ও gojo satoru x fem!reader
𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 never stops talking. even during sex. hell, he's even more talkative during sex.
and he knows that you're not as chatty as he is. especially when he's buried deep inside your cunt.
"keep talking to me or I will stop, princess." he orders, his blue eyes leaving where your two bodies are connected to meet your face.
"I..."
he raises an eyebrow, inviting you to keep going, his hands tightening around your hips to stop your body from moving. you release a cute whine and he starts rubbing soothing circles with his thumbs on your skin, a soft smile spreading across his handsome face.
"I went to the bookstore this morning and..."
you pause to let out a shaky sigh as he starts to move slowly again, dragging your hips back and forth and your hands find his shoulders to keep you balanced.
"it's okay princess, keep going, I wanna know how was your day." he coos, almost purring against your ear.
and you're too busy trying not to stutter to notice the way his bottom lip is slightly shaking, the way he removes one of his hands from your hip to grab a fistful of the sheets, his knuckles going white around the soft fabric. his cock is still lazily pumping in and out of you and his eyes close for a split second when he hears your voice crack as you try to explain in detail how your day went. gojo has always lived a life of restraint, and his sex life is no exception. he's always gentle with you because he has to, even when you ask him to be rough, he'd break you in two if he really listened. but god sometimes he desperately wants to.
he smiles at your obedience and you keep talking, your hands clutching his chest, your nails lightly scratching his skin.
"can't... please, satoru..."
you swear you just felt his cock throb inside you and you whimper when he suddenly grabs your face, his large hand covering almost half of your face.
"look at me. baby, you're so sweet, all of you is so pretty, I could keep fucking you like this forever."
you try to look away from his piercing gaze but it's no use with the way he's holding your face. he's all over you, his free hand roaming over your tits, his mouth leaving wet kisses on your neck and his cock bullying your poor pussy.
this sweet torture will last until he gets tired of your whines, which rarely happens.
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It would be cute if Barbatos asked to hold MC's hand and just didn't let go.
"Be careful, there's a puddle up ahead. It rained quite a bit last night. Take my hand, I'll make sure you don't get dirty."
"Please watch your step. There's a large, uneven stair here. Take my hand, I'll help you walk down."
"Do you remember where the storage room is? I'll show you, just in case. Take my hand and follow me."
All these little excuses, all so he can gently take your hand and have the enjoyment of escorting you. Feeling the warmth of your palm and the curvature of your fingers, how they fit perfectly in his grasp. Ever so softly rubbing a thumb over your skin and daring to imagine how it would feel without his gloves. When you pass the puddle, or reach the end of the stairs, or arrive at the storage room, Barbatos just smiles and doesn't let go.
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