you had always thought you were a listener. sometimes you are. but when you get down to talk about something, anything, with the person you're comfortable with you became a full on chatterbox.
so imagine when you're talking with megumi. maybe you're lounging around in his room, on his bed in eachother company's. and you kept talking and talking. and he's there, listening to every word. adding tidbits to your rambling but never shut you out.
you then realise how quiet he'd been and asked him questions about his days. he answered like he always do. short, precise and leading the conversation away and back to you.
you didn't notice how flawlessly he turned the topic. you only noticed how you're talking again. and a lot.
feeling self-conscious, you stopped mid-rambling. you fidget around your fingers and chuckles nervously, "i'm sorry i'm talking a lot," you said. a little sheepish that you let your mouth go on and on.
he was about to say that, no you aren't. infact it wasn't enough. he wanted you to talk more. that he was obsessed with your voice. with you and every part of your thoughts even the mundane ones.
but you cut him off, "if you think that i should shut up just say so. you don't have toâ" you started apologizing before he squished your face with his palm.
your mouth looked like a duck when you tried to speak, "gumi what are you doing?" a small giggle came out of you.
megumi isn't the best at speech. he is worse than inumaki with the speech curse. he couldn't for the life of him convey to you how he felt with words.
so he did what he did best. he leaned closer to you. gave your cheeks a squeeze or two. and with what you think was a subtle pout on his face he said, "never stop talking."
he never said why, never told you how you make him feel, never said that whenever he's with you it was the highlight of his day. well, he didn't need to. because the way he took care of you and your feelings showed you more than he needs to say.
with a soft smile on your face you nodded, "alright." as you picked up where you left off. he's all ears for you, always for you. itadori, nobara, gojo-sensei, never got what you get. his neverending attention.
yujiâs phone lights up and youâre still there.
you on the lockscreen, frozen in a moment he choseâhead tilted, smiling like youâd just said something mean and sweet at the same time. back when it was just a habit, back when youâd swat his shoulder and go, âdo you ever get tired of me?â and heâd laugh like youâd asked whether the sun ever gets tired of shining.
ânever.â
he used to change the picture every week. like a ritual. like proof. like if he kept collecting you, nothing could take you.
then it did anyway.
you got older the normal wayâsilver hair, slower steps, tired handsâand yuji stayed the same kind of young that made strangers stare. heâd pull you closer in crowds, protective, like he could shield you from the math in their eyes.
megumi went first. yuji stood at the funeral with his jaw clenched and a smile that kept breaking, like he didnât know what to do when there was nothing to fight.
nobara followed later, still sharp until the end, still calling him an idiot for hovering. when she was gone, yuji sat in the dark with his phone in his hands and scrolled until his thumb hurt.
after that, it was you and him, the last two points on a map that used to be crowded.
you caught him swapping his lockscreen again one night, brow furrowed like it mattered more than sleep.
âstill doing that?â you teased.
he looked up, soft. âyeah. i like having you here.â
you didnât say it then. you waited until another night, when your voice was smaller and the room felt too quiet.
âwhen iâm gone,â you told him gently, âyou should change it.â
yuji smiled too fast, too brightâlike he could outrun the sentence. âyouâre not going anywhere,â he said, and he kissed your forehead like it sealed the lie shut.
but later, after the world did what it always does, yuji sat alone with his phone lit up and your face on the screen, thumb hovering over the wallpaper settings like he was staring at a drop he couldnât step off.
because changing it would mean admitting heâd lost you, too.
and heâd already buried megumi.
heâd already buried nobara.
he couldnât bear to bury you a second time, even if it was only on a screen.
so he keeps you there. not because he thinks it'll bring you back. but because itâs the last place his love can still be loud without anyone leaving.
and if someone catches a glimpse and asks, âwho is that?â
yujiâs voice goes gentle in a way that makes people look away.
âmy wife,â he says. then he adds, quieterâalmost like heâs talking to the screen instead of the person asking.
âsheâs the reason i made it this far.â
and for a second, his smile flickers, soft and aching.
âiâm just... still learning how to keep going without her.â
heâs all sunshine and sweetness â wide shoulders, pink hair, the kind of boy who helps old ladies with their bags and says âbless youâ when people sneeze.
and he has no idea that every time he hugs you (tight, arms low, cheek pressed to your temple), heâs giving you another reason to lose your mind when youâre alone.
because heâs big. heâs warm. and he doesnât pull away when your thick thighs brush his or when your soft belly presses against his abs.
you try to be normal. polite. sweet.
but then thereâs him, stretching beside you in a tank top, moaning about how sore his muscles are. tossing his hoodie off like it doesnât drive you crazy. and laughing â always laughing â in that boyish, god-help-me way that makes you think about things you shouldnât.
like riding his thigh.
or sitting on his face until you cry.
or letting him hold your wrists while he pushes his big, meaty cock into your weeping cunt.
âyou okay?â he asks one day, blinking those honey eyes at you.
no. youâre not. youâre soaked and sinful and ruined just from looking at him.
but you smile.
you nod.
because youâre a good girl.
and good girls donât beg to be split in two by their best friend.
the first time yuji hears you laugh, like really laugh, he stops what heâs doing mid-motion, like someone hit pause.
like, âoh. there it is.â
after that, itâs over for him. because suddenly your laugh becomes this tiny sun he keeps orbiting. youâll be talking, and heâs already watching your mouth like heâs waiting for it. youâll smile at your phone, and he leans over like, âwhat, whatâ show me,â not because heâs nosy, but because he wants to be part of whatever makes you sound like that.
and he starts doing it on purpose. the corniest jokes. the worst impressions. the most unnecessary dramatics. heâll commit to a bit so hard youâd think his life depends on it, just to get that one sharp burst of laughter out of you. and when it happens, his whole face changes.
as if he had just remembered something good exists.
sometimes he doesnât even join in right away. heâll just stare for half a second, smiling like an idiot, like heâs taking a mental screenshot. then he laughs too, big and loud, because how is he supposed to not when youâre doing that?
and heâs so obvious about it, too. youâll laugh and he goes, âagain,â immediately, like a kid asking for another push on the swings.
youâll cover your face, cheeks hot, and heâll catch your wrists gently and pull your hands down like heâs rescuing the moment.
âno, donât hide,â he says, softer now. âi like it. i really like it.â
bad day? your laugh still gets him. crowded room? he still finds it. heâll hear you from the other side of the room, and you can practically see his shoulders drop, like his body finally unclenched.
like your laugh is proof youâre okay. like itâs proof heâs okay, too.
shidou getting cuteness aggression during sex is so crazy âyouâre so fucking cute youâre gonna make me cumâ and he looks so out of his mind saying it too because you being cute actually makes him worse. heâs already trying to make you cum again, even though you just did, before he gets to :/ so
wearing a bra with a front clasp and your fave not realizing itâŚ..laying on top of him during a slow and sensual makeout session and you feel his big hands gliding up your spine to fiddle with the bra to get it off of you - only for him to falter in confusion a bit when he only feels the smooth band across your back. Your little giggle, looking at him with a softly teasing smile when you sit up to reach for the pretty metallic clasp that sits between your breasts, his eyes are suddenly so sharp as they dart down to your cleavage as your fingers swiftly open the garment for his eager eyes to watch your tits pop out right then, the soft wobble of them and his mouth immediately latching on to your nipple while you gasp and giggle.
18+ đđđ. fwb Satoru developing feelings for you, creampie, a lil' possessiveness
Something has changed about the way your best friend Satoru has been fucking you lately.
The mid-sex laughter, his intimate whispers, feeling around inside you with a slow carefulness while grazing his nose against your damp cheek, âSo wet, baby â yâsure ya donât feel anything for me?â
You giggled, feeling a small pang of fright in your chest. Why was he asking that? Worse, why did he press his calloused palm so tenderly to the small of your back, bringing you deeper into his chest, when before he used to simply take you from behind because, in his words, âMissionary is for loversâ?
It was a dangerous game that the two of you were playing. Each thrust brought you closer together, not just towards orgasm for him; he was really feeling you, snuggling his cock to the hilt like he had no intention of pulling out.
Denial era over, his hips stuttered as pleasure drove a map around him from his cock to every point in his body. You've never seen him tremble and moan like that before. It's like this creampie enlightened him, or something.
He weighted into you with his heavy muscular frame, sticky with sweat, exhausted â balls drained, abs overworked.
The sound of his soft whimpers, as you felt the ridge of his cock catching on your entrance upon withdrawal â they sounded different. âYouâre so pretty when youâre leaking my cum.â he muttered, swiping a hand through his wet bangs as he admired the sight of his cum forming rivulets down your pussy.
