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suguru geto’s one and only⋆.˚˖࿔ ࣪ 19!

[moonii3]

𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀’𝐒 keeping a very, very dark secret from you. ₊⊹ 𝒻. reader

“we’re coming to you live with the latest updates on the four bodies found brutally mutilated outside of shibuya . . .”

your hands tighten on the fabric of sukunas wife beater as the news anchors grimly recounts the attacks that happened only a few blocks from your apartment.

sukuna knows you’re scared.

you’ve done nothing but ramble on & on about the so called spider lily killer — or whatever they’ve decided to call him.

“that’s just awful,” you lift your cheek off his chest to look at the television. yellow police tape & police lights flutter across the screen. “kuna, do you think i should worry? i mean shibuya’s not far . . .”

“i think you’re good, baby,” sukuna’s hand glides lazily up your spine before settling onto the back of your head, fingers disappearing into your hair.

you turn to face him, your chin sitting on top of his muscular chest as you flutter you lashes, searching his face for reassurance. “how do you know?”

the corner of his mouth twitches. “because i said so.”

you don’t question him. you never really do. why would you? he was six foot & like 200 pounds of pure muscle. he’d never let anything happen to you.

so, you nod, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to his lips before curling back beside him, your head tucked beneath his chin.

“i hate thinking that there’s really people out there that are just . . . that sick in the head.”

sukuna doesn’t say a word. he was too focused on the television as the news anchors continued listing injuries so grotesque they refuse to show any up close footage of the crime scene

he almost scoffs.

fools.

they weren’t even describing it correctly.

“. . . authorities believe the suspect is highly organized and extremely dangerous . . .”

you press yourself closer to sukuna.

he can feel every ounce of fear running through your body.

every tremble.

every soft gasp as the lead detective explains what motives they think could’ve made someone do something as heinous as this.

vigilante theory?

how generous of them to assume he cares about mortality.

multiple killers?

they’re underestimating how quickly one man can kill.

they were all just so wrong.

a slow smile settles into his face —— small enough that if you were looking, you’d never notice it.

there was something amusing about it.

his girlfriend was so scared of this monster she couldn’t even put a face to.

yet had no idea that the same man she was so afraid of was the rubbing her back to sleep right now.

[swansea9]

my art has been improving sm yay

[forbiedenfruit]

[ part one here ]

shidou ryusei loves the beach (18+)

shidou grinds your body against his, making sure you feel his cock throb against your core even through the flimsy fabrics of your bikini and his trunks. “come on, baby. it’ll give me an excuse to grope you,” he insists, “i could give ya a different kind of white cast.”

“r–ryu…” you whine, trying to escape his grip.

“please, baby. come on,” he begs, his hips lifting to meet yours once more as he grinds, “‘m so hard right now, it hurts.” shidou presses his face into your neck, pressing down on your lower back to arch your body against his.

“we’re in public, you horndog. we can’t—“

shidou’s chest rumbles as he chuckles deeply, “you tryna convince me or yourself, baby?” he asks, already groping your ass as he places open mouth kisses on all over your neck, then down to your collarbone.

“ryu—!”

before you can even continue, shidou silences you by slipping in two fingers.

“shiiiit, you’re so wet, mami. don’t tell me you were tryna hide this sweet, leaking pussy from me?” he groans, “i’m fucking offended.”

his coarse digits continue exploring your insides, scissoring you before pressing his thumb against your clit.

“mmpgh—! baby..!” you try your hardest not to thrash, your body limping as you fall helplessly against him.

“nah, you don’t get to call me that right now. you think i can’t take care of your pussy, hm?” he asks condescendingly, “that what you’re sayin’, slut? ‘cause that’s what i’m hearing.”

“n–no… it’s just… f–fuck, yes—!” you squeal uncontrollably before biting your tongue and gulping, “no, no… we’re just… in public, baby…”

“told you not to fuckin’ call me that, didn’t i?” his tone is angry as he quickens his pace, and if you weren’t shaking before, you definitely are now. “y’don’t fucking deserve it.”

“ngh—! i’m sorry..!” you nuzzle against his chest, hands balled into fists as you cried against him. “msorrymsorrymsorry…” you repeat, practically praying, “plea— fuck, ryu… please let me c–cum, please… ‘m so… so close!”

“fuuuuck, yeah. cum for me, baby, go ahead. show me what a slut you are, getting off on my fingers in public,” he hisses, his breath labored as he grinds his cock against your thigh.

“ryu—! right there..! oh my—!” you arch impossibly harder, your hands crawling behind his neck and onto his nape as you scratch his scalp with your nails. you bite down on his shoulder blades to silence yourself, or at least minimize your voice…

“there ya go, baby. so good f’me…” shidou sighs a breath of relief, pulling his slimy fingers out. “fuuuck, so wet.”

“ryu, people are staring…” you press your face onto his neck in an attempt to hide yourself, but shidou only hoists you up and fixes your posture.

“let’s give ‘em a show then, yeah?”

does he know that’s illegal now?

anon req from main

[forbiedenfruit]

shidou ryusei loves going to the beach… (18+)

the sun is bright and beaming today as you sit on the sand with your shades on, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think the sea was calling your name.

“babe, can ya put sunscreen on me?”

your mountain of a boyfriend interrupts your relaxing sunbathing session as he towers over you, completely covering your face from the sun.

you huff, rolling your eyes under your shades before holding your hand out. shidou places his bottle of sunscreen against your palm before laying down on his stomach right next to you.

“massage me too while you’re at it, a’ight, baby?” he asks, smirking. his forearms are on top of each other as he rests his head against them, the sun highlighting his toned form. “i been a little pent up, if you know what i mean,” he chuckles.

you breathe a deep sigh before squeezing some product out of the bottle and spreading it across his chest.

“hey, do it properly! stop bein’ lazy,” he barks.

“how the fuck does one even put on sunscreen incorrectly?” you sass back.

“just spread it evenly! geez, woman, i’m tryna tan here, not get skin cancer.”

you groan, having no choice but to comply. you get up and sit on his lower back, legs on either side of his hips. you run your hands through his shoulder blades, then down to his sides, before finally doing the center. once you’re finished, you rake your nails lightly across his back, mesmerized at his muscles.

“shiiiit,” he groans, “don’t get off, baby. is anyone near?”

“the fuck..?”

shidou lifts his head and looks back at you, your skin glowing underneath the sun. your body looks ethereal from this angle as your bikini leaves almost nothing to the imagination. he gulps as he looks at you, smirking before moving so swiftly that you don’t even process it. soon enough, you’re straddling him with his hands on your hips.

“yeaaaah, there we go. hey, want me to put sunscreen on you, too?”

