Sub!gojo…who’s eyes are squeezed shut so tight he’s getting lightheaded as you ride him.
When you said you wanted to top he laughed at you, talking about how you were going to need help from “the strongest” eventually.
But he takes that all back as soon as you sink down onto his throbbing cock, going deeper than he was able to reach. The new position pushes you lower onto him , and you moan at the stretch as his hands fly to your waist, trying to slow you.
“What happned to the strongest” you manage whispered out as you quicken your pace.
“It’s not- it’s not fair” he whimpers, moving his hips up to meet yours as your hand slowly moves around his neck.
Sub!gojo.. who’s cock twitches deep inside you once you finally wrap your hand around his throat.
“Stop o-or m’gonna cum”
“Isn’t that the point? For you to fall apart under me from a simple touch?”
That dose it for him. The helpless feeling, letting you take control.
His thighs tense and his head is thrown back into the pillow as he grabs on to you, pulling you down so he can push himself as deep as possible as he fills you.
His teeth come down onto your shoulder making you wince as it sends you into your orgasam.
When he calms down and tries to move you off, you stop him and give him a flic to his nipple
“Hey what the fuck?” He says suprised and confused
“We aren’t done. I wanna see how weak you can get.”
gojo couldn’t wait to feel you again after getting out of the prison realm . . .
you almost slammed the door when you saw him.
gojo stood there—dressed in a tight black shirt, white hair unkempt, blue eyes sharp and fever-bright without his blindfold. his chest heaved like he’d sprinted here, like he couldn’t stand another second without seeing you.
“nineteen days,” you hissed, voice shaking. “nineteen fucking days, satoru. no call, no text, nothing. do you know how fucking worried—” your rant cut off when he crushed his mouth to yours.
you shoved at his chest, furious, but he only kissed you harder, swallowing every curse, every sob, until your head spun. when you broke away, breathless, you spat, “f-fuck you—” but he kissed you again, and this time you kissed him back.
he’d thought about this—about you. so desperate he nearly lost his mind, nearly fisted his cock inside that suffocating box just to relieve the ache of not having you. now that he was here, he wasn’t wasting another second.
he carried you straight to the bedroom, dropped you on the mattress, and stripped you bare in a blur of rough hands. his mouth worshipped your skin, biting and sucking marks down your chest, your stomach, the inside of your thighs until you were trembling.
“satoru—” you gasped when his tongue brushed your clit, when his teeth nipped your skin.
“can’t stop,” he muttered, kissing you hungrily, hands sliding down to spread your pussy open. “fuck, baby... look at this. you’re dripping already.”
then he undressed himself—tugging down his pants, his thick cock springing free, long and heavy, slapping against his toned stomach. he spat in his palm and stroked himself furiously, precum leaking, veins standing out along the thick shaft.
you looked up at him, frowning, “i need an explanation. not your dick, asshole.”
he smirked, crawling between your legs. “we’ll talk later, yeah? now spread those legs for me, angel.”
you obeyed anyways. he slapped his cock against your sopping folds before shoving in. one brutal thrust to the hilt, splitting you open, stuffing you full until your back arched and your nails dug into his shoulders.
“fuuuck—satoru—” you sobbed, eyes rolling back. “shit, you’re choking my cock,” he groaned, biting his lip. “s like your pussy forgot how to take me.”
he set a brutal pace, pounding into you so hard the bedframe smacked the wall. your tits bounced with every thrust, your toes curled, your legs shaking as he drilled deeper and deeper.
normally he’d tease, laugh, call you his loud little slut. but tonight? he looked so gone, jaw tight, eyes blazing with something darker.
“toruuu—aaahhh—fuck, too—so biigg—” you babbled, crying against his mouth. “yeah? missed me splitting you open like this?” he grunted, folding you in half, pressing your knees to your chest. “shit, you’re creaming on me already. you missed my cock that bad, huh?”
you wailed when he angled his hips just right, hitting deep, relentless. “god yes—feels so fucking good—don’t stop—use me—”
he snarled against your throat, voice breaking. “sorry—fuck—sorry for leaving you. missed you—missed this pussy so bad, baby—needed it so bad—”
your cunt clamped down on him, milking him as tears streaked your face. you were cockdrunk, dumb on the stretch of him, the filth spilling from your lips without shame. “just fuck me harder, satoru—just fuck me, fill me up—”
his thrusts turned messy, brutal. sweat dripped down his temple as he buried himself over and over, balls slapping against your ass.
“take it, baby,” he growled, voice low and rough. “take all of me—gonna fuck my cum so deep inside you—fuuuck—”
you broke with a scream, cumming hard around him, pussy fluttering as you soaked his cock.