Something was off. Why was his tone so amorous? What happened to this man? â did a ghost come and rob him of his fuckboy arrogance?
Because this fuck didn't feel 'casual' anymore; you could tell by the glint of his eyes when he drew his gaze up from your creampied hole, that â as far as his whole body and mind were concerned â you were his woman and he was your man.
âSorry, I just had to claim your pussy.â He blurted out, then blushed after realizing the content of his words.
Claimed, completely. Full of his babies. Drowned in his scent. Belonging, entirely to him.
đđđ.ă ¤â Dilf!Gojo fantasizing about taking his babysitter's virginity 'till it becomes a reality and oops... now he's fucking you off the bed 'n taking this to the floor like a wrestler!
đđă ¤â 6.7k (beefy like his di-)
đđă ¤â strictly NO under 18s, smut, virginity loss, plot, fucking the babysitter trope, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms/creampies, cunnilingus, aftercare đŤś, age gap (Gojo in his 30s, reader in her 20s), solo masturbation, pet names (good girl, slut, etc.), breast play, subtle breeding kink, daddy kink, big d!ck Gojo, he um... fucks a pillow while you give him an innocent massage
"I've always liked older men. Boys my age just don't get me, you know? Neither do they know how to fuck me."
That was one of the first things you said to Gojo Satoru.
And he nearly had a heart attack. Choked on his drink so hard that he had to spit half of it back into the glass.
How could you say something like that with such an angelic voice? It didn't match up, your words were nasty but your face was innocent.
Wiping his mouth, Satoru tried to recompose himself.
"Is that so...?" is all that he could manage to reply with.
He tugged at his baby blue shirt's collar, unbuttoned one button 'cause he couldn't breathe. His blood was pumping. His heart was thumping.
"How old did you say you were again?" you asked softly.
"Thirty-two." he replied. "And way too old for you."
"Perfect." you smiled.
"Huh?"
Mmm... now what did his best friend say about you? "Oh Satoru, I know a babysitter that you and the kids will just adore. She's a real sweetheart."
A sweetheart... uh, yeah, well Suguru didn't warn him about the fact you had a thing for dads. Didn't warn him that you might be crazy. Touch-starved. A way too horny and provocative twenty-something year old virgin.
Maybe Suguru didn't even see this side of you... maybe it was just Satoru that you were throwing yourself at. Surely Suguru would have told him all about a heated affair that he had with a babysitter... right? Or was he the only daddy that you fantasized about fucking your pretty brains out?
Just the thought of that being true made his ego swell and his blood rush down to his heavy cock. He loved thinking about the obvious fact that you laid in bed touching your pussy to the thought of him.
He endured your flirting. Held his hands behind his back. Bit his tongue. Told himself that he can't make out with his hot babysitter on a random Sunday afternoon, as much as he wanted to, because that was diabolical.
You were sitting on the couch alone some nights, ensuring his kids were entertained and fed and happy, while he was at work. You watched their favorite cartoons until they felt drowsy and then you had to tuck 'em into bed and read three separate bed time stories for each of them because Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara all liked different stories.
It was exhausting, but such a joy to babysit such sweethearts.
After they fell asleep, you'd wander a lonely path back downstairs and look at the time â 8:45 PM â then yawn big and snuggle up on the couch and... wait. And wait. Anddd... wait.
Satoru would always come home late from work.
You'd hear the click of the front door and have an almost Pavlovian reaction. Oh, daddy's home.
You'd strain your ears to hear his footsteps as he walked down the hall, hear the satin hiss of his loosening tie, the sound sparking your over-active imagination. And, pushing a stressed-out sigh past his lips, Satoru would walk into the living room to see you looking drowsy and messy after a long day of taking care of his three kids.
And it's that messy sight of you which made something click in Satoru's mind. That's what really sold him on you. Sure, you were a crazy hot mess... but you had this undeniable motherly quality about you that just made him wonder.
What if he gave you his babies?
Shit. Sorry. Random Friday night thoughts. Forgive him. He's been working at a desk all day and now he's feelin' a bit woozy.
He looked at you, mumbled a sweet but gruff "Hey." and then took a seat right next to you on the TV-lit couch. He sat a respectable distance away from you at first... but then, uh, the next second you had already scooched over to his side until you two were almost pressing thigh against thigh.
Exhausted. Apprehensive at how close his flirty babysitter liked to sit next to him, while at the same time getting half-hard at the thought of tearing off your tiny clothes and showing you just how frustrated a tease like you makes him. Satoru sat and endured.
Underneath all that teenage-like sexual tension, he was feeling welcomed home by you. He almost forgot how nice it felt to have someone waiting up for him.
"So, how was work?" you asked.
He grumbled. He sighed. He was half-hard and full-frustrated. No one had asked him that question in a long time in such a caring voice that it actually tugged at his heartstrings a bit. Just a bit.
"It was... um, yeah... like any other day. Long and hard."
"Long and hard..." you nodded, trailing off and letting the innuendo fill the air.
He gave you a look.
"Exactly how long and hard?" you asked.
He couldn't believe that your stupid jokes like that made him chuckle. And what a sight his smile was; his dimples, the way his eyes crinkled up at the corners, making the slightest age lines appear on his pale face.
"Ah, finally I got a smile out of you."
"And that's the only one you're getting." he shook his head.
Satoru brought his big hand to massage his shoulder, letting out a tense groan from his thought.
Oh, the pitiful look that you gave him made him wanna crawl onto your lap and weep. He'd worked so hard all week with scarce breaks, and all he wanted was a sweet, soft woman to lay upon, to be loved by, to fuck stupid, to use like a good stress-relieving fleshlight â ya know? Just a nice way to wrap up a hard week.
"You..." you began, pressing one long decorated nail into his firm pecs, "... look like you're in desperate need of a massage."
"Ahah... no, no..."
He stuttered, smiled a big toothy smile that made you wanna bite him. God, he really looked like that old photo of himself right then â that one you stole, remember? His graduation photo. He just looked too hot and you had to have a memento of him for your memory box.
Shit. You were crazy.
Satoru had no fucking idea whether you were making a dirty suggestion or just genuinely offering him a massage.
Either way, the thought of your hands on him got the hairs on the back of his neck standing up.
Though the rational side of his brain was telling him to refuse your offer, the ghost of the crazed fuckboy that he used to be forced him to accept â like, fuck, what kind of idiot would you be if you refused a pretty girl to work her hands on you, Satoru? Don't put your past self to shame, he thought, you're only gonna get older one day and then that thing ain't even gonna sit up like a good boy without some treats... yeah... that's right... you're gonna be real fucking old one day, Satoru... think about it...
"You know what, actually...? Yeah, I'd love one... but you better be good." he said in a low rasp.
"Oh, don't worry â I'm the best." you grinned like a sweet little devil.
I'll fucking bet you are, cheeky slut, he thought.
He looked like he was holding back all his raw lust. Like if you said just one more thing like that then he would tear your clothes right off your slutty little body and fuck you until every thought flew out of your head except for thoughts of him.
****
Yeah, that martial artist discipline of his really came in handy once you started massaging his shoulders and back. If he hadn't been so strict on himself, he would have...
"Gosh, you're sooo tense, Mr. Gojo... relax."
... I need to fuck her brains out. That's the first thought that he had to push out of his head.
"... let me take the weight of your shoulders..." you nearly whispered, working your hands into his meaty muscle.
Ooh he slipped, he totally gave in.
"Mmm..." he let out a purring moan, feeling the pressure of your fingertips sink into his sore muscles. "That feels good... keep going."
You were trying to keep it cool and professional... er, as professional as you could with your hands exploring Gojo Satoru's muscular back.
Having the lights down low didn't help much. Everything was turning you on. Your clit was already buzzing and begging for attention from behind your thin panties.
This was babymaking atmosphere.
You were going insane, soaking your panties and twitching 'cause you've got a hot dad groaning under your touch.
"Y' can go a little harder..." he muttered in a rough voice.
"M'kay..."
"Mmm..." he let out that purring moan again, this time stretching it out.
Something was so erotic about giving him a massage, even though it wasn't supposed to be â uh, it really wasn't supposed to be, right? Right? It's not like you planned this out all night, not like you were scheming while watching cartoons and waiting for Gojo Satoru to come home.
Ah c'mon... he's an overworked man in need of a massage. Just listen to him, he's moaning like he's â oh, he's closing his eyes, too? He must be really feeling it. His breath is becoming choppy, too.
"Just a bit more..."
"Like this?"
"Yeahhh... just like that."
His mouth hung open in bliss. He squirmed a little. Shit... he could feel himself throbbing. Even slightest friction of his pants shifting along his painfully hard cock was already intense enough to make him clench his jaw.
