sugarpussyswirl

[sugarpussyswirl]

₊˚ ෆ 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒃 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 ₊˚ ෆ ୨⎯ 🧸 ⎯୧ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 . . . 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 20 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥. 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘴 ‘𝘵𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘴’. 𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘮 . . . ; 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 ; 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘳.ᐟ𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘹 𝘣𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘰.ᐟ𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

his considerably lengthy fingers brushed your arm as his lips move almost teasingly slow against yours. it was all supposed to be a study session, but you couldn’t take your dumb eyes off of him. nanami was only a tutor your mother hired despite you not knowing in advance. but that was normal for her, doing things without your knowledge or opinion. you were a full college, community college but that’s besides the point, student. your usually furious and flick your hair of extensions in her face, but this time you couldn’t be anymore joyous.

when kento nanami, your supposed tutor, walked into the library you knew that he was your next meal to gawk at for the next few hours. he looked incredibly built underneath the tight suit he wore, and your eyes were pleading your hands to rip it off. to feel the intense biceps, to watch the tight fabric burst at the seams, straining against his pale skin. despite his cold and almost intimidating demeanor, his words were actually quite soft. perfect to daydream what his rough, calloused hands would feel like running up and down the curves of your body.

and now, you were back in your dorm room, no concern of your roommate walking back in from lessons. his kissing skills were delicate as much as his teaching skills, like he was kissing something precious. then again, you were precious. when it comes to your big doe eyes, doll like eyelashes, it had men dropping their jaws in awe, wanting to wreck you like the dumb bimbo you are. wanting you to bounce your almost unreal tits in their faces, and look at them with watery, satisfied eyes after rearranging your guts. nanami though, was not as rough as the other men you've taken back to your dorm. he held you like you were in a china shop and with the wrong move, everything would shatter.

you opened your eyes just a smidge to watch his glasses fog up from the steaminess of your breaths. not once do you let up the kiss even for a gust air. you felt the hesitance in his movements, almost like he knew he shouldn’t be doing what he craving for. you both knew it was erroneous, but made no action to stop what this whole thing became.

it was almost impossible after all. he saw the way you bit your lip, not even trying to be seductive but it sure came off that way. like it came off to many other’s, but then again, you had no clue. when you saw something delicious you wanted it immediately. if it was a frosted cupcake, or any sweet treat for that matter. and today’s dessert of the night was kento. you knew if you flaunted your body, pulled down your lacy tops just the slightest, and twirl that pretty hair (half of it being fake), you’d win over any guy you wanted. nanami was a bit of a challenge though, being the cautious and stoic man he was, but even he couldn’t resist you. the way your tits bounced as you giggled at the most basic, idiotic things. he was jealous of the air around you, wanting your tits to bounce into his face instead.

nanami continued to kiss your pink, plump lips, feeling the smallest bit of dissolved lip filler against his own. he could care less at the moment, which was a change from anyone who knew the man. he was a man who liked routine, that kept his sexual desires to himself knowing how lewd and perverted they could become if brought up.

but after seeing your pretty yet terribly stupid face when he walked into the library that very afternoon, he knew that he would do whatever you wanted. even when that was an offer that seemed so innocent to go to your dorm room for quiet (like the library wasn't quiet enough) he almost immediately took the offer.

his tongue ran against yours, you having no problem with him setting his foot down and taking dominance in the situation. he at least had some sense of control when it came down to it. one rule he set for himself, don't get too carried away. only a little make out wouldn't hurt your pretty self. and he was determined to keep it PG13. until your manicured fingertips brushed down towards his already tight pants. he began to kiss more desperately, his gentle movements now become more erotic. you smiled to yourself knowing you were getting what you wanted once again, and you couldn't help but wonder who your next victim would be.

he started to ease into the idea more of kissing you, despite you being in college and meant to be tutoring your poor little brain. his air was almost sucked out of his lungs when you began to palm him through his painfully tight pants. his cock was pounding against his pants like a second heartbeat. "you can't do stuff like that." you don't listen to his demand, more like a plead because you wanted him, and you were so close to having him. you continue to kiss him, but your mind was more focused on feeling the bulge that was crying too be seen. the feeling of the length alone made your mouth water. how good it would feel deep down in your already wet pussy. sloppily going in and out your squelching walls in nothing but pleasure. the good seven or eight inches (which you had had a reasonable guess on, despite being terrible at math) would fill you up just perfectly, and then some.

nanami pulled away from the kiss, the one thing which he didn't want to do, which was to feel your soaking cunt around his slick vigorously hard dick. he was hard to the point that it incapacitate. "no more, this is completely wrong," he wants to go on of how this was a mistake, despite him actually wanting you to the point that it hurt to look at you. he couldn't even make eye contact, his eyes only looking at your breasts, the fat basically spilling out the overwhelmingly tight and low cut top. he swallowed thickly, knowing he was in trouble. he felt like such a pervert, staring at a girl's breasts in her overly girly bedrooms, tits. but he just couldn't look away.

