#satoru gojo smut

[lacyblades]

౨ৎ satoru's a goddamn psycho. and, okay, you knew it was a bad idea. but, hey, april fool's, right? a flimsy excuse, at best. you'd thought that would make it better, but you've never been more wrong.

yeah, you knew faking a hushed call, stringing him along with that cheating bullshit, was playing with fire. but, how the were you supposed to know he'd snap like this? he's the king of pranks. that hypocrite.

"s'different," he growls, his hand a fucking vice around your throat. a choked sob escapes, your back arching, every nerve fried. it's some ungodly hour, two or three am, maybe. "some lines — fuck —shouldn't be crossed, you get that?"

he rams into you, deep, every thrust hitting (bruising) your cervix. his other hand digs into your waist, a painful grip. "too much," you whimper, too fucked-out to even twitch. you just pray he'll stop his relentless assault.

"whose pussy is this?" he demands, his voice a low, filthy tone. you can't even form words, just a broken moan. "look at you," he grunts, his hips rutting against yours. "can't even talk right. bet no one else could get you this fucking wrecked, huh?"

satoru's hand slides down, pinching your nipple hard. you whine, whether from pain or pleasure — you couldn't tell. "i asked you something, bitch," he hisses, and, as if he'd punishing you, he pulls almost all the way out, relieving you (if only for a second), before slamming his thick length back into you.

"y— yours!" you scream, the heat coiling in your gut, a familiar, desperate burn. you're just a toy now, his to use, and you know he wouldn't have it any other way.

satoru groans, his words slurring, a sure sign he's close. "ngh, don't fuckin' forget it."

your boyfriend didn't, in fact, let you forget it — spilling inside you, hot and thick, your body convulsing around him as you came again, another wave of raw, mind-numbing pleasure. all for another round.

you're officially retiring from april fool's.

[madamechrissy]

Escort! Satoru- part four

Pairings- Escort Satoru Gojo x shy CEO F! reader

Warnings- this is a LONG part like really long aha- mutual pining like a mf, obsessed ass/whipped ass Gojo, oral (f receiving) lots of tension, explicit sex, aftercare, honestly this got angsty asf, Satoru is bad at feelings. But dw the end will be happy, reader is HELLA rich and Satoru is almost a sugar baby- pretty woman vibes 🤭

<<<Part Three

Escort! Satoru dies when he sees you that night, he'd cum so many times to you it was ridiculous, why he was turning down your offers to make him cum he still can't figure out, why he's turning every offer is batshit insane. But all he can manage is to get women off and picture you with every single one of them, still trying to grin and go on dates, laugh and act like he enjoys any of it, when he can't get his mind of your lips half the time.

Escort! Satoru still has a five star rating, still makes money, he may get carpal tunnel from all the work his fingers put in though, since he can't manage to get hard around anyone anymore. He's shaking them even now as he struggles to form a word, as the woman richer than him is standing there in the night, prettier than any star in the sky- and since when was he so poetic, hmm? You're in a gown he can't describe, it fits your body so fucking perfect, your hair up in elegant curls, chandelier earrings dangling, enticing him with your bare neck and shoulders. He is dying to know what all of you looks like, not just parts of you, surely all of you is beautiful, so beautiful it makes a man like him stutter.

Escort! Satoru throws on a casual smile as you slip in the car with him now, giving him a hug and a kiss on his cheek, grinning so pretty at him. 'Is it weird to say I missed you?' your vulnerable question leaves him floored. 'Ignore that, I'm sorry... I bet a lot of girls get like confused...' he curses softly then, tilting your chin up when you look down. 'You're beautiful tonight' is his quiet, husky answer, and he can feel the heat of your cheeks when his thumb brushes one, and your breaths come quicker. 'Thank you, Satoru, you look handsome' you run a hand over his black dress shirt, slowly, as he sighs, pulling you against him then, lips an inch away. 'I was excited to see you-' 'shh' he puts a finger to your lips then, shaking his head. 'So am I'

Escort! Satoru has a hand slipping up your thigh, thumbing the garters there and sighing, looking down at where your thigh hits over your black stockings. 'God, look at you' his words fall out, and your breath quickens. 'How am I gonna make it through an auction when I wanna bury my cock in you?' your lips open and close, shifting your thighs now, as the desire floods through your body, your pulse quickening in the close proximity while you all let the driver lead you to this auction, when all you'd rather do is kiss him. You respect that he doesn't, you know you're delusional, but fuck if you're not falling into the fantasy that is Satoru- top escort there was. 'You want that?' your faint whisper makes him laugh without humor, it doesn't quite meet his eyes.

Escort! Satoru presses you down on his lap, hands on your hips, and you feel him then, cunt pulsing with need, exhaling as you're so close to lips that tempt you endlessly. 'What do you think, sweetheart?' His hoarse voice barely concealing the stark desire, your heat presses against his hard cock under his slacks, making your manicured nails press into his shoulders over the expensive tuxedo jacket, against his skin over the barrier. Satoru's blue eyes look up under snowy lashes, thinking just how beautiful you are, how much you make him ache for you. He cups your face, hand brushing along the delicate line of your jaw, as he sighs, drinking you in, the confines of the back of the car, that drives steadily underneath you.

Escort! Satoru makes you cry out when he grinds you on his cock, your throaty moan nearly ending him, he has such trouble holding back then, having thought of you every fucking day this week, stroking it so much it was damn near rubbed raw. Your earrings glitter in reflective prisms as Satoru kisses up your neck, as your head tilts to the side, allowing him further access. 'Satoru... mmm, please...' he's yanking your dress up over your hips, kissing lower over a breast, raising up and down as you pant, grinding on him. 'Please what, pretty girl?' His teeth nip your collar bone as the car stops, you both curse just a bit, you try to compose yourself, failing miserably, blowing a strand of hair off your face as you ease off his lap.

Escort! Satoru takes you inside the auction then. Arm and arm, the two of you walk past, people murmur about just how good you look, your business partners are glad to greet him, and Satoru seems to know more about you than you've even shared with him. Holding a glass of champagne, his hand on the small of your back, he grins easily at them, the warmth of his palm seeping into your skin. 'She's still just obsessed with sushi, you know she has been to five different places this month?' the men laugh now - 'she eats it all the time at work too' and you giggle a bit, admitting 'I do enjoy it, yes' but when they leave you look up at him curiously. 'What, did some research- you keep snapping pics on your IG' you giggle then. 'stalker much? maybe you did steal them?' Satoru smirks down at you, sipping his champagne now. 'No way, just thorough so I get another good tip you know' you pause now, sighing, and Satoru notices your mood shift.

Escort! Satoru wants to tell you the truth, that he was scrolling through your IG because he's dying to see more, know more about you, but he tries to hold it in, what would you see in him? Surely you desire him, he can feel it in your heat, see it in how you move, but he knows he's wanted for that. The two of you fall into a quiet, mingling still, when a tall man with shocking pink hair grins at you, he's another business partner apparently, grabbing you to him. When Satoru watches you dance with - Sukuna is the name- something makes him insane then, he does not like you giggling in a man's arms, even as your eyes keep catching his across the room, he hates his hands on you, big and tattooed, taking over your much smaller frame, daringly low on curve of your spine.

Escort! Satoru leans along the wall, peering at his phone now, trying to act unbothered, clients fell for him all the time, but not once has he confused himself. He accepts the next jobs tomorrow, trying to remember what he's here for, getting angrier the longer you dance, which feels like an eternity. When you finally get back, you're smiling up at him, but pause, seeing his full lips are in a frown. 'It's boring, isn't it? Pretentious' you try to tease, but he just can't answer you, even as you're sitting next to him now, and the items are going on display, he's stiff and tense. You wonder if he had better things to do, better jobs to take- perhaps it's just too boring? You lean close, a hand on his shoulder, holding the little auction tag in your other hand, and his blue eyes are cold. 'Satoru I'm sorry it's so boring, is there anything you'd like? You'll still get paid, of course...' he sighs now, shaking his head, you have no clue what's running through his mind.

Escort! Satoru wonders how you are single, when so many men flirt with you, are you oblivious to just how gorgeous you are? To how perfect you are to not just him, but seemingly everyone? 'It's fine, sweets, I've been to worse events' you miss the fun, sweet man you've grown to enjoy in just a few visits. He's shifted from the car- was that because it was physical? Surely that's what an escort like Satoru excels at. You try to remember you're just a client, not more. As there is a beautiful painting from your favorite artist, you end up bidding on it, and Satoru watches you light up when you win, so pretty with your eyes sparkling, smile breaking him down, to where he can hardly stand to look at you. He knows then, he can't keep taking your jobs- he can't perform with anyone now, and he's falling for someone who probably wouldn't consider him in her life.

Escort! Satoru doesn't pick anything out, so you immediately pay him on his app as you two wait for the car, the night breeze blowing, and you give your exorbitant tip that has him suddenly furious, gripping you by your waist suddenly, making you gasp. 'What is wrong with you tonight?' you whisper, blinking back tears suddenly, and he shakes his head at you. 'Why are you giving me so much, I was a shitty date, altogether awful, and you still overpay' you swallow nervously now, looking down at the dress flowing from the wind at your ankles. 'Because I enjoy having you around too much' he pauses at your admission, when the car finally pulls up, and you hug yourself tightly. 'I'm sure you have many clients to see, I won't keep you, go ahead and take this one home, I'll wait.'

Escort! Satoru feels it, you're upset and you have it so, so wrong, god all he can think of is you. Your lip trembles with emotions as you bite it, and the driver waits for the two of you. 'You paid for an entire night, you know' his whisper drives you insane, your eyes lock then, lips so close you wish you could know how they feel. 'We don't have to spend the whole night, don't worry' he sees it then, the Sukuna man stepping out, eyeing you from the back, and Satoru scowls right at him. 'You're riding in the car' you go to protest when Satoru yanks you in the back seat, and you shove at him, turning and crossing your arms as the door shuts. 'You're gonna be rude all night then suddenly want me in the car?' He pauses now, cupping your face, breath dancing on your skin in a cruel tease. 'Let me make it up to you'

Escort! Satoru is soon in your penthouse, it's quiet and tense even then, so much unspoken between you, but Satoru knows one way to explain himself - and that's pleasuring you. He has you turned, ass pressed against him as soon as you look your door, unzipping your dress inch by inch. You barely breathe at the sensation, his fingers dancing down your spine, filling you with so much longing, as it pools at your ankles. He exhales when he sees you naked fully, turning you slowly, cock throbbing when he realizes just how beautiful you are. 'Fucking look at you' his words end you, as does when he's on his knees, worshipping you with ardent kisses up your inner thighs, until he's burying his face against your eager cunt once more. 'More, Satoru, please... more...' you're begging so quickly, as you're grinding on his pretty face, and he's drinking you up, looking at you with those blue eyes.

Escort! Satoru stands and finally you see his thick, long pretty cock spring out, you reach out and stroke it, watching his lashes flutter shut, hear his little whimper, before he's gripped your wrist, pulling out a condom from his pocket, handing it to you now. You rip it open and slip it on nervously, trembling before he is picking you up, cock pressing at your entrance, stretching you and burning with just his pink tip under the latex. 'Ah!' you're already crying out, but when Satoru sinks inside your heat, your slick cunt feeling so goddamn good he can only imagine what it's like raw. He knows then, he's so fucked for anyone, as he kisses down your neck, shoving his cock in so deep, slamming your back against your door as your nails grip him over the jacket he still wears. You're struggling to take him, so full, he's slamming into your cervix, gripping you so bruising - fuck you hope he leaves bruises, unable to get enough of him, as he looks at you now, jerking his hips and watching you shatter.