“fuck, that’s it,” he groaned, hips stuttering. “squeezing the life outta me—fuck—” with one last thrust, he spilled inside you, cock twitching as hot cum flooded your cunt, leaking down your ass and soaking the sheets.
he collapsed against you, chest heaving, mouth pressing sloppy kisses against your damp skin.
later, when he finally stilled, he curled around you, arms locked tight around your waist like he’d never let go.
and if only you knew that it was the last time you’d ever be in his arms, you wouldn’t have let him go anywhere.
sexually frustrated choso has a hard time controlling himself sometimes
smut mdni
choso tired so hard to be patient. he really did. but how was he supposed to wait like you told him to when his cock was painfully hard in his boxers and you were supposed to be home 10 minutes ago? and it’s not like he could just jerk off if he wanted to either, the only thing that makes him cum anymore is your sweet cunt gushing around him.
just as he was about to go out and find you himself, by the good graces of the universe, he heard the front door open and the sound of your keys hitting the countertop.
the second you opened the bedroom door, he was on you.
in less than 5 minutes choso had you in prone, chest pressed to your back as he held himself up in his forearms, bullying his painfully hard and leaking cock into you. he buries his face in your neck, inhaling your shampoo and babbling incoherent apologies, “‘m so sorry baby. i- mm..feel too good, i- fuck, i’m sorry...”
he bottoms out, breathing heavy against your skin. you almost feel bad for making him wait, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love seeing him so fucking needy for you.
unfortunately for you however, you would live to (temporarily) regret those words. you seem to have forgotten how much stamina choso has when he’s like this.
he pulls out as slow as he can, just to let you feel how much hes throbbing, and then he’s slamming in and out of your sweet cunt like his life depends on it.
he doesn’t last long the first round, cumming hard with a guttural moan that makes you clench around him, which only makes him moan louder. it only takes choso a few seconds to recover before he’s fucking his cum impossibly deeper into you.
“fu- fuck baby…feel sososo good angel, i couldn’t wait for- haahh…couldn’t wait for you anymore…” he’s full on whimpering against your skin while peppering wet kisses across the side and back of your neck. he uses his knee to hike your leg up on the mattress, somehow pounding you harder. deeper.
you’re already half wrecked yourself, moaning and babbling into your pillow. you try smacking his arm lightly to get his attention, but the man’s fucking feral and his dick is still throbbing.
he fucks you for what feels like hours, switching your position every other round until your whole body burns. by the time you’re on your sixth orgasm, he has you on your back, your legs around his waist and his fingers intertwined with yours as he keeps them pinned to the mattress. he seems to have finally calmed down at least a little bit, no longer abusing your cunt like he was before.
“‘m sorry pretty…” he mumbles kissing your cheek, then your forehead, “i really tried to control myself but i couldn’t help it. needed to—ohh fuck—need to breed this sweet pussy so bad.”
“mm ‘s okay cho…” you mumble back, words slightly slurred.
“yeah? you forgive me?” he rasps, starting to pick up his pace again, “fuck of course you do, you’re perfect after all.”
“cho-!” you whimper, a string of broken moans and a couple tears following. seems like your hopes of walking tomorrow have been crushed.
i wrote this instead of doing my extremely overdue u.s. history assignments #priorities. also i will get to everyone’s requests eventually, js give me some time bc your girl is very behind in school rn 💔
Boyfriend!Gojo… who thinks since he is your boyfriend it’s okay to be a pervert .
He takes your panties, humps your pillows, and is constantly gropping your boobs. He dosent hesitate to put your hand on his cock whenever he’s horny- even when your out, and he dosent mind taking out his cock while watching you shower, panting heavily while his eyes squeeze shut.
Today after you find yet again another pair of underwear stuffed into his side of the dresser- you snap.
“Toru come here once your done baby.” You say trying to stay calm.
After he’s done brushing his teeth, he walks into the shared room and smiles softly “what is it- oh…” his smile drifts away as he sees you holding a Lacey pair of panties you bought a few days ago as a suprise.
“Now this” you say as you hold the panties up “this is why you don’t get nice things.”
“Hey you can’t be mad at me because my girlfriend makes me horny” he says with a shrug
“Not when I have constant cum stains on them- this is brand new Gojo”
“Ouch” he winces “didn’t have to use the last name” he jokes, but your not laughing.
“Fine, look I’ll stop with the underwear thing okay”
And you think that is that.
Untill he starts finding different ways to be perverted.
He starts gaining a obsession with your thighs.
