SATORU’S HEAD falls back against the pillows, his glasses slipping down his nose, but he was way to focused on you right now to fix them.
His hands grip your hips tightly, his eyes fixated on the way your body moved on his cock. “Feels so good..” he muttered, you roll your hips as he thrusted up into you, your hands braced on his chest.
One hand moves up, cupping your breast, squeezing it gently, watching them move with each thrust. He sits up, his lips latching onto your nipple, running his tongue over it, glancing up at you through the top of his glasses.
Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling gently, your head tipped back, your moans filling the room. “Fuck.. im gonna..” your breath hitched, your walls clamping around him as he thrusted into you.
Your body shuddering against his, as you reached your climax, your nails digging into his shoulders hard enough to leave red marks beneath your touch. He keeps up his movements, drawing out your orgasm, moans continually falling from your lips. Your head drops to his shoulder as he continued pounding up into you, reaching his own orgasm.
He falls back against the pillows again, his eyes squeezing shut behind his glasses as his thrusts became more uncontrolled. A deep groan strained from his throat as he kept himself deep inside of you, filling you with his release.
His cock starts to soften inside you before he pulls it out, your body collapses against his chest. His arms immediately wrapping around you, placing a kiss on your head. “You did so good..” he breathed out, running his fingers through your hair soothingly.
your boyfriend, gojo satoru, finds you having a wet dream.
warnings/tags: mdni, f!reader, cursing, dating, consensual, sexual themes, suggestive, dirty talk, pet names, smutttt, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it hoe), sleep sex, creampie.
a/n: i had the biggest writers block of my life and died. but im back and was in the mood to whip smth for my tumblr ho's. I post everyday on tiktok so check me out if you haven't. i write a lot more on there and there’s a good variety. anyway, short little fic for you all. mwa !
after long ridiculous hours at work, you basically pass out the second you get home around six in the morning. laying on the sofa with your phone playing a video on loop.
"baby!" gojo opens the door, holding his arms out wide, waiting for you to greet him like you always did when he was away.
he looked to his left and saw your shoes on the rack, so you had to be home.
"babyyy?" he calls out, hearing a small noise come from the living room.
he walks over and sees you phone slipping from your hand.
"oh my." he whispers, turning it off and placing it on the coffee table. "my poor overworked girl." he clicks his tongue.
he notices your thighs rubbing together, small tiny whines escaping your lips.
“oh?” he smirks, kneeling down until he’s at eye level. “you dreamin something dirty?” he laughs, hands grazing your ass.
“mmngh- satoru…” you murmur.
the tent in his pants becomes even more obvious—cock straining against the fabric.
“how sweet.” he gnaws at his bottom lip.
he gets on top on you, putting his hands on either side of you. “pretty little thing.” he lifts your shirt up, revealing your perky tits.
he cups your puffy tits, thumb circling your nipple.
“wake up, baby.” he whispers, hot breath on your neck.
you whimper, turning your head to the side.
he trails down your body, lips wrapping around your bud—sweetly sucking.
his hand travels down your shorts, feeling the wet spot on your panties. “c’mon.” his jaw tightens, cheeks hollowing as he sucks harder. “wake up, baby girl.” he whines.
your hips jerk up, “ngh…”
“you tease me even in your sleep.” he groans, pulling your shorts down. “look at that pretty pussy.” he cooes, pushing your panties to the side.
he unbuttons his pants, taking everything off and throwing it somewhere on the floor. cock springing out and bouncing off his abs.
he slaps his hard cock against your wet cunt, “shit-“ he hisses.
he aligns the tip to your entrance, slowly penetrating your slit.
your hole gapes, swallowing his thick cock and tightening around his base.
“such a good girl.” he grunts, snapping his hips against yours—rough, hard, and desperate.
“wake up.” he places his thumb on your clit, rubbing with just enough pressure to make your squirm. “i want to fucking hear you.”
your eyelids twitch, eyes slowly opening while he fucks you like a whore.
he pounds into you even harder, cock kissing your cervix. “y/n.” he moans. “look at me.” he grabs your face, gaze meeting yours.
you blink, “satoru-“ you yelp, feeling your pussy stretched around him.
“good morning.” he laughs, pupils blown wide as he continues to thrust into you.
“oh my god-“ your back arches off the sofa, eyes rolling back.
“no- no. look at me, baby.” he bites the inside of his cheeks, hand tightening around your face as he forces you to look at him.
your hole flutters around him, “h-harder.” you stammer.
hearing that, gojo pumps his cock into you—abusing your small pussy.
your hole clenches around him, pulsating as hot cum spills out of your cunt.
“fuck.” he groans, cock sinking inside you with a brutal thrust, hot ropes flooding your pussy.
“were you dreamin of me?” he tilts his head, pressing kisses all over your face.
“yeah.” you let out a breathless laugh, “you’re an incubus in my dreams.”
“really?” he raises his brows, “who fucks you better?”
“hm.” you hum, fingers brushing through his white hair. “i need to do a few more test runs…to get a fair answer.”
“oh yeah?” he flips you over on your stomach, “arch your back, sweetheart. we’ll be here all day until you only know my name.”
You were on your knees, looking up to meet your boyfriend’s gaze. Red eyes fully blown out, hair messier than you’d ever seen it, strands sticking to his forehead with sweat. His brows were scrunched together in a fevered, feral expression, lips parted to let out a low, muffled groan. Everything was hazy– too fucking hazy– and it took you a second to realize he was saying something.
Something along the lines of calling you a good girl.
And a good fucking girl you were indeed. Mouth stuffed full of his cock, you were sucking him off like a champ, taking every thick inch he shoved down your throat. You could barely breathe, barely fit all of him, mascara-stained tears streaming down your cheeks while your hand rubbed frantic, desperate circles over your clit. Oh you looked nasty alright.
Sylus fisted a handful of hair at the base of your head and pressed you all the way down his length until you gagged around him. Almost instantly, he filled your mouth up, the salty, warm taste of him overflowing your tongue as you swallowed every drop down your throat.
And then you woke up.
You blinked once. Twice. Chest heaving, you found yourself tangled in your bedsheets, an unmistakable wet patch soaking straight through your underwear. Christ. Some dream that was. It was the first time something like that had happened, and it was everything you were too shy to ever ask from Sylus, who had never gone beyond breathless kisses and innocent cuddles with you.
Obviously, Sylus was walking sex. The fact that he was your boyfriend meant you were constantly riled up, twitchy, and practically leaking just being in the same room as him. His incessant teasing didn't help either. The further your relationship progressed, the harder it became to ignore the growing ache you were beginning to feel. That ache right in your pussy, something only he could truly cure.
But since you were too much of a coward to do anything about it, you were going to have to fix it yourself. Sighing, you sunk back into your mattress, a hand trailing inside your underwear before you could stop it. Biting your lip, your fingers recreated the same circles on your clit you felt not too long ago.
“Fuck... Sy”
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Meanwhile, at his base, Sylus was having a hard time of his own.
His features were flushed and restless in sleep, breathing coming in low, ragged hitches. His hips unconsciously bucked upward, chasing the phantom mouth he was seeing in his mind.
After a beat, his eyes shot open, lips immediately curling up into a smile.
Sylus wasn't unaware of the connection he had with your dreams, knowing it had something to do with your soul-tie. You, being oblivious as ever, never seemed to question his convenient calls or appearances whenever you had a nightmare.
But the reason only he knew, and that was because he could see through most of your dreams, especially the ones you had particularly strong feelings for, the intensity of his visions spiking with your emotions . But this one... this one was the most vivid yet.
In fact, he had the front fucking seat to the show.
Sitting upright on his bed, the sheets falling off his bare torso, he looked down to see a certain problem saying hello. He’s gonna have to take care of that now.
Yet he couldn't help the twinge of amusement settling in his chest. Beneath all that shy, sweet hesitation you carried during the day, his kitten clearly had a filthy little mind.
He wasn't going to let you in on his little window into your head just yet, though. He wanted to have his fun for just a bit longer.
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The following weeks were absolute torment for you.
It was harder to face Sylus than you thought, your mind conjuring up the images of your dream at the most inconvenient times possible. Like that time when he had you curled up in his lap, hand stroking your hair, innocent enough for a normal person.
Yet in your depravity, all you could think about was how those same hands felt tightening their grip in your hair instead, using your mouth to relieve his cock.
Or that time when he called you a good girl for finishing a task you’d been putting off for days. The knowing smile on his face when he did that made your heart leap into your throat, the all-too-familiar feeling of having all your secrets laid bare for him before you learned how to resist his Aether Core.
But you rationalized it, of course. Chalking it up to him being his usual smug self, deliberately pushing your buttons to watch you squirm. And it fucking worked. The dreams became a nightly occurrence, each one bolder, nastier, and more obscene than the last.
And somehow, Sylus kept saying and doing things that felt eerily close to what happened in them, subtle enough to pass for coincidence, but specific enough to make you think he knew more than he let on.
The universe was playing a sick joke on you.
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You were at the Onychinus base for date night, but Sylus was running late. Some dispute with his subordinates had dragged him away, and his last text claimed he wouldn't be back for another hour.
Walking over to the couch to wait for him, you plopped down on your back, stretching your legs over the leather that still smelled faintly of him. A shudder ran down your spine, and that persistent throb returned between your thighs. Letting out a shaky breath, you pulled a throw blanket over yourself, trying to fight it off.
It was ridiculous. You couldn't go a single day without touching yourself; you were acting like a bitch in heat.
You picked up your phone, swiping the lockscreen to reread Sylus’s text over and over again like that would summon him immediately. Holding your flushed bottom lip between your teeth, you could feel your degeneracy catching up to you.
Yup. You were gonna fuck yourself right on his couch.
Your arousal had you more than prepped already, your pussy ruining your fourth pair of underwear today with how much it had dripped. So you wasted no time shoving two fingers inside, rubbing against your wet walls impatiently as your thighs clamped shut around your hand. You tried to imagine his fingers instead of your own– longer, thicker, reaching all the spots you couldn't reach yourself. That was what those hands were made for anyway, a much better use than whatever work Sylus usually occupied them with.
Before you knew it, you were cumming with a stifled cry of his name. Panting, you pulled your sticky fingers out, exhaustion suddenly crashing over you. You realised you still had plenty of time to nap before he got back, and you drifted off almost instantly.
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Sylus was mid-interrogation when it happened.
He stood towering over the trembling man collapsed at his feet, sleeves rolled up to his forearms as the red tendrils of his Evol danced around his knuckles. He raised his hand, about to land another blow, before he felt all the air yanked from his lungs. His Aether eye flared a dangerous, searing crimson.
He lost sight of the dark basement, replaced by an intoxicating sensory overload. The details were blurry around the edges before he realized he was pulled into your dreamspace yet again.
You were both standing at a balcony, him fucking you from behind, your bare tits exposed to the cool night air as your hands scrambled for purchase on the railing. He had his fingers shoved into your mouth to muffle your moans, his hips slamming rhythmically against yours, the nasty feat visible to whoever that wanted to see it.
“Mmmphf Sy–”
He pushed his fingers deeper, clamping your tongue down as he bit the shell of your ear.
“Shh. Dirty fucking girl. You want someone out there to see us like this, don’t you, sweetie?”
Even as he watched it all unfold through his own eyes, his body moved on autopilot, driven to act out the lewd scenario playing out in your mind, feeling the throb of his dick in your tight walls far too realistically for comfort.
Sylus blinked back into reality, head dipping to the side to shake off the lingering effects of the vision, a smirk pulling at his lips.
Shame he didn't get to see it all the way.
Leaving the terrified man spared for another day, Sylus headed straight for his car. He had always prided himself on his patience, but after days of these non-stop visions, he was dangerously close to his limit.
It was the same almost every night, you brazenly fucking him in your sleep, dangling the sweet treat right in front of him before he eventually woke up to his cock twitching and begging for your real pussy instead.
By the time he reached his base and stepped into the living room, he found you passed out on the couch, no doubt still dreaming of impaling yourself on his dick.
Stepping over, he crouched down, watching your chest rise and fall with the occasional hitched breath. Taking your hand in his, he noticed the slick still coating your fingers, and his eyes dilated.
Poor thing, having to take care of herself all alone. He tutted softly. If only you would ask for what you wanted, use him the way you so graciously showed him every night. God, he hoped you’d break soon, or he was going to give in first and have his way with you.
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It all came to a head on a random weekend. It was past midnight, and both of you were dozing off in his bed. Your back was pressed against Sylus’s chest, spooned up with his arm wrapped around your waist. You looked so content, soft snores escaping your lips as you drifted through a restful sleep.
But your mind– ever the gluttonous cock fiend– wouldn’t let either of you rest for long.
Face down, ass up. That was how he had you.
“Just like that, sweetie. Come on, take it all the way in—fuck, there we go.”
Your lips parted with a silent sigh, your thighs squeezing together around his leg. Sylus’s eyebrows furrowed in his sleep, his fingers twitching against your stomach.
“Sy, slow down, too big—”
He slammed harshly all the way into your womb.
His actual hips jerked in response, the hardening length of his cock outlining itself clearly through his sweatpants.
“Ah ah ah, don't run away from me sweety–”
He dragged your hips back to meet his thrust this time.
His grip tightened on your waist, subconsciously tugging your actual body back toward him.
“Fucking gorgeous, so tight. This is my cunt, isn’t it? Mine.”
He held your hips with bruising force, ramming into that delicious spot that had you drooling into the sheets.
Still asleep, Sylus managed to drag you completely flush against him, pinning your ass to his lap. A low groan escaped his chest at the contact as his dick nudged directly against your clothed cunt.