Escort! Satoru has you delirious, screaming against the door as he continues to fuck into your perfect cunt, you're so wet it's loud, dripping down his cock and drooling onto your tile floor. He's barely even noticed your home, so entranced with your warmth. 'Feel her, she wants to cum, doesn't she?' you just nod weakly, and Satoru presses in fully, as tears fall from your eyes, his eyes so dilated they're black. 'Cum then, pretty, lemme feel you milk him' he presses so deep you feel he's splitting you apart, so thick and huge as he's pulsing inside you, and your vision goes dark, all while he watches, cumming all around his length, and he can barely stand how good it feels, how beautiful you are for him, wishing it was him, and only him.

Escort! Satoru knows every spot on your body, lifting you up high and starting to pound his cock inside you like you're weightless, sweat breaks on your brow which he swipes away, drool falls down your chin and your cunt as he slams deep and rolls his hips again. 'That's it, c'mon sweets, again, you can do it' his encouraging ends you all over again, orgasm washing over you in waves, so many now you've lost count. 'C-cum for me Satoru' you whisper, and he gasps, before shutting his eyes with a moan, burying his head again, sinking his teeth into your shoulder as he cums so hard, so much, wishing he had no barrier, wanting to fill you full of him. He struggles to catch his breath, leaning you on that wall then, as you bury your own face, pressing the cutest kiss on his neck, right above his collar.

Escort! Satoru helps you clean up, careful as he brushes your hair and eyes you in the mirror, wiping you gently between the thighs, you're so weak you can barely move after cumming so much, he's helping you get dressed, fuck he gets you water and takes you to bed even. You're sitting against him as he strokes your hair, and you swallow down the sadness of him leaving after that, clinging your arms around his narrow waist, cheek against his heartbeat. 'Satoru how much for... holding me tonight?' your ask destroys him then, almost to tears at your vulnerability, as you make him question everything in his life. He shakes his head then, and you pause. 'One of your rules?' he nods quietly, unable to speak as your lashes lower, and you whisper an 'oh' before pulling back, leaving his arms empty. 'I'm so embarrassed at myself... please just forget this... I'll get you a ride home, okay?'

Escort! Satoru hates himself when he watches tears threaten to spill in your eyes, as you quickly get his ride ready. 'Don't be embarrassed sweetheart, please...' you pull away when he tries to touch your cheek, so many feelings you feel dizzy now. 'I can't just have sex, I thought I could but... it meant too much. I can't... see you again, I'm sorry.' Your words crush him now, when you're standing at your door, unable to look up at him, and his lips open and close, then open again, his own tears threatening. 'What do you mean-' you cut him off, leaning up and kissing right by the corner of his mouth, he grabs you tightly now, never wanting to let go. 'You were amazing to me, thank you for tonight, I... hope you get everything in the world you want, Satoru' you turn and shut the door, leaning against it and sobbing hoarsely, because you know it then- you're in love with him - with a man that sees you as a job. Hopeless, for the first time in your life feeling that way, it seems cruel.

Escort! Satoru gets another ridiculous amount of money with your tag as an 'apology' and scowls when he gets home, throwing his phone across the room, stumbling to his bathroom as he yanks off his tie. He sees your lipstick imprinted on his collar in his reflection, before yanking the dress shirt off, struggling to forget you somehow. But you're in his mind, in his heart, in his fucking dreams that night- why couldn't he have held you? Why couldn't he have kissed you, told you how he felt? He calls you several times, but you don't answer a single one, driving him to the point of insanity, but you're too scared, you've already fallen so far, and you're not sure if you can ever stand to see him again and have any hope of moving on.

Escort! Satoru tries to live his life again, and you try to live yours, but it's just... different now. His endless clients and your loneliness, constantly aching to reach out, but now you know better, you know you fell in love when you were never supposed to. Three months later he sees you for the first time, you're in line at the coffee shop by his place, and his breath catches when he sees the sunlight hit your face, you falter as you see him, giving him a small smile before turning away and walking out. A sad smile that makes him run out after you, shouting your name out on the sidewalk, you pause and turn, he's getting closer, too close, it's too much. 'Yes, Satoru?' your voice is quiet, hollow, the yearning in him makes him want to pick you up right then and there. 'Can I ask you on a... date?' you gasp in shock now, blinking rapidly. 'What?' he sighs, stepping even closer, like magnets pulling him in, he inhales a sweet scent he never thought he would again, murmuring - 'a date, with me, please' eyeing lips he can't wait to brush on his own, waiting for your answer.

I knowww this got angsty OMG - not me tearing up writing this while I'm still super sick UGH lol- dw next/last part will be much cuter lol <3

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[ridingthatd]

gojo satoru is a bad friend.

he's a bad friend because he has had a crush on you ever since you joined jujutsu high, even when you start dating his bestfriend, geto, his need for you never disappeared it only got nastier.

his body sliding down the thin wall between your room and his as he violently pump his pink cock to the sound of geto fucking your wet cunt. he was holding his shirt up by his teeth not caring about the warm drool that was spilling from his mouth and coating his shirt with spit, huffing like a dog in heat as he struggles to breath.

"ahhhh-! nghhh!". his eyes roll back at the sound of your moans, how nasty he is stroking his fat cock to the sound of you getting fucked next room. his whole body was flushed, his tip was red, so swollen as precum leaking out of his clit.

he can hear how sticky and slimey your filthy pussy was, how hard it was gripping on his friends dick. he can hear the sloppy sound of the wet kisses, imagining the way you are sucking on his friends tongue like a needy slut. he whines, his hips shuddering at the nasty sounds that were feeling his ears.

oh he would do you so good, he would fuck you better, ripping your pussy apart with his fat cock. turning your pussy into a swollen mess, swollen with his hot cum.

"cum you fucking slut". geto groans thrusting his hips one more time. before gojo hears a spurt of wet stream, he whimpers, you were squirting- and that throws him at edge as he arch his back before robs of hot fluid shoot out of his sensitive cock.

gojo gaze hazily at the mess he made, he smirks, he's going to have you one way or another. after all he's the strongest.

[alygator77]

motherhood and matrimony

ꨄ︎ pairing. au ceo! satoru gojo x single mom secretary fem! reader

ꨄ︎ warnings/tags. 18+ MDNI, nsfw, smut, masturbation, enemies (annoyances) to lovers, opposites attract, fake marriage, marriage of convenience, slow burn, fluff, little angst, mentions of death (satoru's father).

a/n. tysm for another follower milestone! as a thank you, here are some ceo! satoru headcanons for my ongoing fic motherhood and matrimony. this can kinda be considered as a teaser for those that haven't read the series. for those that have read the fic, this fleshes out the circumstances between satoru and reader a bit more, giving us a bit of insight from satoru's POV (and showing how down bad he is, hehe.)

ceo! satoru, who walks into meetings ten minutes late, just to prove he can. he never rushes—the clock bends for him, so does the room. postures straighten, laptops shift, conversations hush—eyes flicking away like they weren’t just whispering about the latest tabloid headline with his name in bold.

he doesn’t give them the satisfaction of reacting—never does. because he’s used to the attention. the scrutiny. the weight of being watched.

whatever… he never asked for this. he’s the heir of gojo corp, he just has to exist… right?

ceo! satoru, who doesn't read half the reports placed in front of him—rolling his eyes during company briefings, doodling dicks into the margins of billion-yen contracts. he slouches in a chair that cost more than most people’s rent—twirling a pen, daring someone to scold him. it’s always his father. it’s only ever his father.

“take this seriously satoru. you need to grow up. have you found a wife yet?”

the pressure of his legacy comes dressed in politeness, in tightly-wound ties and family dinners that feel more like interviews. it’s never ‘what do you want?’ only ‘what will you become?’

people think he’s lazy. arrogant. detached. 

eh… maybe they aren’t wrong? 

and yet, for all his mockery, he still shows up. still puts on the suit. still plays the part with a half-smile and his middle finger tucked just behind his back. because maybe, if he doesn’t take it seriously, it can’t hurt him the way it was always meant to.

ceo! satoru, who keeps people at arm's length, especially women. they whisper his name like a prize—because everyone wants something from him: money, attention, his title, a seat at the table. so? he gives them nothing—flirting without intent, touching without feeling, fucking without consequence. 

love is a transaction. intimacy? a liability. and gojo satoru? he’s tired of being collateral.

so, he stays perfect on paper—sharp in the spotlight, hollow behind closed doors. if he gives them nothing, then there’s nothing to take. 

untouchable, unbothered, and lonelier than he’ll ever admit.

ceo! satoru, who notices you the moment you don’t notice him. you’re new—his father’s latest hire. just another name slipped into a calendar invite he didn’t read, another title he forgot before the ink dried. nothing remarkable. not at first glance. you keep to yourself, all neutral tones and clean lines. head down, posture straight, buried in your work like it’s the only thing keeping you tethered. 

boring, uptight. 

that’s his original impression of you. 

until he makes some offhand comment in a meeting—low, careless, designed to make the room laugh. but this time, you glance up, meeting his eyes with a scowl.

“...are you finished?” you mumble. cold. quiet. unamused.

the fuck? 

it’s always his father. it’s only ever his father. and yet here you are—desk-bound and barely blinking—making him feel like he’s overstayed his welcome—in his own kingdom, mind you.

oh. he’s gonna give you hell.

ceo! satoru, who makes it his personal mission to get under your skin. so, he starts dropping by your office more often. for no real reason—papers he could’ve emailed, questions he already knows the answers to. 

“hey miss secretary,” he drawls, dragging the words like velvet across glass. “miss me?”

he pushes. you push back. he reroutes your calendar and you reroute his meetings. he leaves three unsigned forms on your desk just to watch you chase him down the hallway with your heels clicking like gunfire.

“try doing your job sometime,” you hiss. 

satoru lives for the moments you slip. he’s used to women shrinking beneath his name. you don’t shrink—you scowl. and it’s addicting. because all that politeness you wear in front of his father is paper-thin around him, and your patience is stretched tight over something sharper. 

ceo! satoru, who notices you’ve been late three times this week. not by much—seven minutes, ten at most. but still, late. unusual for someone like you.

you—who normally arrives fifteen minutes early. you—who color-codes schedules and double-checks logistics like it’s second nature. you—who never lets a single thread unravel.

“this company runs on discipline, not excuses,” his father lectures you. “apologies sir… my babysitter has a habit of running late.”

and just like that, the room changes. 

ceo! satoru, who said nothing at the time—just watched. you’re a single mom? he’s thinking about the way you never mentioned a child. the way you never once asked for accommodations. the way you kept your head down and your performance sharp, even when your personal life clearly wasn’t giving you much room to breathe. and for the first time, he wonders if he’s been looking at you all wrong.

because it’s easy to call someone uptight until you realize they’re holding the world together with both hands and no help.

you square your shoulders, taking his father’s lecture like you were used to it. why did it seem like you had practice with swallowing apologies you didn’t owe? that doesn’t sit well with him…

ceo! satoru, who didn’t see it coming. not really. one moment his father is mid-sentence, gesturing over untouched steak and quarterly projections. the next, there’s a tremor in his voice—a hand that doesn’t settle, a breath that doesn’t finish. silver clattering to the floor. staff rushing in. panic rising in the air like heat.

he doesn’t remember the walk to the ambulance, only the stillness of his own father’s body.

ceo! satoru, who knows the answer before the doctor speaks. it’s in the look. the way the nurse steps back. the way no one can meet his gaze.

