#Toji fushiguru smut

[or0ch1maru]

18+, minors dni, size kink

His hands engulf your small frame. Thick fingers holding your sides tightly as he bounces you up and down on his cock. Your poor legs twitching and quivering from overuse. He thinks you look absolutely adorable like this, tears running down your red cheeks, head thrown back as orgasm after orgasm washes over you, your cute lil hands clawing at his chest, leaving marks that he’ll proudly show off. If he isn’t watching your expressions, his eyes are focused on the bulge in your tummy, his cock head repeatedly hitting your sweet spot. Letting out a deep groan himself as he notices the white ring that formed on the base of his cock.

“daddyyy, ‘s too big” you manage to whimper out. him picking you up, just to slam you back down. All you manage are broken whines, feeling like you’re being split in two

“heh, you can handle it baby.” He encourages, his pace and harshness only intensifying as he thrusts up, meeting the way he’s bouncing you. Another climax washes over you from the way he uses you as his own personal pocket pussy

“there ya’ go, cum f’ me again, know ya can”

TOJI, SUKUNA, Satoru, Suguru, KENPACHI, KAKUZU, HIDAN, Obito, Kisame, Shiu Kong, Jiraiya

[gojosprettyprincess]

Kento’s favorite position will always be fucking you in a mean mating press where he had your body forcefully folded in half by his, because there’s just something so raw and intimate about having your bodies and soft skin pressed up against each other in such a filthy manner. Both of your sweaty bodies melted into each other’s as he pounded you deeper and deeper into the soft mattress with such neediness and desperation. Every time he’d possessively thrust himself into you, it had the entire bed creaking and the mattress sinking lower and lower because of his overpowering strength and weight. It’s almost crazy how he’s practically crushing you with his muscular body. The way he’d manhandle you and bend your legs into your body was so inhuman and fucked up but obviously based on the countless times that he had wrecked your little pussy and stretched your tight walls soo widely to hug his cock in such an ideal way that was only meant for him, in that exact familiar routine of a position. You were very much used to it by now.

The way his damped, tousled blonde hair gently brushed against his chiseled face captured your attention—God he’s so beautiful, no renaissance painting could ever be compared to Kento's face. It was a literal masterpiece. God you couldn’t wait to start a family with this man because you already know you’d have the most cutest babies. He stared down at your fucked out expression that he fucking loved seeing so much, so pretty and alluring. All dumbed down and stupid just from his cock. It never fails to captivate his soul each time he's making love to you. He could stare at you for hours.

You weren’t the most flexible person but of course, Kento always managed to manipulate and manhandle your poor body effortlessly in whatever position that he desired. He’s not mean during sex but he’s definitely not the sweetest either, Especially after he returns home from a frustrating and tough day at work, his mind consumed with stress and pent-up desire and his cock twitching in his pants with heavy, thick balls filled with seed that he’s been storing up to stuff into you with, after he comes from work.

It wasn’t even a second after you greeted him, that honeyed tone in your voice humming his favorite tune, “Kentooo, you’re back!!”. Barely two minutes had passed and in the blink of an eye, you were trapped beneath his large, muscular frame with his aching, swollen length buried sooo deep between your tight walls. his mushroom tip kissing the tender, sensitive spots that made you soo mindlessly dumb, it had you forgetting about the little rule you had about no sex until he’s well fed after work because as his devoted housewife, you also labored diligently to prepare dinner for him.

What if it gets cold?!!

Well, Kento sure doesn’t give a fuck because he’s way too hungry for something else.

His black and yellow tie is loosely dangling over your face as the gentle waft of his minty cologne which you had sprayed on his chest earlier before he went to work, drifts in your nostrils, making your mind hazy and had your pussy pooling even more slick around his veiny shaft. “Good God, fuck this pussy is perfect darling, sooo perfect almost as perfect n pretty as you” his husky voice echoes with admiration, the outline of his bulging veins on his arms straining through his rolled-up sleeves, showcasing the raw strength he had as he gripped onto the sheets besides your head for sheer stability as his tired eyes—visible with exhaustion and teary, lazily stared into yours.

“Kento–“ you cried out, your nails digging into his beefy forearm as you looked up at him with pleading eyes that sent his cock throbbing embarrassingly. Fuck it took everything in him to restrain himself from not getting you pregnant with his kids right now.

“Yes, my love? Tell me what you need darling, m’here for you”. He whispered tenderly, he flashed a charming smile at you before placing a quick, affectionate kiss on your ankle that has been thumping against his huge shoulders the entire time as he ruts his hips into you animalistically.

“Missed you ken!, so so much” your heart beating with desire and love as his chest smushed your soft breasts against him. Beads of sweat glistening from his hairline, threatening to drip onto your face as you move your hands up to wrap them around his neck. A genuine smile spread across his face due to your performance of affection.

“Missed you too my love, God you were clouding my thoughts so much sweetheart, couldn’t stop thinking about you and this pretty little pussy today.” He confessed to you in his deep, sexy voice before smashing his soft lips onto yours. Your nails violently dug into his clothed back that was fortunately shielding him from the nasty, red marks you were plotting to leave. Both of you groaned into the kiss, your spit and saliva mincing together lewdly to the point where it was steeping out of your mouth. His swollen lips feverishly melded against yours, making it practically impossible for you to breathe but you didn’t mind one bit. It all just felt so delicious. His glossy, pink tip skillfully pokes against your sensitive g-spot, making your toes curl in your socks at how good he’s making you feel. God, he was so perfect. His huffs of golden, blond pubic hair tantalizingly grazed against your sticky clit— rubbing it unintentionally, making your pretty eyes roll to the back of your head as he assaulted your lips. your tongues now entwining and swirling together disgustingly. The kiss was so sweet and affectionate, it made your heart fluttered.

His grunts and moans filled the room like a symphony. it was nothing but music to your ears. Kento was perfect in every single way possible. He was such a man, not just any man. He's a gentleman, his masculine presence would be overwhelming for any soul that has never experienced what it'd be like to encounter a real man.

You’d do anything for him, you loved Kento in a particular way where it would be so fucking offensive to the person who founded feminism.

[nymphbnny]

brat in pink I

────── toji fushiguro

⤷ mom’s bf!toji who can’t keep his eyes of you and your little slutty behavior at the small pool party you threw at your house.

tw: age gap (20s ; 40s) , toji is dating your mom (step cest??), corruption kink, daddy kink, starts as hcs, dun con, size kink, jealousy, filming (slightly), doggy, riding, squirting, breeding kink, spanking, slight dacryphilia, slapping, not proofread (wrote this at work lol), MDNI

part I - part II

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚mom’s bf!toji who grunts in annoyance when you beg your mom to let you throw a party in your house to celebrate your twenty first birthday. as much as he tries to look away, he can’t stop gazing at your pretty perky tits that are bouncing as you jump around following your mother.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚mom’s bf!toji who listens to the people you want to invite to your pool, his jaw clenching each time to mention a boy. especially when you mention gojo a light blush dusting your cheeks.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚mom’s bf!toji who is lowkey pissed that your mother finally agreed to your pleas, having to watch you dance around half naked in front of other men. he’s even angrier when he’s left all alone to supervise you since your mom will be away for a few days.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚mom’s bf!toji who balls his fist and glares at you when you start taking sexy picture in your small pink bikini, your ass and tits almost out as you pose sultry for the camera. he is pissed that you are taking more pleasure seeking the dumb young boys’ attention around you than focusing on having his. although you did.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚mom’s bf!toji who watches you closely as you dance against the white haired man, his hand dipping in your flesh as he sheepishly whispers in your ear. you catch him staring, a weird feeling rushing through your core as his eyes gaze at you, the goosebumps on your skin rising.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚mom’s bf!toji who makes up an excuse about how some chemicals got in the pool so all your invitees would leave. “i’m so sorry,” you repeated as they left, an understanding grin on their face. as gojo went to kiss you goodbye, toji stood next to you, pulling you closer to him. the young man took the hint as he stayed away, waving at you before leaving.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚mom’s bf!toji who silently watches you pick which picture looks better to post it on your feed. “you’re not clothed enough.” was his response when you went to him to have his opinion.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚mom’s bf!toji who wants to teach you a lesson about being a good girl instead of spreading half naked pictures of yourself for the world to see. he should only be the one to see them.

“daddy…” you whined as his hips rutted against your ass, his grip on your hip hardening at the nickname. toji threw his head back, watching you bury your flushed face between your plushies as he fucked you on your pink sheets. “daddy’s so mad at you for acting like a dirty brat, fhuck,” he grunted, pushing at your lower back to deepen your arch, your tiny cunt feeling tighter. “you’re gonna suffocate me, shit,”

toji was gripping your hands behind your back, pulling you up to play with your pretty nipples, occasionally pinching them to hear you yelp in pain, then bring you down again to keep thrusting hard. “‘m gonna ruin you for any other guy, especially that gojo,” hearing his words make you clench on him harder, the doubt and shame you had about fucking your mother’s boyfriend now gone. “you’re squeezing me baby, is it because i mentioned his name?” he harshly barks, spanking your plump ass. you whined and yelped, your lashes glossy as you try to push him away by wiggling your hips.

“nuh uh, no running from me,” he chuckled, his scar turning up with his lip as he grabbed your hair to pull your head up, your moans and tears turning him on even more. “i clenched because o-of you daddy,” you whimpered, your submissive self delighting him, his hips moving at a slower yet deeper pace. toji smirked before pulling out, a small whine leaving your lips as you were left to throb around nothing, you tiny hole clenching. it was adorably filthy. he was ruining you and he loved it. you heard him grab something before you saw a flash, realizing he was recording. “since you love looking like a whore,” he muttered, rubbing your ass before spanking it. “might as well get it on film.” he laughed, pulling you back on his swollen tip, his girth stretching you all at once.

“n-no, wait!!” you tried to stop him, but he didn’t listen. he pounded into faster, your body acting the opposite of your words as you found yourself throwing yourself back on him to meet him half thrust. “such a dirty brat,” he squeezed your ass, his hand going around your waist to rub your clit. “so good,” you lulled out your tongue, eyes half lidded. he pulled his sticky hair back before bringing your body up. his thumb pressed against your tongue, opening your mouth even more before taunting you: “who else can make you stick out your tongue like a filthy slut huh? who?” he bit your neck, your whines accentuating as he stimulated your clit, your orgasm close.

“just you, no one else b-but you daddy, i wanna cum,” you cried, your head heavy as you threw it back on his shoulder. you went limp. his hips pounded you faster before throwing you back on the bed, your legs spread out as you gushed on your bed, squirting and making a mess on your pink sheets, your pretty pussy quivering.

“cum for daddy that’s it, make a mess baby,” he stroked his cock as he watched you go dumb, slapping your pussy a few times just to watch you shake. he ended the recording, smiling at the video before throwing his phone away.

“we’re not done yet sweetheart, up.” you whined as he handled you, turning you around to kiss you lips, his tongue parting your lips to deepen the kiss. he sat on the bed next to you, pulling you to his hard cock, slamming you on top of him. you whimpered against his lips as he fucked up into you, his hands digging into your hips, hoping his fingerprints would replace gojo’s. “he’ll never be able to fuck you like this. hear me?” he slightly slapped your cheek then grabbed your jaw to make you look at him, your face fucked out. he was fucking dumb and you were becoming incoherent. the only thing that was coming out of your mouth were the whines and moans as he sucked on your tits the while he slammed your small pussy.

you were so small compared to him, so easy to hold, to fuck and to manipulate. you were so easy to corrupt and he was enjoying every second of it. “daddy, ‘s big, so big,” you whispered, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. toji held on your hands to guide it to your lower stomach, making your feel his depth. “daddy’s here baby,” the overstimulation made you moan, you legs bucking uncontrollably as your second orgasm hit you.

“know what, fucking hell, you feel so good baby, so fucking tight, my cock’s gonna stretch you so good,”

“gonna breed you, so no one else can touch you, huh? what’d you say,” he chuckled as he slammed a few more times inside you, emptying his heavy load inside you. your insides felt warm and good as his cum filled you up, your head too heavy to even react to what was going on.

you woke up the next day on new sheets and naked on your bed. you grabbed your phone to find an airdrop message. you gasped when you saw the video that toji took from you last night, your thighs squeezing as you recalled how his fat cock felt inside you. shamelessly, you airdropped him back a well taken picture of you spread out on your bed, biting your nails and pussy puffy. it didn’t take him a lot to come rushing through your bedroom door to ruin you again.

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

👀 perhaps this is a little feral but what do you think would be the reactions of the our favorite jujutsu kaisen men if they were bitten during intimacy to the point of lightly (or intense) bruising?

Just a moment so intense you have to give back some of the pain being thrusted upon you 😳

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Gojo would totally be into it, would coax you to bite him over and over, leave dozens of marks on his flawless pale skin. Moans extra loud when you bite him, "ohhh baby, that hurts so good!" Such a whore about the whole thing and isn't ashamed of it.