You smirked, catching a delicious glimpse of the prominent outline of his bulging cock right before he instinctively covered it up with a pillow.
Damn, how does he keep such a monster hidden under such thin dress pants?
Sticking your tongue out in focus as you deliberately massage a spot on his back that makes him moan out the most, Satoru rolls his eyes back and dies a little orgasmic death.
"Yeah... th-that's it... right there... right there... you can go harder."
"Like this?"
"Yeahhh... good g- uhhh, th-that's good." he purred, holding back his tongue just in time because oops, he almost called you a good girl without even thinking.
Oh, that pillow coverage sure helped to keep his boner out of sight but then he had a new problem... the pleasurable friction of the pillow and the fact his stubborn hips liked to move on their own.
Without trying to make it obvious, he was getting off with the pillow, shifting it as inconspicuously as he could but he just couldn't get enough friction â shit, when was the last time that he was so horny he could even enjoy fucking a pillow? It was insane how hard he was, how much his cock oozed sticky precum, how every inch stood at attention asking politely to stretch out some good babysitter pussy.
He shut his pretty blue eyes when started feeling reaaally good. Like, god, he needed this more than he needed air. It was such a shit day at work, but now all the stress that he had built up throughout the day just melted away with each subtle thrust of his bulge into the pillow, and your soft hands digging into his muscular back.
I wanna fuck her so bad.
"Uhhh, fuckkkkkkk...!" he let out a broken moan.
You stopped massaging his back, eyes blown wide open, trying to hold back your shock and snickering. He had worked up a subtle sweat. His muscles were twitching. He was gasping. It was so obvious to you what had just happened.
"Mister?"
"Huh?" he blinked the stars out of his eyes, coming-to as if his orgasm knocked him out for a second.
"Are you okay...?"
He opened his eyes and... oh, there was a wet patch on his dress pants where he just came. Oops. A little massaging and pillow-fucking and he came all over his thigh? Well, that had never happened before. Guess his cock was just super sensitive after not having sex for so long â but you didn't hear that from me...
Satoru gulped. He abruptly stood up, acting as nervous as a bird, "Um, uh... it's late, isn't it? I've gotta drive you home..."
"Aw, okay." you frowned at him, wiggling your hips like you were expecting more.
And he looked at your wiggling hips, your slightly spread apart legs, and then he let a nasty thought pass his mind, and nearly caved and asked you if you wanted to...
****
God, you had your legs apart and he could smell your ovulation. No no, don't call him crazy. He could smell it.
And as he went upstairs to wipe the cum off his inner thighs and change into new pants, he couldn't stop thinking about the fact that you must have been soaked. You must have had the prettiest pussy ever.
Oh, he threw his head back and groaned when he met you back downstairs because while he tried acting professional, now you were all worked up and in an outrageously flirty mood.
You were about to say something outrageous again but he stopped you dead on your tracks.
"Shut up, I don't want to hear it. Let's go." he said, grabbing his keys.
You saluted him playfully, "Yes, daddy."
He did a double take. "What?"
"Nothing." you smiled innocently.
His eyes caught yours, then he rubbed his cheek like he was stressed out.
It was really obvious why he liked you, but Satoru was aching to ask why on earth you like him so much.
Didn't you think he was an egotistical asshole? That's how his ex-wife described him, anyways.
*****
"So you're a Sagittarius, huh?" you ask, little voice dripping in sultriness and setting off alarm bells in the fuckboy side of his mind. "That's hot."
"Uh-huh."
He's driving you home. 60 mph. Switching lanes. Bright blue eyes blind-spotting to the left. Next they're side-eyeing you. Catching on your pretty baby angel face. Trying to keep it together, but his cock is starting to make a bulge in his pants again. Something you've discovered is that the poor man doesn't even change out of his suit most days; when he comes home he just faceplants into bed and falls asleep.
"A december baby?"
"Yup. December seventh." he replies curtly.
Relax, Satoru. It's just conversation. Just innocent, professional conversation with the babysitter who just witnessed you fucking a pillow and cumming in your pants.
After a steadying inhale, he politely returns the question, "What about you? When's your birthday?"
Satoru pays you a brief glance before bringing his gaze back to the speedometer. 50 mph.
Just that one question turns into a deep exploration of your psyche.
"... I just don't like guys my age... like, god, they don't even turn me on anymore."
You give a dramatic pause before looking at him with a nympho fire in your eyes.
"Hey, you're an old man â got any sage advice for me?"
"Hey, who you callin' an old man?"
"Sorryyy, I'm just being cheeky."
"I can tell."
"Sooo... what's your advice?"
Satoru furrows his brows. "For what?"
"For getting older guys to pay one small glance to a sweet girl like me?"
He tenses up and doesn't reply.
You're insane. Worse, you're even more insane than he was when he was your age.
His cock is throbbing against his inner thigh. Again. Precum. Everywhere. How dare you? He's in-between throttling you and stopping off on the side of the highway to bend you over his car's hood to show you he ain't no old man. What a cheek...
"This is your turnoff, isn't it?"
"... yeah."
You watch him flick on the turn signal. You catch his eyes just before he blind-spots again.
As he's pulling off the highway, you pull a dumb joke out of your brain, eager to get a response from him.
"It's my turnoff. But ya wanna know my turn-on?"
"..." he doesn't reply, just gives you a look, then tears his eyes off you and rubs his fingers over his mouth.
"C'mon." you encourage, "You're so uptight; let me humor you a little."
"I'm pretty sure I can guess your turn-on."
You tilt your head at him expectantly. He purses his lips. Drives down your street. Pulls into your driveway. Parks. Unbuckles his seatbelt with a tantalizing slowness that sparks your imagination â d'you wonder if he unbuckles his belt that slowly, too?
Satoru offers one lazy guess. "Older men?"
"Bingo!"
He stifles a smile, shakes his head, thinks you're crazy, and then opens his car door and steps out, leaving you to giggle and unbuckle your seatbelt alone.
He swerves 'round the hood of the car over to your side, and reappears at your window to open your door for you.
"Wow. Handsome and chivalrous? Why'd your wife let a gem like you go?"
"... that's not really any of your business."
"Aw, c'mon... I'm just dripping with curiosity."
He doesn't reply again, just walks you silently to your front door. His heart is beating faster as he eyes out the curve of your ass. That tight sundress shows just the faintest hint of a thong underneath.
Just a thin sundress? A tiny thong underneath? God you're so fuckable, he thinks. So, so fuckable. And the worst part is that you're one of the girls who knows you're hot. That's why you bounce around in front of men like him like you're a reckless bunny.
He's trying so hard to block out wild fantasies of ripping the fabric off your tight body and fucking you into a dumb, slutty mess.
Block it out, Satoru, block it out.
Finally, he replies to the question you posed earlier.
"I'm full of myself, apparently." he says bitterly.
"You're full of yourself?" you tilt your head, a light confusion glossing over your features.
He's so patient and fatherly to his kids; a jovial and wholesome man. I mean, he takes his kids to every place they wanna go, makes gingerbread houses with them in the festive season, plays pretend with them, sets up outdoor adventures in his backyard, gets dressed up in a ridiculous costume for Halloween and takes them out trick-or-treating every year without fail. For god's sake, he bought a hot pink set of baking cookware just because Nobara fancied herself a chef.
He gives his all to his kids, how could anyone think he's full of himself?
"... seems like your wife was wrong about you." you reply.
"Ex-wife. And nah, you'll probably agree with her if ya stick around me long enough â " he speaks self-deprecatingly of himself, but then you interrupt him.
"â mmm, if I stick around ya for to long... y'think I'll end up being full of you, too?"
He stutters. Blood rushes to his cock.
"What?"
"Nothing, nothing."
Satoru blinks at you in total disbelief. Again, an innocent face like you saying such outrageous shit is just insane to him.
"You've got a nasty conscience, you know that?"
"N'aw, don't mind me. I'm just having fun, being a little silly." you giggle, eyes all over him and his pretty, rideable face.
"Well, I wouldn't call flirting with older men being 'silly'..."
"And I wouldn't call pillow-fucking being 'professional'..."
Oh god. Oh my fucking god. He's breaking in two like a kitkat.
Satoru is rendered fucking silent. He's stunned. He's red.
"Goodnight." is all he replies with. And then he leaves. What the hell else is he supposed to say to that? You're crazy.
Now you got him all worked up and he doesn't know what to do. If younger Satoru knew that one day in his thirties he'd meet a slutty babysitter... oh, god. Younger Satoru would be pumping his fist in the air.
But he's gotta keep playing it cool, 'cause there's no way he can fuck his babysitter... there's NO way...
