content: female reader, bestfriend!satoru, bestfriend!suguru, porn without plot, threesome (slight mmf), praising, fuck licking, oral (f/m), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, masturbation, mentions of cheating, choking, cum-eating, creampie. word count: 2,5k.
note: this is just pure smut. also, let's pretend this wasn't inspired by o.g. and s.m. (if you know, you know)
Even when you already saw it coming, you couldn’t help but feel completely heartbroken when the man who had been your boyfriend for years decided to end the relationship without giving much explanation, simply with a “I’m sorry, it’s just not the same anymore.”
What a surprise you had when the reason your boyfriend had been acting so weird for the past few weeks was because he was actually ‘meeting’ or rather ‘fucking’ someone else. All behind your back until he finally ended things so he could be with this new woman who seemed very proud to have ‘stolen’ your man. You know it by the look of superiority she gave you when two days ago you ran into them while they were walking hand in hand down the street.
She can have him. You don’t want that asshole back in your life no matter how much you loved him. But it was certainly a blow to your pride that you were dumped for someone else, your self-esteem was at rock bottom. Were you really that unworthy? The problem was you and that’s why he looked for someone better?
Luckily, you had your two best friends, Suguru and Satoru, who were willing to support and comfort you in these days that have been difficult for you. Always giving you words of encouragement and advice on how to cope with your breakup—even if they were more than happy for that relationship to be over—. Besides, they always found a way to distract you for a few hours from the fact that he was no longer in your life.
That was exactly what you were expecting when you told them to come to your apartment to talk and have a drink. The plan was to distract yourself by hanging out with them, since you were feeling lonely and didn’t want to deal with your thoughts on your own.
What surely wasn’t part of the plan was that you would end up on the couch in your living room, sucking Suguru’s cock, who was on his knees in front of you, while Satoru fucked you from behind.
They were very serious about distracting you, because right now you didn’t even remember that you had started the night with tears in your eyes, saying how much you missed him and your cheek being caressed sweetly by Suguru’s knuckles who cheered you up and said that they would help you forget about your ex.
At first, you thought they meant getting drunk with Kelly Clarkson playing in the background.
But now that the tears running down your cheeks were thanks to the fact that you were gagging on your best friend’s cock while the other kept hitting your g-spot from behind, this form of distraction seemed like a better idea.
“Her pussy feels so good.” Satoru said between gasps, tightening his grip on your hips as his thrusts gained speed. “She’s so fucking tight.”
“I can tell. You’re moaning like a bitch.” Suguru teased him with his eyes fixed on the way his length was going in and out of your swollen lips.
Gojo let out a chuckle and looked mockingly at his friend who could barely contain his own moans, let alone with the way you moved your tongue along his shaft and then swirled it around his dripping tip, tasting all his pre-cum, “You say it like if you’re not too.”
“Of course I am. Our little friend here can suck dick.” His little comment encouraged you to take his cock deeper and he, after letting out a grunt, put his hand on the back of your neck before shoving the rest of his shaft down your poor throat, enjoying the gagging sounds and tears that came out of your pretty eyes. “Fucking hell.”
Suguru suddenly left your mouth to let you breathe and wiped your tears with his thumbs, but instead of putting his cock back in as soon as you recovered, he decided to sit down in front of you, stretching one leg on the cushion and the other off the couch, resting his foot on the floor.
After his little change of position, you tried to lower your head to continue sucking him, but one of his hands held you by the chin tightly, forcing you to look at him face to face while his friend continued to fuck you.
Sure, you looked like a mess, but for him—for both of them—you had never looked better.
“You look so beautiful getting fucked.” Is it possible to feel butterflies while being mercilessly fucked? The answer is yes, and Suguru helped you to prove it.
You couldn’t even say thank you for his praise because as soon as the words left his mouth, he kissed you. At first it was slow, but after taking the time to bite your lip and smile at your whimper of pain, he began to deepen the kiss even more until it became the messiest kiss of your life. The dirtiest too since you were almost certain he could taste himself in your mouth by the way his tongue met yours. Eager to keep making him feel good, you wrapped one of your hands around his dick to start stroking it up and down, putting the necessary pressure that you learned he likes in the last twenty minutes.
Satoru—who despite being balls deep inside you—was feeling a bit left out, so he reached between your legs until his fingers made contact with your clit and began to make slow circular motions.
“Pay attention to me too, pretty girl. I’m the one who’s fucking you stupid.”
The increase of pleasure was immediate— you moaned loudly against Suguru’s mouth, trying to keep the kiss going, but when Satoru deepened his thrusts and pressed his fingers even more to your sensible bud, that task was impossible, so you pulled away and leaned your forehead on the crook of Suguru’s neck while your arms went around his shoulders so you could hold on to something as that electric sensation built up in your belly.
Geto snorted at his friend’s words. “Just because you’re so damn impatient that I had to let you go first.” The blackhaired said, looking at his friend with amusement.
“Let me?” Satoru chuckled, “If I remember correctly, she practically begged me to put my dick inside her.” He said, bringing his mouth close to your ear to whisper, “Right, baby?”
You were so close to your climax that words could not come out of your mouth, so you just nodded, which was enough for Satoru. “See? So enjoy sloppy seconds.” He said to his best friend, finally applying the necessary pressure with his fingers to make you come.
Satoru didn’t take long to join you, coming inside you without any shame. Something he was very vocal about doing as soon as you decided to admit to your best friends that you were on the pill a few moments ago.
For a moment, there was no sound other than your heaving breaths, both of you trying to recover from an intense climax. But that moment of peace didn’t last long, as Suguru with little delicacy took you by the chin, forcing you to look at him once more, meeting those intense eyes that seemed to want to devour you.
His next words almost gave you chills. “My turn.”
To say that Suguru did not destroy you would be a complete lie. While Satoru was recovering from his climax. Suguru fucked you with your legs on his shoulders and your head resting on the white-haired’s lap.
While one fucked you hard, slapping your pussy with his cock several times before thrusting back in to make you see stars, the other one poked your nipples. As one came out of you to get off and press his lips to your pussy, hungry to make you come one more time, the other held you by the neck.
“Can you give me another, baby?” Suguru asked, playing with his fingers as he licked your hole.
You did not respond, the pleasure too much to even formulate words. The blue eye looked down at you with a smirk on his face, “Answer Suguru, pretty.” And without further ado, the pressure of his hand on your neck grew stronger.
You tried to speak, to nod, to do something. But at that moment, the man between your legs sucked your sensitive clit in the most delicious way possible, making you jerk your hips and only be able to let out a whimper
“If you don’t answer, he might stop, do you want that?” Satoru asked with gentleness in his voice as one hand caressed your head, something that contradicted the way his other hand on your neck began to cut off your air just enough to make the moment hotter.
You denied with your head.
“Use your words.” Satoru demanded.
“No.” You whispered.
You heard Suguru chuckle before you felt the introduction of two of his fingers inside you as he stopped licking you.
“You won’t use your words? You don’t want me to stop? Be specific.” Suguru asked, just playing with his fingers. But his mouth… you needed his mouth.
“I– I don’t– I don’t want you to stop.” Your words came out as a stammer, but it seemed to be enough for both of them.
“Can you come one more time for him?” Satoru asked, looking with intensity into your eyes.
“Yes.”
Satoru grinned, and letting go of some of the pressure on your neck, he turned to look at Suguru. “Such a good girl, right?”
The praise made you clench around Suguru’s fingers.
“If we had known before, we would have fucked you earlier. To hell with that shitty boyfriend of yours.” The black-haired said before putting his mouth on your clit again, making those circular movements with his tongue that were driving you crazy.
Satoru, with his gaze darker than before, looked down at you again. “You would have let us? Fuck you while you were with him?”
Without a second thought, you answered yes. No matter how that would make you look. They were your best friends, and honestly, if you knew they would fuck you this good, you would have probably broken up with your lame ex-boyfriend yourself much sooner.
Satoru licked his lips and lowered his head to kiss you, while Suguru’s tongue and fingers brought you closer and closer to your climax. God, it was too much. You were sure you were starting to squirm. The white-haired held your hands to keep them away from your attempts to push Suguru away the more stimulation you felt, pressing them against your chest with only one of his hands.
Your legs trembled and you were sure that if it wasn’t for Satoru lips over yours, you would have possibly screamed the moment Suguru made you cum in his mouth.
Your best friend tried to prolong the pleasure as long as he could, licking and kissing your intimacy until your breathing regulated a little.
The three of you were silent for a minute or two, Suguru leaving soft kisses on your thighs while Satoru did the same on your forehead.
The silence was comfortable and cozy. That is, until the white-haired man decided to speak again.
“Shit, I’m hard again.”
Minutes later, you were on top of Suguru with your back pressed against his chest and your head against his shoulder, one of his hands applied pressure on your neck as his cock went in and out of you, meanwhile Satoru, was kneeling on the floor in front of you, eagerly licking your clit and the spot where his two friends became one, not caring how Suguru’s cock was also rubbing slightly against his tongue.
From your position, you could see Satoru masturbating himself while enjoying your taste with closed eyes.
“Fuck, just look at you.” Suguru muttered against your ear. “Can’t believe that jerk didn’t appreciate you as you deserve.” He kissed the spot behind your eyebrow, causing you to shiver, knowing it was a sensitive spot for you. “If he only knew what your best friends that he was always so jealous of are doing to you right now, I'm sure he would lose his mind, wouldn’t he?”
Of course he would. He was always insecure about Satoru and Suguru.
“Yes.” You replied.
“I know. But we fuck you better, don’t we?” You nodded, and you could feel Suguru’s smile against your skin. “You don’t need him, you never did.”
His thrusts became more aggressive, so much so that he even had to slip both of his hands under your knees to hold you against him. Leaving you even more exposed to the blue eyes of Satoru, who now seemed to be satisfied with just watching the way his friend’s cock was going in and out of you. He even seemed to be absorbed in it, masturbating at the same rhythm Suguru was fucking you.