Always touching them, grabbing and massaging them. And it’s fine with you— it really is!
Untill he wants to fuck them.
“Please baby, I promise it’ll feel good”
“All you have to do is lay there!”
“I’ll stop trying to do anal if you say yes”
But you say no. You keep denying him because you think it’ll feel weird, or you’ll look weird.
Right now, after a long day of being separated, Gojo is on top of you, kissing your neck softly while you let out tiny whimpers.
He reaches into the drawer to grap a condom untill he realizes they’re all gone.
“No more condoms baby” he pouts
“It’s okay” you pants, lips swollen from the kissing “just go raw”
He frowns.
“Isn’t that like the best news a guy can hear? Why are you pouting?” You question
“It’s just I was thinking , maybe, you know— I could do the thigh thing” he says shyly.
Now one thing about Satoru Gojo is he’s anything but shy. But now his head in buried into your neck and you realize he’s not shy— just needy.
He’s biting at your neck while whispering praises in your ears when you finally say yes.
And now, he’s slowly pushing into your thighs that are squeezed together, and letting out a loud overexaggerated moan. His eyes don’t leave your thighs as his mouth stays open.
His cock keeps nudging your clit as his thrusts get more confident. More rough.
His hands stay steady on your hips as he starts speeding up the pace
“See baby” he says through labored breath “ dosent this feel so so so good — fuck —- you always feel good” his head is thrown back as his grip tightens on your hips before he raises his hand and delivered a tight slap to your pussy
“Fuckkkk you almost there baby— you feeling good??? ” he moans out before moving his fingers to your clit.
Your back arches and mouth comes to a silent scream as your orgasam rushes over you, but satrou keeps moving, driving you to overstimulation.
You try to move back, trying to leave from his harsh grip, but he pulls you back to him, keeping you in place
“Your not going anywhere untill I’m done with you”
Boyfriend!Gojo.. who knew it was a bad idea to let his Nympo girlfriend tie him up and top him, because it’s been 2 hours- and it dosent seem like your stopping soon.
His legs are shaking and the tears that started to form in his eyes are threatening trinkle down his face when you decide to go harder.
“F-fuck please- aren’t you tired” he cry’s out as you move your fingers to his sensitive nipples and give him a hard pull
“No, Toru it feels so fucking good, can’t stop- I need it” you moan out, feeling his cock twitch deep inside you, pulling you into yet another orgasam.
Gojos eyes squeeze shut as he feels you moan and pulse around him
“I’mgonnacum I’m gonna- oh my god!” He yells out as he fills you up-
Wait he’s not.
He can’t.
There’s nothing coming out anymore. The only thingyou can feel are his hips pushing up into you and his hands pulling on the restraints.
“There’s nothing coming out, fuckkk baby you’ve got me cumming dry” he pants, trying to control himself as his now sensitive cock “maybe it’s time we- nonono please..”
His words stop in his mouth as he feels you slowly grinding on him while biting your lip - looking at him with that look in your eye.
“But I’m still so wet for you Satoru” you lean and whisper into his ear “and I feel so fucking full, and you feel so fucking good” you start slowly moving up and slamming back down against him.
His body practically jolts, while his mouth opens into a silent O. You move your hand behind you, and too his balls and give a harsh squeeze.
“Come on, I know you have something- oh!!”
Your suprised as you see him shake and his balls clench in your hand as he cums agian. Less than a minute after you started moving.
Tears stream down his face, while his hair sticks to his forehead. He’s softly crying while looking up at you, sensitivity written on his face.
“Do you want a minute ?” You ask softly while moving your hand to his face.
He nods.
“Then I guess you won’t mind me sitting on your face to give your dick a break?”
an old lady sitting at the next table looks over, appalled at the nature (and volume) of the question your best friend geto has asked you in the otherwise silent restaurant.
"oh my god, suguru," you hiss, giving the cranky old lady an apologetic smile before leaning over the table and scowling at your best friend. "you're still an asshole, right?"
"obviously," suguru shrugs. "i'm just asking."
"for your information, i'm not," you swat his hand away when his chopsticks reach into your bowl of ramen for your egg. "i met a tall, rich, sexy man and he ravished me allll night long. i still can't feel my legs."
suguru blinks at you, and then his shoulders start shaking with laughter. he ducks his head down and cups his hand over his mouth, he's that amused.
"what? don't believe me?" you smile back, ducking down to peek at the look on his face.
"ravished," he finally catches his breath, looking up at you with a wide grin. "you really do read too much of that weird porn. plus, if you did get 'ravished', you'd have that look on your face."
your chopsticks freeze halfway to your mouth. "what look?"