... so there he is that very night tucked in his black satin sheets, leaky cock in his fist and jaw slacked, face sweaty, fucking himself to supposedly real "I fucked my babysitter" erotica stories. No, he's not one for porn videos. He just wants to lay back and picture your pretty face with no disturbances. He just wants to lay wayyy back on his king-sized bed, fisting his cock with soft fwupfwupfwups while picturing his babysitter's pussy sitting pretty on him.
He groans at his dirty little fantasies as he slides his hand up and down his shaft, getting so lost in the idea of taking your virginity that he forgets all about the erotica story he's reading and jus' closes his eyes, head thunking back against the headboard in bliss and cock dripping like a leaky faucet, practically drooling all over his lower abdomen.
"Good girl; take it all, just like that..." he mutters.
He slides his thumb over his leaky tip and holds it over the hole, smearing precum everywhere as it oozes out, getting his cock wetter before going back to stroking it at a steady speed. His breath gets ragged as he lures his orgasm out.
He's never met a virgin as slutty as you before, that's for sure.
Shit, he really shouldn't be thinking about fucking his babysitter. He really shouldn't tease his cock to thoughts of taking your virginity. It shouldn't bring on his orgasm to picture you trapped underneath his heavy muscles, cumming all over his mature cock.
"... ugh!" he moans out, shifting down the headboard and curling his toes. "Fuck! Fuck... oh, shit, baby..."
Just like that, his jaw slacks in pleasure 'n his cock shoots out thick ribbons of cum and he's creaming all inside you â oh, sorry. That was just in his fantasies.
In reality, he's just cum all over his abs and chest. It shot up so high that it almost reached his neck.
He pants and looks down at the wasted seed that he coulda pumped inside you.
Groaning as he comes down from his high, Satoru lays with his long legs spread out on his bed for a while and curses himself for thinking of fucking his babysitter.
And then he starts weighing the pros and cons of actually doing it.
Yeah, he stares up at the ceiling after jerking off for like thirty minutes, cum splattered on his abs, thinking about how bad of an idea it would be to actually fuck his slutty babysitter.
No, Satoru. You can't. Absolutely no â no fucking the babysitter. Satoru? Bad boy. Don't do it. I know she's fuckable but you cannot fuck your â
****
â so like a week later, he's spreading your legs and crawling inbetween them.
He's placing rough kisses against your lips like he's almost angry about being this horny.
"Nn!" you whine, feeling his fingertips press against your clothed pussy, pushing against your entrance.
"Aw, you're soakin' your panties just from a little bit of kissing? Aren't you cute." he murmurs on your skin.
"Sh-shut up and fuck me... I can't take this teasing." you spit back, pulling him back into a rough kiss.
He chuckles into your mouth, tongue slithering over yours and tangling up with it for a few seconds before he pipes up;
"I'm just getting back at you for all the teasing I endured from your slutty ass."
Biting your lip. Pulling away. Letting out a purely erotic noise. Sliding his big hands down your sides and gripping you like you're his woman.
Oh now your breath gets caught in your throat.
"Let's get you nice and ready for me, hm?" he husks, lips dangerously close to your clothed pussy.
Oh now your heart rate spikes to an alarming rate. Fuck. You're actually doing it. You're actually gonna fuck an older guy.
He plants a rough kiss on top of your pussy, chin pressing against your buzzy clit.
"Mm...!" you press your lips together, trying to keep some sort of composure but you can't 'cause you've got Gojo Satoru between your legs â who the hell would be able to stay composed in your position?
Damn, it drives him crazy when your inner thighs graze the sides of his cheeks. You're ruffling up his hair. He's going down on you.
A moment later, he's pushing your panties aside and lapping at your pussy. Another moment later, he's curling his tongue up inside you.
"Oh my god th-that feels good..." you gasp, feeling his slippery tongue writhe inside.
"Mmm, I know it does."
He feels smug hearing this, pressing an open-mouthed smile against your pussy lips as he sticks his tongue as deep into you as he can possibly go, eyeing your blissed-out expressions. Sliding his tongue out, spitting on your pussy, rubbing sloppy frantic circles on your clit, Satoru's acting like a total show off.
It makes you hide your face between your palms.
"Ah-ah-ah... I want you to watch." he growls, "Don't you dare take your eyes off me, m'kay? That's a good girl."
Tip of his nose nudging your clit as he tongue-fucks you into hazy bliss, you're moaning like you never knew you could.
And he's just in heaven, 'cause he's got your juices dribbling down his chin and glossing his lips better than his favorite lip gloss â uh-huh.
"Mister! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck â nnn! G-gojooo!" you start mewling his name and he goes faster, trying to chase your orgasm out with full intent to leave you hanging.
Your breath is staggering, pussy pulsing with that edge of pleasure and oh, suddenly he's retracting his tongue from your weeping, spasming hole before you can cum all over his face.
Yep. He leaves you hanging.
"Wait â ! Nn, I was gonna câ"
"â y'know, princess" he interrupts, wiping your slick off his cheek with his fingers and licking it off right before your wide eyes, "I really think we're past the formalities; call me Satoru."
Half-dazed and ditzy on the pleasure of a missed orgasm, you watch as Satoru pulls away from you, his knees digging into the mattress and weighing it down.
Veiny hands find his belt and smoothly undo it, whipping off with a loud crack.
"O-oh?" you breathe excitedly.
He smirks, seeing how your eyes are glued to his bulge, "Aw, ya gonna perv on me while I strip for ya?" he teases, then clicks his tongue in regret when you reply with a lamb-like look, "Hahaha, don't get shy on me now. I'm just teasing."
Absolutely drooling over his physique as he strips his clothes off tantalizingly slowly, Satoru's been so composed up until now; as he unbuttons and unzips his long zipper, you notice how ragged his breathing actually is. Like he needs it bad. Like his cock is getting strangled by his clothes.
After hastily taking his pants off, Satoru quickly frees his eager cock from his boxer briefs.
And your eyes go wiiide.
"Oh."
Pale. Pink. Stiff. Leaky. Bit of an upper curve. Thick veins. What's that, like maybe a nine? No, no, there's no way. Actually, on second look, maybe?
"C'mere, let me have you." he rasps, one hand gripping his dummy big cock.
"That is not gonna fit inside me."
His ego swells. Ah, how many girls have said that to him in his life? And it never gets old.
"Nah, it'll fit."
You twitch excitedly, breath catching in your throat as Satoru comes closer to you and snuggles his slim waist between your legs which you just keep spreading wider and wider, so ready to take him even though you're nervous as hell.
"Ready to get ya cherry popped, cutie?" he asks.
He taps his cock against your entrance, coats it in your slippery juices, teases that hot tip in 'n out.
"Yeaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhfuck! Holy shit! Um! Uh!"
"What is it?" he throws a smug smile your way.
He watches intently as your pouty lips move, "'Big, 's really fucking big...! Ooh, god! Nn! Nnn!"
"You're so cute." he arches over you, grinning like the Cheshire cat.
His head starts to spin as he slides inside you.
Fuck. He's actually doing it. Sure, he fucked that flight attendant once. Yeah, he had a couple flings. He was a nasty, sex-crazed fuckboy in his youth. And yet... nothing felt as nasty as this.
This is everything he ever fucking needed. This is the sweet and nasty girl that he's craved for all his life. The rest were too nasty, some too sweet, but you? A perfect slut.
Satoru's curving up into you and teasing your sweet spots with his tip like he's letting 'em know that soon they're gonna get bullied with his hard-hitting strokes.
And your pussy's happily getting stretched out, walls clinging to every inch he pushes in like she's so thankful that you finally gave her something besides your fingers or toys to clench around.
"Ah, fuck, that's tight."
"I'm sorry!"
"No, no, it's a good thing... just relax a little more, 'm gonna push it deeper, is that okay?"
"Yes, please... oh please, fuck, yes give me everything!"
He grins, "No need to ask twice." he murmurs, right before he's sinking another few of his inches into your struggling pussy.
Satoru just comes undone at the feeling of being inside you.
His big hands come to squeeze your breasts, jiggling them around with a playful tongue poking out his mouth like he's just tempted to put his mouth on them.
So he does, y'know he's already lost enough self-restraint to the point where he's fucking his babysitter, so of course he's gonna give into his urge to suck on your breasts.
His hot, wet mouth envelopes your sensitive nipple, tongue flicking against it 'till he draws out cute whimpers from you.
He's pulling his mouth off, kissing the curve of your cleavage, groping a handful of your breasts, looking down at you like he knows damn well no boys your age are gonna fuck you as good as him â shit, scratch that, ain't fuckin' nobody in your whole life gonna fuck you as good as he will.
When your walls permit him to go deeper, Satoru stutters out like he's the virgin here, "F-f-fuck, there you go, baby, jus' take my cock like you're meant to, yeah?"