The position, the sounds, the words, everything was too dirty and maybe that was why it felt too good.
You were going to cry. You were sure you were going to cry. It was too much. Too much, but at the same time not enough. It hurt, but you liked it. You wanted them to stop, but at the same time not. Fuck, this was so damn addictive.
“Suguru, don’t stop, please.” You said between cries, feeling how close you were to another orgasm.
“You close?” He asked, his lips against your cheek.
You nodded, receiving a “Fuck, me too.” in response.
At that moment, Satoru again glued his lips to you, licking from your entrance to your clit where he sucked hard. Giving you that last push you needed to cum on your friend’s cock.
The way you squeezed was the trigger for Suguru, who, without further ado, came inside you. Not letting a single drop escape as he made slow, deep movements, making sure to leave it all inside.
You watched as Satoru stood up, his abdomen and his hand around his dick covered in white liquid. Without further ado, he slipped two of his fingers into your mouth to give you a taste of him, which you licked practically on automatic.
When he was satisfied, he sighed, took his fingers out of your mouth and sat down next to you, but not before reaching for a bottle of water that rested on the small table in front of you.
Silence took over the room as you rested against Suguru’s chest, both of you trying to regulate your breathing. He let go of your legs, caressing them gently as he left soft kisses on your head.
“That was so fucking good.” Satoru said after another minute of silence, drinking from the water bottle before passing it to Suguru, who brought it to your lips for you to take a sip before drinking it himself. “I don’t think I can cum anymore.” He added.
“Yeah, that’s because you came twice.” Suguru muttered, clearly annoyed he just came once. “Which it’s not fair, don’t you think, pretty?”
But before you could say anything out loud, he pressed his lips to your ear to say, “So, are you ready for another round?” He asked, slapping with his free hand your thigh.
Warnings: NSFW/Swearing | 18+ /Minors DNI!!!!(🔞🌶️)| Male x Female x Male | Threesome | Soft Dom x Filthy Tease x Reader | Aftercare | Overstimulation | Praise | Degradation | Spit | Creampie | Light Choking | Fingering | Oral (f receiving)
Inspired by: @sixeyesonathiel & @madamechrissy
Satoru’s apartment was dimly lit, a soft amber glow spilling from the corner lamps. The air was warm and heavy with tension, scented faintly with sandalwood and the remnants of dinner. Rain tapped against the windows in a soothing rhythm, but nothing could calm the pounding in your chest.
You were caught between them—Suguru seated behind you on the couch, thighs spread, his solid chest pressed against your back, while Satoru knelt between your legs, white hair mussed, his blue eyes dark with lust.
“Look at her,” Suguru murmured, his voice deep and smooth like velvet soaked in sin. His hands trailed up your thighs, fingers pressing into your skin possessively. “Shaking already.”
“I haven’t even tasted her yet,” Satoru grinned, his voice breathless, drunk on the sight of you. He bent low, lips ghosting over your inner thigh, his hot breath making you twitch. “Poor thing doesn’t know what she’s gotten herself into.”
You did know. And you wanted it.
Your core ached—wet, pulsing, needy. Your legs were already spread wide, held open by Suguru’s thick thighs, your shirt long discarded, skin flushed and glistening with arousal. You felt dizzy, lightheaded from their hands, their voices, the overwhelming desire boiling just beneath your skin.
Satoru licked a slow stripe up your slit and your back arched instantly.
“O-Oh—!” you gasped, nails digging into Suguru’s thighs behind you.
He chuckled against your ear, hands gripping your breasts, thumbs rolling over your nipples. “So sensitive. She’s clenching, Satoru. N' you've barely even touched her.”
“I know. She's s-sooo cute~,” Satoru groaned, licking again, messier this time, wet and sloppy as he tongue-fucked your entrance before wrapping his lips around your clit. He sucked hard, hands rubbing your thighs. Your hips bucked, and you whined pathetically.
“Please—Ngh—Satoru!”
Your thighs trembled, and Suguru held you tighter, grounding you with his strength while Satoru destroyed you with his mouth. He was relentless, spitting on your pussy, spreading it with his slender fingers so he could watch you twitch and clench under his tongue.
“So pretty when you fall apart, baby~” Suguru cooed, biting your neck softly. “Gonna let us use you tonight, baby? Fill you up? Stretch you pretty pussy wide open~?”
You couldn’t form words—just a sweet moan and a frantic nod.
“That’s what I thought,” Satoru said with a grin, chin glistening. “C’mere, I want to feel you fall apart on my cock.”
He stood, stripping in seconds—pale, a pretty flushed pink, lean, huge. His cock slapped against his abdomen, leaking and flushed, and your mouth watered at the sight of it. Suguru shifted behind you, grabbing your hips and lifting you effortlessly onto your hands and knees, body trembling from the stimulation.
“You’re taking Gojo first,” he said, voice husky, “but I’m not gonna be far behind.”
Satoru knelt again, this time guiding his cock through your soaked folds, groaning at how slick you were. He pressed into you slowly—inch by thick inch—stretching your walls with agonizing patience.
“Holy shit, baby, you're tight,” he gasped, grabbing your hips. “Look, Suguru-”
“I see it,” Suguru growled, watching from behind. “Look at how she's sucking you in~.”
It was too much—your body stretched to the brink, your cunt fluttering around Satoru’s cock, the pressure so intense it had your mouth hanging open in a silent cry. But god, the fullness was exquisite. Your hands flew to his shoulders, eyes fluttering as you moaned salaciously.
He bottomed out, hips flush to yours, and held still, letting you feel every throb.
“You okay, sweetheart?” he murmured, wiping your tears with a thumb.
You blinked at him, lips trembling. “S-So full…T-Toru-”
“I know, Shhhh~ I know, Baby. I’ll go slow… for now~.”
He began to move, hips rolling slow and deep, the head of his cock dragging against your sweet spot perfectly every time. Your eyes rolled back as you clawed at the cushions, helpless moans spilling out with every stroke. The sensations you felt, mixed in with the way Satoru had wound your body up only moments before, had your tummy coiling.
“O-Ouuuuuu, I’m gonna—!”
“You’re gonna come already?” Suguru said mockingly, wrapping a hand around your throat from behind and squeezing gently. “God, you’re pathetic. Just a little cock and you’re a pathetic mess.”
That shouldn’t have turned you on—but your pussy clenched around Satoru’s cock, drawing a groan from him and a cry from you.
“Yeah, she likes that,” Satoru laughed breathlessly. “Dirty, cute little thing.”
His pace picked up as he grew impatient and more excited, slamming into you now, fast and brutal, making you cry out and tense against Suguru's chest. Suguru saw this and he slid his hand between you and Satoru's Body, rubbing your clit with two fingers, fast and tight, while Satoru pounded you mercilessly.
“O-Oh, Sugu- Toru!! I—I can’t—I’m gonna—”
You came hard—convulsing around Satoru’s cock, sobbing both of their names, legs trembling violently as your orgasm crashed through you like a cold wave. Satoru groaned and pulled out just before he came, painting your tummy in hot, thick spurts.
You fell back again, body trembling, cunt still twitching.
“Fuck… she’s ruined,” Satoru muttered, breathless and grinning as he kneaded your thighs.
“Not yet,” Suguru said darkly, pulling you further back against his chest. “My turn.”
You whimpered as Suguru lifted you again—no time to recover—his cock that was rubbed against your back, now pressing thick and hot against your entrance. He spit on it, spreading your puffy folds with two fingers, before thrusting into you in one slow, agonizing motion.
You screamed, tears slipping down your cheeks. It was too much—too sensitive, too full—but you loved it.
“You’re taking me so well, baby,” he groaned, his grip bruising. “So fucking good.”
Suguru was filthy with it—rough, primal. Dominating you more than Satoru ever had and will do. He fucked you with deep, hard thrusts, one hand choking you from behind just enough to make you dizzy, the other gripping your hip so tight it’d leave marks.
Satoru kissed your tear-streaked cheeks from the side, whispering, “You’re doing so good, baby. You can take it. Let him use you. Let him wreck you.”
“Gonna fill you up,” Suguru snarled against your shoulder. “Gonna stuff you full of cum and make you leak all damn week. Do you wanna go somewhere tomorrow? Forget it.”
You came again. Harder. Louder. Messy. Body locking up as your third orgasm of the night hit like fire—white-hot, overwhelming.
Suguru groaned and slammed into you to the hilt, spilling deep inside you, his cock twitching as he filled you to the brim. You could feel it dripping out the moment he pulled out, and Satoru’s fingers were there, collecting the mess and pushing it back into your wrecked hole with a smirk.
“Can’t let any of it go to waste now can we, Love~?"
You couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. Just went limp in Suguru’s lap, trembling as Satoru cooed and kissed your quivering thighs.
“Breathe, baby. You’re okay,” Satoru whispered, brushing damp hair from your face. "Did so well for us~."
Suguru kissed your forehead. “Such a good girl. So proud of you.”
They cleaned you up gently—with a warm towel, soft kisses, and whispered praise. You were laid between them in bed a little while later, both men tangled around you along your bare shoulder.
“I think we broke her,” Satoru whispered, smug.
Suguru chuckled. “Nah. She’ll be ready again in an hour.”
You groaned and smacked Satoru's face gently. “You’re gonna kill me...”
Satoru whined and nuzzled your neck while Suguru nipped your earlobe, snickering breathlessly.
“What a way to go~.”
