even listening to Zoro as he introduces them. His brain is broken right now. Because all this time, his boyfriend is just a dedicated cat person. Well get ready for the next surprise because remember how he said his apartment is a two bedroom? He doesn't have a roommate, oh no. No, the cats all have a room to themselves and it's the most decorated room in the entire apartment. Like Zoro doesn't even own an actual bedframe, it's just an old mattress on a wooden pallet. Meanwhile, there are two cat towers, dozens of plastic springs, several cat beds, designated food bowls and water bowls....
And guess what? Somehow this all just makes Sanji love Zoro more ♥️
streamer!kenma fucks his girlfriend on stream because his fans are insufferable.
the losing streak starts subtly enough that kenma almost convinces himself it isn’t real, though watching from behind your own screen makes it painfully obvious things are about to go downhill.
the first match slips away because of a cheater, the second because of a teammate disconnecting halfway through, and the third— well, the third is entirely his fault, though he refuses to acknowledge that out loud.
the quiet hum of his computer fills the pauses between rounds, broken only by the rapid clicking of his mouse and the occasional soft sigh he lets out when another objective falls apart on screen.
chat, naturally, notices before he does.
messages begin stacking faster with every defeat, laughing emotes multiplying as the scoreboard appears again and again with his name sitting stubbornly on the losing side. kenma leans forward in his chair, eyes narrowed slightly.
“it’s not a losing streak,” he murmurs, voice calm but edged with quiet defensiveness. “the matchmaking’s just weird tonight.”
chat disagrees immediately.
he queues again anyway.
the next game lasts longer, long enough that hope briefly returns, only to collapse during the final minutes when everything spirals at once— the unmistakable sound cue of defeat appearing before he can fix it. the screen fades, results loading slowly, and kenma stares at it without moving, fingers resting lightly on his keyboard as if continuing might somehow undo it.
on his other monitor, his chat is absolutely dragging him
apple.creampie: disrespectfully please retire
kodzukenkink: just unplug that mouse ☠️☠️
kenmasbbg: UR WASHED its time to get off unc
ilovegamerhands: blink once if u need coaching
one hand comes up to push his hair away from his eyes, headset shifting slightly as he tilts his head toward the scrolling messages.
a donation alert cuts through the noise, cheerful and traitorous— and to his surprise, it's yours.
kodzukenkink donated 1000$! “maybe try winning?”
“…wow, you guys are assholes. 'specially you, kodzukenkink.” he says after a moment, faint amusement slipping into his tone. “…you’re all very confident for people not playing,”
he’s not tilting, not really; he just exhales through his nose, leans back in the gaming chair until it creaks, and lets his voice drop into that lazy, velvet register the chat eats up.
“alright. i’m ass tonight. chat, save me. what do i do?”
the sidebar ignites. the usual mix— get good, switch to fortnite, take a nap— but one phrase starts spamming, gaining traction, bold and relentless.
he doesn’t even hesitate. a tiny, almost imperceptible smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth— the one only you ever really clock. he knows exactly what he’s doing.
“fine. you degenerates win.” he opens twitter on his phone, searches his @ with zero shame, and starts scrolling. “let’s see what you freaks are saying about me this week.”
hecanruinmykda: why'd bro fold under 0 pressure
hiswifiwife: he was waiting for this 😭☠️
first one he reads is tame, almost sweet. he tilts his head, reading it slow on purpose.
“‘kenma’s fingers are so long and pretty i want them in my mouth.’ huh.” he flexes said fingers against his phone, lets them hover over the keys for a second like he’s considering it. “that's bold. zero out of ten creativity, though.”
he keeps going, voice low and amused, like he’s reading the weather instead of porn disguised as compliments.
“‘imagine kenma whimpering your name while you ride him—’ nope.” he cuts himself off, but not before letting the sentence hang just long enough for the chat to explode. he snorts softly. “you guys are so embarrassing.”
kenmasbedhair: DEGRADE US MORE KENMA
verifiedkoduzukenobserver: ready set GOON
needsleepandkenma: all 10 fingers
“‘kenma’s voice is made for dirty talk bf ASMR i need him to call me a good girl while he takes it out on me after he loses in ranked.’”
he pauses, lips curving into the smallest, softest smile— the kind that’s just for the camera and maybe a little for you. “good girl, huh? that’s sweet.” he lets it linger for a beat, then adds, gentle, “i like the imagination. you guys are creative tonight.”
they’re eating it up. the teasing shifts, predictable as clockwork.
rankedwithkenmawhen: no gf to say that to??
spectatingmyhusband: lonely kenma canon
parasociallystable: dw dada i can be ur gf <3333
he reads the last few silently first, eyes scanning, then exhales a soft, fond sound— like he’s smiling at an inside joke.