"you know," suguru reaches over again to steal your egg, this time faster than you can stop him, "after you cum, you have this dumb looking smile on your face for the entire day after. either you're a horrible liar, or this rich sexy man couldn't rock your world like i did."
"geto!" you gawk, glancing over to the cranky old lady who is already staring right back at you, wrinkled lips pursed. suguru is smiling when you look back at him, and you're stuck between slapping him for being so lewd, or for calling what he did to you 'rocking your world'. "shut. up."
"suguru," he corrects. "you're too shy. it's like you've forgotten that i know you're a huge fucking pervert?"
"i'm not—"
you're cut off by the old lady coughing very pointedly. you wince and look back at geto. "let's just go."
"wait wait," he starts shovelling his food down. "let me finish this."
the walk home is one that the two of you are familiar with. before life got busier, you used to walk this way almost every evening. suguru and you would share an earbud each and fight over who got to queue up the next song, just to end up pausing the music to focus on whatever benign conversation would spark between you.
suguru would walk you home, make you laugh by pretending to go in for a goodbye kiss at the door, and then act horribly offended when you'd slam the door in his face instead. every single time. without fail.
"you know," you look up at him. "we've still never kissed."
geto scrunches his nose up, glancing down at you as you walk side-by-side. his lips are still shiny with the broth from his ramen, because he is apparently still a child and doesn't know how to wipe his mouth. not with food, not with you...
"sure we have," he says. "what about that time after graduating that we played blind spin-the-bottle? we kissed then."
"oh, that was satoru," you muse. "i just took his place when he took the blindfold off you. remember? you complimented me on my 'sweet lips'? all him, baby."
suguru stops, and you try not to laugh at the awful sound of his shoes scuffing the pavement. "you're fucking with me."
"i'm not!"
"you are always fucking with me," he laughs, taking slow steps towards you that quicken with each step you take away. "c'mere. i'll fucking spank you."
you're running, trying to stifle your laughs as to not lose your breath. "and i'm the pervert?!"
he chases you all the way home, though you half resent him for making you run the length of your journey. with those fucking legs of his he could have caught and carried you home a solid three seconds into the chase.
at the door to your apartment, the two of you catch your breath. suguru's chest heaves up and down, and you're very suddenly reminded of just how winded he got the other week when you had the length of his cock in your mouth.
"thanks for lunch," he grins, though he was the one to beg you to come and eat with him. and the one to pay. "i forgive you for lying to me about your virginity."
you roll your eyes. "i think we traumatised that old woman."
"this one?" suguru reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small piece of paper, handing it to you. "i think she wants a piece of what you got."
you unfold the paper to reveal a phone number written in slanted lettering. well goddamn. the old lady was giving you the look because she wanted suguru.
"you should call her," you say, pushing the number back into his chest.
"ah, so you're saying i've still got it?"
you snort. "you never had it."
"hey. i could totally rock her world."
"you could rock her hip out of joint, maybe."
that earns you a laugh, which makes you laugh as well. the two of you say your goodbyes and, as per tradition, suguru puckers his lips up and makes a show of going in for a goodbye kiss.
though this time, for some reason you can't even pretend is lost on you, you don't slam the door in his face. you lean up, cup your best friends face in your hands, and meet his lips half way.
it's a perfect first kiss, really. his lips feel different against your own than they do between your legs. this time he's tentative in comparison to messy and hungry and yes, he still tastes like broth.
for a man always so ready to receive, he takes a long while to kiss you back. it worries you, even, makes you wonder if all of this building tension between the two of you had truly been just for fun.
but then he catches up, and lifts his hands to your waists and leans in so far that your arching back to avoid getting consumed whole by the starved man. you've never been kissed like this, like you're a smooth liquor with a dangerously high risk of addiction. something that doesn't taste too strong. that you could drink and drink and not realise the world is spinning around you.
you love it.
"i want it," suguru says as he pulls back, just enough to look you in the eyes. it's nice seeing all of his face like this, with his long hair pulled back.
"want what?" you scrunch up your nose. "my virginity?"
"no," suguru shakes his head, nearly clipping your nose with his, and then stops. "well, yes. holy shit, yes, more than anything—but no. this, idiot. i want this."
you look down to his hand which is gesturing wildly between the two of you. "...yeah? really?"
"really," he nods. "i think i hate being your friend."
"wow, i'm hurt."
"i'm serious."
you blink. "you're serious."