GUYS DID I COOK OR SHOULD I GET OUT OF THE FREAKING KITCHEN?????
i think ushijima is the type to have impeccable hand placement without even realizing it, it’s all just second nature to him. in photos where he’s with you, his fans go insane when they see how large his hands are in comparison to the rest of your body. there’s a picture where the two of you are at a post-game celebration and the bar is packed so there are barely any seats, so he has you balanced on his lap, and the way everyone flew to the comments to say his grip on you is lethal. an arm wrapped around you, his hand enveloping your waist while his free hand is bringing up a glass to his lips. the two of you got caught sharing a kiss behind the back of a restaurant, and he has one hand pressed against the small of your back, as if to bring you closer to him with his other tilting your chin so he doesn’t have to lean down so far to bring his lips to yours. the best of placement happens when there aren’t any cameras, though; more often than not, when he catches you in the kitchen cooking, he’ll come up behind you, first acting like he’s interested on what’s on the stove but he’ll immediately latch himself onto you, burying his face in your hair, arms wrapped around your waist, one large hand of his not so subtly copping a feel of your boobs
thinking about suguru and satoru eating your pussy at the same time heje
𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine them both between your thighs, staring hungrily at your dripping pussy before gojo breaks the ice and thumbs at your already sensitive clit
𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine geto soothing your little trembles by gently stroking your thigh, maybe even giving it a few kisses of encouragement <//3
𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine both of the men using one strong hand to push your plush thighs open, exposing yourself even more to them. if you dared try to shut your thighs even a tad they’d be pushed right back open, along with a quick slap the soft skin curtesy of geto
𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine the two friends bickering for a moment before geto finally caves and lets gojo have the first taste
𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine gojo wasting no time spitting on your clit before wrapping his lips around it, tongue immediately caressing your sensitive nub. he couldn’t decide between roughly sucking on the poor thing or moving his tongue side to side sooo he settles on both! he hollowed his cheeks, holding your clit in place while his tongue continued moving with vigor
𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine geto sucking on the soft skin of your thighs while his hand finds purchase on your bare breast, squeezing roughly every once in a while to keep you on your toes
𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine geto slowly kissing his way towards your center before nudging gojo’s head with his own, giving the man a cheeky smile
𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine both men looking up at you before—
“a-ah!!! oh my-” your back suddenly arched off the bed as you felt not one, but two hot tongues on your clit. one slowly moving up and down, like they were trying to savor the taste of your essence—not too hard or too fast….just sensual. the other tongue on the other hand settled on quick, harsh licks sooo basically the exact opposite.
“s’good right ?” gojo slurred into your pussy, now sloppily kissing his way down to your dripping hole. geto took this as an opportunity to cup your entire clit in his mouth, while his tongue drew soft circles around the nub. geto hummed around your clit, spit dribbling from his lips from the sloppy kisses he was giving your weeping pussy.
all it took was gojo shoving his tongue in your pussy for your back to arch slightly off the bed as you came with a loud, pathetic whine. gojo moaned just as loud when he felt your cum began to coat his tongue in little waves.
geto pulled away from your clit with an obnoxious pop! dark eyes admiring at the mess your pussy has already become. “lemme get a taste,” he mumbled, leaning his head down to lick a slow strip up your pussy. but one lick was not enough! and it wasn’t long before gojo got a little jealous and smacked geto on the back of his head, a small grunt leaving him.
“‘fuck was that for?” geto hissed, but gojo didn’t even bother glancing at him, his attention focused solely on your soaked center. his long fingers ran slowly up and down your petal soft slit, occasionally applying light pressure to your clit. without warning he plunged two fingers in with a lewd squelching sound following, “we’re supposed to be sharing don’t be so greedy, now let’s make her cum again.”
“j-just be gentle m’still a little— hah! sensitiveeee,” your request fell on deaf ears as both mens tongues were on your clit once again. they went from synchronized licks, to each giving your clit an open mouth kiss, to taking turns slapping your pussy.
you tried to keep your eyes on them but you could only handle so much before you head fell back against your bed, eyes rolling into the back of your head. “m’gonna put my fingers in sweet thing,” geto mumbled into your thigh, giving it a sweet kiss before plunging two fingers inside you. getos fingers began doing a scissoring motion, and to help you avoid the stinging stretch gojo sucked your throbbing clit in his mouth.
“i’m gonna cu-cum againnn, you’re gonna make me—” your body tensed as another orgasm washed over you, a much pleasing sight for the two men before you. “fuck she’s squeezing me real fucking tight, ease up yeah? gonna make it real hard for gojo to put his in too,” geto growled, curling his fingers in the most delicious way possible.
you whined something along the lines of ‘i’m tryinggg’ and gojo could’ve just ate you up the way you were being so cute. “hehe she’s so cute the way she’s trying to keep it together, just let go baby we’re right here to catch you,” gojo giggled menacingly, his two fingers slowly prodding at your entrance.
“don’t forget to go slow, don’t wanna hurt the poor thing now,” geto patted your thigh before giving it a sharp swat.
it took a little time to get you used to the stretch of four fingers inside your tight little pussy, but you managed like the good girl you were for them. “oh my fuckin’…” your mouth dropped as both men began to move their fingers at a semi-fast synchronized pace, digits bumping against that special that had your toes curling.
geto eyed your lonely breast and brought his free hand up to tweak at your nipple, gojo following suit. there was so much going on and your poor little brain could only handle so much before you were spluttering out nonsense making the two men chuckle.
“look at how wet she is….dripping all over the fucking bed,” geto groaned, pushing his aching erection against the edge of your bed. anything to find a little relief he’s only human. “she’s squeezing so tight i think she’s gonna cum again!” gojo moved his hand from your nipple to your clit, rubbing tight little circles that had your thighs trembling.
you weren’t able to give them a verbal warning of intense orgasm, the only signal being being the clear stream of cum shooting from your pussy each time they pulled their fingers out. “catch some, but don’t swallow,” geto grunted, shoving gojos head down to catch some of your squirt in his already watering mouth.
once you were done they both slowly pulled their fingers out, a small whine leaving your lips from the emptiness. geto turned to gojo, his breathing uneven. “you know what to do,” he nodded his head towards you and gojo quickly understood, slowly crawling up the bed to where you laid, glazed eyes staring up the the ceiling with a fucked out smile on your face.
“open your mouth for him,” geto grunted squeezing the plushness of your thigh. you obliged and slowly opened your mouth, quickly met with the tart, tangy taste of your cum mixed in with a little of gojos spit. geto hummed happily giving your tummy a soft kiss, “that was fun, messy but fun nonetheless.”
the next twenty minutes were spent catering to your every need ofc. gojo having you between his legs, long arms wrapped around your waist while geto gently cleaned the mess up between your thighs. “did so good for us angel, thank you for letting us indulge in you,” gojo smiled, giving your hip a loving squeeze.
they both had raging boners but in this moment it was all about you but hey!! maybe once your rested up you’ll let them put both their dicks in you!! but don’t tell gojo that rn he might bust in his pants the poor thing :((
suguru’s so pretty like this, always orderly hair in his face and messy as his face crumbles in absolute pleasure; with the soft skin of his thighs covered in dark hickeys, legs spread while you take him deeper into your throat. whenever you’re between his knees, he always loses his composure and becomes deliciously vulnerable. you know what you’re doing to him, of course, and you don’t stop even after he cums down your throat.
no, you keep deepthroating him, shoving his cock down as far as possible, and sometimes suguru even shakes his head, letting out a soft plea.
“baby, it’s too much, i can’t cum again..”
suguru thinks you’ll listen, not keep trying to milk everything out of him. so, his lip can only tremble as he looks down at you with panic in his teary eyes; but he can’t close his legs, or find it in himself to push you away.
“i-it hurts, i can’t—”
but he weakly fights against the pain and pleasure before it all overwhelms him and he’s spilling down your throat again. it’s so much that he twists a hand through his soft tresses, tugging hard in hopes of grounding himself.
this always happens, whenever you suck his cock. you’re never able to stop, and despite what he says, he doesn’t want you to.
ʚ synopsis: after Geto catches you and Gojo fucking, you both let him join
ʚ cont: fem reader, eiffel tower position, throat fucking, dacryphilia, dirty talk, unprotected sex, cum eating, multiple orgasms, rough sex
ʚ note: this can be read as a stand alone, but pt. 1 is here
MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI
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"S-satoru fuck, Satoru let her breathe-" Suguru groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as he wrapped his hand around Satoru's wrist, weakly pulling at it to get him to back off a bit for your sake. "She can take it, can't you pretty girl?" All you could do was moan around Suguru's cock in response as Gojo ruthlessly fucked you into his best friend's pelvis, your throat forced to open up for Geto's cock as he pressed your head down on him.
Geto choked at the feeling of you moaning around him, the sound going straight to his balls. Tears were long streaming down your face from Gojo's mean thrusts. Your nails dug into the bed and Geto's waist as you gripped him for dear life, his much larger hand cupped over your own and weakly tangled with yours as he tried his best to comfort you through taking his dick down your throat.
"Tell me how good her throat feels, haven't fucked it in a while." You whined when Gojo gripped your waist with both hands and fucked into you harder, his balls slapping against your now overstimulated clit. You could feel another orgasm creeping up on you already, and you weren't sure how many more you could take before you finally collapsed.
"Fuck-" Geto groaned, his large hand leaving the back of Gojo's on his head to caress your cheek as he looked down at you lovingly, adoring how good your lips looked wrapped around his cock. You did your best to look up at him, but the tears of overstimulation were making your vision blurry, causing you to blink rapidly. Geto groaned at the view of you staring at him with furrowed eyebrows nonetheless.
"Just how long have you two been fucking?" Geto asked, his lips pressing together just as you felt his cock twitch in your throat, making you cough around him. Gojo laughed at his question as he stopped his hips flush against yours, rolling them in circles as he rubbed your sweet spot deep inside you, making you see stars. "Hmm… I don't know." He said, pretending to think by rubbing at his chin and looking at the ceiling as he continued rolling his hips against your ass in excruciating bliss.
