Gojo never understood what personal space meant. Well, not when it came to you.
No one batted an eye because everyone just assumed he was already your boyfriend from the constant touching and the way his hands naturally found yours to hold onto while walking in the school's hallways.
From the moment you two met, he’s been all over you. His nose always pressed against your neck, whispering about how good you smelt. Legs pressing up against yours when you were seated, hand rubbing at the inside of your thigh. His personal favorite was having his head on your lap, face in stomach, idly tracing patterns on your skin as your hands ran through his snowy white hair.
Which would eventually lead to him rearranging your guys. Because that’s what best friends do.
You gently knocked on his door, opening to stick your head inside. “Hi Satoru!” You chirped, making your way inside. Gojo groaned from his bed, being stripped down to only his boxers, scratching at his stomach.
“Hey..” He watched the way you moved to be over him, wrapping your arms around his waist, head pressed on his chest. “I’ve missed you all day, sweets. How was your day, hm?” He whispered, nudging his nose against your temple.
“It was fine. The lab kicked my ass though.” You pouted, thinking back to five minutes ago when you kept messing up the chemicals. “Thank god Shoko was there.”
Gojo hummed, moving his touch to your waist. You two knew this was far too intimate for a friendship, not like either of you cared though. “Shit..” he grunted, feeling his cock begin to twitch. “You’re making me hard.”
You chuckled, kissing his jaw without paying any mind to his hand that was slipping underneath your shorts. “Oops!”
“Is that all you gotta say? Toru junior is begging for your touch.” Gojo whined, gripping hardly at the flesh of your ass. That made you accidentally shift on his lap, giving him a small grind. “Fuck.”
“You better take care of this.”
“I don’t feel like it.” You teased, dragging a finger up and down the sharp lines of his face. “Just jerk off or something.” You moved off his lap, making him furrow his eyebrows. Unfortunately, you didn’t get far before his hands gripped your waist, pulling you harshly back down enough to feel his bulge.
“I said, fix this, sweets.”
And when your best friend begs like that, it’s hard to say no.
“Oh!”
“That’s it, feel every inch.” Gojo coo’ed lowly, pecking at your cheeks. Your hips couldn’t catch a break with every thrust they made.
Your ass recoiled in his hands, cheeks fully spread to help his cock slide in and out. “F-fuck.” Your eyes fluttered shut, grasping onto his shoulders. Gojo grinned, pounding in harder to pound his pretty pink tip right where you needed him the most.
He’s contemplated disregarding condoms, wanting to feel you fully. But seeing the way he still managed to ruin you regardless, he learned to lay it no mind. You swear every time you have sex with him, your mind goes completely blank, only being able to remember his name.
“Sa-satoruuu..” His vein scraped against your walls, balls slapping up at your hole. Your bodies were intertwined, fitting together like a puzzle.
You hugged him close, drooling onto his chest at every thrust he delivered. His hands dug possessively into your thighs, biting back groans. “Missed this so fucking much.” He said before smashing his lips against yours, tongue diving into your mouth. “Missed this pretty cunt.”
“W-we ngh.. we fucked yesterday..” You whined.
“Yeah, it’s been a full day, sweets. That’s sooo long.” He didn’t let go of you for even a second, rubbing your hole in circles teasingly while watching every expression displayed on your face.
“I’ve got this event coming up, need to bring an extra with me.” He said in between kisses. “Come with me.”
“Is it that damn- f-fuck..” You hated when he would try and converse during sex. It was almost impossible to finish a full sentence without moaning.
“Dinner with other interns? Yeah.”
“But.. it’s usually the partners they b-bring with..”
“So?” He flipped you two over, not stopping his thrusts, laying you underneath him. “You’re basically my girlfriend already, taking my big fat cock..”
You chuckled, cupping his cheeks. “Big?”
“Oh?” He tilted his head to the side, slipping out of you with an embarrassingly wet sound. His hard length sprung free, hitting at your folds. “You don’t think it’s big?”