“it was a heart attack… i’m sorry. he didn’t make it.”

he nods. once. what is he supposed to do—to feel? he doesn’t know what to mourn. the father he feared? the man he resented? the stranger who lived down the hall of his own childhood? the man who spent his entire life, trying to mold him—now undone by something even he couldn’t control. 

there was no grand ending. no dramatic farewell. just silence. 

and satoru—left with all the noise that came after.

ceo! satoru, who stares down at the stipulation in his father’s will like it’s a ghost. and honestly? maybe it is. maybe this is how his father haunts him—not with memories, but with demands.

to inherit full control of gojo corp and the family estate, satoru must be married. with a child. within one year.

he blinks once, then laughs—quiet, disbelieving. of course. of course the man who never trusted him in life wouldn’t trust him in death. control, even from the grave—his father’s final move, final manipulation.

ceo! satoru, who isn’t prepared when it’s you who offers a solution. no dramatics, no buildup—just a simple, “let’s get married.” it takes him a full breath to process it. a fake marriage. a clean deal. a contract that helps you both. 

you—already a mother, already the picture-perfect illusion his father wanted him to build. you—who has everything the will demands, and nothing he’s ever had to pretend to want. for a moment, he’s stunned into silence. because you’re not offering him love, you’re offering him freedom.

ceo! satoru, who doesn’t trust easily, but maybe he trusts you? because you’ve never wanted anything from him, never asked for his attention. you’re practical. smart. tired in the same way he is (he’s just better at hiding it).

and sure, maybe what you’re offering isn’t customary. no emotional attachments, no strings. just terms, signatures and survival. it’s not what his father would have wanted. but fuck it, that’s the point.

ceo! satoru, who is not prepared for the way you kiss him at a public event. he tells himself it was just the heat of the moment, knowing you only kissed him to play your role. he tries to conveniently ignore the way your lips part first, slipping your tongue in, sighing against his mouth, leaning into him like you’re his—like he fucking owns you.

but… this is just a charade, marriage of convenience—nothing more. shit. then why the fuck is he rock hard remembering the taste of you?

ceo! satoru, who only meant to jerk off to you once—just to get it out of his system, okay?! clearly that’s all he needs right? he lasts maybe five minutes before he’s groaning your name, hips lifting as he’s spilling cum all over his abs, shuddering as he fucks his own fist thinking about you. 

there. that’s it. out of his system—no more, right? (wrong)

ceo! satoru, who doesn’t know what’s worse—the fact that it happens again, or that it happens easier. it doesn’t take much now—just the sight of you leaning over the dining table in a robe, a bare leg bent, hair tangled from sleep. the curve of your neck when you tilt your head. the flash of skin when you reach for something too high.

what the fuck is wrong with him?!

you’re not even doing anything. not really. you’re just there—folded into his space like you belong there. moving barefoot through his estate in oversized sweaters and quiet hums, curling up on the couch without a clue what you’re doing to him.

ceo! satoru, who’s never felt this out of control. not in boardrooms. not in interviews. not even in the middle of his father’s most ruthless lectures. but with you? with you, it’s all unraveling—you’re like gravity.

and now it’s routine—fucking his hand to the thought of you, slipping into his bedroom, pants pushed down, fist tight around his twitching cock, muttering curses into his palm to keep from moaning too loud, because you’re always asleep in the room next door.

it’s just stress relief, he tells himself. a coping mechanism. a release.

taking care of a kid is harder than he expected. the pressure’s always building as ceo of gojo corp. and you—you’re always close. always soft. always there.

ceo! satoru, who imagines you on your knees, in his office, tucked under his desk like a dirty secret. he’s slapping his dick gently against your cheek, rubbing his precum all over your pretty little mouth, encouraging you to part your lips before feeding you his cock, inch by inch.

schlick. schlick. schlick.

his filthy faps echo off the bedroom walls—sprawled out on expensive sheets, cock flushed and leaking down his knuckles as his wrist works faster, panting, groaning, lost in the addicting image of you.

“s-shit—fuck—” he breathes, head tilting back, hips rocking forward. “j-just like that… so good f’me, baby… so fuckin’ good—”

your muffled moans would sound so cute, gagging around his cock, drool dripping down your chin as you blink up at him, teary and beautiful. he’d stroke your hair back, whispering praise, thrusting lazily down your throat.

“fuuuck—look at you, so pretty—s-shit…” he’s fraying at the edges, nearly breaking as his strokes grow faster, messier. “p-please—fuck, need it—need your mouth, please… just wanna—nngh…”

ceo! satoru, who fantasizes about cuming across your tongue—your eyes fluttering closed as he tells you to swallow. and you’d swallow it all, wouldn’t you? looking up at him with ruined lips, cum streaking your chin, smiling all coy with those pouty lips he dreams about every night.

“fuckfuckfuck—” his voice cracks, stomach tensing, cock jerking in his hand. “‘m gonna cum— ‘m gonna—fuck—" he gasps, hips lifting off the edge of the bed as his orgasm crashes through him like a tidal wave.

and it wrecks him.

cum spills over his fist in hot, desperate spurts, leaking between his fingers, dripping down his wrist, painting his abs, his shirt, his thighs in thick creamy streaks.

“g-god… yes… f-fuck, baby… f’you, all f’you…” he whimpers, eyes fluttering shut as your name slips from his lips, over and over again like a prayer.

ceo! satoru, who lies there afterward, sweating and spent, staring at the ceiling like it might tell him what the fuck he’s doing. you’re not actually his—you were never meant to be.  sure, you’re his wife, but only on paper, nothing more. so… why do the lines keep blurring? thinning. you’re already under his skin. already in his sheets. in his head. on your fucking knees every time he closes his eyes.

and it’s not just lust anymore.

it’s the sound of your voice when you’re half-asleep. the way you talk to your daughter in that soft, maternal tone, tugging at something deep in his chest. the gojo estate used to feel like a museum. all cold marble and high ceilings, every corner echoing with the absence of something warm. he never realized how empty it felt until you started filling it. slowly. quietly. without trying.

now there’s a pink toothbrush beside his in the bathroom. a collection of tiny socks and hair ties on the entryway table. a soft giggle in the morning light and the scent of syrup in the kitchen air.

your daughter’s toys spill out across the living room rug. your coat hangs next to his in the foyer. your voice carries down the hall like it belongs here.

he wants you like a home he never thought he deserved.

and... that’s the most terrifying part of all.

love is a transaction. intimacy? a liability. if he gives you everything—his time, his trust, the bruised, aching thing in his chest he swore no one could touch—what would you do? would you break him?

a/n. awww... for those that have read the fic it was fun to go back to the start of this story to see how far this pair has come 🥹 i figured ceo deserved his own headcanon, i love my pookie. chapter 10 is in the works. if you enjoyed this teaser consider checking out this fics full masterlist here! i will also be reopening this taglist.

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[dollbrbie]

♡ ⸝⸝ VACATION WITH YOUR SUGAR DADDY

featuring. barbie!reader & sugardaddy!gojo | smut mdni

sugardaddy!gojo who after a couple of months, decides to do something special for you - take you on vacation to one of your dream vacation spots in the caribbean.

sugardaddy!gojo who takes you out to dinner before showing you the two first class plane tickets, smiling when he hears your squeals of excitement and you grateful thank you’s.

sugardaddy!gojo who makes sure you have a whole new closet of clothes before your trip, buying you pretty bikinis he can ogle at on the beach.

sugardaddy!gojo who rents out a beautiful villa just for the two of you, surrounded by a beautiful white beach with pretty palm trees and a gorgeous view of the sunset.

sugardaddy!gojo who uses this time to finally relax from his highly demanding job as a ceo, getting to spend time with his favourite girl gorgeous sugar baby as he sips on fruity alcoholic beverages with you by his side on the beach.

sugardaddy!gojo who takes you to beautiful restaurants where you both try out new foods you haven’t before, coaxing you into swimming with sharks despite your whiny complaints.

sugardaddy!gojo who is surprisingly tame on the trip, his usual playful and funny personality replaced with a more relaxed and calm one.

sugardaddy!gojo who sometimes just admires you as he watches you from the beach, your smile bright as you play around with the salty water of the sea.

sugardaddy!gojo who absolutely adores sex with you in your shared room, the beautiful view shining through the large window next to the bed as you straddle gojo’s lap with his cock buried deep inside you.

sugardaddy!gojo who has his hand resting on the back of your neck as he attaches his lips against yours, slowly thrusting up, his tip occasionally kissing your cervix.

sugardaddy!gojo who’s way more gentle than usual, his words sweet like sugar as he praises you for taking him so well, how beautiful you look like this, like you always do.

sugardaddy!gojo who has you feeling different. you feel… more appreciated, more loved and cared for. and not in the typical gojo way where it’s financial but in an emotional way.

sugardaddy!gojo who as usual, gives you an explosive, intense orgasm - and you swear you heard a mumble of a ‘love you’ leave his lips… maybe you were just imagining it.

sugardaddy!gojo who cleans you up afterwards, giving you tender and gentle aftercare.

sugardaddy!gojo who doesn’t really understand why he’s doing this, why he’s being so affection. he knows he shouldn’t. he said it himself, no strings attached. but, he can’t help but feel so much adoration for you after spending these past months with you.

sugardaddy!gojo who by the end of the trip, you definitely feel something else for. you’re yet to fully acknowledge it, deciding to ignore the growing feeling in your heart for your own sanity. but, you can’t deny the smile that paints on your face when you look next to you at gojo sleeping figure on the plane, his face unusually peaceful.

sugardaddy!gojo who you start to realise you might have growing feelings for - feelings you definitely shouldn’t be having for your sugar daddy who specifically told you, no strings attached.

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[sugucide]

one thing about satoru gojo is that he's a freak.

he'll try anything once, and then three more times for good measure. anything! as long as it ends with him emptying his balls, prefer on or inside of you, he's a very happy man to entertain your weird requests.

this, though, is too weird!

"you want to have vanilla sex?" he gawks at you.

you're laying back on his bed, bare and smiling up at him as he climbs over you. he's hard, sure, but he's not flooded with the excitement of your usual ideas.

"why don't i put the collar back on?" he suggests tapping the tip of your nose. "oh! or we could play with those candles again... or you could make me squirt... no? roleplay? anal? some music, at least?"

you shake your head, and if you weren't so damn cute satoru might be more upset than he is. "you know," you start, "plenty of couples have plain sex regularly. i just want to feel you."

"we aren't like most couples," he grimaces. "im the strongest. and you're the sexiest. i don't think she's physically capable of having boring sex with you, baby."

"stop calling your dick a she," you stare up at him. "please? you said you'd try anything."

satoru kisses your lips gently, as boringly as he can do without getting too worked up. you are naked underneath him, after all. "i said that hoping you'd propose pegging me. or letting me put that dildo of yours down your throat while i—"

"just fuck me," you whisper.

and because satoru is secret a lover before he is a freak, he complies. with a gentle nod and a few seconds to line himself up with you, he pushes inside and lets you lock your legs around his waist before he starts a gentle pace with you.

it feels good, of course, it's you. but there's something sweet to the way he fucks you— no, makes love to you, that isn't there when gags and blindfolds and candle wax are in the way. it's just you and him, eyes locked as he becomes whole with you in the most intimate way possible.

he realises, when your eyes flutter shut and you pull him impossibly closer to whisper sweet nothings in his ear, that he might just like boring sex.