Geto is a little surprised but welcomes it. He purrs your name and kisses your neck, leaving a love bite of his own. "That's it, pretty, give me all you've got," encouraging you to let loose and be yourself. He wants to see the real you come out.

Nanami is shocked and flustered by the whole thing. He's so taken by surprise that he cums shortly after. Profusely apologizes but also blames you for making him cum so quick: "it's your fault I'm such a mess." He isn't mad at you, though, he could never be mad at you.

Toji teases you for being so wild in bed. "Who knew my pretty lil baby had such sharp claws?" But he never discourages you. If anything, he tries to get you to do it more just so he can tease you over and over, making you squirm in embarrassment over your little habit.

Naoya's first reaction is to scold you for marking him up, "how dare you bite me? What are you, an animal?" But when he learns that you did it because you felt so good, he changes his tune, gets cocky about making you go crazy like that. Like Toji, he tries to get you to bite him again just so he can tease you about it later.

Mahito laughs about it, thinks it's the funniest thing in the world. "Who knew humans were so interesting? Is this a normal human ritual?" He's so curious about it, tries new things to see if he gets the same reaction, bites you in return. He turns into a beast that can't be tamed.

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[jujutsubaby]

after hours (part 2)

☆ pairing: satoru gojo x afab!reader, toji fushiguru x afab!reader ☆ summary: you update your friends and they cannot believe what happened between you and toji. but one of you friends, satoru gojo, is acting weirder than usual...could it be? nooo, nooo, it can't...right? ☆ warnings: 18+! MINORS DNI! dirty talk, implied power dynamic, sexual tension ☆ tags: modernAU, academiaAU ☆ a/n: sorry for the lack of smut but i swear it'll be worth in the next part 😈 but hope you enjoy the love triangle between toji, gojo, and y/n that's forming! spoiler alert: there miiiight be a potential three way coming soooon ~ ahaha i don't wanna say anything 🤭 🖤🤍 series masterlist 🤍🖤

"NO. FUCKIN'. WAY...", shoko gasps, jaw open, as you tell her about what happened last night with toji over a matcha latte with oatmilk. you take a sip, savoring the earthy, bitter beverage, and give shoko a serious look.

you, shoko, and your friends always grab beverages from cafe amanai every morning, serving as a meeting point for everyone's busy lives. usually, it's used to air out mild inconveniences, from poor grades to missing keys, but today, it is being used to dissect what the hell happened between you and toji last night, to your obvious dismay.

"yeah, and now i'm getting dinner with him and megumi and going to his parent teacher conference." you say, looking slightly distraught, as you contemplate the ramifications of hooking up with your extremely attractive neighbor. "was this a bad idea?"

"was what a bad idea?"

you and shoko whip around to find satoru gojo strolling to your table, wearing his signature black round glasses and unruly white hair. he glides down in the seat next to you, literally butting his head into the conversation.

you sigh deeply and slowly sink your head onto the table surface, knowing full well that once satoru gets up to speed, he's never going to shut up about it. "ohhhh satoru, don't make me say it again..." you whine.

"let's wait until suguru comes back from flirting with the barista to tell them. i don't wanna update them twice." shoko kindly offers, patting your head and softly running her fingers through your scalp.

your head shoots up the minute your hear about suguru flirting. according to satoru, suguru never drank coffee until the day riko complimented his bangs, and ever since then, suguru would do everything in his power to stop by cafe amanai and order a latte. in the process, you, shoko, and gojo got unbearably perplexed at the idea of the suguru geto, the hoity-toity moral compass of the group, having a crush, on not just anyone, but the cafe owner, and everyone's favorite barista: the gorgeous, raven-haired riko amanai. you all really try to be subtle, everyone craning their necks in unnatural directions, trying to decipher what embarrassingly awful one-liner suguru was going to say to riko instead of just asking her out.

"can you guys not embarrass me for just one day at this place? just one. it's all i'm asking for." suguru says sorely, popping out from the opposite direction of where you all were staring, startling everyone into mumbled apologies ("i wasn't even looking", "had to stretch my neck after benching 300", "i don't even care about you and riko").

"anyway, now tell us...what's the bad idea?" gojo prods, grinning at the excitement of restarting the gossip session. oh my god, why is he so nosy?

"i mean, okay, it's complicated so don't judge me and i really don't know how it happened but-" you start, before shoko cuts you off.

"y/n fucked our hot neighbor, toji. remember him? the one i was telling you about that probably is a gigolo-"

"shoko, he is NOT a gigolo! stop saying that about him!" you say irately. "he probably has...some respectable job that...is classified or...something", you defend, trying your hardest to defend toji in front of your friends. why were you so keen on defending this guy after one random hookup?

"the one who's son you BABYSIT for?!" suguru yells incredulously a bit too loudly, that results in your shooting daggers at him. "y/n, you have to know this is some fucked up power dynamic thing, right? he's paying you to babysit his son. there's no way what you're doing will end well." suguru chastises, scrunching his eyebrows in genuine concern.

"so about that..." you start, realizing just now how idiotic you're about to sound admitting that he has not paid you for the past week and decide to pivot. "it's just babysitting, suguru, okay? chill, it's not that serious."

"also, he hasn't paid her at all last week." shoko states nonchalantly. you give her a crestfallen look, wishing she had said quite literally anything but that.

satoru, who had been suspiciously silent up until now, roars in laughter hearing this, while suguru groans. "wait hold on. you're telling me people pay him to be a gigolo but you're giving him that pussy for free?" satoru says in between breaths, clearly finding your predicament more than amusing.

"i'm going to kill you guys." you say, rubbing your temples, already trying to remedy the headache at bay.

"poor y/n," shoko teases, "she's not ready to be a step-mom." she chuckles as you narrow your eyes at her. "kidding!" she smiles, with her hands up, feigning any remorse. everyone, including youself, start laughing lightly at the situation you're in, and you notice shoko's eyes widen with excitement and warmth as she sees utahime walk into cafe amanai. "utahime!" she waves, catching utahime's attention. utahime darts over to your table and plops next to shoko, and do something that shocks satoru and suguru to their core. aww, look, they're kissing! oh wait no, they're fully making out. oh, they should get a room.

"excuse me?!" gojo, who is so baffled by the sight in front of him that his sungalsses are completely off, says.

shoko and utahime break out of their short kiss, and utahime narrows her eyes at satoru as if he was a pest (you have to admit, he sometimes is), seemingly annoyed by his intrusion. "oh umm, this is utahime, as you guys know. um, she and i are dating. that's all." shoko taciturnly says. "anyway, we have to go, now." she turns to you. "i'll see you at home and you better tell us everything." you laugh and nod, standing up to give utahime a quick hug before they left.

you turn around to two stunned faces, as you explain to them that shoko and utahime had been dating for over a month now, and that they did not tell either of them because, well, they were both a bit obnoxious, especially together.

"just because you're right doesn't mean i'm any less shocked!" suguru says, eyes still wide and processing the fact that one of his best friends was dating someone and he had no clue. "okay, i actually don't even have time to process this right now. i have to make copies for the class i'm TA-ing for." suguru says, as he quickly throws his untouched cup of coffee into the trash and speeds out. "see ya." he waves before he speeds out of the cafe.

you sigh tiredly, knowing that whenever you're alone with satoru, things get...a bit weird. you guys are friends, of course, but you would be lying if you said you didn't feel the tension in the air abruptly change slightly when it was just you two. there were plenty of times when you went over to satoru's and played video games or drank beers like the old school friends you were, but it would always end veeery touchy feely (like the time you fell asleep with your head on his lap or that one time he said it would be a good idea to cuddle "for warmth" because the heat was broken).

but this was just because you guys were like, super super good friends, though...right? in any case, you knew for a fact you and satoru were not into each other because you both fooled around with other people, so case closed.

"so...how was it?" satoru asks, with a stupid grin on his face. you can sense he's about egg you on about something you did not want to talk about, but you decide to give him the benefit of the doubt.

"how was what?" you say, shifting in your seat slightly and playing with your fingers. you take a sip of your lukewarm matcha as you turn to look at satoru.

"how was the sex with toji?" satoru clarifies. you almost choke on your matcha, but quickly regain your composure.

"wouldn't you like to know, lover boy." you say, slightly annoyed and yet bemused why satoru would even ask that question. ugh, why does he even care? can't he let this go? he was the one making fun of you the most about this anyway!

"woah, okay sorry for trying to make sure you at least had fun before you made a bad decision with some broke dude who doesn't have a real job." satoru says, raising his hands defeat and putting his sunglasses back, obscuring his bright blue eyes that always made you wish you could stare at them forever. wait, what?

"he allegedly doesn't have a job, okay. and also, being a gigolo, allegedly, is still a job." you say, once again baffling yourself as to why you're feeling so defensive of toji, especially more so in front of satoru. why is he being so weird about this? you've told him about guys you've slept with before and he barely even cared.

"what are we? in court?" he snorts, shaking his head slightly in amusement.

"why do you care?" you accuse, finishing up the last sips of your matcha before setting the cup down and anxiously playing with your fingers.

"i don't care...i just..." satoru trails off, as if thinking about what he wants to say next carefully. "i just wanna make sure he's treating you well, that's all."

"well, if you must know, we didn't have sex." you respond, your heart beating a bit faster as you're borderline talking about raunchy activities in public.

"whadcha guys do?," satoru asks shamelessly.

at this point, you're so over satoru's bullshit. "he ate me out okay! what other personal stuff do you want to know about me? how would you feel if i asked you how many times a day you jerk off, huh? not so amusing now is it?!"

"did you cum?" he asks. his smile is beaming and he's holding back a chuckle, as he enjoys seeing you getting all riled up because of him. he knows he's pushing your buttons, but he just can't stop. it's too fun. and you look too cute when you're angry at him.

"you're so fucking unbelievable!" you spit, as you abruptly get up and grab you empty cup of matcha and your bag, heading towards the exit. entering the bustling city, you see satoru catching up to you in your peripheral and walk even faster to the crosswalk, but not fast enough. satoru catches up from behind easily and places his hands on your shoulder, as you whip around and give him a death glare.

"what do you want?!" you ask irately.

"umm...i'm your ride to class, remember?" satoru says sheepishly, flashing you a grin.

could this get any worse? you roll your eyes. he is correct, and technically you could take the bus but it'll make you too late for your class, and walking is just out of the question. you sigh in annoyance. "where's your car?"

the walk to satoru's porche is short, but within that time, you both manage to make up as you always do. such is the waves your guys' relationship rides: daunting when it happens, but calm once the storm passes over. by the time you're at satoru's car, you both are laughing hysterically.

"fuck off! no way suguru said that to riko!" you exclaim, responding to satoru telling you that suguru responded to riko's "good morning" with the biography of his barber who cuts his bangs.

"his ass folds so easily when it comes to his bangs," satoru says as he turns on the ignition and starts driving. satoru thinks about the first time he met suguru and how they got into a minor argument because his bangs were the first thing satoru noticed. satoru's mind wanders, and he thinks about the first thing he noticed about you: your smile and laughter. the way you tuck your hair behind your ears whenever you get anxious, the way you play with the ends of your hair when you're flirting and you think you're being subtle, the way your nose scrunches when you're concentrating deeply, and especially the way you, without fail, always fall asleep leaning against him during movie nights.

"hey, y/n," satoru starts softly, "you busy tonight? thinkin' we study for our final next week and maybe watch a movie. have you watched saltburn yet?"

"ohmygod i haven't but i really want to!" you say excitedly, thinking about how shoko has been begging you to watch that movie since it came out. wait, parent teacher night. you frown. "oh wait actually, i'm not free tonight, but let's do tomorrow?" you offer sweetly, praying satoru for once is not nosy enough to ask what you're doing instead tonight.

"whatcha doing instead tonight?" he asks without skipping a beat.

"...i'm babysitting tonight." it's not use lying at this point, but you know it's embarrassing to say you're getting dinner with his son and going to a parent teacher conference.

"oh right, the thing you do for free now", satoru says, rolling his eyes. he could egg you on and press your buttons again. he hasn't decided if he will again just yet.

you decide to change the subject, not wanting to start yet another argument with him. "anyway, you wanna head to the barcade tomorrow before the theater to get drinks and hang? i think shoko and utahime are coming and they said something about inviting suguru, too" you ask, knowing full well what his answer will be.

"how could you fucking ask me that? how could you ask me if i want to go to the only barcade in this city after what fucking happened to me the last time i went there?!" he accuses you. you sense the irateness of his voice, knowing full well this is how he gets whenever you bring up the local barcade with him.

basically, earlier this summer, the four of you went to the flashing new barcade that opened downtown, thinking you would all have a couple drinks and play some arcade games. according to satoru -- you and shoko were, at the time, dry heaving in the bathroom from one too many AMFs (satoru's idea) -- some guy came in with his kid (you still didn't really believe this part because how was a kid allowed in a bar?) and not only "bullied satoru" (satoru's words), but also made off with his drink and tickets. you still aren't really sure what the big deal is, but you find it funny, nontheless, seeing satoru still get sour about that barcade.