“i already have sunscreen on, dipshit.”

shidou grinds your body against his, making sure you feel his cock throb against your core even through the flimsy fabrics of your bikini and his trunks. “come on, baby. it’ll give me an excuse to grope you,” he insists, “i could give ya a different kind of white cast.”

[ part two here ]

anon req from main

[swansea9]

my art has been improving sm yay

[nightshiftnotes]

❥ work can wait

satoru gojo x fem!reader

♡ summary: the alarm goes off at 6:47 a.m. satoru decides that’s everyone else’s problem.

♡ warnings: 18+ mdni • explicit sexual content • established relationship • oral (f!receiving) • multiple orgasms • piv sex • praise • possessive language • dirty talk • creampie • overstimulation • fluff • smut

♡ author’s note: apparently i wasn’t done writing clingy boyfriend gojo 😭 this technically takes place the morning after comfortable, but it can absolutely be read on its own. i hope y’all enjoy ♡

banner by @pixopix

The alarm goes off at 6:47 AM.

You groan, reaching blindly toward the nightstand, but before your fingers even get close, Satoru's arm locks around your waist like a vice.

"No," he mumbles into your neck.

"Satoru—"

"Nope. Not happening."

You try to wiggle free. His grip tightens, and suddenly you're being pulled back against his chest, his other arm coming up to trap you completely.

"I have to go to work—"

"Call in sick."

"I can't just—"

"Yes, you can." He's kissing your shoulder now, your neck, the spot behind your ear that makes you shiver. "Tell them you've got a fever. Tell them you're dying. Tell them Satoru Gojo is holding you hostage and won't let you leave."

"That last one is accurate."

"See? Honesty is important."

You laugh despite yourself, and he takes advantage of your momentary distraction to roll you onto your back, settling his weight on top of you. His hair is a disaster, sticking up in about fifteen different directions, and there are pillow creases on his cheek.

He looks perfect.

"Satoru, seriously—"

"Seriously," he interrupts, kissing your collarbone, "you should call in sick."

"And what about you? Don't you have to teach?"

He lifts his head, and the grin he gives you is absolutely insufferable.

"Baby," he says, "I'm Satoru Gojo."

"…So?"

"So I don't have to do anything I don't want to do."

You stare at him. "That's not how jobs work."

"It's how my job works."

"You're the worst."

"And yet." He kisses your jaw. "You love me anyway."

"Debatable right now."

"Liar." He's moving lower, kissing down your throat, your chest. "You're obsessed with me. Admit it."

"I'm not admitting anything until you let me turn off that alarm."

"Fine." He reaches over without looking, fumbling for your phone, and somehow manages to silence it. "There. Problem solved. Now stay in bed with me."

"Satoru—"

"Please?" He's looking up at you now, and his eyes are doing that thing—that stupid, unfair thing where they go all soft and earnest. "I just wanna spend the morning with you. Is that so bad?"

You sigh. "You're impossible."

"Is that a yes?"

"…I'll text my boss."

"Yes." He pumps his fist in victory, and you can't help but laugh.

"You're such a child."

"Your child," he corrects. "Besides, I already texted Yaga that I'm not coming in."

"You what?"

"Told him I had a personal emergency." He's grinning now, completely shameless. "Very serious. Life-threatening, even."

"Satoru—"

"What? It's true. If I don't spend the morning worshipping my girlfriend, I might actually die. Medical fact."

"That's not a medical fact."

"It is now." He's kissing your neck again, and his hands are sliding up your sides. "Besides, those first-years can handle basic curse theory without me for one day. And if they can't, I'll just teleport one of them into the Pacific Ocean next week. Builds character."

You snort. "You're not going to teleport a student into the ocean."

"You're right. Too much paperwork." He grins against your skin. "I'll just make them run laps until they puke. Much simpler."

"You're terrible." You swat at his shoulder, but you're laughing.

"And you love me." His hands are still on your waist, thumbs stroking your sides through your shirt. "Now text your boss so I can have you all to myself."

You grab your phone, squinting at the screen. "What am I even supposed to say?"

"Tell them you're sick."

"I'm not sick."

"You're lovesick. Counts."

You snort. "That's the worst thing you've ever said."

"Objectively untrue. Remember when I told Megumi that—"

"I'm texting." You type out a quick message about not feeling well, and the second you hit send, you try to roll away to put your phone back on the nightstand.

Satoru's arms lock around you immediately.

"Nope."

"I'm just putting my phone down—"

"Don't care. You're staying right here." He pulls you back against his chest, burying his face in your neck. "Mine now."

"Satoru—"

"Shh. Cuddling."

You laugh despite yourself, settling back against him. His arms are wrapped around you completely, one hand splayed across your stomach, the other coming up to play with your hair.

"You're being clingy."

"Mm-hmm." He's not even denying it. His fingers are running through your hair slowly, and you can feel him breathing against your neck. "Problem?"

"No," you admit. "Just… pointing it out."

"Good." He kisses your shoulder. "Because I'm not letting go."

You just lie there together for a little while. His hand keeps moving through your hair, occasionally trailing down to trace your jaw, your collarbone. It's comfortable. Warm. You're already half asleep again when he moves slightly behind you.

"Baby?"

"Mm?"

"Can you roll over? Wanna see your face."

You turn in his arms, and immediately his hand comes up to cup your cheek. His thumb strokes your cheekbone, and he's looking at you with that soft expression that makes your heart do stupid things.

"Hi, baby.” he says.

"Hi weirdo.”

"You're so pretty in the morning."

"I haven't even washed my face."

"Don't care." He leans in, kissing you softly. "Still pretty."

You kiss him back, slow and lazy, and his hand slides from your cheek to the back of your neck, holding you close. It's not urgent, it’s just sweet and affectionate. His other hand is on your hip, his thumb rubbing small circles through your shirt.

When he pulls back, he's smiling. "Love you."

"Love you too."

"Say it again."

"I love you, you absolute menace."

He grins. "Perfect." Then he's kissing you again, a little deeper this time, and you feel his hand slide up your side.

"Satoru—"

"What?" He's kissing your jaw now, your neck. "I'm just kissing you."

"Your hand is—"

"Also just existing." But his thumb is brushing the underside of your breast now, and you can feel him smiling against your neck.

"You're ridiculous."

"You love it."

"Debatable."

He pulls back to look at you, and there's something almost vulnerable in his expression. "Stay in bed with me? Please?"

"We already texted work—"

"I know, but—" He's playing with the hem of your shirt now, fingers slipping just barely underneath to touch your skin. "I just… I really want you right now. Like, really want you."

"I can tell."

"Can you?" He presses his hips forward slightly, and yeah. You can definitely tell. "Because I'm trying to be patient, but you're making it very difficult."