“you keep saying i’m single like you’re trying to manifest it,” he says, voice light, teasing without bite. he tilts his head, golden eyes catching the ring light just right. “what makes you so sure?”
the chat stutters for half a second— then explodes.
respectfullyunwell: ?? WAIT HE DIDN’T DENY IT
apple.creampie: KENMA HAS A GF???
ilovegamerhands: PROOF PLS KING
verifiedkoduzukenobserver: PROOF OR BAN
he doesn’t laugh at them. doesn’t brush it off like a joke. he just lets his gaze settle on the camera like he’s talking to a friend who’s being adorably clueless.
“so… you really think i’m single?” he asks, soft, curious, almost gentle. no mockery, just that quiet invitation to keep going, to dig deeper if they want.
the chat goes nuclear— screaming, crying emojis, frantic “SHOW HER THEN” and "MUST BE PROPAGANDA," and donations flying in with hearts and question marks. he doesn’t give them anything concrete. just that same small, warm smile as he reaches for his drink, takes a slow sip, and lets the moment stretch.
“interesting,” he murmurs, voice dropping into something softer, more private. “guess we’ll see how long that theory lasts.”
he stretches then— lazy, hoodie riding up just a hint at the waist—and gives the camera his usual wave.
the stream cuts to black, and the room goes quiet except for the low hum of his pc fans winding down. you hear the familiar creak of his chair as he pushes back, the soft shuffle of his slippers on the floor, and then the door to your room easing open.
kenma slips in without knocking and immediately spots you on the bed, propped against the pillows with your phone still in hand, one eyebrow arched like you’ve been waiting for this exact moment.
he doesn’t say anything at first. and watches you with that half-lidded, golden-eyed stare that’s equal parts tired and amused.
you break first, because of course you do.
“so,” you say after a moment, voice carefully neutral, “i see you decided to soft launch me to several dozen thousand people tonight.”
“they were being annoying,” he says simply, dropping onto the bed beside you. his thigh presses warm against yours. “figured i’d give them something to chew on.”
you set your phone aside, shift so you’re facing him properly, knees bumping his hip. “oh, you gave them something alright. i think all your thirsty fangirls are screaming crying right now."
“they’ll survive.” he says, voice low, almost lazy. he reaches out, hooks two fingers in the waistband of your shorts, tugs you an inch closer like it’s nothing.
you lean in a little, voice dropping to that playful murmur you save just for him. “so… are you going to hard launch your beautiful, sexy girlfriend tomorrow, or are you gonna keep dangling the carrot and let them beg for crumbs?”
he hums, thoughtful, thumb brushing idle circles against the skin just above your shorts. “could be fun.” his gaze flicks down to your lips, then back up.
your pulse kicks up— not nerves, just heat, anticipation, the thrill of knowing exactly how chaotic he’s willing to let things get when he’s in this mood.
“that's bold,” you say, grinning. “you sure you’re ready for that level of degeneracy? they’re already feral tonight. tomorrow they’ll be even worse with visual confirmation.”
"i'm used to it by now. wanna show off my pretty girlfriend to everyone."
he kisses you then— slow, unhurried, like he’s got all night and tomorrow’s stream is just bonus content. when he pulls back, his voice is a murmur against your lips.
“better get some sleep. s'gonna be a nightmare tomorrow.”
you laugh against his lips, low and sure. “you’re the one who poked the hornet’s nest, babe. don’t act like you’re not excited.”
and tomorrow comes fast.
by the time he starts stream the next day, you’re already settled: pink gaming chair dragged right up next to his black one, close enough that your knees brush his when you shift.
he doesn’t announce you. doesn’t even look at the camera when he hits “go live.” just leans back, a can of coke in hand, and says in that deadpan drawl, “hey, chat. got company today. also known as yesterday's biggest dono 'kodzukenkink'” he raises his hands briefly, putting quotation marks around the username.
canonicallydownbad: HE WAS BEING FR ???????
kneesweakforkozume: KENMA SOFTLAUNCH TO HARDLAUNCH IN 24HRS???