He moves his hips, relishing that sloppy sound of your pussy gushing around him â oh god you're bucking your hips to meet his hips 'n you're driving him crazy makin' him think for a split second about remarrying.
Hardly ten minutes later and he's fucking you into your first orgasm, loving how you can't even control how hard you cum on his cock. He's ruthlessly rubbing your clit throughout your orgasm, eager to make your eyes roll back completely. And it's making you freak the fuck out, 'cuz no one else has done this to you. No one has brought you to a real orgasm before.
And he can tell.
It makes him twitch and dive deeper into your sopping hole, eager to lure out as much juice as he can 'cause there's nothing he loves more than a creamy mess on his cock.
He's bending and pushing you into the positions he loves, thrusting at a steady pace that you can keep up with at first but sometimes he'll go harder, harder, harder until you're sobbing and wailing out so loudly that he needs to clamp a hand over your mouth.
He chuckles, "Quiet down, princess. You're gonna wake up my kids at this rate."
" 'm shorry!" you mumble into the palm of his hand, feeling his cock drill into your sweet spots and pressure your walls like crazy.
"No, no. Don't be sorry. It's cute. You're taking me so well," he praises, "Doing so so well for me, princess."
Those soft coos don't match his nasty strokes. He's railing you like he's trying to fuck every last bit of virginity out of your pussy, 'till it remembers the shape of his cock, 'till it clings to him, 'till it knows who's ya daddy.
Especially while prone-boning you. Damn, who forgot to give this guy the handbook on How to Fuck a Virgin? He's pounding into you and grunting like he's gone psycho... ohhhhehasn'thaddpussyinlikeayear. Okay. Makes sense.
"Ah, fuck â fuckin' look at me while I fuck you," he commands, sweaty cheek pressing against yours. Satoru grabs your jaw and makes you look at him, loving your lewd expressions. "Haha, such a fucked-out face... cute."
He thrusts faster into you, not even letting much of his cock in 'cause he knows form experience that virgin pussy just can't handle all of that. So he's easing out each time he accidentally dives in too deep.
And when he pounds up into you like that, it makes sense why the phrase "fucking your brains out" came about. His cock has got you in a crazy back arch, got you seeing stars. No thoughts. Just pussy spasms.
"Harder!! 'want it harder! Please! Fuck me harderrr!!" you plead, totally cockdrunk on Gojo Satoru.
"Are you sure 'bout that, sweetheart? 'Cause I don't think you can handle it..."
"Please!!" you beg.
"Aw... 'can't say no to that fuckable face, can i?" he throws your leg over his shoulder, repositioning himself, grinning, "Take a deep breath. You tell me if it's too much, m'kay? Y'can tap out at any time."
"Yeah, yeah! I know!!" you respond so eagerly it makes him giggle.
As instructed, you take a deep breath. But honestly, did it really prepare you for getting fucked this hard? Um, no.
"Fuck, fuck!! Nnn... god, fuck me! Yesyesyes, just like that please!!"
"Ah, shit, baby..."
"God, you're gonna â you're gonna break the bed, 'Toruuu!"
"I'm gonna break you first." he moans, pounding every last inch of his cock into your happy little pussy, gives your g-spot a beating that has your whole body on the brink of insanity.
"Ughhh... fuck!" you choke up, you hiccup, you sob and wail â and he has to kiss you quiet.
My god did you need this. You needed to indulge in this nastiness, 'cuz who the hell else is ever gonna give you the fucking of a lifetime? Uh, yeah, that's right...
"Yeah, keep enjoying my fucking cock. You know nobody else is gonna fuck you as good as this, little slut." he whispers into your ear, cheek sticky with sweat 'n pressing against yours.
What kind of man did his ex-wife think he was? Full of himself? Nah... he wasn't that full of himself. C'mon now...
"... fuck you look so good cumming on my cock like that. Aw, you shaking? Can't handle it? Am I just too good at fucking you, huh? Wanna cum again? Come on, use your words, you're a big girl. You wanna cum again, don't you? I know you want it. I know you love my cock, 'course you do... 'm fucking perfect, baby. 'N you're gonna take every perfect fucking inch of me."
Oh. Okay. Maybe he is full of himself.
Well, he's full of himself and now you're full of him, too.
Satoru isn't shy about pumping a thick, gooey cumload inside you. He isn't shy about frothing up his creampie during round two, either. And he isn't shy about flipping you into missionary and pushing your trembling legs back and sliding his cock in again.
"Can ya do one more for me, baby?"
"Y-yeah!"
"Aw, but you look exhausted..." he grins. "I wouldn't wanna break my favorite babysitter on accident."
"I'm okay, I swear! I can take it!" you start babbling.
Sweat is dripping off your bodies and soaking the bed. The room smells like sex. His muscles are pressing into you. He's diving into you like a swimmer and grunting and making a dent in the wall 'cause that headboard is banging into the wall just as hard as he's banging into you. Neither of you even notice the dent in the wall. You're just stuck together, connected in that one place, fucking like bunnies.
You palm at his abs, pressing flat against them and melting at the feeling of his mmmaturemusclestwitchingohgodbless, you're so gone after feeling his sweat gather on your hand and catching a glimpse of the bulge his cock makes inside you.
Satoru blanks when your small hand feels up his muscles. Now his thrusts got your lower tummy shuddering and you just wonder what he's thinking when his brows furrow together in such serious focus at your fertile pussy.
"Ohmygodohmygodyou'regonnafuckingbreakme!!" you squeal, fisting the pillow and nearly crying into it.
He giggles, slowing his thrusts to a pace your poor, abused pussy can handle better, "Sorry, doll, you jus' got me too excited when you touched me like that."
"Nn!!" you fist the sheets in your hand, realizing just how far he fucked you to the edge of the bed â the two of you were nearly falling off the bed until uh, oops, you were on the floor?
"Ahh-ahhh! Ah! AH! Wh-what kinda... wrestling move is this, Satoru! Fuck, go easy on me!! 'M gonna cum again!!"
He's too into it to bother getting the two of you back on the bed. Now he's just pinning you down on the plush carpeted floor, railing your tight cunt from behind like he owns it. He may as well, honestly.
"Oh yeah?" he grunts, "Cum again on my cock. Lemme see you work it out on my cock. C'mon, isn't this the cock you wanted so badly? Put on a show for me, baby."
"Ahh!!" you sluttily cry out, bouncing your hips up and down and working your pussy on just six of his nine inches.
"Fuuuck... look at that back arch... haha, you already runnin' outta stamina? Yeah, tell me about it. It's hard work fuckin' a big cock, isn't it? Okay, okay, spoiled princess..." he mutters, hearing your exhausted pleas, "Perk that ass up, lemme show you how it's done."
"But this position is so â AH!" you kick your legs as he slides deeper with each quick stroke.
His tip's prodding at a spot you don't even recognize; a sweet gummy spot that's like your off button. You can't keep your mouth shut and now you're getting so loud that he's gotta clamp a hand on your mouth again, pushing you into the carpeted floor and not stopping his hard-hitting thrusts for a looong few seconds, driving it deep.
He picks up his pace, balls slapping into your clit so loudly that he can't even complain about the loudness of your moans. That skin-slapping 'n squelching could wake up the neighborhood.
"Fuck," he grunts, "Ah, ah... stay right there, 'gonna make you a mama..."
You thrash your legs around, "Nn! Please!" you squeal, feeling his warm seed pour into you again without warning. Just that feeling makes you cum. Hard. Satoru's cock freaks out at the feeling of your pussy's milking contractions along his length, making his tender tip spurt out a little bit more cum against your cervix.
It's so bad. You really shouldn't love getting creampied by an older man this much, let alone your... uh, boss?
Worse. He shouldn't have such a big fucking smile on his sweaty face. He shouldn't be rolling his eyes back in satisfaction like that, like he finds it so funny that he actually did it.
"God, you sure loved milking me, huh?" he smiles wide, bangs soaked and sticking to his sweaty forehead.
"Nnn..." you nod, totally exhausted.
He watches you trying to catch your breath, gulping and gasping. He slides his softening cock out of your over-creampied pussy, earning a small whimper from you. Oh, you feel so empty now, it's crazy. Just how did he pack all of that cock inside you? He can't figure it out, either.
"You okay, sugarplum?" he asks sensitively, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand.
"Yahhh..." you weakly whimper back, wiggling your foot cutely, "Need t' cleanup... need help w-walking..."
All his creampies bubble out your pussy.
He stifles a laugh, feeling a bit guilty. Satoru presses a kiss to your back, peeling you off the floor and practically carrying you to the bathroom â floor and walls black tiles, every corner spelling 'rich boy' in bold letters.