And it must've known it was close to home, 'cause it seemed to throb and twitch more eagerly.
“Shit– keep fucking back on me like that. Use my cock sweetie.”
He slowed down as you rutted back into him, chasing your own high.
And your hips rolled back instinctively, pressing your hole against his tip, seeking out the stretch of him even in your unconscious state.
Sylus was losing his resolve, taking back the reins as he desperately bullied his cock through your walls once more. He wrapped an arm around the back of your neck, using that grip to hold you in place.
And he was getting bolder in reality too, his hand pinning you down on his dick, grinding and dry humping you through your shorts.
“Sy ‘m gonna come, fuck im gonna come please–”
And you came outside of the dream too- Your pussy clamped down hard, soaking through all your layers and pulsing wildly against the thick length shoved flush between your thighs, soaking him too in the process.
Sylus snapped out of the trance with a flinch, his eyes shooting open as a ragged groan spilled from his lips. Were you just… sleep fucking? What a mess, all without so much as undressing each other.
Sylus held onto you tighter– not the sleepy, sluggish movements from earlier, but his full grip coming into effect instead. He dipped his head into the curve of your shoulder.
“Fuck. wake up, please. Please” he huffed, unsure of what he would do to himself if he didn't go balls deep in you right fucking now.
Boom shakalaka bitches
couldnt take myself seriously while writing this so uhhh not sure if yall want a part 2, but lmks :>
Satoru Gojo has one very unfair advantage when it comes to your blindfold kink: his fucking Six Eyes.
“I want to blindfold you.”
Satoru paused mid-stretch.
“…You do realize,” he said slowly, voice dripping with amusement, “that I’m already wearing one, right?”
You groaned into the pillow.
“That’s the problem, Satoru! I want to be the one putting it on you. I want the control. I want you not being able to see because of me.”
“Aww. Is my poor little baby frustrated?” He rolled onto his side. “You finally get the strongest sorcerer in your bed and the one kink you can’t scratch is ‘take away his vision.’ because is physically incompatible with his stupid powers. Tragic”
You smacked his naked chest. “Shut up. It’s not funny.” Then you sat up, frustrated. “And the worst part is, even if I put one on you, it wouldn’t even work. You’d still be able to see everything. It’d be completely pointless.”
Satoru went still. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth before he reached up and slowly tugged his own blindfold down until it rested around his neck. “There,” he said softly.
You stared at him, waiting for the usual teasing. Instead, he leaned in closer, voice dropping into something quieter.
“…You’re right, I would still see” he said “But you still want to do it anyway, don’t you?”
“…Yeah.”
A small, crooked smile tugged at his lips.
“Then put it on me.”
You blinked. “But you’ll still—”
“I know.” He caught your wrist gently and guided your hand toward the black fabric on his neck. “I’ll still see every single thing. But I’ll let you put it on me anyway. And I’ll keep my hands right here—” he flattened them on the mattress beside him, dramatic and obedient, “—until you say otherwise.”
You narrowed your eyes.
“Even if it’s useless… you still get to cover my eyes. You still get to pretend. And I’ll play along for as long as you want. Limited-time offer for very pouty frustrated girlfriends only.”
You stared at him for a long second. Then you climbed into his lap, grabbed the blindfold from around his neck, and carefully slid it back up over his eyes.
“…There,” you said, proud. “Blindfolded by me.”
His head tilted slightly toward the sound of your voice. Even though you both knew perfectly well he could still see everything.
“Mmh. Helpless,” he murmured, voice warm with amusement. “Completely at your mercy. Totally vulnerable. Please be gentle with me.”
“You’re such a liar.”
“It’s actually called roleplay.”
You hummed. Then, completely deadpan:
“Next time, you’ll be roleplaying with a gag in your mouth.” you said casually.
Satoru’s smile vanished.
“…Wait. What?”
You blinked innocently.
“What?”
“I—” He paused, visibly recalculating. “You have a gag fantasy too?”
“It just occurred to me.” She shrugged. “You don’t have the Six Mouths power, so that one should actually work.”
“…The what?”
“The Six Mouths.”
“That’s not a thing.”
“Well, you have Six Eyes.”
“That is not how powers work.”
“I just know that next time we’re skipping the eyes and going straight for the mouth. Period.”
You leaned in and started kissing his neck, and all Satoru could think was—
Why the fuck am I actually wondering how Six Mouths would work?
tired of toji always being the top, so you decide to finally take charge
⟢
he was a top. every. damn. time.
no matter how many times you’ve begged to get on him even once, he’d refuse and end up beating you to it. you didn’t know why he resented the idea of getting dominated.
well you decided to find that out tonight.
per usual, he thought it was gonna be a normal night—clothes off, a heated makeout session, then a slow shift to the sex you both craved... with him on top.
the lights were dimmed down, the sheets were mixed with the scent of musky skin, and you sat on his lap with your knees placed on either side of his hips. the world was narrowed down to only the two of you in the heat of the moment.
both of your lips crashed against each other in a frantic, almost brutal pace like he was trying to consume you whole instead of kiss you. a string of groans and tiny, accidental whimpers slipped from his throat as he reveled the feeling of your lips against his. but your mind was only stuck to one thing—stay in this position and dont screw it up.
your mind had grown familiar to the way his large hands tightened on your hips before flipping you beneath him. as your lips attacked his in equal fervor, your mind stayed alert to his grip, tracking the way his calloused fingers dug into your hips. it was hard to tell if he was tightening them or not from his brutal grip.
just as he deepened his hold on you, you added extra pressure on his hips to keep him pinned down in the position you wanted. a tiny grunt escaped his throat as confusion clashed with the arousal in his eyes. he frowned like he didn't understand.
"hey, what are you.." but before he could register what was going on, you were already sinking down on his above-average cock. not only was it long, it was thick enough to stretch you out to your full limit with veins trailing down the sides. it was something he was fully aware of, but he knew how to keep quiet about it. watching the expressions on girls' faces was priceless when they get face to face with his cock, but you? you've sort of grown accustomed to it..since you got it almost every night.
you could admit it was easier to be on the bottom when it was time to put it in.
his hands remained on your hips, hesitating whether to push you off or pull you closer. "wait, wait, wait-", the change on his face was noticeable. something uneasy..maybe frightened? though it was masked by the horniness that seemed to spread all over him.
"shh, just..fuck..just trust me.", you muttered out as you struggled to get halfway down. he looked as if he didn't know whether to tease you about your struggling or panic that you're currently on top of him. it was beautiful, truly.
once you finally sat down fully on his cock, a deep, guttural groan tore from his throat. but it lacked the fire and presented slight vulnerability. you paused for a moment as you took in the unfamiliar expression written all over him, but you couldn't help the way your walls begged to be rubbed by him.
those groans slowly morphed into whimpers and incoherent whines when your hips started to move a steady pace—not punishing, but enough to make his head spin. suddenly the straight lines on the wall began to wiggle and swim across his peripheral vision because you were all he could see right now. he couldn't afford to waste this sight of you despite how blurry you looked in his eyes.
your red, velvety walls squelched loud—loud enough that it echoed and bounced off the walls till it was all he heard. he wished he could record all of the noises that came out of you and play it on repeat over and over til no music could hit his ears the right way anymore.
but god, the feeling of you. it was like his cock was made exactly for you, wrapping around him in the right and worst way possible.
the sounds, the sensation, the sight of you—its was too much for him, fuckkk, too much too much-
you were just as far gone as he was. you didn't realize it until you felt his muscular arms pull you flush against him his chest. it was as if you were the only solid thing he could cling onto. you didnt realize the sobs he let out—the tears that were soaking the crook of your neck for however long youve been pounding on him.
he wanted to push you away so bad. every bone in his body begged him to stop this. to hide the tears that were considered weak and submissive. but at the same time, he was so lost in the feeling of you. he wanted you closer and closer..
he clung onto you impossibly tighter, nails digging into the soft skin of your torso that will definitely leave dark bruises the next day. the heat of it all was completely ruining..or maybe amplifying your senses. because you didnt notice that the slurred, sloppy whines that he's been letting out were desperate pleas.
"please! just..mghh fuck- wait, wait, wait! please listen to-," his entire body went rigid when his climax hit him like a tidal wave. a choked gasp escaped his lips, hips bucking up violently as the thick, white ropes of his cum painted your walls. the warm liquid spilled uncontrollably, the absurdity fading in a noticeable, crimson color up his face. even he didn't know he could cum that much.
the arms that had been holding onto you so tight finally went limp on his sides. the relief felt like heavy chains freeing you after being held captive. but were you the one being held captive? when you got the chance to pull away, he looked wrecked. extremely, utterly wrecked. it was the most beautiful sight youve ever seen—his dark hair clinging onto his forehead, his chest rising and falling with every heavy heave, his sweat acting as a second skin...and the tears that were spilling out of his eyes.
his bottom lip was popped out too.
"wait. shit, toji, i didn't mean to-," you couldn't even finish your sentence before he was already anchoring himself back onto you. he replied with a soft, tiny whimper that he would kill if anyone else heard. he kept his face pinned in the crook of your neck, hiding the pure embarrassment and acknowledgement about how you successfully turned him into a complete mess. every piece of armor was torn away from him just by the your determination and curiosity.
once his breathing finally started to steady, he looked up at you with those glossy eyes that made your chest ache.
streamer byf ! satoru is the type to keep the facecam on while you’re bent over the desk in front of him, one hand on your hip and the other clicking through chat donations like it’s just another Tuesday. “Yeah I’ll do the ranked climb later,” he says into the mic, voice completely even, then leans forward and pushes into you slow and deep. He mutes for two seconds, mutters “fuck, clamp down like that again,” then unmutes and answers a sub question about his sensitivity settings while his hips keep rolling.
streamer byf ! satoru is the type to make you sit on his face during the loading screens, tongue working slow and deliberate while the queue timer ticks down. Every time the match is about to start he lifts you off just enough to say “one more, don’t come yet,” then goes right back to licking into you like he’s got all the time in the world. When the game finally loads he sets you back in his lap, still dripping, and starts playing with one hand while the other stays between your legs, fingers sliding in and out in time with the fights.
streamer byf ! satoru is the type to edge you for an entire three-hour stream, never letting you finish. He keeps a toy inside you on the lowest setting the whole time, remote in his pocket, and every time chat donates he turns it up for a few seconds just to watch you shift in the chair next to him. “You good?” he asks casually. You nod too fast and he smirks, turns the vibe higher, and goes back to explaining the new update like nothing’s happening.
streamer byf ! satoru is the type to let you give him head under the desk during collabs, completely straight-faced while he talks to other streamers on Discord. His hand stays in your hair the whole time, guiding you slow, and every time someone asks him a question he answers clearly even as your throat tightens around him. When the call ends he looks down, thumb brushing your bottom lip, and says “swallow,” quiet and calm, with a slight smirk.
streamer byf ! satoru is the type to record a private video just for the two of you after a long stream, camera still rolling while he bends you over the same chair. He talks the whole time in that same low voice, telling you exactly how wet you are, how good you take it, how chat would lose their minds if they could see. “Look at the camera,” he says, gripping your hair and tilting your face up. “Wanna see later how pretty you look when you’re full.”
streamer byf ! satoru is the type to make you edge yourself on camera while he plays, just out of frame. He tells you the rules in that same calm voice he uses for tutorials: “Fingers only. No coming until I say.” Every time you get close he glances over, shakes his head once, and you have to stop. Chat keeps asking why he keeps looking to the side. He just smirks and says “checking something,” then turns the sensitivity of the toy up another notch without ever taking his eyes off the game for long.
᭡ kali’s notes ⸻ Guys I’m obsessed with him in this kind of AU... I wish he were real..anyway hope y’all enjoyed it ??mwahh !
𝓒𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 · 𝟏𝟖+ 𝒎𝒅𝒏𝒊 · ꒰ 𝒇. 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ⋮ improper use of his cursed technique ( 𝒔𝒊𝒙 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 ) ⋮ p in v ⋮ 𝒙 - 𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 sex ⋮ cervix kissing ⋮ c-pied ⋮ cum play ⋮ 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 toru ⋮ 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍 f. rec ⋮ cum eating ⋮ fingering ⋮ stuffing it back in ⋮ kissing꒱
The air hung thick with summer heat. Windows stood cracked open yet offered no relief from the slick, trapped warmth between your bodies. Below, the hum of Tokyo nightlife pulsed faintly, but up here in Gojo's apartment, time felt suspended. You straddled him lazily on the couch. His shirt hung half-open. Yours lay discarded behind a cushion. His hands rested possessively on your hips. Long fingers dragged with deliberate slowness over the sweat-glistened curve of your waist while he remained buried to the hilt inside you.
He made no effort to thrust. Not yet. He simply held you there, impossibly full, stretched wide around the thick length of his cock. Your tight heat enveloped him completely, every inner ripple and flutter drawing him deeper.
“You really don’t get how my technique works, do you?” he murmured. His voice came out rough, laced with dark amusement. One hand slid upward along your spine with torturous patience. “You think it’s just space… barriers… touch.” His palm curved around your throat. He applied no pressure, only the warm weight of possession. “But it’s more than that.”
You blinked up at him. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, still winded from the slow, grinding rhythm that had led to this exquisite stillness. “Gojo…”
He smirked. Six Eyes shimmered faintly in the dimness. “No, baby. Listen.” His grip on your hips tightened. He rolled upward in one deep, deliberate motion. You gasped at the sudden pressure blooming inside.
“I see everything,” he murmured, voice dropping lower. His gaze locked with yours and refused to waver. “Your skin, your heartbeat, the way you clench around me when I say shit like this.” His thumb traced the delicate line of your cheek before drifting downward to press lightly over your lower stomach. “I can see all the way inside. Every twitch, every little flutter around my cock. I see how deep I reach… and how badly you want it.”