certifiedkenmasimp: HOLY FUCK SHES GORGEOUS
you don’t flinch. just tilt your head toward him, smirking, and wave once. the donations start pouring in like someone opened a faucet. hearts, crying emojis, “MARRY ME BOTH OF YOU”, “KENMA-SENSEI SHOW US YOUR WAYS”.
kenma glances sideways at you, the tiniest curve to his mouth, then back to the screen. “chill,” he says, but there’s no heat in it. he’s enjoying this. “she’s not going anywhere. be normal for once.”
they’re not normal.
they never are.
the questions come fast, overlapping, shameless.
verifiedkoduzukenobserver: IS SHE THE ONE U CALL GOOD GIRL 💔💔💔💔😭😭😭😭
kenmasbedhair: bet she’s the reason you end stream early sometimes 💔💔
hecanruinmykda: does she make you whimper kenma
hiswifiwife: Q&A SESSION STARTS NOW TELL US KING
you laugh— clear, bright, unbothered— and lean closer to his mic just enough for your voice to carry. “you guys are so nosy."
kenma’s ears go faintly pink, but he doesn’t pull away. instead he sets the drink down, and turns his chair toward you a fraction.
“they’re asking if you’re the one,” he says, voice low, almost conversational, but his eyes are locked on yours. “the good girl thing.”
you arch a brow, leaning into his touch. “am i?”
he doesn’t answer with words. just lets his gaze drop to your lips, then back up, slow and deliberate.
chat loses what little composure it had left.
apple.creampie: NOT THE EYE SEX????
spectatingmyhusband: HELLO? ARE WE INTERRUPTING SOMETHING
parasociallystable: ATP JS BEND HER OVER THE DESK ALREADY 💔😭
certifiedkenmasimp: I SECOND THAT
kneesweakforkozume: we need an onlyfans yesterday
kenma reads the last one aloud, voice dropping into that velvet register they all lose their minds over. “'we need an onlyfans'.” he pauses, lets the silence stretch, then looks straight at the camera. “keep talking like that and i’ll bend her over this table right now. you want that?”
the sidebar turns into a wall of yes yes YES YES caps-lock and barking drooling emojis.
you feel the heat crawl up your spine— not embarrassment, just raw want. you shift in the pink chair, thighs pressing together, and meet his eyes with a slow, challenging smile. “y'know, babe, you're threatening both them and me with a good time.”
he exhales a soft laugh, then— “alright,” he says to the camera, voice flat but laced with that quiet amusement only you ever get to hear fully. “enough foreplay. we’re playing two player obby on roblox. you degenerates can behave or i’m ending stream early.”
you watch your tiny blocky avatar spawn on top of his on a floating pastel platform suspended over an endless sky, cheerful music chiming through both your phone speakers and his headset at the same time. the title screen proudly announces two player obby. you're playing on your phone while he plays on his pc, streaming his screen for his viewers.
"ooh, get ready to lose, kenma."
"(y/n).. we're supposed to work together to get to the end."
then, your avatar jumps.
misses.
falls directly into the void.
the oof sound effect plays through your speakers.
kenma exhales a quiet laugh beside you, shoulders shaking faintly.
you glance sideways at him. “don’t laugh.”
“i didn’t say anything,” he replies, which is technically true, though the amusement lingering in his voice makes it worse.
his avatar waits patiently at the edge of the platform while yours respawns, blocky arms lifting stiffly as you try again. the controls on your phone feel slightly delayed, thumbs tapping carefully as you line up the next jump.
you make it this time.
barely.
“okay,” you mutter, leaning closer without realizing, concentration pulling your brows together. “this game is stressful.”
“you’re supposed to jump when it moves,” kenma says, tone calm, eyes flicking between his monitor and the corner of his screen where chat scrolls endlessly.
“i am jumping.”
your character slips again, teetering dangerously before regaining balance at the last second.
chat explodes in celebration like you’ve achieved something monumental.
you’re both leaning into your screens, trading quiet commentary. “wait, stand on that button,” you mutter. “got it,” he replies, voice soft, focused. your characters sync up effortlessly, and it’s nice. domestic. almost normal.
almost.
then the chats starts creeping back.
jokingly, of course.
certifiedkenmasimp: bend her over when she dies again
kneesweakforkozume: lmao co-op but make it 18+
canonicallydownbad: kenma if u die she has to ride u on cam
apple.creampie: we’re kidding… unless 👀
respectfullyunwell: SPICY CONTENT OR RIOT
your eyes glance up to the chat and you immediately smirk, a mischievous idea now planted in your head. "woah. your fans really want you to fuck me on live. y'sure you don't wanna give your sweet fans what they want?"
kenma reads a few silently, lips thinning. you catch the exact second his patience snaps— not dramatic, just a quiet click. he pauses the game mid-level, and looks up directly into the camera.