Carefully and slowly, Satoru helps to clean you up, massaging your sore parts with his big hands, peppering your neck in the sweetest little kisses as if he didn't just rearrange your guts and ruin your pussy for other men.
"So... how's it feel, not being a virgin anymore?" he asks with a dirty big bad fuckboy smile.
You simply blush and smile shyly in response. It makes him laugh.
"Aw, are you all shy now, pookums? Shit, I think I fucked tha nasty outta you..."
You nuzzle him, looking about ready to sleep, and it just melts his heart.
"Mm, y'know... Suguru was right about you; you're a real sweetheart. I think I might just have 'ta keep you around for a long time."
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Sitting on Yujiâs cock n watching his cute desperate, expression as he whimpers and grabs your hips, thrusting shallowly into you. Heâs too cute, never breaking eye contact, just staring at you with puppy eyes the whole time and letting out the cutest sounds. :(
Iâm begging and scratching at the walls for more plug!sukuna omg. Iâve been thinking about him at a party really clinging to a shy girl, trying to get her to âjust take one hit youâll like itâ and something something he convinces her to sit on his lap and he lets her explore his body, slowly getting really worked up. Letting her have âcontrolâ until he loses it.
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âAlone?â a voice asks, sitting beside you on the couch. You shuffle as much as you can to give him space, keeping your knees together as he decides to manspread and rest his arm around the back.
âNo Iâm with myââ you turn to look at Nobara before realising sheâs attached her lips to someone elseâs while you were disassociating. âOh, well, kind of.â you shrug.
He smirks, leaning forward. âGood,â he tells you as he pulls some things out of his pocket and places them on the coffee table. Itâs like a science, watching people roll blunts. Youâve never tried it and youâve never wanted to, not when youâve heard so many horror stories. But whenever youâve been around to see someone roll, youâve always been oddly captivated. âYou look lost.â
âU-UmâŚâ you huff, unsure of how to respond. âI donât really like partiesâŚâ you sigh.
He nods, not saying anything else as he continues to finish rolling his joint. Itâs quick and easy, like he does this all day everyday and has it perfected. You watch him light it, but look down at your lap when he leans back against the couch.
âWhy not?â he wonders. âToo loud? Too many people?â
âYeahâŚâ you confess, feeling a little lame as you admit your true feelings.
Youâre in the prime of your life and youâre complaining about being at a party. You wouldnât mind as much if Nobara wasnât occupied. But you donât know anyone else here. Truthfully, you probably would have snuck home if he didnât sit down to talk to you. Youâd much rather be at home with some takeout food and a bingeable show.
Your heart sinks a little when he stands up. Have you really embarrassed yourself that much? So much so that youâve bored him enough to leave. He walks away, turning to face you after taking a good amount of steps.
âAre you coming? Thought you didnât like parties.â he speaks. He waits until you stand up, but carries on walking before you can catch up to him. You follow him through the house and up the stairs. Itâs a lot quieter, though there are still muffles. Soft moans from one room and crying from another. âSukuna. If you were wondering.â he introduces himself, not bothering to look at you as he does.
You tell him your name, and realise heâs brought you to a bedroom.
âGet comfy.â he instructs, he turns on a light, dimming it slowly when he sees your eyes screw shut from the brightness. The music still plays softly through the gaps of the door and into the room from the rest of the house. âWhyâd you come here if you donât like parties?â
âMy friend⌠she wanted me to.â
âSo you just do what people tell you to?â he asks, sitting beside you on the bed.
Your face fills with heat and your heart begins to race. You wiggle away from him slightly to keep some distance between you. He takes a drag of his blunt, looking up at the lights as he puffs a plume of smoke towards the ceiling.
âNot always.â
He doesnât respond, instead, he holds the blunt out for you to try. You shake your head, though, declining immediately. Even with a few drinks in your system, you know better.
âAwe, no fun.â he chuckles, taking another drag. âCâmon. One hit, sweetheart.â he tells you, getting closer to you again and putting his arm around you. Your head drops, eyes finding where his hand rests on your hip before looking at the joint heâs holding right in front of you.
âIâ Iâve never⌠Iâve never smoked before.â you admit.
âThatâs cute. One puff wonât hurt, yeah?â he speaks, though youâre unsure if heâs trying to convince you or if heâs actually certain it wonât hurt. He smiles widely, itâs toothy and somewhat intimidating. Heâs happy. He can see that youâre considering it. âPromise youâll like it.â
You gulp, heartily, before wrapping your lips around the end of it. Youâve smoked cigarettes before, and you could only assume it would be similar.
Wrong.
You cough, sputter, gag from the invasion. He laughs at your expense, though he smooths a large palm up and down your back to soothe you. Your throat feels charred. Itâs like the smoke has burnt holes throughout your oesophagus and the edges are scalding.
He gets up and walks towards a mini fridge you hadnât noticed, tossing a bottle of water in your direction. And you drink it, quickly, the bottle crackling as you squeeze and drain it of every drop you can steal.
âS-Sorry,â you apologise, still coughing slightly. âThat was embarrassing.â
âYeah.â he agrees. âYou really werenât lying about it being your first time, hah?â he keeps going. Unfortunately for you, you donât realise that heâs goading you. And itâs working.
You ask for another hit, out of principle. And of course, he smiles and hands it to you.
It gets easier, for sure. Soon enough, youâve smoked the whole thing. He applauds you, impressed. But why does it make your ego swell? Your confidence soars, you donât feel so shy anymore.
Not around him.
âCâmere,â he instructs, patting his thighs as an invitation. You look between his ruby red eyes and thick thighs as you decide whether you want to or not. You hesitate, a few times, before eventually standing up. He guides you down by your hips, your thighs straddling his while his hands dip beneath your skirt and thumbs stroke your skin soothingly.
Your eyes feel heavy, and he canât help but smile when he sees how bloodshot they are. He can see how your eyes want to widen in shock. So utterly confused about how you got here.
He doesnât give you a chance to think, though, not when his large hand cradles the crown of your head and pulls you towards himself. Your lips are caught together. Itâs tame, to him. But to you itâs scandalous. A random hook up isnât something youâve ever done. Youâre a long term relationship kind of girl.
But you canât help yourself, now. His personality is magnetic, and his charm is captivating. You donât want to disappoint him, for some reason. The thought of letting him down scares you. The idea of disobeying him makes your heart race.
That could just be the drugs, though.
You pull back, tracing your fingers over his body. A breathy gasp leaves you as he pulls off his vest, tossing it aside to reveal his chiselled body. Your cunt throbs as you feel how ripped he is. Heâs the biggest man youâve ever been with, like this, and he knows it too. He can tell by the look on your face.
The way you unashamedly squeeze his biceps. Two of your little hands arenât even enough to wrap around the entire muscle.
He watches you, calmly, admiring how cute you look as you inspect every inch of his body.
âHaving fun?â he asks, you give nothing but a dumb nod in response. His skin is smooth and you find yourself tracing a single finger over all of his tattoos. He guides you by your chin to look at him again, leaning forward to kiss you.
You reciprocate, allowing him to kiss you his way. He slips his tongue between the seam of your lips and two rough hands reach under your skirt and grab the fat of your ass. You wrap your legs around his back as he lifts you up, helping you back down so that your back is flat against the mattress.
He ruts his body against yours. And you can feel just how hard he is beneath his sweats. Itâs huge, it feels huge. But you can barely focus as each dry humping of his hips stimulates your core.
âFuck, need to fuck you,â he whispers against your ear and nibbling on the lobe. Your eyes roll back as he chokes you softly, and your own hips begin to buck as you search for more pleasure.
Youâve never felt so aroused before.
Itâs like all of the blood is rushing to your core and pleading with you to stimulate yourself further. You need more. More. You wonder if anything will ever be enough, though.
âSâfucking cute, wanâ my cock bad, hah? Am I right?â
âF-Fuck me, please.â you whimper, screwing your eyes shut so that he canât see how embarrassed you are.
He loosens his grip on your neck, moving it to cup your cheek instead. You instinctively open your mouth for him, and he lets out a soft laugh before pushing his thumb between your lips. He pulls down his sweatpants just enough to free his cock, eyes not leaving you for a second as you swirl your tongue around his thumb, bobbing and sucking all the while.
âI fucking knew it,â he speaks, âAlways the quiet ones, always the dirtiest.â
You giggle a little, still suckling on his thumb like it was your sole purpose on this earth. He flips up your skirt to reveal a cute little g-string beneath.
âYou donât like parties? Sâthat why you came here dressed like a little whore?â he asks, pushing the material into the crease of your thigh. He lines his cock up with your entrance, slowly pushing in. âSorry I didnât prep ya, but youâre drenched anyway. Besides, a slut like you probâly doesnât mind getting fucked like this.â he continues. He forces himself into you, ignoring the resistance until heâs snuggled inside.