you bite your lip, this time intentionally. "oh ken," you put on the poutiest pout you could muster, getting on all fours, which took his breath away for the second time that night. "I see the way you look at these," you place both of your hands on your chest, cupping the mounds of fat. you look at his reaction, better than you could ever even imagined. being the tease you were known for, you squeezed your flesh together, more of your cleavage forming together in a way you only see in pornos.

nanami started to loosen his tie, which felt way too snug at the moment. his length only growing in his under ware, which had a good amount of his pre-cum rubbed on the insides. "i'm dumb, but not dumb to the point that i don't know what a man wants." you start to crawl over to him, but he makes no action in moving away. "you want me just as much as i want your pretty cock in me, in this mouth of mine." you reach to his lap, you tauntingly move into his lap at a very slow pace.

you wrap your arms around his neck, feeling one particular vain pulse against your skin. "don't be nervous ken," now in his lap, straddling him. "we both can find pleasure in this." you feel his rock hard cock pressing into your plum like ass with need. you bounce down, purposefully making your tits jiggle to any male's perfect vision.

he lets out a deep groan that he seemed to be holding in for ages. "fuck." a small smirk makes it's way on your face, you knew what your night was gonna consist of. "this is so wrong," he doesn't look up at your face once, like a was ashamed. rightfully so, considering the fact he should be teaching you about the human body, and organs. not wanted to reach yours with his cock. "your so dumb, so innocent, you have no idea what your asking for," his voice is gruff, making you even wetter.

nanami tries to convince mainly himself that its' a bad idea. but all you heard was mush and unimportant words preventing you from sucking his member. you felt like it would take hours maybe even days to convince this prude acting man to fuck you. but you knew he was a preverted bastard inside. so all it took was some shaking of your breasts and a pout of your lip and you were ruthlessly going up and down on his sore, hard cock.

it was around seven inches, as expected, almost slapping you in the face when he finally gave in and let the thing out. which turned him on in the most lewd and disgusting way possible. he wished he could have kept that in his memory forever, which it probably will be for the rest of his fucking life.

the tip was hot, red, and angry, the pent up frustration not only showing in his face, but the furious cock beneath him. you placed a chaste kiss on the tip, pre-cum left all your lips making you shiver with pleasure. "you taste so sweet already." you say under your breath, just enough to make him squirm. his cockhead was leaking syrupy like goodness, a substance you’d only see on fresh baked waffles. you take your hands around the base of his dick which was standing almost completely up right. your hands felt like soft clouds round his nicely trimmed length. you moved so slow, like the kiss you initiated earlier that afternoon.

you placed small, teasing like kisses from the tip all the way down to the base. his hands where twitching, calling him to grab you by the hair and make you take his whole length down your pretty throat. he was hanging onto the last bit of control left in his body, but it was not long before he gave into his personal impulses.

licking a long stripe down his cock, feeling it’s pulse against the smoothness and wetness of your tongue. his hands were clenched in fists, as well as he well-chiseled jaw. his hands reached out to touch some part of your flush skin, but resisted, thinking he had crossed a line already. even if you were the one that really convinced him to go along with you sucking him off. he couldn’t deny he wanted it just as much as you though. but he couldn’t shake the feeling as if he was doing something he shouldn’t, like he was taking advantage of your innocence, when there really wasn’t a drop of innocence left in you.

your hands working their way up and down his shaft, his head leaning against the headboard of your bed. you lean down, wrapping your lips just around the tip, making him groan. "more now." he grunts, knowing if you didn't sooner he would end up grabbing you by the hair and shoving you down. "just like that." a soft moan melts from his lips, his whole body picking up a sweat.

you move your hands faster, going up and down, pumping your fists in a way he'll be feeling in his dreams that night. you remove your mouth from his tip, the warmth of your mouth just a memory. the cold air making him wince, looking down at you over his glasses. "need more, please." if he could go down on his knees to beg, he would in a heart beat. his hips bucked up, practically shoving his dick back up into your pretty face.

you continued the movements with your delicate hands, pumping like it was a one way ticket out of hell. he was caught by pleasant surprise when you engulfed his entire length in one go. "oh my-fuck!" streams of moans teared from his usual quiet mouth. the combination of your hands and mouth making him feel a swirl of emotions, almost feral at the feeling of overwhelming pleasure. he reaches down and cusps your breasts, making you gasp and choke on his cock. an animalistic moan echoes around the room. kneading the soft fat with care, like he was kneading dough for bread.

his cock twitches inside your mouth as you continue to give him the sloppiest head he had ever received from a woman ever. tears in your big 'innocent' eyes, every now and again glancing up at him for your own person satisfaction. watching his usual expressionless face hold so much emotion from the pleasure you were giving him.

the roughness his fingers held continued to grope you from outside your shirt. making you moan, his dick taking in the vibrations from your slutty little sounds. he kept praising you throughout, saying things such as 'good girl' and 'your doing so good'. the praise making your pussy clench around nothing, but still soaking your lace panties to an extreme amount. his words striking nerves in your body you never even knew existed.