Your breath caught sharply in your throat.
“You don’t understand it. You feel full…” He leaned closer until his lips brushed yours. “…but I see how tight you really are. How hard your body works to keep me inside. You’re trying so hard not to push me out, aren’t you?”
You squirmed. The slightest shift only reminded you how thoroughly he filled you. The stretch burned sweetly. The heat pulsed. The overwhelming fullness made your head spin in the most intoxicating way. Gojo’s smile widened. He read every flicker of sensation across your face as though it were written in light.
“You think I don’t notice how your pussy tries to keep all of it? Like it wants the cum to stay. Like it’s trying to breed.” His voice sank into something filthy and deliberate. “I see that too.”
One hand slid down between your legs, middle finger slipping lower until he touched the mess leaking out around him. He brought it up to his lips and sucked it off casually, then sighed with a grin.
“Messy,” he whispered. His fingers returned to trace lazy patterns over your swollen folds. “But not enough. You’re not leaking the way I want you to yet. Guess I’ll have to fill you again… and watch this time.”
The Six Eyes flared brighter, and your entire body tensed in instinctive response.
“Let me show you what it really means to be seen.”
You had no chance to reply. He leaned back against the cushions and pulled you with him. His hips pressed flush to yours. Your walls remained locked tight around every rigid inch of him. Broad hands spread across your thighs. Thumbs dug in with gentle insistence while those glowing blue eyes drank you in.
“I’m not pulling out,” he muttered. The words carried absolute certainty. “Not tonight. Not after what I just saw.”
A violent shiver raced through you.
With torturous patience he began to roll his hips again, deep, smooth strokes never once left your body. They simply rearranged the molten heat already inside you. Leftover release shifted, thick and heavy, pushed even deeper with every measured thrust.
His gaze remained fixed on your stomach. Long fingers dragged upward until his palm settled low, pressing just above your pelvis. “You’re so tight… I can feel how full you are just under my hand.” Reverence softened his tone to a hushed whisper. “Still holding it all in. Still clenching. God, you don’t know how beautiful that is.”
You whined. The sound broke free when he angled himself higher, nudging against that perfect place inside until your lungs seized.
He watched your expression shatter. “You don’t even realize what you’re doing to me. You’re making it impossible to stop. That greedy little cunt of yours just sucks it all in, like it knows what I want. You want me to fill your womb? To stuff you until it can’t take anymore?”
Words failed you. His filthy promises melted straight through your core and set every nerve ablaze.
Gojo licked his lips. Then he lifted you slightly and held you suspended. His cock gave a hard twitch inside your fluttering walls. He tilted his head. Those piercing blue eyes narrowed with feral intensity.
“Stay still.” Slowly, so slowly, he began to pull out.
He leaned forward. His focus zeroed between your spread thighs with terrifying precision.
“I can see it,” he breathed. “Still in there. So deep. Your body’s trying to keep it. My cum— my cum, is sitting right where I left it. Warm and thick and just waiting to breed you.”
A genuine moan tore from his throat. The sound vibrated through your bones.
“Fuck. I could come again just from watching it stay.”
Careful fingers parted your folds. He spread you open and studied the slow, rhythmic pulse of your entrance still clinging desperately to his release. He rubbed his thumb slowly over your swollen folds, tracing the slick, sensitive rim with deliberate care. A single thick drop of his cum attempted to escape, glistening and heavy as it began to slide free. But your muscles clenched instinctively, pulling tight around nothing, drawing the warm bead back inside with greedy, desperate insistence— like your body refused to surrender even a single drop of what he had given you.
Gojo’s breath caught at the sight. His thumb lingered, pressing just enough to feel the subtle flutter of resistance beneath your skin, the way your entrance trembled and gripped at the air in protest. “Fuck,” he whispered, voice low. “Look at that. Even now, you’re fighting to keep me inside,“You’re holding me so well,” he groaned. “Like you’re made to keep me inside.”
Then his mouth descended.
One long, obscene lick swept across the place where your bodies had fused. He gathered the mingled slick and cum on his tongue and moaned low in his throat, savoring the taste like something holy. Another slow drag followed. Then another. Between each filthy pass he whispered praise against your overworked flesh.
“You taste like heaven when you’re mine.”
Your thighs trembled violently. They locked tight around his shoulders. Gojo refused to relent. His tongue worked you into ruin, lapping, tasting, murmuring depravity with every glide across your stretched, dripping entrance.
And still his cum remained locked deep. Thick pulses of heat throbbed inside your spasming walls with every broken sound you made.
“You think I’m done with you?” His voice emerged wrecked and dripping with hunger. “I’m still hard. Still need you. Still leaking into you.”
He licked his lips. The Six Eyes burned brighter, wild with power and obsession.
“You’re not pushing me out,” he growled. The blunt head of his cock nudged your soaked entrance once more. He began to move with devastating slowness. Deep strokes dragged along every soaked, sensitive inch of your walls. “Not yet. Not until I say so.”
You whimpered and tried to twist away from the unbearable stretch. His hands clamped down harder, pinning your hips in place. He rolled upward with sharper intent.
“Ah— there it is. Right there.” His eyes closed for a moment, lashes fluttered as your walls clamped down in response. “You’re squeezing so tight, like you’re about to cum again, aren’t you?”
You managed only a frantic nod. Your lungs refused to draw full breath. Every muscle wound impossibly tight.
“Good,” he whispered, leaning in to brush soft kisses to your jaw, then the sensitive shell of your ear. “So you’ll milk another load out of me. Let’s see how much your greedy little pussy can really take.”
And he slammed into you.
Not rough in violence, but in obsession. In need. His strokes turned sharp, brutal, wet— the sound of skin against skin and slick squelch of overstimulated friction filled the room. You could feel it building again, the rush, the bloom of something raw and unbearable curling through your core.
Gojo’s mouth found your neck now hot, ragged breaths fanned across your skin.
“You’re gonna cum again, yeah?” he rasped softly. “Then I’ll fill you again and push it in deep and watch it all try to stay. You’ll be dripping for me until morning, sweetheart.”
Your body convulsed around him, another shattering orgasm tore through you. His name spilled from your lips in a broken, desperate cry.
Gojo followed with a long, choked groan. He ground impossibly deeper. His cock throbbed violently inside you. Thick pulses of heat flooded your core, warm and endless. Your walls milked him greedily, drawing out every last drop.
And when it threatened to spill?
He pushed in even deeper and whispered against your ear, “Not yet. Keep it. You’re not done.”
Time stretched thin and syrupy.
His breathless groans still echoed in your ears. Your exhausted cries lingered in the humid air. The relentless stretch and exquisite fill left you dizzy. Finally he settled. He never withdrew. He simply held you close.
Your cheek rested against the solid warmth of his shoulder. Your legs trembled in his lap. Sweat and slick heat coated you both. His hand traced slow, soothing patterns along your spine while quiet murmurs spilled from his lips.
“Hey…” He pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. “You okay?”
You nodded weakly, and he smiled against your hair.
“You took me so good,” he said. Tenderness softened his voice now. “Held me through all of it. Kept every drop. Think I’ve ever cum that hard?” A soft chuckle rumbled through his chest and eased the lingering tension inside you.
He still twitched faintly inside your overworked heat, you could feel him and the fullness grew heavier as your body relaxed against his. He shifted slightly, sliding a hand down to rub gentle circles over your lower belly.
“So full…” he murmured. “I can still feel it in you. Still warm. Your body hasn’t let go.”
He tilted your chin upward and kissed you slowly. Soft lips moved with lazy affection. Tongues slid together in unhurried exploration. The sweetness felt almost shocking after so much raw intensity.
“You don’t have to push it out,” he whispered against your mouth. “Let it stay for a while. Let it soak. You deserve to rest, all filled up like this.”
You whimpered into the kiss. He smiled wider.
“Want me to carry you to bed like this? Still inside, still stuffed? Keep you close until morning?”
You nodded again.
He eased you both onto your sides. Strong arms wrapped around you. He never once left your body. Warmth and intimacy enveloped you completely.
In the quiet darkness Gojo whispered one final confession.
“You know, I saw it. Right there inside you. My cum sitting in your tight little cunt like it was meant to stay. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.”
The light filtered through the curtains in soft, golden ribbons, painting lazy shapes across the rumpled sheets. You woke first. A deep, throbbing ache had settled into your hips. Your thighs burned with sweet, lingering exhaustion. Every inch of your skin still flushed fever-hot from the endless night of surrender. Gojo had scarcely moved. His body remained molded to yours from behind. And he was still inside you. Thick and rigid. Unyieldingly hard. Every last drop of his release sealed deep within the fluttering, overstretched grip of your walls.
He exhaled a slow, sleepy breath against the nape of your neck. His lips nuzzled the sensitive skin there, warm and possessive. “Mmm… morning.”
The smallest shift of your hips sent sensation roaring back to life. His cock gave a lazy twitch inside you. The slow, heavy drag reignited every swollen nerve ending. Thick heat sloshed deep in your core, trapped so completely it twisted your stomach into fresh knots of greedy, aching want.
Gojo pressed a lingering kiss to the curve of your shoulder. His voice rolled out low and teasing, velvet wrapped around sin. “Still haven’t pushed me out?”
“No,” you breathed. The word trembled on your tongue. “It won’t come out.”
A pleased hum vibrated through his chest. He shifted behind you with deliberate care. One large hand coaxed your thigh higher, opening you wider to the morning air. His palm glided across the slick skin of your inner thigh before settling just below the soft swell of your lower belly. “I can feel it,” he murmured. Long fingers splayed possessively, pressing lightly. “So full. So warm. You really held onto it, didn’t you?”
His hips rolled forward in one languid, devastating motion. Not to chase pleasure. Simply to savor. The wet squish of his own thick release shifted around the length of him, coating your sensitive walls anew, soaking you even deeper until the fullness bordered on delirious.
Then, quieter now, almost reverent, he whispered against your ear, “Wanna see?”
You nodded. Breath already coming shallow and quick.
He eased back. Only an inch at first. Then two. Immediately a hot, slippery flood bloomed at your entrance. White and creamy, impossibly thick, it began to spill in slow, obscene trails down your slit.
Gojo’s gaze turned molten. He leaned down. Broad hands parted your thighs with something close to worship. “Look at you,” he breathed. Warm lips grazed the trembling skin of your inner thigh. “So creamy, so messy… it’s dripping even though you’re still tight around me.”
Then he kissed your thigh. Then higher still. His tongue flicked out. One long, deliberate stripe gathered the warm spill leaking from your stretched folds. You jolted violently. “Satoru—!”
“Mm,” he moaned against your core. The sound vibrated straight through your overstimulated nerves. “Still tastes like me.”
His tongue returned with slow, filthy devotion. He lapped at the creamy mess, savoring every trace with unhurried hunger. Long fingers gently spread your swollen folds wider so he could inspect every obscene detail: the flushed, puffy rim still trembling, the helpless flutter of your entrance as though it mourned the loss of fullness, the thick white rivulets painting your thighs in glistening streaks.
He teased a single finger in beside the leaking heat. Slid it deep with obscene ease. Your walls immediately clenched around the intrusion, greedy and desperate. He groaned at the tight, sucking grip.
“Still stretched open for me,” he whispered. Voice rough with awe. “Still leaking. And I’m still hard.”
A wicked, filthy grin curved his lips. “You sure you don’t want it again?”
Before you could scrape together an answer he was already guiding himself back. The blunt, swollen head nudged your soaked entrance. He rubbed slow, teasing circles through the warm mess he had made, smearing it everywhere until you glistened. Then he pushed.
“Let’s see if you can keep all of it this time.”
He sank into you slowly, deeply, without mercy. Thick inch after thick inch stretched you open again, claiming every fluttering inch with inevitable, relentless pressure. Your tender walls parted around him with a wet, sucking sound that echoed in the quiet room. The stretch burned sweetly through every overworked nerve. Your body fluttered helplessly, trying to draw him deeper even as your thighs shook from the overwhelming intensity.
“God, you’re tight,” he groaned. The words tore from his throat like prayer. “Like your pussy was made to hold my cum.”
You whimpered when he bottomed out again. Every rigid inch seated perfectly deep. Your walls spasmed around the fresh invasion. His fingers twisted into your hair. Hot mouth found the side of your neck, teeth grazing just enough to make you shiver.
“Don’t cum yet,” he whispered. Breath fanning damp across your skin. “Not until I feel you spill again.”
Then he began to move, slow and unhurried, every motion sinking deep with languid, consuming intent. Each languorous drag of his cock stroked along every swollen, hypersensitive ridge of your inner walls, coaxing shivers from flesh already raw with want. Each measured roll of his hips drove the flushed, swollen head flush against your cervix, pressing there in slow, possessive kisses that claimed the deepest place he had already flooded and marked as his own.
“Feel that?” His voice rasped hot against your ear. “Feel me pressing up there, where it’s supposed to go?”
You choked on a moan as he nudged higher, possessive and unhurried, grinding until the pressure bloomed white-hot behind your eyes.
“I want it all in there this time,” he rasped, voice scraped raw with need. “Just your sweet pussy swallowing it all down.”
The words landed like a brand against your skin. Gojo’s hips stilled for one long, torturous heartbeat— letting you feel the full, throbbing weight of him seated to the root, the flushed head pressed flush to your cervix like a promise carved in heat. Then he moved again, slower than before, every roll of his pelvis so controlled it felt obscene.