"geez, sorry, i didn't know you were still upset about it." you say, raising your hands and eyebrows in defeat.

"i literally talk about it once a day in the group chat. i was finally gonna get you that jigglypuff plushie you always wanted with those tickets!" satoru confesses, and you almost feel a bit bad for him. almost.

"well, you can try again tomorrow night then", you wink, before satoru pulls up in front of the building where your class is. you hear satoru humph in defeat, and you know you'll see him tomorrow night at the barcade. you thank satoru for the ride, but right before you close the door, he calls out your name.

"hey y/n also, sorry 'bout earlier at the cafe.", he says (he doesn't sound sorry at all, you think. this is definitely a ruse to say something stupid), "but i needed to tell you something before you left. the answer is two but if i'm bored, probably three."

you stare at him blankly. what was he on about? "what?" you say, perplexed.

"it's how many times i jerk off in a day. just thought i should let you know since you asked," he says, with a cheeky smile on his face. cue something stupid! bingo!

"bye satoru." you say immediately, closing the door of his porch and crossing the street. god, satoru was one of the most annoying people you knew. why does your face feel so hot?

you try really hard not to think about what satoru just said, knowing he was just being his usual cheeky self. satoru touches himself twice a day? when does he do it? in the morning? who does he think of? does he think of you? what the fuck, y/n -- think about something else? remember you came all over toji's face?

woah, okay. that was a lot, even for you. you have no idea where that thought came from, and you're pretending like it never happened. you're pretending like your panties aren't getting damp thinking about satoru's flushed face and his large fingers reaching down and grasping his hard, veiny -

your thoughts are interrupted by a text on your phone:

toji: see ya soon, pumpkin. wear somethin' nice for me, yeah? ;)

[sugurus-fave-monkey]

Teaser pt 2

(Still a WIP but I’ve hit a block and wanna take my time with the actual smut)

So I wrote a little more and I’m just going to post what I’ve got going on for now. This has a decent amount of spice tho. Part two here

TW: MDNI/ 18+, Satoru Gojo x Suguru Geto, no actual sex acts yet but mentions penis’, angst, PTSD, death mentioned, kissing, neediness, blood mentioned (taste), bro I just want them to be together, Gege when I catch you, not edited, not proofread, hoping to finish it over the weekend.

NSFW under the cut

The night air was cold on his skin as Suguru Geto leaned out his dorm window, trying to find enjoyment in the form of a cigarette. As he exhaled, his left hand came to rub at his eyes, the bags beneath them seemingly a part of him, just like his skin. Just when did everything go wrong? How much more of this could he take? After pitching away the rest of his cigarette, he adjusts the towel on his waist, and closes the window. He sits down on his bed, and runs his fingers through his still damp hair.

Maybe he’s being punished? He should have been more aware of his surroundings after him and Satoru were ambushed. Perhaps he shouldn’t have even offered that girl a life, maybe had he not said anything, he wouldn’t have watched her die. That’s all he sees whenever he closes his eyes, her, and that man, the smug look on his face. When he manages to sleep, he is plagued by nightmares, the girl, screaming at him, Satoru’s body, broken and lifeless, and that man, Toji Fushiguru, no, not a man, what had he called himself? A monkey. The only time Suguru had felt real fear in his life, was caused by none other than a filthy fucking monkey.

He felt like the higher ups were trying to isolate him. Satoru, the only person he felt true friendship with was always being sent on solo missions, while Geto was left to exorcise and consume the curses. The curses, the only form of company he had. Sometimes he would let one out, late at night, alone in his room, just to feel the presence of something. He didn’t know how to feel, he didn’t even know if he could feel anymore, he had spent so long choking back silent tears. His emotions got the best of him at first, and he turned the overwhelming sadness, the emptiness into rage, and when that didn’t help he discarded those emotions, in fact he discarded all emotions.

A soft knock on the door startled him, and he had to ground himself back to reality. He check the alarm clock on his nightstand and saw that it read 3:17 a.m. He sighed and decided to ignore the door, which only resulting in whomever was there knocking louder.

“Yo! Suguru! I know you’re in there, let me in.” Of course.

Suguru rolled his eyes before responding, “I’m trying to sleep Satoru; we can talk in the morning.”

“Nah, I can tell that you’re awake, lemme in, it’s important.” Satoru demanded. “Besides if you don’t I’ll just stay here and pound on your door all night and wake everyone else up.”

Geto stood up, and crossed the room to the door, before swinging it open. “What do you need?”

Satoru threw up his hands and smirked. “You gonna let me in or?”

Geto moved out of the way,, and Satoru walked in, kicking his shoes off before perching himself on the chair at the desk. He quickly scanned his best friend, noting his lack of clothing, and dripping hair.

“Trying to sleep my ass.” Gojo scoffs. “Anyways, we’ve go a mission together, there’s this village, and apparently there’s been some weird activity going on, so I’m tagging along with you.”

Geto turned his head towards Gojo and raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean by tagging along?”

“Well, I kinda overheard Yaga talking about assigning you that mission solo, and I wanted to come with, since it’s been a while since we’ve had any missions together…” Gojo trailed off.

Geto could instantly tell he was lying, and glared at him.

“Ok, maybe they actually asked me to go with you, but either way! We get to work together again!” Gojo explained.

“So they think I’m incapable of handling a mission solo, and you need to be there?” Geto questioned.

“Suguru… they think you’re a liability, and as much as I hate the higher ups, and disagree with that, I just-“

“So in case something goes wrong, in case something inside me snaps, they want you to be there to put me down?!” Geto had heard enough, the anger he thought he buried rising to the surface.

“N-no,” Gojo stammered, while he stood up, closing the distance between them, his cool demeanour lost. “I don’t know what it is, they just need someone to keep an eye on you. You’ve been off Suguru, and don’t give me that bullshit about a summer cold, something’s going on with you.”

“Tch. I’m fine Satoru” Geto spoke. “I don’t need-“

Before Geto could finish speaking Satoru’s lips were on his own, his eyes widening. He had thought of doing this many times, but was never quite sure how to go about it. Geto parted his lips, allowing Gojo’s tongue to snake into his mouth, swirling his own tongue with Gojo’s. It was as though every wall he had built came crashing down at that moment, Geto wrapped his arms around Gojo, pulling him into an embrace, while Gojo runs his fingers through Geto’s hair.

When they pull away for a brief moment, Geto swears he can feel his heart pounding in his chest. He brings a hand to Satoru’s cheek, cradling it, before pulling him back into the kiss. He’s rough, taking charge this time, biting on Gojo’s lower lip, causing the white haired man to inhale sharply. Geto forces his tongue into Gojo’s mouth and groans when Gojo sucks on his tongue. Geto kisses him passionately, lustfully, hungrily, almost as though he wishes to consume him.

Geto lowers Gojo to the bed, using one hand to support himself, and he trails kisses over Gojo’s neck, feeling himself grow erect. Gojo can’t help but squirm under him, wrapping his legs around Geto’s waist. Geto trails his fingers under Gojo’s shirt, feeling his muscles contract, one finger brushing over a nipple, before his thumb joined, pinching it. Kissing was no longer enough, Geto needed to taste him, and so he sunk his teeth into his neck, and began to suck on the tender skin, relishing the taste of copper as Gojo’s skin began to bruise. He stopped for a moment, to pull Gojo’s shirt off, and continued tasting the other man. His lips found their way to Gojo’s nipple, and he started licking at the bud, smirking when Gojo whined and rutted his hips up.

Gojo could feel himself coming undone, and he hadn’t even touched Geto yet, in fact he wasn’t planning any of this at all, the kiss was an impulse he had been feeling for a while, and finally acted on. But now he longed to feel his best friend inside of him, he was usually the one to take charge, and control the situation, but he wanted nothing else but to be ruined by Geto. Gojo’s aching cock twitched at the thought of being fucked by Geto, and as he watched the man’s head going lower and lower on his body, he didn’t know how much he could take. As Geto effortlessly undid his belt, and lowered his pants, leaving only his boxers, Gojo grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled him up. Geto looked questioningly at him.

“I want you to mark me.” Gojo breathed.

Geto cocked an eyebrow before trailing his tongue upwards, over his abs, and to his pecs. As Geto bit down again, Gojo groaned, he fist clenching around Geto’s hair. Gojo watched as marks formed on his body, some bleeding, others just barely bruising. He used his hands to guide Geto’s head closer to his own, before Geto’s lips came crashing down, and Gojo used his tongue to probe Geto’s mouth. Tasting his own blood drove him mad, and he needed more, so much more.

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

ughhuhhhh but listen… something about the thought of toji watching you touch yourself; maybe it’s not your first time together, but it’s also not like you’re /dating/ (date? him? you? you’d laugh. you don’t know it, but he’d grin) maybe you’ve already done the rough and ready Toji Tested, Reader Approved hard fuck, and you weren’t sure there could be something more embarrassing than asking a man you hardly knew to please not stop, to fuck you harder—!! (the memory alone makes you full-body flush) but now you’ve got your legs spread, pussy bare, up on the bed, and you almost want to die with shame as you stroke yourself so he can watch, leering, leaned back in a chair, long legs kicked up, fully clothed

FVDNDFJN . . . god, him just being totally relaxed while you're all nervous and warm and awkward. occasionally he'll drop a few low words of almost praise, or an order; "that's it, darlin'," or maybe "c'mere, a little bit closer for me", or "spread your legs wider, angel, i know y'can do it--' and every time you're so eager to please him--

and of course, after you're done and panting and have your fingers all soaked with yourself, he stands up and you can see the stiffness tenting at the front of his crotch as he gives you a lazy, slow smile and drawls; "now that you've gotten yourself all ready, y'gonna be good for me while i fuck you?"

[shintin]

Forget Me Not: Chapter 29 (Fifty shades of Blue)

↳ Gojo Satoru x Female Reader

Description: Imagine that from the moment you opened your eyes into this world, you had no choice but to kill and shed the blood of others, that you had to fight alongside Toji Fushiguru and die with him.

What would you do when they force you to do something you don’t like? When the torment of conscience presses on your throat, will you give up? Now think about a day that life gives you another chance; how would you use it?

This is the story of a murderer who seeks salvation. Will she find it in the arms of Satoru Gojo? Or will pain find her sooner than redemption and drive her out of heaven forever?

Genre: heavy angst, sad love story, maybe tragedy, violence, lonely hearts, broken souls, +18.

Tags/Warnings: NSFW contents (pure smut).

Author Note: Sorry for the late update, I had surgery.

Song Recommendation: Lea Michele - Run to You

Chapter index -> Next chapter

Year: 2019

At Satoru's place

The delightful smell filled your nose. You opened your eyes slowly and creased your eyes in front of the light. Ouch! You were quick to block the sunlight with your hand to give your eyes enough time to adjust.

Where were you? Right. The bedroom of his house, with smooth sheets underneath you, sliding on your almost naked body.

All of a sudden, in the silence of the room, your stomach began to growl. You giggled and put your hand on your tummy. You were aware of the source of the scent, smiling when you got up. Were you feeling tired again? Fuck it.

You took the baby blue shirt he wore last night and put it on, leaving a couple of buttons loose. You brushed your hair back and tiptoed to the kitchen—the current heaven.

You crossed the corridor from the kitchen to Satoru's bedroom, and there he was. He was wearing his black slacks, and hang on a minute! Were your eyes joking with you, or was that one of the hottest scenes you have ever seen? Because he was wearing an apron on his bare upper torso, and while he was standing in front of the stove, he was, very seriously, struggling with the pot and the eggs. If he could cook, how come you always ordered food from the outside? Sneaky mother fucker, hiding his talents. You wanted to curse him even more, but you were a woman, and your eyes preferred to enjoy the view than listen to your brain's bullshits.

Oh, God! Did the smell of the omelet seduce you, or did the sight of this man move your feet?

"Enjoying the view?" He turned his face, and his lips fired in a smile when he laid eyes on you, eating him alive with your hungry eyes. "My clothes look better on you than me!"

You laughed softly and approached him to wrap your arms around him, leaning your cold cheeks upon his bare but warm back.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty," he hummed as he began to stir the eggs with the tomatoes with a wooden spoon.

You turned your face, and now your lips were caressing Satoru's back, and it wasn't long before he felt your little kisses on his back. If someone asked him what times he missed you the most, this particular time would be one of his answers. No doubt.

Satoru lowered the heat and turned himself between your arms to face you. He looked down at you softly, his fingers brushing your chin to bring your face closer. He leaned his lips on yours, gently kissing you, memorizing your morning flavor. He kept kissing you as you withdrew, trying to move some of his hair from his face. Oh, Lord! It wasn't fair that he was this mesmerizing.