one hand leaves your large breasts, and comes up to tangle itself around your hair. gently combing your tresses before guiding you to a pace of his liking. by now your drooling, slobbering around his cock like your a dog with rabies. foaming at the mouth, fully drunk off the intensity his cock holds. he helps pump your head up and down his still throbbing cock, this time out of the incredible pleasure he's receiving from you.

he starts to loose control, the fulfilment from the moment now taking over his once administered body. the fingers tangled in your hair push you down, his cock raging its way down your throat. the gag you create as it hits the back of your throat makes him continue. begging to hear those pretty sounds from your mouth again.

the way he pushed you down, basically saying you could take more, turned you on in a way you didn't even know was possible. the way he flicked your clothed nipple making you want more than just giving him head. you speed up your hands in almost a feral way, licking his shaft as you swirl around it. sucking it as if it was your favorite bubblegum lollipop. once to the tip, swirling around as if an ice cream cone you only manage to snag at the fair.

his hair is now slick to his forehead, any remanence of hair gel now denigrated within the sweat his body produced. as if he thought the whole experience couldn't get any better, he felt you grinding against his leg. you were desperate for any friction that had built up in your body to be released. the sight alone, and one last feeling of his cock deep in your throat, hitting your slick uvula makes him snap.

your mouth is filled with his creamy white cum, flowing into you at a rapid pace. his sweet n salty juices make you crave more, but you try to keep your composure. deep manly moans run like water from his lips, squeezing his eyes shut in ecstasy. you watch as his thighs tremble from the intense orgasm he just endured. his hand removes itself from your now frizzy hair, the other leaving your now perking nipple. a slight pout at its absence. you remove your mouth from his shaft, kissing soft kisses down it, cum still filled to the brim in your mouth. you kiss down each vain and freckle before you wearily sit up from his crotch to look him dead in the eye. you make sure his eyes are on you before swallowing all of his thick arousal down your now sore throat.

nanami groans at the sight of you swallowing all of his slick cum with little reaction of the salty taste. it making his cock rise just a bit, already becoming hard again, not even done coming down from his first orgasm. you look at him with tired yet desire filled eyes as he begins to caress your cheek, covered in drool or his cum. either way it makes his heart pound against his chest. just the sight of you makes his cock twitch with excitement, eager for more of you.

"you did so good for me, sweetheart," he mutters, his voice raspy, still coming down from his high. he looks at you with fondness when a soft smile stretches upon your face. "lookin' so pretty, dumb off my cock." he takes his thumb, wiping off your wet lips, both of you making intense eye contact. nanami’s eyes trail down your disheveled appearance. lips plump, red and swollen, eyes glossy and full of lust. your eyes filled with tears and satisfaction. he watches as one of your hair extentions starts to unclip from your hair, making him chuckle quietly.

you look at him, not even noticing, nor would you care if you did. "did i do good?" your voice having innocence that you both knew was mock. he nods to answer your question, but he's solely focused on your perky fat breasts. they look even more tempting, half of your left tit hanging out your top, the other begging to do the same. you notice where his gaze lead and internally smirked. "you up for more?"

[sugarpussyswirl]

𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘

A/n: For all my weird tumblr smut AO3 girls Synopsis: No one expects the weird girl to have such a good pussy. Warnings: Male whimpering, squirting, pussy drunk men, pervert y/n, unprotected sex

No one suspects the weird girl to be a perverted fiend.

No one suspects the weird girl who reads AO3 and Tumblr on the bus and has key chains of their favorite chibi anime guy. No one suspects the girl who fumbles over their words during a presentation, the girl who goes to classes in sweaters and sweatpants, the girl who spends her time daydreaming about fictional scenarios. No one suspects the girl who always seems shy and sweet, only to have a secret stash of explicit fanfiction hidden on her phone, the kind that would make even the most confident person turn red.

And of course, no one expects the weird girl to have such good pussy.

So when the confident, smooth-talking guy gets you in his bedroom, how the hell is it possible that he is trembling from pleasure just from slipping his tip in?

"Fuck, I c-can’t—" he groans, his voice breaking as he stumbles over the words. His usual cool demeanor is completely shattered, replaced with breathless gasps and desperate sounds. His head is thrown back, neck taut, and his eyes are screwed shut like he’s trying to hold onto every ounce of composure, terrified that if he opens them, the mind-numbing pleasure coursing through him will slip away. Every time your pussy squeezes around his aching dick his body trembles uncontrollably, muscles tensing and relaxing in waves as he tries to keep himself together.

"Look at me," you coo, your voice steady despite the pounding of your own heart. You may be practically a virgin, but you're by no means an idiot. Hours of reading smut, scrolling through Twitter porn threads, and indulging in endless fantasies have taught you more than you'd ever admit. You've spent too many nights alone, lost in stories and scenes where you imagined yourself in control, learning every filthy detail in your mind until it felt like second nature. So now, laying here with him unraveling over you, you're anything but inexperienced.

