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𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑏𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢

𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔

jester!gojo x princess

"Let them," he grumbles into your ear, hiking your leg up higher on his waist so he can stuff a third finger inside you. He smirks when you mewl at the stretch. "You like that? You like being filled up?"

"Uh-huh," you whine, high and needy. He hums against your cheek, pressing a kiss there.

"I could fill you up so well, Y/N, hit every spot you like inside you. I could make you feel so good."

You moan his name when he curls his fingers, his palm rubbing against your clit as he thrusts the digits inside of you. You can feel yourself leaking down your thigh.

"I could make you cum as much as you want, could go all night if you wanted. I'd do anything to make you feel good."

"Please," you whisper harshly, digging your nails into his shoulders. "I'm so close."

"Let me give you what you need, darling."

He keeps his pace and technique, hitting the same spot inside you that makes your toes curl. Other guys would've sped up or fucked something up, but your boyfriend is consistent, just what you needed.

God, you should've done this sooner. The orgasm creeping up on you is going to be big. You vaguely pray that his dick could make you feel just as good as you topple over the edge, tucking your face into his shoulder to muffle your moans.

He guides you through it, massaging your cunt as you flutter down. He pulls out his fingers and begins suckly them clean, moaning low.

God, you need him. You need him so badly. You'll even fuck him on your porch, you don't care anymore. You just need his cock buried deep inside you, thrusting wildly and meticulously until you're braindead.

When you go to palm his cock, he grabs your wrist. You pout as he brings your hand to his mouth and kisses the back of it, then leaning forward to press a tender kiss to your temple. He lets you go and turns away, stepping down off your porch.

"W-Wait—"

"i know baby, just take it for me" She speaks so gently, right into my ear.

𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚

dropping by ellie’s place in the middle of the night to buy weed and you “forget” your cash at home, so she has to collect payment another way. it’s good weed, after all.

you end up folded over ellie’s knee, skirt pushed up to expose the plush swell of your ass, your skin stinging after she’d spanked you till you begged her to stop. and to reward you for making it through your punishment, she now had her fingers buried into your drooling cunt.

“fuck,” she pants, eyes rolling back at the sound of your gushing pussy, each thrust of her fingers making an obscene squelching sound. “so fucking wet, huh?”

you can’t even form words when she’s got you like this, so you just moan pathetically, and ellie loves it.

“poor girl. there’s not a thought in that pretty little head, is there?” she smiles at you, her eyes shining with amusement. “don’t worry, i’ll take care of you.”

stoner!vi who teaches you how to roll a blunt one night after you’d confided in her that you’d never done it before. she sets up a blunt-rolling station on her coffee table, complete with a pack of blue dutches - the superior blunt wrap, according to her - and a half ounce of her best weed. the sickly sweet, flowery scent of the bud tickles at your nose as vi shows you how to place it into her grinder, shutting it and twisting the metal disks until the weed is ground down to smaller bits.

stoner!vi whose tongue pokes out of her lips in concentration, her brow furrowed as she carefully demonstrates splitting a cigarillo right down the middle. she punctures the tobacco with her thumb nail, then works the tear down until the cigarillo’s opened up. you mimic her actions, and she reassures you when you struggle to tear the tobacco in a straight line.

“you’ve got this, angel,” she says with an encouraging smile, eyes glimmering when she looks at you.