In the meantime, Satoru cursed himself. Fuck! That touch of yours had been always so soothing. His hand stroked your arm, and his lips sat on your palm, kissing it while guiding your hand on his cheek. "Sleep well?"

"I suppose," your voice was still sleepy as your fingers traced his nose down towards the corner of his mouth. "You gave me a slumber kick last night, Satoru!"

"Me? What are you accusing me of? I have no idea what you are talking about!" He said with wide eyes, but he wasn't a good actor. His sinister grin betrayed him.

He got back to his duty—making breakfast. "You overate last night; maybe you had a nightmare?" He stuck out his tongue and earned a few gentle hits from you.

"Ah! For crying out loud! Don't say anything about last night. You made me not only go out with you but also take me to this fancy restaurant!" Your hands crawled beneath the apron. Yes, the abs, yes. Let's worship every six of them. Separately.

"You're weird, Y/N. Are you aware that many women like someone to take them on a surprise date and hold their hands in public?" He flipped the ingredients in the pan with a fast move. "Give me the salt shaker from the counter."

Still shocked by his performance, you reluctantly removed your hands from Satoru's waist and walked over to the counter to follow the chef's instructions. "I know. But I like it better when we hang out like this." You turned your head to face a pouted 6'3" white-haired man before you.

You knew that Satoru enjoyed sharing all the nice things with you in your heart. So maybe this time, you had to take it a little easier. After all, he was also part of that relationship, and his wishes also needed to be considered.

You sighed. This man indeed found your weakness. He knew there was no way you could resist him. "Okay! Please don't give me puppy eyes! We will keep dates half the time according to your request, and other times I will decide how to spend time together. Deal?" You put the salt shaker in front of him. A big smile appeared on his face, and he happily took the salt shaker from you. "Deal!" And thus, the contract was concluded.

But wait! Have I been quite fair? Did I have to negotiate more?' You thought and stood there with your hands on your hips. "I would like to make an exception! Whenever I have my period, I will have all the authority!" You smiled like you were the most genius person who had ever walked on earth. But you had no idea what a storm was brewing in your boyfriend's mind.

'Is this a test of piety? Is God cross-examining to see if the strongest can stop releasing of Oxytocin and Vasopressin in his brain and control his libido?' He assumed. But to be honest, that was a test that Satoru was willing to lose. After all, losing it only meant winning your moans beneath him. Satoru put the salt on the cabinet and turned to you. "You know," his tone was oddly malicious. It only signaled that he was not up to good things.

He made a few steps toward you, and you made a few steps back at the same time until your back hit the fridge. Ops! There was no place to run anymore. You got caught by the devil.

Satoru clung to you and placed his hands on the fridge on either side of your head. He bent over, and his lips touched your earlobe. The heat crept from your cheeks to between your thighs within seconds. Was it hot, or were you burning?

His breath hit your neck, "if your period bothers you, I can help you cut it like a gentleman."

Your hands hopelessly touched the cold fridge door, forcing yourself to swallow. The satisfaction was evident in the mongrel's face. He was more than pleased to have such an effect upon you.

You tried to push him away, but the snide smile on his lips reminded you that you were a little deer that this hungry wolf would have no mercy on.

His gaze slipped from your frustrated face to your unbuttoned collar and your poor shelter-less tits, which rose and fell slowly at every deep breath your dizzy brain needed to survive.

You raised your head and looked into his incisive eyes, "Satoru?" His eyes were fixed on your buttons. It was like he was going through a complicated equation of whether to fuck you now or postpone your sacrifice ceremony after breakfast. Did he even hear your voice?

His fingers started fiddling with the buttons, and he got closer and closer to you. He slowly raised his leg, and his knee gently touched the hot, wet hell hidden between your thighs. Oh, Jesus, rest in peace because Satoru would lead you to heaven.

A small whimper slipped out of your lips and only made him more eager. His big hands cupped one of your breasts while he tried his best to leave behind his traces on your throat.

"Satoru," you were short of breath.

"Hmm?" The man didn't have time to use words.

"Something… Ahhh… something is… burning!"

He couldn't care less. Even if the world went up in flames, he didn't care. You tried to sit over the driver's seat of your brain again. "Satoru! The omelet!"

"Fuck!" Even though he didn't want to, he separated his body from you, and quickly ran to the stove to turn it off. If only, if only he had done it before, now your moans would have filled the kitchen instead of the smell of this last-minute saved omelet. But Satoru Gojo was not the one to fall short so easily. He always had a few hidden schemes up his sleeve.

The author saw fit to mention a subject here. The prey who is lucky enough to escape the hunter's claws always make mistakes again in the early moments of their freedom and get stuck again. It is the law of nature.

You made a mistake as well—a dumb mistake. You, whom the pleasure of eating breakfast had blinded, went to the other side of the kitchen and got up on your toes to grab the plates from the upper cabinet. Without realizing anything, you got your wolf's attention back. Girl, you seemed like a prey who deliberately wanted to be hunted. Why? My dear, because when you raised your arms, his evil shirt had found a way to go up, and in addition to your thighs, show off your nude-colored lace underwear too.

What a beautiful sight for his sore eyes!

With each movement of your body, the shirt brushed your thighs more and more, forcing Satoru to bite his lower lip more and more so that he would not bend you on the table prematurely.

After what seemed infinite, you finally grabbed the plates, and your fabric went back to its standard height. In fact, it can be said that the earth started to spin again, and the trapped breath in his chest was released.

Unaware of the scenarios in your boyfriend's mind, you placed the plates on the table and looked at him, who was cursing under his breath. "Fucking pan, damn plates, stupid omelet!"

Satoru carelessly placed the pan on the table and then turned to you. Time to go to plan B. He reached out in his pocket and drew a little black box with a red ribbon. You looked at it with surprise and then searched his face for a sign. "What is this?"

"It's a gift. Can't a man buy a little something for his girlfriend?" He handed the box to you, and you lowered your head to check it out. That's why you missed the fiendish glint of his blue eyes. He gently tucked your hair behind your ear and took a step toward you. After all, he didn't want to miss the shock in your eyes.

You looked at him and were hypnotized as if you were watching a rare and dangerous predator, waiting for him to strike. His breathing was harsh, his eyes filled with need and sheer lust. 'What is going on?' You thought, but you were too innocent to see into his vicious mind.

"Open the gift, Y/N. Why are you waiting?" You could swear that if the birds weren't chirping, you could easily hear the sound of his heartbeat. Your fingers slowly loosened the red ribbon and a naughty smile spread over his face.

You reached out your hand, and in your palm, there were 2 round, shiny, golden balls connected by a thick gold thread. You looked up at him questioningly. "What are these?"

Oh! You had no idea. Were you, like, Mother Teresa's reincarnation? It was Satoru's playground, after all. You weren't familiar with the games.

"Ben Wa balls," he said casually, but when the features of your face remained unchanged, he added, "I'm going to put these inside you, Y/N, and then I will fuck you. Hard, in every nook and cranny of this house. Agreed?" He paused, assessing your wide-eyed reaction.

You gasped, and all the muscles deep in your belly clenched.

He took the balls from you, and the box fell from your icy hands down.

You were incapable of speech.

He raised his other hand and started pulling his thumb through the corners of your lips, on them, then slowly pushed his finger into your mouth. The end of his thumb brushed your tongue. "Such a good girl, now open your mouth for me." His four other fingers were stroking your chin. You couldn't even bite his thumb or say you wouldn't.

Your eyes stared into his, and your mouth opened slowly. How long had your body been under his control?

He was in no rush. He took his time and slowly shoved the balls into your mouth. "Suck them," he commanded, his voice still soft.

The balls were cold, smooth, surprisingly heavy, and had a metallic taste. Your dry mouth filled with saliva as your tongue explored unfamiliar objects. Satoru's look never left yours. Holy hell. It was turning you on, and you were about to start squirming.

"Stop! So hungry, Han?" He tugged them from your mouth, moved toward the table, and seated himself on the chair. "Come here."

Your body obeyed and stood before him, "turn around, bend on the table and grasp your ankles." You blinked at him, and your eyes widened when he popped the balls in his mouth and pressed your back to bend. Your cheek touched the cold marble surface of the table. You felt the shirt slide through your back, exposing your behind.

In a way, you were glad you kept your underwear, but you also suspected you wouldn't for long.

He placed his hand on your backside and caressed it gently while his other hand held the soaked and lubricated balls safe. His hand moved to your panties, and you closed your eyes tightly. "Wet already?" He rubbed his hand over the wet spot and gently moved your panties to the side, running his fingers up and down on your sex. Without hesitation, he slipped one finger into you and circled it slowly, just to hear your stifled moans.

His breathing halted, and you heard him gasping as he repeated the motion. He withdrew his finger and slowly inserted the balls. One by one. Oh, My. You squeezed your eyes shut.

They were no longer cold, warmed up by your collective mouths. It was a strange feeling. Once they were in you, you couldn't really sense them, but again, you knew they were there.

He hissed and straightened your panties, leaning forward to leave soft pecks on your waist. "Can you stand, Y/N?" He asked, and you got on your feet shaking. Huh! Now you could feel them. He turned you around in his embrace while you were doing your best to regain your balance.

"Is everything alright?" His tone was kind. He would never do anything to hurt you. Not even a bit.

"Yeah, but they feel strange," the balls drawn down, and you inadvertently clenched around them.

"Good," there was a trace of a mischievous smile in his blue eyes. "By the way, I forgot the salt shaker on the stove again, can you get it back here, please?" His tone was unbelievably innocent. What was he up to?

You looked at the man's face with surprise. 'Just this? Why did I expect more than this? Did Satoru just wanted to play billiards with my vagina?' However, you did not object and proceeded to the stove.

Gotcha! So that was the trick! As you started to walk, it became apparent why he wanted you to walk around. Because when you did, the balls weighed down inside you, massaging your internal walls. It was a weird, but pleasant feeling.

Your breathing accelerated as you sought the salt shaker on the stove and you gasped for air. Those fucking balls made you needy, needy for that jackass's thick cock.

The said prick watched you with joy as you returned with the salt and put it on the table. You wanted to wipe that smug grin off his face and give him a piece of your mind, but before you could do anything, his strong hand flattened against your abdomen, pulling you to his knees quickly. He rested his head on your shoulder while his lips brushed your skin and began drawing his masterpiece with his tongue on your collarbones. You gave in. Of course. After all, you had never been God's strong and faithful servant. You didn't stand a chance against him when he wanted nothing more than to submerge you in him.

Your palms cupped his cheeks, making him slowly close his eyes and lean his face into your touch. It was his most vulnerable, but dominant state, and nobody had seen him that way except you.

You lifted your other hand, running your fingers through his hair. You adored his hair. Always. Even now that you were far far away.

His tender groaning was barely audible. You pulled his hair gently, dragging his mouth onto yours. Damn! You kissed him and forced your tongue between his lips and into his mouth. You were out of your mind.

He hummed, and his arms hugged you, pulling you to him. His hands seized your hair in his fist, and he kissed you back. Possessively with more passion. His tongue and yours twisted and turned together, consuming one another.

Meanwhile, the balls had been forced forward inside you as your lower body ground on his clothed thighs. Only then did Satoru notice the strangeness of the position. His legs were between yours, and he sensed your underwear on his thigh. And the realization was enough for his underpants to be tightened. "Y/N?" He was huffing and puffing. You didn't need to look down to see the bump, but he was the one who started the game, right?

He felt that you shifted the weight of your body on his thigh, and the feeling of your dressed pussy rubbing on him turned his breaths to tremble. "You're wearing your panties," he inhaled deeply.

"So what? Would you like me to get rid of them?" You teased him and gave him a taste of his own medicine.

"Y/N," he cried, his head turning more and more vertiginous as he envisioned you on his bare thigh without underwear. His hands went to the buttons of your shirt, his fingers undoing those that remained without even looking at them. He paused, and a small sigh left his lips when he started to your bare chest. Such a perfect day not to wear a bra.

But your phone rang before Satoru could get his lips on your stiff nipples. You didn't want to pay attention to the ring, but the person seemed to have no intention of hanging up. It was like the gods weren't overly fond of Satoru today. "Who is the hell is this cock blocker?" He couldn't have been more annoyed.

While you were still sitting on Satoru's lap, you extended your hand and took your phone from the table, and looked at the caller's ID on the screen. "It's Kento," your finger went to the green circle to accept the call.

Satoru frowned, "you want to answer it right now?" He looked upon you with disbelief. "We were in the midst of something, you know."

"What if he has something important to do with me? What if it's about Yuji? Or others?" You accepted the call. "Hi, Kento."

What he learned well during your relationship was that of all the people you met, Nanami was your best friend. Sure, you were close with Shoko as well, but Nanami had a different place in your life. Even when your boyfriend could not be, he was always there for you. He guessed that you probably knew far more about Nanami than he did, who had known him for 12 years.