He dragged out almost to the tip, letting your walls flutter desperately around the sudden emptiness, only to sink back in with devastating patience. Thick ridges of his cock stroked every swollen inch of you on the way down, spreading you open wider, forcing your body to yield again and again. The head kissed your deepest place with each measured thrust— soft, insistent nudges that made your womb flutter, made your breath hitch into broken little whimpers.
You could feel it building already: the molten pressure low in your belly, the way your cunt clenched greedily around him, trying to pull him impossibly deeper. Slick and his earlier release coated every slide, turning each motion into a wet, filthy glide that echoed softly between your bodies.
Gojo’s hand slipped beneath your stomach again, palm flattening over the subtle bulge his cock created inside you. He pressed down gently— enough to make you gasp, enough to feel the hard ridge of him shift beneath your skin.
“Right here,” he murmured, voice thick and sugared. “I’m gonna flood you so deep you’ll feel me for days. Gonna pump every drop straight into your womb until it’s soaked, until your pretty little cunt can’t hold anything else.”
His rhythm never faltered, each thrust ended with a subtle grind, hips circling so the head rubbed relentlessly against that sensitive ring of muscle, coaxing it to open just a fraction more for him. Your walls spasmed in response, milking him without mercy, and he groaned low against your neck, teeth grazing skin.
“Feel how tight you are around me?” he whispered. “How your body’s begging to keep me? That’s it, baby. Swallow it. Take every fucking pulse. Let me fill you until you’re dripping nothing but me.”
He leaned closer, chest pressed to your back, one arm banding around your waist to hold you flush against him while the other hand stayed low, fingers splaying over your mound. He rocked into you with short, rolling thrusts now— never pulling out far, just grinding deep, stirring his cock against your cervix until pleasure blurred into something almost painful.
You sobbed his name. Legs shaking. Core clenching so hard it hurt in the best way.
“That’s my girl,” he breathed, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Cum for me again. Milk it all out. Let your sweet pussy drink every last drop while I stay buried right here… filling you… claiming you… until there’s nowhere left for it to go but inside.”
His rhythm deepened further. Slower now, and more purposeful. Every roll of his hips ground against that perfect, swollen spot inside you until your moans turned ragged and pleading. His hands slipped beneath your belly. Large palms massaged in firm, slow circles, feeling the subtle bulge of his cock moving beneath your skin with every deep thrust.
“Cum on me,” he whispered. Voice ragged with raw need. “Cum while I fill you again.”
Pleasure coiled unbearably tight in your core. Your body shook with the effort of holding back.
“C’mon, baby. Let go. Show me how you take it.”
His next thrust was deeper, harder, the head kissing your womb with bruising intent— and you broke.
The orgasm ripped through you in violent, shuddering waves. Your walls clamped down hard around his cock. You soaked him completely, trembling, sobbing his name into the sheets. Gojo groaned low and broken behind you. He slammed deep one final time and held himself there, buried to the root. You felt every thick, pulsing surge as he came again. Heat flooded your core. Endless. Overwhelming. Your greedy cunt milked him through every shuddering release until the weight of him inside you felt almost too much to bear.
He stayed buried. Panting hard against your shoulder.
“I’ll check again in a minute,” he murmured. Breath still ragged and hot on your skin. Lazy fingers brushed between your slick, trembling thighs. “But for now… let it soak in, yeah?”
His cock continued to twitch faintly inside your stuffed, fluttering heat. Your thighs still quaked with aftershocks. Your pussy throbbed with exquisite overstimulation, stretched impossibly wide, drenched through, impossibly full of him.
And Gojo did not pull out.
Not even a fraction.
He simply remained there. Heavy and warm and utterly claiming all of your tight heat. His weight settled over your back as his breathing gradually slowed to match yours.
But the morning had only just begun to unfold. Gojo’s hunger had not dimmed in the slightest.
Not when you were still dripping.
Not when your cunt had clenched around his cock like you’d been made to keep it in.
“Shhh,” he whispered, kissing the inside of your thigh as he slowly pulled back, inch by torturous inch, until your stretched entrance fluttered open around nothing. “Just wanna see it again.”
A sticky mess immediately followed. Slick, warm, heavy with his cum, it spilled down your slit in a slow, syrupy trail.
He stared. Completely mesmerized.
Then he brought two fingers up. They slid in with obscene ease, pushing his release back inside as you moaned brokenly.
“You’re gonna waste it,” he scolded gently, pushing deeper. “All this work… and your pussy’s just letting it go?”
Your walls clenched hard around his fingers. He groaned at the greedy grip, slowly fucking them into you, not for pleasure but to stuff every drop back where it belonged. Knuckles curled. He pressed higher until you gasped.
“Still tight,” he murmured. “Even after all night. Still so greedy…”
He pulled his fingers out with agonizing slowness, letting them glide free inch by slick inch until your entrance fluttered open around nothing. The moment they left you, his cum answered— thick, white, and still fever-warm, it welled up from deep inside and began to slip out in a slow, viscous ribbon. The creamy strand stretched between your swollen folds before breaking, trailing down your slit in a heavy, glistening path that painted your inner thighs and soaked into the sheets beneath you.
Gojo watched it all with rapt, predatory focus. His breath hitched audibly at the sight of his own release leaking from your pretty, overworked cunt— proof of how thoroughly he had filled you, how greedily your body had tried to keep every drop locked away until now. The thick white gathered at your entrance, pooling there for one obscene heartbeat before gravity coaxed another lazy bead to slide free, warm and sticky, clinging to your sensitive rim like it didn’t want to leave either.
“Fuck,” he breathed, voice low and wrecked. “Look at that… still so much of me trying to stay inside you.”
Then he pushed his fingers back in.
Deeper. Slower.
Two long digits sank into your soaked heat with filthy ease, parting your tender walls and gathering the escaping cum on their way down. He curled them deliberately, knuckles dragging along that swollen, hypersensitive ridge inside you until he reached the furthest place he had flooded. The wet squelch was loud in the quiet room— obscene and intimate— as he pressed those thick ropes of his release back where they belonged, stuffing them deeper, smearing them along every fluttering inch.
Your cunt clenched hard around the intrusion, greedy and desperate, trying to pull his fingers— and the cum they carried— even further in. Gojo groaned at the tight, sucking grip, hips twitching involuntarily like his cock remembered exactly how good that same greedy clutch felt wrapped around it.
He twisted his wrist just enough to spread you open from the inside, letting you feel the warm, slippery weight of his seed being pushed and stirred deeper still. Another slow pump followed, his fingers sliding out halfway only to plunge back in, slow and possessive, forcing more of the thick cream to coat your walls until you were glistening anew from the inside out.
“Stay,” he murmured against your thigh, lips brushing sweat-slick skin. “Keep it all right here for me. Let your sweet little pussy soak in every drop… let it sit heavy and warm inside you until you’re dripping nothing but me again.”
He pressed his palm flat over your lower belly once more, feeling the subtle give beneath his hand where his cum pooled deep. Then he curled his fingers again pushing one final thick rope back toward your womb with reverent pressure, like he was sealing it there, marking you from the inside until there was no space left that didn’t belong to him.
“Hold it,” he whispered. His voice turned hot and low against your neck as he climbed over you. “C’mon, baby. Keep it in for me.”
His fingers twisted. Spread you just enough to reveal more of the creamy mess inside, the obscene stretch of your cunt around his hand. “God,” he hissed. Lips brushed your ear. “I could stay here all day, watching you twitch around my cum like that.”
You whimpered.
He kissed your cheek. Still so smug.
“Wanna be filled again? Or should I keep using these fingers ’til you leak for me slow?”
You could barely think.
Your body was trembling, thighs slick and twitching, cunt stretched and so full your belly still felt heavy. Gojo’s fingers remained buried deep and slow, not moving to pleasure, just to feel, to press, to keep his release exactly where it belonged.
He leaned back on his heels behind you. Eyes fixed between your legs like he studied something sacred. Two fingers still pushed deep, curling just slightly every few seconds to remind you who owned you.
“You’ve been holding it so well,” he murmured. “All night. Didn’t even drip on the sheets.”
You whined. Hips shifted as his fingers flexed. It squelched. Hot, thick, and wet.
“Still so fucking full,” he whispered.
His other hand came to your ass. Spread you wider. Tilted your hips until he could see everything. The creamy ring around his knuckles. The tremble of your entrance. The fluttering clench that begged to keep his cum locked deep.
“But now…” His voice lowered with a filthy edge. “I wanna see it.”
Your head snapped back. Breath hitched as his fingers began to move. Not fast. Not rough. Just a gentle twist and pull. Just enough to make you feel the unbearable weight of it.
“Push it out for me,” he whispered.
You gasped. “I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” he said. Voice velvet. “C’mon. You took all of it. Kept it for me. Let me see it now. Show me how you drip for me.”
He pulled his fingers out with an obscene sound. Your entrance tried to follow, slick and stretched. The second he withdrew, a slow trail of white began to leak out, thick and warm between your folds.
“Mm, that’s it,” Gojo cooed. His hand stroked down your lower back. “Just like that. Don’t rush. Let it spill.”
He seized your thighs in strong hands, prying them wider apart with possessive force. The sudden stretch alone coaxed a fresh gush of his thick cum oozing slowly from your swollen puckered hole in warm, heavy waves.
Gojo watched, transfixed on the creamy release dripping in languid, glistening strands, stretching obscenely from your fluttering pussy before breaking to soak the sheets below in sticky pools.
Then his fingers returned. He scooped the warm spill with deliberate care, gathering the viscous white on his fingertips before smearing it back over your sensitive rim in slow, filthy circles, his fingertips, tracing lazy patterns so reluctant to let even a single drop escape his touch.
“That’s my girl,” he whispered. “Letting me see how deep I filled you… how messy you are.”
He pushed his fingers back in. Not all the way. Just enough to feel the heat, then pulled back again, drawing out another thick trail.
“You wanna keep going, don’t you?” he teased. Smearing more around your folds. “Even after leaking like this, you’re still clenching. Still empty without me.”
You whimpered. Tried to arch back against his hand. His fingers returned. Pressed deeper. Curled. Stroked that sweet spot with slow, devastating precision.
He leaned close. Lips brushed your ear as your body jolted again.
“Push out the rest,” he murmured. Voice ragged. “Then I’ll fill you again. We’ll see how much your pretty pussy can really hold.”
You hadn’t even finished leaking.
His cum still dripped from your swollen pussy in slow, syrupy trails. Slicking your thighs. Staining the sheets. Still warm as it oozed from deep inside. You tried to breathe. Tried to stay still. But Gojo didn’t let up.
Not for a second.
He pushed your hips higher. Kept you spread wide open. One hand pressed at the small of your back while the other stroked slowly around your twitching entrance.
“You really tried,” he murmured. Voice dark and low as he watched more of his mess spill out. “Kept it in all night. But look at you now…”
His fingers were coated. Milky and wet, before he brought them back to your entrance again. Pushed two in slow, like he missed the way you stretched around him.
And you squeezed them.
Hard.
“Still tight,” he groaned. Fingers curled deep. “Still so fucking greedy…”
You gasped when he pressed down on your lower belly with his palm, right above where his fingers reached. The firm, deliberate pressure forced a sharp jolt through your entire body. Your walls spasmed hard around his knuckles. A fresh, hot stream of his cum rushed out of your cunt in a thick, slippery gush, coating his fingers and dripping down the cleft of your ass to pool warm and sticky against the sheets.
Gojo groaned like the sound had punched straight through him.
“Fuck… there it is,” he rasped. His voice came out wrecked, thick with hunger. “Look at all that. Still so much of me inside you.”
He didn’t give you time to catch your breath.
He withdrew his fingers slowly, obscenely, letting you feel every inch of drag as your entrance clung to them, reluctant to let go. The moment they slipped free, another lazy trickle followed—white and viscous, clinging to your folds in long, creamy strings. Gojo’s eyes darkened to something feral. He spread your thighs wider with both hands, hooking under your knees and pushing them back until your hips tilted up, exposing every glistening inch of you to his ravenous gaze.
“So pretty,” he murmured, almost to himself. “Your pretty cunt’s leaking my cum like it can’t help itself.”
He lowered his head without another word.
His tongue met your entrance in one long, greedy swipe at your cummy hole, collecting the thick spill that had just escaped. He moaned deep in his throat at the first taste, the sound vibrating against your oversensitive flesh. Then he dove in properly.
Lips sealed over your swollen folds. He sucked gently at first, drawing the creamy mixture of his release and your slick into his mouth like he was drinking something sacred. His tongue pushed inside you next, slow and insistent. It plunged deep enough to curl against your fluttering walls, scooping out thick ropes of his own cum with deliberate, filthy strokes. He dragged it along every sensitive ridge, gathering more of the creamy heat he had flooded you with, savoring the heavy taste of his release mingled with your slick arousal.
Every long, greedy lap echoed wetly through the room. Nasty, squelching sounds filled the humid air as he devoured you without restraint. He was loud about it. Shameless even, filthy moans vibrated straight against your core with every swallow. He sucked and licked like a man possessed, like the flavor of his seed leaking from your swollen cunt was the only thing keeping him alive.
Gojo groaned deep in his throat. The sound rumbled through your overstimulated flesh and made your hips jerk involuntarily. He pressed his face harder between your thighs, nose brushing your clit while his tongue fucked in and out in slow, possessive thrusts. He chased every last trace deeper inside, lips smacking wetly as he pulled back just enough to let another thick bead well up at your entrance— only to dive forward again and suck it straight from your pulsing rim.
“Fuck,” he panted against you, voice wrecked and dripping with lust. “So much of me still in here.”