He locks eyes with you, big and desperate and you cup his perfect face with trembling hands.

"You're mine tonight ok?" you whisper, bringing him in just enough for your breath to tickle his lips, your voice low and dripping with confidence you didn't know you had. "Every sound, every breath—your mine."

"F-fuck, y-yeah I'm yours" he groans, accentuating his words with a sharp thrust right into your cervix, knocking the wind out of you.

"Mmm!" You cry. It’s painful, but in the pain is so much pleasure. He presses his forehead against yours as he slides in and out of you, gripping the sheets with his supporting hand as your hot, wet entrance swallows his cock. Instinctively, you're cunt squeezed around the foreign intrusion, trying to push it out, making him let out a low groan of his own as he thrusts even deeper into you. 

“Y/n I-I can feel you doing it to me,” he says hoarsely.

His fingers gently press into the skin of your hip, guiding and steadying you as he pulls back and thrusts into you. The sudden friction and collision with your G-spot makes your brain go fuzzy. Ticklish pleasure courses through your veins and you immediately throw your head back against the wall as he rams into you.

"Hnghh, s-so good~~" You whine. It was dizzying, the curvature of his dick digging itself against your g-spot, scraping against your vaginal walls every time he backed his hips up.

Simultaneously, his other hand sought yours, finding it with a purposeful tenderness. His fingers intertwined with yours, locking them together in a grip that was both a clasp and a caress.

"Were we doing it like this in your head baby?" He grunts, his Adam apple bobs as he groans from the pleasure of how fucking heavenly your pussy feels. "Because this is how we were doing it in mine." He felt good? Try euphoric. How could it be possible that pussy feels this good?

You can't even open your mouth to respond. The friction of his dick against your walls is just too good and as his pace intensified, a dizzying warmth spread through you, filling every corner of your being with a euphoric haze. The sensation of being completely enveloped, utterly connected, sent electric flesh arrows of pleasure through your body, making your eyes flutter and roll back slightly in sheer bliss. Every motion he makes, every time his fat tip collides with your cervix, leaves behind a trail of sparkling heat that seems to light you from within.

And of course, no one expects the weird girl to be a squirter.

You don't know whats happening and you don't have enough to warn him. Release washed over you in an all-encompassing wave, radiating out from your core to the very tips of your fingers and toes. It swept through you like a storm, leaving a trail of starbursts in its wake. Your body arched instinctively, clinging to him as the wave crested, then gently, slowly, began to ebb.

He stills his motion and watches through wide eyes as clear liquid sprays onto his abdomen and you tremble and moan. As you floated back down from the heights of bliss, your breath came easier, softer, the lingering aftershocks of pleasure pulsing gently through you.

"Why did you stop?" You whisper.

Sukuna, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Toji Fushiguro

#weirdgirlpussy

[sugarpussyswirl]

oh my godd,your story was soo goodd.Can i make a request for a bully!megumi x innocent!reader🙏.Thankk youuu😚💕

hi baby thank you for the request 🤗. i also made headcanons that i’ll be working on soon for this trope. ily and you can read here

[sugarpussyswirl]

₊˚ෆ 𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 ₊˚ ෆ ୨⎯ 🧸 ⎯୧ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 . . . 𝘮𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘮𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 ; 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 ; 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 18 ; 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺.ᐟ𝘮𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘮𝘪 𝘹 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵.ᐟ𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

it was another day of school, nothing different as usual. i was standing at my locker, looking around to make sure he wasn’t anywhere, before opening it and grabbing my books for my first class. homecoming was approaching, and i desperately wanted to go, but no one really hung out around me, let alone wanted to go on a date to a dance. i adjust the pink lacy bow that sat on the top of my ponytail, as i try to keep that positive attitude as always. the skirt i wore today was a bit shorter than what would be considered appropriate but i had no clue. i never really thought about what others would think. like i was trying to show off when i really i just liked the cute polkadot pattern on the baby pink skirt. i tear my gaze from my hair and my eyes travel to Megumi as he walks through the school doors. i swallow thickly and prepare myself for a day of ridicule. i take a shaky breath and suddenly his hard and unwavering gaze meets mine. i let out a squeak and turn back towards my locker. please don’t come up to me, please don’t. in my nervous antics, i drop one of my books. i huff and bend down to get it, absolutely oblivious of my skirt riding all the way up my plush thighs.

unbeknownst to me Megumi was completely seething at the sight of my exposed body. a few other eyes were on my backside as well, and it made megumi fill to the brim, practically overflowing with rage. part of it because of me, and the insane cluelessness of how i affected everyone around me. and mainly because the other boys in the hall were looking at me like a piece of meat, and they were getting ready to pounce.

he clenched his fists tightly, to the point of his fingernail’s creating marks in his palms. his breathing quickened, and suddenly part of his fury turned into a weird sensation. one he hadn’t felt before, one that made him the slightest bit nervous yet curious to dig deeper and explore it. one of desire. but he pushed it away in fear of feeling it for her. this beautiful but so overwhelming positive girl that left him dumbfounded. i was so sweet to the point it made him sick to his stomach. it made him stupidly angry how one person was so kind to others.

of course my pleading doesn’t work as i hear his hard steps come closer and closer. i squeeze my eyes shut and my breaths quicken, my fingers latched onto my locker. his feet pounded on the ground and he soon appeared next to me, i could tell he was mad, for what reason, i had no idea.

