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older brother’s best friend! satoru
kissing you was sooo wrong. he could taste the guilt as soon as he crashed his lips onto yours. yet, he pushed it down and kept at it, feeling the way you reached for the collar of his shirt, snaking into the roots of his hair.
“satoru this isn’t right-” you tried squeaking out in between breaths, but he didn’t care, it wasn't everyday that he got a moment to be alone with you. he wanted nothing more than to taste you again, indulging in his desires, pressing kisses against your now swollen lips. hands wondering over your body, kneading and tugging at your curves. you're whiny voice only interrupted him, "what if he comes back?"
"he won't." he grunts out, reaching between your thighs, grazing over your panties. wet. just as he expected. he looks his fingers underneath the waistband, taking in how warm your cunt seems to be. you moan louder as he finds your clit, circling and flicking your sensitive spot, not missing an opportunity to kiss along your face and neck.
"satoru..." you sigh out his name, your core aching as his digits poke at your hole. he can tell you want him badly. your pussy is basically screaming it; drooling over the thought of getting with your brother's best friend. "i need you, please." who is he to not give you what you want?
he wants to push his fingers deep inside of you, to curl them against your sweet spot, to call you a good girl and watch you crumble against him. he wants to stare into your eyes when you cum, something that only he gets to see. he wants to ruin every inch of you, claim you as his, to play out this dirty little fantasy of corrupting his best friend's little sister.
gojo likes playing with your tits (sorry not edited rip)
sitting all pretty in his lap, satoru simply can't resist trying to feel your boobs. especially with the way your nipples are peeking through the t-shirt you borrowed from him. he just wants to palm them-- to feel their tenderness; to toy with your perky nipples; to squeeze them in his large, calloused hands. he barely bothers to hold back, though, because when you peer up at him through your lashes, his cock twitches awake.
pulling your (his) shirt up, he's met with your bra-less figure, tits perfectly placed, perfectly plump... just perfect. he starts on one side, grabbing a handful and digging his fingers into the soft curves of your body. they were so nice and warm, he could feel a little bit of drool on his lips. he lets out a sign, reaching for your other breast, making sure to rub both in circular motions while you squirmed against his thighs.
he tries to hush you, focused on the way your tits moved around under his control. he flicked your nipples, rolling them between his long fingers.
"satoru--" you whine the moment he latches onto your nipple, tongue swirling, feeling the stiff bud against his teeth. your back arches, bringing your chest closer to him. his hips thrust up a little, letting you feel just how much you rile him up. just your breasts alone are enough to make him cum in his pants.
although you whimper, he doesn't let up on the sucking motion, making sure to switch between the two-- he wouldn't want one to feel neglected. he paused for a moment to catch his breath, leaning back against the sofa. his eyes have fluttered shut, still groping you.
"you're so fuckin amazing, baby, i just wanna..." he doesn't finish his thought, face finding a spot between your breasts, making sure to nuzzle into them as though it's his first time seeing this part of you. he groans against your skin, sending goosebumps across your body.
"baby let me fuck your tits, yea?" when he says that, you swear you see stars, feeling his throbbing bulge under you. in no time, though, you're laying against the sofa, holding your tits together, letting his hard cock glide in between them.
gojo loves sweets… including cream pies!
his cock throbs. he’s so hard, hitting you in your deepest crevasses, his flushed tip gushing inside of you. he just can’t resist it, especially the way you clamp down on him after insisting he fill you up.
his hips come to a halt. his vision narrowing in on your fucked out face. he knows you can feel his hot cum inside of you, and he’s relishing in the way your tongue sits on your parted lips, panting like you’re in heat.
pulling out, he anticipated the way he’s seed will roll out, how it’ll ooze out of you, painting your folds, pooling around your ass. and as much as he wants to see it with his own two eyes, he can’t let it go to waste— after all you were begging him for it.
he stuffs his fingers into your pulsing hole, fucking his cum back into you.
“hmm!” you whine, words slurring together. “‘toru ‘s too much” gojo doesn’t care. not when he can feel his warm liquid on his fingers, blending with your own arousal while still deep in your pussy. his fingers curl, causing you to scream.
and even though you were overstimulated, you sniffled when he finally removed his thick digits. staring at his index and middle finger, he observed the glistening cum that was still lingering.
he smiled sadistically, eyes flickering back to you.
“say ‘awh.’” you barely have a second to react before tasting him in your mouth, “tastes so sweet, doesn’t it baby?”
since my beautiful bbg @sqwidgurl asked for some toji i thought why not
toji was a simple kind of man, even predictable. he was always on the look for the his next fix— his next rush of adrenaline. he’d patrol the bars, the racetracks, college parties looking for something, or someone, to make his blood pump.
that’s when he spots you. seemingly naive, standing across the room like a baby deer unaware there’s a hunter hiding in the woods, riffle aimed to your heart. he couldn’t resist it, he had to have you, had to slip you into the bathroom and show you what a good time was. he needed to feel you claw at your back, begging for more, splitting open on his cock.
so that’s what toji did, snaking through the crowd, using his charm to lure you in. a smile, brushing your hair to the side, telling you how you stood out in such an overcrowded room. when you admit to him you hadn’t so much kissed a guy before, that’s when you had unknowing sealed the deal.
you found yourself in the bathroom, letting his fingers dip into your little cunt. his breath was on your neck as your bare ass pressed against the cold countertop. you gasp in the way he touches you, lighting your skin on fire.