He spread you wider with both thumbs, opening your dripping folds until nothing was hidden. Your entrance fluttered helplessly under his gaze, trying to clench around the emptiness he had just left behind. Another slow trickle of white began to spill. Gojo watched it with dark, obsessive hunger before leaning in to lap it up in one long, dragging stripe from your perineum to your clit. His tongue flattened broad and heavy, collecting every viscous drop, then curled to push it back inside only so he could taste it again on the next filthy pass.
He was relentless. Greedy beyond reason. Lips sealed over your clit once more, sucking hard enough to make your vision blur while his tongue continued its obscene work below— thrusting, swirling, scooping, swallowing. Wet slurps and low, guttural moans spilled from his mouth as he fed on you. On himself. On the messy, intimate proof of how thoroughly he had claimed your body.
Your thighs trembled violently around his head. Slick coated his chin, his cheeks, glistened on his swollen lips. And still he pressed deeper. Tongue spearing inside you again. Curling and lapping. Drinking down every thick pulse of his cum that your greedy cunt tried to give him, like he would never be satisfied until he had licked you completely clean, only to fill you all over again later.
You whimpered, hips twitching. The overstimulation bordered on unbearable. Every drag of his tongue sent sparks racing up your spine, but he only tightened his grip on your thighs, keeping you spread and pinned exactly where he wanted.
He pulled back just enough to watch another thick bead well up at your entrance. His thumb brushed over your folds again, spreading you open wider so he could see it glisten. Then he leaned in and sucked it straight from the source— lips pursing around your fluttering rim, tongue flicking rapidly to catch every drop before it could escape.
“Mine,” he growled against you. The word was muffled, vibrating straight into your core. “All of it. Every fucking drop.”
He shifted higher. His mouth closed over your clit, tightly. The hot, wet suction made your back arch off the bed. He sucked hard, tongue lapping in tight, relentless circles while two fingers slid back inside you, not to fuck, but to press and curl, coaxing out more of his cum for him to devour.
You were shaking now. Thighs trembling violently in his hold. Breaths coming in broken sobs. He didn’t stop. He couldn’t. Gojo was ravenous— greedy in a way that felt almost violent. He ate you like a man starved, lapping and sucking and swallowing every trace of himself he could reach. His chin glistened. His lips were swollen and slick. And still he pressed deeper, tongue thrusting inside again to chase what lingered furthest in, groaning every time your walls fluttered and tried to give him more.
When another gush coated his tongue he pulled back just long enough to look up at you, eyes wild and pupils blown, cheeks flushed, mouth shining with the evidence of his obsession.
“You taste so fucking good full of me,” he panted. Voice hoarse. “I could do this all day. Just keep you spread open and eat my cum out of this greedy little pussy until there’s nothing left to lick up.”
Then he dove back in.
Lips sealed over your clit again. Sucked hard, tongue flicking out mercilessly, his fingers curling even deeper, pressing against that spot that made your vision white out.
He was relentless.
Greedy.
Gojo was completely, shamelessly addicted to the taste of his own release spilling from your trembling cunt, to the thick, salty warmth of it coating his tongue, mingling with the sweet-slick flood of your arousal, to the way your body kept trying to give him more. Every flutter of your walls, every helpless clench, pushed another slow bead of his cum toward his waiting mouth, and he drank it down like he was starving, greedy moans vibrating against your swollen folds as he lapped deeper, sucked harder, chased every last drop with filthy devotion.
His chin glistened. His lips were swollen and slick. His cheeks flushed from the heat between your thighs. And still he pressed on, his tongue spearing inside one final time, curling to scoop out the deepest traces, swallowing with a low, guttural groan that made your hips jerk against his face.
Only then did he finally pull away.
He rose slowly, crawling up your body with predatory grace, broad shoulders caging you in as he settled over you. His mouth was a mess— shiny with your combined slick, lips parted and breathing ragged. Before you could catch your breath he leaned down and kissed you, messy and unapologetically.
His tongue pushed straight past your lips, carrying the raw, heady taste of his cum and your pussy straight into your mouth. Thick and warm, the flavor bloomed across your tongue, the salty, musky, unmistakably him that mixed with the sweet tang of your own arousal that still clung to every surface of his mouth. He groaned into the kiss, low and wrecked, like the simple act of sharing it with you was enough to unravel him all over again.
One hand cupped the back of your neck, tilting your head so he could lick deeper, stroking along the roof of your mouth, painting every inch with the filthy evidence of what he’d just devoured from between your legs. His other hand slid down to grip your hip, holding you flush against him while he kissed you slower now with languid, possessive drags of tongue against tongue, letting you taste how thoroughly he’d claimed you, how thoroughly he’d feasted on the mess he’d made inside you.
He broke the kiss only long enough to murmur against your lips, voice hoarse and dripping with satisfaction.
“Feel that?” He licked into your mouth again, slow. “That’s us. Me inside you… still leaking out… still on my tongue. You taste like mine, baby. Every fucking part of you.”
Then he sealed his mouth over yours once more, kissing you deeper, messier, until the taste of his cum and your cunt was all either of you could breathe.
piercing satoru's ears leads to him eating you out
"Are you positive that you're qualified for this?"
Gojo was gripping onto the edges of his seat — Adam's apple bobbing with every nervous gulp he took — all while you pulled out the earrings you had purchased for him earlier at the mall from your purse.
He has been begging you to pierce his ears for the past month. Always whining about how good he thought he'd look with them, how we wanted to be matching with you in some way.
And every time you would have to turn him down out of fear of being hated on by his parents more than they already did. They believed you were a "bad influence" on him for being alternative. You expressed your beliefs with your voice and through your style, something that immediately caught Gojo's interest.
"It's better than to spend $90 elsewhere." You shrugged, pulling on gloves to safely proceed.
"Not too much on Claire's." He leaned into your touch when you reached over to clean his lobes. "They were pulling through with those cat ear headbands."
"Okay and they're the reason my triple helix got infected. And also, those headbands would give me headaches." You said, all too focused with the task at hand.
You were way too close in this position, standing in between his open legs with his breath hitting you directly on your exposed chest, making you shiver. You tried your best to ignore it, but you could tell your buds were hardening under your bra.
It didn't help with the way he chuckled, voice being all of a sudden attractive . You had to remind yourself that this was your best friend, nothing more. And he had to remind himself that it was inherently wrong to keep looking at your chest.
But he couldn't help it when it was right there.
"On a scale of 1 to 10, how much will this hurt?" He asked, eyes averting to your face then back down to your cleavage. Have you always worn shirts like these? Fuck, you looked gorgeous with that necklace on.
"Considering I'm piercing you with just the earring and vodka, I'd say a solid 8."
"Don't even joke lad. Bro, tell me you're just joking."
"Don't move." You warned, marking the middle of his lobe where you would be piercing into.
"My mom's going to kill me." He closed his eyes shut, bracing himself for the needle to go through.
You grabbed the earring, putting it directly on the marking point. You've done this countless times on yourself, like your nose piercing. With the help of a friend back in grade school, you popped that bad boy right through in the middle of passing period in the bathroom. "Okay, brace yourself."
Gojo let out a pathetic whine, wincing when a sharp pain erupted in his ear. His hands moved their grip onto your hips, bruising you up through your pants.
"Ouch fuck!"
"Don't move Satoru!"
"God, I'm trying not to!"
The sound of another pop could be heard before the piercing finally went through. You sighed, grabbing the butterfly back to secure the earring it place. "See, you're good. Let me do the next one.. Satoru?" Your eyes flickered down to your best friend, watching as he trembled.
Panicked, you grabbed onto his shoulders, trying to push him back. "Hey, what's going on?!"
Gojo wasn't trembling with pain, no, he was trembling with need. "You smell so fucking good." He murmured. Somehow, the creep had managed to sniff you even over the layers of clothes. And now he was pulling at your belt desperately.
"Satoru-"
"Shh.. let me see you. Please." He begged, already unbuttoning your jeans. "You look so pretty with this outfit on."
Without hesitation, you nodded. Gojo leaned in to take one big whiff at you through your drenched panties, licking at the fabric. "Pierce my other ear.. I'll make you feel good."
"I don't think that such a ngh- good idea!"
Gojo groaned, looking up at you. "Come on sweets. We can always re do it later if you mess up."
"It can get infected Satoruuuu..! Oh my god!" You gasped, grasping onto him when he moved your panties to the side, tongue flat on your pussy. He's cutting you off with rough licks, loudly slurping up at your arousal. You weren't wet enough to take his dick, so he'd save that experience for some other time when he had lube in his hands.
"Focus." He reminded you, tapping your hip.
You nodded, shakily reaching for the other earring to put on his left ear. It was hard to follow his orders when his tongue was splitting you open, strong hands palming your sides. You gulped, doing the same as what you had done with the other ear. Lining up the needle, poking the post right on it, getting stopped midway for the first pop.
Gojo's groan vibrated on your cunt, making you gasp. "That hurts!" He said, voice muffled.
With one final push, the earring went fully through, being closed off by the back. "T-there.. all done.."
"Good girl. Thank you sweets," He finally pulled away from between your legs. "Let me just finish taking care of you." He dove right back in, flicking at your clit until your head was thrown back in an embarrassing sound.
"That's it. Moan louder for me. Let me know that I'm the one making you feel this way. Shit, I'm surprised you don't have a piercing on your pretty pussy, that'd be cute right? You should get one.. or I should get a tongue piercing so I could use it on ya."
God, he never stops talking does he?
Your legs were shivering under his hold, his own drool sliding down them. His hair was in your grip, moving his head slightly up and down just how you needed him. He chuckled, spreading your ass, hitting it just enough to sting but not hurt. "You close?"
"Y-yes.. yes I'm close!"
You bit down your lip when your stomach jumped, feeling a sudden warmth spill out of you. Gojo stayed a few more seconds, lapping at your release before pulling away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Knew you tastes good. I always did wonder why you ate so much pineapple."
"You're so gross.." You murmured, gently hitting his forehead back. He snorted, pulling you down on his lap, helping you get back dressed.
"So? How do they look?" He moved his head to the side, showcasing his new earrings. You blinked away at the blurriness of your eyes which widened when they saw how uneven the left earring was.
"Uh.. well, we might have to take a visit to Claire's after all."
When Zayne had asked for complete silence while he made a few phone calls, you figured he wanted you outside the room.
You never in a million years would have pictured this.
"Mhm!" You whimper quietly around the tie in your mouth, tears running down your face. You're sitting in his lap, sheathed on his cock, while he presses a vibrator against your clit almost absentmindly. He'd made you cum three times already, and it's clear this isn't over until all his calls are.
"Yes, I understand that. I still believe my method would be better." The stern tone of his voice makes you clench, even if you aren't the recipient. His eyes flick over to you, balancing the phone between his shoulder to free his hand, pulling out the tie and replacing it with two of his fingers.
Evil bastard.
You suck on them with wide eyes, gagging a little when he pushes deeper with an almost curiosity in his eyes.
"Apologies, but something has come up. I'll speak to you on Monday." The moment the call disconnects, he switches the vibrator to a higher intensity.
"Z-Zayne!" You nearly scream, the word coming out garbled around his fingers. He pulls them out, trailing his saliva-coated hand down to your chest, pinching your nipple almost out of boredom.
"You did a good job being quiet...do you think you deserve a reward?" He circles the vibrator in brutal circles, watching you whimper as you cum once more, pleasure burning through you.
"Y-yes. Yes please I-I'm being good can I please...please have a reward?"
"I don't see why not. How about you cum a few more times? Does that sound good?"
✦ 呪術廻戦 : JJK TEXTPOST . . . you ask them for pics and they deliver... NOTES : requests open..... bruh this is just some gooner shit but its ok part two
𝒲ho ? toji : ino : shoko : choso : gojo : higuruma ⓘ no tws : nsfw / suggestive : likely ooc but who gaf
ino takuma asks nanami for advice on how to ask you on a date.
ino takuma was a man of morals. and there was no one who had more morals than his idol, nanami kento.
that’s why he texted nanami ‘SOS’ this morning and wanted to meet with him. it’s urgent, he says. at a hot pot restaurant, of course.
nanami suspects he wanted an excuse to have lunch with him again.
“nanami, i really look up to you.” ino confessed, but nanami already knew this. “like, i have a lot of respect for you.”
“is this about a mission?”
“no.”
“i’m not giving you my watch.”
“i wasn’t gonna ask. not right now, at least.” ino pouted. “i just wanted some advice.”
“okay… about what?” nanami put some meat into the hot pot to cook.
“you know how i did that joint mission with y/l/n in shinjuku a few weeks ago?” he waited for nanami to nod before continuing. “we’ve hung out a few times since then and i think i really like her.”
“you think or you know?”
ino thinks before he corrects his phrasing, sounding more confident. “i know i really like her.”
“good. you should tell her.” nanami takes half of the meat from the pot and places it onto ino’s plate before putting the rest on his.
“but what do i say? and what if she doesn’t feel the same?”
nanami thinks back to when he was once in his early twenties and navigating personal relationships with women. what did his younger self do that he wishes he could have done differently or better? “just be yourself and be honest with her. if she doesn’t feel the same, don’t guilt her into pursuing a relationship.”
ino really thought about what nanami said. just be himself? but what if he wasn’t her type? she seems like she’d like cool guys who had the ‘bad boy’ vibes. and ino… just wasn’t that. he wore beanies and liked skateboarding in his free time and wasn’t smooth and charming like nanami.
it was almost as if nanami could hear his thoughts. “whenever you’re ready to tell her, be confident. women like that. don’t focus on the what ifs, just be present with her.
“do you think i should ask her out?”
“i do,” nanami holds his pointer finger up, “only if she’s receptive of your feelings. if not, she’ll feel pressured to go on a date with you.”