"dead serious," he looks between your eyes. "do you want it? ...me?"
you do. god, you do. you think you've known it since before all of this began, but to hear geto say it out loud, without using it as a joke or game or stupid line he'll tease you for falling for later makes your chest tight and sore.
you laugh, because thats your most natural state with him, and nod. "a little, yeah."
"a little," he parrots, smiling. you're only graced with the sight for a second though, as he's quick to lean in and press his lips to yours again.
this kiss is deeper. impossibly hungrier than the last, and you think if they only get better with time that you're going to grow old very fucking spoilt. he steps you backwards into your apartment and kicks the door shut behind him, not parting his lips from yours for even a second.
it feels a little cliche, sure, being walked right to the bedroom from the door. you're sure you've read this exact scenario a million times before in those eroticas that suguru teases you for, and part of you wonders if he's trying to emulate them for you, but you couldn't care less. few things in your life have ever felt as right as being with geto.
he's already hard, you can feel his tenting pants pressing against your lower stomach as he kisses you. it's only emphasised when he pushes you gently back onto your bed, and has you wrap your legs around his clothed waist. the weight and heat of his restricted erection against your pussy is enough to make you gasp.
you've held his cock before, tasted it, stroked it to completion and licked the cum clean from its length. but feeling it like this, pressing against your clit... you might go crazy. you understand the 'overwhelming need' you've read so much about now.
he's leaning over your body to kiss you again, licking over your bottom lip before pressing his tongue into your mouth. you can't tell if you're grinding against him, or he's grinding against you, but a newfound friction down south has you gasping into his awaiting mouth.
such ministrations go on for what you feel could both be an hour or ten seconds. your mind is so blurry and hot with need that you're lost to all concepts of time and space. he's got both of your tops off, and is working on his pants when he seems to reach a moment of clarity and suddenly stalls.
you glance down to where his thumb breaks the seal of his waistband. god you love that fucking happy trail of his, snaking down to his cock that is just aching to spring free and fill you...
"look at me."
you glance up at his firm tone, and meet his intense gaze. his pretty eyes are staring into yours, more serious than you've ever seen them. "i want this," he starts, half-breathless. "but i only want this on your terms. tell me what you want, pretty. i can use my mouth, or my fingers, or we can stay like this. we could stop, even."
you start to shake your head, but he takes your chin between two fingers and has you hold his gaze as he continues.
"i'd feel privileged to wait for this. and i will, for as long as you need me to. i have no expectations of you. never have. i tease you, i know, but i never fucking thought i'd actually get to have you like this. so, if you aren't ready, neither am i."
suguru makes it hard for you to tease him sometimes. your idiot of a best-friend-turned-lover, for all the stupid shit he says, has these beautiful moments of sincerity that oftentimes make you want to cry.
"i've been ready, i think," you say. "maybe not for just anyone, but if you'd asked at any point before this, i would have said yes. as long as its you."
"you're sure?" geto presses his forehead to yours. "say it out loud."
"i'm sure. i want this, and i want you. and i'll let you know if that changes and i want to stop."
"good," he presses a kiss to each corner of your mouth. "good."
in his back pocket is his wallet. and in his wallet, alongside the old lady's number and a polaroid of the two of you is one condom. he fishes his cock out of his pants and rolls the latex on to the achingly hard length.
you half expect him to fuck you there and then, but instead he dips a hand down to toy with you a little. he rubs circles over your clit until you're lax and writhing, and then stretches you open on two, and then three, of his fingers.
once you're practically begging for it, suguru presses a kiss to your nose, and then leans down to whisper in your ear. "when i first tasted you, i said you wouldn't be able to take me."
you feel his tip running up and down your folds, from clit to entrance, and then back up. "i know," you sigh, locking your ankles behind his back and closing your eyes.
"you wanna prove me wrong?" he nuzzles the side of your face. "we can make a bet. if you take all of me, i'll buy dinner."
"you'll buy dinner anyways," you smile, kissing his shoulder. the gesture makes him shudder.
"mm, true. if you lose, then, you have to let me read some more of that nasty porn on your phone."
you grimace. no matter how soft he is with you, suguru will never stop teasing you. "deal."
"deal."
a kiss to your neck, and then your jaw, and finally your lips, pulls a smile to your face. suguru holds himself over you, revels in the closeness of your bodies, and has you look him in the eyes as he pushes just his tip into you.
and there goes his ability to tease the intactness of your virginity. you gasp as you feel yourself stretching to accomodate him, hardly an inch deep inside of you and you're starting to thin the world might end if he ever pulls out.
he stills just for a moment, watching as your eyes flutter shut and you catch your lip between your teeth. "okay?"
you nod, and he pushes in further. bit by bit, stopping to kiss your face, or rub distracting circles on your clit, until the subtle pain that comes with being so full starts to morph into pleasure and suguru is once again whispering in your ear.