“are you that fucking clueless, or are you acting like this on purpose?” he tilts his head and i could just tell he was resisting the urge to bark a yell at my face. he usually did after all, so what was the difference today? why was he holding back? he looked down at me, anger but also a hint of something else. maybe affection, no that definitely couldn’t be it, he loathed me.

i watched him glance at my skirt, the curve of my ass making him think very lewd thoughts. and it made his heart speed up in a disgustingly fast way. he wanted to yell at me for making him think the most impure and perverted thoughts. of which he shouldn’t be having for a girl like me. a girl that wore cute frilly bows in her hair, and looked like she road to school in a princess carriage dragged by ponies. his eyes focus on my thighs that filled out so nicely underneath the skirt. then they trail back up meeting my own, making me wanna quaver under his gaze.

“don’t you ever dare wear this skirt again,” he huffed, in a eerily quiet of a voice. “or so help me God.” trying to risk not being shoved into my locker or even shouted out, i keep my pouty lips set in a straight line. he narrows his eyes at my lack of communication. “and don’t bend down in these hallways again.” his gritted teeth and angry expression making me shiver, but i keep my composure.

what where these sudden emotions running through me? why did my heart start to pound against my chest, like a gorilla pounded his enclosure at the zoo? this strange heat making me work up a sweat, just by the intense eye contact that he just couldn’t let up. the unwavering look he didn’t suppress. i felt the vehemence of warmth run up my lower limbs and to my core. it was like it had it a own heart beat, going as almost as strong as the one in my chest.

there’s an unmistakable amount of tension, and it only continues to rise between us. neither of us speaking, sounds of students reminding me that it isn’t just us in the hallway. i had to keep myself quiet and not try to express these strange feelings that bubbled up to the surface in such a short time. i slowly close the gap my thighs held, hoping he wouldn’t notice the way his intense look affected me.

i was also affecting him in ways he didn’t dare tell a soul. he felt as though i was teasing him, batting my pretty eyelashes up at him. the innocence that my big bulbs grasped. he hated how plump, pretty my lips were, how his mouth begged to feel them. to caress my beautiful body. he licked his lips at the sight of my thighs tightly clamped together.

i craved for his calloused touch, his fingertips creating tingles throughout my body. to trace each dip and curve, chiefly the one that made my ass look so delicious from each angle. i had never had these sickeningly pleasurable desires in my head, but i didn’t want them to stop. the thought of him releasing his anger on me in other ways made wanna bend down beside his command. to give him a real show, something the innocent part of me wouldn’t had even thought about. it’s like his presence made the innocence drain out of me, creating an alter ego that stayed laying in the back of my head. just the very idea made my mouth water and lace panties collecting my wet arousal. i couldn’t help but think of his hands collecting the sticky liquid instead. i slowly rub my inner thighs together in an attempt to relieve the almost painful pressure there.

megumi takes notice and stares daggers in my eyes. he clears his now horse throat and keeps his stoic look. “you going to homecoming?” i was a bit confused of the unexpected question. was he genuinely curious or was it another way for me to say something stupid for his jokes. i only shake my head to his sudden question and his dark eyes light up to the slightest amount. “good.” he mumbles under his breath, which raises an eyebrow of me. did he not want me to go with anyone else?

“cause no one would wanna go with a annoying girl anyway.” gee what a good insult. i could just tell he wanted to get under my skin, make me feel useless as he does everyday now. he slams my locker in my face. his usual smirk of satisfaction on his face from seeing my reactions. but there was more to it this time, like he immediately regretted his words after saying them. he gives me one last unbreakable glare before walking down the hall to his next class. i watch as his toned arms stay by is side, he walks with a sense of pride in them. it was all an act, but i never knew that. it felt like genuine hate towards me. a girl that couldn’t do anything terrible if she tried. yet it all came so natural to him.

it was like he was testing the innocence that i was specifically known for. never doing one bad thing besides forgetting my homework every now and again. it was like the way he affected me, did the same to him right back, and it was one loop that we couldn’t get out of. one of us had to break it. it wasn’t long before he snapped. God, my mom would be horrified if she knew what was roaming inside my mind.

megumi couldn’t help but take a short look back at my contemplation, wondering what i was thinking. hopefully it was him and not one of the other guys looking like they were gonna snatch you up before he had the chance himself. he needed to get me off his mind, millions of thoughts rushing through it. he needed to keep me suffering, relentlessly torturing me until he proved he hated me. for not only me to see but to convince himself. he loathed my bubbly personality, the cute squeals when i got excited, i looked absolutely radiant to him. it made him wanna puke, but i was still just too tempting.