“how should i tell her?”
“take her someplace she’ll like.” he shrugged. “do you what kind of things she likes?”
ino thinks back to the times you’ve hung out. you had talked about hobbies, techniques, interests, anything really. you were an easy person to talk to. “she likes nature. she told me she always takes walks in the park after missions. she finds it relaxing.”
nanami nodded. “then plan a picnic. pick a shady spot under a tree, make a basket of food she likes, and don’t forget to bring a blanket.”
“you’re a genius, nanami!” ino’s enthusiasm caused surrounding compatriots to look at their table due to the sudden raise in his voice. he quickly and quietly bowed as an apology, but that didn’t deter his excitement. “you’re awesome.”
while nanami thought his suggestion was mere common sense, he also knew how much ino valued what he said. “eat your food before it gets cold.”
• • • • • •
it’s been two weeks since ino’s lunch talk with nanami. he’s been keeping things lowkey and casual with you over text, but it’s been tearing him inside. he wants to tell you how he feels, but he’s nervous about what your reaction may be.
hmm… what would nanami do?
nanami is a direct kind of person. he’s not the type to beat around the bush or play games. he’s blunt, but not cruel. he’s honest while still being empathetic. ino strives to be that same kind of man.
so ino made a promise to himself: the next time he saw you in person, he would confess. what he didn’t know was that it would be so soon.
ino had been called to jujutsu tech for a meeting regarding the curses in tokyo. at the same time, you were also at jujutsu tech, but you were getting your updated license. you had been officially promoted to grade one after being stuck at semi-grade one status for two years. it felt like you had finally gotten the carrot the higher ups were dangling in front of you.
the meeting had just wrapped up when ino seen you walking past, staring down at a card with the brightest smile on your face. he wondered what was responsible for your happiness. he wanted to make you smile like that. “y/l/n, wait up!” he called out, catching up to you.
“oh hi ino.” you turned around, that same smile still on your face. “i didn’t know you were here.”
“yeah i had a meeting.” he smiled, “you seem happy.”
“i am officially a grade one sorcerer!” you showed him your license, “no more semi.”
“wow, congratulations!” ino hugged you. he remembered when he got his promotion to grade one. the first person he told was nanami, he called and spammed his phone with texts and pictures. nanami sent back a simple “congratulations.” but he truly was proud of ino and knew he was more than capable and deserving of the recognition.
“do you have any plans now?” ino asked pulling back.
“not really. i was thinking of taking a walk in the park since it’s cherry blossom season.”
“do you mind if i come with you?”
“i’d love that.” you smiled.
you and ino took a train to kyoto. the kyoto park was your favorite because it had the best views of the city and when the cherry blossoms were in season, it became magical.
there wasn’t much talking between you two on the way to the park. it was a comfortable silence that the both of you appreciated. however, ino saw this as the perfect opportunity to confess. he remembered what nanami said and was going to stay true to his word.
there was a bench you pointed out that was underneath some cherry blossom trees and overlooked the city. you two sat on the bench and admired the scenery. or at least you did, ino was a bit distracted.
“i love this time of year. the flowers are so beautiful.”
“yeah, very beautiful.” but ino wasn’t looking at the trees, his eyes were on you the whole time. “hey, y/l/n?”
“hm?”
“i hope this doesn’t make things awkward but…” he rubbed the back of his neck. he took a deep breath, steeling himself. be confident, nanami said. here it goes. “i really like you. you’re strong and beautiful and kind. i admire the way you always push yourself to be better. you make me want to be better too. i would like to take you out on a date sometime, if you’d be willing.”
you were quiet for a moment. not rejecting, just processing. sure you and ino had worked together and hung out a couple times, but you didn’t know he admired you. you just thought he was being nice. “i’m willing.”
he sighed. “i figured i wasn’t your type.” he hadn’t even heard what you said, he just prepared himself for rejection.
“i said yes, ino.” you playfully nudged him. “and for the record, you’re totally my type.”
you could see the way his eyes lit up. he couldn’t believe it. he jumped up and shouted “YES!” in excitement. he froze for a half a second when he realized that’s not something nanami would do. he sat back down and with an almost uncanny nanami impression, “that sounds great, i’ll plan everything.”
you laughed. “you’re so silly.”
BONUS SCENE:
you and ino had stayed at the park, just talking for a few hours. time passes so quickly when you’re laughing. ino walked you home and thanked you for agreeing to the date (for the third time). you kissed his cheek goodnight and closed the door.
as soon as ino stepped away from your doorstep, he called nanami. he knew he was at home, probably relaxing in bed with a book.
nanami sighed when he saw ino’s contact flash on his phone but he answered anyway. before he could even say hello, ino was already talking:
“nanami, you’ll never believe it! she said im her type and kissed me!!”
“wow, really?”
“it was a cheek kiss but it still counts. oh and she agreed to go on a date with me!”
“that’s great ino.”
ino went on and on about his crush on you. giving a detailed run down of everything that happened in those few hours. nanami listened thoughtfully, remembering how he once felt that way when he was younger. he smiled to himself as he realized ino reminded him of his younger self.
“tell me more.”
i love the ino and nanami dynamic, i wish we saw more of them. they’re so experienced older brother and impressionable little brother coded lol.
boyfriend! Takuma Ino x sleeply girlfriend! reader. Mdni, nsfw, somo, sniffing, jerking off ( +helping him.)
Takuma Ino whips out a freshly wore pair of black panties from his pocket. They’re his favorite pair. It hug you nicely, and it’s his favorite color.
Takuma took a lonngggg sniff. Smelling your honeyed nectar made his pants feel tighter. Nothing made Takuma’s dick stand up than stealing your used panties from the dirty hamper as you are fast asleep beside him.
Ino’s cock is already shining with pre-cum as he pulls it out. He presses his finger-tip onto his mushroom tip and hisses in sensitivity. He’s already so sensitive from your scent. He slowly begins to stroke himself up n’ down.
He try’s to keep the wet sounds coming from his cock to a minimum. He closes his eyes and leans back in the pillow, quietly moaning as he pleasures himself. Your scent engulfs his mind. He’s whimpering your name quietly at the thought of your warm body hovering over his face as his nose finds home in your slick pussy-
“Ino-kun?” A sleepy voice calls out. He freezes, his hand stops at the base of his hard cock. Ino’s turns his head to see you in all your sleepy glory. Lips chapped in his shirt that barely covers the fact you’re wearing no panties. fuck.
You reach out your hand, looking for him in the dark. “Ino-kunnn” You whined as you continued blindly patting the bed in search of him. he felt so far away. Poor you being deprived of his warmth and cuddles. It tugged on his heart.
Coincidentally, your hand lands on something standing up. As you open your eyes you’re greeted with Ion’s hard, red, soaked dick. You both looked at each other for a moment, he looks so fucked out and guilty, it’s adorable. he trys to defend himself, but he’s muffled through the panties.
“Awh, hello to you too, hun” You tease. He turn his head to the other side, embarrassed and wanting to dig a hole, “Don’t hide now, panty stealer” you move your body so that you’re sitting up on his thighs. You could tell his face is flush even behind those panties.
You place your hand impossibly close to his shaft. He shutters and his hands curl around the sheets. “You’re already so rile up” Your hand is already migrates to hug his cock, your thumb rubs the top of his tip making him buckle into your hand.
His moans become breathy as you move your soft hand up n’ down. “Mhm you like how that feels, huh?” You say as his legs began to shake underneath you. “I can feel you throbbing for me” you speed up your motions.
“That’s it, baby” his sensitive shaft ever so often twitches. “Do you want to cum for me?” He nods rapidly “Say yes, hun” He titles his head farther back already on the brink of cumin. You hear a muffled yes coming from him.
He groans and his cum shoot up in the air making a mess all over his happy trail. You are so happy you found your pervert of a boyfriend like this. “Next time, let me sit on your handsome face. You’ll get a better sniff of me ;)” Well, you’re not much better than him. (His dick is hard again.)
A/n: this was so quick n short i just needed to post something
— in which you survey terrorize your husband by asking how much he'd rate your marriage
ft: all 6 LIs x reader
content: fluff. raf's is kiiinda suggestive. xav and valko are sweethearts, zayne and sylus are menaces, caleb pulls an uno reverse. random mcdonalds mention?
notes: 10th post! this is crazy, tysm for all the love <3
♯ boyfriend!suguru geto who recently got his tongue pierced
the bathroom light was harsh, casting a pale glow across the room as its faint electrical buzz seemed strangely loud in the dead silence of two in the morning.
you sat perched on the edge of the marble sink counter, your legs dangling lazily beneath you, watching suguru with a quiet, sleepy focus. the late hour had left everything feeling slightly hazy, the stillness of the house making even the smallest movements seem amplified.
he looked different like this.
his hair, usually pulled back into that neat half bun, was completely undone, spilling freely over his shoulders and down his back in a dark, silken wave. without the familiar structure of his usual hairstyle, there was something noticeably softer about him. less guarded, somehow.
the faint shadows beneath his eyes were impossible to miss, a quiet testament to the sleepless nights he'd been enduring, yet there was a warmth in his expression that rarely surfaced around anyone else.
you had seen him tired before, but never quite like this.
there was something almost vulnerable about the way he stood beneath the harsh bathroom light, his usual composure softened by exhaustion. and, perhaps most tellingly, it was a side of him he seemed to reserve only for you.
suguru was leaning over the sink, his mouth open and his tongue pushed forward, meticulously cleaning the new piece of jewelry. the small metal stud glinted under the fluorescent light.
"i’m just saying," you murmured, your voice thick with sleep, "it feels like a crime. how long before we can actually make out again? properly?"
your boyfriend let out a small, muffled laugh, the sound vibrating low in his throat as he glanced up at you. his violet eyes shimmered with quiet amusement, clearly entertained by your reaction.
"not for a while, pretty girl," he replied, his voice slightly thick and muffled from the way his tongue was positioned.
you groaned, leaning back on your palms and pouting. "that is literally the worst news i’ve heard all year. i’m gonna suffer. i’m actually wasting away from lack of affection. you’re being cruel, suguboo."
"and you’re being dramatic," he countered, though the corner of his mouth quirked up. he went back to cleaning the piercing in no time, his tongue still extended.
as he worked, a thin string of saliva escaped the corner of his lips, dripping slowly toward the basin of the sink.
without thinking, you reached out.
your thumb brushed against the corner of his mouth, gently wiping away the drool, your touch light and lingering for a moment against his skin.
suguru paused, his gaze softening as he looked at you. rather than pulling away, he leaned subtly into your touch, his tired expression easing into something warmer.
"thank you, baby," he mumbled, the words coming out slightly slurred and quiet.
you couldn't help but smile, your eyes lingering on him with unmistakable affection.
"you're a mess," you teased softly. "a very pretty, exhausted mess."
“yeah?”
“mhm.”
he finally finished, rinsing his mouth and pulling his tongue back in with a satisfied click.
he then straightened up, the movement causing his hair to shift across his shoulders. stepping closer, he invaded your space until he was standing between your knees, leaning in to press a few soft, chaste pecks to your lips. quick, fluttering kisses that left you wanting more.
"almost there," he whispered against your skin.
he pulled away for a moment, turning to put the cleaning supplies back in the cabinet. you watched the muscles of his back move under his shirt, your fingers itching to touch him.
the bathroom light continued to hum overhead, its faint electrical buzz fading into the background beneath the slow, steady rhythm of your synchronized breathing.
for a moment, neither of you spoke, the quiet between you feeling warm and strangely peaceful despite the harsh light surrounding you.
suguru stepped back into your space, his presence overwhelming and warm. though this time, he crowded you against the mirror, his body pressing firmly against yours as he slotted himself between your thighs.
he started with a few slow, deliberate pecks, one on your forehead, one on the tip of your nose, and a lingering one on the corner of your mouth.
“give me a proper kiss?”
"you’re so impatient," he murmured with a small scoff-like laugh, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that sent a shiver straight down your spine.
"can you blame me?" you whispered, your back arching a little instinctively as his hands slid down from your waist. "you’ve been teasing me for the last ten minutes. it’s torture."
he let out a soft chuckle, his eyes softening yet again as they locked onto yours.
his palms were warm, sliding up the smooth skin of your thighs, pushing your legs further apart to anchor you to the counter. as his grip tightened, his fingers found the edge of your panties, gently tugging at the fabric, pulling it just enough to let the cool bathroom air hit your skin.
"is that so?" he breathed, his lips hovering a fraction of an inch from yours. "and what are you exactly missing?”
you let out a small, breathless giggle, your head tilting back against the mirror. "i miss your tongue. i miss how you taste. i miss you actually kissing me instead of just poking at me."
"cruel," he whispered, his fingers giving another playful, teasing tug at the lace of your underwear. "absolutely heartless. i’m over here trying to be careful with a fresh wound and you're just demanding more."
"i’m a needy woman, suguru! deal with it," you teased, your fingers tangling deep into the silken mass of his hair, pulling him closer.
he huffed, a sound of pure surrender, and finally crashed his lips against yours.
this wasn't a chaste peck, no, it was a deep, hungry connection. he kissed you with a desperate kind of intensity, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips, pleading for entry. you opened for him instantly, your moan swallowed by his mouth.
suguru’s hands shifted, one sliding up to cup your jaw, his thumb stroking your cheekbone, while the other remained firmly planted on your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh.
"god, i’ve wanted to do this since the moment i woke up," he muttered against your lips, his voice thick with desire. "you have no idea how hard it is to keep my distance when you're always looking at me like that."