"you guys really don't know when to stop," he sighs.
apple.creampie donated 500$! "kenma if you hate us so much just fuck your gf on stream and end our suffering 😒"
he doesn’t speak right away.
just reaches, wraps those long fingers around your wrist, tugs once—sharp enough to make your breath hitch— and pulls you right between his spread thighs so your ass bumps the edge of the desk, facing him.
“sit.”
you start sideways like a coward. but he lifts you up, spins you until you’re sitting on him proper— facing the camera, thighs forced wide with his knees, with your back glued to his chest. you let out a small yelp from how rough he was.
chat loses its fucking mind instantly.
he doesn’t even glance at the spam. his left arm snakes around your and his right hand dragging slow up the inside of your thigh. his middle finger traces the soaked seam of your shorts, presses just hard enough to make your hips twitch like a needy little bitch.
“look at them.” kenma's chin jerks toward the monitor. “they've been begging to watch me ruin you nonstop. and you—” his fingertip circles your clit through the cotton, slow and mean, “—you've been egging them on.”
you try to hide your face but he catches your jaw and forces it right back to the lens.
“eyes on camera, slut.”
two fingers shove under the fabric, sinking in knuckle-deep and curling right into your g-spot. your whole body jolts.
“fuck—kenma—” you try to bite your lips to keep your sounds in,
“shut up.” his thumb presses your clit in tight, nasty little strokes. “already dripping down my hand like a desperate whore. don’t act shy now.”
his chat is actual chaos. half keysmash, half straight-up “please fuck her on stream” donos lighting the sidebar on fire.
he repeats one comment, deadpan.
“‘bend her over when she dies again’.” he lets out a tiny dry huff. “so fucking predictable.”
fingers scissor once, twice, then rip out. you whine like you’re dying.
he drags those slick fingers straight to your mouth, pushes them past your lips.
“clean your mess.”
you do as he says— tongue swirling, tasting yourself while thousands watch you choke on his fingers.
“good girl,” he breathes, almost sweet. then, “such a filthy attention whore.”
pulls them out with a wet pop, smears the spit and slick across your thigh like he’s marking territory, then grips your hips and stands— lifting you like you’re nothing.
he folds you over the edge, tits mashed to the wood, ass up, face inches from the camera. ring light catches every bead of sweat, every flutter of your lashes, every tremble.
he yanks your shorts and panties down— fabric tangled around your thighs like makeshift cuffs.
with his fists in your hair, he yanks your head back so the camera gets the perfect money shot: lips swollen, eyes glassy and nearly fucked-stupid already, drool at the corner of your mouth.
“look at them,” he orders, quieter, darker. “let them see the face they’ve been paying to wreck.”
he pulls his sweatpants and boxers down just enough— blunt head nudges your entrance, fat and hot, rocking there just to make you feel how thick he’s gonna split you open while the entire stream watches.
“say it.”
“haah, fuck me.”
“louder. make them hear how bad you need it.”
your eyes flick to chat— pure depravity, begging in every language.
“fuck me, kenma— please— fuck me on stream—”
he slams in, one long, brutal stroke that punches the air out of your lungs.
your mouth falls open in a silent scream. he doesn’t let you breathe, just sets a punishing rhythm— deep, mean snaps that make your palms slip on the desk every time his hips slap your ass.
“keep looking at the camera,” he orders when your head tries to drop. hair yanked back harder. “let them see your pretty face while i use this cunt.”
tears prick your eyes— not pain, just the overwhelming stretch, the exposure, the sick thrill of being their porn.
his free hand snakes around, fingers finding your clit again, rubbing fast and filthy until your thighs are shaking like you’re gonna collapse.
“clenching so fucking tight,” he mutters, almost to himself. “you love being their camslut?”
you can’t speak— just broken, pathetic moans every time he bottoms out.
he folds over you, chest to your back, lips brushing your ear.