[sugarpussyswirl]

₊˚ෆ 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒖𝒑 ₊˚ෆ ୨⎯ 🧸 ⎯୧ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 . . . 𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 , 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 ; 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 ; 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴: 𝘩𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘤 ᵎᵎ

it was like the bastard was testing me, my self control, all my morals with life that i held so proudly. it was like he knew what was going on and had front row seats of my brain, and was slowly but successfully bringing them out into the world. he knew i couldn’t resist him, his tall but well built stature, his eyes that were painfully bright and almost hurt to look at. his long, veiny fingers that i had countless dreams about, them going in and out of my squelching wet pussy. i knew how digitally he could work his fingers just by looking at them, and it made me want to rip my hair out in order to get that thought out. the bulge in his pants that he purposely didn’t take care of because he wanted me to see it in its full length. he was running lap after lap, around and around my wreck of a mind, and he was the cause of it. he knew he was the cause of it. the cause of heat and unbearable ache in between my thighs. the reason why i had to sneak off during hang outs in order to relieve the tension that never seemed to go away. the same tension that kept building that i couldn’t even see the top of it anymore.

and i was sick of it, i was sick of the manipulation that just his presence could do to me, the way that he could make me crumble in a matter of seconds, yet did nothing directly to me. how i wished that he would just stop the tension he created over the last weeks, over each ‘friendly’ hang out. so this time, it was my turn to give him back the same unruly treatment.

Gojo sat at the end of the couch in the living room of my apartment, blissfully watching some random documentary, which i knew that he had no interest of. i could tell by the very subtle, cocky smirk on his lips that he was gonna try something soon, and this time i wasn’t gonna give in so easily.

he yawned, stretching his arms way more than he really had to if it was unintentional. his shirt, which was compressed way too tightly on his taut muscles lifted up just slightly, showing off his carved in v-line. my mouth seemed to water, but i quickly pushed back the feelings that i so desperately wanted to explore. oh how i wanted to run my soft fingers down his lean but muscular torso, to touch his biceps and kiss the pecks that rested on his hard chest. i wanted to keep daydreaming these incredibly lewd, perverted thoughts but i forced myself to look away, and his smirk slightly faltered due to my lack of reaction. my heart started to beat the tiniest bit faster, knowing the plan i had in the back of my mind was going down the correct route.

Gojo, noticing that his usual charms weren’t working as they do on a regular, decided to be a bit more bold. “God, it’s hot in here, isn’t it?” he started to overly fan himself with his hand, which i only nod to his complaint. he slowly reached for the bottom of his size too small shirt and pulled it over his head. i immediately close my thighs, hoping he didn’t realize he was getting to me. i wouldn’t let him win this time. i look at his physique, my eyes taking a short gaze over his exposed top. his broad strong shoulders taking to my liking, how i wanted to hold them as i ride his pretty cock, which i had estimated to be around 8 or 9 inches from what i saw from the bulging in his sweats.

it was now my turn to strike. i turn to him, trying to hide my smirk, knowing this would get him going. “your right, it is getting kinda steamy in here,” i say, furrowing my eyebrows and beginning to fan my self as well. “ima go change,” he nods, and i walk upstairs to my bedroom, where i had several wet dreams of him in. the same bedroom i would sneak off into for a good five minutes to calm myself down after his teasing and attempts to make me fold.

i walk back downstairs, in a skimpy little change of clothes, and i watch his eyes widen for a moment with a nonplussed look in them. i walked back over to the couch, sitting closer to him this time. i ignore his presence, sitting up straight so my breasts were perkier than usual. my tits having no bra to secure the hard nipples underneath the thin shirt. Gojo’s eyes were eyeing the supple fat underneath the shirt with an undeniable hunger in them. out of the corner of my eye i watch as he slowly wets his lips, he knew what i was doing, and he was gonna try to outdo it.

“this show is boring,” he mutters under his breath, i could hear the pent up frustration in his voice, which was a bit hoarse. he reached over me, his raging boner rubbing over my clothed cunt. i swallow thickly, and i saw his signature smirk creep back onto his stupidly handsome face. he took extra long grabbing the remote, as i grip the couch and my breathing becomes shallow. “you good there, princess?” he teases as he sits back into his original spot.

“great,” i say through a sarcastic smile and he smirks. it was now my turn to make the blood rush from his face to his cock. “oh my phone” i say under my breath, and i lean over him to grab the phone that sat next to him. my tits just an inch away from his mouth, his tongue begging to be let loose from his mouth and take a taste of my sweet flesh. i move closer, the tip of his nose coming in contact with my exposed cleavage. he takes a deep sigh, his warm breath making my skin tingle. i sit back down on my side of the couch after retrieving my phone, which i could give two shits about at the moment.

i go to scroll mindlessly on instagram, purposefully looking at overly beefy men’s pages, turning my phone just the slightest bit, so Gojo had the ability to take a peak. he gritted his teeth, a strange feeling of insecurity and jealousy stir inside his body. “their not even hot,” he said to himself more than anyone, trying to reassure himself. i smiled to myself knowing the extreme bitterness and rage he was feeling. i then move onto the next part of my plan, i drop my phone on the rug that laid in front of us.