"then stop keeping your distance," you whimpered, arching your back to press your chest against his.
he let out a low moan, leaning in further, his kiss becoming more urgent.
he then tilted his head, seeking a deeper angle, and in the heat of the moment, his inhibitions slipped.
his tongue swept forward, sliding fully against yours in a bold, sweeping motion.
but the moment the metal stud collided with the roof of your mouth and the side of your tongue, his eyes shot open.
suguru’s eyebrows knit together violently and he jerked back with a sharp, audible hiss, his hand flying to his mouth as he recoiled.
"fuck! damn it!" he groaned, his voice strained and muffled.
you froze for a second, your lips still tingling and wet, before the absurdity of the situation hit you.
you started giggling, the sound bubbling up from your chest until you were shaking with laughter, your hands sliding away from his hair to cover your mouth.
"oh my god," you wheezed, looking at his pained expression. "the great suguru geto, defeated by a piece of jewelry! and you were telling me to be patient!"
he glared at you, though his eyes were still hazy with lust, his cheeks flushed a deep red. "it’s not funny! it felt like a lightning bolt just went off in my skull."
"it is completely funny!" you laughed, leaning back on the counter. "i told you it was a crime! now we're both suffering in the name of fashion!"
suguru sighed, a defeated but fond smile breaking through his grimace.
he leaned his forehead against yours, his breath still ragged. "i hate you so much," he whispered, though he tightened his grip on your thigh, pulling you flush against him once more.
"you love me," you countered, beaming up at him.
"unfortunately," he murmured, before kissing your forehead with a gentle, careful tenderness.
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♯ best friend!megumi who loves the taste of your sweet cunt, especially when he knows he could treat you sooo much better than your pathetic excuse for a boyfriend. and who are you to resist an offer like that from your needy sweet best friend? twt link
the air in megumi’s dorm room was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the only light coming from a dim desk lamp that cast long, flickering shadows across the walls. for nearly an hour, megumi had been buried between your thighs, his face pressed firmly against your soaking wet heat. he was obsessed, completely consumed by the taste of you, a flavor he craved far more than he ever let on when you were just "best friends”.
you, on the other hand, were a shaking, whiny mess beneath him. your hips ever so often arched high off the bed at the overstimulation, your breath coming in ragged, desperate hitches. one of your hands clutched the dark blue bedsheets beneath you, while the other disappeared into his dark hair, fingers tangled in the soft, spiky strands. beneath the firm press of his palm against your chest, your heartbeat pounded wildly, each frantic beat impossible for either of you to ignore.
"g— gumi— you’re so mean— i can't.. nnggh! g— give me a break!" you wailed, your voice cracking. you were already sensitive, your nerves fried from the relentless attention he’d paid to your cunt for the last forty five minutes.
did megumi hear your pathetic whining? yeah. did he listen, though? nope. he continued flicking his tongue rapidly against your nub, sucking the swollen flesh into his mouth with a wet, slurping sound. as he worked, he began to hum, a low, vibrating rumble deep in his throat that echoed directly into your cunt. the sensation sent a jolt of pleasure straight to your core, making your toes curl violently and your thighs tremble.
“megumi!—” you cried out.
he lifted his head just enough to eye your expression. he watched your face, the way your eyes were rolled back, your lips parted in a silent scream, and the sheer desperation written across your features. a small, smug smirk touched his lips before he fluttered his eyes shut once more, his lips pursing tightly against your cunt, creating a vacuum-like suction that pulled your clit deep into his mouth.
“you can handle it,” he muttered.
"nnngh!— oh god, gumi!" you sobbed, your voice high and needy.
he ignored your whimpers, continuing to swirl and lap at your juices. he loved how you sounded. the way you whined and begged, the way you fell apart under his touch. he knew exactly how to push you over the edge. he bet your boyfriend couldn’t break you like he could.
as the tension peaked, you let out a loud, strangled cry, your back arching off the mattress. you walls clamped down hard on his face as you erupted, a spray of fluid squirting directly onto his cheeks and chin. you shuddered, your body racking with the force of the orgasm, your fingers tightening in his hair.
as the waves slowly subsided, you gasped for air, your voice a whiny whisper. you gave his hair a firm tug, pulling his face away from your dripping cunt. "hey— gumi! g— give your mouth a break! cmooon," you whined, your chest heaving.
megumi pulled back slowly, a string of saliva connecting his lip to your pussy. he didn't look tired at all, despite it being 1:47 in the morning. okay. maybe he was tired. but for your pussy? nah. he looked at your swollen, glistening folds and then looked you in the eyes, pressing a gentle peck on your clit.
“what? don’t tell me you’re tired already.”
without wasting time, he gathered a thick glob of saliva in his mouth and spat directly onto your clit, the warm wetness sliding over your sensitive skin.
"i’m not done yet," he murmured.
you let out a soft, indignant whine, your legs falling open wider despite your words. "you’re evil. you've been down there for almost an hour.."
megumi scoffed. he leaned back in, his breath hot against your wet skin. "can’t blame a guy for wanting to eat some good pussy," he paused, his tongue darting out to lick away the spit he'd just landed on you, "does he even know how to make you sound like this? or do you have to pretend to enjoy it when he's inside you?"
you let out a pathetic, high-pitched whimper at the feeling of his warm tongue against your overstimulated cunt, your head tossing back against the pillow. "megumi.. stop.. don't say that!”
"why, baby? does it make you feel guilty?" he shifted upward, his tongue darting out to trace the seam of your swollen folds, tasting the cocktail of your arousal and the remnants of your orgasm. "or does it just make you realize how mid he is compared to me?"
he looked up at you again, his eyes scanning your flushed face, savoring the conflict and the lust warring in your expression. he loved the power he had over you in this moment. the fact that while you belonged to someone else, your body was reacting only to him.
"you’re a little slut for your best friend, aren't you?"
“gumiiii—“
“tell me you want me to fuck you dumb until you forget his stupid fucking name."
Warnings: somnophilia, dub con, non con? (you don’t know who’s actually between your thighs), nsfw🔞 (megumi is aged up to 19) this is a long one~
dating a man in his early fourties’ who has a nineteen year old son can be difficult, being that you’re in your early twenties and closer to megumi’s age than his dad. but when toji wakes you up with his head between your thighs, you think maybe it’s not so bad.
you can feel his shaky, deep, hot breath fan against your bare pussy, he likely yanked your panties to the side before you woke. but oddly, he’s not even touching you or licking at you. he’s simply lying between your legs with his two flat palms pressed softly into your inner thighs to keep them open, you blink your tired eyes open at the buldge of his head under the blanket with confusion.
“baby? what are you— ” you question tiredly, cutting yourself off with a soft gasp when you feel a single finger press against your nub. he doesn’t even swipe it or circle it, he just presses down on it like a button.
your brows furrow a bit and you grip the blanket to see what he’s doing but before you can lift it, his finger starts to circle your clit agonizingly slow causing you to let go of the blanket and breathe deeply in soft pleasure, eyes closing and brows raising slowly
“mmm— so gentle” you coo at him with a slight teasing to your tone, grinding your hips into his finger which seems to motivate him to add another to swipe slowly against your throbbing nub. toji’s never so gentle, usually ravishing you with his tongue or slamming you against his fingers or cock. not to mention, he’s being so quiet, normally he’d be teasing you by now
“why are you being so quiet— f-fuck!” as if he’s intentionally cutting you off, he quickly presses his flat tongue over your clit in place of his fingers. but he doesn’t move it, he simply adds pressure. you feel so pent up, likely because he’s been toying with you long before you awoke, that the soft natural shake of his tongue is driving you crazy
“stop teasing me, toji,” you whine pathetically, still half asleep, attempting to grind your hips against his tongue. but you don’t get far because he wraps his arms around your thighs and holds you down with such strength that it hurts
you sit up with a hiss, leaning on your elbows and adjusting your hips as much as he allows, to get more comfortable
his unmoving tongue begins to make slow basic licks up against your clit, ignoring your attempt to adjust your position. it seems like he’s not using any technique, like he’s just gliding his tongue over the entirety of your clit instead of targeting the underside of it or the side. it works to stimulate every nerve within your little bundle softly, and gently.
“s-shit— that feels really good,” you coo between deep breaths, head tilting back and hands gripping the sheets. little moans start to escape your throat, your legs beginning to subtly shake in need. it’s like he’s teasing you intentionally, that or he doesn’t know what he’s doing. but forty-one year old toji is experienced to say the least so it can’t be the latter.
you whine after minutes of this taunting, wanting more. “toji, baby, this is sweet and all but i need more.”
and as if punishing you, he nips at your clit, causing you to jolt and squeak in surprise. it’s as if he’s silently saying, ‘you’ll take what i give you.’
you pout and whine dramatically in protest, but that quickly turns into a confused tilt to your head, eyes peeking open at the bulge of his head when he pulls his tongue away and uses one hand to spread your lips apart. you wait for some kind of touch, his tongue or his fingers but it doesn’t come. it’s as if he’s analyzing your pussy, he’s most definitely just looking at it because he’s not even stimulating you now.
you’ve only ever been insecure with toji when you first started getting intimate, but that quickly changed as toji praised your body relentlessly the entirety of your first time together. but now, heat arises on your cheeks as he just stares at your throbbing pussy. it definitely doesn’t help that you can’t even see his expression or know why he’s doing this
“what’s gotten into you, toji? quit it,” you whine, reaching to pull the blanket up once again but before you can, he harshly takes hold of your wrist with the hand connected to the arm wrapped around your thigh and holds it against your lower belly as to stop you from moving. it’s so dark that you can barely see his hand around your wrist
you tsk, pouty and irritated as he continues to stare. before you can say something else, he suddenly closes your pussy lips until they touch each other with the same fingers that were holding them apart. you gasp softly in surprise, only becoming more confused when he opens your lips again, it feels weirdly good and extremely teasing. he continues to slowly repeat the motion a few times over, and you can’t help but feel awkward and embarrassed as your squelching fills the room. it’s like he’s curious how pussy folds and lips work. you aren’t sure if this is due to his age, maybe something guys of his time used to do? but it confuses you
“toji, i swear to god,” you groan at him, impatiently. and it’s like he just doesn’t care because even though he stops opening and closing your pussy like an accordion, he starts to brush his fingers through your small patch of hair above your pussy instead. he does it like he’s brushing his fingers through the hair on your head. and it’s just too weird to feel pleasing. toji had told you he liked when you grew out a lil patch for him because when he sheathes his cock completely inside, your pubes combine and he thinks it’s romantic. you don’t question it, he’s an older man after all, there’s a lot of things he prefers that you don’t quite understand.
you pull against his grip on your wrist frustratedly and when he doesn’t relent, grip instead becoming harsher, you use your free hand to reach under the blanket in attempt to grip his hair and push his head down to -get to work, so to speak.
frankly, you’re exhausted, it’s gotta be something like one or two am and you had a long day yesterday. it seems like he just woke you up to toy with you and you genuinely have no idea how he has the energy to pull this shit when he’s been working his ass off at work recently. you guys hadn’t even had the chance to fuck the last few days.
just when your fingers feel the tips of his hair, his hand that was brushing through your pubes snaps up and brings it down to join your other hand in prison. it happens so fast that you feel like you have whiplash. he transfers both of your wrists to one hand, his one hand being large enough to encase both. he uses his now free hand to keep your thigh open for him.
“so mean,” you whine loudly, “you know i like to touch you.” you grumble, pulling sharply against his hand holding your wrists in resistance. it’s not unusual for toji to be controlling or demanding in a ‘mean’ way but he’s never kept you from touching him, especially when he’s between your thighs. and though your intention was to push his face into your folds, it’s not like you don’t wish to simply touch him too.
then, you feel a cool breeze of air blow against your wet folds, causing you to shiver and hiss in mild relief. your chasm clenches and your nub twitches from the stimulus and after a moment of seemingly watching your pussy react, he does it again.
now, you’ve never growled in your life and why would you? but you find your fed-up self growling in annoyance. your growling threat does make him move on, but not to what you need. you gasp as he uses two fingers to pull the hood of your clit back to expose your sensitive nub.
embarrassment is bursting at the seams but not as much as confusion is. and just when you’re about to say fuck this and utter your safe word so you can finally go to sleep, he lays his tongue against your exposed clit. it feels as though electricity shoots through your body. a shockingly loud whimper strangles out of your throat and your eyes clench shut when he starts to kitten lick it.
“w-what the fu- what are you doing- too much!” you shout at him, head tossing back and forth with eyes clenched shut as your toes curl. it hurts just as much as it feels euphoric, half of you wants him to stop and half hopes to god he doesn’t. your thighs close and open around his head sporadically in futile attempt to cope. if you weren’t in such a distraught state, maybe you’d have noticed how his hair feels a bit different on your thighs, shorter layers on the top that are sticking out in all different kinds of directions.
after he seems to have his fill of torturing you, he lets go of your hood and allows it to cover your exposed nerve again. you sigh deeply in relief, taking deep breaths and relax your clenching eyes into gently closed, relaxed ones. you throb painfully as arousal leaks from your hole, trials down your ass, and pools on the sheets— it’s as if your pussy is crying and if it could cry, it would be.
then, after just a breath of a break, you feel one of his fingers make contact with the lowest part of your pussy. your brows twitch in confusion as he attempts to push it inside, quickly realizing your chasm curves up a bit when his fingertip push against your bottom wall as your other walls cling to him
he twists that finger into you slowly and awkwardly, opening you up and working you open as the room fills with gasps and wet mushing sounds
but even though you’re moderately wet, it still stings when he tries to add another finger before even getting the first one in all the way. you hiss, hips attempting to jolt away from his insertion.