You reached up and grabbed Gojo's hand that was pressing your mouth down on Geto's cock, silently asking him to let you go. "Oh? Wanna say something, baby?" He asked, relenting and letting you take a breath, all the while keeping his pace against you. You had nothing to say, you just let your orgasm wash over you as the top half of your body collapsed against the sheets, your nails digging into Geto's throat as you held onto him like an anchor as your orgasm assaulted your body.
Gojo cursed, a strangled laugh leaving his lips when he felt your cunt strangling his cock like you were trying to milk him for all he was worth. He started up a pace again, fucking your orgasm from your body and prolonging your pleasure in the process. "Shit…" Geto cursed, covering his mouth with his hand as he watched you unravel on his beat friend's cock, his other hand leaving your own to wrap around his throbbing cock, stroking it as he watched you.
"She was gonna choke if she came while my cock was down her throat," Geto groaned, "You need to be more careful, Satoru." he chastized, making his best friend swat his hand at him in retaliation. "Nahh, she doesn't like when I'm careful, that's why she fucks me." You almost blacked out when Gojo wrapped his hand under your body and found your clit, rubbing it in circles and effectively turning your brain to mush as your head repeatedly knocked into Geto's thigh from his rough thrusts.
"Is that true, pretty girl?" Geto asked, cupping your face while leaning down a bit, never slowing down his thrusts as he fucked his own hand. You were slow to respond, nodding limply for a while while whines and curses left your lips before you found your words. "He's so- fucking mean," you cried, making Geto pout for you, but you didn't fail to notice the way the corner of his lip curled up a bit at that.
"But you like when I'm mean, don't try to get sympathy." Gojo pouted, rubbing your clit faster while adding more pressure. "Suck him off again pretty, I wanna watch him when he cums down your throat." You looked up at Geto and noticed he was sharing what looked like a heated look at Satoru, one that made you clench harder around his cock.
"I'll be gentle," Suguru whispered, looking back down at you as he helped you regain your balance and sit the front half of your body up. Your mouth was watering as you focused on the way Suguru was jerking off just in front of your lips, a heavy bead of precum pearling in his pretty slit before dripping onto the sheets below you. You leaned forward and took him into your throat easily since you had him in your throat before.
The groan that left Geto's lips sent electricity shocking down your body, threatening to push you over the edge again. You wanted to whine when Gojo pulled out abruptly, heavy pants leaving his lips. You couldn't hear any slick sounds from behind you that were telling you he was jerking off, so you were confused as to why he pulled out like that. You just focused on breathing through Geto's deep thrusts into your throat.
"What's wrong Satoru? Did you almost finish again?" Geto teased, running his nails across your scalp. The action was calming, making your lids flutter before they fell as he relaxed your body. You so badly wanted to bed for Gojo to put his cock back in, but you were enjoying this little break. "Yeah, almost came when you put it back in her throat." He said, making you furrow your eyebrows together. You almost did too when you heard Geto groan. Is that why he almost came?
Geto was stupidly hot and had the voice of a god, you weren't shocked his deep voice almost made him finish too. Your back arched and you held your breath when Gojo started slipping his cock back inside you, the stretch of him feeling so satisfying, like he was meant to be inside you. "Wait for me." Geto said, his cock throbbing inside your mouth, "I'm not gonna last like this anyways."
"You never told me how it feels. C'mon, don't be greedy." Satoru pushed, thrusting into you at a steady pace again, not as hard and fast as before, but it still felt good especially when he started slowly rubbing your clit in circles again, almost soothingly. "It's so tight, and warm." Geto started, looking down at you as you looked up at him, meeting his beautiful slightly purple eyes. "Yeah?" Gojo asked, his thrusts growing almost sloppy and a little faster.
"Yeah, she's sucking me in when I pull back too, it's like she doesn't want me to leave." Gojo wasn't the only one getting off on his words in that slightly raspier voice than normal, from sleepiness and arousal. You squeezed around his cock, your lashes fluttering every time you took him to the back of your throat. "Fuck, keep talking." You would have cracked a smile if you could, Gojo was fucking loving this.
"Every time she moans I can feel it in my fucking stomach, Satoru." He groaned, petting your cheek as he shook his head at you while looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky. You whined around him, making him shiver, his long eyelashes fluttering before he tipped his head back. "I'm gonna cum." He groaned, his nails against your scalp raking a bit harder as he got closer and closer to his high.
"Me too." Gojo groaned, his hand digging into your hip as he brought you back on his cock, your ass slapping against his pelvis lewdly with each thrust. "Cum with me baby, cum all over my cock, I need to feel it you know I do." Gojo cooed at you, his hand that was grabbing your hip moving to caress down your spine, making goosebumps break over your skin. You whined harder around Geto's cock when he started rubbing your little clit faster, trying to force your orgasm out of your body, not that it needed much coaxing.
Geto's breathing picked up, as did his sloppy thrusts right before he pulled out. He grabbed your chin with his large hand, caressing your bottom lip with his thumb. Your moans instantly fell freely from your lips, only making both the men fall faster into their highs. "Open your mouth, baby, I wanna cum on your tongue." You groaned at his words before you let your jaw open, your tongue peeking out between your lips as you looked up at him expectantly, gripping his hip harshly as he stroked himself off at a furious pace.
"Oh shit," Gojo whined, you could feel how bad he was shaking behind you, obviously trying to hold out until you and Geto came so he could watch the show before he was fucked out beyond his mind and unable to comprehend anything as he came. He could tell it was about to be a hard one. Just as you felt yourself tip over the edge, Geto's body went rigid, his breath reaching a halt before he broke.
You flinched when the first spurt of his cum landed on your cheek. He groaned long and loud as he released all over your face and tongue, his head falling back in bliss as he shakily jerked himself through his orgasm, making an absolute mess of you. You cried out when you felt Gojo cum inside you right when you came. The moan that fell from his lips made your stomach do summersaults as your orgasm wracked through your body.
"Fuck- fuck- f-fuck." Gojo repeated the curse over and over as he thrust against your ass each time he came. His body was shaking violently, his abs tensing and unsensing against your lower back as he curled over you, his body weak and spent as his half-hard cock kept twitching while he was buried deep inside you. Suguru sat down on the shitty motel bed, one leg straight, the other curled as you laid your head on his thigh with Gojo's body crushing yours as he caught his breath.
"Holy shit." Geto groaned, wiping his dirty hand on the bed before he ran it through his hair, getting the strays out of his flushed face. "You're telling me," Gojo replied, his voice weak and muffled from his cheek being squished against your back. You were going to let him keep crushing your body until you swear you felt him drool on you. "Close your mouth Satoru, yuck," you complained, weakly lifting your arm to swat him away. He only tangled your fingers together and pressed your conjoined hands against the sheets.
"Shhh…" He replied, sounding like he was seconds away from falling asleep. You were relieved when Geto started running his hand over your scalp, his fingers tickling the back of your neck when he caressed there. "You have to pull out Satoru unless you want her to kick your ass when you give her an STI." He joked, reaching down your back to flick his sweaty forehead.
Gojo groaned, lifting his head slightly to pout at his friend. "I'm giving her aftercare, 5 more minutes." He replied, his heavy head slapping against your back once more. "I don't know how laying on me with your entire weight is aftercare…" You added, rolling your eyes at his antics. You closed your sleepy eyes when you felt Geto place a soft kiss against your forehead as he started to get up from the bed. "I'll run a bath, when I'm done if he's not off of you, I'll take care of him." You smiled at him sweetly, reaching for his hand and pressing a kiss to the back of his hand in thanks before he walked off to the bathroom to run you a much-needed bath.
Kenji Sato who is too tired to have sex, so he grinds against your ass from behind, two fingers deep in your pussy as he kisses your neck and whispers praise and promises against your skin.
*"You're so wet for me, taking my fingers so well."*
*"I promise to fuck you in the morning until night comes."*
*"Maybe I'll put a baby in you and make you a mommy, too."*
summary: kenji sato doesn't handle losing well, but if your body is the consolation prize then maybe it's not so bad
wc: 2k
cw: porn with, like, a teaspoon of plot, oral (m receiving), pinv, praise, unprotected sex, breeding kink
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You watched as the timer on the scoreboard ran out, signifying the end of the game and subsequently the Giants’ loss. It was a rare loss, one that would definitely have Kenji in a sour mood. He prided himself on being the best of the best and didn't handle losing very well, especially not to a rival team.
The ride home was a silent one. You glanced over at him in the passenger seat to see him with his hands clenched into fists and a scowl marring his visage. No matter how much you complimented his performance, he always shot your words down, going on about how he could have been better and citing instances that he felt were examples of poor decision-making. You sighed and refocused your attention on the road, opting to let him stew in his frustration. Sometimes people just need to be upset for a while to feel better.
By the time you arrived home, Kenji seemed to have calmed down, but there was still an annoyed furrow in his brows. You placed your purse on the kitchen counter before turning to him with a gentle smile and pulling him down to your level to place a sweet kiss on his forehead. With his face between your hands, you said, “I’m so proud of you, no matter the outcome of the game.”
He pulled your hands from his face and nuzzled it into your neck, placing a kiss at the juncture of your shoulder. “Keep going,” he whispered, releasing your hands and placing his own on your hips.
You swallowed thickly, trying to regain the focus he had so quickly stolen from you.
“And you’re an amazing player.” He hummed, placing another kiss higher up.
“And you’re an amazing boyfriend.” He smiled against your skin, planting another kiss against your jaw.
“And I’m so lucky to call you mine.”
That was all it took to have him surge forwards, crashing his lips onto yours. You gasped, Kenji’s sudden energy taking you by surprise. The grip he had on your hips tightened as he pulled you closer. He pushed his tongue past your lips, swallowing every sound you made in response to his actions. A tap on your legs was enough for you to take the hint. Arms draped across his shoulders, you jumped up. With you securely in his hold, he carried you out of the kitchen and to your shared bedroom.