"I'm not doing anything."

"You're existing. That's enough." He's kissing your collarbone now, and his hand slides higher under your shirt. "You're so soft. How are you so soft?"

"Satoru—"

"And you smell good. Why do you smell so good?" He's practically whining now. "It's not fair."

You can't help but laugh. "Are you seriously complaining about me smelling good?"

"Yes. It's distracting." He bites down gently on your shoulder. "Everything about you is distracting. It's a problem."

"Sounds like a you problem."

"It is a me problem." He lifts his head to look at you, and his hair is even more disheveled than before. "I'm obsessed with you. It's embarrassing."

"Is it?"

"Little bit, yeah." He grins, his thumb brushing your side. "Do you have any idea how ridiculous this is?"

"What?"

"You bring the Satoru Gojo down to his knees."

You blink up at him. “…That's an incredibly narcissistic way to phrase that."

"It is." He nods solemnly. "Also true. Very impressive feat."

You're laughing now, and he takes the opportunity to kiss you again, his hand sliding higher. "But I'm okay with it."

You're about to respond when he kisses you again and it’s deeper this time, and more insistent. His hand finally reaches your breast, cupping it through your shirt, and you gasp into his mouth.

"Fuck," he breathes. "Can I—can I take this off?"

"My shirt?"

"Yeah." He's already tugging at it. "Please?"

"You're so needy."

"I know." He's not even ashamed. "I'm very needy. For you. Always."

You lift your arms, and he pulls your shirt off slowly, his eyes tracking every inch of your newly revealed skin. When he finally gets it over your head, he just stares.

"What?"

"Nothing. Just—" He shakes his head. "You're so fucking beautiful."

"You've said that."

"I'll say it again." His hands are on your ribs now, thumbs stroking your skin. "And again. And again."

"Satoru—"

"I'm serious." He leans down, kissing between your breasts. "I wake up every morning and you're here, and I still can't believe it sometimes."

Your heart flutters. "You're being sappy."

"I'm being honest." He looks up at you, and his face looks so soft and sweet. "Can't help it." He's kissing your breast now, tongue circling your nipple. "You make me sappy."

"Mm—that's—"

"Good?" His hand finds your other breast, his thumb and index finger rolling your nipple. "You like that?"

"Yes—"

"Good." He switches sides, giving your other breast the same attention. "Love the sounds you make. Could listen to them all day."

His hand slides down your stomach, fingers playing with the waistband of your underwear, and you feel him smile against your skin.

"These should come off too."

"Should they?"

"Definitely." He hooks his fingers into the fabric. "Can I?"

"So polite all of a sudden."

"I'm always polite." He's kissing down your stomach now. "I'm a gentleman."

"You're really not."

"Rude." But he's grinning, and he's sliding your underwear down slowly, kissing every inch of skin as it's revealed. "I'm extremely gentlemanly."

"You held me hostage five minutes ago."

"See? Gentleman." He's at your hip bones now, and he bites down gently. "A respectful gentleman."

You're laughing again now, and he looks up at you with that insufferable smirk.

"What's so funny?"

"You. You're ridiculous."

"And you love me."

"Unfortunately."

"Unfortunately?" He bites your inner thigh, making you jump. "Take it back."

"Make me."

His eyes flash. "Oh, I will." His hands are on your thighs now, spreading them apart. "I'm gonna make you take back every mean thing you've ever said to me."

"That'll take a while."

"Good thing we have all morning." He settles between your legs, and his breath is warm against your skin. "You're awfully mouthy for someone who called me a gentleman."

"I'm not being—oh—"

He's kissing your inner thigh, slowly and deliberately, and his hands are gripping your legs possessively.

"What was that?" He grins up at you. "Couldn't hear you."

"I hate you."

"No, you don't." He's moving higher now, and you can feel your breath catching. "You love me." He kisses your inner thigh. "That's what matters."

He kisses your other thigh. "Now let me show you how much I love you."

Then his mouth is on you, and any coherent thought becomes impossible.

He takes his time, with long, deliberate strokes of his tongue that make your toes curl. His hands grip your thighs, holding you open, and when you try to close them on instinct, he just pushes them wider.

"Uh-uh," he murmurs against you. "Stay open for me. Wanna see all of you."

"Fuck—"

"That's it." His tongue circles your clit, and you gasp. "Let me hear you."

"Ahh—Satoru—“

His tongue flattens against you, drags up slowly, then flicks at your clit. Your hips buck up. He keeps doing the same motion, but faster this time, and your fingers twist in the sheets.

"Satoru—oh god—"

"You taste so fucking good," he groans, and the vibration makes you whimper. "Could do this all day… Might actually do this all day."

"Please—"

"Please what?" He lifts his head just enough to look at you, and his mouth is wet, his eyes are dark. "Tell me what you need."

"More—I need—"

"I know what you need." He slides two fingers inside you, and curls them up, reaching that spot that makes your legs tingle, and your back arches off the bed. "This?"

"Yes—"

His mouth is back on your clit. His fingers pump in and out, curling on every thrust. You can't think. You can barely breathe.

"That's it," he murmurs. "Come for me, baby. I wanna feel it."

His fingers curl harder. His tongue flicks faster. You start closing your thighs around him, but he holds them open. Your breathing gets ragged, desperate—

Heat floods through you. You cry out his name, your hands tangling in his hair.

He doesn't stop.

His fingers keep moving, gentler now, and his tongue has gone soft but it's still there, still circling, lapping at your entrance. You're shaking, gasping, and you think he's going to pull away.

He doesn't.

"Satoru—wait—I just—"

"I know." He looks up at you. His pupils are dilated, almost completely covering the blue. "Gonna make you come again."

"I can't—"

"Oh, you can." He adds a third finger, stretching you. "You're gonna come on my tongue again, and then I'm gonna fuck you until you can't remember your own name."

"Fuck—"

His mouth is back on you, and this time he's not gentle. He's devouring you, his tongue working your clit while his fingers pump in and out. The sensitivity from your first orgasm makes everything sharper, and you're already climbing toward another one embarrassingly fast.

"That's it," he groans against you. "Feel how wet you are? All for me. You're so good, baby. You're unreal. You're actually gonna be the death of me one day."

His free hand slides up your body, finds your breast and squeezes.

You break.

Your second orgasm hits even harder than the first. You're crying out his name, your whole body shaking, and he's still not stopping.

"Satoru—please—"

He finally pulls back, pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs as you come down, trembling and gasping.

"Fuck," you breathe.

"Good?" He's grinning, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

"You're so smug."

"I have reason to be." He crawls back up your body, and you can taste yourself when he kisses you. "You're beautiful when you come. Did you know that?"