He is huge.
The way your pussy splits open just to take the sheer girth of him makes you wonder if heâs even human. His cockhead nudges at your cervix, and every thrust he delivers hammers against it ruthlessly.
âH-HurhâŚâ you try to tell him that youâre hurting, but his thumb presses down on your thumb and it makes you gag. Though he slows down, knowing you were warning him. He isnât a complete monster, after all. Heâs a bit of a dick, sure, but he wants you to enjoy this, too.
His thrusts arenât as deep anymore, sparing your poor cervix for the time being. The pain subsides and turns into something a lot more pleasant. So much so, that you canât stop yourself from raking your nails across his back as he hits just the right spot inside of you with his enormous cock.
He pulls his thumb from your mouth, opting to squeeze the sides of your neck again instead. Your moans become lodged in your throat, and you canât voice just how fucking perfect he feels inside of you. Youâre close, so fucking close.
Though surprisingly, he cums first, loudly. Unable to withstand the blinding pleasure he feels as your tiny little cunt tightens around him. His body breaks out in a cold sweat as he moans, fucking his cum deeper and deeper into you. His restraint is lost, and heâs soon nudging against your cervix again, forcing every drop he can deep into your womb.
The warm feeling has your eyes crossing as you begin to spasm around him. He hisses, desperately, too overstimulated to keep quiet as your walls begin to hug his cock.
âYou can stay the night, if you want.â Sukuna tells you, pulling himself out of your spent hole. He wipes his dick off on your inner thigh, though you barely register it as you think about what he said.
âIs this⌠Is this your house? Your party?â
âLittle brotherâs party. I live here, too.â
He doesnât want you to get the wrong idea. Youâre certainly a sweet girl, and you seem like the type to get attached. He has an ulterior motive in mind, though. Sure, maybe heâll fuck you a few more times throughout the night. But he hopes you wonât be a fool and fall for him.
He has a goal for the following morning.
He wants to know how Yuujiâs girlfriend will react to seeing a girl leave his bedroom.
a comprehensive and long list of sensual and somewhat-torrid verbs, nouns and adjectives you could include in yourâŚsteamy literary ventures ! i claim no ownership for this list, it was sourced here: x.
After sex he will move a bit slow but he will take care of you with all the love in his heart. Heâll get you a glass of water or anything that you crave at the moment, care for any sore muscles *cough* crazy diamond *cough*, or just stay and cuddle if you wish. If the sex was planned he would keep a cup of water on bedside table like the gentleman he is. His favorite thing to do for aftercare is to run you a nice bath and let you do what you need to do in the bathroom while the bath fills up (ALWAYS PEE AFTER SEX YâALL). While your doing that he will clean the mess you guys made together and change the sheets and join you in the bathtub once itâs filled.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs)
I think itâs a given that his favorite body part on himself is his hair. (I mean did you see what he did to Rohan after he dissed his hair???) but other than his hair he loves his arms. Theyâre strong and muscular and the way you drool when his arms are out automatically make them his favorite. His favorite thing on you is your chest. Whether you have a muscular chest, the biggest boobs heâs ever seen, or flat chested he wouldnât mind as long as as you let him nap on them . Any time you guys are alone together heâs always going to be touching them in some way. Heâll kiss, massage, mark, and nap on them anything to get to feel them against his skin.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically⌠Iâm a disgusting person)
He cums an above average amount and it tastes as good as it can get. (What can I say he eats at Trattoria Trussardi pretty often with okuyasu) It is a bit sweet with a tange with a lil bit of a salty undertone. If he had to pick his top 2 places to cum are inside of you and on your soft belly. Seeing you laying on the bed with your stomach covered in his cum after you both finish is enough to get him going for another round.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Itâs not really a secret just something that he doesnât really tell a lot of people. His nipples are really sensitive. Like so sensitive that if you play with his nipples for a little he will cum. Now he wonât tell you about this secret so youâll have to find out on your own and boy when you do find out youâll have him under your thumb.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what theyâre doing?)
Itâs pretty obvious heâs a virgin i mean just look at him. Heâs not completely clueless though. Heâs watched enough porn for 3 lifetimes so he knows enough not to embarrass himself his first time but he still needs some guidence to truly be amazing. If you are a virgin too he would be more than happy to take those steps with you and if you have a lot of bodies the only thing he can think about is how you really know what your doing and how your about to rock his world (He means that in a good way).
a note) this is my first post so please be nice iâm learning so if you have any feedback please make it constructive and also feel free to reach out to suggest something to write about just make sure you read my rules first <3
Dog Inside Your Body | Josuke Higashikata x f!Reader
Summary: Josuke finally gets to sleepover at his girlfriend's.
Warnings/Contains: Loss of virginity, foreplay, dry humping, awkward first time sex, finger sucking, making-out, smut, french kissing, oral sex (m!receiving), hand jobs, edging (f!receiving), fingering
WC: 2,526
Originally Posted: 16/12/24 on AO3!
Title Song: Dog Inside Your Body - Butthole Surfers
Author's Note: Josuke & reader are in their third year!
18+ MDNI!!!
Divider by @enchanthings-a
"I'll see you soon, babe, I'm so excited!"
Josuke made kissy noises over the phone to his girlfriend then hung up; since turning eighteen, Josuke's mum, Tomoko, had finally let him have sleepovers with his girlfriend and he was ecstatic. It was now 12 pm, Josuke had his bag packed with his pyjamas, toothbrush, and other hygiene products and started his fifteen minute walk to her house.
After the hot fifteen minute walk, Josuke had finally arrived at his girlfriends house, he had a bubbly nervous feeling in his chest as he rung the doorbell. A few seconds later, the door opened to reveal his smiling girlfriend, "Josu! You're finally here! Hi hi!" F/N grinned and gave him a smooch on his cheeks, which made the taller man blush.
"H-Hey F/N," Josuke greeted, he smiled at her and took his shoes off, F/N held his hand and led him to her room. Josuke had been to F/N's room many times now, decorated with posters of her favourite artists and scattered with dirty clothes in front of her mirror.
"Don't mind the messiness," F/N chuckled awkwardly.
The shorter girl sat on her bed and looked at Josuke, "Now, Josu, we can either hang in the house for a couple of minutes before we go out or we can go now," F/N offered. The couple were set to go out on a picnic, but of course the date they chose was a hot one.
Josuke hummed, "We can go now I suppose, it's alright, babe, I'll keep you cool," Josuke answered with a smirk. F/N rolled her eyes and got up, flashing him a grin as she grabbed the picnic basket from her desk.
The couple spent most of their day outside in the warm weather, Josuke's mind for some of it was in the gutter, thinking about how desperate he was to finally have her to himself in bed together. It was now night, Josuke and F/N had came home for dinner, Josuke chatting up her parents with his charm.
F/N and Josuke were now in F/N's bedroom, Josuke quite enjoying F/N's queen-sized bed as they watched T.V.
"You're so lucky getting your own T.V., F/N," Josuke whined, pulling F/N closer to him while his arm was over her shoulders.
"Well, you should come over all the time to watch T.V. with me then," F/N giggled.
Josuke sighed and nodded, he looked over at the clock on her wall and saw that it was twelve am. "It's getting a bit late, let's just talkkkk," Josuke begged, turning over to look at F/N, the girl hummed and nodded, turning off the T.V. which left the two of them in complete darkness.
The two now shuffled under the sheets properly to lay their heads on the pillows, F/N looked at Josuke through the moonlight and smiled, she moved her hand to his face and rubbed it slowly, "You have a good day, baby?" F/N asked, shuffling closer into his arms now as Josuke held her close to him.
"Mmm, the best day ever," Josuke whispered, he smiled and kissed her nose, F/N giggled and kissed his cheek. They continued their kiss attacks until Josuke decided to be bold. He moved very quietly and moved on top of F/N, his hair falling down to cover their faces. "Y'know F/N," Josuke started, kissing her neck softly, "I've just had this aching in my chest all day - I just wanted you so much today." His kisses led down to her chest, in between her tits.
"O-Oh!" F/N's face flushed red, "I've felt the same for a bit too, it's a bit embarrassing."
Josuke laughed ground his cock slightly into her core, "I have as well," Josuke nuzzled her neck and looked into her eyes, "if you um.. if you want to do this we can," Josuke offered, rubbing her face, "but- but if you don't wanna that's ok - I can wait."
F/N thought about it for a moment and nodded, "We- We can." Josuke felt his cock twitch at F/N's willingness and grinned, he moved his hands to hold F/N's face. He moved his face down and finally closed the space between them as he kissed F/N.