Of course he was. The thing itself weighed a gazillion pounds and barely fit inside you to begin with. “I’ve seen bigger.”
“I’m the only one you fuck around with.” He corrected, gripping the base of his cock before plummeting right back in. “Did you get tighter, princess?”
“N-no!”
Gojo chuckled softly, rocking his hips at the same pace they were going at five seconds ago. He leaned down to capture your lips in another searing kiss, swallowing every whimper. “You’re coming?”
“Yes! Ngh fuck m’close!”
“No, pretty.” He snorted, pecking your nose. “I meant to the event, as my girl.”
His voice held such softness that was only used on you, no one else. The way he said it, calling you his girl, made your stomach flip. And it wasn’t because his cock was scarily reaching up there or anything.
“Mhm!” You nodded. Gojo’s lips curled into a grin that you loved seeing so much, the one he always wore right before wrecking you. Without warning, he snapped forward in a powerful thrust, gasping when you clenched down on him.
He didn’t stop, continuing to fuck you until the bedframe creaked like it was about to give out. His muscles flexed under the lighting, hips still pistoning relentlessly as one hand reached up under your shirt to squeeze your breast. “Forgot to pay attention to my girls, I’m sorry babies.”
“You-You’re insane—“
“I know, but I did just make you cum either way didn’t I?” He asked, moving his mouth to bite down your shoulder, trying his best to muffle his moaning as he spilled in you. The condom caught everything, yet you could still feel the sudden warmth emerge.
The room fell silent, only your heavy breaths being heard. Gojo shook in your hold, not yet making a move to pull out. Instead, his large hands cupped your cheeks to wipe away any sweat or tears.
“Go get changed then. We’ve got a dinner to attend.”
You are allowed to find things hot in theory while also never wanting to actually do them in real life btw. You can get off on whatever wild shit in your imagination and still prefer to be very vanilla in real life. Or not want to have sex at all in real life. You don't owe the universe anything in exchange for your dirty mind.
after rough sex, satoru tenderly (and possessively) treats your sore & irritated body with balm
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you spread your legs for him earlier, so how come it feels more embarrassing now?
"what's wrong? earlier, you were begging for more, now you can't even look at me while im taking care of you?"
nope. you couldn't even bear to look at him with raw vulnerability as he worked you out down there.
satoru was positioned between your thighs, opening your folds with two fingers as he applied the balm with his other hand. his touch was light, almost clinical as it ran over your inner labia. the skin he spent all night ravaging was now getting taken care of.
"it's just skin, baby. there's nothing you haven't already shown me a dozen times tonight."
a low hum escaped his lips as he dipped his thumb in the balm, bringing it back to your vulva as he rubbed it on your swollen clit. the clit he spanked over and over, completely fraying its nerves.
"no..its not—," you choked on your breath, shaking your head. "its not really..just skin.."
when he pulled back your clit hood and used his thumb to apply a gentle, cooling swipe on the direct bud, you realized your weak protests meant nothing. useless whimpers and whines fell on deaf ears.
he stilled his movements for a moment before stroking again.
"i know its not," he whispered, his voice dropping an octave. "that's why you're acting like this, isn't it?"
you didn't have an answer. not when you were completely exposed to him in the most intimate and vulnerable way ever.
both of his elbows kept your thighs open to make sure he could see every part of you, every part of the flesh he had been shown tonight. your clit was an angry red beneath this thumb, still throbbing and twitching from every light touch. your inner labia were completely chafed by the brutal friction of his cock, the skin raw and glistening in the substance of the balm.
a deep sigh escaped him, a small pout tugged on his lips when he realized how rough he may have been. it was a repeated motion—dip his thumb in the balm, apply it on your vulva.
when the pad of his thumb smoothed the crimson part of your inner fold, your thighs trembled and clamped from the touch despite how careful it was.
"nope. absolutely not."
his voice wasn't angry, but it had the same authority he used when around others. before you could full close up, he pushed his elbows deeper on your thighs, applying just enough pressure to keep them wide open.