He wasted no time in plopping you atop the mattress, situating himself above you; he needed your lips back on his the way he needed oxygen to breathe. He lifted the hem of your shirt up and took your breasts in his hands, continuing to kiss you fervently. You moaned into his mouth, the weight of his toned body on yours a reminder of just how big he was.
He broke the kiss to fully remove your shirt, tossing it without looking or caring where it landed, but he quickly redirected his attention elsewhere. You threw your head back as he peppered kisses up the smooth column of your neck and slid his hands up your side and over your bra, cupping your breasts again and squeezing them gently. “Kenji,” you whined out, the sound of you saying his name like a sweet melody to his ears. He removed one hand and slipped it behind your back, his fingers toying with the clasp of your bra. As soon as it came undone, Kenji wasted no time ripping it from your body as well. He pulled away from you just enough to drink in the sight of your bare chest, a carnal groan rumbling from deep within his chest.
“God, you're so perfect,” he rasped. Eyes still trained on the perfection in front of him, he pulled his own shirt over his head before reassuming his position.
He lowered his head to your chest, his lips latching onto your nipple as his left hand tweaked the other one. You gasped, arching into the warmth of your lover. Kenji had made it his personal mission to excel both on the field and off of it. If he couldn’t excel on the field today, then he would make damn sure to excel on you in the bedroom. Your breath hitched after a particularly brutal suck, your reaction causing him to chuckle against your skin and switch to the other side, his warm mouth replacing his hand. Once he felt satisfied with his ministrations, he began trailing slow, sensual kisses down your abdomen until he reached the waistband of your shorts. He brought both of his hands to the front of the material as he kissed his way back up, removing your bottoms all the while.
The sharp sound of your zipper being pulled down cut through the sound of your heavy breathing, and your shorts were soon being guided down your legs and ultimately joining your discarded shirt somewhere on the floor. He raised himself until he was kneeling, looking down at you and reveling in the fact that you were all his. “My pretty girl,” he breathed out quietly, nearly awed into silence. His praise sent heat straight to your core, the wetness already beginning to noticeably soak through your panties. You wanted more than anything for him to bury his face between your legs, but tonight was about him. When he leaned over you to resume his ministrations, you pushed against his shoulder with one hand as you raised yourself up with the other, urging him onto his back.
You settled yourself between his legs and mirrored his actions from just a few moments ago. He watched you attentively with baited breath as you successfully tugged his pants downwards, bringing some relief to his aching cock still straining against his boxers. Before you were able to remove his pants entirely, he kicked them off himself. Impatient to feel you against him, he sat up just enough to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you back down with him. Your hands splayed against his bare chest to support yourself, and he chuckled at your shocked expression, waiting on you to make the next move.
You trailed your hands delicately down his chest as you kissed every inch of his exposed skin that you could, making sure to leave no part of him unappreciated or neglected. You continued kissing your way down his body, his eyes trained on you the whole time. You flicked your eyes up to meet his once you leveled yourself with the bulge in his boxers. He had propped himself up on his elbows to look down at you, his mouth open in complete awe of the sight of you and his breath coming out in quick pants. “Fuck, baby, please keep going,” he whined.
You would do anything he asked so long as he begged like that. You pressed a chaste kiss to the fabric before sliding it down, his erection springing free. He hissed as the cold air enveloped his sensitive cock. You took it in your hand and stroked lightly, paying special attention to the tip. He let out a shuddering breath and then an abrupt moan as you licked the precum leaking from his swollen head.
His fingers threaded themselves through your hair as you slowly worked your way down, taking as much as you could and stroking what you couldn’t. You swirled your tongue around the girth of him, eliciting deep groans from the back of his throat. He bucked his hips involuntarily in response to the overwhelming pleasure, his body falling back against the mattress as you drained out his strength to support himself. You hollowed your cheeks as you bobbed your head, your tongue caressing the underside of his cock. His grip on your hair tightened as the heavenly feeling of your mouth on him had stars bursting behind his eyelids like fireworks.
“So good baby, so so good,” he praised, unable to focus on anything but the all-consuming sensations you were giving him. You felt him twitch in your mouth, indicating just how close he was to cumming down your throat. His imminent orgasm seemed to send him back to reality. He tugged your hair with just enough force to get his message across, and you pulled back with a pop, looking at him with a questioning expression.
“Take your panties off and get on top of me, sweetheart. I wanna cum in your sweet pussy. Gonna make you a mommy.” You did as he said, and he sat up, pulling you with him until you were situated in his lap, your cunt hovering just above where he wanted you most. He lined himself up with your entrance, his other hand placed firmly on your thigh. You slowly sunk down on him, the stretch making you wince. “Such a good girl f’me,” he encouraged, his words starting to slur together a bit. “Doing so well.”
You continued to lower yourself onto his cock, your eyes half-lidded as the sensation of being so full set every nerve alight. Once he bottomed out inside out you, neither of you moved for a moment, pausing to get accustomed to each other’s bodies.
With your hands on his shoulders to keep your balance, you slowly raised yourself up before dropping back down. Kenji grunted and splayed his hands across your hips. Again and again and again, you dropped your weight onto his lap, and each time you did he bucked up into you, not content with letting you do all the work.
But soon your legs grew tired and you couldn’t keep up the pace. “Kenji,” you whined pitifully. He knew what you wanted and obliged instantly. He flipped you onto your back, and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he began to pump deep inside you, his pace unforgiving. You chanted his name like a mantra, and it only seemed to spur him on. “Want me to cum inside you? Wanna make me a daddy? Hmm?”
“God, yes, Kenji, p-please . . . please don't stop,” you babbled, hardly even aware of what you were saying or who you were anymore as his cock drilled into your tight cunt.
He pulled your legs from his waist and pushed them up so that your knees were hooked over his shoulder, and he was able to push himself in even farther. He continued his brutal pace and you clenched around him, forcing a grunt to fall past his pretty lips. The room was full of the symphony of your shared pleasure, the sounds only adding to the lust you were feeling for one another.
You were gasping for air, the sight of the man above you nearly enough to make you combust right then and there. “I’m so close, Kenji,” you huffed out breathlessly.
“I know, baby, me too, and—oh fuck—and you're going to take every last drop.”
He pressed a thumb onto your clit, rubbing circles over the sensitive nub. Between that and his cock thrusting in and out of you, you were quickly pushed over the edge, the walls of your pussy clenching tightly around Kenji’s cock, bringing him over with you and causing a ring of white to form around the base of him, both of you calling out each other’s names in your ecstasy.
He stilled inside you as you both gradually came down from your highs, panting heavily. He pulled his softening cock from you, and his cum dripped out now that he was no longer keeping it trapped in. You were thoroughly worn out and barely awake, your eyes drooping shut. A soft smile spread across Kenji’s features as he got up to retrieve a cloth from the adjacent bathroom. He got you cleaned up and plopped back down beside you, tenderly pulling the sheets over your naked figures. He pulled you against his chest securely where you fell asleep almost as soon as you closed your eyes, content to be in the safety of your lover’s arms.
As Kenji lay there holding your sleeping form against his, his thoughts drifted to the ring he had stashed away in his nightstand, his own eyes closing as his smile grew a little.
Childhood Best Friend! Kenji Sato who came to you after a tough fight. He was covered in bruises and cuts and he was bleeding a bit, but he trusted you more than anyone.
Childhood Best Friend! Kenji Sato, who you forced to take a shower before you treated his wounds. You only had a pair of sweats that he had left at your place, so he had to go without boxers.
Childhood Best Friend! Kenji Sato, who would not stop admiring you while you stitched up the gash on his side. You were wearing red shorts and a black crop top, and he tried to physically stop himself, but he couldn't resist
Childhood Best Friend! Kenji Sato who had randomly kissed you, pulling back to apologize but wasn't even allowed to finish because you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed him.
Childhood Best Friend! Kenji Sato who had pulled you into his lap while you made out, your hands tangled in his hair and his fingers pushing your shorts down and off your body.
Childhood Best Friend! Kenji Sato who was surprised when you broke the kiss to slip off his lap and down onto your knees in front of him. You looking up at him with your cheeks red, your lips turned up into an innocent smile (you weren't), and your eyes full of just had his cock harder than it had ever been before in his life.
Childhood Best Friend! Kenji Sato who let out a groan when you pulled his cock out of his sweats and kissed the tip, licking off the pre cum before taking him fully in your mouth.
Childhood Best Friend! Kenji Sato who watched as you sucked him off, his hand pulling your hair as he fucked your mouth.
"Fuck, you're so good at this." "Just like that, baby, keep going." "My pretty girl, sucking my dick so well." "Make sure to swallow all of it, be good for me."
Childhood Best Friend! Kenji Sato who fucked your tight pussy all night long, filling you up with so much cum it was leaking out of you every time he pushed his cock into your cunt.
And Childhood Best Friend! Kenji Sato who proposed to you two months later after you found out you were pregnant.
Synopsis. No, your clan leader husband won’t stop until he gives you an heir. No, you don’t think you’ll make it out alive.
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, clan leader! Gojo, established relationship, he’s cray-cray (for you), bréeding - like a LOT, oral (fem receiving), unprotected, creampíe, marathon, séx, running from it, use of “my wife”, overstim, FÉRAL Satoru, absolutely heinous, mentions of kníves and bIood, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 5.3k
A/N. Guess what ya girlie is back with clan leader Gojo hehe.
An heir to the Gojo clan - no matter how small, how weak - could eradicate all three of the big clans before even being born. Much like their father.
You knew that. Satoru knew that. And, unfortunately for him, so did the stuck-up old toad currently sputtering across from him.