“if ya can’t even handle my fingers how the hell do ya think you’re gonna take my dick?” he grunts, feeling how you clamp down on him, his rough fingers finding just the right spot. he smiles when you tell him you can do it— you’ll be a good girl for him. it almost makes him let out a pitiful laugh.
“oh yeah?” his smirk glows. “prove it.”
you write evil men very deliciously i wish i had your brain the satoru RECORDING ONE?? i’ve ascended to a greater plane of existence…toji when 😫😫 i don’t have any specific request just wondering if you got a little toji in the drafts :)
thank yew 🙂↕️ it stems from my horrible experiences with m*n
i don’t have any toji drafts rn but i’m craving big dilf dick so maybe sooon heheheh
ex boyfriend satoru
he keeps your face pressed into the pillow, hot, steamy tears rolling down your puffy cheeks, letting his deep strokes rock your body as he positions himself behind you. you have no idea how you let him get so close to you again, especially since you started dating someone new. gojo was like a persistent virus-- always finding it's way back into your life when it's most inconvenient.
but you can't help yourself, even you find yourself craving the same person you vowed to never speak to again. maybe that's why his aching cock is nestled deep inside the walls of your pussy, his nails digging crescent moons into the flesh of your ass.
"fuck i missed this little pussy," he drags his cock out of you, spreading open your cheeks, letting a wab of spit drip into your gaping cunt before ramming himself back in. he reaches forward, grabbing your hair, yanking you back so hard your back arches.
your eyes squint, a bright light hitting your body. he's recording.
although, you don't have a chance to focus on it.
his pace is brutal, but you seem to be masochist with the way you scream for him, crying out his name. that only makes him laugh, the eerie sound echoing off the walls. the light disappears and his laugh only grows more wild.
"i think your man is gonna fuckin love this shit." his tip presses against your cervix, making your ears ring, a dizzy feeling taking over. you can hear the swooshing sound of a video being sent but you don't care. gojo feels too good to care.
gojo can be mean sometimes
your hips rest on his lap and your ass is perked up in the air while your flustered face hides in the couch cushions. the short little skirt you were wearing has been pushed up, revealing the tight, skimpy panties you were wearing.
he winds up his hand, getting ready to spank your plush ass. you try not to move, bracing for his cold palm to hit your warm skin.
slap. slap. slap.
he watches as it jiggles, a sadistic smile twisted onto his lips. you let out a whimper, feeling the sting.
slap
another hard hit, causing messy tears to roll down your face, but satoru only cooed.
“cmon babygirl, if you’re gonna be bad you have accept the punishment,” he said in a hushed tone, gently rubbing your butt before hitting it again although with much more strength.
“satoru…” you sob, trying to shake free but his hold was too strong.
he tutted his lips, “no pouting, sweetheart. we’re almost done. be a good girl.”
munch gojo <3
hovering over the bridge of his nose, you can feel his breath against your pussy. his hands work endlessly to grope the fat of your ass, spreading your lips apart in the process.
“i told you to sit on it— not fuckin float over” he grunts, pulling you down onto his pretty face.
his tongue pokes into your little cunt, stretching around his thick muscle as it traces your velvet walls. he guides your hips, letting you hump his mouth. it’s so much; so intense, your eyes roll back as he makes out with your warm pussy.
“fuck yeah,” he groans against your lips, lapping up your arousal. “i’m so fuckin hard.”
you can year him shuffling, his hands loosening their hold on you and as you turn your head, you see his cock springing free. his tip is already so sloppy, coated in more pre cum then you’ve seen in the past. he jerks himself off with a firey passion, moaning into your body, sending the vibrations up your spine.
“cum on my face, baby,” he begs, voice sounding oh-so whiny. his deserpation only causes you to grind faster, chasing your orgasm as the heat between your legs spreads throughout your body.
his tongue. his hand around his cock. his nose hitting against your clit is enough to drive you over the edge and while you squeal out, he only shoves his face deeper. he eats away at your cunt like a child eager to lick their plate clean.
cam girl! reader x gojo satoru
the private stream begins, and his pants are pooled around his ankles, his oozing cock fitted between his thick fingers. gojo strokes himself in anticipation, groaning when you finally pop up on his screen.
“hi satoru, thank you for being my top viewer.” your voice is dripping with honey, so sweet, so innocent. gojo thinks he's going to cum on the spot thinking about the way you say his name.
"you don't have to thank me, sweetheart," he says out loud, knowing you can't hear him. instead, he quickly types it into the chat, watching how your eyes light up when reading his message.