How could you win hearts in such a short time? You were like a firefly that he feared others would see your light too. After all, love was a powerful rival to Satoru Gojo, who was even capable of blinding six eyes. Love didn't let him see that you were just glowing for him, for no one else. But trust did. He trusted you with his life. You were all he wanted that he didn't think he could find. Someone who was worth the wait of all those years. You were his hope, his now, and his future. You were his home. A home he never had, and now he had no intention of leaving.

Holding the phone to your ear, you wanted to rise from his lap to continue your conversation somewhere else, but Satoru was quick to catch you by your sides in time and get you back on his thigh. Suddenly sitting and hitting the strong muscles in his leg caused the balls inside you to hit each other and your inner walls. You could swear your soul left your body for an instant.

"Hello?" The voice on the other end of the call addressed.

"Kento," you managed to say, "oh, good morning."

"Were you sleeping?" Nanami asked.

"No, I am well awakened... ah!" You jumped out of the blue because Satoru held his hand between your legs, pressing his fingers on your clit.

If you chose to talk to another man while you were in his arms, you would have to live with the consequences.

"Are you okay?" Nanami seemed worried.

"Yeah, I am," you took a deep breath and felt Satoru's tight grip around your waist to prevent you from leaving. "What made you call?" Now you could feel his lips against your neck, leaving trails of wet kisses along your jaw. Was he trying to leave hickeys? Was he marking his territory?

"I'm coming to school this evening. I wanted to ask you to take your lazy ass to school, because we have to write the reports for the missions we went on together, or Yaga will become my pain in the ass!" Nanami never cursed, and when he did, that meant he was pretty angry.

But you couldn't care about your friend's hardships because now your so-called boyfriend was holding your hips while his other hand was rubbing your thighs, playing with the trap of your panties. "All right, sure, Kento," you punched Satoru's shoulder, but it didn't stop him. The son of a bitch was enjoying himself like never before.

"By the way, can you tell Satoru that he has students looking for him? His phone is off and Yuji has called me like 10 times. Apparently he had a class at 12 o'clock with them and he is late as always."

You gazed at the lustful eyes of the irresponsible Sensei with your round ones, "what time is it now?"

"it's 12:10."

Okay, tell them their Sensei will be there in 20 minutes if they call again. See you in school, Kento," and you hang up quickly.

"20 minutes, Han? You want a quickie?" He was grinning again.

"No, Satoru! 5 minutes for you to take these things out of me, 10 minutes for a shower, 5 minutes for me to eat that burnt omelet, because I'm starving!" You broke free of his embrace.

"Nope, no way! They are my gift to you and they shall stay wherever they belong. Giving back a gift is so rude, are you rude?" He rose from the chair, "by the way, you'll be assisting me in my classes today." He winked and went to the bedroom.

"Are these balls supposed to be in me when I'm in class?" You asked with a loud, shaking voice, and in response, you received only the evil smile of Satoru Gojo.

At Jujutsu High

Your back hit the tatami mattress on the floor for the third time, and out of embarrassment, you choked your moan down your throat, and instead, tears sprang into the corners of your eyes.

But by your luck, no one seemed to notice your situation except a specific mother fucker. Yes, the one who took two hours of every opportunity in the combat training class under the guise of teaching the students to tease the shit out of you with those fucking balls inside you. Oh, God! You were so furious.

Yuji ran toward you and looked at you with uneasiness. Nobara and Megumi were standing behind him. "Y/N? Are you all right? You don't seem to be on the form today."

"Yeah, why didn't you kick him when you could?" Nobara was staring at you with her arms folded. She never seemed to be able to come to terms with you and Satoru being together. You were her favorite person, and she didn't want to share you with her Sensei.

Megumi turned his gaze from you to Gojo. He didn't think you were one of those people who wouldn't hit their boyfriend just for being in a relationship. 'What is wrong with her today?' Megumi thought to himself. It seemed like there was some mystery that the poor kid couldn't solve.

You checked 3 students. Was it right to explain to them in full detail that there was a gift inside your vagina that was willing to fuck you up whenever you wanted to make a move? The answer was NO. Never ruin a teenager's life with the dark fantasies of adulthood.

"I'm sure she's fine, kids. I can even say with certainty that she enjoyed today's class more than any other day. Am I wrong, Y/N?" Satoru stood over your head with his hands in his pockets. He was wearing grey trousers with a gray sweater and a smug smile.

You looked at his face, and all that came to your mind was how much you wanted to pin him to the wall, put your hand in his pants and squeeze his balls to see if he would be able to keep grinning until the end or not. Maybe later you could get rid of that stupid sweater too. Yeah. Then you…

"Y/N?" Suddenly a hand touched your forehead and scattered your thoughts. "Do you have a fever?" You came to your senses and saw a set of blue eyes staring at you. Your cheeks turned red as if he could read your mind. You rapidly turned your face to avoid exposure.

Those balls seemed to possess your brain as well. "I'm fine, but I think it's better for me to take a break."

"Okay, kids, Y/N sounds frustrated. Go practice to one another." He grabbed your hand after the students walked away and picked you up in a fast motion. Your chest hit his rigid body, and why on earth did you want to feel his hands on your boobs.

"You crying?" He mocked you, then reached out and pulled your hair over your face in the back of your ears.

"You're an obnoxious asshole, Satoru!" You took a step back. Each contact with him would have you electrocuted.

"Yeah, I'm your obnoxious asshole," he smiled and took a step towards you. Thank goodness the students were busy practicing.

"Shut up!" You rolled your eyes.

But he grabbed your jaw to make you look at him, "make me!"

And as if the gates of mercy were opening for you, suddenly your brain began to function again, and a thought occurred to you. Payback was the best cure. "What time is it, Satoru?" You were quite calm. You tried your best to hide the evil intent in your words.

"It's around 14.30 I think. How come?" He stared at your innocent face.

You banged your head with your palm. "Oh my God, Kento is going to kill me! I'm late! Shit! I had put the first drafts of reports in your office, let's go and pick them, otherwise I have to tolerate his nagging all afternoon and evening! I hate Kento's sulky face."

Awww, poor Satoru hadn't heard that you were going to see Nanami in the evening, not in the afternoon, and indeed he trusted you much that he could not even think that you would take the benefits of his lack of knowledge.

You didn't want to cheat, but you couldn't win this game by his rules. He was a better player. You knew it. You rushed to pick up your stuff, but you just wanted to hide your smile in reality.

"Are you going to spend the whole afternoon and evening with Nanamin, Y/N?" The jackpot was hit.

You concealed your smile and got up after packing. "Yeah, why?" Your hair was messy, and he could clearly see the drops of sweat on your clavicles. You looked so hot. That's why he couldn't bear the idea of you spending all that time with Nanami while those balls inside you and you were horny as hell. He had to do something. Maybe he should get those balls out of you. He checked your face. You seemed overly quiet and innocent. 'Is this one of her plans? It is possible! In this case, I won't remove the balls, but I will sit next to them all the time. Yes. This way, I can annoy Nanamin too!' He was proud of himself for his brilliant solution.

"I've missed Nanamin too. Can I join you two? I promise I won't distract you, and I'll be very helpful~" He was waiting to see the frustration on your face because he had thwarted your sinister plan to get rid of those balls like Sherlock, but to his surprise, you looked even happier now. "That's the best idea, but let's just hurry, okay?" You were glad that the sound of your inner laughter could not be heard from outside.

You both walked into the building where Gojo's office was located, without exchanging words, and stood in front of his office. You could become a monk thanks to your great patience.

He opened his office door and went inside. You went after him. "So where are your drafts, Y/N?"

He turned his head to look at you when he saw you close the door behind you and lock it. His gaze moved from your face to the key, and the cogs in his mind began to work in a split second. "You sneaky…" He couldn't finish his sentence because his back hit the wall, and your lips smashed on his, claiming his mouth wholly.

You kissed him first and made him experience an out-of-body moment like he couldn't believe he actually had stepped into your trap. He should have known better that you wouldn't play his game by his terms. You wouldn't let him tease you the whole day. You would get your share out of him as soon as you could. But he had to shut up and surrender. It was a win-win situation.

You bit on his lower lip, garnering an opening for yourself to slide your tongue in, unleashing your desire, damning his sweet taste. And it didn't take him long to kiss you as fiercely as possible. You moved your hands to his neck, sliding them up in his hair, while his hands tightened around your rear, bringing you closer.

You felt all the emotions he was experiencing: pure hunger, happiness, shock, vulnerability, and love.

He could taste your need and longing against his tongue, and when he sucked on your tongue, he felt a strangled noise jammed into your throat, like you were trying to suppress an acute sound.

He broke the kiss, whispering in your ear, "why are you silent, Y/N? Cry my name out!" He was horny. Obvious.

"People outside can hear us!"

He cupped your face in his hands and looked into your eyes, "isn't that the point?" He held you closer, and you trembled against his body. Sweat was building up on your skin.

"Kiss me," you were about to beg with shallow pants, lips reddened from the previous session when he kissed you. But it was far more; his kiss radiated down your spine as he stole your last breath. A chill rushed through your core, and the goosebumps that followed were inevitable.

As your tongues clenched and slid against each other, your heart pounded with desire, and its steady drumbeat silently made its way between your thighs. You were indeed kissed. Kissed by a lover. A lover who knew how to kiss your soul.

You grabbed his sweatshirt and shoved him in the chair beside you. His back hit the chair behind the desk, and his eyes widened as he saw you approaching and sitting on his lap.

Immediately you rolled your hands around the back of his neck, meeting his lips again in a more heightened kiss. You sat straighter, so he had no choice but to tilt his head back to reach the height you added. He pulled your lower back, pushing you into himself. He needed you as much as you needed him.

He lowered his hands over your body to bring them back to your face and kiss you again. His teeth caught your chin for just a second, and you clung to him, moving your fingers through his hair.

He tasted so sweet. So hot and sweet, and you kept trying to say his name, but you couldn't even find time to breathe, let alone speak a single word.

You undid his sweatshirt, your hands shaking and fumbling with the zipper. You didn't even get a chance to push the fabric out of his body before he pulled you closer, slipping your inner thighs over his. Oh, God! No words have been coined to describe the feeling of those balls crashing into your walls. A moan broke out of your mouth, and you felt how his dick became harder underneath you. Perfect.

You kissed him from his lips down to his neck to his shoulders. He felt your saliva like dewdrops on a spring day on his skin. A warm sensation ran through him when you whispered the next thing you were going to do with him—something he desired.

You grabbed his wrists and lifted his arms above his head while pressing your clothed breasts on his bare chest. His lips were set in a sly grin.

"Satoru," you muttered, finally capable of speaking. He looked up, white lashes rising to reveal more beauty than you had ever seen in the same moment—his ocean eyes.

You took his face in your hands and kissed him. So slowly. His eyes fell closed. His mouth responded to yours. His hands expanded to bring you closer, but you stopped him. "No," you whispered. "Don't move."

He dropped his hands.

"Lie back," he obeyed, and you started to kiss him everywhere. His cheeks, his eyelids, the tip of his nose, and the space between his eyebrows. All across his forehead and along his jawline. Every inch of his face.

Your small, soft kisses said more than you ever could. You wanted him to know how he had made you feel. You needed to show him the depth of emotions behind your movements in a way only he could comprehend. You never asked for anything, but he gave you everything. His love. His time. His attention. His body. His being.

You sat kneeling on the floor. Your mouth crawled down to his neck, and he gasped. You inhaled the scent of his skin, took in his taste, and ran down your hands to his chest, kissing your way across and down the line of his torso.

He kept trying to touch you, and you had to tell him to stop. "Y/N," he murmured, "I want to feel you," but you cut him off. "Not yet. Not now."

Your hands moved to his pants, and his eyes flew open. "Close your eyes," you told him.

"No!" He could barely talk.

"Close your eyes, Satoru," your voice still soft.

He shook his head.

"Fine." You grinned while your fingers were playing with his grey trousers waistband.

"Y/N?" He breathed. "What… what are you…"

You were pulling off his pants. He sat up.

"Lie back, Satoru, please." You used your hand to press his chest.

He stared at you, eyes wide open. He never thought you would do it. So you really meant it when you whispered in his ear. He surrendered and ended up falling back.

You tugged his trousers off all the way, tossing them to the floor.

He was in his underwear.

You traced the seam on the soft cotton, following the lines on the overlapping pieces of his boxer briefs as they had intersected in the middle. He was breathing so fast you could hear him and see his chest moving. His eyes squeezed shut. His head tilted back. His lips parted.

You touched him again, so lightly.

He stifled a moan, biting his bottom lip. His whole body was trembling, his hands clutching at the seat handles. You slid your hands down his legs, gripping them just above his knees and inching them apart to make room for kisses. You trailed up the insides of his thighs, licking his skin, skimming his scent.

He looked like he was in pain. So much pain.