"i love you so much," he coos. "like having you like this. just us. god i love you, baby. i think i needed this."

the two of you cum in sync with eachother. you shake and tighten around his cock and he spills into you with sweet moans that sound a little more raw and vulnerable than they usually do. he kisses you silly, peppers his lips all over your face until you're laughing underneath him.

and he pulls back to look at your face, and nods to himself. you smile, and push his white hair out of his face with a gentle tilt of your head.

"what's that look for?" you ask.

and that's when you notice the tears welling in his eyes. the tremble of his lip as he recognises a million different feelings at once. and with a sniffle, and a shaky breath, he grins.

"let's get married."

[gojosconsort]

sex addict gojo whose obsessed with reader trying to have quickies whenever he's on break ?:3

SEX-ADDICT!SATORU is a menace, a six-foot-three sex addict with zero chill, and you’re his favorite fix. he’s got fifteen minutes before his next mission briefing, and he’s already cornering you in the staff room, blue eyes wild like he’s about to combust. “babe—c’mon, quickie, now,” he whines, hands pawing at your hips, tugging your shirt up like a kid unwrapping candy. his white hair’s a mess from earlier sparring, sticking to his sweaty forehead, and he’s panting—panting—like he ran a marathon just to get to you.

“satoru, we’re at work,” you hiss, swatting his hands, but he’s relentless, dropping to his knees, kissing your stomach like it’s a goddamn shrine. “five minutes—fuck, three, i’ll make it work,” he begs, voice muffled as he nuzzles your waistband, fingers fumbling with your zipper, “you don’t get it, i’m dying out there without you.” you snort, because he’s dramatic as hell—but it’s true—satoru can’t go an hour without trying to rail you or he’ll die, that he’s sure of.

he’s on break from exorcising curses, and instead of eating or, like, napping, he’s here, humping your leg like a horny puppy. “last time was ten minutes ago,” you deadpan, and he groans, loud and pathetic, “that was forever—my dick’s got abandonment issues now!” he’s yanking his blindfold off, tossing it away and those freakish eyes lock on you, pleading. “quickies are my love language, babe, don’t blue-ball me.”

you roll your eyes, but he’s already shoving his pants down, cock springing free—hard, leaking, and way too eager. “satoru, the door—”

“locked it with infinity, i’m a genius,” he cuts in, grinning like he’s cracked the code to life. he spins you, bending you over the table, hiking your skirt up with shaky hands. “fuck, you’re hot��gonna be so fast, promise,” he mutters, sliding into you with a choked moan, already thrusting like he’s racing the clock.

“two minutes left,” you tease, and he whimpers, “shit—don’t say that, i’ll cum too soon!” he’s slamming into you, desk creaking, papers flying, a desperate, hilarious mess. break’s over in a flash, and he’s still zipping up, whining, “next break—round two?” you laugh, but the desperate look in his eyes says he’d genuinely waste away without your pussy on speed dial.

[gojoscinnamonroll]

dating nerdy bf! gojo— everyone thinks your sweet little dork of a boyfriend is innocent, but little do they know how much of a horny freak he is, especially when you’re sitting on his lap in the library studying; his weakness.

you were too concentrated on jotting notes down to realize his hard length was poking you from underneath your skirt nor hear his breathing starting to become heavy until he moves your hair to the side and rasps in your ear, “baby…you look so beautiful when you’re focused.”

confused, you flip your head around to see your pathetic boyfriend in a complete haze– flushed cheeks, eyes full of hunger, lips glossy and red. “satoru, are you okay? need some water? a snack? we can take a bre–“ he cuts you off.

“no.” he breathed out, “what i need…” starting to grind up against your heat, “is to feel you around my cock.” groaning against your neck as his veiny hand snakes around the other side.

you can’t help but feel the slight warmth starting to take over your face once he begins grinding his aching dick back and forth against your throbbing cunt, the stimulation nearly bringing you over the edge until you realize the two of you were still in the library, bringing your shaky hand over your mouth to muffle your slight whimpers.

“toru, we can get introuble if someone catches us right now.” you quietly whine, “can we finish this first then we can go…” almost slipping out a moan when he bucks his hips into you even faster.

“no, can’t mmh wait, need you now.” he mewled out (almost) out loud, that you had to turn around to shush him with your hand and caught a glimpse of his fogged up, tilted eyeglasses almost falling off his face and his mouth dangling open.

the roll of his hips against you came to a halt as his body began to squirm underneath yours, his eyes rolling back and sweat starting to drip down the sides of his face as he pants again your hand, the tent in his pants now becoming a stained wet spot. “so sorry sweets i-“ profusely apologizing. you sigh and get up from his lap.

“yeah yeah, c’mon lets go before someone notices you stained your pants you nerd.”

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[lamefish]

when fratboy!satoru takes your virginity you kind of expect him to be an ass about it. he's cocky as it is, and has a habit of gassing himself up too much when it comes to his... skills in the bedroom. if you're not listening to him talk about how he's the strongest, you're listening to him talk about how he's the biggest.

being the only virgin of your friend group was starting to grate on you and... a small part of you might've wanted to find out if there's any bite to satoru's bark. it's not like the two of you were dating or anything, but you felt comfortable enough to walk up to him one day during lunch and ask, in front of his best friend:

"will you take my virginity?"

maybe you expected him to blush. or freeze up. or at least trip over his words. but instead, the stupid white-haired prick looked up at you with the most relaxed expression possible and shrugged.

"okay."

and that's how you ended up here, sitting criss-cross applesauce on his messy dorm-room bed with his tongue halfway down your throat. a few empty cans of beer and abandoned cheat sheets lay strewn over his floor, and you hate yourself for letting this be the backdrop of your entry into the sex-having life.

but you can’t hate yourself for long because as he runs a hand up your thigh and under your skirt, you start to feel more excited than you thought you’d feel. he pushes you back, slots his knee between your thighs and bites at your bottom lip before trailing down to your throat.

still, it’s satoru, so when he pushes your panties to the side and feels just how wet you are for him, he laughs. “you get this wet when you touch yourself or is all of this just for me?”

“shut up,” you groan as he nips at the skin of your throat and gently runs his finger through your folds and up to your clit. you’re surprised he knows where your clit is, even.

and he’s not wrong—you’ve never been wet like this before. you can feel just how damp the fabric of your panties are you as satoru pulls them down your thighs and hikes your skirt up to get a clearer look at your soaked cunt.

“pretty,” he licks his lips. “wannna taste her, that okay baby?”

his eyes search yours for consent and you’re stunned for a moment as he waits for ‘enthusiastic consent’. you didn’t expect this sort of check-in from a frat boy. your nod seems enthusiastic enough to him, but just for clarity—“use your words.”

“yes. please, gojo.”

“satoru,” he corrects you. “want to hear that name when you cum on my tongue. cant believe no ones tasted her before.”

the use of referring to your pussy as ‘her’ is odd but quickly overlooked when he delves into your pussy like he’s dehydrated. tongue flat against your heat just to flex and circle around your clit. he sucks and bites a little and pulls you to your first orgasm in nasty speeds.

you cum on his tongue whilst his eyes bore into yours from between your thighs. white hair pulled out of his face by your hand as you tug the strands in hopes that he’ll stop licking at your overstimulated clit. it takes until you’re shaking for him to finally pull back and free his angry cock from his pants.

you think you gasp when you see it. he said he was big but you didn’t think he was a truthful man in the slightest. his cock is so heavy it doesn’t even stand at full mast—it fights gravity. satoru sees the look on your face and instead of sporting a shit-eating grin like you expect, he climbs over you and presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

“let’s stop here?” he asks. “we could watch a movie. oooh what about die hard?”

you giggle, your nerves melting a little at his words. “i’m okay, i want this. i am not graduating as a virgin.”

satoru snorts and, after rolling a condom on, gently pries your legs apart enough for him to slot his wait in between them. he guides your ankles to link behind his back and slowly runs the tip of his cock through your slick folds. “tell me if you need me to stop,” he says. “just relax. i’ve got you, baby.”

you actually manage to relax a little, focus on the feeling of being stretched as satoru slowly pushes into you until his tip is completely hidden in your cunt. it’s uncomfortable, but not unbearable. “keep going.”

one of his long fingers dips down to rub soft circles over your clit to relax you a little more as he pushes deeper. you’ve never felt so full, so sore yet desperate for more… you wonder if it’s always going to feel like this, or if it’s just because satoru is the one breaking you open to find pleasure in your insides.

he lets out a pretty moan as he bottoms out inside of you, the weight of his heavy balls resting against your ass as he stills and catches your lips in a wet kiss. his tongue slips into your mouth, runs over your teeth and pushes against your tongue as he slowly draws out of you and then, with a grunt that you taste, snaps his hips forwards into you.

that hurts, but there’s an odd stitch of pleasure in the way he’s broken you open. “sorry,” he speaks against your lips. “it’s better that i just got it out of the way, it can start feeling real good soon. gonna make you cum on my cock, baby. you want that?”

you nod, eyes staring into his as your foreheads meet. satoru nods back, licking his lips and smiling. “yeah? you wanna be stuffed full, huh? always knew you were filthy. but i’m the only one that gets to see it.”

his arrogance pulls at your lips. “until i fuck the next guy.”

snap. his cock splits you open at that, and though you wince and screw your face us, you’re letting out moans made for porn too. his finger on your clit starts working a little faster as he draws back again just to drive into you even harder.

“no,” he dips his head down to bite at your neck. “not until you fuck the next guy. i mean you can try, baby, but it’s not happening.”

“ngh, what do you mean?”

another thrust into you sends you further up the bed. you’re sure you look a mess but satoru looks down at you with such wide blown eyes that you could be convinced you’re from the heavens. “not giving you up that easy,” he groans. “you know, i fucked someone last week just because they had your name. got to moan it without being slapped. again.”

your hand flies up to his chest, almost in an attempt to slow his now mean pace. “wait you—ngh god—you like me?”

“i’m far fucking past like,” he moans, hips starting to stutter. any discomfort has faded into glorious pleasure. your stomach starts to tighten again and you know you’re close enough that he’s going to try and time your orgasms. “you’re so perfect. so much better than i imagined.”

your eyes roll back a little at the thought of satoru fucking his fist late at night to the thought of you. how nonchalant he was when you asked him to take your virginity, you wonder if he went home last night and stroked himself to the sheer anticipation of being inside of you.

“satoru i’m gonna—”

he cuts you off with a deep kiss. it’s sex and want and lust, but it’s also soft in a way you can’t describe—maybe even a little anxious after his confession. it might just be his pending orgasm, but you swear his lips tremble between yours.

his cock throbs as he drills it into you, hits your most sensitive spot with every single thrust. it’s like he already has you mapped out, because you’re both cumming in tandem with each other before long.

a part of you aches to feel his cum spill into you instead of the condom he wears, to be claimed and filled by his seed over and over. would he fuck it back into you? clean you off with his talented tongue? would he plug you with his cock until he’s ready to overfill you with a second load?

he moans into your mouth and pulls back a little to revel in your fucked out expression. your legs still wrap around his waist, boxing him in and keeping him close. you worry that in typical frat boy fashion he’ll make an excuse and run off to recount the fuck with his friends. but satoru pecks at your lips, then your chin, then down your neck again.

“what are you doing?” you ask, vision slightly blurred from the intensity of your orgasm.