"do you wanna see what i have on? i wore it just for you." you tilt the camera down, revealing the matching set you're wearing. not to mention how you've paired them with stockings and a garter belt. gojo thinks he's ascended to heaven, and you only continue to make his head spin. "do you remember these? you bought them from my wish list."
you look so sexy baby. he types. you only giggle, thanking him for his compliment. your hands linger over your breasts, playing with them ever so slightly, and it makes his cock twitch. especially with the way you tug down the cup, popping your finger into your mouth and then swirling your digit against your perky nipples. you let out a soft moan, throwing your head back slightly.
although, you stop abruptly, looking straight into the camera, causing gojo's breath to hitch. his heart racing, waiting to see what you're going to do next.
"what's your favourite color?"
blue. he's very swift with his response, not missing a beat. you laugh softly. "well, i have just the thing for you, then."
you brought out a kinky little toy: a baby blue vibrator, the kind that simultaneously plunged into your pussy while also stimulating your clit. gojo only jerked himself off faster.
"do you like it?" fuck baby i love it.
bringing your legs up onto the chair you're sitting on, your clothed cunt is on full display while you gently pull those adorable panties to the side. gojo basks in the fact that you're literally dripping—and it's just for him.
stretching yourself out, the toy buzzes, and gojo feels himself loosing his sanity. you've become a moaning little mess, gushing over the vibrator. he imagines it as his cock, dipping into your sweet, sweet hole, his flushed tip bumping onto your cervix, suffocating in your gummy walls. he fucks his fists, phone shaking as he feels himself getting closer and closer.
you'd take my cock so well bb. he lets out a load groan, hearing the lewd sounds you're making, whispering how you'd love to ride him, how you want him buried deep inside you.
"im so close, satoru, please cum with me." you plead, voice trembling and toes curling.
yea bb im so fckn close
"i'm cumming, i'm cumming- fuck!" your body shakes, clenching around the baby blue toy. you scream out for him, panting excessively. that's when gojo comes undone.
he bites down on his t-shirt, the pace of his wrist is unrelenting until he, too, reaches the end. hot white ropes squirt from his tip, his shaft throbbing with bliss. he takes a minute to catch his breath
i came so fckn hard
i need to see u in person
fuck plz bb
you giggle playfully at his comments, leaning towards the camera. "i might have to take you up on that offer, since you're my biggest fan afterall."
gojo satoru is a dry humper sorry not sorry
gojo is a tease; he loves getting you close while also keeping you so far away. he wants to see how you loose your mind with just some simple friction.
so when he strips you down to nothing but your bra and panties, he knows you’re going to get desperate. he drapes himself on the couch, pulling you into his lap, using your shoulders to press down harder on the growing bulge under his sweatpants. he can feel your heart beating through your pussy, and how you’re ready to start squirming.
your hips start to roll forward, your slit perfectly lined up with his clothed cock and slowly you start to unravel: you’re clawing at his chest, mewling gojo’s name, arching your back, chasing some kind of relief.
you’re a sight for sore eyes, and gojo can’t help but dig his nails into your waist, dragging you around on his crotch, fucking up into you, making you see stars. your panting, eyes fluttered shut, a mess of drool and moans. you can’t help but rut into him the closer and closer you get to cumming.
the fun has just begun and you’re already on your first orgasm, ruining not just your panties but leaving a damp spot on his grey sweatpants.
this makes gojo smirk, taking a handful of your ass and giving it a squeeze, rocking you through your release. he only spreads your wetness more, decorating his pants with your slick.
“look at the mess you made, baby,” he taunts, “now are you gonna help me clean it up, or should we make an even bigger mess?”
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hi everyone! this is my first fic (enjoy it sluts xp)
you know one night stands are ridiculous. you know that satoru gojo is trouble, so how do you end up here? sprawled on his comically large bed, the tokyo skyline shining through the window.
his hands press into the mattress on either sides of you, and the thought keeps echoing in your mind: this is a mistake. but it doesn't feel that way when his mouth ghosts over your bare chest, slotting himself in between your legs, rubbing against you with a feverish passion.
he knows how to work up a woman, you figure, and it's undeniable. his fingers linger around the pooling wetness in your panties, circling your clit like it's muscle memory. he wants to hear you scream for him, he needs it. but you don't comply with him. you resist this. telling yourself you wouldn't give into him. yet, his teeth sink into your neck, his muscular body pinning you down. he has a godly control over you. whether you like it or not.
and when his cock plunges into your pussy, you finally give him what he's been dying for. your back arches, mouth gaping as the fleeting sounds of his name roll of your tongue. you can't stop it. it's an unrelenting mantra.
"that's right," he grunts, almost like a wild animal, thrusting into your clenching cunt. the messy, sloshy sounds paired with your whimpering voice is music to his ears. a boost to his ego. "tell me who this pussy fucking belongs to."
helplessly, you say his name. satoru, satoru, satoru. reaching for something to grab onto, your body shakes and he cums hard hearing how you chant--hearing how he's conquered you, corrupted you beyond saving.
he's gotten you hooked on him, addicted to his touch. he's the first thing you think of come morning, but when your eyes crack open he's gone.
the truth settles in. this is why you shouldn't have followed him. this is who satoru gojo is. he doesn't want commitment, he doesn't want love. he wants control, he wants dominance. it's a game to him. a game you seemed to have lost.
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