"You've mentioned it."

"I'll mention it again." His hand slides between your legs, fingers teasing. "And again. And again."

"Satoru—"

"I earned it." His hand slides down your side. "And I'm not done with you yet, baby."

"Of course you're not."

"What can I say?" He's positioning himself between your legs now, and you can feel how hard he is. "I'm obsessed with you. Can't help myself."

He lines himself up, and when he starts to push inside, you gasp. He's so big—you know this—but the stretch is always still so intense.

"Okay?" His voice is strained as he goes slowly, inch by inch.

"Give me a minute—"

He stops, buried halfway, and you can feel him shaking with the effort of holding back for you. "Okay, baby. Take your time."

You breathe through it, adjusting, and after a moment, you whisper, "Okay, you can move."

"Thank god," he groans, pushing all the way in until he's completely buried.

"Fuck, baby—" His voice cracks. "You feel so good."

He starts moving. Slow, controlled thrusts that make you gasp. Then he hooks one of your legs higher, pushing it up toward your chest, and suddenly he's hitting even deeper.

"Satoru—"

"There we go." He's watching your face. "Love watching you like this. So fucking beautiful."

"You're—ah—ridiculous—"

"Ridiculously in love with you, yeah." He thrusts harder, and you cry out. "That's it, baby. Let me hear you."

His rhythm picks up, each thrust deliberate and deep, and he's still watching your face like he's memorizing every expression.

"You always take me so well," he groans. "Like you were made for me, baby."

"Maybe I was—oh god—"

"Fuck, yes." His hand finds your other leg, pushing it up too. "Say that again."

"Ahh—Made for you—"

"That's right." His thrusts become harder, more desperate. "All mine, baby. Fuck."

He shifts his hips just slightly, hitting that perfect spot, and you come apart. You're screaming out broken attempts of his name, your whole body shivering uncontrollably.

"Fuck, baby—not yet—"

Before you can even process what's happening, he's pulling out and flipping you over. His hands grip your hips, pulling them up, and you feel him slide a pillow underneath.

"Ass up for me, baby."

You're still shaking from your orgasm, but you do what he asks. His hand slides down your spine slowly and possessively.

"Fuck, look at you." He squeezes your ass, and you hear him groan.

Then he's pushing back inside. The new angle makes you gasp. He's so deep like this, and when he starts moving, each thrust hits that sweet spot inside you. You swear you can feel him in your lungs.

"Satoru—oh god—"

"That's it, baby." His hands grip your hips tight enough to bruise. "So fucking good."

He sets a punishing rhythm. You can feel another orgasm building fast. The sensitivity from your last one makes everything feel like you might actually break apart, and when his hand slides around to your clit, you moan loudly into the mattress, almost screaming.

"You gonna come for me again?" His voice is rough and teasing now. "Can feel how close you are, baby. You're so fucking tight around me."

"Yes—please—"

His fingers circle your clit faster. You're right on the edge, so close—

You break.

You let out a silent scream, your whole body clenching around him. He groans, and it sounds almost pained. His thrusts slow down, getting deeper and more deliberate. He's not chasing anything anymore, he's just feeling the way you're squeezing him.

"Fuck, baby—" His voice breaks, desperate and raw. "You're so fucking tight. Jesus, you're actually gonna be the death of me."

His hips move slower now, almost grinding into you, and you can feel him shaking. He's breathing hard against your back, completely overwhelmed, and then his whole body goes almost rigid before he collapses on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress. His arms wrap around you, holding you close, his face buried in your neck.

"Fuck," he breathes, and he sounds completely undone. "I love you so much. Fuck—you wreck me, baby."

You both just stay like that for a few minutes, tangled together, breathing hard, his heart pounding against your back.

Then he moves, rolling onto his back next to you, pulling you with him so you're still close. His arm stays wrapped around you, and when you look at him, his eyes are soft and completely open.

You don't think. You just move, climbing into his lap and kissing him, slow and deep and full of all the love and need you feel for him. His hands immediately find your waist, holding you like you're the only thing that matters.

"Come here," he says, and it's almost pleading.

You're already straddling him, and when you sink down onto him, you both groan into each other's mouths.

"That's it, baby," he breathes against your lips. "Just like that. Fuck—"

You start to move, rolling your hips. His head falls back against the pillow. His eyes stay locked on you though, watching every movement.

"God, yes—" He grips your hips tighter. "You feel so fucking good. That's my girl."

"Satoru—"

"I know, baby. I know." He's guiding you faster now, helping you move. "You're doing so good. Taking me so perfectly."

Your thighs are burning, but you don't care. You can feel yourself getting close again.

"That's it," he groans, watching you. "Use me, baby. Please. Take what you need. You know I love it when you do."

"Fuck—Satoru—"

"I know. I can feel it." His hips start moving too, thrusting up to meet you, and the added force makes you cry out. "Come for me, baby. Wanna watch your beautiful face when you fall apart on me."

He's fucking up into you now, hard and fast, and his hand slides between your bodies to find your clit.

You shatter. You're letting out breathy and high pitched moans.

"Fuck, yes—" He's still moving, still thrusting up into you. "So fucking beautiful when you come. I could watch you like this forever, baby."

You're still shivering, still coming down, when you feel his stomach tighten under you.

"Baby—fuck—I'm gonna—"

"Come for me," you whisper. "Please, Satoru."

That's all it takes.

"Fuck—baby—I love you—fuck—" His words are broken and desperate. His hips snap up hard. "So good—you're *so good—*you're mine—"

He grips your hips so tightly it almost hurts, and you feel him pulse inside you as he comes, his whole body shuddering. His head falls forward, forehead pressing against your shoulder, and he's still murmuring against your skin. "Fuck—you're everything, baby—never letting you go—"

You're both breathing hard, shaking, and he's still buried deep inside you. His arms wrap around you, holding you tight against his chest, and you can feel his heart pounding.

"Fuck," he breathes.

"…Yeah." you breathe.

He laughs weakly, and when he lifts his head to look at you, his eyes are hazy and that breathtaking sky blue again. "That was—I don't even have words."

"Mhmm." you mumble.

He's kissing your face now—your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, your lips. "Seriously, what am I supposed to do with you?"

"Satoru—"

His hands are running over your skin, like he can't bear to stop touching you. " You're the only one that gets me like this."

"You're being sappy again."

He pulls you closer, tucking you against his chest. "Only for you, baby. Only ever for you."

"I love you too," you say softly.

He's quiet, just holding you, his fingers tracing patterns on your back for a while.

"We should probably shower," you murmur eventually.

"Later." His grip tightens. "Right now I just wanna hold you."

"Clingy."