"don't close up. if i don't fix this now, you're gonna complain tomorrow about how much it stings."
the sight of satoru casually applying vulva balm in the area between your thighs was infinitely more embarrassing than him pounding like a beast inside you.
this was softer, more careful compared to the aggressive sex you had earlier. this wasn't the side of satoru you were usually exposed to, therefore every touch felt like a blow to your ego. not because he was softening up, but because you felt like a baby getting a bandaid on a boo boo.
in this situation, there was no move or retort you could say that could switch the power dynamic.
"remind me why you're doing this again?" your tone was seasoned with a pinch of sassiness beneath the fluster.
satoru looked up at you. he watched the way you rolled your eyes and dreadfully dragging your hands down your face, admiring the sight of you so helpless beneath him.
he couldn't help but let out a genuine chuckle at your usual attitude. "because you're mine..thats why."
his touch became softer, slower, more deliberate as he massaged the balm in, ensuring the substance absorbed in your irritated skin.
"and who else is going to handle you when you get like this? you'd probably try to walk off the soreness and end up face planting in the middle of the hallway." he added, a small smirk tugging on his lips.
"but i'm independent, aren't i? i'm a grown woman and you're treating me like a baby."
the fire in his eyes started to return as you retorted. his thumb moved idly and slowly like all his attention came back to your words.
"sweetheart, you were begging for me to ruin you ten minutes ago. i don't think 'independent' was exactly the word coming out of your mouth when you were wrapped around me."
he opened your folds, checking that he treated all the spots he ruined. then he leaned forward to place a tender kiss on your temple.
"you're a grown woman, yeah," he continued. "but even grown women need someone to clean up the mess they make."
"you're the one who made me a mess. is that my responsibility?"
satoru froze. he watched the way your eyes narrowed when you looked at him, defensive and fierce.
a slow grin spread across across his face.
"fuck, you're good." he breathed out, his voice rough with amusement. "technically.. no. it's not your responsibility to clean up after me. but i'm not asking you to take responsibility, baby. i'm telling you i'm taking it."
the humiliating, ego-bruising balm session finally ended. he crawled forward, draping a heavy arm over your waist as he dropped on the bed next to you.
"that's the difference between us," he murmured. his gaze was noticeably softer, tracing the shape of your lips. "you think this is about who's in charge or who owes what. but when i fuck you, i ruin you. the mess, the soreness, the way you can't even stand tomorrow? thats all mine. and since it's mine, i'm going to be the one to fix it."
right.
the tight knot of embarrassment in your stomach was replaced by the soft flutter of butterflies. despite how obnoxious this man could be, he always had a way to remind you that he wasn't as irresponsible as he displayed.
with you, he had the chance to strip away all the armor he wore to protect the parts of him that stayed reserved strictly for you.
vulnerability was so often viewed as a weakness. but watching him rest his head against your shoulder, you wondered if it was actually the absolute purest way to love someone.
"then have me," you whispered, feeling the heaviness of sleep pull you under. "have all of me."
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the dialogue def might be the strongest part of my piece. after multiple daydreaming sessions in my life and creating fake conversations, it led up to this.
im pretty upset about how predictable my sentence structures are. im going to need to read a lot more🥹🥹
clark kisses his wife’s pussy every morning before leaving for work and says he’ll be back to take care of her soon and make her feel spoiled and so taken care of 🐱
SUKUNA HAD you currently on your hands and knees, his hands holding firmly onto your waist, red marks forming under his fingertips. His hips smacked against your ass with each of his deep thrusts. Your whole body jerking forward each time.
Tears rolls down your face, not because it hurt but because it felt so good. You had always been a little shy in bed with Sukuna but tonight was different, you had been so desperate for him all day you couldn’t hide how much you needed him.
“Harder..” you whined, he slaps your ass hard, leaving a red mark blooming on your skin. “Yeah? You want to be fucked like a slut?” You could only moan in response.
He grabs a handful of your hair, tugging your head back, you back arching further. “What’s the magic word?” He taunted with a smug smirk on his face, but he had never expected his innocent girl to be begging to be fucked harder.