“gonna make you cum again,” he smiles against your skin. “didn’t you hear?”

“hear what?”

he pulls back to look at you, a soft smile pulling at his pretty lips. “that if you cum at least five times when you lose your virginity, you’ll fall in loooove.”

[writtenapoiogy]

sudden desire | chapter one >>> next chapter

satoru gojo x f!reader (18+) SMUT, angst, & fluff

art by linobii_

chap wc; 4.2k

chap warnings; nsfw, 18+, smut, MINORS DNI, making out, implied sex, dry humping, oral (f receiving), fingering, dirty talk, protected sex, praise kink, some degradation in there too..., miscommunication, talk about feelings, angst, some yelling, some stuff i probably forgot!

a/n; hiiii so i had some time off work and was just able to write and im so glad i was able to get this out! i always get shy about my writing right when i post it so please comment and leave some love if you enjoy it!! thank you!<333

You were laid out on your couch in nothing but an old t-shirt and your underwear. Phone in one hand and wine glass in the other. You scrolled through the bridal party group chat as you sipped on your favorite wine. Your best friend and soon to be sister in law, Mira, had just sent the link for your bridesmaid dresses. And yes you heard that right, your best friend was getting married to your brother.

You were extremely excited for them and expected this when they told you that they were seeing each other two years ago. Your brother, Suguru, thought you’d be furious with him but you were extremely happy for the both of them. You’d seen them both go through terrible relationships and this was like a breath of fresh air.

You also couldn’t be mad when you were actively sleeping with your brothers best friend, Satoru, for the past few months now could you?

You don’t even know how it happened really. You were out drinking with them and then Satoru had offered to take you home since you were a little tipsy. Then you were in his car on your way home and you were stealing what you thought were just mere glances but you were actually staring at him with nothing but lust behind your eyes.

And Satoru believed himself to be strong but right in that moment, when his eyes met yours, you rendered him weak. A sudden desire shivered through his entire being.

Satoru turned the car off and pulled the key out of the ignition. “Don’t look at me like that..”

You felt emboldened by the alcohol floating through your system so you moved closer to him—your face mere inches away from his. “Why not? Hmm?” You ran your thumb underneath the sleeve of his shirt, so that you were caressing his skin.

He tempted himself and looked down at you, his piercing blue eyes met you lust laden one’s. Your puffy lips begged to be kissed. Your flushed face. Pleading eyes. ‘Because of Suguru.’ He wanted to say but to hell with him when you were looking at him this desperately.

“And don’t say because of Suguru… Cause he isn’t here.” You brought your hand up to the back of his head and ran your fingers down his undercut. “Oh, c’mon, ‘Toru.”

He surged forward and pressed his lips against yours, placing his hands alongside your cheeks. Your eyes fluttered shut and you brought your hands over his. You couldn’t help the moan that slipped from your lips at his spontaneity.

Satoru immediately pulled away from you and placed his hand to his mouth. “I’m sorry.” He couldn’t cross that line.

You frowned. “Why are you sorry?”

“Because you’re drunk and-,” You shut him up by placing your lips against his again. Your hands sat on his face this time. He faltered before placing his hands on your hips and griping the fabric of your skirt as the kiss deepened. This is something Satoru has thought about countless times since you went to college and broke out of your shell.

“I’m not drunk. I’m not sober, but I’m not drunk.” You giggled against his lips and he felt his heart stutter. “You wanna walk me in?”

“Of course.” He stumbled out of the car. As you waited for him to open the door for you, you took a deep breath. Did that really just happen?

Satoru opened the passenger door and held his hand out to you like the gentleman he is. An electrifying shock ran through the both of you when you placed your hand in his.

You walked up to your apartment door with the tall man trailing closely behind you. The closer you got to the door the more nervous you got. You didn’t know where this was going but you liked the way it started.

You slowly unlocked your door and cracked it just slightly before turning around to face your brothers best friend. “Would you like to to come in?”

The last time he was in your apartment was four months ago when you had moved in and even then he wasn’t there with you alone, Suguru was there too—he was always there. “Do you want me to come in?” He brought his hand to the back of his head, playing with his hair nervously. He didn’t want you to feel like you had to do something you didn’t want to.

Your eyes moved from his striking blues down to his plush pink lips. “Yeah.” You smirked and gripped the front of his shirt, dragging him into your apartment.

Satoru did tell Suguru he would get you home safe and well you are home and safe. He pushed you against the door by your shoulders than his hands caged you between him and the door. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes.” You’d been fantasizing about this man since you were sixteen years old. Of course your answer was yes.

“Are you sure?” He said in a hushed tone, moving your hair behind your shoulder. “Cause once I get my hands on you I won’t be able to stop myself.”

His words went straight down to your core. “Yeah…” You placed your hands on his chest. “I’m sure.”

Satoru placed one hand on your lower back and the other on the back of your head and brought you completely up against him. His mouth immediately found your lips in a slow searing kiss. Hs tongue slipped in and graced yours.

You moaned as you became pliant in his hands. You opened your lips letting his tongue delve deeper into your warm mouth.

The night faded into sexual sounds and sensual touches as he brought you to the finish line more than three times. Once you were both spent and wrapped in your sweaty sheets the realization settled in.

What just happened?

What this would mean for you. For the both of you.

You both laid there in silence. The only sound coming from your fan in the corner of the room.

“Suguru can’t find out.” Satoru spoke into the silence.

“I know.” You considered something else. “What does this mean for….me and you.” You felt shy all of the sudden like this man didn’t just have you in the most intimate way.

“I don’t think I can go back to being just casual with you.” And he truly couldn’t, not after having your taste on his tongue. He considered himself ruined.

“I don’t think I can either.. I don’t want to.”

At that he finally turned and looked at you. Admiring your flushed cheeks and swollen lips. “Well, um, we don’t have to?”

You turned your head to meet his gaze, “What do you mean?”

The white haired man placed his hand on your cheek and dragged his thumb down across your bottom lip. “How would you feel about a friends with benefits situation?"

This wasn’t something you ever thought about. But much wouldn’t change, right? “If only you’re exclusively sleeping with me, Satoru. And always use protection. I also don’t want to deal with a pregnancy right now. I’m on birth control but I just graduated and I have so much of my life ahead of me. And I’m rambling.. I just want to be safe.”

Satoru smiled and placed a kiss to your forehead before following with a salute to you. “Scouts honor!”

You giggled at his silly behavior then your features softened to a more serious look. “I’ve never done something like this before.”

“Me neither, but, hey whats the worst that can happen?”

You could fall deeply in love with Satoru Gojo. That, that is one thing that could happen.

The key turning in your lock brought you back from your reminiscence.

“Oh. Boo,” Satoru frowned, “you started without me.” He said as he looked at the open wine bottle and your nearly empty glass.

“This is me giving you a head start ‘Toru. Half a glass for me is like two full ones for you.” You spoke nonchalantly. A few things on your mind. Your future. Your love life and the fact that its borderline nonexistent. Could you even consider what you and Satoru had apart of your love life?

He kicked his shoes off at the door and took his jacket off, “I am not that much of a light weight.”

He walked over to you and took in the expression on your face. He placed his hand delicately on your chin and tilted your head up. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

“Stuff..” You should really tell him whats bothering you but you couldn’t find the words. Not when he’s standing in front of you. Looking at you in that way. Oh so caring. He’s everything you’ve ever wanted. But you don’t know how to get out of this routine you’d built together.

The casualness of it all. He practically lived with you but you’re just friends right? Friends who fuck when the need arises. He’s your brothers best friend for gods sake. And then again your best friend is marrying your brother. You couldn’t help but let that give you a glimmer of hope.

“Well let me help take your mind off stuff, yeah?” He leaned down and placed a kiss on your soft lips.

You nodded and Satoru plopped down on the couch right beside you. He grabbed your arm and tugged. “C’mere”

You gladly crawled into his lap and ran your nails up his undercut. Receiving a soft hum from him. His hands met your hips and he slowly started to grind your hips against his, making your barely covered crotch rub roughly on his clothed half-hard cock.

You bit down on your lip desperately trying to conceal your moans. You were moaning like this over some dry humping how pathetic. You brought your head down to his shoulder and mewled as you joined him by grinding down harder on his length.

Satoru let out a deep chuckle. “So what had you in deep thought, baby?” Baby, that damn pet name. He went from calling you kid every time he saw you to whispering that in your ear during times he shouldn’t. Times when the two of you were right next to your brother. Even times when you weren’t fucking which just made the pet name that more intimate.

And each time he said it made your underwear dampen and your heart flutter all at once.

“M-my future,” you sputtered out in between little whimpers you let out every time his cock nudged your touch starved clit.

“What you got to worry about? Hmm?” He said breathlessly.

“I’m-mmm,” you had begun but you cut yourself off when a moan threatened to leave you agape mouth. “Mm runnin’ out of time.”

“Time for what my smart girl?” Your walls clamped down on absolutely nothing when the endearing term left his lips. “You have an amazing job. A stunning apartment. You got me. Seems like you got everything you need, baby.” He thrusted his hips up roughly towards the end of his statement.

How could you possibly not take his words as absolute? When this felt so right. His words numbing your brain and his cock sending shivers up your spine. “N-need. Mmmm. Need you i-in me, ‘Toru.”

“That right?” He rasped against your ear. “C’mon needy, lay your head back on the arm rest for me.” And you listened as he guided you out of his lap and onto the couch.

Satoru was quick to place himself in between your legs. He sat on his knees in front of you. He lifted one of your legs and kissed the crevice underneath your knee all the way down to your clothed core. You took a sharp inhale as you waited for his next move then he smirked at you as he moved and repeated his ministrations on your other leg.

This time when he came into contact with your heat you lifted your hips and rubbed your covered clit against his nose.

Satoru chuckled at your eagerness. “Wine always makes you so slutty…” You couldn’t help but giggle at his words. He dragged his finger down the lace covering your slit. “Yeah? My little slut.” You felt yourself dampen at his words. He latched his index and middle fingers underneath the side of your underwear and tugged.

He threw the flimsy piece of fabric behind him and placed a sweet kiss to your clit.

A gasp escaped from your lips when he dragged his tongue from your sopping wet entrance to your clit. He greedily wrapped his lips around the sensitive bud and started to lightly suck. He groaned at the taste of you on his tongue.

You laced your fingers through his pillow soft hair as he continued to assault your cunt with his devious tongue. Over the time you two had been sleeping together he came to know your body very well.

He spat on your cunt and watched it trickle down to you needy hole before he inserted two of his lengthy digits into your wet heat—instantly hitting that spot deep inside of you. You had to throw your hand over your mouth to stop a scream from ringing in the room.

He pumped his fingers in tandem with his tongue lapping at your clit. Satoru brought his unoccupied hand up to swat yours away from your mouth.

He brought you to the edge so fast you barely had time to keep up. As you finally tipped over the peak—your pleasure ripped through your body. Your thighs begun to shake and a sultry moan slipped off your tongue.

Satoru slowly removed his fingers from you once your first orgasm of the night had subsided. He climbed up your body and kissed you with all teeth and tongue.

He made your body feel like it was on fire. Every where his lips touched, his hands touched. The fire he lit within you was all consuming. And you would gladly let it consume you. You would let him consume you.

He pushed himself up and you trailed your lips down his jaw and neck as he reached over to grab a condom out of the side table. You quickly made work of freeing him from the confines of his pants. He chuckled at how needy you were for him.