“come for them,” he whispers, voice pure command. “show the chat what their money bought.”
you shatter.
your whole body seizing, mouth wide in a soundless wail as you gush around him, vision blurring white. he fucks you through every pulse, relentless, until you’re whimpering, oversensitive, legs trembling so bad he has to hook an arm under your hips to hold you up.
only then does he let go— few more thrusts before he buries balls-deep and fills you with a low, guttural groan the mic eats right up.
silence for a beat. just both of you panting.
then he pulls out slow, lets you slump boneless over the desk, and finally— finally— ends the stream.
god bless any loved ones who joined Just Chatting | Things Got Weird expecting wholesome gameplay.
first kiss with boyfriend!choso except he doesn’t know what a kiss is ᝰ.ᐟ fluff, fem!reader
“do you think it’d be weird if i kissed him?”
maki had looked at you like you had two heads when she asked, “why would that be weird? he’s your boyfriend, isn’t he?”
“well, yeah… but, isn’t the guy usually supposed to do it first?”
“choso wasn’t even a fully conscious being a year ago.” she scoffed, “your boyfriend is essentially one of those expanding pill toys we used to soak in the sink as kids. there’s nothing ‘usual’ about you two. I say go for it.”
you nibble the inside of your lip as you think back to the conversation you’d had with your friend just a few hours earlier. she was right, there is absolutely nothing normal about a jujutsu sorcerer and a death painting being in a relationship, so perhaps it isn’t fair to apply the same expectations you would a normal guy to choso. and though he was different from any guy you’d been with before, you could say with utmost certainty that no one has ever treated you as well as your sweet boy does, even if his methods were a little unconventional at times and he still referred to you as his ‘mate’ instead of his girlfriend. but that was just something you’d gotten used to.
the two of you are sat under a tree on a breezy day with your back against the bark and choso’s head tucked in your lap contently. he has his eyes closed but you can tell he’s not sleeping, just resting, his pretty lashes kissing his cheeks. chest rising and falling slowly. if anything, his relaxed stature should mirror onto you but it only makes you more nervous.
gently, you move to hold his face in your hands, thumbs dusting over his cheeks which makes him exhale a breath through his nose a little heavier in response. though no longer a stranger to your touch, it still makes his heart skip all the same. choso and affection had never crossed paths until he’d met you.
and slowly, you lower your face to his, eyes drawing to a close when you carefully slot your lips over his own. you remain there for a beat before you pull away to see a pair of alerted, intense eyes staring directly into yours.
“what did you just do?”
he’s so matter of fact. you still aren’t quite sure if you’re used to how much weight his voice has when he uses it. how it feels like he’s speaking into you instead of to you.
“um, I-“ you swallow, hard. “it was a kiss. i kissed you.”
you hadn’t really thought this through, you realize as your mouth runs dry. feels like it’s been filled with sand.
“why? what is a ‘kiss’?” he’d paused to taste the word, like he’d never spoken it before. because he hadn’t.
“it’s what you do when you like someone. when words aren’t enough to show it. you put your lips on theirs, and… move them.”
you were going to kill maki.
he nods, but he still seems to be thinking on it. “what does it mean?”
“it’s kind of hard to explain. but it’s supposed to be a good thing, you know… that couples do.” he shifts slightly, arms coming up to cross under his head instead. his knuckles brushing against the skin of your thighs, the feeling of his hands making you fidget a bit. they were almost hot.
“how’d it make you feel?” you ask.
“do it again.”
“what?”
he repeats himself, “do it again. you caught me off guard the first time.”
so you do as you’re told. once. just a peck, barely a second. then again, but this time, you stay long enough to feel his lips tentatively start to move against yours. to feel them press deeper into yours when his chin tilts upwards.
a breath is shared between the two of you, lips ghosting against each other’s before you pull away completely.
your heart is beating fast and you know he can sense it.
“so? now how do you feel?” it comes out really soft because you’re nervous and you truly can’t read him right now.
he looks… confused. curious? you don’t know, but there’s a harsh line between his brows while he mulls on his answer.
“warm. like my blood is about to burst through my veins any second now… like—“ his lips close, then part again, but it takes a few more seconds for words to escape and for the first time ever you hear choso trip over his words. “like the feeling you get when you’re getting ready to fight someone. but… different. more intense.”
“cho, it’s okay if you didn’t like—“
he doesn’t let you finish.
“give me more,” and he tacks it on for good measure because yuji’s told him he needs to work on his manners. “please.”