“oopsies,” i say, biting my lip just ever so gently, making sure he saw. i bend down, the curve of my ass rubbing against his croctch, and i feel the tip of his cock. he’s not wearing boxers, what a slut. i move in a certain way so my exposed ass cheeks jiggle right in his perfect view. his hands twitched as well as his furious cock. my booty shorts leaving little to the imagination, Gojo on the edge of loosing his fucking mind. he was beside himself, how his own strategies were being used on him instead. he didn’t know if he should feel turned on or fucking pissed, right now he was feeling both. his breaths quicken, and i smirk, spending way more time picking up my phone than i should be, but i was enjoying this far too much. i purposefully push back against him, feeling a small wet patch on his grey sweats. that was the last of the painful teasing he could take. he snaps and forcefully reaches out his arms. his hands, the same ones i wanted running down and touching my entire body, were now on my hips.

Gojo heaved my body backwards, making me drop my phone back onto the carpet. i let out a winded and shocked gasp, but i wasn’t complaining. i was now fully pressed against his contained cock, just the thin layers of his sweatpants and my shorts separating us from being skin to skin. his breath lingered on my exposed neck. the same neck that he had many restless nights thinking about, marking it with his rough kisses, the dark purple and red marks he would leave for me to deal with and explain to my peers. he could cum on the spot just thinking of me covered in evidence that he was there. “your a dirty slut, aren’t you?” he whispers, already out of breath. “think you’re so funny, teasing me like a fucking brat,” he spat. his words send a shiver through my whole body, my panties already soaked just by his words.

“like you’re not a slut yourself,” i say, trying to keep my cocky unbothered tone, as well as my sanity. this just causes his hips to buck up, making a small squeak escape my lips. i bite my lip with force to prevent any other embarrassing noises to come out. “wearing no underwear, sounds like a slut move to me,” i say through gritted teeth, i only feel his erection continue to grow, his length making me want to melt in his grip.

“oh and you’re definitely not wearing these shorts just to rile me up, hm?” i wince, knowing he was completely right. “half of your plump ass is hanging out those tight, mouth watering shorts, didn’t feel a fucking breeze, i’m assuming?” the bite on my lip, cutting off circulation, as i beg my body to not go feral at his words. suddenly his hands move from my hips to grope my ass cheeks, each of his large hands placed on each cheek. “expect me not to get hard when you have this amazing fucking ass,” he grunts out. “how i’ve wanted you to look at yourself in the mirror as i thrust into you from the back,” i couldn’t stop a struggled whine from breaking out.

“nnnhhgh, Gojo, your a fuckin’ tease, y’know that?” i grumble, “like you don’t do the same shit to me. taking off your shirt, like you know it gets to me,” he lands a hard smack to my ass, making the fat there recoil and jiggle in a way you’d only seem to see in pornos.

“it’s fun to watch you squirm,” he whispers in my ear, the hairs on my arms sticking up as goosebumps form. “maybe i’ll finally give you what you’ve wanted for weeks on end. relieve the constant pressure that rests in between those beautiful plush thighs of yours,” i give a quick nod, and he lets out a dry laugh at my sudden eagerness. “yeah? wanna be fucked like the little slut you are?”

a deep groan that was resting in the back of my throat staggers out. “Gojo, yes, i need you, i have for weeks now,” he hums at my response. i sway my hips back and forth, making my ass feel up his cock, the precum seeping through his sweatpants. “i need your cock,” i mumble, the neediness in my voice making my ego completely explode into just blissful full desire.

“yeah princess? your that needy for my cock?” i could hear the smirk in his tone of voice. he presses up against me more, making a soft moan from my lips come out. “feel that?” i nod to his question, even though he didn’t need an answer. “my cock wants you too,”

“please, Gojo,” i’m practically begging him to give me what i want-no need, to get rid of this insufferable ache that has had me deranged for weeks. “i need your cock in me,” i groan, on the verge of tears.

“hm, use your manners, yeah?” he smirks, knowing this might be the only time he gets to talk to me in this undignified way. despite me being desperate, i still roll my eyes at his demeaning tone.

“please, Gojo, i’m a little slut for your cock!” i whine, “let me feel you in my pussy, nnnmh, i’m so wet for you,” his sly smirk grows and he tugs me backwards so i’m in his arms and lap. i feel his hard in my backside, and i look up at him, the need in my eyes is clear, and i can tell he’s about to break.

“i suppose i’ve made you wait long enough, huh?” he mutters, his cocky look morphing into one of desire instead. our lips capture into an intoxicating and lust filled kiss, his soft lips in contrast to his rough demeanor and way of kissing. “gonna make you feel s’good” he mumbles between hot kisses. “jus’ your pretty ass wait.”