"Yep." He doesn't even sound ashamed. "You're stuck with me now. Forever. Hope you're ready for that."

"I think I can handle 'the Satoru Gojo'" you say laughing.

"Good." He kisses the top of your head. "Because I'm never letting you go."

"Sounds like a threat."

"Mmm."

And you lie there in his arms, the morning sun streaming through the window, his hands still moving over your skin in gentle swirling patterns, and yeah— forever sounds pretty fucking good. 

[jussanother]

[noaarts]

[lostinsmut]

Just couldn’t hold yourself back huh

Choso is so needy he can’t resist fucking his gf in her sleep even if he feels wrong about it and she’s already told him she wants him to

trigger warning - somnophilia

choso x reader

He didn't mean to fuck you, he was just trying to slip his cock between your wet folds.

Just trying to feel your heat on his pulsing cock so he could finally cum. Your soft snores and his desperate whines and plea's to cum were all that filled the room at 4:23 am.

He had been at it for what felt like eternity. Too ashamed to wake you but too desperate to stay away. You spoke of somnophilia but it just wasn't right. He didn't get to use your body for his pleasure while you were out of it. You deserve to feel that too it was part of his pleasure but right now he was seeing clouds. Smelling colors and hearing numbers from how horny he was.

Soft sorrys left his lips, tears staining his desperate cheeks while choso shuddered at the feeling of your puffy pussy lips around his cock.

He swore he could hear you moan but he couldn't really focus on the sounds coming from your mouth when those slick wet sounds came from your pretty pussy. He closed his eyes. Nose digging into your hair.

"mm, it's too good- it's too good. Too good, baby, please I'm sorry, you're too good.." he softly whispered, teeth digging into his bottom lips as he desperately slammed his hips against your ass.

He can feel his cock slipping into your wet hole everytime his tip comes close. "Fuck, okay. fuck-" he groaned moving his cock from your pussy down to your thighs. But even then his hard cock stood up prodding at your entrance like he had to be there.

Like even his cock knew it, "okay, oh ur so warm and wet baby what the fuck, shit," he groans cursing under his breath, eyelashes sticking together from his needy tears as he slips his tip into your hole. "Ohymgod- oh yes, yes this is all I've wanted oh fuck." His lips find your neck. Desperately kissing you, marking you like he was in heat marking what's his because right now it actually felt like it.

Like he was on some super drug making him horny but that was just you. You and those cute pijamas shorts and your needing to cuddle all night right into his dick.

You drove him insane on purpose he was almost sure of it. You told him it was okay, it was okay to fuck you when you slept- he groaned. "Is that why you made me so fucking needy pretty girl? Knew I'd lose it and end up fucking you?" He whined his cock pushing all the way into you.

With a loud satisfied moan you nodded, "mhm, so a desperate Cho, just couldn't hold yourself back huh?" You chuckle nestling further into your pillow. He grunts almost agitated but he can't be. Not when you feel so good.

Not when he's finally cumming in your pretty pussy and not when he's about to make you cum a thousand times to make up to him..

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a/n how long could I resist writing somno while absolutely excited and sleep deprived : 1 day kinda nervous ab writing choso ngl. Sorry for spelling mistakes I’m so tired

[feyrinnn]

pms? tender breasts? don't worry, your ꒰devoted꒱ boyfriend satoru gojo is happy to be your personal bra for the day ౨ৎ 1.1k fluff ; crack ; suggestive art by @/Rezijellyfish0

It was a morning like any other.

You woke up curled right into your boyfriend Satoru Gojo's side, practically on top of him on the comfortable double bed. You didn't really have much room, not with his habit of lying down like a starfish, but you couldn't blame him – his long limbs just needed to take up all the space every night, and so you were forced to use your boyfriend as a pillow, of course.

Your favourite pillow.

You were awfully comfortable like this, nuzzling into his broad chest as the morning light started to bleed in through the half open window. Yes, so comfortable you could just drift away again... until.

Until those long limbs started to close in towards you.

That was another one of his morning habits, you see. Even for how spread out he liked to sleep, as soon as Satoru started to drift back into consciousness – you were the first thing he'd search for.

In his half asleep haze he closed his arms around you, squeezing you into him with all his might, letting out the most satisfied of hums. Not you, however – the sound that escaped your mouth was somewhere between a yelp and a cry for help.

"Baby?!" Satoru sprung into consciousness in a second. "What's wrong?!"

His bright blue eyes snapped open to see you pouting at him, hands over your already very sore breasts that he had painfully squeezed against his side. "Oh" he frowned, understanding. "It's that week, isn't it?"

You nodded slowly, letting Satoru manoeuvre you on your back so he could rest on his elbow next to you. When you first found out he was tracking your cycle you did call him a freak, but to be honest, it was worth it with how gentle he was with you now.

"Is it really bad?" he asked, tracing soft lines over your collarbone with his free hand. His touch was feather light, his hand apologising to your tender skin.

"It hurts" you exhaled, letting your head sink into the pillow with a long sigh. "They feel heavy"

"Heavy?" Satoru echoed, very obviously looking down to your chest. Naturally, you pinched him. "Ow! What was that for?"

"I'm in pain and you want to check if they're bigger?!" you growled, ready to throw a pillow right on his stupid white hair.

"No no no, you know I think they’re perfect” Satoru apologised immediately, peppering kisses all over your face. "It was for science only"

"Sure" you rolled your eyes, but you couldn't keep the angry act for long, not with your boyfriend's puppy dog eyes so close to your face.

"I mean it, I only want to help" he said, sitting up. And you did believe him – your boyfriend had been trying his best since he figured out how difficult pms was for you.

Last month, he even bought you a personalised hot water bottle with both your initials on it. Baby blue, of course.

You weren't sure who else would be confusing their hot water bottle for yours anyway, but its the gesture that counts.

"Come here baby, I'll help you up" he called to you with wide open arms, but as soon as he started to pull you up, you groaned again. "Is it that bad?" he grimaced, seeing your hands go back to holding onto your sore breasts.

Unfortunately, it was.

"It's ok" you tried to deflect, feeling bad for how worried he seemed. "You don't have to worry about m–"

"None of that" Satoru pouted. "Does that help?" he nodded to your hands, clearly some sort of plan starting to form in that head of his.

"Kind of" you replied, massaging yourself. "Should probably put on a bra" you sighed.

"In bed?!" Satoru shook his messy white hair side to side. "It's unfair" he completed solemnly. And you agreed with him.

But then he opened up his mouth again, with that tone he employed when he was going to suggest something... unusual.

"Why don't you...let me help?"

That made you stop halfway, turning up to look at him. "What do you mean?"

"Just… come here" he said, extending those pale fingers to you. You had one raised eyebrow, but let him do what he had intended – and soon his large palms were closing around your breasts.