“I am not asking for permission.” Satoru smiles, deathly calm. “Simply that everyone vacates the Estate. After all, what the madam wants, the madam shall get.”
“But- but young master! It’s madness- An heir can tip the scales of power like never before!” The elder lunges frantically over the meeting room table. “I cannot allow- a-and considering the madam’s lowly lineage-”
Schwing!
They say that the infamous young head of the Gojo clan has a katana as hauntingly beautiful as he is - a blade of pure white, with a sapphire hilt. Though, there wasn’t anyone left to tell the tale - and Satoru wasn’t about to let that change anytime soon.
The long, deceptively delicate sword glints sharply against Satoru’s humorless grin, and those cold, cold eyes. Unblinking - crazed, as he hums, “What did you say about my wife?”
The man in front of him can do nothing but yelp in fear, “I- it could- the scale of ah-”
“No.” The freezing cold blade presses deeper against skin. And Satoru’s tutting, “Try again.”
“Th-the madam!” Pathetic tears stain those expensive tatami mats below, every shred of previous ego wiped away as the elder’s forced to echo his words. “It is no lie that her b-background is…unsuitable-”
Oh this was why Satoru hated these meetings - and for once in his life he’d been the one to summon it instead of being forced to attend. What a joke. If only this elder had agreed to vacate everyone in the Estate like he’d wanted, then none of this would’ve happened. Seriously, how hard was it to get some alone time with you?
Satoru sighs, blue yukata rustling as he grips the hilt tighter. “Do you know why you’re here, advisor? Why any of you little council of elders are still here?” And he doesn’t wait for an answer - couldn’t care less about it anyway. Plowing on in that same sweet, dangerous tone - as if scolding a stubborn child, “My lovely wife is kind, you see. Too kind. Doesn’t like for me to get my hands dirty.”
He lets his arm retract slightly, as if giving up on the conversation topic at hand. And oh for all his wisdom, the elder should’ve known better than to let the silence lull into one of safety. Should’ve known better than to let out a breath of relief. Relaxing - ever-so-slightly, to be stupid enough to mutter, “S-see young master. I told- you-”
Because this was Gojo Satoru, and he’s chuckling - and that was never a good sign for anyone but you. “She’d make such a perfect mother, don’t you think?”
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SLAM!
You startle - there was only ever one person that dared to kick open the doors of the Gojo Estate that way, like he was out for blood.
Eyes tearing from your window towards the now-splintered doorway and-
Oh. Oh shit.
Your voice dies in your throat as the metallic tang of blood hits your nose - followed very shortly by the realization that this was your husband. Towering figure leaning against the frame, gaze frantic - bouncing off everywhere but you, fingers twitching on the stained handle of his katana, looking for all the world like he’d seen a ghost.
What the fuck happened?
“Satoru?” you breathe. And the sound of your voice his eyes finally snap to you - widening, like he’d finally noticed your figure standing there. Like he was seeing you after a thousand years. Stepping forward in concern, “Are you o-”
You’ve barely made it two steps before Satoru’s closing the distance in a split-second, dropping to his knees before you with a harsh thump!
You wince at the sound, but if it hurt then he doesn’t show it. Anything but - in fact, looking more blissed out than you’ve ever seen him as he lets his prized katana clatter to the floor, looping two powerful arms around your waist.
And it’s times like this - when he nuzzles his cheek against your stomach, sighing in contentment - that you forget about those blossoming stains of red on his yukata. None of his, you bet.
Threading your fingers through his soft hair, you repeat, “Are you okay, Toru?”
And oh.
Oh, it only takes those words - and your sweet sweet voice - before Satoru’s entire body jolts. Taking a sharp inhale, fingers trembling as they clutch onto the fabric of your yukata. “An heir.” Words strained, ragged. Some deep, visceral part of himself peaking up at you through those hazy, half-lidded eyes, “Would you give me an heir, my wife?”
You weren’t making it out alive.
You’re gasping - partially because of his words, partially because that’s all it takes for him to yank you down. Sprawling you out like such a slut on the floor. “Wha- an heir?”
It’s not something you expected him to even consider - that sleepy, quiet little pillowtalk from earlier today where you’d mindlessly wondered out loud whether your husband was ready for kids. Hell, Satoru was never a morning person, so you didn’t expect him to even have heard the question let alone this.
Nosing at your racing pulse, whispering, “An heir. You think I’d ever deny you, pretty?” Like he couldn’t believe it himself - sharp canines nipping at your neck, “My heir.”
It’s like it was the only thing he could say - could even think about right now as his lips burned a path down your jaw, into the valley of your breasts. Muffled, “N’ now we have the Estate all to ourselves, so I can ruin you as much as I hah- want.”
And for the second time today, you’re actually registering that this wasn’t the same yukata your husband had kissed senseless in before the meeting. Or, at least, those patches of red were new.
“Satoru…” You pull his face back.
“No- no no please- Come back-” you squeal when he just drags you across the floor by the hips, pressing you up against that massive bulge, back to sloppily kissing the underside of your jaw. “Was jus’ one I swear- m’sorry about gettin’ the fabric dirty.”
“Satoru.”
“Wasn’t gonna break you where everyone could hear right?”
And fuck he doesn’t wait to hear a response, no - it’s been far too long, and every little scold from you has all the blood in Satoru’s body rushing to his aching cock. His lips are crashing onto yours, so desperate and needy.
“Sa-toru!” you manage to squeal through the way he sips at your candied lips. Letting out pained, breathless little grunts like each swipe of his tongue against your mouth was driving him insane.
“Shhh shhh, m’here m’here.” he pants into your open mouth, hands wandering everywhere. Cupping your ass, your breasts, nudging open your jaw to let him suck so filthily on your tongue. “Fuck- m’here.” He’s licking up the drool pooling at the corner of your mouth already, “N’ m’gonna ruin-” One hand makes its way to palm your clothed cunt, “-her.”
But, alas, no matter how many times Satoru’s done this before - it never gets any easier, or as less heavenly of a sight for him.
With you all disheveled and splayed out for him, your tits almost spilling out of your yukata with the way his hands have been so greedy. So thoughtless.
Satoru groans, dipping his head forward to peck messily at your lips. “Mmm- ” Pulling back just enough to mutter, “Gonna let me breed this pretty cunt, hm?”
It’s all you can do to give him a half-delirious little nod of agreement, lower lip wobbling at just how hungrily he was looking at you. Eyes wide, lips curling into a crazed smile, fingers trembling with anticipation as he deftly works on untying your robe.
“Is my wife gonna give me a pretty baby?” He gasps out, strangled. “An heir?” He presses a sloppy peck to your glossy lips, strings of spit snapping when he breaks apart to whisper. “One to take out all these dumb fucks?” Again, so dizzyingly. And again. “Oh how I’d love to see their fuckin’ faces.” And again and again and again. Kisses punctuated by that little mantra - “An heir. My heir. I need you to give me a baby, pretty.”
And then your yukata’s being pulled down your shoulders, the expensive fabric ripping down the side with the way he was so ravenous. Goosebumps prickling down your skin as fast as Satoru can get his hands on every inch of you.
“Oh, look at you.” his jaw falls slack, palms kneading at your soft breasts. “Fuck- the mother of my kids.” He rolls his thumb over your hardened nipples, rubbing lazy little circles, “I need to- fuck!”
Before you know it he’s pinning your arching body down onto the floor. One hand easily pinning down both of yours, the other angling your lips back onto his, a knee wedged between your damp thighs.
You whine at the feeling of Satoru’s thigh rubbing up against your drenched panties.
But he could barely hear - fuck, you didn’t even know if Satoru was breathing with the way he wraps his pretty pink lips around one of your pert nipples. Eyes rolling to the back of his head, cheeks hollowing as he sucks - harsh.
“Need to fill these up- s’gonna be so sweet. So full.” he’s blabbering into your tits, tongue rolling around your sensitive nipples. Incessant, like he was somehow trying to draw out milk. “I can only hope they hah- share, right?”
You buck your hips up, mewling as your throbbing clit catches on the dips and curves of the muscles on Satoru’s leg. “P-please, Toru. Don’t tease.”
And oh, when has he ever denied you? Hell, Satoru would burn down this entire world and himself if it meant giving his wife anything and everything. Especially the future mother of his kids.
With a final, playful bite, you watch with glassy eyes at the way he dances his lips down. Slow. Teasing. Eyes locked with you all the while like some sort of predator cornering his prey.
“And this-” Satoru stops halfway down, pressing a deep, sultry kiss onto your bare stomach, “Oh this. Gonna be so round n’ pretty. Absolutely glowing f’me, right? Fuck!”
Snapping his head down at the feeling of your grinding your hips so sluttily onto his legs, slick seeping through your panties and onto his skin.
“Oh.” he sighs, awe-struck. More to himself than you at this point, “You can kill me if you’re not with my heir by the time we’re done, pretty.”
A promise.
And with it went whatever was left of Satoru’s poor sanity - and whatever pathetic chance there was of you making it out of this alive.
Immediately, Satoru fists your flimsy panties in his grasp. So see-through they were practically useless anyway. Reveling in your panicked little gaze as he pulls - rips them clean off your dripping cunt.
“Oh god- There we go.” he moans, hooking two arms underneath your legs and pushing up, up, up - all the way until your knees were pressing up against your tits. Your lips wobble when Satoru takes the time to admire your pussy, breaths coming out in feverish little puffs to watch the way you glisten and clench at nothing. Licking his lips - salivating even - at the sight of your slick beading through your puffy folds. He runs a thumb along your sopping wet slit, “Better wish her good luck tonight.”
And, usually, your husband was refined - he teased and toyed with your poor cunt until you were begging to have an ounce of friction. But right now, it’s a wonder he doesn’t get whiplash with how fast he’s pushing his face into your pussy.