“ngh—hurts,” you whine, hinting to stimulate your clit while he fucks his fingers into you to ease you into the intrusion but instead, he freezes. a beat passes as you await his next move. but he doesn’t do anything.
it’s not the craziest idea that toji is just teasing you intentionally but something feels off. but you’re so tired and he’s been taunting you this entire time, so you help him.
“your tongue, wan’ your tongue,” you coo at him, impatiently. instantly, he takes your advice.
but you aren’t prepared for the speed he fucks his fingers into you when he finally starts sloppily making out with your clit. you practically scream at his force, back arching off of the bed, it’s not harder than he’s ever fingered you but its definitely faster. and it’s odd because the way he’s finger fucking you is so sloppy, no direction and no technique. it reminds you of your high school boyfriend when he finally got his fingers in you, toji can be so impatient sometimes. you assume he’s just fingering you to prep you for his cock and not for your pleasure.
so when one of his jabs push against your top wall where your sweet spot is, you moan loudly.
“there! right there! please!” you beg, whining and legs now shaking something violent.
you can’t help but babble ‘thank you’s’ over and over like a prayer when he listens, immediately focusing on your g-spot.
you get so loud that you start to bite harshly on your bottom lip in attempt to stay quiet.
“m-megumi! he’s sleeping, can’t stay quiet— s-slow down!” you slur out, eyes rolled back and thighs basically crushing his head with force. the morning breakfast with megumi after an intimate night with toji is always awkward to say the least. he’s kind enough to act as though he didn’t hear anything but you know he did
and for the first time all night, he moans against your pussy from your words. you can barely hear it over your desperate moans and squelching. the only reason you know he did is because the vibrations of it rip through you.
your high sneaks up on you so harshly and quickly that you feel as though you black out for more than a few moments as tears fall from your eyes.
“c-cumming!” is all you can grit out, and it’s not like you had to tell him that, he can feel your pussy tighten around his fingers like a vice. somehow you’re not so out of it as to not notice the stutter in his movements, the way the bed creaks where he lies on his stomach, and how he pathetically groans louder than ever. you’re not an idiot, he just came in his pants.
and maybe it’s the fact that he jizzed his pants from just eating you out, his sounds, the abuse of your g-spot, or the painfully annoying teasing he conflicted on you leading to this but you cum harder than you have in weeks. your orgasm lasts minutes and you see fucking white.
as you come down, you whimper as you grind your hips against his face. he catches onto what you’re doing and sticks his tongue out eagerly, slipping his fingers from your sticky, slippery hole to allow you to focus on his tongue.
“oh baby, you’ve gotta start teasing me more often. that was— fucking amazing,” you praise, catching your breath and slowing your grinding. even though it was a little too slow sometimes, it was nice to feel toji being so gentle and taking his time with you for once.
he again, stays quiet to your dismay but he collects the cum escaping your chasm with his eager tongue, making you whimper in overstimulation.
“jesus. you really missed me, huh?” you breathe out deeply in relief and he pecks your clit one last time in affection, as if silently saying ‘your welcome,’ before letting go of your bruised wrists and readjusting your panties to cover you again.
and though it’s a bit odd that he’s been so silent tonight, when his silhouette crawls out of under the blanket and slips out of the dark room, you think nothing of it. toji’s always getting up to get water or a snack after you fuck. “hurry up— wan’ cuddle” you slur out, groggily as your heavy eyes fall closed
you’re so tired from the day before that you allow yourself to close your eyes and drift to sleep, the post orgasm relaxation taking over. toji will wake you up if he wants to fuck or cuddle when he comes back, you assume he will so it’s no big deal
waking up the next morning, you turn on your side and cuddle into toji’s bulky body lying beside you, nuzzling your head into his chest before opening your eyes to look up at him.
“wow~ goodmorning, little one. what did i do to earn such a cute greeting this morning?” toji’s deep voice inquires as he wraps an arm around you and squeezes the fat of your ass, he’s likely been awake for a few minutes before you.
“can’t a girl just be happy to wake up next to her sexy boyfriend for no reason?” you tease with a playful smile, big doe eyes gazing up at him, subtly grinding your panty-clad pussy into his thigh. the gusset of your panties are still a bit damp from having not changed out of them last night
he smirks down at you and lays a long kiss onto your lips, humming into you before parting and peppering your neck with kisses that make you giggle as he holds you deep into himself.
“how lucky am i? you still find this old man attractive, sweetheart?” he mumbles into your neck and you giggle.
“i don’t know.. you’re getting a bit slow these days, old man.” you tease, biting your lip as you smile up at him playfully.
you squeak when he flips you over and pins you down by your wrists. he leans into your ear and nibbles on it. “careful, this old man is getting real close to fucking that attitude right out of you, girl.”
you nudge the side of your head against his affectionately and hum, seductively. “oh yeah? you all talk or are you actually gonna do it?” you wrap your legs around his hips and lift yours to grind against his hardening cock through his sweatpants.
he chuckles and pulls away from your ear to look you in the eye, gaze flickering down at your unrelenting hips with a clench to his jaw. “fuckk, i wish i could baby.”
and immediately you whine, a pout forming on your lips. “noo, again? you’re really gonna go to work now?”
you love being toji’s little housewife but he’s been so busy lately. the only company you have is megumi and his friends while he’s away and it gets so awkward since you’re all around the same age
he gives you one last peck to your lips and you chase his lips as he parts from you. he sits at the edge of the bed before stretching and grunting, loudly.
“sorry, sweet girl. wish i could say i’d be back later but ‘fraid it’d gonna be a long one. i’ll be back in a few days.” he sighs as he stands and enters the master bathroom to brush his teeth
you groan to yourself dramatically, pouting as you lay back with your eyes closed. “shiu might as well be your girlfriend at this point.”
“i’ll make it up to you when i get back, baby.” toji shouts to you as the faucet turns on. you know he hates leaving you like this too but someone’s gotta pay the bills, he’s got you and a kid to support after all
you sigh, there’s no use in making him feel worse than he already does so you put on a playful smile and press your thighs together.
“oh really? i’m still sad you didn’t wake me up to fuck last night after you ate me out like that.” you sing at him, seductively causing him to chuckle deeply.
“last night? you want this old man so bad that you’re dreaming about my tongue now? i was at work last night sweetheart, didn’t get back till late.” he shouts back at you, you can tell he’s speaking with his toothbrush in his mouth.
you immediately shoot upright with blinking eyes, suddenly wide awake. you chuckle, nervously as your face drains of blood. there’s just no way that was a dream, it was so vivid. you quickly check your wrists and sure enough, you have slight bruises forming on them of finger prints— but they’re not prominent enough to be sure.
“a-are you sure? it felt so real,” you gulp, almost speaking more to yourself than him.
“very sure. got here like three hours ago, was wondering why your panties were so wet. naughty, naughty girl.” he teases you, thinking nothing of your dream
you look down at your panties and your brows twitch in confusion. your pussy feels all kinds of sensitive, like it always is the morning after getting sexy with toji. can wet dreams get that vivid to where you can feel the after effects of it?
you shake your head and stand up before changing your panties and slipping on some sweatpants. there’s no use in dwelling on it, it’s not like someone broke in last night to eat you out and then left, right?
“pancakes this morning?” you inquire as you open the bedroom door.
“eh—too sweet, toast? kind of in a hurry,” toji calls back as the shower turns on.
“okay, baby.” you call back before leaving your bedroom and entering the kitchen.
as you put on the coffee pot for toji, you hear megumi walk in with a yawn behind you before he takes a seat at the kitchen table. you clench your eyes shut briefly in embarrassment. you aren’t sure if he heard you having a wet dream last night or if you even made any noise at all
“good morning, megumi.” you greet him, kindly as you lean your back against the counter to face him.
he hums groggily and offers a small smile. you exhale in relief, usually megumi won’t make eye contact after a night of hearing you and toji fuck so you figure you’re in the clear.
“i’m making toast for your dad but i’m down to make whatever if you’re craving something specific.” you cheerfully offer as you throw some bread in the toaster.
“uh- no it’s okay. i’ll make my own.” he voices as he turns on his phone to scroll on it. megumi’s always rejecting your offers to make him food, do his dishes, or his laundry. you can tell he thinks it’s weird that you’re only a year older than him and acting like his mom while fucking his dad. but still, megumi is hard to read, he’s even more bitch-faced than his father is.
you sigh and put on a small smile. “okay, let me know if you change your mind.”
and then it’s pretty silent until toji comes in, showered and holding his work bag.
toji downs the coffee you offer him quickly and shoves a piece of toast in his mouth before he pulls you in and slaps your ass then grips it, making you squeak and blush with megumi just feet away on his phone.
“t-toji!” you gasp at him, futilely pushing his chest away as he chuckles and finally lets go of your ass but he still holds you close.
“oh hush. he doesn’t care, do ya, kid?” toji nonchalantly asks megumi as he takes a long wiff of your neck.
megumi simply sighs, clearly annoyed with his father like usual.
ignorant toji kisses you deeply before reluctantly letting you go and snatching the other piece of toast you made him.
“be back soon,” you pout lovingly, following him to the front door before he opens it and turns to you.
“i’ll miss you too, sweet girl. i’ll call you.” he looks down at you with affection and sighs as he finally exits with a wave.
you watch him pull out of the driveway and leave as you chew on the inside of your cheek.
you fiddle with the lock on the front door and it seems to be working fine.
once you’re back in the kitchen, you sit at the kitchen island and lean your chin onto your palm as you watch megumi cook for himself, back facing you by the stove. you just can’t drop the idea that your ‘dream’ wasn’t just a dream. the way toji poked and prodded at you like a teenage virgin was so odd— not to mention how he didn’t speak or let you touch him.
“how’d you sleep?” you inquire and megumi stops moving the spatula around in the pan when you speak briefly before clearing his throat and then continuing.
“good. why?”
“just wondering, do you know for sure if i locked the door last night before we went to sleep?” you ask, obviously not wanting to scare him into thinking someone broke in— but at this point it’s a possibility.
“uh- i think you did, what happened?” megumi inquires, not even turning to face you as he stirs his eggs
you sigh and blink down at the counter top, “nothing, nothing.”
now, he turns to you with his natural lidded eyes and indifferent face but he seems more observant of you right now.
“you think someone broke in or something?” he huffs out of his nose but he doesn’t even smile, as if he’s more focused on how you react.
you gulp. “i- probably not. i’m being ridiculous.” you wave him off.
and he simply hums before turning back to his eggs.“something happen?” he asks after a few moments of thinking to himself.
it’s not like you can just flat out tell your boyfriend’s son you think someone broke in to eat you out and left.
“just didn’t know when toji came in last night.” you utter, as if that’s a plausible explanation for thinking someone broke in.
“think it was four.” megumi hums, turning back to face you once again with his natural, bored gaze.
you blink at the counter and then up at him with a confused twitch to your brows. “you.. you were up last night?”
and you gulp as you gaze at his hair that sticks out from all directions, unlike his father.
he hums in confirmation, the smallest hint of a smirk on his lips as his gaze flicks down to your bruised wrists, his smile so faint that you’d believe it wasn’t actually there. lips that make you think about if you ever felt toji’s scar on your pussy last night.
your breathing begins to quicken but you’re deep in denial, your mind protecting you by forcing yourself to deny the idea that megumi could have been the man between your thighs last night.
“o-oh, couldn’t sleep?” you inquire, attempting to steady your voice and hold a normal looking smile. honestly you couldn’t care less that he couldn’t sleep, but at this point, you’re trying to continue the conversation like normal so he doesn’t suspect that you know anything.
begging spider-man! gojo to use his webs on you ⊹ ࣪ ˖
You never meant to accidentally walk in on your boyfriend like this. The suit was tight around his skin, at least of what was left of it. Until now, you were oblivious to his separate life.
“Sweets.” His voice quivered, terrified of your reaction.
This wasn’t how he wanted you to find out. With him half naked and beat up with his blue suit on the ground torn to shreds. Then, it all suddenly clicked. The way his lean build suddenly turned into one of a gym bro, his lack of glasses, or the way he had more stamina during sex when he could barely even go past one round.
Even as he explained everything to you and apologized for not telling you sooner, you couldn’t even focus. Because one thing you’ve been wanting to try out in bed was to be tied up. But the thought of rope scratching at your skin made the whole fantasy iffy for you.
With his webs, it’d be more comfortable, right?
“Didn’t know you were this freaked out.” Satoru said from behind you, caressing your bare back softly. “Wish I told you way before if I had known about your little wet dreams.” He grabbed onto both your arms, putting them behind your back. With a flick of his wrist, webs shot out, landing right on your wrists. The substance was sticky, making it incredibly difficult to pull apart. You bit back a smile that was wanting to creep up on your face, looking behind your shoulder to see the way your boyfriend was red in the face.
He was obviously into this too.
“Shit..” He panted, slurping at your cunt. “I regret not hah, not tying you to the bed frame. You’re squirming too much baby.” His hands were gripping hard onto your thighs, dragging you closer to his mouth. “Am I?” You grinned, trying your best to break free from the webs so he could do it all over again.
Satoru delivered a spank right onto your right ass cheek, his words coming out muffled no thanks to his face drowning in you. “Stop moving.” His tongue licked stripes up to your clit, writing out his initials with it.
Your moans eventually got louder after he inserted two fingers into you, curling just right. “Sweets, I’m serious.. Quiet down, we don’t want another warning.” Not even last week had the neighbors filed a report on you both because of the pornographic noises and the bed banging onto the wall. “I’m sorry..” You sobbed, continuing to squirm under him.
With a sigh, Satoru pulled away from your pussy, carefully turning you over. He placed his lips on yours in a firm kiss before shooting his webs right on your mouth.