The two were at his for a while, the kiss getting more and more intense and heated as F/N's hands explored Josuke's body, finally resting on his hips. F/N whined out quite a bit while the two made out, her face red and sweaty, saliva dripping down their mouths while Josuke's tongue violated her mouth, grinding his rock-hard cock onto her clothed pussy.
Josuke moved a hand down to her tits, groping one of them as his other hand stayed holding her face. After another minute, Josuke moved away from the kiss a string of saliva connected their mouths as Josuke looked into F/N's eyes, "God, I'll never get used to the taste of your mouth," He whispered, he dived back down and kissed her again, running his hands into her hair.
F/N moaned again in the kiss, her grip getting tighter on his hips as she thrusted her hips up to touch his cock with her pussy. Josuke enjoyed it and started to grind down as well, his eyes squeezed so tight now.
"FuuUuck-" Josuke moved away from the kiss and moaned, quite embarrassingly loud. "S-sorry," Josuke chuckled, "you just feel and taste so good."
F/N laughed a little and moved her hands through his hair, "Just stay quiet, Josu." Josuke nodded at F/N's request and looked down at her top, he could feel himself salivating a little, his eyes locked onto the sight of her tits peaking out from her camisole top.
"You're so fucking hot, F/N, it hurts my dick," Josuke confessed, he moved his hands under her top, pulling off her top to reveal her exposed tits. "Can I...." Josuke pointed to her tits, "with my um, mouth?" Josuke asked, his face red at his request. F/N giggled and nodded, moving a hand to the top of his head.
"C'mon, baby."
Josuke nodded quickly with a red face, he moved his head down to her tits, giving her right one a little lick before latching his mouth onto it. Almost at an instant, F/N let out a short and quiet moan at the stimulating feeling. Josuke felt like he was in heaven as he kept his mouth latched onto her nipple. He kept this up for a few minutes before switching to the other one.
F/N felt like she was in heaven, as she felt Josuke suck on her tits so desperately - it was just too much stimulation. "Nngh- No- No more Josu, please!" F/N cried out, tears threatening to pour out her eyes. Josuke instantly let go and blushed hard, sitting up straight.
"I- I'm very sorry, F/N!" Josuke stuttered, playing his his fingers nervously. F/N chuckled and gave a small peck on Josuke's arm.
"You're okay, Josu," F/N assured, rubbing his arm, "now, I think you should take your top off too - it's only fair."
Josuke complied with her request and took his shirt off, F/N's eyes widened as she stared at his chiseled chest. "Wow," was all F/N could manage to say. Josuke started to feel embarrassed but mumbled a thank you as F/N's hands went up and down his chest, her eyes basically glued to his abs, "Wow you're- you're so fucking hot."
The boy blushed again and mumbled another thank you.
F/N gave him a wink as she rubbed his arms, "Sit up, baby, let me help you," F/N offered.
"Help me- Oh- OH!" Josuke flushed and nodded desperately, he didn't seme to care if he was acting like a horn dog, he desperately wanted to feel her mouth on his cock. F/N laughed at his eagerness and laid on her side comfortably she noticed how big his bulge looked from underneath his pyjama pants and gulped nervously.
Josuke bit his lip at the sight, feeling excited as her hands pulled down both his pants and boxers. The man sucks in a sharp breath at F/N's surprised reaction to his cock, "This is definitely big, fuck..." F/N sighed out, she moved her hand to his cock. Josuke let out a whimper at the feeling - he had jerked off many times in the past to this exact image.
F/N gave Josuke a small grin before she drooled slowly onto his cock, using it to lubricate it as she started to slowly move her hand up and down. Josuke immediately slapped a hand over his mouth and let out a moan, tears welling in his eyes as she slowly started to jerk him off.
"This feel good?" F/N asked in a whispered, her hands gripping his cock a bit tighter, Josuke nodded his head repeatedly, his eyes locked onto her hand gripping onto his cock. He moaned into his hand a bit louder now as F/N moved her mouth down, sucking on the tip softly.
The boy could feel himself about to cum so he moved his hand away from his mouth to grip the sheets. "Fuckkk, oh God- it just feels so so good, F/N, I feel like I'm gonna cum," Josuke whined out, his breath became ragged as F/N started to properly suck his cock.
He whined out a bit louder now, hips thrusting upwards as F/N continued to suck him off. Josuke moved his hands to the top of her head to try and get her to go deeper, "Shit shit- oh God- F/N I'm gonna cum I'm gonna cum!" Josuke panted out, he let out one last moan into his hand as he cum down F/N's throat.
F/N let out a cough as she struggled to swallow down his cum, "Ooh yuck!" F/N coughed out, she had a soured facial expression as she took a swig of the water bottle next to her. Josuke's face looked embarrassed at F/N's reaction to the taste of his cum, "Sorry Josu," F/N mumbled as she got the taste out, "I didn't expect it to be bitter."
"It's fine, babe," Josuke replied, smiling and rubbing her cheek, "you looked very cute."
F/N giggled and hugged him, "Now, it's your turn to lay down again," Josuke gave her a grin and pushed her to her back, moving his hands to her pants, F/N nodded and looked down as he pulled her pants and panties down. Josuke felt his mouth water at the sight of her pussy, wet and shiny.
"Shit babe," Josuke sighed out, moving a hand down to her pussy, "I'm really gonna wreck your pussy," Josuke whined out. He started to tease her pussy by running his fingers slowly up and down, occasionally dipping in a little bit, "God you're fucking soaking, babe." Josuke placed a kiss on her knee and finally pushed his fingers slowly into her pussy.
F/N covered her mouth with her hand and whined, Josuke's eyes widened at the gummy feeling of her soaked pussy. He started to feel more confident now, he moved one hand to hold her leg open and used the other to start fingering her. F/N started to cry out 'more more more' over and over, he hands gripping Josuke's wrist as she tries to push his fingers deeper inside of her. "Seeing you so fucking horny is turning me on so much shit," Josuke cries out, he moves his finger to her clit with his other hand and started to rub it slowly.
The girl cried out and tears had started to roll down her face, grinding her pussy into Josuke's fingers. All of a sudden, Josuke moved his fingers away from her cunt and grinned, "Noooo, Josu why!" F/N cried out, disappointed that he didn't let her cum.
"Shh be patient, baby," Josuke kissed her knee and propped her legs up, "I really want to fuck you," Josuke sounded desperate as he jerked off his cock a little, "can I? Can I do it now please?" Josuke asked again. F/N giggled and nodded, spreading her legs out for him.
"Please just make me cum..." F/N mumbled.
Josuke nodded and grinned, he shuffled his way a bit closer and gripped his cock, "Thank you for this, F/N, I love you," Josuke gave F/N a goofy grin before finally inserting his cock inside of her. The couple let out a soft whine at the feeling of Josuke just putting his tip in. After a few seconds Josuke pushed all the way in, bottoming inside of her.
"Ow ow OW!" F/N cried, her hands flew to Josuke's back instantly and gripping his shoulders with her nails, "It really hurts, Josu - like so so much!" F/N complained.
"Oh fuck sorry!" Josuke apologised, "Do you want me to pull out?" he asked, rubbing her cheeeks.
F/N shook her head, "Just... Just wait a second, just let me get used to it." Josuke nodded and kissed her lips.
"My precious girl... I love you."
Josuke kissed her cheek again and held her face, F/N smiled and kissed him back, she whispered an 'I'm ready' which made Josuke excited. He started to thrust slowly inside of her, which made the two moan out. Josuke felt so good as his cock slid against her walls.
He whispered 'I love you's and sweet nothings to her ear, holding his girlfriend close to him as he started to properly fuck her now. Josuke moved his mouth to F/N's own and started to sloppy make out with her now, grunting softly into her mouth as he continued to fuck her.
The couple were like this for another three minutes until F/N wrapped her legs around Josuke's waist, she moved away from the kiss and looked up at him, "T-Think I'm gonna cum.... Pphfhh..." F/N cried out and dug her fingernails into his shoulder.
"C-Cum for me, F/N, please," Josuke begged, he started to kiss her jaw now and groaned out, nipping at it as he felt F/N's pussy squeeze his cock. The pair moved to kiss again, Josuke's hand in her hair as he felt her cum, their juices combining as Josuke pulled out at the last second.
Minutes later the couple pulled apart, F/N panting as she felt herself growing sleepier, "Did I do good, F/N?" Josuke asked nervously, rubbing her face as he got up to put his boxers on, F/N moaned a yes as Josuke went out of the room to grab a wet flannel for them. Once he came back he cleaned up F/N's thighs and ass, kissing her shoulder as he wiped off any sweat off of her.