[sugarpussyswirl]

「 ✦ 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒚𝒔𝒘𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ✦ 」 ⋆ ౨ৎ ˚ ⟡ ˖ ࣪ 🧁 𝘩𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳. 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘥𝘸 .ᐟ

𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 ┄ 🍪

𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 / 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 ┄ 🧸

𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 ┄ 🍦 (𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪’𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘣 😆)

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⌗ 𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 🧸

𝘠𝘶𝘫𝘪 𝘐𝘵𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘪 ꣑୧

「 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣 」

𝘒𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘕𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪 ꣑୧

⌗𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒃 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 🧸

𝘚𝘶𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘶 𝘎𝘦𝘵𝘰 ꣑୧

「 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣 」

𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘰 ꣑୧

「 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣 」

𝘵𝘰𝘫𝘪 𝘍𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘰 ꣑୧

「 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣 」

𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘺 ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

[sugarpussyswirl]

୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏 ⋄ 𓍯 𓊆ྀི 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘺𝘢𝘱𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘵 𓊇ྀི

₊˚ෆ 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦! 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘧 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘯 2024, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘦’𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘰. 𝘪’𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪’𝘮 𝘚𝘜𝘗𝘌𝘙 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘵 𝘪’𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 (𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘺 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵) 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘵. 𝘪 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘪 𝘥𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘤. 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘴, 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 ��𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦. 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩. 𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪’𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘴, 𝘴𝘰 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘪 𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘨𝘰 (𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱(𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶) 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘳). 𝘑𝘑𝘒 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘣𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘫𝘪. 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘺𝘦 𝘣𝘺𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘴 :3 ₊˚ෆ

𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒔 ᯓᡣ𐭩

𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬 ࿐ i have many favorite foods because i’m a fatass foodie 😆. but my favorites change depending on the day (like my personality). a lot of days i’m lowkey just craving candy or some sorta sweet. but when i’m in a mood, sometimes i want an actual good meal. super basic, but spaghetti or some sort of pasta is top tier, bonus if there’s breadsticks. i love a good pizza only from the gas station cumberlands, which is insanely scrumptious. recent cravings have been milkshakes, no reason why, just have. sushi but only the vegetable kind because my taste buds have no fully developed clearly. rice, and sesame chicken, and any Chinese food. chicken sandwiches from popeyes (popeyes is certainly underrated). and for regular every day snacks, goldfish and cheese is my shit.

𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬/ 𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬 ࿐ being depressed deprived me from a lot of my personality so my motivation to do anything is dog shit. but when i do have those random bursts of motivation i heavily enjoy drawing in my sketchbook and making things aesthetically pleasing. i do write as well, listen to music, and i don’t have a specific music taste, it’s all really random. and of course sleeping, which is not the best ‘hobby’ to have but 🙀

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 ࿐ i will write anything when it comes to JJK. i will obviously write about my favorite characters, but if you babies send requests then i’ll do anyone in the series. when it comes to fluff than any character, but if it’s a minor then i won’t do smut or anything weird. i’ve gotten requests to do age regression fics before but i’m not educated in that enough that i don’t feel comfortable writing about it yet. once my lazy gets up and learns then of course. i won’t do insest of any kind but besides that than it’s all good. my favorite characters personally are megumi, choso, and nanami, so those will be worth about the most when it doesn’t come to requests 🤗

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‧₊˚ 🍨 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈 ୭ ✧˚. ᵎᵎ

₊˚ෆ 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 ₊˚ෆ ୨⎯ 🧁 ⎯୧ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏’𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒆 . . . ༉‧₊˚. 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦/ 𝑛𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 ᵎᵎ

𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑦 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡. જ⁀➴

𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒆 ᩍ 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ᩍ 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔/𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹

⌗𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴

⌗𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 (𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘸𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴)

⌗𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥

𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 ᐢ..ᐢ

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★ thinking about how moving in with sex addict satoru is simultaneously the best and worst decision you've ever made in your life.

because on one hand you get to spend the quiet parts of life with the man you love. you get to share space with him in a domestic setting, fall asleep with him at night only to wake up to him in the morning. you get good sex as often as you want it, take-out nights and tv marathons that aren't on the table when you don't live together.

but on the other hand, even the simplest of things has satoru bending you over the nearest surface and sinking deep into you. of course when you moved in, he made you cum in every room of the house as a way of christening it—but you didn't expect him to then insist on making you cum on every surface the house has to offer.

you can't buy new furniture without satoru laying you back on top of it and eating you out for an hour minimum.

you can't make dinner without ending up with your face pressed against the countertop as you're split open by his cock.

you have to give up on keeping the bed made, as you never make it more than a few hours before he's throwing you on top of it to fuck you stupid and ruin the fold of the sheets.

you can't shower without his fingers plunging into you under the scalding water.

you can't sit down without satoru insisting his lap is much more comfortable—why not cockwarm him while you're at it?

oh and you think you get a moment of reprieve when he goes away for missions? nope—because after so long of 24/7 access to the best dick you've ever had, you find when he's gone that your fingers just aren't long and learned like his are. your toys don't bite at your neck with each thrust. you can't cuff yourself to the bed. you can't cum without him.

and suddenly you have to come to terms with the fact that you too, are addicted to satoru gojos cock.