"you win."
your eyes open, and the already fucked-out expression on his face makes you smile. glancing down, you find the two of you connected completely, and you're suddenly very aware of the capacity to which he's inside of you.
you feel split open. in a good way. if that's possible.
"you're big," you say.
"yeah?"
"yeah," you nod. "don't let it get to your head."
"too late," suguru smiles. "can i move?"
you close your eyes once again, savour the feeling of him fully inside of you for a moment longer, and then nod.
the bliss that follows is full-body. he's slow to start, dragging his cock out of you in a slow burn, just to thrust forwards and fill you to the brim all over again. it has you moaning incoherently, which only seems to spur suguru on into a more consistent pace.
you like sex with him, you conclude, and you're pretty sure he likes it with you, too. if the sweet sounds from his lips aren't indicative enough of his enjoyment, the way his hips are already stuttering towards a release certainly is.
"close?" you ask.
"no," suguru lies, moving his hands down to hold your hips. he increases his pace a little, pushing you further up onto the bed with each now-harsh thrust.
god, you've never been so overwhelmed. the pleasure that suguru can pull from you is unmatched. you couldn't emulate this with fingers or toys or even his mouth—this is a unique pleasure that far surpasses your stomach and feeds instead into every conceivable inch of your body.
your nails dig into his shoulders, leaving half-moon marks that you want to run your tongue over again and again. he's looking down at you, mapping your face out with his eyes like you're some sort of painting to be dissected and ogled at for years to come.
he fucks you mean, and dotes on you at the same time. "so pretty," he calls you. "so fucking tight, too. gonna be the only one to ever feel you like this, okay?"
"that's presumptuous," you start to joke, but are quickly cut off by an intense and near-blinding pleasure when suguru starts hitting a very specific spot inside of you. yeah, you're done for.
"you like that?" he groans, only speeding up and adding two fingers n your clit to bolster your pleasure. "yeah you do, shit, you're tightening up on me so much. gonna come with me?"
you can feel his dick twitching inside of you, much like it did in your hand after you'd taken him in your throat. you wonder how it'd feel without the latex barrier, to have his release flood your insides... claimed in that primal way you might think cringeworthy once this is all over.
you're close nonetheless, rolling your hips up to meet each thrust of suguru's cock inside of you. he's perfect, and you find yourself saying just that as your orgasms build and build and crash over the two of you like treacherous waves on the beach.
who knew dick made you so poetic.
he meets your orgasm with a kiss, cumming into the condom as you squeeze him tighter than ever. tongue pushing into your mouth, he fills you in more ways than one, not stopping his movements until you're shaking and whining into his mouth for some mercy.
his forehead rests against yours as you both come back down to earth. your breathing syncs, deep laboured breaths shared between you—body and breath and pleasure. you've always shared everything with each other, huh?
"good?" is all suguru can say. you can only answer with a nod—good is an understatement. you might have a new vice.
he starts to pull out, nice and slow, and you're already grieving the sensation of feeling so full when he stills, his tip still inside of you.
you look down to meet his gaze, this stupid knowing smirk on his face. "there it is," he says.
"what?"
"that smile you get," he smiles. "now what was that fucking word you used? oh, that's right."
"huh? what are you doing, idiot?" you furrow your brows as he pushes your thighs back into what might be the start of a mating press.
"in your own words? i'm going to ravish you, baby."
you wonder if now is a good time to ask the 'what are we?' question.
Loser!choso.. who has been trying to find anything- anything to replicate how he would imagine sex to feel.
Loser!choso… who once spent a day hiding in his room, rubbing his cock raw while looking at photos from your Instagram. I mean you put them out there so technically it was fine right? Plus it’s not like he was ever going to actually talk to you in person, so it’s like it never happened.
Loser!choso… who fucked into his fleshlight countless times that day, pushing his cum back inside while he whispers your name under his breathe with need.
Loser!choso…who’s heart stopped as soon as he accidentally liked one of your posts while he was jerking off. And who almost combusted when he got a text from you 5 minutes later.
Loser!choso… who tried to act normal when you guys were messaging back and forth, trying to pretend his head wasent just thrown back in pure ecstasy while imagine what you looked like when you cum.
Loser!choso… who started relaxing when you weren’t mad at him, and wanted to get to know him more.
See, he always knew jerking off was productive.
You honestly hadn’t even known that choso had Instagram till he liked a post of yours... from 3 years ago. But it’s fine , you thought it was cute!