"Pervert" you deadpanned.

"You said it helped!" he argued.

You took a moment, considering. You were very used to your boyfriend touching you everywhere, of course, but you had never seen him look so commited about it. It was almost endearing, in a kind of, um, odd way.

"So, what, you'll just be my personal bra today?" you teased.

"If you want me to" he nodded.

"Aren't your arms getting tired?" you narrowed your eyes at him.

"Baby, this is what I train for" he replied smugly.

You let out a little laugh, enjoying your boyfriend's silly plan and how serious he was about it. "You can't possibly keep this up" you joked.

"Wanna bet?"

You shouldn't have said yes. But of course you did.

The rest of the day was spent with Satoru glued to you – more so than usual. "You're enjoying this" you poked him as he stood with his chin on top of your head and his hands right where he promised they'd be, watching you make your morning coffee.

"You wound me, princess" he pretended to sigh. "This is for your own good"

Sure it was.

Later you sat down to watch TV, and Satoru placed you right on his lap, before his hands returned to your chest. "You're ridiculous" you laughed, his chin heavy on your shoulder this time and your back to his chest.

"Is it helping?" he asked.

In truth, it was. He was warm and soft and much more comfortable than a real bra; and walking around like you had been cursed into attachment was lifting your mood as much as it was annoying you too.

His eccentric ways were just one of the things you loved about your boyfriend, after all.

Of course, this all got a bit too ridiculous when you announced you were going to shower, and got followed by the white haired giant all the way into the bathroom. "You can't be serious" you looked up at him.

"I only want to hel–Ow! Ok, I'll be outside"

You laughed, seeing his pout as he closed the door behind him. It was adorable how devoted he was to this stupid plan – and you also couldn't deny you missed his loving touch as soon as he had let go of you.

Maybe he could help you shower too. He only wanted you to feel better, right?

"Satoru" you called, not even surprised when the door opened before you had even finished saying his name.

"Need me?" he grinned from ear to ear.

You would have pinched him again if he wasn't so damn adorable.

my boobs feel like they're about to explode and this is what came of it I don't know what else to say

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[atelphobist]

夏油 傑 ˎˊ˗ ᯓ letting your photography major boyfriend film you while you're masterbating for...educational purposes ! (m.list)

cw ˎˊ˗ ⤷ filming porn & masterbating ── nsfw! mdni!

note: thank you for over 3k followers! love y'all so much!

𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗧𝗢𝗕𝗘𝗥 2026 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧!

"you're doing so well, doll."

suguru's voice is low and warm behind the camera, the tripod catching every twitch of your body as you lie back on the sheets.

the vibrator hums against your clit, pressed tight, and your hips jerk up at the sudden intensity. your back arches, thighs spreading wider as the toy buzzes harder, sending sparks racing through your nerves.

he stands at the foot of the bed, one hand wrapped around his cock, stroking his length slow and steady while the lens records the way your pussy glistens.

"fuck, look at you," he mutters, voice thick with arousal. "so pretty when you moan for me. keep going, baby. show me how good it feels."

you whimper his name, pressing the vibrator down harder, the wet sounds of your cunt filling the room. your free hand grips the sheets, knuckles white, as your hips roll up to chase the pressure.

suguru's breathing grows heavier, his strokes matching the rhythm of your moans. "that's it, doll. just like that. you're perfect, sweetie—fuck, look at your pussy dripping, mm, you're enjoying this, aren't you?"

you whine, a small 'yes' escaping your lips as your back lifts completely off the mattress when the toy hits the right spot, thighs trembling as you messily grind against it.

suguru groans, pumping his cock faster, the head slick and flushed. "god, you're so fucking hot. don't stop—i wanna see you cum for me."

"mm...s-sugu!" you moan, the vibrator buzzing relentlessly against your swollen red clit. your walls clench around nothing, slick dripping down onto the sheets as you feel your orgasm approaching. suguru's voice starts wavering, lost in the pleasure of his own ministrations. "fuuckk, good girl. you're doing so well. cum for me, baby—let me film it all."

your body goes rigid as your lips fall in an open-mouthed scream when your orgasm finally crashes over you, back arching high and thighs shaking while the vibrator stays pressed tight to your swollen nub.

"hahhhh! fuck! mm, sugu..." your moans break into sobs of pleasure, pussy pulsing visibly as you soak the toy and the sheets beneath you.

suguru curses under his breath, stroking faster until he spills over his fist, thick ropes of cum landing on the bedspread and your thigh while the camera keeps rolling, capturing every second it.

he steps closer once you both catch your breath, lowering the camera with a satisfied smile. "best model i've ever had," he murmurs, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

the footage is already saved—and there's no doubt that he's gonna use it for later.

2026 ── 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗼𝗳 @atelphobist

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[swansea9]

ouu shii👀

[atelphobist]

五条 悟 ˎˊ˗ ᯓ frat!jo just loves fucking his nerdy little girlfriend while she's reading ! (m.list)

cw ˎˊ˗ ⤷ p in v sex & prone bone ── nsfw! mdni!

note: not my best work, sorry! :(

you’re flat on your stomach, book open in front of you, while your boyfriend’s mean cock slams into your cunt from behind. your glasses are already lying somewhere on the floor and every thrust shoves your hips into the mattress and knocks the air out of your lungs, but he doesn’t care.

he just keeps driving deeper, hips snapping hard enough to make your ass ripple with every impact.

“read sweets,” he orders, a low moan vibrating against your ear. his hand fists in your hair, keeping your face tilted toward the page. “every word, baby. don’t stop.”

he's been making you hoarsely read out blurry words for a good hour, and your voice is shaking as you read out the next scentence. “the…the knight entered the hall—mnghhhh!”

another brutal thrust punches the rest of the line into a broken moan. he doesn’t let up. his cock drags almost all the way out before he rams back in, stretching your soaked pussy around him until your own juices are dripping down your thighs and onto his white sheets.

“keep going,” he growls, and you can practically hear the grin on his lips. the headboard knocks against the wall with every thrust. your cunt clenches around him, slick and greedy, but he only laughs and fucks you harder. “mm, don’t you dare skip a line baby.”

you swallow, eyes blurring on the text. your mind is mush, and you can barely get any words oit. “h-he… he approached the, hnghhh, throne—” your words fracture into a whimper when he grinds deep onside you, his pelvis pressing flush to your ass, cock pulsing inside your walls.