You found the elastic waist of his underwear and tugged it down.

Slowly.

Slowly.

Slowly.

Holy Moly! Hell was empty, and all devils were there.

You kissed your way across his hardness.

Satoru looked down at your bent head and almost came at the sight of you on your knees in front of him. Every fiber of his being demanded you take him in your mouth, but he wanted you to call the shots. Allowing you to control the pace of intimacy pushed him beyond anything he had felt before. The thrill was knowing he was at your mercy. You cupped his balls with one hand, squeezing, caressing them, your nails scraping against his sensitive skin. They drew tighter, and a drip of pre-cum wetted the head of his dick. While you continued to rub his balls, you rolled the fingers of your other hand around the base of his cock. You slid your hand up the length and backed down.

Blood drained from his head and rushed straight to his dick. His head span as he watched you licking the little cum off the tip with your tongue. Closing your eyes, you licked your lips. "You taste sugary."

Jesus! You twirled your tongue around the top of his shaft, then took the crown of his cock into your mouth. Just enough to tease. Not enough to satisfy. You circled the tip with your tongue again, and when he was sure he was ready to scream, you accepted the whole length of him in your warm mouth. You looked up, caught his gaze, and slowly began sucking on him. You kept one hand on his balls, moving your fingers over them as you worked his cock in earnest. Each time you drew to the top of his dick, you passed your tongue over the head.

He threaded his fingers through your hair and molded his hands into your head just to push it further down. You closed your eyes, humming as you increased the speed of your ministrations. The vibration reached down to his toes. He gritted his teeth, trying to keep himself from losing all control. "Keep your eyes on me, babe."

Satoru's muscles tensed as you pushed him deeper, playing with his balls, sucking and slurping his cock. When he thought he would never find relief, when he was sure there was no way of any better than he did at that moment, he exploded.

And what did you do? You kept sucking as he came. You licked up one side and down the other as he swayed his hips, fucking your mouth, knowing nothing had ever felt as good as that.

A few minutes later, Satoru seized your chin and raised your head.

You met him face to face and saw the intensity in his eyes. You felt a flutter in your chest. You wanted him to take you. To use you for his pleasure. You wanted him to hold you down and fuck you as rough as possible. To snatch the moans out of your throat. You needed to feel his animal desire. You looked into his eyes again and felt like you were getting wet.

He pulled your head towards him, and his lips slammed into yours. His tongue seeped right into your mouth. Now he could feel his own taste in your mouth. From the author's perspective, nothing was hotter than a man who wasn't afraid to taste himself.

You sat on his lap again. He wrapped your legs around his hips, his thumbs two parentheses around your mouth. He deepened the kiss.

It was a heavy, unbelievable kiss. The kind of kiss inspired stars to climb into the sky and lit up the world—the kind that took forever and no time at all.

"Thank you for being my friend and lover, Satoru." It was supposed to sound romantic. At least in your naive mind, it was. But for fuck's sake, did you just friend-zoned him in the middle of making out?

His hands held your cheeks when he withdrew to look into your eyes with disbelief. "I'm your friend?" He glided his hands over your shoulders.

You had no clue. Yet. "Yeah, you're my best friend," you told him, keeping your gaze in his eyes.

"But Kento is your best friend."

You realized the mistake you had made, and you tried so hard not to laugh at the jealousy in his voice. "Yes. That makes you my favorite friend."

Satoru leaned in; his hand grabbed your waist and squeezed your sides tightly. "Good," he whispered, kissing your neck while exhaling harshly. "Now I want to show you," he hoisted you up into his arms, and he stood up with you in his embrace. He placed you on the edge of his desk, "how much I value your friendship."

You bit back a shiver and saw how suddenly, with a rapid movement, he cleaned all the reports and papers off his desk, and they scattered on the floor.

He returned his piercing eyes to you. "But I would like you to reconsider my title," he had one hand under your neck, the other under your shirt. "Because my friendship," his hot breath hit your earlobe, "comes with so many benefits than Kento could even offer," his teeth nibbled your ear, and you couldn't breathe. Just couldn't.

He ran his fingers up your back, and suddenly his thigh was between your legs. His hand slipped behind your knee and upwards.

You were breathing so fast, your head spinning as you tried to hold on to him.

"Up," he said, his voice firm, "lift your arms up."

You did.

He tugged up your shirt, pulled it over your head, and tossed it somewhere on the floor.

"I want these down," he unbuttoned your pants. "Lift your hips for me, my friend!" He smirked and hooked his fingers around the waist of your pants, pulling them down.

You gasped. You were sitting on his desk wearing nothing but your bra and panties.

His hands were moving up your legs and the inner sides of your thighs while his lips were making their way down your chest, undoing what little was left of your composure and every bit of your sanity. You let out moans of delight as he marked you as his and who knows, maybe that was the reason behind him going crazy.

He ripped off your bra and panties, leaving your naked body to feel the cold air.

"Hey you can't rip..." He cut you, "I'll buy you more and I'll rip them off, too." He was drowning in lust, and you were going down with him.

Once your breasts popped out of the bra, he grabbed both and began fondling them harshly. Moans filled the quiet room as he continued to taste you. His lips were attached to your hard nipples, and he was busy biting and sucking them off.

"Ahhh… Satoru! Umh… D-don't stop…please more…" With all the sucking, you felt his hard cock pressing against your thigh.

He let go of your nipples and slid his hand down between your legs. "I still haven't done anything and you're already wet for me?" His fingers were running up and down your clit. "So needy, aren't you?"

He reached down, sliding his fingers against your slit. He raised his hand and sucked off his index finger.

You had never seen anything so basic, so primal yet wild in your life. The primitive action sent a few alarms ringing, but there was nothing you could do. Even if you wanted to deny the possessiveness you saw in his eyes; you couldn't.

He spanked your soaked cunt, making a splashing sound. Then he took the tiny threads attached to the golden balls and jerked them out of you suddenly. You almost climaxed. Were you alive?

Your head was pressed back, and your hands were gripping his shoulders. You were trying not to scream, and he was already moving down your body. He was already chosen where to kiss, how to kiss.

Satoru threw the balls on the couch, sat down between your legs, and pressed a kiss on the soft skin of your inner thigh. You didn't say anything, just watched him as he kissed his way to his final destination.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Your musky odor filled his nostrils, and the heat burned a path toward his balls.

God! There was something sweet about you, something that always crawled into Satoru's heart when he looked at you. Touching you, feeling you, making you come… They were all beyond any feeling of joy he had ever experienced.

He looked up and caught your gaze. Without breaking eye contact, he leaned forward and licked your outer lips. The juice flowed off your sex. Sweet as honey and hot as sin.

The taste of you was enough to satisfy his sweet tooth desires.

Next, he slipped his tongue inside, and you couldn't watch anymore. You closed your eyes and moaned his name. He was sure he would never get your taste or the sounds you made out of his head.

Over and over, he shoved his tongue in, licking, slurping your cream. Satoru stopped for a second and then took your swollen clit into his mouth as he slid two fingers into you.

Juice wet his fingers as your inner muscles clamped tight around them. He went on teasing your clit while he added another finger. Your moans grew louder, and your muscles constricted around his fingers.

Satoru knew you were close, striving to reach the top. And you came while your body was a shaking mess. He lifted his head. Your eyes were teary, baby hairs were stuck in your sweaty forehead, your mouth was open in a silent moan, and he could swear that he had never seen anything as beautiful as you in his life.

He moved up on your body, licking each nipple on his way. He captured your mouth in a searing kiss, and without giving any hint, he thrust his cock in you to the hilt with a fast, hard push. You were on the verge of sobbing. Your muscles were still quivering with your climax, pulling him even deeper.

So completely lost in you, the taste of you still on his mouth, he plunged once, twice, and on the third thrust, you screamed his name. He pulled out and grabbed your arms. He yanked you to your feet and lifted you in his arms.

"Satoru!" Your tired voice was tinged with embarrassment. He liked the way you felt as he carried you. He could carry you around forever.

He dumped you on the couch. You laid on the couch, naked, while your arms wrapped around him. Your skin was smooth, silky, and he explored it with his hands, lips, and tongue. You made soft sounds as he worked, sighs, giggles, a sudden intake of breath. He was in no hurry, and you relaxed into the rhythm of his lovemaking. He gave you time to regain your energy.

"Satoru," he looked at you, but he never stopped what he was doing. He held your gaze as his mouth closed on your nipple. You couldn't take your eyes off him. His eyes were hot with desire, hot for you. It wasn't lust. This wasn't just sex. This was…

You willed to close your eyes and not look, but you couldn't. It was as if he had some kind of hold on you.

He didn't say a word, but he switched from one breast to the other, giving it the same treatment as the first. Another wave of desire passed through you, and just like that, passion took the place of blood in your veins.

You shut your eyes and cried out his name. Again and again and again. Nothing in your life had ever felt so good, so right as his touch.

Now his erection was grinding against yours. Every loving inch of his shaft was throbbing against your sex. You wanted, no let's use a better word, you needed him. He stretched over you. His body, rough from years of hard training, pressed against yours.

You watched him through your lowered eyelashes, and your breath took hold of your lungs. The dim light of sunset accentuated the harsh bone structure of his body. The dark flush on his cheeks and his soft blue eyes spoke of his need for you. Only for you.

You pushed your aching sex against his hardened cock, and you watched the multitude of expressions flickering over his face. But before you had time to sift through all your thoughts, he was on top of you.

He kissed your neck, your throat, your breasts, his tongue gliding over the tip of your nipple, then moving to your lips. You opened for him, and his tongue slipped inside, moving in and out of your mouth as he slid his dick against your pussy. With each stroke, he rubbed the head of his cock against your clit.

As Satoru pursued his assault on your mouth, he first pinched one of your nipples, then the other. The delectable pain increased your arousal. Unable to restrain oneself, you closed your eyes and sobbed his name. "Please, Satoru, fuck me now. I need your cock inside me."

It was like you didn't have him now; you would have to harm him physically. You didn't have to wait long. He guided his cock into your core, and your inner muscles were honored to clasp him tight as he pushed further.

"You're so wet for me," he lifted your legs to his shoulders, tightening your hold on his cock. He slowly pulled out, then slid back into the end. Finally, you could feel every inch of him inside you again. However, that was not enough. You wanted to be fucked hard and fast. But Satoru had put you in a position where he retained control.

Frustration boiled even more as he pulled nearly all the way out and then thrust back into you. You wiggled as much as you could against him. "Harder."

He chuckled and pulled out again. This time his thrust back was tougher but still controlled. As you gazed at him, his lips curled in pure masculine satisfaction and dominance. "I'm going to fuck you in the way you need to be fucked. No quick screw. I want to push you. I want to make sure you can't control yourself. I want you to shout my name when you come." As he spoke, he continued his same lazy rhythm.

The irritation made you rise to the elbows, but Satoru pushed you. His hands remained on your shoulders, pushing you to the couch. "You asked to be fucked, and you'll get exactly that. You're going to take my dick the way I want you to." His demanding voice should have frightened you or at least made you angry. But another wave of juice filled your pussy, wetting his cock away.

"Touch your breasts." Without thinking, you acted immediately on the command. You circled your nipples with your fingers. "Now, pinch them."

You did.

"You like that, don't you?"

You nodded as you pinched them again, sending another burst of electricity through your body. His measured thrusts increased in speed. He pushed you just a bit closer to the pinnacle with every move in you.

"I want to see you come. I want to feel your pussy clenching my dick as you yell my name." His harsh words precipitated you on the verge of a freefall. "That's it, baby. Yeah, that's it."

"Sa-toru!" He thrust harder and faster. The walls drew tighter, and then your thoughts burst into thousands of pieces as your orgasm tore through you.

"Ahh, Y/N." He thrust hard once more. He exploded as he shouted your name. Then, you looked up at him, his eyes closed, a sheer pleasure sweeping over his face. He shuddered twice, then opened his eyes. The warmth in his eyes was what you were waiting for. But there was something more around the edges of it, past the sexual satisfaction. You could feel it, but you couldn't bring yourself to accept it.

Emotions you hadn't felt, hadn't allowed yourself to feel for years, filled you. Tears built up in your eyes as you closed them—the emptiness you had denied dissolved and was replaced by something deeper, scarier. The panic came, and you pushed the feelings deep into your heart and soul. You were thinking about love, having a family, and kids, but you tricked yourself that it was because your body was still warm from Satoru's cum.

Satoru gently released your legs from his shoulders, but you wouldn't, couldn't, open your eyes. You didn't want him to know he had brought you to tears. And truth be told, you didn't want to see his eyes. You couldn't handle the emotions that were welling up in your heart. He settled on top of you. His dick, still pulsing from his release, rested inside of you.

His hands burrowed beneath your ass, a hand cupping each cheek. He sighed, his sound filled with so much sated satisfaction that your heart turned over. You wanted to give him everything you could, all you had and didn't have.