After that day you started talking more, in school, and out. Planning study dates and walks at the park, and things were going great!
Loser!choso.. who started being pretty fucking weird. Ever since you started dating he’s been so so desperate for you.
Trying to find any reason to rub aginst you, grab your boobs, whisper dirty things in your ear, and what’s worse of all is send photos throughout the day of himself whenever he’s hard.
He also has a bad habit of busting into your dorm just to make out. And even though you wanted to wait a little longer before you were ready for sex, you sure as hell didn’t mind watching him get off infront of you though! I mean you had to let him have something
And today all his dreams came true.
You told him that since you’ve been dating for a few months that you were ready for sex and he practically pounced you… untill he realized he had no clue what to actually do.
“It’s okay choso, I’ll take care of you” you say with a sweet smile and he swears he almost came his pants at that very moment.
Now, you were on your bed, you on top stradaling him, calm. And Choso beneath you, pushing his hips up in yours while sucking hickeys onto your neck, frantic.
“Please- please can’t wait anymore” he whimpers out while trying to push your shirt off of you , and when you finally took it off, he let out a moan, instantly moving his mouth to find your nipples, before you stop him by starting to unbutton his pants.
When both of your clothes were finally off, he started getting nervous. After all this time he’d actually get to feel you. I mean hell, after this he for sure is throwing away his fleshlight .
“Are you sure you want to do this” he asked, half his brain taking a moment to make sure you were okay.
“I’m fine Cho.. your just pretty big” you say with a whisper, and a bite of your lip.
He watches you with hooded eyes as you lift your self above him and finally start sinking down.
“Fuck!” He manages to yell as you slowly sink down onto him. His eyes are closed, head thrown back, and his hands fly to your hips, squeezing them so hard there’s sure to be a bruise.
“Wait wait I-I’m so close” he pants out with a whimper.
His breathe is labored and his hips can’t keep themselves from trying to fuck in you despite his words.
“It’s okay just bretahe” you manage to say between pants yourself. “S-stop fucking moving your hips choso” you close your eyes, trying to get used to the stretch of him. It feels too fucking good. All of him. And you really want to fucking move.
So you do.
You brace your hands on his chest and lift yourself up before slamming back down onto him, making him cry out and tears start to leave his eyes.
“S-so good it’s soo fucking good oh my god didn’t- didn’t think it’d be like this” he slurs, words barley there.
His hips start rising with you, moving faster and faster untill you don’t have to do any of the work. Now your the one begging him to slow, but he won’t- he can’t.
He flips you over and hikes one of your legs over your shoulder, providing a much, much deeper angle, making you see stars.
“F-fuck you feel s’good. I knew it ever since I was jerking off to your photos that this pussy would be Heavenly.” He admits shamelessly
“You use to jerk off to me?” You begin to question before your interuppted by a rude thumb that moves down to rub quick circles on your clit causing you to arch your back into him, only pushing him deeper.
“Shh, shhh it’s okay it’s not important” he pants out before suddenly his hips stutter and his eyes squeeze shut.
“Fuckfuckfuck your gonna make me cum- I’m close” he speeds up his movements on you and move his hand to your throat
“I’m- I’m right there with you, do it Inside, choso do it inside” you manage to let out between gasps, and move your hand to his hair, pulling lightly untill you hear him let out a deep moan and you feel him fill you up with rough movements.
Your legs hook around him and your mouth opens to a silent scream as your sent into your orgasam, Choso’s ministrations on you don’t stop- no. He wants you to fucking feel it.
It’s okay untill your trying to push him off of you dose he stop and move to rest on his knees, looking down at you panting.
Munch!choso…. Who’s just so damn impatient, he dosent have half the mind to take off your underwear before he’s shoving your thighs open with a harsh grip, and pushing his face between your legs.
Munch!choso… who drives you into overstimulation at least once a day. Ignoring your begs for him to slow down. You know your safe word, and so dose he. So untill he hears it spilling from your pretty lips , he’s not stopping anytime soon.
Munch!choso… who always has a pout on his face when you tell him it’s becoming too much. Starting to try to act sad by saying things like-
“So you hate me?”
“You just want me to starve?”
And when you finally do allow him to go back down he’s practically moaning into you. Hips rutting on the bed the more you pull his hair and tell him how good he’s making you feel.
Munch!choso… who never wants anything in return. All he needs is your pretty pussy in his mouth and he’s smiling ear to ear. Plus he usually cums in his pants just from that, but he won’t let you know.