“Fuck.” A sharp gasp fell from his pink lips when your soft hand wrapped around his length. You started to drag the head of his uncovered cock through your folds and his hips jutted. “Y-you can’t do that.”

“Why not,” you pouted. You’ve contemplated forgoing a condom multiple times but better judgment always won.

He shuffled around so that he was level with your face and he moved your hand so he could roll the condom down his length. “Because it already takes everything in me not to fuck you bare. Per your request.” He responded as he lifted your right leg straight up so that your ankle was next to his neck.

If you were mine it wouldn’t matter. You so desperately wanted to say. You lost your train of thought when he began to sink into you. You couldn’t help the gasp that fell from your mouth at the stretch of him entering you. Even with him preparing you, he was still quite large.

His grip on your thigh tightened when he bottomed out. He sat still for a second, letting you adjust. His eyes stayed on yours as he finally started to move—taking you apart piece by piece.

“S-shit,” you moaned. The position he had you in was almost too much. It felt too good. He was hitting that sweet spot inside of you with each thrust. Your hands flew to his shirt and balled the fabric in between your hands as some sort of leverage.

“You feel so good, baby. Always feel so good f’me.” His free hand that wasn’t gripping your thigh fell in between your legs and started to rub tantalizing circles around your sensitive clit. Satoru’s eyes soon followed his hand as he watched his cock fuck its way in and out of your tight cunt. That delicious push and pull. The sight pushed him embarrassingly close to his edge.

He picked up the pace of his thrusts and his thumb against your clit and the most obscene noises started to flow off your tongue. “Sat-ah! Oh, fuck.” Your eyes slammed shut as it all became too much. The feeling of him inside your slick walls, the smell of him, of the both of you, his eyes—his everything. “Mmm, you feel so good. So big.”

“Yeah? You close?” He huffed out after a deep groan erupted from him. He was close and he could tell you were too. “Open your eyes. Let me see you, pretty.”

You pryed your eyes open and he leaned down closer into your space. He hovered right over your face, his lips ghosting over yours. “There she is. That’s my girl.”

You mewled at his words. “I lo-,” You could barely speak with the sounds that were leaving your mouth. “I love-, Fuck!”

“You love my dick? Hm, baby?”

And yes, you were about to say those three little words. And you always are. You always had to stop yourself from saying I love you. But how could you not when he was looking at you like that, talking to you in that sweet and caring way. When he’s fucking you that deeply, borderline making love to you.

He started to piston his hips into you, “I’m so fucking close.” The squelching from your pussy was getting worse and that let him know you were right there with him. The head of his cock was repeatedly hitting your gspot and your walls started to flutter around him.

“Satoru!” You practically screamed as you came, hard. He followed your release shortly as he let out a groan into your mouth.

He held you still and close as he filled the condom with his come, forever wishing he was filling you up instead.

But you were right then and it is something he always remembers. You deserve to have a family with someone worthy and he was not. Satoru doesn’t think he’d ever be worthy or deserving of love from you. That you would even think to love someone as broken as him.

He slowly pulled out of you with a hiss. The white haired man placed a tender kiss to your forehead before he pulled away.

He went to the bathroom to toss the condom and get a cloth to clean you both up and when he came back you were fast asleep. Satoru couldn’t help but admire your soft features. He felt a slight pang in his heart as he realized that this wouldn’t be his forever.

The next morning you woke in a daze. You went from being on the couch to your bed. Assuming Satoru carried you there, no doubt.

You dragged yourself out of the bed and headed to your bathroom to get ready for the day. And that is when your brain started to bother you again.

The two of you had been doing this for two years now. He was everywhere in your apartment, his toothbrush, his stupid mint mouthwash that you couldn’t help but taste every time you kissed him. You could smell his body wash in the air.

That is exactly why you always caught yourself almost confessing your love to him. The normalcy of it all. The way you two moved when no one was around was exactly that of a couple. But you would be a fool to think he felt the same way. At the end of the day, you were still his best friends little sister and just an easy lay.

You sat down at your island with a cup of coffee and your laptop in front of you, the shopping cart with your bridesmaid dress loaded up. You would marry Satoru, that much you were sure of. You would start a family with him. You wanted it all with him.

As you finished out the transaction, you got a text from Satoru.

satoru ;p: You down to watch a movie tonight? And this time we can actually watch the movie.

You found yourself smiling at his text but you needed to have a talk with him. This was putting a mental toll on you. A ‘will they wont they’ in your own life and it was getting a little frustrating.

Best case scenario is he’s willing to take that leap with you and you tell Suguru and everyone’s happy for you.

Worst case scenario is he doesn’t want to take that leap with you and you two break things off.

or Worst worst case scenario is he does want to take that leap and Sugurus not happy about it.

That’s not that bad? Right? You could live with that. And you could at least give it a try. Or else you’d be stuck in this limbo.

you: yeah and i need to talk to you about something

On the other side of town Satoru was spinning around in his desk chair, his nerves were through the roof.

Did you find someone?

Were you about to end this agreement?

He knew this would happen one day. He just didn’t expect it to happen right now.

You were sitting on your couch waiting for Satoru to come over. Eight o’clock tonight he said. And it was eight fifteen, but who were you to assume he’d be on time.

When he finally walked in you greeted him at the door, “Hey.” He placed a kiss on your forehead as he took off his shoes.

“Movie first or talk first?” A nervous chuckle followed his statement.

You started to fidget with the bracelet on your wrist. Your favorite piece of jewelry, actually. The one Satoru had gotten you for you last birthday. You were nervous too.

You didn’t want this to end but the line between just sleeping together and actually being together started to blur and that was a dangerous thing. “Can we talk first?”

He nodded, “Go ahead.”

You didn’t know what to say. You tried to plan before he got here but just thinking about it made you anxious. “Is this still just sex to you?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean this,” you move your hand back and forth between the two of you. “Us.”

“I mean what we have is always gonna be different than a regular hook up. We’re friends.” Satoru answered.

“Satoru you have clothes here. Your toothbrush too. I even by that specific mouthwash you like just so you have it here. We cook together. And we kiss and makeout and fuck. Does that not feel like more to you.”

Of course it does. That first moment he kissed you it did. “Does it have to?”

You felt your heart crack at his words. He doesn’t view this the same as you. You were realizing that much. “It does to me. And I want more than that. I want you.”

“We can’t.” He ran his hands up and down his face in frustration.

“Or you mean you don’t want to.”

He said your name softly. “That’s not what I’m saying. We can’t. We can’t go farther than this.”

“Why. Give me one good fucking reason why we can’t if you want this too.”

“Suguru.”

You scoffed at his response. “Of course. I should’ve known, right. I should’ve known it would always come back to that. To him.”

“I can’t betray him like that.” He couldn’t lose the one person whose been family to him through it all. But that just might mean he’ll lose the best thing that ever could’ve happened to him—you.

“If that’s how you see it then news flash Satoru, you already have.” You shoved your index fingers against his chest. “That first night we slept together. That night when you came into my bed and fucked me you betrayed him.” You words were filled with fierce venom. You didn’t think before you spoke and you were hurting him. Of course that isn’t what you wanted but you were so tired of that being what was getting in the way of you two.

“So that’s it then?” Now he’s the one motioning between the two of you. “Our agreement. This relationship is done?”

“Satoru, I’m twenty-three. My best friend who is my age is getting married. I’m already behind. I can’t keep wasting my time being a secret when I could be falling in love and starting a family. If this isn’t what you want. If I’m not what you want, then yeah. It’s done.”

“Okay.” Satoru nodded his head and slipped his shoes back on. He headed back to his car and sat there as a few hot tears slid down his cheek. He just lost the best thing he never had and he knew that but he didn’t know what else he was supposed to have done.

You stood there for a few moments in the silence before you decided to call it a night and head to bed. Your tears flooded your pillow that night as you thought of what could’ve been. A life with Satoru. But you needed to do what was best for you.

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౨ৎ satoru hates the idea of cock-warming. he thinks it's pointless, getting the opportunity to be in you, and not even bothering to make the most of it.

his idea of making the most, well, it would consist only of fucking you so hard, you won't be able to move the next day. that's what good boyfriends do, right?

"good boyfriends do whatever their girlfriend asks them to do," you counter.

satoru whines in response, looking up at you. all pretty, you're seated in his lap, as he lays on the bed. strands of white hair fall into his eyes, and you brush them away.

he pouts, "i am a good boyfriend." satoru's getting impatient, wanting to just feel your snug cunt around him. his throbbing cock sits hard on his stomach, red-tipped and leaky.

"then, please?" drawing out the syllables, you give him the best you can: puppy eyes. he caves. instantly.

grumbling, "fine. i guess you can put her in you. willingly choose not to move, too, or whatever."

you clap your hands, emerging victorious. you're not willing to test your luck, though, not commenting on the fact that you've told him multiple times not to refer to his penis with she/her pronouns.

he groans as you sink onto him, his thick length pushing past your spongey walls. there's a filthy squelching that fills the room, paired with your quiet whimpers.

satoru's hands grip your hips, fingers digging into the flesh. "shit, pretty girl, tight 'n' wet f'me. taking me s'good." his words slur into one another, lost in the depths of arousal.

there's always a certain amount of self-control it takes, to not immediately cum the second he's all the way in. "'toru," you murmur, accidentally clenching around him.

"fuck," he mutters, "you can't do that, squeeze your little pussy like that, if you aren't gonna do anything about it."

"sorry," you say, sheepish. his eyes flutter shut, a hum dismissing the apology.

"now, what? just... stay like that?" satoru tilts his head at you, questioningly. sassy, if you may add. he just really can't believe you'd rather be doing this.

shifting above him, you lean down, resting your head on his bare chest. "yeah. isn't it nice?"

his arms wrap come up, to wrap around your waist. there's a beat of silence from him. begrudgingly, your rigid boyfriend shrugs, "maybe."

you're too content to roll your eyes. he wouldn't admit it, but satoru was filled with love, in this moment. his shoulders relax, and his entire body seems to ease, a breath of satisfaction leaving him. he feels at peace. he's always at peace, when he's with you, but this is different.

more real. more raw.

it's incredibly intimate. he feels like he's a part of you, like there's nothing keeping you separated. satoru inhales your scent, holding you just a little tighter.

"baby, i love you," he whispers, voice thick with emotion.

you smile against him, "i love you, too, 'toru."

to say the least, cock-warming is his new favorite thing. there is no sitting beside him on the couch anymore, not when you're alone. no laying next to each other on bed, either.

if he was clingy before, he's a monster now. if you're near, he wants to be inside you. not to have sex, but just to rest. it's not like you're complaining, anyways. at the end of the day, you're down bad for him, just as much as he is for you.

[madamechrissy]

Baby You're a Star - Chapter two preview

Spoilers- don't read if you haven't read Chap one!

Pairings- Pornstar Satoru x shy f!reader

Warnings- Fingering, oral (f recieving) Satoru being very into consent and a lil freak, reader being cute and falling- and lots of saying 'fuck' bc I do that - based on these Pornstar Satoru hcs

This may be out sooner than two weeks, as they're driving me INSANE, so here is a preview for now <3 I'll keep you all updated when the next is coming out!

It’s not just his skill, how good his thick finger feels inside of you, how beautiful his lidded eyes are, it’s the energy emitting from his being, with every exhale, how he looks at you underneath him. You gasp as he hits a spot deep inside your slick walls, making you see white hot stars for just a moment, soft cry escaping your lips, you’re so wet you can hear it, the squelching of your cunt so loud in his penthouse.