You wrapped your arms around him, knowing deep in your soul you may have really screwed up all your plans and decisions.

You never wanted to bring a cursed child such as yourself into this world, but something in you told you that he would love your child, no matter what.

Were you expecting desperation to take over? Were you going to regret it one day? You knew well that you were stepping on a path that was either full of pain or joy. But my dear, when was life kind with you that you dreamed of happiness?

Satoru had no way of knowing what you were thinking. Every muscle in his body relaxed as he felt your touch. His cock still inside you, he shifted to the side to relieve you from his weight. The warmth filled his chest as you followed him and snuggled closer.

You never had a problem showing affection for him, but it seemed like you were keeping a distance. He knew you were drowning in your thoughts.

He had come inside you without your consent. Were you sad about it? He let out a deep breath. The musky smell of sex was dangling in the air. He waited for the regret of what he had done to fill him, but the only thing that coursed through his veins was bone-deep satisfaction. He was sure that he wanted you and everything you were willing to offer him.

He drew you even closer, one hand still resting on your rounded ass. He pushed back some of your hair using his other one, his fingers threading through your soft strands. Even though you kept your eyes closed, a smile curved your lips. You were feeling alive in his embrace. What could go wrong when you had him by your side?

He kissed your temple. Hot and moist from lovemaking, your skin smelled of passion, and your usual scent—lemon cakes.

He looked around, and a sincere smile settled upon his lips. It was the same couch you waited until morning for Satoru to return from his mission and talk to him. Because you thought that he was still upset after 2 weeks. He remembered that you were shocked to see the bandage over his eyes and thought he had gone blind. Oh, how many sweets you had bought to make it up for him.

Satoru leaned against his elbow and stared at your beautiful face. He was in love with you so that he couldn't push you into anything. "You take a bath. You have a meeting with Kento, I'll buy you an emergency pill." His lips were set in a soft smile. After all, love requires sacrifices and compromises, and he knew it.

"Satoru… I…" You couldn't tell him that you wanted what he wanted. You didn't tell him you wouldn't take that little white round pill. Maybe it would be better not to give him false hopes. Your eyes became tangled with his. He still got that smile on his face. You didn't know that a person could convey so much with just one smile. There was extraordinary pain in him, extraordinary passion. It took your breath away.

"I love you, Y/N," he said, without hesitation, without wasting time.

"I love you too, Satoru, you know that, right?" You knew he was lonely. Lonelier than he let on. Maybe even lonelier than he realized. And you were the only one he had after Suguru Geto, and he didn't want to lose you either.

"I know."

"Then what are you sad about?"

"Do you know what I fear most? It's not dying; it's not heights; it's not curses or higher-ups. It's about losing you. You're everything to me. To be frank, I can't imagine a life without you." As the strongest, he was always feared, but never felt fear. He didn't know that fear was an illness and that leaving it untreated could consume him. But he was a smart man, he would figure it out that the only remedy for his illness was a confrontation. But was the almighty Satoru Gojo strong enough to face his biggest fear?

He hugged you in his arms and leaned his head on your chest. Where all his troubles would disappear, where he could feel the flow of life in your being. He turned his face to the other side and closed his eyes. "Can you make me a promise to stay in my life forever?" He whispered, tightening his grip around you. "I don't want you to leave me. Because I know you've been thinking about it for a while."

Your heart fluttered, but it also made you sick to your stomach. He knew it all, but he had never brought it up with you.

"Satoru…" You ran your fingers through his soft locks of white hair. You never meant to break his already broken heart.

"Please, just right now. Even if you don't mean it. Please just tell me." He was desperate for your agreement, needing it more than anything. You have never heard him beg like that before. It felt really unnatural knowing he wanted you to say it even if you didn't mean it. What he wanted was a lot more deep-rooted than you could imagine.

"I'll never leave you, I promise." You kissed his head, stroking his hair with one hand while intertwining the other with his left hand. You couldn't see his face, but you knew there was probably a smile on his lips.

Satoru brushed his cheeks on your bare stomach, and you felt his chest rising and falling close to your thigh. He closed his eyes as the memories flashed in front of them. The taste of your skin, your mouth, the way you moaned his name. Nothing had felt as good as sinking into your hot sex. When you had tightened around him…

He memorized all the small details about you and left them buried in his memory. "By the way, I'll never be able to sit on this couch again without thinking about sliding into you and hearing you moan my name." His husky voice skated along with your senses.

"You better," you laughed, and its sound skittered across his skin and sank into his heart.

Nowadays, you wish someone had told you that one day would come when not only Satoru Gojo will not sit on this couch, but he won't even want to lay his eyes on that fucking room.

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[lingeriae]

JUJUTSU KAISEN

KAMO CHOSO

3:00pm (fluff, timestamp)

MAKI ZENIN

adorable(suggestive, drabble)

GOJO SATURO

8:00pm (suggestive, timestamp)

11:09pm (fluff, timestamp)

GETO SUGURU

Deep (smut, oneshot)

TOJI FUSHIGURU

Sorry (smut, oneshot)

[or0ch1maru]

♡︎EAT THIS♡︎

Men who are ABSOLUTE munchers. Their hands gripping your hips to pin you in place, keeping you from running. Licking a long strip through your folds before sucking your clit into their mouth. Eating you like a starved man. Only to let out a growl into your cunt when they feel your hands tangle and pull at their hair. Your thighs pressing down around their head as you cum, hearing a chuckle from between your legs as you squirt all over their face. Just for your man to still when he feels you buck and grind against his face, his nose hitting your clit repeatedly before shoving his fingers into you. Eliciting a pretty little moan from your lips.

TOJI, KENPACHI, SIR CROCODILE, KID, GRIMMJOW, Suguru, Satoru, Shunsui, HIDAN, KAKUZU, KISAME, Obito, Pain, ZETSU, Law, Mihawk, BAN

[or0ch1maru]

This is an anal ask 👍

18+, anal, butt plugs, degradation, female reader, squirting, fem receiving oral, mentions of double penetration

•

-you’d been needy all day, in more ways than one. Your lover being away on a short mission, arriving back home by tonight

-the entire time during their absence, you’d been drawing circles over your clit, or your fingers buried deep in your cunt, trying to hit all the spots your partner usually does when he’s buried in your walls

-apart from your pretty little pussy being a dripping, needy and overwhelmed mess. You started to crave yet another hole to be filled

-a cute plug, sitting snug inside your ass, a pink heart shaped gem visible. Poking out from between your plump cheeks

-soft mewls falling from your lips as your boyfriend has you flat on your back, one arm holding your legs back. All spread out and looking pretty for him

-“couldn’t wait for me to come home hm?” “Look at you, such a needy little slut that you need both holes stuffed huh?”

-your boyfriend teasing as his tongue laps at your cunt. Taking turns from sucking your puffy clit into his mouth to licking long strips through your folds, as well as fucking your warm cunt with his tongue. All the while, his free hand fucks your ass with that oh so adorable plug you slipped in earlier

-“f-fu, gonna cum” the words fall from your lips as your legs begin to twitch and tremble. Your hands finding your lovers hair, holding his head steady as you buck your cunt into his face

-letting out a cry as your orgasm washes over you. Your release soaking the sheets below you. Your lover lapping at all the juices coming from your abused cunt

-your brain is already so foggy from the intense orgasm he just ripped from you that you barely register the sound of his belt coming undone

-“you still with me right baby? I know you can come f’ me again, at least once. Need you on my cock..”

-coo’s your boyfriend as he positions you gently on your knees. Your ass up in the air for him, your plug twinkling back at him as the light reflects off the gem

-you know you’re in for a long night

•

[gojosprettyprincess]

MEGUMI FUCKING HIS DAD’S GIRLFRIEND!!

Cheating, Megumi is twenty n reader is a bit older. Not Proofread

⊹ ｡ ﾟ⁖✦

Something about Megumi passionately pounding you into the mattress that you and Toji shared while he’s away for a mission makes me soo horny

Both of his hands are firmly squeezing the back of your thighs—keeping them pressed against your bouncing tits while he’s plummeting his stiff cock deeply into your stimulated, used pussy. His mushroom tip nudging against your g-spot sending waves of ecstasy coursing through your entire body, which is by no means difficult for him to find because ohh, he knows you and your pretty pussy sooo well.

He’s remaining eye contact with you, with a dark twisted grin plastered on his face. Pride swelling in his chest knowing he’s splitting open his dad’s girlfriend’s little pussy in half with his cock while you moan and cream around his shaft.

It’s such an accomplishment to him.

“Fuckk You’re such a pathetic whore, y’know that baby?” He groans grumbly, with a hint of laughter and amusement, watching as your brows furred together cutely, as you pouted. “M-not a whore!” You muttered defeatedly, guilt washing over you as you broke eye contact which made him laugh as it echoed in the room, piercing through your defense—he brought one of his hands up to grip your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

“Awe baby, look at me while I ruin this pretty little pussy, no need to be shy—don’t worry, I love cock starving whores like you—ones that cheat on their boyfriends with his son while he’s away. Soo pathetic” he says in a mocking sardonic tone, making both your eyes and pussy leak with shame and guilt.

“Fuckk that’s it, this hungry pussy is sucking me in so well, fuck you're so tight and wet, all f'me” he moans out like a horny teenager.

His fat, swollen tip expertly brushes against your most sensitive area, hitting it precisely with each vigorous movement of his hips, bullying his cock into you like it has a mind of its own. Your eyes roll back in pleasure, drool steeping out of your mouth and pussy as your brain grows foggy.

The familiar sensation building up in the pit of your stomach, making you mewl as he trails his hand down and lightly brushes his thumb across your clit, his touch tracing gentle but fast circles on the sensitive bud.

“Mmm, are you gonna cum baby? Gonna make a mess on your stepson’s cock? Fuck, such a little horny slut, what would your boyfriend think if he found out his slut of a girlfriend is about to cum on his son's dick?” He chuckles mischievously, his deep, husky laugh resonating in the room, as he slowly brings his thumb up to lick the slick building up on it, a low groan escaping his lips as he savors the taste of you before returning to teasing the bundle of nerves—helping you towards your pleasure.

You moaned out pathetically, you can’t lie, Megumi was so much like his dad in bed, it drove you crazy. Whether it was the way he dominated your tight pussy with his cock or his rough demeanor. He was Toji’s son, alright.

“Gumii, m’gonna cum! please, fuck! s’good, please don’t stop”. You begged, desperately holding onto his forearm for support. His hips buckled against you so eagerly, so desperately to feel you cumming on his cock. He licks his lips in anticipation—watching your pretty tits bouncing in syne, accommodating his powerful thrusts into your dripping pussy.

"Don’t plan on stopping baby—Fuckkk” he groaned, putting both of your legs over his shoulders and folding you into a mean mating press. Gradually descending, moving down, down, down into you to the point where your knees are almost touching your ears, The close proximity allowed his minty breath to trace across your face, mingling with the heat radiating from his body and the sweat that glistened as it dripped from his tousled hairline onto you.

The new angle of penetration had his cock drilling deeper into you, making you see stars as your release washes over you. “Fuckfuckfuck Megumiii” you cried out, your nails instinctively gripping his toned biceps, causing him to hiss with a mixture of pleasure and pain as he leaned in closer, pressing his forehead against yours. Your pulsating hole fluttered uncontrollably as you came around his cock. You both breathe heavily, he sticks his tongue out—licking the tears leaking from your eyes as you felt his cock twitching inside of you. Your release was enough to make him cum right on the spot.

“Yesyesyes—fuck yes!, love this pussy so much hah! M’gonna cum, fucking take ittt” he moaned in a breathless whisper against your ear. The room echoed with both of your needy moans and the loud sound of his fat balls slapping against the curve of your ass.

You bit your lip as you felt his balls draining into your little stretched pussy, his seed spurting deep into you as he continues fucking it further and deeper into you. At this point, you both were so utterly fucked out. His warm semen began to overflow, cascading out of your pussy and trickling slow and steady onto your sensitive asshole, and onto toji’s bedsheets.

His body collapsed onto you as he tenderly nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his erection nestled within your already overfilled pussy to cockwarm him.

You squealed at the heavy weight of his body crushing yours so suddenly as you combed your fingers through his hair and that was one of the main differences between Megumi and Toji, Megumi is always so soft with you after he fucks you because he’s always gets fucked out as much as you do after sex whereas toji, he can control himself and maintain his dominance and doesn’t show any ounce of weakness.

[gojosprettyprincess]

TOJI N MEGUMI’S SWEET GIRLFRIEND!!!

Cheating, breeding kink, forbidden relationship. Megumi is 20 n reader is a bit older, Brief Toji x reader. Not proofread

★彡

Imagine Megumi walking around the house shirtless, exposing every inch of his skin from his hips up, His smooth skin glistening under the warn-toned light as he walked into the kitchen for a snack but then Toji spots the fresh series of red, angry lines scattered across his upper back. He’s not dumb, he’s a grown man in his early 40s, he’s basically an expert at that shit considering the fact that he has them too. He knows exactly what it is and what caused it.