“Mm-” Satoru’s eyes roll to the back of his head as his tongue laps at your dripping wet cunt. Tipping his head back, back, back to let your sweet sweet juices slide down his throat. “Fuck that. Even luck won’t save you from me- hah-”
“Toru!” you arch off the cool floor as he cards the tip of his tongue between your puffy folds. From the base of your sloppy entrance, all the way up to your throbbing clit. “Hngh- s’too-”
He was going too fast too soon.
You whine at the palm pushing your unstable hips flat onto the ground, holding you still while Satoru licks all over as he pleases. “Now now, how are ya gonna ngh- fuck so sweet- handle later if ya can’t even handle this, pretty?”
Sucking on your clit in such a messy, open-mouthed kiss. “Fuck. Shouldn’t have told me about an heir.” he’s murmuring into your cunt. Harsh - rolling his tongue against the sensitive nub in a way he knows will have you crying out so prettily. “Fuuuck you shouldn’t h- oh- Ohhh, look at you, my wife.”, breathing in deep, ragged gasps of air only to go deeper. “Fuck- just look at you. You’re so wet I could fuck you just like this.”
As if to prove his point, he’s urgently bullying the tip of his tongue between your plushy walls. And it was true - so pathetically true. You take him in so easily.
Somehow, you manage to crack an eye open to spy downwards - only to be met with Satoru’s eyes already on yours. Hazy, curtained by his messy hair, swollen lips curving up to flash you such a devilish grin as he squeezes his tongue past that feeble, first ring of resistance. In and out in and out in and-
“Ohh. Squeezing me so fuckin’ tight.” His jaw grinds deeper, nose flush against your clit. “Ya like that idea? Like the thought of me p-painting ah- slutty pussy white already?”
Your embarrassed little whine isn’t enough of an answer for your husband. No, he’s pressing his fingers - all glossy and covered with a sheen of your slick - onto your pulsing clit. Just barely grazing in a way that has you crying out.
Making out with your cunt so sloppily, “Tha’s more like it.” Heavy eyes boring into yours - goading, even, for you to give more of a reaction. “Fuck- use those words, pretty. Scream.” Satoru’s fucking into your sloppy hole the way he’s been dreaming to do with his rock-hard cock. “After all, we h-have the Estate all to ourselves, right?”
Faster. Sloppier.
Pushing and pulling his tongue in a way that has you sobbing, “Yes! Please- wan’- ngh” Thighs squeezing around Satoru’s fervent head, “W-wan you to jus’ breed me, Toru-”
Oh.
Fuck, you might’ve just signed your will away at this point.
Because in a split-second, you’re cumming.
Shit, were you glad that there was no one in the house. Sobbing out a broken whine of his name, fingers white-knuckled on Satoru’s hair while you gush all over his pretty face. Just dragging your sloppy cunt all over his mouth - using him through your high.
And he’s more than happy to be dragged and angled all you please. Greedily lapping up your syrupy sweet juices, just dipping his tongue into your hole to feel the way you clench around him.
But it’s not long before Satoru’s pulling away. Swallowing a disappointed whine, you gape up at the absolutely feral man looming above you.
Lips plump and glossy, your juices dripping all the way down his chin, his jaw. Teeth bared, a pretty pink blush dusting over those cheeks - and you have half the mind to wonder how high the kill count actually is. Whether you’d be on it, too.
“Heh, kill count?” Satoru grins, teeth grazing so dangerously over your racing pulse. Shit, did you say that out loud? “Funny, real funny.” And with that, he’s thumbing apart your swollen folds, biting his lips at the sight of your quivering hole. “Wonder if our- hah- kid’s gonna have your-” Without warning, he spits. Once. Twice. Gliding the pads of his fingers along the thick globs of spit on your cunt, “-humor?”
And oh how ironic it was for Satoru to be groaning out sweet little spiels of what your kids might look like, when his fingers were anything but.
Stretching out your gummy entrance, having the audacity to laugh - laugh - at how desperately your pussy was trying to milk his fingers.
“Y-you’re so mean-”
“And yer killin’ me- ohhh you’re gonna be the death of me.” he mutters - strained. Depraved. Hastily pushing apart his yukata. He hisses, “Fuck-”
You can’t help but gasp at the sinful sight before you - Satoru’s blush reaches down his sculpted chest, down, down, down all the way to his painfully hard cock. Curved against his abs, already so angry and soaked with precum. Giving you a pretty little peak of those veins glistening against the dim lighting.
Before you even know what’s happening, he’s circling his fat, weepy head around your sloppy hole. Slow, lazy patterns to tease your cunt. “Can only pray m’not dead before I see ngh- fuck- my heir.”
It’s like something breaks. And Satoru’s remembering that no, this isn’t just any child - it’s the next Gojo. That grip on the base of his swollen cock tightening when he slips past your pussy lips.
“Oh! Toru- f-fuck wait s’too big-” you keen, nails digging into where his yukata was sliding off his milky, sculpted shoulders. Hard enough to break skin. “It’s ah-”
“No.” he spits into your sagging mouth. “No no no no- wait fuck- ngh squeezing so fucking- tight.” Hips pushing in quick, shallow little thrusts to squeeze more of his achy head inside. “Fuck- fuck fuck fuck hold on. Need this. Need this so bad- please!”
And you can’t do anything but arch into his touch, scrambling up onto your elbows to- shit, that was a bad idea.
Because one look at the sight of your poor cunt, all bulging and stretched out on Satoru’s massive cock was enough to have you running away.
You’d barely made a movement to escape, feet flattening on the floor to buck your hips because shit it was too much. And it was a useless effort, anyway, because Satoru’s dragging you back so easily, pulling your limp body deeper down his swollen cock.
“Need this. Need this need this so bad, pretty.” he groans, barely even halfway in yet. Still pushing, still relentless. “Need to breed this cunt so bad.”
Some tiny, useless part of Satoru’s rationality knows that he should slow down - maybe give you a second to relax. To maybe even breathe. But he was out of control now, hips stuttering and wrenching forwards like he couldn’t stop.
So he’s simply gripping onto your shaky thighs harder, sure to leave neat little indents of his nails to admire tomorrow - or, whenever he gets back his sanity, that is.
Satoru hisses at the way you’re so pliant below him. Limp, letting him rest your legs on his muscled shoulders. “Think I needa manhandle ya more often, pretty.” Pressing down, down - all the way until you were folded in half beneath him in such a mean mating press. “Can’t- can’t stop-”
The change in angle makes you scream out Satoru’s name - and it makes him bottom out. Finally.
Fuck, you weren’t making it out alive.
“Oh.” he grunts at the feeling of his heavy balls smacking against your ass, his fat, leaky tip kissing against your cervix. God, if Satoru was any less of a man he thinks he could’ve cum just from the feeling of you trying to suck him up already.
“Oh- oh my god-” you gasp when he presses down about halfway down your stomach, Pressing down for that bulge, hard. “You’re in s-so deep ngh- S’like you’re pushing into my ngh- lungs.”
Fuck, if you talked any more with that pretty mouth then Satoru was bound to pass out. Blindly, he’s feeling for your pouty mouth, kissing and nibbling at your wobbling lips like a subconscious apology. For what was to come, that is.
Because Satoru Gojo spares no apologies when he starts moving - finally. Finally fucking you the way he’s been dreaming of all throughout that droning meeting.
And he says so - a little over fifteen times, in fact, while he splits you apart on his cock.
“-n’ when I was negotiating those ngh- c-clan deals. N’ when I was at that meeting-” he gasps, shoving your legs so far apart it burned. “S’all I could hah- think of. Everything - don’t give a fuck if I got a contract wrong.”
Each word was punctuated by a rough, harsh ram of his cock, stretching out your gummy walls so far apart like he wanted to make his mark there. Pushing - even when he could feel his aching tip nudging at your cervix.
So merciless - violent even - with the way he’s slamming back into you. Molding your plushy walls to every ridge and curve of his massive cock. It was impossible to even form coherent sentences with his harsh pace.
A large hand flattens beside your head as Satoru’s thrusts get deeper. More purposeful. You almost sob at the sheer pressure when he dances his fingers down to rub quick, methodical little circles on your clit. “Toru-” you moan, like a prayer. “M-more.”
But it wasn’t enough.
“More.” Satoru breathes, more to himself than anything. And shit at that very moment you almost understood why even the most hardened of clan leaders feared to even look at Gojo Satoru wrong. Because he was giving you a sopping, fucked-out smile, eyes widened, voice trembling, “You want more?”
And of course this was the strongest. Of course, he was ruthless.
Of course, it takes him exactly two seconds to pull out of your heavenly cunt and flip you onto your stomach. One hand coming under you to angle your hips up until you were on all fours - like some ragdoll. The other feverish, distracting on your clit while he bullies his achingly hard cock past your sopping entrance once more.
“Fuck!” your voice is hoarse when you scream. Teeth gritting because fuck the stretch was too sinful and Satoru’s hips were too harsh. Too hellbent on fucking into you like he’d lost control. “O-oh please, Toru-”
He doesn’t waste time easing you into it this time, picking up where he left off with that maddening cadence. And you were glad he had an arm on your hips because your knees were weakening with each thrust, slowly sliding down the floor before-
“Aw, my poor girl.” you hear Satoru coo from above you. Muscled chest rubbing up against your back, “S’alright. M’gonna take care of it. You jus’ hafta take it- jus’ take it like the good lil’ wife you are.” his body bows into yours, strands of white sticking to his forehead. “N’ I’ll take fuck fuck fuck- care of everything.” So sloppy with his rhythm, pushing you further and further up the floor with each movement - only to reel you right back so easily. “I’ll wash ‘em and hah- clothe ‘em n’ t-teach ‘em to take over this godforsaken society. To protect their momma.”
“T-Toru-” you squeal as he only gets more erratic. “I’m…”
“Hm?”