But it’s not just how good it feels, you know it’s something more, how Satoru looks at you like you’re the prettiest thing there is, like you’re all there is. His other hand strokes your hair back, as your thigh hitches up over his hip, allowing him to sink deeper with an impossibly long finger now. The way he feels, his weight on you, everything about him overwhelming all your senses.

“Look at you, fuck…” His soft murmur causes his hot breath to brush your lips, you taste just how sweet he is, your hands gripping his expensive shirt, as your eyes roll back with how his fingers hit. “There you go, feel her pulsing around me, can you take two sweetheart?”

“They’re thick…” He chuckles now, cocky in his little grin, pulling one out to suck it off, and your throat goes dry, seeing his cheeks hollow, and his own eyes fluttering shut as he moans.

“It tastes so sweet, god.” He sucks his other clean finger, tapping your thigh now. “Relax, if you can’t we’ll go back to one, okay?”

“Y-yes.” You’re so cute laid under him, the little squeak when he slips two into your tight little cunt making him chuckle. “You’re laughing at me.”

“You’re so adorable. Sorry.” He’s smiling at your half assed little glare, but you’re all flustered, your cheeks heated to the touch when he presses his lips on one, sinking both fingers in now, making you cry out at the stretch. “Loosen up, sweets, relax. Just feel it.”

Just feel.

But you feel too much.

Fuck.

You nod as he leans up, dying to yank his lips down on yours, craving the connection even as he eases you to relax, to take more of him, and when you do, when you’re that full, your moans get throatier, cunt slicker. He exhales as he feels it, as he watches you, easing back to shove that skirt higher up, to look at your little hole sucking him in so greedily.

“God I wanna bury my fucking face in her, can I?” Your lips part in a gasp, when he’s laying prone between your thighs, easing his fingers out to spread your lips, watching your little hole wink and twitch as it leaks more of your arousal out of it.

“Y-you do?” He smirks now, soft tousled hair falling over his brow, you brush it back then, making him even harder, cock twitching in response to that, as he inhales your scent.

“I would die to have you cum all over my face, drown me in it.” Who is he. He’s insane and ruining you. “Your cunt is even fucking cute.”

“How can it be cute?” He’s chuckling again, breathing against you, and yours comes faster, breasts rising and falling in your open sweater.

“They can be cute, especially yours.” He smacks a kiss on it - ‘muah’ making you giggle then, instantly relaxing, as you realize…

You trust him.

He’s a stranger, but fuck if it doesn’t feel like you’ve known this insane man forever, exhaling and spreading your thighs more, he notices the action, you relaxing under his palms, earning more of him dying to enter you. But he has this feeling, that once he does?

You’ll fucking ruin him.

Your taste alone is sweeter than any wine he’s had, the most corny shit he should not come up with in his sex addled mind, but you make him think of more, of every reaction of your pretty body. How you cry out, your sighs, the way your hips shift now, your little hands gripping his shoulders, nails pressing in, making him vividly picture how good it’ll feel when they’re raking down his back.

“You want it, hmm sweets?” He asks again, kissing higher, sighing as he nears you, feels your heat against his face. You nod then, shyly, and he leans up a bit, pressing one more kiss over your hood, chin brushing your needy little clit. “I need explicit consent, enthusiastic consent before we go further.”

Fuck he’s perfect.

You’re playing a dangerous game, you already feel yourself falling into the unreal swirling blue storms of the eyes looking up at you, from between your thighs. Your hands relax then, cupping his cheek, which he presses a kiss on your palm, and you decide any of him is worth it, how badly he makes you need him, how willingly your body is ready to respond, your heart needs to stay in its chest.

“Yes, I would love you to, please.” Your words end him, sweeter from your lips than he could imagine, and with that he doesn’t just lick you, no, Satoru Gojo devours you then and there. “Ah! S-Satoru!”

“Mnh…” He’s buried his face against your pretty pussy, and fuck he’s ruined further just from it, from sweet arousal seeping into his tastebuds, as he dives that tongue in your pulsing little hole. You’re tensing under him, tummy trembling when he presses down on it, making his next stroke so intense you start to fall apart under him, hands yanking his silky locks.

You taste sweeter than anything.

And fuck if Satoru Gojo doesn’t have one hell of a sweet tooth.

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[oreo-creampies]

“𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞”

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cam girl!reader, daddy/princess, satoru jerks off on live, squirting, edging, overstimulation, orgasm control, dacryphilia, light mind break, praise & degradation go hand in hand, anal, oral from the back, jerking off

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: Hi, I love your works, would you consider writing about where the girl is a camgirl and the jjk men taking turn to make her cum and squirt by tipping her so they basically control the toys she has in her? I feel like you would be the perfect writer to write that kind of stuff.

𝐟𝐞𝐲: hi! :) I did this one separately, where they control when you cum, and they are either watching or recording with you. Since I don’t think they could all make the reader character squirt five times back to back. Hope you don’t mind the change and enjoy it anyway.

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

Come bidding war night Satoru dominated your stream. Making tonight another to add underneath the 'sugardaddy_69 bullies whore into tears' playlist.

Gliding his fist along his veiny long cock, his tip getting pinker the longer he pushes off cumming. He isn't letting you cum despite how you're begging. You sound too sexy, "Please daddy, need to!" The control he has over your pleasure is too sweet.

If only he could replace the dildo slowly fucking your beautiful, dripping wet cunt. He could squeeze your squishy thighs, bite your hip's soft crease, and take his time ruining you on camera.

Clinging onto the blanket beneath you, your slick dripping down your trembling thighs. "Please Daddy needacum I'm so close." You're slurring your words together, crying in desperation. Turning the toy off when he doesn't respond fast enough. Spreading your lips apart showing the camera your spasming cunt.

mommy_milkers22 donates 3,000: let her cum already got damn! wana see her pussy gush!

Gliding the still, long thick dildo into your cunt with a loud squelch. Turning the machine, it pace gets faster with each stroke. Your eyes roll back, and your loud moan almost makes him cum.

Quickly Satoru pays more than enough to get his way. Turning on his camera, already perfectly angled. It would be easy to get you to film with him after you took one look at his muscular body and long, veiny cock.

sugardaddy_69 donates 10,000: nice try, her cunt is mine. don't cum yet, keep fucking your beautiful cunt n check my account for my live stream

Leaning back and stroking his cock, watching you struggle to focus. Loudly moaning, gliding his hand along his cock. Pre-cum pearling on his pink cockhead. "Been edging myself too. You've been such a good girl. Cum right now and I'll fly you out to fuck you senseless." Your beautiful cunt gushes.

Satoru tugs on his fluffy hair, biting his lip, the veins in his cock pulse, and thick white cum spurts on his chiseled abs. Giving himself a few more strokes until it's too much. Smirking at your answer in his post nut haze.

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢

Trembling, your cunt clenching with each quick stroke. Gliding your dripping wet cunt on his veiny, thick cock by your hips. The sweet ache of Toji's merciless way of using your squelching cunt like it's a fleshlight adds to the pleasure.

Creaming on his thick cock, "That's how many?" Your toes curl from the way his cock head brushes your cervix. He's going painfully pleasurable deep into your cunt. You can't focus on coming up with an answer when his cock is stirring your pussy and brains up.

"If you can't count, you can't cum. Don't make me stop when your slopping cunt is trying to milk my cock." Whining, clenching his cock, eliciting a raspy groan from Toji.

Moaning, "Fiiive!" Slamming you down hard on his cock, rutting his hips up. His skin slaps yours. Your eyes roll back, toes curling, thighs trembling. "Nnn Daddy don't stop! Want everyone to see how big a slut I am for your cock!" Getting off on knowing there are several thousand people masturbating to you getting fucked stupid.

Toji grunts, "This is how you're supposed to fuck a whore." Rubbing your clit, your cunt spasm, clenching Toji's cock like you're pulsing. The building pleasure is too intense and you want it to crush you, and make your brain dead. You didn't need to think, you need to cum on Toji's thick cock.

"Look at your sloppy cunt taking my cock." Toji turns his head. Your cunt is so beautiful stretched wide by Toji's wet, veiny pale cock fucking into you. His cock is so big. How is your pussy fitting all of him?

Your tight cunt tugging he tries to bottom out. He groans, "Love the way she's too tight to let me go. Might have to stuff you full of cum." The thought pushes you over the edge. Thick cum gushes on Toji's cock, dripping onto the floor.

The computer chimes, "addicted_towhores420 paid 2,500 said: don't stop, break her cunt, cum in your whore. I want to see it drip out from between her lips when you pull out and she's gapping from being used." Your cunt clenches around Toji's cock.

"Please cum! Please cum! Wanna fill your warm cum drip outta my pussy." Fucking you faster with each word that comes out of your mouth till you can't speak. Moaning loudly, you can't think with how roughly Toji is fucking your overly sensitive cunt.

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There is nowhere to move despite not being tied up. Trapped between Suguru's handsome face and the edge of the bed. Bent over occasionally reading the chat and watching Suguru eat your cunt till she's sloppy on stream.

He's filling your asshole with a pulsing, thick dildo. You could feel its powerful vibration in your cunt, clenching Suguru's pierced tongue. You're losing your mind from Suguru's relentlessly stoking your sweet spot with his hard metal tongue ring.

Your thighs are trembling. Rutting your hips against the edge of the bed. Clawing at the sheets. Reading out, "Can't believe she's trying to run away." Furrowing your brows, clenching Suguru's tongue. The soreness to your abused cunt adds to your pleasure.

Looking at the camera whining, "Can't help it. It's too much, Daddy's tongue feels too good! Can't cum! Wanna cum! Too much! Already cummed too much!" Your jaw drops and intense pleasure consumes you.

Squirting on Suguru's face, he tightens his grasp on your squishy thigh. Fucking the dildo into your ass quicker, twisting it. Both holes clenching, quivering, desperately trying to jerk your hips away.

You push Suguru's head back, tangling your fingers in his long hair. He groans into your cunt, gliding his tongue out. Licking your lips clean, rubbing your sensitive clit. Crying, glitching away from the intense pleasure.

Burying your face into the bed when he pulls away. Your wiggles settle into quivers, "We not done yet sweetheart." He pushes the dildo up to the hilt. Groaning, " Can't get enough of makin' you cum. Need to feel your sloppy cunt squeezin' my cock till it's too much for me to handle."

Lining his cock up, swiping it between your plush lips. Nudging barely the tip into your sensitive cunt, his fat head warm and soft. The temptation of the pleasure stretch his thick cock gives has you pushing your hips back.

Wrapping his hand around your neck, gradually choking you. "Good girl, take your daddy's cock. I'm gonna fuck ya till you can't walk, break your beautiful cunt, fill her up, then eat her out some more." Lifting your body, holding you off the ground, keeping you bent over, fucking you like he hates you.

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[aquasoftware]

❝I am the captain and he the lieutenant!!❞

FT | Fem!Reader ✘ Satoru Gojo.

Desc | Of all the people your boyfriend’s been with, none of them ever took the lead—until he began dating you, now he’s addicted to your voice, your preferences, and your taste like a drug.

CW | (smút proceed with caution 18+ ⚠️) Fem!dom/Subby!Toru, semi service dom!Satoru, bossy!reader, práīse kīņk (Receiving and giving), petnames: angel, baby, princess, sweet cheeks, usage of "good boy," ørał fīxatīón (f), fīngérīng brèąsț/nīppłe płay, sqųírting, brāt tāming, hair pǔlıing, sqùìrt drīnkīng (?), a pinch of crack, (1) dragon ball reference, + round 2 implied.