He starts teasing Megumi about it, about how his boring, grumpy ass is actually getting some pussy—not knowing that the pussy he’s getting is his sweet little girlfriend’s while he’s away on missions, absolutely oblivious to what happens between his son and girlfriend while he’s not there. The harsh markings from your sharp manicured nails mauling his son’s toned back as he fucked your slutty brains out and digs his cock deep into your insides while giving you one of the best dicking of your life, right on top of you and Toji’s bed.

–––

જ⁀➴ The “pussy” he’s getting is from the same sweet girlfriend of his that wakes up at 5am sharp to make breakfast and see him off to his 3-day mission just to have his son’s throbbing hard dick nestled deep into your greedy cunt—stuffing you full to the brim while his tip nudges against the deepest part of your pussy just a few hours later.

Megumi was three years younger than you, never had a girlfriend before and you felt bad for the poor boy and was soo tired and annoyed of having to keep buying new panties since the old ones were used to wrap around his preverted cock to jerk off, staining it with his seed instead of doing you and his father’s laundry so you had to find a way to deal with it…

જ⁀➴ The “pussy” he’s getting is from the same sweet girlfriend he calls every evening while he's away to make sure you’re alright and if you’ve eaten dinner, not knowing that his son is eating dinner right now—behind you, on this knees as his rough hands spreads your soft cheeks apart, nose pressed deep into your creamy folds while he sucks on your twitching little clit with fervor and intensity, sending waves of pleasure radiating through your body.

Your juices drips down his chin disgustingly as he devours you like a homeless man eating his favorite meal for the first time in years, groaning vibrantly against your twitching core as he tastes your sweet pussy—desperately lapping up every bit of pussy juice he can suck out of you, making you audibly stutter but Toji doesn’t question it, maybe you’re just tired and miss him too much or something. You bit your lips, moving a hand down to push Megumi’s eager face further into your horny pussy as you teasingly wiggled your cheeks in his face. Your eyes roll back when you felt Megumi’s sly tongue dragging flat against your asshole, licking a long stripe at the fluttery hole before attempting to pry it open with the tip of his tongue, “Mmm, don’t worry baby I’m fine—just have a sore throat that’s all” you reassumed your older boyfriend on the other end, reasoning why you’re making odd noises.

જ⁀➴ The “pussy” he’s getting is from the same sweet girlfriend he calls Megumi for—to check up and make sure you’re safe and okay. After all, while Toji is away, Megumi is the man of the house, not knowing that you’re on your knees as they speak, both hands digging into his muscular legs for stability as he fucks his thick cock deep into your skull, his leaking tip oozing with pre-cum, dripping at the back of your throat as you look up at him with pleading eyes as your mascara mixed with tears drips down your pretty face while he just smiles down at you darkly—reassuring Toji that his girlfriend is well taken care of.

જ⁀➴ The “pussy” he’s getting is from the same sweet girlfriend who he promises to breed, babbling about how much he wants to give Megumi a sibling and watch your belly swell with his kid as he’s pounding you deep and hard in full Nelson, his huge tip nudging against your bruised cervix, brutally splitting apart your cunt while whispering into your ear. “Hah—fuckkk doll, your tight pussy is swallowing my dick so good, fuckk imagine if I fill you up and breed this pretty little pussy with my seed, How does that sound darling? Wanna give lonely Megumi a sibling to take care of?” He questions your fucked out self as he licks away the trail of salty tears lingering on your face. Not knowing that Megumi is just like him. Their minds are sooo alike. “Shitshitshit—such a good little horny slut, this pussy’s taking my cock sooo well baby. Whaddya say we make old man Toji a grandpa? Fuck he wouldn’t even have a clue it’s not his” he laughs into your ears as he licks your earlobe while drilling his swollen cock into your soppy cunt from behind, against the kitchen counter just 20 minutes before toji gets home.

જ⁀➴ The “pussy” he’s getting is from the same sweet girlfriend who gets her sweet cunt and tight asshole stuffed full with his son’s seed almost every other day. Megumi would brutally fucked your tight pussy against the bathroom sink while he’s taking a nap, your panties bearly hanging around the sides of your ankles as Megumi manhandles your body back onto his cock—forcing you to meet his thrust halfway as he pounds it into you, he's so girthy and big, definitely not as big as Toji’s but it’s definitely a lot more stiff and eager, his tip bullyingly grazes against your g-spot as you cried out, making him grunt before quickly slapping a hand over your mouth to shut you up. “Can’t a nasty whore shut the fuck up? Or do you want him to wake up and see you creaming on his son’s cock? Is that what you want? Such a cock-hungry little slut.”

જ⁀➴ The “pussy” he’s getting is from the same sweet girlfriend that he buys sexy lingerie for, to wear and model them for him and he finishes off the show by ripping them to shreds off of you and fucking you into a brainless whore—but like father, like son, Megumi does the exact same when he’s not there. It’s like they both think alike when it comes to certain things—that being sex. No wonder sometimes some of them tend to go “missing” leading him to buy you even more for his son Megumi to fuck you in. He loves seeing you all dolled up with your matching pink panties and bra. It makes both of them absolutely feral.

જ⁀➴ The “pussy” he’s getting is from the adoring girlfriend who he fucks absolutely stupid and good, to the point where your toes curled as your eyes roll back to your skull—a moaning mess as he forces out orgasms after orgasms out to you till the whole mattress is drenched and soaked with cum. The only (downside?) would be Megumi hearing everything from the next room, brows furred together has he angrily fist fuck his pulsating cock, imagining he was the one drilling deep into you instead. The next day he’d corner you while your sitting on the couch and manhandle your body so you’ll be face down and ass up—stuffing three thick, long fingers into your tight asshole, stretching it apart while he snakes his tongue deep into your hungry pussy—exploring your insides. Your asshole taking in his fingers with pure pleasure as you buckle your hips back onto his face, like a whore—eagered for more.

[gojosprettyprincess]

Tw- Stepcest, dubcon??, he’s really rough and mean, Megumi is 19, this is really dark!!! Not proofread

A/n this is a remake, you can find the og here

Stepbrother!Megumi and Stepdad!Toji taking turns stuffing your poor cunt with their sperm each night, it’s like an unspoken competition between father and son on who ruins your pussy and fucks you stupid and dumb the most. Whenever it’s Megumi’s turn the night after Toji, he’s so rough and aggressive with you, it’s as if he’s madman trying to destroy you. Gripping onto a fistful of your hair harshly from behind as he pounds your dumb little brains out, cursing and babbling to himself about how Toji could never fuck you and ruin your poor little pussy as good as he does.

He’d fuck orgasms after orgasms out of you, his mean tip grazing against your cervis every time he forces his cock back into you, it’s so sloppy the way you’re drooling into the sheets. He’d stick his thumb into your asshole while he’s fucking you from behind, telling you that’s he’s going to be the one to take your anal virginity, not knowing that Toji has already done that a longgg time ago, but you obviously can’t won’t tell him that.

He pounds you with so much lust and passion, pistoling his cock into that one spot inside of you that knew it had you seeing stars, soo hard over and over. He manhandles you so harshly without a care in the world like he’s trying to break you or something.

“Nobody can wreck this sloppy little pussy like I can sweetheart, not even my fucking dad got that? It’s alright if you don’t, I’ll just fuck it into your dumb little brains instead, you’ll surely get it then” his tone harsh and serious, sending shivers down your spine because you know he’s not joking. He’s so possessive over you. He lands a hard brutal slap on your ass cheek, making sure that it’s gonna leave his hand print branded on your ass for days so Toji can see.

[gojosprettyprincess]

A/n About mha but there's so many jjk characters I feel like would do this :3 so sorry for any errors.

Thinking about having a Pro-hero boyfriend that everyone loves, they adore him, he's just so sweet and kind yk?, literally would do anything to protect the civilians, helping people and saving them from villains. Practically risking his life every single day for others with a smile plastered on his face. Everyone looks at him with pure adoration and honor.

But behind closed doors when he's with you, he's not so nice and sweet when he has your body folded in a mating press, heavy balls slapping against your asshole as he's stabbing his cock into you in a reckless pace that has your cunt gushing and creaming all over his length, he makes sure that he's balls deep buried into your cunt to the hilt with every hard thrust. Every. Single. Time, when he's frustrated because of work, whether it's because a villain got away or he didn't get to save a civilian, he takes it all out on your poor cunt as soon he gets home, he doesn't waste a second. He doesn't even bother getting his hero costume completely off before he's rutting his hard cock into your tight hole, splitting it in two around him while he's stretching you apart.

He thrusts himself so fucking hard into you that he might almost break you one day because of how reckless he is with your poor little body, training and working out is a serious thing for him so him being so fucking bigger and stronger than you even than a normal man is no surprise, matter a fact he practically has the body of a fucking Greek God so manhandling you into whatever fucking position he felt like bullying his cock into you in and fucking you stupid in, wasn’t that difficult for him at all.

He loves having his way with you, it's almost sadistic how he laughs and mocks you every time he has you blabbering a bunch of nonsense on his thick cock with fat tears leaking out your eyes, big strong arms flexing against you, displaying his ripped muscles while he's holding your body effortlessly as he's fucking you in full nelson, your pathetic little babbles and moans filling his ears as he's licking your tears away. Hell, he'd even have you screaming his Hero name while he has your filthy cunt making a mess all over his cock.

And oh there's no words to describe how much he loves making you nervous and teasing you whether it's circling his thumb over your asshole, and poking it ever so slightly so he can hear the shifting of your moans, making you overthink that he's going to force his thumb inside of you, then he just chuckles and moves his thumb towards your clit to rub sloppy circles on the sensitive bud. Or whispering a bunch of nasty shit to your ear while he's ruining you because he knows how much that shit drives you crazy.

"Fucking hell I'm gonna ruin you, gonna reshape this cunt to the size of my cock so it could be perfect just for me, you get that? You belong to me".

"Such a good little cumslut f'me aren't ya baby? so fucking warm and tight for my cock".

"Fuckkk princess no one can fucking ruin this cunt like I can, your daddy's one of the best fucking heroes, only I can fuck you this good and stupid, yeah?"

[gojosprettyprincess]

Tw- Anal, Degradation, Buttplug usage mentioned, literally pure filth. So sorry for any errors.

Thinking about mean men with literally no fucking word filter, even if it's something embarrassing or weird he doesn't give a fuck, he loves seeing the way your cheeks get red while he whispers the dirtiest and weirdest shit to you while he's pounding you stupid.

Letting him fuck your ass was probably the worse idea ever, he had you bent over with your back arched uncomfortablely, face down ass up with your cute stringy thong pulled to the side with his cock stuffed in your asshole, he couldn't resist pushing it all the way in to the hilt, not with the way your tiny hole is squeezing and clenching around him sooo tightly.

"Fuckk baby look at that tight little asshole sucking on my cock like a lollipop" he groans, eyes rolling back of his head as he continues bullying his thick cock into your poor hole, heavy cum filled balls slapping against your clit as your cunt flutters around nothing. You kept your head buried into the pillow in embarrassment not daring to move as your muffled moans filled the room.

"Such a good little anal slut f'me aren't ya baby?What a fucking tight greedy hole you got here princess, might have to let me use this one more often" he smirks obviously knowing you can't respond to him or at least won't because he knows exactly what he's tryna do, he knows how shy you are with these things so why not have a little fun?

He brought his thumb down to your clit, rubbing sloppy slow circles on it while landing a harsh slap on your ass cheek, the sudden sensation making your body jolt unexpectedly while you cry into the pillow, his cock pistoling into your stretched hole recklessly as he felt his balls tighten, he starts picking up the pace, strong hands gripping onto your waist as he quickly changes position, planting his feet on the bed as he hammers his fat girth into your ass deeper and deeper

"Holy fuck I'm gonna cum, gonna let me stuff this dirty hole full of my cum yeah? Then maybe I'll even plug it up with that cute heart plug I got you so you can walk around with my cum dumped deep in your butthole with the plug stuffing it in like the filthy anal slut you are, without a single soul knowing, yeah? Bet you'd like that, whore".

You couldn't help but whimper to his filthy words, needy pussy dripping and leaky on the bed to that nasty thought, he felt his dick twitching inside of you as your cockhungry hole spasms around him, sucking him even more and threatening to milk the life out of him, he looked down at where the two of you were connected and the way your asshole swallows and welcomes his cock in was well enough for him to blow his load deep in your ass, hot ropes of cum feeding your greedy hungry hole as he continues fucking you through it, fucking his semen deeper and deeper inside of you to make sure it's well buried deep so he can plug it up and take you to a dinner date after :3

Toji, Sukuna, Gojo, Bakugou, Geto, Dabi, Kirishima, Aizen, Simon Ghost Riley + Whoever you want.