Munch!choso… who’s misrable when your gone and he can’t get a taste of you. He’s slowly jerking off to memories of eatting you out untill your crying and shaking under him. Thinking about edging himself untill you cum with him.
Munch!choso… who can’t choose between eatting you out or sinking his cock into your warm pussy. It’s a hard choice, but usually you do both.
Innocent!choso… who dosent know that much about sex. He also dosent know its not normal to jerk off to your girlfriends photos everytime she’s not near.
Now to be a fair, it isn’t odd to jerk off to your girlfriend- but choso dosent do it…. Normally.
It’s everytime your not there. All the time.
Innocent!choso… who jerks off for hours after hours, every second your not around. He’s imaging you being there, on his cock, or kissing his neck. Sometimes it’s not even sexual. He’ll just think about your face, your voice, you cooking, and his hand is trailing down to his cock that’s already red.
He’s touching himself with a vibrator that he stole out of your room. Slowly rubbing it aginst his sensitive tip, all the way down his balls that he’s squeezing with his other hand.
His heads thrown back and eyes clenching shut as he edges himself for the 12th time this morning. He can’t stop, oh he’ll never stop. He loves you so much and he just needs to get the love out. And when your not there he just can’t help it!
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Okay, maybe he hasent been completely honest.
You… may… not be his girlfriend- but he swears you love him. You just need some time to fall in love with him!!
I mean he’s told his family all about you, his friends, everybody! He’s just confused on why your not noticing he’s the reason you wake up with your panties pulled down, and cum stuffed deep inside your pussy.
You must know it’s him I mean he is your roommate. And this is what good friends do, they help each other. So for now this is fine.
Boyfriend!Gojo… who thinks since he is your boyfriend it’s okay to be a pervert .
He takes your panties, humps your pillows, and is constantly gropping your boobs. He dosent hesitate to put your hand on his cock whenever he’s horny- even when your out, and he dosent mind taking out his cock while watching you shower, panting heavily while his eyes squeeze shut.
Today after you find yet again another pair of underwear stuffed into his side of the dresser- you snap.
“Toru come here once your done baby.” You say trying to stay calm.
After he’s done brushing his teeth, he walks into the shared room and smiles softly “what is it- oh…” his smile drifts away as he sees you holding a Lacey pair of panties you bought a few days ago as a suprise.
“Now this” you say as you hold the panties up “this is why you don’t get nice things.”
“Hey you can’t be mad at me because my girlfriend makes me horny” he says with a shrug
“Not when I have constant cum stains on them- this is brand new Gojo”
“Ouch” he winces “didn’t have to use the last name” he jokes, but your not laughing.
“Fine, look I’ll stop with the underwear thing okay”
And you think that is that.
Untill he starts finding different ways to be perverted.
He starts gaining a obsession with your thighs.
Always touching them, grabbing and massaging them. And it’s fine with you— it really is!
Untill he wants to fuck them.
“Please baby, I promise it’ll feel good”
“All you have to do is lay there!”
“I’ll stop trying to do anal if you say yes”
But you say no. You keep denying him because you think it’ll feel weird, or you’ll look weird.
Right now, after a long day of being separated, Gojo is on top of you, kissing your neck softly while you let out tiny whimpers.
He reaches into the drawer to grap a condom untill he realizes they’re all gone.
“No more condoms baby” he pouts
“It’s okay” you pants, lips swollen from the kissing “just go raw”
He frowns.
“Isn’t that like the best news a guy can hear? Why are you pouting?” You question
“It’s just I was thinking , maybe, you know— I could do the thigh thing” he says shyly.
Now one thing about Satoru Gojo is he’s anything but shy. But now his head in buried into your neck and you realize he’s not shy— just needy.
He’s biting at your neck while whispering praises in your ears when you finally say yes.
And now, he’s slowly pushing into your thighs that are squeezed together, and letting out a loud overexaggerated moan. His eyes don’t leave your thighs as his mouth stays open.
His cock keeps nudging your clit as his thrusts get more confident. More rough.
His hands stay steady on your hips as he starts speeding up the pace
“See baby” he says through labored breath “ dosent this feel so so so good — fuck —- you always feel good” his head is thrown back as his grip tightens on your hips before he raises his hand and delivered a tight slap to your pussy
“Fuckkkk you almost there baby— you feeling good??? ” he moans out before moving his fingers to your clit.
Your back arches and mouth comes to a silent scream as your orgasam rushes over you, but satrou keeps moving, driving you to overstimulation.
You try to move back, trying to leave from his harsh grip, but he pulls you back to him, keeping you in place
“Your not going anywhere untill I’m done with you”
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