thedirtpath

[thedirtpath]

"Gojo, you talk too much."

Nanami's voice is hoarse as he rocks his hips into yours, hands groping at your ass as he fucks you from behind. He's trying to focus on how good you feel squeezing down on his pulsing length but Gojo just won't shut up.

"Well this pretty thing—" Gojo adjusts himself, sliding his lengthy cock into your mouth as deep as you'll take him, "—can't talk with their mouth full. So I'm doing it for the both of us. Feels so fucking good taking my dick down your throat, huh baby? So full of us you can't even speak? Sucks that Nanami over there is too much of a grouch to appreciate pulling the long straw and getting your sweet pretty— ooohhhh fuck."

Nanami, sick of his white-haired counterparts rambling, snaps his hips forward, fucking deep into you and sending you jolting forward to force Gojo an inch deeper into your throat. A little mean to you, perhaps, but he'll apologize for that later with his mouth on you. It shuts Gojo up, at least—and to be perfectly honest Kento doesn't hate the sight of the cocky sorcerer with his face screwed up in pleasure like this.

Maybe he'll wedge Gojo between himself and you next: make you sit on Satoru's cock whilst Nanami puts his loud, obnoxious mouth to better use than words.

[thedirtpath]

So what if Gojo is a porn addict? At least he’s watching it as inspiration for all the different positions he can fold you into later.

At least when he’s ignoring your story because he has twitter open on his phone and he’s watching some girl take a cock so deep her stomach bulges he’s thinking about how he could get even deeper inside of you.

At least he’s responding to your cute memes, albeit with links to porn he wants to recreate with you. It’s his love language.

At least once he starts recording you taking his cock to the base and posting it online, it turns into a homemade porn addiction. He gets off on sharing you with the public eye—putting you (and the way he fucks you until you cry) in the spotlight for any guy to jerk off to—knowing he’s the only one who really gets to fuck you.

At least he’s not edging himself to some random internet couple anymore. He’s spending hours on his own twitter page scrolling through the movies he’s made of the two of you. Fucking his fist as he watches thousands of likes and comments rolling in on your homemade movies.

At least he’s jerking off to people commenting about how they wish they were him. Hoe they’d fuck you so well you’d leave him—he laughs at those ones as he squeezes his cock tight and prolongs his pleasure so he can get through the new ones rolling in before he cums.

At least he’s talking directly to you as he fucks you, even though his phones recording the way your greedy hole swallows his length. He rambles on and on to you, about all the girls and guys on his page wishing they were him. How he’s the one who gets to feel you from the inside out—who gets to fuck his own cum back inside of you with his fingers once he’s done.