He didn’t even have to ask - he could feel the way you were squeezing so hard around him, like you were trying to suck the fucking soul out of him. The way the only thing you could get out was his name.
His perfect wife.
Sobbing out, “Close! So close. Wan’ cum- Ah! Please-”
He was losing his fucking mind.
Biting down so hard at the crook of your neck to keep himself from cumming before you, he moans deliciously, “Then cum. Fucking cum. Please- wan’ you to cum on my cock.” Wrists aching with how desperate he was moving, “Cum- yeah yeah yeah fucking- cum- Cum for your husband.”
Oh, if heaven was real then whatever was left of that part of Satoru that could still form coherent thoughts knew that this was it.
Watching you fall apart like such a slut all over his cock. Not even realizing it at first - just that your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, swollen lips falling slack, letting out such a pretty cry of his name that he can’t help but cum, too.
You don’t know who’s more far gone - you, with your head spinning, a lewd little ah! ah! ah! leaving your mouth each time Satoru fucks you through your high.
Or him, gushing out in thick, hot ropes of cum that overspill from your snug cunt.
“So muchhh.” you whine, heavy head being held up by your husband. “S’too much.”
And he knew what you were talking about - because Satoru was cumming and cumming and cumming so hard it was like he couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to stop. Because he was mesmerized by that creamy trail of white drooling down your folds, forming an obscene ring at those tufts of white at his base.
“Too much?” Satoru hisses. “Too much?”
You can only give a barely-lucid nod, whimpering when he doesn’t ease up. Not one bit, in fact, Satoru was only abandoning the hand playing with your ravaged clit to press down on your abdomen. Hard.
“There we hah- go. Better now?” The hand supporting your head forced you to look down below, at the sticky mess of white covering your cunt. Slobbering all over Satoru’s cock - even down to his thighs. “Now we got fuck- more space.”
You don’t even realize you’re scrambling away until Satoru gasps, panicked, “No no no- we’re not done, pretty. Fuckkk we’re far from done.” Fingers tightening around your neck to pull you deeper down his cock, holding you in place. Just dragging you along his length. “Gotta make sure it takes. Why else d’you think no one in the Estate will be back until tomorrow?”
He doesn’t wait for a response - not that you could give one, anyway, with how you were being fucked dumb on his cock again.
A strong, powerful leg hooks around yours, pushing you down with his body weight. “So that we ngh- h-have enough time to prepare for my heir.” Weeping head grazing all those sensitive spots so expertly. “T-to plan and and- ruin you and- fuck you feel so good. They’ll be the most powerful- hah- jus’ watch. Those fuckers better w-wait and see.”
So debauched and fucked-out that you don’t even know what he’s running his mouth about now, just heavy, urgent words slurred into your neck while he fucks you just as sloppily.
“Don’t know?”
Fuck. You said it out loud again.
And the embarrassing realization has your eyes screwing open, gazing tearily back at an amused Satoru. Well, as amused as he could be when he was just as wrecked as you.
Kissing your sweaty forehead, hips reeling back all the way until your cunt was missing the stretch - bucking traitorously against the fat mushroom tip grazing your entrance. Making a mess of precum down below.
“S’alright, pretty.” he groans, sandwiching his cock between your puffy folds. “Because you just have to sit there n’ ngh- take- it.”
If you thought that Satoru was broken before then he was absolutely ruined now.
Because there was no reason or rhythm to his actions now - just mindless, feral movements to milk his cock as much as he physically could on your pussy. Running only on pure need and the thought of you round and so full with his kid.
“Ah!” you’re startled out of your reverie by something wet. Whirling sluggishly to catch the tears of overstimulation brimming at Satoru’s heavy eyes - shit, you wondered if he even knew what he was doing at this point. “T-Toru…you- ngh- o-okay?”
The only response you get is an unsteady nod.
“-the best.” he whispers, twitching balls squeezing so painfully with each slap against your ass. Faster. Absolutely soaked with the sinful concoction of your juices and his cum. “We’ll be the best parents- ngh-” And fuck it was so much - too much. Too good. Painful pleasure.
Enough that all it takes is another, sloppy thrust before he’s seeing stars behind his eyes again. Cock twitching wildly inside your cunt as Satoru shoots load after load of cum to paint your pussy white.
So warm with his cum - him - that Satoru’s body moves before his mind. Pooling the mess down below to nudge back into your cunt. “C’mon, pretty, c-can’t get ngh pregnant if ya don’t oh- cum.”
And it’s so embarrassing how that’’s all it takes for you to reach your high with a strained, barely audible moan. Voice shot, your own orgasm nothing but a few tingles that have your thighs fucking back into Satoru’s.
“Satoru- Satoru Satoru Satoru.” you mewl, big fat tears streaming down your cheeks. Birds of a feather, they say.
Hypnotized. Drunk off the feeling.
And, evidently, Satoru was, too.
“Pretty…” his voice rings in your ear. Tinged with a tone you know didn’t bode well for you - or your poor, overfilled cunt. Bloated and dribbling already. “Are- sure- ngh-”
And with a jolt, you realize he’s still moving. Still pushing and pulling in languid, slow strokes. Thighs shaking as the fatigue wears on him.
If anyone saw Satoru like this, they’d have a heart attack. Flushed your favorite shade of pink, the lower half of his body well covered with a sheen of your obscenities. Eyes teary with sensitivity, cock still twitching and so angry as he clears his throat and tries again, “Are we- hah- sure it took?”
“Wh-what-” you gasp, breathing in big, deep inhales. “Yes- yes yes- oh my god it’won’t-”
“It will.” Satoru’s interruption almost comes out as a whine. And he’s more sluggish, dazed when he flips you over onto your back again - not too difficult, with the way you were practically splayed out already. “Th-this pussy is made to take it, right? T-to be bred by me?”
It’s almost like Satoru was begging for confirmation, plugging back in the excess of what was leaking out of your abused pussy. It was spreading in a lewd little pool now, seeping into the non-existent space between you two.
But oh how Satoru loved it. Couldn’t tear his eyes off of it, in fact as he noses at your neck. Barely even thrusting anymore, just raw grinds, “Right? Gotta make sure- ngh- heir. Oh-”
He’s darting his tongue out to lick at the beads of tears streaming down your cheek. The salty taste on his tongue having Satoru’s hips stuttering forwards. Again. And again - alternating, not on purpose - between hitting your cervix and that bruised g-spot. “Gonna give me an heir? Ohhh fuck fuck fuck- lemme breed this cunt?”
You’re using up every bit of energy left in your body to give that slow, shallow nod. Which is all the time it takes for the pool to spread even wider. For Satoru’s fingers to stumble their way back to play with your clit.
Rolling his thumb over in a harsh, uncalculated pattern - if you could even call it that, just jerky, obscene movements to get you off.
And it works. Hell, the two of you are barely in the state of mind to even feel it. But he’s finally cumming again, and so are you.
“Ngh- Fuck-”
With a loud, pained cry Satoru tightens his grip on your body like a vice. Raw, sensitive, overusing his cock until it felt so empty. Until you felt so bloated it was like you could explode - or maybe that was your own orgasm. “Toru- c-cumming.”
You’re not sure, anymore. And you don’t know if either of you could bring yourselves to care at this moment, not when your eyelids grow heavy. Vision tinging with black in the corners, and the only thing you could see was your husbands face - sweaty, eyes almost closed, kiss-bitten lips moving in a soundless whisper.
“-the best- momma.”
A/N. CLAN LEADER GOJO SAVE MEE. Oh yeah the “can’t get pregnant without the momma cumming” bit was based on this old tale I’d heard where people used to gen believe that.
No, husband!Nanami doesn't want kids right now - not when you're both at the height of your careers and your relationship. Not even when those older ladies at the office titter and show off their young ones to him.
No, husband!Nanami doesn't want kids right now when that lost little girl at the park comes up to the two of you. Hugging onto your dress while frantically calling you mama - waving her chubby fingers at the two of you when you finally hand her off to her mother.
No, husband!Nanami doesn't want kids right now no matter what your parents have been teasing him about. Just-so-happening to bring out those tucked-away baby albums of you whenever you both came over for dinner. And if he took a few photos of the adorable pictures then, well, doesn't mean he wants kids right now, right? Right?
No, husband!Nanami doesn't admit he wants kids - not even he's got you folded in half like a ragdoll beneath him. In the meanest mating press, cock so swollen and sloppy as he fucks his seed into you for the fifth time that night. Two fingers come to pool the cum dribbling out the side of your poor pussy, plugging the mess back in as he whispers, "My love...you're gonna give me a daughter, right?"
Suguru’s fingers trail the small of your back, trace a path along the familiar skin.
“Well if you insist,” he replies with a soft smile. Your fingers pinch teasingly at his side, giggles falling from your lips when he bites at your cheek in retaliation.
“I’m scared of the dark.”
His laughter subsides at this, glancing about the dark of his room. The only light breaking the expanse is the beams of the moon sneaking through his blinds.
“I sleep with a nightlight.”
Suguru almost laughs, pokes your side and teases you for your juvenile fear. He pauses at the seriousness in your eyes, the way you shyly look at him from where you lay beneath him.
“I’ve never seen one in your room,” he finally decides on, nose nudging into the crook of your neck as he relaxes against you.
“I hide it before you come over.”
“Why? Were you afraid I’d tease you?”
Your fingers run through the dark tresses of his hair, looping it through your fingers as you contemplate.
“No, I know you wouldn’t. I guess I’m a little less scared when you’re there.”
You feel Suguru’s grin against your skin at your words, though neither of you take note. He pulls you closer to him, presses a kiss to your neck.
“I’m scared of the ocean,” he whispers to you.
“But we were just at the beach last week, we—
Fingers trace a familiar path across your skin, his warm breath puffs against you.
“I guess I’m a little less scared when you’re there.”