"oh baby," he coos mockingly. his breath is hot on your nape and his fingers dig into your shoulders "c'mon, you've been ignoring me 'cause of that fuckass book! i wanna know what the hell that book has that i don't!" his voice shifts into a pouty whine.

tch, jealous bastard.

he stays buried like that for a second, letting you feel every inch of his dick buried in your cunt. and before you can react, he starts thrusting into your pussy again, fast and merciless.

your voice cracks. “and…and demanded an audience with the queen—hahhhhh!” each syllable comes out shaky, interrupted by the wet slap of skin on skin and the filthy squelch of your sopping cunt taking him so well. he leans over you, chest pressed to your back, breath hot on your neck.

“louder,” he says, biting your shoulder. “i want to hear every fucking word, babycakes.”

you try again, voice hoarse. “the queen mnghh…she r-rose from her seat—oh my gooooddd!” he slams in so hard your hips lift off the bed for a second, then drops you back down, cock driving straight into that spot that makes your vision white out.

your walls flutter around him, close to breaking, but he doesn’t slow down, just keeps fucking you like some sex-deprived maniac.

“good fuckin' girl,” he pants, fucking you through it. “don’t stop until i fill you up, 'mkay? come on baby, i'm almost there.”

you choke out the next line, tears stinging your eyes from the overwhelming stretch and his relentless thrusts. the book trembles in your hands, pages crinkling so hard the page might just tear clean off.

but you keep forcing the words out between gasps and moans, your boyfriend’s cock pounding into you without mercy, making sure you don’t miss a single syllable.

his thrusts turn erratic, hips stuttering as his grip tightens in your hair. “fuuuuuck—i’m close,” he groans, voice strained. “mmmm, gonna cum deep in your cunt baby, just wait a nghh, second.”

your voice breaks completely as you force out the final words, each one punched out by the force of his cock driving into your cunt. “the queen…s-she…sshe accepteeedddd” your sentence dissolves into a moan. your lips fall open in a silent cry, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your orgasm crashes through you, pussy clenching and pulsing around his thick length, soaking the sheets beneath you.

he feels you cum and loses it, slamming in one last time and burying himself to the hilt. his cock throbs hard as he fills you up, hot cum flooding your cunt in thick spurts while he grinds against your ass, groaning your name into your shoulder. his hips jerk with each pulse, pushing his load deeper until it starts leaking out around his cock.

he collapses onto you, lips buried in the crook of your neck. he's breathing heavily, his cock slowly softening inside your hole. there's a moment of silence, filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and the smell of sex.

"mm, sweets?" he mutters, grinning against your skin.

"mm?" you hum.

"you've drooled all over your book."

THIS IS SO ASS WHAT THE HELLY😭

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[f-tality0]

Driving lessons

[lilithkleia]

frat!sukuna will do anything to impress the shy!girl in his class >< !

frat!sukuna, who’s used to chaos—loud parties, copious amounts of alcohol, and music so loud, it almost makes you goes deaf, has no idea what to do when he finds himself slowly falling for the pretty, nerdy girl at the front of his class, always put together and perfect, you’re so out of his league it’s scary.

frat!sukuna, who tries to talk to you on his way out of class, stumbling over his words for the first time while you stare at him, cocking your head in confusion while the brick wall of a man stutters and rubs the back of his neck like you’re the one making him nervous.

frat!sukuna, who’s tries to make himself less intimidating while he’s around you, leaning over to hear you talk or trying to smile (which is off putting, albeit a little adorable in its own right)—he really doesn’t know what to do, because he’s never had to hold much of a conversation with anyone to have to impress them.

frat!sukuna, who tells his fraternity about you—speaking of you as if you were a mystical goddess, talking about perfect, gorgeous and out of this world you are, to the point that his frat brothers stop thinking you’re real.

“dude, are you sure you didn’t make her up?” toji would say, slinging his arm around sukuna while sukuna mumbled something about you being too good for any of them anyway.

frat!sukuna, who moves to the front of the class to sit closer to you, asking you stupid questions about the class and staring right at you while you explain everything trying to avoid his gaze, your voice hushed and nervous while he tries to commit your voice to memory inside his head.

frat!sukuna, who tries so hard to pay attention during classes now, answering questions because he’s hell bent on trying to impress you—to find common ground, paying close attention to all the little character charms, noting down everything he can, just so he can start stupid conversations with you.

frat!sukuna, who teasingly carries your bag out of class, watching you nervously fiddle with your necklace and the hem of your shirt while he yaps away, talking about how impressive your grades are or how smart you are while you brush off all his compliments and move to your next class, dragging your bag away from him.

frat!sukuna, who begs you to tutor him after he receives a massive F on his biochemistry test—watching you pile your notes before him, your eyes focused and so determined to make sure he gets an A on the next exam. because no student of yours is ever allowed to fail, and that’s when sukuna knew that you meant business.

frat!sukuna, who notices the way you glance at his tattoos ever so often, your eyes scanning them slowly, tempted to reach out but you never do and he notices, but he wants you to ask him to move closer, he wants you to make the first move so he knows he isn’t hallucinating.

frat!sukuna, who shifts closer to you while you’re trying to tutor him, his leg bumping against yours while you look up at him through your lashes—he finds excuses to touch you, brush his hands against yours while trying to pick up a pen, leaning over your shoulder while you try to solve a problem for him, it’s the tiniest things he tries to do to coax you out of your shell. it’s gentle, never pushy, just trying to lure you in so you’d stop being so wary of him, because gods, did he want you to like him.

frat!sukuna, who stalks your profiles on every app he can get his hands on like it’s a religion, and if you post absolutely anything? he’s there, losing his mind like an embarrassing fanboy in the comments, liking every post from years ago because he knows no shame, constantly finding videos of cute animals so he can send them to you, just to caption it “us?” (what a cornball eugh).

frat!sukuna, who has the filthiest dreams about you at night—he tries so hard to shove them out of his head, but staring at your pretty face all day did him no favours, picturing your gorgeous face contorting in pleasure while you’re underneath him, dragging your nails down his back, legs wrapped around his torso, your voice hushed and letting out the prettiest moans has him waking up, his boxers stained with his cum and sheets drenched in sweat.

frat!sukuna, who tries so, so hard to not stare at your lips when you talk to him—you don’t say much, and to have you talk to him is everything to him but he can’t help but wonder what’d be like to have your lips against his, his tongue coaxing your mouth open and moving against yours, only for him to realise he’s been staring for far too long and you’re staring to look away again, your head held low while he could feel a flush creeping up his neck, his face turning pink. fuck, he was falling and he was falling dangerously fast.

guess who’s finally writing a longfic for her 5k and working on kinktober huhu also i’m such a fat chud bro i gotta workout again

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[yoonsucks]

mmhnm

[kireampie]

stupid boyfriend !

pairing: satoru gojo x suguru geto x fem!reader

geez, this was risky. you're literally in the room next to him, getting fucked dumb by your stupid boyfriend, suguru.