“P-please.” You choked out and he harshly lets go of your hair only to push your face into the pillows to hit at a deeper angle. He pulled his cock out almost all the way, till only the tip was in before slamming back into you. A broken moan escaping your lips, your fingers gripping the sheets beneath you, your tears staining the pillows.
“You like that, hm?” His cock hitting your cervix over and over again, hitting the perfect spots deep inside you. “Fuck, yes..” you moan out. A grin spreading across his face, he loved seeing this side of you that he had never experienced before.
He grabs your throat, pulling your head back up, squeezing it tight enough for you to feel it. Your breaths coming out uneven. “Such a fucking whore.”
His words make your walls flutter around his cock, feeling yourself get closer, and he felt it too. “You close?” He slows down his thrust purposely, pausing your upcoming orgasm. You whimper from the sudden slow movements, desperate to finish.
You try move back on him but his hand moves off your throat and to your ass, spanking it again as a warning, the slap echoing through the room. “Beg for it, doll.”
“Please,” you say desperately, tears falling down your face, his thrust slowly picking up the pace. “Please what?” He slaps your ass once again, harder than last time.
“Please.. please fuck me.” You sob out, a satisfied smirk tugging on his lips. His hand runs over your ass where he slapped it, soothing it over. “Good girl, that wasn’t so hard, hm?”
He returns back to pounding deep into you but not slowing down this time as your orgasm builds back up. Your breaths ragged as your body trembled, your walls clamping down around his cock making him curse under his breath.
His hand moves to find your clit, rubbing it quickly, dragging out your orgasm. Pleasure rushing through your body, a moan teared from your throat as the feeling of his cock pounding deep inside you and with his fingers on your clit at the same time your body was overwhelmed with pleasure.
The thrust soon become erratic as his own orgasm creeps up on him, his grip on your hips painful as he buried himself deep inside you, filling you up with his release, a deep groan slips past his lips.
He keeps his cock inside you as it starts to soften before eventually pulling out, your body collapsing against the bed. He chuckles lowly, patting your ass. “Didn’t think you could be such a slut.”
Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd; Tim Drake, Wally West
Contents: fem!reader, suggestive, established relationship, implied nudity, texting
Dick Grayson
You two often send stupid selfies to each other as a one time view.
So he inst surprised when he gets one at a random time during the day. He opens it, not expecting to see your tits on full display.
He immediately turns off his phone.
Takes a second to breath, and excuses himself from wherever he is at the moment.
When he finds a private space somewhere, he sends you a pic of his shirt rolled up, abs showing and part of his grin showing in the corner of the photo.
Jason Todd
When he gets a text from you, asking if he´s alone, he´s imediatly on high alert, thinking something happened to you.
So when he answers with "yes" and you send him a pic as one time view, hes confused.
He opens it, obviously, and is really thankful that hes not driving right now. Hes literally gawking at how your naked body is positioned in the picture.
He texts you a quick "be there in ten" before swinging back onto his bike and making his, very uncomfortable, way back home.
Tim Drake
You've been sitting inside your apartment the whole day, trying to avoid the burning sun.
At some point, Tim had been convinced by you to go out to get you some ice cream. He´d been out for all of five minutes, before he gets a notification on his phone.
He opens the photo and almost chokes on nothing at you tits out on the sofa.
The message after the photo reads: "don´t forget the ice cream"
Wally West
Before leaving to hang out with his friends, he promised you he wouldn't come home late.
Well, now it was past midnight already.
While talking to a friend, Wally gets a notification.
Without thinking to much about it, he opens it and immediately fezzes. It was a pic of you touching yourself. He almost drops the phone, his ears turning bright red.
He hears snickering behind him.
"Uh... I gotta go."
Before anyone can ask another question, he's gone. Wally has never made it home faster.
help teach your friend how to take this big brown cock teach how how to turn her brain off and be a good gooned out little whore. Force her to take every throbbing inch of daddy’s big cock whiles she’s choking and gagging gasping for air