WC ➜ 1.1K ♪ ML

6 min read & Ficlet.

Satoru didn’t know he had a thing for bossy women until he met you.

The first time he ever realized, he was in between your plush thighs.

His soft pink lips wrapped around your puffy, aching clit, sucking harshly as if he had a bone to pick with it, causing you to sharply hiss, muscles forming slight wrinkles from scrunching up your face while your manicured nails curled yanked into his snowy strands.

“Mmm-mm, I want you to use your tongue slower,” you condemned, voice silky like a lavish coat, yet firm knowing exactly what you wanted and how you wanted it.

Satoru’s breath caught for a moment, bright cerulean blue eyes widening at the command.

That was a rare first, none of his previous partners had once told him what to do before but his greedy mouth didn’t stop.

He groaned in protest, but his filthy tongue did as you instructed, moving in slow, sensual deliberate circles like he was making out with your pretty pussy.

When you let out a seductive breathy moan, his dramatic ass mentally swore it was a singing angel touching his heart and soul.

“F–fuck,” You stammered, tilting your head back against the array of giant fluffy pillows.

“Like that, ‘Toru. Worship my pussy.”

He raised his head slightly to catch his breath, his eyes looking up at you with astonishment written all over his face “Yeah? – You like how that feels, baby?”

You nodded vigorously, mind slowly turning into a big bowl of soup as the pleasure started to overwhelm you. He grinned immensely at your response, eyes bouncing between your legs and the sweat droplets sliding down your hot cheeks, that somehow managed to sneak away although the air conditioning was full-on blasting.

“Now add your fingers.” You demanded, giving him his next step.

“I already know how to eat pussy, sweet cheeks.” He retorted, pridefully rolling his eyes at the assertion.

“Just shut up and do what I tell you.” your voice was sharp, laced with fire.

Then something just snapped–something inside of him, your man wasn’t sure why that statement hit so hard for him but it did, and it only fueled his raging desire to please you more.

Sensitive veins on his cock throbbed at your words, the power you had over him making him insanely dizzy, becoming desperate for you by the second.

“Whatever you say princess.” Satoru huffed out a breathless chuckle weakly hiding how much it turned him on, clearly amused—but obedient.

He didn’t need any more encouragement. He eased two digits into your dripping pussy, curling them in a precise rhythm. His eyes locked onto yours as he sucked and flicked your bud, adding the perfect amount of pressure. The sounds of your mewls and wetness echoed in the room, and he couldn’t help but press deeper into you.

Maybe it was the way you clenched around his six-inch fingers so tight. Or maybe it was the way you ordered him around.

However, your thighs instinctively slammed around his head, back arching as high as a skyscraper—hips continuously rolling against his mouth. You were so soaked the sheets were screaming to be changed after.

The sloppy mess coating his lips and chin was sinful—he knew he could drown in you and die complete.

Then while one of his big hands remained buried in your warmth, the other wandered up to your chest, pushing your black tank-top further before cupping your tender breast.

His large palm kneaded your soft flesh, thumb rolling over your hard nipple in lazy circles while his wet muscle lapped at your clit, adding the perfect amount of pressure. He moaned against you when your back arched into his touch, clearly adoring how your body responded to everything he gave it.

“You’re so greedy, baby,” you gasped, breath hitching when he gave your nipple a teasing pinch. “Can’t..keep..your..hands offa me, huh?” You purred in between moans.

Satoru so badly wanted to have a counter, too bad he was busy getting addicted off the natural taste of your slick.

“Mmph, that’s it,” you crooned, voice oozing arousal. “Just like that. Make me cum, ‘Toru.”

Your words rolled off your tongue like thick sugary honey, making his absolute solid dick twitch in his grey sweats. You sounded so in control over him, he nearly rolled his eyes back from it.

Your legs started to tremble around his head, and Satoru knew. He could feel the flutter of your walls around his fingers, the way your moans turned breathless, high-pitched, desperate.

He hummed low in his throat, letting the vibrations ripple against your nub as his fingertips curled again, right into that perfect spot. He was so fucking obsessed with the way your body reacted—like you were made to be devoured.

“Good boyyyy,” you praised, dragging out your words.

Satoru whimpered in response, tongue flicking slowly in tight, controlled circles as his strokes picked up speed. Your hips lifted off the bed, trying to chase the wave building, trying to force yourself down on his face, and he loved it. He didn’t want to pull away. Not until your body jerked and twitched, too sensitive, too fucked out to handle more.

“You gonna cum, angel?” he asked, panting against your bundle of nerves, voice muffled, teasing. “Am I doin’ a good job?”

“Yeah you’re doing so well, keep going f’me, ’m so fuckingclose—”

And then it hit, drastically.

Your orgasm crashed through you like a violent tide. Heat and electricity unraveling from the pit of your stomach all the way to the tips of your already curled toes. Your moan was rough, guttural, a noise that made his cock create excessive precum.

Your hands fisted his hair stronger than before, pulling his warm breath ridiculously closer as your cunt pulsed like a heartbeat around his fingers. A familiar sensation coursed through you, feeling as if you had to pee.

The next thing you know you squirted, gushing a whole tsunami all over his face, except your boyfriend didn’t stop at just making you feel pleasure; he had the audacity to open his mouth wide, moaning a cheeky “Ahhh!” like you were feeding him grapes off a silver platter.

You only giggled at his silly actions, telling him in a sing-song voice “Swallowww.”

Satoru listened instantly, groaning enough for someone in the next country to hear when you gently stroked his chin as a small reward.

Only then did Satoru lift his head, flushed cheeks, swollen lips glistened with a mix of spit and your fluids, and a glint of pure lust in his eyes.

“Holy shit,” he heaved in awe. “I need to eat you out again… Please.” He practically begged.

Your half-lidded eyes met his, a satisfied smirk tugging at your lips, knowing you’ve successfully tamed him.

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Note | Big ole freak is my fav meg song 🧏🏾‍♀️ I had to write something for this!!

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ᰔᩚ Jujutsu kaisen men & their secret dark fantasies (18+) ᰔᩚ

warning: smut, explicit content & language, 18+mdni, dark fetish, gore, anal, foot fetish..

Sukuna Ryomen - Blood Play ꨄ︎

Sukuna would love to try some Blood Play with you. Not only cause he loves the scent of your sweet blood but also because it’s intoxicating for him. Fucking you while you are on your period or cutting/scratching you with his claws while he pounds the life out of you. Definitely would also taste your blood & suck it off, getting addicted in a second.

Toji Fushiguro - Threesome ꨄ︎

Toji always dreamed about having a threesome with you. But not with a other woman, but with a other man. He wants to see how his pretty girlfriend gets fucked by two dicks in every hole to stuff. His first choice would be Shiu, cause he trusts him. He just wanna give you double pleasure and how does it works better than two cocks to stuff you full?

Shiu Kong - Voyeurism ꨄ︎

Shiu is a little pervert Voyeur. He likes to watch you (even without your permission) while you masturbate. Seeing you getting off while moaning his name or watching a porn while you glide a fat pink dildo in & out your wet spread pussy thinking it is his cock? Amazing. While he watches you he smokes a cigarette, stroking himself desperately.

Nanami Kento - Anilingus ꨄ︎

Nanami hasn‘t many dark fantasies. But one of his is Anilingus, the mere thought of licking & devouring your ass is really turning him on. He also would love to do anal with you but is too shy to ask you, cause it’s such a taboo topic. But once he catched his confidence and you even agreed prepare for a good ass eating & much more.

Naoya Zenin - Foot Fetish ꨄ︎

Naoya has a Foot Fetish. Who would have thought that? That misogynistic arrogant Man who loves your feet. Seeing them all pretty, having a pedicure & red nail polish he secretly thinks about you giving him a Foot Job. Not that he would ever admit it though. But you would definitely catch him staring at your feet or sometimes while he would fuck you & your feet are nearly he teasingly licks them & even sucks on your toes.

Hiromi Higuruma - DIY Porn ꨄ︎

Hiromi despises porn. The only woman he wants to see getting fucked are you, only by him. He secretly wishes to ask you to make a DiY Porn with him. So if you would be away or he misses you badly, he can get himself off while watching you getting pounded by none other than himself. He‘s too shy to ask you, afraid he crosses a line. But if you would say yes, be sure he would record everything about you.

Gojo Satoru - Cuckolding ꨄ︎

Satoru wants to see you getting fucked by another man. Preferably from his best friend Suguru. He wants to see you getting pleasured and rimmed hard while he sits across the room, stroking his throbbing hard Cock with a smirk on his face. He knows he would do you also an favor with it as he knows how much of a Slut you are, especially for him.

Geto Suguru - Pet Play ꨄ︎

Suguru would love to see you dressed up like a little Kitty or cute Bunny. Acting all cute, purring and crawling around with your furry tail and ears. He would fuck you so hard until he stuffs you full with his load of cum while you act like a little sweet animal. He would buy you cute sets of lingerie you can wear for him and if you behave get ready for gentle little pats.

Choso Kamo - CBT (Cock & Ball Torture) ꨄ︎

Choso secretly aches for you to inflict some pain on his Cock and Balls. Binding ropes on his most sensitive parts while he whimpers and begs for more. Stuffing his mouth full with a gag as tears stream his face down while you torture him on not letting him to cum until you are completely satisfied and he behaved like a good little boy.

Kusakabe Atsuya - Food Play ꨄ︎

Kusakabe wants to smear your already sweet pussy full with whipped cream, chocolate sauce trailing your body down while he eagerly licks it off. Inserting some of his sweet lollipops into your tight hole while he watches every little reaction of you. He would fuck you so rough after it and expecting you to taste his cock mixed with your natural cum & sweet flavors.

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[manmuncher777]

Just thinking about Gojo and his hands. Of course when you first became friends he was doing anything in his power to prove the size difference between you, he loved how tiny he made you look in comparison. How easily he could scoop you up, how his massive frame practically eclipsed yours when he stood near you. And as you started to get closer and spend more time with each other, Gojo couldn’t stop wondering how easily he could use his size in… other ways. How easy it would be to throw you across his lap, measuring his hands against yours so he could see how much deeper he would reach inside you, mind wandering to places a little less platonic.

But he wasn’t wrong, oh how much deeper his fingers felt when they were inside you. Compared to what you were able to do, Gojo was on another level. Two thick digits stretching through that small ring of resistence before sinking into your welcoming cunt. Gojo couldn’t help but moan at the feeling of you wrapped so sweetly around him, better than anything the could’ve imagined. Swallowing thickly as his eyes trained on your face, watching every little flinch and twist of pleasure as he began fucking you on his fingers, watching in awe as they sunk into your soaking cunt so easily. Mouth hanging slightly ajar as if it was the most perfect thing he had ever seen. Your eyes lolled shut with each stroke of his fingers, massaging your velvety walls. The tips of his digits brushing cruelly against your g-spot. You couldn’t recall exactly how you had got to this situation, your best friend knuckle deep in your cunt, but you couldn’t even think of complaining with your legs trembling so sluttily for him.

“Toru~” a sharp gasp leaves your throat as his thumb begins to circle your clit.

“Oh sweets, no fair” he whispered, voice cracking ever so slightly, your eyes drifting open to your best friend, completely ruined from just fingering you.

“You’ve been keeping this pretty pussy from me”