and satoru could hear everything. he wasn't complaining about the thin walls this time. the only time he really complained is when you blast music off your phone at two o'clock in the morning.

he lays down, hand moving suspiciously close to his leaky cock, the one he'd been wanting to fuck you with for ages.

he whimpers quietly, free hand wrapping around his full lips.

he massages his inflamed tip,pulling it out of his pants, overwhelmingly long cock painting pre against his toned stomach— long fingers collecting the pre that had formed there before.

your moans only grow louder as you take it from the back, dick practically marking all up in your stomach at this point.

plus, suguru knew that he had a crush on you, but satoru was too late. suguru had you wrapped around his finger already, and he'll never forgive his best friend for taking the one woman he loved away from him.

and satoru yearned for you badly. he strokes himself in the time of your moans, imagining it was him instead.

the image of your plush n warm thighs fills his mind, head rolling back with just the mere thought.

his nails dig into his mouth as you get somehow even louder, so so close to letting the pleasure fully claim him.

your hands dig into the bedsheets, legs stuttering so badly you won't be able to walk tomorrow. and your cute roommate toru would just ask about it and care for you to win you over. yeah.

he bites his lip so hard that it draws blood, pleasure washing over him in waves— like someone slapping him over and over again.

the sticky cum coats his grey sheets, glowing in the dimly lit room.

"f—fuck.." he whispers to himself, spreading the white with his pale fingers.

oh god.

there's a knock on his door. if it was suguru, there wouldn't be knocking— suguru's already explored satoru's body more times than he can count.

what satoru really wants to do is reach for his clothes and open the door for you, but the orgasmolepsy (or better said, exhaustion) catches up to him before he can even think, and the back of his head hits a pillow.

he can hear the door knocking louder in the back of his mind, but he's too swayed by slumber to get up or move. when he wakes up he's greeted by a tan, toned body and long, soft black hair on one side, perfect tits, recognizable gorgeous face and swollen lips on the other.

he lays confused, yet his cock begins to stir again. suguru obviously takes instant notice to it.

"satoru. you good there?" suguru raises an eyebrow, a small smirk gracing his lips.

you could tell that satoru has had a crush on you for a while, actually. pause.

"..satoru. is there anything you want to tell me?" you say confidently, staring deep into his baby blue eyes.

he looks visibly worried. his eyes widen, and sweat beads down his forehead like he just woke up from a bad dream.

"n—nothing. nothing at all." he stammered, resisting the urge to stare at your boobs. first time he's seen them. he thinks they're beautiful.

"oh, really? not even why we're naked by your side?" you purr, flicking hair behind your ear.

"uh, no. . .not really." he squeaked, hands going to the sides of the bed to grip onto the sheets.

"you hear that, suguru? he doesn't wanna tell us anything. i guess i'll have to force it out of him."

suguru grins at you, agreeing with your idea. you lean down so you're level with satoru's cock, running a manicured finger down his sternum.

"y'know. . . we could hear you. loud and clear. you obviously didn't do a great job of hiding your hot groans from behind the wall." you coax, lowering your lips onto his tip.

you wrap your warm, damp lips around his tip, swirling it in your wet mouth. suguru's hand goes to his spent, well milked cock, encircling strong fingers around his dick, pumping up n down.

you push your hair to the side, encouraging satoru to pick it up. he does. you drool all over his hard dick— getting it all wet and sticky.

he can barely hold back. he wants to cum right this minute— but he knows you and suguru would never live it down if he did.

you gag, nose hitting his pubic area. his tip hits your uvula, and you grip onto the bedsheets, moving back up.

you move your mouth off of his dick for a split second. just to spit on it, nothing more. he whines without your lips on him.

you run your index finger down satoru's slit— before spitting on his dick, going back to taking all of him.

suguru can't believe the sight that he's seeing. this had been a fantasy of his for so long, to see his beautiful girlfriend fuck his best friend. he knew he was sick, but he didn't really care. all that matters right now is the fact his lifelong fantasy is coming true.

he can't hold it in any longer. sticky ropes of white cum land on your back— the warm feeling making your back arch.

suguru grins, wrapping his strong arms around your stomach. next thing you know, his tongue is rolling across your back, licking up the mess he had made on your back.

you moan, sounds vibrating on satoru's deepthroated cock.

"f—fuck! please, let me cum, angel! please!" satoru cries out, trying not to explode in your mouth as suguru licks your back clean.

"fine. do it." you murmur, loosening your jaw to enable cum to fill your mouth.

satoru lets go with a loud moan and wide eyes, release filling your mouth to the brim. you swallow every last drop, warm cum making you feel full inside.

you collapse on the bed, falling into suguru's arms.

". . .we should do this more often."

© 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞, 2026. do not repost as your own, translate or feed any of my works into ai.

this was an original post from my old blog, revamped into a 3some !!

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[swansea9]

Fuhhh🤤

[aqxviee]

suguru geto sweetly making love to you as you struggle to take him all ᢉ𐭩

geto’s strong, calloused hands hold your hips down, his thick cock twitching inside you as your drenched walls pulsed desperately around it. your thighs burned as you straddled his torso, your hands firmed on his muscular chest for support.

the air smelled like sex and sweat, your moans and whimpers bouncing and echoing off the neptune walls of you and your husband’s room. you mewled his name so lovingly. “ah- suguruuuu— i can’t take it.. mmphh-!”

“cmon baby, keep going.. bounce on this cock for me. yeah.. just like that. good girl..” he guides your pelvis into a steady rhythm as you whine about it being too much and too deep and you being too tired to do it, but he feels like an addiction you cant overcome.

your eyes roll back as he gently moves inside you, his hips bucking up deliciously, breath hitching every time his perfectly curved cock hits that soft spot inside you.

“so good for me..” he whispers, pulling you closer into a sweet, passionate kiss, as if his monster dick wasn’t splitting you in half. one hand keeps still on your nape, his breath softly fanning over the skin of your neck, the other hand bouncing your ass up and down, the wet slap of your hips hitting his with each slam back down.

your body convulsed in a heavenly orgasm, thighs trembling and mouth agape in a silent scream as he thrusted up into you, cock repeatedly hitting your bruised cervix. hands cupping your breasts, he peppers soft kisses and hums delicate praises, each word wrapped around you like a thin golden strand, tying you to suguru. it was a vow— a promise of his endearment.

his cock pulsed, white sticky cum oozing down his shaft, onto his stomach and thighs as his arms wrapped around your waist, his head reposing on your chest. he chanted sweet nothings and “i love you’s” as he described how well he was going to take care of you and the baby he just put deep inside you.

[swansea9]

Oh Wesley I’m drippin